#I did get worried they’d climb all the way up my arm and fall off onto the floor

[littlewigglers]

Baby

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hey kat <3

could i request a Steve Harrington hurt comfort or angst where r and Steve and the others make it out of the upside down(s4), but r is injured and she doesn't realise it until they actually get back to hawkins.

the adrenaline's just masking any pain they're all feeling, but when they climb through the gate at eddies trailer and reader falls on the mattress, she winces. Steve asks her about it when they finally get to his house, after it's all over and done with.

you can totally ignore this if it's not your cup of tea. but thanks anyways love<3

✩ I hope this is alright, i wrote it as soon as i woke up 👩‍💻. didn’t proofread it so im really sorry for any mistakes !! thanks for the ask <3

Steve’s hurt. It’s the only thing your mind can focus on beneath skull mountain. Steve’s hurt and you weren’t there to protect him.

The bats had held onto him as if he was the best thing they’d ever tasted, and even with your pushing and pulling, it took way longer to get them off of him then you would’ve liked. Your mind couldn’t even focus on your own injuries, particularly the large gash on your thigh from the bats claws, but instead on Steve’s face constructed in pain.

“I’m sorry,” You breathed, wrapping your shirt scrap onto his gaping wound. His normally tan skin was paled, brown eyes dilated slightly.

You watched as the shirt began to seep into a light pink color and tightened it more to stop the blood flow, and Steve hissed as you did. You froze at the noise, mind running with different outcomes and worries.

“Hey, hey,” Steve reassured, back sliding down the rock so he could be eye-level with you. He winced as he did. “I’m okay.” He spoke softly, reaching a hand out to cup your cheek. “We’re all okay.”

You gazed around at all your friends, Robin and Eddie are nursing each others wounds, while Nancy takes care of her own. You’d always admired the girl for her resilience and independence.

To be honest, sometimes you almost felt jealous of the girl. Steve had been in love with her for so long before he finally started to fall for you last summer at Starcourt, but sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like those feelings they had for each other never fully went away.

You sucked in a breath, “I know. It’s just.. what if-”

“Don’t think about the what ifs,” He spoke, pink lips slightly glossy, “We’re here now, and we’re okay. Alright?”

You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on your breathing. Sometimes, it was still hard for you to comprehend that this was your life now. After the disaster at Starcourt and you’d been exposed to this entire situation, sometimes you still just couldn’t believe how many times these people had put their lives on the line.

“You promise you’re okay?” You asked solemnly, shoulders slightly slumped. Steve just grinned and rubbed your arm gently, “I promise,” He eyed your figure, “Are you okay?”

You nearly scoffed. Steve had chunks of flesh missing from his stomach and he was asking if you were okay? “I’m fine, Steve.”

He squinted his eyes at you suspiciously, “Are you sure? We’ll take care of it if you are. Don’t be a hero.”

“I’m not being a hero. I’m just not hurt.”

Steve, being so exhausted and delirious from the blood loss foolishly believed you. He kissed the side of your head softly and followed you as you followed Nancy to the Wheeler residence.

His first sign should’ve been when you nearly stumbled down the stairs. He’d been there to catch you, eyebrows knitted as he helped you steady. “What happened?” He asked.

You let out an awkward chuckle, going a bit pink at everyone’s concerned gazes. “I’m fine,” You spoke softly, “Just lost my balance.”

Nancy hummed, but she didn’t look convinced. Once everyone left the room to figure out what the hell Steve was yelling about, she pulled you aside. “You’ve been quiet ever since Skull Rock. Did you get hurt?”

You swallowed. The adrenaline rush you had felt was slowly waning away, leaving you to feel every bit of the long gash on your thigh. “I’m fine.” You spoke, thankful that your black leggings hid the dark red substance slowly leaking from you, “Just exhausted.”

Nancy still didn’t look convinced, her eyes glimmering slightly as she sucked in her bottom lip, “If something’s wrong we can figure out a way to help you, okay?” She took a breath, her eyes downcast. “If.. if you’re hurt and- and god forbid something were to happen to you Steve would never forgive himself. You can’t do that to him.”

You knew she was right, Steve didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve to lose someone else after everything he’s suffered, but you firmly believed you’d be okay. If anything, you’d just need a few stitches and then everything would be okay. Which is why you say, “I’m fine. Promise.”

❣︎

You were more than just relived when you made it to Eddies trailer. You were practically ecstatic. You were ready to get out of this hellhole and finally take care of your wound.

But, you should’ve known that nothing would be okay, not after Nancy’s vision. You and Steve watched as she fell over, the both of you attempting to shake her awake while everyone else rushed to find a song.

But, Nancy wouldn’t need it, and instead would wake on her own with a message from Vecna.

Steve let Nancy go first, her body hitting the mattress softly. Robin helped her up, offering her hand which Nancy gratefully took.

Next, it was your turn. Steve helped you down, his cold hand on your lower back gently dropping you down.

But, unlike everyone else, you couldn’t get up from the mattress. The fall winded you, and the pain on your leg increased tenfold. You let a quiet whine when you tried to stand on it, immediate tears springing to your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Steve called down in a panic stricken voice.

“I’m- I’m fine.” You replied hoarsely, attempting again to stand and being unable to.

Eddie gazed down to where a large pool of blood was beggining to form on the mattress beneath your leg,band his face immediately paled.

“Shit, shit, shit,” He chanted, “You gotta get down here, man!” He called. Eddie graciously slipped his ringed fingers under your back and knees, carrying you away from the mattress and towards the couch.

You barely heard Steve’s body hit the bed as he jumped down, but you felt his presence as soon as Eddie set you down. “Shit, how long has- why didn’t you-”

You could feel Steve’s panic, and it made you want to scream. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to be okay, and everything would’ve been fine.

But even now you can feel the unnerving exhaustion the blood loss is making you feel, and you know that’s not going to happen.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke softly, eyes glassy with tears as you began to accept your fate.

Steve was yelling for them to get help, his own eyes wet and wide.

He attempted to put pressure on the wound, and at this point you couldn’t even feel the pain anymore. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He chanted, voice wobbly.

“I’m sorry,” You swallowed, “I didn’t want to worry you.”

“I told you not to be a hero!” He cried, “You- you said you were okay.”

“I know,” You shushed softly, “You’ll be okay.”

Steve froze for a moment, letting your words process. You didn’t say I’ll be okay, you said He’d be okay. While the change was slight, he understood what it meant.

“You’ll be okay too,” He attempted, voice weak. “We’re gonna be okay, and we’re gonna get that apartment in Indianapolis that we talked about, okay? We’re gonna move outta Hawkins like we said we would.”

You smiled softly at the memory, remembering all the sweet nights where you laid naked in his bed, drawing soft patterns on his back. You’d talk for hours about your futures. About marriage and kids and growing old together.

You just wish you could’ve seen it happen.

“Can you remind me?” You asked softly, eyelids heavy. “About our life after we get married?”

Steve let out a quiet sob. He’d stopped his attempts at putting pressure on your leg, he knew it was too late. There wasn’t anything he could do.

“We’re gonna-” He sniffled, hand reaching for your own and squeezing it tightly. “We’re gonna get married in the forest, just behind Hoppers house with the Gazebo. And we’re gonna move into a beautiful apartment in the city, with green shudders and- and-” He paused momentarily, a tear slipping down his cheek.

You squeezed his hand softly, encouraging him to keep going. He took a breath, glassy eyes staring at your paling face. “We’ll have three kids. Two boys and a girl, and they’ll have a cat named Penny. They’re gonna- gonna get older and they’ll all go off the college, and we’ll have so much space we won’t know what to do with ourselves.” He chuckled softly, “We’ll spend every day with each other. Doing all that sappy, old people stuff. And- and we’ll grow old together and we’re gonna live happy, okay? I just- you just gotta-”

He allowed himself to risk a glance at your face, and he wished he hadn’t. Your eyes were closed, a soft smile tugging on your pale lips, and he knew what it meant.

You were gone. Just like that.

And even as the police arrived and Eddie attempted whatever story he could put together onto why you all looked so.. well, roughed up, Steve couldn’t even listen.

All he could focus on was your body slowly being zipped away.

[lordgrimwing]

Friends and Family #09

[for Maedhros and Maglor week, hosted by @maedhrosmaglorweek]

“Everybody,” Maedhros’ voice echoed through the cave. “Be quiet.”

Maglor put a hand over Caranthir’s mouth to muffle his whimpering. Fingon hushed the cousins nearest him, scooping sobbing Utrass up in his arms. Celegorm, bleeding from several scrapes courtesy of tumbling down the cliff the rest of them climbed down, held the old mining helmet aloft and tried to ignite the carbide lamp again. Everyone heard the fruitless clicking of the sparker. 

“We’re going to be fine,” Maedhros continued now that he had their attention. 

Six sets of eyes blinked at him in the dark, waiting. Caranthir sniffled again.

“Uncle Fingolfin knows where we went. If we can’t get out, the adults will come looking for us in a few hours. But–” He said, knowing Celegorm and Turgon opened their mouths to object to waiting for rescue– “we’ll get ourselves out before that happens. We didn’t go very far, and Maglor, Fingon, and I’ve all been down here on our own. Celegorm and Turgon, you two need to help us keep the littluns safe so we all stay together.”

“I’m not little!” Curufin objected. This was quickly followed by a thud as he tripped over something and fell.

“I got him!” Eiliaduin assured everyone.

“Thanks,” Maglor said, reaching out blindly with his free hand until he felt someone’s head.

Aredhel screamed. Everyone flinched.

He grabbed her arm. “It’s just me.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Maedhros sighed, long-suffering and already weary. “We’re all going to hold hands and go back the way we came.”

“What about the ledge we came down?” Turgon asked. The darkness did nothing to hide his worry. “I can’t climb back up in the dark.”

“Me neither,” Maglor admitted. He was still horribly short in his mind. Even Fingon was taller than him now, and he was 2 years younger. 

“I’ll help everyone get up,” Maedhros said. “Now, come toward my voice and find a hand to grab.”

With a fair amount of shuffling and bumping and narrowly avoiding falls, they came together. Maglor, Fingon, Turgon, and Celegorm caught hold of the younger cousins’ hands, helping everyone join into a line behind the oldest. Maedhros called off everyone’s name to make sure they were all accounted for, then started shuffling slowly forward.

It was rough at first, but with a little trial and error (and Celegorm telling Caranthir to stop stepping on his feet, which the slightly younger boy insisted he was not doing on purpose) they fell into a rhythm. Maedhros described where they should be at regular intervals, warning when the passage sloped down or up again or the ceiling closed in low enough that they had to crawl awkwardly onward.

Before long—though it felt like an eternity to Maglor, blindly following everyone else from his spot in the back of the line—they arrived in the cavern with the dripping stalactites. Splashing through the shallow pool of mineral-rich water, they found the way forward blocked by a rough wall. 

Maedhros felt his way along the stone, fingers searching for the opening they all slipped through earlier. He found it, a smooth hole at shoulder height, just as he began to worry that he wouldn’t be able to or that he’d accidentally led them into a different part of the cave. Relieved, knowing that it was just a bit further now before they’d see daylight, he said, “We’re almost there everyone. This is the last hard part.”

A cheer went up as they all gathered around him, eager to get out.

“Fingon?” He asked when things quieted down. “You go first and help everyone get reconnected up there. There’s a couple side passages up there, and I don’t want anyone to wander off.”

“Right,” Fingon agreed. “Can someone take Utrass?”

After handing the slightly calmer five-year-old off to Turgon, Maedhros hoisted him up and he scrambled into the mouth of the tunnel. 

“I’m ready,” He said.

Maedhros called for another cousin. 

Soon, Maglor was the last one waiting. He reached out for his brother’s hands. They were rough and strong against his own, confident as they cupped together, forming a step for his muddy foot. Maedhros helped him get up into the trees for years like this when the branches were too high for him to reach on his own. If he was climbing the tree to look for fruits or nuts, he always made sure to find a few extra just for Maedhros. He laughed a little at the bright memory.

“What?” His brother asked.

“I just thought about climbing trees.”

Maedhros chuckled under his breath. A private sound, just for the two of them. “I wish there were plums at the end of this.”

“Aunt Anairë brought lots of jams. Maybe she has plum.” 

In the dark, Maedhros grinned. “We’ll have to ask when we get back.”

With that, he lifted him up.

Maglor climbed over the edge, surprised by the relief he suddenly felt at making it out of the deep dark in the cavern. While it wasn’t much, he could just make out the tracest, tiniest hit of light here. It wasn’t visible from below, but now he could see Fingon’s vague silhouette.

“Come on up, Mae,” His cousin said, gesturing Maglor a few feet up the tunnel so there was plenty of room.  

Maedhros reached over the ledge. There wasn’t anything for him to grab onto, and though he jumped and tried to find a purchase for his feet against the stone, he couldn’t get enough leverage to climb up. He landed in the puddle with a splash and frustrated grunt after every try.

“Is he stuck?” Eiliaduin asked, trying to look back at what was happening from her new spot between Celegorm and Caranthir.

“No,” Maedhros insisted. “I’m not stuck.”

He jumped again.

“Wait,” Maglor said after the inevitable splash. “Grab Fingon and my hands this time.”

“I don’t want to pull you back down,” Maedhros worried.

“You won’t!” Fingon quickly interjected. To Maglor he said, “Sit down and press your feet against the wall.”

When they were wedged tightly into place, they asked him to try one more time. He did, and, grunting and straining, they managed to pull him up. The children clapped and the three of them fell together in a pile of relief and exhaustion. Maedhros hugged them both.

After a moment’s reprieve, they stood up and started the last leg of the journey out of the caves.

[buggy-samaaa]

S/I Part 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

A few days pass and I’m still too scared to sleep, everyone hates me so much. I’m completely dead inside because of my lack of sleep. I walk around like a zombie, and my eyes so puffy I can hardly see.

Me: G…Guhh…

Buggy: Yikes, what the hell? You look like death walking.

Me: Gghhh… so.  t i r e d *rubs eyes, somehow making them puffier* End me…

Buggy: Why haven’t you been sleeping?? Are you still scared of the crew?

Me: Not scared. Cautious. Guh

Buggy: *looks concerned* You seriously need to get some sleep. I’m worried :( *blanches and furrows his brows to hide his concern* >:( b-because now you won’t be able to draw people properly

Me: I’ll just… *yawn* say it’s a new act… “how much of you can I draw before I fall asleep”… *falls forward* Zzz

Buggy: Whoa! *catches me and stands me back up* Mo, go to bed.

Me: Nooo… They’re gonna prank me… Zzz *falls forward again*

Buggy: Gah! *catches me again, stands me up* They’re not gonna prank you! Go to sleep!

Me: *slaps my face to wake up* Huff, okay. Okay. But who’s gonna do my duties for the day?

Buggy: Don’t worry about that, just go, for fuck’s sake. You’re an eyesore. Literally. You should see your eyes right now. *pushes me to the crew’s quarters* I’m not leaving until you get into the hammock.

Me: *sighs* Alright, alright… *starts to lift off my shirt by the hem, to undress for bed*

Buggy: GAH! *turns away, blushing*

Me: Eheheheh gotcha. I’m not gonna undress. *puts shirt back down and climbs into my hammock* *yawns and curls up*

Buggy: *growls, still blushing* Don’t do that! I’m your captain!

Me: Sorry, haha. I’ll never undress again.

Buggy: No, stupid, you can undress, you just—

Me: Oh okay *starts to undress*

Buggy: GAH!! *turns away and blushes more*

Me: Eheheheh gotcha again

Buggy: GO TO SLEEP *slams door shut*

—

I sleep all day and night and wake up the next morning with a great idea. I run into Buggy in the galley during breakfast.

Me: Captain, do you have a minute?

Buggy: *chomping food* Yeah what

Me: I thought of a solution! A way for the crew and I to get along!

Buggy: *chomp, chomp* Let’s hear it

Me: I audition for everybody, to earn my place on the crew. And they decide if that audition is good enough.

Buggy: *swallows* What if they say no?

Me: That’s a risk I have to take, I guess.

Buggy: But… what if they say no, though?

Me: Than I’d be out of here.

Buggy: I don’t like this idea, I think I should be the one to decide whether you stay.

Me: If you did that, they’d find a way to say it was a mistake, or unfair, or that you just think I’m cute.

Buggy: *panicked* I DON’T THINK THAT

Me: Huh? You’ve literally called me cute before. You said, “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

Buggy: *still panicked* I DIDN’T S— I WAS— IT WAS A JOKE!!!

Me: Damn, okay, I get it.

Buggy: N-Not that you’re ugly!! You’re not! I just— gahhhh

Me: *sighs* Let’s get back to the matter at hand. Audition. Here are my thoughts: *I tell Buggy my ideas for the audition so he can tell me his opinions.*

Buggy: *steeples fingers in front of him* Okay, hear me out.

Me: Yeah?

Buggy: What if they say no

Me: *grabby hands as if I want to throttle him* *sighs and retreats* Look, to have *any* chance of getting along with this crew, I have to prove myself, and that means taking a big risk! That’s just the way it’s gotta be. Okay?

Buggy: *sinks in chair and crosses arms, pouting* …okay.

Me: THANK you. Alright. Good. I better go practice.

—

The next day, everyone’s been informed of my audition, happening that evening. It’s taking place on the deck, and I’m in the middle with my easel, surrounded by the crew.

Buggy: Ladies, gentleman, and the rest of ya, welcome to the OFFICIAL AUDITION for Mo’s place on the crew!

The crew: *scattered applause*

Buggy: *glares*

The crew: WOOO YEAH! *clapping eagerly*

Buggy: Tonight, they’ll be performing a feat unlike any other! Drawing a portrait in 30 seconds!

The crew: *murmur*

Buggy: And…! After only two seconds of seeing the subject!

The crew: *murmur, murmur*

Buggy: AND…! ~BLINDFOLDED…~

The crew: *murmur! murmur, murmur!*

Buggy: *excited that they sound impressed* *gives me a thumbs up*

Me: *gives him a shaky thumbs up back*

Buggy: Whooo will my finger land onnnn *spins around with his eyes closed, pointing* Eenie, meenie, miney… YOU! *opens eyes, finger has landed on Mohji* Get up there!

Mohji: *walks to the spotlight, which is in front of me*

My eyes are closed, so I don’t know that it’s Mohji yet. Buggy comes up behind me with a blindfold.

Buggy, whispering: You got this, peanut gallery.

Me: Phoo… here we go. *I open my eyes and look at Mohji, which Buggy counts out for 2 seconds, then he blindfolds me.*

Buggy: THIRTY! TWENTY-NINE! TWENTY-EIGHT! *directs the crew to continue counting down*

The crew: *continues the count*

Soon, the end of the countdown is reached. I remove my blindfold and see that I actually did pretty good! It’s a caricature, not a serious portrait, but it’s still fairly impressive, as everything is in the right place and it resembles Mohji. I look back at the crew with a nervous smile. But… no one’s applauding. I see that Buggy has motioned for silence.

Buggy: Now, for the moment of truth.*he moves his hands behind his back, where I can see his fingers are crossed for luck* Applaud if you want Mo to pass their audition. *his fingers cross a little tighter*

The crew: *hesitates… then… everyone applauds! Some a little half-heartedly, but still!*

Buggy: *turns to me and gives me a big grin and claps* Take a bow!

Me: *grins back* *bows*

That night, I’m no longer scared of sleeping in my own hammock. The crew isn’t quite buddy-buddy with me, but there is a lot less tension than before, and some even give me half-smiles when we pass each other.

—

The next week or so, Buggy and I have breakfast together, just to chat. It’s become a routine. Sometimes other crew members will join us at the table, but Buggy usually seems a little miffed when it’s not just me and him. I don’t really understand why that is, but other crew members think it’s obvious…

One night, I over hear them talking to one another in the crew’s quarters.

Vakky: We have to talk about it

Bets: About *what,* Vakky…

Vakky: You fucking know. You-know-who and the captain

Hewitt: *mimes drawing, looking curious*

Vakky: Yes, that person.

Hewitt: *nods and makes a lewd gesture, grinning*

Bets: Hewitt, shut up

Hewitt: *silent laughter*

Me: *listening intently, pretending to be asleep, wondering who “you-know-who” is*

Vakky: They are totally *also makes the lewd gesture*

Bets: I don’t want to hear about this…

Ji: What are you guys talking about?

Hewitt: *mimes drawing to represent me, then makes an illusion of removing her finger to represent Buggy, then makes the lewd gesture once more*

Ji: Oh, yeah, no shit

Bets: Can we stop??

Thatchko: Are you jealous or something?

Bets: No.

Yoya: She looks jealous to me. But the question is. which of them is she jealous of? *has a snide look*

Bets: Definitely neither of them. *turns around to go to sleep, angrily*

Thatchko: Kekeke. What’s y’all’s opinion of them being an item, anyway?

Hewitt: *so-so gesture*

Vakky: Cute.

Yoya: Weird.

Ji: Cute and weird.

Bets: Don’t give a shit

Thatchko: Well, I think it’s too predictable. Who else would the captain fall for other than his biggest fan?

Me: o_o

Ji: Haha, that’s true. We should have seen it coming a mile away. Especially when they asked for his autograph.

Me: O_O >_< *trying really hard to fall asleep because I don’t know how to handle the idea that Buggy, the hottest thing since sliced bread, could possibly like me back* *thoughts race through my head, of our dinner-and-a-show “not-date” where we pretended to be a couple, of our breakfasts together, of his support of me against his own crew, how nervous he was that the crew may not accept my audition, of sharing wine and butting heads and holding hands and blushing back and forth* *starts to hyperventilate*

Yoya: Do you guys hear that?

Me: *clasps hands over my mouth*

Bets: The sound of y’all continuing to talk even though people are trying to sleep? Was that what you heard?

Yoya: *sighs at her* Whatever, it stopped now. …Actually, yeah, I should hit the hay.

The rest of them: *mumbles of agreement* *they all go to sleep*

Me: *exhales shakily* *waits until I hear snoring, then gets out of my hammock and leaves the room to climb up to the crow’s nest where I can look at the night sky and think*

—

In the crow’s nest, I cuddle up with a blanket and look at the stars, trying to clear my head. Then I hear walking on the deck below. I peek over the side out of curiosity and see that it’s Buggy, pacing and talking to himself.

Buggy: It’s simple. It’s so simple. All you have to do is say, “Want to go on a date?” That is all. End of story. *huffs out a short breath* You pretty much went on one before, even though it was a trade and not a real date, but you held hands! You’re, like, halfway there already! It’s not! Hard! *sighs* Then again, we were both drunk as shit… *holds head in his hands* Ggghh… *puts hands in front of him* Okay, here’s the plan. Tomorrow. Breakfast. I ask. They’ll say yes, obviously, and then it’s a done deal. *bites knuckles* …If I’m sure they’re gonna say yes… why am I so scared?? *stops biting, detaches one of his hands and points it at himself* Because you’re a shitty little coward! They probably don’t even like you back! *bites knuckles again* Damn, I have a point… *growls and scratches at his hair wildly* *exhales* *stops pacing and goes to his room*

Me: *blinks dazedly* The FUCK is happening tonight.

[jtwritesstuff]

Race to the Finish - Chapter 3 - Talks and Terrors

We started our drive, pulling out of the daycare and were about a minute in before Ty spoke again “Stephen, what happened?” I looked up at the mirror as I saw him glancing back at me every so often and I just shrugged a bit as I rubbed my eyes. “Bud, what happened, even Stevie doesn’t have accidents like that much, and the not taking a nap? Really? You know your body needs that rest.” 

I just shrugged again and muttered “I’m fine.” He gave me a bit of a look “You’re not, you look like you pulled an all-nighter, and especially with the accident…you’re worrying me lil dude…” I huffed a bit, hearing that stupid nickname again “I’m fine, it’ll all be fine, just…gotta get used to not needing naps…” 

Ty just sighed again as he drove, continuing to glance back at me as I sat back, staring out the window of the car, seeing the town fly past. Though soon enough we were slowing down and pulling into the house, we didn’t live far from the daycare, and honestly if either Khris or Ty were home for the day I know they’d normally walk me.Ty stopped the car, but didn’t move to get out, instead he turned around and looked at me, patting my leg a bit. 

“Stephen, I’m being serious when I say I’m worried…this isn’t like you at all. I know you wanna be seen as an adult still and wanna be ‘big’, but that’s not a thing anymore, and I’m worried forcing yourself down this path is gonna hurt you more than it helps…” I just rolled my eyes and gave him a look “Well thanks ‘dad’, I’ll take that into consideration, now, let me out” Ty just looked at me, looking a bit upset and hurt as he slowly got out and came to my side, opening the door and unbuckling me as I climbed out and walked towards the house without another word.

Ty followed, opening the door for us and I immediately went to make my way to the living room, but was stopped by his voice “No Stephen, you need a nap, to your room.” I whipped around, shooting a death glare up at him “I don’t need a nap! You can’t just tell me what to do!” Ty gave me a look “I can and I will, now, go to your room or I’ll take you there, your choice.” 

I just glared, feeling my anger rising, who the hell did this guy think he was, telling me when I needed to sleep. Ty just crossed his arms a bit, looking at me, obviously this hadn’t been his first rodeo with me as he simply said “You go or I take you, your choice.” I clenched my first a bit but then yelled out “FINE!” Before stomping to my room, the anger still there as I couldn’t resist the urge to shout back “I hate you!” before slamming my door shut and locking it, stomping to my bed as I felt what often comes with anger welling up inside me…sadness. 

I sniffled a bit as I threw myself on to this stupid toddler bed, in this stupid toddler room, grumbling as I kicked basically everything off, thinking for some reason that’d show them just how mad I was. I slammed myself onto the mattress and curled up, sniffling into my pillow. This was all so…stupid, they wouldn’t let me do ANYTHING, treating me like a stupid child, thinking they have ANY say over ANYTHING with me. 

I just laid there, my thoughts running in angry circles as I felt the tears finally start to run down my cheeks. I stared at the window for a while, watching cars pass outside and hearing the sounds of kids playing after just getting done with school. It was all so…stupid, I thought as I felt my eyes start to flutter, though I was just as determined to keep myself awake. My body though, had other plans, and knew I couldn’t keep myself up like this. I watched out the window and there were moments my eyes would flutter shut for minutes before I realized…and soon enough they fluttered shut and stayed that way as I felt sleep take me, my body giving into the nap I desperately needed at this point.

I don’t even remember dreaming, I just remember falling asleep and then waking up after what felt like a few hours, having the moment of waking from a nap where your entire body feels heavy and you wanna just keep sleeping. I slowly rolled over, feeling a blanket on me now as I looked down, seeing my race car baby blanket on me and my door wide open. Ty must’ve used his screwdriver trick again. 

I slowly sat up, feeling the squish between my legs that was all too familiar and happened nearly every time I slept now. I just softly groaned, my day clothes feeling…gross on me at this point, especially after sleeping in them. As I sat there, rubbing my eyes and waking up, I could hear a conversation in the living room. It sounded like Khris was already home, so I must’ve slept really hard. 

I felt like I was coming in mid conversation as I heard Ty say “I just don’t know Khris, it was a lot.” Khris responded with “I know hun, it’s…hard when he gets like this, I love both big and little Stephen but…when he’s big it’s like he doesn’t understand anything about himself.” Ty sighed “And hearing him say that he hates me…” Khris sounded a bit upset but said “He didn’t mean that and you know it, he was just…tired and probably overwhelmed from his accident…” 

Ty sighed again “Yeah I know…it’s just…easier when he’s little, ya know?” I felt my heart sink and the sadness well up inside me again as I slowly got up and tiptoed to my door. Khris sighed this time “It is, but…we also have to understand he isn’t all used to this still” Ty just stayed silent for a second before responding “I know…I just, I wish he’d try to work with us like Stevie does, instead of fighting everything.” Khris stood “Well he’s asleep right now, so he should be better when he’s…” 

It was just then that she rounded the corner, seeing me standing in the hall, my bottom lip quivering as I stared at her. She just looked stunned, as if caught in the act of sticking her hand in the cookie jar, before saying “Stephen…honey we didn’t…” I just turned and ran into my room, shutting the door before sprinting to my bed and climbing under the covers, feeling the tears already rushing down my face as I started to cry into my knees.

They liked Stevie more, he worked with them, he was their good little boy, he did everything they wanted and I…I was just the problem child. I sat there and cried as I heard the knock at my door and shouted through my tears “GO AWAY!” I heard the door still open as I cried and heard a single set of footsteps walking towards me even as I yelled “I said GO AWAY!” I heard a soft voice, that of Khris as I felt a weight on my bed “No honey” and then I felt her arms wrap around my blanket covered form as I just wailed and sat there. 

She gently rubbed my back and hugged me “I’m so sorry Stephen, I’m so so sorry.” I sniffled and just mumbled out a shaky and snot filled “You don’t want me no more.” She just kept hugging me “No Stephen…that’s not it, we love you, both you and Stevie…it’s just…” She sighed as I tried to answer for her “Stevie’s better.” I felt her hesitate for just a second before gently pulling the blanket off me, looking at me face to face, mine covered in tears and snot as I saw she was also tearing up. 

“No Stephen, Stevie isn’t better or worse, Stevie is you, and you’re Stevie, I just…wish you’d let anyone help you. You don’t have to be big, or do all this on your own…just let us help you.” I sniffled and looked away “I have to be big! I have to…” Khris cut me off with a soft “Shhhh…no Stephen, you don’t, you just have to relax, go with the flow.” 

There was that wording again, same as with Oisin, but Khris continued “I’m…worried about you right now Stephen, the doctors say if you overly stress yourself you could…snap, and…I don’t wanna lose you Stephen…I…I can’t…” She started to sniffle now as the tears welled up and she just hugged me, pulling me close and into her lap. 

“You try to do so much, and I’m worried it’s just hurting you…and I’ll lose you forever Stephen…” I looked up, the tears still running down my cheeks but now I was confused as well, what was she talking about ‘snap’, I’d not heard this, even at my pediatrician. My best guess was that they talked about it outside the room while we were there, but whatever it was…it didn’t sound good if it had her this upset.

We sat there, and just cried together for a long while as she held me tight, as if I might vanish at any second. She calmed down faster than I did, and then slowly worked on calming me, similar to last night with small back rubs and shushing as I just cried into her. After I was somewhat calmed down, still letting out small anguished moans here and there and felt the tears still coming, she gently sat me down on the floor, wiping her tears before grabbing a fresh pull up for me. 

I just followed quietly, sticking to her like a lost puppy at this point as I hiccuped and sniffled, trying to get myself back together unsuccessfully. She gently kneeled down and smiled a weak, motherly smile at me “Shhh..it’s okay Stephen…it’s okay…mommy’s gotcha.” She gently pulled my shorts down and made quick work of ripping the sides of my pull up, cleaning me and getting me to step into the fresh one. She then gently pulled me into another hug, gently patting my back and bottom as she tried to help calm me down fully, rocking me softly as she whispered “Shhh…shhhh….it’s okay…it’s okay..” 

I felt the anxiety and upset feelings fading as she held me, that child mother bond strong even through mental ages as before long she gently let me out of the hug. “There we go…there’s my big boy…” She said, gently combing her fingers through my messy bed head before grabbing a tissue off my dresser and holding it up to my nose. “Blow” she said simply and softly, to which I blew my nose into the tissue and then felt her wipe it clean before throwing all the used items into my diaper pail. 

She smiled a bit and just kissed my forehead “There we go honey…shhh…” I hiccupped a bit more before she slowly helped me back into my shorts and gently scooped me up into her arms, carrying me out and to the living room where Ty sat, looking a bit ashamed as he looked at me. He looked at me “I’m sorry lil dude, I didn’t know you were awake…”

 I just nodded as I cuddled with mom- Khris, and she sat with me in her lap. Ty looked at me “I hope you know I…I love ya little dude, it just…hurt a lot when you said you hated me, it was like a dagger through my heart.” I just nodded slowly as I mumbled “Sorry…” He nodded, patting my leg gently as I just laid on Khris. Khris looked down at me and then Ty “Today’s been a long day, seemingly for all of us…why don’t we just do something easy tonight? Pizza?” Ty nodded and smiled at me “That sound good Stephen?” I nodded slowly as I just cuddled in and Ty stood and walked to the kitchen, probably going to grab a menu.

Ty walked back after a bit, menu in hand as he smiled a bit at us “Why don’t we get the family special? It’s got two pizzas, cheese sticks, and pop.” I nodded a bit as Khris looked down at me “Don’t over do the pop this time, okay Stephen? I don’t need you having another accident today…” 

I felt a slight blush at my cheeks but nodded softly as Ty made the call, going back into the kitchen as Khris just sat with me in her lap, gently rubbing my back and rocking me. I heard Ty ordering the pizza in the other room, one normal cheese, the other supreme, probably for them as my childish tastebuds did make it hard for me to eat anything with lots of different flavors. 

I hear him also order red pop, my mouth immediately watering at the thought of it as it was my favorite always, and likely still will be. Khris just smiled softly at me as I listened and rubbed my back a bit softly “Feeling better honey?” I nodded a bit as she slowly set me next to her “Good, I’m glad to hear it, but we gotta talk, tomorrow when I say it’s nap time, it’s nap time, none of this staying up until you can’t or throwing a tantrum til you have an accident, got it?”

I blushed more at my, now looking back on it, childish actions and just slowly nodded as she ran her fingers through my hair “Good…glad to hear it, now, what do you wanna watch while we wait for this pizza? Bluey?” I cringed almost immediately at the idea and looked up at her “Khris…I’m not a kid right now I-” She cut me off, and gave me a bit of a look 

“Right…I almost forgot with how sweet you were being, we need to talk about…something else, something we can only talk about when you’re an adult.” I felt a small pang of anxiety rise in my chest as I looked up at her, she had a serious look, one I haven’t seen since she said I had to stop sleeping in her room, I knew I was in for a rough conversation.

Khris sighed, as if what was coming next was weighing as heavy on her as it was about to drop on me, and I braced myself for something like her saying I’d have to look for a new place soon or maybe we had to move or something. What came next I would have never guessed though. 

She looked at me seriously and said “Stephen, since you went under the last time, we’ve gone to the doctor a few times, just normal check ups more than anything, but at the last checkup the doctor talked with me about something to do with new research coming out.” I blinked, I’d remembered the visit, I’d gone in and played with the toys before being called back and told I was growing normally and I remember having to get a shot, something that scared even adult me, so that was more than an ordeal…but I didn’t remember this conversation. 

Khris continued “They’ve done research, specifically into kiddos that become lucid and found that high levels of stress can lead to something called a…snap.” I listened closely, she’d used that word earlier when I was having my little breakdown, now I get to find out why. 

She took my hand gently “Snaps happen when virus victims stress themselves out too much, often when trying to be an adult still when they’re not, now I want you to know I’m not saying this to scare you because I’m just as worried about this. From what they’ve gathered when a person snaps, it’s almost like forcing them out of being lucid from what they can tell, and can cause them to have issues…” I looked up “Like…accidents…?” 

She just nodded “So when I heard you’d had one today…I got very scared, especially seeing you so deeply asleep when I got home. I just want you to be safe and make sure you don’t hurt yourself in the process of trying to…I honestly don’t know what you’re trying to do other than prove yourself to…no one at this point.” 

I stared up at her as she  gently started to pet my head, I could see her lip trembling a bit “They don’t know how serious these snaps are Stephen, what they do to people, they say that it is something many bounce back from, but there are a few stories of kids just…snapping and never coming fully back and…Stephen, I…I don’t know what I’d do if that happened to you, I love you so much sweetie, and I wanna protect you, but I can’t protect you from hurting yourself.” 

She gently pulled me close, kissing my head “Just…please, I don’t wanna lose you…I need you to just let us help you…understand we know you’re big…but we can’t keep letting you hurt yourself like you’ve been.” I just looked up at her, feeling her so close to me I could hear her voice breaking as she held me, so I just nodded as I leaned on her “I…I’ll try I just…I don’t want you two thinking I’m some…small child constantly needing help.” 

Khris nodded “But…you are a kid Stephen, my kid, and I know what’s gonna help you the most, okay? So please…let me help you, okay?” I just nodded slowly as she hugged me and kissed my head again. “That’s all I ask honey…just relax, let us help you.” I nodded again as I laid on her and she smiled a bit, gently petting me as I thought about what I’d just learned…and all I could think about was that moment of fuzziness in the bathroom with Sarah…was that a snap? Or the start of one? If so…I’d have to be a lot more careful…and try to get these emotions under control sooner rather than later.

Khris just gently rubbed my side as Ty walked back in and smiled “Alright, pizzas ordered and will be here soon, so, what’s on the docket tonight? Cartoons? A movie? Watching paint dry?” I felt a giggle escape me at that last one and Ty practically beamed a bit at that “There’s a giggle, haven’t heard that in almost two days, here I was thinking my material was getting stale.” 

He walked over and sat as Khris smiled softly down at me “Well…what do you wanna do sweetie?” I shrugged softly and looked, “I guess we can try Bluey…but it’s for kids right?” Ty gave me an almost offended gasp “Not at all! I actually like the show a lot…I mean I didn’t know it existed until YOU forced me to watch it with you for almost three hours straight one day, but honestly, it’s great for kids and adults.” 

 I blushed at that but nodded as Khris pulled it up and smiled down “I think you’ll like it hun, honestly, and if not we can swap to something else, sound good?” I looked up “Yeah…sounds good.” She started the first episode and as I heard the opening kick up I felt a small jolt of elation. That feeling of Stevie poking his head to the surface as it was like I’d not seen the show since I was truly a kid, even though I watched it literally two nights ago with Khris while Ty was out with a friend. 

I watched the show, leaned on Khris and felt enamored with it, not realizing as time seemed to slip away a bit and before I knew it the episode was already over and Ty looked at me “So…whatcha think lil dude?” I blushed a bit as I shrugged “I mean..it was alright” He chuckled “Oh yeah? That’s why you barely even moved and just quietly watched the entire time? I thought for a second you reverted back already.” 

I blushed more as I looked down and Khris chuckled “Ty…no need to tease him, if he liked it, he liked it. No need to push it past there.” Ty nodded a bit, sitting back as he checked the time, likely checking to see if the pizza was late. I went to move, blinking a bit as I felt a slight squish between my legs, I tried not to tense too much as I realized…during that time of watching Bluey…I’d…I’d had an actual accident…and almost immediately felt the sharp shot of panic as I thought about what Khris and I had just talked about. I knew I’d slipped a bit too far down the slope already…the question was if I could claw my way back up or if I’d slide even farther tonight. 

I just laid there, hoping I wouldn’t have to move as the next episode started and we all watched. I was trying to think of a way out of this that wouldn’t let Khris suspect me of anything but my thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing and Ty practically jumping onto his feet “That’d be the pizza! I’m starving!” 

He quickly made his way to the door, pulling his wallet out as Khris rolled her eyes a bit, pausing the episode “Alright honey…lets get you to your seat for dinner.” She went to pick me up but I quickly squirmed away “I..I can walk Khris.” She gave me a bit of a look but nodded as I hopped off the couch and shuffled my way to the kitchen, trying to make my walk look as normal as possible, even with the added bulk between my legs from the now soggy pull up. 

I shuffled to my seat and slowly climbed up onto it, looking back as I sat to see Khris watching me closely. I looked up and likely looked a bit nervous “Y-Yeah?” She shrugged “Nothin, just watchin ya, waitin’ for Ty to get the pizza’s in, but I can hear the ‘starving’ guy talking our delivery guy’s ear off about his car.” She sighed as I nodded a bit quietly and before long we heard the door open and shut again, Ty bringing in all the food as Khris gave him a bit of a look. 

He looked back at her “What…?” She sighed “We’re hungry as well ya know.” He groaned a bit “Khris, it’s not often you see a pizza guy driving a Jeep in that good of condition, and the way it just hummed?” He gave a bit of a chef's kiss as I giggled again at him and he nodded to me “See? Stephen gets it.” Khris sighed as she got the plates out “Yep…you two are just two peas in a pod for that.” 

Ty set the pizza’s down and Khris got my plate ready along with a sippy cup of soda. She brought my food over, setting it in front of me and looking a bit seriously at me “This is your only cup of soda tonight, got it? After this it’s water, milk, or juice.” I nodded a bit as I looked up, quietly mumbling “Thanks Khris.” She smiled, ruffling my hair a bit “Of course sweetie, eat up.” She went to go make her plate as I started to eat, she’d started me with a plate of one slice of cheese, a few cheese sticks and some marinara sauce. 

I started with my pizza, starting to slowly eat as the other two sat down in their chairs. I glanced up at them as they started their conversation up again from last night about us going to the mall, though this time Khris talked about wanting to go to specific stores, starting off with needing to get me new shoes. She looked at me “Now, one thing about the new shoes…you gotta pick something you AND Stevie will like, nothing too plain otherwise Stevie might lose his marbles.” 

I nodded “Alright…I mean, light up shoes are cool no matter what so, I’ll probably go with those.” She smiled and chuckled a bit “Well…maybe you and Stevie have closer tastes than I thought.” She went back to eating as I squirmed a bit in my seat, my pull up starting to get cool and a bit uncomfortable. This was gonna be a long dinner if I didn’t speed it up somehow….

I tried to eat as fast as I could, something that Khris didn’t miss as she sighed a bit, grabbing a napkin after a bit and wiping my cheek “Slow down Stephen, it’s not going anywhere, and you’re making a mess of yourself.” I blushed a bit as I nodded “S..Sorry.” She smiled softly “It’s fine hun, just slow it down, do you want another piece?” 

My tummy told me yes in a heartbeat, but my rapidly cooling pull up told me I needed a change even more. I likely looked unsure as Khris gave me a bit of a look “What’s wrong hun? Pizza not good?” I looked up quickly “No! It’s really good I just…um…I gotta go to the bathroom!” I nodded as Khris gave a slight chuckle “Then go ahead silly, you don’t need to wait for permission.” I nodded and quickly pulled myself out of my chair and shuffled off towards the bathroom, but instead of going in I flicked on the light and just shut the door from the outside before tiptoeing to my room. 

I shuffled in and quickly made my way to my pull ups, pulling one out as I yanked my shorts down quickly and tore the sides of my sodden pull up, quickly putting it in the pail incase Khris decided to try and check on me. I cleaned myself up and slid my new pull up on, sighing happily at the feeling of the fresh, dry padding around my waist. I hated the feeling of a wet pull up more than anything. 

I was just sliding my shorts up as I heard Khris walking towards the bathroom “Stephen…everything going okay in there?” I heard her knock on the bathroom door and felt my heart jump into my mouth a bit, but quickly went to the corner closest to the bathroom wall, trying to talk through it to make it sound like I was in there “Yep! Everything’s fine!” 

Looking back this was probably the most childish thing I could’ve done, as Khris and Ty both heard my voice coming from my room. I knew that because almost immediately I heard Khris’ footsteps coming towards my room. I just tensed more as she walked in, looking confused at me “Stephen…? Why are you in here? Didn’t you need to potty?” I nodded “Y-Yeah…but then I realized I had a stain on my shirt and wanted to…change it.” 

She gave me a bit of a look “Stephen…are you lying to me right now?” I looked nervous as I looked up at her and she crossed her arms a bit “Why are you in here Stephen…” I looked down, knowing I’d been caught at this point. “I had an accident during Bluey…” I mumbled as Khris continued to look down at me. She gave a soft sigh “And…why didn’t you say anything Stephen…” I shrugged a bit as I just stared down at my feet. 

Khris walked over, picking me up gently. “Hun, we just talked about this…you need to let us help you, and especially if you had an accident you need to tell me, so you don’t get a rash or leak.” I softly nodded as she sighed “And I’m sure you stressed yourself out more doing all of this run around…” She carried me out and sat me in my booster seat, I saw a fresh slice of pizza in front of me as she looked at me “That was strike one hun, I’m gonna start checking you now, whether you like it or not, I can’t have you being wet for long periods of time or not telling us.” 

Ty nodded a bit at that as he just ate, speaking with his mouth a bit full. “You can’t get a rash again dude, I can’t deal with the whining again, it was unbearable.” I nodded softly and started to eat again, just thinking about what was going on…why did everything seem so…hard now.

Dinner passed by much faster without the uncomfortable feelings around my waist and soon enough I was hopping out of my booster seat while Khris filled my sippy cup with water as I’d finished my soda fairly quickly. She brought it over, handing it to me and smiling “Why don’t you go watch TV until bedtime kiddo, you got about an hour.” I nodded as I shuffled over and climbed onto the couch. Bluey was still left up, paused mid episode, I could change it right now to something more mature…but there was this gnawing inside me, telling me to just watch it. 

I gave a soft sigh, starting the show back up as I heard Ty walk to the garage, liking going to work on his car and I heard Khris doing dishes. I watched the childish show, enjoying it for the most part as I realized for the first time since waking back up I was just…relaxing, letting myself just do something without second guessing it. I gave a soft smile as I laid on the couch, just watching my show. The day had been long and though I’d just gotten up from my nap around an hour and a half ago, I felt the tiredness creeping up, even after having the sugary soda. 

Likely this tiredness was coming from my body struggling with the virus due to all my stress, mixed with the emotional rollercoaster I’ve been on all day. I checked the time and saw it was around 6 currently, meaning I wasn’t going to bed much earlier than normal with 7. I just laid there and watched the cartoon, letting it autoplay into the next episode as I heard the water turn off in the kitchen and Khris walked out, smiling a bit at me as I waved “Well well..guess someone does like this show huh?” 

I blushed a bit and nodded “It’s not too bad as kid shows go, even has some like…adult humor in it.” She nodded “It’s why I’m glad you’re obsessed with it and paw patrol, I figure there’s much worse you could be into.” I blushed and nodded a bit as she sat on the other end of the couch, near my feet and just started to gently rub my leg while watching with me, likely trying to help me wind down and get more tired. 

I hated to admit it though, but it was working as she gently worked up to rubbing my back and smiling softly at me as I watched this children's show, feeling the sleepiness overcoming me faster and faster, yawning softly. She smiled down at me “Mhm…had a feeling you’d be sleepy tonight…lots of big emotions the last few days…” I nodded softly as my eyes started to flutter and she just kept gently rubbing up and down my back. I saw the next episode starting as I felt sleepiness taking over, hearing the theme song echoing into my ears as my eyes slowly fluttered shut and then…sleep took me into its embrace, the gentle back rubs being the last thing I felt before going into dreamland.

I feel myself waking up, though I felt odd to say the least, like my body just felt…weird and wrong, my eyes fluttering open as I laid on the couch still. I sat up and saw all the lights were off, minus the TV which seemed to be playing an older cartoon that I felt like I recognized, but not totally…disney must’ve autoplayed to it. Still, it was odd I was still out here, I’d fallen asleep on the couch before and every time Khris brought me to my room and I’d wake up in my bed. 

I looked around, the house only illuminated by the glow of the old cartoon on the TV and everything looked…much more scary in the dark. I slowly hopped off the couch and walked to turn on the living room light, but upon trying to reach for the switch, it was higher than normal by at least a foot. I looked up at it and then myself again, I still looked around four, hadn’t shrunk at all that I could tell…maybe I was misremembering? I shrugged a bit and made my way to the kitchen, going to turn the light on in there and this time the light switch was in reach, but when I flipped it the light briefly flashed before going out, and I could’ve sworn I saw…people at the table in that flash. 

I rubbed my eyes, I’d have to tell Ty about the blown bulb tomorrow morning, obviously I was still tired and it was starting to affect me. I went to walk towards my room, leaving the TV as it was currently my only source of light. The problem was the hall seemed to be extremely dark, more so than usual, but still I pushed forward towards my room. 

I reached the door, fumbling around in the darkness and finally finding the handle, slowly opening the door and seeing my night light was on, the stars projected onto the ceiling. Khris must’ve turned it on for me just in case I woke up and decided to go to bed. I slowly walked into my room and looked around, everything felt…off, like I was in a place I shouldn’t be for some reason, even though this had been my room for almost six months now. 

I looked at my bed and realized something was even more off than I thought, there was…someone in my bed, the lump of what looked like a child laying there, my heart jumped into my mouth as I saw it. I just stared at them, unsure what to do or say, Khris hadn’t said anything about someone like Oisin coming over to stay, and we didn’t have any family around my age…maybe Ty did but he would’ve asked me before putting em in my bed. Maybe that’s why they’d left me on the couch? Maybe it was a sudden need? 

Either way I needed to grab my pajamas and get to the living room again, this place felt…unsafe. I went to slowly open my dresser where my PJs were, finding them quickly when I heard something behind me, the bed creaking. I slowly looked back and saw the child had moved from being rolled away to looking at the ceiling, and it was only now I realized while being this close…the kid had similar hair to me…. I just stared, hoping I hadn’t woken them, though I wish I had looked away as they slowly rolled over, looking at me…but what was looking at me wasn’t a..person. 

It looked like one, it had facial features like one, it looked like it had a nose, places where eyes and a mouth would be, but…where those should’ve been was just…skin. It looked like the skin had just grown over those places, I stumbled back, my back slamming into the dresser as they slowly sat up. I heard..something coming from them, a noise of some sort, but by now my heart was beating so loud I could hear it in my ears so if they were talking somehow, I couldn’t hear it. 

I saw them wearing my paw patrol PJs and they slowly pulled themselves out of bed when my fight or flight kicked in. I threw the clothes I had in hand at them and sprinted for the door, running into the hall as I heard footsteps following close behind. I ran as fast as I could for the glowing light of the TV, the slapping footsteps of the other child behind me as I started to call out now “KHRIS!? TY?! HELP!!” I heard nothing in response as I ran, the hall seeming to get longer as this…thing followed me. 

I just kept running, feeling my breath starting to catch as I felt tears of fear starting to well up in me as I called out “KHRIS! HELP ME! PLEEEEASE! K…MOMMY! MOOOMMY!” I screamed as I ran, the light of the TV now within reach as I sprinted in, but felt…something trip me up, sending me sprawling to the floor with a loud thud and a yelp of pain as I looked back. 

Now laying in the light from the TV as that thing ran from the darkness at me, it’s hand outstretched as it went to grab for me. I could only scream and cover my face as I felt it get close, its footsteps shaking the very floor I sat on. I felt it’s hand barely touch me when I felt a jolt of anxiety and suddenly I was shot up in my bed, mid-scream as I heard footsteps rushing to my door.

My door was thrown open with me screaming again as I covered myself and I heard footsteps coming to my bed quickly and I felt a weight on it before there were suddenly arms around me and I heard Khris. “Shhhh, Stevie shhhhh, it’s okay, I’m right here honey, shhhh…” She started to gently rub my back and head, looking around defensively as I shook in her arms, whimpering. 

I felt terrified, but I felt too scared to cry as I just let Khris hold me, actually pushing myself into her as she looked down at me. “Sweetie, what happened? Is everything okay?” I just shook my head softly as I cuddled into her and she gently pulled me into her lap. “Did you have a bad dream sweetie…?” I just nodded quietly as I heard her sigh in relief but continued to just rock and hold me close. She gently patted me “It’s okay sweetie…mommy’s here…I’m right here….” 

I nodded slowly as she helped calm me, that feeling of tears on the verge of coming out fading as I laid on her and she smiled down, likely feeling my heartbeat slowing. “There we go…that’s my boy…shhh…” She rocked me for a few more seconds before going to set me on the bed again. At that moment I felt a jolt run through me, realizing she was gonna try and leave, and I reached up, grabbing her arm a bit tight as she looked at me “Stephen…? What’s going on hun..?” 

I just looked at her “I…I don’t wanna sleep in here…” She looked honestly surprised for a second, before confusion washed across her face “Oh…? Well…why not?” I looked down, feeling childish as she gently took my chin, tilting my head back up to her. “Come on…honey, you gotta tell me.” I whimpered out a soft “I…I had a dream someone was…in my bed…and…they looked like me and…I couldn’t find you and…they…they had no face Khris…” 

She looked surprised again as she sighed a bit and nodded, though her face portrayed that…she’d heard this before. She just gently checked my pull up and nodded “Well…you need a change but…would you like to sleep with us for tonight?” I blinked as she suggested this but the childish side of me was practically begging at this point to get out of this room, so I nodded. Khris smiled a bit and ran her fingers through my hair “Want me to change you? So we can get back to bed?” I just nodded as she gently set me on the floor, pulling my sleep pants down and tearing the sides of my pull up, cleaning me quickly causing me to jump at the still cold wipe, but it was nothing close to the discomfort this room gave me right now. 

She got me in the fresh pull up, pulling my pants up and throwing the old one out before picking me up and carrying me out and to their room, my old room when Khris and I had been together. As we walked in I saw the room hadn’t changed much, minus Ty’s clothes being in the dresser that’d been mine and obviously his stuff on the nightstand next to where he currently sat, looking at us tiredly “Everything okay?” Khris shook her head a bit “Nightmare.” 

Ty just nodded in understanding as he scooched over a bit and Khris laid me down next to him, in the middle of the bed as she gently covered me with the blanket, smiling softly at me. I would be lying if I said this didn’t feel weird, because it felt extremely weird, I hadn’t been in this room in months, at least not when I was big, and now here I was, being laid down in my old bed with my ex-girlfriend, now mommy and her boyfriend. 

It bothered me slightly at how all of this was hitting me, but the anxiety of the dark enveloped me quickly as Khris turned off her lamp and climbed into bed. I let a soft whimper out as Khris gently laid down and put her arm around me “I’m right here Stevie…” I just cuddled into her as she rubbed my back and yawned. I laid there for a while, staring into the inky blackness of the room until my eyes adjusted mostly to the dark, just cuddled into Khris. I felt my body quickly getting more and more tired as Khris’ rubbing slowly stopped and I heard the familiar snoring I’d not heard in months. I just laid on her pretty much as I slowly started to feel myself pulled back into the dream world, hoping that hellish dream didn’t come back as my eyes fluttered shut. _________________________________________________________ If you'd like to see more of this and more stories frequently along with getting the ability to vote in my monthly story poll, join my patreon here at https://www.patreon.com/JTwritesstuff

[thedaselcor]

Scene from The Moments Between

Late August, 2177 The same hot fucking desert planet in the ass-crack of the Attican Traverse

“I still can’t fucking believe you enlisted on Christmas,” Sloane laughed, her feet dangling off the roof of some derelict outpost building they’d buggered off to the minute shift was done. Ryder shrugged, taking the smoke right out of Sloane’s hand like they had every right, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me it was your birthday—you were drinking in a fucking supply closet on your Christa-birtha-day,” they laughed, using the exhale to punctuate their words like it was some old vid. “Sara, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” For a second, it looked like Ryder almost believed the murder in Sloane’s eyes. She’d never called them Sara when she was actually serious about anything, though, so the illusion didn’t quite work—but it did get Ryder to pass the Batarian ale before taking another long drag with that signature shit-eating grin plastered over their face. “Aw, you know you fucking love me,” Ryder laughed, dodging far enough out of the way of Sloane’s fake punch they managed to actually trip over themself while seated and almost fall off the fucking roof. Sloane’s felt her adrenaline spike and her arm shoot out almost involuntarily. Without missing a beat, she grabbed at whatever was closest to her and pulled Ryder back onto their ass by their pants, barely letting out a groan from the effort. “Wow, good reflexes,” Ryder panted with a small, sub-vocal laugh, gathering their cool almost too easily. “Really, Ryder?” She was seething a little more authentically now, a good quarter of the Batarian ale had made it all down her sleeve, wasted and sticky and potent. Ryder stifled a nervous laugh, but to their credit they also immediately grabbed their pack and pulled out an essentially identical shirt. They threw it playfully at Sloane, completely ignoring her protests. “Don’t worry about it, man,” they said. “I ship out tomorrow. It’s clean, it’ll keep the sun off you; just take it.” Sloane lit another smoke to mask the sinking feeling she always got when she was reminded Ryder was leaving. They sat together in charged but comfortable silence for a good few minutes before she finally asked “You ever think about just getting permanently assigned out here?” “Nah,” Ryder said so easily as they triple checked they’d gotten all their shit back in their pack and made their way to the pipes they’d climbed up by. “If I did that I wouldn’t be here as a specialist, I’d have you as my actual commanding officer.” “And what,” Sloane grunted, taking another drag and letting it out with a sardonic chuckle. “I’m too much of a bitch or something?” “Nah,” Ryder repeated, grin at full shit-eatery, leaning back to start going down the pipes. “I just know that, despite all this rule-breaking, you’re way too much of a hard-ass for me to ever have a shot if you could get called in for fraternizing.” Before Sloane could even register what the fuck just happened, Ryder had jumped down and was headed back to camp. “Fraterni—hey, what? You can’t just say shit like that and walk away Ryder! Where the fuck are you going? Ryder? Ryder!” “That fucking kid’s gonna be the death of me I swear to ever-loving Christ,” she muttered to herself, getting her own pack together. “I need to take a cold fucking shower… who am I talking to here? Fuck.”

[quindolyn]

subby Jamie fluffy (Smut?) where he wakes up in the middle of the night and sucks on the readers titties to drink from her tits because she's lactating after giving birth to their daughter. I don't know if this makes sense but I hope it does!

Lactation Kink || James Potter

A/N: I'm not even sure if I should include "kink" but I will admit that there are some very smutty overtones so read at your own discretion. I tweaked the request a little bit in terms of the circumstances but the bones are still there. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: lactation kink, light sub!James and Dom!reader, not much I don't think, all acts are completely consensual and if they needed a safe word they'd have one

Word Count: 1851

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were life savers. They could only watch their two closest friends creep closer and closer to death for so long before doing something about it.

After giving birth to a beautiful baby boy seven months ago you and James had come to understand a new definition of the word exhaustion. You were absolutely enamoured with your baby boy, James the same way if not worse, always keeping him cradled in his arms, Harry’s little head nestled into the crook of James’ arm.

Regardless, there is no amount of parental love to counteract the complete lack of sleep the two of you have endured. “Sleep when the baby sleeps” they all say, it's excellent in theory if only the baby would actually sleep.

No, instead you and James were subject to months of newborn induced insomnia,

You’d barely understood what Remus and Sirius were saying when they offered to watch your son for a few days, give you and James some time alone. Even though every part of your being screamed for you to take them up on their offer there was that small, annoyingly persistent, voice in the back of your head. The voice of maternal guilt.

Your friends wouldn’t hear any of your arguments, listening as you insisted that Harry was still far too young for you to leave him, you could barely stand a few hours, how were you supposed to survive days?

Despite your insistence that it was far too early to leave Harry with his godfathers for an extended weekend when the following Thursday rolled around you and James were rather unceremoniously kicked out of your own house, told that reservations had been made for you at an expensive spa and resort and that you were not to return home until the following Monday.

They’d even packed your bags for you.

You and James had successfully made it through the first night away from your baby, your quality of your sleep however was not up to par as you tossed and turned, worrying about the little boy you’d left at home.

Even cuddled up to Jamie’s chest your sleep was more like a light sheet over your consciousness giving you a shallow, unsatisfactory, reprieve.

What you needed was for sleep to hit you over the head with a baseball bat, knock you unconscious for hours and give your body time to recover.

After a long, exhausting day of taking advantage of the resort's numerous spa treatments, your wish of deep, meaningful sleep seemed as though it might actually just come true.

Minutes after laying your head down on the pillow, James slipping into bed behind you, you were out cold. Pulling you closer so that he could bury his face in the crook of your neck James was close behind you.

Finally, sleep.

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Your tits hurt, they fucking hurt. You were finally getting some quality sleep but the discomfort in your chest became intolerable and you were lulled back into a dreaded state of consciousness.

You’d been so ready for sleep and the peace that it would bring that you’d forgotten to pump your milk before getting into bed. You find yourself regretting that decision now, you shift slightly in James’ hold, just as tight as it had been when you’d fallen asleep. The clock on the bedside table reads three in the morning.

Fuck me, you think, your thoughts still blurry from sleep, carrying a weight in your temples that lures your head back down to the pillow as you fall back into your spot in James’ arms. You’re going to have to get up eventually, that much you understand, but the prospect of getting up and finding the pump, hooking it up, then actually sitting there while you pump sounds nothing short of absolutely dreadful.

You can only lay there for so long, on your back so as not to apply any pressure to your breasts, staring up at the ceiling before your tits go from hurting to feeling like they’re about to explode.

Eventually you’re forced to begin to fuss in James’ arms, trying to find the seal that will let you get up hopefully without waking your husband.

Even asleep James’ grip is insistent, he’s like quick sand, the more you try to maneuver your way out of his arms the tighter his hold gets, the closer he pulls you to him.

“Jamie, you gotta let go,” You murmur, hoping to appeal to the half asleep man.

“Where you going, angel?” His voice is the crashing of a wave against the shore in your ears, low, rumbling, calming. That voice alone is enough to have you considering just climbing back into bed with him, exploding tits be damned.

“Forgot to pump Jamie, m’tits feel like they’re ready to explode.”

He flickers his eyes open, worry etched into his irises, already blanketed in sleep, “Hurting?” Raising his head his eyes drop to your tits, like maybe he’ll be able to see your affliction.

“A little bit,” You nod, your hands combing through his unruly curls before making another attempt to rise from the mattress, “Gonna pump and then I’ll feel all better. I’ll be quick.”

“No,” He whines, god you miss the sound of his whine. His arms are like steel as he pulls you firmly back onto the bed, “M’thirsty anyways.”

Confusion heightens in you before James turns you so you’re fully on your back before slipping under your arm, resting his head on your chest.

Nimble fingers find the neckline of the silk camisole you’d found in the luggage Remus and Sirius had packed for you, sons of bitches also packed every single pair of lacy panties you own.

With little difficulty he slips the thin strap down your shoulder allowing him to tuck the soft material of the top under your breast.

“Miss my girls,” He whispers as he bares your breasts, they’re swollen with milk but the way he’s looking at you you’d think they were something far more precious.

“I’ll be gentle,” His promise comes just as he latches onto your pert nipple, carefully guarding his teeth with his lips, the last thing he would wanna do is hurt you.

It bears little resemblance to the way he used to suck your tits, fervently like they were the only things keeping him grounded, sometimes they had been. Now he proceeds with a new sense of caution but that doesn’t mean it’s any less pleasurable.

“Jamesie, ‘s for Harry, you can’t drink the baby’s milk,” You regrettably push him off your tit, he looks anything but pleased.

“They were mine first,” He whines, throwing you a dirty glance that falls completely flat given the immense adoration that lies just behind it, “And I told you (Y/N), ‘m thirsty, want your milk. Wanna make you feel good.”

Giving you his most convincing puppy dog eyes he leans back in, he latches on efficiently and sucking with an increased vigor you feel a feeling of fullness swell in your breast as your nipple tingles. It’s a feeling you’ve gotten used to but so rarely has it ever turned you on as when James is the cause of it.

He hums in satisfaction as the warm milk seeps into his mouth, it encourages him in his efforts causing him to latch on tighter. A little too tight.

“Easy there baby,” You hiss, “M’tits are sensitive.”’

He complies immediately, loosening his lips around your nipple the sensation becomes pleasurable once more. The pleasure helps distract from the discomfort which, at least in the tit James it latched onto, seems to be dwindling. The other breast is left aching until you feel a similar sensation coming from your nipple.

“You’re leaking.”

Casting your eyes downward you see that he’s right, you’re leaking slightly out of your unattended nipple. It's not unusual for it to happen but usually you just brush it away with a warm washcloth, not wanting to have a sticky mess on your chest.

Carefully, he brushes the pad of his thumb over the over sensitive bud.

“Can’t let it go to waste,” He brings his thumb to his mouth to suck it clean, the visual is almost enough to make your head spin.

You can’t remember the last time you saw James subby, ever since you’ve had Harry it's been sleepy handjobs and once you fully recovered, him pushing you up anywhere he could and taking you right there. It’s like parenthood awoke something far more dominant inside of him but as he latches back onto your tit you’re reminded how beautiful he is when he submits to you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers dance along the nape of his neck as you feel yourself unwinding with every second he sucks at your tit, bringing you relief.

“You full yet?”

He gently lets your tit slide from his mouth before responding, “Does it still hurt?”

The genuine concern in his voice has butterflies erupting in your stomach, you learned a long time ago just how sweet and caring James is but sometimes it hits you harder than you were expecting and you’re left feeling just as giddy as you did in the beginning of your relationship.

James seems to have sucked you dry, or at least to a point where your tit no longer burns with the feeling of an impending explosion.

“No s’all better baby, did such a good job,” You guide his face up towards yours, “Got a little milk on your lips,” You lean in, kissing the milk off his swollen lips.

It’s sweeter than you expected but maybe everything was sweeter coming off his lips.

You take your time admiring his face, hazel eyes that look a little more brown than they did yesterday, lips an impossible pink. Thick, long lashes you remember envying for as long as you’ve known each other cast their shadows along his cheekbones. He’s perfect.

You run the pad of your thumb along his bottom lip before letting him suck it into his mouth, when he couldn’t get to your tits sucking on your fingers always used to help James calm down. For the life of you you can’t remember the last time he’d sucked on your fingers. If it’d been in the last seven months you’d probably just been too tired to remember.

Letting your digit slide from his mouth James hauls himself over you, careful not to brush against your breasts, to lay on your other side. He moves with a surprising grace considering just minutes ago he’d been in the throws of sleep, you’d forgotten how well he moved.

“Other one now,” He murmurs, eyes glued to your tit as his hands move to cup it, giving him better access to your nipple.

“You sure baby? I can just pump this one and you can go back to bed, s’okay.”

“No,” His brows furrow with his empathic response, if he wasn’t already on top of you you’re sure he’d pull you closer in fear that you might escape, “Mine.”

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[sergeantxrogers]

| the way i see things |

“Baby- baby, oh my God, I thought something happened to you-“

The frantic voice sent daggers of pain throughout your skull, and you winced as you brought a hand to the back of your head. The words came to you through a fog, your ears ringing as your eyes focused on the man in front of you.

“I’m… I think I’m okay… who are you?”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Angst, memory loss/short-term amnesia, mentions of blood and explosions, Bucky being heartbroken basically

Part two: dysthymia

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“Please, Torres,” you rolled your eyes, “this is the fourth bank they’ve robbed this month. You’d think they’d start killing by now, but they haven’t. Why?”

You asked the question as you tightened the halter carrying your gun, without giving him time to answer. Lifting your head up to meet the boy’s worried eyes, you gave him a shrug.

“Because they don’t want to. It’s that simple.”

Torres sighed, shoulders slumping as he scrambled out of his chair. Your boots thumped heavily against the floor of the van as you climbed down, eyes catching Sam and Bucky waiting for you.

Fumbling for something to say, Torres stumbled out of the van after you.

“I still think it’s a dangerous idea,” he called, and you let out a soft sigh as you turned around to face him. 

Before you could reply, Bucky’s voice sounded from behind you. “I think it’s dangerous, too, but she’s stubborn as a bull.”

The words died on your tongue and you pursed your lips. With an over exaggerated turn of your head, you narrow your eyes at Bucky. “Shush. Nobody asked you anything.”

A snort left his lips, and he came up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rested his chin on the top of your head. “I’m just lookin’ out for you, baby.”

“I know, Buck,” you said through a sigh. “I’ll be fine, I always am.”

You felt him nod against your head. In the same moment, Sam called for the two of you to “knock it off and get over here already.” Clicking your tongue, you winked at Torres before Bucky grabbed your hand, dragging you over to where Sam stood.

“Everybody ready?” Sam asked, inclining his head towards the van, and you nodded.

“Yup. Torres is monitoring all rooms and hallways, heat signals too.”

“Good. They were already here, and they’ve probably all left by now but you can never be too sure.”

Bucky agreed, giving your hand a small squeeze before letting it fall back at your side. You kept your eyes on him, studying him as he checked the time on his watch, then moved on to checking and rechecking all his weapons. Eyes finding yours, he did a double take as a smile started growing on his features.

“What is it?”

You smiled back, shaking your head. “Nothin’. You’re just overdue for another haircut, Barnes.”

“Only if you’re the one giving it.”

“Aren’t I always?”

The small bell rang as the door opened, a waft of cool air drifting into the salon and over your feet. Heavy footsteps and the door shutting behind them tore your attention from the Cosmopolitan magazine you were reading, leg thrown lazily over the other on the small couch in the corner.

Your eyes travelled upwards, from his boots, to his black jeans, to the leather jacket enveloping his shoulders, then finally, to his face. Familiar. Hesitant, with a barely-there smile on his features, the man stood awkwardly beside the front desk. Snapping out of your stupor, you slammed the magazine shut before throwing it onto the table. 

Shooting up from the couch, you gave him a gracious smile. “H-hi, how can I help you?”

Stupid question. It was a stupid question. Obviously, he was here for a haircut.

“I thought it was time to finally- uh, do something about this,” he said, gesturing to his hair. 

“You dropped by without an appointment, I presume?”

His blue eyes widened a fraction as he swallowed. “Appointment?”

You nodded. The more you stared at him, the more familiar he seemed. The way he carried himself, cautious and unsure, yet ready to spring. The faint Brooklyn drawl to his words, and the hands fidgeting in his jacket pockets. A series of pictures flashed behind your eyes: signing Stark Industries files with the confidential stamp all over them, whispers between agents in the tower, word of the Winter Soldier and Captain America reuniting, Tony telling you not to worry about it as he slides you another document to fax, copy or sign.

“You’re- you’re Sergeant Barnes? Aren’t you?”

The man in front of you froze for a second, as if he was contemplating running, or at the very least, lying. He then sighed, eyes flickering downwards as he nodded.

“Cool.”

The singular word made him look up at you, shock obvious all over his features. 

“Nice to finally meet you.”

“Finally meet me?”

“Well, I’ve read so much about you, it feels like I know you already.”

You hold your hand out. “I’m Y/N.”

He glances at your hand, then back up at you. Slowly taking your hand in his, he gave you a small smile. 

“Call me Bucky.”

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“Y/N, check,” Torres’ voice crackled through your earpiece.

“Check.”

Sam and Bucky checked theirs, then nodded at you.

You headed left after stepping through the shattered remains of the door. Keeping your hand steady over your gun on your hip, you made your way with quiet steps on the linoleum towards the vault. The heavy door was already ajar, and it didn’t take much for you to push it open all the way, grunting slightly with the weight. Stepping in, you spared a glance behind you. Bucky and Sam were nowhere in sight, stalking through their own respective areas of the empty bank. 

Your earpiece crackled again, and you paused, tapping it once, twice, with a frown. Weird. Continuing deeper into the vault, an eerie silence fell over you, blanketing the air around you. Even your footsteps sounded muffled as they echoed along the high walls. A deep, dull thud sounded from somewhere in the bank, outside the vault, and goosebumps pricked your arms. Senses on high alert, breath quickening, you turned in your place a couple times, scanning the walls around you. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

If you concentrated hard enough, you could almost hear someone calling your name. And a low beeping.

Your earpiece crackled.

The beeping became more frequent.

Your head turned back as you heard your name being called- no, screamed- again.

“Bucky...?”

You squinted as you saw his figure running down the long hallway of the bank, calling for you.

Something was wrong.

You took a step towards the door.

The incessant beeping became one, long beep.

You opened your mouth to say something, to call back to Bucky, but before the first word fell from your lips, a force hit your chest, pulling the air from your lungs. The same force hit your head, your ears buzzing numbly as you fell back, almost in slow motion, arm outstretched in front of you for something, anything, as the blast threw you across the room.

A wave of heat tore through you, over you, around you, filling every crevice of your body as you fought and struggled for breath. A sharp pain in the back of your head made you cry out, eyes seeing stars as you fluttered them shut. 

_____

“Baby- baby, oh my God, I thought something happened to you-”

The frantic voice sent daggers of pain throughout your skull, and you winced as you brought a hand to the back of your head. The words came to you through a fog, your ears ringing as your eyes focused on the man in front of you.

“I’m... I think I’m okay... who are you?”

Wincing again once you brought your hand back and saw the blood coating your fingers, you missed the way his face fell, the way his skin went pale and eyes went dull.

“W-what?” he whispered, and you almost didn’t catch it.

Letting out a pained groan, head still pounding, you sat up slowly, leaning back against the wall, as you took everything in.

The air smelled of smoke, and it was everywhere around you, too. Debris particles floating around you and coating your boots, your hair, your clothes. Your clothes. Combat clothes. Why were you in combat clothes? 

Glancing over the man’s shoulder, your brows furrowed in confusion as you saw the wall, or lack thereof, behind him. All that was left were a few crumbled bricks along the floor, scraps of metal littered across the tiles. 

“What did you say?” 

His question brought your focus back on him, his voice scratchy and quiet as he studied your face.

“I said I think I’m fine... I have a killer headache but I don’t know why. Or where I am. Could you help me, please?”

Bucky’s world crumbled around him. He was hearing your voice as if from the other end of a tunnel, seeing your eyes as if through a telescope. The pain he felt in his chest was almost physical, unbearable and tearing him from the inside out. It became hard to breathe. Not because of the smoke, no. But because of the fact that you seemed so lost, and so confused as to how you got where you were, and who he was. It killed him.

Opening and closing his mouth a few times, he had no idea what to say. He hoped it was a bad dream.

“Y/N?” 

Both your heads turned towards the vault door, where Sam stood in the dissipating smoke, tendrils curling around his legs, as if it was beckoning him inside. 

“What the hell...?” 

His question trailed off as he glanced at Bucky’s distraught face, then your confused one, then the exploded wall. Taking in a deep breath, he nodded to Bucky, then turned on his heel.

“Torres,” he said into his earpiece. “I need an ambulance, now.”

_____

The room was silent, save for the beep of the heart rate monitor by your side and your heavy breathing. You took in a deep breath, the sterile smell of disinfectant and alcohol filling your nostrils. The bright lights above you blinded you when you had first opened your eyes, sending another jab of pain through your head. Now, as you were used to the lights, you scanned the room lazily with your eyes, vaguely aware of the IV stuck in your arm and hospital gown uncomfortably clad around your body. 

Hospital. You were in the hospital, because you hit your head. That much you gathered. 

Why you were in a bank at the brink of falling apart, and why Captain America was there, you had no idea. James Barnes, too. You knew of him, from the stories and news articles that were circulating when you had just moved to New York. You had visited the Smithsonian exhibit on him and Steve Rogers once, too. You just couldn’t remember who you were with.

The little time you had alone with your thoughts was cut short as the door to your room opened. The doctor, an older man with a kind smile on his face, stepped in, closing the door softly behind him.

“Hi there,” he said, pulling a pen out of his breast pocket as he grinned at you. You smiled back hesitantly.

“Since you’re awake, I’m gonna ask you a few questions. It won’t be anything too tiring, alright?”

You just nodded, eyeing the clipboard in his hand as he pulled over a chair and sat down.

“First thing’s first. Name and surname?”

You told him as much, and he hummed, scribbling something down.

“And where do you live currently?”

“New York,” you rasped, and he nodded.

“What’s the last thing you remember before getting hurt?”

You stared blankly at him. If you could’ve, you would’ve stared straight through him. Your mouth gaped open, like a fish out of water, but you found nothing came to mind. You furrowed your brows in frustration at the blankness.

“I- I don’t know.”

“Okay,” he said reassuringly. “That’s alright. Do you know how you got hurt?”

You shrugged. “I guess I hit my head.”

Your words were still sluggish, hard to come up with, and the doctor noticed this. He stood, heaving out a sigh, then smiled at you again.

“Rest up. A nurse will be here in a couple of hours to run some tests, strictly procedural.”

He was gone faster than he came.

_____

Third person’s POV

The doctor let out a deep breath as he shut the door behind him. Bucky, sitting on one of the chairs lined up against the wall, scrambled to his feet when he saw him, closing the distance between them in three long strides.

“What happened? Is she awake? What did she say?”

The doctor- Dr. Miller, his tag read- held up his hand to stop the questions Bucky was bombarding him with. 

“Mr. Barnes...”

Bucky nodded frantically for him to continue, eyes filled with hope and worry, and Dr. Miller couldn’t help but feel sorry for him as he took in Bucky’s dark under eyes and unshaven beard. 

“I’m afraid Y/N has some... short-term memory loss. Retrograde amnesia, we call it.”

Bucky blinked. He swallowed. “Well... how long does that last?”

Dr. Miller shrugged. “Some cases last only a few hours... some can go on for months. It’s hard to say, but she sustained severe trauma to the head, so I wouldn’t be surprised if it took a while for her to recollect herself.”

Bucky’s face fell, shoulders slumping and chest heaving. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes. We’ll do the best we can while she’s here with us,” the doctor’s sympathetic tone doing nothing to calm the storm in Bucky’s chest.

“And- and how long will she have to stay here?”

“Oh, I don’t know... until we see some progress, maybe. Or at least until we run all the necessary tests and diagnostics. A few days, probably.”

Bucky nodded, defeated. 

“She’ll be under a lot of drugs and anesthetics, so she might be asleep for most of the time. She’s awake now, however. If you’d like to speak to her.”

Bucky glanced at her hospital door, then back at the doctor, muttering a small thanks as he stepped towards the door. Deep breath in, deep breath out. He could do this. He’d seen and been through much worse. He could do this.

I can’t fucking do this, was his first thought as he made eye contact with her. 

Her kind eyes that he had grown so accustomed to, the eyes he’d seen cry rivers and sparkle with joy, were now looking at him with good-natured confusion. Bucky almost fell to his knees at the foot of her bed, right then and there. The situation hit him like a freight train: the one person who managed to bring him out of his darkest place, the one life line he was clinging onto ever since Steve left... she was gone. Not gone, no. She was still alive. She was looking right at him, in fact, but maybe that made it even worse. Perhaps, the knowledge that she was alive and well, but had no memory of loving him... that was worse.

“Sergeant Barnes?”

Her tender voice made his eyes snap up to her, and he forced his legs to start moving. Bucky shot down the hope that was blooming in his chest as he slowly sat down in the uncomfortable chair at her bedside, her eyes following him all the while. 

“Y-yes,” he said while nodding, blue eyes scanning her face for any sign of recognition.

“I... I know who you are, ya know,” she said, a slight tilt to her lips as she turned her sheepish gaze to her blanket. “I’ve heard of you, seen you on the TV and stuff.”

Bucky swallowed, his throat like sandpaper as he stared at her, breath growing uneven while he tried to recollect himself.

She fidgeted with the plastic hospital bracelet around her wrist, and Bucky caught the nervous tremble in her fingertips. 

“That’s... that’s good,” he rasped, then cleared his throat. “You know me from... just the news?”

She nodded, eyes flittering to his for a moment, then back to her wrist. 

“Well, we’re- we used to be-”

He didn’t know how to say it. She looked at him, expecting the rest of his sentence and he froze, mind running a mile a minute as his jaw ticked.

“We’re friends.”

“Oh.”

The response was small, and quiet, and brought forth another wave of timid silence Bucky was growing to hate with a passion. He missed her voice, her laugh. He wanted to tell her everything: wanted to tell her their inside joke about Sam, the scar she left on John Walker’s nose after punching him when he called Bucky brain-dead, Alpine waiting for both of them back at Bucky’s apartment, wanted to tell her how much he loved her, and she loved him. It was too soon.

He couldn’t, not yet. Not when she looked so lost, and young. Unbelievably young and naïve, and he couldn’t do that to her yet, not when she knew him as Sergeant Barnes.

“You- you can call me Bucky.”

She chewed on her bottom lip nervously, then gave a small shake of her head. “N-no, Sergeant Barnes is fine.”

Bucky didn’t think it was possible, but his heart cracked even more. It cracked, and broke, and let all the blood rush out of it like a tsunami, right into his poor soul that was fighting for survival. Only strangers ever called him Sergeant, people who either respected him, or feared him. People who loved him called him Bucky, and she used to be one of those people.

Blinking back his tears, he cleared his throat before she noticed. 

“If you, uh, if you need anything, I’ll be here...”

Bucky trailed off awkwardly, and she hummed. 

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Resting her head on the pillow, turning to face the window, Bucky allowed himself to stare at her. He let the pain in, through his nerves, across his limbs, down his spine, and he watched her, sitting peacefully in her hospital bed. Bucky clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring as he felt the familiar burn of tears in his nose, behind his eyes, in his throat, and he swallowed again, heavily. 

He was a stranger to her. She didn’t know he would die for her- he would live for her, even. His throat felt constricted, breathing growing shallow as his world caved in around him, eyes zeroing in on the way she licked her chapped lips, nose twitching with the movement.

Bucky needed her back. He needed her, otherwise his soul would wither. Wither, like a rose bought for a lover, forgotten somewhere in a back alley behind a bar after a bad fight. He already felt himself setting loose into the familiar despair and void he’d become intimate with for 70 years. 

He didn’t know how to survive without her.

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sleep my love

Warning -> angst/comfort, nightmares and worries (reader comforts character)

Character X GN reader | Anthology 

Includes: Dainsleif, Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao

Dainsleif

He didn’t dream only remembered. If he found himself in the throws of sleep, the only visions he ever witnessed were memories from his past. Some forgotten and some he wished would be; eternity is forever doomed by those who must live to remember every terrible detail of the past. They say, ‘time will tell …’ what a terrible phrase 500 years passed by him and no matter how many questions he asked, time never once answered him

He stirred, head lifting from his chest as he squinted at the strain of his neck. His crossed arms did well at keeping him together as he slept against the bark of a grand tree. Its roots stretched out across the ground before dipping and weaving into the earth. He had forgotten for a moment what could have brought him to slumber under its branches until he found you passing beneath them. 

Like a spirit, you drifted through the edge of his sight before finally appearing in front of the gentle fire. Your arms were full of sticks and twigs and with a solid thud, they tumbled from your hold only to be neatly arranged in the pit. Like scaffolding, you designed it so the flames could climb their way toward a sky they’d never reach. 

“You’re supposed to be asleep.” You spoke, poking at the fire you knelt in front of. The light began to swell and he watched how the warm oranges, yellows, and golds highlighted your features. 

“It seems I’ve been awakened.” 

“It surely wasn’t me. I was extra quiet.” You glanced at him and he wondered if the wink you gave him wasn’t just a trick of the light. 

“It’s unlike me to sleep for long periods anyway. How long until sunrise?” He adjusted and stretched, though it would have been hard to notice from how little his arms and legs moved. 

“I’d say several more hours, are you looking to get an early start on the day?” 

“It’s best if we don’t stay in one place for long.” 

“Yes, yes.” You let the prodding stick rest against the rocks, your hands moving to feel the warmth of the growing fire before you dusted them off and stood. He watched how you reached toward the sky but averted his gaze when the shirt you had loosened rode up your stomach. “Why don’t you try to sleep some more?” Hesitantly, he glanced at you only to find you resting on a thick section of root, knee bent and supporting your arms that crossed over it. 

“I am well rested enough.” 

“I’m pretty sure you’ve slept for ...” You counted on your fingers before twisting your shoulders and showing him the count. “Two hours, you need more.” 

“I’m perfect -” 

“Nope, I’m in charge tonight, remember.” Again, was it a wink, or was it the light from the fire. “Sleep more.” The bend in your wrist was prominent as you pointed for him to stay seated. “You don’t need to worry.” 

“Ah, why is that.” His arms crossed as he settled back against the tree. There was no need to argue with you when you were this adamant. 

“Simple, I’ll keep the nightmares away.” He understood now, you had to have been a spirit all along for nothing in this world could sound as mystical as your laugh, nothing as devious as your ability to make him submit, nothing as powerful as your determination. 

“I shall leave it to you then.” He closed his eyes and let his head fall against the bark of the grand tree which protected the both of you. The smell of burning wood, rich nigh air, and the sound of distant singing drew him to slumber, and in the richness of his often haunting dreams, he found soft energy lead him to colors he hadn’t seen in hundreds of years. 

Diluc

Nightmares were common things for him, a constant plague that rattled his brain and shook the nerves he worked hard to bind. If it wasn’t uncertainties that kept him awake, it was the failure of his past mistakes - the regret that lingered, that slipped in when least expected and dragged his disposition down into the darkness of his worries. Was he doing enough to make up for it all, was he really trying to push forward or was he still stuck holding onto emotions that would eat him up inside

It was a feeling that woke you. Something whispered in your heart and when you turned to examine the room only to find the once warm bedside was now cold to the touch, you knew what it was that spoke so strongly to the muscle in your chest.

“Diluc?” You called out into the darkness, hand moving to turn on the lamp near you when a voice stalled your action.

“I’m here.” He answered so quietly, almost like a child who didn’t want to interrupt something important but desperately needed aid. You twisted your body toward the sound and saw him sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, his feet and legs partially illuminated by the light of the moon. Carefully, you slipped from the bed and made your way to him, which he protested against. “It’s alright, stay in bed.”

“How could I do that when you aren’t with me?” You asked, stopping just before him, eyes adjusting in the low levels of blue and white light. He didn’t answer you, instead, he moved his hand to cover his face and you kneeled to get a better look. The warmth of his legs surrounded you, your hands found his thighs while your eyes stayed locked onto his face. “Was it a bad dream?” You watched him tug on his bangs and knew by the action you were right.

Warm fingers passed over his, beckoning them to let you in and when he dropped his hand back toward his hips you took up space around him. Lifting off of your knees, you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers pushing into his loose hair, face finding his shoulder as your chest rested against his. He didn’t move for a moment but you didn’t pressure him, you simply stayed quiet and embraced him until he returned the gesture.

“Whatever you saw can’t break you, I know how strong you are.” You hummed against him and felt the tightness of his arms bring you closer to his body. “And,” You pulled back, just enough to let your head rest against his forehead, “whatever strength you’re lacking, I’ll lend you my own.” Diluc’s hands slid to your face as he pulled you into a kiss that tasted like salt. When he let you go, you stood and let your hand find his. “Come back to bed, I’ll keep the nightmares away.”

The two of you settled back into the plush mattress, the soft sheets covering your body as you eased him into your arms. His head found your chest and after a moment of adjustment, he settled comfortably there. Your fingers ran across his exposed back, every once in a while they trailed over a prominent scar before moving onto the smooth skin beside it. You pushed his hair out of the way and smiled at the weight of him on you, he was so comforting to you, you only hoped he shared that sentiment.

As the minutes passed by, the intensity of his hold began to ease and soon you felt the noticeable signs of sleep find him. Your hand moved to stroke his face, pushing his hair behind his ear and sliding across his arm until it came to rest in the fingers that draped over you. It was like magic the way he pulled you along after him because as soon as your fingers found their home in his, you remembered nothing else but the sound of birds chirping their morning hellos.

Kaeya

The mind likes to play tricks on us - comforting memories of times before woven into flashes of bitter truths and unspoken secrets. Would he be brave enough to do what was asked of him or will he fail those who believe in him - you are the last hope - hope for what, last will of who - this was a battle, a war, a fight that didn’t have anything to do with him. At least, that’s what he wished. Did the shackles of his duty really need to be fulfilled in order to fall from his limbs, or was there something, someone out there that could ease the weight they carried?

The hallway was cold in the darkness of the evening but you pressed on because at the end of it was sure to be the one thing that could warm you back up. “Kaeya?” You whispered, peeking around the corner as you headed to the kitchen. Even though there were no lights on, you found him easily in the light of the moon as a glint reflected off the glass he settled back onto the countertop. His hand was sprawled out over the surface, back bent toward it, and hair falling over his exposed shoulders. Perhaps he didn’t hear you call out to him, because he hardly noticed your presence even when you stood but a few inches from him. “Kaeya…” Your hands found his arm and he tensed before turning toward you.

“Hah, what are you doing up so late?” He asked as if you didn’t have the same question to ask him.

“You weren’t in bed, I got worried.”

“Oh, did my absence make you lonely?” He joked, arms crossing over his chest and hip pushing against the counter. He was showing you how okay he was but you knew it was a lie, there wasn’t the normal flash of energy behind his eyes. Perhaps he was hoping the darkness wouldn’t give him away but you knew him too well to fall for the practiced tone he was using; his honesty couldn’t hide from your love.

You moved closer to him, hand resting over his and taking in the way he reacted to the touch - tense. “Was it another one of those dreams?” You asked, gazing up at him. He avoided your gaze and tried to play it off.

“Nothing like that just came out here for some water.” He may have answered your question, but it seemed more of a pacifying answer than a real one, a placation to your curiosity. 

“Alright, well ...” You ran your thumb over the back of his hand, the softness of his skin and ripples of his veins prominent, “I’ll leave you to it then.” Turning, you began to make your way back down the hall when a hand found your arm. 

“Do you have to go?” Kaeya’s question was softer, quieter and forced you to pay attention to the pleadings of it. 

“I can stay.” 

The once cool couch began to warm from the contact both you and Kaeya gave to it, the cushions supported you better than the bed, it seemed and made it easy to settle the entangled limbs that held you both so close. You pressed into the back while Kaeya shielded your front, if you weren’t mistaken it was like he put you in this position on purpose as if he were guarding you. 

“Are you sure you didn’t have a bad dream?” You asked again, fingers running across his jaw. 

“What makes you say that, hmm?” His eyes were closed and his words all evening had been defensive, deflective but he couldn’t hide his body language. Not with the way he curled his legs through and around yours, the way his arm slid under your head and fingers dangled over your hair, or the constant movement of his body as he positioned himself closer and closer to you. Whatever lie he was willing to tell himself, you knew its face. 

“Just know, that you can tell me anything.” Your eyes fell on him, the darkness making him so hard to see but the flash of color in his eyes always illuminated themselves to you. “I’ll listen.” 

“Trying to wiggle your way into my heart huh?” The playfulness of his tone was gone and replaced with an honest one. 

“Trying? I think I’ve done that already.” You retorted, giving him a quick kiss on the nose before wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close. “Try to get some sleep oh devious captain, I’ll keep the nightmares away.” Kaeya hummed against you and the two of you listened to the sound of shared breaths, of beating hearts, and to the ticking of the clock until it all slipped into the background and kept you from sleep no more.

Xiao

Does he sleep? At times, yes. You may find him resting in a treetop, though don’t trust his closed eyes for peaceful slumber, they are lying to you. You might pass by and see him sitting in the corner on the balcony of the inn, arms crossed, back pressed into the sturdy wall but remember he could vanish in the beat of a butterflies wing. You might notice his slow breath, the steady rise, and fall of his chest though it’s merely a way for him to store his energy. What is the cause of these strange and determined avoidances of sleep? Nightmares

How long had it been since he let himself succumb to the necessities of sleep? Days? Weeks? He wasn’t quite sure since time around him moved so differently than others and since he didn’t have to sleep as often as humans, he rarely noticed the days that went by without it. Though lately he had found even attempting to rest far more difficult than normal. 

Each time he closed his eyes for more than a few seconds, he found himself surrounded by the torment and darkness that seeped through the veins of the world. It didn’t matter how much he purged, how many supplements he took, how frequently he bathed in the purifying waters of the mountain springs - it all just didn’t matter. 

This damned karma, these useless memories. If they would only just leave him alone and let him be but there was no way for him to escape when he found himself constantly fighting the darkness and easing the hellish mindscapes of those who called so painfully for his name. When his duty called, he answered no matter the suffering seeping into his psyche. 

The only place that he found any reprieve was by your side, but you were equally busy and had little time to visit him. The invitation was always open for him to come to him, but he found it a weakness to rely on others, until he couldn’t handle the burden any longer. 

It was a rainy day when he practically barged his way into your home. The window was open and he road the current of the wind until it stopped in your living room. You weren’t startled, you weren’t afraid. When you saw him appear as if the wind spoke your name, you turned to it with open arms and he fell into them without hesitation. 

Thousands of years went by that he wandered from place to place on his own, endless visions of bloodshed and suffering permeated his mind like a sickness he’s never be rid of, the smile that he once knew was so hard to find and the innocence of the light he longed to touch continue to flutter just out of reach - but you were different than all of that. You were his refuge, you were the one thing that no matter where you drifted he could follow. 

“Close your eyes.” You whispered, fingers dancing around his eyes before resting over them to block out the sun. The breeze ruffled the curtains so softly, their sound a beat in the moment of this safety he found in your embrace. “Sleep my love, I’ll keep the nightmares away.” 

The comfort of your voice, the knowledge of your arms around him, fingers trailing over his back and through his hair acted like a ritual to cleanse his weary spirit and for the first time in so many days, the act of closing his eyes was welcomed rather than torturous.  

[purple-babygirl]

you got me reading all your works from 4 AM till 6 AM today, and I have zero regrets. And I’d do it all again. I truly love all of your works, especially those that has anything to do with Bucky.

Now all I can think about is Bucky’s reaction and care to finding out that his Little got an injury—one that she been hiding from him. Omg the fluff.

Anyway, have a great day!

Pairing: Poly!SamBucky x little!f!reader

Word count: 3,381 (i know i know...)

Warnings: polyamory, ddlg dynamics, excessive, probably unnecessary, fluff no one asked for.

A/N: Nonnie, I'm honored💜. Thank you so much for sending me this, you've warmed my heart to no extent💜💜. It is everything when you tell me you like what I share with you. You're so amazing and I hope I'll always deliver and never disappoint you ily:"💜 I know you only said Bucky but I couldn't help but get Papa!Sam in there too, hope you're not mad at me?:" Please enjoy xx.

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don't hide

"Oh, we forgot the toilet paper!" Sam groaned, "I'll go get it. Wait here, sugar, okay? Eyes on the bags and don't move. Papa will be right back," he said before marching back to the big store's entrance, leaving her by the car with all the grocery bags.

Papa said to wait there. Papa warned her that the ground was snowy and slippery and dangerous. Papa told her not to move, she reminded herself but she just couldn't help it. She had to grab that orange.

A bag had fallen on its side out of nowhere and an orange had fallen out and rolled away. She needed to get it before Papa came back or else he'd know she wasn't watching the bags and was zoned out instead. She'd be careful and she'd take the fruit and come back to where Papa left her and he wouldn't even know it. She'd take small steps and she'd be quick. Plus, she was a big girl; she'd never slip, right?

Wrong.

Before she could catch herself, her foot was slipping, her arms were flailing and she was on her back on the cold, hard icy ground. She squeaked, pain shooting through her spine like an electric shock. Through panic and pain, she got hold of the stray fruit, managing to get herself up and back to where she was supposed to be standing the whole time before Sam made his way back to her.

"There we go," Sam sighed, setting the bag with the toilet paper beside the others and opening the car.

She was silent, biting down on her lip to stifle the pained whimpers ready to leave her mouth.

"You ready to go, sugar?" He asked her as he stacked the last bag in the car, slamming the back shut.

"Yes, papa." She nodded, the bones supporting her neck hurting as she tried her best not to cry when she slightly bent to get in the backseat.

She didn't say anything. She couldn't. Daddy and Papa were taking her sledding in the park the next day and she couldn't even be good and obey one single thing she was told. They'd definitely cancel the whole day and make her stay home if they knew what she did. And not only that but she'd surely be punished for not listening and not being careful enough. She could take it. She could play, sled and smile through the pain. Plus, she was a big girl; she could handle a little fall, right?

Wrong.

Her back was killing her. She tried not to hiss when Papa put her seat belt on for her. She had no idea how she'd make it through the day.

~

"Show daddy what you got him, sugar!" Sam encouraged after leaving the bag of goods on the table for her, walking to the kitchen to drop a bunch of grocery bags

She carefully pulled a chair out and slowly climbed on top, rummaging through the bag until she found a packet of Bucky's favourite cookies. She'd pointed at them as soon as she saw them at the store and didn't stop until Papa got them down the high shelf and into the cart.

Bucky's appreciative smile lit up the room, "oh, for me?"

"Yes, daddy. Got 'em for you." She nodded timidly, playing with her sleeve.

He accepted the cookies with a giddy grin and went to store them in place in the kitchen. She giggled, proud she was the reason Daddy was smiling.

"Thank you, love." Before she could stop him, Bucky was hugging her tight, metal arm pressing on her back to pull her body to his.

The chocked whimper she let out didn't go unnoticed by the super soldier.

"You okay, doll?" Bucky raised a worried brow, flesh hand rubbing circles on her back as a sort of habit.

"Yes, daddy. I'm fine," she lied, held-in tears burning the back of her eyes. She just needed him to stop touching her spine.

"You sure?"

"Sugar, go wash your hands we just got back from outside," Sam reminded, saving her from repeating the lie to Bucky.

"Yes, papa." Her socked feet padded on the floor as she left for the bathroom.

Bucky shrugged it off for now, walking outside to help Sam with the bags. She probably wanted more candy than she was allowed and Sam refused or something of that sort.

~

When she was done washing her hands, she tiptoed to her bedroom and did her best to redress herself fast. Her discoloured skin looked awful in the mirror. She couldn't let her daddies see the huge bruise that was forming on her back, innocently praying it'd disappear over night so they could still go sledding the next morning.

"You changed by yourself?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing her in a comfier outfit. He knew for a fact Bucky didn't help her because he was washing strawberries in the sink behind him.

"Yes, papa," she muttered hesitantly, fearing his reaction.

"Why didn't you call me or daddy, baby? We could've helped."

"Papa and daddy are busy, didn' wanna bother you," she lied again.

"Doll, we'll never be too busy to look after our favourite girl. You can always ask for daddy and papa's help, okay?" Bucky assured her gently.

"Yes, dada."

"Good girl, here," Bucky grinned, offering her a strawberry.

"Tank you." She took it with a smile and hummed after the first bite, making Sam chuckle.

"You did a good job dressing yourself, sugar. We're proud of you." Sam let his hand cradle the small of her back so he could kiss her forehead.

She whimpered again, biting her lip hard and closing her eyes.

"Everything alright, baby?"

"Yes, papa. Strawberry tastes so good."

"Okay, baby. Go play in your room till me and daddy get lunch ready."

"Yes, papa." She pecked Sam's cheek before leaving the kitchen.

"She's lying," Bucky told his husband as soon as she got inside her playroom.

"I know."

~

She spent the rest of the morning suffering in silence. Her back hurt whenever it came in contact with anything. She couldn't lean forward, or backward. She couldn't even lay down for nap time, crying into her pillow as soon as her daddies left the room.

She'd try not to whine when Daddy's palm touched her upper back. She couldn't enjoy watching her favourite show on TV because she was too busy trying not to pull away when Papa hugged her to his chest while she was on his lap.

As the hours passed, she was in so much pain it was showing all over her face. Sam and Bucky were worried that she wasn't saying anything. They knew something was wrong they just didn't know what. They failed to notice her features scrunching up in pain whenever they touched her because, in their defense, they were always touching her. So they couldn't really pinpoint the problem.

"There you go, sugar." Sam handed her a plastic cup, half full of strawberry milk he'd just whipped in the blender for her.

"Thank you, papa." She smiled gratefully, stretching her neck to kiss his cheek, her face twisting in pain as a result.

"Doll, are you sure you're okay? Do you have a tummy ache? Do you feel sick?" Bucky questioned softly, all while rubbing circles on her upper back.

"No, dada. I'm okay," she continued to lie, sipping from her straw quickly so maybe Bucky would stop and let her drink in peace.

Bucky looked to Sam in defeat and the latter just shrugged at him helplessly.

"Love, me and papa are worried there's something you're not telling us." Bucky's hand caressed further down to the small of her back and she couldn't help but wince, dropping her cup.

Strawberry milk covered her chest and lap and she couldn't hold it in anymore. She started crying and apologizing, thinking there was no way out of punishment for her now. They were going to find out.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, sugar. It was an accident. It's okay." Sam tried to soothe her but her cries only grew louder as she let all the tears out.

Her body hurt so bad and it didn't help that Bucky was patting her back to calm her coughs and sobs.

"Come with me, doll. Let's get you cleaned up." She cried harder at Bucky's statement, knowing they were going to see her back now.

"No, daddy, please. Don't wanna." She shook her head, choking on her tears. She made no effort to go to his open arms like she would.

It broke Bucky's heart a tiny bit. He started to think he'd done something; that she was like that all day because of him for some reason.

"But baby, you're soaked in milk. You can't stay like that!" Sam didn't wait for her refusal, slipping his arms under her legs and carrying her body off the couch.

"No, no, papa, please." Her tears wet Sam's sweater, her thrashing hurting her muscles even more.

"Stop crying, sugar. Tell me what's wrong," Sam said, sitting down on the closed toilet lid with her on his lap.

She remained silent, her fist rubbing at her teary eye and her lips trembling.

"Is there anything you wanna tell me and daddy, baby?" Sam tried again, making brief eye contact with a worried Bucky preparing a bath.

"Wanna shower by myself," she muttered when her sobs died out, tears still leaving her red eyes.

"You know we can't let you do that, doll," Bucky sighed.

"B-But I dressed by myself," she cried more, leaning on Sam's chest.

"This is different, baby." He kissed her forehead.

"Why don't you want our help, doll? What is it?"

She was quiet again, making both men sigh.

"Alright, love, hands up," Bucky instructed but she shook her head.

"Come on now, be good. We gotta get you cleaned up, baby, or you're gonna be all sticky," Sam told her, fingers tugging at the hem of her sweater.

She gave up fighting; her back was sore and she knew her daddies were going to get her in that bath no matter what. She closed her eyes when the sweater was pulled over her head, preparing herself for Daddy's reaction.

"My goodness, doll! What happened?!" Bucky exclaimed in worry and she started sobbing again.

"What is it?"

"Look at her back, it's messed up!" Bucky gestured to the huge purple and blue bruise, whispering the last part of his sentence.

"Oh my god! How did you get this?!" Sam's eyes widened as he questioned her and she only cried more.

It broke their heart. She was in so much pain all morning and they had no idea. How could they be so inattentive?

"Hey, baby, no, it's alright. We just wanna know how you got hurt, sugar. You're not in trouble," Sam reassured, pushing her hair out of her face while Bucky ever so tenderly examined her bruises.

"I'm sorry, papa. I'm so sorry," she cried in his chest, "I- I didn' listen when you- told me to stay I- the orange fell out an- and I wanted to get it and I fell d-down an' hurt m-myself." She tried to explain between hiccups as Sam bit down in realization and regret.

"Aw, sugar," Sam sighed, feeling guilt gnaw at him for leaving her alone by the car. What was he thinking? How could he leave her all by herself like that? She was just a little baby!

"Papa's sorry, baby. Papa's so sorry he left you standing alone and went back inside." Sam apologized, kissing away the tears soaking her cheeks while she sniffled and hiccuped.

"Don't cry, doll. We're not sad with you. You didn't do anything wrong," Bucky cooed, his thumb wiping the tears down her chin and neck.

"B-But I was bad." She looked at Bucky with teary eyes.

"No, doll, you weren't bad. You were just tryna help Papa because you're a good girl." Bucky kissed her temple, holding her forehead to his cheek while he looked at Sam.

The man was zoned out, probably beating himself up somewhere in his mind.

"Let's just get you in the tub for now and then we can let the doctor take a look at your back, okay?"

"What if he gives me shots?"

"He's not gonna give you shots, doll. Only something to apply to your bruise, nothing painful or scary." Bucky promised, easing her off Sam's lap to get the rest of her clothes off.

Sam scratched his head before abruptly standing from the toilet seat, "I'll go start dinner."

Bucky sighed when his husband left the bathroom. He knew Sam was feeling guilty for their baby getting hurt and while he wanted to assure him it wasn't his fault, he had to tend to her for the time being.

"There you go, doll." Bucky carefully lowered her in the tub, letting the warm, soaped water soothe the ache in her muscles.

"Dada, can you come too?" She asked quietly, noiseless tears still leaving her eyes.

Bucky stripped himself at once, cautiously getting behind her in the tub before pressing her back to his chest. She sighed as he held her to him, Bucky's chest being much comfier than the solid ceramic of the tub.

"Is papa mad at me?" She asked Bucky, her voice trembling and breaking as she continued to cry.

"No, no, doll. Papa's not mad at you one bit, he's just worried about you," Bucky said, his hands rubbing softly on her tummy as he kissed her shoulder.

"Then why'd he leave?" Her voice was squishing Bucky's heart and he just wanted both his babies to feel better.

"He's preparing dinner for you, baby. Papa loves you; he could never be mad at you." Bucky turned her head so she could face him and wiped her tears away.

"We love you, doll. No one is mad at you. Daddy and Papa only want you to be okay. We just wanna keep you safe," Bucky told her warmly and she nodded, wrapping her arms around Bucky's neck and burrowing her face in the crook of it.

~

After her bath, Bucky got out first, telling her to wait while he got towels. But instead his legs took him to Sam.

"I feel like shit for not noticing too," Bucky muttered behind his spouse.

"It's not only that- what are you doing strolling around the house in just a towel after a warm bath?! Bucky, you'll catch a cold-" Sam scolded when he turned around and saw Bucky undressed.

Bucky put his mouth on Sam's in an attempt to calm his anxiety.

"I'm gonna be fine and so is she," Bucky promised against Sam's lips, cupping his cheek.

"I left her alone, Buck. She got hurt because of me."

"No, love, no. It was an accident. It could've happened anywhere any time."

"I still shouldn't have left her."

"Then we know not to do it again. Don't beat yourself up over it and distance yourself like that."

"I'm not distancing myself."

"Sam, she thinks you're sad with her. Please, love," Bucky begged, his thumb swiping over Sam's skin until the latter nodded with a sigh.

"Now go put on something."

"I thought you liked me naked," Bucky teased.

"Go." Sam lightly slapped his rear.

"I'm going." Bucky laughed, kissing Sam's lips one last time before retreating to the bathroom.

~

Bucky dressed her in something warm and told her to wait a minute while he got ready so he could take her to the doctor's. She peaked out of her room, hearing onions sizzling in the kitchen. She walked over to Sam as he poured tomato juice and the pot hissed.

"Papa? Are you mad?" She tugged at Sam's sleeve, red-rimmed eyes staring up at the man.

Sam sighed, turning off the stove. He took her hand in his and walked out of the kitchen with her, sitting down on the couch and motioning for her to sit on his lap.

"Why didn't you say anything, sugar?" Sam asked, putting her hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry, papa," shs teared up, "I thought you'd be mad at me and think I'm bad and not wanna take me sledding no more."

"Baby, I'd never get mad at you for getting hurt. Ever." Sam reassured her, not letting his eyes get glossy with the tears he held in.

"If you get hurt me and papa will take care of you no matter what, doll. That's the only consequence. Do you understand me, love?" Bucky added, walking out of the bedroom with a jacket in hand.

"Yes, daddy." She nodded, throwing herself in Bucky's arms, "I'm sorry. I love you."

"We love you too, doll." Bucky kissed her head, careful not to hug or squeeze her too tight.

"Papa, will you come to the doctor wimme and daddy?" She asked Sam sweetly, leaning on his chest after leaving Bucky's hold.

"Of course, sugar." Sam's thumb stroked her cheek softly.

"And we can still go sledding in the park tomorrow?"

"Oh no, baby, we can't go tomorrow."

"But you said you weren't mad." Her lip jutted out in a pout.

"I'm not mad, baby, I promise, but you're hurt."

"But the doctor is gonna fix it," she whined

"He's a doctor, sugar, not a wizard!" Sam chuckled

"Because wizards don't exist."

"They do exist, but that's not the point," Sam argued and Bucky playfully rolled his eyes behind her back.

"But papa-"

"No buts, doll. We'll go as soon as you get better and we'll stay as long as you want, yeah?"

"Yes, daddy." She complied, knowing they were right; her back was achy and stinging.

~

As promised the doctor gave her no needles, only a prescription of a cream for her back and a painkiller.

"Daddy, I don't wanna," she whimpered as Bucky lifted her PJs up. She was afraid of the pain she would feel once Bucky started massaging the substance onto her skin.

"I'm gonna be gentle, doll. I promise."

"It's gonna hurt," she complained more.

"Here, sugar, hold papa's hands and daddy will be done before you know it." Sam opened his palms and she immediately put her smaller hands on top.

"There you go, all set. We're ready, daddy," Sam told Bucky, squeezing her hands and smiling comfortingly at her.

She gave half a smile back, blushing as she felt Bucky ever so softly lay kisses down her hurt back.

Sam chuckled, kissing the back of her hand. She slightly hissed when Bucky touched her skin with the cold cream, his pointer and middle spreading it around on the bruises.

"Anywhere else hurts, love?"

"Right here, daddy." She pointed to the back of her neck.

Before Bucky could, Sam tilted himself forward and kissed from the ends of her hair down to where her neck met her back. She giggled, Sam's lips tickling her. The man chuckled again, pecking her cheek.

"Papa?" She held his hands in hers.

"Yes, baby?"

"I love you." She wasn't unaware of how he blamed himself for her little accident and she wanted to let him know it was alright; she was alright.

"I love you more, sugar." Sam smiled, relieved, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Starting to feel seriously left out over here," Bucky said, wiping his fingers on a tissue.

Sam rolled his eyes at his needy-for-attention husband before cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead as well, sending blood to his cheeks.

"I love you, daddy," she whispered, squeezing Bucky's right hand.

"I love you more, doll." Bucky echoed his partner, kissing her hand.

For the whole week, Papa and Daddy let her sleep on top of their chests, seeing as cuddling and spooning weren't options and they still wanted to be close. She'd alternate between the men as the nights passed.

Eventually, they did go sledding in the park when she healed, three days in a row. She loved it and she laughed so much till her cheeks hurt. She could handle a little fall after all; she could handle anything as long as Sam and Bucky were there to take care of her through it.

[ragingbookdragon]

She's A Bird! She's A Plane! She's...Spiderwoman?

Justice League x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: IDK where this came from but I was watching ITSV, so...there's that. Enjoy! -Thorne

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“This is your fault,” Barry griped, hacking away at the glowing fauna with the makeshift machete—in reality it was just a really big stick that had a really sharp rock tied to the end. “I told you our trajectory was off and what did you do? You said, ‘I’m Hal Jordan, the greatest pilot in the world. Watch my big head crash us on an alien planet where our central battery gets displaced during the impromptu crash land and thrown miles from our position’.”

“Do you want some cheese with all that whine, Bar?” Hal asked, an unimpressed scowl on his face as he illuminated their footpath. “It’s not my fault the orbital windspeeds were faster than the sensors picked up on. Blame the tech, not me.”

“That sounds like you’re just trying to pass off the blame,” he shot back, swiping down at another vine that wriggled like a dying snake and spat out fluorescent blue liquid on the broken end. “Y’know? Like you do best?”

“Seriously, find a better thing to do than complain, Flash. We’ve got bigger fish to fry than blaming each other.”

“Each other? I didn’t do anything! This was all you!” Barry spun on Hal and glared at him.

They glowered at each other when a clicking sound echoed above them and they both jumped a foot in the air, spinning back-to-back as they looked around in every direction, up and down and side to side.

“What the hell was that?” Hal worried.

“I don’t know,” Barry replied, just as concerned. “It sounded like clacking.”

“That did not sound like a chicken.”

“Clacking, Hal, not clucking.”

“Same thing,” he retorted, lifting his arm in the air, shining a bright green light amongst the glowing red treetops. A bunch of branches, neon red leaves and purple flowers, a darting limb—a darting limb?

Hal shifted the light back, jolting Barry’s shoulder in the process. “What is it?”

“There’s something above us,” he whispered, watching with cautious eyes as something shifted on the main branch of the tree, the outline of a dark head coming out, just enough to catch the edge of their bright gold eye. “It’s watching us.”

The something shifted back into cover, the clacking sounding once more, then the treetop ruffled, dropping red and purple fauna on the two men as it jumped to another tree. Hal tried to follow it, but it was too fast for his eyes; the only thing it left behind though was a string of long white webbing, hanging down from the blue tree branch. And Hal being the idiot he was, decided to touch it to see if he could figure out what it was, and only managed to get it all over his hands.

He pouted, trying to pull apart his hands. “It’s sticky.”

Barry let out a long and heavy sigh, placing one hand at the small of his best friend’s back, the other holding the machete. “Come on, dumb-dumb. Let’s go find that thing again.”

“Isn’t that the opposite of how the survivors live? I know we’re white, but I didn’t think we were that white.” He was half tempted to see if he could gnaw the webbing with his teeth. “This shit isn’t coming off.”

“Here,” Barry said, vibrating his hand as fast as he could and to Hal’s surprise, the webbing cut, falling to the ground.

“Thanks!” he chirped, holding his arm out again to shine his ring. “What do you think that thing was?”

“Alien lifeform.”

“No shit, Sherlock. What gave it away? The alien world?”

“I’ve just about had it with you,” Barry growled, cutting through another rough patch of vines. As the path cleared, they stepped out of the heavily forested area to see one older tree in the center of the circle. It rested atop what looked like an ancient cave, the rocks crumbling around the front.

“I’m not going in there,” Hal immediately stated. “You couldn’t pay me all the money the US owes in debt to go in there. Fuck that.”

“You’re such a big baby,” Barry chuckled, walking up to the entrance; it was about the twelve feet high and ten feet wide, big enough for the two of them to walk in. “Come on. It went in here.”

“Barry, please! Why aren’t you more worried about this?” Hal begged. “You should be more worried!”

“Hal, if it wanted to hurt us, it would’ve done so already.”

“Or maybe it’s luring us to our deaths!” he countered, even though he was following Barry into the cave.

There was more webbing along the walls of the cave, swirling around patterns of purple and blue. The farther they walked the stickier it got, and at one point, they were struggling to lift their feet off the cave floor to take the next step.

“Christ, what is this stuff?” Hal asked and Barry bent down, poking at the webbing.

“It’s like spider webbing, but stickier and stronger.” He vibrated his hand to dislodge it from the strings, then did it around Hal’s feet. “You might wanna float for now. I’ll vibrate my feet to keep from sticking.”

“Good idea,” Hal agreed, lifting a few inches off the ground. “Do you think the lifeform is intelligent?”

“Intelligent us or just intelligent?”

“Intelligent us.”

“Anything’s possible. It seemed sentient so I believe it’s probably intelligent.”

“What do you define as intelligent, Barry?” Hal questioned and the forensic scientist hummed.

“If it’s capable of calculus it’s intelligent.”

“Really? If it can do math homework you think it’s worthy?”

“Calculus is a difficult skill. You need the ability to think and to calculate in order to solve and understand it. That requires sentience and intellige—oh shit!” Barry’s words tipped into a yelp as the ground gave way beneath him and he sunk down, shouting all the way.

Hal’s eyes shot wide, and he flew down the hole. “Barry!” he yelled. “Barry where are—oof!” he collided with more of the webbing, this time enough that the entire left side of his body was stuck to it.

“Hal! You okay!”

He looked over, seeing Barry stuck on his back. “I’m okay? You!”

Barry nodded. “I’ve been better. What is this?” they looked around the best they could. Spiral upon spiral of iridescent webbings surrounded them, stuck to the walls for support, them in the center.

Hal’s eyes narrowed and he glowered at Barry. “I fucking told you it was luring us here.”

“Shut u—”

The clacking sounded above them and with panic, they both turned their eyes to the ceiling, watching as the alien lowered down near them. It looked like a human, two arms and two legs, no extra limbs at all. Hell, it didn’t even look like an alien spider; it just looked like a normal human, gazing down at them with two normal eyes. That was until it opened all six of its golden eyes and stared down at them with it’s mouth open, two one-inch fangs protruding from where the canines were.

“Ohshitohshitohshit,” Hal whispered, about to shit himself in terror.

The alien reached for Barry, and he watched as his friend sunk back into the webbing from the outstretched hand. Except he couldn’t go any farther and turned his head to the side, quietly whimpering as the long black claws touched his cheek.

“Barry!” Hal hissed and blue eyes met his, then,

“Friends!” the alien shouted. “New friends for Rhiezheveir to have!”

Their expressions pinched in confusion as the being started to twirl in the air, one hand holding to the webbing they’d lowered down on, the other elegantly flowing in the air.

“You can understand us?” Barry wondered and they looked down.

“Yes!” leaning down, they got in his face, and he saw the rather feminine looking features. “Rhiezheveir saw the ship come in the sky and land! I waited until you left it to search! The ship’s memory functions in this language!” she seemed rather excited. “Rhiezheveir found the core you were looking for! I did not know how to get you here to return it!”

She climbed up the webbing, disappearing quickly only to reappear with the ship’s core under her free arm. “Here it is! Rhiezheveir brought it back!”

“Why do you keep saying that?” Hal inquired and she lowered down next to his face, hers right in front of his.

“Saying what?”

“Rhieza-something-reservoir?”

“Rhiezheveir?” she offered, and he nodded.

“Yeah, that.”

“Rhiezheveir is my name! I am named after the brightest star in the Kosialaran sky!”

“In the what sky?” Barry asked.

“Kosialaran!” she answered. “This planet’s name! My planet!”

“Are there more of you?” Hal questioned. “You’re the only intelligent life we’ve seen besides bloodthirsty beats trying to eat us.”

“Yes, I saw you fight with the Erqurcus. They are not nice lizards. They like to bite Rhiezheveir when she tries to feed them.”

“Why do you refer to yourself in the third person?” Barry piped up. “Sometimes you use first too.”

“In Aissaveed culture, we commonly refer to ourselves in the third, though I learned from watching, that humans use first. Rhiezheveir is learning to mix them.” She smiled and the clacking sounded again.

Hal tried to look at her. “What is that noise?”

Bending down to his face again, she flashed her fangs. “They click when I get excited!”

Barry cleared his throat. “Um, Rhiezheveir, are there more of your kind in the area?”

“Not here. On the other side of the planet there is. Rhiezheveir has travelled far to get away from her people’s hunters. They do not like me.”

“How come?”

“Rhiezheveir broke tradition. Refused to be royal consort. Fled and hid here.” She let the tips of her toes touch the delicate silk webbing and then crouched, the web bouncing lightly with the weight. “Rhiezheveir is not welcome amongst her people anymore. I am alone now.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” Barry murmured, even empathetical of the alien. “You’re here all alone?”

“Yes! Though not anymore!” she patted both Hal and Barry’s thighs. “New friends!”

Hal wiggled. “I hate to break it to you, Reservoir, but—”

“Rhiezheveir,” she corrected, and he sighed.

“Rhiezheveir. But we have to get back to our own planet. We have responsibilities.”

Barry nodded. “We need to get back to our ship.” he tugged against the webbing. “Can you help us get out of this? We’re stuck.”

“Of course!” she chirped, starting to snip the webbing with her claws.

“Wait a second!” Hal exclaimed. “There’s nothing underneath meAHHHHH!” the last thread snapped, and Hal tumbled down the dark and dimly lit cavern.

“Rhiezheveir!” Barry yelled. “What are you doing!”

She held up a finger in a wait motion, then a wet plop sounded, followed by, “NEVERMIND! I’M OKAY! THIS WATER SMELLS FUNNY THOUGH!”

The Speedster sighed. “Oh, there’s water down there.”

She looked at Barry oddly. “Rhiezheveir would not try to kill her new friends. That is not nice.” Snipping the lines around him, she held on as he fell and she let out a squeal as they dropped, though as Barry hit the water, she merely held on to the web in her hand, just above the body.

Barry broke the water and spit out the remaining in his mouth. “Water tastes funny too.”

Hal rolled his eyes. “Rhiezheveir, how do we get out of here?”

She smiled. “Follow me!” she shot out her free hand and another string of webbing left her hand, attaching to the roof of the cavern; letting go with her other hand, she swung like a monkey on a vine, then repeated the process, alternating her hands. And boy she was fast. Barry and Hal had to freehand like they were in the Olympics to keep up, and even then, it wasn’t fast enough.

***

By the time they made it back to the ship, their hair and clothes had dried off. They noticed that she didn’t like to be on the ground and crawled along the tree limbs above them. Bioluminescent flower petals shook from the branches every time she moved, creating an aura of beautiful red and purple around them.

Barry took the battery from her and slot it back into place, watching as they ship powered back to life; he walked over to Hal who was sitting in the first seat. “Everything good?”

Hal nodded. “A few nicks here and there, but the engine and all other vital systems are good.” He looked up. “We should be good to go once the power levels reach operational.”

The Speedster smiled and turned to her. “Well, Rhiezheveir, this is goodbye.”

She merely blinked. “What do you mean goodbye? I am coming with you.”

“There’s not enough room,” Hal said, and she smiled, those fangs clacking as she raised her arms.

“I will make myself small!” her dark body illuminated in a bright gold, then the shape began to shrink and shift, eight long legs appearing out of the main shape that had evolved into two orb like shapes. When the glow dispersed, she raised her front legs and waved, then skittered up Barry’s leg and body to his head.

“I have a spider on my head.” He said dumbly. “I have an alien spider nuzzling my hair.” Barry looked at Hal. “There’s a spider in my hair.”

Hal shrugged. “So long as it stays on you, we’re good.” He peered at her. “Rhiezheveir, can you understand us in there?”

She waved her front legs as Barry climbed into the ship, sitting on his seat; she scurried down his head to his shoulder and sat there, perfectly balanced, her beady golden eyes occasionally blinking.

“That’s a big ass spider,” Hal noted.

“She reminds me of a Goliath birdeater.”

“A what now?”

“Goliath birdeater. It’s the biggest spider on earth.” He examined her. “But her legs are so long…like a huntsman spiders’. I wonder if she’s got the abilities of different species?”

Barry reached up, holding out his hand and she climbed on it, letting him lower her to his lap. “Can you sit there while we take off, Rhiezheveir? Once were out of atmosphere, you can wander around the cockpit.”

All she merely did was raise her front legs and wave them once more before settling on his thighs, curling her legs in contently; he smiled down at her, then the realization of what bringing her meant and he blurted out, “I have no idea how we’re going to explain this to the others.”

“What do you mean?” Hal questioned.

Barry looked at him. “The crash land will be easy—you’re an idiot.” He ignored Hal’s outcry of offense and gestured to her. “How do we explain we picked up a shapeshifting spider…lady?”

Hal shrugged. “Hostile environment navigated by a peaceful intelligent lifeform who managed to be a stowaway?”

“I like the first half up until ‘who’.” Barry met his gaze. “She was threatened by her own people and begged to help her flee?”

The pilot pursed his lips. “We’ll need to use her reasoning for leaving. The whole royal consort business.”

“Sounds good.” Barry glanced down at her. “Rhiezheveir, does that sound—oh…I think she’s asleep.”

Hal looked down to Barry’s lap and sure enough, the hand-sized spider wasn’t moving on his legs other than the occasional leg twitch. “Sure she didn’t die?”

“Hal!” Barry hissed. “Don’t be mean!” he gently scratched her the top of her abdomen with his pointer finger.

“You’ve pack-bonded with a spider,” Hal noted. “Nice job, buddy.”

“Oh, come on. Like you don’t find her friendly.”

“She’s a spider.”

“She’s an alien who turns into a spider.” He watched the planet get smaller and smaller as they exited the orbit and into the stars. “Bruce isn’t going to be happy that we brought an alien back.”

“I think the pressing matter is that we have no idea what she eats.”

“Bugs?”

“You said she was an alien who turns into a spider, Bar. What’s she going to eat when she’s human…like?”

“Meat?” Barry wiggled his fingers in Hal’s side. “Man-flesh.”

Hal choked on a laugh, batting at the hand against his ribs. “Stop that.” He steered the ship through a debrief field with ease. “We’d better figure out or she’ll eat somebody in the middle of a fight.”

“In a fight?” Barry asked.

Hal shot him a look. “We didn’t take this Lady Spider with us just to get her off her home-world. She’s gonna help out somewhere.” He shrugged. “Might as well stick her in the Justice League.”

Barry’s lips pulled satisfactory. “That’s…actually a good idea.” He smiled. “I can’t wait to show her to Bruce. You know he doesn’t like spiders?”

“He’s scared of spiders?”

“I didn’t say he was scared of them, Hal. He just doesn’t like them. I think creepy crawlies make his skin crawl.”

Hal shoved him in the arm. “Don’t call her creepy crawly. She’s a pretty spider.”

“What happened to making fun of her?” Barry smirked. “You pack-bonded with the pretty alien spider lady, didn’t you?”

“Shut up,” Hal griped, going still when she shifted and crawled up the dash of the ship and stared out the window; she turned, waving her front legs. “Yeah Rhiezheveir? What is it?”

She pointed to the stars, drawing her front legs in downward arcs as if to say, “Wow!”

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Barry murmured and she did it again; he looked curiously at her. “Hey Rhiezheveir, you can understand us, right?”

She waved.

“Okay. Since you can’t talk to us until we get back, how about this—front legs up is ‘yes’ and front legs down is ‘no’. Do you understand?”

She lifted her legs up and he grinned.

“Good. Now, do you like warm places?”

Her legs went up, then down.

“Sort of?”

Up.

“You like warm and cool weather?”

Up.

“We’re going back to our world. There’re many habitats there. Some really hot and really cold. Others are in the middle.” He explained, watching her almost nod. “We’ll be meeting the group Hal and I work with on another ship. You’ll have to stay there for the time being. Is that okay?”

She lifted her legs up.

Hal leaned over. “Rhiezheveir, are you a spider that sometimes turns into a lady?”

Her legs stayed down.

“So, you’re a lady that sometimes turns into a spider?”

Up.

“Nice. Can you fight?”

Up and waving wildly.

Barry looked at Hal then back to her. “You said you refused the position of royal consort. Were you chosen because you could fight?”

Up.

“So, you escaped because you didn’t want to be forced into that position?”

Still up.

Barry nodded solemnly. “Rest assured, Rhiezheveir, you won’t be forced into anything like that on Earth. You’ll be free and able to live openly and not in hiding.”

Her legs stilled in the air, then the curled and Hal muttered, “I think you overwhelmed her emotionally.”

The Speedster cupped the spider in his hands, letting her crawl back into his lap. “Sorry, Rhiezheveir. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She merely snuggled into his lap and stayed there.

“Rhiezheveir,” Hal started. “Your name is really complicated for humans to say. While I think it would be a good identity for a superhero life, I think you should find an easier name for people to use.”

She waved a single leg, signaling she was listening.

“How about (Y/N)?”

Barry smiled. “Ooo, I like (Y/N). That’s a pretty name.”

She raised her front legs and waved them excitedly.

“I think Rhiezheveir likes it too.” He scratched her torso. “Welcome to the Justice League (Y/N). You’re gonna fit in perfectly.”

(Y/N) waved her front legs, rearing up on her back.

“HOLY FUCK LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HER FANGS!” Hal shouted.

[scarofthewind]

Could I request for Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt (and anyone else you may want) on how they’d react to cumming very quickly, like they’re having a stressful day and haven’t dont *it* in a long time and it just happens. :) thanks

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I really liked this one....very spicy! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, R18+, heated make-out sessions, mentions of oral, face-sitting, pet names

Characters: Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees and Bo Sinclair

word count: 2.05k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Thomas Hewitt: 

“I need you to go upstairs for me, pretty girl,” Thomas’ voice sounded darker than you remembered as you walked through the front door, letting your workbag rest against the coat rack. Your lover didn’t give you a moment to speak before he was trudging back down the steps of the basement where you heard a male beg for his life. 

With a sigh you obliged, running your hand down your stiff neck and wondering if you needed to take some time off work. You felt like you hadn’t seen Thomas, kissed him or even touched him in forever and it was starting to get to you. You both hated the fact that work had you going overtime and that he was doing busy work with stuff around the acres of land he had to maintain. All you wanted was to spend at least a full day with him where there was no work, just love making and talking. 

Making your way to the bedroom, you shut the door as the man started screaming, the familiar sound of Thomas’ chainsaw going off as you took your clothes off piece by piece and set them in the laundry hamper, reminding yourself to do laundry when you could. You moved sluggishly towards the shower, pulling the curtain back and turning the water on, getting it ready for both you and Thomas who you could hear bounding up the stairs as the water warmed. 

Strong arms covered in blood wrapped around your middle and chapped lips pressed kisses along your neck and shoulder. “No more overtime and I’m taking next week off,” you told Thomas who hummed in response, pulling back to loose his clothing before following you into the warm shower. “I missed you so much,” you said softly, your heart aching at your words as the male stared down at you with a knowing feeling.

“I didn’t go anywhere, sweetheart.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead to which you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your lips, letting the water run over his red-stained skin. “But shit did I miss you too,” he growled against your mouth, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip while his hands felt up your body. One of your hands traveled down towards his cock, palming it gently and feeling it twitch to life before you began pumping the shaft gently. 

Thomas’ lips worked hungrily against yours as he pressed you against the shower wall, cupping your cunt with one hand before slipping past your lower lips and delving into your aching pussy. A soft cry left your mouth and Thomas felt himself snap at the feeling of your walls sucking on his fingers so tightly. Just the thought of what your pussy would do to his cock made him cum and he pulled away from you, apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry it just been so long and-”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s okay.” You say softly, bringing his lips back to yours. “It’s not like you can’t get it back up, right?” You smirk against his mouth and let out a shriek when he pulls you out of the shower and takes you to the bed, moving to lay between your legs and bringing his mouth to your sopping cunt.

Bo Sinclair: 

The man was practically tweaking when you walked into the house, Bo immediatley springing up from his spot on the couch and making his way towards you. “I’m sorry I’ve been too stubborn to apologize for our fight last week but please, please, please forgive me.” Bo was frantic, his pupils blown wide and an obvious tent in his shorts that made you bite back a smirk. 

“I can’t get off without you, I can’t sleep, I can barely eat because you know I can’t cook-”

“Bo, please stop talking.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose before pulling him upstairs to your bedroom, him still babbling about useless things the whole way. As soon as you get into the comfort of the room, you shut the door behind you and turn to face him. 

“I mean I can’t even get close to finishing, it’s like my dick’s broke-” you cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. Taking his hat off and throwing it to the floor so you could run your fingers through his messy hair, you felt him relax against your touch, his hands pulling your body against his. “Please,” he groaned and you obliged, moving him over to the chair by the window and letting him sit down before climbing on his lap and unzipping his pants, spitting in your hand before pumping his shaft slowly. 

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, hips bucking at your touch while his head was buried between your breasts. “That feels so good, baby, just like that,” he let out a string of curse words while you continued your actions, running your thumb across the tip a few times while feeling a familiar wetness grow between your legs. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Bo panted, his hips moving along with your hand as he came in thick white spurts to which you wiped on his shirt. 

“That was quick,” you teased, watching him glare at you before he moved, having you seated on the chair with your legs hooked on his bare shoulders when he removed his stained shirt. “You don’t have to, Bo.” You said, watching him shake his head and pull your pants down along with your underwear. 

“I told you didn’t I? I’m a starving man and I know good eatin’ when I see it,” he winks up at you before slowly making his way to your glistening cunt. With the way he works your body like a finely tuned instrument, it doesn’t take you long to finish either and by then, he’s hard and ready to go again.

Michael Myers: 

The air was knocked from your lungs the moment you walked through the front door as Michael shoved you against the wall, lips pressed against yours feverishly as his teeth practically clicked against your own. “What the hell, Michael?” You struggled to push the larger man off, moving slightly to the side and wiping your mouth from the wetness of the kiss. 

“I haven’t touched you in over two weeks, do you know what that’s doing to me?” He growled, pressing himself against you, your back one again meeting the wall. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of finally getting off after two straight weeks of overworking yourself and barely getting to see your ‘very busy’ serial killer lover. 

You let out a gasp when his teeth pulled at the skin on your neck, leaving various bite marks and bruises on your already sore body. “Calm down, you’re gonna kill me,” you whimper, feeling one of his hands dip between your bodies to rub your clothed pussy, the feeling still making you weak in the knees. “Bedroom, now.” You ordered, moving out from under him and not bothering to look back, knowing he was following you up the stairs. 

It didn’t take but a few seconds before you were topless, your bra still uncomfortably holding your breasts into place while you were shoved on the bed, Michael crawling on top of you faster than you could blink. Once again, his lips found yours and one of his hands found purchase on your neck, lightly thumbing over the dark marks he left there earlier while his tongue delved into your awaiting mouth. You could feel his cock straining against his pants as he slowly ground it along your pant-clad cunt, your panties becoming remarkably uncomfortable with how wet they were. 

A soft moan of his name left your lips when he slipped his hand from your neck into your pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down enough for him to feel how wet you were. “Oh fuck,” he grunted, his chest heaving as his hands stilled and his lips moved off yours. You stared up at him in confusion as he quickly stood up, stripping himself of his pants and boxers, cursing at the copious amounts of cum that coated his now softening cock. 

“That’s new,” you tease, watching his ears turn red before he curses again. “Don’t be embarrassed, we haven't’ done anything in a while so it’s natural.” You assure him, watching him roll his eyes before moving to lay on the bed. 

“I don’t need this from you, just come here.” He grunts, getting comfortable and curling a finger at you. 

“I don’t get it, I’m not gonna ride you when you’re soft, it’ll-”

“Not my dick, Princess,” he said with a smirk, moving his hair from his face and running a hand along his mouth, his tongue licking his lips. “Come take a seat, I wanna taste you.” You didn’t have to be told twice.

Jason Voorhees: 

It felt like their were a million things on your mind, but that he wasn’t one of them. Lately with work and your family, you’ve not been able to go out and see Jason all too much and it was starting to worry him. Did you grow tired of him? Did you find someone better?

He missed your laugh, your smile, your eyes, your body, your lips, your cunt; you name it and he was yearning for it. He hadn’t gotten off without you there since before he met you and he wasn’t about to do it again; it didn’t feel right to. So imagine your shock when you come through the cabin door, announcing your arrival and nearly getting tackled to the floor by your giant lover. 

“Jason, I missed you too but I can’t breathe,” you laughed, feeling him loosen his grip on you before cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss, his tongue swiping across your lip. A soft sigh leaves your lips and you drop what you have, shutting the door with your foot and ridding yourself of your coat, not caring where it falls. 

Jason can feel the bulge in his pants start to grow and he’s sure you can to by the way you run your hand over it. A shiver runs through his body before he yanks you over to the couch, wanting to be inside you as quickly as possible. “I missed you so much,” you whimpered against his lips when he lays you down gently, his frame moving between your legs and settling against your lower half. With a soft kiss to your palm before placing it on his heart, Jason told you that he loved you without having to speak before bending down again and reconnecting your soft lips with his. 

The cabin was quiet except for the soft pants and moans that came from the two of you as Jason practically humped your leg, his hands groping at the mounds of flesh on your chest while his lips worked wonders on your neck. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the minute and just as you were about to start peeling clothes off, Jason shot up and practically fell off the couch. “What? What happened? Is someone here, do I need to hide?” You asked with swollen lips, watching him hold one of the couch pillows against his front. 

“Jason what’s going on? Are you okay? Were we going too fast?” Your eyes never left his face but he stared at the floor as the gross, wet, warmth of his cum pooled inside his boxers, his pants showing a wet patch on the front to which he hesitantly showed you. he was ready to be teased but when you told him to come back to the couch, he did. 

“Look at me,” you said, gently cupping his face which was blushing a pretty shade of pink. “It’s alright. We haven’t been together in a while and you didn’t touch yourself while I was gone did you?” When he shook his head you smiled at him softly. “It’s natural to get worked up like that, it doesn’t mean we still can’t have any fun.” You whispered to him, watching his eyes narrow at you slightly before he grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you to the bedroom; challenge accepted. 

[angryschnauzer]

Pitching Tents

Summary: Ooof... *insert breathless spongebob meme here* Okay, so your co-stars Chris and Henry invite you along for a long weekend camping trip, and in the wilds of nature they let their inhibitions be set free.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader x Henry Cavill (MFM)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex (female receiving), Oral Sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, threesome, spit roasts, fingering, grinding, handjobs, vaginal creampie, sloppy seconds, cockwarming, sex outdoors, anal sex, unprotected anal sex, anal creampie, anal sloppy seconds, degrading talk, zero inhibitions, no refractory period, aftercare, crack fic, utter filth, you. have. been. warned., and the worlds best camping table.

Only the finest free range, organic typos, allowed to run wild and free.

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A/N: Don’t @ me yelling about RPF. This is utter fantasy. You know that, i know that. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. However i do feel i have included enough of each actor to satisfy both sets of fans. Enjoy the filth you dirty sluts.

Pitching Tents

Sitting in the dressing room having your makeup removed you laughed and joked with Chris and Henry, your co-stars. Finally you were prosthetic free and your FX makeup artist left, leaving you to listen as the two men chatted away;

“So all set for our camping trip this weekend Chris?” Henry asked as he wiped off fake blood from his cheek

“Can’t fucking wait Henry, three whole days of beers, fishing, and doing fuck all” Chris turned to you and smiled; “So, whata’ you doin this weekend?”

Sighing you took a sip of water;

“Probably just bingeing Netflix with a family sized bag of chocolate”

“Why don’t you come camping with us?” 

Henry suggested lightly, and at his suggestion your head snapped up;

“Really? I’ve never camped in my life! I’ll just cramp your style for your boys weekend. I’ve never even pitched a tent”

“Oh don’t worry, me and Hen have got all the equipment you could need for that” Chris assured you, but you missed the sly wink he shot to Henry.

-

The campsite was beautiful. On private land it was amazing what being one of Hollywoods biggest stars could get you into, and as Chris had pulled his truck over the gravel both you and Henry were impressed with the stunning location. You’d had little to do as they put the tent up, and as the sun had started to set the beers had been cracked open and the campfire glowed. Whether it was the fresh air, the beer, or the busy work schedule you all had, you were turning in just as the sun had fully set. Curling up underneath the pile of blankets and quilts that’d been thrown on the air mattress, you were quickly fast asleep before either of the men had climbed in beside you.

-

The bright morning sunlight shone in through the thin fabric of the tent waking you, and as you pulled yourself from sleep you smiled at the two men seemingly still fast asleep either side of you. As much as you wanted to stay in the warmth of the blankets you needed to pee, so carefully and silently you pulled yourself out of the cocoon and slipped a discarded flannel shirt on, unsure if it was Henry’s or Chris’s, either way it swamped you and covered your panties and cami you’d worn to sleep in.

As soon as they’d heard the zipper of the tent close Chris had cracked an eye open to glance at Henry, a smirk on his face as he was greeted with an identical grin.

“Do you think she’ll go for it?” Chris whispered

“Yeah, you’ve seen her eyeing each of us, i think she’ll be up for some fun”

“You ready?”

“Dude, i have woken up with the biggest morning wood” Henry grinned

“Me too… so how’re we gonna do this?”

“I’m thinking the sleepy roll and cuddlespoon method ”

“Yeah that’ll work” Chris paused as he heard your heavy footfalls approaching the tent, winking at Henry before the two of them feigned sleep.

With your teeth chattering from the chilly morning air you reluctantly pulled the flannel shirt off before silently sliding back under the blankets, shivering as your body attempted to warm up until suddenly a warm chest pressed to your back and a heavy arm was draped over your waist. Your eyes sprang open and breath caught in your throat as you processed Henry spooning behind you, quiet snores coming from his lips. Before you could think any more on what the man behind you was doing, Chris let out a sleepy sigh and rolled towards you, his face resting on your chest as his legs pressed against your own. With your lower limbs crushed between both mens you shifted a little, lifting one leg slightly only for Chris to hum in appreciation as his hand rested on your thigh and lifted your knee over his hip.

For just a few minutes as the shock and tension had subsided you relaxed into the warmth of being sandwiched between them, but as the temperature started to rise under the blankets you shifted and started to wriggle, and that’s when you felt the first one. The first nudge as Chris pressed himself to your core and you could feel what the internet had lost their collective minds for. A rush of breath left your body as you fought the dilemma between a friend unknowingly grinding against you with the feeling of just how good it felt. With just the thin cotton of your panties and his boxers separating your bodies, you screwed your eyes shut and ignored the guilty feelings for just a moment as Chris rubbed his impressive hard on the length of your slit. When one particular rub grazed against your clit you let out a gasp and without realising arched your back, pushing your ass into Henry and discovering he was having the same bodily issue Chris was. A sleepy murmur greeted you as Henry’s hot breath danced on your ear, before he pressed closer and you felt his fat dick rut into the crease of your ass.

Was either man aware of what the other was doing? Should you say something? As these thoughts plagued your mind they were interrupted as two pairs of lips started to find their way around your body, Henry softly kissing your neck as Chris hooked one finger into the neckline of your cami to allow him to gently suck a hardened nipple into his mouth.

“Oh fuck…”

Two sleepy ‘hmm’s replied, bodies starting to move in unison as they all sought friction, and when you felt Henry’s warm palm smooth over your thigh and ass you let out a groan as he dipped his hand between your legs from behind and his fingers found their way beneath the elastic of your underwear;

“Chris, she’s fucking soaked”

“Lemme feel…”

Suddenly another hand slid down your stomach and the front of your panties, an appreciative moan rumbling from the Bostonian’s chest as he used your slick juices to coat his finger before rubbing circles again your clit;

“So she is… that’s good, gonna need to be real wet for us Babe… Hen, how many fingers you got in her?”

“Two at the moment” the Brit said as he pumped those two thick digits into your velvet cavern; “She’s so fucking tight…”

“Give her another one, need to get her ready”

You felt Henry pull his hand out before adjusting his fingers, only to feel the delicious stretch and burn as he carefully inserted three of his thick digits into your tight entrance;

“You ready?” he asked Chris as he worked his fingers in and out of you, and with a fluid movement Henry had pulled his fingers from you and your panties down your thighs. Chris’s hands were on your hips, lifting you to straddle his waist before he pulled his boxers down and positioned his dripping cock at your entrance, waiting for you to take the final step.

With your fingers splayed against the hard plains of his chest you sank down on him, feeling the wide head of his cock split your walls apart, the stretch almost too much despite Henry’s fingers working you open just seconds before;

“Oh fuck… Chris…”

“That’s it Babe, ride me, let me feel you fuck yourself on my cock”

Letting your head fall back you closed your eyes as you started to ride Chris, lost in the moment until you heard the sound of Henry spitting on his hand. Looking over you saw how he had pushed the blankets back and was now fisting his angry red dick, watching you ride his friend. Whilst continuing to ride Chris you reached for Henry who wriggled close enough that you could wrap your hand around his hot shaft. He sat up and kissed you, his tongue pushing into your mouth and dancing against your own before he sat back with a contented sigh just as Chris started to fuck up into you;

“Feel so fucking good Babe”

“Chris… oh my god…”

“Gonna fill you up with my cum, wanna see it dripping out of you before it’s Henry’s turn”

At the mention of his name Henry grunted, licking his lips;

“Mmm sloppy seconds… gonna need it to fit me in that tight pussy”

As Chris’s thrusts started to get sloppy you rubbed at your clit, your orgasm washing over you before you felt Chris push his hips up and stutter, the twitching of his dick deep inside you prolonging your orgasm.

Only vaguely aware of Henry moving behind you, it was when his strong hands grasped your hips and lifted you off of Chris did you let out a squeal of surprise, before he set you down on your hands and knees and ran a thumb through your folds;

“Chris, you gotta see this”

With a groan Chris moved, looking at his thick white seed dripping from you before he settled back down beside you, arms behind his head. 

Henry pressed his hand to your shoulders, pushing you down as he settled behind you, swiping the bulbous crown of his fat dick through your come soaked lips. You felt that notch as he lined himself up, and with a grunt he slowly pushed into you. 

“Oh fuck…” Henry cursed; “From the way Chris fucked you i thought you’d be loose, but fucking hell you’re tight…”

You were panting with the overwhelming feeling of being stuffed full by Henry, your words punctuated by breaths;

“You’re… the… one… hung… like… a… fucking… horse… OH FUCKING HELL… SO GOOD”

Where Chris had length and an impressive curve, Henry had girth and a lot of it, the sucking sound of him plugging your pussy from behind filling the tent and audible over your yelps and moans. 

“Love it when a girl is loud” Henry grunted from behind you, his hips digging roughly into your his as he punctuated each smooth thrust with a hard and deep halt, before doing it again. In front of you Chris moved, swinging one leg over your shoulders until your face was inches from his crotch and you felt his knuckle underneath your chin;

“Open up Babe”

Looking up you took in the sight of Chris sitting in front of you, his chest patterned with tattoos and coarse hair, his stomach firm yet soft now he no longer had to push his body to the limits of dehydration for Marvel. His dick was hardening as he watched Henry defile your body, and as he cupped your chin he guided your mouth open, gasping as your tongue and lips sucked on the mushroom head. 

Just then Henry started to thrust in harder, his hips harsh as they snapped back and forth and you were reminded that even though he was 250lbs of solid muscle he had the grace of a ballet dancer with his agility. With each push it sent you forwards to take just a little more of Chris into your mouth, before both men were grunting as they spit roasted you like a spit roasted pig at a county fair.

Your senses were overwhelmed, from touch to taste to smell to sound, the atmosphere in the tent was overwhelming and your mind could barely process it through the pleasure that was coursing through your veins. Henry was pulling a fierce orgasm from you and fucking you straight through it, Chris getting close as he cupped his balls and with a groan unloaded thick streams of cum into your mouth. You swallowed what you could but there was so much some dripping down your chin with a steady trail of spit. 

As Chris slipped out of your mouth Henry also pulled out, his strong arms flipping you over until he was on top of you, his mouth catching your own for a fierce kiss, no doubt able to taste Chris on your tongue but he was unbothered by that as he speared your body again. He widened his stance, his legs wide on the mattress as he ground his length into you, and you were completely surrounded by him as his teeth found your neck and he found your pressure points;

“That’s is Darling, let me feel you fall apart for me… felt so good squeezing my cock just a few moments ago, you can do it again, you feel so good…” he praised you as his hips worked serpent like magic between your thighs, the slow grind and push of his pelvic bone against your clit making you roar as your orgasm coursed through your body. You were thankful that the peak of your orgasm had passed when Henry finally reached his peak as to watch the man come undone was a sight of beauty; head thrown back, his mouth open as he let out a groan-come-howl, and you felt the violent spurts of him filling your womb with his cum.

When he was finally spent he bent down and kissed you, tongues and teeth before with a groan he pulled out and rolled to your side;

“You were amazing Darling”

“She was… and is” Chris added as he rolled towards you a kissed you softly, his beard tickling your face and making you smile; “I don’t know about you guys but i’m fucking starving now”

-

Having claimed the flannel shirt you’d worn earlier, that was all you wore as you curled up in a camping chair as Chris lit a campfire and started to make breakfast. Henry approached holding a steaming mug of coffee for you which you eagerly took, your teeth chattering as you started to regret not putting more clothing on;

“Cold? Scoot up and sit on my lap, i’ll keep you warm”

Quickly standing you let Henry take a seat in the camping chair before you sat on his lap, his body like a furnace even though he was just in sweats and a t-shirt. Sitting sideways on him he had one strong arm around your back, the other casually resting on your bare thigh as your legs were swung over the other side of the chair. 

You sat and relished the warmth from his body, the three of you chatting about work when you felt Henry’s hand slide between your thighs. Glancing at his face his attention was trained on Chris, his poker face only cracking when you saw the corner of his mouth tug up in a tiny smirk, glancing at you as Chris turned away and cocking an eyebrow as his fingers found your slit. 

“Shh” he quietly whispered as he slid two fingers into your soaked channel as his thumb found your clit, before he nonchalantly returned to the conversation with Chris. Soon you were writhing on his lap and you could feel the insistent nudge of his cock hard against your ass, so when Chris disappeared to the truck to grab stuff from the chiller Henry grinned at you;

“I need to be inside you… quickly…”

You stood and he pulled his sweats down just enough so his angry red cock sprang free, pulling you to sit on his lap, your legs closed as you stood between his outstretched thighs, and you slid down onto him, spearing your narrow channel with his girth. Chris wandered back holding the supplies;

“Eggs? Breakfast sausage?”

You heard Henry snort back a peel of laughter, and Chris paused, frowning;

“What are you two up to?”

“Chris, she’s already getting her breakfast sausage…” Henry lifted the shirt you wore and you parted your thighs, showing Chris what he was missing. The unmistakable twitch inside Chris’s sweats told you he was growing hard, and as you started to bound on Henry’s lap Chris simply leant and sat on the edge of the small camping table, squeezing himself through the fabric as Henry thrust up into you.

You let your cries and gasps drift on the wind as Henry slid one hand down your front and rubbed firm circles on your clit, his other hand cupping your chin and turning your head so he could kiss you, his stubble brushing against your cheek. He started to grunt and you could feel your orgasm sparking like electricity coursing through your veins, you were now so cock hungry you were begging for him to fill you up with another load of his cum as your body milked him. 

With weary limbs you lay prone across Henry’s lap, a smile on your face as you glanced at Chris who’s eyes were dark with lust as his sweatpants were obscenely tented. Groaning as you pulled off of Henry, your legs wobbled as you closed the distance between you and Chris, kissing him fiercely as he held your body to his so you could feel his hardness pressing against your stomach;

“Betcha getting sore now…” he mused

“Kinda”

“Bend over the table, let me make you feel better…”

Stepping around the table you bent over it, pressing your chest to the smooth surface, grinning at Henry who was now sipping his coffee as he watched you and Chris with interest. 

You heard the click of a bottle lid just as Chris flipped the shirt you still wore up so your naked ass was exposed completely, the cool trickle of oil over your buttocks followed by his warm palms smoothing the cooking condiment into your skin like a goddess at a Greek temple. His thumbs ran over the swollen lips between your thighs and the deep timbre of his voice resonated through you;

“Look at that, so much cum dripping out of you, our little fuck slut”

He slid two fingers into your pussy, before pulling them out and tracing them over your asshole, the oil helping the way as he breached your body and you let out a groan as he slid in easily. Moving his hand he managed to get his other two fingers into your pussy, stuffing both your holes before he grabbed the oil with his other hand and poured more onto your asshole, lubricating you for the inevitable. 

You felt him pull his hand free and he quickly yanked his sweatpants down, the wide bulbous crown pressing against your oiled rose before with a grunt he pushed in and breached your body;

“So fucking good, gonna pump your ass full of cum then Henry can do the same… if he’s got another round in him” he shot a glance to Henry as did you, the Brit raising his coffee mug as he watched his friend plunder your asshole.

“Gonna finish my coffee, and if you’re not done by then Evans you’ll have missed your shot”

With the challenge set by Henry, Chris started to rail you hard, balls deep in your ass as the quiet sounds of nature seemed to come alive as it fed off the carnal energy in its presence, until finally with a scream you came, an intense anal orgasm making you squirt and cover Chris’s thighs, before with a guttural cry he pushed in balls deep and unloaded a thick stream of cum in your bowels. 

You lay prone on the table, your body seemingly on fire as your mind was high on serotonin, watching through heavy lidded eyes as Henry stood and came round to stand behind you beside Chris.

Sucking in a breath Chris carefully pulled out, and the two men watched as a thigh glob of cum slowly slid from your gaping hole. Henry rubbed his thumb over your stretched ring as he pulled his sweats down;

“Gonna enjoy this… don’t normally get to fuck a girls ass, but if she’s already lubed and cum soaked i can just about squeeze in”

The blunt tip of his dick breached your body, and even though Chris wasn’t small, your body had to stretch even more to allow Henry’s girth into your dark passageway;

“So good… doing so well Darling…” Henry muttered as he smoothed his hands over your cheeks; “Fuck this is tight… not gonna last long…”

His powerful hips started to thrust into you, the suction of your body pulling him back in as he railed your asshole with you bent over the small table. 

“C’mon Henry, fill that little slut up”

“Almost… fucking… there…” he replied through gritted teeth, before pushing forwards one last time, filling you with another load.

“Did you…”

“Nah, just getting to that…”

You were hanging on the precipice, your orgasm so close as Henry pulled out and flipped you over, getting to his knees as he buried his face in your pussy, sliding two fingers into each of your cum soaked holes as his wide tongue lapped at your clit and be brought you to one final mind blowing orgasm. 

With everyone completely fucked out and sated, Henry wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you off the table and settled you on his lap, your body and mind overloaded from being fucked so well for so long. You quietly snoozed on his chest as Chris served breakfast, both men eating quietly as you slumbered, before an hour later you finally roused enough with your rumbling stomach to eat some toast.

Finally as they were clearing up you stood and stretched your limbs, before you quietly shed the now rather soiled borrowed shirt, and as naked as the day you were born you slowly walked into the lake, the cool waters lapping at your skin, soothing your muscles and washing away the evidence of your sin filled morning. 

Floating and looking back at the two men as the finished up and started to undress, you smiled to yourself; for your first time camping it was certainly a trip to remember.

[ssadumba55]

Damsel In Distress (Velma Dinkley X Reader)

Request: how about something with Velma where the gang is investigating some odd happenings at an abandoned amusement park? everyone splits into pairs to explore and she and the reader are paired together, and they eventually end up with the culprit chasing them and reader gets really protective of her. the gang catches the guy but Velma asks why reader was being so defensive, and reader accidentally blurts out that they love her and don't know what they'd do if anything ever happened to her. thanks! :)

“Alright, everyone! Let’s split up and look for clues!”

There was a loud groan from Shaggy and Scooby as the blond male said his signature line. Most of the group didn’t mind being split up, but the two ‘fraidy cats almost always ended up with the monster chasing them. Splitting up was the worst part of investigating mysteries for them by far.

“Don’t worry guys, the sooner the monster chases you, the sooner we can get out of this creepy place,” you grinned, hands on your hips. There was nothing like a good mystery for you and ever since you’d run into the gang, they’d become more frequent. Something that Shaggy and Scooby also liked to complain about.

Shaggy crossed his arms over his chest in a show of annoyance, but didn’t say anything else as Fred began splitting the six of you into teams.

“I’ll go with Daphne to check out that creepy coaster Scooby thought he saw something earlier, Velma, (Y/n), why don’t you two head over there?” Fred jerked his thumb in the direction of the other side of the abandoned amusement park. There weren’t many structures still standing in that part of the park, but there was an antique carousel that had you intrigued.

There was something about carousels you loved, and even better, this was a mysterious carousel!

“Like perfect! Scoob and I will check out the abandoned restaurant!” Shaggy volunteered himself. If there was one thing that could get the two reluctant members moving, it was food. Even possibly stale food.

The group split up into the three teams, each wandering off in their own direction. Even though the lot of you knew this would only last for a short while, until Shaggy and Scooby were inevitably chased out of their food comas by some monster.

“You think those kids really saw a monster out here?” You asked Velma, climbing onto the abandoned carousel and moving through the horses with practiced ease. Something about the carousel made you nostalgic, even though you hadn’t really rode them much as a kid. Maybe it was the amusement park as a whole that was making you nostalgic.

You went to plenty of those as a kid.

Velma adjusted her glasses, looking up from her laptop screen with an indignant snort. “You and I both know that monsters don’t exist, (Y/n).”

You shrugged. She was right. In all the time you’d been mystery hunting together, not one had turned out to be a real monster. It was always just some weirdo in a costume. You supposed in a way that was a cruel irony, humans were after all the biggest monsters out there.

Velma went back to studying her laptop screen, she carried that thing everywhere. Even, apparently, abandoned amusement parks. You took the time while she was distracted to study her.

A lot of people would argue that she wasn’t really attractive, but you begged to differ. Sure, she didn’t dress up like Daphne or put on loads of makeup, but the brunette was charming in her own way. She was the smartest in the gang, even smarter than you. You had always loved the way her eyes lit up when she was onto something, how excited she got when she realized she’d solved the mystery.

She was usually the first one too, because she was so smart.

Yeah, okay. So maybe, just maybe you had a crush on Velma Dinkley, but what’s so bad about that? She’s attractive! Her hair is really nice and her eyes shine so bright behind those glasses and the freckles…

“(Y/n)? Are you listening to me?” Her voice shocked you back to reality. Oh god, had she been telling you important information pertaining to the case? And had you missed it because you were too busy thinking about her freckles?

You opened your mouth to respond, already trying to form an excuse for why you hadn’t been paying attention when a massive shadow formed behind Velma. It was huge, twice or maybe even three times the size of you both, with glowing red eyes and long snaking arms that were reaching….

Reaching for Velma!

There was no hesitation from you, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards you, just out of reach of the monster. The long limbs collided grasping onto nothing but thin air, as for Velma she was startled and dropped her laptop. She made a move to go back and grab it but you pulled on her hand, leading her away from the monster.

“No time! We can circle back and grab it later!” You called over your shoulder, eager to put distance between you and Velma and whatever that thing was. Admittedly, you felt foolish as you ran from the exact thing you’d all been searching for since you’d got here. You’d never taken yourself for a runner, which was a good thing because Shaggy and Scooby pretty much cornered the market for that in the small group dynamic you all shared.

Still, here you were running. It was so out of character you almost wanted to turn around and go back. But you needed to keep Velma safe, that was the top priority.

The yells and screams you and your friend were making as you ran must’ve alerted the rest of the group. Fred, Daphne, Shaggy and Scooby came running (of course, once they saw the monster, Shaggy and Scooby quickly joined you).

There was a lot of panicked screaming and yelling, at one point Velma and Shaggy ran smack into each other, causing her glasses to fall. She immediately went down for them, bringing you down with her because your hands were still intertwined. You grabbed her glasses and she gratefully put them back on, the two of you laying breathless on the ground as the sounds of Scooby, Shaggy, Daphne and Fred’s panicked voices filled the air around you.

It was unspoken that neither of you wanted to move. So you just waited until the yelling stopped, then the two of you climbed to your feet and walked over to where Fred had successfully managed to catch the monster.

“Like, what’s with the hands? You guys aren’t still scared of the monster are you? Fred’s got it all tied up!” Shaggy pointed to you and Velma’s joined fingers. Immediately, the two of you flushed and separated.

In order to distract the group from the awkwardness, Velma stepped forward and unmasked the culprit. Who turned out to be the two kids who had told you guys about the amusement park. They explained their plan to the group, but you were barely paying attention.

“We would’ve gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for your meddling!” The taller boy huffed after realizing they’d been caught and would be in a lot of trouble for this.

The gang made their way back to the Mystery Machine. Another successful mystery in the bag, Shaggy and Scooby are furthest ahead, ready to get back to their precious Scooby Snacks. Not far behind them, Daphne and Fred walk, laughing to each other about something you can’t hear.

You and Velma bring up the far rear, walking a ways behind everyone else.

“Were you doing that on purpose?” She asked as the two of you walked, finally breaking the slightly tense silence between the two of you. It had settled there after Shaggy had pointed out your hands and hadn’t left the entire time.

You were slightly confused about what she was talking about, then realized. “Oh! The hands- no. I’m sorry, I forgot we were-”

“Not that, (Y/n). You were purposely shielding me from the monster back there,” as the two of you walked by the carousel, she bent down to pick up and dust off her laptop that had been laying there forgotten the entire time, “I don’t know if you know this, but I’m not some damsel in distress. I can handle my own out here, I’ve been doing this a long time, you know.”

You were taken aback by her words. Of course you knew Velma could handle her own, that was one of the reasons you liked her so much. She was the smartest person in the room and she knew it, there was nothing that could get past her. She was also the toughest, not tough in the way Fred was but she was definitely her own kind of tough.

“I know that, I didn’t mean anything by it… I-”

“You don’t take me seriously.” She put the words in your mouth and you felt your face heat up, that was not what you had meant at all!

“Velma, no, I-”

“Then why don’t you do the same thing for Daphne. Or Fred. Or Shaggy.” She crossed her arms over her chest. She was sure she had you figured out, so sure she had gotten to the bottom of this mystery. You almost wanted to agree with her just so you could see that light shine in her eyes as she pulled you back to the van to tell everyone else. Then they’d all never let you live it down.

As you were thinking this through, she took it as an opportunity to keep on rambling. You were tired, it had been a long night. It’d surely be an even longer night, because you probably wouldn’t be stopping again any time soon and Shaggy and Scooby would be hyped up on Scooby Snacks-

“I LOVE YOU, VELMA DINKLEY!”

You cut her rambling off, the words echoing through the abandoned amusement park. Up ahead, Fred, Daphne, Shaggy and Scooby froze, turning back to look at the two of you.

For once, Velma was speechless, so you decided to continue.

“And I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I let something happen to you. I know we just met less than a year ago and I know that mystery hunting isn’t a very romantic setting, but despite that I fell in love with you. You’re right, it’s different when Shaggy is being chased by the monster, because I don’t love him. If something happened to you, my world would shatter, it would be MY fault. If something happens to Shaggy that’s just another day out mystery hunting.”

Tears were burning your eyes, threatening to fall. There she had made you say it. She had made you say it all.

You didn’t even realize your hands were balled into fists at your sides until something nudged one of them and you realized Scooby had made his way back to the two of you. He’d seen you distressed and was offering his comfort. You placed your hand on his head to let him know you were okay.

“I had no idea,” the girl dressed in orange said softly from across you.

The amusement park was dead silent. Not even the other members of the team dared to speak and risk another outburst.

After a few tense moments, where everything you’d said hung weightily in the silence, Velma reached out her hand and took the empty hand of yours that wasn’t occupied with petting Scooby. She smiled softly, squeezing it gently.

“I’m sorry you thought that I thought you were a damsel in distress,” you smiled awkwardly as the two of you walked to join the rest of the gang, Scooby at your side.

“I’m sorry I thought you thought I was a damsel in distress,” she smiled guiltily, “I should’ve had more faith in you.”

As the two of you approached the other three, Daphne rolled her eyes.

“Will you two just kiss and make up already, we need to get back on the road or we’re going to miss that show Fred got us tickets to!”

“We can’t miss that! Like, I hear the food there is out of this world!”

“Reah, rout rof rhis rorld!”

You felt your face heat up, looking over at Velma. She shrugged and leaned over. Inches from your face, she stopped leaning forward quickly and pecking your cheek before bolting the rest of the distance to the Mystery Machine. Fred and Daphne climbed in the front as you pushed Shaggy out of the way to follow Velma in.

“Hey! That wasn’t a real kiss! You owe me another one!”

“(Y/n), we’re dating you can have as many as you want.”

[high-supernatural]

The Beach

Kai Parker x Female Reader

Request: Sex on a beach, kind of rough yet soft.

Word Count: 2496

Warnings: Smuuuuut, lots of smut, dom!kai, mild hands tied

The MF friend group invited Kai and his best friend to stay at one of their family’s beach houses for the weekend as what they called a peace offering. They weren’t very friendly or welcoming of Kai from the moment they all met him, no matter how hard he tried to make things right with them. Kai’s best friend guilted them into feeling bad about rejecting him as he was trying to improve himself, so they decided to invite them both to their beach weekend to test how true it was and make peace from it.

All of the MF friends had their rooms picked out since they were kids. Kai, his best girl friend, and the Salvatore brothers were the only new ones without signature rooms to sleep in, so they all bunked in the old kids’ room that still had two sets of bunk beds.

“Great, agree to a beach weekend, get to bunk with a sociopath and his sidekick, and sleep in beds made for 12-year old’s… ‘oh sure, Damon, come to the beach it’ll be fuuuun,’ can’t see how this could go terribly wrong,” Damon ranted on about how unhappy he was with the arrangements.

Kai announced that he’d be taking the top bunk above his best friend, but that didn’t really matter because they both knew they’d end up in the same bed anyways. They did everything together, and that included both sleeping and causing immense sexual tension they were both too nervous to address with each other.

She tried to sleep in the bottom bunk alone but couldn’t fall asleep. Kai peaked his head from above to see if she was awake and found her with her eyes closed, so he poked her until she opened them.

“What,” she asked with scrunched brows.

“Come sleep with me,” he whined and dangled his hand over the railing with a strand of her hair attached.

She didn’t have to be begged, she immediately got out of her bed and climbed onto his, laying her head on his chest and played with his rings until they both fell asleep.

They both woke the next morning to a loud, dramatic exclamation of “oh, gross” coming from Damon seeing them together.

She rolled onto her back and rubbed her eyes with one hand, “oh don’t be jealous just because you can’t get any, Damon,” she teased resulting in a fake gag in response.

Everyone got ready for the beach before breakfast.

She stood in a large two-sink bathroom after putting on a red bikini top and black shorts and started brushing her hair.

Kai walked in wearing shorts and a t-shirt, “that’s what you’re wearing to the beach?” she asked.

“Have you seen any ocean documentary on National Geographic? I’m not going in that water,” Kai joked and stood behind her, grabbing the brush from her hand to brush her hair for her.

When he was done, he placed the brush on the counter and went to attempt a ponytail again even though he has never succeeded at making a good one.

“You’d be better off putting sunscreen on me than trying to do my hair again,” she said as a joke even though she was serious.

Kai rolled his eyes, but he knew he couldn’t do hair anyways, so he reached onto the counter for the sunscreen and put some in his hands to rub on her back and arms as they fought with each other while she simultaneously tried to put her hair up.

Kai closed the sunscreen bottle, forgetting about her front side and her legs and started to walk out, “you missed a spot,” she spoke before he could turn around.

“You can get the rest, can’t you? You’re capable.”

She rolled her eyes and handed him the sunscreen bottle again. He started rubbing lotion on her stomach from behind, looking at her in the mirror until his movements got slower and he seemed lost in thought.

“What’r you thinking about?” she asked.

“Oh, you know…” the attention came back to Kai’s eyes as he looked up to meet her gaze in the mirror, “just about all the mixed signals you give me,” he trailed one of his hands up her torso to her neck and wrapped his hand around it, leaning in to whisper in her ear while not taking his eyes off hers.

“About how one day we’re besties and the next you want my hands all over you…”

She didn’t pull away. They both knew they wanted this, but neither of them would say anything until now.

Kai moved his other hand to the waist of her shorts as he did a once over with his eyes at her in the mirror before returning his gaze back to hers, “so which one is it today,” he asked in a dark tone.

She was at a loss for words. They’ve been intimate together in ways such as seeing each other naked after one got out of the shower or making out because they were bored, but they’ve never been this straightforwardly intimate.

After her silence, Kai trailed the hand he placed on her waistband to cup one of her breasts and tightened the grip around her throat, “is this what you want?” he asked harshly, “you want my hands all over you?”

Her breath hitched as she tried to breath to say something. Kai moved his hand from her breast and slipped it under her shorts, removing the hand around her throat to replace the one that left her chest.

He massaged her breasts roughly, nibbling on her neck as he rubbed soft circles over her clothed core, resulting in soft moans disguised as breaths.

“Just say the words,” Kai said before he shifted his attention to the other side of her neck, “do you like my hands all over you?”

“Yes,” she whispered softly before Kai removed himself from touching her, “that’s too bad,” he whispered and kissed her on the cheek before leaving and announcing from the other room, “we’re heading down in 10, hurry and get ready.”

She stood dumbfounded and clumsily finished getting ready.

When they got to the beach, they all set up their own tents to lay in. Her and Kai were the only ones not wanting to get in the water, so they laid in the sand while the others walked around elsewhere.

She fell asleep laying on her towel in the sand with her shorts unbuttoned and sunhat over her face. Kai couldn’t help but stare at her almost the whole time thinking about how it felt to touch her that morning.

When he couldn’t refrain from it anymore, he took the hat from off her face and woke her up.

“You forgot to put sunscreen on your legs,” he excused.

“Ok, so?” she barked.

He toyed with the string on the front of her bikini top that was keeping it from falling off, “so… you should get in the tent and let me put sunscreen on your legs…” he said nervously.

“Oh, ‘put sunscreen on me’, huh?” she air quoted him and pretended to be annoyed before crawling into the tent anyways.

Kai got in behind her and zipped it up behind him.

She sat with her legs crisscrossed and opened a bag of candy while she looked at her phone. The only thing he could think about was untying the top that was barely hiding anything and how gorgeous her hair looked in her messy ponytail, he always loved her hair.

He sat on his knees in front of her and rubbed both his hands up either side of the inner parts of her thighs.

She looked up from her phone and put a piece of candy in her mouth, “I didn’t hear you get any sunscreen, kid,” she teased.

Kai moved her phone and the bag behind him and brought his face close to hers, moving his hands farther up her thighs, “we both know I didn’t wake you up because of sunscreen.”

He closed the gap between their lips and pulled the string that held her bikini together in the front, exposing her breasts before he pulled away from her face to watch himself toy with one of her nipples.

“Who wants their hands all over who now, huh?” she teased again.

Kai grabbed her bikini top and both of her wrists and began to tie them together, “not me,” he smirked.

He moved his hand under her knee to uncross her legs so he could sit between them as he laid her down and she reached to place her tied up hands on his waistband, “too bad I can still touch you then,” she continued to tease.

He put one hand back to her throat as the other met underneath her shorts again, “I can make that change,” he spoke harsh again.

“Yeah, how you gonna do that?” she breathed out.

He snuck two fingers underneath the fabric she was wearing to feel her bare core, “by making you feel so many things you forget you even have hands,” he responded ominously before removing his hands to pull all the fabric she was wearing off of her legs and pushed them open.

He held one of her knees firmly to his side so she was fully open to him and began to tease her by rubbing her core so soft that she could barely notice, but she felt every graze.

He inserted two fingers into her and wasted no time curling and pumping them in and out, “I’ve always wondered how good you taste,” he bit at her thigh and started pumping at an incomprehensible speed.

She choked on her own moans because of how sudden the pace was and tried to stifle them by covering her mouth with her hands to which she was met with Kai pulling her arms back down to lay in front of her torso, “I want to see your face dying with discomfort because you know you can’t make a sound…” he watched her face scrunch as she stifled her moans, “I want to watch your chest bounce while your arms push them together…”

He continued pumping at this speed as he leaned to bite at her neck, “but don’t worry, if you can’t be quiet, I’ll just put something in your mouth to make you quiet,” he whispered.

He trailed his mouth down to her core, leaving bites and hickeys on the way before roughly sucking and flicking her soft spot with his tongue. He noticed when she tried to cover her mouth again and quickly grabbed her ties to hold her arms in place.

She pulled at his hair and moved her hips around in attempt to be quiet. He noticed when she was getting close and made sure to hold her wrists tighter as she threw her head back and was barely able to quiet her orgasm.

Kai kept sucking, causing her to close her thighs around him as he kept pushing and holding them back open until she was about to reach her second orgasm. Right before she was on the edge, he pulled away and replaced his mouth with his thumb to watch her face as he wrapped his hand around her throat again.

“I want to watch your face struggle to breath and quiet yourself at the same time,” he teased and watched intently as her face turned red from the lack of circulation. Before she almost passed out, she reached the edge and Kai removed his hand from her throat at the exact moment, causing her to moan loudly as she felt an intense sudden release all over her body and gasped for air.

She didn’t care this time, she needed to let it out.

Kai grabbed a bunch of her hair and pulled her to sit on her knees by it, “you better hope nobody heard that,” he unbuttoned his shorts, “you’ll never hear the end of what a sleaze you are,” he whispered and sat on his knees to kiss her by pulling her face up by her hair and grabbed her hands to touch his stomach.

She trailed her hands down his stomach until they almost reached his member before he forcefully pulled her face from his and pushed her mouth down to put her lips around it.

He sat back on his knees with one arm propping him up and ordered for her to put her ass in the air while she sucked.

Kai didn’t care if anyone heard him, he moaned like they were the only ones on the beach and grabbed a fistful of her hair again to move her head at a speed he liked.

“Oh my god--- how do you feel so good,” he groaned and twitched, “I bet your pussy feels a whole lot better,” he whispered and continued to fuck her face.

He started to twitch more, and his movements got more shaky, “I want to fill you up from both ends like the slut you are,” he spoke roughly before finishing in her mouth and pulling her head up to look at her sweaty, teary face.

He pulled himself up to move behind her where she had her ass up like he told her to do and spread her legs farther apart, pushing her back down to arch it before inserting himself into her.

He pulled her up by the back of her arms so his chest was against her back and snaked a hand around to her throat, using the other to pull her hair back onto his shoulder as he made slow but deep thrusts, hitting her spot each time as she struggled to breath.

“If I would have known you’d feel this good I would have taken advantage of this a long time ago,” he whispered in her ear, “I don’t know how you’re so perfect in every way… your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever felt…”

He moved his hand from her throat to rub circles around her clit as he thrusted faster.

She couldn’t contain her moans, so he shoved the bottoms of her bikini into her mouth and moved her face to lay at the bottom of the tent with her ass up as she unsuccessfully stifled moans of both pain and pleasure until they both finished again.

He finished with deep thrusts until they both collapsed and laid next to each other trying to catch their breath as she set herself free.

Kai sat up just enough to turn her face to his, “I don’t want anyone else to be able to have that except me,” he spoke.

“Well, you’re just full of wants today, aren’t you?” she breathed.

“Promise me,” he whined.

“What am I, your girlfriend or something?”

“Please,” he teased.

She rolled her eyes, “I promise.”

[thevoidfishsminstrel]

Lena let out an undignified squeak as she grabbed hold of the bookshelf beside her in an effort to not land on her face.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

Lena turned, wiggling her foot back into her heels properly, before freezing, eyes widening at the caped figure now scrambling to her feet.

An array of books and magazines were spread out on the floor, presumably the culprit of her latest near death experience. It was as though National City’s newly revealed superhero had been sitting in between the bookshelves on the library floor… studying?

Lena clutched the cheesy romance novel she had been too busy reading to her chest as Supergirl looked at her in concern.

“Miss?”

Lena’s brain finally restarted and she cleared her throat, straightening her blazer. “Yes. I’m fine. Thank you.”

“You’re sure you’re not hurt?” Supergirl was wringing the edge of her cape in her fingers, looking far too nervous for someone who was suspected to be the strongest being on Earth by several sapphic blogs that Lena most definitely did not read.

“I’m fine.” She reached out to put a hand on Supergirl’s forearm in an impulse comfort gesture. “I promise.”

Supergirl seemed to relax slightly, some of the tension seeping from her shoulders. She held out a hand. “I’m Kara.”

Any tension that had left her immediately returned tenfold, eyes widening in panic as she froze.

Lena bit back a smile and took Kara’s hand, shaking it despite Kara’s lack of movement. “Lena. And don’t worry - your secret’s safe with me.”

Kara deflated, running a hand through her hair. “Alex is going to kill me.”

Lena laughed and patted Kara’s bicep (definitely the strongest being on Earth). “Maybe you should stop saying names now.”

Kara grimaced. “Oops.” She looked like she was about to say something else but stopped and looked at Lena again. “Wait… are you Lena Luthor?”

Lena straightened up, careful mask falling into place to try to hide the way her heart sped up and her throat constricted. “Yes.”

But before she could launch into her speech about how she was different from the rest of her family and only wanted to help, Kara lit up, crouching down to shuffle through her piles of literature until she came up with an issue of a science magazine from a few years ago.

“I just read your article about sustainable building and how we can introduce cost-effective eco-friendly measures to construction to reduce the damage done to the environment and promote a symbiotic relationship with nature.”

Lena blinked.

Kara almost poked herself in the eye before redirecting the movement to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “Sorry, I just thought it was really interesting. You’re probably tired of people asking you about your work.”

Lena’s eyebrows rose. “No I… I don’t mind.”

Kara smiled and Lena found her heart racing for an entirely different reason. She redirected her attention to the books scattered on the floor.

“So what’s National City’s resident superhero doing studying civil engineering, first aid and… veterinary science on the floor of the library?”

Kara blushed and knelt down to start scooping up all her things. “Sorry - I know I should have been at a desk I just got carried away.”

The pile of books was up to Kara’s eyebrows when she stood up and Lena laughed, taking the top third of them from her. “And I shouldn’t have been reading and walking. But that doesn’t answer my question.”

Supergirl shrugged, toeing at the worn carpet with her red boots. “I’m new at the whole superhero thing. I don’t know where to freeze breath a building to hold it up or how to save someone who’s got water in their lungs from almost drowning. The other day I rescued a snake from a tree and tried to wrap it up in my cape to keep it warm and the owner told me ‘thanks, but reptiles are cold-blooded so they don’t warm up like that.’” She pouted at Lena. “The owner was a ten year old.”

Lena bit back a smile. “So you’re trying to learn how to be a better superhero?”

She shrugged and bit her lip. “I just don’t want to mess up.”

Lena considered her for a moment. “You know, I happen to have degrees in a few different kinds of engineering. And I made everyone at L-corp, including myself, take a first aid course when I took over.”

Kara looked as though she was trying to contain her hopeful expression. It wasn’t working very well, although that probably wasn’t surprising since her motto was ‘hope, help, and compassion for all.’

Kara bounced on her toes excitedly. “Would you help?”

Lena grinned and gestured to the left with her head. “Come on, I know which desk is the best in the library.”

———

It became somewhat of a routine after that. Every Saturday, Lena would go to the library as normal, pick out a new cheesy romance novel for the week and some kind of thick science book to hide it underneath, and then meet Supergirl in the back corner of the library, at the desk hidden behind the spare computers from the 90s where no one would find them.

Kara would normally already be there, pouring over texts and making notes in coloured pens and highlighters. Lena had bought her a rainbow of folders and dividers for each of the aspects of superheroing she was trying to improve in, and they had spent one very unproductive but fun day labelling and decorating them. They were now covered in random doodles, squiggly multicoloured patterns, and stickers that Kara had found in a rotating rack by the front desk, immediately claiming were essential for her learning.

During the week, Lena would keep an eye on any news of Supergirl, getting some strange looks from Jess when she walked into her office to see Lena cheering as Kara did something they’d worked on together. At the weekend she would listen to Kara excitedly retell those same events until the librarian came over to shush them. She seemed to be the only person in National city that wasn’t completely charmed by Supergirl, and it always led to half an hour of Kara pouting and asking Lena why the librarian didn’t like her.

It was a few weeks before Lena got there first. She frowned, checking the surrounding isles of books for any caped figures but they were all empty as usual.

She sat at their desk and opened up the book she had randomly grabbed off a shelf, putting her latest romance novel inside it to covertly read. It was called ‘Lost and Found: A Love Story’, the back of it claiming it was about a woman who ‘drops her scarf at a train station but ends up finding something much more meaningful in the woman she bumps into at the lost and found.’ It was exactly as awful as it sounded.

Kara bounded up to the table about 20 minutes later, a coffee cup in each hand and a satchel slung over her shoulder that made her cape bunch up awkwardly. She beamed at Lena and set a coffee down in front of her.

“Guess what I just did.”

Lena slammed the books shut inside each other, scrambling to put her arms over them and rest her chin in her hand casually. “What?”

Kara either didn’t notice or didn’t care, rounding the desk and putting her bag down on it with a grin. “I laservisioned the supports of a broken crane back together using some metal from a billboard and now it’s totally fine for use again.”

Lena’s eyebrows rose. “What happened to the crane in the first place?”

Kara’s cheeks heated and she looked away, rubbing the back of her neck as she mumbled, “I may have flown into it a little bit.”

She scowled at Lena as Lena started laughing but it was undermined by the way her lips tugged up.

“Oh!” Kara lit up and started rifling through her bag. “I brought you this.”

She held out a book with a bright smile. Lena’s eyes widened as she looked down at the cover of what was very clearly another cheesy romance.

“It’s my favourite love story. It’s a bit like the one you’re reading at the moment but better, in my opinion. I thought you might like it.”

“What?” Lena scoffed. “I wasn’t reading a romance. I was reading…” she glanced over to check what book she had picked up, internally filling with regret as she read the title, but she had already committed to the facade. “The rhyming dictionary.”

Kara was very clearly trying not to laugh. “Ok. Well I’ll just leave this one here. And in case you didn’t know,” she leaned closer to Lena’s ear as she climbed into her seat, and whispered, “I have x-ray vision.”

Lena blushed, refusing to look at Kara’s smug grin. She cleared her throat and moved her books off to the side, along with the one Kara had put down, as casually as possible, and attempted to change the subject.

“So you remembered about weight distribution in support structures?”

Kara paused in taking folders and notes out her bag to turn to Lena excitedly, rambling on about her save, gesturing wildly with her hands.

Lena picked up her coffee as she listened with a soft smile, absentmindedly taking a sip.

She frowned down at the cup. “Is this my usual?”

Kara paused in her rambling. “Yeah. Does it not taste right?”

Lena shook her head, staring back down at her perfect coffee, cheeks heating at the heart drawn in latte art that Kara probably didn’t even have anything to do with. “No I just… I didn’t know you knew my order.”

Kara grinned, raising an eyebrow (Lena should never have taught her how to do that). “Perhaps you’re not as elusive as you think, Lena Luthor.”

———

Lena arrived at the library one Saturday to find Supergirl staring at the front doors like she might set light to them any moment.

“What’s wrong Supergirl? Lose a fight with a door handle?”

Kara turned to her with a pout, pointing at a sign hanging on the other side of the glass. It read ‘Library closed until 23rd due to water damage. Apologies for the inconvenience.’

Lena sighed.

“Where am I going to get my books for this week, Lena? I’m never going to understand civil engineering without them.”

Lena bit the inside of her cheek, the rational part of her brain at war with the part that was helpless to the superhero’s pout. It had to be one of her superpowers because Lena would never admit she was actually soft.

She tore her gaze away, trying to seem casual. “I actually have some engineering textbooks at my apartment. I guess you could borrow them if you wanted.”

Lena squeaked as Supergirl crushed her in a bear hug, lifting her a few inches off the ground. “Thank you thank you thank you!”

Lena laughed, trying to turn it inconspicuously into a cough when a passerby gave a slightly shocked and confused look at the sight of a Luthor and a Super laughing on the library steps. Kara dropped her back to her feet, stepping back with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, I got excited.”

Lena shook her head with a smile. She turned to go but as she went to gesture for Kara to follow, her hand caught against Kara’s. Her brain misfired and decided in the split second where her index finger hooked onto Kara’s pinkie that the best course of action was to commit to it and simply hold hands. In an attempt to make it seem less affectionate and more practical, she walked off quickly, dragging Kara along in the direction of her apartment.

She could feel Kara’s smile like rays of sun behind her. At least her hair was down to cover up the heat that was creeping up the back of her neck.

Her apartment was only a few minutes from the library. She had to slap Kara’s hand away from the elevator buttons before she pressed them all, marveling at how many floors there were.

“So this is where you live?” Kara looked around the hallway, panicking when she snapped a leaf off of a decorative plant, while Lena unlocked the penthouse door.

Lena pretended not to see her discreetly dropping the leaf into the plant pot but raised an eyebrow at her. “No, Supergirl. I just decided we should come and stare at this random person’s door.”

Kara ignored her, walking past into her apartment and looking down at the city below through the large floor to ceiling windows. “Nice view. I should take you flying sometime - it’s even better from up in the clouds, especially at night.”

Lena closed the front door, trying not to think about romantic flights and being cradled in strong arms. “I’ll go get the textbooks.”

She moved towards her home office, Kara trailing behind in interest. The engineering textbooks were over in the left corner and she scanned the alphabetised section for the ones she wanted.

Kara ran her fingers over the spines of books until Lena was done. She smirked at Lena, letting her hand trail teasingly down the bookshelf before she left. Lena blushed as she realised why. Kara had found her fiction section, over half the books in which were very clearly a certain genre.

Lena groaned and followed her out.

They spent the entire afternoon on the floor around Lena’s coffee table, going through the textbooks, laughing over Kara’s constant puns, and eating the seemingly endless supply of snacks Kara produced from her bag. It wasn’t until the sun had started to set that Lena realised how long they’d spent simply telling jokes and stories.

It was alarmingly easy to just be around Kara. Strangely, Lena didn’t think she minded.

———

Lena frowned as someone knocked on her door. It was a Saturday morning and she was just about to leave to meet Supergirl at the library.

She only grew more confused as she opened the door to see a fluffy white cloud panting happily at her and squirming in her direction. A head poked out from behind it, looking just as happy.

“Lena, hi! Sorry to just turn up but the mean librarian lady threw me out because apparently you aren’t allowed to play fetch in the library.”

Lena stared at the woman currently holding a large puppy in front of her, familiar blonde curls pinned back and glasses slipping down her nose. “…Kara?”

Kara blinked at her for a moment before she seemed to realise. “Oh! Right. Sorry - this is what I look like normally. When I’m not being Supergirl I mean. Alex said I wasn’t allowed to wear the suit all the time because it had to be washed.”

Lena nodded slowly, trying to reconcile the image of this Kara with Supergirl and to not think too hard about the implications of Kara being comfortable enough around her to show her her civilian identity. “Right. Why do you have a dog?”

Kara lit up. “I saved an animal shelter from a fire and they let me adopt this guy. Isn’t he adorable?”

Lena looked at the matching faces of excitement. “Very cute. But why is he here?”

Kara shrugged. “Well I couldn’t leave him after I’d just adopted him so I thought he could join us for our study session?”

Lena crossed her arms and Kara pouted. It was somewhat undermined by the puppy licking her face and making her giggle but Lena was still helpless to resist.

“Ok but he better not mess up any of my stuff.”

“Yes!” Kara grinned, wiggling the puppy excitedly, his ears flopping about.

Kara kissed her cheek on her way into the apartment and Lena’s heart skipped a beat. The puppy licked her in an attempt to join in but even that didn’t stop the way her heart raced.

They settled on the couch, facing each other as Lena quizzed Kara with flashcards. The puppy alternated between curling up in Kara’s lap and zooming around Lena’s living room, falling over his own paws.

“Ok, last one. How do you treat a sprain?”

“Ice it with my freezebreath, wrap it so it’s compressed but not cutting off circulation, keep it elevated.”

Lena grinned proudly. “That’s it! Done.”

Kara threw her hands in the air in delight, squealing as she propelled herself forwards to tackle Lena to the couch. She pulled back just as quickly, pushing up to brace herself over Lena.

“Sorry. I got excited.”

All the breath had deserted Lena’s lungs and she stared up at Kara. A light flush rose on Kara’s cheeks, pale pink against the deep blue of her eyes, bringing out the freckles that dusted her skin.

The flashcards slipped from Lena’s grasp as she surged up to meet Kara’s lips. Kara’s arms almost buckled but she caught herself. And then she was kissing back.

Lena’s hands slid up Kara’s back, practically pulling Kara down on top of her.

They were both breathing hard when they pulled apart, eyes closed and foreheads rested together.

Kara was smiling softly down at her when she finally opened her eyes. She had shifted to hold herself up on one hand and one elbow, her free hand gently stroking back Lena’s hair.

She looked like she was about to say something when she did a double take over the armrest of the couch behind Lena and her soft look turned into a wince. “What was it you said about the puppy not messing up any of your stuff?”