#I’ve learned to get names quickly before they have anything to hide from me

[overheardschoolbus]

Me: Morning, [name] and [name]!

Kid: Actually it’s Roberto and… uh, Hoberto :)

[jasonswhitetuftofhair]

“Come at me, Baby”

Characters/Pairings : Jason Todd (Red Hood) x female!reader.

Synopsis : Jason and Reader spar and after training things get steamy filthy.

Content Warnings : SMUT. Slow burn. Poor writing. Lots of plot. Training/Sparring (reader learns combat). Curse words. Pet names. Overstimulation. Multiple orgasms. Protected sex. Size kink (barely noticeable). Oral (fem rec.). Fingering. Dry humping. Use of object as toy (Jason uses a muscle massage gun on you). Vaginal intercourse. Light bondage (Jason ties your hands w/ resistance bands). Reader insert (sorry). Aftercare.

Fandom : DC, Batman.

Word Count : 5202

Author’s Notes : First fic I’ve written. Like ever. Also, this is a repost; I originally posted this for the first time in October 23’ but I deleted it in December 23’ due to insecurity.

This week had been tiring. Multiple meetings, a lab breakout scare, a few late night patrols all on top of studying the material you’d been given had started to add up. All you wanted was to retire for the night, go to your room and take a nice, relaxing, long, hot bath. Gorge yourself with junk food and put your show on, and then sleep like the dead. But no, tonight called for an evening training session with your training instructor.

Jason. Jason Todd. Before you had entered the gym, you weren't sure if you would be up to train tonight. But watching him enter the double doors with his hot-as-hell all black tactical pants, skin tight athletic t-shirt and combat boot ensemble quickly made you reconsider. As if it was hard.

Ever since Bruce had finally gotten Jason to accept his proposal of conducting training sessions with everybody, you’ve been feeling like a sitting duck. You had been trying to hide your feelings from the older vigilante for a while now. A while as in since you first arrived at the manor. Nearly eight months had you been stumbling around whenever he was near, barely making eye contact and feeling like an idiot because of him. And you had been succeeding, too! Barely, but still. He didn't know anything and now with your new arrangement, how could he not pick up on the vibes you were sending out? It was only a matter of time before your feelings were compromised and you were left heartbroken and feeling like a fool, your friendship with him long gone.

It wasn't so bad, though. You had always been good at adapting and Jason wasn't necessarily bad on the eyes. It was kind of fun, too. His little dry humored remarks, shared inside jokes and just…him, made him good company. After all, he was your friend. You haven't known him long, but it still felt like you’ve known him forever. But that was the problem. Your friendship with him was too much of a treasure to have it be risked just because of a little crush. You’d rather be plagued by the overwhelming melancholy of your predicament than not have him at all. If the only way you could allow yourself to indulge in the feel of his hands on your body was when he was training you in combat, then that was something you were okay with settling for.

“Earth to Y/N. Um hellooooo, you there?” Jason’s equally teasing and concerned words pulled you from your trance you hadn't even realized you’d fallen into.

Your embarrassment quickly appeared on your face and didn't go unnoticed by him. “Yes! Sorry, I’m here.” Having been snapped out of your thoughts, you noticed that Jason had you held against him mid-air. You threw a punch at him, but he of course dodged it so you did what you first thought next. You tried to kick him in his side but he quickly grabbed your ankle and gently but strongly twisted it so that your body changed direction. Before you could lose balance and fall he grabbed your other thigh and caught your body against his, holding you to him. You didn't react at all, though, and his initial thought was that he crossed a line he didn't know of and did something to upset you. He called your name and you didn't answer the first time so he paused the lesson and brought you back to him.

He was a little worried, honestly. He knew you to be like this, often catching you staring off into space and likely daydreaming or stuck in deep thought. It was your expression, though. The mild sorrow, a little bit of adoration shining in those pretty eyes he loved so much, too.

“You sure? We can take a break if you need it,” he offers, gently smiling at you, “is everything okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?” he asks worriedly. Gazing into his eyes, your heart almost swells up. He looks so genuine, like it would hurt him if he hurt you and you let yourself pretend it's for other reasons. “Yes, I’m fine, promise. Just have a headache s’all.” It's enough to relax him just the slightest but he doesn't believe you. Your body language is just not convincing enough. He finally puts you down and lets his eyes skim all over you. He tells himself it's to check for signs of discontent or injury, but he knows he can't lie to himself. Youre just too fucking beautiful. He shakes himself out of it before the blood rushes south and gets back to the lesson.

“So. You really need to get out of the habit of kicking. It can't be your first instinct, sweetheart. You're exposing an entire limb to the enemy and you're not skilled enough yet to counter whatever it is they plan on doing. I know it's hard, but you need to really start implementing your upper body strength,” he explains to you, occasionally letting his fingers linger on your skin when showing you what the enemy could potentially do to you. You truly appreciate how gentle and accommodating he is when it comes to teaching you. You’ve seen him train with the others and sometimes his harsh tone is enough to make you jump even when his words are directed to someone else. He’s been so patient with you and the thought of him going out of his way to train your aversion-to-fighting self makes your heart flutter. You nod along with him, letting him know you haven't gone off to La La Land again.

“Alright. Come at me, honey,” he orders while positioning himself in the default defense stance. Legs strong, but ready to move. Arms by his side ready to catch and balance. Core strong and taut, chest puffed. Eyes on you, just as he likes it. He finds it adorable how clueless your little expression is. Eyes wandering all over the place, arms trying to find a good way to support yourself and legs waddling to their correct position. Like a baby deer learning how to walk. He hears your little words of encouragement to yourself and watches your eyes, watching the gears turn in your brain. While his focus is stuck on your pretty face, he doesn't notice your left hand curling behind you while you spin yourself around, pressing your back to his front. He grunts and catches your right hand before it can land around his bicep. You quickly move your feet backward and jump behind him, putting all your strength into kicking his back hamstring, but he’s already several steps ahead of you. He turns around before your foot can land and grabs your ankle, destabilizing your legs and grabbing your wrists, holding them tight in his right hand.

This of course leads his mind to other things, things that would involve this very position. You curl your leg around his stretched leg and twist your body around, landing you on top of him. Your legs straddling his abdomen and palms resting on his waist. He doesn't mind at all, though and senses a pause in your movement. He notices your tired expression, your flushed face and neck, the sweat on your hairline, neck and brow. You jump, as if just now realizing the position you had him in. You move to sit next to him and he moves into a sitting position, no longer back to floor. You flash him a cheeky grin, happy with yourself for winning this time.

“Did I do good?” you ask him excitedly and he chuckles, your pretty little smile having caused his heart to skip a beat. ‘Did I do good?’. That phrase would be on repeat in his brain for a little while, he could tell. The way you seeked his approval caused his groin to stir and he stood up, quick to distract himself.

“You did. I’m proud, that was much better. We’re gonna focus on your upper torso, now, okay?” He guides you to stand and places his hands on either sides of your shoulders, guiding you to stand in front of him. “I'm gonna throw at you, and you're going to block them.” He playfully wiggles his fist in front of you and you grab onto it giggling. Oh how he adores that sound. He sneakily aims and his fist appears next to your collarbone, you move your body out of the way. He does it again, this time it comes next to your left shoulder. You grab his wrist with both hands and block it. He doesn't miss the way you needed both hands to wrap around his wrist. He moves again, fist to the right of your face. Your eyes widen and he shushes you and you relax. You both know he wouldn't make a move to successfully cause you harm.

This goes on and on for what seems like forever. Your stamina has dwindled down a while ago and he can tell how tired you are. He thinks about cutting training early, but for his own selfish reasons he decides against it. He doesn't want your time together to end. Still, you're barely putting in any effort and you're certainly not trying to hide it from your instructor. His eyes haven't left you since the session began and he was very pleased with all the intel he’s received. Your short, panted breaths. The way your cheeks and neck flushed with that pretty shade of pink that suited you so well. Your wide eyes, how they seemed to sparkle under the annoyingly bright lights of the gym. How they seemed to water whenever he stared into them for too long. Your wobbling lip whenever you got a little too into it. How you went out of your way to put both of your hands on him, regardless of if it was beneficial or not. The way you didn't even move out of the way of his punches anymore. You just watched the muscles of his arms flex and wished they were around you instead.

“You gotta put in some more effort for me, princess. I know you can do it,” he tells you, cooing at the way you whine at him, silently wishing he would end training early. He chuckles. “C’mon, block em’, sweetheart.” You roll your eyes and try to muster up whatever strength left in your exhausted body. Your hands meet his and successfully block a hit. He doesn't forget how you rolled your eyes, though. What he wouldn't do to have you bent over his lap for that. He finishes with the punches and leads you to the equipment.

He stands you in front of the power rack looking thing, gripping your waist and holding you up, waiting for you to grab onto the handles on top. “Chin-ups. Fifteen of em’,” he tells you and you groan. He knows you hate chin ups. “Tsk, tsk. C’mon, princess. Don't make it twenty. These help with your shoulder and bicep strength. Use an underhand grip, palms facing you.” You sigh and get into position, starting what he told you to do. You made sure to be as dramatic as possible, though; you were too tired to keep the brat in you at bay. Jason, on the other hand, doesnt try to hide the way he is blatantly staring at your ass, thighs and waist. He burns the image in his mind and moves closer to you, holding onto your waist to make you feel secure.

You huff and sigh out, hoping he’ll give into you. Throughout the entirety of the session, his hands have been on you. His breath has been on your neck. The feel of his body on yours. Him in your proximity. It was frustrating. Having him so close, but far away. Little did you know he felt the same. His hands move to rub encouraging circles into your hips and you whimper out loud, to your embarrassment. He doesn't even try to hide his smirk, though. Once the exercises are done, he holds onto you, purposefully moving his big hands to rest on your ass, bringing you down. You’re done with his teasing and turn around, pressing your palms flat to his chest and keeping him at bay. You signal with your eyes that you’re not in the mood for the teasing and he coos, holding your face between his two hands. “Is there something you want, baby?” you whine and cry out for him trying to hide your face into his chest but he only lifts your chin back up so he can see you. “Come on, sweetheart, if you want something you have to ask for it.” “hmph! I want you to stop teasing me, Jason!” He smiles wickedly and lets you go. “Training is over,” he states simply and you sigh contentedly, walking to the locker room.

Before you can open it, though, Jason’s hand wraps around your wrist and you turn to him. “You didn't actually think I was done with you, did you?” he asks but doesn't wait for an answer. He opens the door to the locker room and guides you into it before locking the door. In an instant you're pressed against the door, cold wood on your back, and Jason’s mouth on yours. It's not much of a fight for dominance, his tongue having beat yours instantly. It feels heavenly. Not just the feel of his tongue in your mouth, tasting yours, but finally all this pent up tension leaving your body. You sigh into the kiss, Jason’s hand comes up behind your neck to grab the hair at the base and you mewl against him.

You were losing oxygen and his kisses traveled from your lips, to your chin, to your jaw, the sweet spot on your neck. His big hands wrapped tightly around your waist and the feel of his open-mouthed kisses on your neck has your jaw slack and breathing uneven. He smiles at the way you look like a puppy with your open mouth and panting, practically drooling.

“This okay, sweetheart?”

You were practically soaking through your panties by now and the tenderness of his words and low pitch of his voice certainly wasn't helping. You nod a yes and throw your head back at the feel of his harsh sucking on your neck and collarbone. He growls and spanks your bottom, “I need words, Y/N,” he commands and you whine out loud yet again. “Yes! Please, need you, Jason,” you tell him and that’s all he needs to hear.

Carrying the two of you, he picks you up and holds you against him. Your legs wrapped against his waist and he sits down on a bench, you still on his lap. His kisses don't stop and the feel is euphoric. His hands haven't stopped roaming your body. The feel of his big hands groping at your soft, supple flesh through the clothing separating you from him combined with just…him, was damn near enough to make you go crazy. You were tugging at his hair and pressing your face against the crook of his neck, desperate to smell his pheromones and your soft lips pressing kisses of your own against his neck had him hard against you already. When you felt his hardness against your tummy you gasped and tugged on his hair a tad bit harder and he moaned against you. Little curses left his mouth and you were seeing stars. Nothing had barely even happened and you were already this close to being admitted into Arkham Asylum.

Suddenly his hands paused their movements and his tone became one of seriousness. He grabbed your chin and forced your face towards his. Your pretty little glossed over eyes shining up into his had his breath hitch and for a split second he forgot what he needed to do. He could see the curiosity on your face, your teeth tugging your lower lip and he had to avert his eyes.

“Fuck, Y/N. I need to tell you something. I-I like you, Y/N. And not just in a friendship way. I understand—” he started but you cut him off, lurching towards him even more and grabbing his head between your hands, kissing him with a force you didn't know you could possess. He could feel you smile into the kiss and he let you have control this time. Not for long, though. He grabbed your hair into his fist and you gasped. “I-I like you, too, Jason. Have for a while now,” you mumbled against him and he grabbed your plump bottom with both hands, bringing your body flush with his. This only fueled the fire, though; his rock hard cock straining against his pants feeling your core against him had him clenching his jaw and closing his eyes, trying to control himself a little bit.

“I like you a lot, Jason. A lot a lot,” you whimpered against his lips and he smiled. You could see the genuinity in his eyes and the softness in his smile. He placed a gentle kiss against your forehead and then one on your nose and finally one on your lips. “I'm glad, sweetheart. Very glad,” and with that he grabbed your hips and shifted your legs a little bit. He forcedly rocked your clothed cunt against his hardness and your eyes closed, head tossed back. It was almost too much, too fucking much. You had been teased all night long and with all this foreplay you weren't sure if you would last. You tried to paw his hands off of your hips and stop your movement, but you just weren't strong enough. His devilish grin staring up at you, his pretty girl, had you whining and grow the ache in your pussy. “Stop, ‘s too much, stop, please, Jay,” you begged against him and all he could do was smile. “Stop? You want me to stop? But I’m not even doing anything, baby,” he teased. He knew he was teasing the damnit out of you. Even as you begged for mercy, there you were, still riding his clothed dick. You couldn't help but follow his lead though, your hips couldn't help but relish in the feeling of his hands tight on them, guiding you back and forth. Even if you wanted to you weren't sure if you could stop. God, it felt so good. Nothing you had ever felt like before. His hands on your hips and his mouth abusing your sensitive skin. The hardness of him grinding directly onto your clit. It was all so amazing.

He could tell you were close. He’s never had you before but he already knew all your tells. Your panting and labored breaths. The way you couldn't keep your eyes open. The stuttering of your hip movement. How you tried to get closer to him, even though you were flush to him. Gasps and whimpers leaving your mouth. Your hands tried to paw his hands away yet again. Think you’d learn the first time. His mouth went right back to sucking marks into your skin and he cooed at you. “C’mon, babygirl. You can do it. I know you need it, sweetheart. Just let go and cum for me,” he softly commanded. Hips following his words, your pace quickened and he ground you down onto him. His own hips jerked up and his cock spanked your core. Within moments the climax unraveled and you let out a screech. The white hot bliss greeted you and the power of your orgasm could be felt in every nerve ending of your body. You shook for a good thirty seconds and your vision went blurry. You slumped against him tiredly and he chuckled. His soothing hands rubbing circles into your back and sweet nothings helped calm you down and your high rode out. You lazily started unbuckling his belt and he grabbed your wrists, stopping you. Oh how you liked the feel of his hands grabbing you like that. “Tsk, tsk, Princess. ‘M not done with you yet.”

In an instant he was untying your shoe laces, kicking them off your feet and forcing your pants down to your ankles. His hands ripped your panties off and you were exposed. The brisk air was biting against your wet cunt and you gasped slightly. He raised you up against the lockers and wrapped your legs around his head, hands planted firmly on your ass holding you midair. The smell of your arousal and the previous orgasm dripping everywhere had him painfully hard. “Tell me if it's too much, baby, and I’ll stop, okay?” You whispered a ‘yes’ and he finally satiated his desire to have your cunt in his mouth. His mouth went straight for your clit and you shrieked at the feeling. His light little sucks on the nub had you rolling your eyes back and jerking your hips. Continuous moans leaving your mouth only encouraging him. He licked a stripe straight up and down the length of your pussy and his own moans left him. You tasted fucking delicious. Like everything he had imagined. All those times he imagined how you’d feel and he was finally fucking seeing for himself. He felt like a kid on goddamn Christmas, his hands tightening his grip on your ass. You were sure there’d be handprints in the morning. His thumb went to rub rough circles on your little bundle of nerves while he thrust his tongue in and out of your weeping hole. You started to cry out for him, hands pushing against his head and fingers gripping his hair attempting to pull him off of your pussy. Absolute the fuck not. He looked to his right and to his luck there was a set of resistance training bands hanging from a hook. He smirked and looked up at your fucked out face and he chuckled to himself. Holding you up with one hand, he reached to his side and grabbed a cable band. You watched his movement and saw what he was doing and your eyes widened. The kinky bitch. “C’mon, princess. Give em to me. Since you don't know how to keep your hands to yourself, I have to take em away from you,” he teased playfully condescending. He tied your hands together behind your back with the workout gear and he hummed satisfied with himself before resuming his meal. He was fucking merciless with his tongue and you soon learned your crush was a borderline sadist. His mouth wrapped around your clit and his sucks were harsh and unforgiving. Like a man starved, he ate you like you were the last source of hope for his soul. His finger started fucking you, too. He started with one but your drenched hole quickly accommodated for more. Soon enough you were on the brink of another orgasm and he forced it from you roughly. “Again, sweetness. You can cum again, cant you? Give me another.”

The orgasm brought tears to your eyes and you wouldn't stop shaking. Your thighs were quaking around his head and your back arched off of the cool metal of the lockers you were propped against. Toes curling, head thrown back, continuous moans and screams leaving your lips. Your second climax of the night arrived and you screamed into the locker room, little sobs leaving your ruined body. He let you ride out your orgasm against his tongue until he was fully content and gently brought you down, placing one last kiss against your lower body. He sucked his fingers that were just shoved inside you, not breaking eye contact with your tired eyes. He placed his forehead against your own and wiped away your tears.

“You okay, baby? Was that too much?” he asked worriedly. He didnt want to fuck up his first time with you and feared he lost control of himself. You smiled tiredly against him and shook your head lightly. “‘M okay, promise. Jus’ need you, Jason.” He smiled and shuffled you towards the mirror and sinks. He took off his shirt and laid it on the edge of one of the sinks he was about to bend you over. You realized it was for your comfort and smiled up at him, feeling your heart swell up. Even when he was about to absolutely obliterate your cunt, he still managed to be a gentleman. He unbuckled his pants and finally his cock sprung up. He sighed, finally feeling relief. He watched you stare at his size through the mirror, seeing your eyes widen and your teeth tug on your lip. He lightly guided you into the position he wanted you in and you sighed contently, feeling comforted by the thought you would finally be fucked by him. Watching him pull a condom out of nowhere and rip it open with his teeth had you on the edge of your seat. He sheathed himself with it and made sure everything was ready. “Ya’ ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked while lining his tip up with your entrance, smearing your wetness all around his head. You gasped and shouted a little “yes” and he chuckled, sinking in. Even with two orgasms loosening your little cunt up for him, he was still a little much to adjust to. Both of your heads tossed back in sync and you closed your eyes, sighing for him. You worked your hips against him, wanting to feel more. He grunted and grabbed you by your hair, bringing your head up to look in the mirror. “Keep your eyes up here, baby.”

Once you were fully adjusted to his size, he slid almost all the way out and then re-entered your warm, wet heat. It felt so good. He set a pace and it was so heavenly. You could cry with how good it felt. You both needed this, needed this release for all the pent up frustrations in your lives. Sounds of flesh smacking against flesh and his grunts and your little sighs filled the room and the smell of sex was heavy in the air. His hands were on either side of your hips and his eyes met yours in the mirror. It was fucking exotic. Seeing your eyes perfectly, watching the pleasure unravel on your face. Pleasure he was giving you. His pace quickened a hair and you gasped. Your hips moved backwards against him, in time with his thrusts. You felt him deeper and the perfect rhythm of his cock repeatedly hitting that spot inside you almost hypnotized you. He smirked a little bit as he watched your fucked out face in the mirror. No thoughts, head empty. It was clear only pleasure was what you felt.

You didn't even notice him reaching above the both of you and retrieving something from the cabinet. Only when you heard the familiar buzzing noise did you wake up from the transe you were in and see what he had in the mirror. A muscle massage gun. For a moment you were a little confused, why was he hurt? Then you felt the big spherical head of the gun against your clit and your eyes rolled to the back of your head for the umpth time that night. He smiled and cooed at you from above. Yeah, he was definitely a sadist. He angled the gun a little bit to the left, wanting to overstimulate your abused little button. His thrusts hadnt ended and it was too fucking much. His pace was faster and harder and deeper now and had you both moaning up a storm. Your hands were finding themselves gripped onto the sink counter and you were struggling to keep your eyes open and in the mirror. He moved the massage gun setting higher and kept it firm against you. Your thighs were shaking and you were glad you were being held against the sink by him. You weren't sure you would be able to keep yourself up if you weren't.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Give me one more, please. I know you can. Cum for me, sweetheart.” You closed your eyes, feeling bliss about to erupt in you again. He quickly corrected you, though. His hand not being used to hold the machine to your clit came up to your throat, squeezing lightly on the sides. Not enough to cause genuine pain or prevent oxygen into your blood, just enough to give you that lightheadedness and in an instant you came on his cock. Your final orgasm was so intense and pleasurable—not surprisingly—and it lasted nearly thirty seconds. He removed the massage gun and returned both hands to your waist. His brutal thrusts as he chased his own orgasm helped you ride it all out. That blissful feeling that lasted longer than your orgasm did. All the stress leaving your body. Finally his sputtering hips stilled as he emptied his hot load into the condom and you whined, half wishing he was emptying himself into your wet little cunt instead. One day.

You both sighed and felt content again. You were sated and had finally gotten what you wanted. His loving palm rubbing circles into your lower belly, soothing you. He peppered light kisses on your skin and slowly slid out of your heat. He turned you around and kissed your forehead. All this loving kissing of his was making you wanna cry, it felt so good. Not just to be fucked right by him, but to have him, too. He was yours, now. And you were finally his. He grabbed your face between his palms and gazed lovingly into your eyes. “You okay, baby? Was that good? I didn't hurt you did I?” You smiled softly and nodded, “Yes, Jay. I'm perfect. You were amazing,” you reassured him with a blush.

He picked you up and sat you on the edge of the counter and got a washcloth from a basket, wetting it under the sink. He wiped the sweat and cum off your body and gave a kiss to each spot after it was clean. He helped dress you and by the time he was carrying you making his way to your room in the manor it was late. He opened your door and locked it behind him, leading you both to your attached bathroom. He undressed you again and turned on the shower. He lightly coaxed you in, seeing as you were so drowsy from all the night’s activities. He undressed himself and got in, lathering your body wash on a loofah and cleaning you. He wanted to make sure his baby was clean and cozy and content. When he was done washing you, he washed himself and enjoyed smelling like you a little too much. He carried you out of the shower and dried you off, clothing you in jammies and then put on some clothes you had stolen from him a while back.

He held you in his arms and you two cuddled each other all night long. You were his now and he couldn't be happier.

[headkiss]

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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: three times eddie almost asks you out, and the one time he does.

word count: 4.5k

warnings: nothing! smitten eddie and reader with lots of fluff and waiting for them to get together!

a/n: hi hi! sorry for the wait for this one, but i hope you guys like it and pls let me know what u think :D

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Somehow, Eddie was roped into bringing Dustin to the arcade on a random weeknight. Something about Steve working and a new game being installed that he couldn’t miss.

And anyway, he has a hard time saying no to the kid.

So, that led him to having to clean out his van of his staches and anything he deemed unsuitable for the nosy eyes of Dustin Henderson. Eddie never thought he’d care so much about the youngest members of Hellfire, but he saw a lot of himself in them.

After picking up Dustin, who insisted on choosing the music, and driving to the arcade, he parked and followed Dustin inside. Of course, Eddie’s been to the arcade before, but last time he went, Keith was the one working there.

And you—who had a bright smile and was waving to Dustin—were certainly not Keith.

Eddie trailed behind his younger friend as he walked over to the counter to talk to you. Of course, Eddie knew who you were, but you were different from the person he went to school with, you seemed happier, like there was a weight that wasn’t holding you down anymore. He also had no idea you knew Dustin.

“Hurry up!” The curly-haired boy called from where he stood by the counter.

Eddie hadn’t even realized he stopped walking.

He caught up quickly, coming to rest his elbows on the desk you stood behind. You were laughing at something Dustin had said and it was a beautiful sight. Eddie wanted to make you laugh like that himself.

“Finally. Eddie, this is my old babysitter,” Dustin introduced you, even if you already knew each other. “Now she’s here all the time and loves when I come in.”

Eddie whispers your name, testing it on his tongue.

“You how he found out about this new game?” He faces you, and he swears he can feel his heart stutter when you make eye contact.

Your eyes are kind, soft, and surrounded by smudgy eyeliner that brings them out even more. He’s struck by how pretty you are. Not that you weren’t before, he’s just never noticed it until now.

“Guilty,” you shrug with a shy smile. “But hey, you can hang out with me here if you’d rather.”

Dustin was off with a rushed promise of getting the high score, and then it was just you and Eddie. He decided to take you up on your offer of passing the time with you. He’s sure it beats listening to Dustin yell at a video game.

“So, Eddie,” you prop yourself up with an elbow on the counter, chin perched on your hand. “Haven’t seen you since school. How are you?”

“Good, yeah. Finally graduated, so that’s something.”

“That’s great! What about your band?”

He’s surprised you knew about it, but he tries to hide it. “Corroded Coffin, yep. Still going.”

“And Hellfire? Dustin tells me all about it when he’s here.”

He can’t deny the pleasure he feels knowing you know about his hobbies. Even if you’ve probably learned it all through Dustin.

“Couldn’t let it go so I still run it. It’s nerdy but I love it.”

“Nothing wrong with nerdy. I’ve heard lots about it and it sounds really fun.”

You don’t mean to sound creepy or come off that way, knowing about Eddie and wanting to talk about it. You’re interested in knowing, you want to be his friend. He’s kind and funny and has an energy about him that you want to be around. He makes you a little nervous, even if you hide it well.

“It’s, um.. Yeah. It’s great.”

The evening moves along and you and Eddie talk through it all, save the interruptions from customers when you’re actually needed. It was easy and even through the awkward points, you both wanted to be there.

Eddie wasn’t expecting to actually enjoy himself, he was expecting a night that was a favor to Dustin and that’s it. But you were there. You made it better.

“Alright, I’m ready to go,” Dustin strolls up to the counter and sets his hands on his hips, impatient and demanding as always. You smile at him.

“Get the high score?”

“You know it! You better tell me if anyone beats it.”

“Always do, Dusty.”

He gives you that toothy grin that you love. He really is a great kid. He then turns to Eddie and gives him a look that said ‘let’s go.’

“Well, duty calls. It was nice to see you.”

“You too, Eddie. See you.”

“Bye, pretty.”

He’s out the door before you can properly react to his term of endearment. You certainly could get used to hearing it from him, though.

In the van, Dustin eyes Eddie before saying, “so did you ask her out?”

“What?”

Dustin huffs, like it’s obvious. “You were all oh my gosh, swoon, as soon as you saw her. Seriously.”

“I was not,” was he? Eddie had no idea what he was feeling but he knew that you were pretty, and that he wanted to spend time with you again. That was it.

“You were! She was too, so you guys should totally date.”

“Listen here, Henderson. I’m the elder, so I give the advice and make the decisions. It’s not like that, just haven’t seen her in a long time.”

“Sure.”

-

It’s the weekend after that day at the arcade and your friends have managed to wrangle you into a night out. You weren’t opposed to going it, you just had to be in the right mood. That mood didn’t come until they told you Corroded Coffin would be playing.

Eddie’s band.

You don’t want to admit it, but you’ve been waiting for him to come in again since last time. And every time Dustin walked in, you’d peek behind him to see if Eddie would be following. So far, he never was, so you took this chance to see him again.

It worked, because he was on stage when you walked in. You froze for a moment, taking him in. He was playing his guitar, and there was sweat dripping from his forehead and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything hotter. He was really something.

Your friends tugged you over to the bar, forcing your attention away from Eddie. You took turns placing your orders and grabbing your drinks.

Eventually, you made your way to the dance floor with your small group. You didn’t think you’d have fun, but you were. Letting loose and moving along with the songs Eddie and his band were playing.

You spared a glance over to the stage, and Eddie was already looking at you when you glanced at him. Your eyes locked and he gave you a smirk before looking back at his guitar. He seemed like a whole new person up there, confident and free.

It was a great sight to see. Him in his element.

Each time you looked over at Eddie, he’d be looking, too. Or at least, you were convinced he was. Sometimes he’d smile, or wink, and sometimes he’d just look away as if he’d been caught. It was a push and pull and you were bathing in the slightest attention from him.

Closer to the end of his set, you drifted off to the bar, taking a seat and really watching him play. The whole band was incredible, but you couldn’t get your eyes off of Eddie and you’re pretty sure he knew it. Your friends were still dancing away, some with partners for the night.

When the last song was played, you were determined to be the loudest one cheering.

Eddie was feeling a lot. Ecstatic that you showed up, that you looked at him so much during his set and that you shied away from him every time he’d give you an expression back. It was cute. He was nervous too, though. Nervous to know what you thought about his music and his performance. You just made him nervous in general.

He still wanted to talk to you. To hear you laugh and see you smile up close. God, maybe Dustin was right.

Gareth came up behind Eddie backstage, a hand on his shoulder. “Good one tonight, right? Even saw you making goo goo eyes.”

“Wha- Goo goo eyes?”

“Yes. So will you introduce me?”

“Gareth, she went to school with us. You literally know each other.”

His friend huffs, “okay. Re-introduce, then.”

“Fine.”

Eddie and Gareth make their way through the crowded bar, the Hideout. The former spots you easily, from your black Doc Martens all the way up to your hair. He takes the seat next to you, Gareth on his other side.

“Hi, pretty.”

It takes you a second to recover from the nickname. “Oh! Hi, Eddie. And Gareth. You guys were amazing.”

Eddie’s beaming at the praise. He treasures his music and to hear that you enjoyed it means a lot to him. Like, a lot.

“Thank you. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” Eddie was close to you, his arm brushing against yours.

“Me three!” You had almost forgotten Gareth was there.

You strike up a conversation with him, though. Asking about the band and how Gareth likes it. He’s kind, and you think he’d get along with one of your friends so you beckon her over and introduce them. She and Gareth are lost in their own chat, so you get Eddie to yourself once more.

“So, you liked it?”

“Liked it? Eddie, you guys are insanely good. I loved it. You look so alive up there, like it’s where you belong.”

His heart was soaring. The way that you could see how much he loved to perform, that you could tell he loved it from one single set. He was amazed by you.

“Thank you,” he looks down, blushing. “I’m happy you think so. Next time you come see me let me know, I’ll get you to stand sidestage, sound good?”

Holy shit. “Yeah. Perfect, actually.”

You can’t believe you and Eddie hadn’t become friends until now, until Dustin dragged him into the arcade. You wish that you’d been closer to him in school, that you could’ve had years of his company already.

At least you know him now.

“So, how do you like working at the arcade?”

“It’s alright. Loud, and sometimes boring. Dustin and his friends brighten it up. They’re great kids.”

“They are. Shitheads, too.”

You laugh, a small one, but it’s there. Eddie feels accomplished that he’s the one who drew it out of you.

“Yeah they are. You do anything for work other than music?”

And so, the small talk grows from there. He learns about your hobbies and you learn about his life with his uncle and everything. It’s nice, and it’s rare to find someone so easy to talk to for you.

At some point, Gareth and his other band mates pull Eddie away for a second. The friend you’d set up with Gareth is with them, for some reason.

When they’re far enough away, she speaks first. “She likes you, Eddie,” before he can protest she continues, “trust me. I’m her friend, and I can tell.”

“You should ask her out, dude,” Gareth is next to talk.

His sentence is followed by agreements from everyone else.

“No way, guys. We’ve talked like twice. It’s too soon, okay?”

“No it’s not. Come on, man.”

“Maybe.”

He leaves with that, back to find you. He wants to ask you out, he does. He’s just afraid that you’ll say no, that he’ll scare you off. So, he decides he’ll wait. As long as you need him to.

What he doesn’t know is that you’re eagerly waiting for him to make a move.

“Sorry ‘bout that.”

“No problem.”

“So, where were we?”

“Mmm, something about…” You glance at his lips, the next word coming out quiet. “I don’t remember.”

His gaze flicks between your eyes and your mouth, he thinks you’re about to kiss him. Maybe he doesn’t have to wait too long after all.

But, before you can make contact, your friend taps your shoulder, whispers something, and runs off to the washroom.

“Oh gosh,” you look at Eddie, an apology written on your face. “I’m sorry, I have to go. My friend, she’s throwing up and-”

“Shh. It’s fine. Until next time, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You stand up, and so does he. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him down for a hug. His arms hold your waist tightly, his head tucked against yours. It was really, really nice. You breathe in his scent, he’s doing the same.

It's a bit before you pull away.

“Bye, Eddie.”

“See ya, pretty girl.”

You find it really hard to walk away from him, but your friend needs help and you’re not one to abandon them, so you leave.

-

The next time you see Eddie he’s yet again in his element; leading a Dungeons and Dragons campaign with Hellfire.

During Dustin’s latest visit to the arcade, he informed you of the week's meeting, and how excited he was for it. You couldn’t stop yourself from asking if you could tag along, if you could watch. He was quick to say yes, eager to get you and Eddie in the same room again, this time with backup.

You were excited to see Eddie doing something he loves once more. You were excited to see him in general, honestly.

His friends also seemed great, and you wanted to meet them all properly. Dustin assured you they’re great, and that you’ll get along just fine. You believed him.

When Eddie found out you were coming, he was nervous. He didn’t know what you’d think and he didn’t want you to think he was weird. He didn’t want you to look at him the way everyone else did. Like he was a freak, someone who didn’t belong. He never cared so much about what people thought. Not until he met you.

On the night of the campaign, he’s jittery. He fiddles with his rings more than usual, twisting them around his fingers, taking them on and off, anything that will keep his hands occupied. He messed with his hair enough that he had to try to tame it before you arrive.

You leave earlier than Dustin told you to, and you’re not sure if it’s because you just want to make sure you aren’t late or if it’s to get some time alone with Eddie before everyone else gets there. You weren’t used to feeling this way about someone, to have the urge to see them and speak with them as much as you could. To feel a pull.

The drive to Eddie’s trailer is spent psyching yourself up, giving yourself a pep talk and some time to figure out what you’ll even say when you get there. You think you want to flirt with him, more obviously than you have been but you’ve never been good at that. Eye contact and shy smiles were sort of all you could muster.

Parked outside of Eddie’s, you flip down your car mirror to make sure you can deem yourself presentable. You run your pinky under your eyes to smudge your eyeliner out and brush away mascara flakes from the day, you apply a new layer of lip gloss, you’re about to check on your hair when a knock on your car window startles you.

It’s Eddie. Fuck, how much of that did he see, you wonder.

The answer is pretty much all of it. Unbeknownst to you, Eddie went outside as soon as saw your car pull up through his window. He stood on the porch for a second, but decided he’d rather say hi and hear your voice. He thinks it’s really sweet that you felt the need to touch up your makeup before seeing him, even though he thinks it’s completely unnecessary. It’s sweet, nonetheless.

Once your car is shut off, he opens your door and holds out a hand for you, “m’lady.”

“Thanks,” you take it and get out of the car. You decide to pull him into a hug, your arms around his neck to pull him in, just like you did at the Hideout. “Hi, Eddie.”

He hugs you right back, chin perched on your shoulder and nose buried in your hair. He squeezes you as he greets you, “hi, pretty.”

Reluctantly, he pulls away from you to look at your face, the color of your eyes and the way your eyeliner brings them out. He thinks the nickname he’s given you is quite perfect, because you really are pretty. Your signature boots on your feet and the rings on your fingers that match his nicely, chunky and silver.

If anyone was made for him, he’s pretty sure it’s you. He has no idea how to tell you that.

“Come on,” he leads you up the few steps to his front door, opening it and beckoning you inside. He stays by the door while you take a look around, shy about the lack of space he has, but it’s home.

“It looks so cozy in here,” and you’re being honest. The blankets thrown about the living room and the pillows on the couch, the soft lighting and the slightly messy kitchen. It looks lived in and you love that.

“I’m sorry it’s a mess. And kinda small,” he scratches the back of his neck.

“It’s great, Eddie. Honest.”

He smiles at you, close-mouthed and small, but a smile. You hate that he feels bad about where he’s living, that he feels the need to apologize for it. You walk back over to him and tug him to the couch, sitting down and waiting for him to do the same.

You keep your hand on his arm for longer than necessary.

“So, what should I expect? I’ve never actually seen anyone play DnD, only heard Dusty talk about it.”

“It gets kinda loud, but it’s ‘cause we’re all sort of invested in it. I just hope we don’t scare you off because of it.”

“You could never, trust me.”

Eddie’s struck by the sincerity in your tone, the way you keep your eyes on his when you say it. He doesn’t think he’s ever been so convinced that someone wants to stick around, that he’s ever believed them. But you, you have a way of speaking that makes him trust everything you say, soft and kind and it eases him like a glass of water on a hot Hawkins summer day.

He’s sort of lost in you, his eyes flickering across your face and he notes a stray strand of hair that’s fallen over your forehead. He reaches out and pushes it back, his touch light as ever but your skin burns where his fingers were all the same.

You think you’re about to kiss yet again when heavy-handed knocks on the door snap you both out of it.

From then on, the group builds up until everyone is there, gathered around Eddie’s coffee table on pillows while you sit on the couch and watch.

He was right, the atmosphere is rowdy, sort of chaotic but it’s full of passion and you can see why they enjoy the game so much. It’s exciting, even for you: someone who knows almost nothing about it. You can't help but smile when they seem to be winning, to cheer when they do.

Through it all, though, your focus was mainly on Eddie. He was so animated, so lively in his task to narrate the game that it filled the room, a contagious energy that’s undeniable. Every single person in that room was so invested, so thrilled and it was because of him. You were kinda, sort of, maybe in awe of him and the way he moved. The authority he seemed to hold.

Once the session ended, you pulled him aside. “That was something else, Eddie, really.”

“Like in a good way?”

“Of course! I could watch you for hours, you’re so captivating.”

He’s blushing. He’s not the best at taking compliments and coming from you, he’s even more bashful about them.

“Thank you,” he smiles, this time it’s a full one. Boyish and wide.

“Thank you for letting me come watch. I don’t really wanna leave but…I’m working tomorrow.”

“It’s no problem, I’m glad you were here. I’ll walk you.”

He does, out the door and right to your car. You both pause at your car door. You lean against it, back against your vehicle and Eddie lets his arms rest on the roof of it, caging you between them. It’s a position that keeps you close to each other.

“Thanks again for having me. I had a really good time.”

“You’re sweet. And welcome anytime.”

There’s a stillness in the air, a question lingering of will you or won’t you kiss. Both of you can feel it, neither of you lean in for a while. When Eddie does, he gets nervous at the last second and swerves to kiss your cheek instead. You hide your disappointment.

He then pulls you into the hug that feels so familiar, easy.

“See you, pretty.”

“Bye.”

He lets you go and heads back inside, and you drive away. When he opens the door, everyone’s looking at him.

“What?”

“Fucks sake, Eddie,” Dustin huffs.

“What?” He repeats

“Dude. Really? You didn’t even kiss her?” Jeff is next to talk, as if it’s that easy.

“Did you at least ask her out?” Gareth asks.

“Um,” Eddie’s feeling put on the spot, “no..?”

“Eddie!” They all say it at the same time.

“If you don’t get your shit together and ask her out, I swear.”

Eddie can’t even keep track of who’s saying what, all he knows is that they’re saying ‘it’s so obvious,’ and ‘are you that dumb?’

The one that sticks with him is when Dustin says, “she couldn’t even stop looking at you. Smiling like a fool the entire time. It’s kind of gross.”

Fuck, he likes you so much. The possibility that you like him too is enough to get him to devise a plan. With the help of Hellfire, of course.

-

Eddie had the plan ready the night of the meeting, but it took him nearly a week to get the courage to actually go through with it. It wasn’t major; he’d show up just before you close at work with some food, talk to you over dinner sort of like a date, seal the deal by asking you out for real. Hopefully kissing you.

You had a long day at the arcade. The people were extra noisy and time went by extra slowly. You couldn’t help but hope that Dustin and his friends would come in. That they’d bring Eddie, too. Every time the door opened you’d check for that familiar head of hair. No luck.

To make it all worse, five minutes before closing you hear the door open once more. You throw your head back and sigh in defeat. Longest day ever.

“Sorry, we’re closing!” You put on your ‘customer service voice,’ cheery and overly kind.

“‘S just me, pretty! Can I come in?”

You perk up right away because that’s Eddie’s voice and you know it. You make your way to the door and the smile that blooms on your face at the sight of him is so wide it’s kind of pathetic. You like him so much.

“Eddie!” You wrap him in a hug.

“Oh,” he’s surprised, you’ve never been so enthusiastic to see anyone, he doesn’t think. He doesn’t hesitate to hug you back, “hi.”

You squeeze him tight before pulling away, “sorry. Hi.”

You take a small step back, slightly embarrassed that you pounced on him so quickly, but you’d been wanting to see him all day and here he was. He looked pretty, his hair damp like he showered before coming, his cheeks a little flushed.

“Brought some food. Eat with me?” He holds up the takeout bag held in his hand.

“Yes, please.”

You lock the door and flip the sign to closed, then gesture for him to follow you into the office so you could eat at the desk together. He trails behind you, admires the way you walk and your outfit of the day.

The two of you sit down, and Eddie unpacks the bag, smiling proudly when you tell him he got your order perfectly. He’ll remember to thank Dustin for that later. You eat together and it’s nice, it’s peaceful.

He asks about your day, you tell him and do the same. You could easily get used to this. Eddie with you for dinner, the conversation and the way he’s able to make you laugh without really trying. Everything stays light while you have your meal.

At one point, Eddie leans forward and wipes something away from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. Neither of you say anything about it.

Once the table’s cleared, Eddie prepares himself to tell you how he feels, to ask you out. He’s nervous, of course he is, but he feels comfortable around you and if the dinner you just had was in any way similar to what a date would feel like, he needs to ask.

“So,” he starts. “I actually came here to talk to you about something.”

You look at him, showing him he’s got your attention fully and wait for him to continue. You’re really, really hoping he’ll say what you think he’s going to.

“I.. um.” He fumbles with his words, takes a deep breath, and tries again. “I wanted to know if you’ll go out with me? Like a real date?”

“Really? Me?”

You want to say yes, you want to scream it, but you need to be sure that he means it. If his actions tell you anything, he certainly does.

“Are you kidding?” He pulls your chair closer to his, reaches for your hand and holds it. “Yes, you. I like you. An insane amount and I have since that kid dragged me in here. I’m glad he did because we got to talk and I was like, wow, you know? And-”

“Eddie?” You cut him off.

“Yeah?”

“I like you an insane amount, too. Will you kiss me?”

“Holy shit.” He whispers, then, his mouth is on yours.

He kisses you like he’s been starving for it. You know you have. It’s sort of messy, but it’s slow and careful at the same time. He holds your neck softly, just enough to angle your head the way he wants, and you love every second of it.

Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever felt this way before in his life. No, he knows he hasn’t. Kissing you is addicting to him, and now that he’s done it once he doesn’t know if he can hold himself back. Though, by the way you’re pulling him closer by his shirt, he doesn’t believe he’ll need to with you.

You pull away only when you need the air, your forehead against Eddie’s and hands still holding his shirt. A satisfied smile spreads across your face.

“Does that mean you’ll let me take you out, pretty?” He asks.

“Obviously.”

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All My Heart & All My Being | Jake x Shy!Wifey

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synopsis: Jake & Y/N are given devastating news on what was supposed to be a routine midwife visit. Jake navigates how to tell his kids about the circle of life.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: miscarriage, tears, fear of doctors, cursing, talks of death, canon character death, mentions of depression, mentions of stillbirths

note: miscarriages happen in 1 out of 4 pregnancies. Most miscarriages are spontaneous, meaning that you did nothing to cause it. miscarriages are never your fault, and it doesn't make you any less of a parent. Angel baby parents are still parents.

Jake couldn’t hide his excitement. It was Y/N’s second ultrasound since she had discovered she was pregnant. It was the appointment where they were finally going to hear their baby’s heartbeat. Even though they had been here twice before, the same butterflies and nervous feelings still arose in their bellies. Jake was trying his best to not crush Y/N’s hand with his strong grip as they waited for the doctor to come in. 

Jake was halfway out of the chair he was sitting in, at eye level with Y/N’s bare belly. His eyes were wide as he was retelling the story of his last dogfight with Rooster and Coyote. Y/N couldn’t help the smile on her face as she ran her hand through his soft blonde hair. 

“And then, I broke right, turning right into the sun with Rooster still hot on my tail, but the ol’ man still hasn’t learned any new tricks,” Jake laughed, “He lost me in the sun, and I was able to turn quickly and get behind him to get missile lock on him.” 

“Going to turn this one into an aviator before they’re even born,” Y/N giggled. Jake looked up at her with pure admiration and love in his green eyes. 

“They’ve got a handful of uncles and aunts who will turn them into an aviator if I don’t,” Jake said as there was a soft knock on the door. Y/N sat up on her elbows and told whoever it was to come in, but Jake’s eyebrows furrowed at the young nurse who walked through the door, “Where’s Doctor Carpenter?” 

The nurse smiled at him as she walked to the ultrasound machine, “She’s with another mother right now, but she’ll be here soon.” Y/N nodded and laid back down on the exam table, “My name is Margaret, and I’ll be doing the initial look, taking a few pictures and then Doctor Carpenter will be in.” 

“Okay,” Y/N nodded, feeling the grip of nerves in her throat. Jake could feel the anxiety rolling off his wife in waves and squeezed his wife’s hand. Y/N looked over at him, as Jake raised their conjoined hands to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of her hand. 

“How have you been feeling, Mrs. Seresin?” Margaret asked. 

“Oh please, call me Y/N,” Y/N said softly, “I’ve been feeling more tired than usual with this one. It’s our third baby,” Jake gave her hand a squeeze, “But lately, my back has been hurting, I’ve had these weird dizzy spells, just overall felt like crap.” 

Margaret nodded as she put some of the cool gel on Y/N’s belly. Y/N let out a shaky breath as Margaret pressed the transducer to Y/N’s lower belly. She always hated this part of the exam, feeling like her bladder was going to explode from the pressure. 

Jake sucked in a breath as he watched Y/N stare up at the ceiling. She was uncomfortable and Jake hated that. “Did you hear about Dragon’s wedding present for Rooster?” Y/N looked at her husband and shook her head, “Well apparently, it was a fancy little picture book. Rooster was actually speechless, and you know that man is nev-” 

“How far along are you?” Margaret asked, interrupting Jake. He looked up at her, noticing the pinched look on her face. 

“12 weeks,” Y/N nodded, “But isn’t that on my chart?” 

Margaret nodded and plastered a fake smile on her face, “Y-yeah, yes, it’s just that-” 

Jake’s shoulders squared as he stood up from his seat, “That what? What’s wrong?” 

Margaret set the transducer down and turned to face both of them, “I’m not seeing anything on the ultrasound.” 

“What?” Y/N looked from the nurse to Jake and back at the nurse. She felt her heart start to race as she pushed herself up on her elbows, “There’s. . .there’s no baby? I lost the-” 

“I don’t know,” Margaret said, “I-I’m not really authorized to read-” 

“How about you go find someone who is?” Jake said sternly, crossing his arms over his chest. Margaret nodded rapidly and scurried out of the room with her head down. Jake scoffed and ran his hand through his hair, his jaw clenched shut, “What a fucking joke. Can you-” He looked down at his wife to find tears running down her cheeks, “Hey, sweets, what’s wrong?” 

“There’s no baby,” Y/N cried, and Jake wrapped her in his strong embrace. 

“We don’t know that,” Jake said, his voice strong and steady, “The nurse even said she’s not authorized to read it.” He pulled Y/N away from his chest and held her face in his hands. She looked up into his green eyes, “You hear me? We can’t jump to conclusions yet.” Y/N closed her eyes and nodded her head, not really believing a word Jake said. And to be honest, he wasn’t even sure if he believed what he said either. 

Jake gently shifted Y/N’s body so he could sit on the edge of the small exam table and hold his wife. They waited in painful silence for the doctor to come in. The only sound was the occasional sniffle from Y/N, which was followed by Jake pressing his lips to the top of her head. A small knock pulled them out of their quiet embrace as their usual doctor walked into the room. Jake felt some relief in his body, but the look on the doctor’s face didn’t help ease much of it. 

“I’m sorry for the wait,” Doctor Carpenter said, giving them both a sad smile, “Let’s see what’s going on.” She quickly went to the ultrasound machine. Jake moved off the exam table and stood by her side, holding her hand in both of his. 

Doctor Carpenter did the same thing as the nurse had done previously, putting the cold gel on Y/N’s belly and spreading it around her lower abdomen. Y/N looked up at the ceiling as Jake’s eyes were on the black-and-white screen in front of him. Doctor Carpenter worked in silence as she moved the transducer around, freezing on a spot, and taking a picture, before moving to another spot. The silence stretched for about ten minutes before Doctor Carpenter sighed, and placed the transducer down.  

Y/N closed her eyes as she felt Doctor Carpenter’s eyes on her. She couldn’t hear the words that came out of the doctor’s mouth but felt Jake squeeze her hand. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N and Jake, but there isn’t a viable fetus present,” Doctor Carpenter said, “I’m afraid Y/N has had what we call a spontaneous miscarriage. It doesn’t present like a normal. . .” 

It was all a blur after that. 

She could hear the door to the exam room shut. She could feel Jake move to lean over her and run a hand through her hair. She could faintly make out the sound of his voice as he spoke to her. She could feel him hold her in his arms, rubbing her back and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She could hear him sniffle and wipe away the tears from under his eyes. 

The car ride home was quiet, as Y/N leaned her head against the window, looking at the familiar landscape pass her by. Jake would occasionally glance over at her, noticing the hand that sat protectively on her belly. He shifted in his seat and looked at his wife again. 

Jake cleared his throat, “Are you in pain?” 

“Not physically,” Y/N answered, “It’s just. . . when you think about a miscarriage or losing a baby, you imagine blood and pain, not. . .” Y/N fought back tears, her mind trying to come up with the right words to say. Jake reached his hand across the center console and grabbed hers. Neither of them said another word as they drove the rest of the way home. 

When they arrived home, Jake noticed Amelia Benjamin’s bike by the front door. She usually babysat the kids after school while Jake & Y/N were at work. It was supposed to be a happy night, while Jake and Y/N shared pictures of their unborn child, and listen as Alex and Ella argued about whether it was going to be a boy or a girl. Now, all Y/N felt was dread of having to face her children and her parents. 

“Why don’t you go into the house from the garage and up the back steps,” Jake said, looking at his wife, “And I’ll go corral the kids to the backyard.” Y/N nodded her head in agreement, “I’ll be up soon and draw you a bath-” 

“I just want to lay in bed,” Y/N said, looking at Jake, “I’m okay. . . or I will be anyway.” 

Jake gave her a smile. Y/N was one of the toughest women he knew. She had to be tough when being married to an aviator. Nothing in Jake’s life was ever promised and Y/N had known that first hand. She had watched as partners of fellow aviators had been given folded flags instead of getting to hug their loved ones again. She always feared losing Jake, never one of her own babies. 

“I’m going to go in now,” Y/N said and Jake nodded. 

“Y/N,” Jake called her name as he stepped out of the truck. She looked up at him, “I love you, with all my heart and all my being.” 

Y/N smiled, “I love you too, with all my heart and all my being.” 

Jake took a moment, trying to gather his thoughts as he watched Y/N walk into the house. He turned the truck off and gathered his duffle bag from the back seat, before making his way to the backyard where he could hear the loud laughter of his kids. 

The second that Jake opened the gate to the backyard, Alex and Ella ran right to him. He greeted them with his usual bright smile and kiss on the cheek. He thanked Amelia for watching them and paid her. Then he stood on the front porch with Alex and Ella as Amelia rode her bike the two blocks it took to get to her house. 

“C’mon, let’s go get a snack,” Jake said, leading his kids inside the house. Alex climbed up on the stool at the kitchen island, while Jake sat Ella down on hers. He cut them up an apple, splitting it between the two of them, and giving them each a big dollop of peanut butter to go with. 

“Where’s Mommy?” Alex asked, looking around the kitchen for the usual bright ball of sunshine that was Y/N Seresin. 

“She’s uh,” Jake cleared his throat, “She’s not feeling well. She’s laying down right now.” 

“What wrong wit Mommy?” Ella asked, looking up at Jake with those big green eyes. Jake knew that at some point in time, they needed to talk to the kids about what happened, but he was hoping that he would have some time to gather his thoughts before telling them. If it was up to Jake, he would wait to talk to them, but he also knew that Y/N hated keeping things from them. 

“Your mommy,” Jake shook his head, “We found out today that. . . we lost the baby.” The room was silent for a moment as the five and two-and-a-half-year-old were trying to come to terms with what their father just said. How does one even explain the circle of life to kids? 

“How?” Ella asked. 

“I’m not really sure, Elles,” Jake said, running his hand over her blonde hair, “Sometimes, it just happens. There’s no explanation. There’s no reason. Sometimes, God decides he needs the baby a bit more than we do.” 

Alex blinked a couple of times, staring at the bottom wrung of the chair that Steve had chewed up, “Is that Baby with Uncle Bradley’s mom and dad?” 

Jake nodded, “Yeah. The baby is with Uncle Bradley’s mom and Dad, and Grandpa Seresin, and the dog your mommy had as a child, and Aunt Dragon’s babies.” 

“I don’t wike that,” Ella pouted, as the tears slowly started to roll down her cheeks. Jake cooed and walked over to her, picking her up in his arms, and holding her head against his chest as she cried. 

“I know, baby girl, I know,” Jake sniffled, “No one does. It’s hard to lose the people you love,” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “All we can do now, is show mama some love, give her some extra cuddles. She’s going to be sad for a while.” 

“I wanna go to Mommy,” Ella mumbled and Jake nodded. He carried Ella in his arms and walked up the stairs toward their shared room. Alex stayed in his spot, still staring at that beat-up wrung of the stool. 

Jake knocked softly on the bedroom door, waiting for the invite from Y/N to let him in. He knew not to overcrowd her and make her feel uncomfortable. Sometimes Y/N reminded him of a scared, feral dog that had been kicked one too many times. But her quiet, soft voice granted him permission to come in, and Jake gently pushed the door open. 

Y/N was facing the door and looked up to see her baby girl with tears rolling down her cheeks. Y/N gave Jake a sad smile and shifted a bit in bed to make room for Ella. Silently, Jake stepped across the threshold and brought Ella to Y/N. 

“My baby girl, what are the tears for?” Y/N asked Ella, as Jake pulled back the covers and gently placed her next to her mom. 

“I don’t want you to be sad,” Ella mumbled, tears welling up in her eyes. 

“I know,” Y/N said softly, “I’ll only be sad for a little while, I promise.” She pulled Ella in close to her chest and rubbed her back. Ella was like Jake in so many ways, that the small gesture was a sure way to make them both fall asleep. 

Jake smiled at his girls before returning downstairs to make Y/N some tea. Alex was still in the same spot as he was when Jake went upstairs. He eyed his child as he filled and set the kettle on the stove. Jake always felt like he had a hard time connecting with Alex. Y/N was already four months pregnant with him when Jake came home from a mission. And Jake had to leave when he was only three months old for another mission. Alex was also the complete opposite of his father and Jake struggled to find things they had in common. 

“What’re you thinking about, Lex?” Jake asked, leaning against the counter. 

“Do you know where I can get white roses?” Alex said, looking up at his dad. Jake’s eyebrows furrowed, “Uncle Rooster always gets Aunt Dragon white roses on Ida’s birthday. He says they are for membrance.” 

“Remembrance,” Jake said, “And I think I know a place where we can get some.” 

— — — 

Three days later, Jake and Alex were in the middle of Y/N’s garden, while she sat in a chair with Ella. Doctor Carpenter told her to take the next couple of days easy while her body and mind processed the news of the miscarriage. The kids had been a great help, keeping Y/N’s mind off the loss and giving her the extra cuddles that she didn’t know she needed. 

“White Roses love the sun,” Y/N said, as Alex finished digging the whole, “You picked a perfect spot, Alex.” 

The little boy wiped the sweat from his brow as Jake brought over the poted plant, “Thanks, momma.” 

“Alright Ella, you want to come help with this?” Jake asked, and the little girl happily obliged. She wiggled out of her moms lap and walked over to where the two boys were standing. 

Jake gently pulled the rose bush from the bucket it sat in, remembering all the critiques Y/N gave him while he helped her plant to other flowers in the garden. Ella and Alex cupped the bottom of the plant as they gently eased it into the hole. Y/N stood up from her chair and walked over to her family, watching as the kids covered the base of the rose bush with fresh soil. She felt the sting of tears in her eyes as Jake put his arm around her, pulling her flush against his side. 

“There!” Alex said, clapping the dirt off of his hands, “Do you like it?!” 

“We love it, baby,” Jake smiled, “Now come here! Family hug!” Y/N giggled as the kids ran right towards their legs, hugging them tightly, “I love you guys, with all my heart, and all my being.”

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Frogger Pt 2 (Peter Maximoff X Reader)

Summary: You return to peters house to finish what you started, but he’s way ahead of you.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Very smutty, Masturbation, sub!peter (no mommy kink tho bc Idr fuck with that), edging, whiny Peter, pantie stealing

A/n: I can’t get this divider to work right and I’ve also just realized that Frogger came out on Atari in ‘83 not ‘73,,, so just ignore that huge plot hole pls 🙏🏻 Speaking of which, I’d like to take this moment to say: Frogger? I hardly know her!

Okay thats it. Thank you for reading!!

Pt 1

After picking my little brother up from school, I pull into our driveway.

“Alright come on, Finn. you’re gonna learn how to heat up a TV dinner today,” I say as I open the passenger door for my brother, ushering him quickly towards our front door.

“Why?” he asks, confused as we enter our home.

“Cause I got shit to do. You’ve got five minutes to ask questions then I’m leaving,” I say as I walk into the bathroom right next to our kitchen to check my reflection. “So, you better start now,” I say as I reapply my lipstick.

“What? Does mom know?” he asks, sounding horrified.

“No and she won’t find out because I’ll be home before she gets back from her Tupperware party and you aren’t gonna say anything,” I say as I shake my finger in his face.

“Y/n, I’m only eight. What if someone breaks in?” he squeaks as he follows my quick steps to the freezer. I open the door, pulling out a random frozen meal.

“Then hide,” I say flatly, knowing that our neighborhood is safe. He looks at me, still horrified.

“Ugh,” I groan before grabbing a pen and writing the Maximoff phone number on our calendar that’s hanging on the fridge. “I’m going to Peters. This is their phone number. Call and ask for me if anything happens. I should be back in an hour or two,” I say before grabbing my keys off the counter and walking to the door.  “Lock the doors, don’t answer for anyone unless it’s me, mom, or dad and stay inside the house,” I say as I unlatch the wooden door.

“Wait! You didn’t tell me about the dinner!” he stops me in my tracks.

“You can read right?” I ask, he nods his head. “Directions are on the box,” I lock the door behind me as I all but run towards my vehicle.

As I take the short drive to Peters house, my heart races in anticipation. I hate to admit it, but I managed to get just as worked up as he did- if not, more. My Fleetwood Mac cassette plays loudly in my stereo, but all I can hear is the whimpers that escaped Peter’s mouth earlier. He looked so fucking pathetic writhing underneath me, mewling through shaky breaths; It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The image of peter standing half naked, desperate, and confused with his pants so tight around his erection that his button could pop off at any moment makes more core ache. I pull up to the Maximoff house, parking halfway on the curb, but I’m in too much of a hurry to fix it. I sprint up to the door, taking a deep breath to compose myself before knocking. Ms. Maximoff soon opens the door.

“Y/n, back so soon?”  she grins, allowing me to enter.

“Yes ma'am, I have something that I need to finish,” I smile innocently. She nods.

“Peter should be downstairs, I haven’t seen him since you left,” she walks back to the kitchen, leaving me to make my way to Peter’s room. I quietly walk down the stairs, stepping onto the shag carpet. I freeze in my tracks, my breath hitching in my throat and my heart skipping a beat at the sight in front of me.

Peter sitting upright on his couch, completely naked, his head thrown back, resting on the back of the sofa as his hand pumps his rock hard dick. His eyes are squeezed shut as his mouth hangs agape, releasing the hottest whimpers I’ve ever heard. His cheeks and lips are flushed as his nose scrunches in pleasure… then I hear it.

“Fuck, y/n” he mewls, so quiet I could barely hear it, but the sound of him muttering my name as he strokes himself rings through my ears like a trumpet, making my knees weak.

‘Oh, this gonna be wicked!’ I smirk to myself.

“Yes?” I bite my lip, approaching the disheveled boy. Peter’s so stunned that he just jumps up. He doesn’t zoom away. He just stands there with the most horrified expression I’ve ever seen.

“I-I-I didn’t- I wasn’t- y/n,” he sputters, I walk up to him, gently pushing him back down to the couch.

“You weren’t what?” I sit next to him, placing a hand on his chest; He’s hot to the touch. “Rubbing one out while thinking about me?” I ask lowly.

“I well, y-y-you just left me,” he says, staring at me with wide eyes, his dick still standing at attention. “I tried not to, it just wouldn’t go away,” he explains as he pushes his sweaty hair out of his face.

“Hmm,” I tap a finger to my lips in mock consideration. “I think I know how to help you,” I say with a shrug. Peter smiles at me, settling into the couch, closing his eyes, waiting for me to touch him. I get down on my knees in between his legs. “But I need you to show me what you were doing first,” I look up at him, laying my head on his bare thigh. He looks down at me, confused.

“Y-you want me to…” he motions towards his erection.

“Mhm,” I hum, looking at him through my lashes. His cheeks burn bright red, but he slowly moves his hand to his length. I watch intently as he begins to stroke himself. His hand runs over his red, swollen tip and he lets out a quiet whimper. “I wanna hear you, Peter,” I hum.

Even though he’s embarrassed, I can tell that he’s enjoying this. His breath quickens and his dick twitches in his hand as I speak. He picks up speed, obeying my command, letting out a pathetic little moan, as he stares down at me. “I think I know what you’re doing wrong,” the sultry tone drips from my tongue as I sit up on my knees.

“What?” he asks, his voice small as he watches my every move. I take his length into my own hand, dipping my head down, gathering spit in my mouth that I allow to drip from my lips onto his swollen tip. His brown eyes, wide as saucers, watches the saliva trickles onto him.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers as I use my fingers to spread the lubrication around. I hear his breath hitch, then I pull my hand away.

“Now try it,” I smile. I can tell he’s getting sexually frustrated.

“Really?” He whines. “But I want-“ he whines some more before I stop him.

“Do it, Peter,” I say sternly. He gulps, returning his hand to his now slick cock. He moans, throwing his head back.

“Doesn’t that feel better, baby?” I coo. He looks down at me, nodding his head. I slowly shift from my knees to sit on my ass, keeping his desperate eyes locked into mine. I spread my legs, revealing my soaked white panties underneath my skirt. Peter whimpers loudly at the sight, thrusting his hips into his hand.

“C-come on y/n, what are you tryin’ to do to me?” He groans, breathlessly.

“I’m helping you, quickie,” I giggle lightly before I run my hand over my clothed core. Peter shifts on the couch, sitting up to get a better view. His hand picks up speed around his length. I hum at the contact on my core, laying my head back, allowing my hair to fall from my shoulders down my back. I tilt my head to the side, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth when I catch Peters gaze locked onto my dripping panties, not even blinking as he pumps his cock mercilessly. The muscles in his arm tense and his dick twitches, precum oozes out.

“Fuck I think I’m gonna-“ he whimpers breathlessly.

“Stop,” I demand. “Remove your hand, Peter,” I direct him as I continue rubbing circles on my clit through the thin cotton. With a reluctant whimper, he pulls away.

“Mmm,” I slide my panties slowly down my legs, he watches with intensity. I’ve never seen him focus on anything this long before. “Good boy,” I praise, tossing the panties beside him on the couch. He looks at them, then back at me. I giggle, pulling my sweater and my tank top over my head, leaving me in just my bra and skirt. When I return my gaze to the couch, Peters eyes are still locked on me like before, but my panties are gone.

‘That pathetic little perverted kleptomaniac,’ I smile to myself. I don’t mention it-allowing him to keep the drenched panties as a prize for listening so well. Instead, I just bring my fingers down to my now exposed core. His eyes follow my hand like a cat’s follow a laser pointer. I use a finger to dip into my soaking entrance, dragging my slick up to my clit before I begin to rub circles on the sensitive skin.

“Mmm, fuck, Peter,” I relish the pleasure that I bring myself. He let’s out a string of mewls as he thrusts up into the air, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Are- Are you tryin’ to kill me?” He whispers, bringing his gaze from my slick folds up to my eyes. I can’t help but laugh at the desperate state of the poor boy.

“What do you mean?” I play Innocent as I move my fingers back to my entrance.

“I-“ He starts but he’s immediately distracted when I slip my finger inside myself, letting out a pornographic moan.

“Go on Peter,” I smirk. “I’m listening,” I bat my lashes.

“You’re just so-“ he speaks as if his mouth has gone dry.

“Fuck,” I let out another moan, purposely cutting him off again as I slip another finger inside myself and begin to curl up into that special spot.

“Please,” he whimpers, his voice cracks, his legs are shaking, his silver hair is stuck to his face with sweat and his dick is so hard that the tip has taken on a purple hue. Finally, I broke him. “Please, please, please, y/n please I’ll do anything,” he whines, pleading for mercy.

I smile, hoping up then turning around, slowly sliding my skirt down, bending over as I push the thin fabric to my feet.

“Please,” he whimpers again. I turn back around, smiling at the poor boy. “I’m not sure I’m enjoying this as much as you are,” he mewls as I straddle his waist. He winces when his erection slaps against my stomach.

“Oh, don’t lie to me Peter,” I whisper in his ear. I bring my fingers that I was using on myself up to his mouth, he happily opens, sucking them clean as he stares up at me with his big puppy eyes.

Jesus Christ I moan internally.

“You’re doing so good for me,” I bring my face right in front of his, grabbing either side of his cheeks with the same hand. “Don’t act up now,” I say sternly. He responds with an audible gulp. “Tell me Peter. Tell me how much you’re enjoying our time together right now,” I whisper as I ghost the fingers of my free hand over his needy cock. He twitches in my hand.

“I-you-“ he gulps again. His wide eyes looking directly into mine. “Y/n, this is hotter than any porno I’ve ever seen,” he admits whole heartedly, through muffled words as my hand squeezes his cheeks together a bit, earning a genuine laugh out of me.

“Well luckily for you,” I grab his length firmly, beginning to pump him slowly. “You won’t have to rent those stupid films anymore, not with me around,” I smirk before I bring him into a kiss, wrapping one hand in the back of his head. To my surprise, he kisses back intensely. His hands shoot up, grabbing both sides of my face to pull my head closer to his. He kisses me with strong desire.

“You don’t know what you’re doin’ to me,” he groans into the kiss. I lift my hips up, not breaking the passionate kiss, using my hand to line him up with my dripping entrance.

“Of course, I do, Peter,” I whisper before setting down on his desperate cock, taking him all the way into me in one swift motion. He lets out a loud whimper- almost a shriek. “Shhh” I giggle against his lips, stifling my own moan.

“I’m sorry,” he whines. He peers into my eyes with his chest heaving, sweat covering every inch of his toned body while his shaky hands hold their death grip on my hips. I place my hands behind me onto his thighs so I can slowly slide myself up down on his length.

“It’s okay Peter, but you gotta keep it down a bit. Can you do that for me, baby?” I coo. He nods his head as he watches in awe as I fuck myself on him, unable to look away. He fills me up perfectly, his desperate cock sliding in out of my velvet walls earns a few low moans out of me. ”You’re so big, Peter,” I compliment, he smiles at me flashing his dimples. With a surge of confidence, he brings his fingers to his mouth, wetting them before bringing them to my clit, tracing figure eights, watching my face for approval. “Mmm, that feels good, baby. Good job,” I praise him. He moves his fingers faster, and faster, and faster to the point that his hand is just a blur. ”Fuck!” I accidentally shout from the vibrations coursing through my body.

“Shhh,” he smirks. “You gotta keep it down, remember?” he mocks me. I can’t help but laugh, his sudden confidence is a bigger turn on than I thought it would be. He moves his hand from my core- much to my disappointment- before he grabs my hips again.

“May I?” he asks politely, his voice small again as he thrusts into me, wanting to take a bit of control. I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Mhm,” I grant him permission. “Only since you’ve listened so well,” I smirk. As soon as I give him the okay, he’s pounding into me mercilessly.

“Peter!” I shout in surprise and pleasure as he thrusts into me at inhuman rates. The speedster doesn’t seem to hear me as he throws his head back in pleasure.

“Thank you,” he whimpers. “You feel so fucking good, oh my god,” he whines, still somehow sounding submissive even when I’ve given him control. I quickly feel my release nearing as I grip onto his shoulders to keep him from bucking me off. I’ve never been so worked up in my life, my body feels like it’s on fire as I watch the handsome boys hips blur underneath me.

“Peter, I’m close,” I moan, my words come out punctuated as if I’m in a vehicle that’s driving 100mph down a pothole filled gravel road. His head shoots up at my words.

“Please y/n,” he whimpers as I bring my lips to his. “Please I wanna feel you cum while I’m inside you, please,” he whines and begs like a starving puppy, sending me over the edge. Pleasure shoots from my vibrating core throughout my whole body as a string of moans and curses fall from my lips. “Thank you,” I hear him mewl as I chase the euphoria I’m feeling.

‘Did he just thank me, for cumming on him?’ I think to myself. This man knows exactly how to get me worked up, and I don’t even think he realizes it. Suddenly, with a fwp I’ve lost all contact with him as I’m sat beside him on the couch. His eyes hungrily explore my body while he continues to pump himself as whimpers and groans fall from his lips, his dick is visibly twitching.

‘oh’ my confusion subsides once I realized he was about to cum himself. I regain my position on my knees between his legs, watching his face as I take him into my mouth. I consider ruining his orgasm again, but before I can make up my mind, his eyes are scrunched shut and his nose is wrinkled in pleasure as the hottest, most pathetic whimper I’ve ever heard fall from his swollen lips like music to my ears.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he groans as he empties his seed onto my tongue. I swallow the huge load, kitten licking his slit and hollowing out my cheeks a few more times for good measure. He falls onto the couch, lifeless. His chest heaving, the muscles in his legs twitching and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Peter?” I ask, slightly concerned. “Peter?” I ask again a but louder, slapping his leg as I stand from the ground, sitting next to him.

“I…” he slowly turns his head next to me. I can almost see his heart beating out of his chest. “I think you just changed me as a man,” he pants. I laugh at his revelation, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Well I’m honored to be the one to do it,” I smile. He slowly sits up, holding his head as if he’s dizzy.

“I’m fucking starving,” he sighs. I stand up, starting to get dressed.

“Well, clean up real quick and we can go get some food after I check on my brother,” I smile. His eyes light up at the mention of food. He stands, taking a step then stopping, looking at me confused. He takes another step, stopping.

“You broke me, I can’t even zoom across the room,” he looks mortified. I giggle putting my hand on his shoulder.

“It will come back soon, give your body time to catch up,” I slip my skirt on, without my panties. “At least I know your weakness now,” I giggle.

“A dominant woman?” he smiles as he slips on his shirt.

“My used panties,” I smirk, motioning to the white fabric sticking out of his bedside drawer. His eyes go wide.

“I’m sorry you can ha-“ I cut him off.

“Keep ‘em. I think you earned it,” I wink. He looks away with blushed cheeks before dressing his bottom half.

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Taken

Pairing: The Grabber x fem reader

Warning: Kidnapping, violence, possible dubcon, manipulation, bad language, toxic, NSFW, abuse, Stockholm syndrome!

A/n: Soo I started writing this story I couple years ago and never got to finish it since my old account got deleted soo Imma have my Frankenstein moment! Hope you like! Also I listen to music to help me write stories soo the song for this story particular is Put Me In a Movie-Lana Del Rey

Ps. I don’t condone anything this character does he’s a bad person like all the other slashers!

First + second person pov! Also alternating pov!

There I was running for my life in the middle of the street. No idea where I was or where I was going just knew I needed to leave. I’ve been with my boyfriend for 4 years now. He was a good man but not anymore. I still can’t wrap my head around what happened to him, all I know is he changed. Let me explain how I got in this situation, to make a long story short I’ll start at this morning.

I woke up to the sound of things being thrown about. “What are you doing?” I asked rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “You are a piece of shit you know that!? I should have left you back home! You are worthless!” Your scum of a man shouted at you. “What did I do!?” He turned around and slapped you hard. “You know exactly! Hiding my shit! You are such a child” You held your cheek as you grit your teeth. “You would probably like that huh? I see how you look at any woman!” You spat at him. He completely ignored you as he found his keys. “I’m going to work don’t be a cunt.” He said slamming the door behind him. You huffed looking around at the mess he created, you two had just moved here and got settled in. You couldn’t believe that you left everything for him! Your friends and family just to be abused by him.

Later on during that night you received a call from the douchebag. “Hey I’ll be home late I gotta work overtime.” This was your chance! You could leave him, stop this madness you’ve learned to deal with and take. Well not anymore once the phone hung up you were fast on your feet packing your stuff. It wasn’t a lot you guys moved a lot and when you move a lot you lose a lot too. Your whole life could fit in a backpack and it did. After packing you decided to take a quick shower and brush your teeth. It maybe took you an hour to do everything, you were trying to be quick and thank god you were for when you put your last shoe on, your prick of a boyfriend was walking in the door. “You liar” you thought as you ran to the bathroom locking the door behind you. “Y/n! What are you doing!? Y/n!” He yelled, as he banged on the door you quickly toss your bag out the bathroom window at this point he was practically kicking in the door. But once you crawled out the window and your feet hint the ground the bathroom door gave in. You grabbed your bag and ran hearing the abusive prick scream your name.

And that’s exactly how I got here, running for what felt like miles till I saw a mysterious man and a black van. “Please help me! Please” I said getting closer to the man noticing he was walking a rather large dog. “A man is trying to hurt me! He’ll kill me if he catches me!” I practically yelled. “Okay, okay I’ll help you.. here jump in here.” The man said opening the back of his van. I knew this was sketchy but anything was better then that ex of mine. After a couple minutes I heard him yell. “Hey excuse have you seen a girl about yay high, h/c hair, e/c eyes?” He sounded out of breath as he should be for chasing me. “No I haven’t seen any girl I’ve been walking Samson here.” The man said watching the other breathless man. Hearing his footsteps fade the van door opened. “Thank you so much! I really appreciate it!” The man smiled. “You wanna see a magic trick?” You looked at the man finally noticing he had a top hat and dark shades on which was weird to you since it was night time. Before words left your mouth the man grabbed you and sprayed this sticky liquid in your mouth. You coughed for the taste was terrible and sung the back of your throat. Before the man pushed you back and slammed the door you managed to hit and scratch him . “H-hey! W-what did you give m-me?” You coughed out hearing a hush and the van engine turning on. Samson, the dog bark making your ears ring roughly. You fought as hard as you could but you soon blacked out.

“My neck, my fucking neck. I should snap yours for what you did to my neck.” The man growled before tossing you onto a mattress on the floor. Sitting up I looked at him the best I could, vision still blurry from whatever he gave me. Looking at my surroundings to see what I assumed was a dirty basement. “Jesus it’s covered in blood.” You looked at the man as he crouched beside you giving you a good view of his devilish mask. “It’s like I killed someone. You see that?” He huffed showing me his scratched neck then waving his fingers in my face. “Not like you can see shit.” Starring at the man you grew fearful. “I know that you’re scared but I’m not going to hurt you anymore. What I said about snapping your neck..I was angry is all you did a number in my neck.” He chuckled. “I’m not gonna hold it against you” he said in a more light tone scooting closer to you. “I guess now we’re even.” He said was he played with your hair. “You don’t have to be scared, because nothing bad is going to happen here and on that I give my word Johnny.” The man put up two fingers signaling he swore. “You like soda? Hm? I’ll tell you what imma go get you a soda and then- is that the phone? Did you hear a phone ring?” He got a bit closer to your face so close you could feel his breath if it wasn't for his emotionless mask. “I’m going to get see who it is then I’ll get you a soda and then I’ll come back and explain everything hm?” He stood up and walked to the door turning to take one last look before shutting and locking the door. Gripping the mattress, I looked around seeing this dirty basement was pretty nice. Seeing beside me a black phone, I debated on picking it up but who would I call? I asked myself. Not knowing what was in my system I thought it best to try to sleep it off so I did.

When I woke up the lights were off and the door was still shut. Looking around I was able to get a better view of my surroundings. I grasp the black phone, taking it off the hook and holding it to my ear just to easy my curiosity. "It doesn't work, not since I was a kid. Hang it up." You jumped a little at the sudden noise. Hanging up the phone you turned around to see your kidnapper. The man flipped the lights on. " I know you're scared and want to go home." You stared at the man only seeing his figure due to him not being in the line of light. "I'll take you home soon. Its just..ugh everything is fucked up. I got to be upstairs for a while somethings come up." You nodded a little. "What?" you said softly. "Nevermind what." he said in a tone. "Is it someone up there?" Walking into light you saw the mans mask, it was different he had a big creepy smile and he had a small band-aid like bandage on his neck. For some weird reason you found this mask more comforting then the emotionless one. The man growled. "No one can hear anything if the door's shut I sound proofed it myself, so if you wish to scream or yell do as much as you like, you won't bother anyone." You watched the man grab the door and began to shut it. "I-i don't have a home." The man looked at you and walked back into the room so you could see his face. " I will never make you do anything you won't..like." You backed away a bit, deciding to sit down on the mattress. You were uncomfortable to say the less but for some reason you weren't scared. The man noted your sudden change and shut the door behind him deciding it was best to leave then to keeping the conversation going with you. Once the man left you looked around the room, you found a toilet backed away in a little hall way, old rolls of carpet, and a crack in the cement. Not knowing what to do with your recent discoveries you decided it was just best to try to sleep again. It was annoying but what else did you have to do?

You swore it had been forever since your captor came back down to see you. You sat on the bed with your knees to your chest starring at the door. This isolation was killing you. You stared picking the skin around your fingernails causing them to bleed every now and again. You were anxious, did he forget about you? Were you going to starve to death in this dirty basement? Did someone catch him? Did he not what you anymore? What a minute you thought to yourself did you want him to want you? Snapping out of your thoughts as you heard the door unlock and be pushed open. You sat up letting your knees go. The man walked in with a tray of food. "W-what did you put in that?" You asked as you watched the man walk towards you. "Salt and pepper." He chuckled placing the tray at the end of the mattress he sighed. "Eat it don't eat it. You're already down here, why would I need to drug you?" You were beyond starving, scooting to the end of the mattress you pulled the tray back to the spot you were just in. "Thank you." The Grabber leaned his head to the side watching you through the holes in his mask. As you began to eat the man turned to leave. You nearly choked on eggs trying to speak fast enough to catch him. "Hey! ...Stay." The man looked at you over his shoulder seeing you sitting on your knees. "Please...I don't want to be alone." Watching the man he nodded and walked towards you. You moved to the edge of a corner on the mattress so he could sit on the end, which he did. You noted that the man watched you as you ate and drunk the glass soda he put on the tray.

Once you finished you stared at the man. "What's your name?" "What's yours?" He asked uncomfortable answering the question. "Y/n" You said softly. "That's a beautiful name." You smiled a fair blush forming on your cheeks. You knew none of this was right, especially how you were feeling. Why were you okay with this? You kept asking yourself. "Why did you take me?" Asking softly the man growled a little not liking the question. "I couldn't leave you." He answered, knowing you weren't going to get any more detail you nodded. "Are you the man on the TV? Who took those boys?" You watched his face, his eyes looking for some humanly reaction, but nothing. "That wasn't me, that was someone else.." Not believing him fully you decided to not try to pull more info. "Who was that guy?" Finally asking you a question. "My ex boyfriend bf/n." "Why were you running from him?" You looked down not wanting to talk about it. "He was abusing me. Physically" The man studied your face, scooting closer to you he pushed your hair behind your ear. Looking at his eyes then the smiling mouth of his mask, without thought you reached to touch the mask but as your finger tips grazed the surface the man grabbed your hand tightly moving it away from him. You jumped a little at the sudden movement making the man huff. Letting you go the man stood and walked to the door taking the tray with him. "Wait! I'm sorry I won't do it again." You begged but the nameless man pulled the door to leaving it unlocked. Running to the door you went to open it but you hesitated, leaving the door alone you walked back to the mattress.

After that day you would only see him when he brought you food. You hated yourself for ever trying to touch his mask. He didn't talk to you and he always wore his emotionless mask. You grew to seek his attention and presence. Not knowing if it was the isolation or just the simple fact you were weirdly attracted to him. Not having no sense of time you woke up on what felt like the 50th day, laying curled in a ball watching the phone swing. "Stop it.." "Stop what?" Jumping up you looked at the man seeing he only had his mouth piece of his mask on. "What are you doing?" You said shaky, looking down at yourself just to see if anything was out of place. "I didn't touch you." You looked up at him without lifting your head. "Don't look at me like that." He said with a voice crack at the end. "I just wanted to look at you.." Feeling your breath hence, you pulled your knees to your chest. The man stood from the spot he was just crouching at and walked to you. He sat in front of you starring at you never breaking eye contact. "Your eyes are blue.." He nodded. "My name is Albert. But don't call me that." You smiled softly liking that he was opening up to you, it made you comfortable but it also made these stupid butterflies fly around your semi empty stomach. "Can I call you Al?" You knew who he was, he was The Grabber, the man all over news who took those boys, but you questioned your reality wanting to believe it wasn't him like he said. You did believe it but not in your heart. He nodded as he raised his hand to your face softly brushing his finger against your cheek, you tensed at the contact but relaxed as he continued. Slowly he moved his hand to your chin rubbing it with his thumb and index finger before he rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb. Heart beating fast and loud like a drum you watched him his eyes going back and forth from your lips to your eyes.

"Al."you said breathlessly. Hushing you the man lend in and pressed the lips of his mask onto yours. So many thoughts ran through your head. Should you push him away? Kiss the cold fake lips? Or just sit there? Without thought you kissed the lips of the mask back then pulled away as he did. Albert stared at you his eyebrows raised giving him a sad look. "Al?" He stood up without a word and walked out locking the door behind him, leaving you there alone and confused.

Weeeeelllllll this is part 1 of the story! I hope you guys like it! I'm sorry it's so long but man when I get a story I just can't stop lol anywho part 2 should be up later!

[specialagentlokitty]

Rossi x Male!reader - my everything

Imagine Rossi coming back to the BAU with a husband so when Derek or someone makes a joke about a new potential wife Rossi is just like "naw im done with women I have a husband now" and obviously after he tells them they have to have a family dinner where they meet Rossi's husband who is really shy but is SUPER big on physical touch and words of affirmation.... 👀 like reader is just touching Rossi in any possible way while telling him how much he loves him and how strong and BEAUTIFUL he is👀👀👀 - Anon💜

Rossi had once again glanced down at his phone on the jet, smiling a little bit as he saw your name pop up on the screen.

You hadn’t talked much throughout the case, though you loved messaging him you wanted him to prioritise work, so he wouldn’t always message you when they were on the way home.

That way you knew when he was coming back and it was also a way of him giving you the all clear to message him.

You: I think we should get a dog

Rossi rolled his eyes slightly.

Rossi: absolutely not, because then you’ll want another and we’d end up with a whole rescue.

He went to set his phone down only for it to chime again, this time Derek looked up, pushing his headphones down.

“Alright that’s the five time in the space of three minutes your phones gone off, usually you stay away from it.” he said.

JJ and Emily glanced up at the two.

“He’s right, we’ve never seen you on your phone so much.” JJ said.

“Do you have another wife Dave? Because I thought you learned your lesson about this.” Hotch smirked.

Rossi chuckled, putting his phone into his blazer and he held his hands up in defence.

“No, no wife. Believe me I’ve definitely learned my lesson about marrying women.”

“So, spill, tell us everything because you know Garcia is an easily find out.” Emily smirked.

“Is it a new woman?” Derek grinned.

Rossi chuckled a little bit, shaking his head at them all.

“No, I’m quite finished with women now. I am quite happy with my husband whom is waiting for me at home.”

There was the sound of a few things being dropped.

“Husband?!” Everybody yelled.

Immediately they were all crowding around him, Derek being Garcia up on the laptop so she could get involved in the conversation as well.

“How did we not know you had a husband?” Reid asked.

“While at work we both agreed it would be best if I didn’t wear our wedding band on my ring finger, just for safety.”

Rossi reached into the pocket of his blazer, pulling out a small thin box, and inside was a simple yet elegant wedding band, and he slipped it on.

“How long have you been married?!” Garcia squealed.

“Yes Dave, how long?” Hotch asked.

“Two years and counting.”

Rossi had to carry on answering the bombardment of questions he was getting since there was nowhere for him to hide.

And as the jet began its decent he spoke up.

“Come to my house this weekend, I would like to introduce you all to (Y/N). He is shy, and he can be rather nervous around people.” Rossi said.

They all quickly agreed, and when he got home Rossi told you about the dinner before anything else.

You didn’t have to stay for the whole dinner if you didn’t want to, he was happy for you to just meet each other and for you to wonder away.

But you preferred to be near him, so while he was in the kitchen cooking, you were taking a shower, and getting ready to meet everybody.

You didn’t want to meet them all one by one, that would be awkward and make it harder for you to find time to be with Rossi, so you waited for them all to be there.

Once Derek finally turned up Rossi came to the bedroom, walking over to you he placed his hands on the side of your face and kissed your forehead.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be.” You smiled.

Rossi stood up, letting you interlock your fingers with his and he led you to the kitchen.

You were quickly introduced to everybody, and you stood next to Dave while you listened to them talk.

You glanced behind you, shuffling to the right and little bit to put your back against his while he was cooking.

“Are you alright?” Rossi asked.

You hummed a little bit.

“I’m good thank you, you look really handsome in that shirt, I think you should get more that colour.”

Rossi looked at his dark blue shirt.

“You think?”

You hummed again.

“I like it.”

you spun around, planting a kiss to his shoulder before going to get a glass of water.

Grabbing your water, you made your way back over to him, placing your head against his arm while he spoke to his team.

“So what is it about our lovely Rossi that caught your eye?” Garcia asked.

You smiled to yourself.

“I saw him every week at a quiet bar, and I just thought he was really handsome���”

“Aw, really?” JJ asked.

You smiled a little more nodding your head.

Rossi was moved behind you to do something but he kept your hand in his as he did.

“Yeah… he was just the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.. like.. the ancients romans and Greeks would’ve made statues about him… poets would’ve written stories about him to be stores forever in time…”

Everybody smiled softly as they listened to you.

“I love him, and no song or poem will ever be enough for me to be able to describe how I really feel about him…”

“That’s really beautiful.” Emily smiled.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Hotch asked.

You nodded softly, turning around to look at Rossi and your eyes immediately softened.

Your heart melted as you watched him, every time you laid eyes on him.

The team went back to talking among themselves and you walked over, wrapping your arms around him, resting your head on his back.

“I love you so much Dave…”

Rossi placed a hand over yours.

“I love you too…” he whispered back.

You smiled to yourself, just staying there while he was cooking, only moving if you had to, or to go help somebody with something.

But you always found your way back to his side, you always found your way back under his arms or near him.

And neither of you would have it any other way

[crustless-toast]

Screaming Your Name

Here is Chapter 1 to Screaming Your Name! An Oc x Daryl Dixon story! I'm gonna really try to not make the story too cringy and if I am please let me know so I can fix it lol. I hope you enjoy it either way!

I'm a little new to posting on Tumblr so I hope to be able to link all the chapter together properly as I post them. Until then, Enjoy!!

Raven was like any normal person. She worked a boring retail job that paid close to nothing. Just to go home to an empty house, pay bills, eat and sleep. Nothing exciting really happened in her life. She was just different than the average person. She enjoyed the little things. She was more of a glass half full kind of gal. Always enjoying the little things in the world. Unfortunately, the world came to an end. She wasn’t the athletic type but when monsters are chasing you down to eat you alive the only thing you can do is run. Running is what led her to her new life with people she never thought would enter it. She found friends, family, and love. She learned to fight, to face her fears, and to keep pushing forward even through the dark times. Out of everything all she wanted was to get one man to open up to her more. To show him the good that was left in the world. For Daryl Dixon to see there is still hope in the world. That life is still good. 

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Gripping my blanket closer to my body, I shiver as cold sweats soak my body. I don’t know how much more I can handle this. My cold that I've had from the start of this, has turned into something much worse.

 What medicine I did have is gone. Finding medicine is close to impossible nowadays. A few Advil here and there, as well as a bag of cough drops can only get you so far. Everywhere I’ve looked has already been picked through. The more populated areas are hard to look through. Too many of the dead filling those areas. I can't look through them on my own. It’s close to impossible. 

The summer heat had no effect on my cold body. The warmth just feels like the blanket. The slight breeze just makes me shiver more. If it was a normal day in the old world, people would think I was insane having a thick blanket wrapped around me with the sun beating down on me. But in the old world I’d have medicine and I'd be fine in a few days.

The sound of the dead was behind me and there was nowhere to go. No place to hide. I looked around to maybe find something, but there was only an empty road surrounded by woods. I grip my knife, deciding my only option was the woods. 

My legs were getting so heavy. I was having a hard time staying ahead of them. I needed to keep moving but I had to stop. My throat was burning from the sickness and the heat. I need to stop and to drink some of my water. Quickly getting back up. The sun was starting to set and it was getting too dark to see. 

I was getting too tired to keep going. My eyes feeling like someone is pushing them closed. I drop my bag, dropping to my knees but I kept a tight grip on my knife. Taking deep breaths that end with me coughing. I covered my mouth with my blanket, needing to keep quiet incase any of the dead were near. 

I jump at the snap of a twig not that far from behind me. Looking around, seeing if there was anything up ahead. I didn’t see much, but there was something ahead of me. It was hard to tell what it was exactly. But what light was left I could see something reflecting. Like a window.

Grabbing my bag, I moved ahead, dragging my bag next to me. Not having the strength to pick it up. As I got closer, I could see it was a cabin of some kind right in the center of an open field. Abandoned before the world ended. 

Growling was behind me. Staying here was my only option. 

Throwing my bag on my shoulder, almost making me fall. I raised my knife and slowly made my way to the cabin. I head up to the steps of the porch, listening closly to see if I could hear anything. So far nothing. 

I closed the door behind me, locking it with its old rusty padlock and placed a chair in front of it that was close by. Moving forward once my eyes were adjusted to the darkness. There was another door in front of me that led to the other side of the cabin. I drop my bag, heading to the door to close it as well as put a chair in front of it. In case something comes in I could hear it first.

To my left looked to be some kind of dining room with a table flipped over and chairs thrown all over. As well as the kitchen that appeared to be cleared out with every cabinet opened wide.. To my right I think it was a living room. It was empty with only a couch that looked so comfortable. The livingroom appeared to have a small hall that lead to other rooms. Each was empty with nothing in them but some old furniture that was rusted and destroyed. 

Grabbing my bag I made my way to the couch. My body relaxed as I sunk into it. Not caring about the dust. Exhausted from having to run all day. 

Reaching in my bag I grabbed my water, but it was empty. Just my luck. I didn’t realize I drank it all already. 

My body was so cold. I could see the bottle shaking in my hands. I dropped it, not caring where it went. Gripping my blanket even tighter around me as I lay down, my knife still in my hand. Finally being able to rest my head on something that wasn’t a hard floor. I don’t care that I can feel the springs in the cushions. I was so tired and sick. I couldn’t keep my eyes open any more. No matter how hard I fought it. I needed rest so I let myself sleep.

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A loud bang woke me from my sleep, but I couldn't move. My body was so heavy. I couldn't keep my eyes open long enough to see if it was one of the dead or not. I was still shaking to the point where it hurt even more. My bones are sore from, well, everything. My knife was no longer in my hand. I must have dropped it in my sleep.

I could hear footsteps getting closer to me. I opened my eyes just enough to see the sun was up, shining through the windows. A figure walked into the door frame. I can barely make out a man holding something. It was pointed at me. 

“You bit?!” The voice was stern, southern and loud. 

I close my eyes, not able to keep them opened any longer. “N-no. Sick.” 

“Sick, how?” 

My lips quiver as I try to speak, “Fr-from a cold. I-i had fr-from the begin-beginning.” 

“Is it just you?” He was demanding an answer. 

I nod, too tired to answer. 

I felt a hand being placed on my forehead. His fingers were cold and rough. 

“Ya burin up.” 

I grip my blanket closer, “So-so cold.” 

I hear things moving around. I couldn't tell if he was taking my stuff or looking around the place. I didn’t care either way. 

“My camp has a Doctor. ‘M take ya to him,” Before I could answer him, I could feel his arms snaking under me. He grabs my arm and places it over his shoulder. Picking me up from the couch. With my blanket still gripped in my hands, I wrapped my arms tighter around him. Scared to fall. 

“Gonna make me hot,” He says in my ears.

He started to walk. I opened my eyes enough to see who this man was. His face was a little dirty, with some facial hair around his mouth. His hair was short and filled with sweat. His eyes were sharp, looking at everything around him.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. 

He looked down at me for a second, and his eyes were a sharp blue that when the sun was shining just right, it made them shine a beautiful sky blue. 

My eyelids were getting heavy again so I closed them and fell asleep to the sound of his breathing and the morning birds chirping.

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“Is that Sophia?!” A women screams, waking me up just enough to hear whats going on around me.

“Nah, just some girl I found. She sick.” I hear from above me. The man that was caring me.  

“Bit?” Another man spoke.

“Said it’s some cold.” He held onto me tight as he got closer to the people

“Bring her inside. I’ll take a look at her.” 

I was still too tired to speak. I fell back into my deep sleep. To a place that was safe. 

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Kisses From A Princess 

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader (18+)

Summary:Following his indiscretions under the bleachers, a certain cheerleader suddenly takes an interest in the shaggy-haired metal-head (sorry I suck at summaries)

Warnings:Starts with a small bit of fluff, but the rest is just filth. Teasing, Making-out, Blow Jobs (in public kind of? Reader sucks him off at the bench outside the school?) cum-swallowing. Let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed that you want tagged.

Word Count:1,796

Authour’s Note:I really just liked writing for eddie and cheerleader reader so I wrote another one! Follows on from Knee Socks and Pom-Poms, so it might help to read that first if you haven’t. So yeah just more filth from me I guess 😅

Masterlist

For a long time Eddie was very happy admiring you from afar. Gazing dreamily at the back of your head, his eyes following the subtle bounce of your ponytail as he sat behind you in class. His attention being entirely diverted away from whatever subject he was supposed to be studying, instead choosing to scribble your name in his scrawling handwriting in the pages of his notebook, surrounding your name with little hearts. Even going as far as to write your initials next to his, once again surrounding your combined initials in a scratched black ink heart. It was safe to say that Eddie had fallen hook, line and sinker.

Part of him knows it's stupid of him to have a crush on a cheerleader like you. The school’s freak and the popular cheerleader? It was so cliché! You couldn't be more different from him if you tried, and yet,  his crush on you remained all the same. 

He vaguely hears the monotonous sound of Ms. O’Donnell’s voice as she goes through the morning’s lesson. Her voice seemed to be getting louder and louder until he looked up from his doodle-filled notebook.

“Mr. Munson, if you could please pay attention to the lesson at hand. If you paid as much attention to my teaching as you do the back of y/n’s head then perhaps you might actually learn something”

You whipped your head around at the mention of your name to see the boy who sat behind you, sink into his seat. A pink flush quickly spread across his cheeks, as he tried to hide behind his curtain of dark frizzy curls.

You waited until Ms. O'Donnell carried on with her lesson before scribbling down a note in your notebook and tearing it out to pass it to the boy sitting behind you.

Eddie looks up from where he's sat slumped in his seat, still feeling embarrassed at having been singled out like that, to find a folded up piece of paper on his desk. He reaches forwards, and carefully unfolds the note under his desk to read it

Hey Eddie! I know we don’t talk all that often, but just so you know, I think you’re pretty cute :) Meet me out by the bench at the back of the school at lunch? There’s something I wanna talk to you about.

 He smiles as he looks over your swirling handwriting and sweet words, quickly looking around him before scribbling down his own note next to yours before discreetly passing it back to you with a tap on your shoulder.

Nice to know the feeling’s mutual. Until then, Princess.

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Eddie sits at the table in the clearing at the back of the school’s football field. He’d been here many times before, dealing from his stash in his metal lunchbox to the regular stoner students of the school, but for some reason waiting at this table not knowing what was going to happen had a knot growing in the pit of his stomach. Was his note too much? Why did he have to call you Princess? And what could you possibly want to talk to him about?

Just as he begins to get up to leave to save himself the embarrassment of being left hanging, he hears the sound of your crunching footsteps through the leaves on the ground.

‘Sorry I kept you waiting, you know how the rest of the cheer squad can be. I mean they can be very nice, don’t get me wrong but, I don’t really care for all that girly gossiping that goes on.’ you offer apologetically.

You set down your backpack before sitting yourself on the opposite side of the bench from him.

You looked at Eddie, his expression was one of a rabbit caught in the headlights. His big brown eyes searching your face, trying to get any sense of why you’d asked him to meet you here in the first place.

Eddie settles down in his seat watching you carefully as you continue talking.

“You know I saw you, Eddie.” You begin.

“S-saw me? What are you talking about?” He stumbles.

“Last week. I was out on the field with the rest of the cheer squad and I saw you hiding in the bleachers, I know you were watching me.” you explain.

Oh. So that’s what this was about.

“I-I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to perv on you like that I-I just…” He babbles endlessly. Of course you were going to think he was a weirdo! What kind of creep just hides in the bleachers, just to get off whilst watching the girl of his dreams dance for him? What on earth were you thinking, Munson?

“Hey, hey, it’s okay!” you reassure “I actually thought it was kind of hot” you say, your eyes not quite being able to look into his deep brown ones. “..and don’t worry, none of the other girls in the squad saw you, they were too busy being concerned about themselves to notice what you were up to.” you told him.

"But you saw me, though?" he asks again.

"Oh I certainly saw you a lot of you, big boy." You lightly tease.

A bright hot scarlet flush spreads across Eddie’s cheeks, and down to his chest. He desperately tries to ignore the twitch of his dick under the dark denim of his jeans at the sound of your sweet voice calling him ‘big boy’

  ‘Y’know, Eddie…” you say as you get up from where you’re sitting on your side of the bench, and slowly begin to make your way over to where he’s sat. “I mean what I wrote in my note. I do think you’re pretty cute.”

He turns around in his seat, looking at you, as you look down at him with a lustful gaze.

“...and you can tell me if I’m reading this situation all wrong, and I won’t ever bother you again, but I’d be more than happy to please you, if you’d let me” you say, your voice dropping to a seductive tone.

“Please me?” Eddie stumbles, he feels his heart thumping in his chest and the press of his cock against his boxers at your suggestion.

Your smaller delicate hands trail over his crotch, where the material of his jeans are pulled tight, rubbing over the growing bulge under the denim.

“I want you, Eddie. I want to taste you. Do you want me to put my mouth on you?” your eyes are looking deep into his, sparkling with desire.

“Y-yes, I’d like that very much.” he smiles.

He feels your fingers beginning to make work of the handcuff holding his belt together, before then moving to unzip his jeans.

“Wait-wait a moment..” he stammers.

“Have you changed your mind about this, Eddie? Because that’s okay.” you reassure him.

“No, not all. It’s just..If we’re going to do this, then I want to do it right. I-I wanna kiss you, I mean I would like to, can I kiss you?” he asks sweetly.

 “I would like that too, Eddie” you say,  before leaning forward and gently pressing your lips to his. His lips are surprisingly soft, kissing you with a gentle tenderness that has you feeling a little weak in the knees. His tongue sweeps across your lower lip, eager to slip between your lips and deepen the kiss. His large hands find themselves splayed on your hips, holding you close to him between his open thighs as he kisses you like he needs it to survive. 

You pull away from his lips, both of you breathing a little heavier than before.

You settle yourself on your knees between his open thighs, pulling his boxers down with his jeans to settle around his ankles. 

“I told you, I wanted to taste you, Eddie. I’m not wasting this opportunity” and with that you wrap your hand around his half-hard cock. Stroking your hand up and down over him slowly, letting him feel your grazing over the vein that runs the length of the underside of his cock.

You lower your head, your breath ghosting across the tip of his cock for a moment, before your tongue slips out from between your lips to sweep across the bead of pre-cum pooling from his slit.

Above you, you hear Eddie shudder out a shaky breath.

“F-Fucking hell sweetheart..” he moans.

You start to suckle the head of his cock in your mouth, savouring the slightly salty taste of him against your tongue. Licking up the length of him in one one long sweep, tongue tracing that prominent  pulsing vein.

Taking him further in your mouth you begin to bob your head over him, using your hand to stoke the spit slick flesh of the rest of his cock, twisting your closed fist slightly as your hand stroked upwards.

Your other hand reaches down, to gently cup and roll his heavy balls in your hands.

“Feels so good…Love your mouth, Sweetheart..F-fuck…”

You smile against him, despite how your lips are stretched around his thick cock. Knowing that you were able to get him like this with just your mouth gave you a strange sense of pride.

All the while Eddie is winding his hands into your hair, and he’s desperately willing himself to not thrust his hips up into your face, and letting you set the pace. He feels a tight knot in his stomach tying itself ever tighter with every pass of your tongue over his flushed skin.

“Sweets..I-I’m close..You’re gonna make me cum..Please…” he whines desperately.

“Come for me, Eddie… I want it..” you mumble against him.

“Gonna come in your mouth..down your throat…” he huffs with a moan.

With a few more relentless strokes of your fist over him, he was coming, spilling rope after rope of his load into the warm wet heat of your mouth. Glazing the back of your throat with streams of sticky, salty cum. 

Your eyes never leave his as you slowly pull away from his softening cock. Looking up at where his chest is rising and falling with exhausted breaths, you lock eyes with him, showing him your tongue coated in the evidence of seed, before making a point to swallow down everything he had to offer you.

“You’re trouble aren’t you, Princess?” he breathlessly chuckles.

“Yeah, but something tells me that you like trouble, don’t you, Munson?”

“Fucking love it.” he grins brightly before tugging you up from your knees to kiss you one more time, pressing his lips to yours in a bruising passionate kiss.

Yeah, he’s gonna have to keep you around him, as close as he can, if can help it.

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[lavendermage]

Lost in Inazuma 8

Characters: Thoma, Ayato

Genre: gender neutral reader, sagau

1.8k words

AN: I got accepted to college! Yay for me! I've gotten into 3 so far and decisions are still coming in!

In other news I'm working on an ajax x reader fic, a bit angstier than usual. Do you prefer more frequent, shorter content with multiple parts, or longer waits and longer fics? (This is for the ajax fic.)

You sank into the water with a sigh. The ripples spread from your body and intersected each other mesmerizingly. You shifted and the warm water shifted with you. The room was silent. 

Your mind traced over what had happened. The Kamisatos were convinced you were a god. They had promised your safety. Thoma had been poisoned. It was the mochi he had gotten from Ayaka, who had received it from a soldier from the Tenryou Commision. The doctor was surprised he survived but had confirmed he had fully recovered. Thoma was alright. He was safe. 

The thought lingered before it was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“May I enter?” Thoma.

“Yes.” 

His soft footsteps approached the bath and when you looked up his head was bowed. “Your grace, may I-” 

“Call me by my name, please.”

“But I can’t-”

“Please. I don’t want to lose you.” You sank deeper, the cloudy water hiding your form. 

“Of course, Goldie. Where were you burned? Ayato bought an ointment for treating electro burns.”

“Arms and back mostly.” 

“Could I apply it after your bath?”

“Yes, I was on my way out anyway.”

“Are you sure? You could stay longer, I’ll just wait.”

“I’m sure. Just give me a bit to get dressed.”

He stood there for a minute before realizing what you meant, his face reddening. “Sorry, I just thought you wanted me to help you- nevermind, I’ll leave.” Your laughter was the last thing he heard before closing the door behind himself.

You called him when you had slipped into a simple yukata. It was short, only reaching around your knees, with loose sleeves that ended at your elbows. The fabric was softer than anything you’ve touched since you arrived in Teyvet. 

Thoma came in quickly with a tin of ointment. “Here. May I have your arm?” He held your hand carefully, as if it was made of glass. His eyes were fixed on your branching scars.

“Ugly, isn’t it.” You half laughed. “It doesn’t hurt too much anymore.”

“It’s not ugly.” He interrupted you. You looked at him questioningly and he clarified. “I mean, it doesn’t make you ugly. I wish you didn’t have those scars because I wish you didn’t have to go through that, but it doesn’t make you ugly.”

“Thank you. You’re really sweet.”

He started to massage the treatment into your skin. “It’s really not a big deal.”

“It is. Don’t undersell yourself.”

“Other arm please.”

You gave him your other hand. “By the way, are you sure your ribs are fine? I swear I heard a crack when I did CPR on you.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. And what is ‘CPR’?”

“That’s what I did to save you last night.”

“Where did you learn to do it? I’ve never heard of anything like that.”

“I took a course back home. It’s not uncommon for people to know how to do it.”

“What do you mean, ‘back home?” 

“I’m not from this world.” You watched his reaction carefully, maybe it could give you some information.

“Another world?” His eyes sparkled. “Could you tell me about it?”

“Sure. Visions don’t exist, but technology can do alot of things visions can’t.”

“What about elements?”

“We don’t have those either.”

“How do you know so much about Teyvet then? You knew the Kamisatos, the Shogun, and others. Did you pick up on all that while on the run?”

“No, it’s..,” You thought for a second about how to explain things. You didn't want him to have a full blown identity crisis. “I’ve seen Teyvet through the traveler. I could interact with Teyvet through a special device but I never expected to be here.”

“Well, that does explain the warm feeling I get around them. DO you have favorites among the people you’ve met?”

“I like most of them, but I’ve always had a soft spot for you.”

“Me?” His eyes widened in shock. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Remember what I told you the first day we met? I told you how helpful, hardworking, and cute you are. I meant every word. When you helped the Traveler navigate Inazuma, when you and the Traveler helped that dog, I saw it all. You are one of the kindest people I ‘met’ in Teyvet.”

“That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think?” He laughed nervously, his face strawberry red.

“No, it’s not. Before I arrived, I wished I could meet you somehow. And despite everything that’s happened since then, I’m happy to be with you.”

“Thank you. May I adjust your yukata to treat your back?” An obvious diversion, but you allowed it.

You nodded and loosened it. He gently pulled down the back. It hung off your shoulders, revealing marred skin.

You remembered how it felt after you first got them, running your hands over the burns and the cold blooded panic when you felt the bumps and indents, when you realized how much damage had been done. The scars ran across your back and branched in all directions, crossing each other in a horrible web. 

He didn’t say anything but his fingertips brushed the scars on your back.You looked to see his reaction. Tears rolled down his cheeks. 

You stared at him. “You’re… crying.”

“I’m so sorry they did this to you.” His voice was soft but surprisingly even. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” He rubbed the ointment onto your back, massaging it into your skin. 

You turned to him, dropping your head into his chest and wrapping your arms around him. You sobbed into his shirt. You could feel the stiffness in his body and started to pull away. He blocked you, one hand at the back of your head as he pulled you closer.

“You don’t have to go.”

“Could you… hold me please.” You regret your words immediately, embarrassment rising in you.

“Of course.” He didn’t seem upset at all, holding you close to him as you continued to cry.

He was warmer than you expected, and he smelled faintly of smoke. He must have been cooking recently. You lingered there for a minute after you stopped crying before pulling away.

“God, I’m sorry.” You covered your face with your hands.

“Don’t worry about it.” He was grateful that your hands covered your eyes too. You wouldn’t see the bright red over his face and ears. 

“And your shirt…”

“What did I tell you?”

“Sorry.” You relaxed, before suddenly remembering something. “Help me get dressed, I need to talk to Ayato!”

“I forgot!” He ran out and popped back in with an armful of Kimonos. “Pick your favorite.”

“This one looks the most comfortable??” You panicked, slipping out of the yukata. 

“It’s a bit simple…”

“That’s great, now help me get it on.” You grabbed it out of his hand and pulled it on. You struggled to tie the obi. “Please help.” You turned your back to him to show him the belt.

“How would you like me to tie it?”

“I don’t know?? The fastest, easiest way, preferably.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

It only took a few seconds for him to tie it and you were already on the way out. You stopped suddenly and turned back to Thoma. “Thank you!” You smiled before running off, leaving a very flustered Thoma in your wake.

The temperature dropped as you entered Ayato’s office. His eyes flickered up to you and widened. He stood up quickly.

“Good afternoon, my lord. I apologize for my lateness.” You bowed deeply.

“Please rise, there’s no need for such formalities, your grace.” He looked uncharacteristically tense.

“How about we use our names instead, Ayato. We both seem uncomfortable with these titles.” You offered.

“If you insist, Goldie. Or would you prefer I use the name in the scripture?” He pulled out a chair and you sat in it.

“Scripture?” 

“You really don’t remember?”

“Not at all.”

“Ayaka has studied them more than I have, she’ll be glad to read you stories.”

“So you’re not religious?” 

He looked away nervously. “No, I just don’t have the time for worship. I hope it doesn’t offend you.”

“Why would it? Judging by what the shogun was screaming at me, she seemed to be an fervent believer. Look what good that did to me.” You couldn’t help but scowl. 

“I’m so sorry.”

A strange way of wording it. Your accusing eyes flickered up to his. “Were you a part of it too?”

He took in your posture, tense and ready to spring. “I did just enough so the shogun wouldn’t suspect the Yashiro commission. I’m certain none of what I did could be used to hurt you.”

You nodded. “I’m sorry for the accusation.”

“You have a right to be suspicious of me, especially after what I’ve done.”

“Believe me, that incident was far from the worst thing to happen to me.”

“That is not at all comforting.” He sighed.

You watched, confused, as he lowered himself to the floor. He bowed, his forehead pressed to the tatami mat.

“I dare not beg for forgiveness, but please allow me to do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I know that is a lot to ask but-”

“Stand up.” You placed your hand on his shoulder.

 He looked up, eyes locking with yours. 

“You were scared weren’t you?”

“That’s no excuse.”

You ignored him. “You thought I was poisoning you. If that was true, who would I go after next? Who would be an easy target, asleep at that time of night?”

“My sister.” His voice broke.

“Yes. You’re a quick thinker. You calculated all this, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What did you think would happen when you poisoned me?” 

“We’d die but she- she’d be safe.”

“Do you expect me to judge you for that? To act as if that is evidence for your cruelty?”

He sighed. “You speak like a god.”

You laughed. “Sure. I hate to be blunt, but we need a cover story for last night. And please grab a seat. It feels weird to have you in this position.”

“Of course.” He hurriedly pulled over a chair. “The staff are gossiping about the incident, so I felt it necessary to seed some rumors. We can confirm one of the variations as the truth once we decide.”

“What are the options?”

“A nightmare or sleep walking of some kind, a wild animal breaking in, or an assassination attempt. We could also mix them together somehow.”

“A wild animal seems unlikely and anticlimactic. I doubt people would believe that a nightmare could lead to that mess…” You trailed off, thinking.

“That leaves the assassination attempt. It is the closest to the truth, though the version spreading assumes it is a physical attack.”

“That could also justify any special treatment I would receive. People would view it as a sign of gratitude. But why would I be in Thoma’s room? The implications of that could get messy.”

“That- that is true.” 

“We could say I had a nightmare and wandered into his room half asleep. Thoma and I are close enough for that to be believable. That information wouldn’t normally be in a formal announcement though.”

“I could ask Thoma to ‘slip up’ and reveal your nightmare.”

“That would work!” You smiled. “Thank you so much.”

“No need.” He averted his gaze. Your joy was radiant, far too bright to look at directly.  

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[apus-neverstoplooking]

Regulus scans the crowd as Pandora hit the last note of the pre-chorus. His black lined eyes lock with someone he hadn’t seen in 7 years. Gray meets gray.

“I even cut my hair and changed my name” Regulus’s raspy voice sang in the mic, as the guitar faded Keeping his eyes on Sirius.

“‘Cause we all…” The lights flash and smoke shoots up from the stage. His ring clad fingers start strumming the guitar slung across his tattered black shirt that he ripped the sleeves off of and cropped. Barty comes back in with drums, cueing the others on their timing.“just wanna be big rockstars.”

“And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars.” Evan makes his way over to Regulus with his Bass

“The boys come easy,” Regulus winks at Evan and smirks flashing his sharp canines, “and the drugs come cheap.”

Regulus slides his guitar behind his back and runs a hand through his black curls before grabbing the microphone. Tilting his head up while bending his knees down , getting close to the mic stand in a way that’s borderline obscene. He straightens up, keeping his face close to the mic while tapping his black converse to the beat. “We’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat.”

“And we'll hang out in the coolest bars

In the VIP with the movie stars. Every good gold digger’s gonna wind up there. Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair.” He makes eye contact with blonde in the front row. “And we'll hide out in the private rooms

with the latest dictionary of today's who's who

They'll get you anything with that evil smile…” He smiles, showing off his perfect teeth.

“Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, well. Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar.”

The band played out the rest of the song and waited a moment for Regulus to drink some water before they did the introductions. That’s how their shows worked; They opened with ‘Rockstar’, did the introductions, sang half their set list, actually talked to the crowd for a bit and not just fuck with them between songs, sang the second half, say their goodbyes, and then sang a final surprise song which changed every show.

“How’s everybody doing tonight?” Regulus shouted into the mic. The crowd screaming back at him.

“I take it that means well? Why am I even asking? Of course you’re doing well, I’m here.” Regulus let a smile ghost his lips as he was once again, screamed at.

“We’ll I’m sure most of you know who we are, but as I’ve learned; assume nothing.” He looked at Sirius briefly. “So I’m going to introduce us very quickly so we can get on with our night.”

He picked up the microphone and started walking around.

“First up, we have Evan Rosier playing the Bass.” Who bowed dramatically as crowd cheered.” “I said, we have EVAN ROSIER playing the bass!”

He said the names twice: once normally and let crowd cheer a bit, the second time he yelled while putting more emphasis on their names so the crowd screamed louder.

“Pandora Lovegood as our lead guitarist.” She played out a quick riff. “I’m sorry, did you not hear me. We have PANDORA LOVEGOOD as our lead guitarist!”

“Our drummer is Barty Crouch Jr.” He stopped spinning the drumstick between his finger and quickly hit all of the drums. “Excuse me, our drummer is BARTY CROUCH JR!”

“Next we have Dorcas Meadows on Keyboard. However, like the amazing woman she is will play several different instruments depending on the song.” Dorcas pulled her silver sunglasses down her nose and with a wink, blew a kiss out into the crowd. “Oh c’mon, you guys can do better than that, especially for DORCAS MEADOWS.”

“As always, I’m Regulus Black, you’re lead singer and rythme guitarist.”

“And we are The Pantheon!” Regulus held out the mic for the crowd and winced at how loud they were.

They started performing again, just having fun. Someone threw a pride flag on stage that Regulus picked and started running around with as he sang.

Doing shows was Regulus’ favorite part of the job, besides actually making the music. He wasn’t really fond of the being famous part. His fans were great, he just wasn’t really a people person. He preferred to keep to himself, and also had really anxiety. Performing was different, when Regulus was on stage he became a different person. He didn’t have to be him.

****

“I want to change the last song.” Regulus said as soon as the band got backstage after saying their goodbyes.

“What?”

“Why?”

“You can’t be serious”

“Is everything alright?”

Their confusion wasn’t unwarranted, they pre-plan the song that morning at breakfast as part of their show day routine. They have never once changed it after it was picked.

“My brother, Sirius, he’s here.” He was starting to panic now as it started to set in.

“Oh shit”

“Fuck dude.”

“You have a brother?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Yeah, he’s about a year older than me and ran away when I was 14. I haven’t seen him since. I’ll explain the rest later but we have to get back on stage.”

“What song do you want to do?” Dorcas asked.

“Family line.” It was a song Regulus wrote a while ago and to scared to actually release it, he leaked it to Twitter on a fake account. He wanted it out there because he knew there were kids out there who could relate, but the thought of putting something that vulnerable into the world was terrifying. The band has refused to comment on it.

“Are you sure Reggie?” Pandora looked at him like he could shatter. It wasn’t out of pity or because she thought he would shatter, they just cared very deeply and always so gentle with everything except a guitar.

“Yes.” He wasn’t really, but he needed to do this.

***

“Apologies for the wait as I mentioned previously we were having a few problems, but we’re all good now.”

“At the end of every show we sing a ‘surprise’ song that’s different every show. Some you are going to be very excited by the song we’ve chosen, while others may have no idea.”

Regulus smiles a bit at the crowd, watching as the whispered to one another.

“Now this song is bit different from our usually style and it’s not claimed by us officially. You know we’ve been dodging questions since it’s been released, but I suppose now’s as good as ever.” He looked at Sirius, who was watching intently from his spot in the crowd. Everyone else in the audience was getting more excited.

“In case anyone has yet to guess, we present you ‘Family Line’.

The crowd starting screaming.

The band started playing the opening cords as the lights dimmed, and the crowd started quieting down. The people who knew quieted down out of respect and the rest did because everyone else did.

Regulus closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he started singing in the mic.

“My father never talked a lot. He just took a walk around the block 'til all his anger took a hold of him and then he'd hit.”

“My mother never cried a lot. She took the punches, but she never fought 'til she said, "I'm leaving, and I'll take the kids" so she did.”

“I say they're just the ones who gave me life;

But I truly am my parents' child.”

“Scattered 'cross my family line. I'm so good at telling lies that came from my mother's side

told a million to survive. Scattered 'cross my family line. God, I have my father's eyes but my brother's when I cry. I can run, but I can't hide from my family line.”

‘It's hard to put it into words how the holidays will always hurt. I watch the fathers with their little girls and wonder what I did to deserve this.”

“How could you hurt a little kid? I can't forget, I can't forgive you 'Cause now I'm scared that everyone I love will leave me.” He opened his eyes and looked directly at Sirius before looking away to scan the crowd.

“Scattered 'cross my family line. I'm so good at telling lies that came from my mother's side; told a million to survive. Scattered 'cross my family line. God, I have my father's eyes but my brother's when I cry. I can run, but I can't hide

From my family line.”

“From my family line.”

“Oh, all that I did to try to undo it. All of my pain and all your excuses. I was a kid but I wasn't clueless. (Someone who loves you wouldn't do this). All of my past, I tried to erase it. But now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name, but (We are not the same).” Regulus looked back over to where Sirius is only to find him gone.

“Scattered 'cross my family line. I'm so good at telling lies that came from my mother's side;

Told a million to survive. Scattered across my family line. God, I have my father's eyes, but my sister's when I cry. I can run, but I can't hide from my family line.”

“From my family line.”

Dorcas hit the the final note and the band ran off stage.

——————————————————————————

The song that played at the beginning was ‘Rockstar’ by Nickelback and the last song was ‘Family line’ by Conan Gray except I changed the ‘sister’ to ‘brother’ so it fit.

[shecantbother]

Pink Sand

This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction ever. I recently watched The Gray Man (I'm obsessed) and created an account just to read/write fan fic about my wonderful Six! Great film, great characters but Six found a special place in my heart. Not really sure how this works but I wrote something and you can let me know what you think.

P.S. Also first time writing in this perspective so I felt like I was learning how to ride a bicycle again.

Sierra Six/Court Gentry x Reader

Warnings: kissing, fluff

Word Count: 1936k?

Summary: Sierra Six (Court Gentry) is assigned to eliminate one of the world’s most dangerous criminals hiding out on the Bahama islands. His cover is an American tourist on vacation. Six is the best at what he does and wouldn’t let something like romance distract him from a mission…that’s until he met you one night on the pink sand beach.

You head back to your boat to enjoy dinner then decide to take a walk on the beach before bed. The November air is cool and the sounds of the waves gently crashing on the shore is like a lullaby. There’s just enough light from the restaurant in the distance and the night sky. You sink your bare feet in the cool sand with each step but stop as you notice a figure on your favourite sitting rock.

“Damn tourists”, you mumble to yourself. Still advancing towards the stone, the figure now appears to be male. Do you turn around or nonchalantly walk past him? You pause, puff, and kick the sand before heading straight towards your stolen spot. One shouldn’t be afraid to walk on their own beach you suppose…well not your ‘own’ beach but you’re a local with that right.

Attempting not to appear awkward or timid, you continue with your eyes straight ahead and thumbs in your shorts pocket- wiggling your toes in the sand. A whimper escapes as you step on a shard of glass. “Damn tourists”, you hiss while hopping on one leg.

“You okay?” A low but soft voice asks. You look up to find the stranger that stole your spot looking down on you with a straight face and intense eyes. His large frame is so close to yours so quickly, making you feel vulnerable.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just a poke…doesn’t seem deep”, you mutter. Instantly, he scans you and the surroundings as you’re concerned with your foot. It’s not exactly odd for a woman to walk on the beach alone at night, but he was trained to never put anything past him, not even the cute baby in the stroller.

“It’s dangerous going barefoot at night”, he says. “And alone.” The assassin stealthy reaches for his pocketknife as he inspects you. You don’t seem like a threat, barefoot, wearing denim shorts and a crop top, plus you sound local. So, what are you doing out here?

“My name isn’t on it, but this is kind of my spot”, you joke. “I’ve never seen you out here before.”

“Just arrived on the island today.”

“Oh, welcome. Work? Vacation?”

“Vacation”, he quickly answers knowing he was there for work.

“Nice, how long are you staying for?” You catch yourself, “I’m sorry, I’m prying after I just accused you of stealing my spot.”

“The rock?” You can have it back, no problem”, he quips. “It is a nice spot though, should probably get your name on ASAP.”

He gets a giggle out of you that he finds surprisingly pleasant and disarming.

“Y/N”, you say with a soft smile.

“Kevin”, he lies. The moonlight hits his face as the clouds dance across it, revealing cold eyes.

“Nice meeting you Kevin. I hope you enjoy your trip. I’ll be heading back now.”

“Can I walk you back?” Part of him genuinely wants to remain in your company for some reason and the other wants to rule out you being sent to sabotage his mission.

“That’s fine, I’m good”, you say. “Will probably see you around somewhere…this island is tiny”, you gesture with your fingers. You give a final wave goodbye and walk off but then turn around.

“Oh, if you need a boat tour…I’m your girl.” Shameless self-promotion, but a girl’s got to eat.

He barely raises and eyebrow. “Oh? Where do I find you?”

“Here and there, just look for the boat with the swimming pigs on it.” You tell him while walking backwards.

“Actual swimming pigs?”. He’s genuinely curious.

“No, just a painting. It’s called the Swimming Pig.”

“Hm, interesting.”  He seems amused but it was hard to tell. He did not express much emotion.

“Any who, see ya”, you turn around and make your way back home leaving the mysterious stranger in the sand.

……..

Six knows there is no room for distraction when on a job. He’d already located his target and is planning the right time to execute as he casually sips a fruit punch right across from the unsuspecting criminal. However, something else catches his steely eyes- sitting across at the bar in a floral maxi skirt and halter top with a red hibiscus tucked behind her ear.

 You turn and your eyes meet but Six awkwardly tries to underplay it. Too late, you flash the widest smile and wave your hands as if he was a friend you haven’t seen in a while. What he thought was a smile looked more like a grimace as he gives you a nod of acknowledgement.

There is something warm and welcoming in the air. Maybe it’s the island breeze and sunshine he thought, trying to dismiss the energy he feels from you.

Stay put. Great, she’s looking at me again. The tall man rises from his seat and casually makes his way to the bar.

“Hey you. Kevin, right?”

He clears his throat, “right”.

Just walk away, don’t sit down. He proceeds to pull out a seat next to you.

“Do you remember my name?” You give an impish grin.

“Y/N”, he studies you well without you noticing.

He remembers, this pleases you and you study him too. The fitted black tee-shirt reveals his lean and muscular physique, along with the tattoos gracing his body. In daylight, his eyes are like the ocean. They seem void at first and makes him look perpetually bored, but they are the part of him that reveals the most.

“Those look interesting”, you gesture at his arm. “Any special meaning?”

 “Ah, not really… Greek. Just a guy trying to get a rock up a hill.”

“Sisyphus?”

“Right, him.”

“Are you trying to get a rock up a hill Kevin?”

“It feels that way sometimes… most times.”

“Well, I hope you make it up that hill someday.”

Six nods his head in agreement and is grateful for your kind words.

You both sit there for a while, awkwardly exchanging glances as you try to keep up with his glare but fail. He utters nothing of course and you take a sip of your drink, playing with the tiny umbrella. Usually, he finds people evading eye contact untrustworthy, but somehow, he finds you…cute.

He wants to talk to you, but don’t know where to start. How could he try to get to know someone that he’ll inevitable end up leaving behind because of work? That’s right, work… because of it he has no life, no joy, no real happiness. It’s only times like these, on the job where he can live a little and sip a fruit punch on the beach.

He clears his throat. “Wanna go for a walk?”

“S-sure”, your eyes light up.

 Heading towards the beach, you instinctively take your sandals off and continue barefoot. He watches you curiously and gives a faint smile.

“You forgot what happened last night?”, he teases.

“It just feels so much better. Warm sand between your toes.”

Six admires your freedom and joins you barefoot in the warm sand. You walk along the pink sand beach, looking towards the turquoise waters and occasionally at each other without saying a word. You’re not used to such a silent man, but you welcome it.

 “Want to join me at my spot?” You shoot him a playful smile, skipping towards the large, smooth stones. Like a gentleman, he helps you up and you both sit down overlooking the ocean. You watch the occasional couple pass by, families in the distance, and the sky transition from blue to pink to violet and then stars decorate above. You point at the stars; he looks up and tells you about the constellations. Your hands accidentally touch, sending tingles throughout you both.

“Sorry”, you both chime and smile sheepishly. He likes the feeling, and holds your hand, letting your fingers interlock. Yours are the softest he’s ever felt. You ask him about work, he tells you how stressful it is, he asks about your boat, you tell him about your dreams of sailing around the world. You go around the universe and back, sharing your childhood experiences, woes of adulthood and exchange laughs, all while under the stars.

The restaurant is alive, with music in the distance. Two strangers that have never felt this close to another, gazing into each other’s eyes. Somehow, you find comfort in each other. He feels a knot tighten in his stomach at the realization that this is yet another beautiful thing he is denied. The warmth of another that could possibly be someone he could call his own.

“I’m leaving tomorrow”, he says softly.

You can’t hide your disappointment and shock. “I thought… but you just got here.”

“Something important came up and they need me back.”

“Can’t someone else, do it?”, you almost plead.

“Apparently I’m the only man for the job.”

Technically, the man lies for a living. Then, why did it feel so wrong this time?

“Oh”, you turn back to the ocean. Calling yourself stupid for feeling so strongly towards a man you just met. Six notices your attempt at hiding your feelings and gives your hand a gentle squeeze. He’s stoic and seemly emotionless, but beneath it all is empathy and warmth he rarely gets the opportunity to give.

“I wish I could stay”, he says softly. Resting your head on his shoulder, he wraps his arm around you allowing you to lean on his chest. You stay like that for a while, looking out into the black abyss and listening to the waves crash.

Fingers interlocked as Six walks you back home. This is the end of what could have been, and he didn’t expect it to be this hard. You stood where there was just enough light illuminating you both.

“Will I ever see you again?” You ask.

Not willing to tell you anymore lies, “I don’t know”. It’s probably safer if you never do.

This hurt, but you smile still…just faintly.

“Good night, Kevin. I’m glad I met you.” You reluctantly unlock your hand from his.

“Good night.”

You turn around to unlock your door and each step feels labored. Before you could turn the key, he grabs your arm to face him. Six gently pushes you back against the door with one hand on your waist. There’s no time to think as he leans in, tilting his body to reach your lips. The heat radiates from your lips to the rest of your body, and you’re now under his control. He takes everything in one breath, and you swear time stops. A soft moan escapes you as he parts your lips with his tongue and his grip on your waist tightens. Before you could touch him, he releases, with you both burning for more.

You can breathe again, not that you were complaining. You can see it now, the pain in his deep blue eyes that he hides so well. You rest your palm over his heart, “take care of yourself, okay.”

“You’re so sweet”, he sighs. “Thanks, you too.” Wishing he could say more, do more, instead, he just lets you go. It’s better that way. If he has no one to love, he has no one to lose.

[immabethehero]

Bruno Definitely Has Friends

Guess who got inspirations like two effing hours before the deadline of @wdtajn! This brat!

I am once again forcing you to learn about my niche taste in musicals. This song, “I Have Friends”, is from Crazy Ex Girlfriend, probably one of the funniest and smartest musical dramedies I’ve ever seen. A lot of the songs are up on Youtube, go check it out!

Here’s the song this story is based off of:

Dinner at the Madrigal Casita means 14-year-old Bruno hopes his mother does not ask any questions regarding how his day went, or how his social life is going, or anything involving him, honestly.

Julieta prattles on about her grades in class, how she’s the top of her class, and how the other girls want her to bake cakes for their birthdays. Bruno glances at Pepa a few times, hoping to feel a sense of connection, but his sister simply continues reading her novel, ignoring everything.

“And what about you, Bruno?” Bruno nearly drops his fork when he hears his name. He nervously looks up.

“What?”

“How is school going?” Alma asks.

“Fine.”

“Have you made any new friends?”

Bruno hesitates. He could be honest and say no one has bothered to even acknowledge him at all this semester, and get lectured for it, or…

“Yes! I have friends! I definitely have friends!” he says. “No one can say I don’t have friends! They’re all coming over to a lil’ hangout session this Saturday.” He hopes his mother does not hear Pepa’s scoff, or notice Julieta raising an eyebrow.

Alma raises an eyebrow. “Really? I’ve never seen them come over. Who are they?”

Bruno racks his head for people that come to mind.

“Friends, friends, friendly friends, time to find some friends…” he mumbles/sings to himself…

“There’s Félix! Agustín! Consuela, she’s super into trompo and soccer!” Pepa snickers to herself behind her novel. Julieta shakes her head in shame.

“There’s a girl with a moustache, a boy with a port wine stain, and the janitor who lives in a donkey cart behind the school,” Bruno finishes.

Alma nods, disturbed by Bruno’s taste in friends. “Very well. I hope you… kids have fun.”

As Alma begins to talk to Pepa, Bruno drops his head on the table, relieved. He’s so tired from the interaction, he doesn’t even feel the roll of bread Julieta discreetly throws at him. Now all he has to do is find a way to bribe all six people to come to his house tomorrow.

*

“Bruno, one of these days you need to come out and socialize with the townsfolk,” Julieta advises. “You’re never going to find friends if you don’t.”

50-year-old Bruno buries himself deeper into his hammock. “I’m fine with that, I have all the friends I need.”

“Family members don’t count. Neither do your rats.”

Bruno swings out of the hammock and confronts his sister. “I have friends! I definitely have friends! Objectively, I can say that I have all the friends! Human friends at that! They’re coming over to my house tomorrow night!”

“Oh yeah? Like who?”

Bruno snaps his fingers in thought. “Friends, friends, friendly friends, time to get some friends…” he mumbles/sings to himself. Julieta watches him apprehensively.

Bruno quickly resorts to all the people he “interacted” with yesterday. “There’s Matias, Vincent, Señora Hernandez, she really likes to raise the roof. The lady who trampled me with her wheelbarrow, Agustín’s friend from the music shop, and the grocery clerk with half an eyelid!”

Julieta narrows her eyes suspiciously. Bruno hides his shaking hands under his ruana, smiling strained.

Finally, she sighs and walks away. “OK then. I hope you guys have fun.”

The minute she’s gone Bruno pumps his arms in the air, singing and dancing to himself. He doesn’t even acknowledge the cheese Julieta throws at him. “Yes! I have friends, I definitely have friends! Friends, friends, friendly friends, I have all the friends! Whoo!”

All he has to do is bribe all six people to come over tomorrow night.

[callsign-bunnie]

Angles and dehmons… blease… bleaee…

So, this is the second to last part of what is posted on AO3. This series is going on a (very brief) hiatus so I can finish plotting it out and then it will be posted, again. I want to take a small bit of time and catch up over here, so AO3 fics will be posted less this week.

--

Soap sighed as he met up with Roach, trying to hide how bad he was fidgeting by clasping his hands behind his back. He tried to tell himself that this was just to find a way to keep his brothers safe. Nothing more.

Ignore that Gaz seemed to have completely dropped Alex completely. And that Rodolfo was much better… No, this was to keep them safe. The only reason.

‘I’m surprised you’re coming.’ Roach signed as Soap approached.

Soap had to admit… Roach looked good. Black joggers that hugged around his hips and left the slightest strip of skin showing under the loose black shirt he was wearing… Soap debated saying fuck the demon and just trying to get with Roach, instead, but… they had agreed to go to a match together. 

So, Soap shrugged and sighed. “I want him to get Alex to leave Gaz alone.”

‘That’s not what this is about.’ Roach shook his head. ‘He captured your interest as much as he captured mine.’

Soap glared at him. “That’s not true.”

‘Isn’t it?’

Soap huffed. “If you’re going to be an insufferable asshole, I’m just going to go home.” 

Roach hesitated and then sighed. ‘Fine. This is just to get Alex to leave Gaz alone.’

“Thank you.” Soap nodded. “Anyway, when does the match start?”

‘In an hour or so. I figured we’d both fly.’ Roach shrugged. He seemed to hesitate. ‘I’ve missed you.’

Soap looked away. “That’s behind us, Roach. You… made your choices, I’ve made mine.”

‘I regret them.’

“Yeah, well, it’s too late to take them back.” Soap muttered, ignoring that he also regretted his. Of all his relationships, ending this one with Roach hurt the worst. He’d take it back if he could but… he couldn’t. Actions had consequences and he’d had to learn to live with them. 

Roach shook his head. ‘Why? Why is it too late? We were good together.’

“Roach! We’re almost worlds apart!” Soap shook his head. “I live in the garden because I’m too damaged to do anything else and you- you’re off being a badass and taking jobs.”

Roach looked down. ‘I don’t think you’re too damaged to do anything else… I think you could do anything you wanted if you’d just try… I just… I… I miss you. I miss you at night when I should be sleeping and I miss you during the day when I’m awake. I don’t understand why… you stopped loving me?’

Soap stopped and almost stumbled back, feeling like he’d been hit. Had Roach spent this entire time thinking that Soap had left because he’d stopped loving him? Guilt suddenly filled him and he went to explain, but then Roach was stretching his wings out. ‘We should go, so we’re not late.’

Soap hesitated and then nodded. “You’re right.” He mumbled and stretched his own out. 

-

When they arrived, Roach informed the bouncer that they’d been invited by Ghost. Once they’d confirmed their names, they were quickly led inside. 

Soap found a seat with Roach, watching a small boxing ring where two demons were already fighting. Soap had to admit, he was quite surprised to see an equal spattering of Angels and Demons through the audience, though not many seemed to be watching the ring. 

A waiter came by and got a drink order from them before Soap turned to Roach, who was tracing a napkin. “When do you think Ghost fights?”

“Not for another hour-“

Soap jerked and then cursed loudly in surprise, both him and Roach immediately looking up to see Ghost was standing by the table. 

“Sorry.” Ghost chuckled and then leaned against their table. “I’ve been told I’m quiet.”

“You do that on purpose.” Soap accused, earning just a shrug. 

Roach nodded. ‘So why did you invite us here so early?’

“To get to know you both better.” Ghost answered before sliding into a chair at their table. “You both are intriguing. I’ve not met many angels who aren’t actively warriors that are willing to kidnap a demon from his bed and threaten him. Most of you, even little Seraphim, are too timid.”

“We’re not timid.” Soap answered, glaring at him. “Besides, we had something we needed.”

“Something I can’t give.” Ghost sighed. “Though, it looks like you convinced your brother to stay away, regardless.”

Soap just shrugged. “He made the decision on his own.”

Ghost nodded. “Good. But… you’re still here.”

Soap blushed dark. “I am.”

Roach rolled his eyes and Soap threw a glare at him. 

“Any reason why or do you have something new to threaten me for?” Ghost chuckled. 

Soap blushed even darker. “You invited me. I thought it would be rude not to accept.”

“Ah.” Ghost nodded. “Of course. Why else.”

Soap turned and glared at the table, trying not to get too riled up. “Maybe I should go-“

“No, no.” Ghost seemed to almost too quickly stop him and then he appeared almost sheepish. “I’m sorry. I’m just glad you’re here.”

Soap paused and then decided to accept that, relaxing. “Alright. I’m… I'm glad I’m here, too.” He nodded. 

Ghost then turned to Roach, who was looking around the club. “What about you? You know, that offer is still on the table~”

Roach half grinned at him. ‘Oh? Does the other still have to watch?’

“Only if he wants to.” Ghost laughed and then Soap only went darker red when Ghost winked at him. 

“He does not.” Soap answered, glaring at them both.

Roach seemed almost disappointed. ‘I’ll think about it.’ He told Ghost, who seemed to accept that. 

Soap tuned them out as he looked around, accepting his drink when it arrived. He hadn’t gotten anything with alcohol in it, not wanting to be inhibited in case anything went wrong. 

Neither really seemed to be too upset at his lack of conversation, so he focused on the fight, watching the two demons beat the shit out of each other. Alright, maybe it was a little… interesting to watch. Maybe he was a little excited by the display. Maybe. 

About 15 minutes before Ghost was supposed to fight, he stood up. “I need to go get ready. Thanks for coming.” Then he left. 

Soap and Roach both watched him go and then Roach turned to Soap. ‘You should give him a chance.’

“You give him a chance.” Soap retorted. “He’s clearly more interested in you than me.”

‘I think he’s interested in both of us.’

Soap looked down. “Maybe. But, he’s a demon. I’d be… going against so much that I believe in. Besides, he’s friends with Alex, who is friends with Rodolfo’s ex. It’d be… betraying my brother.”

Roach didn’t answer for a moment and then he looked down at the table, glaring at it. ‘What happened to you? You got injured and fell out of being a warrior and now you’re just… you’re not like yourself.’

“I changed. It happens.” Soap huffed. “What about you? You’re a hell of a lot angrier than you used to be.”

Roach winced. ‘There are things to be angry at.’

Soap shrugged. “Things changed me.”

Roach looked away and so Soap turned to look at the ring, seeing that Ghost had already stepped into it. He was against someone who was about his height and build, but Soap could see, already, that they looked deeply intimidated. 

Soap wondered if Ghost had a reputation. 

The fight started and- well, it was over almost as soon as it began. Soap wasn’t even entirely sure if he’d processed what happened. 

One moment, Ghost was facing his opponent and the next, they were on the floor with Ghost over them and Soap- Soap would definitely admit that it was fairly exciting to watch. Even just watching Ghost heave as he stood over his opponent was… well, Soap was seriously considering that chance. He looked at Roach, who seemed to have the same thoughts in his mind. 

“Alright, fine.” Soap smiled. “I’ll give him a chance.”

Roach looked very smug. ‘Oh?’

Soap nodded. “You still have that apartment in Evalia?”

Roach grinned. ‘You thinking of coming back to it?’

“I might be considering it.”

-

Gaz looked down at his plate once he was done eating, fidgeting slightly. “Do you really mean it when you say you don’t find me tempting?”

Alex went quiet. “Every time you’ve tried to seduce me… no. You didn’t tempt me. I don’t want to have sex with someone for an exchange. I may be a bit odd for a demon when it comes to sex, but I do like the idea of it being romantic. Intimate.”

“Romantic… intimate…” Gaz repeated. “I’ve never… I’ve never had sex before… before um- well, you know.”

“That doesn’t count, don’t worry.” Alex shook his head. 

Gaz hesitated. “Well, then I’ve never had sex. I don’t… I… I like you.” He settled on, blushing dark red. “I really like you…”

Alex softened. Then, his hand was touching Gaz’s and taking it, carefully. “I like you, too.”

Gaz looked down at their hands and then melted. “Oh…” 

Alex nodded. “I understand, though, if things can’t work because we’re too different.”

Gaz immediately shook his head, all ideas of continuing to entertain that flying out of his head. “No, no, we can… we can make it work…”

“Good.” Alex then brought Gaz’s hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. 

Gaz just melted again and then leaned over, kissing his cheek. “Ever since you saved me, I… I feel drawn to you…”

“I feel the same for you.” Alex smiled. “You’re always in the back of my mind.”

“You’re in mine…” Gaz’s heart filled with warmth and thrummed a little faster. “Constantly…” He then leaned over and into Alex, folding his wings so they wouldn’t knock against his. Alex’s arm moved and went around Gaz, who made a soft happy noise. 

Alex shook his head. “Such a sweet thing… are you done eating?”

Gaz nodded. “I am.” He lifted up so Alex could take his plate and then watched him take their plates to the sink. 

Then, Alex offered a hand when he came back and so Gaz took it, standing and following him to the living room. Alex sat on the couch and Gaz did the same before curling up into him, happily. “When will you need to go back?” Alex asked. 

“Soon, probably.” Gaz shook his head, settling in when Alex wrapped his arms around him. Then, Alex was stroking the base of his wings and he found himself melting into a little puddle on the demon, his wings just flopping wherever they could comfortably land. This was amazing…

Alex continued to stroke the base of his wings. “If you asked, I’d do anything for you. I want you to know that.”

Gaz blushed and looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

“Anything. I mean it.” Alex touched his face and made him look up at him. “Anything.”

Gaz furrowed his brows, unsure what Alex would mean by anything. Gaz didn’t want Alex to… kill for him or anything, but he… well, he supposed Alex already had. “Okay…” he softened and relaxed, nodding. “Thank you…”

“Of course.” Alex said and then leaned down, kissing Gaz’s forehead. 

Eventually, Gaz decided he needed to go home before Rodolfo started to look for him and so he went back to Alex’s basement, going through the mirror after saying goodbye. 

He started to head through the hallway to go back, but then he was distracted by Lilith, again. He wondered if she often hung out in this little mirror dimension. 

Gaz shook his head and went over to her, crouching down and petting her softly. “Hello, Lilith.”

She just meowed and purred before her wings fluttered and then she was pawing at a mirror. This mirror was… basic. Wood framed, tall. That was it. Gaz frowned and looked at it, only seeing darkness reflected inside. “I shouldn’t… I should go home.”

Lilith mewled and pawed at the frame again. Gaz groaned, unsure why he even bothered to pretend he wasn’t going to do things even when he definitely would. 

He just squared his shoulders and stepped through the mirror.

[jowrites]

When the Dahlia sings Her Song - 2. Dahlia's mean a lot of nice things.

TW: Mentions of death, physical abuse, mental illness, depression, anxiety, parental death, verbal abuse, mute disorder, mentions of sex, some smut(in future), cursing

Strangers to Lovers. Lee Heeseung x F!OC(I like giving names).

Masterlist Here. Prev. Next. Jo's Masterlist Here.

To say Heeseung was furious was an understatement. Why did Beomgyu have him come all the way out here to this strange place to break up with someone who already has nothing to do with him? And why did he do it? He couldn’t tell if he should be more angry at himself or Beomgyu at this point. His headache was suddenly coming back and he frowned, pinching the bridge of his nose in pain. 

“I’ll be on my way. I apologize for the misunderstanding,” he quickly bowed and the girl Gyuri waved him off.

“I should be apologizing to you, I feel bad that man’s your brother,” she laughed. “Have a good one!”

He was turning around when he felt a tug on his arm and looked down at the girl who couldn’t talk. She began writing something down and held it to him.

Are you okay to drive? You don’t look too well.

“I’m fine, I’ve just had a headache. Thank you. I’ll see myself out now,” As much as he knew he had to leave, he felt bad for leaving this girl and wanted to just stay and talk. Learn more about her. But he left, walked right out the door and stopped in place when he heard the thunder in the sky. Suddenly it began to rain hard and heavy and he sighed. Just his luck.

The bell behind him alarmed and stood there motioning him to come back inside, probably to wait out the storm. He wanted nothing more than to be in the comfort of his own home, but he too knew he also should not be driving out into a storm when his mind isn’t clear anymore. So he followed her back inside, noticed Gyuri left to whatever duties she had and the girl motioned for him to take a look around. 

Any flower you can think of is here, your favorites of all time. Trust me. Take a look.

He read on her little pad before she turned around and started arranging some flowers she was doing earlier. He did as she told him and he found all sorts from different kinds of Roses to even black Tulips, ones he’s never seen in real life. He read up on some he has never even heard of before, seeing flowers like Bee Balm flowers to an array of bright flowers called Statice. He was surrounded by endless of them. Suddenly, he stumbled upon a Dahlia section, he didn’t realize how pretty they seemed in all their arrangement of colors. For some reason, he was drawn to its pointy and elegant nature, very beautiful and kind of comforting.

Dahlia’s are some of my favorite flowers.

The girl held the pad up and he smiled.

“Why’s that?” he asked.

They mean kindness, elegance, internal strength, and lasting love. I think it’s very beautiful.

“That is very beautiful. I never gave much thought to flowers nor have heard of half the ones in this shop.”

Well, I’m glad you stopped in so you can get educated. We have cinnamon rolls too!

Heeseung chuckled and noticed how excited she seemed to get.

I’m Kai. Thank you for coming into our shop!

“Kai, nice to meet you. I’m Heeseung.”

Yeah, Gyuri gave me the honors of telling me who you were. Big company man found his way to our magic land. I hope you like it!

“Magic? Are you telling me this place is magic?”

Of course! All your dreams come true here, nobody ever has to hide. 

“I don’t believe in magic.”

That’s your loss, magic is so fun! 

“I wouldn’t know, and what makes this place so magical?”

Don’t you feel that?

“Feel what?”

Suddenly, Kai took his hand and placed it on his heart.

It starts within the heart. You just have to believe and then anything is magic. Now, are you thirsty? Hungry? You should eat something, it might be why you have a headache.

Kai turned around and suddenly went towards the back leaving Heeseung stunned in place. Why was his heart beating so fast? This pretty girl could not have this much of an effect on him already, can she? He saw a few tables on the other side of the counter where there was a sunroom that overlooked what to be a courtyard of some sort out back. He sat down and just watched the rain drip from the windows before coming back to the present and Kai placed a cinnamon roll and a cup of coffee down in front of him. It actually looked delicious and he realized he really had not eaten all day.

Enjoy!

“Uhm, thank you,” he said. He removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. 

Kai went back to whatever she was doing with her flowers and he noticed her humming quietly to herself. He then took a bite and he had never tasted anything so delicious in his life. Maybe she was onto something when she claimed this place was magic. He looked over as he heard her giggling and he blushed, looking down to hide it from her. He hoped she thought he’s never had a cinnamon roll before, not all rich chaebols are snobby.

The coffee was just right to help balance the sweetness. Suddenly, he remembered why he was there in the first place and started frowning to himself. He stared out the window, his fists clenched up as he thought about Beomgyu and what he was doing at that moment. He was sure his brother noticed by now and was probably doing nothing but laughing to himself at home. Why did he have to give him such a hard time? And why did he let him?

Suddenly, he was kicked out of his thoughts as he felt a slap on his forehead. Shocked and quite annoyed, he didn’t have time to react as Kai stood over him with her hands on her hips. She began to write down on her pad and slapped it down in front of him.

No frowning here, it’s forbidden!

“I-I wasn’t! Ow! That actually hurt, you know!”

Good. No frowning. 

She then pointed to a sign behind her that read: “Rules. 1. No frowning. 2. No crying unless happy. 3. No being sad. 4. Make sure if you see George you say hi to George or else he’ll get sad. Thank you!”

“W-who’s George?”

There was a meow and a jingle noise and this black cat jumped up on the counter as this other man walked in from the back carrying some boxes. He placed them on the counter next to the cat and Kai began to pet the cat.

“Oh man, I think we got more Forget-Me-Nots this time!” The man behind the counter said. “Oh! We have a visitor?”

Kai began to sign him something and he seemed to understand her just fine.

“Well, pretty girl, you could have warned me. Hello, welcome to the shop. Enjoy anything here and if you need anything just ask for Kai or Jake,” the man introduced himself as he placed a kiss on Kai’s cheek, petting the cat and walking off.

Heeseung could feel his gut drop at the sight. He didn’t know why the sight angered him so much but it did and he couldn’t help but feel angry and disappointed. 

“I think it’s okay to drive now, how much do I owe you?” Heeseung stood up looking through his wallet and Kai began to shake her head.

Don’t worry about it.

“No, I can’t. Here. Thanks again.”

It’s my pleasure. Oh, take this! It’s still raining a bit

She took his hand and placed a pink flower umbrella in his hand and waved.

He stood there in a trance, he knew eventually he needed to move but he just wanted to stay. Jake came back, snapping him from his thoughts and Heeseung quickly took out a $20 bill and placed it on the table. He cleared his throat and quickly ran out of the shop. He needed to get out of there. He quickly got to his car and placed the umbrella on the seat, he never even used it but he kept it. He looked back at the girl in the shop, watched as she smiled along with the man next to her and he felt his jealousy rise inside. 

She probably just sees him as some rich chaebol, nothing more, but Heeseung knew she was going to be in his dreams.

[lovelysheree]

Hoppin on to the s4/5 Rayllum Reunion bandwagon

It happened quicker than her head could keep up with. In her defense, she was injured and delirious. Even breathing was a difficult concept, which she had forgotten to do when he ran to her with all his newfound bravado and swept back hair.

She’ll blame it on the blood loss and the intense stabbing pain in her side for thinking him the angel of death, descending from the heavens to retrieve her. A quiet and rasped “Callum,” broke past her lips, letting his name serve as an apology to the gods, but by the will of the divine, it was his face that greeted her.

A jolt of panic coursed through her veins when she wondered if they were both dead now, but then the pain in her side shot up and down her body and was quickly followed by a string of curses and apologies. Not dead, her head connected the dots, not yet. She could hear his voice, but she couldn’t make out any words. She let it fill her non-the-less because even after two years apart, it was as warm and comforting as ever.

She didn’t have the energy to wonder why or how he was here. She put all her efforts into her breath, slowly in, slowly out, slowly in, slowly out. Then… the world faded to black.

She awoke with a jolt, sitting up and catching her breath. Instinctually, her hand gently reached to her side where she had been hurt, but the pain was gone. She looked curiously to find clean bandages neatly wrapped around the wound.

Strange, she could’ve sworn it was a dream.

The soft sound of wind hitting canvas caused her to look up, and sure enough, she was in a tent. Maybe she was… still dreaming? Her body felt stiff as she slipped out from under the linin sheets, but the warm glow from the sun that softly illuminated the tent eased her. Where was she?

She stood with heavy legs and shuffled forward to the opening of the tent. Outside, birds were chirping, a soft stream flowed nearby, and a breeze rustled the trees above. She hadn’t encountered a morning so peaceful in… a long time.

Then, the sound of footsteps approaching alerted her. Dirt, gravel and sticks crunched underfoot while she looked for a place to hide, but there was none. She stood frozen beside the entrance, waiting for the figure to wonder in. She could take them by surprise, whoever they were, trap them in an arm lock and get some information. She may be tired and slow, but she imagined she could pull it off if they were unsuspecting.

Then the figure walked in, ducking through the canvas, and standing tall. Rayla barely had time to take in their appearance before she had slipped behind them and twisted their arms.

“Whoa whoa whoa! Ouch—Rayla it’s me, it’s me!”

Instantly her eyes widened, and she let go, stepping back. “Callum?” she asked, softer than she expected her voice to be.

He turned around, taller and broader than she remembered, and his hair was swept out of his face. It wasn’t a dream after all, she thought. She should feel bad for openly staring but she couldn’t feel anything past her shock.

“Hey,” he said quietly, meeting her eyes softly before frowning and looking her up and down. “I take it you’re feeling better?” he asked, gesturing to the bandages wrapped around her side.

Blinking she looked down to her injury. “You did this?” she asked, remembering all the times he had fumbled with bandages in the past during their travels all that time ago.

“Yea, I—wait you mean the healing part, right? Because I definitely didn’t stab you if that’s what you’re…” she gave him a deadpanned look, and for a moment it felt like no time had passed between them at all. He trailed off with a sheepish expression. “Right… yeah, um, yes I—” he straightened up, “I’ve learned a few healing spells.”

A silence lulled when she nodded in response, still shocked to see him in front of her and talking. A mountain of words and feelings stood between them, and Rayla wanted nothing more than to turn away because it hurtto look at all.

“You changed your hair,” she said, and why she started with that she didn’t know.

Callum scoffed softly, “That’s a weird way of saying thank you.”

Rayla stiffened at that. “I didn’t ask for your help,” she said.

“No,” he agreed, frowning, “You didn’t.”

The fact she would’ve died without it went unsaid. She needed it. Needed him.

And she does need him. She’s needed nothing else for the past two years, only him. The thought of him, the memory of him. And that’s why she left—because she needs him. She can’t lose him, she can’t—

“Thank you,” she said, pushing the rest of it to the side. Whatever was stuck between them be damned, just for a little while at least. She missed him.

A lot.

Callum took a deep breath, “I’ve been spending the past two years trying to come up with something that would convince you to come back, to stay with me, and I had so many reasons, but now that I’m here I can’t… I can’t think of anything.”

Rayla’s breath caught because there he was, desperately shoving everything away right alongside her, wanting nothing more than for things to be right and normal again. She took a step towards him, reaching for his hand. When she found it, he hooked his fingers through hers and kept her there.

“I still love you,” he whispered, angry and broken. His jaw tightened and his eyes were a piercing shade of green, but Rayla wouldn’t have believed him if he’d said it softly.

She looked between his eyes, now perfectly level with her own. “I never stopped,” she replied, her gaze falling to his lips.

He rushed forward to kiss her; the contact was harsh and needy. He pulled at their joined hands to bring her closer while his other landed at her hip. Their bodies were charged, trying desperately to close the infinite amount of distance between them. It was different from every other kiss because all other kisses ended softly and easily. There was never haste or desperation, not like there was now. Not when they knew what would happen when it ended.

She cupped his cheek and breathed sharply through her nose. “I can’t stay,” she whispered breathlessly between kisses.

His grip tightened on her hip, and he practically growled. “You won’t stay,” he corrected, pulling her backwards with him.

She followed as he stumbled onto the cot behind them, their lips parting only to rush back together a moment later. Their joined hands broke apart and she felt his run up her shoulder, landing at the nape of her neck.

Nothing felt like enough in that moment. He sat under her, pulling her closer and closer, and yet he still felt so far away. She could feel tears gather in her eyes. Not enough not enough not enough—

She broke the kiss with a gasp.