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dilemmaontwolegs · 9 months

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The Best Kept Secret on the Grid || Part Four

MV, CL, CS, LH, LN, PG, GR, FA, DR, OP x fem!reader Warnings: fluff and flirting (sorry there will be smut next time) Reader gets to go on a hunt of her own! WC: 3.1k F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five Thank you to @kimi240302 for being inspired to make this collage, it’s perfect! 💕 and it inspired this fic!

It was strange that the elevator had arrived on your floor, and even stranger that it was empty. Your penthouse apartment took up the entire top floor of the building and required a keycard just to use the private elevator. Only Max had the spare keycard.

Sticking your head inside you found it wasn’t entirely empty. Tucked into the corner was a gift box tied off with a delicate silver bow, your name written on the tag hanging from it. You thought about calling Max first but it wasn’t unusual to receive gifts from him so you carried it inside and opened it.

Your jaw dropped at the beautiful ball gown neatly placed inside. Each crystal of the glittering bodice was individually sewn on with meticulous care and it must have cost a small fortune to make. There wasn’t even a label to give a clue as to who the designer was, but it was clearly custom made and you knew without even stepping into it that it would fit perfectly.

Lifting the train out, you found an equally stunning half mask along with a small blank card that you turned over. Hand written in an elegant script is said: Le Bal Masqué 2200. You looked at the time and saw there was just over an hour to get ready.

You had just settled the mask over your styled hair when there was a knock on your door and you slipped your heels on before answering. Expecting to see Max waiting, you were surprised to find a stranger holding a card with your name on it, silently handing it over before you could ask what was going on.

It’s your turn to find us tonight, M.

“Your car is downstairs, madame,” the messenger said as he held the elevator door open for you.

The excitement brought a smile to your face as you stepped inside, wondering just what he had planned for you. You obviously weren’t hunting them the same way they chased you on the island, the dress was far too nice to ruin.

You were occupied by your thoughts the entire drive through the streets of Monte Carlo until you arrived at a cliff side residence. The gates opened at the car’s approach and you could see the mansion was full of men wearing their finest suits.

“Have a lovely evening, madame,” the chauffeur said as he opened the door for you.

You thanked him as you stepped out, your entrance garnering plenty of envious stares from the women and looks of longing from men loitering on the steps. You had scanned what you could see of the men’s faces beneath the masks and determined why this was a hunt - three had the same blue eyes and dirty blonde hair as Max while two could have easily been Charles at first glance.

Smiling to yourself, you climbed the stairs and entered the large foyer full of men who could all pass for yours.

“Champagne?” You took the flute from the waiter’s tray and saw two rolls of stickers beside it. Noticing the curious lift of your brow above the diamante mask, the waiter tapped the first roll. “The green sticker is for when you believe you have found one of the drivers here this evening, there are only ten so choose wisely. If you believe you have found an imposter, place a red dot on their lapel and they will be escorted off the premises. You have until midnight. Happy hunting.”

You smirked over the rim of your champagne flute and grabbed the roll of red stickers first. Turning to survey the crowd, you chuckled as you whispered to yourself, “Oh Max, you’ve outdone yourself.”

“Enjoying your evening?”

You turned to the man with a thick Spanish accent and immediately knew he wasn’t your Nando, though the jawline beneath the mask followed the same curve and his short beard was shaped similarly. The voice was too deep and the eyes were more green than hazel to match Nando’s so you plucked a red dot from the reel and slapped it on his suit as you answered, “Extremely. Thank you for coming.”

His lips turned down and a large unmasked man stepped out of the shadows, already guiding him out of the residence. You were already making your way to the ballroom where the crowd swelled, dozens and dozens congregating on the dance floor where a band were playing new hit singles but in a classical way. Perhaps band wasn’t the right term, there were so many instruments it was practically an orchestra.

An arm curled around your waist as you swayed to the music and you tipped your head back to meet a pair of brown eyes so dark they were almost black. He didn’t speak as he pulled you closer and for the first time you weren’t certain if the man was an imposter or your Esteban.

“You’re not going to ask how my night is going?” you baited him, a quick smiling parting his lips as he shook his head. Pursing your lips, you weren’t ready to rule him out with a red sticker but you needed to hear his voice to decide if he was worth one of the precious ten green dots in your hand. “Then how about a drink instead?”

His smile grew as he took your hand in his and led you to one of the small bars dotted around the ballroom. Looking at the long fingers laced with yours, you saw a thin tan line on his index finger where a ring had spent a lot of time and you tried to remember if Esteban had one too. Charles, Pierre and Lando definitely did but the memory of Estie’s hand drew a blank - you knew his fingers from how they felt between your legs not by sight apparently.

“Two piña coladas, please,” you ordered as you watched what features you could around the mask but there was no sign of disgust. “One for the road,” you added as you placed a red sticker on his collar.

“How did you know?” the lookalike asked with an English accent.

“Pineapples.” You shrugged and took the cocktail that was placed in front of you. “He hates them.”

Half an hour later the crowd had thinned dramatically. The security team had been kept busy as you felt like the Oprah meme, slapping red dots on the imposters - you get one, and you get one. With a large portion of men gone you were able to focus better and there were two men in particular you had your eye on.

All it took was one laugh and you were peeling back the first green sticker, heading for the pair of dark haired men chatting in the library. Their backs were to you as they laughed at silly book titles and you announced your arrival with a kiss to the shadow of a beard before sticking the green dot to his forehead.

“You two together was always going to be a dead giveaway,” you teased as you stuck another sticker on Lando’s nose. “Only Carlos can make you laugh like that.”

“Don’t tell me we were first?” he whined as he saw the otherwise full strip of green dots. “How have you not found George?”

You trailed a finger over the perfect lines of his suit before tugging the bow tie around his neck. He swallowed at the smouldering look in your eyes and let you drag him closer by the throat until your lips brushed his ear. “Why don’t you help me?”

His lips parted to answer but Carlos pulled him away before he could impart the information he knew. Blocking you with his body, Carlos shook his head at your attempt to break the younger driver. “Rules are rules, hermosa, and you are running out of time.”

He jutted his chin at the grandfather clock and smirked as he ducked from your reach with a laugh when you tried to take back the green sticker. “Uh uh uh, I’m well and truly yours.”

“You’re lucky you’re handsome,” you warned as you left them to their game and continued your hunt. “Alright, George, Gerorge, George, where would you be…oh.”

You had wandered through the throngs of people inside the impressive mansion but you hadn’t explored the rest of the property. It was very easy to understand Lando’s complaint when you walked out the wide open doors to the infinity pool set on the cliff face.

“I’m not sure how I’m going to get this to stick to you,” you said as you held a green dot on your finger tip. George grinned beneath his mask as he looked up from the waters edge enjoying a warm dip in the pool. Water dripped from his hair and ran down his chest as he stood up, tracing a wet palm up your calf through the slit in the dress. He was the only one at the soirée who had taken his suit off and he had also decided to put his bow tie back on before hopping in the heated pool. “You look like a stripper.”

“A very expensive one I hope,” he teased. “You look hot, love, you should join me and cool off.”

“Wish I could,” you sighed, feeling a little like the white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland, “but I’m running late and still have seven of you guys to chase down.”

George pulled himself out of the pool and grabbed a towel, a few drops of water catching on the crystal bodice as he shook his hair out. He dragged the towel down his body and you used the dry spot on the centre of his chest to plant a green dot on him. “Tagging my heart, love,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “You don’t need to chase us, we are waiting for you.”

He sent you a wink as he swiped up his suit and left you poolside, confused by what he meant. “You’ll figure it out, I know you will.”

Dawdling along the balcony, you chewed over his words before realisation struck. You found Lando and Carlos together and George in the water - places where they loved to be. It seemed so obvious once you thought it and you rushed inside to the ballroom. You hadn’t questioned why the orchestra was masked but when you spotted the dark head of hair at the grand piano it made sense.

“It’s my favourite Frenchman,” you whispered in his ear and the melody bounced over a miskey.

“Monegasque,” he corrected automatically, turning to see the amusement shimmering in your eyes. “Bonsoir, mi bella.”

“You might want to rest those fingers, Charles, wouldn’t want you to get a cramp later.”

He grinned at the remark and dragged them across the keys. “Don’t worry, I’m just warming up.”

“So am I.” You reached out and stuck the green dot to the index and middle finger on his right hand before kissing the dimple on his cheek. “Those are mine.”

You followed a waiter as he slipped from the room with an empty tray and found a set of stairs leading down a floor, into a busy kitchen. Your next target stood out among the white shirt chefs and you were once again amazed at how they had managed to find strangers with such a resemblance to your drivers.

“What’s cooking, good looking?”

Fernando turned with a spoonful of something that smelled delicious and your lips parted for him. A heavenly moan hummed from your chest as you tasted what he had been stirring on the stove. Nando smirked as his eyes followed the line of your lips before he leaned in and caught them with his, rolling his tongue across your bottom lip.

“You missed a bit,” he said as he wiped the spot of sauce with his thumb before licking it clean. You momentarily forgot what you were doing but he had his wits about him as he took a green sticker and placed it on his collar. “Now this is my colour.”

“Not red?” He shook his head as you flattened the dot to make sure it wouldn’t be lost in the 25 minutes you had left. “So the Ferrari rumours…?”

“Just rumours, querida, but I don’t think you have time to gossip.” He pointed the spoon to the clock above the head chef’s station. “There’s still a few spots left.”

“Vegan special,” the chef shouted as he hit the bell for service and a waiter arrived in an instant. “Deliver this to the home theatre.”

“One less now.” You grinned and pulled another sticker out. “See you at midnight.”

You followed the waiter into the quiet depths of the mansion until he reached a door and you took the plate from the tray. “I can take it from here, thanks.”

Lewis was so engrossed in the film he didn’t notice it was you in the room with him. It was only when he looked closer he saw the green dot stuck to the white china plate in your hands and looked up with a wide smile.

“I take gratuities in orgasms, just so you know,” you said with a laugh as he moved the plate and pulled you onto his lap instead.

“It’s your lucky night, baby,” he purred in your ear as his hand slipped up the slit in your dress. “I’ve been told I’m a heavy tipper.”

His fingers teased along the lace edge of your panties and you only just managed to clear your head before he could erase all your thoughts with his touch. “Rain check,” you groaned, not wanting to leave just yet but Fernando had given you an idea before the chef had set you onto Lewis’ path. “Where would you go if you wanted to hear the juiciest gossip?”

Lewis chewed his lip as he thought it over before deciding, “The bar, a few drinks definitely loosens lips.”

“Then that’s where I need to go.” You thanked him with a kiss before leaving the theatre and made your way back to the busiest room in the place. But, before you could leave the lower levels you heard a distinctive accent and skidded to a stop.

“When they said you guys came from a land down under, I didn’t think they meant the basement.” Daniel’s smile split his face as you stepped into the games room where he and Oscar were chalking their cue sticks.

“Thank god you’re here,” Oscar sighed gratefully and placed the cue down on the table, turning to face you with a smile. “I suck at playing pool.”

“Maybe that’s because it's billiards, not pool,” you pointed out as you stepped into the space between his legs.

“I don’t even know what that is,” he admitted, his hands running over the dresses bodice and down to rest on your ass. “You look gorgeous.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a suit.” You straightened the bow that had tilted at some point and draped your arms around his neck. “It suits you, handsome.”

His nose wrinkled and you giggled as he tugged at the tie, sending it off kilter again. “It feels like I’m being choked.”

“There’s some pleasure to be found in a bit of choking. Isn’t that right?” Daniel asked in your ear as he stepped up behind you, his fingers delicately circling your throat. He guided your head back to his shoulder and traced his nose over your racing pulse, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume. “Hmm, maybe we can show him how good it can be.”

You could feel both of them coming to life as they sandwiched you between them, digging their erections into you. Your eyes fluttered shut at the temptation to drop to your knees and taste the Australian drivers, but you forced your eyes open and squirmed free of their intoxicating embrace.

“Soon, promise,” you panted as you slapped a sticker on Daniel’s ass and made Oscar whine needily when you placed one over his tented trousers, rubbing your palm over it to make sure the green dot was secured. “Very soon.”

The largest bar was set up in what you guessed was usually a dining hall and it spanned the length of the room. Leaning against the bartop was Pierre, his chin on his fist as he listened to the revellers unravelling their innermost thoughts aloud. He was engrossed in the tale, nodding encouragement when the woman’s cheeks turned scarlet red beneath her mask.

“And what did he do?” Pierre asked eagerly.

The woman covered her lips as she giggled before leaning in and whispering her confession. Pierre’s lips parted with a gasp, his eyebrows rising over the top of his mask as he stood upright. “Non!”

“Oui!”

Pierre spun around at the sound of your voice in his ear and he tore his mask from his face. “Ma chatte, look at you,” he said with a playful bit of his lip as you gave him a slow spin to show all of your curves glittering beneath the chandelier light. “Beautiful. And just in time too.”

You followed his gaze and saw there was only three minutes to midnight. “Shit,” you whispered as you grabbed the second to last sticker and pressed it to his chest. “Gotta run.”

Your calves burned as you climbed the stairs, spiralling higher and higher, racing the hands of the clock until you reached the top floor. The entire wall was made of glass and overlooked the dark water beyond the cliffs, but it wasn’t the panoramic vista that caught your eye.

His back was to you, the black silk tie of his mask flattening the back of his hair that would usually stick up in all directions, especially after combing your fingers through the strands. But it didn’t matter if you couldn’t see his face, you would recognise him anywhere.

His hands were crossed at the base of his spine, right one holding the left. It was how he stood whenever he was on the podium, how he stood when his anthem played. It was how he stood when he desperately wanted to be elsewhere but was forced to be patient.

You wrapped your arms around his narrow waist and found his eyes reflected in the glass. “Hi.”

The grandfather clocks throughout the mansion struck 12, the loud dongs echoing through the halls. “I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.”

You smiled into his shoulder at the teasing in his voice. “I always knew where you would be.” Stepping around his body, he pulled you into the circle of his arms so you were both watching the horizon as fireworks began to light up the sky above the sea. “There was only one place my Max could possibly be…at the top.”

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marishoodie7 · 9 months

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Dom!GF!Ethan x Sub!F!Reader

Content: 18+ Minors dni! Unprotected P in V, oral sex (M receiving), cannon typical violence

You and Ethan had been dating for a few months. You started off as friends because she was too shy to talk about his feelings for you, but eventually Chad got him to get the courage up to ask you out.

Ethan was sweet and nice, but he could be private about some things, like his family. The only things you knew was that he had a sister and his brother had died in a motorcycle accident on the freeway. Besides that little flaw, he was really protective. That was why it was so strange he had left you alone at the frat party.

“Hey Chad! Have you seen Ethan?” You asked as your boyfriends roommate passed.

“No, he mentioned something about leaving early. I thought he was taking you with him.” Chad answered confusedly.

“No, uhm, it’s fine, I’ll just catch him on his way out. Thanks Chad, bye.” You said meekly as you headed towards the door. You stepped out onto the cool night air.

It was dark and the only thing to illuminate your walk was streetlights dotted along your path. You thought you heard something behind you, and you tried to discreetly glance behind your shoulder. You didn’t see anything, so you just kept walking quicker, despite waving off your fears you still felt eyes on you, a sickening prickly feeling creeping up your back.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you approached your apartment. You quickly slid the key in the door and unlocked it. You stepped inside your apartment and started to close the door when you felt and external force pushing on the outside. You screamed and fought it, but you caught a glimpse of the man at the other end. You could smell alcohol coming off his breath, his hair was a rusty color and it was greasy, he had a beard and looked about 50.

Fear surged through your body when he managed to get the door open with such a force it slammed against the wall as it opened. He advanced slowly, like a predator would approach its prey. Behind him you saw another figure, they must have been hiding in the darkness because they stepped when they forward you suddenly had a full view of their black cloaked body. They were wearing a Ghostface mask and held a shiny buck knife.

You screamed even louder and pointed at the figure behind you. The dirty man in front of you stopped smile and he turned quickly, he didn’t even get time to yell out in surprise before Ghostface tackled him and began slashing him. The stabs were quick and deep, they were peppered all over his body. The man lay on the floor, not yet limp, but he was crying.

“Please, please don’t.” He begged, he could barely lift his hands to wipe his eyes. Ghostface tilted his head and waved the knife back in forth tauntingly in his face, as if to say no. Then he slit his throat, ear to ear. You had pressed yourself up against the kitchen wall, unable to speak, sweat ran down your forehead and you whimpered as the figure approached you.

“It’s your turn now.” He said, his voice was deep and distorted. He took menacing steps towards to, but stopped short. He brandished his knife at you.

“Move.” He said, beckoning towards your room. You walked tentatively into your room and stood at the foot of your bed. Ghostface was in the doorway, he stood and watched you stand there.

“Lay down.”

You laid on the bed, your body facing the ceiling. Ghostface loomed above you and you were overcome with a sudden fear of what he would do to you. Instead of stabbing you like he did with the other man, he dropped the knife and pulled his mask off. Your jaw dropped as you realized who was underneath.

“Ethan?” You asked, and he smiled at you.

“Surprise babe.” He replied with a smirk, but you didn’t think this was funny.

“Wh-Why did you do this? Why are you doing this?” You demanded, you had propped yourself up on your elbows.

“Can you see y/n? He was going to hurt you. I wasn’t about to let that happen.” He answered exasperatedly.

“Are you going to hurt me?” If he said no you would believe him. But you didn’t know what to do if he said yes.

“Oh you poor sweet thing,” he laughed, “I would never hurt you. But I do have some other plans for you. Now get on your knees.” He commanded. You rose and knelt in front of him.

He slipped off his robes and revealed he his toned abs. He was only wearing boxers under it. You hadn’t been able to see the growing bulge in his pants because of the robe, but now it was in full view now.

Ethan pulled his boxers down and his hardening length sprang out. He grabbed your hair and pulled you closer to him. You opened your mouth and immediately engulfed his length. He shuddered at the sudden contact of your hot lips. He bucked forward slightly as you slowly pulled your mouth off of him, and then slid down again, teasingly.

You could tell he was becoming impatient so you picked up the pace, you swallowed his dick a few more times before you deep throated him and began to run your tongue around him. His dick trembled in your mouth as he got closer to his release and he whimpered above you. His breathing became ragged, so you deep throated him a few more times before his let his hot ropes fill your mouth.

You slowly removed your lips from his shaft with a pop and then swallowed his cum. You stood in front of him and he pushed you onto the bed.

“It’s your turn now y/n.” Ethan said as he pulled your skirt off and removed your shirt. He loved to be in control when you had sex. Unlike in public, he was confident in the bedroom and loved to be dominant. Once he had undressed you he grabbed one of your boobs and thrusted his now rock hard dick into you.

He didn’t give you any time to adjust before finding a steady pace to thrust into you. You cried out and grabbed his shoulder. He continued this until your cries turned into moans, then he picked up his pace and started moving quickly. The sound of skin pounding together soon drowned out the moans.

“Fuck, Ethan!” Your scream just made him pump faster into you. You could feel your walls closing around you as you neared your first orgasm. The knot in your stomach soon came undone as a hot feeling filled your stomach. Ethan hadn’t came yet, so he fucked you through your orgasm. You were sensitive after so you soon found yourself whimpering desperately in his ear.

“Hold on for me y/n. Fuck, keep that up babe.” He swore as you bucked your hips into his and ran your fingers through his curls. You could feel yourself tensing as another orgasm approached. The thing that pushed you over the edge was Ethan’s whimpers and moans as he neared his own orgasm. He pumped faster and harder into you, and you came. Soon after Ethan filled you up with his own cum. Your insides felt hot and full.

He slowly stopped and then pulled himself out. He collapsed on the bed and you rolled over on top of him. You soon fell asleep as he ran his fingers soothingly through your hair, praising you for your performance that night. You would wake up in the morning to find the body in your living room gone, but at least Ethan is still there, sleeping next to you.

A/N: I wanted to try an Ethan Landry smut! Let me know if you like it! My asks are always open for requests btw :)

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lixxen · 11 months

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I'll tear out your heart, it'll always be mine - The Spot x Male!Reader

I have an idea of what Jonathon Ohnn would be like if he'd be in this situation. He is a bit silly and I love him so much. Gonna cross post on AO3 when I get out of work tomorrow (today? It's 3am).

Send me an ask and I'll answer any questions about this small AU and I'll maybe write more!! (I did. This is an alternate version)

Title is from this song.

Warnings: slight obsessive behavior towards the end. Violence (canon typical). SFW

"Oh shit-"

The words came tumbling out as limbs flailed and hands grabbed onto said limbs.

Y/n had been sitting at home, minding his own business in his apartment when all of the sudden a giant black hole appeared and a spotted man came falling out.

The man had landed directly on top of Y/n, causing him to yell and flail.

"Hey, hey! Stop m- stop moving!" The strange man almost cried out, grabbing at the stray limbs that were assaulting him.

A closed fist was thrown at the man's face, which made him yelp. Y/n's hand went straight through the giant black spot on the face and came right out next to the man's head. It barely missed him, but Y/n panicked. He yanked his hand back with a small disgruntled noise.

"Who the hell are you?" Y/n tried to grab at the man's face, going for the white part, but the man grabbed his hand this time.

"The Spot!" The man heaved out slightly, as if he was out of breath. Y/n stopped flailing as he gave the man a confused look.

"Like... That dude who people have been talking about on the radio stealing shit?" Y/n squinted at the man in utter confusion.

"YES! I mean. Yes." The Spot nodded quickly and let out a triumphant noise. "That's me!"

Y/n took a good look at the man on top of him.

His limbs were long and awkward, as if he was stretched out ever so slightly. It was disproportionate to his solid trunk of his body. His skin was a pure white, the type that a fresh Tshirt would be, with inky black dots shifting across his skin.

"You seem so much gangly and awkward in person." Y/n's words came out and he couldn't help but grimace at himself.

"You know, that is so rude of you " Y/n bet that if the Spot had a face, he'd look offended. "Has anyone ever told you to never comment on people's looks?"

Y/n let out a snort and the Spot let his arms go.

"Has anyone ever told you that dropping on top of someone in their home, uninvited, is rude?" Y/n responded and moved to push the man off of him.

The Spot moved to get up, letting Y/n push him off practically. The Spot stood above Y/n and watched as he had moved to sit back up.

"It's not like I wanted to be here."

Y/n did recall that the reports had said he seemed to not know how to use his power quite yet, so that made sense.

"Well" Y/n dusted himself off and looked back up to the spotted man. "I would like to ask you to leave. As much as I'd like to chat, I do have things to do."

"Feisty." The Spot grumbled and pulled a spot off of himself. He flinged it against the wall, where it stuck and grew in size. "See you around."

"Yeah." Y/n watched as the Spot climbed through the spot. "Sure."

It had been months since their first interaction, and Y/n couldn't seem to shake the spotted bastard.

More and more frequently, the Spot seemed to show up whenever he pleased. He would simply open up a spot in the middle of the living room, walk out to grab a piece of fruit that was kept on the dining room table, then walk back out.

Sometimes, if Y/n was unlucky, he would actually stay a bit and ramble to Y/n.

Y/n learned that his name was Jonathan Ohnn. He was an Alchamex scientist who had been effected by the destruction of Wilson Fisk's tower and other events in the last year.

Apparently the accident had turned him into the being he is today.

Without a job and family, the Spot just seemed lonely and desperate for any interactions and money. He stole small things so he could pay rent from some shady slumlord that had connections to Wilson Fisk. Nobody else would home some spotted lab experiment gone wrong, so he did what he had to.

Y/n almost felt pitty for the guy. It wasn't necessarily his fault that all of this happened. He apparently just wanted to study alternate realities and ended up aiding in the space time continuum being sliced open.

Y/n had given in by now, letting the man crash at his place sometimes. He would let the Spot sleep on his couch, giving him time to watch the spots slowly disappear from his skin as if his powers were connected to his consciousness.

Y/n was now leaning against the Spot as they watched a soap opera on his television. The skin underneath his felt akin to skin, if not more rubbery and smooth. Almost as if it was a giant scar. He was cool to the touch on his limbs, but his head and rest of the body was warm.

"I don't understand why she doesn't go for Daniel." The Spot mumbled as he shoved popcorn into the large hole on his face.

That hole seemed to be the closest he had to a mouth and eye. It consumed food when he wanted it to and would change size like an iris. It was so odd, as the man didn't excrete anything. Y/n made sure to ask about it. The stuff that went in disappeared, as if his body absorbed it as pure energy and matter.

"It's for the drama." Y/n shrugged and pressed his cheek against the Spot's shoulder. "I thought you lived for drama?"

"Not this kind." The Spot would have rolled his eyes if he could.

"I know." Y/n smiled and looked up to the Spot.

Their time together had given Y/n a soft spot for the man. Today was the day he was going to offer him a place to stay. There was a second bedroom he kept as storage. He could buy a futon easily. He wasn't completely broke, and if push comes to shove then the Spot could steal it.

"Hey, Spot." Y/n started.

The man looked down to him and tilted his head.

"You know you can call me Jonathan, right?" That was his only response.

Right.

"Yeah. Totally." Y/n nodded. "Would you want to move in, Jonathan? You're always here and you won't have to do anything drastic anymore. No more stealing."

Jonathan was oddly quiet. He was only like this if he was thinking. It was almost eerie, especially when the spots on him stilled.

"Yes. Sure. I..." Jonathan put a hand on Y/n's arm. "Are you sure? I'm a freak of nature and I don't have a job. I am a liability and a burden."

"You need to get out of your shitty apartment, so I don't see why not." Y/n shrugged. "You can have my extra room."

Jonathan hummed before sighing.

He looked as stressed as someone without a face could.

"I could. Would you genuinely not mind?" Jonathan turned his whole body towards Y/n, who moved to sit up and put his hands on Jonathan's knees.

"I offered, right?" Y/n offered a small smile.

Jonathan looked down towards Y/n's hands and placed one on top of them. Y/n could tell that something was wrong.

"No one has been this nice to me since this happened." Jonathan looked back up.

Y/n brought his free hand up to Jonathan's face, tilting his head slightly.

"I won't abandon you, I promise. I care about you." Y/n rubbed his thumb across Jonathan's cheek, watching as the spot on his face get smaller as if it was closing.

"Promise?" Jonathan asked quietly.

"Of course."

Y/n stared in horror as emergency services cleaned up the rubble that was once his job.

Spider-Man and a villain had came blasting through the window and ended up destroying his job. He had gotten bruised and cut up in the process, which wasn't bad.

But it was the fact that the mom & pop restaurant that he helped manage was destroyed beyond repair that was bad.

"Y/n." The owner, Mr. Giovanni, approached.

Y/n felt a pit in his stomach as he looked up from where he sat. The man looked red eyed as he sat down next to Y/n.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think we'll be able to come back from this." Mr. Giovanni spoke quietly, only for Y/n to hear as people rushed by. "I am sorry. I didn't want you to have to loose a job this way."

Y/n looked away, taking a deep breath and pressing his ash covered palms onto his closed eyes. Emotions bubbled up in his chest and he could feel his eyes water.

"Don't cry, dear child." Mr. Giovanni put a hand on Y/n's back. "I can help you get a new one. I have strings I can pull."

"I... I don't know." Y/n dropped his hands from his face. "Would it be soon enough to keep up with rent?"

It had been almost a year since Jonathan had moved in. A year of supporting two people on one income that was better than what most people in his situation would have. This would ruin their financial state.

"I would hope. But no saying if it would." Mr. Giovanni frowned. "That boyfriend of yours still don't have a job?"

"He isn't my boyfriend." Y/n shook his head. "But no. He has a condition that makes it so nobody wants to hire him."

Mr. Giovanni hummed and whispered how it was such a shame.

The two sat in silence before the fire department walked up with an officer.

"My name is Officer Morales. Could we have a minute?" The officer spoke to Mr. Giovanni.

Mr. Giovanni turned to Y/n before handing him his final paycheck and leaving.

Y/n sniffled as he pocketed the money and got up. The walk home was filled with anxiety and self pity. It bubbled with anger the closer and closer he got to his home.

Y/n stomped up the steps of the apartments, going up two at a time. He unlocked his door with more force than needed, pushing himself in harshly. He slammed the door behind him. The apartment rattled at the force.

"Woah!" Y/n heard Jonathan from the depths of the apartment call out.

Y/n took off his jacket, gripping it in front of him with both hands. His bruised and dirty hands shook as his angered bubbled up.

With a loud scream that ripped through his throat like fire, Y/n threw his jacket as hard as he could towards the wall and fell to his knees.

"Y/n?!" Jonathan called out and there was footsteps running through the small apartment.

Y/n's eyes welled up with tears as he started to hard sob. Hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him up slightly.

"Y/n, what happened to you? Who hurt you?" Jonathan asked, his voice warbling slightly. "Are you okay?"

Y/n let out a hiccuping sob as he opened his eyes again. Jonathan's face spot was blown wide and did the solar flare that happened when he was upset. His spots were shaking and swirling, coming off his body in the way that he'd seen solar flares reach from and back into the run in videos.

The hands moved their way to Y/n's face, holding him in place and inspecting him.

"Y/n, why are you bleeding and bruising?" Jonathan's voice sounded like it was glitching and about to cry himself.

"A fight." Y/n tried to take a deep breath, but it kept catching on the lump in his throat. "Spider-Man and a villain crashed into my job. They destroyed everything. Spider-Man tried to stop him. But I got thrown by the guy."

Jonathan's face spot shrunk at the mention of Spider-Man and the villain.

Y/n knew he held grudges against the poor kid, as much as Y/n tried to tell him that the couldn't have known.

"They did what?" Jonathan rubbed a thumb against a dry patch of blood on Y/n's cheek. "What villain?"

"The one with the wings. Vulture?" Y/n sniffled. "My job though... It's gone."

"Your job is gone?" Jonathan slowly took a hand off of Y/n's face and put it through a spot.

"The place was demolished. Mr. Giovanni told me that he can't afford to fix everything." Y/n explained as he watched Jonathan pull his hand back to them, with a wet cloth in his hand. "He said he'd try to get me a job."

Jonathan was oddly quiet as he slowly wiped Y/n's face. Y/n couldn't tell what he was thinking as he dragged the cloth across the now scabbing cuts. It stung slightly, but Y/n didn't flinch. He was too focused on the pinprick spot on Jonathan's face.

"Jonathan?" Y/n frowned.

Jonathan hummed in response, the spot flicking upwards for a second towards Y/n's face.

"You're quiet." Y/n stared simply.

"It'll be okay. I promise." Jonathan was oddly vague. "I'll make everything okay."

"What do you mean by that?" Y/n frowned.

"Don't worry." Jonathan took the cloth away and tilted his head. "Now, let's go get you food."

Jonathan Ohnn was a simple guy.

He normally wasn't one to step up when someone fucked him over. He normally let things brush by. Why would he fight people when he knew that everything was worth it.

It wasn't until Spider-Man ruined everything that he had felt worthless. His life was suddenly ruined; he lost his job, friends, and family. He felt alone and like his spots were eating him alive. He didn't feel human.

That was until he accidentally stumbled upon Y/n.

Y/n had cared for him, even with how he looked. He became friends with Jonathan over months and then took Jonathan in. He felt tied to Y/n. The two were two strings within an interconnecting web; tied together and forever interwoven.

The amount of anger and pain that Jonathan had felt when he saw Y/n crying in their foyer, beaten almost to a pulp, had been the worst he had felt since he had lost his life.

It felt as if he had crumbled again. He never wanted to feel that again.

So there Jonathan was, walking into a bar off of 42nd. It was a known villain bar that no one messed with. Something having to do with the sacred ecosystem of crime.

Or something like that.

Jonathan stepped into the bar and watched as heads turned towards him.

"Holy shit." One man grumbled and turned away. "Someone let the spotted one in."

Jonathan didn't care. He looked around the bar until he saw the Vulture.

The man had cuts across his face, a bruise of two littering his arms from the fight that destroyed Y/n's job.

"Hey! Who invited the D-lister?" Some villain in the back called out and others laughed.

Jonathan felt anxiety spike in his stomach, but walked towards the Vulture. He hated hearing the whispers about him, calling him a shitty villain. A joke.

He was getting tired of being a joke to literally everyone.

Jonathan stopped in front of Vulture, who simply looked up with a raised eyebrow.

"What'd you want, dalmatian?" Vulture mumbled into his beer.

"You destroyed Giovanni's." Jonathan simply stated. "You ruined perfectly good people's lives."

A few men around laughed at that.

"What of it?" Vulture sighed and sat down his beer, fully turning towards Jonathan.

"Someone whose very dear to me worked there. You threw him across the room like a sack of potatoes." Jonathan clenched his fist.

"Shit happens. You know that. We've all heard your story." Vulture cracked his neck and turned away. "Now get lost, you joke."

Jonathan took a deep breath and punched the man.

Quickly, a fight broke out. The flailing of limbs and drawing of fists had ended with Jonathan being thrown out of the bar.

He cursed as he watched the bar owner slam the door behind him.

"Fuck them." Jonathan grumbled.

He stomped away, before seeing an ATM sign across the street.

Y/n looked up as Jonathan dropped a wad of cash onto the dining room table.

Y/n blinked and frowned. The cigarette burning between his fingers was getting close to the end.

"Please don't tell me that spat you got in with Spider-Man was to get that money." Y/n was hoping Jonathan wasn't going to fall into this slippery downfall.

"No." Jonathan shook his head quickly then paused. "Well. Actually yes. But that's not the point."

"Then what's the point, Jonathan?" Y/n had an uneasy feeling.

Jonathan had came back late. He was acting irrational, mumbling about God knows what. It almost sounded like tongues by how quickly Jonathan was speaking and waving his hands.

"I thought you quit cigarettes a year ago?" Jonathan deflected, pointing at the now burnt out bud.

Y/n held a sour expression as he rubbed the bud into an old and stained ashtray.

"I told you I have one every whatever when I'm stressed. I did quit." Y/n tossed the bud into the nearby trashcan before looking back to Jonathan. "Now, what'd you do?"

"Nothing!" Jonathan held his hands up in defense. "I was doing a job and I ran into my nemesis!"

Y/n hummed and rubbed his face with one hand.

"Y/n, you look tired. Have you slept? Do I need to fix the fan in your room again?" Jonathan kneeled down to put a hand on Y/n's face.

"I'm just. I can't sleep sometimes. Anxiety." Y/n smiled up at Jonathan. "You know how it is."

"I do." Jonathan nodded before taking his hand away.

Y/n watched Jonathan as he took a few steps away, opening up a cabinet and pulling out random items. He was seemingly collecting them for god knows what.

"I do have something to do tonight!" Jonathan's voice was bubbly like normal. He was seemingly excited for whatever he was doing. "It could help fix everything!"

"Do you want to share?" Y/n asked.

Jonathan shook his head quickly.

"No!" It sounded like he would be smiling. "I will need a lot of power though! I have plans for us. I can fix everything and make sure things will go how they need to be."

Y/n felt worried now.

Jonathan had never been like this.

"What'd you do?" Y/n asked again.

"I found something out about my holes!" Jonathan did a little bounce as he walked. "I can access the multiverse!"

Y/n noticed now that his spots were almost all gone. There was his main one, but that was it.

"Where are your spots?" Y/n frowned.

"Used them up. I'm gonna get more, don't worry. It'll all be okay!" Jonathan sat his items in a little basket and turned to Y/n.

"Are you going somewhere?" Y/n stood up.

Y/n had a horrible feeling. Jonathan's hole was warping and flaring. He looked more skittish than normal. Something was horribly wrong.

"Yes. I'll be back! I promise. At least a few hours!" Jonathan grabbed his stuff and turned to the door.

"Please don't leave me " Y/n stepped towards Jonathan, who paused in the doorway. Y/n held a hand out and hoped he would listen.

"I have to go." Jonathan's tone was soft and low. "I'm going to fix everything. I'll be back."

And with those words, Jonathan left.

Two days.

He had been gone for almost two days.

Y/n sat on his couch, watching as the news played. He was hoping that if he watched the news closely, he'd eventually see if Jonathan did anything.

But he hadn't.

Not since a building nearby had holes in it and what was called a mini collider being found. Y/n knew it had to do with him.

Y/n sniffled and lifted up the remote. He was about to change the channel, but the news suddenly shifted.

The bar on 42nd that was known for villains was now being live streamed from a helicopter. The building was on fire and many villains that Y/n vaguely recognized could be seen laying outside of the building.

Then, as if on cue, another was thrown out of the bar. Y/n could only imagine the sound of the body blasting through the wooden door and frame, crashing into the cement as bones broke.

It took Y/n a second to realize it was Vulture.

The others villains slowly started to move, but Vulture didn't move at all. Heads turned to their fallen friend before looking back to the door of the bar.

Y/n could see a rippling on the screen, almost as if it was gliching where the door of the bar was. Then the being stepped out.

It was a pitch black, almost warping, figure. The limbs kept glitching and lagging almost as they move. An arm lifted up and an inky hole appeared above the Vulture. Rubble fell through and crushed the villain.

Y/n covered his mouth and choked on the air in his lungs. It was terrifying to watch as police officers shot at the beings, but it did nothing. Then the being looked at the helicopter.

Y/n could now see a giant white spot on the face and a few on the being's body.

Just like Jonathan.

Then it clicked.

It was Jonathan.

Y/n let out a strangled gasped as he grabbed the remote and clicked the TV off. He moved quickly. Pushing himself up and turning his body to move towards his bedroom.

He needed to leave the apartment. What if Jonathan showed up? What if he hurt Y/n like he did to those villains.

Y/n only made it halfway before he heard a crackling.

In front of him, in a blink of an eye, Jonathan appeared.

He was an inky black that never stopped shifting. His white spots were even worse as they never seemed solid. He had an odd crackling noise to him that almost offended Y/n's ears.

"Y/n." Jonathan spoke first. "I'm back."

"You said a day."

It was the first response that came to Y/n's head and it made Jonathan laugh. His voice was warped and crackling like his body. It sounded almost autotuned. Terrifying.

"I kept getting stopped by annoying little arachnids." Jonathan shrugged. "But I am here now. I have to complete my journey before we can have everything."

Y/n took a step back, his eyes slowly watering.

"What do you mean?" Y/n couldn't stand to see Jonathan like this.

"Y/n, I'm doing this for us." Jonathan sounded like he was frowning. "They take me seriously now and I am getting back at the people who hurt you. Who hurt me."

Y/n shook his head as Jonathan continued.

"Spider-Man created me, ruined my life. He ruined your job. I took care of Vulture already." Jonathan held out his hand. "Please don't step away from me. Please."

His voice was pleading as he realized that Y/n was terrified.

"Y/n, please don't leave me. You promised me you wouldn't." Jonathan started to plead. "I know this isn't what you wanted, but I couldn't just stand around and let them do this. The things they said to me. About me. About you."

"You promised that you wouldn't do something like this." Y/n shook slightly as he backed away again.

Jonathan took a large step towards Y/n, who now realized how much bigger Jonathan had gotten suddenly. He was almost a half foot taller. Must be from a power surge.

"I'm doing this for us." Jonathan's voice whined as he took Y/n's face with his hands. "Look at me! I love you so much and I couldn't watch as you spiralled."

His voice had gotten louder, but Jonathan's hold was gentle. What you would call his skin felt like electricity now. It didn't sting, but felt like touching an old TV screen with your hands.

"You mean so much to me. I'd do anything for you and you know that." Jonathan's voice had quieted back down. "You don't understand the lengths I'd go for us to be together and safe."

"Then why did you have to leave?" Y/n was crying now. "We could have been happy here. I could have gotten another job."

Jonathan was quiet. His face spot had stilled slightly, as if he was debating something.

"I have to do one final thing. Then we will be together." Jonathan nodded. "I promise. Okay? Then you can get a job and I'll make sure no one can find us."

Y/n nodded and put his hands on both of Jonathan's.

Jonathan nodded also and pressed his forehead against Y/n's. The two stood like that for a minute before there was a noise outside.

Jonathan's head snapped up at the noise and his hands dropped from Y/n's face. He seemingly glitched as he phased through different spots to reach the window.

Y/n watched as he stuck a hand through a spot and yanked it back.

In Jonathan's hold was Spider-Man. The kid thrashed within Jonathan's hold and Y/n gasped.

"Jonathan! Don't!" Y/n took a few steps forward.

"I have to deal with this." Jonathan didn't look up. His voice was oddly flat. "I will be back."

A spot appeared next to Jonathan and Spider-Man. Y/n sprinted towards them, but it was too late.

Jonathan and the spider had disappeared into the spot. Leaving Y/n alone, once again.

Y/n let out a scream before he fell to his knees.

Nothing good was going to come out of this.

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dragonthunders01 · 7 months

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Spectember D29: Speculative Biome

Is not an oddity for geologists to look at some strange landscape formations, many caused by singular events or just by erosion, but the most particularly perplexing ones have been made by what is not considered to be a thing from this world...

North America seems to be dotted with dozens of these structures and the remains of already fallen ones, looking like gigantic towers of more than a kilometer in height, structured like a strange tree shaped form, it rises like a testament of the biggest terrestrial organism known, a monster tree made of stone and shaped by the millions of years of constant growth by part of a singular organism.

In Wyoming there is the most intact and oldest specimen of such beings, bein nicknamed Heaven’s Tower, unique megaorganisms formed by thousands of individual slime like organisms that behave like a stromatolite as it accumulate over layers over layers of sediment and material it built its structure, the way it do it seems to comprehend a system of vessels that transport the material from the terrain, often hollowing the terrain below forming a large cave chamber system that accumulate water and organic matter, preserve itself from erosion protected by a microbial layer product of the same organism. The tower seems to often renovate itself by the use of a special slime covering every century based on studies of change of texture and viscosity in the tower surface, but from what accounts on different expeditions into the inner cave system denote that the whole Tower formed dozens of millions of years ago, from mining expeditions around the chamber as well drilling in the main structure it was found it preserved a decent amount of data in the form of layers created by the accumulation of minerals by the slime into the main structure like a terrestrial stromatolite, this giving a possible date of the formation of the original tree around the late Eocene or early Oligocene.

As well seems to be every 5 to 10 million years there is a process that allow the introduction of surface fauna that always ends up into the lower chamber, to be eventually isolated which seems to last for few million years until there is a occurring a total extinction of the inner fauna, caused by the replacement and collapse of a old layer as its being replaced by a new one of almost 20 m of thickness, so far from fossil record the last breach occurred around the late Pliocene, isolating the fauna that lived upon that time.

The way one of the Heaven’s Tower specimen grow or originate is pretty much unknown for the very long span of time it takes to even start forming, is believe one of these might find a specific and rich place to feed its structure, more or less an old volcanic region and slowly accumulate to form the megastructure that feed symbiotically by chemosynthesis from the igneous rocks and photosynthesis, as well there has been identified fossil remains of older already fallen Towers that also expose similar patterns of growing. The Heaven’s Tower of Wyoming is the last intact structure as many seems to have been destroyed by the last ice age, and will take millions of years to recover, this itself is a testament of a paradoxical being that is still investigated, as this being for many accounts seems to not share any significant relationship of any living organisms.

#speculative evolution #alternative evolution #exobiology #spectember #superorganism

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cowgurrrl · 5 months

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Literally any Joel and reader dancing to “you’re so good when your bad” by charley pride. I know he slow dances like a mf

You’re right and you should say it

You’re So Good When You’re Bad

Pairing: no outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author's note: OH IM SO HOMESICK

Summary: "He looks like he works with his hands and smells like Marlboro Reds." — Our Lord and Savior Ethel Cain aka this ask [1.8k]

Warnings: June pushing her Texas agenda, Joel gets both his daughters in this one because I said so, flirting, alcohol, i think that's it??

Contrary to popular belief, it's actually pretty easy to love Texas. The longhorns grazing in big green pastures while the sun shines on a clear summer day is enough to capture anyone's heart. An outsider might find the ten-gallon hats and sturdy cowboy boots obnoxious or strange, but you've grown to love them. Maybe because with that acceptance, you've found your own cowboy to love. One part of Texas culture you haven't grasped yet is the dancing. Your boyfriend, Joel, however, loves it.

You met Joel when he and his brother came to do some work at your father's ranch. Honestly, it could've been anything from cutting down a tree to trying to tame a rowdy stallion. You ended up in the garage with him hunched over your car's engine as you worked together to identify where the weird sound was coming from. Joel came in to ask a question about a tree, blueprint, or something when his eyes fell on you. "Oh, 'm sorry, ma'am," he took his hat off in a true form of Southern manners and held out his hand. You met him halfway and introduced yourself before you looked back at your car. "Got a problem?"

"It's just making some noise. We're trying to figure it out, but Dad's eyes aren't as good as they used to be."

"Watch it." Your dad teased, and you and Joel laughed. He stepped a little closer to look under the hood, too. With him that close, you spotted the freckles that dotted his skin and the patches of grey in his beard. When he met your gaze, you felt caught and suddenly way too hot, like a teenager with a crush.

"Mind if I take a look? Might be able to help."

"I thought you were a cowboy, not a mechanic."

"I've done my fair share of both. Thanks to Tommy, we've run through almost every engine problem in the book," he said. "Unless you want to rely on your old man's vision." He was the right amount of teasing and kindness that the sentiment didn't offend your dad. It only made him laugh. He encouraged Joel to take a look and went inside to catch the last half of the UT game, leaving you and Joel in the garage.

You explained more of the problem, handed him tools when he asked for them, and tried to ignore how his biceps flexed when he maneuvered around the machinery. You noticed he was a little bit older than you, but the crow's feet and the salt-and-pepper hair did nothing to deter how your heart pounded when his hand brushed against yours or the way he said, "Thanks, darlin'" when you got him a glass of sweet tea.

"It looks like just a loose part," he said as he leaned away from the open hood and wiped his stained hands on the red bandana hanging out of his pocket. "Go 'head and try it now."

"That's all it took?"

"You don't believe me?" He smirked, and you shook your head.

"I just can't believe it would be that easy."

"What? Your boyfriend couldn't figure it out for ya?"

"Do you really think I'd still come running to my daddy's house if I had a boyfriend?" You raised your eyebrows at him in a silent challenge, knowing you made an opening for him, before walking to your driver's side door and sliding into the seat. Sure enough, when you turned the engine over, the sound disappeared, and everything ran as it should've been. "Alright, maybe I underestimated you." You said as you turned off the car and got out. He gave a faux bow and closed your hood, his big hands lingering on it before he turned to look at you.

Without the hood's shadow in your way, you could fully take in his full lips, messy brown curls, and the oil stain on his cheek. You giggled and pointed to your own face. "You got somethin'," you said, and his hand shot up to the opposite cheek, somehow smearing more on his face. You laughed and grabbed a clean rag from your dad's workbench. "Do you mind?" You asked, raising the cloth halfway to his face, and he blushed.

"Not at all." He said. With a shy smile, you wiped the black marks off his face. A gentle hand on his jaw helped you turn his face this way and that to make sure you got all of it. You remember thinking he was surprisingly pliant at your touch and almost leaned into how your fingers held him. You didn't realize how close the two of you were until your knee bumped against his, but neither of you jumped away.

"There you go," you murmured in a raspy voice, your throat suddenly dry. "Good as new." You lingered there for a few more seconds before you stepped back and threw the dirty towel back when you found it. "So, what do I owe you? For fixing her up?"

"Don't worry 'bout it." He waved you off, and you gave him a look.

"What? No. I can't let you do that."

"It was really nothin'. A loose part, like I said."

"But you still fixed it. I can't let you walk outta here without paying you."

"Tell you what," he said, stepping into your space again. "Let me take you out to dinner, and we'll consider it settled." His eyes twinkled with something mischievous, and you couldn't look away.

"You ask all your client's daughters out?"

"Just the pretty ones." You laughed at how quick he was with it.

"Alright, cowboy. I'll get out with you, but you better make it worth my while."

"Yes, ma'am." He promised. Of course, Joel made good on his promise and treated you to one of the best dates you'd been on in a while. That was six months ago, and somehow, he's still finding ways to give you amazing dates even in between cattle driving and fixing old Mrs. Calahan's rickety porch swing. And, of course, his beautiful teenage daughters, Sarah and Ellie. He hasn't let you down all these months, but you have to admit you were a little skeptical when you first walked into the bar/dance hall. A live band is playing on the stage, and a crowd of people is dancing before them, clad in leather cowboy boots with belts to match. It smells like tobacco, and the warmth from the kitchen makes everything a bit too hot and sticky.

"I don't know about this, Joel." You say when he settles in the seat across from you with two drinks in hand. He gives you a sympathetic look before glancing at the couple's two-stepping around you.

"Look, we don't have to dance. I just thought it'd be good to change things up. We always go to the same places." He reasons.

"Because we like those places." You're a little whiny, but he leans over and kisses your pout away anyway.

"A little adventure never hurt anyone, baby." He's right, but it doesn't make you feel any better. He sighs when he sees how unconvinced you are, but he doesn't give up. "I'll make you a deal. We'll have a drink here, and if you still don't like it, we'll go anywhere you want."

"Okay." You agree, almost certain you'd be able to drain your drink and go somewhere you were more familiar with. But if there's one thing Joel Miller is not, it's a quitter. He distracts you with affection, sweet words, and entertaining stories that he's already up and ordering another round by the time you realize your glass is empty.

Your next two drinks settle your nerves and make the room spin pleasantly around you. Joel, as usual, gets extra clingy when he's had a few and needs to have some point of contact the entire night. His hand roams from yours to your knee to your hair, but you love it. The only time he's willing to let you go is when you get up to go the bathroom, and even then, he pouts until you kiss him and scurry away before he can snatch you back. When you return, Joel is right where you left him with a smirk on his face, and you smile as you step between his knees.

"What're you so giddy about?" You ask. His hands find your waist, and he shakes his head.

"I just like lookin' at ya." He says, and you roll your eyes at him.

"You're drunk." You accuse, but there's no malice in your voice. He shrugs and pulls you closer.

"Now, this one goes out to a friend of ours who requested a very special song for a special lady. Hope y'all enjoy." The guitarist of the country band announces into the microphone. You could be just as drunk as Joel, but you swear he's looking in your direction. There are a few more seconds of silence before they break into the melody, and you immediately recognize the tune. "You're So Good When You're Bad" by Charley Pride was one of the songs you and Joel danced to at Tommy and Maria's wedding. You hadn't heard the song in forever and practically dragged Joel to the dance floor, and it, somehow, became your guys' song.

"Was this your doing?" You ask, and he shrugs as he stands and takes your hand.

"Must've been luck." He says simply and walks you to the dance floor. You're aware of all the eyes on you two and get a little anxious, but when Joel pulls you to his chest, it all fades away. He's sturdy against you. His calloused hand holds yours, and his other hand guides your waist while your fingers rest against the fabric covering his broad shoulder. He chuckles when you step on his toes but doesn't complain. He just redirects your footsteps and quietly sings the words into your temple, his lips brushing your skin in the process. He smells like pine wood and leather, and you find yourself pressing closer to his warmth.

Slowly and like you're the only people in the world, you guys dance in your own little circle, with Joel throwing in an occasional spin or kiss. You remember him telling you stories about getting dragged into quinceañera courts and debutante balls when he was a kid, but you never expected all that dancing to rub off onto Joel. You realized it when you first danced with him at Tommy's wedding but didn't think much of it. Now, as he holds you firmly and helps guide your drunk feet, you see it so clearly. He's a perfect partner, and all you want to do is stay wrapped up in his strong arms like this forever.

So, maybe you could master the art of Texas dancing if Joel's there to help. You think you could do anything with your cowboy and his heart of gold on your side.

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stuckysbike · 6 months

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The Queen Who Married Two Kings 4

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve (pre-established Stucky)

Arranged Marriage AU, Fantasy AU, Royalty AU

Rating/Warnings: Over 18's only, there will be dark themes and explicit sexual situations. Reader is Stark born, and they're shitty to her. Sex, m/f and m/m, p in v, oral (male and female receiving). I think that’s all.

I’ve tried not to describe reader at all so you can be whomever you want.

Summary: Betrothed to two Kings, you travel with them to their home where you learn more than you ever thought you would. But how are you to cope with two husbands who want to start a family and secure their place in the world?

Chapter Summary: You find yourself in your new home with plenty to explore.

Chapter 3

You were officially lost.

Everything looked the same; strong stone walls encased wide corridors and heavy tapestries covered the walls telling stories of great battles and brave heroes of the past.

You followed Steve through the castle moving further back, and eventually the corridors narrowed. Steve kept a strong arm around your waist and was careful not to overwhelm you with information, knowing how tired you were from your arduous journey here.

"Our private rooms are in the tower at the back of the castle. It was built into the rocks by my ancestors, and it's pretty special," Steve said as he guided you to a corridor then up a set of shallow stone steps. A pair of heavy oak doors greeted you at the top and Steve opened them himself, you noticed no guards or footmen stood guard, and then Steve was guiding you into the room.

Warm couches were placed around a stone fireplace and a welcoming fire roared in the grate. A black kettle sat on the hearth. The rug in front of the fire looked thick and you imagined curling your toes into it. Bookcases lined one wall and thick drapes covered windows and the door to the balcony Steve explained. A further set of doors led to the bedroom, and you gasped at the sight of the huge bed in the middle of the room piled with thick blankets and soft pillows.

“The bed is massive,” you gasped, and Steve chuckled softly.

“Well Buck and I like our space,” he said nudging you gently.

"There's a dressing room in there, we'll get your things unpacked soon, but let’s go this way," Steve said guiding you to another door. You stepped into a dark corridor of stone. Steve’s broad shoulders filled the space behind you and at his urging you followed the path to what was a beautiful cavern. It was warm but not stifling, and steam curled up from several pools dotted around the cave. Long benches were carved into the walls and shelves held jars and bottles of what looked like creams and lotions. Fluffy towels and robes were piled high.

"Steve," you breathed looking around the room. "This is amazing."

"It's all natural, it's one of our favourite places," Steve admitted. "May I help you undress?"

You looked down at your heavy gown and realised that it had been days since you were free of the heavy materials.

Several days ago, you would have been embarrassed but now you just wanted to sink into the inviting water and let it wash away your old life. You nodded, and Steve immediately went about removing the layers of clothes.

"I'm missing the performance," you heard Bucky say as he entered the room. He had lost most of his armour and was just in his undershirt and pants. He pressed a kiss to your lips and stroked a lock of hair behind your ear. "What do you think?"

"This is amazing," you whispered looking around. Steve chuckled behind you as he worked the tassels that kept your dress closed.

By the time you were down to your linen shift your cheeks were blushing. Both men were cautious and gentle as they helped it over your head and then you stood naked. Moments later they were naked too and then sure hands and thick arms were guiding you towards one of the pools.

It was strange being naked with both men. You expected to feel uncomfortable, you expected their eyes to roam your flesh but instead they only allowed themselves quick glances just as you did. You were their focus, not your body.

The water was warmer than you expected. Steve got in first and lifted you easily, his warm calloused hands gripping your waist. He smiled at your delighted sigh as he guided you deeper into the water until your breasts were covered.

You felt safe with both, you felt heard even though you had barely spoke. They were careful to ensure your comfort was priority, their hands stayed above the water brushing shoulders and cheeks.

“Here,” Steve nodded to the edge of the pool, “you can sit back.”

You did, and it was bliss. It was like the stone had been made for you, smoothed, and curved into your shape. You sank in and relaxed, letting the water take your weight.

“We have a few places we like to retreat to, and this is one of them,” Bucky said softly as he reached for your hand. “After a long journey, or even a long day, this is the perfect place to hide.”

“Our kingdom is keen to meet you, but Bruce our Chancellor has insisted we take a rest, a three-day honeymoon if you will. After that there will be some public appearances the three of us will need to make and you’ll need to meet with your council.”

“Stevie,” Bucky squeezed his bicep.

Steve frowned between you and Bucky, and then he smiled, a soft curve of the lips. “I’m sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself,” Steve said. “This should be about us.”

“Would you like a drink?” Bucky asked.

You nodded and soon you were sipping sparkling wine from a dainty goblet. “Now,” Steve said, “tell me about the woman we married?”

You hesitated, what was there to tell? You thought about your life and how ill prepared you were for the world, how you could barely ride a horse. Reading, letter writing, some hand crafts and art were really all you knew. The women who had surrounded you were demure, with a few racy older ladies who made it their duty to ensure they explained how to please men in bed.

You knew all about pregnancy and childbirth, raising children and ensuring a husband’s emotional needs were met, but other than that you didn't know. A blank canvas on your art easel came to mind, and you took a deep breath. "There's not much to tell, I think you both know everything there is to know already."

Steve and Bucky shared a look and then Steve leaned back and spread his arms along the stone lip of the pool, his fingers brushed your shoulder. "Okay, new question. Tell us what you want?"

"Oh, that's easy, I want to get to know everything there is to know about my new home, I want to learn to ride and study the land, what crops do you grow, what do you mine, what are the people like, your histories, your folk tales, I want to know it all!" You gushed.

Steve laughed, a deep booming noise that startled you. Bucky was chuckling too, and their mirth made you smile right along with them.

Steve reached for you, his strong hands lifting your legs into his lap. He rubbed your feet and calves then worked his way up to your aching thighs. Bucky was behind you his strong hands working your shoulders.

“I can barely wait to wash you after our first battle together," Bucky muttered leaning forward to kiss your cheek. Steve copied him, leaning towards your lips with his own. It was chaste, a brush of the lips together but you could feel the passion he was holding back, could almost see the tension in his body as something shifted in the air between you. Steve's hands caressed over your soft hips, gripped your waist, and trailed up your body to cup your breasts.

"Imagine it Buck, covered in blood, her chest heaving with adrenalin, her beautiful lips parted, and eyes lost to the passion," Steve said.

You clenched your thighs together, you'd never thought of that before, but now you wanted nothing more than to be that woman Steve pictured.

"Hm, our Goddess," Bucky muttered, his lips kissing down your neck and then he nipped your shoulder with sharp teeth. You yelped in surprise and Steve and Bucky shared another playful look.

"Why don't we finish up here and go to bed, what do you say sweet thing?" Steve's fingers shifted your hair, pushing your curls behind your ears.

"That would be nice," you said, suddenly nervous. Your chest tightened as Steve lifted you easily from the water, following close behind you. He wrapped a robe around you and rubbed your arms and chest to help you dry off.

“Steve,” you said, and he turned to look at you. “I have nothing but this.” You said looking at your sad worn wedding dress in a heap on the ground.

“I wouldn’t worry about that. You won’t need clothes for a few days, and then we’ll get you plenty to keep the cold off your back,” Steve's voice was rough as he pulled you against his and kissed your mouth, letting his tongue lick along your bottom lip. He pulled away and led you back into the main room.

Candles flickered on the dresser, and there were lamps next to the bed, the glow low in the room. A fire crackled merrily in the hearth and the bed was already turned down, pillows and blankets spread out and awaiting bodies to warm them. You held Steve's hand, following him as he moved around the room comfortable in his body.

Steve had a beautiful body; his back was long and muscled and the globes of his ass were round and firm. His thighs were thick, and his legs strong. His shoulders were broad with a dusting of light freckles. Bucky was more tanned, and while shorter than Steve, but only slightly, he was still broad and thick. You wondered how lovemaking would work, how they would take you?

It was Bucky whose hands slid around your waist; his lips pressed into your cheek. His hands opened your robe and his rough fingers brushed down your soft skin, still warm from the pool of water you'd left. The robe fell to your feet in a puddle and Bucky explored you with the tips of his fingers, his thumbs grazing your nipples. He cupped your mound softly and used a finger to part your lips. You gasped and your eyes fell closed at this foreign sensation on your body. Bucky took advantage of your open mouth to press the fingers of his free hand in.

"Suck," he ordered, and you did, swirling your tongue around him and wondering where this knowledge had come from. Between your legs Bucky's other hand was busy parting your folds and gathering your natural slick. "Open your eyes."

You did, gasping, and you watched as Steve stood across from you, his body coiled like he was ready to pounce.

Bucky drew his hand from between your legs, and you felt your cheeks flush at the sight of your natural slick coating his fingers. To your surprise have brought them to his mouth, and then he moaned behind you. The noise made you gasp, and Steve huffed out a soft breath. "King Steven," Bucky's voice was thick with arousal and you swallowed, your cunt clenching around nothing at his tone, "come over here and taste your Queen."

It was like a chain was snapped. Steve lurched forward and took Bucky's fingers into his mouth. He moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he licked the digits clean and then he was kissing you. You tasted yourself on his tongue but before you could process, he had reached around you for Bucky. They crushed you between them as they kissed, and then as one you began to move towards the bed. Steve fell back onto it and scrambled into the centre; his lust blown pupils nearly black.

Bucky chuckled, "he's not so royal when he's horny," Bucky confided in your ear as he gripped your waist and lifted you onto the bed. You gasped and lurched forward, your hands landing on either side of Steve's hips. His cock was in front of your face, long and red and glistening at the tip and his heavy sac hung low between his legs. Bucky nudged you further and you moved so your legs were on either side of his hips. Bucky's body pressed flush against yours and he lifted you back onto his lap, easily spreading your legs over his thick thighs. You were completely exposed to Steve, and he watched with interest as Bucky resumed his exploration of your pussy.

One long finger danced over your hole, and you tensed but Bucky hushed you, kissing your neck and using his thumb to move upwards. You wondered what he was doing until you gasped out loud when he touched something. "Like that?"

"Yes, yes yes! Do it again!" You demanded. Bucky chuckled and did as you asked, his thumb caressing the side of your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Like that?" He asked and your pussy gripped at the finger easing out of your channel. You had no idea when he slid his fingers in, you'd barely noticed anything but the good work his thumb was doing.

"Yes," you sighed as Bucky added another finger, spreading you wide and exploring your channel, and then he curled his fingers. You cried out and Bucky grunted in satisfaction, repeating the motion until you were writhing in his lap as you chased his hand. Your first orgasm was an explosion of light in your gut, and you twisted away from him whilst holding his hand against your body. You didn't know what you wanted, all you knew was that you wanted that to happen again and again.

"There she is," Bucky said as he moved your body forward and soon you were kneeling over Steve's weeping cock. "Take it easy now, I stretched you out, but he'll still be a snug fit okay darling," Bucky's hands rested on your hips.

It was a stretch, and whilst there was a light sting that went away after a few moments it wasn't the pain you had been led to expect. "Can I move?"

Steve chuckled and leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours. His tongue followed in a filthy path as he kissed you deep. "You can do whatever you want sweet thing."

You bet your lip, lifted your hips, and eased them back down. Steve groaned and his hands gripped your thighs, but he didn't move other ways.

It took a few moments, but you got an easy rhythm going that made you want to close yourself around Steve. Steve in turn was stroking your thighs, his thumbs tracing little patterns, the tickling sensation adding to your pleasure.

"So good, sweet thing, such a good girl for us, look Stevie, look at our girl, look how she's taking you and this is only her first time..." Bucky babbled behind you, his mouth never stopping as he praised you and caressed you, one hand gripping your breast, thumb flicking your nipple. His other hand was still between your legs, his fingers grazing over your clit as your rhythm increased.

"Buck," Steve groaned. "Buck I'm close."

"S'ok baby, you cum," Bucky said. His hand left your breast and you felt it brush against the meat of your ass as he moved, and Steve cried out suddenly, his hips moving up, jostling you from your place. His cock grazed your sweet spot, and you cried out, hands going to his shoulders, and then you were on your back, Steve hovering over you as he pumped into your body. His mouth latched to yours and he swallowed your moans and whines as you both spasmed together, Steve coming inside you.

You lay, your breasts heaving, as you tried to catch your breath. Steve kissed you then sat back, looking at the mess between your thighs. His cock slipped from your used and sensitive pussy, and you gasped at the sensation. You heard a groan from Bucky and you both turned your attention to him. He was tugging his cock roughly and to your surprise Steve batted his hands away and leaned down to suck Bucky into his mouth. Bucky's hips jerked and Steve gagged and then it was over, Bucky slumping onto the bed next to you.

"Hey sweet thing," he grinned, and you flushed, shy despite all you had shared with them.

"Hello," you smiled. Bucky pressed his lips to your nose, lips, and chin and then he got up, pecking Steve's lips as he went. A few moments later they were cleaning you carefully with damp rags and then you were being tucked into the middle of the bed between them.

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A rattling noise woke you. You rubbed at your eyes and tried to sit up but a heavy arm across your body held you down.

It was Steve, his face tucked into your neck, his soft snores warming your heart. On the other side of you the bed was warm but empty, and then you heard that noise again. You stretched your neck and caught sight of a naked Bucky making his way across the room.

"What are you doing awake?" He asked you as he settled under the blankets and kissed your forehead.

"What's that noise?" You asked looking around.

"A storm has lifted, it's the wind," Bucky explained as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. "You are truly beautiful."

You blushed, not used to complements sounding so genuine. Bucky's fingers found the back of your neck and much like in the water earlier he started to work into the knots in your neck. You moaned, feeling the muscle loosen as he worked you. Behind you Steve mumbled something and rolled over, smacking his lips. The action made you and Bucky share a chuckle.

"What's going to happen?" You asked. You were naive and you knew it, you felt useless, had done for most of your life, but you knew something wasn't right, something was about to happen that would impact your lives.

"I don't know," Bucky said. "But I do know that you're home now and this is your place, between us. You're never getting away from us doll."

You snuggled against his broad shoulder, his skin was warm to the touch, and you rubbed your cheek against him. Bucky kissed your hair and pulled you into his side where after a few moments you drifted off to sleep.

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You woke early with the first daylight.

The bed was still warm, but you were alone. You looked around and spotted Steve crouching by the fire.

You watched him carefully and when he noticed you, he grinned and stood up. You admired his long legs and broad shoulders that met at his almost delicate narrow waist as he walked towards the bed.

“Morning sweetheart,” he murmured pressing his lips to yours. He slid beneath the blankets and pulled you into his arms.

“Where’s Bucky?” You asked as you snuggled close, pressing your nose into his neck and letting your eyes fall closed.

“Hungry,” Steve answered. “He went off in search of food.”

You nodded and stretched flipping onto your back, spreading your toes, and beaming up at the ceiling. “If I were at home I’d have been chased from my bed by now.”

“We’re not so strict here,” Steve said. “But normally we’d be up and chasing the morning, catching up on what’s been happening, doing chores.”

“Why aren’t you?” You asked turning to him. His hair was mussed but he looked content, soft almost as he turned to look back at you.

“It’s our honeymoon,” Steve grinned as he rolled on top of you. “May I kiss you?”

You nodded, your eyes searching his. His face was so close you could see flecks of green in his eyes. When he came closer you let your eyes fall closed, your lips pressing to his. Steve was gentle and took his time exploring your mouth.

Here in bed, caged under his powerful body with his sculpted arms either side of your head you felt safe and cherished. His weight was comfortable, and you stroked your fingers over his smooth neck, toying with the fine hairs there. Steve’s eyes softened as he watched you. “What?” You asked, your voice barley above a whisper.

“Just you Sweet Thing,” he dipped his nose against yours, brushing them together. You giggled at the sensation only to be interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

“So, this is what you get up to as soon as I’m out of the room?” Bucky teased. He held a massive tray of food and your tummy growled at the sight. Steve rolled away and you sat up eager to see what delights Bucky had in store, but his bulging arms distracted you, and you counted yourself lucky at how beautifully put together these two men were. The three of you spent the rest of the morning eating and talking without leaving the bed.

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The breeze ruffled your hair as you stood outside looking across the bay.

Below you the city sprawled on a hillside, looping around the bottom of the hill. High walls protected the city with hefty wooden gates keeping danger at bay. Wooden ships bobbed in the bay protecting the city from the seas. Across the water farms coated the hillsides, with sheep and goats grazing the rougher areas where the flat ground was kept for crops.

You pulled your shawl tighter around your shoulders and nestled your cheek into the soft material. This was your home now, your land. You belonged here, you were part of it, and you would live off it and you would protect it, with your life you would protect it. That was your duty now, that was your responsibility.

You smiled and turned back to the bedroom. Steve lounged on the bed, his ankles crossed as he listened to Bucky telling some story or other. When Steve saw you, his eyes softened and Bucky followed his husbands gaze, his eyes crinkling when he saw you. He patted the spot on the bed next to him and you slipped the door closed and hurried to them, dropping onto the bed between them. You snuggled against Steve and glanced up at Bucky as he resumed his story.

The fire crackled and Bucky’s warm hand cupped your ankle as he ran his thumb over your skin. You spent the evening like that, getting to know these men and this country that you now called home. You wondered, as you listened, what the future held for all of you.

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Yandere Emperor Darth Vader x Reader Part 2

Suites Vader. Vader uncrispy.

Summary: (Y/N) walks up feeling different but she can't figure out why while Vader gets her to their new home safe and sound.

Warning: depressing, memory manipulation, yandere, obsessive.

Waking up felt fuzzy, fuzzy and painful. Like parts of my mind were in a thick fog, I knew I was forgetting something, that there was something missing I just didn't know what. It felt like a lot though. That, and I had a headache that could kill a Rancor.

I reach my hand up to my head but as I reach up I felt two large, strong arms wrapped around my stomach tightly and an equally strong body pressed to my back. Despite the restricting arms I didn't feel scared. I felt safe, calm, happy and really really comfortable aside from the spitting headache.

I look around trying to figure out what I did and didn't remember. I look around, my eyes a little blurry from sleep. I don't think I've ever slept so hard in my life.

I was in a bed, a huge very soft bed. I was facing a huge window. I knew I was in space, I knew I was in space, that much was obvious but instead of seeing little white dots of stars I saw blue lines moving really fast. I was really confused, I had never heard or seen anything like this, maybe it was a space thing, like a bunch of shooting starts in space. It was an amazing view though. Bathing the room in a soft yet strong blue. It was a strong contrast to the red and black of the room.

I look over to what I assumed was a refresher door, and beside it a fireplace. I had to crane my neck to see it, which did nothing for my headache, the arms around me not giving any space to really move. The fireplace was lit, letting off a warm glow. The light from the fire meeting the blue light from outside meeting to make a soft sunset, It looked like the most beautiful sunset in the galaxy. It was an odd mix of colours but it was none the less gorgeous.

I tried to get up only for the arms around me to tighten, but regardless of the arms I fell back immediately, my headache only getting worse as I get up. Both my hands shoot up to my head holding it.

I couldn't hold back the whimper, the pain being much worse now than when I woke up. I felt the arms around me shift, but I didn't pay much mind to it, almost not even noticing it until a hand reached up and placed itself on my forehead, forcing me to lean my head back into the parson behind me.

The hand was warm and nice but sightly callused from what must have been years of training and hard work, but none the less comforting.

"How are you feeling, little one?"

His voice was concerned yet calm but I still froze, my eyes shooting open finally remembering who I was with. Remembering that the Emperor had taken me onto his ship, but for the life of me I couldn't remember details. Just that he came to my small little planet and then I was on his ship only to pass out sometime while looking up at him as he carried me aboard.

It seemed strange, I remember feeling terrified but also very safe, but I don't remember anything else.

I didn't say anything, I didn't even know what to say. I had to take a second to remember what the Emperor just asked me, Still a little shocked that it was the Emperor holding me to his chest. But after a while of silence he seemed to get impatient.

"Little one?"

His tone was a little harder this time but it wasn't angry hard more like making sure he was heard hard. But either way he was still clearly wanting an answer. But one thing was clear, he sounded almost, worried?

"M-My head... it h-hurts."

I felt him shuffle behind me, his comforting hand leaving my forehand. He moved around but I didn't turn to look at him, not wanting to hurt my head by moving anymore and in all honesty being too scared to look at him right now.

I mean I was with the fucking Emperor. Not only that but I was complaining about a headache to the Emperor.

I felt him get out fo the bed and heard footsteps walk over to me. I keep my eyes open but don't dare look up at him, keeping my eyes on the window and the strange blue lines. He kneels down, giving me a good look at his shirtless body. He was clearly strong, muscles decorating his body for years of training and work.

Once he is on his knee he tilted his head slightly to the side, forcing his face into my line of sight, finally I turn my eyes to look at him. His face was soft but still a hint of concern in his eyes.

He reaches his left hand up lightly placing it on the side of my head, rubbing his thumb lightly on my temple. Even thought his touch was light as a feather it still hurt. I flinched a little, the touch making the painful pressure and throbbing feeling in my head only getting worse.

I flinched and wined a little, trying to move back into the bed, snuggling into the pillow and pull the blanket over my head. Only reviling the top of my hair.

I could hear him chuckle for a second, but only for a second. I heard him get up as I regret my decision to snuggle into the bed the movement hurting my head even more.

He shuffled around but I didn't bother looking or paying any kind of attention to him just keeping my eyes closed tightly like the tighter I keep my eyes shut the faster the pain will leave. If only.

I heard him shuffling around then a door opening and closing followed by silence.

Finally I let out a loud sob. I didn't want the Emperor to see me cry so I tried to hold it in. Especially because I had a huge gap in my memory. I felt like an incomplete puzzle, and that scared me.

I couldn't help the deep glare that was on my face. I should have been able to wake up before her, already having food waiting for her and having pills for her when she was done her food. I checked the time, it was 10:24 and she didn't eat supper last night, she must be behind starving.

The head ache was clearly worse than I thought. I was a fool to think it wouldn't feel like her head was spitting open. I was fully in her mind and she didn't even seem to notice a thing. Which made sense, all I could feel was a pain like she had never felt before. My poor little one. Even with her memories blocked off she was still so scared and confused. It made sense of course, she had a huge gap in her memory. She knew she met me but she didn't know or how she got here. When I explain i'll have to figure out some kind of story.

All she knew was that she saw me in that poor excuse of a port but after that there was nothing until I was caring her onto the ship and put her to sleep with the force. But of course I can only do so much, I can't do anything about her emotions.

I walk over to the kitchen. I couldn't wait to get back to Coruscant, having our own rooms, kitchen, library. Not being stuck in a stuffy ship. I couldn't wait to show her the garden. Considering the forest covering most of her planet I imagine she would love it. It will be much better once I get her out of that stuffy room, but I imagine meeting new people isn't in her best interest right now. the first step is for her to trust me. Culture shock isn't what she needs.

Getting to the kitchen I open the doors and freeze at what I saw, my vision turning completely red.

I had given orders to have all meals prepped by a specific times during the day for me and my little (Y/N) and to be on call for any other foods and snacks she may need at any time. But instead of having food completely prepared and ready for me to take to my hurting love despite being past the time it should be ready almost three hours ago I find my chefs lazing about doing nothing. No food, no prepped food, not even anyone getting ready to cook just standing around and catting.

The second I comprehend what was really in front of my I stretched out with the force at the speed of light. The whole room froze. Every chef, every sous chef and every dishwasher froze. The room went silent. They all slowly turned, partly from fear and partly from my heavy force signature surrounding them. They're eyes where wide and scared, very clearly scared but also very shocked, but not because I was there. Only then did I realize I didn't have my armour on.

I immediately got even more annoyed. The armour was heavy and clunky and very strong but the main reason I wore it was because of the fear it brought others. it made me seem inhuman, covering me head to toe. Never having it off made me seem inhuman. Last night they had already left but the food was ready. I just had to heat it up and take it to her so they had never seem me like this.

I did take solace in the fact that I could still kill them and it is impossible for them to know me as Anakin Skywalker but I still wish I could keep completely anonymity, it was convenient being faceless and only known as the Emperor or Lord Vader, but now the name had a face. I'll have to kill them before the news spreads but right know my little one was alone, hungry and in pain and she is my highest priority.

Slowly I move closer, almost at a stalking pace, like a wolf hunting its prey. No one dared to move after they turned to face me. Eyes wide and mouth slightly opened.

"Explain."

My voice was clipped and harsh. I stared down at the head chef, waiting for him to reply.

He couldn't move. I wasn't using the force on him but it was heavy in the air. I would bet he was even having some trouble breathing. Sweat was dripping from him, frozen like a deer in headlights.

I was beginning to lose my patients, my little one was still in our room all alone in pain with no food and now she won't be getting food for a least a half hour. I knew he heard me. I was very clear, not only that but I was right in front of the incompetent fool I call my chef. Though I should say former.

I raise my hand forming a pincer shape with my fingers as it goes, the chef rising with it. Now clawing at his neck only to find nothing grab-ably there.

"I don't like repeating myself but I will ask once more. Explain."

I loosen my hold on his neck with the force, letting his feet touch the floor once again but I still had a good grip on his neck not choking his but still causing weight a bit of discomfort but know he could explain himself.

"I-I-- Who---?"

I almost rolled my eyes, he really could figure out who I was? He truly was incompetent.

I squeeze his neck harder.

"Try to guess."

I didn't want to play games, it only wasted my time and dragged out my loves pain but right know scaring him to death seemed like the most appealing option.

His eyes where wide as he gasped. I wasn't stoping his breathing completely, but I was still only allowing him little tiny breathes every know and then. I find this makes the suffocation worse. It lets them think for just a moment that I would stop and they would be able to breath right in no time, only for the hope to disappear as quickly as it came.

His sclera began to turn red as his eyes became blood shot. The chef had very vibrant green eyes the blood red was a strong contrast as his face suddenly pales.

"M-my Lo-lord?!"

I tilt my head slightly as the grin of a killer stretches across my face.

"You know why I am here?'

His face only seems to get whiter, finally realizing how much trouble he was really in, remembering what I had instructed them to do.

"M-my lor-d--"

I tighten my grip on his neck so hard his head looked like it was about to fall off only for me to release him once more.

"I suggest you stop stuttering and start explaining.'

He rubs his neck for a moment gasping and swallowing the saliva that had begun pooling in his dry mouth.

"Why isn't my loves food prepared?"

He only seemed to get more scared. if it wasn't for the adrenaline coursing through his body he probably would have passed out or even died from his heart failing after beating too fast and strong for to long.

he dropped to his knees his hands clasped in-front of him.

"My lord, please. when you didn't come at your designated time we figured that you wouldn't need your meal till lunch so we had gotten rid of it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was so blind with rage My arm shot out to the side only for a crash and a thump with a sickening cracking should to be heard.

The chef slowly turns his head in the direction of my out stretched hand. There, in the direction of my hand was the sous chef, His eyes open and dull as the life drained out of them after crashing into a bunch of kitchen counter and supplies by my will and control of the force only to die instantly when he hits the far wall. His ribs shattering in his body on impact. A quick death, and more than he deserved.

"Because of your choice my beloved is now hungry, in pain, and won't be getting food as soon as she should."

My voice was seething with anger. I was barely keeping it together.

"Please my lord, forgive me, it will never happen again."

He continued to beg for his life and make promises about how he will be sure my lovely doesn't go hungry ever again. Well tempting, I knew he would die. first of course he will cook for my love until our trip is done but once we land on Coruscant and my love is situated he will die the most painful death I could imagine.

I hold my hand up finally deciding what to do.

"First; you will cut some fruit, then you will make the best breakfast you ever had like your life depends on it, and If I ever find my loves food is not ready at any time past her scheduled eating time, you will suffer like no one ever has before. "

He nodded immediately, of cues he didn't know the second we landed he would suffer whether my love enjoyed the food or not. but if she docent, i'll be sure he will be alert for every kind of pain I choose to inflict.

Within seconds I was handed a plate of cut fruit, cut by one of the chefs helpers and they all started to cook a proper meal.

I turn and walk out the door food in hand and grab my comm with the other to contact my Purge troopers.

"Yes, my lord?"

"Once the chefs are done cooking for the day take them to the brig, make sure they suffer but be sure they can still work tomorrow. And post two guards at the door at all times."

"Yes, my lord."

The trooper sounded a little too happy about the impending torcher, but they did seem to enjoy causing pain. But then again that was what they are good at. It's why they are purge troopers. They are meant to cause pain.

I begin to walk down the hallway to my loves and my room. As I walk I realize that I wasn't monitoring her with the force anymore. I figured it was best to constantly be monitoring her with the force as she shifts into this new confusing way of living, but in my anger I hadn't even noticed I wasn't monitoring her mind.

I sigh, feeling like a fool that I couldn't keep my force around her, both feeling how she feels but also making sure that she could feel my force around her and that if felt safe and calm, like a warm blanket on a cold day.

I was almost there when I reached out to her again only to pick up my pace. Once my force reached her I immediately picked up the pace while still being mindful of her food.

I reached the door in record time, now feeling her distress even stronger. I could hear her soft sobs throughout the door.

I open the door, I knew she heard it because she tried to quiet down her cry's and be a still as she physically could when in so much pain.

I slowly move over to her, not wanting to startle her or scare her anymore. I didn't like that she felt the need to hide her tears for me but I did understand it. I was new, her location was new, her whole life was new and it was only the second day and she was only awake for about a half hour last evening. She had almost no time to process her new surroundings.

Her back was to the door facing the window but the blanket was over her eyes, only to top of her head with the cutest bed head hair. All messy and tangled.

I place the fruit down on her bed side table. Kneeling down beside her, opting out of sitting on the bed not wanting the movement of my siting down to distress her even more.

The blanket was held over her face till about the middle of her forehead with clenched fists. For the look of the blanket, her knuckles must be snow white. She was shaking horribly. Letting out the occasional hiccup as she tried to suppress her tears and sobs.

My heart broke at the sight of her. It hurt me more than I could comprehend.

I gently place my hand over the blanket on her face. I could feel her tense. Trying to stop her shaking but failing in the end. I tugged on the blanket a little, not trying to pull it off but just letting her know I was there and that I wanted to see her face. She didn't let her hands budge for a second but when I tugged a little again her hands moved a little.

I continued to gently move the blanket down till it was just under her chin. My heart seemed to shatter at the sight of her.

Her eyes where full of tears her cheeks red and puffy and she had red spots all over her neck indicating popped blood vessels. She refused to meet my eyes, clearly embarrassed.

I reach my hand up to her head. Once my hand touched her hair she flinched and closed her eyes at tight as she possibly could.

I gently start to stroke her hair, slowly coxing her to relax her tense muscles. Her eyes didn't open but they did relax. Her shaking didn't stop but she wasn't shaking in fear, she was shaking in pain.

"Hello, little one."

I make sure to keep my voice in a low calm whisper, loud noises or even just a regular voice would only hurt her more.

She open her eyes a little, looking up at my shyly.

"I know you are hurting my love but I need you to eat a little something before I give you something to take the pain away."

She shakes her head a little but then stops immediately when she realized it only hurt her even more.

"I know it hurts but you need to sit ups and eat a little, you haven't eaten for hours and you need to put something in your stomach."

She looks up at me again and closes her eyes again. I thought she was going to try and fight me, but she slowly moves to sit up. Before she can move too much I reach under her knees and her back while she was still wrapped up in the blankets making sure her head wouldn't be jostled too much. I lift her up and sit down on the bed placing her on my lap and having her lean on my back. Her head resting on my chest.

I didn't take the time before to realize how much shorter she is compared to me but as she sits on my lap its all I could think about.

After a moment of not moving and making sure she wasn't uncomfortable I reach over and grab the plate of fruit.

Once I held it in front of her she wiggled free one of her hands and reached for some food.

I chuckled a little, feeling her back move with my chest while I reach out my free hand and grab hers. She gasps a little clearly not expecting my hand so focused on the food in front of her.

I lean down and whisper directly in her ear, my lips pressed against the shell of her ear.

"Let me, little one."

Slowly her hand retracts back into her blanket cocoon making my hand let go of hers.

Once I was sure she was all wrapped up I reach over for a piece of fruit and hold it up to har lips, mine still lightly brushing her ear.

She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to be fed. I could feel her calm down a little however, her pain was still very present but her tears where starting to dry on her little cheeks and she was also losing some of the red in her cheeks.

Actually from what I could see from behind her and her side she was losing too much of her colour. She was getting so pale. She really did need some food.

I nudge the slice of fruit on her lips a little, trying to coax her mouth open. Finally she opened her mouth letting me slip the fruit into her mouth. As she chewed her fruit I brushed her lips with my thumb. They where so soft, all I wanted to do was kiss them. But I knew that would be too much for her, too much for her to bare.

Her mind was a mess, her thoughts in scrambles. I doubt she was even was thinking, just feeling. feeling scared, feeling confused and feeling a lot of pain.

The fear I couldn't do anything about yet but the pain and confusion I could.

She was nearly done her fruit, I could see her struggling to get through the pain.

"Atta girl, you're almost done, just a few more bites."

She turned her head and looked back at me, her eyes where glossy but the tears weren't falling just yet.

I lifted the last piece of fruit up to her lips, there wasn't a lot but more food was coming and once she gets some strong pain killers in her system she would feel much better.

She open her mouth and take the last piece of fruit. I had some juice on my fingers and she sucked the pads of my thumb and pointer finger lightly before starting to chew.

The feeling of her soft, perfect lips practically kissing my finger pads almost broke me. Almost made my composer shatter. All I wanted to do was lay her down on our bed, and hover over her as I did nothing but made she feel the best pleasure she has ever experienced. Make love to her till all she saw was stars. Till she was passed out in pure pleasure as I tucked her into the blankets and hold her till she wakes up in the morning.

I was broken out of my fantasy when I heard her let out a groan. Her head wasn't resting on my chest anymore. She was leaning forward, her hands once again no longer in her little cocoon but holding her head.

Without a word I picked her up again and set her down having her leaning on the head board, making sure her back was supported. I gave her a kiss on her forehead.

"I'll be right back, little one. Just breath I'll make all the pain go away."

I walk over to the bathroom, I kept several high end pain killers, mostly for my arm. I bend down and get the least potent drug I could but even so it would still leave her almost numb. I had a very strong drug resistance, having needed to take these pills for a long time. But for someone like my little girl who has probably never needed anything but a regular pain killer in her life it will hit her hard.

Just as I was walking out with my pill bottle There was a knock on the door. I sigh but hold back doing anything more. I didn't need (Y/N) to think I was angry or annoyed at anything just in case she would think all my anger was directed at her. The sigh alone was too much of a slip.

I set the pills down on her bedside table and cup her cheek as I kiss her forehead again.

"Just another second, baby girl."

There was another knock on the door, I could feel her flinch harshly at the sound of the door.

I nearly growl, barely catching myself. I storm over to the door opening it to see the Chef looking terrified with two purge troopers behind him.

By the look on his face he knew I was clearly angry.

"Your food, my lord."

I was handed two plates of waffles with fruit and syrup and a tall glass of orange juice.

Without another word I close the door the turn to (Y/N). She was eyeing the pills clearly wanting them.

I place the food on the glass table in front of the fire place and place a few more logs on the fire to keep it strong.

I walk back over to her with the glass on juice in hand and sit on the bed taking the pills off her night stand and placing the cup on the nightstand.

I open the bottle and place one pill in my hand. The drug was so potent she would only need one pill to last at least twenty four hours, well enough time to get to Coruscant. And while we where in light speed we should be there by mid noon.

I hold the pill up between my thumb and pointer finger.

"Open wide."

Without hesitation she opened wide, allowing me to pop the pill inside. I grab the glass of juice and hold it to her lips letting her take a few sips.

When I start to pull away the cup her little hand grip my wrist and holds the cup to her mouth drinking as much as she could.

I couldn't help the chuckle coming from me as I stared at her cute little face as she tries to drink as much juice as she possible could.

"Easy there, baby girl. there's no rush."

She finally lets me take away the cup but it was already practically empty.

" The pain killers will start to work any second. It's a very strong pain killer, ok?"

She nods mutely.

"I imagine you have lots of questions."

She nods again.

I take both her hands in mine. She felt so cold, colder then she should be.

"Come sit with me by the fire my love."

She still didn't look up at me but she shakily got onto her feet. She tried to take a few steps but she was a little shaky from the pain, the pain killer not fully kicked in just yet.

I stand up and wrap an arm around her waist, guiding her over to the couch. Sitting her down and getting a fuzzy blanket and wrapping it around her shoulders.

I make sure to push the waffles over to her.

"I know you have a lot of questions but you also have to eat a some more food."

She looked up at me, her eyes telling me she was clearly still scared.

"How about this, you ask me your questions, but when I answer them you have to take one bite of your food. Ok?"

She looks down at the plate of waffles. After a few seconds of her eyeing the food suspiciously her stomach growled, loudly.

Her cheeks became a bright crimson, and she looked away from the food.

I couldn't help my chuckle, she really was the cutest little thing.

I grab the plate of food and set it on my lap, grabbing the fork and knife and cutting a good piece of waffle off for her.

"Whats your first question, my love?"

She looks up at me, clearing wanting to ask her question but not wanting to eat. I could tell she thought it might be poisoned so to ease her mind I ate the piece that was on the fork.

Once I swallowed she seemed to lighten up a little.

I cut another piece off and wait for her to ask her question.

"W-where, am I-i?"

I smile lovingly down at her, happy to see her opening up a little. I hold the fork up to her lips, waiting for her to eat it. She hesitated again but this time it was just because she was embarrassed to be fed.

She put the fork in her mouth and started to chew, waiting for me to answer her question.

"We are currently on, my ship called The Executor."

I answered as I cut another piece of waffle for her. She nodded and swallows, taking in my answer.

"W-where are w-we going?"

She takes the next piece of waffle into her mouth.

"We are going your new home, Coruscant."

She nearly choked on her waffle, clearly not expecting that.

After she swallows she looks at me in shock.

"Your taking me to Coruscant?!"

I smirk a little and hold up a new piece of waffle up to her lips. She was clearly unamused but didn't fight and ate the waffle.

"Thats right, you know who I am don't you, my love?"

She nods, I knew she knew who I was, and I assumed she guessed that I was taking her to the galaxy capitol but some part of her must have thought it was to far fetched. A girl like her, being taken to the most luxurious planet in the galaxy, it must have felt like a dream.

"Well as my love it only makes sense to take you home with me."

Her cheeks suddenly got as red a a tomato. I had called her my love plenty of times but it could have easily been mistaken as a silly little nickname, having me actually call her my lover would seem a little abrupt.

"H-How did I b-become y-y-you're... love?"

She was clearly embarrassed, the words must have felt very foreign on her lips.

She was looking away from me, instead staring at the glass table and not seeing the waiting food in front of her.

I gently press the waffle to her lips making her gasp slightly, not expecting it.

She looked back up at me but didn't take the waffle into her mouth.

"You need to eat my dear, or I won't answer your questions till you do."

She stare at me, weighting her options. Her fear and pain was dialling down, near non-existent, mostly she was just feeling curiosity and at the moment more than a little defiant. Not liking the 'no answers unless you eat' rule.

She sighs a little but take the bite, eating it with a bit of a pout. I could help the urge to kiss her when I noticed a bit of the fruit sauce was on the corner of her mouth. And not being one to pass up such an opportune moment I leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth getting rid of the sauce but also being able to finally kiss her.

She went eye wide and stoped mid chew, I chuckled at her reaction. She swallowed quickly and turned her head away.

"You, didn't answer the question."

Her voice was quiet and timid, If I wasn't siting right beside her I probably wouldn't have heard her.

"I came to your small planet the fuel up my ships, we where visiting different planets around the galaxy and needed to fuel up, your planet was the closest. When we landed I had seen you in the space port but you had seemed to be in a rush. But from the second I saw you I knew I had to have you. I felt like the force was pulling me towards you, love."

She nodded, understanding my words so far.

"Me and a few of my men followed you to your tiny little village. I wanted to have you, but I didn't expect to just take you, however, when I found you your mother was beating you. Screaming something about getting the order wrong."

She looks up at me in shock, I wait a moment to see if she had something to say. She didn't speak but she had tears growing in her eyes.

"Ohhh, my love."

I coo at her, pulling her into my lap and kissing her temple. Being sure that her blanket was still tightly wrapped around her.

"It's ok, you're safe. Do you want me to continue?"

She lets out a shaky breath, trying her best to calm down and holding back tears but nods.

I make sure to hold her close and tightly, making sure she felt as safe as possible.

"When I saw her hurting you I felt like I couldn't breath. It hurt me to see you like that. Crumpled up on the floor as you where being beat. I had my trooper hold back you mother and father when he came out to defend your mother and I asked you if you where of. You where sobbing uncontrollably and bleeding from your head, begging for me to save you. so I took you to my ship and had a doctor look at you. You where in a batch tank for a few hours to heal your wounds but the doctor said you might be suffering from amnesia due to head trauma."

Once I was finished explaining she burst like a dam. Sobbing and crying, clinging to my chest as tightly as she could.

It broke my heart to see her like this but this was for the greater good. As far as she knew I was her saviour. I was the person she felt she should run to when she was scared and in distress. This would work out perfectly.

It started to all take sense. My puzzle was becoming complete. I remember seeing the Emperor at the port. I remember being in such a rush to get home but not why.

Know he is saying that my mother beat me so bad because I was in such a rush to get home I messed up the order and she was so mad she ended up beating me so hard I have amnesia.

All I could think of is how he saved me. It made sense. The dots where connecting, and it explained my horrible headache.

I clung to the Emperor as hard as I could, scared to let go. I was in the middle of space going to a planet I knew nothing about with both the strongest and most scary man in the world.

I was wrapped tightly in his lap, him holding me close to his chest. I could feel his strong steady heartbeat under my fist. It lulled me into calming down.

I couldn't stop my tears from coming and my slight sniffles and occasional hiccups.

"Thats it baby girl, I got you. Just calm down. Slow deep breaths."

My tears stopped and my hiccups slowed down as the weight of the situation really hit me. The Emperor himself had saved my life and essentially calmed me as his lover.

I started to shake, realizing I had no idea what to do or how to act in this situation. If I did what he wanted and did it right I was safe, if I did something wrong I could end up dead.

My shaking became uncontrollable. I wanted to push away from him but I didn't want to make him angry. So I figured the best thing I could do was to ask to be let go and apologize like a mad woman if he got made.

"M-my lord... c-could you p-please let me g-go?"

He let out a deep chuckle, his hand coming up to run his fingers through my hair. I gasp, but not because of the motion but because of his hand.

I was too scared and in too much pain earlier to realize that is was fake.

He pulls his hand from my hair and put it in front of my face, showing me his hand.

It was clearly beautifully constructed. It was slick black with hints of gold here and there.

I reach out a little to touch just focusing on the hand not paying attention to who it was attached to.

I come back to my senses when my hand was a few inches away and pull back when the hand in question moved to grasp my hand.

"No need to be shy, my love. You can touch me as much as you want."

His lips where pressed on my ear, a shiver running up my spine. Which now that I thought about it, felt completely bare.

"M-my lord, pl-please."

He keeps his lips pressed into my ear, his right hand still holding mine and stroking my fingers.

"On one condition."

I looked up into his amber eyes cautiously. While waiting for him to answer I took a second to take in his features.

He really was handsome. Slightly curly brown hair that came down to his shoulders in waves, amber eyes that seemed to look into my very soul, and very strong facial features. I notices he had a long scar going down his right eye. It looked like it really hurt.

"You have to call me Anakin."

I tilted my head to the side a little. Call him Anakin?

"I t-thought your name w-was Vader."

His hand let go of mine, moving to run his mechanical fingers through my hair once again.

"That was a name given to my by my late master, the previous Emperor, however the love of my life should call me by my true name."

I blushed when he said I was his true love. I barely knew him and he didn't know anything about me.

As if he could read my mind he smirked. It was like he knew something that I didn't but in all fairness he probably did.

I nod, agreeing to his terms.

"However that is a name only to be used in private, when in public you should call me Vader, or, you're love"

My blush deepened.

"o-ok."

I push on his chest a little, wanting to remove myself and get some distance. but his hand around my waist tightens. It wasn't painful, but the message was very clear.

"I want to hear you say it my love. Say my name for me."

I look up at him more then little hesitant but I didn't really have any other choice.

"o-ok... A-Anakin."

With a loving smile he sets me down in my previous spot on the couch, the fire still making the room warm and cozy. I look out the window to look at the shooting stars again.

"Isn't it d-dangerous for the ship t-to be fling in shooting s-stars, my lo- A-Anakin?"

I look back at him only to see a pretty confused face followed by yet another chuckle. It was getting embarrassing how often he would laugh at me.

"Those aren't shooting stars my love but you are kind of close. those are star lines. Thats what stars look like in hyperspace."

My eyes widen. I knew what hyperspace was, Bane would sometimes tell me about different things around the galaxy. The planets he visited, the different kinds of species around the world, and all the amazing things about travelling through space. But I never knew what it might look like when a person was actually in hyperspace.

"I-it's... beautiful."

I was mesmerized by the beauty of the star lines so I wasn't looking at Anakin but when he spoke I could hear a smirk in his voice.

"Just wait till you see Coruscant. I have a beautiful garden with all kinds of flowers and plants."

I looked over at him. I couldn't help the smile that came on my face, his smirk turned into a loving smile but after looking into his eyes for a while my smile faded.

I realized that I hadn't even thanked him. He had feld me, kept me warm, took away my pain and even saved me when my mother was beating me and I hadn't thanked him.

I start to tear up, He did all this for me, made me feel safe, wanted and loved and I didn't even think to thank him yet.

Tears start to fall down my cheeks and his smile disappears, replaced with a look for worry. Both his hands came and cup my cheeks rubbing away my tears. The kind action only making more of them fall.

"My love, what's wrong?"

I couldn't help the hiccup that escaped my lips as I stutter and try to tell his why I was crying but I just couldn't get the words out.

Anakin pulls me into his lap one more, holding me, cradling me in his arms and using his hand to guid my head to rest in his neck as he hold me, rocking slightly, coxing me to calm down.

"Shhhh, princess. Tell me what wrong. I have you, you're ok."

After a few more hiccups I start to calm down, taking some deep breaths I finally get the words out.

"I'm s-so sorry... I-I-I n-never thanked y-you, for every-everything you h-have done for m-m-me."

The words where choppy and poor with all my sobs but he heard them.

He cooed at me a little rocking me lightly.

"Ohhh, baby. You don't need to thank me, no no no. It's my job to take care of you, my love."

I kept babbling on in incoherent sentences. Trying to tell him how I did have to thank him and how I didn't deserve his kindness. The last part he seemed to hear because without a seconds thought He pulled me flush to his chest and kissed me.

Perfect. This was perfect. Everything was going better then I could have imagined it. She was completely giving into me. Relying on me.

I could feel she felt safe, safe and loved. She was shy, but it only made her all the more adorable. She was so innocent. Innocent and warm. I would do anything to protect the love of my life.

I could feel her tense up as I kissed her deeply. She wasn't scared, I just took her by surprise.

she started to push against my chest after a few moments. My poor little one was running out of breath.

I reluctantly pull my lips away from her soft ones. She tries to catch her breath and clings to me tightly.

I couldn't help but kiss all over her face. Her cheeks, her temple, her forehead, the corner of her lips. anywhere that didn't prevent her from catching her breath.

Her eyes where closed, too embarrassed to look at me, a deep blush only getting darker with each little peck and kiss I gave her.

I gently grasped her hands in mine, removing them from my chest, lifting them to my lips and kissing each of her knuckles.

Once I was done I held her hands to my lips, savouring the feeling.

After a while she finally opened her eyes to look at me. Her beautiful eyes now all red and puffy from her tears.

"Ohhh, my love."

I kiss her hands again. Holding them to my lips as I gaze into her beautiful eyes.

"You never have to thank me for anything my love. The force led me to you, and I will take care of you for the rest of our lives."

She nods shyly and thanks me again and I couldn't help my chuckle.

"I just said you didn't have to do that, my love."

She blushed and looked down. She lets her head fall into my chest with a light groan.

I move her around so I could hold her bridal style in my lap, her head now on my shoulder.

I lift my hand and card my fingers through her hair, taking my time and enjoying the feeling of her soft hair with every stroke of my hand but I stopped then she groaned softly again.

I press my lips into her temple softly.

"What's wrong, my love? The pills should be working by now, are you still hurting?"

She shakes her head and I instantly relaxed, knowing she wasn't hurting but know my curiosity was peeked.

"Tell me what's wrong my little one."

She shakes her head.

"N-nothing, I-i'm just... tired."

I gently kiss her temple again, lifting her in my arms holding her close and walk over to the bed.

"Yes I imagine, the pills have a tendency to make one a little drowsy, let's get you back to bed my love, by the time you wake up we should be arriving at Coruscant."

I pull the blankets up to her chin and kiss her lips lightly. She smiles up at me softly and blacks out.

I laugh lightly at how quickly she fell asleep giving her one last kiss as I gaze at the love of my life.

I walk over to the dressing room in the bathroom and put on my suit. Unfortunately I was still the Emperor and couldn't spend all day and night with my love.

I had to clear my schedule as much as possible so that I could be with her as she grows accustom to her new life.

I walk out, taking one last glance at (Y/N) watching how the blankets rise and fall with each of her little breaths before walking down the hall, making sure I had two purge troopers outside my room if my love needed help, and pulling out my comm to contact the Commander of the Purge Troopers as I make my way to the bridge.

"My lord?"

"Be sure to have my rooms on Coruscant ready for for me and my Empress."

"Yes my lord."

Waking up a second time was easier. I knew where I was. I knew who I was with and I knew where I was going. It wasn't scary or confusing. With everything sorted know it really was just, safe.

I look around the room, there wasn't a pair of strong hands around my waist restricting my movement and the emperor wasn't anywhere in the room that I could see. I listen for the shower in the refresher but I didn't hear anything so it seemed safe to say I was alone.

I look out the window again. The beautiful star lines still there. Casting a beautiful blue light into eh room still, but this time it didn't mold with the red and orange from the fire.

I look over to the hearth again. No fire. I move out fo the covers only to shiver and wrap my arms around myself. Without the fire the room was pretty cold. I stand up, looking down at the clothes I was wearing.

Anakin must have changed my clothes after the doctor treated me because this definitely wasn't mine.

I walk over to the 'fresher to get a better look at myself in the mirror.

I was in a It was long midnight black silk night gown, going down to my ankles with a slit going up to my upper thigh. It had an open back and thin straps smaller them my pinky and a dip in the chest that didn't leave much to the imagination.

No wonder I was cold, the gown was very gorgeous but it was also very thin and with so much bare skin in space no wonder I was a little chilled.

I see a door in the mirror behind me and turn to open it.

It was a walk in closest and dressing room. On the right where the Emperors Clothes, shoes and what not but to the left was cloths for a women.

I was very cold and I figured he wouldn't mind it I changed into something a little warmer.

I run my hands over the clothes. Most of them being black and red and the occasional white.

I grabbed one of the dresses, seeing as that most of the clothes here was dresses.

It was a black floor length gown that was a fairly tight fit till it reached the top of my knees where it flared out. It didn't have sleeves and it had a beep plunge neckline and left my baco completely bare but the thin shoulder straps did have a kind of fur cape the fell to the middle of my shoulder blades and wrapped around my upper arms, leaving the rest of my arms bare, accompanied by a hood to cover my head if I needed

It also had fur on the bottom trim of the dress. It was made in a velvety kind of fabric but had a matte look to it. It was a very beautiful dress, clearly high quality and expensively made. I felt a little out of place in it but I was much warmer now so I didn't really bother to feel too uncomfortable.

I put on a pair of black flats, forgoing the high heals knowing I would only fall over in those and made my way over to the door.

I press the button on the panel on the side of the door and it slide open. I see two storm troopers in black standing on either side of the door. I gasp a little not really expecting them.

One of the speaks but he doesn't turn to look at me.

"May I assist you, my lady?"

The title sound weird.

"Could you tell me where An-"

I freeze mid sentence remembering what I should call him when other are around.

"Where Lord Vader is?"

"Of course miss, right this way."

We walk down the cold hall for a little, the only sound being our footsteps.

There where troopers in white armour every now and then standing at doors or walking around in what I assume is a patrol.

Finally we reach large double doors that fly open to what I assume is the bridge of the ship.

At the end of the gangway I see the Emperor, in full armour staring out at the star lines of hyper space.

When he hears the door open he turn and looks at me. For a moment he just stare till he reaches a hand out for me, palm up.

I walk over and place my much smaller hand in his.

"You are just in time my love, we are about to exit hyperspace."

Before I say anything he gently grips my shoulder and move me to stand right in front of him. His hands never left my shoulder aside to slip them underneath the fur 'cape' to touch my bare shoulders, The touch of his leather clad hands making a present shiver run up my spine. But the leather gloves did make his hands a little cold.

I stare out at the hyperspace star lines, hypnotized by the beauty of the sight.

Suddenly there is a large jolt, forcing my back into his body behind me.

The star lines fade away till I see a beautiful planet.

I couldn't see any green but I could see light for all over one side of the planet.

The planet itself was huge, much bigger them my home planet. clearly full of technology I couldn't even dream of.

I gasp my hand coming up to cover my mouth. Even without any forests or any large body of water it was still a sight to behold.

The lack of nature a clear sigh of high class and innovation. No wonder it was the galaxy capital.

My back was still pressed tightly to Anakin's back. One hand of his was still on my shoulder the other coming across my front, Holding me to him.

I felt him lean down to my ear, he was waring his mask so I could see his face but from the sound of his voice he was smirking.

"Welcome to your new home my Empress."

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We Are the Strange (2007)

#we are the strange #m dot strange #m. dot strange #animation #stop animation #halleh seddighzade #stuart mahoney #david choe #chaylon blancett #talks

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joshsjipple · 14 days

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Second Chances

JOSH KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: I’m so sorry for all the Josh fics but he seems the be the only one who fits my ideas atm. I promise to get another Jake and Sam one out there eventually. Bear with me!

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WARNINGS: 18+ mature content, graphic sexual content, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (f & m rec), fingering, praise kink, spitting, hair pulling, a bit of a mustache kink, language, FLUFF! this is a more gentle, sweet fic:)

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Your hand shakes so vigorously as you sign your name on the papers at the car rental counter that you’re shocked when the receptionist hands you the keys. Your phone vibrates in your jean pocket and you give the clerk an apologetic smile as your pen scrapes across one last form. With a bag in your hand, you head for the doors. Your rental car isn’t exactly ideal, with rust infecting the edges and dents along the passenger side door, it looks like it survived a zombie apocalypse. But it will get you to Frankenmuth, so you cram yourself in and prepare for the hour and a half drive.

To say you were surprised to receive a call from your high school bestie Robin, would be an understatement. In fact, when you heard her voice on the other line, you nearly dropped your coffee in the middle of downtown Manhattan. It had only been five years or so since you’d walked across that stage, cap and gown on and diploma in hand, but it felt like a lifetime ago. It was strange for your class to already be arranging a reunion, but you weren’t complaining. You knew your boss–Sara– wouldn’t mind giving you a few days off to return home, as you had only taken two sick days this year. You felt like you deserved a bit of a break–even if that “break” included spending time in your childhood prison cell.

It’s around 4pm when you arrive at your parent’s house just 15 miles out of town. You’ve been home plenty of times before to attend family gatherings, holidays, and occasionally some birthdays. But you haven’t entered the town itself since you left it. It’s silly, but you could never bring yourself to do it, so you’d take the back roads, windows down, blasting music from your specially made playlist with a smile on your face.

As you tug your bag out of the back seat, you already hear the front door opening. As you turn around, you’re greeted by two overly-excited parents. It takes only a few seconds before your mother has you wrapped in a bear-hug, her body gently rocking yours as she strokes your hair. When she finally releases you, your dad scoops you up. It’s brief, but it does the job.

Your parents leave you to get situated in your room, and when you enter, a wave of deja vu sweeps your body. It’s always the same as you leave it, a time capsule you get to revisit when you’re lucky. You posters still hang on the walls surrounding your bed, neither you or your parents having the guts to remove them. Books still line your shelf, all sorted neatly by genre categories. Your box of vinyls are placed under a desk, dust creeping over the covers. Your window sills still have the same flower-patterned curtains that they did when you were just a girl. Despite your friends making fun of them as you grew up, you were too sentimental to just tear them down and throw them away.

You’re examining the room, your eyes occasionally stopping on something that brings back a fond memory. When they scan over your night stand, time seems to freeze. A framed picture is set up on the wooden surface, slightly facing towards your bed. Two kids, a girl and a boy, are waist deep in the water, their skin dotted with water droplets as more fly through the air. Their mouths are open, screaming and giggling as the water hits their faces. Suddenly, you’re transported back six years to when that was taken. You can recognize those damp curls anywhere, even if the sun is blinding the camera and blocking half of him out. You can remember that day like it was just last week, and the fact it still feels so recent, sends shivers up your arm.

After you pick your jaw up off the floor, you cross the room and immediately bring the picture to your face. It’s clean, like it was just recently set there. The tip of your finger traces the frames, the corner of your lips tugging into a smile. You had to have been only 16 or 17 at the time, making Josh the same age. That summer was the best of your life, a forever memory engraved in your brain. You and him spent those whole two and a half months together, basking in the sunlight in his backyard, listening to him complain about his twin brother. You had watched nearly every movie out there, staying up till 2 am every night before lazily dragging yourself back to your house only to join him for breakfast the following morning.

It’s a bittersweet moment for you as you stare at the boy you once knew and now know nothing about.

Placing it back in its original position, you run your fingers through your hair a few times before sitting on your bed. The window is open, a fresh breeze spilling into your all-the-sudden claustrophobic room. Needing to get your mind off things, you pull out your phone and answer a text from Robin.

Robin: In town yet?

You: Yep! Everything’s the same.

Robin: Pretty close. We’re all meeting at the bar downtown at 7pm.

You: Got it. Who’s all coming?

Robin: Everyone except Evan and Lily; something about sick kids and a tight work schedule.

Your thumbs pause momentarily before dancing on the screen. You don’t want to ask, but at the same time you do, so you type the message a few times before ultimately deleting it. Falling back, you groan slightly, rubbing your tired eyes. Your phone buzzes by your thigh again, alerting you of another text.

Robin: I know you were contemplating on asking, but yes, Josh will be there.

–

At 5pm, you eat a small snack with your parents. Your mother made bagel dip for you–an all time classic– so you munch on it as you catch up with your family. As suspected, nothing’s really changed around town, unless you count new tourists pouring in every year. You tell them about your job and what it’s like living in a big city, a fascinated daze over both their faces as you speak. You’re just about to head upstairs to shower when your mother calls from over her shoulder.

“Are you still in contact with Josh?” she asks, causing a pause in your chewing. Your eyes find your father’s, but all he does is shrug and place his folded hands on the table before you.

“Not really.” you manage to say, praying that will be enough to end the conversation. But of course, you’re not lucky enough.

“That’s too bad. Did you know his band got huge?” she returns to the dining room, a towel in her hands.

“No. I didn’t.” you lie. Of course you knew it did.

“I always knew they would, they were very talented, even as kids.” you dad chimes in. You sink deeper into your seat, feeling a slight ping of guilt prick your stomach.

“Is he coming tonight?” your mom asks in a knowing tone. You smile warmly, eyes darting across her face to try and decide what she’s trying to do.

“Yes, him and Jake.”

“That’ll be fun, just like old times.” she replies, the last few words sticking out slightly more than the rest.

“Sweetie–” your father attempts to speak, but you cut him off.

“Did you put that photo on my nightstand?” you question. She only shrugs, which is fine because it gives you your answer. “It’s not ever going to happen, mom.” you put your foot down, eyes slightly piercing into hers.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I found it in storage and didn’t want it to break.”

Although her answer seems to make sense, it’s not like her to not have a motive. Following your better judgment, you just nod in agreement. That last thing you want to do is spend your few days here fighting with your mom.

–

By 6:30, your hair is washed, curled, and neatly displayed across your shoulders. A small ribbon ties a few strands back, keeping them out of your eyes. Going for a more simple look, you skip the major makeup steps in your routine and settle on some mascara and lipgloss. With two dainty gold necklaces hanging across your neck-line, you settle on a tight black dress. You slip on a pair of white heels before standing in front of your whole-body mirror to look yourself over. You decide it’s good enough, grab a handbag, and head out the door.

Driving through Frankenmuth made you feel like a teenager again. You mom let you take her car once she examined the state of your rental. It moved smoothly across the roads as you admired the scenery. When you passed the school grounds, you nearly lost it. You hated it at the time, but now that you’re grown, you miss it like hell. Correction: you miss him like hell.

Every spot in this town holds a different memory, each containing Josh. The big hill that the two of you would ride your bikes down; he was always braver than you were. The parking lot of the hometown grocer where the two of you pushed each other around in grocery carts. That park where you smoked your first joint (with Josh’s supervision, expertise, and guidance). And finally, the downtown road that would lead you to your final destination tonight. It was one of your fondest memories of Josh, it made you see how much he cared for you. You were wandering around town when he took your hand and dragged you into the street, a sly smile on his face. He set a hand on your waist and hummed a soft song, recreating that scene from The Notebook because he knew how much you loved that movie.

It didn’t occur to you until now that you would be seeing him tonight. You sat parked, hands gripping the steering wheel, trying to imagine what he looks like now. Of course you could have just looked it up, but you thought that would be cheating so you pushed that urge out of your head. Once you gather up all your courage, you remove yourself from the car and make your way to the door.

The committee must have rented out the whole building, because when you step in, there’s only a few handfuls of people in your presence. The place is cleaned up nice, the floors redone and the walls decorated with patterned paintings. For once, it doesn’t smell like fried onions and beer which you’re coming to appreciate.

Once you’ve scanned the room thoroughly and don’t find either Josh or Jake, you say hello to your former classmates. You all make small talk for a while, smiles filling the room as everyone talks about their success. You even find one of your ex-situationships, Mark, and fling your arms around him. The two of you talk for a while, even giggling over how dramatic your ‘relationship’ was. He’s explaining his fiance when you catch a chestnut brown haired man talking to someone. Begrudgingly, you finish your conversation with Mark before approaching him. Your heart beats quickly in your chest as you join his small group nonchalantly.

The boy turns his head, giant chocolate eyes staring straight back at you. Your heart skips a beat while your brain tries to comprehend. Tilting your head, it clicks together. It’s not Josh, it’s Jake.

“Jacob?” you finally ask, knowing 100% it’s him.

“Miss me?” he smirks before pulling you into his arms.

You were never as close with Jake, but you still knew him better than your other classmates. He smells of alcohol and musky spice, making your head spin. Once he pulls away, he keeps a hand firmly planted on your upper arm.

“How have you been?” you ask quickly, not wanting the interaction to end just yet.

“I’m good, very busy. And you?” his eyes shine.

“I’m great, actually. Thanks.” you reply, exhaling deeply. “You look great. I love the mustache.”

“We just got back from Europe. I’ll probably shave it off within the next few weeks.” he admits in an awfully comfortable tone. He looks rather relaxed right now, and you take note of it. You probably look like a constipated cow right now, nervous and shaking.

When you open your mouth to speak, Robin shouts your name. You turn towards the sound, finding her already trotting towards you with open arms. The two of you embrace, rocking back and forth on your heels. When she pulls away, she looks the exact same as she did in highschool. Her bright blonde hair is tied up, blue eyes glimmering, smile lines showing. She was always one of the most radiant humans you had ever met.

Appearing from behind her is no other than Josh Kiszka. Your moves falter, but Robin offers you a quick squeeze and a smile of encouragement. You barely notice her, or anything around you other than him.

“We’ll catch up later, hm?” she says before leaving to talk to another person across the room.

Time seems to pause for a brief moment, the world allowing you to stare at him without feeling awkward or rude. The once shaved sides of his head are now filled in completely, messy curls atop his head like a mop. He had been clean shaved his whole life, but now, hair grows above his lip and down his chin. He looks more mature, and kissed by the sun, but nonetheless, it’s Josh.

You both seem to have the same idea, because you meet each other halfway. He wraps you up in his arms, his arms gripping your waist. Your hand rests on his back, the other briefly toying with the curls on the back of his head. As always, he radiates warmth and affection, making you want to break down in his arms. You can feel his heart against your chest and you shut your eyes to soak up the feeling. He rests his chin in the cavern between your shoulder and neck, his nose moving some of your curls out of the way. When he breathes, the warm air ignites sparks of electricity, flowing through your blood. He smells like love and wine and you begin to feel drunk off of him.

He pulls away first, a beaming expression on his face. His hands grab your forearms, unwilling to let go. He clutches onto you like you might disappear if he lets go, making your heart skip a beat.

“How are you?” he starts off.

“I’m great, Josh. And what about you? How’s the rockstar life treating you?” you speak rapidly, unable to control anything.

“Ah, so you have been stalking.” he chirps joyfully, teeth showing. “It’s okay, me too.” You’re so taken back by his words that your brain doesn’t think of a response. But just like when you were a teenager, Josh has that under control. “Come sit. We’ll have a drink.” he announces after a pause, leading you to the bar.

He pulls the chair out for you before pushing you in, your knees brushing against the table top. Taking his place next to you, he takes a hand to call the waiter over.

“I’ll do a Salty Dog and she’ll have some red wine.” he speaks confidently for you as if you haven’t spoken for five years. The man behind the counter leaves and Josh turns to you. “What?” he asks once he notices your confusion.

“You remembered?” you say with a laugh.

“Remember what? That you can’t drink hard liquor? I had a permanent reminder in my car for a few years.” he quips, earning a giggle from you.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I know, which is why I’m nice about it.” he grins. The bartender arrives with your drinks and you quickly bring your glass to your lips, desperate to consume anything that will help calm your nerves.

“So,” you say once you’ve both swallowed the liquid. “How was Europe?”

“Doing a little more stalking than I thought, eh?” he jokes again.

“Funny. I talked to Jake before this.” you tell him. Folding your hands in your lap, you struggle to look him in the eyes.

“Figured. He does get all the ladies nowadays.” he sighs dramatically. “Europe was awesome, it’s so lovely. You’d love it.” he insists, hand rubbing his chin. “And what about you? Did you become that world-selling author you always wanted to be?”

“Josh, don’t you think you would have heard about me if that were so?”

He takes a second to think as he purses his lips. “I don’t read much anymore, so no.”

“You don’t read anymore?” you ask in disbelief.

“I only liked your stuff. It just felt weird…” he pauses briefly, taking another sip of his beverage. “So if you’re not an author, what do you do?”

“It’s similar, but I edit other people’s work.”

“Really? Do you write at all?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Not much.” you admit.

It makes you sad to finally say it aloud. You haven’t written since you and Josh went separate ways as he was your inspiration. You loved the idea of describing people you thought he would like or relate to just to see his face when he reaches the plot twist.

“That’s too bad. You were very talented.” he compliments. “I’d like to talk to some other people before they leave, but would you want to meet up in a couple hours and head back to my place?”

Your heart rate spikes. “Your place? Or your parent’s place?”

“Tomato tomato.” he shrugs, accentuating the words differently.

“I’d love to.” you say, standing to your feet.

Josh follows your lead, but as you begin to walk away, his fingers wrap around your wrist and pull you to a stop. Your face is inches from his and you can feel every breath he takes. With his fingers tightly placed on your wrist, you know he can feel how fast your heart is beating. Feeling confident from your drink, you hold eye contact and only break it to watch his tongue run over his bottom lip.

“Don’t slip away again, okay?” he swallows, his brows pulled down into a knotted expression.

You don’t even understand what he means until he’s walking away. By then, it’s too late to answer, so you shake it off and begin your search for Robin.

–

After an hour or so of meaningful conversations, you manage to slip away and find Robin. She’s tucked away in the kitchen, digging through her purse for something. When you approach her from behind, she jumps slightly with her hand over her heart.

“Jeez you’re sneaky.” she relaxes again, a smile resting on her lips. “How’s it going?”

You move next to her and shrug absently. “It’s good. Everything’s changed so much, don’t ya think?”

“Some things haven’t.” she says in a simple tone. You quirk your head to the side, trying to decipher her words as she continues to dig through her purse. Her lips are molded into a mostly flat line, the only action being the smallest of grins only you could recognize.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You and Josh, I mean.” she states, her eyes failing to meet yours.

You scoff and mess with a strand of hair that has fallen into your eyes. “Yeah right. I think he’s changed the most.”

“Maybe, but did you ever sit and think that he’s always been that kind of front man? I mean, he was the main character in the school plays for four years straight.” she adds.

“I suppose. But it’s still different.” you frown slightly.

Robin huffs loudly before turning her body to face yours. “The only thing that has changed, is the shift of platonic love into romantical love.”

Her words make your blood run cold, goosebumps pricking on your skin. You swallow loudly, eyes locked with hers, searching for some sort of clue to let you know she’s just joking. It never comes so you’re forced to think of an answer.

“It’s not–no!” you squint at her. She only shrugs and juts out her chest a bit. “It’s not like that between us. It never has been and never will be.”

“It’s obvious. I’ve known you since we were just girls playing barbies, and you’ve never once looked at someone the way you look at Josh. Not even Mark, and he was the hottest guy in school.” she pauses to shove at your shoulder. “I mean, even after five years of no contact for whatever reason, he’s still the one.”

You stand in front of her gobsmacked and motionless. With a flat gaze, you watch her eyes curiously dance over yours. Not once has anyone ever pinned the tail on the donkey so well, so the fact she did had your jaw on the floor. After a few more seconds, she rolls her eyes and combs through her hair.

“Okay.” you say. “Maybe you’re right. But it hasn’t always been like that. High school was platonic, completely. Nothing ever happened.”

“I know.” she says quickly. “Except for that one time when–”

“It was a kiss and we were wasted. You dared us to!” you point at her with furrowed brows. She laughs, the sound filling the room and relaxing your shoulders. “Don’t tell him. We’ve both changed over these five years, I don’t want him to find a reason to be with me when he has so much ahead of him. So just keep it between us, okay?”

“I don’t have to.” she says cooly, just as a knock appears on the door.

“Hey guys.” someone says, and you turn around quickly to see Josh perched at the door frame. “Still gossiping I see. Some things never change.”

“You know it.” Robin smiles, going in for a hug. They share a brief moment before she does the same to you.

“Trust your gut.” she whispers just loud enough for you to hear. You smile at her and watch her mingle out into the party.

“Are you ready to go?” he questions, motioning to the doors. You nod and follow behind him, a weird feeling sitting in the pit of your gut.

Your goodbyes to everyone are short, but you spend an extra minute in Jake’s arms. He tells Josh he won’t be home till later because he’s having a few more drinks with a friend. You and Josh split off a few moments later, him holding the door open for you as you step out into the street.

“Remember what happened here?” he asks as he falls into pace with your steps.

“Your Ryan Gosling moment?” you joke.

“He wishes he could do as well as I.” he boasts, giving you a playful shrug. “My cars here.”

The drive to his house is short. The two of you sit in silence, music filling the void between you both. You watch the road wind in its familiar pattern, twisting and turning until he turns into his driveway. The house looks the same as it did the night before graduation, its walls still giving off a welcoming aura. You’ve barely fathomed the fact that you’re here until Josh’s at your door, holding it open. You smile warmly and thank him under your breath as you get out.

“Home sweet home.” he says, leading you to the front door as if you didn’t basically grow up here.

“Are your parents not home?” you ask, noticing the lights shut off.

“Not till later. Just us for now if that’s okay.”

You nod and enter the house. Immediately, your knees begin to feel weak. It feels like you’ve been running away your entire life and finally reached home. It still smells like cinnamon and freshly cooked waffles. The air is warm and inviting, and you fight every urge not to crawl on the couch and drift off to sleep. You must be ogled, because Josh stands beside you, watching your face cover so many emotions in a record amount of timing. He doesn’t say a word, but his hand brushes yours and brings you back to reality.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” he offers, moving towards the fridge.

“Water is fine.” you tell him, leaning over the counter to watch him. The house is silent, but Josh fixes that by humming a song to himself. He fills the cup with ice and cold water, his eyes focused on your drink.

“Three ice cubes?” you ask when he hands the glass to you.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” he asks in a fake offensive voice.

“Do you want me to answer that?” you joke. He gives you a scolding look before giving into the laugh that’s creeping up his throat.

“Wanna go upstairs?” he asks. “I’ve got something for you.”

“What?”

“Just come on.” he encourages, already at the staircase.

You follow behind him, taking note of his movements up the stairs. The hallway is pitch black, but neither of you have an issue because you know the path like the back of your hands. When you enter his room, you’re engulfed by the familiarity. His bed is made neatly, bed sheets still the same maroon as they were throughout highschool. Everything looks the exact same besides a duffle back on the floor by the wall. Almost immediately, Josh wanders to his vinyl collection. He digs through it and places his choice on his player.

You take your seat on the edge of his bed, watching him kneel to set the volume just how he likes it. When he’s finished, he stands and brushes his hands across his khaki pants. That simple motion makes your heart pump a wave of sadness through you. As kids, Josh never put any effort into looking presentable when it came to you. Although he always somehow managed to smell like peaches and flowers, he never cared what he looked like to you, and neither did you.

“You’ve grown up.” you say in a flat tone, emotionless.

He pauses on your face and reads you like an open book. “You too. Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Depends on how you look at it.”

Josh just nods and sits on the bed, his weight causing it to sink slightly. He pulls his legs up and sits criss-cross applesauce, just as he always used to do. The simple action makes you relax a bit, a small token of a reminder that he is still him, and you’re still you. Now, you remember back to sitting on Josh’s bed, knees tucked under your chin as you fiddled with a string in your denim shorts. He was across from you, his hands working skillfully on his acoustic guitar. You two sat there the whole day, saying very little to each other. You could do that with him–sit in silence and enjoy each other’s company. Now if you had to do that with someone, you’d be in for one hell of a panic attack.

“You look beautiful tonight.” he tears you away from your thoughts. “You are beautiful.”

You feel a hot shade of pink dust on your cheeks and you giggle like a teenage girl. “You too Josh.”

“I try.” he sighs. The air is silent between the two of you, and you struggle to not break down and tell him how much he means to you and how sorry you are for everything. Josh always had a way of making you feel sentimental, especially now.

The silence seems to weigh you both down, and when neither of you can take it, you open your mouth to speak first. “Did you ever think of me?”

Josh is quiet in front of you, but you’re too embarrassed to look at him right now, so you stare at his blankets below you.

“What do you mean-”

“Just tell me I meant something.” you say, opening a part of your heart to him no one has seen before. You feel stupid, this isn’t a book, but the love you two shared as kids, felt like it could be one.

“You did.” he says immediately. “Of course you did. You were my best friend.”

His voice wavers as he speaks, making your heart fall. You’d imagined this conversation for so long, what you would say and how he would react. Would he take you in his arms and allow you to cry into his shoulder? Or would he cup your cheeks and kiss your lips? You had so many things to say to him, most of them coming to you on nights you couldn’t sleep. But now that your opportunity is here, your mind is blank.

He scoots closer to you, his knee brushing against yours. You still can’t bear to look at him, especially since your face is as red as a beet and tears well in your eyes. His fingers push a strand of hair behind your ear before gracing your cheek. You shutter at the touch, a long breath drawing from your lips. One hand cups your face, the other rests softly on your knee. He lifts your eyes so they meet his, and you find he too is feeling the same way you do.

“Maybe we should let this go.” your lip quivers, but you try to keep your voice steady and convincing.

“I don’t think I can handle letting this go–letting you go.” he shuts his eyes.

“Josh, don’t. Please don’t.” you beg pathetically, standing to your feet to escape his grasp. “I can’t let you do this.”

“What?”

His tone makes you feel like you’ve misread the whole moment, but Robin’s words reply themselves in your mind. “Look at you! You have a mustache and a full head of hair. You wear khaki pants and long white t-shirts with beaded necklaces hanging across your chest. You’re a popular rock band that tours around the world. You’ve won a Grammy for crying out loud!”

“What does that have to do with anything?” he asks.

“We’ve changed, Josh. It’s all too different.” your voice shakes and you wrap your arms around your body to help comfort yourself. Josh runs a hand over the back of his neck, breathing out of his mouth loud enough for you to hear.

“We have changed. That’s how things work. It’s been five years since we’ve last interacted-”

“That wasn’t my fault!” you raise your voice, a tear spiraling down your cheek.

Josh pauses and stares for a moment. “I know. I know. We were dumb and didn’t know what the world would hold for us. But we do now.” he stands to his feet. “I’ve been with others, I’ve tried to move on but I physically can’t when you’re in my blood. I see a leaf the color of your hair and my heart sinks. I thrift sweaters and immediately think of you because in a perfect life, they’d be our sweaters.”

For what seems like the millionth time today, you’re stunned and at a loss for words. Not ever did you imagine Josh would think about you this way. It wasn’t an insecurity, it was a fact. He was a rockstar, traveling the world, anyone he wanted at his fingertips. Josh’s face is red and he rubs his face a few times, gathering himself. This was clearly not the way either of you expected tonight to go. You take a step back, feeling like he deserves some space.

“I never knew.” is all you are able to say.

“Never knew?” he asks, confusion and hurt coating his voice. “I watched you study for hours. I cooked for you every chance I got. We had matching keychains. I spent every day with you. I wrote songs about you and now sing them on stage for thousands of people.” he informs you. Your heart is beating inside your chest at an insane pace as you imagine Josh writing and singing songs about you. You search for the words to tell him how you feel, but he beats you to it. “Y/N. Remember the 4th of July our junior year? We sat in the lawn with nail polish and I watched you paint your nails. You asked me if I wanted mine done–which I didn’t– but I was looking for any excuse to feel your hand in mine, so I let you.”

Still standing away from him, you lick your lips. He did let you do that, but you never thought anything of it until now. It all makes sense now. “When you’d ask me to rub your back or put sunscreen on you, I’d write you messages.” you admit, his eyes watching you. “I spelled that I loved you.”

A second later, Josh’s hands cup your cheeks and his lips connect to yours. He sucks the breath out of you, and you step backwards. He pushes you until you’re sandwiched between him and the wall. Your lips work at his, passionately taking him in. His hands wrap around your head, cradling it as yours work at his curls. His tongue traces your bottom lip, and you moan into him and allow him access. Your tongues dance together like they’ve done it a million times. It all seems natural, the way his body feels warmly pressed against yours and the sounds of your mouths working together. When his hands trace down the sides of your dress and he squeezes at the back of your thigh, you jump into him. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you can barely feel his length against your heat. It’s enough to make you tug on his hair a bit tighter.

With his hands still stationed on your thighs, he stumbles to his bed, laying you down carefully. Your lips pull apart just long enough that he’s able to remove his necklaces and his shirt. You watch him above you, his cheeks pink and his skin smooth. The tip of his tongue rests on his lip as he tosses his shirt to the side and averts his attention back to you. You’re both smiling when your lips connect, your teeth gently knocking against each other. He places gentle kisses across your nose and forehead before trailing down to your ears and neck. He sucks gently on your skin as your hands rub the skin of his torso. He’s smoother than ever, and you feel safe under his touch. His hands work the necklaces around your neck and he sets them next to his before kissing the straps to your black dress. Your hands are tucked away in his hair as he drags both straps down, his eyes never leaving yours. Once they’re off, he pauses before continuing. You nod to him, using your own hand to help him remove the rest of the fabric. With a wink, he continues.

Once your breasts are exposed completely, he sits up slightly, taking you in. You feel like an angel as his eyes sweep over you. “You’re the prettiest human I’ve ever met.” he says softly as he places his lips on your hardened nipple. You suck in a breath as his wet lips take you into his mouth. One hand is gripping your hip while the other plays with your uncovered breast. He laps at the skin, his tongue swirling in every direction. He switches, the hand on your waist now massaging your tit that once had his mouth on it. With a pop and a pathetic whine from you, he lets go. You instantly try and shimmy out of the rest of the dress, but his hands grab your wrists and pin them above your head.

“I’ve waited so long for this, let me do it.” he says in a silky voice.

His fingers pull the whole thing off your body, leaving you in nothing but a skimpy thong that hides nothing. He’s hard and pressed against your leg, his teeth gritted as he notices the patch of wetness in your panties. Cursing to himself, he kisses your lips again while his hands travel down your navel. His fingers are a fire, igniting a forest as he trails them along your sticky skin. As you swallow his lips, his fingers tug on the waistband of your panties. Unknowingly, your hips grind into him and he hisses. His middle finger dances across your heat, the thin line of fabric keeping you from his skin. His lips are still on yours and he swallows every whimper you give him.

“Please, Josh.” you manage to pull away long enough to speak. He smirks before sliding his hand into your panties. As a finger gathers your arousal, you wrap your hands around Josh’s neck and pull him back into your lips. The single pad of his finger runs quick circles over your aching bundle of nerves a few times before he slides it in. You’re too lost in his touch to feel embarrassed of the whine that escaped your mouth, but he seems to enjoy it.

“More.” you ask, and he delivers, slamming a second finger in with the first. Your body jumps and he giggles. You smack his arm once before latching onto it to keep you steady.

“Can I go down on you?” he breathes in your ear.

“You don’t have to.” you squeak.

“I didn’t ask that, did I? I asked if I could.” he grunts, nipping at the skin of your neck.

“Yes. Fuck, please.”

He removes his fingers and makes quick work of your panties, tossing them into the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. Placing one last kiss on your nose, he trails down your body. You spread your legs for him, eyes shining at the view of him between them. He coolly blows on your cunt and you shiver as he does. When his finger drags itself through your wetness and his lips connect with your bud, your hands grip the sheets. He licks a long stripe from top to bottom, sucking on your clit for a few seconds.

“You taste like honey, mama.” he coos, the vibrations adding to the pleasure.

He tenderly eats you out, paying close attention to what your body does and doesn’t like. His eyes watch you as he works, noting your facial expressions and your breathing. No one you’d ever been with has paid such attention to you like this, but the fact Josh does, doesn’t surprise you.

He laps at your cunt, fingers buried inside of you. When he finds your specific spot, he curls roughly into you and your hands shoot to his hair. He giggles gently again, working fast circles into your pussy as your fingers grip his head. The feeling of his mustache against your folds makes for a delightful experience. The pit in your stomach grows quickly and before you know it, you’re catapulted over the edge. With your hips bucking into Josh’s face, you unravel below him, stars shooting through the black of your eyelids.

Once you’ve come down from your high, you release his hair and throw your arms behind your head. He kisses along the insides of your thighs, cleaning up all of your release. Sliding his fingers into his mouth, he sucks them dry with a shit eating grin. With arms on either side of your head, he lowers himself back onto you, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair.

“How am I expected to eat anything else ever again?” he quips, earning an exhausted laugh from you. “You don’t have to do anything for me. I’m happy with this.” he tells you softly.

“No, I want to.” you tell him.

He nods and rolls onto his back. You straddle him first, kissing his face. Then, you slide down, your tits dragging across his bare skin. You bite your lip at the friction, and he watches you through hooded eyelids. When you palm him through his pants, he lays his head back, mouth open. You unbutton him and slide both his pants and boxers down at the same time. You toss the material on to the floor before giving him your full attention. His cock sits against his stomach and you drool at the vein running across the length of him.

He hisses as you take him into your hand, gently wrapping your fingers around him. You drag your tongue across the tip of him, cleaning up the precum that glistens before you. He perches on his elbows and watches you–ass in the air– take him into your mouth. His eyes roll back and he grunts when he reaches the back of your throat. You toy with him for a few seconds, letting your tongue and fingers mess with his length. When his hands grip your hair and pull you away from him, you frown.

“I love this so much, but I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.”

“Maybe I want you to cum.” you dare, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Fuck, you little shit.” he groans, moving away from you. “How do you want it?”

“However you want it.” you smile. He shakes his head, a wide grin on his lips.

“Lay on your back for me baby.” he directs and you listen embarrassingly fast.

“I’m on the pill.” you quickly tell him, marveling at the idea of him finishing inside of you. He pulls his lip between his teeth and kisses you gently, situating himself between your legs.

When his tip runs through your folds, you open your mouth and lay your head back, leaving your neck open. He sucks on it as he sits at your entrance. You feel as if you may explode if you have to wait one more minute to feel him inside of you.

“You’re so wet. Fuck.” he whimpers, finally slipping himself into you.

In unison, you both moan. When he’s buried deep inside of you, you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him in place. He kisses your cheek and then finds your lips, his hands on your hips. Once you tell him to move, he pulls out before slamming back into you until his pubic hair meets yours. His hips continue to snap into yours, the sound of skin filling the room. You cry his name and he buries himself into your neck. His mouth opens and his teeth latch onto your skin. He doesn’t bite, but you can feel his top set marking your shoulder. The whole idea makes you clench around him. He removes his teeth and rests his forehead on yours, a hand on your cheek. He mumbles above you, his sweaty curls in your eyes.

“You feel so good.” you say and his eyebrow knit together closely. “So big, baby.”

“Jesus.” he cries, his thrusts getting a bit sloppier.

“Gonna cum, Josh?” you pant, trying to tip him over the edge. “Do it.”

With a groan, he removes himself from you and grabs your waist to move you to your stomach. When he taps your side, you raise yourself on all fours, sticking your ass up. He slides himself through you again, a trail of spit leaving his mouth and falling onto your pussy. He slides in again but doesn’t stop to allow you to adjust. His hips snap furiously into your ass, pornographic noises clouding your judgment. He unties the ribbon in your hair and uses his hand to mess it up a bit. Grabbing a handful, he pulls you up to him and kisses your cheek. You whine at the position, mouth hanging open as you fall apart. In one swift motion, he shoves you down into his pillow, your cries being silenced. Screaming his name, he holds your head in the pillow. You can hear him grunting above you, painting an image in your mind you’ll never be able to shake away from.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re gripping me so tight. You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he taunts.

“Nope.” you say, your voice in shambles along with the rest of your body.

“Are you sure?” he asks again, this time, snaking a hand between your legs to work circles into your clit. You cry at the contact, trying to fight the feeling approaching in your stomach. “Fuck, mama. Cum for me, baby. Let it all go. Soak my cock.”

Doing as you’re told, you cum all over him. Your body is shaking rapidly as he still pounds into you. He’s chanting your name like it’s his religion as he lays his sweaty chest across your back. You’re still coming down from your high as he reaches his, lashing above you. You feel him paint the inside of you, all warm and wet. He falls onto you, both of your body’s exhausted.

After a few moments of being pancaked in between the bed and him, he lifts himself off of you and pulls himself out. Your body feels cold without him tucked away inside of you, but you’re thankful to get out of the position and breath. You stand and disappear into the bathroom while Josh changes the sheets. When you return, he’s under the covers waiting for you. You smile and so does he as you walk back to him–still completely naked.

“I’m hard again just watching you walk back here.” he says, pulling back the covers for you. You smack his arm playfully and take a sip of your water.

Setting it down, he grabs your waist and pulls you down on top of him. You laugh as you fall on him, crushing him. Instead of pushing you off of him, he holds you tighter on top of him. You let him have his moment, his love language has always been physical touch. Enjoying the moment, you hold his head in your arms, your nose buried into the damp curls on his head.

Eventually, you slide down so your head is resting on his chest. You both lay there in silence. You listen to his heart and breathing, your eyes beginning to shut. You’re not per say, tired, but being in Josh’s arm in his room at this exact moment, makes you want to forget the outside world around you. But of course, you’re not lucky enough for that.

“Can we talk about this?” he says quietly, his lips pressed against the crown of your head.

“I just want to enjoy this, Josh.” you say.

“Me too. But I can’t enjoy this until I know how you’re feeling.” You rotate yourself so your chin is on Josh’s chest, the fronts of your bodies pressed together. He looks exhausted, but somehow more beautiful than ever. His face is still red with a sheen of sweat over it. His curls are frizzy and lay lifelessly atop his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. “So will you talk to me?”

You nod. “I don’t know what to do.”

“About what? Us?” when all you offer is silence, he gets the drift. “Is this because of what happened on graduation night?” Once again, your eyes fail to meet his so they stare at the soft skin you’re resting on. “You know I meant nothing of what I said that night.”

“You mean when you told me I’m holding you back from your dreams?” Your voice is hoarse and cold.

“Is that why you didn’t want anything to happen between us? Because I said that so long ago?” he asks. His tone isn’t snippy or rude, it’s curious and a bit hurtful. His breathing hitches below you, letting you know he’s nervous for what comes next.

“No, Josh. I’m afraid if you realize your feelings for me, I really will hold you back from your dreams.” you admit in a low tone.

“I realized years ago.”

“And you succeeded after I let you go.” your voice is raspy and you can feel your bottom lip quiver.

“I succeeded because I was able to leave here. It had nothing to do with you. How many times did I want to quit growing up? You never let me. You pushed me just as hard as Jake did.”

You cover your face with your hands, trying to hide your expressions. He pulls them into his hands and gives you a blank expression. “Josh, I can’t–”

“I don’t care if my career is ruined, that’s not what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid I’m going to love you more than I’ll ever be allowed to.” he says firmly. Your heart burns as your eyes meet his. They’re glossed over and filled with emotion, so much, you can hardly stare at him any longer.

“I love you.” you sputter out. “I want to be with you–”

“See? So let’s be together.” he says, a smile engulfing his face. He cups your cheeks, dragging you in for another kiss.

“Okay.” you melt into his touch. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Really?” he asks. “I won’t ask you to give up anything. We’ll work around your life.”

Your cheeks are a bright red as you drop your head onto Josh’s chest. His arms cover your back, holding you tightly into his body. Skin to skin, you feel more seen than ever before. He’s your home, you realize that now. After being apart from him for so long, you got used to the pain in the corner of your heart. But after tonight, you know the pain will never subside.

“I’m sorry I never answered your calls or texts.”

“Shh. I want to enjoy the moment.” he mocks your words from earlier. All you’re able to do is laugh at him and tuck yourself back into his arms.

You lay awake, listening to his breathing. The sound consoles you, lulling you to sleep. Your mind wanders about your future with him, the years wasted pushed behind you. You’re surprised it took you so long to realize who was the one for you.

It had been him all along afterall.

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