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clockwayswrites · 3 months

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Not So Imaginary

Parts 1-3 Parts 4-6Parts 7-8 WC: 1177

“I brought you some more books to read,” Jason said as he entered the room.

After Danny had shown that they were clearly a person (a kid at that) and answered a few questions, they had been moved to an actual room on the Watchtower. Jason was pretty sure part of it was how he refused to leave the cell until Danny was moved, but he didn’t really care as long as it got his friend safe.

Danny looked up with a grin. They were pretty solid today, sitting cross-leg on the bed with feet and everything.

“You’re back,” the artificial voice spoke out from the tablet like device in Danny’s hands. It was a version of something called a SGD, Bruce had said, and was used by people who had trouble with verbal sounds. They didn’t know if Danny would always need it or if they’re vocal cords would come back as they continued to solidify.

“I am. B said I could stay a whole three hours today too as long as I ate a snack while I was here,” Jason said, holding up one of the bags he had.

Three hours still wasn’t a lot, but it was better than the one it had been the rest of the week. It took a lot of begging, but B finally agreed that Jason was well enough for a test to see how it went. Danny was still draining life force from Jason, and only Jason, which made certain Leaguers nervous about letting the two of them close. Jason had done everything he could to let it happen: he’d begged and argued, he’d eating everything Alfie wanted him to, he rested whenever Bruce wanted him too which was all the time, and he even agreed to stay benched for as long as it took.

That last one had really helped convince Bruce and Dick that Jason wouldn’t back down from helping his friend.

“Good. I am happy. What do you have?”

“You liked the Hardy Boys, right? I have a few more of those and I found you some science mags you might like,” Jason said as he flopped onto the bed next to Danny. He could feel the odd tingle travel up his arm as he leaned into Danny.

“Thank you,” Danny said with a wide smile. The tone of the electronic voice didn’t match the brightness of that smile, but it was alright. Jason could also feel how happy Danny was.

“You’re doing okay?”

“Yes.” There was a long pause as Danny found the right words. They were pretty quick already with preset phrases, but odder things still took longer than regular talking would. “WW took me to observation deck. We watched stars. She told me stories of stars from her home.”

“Yeah?” Jason asked, trying to keep his voice from hitching around the word. He couldn’t bug Danny with that yet. “You like her? Wonder Woman?”

“Yes.” The reply was quick, but Danny was watching Jason with furrowed brows. They pushed a sense of question through their bond.

“I’m fine. Just thinking through some shit,” Jason said with a wave of his hand. “But Wonder Woman is really cool. She’s my favorite too.”

Danny set the tablet aside so that they could run their fingers through Jason’s hair. It felt odd, what with not all of the fingers always being all of the way solid, but a good sort of odd. It seems Jason couldn’t just Danny’s concern aside.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow, okay?”

Danny let out what for anyone else would have been a sigh and gave a little nod. They shorted through the bag of books Jason had brought and found a Hardy Boy’s to hand over to Jason.

“What me to read to you?” Jason waited for the nod. Apparently it was really important to let Danny choose things right then, or so the adults said. “Okay, move over a bit, yeah? You’re hogging all the bed.”

Danny placed their hand to their chest, face screwing up in an affronted expression. It didn’t work though when Jason could feel the amusement through their bond.

“Yeah yeah, I’m a brute, now shove over,” Jason said with a laugh. He worked his way up until he was lounging against the head of the bed.

Danny didn’t move.

“You’re a brat,” Jason accused.

Danny gave a silent laugh, humor bumbling up in their bond, before they flopped over right onto Jason’s chest. Jason let a huff of a sigh, but ran his fingers through Danny’s hair like he knew they liked before he opened the book to start read about another adventure of the Hardy Boys.

It was easier to feel the drain like this, when they were so close to each other and touching. Jason had tried to avoid spelling that out too much to Bruce. He got that his dad was just worried, but he was afraid if B knew he’d tried to keep Danny away.

As it was Bruce was trying to send Danny away.

Jason brushed the thought aside, focusing on doing his best to give the characters good voices for Danny. At least it was a distraction from all the rest of Jason’s thoughts. Two chapters later the stopped to ask, “Want a break or do you want another chapter?”

Danny rolled over and off Jason’s chest to flop onto the pillow next to him and Jason froze. His shock must have been clear because Danny scrambled up off the bed until they were floating above Jason.

“No! It’s a good thing. Just… you’re getting some of your color back,” Jason explained. He should really stop staring. He should take Danny to a mirror to see or something, but it was just that… Danny was beautiful right then. He found himself reaching up to brush his finger tips of the bright freckles that were scattered across Danny’s cheeks and nose like a galaxy of stars.

Bright teal eyes blinked back at him.

Jason cleared his throat. “Right, sorry, let’s go let you look.”

Danny floated to the side, landing on their feet as Jason stood, and followed behind behind to the small attached bathroom. Jason guided Danny in front of the mirror. White was spreading into their hair now.

For a moment Jason was worried that Danny was frozen in shock, then the other leaned in close to the mirror, touching the surface before bringing their hand up to their own face. Suddenly Danny was moving, spinning weightlessly around Jason as they gave a soundless whoop.

“I know,” Jason said with a grin of his own. “Look at you! You’re really coming together now! I knew you could do it. I knew that you could come back.”

Slowly, Danny drifted back down so that the tips of their toes brushed against the floor. They rested their forehead against Jason’s.

He didn’t need words to understand what Danny was trying to say.

“Don’t have to thank me, stardust. I’ll always come for you just like you’ll always come for me.”

--- AN: Oh ho, is Jason starting to realize he has a crush? And what isn't he telling Danny? Hopefully this part is good, the weather is giving me such a migraine/making me super dizzy so my eyes are crossing some! (Yes, I'm resting, on the couch with a cat!)

I really should have made an update post for this... this supposed ficlet just keeps going! 7K now! Aaaah well. Anywho, stay delightful, darlings!

#dp x dc #dead on main #not so imaginary

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sethsclearwater · 6 months

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synopsis: reader discovers she is a banshee and hears voices in her head of people who are on the brink of death which leads her to walk into some disturbing situations. paul and embry, her imprinters, do their best to keep an eye on her but the recent increase in patrol shifts has her sometimes unattended - chaos ensues.

notes: this is an interpretation of banshees! i’d say this is closer to the teen wolf version than actual historical interpretations!

word count: 2.20k

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after embry and paul had found you screaming in an abandoned warehouse with multiple dead bodies, they had discovered you were a banshee and had gotten even more protective of you which led to you being rarely left unattended.

you had done your best to keep them out of it but you imagined you’d looked pretty traumatizing when they’d found you in that god-forsaken warehouse so you couldn’t really blame them for being so overprotective. they’d done a pretty solid job of keeping you out of trouble but, as of recently, sam had all the boys working more than normal thanks to multiple rogue vampires in the region that had been on a killing spree in the small town of forks.

so that led you to tonight where you were currently in your apartment, anxiously pacing around your kitchen while you tried to ignore the soft voices in your head that were quite literally begging you to leave the apartment and follow their instructions. you checked the clock on your stove and realized you’d lasted a whopping 27 minutes before you caved and finally put your shoes on to go deal with the voices so you could hopefully get some sleep.

was it the most logical choice ever? nope. was it particularly smart? also no.

you would’ve dragged one of the boys with you but you knew they were on patrol right now so you didn’t really have any way of reaching them which led to you pulling your jacket on, grabbing a flashlight, and heading out your front door to deal with it yourself.

in the woods. please help. we’re in the woods.

you huffed as you followed the voices’ instructions, quickly heading down the dimly lit, beaten trail into the forest of evergreens. you slid your finger over the switch on the flashlight, illuminating the trail in front of you as you continued following the trail, doing your best to dodge all the branches and overgrown plants on your way.

to the left. you need to walk to the left for 10 minutes and you’ll be close.

“fuck me,” you grumbled as you stepped off the trail and climbed over a rather large fallen tree to trek further into the woods. you knew embry and paul would more than likely be livid with you for going off on your own, unprotected, at night, with multiple rogue vampires wandering around the woods with you.

that didn’t seem to stop the voices though, their faint screams gradually increasing in intensity over the next 10 minutes until you were pretty positive they were real screams and not in your head.

you lifted your flashlight to see a beaten-down house in front of you. it looked like a log cabin that hadn’t seen life in years considering the windows were beaten out, the front door looked like it was barely hanging on its hinges, and the whole place had moss and various other plants growing all over it.

please help us!

you winced at the piercing volume of the voices before letting out a heavy sigh as you realized you were definitely at the house they wanted you to be at. you stepped up to the front door and opened it only to see not one, but all three of the rogue vampires the boys had been chasing for weeks now standing around more dead bodies than you could count.

you sucked in a sharp breath as you watched one of the vampires drop what seemed to be the most recent dead body on the floor. you couldn’t help it and immediately dropped to your knees, letting out a piercing scream that had the vampires covering their ears as they tried to figure out what you were doing.

it didn’t take more than 5 seconds for two of the wolves to knock down the back door, immediately diving in and chasing the three vampires out of the house. you let out another scream, your body still desperately telling you that was the only thing you could do in that moment.

it was like you were carrying the grief of all of their deaths, something so heavy and immense you couldn’t help but scream in absolute agony. you slid your hands up to your ears as you let out a broken sob, dropping your head down onto your knees in an attempt to hide from the pile of bodies as tears began rapidly streaming down your face.

you couldn’t hear anything but you felt the way the floors shook as the rest of the pack and cullens arrived on site to help the first two wolves take down the rogue vampires. within a moment you felt embry’s familiar hands on your arms as he pulled you back into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to his chest.

it felt like everything was moving in slow motion as you looked up to see your other imprinter crouching down in front of you with a more distraught look on his face than you’d seen the first time they saw you like this.

paul was saying something but you couldn’t hear it, your ears ringing from all the screaming. you turned your head to look at embry, your vision lagging as you worked to anxiously scan his face in a desperate attempt to figure out what was happening.

frustrated with how fuzzy everything was, you looked over your other shoulder and your vision suddenly got much clearer as you saw carlisle and esme standing next to the pile of bodies. you slapped your hand over your mouth, letting out a muffled sob before you let out another piercing scream that led to everyone in the room covering their ears in a futile attempt to stop the pain that echoed throughout their bodies from the intensity of your voice.

before you could do anything else, you felt paul’s hands sliding over you as he pulled you out of embry’s lap and into his own, holding your head close to his chest and covering your eyes with one hand as he glued his other hand to your mouth in an attempt to stop you from freaking yourself out even more by screaming again.

despite the roughness of it, it worked better than he expected and you stopped your screaming, instead just sobbing into his chest. the ringing in your ears was still painfully loud and you were trying your damnedest to catch your breath after screaming for so long.

you felt the vibrations on the floor as more people stepped into the cabin and paul slowly softened his grip on your mouth once he trusted you enough to not start screaming again. embry’s touch came then, gently running his hand up and down your arm as you let out another broken sob, wrapping your arms around paul’s waist to hold him close to you.

“you’re okay, you’re okay,” paul’s voice was faint but you could hear it none-the-less as he worked at calming you down, both boys’ touch helping your nervous system realize you weren’t in any kind of danger anymore. you sucked in a few more deep breaths before slowly lifting your head from paul’s chest to look over at embry who was watching you with the same, pained look paul had on his face earlier.

he paused before he spoke, seeming to have a hard time figuring out what to say to you, “you’re okay,” he whispered after a moment and you slowly nodded, letting out a shaky exhale as you untangled your arms from around paul’s waist to anxiously brush away the tears that couldn’t seem to stop falling down your cheeks.

before you could say anything in response, carlisle came over, crouching down next to the three of you so he could look at you, “are you able to hear me okay?” he asked softly and you slowly nodded, moving to respond but nothing came out.

you slid your hands up to your throat, anxiously looking over at paul who looked just as freaked out as embry, “you’re probably not going to be able to talk for a day or so. you need to let your vocal cords rest,” carlisle was quick to explain and you frowned, bottom lip warbling as more tears started to stream down your cheeks. you must’ve been screaming for longer than you thought you were.

“alice just started the fire, they should be ashes by the time police get here,” edward’s voice came next and you tore your gaze from carlisle to look over your shoulder to see edward talking to sam, jared, and emmett.

“you should take her home, we can handle the rest. have her take the valium i prescribed her when you get back, that should help calm her down. if you need anything you can always bring her over to our house,” carlisle explained to paul and embry who were quick to nod before carlisle got up and headed over to edward to presumably figure out what to do about the pile of dead bodies you’d just stumbled upon.

before you could look over there again, paul was standing up with you in his arms, “close your eyes for me,” paul ordered, voice softer than normal with you as he waited for you to do as he told before him and embry were bringing you back to your apartment.

you kept your eyes closed for the short walk back to your apartment, the boys’ natural agility making the walk shorter than when you had taken it on the way there. once you got back to your apartment, paul carried you into the bathroom and slowly set you down on the counter.

you let out a heavy sigh as you opened your eyes to see him looking over to the bathroom door as he ran his hands over your thighs, gently massaging them as your other imprinter stepped through the door with your hydroflask and a pill bottle in his hands.

“take this for me,” embry’s voice was soft as he handed you one of the valium pills, letting you put the pill in your mouth before he handed you your hydroflask so you could take a sip of water and swallow, “there you go,” he murmured, gently running his hand up and down your arm soothingly as you let out another heavy exhale.

he offered you soft smile as paul stepped away from you to turn on the bath, “you scared the hell out of us,” embry said softly after a moment, sliding his hand up your arm to cup at your jaw, allowing you to lean into his touch.

you went to apologize before you realized you still couldn’t talk, just settling for mouthing ‘sorry’ to him which he clearly understood and nodded before he leaned forward to press his lips to your forehead.

“can i take this off?” he asked softly, sliding his hands down to gently tug at the thin fabric of your shirt. you nodded, lifting your arms so he could help you out of your shirt and then the rest of your clothes, “c’mere,” he murmured as he dropped your panties onto the floor, lifting your naked figure up so he could set you down in the bath with paul who had just gotten in.

paul’s hands slid over you as embry lowered you into the water, the warmth of it immediately helping relieve some of the tension you currently felt all over your body. you quickly turned so you could wrap your legs around paul’s waist and wrap your arms around his neck as you rested your head on his shoulder, allowing your eyes to fall closed when he wrapped his arms around you.

“there you go,” paul murmured, gently running his hand up and down your back soothingly as embry came back over and sat down in one of the chairs he must’ve pulled in from your room while you weren’t paying attention.

you turned your head so you could look at embry, reaching your hand out to interlace your fingers with his which he gladly obliged, allowing you to squeeze his hand as he offered you a soft smile, “if you wanna fall asleep that’s okay too, we can bring you into bed in a little bit,” he offered and paul gently squeezed your hip, silently letting you know he agreed with embry.

nodding, you exhaled, letting the weight of everything that had transpired over the past hour or two slowly fall over you. “we’ll be here,” embry reassured, gently squeezing your hand again before you allowed your eyes to fall shut so you could finally get some much-needed rest.

#poly!embryxreaderxpaul #poly!paulxreaderxembry #embry call #paul lahote #embry call x reader #embry call imagine #embry call blurb #embry call angst #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote blurb #paul lahote angst #twilight #the twilight saga #imagine #blurb #angst

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nico-the-newt · 3 months

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Enemies to Lovers Part 2 - Ellie Williams x reader

Enemies to lovers part 2 baby!!!!

It had been almost a week since you and Jesse were ambushed by those runners. Almost a week since the pair of you had almost died. Almost a week since Ellie had hugged you.

She had been avoiding you ever since the hug - which was pretty noticeable given Jackson wasn’t that big of a town and the pair of you hadn’t gone a day without arguing in the two years you had lived there.

Normally, this would have been something you would have teased her about. In fact, you were slightly disappointed that you couldn’t. But something in you stopped you from doing so. Maybe it was the way she had cupped your face gently to look for cuts and scratches. Or the way she had hugged you so desperately upon realising you were okay. You hadn’t felt so cared about - and maybe even loved - in a long time. The one thing you just couldn’t figure out was why it had come from your sworn enemy. The girl who had gone out of the way to annoy and mock you since day 1.

Jesse and Dina hadn’t been much help either. They were both acting so smug and triumphant and victorious, that you couldn’t even try bringing Ellie up without getting smirked at and teased.

So, you eventually figured that if you wanted to quench your curiosity over the whole situation, there was only one person you could actually talk to who was capable of giving you a solid answer.

Ellie.

And so, that was how you found yourself awkwardly faltering outside Ellie’s garage on a Tuesday evening. You had wondered if you should bring her something - like biscuits or some shit - but then decided that was stupid. There was a good chance that you would be getting yelled at, and the last thing you wanted to do was stand there holding a tin of biscuits while it happened.

After a solid five minutes of chickening out, you finally knocked on her door. You waited for a few moments, listening as a great amount of clattering and movement came from behind the door, before it was swung open and you came face to face with the girl you hadn’t stopped thinking about all week.

Ellie definitely seemed surprised to see you - which had made you even more anxious but it was too late to turn away now.

“Uh, hi?” She had said, trying to sound pointy but her words still coming out awkward and hesitant.

“Hi.”

The pair of you looked up and down at each other for a moment, neither of you knowing quite what to say, but both of you knowing why you were here.

“I was just wondering if we could talk,” you finally blurted out. “…About last week.”

“Oh.”

She nodded for a second, her eyes darting around to avoid your gaze, before moving aside a little as if inviting you in. Returning her nod, you silently slipped past her and entered her garage.

You had never actually been in there before - which was pretty valid as Ellie had never liked you enough to invite you in. You had seen it from her front door many times, but stepping foot in it was a whole other story. It had a warm, comfortable feel. Posters decorated every wall, though mostly the one above her desk. There was an old couch pushed up against the garage door, behind it, fairy lights strung up, as well as a large white sheet which was half hung up and a projector coming down from the ceiling.

All in all, you loved it but you wouldn’t tell her that.

“What did you want to talk about?” Ellie asked, pulling you back to reality. You frowned slightly, wondering if she was playing dumb or genuinely didn’t know why you were there. You went with the latter.

“I don’t know - I was just wondering about when you- y’know- hugged me and stuff,” you stammered out, internally cringing at yourself. Ellie stared at you a little blankly, clearly questioning how exactly to respond.

“What’s there to wonder about?” She frowned, a little coldly. Okay, so she was playing dumb. That was just what you needed. You let out a small sigh and massaged your temples - this would be like pulling teeth.

“You hugged me, Ellie, we don’t do that,” you said, feeling irritated that she was dodging the question.

“Okay, you are reading into this,” she scoffed. “It was just a hug. People hug each other - get over it.”

“People who like each other hug,” you interjected pointedly, raising a skeptical brow.

“Exactly!” Ellie exclaimed, throwing her arms up into the air.

“Okay, but in case you didn’t notice…” you continued, only trailing off when what she had said had actually processed through your brain. “…what?”

Ellie, who was now staring blankly at you with her mouth forming a small o, turned pink and started scowling at you once more.

“What you want me to say it again?” She huffed, taking a few steps towards you so there was only a small gap between the pair of you. “I like you!”

You gave her a bewildered look, unable to quite comprehend what exactly she was trying to tell you. Ellie, the girl you had been sworn enemies with from day one, liked you? Was she being serious? Was she actually telling the truth? Or was it all just some elaborate lie to make you look like an idiot? You found yourself secretly hoping it was the former. Something about Ellie not actually hating you stirred up a strange warm feeling in your chest, but you would need to make sure she was really telling the truth before even allowing yourself to feel that way about her.

“Bullshit,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “You’ve hated me ever since we met. I mean, what sort of moron tells a lie as sick as-“

You found yourself being cut off by a soft, warmth spreading across your lips and opened your eyes to find Ellie’s face shoved into yours. She had caught you off guard, that was for sure, though to be fair, anyone in your position would be slightly startled. But, that wasn’t to say it was a bad sensation. Something about her lips seemed to stir you and you actually felt yourself begin to melt into the kiss. Every touch you shared lit your body ablaze - your lips moving against hers, her fingers tenderly spidered across your cheeks, your hands slowly sliding up into her soft, auburn hair.

After what felt like hours, you both pulled away from each other, out of breath and red in the face. Once she had had a minute to breathe, Ellie then sent you the biggest, shit-eating grin you had ever seen. It somehow annoyed you to no-end, while also making you feel a little weak in the knees.

“So, I’m guessing you don’t hate me?”

“Shut the fuck up and let me kiss you."

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader #tlou #tlou2

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intheshadowsbehindyou · 7 months

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The Mercs take Y/N to a nearby carnival in the badlands

WARNING: Chaos ensues. Why the fuck would you take them anywhere?

Scout:

- He’s fine with this. He used to love going to carnivals. It was all him and his family could afford on weekends.

- You’re somewhat bothered by the heat but he’s resilient as fuck. “You want me to grab you some water, babe?” He doesn’t even wait for an answer. Returns in fucking milliseconds with water. You don’t know how he’s so damn fast.

- Sits on the fariswheel with you, he had planned this to be super romantic but he feels awkward. He tries to lighten the mood by standing up in the car and whacking his ball into the poor crowd of people. “Watch this. This is for you, babe.” The sandman ball hits a guy in the face and probably kills him. You’re pretty convinced he’s not alive anymore. “Home run!” He calls out. “Woooo!”

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Solider:

- EXCITED. EXCITED. EXCITED. If he were a dog he’d be wagging his tail. For all the wrong reasons. You know full well you’re in for a ride. It’s not a thrill ride.

- He takes the shooting games way too seriously. Gets mad when he doesn’t get the plush toy prize and pulls out his actual stock rocket launcher to rely on pure splash damage. (Where the fuck did he even hide that?) They’re forced to hand him his prize in fear for their lives.

- If you lose a game, he beats the shit out of the person running the stall. He insists it’s their fault and the game was rigged. Your shot is flawless.

- You leave him alone for TWO SECONDS and he’s already harassing a random bird on the fence he believes to be a Russian drone. Children are staring at him. You can’t take this man anywhere.

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Demoman:

- He’s not used to this. He went to the Highland games as a kid. Never really had a carnival around his village. He experiences a bit of awe and intrigue as you walk the streets with him. He’s still in his vest and the people of Tuefort are heckling him. They know he’s one of those annoying mercenaries. He thinks this is fucking hilarious.

- He hates the food though. Eugh. He discovers pretty quickly he has a dislike for fried chicken. Insults America’s tastes to hell and back. Almost fucking vomits when he tastes the mac and cheese. What the fucking hell is wrong with you people?

- “Err.. Dontae think those rides are a bit dangerous?” He asks, jutting his thumb behind him. He doesn’t notice the kiddy rollercoaster breaking into pieces behind him followed by screaming families. He’s probably too used to that sound to process it coherently.

- Suspiciously eyes the men setting up the fireworks for tonight. He glares at them while sipping the cheap alcohol he begrudgingly bought at one of the food stalls. Nitpicks them for setting them up wrong. He sets them up himself but the fireworks nearly kill everyone. Turns out he made them more efficient. By that I mean deathly. “No, sweetheart. they’re FIREWORKS. FIREWORKS.” you tell his drunken stupid ass.

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Engineer:

- Oh fuck he’s excited. He had good memories going to carnivals as a kid. Eats like a fucking beast and doesn’t hold back. You watch this man consume more than his own body weight.

- Goes straight to the mechanical bull. Asks you to hold his cowboy hat he wore on the way here. “Sit back and let a big man like me show you how it’s done, darlin.” He doesn’t even fall off once. It looks like he’s barely even moving. He stands up on the fucking bull and flips off the last guy who ate shit on it. Embarrassing him in front of his kids.

- As you’d suspect he’s sort of insulting the lack of regular maintenance on the rides. Whilst in line for the Zipper he shakes his head like a disappointed father and scraps the rusted paint off the ride with his glove. Crushing it to dust between his fingers. Shakes his head some more and sighs.

- Congratulations. The state of these rides have broken this poor man. He can’t take it anymore. Take him to the petting zoo with the farm animals right now before he suffers a brain hemorrhage.

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Heavy:

- “What did little baby say about carnival?”

- He’s heard of carnivals in plenty of books but his life of isolation has prevented him from ever experiencing such a thing. The concept is almost alien.

- Well, he goes with you and he hates it. He looks like an incredibly discontent kitten the entire time. As you ride with him in all the kiddy rides, he looks even more pissed as he just so happens to break one of the rides upon sitting in it. The consequences of being a giant mass of muscle are truly unfortunate on this day.

- His face brightens up a little bit as you buy him a footlong sandwich. He’s never seen a sandwich this big before. He eats the entire thing within’ minutes.

- Finally you find a place in the carnival he somewhat enjoys but pretends not to. He hits the high striker so hard the bell fucking breaks and goes flying. He complains that this game is too easy — until he’s handed a cute little toy bunny of course. “I have been gifted rabbit?”

- Everybody is now batshit afraid of him.

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Pyro:

- YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Bouncing in the car the entire way there. Miss Pauling had to drive you two there because Pyro doesn’t own a vehicle. She sighs in exasperation and asks pyro to“please quiet down, sweetie. Pauling is thinking.”

- You have a massive dog jumping off the walls of the car right now. They can’t sit still. Pauling is miserable. In other words, water is wet.

- Once she drops you off she makes you both swear to not catch anything on fire. It’s bad for business and doesn’t give them a good look. Pyro has no intentions of listening to her and heads straight for the fire eating performance. In their point of view; these people are somehow consuming rainbows.

- They do all sorts of things with you. Allowing you to lead the way to any attraction you felt drawn to. Whether it be trying to get dolls or getting on a ride. They seemingly want to do as much as possible before the sun goes down.

- after you tell them it’s late, they groan in despair but nod obediently. Prioritizing your guys’ shitty adulthood of work was sadly something that had to be done. They held your hand on the way back. Carrying a shit load of plush dolls in the other massive glove.

- “Did you two have fun?” Miss Pauling asks, you swear she puts on a motherly voice just for pyro. He excitedly claps his hands and agrees with her. She blinks though and sees the chaos behind you. You trace her gaze with confusion, wondering what she was gawking at. For some reason the entire carnival was on fire and you didn’t even notice on your way out that it spread to pretty much every corner.

- You both look back at Pyro. They’re holding a match. Of fucking course. Miss Pauling rubs her face. “I’ll call the firemen..” She sighs in defeat.

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Sniper:

- “Carnivals are stupid.” He says, a lit cigarette between his teeth. “Jus’ mediocre entertainment. Not even good. Believe it or not I have standards for my own personal pleasure as well. I’m not going to some stupid thick headed colonel sanders’ freakshow to eat hot grease n’ Emu legs.” You have to correct him that it’s technically turkey legs. “Whatevea mate.”

- You somehow manage to convince him anyway. But he was doing this only for you. He growls as you drag him by the hand onto the carnival grounds. Wishing he was back in bed. He glares at everybody who even dares breathe in his direction.

- He likes the farm animals well enough but quickly diverts his attention away in slight intrigue upon seeing the shooting gallery. You are thrilled and BEG him to win a prize for you. “There’s no way in hell i’m doing that, love.” You want to see this guy in action and the look of shock upon everybody’s faces as Sniper beats multiple children.

- Well.. Okay. But only because you keep inflating his ego with your compliments. He goes up, gives the person in charge his money, and brings the scope to his eye. Multiple kids are in the gallery next to him and missing every single shot on the fake cardboard animals. He mutters an insult to their ineptitude. He doesn’t even have to look to know they didn’t land a shot.

- Sniper takes down literally all the targets within’ seconds. Including the ones that the poor children were shooting at. Every. single. cardboard animal.

- The person running the stall begrudgingly gives him the biggest teddy bear they have. The Teddy bear that multiple families present were wanting to get in the first place. Kids are complaining and parents are complaining. Life’s suddenly great. Sniper looks amused at the amount of attention and cracks a smile at you. He wonders how you knew this would make him happy.

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Medic:

- “Ack! what complete nonsense! I am far too busy of a man for such boyish games!” He acts dramatic about it. Crossing his arms and turning up his nose.

- “Yeah but— what if somebody dies on the broken ass rides? That’s like free organs right there.” You say.

- “Hoo. Well, you do have a point. Alright! I’m convinced. But only this once.”

- Medic is actually rather terrible at the gun related games. He can’t aim precisely. At one point you found a crossbow related game and he held his hand over his mouth in embarrassment. Realizing he had managed to hit everywhere but the desired target. You joke that hey— at least a life isn’t on the line this time. He passive aggressively slaps you over the head lightly with his glove and moves to the next game.

- You go to the bathroom and come back to see him dragging a bloodied dead body into his car. “Ah, I’d explain but it’s a rather long story!” he says enthusiastically. Accidentally holding up his equally bloodied ubersaw, and then immediately hiding it behind his back.

- He won’t go on the rides. He’s bold and brash but he isn’t an idiot. He knows full well those things aren’t structurally sound. He stands up tall in his usual thinking pose. A finger to his chin as he takes in the sight of the rides. “What are you thinking?” You ask him. He grins at you. That disgusting, devilish, i’m-making-an-evil-plan grin. You are now scared.

- He steals an entire fucking carnival ride for less than moral medical purposes. The ENTIRE FUCKING THING is in the back of his car and the car is chugging along. Wheezing and trying to get this thing back to the base. He’s going to break it apart and sow the parts onto a Frankenstein-like creature.

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Spy:

- Mother of god, can’t you guys go on a more relaxing date? One with less screaming, noisy music, and people? What about a nice five star restaurant? Or the park?

- He refuses to eat any of the food. At all. He’d rather starve in a ditch than eat such filth. Not even bothering with the alcohol. He avoids people like the plague and you’ll turn to ask him a question and WHOOOOSH! he won’t even be there until you reach your hand out and blink his invis watch by poking him. “Stop cloaking, pussy.”

- He literally begs you to choose another place. PLEASE. End his suffering. You swear you’ll find something here he enjoys though.

- You were standing in line for a ride and once you got to the front he had stepped out of line and said “Oh! after you.” In typical gentlemen fashion. Letting you go on the entire ride by yourself. You glare at him from the ride and he’s smirking mischievously. Waving his fingers to greet you.

- For the rest of the night he takes it upon himself to mess with you. You offer him some cotton candy and he hands it to a little boy in a stroller instead while nobody was looking. You saw that in the corner of your eye. “Im not fucking blind, Spy.” You say. He puts his hands behind his back innocently. “Oh, what? I consumed the wretched morsel like you asked!” “No, you didn’t Spy.”

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whiskygoldwings · 2 months

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Anecdotes of a Guard Life

“What the fuck am I looking at trooper?”

“Well sir, it would appear to be a severed hand.”

“And why am I looking at a severed hand?”

“We're trying to figure out if it's real or not.”

Fox leaned forwards, pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger, and did his best not to groan.

“Please, for the love of everything holy, elaborate.”

“Well,” Comm said, frowning at the image himself. “Someone reported it to us, and sent in the picture, and now there's bets.”

“Trooper, please tell me there's someone going to actually look at the potentially real severed hand?”

“You think it looks pretty legit too then? Hound thinks it's fake.”

“I'm inclined to side with Hound considering how many body parts Grizzler brings him.”

Comm sighs and puts the padd with the grizzly image on it down. “Yeah, wish I hadn't bet my last pudding cup on it being real before Hound saw it.”

Fox finally raises his head, only to glare at the trooper perched on the edge of his desk. “Is someone going out to look at it?”

Comm nods morosely, clearly still bemoaning the upcoming loss of his pudding cup. “Yeah, Commander Thorn's about five minutes away so I thought I'd let you in before we know for sure.”

With a deep sigh, Fox leans forwards and grabs the padd from next to Comm. He glowers at the image for half a second, then hands it back. “Two of the green ration bars it's fake.”

“I knew you were hoarding the good ones!”

“Got to have change for when one of you idiots takes a stupid bet,” Fox intones solemnly, watching as Comm makes a quick note on another tab on the padd before moving off to wait by the stand-alone radio in the middle of the office. Several of the CT troopers are taking the opportunity in the back office to have their helmets off for a few minutes, so Fox can see a few other faces waiting hopefully by the handset for an update. He shakes his head and goes back to slogging his way through yet another mound of datapads (they mean absolutely sod all to him, but the chancellor wants them read and summarised by the end of the day) while he waits.

Hound slips into the office a minute or two later, taking off his own helmet as he approaches and leans his hip against the edge of Fox's desk, grinning a too-sharp grin at Fox in greeting. “You bet fake right?”

“Yup,” Fox mumbles, trying not to lose his place in his current paragraph of misery.

“Solid bet,” Hound says, and bumps fists with Fox smugly before focusing on where Comm is glaring over at them.

It's only a minute or two more before Thorn's voice comes through the stand-alone. “Thorn to HQ.”

“HQ receiving,” Comm replies into the handset, several faces around him leaning in closer with eager expressions. “Have you confirmed validity of the report?”

There's a moment of silence, then. “It's a fucking jokeshop hand Comm, dipshit.”

Comm curses long and loud and Hound launches off the desk with a growl of laughter, grabbing the younger clone under his arm and rubbing his head with his knuckles as the kid protests and tries to wrangle him off. Fox leans back in his chair and raises an eyebrow at the mixture of grumbling and triumphant grins spreading in the office, before smiling tiredly.

That sodding pudding cup is his.

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thirstydiglett · 7 months

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Oh Lenny, amazing wonderful Lenny 😭😭😭 pls just a crumb of something maybe possessive Law, just a lil nibble nibble 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I hope you're having a wonderful night so far homie g !!! 💖💖💖✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Omg yesyesyesyesyesyes

Started writing this bullet style because I am lazy but then it got really long but also I was still lazy so it’s just gonna have to stay like this

Also my night is lovely! I got to dress up like a witch and eat cheese curds today so it pretty much couldn’t get any better. Hope your night is good too my loveeeeeeee 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Mine

WARNINGS: public sex, possessiveness, choking, spanking, some dubcon

———————NC17 Minors DNI————————

The Polar Tang had finally landed at an island after weeks of sailing, and you and the crew were eager to finally get your feet on solid ground

When Shachi suggested you all go out drinking together, you were the first person to say yes

To your surprise, your captain agreed to come out with you all as well—usually he didn’t like crowds, but strangely he’d said yes as soon as you did

Eager to get out of your jumpsuit, you changed into a dark red velvety crop top and tight leather pants, with heeled ankle boots to finish the look

Styling your hair properly and doing your makeup for the first time in weeks, you were surprised at how hot the person in the mirror staring back at you was

It had been so long since you’d gotten laid, you were really hoping to get lucky tonight

As your crew walked to the tavern, you couldn’t help but notice your captain’s eyes on you. His gaze cool and penetrating, indiscernable

But every time you turned around, he seemed to be looking anywhere else

Annoying, you thought, pretending like the feeling of his stare hadn’t sent inexplicable chills up your spine

Shaking your head, you followed your crewmates into the lively and crowded tavern

Two drinks later, you were laughing your ass off with Bepo about some pirate you’d encountered recently, having the time of your life

Reaching into your pocket, your face fell as you realized you hadn’t brought enough cash

“Bepo, any chance you can spot me?”

Bepo shook his head. “You still owe me for last time you forgot your wallet.”

You sighed, “Fine. Guess I’ll just have to get one of these townies to buy a pretty girl a drink…”

Bepo’s face suddenly turned pink. “Maybe you…what if… our captain wouldn’t… It might not be safe!!!” He finally managed to get out

You laughed, ”I can take care of myself dude. Unless you wanna buy me one instead?”

Bepo crossed his arms stubbornly. “Not a chance, y/n.”

Rolling your eyes, you scanned the room for a target

Finally you settled on a muscular blond man covered in tattoos

He was with his friends (so no girl in sight), clearly a few drinks deep, and pretty easy on the eyes—maybe he’d even break your dry spell if you played your cards right

Walking over to him slowly, you gently rested a hand on his shoulder

“Whoa, I love your shoulder tat! What’s it mean?”

The man turned, scanning you with his eyes, smiling at what he saw

“Well hey there, cutie. It’s the Jolly Roger for my brother’s crew, actually”

You feigned interest. “Wow, your brother’s a real pirate? What’s it like?”

The man smirked

“Why don’t i buy you a drink and I’ll tell you all about it?”

Yessssssss

You nodded enthusiastically and were just about to sit down when you heard a voice from nearby

“Room.”

Suddenly, the entire tavern was enveloped in blue light, the bar patrons looking around in confusion

“Shambles.”

You felt yourself ripped from your chair in an instant and teleported by what could only be Law’s fruit

Finally landing, you found yourself outside the tavern, standing against its wall in the quiet alley beside it

“Law, what the hell? Where are you?”

Suddenly two hands grabbed yours and pinned them above your head, and two piercing yellow eyes were just inches from yours

“Y/n, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You’re the one that just used your devil fruit to yank me out of the bar, asshole.”

“Yeah, because you were hitting on that absolute waste of space of a townie.”

“I was just trying to get a free drink, Jesus!”

Law’s entire body suddenly pressed against yours, one hand moving to squeeze your face almost roughly

You felt your legs shaking as a strange, sudden flood of desire for the man coursed through your body

Leaning in, his lips inches from yours, his face flushed, he spoke

“What in hell makes you think he’s good enough for you?”

You blink. “W-what?”

“You could have a fucking Warlord, y/n, and instead you’re flirting with randos at a bar in the middle of nowhere?”

Law’s face betrayed a strange amount of pain in it, more feeling than you were used to seeing in your captain

You blinked again, slower this time. “Are you… are you jealous of him?”

Law stared at you for a moment, like he was trying to decide what to do

Then, suddenly, he grabbed you hard and yanked you close to him, his lips crashing into yours

The heat pooling between your legs—things you’d never realized you felt for your captain—ensured that you kissed him back, your tongue dancing with his, his hands desperately groping at your body

You almost immediately began to unbutton his jeans, feeling his cock pulse against your fingers

“God… please, y/n…”

You freed his member from the confines of his pants quickly, taking it into your hand before suddenly he stopped you, looking into your eyes

“Before we do this… you should know that I don’t share, y/n.”

You smile teasingly. “So what, does that make me like your girlfriend?”

“If you want to be.”

Oh.

You’d never really considered it before, but you can’t deny how close you’d always felt to Law. He had a strange way of making you feel safe even in the scariest circumstances

His kindness beneath his creepy exterior, his fierce intelligence, his loyalty to his crew

And the throbbing of his (surprisingly big) cock in your hand was only making it easier for you to make a decision

Wordlessly, you nodded, never breaking eye contact

Law smirked

Pinning you hard back against the wall, he had your shirt off in a heartbeat as you stroked him, rubbing drops of precum (holy shit, he was practically drooling for you) back onto his cock as you did so

He moaned, a sound you’d never heard him make before

It was strangely vulnerable and left you just that much more eager to play with him

Eagerly, Law squeezed at your breasts, flicking and pinching hard at your nipples, leaving you moaning in turn

His hand made its way to your throat and squeezed suddenly

It wasn’t enough to cut off your air, but it left you dizzy all the same—you were surprised to say that you kind of loved it

Yanking your hips from against the wall and digging his pelvis hard into yours, he slapped your ass hard

First once, then repeatedly

You couldn’t help the squeals escaping your mouth as he struck you, feeling your juices staring to overflow, running down your leg

“Don’t you ever—“ slap. “Talk to losers—“ slap. “At random shitty bars—“ slap. “EVER again—“ slap. “Understand me?”

All you could do was moan his name as he finished spanking you, stroking your ass softly to take the pain away

Law gently released your throat, letting you breathe normally again

You felt your legs giving way as you breathed deeply, but Law caught you, wrapping them around his waist

“Ready for me to fuck my pussy?” He murmured as he slid your pants down enough to position himself between your legs

“God yes, Law… please, it belongs to you and only you…” you gasped

The words were barely off your tongue when the head of Law’s cock pushed inside you

Stars sparked in your eyes as he slowly filled you, two fingers sliding down to trace circles on your clit

He held his position for a moment, letting you adjust to being stretched by his girthy cock before he started moving, slow at first

“I’m going harder,” he warned you, kissing you gently before he began thrusting deep into you

Over and over, he hit that spot inside you that had you screaming his name, flooding his big cock with your juices

You felt yourself rocketed to the edge of cumming within minutes, your body twitching and humming with the feeling of him touching you, kissing you, filling you

You’d never known you could want someone like this, least of all your own captain

Your back was arching before you know it, and your orgasm overtook you, spilling you into Law’s strong arms as you screamed into his shoulder, not giving a fuck who heard

It wasn’t long before Law followed, grabbing your already sore ass and growling your name as he pumped ropes of hot cum deep inside of you, marking you as truly his own

The two of you collapsed against the wall of the tavern, catching your breath as Law pulled you close to him

“Not the most romantic place for our first time, but it was still pretty fun,” Law laughed as he pressed a kiss to your hair

“My y/n.”

“Should we get back to the others?” You asked

Law considered it for a moment

Then he smiled

“I’m going to go tell Bepo we’re tired and going back to the ship early. After all, there’s so much more of my girl I haven’t gotten to enjoy yet.”

End

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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i saw that your requests were open and was wondering if you could do captain america x reader where reader is very very shy and doesn't talk much (tony's personal assistant maybe) and steve has big thing for her and like he finally goes up to confess, he gets so nervous he just ends up kissing her?

Thank you for the request!! I hope you’ll enjoy it, let me know!

Improvising

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After falling for the cute and shy assistant Steve tries to ask her out..but it doesn't go according to plan.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x Assistant!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: just fluff I guess?🥰

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Smiling you entered with Tony the conference room. You were supposed to help Tony, take care of press, documents and meetings,-just stuff every assistant would do...but deep down you knew, you're more like a babysitter for this manchild. You could see it in Peppers eyes when she hired you.

"Okay, Mr Stark-" "Tony, Mr Stark was my father" You sighed quietly. "-So, Tony, after the Meeting, Director Furry needed to-" "Nope." The billionaire interrupted you once again. You have to admit, this job was harder than you thought it would be. It's not really being a assistant, that's hard-it's being Starks assistant. He really didn't want to do anything that he was actually supposed to do. Most of the things were done by you-even taking to Fury, twice in the last two weeks.

It was actually pretty stressful.

While Tony sat down, you just stood behind his chair. It was the first time you were in the conference room, so you also didn't really know what to do. Tony noticed it and gave you a reassuring smile. "Just sit down and relax. During these meetings Jarvis records everything important. You don't have to worry", he said shrugging.

You nodded and turned around to leave the room-walking straight into a solid chest. A very, very muscular and large chest. Without looking you knew who you stumbled into. His hands gripped your waist, to steady you, pulling you slightly closer to him. "Captain", you mumbled, taking a step back.

Steve he feels blood rush to his cheek as he blushes and has to turn his face away, letting go of your waist. He could smell your sweet perfume, which made him always forget everything around him.Since you've started working for Tony, he couldn't stop thinking about you. Your cute laugh, every time Tony said something funny-even though most of his jokes were just stupid, you laughed. It wasn't hard to get you to laugh-and he liked that. He liked seeing you smile.

Even though it made him jealous to see you with Stark-but you were his assistant and obviously a friend. He felt stupid about his feelings-especially since the two of you hadn't really interacted a lot. You always avoided him-at least it felt like that.

"Are you okay?", Steve asked you, letting his gaze slide over you. Not only looking for any injuries-which was very unlikely-but also because he loved the clothes you were wearing to work. You dressed formal, suit pants, dress shirts, sometimes skirts or even high heels-like today. A pretty black suit with red heigh heels-and if this didn't make him crazy, then the red lipstick would do it. You were so-

"...I'm-fine", your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, while you walked away quickly. Steve sighed, watching you walk away.

Of course Tony noticed his starring. "So, Capsicle. She's a catch, don't you thi-" "Just-don't, okay?", Steve mumbled, slumping into one of the chairs around the table.

It took you by surprise, when Tony said you should join the avengers to movie night. At first you thought he was joking-but after asking what movies you liked and when you were free, you really started believing him.

As it turns out, he really meant it.

Normally you'd spend your Friday evening with some friends from back from college or alone watching your comfort series and movies-but this time you were sitting with the avengers in their common room, or more like a living room.

It was nice, even though you were incredibly nervous. Normally you wouldn't spend this much time with anyone from the team-and yet here you were, sitting next to Natasha Romanoff. She was intimidating at first, but within a few minutes she warmed up to you. It was weird to sit next to a deadly Russian assassin-who was clothed in a big, soft purple hoodie. It looked like one of Clints. You knew they were close friends, so it would make sense.

"I'm sorry for being late-I was in the shower and kinda-" "Capsicle, we don't wanna know what you do with your frozen-stick while showering so just-" "that's not what I meant-I just-I forgot the time-I didn't-" Steve flushed after Tony's teasing, crossing his arms defensively. Only then did he realise you were also in the room-your quite giggle made him look at you. A big smile came across his lips, without him noticing it. "Hi-I didn't know-I didn't know you'd be here. Hi", he mumbled.

Tony slapped his forehead at that and let his hand slowly slid down his face. God that was...awful. At first it was amusing to watched the two of you be...well, very oblivious. After three months it started to be annoying-How couldn't you not see your attraction for each other? Even Bruce noticed you had a crush on Steve-and Bruce normally didn't pay attention to stuff like that.

The first time Tony noticed you liked Steve, was on your second day at work. You were with him in his office filling two cups with coffee, since Tony wanted a short lunch break-with you, because he knew you were as much of a workaholic as him. As soon as Steve entered the room, complaining about a change in his suit, he didn't know about before, you completely forgot you were filling your cup. So you overfilled it, spilling coffee everywhere.

Trying to help you Steve stumbled over his own feet-and Tony had never seen this happen. Steve was a damn enhanced Super Soldier-a man with a plan-the hero who fought against aliens to save the world...It was pretty hilarious.

At first.

Since the two of you were clueless he decided to help you.

That's why he invited you to this movie night, telling everyone his intention, of letting the two sit next to each other.

"Hi Cap-Tony invited me-I hope that's no problem?", you mumbled slightly unsure. Steve shook his head, feeling himself blushing a deeper red. “No, no, that’s not-I’m just surprised, you’ve never-“ “Steven, sit down, we want to watch a movie”, Natasha interrupted him. For him being a national hero, he got interrupted quite often by his teammates and friends. “Yes, Nat”, he mumbled coming closer to the couch.

Only then did he realise Tony sat in the armchair, Steve usually sat in. The last free seat was next to you on the couch. Without saying anything he sat down next to.

You could feel how tense his muscles were, when you thigh touched his. Was he that uncomfortable being close to you? Maybe you should change seats with Natasha.

“You can call me Steve, you know. Cap is just…I prefer Steve”, Steve’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. A smile spread over your lips. “Okay, Steve.”

During the movie nobody really talked-besides the few short comments about the movie itself. At this point you were sitting much closer to Steve, since Nat had changed her position and you had to move closer to the Super Soldier. At first he had tensed, but then quickly relaxed and even smiled at you for a moment-which you hadn’t noticed.

After the first movie ended, Tony decided to start another one. “I can’t-I have to go home”, you said but he dismissed it. “Bullshit. Stay, Happy can drive you home later”, he said. You knew you couldn’t argue with him. Not really. He was stubborn and a pain in the-

Surprised you looked down at your lap, when a blanked was spread over your legs. You looked up at Steve, who had put the blanket on you two. What you didn’t know was, that it was actually Natashas idea, who had send him a message when you were busy arguing with Tony.

“Thank you”, you mumbled, feeling blood rushing to your face, making you blush. Steve couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

It was already pretty late when the second film started, so it wasn’t really surprising how tired you were and that you slowly started to drift off to sleep. Your head fell against Steve’s arm, making him gasp. All the avengers around you instantly looked at Steve, noticing you sleeping. Tony wiggled his eyebrows, while Natasha smirked. “Put your arm around her”, she mumbled quietly. Steve shook his head. “No she’ll wake up or feel unco-“ “just do it. She’ll like it, trust me.”

Steve bit down on his bottom lip, slowly taking his arm from under your head and putting it around your shoulders. Your buried your face against his solid chest, feeling the soft material of his shirt against your cheek. Sighing you cuddled closer. Steve grinned to himself.

The soldier himself started feeling sleepy, but as soon as he closed his eyes the movie endet and everyone started talking. This woke you up.

Slightly confused you looked up from where your head was laying on a really comfy, warm pillow. Only then did you realise it definitely was not a pillow. Gasping your gaze met Steve’s, who had been watching you wake up. “I’m sorry for falling asleep on you”, apologising you tried to shoot out the crease on his shirt, which made his heartbeat race. His whole body felt on fire, having you this close and, well, rubbing his chest. “It’s okay. I didn’t mind it. I’d say I…actually liked it”, he whispered softly.

Blushing, you two looked at each other for a moment, feeling your heartbeat race.

“So, Y/N, should happy drive you?”, Tony interrupted your moment, making you quickly stand up. Clearing your throat you shook your head. “No, I-will call an Uber”, you mumbled, grabbing your phone. Before you could unlock your screen, Steve grabbed your arm gently. “I can drive you.”

Smiling you nodded slowly, sliding your phone into your pocket. “If that’s not a problem?”, Steve quickly stood up, putting his hand on your lower back and slowly guiding you out of the room. He could swear he could hear the others mumble something.

You thought Steve would have car, but going to the garage he went straight to the beautiful motorcycle. You had no idea how you’d survive the ride-not because of Steve’s bad driving, he was an excellent driver, but men on motorcycles got you weak in the knees.

The drive back home was quick, much quicker than it would be if you’d called an Uber-that’s also the reason why you were pressed against steve back, having your arms wrapped around his waist.

And Steve enjoyed it.

After getting off the motorcycle Steve filled you into the building-even to your apartment door, which confused you a bit. While opening the door, you looked back at him. “Is everything okay?”

Steve nodded, blushing slightly, burying his hands in his jeans pockets. “I wanted to make sure you get home save”, he mumbled. You laughed quietly. “But you didn’t have to follow me to my apartment door, Steve, are you sure that’s all?”, you couldn’t stop yourself from hoping…but you couldn’t tell what for exactly.

He sighed. Why did he follow you to your door? Now you’d think he’s a creep. “Well, I…I don’t have an explanation for that, you’re right. But…I just wanted to say…Today was nice. It was really nice to have you there”, hearing Steve say this, made you blush. For a moment you had to remind yourself to breathe.

You didn’t know what to say, so you stayed quiet.

“I hoped we could maybe do it again? Well, I meant-not really like today. Not with the team-and it doesn’t have to be a movie night-maybe just some coffee? Or dinner if you don’t like coffee? Or even drinks or-“, he stopped his rambling, pressing his lips to yours.

Shocked you just stood there, with wide eyes and still holding the doorknob with one hand-but then you realised what was happening. Steve was kissing you.

Steve was KISSING you.

Grabbing his shirt you wanted to pull him closer, but he misunderstood feeling your hand on his chest. He pulled away, looking probably as shook as you did a second ago, “oh my god I’m-…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to just-do that?”, he apologised shaking his head slightly.

You pushed your door open with one hand, while grabbing his shirt with the other one. “What if I’d like for you to repeat it?”, you whispered against his lips, waking with him backwards into your apartment.

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Things That Never Happened in History Class

1. Professor Gadling's History 101

"... and so you see, Nan Boleyn was no 'femme fatale' homewrecking the happy Tudor household and leading the 'good' King Henry astray..."

There were snickers in the room.

"... though it makes for some pretty good stories, aye? Always love me a good bodice-ripper or that Jonathan Rhys-Meyers on the telly. He's a dish, that one." Professor Gadling leaned a bit forward, a naughty gleam in his eyes. "Though, the real King Henry was a looker when he was younger. Looked a bit like our Prince Harry, now that I think about it."

More laughter. Which was typical in Professor Gadling's classes. Iggy Pop - really, that was his name and yes, his parents loved him dearly - said, "Like, the dude's got a way with bringing all that historical stuff to life. Like he was totally there. Totally awesome, dude."

Iggy also had some of the best grades in the class, California surfer animated Pixar turtle accent and all. But the observation was accurate.

And it was also one of the reasons why Professor Gadling's history classes were booked solid every semester.

2. Nevermore

Sometimes, there was a raven on Professor Gadling's shoulder.

The first time he appeared, he was perched all nice and comfy on the professor's shoulder, looking as calm as you please, fixing the class with his beady black clever eyes.

The Professor sighed. "No, he's not me familiar. He's babysitting."

"You mean, YOU'RE babysitting him, right, Professor?"

The raven squawked in protest. Professor Gadling rolled his eyes. "He's the one doing the babysitting. I try not to pick arguments with ravens, you see. Terribly bad idea."

"Nevermore," said the raven clearly and drolly.

The class eventually learned the raven's name was Matthew.

3. There can be only one

There was a persistent rumor that someone once confronted Professor Gadling with an honest-to-God actual sword.

It happened in that secluded alleyway created by the old library and the faculty building, or so the story went.

The Professor, in atypical fashion, went, "Nope."

"There can be only one!" declared the sword-wielder, raising his weapon.

"Nope, I'm NOT that kind of immortal. You don't get to take my head, there's not going to be any ruddy lightning quick-thing whatever it is you lot call it. I'm not the droid you're looking for. Go off with you."

Apparently, Matthew the Raven helped drive whoever it was away - aside from the fact that the Professor was actually pretty good in a fight.

"Ugh, Pierson owes me THREE pints for this!"

4. Shakespeare In Love

There was a rule that got passed down from class to class.

For sheer unadulterated entertainment, get Professor Gadling to rant about William Shakespeare. Oh, he wasn't one of those who posited that the Bard never wrote his plays. Far from it.

He just absolutely had Very Specific Opinions about the man. And they were Loud, Pointed and absolutely Hilarious.

This was also good for distracting the Professor long enough to get out of any last minute homework or suprise quizzes. There was hell to pay during the next class, but it was well worth it.

"You are too harsh on dear William, sir," said the snow-pale young man in black, with the messy, rumpled hair.

The class wasn't sure how he suddenly appeared in their midst, although it felt like he'd always been there. He looked perfectly grave, absolutely serious... except for the glint of mischief in his odd dark blue eyes.

The professor crossed his arms over his chest, looking sourly at him. "He was a ruddy hack. Got a bit lucky, I'd say."

The pale young man smiled faintly. "He had a true gift that just needed a little bit of nudging."

A scoff. "Sure. Exchanged his soul for artistic immortality, Faustian bargains, deals with the Devil."

"No." The smile was still there and it was mesmerizing to see, as if this wasn't a man given much to that expression. "Just two plays, commissioned to order. What need have I for men's souls?"

"Hmph."

"Jealousy does not become you, Hob Gadling."

"Oi!"

"Uh... Professor, should we leave you two alone now? Like, this whole lover's quarrel UST thing you've got going is kinda cute, but we really don't wanna be around for the kiss-and-make-up part!"

Of course, it was Iggy Pop who just had to ruin what seemed to be the most interesting moment that had happened so far in Professor Gadling's history classes.

Someone raised a hand. "I don't mind being around for the kiss-and-make-up part!"

The class would later learn that the young man's name was apparently "Murphy."

He was also Matthew's "boss."

Any kissing and making up supposedly took place at that New Inn down the road, which also served, among other things, a delicious shepherd's pie.

- end -

NOTE: Yes, I did a Highlander reference. I couldn't resist.

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hockeylovee12 · 1 year

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SOMETHING MINE-Luke Hughes

Part Two

The summer had come to an end and you and Luke were still dating and keeping it a secret. Over the summer you two talked every day since after your classes had ended you had to go back home to Virginia and Luke went back to Michigan.

It was hard being apart but it would raise too much suspicion if you went to Michigan or he went to Virginia and neither of you were ready to go public just yet.

Luke did come back in September right around the time school started back up for you. The season started in the beginning of October and Luke was getting really busy same with you with school and work but you two still made time to see each other and you would text when he was away.

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Tonight Luke had a game and it was a bad one. The Devils lost 3-5 against the Toronto Maple Leafs and Luke got you a ticket so you could watch him in person.

Tonight was only the seventh game of the season and Luke had played a few minutes in each game but he still hasn’t gotten a point he had a few good moves in his last one but he was still searching for his second point after getting his first in a playoff game last season.

He didn’t get it but what was worse is when he had a bad turnover in the second period that resulted in a goal against the Devils and the crowd started chanting “Nepo Baby”.

You could tell by the look on Lukes face he had heard it and what made it even worse was after the game his Coach told him he had to do media and they asked him what his thoughts were on the chants.

Luke gave a pretty solid answer “ya it sucks I know that’s not why I’m here but I can’t control what other people think or say”

After the game was over all you wanted to do was hug Luke and that’s all he wanted too but he wasn’t ready to go public and neither were you. So you both drove home separately.

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Luke arrived back at his apartment with his brother Jack.

“Are you ok?” Jack asks

“Ya I’m fine it’s just stupid chants” Luke says

“Ya exactly don’t let it get to your head” Jack says

“I won’t” Luke told him

“Alright Moose you wanna watch some tv?” Jack asks

“Nah I’m actually gonna go out for a bit” Luke says

“Where you gonna go? I’ll come with you” Jack says standing up

“No it’s ok Jack I really just wanna be alone for a little bit” Luke lies knowing he was going over to see you.

Jack gives his little brother a slight smile

“Be careful ok and text me when your on your way home and no drinking we do have practice tomorrow at noon” Jack says showing his protective brother side that annoys Luke.

“I will and I’m not drinking see you later” Luke says before grabbing his car keys and leaving the apartment.

He heads down to the garage and starts driving to you.

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Your roommates were out partying tonight so you and Luke had the apartment to yourselves at least for a few hours.

Luke knocked on your door and you opened it. He immediately wraps his arms around you and holds you close.

The two of you walk to your bedroom and lay down with Lukes head on your stomach as you run your hands through his curls.

“You did well tonight” you try to reassure him

“No I sucked” he claims

“So you had a bad game it’s ok” you tell him

“Those stupid chants” Luke murmured

“Are you ok?" You ask and Luke looks up at you

“Ok stupid question rephrase do you wanna talk about it?" You ask

“You know my family is the reason I am who I am and when when people use that against me it hurts it gets to me more then anything because I'm a Hughes but I'm Luke too I got here because of me not my last name and it feels like it will never be that I could score 100 points and I would still be a nepo baby or whatever and it's so damn stupid! Quinn and Jack don't get called these stupid things because what they're older it's ridiculous and I'm sick of it." Luke rants

“I'm so sorry Luke" You say

Luke just sighs and shakes his head

The two of you stay silent cuddling for a while longer until the two of you fall asleep.

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A loud beeping sound wakes the two of you up and Luke finds his phone

"Shit!" He shouts

You quickly scramble out of bed and turn on the lights

"What's wrong?" You ask

"It's 5 am" Luke says

Your eyes widen realizing your roommates might be home by now.

You look over at Luke who's scrambling to put his shoes on and gather his keys and phone.

"I have to go Jacks gonna kill me literally" Luke says

"Ya ya of course I'll walk you out" You say as you open your bedroom door

The two of you walk towards your front door and before you have a chance to open it it swings open and you see your three clearly drunk roommates walking in.

"Hey! Y/N/N ooo who's this?" Julia asks

"No no one are you guys ok?" You ask

"Fine fine just want bed and brownies do we have brownies can we make brownies?" your roommate Neya asks

"No no guys just sit down I'll get you some water in a second" you say guiding the three to the couch.

You turn your attention back to Luke who seems to have zoned out

"Luke?" You say

He shakes his head

"Ya sorry I gotta go" Luke says opening the door you follow him outside and walk him to his car before kissing him goodnight or technically good morning and head back upstairs to your apartment to tend to your drunk roommates.

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Luke drove home very quickly probably going a little too much over the speed limit the whole time and made it home at 5:15. He parks his car and walks up to his apartment.

He tries as quietly as possible to open the door and plans to practically sprint to his room but the bright lights already on ruin his plans.

“Dude! It’s 5 in the morning what the hell!” Jack shouts

“Ok I know I know but I’m ok everything is ok so ya” Luke says knowing it’s a stupid response but at the same time he is 20 and doesn’t feel the need to explain himself to anyone.

“Luke I was so close to calling the cops I thought something had happened where were you and why didn’t you answer my calls I called you like 10 times!”

“I-I fell asleep ok can we just leave it” Luke says making a move towards his bedroom

“Where the hell did you fall asleep?” Jack asks

Luke sighs

“Were you at a girls house?” Jack asks changing his tone from angry to curious in a single sentence

Luke doesn’t answer and shakes his head continuing to walk to his room while Jack stands there with a smile on his face realizing his baby brother just might have a girlfriend.

He changes into a pair of sweats and a t shirt before getting into bed and grabbing his phone.

He sends you text saying we might have a slight problem

Y/N-Oh god what

Luke-Jack thinks I was at a girls house

Y/N-What did you tell him

Luke-Nothing I walked away

Y/N-Dude that’s a total give away

Luke-Alright dude what are we gonna do

Y/N-Well just tell him to keep his mouth shut

Luke-Ya another problem Jack’s a total gossip by noon tomorrow I won’t be surprised if half of New Jersey knows

Y/N-Damn

Luke-Ya

Luke shuts his phone off and curls up in his blankets

Maybe he can tell Jack to keep his mouth shut.

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Jack in fact did not keep his mouth shut and blabbed about Lukes ‘secret girlfriend’ to the whole team. The guys chirped him for it and a lot of them were curious as to who she was but Luke refused to tell anyone anything. Jack threatened to tell Quinn. Even though he was the first person he told but Luke didn’t know that. Then Jack said he would tell their parents and Luke still refused trying to hold on to as much privacy as he could. Eventually Jack gave up and respected Lukes decision for the time being at least.

A/N hope you enjoyed feel free to send in requests or comments or just to talk I’d love to talk with you guys! I may make another part let me know what you guys would like to see!

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fxlling13 · 8 months

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Because of you.

Dh!master x fem reader

Warnings: doctor is mean

Synopsis: the doctor has seemingly abandoned you even if you're right there with her.

My back ached as i leant awkwardly against a tree. Not just a normal tree either. Seeing as we were on an alien planet, this tree had green wood and leaves the were an ombre of gold and purple. As well as that, the wood itself seemed to be more solid and dense. For some reason, the doctor had stranded us here, saying she'd be back in an hour but, of course, her time management was awful.

"Dont think too hard, your brain might explode." A voice came from behind me, causing me to roll my eyes. As of late, the doctor had decided she needed to keep a closer eye on her best enemy. So here I was, stuck on an unknown planet with the master. An icy wind blew over, making me loose my train of thought.

"Ignoring me now? That's not very nice." Sighing, I looked over to him and crossed my arms. The male was stood a few feet away, coat long since abandoned on the tardis and sleeve rolled down for once. Probably due to the atmosphere. It was absolutely freezing. Though, we were alone here so I couldn't be too hard on the timelord. It wasn't his fault after all. Turning to him fully, I gave a close-lipped smile.

"Sorry, I was distracted." I said, rubbing my hands together subtly. He hummed, walking over and taking his place next to me.

"So, have you ever been here before?" Deciding to make conversation to pass the time, I asked him the simple question with genuine interest.

"No, actually. I'm pretty sure this was an orphan planet at one point." The master told me, looking around at the scenery. Brown grass was frosted but healthy and many plants could be seen.

"Doesn't look dead to me." Pursung his lips, the taller male nod and inched closer, though i didn't notice.

"Well, a fleet of silurians found it and brought it back to life." That made sense, seeing as they were big on all things nature. A shiver rippled through my body and I quickly zipped up my hoodie. If only the doctor let us prepare for this. She had other things, meaning other people, on her mind.

"Your cheeks are red." Feeling embarrassed, I glanced at the master, eyebrows furrowed.

"That's what happens when humans get cold." Again, he nod.

"Its cute. Us timelords, we don't work like that." Ignoring the second half of that sentence, i could feel the blush settling in. Why did him saying that make me so shy? During his time on board the tardis, he seemed to follow me around. That, I had noticed. But I merely thought it was his love for annoying me that made him do that. We had a movie night last week and he sat next to me. Just a coincidence, right? Or that one time he held my hand whilst running away from a pack of zygons. Just the heat of the moment surely. All of a sudden, I felt myself get pushed forward, away from the tree. Before I could complain, two arms wrapped around my sides; taking my hands in theirs then sliding them into the pockets of my hoodie. Looking up, the master looked back with a lazy grin.

"Dont even complain love, I don't have a coat and you're freezing." Knowing he was right, I relaxed back into his hold, basking in his natural body heat. Even though he wasn't the tallest man alive, he was the perfect height to hug. Shamefully, I had noticed this the first time we met. Back then, I found him to be quiet attractive. Not that I didn't now but, seeing as he was the doctors enemy, I tried not to think such things. More wind blew and I pressed myself against him more. Not minding, the master gave my hand a quick squeeze.

"Where is she? In what world is this an hour? Its been, what, three at this point? Ridiculous." He tutted, clearly fed up by this point. So was I.

"She's with yaz, master." Confused, he stared down at me as I rested my head back to meet his peircing eyes.

"Have you not noticed, in all your time with us?"

"Noticed what?" He asked, clearly oblivious to the blossoming romance.

"The only thing the doctor pays any attention to now is yaz. Not me, not even you. Since they got together, it's consumed her." My tone was slightly bitter over this whole situation.

"And, you know, I don't blame her. I'd love to have a relationship. But its gotten to the point where the rest of us don't matter. Hell, even Dan left." I continued. Hearing the master scoff, I glanced up once again.

"That's what keeping her so distracted? She does this every time." Shocked that he didn't see this, I asked-

"You really didn't notice? They're pretty obvious." Grinning, he shrugged a little.

"I was only ever focusing on you." Face heating up, I looked away quickly and listened as he laughed a little. The cold was getting worse the later it got and my body was shaking at this point.

"She'll never hear the end of this. Making you suffer whilst she has her play dates." He muttered, glaring at nothing in particular.

"Even I considered leaving but there's nothing for me at home. Now, there's nothing for me here either. She barely registers that I'm there." I didn't mean to get choked up, but tears gathered in the corners of my eyes and my voice wavered.

"Maybe I should just go home. I'm not needed here anymore. Y'know, people always told me I was the second choice." Maybe it was the cold, making me ramble on about the things that had been building up for a while. Pressing my lips together, I let out a quiet sniffle. Instantly, I was turned around and pulled into the masters hold properly. His arms were wrapped around me tightly and, on instinct, I buried my face into the crook of his neck. Tears ran down my cheeks but he didn't seem to mind.

"Dont say that. You're not a second choice. Just because that idiot woman is love struck, doesn't mean you're worth any less." The master spoke softly, rubbing my back which both soothed me and created extra heat.

"You're the reason I agreed to her idea. The only reason I followed you around was because I wanted to be near you." Stunned at his admittance, I lifted my head just enough to look at him. Just by reading his expression, I could see it was sincere.

"Could of just come to me normally."

"Most humans push me away." Resting my head back down again, I gripped onto his shirt weakly.

"I won't. I like your company." It was true. This insane, genocidal man brought me comfort.

"I'll remember you said that, sweetheart." The pet name just caused me to smile. Beginning to feel light headed, I went slightly limp and the master cursed under his breath.

"Try to stay awake, I'm trying to contact her." Knowing he meant with his mind, the doctor was most likely Ignoring him. Like always. He kept grumbling about how ignorant and careless she was. Agreeing mentally, I perked up once hearing the familiar engines of the tardis. Out she came, placing her hands on her hips dramatically.

"What are you whining about? I've only been gone a little while!" The doctor almost yelled, clearly annoyed that he'd been contacting her.

"A little? It's been three hours and you damn well know the conditions of this planet!" He spoke through gritted teeth, glaring at the blonde lady. She just scoffed.

"You're fine! Honestly. You're so dramatic." The sound of her voice became muffled as my body finally gave out. Luckily, the master felt this and lifted me with ease before giving the doc a deadly stare.

"Get out of the way." Eyes wide, she turned on her heal and walked back into her ship, him barging past. Completely ignoring yazs' calls, he was glad to find the tardis had moved my room closer. Pushing the door open with his foot, he was quick to place me down on the bed before pulling the covers up.

"I'll be right back." He smiled before leaving me to get comfortable. The bed was cosy and the duvet brought instant warmth. Not enough though.

The master made his way into the kitchen and began boiling milk. Drumming his fingers against the marble surface, he felt eyes on the back of his head.

"So, did you have fun on your little date, doctor?" Hearing her come closer, she leant against the counter and glared up at him.

"I was, until you got in the way. You know, when you agreed to this I thought you'd be easy for once." Disbelief was written all over his face.

"Your companion was suffering."

"She's stronger than you think." She retorted to his statement. Trying to calm himself down, the master chuckled bitterly.

"No, I know how strong she is. However, when someone collapses in my arms, that tells me they're suffering." Huffing, the doctor threw her arms up in a sort of defeated manner.

"Okay, so I miscalculated time." Pouring the hot milk into the cup, the master reached I to the cupboard to grab the hot chocolate powder.

"Why are you drinking that?" Rolling his eyes at her question, he carried on with making the drink.

"Its not for me." He muttered, hunting around for marshmallows. Realising who is was for, the blonde blinked in confusion.

"(Y/n) likes hot chocolate?" The master picked up the mug and looked to her with a blank expression.

"I've been here two months and I know your companion far better than you do."

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"Here you go." Sitting up, I smiled as the master handed me the perfect cup of hot chocolate. Actually, too perfect. There was seven mini marshmallows floating on top. Exactly how I made it.

"You remembered." I said, simpering at the action that warmed my heart. Coming to sit beside me, he just smirked. Looking smug as ever.

"Of course I did. You make it every time we get back from an outing." Sipping it, I felt content. I had also noticed it was made in my favourite mug.

"Do you need anything?" Humming, I looked up at him and nod immediately. The master stood up, ready to assist but looked perplexed once I'd moved over so I was on the other side of the bed.

"Sit. Stay." Raising his eyebrows, he chuckled and sat down properly. I lifted his arm up and slipped into his hold easily. Almost too easily.

"You needed this?" He asked, thumbing my waist gently. I nod and relaxed completely, my hands holding the mug snug to my chest.

"She's going to come look for me." The master reminded me. Reaching over, I pat the ship affectionately.

"Keep her away, please." Letting of a sound of agreement, I knew I'd been listened to. Finishing my drink, I placed it down then curled up. I felt instantly better and arms circled around me and pulled me in closer.

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A few days later, I was sitting in the console room, reading a book peacefully. I'd been given a half hearted apology from the doctor but that didn't matter to me.

"What are you reading?" Looking up from my page, I smiled at the master and nodded for him to sit next to me. Explaining the Elizabethan literature to him, we began discussing the book in detail. It was nice to finally have someone to talk to. My head rested against his shoulder as we spoke, a calming atmosphere in the air. Unfortunately, we were disturbed once the doctor bounded in with yaz hot on her trail.

"So I'm thinking Trellon? Beautiful planet. Full of unique buildings, exotic markets and-"

"And one of the most deadly royal guards in that part of the galaxy." The master interrupted, looking unamused.

"We'll be fine as long as we don't do anything disruptive." She waved him off, inputing the coordinates into the system. Sighing, the male got up and went to her side.

"Are we sure you'll be okay then?" Letting out a gasp, she seemed almost offended.

"I'm not that bad." He just shrugged. I joined them and looked at her. Seeing the look on my face, I didn't miss the vexed expression.

"Yes you have time to go change. The climate is like that of your home. Lukewarm." Nodding, I left and went into my room. Opting to wear a baggy jumper, short skirt and boots. Making sure my hair was brushed, I felt the tardis land and sprinted back to the console room. Yaz smiled at me and walked over to the door with the doc.

"Ready?" The master held his hand out for me and I took it happily.

Around ten minutes later, we arrived at a huge outdoor market. Different spices and other aromatic smells hung in thr air.

"Now then. Don't wonder off too far and don't get into trouble." The doctor lectured, gazing at one individual in particular. The male besides me held his hands up in defence.

"I make no promises." He chuckled before pulling me off into the crowed. Seemingly excited, I gripped onto his hand, sharing his energy. It was like he was looking for something, inspecting each stall we passed by.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, gazing round in wander. It was extremely busy and the people were dressed up extravagantly.

"Theres this drink. Think, hot chocolate meets cinnamon and maple an-"

"Christmas?" Grinning, he nod and finally came to a halt.

"Yes! Exactly." The master picked up two round, bowl like mugs and handed me one. It was loaded with cream and some sort of sprinkles. Honestly, it looked amazing.

"Try it. You won't be disappointed." Listening to him, I took a sip but only got the cream. Huffing, the masters laugh caught me off guard so I looked up to him.

"What?" Instead of replying, he stepped forward and used his thumb to wipe my nose off gently.

"Try again." Giggling slightly, I took a proper drink this time and my eyes widened at the flavour.

"Good right?" Nodding eagerly, I pointed over to a small box on the counter.

"What's that?" Checking what I was looking at, the master grabbed them and opened it up. Inside were an assortment of colourful tiny blocks. Tilting my head, I watched as he picked one up one and held it to my lips. Giving him a sceptical look, he sighed.

"They're truffles. The sweet kind, not the mushrooms." Taking his word for it, I opened my mouth and was delighted to find it tasted like roasted, caramelised hazelnuts.

"You should trust me by now dear." He spoke almost sadly. Placing the mug down, I hugged his waist tightly.

"I do trust you." Arms wrapped around me and kept me in a protective hold. Like this, I felt content and safe.

"Come on. There's more I want to show you."

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Back on board, I slipped away to take a shower and freshen up. I was happy that, for once, nothing bad happened. Shamefully, it actually felt like a date but I couldn't let myself think like that. Stepping out of my room, I wash shocked to come face to face with the doctor. I smiled up at her.

"Has he hypnotised you?" She spoke sharply, making me very confused.

"What?"

"Or has he promised you things? Empires or galaxies?" Realising she was talking about the master, I blinked at her.

"No? What are you talking about?" I questioned, wondering why she was acting like this. Suddenly, she pulled out her screwdriver and gave me a sonic. Her features were flooded with annoyance.

"I saw you both. Holding hands, sharing food. You even hugged him." Feeling like my privacy had been completely invaded, I moved away.

"You were watching us?"

"I had no choice!" The doctor almost sounded convincing but I knew what she said just wasn't the case.

"Yes you do. You don't need to watch him that closely." Scoffing at my words, she leant back against the wall with a prominent scowel.

"You have no idea (Y/n). He will kill you." Having heard this all before, I rubbed my face in annoyance.

"Dont you think he would of done that by now? Doctor, I think maybe he just enjoys my company." This time, she actually laughed. Her head fell back against the wall before coming up to meet my gaze.

"Oh you poor thing. He really got you didn't he?" Tone patronising, I could feel my blood boiling. Why so suddenly was she treating me like I was nothing.

"Dont talk to me like a child. Just because you think yaz is better than the rest of us, does not give you the right to treat me like shit!" For a moment, she was silent before getting right up in my face.

"You really are stupid! He will manipulate you and treat you like his puppy!" Flinching, I kept my cool.

"Just like you do!" Before she could scream again, I threw my towel at her and ran off down the corridor.

A door suddenly appeared on my left and I entered quickly. Out of breath, I hunched over and successfully held myself from falling.

"(Y/n)?" Looking up, I saw the master sat on a brown leather couch. Taking his glasses off, I wobbled over then collapsed next to him. He sat up and hooked his hands under my arms, pulling me over into his embrace.

"Do you want to kill me? If you do, please just get it done with." After a minute of no reply, his hand began to mess with my hair.

"I'm guessing the doctor had a little word with you hm?" Nodding, I buried my face into his purple vest and took in the scent of old books and ink.

"I always thought, every companion of hers would be on my list. Every one of them have been so annoying. So dumb. Helplessly in love with her." He spoke calmly. His hearts beating in a relaxing rhythm.

"Except you. You've never been afraid of me. You never held the doctor up to a higher standard or treated her as a god." Letting out a sigh, I could tell he was conflicted.

"It took me so long to figure out why I couldn't bring myself to kill you. At first I followed you in hopes I'd just snap like usual. But no. Instead, you bring me peace." Lifing my head, I looked up at him with big eyes. Curious as to where he was going with this, I let him continue.

"You numb the racket in my brain. And whilst I couldn't accept it at first. I do now." I sat myself up, sitting between his legs. Tilting my head, I blushed as he pat cheeks dry gently.

"So no. I'm not going to kill you. Maybe steal you away once I'm finally allowed to go." Giggling, I leant into his larger hand.

"I wouldn't mind that." A grin broke out on his face, pulling me forward yet again so we were even closer.

"Seriously?"

"Why wouldn't I agree? You're more fun than her. Plus, maybe you'll take me where I want to go?" Humming, the master brushed his fingers down through my hair.

"Anywhere you like, as long as I'm sure I can keep you safe." I couldn't help but relax more under his touch.

"I trust you, you know? I know you'd keep me safe no matter what." He grinned, placing a hand on my head and pulling me back into his arms.

"Then, we'll leave. And I'll take wherever and whenever you like." The master spoke softly, leaning down and kissing my head.

"We won't have to deal with this anymore. I promise."

Part 2

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ellemfaoh · 2 years

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Pinball, Hair, and Detention Pt. 3 | Vance Hopper X Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (here) | Part 4

Word Count: 4.4k

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Rivalry, Angst, Fluff

Content Warnings: Kidnapping, Swearing, Female Reader Implied/Mentioned, Descriptors of character deaths, Blood, Beatings

Summary: Reader and Vance have some sort of ongoing rivalry. You accidentally spilled your drink on his hair and he in turn gave you a “fresh cut.” You one day get detention together due to fighting. On the walk home one day— where you both live merely a block away, he barely misses your abduction and watches as you helplessly get carried away in a black van.

A/N: As an apology for taking so much longer to post this, I made it a little extra long <3

A/N 2.0: Also we are so close to actually seeing action, I’m just a sucker for slow burns 💔

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“Who the hell do you think you are?!” You shouted at the masked man, backing up on the old mattress he placed you on, rusty springs creaking under your weight.

The Grabber gave a heavy sigh. “I really don’t like repeating myself. I’m sure that spray doesn’t affect your memory.”

This was a sick joke. You must’ve angered whatever god was out there because for the past two months your life was nothing but a roller coaster of hell. Your encounters with Vance, your hair, your reputation being ruined, and now your kidnapping. Did you do something in a past life to deserve this? You were an average middle school student: average grades, average friend group, average life. You never did anything risky or illegal and you helped out when you could—which is what got you into this mess. Maybe this was a lesson to be learned.

“Now, how about I get you some soda to calm you down? You like sprite?” His voice seemed a little singsongy—which really creeped you out, especially when he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You stay here and don’t try anything. This room is soundproof anyways, so no one will hear you.”

When The Grabber left, closing the heavy metal door with a slam, a loud click of the handle locking echoing around the room just a moment later. That’s when the dread fully sunk in. You were stuck in a creepy man’s basement with absolutely no way out. The floor was linoleum tile, the walls were solid concrete (with a weird orange strip stain all over them), and the window was probably around 8 feet high. Maybe that explained why he didn’t bother to put bars there yet considering everyone he’s kidnapped so far were pretty short. Billy was probably an average height, but Griffin was pretty short. He was also eleven years old—the youngest out of the victims so far.

You walked around the space you’d be occupying until your probable death, looking at the weird little hallway area with the toilet and a few rugs. Nothing of interest. How the hell are you supposed to use rugs to escape. When you walked back to the bed you noticed the black phone hanging on the wall, quickly running over to it and attempting to dial a number. When you held the receiver to your ear and heard nothing, not even a static fuzz, you realized it wouldn’t work. Suspicions confirmed when you looked at the snipped phone line.

“Damn it!” You yelled, slamming the phone back on the dialer. You slid down to the floor with stinging eyes and a tight throat. “I’m gonna die here. I didn’t even get to see my parents last night or this morning.” Sniffling, you curled your head into your knees. “And the last person I hung out with was Vance.”

Then the phone rang.

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“I didn’t do anything, I swear!” Vance shouted at the cops in front of him. “I watched the mother fucker shove her in that fucking black van and drive off! I have her backpack right here! If I did anything do you think I’d keep her shit?!”

“Hopper, please relax. No one is saying you’re lying. We were just asking if you got the events correct.”

“Of course I did! It happened barely an hour ago.” He said, taking in a deep breath and exhaling angrily. “I don’t hang with that fuckface, but I’m not about to let a kidnapping go!”

The room was quiet, police officers of the small Denver town looking at Vance and then each other. They all knew the boy well—he’d never come to the cops of his own free will. Usually people were coming to them about him. One of the secretaries was on the phone with the (Y/L/N) family already, informing them of the grave news and telling them to come to the station as soon as possible.

One of the officers, an older guy who frequently dealt with Vance, placed a comforting hand on the boy’s shoulder, giving him a sympathetic smile. “We know you’re worried, boy. We’ll find her.”

Vance grumbled and stood up, face flushed. Embarrassment and anger most likely. “Whatever, I’m leaving.”

As he walked out of the station, Vance made his way back over to where you were abducted. Maybe he’d be able to find you without the cops, he was the one that watched you get taken after all. When he walked up to the curb where he found your bag, he looked for any hints. The black balloons in the tree were the only thing so far that was solid and concise evidence. The van had quickly pulled out and driven to the left, going straight for a little while—or at least until he lost sight of it.

He decided to walk down the street and through the neighborhoods he passed occasionally. The kidnapper would be stupid to leave his van outside in broad daylight, especially since he knew Vance saw it just as clearly as you. He mostly scanned the houses, looking at the exterior and trying to feel the vibes. Some houses looked really gross and rickety, then there were the others that definitely housed a nice, big, happy family. Maybe that house he just passed was the Yamada’s. Vance had no idea how Bruce would react to your disappearance. For as long as anyone amongst your graduating class knew, you and Bruce had known each other for as long as possible.

How the hell was he supposed to find you like this? There are definitely a few thousand people in this buttfuck nowhere Denver town, he thought. He’d have to scour the streets for clues, look at people and analyze them. He’d figure this out. He knew the cops were doing a half-assed job with this case so far. You were person three, so that made this serial, but he’d been in the station while they mentioned a few things about the cases, some of them being brushed off. He really only trusted that old guy. Day 0, and he was determined to find you before the week was over.

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How many hours have you been down here? It felt like it’d been weeks, but you knew by the dead darkness outside and inside the room that the day ended. You had nothing down here; just the mattress you were on, the toilet, and yourself. You never thought you’d miss laying and doing nothing in your room more than now. Oh, you also had the ghost phone. You almost didn’t believe it when the phone rang, but you picked it up immediately. Even if it would’ve been a fluke, you’d hope and pray for anything you could get.

“Hello?! Hello?! Can anyone help me?!”

It was silent for a little while and you lost hope, leaning against the wall and covering your teary eyes while taking deep breaths to calm yourself down before you broke down. Your hand had drifted from your head to your hip, the phone knocking against the wall. When you opened your eyes and saw the image of a bloody and dead Griffin, you screamed, letting the phone go out of shock. You were in disbelief. You were scared. You were probably hallucinating too. The boy’s mouth was bobbing up and down. Was he talking? You grabbed the phone and pressed it to your ears, listening for any sort of noise.

“D…n’t cr…”

The words through the receiver were crackled and sounded like a whispered gargle. You could barely stand to look over at Griffin, his throat slit and body riddled with welts and blood. Now though, he seemed to be standing closer to you, not contorted in whatever hellish position you had first seen him in.

“What?” You sniffled, wiping your nose and eyes. “You…what do you mean?”

“Don’t cry.” The boy said, pausing for a moment. “Don’t let him see you like this. He loves it.” Silence again.

“You…you’re Griffin. You were the first to go missing. How am I talking to you?”

“I don’t know. Your name is the first thing you forget—All I know is that you should stop crying before he comes back. He loves seeing kids cry.” Griffin looked around at the room. “I had something to tell you, but I can’t remember. It had something to do with a door.”

“You know how to get out of here?!”

“No. The front door. There’s a padlock there, it’s the code used for my bike lock.” You waited for him to continue, give you the code or something. “I think the code is-”

“Put the phone down.” You jumped, Billy’s voice and any static the receiver had going dead. “That stupid thing doesn’t work anyways. Hasn’t worked since I was a kid.”

You placed the phone back on the wall slowly, glaring at the man as he stood in the doorway watching you. Why he came down here you wouldn't know. He squatted down and looked up at you. You felt a chill go up your spine, his beady eyes staring up at you gave you the heebie-jeebies. Why did he sit lower? Was this some way to play a mind trick on you? Make you feel empowered when he could actually take you out immediately?

“Why me?” You asked, taking the opportunity. You had a feeling you’d probably end up dying. You just wanted to know why. “Why do you do this to me? Why’d you grab me?”

He stood up, standing for a moment before walking over to you. Your heart dropped into your feet, your legs paralyzed in fear. Was he gonna beat you for asking? Maybe he’d stab you and teach you a lesson. His hand lifted up to tilt your head to look up at him, tucking a stray piece of hair back. His hands were cold, his demeanor threatening, but his voice sounded light and cheery. It was sick.

“I guess I’m aiming for someone else by taking you first. I don’t usually kidnap girls.” He stepped back, looking at you whole again. “Maybe after this though, I’ll consider it a little more.”

You nearly puked. Aiming for someone else? Did he mean Vance? Or Bruce? Was he stalking you guys? You hung out with them often—though Vance was less of a choice. He would consider kidnapping more girls ‘after this?’ Did that mean after he killed you he’d go for more? Your thoughts drifted over to kids you knew. Gwen, the girl who could see things in her dreams. You knew her from Amy, Bruce’s little sister. They hung out at the Yamada’s place together sometimes too. You couldn’t imagine either of them getting kidnapped.

“Don’t you even think about touching anyone else you sick fuck.” You cursed at him, an angry glare on your face.

“Wow, but of a potty mouth here.” He chuckled, eyes cold as he grabbed your hair and squeezed. “I suggest you behave well, you don’t want to act like the last few ‘naughty boys’ I’ve had recently. They didn’t have a very fun time.”

You cried out in pain, the added motion of him shaking your head causing tears to prick your eyes. He really was sick—talking about the previous victims like it was a normal occurrence. You hated everything. You wanted to go home. You wanted to talk with Bruce about stupid things like Mr. Roeder’s bad cover-up for his bald spot or something. You wanted to be sitting in detention ruefully staring at the board as you waited to go home. If only you waited a little longer, or went the longer route that day. You kept talking about yourself in the past-tense and honestly? It helped you prepare to be murdered later as the man let go of your hair and walked out of the room, the heavy lock sliding into place.

“Get me out of here.” You sniffed, sliding down the wall and deciding to let yourself cry. Forget the ghosts of the past boys telling you what to do, you’d cry as hard as he wanted if it meant you could even say goodbye to the people you loved just one last time.

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Day 3 of the search for you. By now people were desperate. There was a pattern with The Grabber. He wouldn’t kill immediately. No, he preferred to take his time with people. Mind games, physical violence—nobody knew what, but it was something. Vance and everyone else looking for you never would’ve guessed you were just blocks away, about twelve feet under in some dingy basement of a sick man. You lost track of time, all the sleeping and staring into space and random walking around made the minutes seem like hours and the hours seem like days. You hadn’t gotten any other calls recently, so it must’ve been your imagination. Maybe whatever gas you were sprayed with made you loopy.

“How do I get out of here?” You asked yourself, pacing around the room, feet dragging against the linoleum tile. You felt icky too. You hadn’t showered recently, you were dirty from the residue of the room in the air and on the bed. “What the fuck am I supposed to use?”

Suddenly the lights in the room blinked on and you hurriedly dove for the bed, pretending to sleep. You wouldn’t give this man the satisfaction of seeing or hearing your weakness. When the door creaked open and the light behind him poured in the room everything was still. Your breathing was kept even and slow even though your heart was pounding. He never gave any hints towards his intentions to you.

“I know you aren’t asleep.”

Silence.

“Tsk, naughty girl.” He said angrily, any singsong tone he had previously was gone.

You slowly sat up, turning your head to face him with an angry look. He held a tray with a plate of shitty looking eggs and an open bottle of soda. You didn’t even realize how hungry and thirsty you were until you saw the food. Stomach growling, your hand slid over your stomach. You couldn’t see The Grabber’s face—he was wearing a full mask today—but you could see the crinkle of his eyes as he (probably) smirked at you. Weakening you physically and mentally by hunger, what a fucking piece of shit.

“Why would I eat that? God knows what you put in it.”

“Eat it, don’t eat it, I don’t care.” He said, placing the tray down and looking up at you. You could almost see the sick and twisted smile of his mask blend in with his face. “I don’t need to drug you. I already have you right where I want you.”

Your heart dropped. Sure you knew your fate was probably already sealed, but it never hurt to have hope. Now though you might as well rip them up and throw them around like doomsday confetti. When the Grabber didn’t leave immediately and kept standing by the door you made a face. Why was he still here? Just leave. You wanted your peace and alone time. You had already cried what felt like all your tears the first day, so you just wanted the silence and stillness of an empty room.

“Why are you still here? Just get out already.”

“Give me a minute, I’m just looking at you.”

Eventually he opened the door and you figured that maybe there’s someone else in the house. There had to be. You took a deep breath and started screaming. Your throat burned and your head hurt, but you made sure to scream as loud as possible before you were stopped. A rough and calloused hand gripped your throat, fingers digging into the flesh and your windpipe slowly being squeezed. You clawed at the hands around your throat, struggling to breathe.

“Naughty. Very naughty girl.” He growled out angrily, pushing you to the floor and he quickly slid off his belt. “Very smart but very stupid girl.”

Your eyes widened as he folded the belt, raising the tough leather over his head. You started pleading even while knowing it was a fruitless effort. You tried to escape in some way, and now he’d punish you for disobeying. When the first strike of the belt hit your stomach, your eyes welled up with tears and you yelped. It didn’t last long—maybe a minute or two at best, but it was some of the worst pain you’ve felt. He left you a sniveling mess on the floor, red welts appearing slowly and blood springing from where your skin had split.

“Next time I suggest you be a little smarter. I should slit your throat for the ruckus you made.” The Grabber said to you, looping the belt around his waist again and muttering something under his breath. “Now I have to talk to him about it.”

“Him?” You hiccuped through tears, looking up at the man who glared at you. He left wordlessly, slamming the door behind him, save for the click of the door lock.

He didn’t lock the door? Not even after this attempt of yours? Did he forget in his rage? You slowly got up, your nerves screaming as your skin stretched as you stood—your stomach and left forearm probably hurt the most. He got you good. As you slowly made your way to the door, your foot knocked into the tray on the floor. Oh right, the food.

You got down on your knees and grabbed a handful of shitty scrambled eggs, stuffing them into your mouth. They weren’t great, hell, these were some of the worst eggs you’ve ever had, but it was better than the taste of hunger. You felt like an animal with how you were eating, and chugging the soda bottle didn’t help your case, but not everyone was perfect. As you wiped your face and kicked the tray off to the side while getting up to get out of this fucking basement the phone rang again. Maybe you died in the beating and this was a dream, but as it kept ringing you were more convinced it wasn’t a dream at all.

“Hello?”

“Don’t go up those stairs.”

“What the fuck? You aren’t Griffin. Why the fuck wouldn’t I try to get out of here?” You sounded bitchy, but you took a moment to think. Who was the other kid that was grabbed before you? “Wait…Billy Showalter?”

“Don’t call me that, and don’t go up the stairs. He’ll beat you with that fucking belt again.”

“If he doesn’t want me to escape then why would he leave the door unlocked?”

“He’s playing ‘Naughty Boy’ with you. I guess it’d be ‘Naughty Girl’ with you but still. You pissed him off just now and he wants to see if you really are as stupid as he thinks.”

“Hey–”

“Listen to me.” His voice was stern and heavy. He was taking no shit. “You already got hit a few times. That’s only a fraction of what his beatings actually feel like. He beats you to death and it hurts real fucking bad”

“What…” You started, choking slightly on your words. What could you do? How could this dead kid help you at all? “What am I supposed to do?”

“Play his sick game differently than he expects. Don’t be naughty. Don’t let him see you doing anything like scratching stuff on the walls or trying to get out of here. He won’t kill you unless he feels like he’s won his little game. You have time. He got me after two weeks, and he got the other one after his first. Poor kid almost got out of here too.”

Griffin almost made it out? He mentioned a lock on the door. It was his lock right? You couldn't help but shudder at the thought of poor Griffin dying violently to such a sick man at such a young age.

“Oh yeah, and there’s a cable hidden under the crack in the walls by the hallway. Use that somehow—don’t let my work be put to waste.”

“You got it, Paperboy.”

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Day 5 and Vance was still looking for you. He’d cut school to scour the streets for the black van or any sign of that fucker’s face. He’d threaten anyone that muttered a slight insult of your or Griffin’s or Billy’s names. He might’ve been an asshole, but he met the sick fucker that kidnapped you guys. He knows how it was out of your guys’ control. Your kindness was your weakness, but he figured the other two probably got tricked the same way. Helping out a stranger that needed help.

“Hey!” Vance heard his dad shout from his car, making the blonde jump. Shit, he’d get in trouble for skipping again. “Come here, Vance!”

Vance slowly trudged over to the family car; a beat up and dark blue 1972 Oldsmobile Cutlass. While Vance might’ve had his tough-guy persona on display constantly he didn’t exactly enjoy being chewed out by his dad, especially not in public. The boy kept his head down, refusing to look up for fear that he’d see the angry look the older man was giving him.

“If you’re gonna skip school to look for your friend, then can you swing by some of the shops and pick up our orders? Your mom would really appreciate it.”

Vance looked up in surprise. He wasn’t going to be yelled at? No anger? Just understanding? He almost didn’t believe it, just nodding in dumbfounded shock. His dad told him the shops needed, gave the blonde a pat on the shoulder, then drove off. After all of this, Vance finally snapped out of it.

“What the fuck?”

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One one last shop to stop by for the day. The utility store. His dad ordered some rope and chain for work, and his mom ordered cleaners for the house. Basic shit he could drag home and then keep looking. That’s how most of Vance’s days went now. Search for you for a while, hit the Grab N Go for pinball then rinse and repeat. Walking into the store, he started talking to one of the cashiers, giving the family’s last name and waiting for the guy to get the bag for him.

As he leaned against the counter and looked around while waiting, some other guy came up to the counter with a shop basket of things. Rope, tape, locks, and a bunch of other what seemed like miscellaneous things. Vance turned his head and looked up at the man, instantly seeming to forget how to breathe. Holy shit. The Grabber was right next to him.

He looked just a little different: he didn’t have his hat or sunglasses on, but the blonde could tell it was definitely him. It was in his face. He’d been looking for days to find this man or any sign of you and it just so happened that the little shopping trip his father sent him on led him directly to what he was looking for.

Vance quickly grabbed the bag of his family’s items and walked out. He needed to make sure he wasn’t easily recognizable as the boy who was with you that day. Lucky for him he wasn’t in his usual denim outfit, going with some black jeans, a wife beater, and an old red-and-tan letterman jacket his dad probably used in high school. Vance rummaged around in his pockets, pulling out a hair tie and pulling his hair back into a messy ponytail-bun kind of thing. He was very rushed, prepared to follow the man secretly.

“I should be a cop at this point.” He scoffed to himself.

The moment the Grabber left the store, Vance was on the hunt. With his hair tied up and his outfit styled in a less messy and more proper way he didn’t look super familiar—hopefully. He almost cussed out loud when the man started walking towards a car parked on the street. Fuck, this just got a lot more difficult. The man threw his bag into the trunk roughly and walked to the driver’s door. Wait—what did he buy again? It was something like rope and tape right? Did he see a hunter’s knife in there too? Fuck. Was he going to kill you today?

Vance moved with urgency, acting like he was also walking to a car close by and acting like he was fumbling with his keys as he waited for the Grabber to leave. He’d follow the car by running after it…or something. Damn, he really didn’t think this through huh? Looking around in urgency, he spotted Bruce Yamada not too far away and lucky for the blonde, he was biking. Taking a glance at the creep not too far away it seemed he was moving shit around in his trunk. Okay, he had time.

“Yamada!”

Bruce braked and looked over at Vance, a mixture of emotions swimming on his face. How else was he gonna react when the kid he could blame for your kidnapping showed up, not to mention looking nothing like himself. What was he doing?

“What do you want, Hopper?”

“Your bike.”

“Excuse me?”

“Give me your bike, Bruce—I’m not gonna steal it, I’ll return it to you, but I need to follow someone?”

Bruce turned away from the blonde, an incredulous look on his face. “What the fuck are you on? You don’t talk to anyone for days, skip school ever since Y/N went missing, and now you randomly start pestering me for my bike? You have a lot of fucking nerve V—“

“I need to follow the fucker that kidnapped your best friend, dipshit!” Vance raised his voice, making sure to keep it low so as to not alert The Grabber.

“What?!”

“Give it. I’ll explain later.” Vance yanked the bike from the raven-haired boy and started off after the car that had just left. Shit, what had he gotten himself into?

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The Forgotten One Chapter Eight: Dear Diary

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A/n: Two chapters left!!! Thank you again for reading, I love you all.

“I’m going to murder that fucking little weasel. I knew I didn’t like him.” Cleo spits out.

You ignored her threats and focused on the task at hand. “We need to get to Churchill Downs now and tell Jack what’s going on before Ben comes back from visiting his family in California. And before you say what I think you’re about to say, yes, he’s in California for sure. My doctor cleared it so I dropped him off at the airport yesterday and he posted on his Instagram story from Cali this morning. We’ll get Jack’s lawyers on it and bury these bitches and their fuckass baby.”

You covered your mouth after you spoke to stifle a laugh. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t say bad things about an unborn child, they have nothing to do with this.”

Cleo sighs, “fuck them and fuck that baby. I do not care.”

The two of you erupted with laughter, until you were reminded of reality. “How did I forgive the cheating the first time? Back when I thought that he cheated I mean.”

“It took a minute and emotions were high but you did agree to give each other space and your relationship was pretty much hanging in the balance.” She sniffs a little. “There were a lot of tears shed and a lot of honest conversations. But at the end of the day Jack’s story from that night was just full of holes. He had no memory of sleeping with the girl and he’s too powerful and influential of a figure to put himself in such a compromising position and deep down I think you knew that. He might have gotten too comfortable with another woman who just caught him at his worst but I don’t actually think that you thought for a second that he would cheat on you. You were more upset about fighting with him.”

Oh yes, the fight. Another thing you were still trying to piece together. One battle at a time, you tried to remind yourself.

You had to practically run around Churchill Downs in order to keep up with Cleo’s long strides. She’d been waiting for the moment that you and Ben ended things and you knew she is and always will be team Jack. His assistant Sadie was sitting at her desk with a weird look on her face.

“Mr. Harlow is out of the office until next week. And he also told me that he did not want to see either of you. So I suggest you move along.” She gave the two of you a smirk, her condescending tone would have bothered you had it not been for the mission you were currently on.

“Well can you tell him that we need to speak to him…it’s an emergency.” Cleo demanded, urging Sadie to pick up the office phone after she rolled her eyes. It rang a few times before the woman relayed the message, waiting patiently on the line for a response.

There was that smug ass look again. “He asked if it was work related.”

You and Cleo looked at each other before she spoke, “um, not exactly. But—”

“If it’s not work related then he says there’s nothing for you to talk about. Please shut the door on your way out ladies, have a wonderful rest of your day.”

Cleo mocked her and they stared each other down as you walked out the door to figure out your next move. You immediately called Jack on your phone. There were a few rings and then a busy signal. Cleo tried on her phone and was met with the same results.

He had blocked the both of you.

“You did tell him to forget you. This is definitely a solid way of doing it.” Your best friend tries to reason. This whole thing was all your fault and now you had to find a way to fix it.

“We need to take care of this ourselves then,” you began as you walked back to her car, more determined than ever.

Cleo started driving off with a confused look on her face, the last few hours had really blown her mind. “We already have all the files from Reed and the video footage from the room. It’s a pretty clear cut case of extortion, what else is there for us to do?”

“We have pictures of Quinn, pictures of Jack and pictures of them together. Then we have pictures of Ben and Quinn together and a weird video from a hotel room that was likely not legal activity and will probably not be admissible in court. It’s pretty much their word against mine and all they have to say is that I’m mentally incompetent because of my brain injury. And now that Jack is out, I have no solid leg to stand on or a team of powerful lawyers at my disposal.”

She let out a groan and a deep sigh, you were right. “So what the hell are we going to do?”

“I’m going to get Ben to confess. Pretend to be on his side and use whatever feelings he has, real or not against him. He faked it with me for months, I can do it for a few hours. And I have time to prepare. In the meantime, I need to focus on recovering memories.” You walked back into your apartment and pulled out a journal in your desk drawer. “Everything that I know so far has gone in here, I’m going to put all of the pieces together from this and put it on my laptop so I have it all laid out in front of me.”

“They messed with the wrong bitch, I love it. I will let you get to work and I will figure out how to build a solid case and get exactly what we need.” You hugged her, thanking her for everything. “I love you, you know I got you…always. We’re going to make them regret ever doing this to you and Jack, okay?”

“Okay. And I love you too, always.” Cleo locked the door behind her and you got to work.

A few months earlier…

Finding a work-life balance was becoming more of a struggle. There was work y/n who was early to every meeting and knew the history of the company like the back of her hand as well as having a clear cut vision for the expansion of Churchill Downs Inc. in the future. Then there was home y/n, who had been adjusting to living with her boyfriend full-time and figuring out how their lives actually worked together. Like who was doing the dishes at night and little shit that really didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things but was suddenly super important. And then there was Jack Harlow’s girlfriend y/n, the public figure who everyone wanted to dissect…all the fucking time. It was slowly killing you and your boyfriend couldn’t see that.

“I just don’t understand why you can’t come to one more event this week. The mayor will be there and all of these people that I need to get cozy with so I can continue to have their respect. It’s gonna look kind of ridiculous if I show up there without you.”

It felt like you’d been having very similar little arguments all month and this was just the final straw. “There is no just. It’s always going to be ‘one more thing’ and I’m tired of being paraded around as just the girl on your arm. I’m your Director of Operations, I present in front of the Board of Directors once a month,” you paused to collect yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose with a sigh, “Jack I need to be respected at work. Not just be the girlfriend who slept her way to the top.”

“Nobody is saying that about you.” He says, sounding exasperated.

“They don’t have to. It’s written all over their faces. And when I nod and smile like I’m supposed to? Everyone keeps looking at me like I’m this ungrateful bitch. Like you’re some grand prize that I won and I’m supposed to sit there and celebrate. I’ve lived an entire life without you and now I’m just supposed to live the rest of my life for you? Fuck no.”

Jack shakes his head, “maybe sometimes you can just pretend that I am the fucking prize! Not everything has to be this huge fucking deal, I just need you to do this one thing for me, take a few stupid pictures and we’ll come home and relax.”

“You don’t get it because this has been your entire life. My god, you have no idea the pressure that I’m under because I spend so much time reassuring you that you’re doing amazing and that you’ve earned everything you have, but where’s my reassurance? I don’t want fucking extravagant gifts all the time. I want my partner to see for who I am, fuck the optics.”

Love is hard sometimes. But you don’t fight for something—someone this hard unless you love the shit out of them. That’s what the fight was about. Two people who are experiencing opposite sides of a very public relationship while simultaneously trying to keep the company they love afloat. Sounds melodramatic when you really sit and think about it but when emotions are running high and you mix business with pleasure, things are bound to get messy. But then you take a step back, realize that no fight is worth losing the love that you worked so hard to nurture and then everything just kind of falls back into place. You woke up from that memory recognizing that things really were so much simpler than you thought. You and Jack had a normal, loving relationship and when there were inevitable disagreements, you communicated through them and found your way back to each other. Nothing that happened between the two of you was actually life altering, except the time you were living in now.

Suddenly needing some comfort from him, you went back through some of your old texts. Jack was cracking jokes of course and you delivered witty responses. There were days when he was out of town and would text you just to tell you he loved and missed you. But there were things in there that he said that felt so familiar.

Everything about you makes me want to be better, try harder, do more.

God, you’re the most powerful woman I know. I can’t get enough of you.

You laughed to yourself, out loud in the living room. These were all things Ben had said to you. Everything you thought you liked about him actually came from the person you were trying so hard to let go of. You pulled out your laptop to put in a new entry to include in your timeline of events.

Dear Computer Diary,

I have been dating Jack the entire time.

Five days later…

Jack was hiding out in his parent’s house ever since he got back from New York. He couldn’t keep going back to that big, empty house alone for another night. Fuck that. All he wanted to do was eat his feelings and for everyone to stop asking him if he was okay. So that’s what he’d been doing…the last three days.

His mom barged into the guest house early in the morning on day four of his personal retreat. “Sweetheart, you can’t keep going like this. It’s depressing.” Maggie sighs.

“Can’t I just mourn my relationship in the comfort of my childhood home in peace? What’s so wrong about that?” He willed himself not to cry. Not this time. Not again.

“What’s wrong is that my son is willingly letting the most important person in his life walk away without a fight. Since when do you do that?”

He laid his head in her lap as she ran his fingers through his hair and it made him feel like a kid again. Safe, cared for and protected from the harshness of the world. “I don’t want to fight for someone who has specifically asked me not to. Getting kind of tired of having the door slammed in my face over and over.”

“Honey, what you and y/n have? That shit doesn’t just grow on trees or fall out of the sky. It's the kind of love that takes work, you cultivated and watered it carefully for so many years. And now you’re ready to just…throw it all away?”

Jack knew his mom had a point. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying…” she gave him room so he could sit up and look her in the eye, “you took a backseat. Moved at her pace which was sweet and admirable. But you showed her friendship, you didn’t show her romance. You didn’t show her love. You placed her in situations to stimulate her memories. And instead of actively pursuing her as who she is now, you tried to get her to be the person she doesn’t remember she was.”

She was right, he had been so focused on getting you to remember what was, that he didn’t even appreciate what is. He knew you were placing so much pressure on yourself to hurry up and recover and get back to normal that he hadn’t realized his part in it. And when you ran away from your pain in a frenzy…he let you go out of the immense hurt the two of you had been causing each other. He felt those familiar tears brimming his eyes and his mom gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead, giving him some time to himself. It was a quick cry, just so he could get that final weight off his shoulders. After he collected himself, he grabbed his phone and knew exactly who to call.

“Urb? Hey. Yeah I’m good bro, I’m good. Listen, I need your help with something. Can we meet somewhere in two hours? All right brother, I’ll see you there.”

They had some fucking work to do.

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My Idiot

Sarah Cameron x GN!Reader

Summary: You were the definition of a himbo, and Sarah loved you for it.

Warnings: just fluff, R being loveably dumb

Word Count: 630

A/N: Just a little blurb for my bae, Sarah Cameron.

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When Sarah first laid eyes on you, she knew she was in love. You were smoking a blunt with JJ, before you got up on a rock and announced that you were going to do a backflip. Kiara talked you down, but she later found out that you could actually do a flip, just not in your incapacitated state. You were the definition of a himbo, and alongside JJ, the two of you committed many stupid acts that never failed to make Sarah fall for you more.

The first date you went on, you didn’t know what kind of flowers she liked so you went out and picked 10 different kinds, including two varieties of weeds that you thought looked pretty. She thought you were adorable, and she kissed you at the end of the date.

Now, you had been dating for almost a year, and Sarah couldn’t be happier. She wasn’t used to being in a relationship for so long, but you made her feel so comfortable and open that she never even considered hiding her fears and trust issues from you. She wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, which was how she ended up in confusion on the phone with you.

“You’re doing what?!” She hears you grunt through the phone, as you are clearly exerting yourself on the other end. “I’m playing baseball with a golf club. Wanna swing by? Ha! Didn’t mean to make a pun.” Sarah begins to pace, confused by you as per usual. “How are you talking to me if you’re playing baseball?” She hears you make contact with what she assumes is a baseball. “I’m wearing my earbuds. So, you gonna come?” Sarah sighs before hopping into her car and driving towards where she knows you’re going to be.

When she pulls up, she sees JJ sitting on top of a fence, and true to your word, there you are swinging a golf club at baseballs getting fired out of a pitching machine. JJ called out to her, yelling, “Hey, Sarah! Over here!” His exclamation and your girlfriend's arrival distracted you long enough for a baseball to be launched at you, making it so that when you turned to wave at Sarah, it made solid contact with your back.

The impact causes you to stumble forward, exclaiming, “Motherfucker,” You then turn to JJ and gesture towards the pitching machine. “Jayje. Turn that damn thing off.” The blonde boy salutes before hopping off of the fence and jogging towards it, and you jog towards a bemused Sarah.

“Hey, babe!” You stop right in front of your girlfriend, who quickly turns you around to look you over. “Are you okay? That ball hit you pretty hard.” You shrug your shoulders, grinning down at Sarah. “Nah. I’m all good! Fit as a fiddle, and all that shit. Now, Jayje and I have been testing different bats and things to see how they would hold up against a baseball. You wouldn’t, by chance, have a spare wiffle ball bat? Turns out, if you launch a baseball at one at high speed, they break! It’s pretty crazy.”

With anyone else, she would have thought that they were messing with her, but you were different. She could tell when you were screwing around and when you were being serious, and right now, you were fully serious. Sarah can’t help but grab your neck and pull you down into a heated kiss, causing JJ to whistle and whoop before turning away respectfully.

Between kisses, Sarah mumbles, “God, you’re an idiot,” against your lips. You laugh softly before slowing down the kisses and giving her one last sweet one. “But I’m your idiot.” She grins and smiles up at you, nodding her head. “You’re my idiot.”

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I'm Sorry, Ma'am

A Bradley Bradshaw x Reader Oneshot

Annnd we have a winner! Thanks to everyone who participated in the poll! Summary: Your date is going so poorly that Bradley Bradshaw simply must intervene. Title based off of my favorite line from this oneshot.

Warnings: Language, Protective Rooster being hot, flirty Rooster, suggestive language.

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^^ This is how I picture Bradley looking at your date like, "Is this guy serious?"

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You twirl your straw in your drink and sigh, checking your watch. The watch face laughs at you as it shows 7:45. Your date is fifteen minutes late and your cocktail is starting to water down as the ice melts.

It wasn't your idea to go on another Hinge date. Your best friend forced you into it after you moped about being the only single friend in the group these days.

This date was the third of the week, if you were going to do something, you were going to do it full force. And, if anything, the more terrible dates would serve as even more evidence that the apps were bogus. Whenever you tried to bring up this point, your friends simply rolled their eyes and called you picky.

You look up from your drink when you see a man walk in, dress pants tight on his form, and a white button down tucked in. Hmm, maybe this won't be as bad.

You refer to your phone discretely to match his face to the app profile and let out a breath of relief: he was actually pretty hot. He nods in your direction, shrugging out of his suit coat and walking towards your table.

"Sorry I'm late," He says pulling his chair out hastily and sitting down quickly, "The assholes I work with couldn't get their shit together in the last meeting I was in."

"Oh, uh, no worries," You say, trying to save the vibe from going inevitably negative.

"You should see some of these guys. Walking around like their shit doesn't stink because they have a director title on their resume." He lifts a finger for the waitress, and when she gets halfway towards him he just calls out, "Whiskey. Neat."

You cringe at his lack of manners, and simply nod. "I totally get that," you try to contribute to the conversation, "I'm also in the corporate world so, I can relate." He scoffs and reaches for his napkin, unrolling the silverware and placing it in his lap, "Trust me, it can't come close to the bullshit I put up with in investment banking." You sigh and look down at your hands, listening idly as he drones on about his job, his salary, his 2 bedroom city-view apartment, and the amount of dates he's been on in the last two weeks.

The waitress interrupts his tangent as she drops off his whiskey, (neat) and you nod when she asks if you want another round.

"At least you're pretty though," he says nodding towards you. You realize you've essentially tuned him out at this point, and his sentence catches your attention.

"Oh, um, thank you," You say, offering a half smile, already waiting for the date to be over.

"Should've seen this girl I was supposed to go on a date with last night. " He takes a sip of his whiskey, letting out an obnoxious ahh sound when it hits his tongue.

"Supposed to?" You ask, one hand rubbing self-consciously over your opposite arm.

"Oh yeah. This girl totally didn't look like the pictures. Must've been a solid 30 pounds heavier than what she posted. I took one look at her and left the restaurant before she even saw me." He looks at you as if he expects you to agree.

You don't say anything and are luckily saved by the waitress dropping off your next drink. She seems to sense your discomfort and asks if you'd like to order.

"Oh!" He says quickly, shocking you to the point where you jump a little, "Let me order for you. I love doing this."

At this point you were completely over him, and figured it wasn't worth the fight. "Okay, go for it." Your tone is dull but he doesn't seem to notice.

"I'll do the ribeye, medium rare, don't over cook it." He starts off obnoxiously and you suppress an eye roll, "And for her let's go with the chicken, sub a side salad for the rice," he winks at you and your mouth quite literally falls open.

The waitress checks for your approval and you just nod, thinking the sooner this meal ends the better.

"You look great," He compliments for the first time all night, "I knew the side salad would keep that figure where you want it," He notes, eyes skimming over your body.

You cross your arms over your middle and take a deep breath, about ready to tear this guy's head off.

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Bradley Bradshaw was waiting on Hangman. Again. Jake loved to try new places and asked him to meet him at a local spot in town after training.

"The Hard Deck's food is...well you know," He had said, and Rooster gave a knowing nod, "Let's try the new spot in town."

So here he sat, waiting on Hangman as per usual. Looking a few tables over he saw you, twirling your straw in your drink, likely waiting on someone too. Once he looked over, he had a hard time looking away. A sundress hugged your figure, your hair half up and half down and gentle curls framed your face. Bradley thought you must be the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he looked down, frowning when he read Jake's text: Held up with the mechanics. Jet's got something going on with the EWP. Be there in 25. Sorry.

Bradley rolls his eyes and orders another draft beer from the waitress, looking back over to you when he notices a man heading towards your table.

He studies your body language, you offer a small smile and he knows instantly this man isn't your boyfriend. He's baffled by the man's abrupt entrance, how he doesn't even take the time to appreciate the woman sitting across from him.

Running his hands over his service khakis, he looks around to see if anyone else in the restaurant was taking interest in you. You seemed to turn a few heads, but no one was as focused on you, on this date, as he was.

His mother always taught him it wasn't polite to eavesdrop, but Jake was late and you were beautiful. It seemed justified. Straining his ears to hear the conversation, he instantly grimaces as your discomfort level grows.

At first he had to admit, it was a little amusing. You looked downright adorable when you were annoyed. The tiny scrunch of your nose and the hard set look on your face.

But what was once amusing slowly became more alarming as Bradley heard your date say, "I knew the side salad would keep that figure where you want it."

Bradley's brow furrows as he takes in your reaction: arms crossing self-consciously, as you stare at the man across from you.

"What do you mean by that?" He hears you say, and he wants to do a fist pump in celebration of you giving this man a piece of your mind.

"Well sweetheart," Bradley's fists clench at the condescending nickname, "Let's be real, a woman in her late twenties such as yourself, needs to work harder to maintain such a great figure. Don't get upset baby, it's a compliment. You're hot."

You bristle, "Glad I have your approval there. Considering you haven't asked me a single question about myself, I can see that's all that truly matters to you."

Bradley's impressed. He's beyond impressed he's even a little...turned on?

"Hey, no need to be a bitch," The guy says, and before he can even stop himself Bradley is pushing his chair back.

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"Hey, no need to be a bitch," Your date Matt? No Nick? Whatever his dumb name is, says leaning in towards you.

"Excuse me—" A deep voice interjects before you can open your mouth and you look up in surprise.

The first thing you notice is the service khakis, tight in all the right places. You take in the tall and broad man who has approached your table and your heart skips a beat in your chest. Dark mustache, deep brown eyes, and brown hair kissed by the sun. He nearly takes your breath away. Squinting you see his name tag on the opposite pocket of his naval insignia. Bradshaw.

"Can I help you?" Your date looks up at this mystery man, bored.

"Yeah actually, you can," He says pointedly. "You can't talk to a lady like that. She's uncomfortable. And nobody wants a side salad with their chicken. That's fucked up."

You snort out a laugh and then cover your mouth as your shoulders shake. Bradshaw, as you've come to call him in your mind, looks down at you with a half smile.

"What the fuck man," Your date tries to start and Bradshaw simply holds up his hand, ignoring him.

"I'm sorry ma'am, on behalf of all men, for this one. We don't claim him."

You throw your head back as you let out another laugh, smiling and completely ignoring Matt/Nick/Whoever. "Thank you...?" You trail off, waiting for him to fill in the blanks.

"Bradley." He answers offering his hand for you to shake. Your date scoffs.

"Bradley." You finish your sentence with a smile. "You want to grab a drink?"

He smiles wider and holds his hand out once again to assist you out of your seat, "Of course. I know just the spot."

Bradley throws down some bills on his table and then leads you out of the restaurant, leaving your date in the dust. Just as he opens the front door of the restaurant for you, he bumps into another man in uniform who raises a brow.

"Change of plans, Hangman," Bradley says passing by him, his hand still clasping yours, "Got myself a very important date at the Hard Deck." You're not sure who this Hangman is, but you smile shyly when you hear him let out a low whistle followed by, "Atta boy, Bradshaw."

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once-in-a-blood-moon · 5 months

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9 Days of Solomon: Snow

Solomon x GN! reader

Summary: You and Solomon make cookies when the first snowfall hits.

AN: Ironically, it's been cold and snowing on and off all day today. So, pretty fitting if you ask me! :)

Warnings: None

It was a cold night in the Devildom, too cold to go out and do anything, so you and Solomon settled on making some cookies to keep yourselves busy. The kitchen was warm from the preheating oven, while the rest of Cocytus Hall held fires within some of its hearths to battle the cold from creeping in.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” Solomon starts again as you hear him tossing another handful of chocolate chips into his open mouth. “Because from over here, it looks like you’re struggling.”

You’re not. You are not struggling at all, actually. He knew you weren’t struggling either, but it seemed he was determined to get you to let him help you in some manner.

Taking a glance over your shoulder, you note Solomon behind you, still leaning against the counters that line the wall right where you had directed him to stand until told otherwise. He seems to be behaving himself, minus getting into the chip bag prematurely, but you figured it’s a small price to pay as long as he doesn’t assist with the actual making of the dough.

You chuckle while shaking your head, returning your attention back to the bowl. “I don’t need any help, thank you.” You crack an egg against the island top and plop the yolk into the dry ingredients. “Though you are doing a solid job at eating our chocolate chips. Our only bag, mind you.”

The sorcerer chuckles with you. “It’s better than just standing here, isn’t it?” You can tell by how his last few words sound that he’d put another handful into his mouth.

“Solomon, no more. You’re going to eat them all at this rate.”

A little sigh comes from behind you, and the bag rattles slightly as he sets it down on the counter.

“You’re no fun.”

A grin lifts the corners of your lips as you roll your eyes. A second egg is cracked and dropped into the bowl, along with a splash of vanilla extract. Your eyes peer down into the bowl, seeing all the ingredients but the chocolate chips present. With careful hands, you grab the bowl and a wooden spoon, and turn around to Solomon.

“If you want to do something so badly, you can stir. But DON’T do anything else. Okay?” You offer him a sweet smile as you hand him the bowl and spoon, which he happily takes.

“Of course. You don’t need to worry about me.” He gives you a little wink in return as he sets on stirring the mixture together. Nothing should happen… as long as you keep your eyes on him.

He’s a bit sloppy with the stirring – his dominant hand seemingly uncoordinated with the spoon as he holds the bowl awkwardly in the crook of his arm. You cringe a little at the sight of the flour being kicked up to the edge of the bowl while small hints float to the ground next to his feet, adorned in the fuzzy socks you picked out for him. But he’s trying.

Your eyes slowly trail up his form from the flour on the floor, admiring how cute he looks in his socks and pajamas. You were dressed similarly, the two of you opting to match in warm pjs to fight the cold and to look “stylish as you baked.” …His words.

Solomon flicks his concentrated eyes up to you, feeling your gaze lingering on him. “You’re staring.”

“Like you weren’t doing the same as I put the ingredients together?” You chuckle softly with a shrug. “You just look cute like this.”

Solomon’s cheeks light up in a soft pink and he makes sure to keep his eyes locked on the bowl he’s stirring in, not wanting to meet yours while he’s blushing. “Oh… well, thank you. I think you look cute all the time.”

You give a soft chuckle, feeling your own blush creep on your cheeks. It’s quiet for a few moments as Solomon’s stirring slows once the batter begins to thicken. This is mostly why you gave him this job. Thickened dough is like stirring cement and puts a beating on the arm. Plus, it made him feel like he was contributing, so win-win.

The sound of the wind catches your attention, and you feel glad to be inside where it’s warm and cozy. You glance to the window in the kitchen, seeing flurries of something flying by. Your eyes widen as you realize what it is.

You gasp softly, “Solomon, it’s snowing!”

“Hm?” Solomon looks away from his work and towards the window you’re staring at. “Oh, look at that. The first snow of the year- Hey! Wait!”

You’re already rushing out of the kitchen, wanting a personal view of the first snowfall. Your quickened steps are silent from the fuzzy socks that hold your feet snuggly as you run to the front door. The sound of Solomon hurrying to set the bowl down is heard, his own muffled feet racing to catch up to you as he calls out your name. With a yank, the door swings open allowing you to hurry under the little awning over the entrance.

Instantly, you’re met with a biting cold that invades the warmth of your pajamas and sends a shiver down your spine and goosebumps to rise. You should go inside, but the vision of white flecks pouring from the sky is too pretty to take your eyes off of, especially in the natural darkness of the Devildom. Something about it is magical. Perhaps it’s the light from the large moon glistening along the skiff that lays on the ground or the deafening silence that engulfs the scene and challenges the mind into wondering if it is truly snowing.

The door creaks further behind you, the soft pad of footsteps can hardly be heard shuffling closer to you until you feel something touch your shoulders. You tear your eyes away from the falling snow to the black fabric that hangs from your body. It’s Solomon’s coat, running its black to blue gradient towards your legs like it does when he wears it. You can even smell his familiar cologne enveloping your nostrils.

“What were you thinking? It’s too cold to go out like this.” Solomon gently scolds, reminding you slightly of a concerned mother.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to see the snow for myself.”

You smile sheepishly as he comes to stand beside you under the awning, his gaze moving from you to the snow that appears to be falling harder by the minute. It seems that he, too, is entranced by the beauty of this moment. The both of you stand silently together, enjoying the tranquility of the night.

“It is a beautiful sight. And I’m glad it’s one I can share with you.” A warm hand brushes against your cold one, and he takes it, interlocking his fingers with yours. At the feel of your frigid skin, Solomon pulls you closer to him, grabbing your other hand as he eyes you with worry. “Your hands are cold.”

He lifts your hands up to his mouth, his own cradling yours to blow warm air on them. He does this another time before placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “Let’s go inside. We can finish making our cookies and we can eat them as we watch the snow fall safely from the window.” A small grin plays on his lips. “What do you think?”

You nod. “Sounds good. As long as I can spend time with you.”

Leaning forward, you place a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away after a few moments. Both of you have goofy smiles and reddened cheeks, from both the cold and the kiss, as Solomon guides you back inside to finish your evening with warmth and love.

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