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The Bear & His Honey - Chapter 15
♡ Chapter Inspo: The Archer; Lover (TS) - 'I wake in the night I pace like a ghost the room is on fire invisible smoke and all of my heroes die all alone, help me hold onto you'
♡ Summary: Carmy helps Winnie out of a nightmare, Winnie makes dinner for them, they read together and have some fun time on the roof to end Carmy's day off.
♡ W/C: 7,764
♡ Posted Date: 03/24/2024
♡ A/N: Helloooo! As promised, Here is the twin for C14! The second half of their night in together :) I hope you enjoy!
♡ Warnings for BTC: Swearing, Domestic violence, Nightmares, Smut, panic attacks/talks of anxiety
➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡
➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡
𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒫.𝒪.𝒱. 🍯
His hand wraps tightly around my throat, gripping me so tightly that I’d have a handprint bruised into my flesh come morning. I tried everything I could to scream, my lungs and throat were burning as if I was, but absolutely no sound was coming out.
Suddenly, I was back on the couch, Carmen knelt in front of me, gently shaking my leg, looking terrified and Ms.Mendoza my neighbor softly rubbing my arm as she sat by my side on the couch.
“It’s only a bad dream nak” she said soothingly. I looked between them both with tear filled eyes.
“I’m- I’m so sorry” I shook my head, sitting up, the embarrassment washing over me when I realized I was just having a nightmare.
“No, shh, it’s ok, it’s ok sunshine” Ms.Mendoza hugs me, rubbing my hair gently. “It’s why you gave me a key” she said and I nodded, sniffling a bit.
She’d heard me having night terrors when I first moved in, she always made sure to do everything she could to wake me from them. I’d given her a key to my apartment in case of emergencies and things like this, I must have been screaming again.
“Thank you, thank you” I whisper. Carm sits on my other side, rubbing my back gently.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here” he said softly and I turn to look at him.
“Carmy- no. No. Don’t blame yourself this- these happen a lot. It’s just…it’s my ex and everything- Ms.Mendoza please go home, go relax yeah? Wheel of Fortune will be on soon” I told her, squeezing her arm gently.
She nodded and picked her key up off the table, standing carefully from the couch and grabbing her cane.
“Get a good nights rest” she cupped my cheek and Carm, being the absolute angel he is, helped her back to her apartment to be sure she got in safely, before coming back, shutting the door and locking it behind him.
I waited in the entry hall for him, and as soon as he shut the door I nearly fell in to his arms, holding him tight. “I’m so grateful you aren’t like him” I whispered into his shirt.
He holds me tight, kissing the top of my head. “I’m glad you aren’t like her.” He mumbled into my hair, stroking my back gently.
“I didn’t mean to scare you” I sniffled, closing my eyes and sighing softly.
“Y’didnt, I was scared for you, not of you” he said, the timer for the food going off suddenly and I flinched.
“ s’okay ” he said soothingly. I bit back the lump in my throat, taking deep even breaths and counting to 13.
“Sorry” I mumble and he gently wiped my cheek with the pad of his thumb.
“Don’t be” he cupped my cheek gently and nudged my chin to look up at him. “Got y’somethin, wanna see?” He gives a small shy smile.
I raise my eyebrows, a tiny smile on my lips. “Whatd’ya do Bear” I asked softly.
“Go look on the table” he nods towards the dining area that I hadn’t even paid mind to in the moment.
I turned around, gasping lightly and looking up at him as if he’d gotten me the moon on a string, a large smile adorning my face. “Oh- oh. Hm. I thought” I put a hand on my hip. “You sir” I poke his chest playfully, earning a chuckle out of him.
“Were not the - how did you put it? mmm?” I hum, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck.
“‘Mmm I forget” he teased “I just know that my honey had a hard day, and I like to make her feel good” he leaned in, kissing me sweetly and reaching down, grabbing my bum and squeezing.
I hum gently, leaning my hips in to his and pressing our chests flush, feeling how wet his hoodie was and pulling away. “Baby” I said softly, pushing down his hood and gently brushing through his hair.
He quickly takes the opportunity to kiss my neck in hot, open mouth kisses. “Hm” he hummed, his thumbs trailing up and hooking in my panties.
“You’re all wet, and cold, you’ll get sick, cmon” I said, giggling as he bites the fleshy spot between my neck and my shoulder and grumbling playfully like an animal.
“And seemingly a very hungry Bear” I said, causing him to laugh into my skin, all of my previous panic and fear melting away like snow on a spring morning.
“I am cold, but Y’re warmin’ me up” he muttered in to my neck, nuzzling his cold nose into my skin.
I kissed his jaw gently, leaving a trail of kisses next to his ear. “You can wear my comfy, you’ll look adorable” I offered, trailing my hands under his hoodie and squeezing his hips.
“The fuck is a comfy” he rests his chin on my shoulder, looking at me from the side.
I giggled at the awkward angle. “A blankey hoodie. You’re shivering, bear. I feel it. Cmon” I laced our Fingers together, kissing his icy feeling digits.
He sighed softly “fine.” He muttered as I drag him to my bedroom, tugging at his his hoodie to which he obliged by raising his arms and I pulled it off him in one swift motion.
I kissed each of his moles from his jaw to his neck, lingering on the last near his collarbone. “Don’t need a sick bear” I mused, gently running my palms up his abs.
“Y’have a drawer y’know?” I mused, opening the second to bottom drawer of my dresser swiftly, tugging out my baby pink blanket hoodie, handing it to him
“A drawer mm?” he hummed and he takes the offer of my outstretched hand to pull me into a heated kiss, running his tongue over my bottom lip like a man starved.
I giggle into his lips, opening my mouth for him and humming as I feel his tongue swipe across mine slowly, relishing in the taste of me. I sucked on his tongue gently and he moaned into my mouth, squeezing my ass and spanking me gently causing the smile on my lips to grow.
“Foods gonna burn” I said softly when I disconnected our lips, he pulls me into another kiss running his hands up my hips, squeezing roughly.
I let a squeak of discomfort out, gently disconnecting our lips. “Gentle, Bear, please” I whispered, nuzzling our noses together gently. “My hip…it’s sore, like all the time…but especially when it rains” I said softly.
He quickly eased his grip, rubbing soothingly over the ache and kissing my chin. “ ‘M’sorry baby.” He muttered, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck.
“Shh..s’okay. I-“ I swallowed thickly, “it’s me. It’s my fault” I kissed his jaw gently and I felt him sigh softly beneath my touch.
“It’s not a fault..never say that, honey” he gently runs his digits up the small of my back and drags his nails across my skin, causing me to shiver slightly beneath his touch.
“Put this on” I said softly, pushing the blanketed hoodie into his chest, pulling away. “I’m gonna go plate up dinner, mm?” I pecked his lips sweetly, holding his hand until I got to the door and gently let it go.
“Yeah..thank you- f’r..f’r cookin’ for us” he said, unfolding it and slipping it over his head.
He looked adorable just like I knew he would. The hoodie was meant to be massively oversized, so it swallowed him the same way it did me. He pushes the oversized hood down, his sandy blonde curls ruffled by the action.
“See this. I get not wearin’ pants. But y’re always wearin’ my shirts and no pants, babe. I dunno how you don’t freeze” he teased, wrapping his arms around me, gently kissing my neck.
“Mmm…What got int’you Bear” I mutter, gently weaving his curls between my fingers and he stopped for a moment as I scratch his scalp, fingers gently tracing lazy circles into my flesh.
“Why- thought y’love bein’ touched, Angel” he reached his hand underneath my heat, gently rubbing my clit between his middle and ring fingers, causing a gasp to escape my lips in lew of an answer.
I felt my knees weaken, a soft whimper leaving my lips as I leaned back into his chest, my cheek mushed into his shoulder in bliss. “Mmm? Y’don’t like it when I touch you pretty girl?” He purred in my ear, slowly circling his fingers in the way that made me whine.
My knees shook with pleasure, he must have realized because his other arm was suddenly securely locked around my waist, leaving soft supple kisses over my collarbone. “Yes-yes…b-but dinner Carmy” I whimpered, “it’s gonna burn baby, but can we- let’s keep this going after we eat, yeah?” I said softly.
He gently nips my skin, easing the ache with his tongue quickly before leaving a languid kiss over the spot. “Fine. Go get our dinner chef” he teased and I giggled a bit, kissing his nose gently before heading off into the kitchen.
He follows behind me, leaning on the counter as I bent over with the oven mits taking the dish out of the oven. “Mm. I should have you cook more often. But only if I get to watch” he mused as I set the bubbling dish on the stovetop, nudging the oven door closed with my hip.
“Why’s that? You haven’t even tried it yet” I asked, grabbing 2 plates out of the cupboard and I felt his arms around my waist, rubbing over the exposed patch of my stomach that showed when I lifted my arms to grab the dishes.
“Cause you look really good bent over an oven” he said lowly, kissing the back of my neck gently.
I giggled “what has gotten into you baby” I hum, spooning 2 tomatoes onto each plate.
“Nothin’ I just love being here with you” he said simply, playing with the elastic of my panties between his fingers.
“I think you secretly love being cared for” I said, causing him to chuckle into my skin lightly.
“Is that it?” He kisses the spot below my ear sweetly.
“Oh” I giggled, looking at him so he could see my glasses had become all fogged. He snorts a laugh, taking them off me.
“There you are. I can imagine with these cooking can be very inconvenient” said and I nodded a bit.
“Yup. But it's better then my eyes being so dry that my contact falls out into a pot of boiling water. That wasn’t fun” I laughed, turning to him and offering him his plate. “F’the best Bearfriend” I teased with a giggle.
He chuckled, taking the plate “bearfriend huh?” I opened the drawer handing him a fork and knife.
“Mmhmm! Cause you say you don’t do well at being a boyfriend, and you’re good at being a sassy bear. So, Bearfriend.” I smiled and he leaned in, kissing my lips sweetly.
“Y’cute, thank you f’dinner angel, really” he said before hissing me again. I hum happily, gently cupping his cheek.
“Of course” I said softly when I pulled away. “You should let me make stuff for you more often, it’s not fair you’re always the one cookin’” I grab my plate and sit with him at the table.
“Oh it’s not fair I do my job. It’s ok baby like I said, I love cookin’ f’you. You know you don’t have to pick stuff off the menu right? I can make you anything. It’s easy cause we have the big kitchen at work” he said and I put my glasses back on so I could see much more clearly.
“But still. I know your back hurts you. You need to be resting more” I said, cutting up my tomatoes to let them cool a little but he goes right for it. Cutting a piece and eating it even though steam was still pouring off of his plate.
“It does- but wow babe. Great job. I haven’t had this in a while. Y’don’t give y’rself enough credit, you know your way around the kitchen.” He said, causing me to blush.
“Oh stop it. You’ve eaten the best food in the world, my stuff can’t compare to that” I said, blowing on my fork before taking a bite. “But Grams recipe is really good” I agree with a proud smile.
“Mm no one’s does, baby. Those assholes…” he shook his head lightly. “It’s not even worth it. The way it tastes for the bullshit it goes into it” he said, taking another bite. “I’d eat this over that. Anytime” he said and I held his hand, gently lacing our fingers and pressing it to my lips.
“I’m glad you aren’t there anymore. They don’t deserve someone as sweet as you” I said, blush creeping into his cheeks.
“Thats why I can’t be there” he drops my hand, looking down at his plate.
I pouted a bit “how do you mean baby?” I asked softly, putting my fork down.
“I- I’m too fuckin….” He sighs deeply, tapping his leg under the table. “I-I take shit too hard like. I dunno. I’m a fuckin-“ he shook his head lightly, swallowing thickly. “It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter, Winnie.” He muttered.
“Carmy…you said it yourself. Those guys are fucking assholes. They- they hurt you. You aren’t that way, I know you don’t want to hurt people. So the fact that you care about yourself, you care about the way you’re spoken to? That sets you apart from them, baby.” I gently rub his arm. “Don’t let their stupid bullshit ruin our super awesome dinner, yeah? You’re a way better chef than them anyways.” I added, gently taking his hand again and he squeezed it.
“Thank you, baby.” His eyes met mine again and he leaned in, kissing me softly and gently cupping my chin.
When we finished dinner, he insisted on doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. ‘The cook never cleans’ he insisted, which made me giggle considering I’d found him before after closing, on his hands and knees scrubbing the grout of the kitchen with a tiny brush.
I still managed to convince him to allow me to sit on the counter, drying the dishes as he washed them. “So in school, what was your favorite class? Was it home ec? That’s what they called cooking class in my school.” I asked as I dried off one of our plates.
“Yeah, I only got it in high school though. But it was more like…the only class I was advanced in I guess? Cause they only really showed us how to do really simple shit. And alotta the other kids struggled, but I grew up in a restaurant so.” He shrugged, “liked it cause it was the only class I didn’t look like an idiot” he hands me the bowl he’d rinsed and I poke his ribs with my foot.
“Carmy. You’re like the smartest man I know. No one was that smart in high school. Also- math and science are totally hard. I was only good at English and history, and in home ec I burned pasta.” I giggled, taking the bowl and he rolls his eyes playfully.
“Yeah sure. But I see all y’r books n’ stuff. Y’re actually smart. I just. I’m smart in the kitchen, not really anywhere else. But it’s ok, cause all I need for my job is the talent I already have” he shrugged a bit, working on the dish I’d cooked the tomatoes in.
“Well you could read, y’know? I’m not smart because I read. I’m smart- well you think I’m smart - even though I don’t think I am, because I choose to read. You can read baby, very well. Cooking is a lot of reading, And you’re better at math then you think you are. Converting recipes can go really wrong and Syd says you can literally do it in your head. I know you don’t have a lot of time but why don’t we read?” I ruffle his hair playfully.
“I honestly…can’t remember the last time I actually sat and like…read. Without being forced? But uh…sure. You have any recommendations?” He asked and my face lit up.
“Really? Really? You’ll read? With me? Like- today? Together?” I asked excitedly and he looks over at me, brow raised in confusion.
“Yes? Of course baby, If it’ll make you happy then I’d love to-“ I cut him off with a deep kiss, pulling him close and curling my fingers in his hair happily, smiling into the kiss.
“Thank you, thank you. None of my friends read and I’ve been dying to just sit and read with someone” I rest my forehead on his, kissing the balls of his cheeks with short butterfly kisses.
He chuckled a bit “baby of course. I’m sorry angel we could’ve done this sooner- I didn’t know you like it that much” he said, shutting off the water since he was finished with the dishes. I wrapped my legs around him like a koala, kissing his forehead sweetly.
“It’s my favorite thing, next to you, of course. In this world currently, my favorite pass times are spending time with you and then, reading” I smiled, kissing his brow bone and he hummed, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck and kissing the skin gently.
“Wow so you get two of your favorite things t’day? What a lucky girl” he eased me forward, gently lifting me off the counter. “Where to baby?” He pecked my chin.
“The luckiest girl- To the library!” I giggled, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck and he padded over to the door, nudging it open with his hip.
“Alright. Here we are” he set me down gently and I went over to one of the shelves, gently brushing my finger over the titles as I looked over them.
“So what are you feeling baby? Somethin scary, fantasy, I have a lot of self help books, oo!” I pluck one of my favorites off the shelf. “The Body Keeps Score - this is a great one baby. I learned so much about my panic attacks and stuff from this. But I get it if you don’t wanna think about that today” I offered it to him and he took it from my hands, thumbing through the pages adorned with tabs where I’d annotated things that stuck out to me.
“What are the little flags?” He questioned, opening to one of the pages with a few of them.
“They coordinate to highlighter colors. So this one I have pink blue and green, pink means something that I like- really resonated with and it made pieces click for me. Blue is science stuff where the author explains why you feel the way you feel, and then green is stuff that I genuinely don’t understand and want to go back and research more myself. You can just ignore them I’ve read this book a lot so it’s really marked up.” I said and he nodded, looking over the back.
“Okay, yeah, I’ll do this one” he nodded.
“Perfect! Oh I’m so excited for you to read it Carmy. I really think it’ll help you, okay sooo” I tap my chin as I turned back to the shelf. “Mmm” I hum as I took out one of my books that I was still stuck in the middle of. “You’ll inspire me to keep going. I’m getting bored in this one but the beginning was really good, I’ll do this one” I said and went over to the pile of blankets and pillows on the floor in the nook of the room next to the window.
“Why are you still reading it if it sucks now?” He questioned, sitting down and leaning up against the wall. I laid down on his chest, looking up at him.
“Cause like I said- the beginning was fire. I’m just bored now because they’re doing world building. But it’s necessary for the story.” I said, opening to the page I’d left on and setting my hot pink ‘Bad Bitches are Bookworms’ bookmark on his thigh.
He huffs a laugh, my head moving at the action and I look up at him “yes?” I giggle a bit. He shook his head with a grin.
“bad bitches are bookworms- perfect bookmark for you” he pecks my lips before sitting back and opening the book to the first page.
“Yes! And you’re part of the bad bitch club now, welcome to your initiation” I joked, tucking my knees up and resting the book on my thighs as I read.
“Sorry- did you…” he started after a few moments. “Sorry- sorry..I’ll shut up sorry for interrupting” he blushed and I smiled a bit, poking his cheek.
“Ask me baby, thats the point of reading together- especially books like that, It’s easier to process with someone you trust” I said and rested rub his leg gently.
“It says- like” he cleared his throat nervously. “Did- did you- like…do you have any alcoholics in your family?” he asked and I nodded.
“My uncles, My grandpa, My Aunt Sue, she actually died from liver failure My mom was on the downward slope when I left. I don’t keep big bottles around cause I’m already genetically at risk and don’t trust myself. Why, you know an alcoholic?” I asked, resting the book on my tummy so I wouldn't lose my spot and lacing my fingers together.
“Yea- uh…Yeah..” he said, his eyes flicking back to the book, continuing to read without saying anything else.
“It’s true, what they say- one in four” I said, continuing to read my own book.
It was about 15 pages of my own book before he spoke again, “Babe-” he snorts a laugh and I look up at him “This is making me feel like more of a pussy- this whole first chapter is about guys who went to fuckin war and shit - so why am I relating to how they feel? I keep askin’ myself, what the fuck would I have done if I had to go do shit like that when I can barely handle the training I went through to be a chef?” he asks bluntly and I sit up on my elbow, looking at him.
“I relate to them, too. Their nightmares, how they feel they failed their plattoon because they survived - the part about the guy saying he refused to take pills that would eliminate his nightmares that had been plaguing him- because even though it was torture- it was the only time he got to see his brothers. His best friends. Thats how I feel about Chris. If- if…if its just- the accident, in my nightmares, or never seeing him? Ever again? I will never let him go. It’s- it’s like he said…like a gravesite almost. You’re keeping them alive even if it’s at the cost of your sanity in a way. Am I a pussy, Carmen?” I asked.
He shook his head, gently cupping my cheek and rubbing his thumb over my cheekbone. “No. No, honey. I-I get it…I get that.” he nods, “I-I dunno…I just felt bad..’cause I…” he looked down at the page he’d been reading. “This guy…he said he wants t’love his family, and he-he can’t and that’s how I felt when I came home” he said quietly, his hand dropping to his lap and nervously playing with the sleeve of the sweatshirt.
“Because- y’re probably afraid to lose them.” I held his wrist, gently squeezing. “Y’lost Mikey, and sometimes our brain tells us if we freeze everyone out and let ourselves be numb, that if there's a next time- it won't hurt so bad. Y’re protecting yourself, Carmy.” I rub his wrist soothingly.
He nods a bit, looking down at me. “I really don’t wanna lose you, Win” he said quietly, putting his book down and pulling me into his lap. I settled my knees next to his hips, sitting down comfortably on his thighs and wrapping my arms around his neck, hugging him close.
“ ‘Mnot goin’ anywhere, never ” I kiss his jaw gently and nuzzled my face in his neck. He let out a small satisfied sigh, wrapping his arms around my back and rubing slow languid strokes up and down my spine.
“I promise I’ll try to not fuck up, I really love this Win” he mumbled into my skin, leaving sweet lingering kisses on my collarbone.
“Baby, we’re both gonna fuck up. But you’ve already proven that y’re willing to push yourself to be together, that’s enough for me to not just give up and leave” I look at him, gently pushing his curls out of his eyes and combing my fingers through his hair.
His eyes fluttered shut, gently kissing my forearm when it brushed his face as I raked my nails over his scalp. “It’s…easy with you” he said softly, pushing his hands under his shirt I was wearing and ever so gently rubbing his hands over my hips.
“Whats easy baby” I asked, pressing little kisses all over his face
“Talkin’ t’you..I know thats weird- sorry” he blushed a bit and I smiled at his shyness, placing a sweet kiss to his lips.
“No, it just means were good Carmy, it’s easy to talk to you too.” I cupped his cheeks gently, kissing his browbone lightly.
“Is it-” his eyes flutter open, looking at me “Is it like…weird that I’m like…” he blushed, smiling shyly. “Kinda..turned on right now” he asked quietly and I giggled, rolling my eyes playfully.
“No, it’s so sweet baby- you like being close, theres nothing wrong with that.” I gently play with a curl at the base of his neck. “I can always go for some playtime with you especially, you ever hooked up on a roof before?” I kissed his neck with hot open mouth kisses, gently taking the skin between my teeth.
“Fuck babe- no, I-I haven’t won’t people see?” he questioned and I sat up, looking out the window.
“No- well, we like to fool around a lot so the sun will probably be down before you fuck me” I said, connecting my lips to his neck once again and running my hands up the front of the hoodie, relishing in the feeling of his muscled skin beneath my touch.
“W-what if someone comes up?” he stutters as my hand finds its way into the waistband of his sweatpants, lightly rubbing over his hardening length.
“No one goes up there, baby. It’s for maintenance the only thing up there is the water pumps and the AC shit. C’mon- wont it be fun and romantic to fuck with the sun setting behind us?” I kissed his jaw gently, rubbing my thumb over his tip clothed by his boxers, earning a hot whine from him.
“Fuck, fuck- fine, c’mon” he squeezed my ass telling me to get up and I giggled happily, Getting up and going over to my room quickly putting on sweatpants and a hoodie, Carmy comes to the room as well, slipping the pink blanket hoodie over his head and tossing it to the bed.
“What? Y’dont think its cute?” I teased and he chuckled, grabbing his plaid brown jacket and buttoning it so you couldnt tell he didn’t have a shirt on underneath.
“I’m takin’ my shirt back once I get it off you” he said, slipping his sneakers on and I put on my moccasin shoes grabbing my keys from my purse.
“And guess what, I’ll rob you back tonight when you take it off for bed” I kissed his lips on my way out of the bedroom, grabbing his hand and pulling him with me to the front door.
“It’s a win win f’me I love you wearin’ my stuff baby, it’s just when y’leave me naked, thats when it’s a problem” he teased, holding me from behind as I locked the door.
“A problem for who? I mean..you I guess if it’s cold, but every girl in this building should be thanking me - the chance of seeing you shirtless is like- a golden opportunity of eye candy” I mused, lacing our fingers together as I led him to the stairs at the end of the hall, bouncing up the 6 steps that led to the roof and pushing the door open.
He chuckled, following me up the steps. “Wow” he said softly when he saw the view of the sunset.
“Feel free to smoke, I need to” I said, pulling my little preroll tin out of my pocket and sitting down on the stone ledge of the roof, dangling my other leg off the side of the building like I usually did when I was up here.
“Woah- ok, don’t like that, honey. A strong breeze could come and knock you off” he said seriously, sitting behind me and securely wrapping his arm around my waist, causing me to laugh.
“Oh my god Carm, Sure- i’m not 5 foot but im surely over 100 pounds, i’m fine I do this all the time” I said, leaning into his chest nonetheless and resting my head on his shoulder.
He wrapped his arm around my waist after he got his cigarette lit, gently rubbing over my ribs with his palm.”Mmm’ still not feelin’ good ‘bout it. I’ll stay here, thanks” he mused, taking a drag and blowing it away from us.
“It’s nice up here, quiet” he said after a few beats of silence, squeezing my side gently.
I nodded a bit against his shoulder, taking a drag of my preroll. “Favorite part about spring is the sun sets at 8, so I come up here after dinner and will read until its too dark. It’s what sold me on this place, even though I can hardly afford it. Fuckin’ therapy and shit“ I muttered, ashing my joint over the ledge before taking another drag.
“Why? Y’boss not payin’ y’enough baby?” he questioned, rubbing over my hip gently.
“No- no…he probably pays me too much if i’m honest..the uh- the therapy? It’s like… its a special kind of therapy, but insurance doesn’t cover it, so I dump alot- most of my money into it…But its the only thing that keeps me like…sane- so. I just deal with it.” I shrugged a bit, taking another long drag.
“Well…y’can always live w’me” he kissed my neck gently and I giggled, poking his cheek.
“Carmy. You’ve known me all but a month.” I smiled, resting my hand over his that had made home on my stomach.
“Mmhmm? And?” He questions, causing me to giggle. “You can be my little decorator. I could use some help, my house is like…empty other then necessities” he chuckled into my skin and I look back at him.
“Don’t tell me you’re living like a frat boy” I teased, taking a drag. “Is that why I haven’t been over your house? Please tell me you at least have pillowcases baby” I said and he blushed, looking away.
“Ok- I do. But. They’re dirty and I took them off and haven’t washed them cause I don’t sleep in my bed” he smiled sheepishly and I laughed.
“No wonder you sleep like a brick whenever you’re over here. We need to go shopping baby, you can’t depend on me for a good night sleep. What’s gonna happen when I go to The Hamptons this summer for my Nanny Job?” I questioned and he froze, looking down at me seriously.
“Where? Wait- what?” He sits up a bit and I turned around, facing him.
“I didn’t tell you? Yeah I- I take a break off of therapy for 8 weeks during the summer to go nanny for this family. I’ve been doin’ it since like- I was 16? 17? Somethin like that. It’s like- the most money I make all year.” I said, ashing my joint.
“When do you leave?” He questioned, grabbing my other hand and lacing our fingers together.
“May 20th, I come back July 15 because they do this summer camp thing until August before school. I’m sorry baby…I’ve been doin’ it for so long I guess I forgot to mention it.” I said, rubbing the back of his hand gently.
“Y’really leavin baby? F’r…8 whole weeks? That’s- that’s too long.” He pouted a bit, squeezing my hand.
“Mmhmm. 8 whole weeks. I think it’ll be good, missin’ eachother isn’t all bad. Just think of how good the sex will be when I come home. And now nice it’ll feel to cuddle again.” I kiss his lips gently.
“Well now I’m gonna be sad” he wrapped his arms around me, kissing my jaw. “How can I enjoy this time with you I feel like there’s a fuckin…a fuckin’ timer over my head now. What if you…” he sighs softly. “What if you meet someone there?” He mutters and I smiled a bit, putting out the butt of my joint on the stone and getting up, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him into my chest.
“Baby I’m gonna be counting the days to come back to my best bearfriend ever. I’m not gonna have eyes for anyone else, promise” I said and he flicked the rest of his cigarette off the roof, wrapping his strong biceps around my thighs and lifting me up causing me to giggle.
“How am I gonna manage t’remember to take a break without you honey” he wraps my legs around his hips, resting me against the brick wall and kissing my jaw, nipping gently.
I hum happily, resting my head back and eyes fluttering shut. “Well for starts, don’t think y’getting rid of me, I’ll be calling and we’ll be talking same time we hang out.” I gently scratch his scalp with my nails earning a satisfied soft moan from him.
“I was hoping so, and what am I gonna do not being able to play with these f’what. 2 months?” he pushes my hoodie up, exposing my breasts to the chilly evening air, causing my nipples to perk up.
“You have an imagination Carm- oh god” I breathe out, my eyes fluttering shut as he flicks his tongue over my nipple, gently kissing over the sensitive bud, playing with my jewelry with his tongue before taking it in between his teeth and tugging gently.
I whine out, my back arching into his touch “mmm- fuck Carmy that feels so fucking good” I whine as he pulls at my nipple with his teeth, pulling away with a pop an looking up at me hotly as he flicks his tongue over the bud, every touch going straight to my core.
“God - fuck- you’re so fucking sexy” I said as he sucks more of my breast in his mouth, massaging the other with his hand angling his hips to keep me sat on the wall. “Fuck- need you Bear. The- the fuckin” I point fervently. “Shit. The ac boxes. Fuck me please” I begged, tugging his hair gently.
He gently lifted me further on his hips, walking over to them and laying me on top, pulling me to the edge and tugging my sweatpants down, “sit up” he orders and put the sweatpants under my head as a makeshift pillow when I obliged.
I laid back comfortably “y’sure baby?” He asked and I nodded.
“Always, c’mere” I rested on my elbows and connected our lips once again, opening my mouth for him and moaning a bit when I felt him drag his fingers over my now soaked panties.
“Shit baby” he muttered, holding his fingers up to where I could see they were glistening with my arousal. I took his hand, slipping his fingers in my mouth and looking up at him to gauge his reaction. I swirled my tongue around the digits, moaning softly at the taste.
“Holy fuck” he said softly, pushing his fingers further down my throat, he hummed in satisfaction when I swallowed around them, my eyes fluttering shut in bliss. “Good fuckin girl” he grumbled, pulling his fingers out and pushing my panties to the side, rubbing my clit in quick circles.
My head dropped back, foot coming up to balance on the edge to spread my legs wider. He took my foot, resting it on my shoulder and kissing my ankle as he slipped one finger in. I whine in pleasure as he curled, in search of that special spot.
“Yes- yes fuck- I’m good I’m so good- say it again Carmy” I moaned out, one hand travelling down and rubbing my clit as he added another finger, pumping his wrist faster, wet lewd squelching noises getting louder as I got wetter and wetter.
“My good girl. Y’re my good girl, angel” he said hotly in my ear, humming proudly when I writhe and squirm beneath him as he curls his fingers against my gspot, my legs beginning to shake and core tightening. “Thaaaats it honey good fuckin’ girl. Cum on my fingers princess” he mumbles into my neck, holding me up against him with his other forearm, our chests flush together as he leaves a mark on my neck.
“Ah- I’m- yes bear!” I squeak out, my eyes squeezing shut and mouth dropping in bliss as that line in my middle that had been winding higher and tighter snaps. Fireworks of pleasure shooting from my core through my legs and stomach up through my chest as he works me through my orgasm, thighs shaking and strings of swears, praises, and whines leave my lips all jumbled and slurred.
He removed his fingers, causing me to whimper at the loss of sensation, and my eyes fluttered open to see he was sucking on the 2 fingers that had just been inside of me, eyes shut in pure bliss. “Holy fuck Carmy.” I said, my core twitching at the absolutely sinful sight.
“Sorry- y’taste fuckin amazing babe.” He said and I nod in agreement.
“It’s fucking hot- can I taste? C’mere” I tug his collar and he gives me a devilish grin.
“Yeah? Y’wanna taste yourself sweet girl? Open” he said. My cheeks heat, thinking he was gonna stick his fingers in my mouth again. I shut my eyes expectantly, and moan when I felt him grab my face and a hot large drop of saliva fall onto my waiting tongue.
My eyes fluttered open, looking up at him surprised. “Sorry- should I have asked?” He blushed a bit. I closed my mouth, enjoying the taste of us both for a moment before swallowing.
“Please do that every time you eat me out. I’m on fucking fire right now, Carmy, fuck- I’ve never even thought about that holy shit. Can you do it again?” I asked, opening my mouth and looking up at him pleadingly.
He chuckled a bit, “greedy girl” he said, growing quiet for a moment as he gathers more saliva before leaning in and spitting it into my awaiting mouth. I smiled gratefully, sticking out my tongue to let him see before swallowing it happily.
“Fuck every time I think somethin’ll freak you out you prove me wrong, little weirdo” he teased and kissed me hard, I giggled into his mouth, gently tugging his curls between my fingers.
“Mm- nothin’ you could do would ever freak me out, the weirder the better” I gently push his sweatpants down enough so his cock sprung free, tip glistening with precum. “Not the only one who’s excited mm?” I teased, running my forefinger up the throbbing vein that ran underneath it- giggling a bit when it jumps at my touch. “Sensitive are we?” I teased and he pushed my shoulders so I’d lay back.
“Y’re in no position t’be teasin’ about sensitive” he pushed the head of his cock between my heat and my panties, rubbing himself through my wetness. I moaned out, realizing the platform I was laid on was the perfect height for our hips, so Carmy wouldn't have to bend at some uncomfortable looking angle.
“Oh- fuck - wow Carm- that feels fuckin amazing holy shit” my head drops back onto my sweatpants, whining as the tip of his cock runs over my clit.
“Fuck- these are fuckin’ soaked honey” he pulled my panties to the side, lining himself up and pushing the tip in. I whined out, grabbing his hand to ground myself at the stretch.
“S-so big” I whimper, my back arching and hips eagerly lifting to try and bury more of him inside of me.
“Y’can take it, my good girl- you love takin’ this cock, mmm?” he said and I laid there, already fucked dumb, jaw dropped, nodding stupidly.
“Yes- yes- i’m yours” I manage to whine out, moaning loudly when he shoves up my sweatshirt and takes my nipple into his mouth again, sucking on it roughly as he thrusts deeper into me. I clenched around him, already feeling that cord in my middle becoming tight once again. Only he could bring me to the edge this fast.
“Yeah? Y’mine baby? Mm?” He hoists my other leg onto his shoulder, holding up my hips and head falling back in bliss as he bottoms out, thrusting in to me with short hard strokes, each one the head of his cock driving into my gspot, causing my eyes to roll back and grunts of pleasure to leave my throat.
He chucked a bit, snapping his hips quicker causing me to squeak in pleasure, my back arching up harder letting out sobs of pure ecstasy. “I-I’m coming i’mcoming- fuck carmy i-ah!” I sqeak out, tears pricking my eyes as my second orgasm crashes over me, Carmen holding my hips still as he chases his own high.
“Fuck- ah- I’m s’close angel just, mmm shit-” he growls as my walls flutter around him, his thrusts becoming much sloppier and less consistent.
“Yes- yesyesyes Bear - fuck- fucking cum in me please baby” I begged, lacing our fingers together and kissing his knuckles sweetly.
He rested his forehead on mine, kissing me deeply and groaning into my mouth as he spills inside of me, getting a few more hard thrusts in as he rides his high, panting hotly, gently wrapping my leg around his waist and pushing himself deeper causing me to whine into him, sucking on his tongue gently.
We made out like that until he was fully soft, his cock eventually slipping out causing me to whine at the sudden gaping empty feeling. “That was…fuck, Bear - like every time we fuck- you impress me more” I said, causing him to chuckle as he fixed his sweatpants and grabbed mine from behind me, gently helping me into them.
“Thanks? I guess? Did I like…suck the first time er’ somethin?” he questioned, causing me to laugh a bit.
“Fuck no baby, I mean like- you’re better then I’ve ever had. I-I didn’t like…realize I had a spit kink till you did that t’me. I love it. I’m like…still thinking about it.” I blushed a bit, moving over so he could sit next to me.
“Thats a kink?” He questioned, taking his cigarettes out and lighting one, wrapping his other arm around me as he smoked.
“Mmhmm- I have a BDSM book, we should look at it together and learn some stuff. I haven't really looked at it too much, but I have a few pages dogeared for stuff I wanna try” I gently brushed his curls from infront of his eyes.
“I just thought I was a nasty fuck, I mean- I thought it was hot, like in porn- I saw this guy, he spits on his girls pussy ‘n stuff before he eats her out…I didn’t know if you’d like it- but dirty stuff is like…hot t’me I guess” he said and I smiled, resting my hand over his.
“You aren’t nasty- thats hot baby…I dunno why I never asked, what kind of porn do you like?” I rub my thumb over his fingers as he took a drag of his cigarette.
“Uh…well- real shit- they call it like.. amateur? Which feels weird t’me, but like…I don’t like scripted shit. I also don’t- Like..not in t’guys at all so I cant focus if im watching a girl get fucked if like all im seein’ is some guys dick. So- I usually watch like…girls getting of - er’ er like…getting eaten out. I dunno” he blushed, eyes fixed on the ground shyly.
“Thaats why” I giggle a bit and he looked at me, eyebrows scrunched together.
“Thats why what?” he questioned and I smile.
“You eat pussy like a fuckin champ- You must be takin’ tips without even realizing it. Really Carmy, y’re like- fuck - the way you eat pussy is insane- its..like the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen” I laughed a bit at how dramatic it sounded but it was nothing but truth.
“It’s not hard- y’just gotta pay attention is all. Can’t imagine its harder then suckin’ dick” he shrugged, taking another drag of his cigarette.
I laughed a bit, eyebrows raised. “Sucking dick is crazy work- are you kidding? Theres virtually no reward other then the sexy noises you make. Other then that, im gagging and crying and choking on your dick, my chin is covered in spit- I probably look insane” I giggled and he shook his head.
“Ok, then maybe its not as hard, but- you look hot as fuck when y’suck me off. Are you kidding me baby? When you look at me and y’re eyes are all teary- its so fuckin sexy” he pulled me into a kiss and I smiled, relishing at the taste of smoke on his tongue.
I pulled away a bit, “You’re the only guy i’ve ever like..enjoyed going down on.” I kissed his chin gently and we both looked up as the door swings open and I rolled my eyes, just my luck.
“Oh- Uh, sorry. Gotta switch over the units from heat to cool, y’guys shouldnt be sittin up there anyway” he maintenance man said and I sighed, hopping off and taking Carms hand as we passed the man.
“Careful- could be slippery over there sir” I joked, causing Carm to chuckle and squeeze my side with his hand as we walked back into the building.
➵ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡♡
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Dusk Meets Dawn at Twilight
Lucifer x moth!OC, Vésper
A/N: Fun fact: Vésper means evening star in latin.
Summary: Lucifer finds himself in a very low, vulnerable point and self isolation is all he knows. However, his trusty assistant unintentionally prevents that (I suck at summaries. I’m sorry :’))
—• TAGS/CW/TW: Angst, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, Lucifer struggling with very strong emotions, some use of non-verbal communication, crying, alludes to feather-picking, mentions of (angelic) blood, preening, Vésper isn’t good at emotions. but she’s emotionally intelligent enough, proof read, no heavy topics actually mentioned explicitly.
“Highness?” Vésper knocked tentatively at the door. Silence. She knocked again softly a couple times for good measure to make sure Lucifer hasn’t somehow not heard her. Still she was met with no answer, not a sound. Which is really odd even for his normal isolation habits, causing the moth demon to worry.
Vésper bit her bottom lip debating wether this really warranted going into the King’s quarters. Lucifer could go through bad periods of depression and bed-rotting, sure; days, weeks. But to not be seen for two entire weeks and none of the staff had spoken to him at all? Not even the work shop?
Vésper heard alarms in her head after one of the maids pointed out His Majesty’s bedroom doors were locked a few days ago. Immediately, she went to his door to find it locked just how the maid had said. Lucifer never did that, he’d avoid contact when he didn’t want it but he never locked doors or hide for this long without a word. The only thing that had kept her from trying to go in by force was that there was still shuffling heard from inside for a few days, which meant he was going about his room occasionally so understanding her King’s habits she let it be until today.
With a heavy sigh, she put her hand over the key-hole entrance reluctantly, “Your Highness, I’m coming in. I deeply apologize in advance,” she said in a raised voice ensuring he would at least be warned or be prompted to open the door willingly. After a beat of silence she concentrated a sphere of energy and bumped the lock of the door with it. Unfortunately she didn’t know any refined magic to make it smoother but she didn’t have a choice. The small blast that did minimal damage to the golden hinges while still doing the trick will have to do.
Prying the door open, just enough to take a peak inside, Vésper is greeted by darkness that her eyes quickly adjusted to. “Sir?” she tried again. Movement coming from the bed caught her eyes. She squinted at the big mass on the lavish bed, a groan followed. Quickly she entered just past the door and closing it behind her, “Sir, are you ok—“ her words cut off by a growl.
“Leave. Now,” She could recognize it’s Lucifer, despite how grovel it sounded. “I can’t do that, Majesty. You’ve been gone for two weeks,” she protests taking another step into the room. She looks around the room some more now that she could see better, realizing there’s not just an absolute mess and disarray but feathers everywhere. Red and white feathers littered across the room, even on whatever she can see of the messy bed.
A deep frown formed on her brow, about to speak again but was snapped out of her thoughts at Lucifer standing up from the bed, demonic form on full display, all 3 sets of wings spreading behind him making him look taller, puffing up to make him seem more intimidating.
“I said L̷̆͜Ȅ̴̃A̷̐̚V̵̛̈́Ḛ̵͐.̸̊̄ ̴̛̫W̴̕͝H̶̡͆Ö̶ Ǎ̮R̸E YOU TO DISOBEY YOUR ̸́́K̶͑I̓͑N̷̬̔G’S ORDERS?̵͕̈́” Lucifer lashes out, a stream a fire expanding towards the moth sinner making her tumble backwards and fall ass first. Screaming in terror she raised her arms to cover face, his outburst only missing her by a hair. She trembled in unbridled fear, eyes wide fixed on the floor not daring to look at him again.
He realized a little too late what he’d done, he tried retracting his arm back seeing his assistant in utter panic. “Shit! I’m- I’m sorry Vés I didn’t mean to—“ Lucifer stammered, his voice sounding more normal but with a shake and hints of remorse. He tried to help her up but Vésper involuntarily flinched and backed away, a small sob slipping past her lips.
“God damn it,” he whispers under his breath, taking steps back from his assistant and falling on to the floor bumping into his night stand on his way down. Lucifer groaned in frustration wrapping his wings around himself, “I’m sorry Vésper. I didn’t mean to lash out, I’m so sorry…” his voice shook with a dead tone, like he’s near tears. But she’s too shaken up to respond.
She chances a glance at him eying the feathery cocoon he’s turned himself into. She could see little trembles and shaking of his wings with each breath he took. Lucifer is clearly in a vulnerable state, once she didn’t know how to help and with the panic still present in her body it was hard to move, let alone want to get near him.
Lucifer made no more advance toward her, giving her a chance to regain her wits about her. Logically she knew he’d never hurt her but Vésper had also never seen him angry, not even his demonic form in the time she’s worked for him. It’s jarring, exactly what she expected the Devil to look like, the stuff of nightmares.
But she managed to regain composure again after a while with deep breathes distracting herself with the state of the chaotically dirty chambers. The more she looked the worse it got; not only feathers and broken belongings but specks of a smeared golden substance. Not abundantly so, but mostly on the floor at the foot of the bed and on the sheets. Small splotches she’d worry about it later.
Standing, her unsteady legs finally approach the ball of wings the King had turned himself into, “Sire…” she tried to coax sitting on her knees in front of the bundle, “It’s okay. I… I know you didn’t,” softly she spoke tryin to peek between the messy feathers. Another thing she noticed now that she is up close is that the golden liquid is on him. More specifically on his wings and tips of his finger tips.
Lucifer sat with his knees against his chest and face buried in his hands from what she could see from between the matted fluff. She sighed silently, “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”
He looked miserable and something in her hated seeing a typically goofy man like him in such a state. It made her chest tighten to see Lucifer so vulnerable and emotional, this is a different level that she’s never seen. Despite herself, a gentle hand rose hesitantly to rest atop one of the wings as a gesture of comfort.
When she felt the wing move under her touch she flinched back worried she’d crossed a line. The wing parted a bit exposing his face once again, “How did you manage to get in?” asking softly his wings dropped a bit around him.
Vésper shifted not wanting to tell him just yet, “We can worry about that later, Your Majesty,” her eyes taking in his disheveled appearance, “I care more about your well being. Are you okay? Is there anything I can assist you with? It’s been weeks, we’re all worried about you, Sir.” Lucifer adverts his glassy eyes in both shame and guilt.
Another long stretch of silence befell them. Lucifer felt weak, a little humiliated at being seen in a vulnerable position, he couldn’t bring himself to speak or meet her eyes. He really hoped she’d understand, knowing it’s a little selfish to expect her to just know. He opened up his wings a bit more and stretched out a hand for her to take not really looking at her still. Only when his gaze flicked down to his palm signaling to take it, she got the hint the second time he did it.
His hand is oddly warm, she didn’t really have expectations but it’s still surprising angelic beings have body warmth. Deep inside she wished she knew what to do, Vésper herself isn’t great at expressing her own feelings let alone deal with them from others. So she thinks back to the times her Mother would comfort her as a child, holding Vésper to her chest and knowing just what to say to ease the baby in her motherly instincts. Unfortunately she isn’t as good as her Mother with these kinds of things.
Is that even what he needed? Everyone needs a little kindness, her Mother would often tell her, everyone needs a hand to hold. The moth sinner’s thumb gently caresses at his knuckles, holding his hand delicately. This goes beyond professional boundaries, but Vésper gets the sense he’s dealing with much more than seasonal depression or just a down period. For now she’d allow the lines of professionalism to blur for the sake of her King.
It seemed to be the right thing to do because eventually Lucifer had unwrapped himself from his wings, now letting them rest at ease and his legs are less tucked against him.
Even though it feels like it’s been hours by now, at best an actual hour had passed, but despite that the scare Lucifer gave her has now dissipated, watching his inner turmoil pass over his features and voided eyes is still nagging at her. He felt so far away, his eyes not particularly focused on anything, lost in who knows how many different thoughts and emotions. Closed off. Vésper debated on a couple thoughts, words she could say to make him feel better.
She gnawed at her bottom lip with the words at the tip of her tongue eyes fixed on the hand she held. The professional bounds had already been, crossed she thought, fuck it.
“Do you need a hug?” she asked quietly, she almost hoped Lucifer didn’t actually hear her. Almost hoped he was zoned out enough.
The ex-angel blinked a couple times his head finally turning toward her, red eyes locking with the black void that are her eyes searching them for honesty. He definitely heard her, but paused to debate whether he could really accept the offer. If he could really handle it or if she really even meant it. Averting his eyes again he nodded.
Lucifer went to open his arms but Vésper pulled him up and closer to her as she stood up. She tried to follow the way her Mother comforted her, it’s the best she could think of doing. As soon as her arms wrapped around him, mindful of his wings, she rubbed his back slowly and soothingly. For a moment Lucifer stiffen at the gentle hold, a little startled at the touch he didn’t initiate himself but found himself relaxing in her arms and returning the hug.
Silence more comfortable than the last stretched over them again, very gently swaying from side to side while Vésper embraced Lucifer. It supposed to mimic the feel of being swayed in a Mother’s arms, though she’s unsure if he found it relaxing it helped her keep it together in this unfamiliar situation.
“Majesty,” She murmurs to get his attention, “Have you eaten?” He shakes his head no slightly without moving away from the embrace. “Have you taken a bath?” Again, he shakes his head. She hums in acknowledgment, “How about I go get you something to eat while you wash up?” Her tone gentle, struggling to maintain some formalities.
Lucifer is still not answering verbally but by the way his grip tightens she can tell he doesn’t want to let go.
“You can’t go this long without proper sustenance, please?” she tried again, “Besides, I need to also clean a little around here. There’s golden, sparkly splotches everywhere and on you.”
The mention of the gold liquid makes him freeze. He had forgotten about that, he only hopes you hadn’t payed too close attention to his wings in that moment. So he reluctantly let’s go avoiding eye contact, rather looking around his room at the absolute chaos. He grimaces at the gross mess and snaps his fingers, clouds of red smoke enveloping the entire room. When it dissipate everything is back in its place, floors are cleared and whatever had been broken is fixed as if nothing had even happened.
“Or… that…” She chuckles, “I’ll be right back, okay?” Lucifer only nods and heads towards a door on the other side of the room that she can only guess is his bathroom.
Taking a little longer than intended, but with practically a full food cart she returns to Lucifer’s private quarters. Knocking she warns of her arrival, “I’m coming in,” opening the door slowly and peeking to make sure she’s alright to come in. She’s greeted to the sight of the King sitting at the edge of his bed with messy damped hair undone wearing silky night attire with a duck patterned. Of course, she thinks shaking her head with the tiniest endearing smile. His wings are wrapped around him lazily again as he watches his assistant coming in.
“I don’t expect you to eat much or all of it,” She clarifies with a firm but gentle tone, “But do eat your fill. However much or little that is.”
The moth sinner rolls up to where he’s sitting and parks the cart in front of him. The first thing he goes for are the pancakes, Vésper finally relaxes since she came into the room hours ago. This is progress.
Lucifer offers by pointing at one of the plates but Vésper declines with a polite 'Thank you'. She takes a closer look at him, specifically the wings she doesn’t get to see very often. They were clean now, but still made a complete mess with askew and crooked feathers.
“Suit yourself, V,” Lucifer speaks for the first time since his earlier outburst. She grins, “Ah, and so he speaks,” she meant it as a small tease but the relief washing over her betrayed her a little making it sound like an endearing remark.
Lucifer sighs with a self-deprecating smile, “I apologize…Old habits.” The atmosphere threatens to turn tense again, “And I deeply apologize for scaring you and… almost hurting you. I really didn’t mean to,” Vésper can see the evident regret and honesty behind the apology. Except he didn’t really need to apologize, she had already forgiven him.
“You needn’t justify anything to me. If anything I should apologize. I was rude intruding in your privacy, Your Highness.”
“Lucifer,” he corrects.
“Pardon?” Vésper whips her head to look at him, eating the last bite of the pancakes.
“You might as well just call me Lucifer,” wiping his mouth with the napkin his put on his lap and sitting further up on the bed.
Vésper’s eyes widen at the scandalous suggestion, “I could never-“
Lucifer interrupts her, “You can. Your Kings says so,” a shit eating grin spreads across his face. How does she forget this man embodies the sin of Pride?
She sighs reluctantly, but still avoids saying his name, “As you wish,” is all she replies. He looks damn satisfied with himself, and she can’t even be bothered by the little antics being she’s more at ease that some of his usual personality is back.
With a deep inhale of air Vésper stands fixing her clothes and adjusting her neat attire. She rolls her shoulders slightly and stretching her own wings to ease the tension from the muscles due to the anxiety she had experienced most of the day. “Some rest is in order, yes?” She asks in her more formal tone looking at Lucifer expectantly. His smile falters and there’s visible disappointment in his eyes.
“You’re leaving?” What he wanted to ask is if she could stay, but being more aware of himself and senses more alert his pride didn’t allow him to ask so outwardly. He’d let his guard down enough for a life time, but the sinking loneliness is winning out. Feeling consumed by a darkness he’s barely escaping Lucifer craves company so excruciatingly bad.
She also sensed it, even without knowing much about him it’s palpable. It just takes a little bit of empathy to realize he’s not doing well and he desperately needs something or someone to ground him in these trying times. She takes a glance at the window, bright red sky now a dark auburn indicating it’s late night. “I’m interested in you getting a full night’s rest. If my presence helps, I’ll stay if you so wish it,” Vésper offers. Meeting in the middle, she supposes in her head.
“Yes,” Lucifer nods, “Please.”
Vésper sat back down where she had been previously. However, Lucifer didn’t immediately tuck himself under the covers, instead stretched his wings in front of him. Slowly and delicately his clawed fingers started at the tip of his wings to take care of the messy feathers.
The sinner tried not to stare too deadpan at the King casually preening his expansive wings. Which now that she could take a better look at them, even in the dim light they seem to sparkle beautifully like freshly fallen snow. Or stars. Then she remembered he’s the morning-star.
She wonder how heavy 3 sets of wings are on his back, specially when all 6 of them are taller than he is.
She looked away closing her eyes briefly, feeling so unbecoming of shamelessly gawking. Even if he is right in front of her but it’s such a rare sight to behold it’s hard to not look. She glanced back again to see Lucifer struggling to comfortably reach the feather back rows. Without thinking before speaking she asked, “Require some assistance?” Lucifer looked at her pausing all his movements. Realizing what she said she wanted to disintegrate in that moment but she remained composed despite the embarrassment rising hot up her spine.
“Uh…” he blinked a few times, eyes looking between his wings and her, “You know what, fuck it sure. Just um… Be careful.” Lucifer shifted his position, showing his back to her. He laid out a singular wing out while tucking the other ones in. “It’s easier to do it with your index and thumb uh…” he makes the gestures as he explains, “And straighten it in the right direction.”
Vésper nods. Easy enough she tells herself. She gets to work as best as she can how he had indicated her, she wasn’t half bad just slower than he is and much gentler. Which he welcomed, he found it endearing how careful she’s being and Lucifer lets her find a rhythm on her own. Vésper has never touched something so soft in her entire life completely enthralled she stops herself from petting rather than preening. His feather puff and shake every so often to keep the feathers organized.
Lucifer thought she’d only help with the ones he had a harder time reaching but Vésper continued to the next wing row by row. She found more confidence to speed up and let herself concentrate, kinda forgetting who she’s doing this for. There’s an unspoken intimacy they both pointedly ignore while she continued.
For once, Vésper was tired of the silence deciding to break it, “Even if they’re right in front of me, under my fingertips I still can’t fathom how gorgeous they are,” she said warmly continuing to the next row.
She heard Lucifer chuckle, “Pure divine, heavenly beauty,” However, the tone of his voice was less cheerful this time. Like longing. “Sometimes they feel like a heavy burden, though.” Vésper is taken aback by the confession, “Now they just feel like a cruel reminder of what I use to be and what was taken away from me. Of the failure I am.”
Bitterness tinted his words with a strong mix of regret. Vésper was about to speak again when she realized his shoulders had begun to shake, so she stopped the preening instead resting a hand on his shoulder. That’s when she heard it, small sobs falling from him with tears cascading down his face. The sight absolutely broke Vésper, the usually confident facade completely torn away, his air of arrogance he carried everywhere he went completely gone. Instead there’s a shell of a man that he keeps tucked away most days and in front of anyone left.
She did the only thing she knew to do, making Lucifer turn around to face her. He wanted to protest by bringing his wings around himself protectively. However, she didn’t allow him, pressing him into another hug and bringing him to her chest she patted his soft blonde locks.
“They’re part of you, but they don’t define you. Nor does where you come from,” She spoke barely above a whisper, “You are Lucifer Morningstar; the most powerful being in all of Hell and supreme ruler. You are not a failure.”
It was like a dam that had been sealed for millennia broke loose in that moment. Lucifer sobbed and shook in her arms, emotions completely overwhelming his being. His grip tightened around her assistant, sometimes tight enough to make it hard to breathe, not mentioning it she just comforted him through it. Years, upon years of suppressed emotions came crashing down at once and there was no closing the faucet until it dried out.
No words were spoken for a long while as she held the crying King, serving as a physical anchor and solace. Broken sobs one after another broke Vésper’s heart into a million pieces. She’s never heard so much pain coming from one person and she couldn’t help but hurt for him. A few tears also running down her face before she quickly wiped them away.
“Let it all out… I’m here…” she comforted. She tried with gentle affirmations, soft reassurances and there somehow wanting to find the right combination of words that would ease the immense pain. She knew she wouldn’t, yet still tried. He bagan to apologize profusely but she only shush him and encouraged him to hold her as long as he needed. This back and forth continued until he managed to fall asleep.
She guessed the exhaustion caught up to him once morning came because once the sobs had stopped, Lucifer was out cold. She struggled to unravel herself from him without waking him, but Vésper managed to get him laid down. She went to stand a hand tighten around hers. Lucifer is still dead asleep, and even unconscious he didn’t let her go.
She smiled softly leaving her hand in his, pulling up a chair by the edge of the bed where she would remain until he woke up again. Sleeping half sitting and leaned over the mattress will have her body aching later but she couldn’t bring herself to leave. So she justified herself with the excuse that the King had requested that she stay.
A/N: ow this one took a really heavy toll on me :’) ngl i got a little emotional while writing it. funny how i spent a few days working on two smutty shots just to write this in a couple hours. i ended up finishing this one first so here it goes.
btw ! Vésper up to this point in time where this story takes place she had never seen Angelic blood nor did she know angels bled at all.
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What’s up. I too have gotten hooked on Black Butler. After 3 years of not being in the fandom anymore. I have a fanfic idea for you.It’s a Ciel x reader so it’s going to be more on the angst side but still fluffy and funny if you look at it from an angle. It’s Ciel. C’mon.
So basically the reader is very similar to him. Being that she also has intense trauma and is extremely stoic and cold. On the other hand she’s also considered eerie and ominous looking. Soon Ciel after a while starts having feeling for the reader, he sees her as someone who understands him completely and fully. Ciel starts showing that he’s interested in being in a more intimate relationship with the reader other then just being partners. The reader of course rejects all these moves even though she also likes him, not only because he’s engaged but because she knows he’s a manipulator. After a long time of driving Sebastian insane with the pinning and rejecting, Lizzy finds out about Ciel’s feelings for the reader and confronts both of them. She’s lightly bitterly and is crying at first but she does want Ciel to be happy and is good friends with the reader (and she’s an Angel) so she doesn’t hold him back. Now the reader and Ciel are in a situation where they can show there feeling for each other freely but have no idea where to start.
Just so that you have a small reference to what I mean by a stoic and eerie looking reader I have a drawing of my Black Butler OC that you can take notes from (you don’t have to just here if you want lmfao)
Thank you, hopefully it’s not too long or complicated. You don’t have to write this if you don’t feel comfortable enough just tell me if you’re not going to write it or not. Have a good day!
Troubled Love - Ciel Phantomhive
A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! This is a long one that I wanted to take time on and work on when I felt like I could write this to the best of my ability. First of all, your drawing is ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!!! I’m literally in love with it! I hope this turned out ok! I also completely skipped over the part where the reader is an angel and didn’t see it until I finished this, so I hope it’s ok that I left that bit out. Let me know if you’d like me to rewrite this properly <3
Warning/s: mentions of night terrors, mentions of panic attacks (no descriptions)
You had met the Earl Phantomhive around the time his parents had passed. You had met the Phantomhive through the grapevine of the Queen’s ‘guard dogs’, and didn’t really get to know the young boy until he returned, demon butler by his side. It was then the two of you were paired for missions. The Queen saw similarities between the two of you, and thought it would be well for you to become friends with the Earl.
You see, due to your past, you weren’t the most sociable person out there. You preferred to keep to yourself, and refrained from interacting with others as much as you could. It played in your favor that most feared you, both due to your reputation with the queen as well as the way you presented yourself. It was almost as if no one could touch you.
Until you officially met Ciel. The two of you worked well together. What you lacked in skill and intelligence, he made up for, and vice versa. It also helped that Sebastian was there. In fact, the demon butler and his master took a liking to you, even going as far as inviting you to stay at the Estate when they learned that you didn’t have an official residence. You agreed hesitantly. While you were comfortable around the two, you couldn’t bear the thought of being vulnerable around them. You were traumatized at a young age, leaving you plagued with nightmares and flashbacks from time to time. Opening yourself up to Ciel was a huge step for you, one you were unsure how to handle.
Ciel, on the other hand, was ecstatic. He’d never admit it, partially due to his personality and partially due to his engagement to Lizzy, but the Earl had begun developing feelings for you. It was more than a petty middle school crush that other boys his age experienced. He had been feeling this way for quite some time now, and couldn’t quite name his emotions until he spoke of it with Sebastian. It was worth the endless teasing that lasted weeks, but Ciel had now finally realized how much he truly loved you. And now you’re going to be living with him.
Ciel was unsure of how to show his love for you without a) making it obvious, and b) letting Lizzy know. Don’t get him wrong, Ciel truly did like Lizzy and he didn’t want to do anything to hurt her, but he loved you more than her. The boy opted to spend time with you doing small things, such as reading together or just simply sitting in the same room as you as the two of you worked separately. You were hesitant of all this at first, because you were used to being alone so often, but over time you became more comfortable.
This time spent between the two of you went from silence to small chatter. Ciel would ask how your day has been, and you’d answer then return the question. It took months of living together and getting accustomed to each other’s emotions to begin discussing deeper topics. You were both severely traumatized children who never learned how to cope with said trauma. Sure, Ciel had Sebastian, but he was a demon and therefore was incapable of feeling human emotions. So he tried talking to you.
Ciel wouldn’t ever say much about the death of his family or the events that came afterwards, but he wanted to be vulnerable around you. The boy hoped that this would bring the two of you even closer, and then he’d be comfortable enough to confess his love for you. Except every time he tried to have a deep conversation, you would turn him down almost immediately. There was one week in particular when you were having vivid night terrors, causing you to get only a few hours of sleep a night. You would wake up screaming until you couldn’t anymore, and often suffered intense panic attacks afterwards. Usually Sebastian would try and help but you would only push him away, barely muttering about how you were alright and didn’t need any help.
These night terrors always woke Ciel, and after the third night he came bursting into your room in the place of Sebastian. He desperately tried to calm you down, to try and talk to you, but you refused his help. It broke his heart to see you this way, and to know that you were unwilling to accept his help hurt him even more. How could the two of you be together if you wouldn’t let him help you?
The next day during breakfast, Ciel offered to let you speak to him anytime about anything you needed. Whether it be to get something off of your chest, or just to rant about anything, he would be there for you. You weren’t sure how you felt about his offer, so you only nodded and took a bite of your food.
The Earl Phantomhive invited you on an afternoon walk after dinner. At first you hesitantly agreed, only because Sebastian would be following closely. Yet once you saw the extravagant clothing the boy was wearing, you quickly retreated back to your room and feigned illness. It took some convincing, but Ciel finally left you to ‘recover’. In reality, you curled up on the floor, leaning against the door as you silently cried to yourself.
You were so torn between your emotions. It was blatantly obvious that Ciel saw you as more than just a friend, and he wanted to take your relationship to the next level. You wondered if your own emotions were just as easy to see. You wouldn’t admit it just yet, but you were beginning to fall for Ciel yourself. Although you hadn’t opened up much to the boy, it was easy to feel comfortable and see him. The two of you shared similar pasts, and you hadn’t met anyone else that made you feel as safe and comfortable as the Earl did.
Despite your feelings for the boy, there was one major red flag following closely behind him. Ciel was a master manipulator. It was clear as day that Ciel knew just how to act to get what he wanted, knew what to say to get his way. You weren’t even sure if he had manipulated you at some point, he was that good. Oh, and he’s also engaged.
You wanted to take Ciel up on all of his romantic gestures. You wanted to go on late night walks with him, go to balls (even though neither of you particularly enjoyed them), or even just spend the evening together almost every night of the week. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to give in to the urge.
This carried on for months. Ciel would ‘discreetly’ ask you out on small dates, and you would turn him down and most commonly retreat to your room. Once you left, Ciel’s small smile would fall and he would immediately turn to Sebastian with downcast eyes.
Sebastian was the only one Ciel could confess to at this point. He couldn’t go to Izzy, obviously, and he couldn’t go to you, so he was left with his demon butler. It was a part of their bedtime routine now. Sebastian would dress Ciel for bed, asking him about his day and his plans for the next. Ciel would grumble about paperwork before quickly changing the subject to his failed attempts of asking you out. He’d seek advice from the demon before turning in for the night.
It wasn’t until six months after Ciel’s first attempt to ask you out that Lizzy was caught in the crossfire. It wasn’t intentional, and Ciel would have never said anything if he were aware of her presence.
Lizzy had planned another surprise visit and stay at the Phantomhive Manor. She had arrived later than expected due to an extreme thunderstorm causing a delay in travel. Upon arriving at the manor, she let herself in and immediately ran to where she assumed Ciel would be in his study as her maid carried in her baggage. Lizzy quickly but silently ran to Ciel’s study, throwing open the door.
“Ciel!” she squealed in the highest pitch her voice could achieve. “Supri– oh.” Lizzy frowned slightly when she noticed the empty room. It looked as though Ciel hadn’t been there in a while. Shaking her head, the girl grinned widely yet again when she could hear faint voices coming from down the hall. Upon further expectation, she realized the voices were coming from the library.
Elizabeth wasted no time in bursting into the room rather loudly, causing you and Ciel to quite literally jump out of your seats with fear. Ciel’s hand even ghosted over the firearm he had tucked into his boot.
“Ciel!” Lizzy squeals again. She runs over to the two of you, about to tackle the poor boy in a hug before realizing what was going on between the two of you.
You had to admit, this wasn’t the ideal position to see your fiance and your best friend in. It wasn't anything too terrible, but it could definitely raise some questions. You were practically laying in Ciel’s lap, your legs draped over his as your head rested against his shoulder. A book rested against your legs where Ciel was reading to you a mere moment ago. You both were dressed in your night clothes, and overall this was a very rare sight of Ciel.
Lizzy’s smile immediately dropped to a deep frown, her bright green eyes welling with tears. “Y/N? Ciel? What’s going on?”
You jumped out of Ciel’s lap and to the other side of the couch. Your heart was beating out of your chest, fear coursing through your veins. This is exactly why you never wanted to act on your feelings for Ciel, for fear of ruining not only his relationship with Lizzy, but also your own.
“Lizzy,” Ciel says quickly, standing and tossing the forgotten book onto the couch. He tried to reach out to the girl but she only took a step back and wiped at her eyes.
“I should have seen it coming,” she chokes through a broken cry. “I knew this day would come.” It takes a moment for Lizzy to calm herself down, but she wipes the last of her tears away as Ciel tries to comfort her.
“It’s ok,” she cuts him off from his senseless babbling, pushing his outstretched arms away. “I’ve known for a long time that this day would come.” Glossy green eyes met your e/c ones as she smiled softly. “I can see how much the two of you love each other,” she confesses. “And as much as I love the two of you, I can’t bear knowing I am what is keeping you from being together.” Lizzy’s gaze shifted to her fiance. “I love you Ciel. So much that I want you to be happy.” Her warm hands slowly reached for his own, giving them a gentle squeeze. “So I’m ending our engagement.” Pressing one last kiss against Ciel’s cheek, Lizzy let go.
“I can only hope the best for the two of you.” Just like that, she was gone.
You and Ciel couldn’t bear to look at each other, let alone speak. You weren’t sure how to feel. You finally had the freedom to be with the man you were learning to love, yet at what cost? Did you just lose your best friend? What do you know? Ciel was asking himself the same questions. But it didn’t take long for him to drop beside you back on the couch, slowly turning to you.
“What do we do now?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“I don’t know,” Ciel confessed. “To be honest, I think I need some time to process this.”
You nodded, then stood quickly. “Of course, I understand.” You retreated back to your bedroom as soon as possible, diving under the covers and staring at the ceiling. You were finally free to express your love for Ciel, yet unsure what the next steps were. It was going to take time to figure out your relationship status with the Earl, and what to do next, but it will be worth the wait.
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OK, more Rakha adventures. I'm kind of torn on what to do next here.
I'd honestly really like to take her down to the teahouse to deal with Ethel because I'm intrigued by the weirdly positive conversation they had in the refugee camp, but Ethel is still several levels above us. Same with the other thing Rakha is most interested in at present, which is going to kill the fake paladins chasing Karlach.
So I think our best bet is to clear out the blighted village and head straight for the goblins in the temple right now, and then circle back to everything else.
And the first thing we run into in wandering the village iiiiiiis...
Poor old Barcus.
Not a scene Rakha is easily able to parse at a glance. Several goblins, calling up mockingly at another creature - equal size, with grey-blue skin - tied to the enormous windmill in front of them and screaming as it spins.
One of the goblins looks over with a nasty smile as Rakha approaches.
"Look what we got here! Another little birdie wantin' to fly!"
"Stop this thiiiiiiiiiing!" screams the creature on the windmill with abject panic.
The goblin laughs gleefully. "Yehehehehe - flap those wings some more an' I'll feed you a worm!" he crows. His eyes narrow at Rakha. "An' you - hope you got a stomach for heights!"
She doesn't overly care about the tied up creature - but the goblin's mocking tone is unmistakable, as is his air of menace. Goblins, she has learned, are already an acceptable and satisfying target, and this one is making an effort right from the jump to rouse her anger.
It mocks us. Kill. Bleed. Destroy. The beast stirs excitedly.
Were she a calmer person, unburdened by the blood-hungry voice behind her eyes, she might spare a moment to wonder how this little pipsqueak intends to make good on his threat. But she is not, and suddenly all she can focus on is the clean and obvious line of his neck where the right pressure would snap--
Attack the goblins.
(A/N: I forgot that I left off yesterday having just done the other fight with the Blighted Village goblins, so Rakha had no spell slots left and charged in blindly with only cantrips. Luckily, all my most ill-advised combat choices are still perfectly in-character for her. XD Also luckily, getting Fezzerk down to low health ends the combat early.)
The battle is short and brutal; Wyll follows up with an eldritch blast on the group's leader to supplement Rakha's opening electric shock, and he folds like tissue paper.
"Stop! I give up!" the goblin yelps, scrabbling backwards out of reach of Rakha's still-glowing hands. "M-mercy! Please!"
He squirms nervously, peering up at Rakha with a desperate, pleading gaze, all the bravado gone. "I know things," he says eagerly. "If you let me live, I'll make it worth your while. I p-promise!"
Rakha hesitates. The beast is not yet sated, and won't be by anything less than this creature's blood spattered out through the dirt. But he promises knowledge. Answers. Is it possible he knows something she needs?
"Talk and you might live," she says sharply; her voice strains with the effort of holding the beast in check. "If it's worth my while."
The goblin brightens, sensing hope. "M-my lot are camped nearby!" he stammers out. "I can get you inside. No hassle! You can loot it, do whatever! There's a hidden path, p-past the bridge into the camp. Over to the side before you reach the first guards. Easy!"
Rakha's eyes narrow. Useless. This is not the information she wants - about herself, about the tadpoles, even about the Absolute these goblins apparently follow. All he offers is a way to avoid a fight.
Of all things, Rakha does not want to avoid a fight.
No mercy. Kill the goblin.
The goblin's eyes widen with a moment of pure, exhilarating terror.
"No, wait--" he starts to scream, but the words are cut off into a bubbling gurgle as Rakha's dagger, in her hand in an instant, sinks through his throat. Warm blood spills over her hand and for a moment she is conscious only of the smell of flesh and iron as everything else fades from her.
She comes back to herself kneeling at the goblin's side, staring at his corpse. The others have scattered in terror, and the only remaining sound is the windmill's implacable creaking.
Good... the beast purrs, satisfied.
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She does, in the end, let the gnome down, more for curiosity's sake than anything else.
"Urrrgh. Magga cammara... those pustulent thugs!" He squints up at her warily. "Well. Get on with it! Whatever you are."
"Get on with what?" Rakha asks, puzzled.
"You saved me," the gnome says with exaggerated patience. "Now you'll extort me. That's how this works, yes?"
Perhaps to her credit, this hadn't even occurred to Rakha. As always, the low-level simmering desire to kill still sits at the back of her mind, but taking his money wasn't even on her radar. "You owe me nothing," she says, as if confused how he came to this conclusion.
"Nothing?" the gnome says, startled.
Rakha blinks once, then again. "I... *could* extort you, if that's what you want?" she says uncertainly.
He straightens up and scowls in evident irritation. "You're teasing me now," he says. "I'm certain of it. Take my pack, if you can find it. The only reason those goblins caught me was its weight. I'll travel lightly from now on."
Teasing? Rakha had meant the comment entirely seriously. But she just shrugs and doesn't argue the matter, but turns and walks away without another word, leaving the gnome dusting himself off and muttering irritated nonsense behind her.
#bjk plays bg3 durge#rakha the dark urge#we got SO much approval out of that scene from everyone!#good job rakha!
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Hi there my mutual 💜💗 May I request of you a story where a female y/n gets hit with something during a fight that makes her just absolutely terrified of the people around her, the Avengers + Loki. She's whimper, cower, run away ect. And they have to chase her around the tower + try to convince her they aren't a threat to her.
You ask, I write! Thank you so much 💚💚💚
This one was a little tough to write tho jsjs.
*My requests are open*
Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader
Summary: Loki usually doesn't like to have blood on his hands, but when it comes to you, he throws his rational thinking overboard.
Warnings: Blood, panic, injuries. Fluff.
Loki taglist: @lokisprettygirl22 @lucky-foxface @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @el-zef @apine7 @beakami @lokiprompts @llaufeysondggerxx @ilovefanfictions
(Ignore Sylvie please)
Warming Embrace
For someone whose main skill was espionage, you had been very careless. A bad jump put you on the edge of a building and unfortunately the continuous hail of bullets shattered the sill, causing you to free fall onto the street. But you didn't feel the blow, so you assumed that your body protected you from the shock thanks to the adrenaline, in addition that you would notice the blood running down the back of your neck after the effect runs off.
Maybe that's how you managed to get back to the tower at all, seeing nothing but shapes and faint lights.
“Y/N?” a voice called you, have you heard it before? You saw a tall frame in front of you, so you backed up defensively, “Get away from me!” whoever it was tried to reach out for you, “Y/n please, what happened?” another voice called your name, “Get help she’s bleeding” there was far too many people n the room, well, shapes, out of instinct you dodged every single one of their attempts and succeeded to make your way into what you remembered to be a hallway, but to where?
The damn corridor seemed endless, but even disoriented, dizzy and very nervous, you kept running to hide behind the third door at the end of the corridor, the one that actually opened when you touched it. You closed the door hardly breathing, although feeling how your heart was perfectly out of control. Your hand placed on your chest wasn't exactly an improvement or even a temporary solution, but when your knees gave way the cold floor aroused your sensory nerves, at least you were aware of a familiar sensation, but the pain in your head was strongly present.
Not a few Avengers witnessed the screams and terror that Tony had the misfortune to see in you. Natasha was able to more or less identify the cause, or at least inferred it, she was the first to call the paramedics, however she stopped when Banner warned Loki of your condition, he ran down the hall as if the devil was chasing him.
He came raising smoke to your room but you were not there, a shrill cry gave him your location, the mere sight broke his heart in a thousand pieces.
Panic had taken over your body, you cried for not knowing what to do with yourself. because of this you touched the wound constantly, increasing the pain and your sobbing, in addition you vision was still blurred.
“Hey, hey, It’s ok, I’m Loki” You felt less threatened by the new presence, so much so that your voice immediately died down, still whimpering, “That’s it, let me help you love, I’m going to move your hand away from your wound” he gently lowered your hands off your head and motioned you forward into him, so your forehead would fall onto his shoulder gently.
One hand worked magically stitching up your wound, while the other rubbed your back, absorbing most of the pain.
“Must have been a hard blow, there’s things out of order here, allow me" his magic connected nerve after nerve, until everything clicked back to normal. “Loki?” you almost couldn’t believe it, your sense of smell came back, his cologne hit your brain like a spring breeze, refreshing and comfortable.
“Yes it’s me, don’t worry I won’t hurt you, but I need you to relax” his magic emitted cold waves that soothed the pulses that were hurting your head, his other hand still going up and down your back, “Loki, it…Hurts!” his heart shattered when your voice broke, “I know love, I’m trying to close it as fast as I can” you nuzzled your face into his neck further, your hands gripping the sides of his dress shirt.
“Shh, it’s okay, not much time now, it’s closing, hang on a little longer” he cooed, hearing a couple more whimpers before he closed the wound successfully. When the pressure of his magic was gone your body relaxed violently onto Loki, you were at the verge of passing out of relief, he noticed, acknowledging your state he took you off from the ground and into his arms, “Rest, just let go Y/n, you’re alright now” you drifted off on him, tightly hugging his neck, reason why he had you seated across his lap while he rested on the bed, his back leaning against the wall.
He didn’t minded the back pain, for as long as he had your body close, and he can hear your soft breathing, caress your hair, he memorized your perfume like the lyrics of his favorite song. You stirred on him, letting go of his neck to hug close his chest to your face, you were awake and craving physical love, that sleepy loving smile you gave him was clue enough.
He accommodated himself on the bed, pulling you to his chest on the way, “Thank you Lokes” you whispered, sneaking your hands around his waist, “My pleasure, my love” he kissed your forehead earning a happy giggle and three-hundred kitten kisses to his face, “No, seriously, thank you so much” you chirped, how happy he made you feel, your vision returned so you saw his grin grow and lighten up his face, “Funny you could reach my chambers before your own” what? You looked up and it indeed was his room, you ran blind there, must have been instinctive?
“I was out of my senses, maybe I tried every door and yours opened, coincidence only” fun fact, his doorknob was magically made, if you could open it, it was because he wanted to. “Were you looking for me, darling?” Were you? “Maybe? I don’t know, I’m glad you helped me though, it was really scary” with two fingers he brought your face closer to him and planted a kiss on your temple.
“What happened?” you nuzzled against his neck again, you remembered falling and half the trip back to the tower, so there was not much you could work with. “I hit my head on a mission, I fell” he tightening his grip on your waist, smiling in delight, on it he let a scoff slip, “What’s so funny?” you wondered a bit offended, “No, no” he alarmingly held you closer – if that was possible- trying to fix his mistake, “Sorry, the fact that you came back without your wires connected is not a matter of laugh, it’s true, but it gave me the opportunity to be like this with you” it was impossible not to smile at his charm.
His eyes wandered to his artwork with the stitching, and he started to question himself of how long would it hold, then his mind betrayed him with images of another hysteric panic attack, your blood staining the floor under you, and then… “How are you feeling, love?” his hands started trembling, you noticed, but made him believe you didn’t, “Much better, why? You gonna kick me out?” you sassed, drawing a smile on his face, “You’ll beg me to let you go” suppressed the thought of tickling you, but all he wanted was to keep seeing you smile.
“Dream on, you’re comfortable” he scoffed dramatically, “From prince, to king, to god, only to be used as a pillow” you giggled in response, “My best pillow”. You had missed his forest scent, as if he were a pine tree being embraced by a lavender vine. You had never seen him washing clothes, but his shirts were always clean, soft and aromatic, could it be a detergent? he is so warm, you knew his nature Jotnar, which surprised you, since he should be cold, but he is so warm and welcoming.
“Oh really?” he flipped you over, gently laying your head on the pillow, “Then, you’re mine too” he made sure you were okay, studying your face and body language, but as soon as you laughed and threw your arms around his neck, he relaxed.
“Whatever you say mischief” you taunted.
“Say it” he whispered with a smile, teasing eyes.
“I’m yours lokes” after a few laughs you admitted it, but you felt something off, he was constantly tensed, you noticed it in his jaw and the vein on his neck.
“You’re worried” his eyes wandered off yours, busted. “I’m here Loki, nothing happened to me thanks to you. Here, hear it” you sat up, pushed him backwards gently so you could sit on his lap, towering him a little, the extra height allowed you to pull his head gently against your chest, your heartbeat hammering against his ear.
Relief, that's what he felt in simple words. Being so close to your breasts, it seemed incredible to him that the last thing he thought was indecencies, he was going to fall asleep in fact, his eyes felt heavy, just knowing that you were fine and happy with him, took away all the anxiety on his body.
“See? I’m alive, I’m here, happily in your warming embrace” If it wasn't for your voice he would’ve drifted off, he only murmured against your neck an affirmative response, taking in your smell and how you reacted to him, goosebumps grew under his chin.
“I was scared, it won’t leave my head…the way you looked” you were scared yourself, but you couldn´t imagine how distressing it must have been for him.
“Loki” he looked up to you, his chin pressing against your breasts, “How about I ditch all my missions for this season? We go somewhere, anywhere, just you and me” he opened his eyes wide, as if he had heard you wrong, “What’s that about?” it was impossible for him to hold back his smile, even giggled a little.
“I’ve been away from you too long, and I feel…like I had enough of…” you pointed at your suit, “this” he understood, you weren’t exactly a couple, but you enjoyed each other, took care of each other, you were an unspoken relationship.
You weren't sure what you wanted from him... Until he was the first thing you saw when you came to your senses. “I want us…you and me…this” you pointed him and you, making allusion to your point, “First stop, Asgard, I want you to meet my mother” he was serious, so you knew he understood.
“Great! I would love to thank her... for you. Maybe after that, London?” he kissed you, his hands grasping your shoulder blades, “I will take you to the lakes of Vanaheim. Crystal clear waters and endless green forests, like something out of a fairy tale” he knew you liked them, so you planted a kiss on his lips, gently tugging at his raven locks.
After a while you broke the kiss, but you didn't take your forehead off hers, in fact, you gently held your head so it wouldn't move. Still with your eyes closed you murmured "Just you and me", your heart wanted to jump out of your chest when you heard him smile, his arms pressing your stomach to your chest.
“You and me, beautiful” he was truly happy.
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From the Ashes
Characters: Jungkook x Female reader
Genre: Fantasy!au, angst
Synopsis: I am ready to confess my feelings to Jungkook, but his older brother, a wizard, has other plans. Plans with devastating consequences that I could never have prepared for.
Warnings: major character death, various mentions of fire, mentions of panic attack
A/N: This story came about from a dream I had. Actually, two dreams I had last month. You can read them before the story if you'd like. I did have to change a lot in order for it to make a little more sense.
Dream Log 56
Dream Log 57
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Part 1
Word Count: 3.2K
“Are you sure?” My cousin stares at me with a mixture of disbelief and elation. “Once the words are out of your mouth, that’s it. There’s no taking them back.”
I giggle, my cheeks flushing with warmth from the terror and excitement coursing through me.
“I know, Merrick,” I say breathily. “But we only live once, right? If I never tell him, how will I know how he feels? I just don’t want to have any regrets later on.” Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly to calm my rapidly beating heart, I ask, “Do I look okay?”
She side-eyes me as I run my hands over the smooth material of my cap-sleeved attire, trying to ensure everything is in place. The empire-waist dress hugs my breasts tightly, giving them a little lift. A butterfly embroidered sheer pink tulle overlay hangs beautifully atop the mint green satin length of the dress’s skirt that cascades down to the tops of my slippered feet. My hair is half-up, half-down, and a large mint green bow pinned to the back of my head completes the outfit I have chosen for the university’s Halloween festivities.
“I can’t believe you just asked me that.” She stares at me with feigned anger. “Didn’t you check yourself out in the mirror? You look absolutely gorgeous in that.”
The warmth in my cheeks intensifies, and I glance away momentarily.
Exhaling, I whisper, “I just want to make sure everything goes goo- no, great.”
She hugs me tightly, and I welcome not only the warmth the gesture provides but also the encouragement and love she is wrapping me in. My soul soaks it all up, steadying my heart. Though I am not a witch like her, we are extremely close and often find ourselves inadvertently sharing what the other is feeling. Merrick still believes I, too, am a witch, but at this age, nothing has manifested yet, and I don’t expect it to either.
And I am ok with that.
Stepping out of her arms, I tug open the matching reticule that hangs from my wrist and pull out my phone. A quick message asking my crush to meet me at the top of the library tower, where we both love to spend time as we study, read books, or listen to music is sent off. It should be empty now as everyone prepares to go to the auditorium for the costume ball. No one should be there to interrupt. No one there to witness the rejection if things don’t go how I would like them to. As of yet, he has not given the impression that he thinks of me as anything other than a good friend.
I shake my head, pushing away the negative thoughts before they can convince me to keep my confession to myself.
“Go,” she urges me. “You shouldn’t leave Jungkook waiting.”
“Ok, ok,” I laugh as I turn to push the door open and step outside.
The air is brisk as it hits my flushed skin. I can feel Merrick’s eyes on me as she watches me speedily walk across the courtyard. Scattered mounds of melted snow collected on the sides of the square I walk across are evidence of the remnants of a mid-autumn snowfall that had surprised us earlier in the week. I am a bit too exposed to the elements with my wispy dress and primarily bare arms, but I don’t seem to feel the cold. I’m too nervous and excited about what I’m getting ready to do.
Up ahead, I catch sight of Jungkook stepping into the archway that leads to the library tower. Though his face is not visible, his way of walking is unmistakable and gives him away. From this distance, I can make out that he’s wearing what appears to be black leather pants with a billowy white shirt that is only tucked into the front. A pair of black boots adorn his feet, and I wonder if he is dressed as a pirate or maybe a vampire just as he disappears deeper into the tunnel.
I speed up, soft, giddy giggles escaping my lips as I reach the archway. I pause to straighten my dress and take a few deep breaths as my slippered feet carry me forward. Footsteps echo across the cement walls, and the hair on the back of my neck instantly stands on end. I swirl around to find the silhouette of a slightly hunched figure clad in black floor-length robes. There is a hint of deep purple satin that lines the inside of the cloak, visible only when he steps closer.
I instantly recognize the pallid face that smiles at me. A chill shivers down my spine, and I have only a moment to wonder why it is that Jungkook’s older brother always gives me the heebie-jeebies whenever he is around despite his friendly demeanor. He’s never done anything to make me question his genuineness, yet I can sense something just behind those eyes that doesn’t quite fit the expression that sits on his face.
His hand darts forward to grab my wrist, pulling me from my inner thoughts. Though I gasp, nothing else comes out as I attempt to follow it with a scream. Utter fear and confusion locks me in place. It’s like his grip has control over my body’s functions, and nothing I do can override it.
“I knew it,” he hisses, his face contorting into disgust. His dark eyes hold my gaze as he tugs me into him. “You will not get the chance to tell him a thing, do you hear me?!”
My eyes widen. How does he know…
“Please,” I manage to croak out. “Let me go.”
“Oh, I’ll let you go, alright,” he sneers.
His fingers tighten, digging into my skin, as he begins to murmur unintelligibly. I don’t need to hear what he’s saying to know precisely what he’s doing. He is a wizard, after all, and wizards, just like witches, have magic powers. The possibilities are endless as to what they can do with that power, power he’s not supposed to use while on school grounds unless authorized by a professor or the Dean.
But here, in the middle of the tunnel, where anyone can see or hear if they pass by, he is chanting a spell without a care, and there is nothing I can do. A sensation similar to vertigo washes over me, and I fight the feeling of nausea as my body begins to transform. It only takes a few seconds before I am no longer human. Whatever words he has recited has converted me into a bird. He laughs as he gazes down at me, pleased at his work.
“It’s nothing personal, little raven,” he confides. “I’m just tired, ya know? Tired of him getting everything he wants. Tired of everyone saying he’s better at everything. The ‘golden boy’,” he mocks. “He’s just a measly human. He has no powers. Can’t cast spells or make charms. I can, though. I can, and no one cares. It’s always about Jungkook. I won’t let you make your confession to him and give him yet another thing he wants.”
My beady eyes can only stare up at him, absolutely dumbfounded at what is occurring. I let out a caw, and he chuckles.
“I’ve given him a little snack to munch on while he waits for you to meet up with him. We both know the kid can eat.” He grins at me as if he’s just chatting with a friend. “But little does he know I’ve added something extra to it. He’ll be dead before you can even reach him.”
He exits the archway with another laugh, leaving me in absolute shock. I flap my wings frantically, unsure of what to do.
“Y/N!” My cousin’s voice has me frantically skittering towards her. “Ohmygosh! What the hell happened to you? Did he do this? I saw him come in here after you, and I just got this really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach…”
Merrick doesn’t wait for an answer. She squats down and sets her hand gently on my head. Closing her eyes, I let the images and the conversation run through my mind like a piece of CCTV footage and focus on pushing them toward her.
“Oh, shit!” she shoots up. “I gotta go get the Dean. You go and stop Jungkook!”
Scooping me up, she rushes out of the small arched tunnel and straight to the library doors. With fear guiding me, Merrick opens her hands, and I find I can instantly fly. I hear the door close behind me as she rushes across campus toward the Dean’s office, cell phone pressed to her ear.
I fly up the spiral staircase, my voice calling to Jungkook, screaming and begging him not to eat anything as I try to reach him as fast as I can. No words come out, only cawing sounds that reverberate against the walls as I circle my way up. Though new to flying, I make it to the top in record time, as if I have flown all my life.
It’s not fast enough, though.
As I reach the landing, my eyes catch sight of a bright pink and red box of Kancho (칸쵸) choco biscuits lying on the floor. My gaze shifts from the box to Jungkook’s form. A newspaper he must have been reading while he snacked was under his feet, the crinkling of the crisp paper sounding amplified in the ordinarily quiet space. His hands are clutching his throat, his eyes wide in desperate panic. From inside my head, I can hear his brother laughing maniacally.
The spell must allow him to see what I see, and I hate that I’m giving him a front-row seat to Jungkook’s dire predicament.
I need to figure out how to help Jungkook. My mind races as I try to lock in on what I can do. Jungkook falls to his knees, and I swoop toward him. Maybe I can pluck the food from his mouth and stop any further reaction the morsel is causing. I bump my beak under his chin, trying to tilt his head up, but there is a slight pfft sound as soon as I make contact with his skin. I stare on in disbelief as Jungkook disappears, and a pile of ashes materializes on top of the newspaper where he had just been, a thin tendril of smoke undulating up in front of me.
Footsteps pound up the stairs, and Merrick falls to her knees next to my now human form, her chest heaving. The thought that perhaps Jungkook turning to ash broke my spell sits at the back of my mind as my eyes continue to stare at the remains in front of me in sheer disbelief. I can feel hysteria trying to claim me, my cousin’s voice sounding miles away as she attempts to bring my attention to her. The elevator dings behind us, and in comes the Dean with several guards, their presence making the space feel cramped. Voices resonate up the stairs, the commotion sounding as if it were in the same room.
“Y/N was practicing magic,” Jungkook’s brother is saying. “I heard her say she was going to kill Jungkook, and then she changed into a bird. I was just on my way to find the Dean, actually.”
Tears burn down my cheeks at the betrayal. How can a brother commit such a heinous act against his own flesh and blood? How does he have the ability to push that familial bond aside and go through with extinguishing the life of his younger brother? It just doesn’t seem fathomable to me.
It’s not long before the world comes flooding in, and I begin sobbing hysterically, folding the paper gently to contain his ashes, even as my body shakes violently. It’s too much: too much feeling, too much pain, too much anguish. It’s all just too much. So I hug him to me, feeling like I’m suffocating. I am overwhelmed with so much grief I can’t even speak.
“Miss Y/N,” the Dean’s stern voice cuts through the cacophony in my head. His tone is not unkind and softens when he continues. “I’m afraid that is evidence, and I must confiscate it.”
I look down at the newspaper clutched between my trembling hands, my grip tightening.
“Sir,” Merrick steps in. “If I may?”
She raises her hand, reaching out towards the Dean.
“Go ahead,” he nods.
Her fingers touch his temple lightly, and they both close their eyes as I can only assume she is sending him the information and images I had given her earlier. His eyebrows pinch together, and his lips tighten into a thin line as he receives the information.
Merrick lowers her hand, solemnly replying, “That’s what happened.”
“I’m at a loss,” he shakes his head. Pulling out his walkie-talkie, he radios to the guards downstairs. “Arrest him. Use the magic suppressing cuffs.” To us, he admits, “His own brother. I would never have expected such condemnable actions from him.” The Dean sighs heavily, and it's full of disbelief. “Such an exemplary student. One of my best.”
“I never would have expected that from him myself,” Merrick agrees.
I would have. I think to myself. I felt something was off about him but had no proof of what. And now here we are. If only I had said something anyway.
“I will be contacting the family,” he tells us as we enter the elevator, my legs too shaky to take the stairs. Merrick holds me up as we descend. “I know I can trust you with his remains,” the Dean says gently. “You can hold on to them for us until they are able to come and retrieve them.”
I can only nod, the events draining me of energy. The elevator ride is quiet except for my sniffles and ragged breaths that sound extremely loud to my ears. This couldn’t be happening. There just could be no way Jungkook was dead. His brother. His freaking brother just-
The doors slide open, and I have a clear view of the offending man being escorted away, his hands cuffed at his back. Two guards hold him by the elbows on either side. My heart lodges in my throat when he looks over his shoulder, a small smirk adorning his lips as his eyes lock in on mine.
My knees buckle as rage and agony tighten my heart to the point it feels as if I’m about to have a heart attack. I crumble to the floor, and air refuses to enter my lungs. Black dots begin to dance before my eyes, but I don’t let go of the newspaper… of Jungkook.
“Dammit!” the Dean curses, and I can sense Merrick’s shock at his outburst. “Get her to her room before she keels over.”
My cousin nods, her arms hooking under my armpits to lift me.
“Come on, Y/N,” she coos. “You’re going to be ok. Just breathe and you’ll be okay.”
The Dean takes long, swift strides to the door and opens it quickly.
“Get him out of here, ASAP!” he roars before the door closes.
My focus turns to my cousin, who is begging me to breathe with her. I follow her guidance, and soon, the panic attack subsides, the darkness at the edge of my eyes slowly pulling away until I’m able to breathe and walk on my own.
“It hurts too much,” I whimper.
“I know,” she swallows thickly. “Believe me, I know.”
I have no doubt she does. Our connection so strong that I know she can feel just how grief-stricken I am, and it makes me feel guilty, selfish even as I allow her to guide me to my room.
The adrenaline must be wearing off because I begin to shake as soon as we enter my studio. The rugged stone walls are still holding onto the chill from outside. As I step further into the room, Merrick immediately gets a fire going in the fireplace. A warm, soft orange glow fills the center of the room.
“Let's get you outta this dress and into your jamas.”
I nod, too lost in the horrors I had experienced to do anything other than shiver and allow her to take over. After rummaging through my drawers, she returns with one of my ankle-length long-sleeved nightgowns and a shoe box I had been meaning to discard for some time.
Unzipping the back of my dress, she turns me to face her. “You’re going to have to put this down in order for me to take this off.”
I shake my head and whisper a desperate, “No.”
Merrick strokes my head as if I were a child. “I know this is difficult, but he wouldn't want you to be like this.”
I lift my eyes to hers, the tears distorting her face. “I can't,” I plead.
“Y/N.” She exhales before continuing. “Listen to me. You are in shock. You need to warm up, and in order to do that, you need to put this down so I can get you dressed properly and get you in bed.
I know you’re hurting, but standing here like this is not going to help anyone. You need to be strong for when his parents arrive. You understand?”
Oh, his parents! They are going to be so devastated. My heart breaks even more, but she's right. I have to get my shit together so I can be there for his family. They have two terrible pieces of news to deal with: the death of their youngest son and the fact that their eldest child committed the act.
“Ok,” I murmur.
“Ok,” she smiles at me. “Here’s a box you can keep him safely in.”
She holds it out, and I gently place the folded newspaper with Jungkook’s ashes inside the box. Just as carefully, she sets the box on my rounded table that sits across the fireplace, the two chairs neatly tucked in. Now that my hands are free, she is able to remove the dress and replace it with the nightgown. She walks me to my bed before disappearing into the bathroom.
I take that moment to remove my shoes and sit on my full-size bed. The frame is made of wood, with bulky square-shaped short posts. It has a rustic look, as I loved nature and enjoyed having pieces of it in my living space. The bed fits along the shortest wall of my rectangular-shaped room.
Merrick returns with makeup remover wipes and a wet face towel. I allow her to gingerly swipe the makeup from my face and eyes before she wipes off any remaining residue with the cloth. Pulling back the navy and cerulean blue comforter, Merrick helps me slide in and lie down.
“I can stay,” she insists, pointing her thumb over her shoulder towards the wall beside the door. “I don't mind sleeping on your futon.”
“No,” I shake my head, my eyelids heavy as the exhaustion from the evening's events starts claiming me. “I just need to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Are you sure?” she asks, hesitant to leave. I nod my head, already between the waking world and sleep. “Alright then.”
She strokes my hair a few times, the gesture lulling me further into dreamland. I barely catch the click of the door when she leaves.
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I hope you enjoyed Part 1. Happy Friday the 13th! Please look forward to Part 2. Coming soon.
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Jungkook 1 and 2
Flame in hand
Fire and Sparks
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The Strings of My Heart [22] - Facing Yesteryear
← Chapter 21 | Chapter 23 →
Pairing: Zoro x Jupiter
Genre: fluff, angst, f2l
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: mentions of trauma + slight panic attack? I think that’s it
Summary: Zoro’s moved to sunny California for college to escape from the life of fame for a little while. But when he loses his violin case in the second week of school, he’s sure his college experience has just gone up in flames. What will he do when, despite all odds, his case is returned to him?
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“What are we naming her?” Kohen asked as he leaned over the hospital bed. Luna was cradling their baby girl in her arms.
“Rosella Mae. What do you think?”
“I love it.”
Luna smiled. She couldn’t believe this was happening. All of her dreams had worked out in the end. She was sitting here, holding her baby girl while knowing she had the support of her fiancé. The only thing missing from this equation now was Noah, but she’d have to let that one go. Maybe sometime in the near future he’d want to meet her and Kohen as his parents, not just as his cousin and her fiancé.
“Rosella looks a little more like you,” Kohen laughed. “She’s a lot paler than Noah was. At least if those pictures did his skin tone any justice.”
“Yeah. He was really tan. He looks a lot like you.”
Kohen glanced at her, noticing the frown on her face. “We’ll get to know him eventually, Luna. It’s ok.”
“I just wish I hadn’t given him up,” she admitted. “I can’t take it back now, though. I was going to, but everyone says it’s a bad idea.”
“He’s five now. And he has a good family. We shouldn’t take him away from that. I know what it’s like to bounce back forth between houses, and it’s rough. I don’t think I could do that to him, especially since they live overseas. It would be one thing if they lived nearby, but….”
She nodded. “It’s ok. We have Rosella now.”
“That we do.”
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Zoro was not ready for the absolute terror that plagued him when he saw Jupiter’s aunt. Thankfully, he had a few seconds to process it before he had to interact with her, but it was not enough time.
Jupiter and Zoro had together gone to get her mother and Andromeda from the airport. It was no big deal. The two of them had just taken Bella, Aurora, and Comet to lunch, and then they swung by the airport. Except that, for some reason, Jupiter’s mother had not thought to inform her that she was bringing Aunt Maggie back with her.
Jupiter watched Zoro tense up when he saw her, and his eyes went immediately wide. She reached over and patted his thigh.
“Stay in the car.”
He glanced over at her and nodded. He didn’t register anything going on outside the car at all, and he’d completely spaced out in panic until a tiny voice caught his attention.
“Zo-rooooo I’m stuck!”
Zoro turned around to find Aurora twisted up in her seat belt after seemingly trying to escape.
“What are you doing?” he asked with a laugh, thankful for the temporary distraction.
“I want a snack!”
“We just ate.”
“Snaaaaaaaack!”
He sighed and grabbed a granola bar. “Do you want this?”
“Yeah!”
She was buckled back in and munching on her granola bar by the time Jupiter slid open the door.
“Zoro, meet my Aunt Maggie! Aunt Maggie, this is Zoro. He’s my boyfriend.”
Just the simple act of seeing Jupiter standing next to her aunt calmed Zoro a bit. She was a petite woman, even smaller than Jupiter, and this surprised Zoro. Her misery had seemed to grow as she aged, and she altogether looked like a bitter woman. She made even Jupiter’s own mother seem happy and pleasant.
“Moving up in society finally? You should marry him soon so that he doesn’t run off.”
Jupiter gave her aunt a disapproving look.
“What? I told you! You should’ve been married years ago!”
“And so should you. But here we are,” Jupiter retorted.
The older woman seemed taken aback by this, and she climbed into the car without further comment.
Jupiter’s aunt insisted they take her straight to her hotel, which Zoro was incredibly thankful for. He’d be able to rest peacefully knowing he wasn’t sharing a roof with that woman at night. He’d also have some time to prepare himself for actually spending time around her.
Jupiter kept her hand tightly wrapped around Zoro’s as a reminder that she was there. She wasn’t going to let her aunt hurt him.
“So, Aunt Maggie! How long are you here for?” Jupiter asked after getting stuck in yet another traffic jam.
“Just until New Year’s. Your uncle needs help moving on the second.”
“Aw, well. That’s too bad,” Jupiter replied, but everyone could hear the sarcasm in her voice.
“Morgan, I think you made a bad decision in letting her go to California for school. She’s turned into a complete brat.”
The silence that lingered in the back of the car for a minute was palpable.
“Well, maybe you should be nicer to her. You never were much.”
The silence that followed this reply seemed even heavier as Jupiter and Zoro glanced at each other in confusion.
Maggie scoffed. “You were supposed to side with me!”
“Well, how could I if you’re wrong?”
“Mom is right. Jupie is cooler now that she’s gone to California,” Bella asserted.
“I think you raised your kids wrong,” Maggie muttered.
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Thankfully, the vast majority of the car ride was not spent with Jupiter’s aunt. They dropped her off at the hotel in a hurry, and then they headed home.
Zoro couldn’t bring himself to leave the car even after all the littles had gotten out. Jupiter climbed back into the car with him after everyone was back inside.
“Hey. You ok?”
He glanced up at her. “I don’t know. I didn’t expect to meet her again without a warning.”
She nodded and grabbed ahold of his hand. “She’s not gonna hurt you. She can’t. And if she tries, she’ll have to go through me first.”
He smiled faintly. “You shouldn’t have to protect me.”
“I don’t have to. You’re perfectly capable of doing this on your own. I want to be there for you though, and it’s certainly the least I can do to repay you for everything you’ve done for me.”
“Jupiter…”
“Don’t give me that look. You’ve saved my life, Zoro. At least mentally. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”
“You could’ve.”
She shook her head. “No. I only had the courage to face my mom because of you. You believed in me, and that was enough for me. I think it’s already made a change in her, too. You saw how she defended me today. She never would’ve done that before. I don’t know what caused her to do that, but I do know that she’s treated me far better since you encouraged me that I could stand up to her.”
“Don’t give me so much credit. That was all you. You could’ve – and probably would’ve – done that even without me.”
She reached up and pinched his cheek. “Let me compliment and thank you.”
He scrunched his nose up, making her laugh.
“How about we both acknowledge that we’ve done the other a lot of good?”
He sighed. “Fine.
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Zoro had yet to fully adjust to the New York time zone, so he was the only one awake when Aurora came padding into the bedroom at midnight.
“Jupie? Zo-ro?”
“What is it, Rory?”
“Had a scary dream,” she whined as she tried to hoist herself up onto the bed. Zoro picked her up.
“What kind of scary dream?”
She whined and leaned against his chest. “Was Auntie Maggie. Wasn’t letting me eat food ‘gain,” she lisped before sniffling.
He patted her back. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from her.”
Aurora giggled then. “Yeah. Zoro is adult. Can protect me.” She dragged her tiny finger across his chest, clearly tracing some sort of pattern. “Zoro is soft.”
“Am I?”
“Yeah,” she mumbled, clearly already drifting back to sleep.
He smiled and rubbed her back. “Sleep well, Rory.”
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The next day greeted them with the first real snow Zoro had seen since last Christmas. California didn’t get snow, and New York didn’t seem to either at this time of year. The foot and a half of snow on the ground was enough to get the boys excited, though. They were in their snow boots before Zoro even had his morning coffee in him.
“Come outside with us!” Mars exclaimed as he stuffed an English muffin in his mouth. It appeared today’s breakfast would be very small for these boys.
“I don’t know about that.”
“Me too!” Comet yelled after toddling into the kitchen.
“You want to go outside too?” Zoro asked.
“Yeah!”
Zoro sighed. “Ok, fine, I’ll come out. But only for half an hour.”
That half an hour went by faster than it should’ve, though. The boys insisted on making forts, and then they wanted to have a snowball fight. They all ganged up on Zoro instead of splitting into teams, though.
Comet threw an especially big hunk of snow at him, and Zoro gasped in shock. Then he ran for the tiny boy, who took off running as best as he could through the thick snow. Zoro scooped him up off the ground. Comet squealed and kicked his legs.
“I got you!”
“Noooo! Put me downnnn!”
“I don’t think so,” Zoro laughed before gently tossing Comet over his shoulder.
“Nooooooo,” Comet whined before giggling.
“All right. I think it’s time to go inside now.”
“Whyyyy?” Sirius asked.
“It’s cold, and we’ve been out here for a while. Aren’t you guys hungry?”
“Nope! I’m not!” Pluto insisted.
“Well, I am,” Mars replied.
“Me too!” Sirius exclaimed.
“Great! Let’s go inside and eat. I’m cold,” Zoro laughed.
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The rest of the day didn’t go as well. Aunt Maggie showed up around eleven, and spending time with her was like wading through quicksand for everyone in the house. Aurora was already having a meltdown by the time lunchtime rolled around, and Zoro was near kicking Maggie out.
“Said I can’t have snack,” Aurora cried. “Said ‘s gonna ruin lunch.”
Frankly, Zoro’s fear of Jupiter’s aunt had slowly morphed from fear to anger in the hour she’d been at their house. She’d been unnecessarily rude to quiet a few of the younger kids, and Zoro was not having it. Generally, he wouldn’t have had a problem with adults telling little kids what to do, but the way she’d dealt with all of them just hit him wrong. Lunch wasn’t even for another half an hour anyways, and it had been hours since Aurora had eaten.
“Do you want some fruit?” Zoro asked. “We can have some fruit while we wait for lunch to be done.”
Aurora sniffled and nodded. “Yeah. Want apples.”
“Ok, let’s go find some apple slices then.”
“You can’t feed her!” Maggie protested when Zoro entered the kitchen with Aurora on his hip.
“She’s not your kid,” Zoro replied flatly as he set Aurora down at the island and pulled out an apple to cut for her.
“She’s not your kid either!”
Zoro cleared his throat. “Jupiter, can I feed Aurora an apple before lunch?”
“You can do whatever you want,” Jupiter replied with a grin as she stirred the pasta sauce she was making for lunch. “You’re in charge of the kids, remember?”
Zoro smiled at Maggie and continued to slice the apple. Maggie scowled.
“Listen, you’re not allowed to just walk into this house and tell me how to raise the kids. You’re never here, and you clearly don’t know how to treat children,” Zoro replied pointedly as he kept his eyes on the apple. Why was he so calm? Earlier, he’d been freaking out to even be in the same room as her.
“Well, you don’t know how to respect your elders!”
Zoro snorted. “I don’t think you know what respect is,” he muttered.
“Aunt Maggie, if you don’t start being nice, I’m going to have to ask you to go home sooner than you planned to,” Jupiter said sternly. “We’re not going to put up with you acting like this anymore.”
“You know what happens when you don’t act right. He especially does,” Maggie said, motioning to Zoro.
He tried not to let the threat visibly shake him as he gave Aurora her apples.
Jupiter’s sauce-covered spatula landed in her aunt’s hair a moment later. “Don’t be ridiculous! Look at Zoro, Aunt Maggie! Take a good look at him and tell me you could overpower him! You can’t even overpower me in a physical fight, so what makes you think you can do it to him? He’s much stronger than me, let alone you. Stop threatening people just to get them to do things you want them to do. Especially now that Mom is siding with me, what makes you think you can walk around here demanding things from any of us?”
Maggie gaped at her. “Well, now you’re being rude too!”
“No, I’m not. I’m telling you what no one else in the family has been willing to tell you for the past twenty years. We’re tired of dealing with how you treat all of us, and I’m definitely not going to let you push Zoro around. He’s not even part of our family, and even when he is, you still don’t get to boss him around! He’s an adult, just like I’m an adult, and this is our house. Not yours. My siblings are not your kids either. If you ever have your own kids, and I sincerely hope you don’t, you can parent them however you’d like, but you’re not allowed to parent my siblings. Now, you can leave us alone while I finish making lunch, or you can go back to your hotel. Your choice.”
Maggie stomped out of the room, heading towards the living room at the other end of the house.
“I wasn’t too rude, was I?” Jupiter asked quietly once Maggie was out of earshot.
Zoro shook his head. “You know I don’t think so.” He sighed. “Thank you. I couldn’t have handled that.”
“You did really well, though. I’m proud of you.”
“I proud of you too!” Aurora exclaimed. “Zoro is the best!”
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Chapter 23 →
This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here
Series M.list
A/N: this is actually my favorite chapter thus far honestlh
It would be greatly appreciated if you reblogged the story if you liked it!
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Body Snatchers (1993)
I meant to watch every film adaptation of Jack Finney's The Body Snatchers in release order but I messed up and saw 1993's Body Snatchers second. I made a mistake but don't feel too bad about it. In many ways, this film surpasses the original thanks to its spectacular special effects, atmosphere and chilling imagery.
Environmental Protection Agency agent Steve Malone (Terry Kinney) is moving to an Alabama military base with his family to test the effects of the military's actions on the surroundings. There, his daughter Marti (Gabrielle Anwar) notices abnormal behavior from several people. When her little brother says their mom (Meg Tilly) is a doppelganger, she believes him... but who else will?
Body Snatchers suffers from the fact that its title gives away too much, though not as much as the previous films. If you don’t know what the deal is, stop reading and go see this movie.
Barring one scene where a composite shot is rough around the edges, it all looks very convincing and boy does that make for a creepy experience. The characters are warned not to go to sleep. Once you see why, you won’t be able to close your eyes anymore. It’s a perfect example of gore used correctly. It grosses you out but mostly, it unsettles. It makes your skin crawl and makes you sweat.
Like the original picture, Body Snatchers can be a bit slow at points. You know where the plot is headed so you may grow a bit restless, at least at first. There is a turning point where Marti realizes what is happening. It sends a chill down your spine. You’re filled with the kind of panic that only comes from the absolute certainty of imminent, unavoidable defeat. Just when you think there’s a crack for our heroes to slip through, the film takes advantage of your lowered guard and comes at you full force. It pours the terror and despair down your throat. While the special effects are extremely effective, it’s the little moments that have the biggest impact. The emotional bits between Marti and the man she’s starting to fall for, Timm (Billy Wirth), make you think everything's going to be ok. It makes the scene where our heroes realize they've been led into a trap that much more devastating.
Body Snatchers doesn’t include just one shot where the true horror of the story dawns on you. There are at least 7. That’s a rarity even in the best chillers. The pacing issues may not even be there if you have not seen the previous versions (or any number of the derivatives which have come over the years) and I get the feeling that I'll like this one even more next time. (Full-screen version on DVD, July 13, 2018)
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It's OK to be Bi (Hyunjin x Reader)
TW- PANIC ATTACK
'I'm not bisexual', you said, looking into the mirror, to convince yourself, more than anyone else.
'Oh but you are' said the voice in your head.
You thought about what this might imply. You were in denial. The thought of not knowing your feelings, scared you. Your whole life, you had accepted the fact that you liked girls. And only girls. You were confident, and proud. You loved girls. That was a fact. Your parents knew it, you siblings knew it, you knew it. You loved girls. Not boys. Girls.
But one day, you met Hyunjin. He was a new student in your class. His face was surreal, his body was a spectacle, he made you want to stare at him, for hours on end. He was so cute, and he had these small quirky habits that made you want to smile.
When you caught yourself staring, you glanced away quickly.
What is wrong with me?
I like girls. Only girls.
To other people it may not seem like a great thing. But to you it was. It felt like all of a sudden, you didn't know who you were anymore. The conflict in your head was too unbearable. It led you back to some old memories, like when you came out to y our parents. Your parents were not proud of you, when you told them you were gay. They were going to be annoyed again if they found out about this... crush.
And you struggled with a panic disorder, which you were visiting a psychiatrist for, and taking medication for. Your parents didn't understand why you were sick, and really, neither did you, but they didn't want to accept you were sick, so they pretended that you were fine, and so did you, they shunned your problems, and you kept them to yourself.
You tried to keep it down at the depths of your heart, push down your emotions so inside, that you couldn't feel anything anymore. And you would control your feelings for Hwang Hyunjin just the same wat, which you believed, was just in your head.
'It's just a crush', you told yourself. 'It will go away soon enough.'
But deep inside, you wondered if it was so wrong to like him. Why was it so wrong to be bi? Why couldn't you just accept yourself as who you were? Why did you have to hide it?
But still, you had a hard time coming to terms with it.
One day, during math class, he caught your eye. He was sleeping, like most the kids were in your class, and you just sat there and stared at him. The teacher called out your name.
'Y/N! What is the area going to be between these two parabolas?'
'I'm sorry ma'am...... I'm not too sure....'
'Well if you stare at that guy's face all day, you aren't going to know! You are supposed to be one of the smartest kids here!'
He woke up and looked at you, puzzled.
You looked down, somehow holding back your tears, she was so insensitive, now everyone was going to know your secret before you could even come to terms with it. And it was all your fault.
'I'm.. sorry..'
'Well, all of you are useless anyways, sit back down'
That lunch break, you hid yourself in the bathroom, and cried your eyes out, you knew the kids were going to be talking about you crushing on a guy, when everybody knows that you're gay. They were going to think that you were faking being gay. You just wanted to vanish away into nothing. Why were you so careless?
You managed to dry off your tears, and walk back into your class, and the moment you entered the class, you were very aware of all the kids in your class, and they weren't necessarily paying any attention to you, but the fear gripped at your heart, you felt like every single person there was judging you, you knew what was going to happen now, you ran back out and into the art room, which was empty and let out a raspy gasp for breathe.
The familiar feeling of absolute and complete terror overtook your body. You couldn't move, you couldn't breathe.
You tried your best to breathe out, but it felt like you forgot how to exhale. You gasped and gasped for air, but it wasn't making it's way in , you tried to get up, but you couldn't move, you were shivering and shaking and you told yourself in your mind, that this has happened a hundred times before, it's just in your head, but it felt like all the logic was locked away and you couldn't control it. You lay there on the ground, a dumb, disgusting, pathetic heap.
Then strong hands gently clutched your shaky hands, and a voice, which felt so far away said, 'it's ok... I've got you.'
You looked up, Hyunjin was looking softly into your eyes, concerned.
'Just breathe' he said as calmly as he could.
You shook your head-'I...I c-ca......I.. can't......'
'Come on let's do it together, breathe in' he took a deep breath in, and you managed to inhale a raspy breath.
'Breathe out'
He did this about 10 times, and you managed to calm down.
You had been struggling with these attacks for three years now, and no one was ever there to comfort you, you hid away, and kept it a secret, and it felt like all your secrets were spilling out in front of this guy, and you hated it.
But you were also thankful that he showed up.
'I'm so sorry', you told him.
'Why? There's nothing for you to be sorry about, you just had a panic attack, it's completely normal.'
'Why did you even come here?' you asked him, shaking away his hand, and getting up to sit down on a bench.
'Well I saw you run out of class, I was kinda concerned and I kinda wanted to apologise for what happened in math class..'
'Can you not? It's so embarrassing, and it's all my fault anyways. You didn't even do anything.' You told him.
'I'm still not entirely sure what happened.'
'I don't want to tell you.'
'OK.'
'..'
'Are you feeling better now?'
'Yes I'm fine. Sorry again, that must have put you in a difficult position.'
'I told you, it's nothing to be sorry about, things only get worse, when you believe that panic attacks are something you do wrong.'
'No... I'm sorry because I have a crush on you.'
He looked at you. He didn't seem as surprised as you thought he would be.
'Well, that's not something you should feel sorry about either.'
'I'm bi. I think I'm abnormal and weird.' you spilled out your words before you could think.
'You are not. I think you're one of the nicest smartest people in school. And I think you're cute as you are. Being bi, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that, I am so thankful that you entrusted me with your feelings.'
You looked at him.
He looked back at you.
It was awkward.
You didn't have a crush on him anymore, but you wanted to be very good friends with him.
'Thanks.', you said.
'No problem'
The bell rang with a loud metallic clang.
'Well, we should head back to class', he said.
'Yes'
'And I think we'll make good friends', you told him.
'I was thinking the same thing.'
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An: Usually all my work is heavily edited i check and check and recheck, but i don't fell up to it today, its not like many people read my stuff anyways XD.
Hope you like it!!
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Mack Tries to Make Amends.
Mackenzie Boyd Fanfic.
Mack made his way to Lucys parents with two bunches of flowers.
"Oh Hello Mack" said Margaret answering the door. "Come in Lucy's in here" she said ushering him into the sitting room.
"Happy birthday Margaret" he said kissing her on the cheek and giving her one of the bunches of flowers.
"Thats very kind of you Mackenzie. Thank you" said Margaret. "I'll just go and put these in water"
"These are for you Lucy" Mack said sheepishly.
"Thank you" Lucy said giving Mack a peck on the cheek.
"You two ok?" asked Margaret bringing tea and biscuits in on a tray. "You're very quiet Mack"
Lucy nodded looking straight at Mack.
"Should we go for a walk Mack" Lucy suggested after drinking her tea.
"Yes" said Mack "I noticed the trees are changing colour in the garden. The autumn colours are lovely" he said when they got outside trying to make conversation.
"Yes they are very pretty" said Lucy. "Mack do you still love me?"
"Of course I do. I adore you" Mack replied. "You haven't told your parents I've fucked up again have you?"
"No I haven't as dad would have thrown you out if he knew what you'd done" Lucy replied.
"I'm so sorry Lucy" said Mack "I swear I didn't initiate the kiss"
"Well it would be nice if you initiated a kiss with me" said Lucy. "You've barely noticed me. I am having your child after all"
"Please Lucy you're making me sound like an absolute monster" said Mack.
"I'm sorry for being so harsh" said Lucy seeing how upset Mackenzie was.
"I love you and I'd do anything you want to make this better" said Mack.
"I've missed your closeness so much" said Lucy who started to cry. "You haven't slept with Belle have you?" she asked.
"God no. I'd never cheat on you" Mack replied. "Please say you believe me"
"Deep down I know you wouldn't cheat Mack. But I'm still hurting over the kiss" said Lucy.
"I'll do anything to prove how much I love you Lucy" said Mack."Is there even a remote chance we could start again?"
"Well let's take it slow" said Lucy. "But I'm not sure I'm ready to take it any further at the minute"
"I'm an idiot but I was scared of doing something wrong while you're pregnant" said Mack. "You've had so many scares"
"Mack I will tell you if your doing something wrong and up until just recently you've been doing everything right in the bedroom" Lucy explained. "And I think our little daughter misses your tummy rubs" smiled Lucy. "She's been restless and I guess she's missed you as well"
"You've no idea how happy you've made me feel saying that" said Mack sensing there was some hope for them.
"The only thing is your night terrors" said Lucy "You talk a lot about Meena"
"I'm sorry but she got inside my head" said Mack feeling ashamed that he was not telling the truth about all of the texts and letters he had recieved from Meena.
"Well all the texts should stop now you've changed your number" said Lucy.
"Yes" Mack replied feeling bad that he was still lying and Lucy didnt know that Meena was making his life hell"
"There's a chill in the air" said Lucy "I keep having this awful feeling something bad is going to happen"
"Well I had a weird dream" said Mack "Everyone was running around the village in a panic but I woke up before I knew what it was"
"It's getting near Halloween Mack. And dad's garden always looks a bit spooky at night" Lucy answered "Let's go back in"
03.10.22.
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Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you but I’ve been feeling down lately and I really enjoy reading ur blog. Is it ok if you do Jason, micheal, bubba Thomas, Brahms ,pyramid head, asa and Harry warden if possible with an S/O who’s usually happy and willing and all of a sudden she breaks down one day bawling on the couch or something and she didn’t know they were there, not wanting to make them upset or sad? Sorry if it’s really sad, I just need a lil love, I love u and ur blog! Thank you! Take your time and drinks lots of water!
Jason
Uhm, excuse me bitch what in the fuck is going on? You gave you the right to scare the shit out of Jason like that?
When he first came home the weeping made him freeze. He was positive it wasn’t you, he had never even seen you frown before so this absolutely cannot be your crying. Yet, as he walked in to see you whip around, tears streaming down your face as you look at him in pure shock you almost send him falling backwards
He doesn’t even care what made you cry of feel this way he’s going to be up your ass the entire day. Coddling, kissing, rubbing, and doing any and all for of comforting that he knows how to do
Jason absolutely hates seeing you cry, especially as hard as you did. You’re more than welcome to talk to him about it for as long as you want whenever you want and all he will do is listen and comfort you
Jason is a very physically affectionate man, even though he is a bit hesitant at first, so when you feel yourself in a time like this, you bess’ believe that he’s going to be around you 24/7. Even a few days after that, he needs to be your therapist (which he’s real good at)
Michael
You won’t be able to see it, but Michael is panicking and sweating bullets underneath that mask. It’s an immediate fight or fight response
Michael, overall, isn’t too good with handling other peoples emotions, so don’t be surprised when he doesn’t come to you right away for any sort of comfort in those "typically ways"
Hugging, coddling, cuddling, and any typeof caressing is going to come later in the day when things have begun to quiet down. Not only is he completely unused to having to comfort you in anyway like this, but he's pretty pissed at whatever made you come to this point
The main thing Michael wants you to do is to talk to him, tell him what's wrong so that he knows just how to handle the situation: either to kill or to... not know what to do
It's very safe to say that he will get better with knowing how to comfort you if this does ever happen again, which he really hopes it won't.
Bubba
There is a lot that can make Bubba cry, at this is one of the times he wasn't expecting to. Everyday, no matter how hard it was for him, he knew he could count on your cheery face to great him when he comes running back inside
His first reaction is to panic; he's never been put in this sort of situation before with you and he really doesn't know how to approach you. He sort of just sits awkwardly next to you and whines
Comfort does eventually find your way with pets and hugs, there aren't really any verbal affirmations he can give you, but for what he lacks in communication he can make up with physical affection one way or another
A downside to Bubba, however, is that he almost has an out-of-sight-out-of-mind personality realistically. So don't get too upset if when you have some space from him that same day that he'll sort of forget you've been upset
In that case, be prepared for the exact same meltdown when he figures out how upset you've been for the second time
Thomas
Thomas' defense mode in immediately activated. Never would he have thought that he would have to be on the comforting side so you'll have to give him a minute, but it really isn't even that long
He's gentle and patient, he knows what its like to feel such extreme motions and most of all that they are pretty hard to get out, so take your time and he'll be here with you until you're back up on your feet. Literally
To say you scared him would be an understatement, but he pushes that aside to genuinely make sure that you are not physically hurt, because if that was the case whoever did it should be the one scared
Instead, Thomas has somewhere quiet for you to go with him, the least he would want is for Hoyt to complain about such "loud" crying in the house. It's better for him to give out physically comforting, too!
His go to's are hugs and petting/caressing, it's what he would want. It's comforting to say the least, but the fact that you can't even breath right doesn't go down well when he's crushing your spinal cord in a bear hug
Braham
However oblivious, he's oddly able to tell that you're acting different before you even get the chance to melt down. From all of the time spent watching you from within the walls, you can say that he knows you like the back of his hand
Brahms has absolutely no clue how to address you. Of course he's fended for himself for a long time but any sort of emotional help is foreign to him
He'll come around, of course, the moment that you do breakdown he's by your side and he's ready to do just about anything you tell him to do but he's on edge
However, the sort of comfort you will get from him will be physical, it's the best way he can quickly show any form of care for you that he thinks will work. Brahms absolutely hates seeing you this way because he want to be able to fix the problem and he just doesn't know how
He insists that you tell him whats wrong as he holds you, curled up, in his lap. Gently caressing your head and face as he listens to your soft cries and explanation. It's the best he can do for you and he knows that that he'll have to pay close attention to when you baby him next, that way he's prepared for whenever this might happen next
Pyramid Head
What the fuck even? Pyramid Head isn't going to catch on too soon, but the moment he hears your cries from anywhere he is by your side immediately
He hates it the most out everyone on this list, and I mean that heavily. Not only does he go on rampages because he doesn't know what's wrong, but it pisses him off to no end that he doesn't know how to handle it
Pyramid Head wants so bad to be able to comfort you and understand what's made you this upset that he can come across as a little overbearing, but mainly clingy. He doesn't leave your side well after you've stopped crying and makes sure to keep an eye on you from now on so that he can possibly be there before this happens again
While he isn't able to properly communicate to you, a lot of his body language displays signs of uncomforted alongside you. Just about any emotion you feel he absorbs and feels it right with you, mainly because its his way of showing you that you're not alone and he's here to spend this time with you
Just please don't ever do that again it's so stressful he likes seeing you bubbly not sad omfg-
Asa
Asa is the most unreadable, really. He's able to keep his composure the entire time as you bawl your eyes out before him, but inside he's shaking up a little. He doesn't like seeing you upset whens it's not for play of course, so it comes as a bit of a surprise for even him
He's a little hesitant to comfort you because he is surprised, but is also just one of the most distant when it comes to comfort in this way, While being used to your much brighter personality, eventually he'll get better at it for for the time being, you don't have to deal with much of him
There is some physical reassurance, so you're not completely neglected, but Asa does have other things to do. He gently takes you in his arms and leads you up to the bedroom where he lays you down, caressing your head and covering you up
He'll leave to get you water or a drink and some other small things like your phone or a small snack if you haven't eaten, but mostly your phone so that you can call or text him if you need him. From there he'll shut the lights iff and let you get a bit of sleep
Asa stays in the house and cancels any outside plans for the day and makes sure that his phone's ringer is on at all times. By the time you call him for something he'll be up to your room before the ringtone even ends
Harry
Harry is most definitely clueless and will feel like he's going to cry right alongside you. Harry is not good at handling his own emotions let alone yours
He adored being around your bright and shining face everyday, it was something that could regulate his own and he clung to you like a moth to a lamp. So, you can only image the confusion and terror Harry experiences when he comes home to you the complete opposite
It's a very frantic sort of comfort that he gives you, moving from one thing to another to try to figure out what's wrong and what do to. It's really almost as if Harry feels your emotions stronger than you do, but he wants to do everything in his power to fix you
He comes home extra aware in the future, always prepared to be there by your side in hopes to deal with your feelings better, but he still doesn't like it at all. He goes out of his way to do more things around the house of for you in general to lessen up any stress, even if there was none in the first place
#jason voorhees x reader#michael myers x reader#bubba sawyer x reader#thomas hewitt x reader#leatherface x reader#brahms heelshire x reader#pyramid head x reader#asa emory x reader#the collector x reader#harry warden x reader#slasher x reader
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dating the midnight mass characters as a vampire
pairing(s): father paul, erin greene, sarah gunning & sheriff hassan x gn! reader
content warnings for spoilers, brief mentions of death and minor angst !
father paul
he's obviously the reason you turn in tje first place
he's gonna be there every single minute that you need him
would only let you drink the "angel" blood if you were 100% ok and ready for it
if there's a single crumb of hesitation he will refuse
he's so scared at first in case something goes wrong, he probably goes back on his invitation to drink the blood so many times
he'll be super caring and thoughtful
"hey love how're you feeling?" "how's my beloved feeling today?"
as soon as there's the slightest hint that something is wrong he'll panic and go into protective mode
so proud of you, he could literally never be disappointed in anything that you do after you power through the side affects
"im so proud love, im so glad the lord let us find eachother"
helps you control the hunger
you're eachother's rock through the entire experience
i feel like there's been times where he's very nearly died by the sun creeping up and you've saved him
he scolds you for risking your life but is eternally grateful, and that's not something he wishes to keep secret
his presence is just so comforting
he'll sit next to you, rubbing his thumb comfortingly over your hand
bonus: he lets you lie against his chest because he knows his heartbeat soothes you
erin greene
i feel like she would be absolutely terrified at first
after what happened with riley she's so scared to lose another person that she's fell head over heels for
eventually she'll come around, she'll still hate the fact that you're a vampire bit she'll love you no matter what
she trusts you and knows that you would never burt her or force her to do anything that she didn't agree with so she's 100% comfortable around you, vampire or not
i feel like you probably reassured her right away that your love for her was stronger than any urge
feel like she'd be ready to beat up father paul if she found out how much pain you went through during the process
the absolute best at comforting you
she always knows exactly what to say if you ever start to feel overwhelmed
always happy to hold your hand if you need it, her hands are so soft and warm
probably lets you fall asleep on her lap all the time, she can never face waking you up, it's always nice to see you sleeping peacefully despite recent events
she'll gently play with your hair while you sleep, not so it's noticeable, it's just abreally sweet moment to her so she can't help herself
she lowkey misses having picnics under the sun with you, but she much prefers star gazing
sarah gunning
im not gonna lie at first i think she'd be absolutely terrified
not of you, but for you
she'll try her absolute best to explain it scientifically, but it's just impossible
the idea of vampire is probably always nagging at the back of her mind, bur she's so reluctant to believe it, it's just a story... right?
she eventually forced herself to believe it when you quietly convice her
she's gonna be the absolute best carer you could possibly wish for, she doesn't really know how to help but she absolutely tries her best
"hey love, how you holding up? you feeling ok?"
she's so encouraging and understanding
"i love you y/n, you're so strong"
she won't be scared of you at all, she'll literally let you cuddle up next to you and stroke your hair while you fall asleep on her shoulder
always makes jokes to lighten your mood if you're the type to regret becoming a vampire
like i'm talking super cheesy, probably slightly cringey jokes
sheriff hassan
he's absolutely petrified, i feel like his terror is a mix of erin's and sarah's
he's grown so attatched to you that he couldn't bear loosing you too
but he also wants you to live the perfect life so when all these obstacles are thrown in your way he's absolutely distraught
he gets in a panic a lot which sometimes, but rarely, leads to him snapping, he'll instantly regret it though and apologise
you both know he doesn't mean it and you'll end up reassuring him that you're ok
has defintely threatened to punch or actually has punched father paul when he discovers how painful it was when the angel attacked you
he'll be so caring and even sweeter than usual
he'll always bring you coffee as you can't leave or walk around the house to get it yourself anymore, feel like you don't even have to ask at this point
after a while he he wouldn't blame what happened on anyone except the angel, he absolutely would never blame you and he just thinks father paulbwas deceived
he really enjoys spending his day with you
he's so proud when you tell him everything, like how difficult it was to control the hunger and the painful side effects
"hey love, you're absolutely amazing, i had no idea, you're so strong"
most people would probably assume he would be cautious wih you around his son, but he's not at all
he adores seeing you and ali bond, i dout you guys would tell him about the vampire thing for a while, but when you eventually do ali probably figured it out already
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Seeing your abusive ex: Bokuto Scenario
Based on something that happened to me today and ended with me having to call my auntie to calm me down while I cried hysterically in my car. This is based in my own symptoms but is not an extensive or absolute list. This cute boi is my comfort character from Haikyuu. If anyone ever needs to talk about stuff like this, I will happily listen. You are loved. You are amazing!
Warning: possible abuse triggers, some angst, anxiety, panic attacks, PTSD type symptoms, harassment, past abuse hinted.
You were sure the car behind you was one you had seen before, as it popped up four times on your walk home you started feeling anxious. The first time has been when you left work, it was parked across the road with lights turned off as you left the building. The second and third time were when you went and left the supermarket to get dinner ingredients that you had forgotten yesterday. This time however, you were sure it was following you as you walked home. And if you were right it belonged to your abusive ex-boyfriend, one that you hadn’t seen in over two years since you threw him out after you gathered the strength to do so.
You knew not to walk too fast or too slow, you were holding a deodorant can in your pocket and had your safety alarm in your other hand with your keys. Your main issue was getting home safe. If you went home, he would follow you and know where you live. If you went to a friend’s house, she could be in danger and you didn’t want anyone to experience what you had. At the same time, it was getting a little dark and being out after sunset was just as bad. You could feel the memories of the abuse flash through your mind like a film reel, the familiar feeling of terror as you re-lived what happened. Your breath was catching in your throat as you walked, not from exertion but from sheer panic. You tried the breathing techniques your therapist had given you, tried thinking about you lovely boyfriend and the happy memories you had made together, but nothing stopped the darkness clouding your brain.
On impulse, you dialled Koutaro’s number, knowing he was at practice there was a small chance he would pick up and if he didn’t, your best friend was next. Glancing behind you again, you stayed on busy main roads as you walked, willed and prayed to God that he picked up his phone. Weaving through people hoping that he would lose sight of you and give up, at least long enough for you to get home safely.
“Hey gorgeous, I was just going to message you. I-“
“Kou... Kou... I...l...”
Your voice broke off in sobs as you spoke, the world around you seeming too small and the noises too loud as you walked. You had a small idea where you were, relying on muscle memory walking around the city but right now, all you cared about was the car that kept coming in and out your vision.
“Baby, whats’s wrong? Where are you?”
“I...”
Bokuto could hear your voice catch as you spoke, the sound hitting him right in the chest and making his heart hurt, he hated being on the other side of the city as he practiced for his upcoming match. It wasn’t often that he heard you like this, the nightmares had decreased and apart from the one time you opened up about a past relationship, you had never been this fearful.
“Baby, listen. It’s me, its Kou. Focus on my voice ok? Forget everything else. I love you. Tell me where you are.”
“I don’t know, Kou.” A pause as he heard you take a deep breath. “I’m scared.”
“I know, baby. Tell me what you see ok? You know this city way better than I do. Remember when I got lost on the way to your house? How late was I to our first date? I’m so lucky you agreed to a second one. You know this city like the back of your hand.”
You focused on the sound of his voice, the usual soothing melody as he spoke to you. The same voice that lulled you to sleep when you had a bad dream and screamed with happiness when you played games together. The one that groaned in your ear when he was too tired to moved or whispered how good it felt being inside you. Your bubbly, cute baby owl boyfriend. Remembering the instance he spoke about, he had gotten so lost that he was an hour late for your first date. You, thinking you had been stood up, had changed out your outfit and into a onesie. By the time he arrived, he had sweat through his shirt and looked like he’d walked about 50 miles. Being hesitant about the second date, he showed up with flowers an hour early and patiently waited outside while you got ready. His logic being the he could make the time up... somehow.
Telling him what you could see and reading out the name of the roads, you could hear his team in the background. Hinata being over-excited as usual, you could imagine him jumping up and down annoying everyone while Kageyama beat him up. While the other members were mumbling other background, Atsumu’s distinct accent was clear compared to everyone else. They were always so lively when you visited, jumping to talk to you or show you new moves, always thankful for the food and snacks you bought. Even if it made your boyfriend super jealous.
“Well done, baby. You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you. Listen, you’re near Akaashi’s house ok? Remember him? He’s a year younger than me? We played in high school together. You met at our school reunion a while back. He’s a comic designer now.”
Casting your mind back, you nodded to yourself when you remembered the calm guy with dark hair that your boyfriend got along with so well despite being complete opposing personalities. The number of times you had heard ‘Akaashi’ shouted at various points, you had taken to copying Bokuto that night, much to Akaashi’s chagrin and your boyfriend’s delight.
“He’s expecting you ok? He’s a good friend of mine baby, I trust him with my life. He’ll keep you safe until I get there.”
Giving you his address, you started walking towards his apartment, it was near a main road and looking around you couldn’t see the vehicle anywhere. The panic from earlier still humming through your veins as you walked towards your destination.
“Kou, but-“
“Baby, don’t start saying anything. I know you’re thinking that you’re disrupting practice or ruining my game. That it’s a headache coming all the way over there when you haven’t even told me what’s wrong.”
His tone was calm and collected, but his words rang straight through your brain triggering your panic even further and the tears that had dried now coming back full force.
“Kou. I’m sorry.”
“Woah, hey. Don’t ever apologise. Ok? I never wanna hear you apologise for stuff like this. I’m leaving now. Go to Akaashi’s house and I’ll be there in as soon as I can, ok?”
“Ok, Kou. Thank you.”
“Welcome, baby. Love you.”
Waiting around for your boyfriend was making you edgy, you couldn’t sit still. What if your ex had seen Bokuto? What if he’d seen you come here? But you hadn’t seen him, a car was easy to spot right? What if he was tracking you? You had changed your number though? Akaashi had popped in twice to check on you, once to bring you a blanket and hot tea and the second time to ask if you wanted food. The tea was swirling in your stomach, the crying had made you fell nauseous and you were sure that your stomach would revolt against any food. Hearing voices from the hallway, your body tensed expecting the worst.
He found you.
He was going to hurt you again.
Instead, familiar grey-black hair popped up from behind the door and while your heart was still in your throat, the sight of him made the thread of fear loosen a little. Dropping his bag, Bokuto walked over to you before kneeling in front of you and holding your face in his hands as he leaned his forehead against yours. Thumbs wiping away any remnants of tears, he kissed you nose, cheeks and forehead before pulling you into his arms. The feel of his arms around you, the scent of his aftershave and faint smell of sweat from his sports wear eased the tension in your body a little but could do nothing against the sobs that broke free again.
“Shh, it’s ok baby. I got you. I’ll always have you. You’re safe now.”
“Kou... I saw him. He... he was behind me.”
Bokuto knew instantly who you meant, he wished he could personally do something about him but between his career and your fear, the idea of beating your ex to a pulp didn’t seem plausible. While he wasn’t super close with Daichi, he knew Kuroo was and was going to reach out and do something about it. Holding you at arms length, he brushed away your tears and kissed your forehead again, linking your wrists together so your couple bracelets latched on to each other. They were something you had seen on TikTok, two bracelets with magnets that would link when they were close. You thought he would reject the idea at first, but Bokuto thought they were the best way to show everyone you were his girl. Plus it gave him a great excuse to your hold hand when you went everywhere.
“See, baby? Look how these magnets find each other and attract one another. Just like you and me. Nothing could keep me away from you. I’ll always find you. Okay?”
You nodded, glancing down at the bracelets and then up at your boyfriend. His amber eyes full of worry but love and the way he held you like you were something so precious.
“Plus, if he tries anything I’ll beat him up, have you seen these muscles baby?”
You snorted as Bokuto flexed his arm, muscles straining against the sleeve of his tee and couldn’t help but fall into his chest giggling as he squished you. The tears from earlier forgotten as you embraced the loving nature of your gorgeous boyfriend.
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fred the tarantula
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“I’m not thrilled about sharing my apartment with a tarantula, but what can I do?” asked Happy, with a note of panic, suggesting his question wasn’t completely hypothetical. “May likes him. She thinks it’s cute Peter wants to have a spider brother.”
“Hap, what?”
“Pete can talk to him,” said Happy, scratching his head. “I walked past his bedroom once and he was up in his web hammock with the spider. They were making clicking noises at each other.”
OR
Peter Parker is a ruthless prankster.
Tony sat on his front porch, on his favorite chair, and watched as Happy Hogan drove his SUV up the driveway and parked.
Finally.
Tony had been waiting, not so patiently Pepper liked to point out, for the Parker-Hogan household to arrive all week, ever since May had called him up and asked if it were alright if they stayed the weekend.
As if he’d ever object to having anyone of them over. As if he’d ever object to having any company, ever.
It turned out that retired life was lonely once children left for kindergarten, and wives had companies to run. Many times, Tony considered making a new family of robots out in the garage, though Pepper encouraged him to go and get a pet instead.
“Gerald doesn’t count,” she had told him. “He’s mean, and antisocial.”
“My spirit animal.”
She had rolled her eyes. “You spend too much time talking to Peter and his friends.”
“Impossible,” he’d said. “The fos squad keeps me young.”
Tony tried not to act too excited while the family exited the vehicle and started collecting their bags. Tried, but failed.
He wandered down and greeted them in the driveway, immediately regretting it when he got there just in time to watch Peter pull a glass cage out from the backseat of the car. A giant, furry spider was locked inside.
“What the fuck is that?”
Peter grinned and shoved that creature in his face. “This is Fred.”
“Nope,” said Tony. “Absolutely not. You can’t bring that thing into my home.”
“Aww,” said May. “Don’t be that way, Tony. Fred can’t help it if he looks a little scary.”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, May, but Fred is a tarantula.”
May laughed at him, shaking her head, as if it were silly to be freaked out by a literal, hairy, creepy crawly, and walked past him, trekking up the path with her bags on her shoulder. Peter gave him an annoying little smirk, following his aunt, keeping the spider locked firmly under his arm.
“Hogan,” said Tony, as the Parkers disappeared into the lake house. “What the hell?”
Happy shut the door to the SUV. His face glistened with sweat, and the longer Tony stared at him, the more he noticed how pale he appeared to be, how easily terrified he looked.
“What?” he asked Tony, though his tense body language betrayed him. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh I don’t know,” said Tony. “Let’s start with Peter’s new freaky friend.”
Happy blinked at him and shouldered his duffel bag.
“That teenage terror is living with you now, Hap, it’s your job to make sure he doesn’t do something completely idiotic like bring an actual monster home as a pet.”
“Tarantulas are seriously misunderstood creatures, Tony,” said Happy, in a rehearsed, unconvincing tone. He sounded like a man being held hostage. “I like Fred.”
“You hate spiders.”
“I like this one.”
Tony stared at him. He knew his friend. He knew Happy Hogan was the one person alive who was more afraid of spiders than he was, so the Hagrid act wasn’t cutting it.
“When I first told you about Peter you made me swear he didn’t secretly have eight legs and fangs. You called him unnatural and creepy.”
“Ok, fine, fine,” said Happy. His eyes darted up to look at the front porch, and when he saw that Peter and May were inside, out of hearing range, he admitted. “That thing scares the living crap out of me, are you happy?”
“No. You’re Happy,” said Tony. He was a father. He had a right and responsibility to crack dad jokes, which Happy ignored.
“I’m not thrilled about sharing my apartment with a tarantula, but what can I do?” asked Happy, with a note of panic, suggesting his question wasn’t completely hypothetical. “May likes him. She thinks it’s cute Peter wants to have a spider brother.”
“Hap, what?”
“Pete can talk to him,” said Happy, scratching his head. “I walked past his bedroom once and he was up in his web hammock with the spider. They were making clicking noises at each other.”
Tony erupted with laughter, while Happy glared at him.
“I can’t believe you –“ started Tony. He caught his breath. “He’s messing with you, Hap. You really let that little shit pull that one over on you?”
“…he can’t really speak to spiders?”
“Happy, come on,” said Tony. “This is a literal Hallmark movie. Troubled teen pranks the step-parent.”
“I’m gonna kill that kid,” grumbled Happy, still mopping sweat from his forehead. “I haven’t had a decent night’s rest since he brought Fred home. I’ve been having nightmares about that thing crawling on me in my sleep.”
Tony laughed some more at his friend’s expense, and Happy grumbled some more under his breath.
“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to the kid,” he assured his friend, and together, they walked up the path leading to the front porch. “With teenagers it’s all about threats and blackmail.”
*
Tony waited until the house grew quiet, until May and Pepper had retreated to the back porch with glasses of wine, to have his conversation with Peter. Happy was downstairs in the finally fully furnished guest basement catching up on his beauty sleep, leaving Tony with the perfect opportunity to interrogate the spiderling.
Peter was already dressed and comfortable in his pajamas, and he looked entirely too cozy laid out on the couch, with two fluffy pillows stacked under his head and his leg slanted upwards, his foot resting on top of the couch. A goofy grin was plastered across his face, lit up by the glow of his cellphone.
“Kid.”
No response.
Tony rolled his eyes and snatched the phone away from the teenager.
“So much for the Peter Tingle,” said Tony. He made a big show out of slipping Peter’s cellphone into his pocket, as if he were claiming a trophy that Peter had lost.
“Told you not to call it that,” said Peter. “And it doesn’t work for annoying old men stealing phones. Only works with people who are actually dangerous.”
“Ouch,” said Tony, dripping with sarcasm. “You wound me, kid, I’m plenty dangerous.”
“Can you please just tell me what your problem is so I can text MJ back?” asked Peter, with a whine so petulant Tony considered smacking him on the head with a throw pillow.
“Sure,” said Tony. “As soon as you apologize to Happy for terrorizing him all week with a tarantula.”
Peter grinned and sat up. “Oh yeah? Terrorized?”
“Happy happens to be deathly afraid of spiders, Pete, it isn’t funny.” Tony had tried to keep a straight face, but his mouth had twitched, his facial features betraying him.
“You’re literally smiling right now,” said Peter. “And I resent you thinking my spider brother is just a joke to get at Happy. He’s part of the family. Even Happy said so.”
“Uh huh, under extreme duress.”
“You’re the only person who has a problem with Fred, Mr. Stark,” said Peter. “The rest of the family loves him.”
Unfortunately, the words Peter had said were true. Pepper and Morgan had spent the evening marveling at the tarantula through the glass of his cage, and asking Peter questions about him, while Tony and Happy observed from a safe distance and wondered if they were the only normal people around.
“Peter, be serious, what’s the deal with the spider?”
“I am serious. He’s my brother.”
“Kid,” said Tony, in the biggest get-real voice he could muster. He stared him down, but Peter remained intent on playing innocent with his big, brown doe eyes. “Eventually you’re going to be too old for the clueless act to work.”
“I am actually clueless, though. A lot of times it isn’t an act.”
“Peter.”
“Mr. Stark.”
“Tell me the truth about Fred,” he told him, “or I’ll start sending baby pictures out to all your little friends.”
Peter crossed his arms and sunk back into the couch cushions. “May’s already shown Ned and MJ my baby pictures.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll have to send them to Flash then,” said Tony. “It’s only fair. You three are always leaving him out, this way he feels included –“
“-Okay, okay fine,” said Peter. “Fred isn’t really my spider. I’m pet sitting for Flash.”
“Why does Flash have a pet tarantula?” asked Tony. He has a very vivid memory of Flash flipping out at a Decathlon meet when he saw a centipede crawling around on the wall.
Peter shrugged. “Says he wants to feel closer to Spider-Man.”
That Tony could believe.
“And you told Happy he was your pet because…”
“-It was really funny,” he told him, then broke into a smile. “Should’ve seen his face. He thinks I can talk to him.”
“That’s horrible,” said Tony, while grinning, and fighting back another round of laughter. He didn’t know why he even pretended. He wasn’t fooling Peter. “You are a menace. That angry podcaster is right. You belong in prison.”
“It was funny, though,” said Peter, still grinning obnoxiously.
“Why the sudden interest in terrorizing Happy? I thought you were okay with him and your aunt being together.”
“I am,” he said, with a small shrug. “But it’s my job now, you know, as a step-son, can’t really let Happy off easy, Mr. Stark, that’s boring.”
“Yep,” said Tony. “You’ll definitely have to apologize.”
“But-“
Tony lifted his hand to stop him. “Just think of it as my job as a mentor. Wouldn’t want to be thought of as boring.”
“No, just as lame.”
Tony hit Peter with a pillow. “Guess you won’t be getting back your phone, then.”
“Mr. Starkkkkkkk.”
He stared at the kid, waiting for him to catch on.
“You’re not gonna give it back until I apologize.”
“Oh, what do you know? You’re a genius after all.”
*
Tony was dreaming when he first felt it, a tickling sensation tapping across his face, and he smiled, because he imagined it was Pepper finally joining him in bed, kissing him. It wasn’t until it continued, and he was pulled further out from his sleep, that dread pooled in his stomach. Pepper’s lips weren’t that hairy.
His eyes snapped open in terror.
Fred was on his face.
Tony screamed, high-pitched and loud. He fought with his comforter until he rolled out of bed and onto the floor. He hit the carpet with a thud, and with some relief. There wasn’t anything on him anymore, but he still couldn’t stick around and let Fred crawl all over him a second time.
He darted out of his bedroom, stopping at the door, but only after hearing maniacal laughter.
He flipped his lights on, and that was when his extreme fear turned into an embarrassing rage. Morgan’s stuffed beaver hung from a sting. Peter Parker was stuck to the ceiling, just above the bed, holding the end, and Morgan sat in the armchair by the window, giggling too much to breathe properly.
“You kids are evil,” said Tony, wagging a finger up at Peter, who only grinned at him in response. “And not funny. You could’ve given me a heart attack.”
Peter flipped down from the ceiling and landed on his feet. The disgusting showoff.
“No way,” he said. “Your hearts too strong to be taken out by a stuffed beaver. And you owe me just a little more credit. Do you really think I’m such an irresponsible person that I’d let Fred roam free? In a house that’s hostile towards spiders?”
“Yeah, uh huh, keep it up, and you’ll see true hostility,” said Tony, giving him a playful shove. “And how much this house truly hates spiders.”
“Daddy’s lying, Peter, he gets so lonely when you don’t visit,” Morgan pipes up. She has reclaimed her stuffed, and she’s untying the string.
“I think Mr. Beaver needs a timeout, Morgunna,” said Tony. “He’s up way past bedtime.”
“Peter says bedtime is more of a suggestion than a rule.”
“Oh yeah?” asked Tony. “Then it’ll be Peter’s fault when you get put in timeout.”
“Alright, fine,” said Morgan, sighing heavily. “I’m going to bed, I’m going to bed.”
“Why does my home turn into chaos whenever you’re around?”
Peter smiled, and shrugged, and even though Tony had nearly been scared to death, he realized Morgan was right. He did get lonely whenever the Parker-Hogans go awhile without visiting, so he did the only logical thing. He spent the rest of his night plotting ways to entice them over more often.
*
It wasn’t until breakfast the next morning that Tony handed Peter back his phone.
He waited until after Peter apologizes to Happy, and took some heat from May for his lies and his pranks.
“Really May,” said Happy. “It isn’t a big deal. No harm, no foul.”
“See Happy knows how to take a joke,” said Peter.
“Yeah, of course I do, and besides, Peter can’t help it. A boy acting out in his situation is completely normal, you see Tony gave me this book ��“
“-what?” Peter cut in, glaring at Tony.
Tony lifted the cereal box, and moved it strategically, hiding his smile behind it.
“It’s fine, Pete,” said Happy. “Nothing a little bonding time won’t fix.”
“… bonding time?” asked Peter, with a definite crack in his voice.
“Oh yeah, I think we’ll go on a trip. How do you feel about camping? The great outdoors? We’ll leave all our electronics, even our phones, behind. It’ll be fun.”
“That does sound like fun,” said May.
“Uh, um, I don’t know,” Peter stammered. “I’m really busy with homework and stuff.”
“I think you can afford to take some time off school, Pete, after everything you’ve been through,” said May. “A family trip sounds lovely.”
“Great,” said Happy. “I’ve also signed us up to chaperone Peter’s next fieldtrip, and his senior prom.”
“WHAT?”
Happy looked directly at Peter and said, “the book says I need to be more involved.”
Tony scooted the cereal box over and saw with great satisfaction that Peter looked thoroughly stressed.
“I will miss Fred, though,” said May. “When he goes back to live with Flash.”
“We all learned a lot from him,” said Happy. “Didn’t we, Peter?”
*
Tony sat on his porch, a mug of his favorite coffee in one hand, and watched Morgan play fetch with Rascal. The German Shepard puppy ran like a fawn learning to walk, all awkward limbs and tripping over air, but Tony had to admit it, it was adorable, and he was happy Pepper put the idea in his head for him to get a pet.
Rascal kept him company during the day.
He gave Gerald a new mortal enemy, effectively distracting him from eating all the plants in the garden, and he grew less hostile towards Tony and Pepper as a result.
Rascal was also responsible for Peter dropping by more often on the weekends. Tony didn’t mind it took a puppy to entice his family to visit, he was just happy Rascal only had four legs.
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Kidnapped
Marcus Moreno x gn!reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: kidnapping, mild violence, angst, established relationship, fluff
Request from anon
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You never thought your life would turn out like this, but you wouldn’t complain at all. If someone had told you months ago that you would be with Marcus Moreno, the leader of the Heroics, you would have laughed and called them crazy. But after a chance meeting at the laundromat, you both left with each other’s numbers and a new friendship quickly turned into something more. Feelings grew fast between you and Marcus, and soon neither of you could imagine your lives without the other.
His daughter Missy also quickly became a big part of your life. The two of you hit it off just as quickly, and you were just as fond of her as you were her father. You found yourself at the Moreno house more nights than not, even if Marcus wasn’t home. Nights alone with Missy were just as fun as the nights the three of you spent together. Everything just felt right, and you felt like you belonged to a family for the first time in your life.
It was a beautiful sunny afternoon and you stood outside of your car and leaned against it as you waited for Missy to get out of school. Marcus had called you and said he wouldn’t be out of headquarters in time and frantically asked you to pick Missy up. You didn’t hesitate, and you were more and happy to get her.
Missy called your name as she bounced up to you, surprised but still happy to see you. It wasn’t the first time you picked her up from school, but this time it came unexpectedly.
Marcus also had insisted that even though Missy was to join the Heroics in the future, school was still important for the time being. When he had asked for your opinion, you were taken off guard but you agreed with him. Missy gave you both a pout, but she realized that there would be plenty of time in her life to be a hero, and for now she needed to enjoy her time as a kid.
“Surprise kiddo,” you gave her a hug when she ran up to you with open arms, “I’m your chauffeur today.”
“Dad couldn’t make it?” she asked as he set her backpack in the backseat.
You nodded as you held the door open for her, “Yeah, he got caught up at headquarters so it’s just you and me for now,” the two of you stood at the side of your car as you planned out your afternoon, “How about we get a little after school snack, whatever you want, and then we can make something together for when your dad gets home?”
Missy’s face lit up, “I think you should pick me up from school more often!”
“Don’t tell your father that,” you laughed, but you enjoyed the sentiment. She was more than just your boyfriend’s kid to you, and you cared for her as if she was your own kid.
But your light mood was quickly brought down when a distant explosion rocked the ground. Luckily for you and Missy, it was further down the street and on the other side of the car from where you stood. You quickly grabbed her and ducked you both down so that your car served as a shield. Screams ran through the air as people ran, and you and Missy both peeked around the hood to see what the cause of the commotion was.
“You ok?” you whispered to her, and she nodded in response.
Missy stepped forward a bit to get a better view, despite your protests. In the distance, she saw a large, towering man, and you both could feel his heavy footsteps in the ground as he quickly approached you.
“Titan…” Missy breathed as she recognized the new foe.
He was someone who had gone head to head with both Missy and Marcus on missions in the past. However, they were never able to get the upper hand, and he always slipped away at the last minute. Titan’s power was super strength, and he was aptly named as he tossed cars out of his way like they were nothing. The muscles in his arms were bigger than Missy’s entire body and Titan towered over nearly everyone he encountered. She was right to be afraid, as were you.
“I think it’s time to call your dad now,” you suggested as you tried to hide the panic in your voice.
“Yeah,” Missy snapped out of her daze and ducked back down as she tapped at the device on her wrist.
“Moreno!” Titan shouted, which caused you and Missy to freeze in terror and look at each other. He was after her, and this was a deliberate attack since Marcus was nowhere near.
“Missy? What’s going on?” Marcus’ voice rang through the device, but it did not bring as much comfort as you would have liked.
“Dad! It’s Titan… He’s here…” she sounded braver than you felt.
On the other end on the line, Marcus jumped to his feet as he said both of your names. You could feel the panic in his voice through the communicator, “I’m on my way,” he spoke without hesitation.
Just as the words left his lips, Marcus summoned his swords, ripped off his glasses and grabbed his tac vest. His face was stoic as he tried to keep a level head while he ran out of headquarters as fast as he could. The two people he cared the most about were in danger, and he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if anything happened to either of you. He kept the communicator on so he could talk to both of you as he grabbed a hoverboard and dashed out toward you and Missy.
But he wouldn’t be fast enough. Titan quickly found where you and Missy were hidden behind your car, and he was able to lift and toss your car aside with ease. You gasped and grabbed Missy and tried to run away, but it was useless. His long arm reached out, and before he could grab her, you pushed her aside so that he clutched onto you instead. Although both Missy and Marcus were heroes, you still made a promise to Marcus that you would always look after and protect Missy when you were with her. So, even as scared as you were, you didn’t even hesitate to step in the way.
You let out a scream as he pulled you away from Missy, and you could hear both her and Marcus shout your name. Missy tried to lunge forward in an attempt to get him to let you go, but he knocked her back with a dark chuckle. Marcus grit his teeth as he listened to the scuffle. He hadn’t felt this helpless in a long time and he absolutely hated it. All he wanted to do was keep you and Missy, his family, safe.
“Hang on,” he mumbled under his breath, “I’m coming… I’m coming…”
“Marcus Moreno,” Titan threatened, “I know you’re listening,” Titan stared Missy down as he spoke with you trapped in his grip, “I’m taking something you love… So come and get me.” With that, he turned to leave, and easily blocked Missy’s attempt to attack him again.
Marcus was too late to do anything, and he sped up just in time to watch his nemesis walk away with you in his arms. You struggled and tried to break free, but it was useless. His heart dropped at the sight, and it only got worse when he saw his daughter on the ground.
“Missy!” he called out as he rushed over and scooped her up in his arms.
He inspected her for any wounds, but other than some bruising, she was ok. Tears streamed down her face, however, and Missy buried herself in her father’s chest, “He… he took…” she said your name as she sobbed.
“Shhh,” Marcus wrapped his arms around Missy tightly, “It’ll be ok,” he tried to hide how worried he actually was as he promised Missy that they would get you back no matter what.
You didn’t remember passing out, but you must have at some point because you woke up in what looked like a dungeon. Your arms were shackled to the wall above you and your legs barely touched the floor. With a grunt, you tried to wriggle free, although you knew it was useless.
A dark laugh from the shadows called your attention, and you held your breath as you watched the large figure emerge from the dark corner of the room, “It’s pointless to struggle,” Titan mocked you as he stepped in front of you, “Not even the Heroics could break out of those, what makes you think you can?”
“Go screw yourself,” you spat, not ready to give in to him completely.
That only made him laugh harder, “You’re a feisty one aren’t you?” he cupped your chin to make you meet his gaze, “And good looking too. Moreno sure does know how to pick them.”
“What do you want?” you jerked your head to the side to get him to let go of you.
“I need some leverage, and that’s what you are my dear,” his tone was icy as his fingers trailed down your neck, and it made a chill run down your spine, “Let’s see how well he fights now.”
You grit your teeth as a surge of anger washed through you and temporarily overtook the fear. As Titan hovered over you, you noticed that your legs dangled free and you took full advantage of that. With a deep breath, you kicked your leg up and hit him right between his own legs.
He let out a grunt, but you soon realized it was more from surprise than pain. Titan growled as he grabbed your face, “I appreciate the spark, sweetness,” his voice was low and threatening, “I’ll have to deal with you later.”
With that, Titan turned and left you alone in the room. He slammed the door loudly behind him before he locked it.
A defeated sigh escaped your lips as you rested your head back against the wall. You didn’t know how long you hung there, but you felt your arms start to go numb so it had to be a good while. The room was silent save for your breaths and occasional sob until you heard a loud commotion from down the hall. You lifted your head and fixed your gaze on the door although you couldn’t see anything.
You could hear though, and it sounded like a heated fight not too far from where you were held. You heard several crashes and shouts, although you couldn’t quite make out who the voices belonged to. If you were to take a guess, however, you were sure that one of the voices belonged to Marcus. Your heart pounded in your chest as you helplessly listened to the battle just on the other side of the wall and you could only hope that the Heroics would finally defeat Titan this time.
When it suddenly got quiet, you held your breath and stared at the door. You were afraid to breathe or even blink as you heard a faint shuffle of movement on the other side and you balled your hands into fists since that was all you were able to do. Then, you heard a creak and a bang as the door suddenly flew off its hinges. You shut your eyes tightly and turned your head into your arm in an attempt to protect yourself as best as you could.
The sound of your name in Missy’s voice made you look up, and your shoulders dropped in relief when you saw her and Marcus in the doorway. Their eyes welled up with tears at the sight of you, and Missy instantly bolted towards you. Marcus raised his arm and used his powers to pull the large shackles that bound your wrists out of the wall.
You dropped down to the floor and immediately sank to your knees. You were about to fold over onto yourself when Missy crashed herself into you and wrapped her arms tightly around you. She didn’t even bother to fight back her tears as she cried into your shoulder and held you as tightly as she possibly could.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Missy repeated over and over as her tears dampened your shirt.
“I’m ok, Missy,” you reassured her in a soft voice as you held her back. You could feel her tremble in your arms, and you would have been more shocked about her reaction if you hadn’t just been rescued, “I’m ok,” you repeated as you stroked her back and your own tears fell down your cheeks.
Marcus stood over the two of you and his face finally relaxed when he saw you were unharmed. Your eyes trailed up to meet his and you saw his shoulders visibility drop in relief. After the two of you shared a soft smile, he dropped down to his knees and embraced both of you. His swords clattered to the ground beside you. Marcus wrapped his arms around both you and Missy and brought you as close as he could to his chest, unwilling to let either of you go for a good while.
“Are you hurt?” he finally asked as he pulled away just enough to get a better look at your face.
You shook your head, “I’m ok,” you took a shaky breath, “I was more scared for you two… He said I was leverage and I…” you drifted off as you felt Missy squeeze you even tighter and you didn’t want to think of what could have happened.
Marcus felt his own tears well up in the corners of his eyes as he studied your face. It was then that he truly realized how much you meant to him, “I was scared too,” he admitted in a hushed tone, and from your arms Missy muffled in agreement, “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you. You and Missy…” he took a deep breath, “You’re my world,” he was quiet for a minute as he squeezed your arm tightly, “I love you.”
Your eyes went wide. This was the first time Marcus had said the words out loud; you both decided to wait until you were sure and ready to say it, even though it was obvious how much you each cared about each other. But before you could open your mouth to reply, you were cut off by Missy.
“I love you too,” she said your name as she looked up at you and finally pulled away.
You laughed as you caressed the side of her face, “I love you too, Missy,” you placed a soft kiss to the top of her head before you turned to Marcus, “And I love you, Marcus.”
Marcus let out the breath he held since his confession and leaned in to place a tender kiss to your lips. He smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around you and Missy again and just held you both close to his heart where you were both safe, “Let’s get out of here.”
“Please,” Missy added as he helped you both stand.
~
Notes: I live for this trope so much so I had a lot of fun with this one!!! And I used the reader from the Laundry Day drabble since people really liked that one but it wasn’t needed to read that one. Thank you to the anon who requested this! And as always, taglists are open so let me know if you’d like to be added :)
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