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ghostlover123 · 1 year

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This is for GHOST. Our lord and current saviour. Also a hefty, hefty read so yeah. Okay anyways it’s 18++ so MDNI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. I’ll tell your mom.

Read at yo own risk y’all.

Ghost x Fem. Reader / alias is MaryJane

*readers inner dialogue is italicized*

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck.” You cover your mouth.

That didn’t just happen. You didn’t just risk your position over something as stupid as a bug. Well a spider, but it’s not like any of your teammates are going to back you up for that excuse later on.

“MaryJane what the hell was that?” Soap whispers over the radio. You refuse to answer, to move even, you don’t want any more attention brought to your general area. The radio you have is already on the lowest setting and isn’t quiet enough. You don’t even know if the enemy heard anything. Hmmm I should probably move right? Yeah I should move. They haven’t taught me how to dodge bullets yet.

Crawling as slowly and quietly as possible away from the bush you’ve been crouched in for the past few hours, you try to keep alert of your surroundings. The enemy safe house your team had been watching now completely dark inside and worst of all - silent.

“MaryJane copy.” Ghost says. And unfortunately you can’t ignore Lt’s request.

“I’m fine! Just having a little difficulty staying quiet guys.” You whisper lugging the rest of your shit over. As soon as you’re done moving to another bush, the back door to the house opens up, and two abnormally tall men in bulletproof vests walk out holding assault rifles.

Well shit.

You were the closest to the back door and seemingly the only one with a visual since nobody has commented yet.

“So what’s the plan with these two?” You ask looking at one of the tall men through your scope.

Thankfully they didn’t know where the sound came from.

“MaryJane stay put. Keep eyes on them. We weren’t supposed to have anybody aware of our presence. Supposed to be clean, easy. Gonna have to pull out. Don’t want anybody hurt tonight.” Price commands. PULL OUT?! We’ve been here for too damn long to give this up. It’s gonna be a bitch to spend another few weeks finding these turds next location. Great.

“Seriously?” You respond.

“Someone’s being sharp for blowing our cover in the first place. MaryJane follow the order.” Ghost states.

“Copy.” You bluntly reply while refocusing on the men.

Eventually everyone is able to make it out to the getaway vehicle while you kept watch. The whole time you couldn’t help, but wonder what exactly the punishment was going to be this time for your little ‘accident’. Maybe they’ll go easy and let me off the hook for once? Haha, yeah right. Maybe I’ll only have to clean the bathrooms or maybe-

“MaryJane clear to make your way over?” Ghost says, interrupting your thoughts.

“Affirmative.” You reply.

The ride home was silent. Nobody really saying anything and Ghost kept giving you the side eye that was starting to seriously irritate you. It was only you and him that shared the backseat while Price and Soap took front.

“Lieutenant I know I messed up tonight, but can you please stop looking at me like that?” You ask not even sparing him a glance.

No response. Nothing.

Still feeling his eyes on the side of your head, you turn to make direct eye contact with him. “Maybe I should make you another mask that also covers your eyes.”

“Enough! I don’t want to hear another word until we get back.” Price demands, obviously fed up with the bitter attitude between you and Ghost as of lately.

Instead of saying anything, Ghost finally turns the other way gripping his equipment bag a little harder. Now you’re the one to stare at him, feeling some remorse. I’m sorry dude. Please don’t be mad at me. I was just joking, it came out harsher than I meant..

Starting a few weeks ago, tension started to rise between the lieutenant and yourself. Can’t really explain why, everything you did just seemed to rub him the wrong way. It used to be a chill relationship and you even made him chuckle a few times - which was a very rare occurrence for him (granted he was slightly tipsy some of those times). Maybe he just wanted to keep it professional.. Incase something really bad happens on the field..? So he could be harsh without feeling any sort of guilt for it later? Like today… I mean I have been messing up a tad lately. Nearly taking the crown from Soap’s clumsy ass. Shits terrifying when one of my higher ups always wears a skull mask and a fuck off attitude to match.

As he slowly started to become more cold and reserved towards you, just as when you first joined, you couldn’t help but think of all these reasons why as if it were your fault. Yes, he’s extremely traumatized, but Ghost still from what you could tell acted the same towards the other teammates. He didn’t seem to be sexist out of all your past experiences with him so what the hell was his problem? Somebody is definitely pissing in his cornflakes.

When you returned back to one of the smaller bases to discuss your punishment, it was decided by (mainly) Ghost and a few other members you’d be staying up for the first watch of the night. There was a small area near the back of the base that didn’t have video surveillance so all the newcomers would take watch as part of ‘training’. Which was bull crap, everyone knew it was so the more experienced men and women didn’t have to do it. You haven’t had an overwatch shift for quite some time now, they really pulled this punishment out of their ass. Easily reminding you of all the ‘great’ times you’ve had alone up there. So really what could possibly be better for an undiagnosed insomniac? Although you’re pretty sure a good chunk of the people here also have some sort of sleep issues. Probably to do with how messed up your sleep schedule becomes, if you can even call it a schedule. After today however, all you wanted was to get some sleep and try to forget about the minor shitstorm you caused. A lot of them already knew how bad you felt, Soap and Gaz did ask if you would like some company. To which you politely declined, not wanting anybody else to lose sleep, even for a few hours.

———

Blinking profusely to keep yourself awake, you don’t understand how it’s only been an hour into your overwatch. So far absolutely nothing interesting has happened and it’s freezing. A lot colder than earlier actually. The thick sweater you thought was going to be too much felt more like a second layer of skin. Last you checked it wasn’t supposed to be this windy or fucking cold outside. The sweatpants you chose though were keeping your legs warm, unless you just couldn’t feel them anymore. *Shakes legs to check* Yup, you’re still warm there.

“Feeling tired yet?” Came a deep voice. Oh that’s great. Time for more lecturing from the person who wanted me outside the most.

“Nah sleeping isn’t my thing. It’s for the dead.” You reply not wanting to look up from your scope.

You feel him move closer to you, probably to get a better view of the horizon. You don’t even know why he chose to come out this way. There were plenty of other areas to have privacy outside, which is something he’d want knowing him. Always wanting to keep to himself.

“Why are you outside anyways. Do you not like sleeping Lieutenant?” You ask, trying to keep the joking nature going.

“I never sleep. Just came outside to smoke.” Oh…

An awkward silence filled the air for a while as you pretend to be doing an extremely well job of sweeping the tree line for any movement. On the inside really hoping Ghost would leave and smoke somewhere else. Especially if he wasn’t going to lend you a cig.

A realization then hit you like a ton of bricks. Ghost doesn’t have his mask on if he’s smoking. Oh my god. Is he alright?

Feeling quite selfish you stand up straight and stretch letting your peripheral vision try to see his face in the dark, but he has his back to you. Of course. You decide to turn your body to stare at him and cross your arms. Patiently waiting for him to be finished and face you - wanting him to see the same judgmental stare he always gives you. Can’t wait to see how ugly this dude is.

Once he turns the only thing covering his face is the balaclava with his eyes barely peeking through. Ghost, without looking up, throws the cigarette bud to the ground and stomps on it with his huge steel toed boot. He then looks at you, holding his skull mask in one hand and you hoped he noticed your ‘hey bro pls fuck off’ look. Unless he would give you a cig that is…

You both eyed each other. Suddenly forgetting it was fucking cold outside from the way he was looking at you, slightly feeling as though he was judging you for not putting on warmer clothes.

“Oh I’m sorry. Did you also want a smoke?” Ghost asks in an almost sarcastic tone. You give him a slight nod and grin. Already forgetting about wanting to death glare him away from you.

He reaches in his jacket to grab out the pack of smokes he recently put away along with stuffing his skull mask in his pocket, then taking a cigarette out for you and another for himself. Handing it to you, you immediately put it in your mouth with a quick thanks and wait for him to give you his lighter. It’s not like you have one, you never bring cigs outside because you were told you weren’t allowed on watch.

“Don’t tell me you don’t have a light either kid.”

“How’d you know?” I’m not a kid…. You can’t tell whether he’s actually joking around or not since you can’t see his damn face. For all you know he must be atrocious looking if he wears the mask at all times.

Without further comment from him, he does something extremely unexpected. He grabs his lighter and lights the cigarette hanging from your mouth while also blocking the harsh wind. Seeing his huge, gloved hands up close was something else. The look of shock was apparent on your face as you forget to inhale properly and end up coughing all over the place. Which means you miss seeing the way Ghost lifts his balaclava slightly to light his own cigarette hanging from his mouth, using his big and scary hands to help block the wind.

“I’ve seen you smoke before kid. What’s with all this?” He asks now looking out into the distance, doing your job for you. “Never had someone light it for me. Sorry I’ll do better next time dude.” You say sarcastically.

“Dude?”

Oh shit. No I did not just address my superior by calling him dude. I’m trying to get back on his good side for fuck sakes.

Thankfully being more nervous pulled you out of your coughing fit. You bring yourself to look up into his eyes and try to read him. It was now you noticed you could see the bottom half of his face as he blew some smoke out of his mouth. Holy shit. Holy fuck.

“Did you seriously just call me dude?” Ghost repeats, taking another drag of his cigarette.

Trying to unfreeze yourself from how relaxed he was being with half his face showing, you’re able to see the minor smirk he had while you were trying to find your words.

“I’m-I’m really sorry I-I didn’t mean to-“

“No, no it’s fine. Just caught me off guard is all.”

That’s not the reaction you were expecting. You don’t even know what to say. How do you change the subject from here while keeping him in a good mood? You were never good with that shit because you’re a little socially awkward sometimes. The added pressure right now isn’t helping.

“Well, I was planning on coming outside to ream you out more because of the events that happened today.” He pauses, trying to find the best words. “To remind you that it cannot and will not happen again.” He continues to stare and make you feel small.

You advert your attention to the field instead of your lieutenant for a moment to find some confidence. Hoping there wouldn’t be anymore yelling tonight. “I’m very sorry I will try my best to not let it happen again. Sir.” You inhale your cigarette now, slightly calming down.

“It better not.”

More silence followed as you both enjoyed your cigarettes.

“What happened anyway? Why did you yell?” Ghost asks stepping closer to you while also facing the field now. You really don’t wanna know dude.

He waits for your response while resting his forearms on the concrete ledge. Getting ready to flick his nearly finished smoke to the ground below.

“Well, I uhh… I saw a spider crawl onto my rifle and panicked.”

Ghost turns his head and gives you his infamous side eye while inhaling one last time and throwing his cigarette into the darkness.

“Look, before you judge me more just know I’m deathly afraid of spiders. And this sucker was huge.” You say staring at your feet, looking like you were going through war flashbacks.

Ghost pulls the rest of his balaclava down his face and stands up straight. “You’re joking right? You caused us a mission because of a spider? A bug with 8 legs that you can squish with your bare hand?”

“Yep. Sure did.” You say stomping out your cigarette now.

“Gonna have to get over that kid. Spiders are everywhere.”

“Haha. Yeah. No shit.”

Ghost immediately whips his head towards you again.

“Sorry. Sir.”

Wait… He looks kinda hot right now…

The tension is back and you didn’t know what to say to fix it yet again. Unlike a few moments ago, you were starting to like it, you wanted a reaction out of him.

“I’m going back inside now. Try not to yell too loud if you see a spider. Us hard working soldiers need sleep.” Ghost says putting the rest of his skull mask back on.

“Thought you didn’t sleep?” You paused. “Sir.”

Debating with himself internally on how to respond, he bent down to your level meeting you eye to eye with his hands on his knees. “Watch that mouth of yours MaryJane. It’s caused you enough trouble.” He says backing up and heading for the door.

Your eyes were glued to his every step watching him leave. Only now did you realize you didn’t want him to go anymore. Well. That was interesting…

When your overwatch was finally over, you were beyond excited to get some sleep. And you slept good. The only problem was you could not stop replaying everything Ghost said to you outside. Why were you over thinking every little word he said to you?

The big scary man everyone is afraid of pissing off - that’s all you wanted to do now. Just push his buttons, it was thrilling. Anger seems to be the only emotion he knows how to show properly. And last night was the most bizarre experience you’ve ever had with him. Not to mention you got to see half of his face, which you’re sure nobody here has gotten a chance to see and live to tell the tale. That must make you special in some way. Right? Or maybe he was planning on killing you soon.

You try to get on with your morning completing your regular duties around the base. Knowing later that evening happened to be your teams physical training was weighing on your mind. Which was basically just for the team to catch up and make sure nobody has lost ‘their touch’ and to make improvements where need be. You weren’t really sure if you would feel like participating in the one on one fighting though, you still felt off about your screw up from the previous day and wanted an actual break. Technically speaking you’re still in the room with everyone and somewhat creating ‘bonding experiences’ as the higher ups call it. Beating the shit out of everyone, yeah that’s a bonding experience alright. They should let me just practice on the punching bags right? I’ve already served my punishment. They can’t continue to drag it on. My team is mostly men too, I hate fighting them when it gets too serious. Like they think I’m challenging their manly hood if they can’t tackle me easily. I’m supposed to be strong as well fuckers, we are on the same team here.

Eventually the time rolls around to meet with your team and you couldn’t be more against it. “Okay everyone listen up!” Price yells to get everyone’s attention. “After warm up we are getting right into it. Don’t want to be in here until sunrise again guys.”

You roll your eyes. Love you to pieces Price, but these sweaty men in here will do whatever they want. It happens every time. Too much testosterone in here for me.

“MaryJane. Who do you really want to fight today?” Price walks over to chat.

“Hmm not really feeling confident in my fighting abilities today sir. Is it alright if I observe from afar. Maybe near that punching bag?” You gotta at least try right?

You notice Ghost watching the two of you talk from where he’s standing across the room, but you decide for now to pay him no mind.

Price let’s out a huff. “Alright, but just this once. I expect you to be up and at ‘em next time to show these men who’s really boss.” He jokes with you while also being serious. You can’t hide your happiness at his words. Fuck yes.

“Thank you so much. Don’t have to worry about giving someone a black eye this week.”

He lets out a laugh. “You know we don’t allow head shots here Ms. Jane.”

“Not yet!”

As you were absolutely destroying this punching bag that you claimed was a scary man wanting to take your purse, some loud groans pulled you out of your trance. Looking over you see Soap inspecting someone lying on the mat. It looks like Gaz.. Oh shit. What the heck happened?

Ghost was the only other person standing on the mat with them, so you figured he was the one who got Gaz in that position in the first place. Like you stated earlier, too fucking rough when it starts to become too serious. One always wanting to be a winner. And Ghost was too big to begin with, there’s no one here really that matches his size for an equal fight. Another thing you hated, you wish you were an even match to fight him and show him he’s not all that. You’ve tried before in the past, but could easily tell he wasn’t trying as much as you see with the other guys here, so it was no fun. Can’t say you’re not thankful for that now since it would suck to be in Gaz’s position. He’s definitely gonna get made fun of for the next week for this.

Your team huddled around Gaz to lift him off the ground after checking he was alright. He was, just got the wind knocked out of him from being thrown to the ground so fast. “Easy Ghost. Don’t need you turning someone into an actual ghost around here.” Price jokes.

Ghost gives Gaz’s hand a firm shake to show no harm meant. (Yeah right) Then Gaz is slowly making his way over to where you are by the punching bags to sit and recuperate.

“How’d that feel huh?” You ask watching him slide down the wall to sit in pain.

“Feels great. Just about ready to fight again. Maybe need a few weeks off.” He winces.

You chuckle, now wanting to refocus on the ‘dude’ stealing your purse. Crime waits for no one.

Everyone, but you gets a turn on the mat. Each fight lasting less than the others as the grown men were getting tired, it was late at this point and stomachs were rumbling. You just about gave up on the punching bag, giving it your all a little too early, and quickly tiring out.

“Gentlemen… And lady, great work tonight. You guys put very good effort in this room and on the field. Very proud of you all.” Price says looking just as tired as the crew.

“You are all dismissed.” Ghost chimes in from the corner of the room. Great. Hell yeah. Time for me to get some foooooood. I wonder what options they have tonight I’d really like- “Except for you MaryJane. I’d like to chat.” Ghost interrupts your thoughts while watching everyone shuffle out of the gym. Alarm bells are ringing in your head. Why the hell does he need to talk to me? Let me leave bro I’m starving.

“Sure thing lieutenant.” You respond while grabbing your water bottle and making your way over to him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He looks at you with both his hands on his hips. “Why didn’t you fight today?”

You look around the room as if you’ll find an answer on the wall. “I just wasn’t feeling confident in my ability today sir.”

“Why not? You seem fine to me.”

“Well… Lieutenant… Thank you for not doubting me, but mentally I’m just not there today.”

“Well… MaryJane… Where are you exactly?”

You roll your eyes, not expecting him to be so sassy at this hour. You would think he was as desperate as the rest of the men for food, apparently not. “Not this planet.” You chug a small amount of water before saying “dude.”

He lets out a dry chuckle. “Well how about I bring you back down to earth Miss. I’m challenging you to a fight.”

You blank. Even though nobody was here to watch you miserably fail at this, you still didn’t want to go through with it. You were exhausted and hungry and did not want to put any effort into doing anything more tonight. No matter how much you wanted to put his nickers in a twist, fighting was not happening. End of story.

Ghost doesn’t wait for your response before he starts unzipping his hoodie and tossing it to the bench with the rest of his stuff. Leaving himself in just his grey sweats and loose t-shirt. And his balaclava skull mask of course. Oh.. Oh.

“C’mon it’ll be quick.”

As if that was supposed to entice you to say yes. “Why do you wanna fight me so bad? Got some other issues with me you wanna talk about lieutenant?” You sit down on the mat showing you don’t care.

“I’ll get you out of fighting next time. How’s that sound?” Ghost takes a few strides to tower over you and cross his arms. Oh my lord he’s huge. Definitely has gotten bigger since we last fought huh?

“You must really have a bone to pick with me sir. I don’t want you to kill me just yet.” You smirk, offering your hands for him to help you up. It’s just so you can get a feel for how much energy he has left. Absolutely nothing to do with you wanting physical contact with him.

Grabbing both your hands, he pulls you up with little to no effort, and that makes you nervous.

“No promises Miss Jane.” Ghost says just loud enough for you to hear.

He walks to the other half of the mat and beckons for you to make the first move. You’d be damned if you did that.

“Are you joking. You want ME to make the first move? As if, YOU wanted to fight.” You say.

“I assumed you were a big strong girl. Maybe I was wrong.”

You rolled your eyes for the second time at him and that’s when he took his chance to pounce. Immediately noticing a shift in the air, you saw him make his way to you. And what do you do? You do nothing but squeal and block him with your hands. Which does little to stop him from charging you, quickly picking you up off the ground by your thighs and thrown up over his shoulder. Your world appears upside down faster than if you were on a roller coaster.

“If you want to get out of fighting next time you’re gonna have to at least try.” Ghost says gently putting you back down. You’re shaken up to say the least, but it gave you the adrenaline rush you needed to charge him back. And that’s when the real fight began on your end.

It was pretty back and forth of who got the other thrown to the ground the fastest. Really surprising yourself tonight with how you managed to flip him over your shoulder when he tried to reach for you. Slightly knocking the wind out of him before he was back up and ready. You were chalking it up to him being tired from previously fighting. There’s no way you could actually over-take him in a real fight. You just wouldn’t believe it, he wouldn’t allow himself to be thrown. Although he’s a lot bigger, that quality is only good if the other person isn’t quick on their feet. And you were very good with your footwork.

“I knew you had it in you. Good job MaryJane.”

Ghost complimenting me? Maybe I did actually tire him out. It only took the rest of my energy for that.

Grinning, thinking it was break time, you walk over to retrieve a sip of your water. Ghost had other plans and trapped you between the wall and himself. Putting you in a chokehold before you could even blink. Your water bottle thrown to the ground as you try to rip his arm off of you, but it was no use. He already had his hand locked with his other arm and your neck in the middle. No, it wasn’t enough to strangle you yet, but enough to make your face beet red and confuse the hell out of you.

“Ghost what are you-“ you managed to croak out.

He was slowly squeezing tighter. This was when you realized he wanted to win. Wanted you to tap out. Not allowing a tie to happen. And this was his strategy to break the tie, have you fighting for your life like Gaz must have been earlier.

“Tap out. And the fight is over.” Ghost says regulating his breathing.

He’s sweaty. Really sweaty and it’s not mixing well with how much you’re sweating. It’s making his grip slip while he’s trying to make sure you can’t escape. Looking up to the ceiling you try to regain your self control, feeling it lessen when you can see how close his head is to yours. Feeling his hot breath on the top of your head through his mask. That’s when you get an unexpected surprise. Oh my god. There’s no way this motherfucker has a boner right now.

Are you supposed to be flattered? You know any slight touch in the general area usually gets a guy going, not on purpose at least it’s not like they can control it. You just thought that was more for young boys, not grown men like him. Not to blame him, it’s not like there’s many opportunities to relieve yourself here. Wether it be by yourself or with someone else.

You don’t think Ghost knows you know yet because you’re ‘too distracted’ fighting for air. Oh, but you know. And now it’s the only thing you can think about, wanting to win the fight completely forgotten. Just wanting to tease the hell out of him. Who would’ve known the big scary guy has a thing for choking? Or beating the crap out of people. I don’t know, some weird stuff at least.

“Alright. Alright. I tap out. You win Lieutenant.” You say completely out of breathe.

As soon as the words leave your mouth so does Ghost’s hold on you. Except he does keep a hand under your arm to help sit you down on the bench properly. While also grabbing your water bottle and waiting for you to catch your breath. Taking the water bottle from him you chug that bitch ‘till it’s gone. The fight not being the only thing making you thirsty now. Your peripheral vision is doing wonders helping you see what his sweats aren’t hiding very well. Working much, much better than the night before, letting you see something a lot more interesting than his face at the moment.

Pretending to not be in the right frame of mind yet, you look up to him with the best doe eyes you can do and puff out your bottom lip slightly. Let’s see where I can take this.

“Sir?” You say in a small voice.

Ghost hums for a response, really looking you over to make sure he didn’t hurt you too much. Almost like he was carried away.

Taking a big inhale you say, “do you always get hard when you fight?”

Ghost blinks a few times trying to figure out if he just heard you right.

“Is that why you chose this career, fighting people and killing them turn you on? Is that was does it for you?” You purr, liking the way Ghost doesn’t have a single coherent response other than to look away.

“Or is it just me that does it for you… Sir?”

He looks back to you. The eye contact is intense and you are most definitely leaving the ball in his court. He is your boss of course.

“MaryJane I-“

Before you can hear whatever it is he wanted to say, somebody barges into the gym. Probably not knowing you were both in there, possibly seconds away from jumping each other’s bones.

“Oh shit. My bad lieutenant I didn’t know you were in the middle of something.” The random says. You’ve never seen them around so they must be new. Are you fucking for real right now. Buzz off bitch you’re killing our vibe.

Ghost turns to look at them to see what they want and you continue to give the back of his head doe eyes hoping it’ll make him fold. You need him to fold. Right now, otherwise you’ll be left hungry, tired, and unsatisfied. This other person needs to leave NOW.

“Price would like to discuss some things with you in his office. Do you want me to let him know you’re busy?”

Ghost turns to you with a look you can’t describe. Then turns around again. “I’ll be there in a moment. Thanks for letting me know.”

Unfucking-believable. That’s the only way to describe how frustrated you are.

As soon as the person leaves you stand up forcing Ghost to look at you again. His eyes are dark.

“This.” You point between yourselves. “Is not over.” You head for the door, now leaving him behind. “Nice chatting lieutenant.”

———

It’s been a couple weeks since that incident with Ghost and things have calmed down almost back to normal. Almost. You wouldn’t fully let it go. Giving him unnecessary lingering touches or showing up super early to debriefings to let the tension rise back up before the rest of the team arrived. You made sure to let him know the decision was fully up to him to make if anything further should happen. And you really wanted it to, but only if he did also. As the teasing went on without so much of a word from Ghost you were kind of waiting for him to pull you aside and ask you to stop being unprofessional or kick you off his team, but he never did. And never asked you to stop either. Maybe he’s also into self torture? I need to find out what else makes him tick. He has to have a breaking point, everyone always does.

Except you kept forgetting one thing. He’s Ghost, he’s been tortured most his life and nobody knows if he has a breaking point. And if he does it’s probably death itself.

———

Luckily, the second time around finding the enemy is easier and you do not let anything come in between the success of that mission. No spider will get in your way. However, incase anything were to go south like the last time, another backup team was brought along to ensure the enemy was eliminated. Every last one. It was probably one of the highest success rates a mission you’ve been on ever had. Clean and easy just like Captain Price wanted from the beginning and he got it.

You even heard rumours going around that Price and Soap along with some other leaders were trying to reserve a whole bar near the base to take everyone included on the mission to celebrate. A rare occurrence, but it was needed every now and again. Can’t let the victories, small or large be forgotten.

The next time Ghost called for a meeting it was mentioned everyone would be going out to the bar. This Friday coming up to be exact. Not having to worry about work the whole night, you couldn’t wait. This was one of the only times you got to dress somewhat fancier and you were really excited to see everyone else in different attire. It got boring fast seeing people march around in the same clothes. No variety.

I wonder what Ghost is gonna wear? Is he gonna dress nice or maybe just comfortable? What the heck do I even wear… Will I still fit into my nicer clothes? You were currently going through your closet, hoping your brain would somehow piece together the perfect outfit without much thought. You did know one thing, you wanted away from the dark greens and beiges.

After trying on a few outfits, you decide it was not the night for a dress. You still wanted to be somewhat comfortable and a mini dress wasn’t exactly that if you had to keep pulling it further past your ass every time you moved. What you ended up choosing was a pair of black yogas and red blouse. I kinda look bomb what the fuck. This is definitely what I’m wearing bitch.

———

The rest of the week went by smoothly, Ghost also kept his word about you not having to fight the next training session. Which you were very grateful for. Sliding in a very appropriate “Thank you sir. However could I repay you?” Which made him immediately stiffen. He didn’t have to worry about anybody hearing you though, you made sure to whisper.

All you could think about was Friday and it was finally here. The last meeting on Thursday involved the teams discussing the ride situation. Thankfully some people volunteered to be the designated drivers, under no circumstance was anyone allowed to drive back after if they’ve had a drink or two. Also it was a good way to keep tabs on everybody.

Anyways, your team all shared a vehicle together to the bar, but one person was missing. Ghost.

You look around, all the guys in the vehicle didn’t ask where he was or even pay attention that he wasn’t there when the wheels on this bus were already rolling. But you noticed and you were confused.

“Guys. GUYS. Where is Ghost? Is he not coming?” You say loud enough to get someone’s attention.

“I thought you heard?” Soap responds. “He’s got some last minute paperwork to fill out and will be joining later. Probably having someone else drive him out. He should be driving back with us though… Unless he finds himself a lucky lady on another team to take him back” Oh can you please fuck off. Are you trying to get a rise outta me?

———

The bar you arrive to is small. Super small, but it’s good for a different environment. You decided to stick with your team for now and chose a booth near the back. It’s all fun banter while everyone slowly drinks the evening away. The music selection is also really good, making you think somebody put in a special request to just play 80’s rock the whole night. Everyone knows how rare it is for a bar or club even to put on only good tunes.

As time goes on you start to feel more and more buzzed. Slightly grabbing onto Price to hold yourself steady in your seat while joking with the table about every embarrassing moment everyone’s had since joining.

Later on the door to the bar opens and your heart flutters. You finally see the man you’ve been kinda obsessing over for the past couple of weeks stroll in. Looking absolutely divine in all black and a leather jacket. Still with a mask covering his face, it’s not his usual one. This one has a small opening around the mouth, probably to make it easier for him to take a drink without having to remove anything. Subconsciously you scoot over closer to Price in the booth to make room for Ghost to sit beside you on the very end. At least you hope that’s where he decides to sit.

You share eye contact for a moment while Ghost’s walking over.

Except he’s stopped by someone, not just anyone, a pretty girl to be exact, and you feel your blood run cold. Sobering up pretty fast since it’s probably not a congratulatory talk, she’s trying to flirt with him. And what the hell do you think you’re doing bitch?

You’ve completely stopped talking with the rest of the table trying to make out exactly what’s happening with this conversation Ghost is involved with. You can’t hear anything though since the music is a tad too loud, so you just stare at the both of them conversing, anxiously waiting while picking the skin around your nails. Soap notices your transfixed state and looks over his shoulder to see what’s shaken you. He sees it right away, smirking.

“Aye lads I think Ghost found himself that lucky girl already.” He tried to get a reaction out of everyone, but you were the only one to have heard or paid him any attention. “Aww did you wanna be that lucky girl MaryJane?”

Giving Soap the death glare you mutter, “oh fuck off. You’ve had too much liquor already.”

Finally Ghost and the girl stop talking and he makes his way over to the bar instead to grab himself a drink.

“Alright guys I’m gonna get another shot! Anybody else want one?” You ask already getting out of your seat to catch up to Ghost. Your eyes meet Soaps for a split second. “Yeah get me whatever drink the lieutenant gets.” And he winks.

You know Soap is just having his fun, but you cannot stand it anymore. You’ll be getting fuck all you lousy Scott.

Walking as fast as your platforms would let you, you find your way right behind the lieutenant.

“Can I please have a shot of vodka? And a whiskey on the rocks.” You say before Ghost has the chance to ask for a drink himself.

He quickly turns around to see you smirking at him.

“How’d you know my favourite drink?” He asks.

You can’t even hide the fact that your ogling him. “I didn’t. The drinks are for me.” You respond trying to make your voice more calm and sultry.

As always, silence falls over the both of you. Once being handed your drinks, you decide to wait around for Ghost to order his.

“Saw you staring at me earlier when I walked in.” Ghost says turning his body to fully face you while leaning on the bar.

And now you notice the cologne he has on. He smells good. Extremely good. Has he always smelt this nice? I don’t remember-

“Is someone jealous?”

Your eyes widen slightly, deciding now is the best time to take your shot instead of answering him. He’s giving you this stare that’s making your legs feel wobbly. Does he know what he’s doing? He has to.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about sir.” You say and take your whisky to go. Not having the confidence at the moment to go back and forth yet. You need to be drunk tonight.

After a few minutes Ghost makes his way over to your table and the only seat available for him is the empty spot beside you. Noticing this he raises his eyebrows at you before sitting down and removing his jacket. Which is a very bad idea because the shirt he’s wearing is showcasing his muscles off perfectly. And it takes every fibre of your being to look forward and not at him.

And he’s very careful to not make any physical contact with you despite how close he has to be to not fall off whatever’s left of the booth seat. You’re about to go insane. Really.

“Simon!! You’re here!” Soap says while sloshing his drink around. Dear god if you’re listening, keep Soaps mouth shut.

Hearing Soap say this the rest of the guys also get excited he’s there. Trying to all drunkly converse with him at once.

Nobody seems to notice but you’re slowly losing your mind. Opting to gulp down the rest of your drink to help with whatever anxious feeling you’re having. Why are you feeling like this? You’re so confident in yourself around him any other time, what’s changed now? Is it the new setting? Seeing that girl talking to him? He didn’t even say what they were talking about… Just trying to get a reaction out of you. Something’s gotta give and you need this alcohol to kick in fast.

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While getting distracted finally talking to someone else from another team you feel something touching your leg. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

Ghosts hand is barely grazing your thigh and you’ve gone mad. He probably just wants somewhere to rest it besides the table, but your skin is now on fire and you can’t take it. You have to get up and go to the bathroom or get some fresh air because it’s all too much now.

“Excuse me lieutenant, can I get by you really quick?” You mumble while your cheeks turn red.

Ghost turns to look at you and sees his hand touching your leg. Paired with how flush your face is. Looking you up and down really quick he asks if you’re alright.

“Is there anything wrong?” He slowly moves his hand away from the seat to not touch you anymore. Thinking he accidentally made you extremely uncomfortable. He felt bad.

“I just need some air, I’m too hot.” You close your eyes so you don’t have to look at him.

Glancing around the table to see if anybody’s watching, he asks, “would you like some company?”

You nodded aggressively, clearing not thinking how bad of an idea that was. You need to get away from him, not be alone with him, dumbass. Without another word he got up, helping you out as well and grabbed both your jackets.

“We’ll be back, just going out for a smoke.” Ghost let’s some people know. Not really directing it towards anyone in particular.

Soap in his drunken state hears and he’s grinning from ear to ear.

Once you’re outside you feel less suffocated, the cold air feeling great on your exposed skin. When Ghost steps out you barely notice until he’s gently putting your jacket over your shoulders.

“Thank you.” You say.

Ghost nods and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. You stood there silently watching him light it and puff out. God he looks so good. I wonder if he knows that.

“Staring again MaryJane.” He jokes while exhaling smoke.

You chose to ignore his comment. “Can I?” You ask, reaching your hand out for him to give you a smoke.

“You gotta start bringing your own cigarettes. You owe me some missy.” He moves closer to you and offers his cigarette. You didn’t want him to know how much that affects you, so you wordlessly take it and inhale.

It’s like he’s reading your mind for the hottest things men can do. Checking off each box in your list slowly, only hoping in return you’ve checked at least one of his.

“So. What happened inside that you needed some air so badly?” He was trying to see if it was his fault or not. It mainly being the reason he came outside, to apologize in private.

You shrugged. Not exactly wanting to say ‘you got me so worked up by accidentally touching me’. It came off a bit too strong.

“C’mon I think you can let your superior know.”

He’s really good at making you roll your eyes that’s for sure.

You give him his cigarette back and this time he doesn’t mind if your fingers brush. You start wondering if any other girl on the base has gotten him to break his shell before. Jealousy starts forming in your gut at the thought.

“Just wanted some alone time. With my superior of course.”

Now you caught him off guard causing him to cough out. He now knew you weren’t upset with him at least. You felt better to be on the other end this time, feeling the confidence return in your blood.

“What’s wrong lieutenant? I’ve seen you smoke before. What’s with all this?” You say rubbing his arm up and down, the one that was choking you out in the gym not too long ago.

You take the cigarette back from him while he was recovering from the small cough. Now standing in his personal space, his eyes meeting yours, you inhale it. Ghost looking completely mesmerized as you stare at his lips through the small opening in his ski mask before gently placing the cigarette back in his mouth. You had no idea what you were doing, just trying to be as open as possible about the fact that yes, you do indeed want him.

Watching him throw the cigarette out of his mouth made you regret what you just did, until both of his hands went up to hold your face as he leaned in to kiss you.

The kiss lasted no longer than a few seconds before he was pulling away gaging your reaction.

“Fucking finally.” You say.

He nervously laughed. Oh my god did I really just make him laugh?

“I don’t want to go back inside yet.” You whisper.

Smirking, he pulled out a set of keys he stole from your teams table before he left. “We don’t have to go back inside yet if you don’t want to.” Holy shit he is going to be the death of me.

Both of you left the front entrance of the bar and walked up to whatever truck you took to get here before unlocking it. Ghost started the engine to warm up it up inside then hopping out and opening the backseat door for you. His hand on the small of your back guiding you inside.

This felt too surreal to you. The events of tonight not even making sense in your head as you try to piece together how you even got here in the first place. Whatever, you made it here nonetheless.

You shrug off your jacket not caring what temperature it was before climbing onto Ghost’s lap. Him welcoming you immediately by putting both of his hands on your hips and squeezing. You let a sigh fall from your lips as you inch your head closer to his. Ghost already had intense eyes to begin with, but now they felt impossible to look away from.

Your hands made their way to the bottom of his mask while you brushed the tip of your nose against his. Silently asking permission to lift it, you wanted a proper kiss from him.

His gaze fell from your eyes to your mouth and you took that as your yes.

Slowly you put your fingers underneath his mask and started lifting, holding it just above the tip of his nose so your hands could touch his cheeks. Glancing at his lips, your thumbs had a mind of their own and were tracing them softly. Ghost seemed to be running out of patience as you felt his hands squeeze your hips harder and bring them to rest on his lap. The dick print was noticeable and enough to make you glance down for a second, hoping to get a peek through his pants.

Finally you had enough and gently leaned in the rest of the way to kiss him.

As the kiss began to get more intense, you felt his hands make their way up to hold your waist through your shirt. Your hips gained a conscience of their own and began grinding against his. You were convinced there couldn’t have been a better sound in the world than the soft groan Ghost just let out, backing away from your lips for a second to catch his breathe already.

You wanted to pull every noise you could out of him moving forward.

Kissing the corner of his mouth and grinding on him some more caused his hands to shoot back to your hips halting your movements.

“Wait, wait, wait. I need to know you want to go further with this before anything else happens.” He quickly gasped out.

Backing your head away slightly you give him a smile. “Of course I do. You big idiot.” Moving your head to the side of his you whisper in his ear, “I’ve been waiting for this.”

That seemed to calm his nerves back down before you started kissing his neck, forcing his head back against the head rest with your hands that were still on his cheeks. Slowly grinding against him again, his hands loosen up on your hips and let you take the lead. His mind was going a million miles a minute and was happy with you deciding how fast or slow things went. It’s been a while since he’s done this. When your lips made it back to his, he was eager to reconnect them. Your tongue slipped its way into his mouth and it sent a shock through your body when you felt him suck on it hard back into his mouth when you tried pulling away to catch your breathe. Your head was spinning. Never ever has a guy done that to you before and you went feral. Mentally making it your mission to not leave this vehicle without completely satisfying him first.

“Wait one more thing.” Ghost stops. “I don’t have a condom on me.”

Hearing those words leave his mouth just about broke your heart.

You pull away from him to look him in the eyes again, really not wanting to stop what was happening because your underwear was already ruined.

“Are you clean?” Hoping his answer would be yes.

“Of course. Yes.” He replies, now waiting for you.

“So am I. And I’m on the pill… Do with that information as you will… Simon” You smirk.

He rose his eyebrows, but you couldn’t see. Did you really just give him permission for what he thinks? While also addressing him by his real name?

Something about Ghost changed after you said that. He removed your hands from his face and forced them into your lap. Causing you to frown. Why is he doing this? I thought guys wanted to hear that kinda thing?

He put both hands on your hips again and somehow lifted you up to turn around in his lap. Now you were facing the front of the vehicle as he leaned forward, chest pressed against your back, “You are such a brat. You know that?” His boots forcing his way in between yours to spread your legs more.

Confusion took over your whole body. “What..? Why am I a brat?” You gasp, all you wanted to do was help him out.

“Teasing, touching me for weeks. And your commentary right now.” He slowly leans his face into the side of your head. “Do you really want to fuck me that bad Y/N?” Yes, yes, yes, yes.

You nod your head aggressively just like you did inside the bar.

“Words angel. I want to hear you say it.”

Scared that a moan might come out instead of your voice you quietly whisper, “Yeah.”

“What was that Miss Jane? I couldn’t hear you properly.” He snakes a hand to grasp just under your jaw.

“Yes, I do. Please Ghost.”

Seeming satisfied with your answer he then pressed his nose against your cheek. “Good, I’m going to remove the mask from my face. Any turn of your head and I’ll break you in half. Got it?”

Your brain is barely keeping up with the switch Ghost was currently going through, feeling his rough hand take hold of your throat. Right now you’d let him do anything he wanted to you, even break you in half.

“Of course Simon. I won’t look.” You confirm, wiggling in his lap a little bit.

“None of that, I’m in charge now Y/N.” stilling your hips once again. My name sounds so good coming from his mouth.

You nod, just wanting to make sure he knows you’ll listen. Listen very well.

The hand that’s currently around your neck let’s go and a few fingers, his middle and ring finger, make an appearance near your mouth.

“Can you do something for me sweetheart? Open that pretty mouth of yours. And suck.” His accent was coming out stronger the more heated things were getting. You were salivating.

Gladly opening your mouth you let his fingers in, sucking them as if your life depended on it. And it kinda seemed like it did.

When he was again satisfied, he pulled them from your mouth and slowly trailed them down the front of your blouse to the beginning of your pants. All while your eyes were hungrily watching and waiting for him to do something. You feel his chin lean onto your shoulder to also take a peek where his fingers were. Not wanting to rush him, you close your eyes and wait. Knowing if you opened your mouth to say something it might not end well.

Soon enough he snuck his hand past your underwear, directly going to find your clit. To put it lightly, this is exactly what you’ve been waiting for. Not even having to tell him to go lower or higher, he found it right away and made you gasp out for air.

“Oh fuck.” You moan out.

Feeling Ghost smile against the side of your face, he picks up the pace of his fingers and starts rubbing your entrance.

You let your head fall back against his shoulder while he continued to assault your lower half in the best way possible. As soon as you felt his fingers prod their way inside and curl - you were a goner, arching your back against him and trying to close your legs. His boots keeping them spread apart.

You wish you could of held yourself together better, you really weren’t expecting Ghost to be the best at this. Now you wanted to kill every girl who he’s ever touched before that taught him how. Because this was damn near perfect, getting you more worked up than you can usually do to yourself.

Your hands were now resting on both of his upper thighs and gripping the muscle for dear life. Ghost kissing the side of your neck was so gentle you almost couldn’t feel it compared to how rough he was fingering you.

Losing control of the movement of your hips you start grinding against him to somewhat meet his rhythm. Which he has no complaints about and let’s out a nice groan into your ear. He then uses his free hand to press hard against the bottom of your stomach. Oh my god how does he even know about that shit? Did Satan send him back to earth? Realizing he was too good to burn in hell? Fuck right off.

“I want you to cum first before I put my dick in you. Does that sound alright?” He whispers in your ear.

Well, this is the first time Ghost was able to make your eyes roll for a good reason.

“Yeah, whatever you want.” You moan out.

“Oh no, where did my sassy girl go? Where did all your comments disappear to?”

You can hear Ghost smiling. That fucker.

“She’s still here. Just taking a break.” Gasping as he uses his palm to rub against your clit harder.

“I don’t know, I think she just gave me permission to do whatever I want with you.”

He then pulls you to lean back against the seat with him, your head that’s resting on his shoulder making contact with part of the headrest. You haven’t even had your eyes open in a few minutes. Too scared that if you look down you’ll make a bigger mess, seeing both his huge hands in the spot you’ve been imagining him to be for too long.

“I think you’d let me do anything I want to you.” He groans. “Wouldn’t you?”

Your brain has nearly stopped functioning properly. No sassy remarks left in you. Just purely thinking about Ghost’s hands.

Nodding again on his shoulder, you bite your lip to keep the noise down as you felt your orgasm fast approaching.

“Don’t do that, I want to hear how much I’m breaking you down love. Open your mouth.”

He was right, you would do anything he asked of you right now. Letting all the sounds your body wanted to make out in the open. Allowing this man to hear how broken you sound. And boy did he enjoy it.

“Simon..” You gasp. “I’m so close-I’m-I’m gonna…” Before even finishing your sentence you came.

Ghost helped you ride it out, not stopping until you were shaking and begging him to.

The fingers he just had inside you crept their way back up and in front of your mouth. Not even waiting for him to ask, you take them in your mouth and open your eyes.

“Such a good girl. You still wanna do this?” You’d have to pull my dead body from this truck to get me to stop.

Removing his fingers from your mouth you say, “Of course.” Feeling yourself regain control of your brain you add, “I thought I was such a brat earlier sir?”

The chuckle he let out was dark. Not something you’ve ever heard him do before.

Both of Ghost’s hands suddenly lifted you off his lap to be pushed onto your hands and knees against the other back seat. While switching your position you realized ghosts ski mask was just laying there right beside you. Holy shit. When did he take this off? You grab onto it and hold it hoping Ghost wouldn’t care you had it just for now.

“Changed my mind. You’re still a fucking brat.”

You heard clothes being removed, probably his jacket because he still had it on. From where he’s sitting, he starts pulling down your pants. Then decided on standing slightly and resting one knee on the seat and his boot on the floor. “Lift your legs for me love.” No hesitation, you helped him remove your yoga pants to be throw somewhere else in the truck. Once your pants were gone he started playing with the flimsy thong you’d put on earlier, not expecting anybody else, but you to see it that night. His hands slowly put themselves on the hem of your shirt and lifted it just past your waist. Now no clothing in the way, he firmly grips at your waist and leans down to almost be head level with you.

“Ready for me?”

Feeling Ghost press himself against you again, the different position made your mouth water. You quickly nod your head. “Been waiting lieutenant.”

He lets out a puff of air and leans back up.

Ears zooming in to the sounds of his belt and zipper made you realize how real this all was again. Not just some late night fantasy.

Hearing him spit on his hand and stroke himself, it took everything in you to not turn around to look and remember the sight for later.

You chose to lean on your elbows now and stare into the blank eye holes of his ski mask. Doing something you’d find highly cringy any other time, you leaned your head onto it to rest on top of the seat.

His fingers gently moved your thong to the side while he slowly pressed inside you, bare. In this moment you were extremely happy he didn’t have a condom. Wanting to feel absolutely everything on both ends. Yes, it’s extremely silly and not smart, but you didn’t care. You and Ghost both let out gasps as he was fully inside. His strong grip returning to your hips waiting for you to give him the okay to start moving. Not wanting him to treat you delicately, even though he was bigger than average, you make a dumb remark. “Simon get on with it.”

You felt him shift his weight as he leaned down again. “You wanna repeat that for me Y/N?”

It was then he noticed your head was lying on his mask. He twitched inside of you. Couldn’t control it and he cursed himself.

“Please, hurry up.” You say now feeling yourself losing control again after his dick twitched.

Ghost grabbed a handful of your hair and straightened his back up, thrusting hard into you. He didn’t pull your head up though, he wanted you to use his mask as a ‘pillow’ for now. He thought it was hot.

Ghost held that rough pace which you didn’t mind at all. Him manhandling you was turning you on through the roof. Panting like a damn dog in the summer.

The noises that were coming out of Ghost’s mouth didn’t help either if you wanted to keep your sanity. You wish you had an audio of it to play on loop whenever you desired.

“Is this what you wanted Y/N?” He groaned out, smacking your ass.

“Yes, yes! Please don’t stop.” You say breathlessly.

He was hitting it so good you damn near almost moaned out the forbidden D word, but he’d have to kill you first before you ever muttered that word to him.

His thrusts slowed down, which almost caused you to cry out. He pressed his chest into your back and you felt something hard dig into your shoulder. It hurt, but only for a second as you felt it move and dangle near your face. Oh shit. His dog tags.

Without thinking you grabbed them to keep his body close to yours, not giving him the option to straighten up again.

Once Ghost felt a tug at the back of his neck he noticed your smaller hand holding his chain for dear life. “Oh fuck me.” Ghost let out the most guttural moan of the night yet.

Picking up his pace again, he moved one of his hands directly above your head on the door to keep him stable. He brought his other hand up to his mouth to spit on and bring it directly under both of your bodies. Rubbing your now abused clit in harsh circles.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck… Oh fuck!” You squeal.

“You gonna cum again for me MaryJane? Already?” He teased, sounding breathless.

“Yes,” you pause to moan and say “Please don’t stop Simon.”

He wouldn’t dream of it.

A few seconds later you felt your orgasm crash over you again, this time much more intense. Ghost watched from above you and just about finished at the sight - you’d bit his mask to muffle the rest of your moans.

Letting you finish to a certain extent, Ghost pried your fingers from his dog tags and mask to lift you up to sit reverse on his lap again.

Slowly coming back to, you see your sitting up, with Ghost still inside you. He brushed your hair aside and started kissing the back of your neck. Such a contrast to how he was treating you before.

“Did you cum Simon?” You ask because you genuinely felt yourself black out for second or two.

He pauses his kissing to mumble out a quick no. Well he must be close at least…

You steady your hands on the seat in front of you for leverage and gently start moving your hips. Still extremely sensitive.

He grabs your hair to pull your head back slightly. “You don’t have to move just yet.” And presses more kisses to the side of your neck now. “I know your still sensitive.” Oh my god. Lord forgive me.

“I don’t care. You’re cumming and that’s, that.”

He lets out a small chuckle against your skin and removes all contact from you while resting his arms against the top of the seats. You can’t see it, but he’s smirking quite a lot at you. Waiting for you to continue whatever it is you’re planning in that stubborn head of yours.

In no time your bouncing on top of him, desperately trying to pull an orgasm out of him. He gave you two so it was only fair.

Unfortunately you were tiring yourself out really fast, your thighs were burning. Giving up on bouncing, you pressed yourself back into him like before and started grinding on him.

Ghost seemed to thoroughly enjoy this as his arms left the seat to grab onto your hips to slow you down.

“What’s wrong Simon, don’t wanna cum too fast now?” You’re joking obviously, this man has great stamina.

“Careful sweetheart, your mouth is about to get you into trouble again.” He says right next to your ear.

Doing something ballsy, you trail one of your hands up past your shoulder and onto his face, right where his cheek is. He was just thinking you meant it as a cute gesture for more physical contact. Wrong.

You trailed your hand further past his ear to run your fingers through his hair. No, his hair wasn’t that long, but it was enough to get a firm grip and force his head back, yes.

He lets out a breathless ‘fuck’ and you know you had him finally.

Letting out a few exaggerated moans yourself, you purposely clench hard to get him to break. Mentally applauding yourself as you feel his large hands grip tighter and tighter around you. You added your free hand to put on top of one of his.

His head shot up from your weakening grasp on his hair and he let out a bunch of nice sounds. Music to your ears really.

You leant your head back on his shoulder, looking up at the roof of the truck when he gasps out quickly. “Where do you want it?”

You close your eyes and tug his head further forward so you can whisper in his ear this time. “You better not pull out Simon.”

He let the prettiest moan come out of his mouth and it was sent directly to your core. Letting him control the rest of your movements with his strong grip on you to thrust up and finish inside like you told him to.

Seeing as he was spent, you now put both hands on top of his. Ghost thinking you were just about to get off of him, he was wrong yet again.

You wanted every last drop he had to offer.

You slowly continue to grind when you were immediately stopped by Ghost, putting him into overdrive.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He breathes out.

You let out a quick giggle and reach over to grab his mask that was thrown onto the floor. He obviously had enough of your movements and lifted you up quickly to free himself.

“Here’s your mask sir.”

“Thank you.” He takes it puts it back on. “There should be some napkins in the glove box if you wanna get them.”

You quickly turn your head around to smile at him. Seeing his eyes again felt nice.

Ignoring his request and making him roll his eyes, he got up with you on his lap to reach for the glove box, while holding onto your stomach so you wouldn’t fall off of him.

After retrieving said napkins he helped you clean up and redress yourself. Which was a little hard since you still had your shoes on.

“So lieutenant…” You say breaking the silence.

“Oh so it’s back to that name now?” He jokes.

You stare at him for a moment before asking, “why don’t you ever show anyone your face?”

He meets your gaze. “Why does it matter?”

“I’m just wondering.”

Without thinking you say, “take it off again.”

“No.” His stare is returning back to the intense one you recognize.

“Why not? Are you ugly?” You joke around.

He smiles a little before saying, “quite the opposite.”

“I doubt that.”

Fin

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“Reflections of a Distant Past” Chapter 4

Pairing: Ben Kenobi and Fem. Reader (second person)

W/C: 5.6 K

Warnings: language, nosey but well-meaning friends, Ben is adorable.

A/N: Hello everyone! I am back with a new update! I apologize for the wait as Grad school is a drag but necessary. The good news, I haven't abandoned any of my stories.

So in this chapter, things progress between our two main characters. All of Ben's texts are in bold print and Emma's texts (you the reader) are in italics. Also, any internal thoughts are in italics, but I tried to make which is distinguishable. This chapter was so much fun to write and can't wait to see this story progress.

Also disclaimer, I have never read Sense and Sensibility, it is on my list but I haven't gotten there yet but I looked up a plot synopsis, so if I do any of the characters a disservice or misrepresent them, I apologize and will fix it. As always, happy reading feel free to reach out with comments and thoughts as I always look forward to them! 😃

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The mirror in the bathroom was foggy. Leaning over your sink, you wiped the condensation off the glass with your towel.

Taking the other towel that had been in your hair off, you towel-dried your hair. Normally you would blowdry it, but you were too tired tonight. Towel drying and a quick brushing would just have to do.

Picking up the wet brush, you ran it through your hair, happy with the way the brush went through the silky, clean strands of your hair.

Your phone on the edge of the bathroom counter vibrated and lit up.

Glancing at it to make sure that it did actually vibrate, you peered out from around the door and checked the clock on your nightstand.

9:08

Who would be texting you at this time of night?

Paisley was usually asleep by now, but maybe she had an issue.

Picking up the phone to see who it was, you nearly dropped the brush into the sink when you read the little bar notification across the lock screen.

1 Message from Ben Kenobi

Your eyes widened as your heartbeat sped up, and your stomach suddenly felt like you swallowed butterflies.

HE TEXTED YOU!

Biting your bottom lip slightly, you hesitated on opening it. You didn’t want to seem to eager or lame by answering right away.

Then a thought occurred to you…it was pretty late at night…and he was texting you this late?

“Maybe he’s a night owl?....or maybe something wrong?”

But he had roommates, would you really be his go-to if something was wrong?

Rolling your eyes, you realized you could fuss and spiral about this all night if you let yourself, and just decided to open up the text.

Smiling, you read the text more than once.

“Hello Emma. It’s Ben Kenobi…I apologize for texting you so late, but I just wanted to say thank you again for helping me obtain the collector’s edition…I’m somewhat embarrassed to say that I’ve already read it since bringing it home…We’ll have to see which other books we can find for my collection. Have a good evening. - Ben”

Screw trying not to appear lame. You quickly started typing.

“Hey Ben. No worries, I am usually a bit of a night owl. I am glad you enjoyed the book, it's my pleasure to help…and yes, as I said, don’t be a stranger, I’m always happy to help expand a Sherlock Homles collection for a true fan. Text me anytime or come by the store.”

“ :) “

An emoji of a silly yellow smiley face appeared, shortly followed by the three dots that bounced back and forth, indicating that he was still typing.

“I promise I will not be a stranger. Perhaps once we’ve taken care of my Holmes collection, you can help me complete my Austin collection….which I would assume you are as much of an Austin enthusiast as you are a Holmes one, Miss Emma.”

Squealing…You were straight-up squealing… Was he flirting? Is this how book enthusiasts flirted?… It was awkward but completely adorable at the same time…

A man who flirts using book titles and authors was a man you could never refuse and had spent days dreaming about.

“You have deduced correctly good Sir…It’s a deal. ;)”

Instantly you regretted the winky face…would that be too much for him? He was shy and kind of socially awkward…what if this scared him away?

“Oh great….really good job Emma.”

…

A surge of electricity that could have made your heart stop coursed through you when you saw him start to type….

What if you had interpreted this all wrong?

“Excellent, I look forward to growing the collection ;) …Good night Emma, I hope you have a great day tomorrow and sweet dreams.”

Slowly, a warm blush crept over your cheeks….Yup…he was definitely flirting with you….

How were you possibly expected to sleep after this?

Putting down your phone, you quickly finished towel-drying your hair, far too distracted and giddy to spend time blowdrying it now.

After you tidied up the bathroom and rounded the corner to your bedroom that was connected, you noticed Coal had impatiently decided to plop down in the center of your bed, you must have taken too long for his liking.

Shaking your head back and forth, you walked over to the bed and scooped him up.

An irritated “raarnn” noise came from him as you held him close to you.

“Oh hush Mr. Grumpy, you’ll survive.”

He just blinked expectantly at you, as if he could tell you that he openly disagreed with you. Nonetheless, when he was placed in his appropriate spot, he resumed his curled-up position and continued to ignore you.

Rolling your eyes at the level of sass, you snuggled into the bed yourself.

However, your mind was far from tiered.

The idea of a relationship with Ben both excited you and scared you at the same time.

Ashoka had nothing but good things to say about him and from what you had seen of him he was a charming, kind, humble gentleman…with model good looks….

But it had been a long time since you were in a relationship…and as you had reminded yourself, it had been a pretty crappy one.

Catching feelings for Ben was something you told yourself to be careful with…

“When you play with fire you get burned.”

But who was giving you that warning? The old, broken you? Or the new, stronger, and more in touch with herself you? That girl, the new, stronger one, she wanted Ben….

There was something about him that made you feel so drawn to… as if you two were magnets that were pulling at each other from across the room, desperate to connect.

Yet….there was something about him that you could not put your finger on…an aloofness or something that caused him to seem stand-off-ish….

…He was shy, you had noticed that from the start…

Despite the ramblings of your mind, your eyes kept drooping, doing that thing where they close and then pop open rapidly as you fought to stay awake and sort through your emotions.

Eventually, sleep won out, as it always did…visions of Ben flashing before your eyes as you fell asleep.

- - - - - - - - - -

Extremely hot days in northern New England weren’t something that people took well. Given that it could reach well into the negatives in the winter when it got up to even the low 80s and the dreaded 90-degree weather, the whole town practically disappeared. The brave went to the beach or a lake and those who had swimming pools or sprinklers spent the day there. The rest of the people just stayed indoors with the AC blasting.

The height of summer and the dead of winter were treated with the same mentality…people only left the house if they absolutely had to.

Because of the spike in temperature, the bookshop had been pretty dead. At 3 in the afternoon, you decided to throw in the towel and close up a few hours early.

For you, on a day like this, staying open for the 2-4 customers who potentially could on come in wasn’t worth it to you; especially when you had stuff you could be doing at home and errands that needed to be tended to.

Which is where you found yourself now, up to your elbows with soap and water as you were cleaning the kitchen.

You just started mopping the floor when you heard your phone buzz on the counter.

Naturally, the area near the counters had been the one area of the floor that you had washed.

Leaning on the mop, you stuck your neck out and squinted, attempting to read the lit-up screen from so far away. If it wasn’t worth it, you weren’t going to breakneck walking on the wet floor.

The only word you could make out was “Kenobi.”

As your eyes doubled in size, you leaned on the mop even further, reaching out to grab your phone.

This was worth it.

Just barely, your fingertips were able to whack it back and forth until the device fell off the counter and into the palm of your hand.

“Phew.” You sighed…that could have definitely gone worse….like the phone ending up in the bucket worse.

Swiping up, you opened his message.

“Hi, Emma. I apologize if I am reaching out at a bad time, but I just stopped by your store on my way home from work, and the store was closed. Is everything alright? I apologize for the intrusion, it’s none of my business, but I wanted to make sure that everything was alright as it is not like you to close early...”

“WHAT ARE THE ODDS?!!” You hissed, instantly regretting your decision to close early. Naturally, he would be the one customer, the only one you wanted to see, that would come in on a day like today.

“Hey Ben! Everything is okay, I decided to close up the shop early to due the heat and the lack of customers, I am so sorry to have missed you. Was there anything I could help you with?”

“Glad to hear everything is alright. I was stopping in to see what Austin titles you had in stock… potential summer reading… no biggy.”

“You should know me better than to ask that, what kind of an enthusiast would I be if I didn’t have all of them in stock?”

You smiled as you noticed the conversation was flowing much more easily now…and that he was willing to banter back and forth with you.

“...Well…you claim to be a Holmes enthusiast and you had to order the collectors edition of a Study in Scarlet for me…I didn’t want to push my luck with assumptions =p “

You pursed your lips into a straight line as you all but squealed….the cheeky bugger.

“Listen Buster, them is fighting words…Plus, that was a collectors edition, doesn’t count on terms of it being a technicality. I had two regular editions in stock…I ALWAYS keep Holmes and Austin in stock.”

“My apologies fair lady, you are correct, I concede in good faith…Still though…I am in search of an Austin read, any suggestions?”

“Sense and Sensibility…Everyone goes for Emma or Pride and Prejudice first and while I love P & P as much as anyone else, the Dashwood sisters deserve more love..”

“Noted. I appreciate the insight and am glad that everything is alright. I was worried. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

He was worried….hhhmmm…perhaps you weren’t the only one catching feelings and that this situation was indeed as mutual as Ahsoka had kept suggesting it was.

“Thanks, you as well Ben. Happy reading. =) “

You decided to put the ringer on as you put your phone in your back pocket…. In case he texted you back of course….

- - - - - - -

The evening had not gone the way you had planned. It was a Wednesday, and after you had worked all day, the last place you wanted to be was where you currently found yourself.

The music was just a bit too loud, the clang of the multiple balls on various pool tables felt amplified…and this drink was too strong.

Paisley had somehow convinced you to come out to the local bar that you, her, and your group of friends frequented since college…” Its ladies’ night!” had been her reasoning.

Ladies' night at the local dive bar meant that drinks were only 3 bucks for ladies and there was no cover charge.

When she called with her proposition, she had pointed out that your life had become quite mundane and stagnant…which you took offense to……even if she was right….

So now you found yourself at a hightop table that was covered in empty glasses and enough noise to give you a sensory overload.

But it wasn’t just you that Paisley had invited….when she meant she wanted the whole gang for a girl's night, she had meant the whole gang.

Lucia had been an old friend of yours and Paisley’s from college. Back in the day, the three of you used to live together in the dorms…but that was a long time ago. Now, Lucia worked at a bank and had things like a mortgage, a husband, and 401K to occupy her personal time. The swirling disco lights bounced off her copper-colored skin as she leaned in close to Zara so that they could continue their conversation despite the noise.

Zara had a degree in pharmasuticles and worked as a pharmacist in the local drug store. She was the confident and adventurous friend…the type of person who would call you on a Thursday and suggest a weekend trip, or who would drive the 4-ish hours to Boston’s North End because she was craving a cannoli. When she and Paisley were together, they were dangerous…but you couldn’t deny that the two of them and their shenanigans had given you some of the funniest and best memories. Her ebony skin contrasted with Abby’s pale skin and light hair, who was sitting next to the two girls listening intently.

Abigale (Abby for short) was from here, had never moved away, and owned the bakery in town. You had meant her when you kept bumping into her at the coffee shop where Ahsoka worked. One day you had decided to strike up a conversation with her while waiting in line; which had led to her being welcomed into the group with open arms.

Lastly, there was Paisley. You and she had become fast friends when you had both been assigned as roommates in your freshman year. Originally you were nervous about living with a total stranger, but Paisley was bubbly, kind, and loyal to a fault. She had quickly become your ride-or-die friend and over the years had become your confidant.

Which had made it all the more harder when she called you whining, begging you to come out with the girls.

“You can always go home early if you want, you don’t have to stay the whole night…” She had said.

False promises if you had ever heard them.

You were just happy that you didn’t have to get all dressed up like you did back in your college days. The PTSD-inducing flashbacks of tight dresses, way too much makeup, and heels that made your feet bleed still made you shudder.

The simple, dark-colored, scoop-neck T-shirt, medium-washed jeans, and black Converses you were wearing would do just fine tonight.

The third cranberry and vodka you were on for the evening were starting to not go down as smoothly as the first two had and you were becoming bored.

Lucia and Zara were at the table exchanging horror stories from work. Abby had moved on from listening to them and was dancing with some guy whom she had started talking to at the bar.

And Paisley….sweet, optimistic Paisley was now walking toward your table with another round of drinks in her hands. Thankfully, due to the number of glasses, she was attempting to carry, more of the liquid was making its way onto the floor than was staying in the glasses….

“Here we go ladies!” She exclaimed enthusiastically as she reached the table.

Skeptically, you looked at the glasses. “Eeehhh…I don’t know….I think three might be enough for me…I might switch to water or soda soon if I wanna drive home….”

“Lightweight.” Lucia teased.

Zara and Paisley both ignored you as they clanged their classes together and took the first sip.

“Oooo yay! Perfect timing Paisley, I was getting ready to get another!” Abby proclaimed as she sat down, giving the glass a raise in the air, saluting the girls before she tossed it back.

Groaning, you downed the rest of the glass knowing that consuming another one was inevitable due to the well-meaning social pressure of your friends….they just wanted to make sure you weren’t getting too boring before it was socially acceptable at a later age.

You rolled your eyes as you picked up the shot, remorsefully looking at it. The inner ramblings of an introverted extrovert.

It went down easier than you had anticipated. Setting the glass on the table, you closed your eyes as a wave of heat rolled off your body. There was a lot of alcohol corasing through your veins and the blaring noise of this bar was really affecting you.

Mentally, you started to plan your escape. If you stuck around for another half hour and had a water or two, you’d be good enough to drive.

Sitting back in the chair, you took in the scene at the table in front of you. Despite not being in the mood to be out, you were very grateful for the group of girls in front of you. They could be a lot at times but their intentions were always pure and at their core, they were good people.

There was no drama in this friend group, which was rare for a group of girls as big as this one. Everyone truly valued each other…more like a family than friends.

The bar was so loud, as were your thoughts, that you would have never heard your phone buzz if weren’t face up on the table, staring at you. The light of the screen pierced through the darkness like a bolt of lightning, the vibration making the glasses on the table shake.

1 new message from Ben Kenobi

A slow deep blush crept up your face as you tried to hide your smile. Instantly, you swiped your phone off the table before any of the others could see it.

“I always forget what a horrid and irritating person Fanny Dashwood is…”

It was unavoidable now, a broad smile graced your lips as you silently read the text.

You wanted nothing more than to stow away to a random corner and pour over your phone…texting him till the sun came up.

Only Ben Kenobi would text you on Wed. night about a character from a book suggestion you had given him.

What did say about yourself that right now, you’d rather be discussing the Dashwood affairs than at the bar with your friends….It wasn’t the company that bored you, but rather the surroundings.

But really, Ben always upped the mood any time he decided to show up.

You bit your bottom lip slightly….that whole “not catching feelings thing” wasn’t really working for you at this point.

“She really is…The way John bought into her stunts always irritated me.”

“Indeed. Likewise, I always enjoy how Col. Brandon is underestimated….the honorable but confirmed old bachelor whom everyone miss judges…A worthy trope.”

The blaring music drowned out a small chuckle that you let escape.

“Reminds me of someone else I know.”

“Darling if I was as good a person as Col. Brandon the world would be a better place. No…Possibly I am more like Elinor Dashwood….like her, It has been a long time since I put my needs above anyone else.”

That was an odd thing for him to admit during a causal conversation…curiosity spiked through you. Still, though, you took a sense of pride in the idea that your relationship was deepening if he felt comfortable admitting that.

“Hey! I thought we said no phones tonight!” Zara scolded you from across the table.

But before you could say anything, Paisley found you out. As she stared at you, her eyes grew in size and a slow, knowing smile spread across her face…kind of like that meme of the Grinch…

“Wow!…hang on ladies…I know that face, I haven’t seen it in a long time though…” She said to you tauntingly.

The girls at the table giggled as you tried to shink into your chair.

“Are you drunk Paisley? This is Emma we’re talking about…” Lucia laughed her way through her question, the alcohol starting to work on her as well.

Paisley put her glass down and held up her pointer finger. “Listen, when it comes to Emma Collins, I know that look….” Paisley argued back. Her jade-green eyes grew larger, glee visible in them. “What’s his name?”

Silence fell over the table as the four other women looked at you expectantly.

Your hesitation felt like the only natural defense you had, as you quickly tried to think of something witty to say in order to divert their attention, but it only became your undoing.

Slamming her hand flat on the table, she broke the silence. “Oh my shit….you aren’t kidding Paisley…..EMMA!” Zara squealed.

Placing your phone down, you put your hands palms up toward the table. Damage control time. “Easy ladies…. it’s not as serious as you think, he’s just a friend.”

“A friend who makes you smile like that!” Abby arched her eyebrow.

“Details….NOW!” Paisley demanded, a wicked smile on her face. Sitting back in her chair comfortably, she picked up her glass and sipped it. She was settling in for a story.

Fidgeting in your chair and realized that you needed to downplay this quickly. If you gushed to these girls about how you really felt about him, they’d be out the door planning your wedding before you even got to the parts that made you hesitant.

Again, they meant well but at times their desire to see you happy made them overzealous.

In an attempt to shake their interest, you rolled your eyes and took a sip of your drink. “It’s just some guy I met at the coffee shop. Nothing major. He came into the bookstore looking for some books the other day…said he teaches at the University….We started casually talking, nothing huge.”

The other three girls nodded, except for Zara.

Zara was extremely intelligent and right now she was staring at you from across the table…putting the pieces of the puzzle together.

“Dammit.” You hissed.

Slowly, as if a light bulb had turned on, Zara’s head rose as she smiled. Everyone turned and looked at her now, realizing that she was onto something. Originally they must have mistaken her silence as her waiting for you to continue. Now, they realized she was onto something like she always was. They leaned in closer.

Being a pharmacist in a small town meant that she knew almost everyone by name and face…eventually, everyone needs a pharmacy for something. Add that with her intelligence and nothing got past her…Zara always had the best gossip.

“Wait….What does he teach?” Her eyes narrowed.

Shrugging your shoulders, you took a drink. “Don’t know…something with books….English?…maybe history but who knows?”

You attempted to take a sip of your drink, hoping it jumble your words together.

Zara’s mouth hung open. “Oh, I know who you're talking about! Isn’t that Ahsoka’s dad?… You know, the barista girl from the coffee shop you and Abby go to?”

Your eyes clamped shut…Yup, Zara had figured it out.

“YOUR DATING A DAD?!” Lucia shrieked. She was joined by gasps and squeals from the others.

“A very hot dad,” Zara mumbled as her lips touched the rim of her glass.

Paisley stared at you open-mouthed and expectantly. “Emma! I am so happy for you! And..” She leaned it closer to you…”I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on us.”

“ I have not been “holding out” on anything because there is nothing to say….You are all running away with delusional ideas…He is currently texting me about Sense and Sensibility….hardly flirting.”

The collective mumbling was broken up by a sound of a hand clap.

“Wait…wait!….The hot “dad” whose a college professor is into Jane Austin novels?!?” Abigal gawked.

“And Sherlock Homles,” Zara teased as she gave you a sideways glance.

The other girls just looked at you with mischief and fun in their wide eyes.

“How do you know so much about him?” You asked Zara defensively.

She shrugged her shoulders casually, knowingly….and it irritated you as you felt a pang of jealousy spike through you.

“He comes into the pharmacy often. He usually is picking up something quick….Milk, snacks, and drinks….sometimes he gets lots of over-the-counter medical supplies…bandages, rubbing alcohol, ace wraps, which is kind of odd but I don’t pry…He has a book tucked under his arm or in his back pocket when he waits for prescriptions…always something from the 18th or 19th century, rarely is it anything newer….”

The other girls looked at her skeptically….you agreed with their looks, she certainly knew a lot about him.

“What?!” Zara defended herself. “Trust me, when you are stuck behind a pharmacy counter for your entire 12-hour shift in a small town where your luck if you get one prescription request an hour, you NOTICE the hot guys when they come in repeatedly”

The others laughed…except you, you folded your arms across your chest.

“…. And I may have done some digging on the pharmacy computer on him and his roommates.” She muttered innocently.

“What did you find?” Paisley pressed.

“That’s illegal.” You shot her a hard look. Zara may have been curious and harmless but you didn’t appreciate her prying into Ben and his family’s life like that, not when they hadn’t done anything to provoke it….He was just minding his own business and going about his life…

Stopping yourself, you noticed your feelings. Why were you getting so defensive about Ben’s privacy?

That internal thought crossed your mind at the same time Zara started talking again.

“It’s tot if im “looking into their medical history” to make sure any medication doesn’t conflict with any pre-existing health conditions…,”.... she smiled as she made air quotes “…and nothing really, they’re boring. And kind of odd…None of them have had any prescriptions filled during the past two years and their medical records are barely existent as they don’t have any doctor's offices attached to their records….Any prescriptions that come in come from those minute clinic thingies or walk-ins…odd but not alarming. Two of them are married by the looks of the last names….”

“Still….Their privacy is theirs, as their medical history.” You retorted.

“Ooooo.” Abigale teased. “Yup. Emma has caught feelings.”

“When are you seeing him next?” Lucia butted in.

You huffed. “I’m not…again, just a friend is all.”

Paisley put her empty glass on the table. “Emma.” She said seriously as she softened and looked at you. “I’ve known you a very long time and I haven’t seen a smile like that since before your parents passed away. Any person who makes you smile like that is 1) important to you and 2) worth keeping around….Don’t let this one slip away… especially if he is as much of a catch as that smile indicates.”

Drowning out your friends as they started discussing your not-real relationship amongst themselves, you realized you had left Ben on read.

“I beg to disagree….You seem just the type to be an unassuming hero…”

You were going to have to come up with better flirting material if Ben was going to keep resorting to books as his reasoning for texting you…

More pressingly you, you were going to have to make sure that your friends didn’t ambush the poor man when they saw him in public, for in a town this small, it wasn’t a matter of “if” but a matter of “when” they ran into him…

The rate at which you were catching and developing feelings for someone that you barely knew already alarmed you…nevermind what would happen if they spilled your beans…

If you had to be honest with yourself, there was something that felt inherently safe about Ben…That even if they did tell him and spill your secrete, he would take it like a gentleman….like you had known him forever or the two of you were old friends.

- - - - - - - -

The rain pelted the windows and the roof. Through the window, you could barely make out the world beyond it as the rain came down in diagonal sheets. An intense summer storm if you had ever seen one.

Today was the perfect day for doing exactly what you were doing.

You had bundled yourself up on the couch with a large blanket, dressed in your comfiest sweats. Propped up by a bunch of pillows, you had decided that your only goal and agenda today was to enjoy an Avengers movie marathon.

Armed with a large bowl of popcorn and a big can of lime-flavored carbonated water, you snuggled into the couch, ready to separate the weaklings from the heroes. According to the forecast, the weather wasn’t supposed to let up till tomorrow, so there was no need to make any other plans.

Cole snoozed quietly next to you on the other side of the couch. He was never much for superhero movies to your dismay.

“Everyone’s got a fault.” You mused as you watched his little pudgy belly rise up and down as he slumbered away.

Halfway through the movie, as the star-spangled man with a plan, the man in the iron suit, and the God of thunder were taking on the sadistic robot, your phone lit up.

Considering your commitment to your movie marathon and the raging weather outside, you had half a mind to ignore it. It was probably the girls wanting to do something.

But what if it was an emergency? Paisley could have needed you for something. Or maybe it was one of the other girls?

Picking up the phone, the front screen notified you of one text message from Ben Kenobi.

Suddenly not caring about the movie, your stomach erupted into butterflies. Swiping up the lock screen, you opened the texting app.

“Hello there.”

Giving your phone a small smile, your thumbs started flying across the phone's touchscreen.

“Hey there! How are you?”

…

Those three little dots indicating that he was typing didn’t take long to pop up and your heart was instantly in your throat as you waited with bated breath.

“I am well, although slightly bored as this weather doesn’t allow for fun outdoor activities, so I’ve been reading. Because of your enthusiasm, I have put Holmes down momentarily and have started reading “Sense and Sensibility”....and I thought of you.”

Your checks instantly blushed.

He had taken you up on your reading advice.

“How about you, what are you up to today?”

Texting you back without waiting for your reply, you noticed he was still relying on books as means of striking up a conversation with you.

“He can get away with it.” You smiled.

“I am currently buried under blankets and indulging in a superhero movie marathon.”

“The perfect activity for today. Which one are you watching?”

“I’m on the second Avengers movie.”

“Exquisite choice. A sarcastic, egotistical murder bot always makes for an intriguing villain… I like that Cap guy, I can relate to being the awkward one who is in charge of various different personalities and their well-being…”

Your eyes grew with excitement and you rapidly started texting him back. Was he into superheroes as well?!

“SAME! Cap is my favorite Avenger!.... I’m surprised you’re a fan, I never would have pegged you for a superhero movie person….and give yourself more credit than that.”

“ =)...You give me too much credit once again…if anything, I feel like I can relate to that whole being clueless about technology and modern life type thing….a man out of time.”

“Haha. You aren’t so bad, you can clearly text.… Ahsoka made it sound like you didn’t even know how to turn your phone on at all lol….And you are just a little old-fashioned, never a bad thing… it’s a nice change of pace.”

Either he ignored flirting completely or he hadn’t picked up on it. Given the tone of this and your past conversations, you were willing to bet it was the second one.

“I assure you whatever Ahsoka said about my tech capabilities, she was being generous.”

“Doubtful. Be kinder to yourself….”

“Well….would like me to explain how terrible I am with the modern world this Wednesday, over dinner? I know this little spot in town that serves the best comfort food.”

You froze, just staring at the screen. In disbelief that he had made the first move, something you were prepared to do. Additionally, you did not expect him to take the leap this early.

The three dots appeared again.

“...I apologize if that was too forward…I didn’t mean to make this awkward…Do not feel pressured to say yes if you do not want to.”

“SHIT!” You hissed

“NO!”

“Ugh, crap….I’m making this a mess.”

Your thumbs moved like lightning.

“No…no…what I mean is, no, that was not awkward at all.”

“Yes, I would love to join you.”

“I apologize for messing that up.”

Now you bombarding him with texts….wonderful, that was bound to make this better. You huffed, irritated with yourself.

Relief washed over you with those three little move dots move again.

…

The way they bounced, knowing it meant he was typing was like someone dangling a bone in front of a dog and telling them not to move.

“No worries. I understand. I look forward to seeing you Friday evening. How does 7 sound?”

“Sounds great! Here is my address.”

Texting in the location of your home, you suddenly found yourself warm and clammy under the large blanket.

“Perfect. See you then.”

You responded with the smiley face emoji.

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Prompt: Running eyeliner

Series: The Media (family of troublemakers)

When Dionysus agreed to do this stream with Pandora, he thought it would be more down the line of playing Mario Kart until they're so drunk that they can’t see straight. Which isn’t that hard to begin with. Maybe a nice Q’n’A for the hell of it. Dionysus was all set to even call-in other heroes to play some new board game that he saw going around on YouTube. Instead, Pandora had her chat chanting about some makeup hack that they all wanted to try.

Dionysus knows he should have said something.

Pandora is far too busy chatting with both hers and Dionysus’s chat to notice the redness on his face or the fact that he’s trying very hard not to wipe at the makeup on his face. Frankly, he should have just said something and none of this would be happening. Both chats seem to be having fun; pointing out more makeup tips, ideas, and even a few suggesting Pandora let Dionysus do their makeup. Which would be way nicer than this.

“Uh, Donnie?” Pandora finally looks away from chat. “You good?”

Dionysus opens his mouth but instead of saying anything, he takes off towards the bathroom which is just across from the hall from his office. He can hear Pandora’s heels clicking against the floor as she runs after him. However, he shut the door before they could follow him inside. Dionysus quickly turns the water on and tries to watch off what he can; for a moment, he looks up and watches as the makeup clings to face and the eyeliner runs down his face like tears. It only made the feeling worse.

A knock made Dionysus stop what he’s doing.

“Donnie, please tell me that you’re okay.” Pandora sounds really worried. For a villain, it’s strange, but for a friend, it’s not.

He pushed away from the sink and went to open the door. He knows what he looks like and could only watch as Pandora’s face fell and probably blamed herself for what’s going on with Dionysus.

Instead of saying anything, Pandora gently guides him back into the bathroom and makes him take a seat on the toilet seat. They grab a washcloth, wetting it, before gently wiping the makeup away. “If you didn’t want to, you could’ve said something.” Their voice is gentle and soft. Almost like she’s afraid that she would spook Dionysus somehow.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to but I…” how do you explain something that someone might not understand? A question that he's been struggling with for a long time. Dionysus takes a breath in before slowly letting it once Pandora steps back. “I…I can’t have anything on my face, it’s like…it feels itchy in a way.” He kept his eyes on the villain as she worked in the bathroom, cleaning up the mess that Dionysus had made in his haste of getting the makeup off. “I can wear it anywhere else but…”

“You could have said something,” Pandora said. “We’ve known one another for four years, I never wanted to do anything that could make you uncomfortable. Especially since you made sure I never felt like that.”

Dionysus shrugs while looking away when Pandora’s gaze becomes too intense. “Never came up, I guess. Why do you think everyone knows who I am?”

The villain startles the hero by kneeling down and taking his hands. “Then I promise from here on out that you’ll never feel like you have to hide any piece of yourself from me, only if you want to though.” Pandora looks determined, face set and blazing with a new passion that Dionysus haven’t seen since they first became friends.

He laughs and slides off the seat so he can hug his friend properly. A true sight to behold as a villain and hero sits on the bathroom floor. Maybe in a different life, if the story was just a bit different, this moment would be of something else or maybe they would have never had met. Who knows, really? Dionysus doesn’t care. His grip tightened at that thought and buried his face into Pandora’s neck.

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The Media (family of troublemakers)

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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MR. REIGNS

Prompt: Requested by nonny

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, degradation (name calling), flirting, daddy kink, sir kink, age gap

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @wickedsunfire , @akiko-tanaka , @aerynscrichton , @sassymox , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @reigns-5sos , @lustyromantic , @auawdo , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @nicolewoo , @writtingrose , @bayley-no-friends

Notes: Disclaimer - For respect purposes, I’ll be using a fictional name for Roman’s daughter on this fic. If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist

It’s finally Senior Year - and what a fucking relief that is! No more stressful and endless studying hours, no more busting our asses off for mediocre grades, no more shitty frat parties “and last - but certainly not least- no more breaking up with asshole boyfriends at said crappy parties!

I don’t like younger guys. They’re inexperienced, get flustered easily, and don’t care whatsoever about reciprocating pleasure towards their girlfriends or hookups! I like older men...there's something about them that’s just perfect. “When I first met Amber Reigns, I never imagined that I would be blessed with such an amazing best friend. That’s why I knew it was wrong to have the hots for her father, but c’mon! Have you seen the man? He’s delicious! And I’m made of flesh and blood, therefore I have my weaknesses too. And Mr. Reigns is one of my biggest weaknesses.

“Y/N” Amber peeked her head inside my dorm room “Are you ready? My dad’s waiting for us in the parking lot”

“Yeah, I got everything I need” I said while putting on my backpack

“Do you mind going to the car? I’ll be right behind you, I just need to leave some books at the library, because if I don’t they’ll fine me like twenty dollars” She rolled her eyes in annoyance

I giggled “Sure. But don’t take too long flirting with the library boy” I responded in a teasing tone

She stuck her tongue out and left.

I made my way towards the parking lot and saw him standing there, leaning sexily against his pickup truck. He was wearing an extremely tight black tank top, which did nothing but accentuate his rippling muscles and tanned skin that were on full display. The intricate patterns of his tattoo could be seen from afar, the way the black lines molded to his skin like a shield never failed to turn me on, and a pair of black joggers caressed his strong thighs beautifully. His long, black, silky hair was tied up in a tight knot at the back of his head....the man was a fucking sight for sore eyes!

“Hello, Y/N” He greeted with a smile

“Mr. Reigns” I said shyly

He grabbed my backpack and placed it in the trunk of his car “How are you?”

“I’m good, sir. How are you?”

“Better now” He winked and smirked. And I almost came in my pants

“Where’s Amber?”

“She went to the library to return some books, sir”

“Don’t I get a hug?” He smiled

I awkwardly hugged him as I felt the smell of his cologne filling up my lungs and this weird feeling of wholesomeness took over me

“Let’s get inside the car, it’s too hot out here” He laughed

Amber had invited me to spend this holiday weekend with her family, and since I wasn’t feeling much in the mood to go home, I said yes. The only thing I didn’t know was that she planned on going to Mr. Reigns’ house instead of her mom’s house. Before I could fantasize in my daydreams for too long, Amber had returned from the library and hopped into the vehicle.

“Who will be spending the weekend with us?” Amber asked as she fastened her seatbelt

“Your uncles will be coming tomorrow afternoon with your cousins. Your brother decided to go to his girlfriend’s parents, and your sister is coming over on Sunday” Mr. Reigns replied as he turned onto the highway leading to his home.

During the two hour long ride, Mr. Reigns and Amber spent most of the trip conversing animatedly, occasionally asking me a question or two to keep me from feeling too left out, but I let them mostly catch up amongst themselves.

When we got to his place it was the end of the afternoon, and Mr. Reigns went to the kitchen to cook us dinner. I took the opportunity to shower and change into some clean clothes, nothing fancy though, just a pair of yoga pants and a gray tank top. While Amber was taking one of her famously long baths, I got bored and decided to go downstairs to see what Mr. Reigns was cooking.

“Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He smirked

“Amber is taking a bath” I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance

“Oh great” He grunted, but a smile danced on his lips “That will be quick” He joked, and I laughed in response

“So when is your girlfriend coming?” I asked nonchalantly and leaned against the kitchen island as he chopped some carrots

“Girlfriend?” He chuckled “I know nothing about that”

“How is that possible?” I asked in disbelief

“I don’t need someone in my life in order to be happy, Y/N”

“I’m not saying you do, Mr. Reigns. I’m just saying I find it hard to believe that a man like you doesn’t have a girlfriend”

“And why aren’t YOU spending the holidays with your boyfriend?” He teased

“Boyfriend? I know nothing about that” I mocked

He cackled “And why not? Maybe a boy in college wants to be your boyfriend?”

“I don’t like young guys” I shrugged

“Oh really?” He scooted closer “What do you like then?”

“I like older men”

“How old?” He flirted

The vixen part of my brain woke up once I saw the fire in his eyes “Around your age”

“My age?”

I nodded

“And what does a twenty two year old little girl like you know about men my age?” He licked his lips

“Oh Mr. Reigns...I know a lot” I smirked

………………………………………………………………………………………..

We went to sleep late that night, so the next morning I didn’t even hear Amber calling for me so we could go to the grocery store. When I slowly opened the door of the guest bedroom, I heard Mr. Reigns saying:

“I’ll stay here with her and you go to the store, because God forbid if I forget to buy whatever is your addiction at the moment” He chuckled

“Dad, stop!” She giggled “You’re making me sound like a terrible person, AND it’s Twinkies, ok?”

“Again? I thought it was chocolate with nuts”

“Nope, it’s Twinkies now, and just for that, I’ll buy an extra box just to piss you off” She laughed deviously and left out the door.

When her car left towards the highway, I saw Mr. Reigns going up the stairs and coming towards my guest bedroom. I quickly went to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth.

Mr. Reigns slowly opened the door of my room as I was leaving the bathroom.

“So you’re awake?”

“I woke up when Amber was leaving”

“Why didn’t you go to the store with her?”

“Wasn’t feeling like it. Why are you in my room, Mr. Reigns?”

“I came to check on you”

“Why? Do I need someone watching over my sleep?” I laughed

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok, Y/N”

With a smirk on my lips, I said “So you had no other intentions AT ALL?”

“Would you like me to have other intentions?” He chuckled

“Who wouldn’t?”

“You know this is wrong, right?”

“If I heard it correctly, Mr. Reigns, you were the one who wanted to stay behind, and you are the one who came up here” I shrugged

“Touché” He pushed me down on the bed, and covered my body with his

“If it’s so wrong, why are you doing it, sir?”

“Because” He licked his lips “Everything that is forbidden tastes sweeter, don’t you think?”

I giggled while my hands dipped inside his white t-shirt “That’s your shitty excuse?” And chuckled “C’mon, I know you can do better than that”

He cackled “Maybe...or maybe it’s the truth” His hands pulled my satin shorts down “I’ve thought about this ever since I first saw you”

“So why did it take you so long to do something about it?”

“I wanted to make sure you felt the same” His lips brushed against mine

“We better hurry up before someone gets here”

“It takes two and a half hours to get to the store and back, baby. We’ve got plenty of time” He smirked and kissed my lips deeply.

His full lips tasted like caramel coffee, something he drank every morning without a fail. I undid his perfect bun and let his black, silky hair fall upon his shoulders as we kissed. Moaning into the kiss, I pulled his hair while I wiggled my hips, which made him groan.

“So eager” He slapped my ass “I like that. Makes me wanna fuck you even harder”

He took my wrists and locked them on top of my head while rubbing his bulge against my core.

“Please, daddy” I moaned “Please fuck my pussy”

He growled at my pleading and pulled his joggers down quickly. Roman teased my clit with his tip, sliding it up and down my folds, applying more pressure every time he hit my little nub.

“No more teasing, Mr. Reigns... Please...”

Roman smirked and slid in me with one soft thrust.

“Fuck” We moaned together

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he filled my core like nothing else. His size was beyond perfect to me and I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure any longer.

“That’s my good little slut, moan for the one who owns this pussy” He pulled all the way out, until just the tip was in, and then he went in again with a rough thrust

“Oh yes, Mr. Reigns. Keep going please” I moaned loudly

He gripped me by the neck and chuckled “Such a needy whore! I love seeing what I can do to you. The power I have over you...How you lose yourself while I fuck you” He slapped my ass vigorously “You’ve been waiting a long time to have me in you, haven’t you, my sweet whore?”

“Yes, sir” I panted

“Then tell me! Who’s my filthy little slut?”

“Me, daddy”

He snarled before fucking me faster “Say it!”

“I’m your filthy little slut, sir” Tears started to gather in my eyes, as I could feel overstimulation being so close

“Then cum for me, like a filthy, little, slut” He whispered in my ear, while pinching my clit.

It didn’t take him long to reach his high, and Roman quickly pulled out and spilled his seed on my mound.

He leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet kiss

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up” Roman looked up at the clock and continued “And if we’re quick enough in the shower, we can have another round before someone gets here”

He picked me up in his arms, bridal style and whispered

“I still need to taste this pussy or else I’m gonna become a mad man” He smirked when I gasped

And ran towards the bathroom.

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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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A Dedicated Pig-Technoblade

#3 and 47 from this prompt list! Check out my masterlist here! This is in the DreamSMP Au. I

This is a Technoblade x GN reader!

So in this AU I am making it so that your cannon lives are shown on your left wrist. And if someone types something in chat or if someone joins the server, it appears as text on your right arm until you dismiss it! If you are confused feel free to ask me any questions!

Part Two! Part Three! Part Four!

Y/N finally meets the one that everyone has been walking on eggshells over.

Y/N’s POV

I will never forget the gasps, murmurs, and then tense silence that followed the notification that everyone received on their right arm. Technoblade had joined the SMP. I didn’t understand why it was such a big deal though. Of course I had heard the stories. The horrors that he had done. The fights he picked and won. The amount of blood that had been shed at his hands had earned him the title of “The Blood God”. But when push comes to shove, he’s just another mortal man.

Everyone was a little freaked out and on edge because of the new addition to the server. I mean, Schlatt had just banished Techno’s family, his two brothers, from the nation that they created and fought for. Everyone knew that family was everything to Techno and if there was one thing Techno would do anything for it was his family. He would literally go to hell and back if it meant that his brothers and his father were safe.

Finally after a few minutes of everyone holding their breath, I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and went on with my work, cleaning up the election decorations. All eyes turned to me “Y/N” Niki hissed, “Do you not understand what just happened? He could be anywhere” I let out a joyless laugh as I looked at my best friend, “You really think he’s going to come here right away? With nothing on him? With his brothers on the run? You think he’s going to worry about coming here, where it would be a 1 vs…” My eyes scanned the crowd doing a quick mental count, “15 plus? Come on Niki, think with that big brain of yours.” I claimed, a little annoyed, as I took down a banner.

Niki let out a shaky sigh but nodded and continued helping me. “You’re right,” I chuckled at her response and bumped her shoulder, “You know I always am”. Soon, everyone went back to their own tasks, forgetting the news we all had just received. ‘See Mr. Pig Man Blood God’ I silently thought to myself, ‘You’re not as scary as you may think’.

*Time skip*

A week and a half had gone by since Technoblade had joined the server and no one had seen him. Like I had predicted, he immediately had searched and met up with his brothers and had stayed clear of the main part of the server. That being said, I should have known that he would rear his pink head at some point…

When I first joined the server, I had made myself a small farm for food. Well of course everyone found out about it and wanted a part of it. So my small farm grew and grew. When Niki built her bakery, she needed a steady supply of well… supplies. Sugar, wheat, eggs, milk, and all that. I had plenty and I was more than happy to give her what she needed in exchange for baked goods. So once a week I would haul boxes of supplies across the SMP from my farm to her bakery.

Everyone was aware of this and so on these days everyone would stay out of my way. Which is why I was so surprised to slam into someone while carrying a box of eggs to the bakery.

I let out a huge gasp as the sound of eggs cracking filled my ears as I slammed into someone. The box fell out of my hands as raw egg covered my hands and body. “What the hell!” I cried out, looking up to yell at whoever had just crashed into me. I was momentarily stunned. There in the flesh, right in front of me, stood the Blood God himself, Technoblade. My surprise didn’t last long as I remembered why I was angry in the first place.

“What the hell are you doing here? It’s bakery day, sure you didn’t know that, but you should have taken the hint not to be here when you didn’t see anyone walking this part of the Prime path!” I shouted at the pink haired man. Techno’s brown eyes widened as I verbally attacked him. “And now I’m covered in raw egg! This is not pleasant! It’s gross and sticky and cold and I do not enjoy it! You are sooooo lucky I have a change of clothes at the farm and that my chickens laid a lot of extra eggs this week or else you would have had to explain to dear sweet Niki why she wouldn’t be able to open her cute bakery this week.” I hissed out.

“I’m sorry,” Techno began with a raised eyebrow, “Do you not know who you’re talking to?” He questioned with a deep voice. I let out a loud scoff at the audacity of his question, “Of course I know who you are, Mr. Blood God,” I mocked. “So. You do know who I am and what I am capable of.” I scoffed at his smug words. “I said I did, didn’t I? And frankly I couldn’t care less about you and your reputation. You’re just a guy. A guy that has ruined my day because I now have egg all over me!” I complained, wiping my hands on my pants.

I reached down and began picking up the box and the eggs and egg shells that had fallen on the ground.“You know, I could kill you with no hesitation?” Techno claimed as he crouched down, moving his face close to mine. “I’ve done it before to many others. They blink and my sword has entered their chest. I’ve probably slaughtered more people than you’ve ever met in your life,” Techno mused, a smug smirk tugging on his lips.

I looked up from my box with a blank expression on my face, “Am I supposed to be scared of you? Is that supposed to scare me? Make me shake in my boots?” I questioned, my eyebrow raised. Techno’s smirk slowly slipped off his face. He quickly stood up and stared at me in shock, “Didn’t you hear me? I could kill you!” He explained. I rolled my eyes and also stood up. “So could another human. Literally anyone else. So could a fall from a huge height. So could a dedicated chicken. You’re not special.” I stated, turning on my heel and began walking back toward my farm.

“So you’re really not scared of me?” I heard Techno question as he began to jog to catch up to me. “Haven’t I made that clear? You may have scary stories and legends surrounding you, but when it comes right down to it, you’re a man. Well, part pig, part man, but a man and mortal all the same.” Techno let out a scoff, “Technoblade never dies,” he claimed. “But you could. You have three cannon lives just like the rest of us.” I concluded.

Techno silently followed me as I moved through the barn, replacing the eggs that had cracked when we collided. After I filled the box once more, I set it down before stepping into the bathroom I had built. “I’ll be right out. Don’t touch anything.” I commanded. Techno gave me a mock salute before looking around the barn once more. I closed the door and quickly cleaned up. I took off my egg covered clothes, washed my hands and body before putting on the clean clothes I kept here.

I found Techno where I left him. “You ready to go?” I questioned softly. His eyes trailed from my horses back to me as he gently nodded. I made my way back to the boxes before picking the egg box back up. “Is this going to?” Techno asked. I looked over and found him pointing at the last box needing to go to the bakery. “Yeah, but you don’t have to-” I was cut off by Techno picking up the box. “Let’s go” He said walking out the door. I let out a laugh before following him, being sure to close the door behind me.

The two of us made small talk about anything and everything on our way to the bakery. Techno told me all about Wilbur and Tommy’s constant squabbles and I told him all about everyone’s wariness ever since he joined the server. Techno helped me put everything away, which caused me to be done a lot sooner than I usually get done. The two of us left the bakery and made our way back outside. We began strolling the prime path and subconsciously came to a stop where the two of us met.

Our conversation died down and the two of us stood there for a moment, just staring at each other. I finally cleared my throat, “Thank you for helping me today. I really appreciate it.” I thanked, running a hand through my hair. Techno mirrored my actions with a shy smile on his face, “No problem. It’s the least I could do.” There was a slight pause before he spoke again, “Hey. Listen. I’m sorry for threatening you earlier. It’s just… Everyone I’ve ever met has been terrified of me and when you weren't… It really threw me for a loop. So… thanks. Thank you for giving me a chance.” I let out a giggle at his vulnerability, “It’s no problem…. Maybe when this is all over and you and your brothers are welcome back into L’Manberg, we could hang out more.” I offered. Techno gave me a soft smile and a gentle nod, “Yeah. I’d like that. A lot.”

“Techno!” A voice whisper shouted. The two of us jumped at the sudden interruption and turned to look at who had called the pink haired man’s name. It was Wilbur. “There you are! Where have you been?!” He questioned, marching up to the two of us. Techno made a gesture to me. Wilbur’s eyes shifted to me. I gave him a smile and a wave. “Hey Wilbur. It’s great to see you” Wilbur’s eyes softened as he gave me a smile, “Hey Y/N. It’s so good to see you too. We’ve got to go. Techno was supposed to be on a spy mission, but I see he got distracted…” I laughed at his words and nodded. “Something like that,” Techno claimed, rubbing the back of his head a blush.

“Well it was great to see you Wilbur. Tell Tommy I miss him and that I say to stop trying to decorate with things that aren’t his, yeah?” Wilbur gave me another soft smile and nod, “Will do Y/N. Tell Niki I miss her?” I returned his smile and nod. I then turned to Technoblade and gave him a smile as well, “It was lovely to meet you. I really hope this is over soon so I can show you my weapons collection.” Techno’s eyes lit up and he nodded. “It was amazing to meet you too Y/N. And I would love that. So much.” I giggled at his response and nodded. “I knew you would. Bye guys.” I gave them both one last smile before turning and headed back to my farm.

As I was leaving I overheard the next part of Techno and Wilbur’s conversation. “So… Y/N huh?” “Shut up.” “Who knows, when this thing is all over maybe you’ll get together and have pink haired, Y/E/C babies… Oh I would be the best uncle and-” “I’ll give you a five second headstart.” “Oh come on Techno-” “Five” “Please” “Four” “Tech-” “Three” “You know it’s-” “Two” “Oh come on” “One” “OH GOD! RUNNING!”

I let myself look over my shoulder at the two. Sure enough Wilbur was sprinting down the prime path as fast as he could, but Techno was right behind him. “Get over here!” Techno shouted after Wilbur. “NO!” I let myself giggle at the two’s antics. My eyes focused on the two for as long as I could, but soon enough the two were out of my view and my ear shot. Oh I can’t wait until this is all over.

There you go! I hope you enjoyed! And I hope I did the anon that requested this justice! If you did enjoy, be sure to leave a like! And maybe even a reblog or reply telling me what you liked about it! Until next time!

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 5

Batfamily x Batsis Story!

Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Explicit Language, ALL THE ANGST. AND MORE TO COME! Tags!: @itsnottilly @cloudyskylines @starflyer-104 @iwillstaywiththemforever @justine-en @weirdgirlfromtx @notsostraightweeb @candlestudy @edlothia-baby @soul-end @willieoo @willowoo @peterxwade24 @the-atlantic-french-fry @bad-bouquet-of-emotions @vvipgot7be @pure-princess-97 @atomicsoulhumanspy

Author's Note: I have nothing to say for any of the emotions y'all are about to get from this. Enjoy!-Thorne

She wasn’t sure what she expected when she sat down, but the stretching silence growing between her and her estranged family wasn’t it. She tried to look anywhere but them, not because she was ashamed—far from it. But it was more than awkward sitting across from three brothers and a father she’d not spoken to in three years, let alone tell them she was even alive.

Her eyes found Wally’s as he sat down beside her eldest brother and if looks could’ve killed, he’d been dead and buried.

“Glare at me all you want, but I’m not going to apologize,” he shrugged.

Scowling, she turned her attention to the skyline. “Fuck you,” she spat, crossing her arms.

“At least talk to them, (Y/N).”

“And why should I, Wally?” she questioned, glaring at him. “I don’t have anything to say. If I did, I wouldn’t be here in Central.”

“You’re not leaving until you talk to them,” he finalized with a firm look and she growled low in her throat and resigned herself to her fate.

Her eyes darted to her father’s and she couldn’t for the life of her decipher what was in them. “I’ll talk for an hour,” she told him. “I’m not talking about what I’ve been doing in Central City, so don’t ask. I’m not talking about the life I’ve been living, so don’t ask. You’re only allowed to ask me about my departure and that’s it. But after one hour is up, I’m leaving.”

“Who said you get to leave,” Wally questioned, and she shot him the darkest glower she could muster.

“So help me God, Wally West you’ll either take me home or you’ll fix that fucking elevator and I’ll walk myself home. Because if you don’t, I’ll tell the world who every vigilante is at this table.”

For once she managed to stump him because his eyes went wide—so did her family’s but she didn’t care—and he finally nodded.

“Alright. One hour.”

Seemingly satisfied with his answer, she turned back to her family, more specifically her father. “Why are you here? What do you want from me?”

“Maybe for you to come home, (Y/N),” Jason answered, and she glanced to him.

“Not a chance. Next?”

“(Y/N), you don’t have to be hostile. We’re not going to force you here,” Dick said, and she looked at him now, eyes narrowing.

“The manipulation tactic isn’t going to work on me, Dick. I’m not here for to be tricked into coming back. I’m never coming back.” She cocked her leg over the side of the table and reclined, biting out, “Give me your anger. I’d prefer that instead of whatever this pitiful bullshit you’ve got going on.”

In the eighteen years they’d known their sister they’d never heard her say such a callous thing, but her words had practically slapped Dick across the face because hurt etched onto his expression, then immediately turned into anger.

“You want my anger? Fine.” He stood and pointed at her. “What the hell is wrong with you! Why would just up and disappear like you did! Do you have any idea how scared we were for you! How distraught!”

(Y/N) blinked at him. “Knowing how you like to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders because you can’t help but be a hero? Probably a lot.” She made a dramatic show of looking at her watch. “You’ve got forty minutes. Keep it up.”

Her eyes shifted to Bruce’s. “Did you let them read the letter? Or did you just throw it away after you read it?”

Dick, Jason, and Tim all turned to Bruce at that.

“Letter?” Tim repeated. “What letter?”

(Y/N)’s mouth made an ‘o’ shape and then she smiled knowingly. “Oh, you never showed them the letter, did you?” She looked to her brothers. “I wrote dad a letter the night I left to explain why I was leaving. It’s sugarcoated bullshit but it is the truth.”

Dick’s face contorted in anger. “(Y/N) left a reason behind and you didn’t tell us about it? Three years and not a single word?”

Bruce merely stared at her as he pulled the letter out of his coat pocket. “I was going to burn it when I found her again. Talk to her before anyone else could.”

Jason snatched the letter from his hands. It had faded a bit, softened around the hard edges, like someone had opened it and read it every day for three years.

His eyes scanned the paper, and he met her gaze, voice chock-full of hurt and she had to fight tooth and nail to keep herself from externally reacting. “You left because you thought we didn’t care about you?”

Dick reached over and took the letter. With furrowed brows and a frown, he started to read aloud, and Bruce gazed at (Y/N) as the memory came back to him.

***

Mornings at the manor were unusually quiet in comparison with the evenings. Everyone was typically too tired to argue so it accounted for a peaceful breakfast of soft words and chewing. Everyone had an assigned seat and every child had learned early on not to take the seat that belonged to another brother or their sister because there would be a fight about it.

Dick and Jason sat next to each other and (Y/N) took the seat at the end of that side; Tim and Damian took the other side—oldest to youngest, just the neat and even way Bruce liked it.

It was rare for any of the boys to be awake before him or Alfred and (Y/N) was usually the first kid to the table, the boys wandering in just minutes after her. Oddly enough, that morning she hadn’t come down for breakfast—which she always came to.

Bruce looked at Alfred. “Is (Y/N) coming down?”

Alfred hummed and gently maneuvered Tim’s arm to the side to he could set down the plate. “When I went to her door, it was locked, and I received no conversation from inside.”

Jason snorted and sipped his coffee. “Probably had a long night with her friends and is still out. I know I would be.”

“How would you know?” Tim interrupted. “You died before you got to the eleventh grade.”

“You’re one to talk, dropout,” Dick countered, and Damian sighed.

“Richard, you dropped out of college. The only son of Batman who has actually completed an entire bout of schooling is me.”

The three boys turned on him with scowls and retorted, “No one asked you, pipsqueak.” Damian glared back at them.

Bruce rolled his eyes, using the side of his fork to cut into his omelet. “Let’s try not to start a free-for-all here in the breakfast room, please.” He glanced at Alfred. “She’s probably tired from all the ceremonies. Let her sleep.”

Alfred nodded. “Of course, Master Bruce. She should be well rested this evening.”

But when the evening came, Alfred still hadn’t been able to get (Y/N) to unlock her bedroom nor speak to him. He certainly wasn’t worried, but it was off for her to be so reclusive. When Bruce and the boys came back from patrol, he mentioned it to him.

“Miss (Y/N) hasn’t come out from her bedroom, Master Bruce. Nor has she said a single word all day.”

Bruce’s brows furrowed and he tugged the cowl off, rising from the seat at the Batcomputer. “I’ll go check on her,” he replied. “You deal with…” his steel eyes drifted to Dick who had Tim in a headlock and Jason who was giving Damian a noogie. “Them,” he finalized, leaving the poor butler behind.

He knocked on the door to her room and pressed his ear to it. “(Y/N)? You haven’t come out all day. Is everything alright?”

Nothing. Not even a breath.

“(Y/N), are you in there?” he asked again and when he didn’t receive a confirmation, he raised his arm, running his fingers along the doorframe until he touched a small metal piece. He pulled it down and stuck it in the door, wiggling the knob for a second before it clicked, and he opened the door.

“Sweetheart, we’ve been trying to—” Bruce went silent when he saw the kempt room. Bed neatly made, everything organized and put away. Even her clothes hamper was empty.

He blinked and walked into the room, quickly heading to the bathroom to check for her there. It was empty as well, and just as clean, leaving him stunned as he exited the bath.

Wandering over to her desk, he saw an elegant envelope sitting on top of her laptop, his name written in beautiful penmanship. He picked it up and unfolded it, pulling out the multi-page letter. He drew his eyes along the golden lines, reading her words.

Dad,

I don’t really know how to start this letter. Truth be told I’ve written at least six before this one, and even then, I’m not entirely happy with it. But if you’re reading this, I’m not here anymore. I haven’t hurt myself in anyway, you don’t need to worry about Vicki Vale or Jack Ryder reporting the discovery of my body. I mean it in a literal sense—I’m not in Gotham anymore. Neither am I ever coming back.

Don’t think this is your fault. You’re a good father, the best I could’ve been given, and my brothers are good siblings. But the truth is that I’m not fit for this family of heroes. And I never have been. My best when trying to be what all of you are, was never good enough and I’ve spent eighteen years staring at your backs, waiting for you all to realize that I’m still here, that I still matter even if I’m not like you. And I don’t want to feel like a stranger in my own home any longer.

I don’t want you to look for me. I know you will, but I wish you wouldn’t. This isn’t some spur of the moment thing I decided to do the night after graduation. If you look at my bank records, I’ve been withdrawing cash from my savings since freshman year—this is four years of planning, so please understand that I’m doing this because I don’t want to be found—ever.

I’ll leave the story for the media up for you, though I doubt that they’ll care long enough to make a deal of it. It’ll pass like winter does spring and they’ll move on to the next bigger story.

Thank you for everything dad, and good luck with Gotham—keep it safe like you always have. And I hope that one day when you think of me, you won’t feel disappointment. I’ve only ever tried to be something that when you looked down on me, you’d only be proud, and I hope one day I’ll achieve what I always dreamed about. Eighteen is young to be on your own and I’m scared. But I’ll be okay—I always have been.

So do me a favor and don’t spend too much time over this. There are plenty more younger kids that need a parent’s hand on their backs to steady them like you once did for me. Find one and fill my spot. Let them shine brighter than I ever could. Let them be the one worthy to be a Wayne—I know I never was.

-(Y/N)

Bruce barely had time to grasp the back of her chair to keep himself from falling to his knees in shock. The letter was clenched in his hand and his lungs wouldn’t take in air like he wanted them to, his heart aching with each palpitation. He looked around the room to her dresser drawers, willing the strength into his legs to moved over to it. He opened every drawer and to his astonishment, they were empty. Hurrying to the bathroom, he noticed the drawers in there were empty as well. She was really gone. And he had no idea what to do.

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Tears were in Dick’s eyes when he finished the letter and he looked up at her. “How could you ever think we didn’t care about you, (Y/N)?”

She didn’t want to have this conversation. She didn’t want to sit there and explain every time she asked her brothers if they wanted to do something with her and they conveniently had something else to do. Didn’t want to explain every school and extracurricular performance that went unattended and left a little girl standing in front of a crowd barely managing to stave off the tears as she bowed and thanked them for coming. She didn’t want to remember all the memories that chipped away at her heart with every disappointment that occurred. All she wanted to do was leave.

(Y/N) had earlier returned to her original position, hands in her lap and she clenched her fists until her nails bit into the skin of her palms, eyes directed anywhere but Dick’s.

“I think it’s time we call this little reunion done,” she said, standing to her feet. “We’re not going to get anywhere.”

“Not if you run again,” Jason muttered, unconsciously wiping a tear from his eye.

She pointed at him, hissing, “I didn’t run the first time, Jason. I left. On my own accord.”

“You ran instead of coming to us, (Y/N),” Tim said, and she threw her hands above her head in disbelief.

“What the fuck did you want me to do! Wander down into the cave and beg at your feet for someone to pay attention to me! To at least pretend like I was a sister! I did! Every day!”

(Y/N) picked up her purse and yanked it up her arm. “Cassandra seems to be fitting in better than I did. So go and dote on her as the younger sibling. I’m not interested in the position anymore.”

“It’s not a competition,” Dick explained. “We love you just as much as we love Cass.”

She paused and gazed at him, voice laced with disappointment as she disagreed, “Then you should make sure she’s content in the manor, because if you love her with any semblance of how you loved me? It’s not at all.”

Her eyes shifted to Wally’s. “Fix the elevator. Now.”

He stayed seated for a moment, the two of them staring each other down, then he nodded wordlessly and moved to the elevator, starting it again. Her family stayed seated, and she gave them one final look before she followed Wally, silently waiting for the doors to open.

When they did, she stepped inside and turned around, hitting the button. Just before the doors closed, Wally stopped them and murmured, “You’re making a mistake.”

“My worst mistake was becoming friends with you.” (Y/N) blinked at him, then reached up and shoved his hand away from the door and as it closed, she remarked coldly, “And you can go to hell for all I care.”

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Under My Umbrella

Pairing: Raleigh Becket x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, random silly song references, Raleigh being a big dorky softie but also (shockingly!?) down to fuck immediately Word Count: ~1.6k Emoji Prompt: 😚☂️💦 (key words are in bold)

The breach is closed. The war is over and he saved the world and everybody knows.

And that’s the problem. Raleigh Becket doesn’t like the way the spotlight overcomes him. Light he never chose, so blinding as it glows. The way the masses flock like moths drawn to the halo set above him and blindly believe they love him. That’s not love—they know of what he did to save the day when push came to a cataclysmic shove, but truly they know nothing of him.

It’s a shame to live in fame. Beneath the shadow of his own overblown name. He doesn’t have the massive ego, to embrace the role of hero, to indulge when strangers scream after him everywhere he goes. He worries that his life won’t ever be the same.

That was what drove him to this small town tucked away and hid, a little off the grid—and he’s felt better ever since he came. He’ll never be completely unknown, but at least the crowds are tame, and leave him well enough alone. He’s so alone lately it’s almost lame.

He likes it that way though. Likes his routine of waking up and waiting at the bus stop, working at his humble job. The pay is low. Even more so when business is slow. And Raleigh savors the simplicity, the contrast to the constant flash of cameras when he was recently living in the city. Even the weather helps his cause by often shrouding this small town in rain and snow.

He’s the new golden boy in town you haven’t met. You’ve heard the rumors of a cutie who just moved here but you haven’t crossed paths yet. When you hurry to the bus stop this fine morning, find yourself caught in a downpour without warning… that’s when you finally set eyes on Raleigh Becket. Suddenly the rain is not the only thing getting you wet.

You would have made sure to bump into him much sooner had you known that this is what your ass was missing. Even when his mane is damp-darkened by the rain you can still tell he’s got a bright blonde head of hair. Big eyes as blue as the Pacific and deliciously pink lips just made for kissing. You could swear, you’ve seen his face somewhere… but even if you hadn’t you would still shamelessly stare.

You’d missed the forecast so arrived at the bus stop without an umbrella in hand. The golden god has one but you do not want him to think you’re staring at him as a hint that he should share it with you; that’d be a bitchy thing to do, to make such a passive-aggressive demand.

From Raleigh’s end—once he’s calmed himself down after reacting to the most beautiful girl who’s ever come around the bend—he clears his throat and clumsily invites you now to join him where he stands.

“Y-you can stand under my umbrella.”

He just says it with no introductory words. You find it cute as fuck that he’s so awkward. It’s a good thing too, given the awkward vibes uncontrollably coming off of you. “–ella, ella…”

You had just murmured it quietly… then bitterly regret that shit immediately. Cursing yourself silently for your idiocy. Maybe the poor guy doesn’t even know this reference to a song from the 2000s or whenever it was.

But apparently he does. The next thing that he bashfully goes on to say: “… ey, ey, ey.”

Suddenly all your insecurities about your stupid sense of humor fade away. All you can think about is standing under his umbrella and hopefully sitting on his cock later today.

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This bastard smells so fucking good it isn’t fair.

Can probably hear you breathing him so deep but you don’t even care. Standing beside this total stranger you have never felt such comfort anywhere. That subtle clean scent of simple unscented soap… mixed with the warmth of honeycomb and home and hope… cinnamon sugar muffins, sweet and soft and fresh out of the oven. Smells so wholesome you can’t cope.

You want to say something but don’t even know what. After a few seconds of silence steal another glimpse up at his gorgeous face and have to stop yourself from moaning like a slut.

… That’s when it hits you who he is. You were too caught up in his beauty that you hadn’t even realized who this hero truly is.

And Raleigh senses it the moment that you recognize—picks up on that familiar jolt of such starstruck surprise, that makes him feel like he’s an object for a sea of prying eyes. Less of a person, more a prize. It kind of hurts him, as he wishes he could meet a pretty girl and flirt a little bit, without his reputation far preceding him and getting in the middle of it. Wishes he could carry on like all the ‘normal’ guys.

Then he remembers he’s an awfully shitty flirt. That helps a little with the self-pitying hurt.

You gather up your fallen jaw to ask him the obligatory question as it’s naturally the only thing to do. “Are you…”

But then you pause—notice the shadow fall across his gaze of blue—you hate to think you were the cause. You can’t begin to process all his thoughts and what he’s been through, but you understand on some level that just because the whole wide world regards him with applause, that doesn’t mean you have to stand here and remind him that it’s true.

And so instead you just finish the sentence with something painfully dumb. The words just come, because all two of your brain cells are doing their usual stupid dance. “… are you into piña coladas by any chance?”

The sadness in his gaze fades a bit as he casts you a curious glance.

You backtrack to explain your silly words. You’ve referred to a super old song yet again, even older this time and he might not get it so you have to explain. You feel so fucking awkward. “I–I just thought that maybe since we’ve already gotten caught in the rain… we could work backwards…”

Before you can carry on with your explanation, Raleigh’s blushing face lights up in realization. His adorable pink cheeks flush red. “Oh my God I’m so sorry that went right over my head!”

He’s so fucking precious you can’t even stand it. Too cute to be true. You laugh off what you’d said and just shoot the shit, for a few minutes—or more than a few—till the two of you realize the bus isn’t coming and that you are stranded.

“Well, I guess I’ll just call in sick today.” He shrugs but shocks himself a little bit ‘cause that was not at all a Raleigh thing to say. He’d never lie about his reason for an absence from the job. Yet he might have to, if he hopes to carry on chatting with you, all day here under his umbrella at this lonely little bus stop.

“Me too,” you coo, smiling up at this wholesome heartthrob, then nervously shuffling your feet and looking out into the steady sheets of rainfall that surround you. Wondering whether or not he took the hint that you were asking him out on a date with that piña colada thing. You hope he didn’t; if he had gotten the hint, he isn’t answering.

As soon as the thought enters your mind, he picks up on your anxious energy and hits rewind. “Back to your piña colada question—I’ve, uh… actually never had one.”

Your heart perks up in happiness based on the promise in his tone. The promise that the two of you won’t have to spend this rainy day alone. The next words out of your mouth are a little flirtier than they should be maybe, but he’s such an innocent baby, that you just can’t help but have a little fun. “I’d bet there are a lot of things you’ve never done…”

Blue eyes go wide as if your insult was obscene. But Raleigh can’t stay mad at such a pretty girl. “What’s that supposed to mean?! I’ll have you know I saved the fucking world!”

And just like that he’s fucking told you—even though his tone is playful it’s still true—and though you obviously knew, he finds he’s no longer compelled to hide that part of him from view. The way he always used to do. As if he knows that you want all of him and not only the surface-level shit, as if you see into him more than just a little bit, whereas the rest of the world sees right fucking through.

He knows that you only just met, so maybe it’s too early to be feeling shit like this but he’ll take any glimpse of hope that he can get.

You take his hand and feel his pulse in sync with yours as your hearts race. Pure fucking joy. “C’mon golden boy, I know just the place.”

The place for his first frozen pineapple coconut drink. The place for his first indulgence in a new fucking kink: screwing someone he only just met in the bathroom of this little diner and whispering filth in your ear as he rails you so hard that the force of it might break the sink.

Through all the purity of Raleigh there is definitely something fucking dirty and you caught it from the first blink. Now you’ve gone and stirred it up in him turns out he’s even dirtier than you would ever think.

You standing under his umbrella was the start; you lifting him out of the shadows over his head sparks a new light in his heart. And you awakening new sides of him is honestly the sweetest fucking part.

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fangirl-everythang · 3 years

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Smoke Break C. T. H.

Summary: At Calums' party he leaves for a smoke, y/n joining him later on. Some rando pukes on y/n leaving the two to get away. He maybe receives a gift.

Warnings: Swearing, Sex, Oral sex, smoking, mentions of alcohol.

Word Count: 3475

Calum's POV

Who the hell are these people? It's a party for me and I know no one here. Fucking great, Oh yeah mate, trust me it's gonna be HUGE. You'll love it. This is the last time I listen to Ashton. Do I look like I'm fucking having a great time?

We need to get him a girlfriend. They all tell me I need to settle but I'm known as the lone wolf it never works with the lifestyle we have. Well somehow Luke and Michael make it work but to me it's exhausting.

"Aye mate, having fun?" I turn to see dyed hair and I know it's Michael.

"It's fine." I huff as someone shouts happy birthday once more. I see Roy across the way with some chick and he shrugs at me. I would've just preferred to go see Mali but she's always busy now. I just look at Michael while taking a sip of the beer in my cup I've been on this one since this shit of a party started.

"It could be worse you know? You could-" He's interrupted by Crystal who leans up and whispers in his ear he nods and begins to grab her hand. "We're gonna head out she's not feeling well." He gives me a sympathetic smile. "Happy birthday." is all he says when they begin to leave the room. Welp, there goes another friend.

I haven't seen Ashton since the party started and Luke definitely is getting it in with Sierra right now. Literally, all over each other, it's truly disgusting if you asked me. Deciding to move away from this wall I head to the kitchen to throw this drink away, taste watered down because of the ice. Pushing through the moving bodies and the lights everywhere, I dump that shit in the sink. Ashton comes my way trailing a girl behind him, "There you are! Y/n showed up?" I see the hair of a girl just talking to someone who's just come behind her.

Y/n has been around us for a while. I don't know when but our friendship started after we met at a party. She was waiting for Arzylea to join her when we started talking. Next thing you know she was a part of our inner circle. Not gonna lie, She's my favorite person in the group. Everyone thought that when Arz and Luke broke up, she would leave too but she's still here. And she keeps that group chat very entertaining shall I say. We've hung out a few times, with her it's different though. I don't feel the need to be THE Calum Hood bass player for 5SOS, she knew of me but cared more for the person I was. She asked questions even though she knew the answers. I just felt relaxed with her. As more people entered the kitchen, I go to the back porch where I don't see anyone. There are too many people and I don't even want to think about how to clean this up. Pulling a cigarette from the pack I just let the smoke fill my lungs and slowly exhale while leaning against the siding of the house.

"You know that's an awfully bad habit you have Hood." The familiar voice speaks, forcing me to open my eyes.

I chuckle, "Why aren't you enjoying the party?" I ask her.

"Come on you know that's not my scene." I nod silently agreeing. She looks stunning, the way her dress hugs her body, she's so effortlessly flawless. Most girls have to go through a tribal ritual to look as amazing as her. "Stop that." she laughs.

I shake my head slightly to remember what I just did. "Sorry I-I didn't mean to um yeah fuck." I stumble for words she just nods. "It's okay.'' she looks down and fumbles with her hands. It's cute how she does that, almost like she doesn't know she's the most beautiful person in the room. A harsh gust of wind pushes past and she shivers. I look at her and open my arms with my jacket she rolls her eyes but gets closer. Holding the cigarette with my mouth to free my hands I just pull her closer until I feel the warmth of our bodies touch.

"Thanks" She mumbles against my chest. She looks up at me before pulling the cigarette between my lips, just as I'm about to protest she takes a puff. Watching her smoke is by far the hottest thing I've seen, and I've seen Luke naked.

"Oh look who's punkrock now?" I smirk at her as she brings the burning toxin to my lips. Her laugh. Sounds like fucking angels I can feel her chest moving through my shirt. "Can I be in the band now?" She raises an eyebrow.

Dropping the small bud I just laugh along with her. "hEYYY I'm serious" she wines.

"Sure you are." I smile at her.

"No offense Cal but your party blows." She looks at the lights jumping on the hardwood of the deck.

"It's more of Ashton's," I admit. One hell of a birthday. She wraps her arms around my waist and places her head on my chest. "Happy birthday Cal," she whispers.

"Thank you y/n." I can feel my pulse in my throat. Being with her makes me so comfortable but yet I feel like I'm on fire. She gets me like no one else could imagine. I place my chin on the top of her head and just hold her. I don't want this to end. "Did Ashton invite you?" curious to how she showed up. In the group chat she said she had plans this weekend. I was really disappointed because if it wasn't clear enough I like her a lot.

"Something like that." She reaches for her phone and scrolls through her text. "From Ashton at 6:58 am," she begins to read slightly pulling away to look at the screen between us. "Hey Y/n! know you're busy this weekend but that doesn't matter because Calum likes you and won't admit it but it would be cool as lemons if you could show up." I'm going to fucking kill him. I hope he likes his ashes being burnt with that fucking lemon tree. She smiles at me and I feel like I could evaporate right the fuck here. Oh Ashton. I will kill you. The door next to us opens and some random guy comes out drunk as hell. "Oh h-hey you three," His burp interrupts him, "It's a great party in thheere"

As he stumbles Y/n goes to keep him upright, but his body has other plans. The foul smell that comes from the vomit projecting on Y/n is awful. He apologizes but quickly goes back inside wiping his mouth on his shirt. "Are you okay?" I ask her equally as shocked. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, I grab her hand without waiting for a response and drag her inside. After her many protest and looks from random people that can smell the bile on her, we make it to the stairs. There are too many fucking people here. Constantly pushing past bodies I know none of these bathrooms are cleared. I walk her down the hallway to my bedroom door when someone interrupts me. "Dude, I've been trying to get in there all night. It's locked. Complete dipshit of an owner right." He smirks reaching for a high five. I roll my eyes at his gesture and grab the key to open my door. His smirk fades into one of realization. He tries to apologize but I shut the door in his face after Y/n follows me inside.

I take off my shoes and she looks at me questioningly. "I have a bathroom in here you can use Y/n." as I relock my door. The last thing I need is for some stranger to come messing with my personal stuff.

"You shouldn't have-"

"Shut up. Some stranger just threw up on you. I would prefer to be in here with you than out there where I don't know anyone. Now go shower." She starts to argue but I just help shove her in the bathroom while closing the door. She knocks from the inside of the door, "Yes Y/n?" I smile at her playful banter.

"I need help. I can't reach the zipper" she says through the wooden door. I release the handle and nod. right she can't see me. Opening the door I walk in, "So your plan was to lock me in here?" She smiles looking through the mirror at me while moving her hair to one side of her shoulder.

"Not exactly, I was gonna kidnap you later." I grab the small zipper and begin to undo it. No wonder who the hell can hold this tiny thing. Once I get it down she thanks me. "Just throw it away okay?"

"But-" I stare at her and she agrees. Closing the door to let her shower. Clothes, she needs clothes. I walk into my closet and grab a t-shirt and her emergency bag. She came up with the idea since no one knows how to bring clothes anywhere we all have one outfit at everyone's place. Thanks to Michael she had to wear the outfit here, but her undergarments are still there.

I knock on the door and she's still in the shower so I leave the shirt and the bag on the counter in the steamy room. Walking out I take off the skinny jeans I'm wearing and change into sweats and a t-shirt.

So many options. Who ever came up with Netflix is a fucking genius. My phone buzzes next to me and I see Ashtons Name. A text, great!

From: Daddy 1:17 am

Bryana's here. Gonna go Catch up.

I just send him an 'Ok' because we all know they're still stuck on each other and there's no way in hell I'm going down there. About 20 minutes into big mouth Y/n walks out of the bathroom wearing the clothes I left for her. No one's ever looked that good in my shirt, shit I don't even look good in my shirt. "Thank you Calum" she quietly commented. "No problem." I pat the spot next to me and she climbs in the bed. I hit play on the tv remote as the show continues to play. I can't even focus on the hormone monster on the screen, this feels so fucking right. I feel her playing with my hand as she watches the screen intently. Her brow furrowing when she doesn't get the concept of Jay being a magician or the way her eyes crinkle when she laughs. I could literally just watch her all day. I mean I know she doesn't like me but I can't help but imagine what a relationship with her would be like. I don't want to jeopardize our friendship but this, this feels more important. It's just not fair I mean there's tour and I wouldn't want to be away from her that long if she were mine. I don't understand how she's single I mean look at her. And you don't find many girls with a personality like hers, she's so kind-hearted and the most humble person I know. When we were in Bali, everyone went to this pool resort and we thought she went missing for the day. But she returned home after visiting orphanages and helping at the village day clinic. I don't want to be selfish but I'll be damned if I let her go. I'm so thankful for that girlfriend of Luke's to bring her completely unbothered, outgoing, and amazing friend with her to that club in New York.

"Did you hear me?" The soft voice brings me from my thoughts. I look down at her "No what?" She starts laughing. I see a black screen on the wall and look at her quizzically. She raises her hands in defense "It's been off for the past 15 minutes." she shrugs. "You looked deep in thought." I just stay silent and look up at the ceiling. ''You can talk to me you know?" she whispers.

"Have you ever wanted something you can't have?" I ask. She chews on her bottom lip before responding.

"I suppose, I mean in regards to what?" but I cut her off, "Why'd you come tonight?"

"It's your birthday." she states clearly confused. "Ashton's text doesn't bother you?"

"I didn't think it would have to bother me?-"

"You had plans."

"You mean much more Cal." I let her words sink in. Did she like me the way I like her?or maybe she doesn't and I'm really hoping for something? No. This could never work. I don't do relationships.

"Do you wanna keep watching? " I ask her hoping she'll say yes.

"That was the last episode" she says as she turns to me a glimpse if hope in her eyes. "We can just talk Cal."

"I'm actually pretty tired." She nods, a small frown on her face as she goes and turns the light off. "Night Cal"

"Goodnight Y/n." I whisper before pulling her closer to me. I feel her muscles relax and soft snores escape her lips.

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The sun in the room feels warm against my skin. Opening one eye I see the contract of the bright light against the walls. As I go to move the curtains I feel a warm presence next to me turn. Well, fuck me. Her shirt came up just the slightest to exposed her black lace panties to me and damn is it a sight. Look away. Look away. Look away.

Physically getting up from the bed she pouts and rubs her eyes. "Cal? " her slightly rasped voice speaks. "Yeah just closing the blinds. "

"Can you leave it just a tad. " she ask pulling the covers over her. "The soft light is nice. " I mean I can't say no. "Come here. " she demands and I get back in bed with her. "I should probably start cleaning soon. " I say as a line ass excited to leave the room. All I can picture is how good she looked in these panties and I need to take care of this soon.

"No you won't, since when have you cleaned? Plus I told you I'd help. " my dick is straining against these fucking briefs.

She softly traces random patterns into my skin as we just lay there admiring the room. "Cal" she mumbles.

"You've got an uh-problem. " the blood rushes to my cheeks as she notices my boner. "Sorry i-" I begin to excuse myself from the room hoping a black hole could appear. That would be great.

Surprisingly enough she pushes me to keep me in place. "It just occurred to me that I never got you a gift."

She runs her fingers over my manhood, "Can I make it up to you?"

"Y/n I don't think-" Oh fuck. My dick twitched at the sight of her removing my shirt leaving me speechless. The black lace that clung to her, which landed us in this situation, looked even better than before. "Um you -uh" I start mumbling trying not to look at her body for too long. I mean I could but I'd cum no question.

"It's either a yes or no?" as I was about to answer she started running her hand along the thin black lines. My eyes never leaving her hand as she teasingly rubbed her clit through the fabric. "You see Cal, I want you as much as you want me."

Fuck friendship. I replace her hand with my own to feel her. Fuck how long I've waited to do this. She pushes my hand away from her core while leaving open mouth kisses down my jaw. Licking my earlobe, she whispers, "You're the birthday boy."

She scoots further down the bed until her face is near my groin. This is a sight I could get used to. She slips her fingers in the band and starts pulling my briefs down. Her eyes light up once she sees my throbbing shaft. "You have such a pretty dick." Her thumb runs over my tip causing me to shudder and if possible made me harder. "Y/n you don't have to." My voice cracking a bit, why the fuck was I so nervous.

She rolls her eyes as she kisses my tip her tongue licking along the vein. She slowly begins taking me in her mouth, "Oh fuck y/n" I moan as she swallows around me, her hand pumping what she can't fit all the way. Her mouth is so warm and she's so fucking perfect. My head hits the headboard as my other hand laces itself in her curls as she bobbed her head along my length, letting every sound fall from my lips. Accidentally I pulled her hair which I was going to apologize for until she moaned. The vibrations that sexy ass sound I thrusted up. Fuck no I want to be in her.

"Y/n stop." She let her teeth graze my dick as she moved her mouth off of me. My stiffened member glowing with her saliva.

"I'm sorry this was a bad-" She started mumbling getting off the bed and fixing her hair.

"No!" I yelled surprised at my own tone. "I mean um you're great I just- I want to be in you." The redness on my cheeks very visible. She hesitates before sliding her panties off, "We don't have to I'm sorry I just thought that's where this was going and I-" She kisses me softly and I shut the hell up.

"Calm down, I was just thinking." She says straddling my lap removing her bra. "And before you ask what about well," she lines me with her entrance "It was whether I wanted a condom or not." Our moans are in unison as she slowly slides onto me. Feeling her tight walls stretch around me, her dripping arousal glistening in the soft lights of the sun. The whimper that came from her mouth as she takes all of me. "I'm on the pill and it's your birthday meaning you get the full experience." She says after a moment of her adjusting, sending a playful wink my way. She begins to move and I swear no one has ever felt this good. My hands find their way to her hips slowly rocking her back and forth.

"Fuck Cal" She whimpers as she begins to ride me. I move one of my guiding hands to find her sensitive nub, tracing small circles with the pad of my finger. She jerks back from the touch causing me to smirk, someone's sensitive. I place my thumb over her sensitive nub yet again rubbing back and forth eliciting a moan from her. “Cal I can’t-“ Grabbing her hair pulling her face closer to me, “ You can and you will, got it?” She whimpers nodding in agreement, “I’m not cumming till that pretty pussy of yours is pulsing.” Slowly grinding my hips up, grazing her g-spot with my tip. “Cal-fuck, this was supposed to be your gift.” Grabbing the back of her thigh slowly bringing her body closer to mine, I turn us so she’s underneath me.

“Go out with me and we’ll call it even yeah?” I ask her before continuing to thrust into her. Our moans fall in unison as I pick up the pace. Thrusting into her faster than the time before, the only sounds heard throughout are those of our moans and skin clapping together. My mouth finds its way to her neck, assaulting the soft skin in the area- leaving a reminder for this evening. I can feel her tightening around me, edging me close to my own release. “Cal I’m close.” She manages to mutter as I find my way back to her clit, rubbing fast purposeful circles. Watching the way her pants and moans fall through her lips to the glistening of her chest as it rises and falls with each breath. The sight being enough to drive me to the brink of insanity, “Cum for me y/n.” Almost instantly her eyes roll back as she arches her back, her pussy tightening without mercy forcing my own orgasm to appear. My hips jut forward as I release into her , slowly edging us both along. Our panting is the only thing to be heard as a gently collapse on top of her. “Did you mean it?” She ask, moving the hair from my forehead.

“If you mean me asking you out, yes.” She smiles and pulls my face closer to hers. “took you long enough.” She whispers before attaching her lips to mine.

A/N: (Also posted to Wattpad) I hope you enjoyed it. I'm actually really happy, I've been doing quite a bit of writing so yay! We have another calum smut blurb on the way.I also need help deciding who's the endgame for my Loki/Bucky love triangle but all with time. Anyways I hope you're all having a wonderful weekend!

XOXO Janelle

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arizona2004 · 3 years

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Hey can you please do a azriel x reader where the reader is struggling with bad mental health (maybe an Ed) because I’m struggling myself rn and alsao there’s not enough of them :). I can totally understand if you didn’t feel comfortable doing it

Okay, here it is. Everyone responds to their eating disorders differently, especially depending on the ED and severity of it. I hope this has what you’re looking for, though.

Azriel x reader

Word count: 1499

Warnings: Eating Disorders! The reader struggles with an ED and some depression and anxiety and a little OCD. Please don’t read if you think reading the unhealthy thoughts of someone with an eating disorder may cause you to relapse. It is not healthy to think about food and eating in this manner. Love you all. Don’t forget to eat something and drink some water.

Waking up, I immediately don’t want to get out of bed. I pull the covers over my head, keep my eyes closed, and scrunch my legs up to my chest. When I wake up again, it’s only a little later in the morning. I still don’t want to pull myself out of bed, but I can’t fall back asleep. So I just lay there. Turning to Azriel’s side of the bed, I notice he’s not there. Well, of course not; he’s already left for work. I stare at the spot he usually occupies before finally sitting up and checking the clock. It’s 10 am.

Standing, I wrap my robe around myself and walk out of the room, refusing to look in the mirror. I practice breathing evenly and focus on my routine. I need to eat breakfast. I spend nearly 20 minutes in the kitchen, moving around, deciding what to eat. I’m opening cabinets and closing them, finding nothing satisfactory. Eventually, I decide to make some bacon. The stove is on, and bacon is sizzling. The scent of bacon is wafting toward me, and I feel like being sick. I can’t eat bacon; it’s greasy and fatty. Toast, I think, I’ll make toast. So I put the bread in the toaster and let it cook. It’s only when the toast is cooked that I start thinking about the carbs that go into it. I haven’t been exercising enough recently. I shouldn’t eat so many carbs. I throw the toast out with the bacon and decide to make scrambled eggs instead. Whisking the eggs and milk together, I turn on the stove, letting the skillet heat and butter melt on it. When I turn, bowl in hand, ready to pour it into the skillet, it slips from my hand, spilling all over the floor. Anger and frustration wash over me; I guess I just shouldn’t eat this morning.

After cleaning the mess: doing the dishes that littered the sink and picking up the mess of eggs on the floor, I walk back up to my room. My head is pounding, and everything feels like it's crashing in on me. My heart is racing, and I just want to scream. My mind keeps flashing back to last night. We went out to Ritas, and it was supposed to be fun. But I just had to ruin things for myself. I barely ate. I stopped drinking early into the night. I wish I could have forgone the entire night. I wish Mor wasn’t so perfect. She has curves in all the right places and not a single flaw; I hate her for it, I think. Passing the floor-length mirror in my bedroom, I stop to look at myself. It’s been so long since I’ve looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. Why can't I have a body like Mor or Feyre or Amren?

I sit on the floor, just picking apart all the pieces of myself I hate. Thinking about all the insulting things people have said to me. Tears are streaming out of my eyes until I can’t even see my reflection. I’m clutching my chest as I struggle for air through my sobs. Why? Why? Why?

It’s an hour later, and I’m just lying on the floor of my bedroom, staring at the ceiling. I pushed my earlier hunger away, so I can’t feel it anymore. I wish I couldn’t feel any of it. The tears on my face have dried, and I’m breathing normally again when a small piece of folded paper falls next to me.

The Note reads: Meet me at my office at 11:30?

Azriel. I turn my head to look at the clock hanging on the wall. It’s nearly 11:20: a choked sob leaves my throat. Standing quickly, I rush to the bathroom to put myself together. In 10 minutes, my face is washed, and I’m wearing enough makeup to cover any signs of my tears. And I brushed through my hair and threw on some clothes. Rushing out the door, I head for the House of Wind. In the time it took to get to the door of his office, I’ve done breathing exercises to even out my breaths and slipped on a smile.

Knocking on the door to his office, I peeked my head in. “Hey,” I say, biting my lip.

He looked up to me, a grin spreading across his face and arms opening for me. I walked in, shutting the door behind me, and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder. He breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of me. “You smell wonderful, love,” he murmurs against my neck.

“Hmm,” I hum, holding him tight.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asks, pulling back slightly to look at me directly.

“Yeah,” An unconscious fake smile blooms across my face, “why wouldn’t I be?”

He just stares at me for a moment longer, eyebrows bunching, when he asks, “have you eaten today?”

“Yes. Breakfast this morning,” I say, “when I woke to an empty bed,” I try steering the question away from myself.

He knows I’m lying, “are you hungry? We could get lunch.”

“It was a big breakfast, Az,” I say, “I’m not hungry right now.”

He grips my waist and pulls me closer, wrapping his wings around us, “What’d you eat?”

“I made toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon,” It’s not entirely a lie, I think to myself.

He puts his forehead on my shoulder, resting it there for a long few moments, “baby,” he mumbles, “please don’t lie to me. We’ve been through this before: I can help, just talk to me.”

My lips start to quiver, I’ve upset him.

“I’m with you through all the good And the bad,” he says, head still down, “please tell me the truth about how you’re feeling,” he lifts his head to look at me, and the worrying features of his face make me sob again. “Hey, hey. It’s okay,” he consoles, wiping the tears from my face, “deep breaths.”

I take a deep breath in and out, and he does it with me. My tears start to slow, and the shuddering breaths even out. Az is running his hand up and down my spine, soothingly and when I’m ready, I explain everything, “I guess- things started getting bad yesterday. I didn’t really like the way I looked in that dress, and I just felt… off? Gross? I don’t know,” I take another breath in, “then Mor showed up, and she just looked so good in that dress; she’s so beautiful. And she ate and drank so much,” I’m ranting now, “Does she ever gain weight?!” I stop talking, trying to calm myself, and tears well up again, but I push them back. Looking back to Az, I start talking again, “I shouldn’t be jealous. I��m a horrible friend for being mad at her, but I just can’t stand her sometimes. I’m a horrible friend.”

I’m looking down between us now, but Az coaxes me back, “look at me,” he holds my face between his hands and pushes our foreheads together, “You are not a horrible friend. You are wonderful and kind. It’s okay to be jealous. You still love her, and you’re still a good friend. Now, tell me the rest.”

I shake my head holding back my tears, “It’s just the same thing. I just- it’s everything combined. I feel like I ate too much yesterday, and I haven’t worked out regularly this week. Then everything last night. So when I woke up this morning, everything was too much. Seeing myself in the mirror and thinking about how much I don’t deserve you. I’m not pretty enough. It’s all just so much. All at once,” my breaths come unevenly again, and tears are running down my face.

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment; his hands drop from my face and pull me into him. His hands run through my hair, and he just soothes me quietly for a few minutes. When he pulls back to look at me, he says quietly and calmly, “You’re beautiful, love. And I know me telling you that isn’t just gonna take all the bad thoughts and feelings away, but I need you to know: No matter what you see in the mirror or what your mind tells you, you are so beautiful. You have your ‘flaws,’ but that’s okay. You just have to learn to love them the way I do. And I’ll help you with that; I’m here to help.”

I nod, tears still streaming down my face, and lay my head on his shoulder, breathing him in and calming myself.

“Can we go eat food now,” he asks quietly. I nod letting myself feel the hunger I pushed aside and relaxed further into his arms. He lifts me with him as he stands and walks us to the kitchen.

#azriel fic #azriel x y/n #azriel x you #azriel x reader #acotar fic #a court of thorns and roses #mental heath awareness #azzie

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watchyourbluesturngolden · 3 years

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sick

taking care of Harry when he’s sick

warnings: none

word count: 1.2k

"Harry, baby, you're hot," you frowned, pressing the back of your hand against his chest. This wasn't abnormal, the man was basically a furnace. You didn't mind, it made cold winter nights much cozier for you. Right now, though, he was way too warm. You were almost sweating just from being cuddled next to him.

"Thank you?" he mumbled quietly, his voice thick with sleep and confusion.

"No," you rolled your eyes. "I mean you're hot hot."

"So are you," he rasped. "And I love you so much, but my head hurts, so... shhh," he trailed off, pressing a finger to your lips.

"Harry," you huffed. "You have a fever. Let me up so I can get you some medicine, you'll feel better."

"No," he frowned, not opening his eyes as he gripped you tighter. "No getting up. Only sleeping."

"You can keep sleeping. I'll be right back, but you need some medicine. It will make your head feel better too," you tried to convince him.

"No," he whined. "Don't get up, I'm cold."

"Yes, baby, you're cold because you have a fever," you explained again. It was like bargaining with a three year old. "If you let me get you some medicine, your fever will go down and you'll feel much better."

"Can't leave me," he mumbled, already half asleep again. "Please don't leave me."

"Harry," you sighed. You knew he would pout at you if you got up, but you also knew he would feel much better if you got him some medicine.

With this in mind, you ignored his whining as you pulled yourself away from him. You opened and closed the door quietly, not wanting to make his headache any worse.

Once you got to the kitchen, you found the Tylenol and a cool washcloth. You also grabbed a water bottle and an orange, in case he got his appetite back. When you opened the bedroom door, Harry hid his face under the blankets.

"Too bright," he whined.

"Sorry," you whispered, closing the door behind you. "Sit up, baby, you need to take some Tylenol."

He shook his head.

"Harry," you sighed again. He was not fun to take care of when he was sick. "Please? For me?"

He groaned dramatically before sticking his head out of the little cave he had made in the blankets.

You smiled, handing him one of the pills and the bottle of water. He swallowed it quickly, trying to give the water bottle back, but you shook your head.

"Take a few more drinks, you have to stay hydrated."

He sighed, dropping his head back to the pillow.

"Harry, take two drinks, or I'm not getting back in bed."

"You're so mean," he groaned, but lifted the bottle to his lips anyways.

"I know," you said with a small smile. "I'm so terrible for taking care of you when you're sick."

"Mhm," he said, his voice muffled since his face was smushed into the pillow. "There, I took two drinks, please come back here."

You took the bottle from his outstretched hand, setting it on the nightstand. "Do you want the cold washcloth?"

He shook his head. "Just want to hold you, please?"

"Of course, baby," you pulled back the blankets, shushing him softly when he whined at the cold air.

You settled against him, smiling when he rested his head on your chest. You brought your hand up to run your fingers through his hair as he wrapped his arms tightly around you.

"Feels nice," he murmured.

You hummed softly, continuing the gentle movements as his soft breaths hit your skin. Before long, his breathing evened out and he was completely relaxed against you. Once you were sure he was sleeping soundly, you shuffled around to find a more comfortable position, still cuddled closely against him. You figured a few more hours of sleep would be good for you, since taking care of sick Harry was a full time job. You didn't mind, though. It wasn't often he needed you to take care of him, and it was nice that he got so cuddly when he didn't feel well.

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You woke suddenly to the sound of a door slamming. You sat up, your bleary eyes searching for Harry. He wasn't in the bed, and the door leading to the bathroom was closed.

You made your way over, but stopped when you heard Harry being sick. You knocked softly on the door.

"Harry? Are you ok?"

"Don't come in," came his quiet voice. "Just let me die in peace."

You tried not to roll your eyes. He was so dramatic when he was sick. Instead, you tried the doorknob. Seeing how it was unlocked, you opened the door slowly to see Harry sitting next to the toilet, leaned against the wall.

He tipped his head back to rest on the surface, looking up at you with tired eyes. "I'm fine, you don't have to be here."

"I'm taking care of you," you reminded him, stepping further into the room. "I'm not just going to leave you alone when you're sick. What kind of girlfriend would I be?"

"A normal one," he replied, looking down at his hands. "It's really fine, and anyways, I don't want you to get sick."

"We've been together every day for the past three months, Harry. If I get sick, I get sick. Now come on, let's get you cleaned up."

He nodded slowly, bracing himself against the wall to stand up. You handed him a tissue to wipe his mouth before he grabbed his toothbrush.

Once he was done, he looked at you tiredly.

"I think I'm going back to bed," he said, his eyes drooping.

"Okay," you nodded. "I'll come with you."

"Really?" He seemed surprised. "You don't have to, it's the middle of the day."

"I don't mind," you said. "Haven't any of your girlfriends ever taken care of you when you were sick?"

"Not really," he admitted with a small blush. "Usually they thought it was gross- because it kind of is- so I just... slept it off by myself."

"Well, that's terrible," you pouted slightly. "This is what they're supposed to do. They're supposed to cuddle you and bring you medicine and force you to stay hydrated even when you don't want to. And I don't think it's gross. It's normal. Everybody gets sick, right?"

He hummed in agreement, pulling you back to your room. "Well, I really appreciate it," he said, flopping down on the bed.

"Of course," you smiled. "Get some sleep, you'll feel better when you wake up." He sighed softly at the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hair again.

"I love you so much," he murmured against you. "More than anything. Anything in the whole world, you're my favorite. And... you're so soft. And warm. I just... love." He was barely coherent at this point, but the general message got through.

"I love you too," you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. And you stayed like that for the rest of the day. That is, until Harry started whining about being cold again. Then the whole process started over.

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ptergwen · 3 years

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Peter Parker x Avenger Reader/ the reader gets stabbed on a mission and hides it from everyone. But Peter is suspicious and try’s to check. Can it end with angst please?/ if you don’t feel like it then never mind, don’t worry!!! ❤️❤️❤️

you want it to END with angst? well shit this one is gonna hurt.. literally

warnings: mentions of blood and death

“nice job, gang,” tony announces after you all pile on to the jet. “no one’s injured, no one’s dying. most importantly, i have no paperwork to sign.” he pretends to wipe sweat off his forehead. he’s sitting next to steve, who’s in the pilot’s seat. you tense up in your own. “what did i say about teamwork?” steve flashes tony one of his oh so charming smiles. “it’s all we’ve got,” sam answers, biting back a smirk.

“i don’t know about the no injuries thing, mr. stark,” peter murmurs, making your heart beat faster than it already was. has he figured it out already? “what’s that, kid?” tony wonders. he looks at him over his shoulder. “think i got a few cuts back there,” peter replies with a sheepish smile. natasha lets out a sigh. “you’re so brave.” “thanks for sharing your story,” sam adds on.

forcing out a laugh, you scoot the tiniest bit away from peter. he’s still joking around with the team. you’re trying to get out of his embrace, which is a first. his arm is wrapped tightly around your shoulders. too tightly because he’s pressing into your stab wound. it is keeping you from bleeding out, though.

you were the only one to actually get injured during the mission, but you didn’t say anything. you’d be ruining the otherwise successful night, which the team doesn’t get many of. the last person you want to find out is peter. it’s a hard secret not to share when your blood is literally on his hands.

“y/n, you’ve been awfully quiet. cat got your tongue?” tony observes with an eyebrow quirked. “thank god. let it stay that way.” bucky shoots you a wink. sam elbows his side. now that peter thinks about it, you haven’t said a word since the jet took off. “yeah, that’s a little... odd. you okay, baby?” he quietly asks, pulling you back into his side. “i... i’m just...” you wince when he squeezes you.

“i don’t have anything to say, i guess.” you’re giving peter a pained smile. “what’d i say about excuses?” steve chimes in, a knowing tone to his voice. “don’t make them,” natasha finishes for him. “what’s really bothering you, y/n?” “we’re here to listen, whatever it is.” steve glances over at you before putting his eyes back on the sky. “no, really! it’s nothing,” you insist, peter rubbing up and down your arm.

you can feel the blood starting to soak through your suit. he’ll be feeling it any second, too.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom. tell me what i miss,” you say to everyone. you’re quick getting to your feet. “i’ll go with you,” peter instantly decides. “you can’t!” you put a hand on his chest, effectively holding him back. “it’s... period stuff. that’s what’s bothering me, guys.” “there it is,” sam chuckles. “i can see that,” bucky agrees. natasha rolls her eyes at both of them.

“you know i don’t care about any of that,” peter scoffs and laces your fingers together. “can’t scare me off so easy.” if you weren’t lying and bleeding in other places, that would have been sweet. “it’s fine, pete. just stay here, okay?” you bite your lip as a wave of pain shoots through you. tony takes note of that. “ok. call me if you need anything?” peter raises both eyebrows for emphasis. “i will. alright, um... bye.”

with that, you scurry off to the bathroom. you stumble on the way there and grab on to your shoulder. that doesn’t go unnoticed by the team.

“i don’t think she’s fine,” bucky concludes after a minute. natasha laughs in disbelief. “of course she’s not! her uterus is-“ “not that!” he squeezes his eyes shut at the image she almost painted. “he’s right, kid was acting pretty weird. weirder than usual.” sam shares a look with tony. “go check on her, parker,” tony gently requests, steve frowning. peter exhales a breath he’s been holding. “yeah, i’m on it.”

you free your right arm from your suit as soon as you get to the bathroom. it’s where the wound is, and it’s really bad. blood is dripping down from your shoulder to your arm, sticking to the rest of the suit. it gets in fly away pieces of hair when you look for the source. your eyes flood with tears, lip once again between your teeth. your heart is beating so fast that if you don’t die from this, it’ll be from cardiac arrest.

you’re attempting to clean up your wound with water and toilet paper, muffled whimpers escaping you. you have no idea what you’re supposed to do, but it’s definitely not this. it stings so bad every time you touch it. silent tears fall down your face while you continue taking care of yourself the best you can.

a sudden knock at the door makes you jump. “y/n?” peter speaks sternly, like he knows what’s going on in there. he doesn’t. he’s just worried about you. “y/n, it’s me. can i come in?” “what? no!” you yell, still holding the crumbling toilet paper to your wound. “i need... i- i really need some privacy. please.” your voice becomes a sob at the end. peter only grows more concerned.

“baby, what’s wrong? it’s gotta be more than your-“ a loud thud coming from the bathroom cuts him off. “what was that?” he’s already reaching for the doorknob. “nothing. i...” you don’t even try to lie this time. you can’t. “i’m coming in.” peter warns you, throwing the door open without another protest. his whole world collapses at what he sees.

curled up in a ball on the floor is you, with your suit half off and blood everywhere. you’re shivering, crying, desperately clutching at your shoulder. you were just sitting right next to him, in his arms. how could he not have realized?

“oh my god,” peter breathes, getting on to his knees in front of you. “when- when did you... what happened? how long have you been-“ he can barely form one sentence. he’s in so much shock, and so fucking scared. “during the mission,” you respond in a sniffle. “someone had a- a knife or something. they stabbed me.”

peter presses both his hands to your open wound, frantically searching for your eyes. “fuck...” his voice cracks. “why didn’t you tell me, y/n?” he’s whispering, moving closer to you, face inches from yours. “because you...” before you can finish, your eyes start rolling back. “no, no, no!” peter takes one hand off your shoulder and brings it to your chin.

“stay with me, y/n. you can’t... you can’t go yet. don’t do this,” he cries out, his own face now coated in tears. his fingers grabbing at your chin force you to look at him. “it hurts so bad, peter,” you whimper. your eyes are void of color when they finally meet his. “i know, baby. i know.” peter blinks hard, his hand moving to cup your cheek.

“i didn’t want you to worry,” you start, peter caressing your skin softly. he has to bite down on his tongue to keep from screaming. “or add to the list of people you lost. seems like i’m doing it right now, though.” a sad smile crosses your features. “no... don’t say that.” he furiously shakes his head, thumb smoothing over your cheek.

“you’re gonna be fine, y/n. i’ll get mr. stark, and- and he’ll know what to do,” peter tries to convince you both. you’re not buying it. “what if it’s too late?” you croak. “it’s not. we’re gonna be okay, okay?” he leans down to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds. “i’ll get him now. be right back, y/n/n.”

peter’s hands leave you slowly. he replaces his one on your shoulder with your own. “you’re not going anywhere,” he assures you once more, you giving him a stiff nod. he’s rushing back to inform the team of your condition just like that. your eyes fight to stay open again. you let them close, the pain too much to handle.

“i’ll always be with you.”

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #peter parker imagine #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker x avenger!reader #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader

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allthingsfangirl101 · 3 years

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Painful Secrets–Troy Bolton

Troy and I have been friends since middle school, but we've been secretly dating for six months. We finally told each other how we felt after rehearsal one day. We were rehearsing our song for our theater midterm and the feeling between us changed.

After a week of us ignoring each other, he came over Sunday night and we forced ourselves to talk about it. Once we finally did, it came out that we wanted to be more than friends. The night we confessed our feelings for each other, I could tell that something was on Troy's mind.

~•~

We had climbed out my window and onto the roof. He had his arm wrapped around my waist and I was leaning my head on his shoulder.

"You okay?" I whispered when I noticed he seemed tense.

"I'm fine," he tried to laugh off. He cleared his throat as he added, "I'm great. You and I are finally together."

"Troy," I said, sitting up and turning towards him. "I can tell something is on your mind. What is it?"

"It's just. . ." He sighed, finally giving in to me. "Do you remember when Taylor and Chad started dating?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. My heart dropped when I realized what was going on. "You're nervous the group might freak out with us the same way they did with Taylor and Chad."

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice breaking.

"You don't have to be sorry," I whispered. "I understand. You and the guys have been friends a long time before you started hanging out with me and the girls."

"But. . ." He stuttered as he reached over and grabbed my hand. "I don't want to be one of those guys who puts his teammates before his girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" I repeated.

He laughed as he scooted closer to me. "Yeah," he whispered. He leaned in and kissed me for the first time. My eyes fluttered closed as I kissed him back. When he broke the kiss, Troy leaned his forehead on mine.

"Girlfriend," he said, smiling at me. I bit my lip, thinking about what Troy's worried about.

"What if. . ." I hesitated. "What if we didn't tell anyone?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, leaning back slightly.

"You're worried about the guys' reaction to us being together, right? So, what if they never find out? That way. . ."

"Whoa," he interrupted. "Y/N, stop. You really want to lie to our friends about us?"

"Well. . . I don't. . . I don't mind. Besides, it wouldn't be lying. It would just be keeping a secret," I said unsure if we should really do this.

"Y/N," he sighed.

"Troy," I cut him off. "I like you and if you would be more comfortable not telling the guys then that's okay with me."

He watched me closely for a second, studying me. Instead of saying anything, Troy leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. Without breaking the kiss, Troy pulled me onto his lap. I straddled his hips as our lips moved in sync.

"Are you sure you're okay with keeping us a secret?" Troy asked, breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead against mine.

I leaned back so I could see him. My heart sank when I saw the nerves and hesitation in his eyes. I reached up and cupped his face in my hands.

"I don't care if anyone knows about us," I whispered. "All I care about is being with you."

~•~

The only reason we haven't told any of our friends is because of how'd they react. They wouldn't be mad that we're together. They will, however, be worried. Our friendship group has been tight since the very beginning. Almost a little too tight.

It was hard, I'm not going to lie. We could only act like a couple when we were alone, which was rare. We were never alone at school, he always had practice after school and on Saturdays. Whenever they didn't have practice, the team hung out so Troy and I couldn't. The only day we had that we were able to be a couple was Sunday.

We had hoped that the summer would be better, but it wasn't. Before we started working at the Evan's Country Club, we spent as much time together as we could. They didn't have practice, so Troy and I were able to hang out more. If we hung out at his place, we had to be careful. His team had a habit of barging in.

When we all started working at the country club, Troy and I were never alone. Sharpay had her hooks in him so there were days where I didn't even see him. It felt like whenever he and I had a moment of peace, she took him away.

I gasped when someone grabbed my arm, pulling me into a supply closet. I barely had enough time to see it was Troy before he pressed his lips to mine. He broke the kiss, his eyes soft as he looked down at me.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he whispered. "I know we were hoping to spend some time alone this summer but. . ."

"It's okay," I said, clearing my throat. I looked down at my feet, trying to hide my tears. "I understand."

Troy gently grabbed my chin, lifting it so I was looking at him. He sighed when he reached up and caught a tear with his thumb. He opened his mouth to say something but decided not to at the last minute. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips back to mine. I sighed as I started to kiss him back.

"Troy," I whispered, breaking the kiss. "Don't you have that dinner with Sharpay, her parents, and those recruiters?"

"Y/N," he started but I cut him off.

"You should go," I said, clearing my throat as I walked past him and headed to the door. "Enjoy dinner."

* * * * *

I walked out of the kitchen, holding the tray of drinks. My breath got caught in my throat when I saw Sharpay all over Troy. She giggled dramatically, practically hanging on him.

As I gave the drinks to everyone at the table, I could feel Troy's eyes on me. I ignored his attempts to get me to look at him as I put his drink in front of him.

"Y/N," Troy whispered, trying to get my attention.

"Excuse me?" Sharpay said in her judgy voice. "I asked for no ice."

I gasped as she forcefully handed me the drink, spilling half of it down my shirt. I finally looked up at Troy to see him looking at me with soft eyes.

"Wow," she giggled. "Clumsy much?"

I glanced at Sharpay's smirking face before looking back at Troy, struggling to stop the tears. I open and closed my mouth, unable to find my voice. He sent me an apologetic look which I responded to by shaking my head.

"Excuse me," I said, my voice shaky. I turned on my heel and quickly walked to the kitchen.

"Y/N!" Taylor gasped as I walked in with Sharpay's half-empty drink in my hand and the other half down my shirt. "What happened?"

"Sharpay didn't want ice. . ." I stuttered.

Chad ran over and handed me a towel as Taylor, Kelsie, and Martha comforted me.

"Thanks," I whispered. "I should. . . I should change before I take out her drink. With no ice."

"I'll take out her drink," Martha said sweetly. "You go get cleaned up."

I hesitated before slowly walking into the locker room. With shaking hands, I changed into a clean uniform. I turned on my heel and was about to head back into the kitchen when Troy came running in.

"Y/N," he said, sounding relieved.

"What are you doing in here?" I whispered. "Shouldn't you be out there?"

"I said I had to go to the bathroom," he explained. "But I wanted to check on you."

"I'm fine," I cleared my throat. "You should go back out there."

I tried to walk past him, but he stopped me by gently grabbing my hand.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"You shouldn't keep Sharpay waiting."

I sent him a look as I pulled my hand out of his and walked back into the kitchen. I sent Taylor a pained smile as I walked past her.

"Hey, man. How's. . ."

Before Zeke could ask how dinner was going, Troy ran over to me and grabbed my arm, spinning me around. I gasped when he pulled me into his chest and pressed his lips to mine.

"What the. . ."

"When did this happen?"

"Did you know about this?"

"How long have they been together?"

I slowly pulled out of the kiss, looking up at Troy with wide eyes. He smiled down at me with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

"I'm sorry that I have to do this," he whispered. "I much rather be sitting there next to you, not her. I promise, once this is over, I'm taking you on an even fancier date."

"Troy," I whispered.

"I know I should go back out there, but I don't. . ."

"It's not that," I said, clearing my throat. "You do realize you just kissed me in a kitchen full of our closest friends, right? Friends who didn't know about us?"

Troy broke our eye contact and glanced around the room at our gawking friends.

"I may have forgotten that," he chuckled.

"Okay," Jason said loudly. "Am I the only one who didn't know about this?"

Troy and I laughed as they agreed. I bit my lip as I glanced over at a smirking Taylor. She sent me a wink before turning on her heel and carrying the entrees out to the dining room.

Troy made me look back at him by tightening his arms around me. I bit my lip when I saw his playful smirk.

"Looks like the secret is finally out," he whispered.

"Looks like it."

#troy bolton #troy bolton imagines #troy bolton x reader #high school musical #zac efron #zac efron imagines

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“Look at me.”

Hi there. I’m new here, but also very much not, which is to say you’ve probably seen me pop up a few dozen (hundred) times in your notifications with likes and comments and the occasional ask when I’m feeling brave, sliding under the radar from the safety of my obscure fandom-turned-main account.

POINT IS, I’m no stranger to the wonderful works of this community, and CERTAINLY no stranger to whump appreciation, even if I haven’t always had a word for it. And because I’ve been so inspired by all the talented writers here, I’ve decided to finally cut loose and throw my own work into the ring, and the whole @whumpmasinjuly thing seemed like an opportune time to pop up.

I’ve aggressively lurked on so many of your pages in the last year so I’m sure I’m leaving someone out, but I did want to tag a few of the writers who have really motivated me to start this page just by reading their writing:

@ashintheairlikesnow @orchidscript @deluxewhump @whump-tr0pes @evermetnotforgotten @card-games-and-pain

And if you’ve made it this far into the post, we’ve arrived at the actual content. This snippet is from a project I started writing before I knew about the existence of the BBU, but I’ve slowly started molding it into something that fits more-or-less within the bounds of that collective universe. Some things may take slightly different turns to the rules established there, but it’s the same general concept.

Without further ado.

PROMPT: “Look at me.”

WARNINGS: General BBU-esque warnings, human trafficking, slavery, non-con (fade-to-black ish but the lead up is… Not Great). Let me know if I missed anything!

He knows something is off right away when Mr. Torley calls to him from the end of the long hallway on the other side of the house.

When the children are home, Jaime is confined to the main common areas: the living room that spills into the large open-concept kitchen, the guest bathroom, the laundry room (where he has already spent most of his time working), the boys’ toy room (where he has only gone to clean up after them), and of course, the small room he has been given to sleep in, which he is sure once served as some sort of storage area.

At the mouth of the living room is a corridor that leads to Mr. Torley’s study, and across from that, his bedroom. So he is told. Jaime was given instructions never to go into that wing of the house unless explicitly invited. He has been in his new home assignment for three days now and has never once been asked to cross those bounds.

Until now.

Carefully, Jaime places the mug he had been diligently scrubbing in the basin of the sink and shuts off the tap. He looks around for the hand towel and, remembering he had thrown it in with the last load of laundry, dries his hands on his t-shirt instead.

There’s a shift in the air, something thick and weighty and terrible as he steps into the opening of the hallway, but he doesn’t allow himself a moment to hesitate. He pads near-silently forward, toward the only open door, all the way at the end.

In the threshold between the hall and the master bedroom, Jaime’s toes brush against where pristine hardwood meets soft carpet. It feels good against his bare feet after days of standing on an unforgiving surface without the allowance of shoes or socks, but not nearly good enough to settle the uneasiness building in the pit of his stomach. Mr. Torley sits on the edge of the bed, a long, deep-colored robe covering most of his body, save for the deep strip of exposed skin down his chest where a few patches of thick, dark hair peek through. Jaime forces his eyes up to his.

“You called for me, Sir?” His voice low and steady, even as his eyes draw unwittingly to the lamp on the bedside table, which has been dimmed to an orange glow that makes the room feel small and suffocatingly warm.

“Come here,” his Keeper beckons, and Jaime’s muscles operate by the hand of some unseen force, pushing him forward. He only makes it half a step in before Mr. Torley raises a hand, gesturing to where the light of the hallway spills in around his silhouette. “Close the door behind you.”

Jaime’s limbs feel very heavy all of a sudden, but he moves anyway, a phantom sting buzzing beneath his skin at even the briefest thought of hesitation. Never make your Keeper wait. Never let your Keeper ask twice.

The hallway is plain and sterile, much like the rest of the Torley house, but Jaime stares longingly out at it as he pulls the door shut, wishing he were out there instead.

When the door clicks shut, he can feel a pair of eyes rake down his back like cold fingertips. It raises the hair on the back of his neck, his skin breaking out in an unpleasant chill, but he forces perfect neutrality into his expression before he turns around. He zeroes in on the sensation of soft carpet under his soles instead of the prickling dread under his skin as he makes his way toward the bed, coming to a stop a couple feet away.

Mr. Torley chuckles under his breath, a low, amused sound that Jaime is already getting used to hearing. He seems to reserve it for Jaime alone and it always serves to make him feel like there is some sort of private joke he’s not been let in on. Or, more accurately, that he is the joke, and he can’t quite stifle the lingering sense of shame that comes with that.

“I said, come here.” It’s a direct order, but paired with a hint of amusement and something darker swimming behind his eyes. He rubs a hand invitingly, pointedly, over the comforter next to him and Jaime swallows back a lump in his throat that feels a lot like bile.

He isn’t stupid. Despite everything that’s been told to him, he’s not. But in that moment he wishes maybe he was, and then ignorance could be bliss for just a few more seconds. He knows where this is headed, and he knows that it’s wrong. It is against the policies, against the rules, he knows it is, but he isn’t surprised, either. It hadn’t taken long at the training facility to discover that the system on paper looks a whole lot different than the system in practice.

“‘We uphold a zero-tolerance policy for the sexual exploitation and abuse of Domestic workers,’” a cruel, mocking voice recites in his head, alongside the memory of a leather-gloved thumb sliding between his lips, his wide, tearful eyes glued to the tiny, black remote in his handler’s fist.

The skin beneath his collar burns at the memory, and he raises his fingers absently to touch there, half expecting to feel the heavy weight of the electric clip attached. He doesn’t, of course, and the only electricity he feels now is of a different nature, coming off his Keeper in waves as he waits, a bit more impatiently with every second, for Jaime to sit.

So he does.

Mr. Torley crowds his space immediately, and his instinctive response to pull away is smothered by a heavy arm draping over his shoulders and a droning voice inside his head. You must make yourself available at all times. You may not refuse any order or request that does not directly interfere with the wellbeing of another person. Jaime allows himself to wonder, for the briefest moment, if his wellbeing counts for anything. He knows it doesn’t. They had just spent the past three months teaching him, in every way imaginable, that he was not, in fact, a person at all.

All the offhand remarks from the trainers, the lewd sneers, the heavy-lidded glances and roaming hands… they had all painted him a picture of what to expect. He had just tricked himself into thinking that maybe, hopefully, if there ever really was a god in this universe that loved him like he was sure he once believed, that he was wrong. In the three days since he had stepped foot into his newest post, Jaime had managed to convince himself that maybe, possibly, he had gotten one of the good ones.

Mr. Torley is all too happy to shatter the illusion as his finger and thumb find Jaime’s earlobe, rubbing it between them and then ghosting down the side of his neck.

“Take off your shirt,” he whispers.

Jaime’s blood runs cold.

You may not refuse any order or request. He can’t conceal the trembling in his fingers as they curl around the hem of his standard-issue grey t-shirt. You may not refuse any order or request. The warm ambience of the room feels startlingly cold against his naked torso as he pulls the fabric over his head, letting it fall in a soft whisper onto the carpet. You may not refuse any order or request. His arm is back around his shoulders instantly, hot and cold assaulting his skin all at once and he feels so exposed and he doesn’t want to be here he doesn’t want to do this.

Mr. Torley places a heavy palm against his chest, running it slowly downward, and Jaime can picture what it looks like without even looking; calloused pads scraping over soft skin, all thick fingers and subtly unkempt nails, the beginnings of age spots and wrinkles and small dustings of black hair across the knuckles. He thinks his keeper must be able to feel the way his heart is pounding through his ribs, and he feels a surge of embarrassment that he was sure the training should have beaten out of him.

It’s because you weren’t trained for this, the panicked voice in the back of his head screams as the hand trails lower, grazing the thin patch of hair below his navel. This isn’t supposed to happen. This is against policy. You weren’t made for this. His skin feels static in every place Mr. Torley’s fingers brush, and he wishes he could dissolve under them.

“You’re shaking, baby.” Jaime winces at the unexpected term of endearment. So far, it has only been boy, curt and abrasive when thrown in his direction, usually followed by a direct order. “Have you never had a man touch you like this?”

His mind supplies a horror show of memories, flashes of images behind closed eyelids - leather-gloved hands and concrete rooms of the training facility - and he realizes he doesn’t know how to answer that. He wants to cry. Can’t cry. Isn’t allowed to cry. Then there are fingers on his chin, on his jaw, softer than any of his touches have ever been; soft like the word baby on his lips, soft like the half-lidded eyes that he is forced to meet.

“I asked you a question.”

“I haven’t. Sir.” His voice shakes, barely a whisper.

It is mostly true, probably in the way Mr. Torley really meant it, and unfortunately seems to be exactly the answer he was looking for. Dread splits Jaime in two. One part, the part of him that’s hazy and pliant and good tells him he has done a good job, that he has pleased his Keeper, he has said the right thing. His keeper’s needs are his needs, if his Keeper is happy, he is happy.

The other part just keeps screaming. And screaming. And screaming.

He doesn’t want this.

It doesn’t matter what he wants, he’s not supposed to have wants.

But this isn’t allowed.

His Keeper is happy.

Please, please stop touching me.

He can’t say no, no is forbidden to him.

Please don’t make me do this.

His keeper is smiling.

“You’re very lucky,” Mr. Torley says, dragging the thumb that was holding his jaw over he’s lower lip. “They could have given you to any one of your bidders, and trust me… there are some messed up people out there who invest in the services of Domestic Companions. But I can be good to you.”

Somehow, he doesn’t feel very lucky at all.

“Yes, sir,” he says, a bit breathless as fingers trace up and down his spine. His own fingers curl into the bedsheets on the opposite side of his thigh where Mr. Torley can’t see the outward signals of his distress, though from the naked delight in his eyes as he watches him, he doesn’t think he minds.

There are lips on his before he can even process what is happening, and he feels his whole body go rigid in his Keeper’s hold. He’s never been kissed before and the cold wetness against his mouth is nothing like the movies make it out to be. It’s hard to wrap his head around the overwhelming sensation, but the one thing he knows for sure, immediately, is that he hates it.

He hates his first kiss unlike anything he’s hated before. Terror and humiliation seize him in equal stride as he realizes he doesn’t really know what to do. He is frozen, for a moment, his own pulse beating wildly in his ears as slimy lips move against his own. When Mr. Torley cups a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to lean into the kiss, his mouth opens instinctively, submitting to the insistence of the movement, and this seems to be exactly what he was looking for. A low, throaty hum vibrates against his mouth and Jaime clamps his eyes shut tight. He feels like he might die. For a moment, he kind of wishes he would.

He doesn’t register the pressure of the hand against his chest until his back is already pressed into the duvet. Mr. Torley sits up then, breaking the kiss, then stands. Jaime doesn’t look at him - he can’t bring himself to - but he can feel his eyes on him anyway. Thick fingers hook into the elastic of the thin, gray pants he had been given three days prior, and his breathing goes flat. Please don’t please don’t please don’t, his brain lights up with panic, every nerve ending in his body on high alert. But he doesn’t move, other than to close his trembling fingers around the material on either side of him, curling the soft fibers of the duvet into his fists. He wants to close his eyes, but he can feel them burning, then swimming with moisture, and he knows if he clamps his eyelids shut, the tears will spill over and he doesn’t want to cry in front of Mr. Torley.

Instead, he stares up at the ceiling fan, focusing on the long, thin blades of wood instead of the feeling of cool air against his lower half as the material is pulled away from him. He hears the rustle of cloth as his pants join the discarded shirt on the carpet at his feet, and then another sound of the same, this time heavier, but he doesn’t dare look away from the grey clump of dust dangling from one of the fan blades above him.

Worse than the chill of the exposure is the heat that follows in the form of skin on skin, an immovable weight settling over his body. His throat jerks in another attempt at a sob, a plea that can’t let free. He swallows it down and tells himself that if he just keeps staring at that one spot of dust, he isn’t really here, that his keeper is not on top of him, that this isn’t about to happen to him.

But he is. It is. There’s no stopping it now. There never was.

“Look at me.”

For the first time, he allows his eyes to slip shut in a quiet moment of defeat - just a singular moment of hesitation before he follows the command. He feels the moisture slipping out at the corners but he can’t do anything to stop them even if his hands weren’t being slowly pressed above his head and into the mattress. When he opens his eyes, he looks up into the cold expression hovering over him, fully eclipsing the spot of his previous focus. It’s just him now. It’s all him, every one of his senses besieged by the one person whose life he is supposed to center himself around now. In that context, perhaps this should feel exactly right.

Somehow, it doesn’t. Not at all.

#whumpmasinjuly #whump #tw: noncon #bbu #kind of #like bbu adjacent?#further exploration to come if i can manage to keep posting #Do No Harm: Jaime & Sebastian #Jaime #Mr. Torley

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