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cher-rei · 4 months

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afterglow- pt.1 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x femreader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

[wc: 2.6k] [part 2] [part 3 ] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8]

genre(s): friends?? to lovers, work romance, fluff

notes: I've had this idea on my mind for months but I had no idea how to execute it at all. also instead of using the y/n insert, I gave the character a name even though it is read from your pov. It just made it easier to write lmao

"ms carter?"

your heart dropped at the sound of your name being called by an unfamiliar voice, which was something you were going to have to get used to. nonetheless, you turned around to see an older man approaching you with a warm smile and something in his hand.

when he got close enough he put out his hand and you politely shook it as a greeting, still not sure who you were talking to. before you could speak up however, you were interrupted by something being put in your hand.

"this is your staff id," the older man said and you took a closer look at the lanyard in your hand. the picture you had taken less than a few weeks ago was set neatly inside with your name, and position.

carter, jaime

[public relations manager- social media and marketing department]

public relations manager. those three words were enough to make you feel light headed.

you liked to think that your employment on liverpool fc's marketing team was nothing but pure luck. from the moment you handed in your resume for your university final year internship out of pure whim, then to you getting accepted for whatever reason until you got the email no less than a month after graduation asking you to come in for an interview.

all that lead up to the moment you were currently in. standing in the middle of the empty anfield stadium that you had visited for nearly every home game since you were a child. it was nothing but pure luck.

you were broken out of your daze by the older man chuckling about something, which showed that you hadn't heard a single word he said during the past five minutes. you mustered up a smile regardless to play it off and proceeded to follow him for what you thought was a building tour.

"I just realised that I never properly introduced myself," he laughed dryly and gestured for you to step into the tunnel before him. "I'm billy hogan- chief executive officer and I'm ever so sorry for being in a rush right now but I'd like you to be at the training center within the next 30 minutes."

your eyes widened in shock, your feet absentmindedly picking up its pace while hogan continued to speed through the building tour, leaving no room for questions but you decided to make a mental note to ask someone else when you got the chance.

you were escorted to the black s.u.v along with hogan immediately, running through the hundreds of questions you had at the moment. you know you only had room for one though before he was on another phone call.

"uhm sir-"

"yes ms carter?" the older man addressed without trailing his gaze from his cellphone screen or the pile of documents in front of him.

oh gosh.

you managed to clear your throat. "I'm not too sure why I'll be needed at the training center. shouldn't I be in the office or..."

when he heard you start to trail off, hogan shut the folder in his lap and turned to look at you with an expression you couldn't quite read. there was a moment of awkward silence that passed between the two of you in the backseat of the s.u.v, the driver not paying any mind to the conversation.

"our last marketing manager had to be fired because we found out that he was leaking information out to reporters and news broadcasters along with four other employees."

oh shit.

you shuffled in your seat as you tried to think of a response to the news but whenever you parted your lips to say something hogan would raise his finger as a sign that he wasn't done talking. so you swallowed the bitter taste in your mouth along with any comments and listened intently.

did it sound like he was targeting you and bordelined threatening you? yes, yes it did. but you were sure he meant well and was only trying to bring his point across.

"we're low on staff and that's why you were handed two very crucial roles and are expected to make up for the losses. you'll be working alongside the team as you read in the contract," he began once again with a knowing look which made your stomach drop.

because you didn't read the contract. not fully at least. your older sister was the one who urged you to sign it the second it was sent to your house. hell, it could've stated that you were required to donate an organ and you wouldn't have known all because your were too excited and didn't spare anything a second glance.

"but why didn't you just promote people that were already in the department instead of giving me the position straight away?"

hogan let out a dry chuckle and tended to his phone once again, not looking back at you. "because nobody else wanted the position. it's dangerous up there ms carter. so you may feel important right now, but if you can't handle the workload and expectations it's going to get messy."

well this is news to me.

to sum up hogan's lecture and recital of the contract off by heart, you were in fact set up to be working alongside the team as a higher ranking media representative because there needed to be more field work done. no pun intended.

but the fact that nobody else was up for the position didn't sit right with you.

"just make sure they look good for the camera and keep everyone entertained. you're an influencer yourself, so I'm entrusting you to keep everything in order. you were hired because you are young and are in the game already. so keep yourself level-headed and do your best."

no pressure I guess??

deciding to wear sneakers instead of heels today was by the far the best decision you've made in weeks. the weather in liverpool during september was nothing short of horrid. when you stepped out of the car your face was immediately hit with the harsh and crisp air that reminded you why you spent majority of your time indoors.

"welcome to our axa training center," hogan gestured to the building in front of you, it's ceiling to floor windows having you gawking in awe. "this is where you'll be spending a good amount of your time, but it's not as bad as it seems I promise."

what's so bad about watching a bunch of professional football players train half naked?

unlike your last building tour, hogan actually took his time showing you around this time. from the lobby, breakroom, staff rooms, gym and finally to the field where the team was out practicing-- or at least that's what you thought was happening judging by all the screaming.

the second you stepped foot out onto the field, klopp turned to look at you with a welcoming smile.

did he just sense my presence??

you felt frozen in your spot, the world had practically stopped spinning the second he called you and hogan over. when you made it over he halted his conversation with the person beside him to shake your hand.

"it's lovely to finally meet you ms carter," the team's manager politely greeted and it took every single nerve in your body for you to not do something stupid.

you bashfully laughed and brushed his comment off, "if anything, the pleasure is mine. I am extremely honoured to be working in this position."

after a few moments of getting to know each other and klopp giving you a bit of an idea of what he expected media-wise, you realised that you had work cut out for you, judging by klopp saying, "think of this as your second family. the team needs something different, and you ms carter, are exactly the home improvement that we need."

you felt like the weight of the world had just been put on your shoulders again, and his tone of utter sincerity wasn't making it any less pressurising. of course you wanted to do well and give your all into this role but it was going to take a bit of time getting used to.

I should have read that damn contract.

"would you like to meet the team?" klopp asked with a smile and lightly patted your shoulder.

the gesture alone was enough to render you speechless, and you weren't quite sure if you heard him correctly. "would I like to do what?"

"boys!"

your eyes widened in shock as he called the team over. you didn't know what to do or say, your fight or flight mode had nearly been activated and you swore you were about to sprint out of the training center, all the way back home.

you anxiously fiddled with your fingers, not knowing what to do with your hands as you watched the group of soccer players head your way with little to no care to which klopp gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "don't worry, they won't bite."

you mustered up an awkward laugh, muttering under your breath as you mentally prepared yourself for the moment. you obviously hadn't met any of them before, the closest you had gotten was going to the stadium to watch their matches.

the closest you had gotten to any interaction with any professional soccer player in general however, would be at the beginning of the year when jude bellingham followed you back on Instagram. which was still the best day of your life up to date.

you were awestruck, words unable to form as they all huddled up in front of you. you could see the sweat beading on their foreheads which caused a shiver to travel down your spine.

"boys this is ms jaime carter." klopp gestured to you and you managed a small wave, trying to ignore the sound of your heart beating in your ears. "she'll be working with us from now on, as manager of the pr manager for both the marketing and social media departments."

you were greeted with a choir of 'hello's' and listened to klopp give everyone the run-down and a little enlightenment into the situation regarding the last bundle of staff that had to be cut off so abruptly.

"pfft, snitches."

you head turned to look in the direction of the comment, that was immediately reprimanded.

"curtis," klopp started and the soccer player pursed his lips apologetically.

"sorry boss."

"aren't you a little too young to be the manager of two departments?"

your eyebrows raised at the question from harvey. klopp and hogan had to attend to a last minute call from the clubs directors so you were left with the team to "get to know each other", but most of them got back to training which left you with harvey, curtis and trent.

you shifted your weight to your right leg, your head tilting to the side challengingly as you eyed the boy. "well you're younger than i am and playing professional football. what does me being a pr manager make any difference?"

trent and curtis couldn't help but snicker at your counter, jokingly mocking their younger teammate until he got visibly irritated.

"you can't deny us the right to laugh at you," trent said jokingly and kicked the ball to harvey, who passed it to cutis again.

their banter went on for a few minutes as you watched the ball pass between the three of them until harvey spoke up again.

"you're straight out of university though so--"

his sentence was cut off by someone yelling, "ball!", to which you all instinctively looked up only to realise a little to late that it was headed in your direction.

shit.

you backed away just in time to get the ball before it hit the ground. the second it came into contact with your foot, you sent it back virgil's way to which he gave you a smile.

a familiar feeling stired up in your stomach after, but you pushed it aside and for back to your train of thought. "and you're straight out of high-school. so i rest my case."

a moment of silence took over, trent and curtis both shifting their gazes from you and all the way over to virgil who was over at the goal post.

harvey was taking the moment to recollect your high school comment. it was because he was short wasn't it? that's all people had to throw at him these days.

it was trent's turn to speak up, his eyebrows raised while curtis muttered to himself about the distance or something like that. "have you played before?"

before you could answer, your name was being called by hogan since it was time to get back to the office building. you huffed out a breath and sent the three boys a smile.

"looks like today's 'q and a' was cut short." you took a few steps back, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your puffer jacket. "you might as well stock them up for next time. I'll be more than happy to feed your curious minds."

#trent alexander arnold fluff #footballer x reader #trent alexander arnold x reader #liverpoolfc x reader #trent alexander arnold fanfic #footballer imagine #cherrei writes

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adorethedistance · 6 months

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Baby Fever (2) - Trevor Zegras x Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

Words: 2417

Requested: Can you please do a trevor blurb where him and y/n go to a pumpkin patch with their nephew and Trevor's playing with their nephew and y/n gets so much baby fever please

A/n: Back already I know ! Here's part 2 to Baby Fever lol hope y'all enjoyed Part 1. I've decided this is going to be a 3 part fic bc I wanted to write a smut as well but this part was already getting too long for my liking. Therefore, part 3 is gonna be an almost plotless smut lol. Enjoy my loves !!

“Can I have aux?” Trevor asks, unplugging my phone before I can say anything.

“Please, help yourself,” I say pointedly, making fun of his impatience. He merely scrunches his nose and sticks his tongue out at me though there’s no real maliciousness behind it. “Let’s stick to child appropriate content only. I don’t need the little guy to go home with some new words. Dani will have my head.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Trevor salutes me but doesn’t look up from his phone. After a moment he presses a button and “Mr. Perfectly Fine (Taylor’s Version)” begins to play. I roll my eyes. This is the fourth time Trevor has made us listen through this album this week.

“At this point, I think you’re doing this to spite me.”

“Come on, babe!” He turns over his shoulder to look at Greyson, “You like Taylor, right Grey?”

Stretching up to look in the rearview, I see Greyson frown and shrug his shoulders indifferently. The gesture makes me laugh and I quickly glance at Trevor with a smug smile.

“You guys are just haters,” Trevor pouts, making no effort to change the music.

Once we arrive at the pumpkin patch, I put the car into park and as soon as I do, Trevor unbuckles to sit up and grab my chin with his hand and kiss me swiftly. The action is surprising at first, but I allow myself to melt into the kiss and pull away with a smile.

“Let’s go!” Greyson jeers from the back seat. Trevor and I laugh before getting out of the car in synchronized pacing. I open the rear driver’s side door to reach in and unbuckle Greyson. He slides out of the seat on his own before leaping out of the car and I step back surprised. When I step backwards I bump into Trevor who had seemingly materialized out of thin air. He catches my hips in his hands before running his thumb over the waistband of my jeans. I shoot him a look that’s partially alluring, partially mocking,

“One kiss is all it took?” He shrugs and spins me around to kiss me again. Blinking away his smugness, he holds out his open hand for me to take and together we enter the patch. Greyson, who was pushing ahead until he came to the entrance, suddenly became shy about the crowd of people. He turns around to look at me and Trevor and I extend him my free hand which he bashfully accepts.

We enter the patch, taking in the expansive set up. The carnival lights amidst the sunset are simply gorgeous, but Greyson doesn’t care to take in the scenery. He holds my hand tightly, pulling full steam ahead toward a stand that’s pouring warm cider. He watches eagerly before looking up at me and Trevor.

“You wanna try some?” I ask to which he agrees. Grabbing a drink from the booth, I make sure it’s not too hot before handing him the cup. Greyson takes one sip, then cringes and hands it back to Trevor.

“No, thank you!” Trevor and I laugh before he pops off the lid and takes a sip for himself.

“Buddy, you’re insane. That’s amazing,” he then hands me the cup for a sip, and I hum in delight. Trevor gives me a smug look and I shove his shoulder back.

“Mind out of the gutter, Zegras.” Luckily the cider cup is small, so he and I can down it quickly between the two of us. Greyson then gently tugs on the fabric of Trevor’s hoodie to grab his attention. He bends down to talk to Greyson,

“What’s up?”

“Can we go over there?” Greyson asks, pointing to the petting zoo area.

“Sure thing, bud. Is it okay if we hold hands so I don’t get lost in the crowd?” Suddenly inflated by a sense of protection, Greyson nods ‘yes’ and takes Trevor’s right hand to head toward the petting zoo. Standing back up, he takes my hand in his left and leans down to say,

“We should have a baby. Or two.” After the words leave his mouth, I turn to look at him like he’s crazy, only managing to expel a laugh of disbelief. “We’d be great parents!” As I scoff a laugh, Trevor looks genuinely confused as to why I’m amused by his bright idea.

“Trevor, you are twenty-two years old. We are not having a baby any time soon.”

“Good for you!” I hear a stranger's voice call. I turn to see we passed a group of younger gen z kids that were standing by me and my statement. The moment makes me laugh and I look at Trevor.

“We have our hands full at the moment anyway.”

A pen that stands around four feet tall encases a few sheep who are grazing, disinterested in being surrounded by smaller children. Greyson stares at the sheep, fascinated by their dense wool coats. Trevor lets go of my hand to squat down to Greyson’s level.

“Look, bud. The sign says their names are Molly, Blue, and Hudson.”

“Which one is which?” Greyson asks simply, afraid to look away from the sheep in the event that he’d miss a single moment. Trevor begins pointing at the different sheep as I pull out my phone to take pictures for Dani and Troy.

“Well, let’s look at the pictures. That one is wearing a blue ribbon so that’s blue. Hudson’s picture has an orange tag, and that one right there has an orange tag.”

“So that’s Hudson!” Greyson finishes cheerfully.

“You got it! Way to go, buddy!” Trevor holds up his hand and Greyson excitedly high fives him. When he stands up, he takes Greyson’s hand and leads him to the horse enclosure nearby. There’s a bucket of various foods on the side of the enclosure so visitors can feed the horses. Trevor grabs a carrot and demonstrates to Greyson how to feed the horses. Since the horses are much taller than the grazing sheep, Trevor lifts Greyson with ease to hold him right in front of the smallest horse in the enclosure. Greyson carefully follows Trevor’s instructions, and feeds a carrot to the content animal. As he holds Greyson up, Trevor looks at me and smiles, allowing me to snap the cutest photo ever. In finishing the carrot, the horse had licked Greyson’s hand which made him giggle at the sensation.

“Let’s wash your hands before we do anything else, yeah?” Trevor walks with Greyson over to the portable sink. It’s the kind of faucet that requires you to pump a foot pedal to run the water. After it takes him a second to figure it out, Trevor holds Greyson up to the sink and operates the pedal. As Greyson is rubbing his hands together with soap, Trevor runs the water, only for it to stop once Greyson actually places his hands beneath it.

“What the?” The little boy exclaims as the water disappears.

“That’s so weird, why is it doing that?” Trevor says, pretending to be confused, “Try again.”

Greyson does and Trevor repeats the bit once more, and I can’t help but laugh. Looking up, Trevor smiles victoriously at having made me laugh and I swoon a little bit. Greyson catches on and is unable to keep from laughing as Trevor keeps repeating the action.

Once he finally washes up, Greyson leads us to the largest pumpkins in the patch. They’re nearly the same size as him, which translates to needing to climb on them in Greyson’s mind. He sits on the top of the pumpkin happily, and I pull out my phone to snap more pictures for Dani. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Trevor pull out his phone and begin taking pictures of me taking pictures of Greyson.

“Wow, you guys are such a beautiful family,” I hear from behind me. Turning around, an older lady watches the scene unfold with an adoring smile.

“Oh, we’re-”

“Thank you!” Trevor cuts me off. He shoots me a look that says ‘just roll with it’ and I oblige.

“How old are you, young man?” She asks Greyson, who cowers nervously.

“Three and a half,” he says shyly and she smiles comfortingly.

“Wow, you’re so grown up! And how long have you been together, mom and dad?”

“Together for four years, married for three,” Trevor replies seamlessly, as if he’s thought about this before.

“Oh, you’re married! How wonderful. I didn’t see any rings, but I was curious.”

“Yeah, we almost lost them at last year’s pumpkin patch visit, so they’re in the car,” I say with the same nonchalant tone as Trevor. He looks at me, almost impressed with the backstory I’d conjured out of nowhere. I smile and peck his cheek as if we were telling the truth.

“My word, that sounds awful! I’m glad you found them though.”

“Yeah, us too,” Trevor affectionately places his hand on my lower back with a smug smile.

“If you want, I could take some pictures of you all, as a family?”

“Sure!” Trevor says before leading me to sit near the pumpkin Greyson is sitting on. We pose together like a JCPenney portrait session and I’m trying so hard not to laugh. The idea of pretending to be a family is an interesting backstory for these photos.

“Here you are, dearie. You take care now.” The old lady hands me my phone and smiles brightly before turning to her own grandchildren. Once the lady wanders out of earshot I turn to Trevor and inquire, “Together for four years, married for three?”

“A guy can dream, no?”

“Keyword dream.”

“Y/n?” Greyson speaks from atop the large pumpkin.

“Yes, Greyson?” I ask politely.

“Can we get a pumpkin?” I turn to Trevor and raise one brow quizzically.

“What kinda budget are we working with here?” He gives me a nod that suggests somewhere in the mid range. I stand up fully and offer my hand to Greyson, “Sure, but let’s go look at some of the smaller ones okay? I don’t think your parents would be cool with a pumpkin that weighs more than you do.”

“Will you hold me?” Greyson asks, but before I can respond, Trevor picks him up by the legs, dangling him upside down with incredible ease. Greyson screeches with laughter, unable to control the series of giggles.

“Put me down!”

“But I’m holding you! This is what you wanted!”

“No! I want Y/n to hold me!” Trevor flips Greyson around before setting him back down on the ground. Immediately on his feet, Greyson runs over to me and hugs my legs for safety. I pick him up to hold him on my left hip and hug him after he lays his head on my chest.

“You’re safe! He can’t get you now.” Trevor comes up behind me to hug me and Greyson before leaning down to kiss me briefly. After he kisses me, Trevor pulls away slowly until Greyson presses his hand against Trevor’s chest, pushing him away from me. I can’t stop the hearty laugh that escapes me at the gesture and Trevor holds up his hands in appalment.

“What? I can’t kiss my girlfriend?!”

“No!” Greyson fiercely yells back.

“Unbelievable.”

“You should’ve bought me that fancy dinner before it was too late,” I shrug playfully and Trevor scrunches his nose at me in jest. Together, we walk over to a stack of hay bales that display a plethora of mini pumpkins. Looking at the different options, I would pick up a pumpkin to hand to Greyson for his inspection. He rejected some, and pondered others, until we came across one specific pumpkin.

“Look at this one, Grey. It’s white like that one you liked but without the orange stripes.”

“Yeah! That one!”

“And is that because you’re a white supremacist?”

“Uh huh!” My joke is lost on Greyson but Trevor laughs so hard he has to walk away for a moment. When he returns, he’s still laughing slightly, but it’s settled into a sweet smile.

“You’d be a great mom, Y/n.”

“...Shut up.”

“What?! I’m serious.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Y/n-” Greyson begins, but whatever he was about to say is stifled by a lengthy yawn and I check my phone to see the time is 7:32.

“We gotta get you home little buddy.”

“I don’t want to!” He tries to argue as his vision is blocked by drooping eyelids.

“We’ll hang out again soon, bud. I promise.”

“Okay,” He says through another yawn, nearly dropping the pumpkin he had worked so hard to select.

“Trev, can you take him so I can pay?” Trevor then grabs the pumpkin from Greysons tired hand. Holding the pumpkin in his left hand, he takes Greyson to hold him on his right hip. As I go to take the pumpkin from Trevor, he begins walking toward the exit without a word. I curiously follow him and watch as he steps up to the cashier, paying for the pumpkin and supporting Greyson with ease. Observing the moment brings a small smile to my face, and I feel my cheeks flush slightly at the idea of maybe having a family with him down the road.

Only after he pays does Trevor finally relinquish possession of the pumpkin. I hold his free hand in my own as we walk to the parking lot. Trevor brushes the pad of his thumb on the back of my hand and I squeeze his hand gently.

“This was fun.”

“Next time we have Baby Terry I want to plan the date.”

“Gladly.”

“I’m not a baby,” Greyson tries to argue which makes Trevor and I laugh. His eyes are fully closed but he’s still slightly alert. As we reach the car, I use the remote key to unlock the doors, allowing Trevor to place Greyson in his car seat. Once he’s seated and buckled in, Trevor closes the car door. I move to open the driver’s door, but Trevor catches my wrist in his hand and pulls me close. His toned body is pressed flush against mine, dropping his hands to interlace his fingers behind my back. Trevor dips his head down to lovingly kiss me and I kiss back until it dissolves into a smile.

“Still opposed to having a baby?”

“Admittedly, a little less than before, but still opposed.”

“Hmm…” Trevor exaggeratedly ponders my response before lifting one brow, “What about babymaking?”

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final-girl96 · 4 months

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Broke Wolrd: Chapter Nineteen

“Somebody must know something. Somebody somewhere,” Andrea said. “There are others, right? Other facilities?” Carol asked. Jenner looked at them and nodded “There may be some. People like me,” he said. “But you don't know? How can you not know?” I asked. Jenner sighed and walked away while saying “Everything went down. Communications, directives... all of it. I've been in the dark for almost a month. He looked around at all of us. “So it's not just here. There's nothing left anywhere? Nothing? That's what you're really saying, right?” Andrea asked. “Man, I'm gonna get shit-faced drunk… again,” Daryl said, shaking his head.

Dale moved forward, Dr. Jenner, I know this has been taxing for you and I hate to ask one more question, but... That clock... It's counting down. What happens at zero?” Dale asked, pointing at the large clock on the wall, the one I had noticed last night. Jenner walked further away to one of the computers and said, “The basement generators... they run out of fuel.” Everyone looked at each other in confusion. “And then?” Dale asked. “Vi, what happens when the power runs out?” Rick asked. Vi began to speak, “When the power runs out, facility-wide decontamination will occur.”

“Decontamination... What does that mean?” Glenn asked. Jenner walked away without another word. Shane, Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog went down to the basement. The rest of the group went back to our rooms. It was useless for them to be in the basement. The building was going to shut down; then it was going to destroy itself. “We have to get out of here,” I said, pacing back and forth. Daryl was sitting on the couch, bottle of wine in his hand. He didn't say anything and when I was about to say something, the air conditioner went off and the lights went out.

Jenner started walking down the hall and everyone filed behind him, asking questions about the air and lights. He simply replied that the building was shutting itself down. We walked into the big room just as Eick Shane, Glenn, and T-Dog came back from the basement. It wasn't surprising to me that they're wasn't any fuel left. Shot really hit when Jenner told everyone what would happen when the clock hits zero. “He means that the building is going to blow. The air will set fire and before you can blink it will be over. He's locked us in here; there is no way out! Isn't that right, Jenner?!”

“It's painless. I mean you said,” he looked at Rick. “Everyone you know and love will be dead soon.” Lori looked at Rick with wide eyes. “You really said that, man?” Shane asked. Rick tried to explain and then he was back to telling Jenner to let us out. We were completely locked in the big room. A large door came down over the main door to the room, there was no way to break it. When T-Dog and Glenn started hitting it with axes, Jenner told them that it was built to withstand a missile launcher. Of course it was, this place holds very dangerous diseases.

Everyone was getting worked up, Carol and Lori were trying to comfort their children while trying to not fall apart themselves. Rick and Shane had to hold Daryl back when he launched himself towards Jenner. At one point Rick and Shane got into it when Shane started popping off rounds into the computers. Eventually Jenner let us out and everyone started towards the door to grab our things and get out before the building blew. Well not all of us. Jacquie stayed behind and so did Andrea. Dale didn't accept Andrea wanting to stay behind so he stayed with her. There wasn't anything Anyone could do or say to change anyone's minds.

Out in the lobby we had to figure out what to do to get out. The doors were locked and there was no way to unlock them. Shane tried to shoot the glass but nothing happened. Then Carol pulled a fucking grenade out of her purse and handed it to Rick. He took it in shaky hands and placed it near the window, barely making it far enough away when it went off, shattering the glass. As soon as it was over everyone quickly filed out and made for the vehicles, taking walkers out along the way. Shane went to his jeep, me and Daryl got into his truck, and the rest got into the RV and we all ducked down. Seconds before the building blew, Dale and Andrea ran out and took cover.

Daryl pulled me down so my top half was laying on the seat and his body covered mine. The truck rocked back and forth from the blast and a wave of heat hit us along with it. My ears rang from the loud explosion even though I had covered my ears. The minutes went by slowly making it feel like hours before we sat up. “We have to get out of here. every walker in the city just heard that and is probably on their way.” Daryl grunted in agreement and started the truck. Dale and Andrea rushed into the RV. T-dog ran out and hopped into the van and we started to roll out.

We didn't get very far when Shane's jeep broke down and he couldn't get it to turn over. He made it to the RV just before a group of walkers caught up to him. We followed Rick as he made his way into the city. I was confused at first until I realized where he was going. We were at the nursing home where those guys we had ran into when Rick, Daryl, Glenn, and T came back to get Merle. But when we walked through the court yard it was full of walkers. The inside wasn't any better; there weren't any walkers but everyone was dead.

Looking closely at the bodies it wasn't hard to tell that walkers didn't kill them. They had gunshot wounds to the head; people came in here and killed them all execution style. That night we ate the little food we had and stayed upstairs until morning. As soon as the sun came up and the coast was clear we headed back to the vehicles, siphoned the gas out of the van and Daryl's truck, and any other cars nearby, put that in the RV and the Cherokee.

Daryl took his brother's bike off the truck and everything was packed into the RV. Not wanting to be stuffed in the RV I talked Daryl into letting me ride with him. Once everyone was settled we drove out of the city and onto the freeway. Our destination was Fort Benning, which I didn't have any hope for.

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sanccharine · 6 months

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return to you | sy (1)

superhero au, doctor au

pairing: superhero!siyeon x doctor!reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 2.7k

warnings: descriptions of injuries, blood

summary: siyeon is dead set on saving you, even if it means shirking her responsibilities. you weren't going to let her.

a/n: sequel to stay is finally here for this request ! but in parts bc i haven't finished the rest of it lol. also this is the first fic i've posted this year that's not hufflepuff!tzu or assassin!momo, i think ?

part 2 | part 3

“What I'm doing here is under-researched,” you said, swiping your keycard. The glass door unlocked with a click, you pushed the door to enter the main research hub.

Gawking like children at an aquarium, the handful of eager graduates filed in. With a smile on your face, you watch them take in everything that comes into their sight. They split into smaller groups, pointing and discussing the equipment they’ve only seen at a distance. One girl remained at the back, her laptop flat against her front as she looked around at her own pace.

Moments like these make you second-guess your decision to choose research over teaching. You missed teaching, you missed it so much. Actively working with students, helping them when they’re in difficult spots, and being their support system. There was just something invigorating about it. Definitely beats being locked away in a lab for hours on end. But then your desire to discover would be unsated. When you tried to balance them between the two, you only ran yourself into the ground… and dragged down others with you.

For now, taking in graduates is the next best compromise. Of course, that is if they decide to join you.

“Due to the nature of my research, the work hours will be extensive. But you will be appropriately compensated,” you said, making your way to the desk in the middle of the room.

With a swipe of your hand, a screen flickered to life, projecting the most recent test run. Very quickly, you explained the logistics of the experiment and answered any questions the students asked. And pretty soon, your hour had come to an end.

“Depending on what area you decide to work in, you will be based in different locations,” some students were already flipping to the map on their brochure. “But otherwise, this is the end of your tour. Now it's up to you to make your decision. Good job making it this far!”

With another swipe of the hand, the screen flickered off as the students clapped. They dispersed, no doubt considering their decisions with fellow graduates before they were asked to leave. Some of them were familiar faces. You already knew what research programs they would pick, even if they didn’t know it themselves yet. While others milled around discussing their thoughts, one young girl made her way to you. If you remember correctly, her name was Lee Gahyeon.

“Doctor, it was lovely to see you again,” with her laptop tucked in one hand, she extended the other to shake yours.

“It’s lovely to see you again too, Gahyeon,” you said, accepting her hand, “but I have to say I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Why’s that?” she asked, using her hand to push up her glasses.

“I just didn’t think this was—”

An explosion rocked the building, throwing both you and Gahyeon off balance. On instinct, you grabbed her, your arm breaking her fall. There was a moment of stillness before a hissing sound filtered in. Another blast sent tremors through the ground.

You covered Gahyeon’s face with your arm but fortunately, nothing fell on the both of you.

The explosion wasn’t at your building. But it was close enough.

Evacuation alarms began to blare as the lights flashed red.

“Take the stairs on the left! Door is unlocked,” you ordered over the alarms.

The students were filing out as asked while you picked yourself up from the floor. Helping Gahyeon up, you scanned her for injuries. She seemed to be fine, still clutching her laptop protectively.

“Are you injured?” you asked just for good measure, as you led her to the exit.

“No, Doctor, I’m alright,” Gahyeon said, oddly unperturbed.

You nodded, patting your right pocket to make sure your access key was still on you. Another blast rocked the building just as you made the stairs, you weren’t easily thrown this time. The lower you went, the more crowded it became as even more people poured in from the floors. Thankfully, only a handful of students were left in your care, all of whom were still in your sight. However, that didn’t last long.

The main lobby, usually pristine and quiet, was now chaotic. A mass of panicked people moved in all directions, struggling to find those they’d lost or rushing to the entrance. A sight like this was commonplace in your city, you were trained for it. But it still stopped you for a moment. Fortunately, security guards were already evacuating people through the intended emergency exit. Yet, you still wanted to make sure the graduates made it though.

You only looked away for a second. You don’t know how you lost sight of her but Gahyeon wasn’t there.

You couldn’t help it. You had to look for her.

The security guards called after you, but you were already making your way towards the lobby's main entrance. It was stupid. It was even more stupid to believe you’d find her in this crowd. People shoved and stepped on your feet, you were breathing harder. The moment you passed the glass doors, air filtered back into your lungs. But it offered no relief because it was thick suffocating smoke.

Then that hissing sound returned.

Much clearer now.

You couldn’t locate it.

You couldn’t make sense of it.

You couldn’t do anything but watch the building across the street erupt.

People screamed as they scattered with the blast, weightless much like the glass shards pouring down.

You only remembered the sensation of flight before everything went black.

A strange stiffness, not exactly numbness, spread down the length of your left shoulder accompanied by searing pain just above your elbow. That was the first thing you felt.

The second was the incessant pats on your cheek. Groaning, you waved your right hand in hopes of getting the patting to stop. Instead, you were welcomed with a cry.

Your eyes fluttered open and with great struggle, they were able to focus. You were face to face with Siyeon, unmasked. That unsettled you.

Siyeon looked as though she’d just run across the city, fighting every local gang, drug cartel, and trafficking port, all in a span of an hour. Her face was caked with dirt and blood. Her mask sat bunched up beneath her chin. That midnight black hair of hers, depthless as always, was pulled back tightly, a few escaped strands sutkc to her sweaty forhead. Yet, the most startling features were Siyeon’s eyes. All white with how wide they were, peering right through you.

You pulled away from her. Uncomfortable under her stare, but not as uncomfortable as the jagged stone pressing into your sore back. Siyeon had you propped up against a brick wall. Still regaining your bearings, you didn’t make out what she was muttering when she pulled you into a hug. Her face nuzzled into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, her tears wetting your skin.

“I thought I lost—I thought you,” her voice was barely audible over your groan. “You were—”

Her breath hitched as a sob passed her lips. However, you couldn’t tear your eyes from the flashing lights and the faint sounds of sirens… situated buildings away from you. The real indicator of how far away you were from everything was the eighty-floor skyscraper illuminated by a terrifying array of blue and red. The main headquarters of your research facility.

“Siyeon, where are we?” you couldn’t help but ask even though it was pretty clear you were in a secluded alley, safe from everything going on.

Your voice was raspy, understandably so, your tongue felt like sandpaper when you tried to wet your lips. Siyeon tried to compose herself. Inhaling and exhaling into your neck, feeling your warmth, your pulse underneath her hand before pushing away. She took a moment to look at you again, a sort of relief passed over her breath and stuttered out. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her tears trailing a clear path through dirt and dried blood, but they didn’t look afraid anymore.

“You’re hurt, I found you, passed out, you—” Siyeon paused, closing her eyes when her breath hitched again. When your working hand cupped her cheek, she exhaled, no stuttering this time. “I brought you away from the explosions. The blast knocked you out, completely.”

Siyeon sputtered when mentioning that but caught herself. She covered your hand with hers and pushed her cheek into your grasp, sighing at the sensation.

“I found you on the stairs, at the entrance to building two. There's a huge gash down your left arm, I think you lost quite a bit of blood. I don’t think you’re concussed,” you felt fine apart from the pain in your left arm, just slightly exhausted. You shook your head and Siyeon finally let out a chuckle. “Alright, Doc, you’re not concussed. But you’re still injured and I’m taking you home. That’s final.”

“Siyeon, don’t—”

“I said that’s final!” Siyeon yelled, gripping both your shoulders and pushing you into the wall.

You looked at her. She looked at you.

In an instant, she fell backwards, clasping both her hands to her chest as you let out a pained gasp.

Clenching your teeth, you tilted your head up to breathe in hopes of alleviating the pain. A soft whimper from the back of your throat escaped you without permission and you glared at the sky. You needed to get used to this pain and get used to it fast. You couldn’t let it deter your focus. You were wasting time.

With a groan, you focused all your energy on curling your fingers into a fist. The pain that shot up your left arm was sharp, making you shudder. But once the sensation passed, so did the stiffness. You did just that a few more times, all the while not missing how Siyeon kept mumbling apologies.

“Siyeon,” you called to her, finally able to somewhat lift your left arm.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

“Siyeon, please,” you nudged her with your leg.

She just shook her head. Her nails dug into her thighs as she kneeled before you, almost reverent.

“Siyeon, please, would you just look at me?”

She scrunched her eyes shut, blowing out a shaky breath. Then, from underneath her lashes, Siyeon looked up at you.

“Come here,” you extended your right hand.

Akin to a wary animal, she gingerly took your hand before moving forward. When you pulled her close to you, a deep exhale left as her forehead found purchase on your shoulder again. Naturally, you wrapped your arm around her, running circles on her back as she continued to mutter apologies. Siyeon had stopped her sobbing, yet she continued to tremble, so much that you tightened your hold on her. You’ve never seen her so distraught.

“I’m here, I’m fine,” you pressed her flush against your side before repeating the words.

A few moments later, she pulled back. Only enough to look down at her. Her breathing was back to normal, but tears still stained her eyes. You couldn’t take the look she was giving you.

“Now you know how I felt every time you showed up at my door,” you breathed out.

It was supposed to be a joke. At least, you think that was the intention. Something to alleviate the tension.

It didn’t come out that way.

There was too much honesty in that statement to ever treat it so lightly. You couldn’t help but pour some of the animosity you’d felt in the years you were together. All of those tiny moments building up to your painful separation. You wished you reigned in your emotions better.

Because it was wrong.

It was wrong to throw that in her face, now of all times. Especially when she was so close, that you could witness every single emotion that flicked across her face.

“I hated every second of it. I never want to feel it again.”

Right, if only it was that easy.

“You handled it way better than I did,” Siyeon confessed. A strange look passed her face when she glanced at your arm. “Even now.”

Siyeon didn’t give you the chance to respond. She pulled back as she furiously swiped at her eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line. Perhaps, that was smart of her. And maybe for once, you’ll bite your tongue.

Sighing, you reached out to her. You carefully drag the pad of your thumb across her furrowed eyebrows, a familiar instinct. Then just as naturally, you moved to place a kiss on her forehead.

“Are you—” Siyeon nodded before you could finish the question.

“I’m still taking you home,” Siyeon shook her head when you tried to speak. “You have to let me take you home. Please, I’m not leaving you here. I can’t leave you here.”

“I’m fine, I promise,” Siyeon sent you a scathing glare but you pressed on. “We’re not too far away—”

“You’re aware you’re telling that to the person who carried you here, right?” Siyeon asked, folding her arms. “Who, by the way, happens to have superpowers and still is tired and sweaty from the trip.”

“I think you’re more sweaty from all the anxiety when you thought I—”

“Too soon. Not funny.”

Siyeon always managed to lighten the situation with you. Maybe jokes were just not your thing.

“It is far, fine. But I am feeling better,” it was your time to shake your head when she tried to interject. “I’m not concussed but still exhausted, walking back would be a terrible idea, I know. I can probably get a cab back to my hospital—”

“Oh, you mean the hospital that’s up in flames?”

“Our buildings weren’t being attacked,” you rolled your eyes at her exaggeration. “Actually, I think they were energy blasts with—”

“That is still an attack,” Siyeon deadpanned and you shook your head, vehemently. There was something more, that familiar hissing before the disruptive blast.

“No, no, you don’t—never mind, that’s not the problem right now,” you said, filing the thought away. “Seriously, our buildings weren’t being attacked. Only those in our vicinity were.”

“This was a distraction,” Siyeon answered and you nodded eagerly, unable to hide the surge of pride.

“More or less, they’re after something else,” you glanced at the skyscraper ahead, now surrounded by helicopters. “And there's a good chance it's back in our labs.”

“Then I’m definitely not letting you go back or anywhere near your lab until—”

A beep interrupted Siyeon. A beep you were once familiar with.

You sent Siyeon a confused look, but she just mirrored yours.

The beep played again. You definitely recognized that sound.

Siyeon, still a bit confused, backed away from you. She lifted her left wrist and pushed back her sleeve. Instead of showing the time like it usually did, Siyeon’s watch glowed a vibrant blue. An incoming call. Siyeon could only stare, frozen in place.

“Tell me that’s not who I think it is?” you whispered.

“Yes, it is,” Siyeon muttered back, fingers shaking as they inched closer to the screen.

“I thought you stopped working for them.”

“I thought so too,” she scoffed when a familiar face appeared. The watch answered the call for Siyeon, a shaky hologram washing her in a blue light.

“Cygnus Protocol,” your blood chilled. You looked up to catch Siyeon’s gaze, but all she did was glare holes into the hologram. “Agents report to these coordinates,” with that, the face disappeared and was replaced by a map.

“Wait, wait, agents?!” you asked, on instinct looking at every hidden corner for a camera. When you couldn’t find anything, you pulled away and pressed yourself against the brick wall, as if you could become one with it. “How does he know?”

“That’s what I’m thinking,” Siyeon said as she studied the map with a frown. It was quite the distance, in fact, it was the exact opposite of where you were currently situated. Near the other side of the city.

Meaningless blasts. Out of bound distress call. Something wasn’t adding up here. You must get back to the labs. And Siyeon—

“Siyeon, you have to go,” she only chewed her bottom lip as she considered it. “You have to leave if he—”

“Would you go?” Siyeon asked, swiping at her watch before looking up at you.

You gulped, afraid for the first time tonight.

Without the blue light, Siyeon was only dimly lit by the moonlight. The flickering street lights far down the alleyway, painted her shadows much darker so that it was difficult to discern her clearly.

However, one thing was abundantly clear.

Siyeon was angry.

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: i'll post the rest of it when im not crying over my exams ;-; anyways hope everyone has a good day/night !

tagging: @someone-who-likes-broccoli

#mala's collection #sanccharine #siyeon x reader #dreamcatcher x reader #siyeon imagines #dreamcatcher imagines #superhero au #doctor au #return to you

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kaminocasey · 2 years

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Do You Hear the People Sing Part 2

Summary: You wake up in a cell. Anakin Skywalker questions you. Fox hurts your heart a little more.

Pairing: Commander Fox x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI; Angst

WC: 1.7K

A/N: I swear that I've got a plan for this story.

Part One | Part Three

The lights are bright as you come to. You rub your eyes, looking around. You see Commander Thorn in front of you as you realize you're laying on the concrete bench of a cell you’ve never been in. You sit straight up, then regret it immediately as you start to feel lightheaded, letting out a cough. No matter how masked up you were, teargas still managed to get in through the crevices.

Thorn is standing there, arms crossed, looking down at you.

“Thorn.” You cough.

“Don’t ‘Thorn’ me. What the hell happened?” He asks you.

There’s no malice in his voice. Just concern.

“Where’s Fox? Does he know I’m here?” You ask him, noticing the bottle of water next to you.

You remember Fox telling you he told all the Corrie guards to start giving detainees water as a sign of respect. You’re glad that they listened to him as you take a swig from the bottle.

“Not yet.” He tells you. “I’m the one that the CPD officer brought you to.”

“Oh… is there any way you could not tell Fox?” You ask him.

He sighs. “You know the answer to that.”

You do, unfortunately.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright before I let Fox know you were here.” Thorn tells you. “I do, however, know that you were supposed to leave. Why didn’t you?”

“You know the answer to that.” You shrug.

You couldn’t leave your people behind.

Thorn and Fox are really close, so he knew about you and Fox right away. Thorn was accepting almost immediately even though the clones aren’t technically supposed to be in relationships. You know, since they’re “only made to do one thing in life”. That being slaving away for the Republic. You wonder if Thorn knows about Fox breaking up with you.

“So, can you tell me what the hell happened?” He asks again.

“You have to know that explosion wasn’t us. We’re being framed.” You tell him, firmly.

He lets out a modulated chuckle. “I know you. You think that I would think you’d be capable of something like that? Come on.”

You smile, softly up at him. “Thank you.”

Thorn knows your group is still going to be painted as terrorists, regardless of whether or not he or any of the clones believed you. Still, it’s nice to know that he believes you.

The cell door slides open and Fox walks in and then stops dead in his tracks when he realizes it’s you. The air goes still.

“Thorn.” Fox says and Thorn knows that means to leave.

“Good luck.” Thorn tells you, sympathetically.

You nod to him and he leaves the room.

“I’m sor-” You start but he holds a hand up.

“Do not apologize. That could be considered a confession.” He mumbles.

You know that that’s a trick in interrogations…

“Are you interrogating me?” You ask him, feeling a cough coming on but trying to hide it, not wanting him to see you struggle from the after effects of being teargassed.

He starts pacing the room, hands behind his back, standing up straight. He looks like a commander. He looks almost intimidating. He stops and pushes a button on his comm and you see the cameras slump down. You realize he turned them off.

“Why did you come back?” He asks you, angrily taking off his helmet, setting it down on the concrete bench with a firm ‘thud’. “Why couldn’t you just fucking listen to me, this once? Just once… Look what you’ve gotten yourself into. You assaulted a CPD officer, you were at a site where an explosion went off, you partook in a riot…”

He’s shaking his head and all you want to do is reach out to him. You should be angry with him for breaking up with you, but you realize right then that he did it because watching you do this stuff was too much for him anymore…

“I love you, Fox.” You whisper, forcing him to stop pacing as you step in front of him. “You didn’t say it this morning when I left but I still love you…”

He closes his eyes for a moment. “I was angry… I’m sorry.”

When he opens his eyes again, he stares down into yours softly. You reach your pinky finger out, hooking his. He looks down at your hands between you and lets out a sigh. All you want in this moment is to touch him more. To wrap yourself in his arms where you feel the safest.

“I’m still angry…” He whispers.

“Do you really not want me anymore?” You lean in close.

“Fuck… cyare… Of course I still want you.” He groans, resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as you close yours. “I never stopped… but what you’re doing… is really dangerous. You’ve clearly pissed someone off at a really high level.”

“That means what I’m doing is working.” You tell him, opening your eyes.

You know that this means you just need to work twice as hard.

He’s looking at you already. “There’s talks of you being charged with terrorism.”

Your eyes go wide. “What?”

There’s a knock on the door and you and Fox separate, not knowing who could be coming in. Fox quickly slips his helmet back on. When a man walks in, you recognize him immediately from the news. Jedi General Anakin Skywalker. A Jedi that Fox speaks highly of, as he supposedly cares very much about the clones.

“General Skywalker.” Fox nods, standing up straighter.

“Commander Fox.” Skywalker nods, looking at a holopad. “I think you accidentally turned off the cameras. Go ahead and turn them back on for me, please.”

“Yes, sir.” Fox starts to walk out of the room but not before giving you one last look.

When the door closes behind Fox, Skywalker motions for you to sit as he pulls the chair by the door over in front of you. You know that the Jedi can sense all sorts of things. Maybe that’s why he made Fox leave… He could sense something between you. Hopefully not, though.

You wait for him to say something as he goes through his holopad, quietly. The only things you knew about Anakin Skywalker were from what the Corrie guard had mentioned while talking at 79s. They would argue back and forth whether he was brave or impulsive and kind or arrogant. You’re hoping for kindness right now.

You let out the cough that you’d been holding in.

“You didn’t do it, did you?” Skywalker asks, handing you the bottle of water.

You let out a breath. “No.”

“I believe you.” He smiles slightly.

“Thank you.” You tell him, softly.

“I need to know, though… have you received any threats against your group?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No. But I think it’s someone within the senate maybe. They don’t like our cause.”

“I’ll do some digging. But, I’d like for you to be on standby in case I have more questions.” He places a hand on your shoulder. “And please… stay out of trouble for the time being.”

“Sure.” You nod.

He gives you a sympathetic smile and leaves the room. You sit down and wait to be released. You think about it for a moment. Are you really just going to sit back and wait for Skywalker to try to prove your innocence? Probably not.

Fox walks back into the room after a bit and you look up at him.

“You’re being released. Here is your stuff.” He hands you your bag.

“Thanks.” You take it from him. “See you… at home then?”

He sighs. “Are you going to stop this thing that you’re doing?”

“You mean fighting for your rights?” You ask him.

“Yeah, that.” He stares at you behind his helmet.

“No.” You stand your ground.

“Then, no. I’m sorry.” He turns and leaves, leaving the door open for you to walk out on your own.

Your heart starts to ache as you realize that he meant the breakup. He really won’t be with you if you continue with this movement. How could he feel this way? You were fighting for your future together and it’s as if he just didn’t care enough.

Later that night, you comm Nell to check in with her.

“Are you alright?” She asks, answering. “We heard you got taken in.”

“I’m fine. They believed that we weren’t behind the explosion, so that’s something.” You tell her. “Fox broke up with me, which I’m less fine about.”

You let out a humorless chuckle as you start to wash your face, getting all the grime off. Thanks to your goggles, your eyes weren’t as bad. You still have a bit of a cough, but other than that, physically, you’re fine. Emotionally, not so much.

“What?” She asks, clearly shocked. “Why?”

You sigh. “He didn’t want me doing this anymore. Which, like… after today, I kind of get… but I told him I was doing this for him and his brothers. He didn’t care.”

“I’m so sorry.” She tells you and you shrug to yourself.

“It is what it is.” You finish up in the bathroom and take your comm with you to the living room to close the curtains.

It really seems like a weird thing to be so heartbroken while there’s so much going on. Between the protest and the explosion, you still somehow have the capacity to feel heartache. You really wish you didn’t, honestly. It would just be easier to be able to put that on the back burner now and maybe come back to it later.

“Are you still going to continue with the movement?” She asks you.

“Of course I am. I still believe in clone rights.” You answer her. “Anyway, I’ve got to get to bed. I have work in the morning.”

“Well, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to comm me.” She encourages you. “I’m here.”

“Thanks, Nell. I really appreciate that. Night.” You smile softly.

“Goodnight, sweetie.” She hangs up first.

You walk back to your room, staring at the empty bed and your heart clenches. You need to get used to sleeping alone, you start to realize. With a sigh, you climb into bed and face away from Fox’s side that’s no longer Fox’s side.

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quinloki · 1 year

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A Light Touch

Fem Reader x Eustass Kid

CW: language, assault, violence, sexual themes and situations, implications of non-con, loss of limbs, blood. 18+ Only.

Beginning - Table of Consent

Chapter 5: ApPEAsed

Your tongue is sticking out of your mouth in concentration as you try to utilize the chopsticks with your right hand. You know how to use them, but only left-handed, and this new orientation seems to be defeating you. You tried to just stab the food and shovel it into your mouth, but Kid was faster, and stopped you from doing that.

"I'm hungry." You insist, huffing even as you continued to try and do things the right way.

"It's incentive." Kid insists, between bites of food.

"Here, let me help a little." Killer offers, setting his container on the coffee table and shifting over by your right arm. "You know the theory, you just need to invert it." He takes the chop sticks out of your hands and starts from the basics. "This one is the one that you won't move," he says, placing it against your middle finger and locking it into place. "This is the one you hold like a pencil and move."

"Don't move that, move this," you repeat, focusing on getting your fingers to cooperate. Your tongue sticks out a bit again and you practice the motion a few times, making sure the right things move and the right things stay still. Your right hand had always felt like a rebel, but you were going to have to get along from here on out. "Will I be able to use chopsticks in my left hand when I get it?"

Kid grunts. "Yeah, with a lot of practice. Fine control can be a real bitch, and it's best to just expect you'll be ambidextrous by the end of this." He starts picking peas out of his food and setting them on yours. You hadn't even told him you weren't a fan, but he must've noticed you picking around them. "Your hand'll need maintenance and shit, so it's not like it'll be all good once you get it."

You start knocking peas away with a flick and Kid clears his throat. "Pick 'em up and move them that way, or suffer, Mouse."

"Bossy bastard, ain'tcha?" You grumble, picking up a single pea and moving it. In the time you get one off your food, Kid's put three more back on your plate. You growl a little, but keep at it, practicing the movements over and over. It only takes a couple minutes and you're out pacing Kid and actually managing a few bites of food before more peas show up.

"Effective," he corrects as you improve. "I'm an effective bastard."

"And a bossy one." Killer interjects and you laugh.

"Mm, is it safe to assume you'll get me to the court hearings... ah, along with trips to the prosthetic rehab?" Your face goes red, you feel like you're leaning on these guys too much. "I mean... I should probably sort out some sort of transportation for myself sooner rather than later."

"Don't sweat it, Mouse." Kid says, swallowing his latest mouthful of food. "It's an adjustment. When I offered to haul your tiny ass around, I was planning on doing so for a couple months at least. If you end up in another accident because you're not used to your hand, then yer back to square one and I've wasted my damned time."

"... Is that why you came back?" You question. You say it without really thinking about it, but you're going to have to address the whole Straw Hats thing sooner or later.

Kid side-eyes you for a moment and then grunts. "You're not actually a part of their crew, and they ain't even in the Metro proper right now. I just seem to keep running into people who know 'em and it's been nothing but a pain in my ass."

You can feel the mischief rising up in you as he says that, and with a grin splitting your face you pick up a pea and put it on his plate by throwing it. When it lands, you do it again, and again. You're trying your hardest to not giggle and ruin your streak.

"Thin ice, Mouse."

"Bullshit," you quip. "You're the one who decided to teach me this way, I think this is a perfectly acceptable outcome."

"Kid doesn't like peas either." Killer points out.

Your mouth goes wide as a glee-filled expression fills your face. Kid narrows his eyes and before you can react he flicks a pea into your open mouth.

"Ack!" gulp. "Augh!" Your suffering has Kid howling as your face goes red. It was, perhaps, not entirely undeserved. There are worse ways to eat a pea than accidentally swallowing one whole you guess. "Okay, I earned that."

"So, how are you managing so far?" Killer asks.

You make a face you can't hide. "I ruined almost an entire thing of eggs trying to make breakfast this morning, and ended up ordering in. I watched videos on how to do things one-handed, but I need kitchen utensils I've never had before and after this morning I wasn't exactly leaping at giving things a try."

"How's the stump?" Kid asks.

"I jammed it into the couch when I woke up this morning, trying to sit up, but it's not too bad."

"Mutant healing power not working?"

"Huh? Oh, no, it is. Does. Did." You hold up your left arm. Aside from the scars it doesn't even look raw anymore. "Just because it's visibly healed though, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. It'll be tender for as long as it was supposed to be."

"That's a raw deal." Kid grumps.

You shrug. "The body heals, the mind takes it time, I guess."

The rest of your evening went well. Kid and Killer left, with plans to get you in the morning and take you out to breakfast. Whatever was prompting them to treat you so kindly, you were at least starting to get comfortable with accepting it.

When Monday rolled around even more news came in that made things better. Your work approved short term disability for a full 2 months, allowing time for rehabilitation with the new prosthetic. You also got a call from the job you were going to interview at before the accident. The secretary that spoke with you was very understanding and told you to feel free and reach back out when you were comfortable doing so. She insisted you not worry about any sort of timeline, noting that going through what you were going through was enough. There was no need to add concerns about losing an opportunity on top of that.

She also offered to send you information on private companies to help you find all the options you had for a new prosthetic. You thanked her for her time and assistance, and honestly thought you'd have to apply at that job now – if everyone was half as thoughtful and competent as Miss Violet was, you'd be in good company.

Monday afternoon Officer Coby called to inform you that the first hearing was Wednesday. He let you know when you'd need to be at the courthouse, the address and even offered to come pick you up. You declined the offer, saying that if Eustass needed to be there as well – and he did – that you already had a ride.

You were glad to have had all the good news happen earlier in the day, but afterward you sat on the couch and stared up at the ceiling after your call with Coby. The courthouse meant tension, and tension meant confrontation. You didn't have a visual concept of Vander Decken the Drunk, so you weren't sure what to expect, but you did know he had already declared he wasn't going to compensate you. Which means the hearing tomorrow was going to be a ball of bad vibes.

You phone rang after a bit and "RED" came up on the caller ID. You hit the speaker phone and grumbled some variety of greeting.

"Already heard then," Kid said on the other end with a gruff laugh. "We'll be by to pick you Wednesday." He assures you. "Need us to come over tonight?"

"Ah... hm." You look around your apartment, which suddenly looked very dull and dreary and empty. "Need's kind of a strong word."

"Oh?"

"It'd be nice," you admit, "but I can fend for myself if you got other things to deal with."

"One day girl, I'm going to get a word of greed out of you." Kid grumbles into the phone.

You laugh. "You might get sick of me long before that happens."

"Humph, we'll see. Get some rest, Mouse."

"Aye, aye captain."

You doze off on the couch after hanging up. You hadn't really intended to follow Kid's orders quite so literally, but the up and down of the day had apparently put you in the mood for a nap.

. . . .

A knock at the door pulls you out of your nap. You glance at the phone as you pull yourself out of the couch, and noticed that only about an hour had gone by. A second round of knocking happened, a little more forcefully than the first.

"Aye! I'm coming, hang the hell on." You grumble, opening the door and expecting to see Kid grinning back at you.

Instead, there's a tall lanky man who could only be described as greasy standing in front of your door. He wore an ill-fitting homburg style hat, and a cheap suit that was trying it's best to look tailored. His hands were gloved and the sunglasses he wore were mirrored.

"(Y/N)?" He questions. He's trying to sound neutral, but there's irritation in his tone.

You shake your head. "Nope, sorry." You answer flatly. There's something about this man that makes you wildly uncomfortable, and you don't know why.

You can't really make out his expression because of the glasses, and his lips aren't giving away much. After a moment of silence, you cock an eyebrow at him. "Good luck?"

"Yeah, sorry to be a bother, miss." He says finally, aggravation much more obvious in his voice as he turns away.

"No problem." You say as politely as you can muster and close the door. You keep your foot against it for a moment before you turn the lock on the door. You let the shiver you'd been suppressing run through you and go back to the couch.

You: Hey, can you come over after all?

Red: Just parked, Mouse.

You smile at the response. You can feel relief wash over you, just glad that no matter who the creep was, you weren't going to be alone for the next few hours.

Kid and Killer piled into your apartment after a moment and set bags on the kitchen counter.

"What prompted the text, Mouse?" Kid asks as Killer packed some pre-made meals into your fridge and freezer.

"Some greasy creep knocked on the door and wanted to know if I lived here." You admit. "He looked like if 'Skeezy' had a picture next to it in the dictionary, so I lied."

"Huh," Kid seemed amused.

"Hmmmm?" You prompt, giving him a look.

"Surprised you have some sense after all." Kid admits with a toothy grin. "You took to me an' Killer so fast I was a bit worried aboutcha." He ruffles your hair absently. "Keep expecting to come over and see you serving tea to some stranger or something."

You shove Kid's hand away with a indignate grin, but before you start bantering with him Killer interrupts.

"What did he look like?" Killer questions, he was tying his hair back and apparently getting ready to use your kitchen to cook for everyone. You liked watching Killer cook, not only was he really good at it, but his enjoyment of it was palpable. It was also the only time you saw the top half of the man's face.

"Greasy. Greasy hair, greasy skin. His cheap suit didn't really fit him, and the hat was just a poor choice. Past that though, hmmm... his hands were gloved, and he had mirrored sunglasses on." You close your eyes, trying to picture him again. "Hooked nose, goatee. I could point him out if I saw him again but describing him is tough."

"Five four, or six two?" Kid prompts. His tone and body language were disinterested, but there was something in his eyes that caught your attention, and made you realize they were worried.

"He seemed to fill the door, from my perspective." You admit. "Six five, maybe a little taller. You two gonna put up posters or something?"

Kid snorted and Killer's shoulders shook silently. "Nah, Mouse, just making sure we can keep an eye out."

"Aww, my knights in shining armor." You tease.

"Hydraulic powered, cold rolled steel armor," Kid corrects, purposefully smacking his prosthetic fingers together one after another, the force sending shudders up his arm.

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#A Light Touch #eustass x reader #one piece eustass kid #one piece fanfiction #reader insert

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djarindroid · 6 months

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Can't Stay Away

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Summary: The dynamic between you and Cassian is set to change forever after he comes back from a mission.

Warnings: NSFW!! Unprotected penetrative sex (only suitable for ages 18+)

Word Count: 1,941

Comments: First time I've written anything in AGES! Literally no idea where the inspo came for this, I just started writing and it happened. ANYWAY hope you enjoy 💕

Your face was pushed down against the harsh rug of your quarters floor. Cassian was behind you, beads of sweat rolled over his skin as he pushed into you at a relentless pace. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin and your muffled moans. The grip he had on your hips could only be described as bruising, but you’d become accustomed to the marks he’d leave behind.

Tears stung the corner of your eyes as that familiar feeling crept closer and closer. You let out a wail as you crashed over the edge, your walls clamping down around him. Cassian’s pace didn’t falter, he kept pounding into you. His cock went impossibly harder and reached even deeper as his own release overcame him.

You both stayed still for a moment, regaining your breath. Cassian pulled out and left the room without saying anything to you. You managed to sit up and pull the blanket from your bed to cover yourself. Settling yourself in the silence of the small room.

Cassian made his way back from the fresher, pulling his clothes back on, barely sparing you a second look. You didn’t expect anything else, that’s all this relationship was, a way for you to both release your frustrations, nothing more nothing less.

Although as he reached the door he unexpectedly turned back to look at you, his mouth opened as if he were going to say something. You stared at him, waiting and hoping for him to break the familiar routine.

The hope you held quickly faded as he turned and left, leaving you alone again. You looked around your cramped, dark room. The bare walls loomed over you, making you feel smaller than ever. You crawled onto your bed, and let your mind flood with thoughts of Cassian.

When this little arrangement had started months ago you thought you could handle just using each other as an output. But as time rolled on you couldn’t help but form an attachment to the man. You’d started to wish the circumstances were different, that neither of you were in the rebellion and that you’d met in a normal life.

But things weren’t normal, and you’d never get the opportunity to live that life with him. You couldn’t help but feel more alone now that you ever had, part of you wished you and Cassian had never fallen into each other's arms.

A few weeks passed. Cassian had been out on a mission, you were simultaneously desperately waiting for his return and dreading it at the same time.

As you laid in your quarters, curled in a ball you couldn’t control the tears that spilled from your eyes as you thought about the impossible. How you wished Cassian would feel just a tiny bit of what you felt for him.

You longed for more and feared you could never be that for Cassian. The man spent more time off base than anyone else, his life constantly on the line. You tried to make peace with the fact that if you couldn’t have him the way you wished, you would accept the fleeting moments you got with him now.

You were startled out of your brooding position by the harsh whooshing sound of your door opening, light flooded in as the man you’d been thinking of stepped in.

You gulped, and tried to subtly wipe your face wanting to desperately hide your sadness. Cassian’s face fell as he took cautious steps towards you, gently taking in your disheveled look.

You felt so small, he was looking at you like a wounded animal. ‘I-I didn’t realise you were back,’ you managed to get out, hoping to distract him from your current state.

He stopped at the edge of your bed and quietly replied, ‘I only just landed.’

You nodded looking anywhere but at him, why couldn’t you just pull it together. He wouldn’t stick around long if you were such a mess.

You flinched slightly as he carefully took your face in his hands, turning you to look up at him. His touch was light, as if he feared anything more would break you. The pads of his thumbs wiped away a few stray tears. He didn’t say anything, but the way his eyes locked on your own made you feel like he could see everything you were thinking.

Everything seemed to go into slow motion as Cassian leant down towards you, closing the gaps and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. A soft fleeting kiss unlike any you had shared before.

He only pulled back far enough to look into your eyes. You were dumbfounded, staring up at him not wanting to make a noise in case you scared him away.

‘I missed you,’ he mumbled out, barely audible. The words made you feel like your heart was crushing in on itself, you couldn’t help but feel like he was just saying it out of pity.

A fresh wave of tears, poured down your cheeks rushing over his hands. ‘Shh, shh,’ he quietly consoled you as he wrapped his arms around you in a strong embrace. ‘I’ve got you,’ you felt his lips move against your head as he spoke.

The way he held you felt so intimate, it was as if he understood the depth of your feelings. You could convince yourself that he felt the same as you in this moment. No longer caring about how vulnerable you appeared you let your doubts and fears fade away, gripping onto him as if your life depended on it.

After what felt like an eternity Cassian pulled away slightly, his gaze filled with nothing but tenderness and a sense of something deeper that you couldn’t quite grasp. He leaned in to kiss you again, a longer more passionate kiss, you felt him pour every ounce of emotion that he’d never shown you before into it.

‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered against your lips. ‘I’m sorry for the way I have acted.’ Your breath caught in your throat, your mind daring to hope that this wasn’t going to end badly. He placed a light kiss to your lips, ‘I tried to keep away from you,’ he kissed you again before continuing, ‘I tried so hard to keep my distance, keep my emotions out of the way but I- I….’ he trailed off as he looked into your eyes again.

He hadn’t needed to finish his sentence, you understood him completely. His life wasn’t one for emotions, they only serve as a distraction. Having someone to lose seemed to only end badly for people in your positions.

‘I know Cassian, I understand,’ it was your turn to cup his face now. ‘It’s too hard to keep going on like we are though, I can’t do it anymore.’ You pressed a lips to his and he held your face close to his as he deepened the kiss. You grasped the front of his top as you pulled his body closer to yours.

You shifted back on your bed, dragging Cassian down on top of you. The kiss not breaking as you laid back. You couldn’t explain all of the emotions rolling through your body in that moment, it was overwhelming and you focused everything you could on the man above you. His hands caressed over your curves, exploring your body in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to before.

You needed him, in a way you’d never needed anyone before. You pulled at his top, desperate to be as close to him as possible. He took the hint and removed the piece of clothing from his body, reaching down and removing yours as well. Your lips reconnected just as quickly as you’d parted, you moaned at the feeling of his hands on your bare skin.

It wasn’t long before every piece of clothing had been discarded. Cassian knelt above you and took his time to paint your body to memory. You thought you’d feel embarrassed, having someone take you in so intensely but you felt nothing but adored.

You spread your legs wider as Cassian lined up with your entrance. He slowly pushed inside of you, the two of you moaning in sync as he inched further forward. After he thrust fully inside of you, he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss.

Your pussy clenched around him, your body desperate for him to move. The two of you continued hungrily kissing each other as he started slow shallow thrusts. He started a steady rhythm, rolling his hips into you causing you to gasp out his name.

Your eyes met again, the connection between you getting more intense with every second that passed. This time felt so different to every other time you’d been with each other. You were no longer just here to use each other. You were sharing your emotions this time, pouring them into every touch and look.

His lips trailed down across your jaw to your neck, whilst you clawed at his back. The sound of Cassian moaning into your ear as he stretched your slick cunt.

‘I can’t…’ Cassian’s deep voice vibrated in your ear. ‘I can’t stay away anymore.’ He groaned into your neck as he thrust even deeper. ‘I want to give you everything,’ you clamped your eyes down, Cassian’s words just heightening everything for you.

‘I’m never going to run from you again, I won’t do that anymore,’ once he started he couldn’t stop. ‘I need you, always need you,’ the feeling in your core builds and builds. Everything is so overwhelming. His pace didn’t falter as he kissed his way back to your lips.

You were so close, teetering on the edge. ‘Cass I-‘

‘I know, I can feel it,’ he spoke against your lips. ‘Let go, I’ve got you.’ The sound of your wetness echoed around the room, your chest arched up towards him as you barreled towards your release.

Before you knew it you were tumbling head first into euphoria. Your nails dug into Cassian’s shoulders as your mouth opened in a silent scream. You felt your pussy gush around Cassian causing him to curse through gritted teeth.

You felt as though you’d been struck by lightning, every nerve in your body was on fire as you rode out your high. You could barely make out Cassian’s voice as your vision went white through the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced.

Before you could come down you felt Cassian still inside you as he reached his own peak. You held him close, as he breathlessly repeated your name. You both held on to each other whilst you came down, breathing in sync. For once the silence that fell over you was nothing but comfortable.

Cassian made to roll off of you and you held on to him tighter, fearing that he was going to leave you alone again. He kissed your cheek and murmured ‘I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.’

He managed to roll to the side of you and any lingering fear you had about him leaving disappeared completely as he pulled you in tightly to his side and covered you both with the blanket.

‘I told you I couldn’t stay away anymore, I meant it,’ he whispered with a tenderness that caused a warmth to spread over. You let yourself completely sink into this moment that you thought would have been impossible. This newfound closeness, this shared vulnerability marked the beginning of a new chapter for the two of you. The future suddenly seemed less daunting as you both drifted into a peaceful sleep, entwined in each other's arms.

#SHOCK I've written soft Cassian smut #Cassian Andor #Cassian Andor x you #Cassian Andor x reader #Cassian Andor fanfiction #Andor #Cassian Andor smut #Star Wars fanfiction #Rogue One fanfiction

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vannybarber · 3 years

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🤬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞

Ransom Drysdale x Reader

𝘈𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘹. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘰.

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕(𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚖), 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝑎/𝑛 : 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 @honeyvalour

'Does this turn you on?" You tilt your head at the obnoxious piece of work you call your boyfriend.

'The fuck are you talking about, Y/N?' He gives you a look of confusion mixed with anger. He has no reason to be angry, unless being held accountable of his actions cause for upmost distress.

You two got into a heated arguement, nothing less of the ones you usually have. This time, he did start it and refuses to admit it. You're starting to think he does it on purpose, hence why you're asking.

'This. The arguing. Does it get you off?' You move closer to him, into the light of the lamp on your dresser.

A tiny smirk forms on his lips, but his eyes are still hard.

'Why on earth would you ask that, baby?' He's playing along because he knows where this is going.

'Oh, I don't know. It's just that everytime we argue and I try to diffuse it and apologize, you keep going.' You move a hand up his baby blue sweater and play with a thread sticking out.

'You enjoy getting me riled up, don't you?' Looking in his eyes, they match his even bigger smirk. He tilts his head to the side as a 'maybe' and you let out a breathy laugh.

'I've come to realize that whenever we argue, it always ends up with us fucking each other's brains out.' His hands found their way onto your hips, right above your ass.

'Now that I think about it, you're right, Y/N.' His hands are on your ass, rubbing it in slow circles.

'Mhm. I know. So that's what you want, Ransom? You wanna fuck me?' You bit the edge of your lip, entertained by your own advance, which he wouldn't hesitate to accept. And that's what made it so funny.

'Fuck you' he spits, his smirk is gone and his eyes back into a dark haze.

'I really wish you would shut up and actually do it.'

Maybe time sped by fast because next thing you know, you're flat on the bed, him on top of you.

You connect your lips with his only breaking away to remove each other's clothes. Both of you fully naked, he wastes no time to climb above you and shove his cock in your mouth.

'Mhm, get it nice and wet for me.' You gather up as much saliva as you can and coat his huge girth. You feel him reach down in between your legs to play with your pussy. When you thrust into his hand, he slaps it, making you moan around him.

'As much is I would enjoy your mouth stuffed with my cum, I gotta drop a load in this pussy first, honey.' He moves out of your mouth, giving you room to finally breath and settles in between your legs again.

'Look at that beauty.' He stares in admiration at the one thing he gets to destroy everyday. Your pussy has been through so much with him. You'd tell him you were sore and he'd still fuck you. You couldn't take anymore? He'd make you take him some more.

It's his fantasy world and you were the only fantasy. Along with a never ending flow of Biscoff cookies, of course. Your body was made for him. Nobody could please you like him.

'Can you just hurry the fuck up, Ransom? Fucking annoying ass' you roll your eyes with a little smile, knowing it would set him off.

'I'm really getting sick and tired of that fucking mouth.' He plunges his length inside you without warning, collecting a strain of a moan from your lips. 'You talk to much for your own damn good.'

You brace your hands against his pale chest, eyes furrowed, trying to form words. He starts thrusting, the way he always does when you guys have angry sex. The kind of thrusts that are to make you forget you were even mad at him.

'Wait Ransom, stop' you let out, the feeling of him sliding against your spot overwhelming you.

'Feels too good huh? You want to me to pull out for a second?' You nod your head urgently, but he just smiles.

'Hell no.' He thrusts faster, moving his head closer to yours and silencing your cries with his cherry lips. You scream into them as he lifts both your legs over his left shoulder, making you feel more full of him.

'Fuck my pussy Ransom' you yell, finally breaking away from his kiss. "Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!' He moves one of your legs over his empty shoulder, hitting a spot you didn't even know could be touched.

'The fucking hell do you think I'm doing, dumbass?' He pants in your ear, still astonished by the tightness of your pussy, swallowing him whole.

'I fucking hate you, swear to God!' Your air is snagged from your lungs as he turns you on your side in the yearner position. He slides back in, pressing his hands and upper bodyweight onto your shoulders. He leans down for a second.

'Say your prayers if you want, baby doll. They won't go any higher than the ceiling, especially with you sinning like this.'

Before you could clap back, he lifts himself back up and drills into you. You grip the headboard, scream pleas for him into the mattress.

'Look at that ass bouncing on my fucking cock' he says sickeningly behind you. It was something about getting it from the side that just hit like no other. But to get it from him, that was out of this world.

'Fucking shit Ransom, I'm gonna cum!' You scream, but he purposely ignores you, enjoying the pleasurable torment he was putting you through.

'What was that, baby? You're gonna cum all over Daddy's cock?' He speeds up his pace.

'Yesh' you say, muffled by the pillows that were falling in your face. He forces a hard thrust inside you. 'Speak the fuck up.'

'Yes, Daddy, yes! You're gonna make me cum' you whine in the middle of your sentence, the feeling of your climax arising 'cum all over your fucking cock.'

'Then fucking do it, slut. Cum on my cock. Let me feel it.'

Your body goes feral as your orgasm hits you. You can only move but so much with his weight still on top of you. But you damn sure could scream. You come down with heavy, shaky breaths.

'Yeah, that's right. Who just made you cum, huh?' He slaps your ass, demanding an answer.

'You did.' Your voice is meek and strained.

'Good girl. Daddy's gonna cum in you now, so you better take it all and don't let one drop leave this pussy, you hear me?" You send a vibrating 'mhmm' into the bed and grip the sheets, preparing yourself.

A few more weak thrusts and you feel his seed filling you up. He groans loudly as you squeeze around him, earning more cum inside you.

He collapses on top of you with a moan. You both race to catch your breaths, his cock still inside you.

You take your arm and leg from underneath him, Ransom being a little hurt because he still thinks your mad at him. He moves to get off of you, but once your limbs are free you pull him back down and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

You kiss his cheek and close your eyes. Ransom speaks up and you open them again.

'Whatever happened, I apologize for it.' You almost did that double take meme, completely shocked.

'Not Ransom Hugh Drysdale apologizing for his actions??' He groans at his full name, making you snicker.

'Can you not?' He begs in disgust. You are almost sure that he rolled his eyes as well.

'Fine, I forgive you.' You flutter your eyes back shut with a smile on your face.

'Yeah, you better.' You slap his shoulder blade.

'Watch yourself.'

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pennyl4n3 · 3 years

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The Pool

*Taking a deep breath*

Well well well, this is my first fanfic (or should I say second or third? Btw, this one came to a conclusion) and I've never been much into writing, but Duskwood and all of you fantastic people in the fandom here brought me to this. I hope you like it, and of course I look forward to your comments and feedback.

Pairing: Jake x MC

Contents: Angst, Sadness, Fluff, Romance

It had been three months since his last contact with her. He'd had to disappear from the radar, the government breathing down his neck. Every day he fought the urge to write to her; he couldn't risk putting her in danger. He couldn't even risk reading her conversations at the moment, so he was as blind as she was.

He didn't know where she was, if she was okay, if she was mad at him, though after all this time he imagined she was. The last time they had written to each other she was in Duskwood and he had every intention of finally catching up with her. Things hadn't gone as planned unfortunately, and the deal he was trying to make with the government had fallen through, forcing him to become a fugitive again.

He was exhausted, he was free and yet he felt imprisoned in an endless loop. Ever since he had met her he had realized how heavy his condition was to bear, how much he missed talking to someone in person, how much he longed to get out without having to disguise himself. He wanted to move, to run, to be outside, and above all else he wanted to run to her, and hold her, look into her eyes, tell her in his voice how much he missed her.

While he was lost in these thoughts he scrolled through their last conversations, rereading every word and every comma. At one point he found the conversation in which they had talked about one of MC's great passions, swimming. He barely knew how to float, he had never had a chance to learn it as a child, and on that occasion he had promised himself he would try it someday. MC had told him about a public pool in her hometown that was easy to get into at night through a gate with a broken lock. She had gone there many times, when she needed to relieve her nerves and to be alone. Suddenly Jake felt the urge to see that pool, and set about finding it. Amazingly it was a couple of blocks from where he was hiding, the next step was to check the security cams near the building and along the way. He could do it without too much difficulty, and he really needed to get some air and some purpose, so he slipped on his sweatshirt, pulled on his hood and mask, and set off.

He arrived within minutes, constantly looking around. The streets were practically empty, but caution was never too much. The pool was a low building, all on one level. Mentally following MC's directions he managed to find the little gate, behind some bushes. It was still broken, unbelievable. Curiosity was stronger than him and he continued towards the entrance. His footsteps echoed in the hall, as he went down the few steps that led directly to the pool floor, the smell of chlorine filled his nostrils. Even though it was night he could see almost all of the interior well, thanks to the huge windows that almost reached the ceiling and let in the illumination of the street lamps, just as MC had told him.

He sat on the steps and stayed there for a while, lost in his imagination, even though he had never seen MC, enjoying that moment of peace, and trying to imagine her doing something that made her feel good...

A noise outside startled him, he ran off the steps and flattened himself against the wall. He waited in silence, his nerves on edge, his heart in his throat, his eye searching for possible alternatives escape routes. another metallic noise, and the angry meows of two cats fighting each other. Jake breathed a sigh of relief but waited vigilantly for a while longer before heading for the exit with shaking legs. When he returned to his shelter, he promised himself he would never try it again, but that was not to be. He returned there two more nights, until he decided to get a swimsuit and try swimming.

And so Jake found himself inside the pool, scared and unsure at first, but after a few minutes he began to feel the benefit of being in the water, the lightness provided by its support. He knew it wouldn't last long, but he continued to go there as many nights as he could. He would return to his hut tired but satisfied, and he could even get a decent night's sleep.

One evening he was trying to swim as usual when he heard a female voice saying jokingly, "well, I thought I was the only one who knew this place, but apparently not." Jake froze, almost having a heart attack. He was in the water, there was no way to escape. He drew a deep breath, thinking that it was anyway dark enough, and that his features weren't clearly visible, and decided to try not to look too suspicious. "Yeah, apparently not" he replied, trying to keep his voice from shaking. The girl smiled, or so it seemed to him, and continued, "I guess you like to be here alone, just like I usually do, but I could really use a swim tonight. I'll go in the back lane, I swear I won't bother you. Is that okay?" "O-oh yeah, yeah, go ahead," Jake mumbled, trying to hide his face as much as possible, and stood watching her as she made her way to the other side of the pool, still shocked that there was another human being in the same room as him. He realized that he was staring in her direction, and decided to start swimming again. After a while he stopped, out of breath and with tired arms, and saw that the girl instead was still swimming, at a brisk pace, and giving no sign of wanting to stop. He got out of the water and sat on the steps, wrapped in his towel, trying to catch his breath. Watching her was hypnotic, she moved with fluid movements, slow and steady. He wondered if MC swam like that too. How he wished he could have written to her to tell her he was swimming, or at least trying to, and to thank her for letting him discover this wonderful new experience as well. Since he had met her, his life had taken on a new light, where before only greyness and despair reigned.

His phone made a sound, bringing him back to reality. It was time to go home. He dressed quickly and headed for the exit, he didn't want to interrupt the girl's concentration, and he didn't intend to introduce himself, so better that way. Once back at the shelter he went back to work on his laptop, while eating a sandwich. Concentration continued to leave him that night, however, as the encounter with the stranger had brought him back to MC in a big way.

He returned to the pool the next evening, yearning to tire himself out and find some peace of mind. Once he got to the door he heard the sound of water coming from inside, he carefully pushed his way across the threshold, trying to figure out who was there and was relieved to see that it was again the girl he met the night before. He walked over to his side of the pool and removed his clothes as he cast furtive glances at her. He dove into the water and began to swim, trying to focus on his breathing, which was the part he struggled with the most. When he emerged with bated breath, he saw the girl standing at the edge of the pool and winced. "Hi, I didn't mean to scare you. I've been watching you swim and I thought I could give you a few tips, if you don't mind" Jake was so amazed and scared that for a few seconds he could only stare at her with his mouth open. "I-I...I don't.... " she giggled softly and shrugged her shoulders "Ok, look, I didn't mean to embarrass you...I'm going back to my lane. If you want it you know you can ask it okay?" And she turned to go back to her lane. "Wait. Yes, please I will gladly accept your help." Jake said. She retraced her steps and squatted down beside the edge of the pool with a smile on her face. "So, first let's start with your upper body, I've noticed that you move it a lot between strokes and that wastes your energy and breath. Try to stand up straighter, your arms and legs do most of the work. Then, every time you pull your arm forward, you can inhale if you feel the need to, and slowly you'll find yourself pulling two strokes, then three, and so on, but don't be in a hurry. If you take care of your technique well, managing your breath will already be easier." Jake was focused on her words and nodded, before turning around and trying again. Following her advice actually felt like he was already doing better. A wave of satisfaction ran through him when he managed to do his usual laps without getting breathless. He emerged smiling and sat on the edge of the pool. She was still there and looked at him approvingly, then asked "Better now, isn't it? "Yes, thank you very much." He answered. "Thanks to you, I'm just back in town but I'm not having much contact with the rest of the world, helping you was a pleasure" "I... I understand, I didn't have much contact lately either". A slightly embarrassed silence fell between them. It was Jake's phone that broke it, by emitting an alarm tone. Jake got up quickly and headed for his bagpack. "I, uh, have to go now, thanks again for your help." She looked at him briefly, nodded, and stepped back. "Oh, yeah, sure, no problem. Well, good night then" and walked back to the pool. "Good night" he replied, and as soon as she turned around, he changed his wet swimsuit with dry clothes and headed quickly to the exit.

As he walked down the street, he wondered if he wasn't risking too much by going to the pool regularly, and by confiding in that unknown girl. He then decided that it would be better to avoid it for a while, even if it was with great regret.

Jake avoided the pool for a few days, but eventually decided to go back. He couldn't wait to get there. As he walked the short distance between his hiding place and the pool, he mentally savored the feel of the water, the smell of the chlorine, the relaxation it gave him to swim until his muscles ached. As always, he sneaked up on the hidden entrance, his senses all out to catch any suspicious movements or noises. That evening, however, he heard no suspicious noises as he entered the large room with the tanks, but a soft sobbing. He listened for a while, trying to distinguish where the crying was coming from. When he spotted the silhouette of the mysterious girl on the steps he felt a tug at his heart, and could not help but go near her.

"Hey, is everything okay?" he said softly.

She looked up with a jolt, and when she recognized him she answered a little annoyed: "What do you think? No, everything is not okay." She immediately realized she had been abrupt, and added in a tone of apology, clutching her knees to her chest: "Sorry, I didn't think you would come, I haven't seen you here in a while and you caught me off guard..." "It's okay, no need to apologize. I guess I interrupted an intimate moment of yours. It's just that hearing you cry made me worried somehow." He replied to her as he blushed, realizing what he had just said. "I-I meant...well I mean, sorry if I m-maybe I embarrassed you, I should probably go and..." hinting back. "No, wait. Please stay. If it's not a problem for you of course. I don't really feel like being alone anymore." she said as she reached out a hand towards him and motioned for him to sit beside her. Jake was tense, the last thing he had expected that night was to find himself consoling the mysterious girl, but he certainly couldn't leave her there alone, she had always been very kind to him and he was sincerely sorry to see her sad. He exhaled a deep breath and went to sit next to her as he pulled a handkerchief from a pocket of his backpack and handed it to her. "Thank you," she said with a smile, "I really appreciate it." For a while an awkward silence descended, during which they both stared at their hands. Suddenly she blurted out "You know, I'm worried about someone, that's why I was crying. I haven't heard from him in a while and I don't know what to think. I'm trying to move on, I promised him, and really, I'm trying so hard, but some days the weight of his absence is so hard to bear that I can barely get out of bed. Whatever I do the thought of him is with me. This is the only place I can find some peace, because swimming empties my mind b-but t-tonight..." her eyes glazed over again as she swallowed, trying to push back the tears. He had listened to her in silence until that moment, respecting her moment of venting, but when he realized she was about to cry again he felt he had to do something, so he passed his left arm behind her back and pulled her to him, gently holding her in an embrace. "I-I can understand it, you know? I promised one person I would move on too. But it's so hard. I want to call her, I want to write her, I want to know how she is doing, where she is...but every day I forbid myself to do that. And I know I owe it to her, because she doesn't deserve to keep feeling bad because of me and my mistakes and..." his voice faded away, as he realized that he was risking to say things he shouldn't have said, he recovered quickly trying to cut it short and not to let the tremor in his voice be heard "...and I understand you, that's it. I miss her so much too."

As they stood in silence, his heart running fast in his chest and he desperately looking for something else to say, he felt her draw back into his embrace and sigh. It felt good to have her in his arms, and feeling her calming down warmed his heart. It had been so long since Jake had touched anyone, not really talked to anyone, hardly remembered what it was like. A little later she said softly, "Thank you. For sharing a little piece of you with me. You don't need to talk about it if you don't feel like it, I understand. It's... " she stopped thoughtfully, "Complicated" finished Jake. "Yes, yes exactly! It's damn complicated. But knowing that someone can understand me makes me feel better." then she turned to him and drew a deep breath, then added, "Well, how about a swim? After all, this is what we both came for." Jake nodded and removed his arm from her shoulders. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He got up from the steps and walked over to the usual little corner where he used to change his clothes, while she headed to her pool lane and dove in. Once he slipped into his swimsuit, Jake entered cautiously, still pensive from that brief but intense exchange of confessions.

He slowly dived down to the bottom and stayed there for a while, still immersed in his thoughts. He had to stop those nightly outings. They were already dangerous in themselves, and now this unknown girl had been added, making him talk too freely. All of his inner alarms were telling him it was time to stop, and it was also time to change hiding places again, even though being so close to a place in MC's heart made him feel closer to her.

A movement to the side of his field of vision brought him out of his thoughts, and out of the pool as well. When he got to his feet he ran a hand over his eyes and pulled his hair back so he could see better, turning to face the source of the movement. He saw her in the aisle next to where he stood, staring at him. "A-are you ok?" said him in an uncertain voice. She giggled and replied, "I was going to ask you the same thing, you weren't coming up out of the water anymore." "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I scared you, I was just... well, reflecting." he replied. She stared at him intently, looking at his black hair, stuck to the sides of his face, and said tilting her head "It's weird you know? You remind me so much of him, the way you behave somehow, I can't actually explain it". Jake blushed and swallowed hard. "I'll take it as a compliment" he replied, and stepped out of the water. "I have to get back. I hope you feel better now." continued, while heading to the bag of dry clothes. She stood staring at him, wondering if she had made him uncomfortable with that confession. When she realised he was about to undress she turned around, blushing. She waited for a while and then sat down on the edge of the bath and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm feeling better, thanks to you. Good night, stranger."

When he arrived to the hut, something alarmed him: some of the boards near the entrance were placed differently than he had left them. He quickly stepped into the shadows and took out his phone to check inside. Two men were sitting at his usual spot, peering at the screens. Jake was quick to slip back downstairs and to reach out his hiding place number two, three doors down. As soon as he was seated, he took his phone out of his jeans pocket and started the hidden cameras. The two men didn't seem to have any idea what they were looking at, and they didn't look like officers either, to be honest. Maybe two thieves? But what kind of thieves would break into an old warehouse with the windows covered by boards? What did they expect to find there? He carefully examined the video images from the cameras he had placed around the rest of the perimeter of the building and saw a couple of policemen in the back. "Fuck!" he whispered through his teeth. He prepared to format everything in the hiding place and stood vigilantly by, watching them alternately. The two intruders were probably hiding from the cops, and risked exposing him. He noticed that there was a car shop next door and decided to create a diversion. He quickly managed to hack into the shop's security system and set it to go off, so that the cops could be sent away. He then logged on to his workstation and simply brought up Nymos, some glitches and the words "intruders detected, defensive protocol activated" on the screens. It was more than enough to send the two of them running for the hills.

He sighed with relief, letting himself down on the makeshift mattress behind him. He stayed like that for a while as he listened to his heartbeat return to a normal rhythm, his adrenaline slowly subsiding, his breathing becoming regular. His stomach rumbled, so he reached into his bag and pulled out an energy bar. After an hour or so, he locked the entrance to the main hideout and went back the way he'd come: better stay there for the night. As he settled in for the night, streams of thoughts came over him. He realised that the idea of leaving MC hometown made him feel lost, even though she wasn't there, and it wasn't even certain that she would return. Still, he knew he had to leave, that evening's mishap was another proof of that. There wasn't much to think about really, he had to move again, maybe he'd come back later. He thought of the girl at the pool, of her pain, so familiar. How was it possible that love could always bring so much suffering? He drifted off to sleep with those thoughts in his head, and woke up restless.

The next morning Jake was almost done packing up all of his belongings and ready to go. He wondered if once he was settled into his new hiding place, he would find another pool where he could train undisturbed, so he set about identifying all the potential candidates. How he wished he could have told MC about this! As he scanned the pools and studied their surroundings it occurred to him that he could write her using a disposable phone before leaving. His hands began to shake at the mere thought of being able to write her again. Would she be happy to read it? Maybe she was angry with him. In their last conversation she had told him to at least let her know if he was alive as soon as he could. Before he could think about it too much longer, he stormed out of the room and headed for the first open store. Once he retrieved the disposable phone he went back to the spare hut and slipped into it with all his things. He turned on the phone and prepared it for use.

*??? is online*

Jake:Hello, MC.

Shortly after came the reply

*** MC is online ***

MC:Jake! Are you okay?

Jake:Yes MC, I'm fine. I apologize for not letting you hear from me again, it was too dangerous.

MC:That's okay, I'm so glad to read you now, I kept telling myself that you were definitely fine and that I shouldn't have written you, as promised

Jake felt his palms sweat.

Jake:You know, I've been going swimming lately. At night, on the sly. Your enthusiasm about it convinced me. You were so right MC, it can empty your mind. I wanted so hard to thank you for that.

MC:I went swimming recently too, at night, it kept me from going crazy. Maybe we swam at the same time

Jake: :)

Jake:And do you know where I was? The place you told me about. It was like I felt closer to you

MC squinted her eyes

MC:Jake... you don't mean that place with big windows almost to the ceiling,do you?

Jake:Yes, exactly that.

MC bursted in laugh and shaked her head in disbelief.

MC:And you didn't happen to meet someone? Like a really nice, kind girl who gave you lessons?

Jake felt his knees buckle and had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.

Jake:You...

Jake:Was that you?

Butterflies were spreading through his stomach.

MC:So you hugged me the other night! I was crying just for you, and you were there, this is crazy!

MC:Where are you now?

His eyes widened.

Jake:MC me, I was going to leave the town, last night I found intruders in my shelter, it's not safe for me to be here anymore.

For a time that seemed eternal to him there was no sign of life on the other end of the phone.

Jake:MC...

MC:Don't you dare

MC:Don't you dare leaving again. You've been staying here for days, and even allowed yourself to go out almost every night, and you never wrote me anything. Now that we might meet you're starting this again.

MC:We met by accident Jake! Does that seem normal to you???

MC:I'll be waiting there tonight, you better come

***MC is offline***

Jake stared at the phone bewildered. He was terrified. He couldn't believe he had hugged MC the night before. And she was crying, because of him. She was right, he couldn't leave again.

That night he went to the pool, almost running. He sneaked up on the hidden entrance, holding his breath, and went to sit on the steps where he usually rested his backpack. A short time later he saw her walk in and head towards him. It seemed to him that his heart was about to explode. He stood up and walked over to her. They both found themselves running to cover the final distance that separated them. They hugged each other tightly, and stayed that way, without speaking for who knows how long. Neither of them wanted to untie the embrace, as if to do so meant to lose themselves again.

At the end MC pulled back a little to look him in the eyes, and said, "I was beginning to think this moment would never come" "And instead we found each other without even knowing it" he replied chuckling. She blushed and rose on tiptoe to give him a light kiss on the lips.

"Shall we go for a swim?" she told him with a mischievous grin. "Sure. I've been taking lessons" he replied as he began to undress.

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jaeminscoffee · 3 years

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Still with you | L. Dh

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warning(s): Sexual themes insinuated, Oral (fem receiving) mentions of multiple orgasms, softdom!Haechan, Reader slips into subspace, soft aftercare, could be potentially cringe since I've never written anything related to subspace before yikes

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To explain your state of mind with a single word, the spotlight would lead to 'bliss'.

Though, the sole meaning of the word too falls short when you are to talk about your emotions as Donghyuck skillfully works his mouth at your core.

One can only explain your expression as that of a person who'd reached cloud nine when he pins you down with a gentle arm thrown over your waist.

"Hyuck, oh god.." you whine out as you feel yet another high growing at the pit of your stomach.

You writhe around when Haechan finally does you a favour and slides his tongue into your wetness with much ease while simultaneously adding pressure onto your clit with his free hands.

The sight unfolding between yours legs is truly sinful that Asmodeus and Eros themselves would've grown a problem to deal with where the sun doesn't shine.

Donghyuck lets out a throaty growl while observing you from the valley of your chest, his hips slowly grinding onto the mattress which makes him think that he could just attain his orgasm while listening to you chirping in pleasure, the pleasure he's providing you.

He's the one making you feel this good.

"Donghyu-.. Donghyuck I'm so cl-!" He replaces his tongue with two beautifully slender digits as the work with much experience simultaneously along with the pleasurable figure eights he's drawing onto your clit.

"Fuck baby, you're going to cum again? Am i making you feel that good?" He let's the question linger in the air, not really expecting an answer.

You thrash around as your high hits you the moment you hear his airy voice, his fingers working hard to prolong your orgasm, your mouth open ajar, eyes screwed shut.

You're ethereal.

Donghyuck slows down the pace a little in order to allow some room for you to catch up on air before diving in again, quickly replacing his figures with his mouth, lapping up your essence.

You don't really know how long your boyfriend has been going at it. You even lost count of the times you came. But this was nothing you couldn't handle, Haechan knew that all too well.

"you're so fucking beautiful, do you know that?" he mumbles against your clitoris, replacing the thumb with his tongue before sliding two digits in once again. You sob at the sensitivity.

"i could keep going, baby. How do you keep getting sweeter after every single high."

"Hyuck..! " you whine at his words, jolting each time the tips of his finger brushes against your sweet spot, further encouraging another wave of pleasure to hit you all the more powerful.

The next time you try opening your eyes, all you see is patches of darkness. You feel your hips lift off the bed, possibly entailing that you've reached your high, yet, you feel nothing other than peachy.

You blink slowly to clear up your vision, curling up in order to clutch your stomach. Yet, you feel no more aching between your legs from the overstimulation.

It's only after the darkness subsides and you regain your senses do you realize that Donghyuck had been calling your name while patiently caressing your hair, removing the few rebellious strands stuck to your forehead.

"You with me, doll?" he inquires softly. You let out a sound of acknowledgment, letting him know that you're back, not trusting your voice with a full fledged sentence as it could come off as hoarse and cracked from the previous whining and crying.

"Stay with me for a little longer okay? I'll clean us up real quick and then we can cuddle to sleep, hm?" Donghyuck presses a kiss onto your forehead, not caring about the sweat droplets that adorned the skin there before peeling himself off of you, walking into the bathroom.

Donghyuck returns back in no more than 5 minutes, now wearing a new pair of sweatpants and walks towards the closet to pull out one of his t-shirts.

He walks over with a wet cloth, and wipes your forehead first, moving onto the neck and arms while slowly making his way south, "Still with me?" he asks, pressing another peck at your torso while cleaning up your inner thigh, making a sound of apology when he senses you jolt as the cloth accidentally brushes against your core, "Mhm, yeah"

He gently pulls his shirt over your head and walks over to his side of the bed to turn the aircon on, making sure the wings face you to cool down your burning skin, "I'll bring you water, do you want something to eat before we sleep?" Donghyuck questions,

"Just water would do, oh and! Come back quick please" you speak in a cutesy tone as you watch him turn his back and head towards the door and outside. You hear him let out giggles at your antics, "Of course, darling." he shoots you a wink while semi jogging towards the kitchen.

Just as you'd asked him, he returned back as quickly as possible with a glass filled with water and a protein bar ( the one covered in chocolate because you have divine taste buds).

You accept the water, not really wanting to have anything solid at the moment no matter how tempting a mere chocolate covered protein bar looked, "You need something in that little belly of yours, doll. It isn't anything heavy so eat up"

You shake your head, setting the half empty glass onto your bedside table. Donghyuck 'tsks', opening the wrapper halfway through and shoves it towards you, "I'll be the small spoon tonight if you eat this,"

You blink away the tiredness that keeps weighing down your eyelids at the proposal of your boyfriend being the small spoon as you blindly reach out to grab the bar, much to your disdain.

"You're still with me, right..?" Donghyuck questions as he watches you lazily chew onto the bar, barely getting the first bite down your throat, your eyes drooping lower with each passing second.

"Yea..?" He lets out a sigh, grabbing the bar out of your hands, while helping you chug the content with the remaining water. He cleans up the place and helps you lean back down the bed, onto the fluffy cushions, getting in immediately after.

You curl in onto his side the moment he turns the lights off as you draw random figures onto his bare chest while waiting for slumber to completely consume you. Haechan leans down to peck a longing kiss onto your now tidy hair, hearing your breathing grow softer, the actions onto his figure growing slower,

"I doubt you're with me-" he chuckles, "You did really well today, doll. Sweet slumber, my love" you hear him just before you fall unconscious,

"Hmm I'm still with you.." you whisper out before letting the darkness engulf you and lead you into the dreamland.

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helloalycia · 3 years

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worth the wait [three] // daisy johnson

summary: when you're out chasing a story that leads you to the unanticipated hands of HYDRA, you certainly don't expect to be rescued by a girl you presumed dead for nine years.

warning/s: descriptions of violence, torture, injuries.

author’s note: here’s the next part, hope you all like it!

Nine years later...

"I'm meeting with my contact now. He said he knows something about the weapons."

"Okay, just make sure you're safe, Y/N."

I smiled with amusement. "I always am, Taylor. I think this could be the source to break the story though. I'm gonna try and get them to speak on the record."

"Just be careful," he warned.

"Will do," I promised, before checking my watch for the time. "Okay, I gotta go. See ya."

"Good luck," he finished, and I hung up before putting my phone away.

Looking around, I saw the village was quiet seeing as it was pretty late and everyone was in their homes. It was the perfect place to meet with a source for my story on human trafficking.

I headed down the street and waited outside the apartment building for my source. I had no idea what he looked like, but nobody else would be out this late into the night, so he couldn't be hard to spot.

A few minutes passed before I saw a guy approaching me, holding some files in his hands. I straightened up and held his gaze as he stopped before me. He glanced around before looking me up and down.

"You are Y/N?" he asked with a Burmese accent.

I nodded, speaking fluent Burmese as I said, "Yes. You must be Ohnmar? We can speak Burmese if you prefer."

"Okay. We talked earlier, but it wasn't safe then. I have information on the missing residents," he answered in Burmese, before shaking the files. "It's all in here, but you mustn't open it until you get home."

I accepted the files and nodded, though was mildly confused. "Is it about the labour they're doing? I have a theory, but I have no proof. I... I think it might be HYDRA."

He pursed his lips and I figured he was confirming my thoughts, which concerned me.

"I'm right," I realised, before moving to open the file. "I need to–"

"You should've stayed away," he suddenly said in English, and I looked up in confusion.

Before I could question him, he pulled a gun from behind him and hit me on the head, knocking me to the ground. I tried to blink my eyes open, but my vision was blurred and I eventually blacked out, unable to stay awake any longer.

I woke up in a dark room with an aching head and confused mind. It took a moment for me to catch myself up, but I soon realised I'd been tricked by my contact. I was so easily fooled and I felt stupid as I hadn't seen it coming, instead too blindsided by my need for information.

Looking around, I realised I was tied to a chair. The only light in the room was from a single electric lamp plugged in the corner, shedding light on the damaged walls and, to my dismay, a HYRDA logo.

"Well, fuck," I mumbled, before shaking my wrists to try and get free, but they were tied pretty tightly with rope, making me shift uncomfortably at the chafing.

Panic started to set in when the door slammed open in front of me, flooding the room with light and making me close my eyes with discomfort. I heard another slam and opened my eyes when I saw the door closed behind whoever entered.

Two people were in the room and one of them turned the lamp, shining it in my direction and also revealing my assailants' faces. One of them was Ohnmar, my contact, which I guess wasn't his real name. The other wasn't anybody I recognised, and they were both wearing uniforms with the HYDRA logo on the pocket.

"I wouldn't try to escape if I were you," the fake Ohnmar said.

I clicked my tongue and looked between the both of them. "I'm guessing I got a little too close to the truth which is why I'm here. Right?"

"You've been putting your nose in where it doesn't belong," the other guy said. "Did you really think you would get away with this? That we'd let you write about this?!"

I flinched at his loud volume before clearing my throat. "I didn't think I needed your permission. And in case you didn't notice, it's my job to report on this."

Fake Ohnmar scoffed. "We don't care what your job is. Now tell us what you know and what you've told your superiors back home."

I narrowed my eyes. "Do you really think this is the first time I've been captured? I've spent nine months in this village. If you think I'm going to throw that away for you, you better think again."

Fake Ohnmar's friend cracked his neck, pacing with discomfort, before pulling out a gun. I chewed on the inside of my mouth, nerves settling as I tried not to show it.

"We have someone going through your electronics as we speak," he told me, gripping his gun. "Your superiors will get their updates as expected, but you won't be giving them."

"Look, you're gonna kill me whether I tell you or no–"

I was cut off when he smacked me across the face with his gun, making me see stars momentarily. I felt something warm gush from my nose and realised I was bleeding.

"You have no idea who you're dealing with," he muttered, his face inches from my face as he stared me down threateningly. "Now tell us what you know of the missing villagers."

I wiped my nose on my shirt the best I could and chose not to speak. They couldn't do much without knowing what I knew. Everything I'd learnt had been sent back home to the news organisation I worked for, and if I didn't get back to them or call them, they'd know what happened.

"Two things I despise," he mumbled with irritation. "Journalists and Americans." He waved to his friend dismissively. "She won't talk. You know what to do."

Fake Ohnmar nodded obediently before suddenly punching me in the face, once again, leaving me dazed. This went on for a while, him beating me up as an attempt at torture, before the two of them left me alone to 'think about' if I wanted to tell them.

I had been in this situation, surprisingly, two times before in my journalistic career. Both times I was able to get out either by escaping myself or managing to get found by the authorities. Of course, in this case, the latter seemed impossible, so my only hope was escaping myself.

I looked around, but realised I was in too much pain to hatch a plan right now. They'd done a good job on me, and I was sure my ribs were bruised pretty badly. Honestly, I didn't expect nine months of investigative journalism in Myanmar to lead to HYDRA of all places.

—

"You've beat me, starved me..." I coughed because of how dry my throat was. "I'm not talking."

Fake Ohnmar placed something rectangular on the table in front of me. I realised it was my laptop – they must have taken it from where I'd left it in the room I'd been renting downtown.

"You're clever, I'll give you that," he said, crossing his arms and shaking his gun impatiently. "Where did you learn such complicated encryptions?"

I couldn't help but smile when I knew he couldn't get into my laptop. At least not the parts that exposed what I'd learnt so far.

"You do what I do and you learn from past mistakes," I told him, making him clench his jaw.

It wasn't much, probably the only trick in the book I knew as I wasn't exactly an expert with computers. Clearly it was benefiting me today though.

He slammed his hand on the table suddenly, making me jump. "Tell me the password, now!"

I licked my dry lips, choosing to stay quiet. I began to wonder just how advanced these guys were if they couldn't even afford to get a hacker to break through.

"So it's gonna be like that," he said with a shrug, before pointing his gun at my face.

He flicked off the safety and I closed my eyes as calmly as I could, already saying my goodbyes in my head. A few days in a HYDRA cell was like weeks anywhere else. I'd accepted my fate.

I expected the shot to go off any minute now, wondering what things would be like afterwards. Would it hurt? Would it be an instant death?

I certainly didn't expect my left ear to be ringing as an excruciating pain shot up my neck from my shoulder. My eyes opened and I tried to breathe through the pain whilst hoping my ear would stop ringing. The man began to laugh, but I couldn't hear him, only see his evil smile.

When I looked down, I saw blood seeping from a bullet wound in my left shoulder. Despite my experience in this profession, I can't say I'd ever been shot before. It certainly hurt a lot more than I'd imagined.

"You talk and I get you patched up," he said when my hearing returned to normal. I looked up and saw him watching me with narrowed eyes. "You stay quiet and we see how long it takes for you to bleed out."

I swallowed hard, squeezing my eyes shut to contain the pain, before opening them again.

"You're gonna move operations," I realised aloud. "You want to know whether you can. Because if I've told them about you, you know you can't stay here much longer. And if I haven't, you just get rid of me."

He squeezed his gun with irritation, watching as I spoke the truth.

"But either way I die," I repeated. "So why the hell would I want the last thing I do be to help you?"

He grabbed the laptop before kicking the table away with anger. "Call when you feel like talking. We can make your death quick and painless or long and painful."

I smiled bitterly as I watched him leave the room, slamming the door behind him. I released a deep breath as I looked down at my shoulder, trying to make out the damage. I didn't know much about first aid, but I was pretty sure there was no exit wound meaning the bullet was still in there. That was good, right? Or wasn't it...? I couldn't remember. I just knew it hurt like hell.

—

Hours had passed and I began to hallucinate. Silly things like cheeseburgers and dancing water bottles – lack of food and drink, the blood loss and the heat was making my head spin. I wasn't sure if this was where I wanted to die – in a small, dirty, hot room by myself. Was it worth it? Dying over a news story?

Of course it was. I pursued this story after some social media posts about disappearing villagers in Myanmar. I stayed here nine months with each day leading me closer and closer to the supposed human trafficking that was going on. I got to where I was because I wanted to get justice for those who suffered and stop anyone else from suffering. Yet the only people who knew were my editors back home, and I wasn't sure they'd ever know the full truth.

It was better than helping the enemy though.

Just when I thought cheeseburgers were the worst of my delusions, I saw a face I hadn't thought about in a long time. A person who I least expected my mind to drag up in a time like this.

The door opened and I was sure I was going to be questioned again, but in ran none other than Skye. The same Skye who had ran away all those years ago and wasn't to be found.

She looked a little older with her shorter hair, but otherwise she was just as I remembered.

"Hey, I'm gonna get you out of h– Y/N?" she started, before furrowing her eyebrows with confusion.

She even sounded the same, and if I could feel anything at that moment, I'm sure I would've felt my heart beating quickly at the sight of her.

"Can you hear me?"

I began to laugh with what little energy I had left. Is this what it was like to die? Seeing things that you'd pushed down for so long to stop your heart from hurting? It was strange. Why was my mind playing with me like this?

"Y/N, look at me, can you hear me?!" she asked quickly, grabbing my face and forcing me to meet her eyes.

I continued to laugh because it all felt so real. Her touch, her voice, her eyes that peered into me. I wished it was because maybe after all of these years I could have made things right.

—

"Miss, can you hear me? Y/N?"

I blinked the tiredness from my eyes and opened them, trying to remember what was happening. But I was confused and my body was numb and nothing made sense.

"Y/N, sweetie, can you hear me?"

I turned my head, realising I was laying in a bed. There was a woman beside my bed – a doctor, I presumed – staring down at me with a friendly smile on her face. I nodded slowly, my mouth dry.

I couldn't remember getting out of that cell, being rescued. Unless I wasn't rescued and this was still a trap.

At this thought, I widened my eyes and tried to move, panic setting in, but I was attached to a bunch of tubes and my body was still numb.

"Hey, it's okay, you're okay," the doctor tried to reassure, resting her hands on my arm, trying to keep me still. "You're safe here. You're on a S.H.I.E.L.D. quinjet. That's like a plane...? We got you out of that HYDRA cell and I've bandaged your wounds. You don't need to be afraid anymore."

I wasn't sure whether to believe her, but something about the way she spoke and the kindness in her eyes made me relax.

"My name is Agent Simmons," she introduced as she grabbed something from beside me, "but you can call me Jemma."

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. On cue, she held a glass of water towards me and helped me sit up enough to have some from the straw. It felt good to have actual water in my system after not being given anything the past two days.

"Not too quickly," she said gently. "Take your time."

I listened to her before laying back down. It took a few tries, but I managed to get out, "Thank you, Jemma. I'm Y/N."

"Y/N Y/L/N, investigative journalist for the New York Times," she stated before an apologetic expression crossed her face. "Sorry. Facial recognition an' all... I hope that doesn't freak you out."

I sighed, not the slightest bit surprised. I knew enough about S.H.I.E.L.D. to know they had the resources to know exactly who I was.

"I don't remember you getting me," I said with confusion. "How did you I know I was there?"

Jemma took a seat on the stool beside my bed. "Well, technically it was Quake who got you out. We had reports of HYDRA activity in that area for a while and we knew an American journalist had been taken, but we didn't know it was you."

I nodded, though I was still confused. "Who's Quake?"

Jemma chuckled, thinking I was joking. But when I met her eyes with confused ones, she lost her smile.

"You're serious? You don't know who Quake is?"

I shook my head. "I've been in Myanmar for nine months, and not in the most advanced areas. I haven't had much access to American news."

"Seriously?" she asked with disbelief, before putting her arms out and shaking them. "Earthquake-causing, vibration-manipulating, tremor-shaking superhero Quake?"

I raised an eyebrow judgementally, making Jemma lower her arms sheepishly.

"Oh, well, she's a hero that works for S.H.I.E.L.D.," she explained.

I nodded slowly, deciding that was something to ask more about later on. For now, I was more concerned about my story.

"You said S.H.I.E.L.D. had been watching that area for a while," I recalled. "Does that mean you found out what happened to the missing villagers? I got as far as working out HYDRA had been using them for some sort of forced labour, but never beyond that."

Jemma got up from her stool and busied herself with other things. "I, er, that's actually classified...? You see, it's not good if we tell you, especially as you're a journalist..."

"But it's my story," I countered with annoyance. "I've been trying to work this out for almost a year. I deserve to know the outcome. Did you save those villagers? Were they all alive? Did the local authorities know?"

Jemma seemed to be getting uncomfortable the more questions I asked and I forced myself to sit up, groaning at the ache in my shoulder.

"You can't hide this from me," I told her. "Please, just tell me."

She grimaced. "It's not my place. I'm not in charge–"

"Then tell me who is!" I shouted with frustration, before taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I just– I've put a lot of work into this and it can't just be taken away. I need to know what happened."

She nodded, avoiding my eyes for fear I'd get angry again. "Look, I can talk to my superiors and find out what I can say. For now, you should really be resting."

I leaned back and breathed out slowly, already feeling my fatigue catching up to me.

"Okay," I said quietly, before asking, "You said we were on a plane. Where are we going?"

"That's actually classified as well," she said regretfully, making me sigh. "We're going to our headquarters. But after that, we'll be taking you home or wherever you want us to take you."

At the mention of home, I grew hopeful. It had been so long since I'd been back. I wasn't exactly in the right state to be living by myself, so I was glad that I had made the choice to leave my flat and move in with my parents before leaving for Myanmar. Plus, I had missed them dearly. To be back there was almost unimaginable.

"Can I ring my parents?" I asked hopefully. "Just to let them know I'm okay? And that I'm coming soon?"

Jemma nodded, offering a small smile. "Of course, Y/N. I'll go grab you a phone."

She left the room momentarily and I took that as my chance to get a good look around. It looked like a hospital room you'd find anywhere, except without windows and with card-activated doors that had tiny glass windows showing a narrow hallway. I didn't get to look around for too long as Jemma returned pretty quickly, handing me (what looked like) a normal mobile phone.

"I'll give you a moment of privacy, but please only call your parents," Jemma warned as politely as she could.

I cracked a small smile. "What – are you guys tracking the phone or something?"

She chewed on her lower lip as she looked down, making my smile fade as I realised that's exactly what they were doing. I wasn't surprised, I guess.

"Right, okay, no other calls, got it," I agreed with a nod.

She left me to it as I dialled my mum's mobile number and eventually spoke to both her and my dad. It was emotional to say the least, as I tried not to worry them too much without withholding the truth. They knew when I was lying so it was better to just be honest. Of course, they were happy to have me stay at theirs until I was back on my feet and the call ended with my mum scolding me for not resting as the doctor recommended.

Finally succumbing to the tiredness I was feeling, I fell asleep for God knows how long, but when I woke up, I felt more refreshed. Similar to before, Jemma was in the room, checking some charts. She caught my eye when I woke up and smiled reassuringly.

"Feeling better?" she asked, setting down the chart and rounding the bed.

I nodded. "Yeah, thanks... how long was I asleep for?"

"About six hours," she guessed, waving her hand. "We've landed at S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ and our agents are debriefing. Once everything is sorted here, we can take you home to New York and arrange a driver to take you to wherever you want."

"My parents' house," I clarified.

She smiled and nodded. "Right. Your parents' house. How are you feeling?"

I tried to sit up and she helped me as I smiled gratefully in return.

"I'm not gonna lie, being shot hurts like a bitch," I admitted, grimacing as I glanced at my shoulder and arm in a sling.

"First time?"

"And hopefully the last," I retorted, before looking to her. "How long will this take to, y'know, get better?"

"Well, I'll need to keep you here for observation over the next few days," she explained. "When I'm happy with the outcome, I'll send you home and you'll need fortnightly checkups at the hospital. Overall I'd say a month? Maybe more if there's no... er... other issues."

"I know you mean PTSD," I told her bluntly, before frowning. "Doing what I do requires knowledge of that."

"There's going to be support available for you, both here and back home," Jemma reassured, resting a hand on mine and offering a small smile. "You're not alone, Y/N."

I nodded, clearing my throat. "I know... I know. Thanks."

She nodded and moved to the other side of the room to grab something, before wheeling a tray of food over to me.

"Hope you're hungry," she joked. "It's nothing fancy, but it's pretty good."

I smiled and accepted the food. "Means a lot, thanks."

I took a bite out of my sandwich as I remembered something. When I finished chewing, I wiped my face with the napkin before looking to Jemma who was at her desk.

"Er, Jemma," I called, making her look up. "Did you find out what happened to the villagers?"

She pursed her lips and nodded. "I've spoken to my superiors. I know you've been working on this and I'm only permitted to tell you so much."

I waited patiently, not wanting to snap at her like last time.

"The missing villagers were in fact taken by HYDRA, like you predicted," she explained. "They were forced into labour at a facility that was under the guise of a food warehouse."

"What was the labour?" I asked curiously.

She ran a hand through her hair. "I can't tell you much, but I can say that it was a nuclear weapon that could've hurt a lot of people. S.H.I.E.L.D. managed to stop it before they could finish it, which is when we found out that a journalist had been taken. That was when we came for you."

I released a deep breath, definitely not expecting that. At least they had been stopped.

"Did the missing people return to their families? Were they okay?" I asked hesitantly, remembering the many families I spoke to of the missing. I'd grown attached and I don't think I could have taken more bad news.

"Most of them, yes!" she exclaimed hopefully, but I could tell the following news wouldn't be good. "But not all of them were okay. There's some psychological damage and unfortunately physical damage, too. HYDRA did a number on them."

I massaged my head with my right hand, trying not to get upset, but the guilt in the pit of my stomach wasn't helping. I had one job, literally, and I couldn't even do it right.

"Y/N–"

"Do you have a list?" I asked, cutting her off. "A list of who made it?"

"Y/N, I don't think–"

"Please," I pleaded. "I spoke to the families of those who were missing. I got to know them. I need to know who's not getting their loved ones back."

She frowned, but nodded slowly. "I'm sure I can do something."

I sighed and my shoulders sunk with disappointment. Just another day on the job.

—

It had been a few days since being rescued by S.H.I.E.L.D. and I was itching to get home, but Jemma insisted I be observed for at least another day.

Under different circumstances, I would have been eager to explore the quinjet and get more information out of Jemma about her place of work, but I was too exhausted to care. Instead, I revelled in being taken care of and having a break from work.

I was laying in bed, reading a book, when Jemma walked in and caught my attention. I tried not to bother her as she was clearly working on other stuff, but it got pretty boring sitting in a room by yourself all day.

"Hey," I greeted with a smile, lowering my book.

"Hello," she returned as she took a seat at her desk, going on her computer. "You doing alright?"

"As alright as I can be, considering," I said, shrugging with my right shoulder. "Just a bit bored."

"The book not good?" she asked, nodding to my hand.

"I've read it," I admitted. "I just didn't wanna be a bother and ask for another one."

She chuckled. "You could have said something."

"It's okay," I assured her, before leaning back. "So, up to anything fun?"

She gave me a knowing look. "Are you seriously that bored?"

I nodded, pursing my lips, making her laugh. Eventually, she stared at me curiously.

"There's actually something I wanted to ask you," she admitted, crossing her arms and leaning back on her chair. "If you don't mind."

Wanting any distraction from my boredom, I nodded. "Go for it. I'm all ears."

"I've been reading some of your work," she shared. "You're really talented and you've been through your fair share of tough scrapes."

I chuckled. "I guess, yeah. And thank you. What's the question exactly?"

She looked at me like it was obvious. "What made you want to do this as a job? Investigative journalism?"

I played with the corner of the book as I answered thoughtfully, "Well, I guess I've always enjoyed writing and delving deep into stuff. The important stuff, y'know?" I looked down at my hands as I remembered Skye. "There was actually this girl I knew back in school. She was a friend and she, er... she was always wanting to find and expose truths. About herself, the world... I guess she kind of influenced me in a way."

I chewed on the inside of my mouth as I remembered my hallucination. Skye seemed to be coming up a lot more in my life lately, more than I was prepared for.

"I'm guessing she isn't with you anymore," Jemma realised, expression softening. "I'm sorry."

I forced a small smile, looking up and shaking my head reassuringly. "It's okay, it doesn't matter."

Jemma smiled in return, but I could see the pity present in her eyes. "I'm sure whoever she was, she'd be proud of you now. For everything you've done."

"Thank you, Jemma, but I... I'm not too sure about that."

"I am."

I froze at the sound of a familiar voice. Was I hallucinating again? No, that couldn't be. I was getting better. But that sounded so real...

"Proud of you, that is," the voice continued, and I risked looking towards the door where I saw none other than Skye standing there with a nervous smile on her lips.

When I met her gaze, I knew she wasn't a figment of my imagination. Those piercing brown eyes couldn't be fake.

"Hey," she got out, barely a whisper.

I licked my lips and tried to look away, but my heart was suddenly racing in my chest. She was just how I saw her last, but I guess that had been real now.

"I should give you guys a moment," Jemma said, pulling me from my reverie and making me look away.

She walked out, past Skye, leaving us both alone. I was still in shock though, too startled to say anything.

"How are you?" she asked gently, and I still couldn't believe I was hearing her voice after all these years. When I didn't say anything, she continued, "I know this is strange, but–"

"Strange?" I finally found my words, eyebrows raised. "What exactly is strange? The part where I'm sure I'm seeing a ghost right now as I you presumed you were dead after not being able to find you for years after you left, or the part where you've probably been at S.H.I.E.L.D. the whole time and didn't bother to tell me you were okay? Which part is strange exactly?"

She frowned guiltily, eyes falling to her shoes. "When I left–"

"Ran away," I corrected her, bitterness slashing through like a sharp knife, surprising the both of us.

She glanced at me, nodding. "Right... when I ran away, I left you a message."

I almost laughed, a sarcastic smile on my lips. "Don't even get me started on the excuse veiled as a message you left me. The cowardly way out you took because you couldn't face me."

She met my gaze nervously. "I didn't think you'd be this angry after all this time. It happened so long ago."

"Of course I'm angry!" I shouted with frustration, making me grimace at the pain in my shoulder, but I didn't stop. "You left without a single trace of Skye or Mary left behind! You left me with nothing but concern for your wellbeing! I thought you were dead!"

I hadn't realised how I angry I was after all this time, but it made sense. When she first left, I always imagined what I would say to her when I found her again, what our reunion would be like. But when the years went on and I accepted she was truly gone, all of that worry turned into bitterness and resentment. And now, seeing her here... I was furious.

"Y/N, I know you're upset, but–"

"Just get out," I told her with a glare. "I appreciate you saving me and all, but get out."

"Y/N," she pleaded, but I looked away and pressed the button on the side of my bed.

Jemma soon returned and looked between Skye and I with confusion and reluctance.

"Everything okay here?" she asked.

I looked up and met Skye's guilt-filled gaze. "My shoulder hurts."

Skye seemed to get the hint and nodded once more before finally leaving the room. I breathed out a shaky breath, before swallowing the lump in my throat and letting Jemma help me.

I couldn't believe she was back.

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❛ TWO COFFEES ❜

✨ REQUEST: Oh can I have a Nestor imagine where Miguel ends setting the pair of you up??? 💜♥️💜♥️💜

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“Two coffees, please”.

You were with your back to him when you heard his husky voice and a soft latin tone in it. You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow with some kind of confusion at his order. Who comes to a Starbucks just asking for two coffees? Turning at the man with your lips pressed in a funny smile, you took a second to look at him behind the counter.

He is familiar to you. You know him from somewhere.

His black braids were the first thing that caught your attention, before focusing on the red and black shirt under the jacket of his suit. His hands were hidden inside the pockets of his pants, but you noticed his nervousness in the way he had closed them in two fists.

“Normal or decaf? With or without milk? Normal milk? Lactose-free? Soya milk? Almond milk? With sugar, saccharine, or mocca? With or without cream? Do you want it hot or do you want it iced?”

“Normal, no milk, no sweetener, no cream, no ice. Just two coffees”.

You were about to laugh until you heard him talking again. A tone more firm letting you know that he wasn't in the mood for jokes. You could see him gulping a little ashamed when you changed the gesture in your face, but you didn't say anything else. The order was easy and ready in less than one minute. Closing the cups and offering him, you tried to show him another gentle smile but you couldn't. Offering you ten dollars, you waved a hand between the both of you.

“It's on me… Sir”. You told him, an instant before he threw the money inside the tips jar.

Watching him leaving the cafeteria made you feel strangely bad, not knowing exactly why. Sighing as the black car, parked in front of your workplace, disappeared from your field of vision in a jiffy. You hadn't seen that man before, but you wouldn't mind seeing him again. To apologize for being so stupid, of course.

—— NESTOR POV ——

“I fucked up”.

“Yeah, we all have seen the face of that poor girl. I bet you scared her”. Miguel laughed in the back seat of his car, taking a sip from the coffee.

“What the fuck you told him, man?” Vargas stopped the vehicle at a red light, turning at his boss.

“I asked for two coffees, and she started to… give me a lot of options, like milk and sugar and I just got nervous”.

“You? Nervous?” Miguel leaned forward, placing his forearms in both seats, sticking his head out of the gap between both. “The fearless Nestor Oceteva feeling nervous?”

“Fuck off, Mickey! I've been trying to talk with her for a week”.

“Yeah, and you scared her. Did you forget you only had to scare people while you're working?” The other man raised his eyebrows, making his boss laugh behind them.

When the night came and the cafeteria had emptied of customers, you turned off most of the lights inside and locked the main door, to count the cash and write it down in the account book. Playing some soft music on your phone, you took off the green cap and the apron of the same color. It was a long day and all you can think about was in that mystery man with two braids, and who made you feel frustrated for some reason. It wasn't like you wanted to make him smile or to know his name, or maybe get his phone number. Of course not.

Knocks on the crystal door claimed your attention, turning your head towards it and interrupting your task. Gulping nervously finding two suited men with his hands tangled in a big fist, respectively, under their abdomens, you stepped out from behind the counter to lead your feet to their position.

“Are you alone?” One of them asked without any doubt in his words.

Simply nodding, the other man walked to the car parked behind them. Then, you watched Miguel Galindo coming out from it. And now, you were fucked. Of course, you knew the man who came that morning. Licking your lips, freaking out, you unlocked the door to let him walk in.

“Buenas noches”.

“Buenas noches, se—señor Galindo”.

“Are you occupied? May I come in?”

With your heart racing, you gave him enough space to pass you away to the inside.

“I'm sorry if… he tho—thought I was making… fun of him. I didn't me—mean to be disrespectful”.

Your hands were sweating, rubbing one against the other behind your back. Barely breathing. Praying anything you knew.

“Tranquila, it's okay. Do you think I came to… make you something?” His calm attitude gave you shivers. The kind of ones that put your body to tremble. The laugh that echoed all around the empty cafeteria provoked your nausea. “The truth is… you like him. He has been some days trying to encourage himself to ask you out, but my brother is a little dumb”.

Tilting your head with confusion, just like a dog would do, you narrowed your eyes not sure if he was being serious or he was teasing you to have some fun.

“I do—”.

Miguel raised a forefinger to stop you, as soon as his phone rang inside his jacket. Grabbing it from the pocket and reading the name on the screen, he answered the call with the speaker on.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Mickey? Emily just told me you went for two coffees. The fuck you have? Five fucking years old? Leave the waitress in pace!”

Feeling like shit, you bowed down your head because of his words, recognizing the voice at the instant. The man in front of you watched the gesture frowning his brow.

“Nestor, the speaker is on”.

Pi, pi, pi. He had hung up.

“List—”.

“Can you, please, leave? I think you have had enough fun. And you should be ashamed of using your position to do this kind of bullshit to someone humble, who only wants to live her life without being a target to your free time”. Trying to be polite, you pointed at the door with a hand.

“No, no, lis—”.

“If you don't leave right now, sir, I'm calling the cops”. You ruled, taking a step forward with your eyes glued to him, about to cry because of rage. The rage that helped you to lose any fears about confronting the dangerous Miguel Galindo.

In silence, he nodded only one time, turning around to leave the cafeteria. After locking the door, you let the tears fill up your eyes and run down your cheeks. Needing a little break before finishing your work and going home.

A few days have passed since then, not being able to stop thinking about it and why you. Why they decided to play that prank. It wasn't funny. At least, it wasn't funny for you. But you were sure that, later, they commented it and laughed about your gestures. Turning the filter holder of the professional coffee maker, to fit it into the gear, you can't help but look through the reflection on it over your shoulder. Your heart jumps when you find Nestor bent over the counter with both forearms, waiting to be attended to.

“What would you like, sir?” The question comes out from your mouth with a cold tone of voice, not even looking at his eyes, ready to take his order in the TPV.

“Two coffees”. He replies trying to not show any kind of emotion, taking off the sunglasses covering his dark eyes. “One like… just coffee. And another of your choice”.

Filling up the cups with the drink and securing them with the covers, you put them over the counter to grab back the money and give him the change. Holding one with his right hand, the man offers you the other with his left.

“Do you have a moment?”

“No”.

“Por favor”.

“I said no”.

“I'm going to stay here, till you say yes”. The smile curving his mouth, showing you two perfect rows of teeth, convinces you somehow.

Rolling your eyes and tapping your co-worker's shoulder, you make him a gesture to cover you to take a short break. Nestor follows you then to the back alley, not saying a word but trying to prepare a monologue to apologize. Stopping your track and facing him, having a sip from your coffee, you wave your hand waiting for something.

“I told him to not do it”.

“So… was it a bet, or what? Were you bored and thought that could be fun making me feel stupid and ashamed?”

“None of that”. His jaw tensing calls your attention, bowing his eyes to the drink between his hands. “I really wanted to ask you out, but I wasn't sure if you were going to accept. I was nervous and… Miguel thought that he could help me”.

“He didn't”.

“I know”.

“And you, shouting through the phone, either”.

“Yeah, lo siento por eso”. Looking at your eyes again, with regret, he keeps his free hand in a pocket. “If you don't want to hang out with me, it's okay. I came to apologize for what happened”.

“Thank you”. You just whisper.

He tilts his head, pressing his lips and forcing a smile. Nestor waits one second, hoping that you add something else like you would like to have a date, but you don't talk again. Giving up, he nods turning around disappointed, walking out of the alley.

But actually, you're just making him suffer a little. It's called payback.

“I'm free tomorrow night”.

With a brow raised, the man turns around, facing you some steps away.

“We can meet at Jin's chinese restaurant. At seven”.

His smile appears again, infecting you with the same gesture.

“I'll be there at six”.

“Why?” You chuckle, not understanding him.

“To not make you wait”.

“Todo un caballero…”

#lemme know what you think in a comment! ✨#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #mayans mc #nestor oceteva x reader #nestor oceteva imagine #nestor oceteva

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betelgeuse-1988 · 3 years

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okay I've never made. a request b4, but uhhh anything nsfw with lawrence + a trans man reader? no real requirements or anything, maybe just like having it be soft n loving,, idk I have a crush on this man n yr writing is lovely <3

omg thank you so much for the request!! and i'm so honored you like my writing fjhdsakfhsa

anyway here it is! i hope it's soft enough for you <3

lawrence x ftm reader (this is my first time writing an explicitly trans reader; lmk if there are any ways i can improve/things i should change!)

warnings: cockwarming, petnames galore!!, unprotected sex, + this was written at 1:00am so big sorry if there are mistakes

“Lawrence?” you said, peaking into his office. It had been a while since the two of you spent a night together, and you were curious as to what had him stuck in his office so late recently.

“Yes, darling?” He said, not looking up from his work. He was sketching something again, Lawrence would always tell you it was just a secret project for a friend. Despite being absorbed by his work, he had a wide smile on his face at the sound of your voice.

Your relationship with the doctor was...strange to say the least. You were hired as an assistant to help him around his mostly-barren apartment after his separation and especially after he received his prosthetic foot. It was a winter job, for you, in order to make some money while off from college. After that, and a few other events most may deem “unethical”, you moved in and developed a budding relationship with the doctor.

“I just…” you trailed off, nervous to ask him for anything all of a sudden. You looked away but also began walking into his office. Perhaps, even for a while, being closer to him would provide you with the necessary confidence to reveal your desires and curiosities. “I wanted to know when you were coming to bed?”

“Oh, darling,” he said, still not looking up at you. “I got home from work late and I really need to finish this as soon as possible. I’m sorry, but…” he stopped, finally looking into your eyes to see your apprehension and just how lonely you looked. “But, why don’t you come here and keep me company?”

You moved to sit in a chair next to his desk, saved for when you would finish work for class with him in his office. Lawrence, however, stopped you before you could actually sit all the way down. “No, I meant, why don’t you come here and sit like a good boy?” he said, patting his lap gently. You smiled and nodded, walking to Lawrence’s side, ready to sit down on his lap. “Ah ah ah,” he stopped you again, pulling down the zipper on his pants. Lawrence pulled out his cock, jerking it to make sure it’s fully hard. Getting wet at the prospect of having sex in his office, something Lawrence was usually turned off by, you pulled down the shorts you were going to sleep in. The doctor chuckled at your eagerness, continuing to jerk himself off slowly. “Now, darling, you’re gonna sit here like the good boy you are and you’re gonna stay as still as possible with my cock in your hole, okay? And if you behave, I’ll fuck you on my desk like you’ve always wanted.”

Too caught up in his words, there was nothing elegant about your response. You could already hear the overeagerness in your voice, without having said anything. “Okay, I’ll try to be good for you, Lawrence.” You walked over to him, fingering yourself open for him. He watched you as he jerked himself off, precum leaking from the tip of his cock already. He rubbed a hand up and down your side as you worked yourself up to three fingers. Once you could thrust them inside comfortably, you pulled them out and finally seated yourself on Lawrence’s member. Feeling him fill you completely right away, without moving, was odd. It was hard not to twitch or squirm, but Lawrence kept an arm wrapped around you. It was a tight grip, reassuring you that you could follow his orders. You were so distracted by keeping still you couldn’t really pay attention to what Lawrence was writing or drawing, only grounded by the few places where you could feel him touching you, skin-to-skin.

It could have been minutes or hours, but the time seemed to tick by like years. You could feel yourself getting wetter, becoming sloppy with how you were stretched around his dick. You were desperate for friction, for Lawrence to just completely wreck you when he tapped your stomach and put his pen down.

“You were so good for me, such a good boy. Now, do you want your reward?” Lawrence pressed delicate kisses on your back, rubbing your stomach as he thrust gently into you.

“Lawrence, please. Need you to fuck me, right here,” you moaned out desperately.

“Shh, it’s gonna be okay. Get up and bend over the desk.”

You hopped off him gently, not wanting to upset his leg more than it probably already was with how long you were sitting in his lap. You pushed some of the papers he had just been working on off to the side, laying directly on his work calendar (filled out with color-coded events and special dates). You felt Lawrence get up behind you, not bothering to discard any other pieces of clothing, his cock poking proudly out of his pants. His khaki pants still cinched by his belt, with a light blue shirt on top and a loose-hanging red tie. You felt like the doctor’s little boytoy, sneaking around during work hours. And, yet, he looked at you, so full of love and admiration, that you knew he genuinely loved and cared about you.

He entered you again, setting a brutal pace easily. Lawrence slipped in, filling you completely and quickly. You were both sensitive from the lengthy cockwarming, approaching your orgasm quickly. Helping to draw yourself closer, you jerked yourself off, desperate to finally reach your orgasm. Lawrence gripped your hips as his thrusting became quicker with an approaching orgasm. Feeling his cock twitch, you encouraged him to cum inside of you. “Cum inside me, Lawrence. Please, please, need it so bad. Make me cum, fill me up.”

His hips slowed down against yours as he groaned through his orgasm, your head dropping to the desk. Lawrence’s cum, on top of his desperate thrusting through his orgasm, helped you to reach yours, squeezing around his cock, finishing off his orgasm. Lawrence sighed contently behind you, pulling out to let you get up. He handed you the discarded shorts as you stretched, ready to head to bed for the night. But, instead of accepting the shorts right away, you pulled him in for a hug, kissing his cheek sloppily.

“Thank you, Larry. You always know what I need,” you snuggle into his neck, content to be in his loving presence after so long. “I love you, darling.”

He snorts at your use of his favorite petname, but he squeezes you extra tight. “Love you, too, darling.”

#AHH i'm so tired i promise to get to the last few reqs tomorrow morning xoxo <333 #lawrence gordon x reader #ask #nsft #minors dni

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All I've Ever Known (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Audrey Lee)

Word Count: 3.5k

Rating: 18+ (NSFW content)

Premise: A spontaneous date night leaves Audrey questioning the future of their relationship. Set between Book 2 and 3.

Author's Note: It's been a year since I joined Choices, so I thought I'd try my hand at posting a fic. Title from Hadestown. Big thanks to @queencarb and @imaneditorthankyouverymuch for betareading!

I was alone so long

I didn't even know that I was lonely

Out in the cold so long

I didn't even know that I was cold

Turned my collar to the wind

This is how it's always been

All I've ever known is how to hold my own

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Doctor Audrey Lee was not used to the sluggishness that once again occupied most of her days. It was not the caffeine-fueled crash she experienced after a long 16 hour shift, nor was it the unpredictable episodes of insomnia that occasionally plagued her.

Leland Bloom had opened up Edenbrook for a few weeks, before shutting it down to finish the major renovations.

As the sun hit her eyes, she felt the warm body pressed against her back tighten its grasp around her waist. For a brief moment, she relished in the warmth surrounding her. She even allowed herself to believe that she could get used to the feeling of waking up in Ethan's arms.

‘If there even is a future for us…’ Doubt whispers into her ear, poisoning the comfort she found in his embrace.

In the weeks before Edenbrook’s inevitable closing, Audrey, like many of her fellow residents, was looking for somewhere to finish her residency. She had been considering a position back home in New York. When she brought it up with Ethan, he acknowledged her response, but there was no following discussion about what that would have meant for their relationship.

Pushing the thoughts away, she settled back into his embrace. She let herself relax as the muffled sounds of the city below filled the quiet space of the bedroom.

The peace lasted all of five minutes before she began feeling restless again. Uneasiness washed over her as the image of her ripping Bloom's billion dollar check flashed in her mind. In the moment, watching the little shreds of paper sprinkling across the expensive hardwood floor of his mansion had been satisfying. Despite that, she couldn't help but wonder if it was the right move.

If she had accepted the check and handed it to Naveen, Leland would have been convinced that she was on his side. In reality, Audrey trusted him as far as she could throw the old man. Her preference was that he landed into the depths of the icy Atlantic Ocean.

Ripping the check was the right move, but it left her in the dark when it came to Leland's intentions.

Sighing to herself, she turned around in Ethan's arms and buried her face into his neck. She felt the reverberations of his pleased hum. There was no use in overthinking things now. They would deal with the repercussions soon enough.

Pressing a gentle kiss against Ethan's neck, she smiled as his eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning," she whispered.

"It is when I wake up beside you," he mumbled back, his voice heavy with sleep.

"Careful, that sounds awfully sentimental. Wouldn't want my favourite grumpy old man going soft."

Opening his eyes, he sent Audrey a half-hearted glare. The sight of Ethan Ramsey bathed in soft sunlight and his hair mussed up by her hands made her melt.

God, she could look into his eyes forever.

"I contain multitudes," he replied. "Speaking of which, this sentimental and grumpy old man wants to ask if you had plans today."

"No plans." A smirk curled across Audrey's lips as she swept some loose hairs from his face. "But if you had plans that involve us spending more time together in bed, I wouldn’t object."

"You're insatiable."

"Are you complaining?"

He grinned at her. "Not at all."

Leaning in to kiss her, Audrey's hands slid up from his shoulders into his hair. Giving the strands a short and sharp tug, Ethan groaned and bit her lower lip. Leaving a trail of kisses down the column of her neck, he lightly nibbled the skin, eliciting a soft moan from her.

He pulled the sheets away from her body and continued his path downwards. Audrey bit back another moan. Almost immediately, Ethan stopped around her navel and lifted his gaze to look into her eyes.

"I want to hear you, Rookie. Don't hold back."

As a warm hand cupped one of her breasts, his tongue lathered the other bringing her nipples to stiff peaks. This time, Audrey let the moan escape her mouth as she felt herself growing wetter. Lifting his head to lavish her other breast, he shot her a coy smile.

"Much better," he panted. Pinning her wrists against the mattress with a single hand, he slowly made his way down her body as his other hand caressed her soft skin. Swiping a finger across her folds, he groaned. "God, you're so wet for me."

The lust that filled his eyes as his face rested by the apex of her thighs made her shiver.

"Ethan, please," she whined.

When his tongue finally met her soaking cunt, Audrey let out a shaky gasp and an incoherent mumble that sounded vaguely like his name. Her hands threaded into his hair again as he let go of her wrists. Using a hand, Ethan lifted a leg over his shoulder, allowing his tongue to delve deeper. As he sucked her clit, Audrey felt herself tense up as an orgasm rippled through her body.

Once Audrey's breathing slowed, Ethan gently lowered her leg. Through her hazy vision, she noticed his lips and beard glistened in the morning light.

"Please," Audrey begged. "I need you inside of me."

"Gladly."

Pressing a deep kiss against her, she tasted herself on his lips and confirmed her earlier observation. Thankfully, his boxers had been removed last night and he hadn't bothered with putting them back on. The wetness of her first orgasm allowed the blunt head of his cock to easily slip into her throbbing cunt. Gripping onto his shoulders, Audrey panted as Ethan set a steady rhythm, his cock rubbing against her already sensitive clit. As his pace quickened, his thrusts became rougher and he bottomed out causing Audrey to gasp.

She trembled as another wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Ethan followed moments later and groaned into Audrey's neck, the reverberations of the sound causing a delicious tingle across her skin. The couple lounged in bed a little longer as they caught their breaths. Pressing a gentle kiss across her temple, Ethan cupped her face with his hands.

"I wanted to say something before we got sidetracked..." His gaze was impossibly soft as his thumb swept across her swollen bottom lip. "I'd like to take you out on a date. A proper one."

Audrey couldn't help the smile that blossomed across her face. "Really?"

He nodded. "I want the world to know the gorgeous woman beside me is taken. So, what do you say?"

"Yes," she answered. "I'd love to go on a date with you."

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Several hours later, Audrey was back in the apartment she shared with her friends. Ethan had dropped her off in the early afternoon with a promise to pick her up at six for their date.

She was looking through her closet, searching for a particular dress she had in mind. Ethan had been tight-lipped about his plans. He had only stated it would be a black-tie event.

"Ah ha! Finally found you." She pulled the shimmering gold dress from her closet. Looking into the mirror in her room, she held the dress up to her body and smiled.

With an hour until six, Audrey jumped into the shower to freshen up. Once she finished styling her hair and applying some make-up, she slipped into the dress. Arranging the slit over her leg, she slipped into a matching pair of heels, a black shawl and grabbed the purse holding her phone.

She entered the living room to see her friends sitting on the couch arguing about what movie to watch. Sienna came from the kitchen carrying a plate of her homemade cookies and smiled at the sight of her friend dressed up.

"Audrey, you look amazing! Isn't that the dress you wore when we did our Boston bucket list?"

She grinned at the memory of what was supposed to be their last hurrah in the city. "It is, but I thought it'd be nice to wear it again for my date tonight."

"Ramsey asked you out on a date? Tonight?" Jackie asked from her spot on the couch.

Various groans filled the room as Audrey nodded.

"Finally!" Jackie exclaimed. "Everyone, pay up. You each owe me a twenty. "

Bryce sighed, pulling out his wallet from his pocket. "God damn it, Lee. Why couldn't he have waited just one more week before he asked you out?"

"Quit complaining," Aurora said, tossing a kernel of popcorn from the bowl in her lap at Bryce's head. "At least you were close, my guess was way off."

Rafael shook his head as Elijah and Aurora both handed a twenty dollar bill over to Jackie. "How did you get it down to the day?"

Jackie smiled. "I'm a psychic, obviously."

"Hold up... Just how long has this bet about Ethan and I been going on?"

"Since everyone saw you kiss at The Hopeful Hearts Gala," Elijah replied.

"And thanks to you, I'm a hundred dollars richer." Jackie pocketed the small wad of cash and leaned back against the couch.

“Thank you, Sienna,” Audrey sighed as she wrapped the black shawl around her shoulders. “My only true friend for having the decency to not partake in this bet.”

Sienna smiled sheepishly as she placed her plate of cookies on the coffee table. Before sitting down on the couch, she pulled a folded twenty dollar bill from her pocket and handed it over to Jackie.

“I’m sorry, Audrey. Raf was the only one who didn’t bet,” Sienna said. “ Dr. Ramsey and I had an interesting talk on the car ride to…” Sienna’s voice wavered slightly and she trailed off before falling silent.

On the car ride to interrogate Travis Perry about the mystery substance he had released in the hospital.

Audrey immediately crossed the room to hug Sienna. It had been months since the incident had happened, but her best friend was still grieving the loss of Danny. Sienna wrapped her arms around Audrey before she pulled back and hastily rubbed at her eyes.

“I’m okay,” Sienna reassured. “Go and enjoy your date.”

Audrey squeezed her friend’s hand in her own before she let go. “Sienna is forgiven,” Audrey declared to the others. “Thank you, Raf. My true ride-or-die.”

Rafael, who was seated beside Bryce, spoke up. “I didn’t want to make any assumptions about your personal life.”

With the most dramatic stare she could muster, she glared and pointed at the others. “The rest of you. Thin ice.”

Several knocks at the door cut off any reply that followed. Opening the door, she found Ethan standing in the doorway, dressed in his suit. His eyes lit up as he looked up at Audrey.

“You look radiant,” Ethan said.

Audrey felt herself grin. “You’re looking pretty good yourself,” she replied.

“Ready?”

“Definitely.”

“Yo, Lee!” Bryce called from the couch before she could step forward. “Just a heads up, I’m crashing on your bed tonight once movie night runs late since you won’t be using yours.”

“OKAY! We are leaving before I strangle Bryce,” Audrey announced, taking the arm Ethan offered.

Bryce laughed as she shut the door behind them. “Anyone wanna bet if she’s coming home tonight?”

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Twenty minutes later, the pair were seated inside an elegant Italian restaurant by the waterfront. Looking out the window, Audrey watched the bright lights of the city refract against the dark surface of the water.

“I’m a city girl, but I don’t think I could live anywhere that isn’t close to the water.”

Ethan raised a brow. “Why is that?”

Audrey glanced at the gentle waves before she turned to face him. “I find it calming. It reminds me that the world is big. Bigger than any problem I might be facing. Whenever I felt stressed, I would take the subway to Manhattan and just sit in Battery Park for hours to watch the boats in the harbour or watch the people pass by.”

“I believe you called it ‘people-watching’?”

Audrey was surprised. “You still remember that conversation at Derry Roasters?”

He nodded. “I do,” he said. He reached across the table and instinctively, she placed a hand in his palm. “You said I was lost. You didn’t even know about Naveen’s condition at the time, but somehow you knew something wasn’t right.”

Unable to resist teasing him, Audrey smirked. “If I remember correctly, you said I was only half-right.”

“I stand by that assessment.” His thumb traced the ridge of her knuckles. “What baffled me was how this infuriatingly stubborn intern with the potential to be an excellent doctor kept on surprising me.”

“Speaking of surprises…” she said. “Why a date? Why now?”

The thoughts about the uncertainty of their relationship that morning came crawling to the forefront of her mind again, but she held them back. The night had only begun and as much as their undefined status worried her, she was determined to start the night on the right foot. If there truly was no future for them, she at least wanted to enjoy the time they spent together.

“Well…”

His response was cut off as a waiter came to stop at their table. “Good evening. Can I start you two off with something to drink?”

“We’re catching a show after, would you like a drink?”

“We are? I guess I’ll just have some water.”

“Two waters, please,” Ethan ordered.

The waiter nodded and laid two menus on the table. “I’ll be back in a moment to take your orders then.”

“A show?” Audrey asked. “I thought we were just getting dinner.”

The genuine enthusiasm on Audrey’s face made Ethan grin. “I promised you a proper date. That entails dinner and a show. And if you’re not too tired, perhaps a walk along the esplanade?”

“I could be persuaded. What’s the show we’re seeing?”

He shrugged. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

Audrey pouted before an idea struck her. Slowly taking the black shawl off her shoulders which revealed the plunging neckline of the dress, she traced a finger down her neck to her collarbone. “Are you sure there’s no way I could convince you to tell me?” As her finger passed her collarbone, she slowed as she began to trail her finger down the exposed skin.

She felt him squeeze the hand that was still wrapped in his. “You are trying to kill me,” he replied as his gaze followed the path she traced. Gently, he lifted the hand in his and pressed a kiss to it. “As tempting as that offer is, I do believe you will appreciate the surprise.”

Sighing, she dropped the hand he wasn’t holding into her lap. “You win this time, Ramsey.”

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As they got closer, Audrey could see the bright white marquee of the Opera House in the distance: L’Orfeo.

“The darkness of night,” Ethan translates for her. “It’s also the Italian and Spanish form of the name Orpheus.”

“As in Orpheus and Eurydice?” Audrey asked, immediately delighted.

“The very same.”

“When I had my Roman Mythology phase as a kid, I used to check out the same big book filled with various myths for months on end.” She had spent countless hours admiring the detailed illustrations and committing the words that filled the pages to her memory, carefully tracing every swooping letter with a finger. “It actually starts somewhat similarly to the first show we saw together.”

“Then tonight, I’ll rely on your expertise.” Entering the theatre, the pair made their way to his private box. They were seated for ten minutes before the house lights around them slowly dimmed and the curtain opened. On the stage, a woman dressed in red held a lyre.

“That’s the Spirit of Music. She’s saying through the power of music, she can calm any troubled heart. She introduces Orpheus of Thrace, who has the same ability as well. He’s the son of Apollo, the god of sunlight and music, and the muse Calliope, ” Audrey whispered to Ethan, their hands interlaced. As the opera progressed, Audrey explained the events of the story unfolding before them. The marriage of Orpheus and Eurydice and the tragic death of the young bride by snake bite that shortly followed. Orpheus, driven by his grief, embarking on a treacherous journey to the Underworld to bring back his lost love.

“Moved by his singing, Prosperina asks her husband, Pluto, to let Eurydice return to the living world with Orpheus. He agrees upon the condition that Orpheus has to lead Eurydice out of the Underworld, but he cannot look back to see if she is following. Orpheus begins the journey, confident that he will be reunited with Eurydice the moment they leave the Underworld, but…”

Audrey swallowed past the lump that suddenly formed in her throat.

“But then doubt comes in. He thinks Pluto is envious of his love. Maybe Pluto is tricking him.” As a sudden noise sounds from off-stage, the actor playing Orpheus turned around to face his Eurydice. His face morphed from happiness to regret in a flash as Eurydice smiled back at him sadly. “Orpheus sees Eurydice. She was behind him the whole time. She begins to fade away and Orpheus is forced out of the Underworld alone.

“This final act deviates from the myth. Apollo comes from the heavens and tells him not to fall victim to his anger and grief. He invites Orpheus to join him. Eurydice won’t be there, but beauty like hers can be found in the stars. Orpheus accepts.”

As the chorus gathered on the stage for the finale, Audrey looked away. Staring into the dark sea of audience members, she took a moment to collect her thoughts.

Building up her courage, she turned to the man beside her, but before she could say a word Ethan’s hand slipped out of her grasp. Audrey jumped slightly in her seat as the audience around them started clapping for the performance.

By the time the house lights turned on, she had lost her nerve.

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Although autumn was right around the corner, the weather had been lovely for the past week. Despite the lack of chilly weather, Audrey held the black shawl tightly around herself as she and Ethan walked along the Charles River Esplanade.

Her eyes were drawn to the shining lights of a boat further in the distance. Audrey didn’t even notice that her steps had slowed to a stop as Ethan paused to look at her.

“Are you all right?” he asked. “You haven’t said a word since we left the theatre.”

Shaking herself out of a trance, Audrey nodded and laughed, but even she could hear that it was far too hollow sounding. “I’m fine. I must be more tired than I thought.”

“I can drive you back to your apartment, but that doesn’t explain why you’ve been staring at the river for so long.”

She sighed, a wry grin twisting her lips. “I shouldn’t have told you what my tell was.”

Stepping in front of her, Ethan tilted her chin so that he could look into her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I-it’s just…” Audrey had to close her eyes for a moment. One breath in, one breath out. The same blue eyes she had seen that morning— the ones she thought she could spend an eternity staring into—suddenly felt like a tsunami that threatened to swallow her. “Ethan, what are we doing?”

The moment she saw Ethan’s eyebrows furrow and the hurt look cross his face, Audrey groaned internally. Barely a second in and she had already stuck her foot in her own mouth. “I phrased that horribly,” she said. Placing a hand by his clenched jaw, her thumb grazed his cheek until she felt the tension he held there ease. “What I meant was, what are we? These last few weeks have been amazing. I can’t describe the happiness I feel when I wake up in your arms, but I also love those moments we just spend together whether we’re making dinner or just having a quiet night in. I don’t think I need to explain how much I enjoy the physical aspects of our relationship…”

She swallowed a shaky breath. “But if that’s all this relationship is-”

“You know it isn’t.” he immediately replied, placing his warm hand on top of hers.

Audrey shook her head. “Do I?”

“I meant every word I said. I don’t want to hide and I’m done pretending.”

“When I was considering a residency in New York, you didn’t say a word.”

“I didn’t want to influence you. I wanted you to make the best decision for your career.”

“And what would we have done? A long-distance whatever-we-are? You're Ethan Ramsey. You’re a world renowned diagnostician for Christ’s sake. You wouldn’t have any trouble finding another position in Boston,” she huffed.

Looking into her eyes, he said, “It’s simple. I would have gone with you.”

She froze. She was certain she had misheard him. “What?”

“As much as I despise idolatry among physicians,” he said. “I wouldn’t be above using my reputation to get a position in the same city.”

“But your whole life is here in Boston.”

“But you wouldn’t have been here.” Ethan cupped her face in his hands, pressing a gentle kiss against her temple and then to a tear-stained cheek. “I need you, Audrey. I know I’m not the most articulate when it comes to my emotions, but know that you’re important to me.”

The sincerity of his voice caused the tears she had been holding back to fall. Wrapped in his embrace, she let the last of her doubts drift away from the recesses of her heart.

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All I've ever known is how to hold my own

But now I wanna hold you, too.

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Author's Note: Originally this fic was called "Good as Gold" (also based on song lyrics) and was gonna have more smut content, but I might write that and make it a sequel to this instead. 😏

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart fanfiction #oph fanfiction #choices fanfiction #my writing #ethan ramsey x f!mc #audrey lee

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romeulusroy · 3 years

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You Remind Me Of My Own Unhappiness (Thomas Shelby Oneshot)

Character/s: Thomas

Word Count: 1,587

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @writerdream22 @brithedemonspawn @megnotfound @death-of-a-mermaid @woahitslucyylu @obsessedunicorn24 @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @captivatedbycillianmurphy @theshelbyclan @creativemayhems @soleil-dor @thegirlwithoutaname87 @babylooneytoonz @peakyxtommy @locke-writes @lucillethings @miahelen @valkyrie-2312

A/N: A lil writing before I start requested prompt fics, which are still open btw!!!! Ngl, I've had this is my head for a while, and it turned out better than I expected!!!!! I've been reading for my horror fiction class, so I guess this is kind of based off/inspired by all of it (lots of Poe, Jackson, King, etc.) so be warned my loveliest of loves!!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

Summary: You knew too much for his comfort 💕

Gif Credit: @peakycillianblinders :)

FIC MASTERLIST PARTS 1 -> 3 / WANNA BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST?

The earth is soft in your palms, loose as your dig away, your fingers aching amidst the clumps and rocks. The maggots fall one by one off the bone, disturbed in their everlasting feast. Fresh in his mind, an open wound he leaves exposed, to bleed, to breath, to eat him alive. Shallow, as expected. Careless in execution. Impatient, your husband always in such a hurry. Even with this. Handful by handful, muddied, the morning dew undisturbed even as nightfall came. Smelling faintly of a sweet memory, that of the first time you kissed. The raindrops coming between you. Pulling away with a laugh, in awe, at how his beauty compared to that of a rainy day. Your shoes sinking deep, your hands clutching his arms as he pulls you from the muck, letting the slightest hint of a smile slip. The noise of that day, the plops from the pond, the quiet, yet powerful, taps of the leaves, the shudder of branches and bones alike cold from the breeze, the soft of his voice, low, teasing of all the things he'd do when you were alone. Lost, but not forgotten.

It doesn't exist here. The silence is heavy, deadly, respectful. Something he is not. Early, before the sun has her chance to even set and paint the sky. The in between, the dark not as inky as you remember, the stars fading in, resting for their show ahead. A creature of habit, your husban. Every night, at the same time, no matter what. Day by day, you grow less and less, and this becomes an ever harder task than before. Time staking, your movements slow, weary, all knowing of the journey ahead. There is an ache of gratefulness, a nod to the thoughtfulness you assumed he was lacking in, though it could have come out of selfishness none of the less. Not far from home. A quiet walk, that of seclusion. A quick pace, a tight jaw, he could have made the journey in no time. Your body was not as forgiving

No wooden box. Not eternal flame. A sheet, dirty now, and spotted in red, tangled around you. Wet and cold. The same sheets you used to wash, scrubbing clean, that thick soap smell no longer. One more thing you'd miss, the newness of this dying as each minute ticked by. That excitement, that joy, that want for anything more fades as all things do, decomposing with the rest of you. It's become a duty, an obligation, to him, to your marriage, as all things had been, or would become.

There is no where else to go. Nothing more to do. A broken routine was a broken man. Fight it, resist, and you might find him in the tub again, his spine kissing the porcelain, neck bent, waiting to sink until he finds the bottom. You might find him in the bed you shared, eyes open, never crossing that split down the middle, always faced away from your side. You might find him out, at the bar, a job, surrounded, your presence striking him, bloodying his lip. He stares, his balance off, truly shaken to his core. You are a guest he does not share, a secret he locks in his closet, a beating heartbeat under his floorboards.

So, you give up fighting, as you had the last time, and accept this battle lost. Wave your white flag, shaking yourself free of the sheets, standing uneasily on your own rotting skeketon. Step by step, your toes tearing, soles wasting, the entirety of you threatening to cave, making your way home. Tendons frayed, splitting apart. Your flesh bloated, runny, what's left is chewed away. You can feel it all. Your teeth chatter by the openings that were your cheeks, the cold passing right through you, whistling through your open ribcage. Dreadfully exposed. All of it is heavy. With nothing to hold, to cling to, you're stitched together by a single thread. You pull forward with all your strength, choking back a scream. It wasn't pain, not anymore, your nervous system long gone, but the memory of it bursts through your open chest the way it had in that moment, before everything seeped away in a puddle beneath you, and the warmth of your body grew into icy cold.

Your hair is all but gone, just like your middle. Innards spilling into your clothes, filling out, everything once protected inside catching their first taste of freedom. You give up making yourself anymore presentable. You could pass for sickly, at your best, even tired in the beginning. The bags under your eyes gone now, eaten away, the green tint to your demeanor disappeared, leaving nothing but a rotting smell. There was no hiding this, hiding the time that's passed. The flies buzz, bugs crawl freely. It's much their home as yours. You click, a tune you suspect is music to his ears, but it only leaves an ache in your hollow chest. There isn't much left of you, there isn't much more time.

How long does he want to do this?

How much longer can you?

The light streams through the windows, a welcomed warmth. You missed it. You missed that comfort, that knowledge of a place being yours. All you had left to your name was a hole in the ground, weak and muddy. Even then, few knew it was yours at all. The back door, the one only homeowners used. You could see it, your skeletal hand resting weakly on the heavy door. A night like every other. Pressing your ear to the door, listening, as if the pull from his want, his need to see you, hadn't tugged you the whole way here. This act, so small, so innocent, had lead to consequences he could never take back.

Listening, waiting, your own breath no longer a distraction, your own heartbeat no longer drumming through your veins, interrupting every word. It was the only way. Banished, shunned, turned away. Though you wrote his name, you did not share blood, a defining trait he could not look past. The business, family business, turned you away. Complicit, docile, that's what he expected, what you tried to be. Yes, Love. No, Love. For your own protection, Love, as if it hadn't been the barrel of his gun pointed at your chest.

Not everything, but enough, your first mistake was making it known. Invading his world one word at a time, overstepping boundaries with a bit of advice. That was all it took. You realized too late, none of it you could ever take back. Pleading, wide eyed, you promised not to say anything more, to keep your distance between the job, but the damage was done. He changed before your eyes. Tight, rigid, masking himself, crawling back into his shell. He trusted you, he did, but not after that. A man like him could trust no one, not even the person he married. If you knew, who else did? Even the smallest detail could be dangerous. It could coolapse his entire empire. He didn't want to, insisting there was another way, but they agreed as long as you lived, knowing what you did, none of them were safe. A family by name, hardly by choice.

So, by their insistence, he pulled the trigger.

He dragged the body.

He dug a shallow grave.

He made an elaborate story, one of belief, of half-truths, and throw away lines about your solemn departure seeking a new life, abandoning your husband for something else, each of them chipping pieces and plots to the story, anything to help them sleep a little easier.

And here you sat, the hard wood of your dining room chairs puncturing your back. There are two plates, and two sets of silverware. A candle is lit between you. Not always, but tonight it seems he's been missing you more. A napkin sits on your lap, waiting, covering the mangled mass that used to be your lower half. He sits across from you, the space between you large enough to seat the entire family. Only two, though. Everyone else has left, gone, suspecting what it is Mr. Shelby is up to, wondering why they are let go more frequently, always at the exact same time. He musters up a smile, that of pain, with horror in his eyes, finally realizing just how cruel this has all been for you. You smile back, pieces of you ripping open, your lips uncurling, splitting in two, revealing a mouth empty of teeth.

Thomas speaks lightly of the day passed. The endless dread of paperwork, the faint gnaw that someone has been following him lately, a special nod to the advice he took from you that had been successful. No thank you, though. No admittance of grief or wrongdoing, no apology, not even a word of what you were really doing here. He couldn't let go, move on, he couldn't shake the guilt that woke you each night and put you to bed hours later. You were dead, killed by his own hand, had been for quite some time. Yet, every night after the murder you joined him. For dinner, for drinks, to sleep beside him in the bed you shared since your wedding day. Step by step, decaying in your time of rest, the same thought in your mind over and over, never letting it escape your lips, you knew better from the last time: when would he let you rest in peace?

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