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Kinktober Day 9: Bondage

Gwynriel x Reader

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a/n: I am unfortunately sick, so I'm watching Game of Thrones while I write. I looove Gwynriel so I'm really excited for this one.

cw: poly, bondage, 69, oral(f receiving), fingering, blackmail lol. also sort of a dark, out of character gwyn

You work with Gwyn in the library, but you two don't get along. You bicker constantly. Azriel notices you being rude to her one day and decides that the best way to get the two of you to make up is to bring you both to bed. But since he is protective of his mate, and you were being rude to her, he will not make this easy for you.

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Gwyn had a smirk on her pretty little face, her teal eyes wandering down your body.

If you'd known being rude to her in front of the Shadowsinger would land you in this position, you would do it more often.

Azriel's shadows were confining your hands above your head, tying them to the bed. Your legs were spread apart, the shadows attaching them to the lower bedposts.

"She looks so pretty like this," Gwyn smirked, trailing her hand down your body. You shivered. "Look how aroused she is.”

"Yes," Azriel agreed. "Do you like being confined like this, y/n?"

"Yes," you gasped, nodding desperately. He grinned, stroking your cheek.

He held his scarred fingers to your mouth. You opened, letting him slip them inside. You licked and sucked on the pads of his fingers until he was satisfied.

He withdrew them and brought them between your legs. You gasped as he slipped them inside.

Gwyn lowered her mouth to your breast, taking one into her mouth. You let out a loud moan as Azriel curved his fingers, hitting that spot inside of you.

He chuckled lowly as you writhed against the restraints, your moans loud and undignified.

"Shut her up, Gwyn," Azriel instructed.

Gwyn was all too happy to oblige. She crawled up to the top of the bed and threw one leg over you. She lowered herself onto your face and you began dragging your tongue through her folds.

Her moans were so pretty as she cupped her breasts in her hands, riding your face. You lapped at her clit, making her whimper.

You halted in your movements completely when you felt Azriel's cock slide inside of you. But Gwyn reached a hand back to pinch your nipple, telling you to continue working her.

The strokes of your tongue were less graceful now that the male was slamming in and out of you.

Azriel began rubbing your clit, making you whine against Gwyn's core. Neither of you were cumming without his permission.

There was no way for you to ask. Your hands and legs were both tied up, and your mouth was on Gwyn. You just hoped he would be kind.

Maybe if you got Gwyn closer to the edge, he'd give you both permission. You began sucking her clit into your mouth brutally, making her cry out, tears welling in her eyes above you.

"Az, Az," she panted. "Can I cum, please?"

"Go ahead, Gwyn," he said, careful not to say your name.

You whined at that, but Gwyn came apart on top of you. She moaned loudly, squeezing her breasts as she rode your face into an orgasm. When she came down, she went to get off of you.

"No," Azriel commanded. "Turn around. Pleasure each other for me."

Gwyn turned herself around, keeping her core on your mouth. She bent down, licking at your clit. Azriel was still slamming into you.

"Gwyn, you may cum whenever you'd like," he granted her. "Y/n, you will wait until I say so."

You whined again, and Azriel smacked the side of your thigh. You moaned as his cock found that perfect angle inside of you.

You couldn't think of anything except your desire to cum. Gwyn had another orgasm on your mouth, and you licked up her release. Then, you nipped at her clit out of jealousy.

"Ow!" she exclaimed. "Azzy, she bit me!"

"Be nice, y/n," he warned you. "Or you won't cum at all."

You whimpered, feeling the coil in your stomach growing so tight, it was threatening to snap.

"She's getting close," Azriel observed, speaking to Gwyn.

Gwyn sneered, landing a harsh smack to your clit. You cried out, trying to close your legs, but you were unable to.

Gwyn went right back to licking and sucking on your clit again. You'd stopped your work on hers, but it still rest just above your face. The smell of her release made you envious.

Az groaned as he released inside of you. You moaned, tugging at your bonds desperately.

He pulled out for just a second, which made you whine. Gwyn stopped her work on you to put her mouth on him until he was hard again.

When he was hard again, he slid right back into you, and Gwyn went back to lapping at your folds.

"Please," you whimpered, your hips bucking.

"Should we let her?" Azriel asked Gwyn. Gwyn lifted her face, causing that coil to disappear.

"I don't know," she sighed. "She's been so mean to me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you begged, tears falling from your eyes. "Please, Gwyn. I won't be mean anymore. Please."

"I've been nothing but kind to you," Gwyn said.

That was a lie, but you didn't dare accuse her of lying in front of her mate, who would always take her word over yours.

"Should I be kind now?" she teased, her fingers rubbing circles on your clit.

"Please, please," you sobbed, hips bucking.

"Take the blame for losing Merrill's paperwork, and you can cum," she decided.

"But I didn't--"

"Did I ask if you did or not?" she snapped. "You will take the blame, or we will keep torturing you. And Az here has so much more in store for you if you refuse."

"Fine, fine," you cried, that coil in your stomach tightening again. "I'll take the blame. Please let me cum."

"Take pity on her, Gwyn," Azriel said to his mate, his cock finding that angle again.

"Okay, y/n," she said. "You may cum."

The coil snapped as soon as her tongue flicked your clit again.

Your moans were so loud, the whole House likely heard you. But you didn't care.

Gwyn kept sucking on those nerves through your orgasm as you ripped against the bonds, unsuccessfully, screaming your pleasure.

Azriel was laughing darkly as he kept fucking into you. You were a mess, tears of pleasure streaming down your blissed out face.

When you came down, the shadows released you. But you were too tired to sit up. Gwyn landed another smack to your clit.

"Ow! What was that for?" you shrieked, jolting upright.

"I felt like it," she grinned.

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𝒎𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔: parenthood (3).

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: parenthood means stress, and endurance, and exhaustion, and learning curves, and ... sometimes, really, really, really good sex?

𝐚/𝐧: this is my Parenthood (Thought) Piece because i understand that i am mentally 30 but i llloooooooooooveeee a good domesticity concept i eat that shit up nnomnomnonmonmnom. i needed to talk about early parenthood with ellie and i needed to talk about some of the ... Alternate Consequences ... of early parenting .. if you will. this was fun. this was also composed between the hours of like, 2-4am. i think it's pretty literate, and kind of alright. you may have a fun time reading it. if you don't, sorry i'll venmo you a dollar. not ssssure if i really have anything else to say, honestly. proofread (at a very early hour, mind you) but i always make mistakes, i'll always edit over time.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: i understand these tags are like super weird and i always preface my fics like "fuck around and find out," but just to be clear, this fic does not sexualize children in any way. any way. just to really make that clear. mentions of you and ellie being engaged. joel's technically alive. mentions of children. parental uncertainty. stress. a little bit of sub bottom!ellie. we're dipping our toes in. also dom top!ellie. mentions of oral (both receiving), mentions of vaginal penetration (reader receiving). both ellie and the reader being milfs / ellie thinking its really hot how you are a good mom (there are still so many things in this category that i could've hit that im probably not even thinking of, so if y'all like this and wanna talk about them, Please talk to me) i write in past tense for literally all of it and this is just a me thing, but that's not really my style, so things may be .. off. or maybe it's just me. maybe i'm tripping. we'll see. it's like, 4am. so.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.1k, just about (i did too much).

. . . .

you both lived on the farm. it was a quiet, proud little life that you lead. a picturesque actualization of all of the little thoughts and dreams that you and ellie have had about living together, about having a family. though, parenthood was new, and difficult. there were some nights that the baby wouldn't stop crying, and both of you would take turns feeling like shit -- one usually at a grander magnitude than the other -- because neither of you would know what to do. what, am i like, a bad mom? does he hate me? you spent time convincing each other that that is simply not the case, and that this was all part of the process. that you were both new, and learning, and that it's okay.

if you knew nothing else, whether that be due to not having experienced parenthood before or the delirium accompanying the heavy set bags and dark circled ruminating under both of your eyes, then you did know that there were a few things for certain: he will suck his thumb. his cries will turn to wails which will turn to sniffles, which will turn to sighs. he will get tired. he will roll over, and coo, and will go to sleep.... eventually.

granted, while this mentality in general made things easier throughout the early days of raising your newborn son, there was still no doubt that it was.. exhausting. in every way. parenting was a constant learning curve, and it took tolls on both of you in different ways. for ellie, she'd get quiet. snippy, even, and gain a little bit too much audacity at times. a snarky remark or demonstration of blatant impatience towards something minuscule, but still hurtful. her frustration would always point toward some deeper issue that she often struggled met with annoyance first, and words second. one of the first things that ellie learned while parenting was that she was really bad at communicating. she'd find herself throughout the first three, maybe even six months, constantly finding ways to say sorry.. even without saying really having said it. like, slipping into bed when after you'd finally went to sleep, and pressing kisses to your temple. or making sure the dishrack was completely empty, so you'd have one less thing to work about. albeit she struggled to verbally explain that while she understood you were too, she was just.. a little tired.

maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or her willingness to take up most of the tasks that required attention in areas other than just the inside of the home. which.. you did have to admit, were a little bit more intense than cleaning and washing dishes. no one asked her to do all of that. she took it upon herself to do extraneous tasks, like fix the fucking roof, during the peak of summer. and you'd always offer to help, truly. but it was always no, i've got it. you've got other stuff to do. you just go play with him, and i'll be in to take over in a little, okay?

you would, at times, have to sit her down and remind her to take it slow. that the roof isn't really bothering either of you, right now, and it won't until .. october, probably. that it's okay to swap out, if need be. she can do dishes, cook if she wants (burn down the house, if she wants), clean up while you go fix the wiring of the fence, tend to the horses, whatever the fuck she feels the need to do, on top of having to do already.

you would have to remind her, that she just can't do everything all at once. and that's okay. but that's also neither of your faults.

both you and parenthood alike would teach her to .. slow down, take it easy, and to talk.

ellie would have to teach you something similar, believe it or not. your back hurt. your tits wouldn't stop fucking leaking, and ever since you gave birth, you wouldn't stop getting these aching migraines that made your ears ring. you quite literally found yourself bending over backwards, trying to do everything all at once all of the time (sound familiar?), because you knew that it was as much of your job as it was ellie's. you can change the diapers, you can pump the breastmilk, you can clean the house, you can stop him from crying, you can read him books (that he couldn't understand, yet, technically), you could do everything. and theoretically, you could. and you would, until it made you frayed, and unhealthy.

that would be enough to make ellie to step in, put her hand on your shoulder, and advise you in a tone that was about as gentle as it was stern:

hey, let maria take him for a couple of days. you're tense -- i can feel you from across the house.

despite the anxiety and the frustration and the sleep deprivation and the exhaustion, you really would feel grateful to be experiencing this trying time together. there were some patterns characterizing it that were obviously stressful, and anxiety-inducing. but there were some consistencies throughout it that were be sweet, and tender. like, running each other warm baths. sitting – either in the bath, with the other, or on the toilet, or the side of the bath – and talking in low volume, not really out of fear of waking the baby, but just to kind of relish in the pocket of peace that existed between the two of you in that moment. the affection never died between the two of you. you were always snuggling close to each other when it came time for bed. always pressing tender kisses to each other's shoulders, holding each other's hands, circling your thumbs and indexes over each other's engagement rings.

… But!

you know... i'm a whore. so honestly, what really spurred this whole thought, is the fact that .. during parenthood your sex lives would practically be nonexistent. and it's not something that either of you really notice, until one of you explicitly brought it up. raising a child -- especially raising one in an environment that you both worked to keep safe, secured, and comfortable -- is a lot of work.

it wouldn't dawn upon either of you until you both were eating one night at the table - another tradition that you did not forfeit. you managed to dance around the subject due to something entirely tangential, and then it hit you, and you said – out of pure realization, ellie, we haven't had sex in .. like, months.

and just like that, the consequences of at least 98 days of involuntarily celibacy hit you both like a fucking truck.

for you, it came in the form of .. the simple reminder that your soon-to-be-wife is really... really fucking physically flawless. you'd notice this everytime she'd wear short-sleeves, or shirts no sleeves, which was really only.. every once in a while, as jackson got colder, or whenever you both woke up. sometimes you'd find yourself looking at ellie's back profile as she sat upright on the bed, adjacent and turned from you, stretching a big, grand stretch, and you'd feel a specific heat beginning to tickle the insides of your thighs. you found it harder to keep your gazes to yourself as ellie exited the shower, muscles apparent, and glistening. her whole body was littered with scars, and yet she was still so gorgeous. it was hard to believe that even for a second you failed to recall – or be conscious of – the fact that as much of a teddy-bear as she was, you were practically dating a fucking sculpture.

naturally, you would act on your desires first. and frankly, ellie would be so willing to lean into them.

she'd be lying if she said sometimes she didn't wake feeling a bit restless, and like there was only one thing that soothe her. she craved it, sometimes – your hands, on her. all she needed were some quick rubs against her clit and kisses against her skin to motivate her to get out of bed and feed the animals. and she was so, so fortunate to have a fiancée good enough to her to give her just that.

she dared, shame on her, to forget how good you could make her feel. ellie never really let anyone touch her, before she met you. before she met you, she was honestly convinced a lot of the parts "down there" didn't work. she could hardly achieve making herself cum. it’d take so long. ellie hardly masturbated because she’d get impatient in any ordeal that wasn’t some needy, feral 3am occurrence that left her stirring, sweaty, and overwhelmed. it was a lot of buildup for what she saw as, in the end, very little payoff. and as far as other people making her cum went? well, no one had ever gotten that far. frankly, she didn’t think anyone would get that far.

that was until she met you.

it definitely wasn’t easy. there were a lot of tired wrists and upper biceps, and your jaw did get pretty sore. her pussy was gorgeously messy. but her clit liked to hide sometimes underneath the extra skin. when you found it, you learned that it was usually, extremely sensitive. but you told her that that was okay. you could make that work.

you spent a lot of time learning all of the technicalities. what was too much, what wasn’t enough. what to say to her; how fast to rub her.

it paid off, because about a month into dating, you showed her that it — and frankly, anything — was possible. just takes a little bit of time, and patience, kisses and whispers of affirmation how about how good she feels. how good she’s doing. takes some listening, intently, to what she needs. to what her body needs.

can feel you twitching. you want my finger right here?

fuck, yeah. right there. just like that, baby -- please don't fuckin' stop.

and once you got good at it (and you got so fucking good at it), ellie couldn’t get enough. she jokes, regularly, that that’s one of the reasons why she’s going to marry you.

ellie's voice in the mornings would breathless and empty. all bostonian accent, rasp, and nothing else. they were vulnerable. whenever she'd let you between her thighs and you placed those kitten licks across her clit transitioning into these longer, learned drags, her moans would break, like glass. her hips would shuffle. sometimes, you’d have to hold her still.

no no, fucking running. it’s okay. just let me. can you let me? can you let me take care of you, baby?

fuck. yes. yes, yes, fuck. s— sorry just – oh, fuck.

it would mostly just be wake-me-ups. but ellie's back would always be arching by the middle of it. she'd find herself gasping, and sighing, and fucking -- against your tongue, against your finger -- and gripping onto whatever, all while mumbling to gods she didn't believe in.

that feels so, so so fucking – g–good.

so fucking good to me; feels so good, babe, thinki'mgonnacum–

ellie's orgasms hit her the same way every time. hard. ridiculously hard. leaving her breathing heavy, and screwing her eyes shut while she grasped at your hand, or your hair. her thighs would tense -- sometimes scramble -- and then collapse, after a while. she became this perfect amalgamation of tinted cheeks, chapped pink lips, messy brown hair, and sticky skin.

she was such a fucking .. painting. she's so incredible.

the plan, as she wrote it, often was to immediately get out of bed after you made her cum. but oftentimes, she couldn't do anything for the first couple of minutes except lie there, body just a sack of bones and jello. her head would rest instead of pressing into yours, or would nuzzle its way deep into your neck. both occasions a precursor to her finally catching her breath. when she moves her head to kiss you, capturing your lips in something thankful, and sweet, it is almost always grounding for the both of you.

better?

so much better. holy shit, babe.

and that's not to say that ellie would never act on her desires. she was always just a little more calculated.

for ellie, her frustrations would creep up on her in the weirdest ways. it would be.. small things. things that were, actually, probably mutual. watching you wash the dishes, even when you’re not bent in a particularly promiscuous way. watching you cook, even when she wasn't really watching you, 'cause she was keeping the baby busy. but what really did her in was watching how you handled your son. something about seeing you have him on your hip, cooing at him or laughing with him, or playing with him, or smothering his cheek in big kisses that elicited these big, big giggles from him, drove her.. a very, questionable? kind of crazy? it was pure. it was so sweet, and most of the time, it was just that. but you were so, good with him. after so many months, despite all of the struggle, you really did blossom into a beautiful, capable mother, who still held the glow and all of the weight from the pregnancy and just–

ellie would realize how good it all looked on you. she would feel.. really proud.

and it made her feel like you .. deserved something.

you both remember the first night she’d acted on her desires like it was yesterday. it was on the night that you two had hosted a dinner party for all of your mutual close friends and people who you called family. the dinner was a 3-week-long process of grocery picking, tablecloth finding, invitation designing, and recipe collecting. it honestly stressed you out more than it did ellie because, to be honest, she was kind of just there for moral support. it was your idea, after having had maria over for dinner once. and it was a great idea. but it left you drained – defeated from the final week of preparations, which was especially hectic. when you bathed that night, you bathed alone, a little overstimulated from the day. but you’d let ellie run the bath, though. only because she insisted on doing so.

the soak cured some of the ache that settled deep into your joints, muscles, and bones.. but not all of it. after you'd set the tub to drain, brushed your teeth, and wrapped a towel around your body, you entered the room with an expected level of silence. you slathered moisturizer on your face, over your arms, over your stretch marks. when it came time to take off your jewlery, the rings – except the prized one – came off easily. but when it came to your necklace, your hands were simply too slippery. you sucked your teeth. you always did this.

you eventually sighed, filling your lungs to call:

hey, bug. can you come help me take this necklace off, please?

ellie eventually would appear behind you, probably shuffling off of the bed or rounding some corner after changing and becoming into her own definition of comfortable. if she seriously complained, you didn’t hear it. you only felt her, how her hand placed itself on your shoulder just to let you know that she was behind you.

some things never change, move your hair over.

you do as asked, and hang your head. ellie's fingers brush against your skin with a kind of delicacy that makes shivers run down your spine. you lift your eyes, catching ellie's in the mirror before you. yours, heavier than hers.

you watched as she fought a smile, or a smirk. either was a given with her, honestly — in retrospect, it was most likely the latter. you couldn’t really tell, though. she’d dipped her head, eyes fixated on her fingers that fiddled with your necklace clasp.

you did a really nice job on the dinner, tonight.

suddenly, you were the one fighting the smile. you watched her, still.

yeah?

oh, you like.. completely knocked it out of the park. you did great. it was really, really really nice.

you didnt know if ellie was referring to the food, or the setup, or the wine choices – whichever. but something about the appraisal made your head buzz, like you were coming down off a two glasses of champagne (which.. maybe you were). ellie successfully removed your necklace, and yet didn’t back away. instead, she pressed herself closer to your back, and tilted her head so that she could speak just above the top of your ear,

you looked really nice, too.

been waiting for you to settle down, a bit. so i could tell you.

you probably hummed something in response, something that was probably suggestive but also thankful at the same time. it gets lost, though. because ellie bent down, and placed these slow, unassuming, appreciative kisses down your neck, and against the plateau of your shoulder. between those words and the way her hands lingered over your skin, the way she was breathing you in and drinking up the moment, and your scent, made you melt into her way too easily. like butter in a warm pan.

you exhale, like you've been meaning to for .. you don't even know how long.

el..

mhm?

you realize though, that the house is quiet. too quiet. there is a stillness to it that makes the pit of your stomach twist, and anxiety and guilt bubble in the base of it before you could even stop it.

...where's our baby?

you felt ellie grin against your shoulder. she masked it with a peck,

he’s at joel’s.

and then you felt her tongue drag across your skin. a long, open-mouthed kiss across the midpoint of your neck. she presses the padding of her tongue against tender flesh, sucks hard enough for blood to make the skin bloom, and almost -- against your own will -- makes your eyes roll shut.

the simple act -- acts rather, of ellie coordinating behind your back to have the baby taken off your hands (you knew it for a few days – it's always a few days). she thought she was so slick. it was odd, how much relief those three words gave you,

but at the same time, you kind of wanted to be mad at her.

it was hard to, though. but you couldn't think straight, with how her hands were moving over you, over your towel. with her pelvis pressed against your ass, and her lips on your neck.

you tried,

he was fine here. everything was .. fine, ellie.

but she was so..

i never said everything wasn't fine.

i just think... you've had a really long, stressful week.

you hate how your body reacts to ellie's hands smoothing up your towel. your whole body broke out into goosebumps, seemingly trying to fit into the pores of ellie's palm,

and i think i wanna make it better.

ellie's breath was hot on your ear, and you didn’t realize it, but your head was already tilted. your eyes had begun to flutter closed. you felt yourself, almost swaying against her. your mouth hung as her teeth grazed over sensitive flesh. her tongue pressed against familiar spots that had been untouched -- like the rest of you -- for so, so long. it was too activating.

in your best effort of defense, you spun yourself to turn around to face her. ellie’s head was tilted, her eyes were low. her breath spanned over your mouth while your palm laid flat against her chest. you stalled – shivering, shaking, suddenly caught in a rapture of toiling emotion that you hadn't felt that strongly in .. god knows how long.

her head dipped back into your neck. she pressed her cotton-clad hips against your towel-covered ones, and it just wasn’t enough. it was a lot, and yet, not enough.

your hand snaked over the nape of her neck as you breathed against your cheek, whole body feeling heavy and compliant. your knees were jelly. you could feel your clit. pulsing, and pleading. it ached as you feel ellie's hand slip over the backs of your thighs, inching under the cusps of your ass.

you needed something. you needed anything. you like to think that you had no idea what necessity meant before this moment, because you had never felt it so strongly. it knocked the wind out of you, only leading you to ask – to plead, without pleading,

e... ellie?

and she understood.

ellie’s head lifted from the crook of your neck she crashed her lips upon yours. the kiss was heavy, and deep. your knees buckled, and where you swore you may fall, she made sure you didn’t. you were shuddering, a hand suddenly possessive around the back her neck. her hands suddenly possessive and stabilizing with the grips she held on your ass. months worth of unknown tension relinquished itself in the pushes and pulls you demanded from each other's bodies while teeth clattered and bit into chapped flesh, turned glossy. moans and breaths circumvented between the two of you, and suddenly, the whole room felt like it was on fire.

she delivered a verbal command, teeth tugging at your lower lip as she half-way parted from it,

jump.

you’d used whatever remainder of your energy to follow the simple instruction, your legs wrapping around ellie's waist like she was your lifeline. they remained around her as your back fell against the duvet, and as she kissed you so deep, your head ran dizzy and your body was left no choice but to arch into her.

you remember your hand smoothing over her abdomen, and reaching up to grab her chest. you remember sighing into her mouth over the fact that you could. you relished in the moan she released your mouth, and only returned it halfway.

you remember gripping her and massaging her and bucking your bare hips up against her in hopes of making her make that noise again, louder. you remember how she bucked her hips into you in hopes of the same sentiment, her waistband grazing against your bair clit cauisng her to succeed far quicker than you.

the night was filled with mind-blurring, fuck-until-the-sun-rises kind of sex. sex that you had no idea your body had needed until ellie had given it to you. your body reeled with every kiss that she'd placed over your skin – you’d watched as she peeled back your towel, and replaced bits and segments of the fabric with her lips in soft, attentive kisses. it was hard to believe that they would transpire into messy, sloppy things. wet, tantilizing things that would trek down the axis of your body. that would hold your body hostage as her tongue and her lips worked on your clit to bring you closer and closer to your third orgasm of the hour.

your body wasn’t used to it. any of it. it was, however, too used to and hyperaware of having a tiny human in the house that you simply couldn’t wake at this time of night.

you were shuffling, at one point, scrambling to put a hand on your mouth, or to bite your own knuckle. when that didn’t work, you let your head fall over to a pillow while you fucked up against ellie’s tongue and bit the fabric, trying so hard not to moan. but you felt yourself cracking.

you’ll never forget how ellie looked up at you. eyes a deep, pointed shade of green as she shook her head – mouth still attached to your clit – which in and of itself had almost made you cry. when she pulled away, it was the only time you let yourself make a noise. only because the whine that was ripped out of you was entirely unanticipated, just like her action.

her breath rippled over your the nerves as she ran her fingertip up, and down your hole. you whimpered, hips shifting up relfexivley, cunt tightening just from the invitation. nearly gushing from the feeling of her beginning to small rub circles against it, instead.

i’ve missed you so fucking much.

she dipped a finger inside of you with such ease, and no warning. a long, slender digit bottomed out inside your cunt, before she pushed in another, and made your jaw go slack. her eyes hung on yours – glossed over with lust and a bit narrow as a result of the devious smile that’d begun to overtake her expression.

she’d begun pumping her fingers.

he’s not here, baby.

it’s just us.

her fingers were so fucking long, you swore to god, you would never want a life without them in it. couldn’t bear another 3, 4, 5 months without having them in you. jesus fuck.

wanna hear you.

wanna hear you be as loud as you fuckin’ want.

ellie emphasized her words by proceeding to fuck you faster. her tongue latched back onto your clit, rolling over and slurping at the nerves, rolling beads of saliva and your juices into and against the bundle. the sound of your cunt was so encompassing, it was hard to believe that it became the backdrop for the moans that ellie had ripped out of you. that made it into, and mostly out of, the pillow, amidst a sea of praise and bucking hips.

the next morning was luxuriuosly unproductive. ellie had only woke to feed the animals and returned to bed and slept with you until noon. she was always affectionate, come mornings. but especially riding off of the honeymoon buzz of the night prior, she made the morning after memorably tender, often pressing kisses to your forehead, and your shoulder, regardless of how awake both you or she was. she’d whisper sweet nothings into your ear, promises of how much she loved you. how she’s really glad this is how she gets to spend her life, as long as it’s with you. all of the sugary things that eventually caramelize into jokes and giggles and laughter, and that how you’d know it was time to get up.

it’s safe to say that parenthood brought you and ellie both very interesting things. it brought you challenges, and it brought you lows. it brought you highs, and photographs, and moments where you did feel like all of your hard-work was paying off, even when it didn’t seem that way. having a family meant having the opportunity to open your house up to people you who you loved. having a family meant having traditions, and things to fall back on – things that you would develop over time, as you learned more and discovered more of what you wanted. and having a family with ellie meant that you could fall back on each other, no matter how tough things got.

.. it also just meant sometimes having really.. really good sex.

(whenever you remembered that that was something that the two of you could actually do, that is.)

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THE MARVELS WAS AWESOME I HAVE GONE INSANE

Spoilers under the cut. Warning, this post ran away with me.

First off, obviously, this movie is a strong woman-led cast with men in supporting roles. I feel like, in order to move a society, you both need to make an active point about representation - which Captain Marvel did - but also need to start making a passive point about representation - which The Marvels did.

Because in a truly equal world, we'd see a thorough mix of movies, and it wouldn't occur to us that some movies had more men or more women or more white people or more latinos or more straight people or more gay people. Equal representation means that sort of thinking disappears. (As an example... do you have a sense of blue eye vs. green eye representation? Without oppression, it's just not a thought that occurs.)

So in a way, I felt like The Marvels was showing us what the world could be? Women as the focus, but that's not inherently noteworthy. Women of color as leads, but that's not inherently noteworthy. To see full diversity across movies and have that not be noteworthy. No single movie can give us everything - but The Marvels moved us in the right direction, and I want that momentum to keep going.

And gosh, the balance of the movie was incredible. The humor, the depth. I love how they wove something complex with Carol - that she had tried to do a good thing, caused genuine harm, and she didn't try to hold an entire people accountable. She took accountability and tried to fix it the best she could.

I also loved seeing her grow a little out of her stoicism. Brie Larson plays stoic very well, and she had a fuckton of emotional baggage in her history. This movie sees a slightly lighter side of her - she's had a little bit of distance from those harms. She's still working through that pain. But she is clearly on the road to healing. But healing is complicated (see above).

I absolutely love Monica. She's tough and clever and so stupidly curious. I've never gotten magic powers from my curiosity, but I have blown up a wall before, so I couldn't help but laugh when she reached out to touch the broken portal point because that resonated so much. I can't wait to see what adventures she ends up in in the other universe.

(Not gonna lie, I feel like there might be some queer vibes between her and Carol. I don't know if that will develop further... but if it does, god I hope they don't waste it.)

I need to see Ms. Marvel now, obviously. I actually intended to watch it this week, but life got away from me. Kamala is such a great character - Iman Vellani nails infectious excitement, and some of her family dynamics resonated strongly with my own. I don't usually watch stuff set for high school aged kids, but I gotta make an exception here.

I loved that the villain had some complexity (Zawe Ashton's performance blew me away), and that her people were ultimately helped in the end. The world is a complicated, messy place. But you can't hold an entire people accountable for the crimes of a few, and you have to understand how people get where they are (Dar-Benn wasn't a flat born-evil villain), and you have to try to help where you can even if the world is messy and you may make mistakes. (Granted, for most of us, helping means protesting or donating money or whatever, rather than reigniting a sun. But the less glamorous things are no less meaningful.)

And man, they just nailed the balance of the depth with the humor. I lost my fucking mind on the musical planet, and was laugh-crying when Memory started playing. All the little things like Fury's relief that Carol slammed into the ground just caught me off guard. Watching the initial chaos of their quantum entanglement and the ensuing montage was great. 10/10 experience overall.

Finally, gosh, the little Cessna at the end had me so nostalgic. My initial flight training and first solo were in a very similar aircraft, a Cessna 152. It looks like N5017B might've formerly been assigned to a similar aircraft, a Cessna F150L. (That tail number is now assigned to a Beechcraft.)

Let me tell you, cramming into a small plane like that on a hot Los Angeles day isn't always a pleasant experience, but it is a magical one.

(Carol, if you're reading this, you should know better than to leave a plane tied down for long! The poor baby needs flight time and regular maintenance!)

tl;dr - Go watch The Marvels.

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To Cry for the Moon Part 2 (Moon Knight x Female Eternal!Reader)

Author's Note: Here is part 2 for you. I do not have dissociative identity disorder (DID) This is a fictional depiction of DID & characters are based on the Marvel/Disney's Moon Knight series. I own nothing. The story idea by @jupitersmoon167 (the original post I saw is here!)

Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her. Story is 3rd person POV. Italics are the reflected alter talking.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Steven Grant x Eternal!Reader, Marc Spector x Eternal!Reader, Khonshu x Ma'at!Reader (It'll make sense eventually)

Word Count: 900+

WIP Series Masterlist

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 2: Errors in the Design

The next time they meet Steven, and by extension, Marc, sees Y/N studying the gift shop’s poster display for the Ennead exhibit. Her expression is filled with concentration as she studies the statues of the poster on display.

“I told Donna that they missed a couple,” Steven says. The woman before him startles slightly, her head snaps up as he speaks. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Smooth,” Marc chides from his reflection on the display. “Why not just give the poor gal a heart attack?” Steven ignores him.

She smiles and shakes her head. “No worries,” she assures him. “And yes, I see that. I’m sure they think no one will care.”

“But you do,” Steven counters. “And I do. People come to a museum to learn about history, and they can’t even represent it right.”

“True, but what are a mere docent and a gift shoppist to do?” She sighs and leans against the counter. “I am quite sure a number of supervisors signed off on this, without even the slightest clue what was missing. Or that these statues look ancient, sure, but are they really all that eye-catching? The Middle Kingdom alone was filled with beautiful carvings and vibrant colors like you wouldn’t believe,” she tells him. “Colors that may have lost their vibrancy with time, harsh sands, and the unrelenting desert sun, but they didn’t all fade. And they were all-natural, authentic, and made painstakingly by hand.” She looked closely at the central figure of the top statues. “Oh but you would love this, wouldn’t you, old man,” she mumbled as she studied Osiris’ statue. “You were the end all, be all.” She shook her head. “But you’d be nothing without my feather, you old mummy.”

“You really are passionate about all this,” Steven says gesturing to the poster, and other nearby items.

His voice snapped her out of her reverie. She nods. “It's a bit foolish to put so much time and effort into something that has been gone for ages,” she admits. Ajak would probably scold her for speaking of their time alongside the god of the dead so openly with a human. Y/N hoped Steven would attribute her heated take on it all as just part of years of enthusiastic study. 7,000 years, and it was still so easy to forget that people didn't know she had been there. People can’t know. Ajak, and probably Osiris himself, would shake their head at her. Or trap her in her own statue. He could try, taming an Eternal was something even Osiris never tried.

“If it’s foolish, then I happily consider myself a fool,” Steven says, earning a smile from her.

“I guess we are just a pair of fools longing for a time lost to the sands,” she says with such longing it made even Steven feel homesick for a moment. He could tell she put her heart and soul into everything she did.

“You miss it, don’t you?” He asks as he leans against the counter.

“More than you can know,” she states but smiles at him. “I miss them but being here helps. A little piece of home. And I have my friends, though they’re more like a family than just friends.” She takes a moment to study him. “I think you’d like them, Sprite tells stories that can capture the imaginations of everyone around. And Sersi, oh she’ll love you. A passion for times long gone, yeah, you’ll get along great.”

“They sound lovely,” Steven admits.

“They are,” she nods, but her phone goes off notifying her of her next tour group. “Well, duty calls.”

A few days later Steven is just leaving after a long shift of Donna micromanaging when he hears his name being called. He looks up to see Y/N on the steps of the museum with some people. Despite his exhaustion he smiles.

“Steven!” She waves him over. “I’m glad I caught you. Come meet my friends.”

“Oh, okay,” he says as he joins hers.

“Steven, this is Sersi and Sprite,” she gestures to the two women with her, “Ladies, this is Steven.”

“The guy from the gift shop?” Sprite asks, a mischievous look forming on her face. “The one you-”

“Lovely to meet you, Steven,” Sersi loudly cuts off Sprite. “Y/N always loves showing off the little souvenirs you find her.”

“Oh well, she-” Steven starts, seeming flustered.

“Look Dane’s here,” Y/N says quickly to save everyone from this embarrassing conversation. Dane greets Sersi sweetly before Y/N introduce her friend.

“Why don’t you join us for dinner, Steven,” Sersi offers. “Pub’s only a few blocks away.”

“He just finished a long shift, you guys can’t just-” Y/N start.

“Say yes, or I will,” Marc threatened from the reflection of a watch.

“That sounds lovely,” Steven agrees. As the small group heads towards the pub, a strong breeze kicks up and Y/N stops for a second and looks back. She does a double-take when she thought she saw a figure on a roof, but it was gone when she looked back. Something about it felt oddly familiar.

“Hurry up, Y/N!” Sprite says as she grabs her arm.

“You alright, Y/N/N?” Sersi asks as Sprite drags her closer, but Y/N keeps looking back.

Y/N turns around to see them looking back at her. “I…yeah.” She brushes it off. “Guess that last school group tour took more out of me than I thought.”

“Do you need to go home and rest?” Steven asks. She smiles at his concern.

“No, I’m fine,” she assures him.

“You’re sure?” He asks again.

“Yes, I promise, I’m fine, really.” She nods and begins walking again. “Yes, let’s go.”

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Forlorn

Subsequent Consequences Masterlist

Summary: Making my way downtown Walking fast, faces pass and I'm homebound (do doodoodoodoodoodoo) aka You go back to Westview for the showdown

“Hey, what did you mean you’ve seen me on tv?” you ask the FBI agent after he gets off the phone.

“Long story short, Wanda Maximoff was broadcasting some of what was going on in there, airing the stuff like some sitcom. She had you all playing a role. You were the best friend slash potential future love interest, at least that’s the vibe I was getting with the lingering looks and all the compliments,” Jimmy answers, the last bit rendering you a bit shocked and maybe a little embarrassed.

He continues, “Although, Darcy thinks you have something going on with one of the townspeople already. I think there is a betting pool going on.”

“You saw all that?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry. You are safe here. She can’t control you anymore,” he assures you, placing a hand on your shoulder as a comforting gesture.

“Right, yeah,” you agree unconvincingly. “Who were the guys who threw us in here? They aren’t really friendly.”

Jimmy gives you the rundown of what’s been happening on the outskirts of town. This Director Hayward sounds like trouble. With him and Agatha coming after Wanda, you need to get back into Westview fast.

“Can I borrow that phone? I need to make a call.”

Meanwhile in Westview, Wanda is lured into the basement by Agatha. Agatha has a magic hold on Wanda, revealing herself to be a witch. Wanda struggles against Agatha’s magic. Quite in the predicament, she keeps looking around for something to get her out of this. More often than not she’ll look back at the entrance, as if expecting someone to rush down and free her.

“No one is going to come running down here to help you, not even Y/N,” Agatha laughs, reading Wanda like a book.

“What did you do? Where is she?” Wanda asks, worried about what Agatha might have done to you. Wanda hasn’t seen you since last night, last night when she kissed you. She can’t say she regrets it but she knows she shouldn’t have done it. She has a husband for crying out loud. Granted her husband isn’t ever around lately, but that’s no excuse. This was supposed to be her happy ending.

It’s supposed to be simple. So how is it that she’s stuck in a witch’s basement looking for her magically conceived children and wondering what happened to her neighbor whom she may or may not have feelings for and technically cheated with on her deceased robot husband?

“Unbelievable. She’s got you too?” Agatha chuckles in disbelief.

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s alright, dear. We’ve all fallen for it,” Agatha discloses, walking around leisurely. “Easy on the eyes, always there when you need her, but not this time. Don’t worry. She’s fine, I think. I just needed her out of my way. She made things so complicated, so annoying. I’m sure you understand that better than anyone.”

Wanda tries to feign innocence, like she doesn’t know what Agatha means when she says you make things complicated. Agatha has none of this. “Oh, Wanda. Come on. It’s just us girls here. There’s no shame in admitting you’ve got the hots for Y/N. Kind, caring, endearing Y/N. I mean she plays the role really well, doesn’t she? And without having to take your directions. Amazing, truly. It must drive you insane, not knowing what she’s thinking. Or maybe it makes her all the more alluring to you?”

Wanda doesn’t like what Agn- Agatha is implying. Are you like Agatha? Are you like Monica? Have you been playing her the whole time?

“Aw, how darling. You actually thought she cared about you? That she was your friend? Maybe more than your friend?” Agatha sneers, “No, sweetie, she’s been lying the whole time. I don’t even have her whole story yet. But that’s for another time. I want to know about you.”

You hand back the phone to Agent Woo. “Thank you,” you say before starting to walk back in the direction of Westview.

“Hey, wait! Where are you going?”

“I need to see about a witch,” you reply.

Jimmy jogs up to you. He thinks he understands you are furious at Wanda for being held captive in Westview and controlled like a puppet and you are on your way to pay her a piece of your mind. “Stop,” he commands, moving in front of you and putting a hand up to halt you. “I get that you are angry with her, but you get there and then what? Wanda’s powers are beyond comprehension. It’s best to let the professionals handle this.”

“That’s not the witch I have a bone to pick with. Wanda hasn’t done anything to me. She’s not a bad person. She just needs someone to guide her, someone to help her. I need to help her,” you tell him.

“Oh, boy,” he sighs, defeatedly. Clearly this is some Stockholm Syndrome scenario. You are still trying to play the role of the helpful neighbor that is always there for Wanda. He will make sure to get you the help you need.

“Thanks for the concern, Agent Woo, but I assure you this isn’t stockholm syndrome. It’s a little more complicated than that, but I don’t have time to explain. If you’ll excuse me,” you politely make your way around him, continuing your walk.

“Wait, how did- I didn’t say that out loud. Did you read my mind?” he asks, chasing after you. This time he doesn’t bother stopping you but walks alongside you. “Can you read minds?”

“I can do a lot more than that,” you reply. Before he even asks, you answer his next question with a grumble. “No, I am not a witch.”

“But you have powers?” You nod. He continues, “What kind of powers?”

“The kind that can help Wanda and the people in that town,” you answer.

“Is one of them teleporting, because Hayward is going to be there faster than you are walking,” he states. You could teleport but that usually drains your energy and you think you might need it for when you get there. “If you just wait a few minutes, the FBI is sending someone to pick us up.”

“Well then I am glad I won’t be leaving you stranded,” you say. He frowns, trying to decipher what you mean. “You called your backup. I called mine. She should be here any second now.”

Right on cue, Makkari appears before your eyes, picking up behind her a bunch of dirt. You hear Jimmy coughing behind you and complaining, “Oh, I think some got in my eye.”

You have to spit some of it from your mouth. When the dust settles enough for Makkari to read your lips, you say, “Took you long enough.”

She doesn’t sign anything sassy back to you like the fact that you could have used your powers to teleport yourself which immediately makes you worry. “What’s wrong?”

She catches you up with some of the stuff that has been happening with the Eternals. Ajax is dead. The deviants seem to have come back. They need you to return.

“I have to finish this first. It’ll go faster if you help me,” you request her assistance. She agrees and has you hop on her back. You give Jimmy a salute in. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Agent Woo. you might want to hold your breath and close your eyes.”

He does as you say and Makkari takes off. Jimmy feels the dust kick up again and when he feels it’s safe to do so, he opens his eyes. You and your friend are nowhere to be seen. “What the hell just happened?”

Something is brewing in the center of town. As Makkari approaches, she sees Wanda yelling at - wait, is that who she thinks it is? The Salem girl from so long ago. Things just got interesting. Makkari guesses you want to be alongside Wanda, so that’s where she goes. There are two kids next to Wanda. One of them, much to Makkari’s surprise, sees her before anyone else. He’s still slower than Makkari but it’s evident he’s got some serious speed.

He stares at her in wonder as she gets closer. She smiles and throws a wink at him, finally stopping right in front of him. “Woah! You’re fast,” he marvels. His mom looks back to see what he is talking about and gasps in surprise to see you here. “Y/N.”

“Well look who’s joined the party and you brought a friend too,” Agatha quips from where she is hovering in the air. Makkari turns around to look up at Agatha when she notices everyone looking that way. Upon recognizing Makkari’s face, Agatha tilts her head and says, “Y/N never told me you were a witch too.”

Having no clue what Agatha means, Makkari turns to you for an answer but you ignore her and shout up at Agatha in irritation, “For the last time, I am not a witch!”

Agatha rolls her eyes. “Not this again.”

It’s not long before the showdown begins. Wanda begins to release the citizens, realizing that she has been hurting them unintentionally with her pain. She begins to dismantle the hex but then stops when she sees her children hurting. Not too long after, Hayward’s men show up and so does another Vision, same model, different color.

Wanda assigns everyone roles. You offer to help Wanda with Agatha but she tells you this is between her and the Salem witch, so instead you help disarm Hayward’s soldiers while Vision flies off to fight against himself. Makkari and Tommy use their speed to take away the guns and knock the soldiers down, and you and Billy use your powers to flip over the armored trucks. Billy and Tommy both look up at you, seeing that you too have powers much like Billy and his mom.

“You! You’re like me?” Billy asks, not able to believe that this whole time you had these abilities much like himself. You smile at him, happy to finally be able to show them what you can do. You turn over your hand and demonstrate the wisps of “magic” that flow from your palm. “I’d say you are more like me seeing that I’m a bit older.”

“‘A bit?’” Makkari signs, chuckling. You roll your eyes at your friend. “Shut up, Makkari.”

“Makkari? Like the Makkari? From your story?” Tommy asks. You smile and nod. You explain to Makkari that you told them about the Eternals.

“Wait! So, the Eternals are real?” Billy pipes up, excitedly, before Tommy interrupts with his own question for you. “Wait! Are you an Eternal?”

You nod again and Billy nearly screeches, “I change my mind! You’re my favorite.” He hugs you and you gladly return the sentiment. Tommy looks at Makkari, not bothering to even whisper, “You are still my favorite.” Makkari laughs and gives him a fist bump.

By the time you hear the gun, you fear you may be too late. Using your powers you put a type of protection barrier around the four of you as fast as you can but it seems you needn’t do it because there is someone in front taking on the ammunition. You worry that someone might have just died for you because you were too distracted, but the woman comes out of it without a scratch. Makkari runs and takes out the assailant.

The woman looks to be in shock like she didn’t know she had this ability which makes her all the more admirable to you, risking her life for the four of you. You nod at her in thanks and then you all look up to see how Wanda is fairing. She is not doing so well, so you move to go help her until you feel Makkari hold you back. You guess she notices something before you do, motioning around the sky, and you understand. Wanda has this.

Mere moments later, Wanda, showing another level of power in her new suit, has Agatha on the ground and punishes her by having her play her role as Agnes. Vision is here now so you assume he delt with the new Vision accordingly. The kids rush to their mom in excitement, glad that they are all okay and you notice that Wanda is also relieved to see this too.

Then her eyes land on Vision and she knows that it’s time to do the right thing. Her smile dies on her lips as they talk. It’s time to say goodbye to her family. She feels her kids stray and looks to see where they’ve gone. The small genuine smile appears on her face once more seeing Billy and Tommy talking so animatedly with you and your friend. Tommy challenges Makkari to race him while his brother scoffs, “She is so much faster than you, dude.”

It’s on. Makkari signs and you translate. Tommy jumps up in excitement and then asks you to repeat the gesture so he can say it back to Makkari. They line up and you whisper to Billy, “Watch this.”

When Billy yells “Go!” you use your powers to hold Makkari back two seconds, letting her go when she glares at you. Two seconds is enough to give Tommy the win. He cheers triumphantly, boasting to his brother. “You see! I won!”

“Only because Y/N cheated for you,” Billy replies.

“Nu-uh!”

“Yeah - huh!”

Tommy looks at you for the answer. You shake your head, assuring him it was all him and his speed. When he turns his back to you, you wink at Billy. Billy lets his brother have this one and brag about how he’s the fastest person alive. Makkari shoves you playfully in retaliation for holding her back, making you laugh.

Wanda giggles at this whole interaction. Vision looks at his wife fondly, her happiness making him happy. He notices how her eyes linger on you for a moment and she looks lost in her thoughts. Maybe he should have seen it sooner, but with all the madness of the past few days, he had other things keeping him preoccupied, but now with it all unraveled, it seems so obvious.

“She’ll be good for you,” Vision voices aloud, bringing Wanda out of her thoughts. She looks at him with a furrowed eyebrow. He clarifies, “Y/N, she’ll be good for you.”

“Vis, what-”

“Wanda, darling,” he interrupts her, “you’re going to need someone after this, someone you can trust. She’s been here for you since the day you stepped into this town.”

“She’s been lying to me from the beginning,” Wanda says seemingly irritated, but Vision can hear the hurt in her voice.

“She probably has a good reason. Find a way to forgive her. After all, despite everything that’s happened, she was still here willing to fight for you,” he reminds her. Wanda sighs. Vision is right of course. Who is she get upset about lying after all she’s done. “She has a good heart. I know it.”

Wanda doesn’t reply, just keeps watching you and the kids. Makkari signs something to you and you look at the kids with a sad smile. You tell them you have to go, that the Eternals need you. They beg to go. They want to meet the others and offer to help you with whatever it is you need to battle. You laugh, “Maybe on the next one, okay?”

They both give you disgruntled sighs at not being able to go with you but don’t complain. Instead, they make you swear on it. “Promise? You’ll come back for us for the next thing.”

“I promise. I’ll come back for you and you two can be my backup next time,” you tell them. “But that means you two have to be ready.”

“We’ll be ready!” Billy exclaims.

“We’ll be so ready!” Tommy agrees. You and Makkari smile at their enthusiasm.

“That means you have to practice and train and listen to your parents. Can you do that?” You smirk at their less enthusiastic “Yeah. I guess.”

“Good. Now go on. I think they’re waiting for you two.” You nudge them in the direction of their parents who have been watching you closely.

You and Makkari watch them go join their parents. Wanda frowns when you don’t move to join them. Billy answers her unspoken question. “They have to go help their friends.”

“Wait here,” Wanda tells her family before walking over to you. Makkari thinks it best to let you have your privacy and lets you know she’ll be waiting off to the side by the theater, where the woman who saved you is helping people. You get nervous as Wanda approaches. She’s frowning and you don’t know how to take it. Is she upset that you lied to her all this time? Is she upset that you are leaving? You could always simply read her mind but you’d rather have her tell you where you messed up.

“You lied to me.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” you sigh. “It was never my intention. The opposite, really. I actually followed you into town to tell you but by the time I managed to actually work up the nerve to approach you, it was too late.”

“You followed me?” she asks, confused.

“It’s not as creepy as it sounds,” you defend yourself. “It’s just that I’ve been watching you for a while and - okay, that does sound weird,” you laugh awkwardly, “but I mean when I first heard about you and what you could do, the similarities between us, I knew I had to meet you. I thought I could help.”

“You have magic? Are you like me?”

“Yes and no. It’s hard to explain but I will if you give me the chance.”

“You’re leaving,” she points out.

You assure her, “I’ll be back.”

“I might not be here when you get back,” she tells you, looking around the town square at all the damage she’s done to this town. There is no way she is welcome here.

“Where will you go?”

“I don’t know.” She sighs, “Somewhere I can’t hurt anybody. Somewhere no one can find me.”

I’ll find you, you promise. It startles Wanda feeling your presence in her head. You chuckle at her reaction and she smiles. “I can see why people don’t like it when I do that.”

“I’ll teach you how to block it,” you tell her. Thoughts of all the things you can teach her race through your brain and you grow excited, until Makkari interrupts and reminds you that you have somewhere to be. “That’s my queue.” You linger a second longer, not knowing how to leave. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

She nods and gives you a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes before she turns around to head back to her family. You know what she’s thinking without having to read her mind. You call her name, “Wanda!”

She turns around to look at you once more. You’re not alone anymore. She wants nothing more than to believe you and when she looks into your eyes finding nothing but sincerity, she does. A sense of relief washes over her body and it feels so good she could almost cry. She doesn’t. She watches as Makkari touches your hand and in a flash, you’re gone.

The following week drains the life out of you. Fighting Deviants is one thing, but add fighting with your family and then basically your reason for existing is a whole other deal none of you quite frankly were prepared for. Having to choose between fighting for this world or letting it fall in order for a celestial to rise is not a hard decision. All it takes is the smiles of two young twin boys to pop into your mind and you know where you stand. This world is worth fighting for.

In the end, you get through it and this world is safe. All you want to do is take a long, much needed nap after all this madness, but you have somewhere to be and you know you wouldn’t be able to rest anyway without knowing where she is or how she is doing.

So after saying your goodbyes to your family and promising to catch up for real at a later time, you go look for Wanda. The chance that she’s somehow still in Westview is highly unlikely but you go there first, hitching one more ride from Makkari. Fortunately for you, there are tents placed near town. Turns out the FBI is not done investigating and sorting everything out. You make it to Wanda’s and you guess your street. Wanda’s house isn’t there, an empty lot in its place once more. The street is closed off, of course it would be. It’s where it all started. You can see your car though, giving you an excuse to get past the tape. You could always use your powers but there are too many witnesses.

“Agent Woo, this lady says that’s her car on the street,” the officer you followed informs the man you met not long ago. Jimmy turns around and is shocked to see the superpowered person from a week ago again. “Y/N!” He tells the officer, “I’ll handle this. Thank you.” The officer nods before returning to his post.

“Agent Woo, FBI,” you acknowledge him. He chuckles and says, “You can call me Jimmy. Wow! I didn’t think I’d see you so soon.”

“I’m actually here because I am looking for Wanda Maximoff,” you admit.

“You and everyone else,” he tells you. This doesn’t inspire much confidence but you ask anyway. “So you don’t happen to know where she went?”

He looks around, making sure no one is overhearing, before leaning in close and speaking under his breath, “I can’t say I know anything officially but I can tell you there may or may not be someone who could help you narrow down her location. Her name is Darcy Lewis.” He hands you a card with her information on it. “I hope this helps.”

“Thank you.” You look at him expectantly, waiting awkwardly until he asks, “Was there something else?”

“Yeah, that’s actually my car. I kind of need the keys,” you reply.

“Oh, that’s really your car? Yeah, yeah. Let me get those for you,” he says and asks you to wait while he goes fetch the keys. You wait in the tent, looking around the tent as people work overtime to get everything back to normal in this town. Several people give you odd looks and can’t help stare at you, obviously recognizing you as one of the main people in Wanda’s circle from whatever she was broadcasting. You get a few pitiful looks, like they feel awful that you were subjected to such a thing. You smile awkwardly at them. If only these people knew the truth, they would probably treat you much differently.

Jimmy returns with your keys. You thank him one last time, wishing him luck with everything, and then head over to your car. You unlock it and then once inside, you switch it on and drive off, this time in search for Darcy Lewis. You call her and with as little information over the phone as possible, ask to meet. Basically, all it takes is you telling her your name and she put things together, agreeing to meet.

“Y/N! Wow. I never thought I’d get to meet you. This is crazy!” She stands and shakes your hand before sitting back down in the booth of the diner you agreed to meet in.

“I was told you could help me find Wanda or at least narrow down where she went,” you get straight to the point in lieu of a hello. You could use your abilities to find her yourself but that could take weeks whereas getting a little help could speed up the process. Darcy nods, “Down to business. Understood. I can’t tell you the pinpoint location of where she is but give me a day or two and I could get the general vicinity depending how often she’s been using her powers. I’ve gotten enough samples from the hex to be able to do this. Luckily for your girlfriend the government hasn’t caught up on how to do this, otherwise she would be in trouble.”

It’s the first time someone aside from Makkari refers to Wanda as your girlfriend, but Makkari always did it in a teasing way. Darcy seems to mean it, so it’s not your fault if it makes you blush a teensy bit while you correct her. She apologizes, “I’m sorry. I thought because of everything. I mean at first I didn’t because I thought you and Agnes or whatever that lady’s real name is had something going on but then Jimmy pointed stuff out and slowly convinced me.”

“You are quite perceptive, Miss Lewis. Her name is Agatha,” you reveal to Darcy, who has a growing grin on her face, understanding she was right. “So you and her did have something?”

“It was a long time ago. I can assure you that’s definitely over with,” you nod. “But it was something alright.”

“I might need that in recording later, if it’s cool with you.” Darcy adds, “For science purposes.”

You chuckle, “I know about your little betting pool.” You laugh when her eyes go wide and she looks like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “It’s okay. At least you were finding a way to make light of the situation.”

“Hello, dears. Are you ready to order or can I get you started on drinks?” a waitress of the diner comes to take your order. Darcy looks at you, unsure if you are actually going to sit and eat. You smile kindly to the waitress and ask her what she recommends from the menu. Darcy guesses you are staying to eat and goes with the flow, looking over the menu herself.

You pay for your and Darcy’s meals. How you have money without an actual job, one may ask, you would reply that you invested your money a very long time ago. You tell Darcy to let you know as soon as she has the information and you split ways. You get a hotel room for the two days wait finding it near impossible to distract yourself. The only time you find some semblance of peace is when they do a late night rerun of one of the shows Wanda likes and you sit for a few hours just enjoying it. Finally Darcy calls you and you meet again at the same diner.

You enjoy some food while preparing yourself mentally for your journey to Wanda. Darcy narrowed it down to a specific area of a state. It seems Wanda is in a secluded wooded area, not at all the type of place you could picture Wanda in. You guess that makes sense though if she is in hiding. Darcy pays this time and wishes you luck.

“Can I see your phone?” you ask her. She unlocks it for you and hands it over, wondering what you are up to. She watches as you record a video of yourself saying, “Darcy was right. Pay up.”

You hand her back the phone with a smile. She stares at you like she couldn’t believe you did that. “You’re cool and I mean it unironically. Like, if you ever need me to hype you up to Wanda even if she has no idea who I am, I will do it.”

You laugh, “I will keep that in mind. Goodbye, Darcy. Thank you again for the help.”

Having narrowed it down to the general area, you fill up the gas tank on your car and set off in Wanda’s direction. Numerous playlists and podcast episodes later, you reach the point where you have to use your powers to zero in on Wanda. It’s not long, maybe two minutes, to feel her mind. You could’ve done it in one but you’re tired and sleep deprived.

“Gotcha.”

It takes you longer than you wish to get to her. It’s not your fault the car is not built for paths like the ones you take. Ultimately, you abandon the car when you get a flat tire. You can come back for it later. What matters is getting to Wanda. You walk for approximately ten minutes until you see a lonely cabin. She’s in there, you feel it. She must sense someone outside too, because it’s not long that you are standing there looking up at the cabin that the door swings open and the redhead steps outside cautiously.

“You’re trespassing!” she shouts from the porch. You are pretty far away that you think she can’t recognize you but you can see the red around her hands from where you stand. “I think it’s best you go back where you came from!”

“See I would, but I kind of got a flat tire!” you yell back, moving closer so that maybe she could make out your face and choose not to rearrange it with her magic. Wanda’s body tenses upon hearing your voice. She squints her eyes as if it will help her vision. You continue, “And I’ve made it all this way. I would be much obliged if you could spare a glass of water at the very least if you are going to send me away.” The moment she realizes it really is you, she shouts “Y/N!” joyfully before practically running to you.

You smile, releasing a breath of relief at her reaction to you being here. It would be downright awful had she actually not taken your presence well, but she welcomes you with open arms, quite literally, hugging you tight when she makes it to you. “You found me.”

“I said I would.” You pull away just enough to look at her face. “I’m sorry I came empty handed, but I came as soon as I could and there aren’t many bushes I could pick a flower from in those woods.”

“That’s all right. You’re here,” she says, shaking her head, telling you not to worry about it. You nod and then step out of her hold to walk around. “You’ve got quite the set up here.” You walk up to a tree, touching the trunk. She follows you, lingering behind. “You like trees?” she asks. You shrug. “It’s a nice tree. Unfortunate to know it’s rotting, but you’ve done a decent job hiding it.”

You hear her breath hitch. She’s surprised you caught on. You don’t fault her thinking she could trick you with a simple glamour spell. She doesn’t know your whole story yet. She doesn’t know you were the one who first taught sorcerers that spell. You turn around to take a good look at her. Even though you were the one to have recently gone on a tiresome mission to save the world, Wanda looks like she has been on her own sleepless mission. You gently take her hand and using your powers, reveal the true state of her hands. Black fingertips show she’s been messing with something dark.

“You’ve been busy, haven’t you?”

She snatches her hands away. “Let’s go inside. You must be tired.” She heads inside without another word, knowing you are following close behind. Once inside, she seats you on a chair at the kitchen table while she prepares some tea. You watch quietly. Uncomfortable at the sight of her fingertips, she uses her magic to hide the black. You speak up, “Glamour it all you want, the only real way to fix that is to stop using dark magic.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she denies. You scoff. She can’t even look you in the eyes when she says this.

“You’re a terrible liar,” you inform her. Again she refuses to let up. “I’m not lying,” she huffs, then stares at you confused when you raise your hand and point it towards a closed door. Too fast to stop it, Wanda watches you invoke the Darkhold with your magic. It lands perfectly in your grasp. “What’s this, then?”

Her face immediately contorts to one of anger. “Give it back.”

You shake your head. “I can’t do that, Wanda.”

“Y/N, I’m only going to ask you once more. Give it back,” she warns you, but you don’t let up. Knowing you aren’t going to let the book go, Wanda resorts to using her own magic to try pulling the book from you but it’s of no use. Your magic is too strong. “Y/N! I need that book!”

She does all she can, including throwing offensive spurts of energy at you but you easily block them. “I’m sorry, Wanda. It’s too dangerous. Look what it’s doing to you!” you point out the fact that she is desperately fighting you over the book. “This is safer with the Sorcerer Supreme.” Wanda watches in agony as you open a portal and send the book through it.

“No! You don’t understand! It’s the only way to get Billy and Tommy back.” She stops fighting and falls to her knees before you. Fighting you is useless and you’ve tired her out more than she has been already. Watching Wanda sob helplessly almost has you falling to your knees as well. “I can hear them, Y/N. They’re calling me. I have to find them. I need them- I need them with me. Please, Y/N. I need that book.”

You speak calmly, but sternly, “I get it, Wanda. I do. There is nothing I want more than for you to have your boys back, but this isn’t the way. Nothing good will come from that book.”

“You said you would help me, that I wasn’t alone anymore,” she whimpers, head fallen pointedly towards the ground. It breaks your heart the way she wipes a tear from her face. You sink down to your knees to Wanda’s level and reach out to take her face in the palm of your hands. You lift her head up to look at you.

“You aren’t alone, Wanda. I am here for you and I promise we are going to get them back. All I am saying is there are other ways to do it where you don’t need the book, where no one has to get hurt, not even you,” you assure her, taking one of her hands in your own so she knows what you mean by that.

“How?” she asks, weakly.

“Do you trust me?” you ask. It takes a moment but she finally nods.

“Yes,” she says firmly.

“Good,” you smile. You kiss her forehead gently and sit with her in the kitchen for a minute, just holding her hand and waiting until she is relatively calm. Then you stand up and offer her your hand to pull her up off of the floor. “Come on. I’ve got a lot to teach you.”

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Thank you for waiting patiently. I appreciate it. I hope this was to your satisfaction. I don’t mean to undo all that MoM did with this kind of ending but I think it’s more sweet this way. Again, big thanks to @padmeswife for the idea for this story

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m4xedout · 1 year

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One fin wonder 3

Welcome to one fin wonder!

Cw: panic attack, mentions of blood and guts, reader is 14, Steven chapter with a little bit of Marc!

Enjoy! :)

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Today's your day off, that whole computer Kevin boy thing was exactly two days ago, you hoped the craziness of your week would stop there.

But it was just the beginning.

You headed out to buy groceries, you were getting tired of Ramen noodles.

As you headed out to the shops, you found yourself in a crowded area.

You hated crowds.

Your breath becoming heavier and you felt as if everyone was staring at you, you tried to catch your breath until you knees buckled beneath you.

You fell to the ground holding back tears, with sharp heavy breaths you managed to scoot away from the path where people walked, until-

"Oop!"

Huh?

"Oh darling are you alright?" The- the guy it's him!

He reached his hand out to you and you hesitated, the state you were in you didn't want ANYONE to see you.

He wiggled his hand in front of your red welled up eyes

"C'mon, it's okay, I don't bite" he said in a calm collected voice careful not to frighten you more

Your shakey hand went out to grab his, and when you did he pulled you up slowly to us level.

"Oh dear are you okay? You seemed to have had a panic attack" he said

"Uhm.. uh yeah.. thank you-" "you're the kid from the shop!" He said allowed and quickly hushed himself.

"I'm sorry for bumping into you dear, I was in a rush, I had a date you see? And I was running late to go home and get ready and-"

"No no i-i got it" you interrupted him as he apologized for rambling

"Hey, I know this may be a little dodgy, but would you like to grab a cup of coffee? Or..tea?" He asked.

"Oh! Yeah sure, I was going grocery shopping anyways don't worry"

"Great!" He grabbed your hand and hurriedly ran out of the crowd as you squeezed your eyes shut.

When you got out you headed for the grocery store, the shops didn't have what you wanted.

"So!..what's your name?"

...

"Y/n."

"Lovely name!, I'm Steven grant"

Steven grant.

Steven..grant....

Nope, never heard of him.

On the walk you two started to talk about your jobs

"Yeah and her names Donna"

"Well Donna sounds like she has a stick up her ass"

"Hey!" He chuckles lightly punching you on the shoulder, he was kinda friendly now that you think about it.

Once you reached the coffee shop, he asked "Yeah and uhm for them.."

"Anything with chocolate is good for me "

"Oh okay then-" he stumbled over his words for your order, he told you to go sist down and he'd be right with you, he's like your

Like your dad.

You began to think about your father..

He wasn't a bad dad, but he was never around and, your mom...

"Heya! Here ya go" he handed you your drink as you began to sip from it.

"Sat next to you in your own chair and began to drink his tea

"Anything on your mind dear?"

"My parents."

"Oh dear they must be worried sick! I already paid the lady, come on now hon, oh dear what would they think about when they see you've been hanging out with-"

"They won't care."

"I don't live with them"

"Oh.. oh dear really? But you're so young" he said with worry patting your shoulder

"My mom lives with her boyfriend."

"And your father?"..

You look down into your drink

And a small tear drops into it

"Oh dear I'm sorry I didn't want to make you cry"

You sniffle "it- its okay, I just..I don't like bringing him up so much." You put your drink onto the table and push your chair back a little

" well I'm sorry" would you like anything to eat? You look a little skinny, not saying that's a bad thing of course I'm just saying-" your laughter interrupts him, he looks at you curiously

"You're very skiddish aren't you Mr. Grant?" You giggle

"Well I'm careful not to make people feel like there trapped in a box with me"

"Well yeah but, I am kinda hungry now that I think about it"

"Well! I know a place to get a good burrito!"

You left and got a burrito, and found out he was vegan, saw a man painted gold, took pictures, and left

You both said your goodbyes

Just to remember you forgotten groceries.

"God dammit "..

You walk up into your flat, and see

A man

A man is in your flat, and you just shut the door as loud as you could.

Dear God.

He looks back to you and rushes towards you

You dodge him and run to the kitchen

But when you go to grab a knife he grabs it from your hands and makes a small cut into your arm.

You yelp out in pain and kick him in the crotch.

You run as fast as you could to your room and grab your phone.

Until you hear.

Glass shattering.

A man screaming.

Bones snapping.

And raspy breath.

You creak open your door.

To see a white suit.

With a mask, his eyes were glowing white and he was speaking into a mirror as if it were responding.

He sounded so familiar.

"Holy shit.." you whisper.

His head snaps into your direction

"Y/n?."

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To be continued.

#marc spector x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #jake lockley x teen!reader #moonknight x teen!reader

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WHY I THINK HU IS THE KILLER.

This contains spoilers for the new mv and chapter two so you have been warned

Ok let me get this straight before starting, i came up with this theory very quickly whilst me and my friend were rewatching ch2. Nothing here is fact but this is just what i think happened.

Motive:

What would her motive be? Well this theory became a thing because of the secrets. I think Arei had Hu’s secret. Now this may seem crazy for you to hear but hu seems like the kind of person to kill someone and hold no remorse especially if it’s to protect someone.

I think it’s safe to say that hu is a very protective person. Especially around people she cares about and quite a few people may depend on her too. So who did eden run to when arei made her cry. Her bestie hu jing. Obviously i have no proof of this but it seems plausible. I believe a lot of the class( nico, eden etc) seek comfort in hu and see her as a mother figure of some sort

Now hu has gotten mad at arei before and making eden cry must’ve been her last straw.

I think eden is lying to us. I think she knows about hu being the killer but isn’t saying anything because she did it to protect eden. Also just pointing out what eden said before the body was discovered ‘no teruko wait’ almost like she knew what was in there.

I know what you’re thinking,”the murderer had to know about eden and arei becoming friends so if hu did it to protect eden why would she still kill her?” Well, i don’t know. It could be that since arei has hu’s secret she still wanted to kill her. Or maybe eden told hu about her and arei becoming friends and she had a little cute platonic yandere moment. Maybe she was there listening and heard the entire thing. Those are some options.

Now i know what else you’re thinking. “Hu can’t be the killer! Her and eden were doing the dishes at 7pm” (from what i remember them saying) well on the note it wasn’t specified 7 am or pm and i think charles’ “ teruko we fucked up” is what he’ll be talking about. And obviously arei was seen alive at 7pm with David and ace.

Now on my previous post i mentioned hu being credited as supporting cast in the new mv and how that was weird because the people credited as supporting cast are teruko, arei, hu, crossed out mai and a name cut of that seems to be ms/mr naegi (so like komaru or makoto)

Like i said on the previous post hu has nothing to do with the music video unlike the others: arei died this chapter and there is a rope in the background, teruko and mai’s portraits in the background.

So what does hu have to do with it? It could be that she was the one most hurt by David’s reveal or maybe she’s the killer. Her and Arei’s names are next to eachother as well.

How she did it:

Obviously there’s a lot of evidence this chapter so I’m going to go through what i can remember.

The minnows and water(well the water dried up)

I think arei was waterboarded. Granted this is the only reason i could come up with for the water being there. Obviously hu would need a large source of water and where better to get it from than a pond. This could also mean she didn’t die from hanging and instead died from asphyxiation but it’s pretty unlikely to have a fake cause of death two chapters in a row. So let’s say she passes out from lack of oxygen due to the waterboarding

Skid marks

We can’t really tell how strong hu is due to the fact she lost to rose in the arm wrestling comp in ch1. But with her line “ oh dear I’m a bit disappointed in myself” or so it goes. We can tell she thinks highly of her strength and was disappointed she lost to rose. Now the skid marks. The playground floor scuffs easily especially by dragging your feet, hu herself is the one to point this out. So i think hu took the unconscious Arei and the longer rope (the one found under the roundabout) and hung arei from one of the bars on the roof, generating enough force to break her neck. I think this because in the investigation veronika mentions how hanging from the swing set wouldn’t generate enough force to kill and break arei’s neck.

Arei’s wrists

Being tied to a board is a common theme(?) in waterboarding, to stop the victim from moving. So arei’s wrists being tied isn’t that big of a surprise. And we obviously find the crumpled tape that seems to be the lne that bound arei’s wrists together in the bin alongside the note

Tape on roundabout/merry go round

I don’t yet have an explanation for this one soooo.

That’s all the evidence and in conclusion hu killed arei to protect and eden knows this

but isn’t going to say anything. 🤪

#drdt theory #arei nageishi #hu jing #david chiem #danganronpa despair time #drdt spoilers #drdt #drdt chapter 2

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foundtherightwords · 1 year

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Winter Light - Chapter 5 (last chapter)

Pairing:Tom Grant (Make Up) x OFC

Summary: Vanessa, a young cancer patient, arrives at a remote holiday park in Cornwall to wait out the rest of her days, but after a chance meeting with a park employee named Tom who's nursing a broken heart, Vanessa realizes life may not be done with her yet.

Warnings: angst, swearing, serious illness (cancer), discussion of death/grief

A/N: Poor Tom. When I first had this idea, I thought, Oh no, he's going to suffer again, isn't he? But my love for doomed romance is too strong. I tried to end it on a slightly more uplifting note and leave it kind of open for a possible happy ending though, so if you want it, let me know.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Home

Vanessa was at the door, reaching for the handle, when she heard Tom's voice behind her, saying softly yet deafeningly in the eerie silence of the early morning, "Running away again?"

She thought about yanking the door open and fleeing into the freezing cold, but she didn't. Instead, she turned to face him. He was out of bed and pulling on his clothes. "Please, Tom," she whispered, tears rising to her eyes. "Please just let me go."

He crossed to the door in a few quick steps. "Go where?"

"I don't know," Vanessa said, hopelessly.

"Then no." He moved to stand between her and the door. "I told you, I'm not going to let you be alone."

"Why do you care?" she asked. "I thought I was only helping you get over Ruth."

Tom took her hand. "It started out that way. But now I care about you. Because you're strong, and brave, and funny, and beautiful." He took a deep breath. "And I love you."

Those few simple words sapped her of whatever sliver of willpower she had left. She dropped the suitcase and let Tom gather her into his arms, even as she said, over and over, "Don't, Tom. You'll get your heart broken again."

"You're not going to do that by dying," Tom said, tucking her under his chin and stroking her hair. "But you will if you leave."

Vanessa buried her face in his chest, her tears soaking into his shirt. "I can't let you watch me die."

"Is that what you're afraid of?" Tom asked gently. "With your family too?"

"Yes. I just keep thinking, if this is how they are when I'm sick. how will they cope when I die?" She sniffled. "That's probably quite egotistical of me, isn't it?"

"No. You worry because you care. But I'll cope."

At that, Vanessa lifted her head. She looked through her tears at his face, the open, vulnerable face she had only known for so short a time but had become so dear to her, at the eyes that were her weakness. There were tears in those eyes too, but he was smiling at her.

"Hey, here's a random fact for you," he said. "Did you know that some martial artists train by hitting sand, so their bones would get broken just a tiny bit and get stronger when they heal?"

The non-sequitur stopped her crying. "Where'd you learn that?"

"Watch a lot of Pointless."

"OK." Vanessa gave a little smile. "Why are you telling me?"

Tom bent down so he could look her in the eye. "I guess hearts are the same way. They get broken, but they'll heal stronger."

Vanessa laughed. "When did you become such a poet?"

"It's you rubbing off on me," Tom said, flicking away a tear at the tip of her nose with his finger. He wrapped his arms around her again. "Just stay with me, please. I'll be all right. Promise."

She wanted to believe him, wanted it so desperately. She didn't know how much time she had left, and God, she didn't want to spend that little time alone. It would be no use worrying about those she left behind. The only thing she could do was to make sure that she didn't hurt them, her loved ones, while she was still alive. And she did love him. More than she could say.

"All right, Tom, I'll stay," finally she said, and found comfort in his embrace again.

***

Those were the best days and also the worst days of Vanessa's life. They were the best, because she and Tom were together now. She could now show all the longing and passion and love she'd had to hide for so long. She could let him kiss her and kiss him back as he left for work, could reach over the table to take his hand in hers while they were eating, could cuddle up to him on the sofa while they were watching TV, could hear him say "I love you" as he kissed her good night. It almost felt wasteful to go to sleep after all that, but she went to sleep so she could wake up next to him, watch the rays of the winter sun tangle up in his hair, smell his bed-warmed skin as he snuggled close to her, see his eyelids flutter as he opened his eyes and smiled sleepily at her. And they were the worst, because she was too tired and weak to enjoy it. The pain was more terrible than ever, and the morphine left her lethargic and foggy. There were nights when she felt the sea calling out to her, stronger than her fear, telling her to put an end to it all, and she had to pull Tom's arms tight around her, like an anchor weighing her down, keeping her safe.

"I'm sorry I put you through this, Tom," she said one of those nights, after she had wept herself to exhaustion from the pain.

"Don't be silly," he said, kissing away the tears from her cheeks and the corners of her eyes. "I asked you to stay, didn't I? Just tell me what to do."

"Stay with me," she said, and he did.

Some days she felt a little better, but it was too cold to go to the beach, and she didn't feel like going to the park's arcade, empty now without the tourists, its noises and flashing lights all the more eerie when there was no one around. So when Tom suggested they drove into town instead, she eagerly agreed.

It had begun to feel like Christmas. Every shop window and doorway was festooned with red and green, and a big Christmas tree was set up in the town center, ready to be lit up. Vanessa wasn't able to walk much - there was no room in the truck for the wheelchair, and she just took her cane - so she asked Tom to leave her at the bookshop while he ran his errands.

As she was poking about in the shop's gift section, something in the jewelry case caught Vanessa's eyes. It was a silver charm, in the shape of a house, a squat little cottage with a tiled roof. It looked a bit like one of the caravans. Impulsively, Vanessa bought it, though she didn't have anything to wear it on. Only when the shopkeeper asked if she wanted to have it gift-wrapped that she realized why she'd really bought it. "Yes, please," she said.

She had just finished putting the little box in her bag when Tom turned up. "Another book?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Maybe," she said, wriggling her eyebrows back at him. It would be a secret. Something for her to look forward to.

They walked to the pub for lunch, Vanessa leaning on Tom for support. As they turned the corner, however, she caught sight of a purple car parked outside the pub, and her stomach lurched. She grabbed Tom's hand in panic.

"What is it?" He looked at her with concern.

Vanessa indicated the car. "My brother's here."

"You sure?"

"How many purple cars have you seen? The three of us got drunk last Christmas and painted it, and Miles kept it like that as a joke. Drives his wife mental."

Tom still looked confused. "I thought your family knew you're here?"

"Yes, but I told them I was with my friends Siobhan and Mel. No reason for Miles to come here." Unless her secret was out, somehow.

"You want to leave?" Tom asked.

Vanessa gripped her cane. "Yeah, let's go."

But it was too late. Miles emerged from the pub just as they were retreating. He saw Vanessa right away. His eyes, of a paler blue than Vanessa's own, widened in disbelief, and he ran over to her. "Nessie?"

Vanessa grimaced at the childish nickname. "Hiya, Miles," she said.

"My God, Nessie!" As if to convince himself that she was real, Miles pulled her into a bear hug, almost crushing her ribs.

"What are you doing here, Miles?" she asked.

"Mum ran into Mrs. McKenna." Siobhan's mother. Shit. "She said Siobhan's in Sweden on an exchange program and had no idea where you are. You didn't answer your phone..."

Vanessa thought of her phone, left forgotten on her bedside table in the caravan. "Really bad signal at the park," she said lamely.

"What the hell were you thinking, Ness?" Miles said, and it was as if Vanessa had never left. She was right back home, being chastised for yet another of her escapades. "Mum and Dad are frantic. They wanted to call the police, but I convinced them to wait until I come here and make sure you're all right. I was just asking in the pub for directions to the park. If that's really where you're staying."

"Why are you here, Miles?" Vanessa repeated.

"To take you home, of course!"

Miles made to grab her arm. Vanessa looked at Tom, who had stepped back but looked ready to jump to her defense. She gave him a little shake of her head. This was a battle she had to fight for herself. She recalled what Tom had told her. Tell them, and if they don't listen, say it again, louder.

"No, Miles," she said, pulling her arm free.

"No? Christ, look at yourself, Ness! You're not well..."

"Of course I'm not well, Miles, I'm fucking dying!" Vanessa hissed, trying to keep her voice down, for several shoppers were eyeing them curiously. "But I'm not coming home. Not yet."

"What, you're going to wait until you come home in a box?!"

Vanessa was too used to making such jabs herself to be affected by it. "Maybe," she snapped back. "If that's what it takes for you lot to let me take control of my own life."

"Is that what this is about, control?" Miles scoffed. "Don't be so childish, Ness."

"I'm twenty years old, Miles. If I sound childish, that's because you and Julie and Mum and Dad keep treating me like one."

Miles's tone softened. "OK, let's not argue about that. But you cannot stay here forever, Ness. You need to go to a hospital. We had a talk with Dr. Pandhi, he said there's this new treatment..."

Vanessa felt the old anger bubbling up. They always did this, humoring her and then going over her head and deciding everything anyway, because little Nessie didn't know what was good for her. "I'm not going through that again, Miles. They don't work, or they work for a while but end up making me even sicker. I've had enough."

Miles slumped down on the car's bonnet, burying his head in his hand. "You've got to come home, Ness," he said. "What am I going to tell Mum and Dad?" Vanessa noticed that he looked older than when she'd seen him last, his dark hair unkempt, and faint stubble covered his usually clean-shaven face. Guilt stabbed at her again. She did this. Miles had always been the strongest of the family; no doubt that was why he was sent here to look for her. If this was how he looked, she didn't know what Julie or her parents would be like.

"How's Becca?" she asked.

"She's fine. Worried about you, like everyone else."

"Had your honeymoon yet?"

Miles looked up at her, bewildered. "What are you on about? How can we think of going on a honeymoon at a time like this?"

Vanessa knelt down in front of him. "But that's what I'm talking about, Miles! That's what I want. I want you to go on as normal. Don't put your life on hold for me." Miles opened his mouth to object, but she interrupted him. "I'll come home. But only if you don't make a huge fuss out of everything. Tell Mum and Dad that. I'll be all right. Promise." She realized she was saying the exact same thing Tom had said, when he'd asked her to stay. Just simple reassurance. But it worked. Miles looked at her for a long while.

"You've changed," he said. "I don't know what it is, but it's like you're a proper grown-up. Wiser. Not little scrappy Nessie anymore."

Vanessa smirked. "I've always been wise. You're just too much of a twat to notice."

"I'll stay here until you're ready to go home," Miles said.

"No. That would be putting your life on hold again. Just go, Miles. Tell Mum and Dad I'm all right, and I'll come home soon."

"But what if..."

"I'm with a friend," Vanessa said, nodding toward Tom. "He's been taking care of me. Don't worry."

Miles scrutinized Tom, and Vanessa was afraid her brother was going to interrogate him. But perhaps something in her voice, her eyes, and her bearing had convinced Miles. He hugged her again, then chucked her under her chin as he always did, and got into the car. "If you're not coming in a week, I'll come down again and bundle you home," he said in his big brother's voice. "And for God's sake, keep your phone on, all right?"

Tom came to her side as Miles drove away. "Everything all right, love?" he asked.

"Yes," Vanessa said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

***

Tom was quiet on the drive back to the park. Vanessa also sensed that something had changed between them, not in how they felt about each other, but in their future. Not that they had much of a future to begin with. She had sensed it for a while now, since the pain had gotten so bad it could no longer be ignored, and Miles's appearance had only forced her to face it and make a decision about it. Now she knew the cozy, happy days with Tom would come to an end soon.

That night, as they were lying in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, bathing in each other's heat, Tom finally asked, "You're going home, aren't you?"

There it was. Vanessa had been wondering which one of them would bring it up first. Trust Tom to take the difficult step. "I was hoping you'd convince me to stay," she said.

"I can't. That's your decision."

"I've been thinking about it. If I've trusted you enough to stay with you, maybe I should trust my family enough to go back too. Or trust myself." She reached for his hand, pressing his fingers to her lips. How short their time together had been. She wished she could seize this night, stretch it out for as long as she could. "I'm scared, though. What if I go home and things go back to the way they were, my parents going hysterical over me and putting me through all those horrible treatments again? I don't want to die in a hospital, surrounded by machines."

Tom grabbed her other hand and kissed it too. "I'm coming with you."

Vanessa sat up. "Really?"

"And if things get bad and you want to leave, tell me. We'll go."

"What about your job here?"

"I'm quitting anyway."

"Why?"

"Because some Perspective Tornado told me I should make plans for the future," Tom smiled at her.

Vanessa fought the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Total Perspective Vortex," she said, smiling back.

"OK, Total Perspective Vortex then."

As she felt his soft lips on hers, lips that always sent those butterflies through her body no matter how many times they kissed, Vanessa thought, perhaps she couldn't stop time, but this would be enough. It had to be.

***

Tom helped her pack. It didn't take long. Vanessa took out the letters she'd put away in her suitcase and gave them to him. "Can you make sure my family gets these, in case I can't give them myself?" she asked. Tom said nothing, no sorrowful refusal, no reassuring "You're going to do that yourself." He simply took the letters and pocketed them. That was one of the first things that drew him to her, one of the reasons she loved him, Vanessa reflected. He didn't waste time with clichés.

She also brought out the little box she'd kept hidden. "I was going to save this for Christmas," she said. "But maybe it's better to give it to you now."

Tom opened the box. Inside, nestled amongst tissue paper, was the silver charm in the shape of a cottage. "For your chain," Vanessa said. "I saw it at the bookshop, and it reminded me of the caravan, so..." She didn't say that it reminded her of Tom more - safe and strong, like a house. Like a home. Her home.

But she knew he would understand. He always did. He immediately put the charm on and clasped it to his chest for a moment, before pulling her in for a long kiss. Even after they eased apart, he kept his forehead pressed to hers. "Thank you," he whispered.

As they walked out of the caravan for the last time, Vanessa turned back and looked at the window boxes. The cyclamen and heather blooms had died, but the Christmas roses were still going strong, their pure white petals standing out against the deep green leaves like a dusting of snow. "Too bad we won't be around to take care of the flowers," she said wistfully.

"Leave them for the next tenant," Tom said. Always pragmatic.

They took a cab to the station. The sea was steel-grey and the sky was the color of dirty cotton balls, just like the day she arrived, only this time, she wasn't alone. It was going to be a long trip back to Surrey. But Tom was holding her hand all the way, and Vanessa hoped she would make it.

The End

(OK, I lied. There's an epilogue, but you don't have to read it if you prefer a bittersweet ending.)

#tom grant #tom make up #tom grant fic #tom grant x ofc #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fic

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chloe-spade · 2 years

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We Know Better -TWST

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Lilia Smiles as he rest Silver in his crib.

It has only been a few weeks after he took Silver in, and one thing he can say that it was an delightful experience.

Of course, the Tree Golems had told Lilia of intrusive knights that try to intrude, but the Thorn Fairy made it clear that every intruder must be dealt with.

That meant ghag Lilia had to told her about his involvement, to being at the party to the kidnapping even to threatening the king to never go to Blair Valley.

The Thorn Fairy was reasonable and let the human child live after she cursed him. She granted permission for Lilia to raise Silver and gave herself grandmother rights at the spot.

"You must've been tired,hmm?" Lilia chuckles to himself. "I can't blame you, you were laughing and giggling like crazy yesterday."

Lilia gets up and leaves the room to let the baby rest.

He smiles and started to clean around the room, so when people walked by, they didn't tripped from all the old toys that was scattered across the floor.

"Lilia?" Asked the young prince Malleus, walking over to his parental figure.

"Hmm? Yes, Lord Malleus?" Lilia smiled.

"Grandmother said you adopted a child, is that true?" Malleus asked, his face turned to a sulk.

"It is true. Are you perhaps jealous, Malleus?" Lilia joked, putting the toys away. "Of a mere child, no less?"

"I am not jealous," Malleus huffs, "it's just that people of talked and I wanted to see for myself before going back to my studies."

"Ah, unfortunately, Silver is taking a peaceful nap, but you may see him when he awakens."

"Master Lilia," said a guard by the door, "The Mistress is requesting you."

"I'll be right there," Lilia smiled and looks over at Malleus,"May you please watch over the room for me? Get me when Silver wakes up?"

Malleus, who didn't know anything about human children, nodded as he knew Lilia would be back for a few minutes.

"Thank you," Lilia smiles and leaves with the guard.

Malleus gulped to himself as he took a book and begins to read.

He knew Silver was a human, and was taken by Lilia, but nothing beyond that. But he knew from the guards that Lilia adored the child like a mother would, cherishing and talking about him.

It was like with Malleus, he recalled. He didn't like that he was in fact jealous of a mere child, but one who's has done nothing to him. He didn't want to admit it either way.

After what seemed like an hour, a cry startled Malleus from his state and looks into the room.

Silver was crying like any mortal child would, probably wandering where Lilia has been.

He carefully holds Silver and begins to rock him softly.

His cries slowly died down and looks up at Malleus with curious eyes, cheeks stained with tears.

Malleus smiles and holds the child close.

----

Hello little baby, you're a little prince just like me

Bet you're thinking maybe it's a pretty cool thing to be

But soon you'll see that everyone expects a lot from you

They'll say that there are things a prince should and shouldn't do

----

Silver watched as Malleus began to use his magic to create stars around his head.

He begins to laugh, holding Malleus's finger.

----

But you and me, we, we know better

----

Malleus smiles and holds Silver close again, completely unaware that Lilia and the Mistress watched with knowing smiles.

*5 years later*

Silver jumped on his bed and Malleus watched with a delightful smile.

"Careful now, Silver," Malleus chuckles, "I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I won't," he said softly, looking at Malleus, "I'm not a baby."

Malleus laughed and grabbed Silver immediately. "I know that, but you're very fragile."

Silver huffs a little bit. "No I'm not."

They sit down on the floor.

"Oh? You're not?"

Silver shakes his head. "Not when I have you around! And when father finally trains me, I'll protect you like you do me."

Malleus smiles and raise his hands. "Secret Handshake?"

Silver nods.

----

1, 2, 3 together, clap together, snap together

You and me together, knees together, freeze together

Up or down together, princes crown together

Always be together, you and me

1, 2, 3 together, clap together, snap together

You and me together, knees together, freeze together

Up or down together, princes crown together

Always be together, you and me

---

"Lord Malleus, Silver!" Cried Lilia, "time for lunch,"

Malleus, hands intertwined with Silver, walked over to the dinning area and sitting at the table.

"Good things it's not Lilia's food," Malleus whispered, causing Silver to laugh.

"You two! Sit up straight," called an advisor, fixing their postures.

"No fair.." mumbled Silver.

Malleus chuckles. "Let me tell you something.."

---

They say a prince is full of charm and grace

They say he always knows her place

They say a princes wears tight and itchy clothes ("Oh!')

They say he never laughs and snorts milk out his nose ("Like me?!")

---

A mischievous grin showed on the prince's face as one of the many nannies of the castle.

---

They say he's calm, they say he's kind

They say he never speaks his mind or freezes nanny's big behind

----

Silver gasped and giggles at Malleus's small prank.

----

But you and me, we, we know better

----

The Nanny gasped and turned over to the boys, her rage increasing, "You boys are in so much trouble, when I'm gonna tell your father...!" He stomps away, still yelling.

Silver look over at Malleus. "How come you can do that and I can't?"

Malleus shrugs. "I don't know, I wish you could though..."

*6 years later*

"Good job, Silver," praised Lilia, as Silver practiced with a wooden sword and training dummy.

"Ha!" Mocked Sebek, "he's not as great as I am."

Silver rolled his eyes as he continued to train. But after a while, he found himself by the garden, messing with his sword, lying by a tree.

"Is something bothering you?" Tuned in Malleus, sitting by him, "You looked down."

"It's just Sebek's taunting again," Silver sighs, "I don't know why, but I seem to be his primary target of teasing. And he's younger than me."

"That's how young children seem to be. Please don't fret,"

"I'm trying,"

Malleus looks over and smiles.

----

They say a prince is super duper sweet

He doesn't fight; He doesn't sweat

And you never see her eat

They say a prince doesn't climb and scrape their knee

They say a prince wouldn't freeze their tutor's tea

They say he's poised

They say he's fair

They never mentions underwear!

Or longs to see the world out there..

But you and me, we, have big ideas of our own

For the distant someday when we're grown

----

Malleus smiles as Silver looks up at the clouds.

"What about the future..?" He mumbled.

"Well.."

----

When I'm King

And I'm your right hand

You'll get to travel

Throughout the land

I'll tell them of my brother and the magic things he can do

We'll take care of our people and they will love

Me and you

No one can tell us what a prince should be

As long as we're together, you and me

----

Malleus smiles as he starts to hear Silver's snores.

"Sleepy as always, hmm? Don't worry...as long as I'm alive, you will be safe under my protection," He whispered, letting Silver rest on him, "and that is a promise until the day I die."

Silver smiles like he did as a baby, making Malleus's heart melt like he did years ago.

"..It's a promise."

#twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #twst silver #lilia vanrouge #songfic #original work

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burningchandelier · 11 months

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10 facts

Rules: Share 10 facts about yourself and tag 10 other blogs! I want to get to know my mutuals, and the people I follow a little bit :) The facts can be about anything! (i'm not going to tag 10 people tho)

Thank you, @cowboyghouls! 💖

Tagging some folks! Please do the thing if you want, but don't feel any pressure.

@chungledown-bimothy @lilliephoenix @static-starfish @fleacollar999 @crippledanarchy @shitpunsforshitnuns @jurassicpark45

10: One time, a professor from my college described me as being "so nice it makes you want to puke, but then you realize how sincere (they are) and you want to cry instead." This may have been the most accurate description anyone has ever given of me.

9: My life is bananacakes. I often take this for granted.

8: I was raised by: a millionaire, a murder, a hippie, several cowboys and ranchers, an international educator, my sister who is 20 years older than me, and my mother. (All of these were different people)

7: I have never been outside of the contiguous United States. For legal reasons, I couldn't have a passport until I was eighteen. (Not anything I did lol)

6: My first acting role was in a serious drama by the LGBTQIA theatre in my city. I was eight. I went to my first Pride that year.

5: I bite my nails.

4: If it were possible, I would live on chocolate cake and coffee (what can I say? I love decadence)

3. I think astrology is kind of silly, but I'm a virgo sun, cancer moon, virgo rising, so of course I think astrology is kind of silly.

2. I genuinely believe that the right album or book at the right time can be life changing. I love finding media that changes the way I view the world, and I am always on the lookout for things that I think my friends and loved ones will like.

1. My dog, Buttercup, is approximately ten. When we rescued her, she may have been six. We were her third home (we think). She is very anxious and hates living in the city, but she is so, so sweet. I love her with all my heart.

#q and a #10 facts #thanks for the tag!#for fun

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bigbadripley · 1 year

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Chapter 12 - Passenger

Marc Spector/Steven Grant x Female!OC

Summary: Marc never expected to see his childhood friend Simone ever again. To Simone, Marc may as well have been dead. However, when Simone met Steven 15 years after Marc disappeared, she couldn’t help but notice how familiar he was.

Warnings: Heavy language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma, the effects of this in adulthood, suicide! attempt mention, smoking, alcohol, a bit of cheeky but brief oral (m receiving), established relationship

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings. I wrote this entirely as a trauma dump.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

Chapter list

"Now to calm me Take me around again Don't pull over This time won't you please Drive faster" -"Passenger" by Deftones

It was supposed to be a good day. Simone was deep in her thoughts as she sat in a hospital waiting room, selfishly pondering how great her day was going before she got that phone call.

I was having such a great fucking day, Laura. She thought to herself, feeling the tears burn her ducts and beg to come out.

Simone held them back, knowing this wasn't her time to cry. She was surrounded by friends and family of a stranger that she was only meant to care about in a professional capacity. They were meant to cry, not her.

Her great day started with waking up, as usual, but this time next to Steven. She had only spent the night one other time, but it seemed so natural so quickly. Her eyes creaked open, heavy and itchy with the sandy feeling of dried sleep gunk as she was met by his kind gazes watching her and his fingertips tracing circled on her bare back.

Steven also did this the time before, slowly cajoling her from her slumber with delicate hands and soft whispers.

"I miss you, love. It's time to wake up. If you didn't look so peaceful, I would try harder." He would coo. Then once she was awake, he would greet her with a smile that was enough to give her a toothache.

What a fuckin' sweetheart. She thought to herself. Not a bad first thought for your day, and a much better way to wake up than her standard alarm that was thankfully deactivated on her off-days.

Regardless of how it sounded, Steven loved to watch Simone sleep. He especially loved that she tended to sleep on her stomach when they weren't snuggled into each other. This way, he could draw an imaginary line with his eyes over her body under his duvet that would curve in one continuous streak to trace her eyes, lips, nose, and every detail in between.

He swore if he could draw a proper picture, he would. Simone would be his muse.

Then Marc interrupted this moment of bliss before words could be spoken to brush a pebble of sleep dust from her eye, which she didn't take kindly to.

"Ay, the fuck?" She said as her head inched further away from his ascending hand.

"You got a little something there." He explained, still bringing the hands ever closer to her eyeball. Simone made a face of exaggerated disgust,

"I'll get it!" She exclaimed, swatting Marc's hand away and quickly brushing at her closed eyelids. Marc burst into unhinged laughter at this, thinking it wasn't as big of a deal as she had made it seem. "Hard limit-- don't touch my fucking eyes." She informed, joining in on the laughter after frantically swiping her fingers over her face.

"I can respect that," Marc replied.

He realized in her backing off that she managed to put herself an arm's length away, which was too distant for his liking. He brought a hand to her torso and curled it around her back, pulling her into his nude frame. Simone adjusted herself to where she was directly on top of him, skin flush to skin and breasts pressed snugly to his ribs.

Marc wanted to stay in this moment, looking down at her as she intricately placed gentle kisses along his chest and stared up at his face through her full eyelashes. She spoke softly between each peck,

"What-" kiss. "Do we have-" kiss. "Planned for today?" kiss.

Each smooch went lower and lower, egging him on as more of her body retreated under the blankets.

"Let's just stay here in bed, baby." Marc hummed, feeling his nerves buzz the closer she got to his hips. Simone intended to have this man at her mercy on this fine Saturday morning, and she was making that clear as she descended.

A sweet, torturous eternity later, she had completely disappeared under the sheets with no indication that she was there but the lump of her upturned ass and her hot breath against the taut skin of his cock. With an agonizing, tedious movement, she ran the flat of her tongue along the length of the underside of his shaft, causing an involuntary groan to spill through Marc's teeth.

This is gonna be a great day. She thought to herself as she flicked the tip of her tongue on the head. If she could read minds, she would know Marc was thinking the same.

Before Simone could go much further, her phone started to ring. She tried to ignore it, hoping it would go to voicemail and they wouldn't call back, but she swore the ringing got louder and rang longer than usual. "Who's it say it is?" She asked, voice sounding muffled under the thick blanket.

Marc reached his hand under the pillow she rested her head on and retrieved the bothersome iPhone.

"Says Stella." He told her. Stella was the receptionist at her office, and Simone knew it must be urgent if she was calling on her day off.

Simone begrudgingly pulled herself out from under the covers and took the phone to answer.

"Yep?" She asked as she placed it on her ear. To Marc, the voice on the other end sounded like the adults from Peanuts cartoons, and he couldn't make out a single word said.

"Hey, I know you're off today, but something came up," Stella spoke into Simone's ear. She sounded timid, afraid to say what she needed to say. Simone stood now, and not understanding the call's gravity, Marc began to stroke himself as he observed her naked form, booty, and thighs jiggling with her movements.

"What is it?" Simone asked the caller.

"Laura's mum just called. She's in the hospital." Hearing this sent panic coursing through Simone's veins. Laura was her patient; she had just had her weekly appointment with the young woman the day before.

"Oh my god, why?" She asked, eyes seeming to budge out. Marc's previous lust as he watched turned to worry, wishing he could hear the other end of the call.

"They didn't say, just that she was asking for you in the ambulance. They couldn't find her cellphone, so they called here."

"Fuck." Simone hissed, quickly gathering her jeans from the floor. "I'll be there soon." She spoke, placing the phone between her face and shoulder as she balanced on her right foot to frantically get her left into the pants. "Tell them I'll be there soon, Stella, please." She pleaded.

"I will. Bye," Stella promised before the line clicked and the call ended.

Simone let the phone fall from her face, hands too busy buttoning her jeans. Steven took over and moved to the edge of the bed,

"What's going on, darling?"

"One of my patients-" She cut herself off as she threw the shirt she came in over her braless breasts. "I have to go. I'm really sorry." She apologized. Steven shook his head and picked her phone up off the floor, and handed it to her in her rush,

"Don't apologize. You do what you have to do. We'll talk to you later."

Now, Simone sat waiting for news on the girl's condition. She briefly spoke with Laura's mother, Maxine, and it was explained to her as plain as can be between the hitches in the woman's breath: Laura had attempted suicide and was barely hanging on when she was found. Why she asked for Simone specifically in her state was beyond her.

Simone was in disbelief, knowing just yesterday, during their appointment, Laura had mentioned that she wasn't getting thoughts of hurting herself. How things can change in under 24 hours.

She's only twenty years old. Simone thought as she sank deeper into the purple padded pleather waiting chair. She should have called me.

It was then that Simone started to feel guilty. She gives her personal number to her higher-risk patients so they can call her directly if they need to talk to her.

Just that morning, Simone almost let Stella's call go to voicemail.

What if that had been Laura calling for help? God, I'm a fuckin' idiot.

Simone waited at the hospital for nearly six and a half hours, hearing bits and pieces of insights into Laura's condition and being afraid to go in and see her. She felt exhausted and sick with worry and had chewed and picked her cuticles to the point where they burned and bled.

Each time someone stepped out of the waiting room to smoke, she considered following and asking if she could bum one. Just one was all she needed to soothe her, and she swore by that. Never again after just one more.

She watched Maxine speak with the doctor, trying to gauge their facial expressions so she could be prepared with whatever news they came back with. Maxine closed her eyes, nodded slowly, and turned to walk back to Simone.

"The comatose state isn't looking like it will change tonight. Her brain lost oxygen for too long." Maxine told her. Simone saw the glassiness in her eyes and gathered what Maxine knew but didn't tell her: it seemed long-term.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Harris." Simone tried to express her condolences, doing her best not to cry in front of this woman holding it together so well. It was her daughter in that hospital bed.

"You should head home for the night, Doctor Fredrick. If anything changes, we'll call the number you gave us."

Simone nodded at this and placed a caring hand on Maxine's shoulder before walking out, deciding she needed that smoke with a drink.

The next thing she knew, she was at a bar sipping tequila from a rocks glass. She had already knocked back two alongside stepping out for a cigarette three times, only smoking half each time before smashing it under her foot, declaring it was the last one.

Once she downed the third glass, she decided it was time to head back and see her best boys, requesting a taxi over the phone. After a short conversation with the barkeep about why she refused to use a rideshare, she stepped back out, lit a cigarette, and ensured her car was locked.

I'll come back for you tomorrow. Simone thought, trailing a hand over the side of her black bimmer.

Right then, the taxi arrived, and she tossed her smoke to the side to hop in.

"Where ya headed, doll?" The driver asked. She was pleasantly surprised to find his accent was American and quickly brushed off the nickname he used. She gave the address and building name as she pulled her wallet out of her bag to get her money ready. The cabbie laughed, "Ah, good to hear a familiar accent. Where ya from? Chi-town?" He asked.

Simone looked up from her wallet to the back of the driver's head with a giggle, not realizing how clean-cut her voice sounded, "Yeah, born and raised. I'm guessing you're from New York?"

"Bronx!" He exclaimed, "Is it that obvious?" He asked with a chuckle, flashing his eyes to look at her in the rearview. Simone froze when her eyes met his, and she wondered if she was just drunk or losing her mind. She squinted and leaned forward slightly,

"Marc?" She asked, thinking this had to be a prank. Surely Marc would have told her if he was driving taxis around with a newsboy cap on and a fake accent. The driver cocked his head and raised an eyebrow,

"I don't know any Marc, hermosa. The name's Jake." He corrected.

Great, he suddenly knows Spanish, too. I'm too fuckin' sauced for this. She thought to herself. Alright, I'll bite.

"Simone." She returned. "How long 'you been driving, Jake?"

"'Bout a year."

"Pay well?"

"I get by, definitely won't make it as a sugar daddy." He joked. Simone found this hilarious, and regardless of how bazaar it was, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Eres muy gracioso." She complimented him, telling him he was funny to try to drag more Spanish out of him, convinced that Marc was playing games with her somehow. Her man only knew enough conversational Spanish to mess it up sometimes.

"Tienes una sonrisa muy bonita." He responded with a flirtatious grin, telling her she had a beautiful smile.

This is a fuckin' trip and a half. Simone thought. What have you got going on, Spector?

The idea occurred just as Jake, the taximan and apparently mystery alter to her boyfriend, pulled up to the building where she knew he lived and opted to ask if he could take her to her and Joyce's place instead.

Can't go there if nobody's home. She thought. Jake agreed and got back on the road.

The ten-minute journey was filled with sharing tidbits about each other and jokes, just making good conversation like she would with any other cab driver.

There was something about Simone that Jake liked. Whether it was her easy conversation-making in either language he was fluent in, her gorgeous curves, silky hair, or that they already had so much in common, he knew he would be dumb not to try and take a swing. His mind returned to what she had said earlier, and he played off that.

"So, this Marc fella, he your boyfriend?" He asked, just before his car stopped at her destination. This made it easier to avoid making the lady uncomfortable if things got awkward.

Simone wanted to believe he was punking her, but she knew better. Drunk or not, this man was Jake, and Marc was indeed her boyfriend.

It's in the eyes again. Those eyes aren't Marc's or my Stevie's. She thought before she finally replied. "He is, actually. Sorry for the confusion."

Jake gave her an understanding nod and admired her beautiful fingers as they pulled money from her wallet. "Keep the change." She said, handing him well over what she owed for the ride before she opened the door, stepped out, and closed it behind her. He sat and watched her as her hips swayed with her walk, disappearing into the entrance.

"Jake, we have to go. Our window is closing." Khonshu's voice boomed in his ears.

"Alright, bien! Don't need to fuckin' yell,"

Marc and Steven blinked, and daylight turned to nightfall, clocks showing 8:30.

Nearly twelve fucking hours lost. They woke up in bed with no recollection of ever falling asleep. They desperately checked the phone to see if Simone had called or texted during that time, but nothing came up. She never told them where she was going, but they didn't think she would still be there.

They thought about her face and how worried she looked and sounded. Simone would need them, even if she was too stubborn to outright say so. They finally called her, and she told them to come over.

She had time to sober up since coming home, having stuffed a sinful amount of leftover garlic bread down her throat and washed it down with a can of ginger ale.

Her best boys arrived, and the moment she saw them, the day hit her like a ton of bricks, and she broke down. It was Steven who took on the role of caretaker for the sad woman, snuggled in bed with her as she nestled her head into his neck and choked back sobs.

"I don't know if I'm cut out for this job, Stevie." She said, voice cracking on several words. He hated to hear her question her place in the world, especially when she loved what she did. He tightened his arms around her,

"Don't say that, love. You're a fantastic psychiatrist, award-winning and trusted."

"Those awards don't mean anything if I can't keep my patients alive."

Neither Steven nor Marc could find the right words to say and hated being unable to help her. This was when Marc got the idea to tell her about how they integrated and their adventure in Cairo, knowing her brain would fill with questions instead of grief for a little while.

Any other rational-thinking person would hear a story of an Egyptian god using a disordered man as his Avatar and think it was fiction. Still, Simone believed every word and listened attentively, and asked questions. Once Steven got to the part where Layla joined the battle, this ultimately led to a long overdue conversation about Marc being married at one point.

Though Simone was disappointed that she wasn't told sooner, she didn't have it in her to be upset with them tonight.

"As long as you aren't keeping anything else from me, I'll be okay." She clarifies, not even making the connection with Jake the taximan at that point. Her mind was too stuffed, and she still couldn't be sure he was real.

Marc did consider bringing up the blackouts, but left it alone, thinking they would cross that bridge when they got there. Sure, Simone would probably be upset about it, but it didn't seem like the right time to bring it up. She had been through enough for the day.

Their woman ultimately fell asleep in their arms, making moving nearly impossible. Marc held her close, not wanting to leave her like this, not wanting to leave ever again. He noted how she smelled a bit like tobacco, but once you got past that, she still smelled like Moni.

His eyes drifted to her hand, nuzzled under her face on his chest, and he studied the broken skin around her nails. She's gonna stop doing that shit. He thought to himself, knowing it was a bad habit she took up back when they were just kids and never seemed to quit.

Regardless of her smoky hair, gnarled fingers, and puffy eyes from crying, she was still more home to him than Chicago ever was. How he wished he had come back home sooner.

Marc placed a long, thoughtful kiss on her forehead and tightened his arm around her, listening to her make a slightly sleepy baby dinosaur sound before reverting back to shallow breaths. She was peaceful.

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