#i couldn't decide on a gif for this chapter so i did multiple - sorry
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SELENOPHILES OF BEACON HILLS | Teen Wolf Rewrite
Stiles Stilinksi/Original Female Character
chapter three - - chapter four - - chapter five
fic summary; after an already traumatic evening involving the unfortunate discovery of a gruesome scene, amber is convinced to hike through the woods with her two best friends in search of the other half of a dead body. but it's not as if she could ever say no.. not when stiles looked at her like that.
chapter word count; 9,804
chapter notes; scott has a disturbingly realistic nightmare that he can't seem to get out of his head. lydia gives her best shot at playing matchmaker. something about big bad derek just doesn't seem to add up and amber sets off to figure him out for herself.
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Sandwiched between Stiles and Scott, Amber walked up the concrete path to the school building, pulling her backpack straps tighter around her shoulders as she listened to Scott recount the vivid dream he'd had the night before.
"I'm serious, you guys. It was an actual nightmare-" He explained, "In the dream I couldn't control my shift and we were locked inside a school bus.. Allison was trying to get away but.. There was so much blood.." Scott shook his head as if trying to eject the memory from his brain and Amber lifted a hand to give him a sympathetic pat on the back.
Stiles wrenched open the large metal doors to the building when the trio reached them, "So you killed her?"
"I don't know, I just woke up," Scott said as he and Amber entered the school, stepping past where Stiles was holding the door open for them, "And I was sweating like crazy.. And I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before-"
"Really?" Stiles questioned with a grin, a look of satisfaction taking over his face at the innuendo, "I have. Usually ends a little differently.." He wrapped an arm around Amber's shoulders as they walked down the hallway and pulled her into his side with a laugh, "What about you, Am? You ever had one of these dreams? With the heavy breathing and the sweating and the-"
She turned slightly into Stiles' side beneath his arm, pressing her fingertips against his lips to stop the rambling. Her heart beat loudly in her ears as she her mind drifted to the dream she'd had the week before that has featured Stiles himself, from which she'd woken up breathing heavily and coated in a sheen of sweat. She looked into his wide eyes as they continued down the hallway with slow steps and she remembered the moment in her dream just before she'd gasped herself awake, the moment that Stiles' warm brown eyes had locked with hers just before she'd come.
After what was probably a moment too long, she removed her hand from his mouth, "Yes, Stiles. I've had a sex dream before. You're hilarious."
"Wh- Really?" He sputtered, "About who?"
She took a pointed step to the side to put some space between Stiles and herself and his arm fell from her shoulders to hang limply at his side again as they picked their pace back up. She was saved from having to dodge the question herself when Scott interjected.
"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real. And B, never give me that much detail about either of you in bed again."
Stiles sighed a long-suffering sigh at the change in topic but surrendered, "Noted. Let me just take a guess here-"
"No," Scott interrupted, "I know you both probably think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose it and rip her throat out."
"Of course not-" Stiles began, cut off when Amber spoke over him.
"Noo.." She drew out the word with sarcasm.
Stiles gave in first, "Yeah, that's totally it." At Scott's dejected sigh, he continued, "Hey, listen, it's gonna be fine, alright?"
Amber nodded, patting Scott on the shoulder, "I think you're doing pretty well, all things considered-"
"She's right. I mean, personally, I think you're doing pretty frickin' amazingly, you know? It's not like there's a Lycanthropy For Beginners class you can take." Stiles joked.
"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher..” Scott hinted, gauging for his friend's reactions.
"I think it's probably the best idea you've had since-" Amber started.
Stiles looked between them with wide eyes, "Who, Derek?" He reached around to hit Scott in the back of the head and used his other to smack Amber in her shoulder, "You both forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?" Stiles exclaimed, his voice loud as they moved through the crowded hallway.
Scott raised his own voice in response, "Yeah! I know but-"
"I will not be settled with equal blame in that. I still think we should've at least talked to the guy before-" Amber's voice was drowned out as Scott continued to speak.
"-Chasing Allison, dragging her to the back of the bus, it all felt so real."
"How real?" Stiles asked, opening a set of side-doors that led out to the courtyard and leading Amber through as Scott followed them a step behind.
"Like it actually happened," Scott said as they stepped out to the paved area that held outdoor tables and a smaller parking lot. When his two friends came to an abrupt stop, Scott walked straight into Amber from behind and stumbled. He caught himself with a hand on her shoulder before stepping up to stand beside her. His friends' eyes were trained ahead of them, mouths open in shock and Scott looked to what had caught their attention.
There was blood everywhere.
A school bus had its rear emergency door hanging loosely from the hinges, dozens of bloody streaks and handprints marked up the yellow paint. There were uniformed deputies rushing around the taped-off crime scene, taking photographs and swabbing surfaces for evidence.
"I-I think maybe it did." Amber said quietly as her hands began to shake.
The three tumbled back into the school building in a rush to check for any sign of Allison. Scott looked panicked and Amber wrapped a hand around his bicep as she raced to keep up with the boys who were both taller than her, her mind quickly spiraling in fear.
"She's probably fine!" Stiles assured them, not quite managing to keep the nerves out of his own voice.
Scott reached into his pocket to pull out his cell phone, desperately checking it for new messages before squeezing it tightly in his hand and putting it back. His voice was strained as he turned to look at his friends, "She's not answering my texts, you guys-"
Amber took a deep breath, unable to speak. She squeezed Scott's arm in her hand and looked to Stiles on her other side with wide eyes.
"It could just be a coincidence, alright?" Stiles said as they continued to scour the hallway for any sign of Allison, "A seriously amazing coincidence."
"What deity did we piss off to earn this much chaos in only two weeks, anyway?" Amber breathed. Her hands were still shaking, but the one gripping onto Scott's bicep felt slightly more controlled.
"Just- Help me find her. Okay?" Scott pleaded with them, his feet still moving quickly as he raced down the hall.
They'd covered the entire east wing of the school without a glimpse of the girl and when they reached an unoccupied row of lockers, Scott tugged himself out of Amber's grip to brace himself against them. He dropped his forehead to one of the cool metal doors and his hands came up on either side of him. He was breathing heavily, in a scarily similar way to when he was on the lacrosse field, just before he had lost control and tried to kill them in the locker room.
"Scott?" Amber asked softly. She had begun to take a step closer when Stiles pulled her back gently with a hand on her shoulder.
She and Stiles watched as Scott breathed harshly for a few moments before Scott suddenly stood upright, tightening his right hand into a fist and punching the door of the locker. The force behind it put a deep, hand-sized dent in the metal, bending it at an angle that had the lock disengaging and sent the locker door swinging open slightly, hanging sadly from its hinges.
Scott took another deep breath, backing away from the destruction while he and Amber both looked around at their peers, checking if anyone had seen or heard his episode, but no one seemed to be paying them any attention.
When Scott rushed down the hallway, Stiles used the hand still gripping Amber's shoulder to guide her in the other direction, "He needs a minute to calm down, Am."
"Yeah, and we need to help him-" She started, trying to step away but his grip was firm as he pulled her in the opposite direction.
"You and I aren't gonna be much help if we end up in a situation like last week and he manages to actually kill us this time," Stiles argued, "We'll keep looking- Give him a while to calm down, and then we'll regroup, okay?"
"I- Yeah," She deflated, "No, you're right."
Satisfied that she wasn't about to rush off to follow after Scott, Stiles released her and gave her back full autonomy of her body as they approached her locker. After she'd packed away her things and collected her books for English, the two made their way to Stiles' locker so that he could do the same. All the while they kept their eyes peeled for the Argent girl, but didn't manage to find any sign of her in the hallways.
When Amber slid into her desk in front of Stiles, she sighed at the two empty seats in the row to the right of them. She turned around in her seat to face Stiles and kept her shaky voice low in an attempt at privacy, "What if it was real and Allison is-"
"-Walking in the room with Scott right now," Stiles finished her sentence, nodding toward the front of the classroom.
Amber spun forward again so quickly she only narrowly avoided sweeping all of her books onto the floor, but Stiles was right. Allison was walking into the room with her usual soft smile on her face, certainly not looking like she had been mauled by a werewolf the night before, and Scott trailed just a couple of steps behind her.
When Scott slid into his seat, Amber leaned slightly over the arm of her desk to lessen some of the space between them, shooting him a glare, "Would a text have killed you?" She hissed, "I'm pretty sure I was only a few minutes away from an aneurysm from stress."
"Sorry." Scott shrugged, not looking entirely sorry, as he smiled gratefully at the back of Allison's head.
"Unbelievable." Amber leaned back into her seat muttering. Despite her words, she felt a wave of relief rush over her with the knowledge that Allison was okay. As her back came to rest in her seat fully for the start of class, she felt Stiles reach across his desk to squeeze her shoulder softly. She tilted her head to the side and pressed her cheek to the back of his warm hand for a moment before sitting up a little in her seat.
Everything was fine.
By the time third period came around, the sick feeling in Amber's gut had returned. Even though Allison was safe, there was still a crime scene in the back parking lot along with a bloodsoaked school bus, Scott had still dreamt that he'd been there the night before, and someone or something had lost a concerning amount of blood.
Scott turned around to face where his friends sat at the sideways tables behind him, "Maybe it was my blood on the door," He suggested quietly.
Amber shrugged in response while she continued to copy down the equation that Mr. Harris was writing up on the chalkboard.
"Could have been animal blood," Stiles interjected, fiddling with the pencil in his hand, teeter-tottering it back and forth rapidly between his middle and forefinger, "Y'know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something."
Scott frowned in confusion, "And did what?"
"Ate it." Stiles said simply.
Amber snorted quietly, glancing up to the front of the room to ensure their teacher hadn't heard it. Mr. Harris was still facing the blackboard, so she felt safe enough to whisper back to her friends, "Gross, Scott. You ate a rabbit?" She questioned gleefully.
"What and I ate it raw?" Scott asked.
"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven." Stiles glared, annoyed. Amber laughed quietly again as he continued, "I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything."
"Mr. Stilinski," Harris' voice rang out with its usual amount of irritation, "If that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while." Amber looked back at her notes, face flushing in mortification, and she heard Stiles huff a nervous laugh, "I think you, Mr. McCall and Miss Callisto would benefit from a little distance, yes?"
"No-" Stiles protested immediately.
Mr. Harris glared from behind his small, black framed glasses and pointed to an empty seat at the far end of the classroom, and another at a table in the front. Stiles and Scott both huffed, but collected their things none the less and moved to their respective new seats. Amber remained in her seat, avoiding the amused gaze of the classmate she shared her table with.
"Hey! I think they found something!" The girl sitting beside Scott suddenly yelled, rushing to the window overlooking the back parking lot.
Every student in the classroom followed suit and ran to the wall of windows. Amber pushed through to the front of the room and hovered just behind Scott and Stiles, peeking over their shoulders to see the person being carted toward an ambulance on a gurney.
"That's not a rabbit," Scott stated quietly.
The old man on the gurney suddenly sat upright and attempted to pull away from the paramedics. He screamed and all the students hovering by the windows flinched back in surprise. The backward movement of the boys in front of her had her tripping over her own feet and Amber's hands went to Stiles' waist to steady herself.
Scott backed away from the scene slowly with a horrified look on his face. Amber and Stiles immediately followed after him and went to their friend's side.
"Guys, what-" Amber swallowed past a lump in her throat, unable to finish her question. She looked to Stiles with wide eyes, hoping he might have something to say to make the situation seem less dire.
"This is good!" Stiles said, "This is good." He repeated, looking back and forth between his friend and the windows, "He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that." Stiles let out a long breath.
"You guys.. I did that." Scott whispered.
"Hey, listen. We don't know for sure that you did anything." Amber assured Scott again. She settled her lunch tray over her forearm and reached out to rub Scott's arm encouragingly as they made their way to an empty table.
"Dreams aren't memories." Stiles agreed in a whisper.
"Then it wasn't a dream." Scott countered, setting his tray down on a table, "Something happened last night and I can't remember what."
Scott grabbed a seat, throwing his sweatshirt into the empty chair beside him. Stiles pulled out his own seat across the table and Amber settled herself into the one to the right of Stiles.
"What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles asked in defeat.
"Well to start, he was fine on the full moon-" Amber started.
"Yeah," Scott agreed, "He was in total control on a full moon while I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy."
"You don't know that." Stiles reiterated to their friend.
"I don't not know it!" Scott said, leaning forward into his lunch tray as he spoke. "I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel-"
"No." Stiles interjected, "You're not canceling, okay?"
Amber frowned, unsure when Stiles had taken this stance on Scott's love-life, but wanting to reassure him all the same.
"The next full moon isn't for another two weeks," Amber stated, "So, you'll be fine tomorrow, and then after you've gone on your amazingly perfect date, we'll work on your control. By the time the full moon comes around, you'll be totally fine."
"Yeah. You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out." Stiles agreed.
"Figure what out?" Lydia's voice cut in. The girl dropped her lunch tray down beside Scott's and fell gracefully into the seat across from Amber.
Stiles huffed out a surprised breath, looking at Amber as if she might know why the strawberry blonde was joining their table at lunch.
"Uh-" Scott said dumbly.
"Just homework." Amber smiled, reaching to grab a chicken tender from Stiles' plate and beginning to rip it into tiny pieces over her salad.
"Yeah," Stiles agreed loudly before turning to whisper in Amber's ear, "Why is she sitting with us?"
Amber shrugged in response just as the rest of the empty seats at their table were suddenly being filled. A guy Amber didn't know very well from the lacrosse team sat at the head of the table between Lydia and herself. Danny Mahealani settled into the seat on the other side of Stiles. Allison went to the seat beside Scott, pausing while he collected his sweatshirt from the table so that she could set her tray down.
"Thanks," Allison said to him with a smile.
"Get up." Jackson's voice cut in harshly, glaring at the boy sitting beside Amber.
The boy floundered for a moment, "How come you never ask Danny to get up?" He questioned, pointing to where Danny was sitting a few seats away.
"Because," Danny interjected, pointedly looking at the way the boy's eyes were glued to Lydia's chest, "I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot."
The boy pulled his eyes away from the redhead in embarrassment and huffed, quickly grabbing his tray and rushing off so that Jackson could take his vacant seat.
"So, I hear they're saying it's some kind of animal attack. Probably a cougar." Danny said, unknowingly steering the topic of conversation back where it had been only moments before.
"I heard mountain lion." Jackson disagreed.
"Same thing," Amber said through a large mouthful of salad at the same time Lydia said, "A cougar is a mountain lion."
Jackson's eyes narrowed at his girlfriend and Lydia continued, "Isn't it?" Lydia asked dumbly, looking up at Amber across the table in faux-confusion.
"Who cares," Jackson rolled his eyes, "The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway."
Amber's eyes snapped back to Jackson and she had to fight the urge to stab her fork into his hand instead of the salad on her plate.
She felt Stiles' hand go to her shoulder as he leaned over the table with a video playing on his phone, "Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out." Stiles said, positioning his phone so that most of the table could see the newsreel he was playing.
"The Sheriff's Department won't speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition." The reporter recounted over a video clip that had been taken of the crime scene, followed by a photograph of the victim smiling that they'd managed to pull from somewhere.
"I know this guy." Scott said, looking up at his two best friends with wide eyes. Amber took a shaky breath at the admission, glancing over at Stiles to see he looked just as dejected. "When I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad.. He was the driver."
There was a moment of silence wherein the three friends sat with matching looks of devastation.
"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?" Lydia cut in, "Like- Oh, what are we doing tomorrow night?" She asked excitedly, eyes flicking to Amber before they settled on Allison at the other end of the group, "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"
There was an awkward moment where Amber watched Allison choke down the bite of food she had in her mouth, eyes bouncing between Lydia and Scott, "Um," She struggled, "We were still thinking of what we were gonna do."
Amber and Stiles made brief eye contact, unsure how Scott and Allison could get out of sudden the turn of events.
"Well," Lydia said, "I am not sitting at home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the six of us are hanging out, we're doing something fun."
Allison was nervously sipping from her water bottle when Scott turned to face her, "Hanging out? Like, the six of us?" He asked slowly.
Stiles reached a hand up to cover his own mouth to keep from groaning in frustration. Amber grabbed his hand and pulled it down to settle on the top of the table, squeezing it for a moment.
"Do you wanna hang out, like, us and them?" Scott asked Allison quietly.
"Yeah," Allison said after a second, "I guess. Sounds fun."
"You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." Jackson said, holding up a metal fork identical to the one Amber had debated stabbing him with just a few minutes earlier.
"Well I'm, uh, busy.." Stiles said, hoping to get things back on track for Scott's date.
While Stiles had caught the grateful look Scott shot him, he missed the shattered expression that flooded the face of the girl sitting beside him. Amber let out a pained breath at Stiles' immediate dismissal of being paired up with her on something as simple as a group date.
"-With my dad. Gotta.. Do a thing." He finished lamely.
"Fine." Lydia dismissed, "Don't worry, hon, I happen to have a backup date all lined up for you." The redhead grinned slyly at Amber, like this was going more according to her plan than she could've hoped.
"A date?" Stiles squeaked at the same time Amber furrowed her eyebrows and said, "A backup date?"
"Well if he's too busy," Lydia started, shooting a small glare at Stiles, "We can't leave you fifth wheeling, can we?" She explained, "What, do you have plans with his dad, too?" She asked sarcastically, raising her eyebrows at Amber.
"I- No, I. I guess I don't." She confirmed, avoiding eye contact and moving the lettuce around on her plate.
"Good," Lydia smiled before turning her attention to her boyfriend, "How about bowling? You love to bowl."
Jackson scoffed, "Yeah, with actual competition."
"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison asked, turning to Scott with a smile, "You can bowl, right?"
Scott paused, eyes wide, "Sort of."
Amber grimaced, glancing up at Stiles to find him still looking at her with a frown, a french fry dangling from between his lips as if he'd had some sort of life changing realization mid-bite.
What? She mouthed to him, grabbing the exposed half of the fry and pulling it from his mouth. Stiles simply shook his head like he was clearing his thoughts and returned his attention to the rest of the table as he chewed the food still in his mouth.
"Is it sort of, or yes?" Jackson was prodding Scott.
"Yes." Scott said defiantly, sitting up a little straighter in his seat, "In fact, I'm a great bowler."
Amber sighed in all sorts of disappointment.
Stiles and Scott made their way from their final class of the day in a rush to leave school, moving faster that normal with the knowledge that they didn't have lacrosse practice that afternoon. They entered the stairwell and moved quickly until they reached the bottom.
"You're terrible at bowling!" Stiles finally said loudly, thinking back on the fiasco in the lunchroom.
"I know!" Scott whined, "I'm such an idiot!"
"God, It was like watching a car wreck. I mean, first it turns into this whole group date thing. And then out of nowhere comes that phrase-"
"'Hang out.'" Scott agreed.
"You don't hang out with hot girls, okay? It's like death. Once it's hanging out you might as well be her gay best friend. Believe me. It'll be like me and Amber when we're 'hanging out'." Stiles ranted as they turned into the lower hallway.
"How is this happening?" Scott asked, blind to the way his friend was beginning to spiral, "I either killed a guy or I didn't."
"God! I could've had a date with Amber and I freaking blew it." Stiles complained, "D'you think she would've thought it was a real date? Who do you think she's going on the date with now?" Stiles asked, his mind racing.
"I ask Allison on a date, and now we're hanging out." Scott said to himself, ignoring Stiles.
"Scott, who do you think Amber's going on the date with now?"
"I make first line, and the team captain wants to destroy me. And now-" Scott bemoaned before he checked the time on his phone with a groan, "Now I'm gonna be late for work." He said, running off again and leaving Stiles standing in the middle of the hall.
"Wait, Scott!" Stiles called after his friend's retreating form, "You didn't- Who's Amber going on the date with now! You didn't-" He paused, continuing quietly to himself, "Answer my question."
"Ben Davis." A voice came a few inches from Stiles' ear.
Stiles jumped, flailing his arms and tripping forward a few steps. He nearly smacked the girl beside him as he caught his footing and he heard Amber's laughter as he righted himself.
"Ben Davis?" Stiles repeated with a grimace.
Stiles didn't necessarily like the thought of Amber going on a date with one of the many assholes that Lydia could have easily lined up from the lacrosse team. But, somehow, Amber going on a date with Ben Davis was worse.
Ben was all tall lean muscle and clear skin paired with a sharp jawline and thick shiny hair. In addition to all that, though, was what Stiles was beginning to think was the thing he hated the most about Ben — he was nice. The guy was a part of the Big Brother Big Sister Program at the middle school. He was always willing to help the Freshmen when they were having trouble with the drills while all the other upperclassmen just watched them flail in satisfaction. He volunteered at an honest to God soup kitchen around the holidays.
Stiles didn't want Amber to go on a date with some douchebag who he knew would be telling dirty jokes and feeling her up all night, but at least that would be a one and done situation. He knew Amber would kick the ass of a guy like that before she ever agreed to a second date.
But a guy like Ben — That was a guy she'd go on a second, third, even tenth date with. Ben was a guy Amber would probably date until they graduated high school and then the two of them would get married and have two annoyingly beautiful children.
Stiles felt like he was going to be sick.
One Hour Earlier
As soon as the bell rang for the fifteen minute break before last period, Amber rushed to the bathroom. She felt Lydia's eyes on her as she passed by but refused to slow, speeding past with a tight feeling in her chest.
She hadn't been able to pay attention to anything they'd covered in class after lunch. She had mindlessly copied down notes from the board and into her notebook, but she wouldn't have been able to recall a word of it if anyone asked. Her mind was stuck on the confirmation she'd received that Stiles truly couldn't see her as anything more than his friend.
She'd told herself hundreds of times that something like this would happen, that Stiles didn't want her in that way. But to have it laid out in front of her with all of their friends present had been more mortifying than she could have ever imagined.
When the bathroom door opened, Amber was sitting with her knees pulled into her chest, curled up on the wide window sill that ran along the frosted glass panes. She heard the soft clicking of Lydia's heeled boots along the tiled floor, but Amber was busy trying to focus her breathing, squeezing her legs tight.
"Oh, sweetie," Lydia said softly, sitting down on the edge of the sill beside her. Lydia's hand came up to run through her friend's long hair softly, pulling Amber close. "You're upset about buzzcut?"
"Stiles." Amber said quietly, voice sounding hoarse even though she hadn't cried.
"Right, well, I know you're hurt but.. If he doesn't want to go on a date with you, he's an idiot." The strawberry blonde stated.
"Feel kinda like I'm the idiot." Amber mumbled, leaning back and looking up into the green eyes of her friend.
"You're not." Lydia said sternly, "But d'you know what will make you feel better?"
"If you say going bowling with-"
"Going out for a fun night with your friends and a guy, hand picked by me. Who, by the way, is very hot and very perfect for you." Lydia smiled softly.
"Perfect for me?" Amber asked distrustfully, loosening her grip around her legs and leaning back against the wall.
"Yes," Lydia insisted, "Please, I know your type. He's sweet, but he's also so family oriented it's boring, and he's a total nerd." Amber raised her eyebrows at the list of supposed perks, "Not to mention he's insanely hot."
Amber sighed, giving in, "Who are we even talking about?"
"Ben Davis." When Lydia grinned, there was something both beautiful and scary about it.
Amber knew who Ben was. He was in their class and had tried out for lacrosse with Scott and Stiles as Freshmen the year before. She didn't know him well, but she knew him well enough that she thought he seemed like a nice guy. He was tall for a Sophomore, and he had gorgeous dark hair that somehow always looked styled but effortless. Lydia wasn't lying, he was insanely attractive.
"I just- I don't know how much fun a date sounds to me right now." Amber admitted self-consciously, picking at a loose thread on her jeans.
"Just come on the date," Lydia said, combing her fingers through Amber's hair one final time, "Come. Try to have fun- And then if you want to mope and be depressed about your friend for a week, I say go for it."
Amber took a deep breath, "You really, honestly think I might like him?" She asked, sighing at Lydia's answering nod, "I don't think I'm up for it tomorrow, but a date in general.. I just.. I'll think about it, okay?"
"Deal," Lydia held out a pinky, waiting until Amber joined her own before letting her hand drop. "But even if you don't go tomorrow night, I am getting you on a date with this guy," She wrapped Amber up in another tight hug, "I swear you'd like him."
Amber nodded reluctantly. Despite the ever present pang of heartbreak she was feeling for Stiles, she felt significantly lighter than she had before her talk with Lydia.
Amber was on her way to her locker at the end of the day when she heard Stiles' voice ring out from down the hallway.
"Scott, wait!" She heard Stiles yelling as she rounded a corner, steadily closing the distance between her and her friends.
Finally, she spotted the back of Stiles' head. He was standing in the center of the front hall, shouting at Scott's back as the tanned boy walked in the other direction through the crowd of students in a rush.
"You didn't- Who's Amber going on the date with now! You didn't-" Stiles called out as Amber reached his back. She leaned closer to Stiles' shoulder as he continued speaking quietly to himself, "Answer my question."
She leaned up onto her tiptoes, her face hovering close to Stiles' ear, "Ben Davis." She answered, her mouth only a few inches from his left ear.
He flinched in surprise at the sound of her voice so close. The boy stumbled and when his arms pinwheeled in an attempt to catch himself, he only narrowly avoided hitting Amber in the face with a flailing limb. She laughed loudly as he tripped forward half a step and righted himself before standing upright again.
He turned to face her and when she looked into his wide brown eyes, she fought to remind herself of the way he'd rejected her in the lunchroom.
"Ben Davis?" Stiles repeated, voice sounding unusually high. His nose crinkled up cutely in what looked like confusion.
Amber shrugged, suddenly feeling self conscious. She couldn't help but associate his surprise with him thinking the same thing she had when Lydia revealed her prospect — that Ben Davis was ridiculously out of her league.
"I mean.. I already told Lydia I'm probably not gonna go." She told him, nervously readjusting her books from where she had been cradling them to her side to hold them in front of herself protectively with both arms. She opted to leave out the fact that Stiles was her main reason for bailing on the group excursion.
"You're not going on the date?" He asked for clarification, his eyes raking over her face.
"Nah," She said, "I know Lydia won't be deterred that easily, in the long run but- Looks like it'll just be a double now with Scott and Allison, Jackson and Lydia."
"Good. Great- Cool!" Stiles said enthusiastically, his cheeks dimpling and putting an instantaneous smile on Amber's own face. His mood seemed to perk up and he threw a casual arm over her shoulders as he led them in the direction of her locker, "What're your plans for tonight? Scott's got work. But if you want, I thought we could order takeout and study for the Chemistry test-"
"Jason doesn't have to be back at the station until eight, actually," She interrupted, casting a brief glance at the mole-dotted cheek on the right side of Stiles' face, "We're making papoutsakia for dinner!" She said excitedly.
"Is that the eggplant one or the pasta bake?"
"Eggplant!" She grinned wide in excitement, "We're pulling out dad's recipe for the tomato sauce and everything. We can never get it to taste exactly like he made it but one of these days... We're gonna get it right."
"Right, yeah-" Stiles said, releasing her so she could open her locker and get her backpack, "That's cool, I'll just.. Drop you off at home then."
"We could order food and study tomorrow night though, if you want." She suggested hopefully.
"Yeah, I- Yeah sounds good. Great!" Stiles said quickly.
He moved to lean against the row of lockers and evidently misjudged the distance, by the way his shoulder slammed loudly against the metal. When she glanced at him while dropping a few books into her bag, he seemed unharmed. Instead, he wore a pleased little smile on his face, his cheeks dimpling in a way that made her heart clench.
"Cool." She smiled, zipping up her backpack and pulling it over her shoulders.
Amber was finishing up in the shower just after nine o'clock that evening when she heard her cell phone ringing loudly from the bathroom sink. She wrapped a towel around her body and nearly slipped with her wet feet against the tile as she jumped from the shower to get to the phone before it rang through to voicemail.
"Hello?" She said in a rush as she answered the call, hovering the phone a few inches away from her ear to avoid it coming into contact with her wet hair.
"Amber, you good? We're on our way to pick you up." Stiles' voice came through the tiny speaker.
"W-Why? I'm showering, what- Did something else happen?" She asked anxiously, leaning to shut off the running water and cursing quietly when she nearly slipped again in a puddle beside the bathtub.
"You're in the shower?" She heard Stiles' ask in a strained voice. Scott muttered something in the background and Stiles shushed him before continuing, "W- Right now?"
"No, not right now. I don't take my phone into the actual shower with me, Stiles. I was showering when you called." She said, turning him on speakerphone so that she could dry herself off quickly with the towel. "Now tell me what's going on."
"We're going to go to the school so Scott can sniff around or something. We'll explain more when we get there. Just get dressed and meet us outside, we'll be there in maybe two minutes."
"Fuck," She exclaimed at the time frame, rushing to finish drying her dripping hair before running to her bedroom to find clothes, "Okay, I'll be right down."
She ended the call, pulling on jeans and a tshirt from the mess on her bedroom floor before running out to the driveway. When she got there, the blue Jeep was already idling and she rushed to the passenger side, clumsily climbing over Scott to get to the center of the bench seat.
"Hi," She panted, elbowing Scott in the face as she readjusted to sit down, "Sorry-" Stiles was already backing out of the driveway and Amber shivered in the cool air of the vehicle as her hair dripped water down the collar of her shirt. "So what's happening? What're we sniffing?"
"I talked to Derek earlier," Scott told her, "He said that if I go back in the bus and use my werewolf senses, then I might remember what happened."
"I told you we should've talked to Derek sooner," She stated, "Was he furious about getting arrested?"
"Well, he didn't seem happy." Scott said, earning a snort of laughter from Stiles.
"Hey, this is serious, okay? We got the guy arrested. For his sister's murder." She glared at Stiles in the dark cab of the car.
"He still could've done it." He pointed out.
She rolled her eyes, "Stiles, seriously. We have more important things to focus on right now than your burning, passionate hatred for Derek Hale, alright?"
Stiles muttered something under his breath that she didn't catch, but remained otherwise silent until they pulled up to the gate that closed off the bus lot behind the school at night. As soon as the vehicle was shut off, both doors were flung open and Scott and Stiles dashed from the car, Amber climbed out a moment later and ran to catch up with them as they approached the gate.
Stiles put his hands and feet into the chainlink and immediately began to climb but Scott tugged him down to stand on the ground again.
"Hey, no, just me." Scott said, pulling Stiles' shoulder back and pushing him to stand beside Amber a few steps away, "You guys need to keep watch."
"How come we're always keeping watch?" Stiles asked defensively.
"Because he's the werewolf." Amber stated, putting her hand on Stiles' shoulder and pulling him back another step toward the car.
"Okay, why's it starting to feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin?" Stiles asked, his focus on Scott. "I don't want to be Robin all the time."
"Nobody's Batman or Robin any of the time." Scott said in exasperation.
"I- Not even some of the time?" Stiles asked sadly.
"Just," Scott turned his attention to Amber, "Make sure he stays here."
"Gotcha." She replied at the same time Stiles whined in annoyance. She pulled Stiles back toward the Jeep and together they climbed back in through the still-open doors. The car was quiet for a long minute before Amber spoke up, "Y'know, for the record, if there was a Batman of the group, it'd be you. Regardless of werewolf powers."
Stiles scoffed quietly, "How do you figure that?"
"You're kind of in charge, y'know? You're the one who's always got a plan, even if I don't always approve of it. And you're the one who keeps us together whenever shit hits the fan. Plus, well, you're always trying to keep me safe and pulling me out of danger-" She looked over from where her eyes had been focussed on the bus in the distance and finally turned her attention to the boy beside her. He wore a soft look or surprise on his face that made her feel oddly vulnerable, like somehow she'd revealed too much in the safety of the dark car. "Um.. Not to mention, you've got the super cool car."
He smiled and the light from the parking lot cast shadows over the dimples in his cheeks. Amber tore her eyes away to glance back toward the parked bus and jumped when she saw flashlight beams approaching from the other direction.
"Stiles!" She alerted her friend, pointing toward where Scott was still in the bus and the growing beams of light.
"Shit-" Stiles exclaimed quietly, honking the horn of the Jeep obnoxiously for several long moments to get Scott's attention.
They watched as Scott emerged from the bus and took off running in their direction. He jumped onto the hood of a parked car and ran along the roof before launching himself over the tall fence, tucking and rolling when he hit the ground on the other side.
"C'mon, c'mon," Stiles muttered, hitting the steering wheel anxiously as they watched their friend.
Scott ran toward the Jeep and Amber rushed to open the passenger side door for him.
"Go! Go!" Scott yelled as soon as he was in the vehicle.
Amber flinched at the shouting and she watched Stiles fumble with his keys for a moment before getting them in the ignition and throwing the vehicle into reverse. Amber couldn't help but grip onto Scott's arm when Stiles slammed on the gas to propel them backward before cutting the wheel as he switched gears. The Jeep turned to the side and hadn't yet come to a stop before Stiles slammed on the gas again and they took off in a forward direction and away from the school.
"Did it work? Did you remember?" Stiles yelled quickly as he drove.
"Yeah, I was there last night," Scott explained, gripping the window with one hand and allowing Amber to continue squeezing his other arm tightly, "And the blood- A lot of it was mine."
"What does that mean?" Amber questioned in confusion.
"So, you did attack him?" Stiles clarified.
"No." Scott answered, "I saw glowing eyes on the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek."
"Oh, come on-" Amber cried out, only to be ignored.
"What about the driver?" Stiles asked.
"I think I was actually trying to protect him."
"Wait," Stiles interrupted frantically, "Why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?"
"He wouldn't!" Amber interjected loudly.
"It's gotta be a pack thing-" Stiles thought aloud, ignoring the incredulous look Amber was shooting him, "Like an initiation. You do the kill together."
"Because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience?" Scott asked warily.
"Yeah, but you didn't do it," Stiles pointed out, "Which means you're not a killer. And it also means that-"
"I can go out with Allison." Scott finished quickly, a look of relief taking over his face.
"I was going to say that you wont kill me and Amber." Stiles said, taking his eyes off the road to look past Amber and glare at Scott.
"Oh, yeah." Scott agreed quietly, "That too."
"You're both ridiculous." Amber stated, releasing Scott's arm to cross her own over her chest. There was so much she wanted to say but she remained quiet as she sorted through her own thoughts.
There was no way that Derek Hale was attacking people just because he wanted Scott in his pack.
Amber knew something else was going on, and she intended on figuring it out.
The next day, Amber insisted she needed to do something before their study date and requested that Stiles drop her off at home after lacrosse practice.
The girl watched out the front window as the Jeep reversed out of the driveway before she abandoned her backpack on the dining table and headed to the garage to pull out her rarely-used bicycle. Tugging the garage door closed once again, she climbed onto the uncomfortable seat and took off in the direction of the preserve.
Amber was passing by a gas station at the edge of town when she spotted a familiar black Camaro parked at one of the pumps and she quickly turned into the parking lot, coming to a stop at the back of the car.
Derek was swinging the driver's side door open and getting out just as she climbed off of her bike, letting it fall to the ground as she approached him.
"You have got to tell us what the hell is going on." Amber demanded.
"You and your little friends have no idea what you've gotten in the middle of." Derek stated darkly, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Uh, yeah, that's kind of the problem!" Amber said, gesturing wildly with her arms, "Scott and Stiles think you're this crazy murderous werewolf who attacks random people for some sort of idiotic pack bonding ritual- And you, with your stupid brooding face and half-truths whenever you're confronted with a question, are not helping!"
Derek rolled his eyes at the teen, leaning against his car casually, "Then what d'you wanna know, huh?"
"I want to know who attacked the bus driver, and who killed your sister, and why your werewolf butt showed up in town at the same time Scott was bitten." Amber listed, counting off the questions on her fingers.
"I don't know who attacked the driver, alright? I was hoping Scott would once he triggered his memories." Derek stated.
"Okay, well.. What about your sister?" Amber asked.
"I don't know that for sure either," Derek said, crossing his arms over his chest, "I really did follow my sister here. I didn't lie to you."
"Okay, well-" Amber started, cutting herself off when Derek's focus suddenly snapped down the street, his eyes wide and his brows furrowed, "What?"
"Get in the car and hide on the floor in the back seat." Derek ordered, moving to grab her bike and throwing it into the bushes at the edge of the parking lot like it weighed nothing.
"What? Why would I-"
Derek was already opening the door and pulling the seat forward. He picked her up easily and shoved her into the backseat of the car, repeating himself, "Hide on the floor." He demanded, pushing the seat back upright, "Don't move. Don't make a sound. Got it?"
Amber bit her lower lip nervously but nodded. The moment she gave her confirmation, the door to the Camero was slammed shut and Derek rounded the car and began the process of filling his gas tank.
The sound of several more car doors opening and closing sounded out and Amber curled tighter on the floor of the car to hide herself away from the tinted windows. Everyone outside of the car was silent for a long minute and eventually, she heard Derek pull the pump from the side of the car and flip the gas cap closed.
She remained on the floor and listened as a male voice began speaking at the passenger side of the car near where Derek was standing.
"Nice ride." The man finally said, "Black cars, though.. Very hard to keep clean. I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance. If you have something this nice, you want to take care of it. Right?"
Something soft slapped wetly against the windshield and Amber flinched, peeking around the passenger seat to see the arm of someone cleaning the windshield with a squeegee.
"Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love." The man continued as he wiped down the glass, "But, that's something I learned from my family, and you don't have much of that these days. Do you?"
Anger flared in Amber's chest at the insensitive comment that was most likely meant to pull a reaction out of Derek. It didn't seem to have worked, as Derek remained silent and out of her line of sight from the floor. It was, however, effective in making the girl inside the car begin to feel protective and quietly enraged.
"There we go." The man said after a moment, stepping back from the car, "You can actually look through your windshield now. See how that makes everything so much clearer?"
Amber watched through the small crack between the passenger door and the seat as the man began to walk away, he was wearing a tan jacket and his hair was heavily graying.
"You forgot to check the oil." Derek called out at the man's back brazenly, his voice deep and unaffected by the encounter.
"Check the man's oil." The man from before ordered someone after a long moment of silence.
Only a few seconds passed before someone approached the driver's side door. Amber ducked down tighter toward the floor just before someone broke through the front window with the butt of a large gun, glass shattering loudly and flying into the car as Amber flinched with a quiet gasp.
"Looks good to me." The second man said with mirth as he backed away from the car, not noticing the girl in the back.
"Drive safely." The first man told Derek, voice growing quieter as he walked away from the car for the second time.
A minute passed in which she could hear car doors opening and closing again, two engines turning over, and the sound of the vehicles driving away. As soon as the sounds retreated, Amber sat up a little straighter and watched as Derek tugged open the passenger door this time and pulled her back out of the car with his hands on her waist.
"Who the hell-"
"You okay?" Derek interrupted her, checking her arms and face for cuts. His eyes narrowed as he reached up and pulled a tiny piece of glass from her hairline without warning.
"Ow!" Amber flinched, pulling back a step and pressing her fingers to the tender spot where the glass had been lodged in her skin. When she pulled her hand away, her fingertips had a small drop of blood on them and she stared at the drop in a daze for a moment before looking up at Derek's frowning face, "Seriously, who-"
"Hunters." Derek told her, "Chris Argent and his crew. They didn't see you, though. You should be safe for now."
"For now?" Amber repeated in a squeak, "What do you mean for now?"
Derek sighed, "Scott's control isn't the only thing that puts you in danger. Just knowing him, being friends with him, that puts you in danger too. From hunters."
"I am not going to stop being friends with Scott." Amber told him resolutely.
"That doesn't surprise me." Derek stated, purposefully brushing his hands down Amber's jacket and jeans. Tiny shards of glass fell from her clothes and hit the pavement below with a quiet clinking. "Look, I'm on my way to check out the bus driver. I'm going to see if I can get any scents or clues off of him but you and Stiles- You need to stay out of things. You're human. It's not safe."
"But-"
"Go home." Derek ordered, pushing her gently in the direction of her bike.
Amber frowned, but approached the bicycle where it was sadly hanging out of the bushes, relatively unharmed considering it had been thrown across a gas station parking lot. She picked it up and looked back to see Derek already climbing into the Camaro and closing the door behind him.
She sighed, pulling her phone out to text Stiles to pick her up at home before throwing her leg over the bike and taking off in the direction of her house.
When she got to her house, she dropped her bike haphazardly against the front porch. Amber rushed inside to grab her backpack again and poked her head through the curtains to see Stiles already parked in the driveway once more.
"That literally took you less than an hour. I could've just hung around-" Stiles stated while she pulled open the passenger door and climbed into the Jeep, "What did you have to do?"
"Um-" Amber hesitated as she turned to buckle her seatbelt.
"Are you bleeding?" Stiles asked quickly, reaching out to brush her hair to the side and leaning closer to get a better look.
"Shit-" Amber cursed, having already forgotten about the small cut at her hairline.
Stiles tucked the hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear to hold it in place, leaning around her to open the glove compartment and pulling out a napkin before slapping it shut again.
"Why are you bleeding?" He demanded, pressing the napkin to the blood that had dripped down her forehead.
"I was going to ease you into it-"
"Ease me into what?"
"Well-" Amber sighed, taking the napkin from his hand and wiping at her forehead herself, "You're gonna be kind of mad."
Stiles sighed this time, "Amber, why am I gonna be mad?"
"I went to see Derek-" Amber started.
"Derek- Derek hurt you?" Stiles asked angrily. It was a tone Amber wasn't sure if she'd ever heard his voice take. The boy reached into the pocket of his jeans as he continued, "That's it. We're calling my dad and this time he'll arrest the deranged werewolf for-"
"Stiles, stop." Amber grabbed the phone from his hand when he pulled it out of his pocket, "Will you just listen? Yeah, I went to see Derek, but I'm bleeding because Allison's dad showed up with a bunch of other hunters and broke in the window on Derek's car."
"You were in his car again?"
"Yes, I was in his car. He told me to hide in there when he heard the hunters pulling up. But that's not the point, Stiles-"
"Unbelievable!" Stiles exclaimed, "You're about to defend him again, aren't you? You're still defending Derek?"
Amber took a deep breath, weighing her options.
"Why don't we talk about it later, then. Okay?" Amber asked. Stiles looked like he wanted to fight her on it but before he could say anything, she spoke again, "I'm starving. What did you want to order? Pizza? Chinese? Mal's?"
Stiles sighed, facing forward to back out of the driveway and begin driving.
When they had arrived at the Stilinski house, the two had quietly snuck their Chinese food upstairs, attempting to keep it far away from where Stiles' dad would have been sure to steal some of the greasy and likely artery-clogging takeout.
Amber's head was pillowed comfortably in Stiles' lap as she quizzed him with the stack of flash cards she'd worked on the night before. They had been at it in between picking at the food for over an hour and were nearly finished with the thirty card stack.
"Okay," She said, shimmying slightly as she readjusted to make sure he couldn't see the flash card if he tried to peek, "Chemical reaction resulting in a single product?"
"Synthesis?" He questioned, grabbing another spring roll from the bag beside him and reaching out on autopilot to allow Amber to take a bite from it.
She accepted the bite easily and nodded, flipping to the next card in the stack as she chewed, "And what type of reaction takes place in the presence of oxygen and produces carbon dioxide and water?"
"Combustion." He answered confidently this time, shoving the remainder of the spring roll in his mouth and eating it in a single bite.
"Last one," She announced, sitting up to face her friend dramatically, "Products of the double-replacement reaction between aqueous hydrogen bromide and aqueous sodium hydroxide?"
"Uh-" Stiles paused, tapping his hand against his thigh in thought, "I- Water and sodium bromide?"
Amber squealed excitedly, jumping forward on the bed to tackle him into the pillows with a hug, "We are so going to ace this test! And when we do, Mr. Harris can suck it!" She said with a muffled voice into the pillows behind his head.
She felt Stiles' laughter underneath her and she pushed up onto her elbows to hover over him, laughter faltering when she noticed how close they were. She blew out a soft puff air over his face, her eyes tracing the freckles and moles dotting his flushed cheeks before settling on his eyes. His eyelashes were dark and thick and the warm brown of his eyes appeared darker than normal in the uneven light shining from the desk lamp across the room.
His eyes flicked back and forth between her own and she couldn't help the way her gaze dropped down to his lips, bringing up pondering thoughts of whether they were as soft as they looked. She both saw and felt his exhale as it slipped from his mouth and blew out against her chin. Amber swallowed audibly, her arms relaxing a touch more into the mattress beneath him.
The moment was broken when the house phone rang loudly downstairs with an incoming call and Amber flinched, rolling to the side in a rush to get out of the bed. Stiles reached automatically for the cordless phone he had on the side of the bed, covering the mouthpiece as he picked up to listen in to his dad's call.
She watched silently until he hung up the phone, only seconds before the downstairs door slammed shut as the Sheriff left the house, "What is it?" She asked.
"The bus driver's dead."
"Shit." She grabbed her phone from the front pocket of her backpack and checked her messages to find one from Scott that she'd received only two minutes before, "Scott just texted that he dropped Allison off."
"Let's go, then." Stiles said, abandoning their school supplies and leftover Chinese takeout to pull her out of the house and back down to the Jeep, their previous moment forgotten.
When they pulled up to the house, the windows were dark and the family car that Scott was driving tonight was still missing from the driveway.
Stiles grabbed Amber's hand and tugged her over to the trellis at the side of the house. They used to climb it as kids — the same trellis Stiles had climbed just a few weeks before on the night Scott had been bitten.
Stiles began to climb and urged Amber to follow close behind, making his way up the wooden structure and quietly sliding open the unlocked window into Scott's bedroom. He climbed through and she followed, her foot catching on the windowsill and causing her to tumble through. She landed hard on Stiles' back and rolled off of him with a quiet apology as they righted themselves.
Suddenly, a figure moved through the dark doorway to Scott's bedroom wielding a weapon and Stiles and Amber seemed to notice it at the same time, yelling out in fear.
"Woah, woah!" Stiles yelled, bringing his arms up to protect them from any anticipated blow as Amber and their attacker both screamed loudly.
The room settled into silence for a brief moment as they took stock of the situation. Ms. McCall stepped back and lowered the baseball bat she was holding before scolding them loudly, "Guys! What the hell are you doing here!"
"What are we doing!?" Stiles yelled, pointing to the bat in the woman's hands, "God! Do either of you even play baseball?" He asked loudly, referring to when Scott had threatened him the same way.
The lights in the room suddenly flicked on, revealing Amber huddled behind Stiles on the bed, Ms. McCall standing in her robe with a baseball bat, and Scott standing in the doorway.
"Can you please tell your friends to use the front door?" Ms. McCall asked her son gently with a sigh.
"But we lock the front door," Scott said simply, "They wouldn't be able to get in."
"Yeah, exactly." The woman responded, still gripping the baseball bat loosely. "And, by the way, do any of you care that there's a police enforced curfew?"
"No." All three teens responded at the same time.
"'No!' Alright then. Well, you know what? That's about enough parenting for me for one night, so- Goodnight." Ms. McCall said in exasperation before leaving the room.
The three friends sat in silence in the room for only a minute before Scott gave them a look, "What?" He asked.
"My dad left for the hospital fifteen minutes ago- It's the bus driver." Stiles said, glancing at Amber beside him before continuing, "They said he succumbed to his wounds."
"Succumbed?" Scott asked in confusion.
"He's dead, Scott." Amber clarified. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach telling her that, somehow, things were only bound to get worse.
#stiles#stilesfic#selenophiles#dylan obrien fanfic#dylan obrien#stiles stilinski x oc#stiles stilinski#stiles stilinksi fanfiction#i couldn't decide on a gif for this chapter so i did multiple - sorry#1x03#*
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Chapter 2 - A (not so) warm welcome
story: The Lieutenant's Shadow - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader
cw: fem!reader, angst, foul language, mentions of scars, mentions of violence
word count: 5,853
chapter summary: Your first day and night at the safehouse is one you won't forget anytime soon.
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The safehouse was designed by men, for men.
It wasn't long into Soap's tour of the interior when he realised that the place lacked a lot of basic comforts. He knew it wasn't rare for a safehouse to have the simplest of simple interiors, but now that he was showing the place to you, a female, it started to sink in how little to no facilities there actually were.
The only bathroom missed a door and had no hot water or shower curtain. There was no kitchen, they were surviving on MREs and bottled water. And to top it all off, the toilet couldn't flush, to which he spared you the details.
You repeatedly kept telling him that you really didn't mind and that you were used to these kinds of living conditions, but you could tell he started to feel bad. Every room you entered seemed to get progressively worse in his eyes, you on the other hand thought it was rather funny. An irritated sigh left his lips once you two entered the room that was assigned to be the sleeping area.
"So uhm, this is where we all sleep," Soap exaggeratedly placed his hands on his hips while scanning the room. He looked dismayed at the bunk beds, slightly shaking his head. "As you can see, also not quite comfortable. I'm sorry y/n, I feel like a shite host," he groaned. You softly laughed before deciding to speak up.
"Soap, it's fine. I've had worse in the past. I'm glad to have a bed," you reassured him. He furrowed his brows.
"Yer telling me you didn't have one at the Shadow Company's base? I always imagined that to be one hell of an HQ," he questioned. You chuckled, the pain in your back almost returning as you remembered your last bed.
"I did have a bed silly, but if you'd told me I was sleeping on a bed of nails there I would've believed you. I'm excited to try a new one for a change," Soap's shoulders slightly relaxed at your comment.
"Well, you might find it to be better here, but don't expect that you'll be sleepin' like a baby. The guys can snore like bears."
"I bet you're the loudest," you joke, turning your head towards Soap. He acts offended, but is quick with an answer.
"Not with snoring, no. I can make quite some noise with other things tho."
Your eyes playfully glare at him through your mask as you let out a huff of laughter. His eyes widen again.
"With guns o'course! Jeez, I really need to mind how I say something," Soap scratches the back of his head before laughing along with you. After he stops laughing, he looks around the room for the empty bunk bed that is assigned to you. Spotting it, he walks towards it, still carrying your duffel bag around his shoulders. You follow suit, glancing around the room yourself while taking in your new bedroom for the next couple of weeks. You notice five bunks in the room, making for ten beds in total. They are all occupied by the looks of it, meaning that there must be at least seven other people stationed in this safehouse, seeing that you've already met Captain Price and seen the mysterious guy they call Ghost from afar. The room is empty now, making you wonder where everyone is.
"Your boushty, madam," Soap says while stopping in front of a bunk bed. He drops your duffel bag on the lower bed, which you are secretly really happy with. You've always preferred the lower bed since you fell out of the top one multiple times in college.
"I assume that means bed?"
"Yer a fast learner, although understanding it is easier than pronouncing it. Try it," he tells you, giving you a challenging look. You squint your eyes, debating whether or not you should try.
"I think I'll pass on that one for now." Soap smiles a little while nodding his head.
"Fair enough. You did say for now tho, so I'm expecting to hear your attempt one day!" he points at you.
"One day, Soap. One day," you tell him, a small chuckle leaving your lips.
"Call me Johnny. Soap sounds so serious, I usually-" a burst of your laughter cuts him off. "What're you laughing for?"
"Soap doesn't sound quite serious to me," you tell him while still laughing. The corners of Soap's mouth curl up in a smile before playfully rolling his eyes.
"You didn't let me finish! It sounds serious cuz I mainly use it in the field. I prefer people calling me by my real name in less serious situations. But you know what, I give you the privilege to call me whatever you want, lass. Soap, Johnny, MacTavish, hawk... I don't mind really," he tells you, making you laugh even harder at the final nickname he gave himself.
"I might have to go with hawk then, can't pass on that opportunity." Soap glares at you, already regretting the fact that he even gave you that option. You try to calm down from your laughing fit, but the unamused look on his face that makes him look like an angry mohawked bear makes it hard for you to stop laughing.
You've laughed more with Soap already than you ever have during your time at the Shadow Company. You've already taken quite a liking to him, he made you feel welcome here and most definitely excited to meet the others. Captain Price seemed nice as well, a bit more serious as far as you could tell from the first communication you've had with him, but definitely nice. You can't say the same yet about your partner for this mission. Ghost stared you down like he wanted to scare you off, like you didn't belong here.
But you don't intimidate me that easily, Lieutenant.
Soap looks at you for a couple of seconds after his laughter has died down. You can tell he's thinking of something to say. He hesitates before deciding to speak up anyway.
"Aren't you bloody hot in that thing?" he says, referring to your mask. "You know you can take it off in here, the fact that Ghost wears one all day doesn't mean you need to."
You honestly weren't realising that you were still wearing it, as it has become such a habit to wear it all the time around new people. It wasn't until Soap pointed out that you still had the black balaclava on your head that you suddenly started to feel the heat.
You hated drawing unnecessary attention to your scar by only taking off your mask when someone 'asked' you to. Of course, Soap is curious to see what the female sergeant he just met looks like underneath the mask. How could he not be? But taking it off in front of him right now felt too forced in your opinion, like you were satisfying his expectations. Even though Soap has made you feel quite comfortable already, you decide to wait.
"Thanks, Johnny. I'll think about it."
Soap nods before looking around the room, going back into his thinking mode. He is contemplating if he has shown you every part of the safehouse, soon realising that you've seen everything already.
"Well, I don't have anything else to show you, the safehouse's not that big. I hope you liked the tour tho?" he says in a questioning manner. You make sure he can see the smile in your eyes.
"It was great, thanks hawk."
Soap glares at you again, playfully pushing your shoulder.
"I knew I shouldn't have said that."
You snicker while shooting a glance at your bed and duffel bag for a second. Soap notices and speaks up.
"Right, so, I've demanded yer attention for far too long, I bet you want to rest for a bit. I'll leave you to it now," Soap starts, glancing at his watch before looking back at you. "If you're hungry, most of us usually eat dinner around seven. And by dinner, I mean opening up the umpteenth MRE and hoping that there will be another person in the common room who's hungry at the same time. I'll definitely be there tho, so you won't be alone. I never turn down food."
You smile before nodding your head. "Sounds good. I'll be there."
"Class, see you in around an hour then. And again," he says while giving you a fist bump, "welcome to Task Force 141."
You had spent the past forty-five minutes unpacking your bag, putting your personal items away in a locker and under your bed. There wasn't much to unpack, but it took you so long because you kept taking a ten-minute break after putting away one thing. The entire trip and the heat from today have made you quite tired. You weren't used to this heat yet, seeing that you've spent the last eight months in the colder climate of the United States.
You were currently seated on your bed, flipping through your journal in search of an empty page. You had made a habit out of journaling a while ago when overthinking and procrastinating were threatening to become your normal state of mind. Putting your thoughts on paper and out of your head calmed you down, even though it was only temporary. Nowadays you also used your journal as a diary, jotting down the things you had done during the day and important stuff you really shouldn't forget. You decided to dedicate a separate section to this new chapter in your military career, titling it A fresh start.
You decide to leave the actual writing of a diary entry for later. You get up from your bed, making your way towards what was supposed to be serving as the bathroom. The only thing in there was a broken mirror, a sink and a shower, the latter being right in the middle of the room. Your gaze alternated between the shower and the door frame behind you, quickly noticing that since there was no door, the shower was visible from every corner of the sleeping area. And with no shower curtain, everyone was going to be able to see your naked body from the comfort of their own bed.
Great.
Deciding to leave the shower for later, you make your way towards the sink. You glance at yourself in the mirror, noticing your mask is dirty from the dusty air outside. You still hadn't taken your mask off, even though you had been alone after Soap left you. You also hadn't seen anyone else, making you wonder if there were actually any other people besides Soap, Price and Ghost. The thought of someone you hadn't met walking in and seeing your face - and scar in particular - refrained you from exposing your face.
But you couldn't keep it on forever. You didn't want to keep it on forever. You wanted these people to see the real you. You didn't want to be known as 'that one masked sniper from the Shadow Company'. You had felt like just another number at the Shadow Company for eight months, you were ready for people to actually care about the person behind the concealment. Actually taking off your mask would be a good start, and since Soap had already given you a small glimmer of hope, you decided to just say fuck it.
You pull your mask off your head, the mild air of the safehouse immediately cooling your face. Your cheeks were flushed from the previous humid heat inside your mask. Sweaty strands of hair were sticking to your forehead and the sides of your face. Your rough appearance made you look like you'd just run a marathon.
You turn on the tap of the sink, splashing lukewarm water on your face. You were rubbing the sweat and dirt out of your pores, feeling fresher by the minute. There was no towel, so you used the hem of your shirt to dry your face. You try to style your hair a bit by wetting your fingers and running them through your hair. It is a useless attempt, seeing that your hair is completely flat and static from your mask. You try to make it look somewhat messy by flipping your head upside down and rummaging your fingers through the roots. Flipping your head back up, you leave it like that, accepting that you're not going to be able to fix the mess on your head without showering anyway.
You stare at your exposed face once more, eyes glancing over towards your scar. You run your finger along the thick straight line that starts above your left eyebrow and ends underneath your right eye. You sigh. It brings back memories from the past anytime you look at it for too long, so you turn away from the mirror and walk out of the bathroom. You silently pray to God that the people here will spare you on your first day, not immediately bombarding you with looks or questions about how you got that massive scar on your face. That's a story for another time.
You were walking down a corridor that led to the common area. Your heart started pumping faster once you heard the muffled sounds of talking soldiers getting louder. For some reason, you were quite nervous to meet your new team. Normally you wouldn't give a shit, but you felt more vulnerable without your mask. It was the first time you decided to keep it off while meeting new people, making you feel both proud and nervous at the same time.
The doors to the common area were wide open, waiting for you to make your way inside. You take one last deep breath before you walk in. The sound of your heavy boots against the floor makes the people inside turn their heads towards the doorway. The room fell completely silent. A forced smile appeared on your face as an attempt to break through the awkward atmosphere that you just created. You were happy to the familiar man with the mohawk in the corner of the room. He had his back turned towards you as he was talking to Ghost, who stopped talking the moment he laid his eyes on you. It caused Soap to turn his head around to look at what caused the sudden silence. A sudden call of your codename surprises you.
"Viper!"
Soap walks away from Ghost, quickly grabbing something from a crate before walking over to you. The small smile on your face turns into a genuine one as you notice that he's holding two MREs.
"I didn't think you were still coming, I honestly thought you fell asleep," he smiled, handing one MRE over to you. You thank him before speaking up.
"I almost did, but then I remembered your offer. I also never turn down food." Soap smiles at your remembrance of his comment.
"A woman to my heart. Don't expect a five-star meal tho, but it's filling," he tells you while ripping open his MRE. You try to focus on opening yours, but you can feel multiple pairs of eyes on you. You quickly glance up to look around the room, noticing that some men have returned to eating while some are still looking at you like you're a circus animal. A sudden idea pops into your head. You mockingly stare back at the ones that are still looking at you, making them quickly turn their heads away from you in embarrassment. Your eyes naturally glance over to the masked man who's still standing where Soap once stood. He's the only one not paying any attention to you. A huff escapes your lips, causing Soap to look at you before looking around the room himself.
"They're not used to seeing a woman here. Don't worry, they won't try anything. I bet you can scare 'em off with your skills anyway," he starts. "The guys are not too bad if you get to know 'em. In fact, I haven't even introduced you yet. Come on," he tells you while turning around to make his way towards a table with four men. You follow him, taking your recently unpacked MRE with you.
Soap sits down in between two men, ushering one of them away to make space for you. You hesitantly sit down, squeezing yourself on the tight bench next to Soap. Three men are seated in front of you, all occupied with their food. He clears his throat, demanding attention from the guys at the table.
"Guys! Meet Viper, our newest addition to the team."
You share a look with the other men, who nod their heads towards you in acknowledgement. You return the action, a soft 'hello' leaving your lips. You take a bite from your beef stew, which to your surprise is actually quite okay.
"Are you the Shadow they sent?" A guy with a cap opposite you asks suddenly, making you look up towards him. His expression turns into a slightly embarrassed one when he realises how abrupt that sounded. "Sorry, that was a bit rude. I'm Gaz," the guy says while extending his hand for you to shake it, which you kindly accept.
"Viper, but I think you already knew that," you joke, making him smile. You put your fork down before continuing. "I am indeed part of the Shadow Company. Served at their base for six months before being sent here. I was, well, am a sniper, but my expertise was more needed here than in the United States," you say, intentionally leaving out the part of you being a backup sniper for most of those months.
Suddenly, a loud scoff is heard coming from another table.
"Oh yeah? And what exactly is your expertise, my lady?" A guy at the end of the other table asks you in a derogatory way.
Your head snaps towards him. Soap and Gaz are staring daggers at the man who just made that comment. As a woman in the army, you were used to degrading talk from men all the time. They always thought they knew better than you and sometimes went as far as refusing to take orders from you. And here you find yet another great example to add to your endless list of annoying encounters with men.
You decide to stay calm, not feeling like throwing a fit on your first day. Instead, you opt for the safer option: giving him an honest, compelling answer to his question.
"Assassinating targets to 2500 feet away with one bullet to the head."
"Yeah right, and I can stop a bullet with my bare hands," the man laughs, causing some other guys at his table to laugh as well. You take another bite of your beef stew, giving him a fake surprised look.
"Wow, good for you," you tell him sarcastically while chewing. The guy's smile faded when he realised you couldn't care less about him. He was now starting to get annoyed, scooting closer towards you. He put his hands on his knees as he tried to give you an intimidating look. With the emphasis on tried, because he looked all but intimidating.
"Is that how you got that thing on your face? Guess you missed one of those so-called far-away targets?"
"Man, shut up," Soap told the guy sternly.
You slowly put down your fork as frustration started to build up inside you. You took a deep breath while staring in front of you, trying your best not to explode with anger. A loud huff escapes your lips as you can't contain your annoyance any longer.
"Listen here, you little shi-"
"Viper doesn't miss far-away targets, Henderson. That's why she's been hired to kill Hassan, and not you."
You hadn't realised that Captain Price had come into the room, towering over the foul-mouthed private from behind. You look up at him, noticing that he's giving you a side-eye, one that tells you to keep calm. The man who you now know is named Henderson turns around and gives Price an annoyed look. He opens his mouth to say something, but he's quick to understand not to talk back to his superior. Instead, he turns back to you, staring daggers at you before getting up and walking away. He mutters something under his breath, something you can't hear. Price's eyes follow him until he's left the room, before turning to face you.
"Sorry about that, kid. Some men can't handle the fact that a female has a better shot than them."
You shrug. "It's fine. I'm used to it anyway."
"Well, forget him. He'll probably kick himself in the nuts when he finds out you can actually do what you say," Price tells you. You let out a slight chuckle while looking up at him.
"Thanks, Captain."
Price pats your shoulder before turning around and walking towards the crate with the MREs. You notice Ghost is still standing in the same spot, but he has now focused his full attention on you. Your eyes meet for a brief moment before you look away, that weird feeling in your gut returning again.
"I fuckin' hate that bloke Henderson man, I swear to god," Soap suddenly says, making you turn your head towards him. "He always thinks he's better than everyone. I don't hate people fast, but if I do they have to be really fuckin' annoying."
"We need to put him in place sometime," Gaz suggests.
"Agreed. Throw a flash grenade at him during practice or something," Soap says while nodding his head.
You are slightly amused by this hatred towards the guy who just tried to bring you down. You've just met these people and they're already standing up for you.
"Guys, just leave it. It'll happen again anyway," you shrug. Soap and Gaz shoot their heads towards you, giving you a confused look.
"Oh no, no, no... not on my watch," Gaz states. Soap agrees.
"He'll have to go past me first. Let's see if he can stop my fist with his bare hands." You chuckle while taking another bite of your beef stew. Soap shoots you an offended look.
"Hey, I'm being serious here!"
"You guys are sounding like my two older brothers. If I had them, that is. Thank you, but I can stand up for myself, you know," you tell them with a small smile.
"Yeah, yeah, you're probably right," Soap says, stuffing his mouth with a spoonful of the chocolate pudding that was included in his MRE.
"But you kept sitting down, tho," Gaz suddenly says, suppressing a laugh. You give him a confused look.
"What?"
"You just said you can stand up for yourself. But you kept sitting down," he explains, his lips in a thin line from trying not to crack a smile. It's Soap who starts choking on his chocolate pudding that makes Gaz burst into laughter.
You glare at both of them, trying to give them an annoyed look but their laughter is making you crack up as well. The three of you just sit there, laughing over a stupid joke.
"Is this how it's going to be during my time here? Puns and dad jokes at the most random times?" you ask through laughter. Soap and Gaz nod simultaneously before Soap speaks up.
"Trust me, you haven't heard anything yet."
Soap was not joking when he said the guys can snore like bears.
You had been trying to fall asleep for the past three and a half hours, occasionally succeeding but getting awoken by the loudest snores coming from all sides of the room.
You were currently staring up at the bed above you, counting the number of slats of the slatted base over and over again. You noticed how the bed slightly dipped in the middle from the weight of the soldier sleeping above you. A loud sigh escaped your lips as you pulled the cover over your shoulders.
Your first day at the safehouse was surprising, to say the least. The warm welcome from Price, Soap and Gaz made you feel accepted here almost immediately. They were being so nice to you, showing you around and standing up for you. That dickhead of a Henderson didn't ruin your day completely, although he made you feel a bit shitty when he mentioned your scar. Or well, he referred to it as that thing. You weren't proud of it either, but it deserved a bit more respect than that. You deserved more respect than that.
You also couldn't seem to get your mind off of Ghost for some reason. The way he stared you down when you first arrived made you feel unwanted and wanted at the same time. He had this look in his eyes that you couldn't quite place. His eyes spoke when you caught a glimpse of them in the common room during dinner, yet they said so little. He intrigued you, even though you hadn't said a word to him yet.
You didn't understand why you felt this way. Was it the mask? Was it his mysterious look? You've always had a thing for mysterious men, somehow getting drawn to them and their secretive and inexplicable manners. But that wasn't always a good thing either, so you learned the hard way.
The thought of Ghost made you look around the room. You furrowed your eyebrows as you remembered that you hadn't seen him come in or get ready to go to sleep. In fact, you hadn't seen him at all after he caught your eye after the altercation with Henderson. You propped yourself on your elbows to look around to room. You squinted your eyes as you tried to see in the dark. You were surprised to find one empty lower bunk bed, all the way at the end of the room. The sheets were still neatly tucked into the sides and end of the bed as if they hadn't been touched all day. The skeleton gloves on the pillow made you assume that the bed belonged to Ghost. You stare at the empty bed for a while, before being rudely ripped out of your thoughts by a deafening snore coming from Soap's direction. You roll your eyes and let out an irritated sigh before resting your head back on your pillow.
You push the sides of your pillow against your ears to muffle the sounds of snoring. The first thing you were going to do tomorrow was asking Price for a pair of earplugs. You had hoped to be knocked out the moment your body touched the bed, seeing you were quite tired this afternoon. Accepting your fate of not getting a good night's sleep right now, you decide to get up.
You scoot towards the edge of your bed, your feet hitting the cold concrete of the ground. You hesitate to get out for a second, but you know from experience that a short walk can do so many wonders when you're not able to sleep.
You look at your tactical boots underneath your bed, a bit hesitant to put them on. You were only wearing a long sleved shirt and thin joggers, putting on the tactical boots was going to make you look like a clown. But who cares, it's not like someone was awake to judge you.
You put them on, not caring to tie the laces. You slowly rise from your bed, careful not to make any noise. The sound of your combat boots on the concrete floor is a bit too loud for your liking, but you'd be surprised if these guys were even able to wake up if there was a fire.
You almost tip-toe towards the corridor, relaxing your step once you turn the corner. You have no idea where you're going, you just wanted to get out of your bed for a bit.
Looking straight ahead, you notice that the steel door that leads towards the outside is ajar. You furrow your eyebrows, not sure if that's supposed to be open like that. Your curiosity drives your legs towards the door, the tiniest breath of fresh air hitting your face as you approach the small opening.
You slightly push against the door to peek outside. It's pitch black, since - for safety reasons - there is no light illuminating the front of the safehouse. You slip through the crack, keeping your hand on the door to not lose sight of the entrance.
The air outside is nice, much better than the scorching dry heat from during the day. The occasional gust of wind cools your skin, making you close your eyes for a moment as you enjoy the feeling of the wind through your hair.
The sudden sound of a deep voice jerks you out of your peaceful moment.
"You shouldn't be out here."
You jump as the sudden voice scares the shit out of you. You frantically look around, trying to find the source in the dark but failing. A glimmer of white to your left catches your eye. You squint at it, your eyes slowly adjusting as a broad figure leaning against the wall comes into sight. He's staring straight ahead. Your breath hitches in your throat as you realise who it is.
"Lieutenant, you almost gave me a heart attack," you tell Ghost, trying to catch your breath from the scare.
"At least it'll be a natural cause and not a bullet to your head," he suddenly says. You look at him confused.
"What?"
"As I said, you shouldn't be out here. Especially by yourself."
"Well I'm not by myself now, am I?"
You notice him turning his head towards you, taking in your appearance. You stand there awkwardly, covering yourself with your arms. The wind has made your nipples see through your shirt, for which you pray to God your lieutenant doesn't notice.
The light from inside the safehouse illuminates his eyes just enough for you the see them behind the mask. He gives you another look that you can't quite place and stays dead silent. You decide to speak up.
"I don't think I've properly introduced myself yet. I'm Viper," you tell him, extending your hand. For some reason it's slightly shaking, making you curse at yourself for looking so foolish. Your make-shift pyjamas, the combat boots, your uncombed hair... you weren't particularly looking your best right now.
Ghost looks at your hand, but he refuses to shake it.
"I know who you are."
He returns his gaze forward. You slowly drop your hand, getting a bit annoyed at his rudeness.
"Alright then. And you are?" you ask him, even though you clearly know that already.
"You just called me your lieutenant, so I think you are very much aware of that."
A huff escapes your lips. Your first time talking to your lieutenant and new partner, and he's already acting like a dick? Tell me something new about men.
"Well, if it's not safe to be out here then why are you here?" you ask him, trying to make conversation despite your annoyance.
"That's classified."
You snort, causing him to look your way again. Your eyes meet for a second, immediately shutting you up when you notice that he's not joking. He turns his head again to focus his gaze on the black abyss in front of him.
"If you say so. Don't you need sleep?"
"I don't sleep."
"Then how are you alive?"
"I barely am."
You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, the monotone sound of his voice not containing any emotion. You decide to leave it, opening your mouth to speak again.
"What is your-"
"Why are you asking me so many bloody questions?" Ghost rudely cuts you off, letting out an irritated sigh. You scoff, not letting this man think for a second that he can talk to you like that.
"Why are you being so rude?" you mock him, to which he turns his head towards you. He stares at you, not breaking eye contact once. He pushes himself off the wall, slowly making his way over to you. He stops a few feet away from you, his physique towering over you. The shadow from his tall and broad body covers you, making you look up at him.
"I'm straight to the point, not rude. Get used to it."
Oh, the number of times you've heard men say they're 'straight to the point' as an excuse to talk down on you. You raise an eyebrow and cross your arms in front of your chest while giving Ghost a challenging look.
"Any other things I need to get used to?"
His eyes squint.
"Sorry?"
"Oh, don't apologize. As your new partner, are there any other things I should be aware of while working with you? Or is that classified too?"
The sarcastic tone with which those words flew off your tongue made you quite proud of yourself. You've learned to never let a man talk down on you, so regenerating a quick response got easier over the years. You swore you could see a hint of amusement in Ghost's eyes, but it faded just as fast.
"I didn't need a partner in the first place."
"Yeah, me neither. But it seems like we're stuck with each other until Hassan has a bullet in his skull. Then I can fuck off back to America and you can continue your harsh ways as you please."
Ghost stares at you intently, like he's trying to find something behind those (e/c) eyes of yours. You, not being intimidated by his piercing brown eyes staring into your own, put a hand on your hip and speak up again.
"So, grumpy because working together with me. Noted." you say, making a ticking-the-box motion in the air. Ghost scoffs ever so slightly, making you confused as to whether that was a laugh or a real scoff. His mask covered any signs of amusement on his face, so you suppose it's the latter.
"Listen, just follow orders and don't annoy me. Right now, you're starting to do a pretty good job at the latter already," Ghost tells you, turning around to make his way back to where he was standing.
"Christ, ever heard of sarcasm?"
"Sarcasm or not, it's still annoying. It's interrupting my duties."
You look around, confused as to what duties he is talking about at this hour. The sound of his tactical gear brushing against brick rings in your ears as he takes his stance back against the wall.
"Well, good thing you don't have any right now then."
"Who says I don't? Just because you don't see them doesn't mean I don't have them."
You nod, deciding not to argue with him about that since you knew he was probably right. You stand there in awkward silence for a couple of seconds, neither of you speaking up. You look down towards your boots who have been sprinkled with a light beige by the dust of the desert. Ghost's voice catches your attention.
"You're playing with your own safety by being out here. Go back inside. That's an order."
He didn't look at you while he said that, as he continued to stare ahead. You look at him, for some reason hoping that he'd take one last glance at you. He doesn't, causing you to look around the perimeter one last time. You take a deep breath of the chilly nightly desert air, as you position your hand against your head, sarcastically saluting your lieutenant.
"Aye, aye, captain, I mean, lieutenant."
You turn your back towards him, making your way inside. You grab the door handle, slamming the door closed a little too loud for the hour.
This is going to be one hell of a ride.
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a/n: This chapter was so hard to write lol. I kept rewriting the bit where Viper and Ghost meet cuz I wasn't too sure about it. I hope you guys liked it anyway. In the next chapter, we will learn more about the thoughts and feelings of the mysterious masked man himself ieieieie
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Imagine akademiya! Dottore tutoring child! reader, who forgets almost everything he says. so he teaches you for atleast 3 hours and he asks you one question, you didn't remember anything cause you we're thinking of what's his favorite food- 💀
(i'm currently craving for platonic dottore)
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❛❛ Troublesome Kiddo ❜❜
✎ ❛❛ Kid, pay attention to me, will you? ❜❜
Pairing(s): Akademiya!Dottore & Child!GN!Reader (PLATONIC)
Genre/Format: Crackfic (Drabble)
Warning(s): Use of Dottore's (speculated) real name
wc: 534
Notes: Hello 💐 Anon! This is so cute omg. I could imagine Akadamiya Dottore being so done with kiddo (Y/n) LMAO. I wasn't sure if this is a request or not but I couldn't resist to write a little something for it, as soon as i read this a bunch of ideas just came out of no where 💀 I'm sorry if it's short!
⚠️ Also I'm sorry for those who are still waiting for me to finish the 100+ followers event prompts. I'll get to them as best as I can 😭
Zandik—as one of the top students in the Akademiya, his achievements were widely spread in Sumeru. Wherever he went, whether it be on the bustling streets or at a store, people would often praise him for his enviable intelligence.
However, despite his genius of a mind, was someone who unironically struggled with mora. With how many assignments were piled up on his desk and the hunger to conduct experiments, he didn’t have the time to really find a suitable job.
So who was he to refuse when one of the citizens ran up to him and asked him to tutor her child? He was about to deny but was cut off when the person said she was willing to pay him a ransom. Taking a glance at the child beside the pleading mother, they looked no older than probably ten years old.
How hard was it going to be to teach a kid basic math? And he was getting paid too! It was a win-win situation for him, only an idiot would refuse!
Now that he had agreed to help, he was beginning to contemplate if he had made the right decision as he sat next to the kid—(Y/n), who never seemed to run out of energy.
“Alright, so—”
“Mister, what is that blue glowy thing on your ear?” (Y/n) asked.
Zandik sighed for probably the fifteenth time today when he got cut off.
“That’s a—”
“Oh! I know! This is where you keep your, um, blueberry juice so you can drink it wherever you want!”
He was too tired to explain, honestly. So he decided to just go with what (Y/n) said.
“Yes, yes, you’re right. Now—”
“Or maybe you’re secretly a wizard and that’s your magic potion!”
Sigh.
“Alright, kid. How about we take a break and then you listen to me, okay?”
Then (Y/n) nodded happily which was a huge relief because they were still on the first chapter of the kiddo’s textbook.
Zandik soon came back with a plate of snacks for the ankle-biter and continued on with their tutoring session.
For the whole time while he was explaining how multiplication works, (Y/n) sat in silence as they munched on a chocolate chip cookie. While they remained quiet, he took that as a sign they were listening to him with how their eyes were staring at the textbook intently.
(Y/n) did try their best to listen, really. They were able to do that until ten minutes in, their mind wandered off to a land of singing Aranaras and floating food…
Food…
I wonder what's Mr. Zanny's favorite food. They thought to themselves.
Dangos… Potato Boat… Rose Custard—
“Okay, now that I’ve explained the method on how to solve this. I’ll ask you a question,” Zandik said. Breaking (Y/n) out of their daydream.
“So, what’s five times two?”
“Five times two? Two… Oh! That reminds me. Mommy gave me two apples for breakfast today! They are my favorite food!”
They continued, “What’s your favorite food, Mr. Zanny? You have blueberry juice with you so maybe… blueberry cupcakes? Or maybe even—”
This kid… Zandik thought as he grunted in defeat, drowning out (Y/n)’s ramblings.
Oh he didn’t get paid enough for this.
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Heaven Knows Your Name, I've Been Praying: Chapter 18
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Summary: Bela gets in the way yet again while they are working on a case.
W.C: 7627
Warnings: Sexual content and violence.
[A/N] boy do I have a surprise for you!
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“So, how did things go with Mr. Warren?” Bela asked coolly as she shoved her way inside, not even caring to allow Dean to invite her in. She had a packed folder full of what looked like papers tucked under her arm. When nobody answered her question, she grinned and stopped just short of where Carlos was sitting. “That well, huh?” She mused. Dean shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. Bela grated on every single one of his nerves, and pushed all of his buttons – she annoyed the crap out of him. “If you say I told you so, I swear to God I'll start swingin’.” He growled under his breath.
“I think we all should have a heart-to-heart.” She began.
“That's assuming that you have a heart.” Dean retorted back. Bela pouted her lips together and set the folder on the wooden table. Her demeanour seemed quite apologetic, but then again, they couldn't trust Bela. She's fucked them over more than once in the past.
“Dean, please... I'm sorry about what I said before, okay? I come bearing gifts.” Bela said. Cheryl raised her brows and tucked her phone into her hoodie pocket. Her promise of a gift piqued all of their interest, but they didn't know if they could trust her. Sam marked the page of the book he was reading and set it down. “Such as?” He asked.
“I've IDed the ship,” Bela smirked. Carlos cocked a disbelieving brow, “Really?”
“Yes,” Bela looked Carlos up and down as if she were checking him out or sizing him up before opening the folder. “It's the Espírito Santo, a merchant sailing vessel, with quite a colourful history. In 1859, a sailor was accused of treason. He was tried aboard ship in a kangaroo court and hanged. He was 37.”
“Which would explain the 37-year cycle.” Sam breathed as he dawned on the realization.
“Aren't you a sharp tack?” Bela cooed. She flipped through the file before plucking out a printed photo. “Here's a photo of him.”
Sam inspected the photo as she handed it to him before his eyes widened in surprise and he showed Carlos the picture. “That's the guy we saw last night,” Sam said.
“You saw him?” Bela asked. Carlos nodded and glanced up at her, only staring at her blankly. He thought it was quite funny that she outsmarted Sam and Dean on multiple occasions, but he couldn't let that on. “Yup,” Carlos replied nonchalantly. “Except he was missing a hand.” He added.
“His right hand?”
“How did you know?”
“The sailor's body was cremated, but not before they cut off his hand to make a hand of glory,” Bela explained with a deep sigh. Dean grinned and let out a tiny chuckle at the thought of his joke. He had it locked and loaded, but when Cheryl sent him a raised brow, he decided not to say it. It was like she somehow knew it was a distasteful sex joke. “Right, so, uh, hand of glory? That sounds pretty dirty.” Dean opted to say instead.
When nobody laughed at his joke, he deflated. Sam's lips thinned and his brows knitted together, “Dean, the right hand of a hanged man is a serious occult object. It's very powerful.” He deadpanned.
“So they say,” Bela said coolly. Cheryl raised her brows and tucked her bottom lip between her teeth before releasing it. “Which officially counts as remains. So we find it, burn it, and we're done.” Cheryl added.
“Yeah, but it doesn't explain how the ghost is choosing his victims.” Sam sighed.
“I'll tell you why. Who cares? Find the hand, burn it, and stop the bloody thing.” Bela hissed. Dean crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Bela intently, trying to figure out why she'd bring this information to them. It certainly didn't benefit her, but maybe they should trust her. “Why are you helping us?” Dean questioned.
“Because I know exactly where the hand is.”
“Where?”
“At the Sea Pines Museum. It's a macabre bit of maritime history. But I need help.”
“What kind of help?” Carlos asked suspiciously.
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Shopping, Cheryl loved to shop. So, when she had to go find a fancy dress and matching heels, she was over the moon with excitement. She settled on a simple black satin dress that puffed out at the waist and stopped just shy of the knees. It had spaghetti strap sleeves, but they were so thin that it might as well be a strapless dress. For shoes, she got simple black kitten heels that had a little tule bow at the counter. She felt effortlessly beautiful, and she looked forward to surprising Dean with her outfit. He was her date to it, after all, Carlos was going with Bela, and Sam was going with Gert. Now that she thought of it, this was her and Dean's official first date. Technically, anyway.
Cheryl smoothed out the skirt of her dress before tucking her small clutch into her side. They were waiting on Dean now, Bela was in a floor-length dress and had on a necklace with obnoxiously large gemstones, and Carlos was in his own tux – because he owned one, funnily enough. Bela sighed loudly and rolled her eyes, “What is taking so long? Sam's already halfway there... with his date.” She called out to Dean. His voice echoed from the top of the stairs, there was a hint of insecurity in his tone. “So not okay with this!” He yelled. Carlos snorted before saying: “What are you, a woman? Come down already!”
Dean groaned loudly, and finally, he descended the stairs sporting a tux that made Cheryl swoon. She sucked in a breath as her eyes settled on his form. Cheryl noticed that his bowtie was lopsided, but she found it cute. When nobody said anything, Dean outspread his arms and glanced down at the floor. He hadn't even noticed what Cheryl was wearing yet. “All right, get it out – I look ridiculous.”
“Not exactly the word I'd use.” Bela hummed as she pushed a chair into the table. Dean's brows furrowed in confusion and he pouted his lips together. “What?” He asked. Cheryl opened her mouth to speak, to compliment him, but Bela spoke before her.
“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.” She grinned.
Cheryl's face fell and her stomach tied into a knot. She didn't blame Bela for saying that, she and Dean weren't public with their relationship yet – but she couldn't help but feel insecure. Dean, having finally noticed Cheryl, swallowed hard and frowned. She looked too beautiful to be upset, she had even curled her hair – and he knew that took a lot of time because she always said that it did. “I'd rather not, let's go,” Dean said quickly before marching towards the front door. Cheryl followed suit, then Carlos and Bela.
Thankfully, Bela rode with Carlos in his truck – it allowed them to get to know each other since this was the first time that they had met. But, that didn't stop Cheryl from being silent on the way over to the museum. Her entire body was turned away from Dean. Her knees were pressed together and the skirt of her dress fell neatly over her thighs. She looked sort of like a princess.
Dean shot her a quick look and his lips thinned, he knew she was upset, it was wafting off of her – and it wasn't hard to guess why. “Don't pay attention to what Bela says, she doesn't mean it.” He said in an attempt to soothe her obvious worries.
“I'm sure she did,” Cheryl sighed deeply, “I'm just getting into my head, don't worry about me.” She whispered.
“Cher, I want you. Not Bela, not any other chick. You.” Dean started. Cheryl went silent and she pursed her lips together, she squeezed her clutch tight. She really wanted to believe him, she did believe him. “I'm scared that you're going to get tired of waiting to have sex with me. And it's not that I don't want to do it – I'm just… scared to. What if I can't please you?”
“That may be the craziest thing you've ever said, Cher.” He snorted.
“Dean,” She pleaded. She was being serious – she was terrified that she wouldn't be able to please him or make him feel good.
Dean frowned and gripped the steering wheel tight, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Simply being with a beauty like her would make him feel good. “Babe, it isn't just a one-way street… I want to make you feel good too, I am going to make you feel good. You don't gotta worry about pleasing me, because just being with you pleases me. No matter how long it takes, I'm gonna be here, and I'm gonna stay even if it's bad – and I doubt it will be.” He told her. Cheryl was looking at him now, he could feel her eyes pressing deep into his soul – searching for honesty. “Really?” She exhaled finally.
“Yeah! I mean, like, look at you. You're gorgeous, you look gorgeous right now. I'd be crazy not to wait – I'd be especially crazy to not wanna make you feel good.” Dean exclaimed. Cheryl's lips parted before they spread up into a wide smile, and her heart soared with relief. All previous worries she had about being intimate with him were gone, she now knew that he was here to stay. Here to be her boyfriend – not a hookup. She scooted a little closer to him, and he took the cue to hold her hand. “Well… I'm ready then.” Cheryl whispered.
His brows shot up, “Are you sure? It's only been a few days since our talk…”
Cheryl nodded, “Si, I am sure. I… trust you. I trust that you will make me feel safe, I want to do it with you. I don't want to be held back by what my Father did to me anymore, I want to be free.” Dean rolled into a parking spot in front of the busy museum and pulled the keys out of the ignition. He leaned into her, and his lips ghosted over hers. “Thanks for trusting me,” he whispered, “I'll always make sure you feel safe, always.” He said before he gently pressed his lips to hers.
Cheryl smiled against his lips and let her eyes fall shut, he was so understanding – so kind and careful with her, she wondered if he was like that with his past girlfriends. Reluctantly, she pulled back from him but still had her forehead against his. “We should go,” she whispered, “before they get suspicious.”
“Just one more…” Dean pleaded softly, nudging her nose with his. Her lips were soft and tasted of strawberries – presumably because of the lip balm she bought at the store the other day. Her breath was minty fresh, but even if it wasn't, he wouldn't care. Cheryl nodded slowly, “Okay,” She agreed. Tentatively, their lips met once again. This kiss was more heated than the last, a little sloppy and some tongue here and there. Cheryl only now realized that she had broken one of her first date rules; she was making out with Dean in the Impala before their date even started.
Now they walked in through the open doors, arm in arm. They could get off with simple stuff like this, maybe even hand-holding – tonight they were posing as husband and wife. Carlos had gotten Cheryl a fake wedding ring from a pawn shop, and the ring that Dean wore all of the time would work just fine. Cheryl leaned into Dean to whisper to him: “We're supposed to be husband and wife, Mr And Mrs Rosen. So act as such.”
Dean grinned wide. “Don't you think we're moving a bit fast?” He said teasingly.
“Shut up,” Cheryl laughed. She glanced around the room full of rich people in fancy gowns and tuxedos, she felt quite out of place. Even when she was married to Carlos and had to attend real events like this, she felt out of place, like some poor outsider who didn't know which fork was meant for the salad.
Dean nudged her side to grab her attention before pointing to a far corner of the room where Sam was dancing with Gert. “Would you look at that? Sam, a boy toy.” He mused. Cheryl couldn't help but laugh, Dean was effortlessly charming and funny. It was one of the many things she appreciated about him. “Dean,” she began to scold playfully, “focus, he's only doing his job. Let's go find the hand.”
“Alright, alright.” He sighed.
They perused around the museum, moseying around all of the people and waiters and waitresses with trays of drinks and food. There were men dressed in full black suits stationed at every door, and there were two of them posted at each bannister of the stairs. Dean sighed and his lips thinned in annoyance, “I don't think we're going to be able to waltz upstairs.” He whispered to Cheryl. She nodded slowly and glanced around for any way around the men, but when there were none, she groaned. “Oh, cariño, I feel faint.” She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead and her eyes fluttered shut. Dean's eyes widened and he quickly grasped her arms as if preparing for her to fall. “What? Faint?” He asked quietly. Cheryl nodded and pouted her lips together before falling into Dean, he thankfully caught her.
Dean, who suddenly became aware of her plan, flagged a guard over. “My wife, she's not feelin’ too hot – is there anywhere she can lay down for a bit?” He asked hopefully. The guard took one glance at Cheryl, noticing her pale complexion and her sullen face before he nodded. “Follow me.” He ordered, and he led Dean (who was carrying Cheryl) up the stairs.
The guard thankfully didn't stick around, he left them alone to allow Cheryl to get better. “Bela said that the hand is in room two-hundred thirty-five, and it's in a locked glass case with an alarm,” Cheryl said as she kicked off her heels. Despite them being kitten heels, they were still quite uncomfortable. Any sort of high heel was uncomfortable. Dean noticed this, and quickly offered to go get the hand himself: “I've got it covered if you just wanna wait here for me.”
“Really? Oh, gracias, cariño. You're such a sweet man.” She doted. Dean flushed and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. For some reason when her accent got all heavy and she called him a Spanish pet name, he got all blushy like some schoolboy. “Uh, no problem, babe. Just wait here, I'll be back.”
And so, Cheryl was now waiting for Dean to come back with the hand. While waiting, she decided to sprawl up on the sofa and look through the photos on her phone. She usually didn't take pictures, a few of them were quite old, except for the recent ones of her and Dean. One of them in bed together, her lips pressed to his cheek and Dean grinning ear to ear. Another one showed them simply smiling in the Impala for the picture, and the last one was just of Dean marvelling at a large ice cream sundae he ordered. Again, she never really took photos, but she made the mental note to start taking more. If they couldn't find a way to save Dean, she wanted to remember his face, smile, and eyes. She'd hate it if she forgot his eyes, so green and comforting. So beautiful.
Ojos de angel.
Angel eyes.
Cheryl pinched the sheer fabric of her pantyhose and rubbed it between her thumb and pointer finger. Thinking about him dying made her heartache and her knees weak. The kind of fate that those who made deals faced was unfair and torturous.
Her phone pinged in her hand, it was a text from Carlos that read: Did you find the hand yet? Cheryl sighed and began to carefully type out her response on the keypad. When it came to speaking and reading English, she was a pro now, but writing – she was still quite bad at it. Yes, Dean is grabbing it.
OK, Carlos sent back. Finally, the door cracked open and Dean snuck back inside with the decayed hand wrapped in a handkerchief. Cheryl hopped off of the sofa and fisted her skirt out of nervous habit. “Good… you got it. We can put it in my purse.” She offered.
“Yeah, thanks.” He murmured. Cheryl nodded and snatched her clutch off of the small coffee table and tossed it to Dean. Once it was tucked away, Cheryl picked up her heels off of the ground and padded her way towards him.
“Let's go then, I'd like to get out of here.” She sighed as she reluctantly put her heels back on. Dean passed her clutch back to her and offered her his arm, which she gratefully accepted. “You know what I could use right now?” Cheryl hummed.
“What?” Dean asked.
“A nice hot bubble bath… in a tub deep enough that the water covers my knees and boobs.” She replied. Dean grinned at the thought of her wanting something so simple. A bubble bath, it was a little cute. “A bubble bath, huh? I'll keep that in mind…”
“If you find a hotel with a tub big enough, maybe we can bathe together.” She suggested shyly. Dean only paid attention to her as they descended the stairs arm in arm, he did not care about the rich people mingling around them. “A bath together… that sounds hot.” He commented.
“I was thinking romantic.” Cheryl smiled.
Cheryl glanced through the crowd of people for a restroom, she wanted to freshen up and adjust her pantyhose. They were chafing – it was making her go insane. Finally, she spotted the women's restroom and exhaled a sigh of relief. “I'm gonna pop into the washroom really fast, meet you at the Impala?” She glanced up at Dean just as he quickly placed a kiss on her cheek. Cheryl flushed and Dean nodded, “Okay.” He said hoarsely.
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Cheryl set her purse on the counter and turned on the tap, wetting her hands before squirting some soap onto them and lathering it. She was very precise with how she washed her hands, her Mom taught her how to do it properly and passed on her fear of getting sick. In her head, she sang the happy birthday song twice.
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday dear Cheryl, happy birthday to you.
She used her name when she sang this song while washing her hands, it's what her Mom taught her to do. The bathroom door swung open and heels clicked against the floor. “Oh, Cheryl, how are things?” Bela asked coolly once she noticed her. Her eyes flickered down to Cheryl's clutch on the counter before they focused back on her. Cheryl smiled out of nothing but politeness, “Good, we're heading out now. Carlos told you we got the hand?” Cheryl asked.
“Yes, yes he did…” She sauntered over to the second sink next to Cheryl and began to touch up her makeup in the mirror. “He's quite the character, Carlos. Quite handsome too.”
“Oh, believe me, I know.” Cheryl snorted. She rinsed the soap off of her hands and flicked the excess water into the sink before turning to get some paper towels.
“So, you and Dean, huh?” Bela smirked. Cheryl flushed almost immediately and spun around to face her. She wondered what might have given it away – what made her think that. “What?” Cheryl breathed.
“You're together, are you not?”
“Um… no, what gives you the idea?”
“Just seems like it. My mistake.” Bela smiled. She patted her lips with the pad of her finger before leaning back. “Well, I ought to be going. See you around, Cheryl.”
“Yeah… see you around, Bela.”
After Cheryl was finished in the washroom, she rushed outside to the Impala. The air was frigid, it left goosebumps on her skin and made her fingers numb despite the short walk. Thankfully, Dean already had the heat blasting for her and the Impala was toasty warm. Cheryl let out a content sigh and her eyes fluttered shut, “Oh, it's so warm.”
He smiled, “Yeah, I knew you'd be cold.”
“You're such a good boyfriend.”
“Only the best for you, babe.”
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Sam and Carlos were already in the room when they got back. As soon as Cheryl was able, she kicked off her shoes and let out a deep sigh. Sam quickly sprang up from his spot on the sofa, “You have the hand?” He asked hopefully. Cheryl nodded and tossed her clutch at him, which he caught thankfully just as Dean shut and locked the front door. “It's in there,” Cheryl said as she fluffed up her hair. She inspected her reflection in the mirror for a moment and continued to mess with her hair. She didn't care about how it looked now, they were done for the night. They didn't have to go anywhere else.
“Um, Cheryl, it's not here.” Sam wavered. Her eyes widened briefly and she spun around to face him, it was there – she watched Dean put it in there. “What!? Sure it is!” She exclaimed. Cheryl rushed forward and snatched the bag from Sam's grasp, and sure enough, it was empty. She gasped and rocked back onto her heels, “Dean put it in here – I watched him!” She shouted.
“Well, it didn't just grow legs and walk away!” Carlos huffed out. Cheryl threw the purse down onto the floor and threaded her fingers through her hair. He was right – it didn't just disappear. The three men began to ask her a series of questions, what she did, who was there, et cetera. And then, she realized. “Bela,” Cheryl hissed through clenched teeth, “she was in the bathroom with me – she must have swiped it! God, I'm such an idiot!”
“Cher, don't say that – she's a conniving con artist bitch.” Dean quickly said.
“Yeah, this isn't the first time she's gotten one over us – we'll find another way.” Sam comforted. It wasn't Cheryl's fault, they wanted to make sure that she knew that. Bela was a con artist, she didn't care about the people she hurt or killed. She only cared about herself and money. Carlos patted her back, “It's okay, Cherry.” He murmured. This time, Carlos wasn't able to make her feel better. She still felt stupid.
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Cheryl hadn't bothered to change out of her dress and pantyhose, she only laid on top of the unmade bed curled up into a small ball. She was utterly humiliated, and she didn't think she was a good hunter. Cheryl glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it was right around the time when Dean would sneak into her room. Midnight. As if right on cue, the door creaked open and Dean slipped through the small crack before closing it again.
When his eyes landed on her, he raised a questioning brow. “You haven't changed yet?” He asked quietly. Cheryl shook her head and reluctantly pushed herself up to a sitting position. “No,” she whispered, “too lazy, I guess.” She added. He went silent and only nodded, standing at the foot of the bed like a confused child. He was hesitating – hesitating to ask something – hesitant to climb into bed with her.
“Do you… want help?” Dean finally asked her.
“Help with what?”
“Changing.”
“Oh…” Cheryl flushed and looked at her bags full of clothes on the armchair in the corner. Neatly folded on the top of the bag was a fresh sweatshirt, pyjama pants and underwear. She swallowed before slowly nodding, she wanted Dean to help her. The idea made her heart pitter-patter and her stomach tie into a knot. “Si, por favor.” Cheryl whispered as she slid off of the bed.
Cheryl stood with her back to him, facing the wall and waiting for his next move. When Dean's fingers gently grasped the zipper in the middle of her back and dragged it down, she sighed. Dean was just as nervous as she was but for different reasons. He worried that he was going to make her uncomfortable – make her feel unsafe. He'd never want to put her in a situation like that. He dragged his gaze down to her strapless bra as the dress fell to the floor discarded. Dean now had her in her underwear – the woman of his dreams, literally. But he didn't intend to make a move on her, not when she was so upset. So vulnerable. He wouldn't take advantage of her like that. Dean curled his fingers under the hem of her tights and dragged them down to about her knees before he let her kick them off herself.
Cheryl smirked faintly and tucked a fluffy strand of hair behind her ear. “I can't sleep in a bra, Dean…” She whispered tauntingly. Yet again, he asked: “Are you sure?” Which made her sigh, she appreciated him asking all of the time, but sometimes she wished he would just do things like the regular Dean Winchester would. Without missing another beat, Cheryl turned to be face-to-face with him and reached back to unclip her bra, letting it fall to the floor. “Stop asking me that. I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable.” She hummed as she snuck her fingers under his shirt to toy with the hem of his sweatpants. Dean swallowed hard and his pupils dilated as soon as they landed on Cheryl's breasts – full, beautiful, begging for him to grope and touch them. They were big – so they sagged a bit, nothing unusual, but fuck, just looking at them made him hard.
Dean's lips crashed into hers, and he felt up every inch of her bare body presented to him. Her back, her waist, her boobs, her thighs, it all. He groaned against her lips when she pressed herself right against his hardened cock, and Cheryl grinned. “Already?” She whispered before he attacked her again with breathless and needy kisses.
“It's just – fuck – it's just what you do to me, baby. Fuckin’ look at you, you're gorgeous.” Dean said huskily.
“So are you…”
“I'm not the one with great tits here.”
“Take off your shirt then, let's put that to the test.” She purred against the skin of his mouth. Dean pulled back from her and yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Cheryl smirked, “Pants too.”
“Yes ma'am.” Dean breathed as he tugged his pants down and kicked them away. He'd waited for this moment for so long – looked forward to it – hoped for it, and it was about to happen.
Their mouths were on one another within seconds, their hands on each other's bodies. It was just the two of them, appreciating each other, caring for each other, adoring each other. Dean caressed her cheek and gently swiped her hair off of her shoulder so he could pepper kisses along her sensitive neck. Cheryl sighed pleasantly and he relished in it, he couldn't wait to hear what her moans sounded like – were they anything like his dreams?
“Do you have a condom?” Cheryl breathed, her breath hot against his ear. Dean grinned into her neck and nodded slowly, he always had condoms – that was a silly question. “Yeah, in my room.” He replied huskily.
“Go get them, I'll be waiting here for you.”
“Oh… will you?” He smirked and groped her ass cheeks. Cheryl giggled softly and pressed a chasting kiss to his lips. “Hurry up. Don't keep me waiting.” She said. As if Dean would ever make her wait for him.
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Cheryl fell back against the plush pillows and her hair fanned out across them. Dean gently traced his hands down her stomach before hooking his fingers under the band of her cotton panties and dragged them down her thighs and tossed them away. She was now in all her glory before him – beautiful and waiting for him to touch her. Dean let out a heavy breath and his eyes zeroed in on her wet cunt. “Fuck, babe…” He groaned as he climbed on top of her, pinning her to the mattress with his weight. Cheryl cupped his cheek once he was face to face with her and traced his lips with her thumb. She was a little nervous – but it was a good kind of nervous. The kind that had butterflies and the clenching of the heart.
She spread her legs wide and urged him closer to her by hooking a leg around his waist. “We have to be quiet, can you be quiet?” Cheryl whispered against his lips.
“Can you?”
“Depends how good you are.” She smirked. Dean also grinned and teasingly traced her inner thigh, slowly inching up closer to where she needed him most. Finally, he cupped her pussy and dragged his fingers through her folds and over her clit. Cheryl sucked in a sharp breath and her brows furrowed at the wonderful feeling. Her reaction only made his stupid grin widen, “So wet, for me?” He asked as he gently pecked her lips. She nodded fervently and moaned softly when he swiped over her clit again. Oh, that sound. The sound of her moaning for him, God, he wanted to listen to that sound all of the time.
Dean continued to toy with her, watching intently as Cheryl writhed in pleasure underneath him. Just watching her like this had him rock hard – his dick was straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs – begging to be touched, begging to be inside of her. Cheryl let out a whine and tossed her head back, “Stop teasing me and just fuck me!” She said, exasperated. Her plea was a little too loud, it had them stop for a moment and listen for any signs of Carlos or Sam being awake. Thankfully, a loud snore sounded from the next room over and they both sighed in relief.
Once it was safe, Dean smirked. “Needy,” he says as he kisses her, “but, if you want me to fuck you, then I guess I have to.”
“Por favor…” Cheryl begged. He knew what por favor meant, she was saying please.
Please, please, please. Chanting it like a prayer. He wanted her to say his name like that – over and over. And soon, she was. She was saying his name like that, chanting it over and over. Like a prayer.
“Dean,” Cheryl gasped. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he continued to thrust into her, slow and deep. Dean wanted to enjoy this, he didn't want it to be fast – he didn't want it to be forgettable. He didn't want to treat her like some slut, he wanted to show her he cared. Dean let out a tiny moan when her walls throbbed around him, he had been trying to be quiet, but it was just so hard. To stifle his moans and hers, he smashed his lips into hers and increased the pace of his thrusts. Cheryl breathed him in, she wanted to feel him, feel all of Dean. Not just the physicalities, but him.
His heart, his soul, his love. She wanted to feel him. Two hearts beating a thousand miles per hour, yet somehow they were in unison. His, hers, his, hers. Dean's, Cheryl's, Dean's, Cheryl's.
Cheryl lifted her hips to meet each of his thrusts, and the bedframe creaked with fervour. They were nearing the end, she knew, she could feel it. Dean was growing sloppy, becoming more vocal and his hands fisted the sheets. Thankfully, he was wearing a condom so they didn't have to worry about a baby, they could enjoy their time together. She crossed her legs over the small of his back and moaned against his lips. “Come, I want you to come.” She panted. Cheryl's brows knitted together and she squeezed her eyes shut as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot deep within her. God, it felt good. He felt good. “Come for me, cariño…”
And so he did, but not without making sure she did first.
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Now, they both lay in bed all sweaty with nothing but the sheets covering them. They were much too hot for the blankets. Cheryl had her head on Dean's chest, she was listening to the beat of his heart and tracing little shapes on his skin with her fingertip. They were silent for a long while, only trying to catch their breaths. Cheryl snuck a glance at the clock, it was just a little past one in the morning.
Dean was warm, she liked that. “I had fun, did you?” Cheryl asked finally.
“Yeah – I mean, hell yeah,” Dean said quickly. He rubbed her shoulder back and forth and smiled faintly. He did like it, his dreams couldn't even compare to the real thing. It was amazing. “Did you, uh, feel safe?” He asked.
“Yes, I did. Thank you.”
“Don't thank me, jus’ doing my job as a good boyfriend.” He chuckled softly.
“I guess so, I still appreciate it,” Cheryl whispered. Dean nodded slowly and began to thread his fingers through her hair, gently playing with it. “Can't wait to do that a-fucking-gain. You're awesome in bed.”
“I barely did anything… you should wait until I finally blow you, I get nothing but compliments.” She snorted.
“Well damn, babe. You got me all excited now.” He grinned and waggled his brows.
Cheryl rolled her eyes playfully and smacked his chest, “We're not going again tonight, I'm tired.”
“Okay, okay, tomorrow?”
“Maybe if you're on your best behaviour, now I'm gonna go pee before I fall asleep. I don't want a UTI.” Cheryl sighed as she reluctantly climbed out of bed. She plucked Dean's discarded shirt off of the ground and pulled it over her head. He caught a glimpse of her tattoos before – but he wasn't focusing on them. He saw the faded and blown-out red axe on her hip, and the small lilies on the side of her ribs. Dean didn't think to look for the tattoo she said was under her breasts. “Stealing my shirt, huh?” He grinned.
“Isn't that what a girlfriend is supposed to do?”
“Yeah, guess so. You gonna steal my boxers too?”
“Can I?”
“Go for it, girls are hot in a guy's boxers.”
Cheryl smiled and put on his boxers before jumping into bed to plant a quick kiss on his lips. “Am I hot in your boxers?” She asked in a breathy whisper. Dean nodded fervently and set both of his hands on her ass, he liked how it felt. “Yeah – hell yeah, fuckin’ sexy.”
“Mmm, good…” She kissed him again before slinking away. “I'll be back, just gonna piss and wash my face.”
“Don't keep me waiting.” Dean winked.
“Wouldn't dream of it.” Cheryl smiled.
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Dean inspected a ship in a bottle carefully, he angled it around and closed one of his eyes so he could peek inside it. He always wondered how they got the ships inside of the bottles. Cheryl was to his left, Carlos to his right, and they were both talking about the pattern of the ghost; he killed those who had spilled their families' blood. Now that they knew who the ghost went after, they could confirm their safety. None of them had murdered their family members, and they could say that with confidence.
Frantic knocking began to sound at the door, and it soon turned into pounding when they didn't answer fast enough. Carlos groaned and pushed himself up from his spot, “I'm comin’, I'm comin’,” Carlos huffed as he opened the door. When it was none other than a panicked-looking Bela on the other side of the door, he was quite tempted to slam it in her face. She raised her hands pleadingly, “Please! Just let me explain!” She begged.
Now, Dean circled Bela like a hawk ready to kill at any sudden movement. Bela sat in one of the chairs drawn to the middle of the room, her hands in her lap. “I sold it. I had a buyer lined up as soon as I knew it existed.” She said. Dean clenched his jaw as he made it behind her back, and he discreetly made a shooting motion with his two fingers above her head. She fucked them over and made Cheryl feel stupid. As far as he knew, she was no better than dead.
Sam cocked a brow and folded his arms over his chest, “So the whole reason for us going to the charity ball was…?”
“I needed a cover,” she shrugged, “you were convenient.”
Sam sighed, “Look, you sold it to a buyer. Just go buy it back.” He also wanted nothing to do with her, he had the same feelings about her as Dean. Bela's lips thinned, “It's halfway across the ocean, I can't get it back in time.”
“In time for what?” Cheryl finally asked. Bela hung her head and closed her eyes as she sighed deeply. Now this was straight-up karma. “I saw the ship.” She confessed. Dean's brows shot up and he scoffed, “You what?” He began to chuckle and slowly shook his head, “Wow, you know, I – I knew you were an immoral thieving con artist bitch, but just when I thought my opinion of you couldn't get any lower-”
“What are you talking about?” She interrupted.
“We figured out the spirit's motive,” Cheryl began smugly with her arms crossed, and Sam raised a photo of a period-dressed man for Bela to see, “this is the captain of our ship. The one who hung our ghost boy.” She said.
“So?” Bela scoffed.
“So they were brothers. Very Cain and Abel. So now our spirit, he's going after a very specific kind of target – people who've spilled their own family’s blood. See first there was Sheila who killed her cousin in the car accident, and the Warren brothers, who murdered their Father for the inheritance. And now you.” Cheryl shrugged. Bela paled and her jaw went slack, so that's why the spirit chose her. “Oh my God…” She breathed. Dean smirked and began to circle her again, taunting her. “So who was it, Bela? Hmm? Who'd you kill? Was it Daddy? Your little sis, maybe?”
“It's none of your business.” She spat.
“No? Right. Well, have a nice life – you know, whatever’s left of it,” he slapped her on the back and made his way to the door, he plucked his jacket off of a hook, “let’s go, guy's.” He huffed.
Dean also took Cheryl's coat off the second hook and handed it to her, just as Bela jumped to her feet with wide eyes. “What?! You can't just leave!” She exclaimed.
“Watch us,” Dean growled.
“Please,” Bela begged, “I need your help.”
“We don't owe you shit, why should we?” Dean asked with a scoff. Bela didn't reply, she only hung her head and fiddled with her fingers nervously. He was right, they didn't owe her anything, but she still needed help.
Carlos’ lips thinned into a straight line, he felt bad for her, pity, almost. “You do realize you sold the one thing that could save your life?” He asked.
“I'm aware.” She replied sadly.
“Well,” Sam sighed and he looked at both Cheryl and Dean before continuing, “maybe not the only thing…”
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The moon rose high in the sky, full and reflecting a light luminous glow. The five of them surrounded a grave where they had five tall candles lit and flickering with two small bowls in the centre. Cheryl had drawn a pentacle with white chalk around the setup, and put some herbs into one of the bowls while Sam poured some thick red liquid into the second bowl.
Bela huddled into her jacket and silently cursed herself for not wearing a warmer jacket. Dean was leaning against a bigger gravestone, a Glock in hand. She shivered and glanced at Carlos then Dean. “Do you really think this is gonna work?” She asked.
“Almost definitely not.” Dean sighed. Thunder crashed and it quite quickly began to pour, the wind whistled painfully and cut through their clothes. Cheryl gasped and shivered, she hated the cold, and she hated it even more when her hair got wet when she wasn't washing it. Dean stood up straight and glanced around, clutching the gun tight in his hand. “Sammy! You better start reading!”
And so he did. “Aziel, Castiel, Lamisniel, Rabam.” Sam called upon them before continuing to chant in Latin. Carlos knew Latin among many other things, he and Sam had made sure this ritual was the real deal before they used it. Carlos and Sam were both the smart ones. The rain somehow grew heavier and thunder boomed. Cheryl gasped as a familiar heavy feeling in her heart and ringing in her ears set in. Before the phantom even made itself known, she knew where it was and that it was here. “Dean! Behind you!” She screamed over the pouring rain. Dean's eyes widened and he whipped around just as their ghost boy dressed in pirates clad materialized. So her ability to sense ghosts really did work.
But before he could do anything, the ghost had whipped him back by some unforeseeable force and knocked him into a far tomb. The phantom persisted, however, he wafted over to Bela and placed one of his cold dead hands on her face. Bela began to cough up water – a lot – and she fell to her knees, clutching at her throat desperate for air. Carlos grunted and glanced back at Sam, his curly locks now sopping wet. “Read faster!” He yelled before he sprinted over to kneel next to Bela. He set either of his hands on her arms, helping her through her heaves.
Thankfully, the rain was starting to die down and Bela wasn't coughing as much – but the spirit was still here. A loud creak like an old door opening sounded and the pirate's eyes narrowed. He slowly turned, only to be face-to-face with his brother. The one who hanged him, who betrayed him. His nostrils flared and he clenched his jaw, “You hanged me!” He boomed.
“I'm sorry.” That was all his brother said.
“Your own brother.”
“I'm so sorry!” The ghost grit his teeth before charging his brother with a primal yell. As the two collided, a giant splash of water engulfed the two of them before they disappeared.
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Dean and Sam were packing up the last of their things in the main room quietly. Dean made sure to hide the box of condoms he bought this morning by putting a t-shirt over it. Now that he and Cheryl were having sex (great sex, by the way), they had to be safe – they didn't want a baby, after all. A baby right now may be the worst thing that could happen. He knew she wouldn't get an abortion being Catholic and all, unfortunately.
The front door swept open and in strolled a much better looking and well-rested Bela. She grinned, “You boys should learn to lock your doors. Anyone could just barge in.”
“Anyone just did. Did you come to say goodbye or thank you?” Sam asked.
“I've come to settle affairs.” She said before tossing them each a stack of money and then one each for Cheryl and Carlos. “Ten thousand, that should cover it. I don't like being in anyone's debt.”
“So ponying up ten grand is easier for you than a simple thank you?” Dean asked. Bela smiled faintly and Dean scoffed before shaking his head. “You're so damaged.”
“Takes one to know one. Goodbye, lads.” Bela hummed as she turned to leave them.
Sam sighed and focused his attention on the stack of money she gave each of them. “You have to admit, she has style.” He said.
“I suppose,” Dean replied.
“Hey, where are Cheryl and Carlos anyway?”
“Dunno, said they'd be back soon though.”
~
Cheryl passed the blunt back to Carlos and exhaled slowly. “So, Alejandro wants us to come to New York? He say why?” She asked.
“Said he's super busy with surgeries and needs help getting rid of a ghost in his new house, nothing serious,” Carlos answered before taking a drag. Getting high was one of their favourite things to do together – plus, they weren't sure if Sam and Dean were cool with it. Cheryl nodded slowly and bit her lip hard, he was her best friend – her partner in crime – literally. She couldn't resist not telling him about her and Dean any longer.
“Dean and I are dating… we have been for two weeks now…” She whispered. Carlos’ eyes widened and he coughed on the smoke that he inhaled – so bad that he began to turn red. Cheryl gasped and smacked his back a few times, hoping it'd help. “It's not that shocking! You're so dramatic!”
“Uh, yeah it is. You managed to keep a secret from me for two weeks?”
“Yeah… I'm surprised too.” She trailed off. Carlos narrowed his eyes and swiped his tongue across his lips as he stared at her. She had a boyfriend – and he hated the guy, but if she was happy, he was happy for her. “So… what have you guys done?” He asked.
“Well… normal couple stuff, I guess? I don't know what you're asking.”
“Have y'all fucked?” He deadpanned.
“That's none of your business!” She hissed.
“Oh! So you have! My, my, Cherry, look at you!” Carlos teased. Then, he got an idea. A wonderful idea.
“Why don't Sam and I go up to New York? And you and your boyfriend have alone time?” He waggled his brows and grinned.
“You'd do that for us?”
“I'd do that for you, not him. But, yeah.”
“Carlos… gracias…”
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"Specimen." Connor x Venom reader. *2*
Description: Y/n, a girl who's been alone her whole life, decides to change when an alien from the sky corrupts her body. Learning to cope with the symbiote named Venom, the two figure out a way to help put an end to disgusting humans who pick on the weak. But what happens when a certain Android detective is on her tail as if he was attracted to her all this time?
Warnings: Drama, blood, violence, stuff from the game, you know, the usual from Detroit become human.
Other things:
-I do not own Detroit Become Human; they belong to the owners and creators of the game.
-We will be following both Markus and Connors's side because the reader is with the deviants, while Connor, you know, does his cop duties, lol.
-Y/n is a human girl who is then corrupted by Venom; if you don't know who Venom is, then I recommend watching the movie about him, then that will sum it up for you.
Enjoy the second chapter, everyone. :)
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"You just don't know when to fucking quit do ya?" It was early morning the next day, and Hank was not having it at all.
Connor showed up same time he did, as both of them were now in the elevator going to the third floor. "Sorry, lieutenant," Connor spoke, turning to him. "I have to work with you until I accomplish my mission." Hank let out a growl. "Just don't get in my way, so we won't have problems. I hate working with other people, let alone a fucking android." Connor stood there for a second, an awkward silence arising as the elevator rose.
Breaking the Silence, Connor got out a notebook containing peak information on previous cases or current cases they have gone through. "I've been digging into the crime scene photos of Ortiz's house, especially the attic when that woman took the deviant." One of Hanks's eyebrows rose. "Ok, and? Our men found no traces of her up there; what will you get out of some crime-scene photo. And to be clear, how do we know she's even a girl? It could be a guy." Connor went silent for a moment. "She couldn't have been a male, my scanners scan her body, and it's in a shape of a 21-22-year-old woman." Hanks's eyes widened slightly. "A girl in her early twenties, escaping with the deviant and knowing the ropes of fucking up crime scenes at that young age, something tells me that she's been doing this for a long time, even before she turned an adult." Connor nodded. "Correct, either she had some help taking the deviant, or this was planned before the police even found out, maybe weeks prior." Hank put his hand to his beard, thinking of different solutions. "Do ya think she had her eye on this Android before the murder?" Connor went silent briefly before scanning multiple scenarios, some matching, some not.
"That could be a possibility; past cases state that deviants have been saving other 'deviants' like they turned into superheroes or are known as guardian angels." Hank got weird chills down his spine. "Shit...so androids believe in God, lord help this fucking world..." He then sighed. "Ok...so what about the girl? Is she a guardian Angel, A Superhero, or even human?" Glancing back at the photo, Connor blinked, looking at the traces of Venom that you purposely left behind. "She is definitely a human, no doubt about that, but the traces of slime I found on the photo doesn't seem to be 'human.'" Hank chuckled, getting a nervous feeling. "So she's possessed? That ain't the creepiest shit I ever seen." "She is not possessed, lieutenant. If she were to be possessed, her eyes would have gone all black or white; her eyes were completely normal. You saw her when she escaped; she just disappeared. I saw black slime come out of her back, she was definitely Human, but the thing inside her was not. It could be a SuperPower, an alien, or a disease that she uses to help her save the deviants; my scanner has run up many hypotheses and theories, all so different. This human deviant could block my shots and teleport away from the house easily; it tells us she's more dangerous than she really is. we better be careful when furthering into this investigation." Hank was silent before nodding as the elevator door dinged at their destination.
"Yeah...and hopefully, this time, our deviant gets taken away-" "Hello, detective." He and Connor paused, looking at an unfamiliar girl wearing a fancy work suit. Her hair was H/c, tied up into a simple yet low ponytail. Her eyes were a beautiful E/c, while her height was just standing at Y/H. (Your height.) Files grasped your hands as your right hand pushed up your glasses, a beautiful smile plastering your lips. Connor was trying to scan you, but the files he read were unknown, with no background or family; it just shows that you're working for the FBI.Confused, Hank walked closer, Connor soon following behind. "Who the hell are you supposed to be?" Smiling, you stepped closer. "My name is Y/n, L'n's, and I am from the FBI." Hank's eyes widened when you showed him your badge. "So the FBI is on our backs? Christ, can this day get any fucking worse? Why would the Feds send you here, to a police department?" You hugged the files closer and followed the two toward the lieutenant's desk. "I assure you, lieutenant, I am not fond of this either, but you and I know deviants rule the streets and must be stopped. That is why I am here. The streets are filled with crime and unidentified androids, which can get more dangerous in town areas. Especially when the deviant savior is roaming the streets." Connor raised an eyebrow to you. "Deviant Savior?" You looked at him, finally getting a good look at the RK 800, as the thoughts you thought about him earlier were defiantly not wrong.
Kamski knew what he was doing when he designed the androids, and he spent extra care and time on this one.
Feeling like you were staring and gushing at him for too long, you shook your thoughts before smiling again. "Connor, right? You're the deviant sent by cyber life?" He nodded. "Yes, and I believe we're unaware of your presence, Agent L/n's." You chuckled, waving his comment off. "Please, call me Y/n; I hate the 'Agent' stuff; unsurprisingly, Fowler didn't tell you; it was a last-minute decision. If I needed to hunt down the deviants and the Deviant savior, he told me you two were the best on the field." "Yeah, well, about that..." Hank let out an annoyed sigh, his eyes glaring up to you. "If you want to start today, it will be a bit before we can catch another deviant; the one we tried to capture yesterday escaped; maybe with the Deviant Savior, your little mouth's been yappin' about."'Confused,' one of your eyebrows rose while looking behind, your thumb pointing to the back where the interrogation room would be. "You mean that deviant?" Confused, Hank looked that way to see the subject sitting there, pacing back and forth. His eyes widened, as of Connors. "Y-Yeah..." Hank mumbled, thinking he saw things, as his hands rubbed his eyes, only to see the deviant still there. "Shit...I need a vacation...ok Agent, if you are so smart, how did it get here? It teleported away from us, so there's no way he would have just walked right in here. I bet it was fucking Gavin, that stupid piece of the prick of an asshole-" "Oh, Detective Reed didn't bring him in; I did. " He turned to you, soon crossing his arms with a slight chuckle.
"You? You brought him in?" His question had you nodding, the stupid smile still plastered to your face. "I found him in an alleyway, all bloodied and beaten up. He looked rather suspicious, and when he tried to run away, I knew he was a deviant, which made me want to take him in. So, it's exactly what I did. I'm sorry to concern you, Lieutenant, I was just trying to do my Job-" "Well, next time you try to do your job, leave the 'finding deviants' to the fucking professionals, got it? You can't just walk in here, high and mighty because of your FBI, and fuck up the investigation. I'm in charge, and you will not do this again, right?" Silent momentarily, you glared at him momentarily before he turned and walked away. Connor was just silent as he turned to you. "Can you tell me more about the Deviant Savior? What does it look like? What are its intentions?" With a sigh, you turned to him while setting the files down. "You are a curious one, aren't ya? Well, I guess you could know, but it would have to be an explanation for later, let's just say, about the Deviant Savior, think of her as a Guardian Angel, but for Androids, because that's how they view her. I'm guessing bt the questions you asked me you've met her before, right?" He nodded. "Yes, we saw a female figure with the deviant you brought in. She was wearing all black and red, covering her head with a cloak. She blocked my attacks before I could get to them and teleported away. It was like she was inhuman like she wasn't a regular Woman."
"Well, that's some good thinking, Connor; saying that a Woman blocked your attacks easily seems normal, but teleporting away, just seems absurd. It's the same description everyone has been describing her, teleporting away, black goop coming from her back, heck, some even rumored that she kills her own kind." Connors' eyes widened slightly. "You mean she has killed other humans?" "Seems crazy, right? But, I'd think to know this Deviant Savior defeats all kinds, Androids or humans; it's just a matter of who's picking on the weak." "I see.." Connor looked down slightly, taking in on what you just said. "So, she could be on her own side, a Savior to all...I will investigate her further; thank you for the information, Detective. It will not go to waste." Smiling, you patted his shoulder. "Your welcome, Connor, and please, just call me Y/n; I hate the formalities-"
"Connor!" Both of you turned, seeing Hank with a new cup of coffee; he motioned Connor to follow as he turned back to you. "Will you be interrogating this Deviant with us?" "You smiled more. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Now, you should go before your partner drags you out." He nodded to your question. "Indeed, I'll see you later....de-I mean, Y/n." Watching him turn, he headed towards Hank, who threw a file into the hands of the androids. "What did she discuss with you? nothing threatening, I hope." Connor looked back as you were checking messages on your phone. The light behind beamed onto your form, radiant hair, and skin, and self-reflected around the police department. Remembering the information he just gave you about the Deviant Savior, he turned back in front and looked at Hank. "Just some useful information about the Deviant Savior; she knows a lot about her, for a Human. She must have been investigating it for a long time." Hank scoffed. "Yeah, feds tell you that stuff for believing their lies. Look, she seems like a nice girl, but we need to keep our guard up, the feds are already shady as they go, and if we do something wrong, the case is theirs, no questions, if's, and's or but's about it. Now, look through those files and follow me, if we can get this tin-can bastard to talk, then we can look further into the investigation." As Hank walked ahead, Connor soon followed, listening to Hank's instructions as he looked through the files, quickly and efficiently. Watching the two heads that way, your mouth formed a smirk before Venom popped out of your back, Time suddenly stopping as he awakened from his nap. 'The hell just happened-WOAH. WHY ARE WE AT THE POLICE?!'
"Good morning, buddy! Nice nap?" 'Don't give me that bullshit, and tell me what's happening. I was asleep for two days, and you're already entering enemy territory? And I thought I was stupid for almost pushing that Simon Tin-Can off the building.' 'You missed a lot, I'll have to fill you in later-wait, you pushed Simon off the building?!'
'Hints the word 'Almost.' He ate my chocolate cake; it was the last one before the world went to shit. No one else would have punished him for his crimes, so I made him wet his pants a little; you should've seen his face; he looked like a constipated child, waiting for their shit to finally come out of their asshole.' Your eyes rolled. "First of all, that's a little harsh; second, Androids don't even have human boul functions, so they can't pee; and third, you need to apologize to him when we return. No wonder he was acting bossy; you started it."
'Like hell! I won't apologize to that lying piece of Tin! He shouldn't have eaten my piece of chocolate cake, then! He basically started it! It's like when you and North fought for a fucking month over some stupid Skittles that were in a crate we ravaged back at Cyberlife.'
"Ok, I had a reason to fight for those; she can't even eat; she just likes the texture in her 'mouth.'" 'Ok, and you still got revenge; Sad you didn't kill the bitch, but you still got revenge, why can't I?' "Because Simon is important to the team, you can't kill him, and I can't kill North, so we both have to stick with them, whether we like it or not." 'I hate that your fucking right all the time....why can't you be president instead of that old hag of a human?' "Because I flunked out of law school and invited your ass to come inside me to be your vessel." '......oh, I'm so sorry.' You shrugged. "No biggie, my life is way more impressive now than it would have ever been, I can't Imagine what the old hags do off camera, now are you done being a Mr grump grump, or are you going to be reasonable during the 'interogation?' 'If the decoy fucks up I blame you.' "Why?! Your the one who made it! It was North's Idea anyway!" 'I'm just saying, they are all counting on you, including her, so If you or the Robo Cop finds a way for it to give the police information, while having the thing kill itself with no one else in harms way, then you should be fine, no pressure.' Feeling him go back into your back, you took a deep breath before time started again, leaving Connor and the department being able to move again, knowing little and having no Memrory of what just happened. Looking at your coffee, you sipped it one last time, as you grasped it more into your hands, yourself getting off the desk you were leaning on.
Hopefully, thinking as you walked, this decoy Venom has made will do the trick for the police because If that RK 800 finds out this is all a rouse, you and Jerhico might be discovered, and Venom or yourself might be separated and arrested, or worse, even killed. So this operation must go smoothly, all of the androids and Jericoh are all counting on you...because...
'You're the Deviant savior after all.'
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"Why did you do it...? Why did you kill him?" It was investigation time, and Hank had been trying to talk to your decoy for hours, but nothing coming out of its mouth. Venom and you designed it so that only Connor could speak to it. He was beside you, as another person you didn't recognize was leaning against the wall, closer to the non-see-through glass, the three of you carefully listening in. "How long were you in the attic? Who was that girl who took you away?" No answer, just a long, filled noise of silence. Hank couldn't get anything out of the thing as the deviant kept looking at the table, his hands cuffed to the metal below him. "Why did you take the girl's hands? Why did you want to run away? Scared? Scared that we might have killed ya? Because you killed that man, and your fleeing with her might have something to do with it." Again, nothing. The silence started to piss Hank off, and he cursed under his breath before getting up from the chair and exiting the room. 'If he isn't a stupid, brainless human, he would have him talking by now.'
'Be quiet; he tried his best.' 'Yes, he did, and we designed this stupid decoy for only the Rk 800 bastard to talk to; this old hag isn't going to do shit.' 'Just trust in the process, Venom; Connor will soon ask questions, I know it. That's why Cyber life brought him in, remember?' 'Yeah, brought him in to help; I highly doubt these shit of humans would even let him near the decoy, let alone ask him some questions.' 'I know you're concerned for Connor, but he will get the decoy to talk; after all, if it destroys itself, we programmed it to tell Connor all he needs to know about the RA9, the I AM ALIVE sign, and even why Carlo's was killed by him, all we need is patience...' '...Fine, but if all of this blows over, you owe me another chocolate cake at the cafe ten blocks from here, got it?' You smiled. 'Got it.'
Eying the lieutenant more through the walls, he entered the room, and you heard some grumbles coming from his mouth. "We're wasting our time interrogating a machine where we'll get nothing out of it!" He snarled, sitting in the chair Beside you, as the guy on the wall chuckled. "You could always try ruffing it up a little; after all, it's not human." 'You disgust me; I'd rather eat someone than ruff them up; it makes it easier. Besides, androids have a wonderful minty aftertaste. ' Glaring at him harshly, you felt sick with his comment before Connor looked at him. "Androids don't feel pain. You would only damage it-" "And that wouldn't make it talk either; it would make it more freaked out than it already is."You added, looking back to the decoy. "Besides, putting more stress on the deviant will make it self-destruct; we don't want the whole building to go Boom, Boom." The man kicked off the wall, glaring harshly at you. "Ok, smartasses..." Stopping, his arms crossed again. "What should we do, then?" 'Throw you out the window, you human piece of trash.' As you and Connor looked at each other, you looked back at the man. "Connor could try questioning it; he was sent here for that reason. And if it doesn't work, I can try; it's my case, too." "Oh, I-i'm sorry, I didn't know the fed's own everything now; if this is your case, by all means, send the fucking coke can in; it's not like Hank and I have an opinion after all." 'Oh, there's always an option to eat and devour your bones.' "For fuck sake, enough, Gavin, roughing this guy up won't help; these two, that's all that's left; you two do on, the suspect is all your's." "Smiling, you stood up and looked at Connor. "Wanna interrogate him together? He might have a better chance of getting him to talk than with one person." Thinking for a moment, Connor looked at the deviant. "That might not be a bad idea, detective; let's go." Nodding, you followed, exiting the door and entering the interrogation side. The decoy immediately saw you, as your pointer finger quickly went to your mouth, wanting it to be quiet.
As Connor sat in front of the Devaint, he began to analyze him, every single movement, inch, and tech this android had on him. He even looked into his wounds. You went to the corner, leaning against the wall as your arms crossed, Venom reading his stress level at 35%. 'His levels are steady; we need the Robocop to get our decoy to 100% stress level for it to talk; we'll let it destroy itself, right?' You nodded. 'Yeah, because why would we give them more evidence? We don't want them too far ahead or too close to our tail; let's keep this thing simple and see what Connor can do.'
The file at the end of the table was now in front of your decoy as Connors's hands opened it, revealing a familiar picture of Carlos to the deviant. "Remember him? It's Carlos Ortiz, Stabbed 28 times." He flipped to the next picture; I AM ALIVE. "That is written on the wall with his blood." His stress level rose as Connors's head tilted slightly. "I detect an instability in your program; it can trigger an unpleasant feeling, like fear in humans." The decoy was still silent but looked up slightly to Connor, to you, then back to the table. ""You've been silent since they've arrested you. If you don't cooperate, they'll do things the hard way. Is that what you want?" The deviant's stress rose more, now at 43%. "You don't seem to understand the situation. You killed a human; they'll tear you apart if you don't say something." The stress level at 47%. "I'm here to help you...but you gotta trust me." Connor spoke, leaning more toward the deviant. "All I want is to get you out of here." He stated as the deviant's head looked up, himself hesitantly looking around. "W-What are t-they going to do to me..?" Connor was silent, alerting the deviant to freak out as he looked at Connor. "They're going to destroy me, aren't they?" "They're going to destroy you to look at your bio components; they have to if you don't tell us anything in use." "Why did you tell them she found me? Why coudln't you have her just take me to a safer place?" "She, in Meaning the girl who took you, who is she? What were her intentions with you?" The defiant was silent, but he answered “Nothing terrible to us, but to humans, she hates, she felt the same hatred towards my owner as I...she wanted to save me; she wanted me to have freedom; she was going to take me to a place where all androids Roam-free, where all called to RA9." "RA9… that symbol was written all over the shower walls in the bathroom. Was that what you're doing?" The deviant glared up at him. "It's the only way for him to see my message, my prayer....humans….they must be stopped." 'Damn it. He's getting nowhere; he's only at a stress level of 50%. He needs to be 100%. Can you do something? This Tin Can is getting me pissed."
You kicked yourself off the wall, grabbing a file from your coat as you stood beside Connor, slamming it to the table, the decoy jumping slightly. "28 STAB WOUNDS!" you snarled, both of your hands going to the table as you leaned closer to the decoy, face getting more irritated. "That's how many times you killed your owner, 28 times; if you really wanted to be free, then for murder, we would charge you the same for a human man, life to prison or sentence to death; you will get the same treatment if you don't speak. You hear me?! WHO IS THE DEVIANT SAVIOR? WHO IS RA9?!" You were very close to the deviant's face, his stress level skyrocketing from 50% to 80%. Venom lowered your voice slightly as the loudness and the deepness echoes the room. It shocked Connor slightly; his eyes looked around to see if anyone else was in the room, but no one was. Just you, and your incredible voice change. Gavin whistled behind the glass, shivers descending his spine while looking at a shocked but impressed Hank. "For a fed...she has good skills, scared the suspect and the tin can to death." Gulping, Hank leaned towards the glass more, his skin getting goosebumps. "She didn't just scare them...Holy shit... I-i think I might have just shit myself..." “what’s wrong Hank? Can’t take a little puberty?” Hank glared to him. “That was not puberty, smart ass, that…” Looking back to you, your eyes dug into the deviants soul, as a dark aroama formed around you, giving the interrogation room a different feeling from before. “That was inhuman.”
"You're not going to talk?" You asked, a small chuckle escaping your lips as you lifted up from the table, soon crossing your arms. "Probe his memory, Connor." The deviant's eyes widened as he looked at you, shocked. “How do you-is that is necessary? He answered my questions perfectly-“ “Just to it, Connor!” “But I-“ “DO IT!” The deviant face shot up, looking at the two of you now as his eyes were filled with fear. “W-What?! N-No, please, please don't let me relive what I've been through, no, NO, NO-" Connor grabbed hold of his head with both hands, a shit ton of information transferring from the deviant to him. After a lot of screaming from the decoy and around 15 minutes of containing said information, Connor was finished; as he quickly let go, the deviant's stress was entirely at 100 percent. Not seeing to investigate further, Connor looked at you, slightly overwhelmed by what he saw. “I have the information; we got all we need." Sensing some concern or remorseful emotion coming from him, you nodded, soon hopping off the table. "Let's get out of here then; we're done; take him back." Hank was hesitant at first but soon built up a little courage and got up from his Chair, Gavin sending his men in there to take the suspect back. But, as the bunch of you were about to leave, a loud bang arose, multiple actually.
*BANG!*
*BANG!*
*BANG!*
"What the hell?!" Hank went into the room and everyone turned to see the deviant banging his head against the wall, trying to kill himself directly. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IDIOTS?! STOP HIM!!" Gavin ordered, he and his men tried to hold the deviant back, but the deviant just kept slamming his head, as blue blood spread all across the table.
"H-He's too strong! I can't stop him!!!" Yelled an officer, who was still trying to stop it, but it kept going until his breathing and wiring were no more.
Slamming his head for the last time, he face-planted dead onto the metal surface, more blue blood escaping, splattering onto Hank and other officers.
You and Connor weren't surprised by this, but everyone else in the room felt goosebumps and vomit coming up from their throats. The deviant showing no signs of life. “W-What the hell-Just happened?" Hanked asked, trying to get his breath, as you simply looked at him, no emotion showing. "He killed himself because of high stress when Connor probed his memory. It's a way to get information about what happened, but instead of Connor getting it, they both got it, which brought anxiety and stress to the Suspect. That action was necessary since he wasn't talking or giving both of us helpful information; he got it himself. Now, we can really start the investigation; we're done here; if you'd excuse me, gentlemen, I will report to Fowler the incident." And with that, you left, leaving everyone but Connor in utter confusion and shock. But Connor wasn't just going to let you leave, as he followed you right out, Running to you. "Detective!" Stopping, you turned to Connor before smiling. "Connor, I told you to call me Y/n-" "How did you know I can probe Deviants memory? That's a tactic only Androids know." Not surprised that he asked this question, you sighed.
"I work with Androids, the Feds higher all kinds of different android Ranks, and my partners, just happen to be Androids." You lied, Connors LED turning yellow as he processed the information. "You knew the Probe technique would work; why didn't you tell me we needed to use it before going there?" Chuckling, your head shook."Connor, it was a last-minute decision, we were getting no answers from the deviant, and we had no time to discuss the matter; it seems that you did it right away when I asked, but you didn't have to do it. For the future and as a learner of experience, if you want things to work when having a partner or working with someone that's not an android, communication is something that I should have done. Another is standing up for what's right or wrong; if you thought probing the enemy's memory was a bad idea, it would have been wise to say something. Wrong feelings in dire situations can lead to good actions, but good feelings in dire situations can lead to bad decisions. Do you understand?" he simply nodded. "Yes, I think so." "Good, I know you and Hank might not trust me because I'm FBI, but the three of us have the same mission on our hands, to do what is right and to find the Deviant Savior, so we all have to work together whether we like it or not, so, I will take my leave and head to fowlers office, I will see you both when another case pulls up." Connor nodded. "Will do detective!” Turning with a sigh, you pointed to him. “We’ll work on that too, because my name is not detective Connor…”
“It’s Y/n.”
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prize counter girl ☆ five
➥ michael afton x camgirl!reader
you've been a camgirl for only a few months and everyone loves the content you post. when michael afton porn surfs to relieve his stress, he comes across your videos. the more he jerks off to your content, the more he's addicted. but it wasn't until, a few months later, he sees your familiar face as the new employee working at the prize counter.
chapter warnings. video chat sex reminiscing
notes. pcg is back yay !!! 🥳 i’d also like to say that the setting of our pizzeria is kind of a mix of dave n busters and the mega pizzaplex from fnaf sb. the arcade is rlly huge and colorful so like why not lol
pcg materlist • previous • chapter six
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Michael wanted to disappear the next morning at work.
Just for a few weeks of maintaining a restorative and healthy sleeping schedule for his new day shift, he had to fuck it all up again. Another sleepless, dreadful night. All because of steamy video chat sex with you. But he decided you weren't at blame for this. It's all his fault for going down this rabbit hole. Getting fucking corrupted by a camgirl that breathes the same air as him now; he did all of this to himself.
Tossing and turning, complicated thoughts racing erratically, shirtless and sweaty, flipping the pillow multiple times, shifting positions, craving for a sip of his water, feeling a constant discomfort, and the never ending flashbacks of you. With his struggle to fall asleep, it was all futile.
Michael couldn't keep his eyes open the whole morning. He knew it would be dangerous for him to drive at a drowsy state like this. So to make his morning much more worse, he called William to drive him to work.
Hearing his father babbling and getting mad for sleeping late drove Michael to pass out right on the passenger seat, his head slanted against the window and a bit of drool hanging off his bottom lip like a little kid. It wasn't until he was startled by him "accidentally" driving over curbs and not giving a shit about it.
When he arrived at the pizzeria and into the arcade, he noticed the lights were already on at the prize corner and the display shelves were mostly organized. The glass showcase counter was also cleaned. His gaze drifts to the opened prize stockroom, sauntering over to see you squatting down at the lower shelf to shove a box of candies in place.
Noticing his figure at the corner of your eyes, you turn at him and smiled. You were like a ray of sunshine pouring over him, a brief feeling of bliss washing out his exhaustion. Of course it had to be you making his rough morning feel slightly better.
"Hey. I came here a little earlier but you weren't here, so... I reorganized the candy island and cleaned mostly everything here. You okay?"
He cleared his throat, almost caught staring at you once again. "Yeah. Why— why wouldn't I be?"
"Um, you look dead." You stood up before him with your gaze wandering over his face, causing his heart to involuntarily pump faster.
Michael sighed. "Yeah, I didn't really get enough sleep last night. Didn't even have enough time or energy to fix myself so that's why I look like shit today."
"Aw. I'm sorry about that," you pout. "But you don't look that bad. I mean, I looked way worse after my first hangover, so..."
He chuckled lightly, catching a glimpse of his smile that looked adorable to you. "I just... I wish I was here earlier to help you."
"It's okay. I can take care of it from here," you assured, mirroring his smile coyly. "I think you should be checking the games. You're a maintenance guy, remember?"
"You bossing me around now?" he teased sarcastically as he pressed his shoulder against the doorway while folding his arms. "Can't believe the new girl on day one is telling me how to do my job."
"Well. I was gonna say something else about how messy your hair was," you teased back.
Michael scoffed as he raked through his hair with his fingers. "Okay, yeah. I think we should get back to work now."
He makes way for you out the door, his gaze furtively following your figure moving past it made him hold his breath. The more your voice reverberated in his head, the more his heartbeat accelerated. It was something about the way your tone shifted coquettishly as if you were sweet talking him over the phone. The way your body inched ever so slightly closer as you playfully teased him.
Michael watches everything about you as if he was going to get quizzed on it. But there was something else lingering in his head that he couldn't wrap his finger on:
Were we flirting?
As the question remained unsolved, Michael started his day by performing the daily minor repairs on the game machines. He removed obstructions, repositioned mechanisms, and observed the machine operations to determine any malfunctions. So far, all game machines were fully functional and allowed for the point system to operate. Meanwhile you were counting the cash at the register, keeping track of merchandise inventory, and ensuring that all shelves and displays were maintained.
Thirty minutes before opening time, Michael spent it by playing the Super Shot game. With many thoughts running through his head, nothing could distract him from his winning streak and being skillful at basketball. As you were roaming about the arcade, you finally find him. You quietly watch from behind at how fluid his upper body movements were when he scores, completely stunned at his winning streak and his ability to never miss a shot.
"Wow. You're good at that," you complimented as you stood beside him.
Michael's body seized for a moment when he finally sees you, deeply flattered that you've been watching him play. "Uh— I'm just, you know. Testing the game, that's all. Does the prize corner look good?"
"Yeah. I think we're ready to go," you bantered.
The brunette man sighed down at himself, glancing at the Super Shot panel then furtively back at you. Suddenly, a random idea came across him when he picked up the Fazbear game card.
"Hey, uh... Before we go— 'cuz we only have twenty minutes— do you wanna see the secret technique for this game?"
Your eyebrows raise at him. "There's a secret technique? Like some kind of hack?"
"Mhm. It's the fastest way to get a lot of tickets," he asserted with a smirk, lowering his head and his voice to a whisper. "Don't tell anyone, though. I just know some cool hacks for a few games here since a lot of this shit is rigged. I can show you if you want."
You chortled at him. "Of course I wanna know! Show me, please."
"Alright, alright." Michael chuckled as he swiped the card. He spoke as he demonstrated the steps to you. "Basically with the Super Shot game, after you swipe your card, press 'continuous' mode. When you play, don't try to get as many points as you can. Just get up to 42 points and then don't score anymore. When it's done, it should be looking like this and now you have infinite tickets..."
Every shy glance of his just lands back on your eyes as if he'll never land at anything more enticing. He could speak all day, elaborate about some arcade hacks like a nerd and let his mouth run while his brain goes crazy over you.
I can't believe I was so tongue tied yesterday with her. Now look at me— all confident and talkative this morning. But yet, I'm still nervous...
"Man. If only I knew about this like way back then at this other arcade," you bantered. "Would've been very helpful winning this one prize I've always wanted."
"What was it?" Michael asks.
"It was a jumbo Hello Kitty bear plush. I think it was around thirteen thousand tickets? Can't remember, but I was very dedicated on winning it."
Hello Kitty bear plush... I'll keep that in mind.
Michael suddenly glanced down the row of arcade machines and noticed William. He was passing by to supervise the place and keep everything organized before opening. The man halted when he caught glimpse of the two of you together.
"Michael. Y/N. It's almost 10 AM," he called out. "Be where you need to be before a customer walks in."
"Yes, father. We'll be on our way." Michael shoved the game card in his back pocket and adjusted his uniform, sighing in dismay that he didn't get to spend more time talking with you.
"So... you're not gonna be with me at the prize counter the whole time, right?" you asked as you walked beside him down the arcade machines.
"Sadly not. My father put me in charge of a lot of things downstairs and upstairs. But don't worry— I think you can handle it without me," he reassured with a small smile.
For some reason his reassurance and comfort enlightened you. Ever since your first time meeting Michael and spending more time together, you became very fond of him. You credit his ability to connect, communicate, and be understanding of each other's strengths and limitations. Hell, he's a very attractive employer as well. Maybe once or twice you've stared into his features when he's looking away. He almost looked oddly familiar to you, as if you met him somewhere else before, but couldn't quite put your finger on it...
"Aw. I mean, yeah I'll be fine," you beamed. "Thanks for everything."
Michael mirrored your smile, having another thought surface in his head. "Of course. And uh... if you want, during our break... do you want to play some games together?"
As if your smile just couldn't get anymore wider across your face it made your cheeks ache. "That would be nice! You're so sweet, Michael. Like, literally the sweetest manager ever."
He chuckled it off, staring down at the ground while trying to conceal his reddened face. This amount of boldness and confidence was never brought out of him before it was unbelievable. Trying to make a move on you, hinting his interest, and still putting more effort on trying to get to know you. It was a whole lot of progress compared to his resurfacing agitation and guilt yesterday. Even though his morning started off on a bad note, it gradually became better just like yesterday.
He had no idea how he did it. How he managed to be at ease and subsiding his nervousness. But as he tried to keep it up throughout the day, a new wave of guilt took over impulsively.
Michael couldn't keep staring at you while you were at work. Seeing you accompany the customers with their candies and prizes while leaning against the glass counter like that... your elbows pressing down, your arms relaxing on the surface, and your back arching slightly with your ass sticking out. As if you wanted him to see you like that from this distance; upstairs at the lounge area overlooking the pizzeria arcade.
He thought about the webcam sex you had with him last night. How you fingered yourself on your knees with your ass in the air. How much of a slick mess the both of you were. Your pretty cunt glimmering with your pussy juice from the sunset lamp lighting. As if he was staring at some magical oasis, basking in your seduction, melting at the sounds you make, and set ablaze from how insane you make him...
I was doing so good earlier. Now I'm fucking horny at work again.
Fantasies could only, unfortunately, remain as fantasies for Michael. When he's so fond of someone, specifically you, he'd hide away in his forbidden fantasies. Crushing over you that he's so curious about gives him a feeling of wanting to hide. Hide away in a safe place in his mind, imagining the infinite outcomes of fake scenarios.
What if I tell her?
What if I just tell her I'm Mike Shmidt?
What if, the more we get closer and closer throughout the days, I finally get it out of my system?
As much as Michael yearns for an opportunity to admit his truth and couldn't keep hiding this shit anymore, he's a coward deep down. He wonders about your reaction. How you would be able to process this information without ruining your work relationship. And hopefully not lead more suspicion to William, who already saw the both of you conversing and giggling together instead of working. But first, he needs to test the waters.
I wish I can be as bold as her and have no shame about what I do behind closed doors...
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the sea around us - chapter twelve
In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.
(rafe cameron x f!oc)
(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)
warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)
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It takes a few days, but we get the information we need about where the Royal Merchant is, and we figure out a way to get to it, with a submersible we borrowed from a lot where JJ's dad used to work. We just have to wait for the right weather to take it out.
I work a morning shift at Making Waves, then head out with Pope and JJ to do some deliveries for Heyward. We climb off the boat and go our separate ways, JJ staying on the boat to watch the rest of the deliveries and make sure nothing gets stolen while we walk down the beach, and up into the treeline where the businesses and people we're delivering to are. I decided to take a little wagon with me, to pull a couple of boxes instead of carrying them and taking multiple trips.
I get back after about forty-five minutes, seeing JJ and Pope sitting on the boat. "Hey, guys- hope I didn't keep you waiting!" I say, shielding my eyes from the sun as I walk down the dock. "Woah- wait, Pope, what happened?" I ask, dropping the handle on the wagon and climbing on the boat, walking up to him to get a closer look at his face. He's been beaten- badly.
"Your brother and his friends jumped him. Topper, Kegs, and your kook boyfriend Rafe fucking jumped him, Snowy." JJ says, clearly angry as he's pacing the boat.
"Holy shit, Pope..." I sigh, sitting in front of him. "Let me see.." I say, slowly moving his hand with a cloth away from his nose so I can get a better look at the damage. "I'm not a doctor, but I don't think anything is broken.." I say, he winces as I touch his cheek.
"Yeah, thanks." He replies bluntly. "Let's just drop it, okay? I'll be fine. We've got more shit to do." He adds, turning his face from me and standing up, going to start the boat. I get up and grab my wagon, pulling it on board and sitting down, waiting for us to leave.
"I'm so sorry, Pope.." I say. Truly, I feel horrible. Why on earth would my brother and his friends do something like this? Why would Rafe?
"You didn't do anything," Pope responds.
"Yeah, yeah. Nothing. Besides fuck a kook who slums with your brother. Real classy crowd you hang out with, Snowy." JJ says. He's clearly more upset than Pope.
"I didn't know they would do this... I don't know why they would. You've never done anything to them." I say, trying to understand myself. "I'm gonna call Rafe- he can answer to me."
I pull out my phone and JJ shakes his head. "Yeah, sure. Call the guy who just jumped your best friend. Good plan."
"Rafe didn't do anything..." Pope says, "He didn't stop them, but he didn't hurt me either."
"Yeah that's almost worse, Pope, but thank you," JJ responds and I decide just to text Rafe instead.
S: hi rafe
R: hi snowy, whats up
S: oh, you know, just doing some deliveries for heyward by the golf course.
R: shit
R: if you saw anything you shouldn't have, i'm sorry.
S: oh, you're only sorry if i saw you guys beat the shit out of my best friend? not that you did it?
R: i didn't mean it like that
R: shit
R: Snowy i am sorry, i knew i couldn't have stopped them.
S: pope said you didn't even try
R: listen. i am sorry, okay? it won't happen again. i promise. we're just all a little high and topper was mad that he saw a pogue near the course. energies just bounce off each other- you know kegs too he can't back away from a fight
S: that wasn't a "fight", that was an assault.
S: and i don't know what kind of weed you guys are smoking, but i have never wanted to hit anyone with a golf club when i'm stoned. personally.
R: i know, i'm sorry
S: whatever, rafe.
R: can i call you later so we can talk?
I sigh and shut my phone off, shoving it in my pocket. I knew everything was too good to be true. Now I just have to push any feelings I thought I had for Rafe back down and forget about him.
"Break up with your boyfriend?" JJ asks.
"He's not my boyfriend, JJ. I don't want to talk about it."
"What, so we're just gonna drop it?" He asks and I nod, but he and Pope share a look.
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"I'm so glad they're still doing this," Kie says to me as me, her, Pope, and JJ make our way down to the sitting area in front of a giant screen to watch the yearly film in the park. It's nice to take a break from everything. I nod at Kie and smile. We find a good spot right in the front and set down our stuff. "Aren't you guys glad I made you come?"
"Kie, you did not make us. You didn't make me, anyways. I wouldn't miss it." I smile.
"Oh yeah, ecstatic," Pope says and I gently kick him in the leg as Kie and I get up, going to get something to drink since the boys only brought beers. We aren't the biggest fans.
Right as Kie orders, we hear a familiar voice calling out to us. "Hey, Snowy, Kie." Fuck, it's Rafe, wearing a stupid yellow shirt and stupid red shorts that admittedly look so good on him. He looks so good. I sigh and push my hair back, also pushing back any thought about how much I truly like him. Kie looks over at me, confused. Pope, JJ and I decided not to tell her anything, considering she would likely take it out on me.
"Hey, what's up?" Rafe says as he walks up to us, a hesitant smile on his face.
"I'll, uh.. leave you two alone," Kie says, grabbing our drinks and walking off.
"Wait- Kie!" I call after her, but it's too late.
"Rafe," I say, looking up into his eyes and crossing my arms. He's smirking at me, and I'm finding it hard not to absolutely melt.
"Yeah, nice to see you too." He says sarcastically. "Can we talk somewhere private?"
"No, Rafe. I don't want to talk to you right now." I say, standing my ground. His gaze on me hardens and he sighs, taking his hat off and running a hand through his hair before turning around. He paces a couple of steps away and then back to me, just as I try to make my escape.
"Okay, come on." He says, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. God damn it- he knows I'm difficult, but also that I am not the type to make a scene over what looks like a domestic dispute.
"Put me down right now!" I say as he carries me behind the building and just past the treeline, away from everyone gathering to watch the film.
"No, no. I need you to listen to me." He said as he puts me down, grabbing a hold of my wrists.
"Please, enlighten me, why you would do that to my best friend. You know how much I care about them! I get that you don't like them but fuck, Rafe. He didn't do anything." I say angrily, trying to pull my hands away.
"Snowy, look at me." He says seriously, and I instantly stop. "I didn't want you to ever have to find out about this, and I know it's no excuse, but.." he trails off and sighs. "It wasn't weed. It was coke. Kegs was totally coked out, and so was I, and Topper, I just didn't think-"
I cut him off. "You guys do coke? Kegs, does coke?"
"Hey- lower your voice, okay? Listen." He says again, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me.
"I didn't want to tell you this because I'm trying to stop- I swear I'm trying to get my shit sorted out and it's just so embarrassing but you made me feel so normal again and I need that. I need you." He's staring at me so intensely, I can tell he's scanning my eyes to try and understand how I'm feeling before I say it. "With you, I feel normal, Juliette. Please. I'm sorry."
"Rafe, you're killing me." I sigh, closing my eyes for a moment. "I am sorry you are going through that. I truly am. But you can't hurt people like that." I say calmly, looking back up at him.
"Give me another chance, please."
"Why should I? Believe it or not, 'because I have a coke problem' isn't the most enticing reason." I say. I feel angry, but my words come out with a slight laugh- as if to comfort him through my own harsh words. It's hard to deny I want to give him this second chance as much as he wants it, maybe more.
"No, I know... I just, I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry, Snowy. You have to believe me." He pleads, desperation evident in his voice. I feel my heart beating in my chest, I already know I have to forgive him. "I wasn't like, myself, and I just didn't think but I promise I will be better. I'd never want to hurt you, and if that means your friends are included in that I will work on it. I just seriously haven't been this happy in so long, when I get to be with you I'm so happy."
"Don't hurt my friends ever again. And I will give you another chance." I tell him, brushing past his following comment. That's too much to unpack for me right now. I want to help him, so if I can help him and help my brother I will.
"Yeah, so, about that- yeah. Uhm, Snowy, listen-" He stammered.
"What? What did you do?"
"Nothing! I didn't do anything," He raises his hands defensively, letting me go now. "I'm just saying like- you know... We know what your boy Pope did. Okay? And Kegs and Topper are not planning to let it slide."
I pause for a moment and look at him confused. "What are you talking about?"
"It's just best that you get your friends and leave, okay?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Rafe. What did he do?"
"Listen, Snowy, I'm trying to protect you here, okay? Just do me a favor and get out of here."
I nod a little, still uncertain. "I'll see what I can do, but I'm not leaving without them."
He nods and wipes the sweat from his face with his hand. We start to walk back to the crowd that's now forming as the sun sets. "I'll talk to you later, okay? Thank you for hearing me out- Snow. You won't regret it." Rafe says, grabbing my arm just above the wrist and stepping close, to plant a kiss on my forehead before walking off to where I now see Kegs and Topper standing, staring at me once they see Rafe coming back.
I glare at them as I walk back over to my friends, sitting down between Kie and JJ on the ground.
"Hey, Snowy, how was it?" JJ asks, taking his hat off and putting it on his lap. "Uh, you know, getting fucked in the woods by the guy who beat the shit out of your best friend."
"What the fuck?" Kie asks, shocked as she looks between the three of us. "What happened?"
Kie's question goes unanswered. "I didn't fuck him, JJ," I say, looking over at him and then over to Pope and between the two of them. "Let me ask you guys this though- what the fuck did you do?" I ask, looking at them angrily.
"I don't know what you're talking about." They both said, shaking their heads and looking up at the blank screen.
"Oh god," Kie says. "I know that look."
"Rafe told me that they know what you did, and they plan on 'dealing' with it tonight, now that they've seen us here. So tell us what you did and we can try and get you out of repeating Pope's fate." I say, using finger quotations to emphasize 'dealing'. "I asked Rafe to stop them and he said there's no way. So you need to tell me what you did, and we need to leave. Like right now." I say as the screen lights up since it's almost dark enough.
"Shit," I mumble, knowing we can't leave during the movie. They'll find us alone.
"Uh, yeah, so we may have sunk Toppers boat," JJ whispers and I gasp.
"Are you guys kidding right now?" I whisper angrily, looking between the two of them.
"Guys, seriously? That makes us no better than them." Kie whispers. I sigh and shake my head, I guess we're gonna have to fight our way out.
An hour or so later, we're watching the movie when Pope leans over to JJ and whispers to him. "Dude, just hold it," JJ responds.
"Pope, seriously, you can hold a piss for forty-five more minutes until it's safe to leave," Kie whispers.
"No, guys, I seriously can't I have to go."
JJ and I look around, seeing Rafe, Kegs, and Topper standing near the bathrooms. Of course.
"Shit.." JJ says, just as I'm thinking the same thing. They get up and go together, heads down hoping they don't get seen.
They go back behind the screen instead, hoping to avoid the bathroom situation. Kie and I watch, then look at each other, as we see Topper, Kegs, and Rafe follow behind them. "Should we..?"
"Yep," I respond as we nod at each other and follow after them, grabbing our bags. As soon as we get behind the screen, we see Topper beating down on Pope, and Kegs about to swing at JJ. Again.
"No! Kegs, don't!" I shout, dropping my bag and making a run for them. Right before I reach my brother and friend, I'm intercepted by Rafe, blocking me, and immediately wraps his arms around me and lifting me up slightly to stop me.
"Rafe, no! Let me go!" I watch as Kie jumps on Topper, trying to get him off of Pope. I struggle in Rafe's strong grip.
"No. Stop, Snowy. Stop." Rafe says to me, his voice low as he holds me back, walking us away.
"Rafe, please.." I cry, hot tears streaming down my cheeks now. "Please, let me help them. Let me make them stop." He stops walking and holds me tight. Somehow, it turned into a hug as I'm crying in his arms, and he was trying to cover my face so I don't watch. He looks down at me, and then back at the boys fighting behind him, as he sees Kie struggling to get Topper off still.
He sighs, and I feel his shoulders and back tense.
"Stay here. Don't move." He says seriously, pulling away and grabbing my cheeks. "Stay. Here."
I watch as he lets me go, heading back over to Kegs and pulling him off of JJ by the back of his shirt. "Dude, let's just go, your sister is pissed, man. We got the point across. They won't mess with us again, bro." He says as Kegs looks up at me, seeing me standing there shaking and in tears, so he drops JJ's shirt, causing him to stumble back and fall. Before Rafe can grab Topper, Kie is setting the screen on fire, forcing them to bail.
"Shit, guys, let's go!" Topper says, getting off of Pope and taking off. Kegs and Rafe look at me for a moment before following.
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A/N;
Hey again, I loved writing this one. I promised it would get better :) We're getting there, lol.
Anyway should I make a taglist?? lmk if you would want to added to mine!
-R
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CHAPTER 8: "This Is everything I never wanted"
Ransom.
"Are you okay?" Tony asked. "Pretty comfortable" I laughed. In 6 hours, they build a room that is supposed to keep me safe. Not to mention the outside world. Tony called Maya. Luckily she got here within the hour. "We need some blood samples from you" I just nodded. Tony typed in the code and walked in.
I rolled up my sleeve as he sat down in front of me. He disinfected my arm and put in the needle. "So tell me are you and Steve dating?" he asked. I smiled sheepishly. "We're not exactly dating, I don't know what we are," I said. "But you slept with him?" he whispered. I swear for a second I could hear the room go silent when he asked that.
I knew he'd ask that question. I sighed. "I don't see why I have to talk to you about my sex life" I laughed, shifting uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude or anything I'm just looking out for you" I broke eye contact with him when he pulled out the needle. "Thanks" I placed my hand covering my arm with a cotton ball to stop the blood. "I'm just seeing where this leads me" Tony gave me a soft smile. "I hope it works out for you, you deserve to be happy" he squeezed my hands. "I'll be happy when I figure out what this all is," I said.
I laid down on the bed. "If you need anything tell JARVIS, and we'll make sure you'll get it" I smiled and nodded. Tony left to do whatever he had to do. "Wow, living like a queen" Maya chimed. "Must be a big change from the 40's" Maya stood there looking down at me. The feeling of impending doom took over me. Make it a trauma response. This sounded all too familiar.
I decided to push it down. I couldn't let this get to me. "I have always lived comfortably ma'am," I said. "It's easy when you go from one Stark to another" she spits. Damn what's her problem, I thought. I raised my eyebrows. "Jealous much?" I started to feel amused. As she heard the doors open, she ran to her desk.
Steve walked in, multiple bags in his hands. "Hey, I went to your apartment and bought back some of your stuff like books and clothes and blankets" My heart was beating so fast when I saw him. His eyes softened and he smiled so brightly. He set down the stuff in front of me. Carrying All of this stuff would've made me wheeze. "I'll ask Stark to open the door" he was soo giddy, almost, jumping up and down.
"I hope they find something soon" Steve stood so close to the glass it fogged. "I want you here with me we have a lot to catch up on" Tears sprung from my eyes. "Yeah, we do" laying my hand on the glass. We just kept looking into each other eyes like a couple of teenagers who were head over heels for each other.
"Oh, God please don't kiss the glass it's a hassle to clean," Tony remarked. We both blushed. "Sorry," I stepped back. I could see Tony grin. Steve turned around. "I brought some stuff for Ransom," he said. "Oh, how romantic" Tony laughed. I just sat down "Maya, how's the search going?" Steve asked. I looked up scared to say anything. Maya looked up with a smile. "You might just be the key to solving the common cold" she sounded like a kid in a candy store.
The one sentence sounded so familiar. "You know decades ago Howard said something like that too '' Steve noted. He turned to me trying to bring back the memory. "Yeah, I know I was there. '' I laughed.
1945.
"I can't believe it worked" Howard walked towards me and hugged me. His words sounded sad. "I'm sorry about Erskine" I caressed his arm. Howard looked away. I was looking to change the conversation. "Did they find Rogers yet?" I just asked. Steve ran off after the person who shot Erskine.
"It's no use to have a super soldier if he doesn't return" Peggy's voice was filled with worry. "He's going to be okay. '' I tried to reassure her. By this point, I was running out of empathy. This whole day was chaotic.
Right then, the door flew open as Steve walked in. A flood of relief went over the entire room. Steve was completely drenched. "Damn, you look like hell," I said. Peggy ran up to him with a blanket. Steve laughed at my remark. "I feel rather relaxed" he sat down with a grunt. I laughed silently. "I like this guy" I whispered to Howard. In turn, he grinned. "Shoot your shot" I shook my head. "I think Peggy will kill me" he laughed. "Oh she's nice" I turned my attention to Steve and Peggy.
He was now sitting on a tank top. A nurse was taking his blood. Someone grabbed Howard and Peggy's attention, so they had to walk out. Howard looked at me so I would distract Steve. I took a high chair and sat next to him. "Hi, I'm Ransom" I stuck out my hand and he shook it. "Steve Rogers" he smiled as he glanced up at me.
"How does it feel?" I asked. The nurse gave him something to clean his blood. She walked off with about 12 vials of blood. "Weird" he shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sorry I don't mean to make you uncomfortable" I apologized. He shook his head as he answered my question. "I just ran through New York barefoot in a shirt without an asthma attack" He chuckled. I gave him an understanding look. "Yeah, I don't run so I can't relate" he laughed.
God, he's gorgeous, I thought to myself. I tried to shake it off by telling myself I had a boyfriend. But it wasn't working. Damn, you're superficial, Ransom. My thoughts were interrupted as Peggy and Howard walked in again. I stood up from my chair quickly. I made my way back next to Howard. The Sargeant walked in.
Steve stood up, his shirt was still soaking wet. The blanket fell off his shoulders. "I'm reporting for duty sir" he straightened his shoulders and saluted. "We can't let you go now that the scientists are dead you're the last chance we got," he said. "Not to mention you cost us a bunch of money" Steve tightened his jaw. "But-" he was interrupted. "That's an order Rogers" With that he left the room.
"I can't just sit here and do nothing," Steve said as he plopped down again. We locked eyes. I could do nothing but just nod understandingly. "I'm sorry pal but he's right", Howard said, adding salt to the wound. "You are the key, your blood might be the cure to the common cold" I looked away.
2011.
Tony was standing behind Maya also looking at the screen. Tony looked amazed. "This is amazing" I looked at Steve but he seemed as clueless as I was. "It's like you have two bodies I can't explain it" She leaned her head on her hand and looked at the screen trying to figure it out.
"Your abilities are similar to those of the Extremis serum Created by AIM, but we've found that they result from a unique genetic mutation."I raised an eyebrow. "A mutation? What kind of mutation?"
Maya pulled up a holographic display of my DNA sequence. "We've identified a specific set of genes in your DNA that are responsible for your enhanced abilities. These genes are unique to you, and we believe they were activated by a rare combination of environmental factors, such as exposure to certain chemicals and radiation." I leaned forward to get a better look at the display. "So, what do these genes do, exactly?"
Maya tapped a few buttons, and the display zoomed in on a specific section of my DNA. "These genes are responsible for producing a nanobot-like structure that we call the 'enhancement matrix.' This matrix is made up of tiny machines that can repair your cells at a rapid rate, enhance your physical abilities, and even connect you to technology." My eyes widened. "That's incredible. So, I'm like a walking machine?" I felt amazed and confused at the same time. How could they have had access to nanotech in the 20th century?
Maya nodded. "In a way, yes. But don't forget that you're still human. Your body can only handle so much before it reaches its limits. You must learn how to control your powers and use them responsibly." She sounded so sweet as opposed to a few hours ago when she sounded so spiteful and jealous. I nodded. "I understand. So, what's next? What do we do with this information?"
Maya smiled. "Well, now that we understand how your genetic code works, we can start developing new treatments and technologies that could help enhance your abilities even further. The possibilities are endless." After that revelation, Maya left. She made sure she left her phone number and told Tony to contact her if they had questions or need needing help.
Tony still kept looking at the screen, still flabbergasted. Steve waved his hand in front of his face. "Earth to Tony" He looked away from the screen to me. "So I can't get rid of it?" I asked disappointed. "I fear not," Tony said with an apologetic look. I fell on the bed again.
Steve was gonna step forward to comfort me. I stopped him. "Can you all just get out" I requested. A bit harshly. Both of them were a bit taken aback. Tony was the first one to recover and lead Steve to the door. "Of course take your time," Tony said. Steve protested at first but Tony wasn't having it. "C'mon Rogers" Hesitantly he followed.
Once they left, I felt tired. It was like I had been away for days at a time. All of this only happened this morning. I had no idea how late it was. How long had I been here? "JARVIS?" It came out as a whisper. "Yes?" he whispered back. "What time is it?" "8:30 PM Ma'am" I laid down. Hours passed when I finally fell asleep. Dreaming.
My heart was beating fast. "Wow, looking good" a voice beamed out of nowhere. I opened my eyes, I immediately closed them with the bright light shining around me. As my eyes finally adjusted I sat up. I could finally place a face to the voice.
"Killian?" I said surprised. "What are you doing here?" I stood up and walked up to the glass. He stood there in his grey suit his hair combed back into a ponytail. It was greasy from all the gell that was in it. "I don't know, it's your conscious" he mocked. I looked away. "It's a shame though" I tilted my head. "What is?" he raised an eyebrow. "So much power locked into a glass box" he hit the glass making me jump back.
"Everyone is telling me how extraordinary these powers are but I don't know what they are" Killian laughed, sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, yes you do" His eyes started glowing. He touched the command panel, frying it. The door opened. "C'mon out" I was hesitant at first but after much insisting I joined him. "What are we doing?" My voice echoed. I know this was a dream but I couldn't wake up. I was stuck. "What do you want from me?" Killian smiled, more like smirked.
This is dangerous, I thought to myself. "Stop panicking" he sighed. I tilted my head to the side as he answered my question I never said out loud. "Again, your subconscious" I rolled my eyes. "I'm not sure you can help me," I said. He laughed again. "Silly you, I'm not here to help you" he placed his hands on my shoulders. "Trust yourself" I took a deep breath.
The room around me changed. As I opened my eyes I was standing in my childhood bedroom. "Oh, how retro" I looked to the side. "Well, it is the 1920's" I walked through the living room. I stopped when I heard crying from my old bedroom.
As I looked to my left and a woman was holding a baby appeared. I recognized her but I couldn't tell her name. "Oh, hush baby mommy's here" a thick Arabic accent came through. She looked so soft and delicate. It finally clicked. "Mama" tears sprung from my eyes. I reached out my hand to touch her but Killian stopped me.
"Don't bother" I let down my arm. "You have to explain to me though, I thought your mother died during childbirth" I wish I could answer that. Killian looked at me and shrugged. The room changed again. This time I was at a cemetery. "Oh there she is" My father and I were standing in front of my mom's grave.
I watched with tears streaming down my face. "I'm sorry" Killian chimed rather amused. "Let me wake up" he shook his head. "No, we're not done yet" he grabbed my shoulder and we arrived in the '30s.
Now I was looking at my younger self. It was the evening I met Howard for the first time. I was trying to find the right dress to wear so I could cover all of my bruises and scars. "Your mother is dead and your father abuses you, what a sad life" Killian was still mocking me. "Mock all you want but it wasn't all that bad" he raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised. "Really?" He chuckled. "It's the great depression and war is on the brink of breaking out you're telling me you're happy?" I looked down with a smile. Happy was a loaded word.
"I wasn't alone" I simply said. The day I met Howard all my problems disappeared. The abuse stopped. I found some stability in my life. And I know Howard Stark and stability weren't necessary words I'd put together but it just happened.
This time it was my turn to move places. We found ourselves in the 1940s. 1947 to be specific. There I was in my wedding dress. In front of the altar with Jack. "Do you take Jack Thompson to be your husband 'till death do you part?" The reverend asked. I smiled a bright smile. "I do" my voice was soft and innocent. "Do you take Ransom Amina Evans to be your wife 'till death do you part" Jack smiled. "I do" his eyes were shining. "You may now kiss the bride" Jack had the most blinding smile. I fell into his grip as he kissed me. People around me stood up clapping and shouting.
As we walked out of the church all of my dearest friends and family were behind me. I walked out with my chest filled with joy. For a moment I forgot all of my pain, but Killian pulled me back. "oh, I thought we were going through your trauma" he quips. I rolled my eyes. "The good usually comes with the bad" Finally we flashed to the day I miscarried.
I was sitting on the hospital bed, crying. "How far along were you?" I locked eyes with Killian. "8 months" My voice was shaking. This time he didn't give me a sly remark. He seemed sad. "Well, I'm sorry" I looked down. "What's her name?" a smile appeared on my face. I pained one. "Alia" her name came with a sigh.
I think I was finally getting to understand why I was making this field trip down memory lane. I was looking for the day my powers woke up. I didn't have to look back very far to remember. I was teleported to that day in Tony's office where I confronted Obediah Stane.
He was beating the hell out of me. I had no strength to defend myself anymore. All I could remember was the stinging pain but at the same time, my face and body were going numb. It turned into a burning sensation. "Alright now we're going somewhere" Killian smiled brightly clapping his hands.
My cheeks and eyes changed color. Panic spread across Obediah's face. I was about to explode and probably hurt a lot of people. I was reaching my limit and as I was about to let go. Lucky for me Tony stepped in and blasted him through the room.
Killian turned to me—a proud look on his face. "Good girl" I looked away. "They're on the surface and it's proof you can control it" he took me by the shoulders again and pushed me. "It's time to wake up"
I opened my eyes and sat up in one smooth movement. "Ransom?" Steve's voice sounded worried. "Open the door," I said sternly. Steve and Tony were frozen in their place. As I started bouncing on the glass, Tony finally moved. He typed in the code and the door opened.
Steve stepped in front of Tony trying to protect him with his shield. I stood in front of them. "Don't worry I'm not gonna hurt you" I moved my neck and my powers disappeared again. They both looked at me hesitantly. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you" I stuck out my hand. Tears were streaming down my face.
This was a moment where I was supposed to feel powerful and happy. But I wasn't. The only thing I could think of was the number of people I could hurt with this much power. Steve's stern gaze softened as he lowered his shield. But Tony was the first one to step from behind him. "We're here to help" Tony reassured me. Steve agreed. He dropped his shield and took a few steps forward, pulling me into his arms.
Tony joined and we stood there in a group hug. "This is everything I never wanted" I cried. "We know, but we care about you, we're here to help," Steve said. "You're gonna be okay." Tony tried reassuring me.
I was hoping that they were telling the truth.
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Chapter 5: Matching Memories
Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here / Chapter 4
Hey guys! Again sorry for the wait! Both my computer and my work schedule have been ass and every time I thought I was going to have free time, I absolutely did not. I was really looking forward to writing this chapter after all the appreciation I got from the last chapter and I am so excited to enduldge you with this 7,356 word chapter. I am also working on a fluffier oneshot that should come out in the next couple days which I am so excited to write! I hope you guys really like this chapter! Love you guys and thank you for 120 Followers!
Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader
Chapter Plot: After the previous nights' escapades, you and Spencer decide to talk about boundaries as your team questions your budding relationship
Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on
Chapter TW: smut, mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slapping, Oral Sex (male and female receiving), Handjob, fingering, pleading, spanking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, aftercare, language, non-intentional self-harm (hard to explain), PDA, degradation, smut smut smut.
Word Count: 7,356
Spencer loved to match everything but his socks. You found that out the morning after your late-night escapades. You weren't sure if your alarm hadn't gone off or if you two had just slept through it but you two were running late and the plane was leaving in 40 minutes with a 30-minute drive to the airport. The actual thing that had woken you up was Morgan banging on the door, notifying you that he had dropped off Spencers go-bag.
"Ow! Son of a bitch!" he shouted as he bumped his elbow on the table, hurriedly trying to get his socks on. You peeked around the door frame of the bathroom, checking on him to make sure he was ok as you shoved your toiletries into your bag. You watched, curiously as he stopped what he was doing and purposefully banged his other elbow on the same table. You made a mental note to ask him about it later, but right now, you had to go.
Along the way, you had noticed small habits that Spencer had to keep himself "matching." Once you saw it once, you couldn't help noticing it. How he brushed his teeth the same number of times on each side of his mouth. How he had to eat at least two peanuts at a time so that he could match the chewing on either side of his mouth. These were all harmless, but you worried when he bumped his right temple on the window of the cab as it went over a pothole, and you watched as he proceeded to turn his head and bump the other side. Most of the morning had been held in comfortable silence as you reveled in the afterglow of the previous night. So when you silently reached up to his head and brought it down to your shoulder, Spencer didn't mind. You made sure to gently rub his temple to apply even pressure to make sure his sides matched, a caring gesture that did not go unnoticed.
Luckily you two had made it to the jet on time, only catching a couple of questioning glances from Morgan and Elle as you rushed on, red-faced. You hurriedly sat next to each other as the plane took off, Spencer shoving both of your go-bags in the upper compartment as you held his book. He had brought Graziella, and had already read it 4 times; you, unfortunately, had brought nothing as it was your first trial case. He sat down, and you handed him his book, his fingers tentatively brushed yours in a silent question. Neither of you had fully discussed your relationship this morning in the rush and you could tell he was nervous to talk to you about it. As he pulled away, you captured his wrist before he could go too far, gently drawing a small heart into the inside of his wrist with your finger as you looked up into his eyes. He smiled slightly, understanding that you would talk about it when you had reached home.
This small gesture hadn't gone unnoticed as Morgan watched you from the other side of the jet. He stocked his way up to you with a shark grin on his lips as he smelled blood in the water. "So, You two woke up late huh? How come you never made it back to our room last night, pretty boy?" He mused, enjoying the light pink tinge resting on Spencer's cheeks. "You were the one who took both of our room keys and wouldn't let me in! And- and she was nice enough to let me sleep in her room even though it was a one-person room." He retorted, knowing Morgan's implications. "Woah, chill, Reid. I was just asking some questions." Morgan replied, feigning innocence. "Yeah, I took Reid's virginity last night. How could you tell?" You stated matter of factly, earning a shocked squeak from Reid, and spluttered out laughter from Morgan. "That's what you want to hear right? C'mon Spencer, he’s just giving us a hard time because he wasn't invited to our movie marathon last night." You lied, shooting a joking wink to Spencer, hoping he would get the drift and go along with the story. "Hey, we didn't- yEAh he wouldn't get the nuance of 'Une Femme est Une Femme' and the directorial skills of Jean-Luc Godard." He said, catching on when you pinched the soft spot under his ribs. Morgan just rolled his eyes, frustrated at not getting what he wanted before sulking back to his seat.
You smiled up at Spencer before saying, "Good boy," just loud enough for only the two of you to hear. It was the first time you had alluded to your escapades that yestereve and you both felt a breath of fresh air as the slight tension was lifted off of your backs. Spencer was flustered in multiple ways; he loved the way you praised him, and he now believed you felt regrets about your exchange.
He felt electricity crackling in every gentle secret touch of yours that he had the luxury of experiencing that day; all he could think about was how you had touched him and how your skin felt on his. You had him wrapped all-around your finger, and he couldn't be happier. All he wanted to do was service you and please you, even in non-sexual ways, which he was happy to indulge in as he watched you staring out the window. Your fingers were discreetly tracing small drawings on his knee cap as you watched the clouds pass by. The motion caused him a great distraction from his book, and all he could do was watch your finger. Even though you weren't paying any attention to the motion of your fingers, Spencer could still envision the lines you created carving into his skin. Sometimes a little face, sometimes an abstract geometric rhombus, and his favorite, a heart with puffy humps and a pointy end. Every time you drew it, he became hyper-aware of the gentle flush coloring your cheeks as you looked out the window, sending him a secret message.
He quietly cleared his throat, as to not disturb the others; most of which had chosen to indulge in a little extra sleep to make up for their early morning. It had broken you from your entranced gaze out the window and you looked over at him smiling. "D-Did you bring anything to do on the plane?" Spencer asked as you continued your drawings on his leg. "Surprisingly, that was the one thing I forgot. I was so worried about making sure I was well briefed on the case that I forgot all about the flight." You said, smiling sleepily. He couldn't help but think about how beautiful you were at that moment. The gentle sunrise behind you in the window illuminated the apples of your cheeks and the highlights in your hair, which was still messy from sleeping so soon after your shower. Your eyes were puffy except for the sockets, which were slightly sunken in from lack of sleep, and you were fresh-faced, small blemishes now in the open, but all Spencer could think was that you reminded him of the fresh air of spring in the morning after a storm. He shook himself from his trance as you began to turn back towards the window. "You know, if you would like, I can read to you." He said shyly. "I know you read faster in your head, don't feel like you have to read to me because I was silly and forgot to bring a book." You said, smiling at his gesture. "N-No, I want to read to you. My mom always used to read out loud to me when I was little when she would wake up early." He said, adding waveringly, "And... and I would like to read to you, not because you didn't bring anything, but because I think you would like this book." You smiled up at him, lifting the fingers you had been swirling on his leg to your lips before gently kissing them, pressing them to his cheekbone, and returning them to their reserved spot on his leg. He took that as a green light to read aloud.
You watched as he closed the page he had been reading to flip to the beginning. You knew he remembered what page he was on but his choice to start you from the beginning melted your heart. He really wanted you to appreciate this story so you were going to give 110% of your attention to the words flowing out of his mouth.
"Ok, this book is Graziella by Alphonse de Lamartine. I arrived at Naples on the first of April. A few days later, I was joined by a young man of about my own age, to whom I had attached myself at college with the friendship of a brother." He began as you listened intently, enjoying the gentle atmosphere created by the soft hum of the jet and snores of your colleagues. Spencer continued reading aloud to you on autopilot as he focused on the drawings of your fingers, now all turned to hearts.
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The problem with taking a morning jet home was that you would have to go straight to the office to finish your paperwork before finally being able to rest in your own bed. You all trudged out of the car and into the office in varying states of awakeness, dreading the hours of work to come.
"Welcome back, you guys!" Garcia said, miscalculating the tone in the room, earning her a couple nods and grunts in response.
"Hey, I'm going to my friend's apartment tonight, and she lives by you. Since you take the train home and I'm going that way, do you want a ride?" You said to Spencer, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible. For a Genius and a Profiler, he sure was bad at picking up clues and hints. You weren't really going to see your friend, you just wanted some alone time with him to straighten things out, but he obviously didn't understand. "I mean if it's on the way, that would be nice. Thank you Y/L- Agent Y/L/N." He said, nearly forgetting to call you Agent in front of the others. You smiled and headed back to your seat begrudgingly, seeing the mountains of paperwork.
It was kind of sweet how oblivious he was. You were trying to be discreet at work, and you could tell he was trying too. Keyword: trying, as he was failing miserably. You could tell he was trying to be sneaky, but there was nothing sneaky about him following you to the coffee machine every time you needed a refill. He told you it was because he wanted to match and you couldn't help but indulge him. He wanted to match coffee, unfortunately finding out that you did not, in fact, like as much sugar in your coffee as him. You settled for a little bit too sweet and him not enough for the sake of matching. He came to your desk, trying to trick you by asking to borrow a pen, even though you could see his usual green pen in his shirtfront pocket. He was just so cute and just so obvious so you caved, but it was only because you wanted to see the beam on his face knowing there was yet another way you two could match. His boldest move yet was to match sweaters. If you had yours on, he had his on; when you took yours off, he would follow suit. Even though it was very cute, he was being far too bold so after a while, you decided to just keep it on.
Finally, after hours of handwriting reports and witness statements, your cramped hand said a thank you as you signed off your last sheet. You stretched languidly, looking over to Spencer's desk. He had been done for a while but was pretending to be busy so he could wait for you without subliminally pressuring you to hurry. You pulled your go bag and satchel together, getting ready to leave as you watched Spencer hold his bag, waiting for you to make the first move. You clicked your tongue at him as if you were calling a cat, "Let's get going, I don't want to be late to see my friend!" You called over to him as he shot up, padding quickly to catch up to you. "Goodnight guys! Sleep well!" You called to Morgan, Elle, and Garcia, the only ones left in the bullpen. "Ok, now something definitely has to be going on," Elle said as they watched you two leave, Spencer tripping over himself as he got in the elevator behind you.
You two shoved your bags in the back seat and got in the car. As you turned the car, your music started blaring out of the speakers. "Woah! Sorry! I like to drive with the windows down so my music is usually pretty loud." You said as you slammed on the pause button. Spencer was startled but he didn’t mind as he'd just learned new things about you. 1. You like loud music 2. You like the windows down when you drive. 3. You have great taste in music. "That's ok. Just make sure you turn down the volume sometimes, 17% of adults aged 20–69 years have suffered permanent damage to their hearing from noise-induced hearing loss. And that was... certainly loud enough to cause some noise-induced loss. Make sure to take care of yourself." He said and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. His naive sweetness and caring nature had been gnawing at you all day. All you had wanted to do while you were trying to focus on work was kiss him.
You leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Even though you came in slow, you surprised him. Here you were in the Quantico parking lot, boldly kissing him when any of your coworkers could have seen. "Why-why did you do that?" he asked as you pulled away. "I can't?" you asked, pouting slightly, teasing him. "N-No, You can you can, we're just so out in the open, and we haven't talked about anything, so I didn't know how you felt, and you were ignoring me all day." He rushed out as you let out a little laugh at him. "Let's drive, cutie." You said, turning your music back on, this time to a lower volume, as you pulled out of the parking lot and down the street. "First of all sweetness, I wasn't ignoring you all day, I didn't want Morgan to tease you again. You were busy with paperwork and I knew you didn't need him being an asshole to you to make it worse. Second, did you see all the paperwork they had left? There was no way any of them would have been out in the parking lot yet." You said as you smoothly merged onto the highway towards your house.
You were wondering when he was going to notice that he was going in the opposite direction of his house but he was too wrapped up in his thoughts. You glanced over at him before returning your eyes to the road. You cursed yourself for not having an eidetic memory because you would have kept a snapshot of him like that in your mind forever. His hair, once slicked back, now slightly disheveled from running his hands through it as he did his paperwork and the wind from your open windows. The cool summer wind that rosied his cheeks and the tip of his nose as he gazed out the streetlights overhead. Blue, red, green, purple yellow, white; the blinking lights of the city married the sunset hues that danced across his face. Illuminating his beautifully arched nose and his prominent cheekbones, it felt as if the sun was setting just for him and the city was awakening his beauty.
You smiled to yourself as you switched the cd in the cd player for one of your classics. "Hey! You listen to these guys?! You know I was going to see them last year but then we had this case out of town and I had to miss it. That was when they were still playing at that bar by the Speedway that burnt down." Spencer said excitedly. "Really!? You like them too? I haven't seen them yet but I've been listening to them since college. I never had that much money to be spending on tickets for shows beyond small house shows. I can't believe you like them, I always thought you were more of a Debussy or Chopin person." You replied, excited to have something to share. "Yeah I mean I like pretty much every genre but I've been really into their old stuff lately and, surprisingly, also french 70s music." He said matter-of-factly.
Contrarily, he was fibbing. He knew exactly why he had been listening to it. The previous night he had dreamed of the two of you off the shore, in the south of France in spring, reading books across from each other, legs tangled together, on a chez lounge. Jacqueline Taieb played on the radio as you pulled him up to dance. He removed the thoughts from his mind as he realized his predicament. He didn't know if he was allowed to think about you like that. You had been so sweet and caring towards him last night, and you kissed him so sweetly, but he was still unsure of where you stood. He was still lost in thought as you pulled up to your apartment and parked.
"Hey, this isn't my apartment. Is this your friend's place?" He asked, surprised. "No, Sweetheart. I didn't want Morgan to bother us as we were leaving so I made up some excuse. And this is my apartment. If you want to talk about what happened last night, you can come in. Well, I guess you can come in if you don't want to either, but that's beside the point. If you don't want to talk about it or if you just want me to take you home, I can do that right now. It's up to you baby." You said, gently taking his hand in yours. "I-I want to talk about it." He said shyly. "Alright then, my partner in crime. I will welcome you into my abode. We can order some dinner and talk about it. I'm thinking curry, what about you?" you said.
You could sense his nervousness and tried to lighten the mood even though deep down you were pissing yourself. You had never really done this either. You had a couple of one-night stands and short-term relationships, but nothing that lasted that long, and something in you wanted this time to be different. The young doctor was so endearing, and he was the first person who seemed to be interested in making you happy in the relationship, unlike most of your past suitors. You were terrified that you would push him too far or something would change, and that's why it was so important you had a talk and had trust and communication. You held his hand all the way up the stairs and to your apartment, not letting go when you went to open your door. You told yourself it was to make him feel better but you knew it was because you needed to do something with your hands to get them to stop shaking.
"Sorry, it's not the cleanest space ever. I wasn't expecting guests" you said as you began to tidy up random things around the room, mostly mason jars full of water or a stray empty mug. Spencer took note of his surroundings, drinking everything in. He couldn’t remember what he assumed your apartment would look like because as soon as he entered, he couldn't imagine you living anywhere else. It was all the parts of you that he knew and all of the parts he had yet to learn. He knew that you loved reading, so the bookshelves made sense. He knew that you loved music, so the cd player with piles of CDs next to it made sense. He knew you loved movies, so the VHS player and tv with a built-in DVD player and even more stacks of media made sense. But his favorite part was the giant easel positioned by the window with a large canvas on it. "Wow, Y/N! You paint?" he asked as you continued to clean up. "Oh, don't mind that! Sorry I didn't have time to put it away before we left! I'll get it out of your way!" You said, already carrying a basket full of god knows what in your arms. "No, No! Please leave it out. It's beautiful." He said, looking at your brush strokes. "Suit yourself. Let me know if it gets in your way," you said, finishing your cleaning by fluffing the pillows on your couch.
You finished bustling around your apartment and sat down on your couch across from the TV. He slowly made his way over to you, sitting at the opposite end from you, still unsure of your boundaries. You could spot his nerves from a mile away, so you swung your legs up onto the couch and poked him in his side with your feet. "Why are you sitting so far away, Sweety," you said as he looked over at you. You looked just as you did in his dream, soft and comfy in slouchy clothes. He hadn't noticed that you had changed into some comfy pajama pants and a loose pajama top, and now he couldn't stop thinking about the fact that you changed at some point when he was in the room. He knew it was silly. He had already seen you naked, but it all felt like a dream." I'll call and order, and you think about what you want to eat and what you want from me for a bit, ok? I know this great place a couple blocks from here." You said as you pulled out your landline, and dialed the number that you had scrawled on a notepad on your coffee table.
Then, Spencer saw the notepads, notebooks, sticky notes, and other odds and ends that you had all over the house. One on the fridge, one by the easel, one on the tv stand, two on the coffee table. They were all decorated differently for each task, of which he could see two, one titled 'Yummy restaurants' and the other titled 'movies to watch.' He tried to stop his distracting thoughts of how comfortably he fit in your space and how every item embodied you perfectly, all in different ways. When he was finally able to focus, he felt you start absentmindedly kneading your feet on his thigh that was closest to you. He could barely look over at you, finding you unbelievably erotic. He sucked in a breath as your pajama shirt was only buttoned up so much, enticingly drawing his eyes to the swell of your breast that he could see above the collar of your shirt.
You hooked your foot up under his thighs and brought his legs up onto the couch as you continued to order. You tangled your legs together, lifting your right foot to his chest, gently tapping out a rhythm absentmindedly as you talked. You broke through Spencer's entrancement, asking "What do you want to eat?" "Um... Whatever you're getting." He responded, as he still hadn't even begun to look at the menu. "Yeah! Then for the second order, can I get the same thing but make it mild." You said, poking your tongue out at him teasingly before finishing your order.
You two walked to pick up your food, talking about nothing in particular. You didn't want to talk about the elephant in the room until you got back, so you filled the space with meaningless conversation that instantly stopped as you entered the house. It was silent as you got forks ready, spying Spencer sitting rigidly straight on the couch, waiting for you.
"You know, you were so bold in the office today that I didn't expect you to be this shy when we got here. We don't have to talk about anything if you don't want to, sweet-" "I do, I really do." He said, cutting you off. "Ok! That's great. Well, I'm going to start off by saying that any relationship like this, whatever you want that to be, depends on strong trust and communication. That goes beyond the bedroom. Being on the team I trust you with my life. I know I'm new so I understand if you don't trust me yet but I just wanted to set that baseline with you. I'm going to be 1000% truthful with you and I'm going to start by saying this. I don't regret anything that we did last night. I loved what we did last night and I really like doing this with you. I want to explore with you if you would be so gracious as to let me. I find you very interesting, and I would like to be friends or more depending on what you want as we continue our rendezvous." You said as you grasped his hands, willing him to look into your eyes. He let out a sigh of relief. "I really liked what we did yesterday too. I was kind of worried that you regretted it or something. I'm really really new to everything, but I feel comfortable exploring if it's you. You made me feel really safe last night and I appreciate that a lot. I find you really beautiful and sexy and intriguing and I would like to be friends and maybe more with you now. I don't know if I'm allowed to say this... but I want to." He said, gaining some confidence. "You are allowed to say whatever you want, baby. That's why we have open communication. Everything is to make sure you are feeling as good and safe as possible," you said, rubbing his hand. " You should feel safe and good too. I know you are more experienced than me, but you deserve to be safe too." He said gently before continuing. "I was wondering if... if I could request that this be monogamous. I get really upset thinking about you with someone else." He said, and you could feel the shaking in his hands as he anticipated your reply. "Of course, sweetheart. I was hoping you would ask. Maybe I'm a little selfish, but I don't like to share my things. They're mine for a reason." You said before planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, earning a smile from him. "But I think, for now, I would like to be friends and see how it goes from there while we... explore," Spencer said. You nod and smile in agreement.
"Alright, so Spencer, tell me what you're interested in, sexually. What do you think about when you jerk off? What did you think about when you read my book?" You asked nonchalantly, as you picked up your curry and rice, taking a bite as if you'd just asked him about the weather. "w-well, I think about a lot of things." He sputtered out. "Just give me a little list I can work off." You said in between bites. "Um, I like seeing you naked. I like it when we match because it feels like we have a deep connection. I like h-how you touched me yesterday. I want you to touch me more." He said shyly, hiding his face behind his cup of water. "And the other two questions?" You prodded, watching as the bulge grew in his pants. "Um, what do I think of when I jerk off? Oh my god, I can't believe I'm saying this," He blushed before continuing. "I think about how it would feel to have your mouth wrapped around my cock. I think about you calling me a naughty boy. I think about you praising me. I think about your book and how there's so much more that I have to read. I think about you not wearing panties at work. And I think even more about pulling you into the storage closet, lifting up your skirt, and fucking you while everyone is working. I think about your piercings, and I think about your piercing chapter."
"What did you think of that chapter by the way? You ran off to the bathroom pretty quick. What were you thinking of doing to me, naughty boy?" you said, setting your food down on the table, leaning towards him, hands planted on his thighs. "Tell the truth, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," You said, squeezing into his thighs. He bucked up towards you, searching for friction in any way he could." f-fuck. I read the chapter when I was touching myself. I thought about how you had pointed at my boner, and I thought about how I wanted you to make fun of me, and smack me, and punish me for being naughty." he said hurriedly, hoping his answer would satiate you. "Nuh-uh! Come on, tell me the whole truth," you said and smacked his thigh. He yelped as your hand came down, leaving him with a dull sting. "Ok! But it's embarrassing so don't laugh... I thought about you cockwarming me while I pierced your tongue, and how you would drool, and how you would squeeze around me. I thought about how I wanted to mark you and make you mine." He said, covering his eyes, hiding from his shame and how it made his cock stir in his pants. "You naughty, naughty boy, Spencer Reid. I thought you were innocent but here you are with your hand on your cock, at work, thinking about my pussy and my tongue and my spit, and it made you cum. What a rascal!" you said, watching for a reaction in his pants.
You pried his arm from his eyes, so he was forced to look at your smirk. His face and neck were a deep pink, and his lips were as pillowy and soft as a rose petal from biting his them. You couldn't help yourself as you pounced on him. You knew this was supposed to be just a talk about boundaries, but there was an undeniable electricity in the air that had been lingering from the moment you had woken up. He looked so fucked out, even though you hadn’t touched him yet and part of you wanted to absolutely ruin him that night. "Remember your colors, baby. What are you feeling?" You said, now perched in his lap. "Green, green. P-Please touch me." As he said it, you ground down on him. While you were in your comfortable clothes, he was still in his tight corduroys and button-down, sweater long gone somewhere else in the apartment. "Have you ever heard of something called edging?" You asked, and he nodded excitedly. "What about overstimulation?" You said, and he nodded quickly again. "What do you think about them?" He nodded, and you smacked him, not as hard as you would usually go, but enough to leave a sting. "Use your words, naughty boy." You said, capturing his jaw and tilting his face up to meet yours. "Yes, please. I'm so green. I have been wanting you to do this, please." He shot out through squished cheeks, looking at you with the most hungry eyes you have ever seen. His warm hazel eyes, now shiny and black with desire.
You got up off of him, and he whined, missing the warmth of your body on his. You grabbed him by the back of his neck like he was a naughty kitten, and pulled him down the hall and into your bedroom. Before he could take in your room, you pushed him back on the bed. "Strip." You commanded, and your scent overwhelmed him. Your daily aroma that intoxicated him was ten times weaker than the pure pheromones that blanketed your room. Spencer mused that your room must have been built to have sex in. Your bedside tables were adorned with candles, incense, your daily jewelry, and a pair of your panties. You had a red canopy on your four-poster bed that draped your room in a soft red glow.
Your figure was obscured by the canopy as you moved some items around your room. Spencer was lost in your scent, the idea of finally being in your room, and possibly a little lost staring at the panties on your table, making him move too slow for your liking. You parted the fabric and crawled up the bed to him. "Spencer Walter Reid, if you don't strip now, you're going to get a spanking. You have been such a naughty boy today. I thought you were going to be a good boy for mommy but I guess you want to get punished." You said as you slinked back off the bed. "I'm going to count down from 10 and if you aren't naked by the time I reach 0, you are getting spanked. Understood?" You said, and he squeaked out and "Understood!" "10... " Who knew it took so long to unbutton a dress shirt? "9... " Now, his hands were stuck in his sleeves. "8..." Shirt off. "7..." Is his belt broken, or is he shaking too much? "6..." Belt undone but not off. "5..." Pants, ok. "4..." Fuck, his shoes are stuck on. "3... 2... 1... 0. STOP NOW"
You parted the curtain, smirking down at him. "I think I said naked, not underwear on." You said, looking down at him. "You didn't give me enough time!" He whined but you were already flipping him onto your lap with his ass perched in the air. "Color?" You asked, earning his eager response of "Green, so green." You pulled his underwear off and hung it on the corner of your side table, right next to your own panties. The sight was oddly domestic, making him even harder as he tried to rut into your leg. Your hand came down hard on his ass and he bucked into you moaning in shock. "You naughty boy, pathetically rubbing on me. Does my thigh feel good baby?" you asked, and he nodded. Your hand came down hard on his other cheek "How many times do I have to tell you? Use. Your. Words." Punctuating your last three words with three more smacks to his ass, gently rubbing the red skin as he cried out. "Yes, mommy! Your thigh feels so good! Thank you so much!" he said as he ground himself down on you pitifully. "Why is mommy punishing you, sweetheart?" you said, sweetening your tone. " Because I didn't get dressed?" He asked. "Hm, if you were really sorry, you would know what you were sorry for. What are you being punished for? One more chance." You said, smoothing over the plains of his ass. "For being a naughty boy who doesn't listen and rubs his cock on mommy too much." He said. "So close, baby!" You said as you brought down one last smack to his ass as his cock leaked precum all over your legs. "You were getting punished because you don't listen and because you were being really naughty at work, sweetheart. But you took punishment so well, so you deserve a treat." You said as you flipped him over, making sure he was laying in a comfortable place on the bed.
"C-can we match?" He said, pulling on your sweater. You smiled down at him sweetly as you stripped, taking your time to let him gaze over the planes of your body. When you returned, you sat high up on his stomach, making sure he couldn't get any friction against you as you kissed him softly. He was still a little clunky when it came to kissing but when you took it slow, it helped him warm up to your motions until you two were completely in sync.
"Alright, so I'm going to do some new things. Let me know at any time if you aren't comfortable or you want me to stop." You said, and you turned so you were sitting on his chest, looking down at his cock, as he got a wonderful view of your ass and the dimples in your back as your muscles flexed. You collected some spit in your mouth and let it drip down slowly onto the head of his already overly excited cock. He hissed as your finger swirled in the spit that pooled at the base of his cock as you wet your hand before grasping his length. Even though he had felt this exact same thing yesterday, he could never get over the sensation of your hand squeezing around him, circling his cock, and playing with the tip with your thumb. You spit into your other hand and wrapped both hands around his length, working them up and down his shaft, gently twisting and squeezing. The best part was that he couldn’t see anything you were doing. It was like he was blindfolded, stomach muscles tensing in anticipation of your touch.
"Fuck baby I'm close." And that was when you stopped. right as he was about to cum, you squeezed down hard at the base of his cock. "You don't cum until I do." You said, scooting your core back so that it was a couple tantalizing inches away from his face. "Really? You'll let me eat you out? For real?" He asked, mind blown at the idea of eating you out. "I was hoping you would." You replied, waiting for him to make a decision. He hooked your arms around your thighs and pulled you into him so hard, you were worried he broke his nose at first. 'I need a man who eats pussy like it's the only way to quench his thirst' rung out in his head. That's what you had written in your journal titled "Male needs" and he wanted to be a Male that you needed, so that's what he did. He flattened his tongue as he licked a long stripe up your folds, and back down to your clit, latching on hungrily, alternating between sucking hard and twirling his tongue on it. "H-Holy shit Spencer." You moaned, and you knew you wouldn't last long. Even though you wouldn’t admit it, you were soaking wet just from teasing and punishing him. That, coupled with how sweet his tongue was on your core, and you were done for. You certainly had never had a man eat you out like this, much less a virgin. "Shit baby, you're so good? How did you get so good?" You asked incredulously, as he reached his hand back around and inserted a finger between your folds, giving his mouth a short break. "I read the literature and from what I saw, the g spot should be about here." He said before curling his fingers inside of you, brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to moan deeply. His smirking mouth found its way back to your clit as he added another finger, working your g spot with feverish strokes.
"Fuck, baby! I'm cumming!" You shouted and right as you were reaching your peak, he stopped everything. "What the fuck are you doing!?" You yelped at him, your mounting peak now decrescendoing before ever hitting the climax. "I thought we were matching. You're edging me, I'm edging you." He said innocently, but you could hear his smirk tinging his words. "You just want to be punished huh?" You said and squeezed down on his base as you kissed the tip of his cock. "Naughty boys don't get proper head. When you make me cum, then I'll actually suck your cock. Got it?" You asked as he bucked his hips"Yes." He replied fervently.
This was his first-ever experience getting head, so of course, you were going to give him a good time. He would just have to wait. You held down at the base of his aching cock as you lazily sucked and licked the head. Not even close to the usual effort you would put in, but it was enough to make his legs shake and finger you faster. His mouth was too busy panting and whining to eat you out but you were fine with that because the way he was curling his fingers was creating a knot in your stomach and you could feel your impending release. "Fuck baby I'm cumming. Let me cum this time." You said and he reattached his mouth to your clit, sucking hard as he used all of his willpower to keep himself from cumming. And just like that, you're cumming all down his face and fingers as you shake but he keeps going, this time with more enthusiasm, riding you through your orgasm and overstimulating you. You eagerly take him into your mouth all the way, sucking hard, lathering his length with your spit, and in two seconds he is cumming hard down your throat. "Mommy I'm cumming" He said a little too late as you had already swallowed around him.
You were both so caught in the afterglow that you just kept going. Aftershock spurts of cum kept shooting down your throat but you kept sucking. You wanted him needy and wrecked under you. "Oh my god! ah! AH!" He said, shaking as you keep sucking him down. He keeps finger fucking you as if he is possessed. You are both riding your highs and are so overstimulated that in no more than a minute you are both cumming all over again as sobs wrack your bodies.
You flop down next to Spencer and kiss his cheek tentatively, knowing most men don't kiss after head. Spencer leans up, kissing you passionately, tangling his tongue in yours, tasting your release on each other's tongues. "Flip over baby," You said as he rolled over. You pulled out your lotion from your bedside table, gently warming up a small amount in your hands before spreading it on his butt. "I don't know about you, but I'm way too tired to take a shower tonight. I'm just going to put our leftovers in the fridge and brush my teeth. I have some spare toothbrushes if you would like to borrow one, and some pajamas." You said to a very sleepy Spencer. He didn’t even say anything, he just grumbled and got up, leaning on you.
He helped you clean up, both still naked, enjoying the domesticity of just walking around completely vulnerable together. You needed to brush his teeth for him as he sat on the toilet lid and you couldn’t help but think he looked like a little baby, barely clinging to the little energy it had before a nap. You got him up and back in bed, looking down at his naked form, now noticing the gentle matching bruises on either side of his body. “I know you like to match but take care of yourself. Don’t bang yourself up so much. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” You said as you picked his clothes off of the floor. You reached down for your pajamas but before you could get them back on or pull him into his, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down on top of him."I’ll try to stop. Only for you, and only because you asked so nicely. Right now, I’m too sleepy, let's sleep naked. Night night." He mumbled into the crook of your neck. Warmth enveloped your body at his words, “only for you.” Somehow that was all it took to finally give in to sleep's welcoming grasp, reveling in the warmth shared between your skin.
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And there we go, that's chapter five! Make sure to give me any comments, criticisms, or ways to better the plot. I hope you guys liked this chapter. I tried to balance out the sweet and spicy aspects of this one. I hope you guys have a great night!
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My Marvel HC's [When You Tell Them You're Pregnant/You Adopted] Pt 1
A/N: I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible. This also might be in like 2-3 parts. I'll link the other parts when they're completed
PT 1, PT 2, PT 3
[TONY STARK]
You bought like 5 different tests and took them all, spending about an hour in the bathroom . You decided to surprise him with a little onesie saying 'Our Mark 1'. You let yourself into his work room, greeting JARVIS and him as you stood beside Tony, looking over his shoulder.
"What did Peter do now?"
Nervous heat ran through you as you placed a kiss on his cheek, reassuring him that it didn't involving Peter at all.
"Kids, right? You want one?"
He chuckled heartily, turning towards you "Of course, especially with you. You'd be the best parent hun." A blush danced on your cheeks as you smiled, handing him the box that hid behind your back as he took it, fingers grazing your own. He pulled the lid off and stared confused as he pulled the onesie out, running his eyes down the words multiple times before finally looking at the various positive tests on the bottom
"This a joke?" You shook your head no as he loudly shouted happily, picking you up and spinning you. Tony littered kisses all over your face, making you profusely giggle. "Papa Tony is here!"
[STEVE ROGERS]
You were both very straightforward with each other most of the time apart from him asking you out, saying 'I love you' and other simple, cute things like so. You found out you were pregnant through a lone doctor's visit which you thought at first was just the flu, and you couldn't be more happier.
First, you told Natasha and how she'd be the baby's aunt and also to get help from her on how to tell Steve. Just so coincidentally, he walked in one of the times the two of you were talking about it, oblivious to it as he greeted you with his golden retriever smile.
"What are you two talking about?"
Your eyes met Natasha's as she nodded quietly at you. It was then, you realized you had never been more nervous in your whole life. "You need to sit for this Steve." He looked skeptical but listened, sitting in an empty chair as you handed him the vanilla folder that had the results as you stood nervously
He flipped through the papers before freezing, shock swimming through him. With no words, he got up and pulled you into him, tears slipping down his cheeks as he thanked you multiple times.
-He let your foreheads touch a moment before getting on his knees and peppering light kiss on your stomach, some lasting a little longer then last. "Hi baby" It was then you realized you'd made the right choice in partnership. So in love with this baby you both were. His adoration for your currently flat stomach made you fall in love with him all over again and then some.
[BUCKY BARNES]
With Bucky, kids were never a talked about topic because he feared his past would somehow interfere with children. You understood why kids weren't of immediate import to him so the thoughts of family, you kept to yourself. Most of the time, finding out you're pregnant is supposed to be the most exciting thing ever, like a new chapter of a book but in this case, it wasn't. You actually kept it secret from everyone for months, Buck especially because you fear how he'd react, feared if he'd up and leave you.
The others slowly started to catch on when they noticed your morning nausea, the amounts you would or wouldn't eat, your slow and limp walking. Bucky was first to approach you, a very serious look on his face, his hand balled together as your eyes met his. "Doll, a-are you okay? You've been acting off these past few months" You stood up from the chair you were sitting in, staring at your toes before you slowly pulled you shirt over your stomach, not once lifting your head to meet Bucky's eye.
"I got tested positive. I don't know the gender yet but it is yours" Nervous heat burned like acid "I know you don't want to be a dad and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I understand if you don't want to be in the baby's-" His hands went to your stomach, his thumbs gently caressing the skin and stretch marks
"You should have told me" He murmured, placing a soft kiss on your forehead
[SAM WILSON]
He was very open when it came to talking about children, especially when his sister was expecting. You two talk about it often in a lighthearted manner, discussing how many kids you'd have, what they would be named, uncles, aunt, god parents, etc. It made you happy seeing Sam interact with his nieces and nephews, knowing he'd be a good dad.
"So, what you want our possible son to be named?"
You were dropping what you hoped to be obvious hints as the two of you fixed up the boat again.
"Xander. Damon maybe" "And a girl?" "Lilith"
You groaned and stood up, not understanding how he wasn't picking up these seemingly obvious hints. You then decided to drop it when, from the corner of your eye, you saw Sarah walk up with her kids.
"Sam... I'm pregnant! I've been, hopefully, telling you obviously for like a week now!"
His eyes met yours with blown shock as he looked between you and Sarah, trying to get confirmation before he darted at you and threw you up into his arms, shouting happily, never once letting you go.
[NATASHA ROMANOFF]
You both wanted children with each other more then anything but you knew that would never be possible. Having children related by blood at least. You knew Nat wanted to be a mom, one thing that was an obvious give-away was the way she adored Clint & Laura's kids.
It felt like forever you'd been working on this surprise, which it had been. You did up the two empty rooms in your shared home for the twin 12 year old girls you and Nat had been head-over-heels for. You drove her blindfolded to the orphanage, joy burning hot in your veins as you had to keep biting your tongue from telling her straight up.
Excitedly, as you parked, got her out of the car and took her inside. You whispered to the lady working front desk as she sets down the official papers and leaves off to get the girls. In that time, you remove her blindfold and tuck into your pocket.
"[Y/N].. where are we?" You looked over your shoulder and saw the overly excited girls walk up with the kind desk lady. "We've been talking about this for god knows how long but... as long as you sign those papers, these girls right here? They'll be our kids Natasha"
You watched her face go pale white with shock as she stared at you, her mouth opening and closing as she carefully moved forward and rushed through signing the papers. Quickly done, she scooped you and the girls into a hug, trying her damn best to not cry. Your eyes both met for a moment as you shared a sweet, tender kiss.
"Thank you, [Y/N]"
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Sutures - Chapter One: Broken Hearts Club
Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers
Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader
Warnings (chapter specific): alcohol consumption, sexual references, references to a one night stand, cursing, hospitals
Synopsis: "A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it." --Jean de la Fontaine
There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?
Notes: This was originally written and completed on Wattpad between 2018 and the beginning of 2020. I’ll be slowly posting the chapters here. I may make a tag list depending on if enough people want to follow along with updates. Leave me some feedback if you would like added to a tag list.
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Min Yoongi was done with relationships. It seemed they were always after money or fame, or they couldn't deal with his schedule and began to look elsewhere.
At first, he thought since Jihee was an idol, she wasn't after his money or fame. That she understood how the life left little time for a relationship. It was the first relationship he'd ever gone public with; his fans reacting surprisingly well. Dating another idol made it easier, she wasn't subject to more attention that she was not already used to.
But the one downside to dating an idol was that when they cheated on you, there was photographic evidence. He gave her the benefit of the doubt; it was probably a cousin or an old friend. However, then he came into her apartment earlier that night after dance practice. The true nature of the relationship was revealed.
"Yoongi!" Jihee called. "I'm sorry! I don't expect you to take me back. Just please, keep this quiet."
Her image mattered more to her than his heart. Just like everyone else.
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Yoongi drank the rest of the glass, the burning in his throat he'd felt at the beginning of the night subsiding. The bar was one far away from the dorm, almost on the outskirts of the city. A place nobody would think to find him. It was busier than when he'd first come in, but still nothing like the bars and clubs downtown.
Music started up and he cringed as one of his own songs came through the speakers and reverberated off the walls. Min Yoongi couldn't escape himself even if he wanted to.
Nobody seemed to be eyeing him or trying to capture his attention by requesting the song. In fact, no one seemed to be paying any attention to him at all. A small solace.
Most of the other patrons danced. The majority offbeat and already off their face from soju or whatever their drug of choice. He noticed a girl sitting at the corner of the bar--she seemed uncomfortable--trying her best to pull down the short black dress she wore. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, ending just below her chest. She wasn't drinking anything, hooking her heels into the barstool, and watching the dancers.
Yoongi felt a small pull in his chest. He wasn't sure if it was from the heartbreak or from the way the black dress hugged her curves. Honestly, Yoongi didn't care.
"Another," Yoongi said, motioning to the bartender.
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"Sumi!" your friend said, rushing over to the edge of the bar where you had perched. "Come dance! You're never going to get over him if you don't let yourself go."
"I don't want to get over him, Eunji," you said. "I want to get back together."
"No," Eunji said, her forehead wrinkling, a sign she was serious. "I'm not letting you get back together with that deadbeat. He was holding you back and you've taken him back too many times."
You sighed, unhooking your heels from the rung of the barstool. Your best friend had a point. You'd given Minki--your ex--hundreds of chances. The first time he cheated on you, you'd believed him when he said that it was a mistake and it would never happen again. And it didn't, for another year. The second time, you swore you'd never take him back. But a month later, you did.
"Come on, let's go show him what he's missing," Eunji said, grabbing hold of your hands.
"He's not here."
Eunji scoffed and pulled you up. You stepped out of your heels and stood on the ground with just the thin material of your tights between your skin and the sticky ground.
"You know what I mean! Now, come on!"
She pulled you onto the floor and to your surprise you actually enjoyed yourself. You'd forgotten what it was like to simply dance like no one was watching. You didn't care that your dress was slipping up again, or that you'd worn holes in your tights on the bottom of your feet.
Eventually, Eunji brought you a drink. You assumed it was water, but as you drank, the liquid burned your throat and you nearly spit it back out.
"Eunji!" you exclaimed after swallowing. "Vodka? Really?"
"It used to be your favorite," she said.
"Yeah, not when I'm expecting it to be water."
You laughed slightly, throwing it back.
"Water won't help you forget Minki."
"This is why my parents thought you were a bad influence, you know?"
Eunji laughed, ordering herself a drink.
"Yeah, well, I don't think their judgment was the best."
You laughed.
"Thanks," you said, squeezing your friend's hand. "I really needed this."
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"You know what else you need?" your friend asked about twenty minutes later. Her words beginning to slur, her lipstick smearing. "A good f---."
You covered her mouth before she could finish the word. Your eyes were wide and you were sure you were blushing. You, too, were starting to feel a bit tipsy. But, unlike your friend, you got tired when you drank.
"I'm going to get another drink," you said, wanting to escape the smirk that had broken out across your friend's face.
You walked backward for a couple steps, despite the fact you weren't drunk yet, you stumbled and fell backward. You landed straight into the lap of a stranger, who luckily caught you, his arm around your back.
You felt yourself blush as his dark eyes made contact with yours. His white hair partially covered them, but you could still feel his glazed gaze boring into you.
"A drink?" he asked. "All you had to do was ask."
A smirk broke out across his face, not unlike Eunji who winked at you from a couple of barstools away.
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Eunji (11:01 pm): I think he's an idol.
You looked across the bar at your friend who had ordered some food to sober up.
You (11:01 pm): I don't think so. He doesn't seem like an idol.
Eunji (11:02 pm): Who else would dye their hair white?
You (11:03 pm): I don't know. Does it matter?
Eunji (11:04 pm): Only if you care that you're about to hook up with an idol.
You rolled your eyes and turned your phone to silent.
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You stifled a moan as he kissed your neck and you fiddled with your keys, trying to unlock your front door. You eventually managed to turn the key into the lock and the two of you practically fell inside your apartment.
"What about Eunji?" you asked, as he closed the door and pushed you against it.
"The bartender's going to take her home," he answered. "Don't worry."
He kissed your lips this time, effectively shutting you up and smearing your lipstick on his own lips. His hands roamed up and down the fabric of your dress. But, he was patient, he didn't just rip the fabric off you like Minki would've.
"Only tonight," you said, your voice breathy.
"Only tonight," he repeated.
The promise you'd made each other before you'd left the bar. Neither of you wanted a relationship, rather proof that you could still be loved.
His lips roamed back down to your neck, it seemed to be his favorite spot. Somehow you managed to collapse onto the couch, wrapping your legs around his waist. You dug your heels into his hips and laughed.
"What?" he asked, smirking against your collarbone.
"I forgot my shoes at the bar."
He pulled his lips away from your skin. His hand reached up and moved your hair off your shoulders and out of your face.
"Good, means I won't have to take them off."
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Yoongi woke up the next morning. He glanced over at your sleeping form. He smiled and reached to move the hair from your face, but his fingers stopped midway, remembering the promise you'd made each other the night before. Only tonight.
He got up and collected his clothes. His phone was still in the pocket of his jeans, nearly dead. He slipped on his jeans and glanced down at his phone.
"Shit," he mumbled, seeing the multiple text messages from his band members asking where he was and telling him he was late for practice. He shot a quick text to Namjoon explaining that he was on his way.
Yoongi quietly walked out of the bedroom and closed the front door, trying not to wake you up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black mask that he kept on him in case he needed to walk in public without too much notice.
He slipped into the crowd. He placed his hands in his pockets and looked around, hoping to eventually catch a taxi. But, just in case someone had followed him, he wanted to get as far from your apartment as possible before he hailed a taxi.
The heartbreak from the day before seemed to have dulled inside him. It was still there--it probably always would be--but it wasn't ruling his thoughts anymore. He smiled as he thought back to the night before, seeing you dance so well, even though you had been reluctant to. When he'd originally spotted you across the bar, he decided to ignore you, but when you landed in his lap; a little tipsy, your hair just the right amount of messy, and your bare feet swinging just above the ground, he couldn't resist you.
With each block, Yoongi felt an odd sensation in his chest. It wasn't heartbreak, it was something else. Something he couldn't describe and something he'd never felt before. It didn't hurt at first, but after a couple more blocks, he stopped, clutching at his chest.
He breathed heavily, his thoughts racing, trying to find some sort of explanation. He managed a few more labored steps before collapsing on the sidewalk.
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Yoongi opened his eyes. He looked down at the IV in his arm and glanced over at Taehyung who sat beside his hospital bed.
"Yoongi! You're awake!" the boy said.
Taehyung immediately stood up and yelled out into the hallway. Yoongi could hear the rushing of his band members as they barreled down the hallway towards his room.
"What happened?" Yoongi asked, as soon as they were in the room. "I just remember walking and then my chest hurt."
"You collapsed," Namjoon said. "They brought you here in an ambulance. The doctor told us it wasn't a heart attack, but said he didn't want to explain anything until you were awake."
The boys fell silent as the doctor and Bang PD walked into the room. BTS scrambled to the far side of the room, allowing the doctor to examine Yoongi.
"It would appear," the doctor started. "You are very lucky man. Not many people find their soulmate in this world."
"What?" Yoongi and the members said at once.
"When someone meets their soulmate, choosing to leave them behind can be deadly for both parties. The only reason you aren't experiencing pain right now is because you don't have a choice in where you are."
"Wait, so how am I supposed to live my life then?" Yoongi asked.
"It's complicated," the doctor answered. "There shouldn't be a reaction for anything work-related for either of you. However, you will have to remain in close proximity to each other in your free time. That's not to say you will have to spend every waking moment together, but..."
"We need to know who this girl is, Yoongi," Bang PD continued. "If you want your career and your life to continue, we have to find her."
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"So, you're saying the guy I met last night? He's my soulmate?" you asked, once the doctor had explained everything.
"Most likely," the doctor said. "It is extremely important we find out for sure, though. It is a matter of life and death."
You took a deep breath, allowing the weight of everything to fall on your shoulders. It was supposed to be a one night stand. Only tonight.
You weren't supposed to discover your supposed soulmate. What would that even mean? You hardly knew the guy! How did your body somehow know he was the one?
Eunji was sitting in the corner. You could tell she still had a headache from the night before, but when you'd called her in a panic, she'd still managed to rush over to your apartment and find you passed out, eggs black and burnt on the stove.
"I don't even know his name," you said, looking down. "I--I don't know how we'll find him."
"Well," the doctor said. "There's only one other person in the city who has been admitted for finding their soulmate today..." The doctor trailed off and pointed up at the TV where a news report was talking about how a famous idol had met his soulmate, but that they needed to find her.
Eunji looked at you, her eyes wide, the news sobering her up immediately. She reached out for your hand.
"Fuck," she said, "you're Min Yoongi's soulmate."
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|IMAGINE; PART TWO|
INTRO; Continuation from Part One, I couldn't type the entire imagine on just one smh. Still hope you enjoy!
WARNINGS; Sexual content ahead, still. Read at your own risk.
CAST; Same as the first chapter
MINI PLAYLIST; Beg For It - Chris Brown / Someday Is Tonight - Janet Jackson / Hold On - The Internet / Rather Be - H.E.R. / Finesse - Bryson Tiller.
🦋Tampa, Florida
🦋July 25th, 2021
Ever since then, you and Roman stayed in touch. You got to know each other very well over the past couple of months, and became good friends, close friends to be exact. Roman was like the other half to you that you never thought you needed; You both had a lot in common as well as differences which complimented each other, everytime you were together there was never a dull moment, you could talk for hours to this man about anything and laugh about pure nonsense that only you two could understand. He always gave the best advice whenever you were down, and did whatever he could to make you smile. Roman wasn't just the fine ass guy from the gym that you fawned over back then, he was your best friend, which made it harder to contain your feelings believe it or not.
You loved him, but it wasn't just a friendly love, you were in love. Overtime, you started to realize that he was truly your soul mate all this time. You had an idea of that beforehand, but you always denied it, mainly because you didn't want to rush into things, or get hurt again. As you guys got further into your friendship, you had revealed to him about what you went through, and how crushed you were. There wasn't a day afterwards that Roman wouldn't tell you that you deserved better, someone that would treat you like the queen that you were.
He'd always tell you that you were special, beautiful, and sometimes even got a little touchy with you. There was always a flirtatious vibe that he would give off, and you of course didn't mind. You had a strong feeling that he felt the same way, you knew he did, but you didn't want to say anything. You wanted him to make the first move. However, you were making moves of your own as well.
After your ex finally moved out of your apartment, you wanted to completely turn your life around. You wanted to boss up, and bring out your alter ego for a change. It was time to reach for the lifestyle that you always wanted, and sitting around feeling sorry for yourself wasn't going to do anything. So, you went out and did just that. First, you searched a new job. Even though you loved your current one, you strived for something bigger, and a better salary. You searched, and searched, you honestly thought that there was going to be no luck until you came across something that captured your interest.
It was an assistant job at a business company named 'Roman Empire Enterprises' and though it had a nice ring to it, it also reminded you of Roman. Anything reminded you of him, due to how head over heels you were. So, you decided to take a leap of faith and apply. You were interviewed by an older, white man named Paul Heyman, and he had informed you about every little detail this business had. He talked about how this was a family ran business, and how he's worked with them for generations. You noticed that, he never really talked about who you were going to be assisting, but addressed the family as the 'Anoa'i Family' which was Roman's last name. You got a little curious, wondering if he had anything to do with this or if he even owned this place. So, you flat out asked if he worked there and Paul didn't hesitate to answer your question. Apparently, Roman was the boss of the entire company and that's what you signed up for, to be his assistant.
You were extremely confused as to how you didn't have this information before you applied for the job, but you were even more confused at the fact that Roman never told you about his occupation this entire time you've been friends. You'd ask about it sometimes, but he would always brush it off. When you got a moment alone, you told him everything about what you found out, and he revealed something to you as well. He admitted to owning the company and being the boss, but he never told you about it because it was more than that, and he didn't want to scare you off. Roman wasn't just a regular boss, he was a Mafia boss and this position had been handed to him after his father stepped down. His family has been doing this for years, and he's dealt with some pretty dangerous, horrific things being in control, but he loved it at the same time. Roman's cousin Jey was apart of it, so was his brother Jimmy that you ended up meeting was too, including Paul, who was his special counsel.
You didn't know what to think if it, and it took you awhile to process all of it. You honestly thought about turning down the job, and maybe even keeping your distance from him, but you couldn't, you loved him too much. After all, you trusted Roman, you knew he wouldn't let anything happen to you. When he found out you were the one that applied for the job, he was happy and begged for you to take it. You gave it some thought, knowing this was something way different than you have ever done before and it wasn't like any regular job, but it didn't take you too long before you accepted his offer.
It was the best decision you ever made, you loved working by his side. It did take a little bit of time for you to get the hang of things, but he taught you everything he knew about the Mafia game, his family, the business, and how important it was to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. You worked really hard, and he spoiled you with just about everything. Jewelry, your dream car, and your salary was big enough so you could get a new, spacious penthouse. Your life really turned around and you were proud of yourself for moving forward.
Currently, you were with Roman at the moment in his gym at his new house he moved into about two months ago. It was large, very grand, typically Roman's style. Another thing that you loved doing together other than going to the movies, and even going to dozens of restaurants was working out together. This time, you didn't have any accidents thankfully but you two still goofed around at times, like now.
You were on the ground, in a deep lunge, stretching after an intense workout. You thought Roman had left the room for a little bit to take care of some business calls, but he creeped up behind you and smacked your ass harshly. You winced, and then sighed, turning your head around to glare at him, "Can you stop doing that?"
"Doing what?" He shrugged, with a playful smirk on his face as he sat down on the edge of the bench press. You rolled your eyes, getting up from your lunge and stood in front of him in a challenging stance, "Don't get smart, you punk." Then you hit his arm and a grin grew on your face by his reaction.
He rubbed his arm in pain and laughed out loud, and he quickly grabbed the both of your hands as tried your best to get out of his grasp, "What did I say about you hitting me, babygirl?"
You bit your lip, instantly you got a tingly feeling in your stomach, whenever he called you by your nickname, or one of the many nicknames he gave you.
"Don't bite your lip and get all shy now, come here." Roman licked his lips with a settle, sensual smile on his face. Jesus take the wheel, you thought. Your heart started to beat really fast and you could no longer hold his stare, instead you continued to try to fight him off but it didn't work. He dropped your hands and quickly reached for your stomach to tickle you, making you giggle uncontrollably and fall into his lap. You were trapped in his gentle, yet firm hold as he kissed you repeatedly on the cheek, making you blush and hide your face into his neck.
This wasn't the only time that you guys were intimately close like this, there's been multiple occasions where you got really close, but no moves were made. Times like this made it really hard for you to control yourself or your feelings, you wish you could just say it, but you were scared.
You inhaled his sweet scent and your arms were wrapped his neck. His large arms were wrapped around your waist, embracing you. As you continued to hold each other in silence, the air started to thicken with heat and your body started to have a mind with his own from how turned on you stared to feel. Your body clinged onto his, giving you goosebumps, and you felt a waterfall starting to form between your legs as you sat directly on his area, which you could've sworn you felt a bulge. You then felt his hands briefly wander over your ass once, which you tried your best not to react to and keep quiet, but the second time he lightly squeezed it, causing you to jolt your hips gently against him. Your breath hitched, and you pressed your lips together, holding back a moan.
"Do it again, Mama.." He whispered deeply into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You nervously sighed, knowing that you've gone pretty far and there was no turning back now. If he didn't know before, he definitely knew now. You slowly pulled away from him, stopping your actions and looked down, with his large bulge in your view.
"Roman-" You began to say but he cut you off, hushing you.
"Shh." Roman tilted your neck to the side, leaving trails of kisses down your neck, "Roman what, huh?" He asked seductively. Your eyes slowly fell closed, falling into every kiss and touch he planted on your skin.
"I-" You muttered but he slapped your ass, shutting you up. Roman chuckled, and moved to the other side of your neck.
"Do you think I'm stupid, babygirl?" He trailed kisses up your neck, leaving one last kiss close to your lips before pulling away a little but still close to you. As you avoided eye contact with him, he watched your every move, "Look at me." He demanded carefully.
You hesitantly looked down at him, meeting his gaze before and shook your head shyly, answering his question. He just simply stared at you, as if he was trying to read you while a faint smirk was on his face.
"Then what's with all the games, hm? Why are you playing wit' me?" He questions darkly as his hands roam your body, "You think I don't know how you feel about me?"
You stayed quiet, which was the exact reply he needed to be proved right. You were on the fence, nervously anticipating what he was going to do or say next.
Roman chuckles, and his hands find his way inside your shorts, taking a handful of your ass in his hands making you gasp, and you got even more wet.
"Or were you too scared to tell me?" He said quietly, and was about two inches away from your face. You inhaled slowly, and your eyes fell to his lips.
"I wasn't scared.." You trail off, lying through your teeth. Roman licked his lips, alternating his attention between your eyes and lips.
"If you're not scared," He challenged, bringing you even closer, trapping any space between you both, giving you no choice to give in, "Then show me."
You stared into his lustful eyes for one, lingering second before you smashed your lips into his, resting your hands on his face while he returned the kiss right away, tightening his grip on your ass. Lord knows how long you've wanted to do that, there was a whole bunch of emotions running around in your mind; Relief, Happiness, Lust, but most importantly, Love. You loved Roman more than anything and it was beyond overwhelming that you finally got the chance to show him, through your mind, soul, and body.
As the makeout session got more heated, your bodies reacted with it. Your hips began to move in sync with his, creating a huge amount friction and pleasure. You moaned softly into the kiss, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside of your mouth, having a battle with your own. His hands trailed up to your waist, holding them firmly as you moved against him and he broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours, "I want you to say the words." He says, trying to control his heavy breath.
You both stare intensely into each other's eyes as he moves your hips faster, making you come undone, "Say it. Say it to me."
You nodded quickly, knowing exactly what he meant, wanting nothing more to get to the point, the teasing was driving you crazy, "I want you to fuck me," You say bluntly with a shaky breath. Roman smiled lazily, slowing down your hip movements and pecked your lips, "That's my girl."
He picked you up from the bench with your legs wrapped around his waist, and switched you around so that you were sitting down. Your face was instantly met with his pelvic area, and his member that damn near poked out of his shorts. He looked huge, you gulped, startled from the surprise. Roman tilted your head up gently to look at him, then took your hand and put it on his bulge.
"You see what you do to me?" He asked, licking his lips slowly, and you could even spot how glistened they were. In response, you smirked, tracking your hand up a little to grab the waist band of his shorts but he quickly stopped you.
"Not so fast, baby girl." He warned you, and you frowned a little, wondering why he wouldn't let you continue.
"You come first, always." Roman caressed your cheek and nodded his head toward the bench, motioning for you to lay down, "Lay down for me."
You laid down against the bench, adjusting a little bit to more comfortable and Roman dropped onto his knees his front of you, running his hands over your thighs and briefly on your stomach, taking in your body.
"Look at you.." He trailed off, opening your legs and licked his lips. "Not being able to hold still, why are you shaking, Mama?"
You sighed, looking down at him, meeting his lustful stare. You shook your head, and whispered, "Stop teasing me."
"After all the teasing you've done this entire time?" He questions, slightly looking at you like you were crazy, and gives you his sexy smile along with shaking his head, "Nah, that's not how this works."
His finger trailed down your slit, tracing it through your shorts. Your boy was so hot, wanting even more, you knew that you were drenched down there.
"I don't think you understand who you're dealing with." He says carefully as he continues to trace the outlines of your pussy through your shorts, "When you tease me, your teasing Daddy.."
The way he said Daddy made your breathing pace quicken, and your heart beat faster. You didn't know much you could take.
"And when you tease Daddy, there's consequences." Roman presses harshly on clit, making all of your nerves shoot through your body. You bit your lip, closing your eyes trying not to utter a sound.
"You're going to learn not to mess with me," He kisses the inside of you thigh softly, "And you're going to learn what happens to pretty girls like you who don't wanna' listen." He leaves one last kiss on your other inner thigh before he pulls off your shorts, revealing your blue, soaked panties.
"So here's how it's going to go down, Princess." He rubs your clit gently, teasing you painfully, "I call the shots, and you're gonna' do what I say. You're going to listen to Daddy, and if you disobey me in the slightest, your punishment will get worse. Do you understand?"
You were at loss of words, and didn't know what else to say. You had absolutely no idea what you were in for, but you couldn't wait. He smacked your thigh, not too hard but to get your attention making you jump, "When I ask you something, you answer." He demanded in a raspy voice.
"Y-Yes." You stuttered, letting him take full of control of your body. Roman smirked, watching you unravel under his touch, "Good."
His eyes then trailed down your soaked pussy and his mouth watered, dying to get a peak and a taste. His captivating fingers started to move faster, massaging your clit and you couldn't help but squirm a little, and the minute he felt you move, he put his hand on top of your pelvic bone, holding you down.
"Don't move," Roman warned. You had no where to go, and you tried your best to keep still as he played with your pussy, but it was extremely hard too. You inhaled deeply, and a soft moan followed after not being able to hold in it anymore.
"You like that shit, don't you?" He chuckled darkly, finding your sweet moans very sexy. To drive you more wild, he lifted your panties to the side, revealing your pussy to the bleak air.
"Damn, baby. All this, for me?" He says, talking about your wetness. Your hand traveled over your sports bra, clenching your breast, not knowing what to do with yourself.
"Please.." You beg, Roman presses his thumb onto your clit, rubbing it slowly and his pace gradually gets faster.
"Already not listening to Daddy?" He questions, with an innocent expression however as he stares at you, he places a long, slow lick on your slit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and he stops there, sliding your panties off all the way and stands up.
"Get up," He orders. You follow his demands getting up off of the bench and he grabs a hold of your waist, bringing you close to him and smacks you ass.
"What did I tell you?" He whispers in your ear, with his hands briefly roaming your ass before he smacked it again, making you jump.
Before you could answer, without warning, his hand slips between the both of you, reaching your pussy and his finger slips inside of you. You gasp, tightly holding onto his shoulders and burried your face into his chest.
"Roman.." You moaned into his shirt as his skilled fingers had their way with you. Roman kissed your forehead, and then kissed your ear before he whispered.
"It's okay, baby." He cooed into your ear as his fingers moved fastly between your folds. "You wanna be bad and show out? That's fine. If you wanna' act like a brat, I'll treat you like one.
His fingers slipped out of your wetness and he turned the both of you around, laying on the bench and pulled you on top of him. He scooted upwards the bench as you straddled him and he motioned for you to come forward with his finger, "Sit on my face."
You sort of zoned out, not being able to prepare yourself for what was about to happen. Your pussy clenched just by his words, and your breath became shaky.
"I'm not asking you again." He warned intensely, and you snapped out of it, doing what he said and slowly adjusted yourself over his face. He grabbed your hips firmly, keeping you still as you held the weight bar for support.
Then, as you lowered yourself onto him, his tongue met your wetness and began exploring your folds like no tomorrow. You closed your eyes tightly shut, throwing your head back, not being able to think straight. He moved your hips back and forth, tasting every inch of you as you moaned uncontrollably. His tongue truly had a mind of its own, it moved so fast that you could barely think straight
Sounds of him tasting you echoed across the room, pushing you over the edge as he was lost between your folds. His tongue circled around you clit multiple times before taking it fully into his mouth, sucking the life out of your soul. His eyes trailed up your body and onto your facial expressions, getting even more hard at the love faces you were making. He loved the fact that he was making you feel good, trapped with no where to go. Roman would have fantasies like this all the time, and he's been wanting to do this to you for a long time. His dreams were coming true right before his eyes.
He slowed down his pace, and inserted his tongue inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and he couldn't help but smile partly in response as he tongued your folds. He let go of your hips, and his hands slowly traveled inside of his shorts, pleasing himself as he let you take control.
"Ride my face." He said sexily, winking at you. You held the bar tightly, making your balance steady before you slowly started to bounce up and down his tongue gently.
"Oh my God.." You trailed off, whimpering, feeling yourself come close to the edge. If you kept going, you weren't going to be able to hold it any longer.
"I'm gonna' cum." You say, not being able to catch your breath. Roman groaned lowly against you, loving the way you tasted and from the pleasure he was giving himself. He let go of himself and placed his hands back on your hips, moving you faster.
"Cream all over my face, baby girl." He encouraged you, gripping your hips tightly, not daring to take his eyes off of you. His hand reached up your body, sneaking underneath your sports bra and massaged your breast. You closed you eyes shut, repeating the word yes yes yes over and over again before you finally reached your peak, along with your legs shaking slightly. He slowed down your movements, leaving one last kiss on your slit as you took deep breaths, trying to recover from your orgasm.
You got up slowly, swinging your leg around to get up off of him. Roman propped his elbows, helping himself get back up and he wasted no time in pulling you on top of his lap, kissing your lips passionately, and you giggled in response, which made him smile into the kiss. You took the opportunity to undo his hair from his bun, letting it all fall down to his shoulders as you tasted yourself on hips lips. As you continued to make out with him, he took your sports bra off and you helped him take off his shirt. His arms were wrapped securely around your body, picking you up from the bench and your legs were wrapped around his torso as he backed you up against the wall gently.
He let go of your legs carefully, setting you down on the exercise step-stool. You were now at his level, which was exactly where he wanted you to be.
Roman broke the kiss and grabbed your wrists, placing them above your head against the wall dominantly, he stared into your eyes, then looked you up and down slightly before leaning forward, whispering into your ear once more making your body lose all it's feeling.
"Hear me clearly, and hear me good." He directed you with ease, "You can't fool me, baby. I can tell just by the way you look at me, that I make you nervous. Whenever I have you this close to me, you get shy, and easily embarrassed. You can hardly look me in the eye half of the time because of how you feel towards me. I can read you like no one else can, and you're still doubting yourself. I've told you time, and time again how perfect you are. There's nothing about you I wouldn't change, and I'd give you the whole world if I could, if would you just give me a chance."
"I don't deserve you." You denied, looking away from him, with a hint of sadness in your voice trying to process everything he was saying. He remained holding the both of your wrists, kissing you cheek gently so you would look at him.
"Look at me," He pleaded softly. You eyes watered, and you hesitantly turned your head back at him.
"Stop saying that," Roman rested his forehead against yours. "You complete me, you always have."
You stare at him lovingly, feeling like you could get emotional by his words alone despite how good he made you feel. No one has ever made you feel the way he did, and at times he seemed too good to be true. That's why you often thought that you weren't good enough for him. You weren't shocked by him feeling the same way, because you knew he did, but you were shocked at how after all this time, you were so close to getting what you wanted, which was him.
Roman leaned forward, pecking your lips sweetly, and pulled away a little from you to take off his shorts along with his briefs, showing himself to you. You're eyes slightly widened at the sight, and your breath thickened as you saw him stroke himself slowly, aligning his dick to your entrance.
"Let Daddy please you.." He slapped his dick gently onto your pussy, making you squirm underneath his grasp, biting your lip as you both stared intensely at each other. Roman grabbed your right leg, placing it over his shoulder so he could have more access to you. He loved where he had you, especially loving you flexible you were, "Let me show you how much I love you. I don't care how loud you scream, how much you squirm or how badly you can't take it anymore. I won't stop until I have you cumming over, and over again. You will say my name, and you will acknowledge me. Listen, shut the fuck up, and take this dick."
Without warning, he slams inside you, causing your mouth to fall wide open and your eyes to roll back in pleasure. There was a little bit of pain since you were caught off guard, but not a whole lot. He groans, cursing under his breath and tightens his grip on your wrists, "You're so tight, babygirl. Shit.." He trails off as he slowly thrusts into you.
You bit your lip so hard that you started to feel blood drip from how harsh you attacked it, trying to be quiet like he said. Roman closed his eyes in pure bliss from how good you were making him feel. He loosed his grip on your wrist, letting one of your hands fall down while his other hand interlaced with yours on the wall as he kept stroking you. He leaned his forehead onto yours again, kissing you deeply as he continued to stroke you.
You wanted him to go faster, you were dying for him to go faster. You broke the kiss, throwing your head back, trying your hardest not to moan but there was no way you could hold it in anymore. Roman took the opportunity to leave kisses on your neck, and whisper nasty things to you.
"You feel so fucking good, my sweet girl." He moaned into your ear deeply, breathing heavily. You felt him inch closer and closer to your G-spot and you couldn't help but blurt out a sound of love, and Roman chuckled darkly, licking your earlobe slowly, "Whatchu' gotta say now, huh? You like the way Daddy's deep inside you? Making love to you? You love that shit? Yeah? Talk to me."
"Roman.." You beg, not being able to take it anymore. "Stop teasing me, baby. Please."
"Then say my name." He growled into you ear, with bass in his voice, "You hear me? Say, my name. Beg for it. Beg."
"I want you to go faster, please. I'm begging you." You're eyes started to gloss over from how good you were feeling, "Please, Daddy. Fuck me." You shakily whisper into his ear, and he instantly switches positions. He brings your leg down gently, and picks you up while he's still inside you. You wrap your legs around his waist tightly with your arms around his shoulders, and his hand firmly on your ass, holding you up.
"Hold on tight," Roman warns you briefly before railing up into you roughly, bouncing you up and down his dick. You screamed so loud that the neighbors could've heard you from so far away, but you didn't care, neither of you did. He was making you feel so, extremely good that it nearly made you want to pass out, you never had dick like this before, ever.
You held onto him tightly, running your fingers through his hair as he continued to fuck you. Both of you muttered insanely dirty things to each other back and forth the entire time while heavily breathing, moaning loudly. The pleasure was so overwhelming that tears began to roll down your face.
"Fuck, yes." You sighed heavily, and whimpered in ecstasy, "Don't stop, baby. Please please please." You repeatedly fastly, feeling yourself about to finish.
"Who's pussy is this?" He questions, squeezing your ass harshly, going even faster.
"It's yours, Daddy." You answer helplessly, starting to lose a little energy from how good he was giving it to you.
"And who do you belong to?"
"You, I'm all yours." You promise him. Your eyes slowly started to shut and your climax was building faster and faster, "Shit, I'm gonna cum."
"Cum," He egged you on. "Cum all over this dick."
Once he said the words, you held him even tighter than before and let your climax take over. You shook a little bit, trying to catch your breath. Roman's wickedly fast strokes came to a stop, slowing down, and kissed your cheek before sitting down on the exercise stool with him still inside of you but you were still on top of him.
He put his hands on your hips, trying to guide you but you put your hands on his wrist, wanting him to stop. You didn't think you could take anymore. Roman shook his head with a tired smirk, running his tongue over his bottom lip, "Don't even try running away, you're not done. Keep fucking going, you don't stop until I tell you too."
Since you were a still sensitive from your last orgasm, you goosebumps and shivers jolted across your body as you continued to ride his dick slowly. It was really hard, and you could barely keep a rhythm going, but Roman helped guide to since he knew that. As you threw your head back, he leaned down and took your nipple into his mouth, alternating between the both of them occasionally. His hand trailed down your ass, squeezing it, wanting you to pick up the pace.
"Come on, put in that work. You wanted this dick so bad, take it." He whispered lustfully to you, staring into your eyes and was about two inches away from your face. As you picked up the pace and went faster, Roman's eyes fell shut and he bit his lip, leaning his head against the wall.
"Fuck," He moaned, emphazing the word and dragging it out as your hips circled. Roman looked beyond sexy, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. Just looking his reaction to how you were making him feel, it could make you cum again right then and there.
"Just like that, lil' Mama." He brought you closer to him, embracing you as he continued to ride him. Then, to bring you and himself close to the edge, he pinned your shoulders down and railed up into you, getting close.
"You're gonna' make me fucking cum." He groaned lowly into your ear as you continued to moan uncontrollably into his, "You want this nut? You wanna' have my kids, baby?"
You nodded quickly, clinging onto him as you felt another orgasm approaching you. You couldn't even cry anymore, you were so out of it that you couldn't even explain what you were feeling, "Cum inside me, Daddy." You begged.
He stroked harshly a couple more times before they eventually became sloppy, getting ready to release inside of you. Your G-Spot was hit just enough by the Samoan, making you cum all over again, but this time with him. Both of you moaned loudly, trying to catch your breath and held onto each other tightly, trying to come down from your high.
Then, you both heard the doorbell ring, making you both jump and pull apart from each other. You both looked towards the gym door and back at each other. You grinned, trying to hold back a laugh and he did the same, but you both ended up laughing. He grabbed your face, adoring your smile and infectious laugh, "You're so beautiful." He gushes to you as he kisses your lips tenderly. You smile into the kiss, kissing him back and pulled away partly.
"Do you think anyone heard us?" You asked, he shrugged, squeezing the life out of you, making you laugh again.
"I don't know, but if they did, I don't care." He pecked your lips twice, and hugged you, nuzzling his face into your neck.
"I love you so much." He says with his chest, meaning every word he said.
You smiled softly, rubbing circles on his back gently, and your heart warmed. You wanted nothing more than to hear him say that, you felt complete.
"I love you more."
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𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 | 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, one-shot
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 6.7k
𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐧: Ao3, Wattpad
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: post-time skip, aged-up characters, implied/referenced sex, sensitive topics(?)
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: This is a kind of “interactive” one-shot. At some point, you’ll find the link for the playlist I’ve created for the story. It’s not mandatory, of course. The songs are mentioned and their lyrics are quoted anyways.
I tried to keep the reader as gender-neutral as possible, I hope it works.
To be honest, I wrote the first half of this one-shot at 3 am after a very deep conversation with a friend of mine about struggling with self-love as “young adults”. It wasn’t meant to be public but I felt like sharing it. I hope this will help or at least cheer you up as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Lastly, italics when Daichi sings/for the lyrics and English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes!
Thanks for reading this,
Laurelle.
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Taxes, laundry, rent, bills, grocery shopping, bank accounts, job interviews. These were just some of the things whose thought alone made you already shiver. Adulthood and the multiple responsibilities that had come with it scared the shit out of you, at times it completely fucked up your sleep schedule, and put your sanity at stake, but at least you weren’t alone in this. At least, you had Daichi.
You two had faced college together, one at each other’s side, and now you were again together in that new chapter of your life called adulthood.
By then, you two had been living in that little, yet cozy apartment for a few months. The Karasuno team had lent you a hand by making the move less hard, unpacking boxes and decorating the empty shelves with an unnecessary amount of frames, random objects, and souvenirs from their trips. All of this as Daichi was training at your hometown’s Police Department and as you were trying to find your place in the world, between part-time jobs and “real” job interviews.
The new routine was dull, draining, at times even overwhelming. The closer you were getting to make your dream life come true, the more your daily life felt like a nightmare. The more you felt tired, unmotivated, ultimately empty. And you couldn't help but wonder if that was really worth it anymore.
You started to slowly give up on your hobbies and passions, to spend your free time on the new couch, just spacing out, and to eventually forget about yourself. You didn’t want to sound too pathetic but life seemed to have lost its flavor. At that point, it just tasted like disinfectants and instant noodles.
Those fucking instant noodles … You thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror that evening. None of your planned outfits for that night fitted anymore, none, and at the sudden realization, that familiar smell of instant noodles rose inside your nostrils. But instant noodles weren’t really the point. Your outfits not fitting anymore wasn’t the point either. That you in that mirror was the point. That stranger. That empty shell.
The familiar boomy sound of keys twisting inside the front door’s lock, a click, and Daichi was finally home.
“I’m baaack” You heard him say - almost yell - and then saw him coming inside the kitchen to greet you.
“May I have a kiss?” He shyly asked, placing his hand on the small of your back, drawing little circles to get your attention.
“Sure,” You turned your head for a quick, soft peck on his lips, then got back to your chore.
“Still in your PJs, babe?” He commented, his voice small, clearly weakened by his long, draining day at work.
By that time, you were supposed to be ready to head out, but something in the process went wrong. On the other side of the city, a nice restaurant - highly suggested by Michimiya sometime before - was waiting for you and Daichi to arrive in twenty minutes.
“Yeah… I have to finish cooking these for tomorrow before we head out…” You murmured as your words fell down to the pot beneath you.
That wasn’t a lie, but in all fairness, you were only trying to avoid the truth. Little did you know you were about to experience what living with a future detective really meant.
Besides his professional deformation, when it came to you, Daichi never failed to sense when something was off. Even just from a slight change of your tone. He was so used to your voice that the most insignificant variation of its sound seemed to conceal a tiny, secret message only for him to decipher.
Anyways, you kept looking down, your mind somewhere else, your eyes still lost in the little fog coming from the pot. You still didn’t dare to look at him, which was rather unusual. Strange. Kind of suspicious.
Daichi rocked his head in your direction, trying to find other tangible clues for that particular case he wasn’t expecting to face once at home. Yet nothing was really out of place, except that gloomy aura all around you. Therefore, he decided to just play it cool for the moment and let you be.
Maybe he was overthinking. Maybe he was just being paranoid. The only thing that really mattered was that night to be perfect for both of you.
It wasn’t a special occasion or else, just Daichi’s first free evening after a whole month of night shifts. And in addition to that, that dinner had been meticulously planned the previous week. Nothing could have ruined it. Nothing.
Yeah, he was just being paranoid, for sure. Nothing to worry about.
Daichi moved away from you and walked towards the front door again. Then, he plugged his phone on the little speaker at the entrance and played the playlist you two loved to blast whenever you were at home, cleaning the house, or just swinging from a room to another.
And that was when everything got even more suspicious in Daichi’s perspective.
The first song came on (“Come Through and Chill” by Miguel, J.Cole, Salaam Remi ), the little bass drums slowly filling the room, vibrating from wall to wall, gradually reaching your feet through that old wooden pavement. And yet, you stayed completely still.
Suspicious .
“Everything ok?” He casually asked you from a distance, putting the phone back down on top of the speaker.
“Yeah, good, good. You?” You mumbled, trying to hide your words under the rhythm.
Even more suspicious .
It wasn’t only your voice, but your posture, your face, just your aura that seemed so… Different. Even though you two hadn’t been living together for long at that point, he could simply tell what looked ordinary and what not. You knew each other and dated since college, which at that point meant years of studying the other up close, not only as partners but firstly - and mainly - as friends. Two best friends always looking out for one another. Those had been years of sincere trust and affection.
Funny thing was that neither of you could imagine that a casual encounter in a cafè would have taken that turn. But Suga knew. And Asahi too. Everybody knew, except you two.
One morning, the vending machine of your department was out of order, and that was just the tenth curveball of that day. It’s not even thirty past eight and I already want to go back to sleep , you sighed, walking outside the campus, looking for a cafè or something.
As fate would have it, the tiny, little-known coffee shop you found right behind the corner was Asahi’s workplace, which brought both Suga and Daichi to have their breakfast there every single morning.
Your first time there, your order was mistaken with Daichi’s, one thing led to another, and after a while, you two started hanging out frequently. Then even more consistently. Then no Asahi or Suga around. No coffee shop. Study sessions at his place. Then at your place. A movie night that actually looked and felt like a proper date. And eventually, that friendship blossomed into something else, something pretty serious.
You didn’t even realize when or how that happened, it just felt right. You two didn’t even have a real “date” for when your relationship had begun. For the sake of simplicity, you both used to count from your first kiss, both aware that whatever you two shared had started even before that, even that morning in that tiny, little-known coffee shop.
That was the type of love that comes easily, without warning, silently tiptoeing into your life.
Back in your apartment, once freed from his jacket, Daichi made again his appearance at your side, now wearing a playful look and about to hit his favorite line of the lyrics. He almost made you startle.
“Hello, stranger… It's been a minute since we last kicked it” He sang and swung around you, positioning himself right behind you to wrap you in a warm hug. Then, gingerly nestling his head in the curve of your neck, he breathed against your skin, “Now that I’m home, I’m all good… ”
Bear hugs were Daichi’s thing and also your not-so-secret Achilles’ heel, for sure. So, you just leaned in his embrace and welcomed his familiar, calming scent. But still, you didn’t have the courage to face him.
Very, very suspicious .
Your oddly detached behaviors made his brow pinch and his mind wander as he left soft pecks all over your jaw and neck. No reaction , Daichi thought, taking mental notes of your actions.
At that point, he gave you one last, gentle kiss, this time on your shoulder, right where the hem of your shirt met your skin, and then silently made a step back. Daichi’s first thought was to temporarily let you be. A quick shower and a change of clothes were very much needed after that long day. He thought he still got time to unravel your mood.
Still focused on the pot, you heard him tell you, before disappearing in your bedroom, “I’ve been thinking about tonight all day, love. I literally can’t wait to try this restaurant!”
You felt a knot in your stomach.
Why was it so hard for you to simply tell him? To simply put into words how you felt? You knew he would have understood, you knew how sensitive Daichi was, especially when it came to you. But to look so needy, so lost in his eyes made you feel just weak. Not vulnerable, not emotional, just a weak person in need. And the last thing you wanted was to look or feel like a burden to Daichi. You knew how stressed and overworked he was. That was a pretty tough period for you both and you felt like you had no right to complain. Daichi never did, and all you wanted was to be as strong as he was.
It didn’t take much for Daichi to be ready, all cleaned up and dressed for the occasion. Nothing too elegant or pretentious, he was a very casual type of guy even when it came to clothes, but that was still your night. A little more effort won’t hurt , he thought as he picked his outfit, preferring a classic, white, button-up shirt to his favorite sweater - his safe choice whenever he didn’t know what to wear.
He just wanted to look good that night, to look good for your eyes only.
Right when “Sunflower” by Post Malone and Swae Lee started, Daichi’s unmistakable cologne stood above the food’s thick smell coming from the pot. You immediately turned around.
He looked handsome, as always. The view made your belly twitch again.
“Hey hon, remember that time we went to see Spiderman with Suga, Asahi, and Kyoko?” He started to speak, crossing the room with slow strides in your direction.
“You fell in love with this song on the spot. Oh my god, I think you blasted it in the car at least ten times on our way back...” He said wrapping his arms around your waist again, making you turn and trying to initiate a slow dance with you.
“I know you’re scared of the unknown, you don’t wanna be alone” He sang, “I know I always come and go,” The lyrics hitting way too close to home, “But it’s out of my control”
At that point, he held you tight, roaming his big, callous hands all over your back as he glanced at the pot from above your shoulder.
“That looks delicious, babe. Can’t wait to eat it tomorrow. I just know it tastes as good as it looks…”
There he was again, being all supportive and loving no matter what. So damn cheesy, he could have made someone sick. But not you.
You weren’t much of a chef yourself and you knew it, but you tried your best. And Daichi appreciated it a lot. He was so proud of you, always so blindly proud. He was undoubtedly a better chef than you were, but he still left you space to experiment and try out new things.
You never thought you could enjoy cooking that much, but probably Daichi being a foodie played a role in that. A foodie, well, possibly the biggest foodie you knew. The thought alone of food could make him insane, let’s say slightly irrational like he wasn’t functioning normally.
That was at the beginning when you both had all the time in the world to even plan a food competition and invite all your friends over to eat and vote for your plates. In the beginning, when that apartment’s walls were still white and bare, when the only furniture you owned was an old red couch and several boxes with all your things still packed inside. In the beginning, when there were way fewer things to care about in your daily routine.
“It’s ready, I guess. I should turn off the stove… ” You mumbled against his chest, then turned around still sweetly trapped in his embrace.
“Then you’re left in the dust… mhmhIdon’trememberthewordsmm” He kept singing behind your back, “ You’re the sunflower, I think your love would be too-”
When the little flame disappeared under the pot, a sharp sigh accidentally left your mouth.
“Daichi…” You breathed, squeezing his right hand still gently pressed on your belly.
Daichi .
You rarely called him by his first name. You’d usually go with “love” or “babe” or whatever sweet name came into your mind at that specific moment. Daichi . “Daichi” was something like a safeword, a code for “I’m dead serious right now”, “Your mum is calling” or, like this time, “Something is wrong”.
At that signal, the Karasuno’s former captain knew exactly what to do as if a ball had just flown past an invisible volleyball net right in front of him. That was just the confirmation he needed to make his move.
Living together, making a long-term relationship works, sticking together regardless, all of these for you both were based on the little things you started to learn about one another. Most of the time failing but never giving up on the other person. And this, this was one of those “little things”.
Daichi .
Wordlessly, he went straight to his phone and turned down the music at its lowest, the songs just a light, almost unperceivable background. You turned in his direction, watching him attentively, in silence, until he beckoned you to follow him.
You did as told and walked with him towards the living room, where he guided you to sit on the couch, your right hand gently secured in his.
He sat down on his heels, right in front of you, and waited, waited for you to say something, giving you all the time you needed to process your thoughts.
Minutes passed, the music still softly playing in the background.
Spendin' all my nights alone, waitin' for you to call me
You're the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep
Tell me what I'm waitin' for
Tell me what I'm waitin' for
I know it's hard but we need each other
(“SUGAR” by BROCKHAMPTON)
When you lifted your gaze to meet his sweet eyes, like two big, dark chocolate nuggets, you still didn’t know what to say. Automatically, his lips parted to catch your attention.
“Love,” His voice so tender it literally broke your heart to keep that facade any longer.
Your lips puckered, your nostrils widened, your eyes got unexpectedly watery until the first of many tears started to run down your face. When your head fell forwards, hiding between your hands, Daichi immediately got you. His arms circled your frame, welcoming you against his chest as you kept weeping noisily.
Daichi stayed silent, his head pressed against your shoulder, moving in sync with each of your sobs.
“Let it out, babe, don’t hold it back.”
At those words, your weeps only seemed to get worse to the point you didn’t know anymore why you were crying in the first place. Maybe you just needed to let it out, to rest, and let yourself get lost in Daichi’s embrace. His warmth felt like home and it was so comforting that after a while you finally cooled down. Nothing was wrong anymore, you were safe and sound.
“When you’re ready, I’m here to listen.” He whispered.
You nodded against his skin, then drew back, revealing your puffed and reddish face. He immediately stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Once back, he kneeled again in front of you and handed you tissues and a glass of water.
“Thanks,” You murmured and then blew your nose.
Daichi just stared at you, his eyes wandering all over your figure as you shrugged and sighed. You opened your mouth only to close it a second later. You didn’t even know where to start. Your bottom lip quivered, you felt like you’re about to cry again.
“What’s going on, love?” His voice small and tender.
You sighed again and gave a quick look to the clock behind him. It was almost time to leave. Actually, at that point, you were already late. Your eyes found his again and a thought occurred to you. He looked so happy until a moment before, singing and dancing, all dressed up, ready to leave and try that restaurant. But now there he was, all worried for you, down on his knees, not caring if that position was messing and creasing his shirt.
“It’s really nothing. Just had a bad day. I should go get-” You tried to stand up, but Daichi’s hands stopped you right there, pinning you down again.
“Are you sure, that’s just it?”
You couldn’t physically bring yourself to lie to Daichi. Not even for the smallest things. Not even for a white lie.
“To be honest, I don’t really feel like going out tonight…”
His eyebrows twitched. First clue unlocked.
“That’s fine. Let me just give them a call-”
“No, no. There’s no need. We should go anyway. It’s really nothing.”
Daichi was never really fond of you being difficult, he’d rather prefer you being straightforward. But sometimes, your pride overtook you. Nevertheless, that was not the right time to point out you were being too stubborn, so he just reassured you, saying,
“Listen, it’s up to you, babe. Your wish is my command, you know that, right?”
Daichi was always so kind. From time to time, you even believed he was way too good for you. Too good, it’s almost unfair , you thought.
“Really, it’s nothing… I’ve been thinking about tonight all day too. I couldn’t wait to finally spend some time with you…”
He giggled, your sweet tone instantly reassured him, “You know we can always stay at home and just watch a movie, right? Just tell me if you don’t feel like going out and I’ll call the restaurant right away.”
���Well, it’s not that… I… I…” You sighed. You really were being too difficult that time. “To be honest, I don’t know what-” Your voice cracked, “I really don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Daichi leaned closer and kissed your forehead, then stood up and grabbed his phone. From a distance you clearly heard him talk to someone, apologizing and saying something else you didn’t quite catch. The restaurant , you thought. You instantly walked towards him and tried to oppose, but Daichi politely hushed you and just hung up.
“Why did you do that?” You asked him.
“Cause it seems like you can’t decide right now. The restaurant can wait, really, but whatever is going on with you cannot. And now, if you want to tell me more about it I’m here, if not I’ll just let you be, or if-”
You grabbed his hands, stopping him. Your head swung from side to side as you collected your thoughts.
“It’s just that… I don’t know where to start.” You said and plopped yourself down on the couch.
He softly asked you when that started, if you remembered what little event had possibly triggered your current mood, and suddenly the right words found their way out of your mouth.
It had just been one of those everything-goes-wrong kinds of days, no rest, and too many things to do that eventually you found yourself already in front of the closet without even realizing it. Your eyes were drained and unfocused after all those hours in front of your laptop, working, sending emails, and stuff like that. Your stomach was aching and bloating after eating the previous night’s leftovers. Your legs were sore. Your mind was blank, empty, and at the same time also full of imprecise thoughts about work, what you needed to do before heading out, the dinner, the clothes, that mirror right in front of you.
You described to him this confused overwhelming sensation you had been experiencing for the previous months and all along Daichi was carefully listening to you, nodding and humming. From time to time he tried to comfort you, saying that it was quite understandable since you both started a new, complicated chapter of your lives since there were so many things to be settled and done, etc. He even apologized if he had accidentally neglected you in some way. He was so stressed and focused on work, he barely noticed what was going on with you. But you didn’t seem to listen to his words. Every single time you just replied with the same anxious thoughts you had already said before.
At some point, Daichi interrupted you, saying, “Babe, look at me and be honest,” then grabbed your hands and looked straight into your still reddish eyes, “Do you want me to listen … Or do you want some advice ?”
That was a thing Daichi had learned with time, not only from you but also from his experience as a captain. Sometimes people just need to vent, some other times to be taken by the hand and helped, but there are also other times when people may even need both.
You sighed. “Both I guess?”
He hummed and kept listening at other incoherent stuff you mumbled next about yourself, your image, your perception of yourself, “And that damn outfit! I’ve been thinking about it all day! It was my only option and it didn’t work! I looked terrible, I could barely stand my reflection in the mirror… Why do I have to feel so miserable about a damn outfit?! And then I put my PJ back on and I thought I looked like a fucking cartoon! I wanted to hide under a blanket and just disappear… I must sound delusional right now…”
New clues unlocked.
“No, absolutely, you’re not delusional, love. But... Let me ask you this. What is really bothering you? How you look or how you feel ?”
You tilted your head and pondered his question. At that moment you realized you had never thought about it that way before. How I look or how I feel… , you kept thinking for a while.
However, you still weren’t able to unravel that truth, therefore you just kept rumbling about those stupid clothes not fitting you anymore for another solid couple of minutes.
Daichi chuckled.
“That just means you need to do more shopping, babe,” He pointed out and leaned in to pepper your neck with soft kisses. You couldn’t help but giggle as his kisses alternated with random names of your favorite shops where you two could have gone to the next day to buy something. But eventually, you lightly pushed him away, not because you really wanted to but... Something wasn’t still quite right and you didn’t know what it was. That made you feel ultimately uneasy.
Daichi drew back on his heels, his hands still on your sides, sweetly caressing your hips. He stayed there and just contemplated you as your mind spun around and other vague thoughts piled up in your head.
“So, is there something else?” He softly asked.
“I guess so… It’s not about the clothes. I think it’s me. I look so different and I feel so different, I can barely recognize myself.”
“Love, you have so many things to do, I know it’s hard to find time for you to eat clean or be active. Maybe I should propose less pizza and stuff—”
“No, no, babe, it’s not you... I just feel awful about myself.”
“You feel , but you’re definitely not. I guarantee you that.” Daichi immediately comforted you.
“You know the saying, love is blind…” You tried to joke around.
“It sure is. I could love you with my eyes closed, but even with my eyes wide open, I can’t see anything wrong with you.”
Daichi’s love confessions were sappy at their core, but his voice was always so direct and honest they always sounded like facts. And they never failed to catch you off guard. Daichi used to be shy and awkward in the beginning of your relationship. He was constantly blushing hard and messing with his sentences whenever it came to talk to you. However, with time, his affection and ways started to be so sincere and straightforward you didn’t even know how to contradict him or how to even say anything back.
“I wish you could see yourself through my eyes…” His tone suddenly painted with melancholy, “Then you could see how beautiful you are, how precious, how…” He felt it too. He felt he was getting too emotional, so he tried to take the edge off, coming back to his goofy side. “No, no. Rewind. You might end up dumping me. Nah nah, not gonna happen!” He muffled, hiding his head against your belly, curling up with his torso over your lap.
You couldn’t help but laugh. You loved him so much.
“Jokes aside,” He said, lifting his head and looking up at you. “Tell me, babe, is this really such a big deal? Because if it bothers you to this point, you should think about it more carefully... Can I help you in some way?”
“Honestly, I-I don’t know how you could help me,” You confessed, “I feel like I’m not taking care of myself, but I also lack motivation to actually do something about it. It’s a dog chasing its own tail, you know what I mean?”
“Yeah, I get it… Well, I could encourage you, first. But then I could also help you and try to do things with you, like…” He thought about it for a couple of seconds. “What if I call Tanaka? He's a personal trainer but he also knows a lot about nutrition. He may suggest something delicious but fast and healthy for us to cook. It could be beneficial for both of us. We have been literally eating our stress away recently. You know what, I feel bloated too…” Daichi added and then proceeded to touch his tummy.
You lightly pushed him again and started to shower him with compliments. You couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that Daichi could ever possibly be insecure about himself. He was… Daichi. He was just perfect.
He smirked at your reaction and got closer to shut your mouth with a sudden, deep kiss.
“Can I tell you a secret?” He whispered, just an inch away from your lips.
“Sure, what is it?” You said almost laughing. A secret?
“Ok, look at my pants,” Daichi said, drawing back until he stood up, right in front of you.
“Yeah, I’m looking at them and they look really good on you-” You started to say and tried to make him spin around to point out how good he looked in those dark pants. That was actually your favorite pair, you loved the way they highlighted his muscular legs, how- But he stopped you right there.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ok, thanks, but have you noticed that I’m not wearing any belt? And actually haven’t worn one in a while?”
You frowned. Where is he getting at?
“And you know why? I don’t really need one anymore. These pants stay up regardless,” Daichi confessed, giggling, “What I mean is… Look, you still like how they fit me. I still like how they fit me. I just know that you would like them even in another size. I would like them as well.”
You just stared at him, quietly pondering his words.
“Anyways, the pants are not the real point. These are just pants. Those things that didn’t fit you aren’t the real point either. You see what I’m trying to tell you?”
You did. You got what he meant, but you were still doubting yourself somehow. Because, in your mind, not fitting your old clothes was just the result of something that slipped out of your hands as you struggled to take care of anything else, except yourself. It wasn’t about your weight or the clothes, it was about losing track of yourself in the process.
“You think I’m perfect while I may, well, I am certainly not. Same goes for you. None of us is perfect, never been, never will. We are just us,” He got closer and sweetly brushed your hair behind your ears, “But for me, in my eyes, you are. And apparently, I’m too in yours. And that’s all that matters.”
Again, just straight facts.
Also, whenever he gave you one of his motivational speeches, he really looked like a captain. You could vividly picture the scene in your head, his teammates carefully listening to him, hanging off his words, right before an important match or even just a regular training session.
“I know it’s extremely cheesy to hear, but it’s also the truth. You’re perfect just the way you are and you’ll always be to me…” His voice small as he kneeled again in front of you. “Even now. Even if you feel lost. The you you’re looking for is still there, it’s not going anywhere. You just need some time and patience to find yourself again.”
You immediately cupped his face, about to tell him something, but before you could spell a single word, he whispered,
“But… But if this is a problem, something you want to change or improve, something you need some help with, then let’s do it, let’s do it together. No. Better. Let’s do it right now!”
Daichi immediately stood up and ran back to the kitchen, where you used to keep your little notebook. Once back, armed with a pen and unmovable willpower, he sat down again and opened the agenda on your lap. Going through your schedule, he noticed how packed it was, pages and pages filled with appointments and notes, but that didn’t scare him.
“Mmm… So, here’s the plan. Our lunch breaks on Monday and Friday look pretty long. We could… Meet at the park. You know, the one right after the supermarket, down the street-”
You nodded, showing him you were following him.
“We could jog a little and then eat something together! That way we’d see each other, have some fun and do something good for our health too… I know jogging doesn’t actually sound much fun, but I swear we’ll have a good time, babe. What do you think?”
Your lips curled upwards into a soft, little half-moon. You couldn’t say no to that.
“Sounds like a plan…” You simply commented.
He looked relieved and then added, “Also, remember that lunch at my mum’s next Sunday? Why don’t we just skip it and go somewhere fancy, like a spa-”
“But we promised-” You tried to object.
“Babe, I know, I know, but we can go some other time. She’ll understand.”
“Okay…”
“It’ll be beneficial for both of us, for real. To be honest, I think I’m this close to a breakdown too,” He laughed.
“You’re right, we should definitely go… You know, I was also thinking about joining some sort of club. I feel like I don't have a hobby or a passion anymore. It’s always work, work, work, the apartment, work, work, work. I feel so… Arid? Mentally. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah… Me too, I was thinking the same exact thing this morning actually… Maybe I should join a volleyball team again. Nothing serious but like a team to play with, just once in a while-”
Your eyes widened, “Oh God! Yes! Absolutely! You should definitely do that, love!”
Daichi nervously chuckled. He wasn’t expecting such an enthusiastic and energetic reaction from you, not after having seen you so blue and distant since he had come back home.
You loved seeing him playing volleyball. You still remembered vividly the times you used to sneak a peek at his practice and matches during college. The first time you saw him playing, all sweat and absorbed in the game, you did a double-take. He looked so hot.
“Alrighty, I’ll definitely think about it… Don’t worry, love, we’ll figure something out.”
“As we always did…” You added, shyly smiling at him.
That situation made you wonder. Life could be hard at times, but if you had the right people around you to rely on, to fight with, or simply talk to, it didn’t seem like that tough anymore.
“Yeah…” He smiled back and instinctively leaned forward to hug you tightly as you welcomed his frame against your chest.
After a few silent minutes, you muffled against his shoulder, “Thank you… I don’t even know how to tell you how thankful I am right now… ”
And in all fairness, there wasn’t much else to add.
“You could start by being less hard on yourself, love,” Daichi said, still pressed against you, “You’re doing so great…”
“You’re way too good to me.” You murmured back, your voice slightly above a whisper.
At your words, he brushed his head from side to side against your shoulder, silently disagreeing with your affirmation. He was just as good to you as you deserved.
Right at that moment, “Best Part” by Daniel Caesar and H.E.R. came on and Daichi thought that there couldn't have been a better time than that for that specific song to start.
He drew back from your hug and guided you to stand up with him, then walked backward to reach the center of the living room, his eyes still fixed on you.
“Siri, turn up the volume!” He ordered his phone to do as he took you in his arms.
You simply stared at him and followed his actions, like a puppet under his spell. His arms welcomed your figure and your fingers locked, your two bodies perfectly molded one against the other as you slow-danced to the rhythm, allowing yourself to utterly enjoy that moment.
A strange feeling warmed your belly, like an overwhelming wave of happiness was overtaking all your senses. Your mouth instinctively opened to shower Daichi with random compliments, words of gratitude, and all sorts of sweet nothings. He loved to be praised by you but after a while he tried to playfully hush you, holding you even tighter and whispered next to your ear a line of that song that seemed to be written right for you. Better, right for him to sing it for you.
“I just wanna see how beautiful you are, you know that I see it, I know you're a star. Where you go I follow, no matter how far. If life is a movie, oh you're the best part…”
The music eventually faded and an hour later you and Daichi were once again in your bed, curled up in your sheets, as you leafed through Netflix’s catalog, fruitlessly. In the end, you just end up cuddling and ultimately dozing off. Nothing special had happened that night, but you felt so restored, at peace, as if everything was completely fine again.
When you woke up the morning after, Daichi was already gone. You were used to this too. No night shifts meant early shifts. But this also had its perks, like the tiny heart-shaped post-it notes he liked to leave in the bathroom for you to read them as you washed your face or brushed your teeth. The breakfast? Ready on the kitchen counter, another post-it note on top of it. And then another one, on the front door, “I can’t wait to see you at lunch <3”
At noon, you two met up at the park as planned. A little warm-up under Daichi’s careful instructions and then you were ready to start. Just a casual jog, nothing too demanding, as you enjoyed the fresh air and the good company of that day.
During the whole run, Daichi kept encouraging you like a real captain and a loyal partner would do, saying that you were doing great, that you looked very good in those leggings, that you were half done at that point, and then that you could do it, you were almost at the end at that point.
“The last lap, babe! We’re almost done!” Daichi shouted, turned his head in your direction, and gave you a wide, shining smile.
“I-I think I’m done for today…” You panted as you struggled to keep up with his pace.
“Six more minutes and we’re done! C’mon! Don’t give up!” He incited but you soon waved the white flag, signaling him your surrender.
Daichi halted and got closer to you. A strange, gloomy aura suddenly spread all around him. A mischievous grin appeared on his face right when he whispered, an inch away from your sweaty face,
“Quitters don’t get their prize, you know that?”
Your breath almost failed you, when you told him, “Yeah, yeah, you can eat my lunch, I don’t want it anymore…”
But apparently, Daichi had another prize in his mind, another type of meal .
“Mmmh, that’s not the reward I was planning to give you…” His voice sounded dangerously seductive for the location you two were at the moment. Your eyes widened at the sudden realization.
His hands slowly roamed from your hands to your shoulders, then cupped your cheeks. His tone got back to normal when he playfully squeezed your face and said, “Six minutes!”
Six minutes passed and the jog was finally over. A little picnic at the park, a quick shower together at home, and then you were good to go. Your afternoon’s tasks awaited you.
That evening Tanaka and Kyoko joined you for dinner. They were both more than happy to give you some advice, to recommend easy and healthy recipes, and to see how the apartment had changed since their last visit.
Later that night, you and Daichi were again in your bed, tired but definitely satisfied. Your back was pressed against his broad chest, your body secured in his warm embrace, your thoughts were quiet, both your body and mind at peace.
You had worked, you had jogged, you had had some fun with Daichi at the park, you had also found some time to finish that book you had forgotten on your desk. Well, actually, Daichi had been texting you during the whole afternoon to remind you to take some breaks from time to time, to have a snack or read something. The dinner with Tanaka and Kyoko had cheered you up more than planned and that full, yet satisfying day was finally over.
You were still lost in your thoughts when you felt Daichi snuggle up, holding you even tighter than before. His left arm was wrapped around your figure while the right one was on top of yours, his fingers gently rubbing your hand, then your wrist and forearm, drawing imaginary patterns all over your skin. As he got closer, ultimately closing that tiny gap between you two, his head found the crook of your neck and gently nestled in it. Then he asked you, his voice hoarse with weariness,
“So? About the jog, did you like it?”
“Weeeell, let’s say that I liked it but mainly because we did it together.” You confessed, “Would I do it alone? I don’t know… Maybe?”
“Fair enough,” He replied and placed a sloppy kiss on your shoulder, his fingers still loosely tracing your arm. Then there was silence, the room was from time to time filled only with the muffled sound of those soft pecks he kept on leaving on your skin.
“You know,” Daichi whispered at some point, between a kiss and another, “Jogging is not the only option…” He paused to clear his throat, “There are other types of activities that we could do…” Another kiss, his breath warm against your neck, his tone husky with desire when he added, “That we could do indoor…”
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The firsts
Guess who's back from the dead lmao
Sorry for not posting lately but I didn't have any motive to write but i had this thought two days ago and thought why not don't mind the name of the chapter I suck at choosing them as you can see
I have a couple of requests i think i will do them but as soon as I finish my finals as they start next week
Wish me luck and thank you for the support ❤️
Being in a relationship with Asahi was the best he was so loving, caring and everything you wanted in a partner he was so understanding that your friends were envying you for that
It helped that you both had the same personality so you understood each other so well you were both a little insecure at times, shy when surrounded by different people but Asahi was better in handling this than you you both were great help for each other in anxiety attacks or on your bad days or even in encouraging each other
And because of that you already knew that you were in love with Asahi Azumane
,you hated when people looked at you suspiciously because of Asahi's looks and so you agreed on no pda in front of strangers
That's for the best for both of you
And that's why you two really appreciate your alone time always filled with cuddles and forehead kisses, fingers intertwined, calming breaths even though it doesn't come so often because you were both still shy around each other and because Asahi has intense training because of the nationals
today you two had planned for a date, finally a weekend when Asahi didn't have to train until he can't walk anymore and so he was quick to ask you on a date since you two haven't probably sat together for the past two weeks and even though you said you understand Asahi insisted on making it up to you with a surprise date
But when you wake up and saw the grey sky out of your window you felt like crying all you wanted was to spend time with Asahi and even the universe was against it
Letting out a heavy sigh you closed the curtain and threw yourself on the bed feeling the vibration of your phone you picked it up wiping the tears that formed in your eyes before you picked up
"Hey Asahi" your voice was low a sign that you were upset and Asahi picked up on it immediately
"y/n don't be upset please a couple of clouds won't ruin our date ok get ready on the same time ok pumpkin"
"Ok Asahi I am looking forward to it"
"Me too"
"Now smile and go eat your breakfast ok"
The way he makes your mood better immediately was ridiculous
Now you had to go through your day looking at the clock all the time counting the hours left before meeting Asahi
When the time has came you started to get dressed for your date you decided on the outfit after trying multiple ones and looked at yourself one more time in the mirror
You did your hair the way you wanted it and your makeup if you want to wear it and as soon as you were done Asahi was already knocking on your door
"Hi Asahi"
"Y/n wow you look amazing"
"You don't look bad yourself"
"Since it's raining I hope you don't mind if we took our date to my room since we can't go on a picnic"
"It's fine but you could have told me to come to your house you didn't have to come here"
"I wouldn't let you walk alone in the rain besides I have always wanted to walk with you under the same umbrella"
"Asahi you're so cute let's go"
It was cold even though the rain had calmed down a little but it was still raining the two of you didn't care though because you were warm from the presence of each other and soon the hands that were brushing shyly were now intertwines together giving you two extra warmth
The small conversations made the walk end rather quickly and now Asahi was opening his door for you both to go in
As soon as you went in you were met with Asahi's mother ready to leave
"Oh hi I am glad I could see you before I leave y/n"
"Mom where are you going?"
"They called me from work there were few problems so I will probably be late today so have fun you two but not so much" Asahi's mom closed the door behind her leaving you two blushing
"So i have prepared a surprise for you but it's in my bedroom I could take it here in the living room if you want I just didn't know that no one will be here and I thought it would be better if we weren't interrupted but if you will feel uncomfortable I can-" you realized that Asahi had been rumbling and worrying so much so you held his hand
"Asahi it's fine I am not uncomfortable take me to your room"
"Ok" Asahi smiled at you and squeezed your hand then walked to his room and you followed behind not letting go of his hand
"I hope you like it" when Asahi stepped aside you saw that he had made a little fort using blankets, pillows and it had little lights
"Oh my god Asahi this is beautiful"
"You liked it?"
"I love it" you wrapped your arms around Asahi's neck smiling before giving him a kiss on his cheek
You cuddled next to Asahi feeling so comfortable from the pillows and the way he held you, you both started eating snacks as you watched the movie Asahi has prepared and while you were eating and cuddling Asahi's hand brushed against your side which caused you to giggle and flinch
"You're ticklish?" Asahi looked at you with a smirk on his face and you feared what he was thinking
"Yes but-" he didn't let you continue your sentence and his hands started to tickle you for everywhere you started to giggle loudly while trying to remove Asahi's hands from you but no use he was more stronger and you were busy trying to control your laughter
But Asahi has stopped and you could now open your eyes you saw Asahi on top of you his hands were next to your face supporting him and the way he looked at you and had his face close to yours made you blush
"I love your laugh so much" Asahi whispered enough for you to hear blushing as well
"And I love you Asahi" you whispered quickly without thinking but before you could say anything else Asahi smiled at you getting even closer whispering the same words you said "I love you too y/n" the blush on your face soon turned into a deep shade but you couldn't mind it because your lips were now connected in a way you never kissed before this was different so different from the shy kisses you always give each other and the movie was long forgotten unlike this night that you two will never forget
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The Battle Between Love and Fire-
Ivar the Boneless × Reader
Chapter Thirty-Seven pt. One
Chapter Thirty-Seven pt. Two: The Three Blood Drops
Word Count 3.1k
Warnings: mentions of blood and brutal deaths
The beauty of having dragon's during times like these is that killing is so much easier, isn't it? Just one simple command and your enemy is obliterated into ashes right before your feet. Your three creatures sensed you coming towards them so they alerted themselves and got ready for your command.
"It is time, my loves." They growled, "I want him to suffer as much as possible, and I am sure that you want the same thing. So...come on, let's go get some justice." They leaped their enormous bodies off the ground and landed on the rooftop of Kattegat's kingdom. Ivar's people gasp as they see your dragon's in such a way. Ivar on the other hand, looks up at them with such adoration, like they are his babies like they are yours. You hold your head high as well, however, you feel a sense of uneasiness wash over your entire body from head to toe. There is a voice in your head that kept saying, "something is going to go wrong." Was it a God trying to talk to you or was it your mother trying to tell her daughter that something is bound to happen. I mean, you did dream of something going terribly wrong so was that time, right now? You walk over to Ivar and his proud grin soon fades when he sees the concern in your eyes. Little did you know, White Hair was in the process of unchaining your father.
"Something..I can feel something."
Ivar "Wha-what is it my love, tell me?"
"I..I I It's like I can feel it-" you could not finish before you hear Hvitserk and Ubbe shouting at the top of their lungs and charging towards the both of you. They were on the opposite side of the yard you see, taking care of peasant matters when they saw just what White Hair was doing. You are confused but only for a moment because Ivar was shoved with such force that he fell very hard onto the ground and your father was standing right in front of you. White Hair was the one that pushed Ivar to the ground, you calculated, because he is standing next to him.
White Hair "I am sorry, my queen." You shout 'dracarys' but your dragons didn't flame him in time. Your father pierced your ribcage with none other than the dagger that you saw in your dream. As soon as Ivar looked up, he saw your father holding the dagger that is now inside of your ribcage.
Ivar "NO!"
You look into your father's eyes, he too is barely clinging to life from his own wounds, then he whispers "I told you, you can never defeat me." Ivar took out his dagger and threw it in the old man's heart, right after that, your dragon's obliterated him to ashes.
Hvitserk catches you before you fall to your knees. Luckily for you, he did not pierce your heart. If he did, you would not still be alive. Ubbe does not waste any time before taking out his axe and charging at White Hair for his betrayal. You hear the both of them battling, struggling with each other on the dirt beneath them but all you see is Hvitserk hovering over you.
Hvitserk "Hey, hey, you stay with me! Do you hear me?! Stay with me-"
Ivar "Take her to the Healer! He can heal her wound!" He picks you up off of the ground, three blood droplets drop onto the cold, white snow beneath you as you are being carried.
Hvitserk "I-I coul-couldn't run fast enough I-"
"It wouldn't have changed anything." You stammered. With every breath, you feel cold air burn through your wounded ribcage. You have been stabbed before so this is nothing new. But this time, it was only once and not too deep to where you lost a lot of blood very quickly. Your father was too weak to cause damage like that, but this wound was not pleasant to endure, that is for sure.
The Healer was asleep when Hvitserk came rushing into his tent. That enrages Hvitserk. How could the Healer still be asleep even after hearing all of the commotion outside: your dragons, your peoples shouts and screams, Ubbe and White Hair fighting right outside of his tent.
Hvitserk "WAKE UP!" The Healer jolts awake and finds the prince holding the queen in his arms.
Healer "I-what happ?"
Hvitserk "No time to explain! She is wounded and she needs to be healed!" The Healer takes off your coat and finds one stab wound under your left breast.
Healer "Who did this to you, my queen?"
"Mm my father." You grunt as he applies pressure to the wound. "Hvitserk, where is Ivar?"
Ivar "I am here! I'm here." He crawled into the tent. Why didn't he walk in? Then it clicks, White Hair pushed him. That bastard betrayed his king and queen..for what? Ivar takes your hand in his own and Hvitserk places his on your belly.
"Mm, I'll be fine-"
Ivar "Just breathe okay? We are here."
"I-I should've just let my dragon's kill him before he even had the chance but I had to tell you that-"
Ivar "I know, my sweet. But it's okay, hey, it's okay." You blame yourself for this happening. Why? Because all you had to do was command your dragons as soon as they got close enough, but you stopped to tell Ivar what you were feeling. Maybe this couldn't have been prevented.
Healer "I can heal you in no time-"
Hvitserk "SO DO IT! She is clearly in pain, so what are you waiting for?! Heal her!" The Healer jolts and starts working his magic and by magic, I mean the power of prayer. He places his hands over your wound and prays to the gods in a different language. No one truly knows what he is saying but whatever he did say, worked. Before you knew it, the burning sensation went away and you could breathe with ease.
Healer "Now, just like your past wounds, you will feel pain here in there..my queen."
"I don't care..thank you." He nods, "Ivar.."
Ivar "White Hair is alive." You don't allow him to finish before you rush out of the tents drapes and find your way through the crowd to where Ubbe is holding White Hair by the hair. Hvitserk rushing to you instantly and places his body in between the two of you.
"Why did you do that? Why-why did you..betray us?!" You shouted and then held your healed wound because the pain made you flinch.
White Hair "I..I'm sorry."
"Sorry means nothing. How long have you been Ivar's personal guard, hmm?"
White Hair "as long as he's been king..." He fought to get out.
"Mhm..what did my father offer to you..for you to allow him to attempt to kill me?" He does not answer, he just hangs his head. At this point, Ivar has crawled his way to you, Hvitserk and Ubbe.
Ivar "I will make sure that you will find your end, in the jaws of one of those dragons..do you understand me!?" White Hair began to cry out, pleading for mercy. Ubbe looks down at me, out of breath, with fresh cuts and forming bruises in his face and hands. Torvi comes running out and joins Ubbe's side in moments but Ubbe commands her to go back inside, to which she does.
White Hair "I swear I..I didn't know that he was going to-"
"To what?"
White Hair "To hurt you, my queen."
"You apologized to me seconds before he stabbed me, did you not?"
White Hair "Yes."
Ubbe "Ivar-"
Ivar "Why did you do it?! Why did you betray us?" His hatred soon turned to sadness when he realized his closest ally and friend had betrayed him. "Why us?"
White Hair "He offered me..Wessex." Ivar and you snicker in disbelief.
"You were never going to be the king of Wessex, you fool!"
White Hair "I-I know that-"
Ivar "So you knew that he was lying and you still let him free."
Hvitserk "You broke..my brother's legs and your queen almost lost her life-"
White Hair "It wasn't deep-"
Hvitserk "Any wound can kill a person, White Hair...including this one." He slits White Hair's throat just enough for him to wince out in pain and bleed. He looks down at you and you command Ryuu to land beside you. Ivar orders his people to move out of the way so that he has room to land.
"Everything would have been fine, you know. My father would have died the way that he should have, and everyone could have gone on with their evening. But no, you decided to be a gullible old man and betray your king and queen."
White Hair "Y/n, please." You take one look at Ryuu and he takes White Hair in his jaws and tosses the man in the air like a ragdoll. He leaps off of the ground, with him still in his jaws and flies towards his siblings, where they three tore the man into little pieces for them to feast on later.
When all of you knew for certain that he was too dead, your people came rushing towards you, asking if you were okay. It was all too much for your body.
"Please, I-"
Everyone "My queen, my queen, my queen!?" You take it all in and it rushes to your brain too quickly, making you faint.
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When you wake, you find Ivar sitting by your bedside with his hands in prayer. You blink until your vision is clear enough to see his features clearly.
"Mm.."
Ivar "Baby?? Hey." He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles.
"How long was I out?"
Ivar "ehh long enough for the maidens to put my bones in the proper places." He said it with a smile on his face even though he was in immense pain, he did not wish for you to witness that.
"I-you?"
Ivar "When I fell, some of my bones broke. Just like glass on concrete."
"Are you alright?!"
Ivar "Hmm..never better. Want to know why?" You nod, "Because I didn't lose my wife today. For the third time. Th-this-today would have been the third time that I couldn't save you.."
"Ivar-"
Ivar "No..the first time, you were taken away from me as I slept. The second time, you were stabbed multiple times and I almost lost you. And now today.."
"I am strong. Haven't I shown you that much?"
Ivar snickers, "You have proven more than that. But I have noticed that I have made promises to you that I have not been able to keep. And for that, I cannot apologize enough."
"Ivar, he pushed you, he-he broke you! You couldn't have stopped that from happening. No one could have except White Hair..he could have kept the old man in his chains, then none of that would have happened."
Ivar "Hmm, I suppose so."
"I told you that I felt something was going to happen."
Ivar "I know, I believed you. I just couldn't act fast enough."
"None of us could. Not even my dragons."
Ivar sighs and kisses your knuckles once more, "How are you feeling?"
"Like I've been wounded. But she's okay, we're okay." He smiles.
Ivar "Then I am okay."
"Hey.." he looks into your eyes, "Our worries are gone now, aren't they?" He pauses and thinks for a moment and then laughs.
Ivar "Yes. Yes they are. We are free, my love."
"Mmm." You hum and slowly lift your body just enough to kiss your husband for the first time since everything went to hell.
While you and Ivar talk things out, Hvitserk and Ubbe are furious. They are pacing back and forth, trying to wrap their heads around the fact that all of that happened so quickly.
Hvitserk "How could he do that? How could he betray Ivar?!"
Ubbe "I saw it coming, Hvitserk."
Hvitserk "What are you talking about?"
Ubbe "Ivar and I saw White Hair talking to Rollo, alone. He said that our uncle was trying to convince him to join him in some way. But he told us that he would never do such a thing."
Hvitserk "Well he did, just not with our uncle."
Ubbe "You are right."
Hvitserk "I am so tired, Ubbe. Why does everything, EVERYONE that I love and need, end up getting hurt or worse..huh?! Answer me that!" Ubbe walks up to his brother and grabs him by the neck and places his head on his brothers.
Ubbe "I know what happened to Thora..and Margaret. I know that their losses were hard on you, my brother." Hvitserk begins to weep, "But even though you lost them, the gods put Y/n in your life. And now you are going to be a father!"
Hvitserk snickers, "Yes, that is true. But I almost lost her too, didn't I? Three times now, isn't that right Ubbe?" He does not respond, "It is like the gods just love punishing me, don't they?"
Ubbe "Everything happens for a reason, my brother. Even though it is hard to admit to yourself, Y/n had to go through those trials for us to realize that king Harald had to be eliminated, same with that man's wife who I can't even remember her name.." Hvitserk chuckles, "and today with White Hair. The gods showed us their true colors and now they are dead. The threats are long gone, alright?" Hvitserk nods, "We are all safe now. Hmm?"
Hvitserk sniffles, "Yeah."
Torvi "Y/n and your daughter are strong. You have to put faith in them, Hvitserk." He gets up and walks outside to get some air, well the real reason is to get away from people for a moment and be alone with his thoughts.
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When night falls over Kattegat, it is like the people have forgotten this evening's events and have moved on with their lives. As they should but it was quite odd to you. You suppose they moved on so quickly because you were not on your deathbed. Hvitserk is still very upset about what happened but right now, he is just numb. He doesn't feel happy, he doesn't feel relieved, he just feels numb. His eyes aren't his, his smile is gone and his hands are unsteady. Ivar and you notice and ask to talk privately with him, to which he agrees. So you ask your dragons to blow fire upon a few logs to keep you three warm as you talked outside.
Ivar "Talk."
Hvitserk "About today?"
"Mhm. You are here but you aren't.."
Hvitserk sighs, "I just can't believe I almost..we almost lost you again!"
"You didn't! None of you did! I am right here, we are all here and they are gone."
Ivar "We are free Hvitserk. Every enemy is dead, we can finally breathe."
Hvitserk snickers, "I will never be able to fully breathe-"
"Why?"
Hvitserk "I have too much to worry about, and for. I love too hard and I worry too hard. That is my downfall I suppose. But I've tried changing myself, believe me I have. I tried shrooms, I've tried drinking my fears and worries away but that only brought out my demons."
Ivar "Hvitserk, you are scaring me."
Hvitserk "I am tired of acting like everything is alright. For you, for our people. I-"
"But everything is alright now, Hvitserk. Everyone who has threatened us, people who have hurt me are gone. We can breathe now, okay?"
His eyes fall to the ground so you lift his face with your hands, "Breathe with me, huh? Breathe in...and out." He does so, "In...and out.." he does so and then looks into your eyes. "Yeah..you with me now?" He nods and then smiles, "There you are."
Ivar smiles and wipes away some tears that have dripped from his eyes, "I think that we are in desperate need of a change hmm?"
Hvitserk "Change?"
Ivar "Remember our travel plans, dear brother?"
Hvitserk "Ahh, yes. Of course."
"Novgorod..here we come."
Hvitserk sighs, "Next week-" he picks you up, "We need to rest. All of us."
Ivar "Yes we do." He winces out in pain as soon as he uses his legs to walk, "I could use some rest."
Hvitserk "How about we all go to bed, huh?"
"Mm."
Ivar "You carry her, I'll be in shortly." Hvitserk nods." Once him and his wife are out of sight, he collapses by the fire. His legs gave up on him as he hit the ground. Your dragons witness it all and is worried for him. They love Ivar and they care for him a great deal.
…
When Ivar joins you in bed, he is walking like his bones were not broken only hours before. You are baffled because only minutes ago, he was whimpering in pain just because he was standing upright.
Ivar "Shit.." he looks up and finds Neith blinking at him. "Hey girl.." she blinks and gets closer and closer. Ivar does not flinch however, he knows that she nor the other two would ever harm him. So he lets her sniff his legs and nudges them a slight bit but Ivar does not hollar at her. He just lets her look, soon she does what he did not expect: she licks both of his legs.
"Hey..you-" before he could finish, his pain that he was feeling just vanished. "How..how did you do that?!" She blinks and huffs, "I..thank you. Thank you!" He began to cry from his absolute gratitude and relief. How did she do that, how did she take his pain away? He did not know that they had that power but did you?
"Ivar-"
Ivar "Y/n! Yo-they-Neith took my pain away!"
"She did what?"
Ivar "She licked my legs and, and, and the pain just disappeared." He stammered.
"I can't believe that! That is wonderful, my love."
Ivar "Did you know? Did you know that she could do that?"
"No, I had no idea. That is wonderful..just wonderful!"
Ivar gets into bed, "Now that we know that your dragon is a healer of some sorts, we know that if we ever need her, we have her."
"Yes we do."
Ivar "I love you so much."
"And I love you, my king." He kisses you and you both drift off to sleep. Your mind runs rapid for an hour or two, wondering how you didn't know that she had that ability the entire time. Nonetheless, now you do and it is the best of news. Your little miracle worker saved your husband today and now he is pain free, thanks to her.
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Being With You
Bucky has broken your heart and he wants to make amends. Will you take him back?
Pairing: Bucky/Reader || Word Count: 1.4k || Warning: Mild Angst, Fluff
A/N: This was written for @fandom-and-feminism and @fadingcoast 's MCUvsBSB Writing Challenge! My song was Crawling Back To You by our very own lovely Backstreet Boys, with my character being Bucky. I strongly recommend listening to that song while you read, because it's amazing (as are all of their songs) and enhances the reading experience, but of course it can be read on it's own! With that being said, this fic was inspired by the song and I chose to use it as the theme, rather that write it in.
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A quiet night in meant that you were curled up in your favorite armchair in the living room of your apartment with a comfortable silence lingering in the air, save for the clock ticking on the wall, mere background noise as you read your book.
It was peaceful, your mind quiet of any and all thoughts, completely focused on the romance novel resting in your lap, knees scrunched and your body turned slightly in the large, comfortable chair. That was, until the knock on your door disrupted your solitude. Damn! Just when the story was beginning to get interesting.
A sigh left your lips as you bookmarked your place and set the book down on the table next to you. You stood, slipping your feet into the house slippers on the floor where you left them not thirty minutes before.
Unlocking the door, you pulled it open, fully expecting your annoyingly concerned friend to be standing there, just like he had last Friday night. “Look Steve, I told you--”
But, it wasn't the overly protective supersoldier you called your best friend, it was Bucky. The man who broke your heart just under a month ago.
A tightness filled your chest as you shared his gaze and your first instinct was to run into his arms and take comfort in him, as you did many times before. But this time was different. He wasn't yours anymore. No, you weren't his anymore.
Bucky had abandoned you after the two of you been so happy, so content in your relationship. That's what you'd thought, anyway. You didn't realize just how wrong you were until you uttered those three simple, yet powerful words that ruined it all. His smile no longer reached his eyes and the mood between you had shifted.
“Bucky…” Your mind swirled with questions about why he was standing there at your door. “What are you doing here?”
“Can I come in?”
“No.” The words declining him of his request had flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. Perhaps a but harsh, but given the situation, you had a hard time caring. Anger was creeping in, the bitterness of the whole ordeal resurfacing.
Bucky let out a breath, “Okay, that's fair.” He swallowed, visibly uncomfortable as he shifted his weight onto his other foot. “Can we talk at least?”
You pressed your lips into a thin line, “Oh, you want to talk now? About what, Bucky? Would you like me to tell you how I really feel again so you can leave?”
His forehead creased and the corners of his lips dropped a little. “Doll…”
Your heart clenched at the familiar term of endearment he so fondly used to call you. Tears pricked your eyes and you held them back. “Don't call me that. Don't pretend like nothing happened between us.”
Bucky reached out to touch you, but deciding against it, he dropped his arm to his side with a sigh, looking down at the floor. “I was an idiot, I know that. But if you'll just let me--”
“Let you what? Let you explain why you abruptly walked out of my life after I told you that I loved you? Would you like to explain to me why you ignored me for weeks after countless attempts to contact you?”
“I was an asshole. I-I'm sorry, I--”
“Save it, Bucky. You don't get to just show up here out of the blue after you left me and expect to just say your sorry and all is forgiven.” The tears were flowing now and his eyes were watering, too. But none of that mattered. Not anymore. You were closing this chapter of your life and moving on. Without Bucky.
“Please, just let me--”
“Goodbye Bucky.” You closed the door and locked it, breathing heavily as you turned and leaned against the door. Your chest felt incredibly tight and you thought you would suffocate as you sank down to the floor as the evidence of your sorrow rolled down your cheeks uncontrollably.
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That hadn't been the last you'd heard of Bucky. Over the next week, he tried desperately to win you back. He sent flowers to your work, he sent you multiple texts consisting of I'm Sorry, I was wrong, I miss you.
You wanted to be strong, but if you were being honest with yourself, his attempts were wearing on you. The feelings you were working on burying deep and trying to forgets were resurfacing and it terrified you. You were afraid that if you listened to what he had to say, you'd give in and take him back. If you forgave him, would he just do it again? Could you trust him once more?
You were in the middle of that debate with yourself after you stared at Bucky's last text message, when a loud knock on your door startled you out of your thoughts. More came seconds later and you gasped, zetting your phone down on the table so you could go and answer the door quickly.
“What in the world--Bucky? What's going on?” You opened the door, taking in the supersoldier's appearance. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy; his expression sullen.
“I can't do it anymore.” He shook his head, “I can't be apart from you anymore, darlin’, I can't.” His voice cracked and your eyes watered. “You're all I think about. Every day and all night. God, I was stupid to walk away from you!”
You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it, “When you told me that you loved me… I got scared. My thoughts overwhelmed me and I had so many conflicted feelings.” He sighed, closing his eyes. “So I took off, somewhere far away from here. I didn't tell anyone where I was going, I just… went.” His voice was full of hurt and shame and he opened his eyes to look at you again. “Dumbest thing I ever did. By the time I cleared my head, I realized I fucked up. I missed you so damn much, I couldn't breathe.” He stepped closer and took your hands in his, causing your heart to hammer in your chest. “That's when I realized that I loved you, too.”
“Bucky…” Your voice wavered, tears spilling down your cheeks.
He pulled you towards him, crushing you against him. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please take me back. I-I dunno what else to do. Don't wanna be apart from you anymore.” He took a deep breath. “I'll beg you, if you want. I'll get down on my knees and beg.”
You wrapped your arms around him, clutching onto his jacket and crying into the crook of his neck. God, you'd missed him. “Shut up.” You mumbled. “Missed you, too.”
Bucky pulled back to look at you. He cupped your face between his hands and gazed at you with an affectionate smile, wiping the tears on your cheeks. “I love you.” When he pressed his lips to yours, you hadn't realized just how much you missed the feel of him until that moment. You sighed against his lips and held tighter in the embrace, not wanting to let him go.
Bucky guided you backwards, feeling for the door and closing it behind him. You pressed your palms flat against his chest and pushed him gently against the door before wrapping your arms around his neck. As he deepened the kiss, his hands slid around to your lower back, pulling you against him.
Heat coiled low in your belly at the sudden nip at your bottom lip and he pulled back with a grin and nudged your nose with his. “Marry me.” You were about to kiss him again, but you paused.
“What?”
“After being apart from you for just a measly couple of weeks, it drove me crazy. Thought about you every second, dollface. I realized that being with you was the best thing that ever happened to me. Be my wife and I won't let you go ever again. This is my promise to you.”
Your heart swelled and you found yourself nodding. “I'm yours, Bucky.” He kissed you again and you mumbled against his lips, “Always been yours.”
His chest vibrated with joyous laughter and he reached down mid kiss, grabbing the backs of your thighs and hoisting you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, giggling as he carried you off to the bedroom.
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