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solar-wing · 1 year

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⚣ Primal 💉

⚣💉 A/N → The fic that pretty much started me down my Conner path. Let it be known dis is my man and that alien hoe and any other bitch feeling froggy can meet me anywhere in Happy Harbor! Anyway, the beginning of all the smutty shenanigans of our favorite half-Kryptonian and Wildfire. Also, can someone explain to me how the fuck in the process of me editing and revising this, it got 1000+ words longer? like girl what da hell😭someone take my computer away from me. WARNINGS: INTERSEX Reader. Canon-Typical Violence. Minor Dub-Con. Slight Steamy Action. Ass smacking, Second-hand embarrassment vibes, but it's still hot. animal chase but like there are no animals

⚣💉 Summary → Codename: Wildfire. You've been a part of the Team for some time now, which has given you ample time to get to know all of your comrades. Of course, there's one specific teammate you'd love to get to know on a more personal (and physical) level, but he's not into you, at least that's what you think. One certain mission is going to open an entire can of worms, and what else can you do but rely on your primal instincts? That's apparently what he's doing already.

⚣💉 Words → somehow we went from 5.1 to 6.5k, but whatever🙄

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“Wildfire, on your left!”

You quickly turned in time to see three MONQI robots coming right for you, dodging out of the way just in time, but they were quicker than you expected. They swooped back around in your direction and jumped on you before you could even fully turn to face them.

“Get off of me!” You yelled, reaching behind to throw the robot off your back. The other two on your sides grabbed your arms and hands, trying to twist them into painful positions.

“Ow, you little creeps! I said GET OFF!” You shouted as flames grew around your body in a bright flare, effectively toasting the robots. Shaking the remaining parts off you, you looked up to see each of your teammates engaged in battle with the MONQIs around the abandoned warehouse.

Artemis & Miss Martian were on top of the metal walkways. Kid Flash & Robin were closer to the back while Aqualad & Superboy were at the entrance. You and Zatanna were in the middle of the giant room and you could see she was starting to get overwhelmed. Before you could intervene to help, you heard that creepy laugh from behind you and turned just in time to throw up a fire shield as the crate exploded.

Your shield managed to burn the debris before it hit you, but it didn’t do anything for the sense of dread you could feel in your gut.

‘Um, is it just me or is anyone else starting to think this is a little weird?’ You asked over the shared mind link Miss Martian had established.

‘It is not just you, Wildfire. All the MONQIs are coming from these boxes and the warehouse is full of them. This isn’t just an ambush, it’s a trap.’ Aqualad replied as he sliced through two robots with his whip. ‘Okay, but a trap for what exactly?’ asked Kid Flash.

‘Or who…’ Robin said.

That made the bubbling in your guts more intense as you saw a group of MONQIs flying toward you from the box that just exploded. With quick thinking, you released your shield into two long tendrils of fire that sucked right into your hands. A fiery hue started to creep up your arms as you consumed the rest of the energy from the shield before you tucked your arms into your body and whipped them out, releasing the fire into two arcs that cut right through the cackling robots.

You brushed your hands in victory before feeling multiple tiny metal hands grab at your suit, yanking you down to the ground. That sickly laugh was in your ears as they crawled all over you. They held your arms back, trying to prevent you from using your powers. You struggled to build a heat wave, but the little pesky androids kept breaking your focus with that annoying laugh as they poked and pulled at your face.

When you could barely move anymore, you were about to give up when you felt the ground shake and rumble next to you, like it was about to give in from something heavy that dropped on it. You felt and saw the robots holding down your arms get knocked off.

As your vision cleared with less green and black, you looked up to see Superboy standing over you, punching and pulling more of the robots off of you. Now, that you could focus more, you shot some fireballs from your hands, blasting the other ones off you.

“I hate monkeys,” You heard him grunt before he reached out to help you up. “You alright?”

“Fine. But, I’m never watching Curious George again.” You replied as you took it and got back on your feet, dusting yourself off.

Your comrade looked confused for a second before he just gave you a small smile, choosing not to ask.

The sound of a door opening caught both of your attention, turning just in time to see the villain himself, Doctor Ivo, running out the side exit of the building.

“There’s Ivo!” You pointed seeing a few of his MONQIs trailing right behind him.

Superboy’s smile quickly turned into an angry snarl as he was about to go after him. That is until a MONQI flew right at his face, wrapping its arms and leg around to prevent being pulled off.

“Superboy!” You shouted going to help. But, you hesitated since you didn’t want to throw a fireball right at his face and risk burning him, even if he was invulnerable. You really needed to stop letting this crush you had on the Kryptonian cloud your judgment.

But, you didn’t even get the chance to do anything when another group of MONQIs grabbed you from behind, this time lifting you off the ground. If this was the universe’s subtle way of saying you were very light to carry, it wasn’t cute.

“What the heck?! Put me down you banana-loving freaks!” You shouted as they carried you away in the same direction toward the door Ivo was headed.

Aqualad looked over in time to see the robots carrying you off and he turned to see Robin and Kid Flash fighting off the last few around them.

“Robin! Kid Flash! They’ve got Wildfire.” He shouted, pointing in the direction you were being taken. They nodded, quickly going to follow in pursuit until Superboy finally managed to tear off the robot on his face and threw it at another box.

“Superboy! Watch where you throw those things. As if we didn’t have enough to deal with already.” KF yelled as he and Robin got surrounded by a new group of the hysterical monstrosities.

The Kryptonian didn’t even pay attention to him though, immediately going after you.

They’d already pulled you out through the door, just before you managed to burn off one of them that was holding your left arm. Before you could fire the rest off, they decided to drop you right at that moment, letting you fall to the ground. Even though you could fly, your reaction time wasn’t fast enough before you hit the ground.

“Ugh, I’m gonna feel that one tomorrow,” You groaned, rubbing the back of your head.

“Oh, you will indeed.” A voice suddenly spoke in front of you.

Your vision was blurry from the fall you took, but as it came back together, you saw Dr. Ivo standing in front of you with a smug grin.

“Ivo,” You growled, attempting to get off the ground to blast the bastard, but your body was entirely disoriented from your fall.

The Doctor chuckled at your struggling before both of your attention was pulled by the sound of a loud boom from behind you. You both looked back towards the building to see Superboy who had launched through the wall of the factory, heading straight for you.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” He shouted, landing a few feet next to you before immediately grabbing Ivo by his shirt, lifting him off the ground. The few MONQI robots surrounding you tried to come to their creator’s defense, but were smashed apart by Superboy’s free fist.

“Oh, that was a bit excessive, don’t you think? And those were my favorites.” Ivo mocked, still grinning for whatever reason.

While watching the encounter, something in your peripheral caught your attention. You looked up to see a MONQI bot sneakily moving behind your teammate holding a syringe with some kind of purple liquid inside.

You shouted at your teammate as you quickly realized what was happening and who the trap was for.

“SUPERBOY, MOVE!”

He turned to look back at you, seeing the MONQI move towards him. But, he was too late as the robot dashed forward and plunged the syringe right into his neck, causing him to yell out and freeze in shock from whatever was in that syringe.

“No!”

You summoned everything you could at that moment and shot a fireball at the robot destroying it before it could inject all of the liquid into him. As the syringe fell out of his neck and the shock wore off, Superboy let go of Ivo as he seemed to lose his balance swaying from side to side before falling to the ground.

“Well, that was fun,” Ivo mocked, getting up from the ground and wiping himself off, “Now, we'll get to watch him tear all of you apart.” A smirk plastered across his face as he looked at the unconscious half-Kryptonian. He was marveling at the success of his plan when his eyes ran over the syringe which still held some of the purple liquid inside.

“No! The entire dosage must be administered for it to take full effect.” Ivo exclaimed, immediately running for the syringe.

“I don’t think so.” You muttered, raising your hand and shooting out a blast of fire that formed into a circle around the syringe preventing Ivo from getting to it.

The doctor growled as he backed away not wanting to get burned.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Get the syringe!” Ivo yelled out to his robot minions.

Two of them immediately flew right for it before they were blown apart by two fireballs you shot at them. A third one you didn’t see almost swooped in and got it but was struck through the chest by one of Artemis’ arrows.

You heard a giant explosion from behind and turned to see your friends running from the warehouse that just blew up, taking all of those other MONQI robots inside with it.

“Robin,” You figured, sighing in relief.

“No! My babies…” Ivo cried. He tried to make a break for it, but you were finally back at full strength.

Getting to your feet, you blasted yourself into the air, your eyes glowing a bright ember as the anger you felt for the Doctor and whatever he did to your friend fueled the fire inside your chest.

You flew around Ivo, flying in a circle leaving a trail of fire in your path, effectively trapping the Doctor inside.

“No! No! NO!” He cried frustratedly, realizing his defeat. He desperately looked around trying to see if there was a way he could escape. But, as he came to realize, unless he wanted to be cooked like a summer barbeque, there was no way he could get out of your trap.

You had a satisfied smirk on your face listening to his cries before you turned toward the rest of your team who were gathering around Superboy.

“What happened?” Miss Martian asked as she knelt over him.

You looked at your knocked-out friend and the syringe that was on the ground a few feet from him. You dissipated the ring of fire around it, hopefully having not tampered with or boiled it from the flames.

“I don’t know, but we need to find out.”

You returned to the Cave with the Team, M’Gann carrying Conner with her telekinesis.

“Report.” The ever-brooding tone of Batman spoke as he stood at the center of the room with Red Tornado, his cape covering his body.

“It was a trap,” Kal immediately started, being the last to come through the Zeta tube, “Ivo planted those crates in that warehouse knowing we would show up. The crates were full of his robots, but they only served as a distraction so Ivo could execute his real plan.” He finished, turning to look at the Kryptonian.

“And that was…” Batman questioned.

Holding out your hand, you revealed the syringe with the purple liquid inside, “Ivo wanted to inject whatever this stuff is into Conner. He almost did, but I stopped him. He mentioned something about getting to watch him tear us all apart.” You explained leaving out the part where it only happened because you got careless and got captured by those pesky robots.

You couldn’t tell if your teammates felt the same way, but it didn’t stop the pang of guilt you felt every time you looked at Conner.

“Hm,” Batman uttered as he took the syringe from your hand to examine it more closely

“Apparently, it won’t work though. Ivo said the entire dosage needed to be administered for it to take effect. Effect of what exactly? That’s the only thing he didn’t let slip.” You added as the Dark Knight continued observing the liquid.

“I’ll send this to the Watchtower to have it fully examined. In the mean tim-”

Before the superhero could finish, Conner suddenly awoke, sitting straight up with a grunt.

“Conner!” M’Gann exclaimed, rushing to his side.

Apparently, he didn’t like being airborne as he started flailing out of control, letting off sounds of frustration as he tried to get his feet on the ground.

“Um, I think he wants to get down,” Wally pointed out.

“Oh! Right, sorry.” She said, releasing him as he fell on his butt.

You all cringed as he hit the ground, hearing him groan in pain before looking towards M’Gann with disapproving looks.

She blushed in response, letting out an embarrassed laugh, “Oops.”

Everyone turned to look back at Conner as he got to his feet. He slowly looked around, looking as if he didn’t recognize where he was. That’s when you noticed him twitching his nose as if he was just smelling everything around him.

You remembered reading something about Kryptonians having extremely heightened senses compared to regular humans when you were studying the heroes in the League and had gotten to the chapter on Superman.

It seemed that statement was true as Conner looked around at everyone, not really reacting to anything, but he was clearly on guard as he took in the sights and smells mainly from around him.

“Conner?” M’Gann called his name.

He turned his head towards her, which got you somewhat relieved. Okay, at least he still knew who he was. Or at least you were hoping, since it was very possible that he only turned since she was the first voice that spoke since he got off the ground.

Twitching his nose again, he let out a very disapproving noise before backing away from her and covering his nose.

M’Gann began to panic as she looked confused, “What? What did I do? I didn’t do anything!”

“I think it’s your smell? He doesn’t seem to be taking kindly to it.” Robin theorized.

“But, I showered this morning!” M’Gann said.

“And, you also just came out of a dusty and dirty warehouse after fighting a bunch of rogue crazy monkey robots.” Zatanna pointed out.

“Oh, right.” She said, blushing again and scratching the back of her head.

It seemed what the magical apprentice said was true, as Conner backed away from everyone while still covering his nose until he looked in your direction.

He paused for a moment, sniffing still under his hand before hearing one of the most aggressive animalistic noises you’d ever heard in your life. And you’ve literally battled some very aggressive animals.

Conner’s eyes went wide before rushing toward you, causing you to jump in shock as he stood in front of you with his towering frame. He grabbed you by your arms, holding you in place before you could move away from him. You could see him staring at you with the most piercing gaze ever, like he could see right inside your mind and was reading your thoughts. Which, the literal terror from that thought alone was enough to have you seizing up in his arms besides the stare. The things that went through your mind concerning your team’s resident Kryptonian were nowhere near pure, even on a Sunday.

Though, the longer he stared at you without saying anything, the more nervous you got.

“Uh, hey Con? Feeling better buddy?” You asked, not knowing if you should try and make sudden movements as the boy just continued to stare at you. Then, he tilted his head, and it seemed as if instead of staring, he was studying you. What he could be studying, you’d rather not let the delusional fairy in your mind get any ideas.

Leaning your head to the side, you called out to your teammates and leaders, “Uh guys, shouldn’t we be trying to do something here?”

None of them moved or said anything, as they all just stared at you and the Kryptonian in confusion. Well, except for Batman and Red Tornado whose expressions never changed.

Then, it got weird.

Something you did had apparently pleased the Kryptonian as he grunted in what sounded like satisfaction before he dived head first (literally) into the open angle of your neck, sniffing at the junction between above your shoulder.

Your eyes went wide as your body immediately tried to retract (you’d never mentioned to your friends that you were extremely ticklish, especially Conner who had a habit of always trying to find ways to mess with you) from the tickling sensation as you attempted to hold in your laughs.

Though, the Kryptonian thought you were trying to get away from him which he wasn’t pleased about at all, if the angry growl he let off was anything to go by. He released his initial hold on you before wrapping his arms around you and forcefully tugging your body against his as your friends all looked in shock, not knowing what to say or do.

Heck, you didn’t know what to say or do!

Your teammate and friend was basically holding you forcing you into his grip while sniffing your neck like you were a freshly baked pie sitting on a window seal with its aroma basking in the wind

And worst of all, you liked it.

This was so not helping your crush on him.

“Ookay, so I guess that confirms that it was our scents that were weirding him out,” Robin said, not hiding how uncomfortable he felt watching what was happening.

“So, he basically just said we all stink and Y/N smells like a field of flowers,” Artemis said, trying to find something else to look at than the weird display of…affection (if you could even call it that) in front of her.

“Well, that makes no sense. If anything, Y/N should be the stinkiest out of us all. The man literally can surround his entire body in fire. I refuse to believe that doesn’t smell even remotely disgusting,” Wally said, breaking the awkward atmosphere in the room, somewhat…until you realized what he said.

“Hey!” You yelled as the Kryptonian kept trying to dig his nose further into your neck. From whatever angle you look at, Conner probably looked like a vampire having a full-on feast on your neck. And you couldn’t decide if the image of what you guys looked liked was weird and concerning, or hot as fuck.

In fact, you chose to not think of it at all in hopes of preventing a situation down south from arising.

“Sorry Y/N, not personal. Though, this is still weird.” He replied, waving his hands towards you and Conner and whatever this was that was going on.

You were gonna respond with a witty comeback, a good one too. But then, you suddenly felt Conner licking and biting at your neck. Apparently, he really was getting into this vampire role since you could literally feel the blood in your body freeze (if that were even possible) and thaw in a matter of seconds. Only to end up with a tingling sensation in the front area of your pants.

Alright, this needed to end before it got even more embarrassing.

“Uh guys, a little help.” You said, wiggling in an attempt to free yourself from Conner’s grip. But, the boy was literally Superman’s clone, or half clone at least, which meant your struggling was barely doing anything IF anything at all.

But, all it did was aggravate Conner even more as the last thing he wanted was for you to get away from him apparently. He growled in your neck with a harsh bite as a warning, before tightening one of his arms around your body even more while using his other one to grab at the back of your head, tugging on your hair to yank your head to the side and open your neck even more.

You cried out in pain as he bit and licked on your neck harder, even starting to suck on it. You heard a deep and felt the noise of what you figured was satisfaction he let out, figuring he liked the sound of your cries, taking them to be from pleasure instead of pain.

Alright, enough was enough.

“Guys!” You yelled, struggling to loosen his hold as he kept his arm as tight as he could around you, seemingly trying to force you into a more submissive hold.

Damn it, that thought went straight to your pants.

“Dude, just burn him!” Wally yelled.

Oh, that’s right. You do have powers.

You let the heat inside your body build, feeling the fire start to dance off the skin of your suit. Conner could feel it too as it started to burn through his clothes slightly while he maintained his hold on you. He tried to shove you forward, attempting to knock you off your feet and press you against one of the walls where he could definitely have a better chance of keeping you in his grasp.

You groaned from the sudden movement, which he definitely liked as he bit into your neck again letting out a yelp of pain just before a torrent of fire blasted between your bodies.

Conner growled in discomfort but didn’t let go, huffing in your ears as he pulled on your head again, this time forcing your head backward as he stared into your eyes, his expression screaming out for you to submit. He leaned down to lick at the new area of exposed skin to him, while you did everything you could to not let out the most horniest of moans in front of your friends and mentors.

What did you do to deserve this kind of hot, but embarrassing torture? It was literally like the universe was dangling your deepest desires in front of you while you stood on a stage in your underwear in front of your entire school or job.

Because everyone’s had that nightmare at some point in their lives right?

Without even realizing it at first, you managed to create a bit of space between you and the Kryptonian, which was enough for you to move your arms from your side to place your hands against his chest, doing your best to ignore how firm and strong his muscles felt under your touch.

“Oh, dear lord, forgive me for my sinful thoughts.” You muttered in a sort of breathy moan. Thankfully, your teammates didn’t hear it, except for the one who was still feasting on your neck as his eyes traveled back up to yours, that dominating gaze almost putting you in a trance as he helped himself to your skin.

“Alright, buddy boy, it’s been fun and all,” You breathed, letting another well of energy build from your core, “but it’s time to LET. GO!” You yelled, emphasizing each word louder and louder as the fire began to blast off from your body.

The initial discharge was enough for his hold to weaken and put even more space between you. This was just the opportunity you needed, pushing him forward as much as you could (which frankly wasn’t much but you’d let yourself have this moment) while raising your feet off the ground to push and kick off his stomach, breaking his hold.

You cried out in victory and slight relief as your body broke out of his arms. Before he could get his bearings, you took your hand and placed it over his that was holding on to your head, blasting off enough heat to burn his hand and force him to release you with a scream.

Launching yourself in the air, you put as much distance between you and Kryptonian as you could. He yelled out in frustration at the realization that you had gotten away. When his eyes landed on you, you’d almost thought he’d somehow gotten heat vision with the way his eyes were burning at you. That look had you both terrified and insanely horny at the same time.

Conner stared at you for a few more seconds before moving his hand out to point at you, then taking that same hand and pointing at the ground just in front of him with a grunt. He was ordering you to return to your original position, which you definitely didn’t plan on doing.

When you didn’t follow directions, he just growled out loud at you before pointing down at the ground again in a firmer stance. Somehow, he got the idea in his head that you were supposed to do what he says or orders, and when you didn’t do just that, he got angrier. His face was not one of appreciation at your open ‘defiance.’

But, how could you be defiant if you never took orders from the Kryptonian in the first place? So, you just raised yourself higher into the air, figuring as long as you stayed out of his reach, you were safe from another ‘intimate’ session.

But, this was Superboy we were talking about. And while he couldn’t fly, he could still jump high enough to reach you. Something, you had remembered just as he bent down and launched himself at you, screaming out in his usual Conner fashion. But, they weren’t screams of anger, at least from what you assumed.

They sounded more like frustration. You were avoiding the word you knew it actually was. Corny but with an ‘H’.

You moved out of the way in time as he shot past you into one of the cave walls, flying to the other side to keep space between you two. But, it seemed you forgot he could launch himself from walls as well.

That ‘H’ word was clouding your mind.

You felt him reach out to snag you and thinking fast, let yourself drop to the ground before he could. At least, your reflexes weren’t totally out. You watched as he just landed on another cave wall, digging his fingers into the rock to hold himself up, seeing your friends just continue to stare at you in confusion and weirdness.

“Okay, is it just me, or is he acting like a- like uh…” Artemis said, confusion holding onto her brain still as she watched the situation unfold.

“Like a monkey?” Wally answered, also watching this in weirdness and slight amusement. This kind of thing doesn't happen every day. Even for him.

“Yes. He seems to be exhibiting the traits of a wild animal.” Kal pointed out, also watching the madness as you flew from different sides of the cave, managing to avoid the Kryptonian’s numerous attempts to apprehend you.

“Hmm, it would seem that whatever Conner was injected with has amplified his most primal instincts. I assume that Doctor Ivo was trying to take advantage of his prominent urge to fight and destroy from his earlier ‘programming’, and use it against us. But, without the full dose, he only managed to strengthen his other ‘aggressive instincts’.” Red Tornado theorized.

“And those would be…?” M’Gann asked though she had a feeling she didn’t want to know.

“To find and mate with a desirable partner. And, it seems he has chosen Y/N as that partner.” He answered.

To say your friends felt more than awkward and disturbed was an understatement.

Robin and Zatanna went pale, Aqualad started choking on air, M’Gann got even greener than she already was, and Artemis started gagging like she was gonna throw up, even Batman shifted a little. Wally, however, seemed perfectly fine as he just started laughing.

“Oh! Well, what’s so bad about that? He just wants to find a friend!” He exclaimed, feeling sentiment towards his super friend until Zatanna tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear what ‘mate’ actually meant, “Wha- OH GROSS! GET A ROOM YOU TWO!”

Yeah, your friends and mentors were witnesses to your other friend, teammate, and crush (though they didn’t need to know that last part (especially after he & M’Gann literally just broke up), trying to fuck you.

You rolled your eyes at the speedster’s comment, focusing on avoiding another one of Conner’s attempts to capture you. Though this time, he wasn’t trying to just merely grab you, but instead trying to knock you out of the air.

This became clear too late when he launched off the side wall at you with a shout, but instead of holding his arm out, he had his arm tucked in and was aiming his shoulder at you.

You tried to duck out of the way but were just a fraction of a second too late as his body collided with yours, knocking you both toward the ground. You braced for a hard fall but felt Conner once again encircle you in his arms, pulling you around and tucking you into his body just as you both landed with him taking most of the force from the fall.

You felt yourselves sliding until eventually coming to a stop against one of the walls in the hallways.

“Yep, gonna feel that in the morning too.” You groaned, your head falling forward to rest on his chest. His shirt was slightly burnt and torn from your little game of cat and mouse, so you were feeling some parts of his bare skin which did not help the situation in your underwear at all.

Feeling his body vibrate as he grunted again, you looked up to see him looking down at you in amusement.

“You find this funny sir?!” You shouted at him before you felt him leaning up and raising you both off the ground, his arms once again holding you tight against him. Conner pushed you up against the wall, trapping you between, well a literal rock and a hard place. You let out a groan as the air escaped your lungs from the force, the Kryptonian grunting his satisfaction from your noises.

Huh, what do you know? Guys really do enjoy the chase, well, at least not you. You preferred being chased, but this situation may have been a bit of an exception if it weren’t for the circumstances and the audience you had.

Conner pressed his body against yours, letting you feel what probably had to be the most prominent bulge in the history of bulges against your abdomen. The same hand that previously gripped your hair found its way there again as he grabbed a whole fistful of it, pulling your head back as you gasped. His other hand reached around and grabbed a handful of your ass, which poked out nicely from your suit as Zatanna liked to point out sometimes in teasing.

“Hey! Watch those hands, mister,” You warned before letting out a gasp, as he ground himself into you.

He looked down at you, a sinfully prideful smirk on his face as he ground his large bulge against your own crotch. You squirmed in his hold reaching your arms up and pushing against his chest trying to escape again, but it only excited him further as he leered down at your efforts while still grinding against you.

You tried to let balls of fire build in your palms, but Conner had quickly learned your tricks. He took the hand that was groping your ass and snatched both of your wrists together with it, placing them against the wall above your head while moving his other arm around your waist so he could continue to grind your crotches and abdomens together.

He effectively had you trapped, and for some reason, all you could think about was earlier when you trapped the Doctor in that cyclone of fire. Is this how he felt when he realized he had nowhere to go?

You were hard and wet in your set, something the Kryptonian immediately took notice of, as you felt his bulge throb harder and his chest rumbled with an ungodly loud growl. He leaned down to begin his assault on your neck again, not satisfied with his work from earlier apparently.

You whined out, feeling so hot but embarrassed at the same time by the fact that your team was watching this whole thing play out in front of them.

Speaking of which…

“Guys! You gonna intervene now or what?” You yelled out, Conner harshly biting your neck for that as a reprimand. You got away from him once, he wasn’t planning on letting it happen twice.

It was like the Kryptonian could understand everything you were doing and saying while still acting like an animal in heat. Every time you struggled or you tried to burn him, he yanked your head again to break your concentration. The more you whined and groaned, the harder he sucked on your neck, trying to evoke more noises from you. And if you screamed out for help, he’d bite down on your neck with a growl, like a warning.

‘Shut up and submit or else…’

This was literally something straight out of one of your hottest wet dreams, though, if only it wasn't in the presence of others.

Speaking of again…

“GUYS!” You shouted at your friends, who were all just stuck, not knowing what to do.

“Oh right.”

“Sorry.”

“Yeah, our bad.”

“I’m sorry.”

“My apologies.”

“Hm.”

“Interesting.”

“This is so weird.”

They all moved towards you, still clueless about what to do in this situation. How strange does a situation have to be for you to stump two grown adults, not to mention members of the Justice League? Your friends, you could understand as you were all teenagers and this wasn’t something you dealt with every day.

Of course, Batman and Red Tornado also probably didn’t deal with this every day, but they’re the adults in this situation which means they need to act like they’ve dealt with this before!

Everyone moved towards you, slowly, not trying to alert Conner as he continued his ‘ministrations’ on your neck. Though, it seemed that it wasn’t only you who kept forgetting the extent of the Kryptonian’s abilities, one of them being his Super Hearing which was also amped up by whatever sex juice he was injected with.

You felt a low and deep growl come from him, as he turned towards your friends with a threatening look towards them, warning them to not get any closer. Everyone paused for a second, reconsidering getting closer as Conner started to act more like an animal being cornered.

“I’m not sure if this subject matter is taught in your schools, but I do not think it wise to approach Conner in this sort of state. Wild animals are known to be extra dangerous and violent when cornered, especially if they are defending what they believe to be their territory.” Red Tornado suggested as Conner’s eyes seemed to get more wild from your approaching comrades.

Oh, so now you were basically property? This was doing great things for your dignity.

By this point, Wally had had enough by this point.

“Okay forget this then! What are we doing?! There are 6 of us and one of him. Let’s just rush the guy. Super strength and all, he can’t hold us all back..” He suggested.

Note for the future. Never listen to Wally ever again.

The second one took a step to close, Conner went into full defense mode. He pulled back from you, which you thought was a good thing, and almost sighed in relief.

Thought and almost being keywords here.

Conner took the hand that was holding your hands above your head. and grabbed one of the metal panelings of the cave and actually ripped it free. Pieces from the wall including other panels and wires fell out from the exposed part of the wall as he chucked the metal slab in his hand at your teammates.

They ducked out of the way in time, but it provided the Kryptonian with the distraction he needed to grab a smaller piece of metal that was smaller but longer for what he planned off the floor. He took your wrist off the wall (where he felt a sense of smug pride from the fact that you never moved your hands) and bent the metal tightly around your wrists, wrapping them together. Once your hands were tightly bound, he leaned down to wrap his arm around your legs, throwing you over his shoulder.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me!’ You thought to yourself as you hung off Conner’s shoulder which was surprisingly not as uncomfortable as you thought it would be.

How no one managed to swoop in with the time it took him to bind your wrists and put you on his shoulder was beyond you.

These people could avoid lasers, energy blasts, and projectiles shooting at them in a matter of seconds, but, one slab of metal was enough to throw them off their game?!

Okay, truth be told, you were off your game as well.

It’s been a weird day.

“Guys! I could really use your assistance,” You pleaded from your perch, legs wiggling back and forth as you tried to shake and force your way off his shoulder.

Your friends tried to rush Conner as Wally suggested, but that didn’t work out as he just launched himself over them. You watched the ground get farther and closer as he landed. At least you could see your friend's ridiculous looks on their faces as they watched you being hauled off like a caveman holding on to his prize.

Alright, who’s really the ridiculous looking one here?

Batman tried to shoot one of his electrical tasers at him to stun him, but he just grabbed the string before it could touch him and yanked it, knocking the Dark Knight off his feet.

“Yeah, tried that one before too. Didn’t work out well.” Robin said, as his mentor got back on his feet.

Conner screamed out at your comrades, holding his arm around your thighs as you continued to try and wiggle your way off his shoulder. Which, all you were doing was rubbing your hard-on in a back-and-forth motion on his shoulder, giving him the wrong (or right) idea while creating friction against your crotch that was not helping you feel less hot in the slightest.

“This is so not how I expected my day to go.” You groaned before yelling out as you felt a hot sting on your ass from where the Kryptonian just slapped it.

“Are you kidding me?!” You cried.

“Didn’t need to see that!

“Oh, my god…”

“Oh dude, seriously!”

“Now, that’s just rude.”

“I did not need to see that.”

“Hm.”

“Interesting.”

“Okay, that’s just dehumanizing.”

You heard your friend's complaints and groans as Conner continued to avoid their attempts to rescue and subdue him. Eventually, you just accepted your reality.

“I’m so getting torn apart today.”

Conner seemed to agree with that, adding another smack to emphasize it.

“I thought you all were supposed to be heroes!”

☀️ | Conner Kent/ Superboy | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

🔥 | Part Two | 🔥

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adaptacy · 1 year

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Also on the other post you posted there was a request for johnny to hang the reader up in the slaughter house to play with, and carve his name into and idk if you wrote it but I can’t find it if you did — if not would love to read that!

happy to oblige :)

"Ow- Johnny, down, please," you whined, trying to keep your squirming to a minimum, but it wasn't anywhere close to easy. It wasn't deep, only maybe a half inch, but he was doing it in the worst place.

"You can handle a tattoo. This ain't much different," Johnny replied, holding your leg with one arm as you hung in the small shed on his property, sweat beading on your stomach and legs where the sun hit. There was some on your forehead, too, the Texas heat seeping into the shelter even if you were more or less covered.

"Not when it's on my- Ow!" You winced, gritting your teeth as your leg flinched, twitching from it's place trapped under Johnny's arm. "Not when it's my thigh, please. Just- go a little lower, Johnny," you pleaded, but Johnny shook his head, only clamping down on your leg harder.

"Too late now, sweetpea. Already got the J down," he responded, and you groaned, resisting the urge to kick him despite your body's gut instinct.

"Can you go a little lighter, then?" You grunted, letting your head fall back as you took careful breaths in and out, trying to find a release for the pain.

"Nuh-uh," he responded, and you tensed up again when you felt his tongue run over the cut, causing it to sting even more. "It ain't gonna stay if I got lighter. Yer fine, darlin'. Besides, best to prepare you for the brand. If you think this is bad..." he chuckled, pausing his speech to focus as he sliced an O into your skin, and you blinked back tears.

"I thought you were... Ouch, joking about that?" You whispered, trying to subtly hint that you were preferring he was joking about that.

"Awh, that ain't any fun. I think you'd look real cute with a big ol' J.S. on yer hip. Plus, I think the heat seals the wound. Ain't gonna be as bad as ya think," he responded, licking your thigh once more when he finished the O. He started the H, which was quick, thankfully.

"God, you're going to kill me," you whined, closing your eyes. You gasped as he licked over the H, and when his knife pricked you for the start of the N, your leg flinched- though, this time it wasn't the one being held down.

Completely out of your control, your knee reflexively tensed, coming up and knocking him in the forehead as leaned forward to mark you. He was sitting on a small chair next to your hanging body, and he recoiled at the blunt attack, shaking it off rather easily. "What did I tell you?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I promise, Johnny. I'm so sorry- are you alright?" You asked, lifting your head to look down at you, but then you realized what he'd said, and you frantically shook your head. "Wait, waitwaitwait, Johnny, please, I promise it was an accident, I've-"

"Shame, ain't it? Strap in, sweetpea," he chuckled, and you released an exhausted groan. When he'd finished the letters of his name, and thoroughly licked the blood from your thigh, he shifted forward, wiping his blade clean.

"Johnny, it really wasn't on purpose, you know that," you whimpered, still trying your chance at winning him over.

"Oh, I know, pumpkin. But I still gotta teach you a lesson. Anyways, I think this oughta look mighty fine with a lil' clarification," he hummed, gently kissing your thigh.

You gave a guilty smile as you felt the knife puncture your skin again, carving in a perfect 'P'.

Johnny's Property.

#tcm game #tcm #johnny slaughter #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny tcm #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter tcm #adapting to johnny slaughter

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irresistiibles · 1 year

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this event is lowkey my child so i am super excited! i will be away for a few days of it since i'm flying to seattle on the 20th and coming back the 25th but i'll still have my computer and am optimistic i can still get a lot done. with that said beneath the cut is a starter/plot call! i am capping it at 4 per character and per mun, though if there is something you really want to do i may be able to expand. feel free to like to plot or just reply with what starters you want and i'll make it happen. definitely let me know who you want it from and for cause i hate making decisions. finally, though i'll still write this week i will probably be dropping pre-event threads once it actually starts. you can find a condensed post with the starters i owe HERE.

amber - went in willingly - open to death and injury

amber definitely wandered in here with lumine thinking it was something exciting. all things considered she's still kinda intrigued even being stuck within the maze. they'll be helping people out, and be a bit concerned, but in a still upbeat and cheery way. can bring good energy to people who need it

starters (2/4) - gnudy, eula lawrence

asami sato - went in willingly - open to injury and maybe death

to say she went in by choice isn't entirely accurate. her girlfriend wanted to go in and asami wasn't going to let her just wander in alone. asami is freaked out but also a little used to weird stuff, and does have a gun with her. another one who will be helpful as needed.

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ciel phantomhive - was forced in by magic - open to injury

yeah he's not the type to go in a corn maze even if it didn't just pop up over night, unless he has to and has his demon butler with him. since neither of things were true ciel had no intention of going anywhere near the maze and he's very unhappy to wind up there. he's not a great fighter and tires quickly, he's got a weapon he barely knows how to use, and will be trying his best to keep himself alive. he could probably use some help, though he would be the type to turn on others to save himself

starters (2/4) - lizzie midford, blaine anderson

columbina - was forced in by magic - open to injury

she probably found the whole idea intriguing but from a distance. she's not the type to get mad or upset even in the worst of situations, and honestly would not blame anyone wandering the maze who saw her creepy ass just sort of humming along as she goes and assumed she was a monster to fight.

starters (2/4) - alcina dimitrescu, henry creel

esther mckinnon - went in willingly - open to death and injury

honestly i think she entered just a tiny bit before the maze forced people in, her curiosity finally getting the better of her. esther is fully unaware, does not know how to use her magic, and is basically hoping to get by on good energy and a bottle of pepper spray. she could realistically use some help because otherwise she's not getting far here.

starters (3/4) - ethan mckinnon, marlene mckinnon, emmeline vance

glinda upland - was forced in by magic - open to injury and maybe death

yeah corn mazes are too outside in the dirt for her to have ever come in on her own. glinda is also not really a fighter, and only knows how to mostly use her magic to make defensive bubbles around herself. she's having a horrible time, probably is stuck there in heels, and really really wants to go home

starters (2/4) - cho chang, sella palpatine

gu zi - was forced in to magic - open to injury

i think he would consider going in but is a bit of a coward. if someone wants to say that they dragged him in though i would be happy to plot it. he's confused, scared, unhappy, and being a general cry baby about it. he is just absolutely not built for this please help.

starters (1/4) : sherlock holmes

inej ghafa - was forced in by magic dragged in by jesper - open to injury

no way in hell inej was entering a weird randomlly appearing corn maze of all things, and she's unhappy to have wound up here despite that fact. went in with jesper thinking it would be some quick childish thing and now here she is. she is pretty good at keeping herself safe, and her main priority is trying to find her friends, but she might help out others along the way.

starters (2/4) : kaz brekker, aelin galathynius

jin ling - went in willingly - open to death and injury

i was going to say he was forced in before i remembered jin ling is so good at walking into the worst situations ever without even thinking about it!! he's reckless and does not think and by the time he thought to hesitate going into this thing it was too late. he's also unaware so while he remembers some self defense skills his ability to fight is not nearly as good as it should be and he could be in a little trouble

starters (1/4) - nie ruizhi

lily evans - went in willingly - open to injury

unfortunately she and james were worried they were boring adults and decided to go explore in the worst way possible and now here they are. fortunately she is pretty decent with magic and self defense and is very used to the city's bullshit. her priorities and seeing if she can locate any of her friends and get the heck out of there but she will go and help others where she can.

starters (3/4) : lily luna potter, harriet hufflepuff, rubeus hagrid

luo qingyang (mianmian) - was forced in by magic - open to injury

she's so tired of this shit!! she kinda just wants to find a portion of the maze to camp in and roast some corn so people are welcome to join her for that plan because her desire to just wait this out is real. can fight and will try to help people however she can but god give her a break

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madoka kaname - went in willingly - open to injury

another one who unfortunately just tends to walk into danger without thinking it through honestly. she probably thought it was just a surprise corn maze from the city and now here we are!! literally no way to defend herself beyond running and the worst right hook you've ever seen in your life and that will not stop her from throwing herself in danger to help others.

starters (1/4) - homura akemi

mei nianqing - was forced in by magic - open to injury and maybe death

this old man was not going to go anywhere near the corn maze!!! absolutely not are you kidding me! he's just trying to get back out again, though he was give (unwanted) advice to everyone he sees in a way that could maybe be considered helpful.

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nico di angelo - was forced in by magic - open to injury

he knows a magic trap when he sees one and corn maze magically appearing reeks of magic trap. he's very capable of defending himself and even controlling some of the monsters wandering around so he can be a big help if you find him. though he's also very aware of death around him and may be feeling shitty because of how all too aware he will be of everyone dying in the maze.

starters (2/4) - bianca di angelo, hazel lavesque

nie huaisang - was forced in by magic - open to injury and maybe death

will be loudly crying until he finds someone who will help him through this whole thing! is also not mentally stable enough for any of this and may be very on edge!! be cautious around him i don't know what to expect from him so you shouldn't have any clue either.

starters (3/4) - jin guangyao, mo xuanyu, lan wangji

pearl - was forced in by magic

this is not pearl's scene at all but she is also very competent as a fighter and will probably be okay. she will be stressed rambling the whole time and stressing out everyone else around her as a result so there's that, but if you can deal with that she will be offering help. only one not really open to injury just because she's very hard to injure, but will happily involve her in someone else's injury or death plot

starters (2/4) - patch cipriano, dean winchester

princess zelda - was forced in by magic - open to injury

extremely confused and unhappy and stressed! zelda hates things she doesn't understand, and isn't much of a fighter, with only a little self defense training. she'll manage well in some of the more trap/survival areas but is going to have a very hard time dealing with monsters in the maze

starters (1/4) - patia por'co

roronoa zoro - went in willingly? - open to injury

i say he went in willingly but that's not entirely true. i'm so sure zoro was trying to head home one day and just wandered in to the maze by mistake, and now has been stuck there for an extra day. he is luckily very good at fighting and surviving, but his sense of direction is absolutely horrible so please!! help him out! also might start fights with other people because like, he just assumes anyone who looks a little strange or dangerous could be a monster. he's a mess

starters (1/4) - nami

shang qinghua - was forced in by magic - open to injury and maybe death

he knows a setup when he sees one! if anyone is capable of breaking the fourth wall of rp it would be shang qinghua who absolutely knew the corn maze could mean nothing but trouble and stayed away from it as long as possible. he's doing his best but is an every man for himself type of guy unless you're one of the rare people he likes and he will trip others to get away from monsters.

starters (1/4) - shen qingqiu

shi qingxuan - went in willingly - open to injury and maybe death

unfortunately qingxuan was probably out drinking with some friends who thought it would be fun to check out the random corn maze and now here they are! so unhappy! so stressed! so screwed!! trying to help out here and there despite everything but i cannot promise any actual useful help here. if anything she is the one who desperately needs assistance.

starters (1/4) - samara palpatine

toph beifong - was forced in by magic - open to injury

toph, who can use their seismic sense to see blocks of areas at a time and noticed the way the maze was constantly shifting and changing immediately definitely got in here only to immediately turn to anyone nearby and hit them with "well, maze is fucked." she'll be fine despite that tbh and will probably wind up having some fun fighting things, but isn't even trying to get out because she knows that's kinda impossible until whatever magic shit is happening stops, and will tell others this is the case

starters (1/4) - katara

wirt - was forced in by magic - open to injury

just went from one autumn themed horror show to another and is extremely unhappy about it!! hopeful that maybe his brother is somehow somewhere in this maze but he's not feeling good about it. extremely anxious but powering through to the best of his ability. he can't fight but he is relatively smart and he really wants out of this maze!! so if that means working with others that is absolutely fine by him

starters (2/4) - dani dennison, marco del rossi

yin yu - was forced in by magic - open to injury and non memory changing death

so tired. so so tired. he's got a shovel for a weapon, the energy of a sad thirty year old who has given up on improving his life, and is just sort of trudging through accepting that this is the next shit show in his never ending list of ls in life. he tries to be a good guy, he'll help out where he can, but if there is a vibe check he is not passing it

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zagreus - went in willingly - open to injury and non memory changing death

he's excited! he hasn't gotten to experience many human halloween's and walked straight in and honestly, has not entirely realized there's something wrong with the situation. he likes fighting, he spent a chunk of his life escaping a maze like underworld, so he's having fun and feeling right at home. will help people out but will also be chuckling the whole time about what a cool event this is and how nice it is for the city to do it.

starters (1/4) : drusilla keeble

zhongli - went in willingly - open to injury and maybe death

this man is unfortunately the case of curiosity killed the cat. he knew it was probably a bad idea and walked in anyway! he's regretting it for sure since unaware zhongli can barely fight compared to aware zhongli, but he does have a level head and a very smart way of thinking, so he'll be getting by and repressing his emotions so he doesn't have to feel shaken until he escapes somehow

starters (1/4) - rowena ravenclaw

#the way i debate more characters while also taking seven years to do these calls as it is #hw: starter call #hw: plot call #hwevent16 #death mention tw #injury mention tw

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electricbluebutterflies · 1 year

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wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them

Joel/Tess, slightly closer to canon era than I've written them before but I'm still working on MY timeline for them soooo. PG-ish and also on ao3.

She doesn’t ask about the nightmares.

She doesn’t ask about a lot of things, really – Tess’s quiet and peaceful domestic life, to the extent it could be described as any of those things, hinges on her ability to keep her mouth shut at the right times. Besides, at this point in time every human being still alive has been through some shit, and it’s better not to know more than that, and-

She doesn’t ask about the nightmares, but she deals with their fallout all the same.

There are routines for this, as for everything they have become. Her partner does not reach a breaking point easily; he entered her life already broken, she thinks sometimes, and their dynamic has merely smoothed the edges. She knows something is wrong when their positions change, when she wakes up to him wrapping around her instead of the usual other way around, like he can’t lose anyone else, like-

Words won’t help, she reminds herself as she quickly processes the situation. Nothing she can do will actually help. Best she can try for is distraction.

She reaches up and gets her hand on his face, cautious touch until she feels his eyes open. “Don’t talk,” she says before he can start, before this turns into one of those middle-of-the-night barely coherent apologies that just hurt him more. “Nothing wrong right now. I’m here. Breathe. Breathe.”

He won’t verbally reply, she knows. Her other hand slips up his shirt, over his heart, currently racing and she doubts it’ll calm for a few minutes yet. She worries, damn her, and-

Distraction, she reminds herself with just the slightest hint of bitterness. All she’s good for like this is distraction.

She kisses him anyways, soft and lingering and not going anywhere more than this, taking the need for explanation. She knows just enough of what happened, knows his mind isn’t always safe and… these things happen, she expected some kind of mental damage would have to balance out how hot he is, and-

“I owe you,” he says when they break, as if this has ever been transactional. Hell, maybe it has been for him, maybe-

“For what?” she counters. “I didn’t…”

“Still bein’ here. Even when shit like this happens. Even-“

This could become a fight, to the extent they have those, but… it’s on that middle-of-the-night line between too late and too early, and Tess is too damn tired to point out that this connection has been the best part of her life since the moment she got eyes on him. She’ll take those thoughts to her grave, she’s more sure of it every time she holds back, she won’t-

“You’re warm,” she says instead, and that’s a safe enough confession. “You’re warm and you let me kiss you first. What more could any woman want?”

Joel at least seems to take that for the please-shut-up that it is – his hands stay where they are on her back, but his heartbeat and breathing are getting closer to normal. “Still don’t deserve you.”

“Less talk, more sleep.”

She knows this isn’t over, really. At some point in the next few days he will repay her, either by bringing home something she’ll like from a trade deal or just as likely with his pretty face between her thighs for a while. She doesn’t ask for anything, but she doesn’t decline offerings either.

But those are problems for later. For now she kisses a few more tears off his face, for now she closes her eyes and slips her arms back around his waist where they belong, and-

She doubts it will ever be said out loud, doubts their lives will ever lead to that fullness, but she knows she is loved all the same. Let that be enough.

#ebf writes fic #joel x tess #queue

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The Forgotten Promise Part 7

A Race Against Time,

Talea turned around several corridors, looking for Link but she didn't see him anywhere. A few minutes ago, she had lost him in the crowded streets while he was being chased by the dog.

"Link! Where are you!?" She tried calling out to him again. As she rounded another corner, Talea had bumped into someone and stumbled back.

'I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I was looking for someone-" Talea's eyes widen when she saw that it was Skull Kid who she had bumped into.

"Skull Kid!"

"What are you doing out here? You promised to never leave the hideout." Skull Kid crossed his arms angrily.

"I was looking for you." Talea told him. "You got to change Link back. And you need to take that mask off! I don't know why you are doing this, but this is not the way! It's controlling you!"

"See. She's trying to get rid of me. We're so close. Do something about her now!" Skull Kid heard the mask talking to him.

"Link, Link, Link! That's all I ever hear from you!" Skull Kid shouted. "And now you're telling me to take off my mask..." Talea cut him off.

"But it's the truth!" Talea pleaded to him.

"And where did you hear this from?" Skull Kid asked.

"The mask salesman that you stole the mask from. He told us that any who wears that mask will bring catastrophe upon the world."

"I will never do that to you. I promised to grant your wish. Why would I lie to you?" the mask spoke.

"Very unlikely story, if what you're saying is true." Skull Kid dismissed.

"It's controlling you! You have to believe me, please! We're friends, aren't we?" Talea insisted to him. Skull Kid tensed up but stayed silent. "I promised that I wouldn't leave you and I won't." She reached a little closer almost reaching the mask. Skull Kid's hand shot out, grabbing Talea's wrist. A dark gleam appeared through the eyes of the mask.

"How about a front row seat, so you can see what I'm about to do?" Skull Kid spoke.

"No!" Talea screamed and the two vanished.

The woman took Link to her home which was an inn called the Stock Pot Inn. Link learned that the woman's name was Anju and she lived with mother and grandmother and that she was also to be engaged in the next few days. Anju set Link down and started to clean up his cuts.

"Hey, are we in Hyrule?" Link asked her. Anju blinked at Link in confusion.

"Hyrule? I've never heard of it. This is Termina. And this place is called Clock Town." She told him. Link went silent. He had gone through a dimension entirely different from his. This wasn't his timeline.

"This might sting a little."

Link jumped, hissing a little in pain when Anju placed a cotton ball on his cut. "Ow!"

"Most years the town would be really buzzing. But now, everyone's a little upset because of the rumors." Anju spoke.

"Rumors?"

"The rumor is that in three days, during the carnival of time the moon will fall."

Link's eyes widen in shock. What!?

"The town can't decide on what to do. Some want to evacuate, and some want the carnival to go on." Anju said and she closed up the first aid box and smiled. "Okay, you're done."

"Aren't you going to run?"

Anju shook her head. "I'm not leaving."

"Because of Kafei?" Link questioned, recalling Anju's mother saying something about him. "Is he your boyfriend?"

"My, my, aren't you a grown up!" Anju replied before her smile dropped a little. "We were supposed to get married, but he's gone missing. We planned to get married at the carnival. But I'm sure he'll come back! I know he will!" Link saw Anju hug her arm, nervously. "But to tell you the truth, I'm a little scared...I'm sorry. You're too young to understand such things."

"Yeah. Don't worry I'm sure he'll come back. There's no way he'd break a promise to a great girl like you!" Link said. Anju blinked in surprise, looking at Link. Then she smiled and picked him up, hugging him.

"That's sweet! I feel better already!" She told him and set Link back down. "Besides, there's still three days left."

Link nodded. "Right!"

Tatl fluttered furiously. "Hey! Why are you taking it easy!? We're supposed to find my brother!"

"We will. Now be quiet." Link shushed the fairy.

"You know the moon's been looking a little creepy. Like someone's face..." Anju spoke. "We say that little demon is calling the moon."

"Little demon?" Both Link and Tatl asked wondering before they realized who Anju was talking about. Link's eyes widen in shock when he saw Skull Kid suddenly appear behind Anju, who didn't notice him.

"Skull Kid!"

"I told you! There's nothing I can't do!" Skull Kid said. Anju turned around, startled, now noticing him behind her. Skull Kid laughed. "I'm bringing down the moon on the very day she's looking forward to! It's going to be quite a carnival! And that's not all, friend stealer, there's a special someone waiting for you." And he quickly left through the window, jumping out of it. Link blinked in confusion. What did he mean by that?

How was Skull Kid going to make the moon fall?

"Special someone? Friend stealer? Link murmured to himself before his eyes widen. Skull Kid must have found Talea! Link and Tatl quickly followed after him. Anju tried to stop Link, but he was already gone.

"Wait! How do you plan to do that!?" Link shouted. Skull kid ignored him and continued to run, darting across the rooftops. Link tried to follow him but it was difficult because of his little legs. He saw Skull Kid float upwards to the top of the Clock Tower in the center of the town. Link quickly chased after him and ran up the stairs. As he reached the top of the tower, Link saw Skull Kid floating in the center with Tael flying behind him, nervously. A little to the left him, Link saw Talea was tied up in ropes.

"You really are stupid to actually come here by yourself." Skull Kid spoke.

"Give me back my ocarina!" Link shouted at him.

"O, Majora's mask, hear my wish!" Skull shouted and then he looked up towards the moon and let out a scream. The moon began to fall down, faster.

"Skull kid! Stop this! Please, this is just another one of your jokes, right!?" Tatl shouted. Skull Kid didn't answer.

"Sis! There's four people! Bring them here! One from the swamp, mountain, sea and valley!" Tael shouted. Skull Kid smacked Tael, swatting the fairy away.

"Keep your mouth shut, you stupid fairy!"

"Hey! That's my brother! Is this how you treat your friends!?" Tatl shouted, furiously. The ocarina fell out from Skull Kid's pocket and he quickly caught it before it fell. He looked down at Link, mockingly tossing the ocarina up and down, catching it.

"Even if you got it, you still couldn't beat me! Think you can stop me? Then do it!" He shouted.

The moon fell faster!

"What are you waiting for!? Stop him!" Tatl shouted.

"How!? I don't have any special powers!?" Link shouted.

"Link! Blow a bubble!" Talea shouted.

Bubble? Link's eyes widen and he quickly turned back to Skull Kid, aiming at the ocarina. A blew a bubble out from his mouth and it knocked the ocarina out from Skull Kid's hands. Link quickly dove and caught it just as it fell.

The Ocarina of Time! He'll play the song of time! Then suddenly something happened. The ocarina began to transform into a tuba, with several wrapping around Link. Link quickly blew into the instrument and began to play the song of time. The princess had taught him this song. This has to do something! Goddess of Time. Zelda...Give me your strength!

Little by little, time slowly began to reverse back.

Link and Talea both blinked in shock, along with Tatl, as they found themselves back inside the clock tower, hearing the grinding gears. Skull Kid was nowhere to be seen.

"How did we end back here again?" Talea asked, really confused. Then she turned to Link giving him a suspicious look, backing away a little. "Who are you, Link? You're not just an ordinary person, are you?"

Before Link could answer her, the Happy Mask Salesman appeared from the shadows and slowly walked over to them with the same creepy grin on his face.

"Ah, so you've returned!"

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curseofaphrodite · 3 years

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Hermione ends up confessing out of anger when somebody flirts with f!reader

Jealousy Hermione x fem!reader ~ summary: jealous Hermione + happy ending. Loved writing this, but I did stray a bit off the original request. There's not much of a fight, but hopefully it's not too bad!

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You and Hermione have always been close. Bestfriends, even. Which is why you knew you shouldn't have a crush on her, because you can't lose the one person who mattered the most to you. You couldn't stand her rejection either. So you took your feelings and dumped them in that part of your head which you never looked at.

You hated it when anyone tried to make Ron blush by talking about Hermione. He was a constant reminder that not only would you never get the girl you love, but you were also going to have to deal with the pain that she would one day be with one of your closest friends. Of course, not anytime soon, because both Ron and Hermione were too stubborn to admit their feelings.

Or maybe she doesn't have any feelings for him at all, you had hoped that every single day, but now you weren't so sure. The pain didn't get smaller, but you learned to ignore it.

"Y/N!" Harry sat down beside you in the common room, eating a chocolate frog.

"Why's your hair full of snow?" You asked, laughing.

"Because it's snowing outside and I was visiting Hagrid." He replied, trying to shake the snow out of his hair, but only making his hair messier.

"Stay still, for fuck's sake." You did your best to get his hair clean again, not noticing Ron and Hermione sitting across from you.

"You could just use a spell, you know." She snapped, startling you both.

"Holy hell, you're quieter than the damn ghosts." You exclaimed.

"Actually, Sir Nicholas can't shut his mouth." Ron shrugged.

"Hey Y/N, I actually have a lot of work left on astronomy. Can you please help me?" Harry asked, dragging out the please. He knew you'd help him anyway.

"What do I get?" You asked, your hands folded.

"Anything from Honeydukes the next time we go to Hogsmeade."

"Promise?"

"Scout's honor." He grinned, getting up. "I've got to get my books and then we'll meet up in the library?"

"Sure, let me get my stuff too." You were both off, talking about random stuff.

...leaving a very annoyed Hermione and an oblivious Ron.

"Good for him!" He said once you were both out of their earshot.

"Why?" Hermione asked, a bit too sharply.

"Did you not see what I saw? He scored a date with her! Hogsmeade, Honeydukes? Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?"

Her mouth fell open. "That's not a date, we do it all the time!"

"Yeah, the three of us. OH, wait you know what, I take back I said. He didn't get a date-" Ron said quickly.

Hermione sighed in relief.

"-he got two dates!"

"What?"

"They're both in the library, Hermione. Talking about stars. Alone. Very romantic. I'm proud of them." He sighed.

"You're insufferable." She stood up, walking away.

What did I do now? He thought, before shrugging and eating the rest of the chocolate frogs that Harry had left behind. - A week later. "How was your date?" Hermione asked as you got back.

"What date?" You were confused. And possibly a bit distracted by her new perfume. God, it smelled great.

"Harry? I thought you went to Hogsmeade together."

"Yeah, because he owed me. Speaking of!" You dumped the bag in her bed, and a lot of candy came spilling out. Hermione looked indifferent.

"Come on, I saved them for you!" You took a random one and pointed it at her face. She waved it away.

"Y/N, just- listen to me, you can't lead him on then! It's rude!"

"He doesn't like me, and I'm pretty sure he's got a crush on Ginny." You said, confused by her defensiveness. "What's going on? Are you good-"

You stopped when the realization hit you.

"You're jealous!"

Hermione turned red, and no words came out of her mouth. She kept her eyes at anywhere but you.

"It's true, isn't it? Holy shit. You and Harry! You li-"

"What? I don't like Harry, Y/N what are you talking about?" She asked in disbelief.

"Uh- so you're not jealous?"

"You're so dense!" Hermione threw her hands to the air, giving up. "It's you! Always been you! I like you, okay? Far too much and uh- Y/N?"

You were frozen, the candy slipping down from your hands.

"Y/N! Are you okay?"

"Please tell me you're not lying right now. That would be cruel." You said slowly.

"I'm not. I've been in denial but I couldn't stand him flirting with you-"

"That wasn't flirting." You laughed. Could anyone blame you? All of this made you so fucking happy. You kept laughing and threw yourself at her, attacking her in a huge hug. "You have no idea how much I like you."

"Maybe you could tell me? This Saturday, Hogsmeade?' She breathed and you broke away from her hug, feeling mesmerized under her glance. She looked absolutely stunning this close. But when did she not?

"It's a date," You said, bumping your forehead gently to hers. Her fingers intertwined between yours.

"It's a date." She repeated, smiling.

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It’s All in the Perspective

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4491

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Gun Violence, Minor Character Injury, A Peek at Angry Bucky, Explosions (if that’s a warning), Mentions of Stevie (I really miss him, guys)

A/N: So! Here it is! Part 4.3! After long hours of laboring and slaving away - kidding, kidding. I had a bit of trouble with this part, not gonna lie, because there’s a lot of feelings I wanted to try explaining. To do that, there’s a little sort of twist at the end that, once I decided to put in, made the chapter much smoother to write. I wasn’t happy with it at first, but now I’m satisfied.

There’s a lot of things happening in this one; it’s longer than I had anticipated because of the little snippet at the end I added. It’s got a few scene-for-scene things, but I kinda blew past it just to get to the characters’ emotions and stuff. Plus writing action like the shipping yard scene is hard when you’re not focusing entirely on that scene, which I wasn’t.

You’ll notice that the last little bit with Ayo (the Wakandan) isn’t in this. That’s because I couldn’t really find a way to fit it in and I’m assuming it will fit in better with next week’s episode.

Not beta’d, so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you wonderful people for reading and commenting! I enjoy hearing your opinions and what you like about the show and the series! Enjoy the final Part for Episode 3 and stay tuned for an announcement tomorrow about the One Shots I’ll be doing in relation to this series!

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

You and Bucky kept sneaking glances at each other as you walked through the dock, weaving between the different colored shipping containers with Sharon leading the way. Every time you caught his eye, his ears turned red and he looked away, scanning your surroundings. Not that you were any better, immediately turning away when he turned your way.

You almost kissed him. Fuck. You couldn’t let that happen. He was your friend. Your teammate. He was the best friend to the man you fell in love with, who just so happened to be your best friend. Your best friend who left you. Your best friend who you promised you would watch out for Bucky.

Bucky…who you also fell in love with. Whether or not it was because of Steve, the fact of the matter was: you loved him. You loved both of them. And you’d never loved anyone like that before. And one left. And the other was trying to navigate through his shitty life. And you weren’t any better. Which is why, you decided in that moment, that no matter how much you wanted to - and holy shit did you want to - you wouldn’t pursue.

Yet. Maybe. Ugh! When did feelings become so complicated?!

When you started having them.

You silently grumbled to yourself, shaking your head clear. You had to focus and be in the moment. Now was not the time to sort out what to do about the suddenly rising emotions towards the cerulean eyed brunette currently burning with you with a gaze you refused to return.

“Alright.” Sharon stopped, making the group stop as well. “He’s in there. Container 4261. I’ll keep an eye out while you guys talk to Nagel. But hurry; we’re on borrowed time.”

You each grabbed one of the earpieces she held in her palm, slipping it comfortably in your ear. “I’ll stay back with you.” Sharon went to talk, but you cut her off. “I’d feel better knowing it’s not just you out here.”

She pursed her lips, before nodding. “Alright. If that’s what you want.”

“Doll-”

“I’ll be fine, Buck.” You insisted, checking your gun to make sure it was loaded. Bucky stayed quiet, nodding in begrudging acceptance.

You and Sharon headed off as the boys went towards the storage unit. “Just like old times, huh?” Sharon raised an eyebrow at you.

You grinned, shoving your gun in the thigh holster she let you borrow. “Let the good times roll, babe.”

“Absolutely.” Sharon winked, before you two split up to cover more ground. It wasn’t long before Sharon announced company and you took off sprinting in her direction.

You got to her just as more thugs approached her from behind, immediately lunging into action.

“Hey, so, we never finished that conversation!”

You grunted as you roundhouse kicked a guy, hooking your knee over his shoulder and pulling him to the ground by the neck “Really?! You wanna do that now?!”

“Sure! I’m not too busy!”

You rolled your eyes at her reply, seeing her knock a guy unconscious before she turned around to knee another one in the face. “What were we talking about?”

“Why’re you holding back?”

“It’s complicated!” You elbowed a guy in the ribs, flipping him over your shoulder and twisting his arm till a sickening crack sounded.

“Because of Steve?!”

“Yes - no! Kind of!”

Sharon was on the floor choking a guy out as you slammed a guy’s head into a shipping container, pushing him at another guy. “You loved him didn’t you?! And I mean, like in love with him!”

“Who?!” You laced your fingers around the back of his head and brought his face down onto his knee.

“Director Fury!” You gave her a look which she snorted at. “Steve, you dumbass! Who else?!”

“Yeah! No shit I was in love with him!” You ran up the side of a storage unit to do a backflip and land on some guy’s shoulders, choking him out. Before he fell, you rolled off, tripping a guy in the process and elbowing his throat.

“Well at least you’re admitting it now!”

You were hit in the back of the head, thrown into a wrestle with another guy on the ground. You bit his hand, making him cry out, before you headbutted him.

“You couldn’t even hear his name without having to remind people you were ‘just friends’!”

“We were just friends, Share! You know that!”

You heard her shoot of a gun a few times as you smacked someone in the back of the head with the butt of your gun, trying to save ammo. “You really never did anything about it?!”

“No!”

She glanced at you incredulously from across the way, bodies now littering the ground. “And you don’t regret that?”

“No.” You sighed at her look, relenting. “Yes. Kind of. I dunno. I mean…he’s happy with his decision, and for me that’s enough.”

“But doesn’t it hurt?”

“Of course it hurts. It hurts like hell. But-”

“But you still have him so it’s all good.”

You bit your lip, shrugging. “Something like that.”

Sharon tilted her head, confused. “So why don’t you tell him?”

“I dunno. I don’t think either of us is ready.”

“C’mon. I saw you two earlier. You should’ve just kissed him.”

Rolling your eyes, you frowned when you noticed something missing. “Ah shit. My ear piece. It must’ve fallen out earlier.” You looked around, but Sharon stopped you, nodding her head between a couple shipping containers.

“Don’t worry about it. Mine broke a little while ago, too. Let’s go get the guys. Tell them we need to leave.”

You nodded and started running with her to the unit Nagel’s lab was in. You followed her around the corner, only to widen your eyes and shove her out of the way. Two gunshots rang out, Sharon catching the guy right between the eyes, while the man’s bullet grazed your shoulder.

“Ow, fuck.” You hissed, hand immediately going up to clamp your wound.

“Dammit! You shouldn’t have done that, you idiot!”

You gave her a look. “You’re welcome.”

Rolling her eyes, she quickly tore off part of your shirt. “Hey!”

“First off, this is my shirt. Second, I’m just making it more of a crop top. Third, it’s your own fault, so quit your whining.”

“Touchy touchy.” You grumbled, wincing when she tied it around your arm.

“Just come on. And hey,” she turned to you as she sprinted with your wrist in her hold. “My advice? Don’t wait. Seriously. I know it must be weird, the whole he’s his best friend, he was your best friend, now he’s your best friend, thing you’ve got going on, but there’s nothing else stopping you. Steve made his choice. And he’d be fine with whatever you choose as long as you’re happy.”

You shook your head. “But Bucky’s still healing-”

“So? He’s already been on dates. I think you’re just using that as an excuse to protect your heart from hurting again. Trust me; Barnes isn’t going anywhere.”

Not able to respond since you were making your way to the guys in Nagel’s lab, you bit your lip, hating that she got the last say in the conversation. She definitely planned it so she would. “We’re outta time, fellas.”

As if things couldn’t get worse Zemo - that fucking snake, you knew he was gonna do something stupid - took out a gun he got from who knows where. You sure as hell didn’t let him have a gun. Before you could stop him, he shot Nagel, your best, your only, lead.

“Goddammit!” You growled as Sam and Sharon restrained him. “You fucking-”

The explosion came next, again happening faster than you could react. Bucky grabbed you and pulled you underneath him, covering you with his body as glass and metal flew around you. With ringing ears, you groaned, squinting your eyes open.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You were vaguely aware of the alarms going off, a red light blinking behind Bucky’s head. You nodded, his worried eyes softening just slightly at your response. “We gotta get out-”

“I know, I know. C’mon.” He helped you up, eyes catching sight of the makeshift bandage on your arm. “Dammit, what did you do?”

“I’m fine.” You pushed his hands off. “Go help Sharon. We’ve gotta move. Now.” He huffed, but nodded and moved over to get Sharon. You tried to see where Zemo went through the smoke, but he was already gone.

You four made it just before the whole thing combusted due to the chemicals in the lab. So much for any evidence or leads.

The moment you got out, you were thrust into a gunfight, rolling your eyes as Bucky and Sam, once again, did their own thing.

“Are they always like this?”

“Usually it’s worse. Wait until they start arguing about who was right.” Sharon gave you an unamused look to which you nodded at, ducking when a bullet whizzed by you. “I know. It’s so annoying.”

Sure enough, when Bucky ran out of bullets, the bickering commenced, making you huff and Sharon shout at them. “Are they serious?”

You shot a few more bullets before your gun started clicking. “Dammit. Unfortunately.”

“I’m out!”

“Me too!”

Another explosion and a person you couldn’t see clearly through the haze caused a distraction for you guys to get away, Sam practically shoving you and Sharon into an open shipping container as Bucky took care of a couple more bounty hunters.

“What happened? Both of your comms went out.” Bucky growled once he came in behind you, grabbing your forearm to study your wound.

“It’s just a graze. Chill your ass down. I lost my earpiece and Sharon’s broke.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, his voice low with warning. “What. Happened.”

“We rounded a corner, the guy was there. I shoved Sharon, he shot, she shot, I got hit, he’s now dead. Happy?”

“You promised.” He snapped, finger tightening on your arm. “You said you’d save yourself first.”

“Buck, let go.” Grabbing his wrist, you tugged a bit, wincing slightly. “Seriously. Stop. That hurts.”

He blinked, his features slacking and his fingers immediately dropping your arm. “Doll, I-I…fuck.” He turned to go punch through the back wall to get out of the unit you were in.

Before you could respond and tell him it was fine, the Baron himself drove up in a slick blue convertible. You groaned at Bucky’s response to Zemo. “We need him.” God, you were getting tired of hearing that.

“You’re lucky I don’t bash your head in.” You growled at him.

“If you try that shit again-”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Sam raised an eyebrow when Bucky got into the passenger’s seat with no hesitation, looking at you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but you shrugged and slipped into the back with Sam. Bucky and you always took the back seat. You had ever since the dumb little blue car Steve got.

You hugged Sharon in parting, knowing she couldn’t come with. “Hey.” She looked at you sternly. “Take a leap.”

“We’ll see.” You told her, sitting down and buckling.

“Do better than that, Y/L/N. And get me that pardon you promised me.” She told Sam, pointing at him..

“Thanks for everything.” She nodded, before jogging off in the opposite direction you’d be heading. Sam turned back to the front, an annoyed expression crossing his face. “You’re not gonna move your seat up, are you?”

“No.”

You snickered as Sam shot you a glare, Zemo starting to drive the car out of the shipping yard, away from the chaos.

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You collapsed onto the seat in front of Bucky, leaning onto the knee he had propped up against the back. He glanced up at you, face blank, before looking back down at his metal hand he was cleaning.

“Here. Let me see-”

“I got it.” He grumbled, shifting away from where your hands reached for his.

Your eyes widened, stunned at his reaction. “Bucky, just let me-”

“I said no, Y/N.” Your name. Again. You can’t remember him calling you ‘doll’ since before the shipping yard explosion.

“Are you okay?” He merely grunted. You straightened off his leg, swatting his knees with the back of your hand. “Hey.”

He shifted again, planting his feet on the floor. “Stop.”

“No.”

He shot you a warning glare. “Y/N-”

“Stop calling me that.”

“It’s your name, isn’t it?”

“What is wrong with you?” You scrunched up your features in confusion and concern. “Is this about my arm? I told you it’s fine.” You got no response except his eye flickering to your now properly bandaged shoulder. “Why are you acting so weird?”

He shrugged. “I’m not.”

You scoffed in disbelief, jaw dropping. “You’re not.”

“Nope.”

“Fine.” You stood up, brushing your legs off, the bare skin having splotches and smears of dirt and dust. “If you wanna be like that, go ahead. Brood. Be a child. When you’re ready to talk to me about whatever the hell is bothering you, like an adult, I’ll be in the back room.”

You only took two steps before he called out for you. “Doll.” You turned around, an expectant look on your features as you crossed your arms, shifting your weight to one foot. He looked up at you nervously, before looking down and picking at the metal plates of his hand. “I got scared.”

Your features softened, your head tilting gently. “Scared?”

“When you stopped talking. You and Sharon…you were talking. But both of your comms went down around the same time and I…it scared me. I-I don’t get scared anymore. Not the way I did when your voice stopped. I didn’t mean to hurt you…” His voice got quieter at the last sentence, his eyes looking to the purple handprint on your forearm.

“It was an accident, Buck.” You reassured him, settling back down in front of him. “It’s fine. You were still reeling it in from the bar. I know it’s hard for you to judge your strength like that. Steve had problems like that too.” You looked down at the rag he was holding, putting your hand out.

He licked his lips, before handing you the rag. You got off the couch to shift so you were sitting between his legs, his chest to your back. Holding his metallic hand between both of yours, you set to work, gingerly wiping away the grime, picking at the filth that wedged itself between the plates.

“He,” you chuckled, shaking your head at the moment you were remembering. “He accidentally gave me a concussion once when we were sparring. At first it was awesome; he got me my favorite take out and took me to the movies and all that. But then he just started getting annoying. Wouldn’t even let me reach for the TV remote on the coffee table a yard away.”

“Can I ask you something?” You hummed, tilting your head slightly when you felt his chin hooking on your shoulder, giving him more room. “How long did you love him?”

Freezing, you raised an eyebrow and turned to face him. “What?”

“You and Sharon. When you were talking…your comms were on.”

“How-” You swallowed thickly, a lump suddenly forming in the back of your throat. “How much did you hear?”

“Yours went out right after you admitted you were in love with him. Hers went out after you said you were just friends.”

Holding in a sigh of relief, you went back to cleaning his hand. “I don’t really know exactly when it happened. After the Battle of New York, maybe. So 2012, I guess? I dunno. I was getting up from falling for him, though. A few years later.”

“Was?”

“I - yeah. I kind of…fell again.”

He hummed, leaning back, taking his chin off your shoulder and unwinding his arm from your waist. “He’s an easy person to fall for. Hell, I’m pretty sure I had a crush on him once upon a time.”

You chuckled at that, raising an eyebrow over your shoulder at him. “I never said I fell for him again. But, yeah. You’re right.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “You like someone else?”

“It’s…complicated.”

“Oh…” He cleared his throat as you went back to his hand. “Uh…so you don’t still love him? Steve, I mean?”

“He was the first person I really loved, Bucky. A part of me will always love him.”

Bucky fingers twitched in your hold, the fingers on his other hand tapping against his thigh. “You know…he loved you too.”

You sighed, closing your eyes. “Don’t do that.”

“It’s true-”

“He left, James. If he loved me, why would he leave?”

You could feel his hesitation as his next words left his lips. “I-I dunno.” That was a lie. You could hear it in his voice. If there was one person Steve trusted more than you, it was Bucky. Of course he knew.

“Listen, I really don’t want to talk about this-”

“It’s in the notebook.” You bit your lip as Bucky shifted, pulling out the little notebook from his pocket. “He made lists - he liked lists. He made lists of things you said that made him laugh. Songs that reminded him of you. Little quirks you do that he noticed over the years. He missed you every time you went on a mission and prayed you’d get back safely.”

“James, please-”

“He didn’t want me to let you know. But I had to tell you. You have to know. He loved you.”

You let out a shaky breath as he placed the book on your thigh. You stared at it for a moment, before grabbing it and placing it in his left hand, closing his fingers around it and standing up. “I think…I’m gonna go rest for a bit in the back room. Holler if you need me.”

You didn’t wait for a response, moving quickly to the small back room of the plane which you got dressed in only a couple days ago. It only had one arm chair and instead of a door there was a curtain, but you were fine with that, plopping down in the chair and reclining.

Why? Why would he bring that up? Did he hear more than he said? Was he trying to let you down easy before you could even tell him how you felt? Did he get spooked after dancing? After the almost-kiss?

You never thought of Steve in the wrong. After all he’d done for the world in his life, he deserved to be selfish - to be happy. And Peggy gave him that. But why? Why would he leave if he loved you so dearly? If he really did what Bucky said? He wouldn’t. He’s not cruel. He wouldn’t up and leave, without even saying goodbye, knowing how deeply you loved him and feeling the same about you. This was Steven Grant Rogers for crying out loud! He wouldn’t…right?

But Bucky…he wouldn’t lie to you. He wouldn’t tell you that, especially knowing how much you missed the lovable blonde. And you knew his words held at least some truth. Actions spoke louder than words, and as something Bucky said repeated itself in your mind, you started slipping into a memory, your eyes shutting and your breaths evening out.

“He missed you every time you went on a mission and prayed you’d get back safely.”

The incessant knocking made you groan, shouting that you were coming and mumbling curses. You barely threw open the door before his worried voice hit your ears. “Are you okay? Were you hurt?”

“Stevie.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes and looking over at the clock on the wall. “Bubs…it’s two in the morning. I just got back, like, an hour ago.”

He shuffled, pink lips in a pout, eyes round and distressed. “I know, honey. I know. I’m sorry. But I heard you got hurt-”

You shook your head, a small giggle of amusement leaving your lips and you lifted your right hand, letting him see the black split holding your ring and pinky fingers. “I jammed my fingers in a door. The doc said I’ll be fully healed in a month at most.”

His eyes darted across your face and down your body, scanning for any more injuries. After glancing at your hands again, they finally landed on your eyes once more. Next thing you knew, you were being held against his chest, his face in the crook of your neck. You hummed softly, running your fingers down his spine, moving the two of you deeper into your apartment so you could shut the door.

“Don’t ever do that again. I gotta have faith in something and if you come home hurt, it’ll be crushed.”

Your eyebrows knit together. At his strange wording. “What’s that mean?”

“It means you have to promise me you’ll stay safe, honey.” He pulled back and held your face between his hands. “Please.”

“I can promise I’ll try my best.” You teased lightly, smiling at him and booping his nose, making him grin, although it was strained. “Why don’t you stay here tonight? We’ll turn on some TV in my room and you can keep me safe while I get much needed sleep.”

That made his grin relax into a real one, his head nodding in agreement. “Sounds perfect.”

“C’mon, bubs.” You took his hand, leading him to your room. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and you’ll catch some zzzz’s too.”

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“What the hell was that?”

Bucky turned to Sam, who was gaping at him in utter disbelief, looking from the assassin to the doorway Y/N just walked through. “She needed to know.”

“Buck, she’s been dealing with some shit. And we both know something’s going on that she isn’t telling us. Her “zoning out” isn’t just zoning out, and we know that. She doesn’t need you confusing her even more.”

“Confusing her?”

Sam blinked, his troubled expression falling into a deadpan. “Are you fucking with me? No. There’s no way you’re that naive. Seriously?! Man, c’mon!”

Bucky scrunched up his face. “What?”

“She likes you, man! Everyone knows it!”

The brunette shook his head, forehead creased. “No. No, you heard her, Sam. She’s in love with Steve.”

“Was in love. As in past tense.”

“But-but she said- she likes someone else-”

“Barnes!” Sam threw his hands up, exasperated. “You are someone else!”

“I thought you two were already-”

Bucky pointed warningly at Zemo. “Watch it. Wait, wait-” He turned back to Sam. “But I heard her-”

“Bucky…man…” Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Listen, I can’t tell you everything. I’m not about to break my girl’s trust like that. But you gotta hear me when I tell you she likes you. What do you think almost happened at the party?”

“She - I - it was…an accident?”

Sam spluttered, eyes wide. “An accident? You two grinding and nearly making out was an accident?!”

“Woah! We were not…grinding-”

Zemo hummed. “Hmm…you kind of were.”

Bucky glared at him. “Thin. Fucking. Ice.” He whipped back to Sam. “I just remind her of him.”

“What?! That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! You remind her of Steve? Yes, granted your both dumbasses, but she knows both of you enough to know there’s quite a few big differences.”

“Wilson-”

Sam held up his hand, shutting Bucky up. “You like her. Yes or no.”

Bucky huffed, looking down at the hand she was holding only minutes ago. “Yes.” He finally relented. “Since the first couple months in Wakanda.”

“Steve liked her. Yes or no.”

He ran a hand through his hair, nodding his head. “Yes. Yes he liked her. I wasn’t lying about that.”

“So explain something to me.” Sam crossed his arms. “Why is it that Steve isn’t here, and you are?”

Bucky crossed his arms, brooding - although he’d never admit it - while staring out the window. “Steve…knew. I liked her. And, yes, he loved her, but he also loved Peggy. So he…”

“He told you to take your chance with Y/N, and he went back to be with his first love.”

HYDRA’s former fist nodded with a sigh. “Something like that.”

“You need to tell her.”

“I can’t.”

Sam groaned. “Why not?!”

“Because!” Bucky took a breath, trying not to shout and alert the sleeping girl in the room over, his ears tuning into her slowed heartbeat to make sure she was okay. “Because Steve has her heart, Sam. The whole thing just…I’m jealous of him. Because he got her first. And then I get mad because he didn’t do shit about it. And then I feel guilty because all the shit he put up with for me and here I am complaining…and then I just get…depressed because he’s not here. I used to be the one who fixed his problems. But after I got out…he’s been the one fixing mine. And I just…I don’t know what to do.”

Sam shook his head, rolling his eyes. “I get it. That’s valid. But stop whining and moping around about it. It happened. And you need to get your shit together. If not for your sake, for hers. Because she lost him too. And she’s probably feeling those exact same feelings.”

“But…she’s his girl-”

“No. She’s not. He made his choice.” Sam nodded towards Bucky. “Now you gotta make yours, Buckaroo.”

He shot him a glare. “You can’t call me that.”

“Why not? Y/N calls you that.”

“Y/N has a plan.”

“We both know that’s not true, Buckaroo. Hey! That one rhymed!”

Bucky shook his head with a scowl. “I will beat your ass, Wilson.”

Sam scoffed, shoving Bucky’s head playfully. “Stop being a dumbass and tell her. Buckaroo.”

“That’s it!”

Bucky tackled Sam to the ground, Zemo giving them an amused expression before leaving to talk to Oeznik. They were so wrapped up in their wrestling session, they didn’t notice the woman leaning against the wall, tired eyes barely opened as her eyebrows raised, unimpressed.

“Are you fellas done?’

They both stopped, shooting up when they noticed her. “Doll, I-”

She shook her head. “Don’t, Buck. Not right now. I’m just really tired.”

“Did we wake you?” Sam winced.

She shook her head again, yawning. “No. I just needed to use the restroom.”

Bucky couldn’t help the small smile as she rubbed her eyes, stretching her arms overhead, making that ripped crop top ride higher up. She was too cute. And she didn’t even realize it.

“Sleep well, doll. We’ll try to keep it down.”

She nodded, turning and waving over her shoulder. “You two try getting sleep, too, alright? Goodnight, Sammy.”

“Night, cher.”

“Sweetheart?” She peeked through the curtain, tilting her head slightly. “You know I love you, right?”

A small smile quirked up her lips, but it was sadder than the ones his question usually elicited. “As long as you know I love you.”

He nodded, returning the half-smile. “G’night, doll.”

“Goodnight, Buckaroo.”

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michwritesstuff · 3 years

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Late Nights (The Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron)

This song just gives giant Rafe Cameron enemies to lovers vibes! Also, Holy shit, this is my longest work ever! I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much I enjoyed writing it!

This takes place season 1, before Rafe kills Peterkin. Let’s just pretend he’s not a psychopath. He’s still the resident bad boy of Figure 8, but not a killer…

summary: female reader (she/her) x Rafe Cameron When Y/N finds herself abandoned by her friends at a house party thrown by no other than Kook King, Topper Thornton, she finds odd company in the form of her classmates and neighbors that she has taken very little liking to. She is surprised to learn that her disinterest in all things “kook-related” has sparked the interest of a particular kook. tw: mention of alcohol/drug consumption, slight smut (18+) word count: 4.1k

Y/N might’ve been a kook, but if it wasn’t for her consistent attendance to Figure Eight events you wouldn’t have known. She hated all the superficial bullshit and quickly found herself befriending a certain group of pogues who she would often run into while working on the Cut. Everything in her life had been so easy for her, and although she was grateful, she couldn’t help but feel guilty about the privilege she received while her friends had spent their life fighting for a chance. Being able to find an ally in Kie was all that Y/N had to look forward to as she continued to find a place for herself among the fight between class divisions in her small hometown.

Summer was coming to an end, and with a few weeks left you couldn’t help but just enjoy the moments with your friends. Sitting on the small boat as the sun slowly set, passing the blunt around while you all tried to keep a serious conversation going before blurting out laughing at some stupid shit JJ had said. You had even found an unlikely friend in the form of kook princess, Sarah Cameron. You had known Sarah Cameron for as long as you could remember, always greeting each other’s families at events and having at least one class together every year. But this was different, you had known Sarah but never gave her a chance to hang out. When John B mentioned her a few weeks ago and started to bring her around you and the other pogues were stunned to say the least. You knew that she was dating Topper Thornton, I mean everyone knew that, but what she had with John B was different, at least from what you had seen. “This was great guys, but I promised Topper I would meet him at his party. Keep up appearances, you know?” Sarah said unsurely. Everyone looked around, nodding in understandment, except John B. “I don’t like him,” JJ spoke up, standing up for John B who continued sulking in silence. “Yeah, him and Rafe are always doing some shit,” Pope also spoke up. “You guys have no idea,” Kiara replied while rolling her eyes at the thought of the kook boys she had known so well. You also nodded in response. “Yeah, well I would invite you guys, but I can’t imagine that going over well.” Once again everyone nodded in agreement, except John B. “What if Y/N goes with you,” he suggested. “Thanks for throwing me under the bus!” you exclaimed back at him. Sarah turned to you with a shy smile, “It’s not such a bad idea. I mean you would know almost everyone.” “Yeah, so does Kie, you don’t see her being volunteered to go,” you exclaimed again. “That’s because they actually like you,” Kie replied, smirking when you rolled your eyes at her statement, she was right. “C’mon Y/N it’ll be fun. You’ll have me to hang out with and if you absolutely hate it, we’ll make up an excuse and leave. Besides, it’d be nice to have someone there that I don’t need to be fake with.” You thought for a moment before slowly nodding your head, cursing under your breath as your friends cheered around you. “There’s our little kookie,” JJ stated, jumping away in defense as you attempted to punch his arm.

The bass of the music pounded in your ears as you walked up the driveway. If even possible it got louder once you finally entered the front door, you swore your eardrums were about to rupture. Finding the kitchen, you reached out for two truly’s, your disappointment in the night continuing as feeling they were just room temperature. They weren’t your first choice of alcohol to get through a night like this and seeing as though they weren’t even cold made it worse. You instantly cracked it open, downing as much as you could on the first sip. You handed the other one to Sarah, bumping your open can to her’s in an attempt to say cheers. She laughed at you, “I’m gonna go find Topper. You’ll be okay if I leave you alone for a few minutes?” You took another sip before responding, “Figured this would happen at some point, yeah I’ll be good.” Watching her leave your eyes scanned the kitchen, deciding you needed to loosen up some more you pushed off the counter, “I need something stronger,” you whispered under your breath.

Making your way through the house you scanned the room for unattended bottles you could mooch off. To your surprise you were pulled by the arm, “Omg Y/N, what are you doing here?” a girly high-pitched voice screeched. You turned around, already ready to use your preppy voice, “Hey Claire,” you responded in a mock happy voice matching hers. Claire was sweet, n just not your cup of tea. The two of you had always been civil, sharing a few classes here and there. “Mind if I?” you asked, gesturing to the bottle of Tito’s vodka in her hand. “Oh sure, just be careful. I’ve gotten fucked up with this shit more times than I could remember,” she laughed while handing you the bottle. You lift the bottle up to your lips, the taste on the rim barely making an impact on your tastebuds. But as you thew your head back and lifted the bottle you took one big swig. The alcohol ran down your throat, a warmth following the path it took as it settled in your stomach. “Ugh, Claire, that shit is just straight rubbing alcohol. How the fuck do you drink that?” you exclaimed, handing her the bottle as you wiped the back of your mouth with your hand. She laughed at your reaction, “Believe me, in a little while you won’t even care how it tastes. Just know that you’ll feel it.” You nodded your head while once again scanning your eyes across the room. A few feet away was a coffee table surrounded by teens. Claire noticed your interest and dragged you over. Looking up from the table was Rafe Cameron, Sarah’s brother, who on more than one account you had gotten into a heated argument about your choice of friends. The two of you made eye contact as he wiped the leftover residue from the line of cocaine he had just done. Classy as ever Cameron, you thought as you broke eye contact and examined all the other teens waiting their turn. Rafe greeted Claire with a smirk and half-nod before returning his attention to you. “Awww Y/L/N, get tired of hanging around those boring old pogues, and decided to have some real fun?” he mocked while gesturing to the lines set up in front of him. You scoffed at his suggestion, “Keep dreaming,” you responded. Living in your teenage years and drinking was one thing, but if your parents caught you doing drugs there was a good chance you wouldn’t have much of a life to live. Making eye contact with you he slowly lowered himself closer to the table, quickly doing another line before looking up at you again. Is this kid trying to kill himself? you thought to yourself. You reached out for Claire’s bottle, taking another swig before motioning it up to Rafe. “Always a pleasure Cameron,” you stated before handing Claire her bottle.

Leaving the room, you realized that you hadn’t seen Sarah for a while. Wandering around the house in attempt to find her you bumped into Topper. “Hey Top, seen Sarah anywhere?” you asked. “Uhm a little while ago, she said she went to go find you,” he said quizzingly. “Yeah, right. Just kidding, she went to the bathroom. I’ll go find her,” you quickly spitted out. Nearly running you got away from Topper as fast as you could before finding an empty spot on the wall. Leaning back against the wall, you pulled your phone from your pocket and found a few texts from Sarah and one from John B. “Hey Y/N, John B showed up.” “We just left, please distract Topper.” “I owe you one.” You responded back, “ughh ok, I’m on it.” Clicking on John B’s name you read his message, “sorry kookie, had to steal her. thanks!” You rolled your eyes at the dumb nickname him and the others decided for you, their attempt to always tease you about your kook lifestyle. You sent him the middle finger emoji and a yellow heart before turning your phone off and looking around for Topper. Spotting him talking to Kelce you kept your place on the wall. As long as you could see him and he couldn’t see you, there was no reason to suspect anything about Sarah. Besides, after about half an hour you could probably make a break for the exit, and no one would notice.

As you continued to scroll on your phone you were slightly startled by the presence of another human standing near you. Your eyes looked up to a boy standing in front of you. He was tall, but you couldn’t ignore how young and immature he looked. “Don’t even think about it freshman,” you said before he had the chance. He laughed while nodding his head. “Hey, I had to try. Should’ve known a girl as smart as you wouldn’t give me a chance,” he responded. You gave him a quizzical look as you quickly glanced him up and down. He wasn’t too dumb if he knew to compliment your intelligence over any physical feature. He reached his hand out to shake yours, “I’m Nathan.” You glanced at his hand for a second before reluctantly shaking it “I’m Y/N,” you replied. “I know,” he said a little too quickly making the both of you chuckle. “Mrs. Nichol said you were the captain of the mock trial team. She talked to you the other day about me joining,” he rambled on. You laughed at his apparent nervousness. “Oh yeah, well I guess it’s nice to meet you, Nathan. Not exactly the type of place to bring up extracurriculars,” you laughed while motioning to the number of teens, drugs, and alcohol around you. As you did you could feel the stare from a certain kook, no doubt watching your exchange with the boy in front of you. “Probably not, but it did get you talking to me,” he quirked back. Nodding your head in amusement at his reply you responded, “Touché.” As the volume of the music had apparently increased within the last few seconds of your exchange, Nathan leaned forward slightly so he could hear you better. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asked while leaning down. “I can take it from here,” you heard Rafe speak from behind you as he slid his hand around to the small of your back. Confused by the situation unraveling in front of you, you were quick to speak. “Uhm, actually Cameron, Nathan and I were having a lovely conversation about something you couldn’t possibly be interested in,” you stated attempting to distance yourself away from Rafe and closer to Nathan. “Yeah, I—” Nathan attempted to speak before being interrupted, “Seriously, Miller, beat it or practice on Monday will be hell.” You confusingly looked at Nathan and Rafe before finally understanding. Just like you would be Nathan’s captain, so was Rafe. “Water polo?” you questioned. “Yeah, you’ll catch a game?” he asked in return. “Yeah!” you said sweetly before a mocking scoff turned your attention to Rafe, to which your surprise still had his hand on the small of your back, it almost felt natural that you hadn’t noticed it was still there. Looking at him expectantly he pulled his hands away holding them up in an ‘ok I get it’ way. “Can I help you?” you asked expectantly. “Care to go for a swim?” he asked. You looked at him confused, you weren’t sure if it was your light buzz from your shots of vodka talking but he seemed just as surprised as you were as you answered, “yes!”

As he grabbed your hand, you quietly followed as he led you through the house. “I’m gonna need more alcohol before we do this,” you exclaimed as loud as you could, hoping he would hear you over the volume of the music. He turned to look at you for a moment before turning back and nodding, showing that he had in fact heard your request. Walking through the kitchen he left you at the counter while reaching into one of the cabinets, pulling down a full bottle of Tito’s. He motioned you from your spot and you continued to follow. “My parents got this as a gift for the Thornton’s but it’s not really their style.” You nodded understandingly, Topper’s parents didn’t really seem like the type to be chugging back vodka shots, they were more sophisticated. Following him through the house you were confused as you walked past the sliding glass door that led to the pool and the dozens of other teens who had the same idea you two had, or so you thought. “Where are we going?” you asked. Rafe stayed silent as you continued following him. Opening another set of glass doors, he let you exit first before quickly following. On the side of the house was a hot tub that apparently no one knew about, seeing as though you and Rafe were the only ones out here. “What the hell is this, Cameron?” you asked. He looked at you, confusion evident on his face. “You said we were going swimming. We can’t do that in a hot tub.” He laughed before handing you the now open bottle of Tito’s, watching you take a sip he replied, “What, did you plan on working on your breaststroke or something?” He said jokingly. “No, I actually planned on playing mermaids. Maybe it’s you who needs to work on breaststroke,” you responded wittily. He feigned shock and hurt, taking the bottle from your hand. “My breaststroke is amazing, just ask your friend Claire,” he winked as you scoffed in amusement and disgust. After taking another sip he handed the bottle back to you, removing his clothes he stripped down until he was in his boxers. That left little to the imagination as you could see the outline of his dick printed. Feeling your eyes, he gave you a smirk to which you sheepishly took another sip of vodka, shaking as you felt the liquid burn down your throat. Entering the hot tub, he sat with arms spread out to both his sides, resting on the edge. “Aren’t you going to join me?” he asked. You nodded, feeling your breath catch in your throat. You handed him the bottle, starting to undress as you felt his eyes drawn to your exposed skin where you had begun to lift your shirt. “Hey! Turn around Cameron,” you exclaimed. He put his hands up in defense, turning his head so his attention was drawn to the bubbles and pressure coming from the jets. Folding your shirt and jeans on to the table nearby you turned back around to Rafe examining your exposed body adorning a basic black sports bra and lace thong. You immediately turned red, not knowing how to react under his intense stare. As you entered the hot tub you slipped when placing your foot on the bench to step in, landing you a little closer to Rafe then you planned. He held your arm as you attempted to steady yourself. “You alright?” he asked. You were able to manage out a “mhmm” as you reached for another sip from the bottle. He gladly handed you the bottle, a lazy smile on his face.

You weren’t sure how you always ended up like this but something about being drunk and outside led to you staring at the moon and stars. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Rafe asked, breaking the silence. You tried to remain calm with his choice of words, not wanting him to know the effect he was having on you. “Just thinking,” you responded quietly. “About what,” you scanned his face for a second, genuine interest radiating off him. “As niche as it sounds, life…I mean doesn’t this all seem so pathetic,” you stated as you continued to stare off into the sky. “Life?” he asked, laughing to mask his confusion. You chuckled along with him, “No, this…pogues vs. kooks. It’s all so fucking dumb. There are so many more problems out there, so many people who need help and we can’t even come together to help people in our own community.” He just hummed as you continued to ramble on, listening to what you had to say. “I can’t help but just feel guilty. I mean what did I do to deserve this type of life. I mean my parents work hard but they’ve had so many opportunities because of their parents and their parents, and it just keeps going. This sort of generational wealth and success…” you quietly trailed off as you realized who you were talking to. “But I mean you probably don’t care,” you said while looking at him. He shook his head with a smirk. “Now I know why Sarah never shuts up about how smart you are.” You looked at him more intently, “what?” you exclaimed. He nodded his head, before turning his attention to the sky like you had before. “I mean, I guess I just never thought of it that way. Kind of blind to the privilege that I have.” “Must be all the coke,” you mumbled to yourself under your breath. He shot you a warning look before chuckling, “might be the coke,” he responded. You laughed along with him before a serious tone washed over him. “I mean it Y/N, you’re just so attuned to the needs of others,” He exclaimed. “Well, you can be like that too,” you reassured him. “Yeah right, there’s not a lot of hope left for me,” he replied sarcastically. “That’s not true. I mean sure you have your flaws, but from what I’ve seen you’re a good friend, loyal and family is important to you. Those are good qualities, and I mean of course you’re not half bad looking.” He laughed at the last part. “Well, Y/L/N, you’re extremely caring, intelligent, and hot as fuck! So, you have that going for you.” It was your turn to laugh and turn red at his comment. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol dulling your senses, but as you looked into Rafe’s eyes you felt yourself being drawn closer. You both leaned in, lips barely brushing each other as your breaths slowed. “Can I kiss you,” he asked. You could barely hear him over the sound of your own heart beating in your chest. “Please,” you nearly whined. Your tone making Rafe swoon as he gently pushed his lips onto yours.

As happy as you were with his gentleness, the alcohol you had consumed throughout the night had made you far hornier than you liked to admit. Leaning deeper into the kiss you gently placed your hands onto his chest before lightly pushing him back to so you could straddle his lap. As you did so, Rafe took a large sip from the bottle, as you looked at him expectantly. He gave you a smirk before bringing the bottle close to your lips, tilting your head back, you let him pour some of the alcohol down your throat. Before you could process the liquid once again burning the back your throat you pressed a heated kiss on to his lips. As your hands moved up from their place on his chest to the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair, his hands move from where he was setting the bottle down to trailing around your waist and landing on your ass, holding you in place. As your tongues continued to fight for dominance, he pulled away slightly. Kissing down your jaw and starting to suck on your neck you slightly grinded down on to him while continuing to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. His hands left your waist, guiding your hips back and forth as you continued to grind on him. As he continued to work on your neck you moaned as he found your sweet spot, “Fuck Rafe,” you exclaimed. You could feel him smirk as he continued. Giving him a break, you leaned forward slightly, changing the angle to which you were grinding down on him and leaving marks over his neck and chest. “Fuck babe,” he stated. “Being so good to me,” he continued as he leaned in for another kiss. “Yes, sir,” you said, testing the waters. You could clearly tell that you were starting to drive Rafe crazy as he moaned into your mouth at your response. Roughly grabbing your hip, he speeded the pace of your grinding. As you continued to litter marks along his chest, he reached a hand up to pull your sports bra down far enough so that your boobs were spilling over the top. The pressure of the band along with the added sensation of Rafe’s mouth on your nipple was almost too much. Along with this you could feel how hard he had gotten under you. I mean, you knew he was big, but this was godly. Your makeout session was quickly abrupted as you both snapped your heads to the sound of the glass doors sliding open. Quickly removing yourself from Rafe’s lap and adjusting your bra, you sat silently, reaching for the bottle again. “What’s up Top?” Rafe asked nonchalantly. Topper looked at you both slyly, clearly knowing what he half-witnessed between the two of you. “Not much, I can’t find Sarah anywhere Y/N. And she’s not answering her fucking calls.” “Yeah, she wasn’t feeling well. Said she headed home; her phone probably died. Don’t worry Top,” you said as convincingly as the alcohol would let you. Topper seemed to accept your answer and reentered the house. Rafe looked at you unconvincingly. “She just left you?” he asks. Avoiding his gaze, you let your hands play with the water. Slowly nodding your head, you responded, “guess so…” “That doesn’t sound like Sarah,” he continued. “Well that’s what happened,” you snapped. Thinking about the conversation you would have to have with Sarah about how you failed to keep Topper distracted and the alcohol finally making its presence in your system known was too much to handle. “Ughh back to reality, I guess,” you groaned out. Rafe pulled you into his side so that his arm was around your shoulder and your head resting on his. “What are you up to now?” he asked. “Figuring how to make it home alive,” you chuckled dryly. He hummed in thought next to you. After a second, he spoke, surprising you in the process, “Stay with me.” “Rafe…” you dragged out unsurely. “Seriously Y/N, that way you don’t have to worry about going home right now.” You looked at him for a second before slowly nodding. Getting out of the hot tub he disappeared for a second before returning with a set of towels. As you both dried yourselves off and gathered your clothes you headed to Topper’s guestroom.

Stumbling around in your drunken state, Rafe grabbed the clothes from your hand. Setting them on a nearby table he turned so that you were facing each other. Reaching down slightly he grabbed your legs from under your thighs so that he was now carrying you. Feeling the warmth of his chest you pressed closer, wrapping your legs around his hips in the process. With each step you slightly bounced against him. The sexual tension from earlier quickly returning. Finally reaching the room Rafe laid down so that you were now on your back while he hovered over you. With your legs around his waist and arms around his neck you gently pulled him in, pecking a sweet kiss on your lips. “I need to shower,” you said shyly. He nodded his head, pulling away slightly so he was standing, and you stayed sprawled out on the bed. “I’ll go get us some water,” he stated as he slowly walked out the room. Leaving the door cracked enough so he wouldn’t bother anyone with the sound of it opening and closing you sat up, finally taking in your surroundings. Getting up and heading to the bathroom you folded your towel, pulling off your bra and underwear as you let the water run until it was hot enough. As you let the water run over your body you stood for a minute, just thinking about everything that had happened that night, you rub your hands down your face, muttering “fuck.” You weren’t sure what was happening, but it was a problem future you would just have to deal with later.

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cloveroctobers · 3 years

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in which you used to date / with my favs

I’m taking a aim at writing for my other men, please go easy on me lol! Inspired by those intriguing YouTube channel’s like “The Cut” for this one. So yes this is interviewer style I guess! Also written with WOC or POC in mind but not really specified until certain excerpts that is…!

FEZ

“Why did we break up?” You read the question as you sat across from your ex.

You and Fez dated for almost two years until he was the one to break things off. That happened the summer before you went off to college. You graduated with a associates and moved on from the heaviness that was your home back in California. Of course you learned to move on from Fez and occasionally Ash would hit you up on Instagram, checking in on you? When it really should have been the other way around but nonetheless you appreciated the sentiment and how important you’ve became in Ash’s life and his in yours.

Fez didn’t give a shit about the socials, none of that was important. What mattered was what happened in the now rather than what someone else thought onlookers would want to see. And he was right about that, at first you hated that he hated social media because a part of you wanted to know what he had been up to. You were too stubborn to ask Ash how he’s been—even out of politeness you wouldn’t ask. Life went on and here you were a couple of years later sitting across from each other for this little social experiment?

The both of you had Ash to blame for that.

Fez looked disinterested, slouched backwards in his chair messing with his fingers trying to look anywhere else but at you—especially at this question. It felt like hours before he drawled out a answer.

“It’s ‘cuz you always thought promiscuous was the best song choice to sing when you were drunk off yo ass.”

It took you a second to respond with a snort of laughter. That response seemed to ease a little tension between the two of you, your bodies relaxing just a tad. “It was actually say it right but—

Fez held his hands out silently asking if that was supposed to mean something to him. He gained some points for remembering the song name at least? Right?

“…so…are you going to let the question slide and take a drink or are you going to let the people know?” You kept your eyes trained on the sea-colored ones across from you.

Mentioning the others in the room seemed to make Fez fold into his shell a little bit more. Which you silently kicked yourself for but he shifted, pressing his elbows into the table in front of you. He then rubbed at the thickness of his copper beard and thought about it.

“I’ma be honest.” Fez slowly replied, “You know I’m not coo with the liquor and you deserve a answer after all these years. I owe you that.”

You held your breath, knowing that this was about to get real. You were finally about to get some answers. Some closure that you needed. That many of your friends said you needed.

Fez licked at his bottom lip, glancing downwards before leaning on his elbows again, “i never felt like I was good enough for you…you knew that. Yet you still stayed around especially when things got real outta control and that was a real ass revelation for me you know? I couldn’t continue potentially fucking up your life anymore so I pushed you to go and you finally did.”

You huffed, feeling so many things and kicking yourself for not fighting harder. You loved Fez with all you had and you let him get into your head, you let him push you away so that you could do what you wanted to do in life. He’s never once stopped you from figuring out what you wanted to do, he was never the type. He did his shit, you stayed by him, and was always yourself. You never judged him for doing what he had to do to take care of himself, Ash, and his grandma. However the both of you knew that all that shit would catch up to him, it was only a matter of time.

You were glad that he was still here. You wanted Fez to still be here, to still be in your life. It hurt to finally hear the truth that he’s been holding onto all this time. And you felt your eyes burning as you got up from your seat a bit to whack at Fez’s chest.

“So we choosing violence?” Fez held his clavicle.

You nodded, “hell yeah because that’s all you had to say!”

“I’ve told you that before.”

“Yeah but this time was different…this was all after you—

You were sure the editors would bleep that out.

“It wouldn’t have made a difference tho,” Fez shrugged his shoulders, “you still went.” And with that he sat back, his eyes now burning into yours.

And that you did. That was what you had to accept. And get over being more angry with yourself first for leaving than with Fez pushing you to.

JORDAN BAKER

Jordan pinched at the bridge of his nose, smiling at the question you just asked him. Jordan was probably one of the only exes that you had that you were still cool with.

“Out of all my exes…why you?” Jordan paraphrased, laughing a bit again.

It really wasn’t all that funny but thinking back on Jordan’s track record? It evoked a little chuckle. Just a little.

“So I wouldn’t dare ask the others to have this moment with me because…it might sound a little harsh to say this but I wouldn’t consider them really my exes.” Jordan winced.

You glanced to your right in the direction of the camera crew, “they’re more his flings/lovers. Wasn’t ever serious, there was one before me. Her names Ripley.”

“And she really hates my ass now that I’m married.” Jordan chuckled.

Okay so the two of you might be a little bit tipsy right now but jordan was always the lightweight.

“That part.” You pointed.

Jordan sighed resting his cheek into the palm of his hand, “and Simone doesn’t have to tolerate you, I think she actually likes you.”

“I don’t know about all that.” You laughed, “I just made it clear that I won’t ever intervene with your relationship or ever dive back into those teen feelings for you.”

Jordan turned his eyes into slits, “what’s that saying? Never say never?”

“Okay, Brandy.” You snapped your fingers.

Jordan shrugged his shoulders, “I was thinking more Bieber and Jaden but alright.”

“Of course you were,” You rolled your eyes while Jordan furrowed his thick brows as if to question what that meant, “Don’t you always say Simone is your soulmate, boy if you don’t tone that ego down!” You sassed.

Jordan raced his hands in defense, “you’re right, you’re right. I’m just joking you guys, I’m happily in love with my wife.”

“Absolutely and I’m happy that you’re happy,” You held up the shot glass in which Jordan took a inhale through his teeth but raised his own nonetheless, “so don’t start nothing in the comments. Cheers!”

“Why are we taking another shot if we answered the question?” Jordan frowned.

Clinking your glasses together you tossed your head back and let the liquor burn the back of your throat while Jordan sipped at it. You booed at him until he scoffed and tossed his own head back to fully take it then reached forward to snatch a lime.

“He can’t hang with me, y’all.”

“I can hang,” Jordan winced as he felt some hair grow on his chest, “I see why GW always encouraged dad and I to take some whiskey when we catch a cold. Jesus!” He shudders while you held your hands out to prove your point, “Alright, I just can’t hang like I use to. You win.”

“Always do.” You winked at him leaning your cheek into your palm as you smiled sweetly at Jordan who huffed with a shake of his head.

ANGEL REYES

“What do you think is the hardest part of what I do for a living?” You asked, placing the card down and peering over at your ex-husband.

Angel Reyes breathed out a laugh, “Thank god that wasn’t my question to you.”

You also laughed.

“Right, I would have laid all your business out in a heartbeat.” You held your arms out.

Angel tapped his unlit cigarette against the wooden table with a smirk, “yeah and you might be getting a call from bishop later tonight.”

You raised a brow at the mention of the man but said nothing else. That man was in charge of Angel, not you. You were separate but you weren’t going to take it there, not unless it needed to go there.

“Y/N’s a doctor. Real smart like my idiot brother. Always in a lab coat, glasses and shit. They can diagnose and provide the best treatment plans for people.” Angel summarized as a little background for those watching.

“So a pathologist.” One of the camera men stated.

Angel glanced over at the man who shrunk back behind the others, “yea thanks, that’s what I said fuckin’ jimmy neutron.”

You went to slap Angel’s wrist to gain his attention back on you. He gave you a look before continuing, “to answer the question I think any job is hard enough if you’re the one dealing with it. Obviously right? But I know it ain’t easy to tell people that you got something that you don’t ever want. I know you don’t always directly tell them that you almost always relate the message to their doctors but you got a big heart so I know every diagnosis gets to you even if you don’t know that person. Me on the other hand? If they were a shit person then that’s what you get. That’s your own karma. But that’s not Y/N, they’re gonna feel for you regardless.”

“It’s the cancer in me.”

Angel’s face went completely blank, “what…why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Angel, You know when my birthday is right?”

Angel was still confused, “June 29th…said you were born at 6 in the morning or something.”

“Then that makes me a cancer.”

You could see the wheels turning in Angel’s head before he sat back in his chair with a grunt, “you talkin’ about that zodiac shit again? About to give me a damn heart attack, I immediately thought about the other thing.”

“Aw you still care about me,” You walked your hand over to lace your hands together while Angel rolled his eyes as if it wasn’t obvious, “Angel’s a Scorpio sun, Sag moon, and Aries rising for those who are curious.”

A few ‘ah’s’ sounded around the room making Angel frown at that before glancing back at you who was clearly trying to hide their laughter. He hated when you did that shit, talk about things he didn’t know about. You did it quite a bit with EZ and it irked him until you would finally let him in on it. He’s heard you talk about this astrology shit quite a bit in your marriage. Even read a few of your books and went to some astrology reading appointments you had but when he told you that lady gave him the, “heebie jeebies” along with watching conspiracy videos on the zodiac killer he was not down with the astrology shit. No way. Keep that Bruja shit to yourself, thanks.

“I feel like you just put my whole business out there and I don’t like that.” Angel muttered as he stared down at your conjoined hands, liking how your hand still fit right in his.

You squeezed his hand, “not really. There’s a good percentage of people in the world just like you that don’t believe in the stars so…don’t take it so personal.”

“I believe in a lot though.” Angel argued, pushing forward again.

You nodded your head, knowing this.

“Like we might not be destined to be married but we could still be something.” Angel flirted making you groan and snatch your hand back but he held on tight bringing your hand to his lips.

You playfully gagged as he pressed a kiss there trying to snatch your hand back. “Please someone cut the cameras and get me a restraining order stat.”

“They ain’t getting rid of me regardless if we’re divorced or not. You stuck with me, I been told you that since the day we met.” Angel let you have your hand back which you rested back on your lap.

You reached for a shot knowing that this would always be in fact true. Sure your marriage was short lived but your friendship would probably be forever. You’ve been through too much to just up and leave each other for good. Marriage was hard sure but friendship was even harder…and yet here you two were still in each other’s lives going strong for who knows how long. This was just the way the two of you worked and no one else could change that.

EZ REYES

You and EZ were currently in a staring contest due to what the question he read requested the two of you to do. You and EZ had a playful relationship before and after you two got together and it still felt the same afterwards. This was mainly a ex segment that the two of you got wrapped up into (the cash reward was a nice bonus as well!) but in your mind you still didn’t consider each other exes whereas EZ would proudly say that you were. He had no issue claiming you whereas you had commitment issues and just downplayed what the two of you were.

In a sense this was like a therapy session that needed to be had but with a little fun on the side when it got too deep. You had a feeling it would get deep quicker than the fun lasts.

You studied Ez’s face, trying your hardest to not blink while in the mist. He still looked the same, still felt the same, and was still same ‘ol Ezekiel Reyes. He smiled wide at you, not blinking, which was insane! And would have been creepy if he didn’t look the way that he did. His eyes crinkled at the sides as he kept his trained on your face as well. It was you who blinked once he ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip.

“You’re such a bastard! Out here cheating.” You folded your arms while EZ chuckled to himself.

“How did I cheat exactly?” Ez picked the card back up, flipping the edges against his fingers.

You fanned your hand at his face, “you know what you did! You sitting there in all your handsome glory. I don’t know who you think you are.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought we knew each other quite well, allow me to introduce myself, I’m Ezekiel but I go by EZ.” He held his hand out smirking at you but you smacked his hand away before folding your arms back together.

You mocked his charming ways as he cracked up in front of you. “Y/N is a sore loser, if you didn’t catch that.”

“And EZ is a cheater and plays dirty.”

“It’s not my fault you think I’m so handsome.” He cooed.

“I never said that.”

Ez looked at the crew and held his finger up, “let’s rewind the footage back, I was called handsome was I not?”

“I said handsome glory, not so handsome.”

“Same shit.” He shrugged, stupid smile still shining.

“I can’t stand this ni-.”

After a moment of you gathering yourself Ez repeated what was asked of you two, “Since you blinked first, Y/N. You must reveal a personal problem and ask your partner, me, for advice on how they might handle it. So do spill.”

One thing about EZ Reyes, he was always good at giving you advice and being there for you when you needed it. This was not a big thing but there was one thing on your mind that was bugging you but you just weren’t sure if this was something you should bring to the table, especially with the guy that you sorta kinda still had feelings for.

“Okay so there’s this Irish dude that lives next door to me, his cat keeps getting into my apartment because of my stupid window…you know the situation with that.”

Ez smirked to himself which you chose to ignore.

“And he’s always coming around at weird times of the night looking for his cat and I genuinely think he’s doing this on purpose. I don’t know why he’s up at these times but you know I’m always morning shift so you mess with my sleep it automatically means you’re asking for me to commit homicide.” You told your story which Ez listened to patiently as you blabbed on almost getting to the point.

“I think he’s an engineer or something cause there’s always this buzzing and he’s always carrying this equipment. Anyways, on top of that! he’s always parking in my parking spot because he apparently has money and has two cars and feels like it’s okay to park in my second spot.”

“Why do you need two parking spots, you only drive a beetle? You won’t let me get you a bike, and you only care about that toy looking car and your rollerblades.” Ez asked.

You paused, “becaaause when I signed the lease I was assigned two parking spaces. Most apartments get one or two, it all depends. The person that lived there before me had two big ass cars so I was also given the choice of two.”

Ez dipped his head, “okay…but you don’t need the second spot so that’s not something to be really annoyed about right?”

You felt your eye twitch, “we both know that you don’t like when someone takes something that belongs to you.” That came out automatically making Ez exhale before you continued, “Sure I don’t need it but it’s mine and I’ve told him about this twice but he keeps on doing it. And now his cat is missing, I know what you’re thinking, he hasn’t been in my place since I’m in the process of getting the window fixed—

“Wait, who’s fixing the window?”

“Coco.”

“Why didn’t you ask me to fix it? I was the one who broke it.”

“You’re busy lately, Coco isn’t.” You tried to move on from that but Ez wasn’t letting that go.

Ez inhaled, “but I said when you wanted it to be fixed let me know and I’ll fix it for you.”

“Ez, it’s just a window. It wasn’t that serious.”

‘To you.’ Ez thought to himself.

You waited to see if he was going to say anything else but when he didn’t you carried on, “Now he thinks I did something to his cat and there’s scratches on my car and one of his friend’s asked me out, he was drunk but he clearly didn’t like that either that his friend and I are actually carry conversations while the both of us keep it cute and short when we see each other before his cat went missing.”

Ez blinked hard trying not to roll his eyes, “my advice is to tell him you’re willing to help him look for his cat or put up posters or whatever as long as he respects your parking space and that he needs to request another spot that isn’t yours.”

You silently agreed, you were going to do that anyways…

“And what about his friend that keeps asking me out?” It just flew off your tongue.

Ez stared at you then with something in his eyes that you’ve seen before, that sent shivers down your spine if you were being honest, “if you’re open to see where that goes then go for it. You seem to always know what to do when you want to do it. Also get coco to check out the scratches on your car too.”

He said this but you weren’t sure he meant it.

“Excuse me, can I take a five real quick?” Ez politely asked before getting up from the table with you doing the same.

You called out to him but Ez kept on walking and out of sight. You had no idea what crawled up his ass, and sat back down to unlock your phone.

COCO CRUZ

“Do you think the image you have of yourself matches the image people see you as?” It was like pulling teeth trying to get Coco here, which shouldn’t have been surprising in the first place since it was the same way being with him.

You didn’t think he’d show but he proved you wrong when he plopped down in the chair opposite of you. The way the two of you greeted each other was short but cordial and the interviewers knew just the basis, you were exes and it was a bitter end to it. As to be expected since it was a—sorry have to say it, toxic relationship.

He had a cigarette lit, which he knew you hated the smell of, it actually triggered you since your grandfather used to smoke them heavily and would get the ashes in your hair as you sat by his knees while he watched his boring western films. He even burned you a couple of times, a few times by accident…the rest on purpose. Coco knew about the childhood abuse you endured and yet things turned physical between the two of you. It was a cycle along with his own childhood trauma. It was probably inevitable that the two of you wouldn’t last as a couple but it seemed as if you two really wanted to make it work…you were more vocal about it but Coco could be so cold majority of the time it always felt like he didn’t care enough.

So you were the one to call it quits but he wasn’t having it. It was always push, pull, touch and go with the two of you. However the last straw was when he got drugs involved. You hoped he wasn’t still into that shit, he looked better than the last time you saw him—still rough around the edges but at least he had some weight to him.

Coco took a long drag from his stick and angled his sharp jaw in a different direction to exhale the smoke. He raised his shoulders in response, “I don’t give a fuck about what people see when they look at me. Who are they to me? Nothing.”

Typical Coco Cruz answer.

“Think deeper about the question.” You added just as a interviewer also tossed in, knowing that the temperament of this guy was pretty high.

“We all put out images of ourselves simply by just being, sometimes unintentionally sometimes intentionally. Take your ex, y/n for a example, whatever you think about yourself do you think they also think the same of you?” The interviewer tried to be a mediator.

You silently thanked the person for their help, having a detailed conversation with them earlier before you were all hooked up to wires and went live.

Coco glanced away thinking about it before he settled his eyes back on you. His stare was always so intense, like he was seeing right through you and it was scary because he said you did the same thing to him. He was always the one to challenge you with his stare and then his voice and words. Coco was very skilled that way, knew his advantages and how to use them to get his way or to make someone hurt.

“Pretty sure it does,” He started, “My bitch of a mother—

The way he described the woman made a lot of people in the room gasp while you inhaled. You even heard a, “misogynistic!” Get tossed around, which you expected. You knew the history, they did not. Sure it still doesn’t make it right but you knew the why.

“Never gave a shit about me and definitely not my kids.” Coco voiced, his hands forming into fists as he thought about the horrible woman, “She put into my head since I was five years old that I would never be nothing and anybody that came from me would also be nothing. So yeah once I was in my teens and felt strong enough to find my voice I was able to push back. I was able to get into my own head and say that she didn’t know shit and I could be something. I always felt that I could but by then? constantly hearing that…I was already fucked up. Didn’t believe, didn’t know that I could be something until I went to the army but that shit ain’t help my mental either.”

You met Coco through your mutual friend, Angel. They had a apartment together in Santo Padre and were looking for a roommate. You moved around a lot and was currently leaving from Arizona to California and felt drawn to the city…that’s how it usually went for you when you moved every couple of years. Angel was down for having you move in especially after seeing you, but Coco was more calculated. As he always was. He was cold compared to Angel’s bold, open, and flirtatious ways but it wasn’t anything you haven’t experienced before.

You were from Baltimore.

He was doing his own thing with computers when you met him. Fixing them up, selling them, building them, and even hacking. Amongst other things…So you were sure he did some digging to get the info on you, which should have creeped you out but you needed a place and didn’t have the energy to keep looking. Plus you’ve dealt with much weirder roommates before.

Once you were in, that also meant you built something with both Coco and Angel. However your relationship was much different with Johnny Coco Cruz. You took the time to get to know him, it was magnetic at first, he was still his cold self and Angel told you not to worry about it, that that was just the way he was and that you’d get used to it. But you broke him out of it the longer you decided to stay with them. He didn’t like that but he allowed it. There was something about you that made him he want to be better but he fought with himself because of his pride, he wanted to make himself better. He didn’t want it to be at the cost of someone else.

It was about the sex for him at the start and you weren’t fully aware of that? Until you learned that he and Angel liked to bring other guests home. It wasn’t until you actually started to care that you shifted your dynamic and that left Coco confused. Angel figured it out pretty fucking quick and encouraged you to say what you needed to say, there was never much sugarcoating in the townhouse on 071C Manzanita Drive. And he told Coco that he was being a idiot with the way he was treating the one person that could be good for him.

That still stood. However as you spend years together you learned that Johnny wasn’t the only one that had toxic traits in the relationship. It was something the both of you had to be willing to work on. And here you were, he might be here for the cash but that wasn’t the only reason you were here. A part of you missed him and hoped he missed you too. You don’t just get rid of the love you have for someone so easily.

You may out of anger tell Coco that he wasn’t shit to get a rise out of him, the both of you knew how to push each other’s buttons. Knew what to say to make the other really hurt but you also knew behind that frustration that there was once the potential to be something really great. However two hurt people have to heal separately before they could ever heal together.

“There may have been a time when I truly felt that way about you, which was the last time I saw you. When I broke things off. But that was the only time I agreed with your insecurities because I didn’t want to see you prove your mother right. I was the one to say what you couldn’t admit to yourself, Johnny.” You informed Coco who clenched his jaw at the mention of his mother.

You, Letty, and his kids were the only one’s that mattered to him. Not that woman in a ditch somewhere. He knew he royally fucked up, which he’s done plenty of times in his life but the moment you walked out of his life was the biggest fuck up. He’ll always regret that.

“I’m better you know? Clean.” He told you which he got a genuine smile from in return.

“Glad to hear it.” You said, your body language showing that you were looking forward to hearing more, which made Coco give a ghost of a smile, knowing that you still loved him too.

GAEL MARTINEZ

Gael Martinez was someone you met on a weekend trip for your job at Scarlet Magazine in Manhattan. Your friends: Jane, Sutton, and Kat are all pretty persuasive almost all of the time and contribute to almost all of your bad decisions in life? You argued—which was only a half hearted joke! Of course. You had your own mind, always did. They pushed you to approach the dark curly haired cutie with brown eyes that kept eyeing you at the bar with his own friends.

With some liquid courage you went over to him from your booth and introduced yourself. His hands were that of an artist which he told you he was but was working more in the graphic design area for right now but you could tell that wasn’t where he truly needed or wanted to be. You got all the basics out the way before pulling him to the dance floor and then to the front to have a karaoke duet filled with jams from the 90s. Then from there you all went to the rural side to this lake house, you couldn’t remember who it belonged to but you remembered skinny dipping with the guy.

It was a unforgettable night.

“You should have screwed him, I totally would have screwed him.” Sutton sighed as she held onto your arm the next morning when the three of you waited outside to catch a Uber back to your shared hotel.

“Jane, were you aware that Sutton and Y/N are actually the same person.” Kat yawned from beside their shortest friend.

Jane stretched, “no I had no idea, kat. That explains so much.”

Sutton laughed.

“I do not remember making any plans to have a one night stand. All I wanted was to have fun and I did with my girls and some strangers, one really attractive stranger, what more can I ask for here my first time in Los Angeles?” You leaned against Sutton’s shoulder, sighing with complete content.

Kat muttered, “I don’t know, getting dicked down might have put the cherry on top, if you have a food kink that is.”

Jane tossed her head back in laughter while you chose to ignore that. You girls knew everything about each other and sure it might have been awhile since your last significant other but you weren’t really looking for a relationship and stood by that. You were dedicated to your work and sure Jane, Sutton, and Kat said they respected it but they felt like you deserved some fun not only provided to yourself but from someone else. Which is why they wanted you to have the most fun here in LA. Even if it was only for a weekend.

When a voice cleared, the four of you jumped turning to Gael who gave you all a grin. Just as your Uber pulled up.

“We’ll hold them for you.” Sutton whispered, letting go of your arm as the three of them piled into the car leaving the door open for you when you were ready.

Wringing your hands out you turned back to the taller guy and slowly made your way over to him. You pointed behind, “I’ll give you $2 and some nerds from my bag if you pretend you didn’t hear what my friends said.”

Gael rubbed at the back of his neck laughing, “what? About you getting dicked down with a cherry on top?”

You groaned which Gael chuckled in response, “don’t worry about it. What are friends for if they’re not here to put your business on blast, right? Mine are the same way.”

“Whew,” you wiped the fake sweat off your forehead, “I had a great time meeting you, Gael.”

“And it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance and to give you my sweater.” He pointed out which you peered down at to see covered in some splats of paint.

You immediately went to take the beige cardigan off but he held his hands out to halt your movements, “keep it, it’s still keeping you warm when I can’t. It also gives me another reason to see you again…someday.”

“I leave Monday morning back to New York, we should grab brunch or something on Sunday if you’re free?” You slowly started backing away as he followed you.

“I’d like that.”

You climbed into the car as he shut the door behind you. “See you then. Drive safe. Ladies, you all have a good one.”

“Aw, you too.” Sutton said in awe of this man.

Jane waved, “Bye!”

“Catch ya later, Gael.” Kat gave him a fist bump before turning her attention back to her phone as she sat in the passenger side.

And with that you drove off from the lake house.

“Wait! Do you have his number since you’re ditching us to have brunch tomorrow?” Jane called out.

You slapped your hand against your forehead, completely forgetting that part.

“Don’t worry, I could find his socials for you.” Kat informed, “just give me like a hour tops.”

You couldn’t believe part of you was already getting attached to this complete stranger. Yet here you were.

“He’s already in my contacts.” You announced with a smile.

Sutton made an explosion noise with her lips and a motion with her hands, “gotta love a guy that’s steps ahead of you.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to live through y/n right now.” Jane laughed as she crossed her legs sitting in the middle of the backseat.

“If I wasn’t with Richard, maybe.” Sutton declared, resting her head against the car window.

“Ah yes, can’t believe I forgot about him.” Kat snapped her fingers at the mention of Sutton’s new and older boyfriend.

“Hey!” Sutton lifted her head in offense.

And that was just the beginning of your speedy but heartfelt relationship with Gael Martinez.

To be sitting here with him here in your new home of Manhattan felt like the world did yet another 360 for you. Yes you’ve been back to LA multiple times since the both of you broke up since your family lived there and for more business trips with Richard and the team at Scarlet, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread for the place when you did visit. And sadly it was because of one person. Imagine having one person hold that much power of someplace and you for that mattered.

You hated to be that person. But everything holds a connection to it somehow. This was your closure maybe, at least that’s what you kept trying to tell yourself.

Gael swallowed before he read the question for you this time, “what part of your life works? What part of your life hurts?”

And so you thought about it. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what you were going to say, Gael had a pretty good idea about what you were going to say. And your voice confirmed it.

“I love not being here in California anymore. Ever since I went away to college, I’ve been my most free away from a place I spent eighteen years of my life at. It’s been a struggle but I’m glad I can say I’ve made it through, relocated and did something and made something out of myself. Like I always set my mind to. I’ve been living my best life in New York at twenty-five and I never thought I’d like New York when the idea crossed my mind with possibilities of where I’d go to school. But turns out, it works for me.” You told, which Gael gave a smile and nod to.

He hadn’t been there to experience your life in New York but he could see it through social media. Yes he was one of those who keeps up with his exes on the socials…as long as they didn’t block him. You knew how to be mature when it came to certain situations but a part of hoped that he still kept up with you. Hoped that he realized what he missed out on. It’s been two-three years since you’ve broken up so you should be over it but you can’t just forget it even if you forgave him.

“…w-what part of your life hurts?” Gael cautiously met your eyes as he repeated the last question.

You inhaled looking upwards at the ceiling, hoping you wouldn’t let out any tears. You already gave too many of those in your life.

“When it comes to you or just in general?” You countered, letting out a breathy laugh.

You tapped your chin, “I guess not knowing when love runs out. ‘Cause it does and it’s scary and I always felt like if I ever do get married that I’ll always need that reassurance. It’ll probably annoy the hell outta my partner but it’ll make me have some peace of mind. I love myself way too much to bury my worth but I can’t lie and say that I don’t want someone else to share that love. To love me as much as I love them.”

Gael listened, humming as you were open with him. You could always have these conversations late at night when the both of you couldn’t sleep. You did the long distance and the temporary with you living in LA for Scarlet for two months but it was never enough for the two of you. That played a part. Plus you always knew what you wanted and Gael was always indecisive…(Libra!) which played a huge part in your downfall in the relationship.

It was different with each other. The two of you always said this. You did lengthy relationships while Gael had intense relationships that never went anywhere. It was what he was used to. You had one major relationship growing up and you swore there wouldn’t be anyone else that you could love like that. He broke your heart and did some wild shit and tried to come back like everything was okay. But it wasn’t. Never would be. Yes you engaged in a few talking stages and make outs in college but never claimed anyone like they tried to claim you. It was all in good fun as it should be in college. Or you could find your college sweetheart like your mom’s did and your brother Brandon did…but you didn’t.

It was fast with Gael. Always limited but you knew that you should be together and love possessed you. Made you blind into thinking that he would want to marry you. You’ve only been dating for six months when you felt like the both of you were ready. You used to laugh at celebrities that jumped into that and here you were doing the same thing they did. When Gael rejected you on the marriage proposal, you began to second guess everything in that relationship. All your talks about the possible future meant nothing anymore.

“It also hurts to know that you feel like you’re in love with my sister and keep dwelling on that when you’re not even sure if there’s anything else deeper than the intimacy. I also hear you’re having a baby, congratulations.” You reached for a shot of tequila, downing it without a wince.

Gael struggled with what to say. Of course you know about the baby, partly he wondered if Callie told you that or if you were monitoring his socials too, you seemed fine—great even but with the way you were looking at him let him know that he was part of your pain. And of course you were still hurting over his dilemma with Callie. You were only human. He would always be sorry for the way things played out and he wished he could have been more for you.

JAY KULINA

“If you have, when was the moment you realized you weren’t invincible?” You asked your blue-eyed ex-fiancé.

The man across from you was a fighter, always had been, always would be, it was always in his blood. Just like you. You had the honor of growing up beside Jason “Jay” Kulina and all his chaos and all your mess combined. Your father’s were best friends and of course fighters, traveling over the world and having to bring their kids along while they went from motels to hotels and fancy cars and restaurants with each fight that they won. You knew all about the martial arts life and had no choice but to be thrown in it.

When your father was killed in the ring, that changed the way you saw the martial arts world. You were training by sixteen to begin his legacy and was damn good at what you could do already; your mom hated the idea of fighting. She came from a strict religious background and was disowned when she not only married someone from a rough background and profession, but also someone who didn’t share the same ethnicity as themselves. You often bumped heads with your mom finding it humorous how judgmental she could be when she took a leap to be with your father.

She already didn’t like your father fighting for money and no longer came to his shows, it was too much for her to witness but to now hear that her child also wanted to follow in his footsteps caused more anxiety that she didn’t need. Your mother had a history of nervous breakdowns and of course you tried to be sympathetic and understanding but you just wished you could get the same treatment when it came to fighting. You were nineteen years old when you witnessed your father take his last breath in the ring. It only took you six months after you buried him that you also stepped down, no longer wanting to participate.

The only one’s that understood that were Jay, Nate, Lisa, and your mother. Everyone else? Fans? Most from navy st. And of course Alvey and Ryan gave you shit about it and you gave it right the fuck back. It was your decision at the end of the day, people could say whatever they wanted but you knew your dad. And you knew he would have respected your choice regardless from above, you were his kid, and he always told you to do what you felt was best for you because you gotta live with your choices at the end of the day when you lie awake at night—not anybody else. So that’s what you did.

“You and I…we’ve been fighters for as long as we’ve known each other. You with your mouth along with your hands and myself with my heart and hands.” Jay responded, “When we step into the ring we’re completely different people, all that outside shit never matters because of our fight instinct. We are programmed to think that no one can touch us, they can try but one of us will win and it has to be us. We are always number one inside the ring and out, We have to win and it’ll be a helluva show!”

You smiled listening to him. It was nostalgic remembering the first moment you stepped into the ring at sixteen with your dad, then alvey, and then Jay. It all came back to you in the moment as Jay spoke and how that same feeling stayed in your veins as you aged and did underground fights.

“To answer the lovely question I’d say, yes I have had moments where I knew I wasn’t invincible. Yes us MMA fighters walk around with these egos but that’s all part of the persona we have to put on.”

“Plus you’re only like that in the ring. I promise Jay isn’t that much of an asshole, everybody. He’s an ass but not a asshole. He’s actually a nice-well rounded guy.” You spoke up for the man who appreciated your kind words, which he knew you meant.

“In more ways than one,” He sent some finger-guns at whichever camera was focused on his face, “gotta have glute days and I’m not afraid to admit that. Why would I be? Who wants to have a flabby ass when you look this good, am I right?”

You laughed, “alright, we don’t want to talk about your ass for the next fifteen minutes, Jay bay.” You found yourself using the old nickname which made Jay grin over at you.

“Who’s complaining?” He asked, hearing a few people say they weren’t which surprised you, “You used to love this ass.” He kissed his lips at you which made you smack your lips.

You shook your head, “unfortunately, I still do love your ass.”

“Yeah, I know.” He clasped his hands together trying to look professional yet again, “so let me have my moment, buttercup.”

“You have a lot of moments.” You muttered to yourself.

Jay fixed the shades sliding down from his hair and went on, “Outside of that, I’m a pretty emotional guy. I’m in touch with my feelings, again not too many guy’s can say that. I might not always handle things right based on those emotions but I’m not some robot or cold person like my dad. If you read about me from a certain ex, not this gorgeous person in front of me, but another ex from years back you might see some things that may or may not be true. That’s up to you. But I think I was at my weakest when I lost my baby brother, Nate Kulina.”

It was instinct to reach out and hold Jay’s hand’s as he squeezed them tightly. He was getting choked up as his eyes shined with tears and you hated this. Hated that he faced another level of pain that you couldn’t take away from him.

“I’ve lost a lot in life. I’ve got abandonment issues because of it, with my mom, my fucking dad, losing you, and my wife and actual child. But there was no other pain like losing Nate, all because of a hate crime. I’ve struggled so hard these past four years with him not being here and living his life the way that he should. I am a ally more than ever because of Nathaniel Kulina.” Jay was honest, something he always was.

You remembered getting the call from Lisa who told you everything that happened. You were angry with Alvey but your heart immediately hurt for Jay. Nate was basically Jay’s kid, when Alvey was off living his life in the lights who was there taking care of Nate? Jay. He raised Nate like he was his own because he had to and soon learned that he wanted to. It was part of Jay’s purpose. He would tell you this often as you grew up and you knew the connection between the brother’s was unbreakable. They were all they had and you admired that.

You’ve witnessed many moments of Jay in pain but you’ve never seen him so broken when you arrived back to Venice two days before the funeral to see him. That was where you met his wife, who he was separated from, and his daughter, maya. You couldn’t focus too much on that or allowed yourself to because this was about Nate. He became your little brother too and now he was gone. Just like that.

In a month would mark four years since you’ve lost him but you knew this was something Jay lived with constantly. He always said that if there was one thing he couldn’t live without and that was Nate. He said it often and that was one of the main reasons why you made sure someone was there with Jay until you got there. You knew he wasn’t fucking around and that meant that. Nate was his whole world and you loved him enough to be aware of that.

With you now wiping his tears with the pads of your fingers and pressing a kiss to his cheek you cuddled him to your chest as he had his much needed moment remembering his brother. He gripped onto your waist tight taking deep breaths in your arms.

You hoped Jay Kulina kept fighting because you knew he’d give it all that he’s got. He always did. You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and he squeezed you tighter in comfort.

RIO

The two of you were reaching the end of your segment and there were definite moments where you wanted to choke your ex that sat across from you all smug. However you felt like you made progress? Rhea, his first baby mama threw this idea on the both of you and you didn’t have much time to discuss this with Rio. He just decided he would be there and assumed you would be too. He didn’t give you the chance to think about it or really have a say in it. However you still said what you needed to say because you can’t ever hold back with a man like Rio. That was something he always appreciated in his partners.

The two of you were no longer together but you were carrying his baby. His second child and he still treated you with the much needed respect as the mother of his child. He had Mick pick you up to take you this thing Rhea wanted the two of you to do.

“Why can’t you go? I can find something much better to do.” You huffed, taking a huge bite out of the steak quesadilla Rhea prepared for lunch.

Rhea laughed as she glanced over at you from her stove, “like what? Watching reruns of Martin?”

“That was last week, this week it’s a living single.” You declared watching Rhea raise her hands in mock surrender.

It was still crazy to your mother that you could be cool with your ex’s ex. Your mother never had a good relationship with your half brother’s father’s girlfriends but you were two different people. You knew how to move forward plus Rhea never did nothing to do or came out of her neck sideways at you. She was always cool when you came into Rio’s life, and got married and now you struggled to decide if you wanted to go through with the divorce. Right now you were still legally married but living in two different houses. Christopher didn’t enjoy that much but he did whatever you wanted for right now to keep you stress free.

You could use this pregnancy to your advantage for this man to leave you the fuck alone and it was working when you wanted it to. However you were seven months pregnant and approaching birth soon and you had to get some help. You had to figure out what the two of you wanted to do but you got so exhausted with Christopher’s bullshit so this was the time where you didn’t want to talk to him. Didn’t want to be near him or anything like that. He just needed to keep his distance and he did most of the time until he was popping up whenever he felt like it to check on you and the house.

“You’re still my wife, mama.”

“Yeah, that’s what the papers say but I thought your scrawny ass forgot.” You sarcastically replied.

Rio folded his hands in front of himself, “see you and that lip always gets you into trouble.”

“And that’s why you’re still here, dealing with it.” You loved going back and forth with Rio, watching any signs in his face to let you know you were getting on his nerves as much as he was on yours.

It was always subtle and almost hard to miss. Usually he always kept his cool but if he was having a hard time with business and came back to check on you just to hear you running your mouth, he was gonna let you know one way or another. So perhaps living away while you were pregnant was good for the both of you, but now your little one would be here soon so you had to get your shit together as a couple or not.

It was clear that Rio didn’t want to end this marriage. He didn’t get the chance to legally marry Rhea but that wasn’t something she wanted in the first place so she thanked god that he never did ask her to sign anything but he wanted this to work. He was sure about you despite the issues with his business getting in the mix but he wanted you by his side as his wife and mother of his child. He even proposed therapy but you shot that down, not wanting someone random getting in your marriage.

“So it’s fine if Rhea sends us to this questionnaire bullshit for money instead of going to actual professionals?” Rio eyed the crew that hooked him up to wires before glancing down at you.

You gave him the hand, “let me see how this goes and then we’ll talk. Don’t make my blood pressure go up.”

Rio chuckled to himself, knowing you probably wanted to live out some reality tv fantasy but knew what would be said was anything but scripted. He wasn’t holding back a single thing and that he did not.

“If you could prescribe me one thing to do for the rest of this month, what would it be and why?” Rio read to you, sitting up straight.

Sighing you said, “anything that requires you to be home with your family. Just relax.”

“I do that already mama, I make time. I did that for months when Elizabeth shot me.” He addressed making you widen your eyes and cover them.

He laughed as he said this so causal and the fact that you were shocked that he said this like it was nothing. He didn’t care if they edited this out or not but this was just a normal conversation between the two of you, it wouldn’t be any different in therapy if you agreed to go.

“Yeah but I don’t want you to relax based on consequence.” You redirected, “you should make it part of your routine like you do tennis and golfing and not when you just need a break. It’ll be better for you and gives you more time to spend with Marcus.”

“And you and the baby.” He summarized.

You dipped your head.

Rio thought about it and decided, “yeah I could do that mama. I am a business man and you’re my business so I’ll do it for your sake.”

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masterwords · 2 years

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Summary: Derek asks Penelope to pick Hotch up from the hospital. Post-WITSEC soft and sweet.

Warnings: hospital/chronic pain stuff

Words: 3.9k

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan

Notes: This has been in my WIP folder for months without progress. It's not going anywhere, there is no point, it's all just cute nonsense. Gotta clean out this folder, and if I can't seem to put together new words I'll share old ones that are halfway decent.

Penelope didn't even know he was back when Derek called and asked if she'd pick Hotch up from the hospital. “I'm stuck in D.C., I can't leave...just pick him up and take him to your place? I'll owe you one...maybe more...anything you want.”

All she really wanted was to know why she didn't know he was back in town, out of WITSEC. Why no one had bothered to tell her. (Okay, she also really wanted to know why he was in the hospital but she'd probably get THAT answer if she agreed to help.) She'd been watching for his name to pop up the moment his fake identity was retired and Aaron Hotchner was back in use, but Emily had mentioned he was going to reintegrate slowly, give Jack a chance to settle before making any big moves...going back to work, seeing people again, he was just laying low and considering his options. She knew that meant he was already seeing Derek, that didn't bother her at all, but this wasn't exactly how she'd imagined their reunion.

Still, it seemed fitting.

“Have you talked to him?” she'd asked Emily when they all got the news that he and Jack were in the process of being released back into their lives. It had been long enough that she couldn't remember the sound of his voice, the exact color of his eyes, which ties he liked to wear on certain days or for certain occasions. Things she swore she'd never forget she suddenly realized she had. Once she'd asked Derek if he felt the same, he had to right? But he seemed to have this perfectly saved image of Hotch in his mind, he missed him terribly but he never wavered. “His eyes are the color of raw honey,” Derek told her wistfully once, when she'd cried over him being gone. She loved that about Derek, that he could conjure it up so easily.

“Once,” Emily replied, feeling the sudden weight of sitting behind his desk and doing his job in a permanent capacity. He could come back to town, but he wouldn't come back here. She closed the file and handed it to Penelope with a sad smile. “He sounded tired.”

She wasn't surprised that that parlayed into getting a call from Derek at 4:11pm on a Wednesday practically begging her to leave work early. “I don't have time to go into details, it's nothing serious...he's just been there all day and I can't get out of here, I'm in the middle of signing papers at the bank on a house that's been pending forever. If I leave now I'll lose it.” He would come though, he'd leave if she said she couldn't do it and she knows it. But she also knows how long he's been fighting to get this house in his hands...it's his dream house and it's in Chicago. A multitude of reasons why he can't just up and leave that bank, but he won't leave Hotch sitting at the hospital all night either.

She agreed, of course she did. There was no reason not to. Even if she was drowning in a sea of work, it could all wait. She'd forgotten the smell of his shampoo, it was soft and barely fragrant, expensive and she could only smell it when he leaned over her shoulder to peek at her screen. “Make it quick please...I don't think he was ready to...” she stopped there at his sharp intake of breath.

“He wants to see everyone, sweetness. It's just been complicated.” Complicated sounded an awful lot like bad the way he said it. Coupling that word with Emily's admission that he sounded tired, and now the hospital...it made her feel icky. Like she was going to pick him up and he would be a different person, like WITSEC had taken everything that she knew and loved about Hotch and just ruined it all. Then she'd feel even worse not being able to remember all of those silly little things.

She wasn't surprised when she found him sitting on the edge of his bed refusing a wheelchair from a stern nurse who wasn't taking any of his shit. He looked just like himself and she was glad to see it. Maybe a little thinner, a few more lines, and no suit...but it was Hotch. His hair was longer, his sweater was soft, his frown...she remembered that.

“You'll get in if you know what's good for you, Hotchner.” The nurse had her hands firmly planed on her hips, a force of nature in her bright purple scrubs covered in hearts and stars. Penelope smiled in spite of her fear of what she'd find, completely amused at their standoff. She would put her money on the nurse, she looked tough, like she could snap him in half easy. Even in his younger years.

“I don't need it.” His arms, clad in long black cashmere, were folded over his chest in a stance any eight year old would have called a pro move, hands tucked beneath his biceps defiantly. A bright yellow fall risk bracelet peeked out from beneath the cuff and the nurse tapped it...one, two, three with her fingernail. His legs dangled over the edge in his worn old khaki shorts, hospital grippy socks still on his feet. They were pink, a stark contrast to the black sweater he wore over his lithe frame. What Penelope couldn't see was that this particular nurse was actually happy to see him, grouchy and troublesome as he was. She'd missed him around here, but neither of them would admit to that. Instead she held up his tennis shoes with a smirk.

“You want these back, sourpuss? Hop in.” She was indicating the wheelchair that sat next to her, braked and ready for him to take a seat. A wheelchair he had no intention of getting into. Neither of them paid any attention to Penelope as she watched from the doorway.

“Unlike you, I own more than one pair of shoes.”

“Yeah? You got 'em here in some magic pocket I'm unaware of?”

He narrowed his eyes and considered his options. Penelope could see it, he was still willing to argue further. He really didn't want a ride in a wheelchair, he wanted to walk. He settled, though, on a simple plea. “You know I can walk out of here just fine, Norma. I walked in on my own two legs.”

“I know that, sweetheart, but it's hospital policy and you know that.” She had softened considerably and was pleading now for him to just follow the rules. What she really wanted to point out was that he came in hobbling and he was leaving with a pharmacy coursing through his veins, so the wheelchair was really the least of his concerns. It would only take him as far as the car, after that he was on his own.

Penelope thought for sure he'd argue, say something back, but she watched with wide eyes as he caved instead. His features softened and he extended his arm to Norma, let her help him off of the bed. She knew, when he swayed where he stood, that Norma was right, the wheelchair was the best option. He looked like he could walk, unsteady, but a ride was better. The way she carefully maneuvered him into the chair was gentle and Penelope could feel her fondness for him. He had that effect on people. A delightful pain in the ass.

“Um...” she finally said, so softly, when she realized they were about to turn and see her eavesdropping. “Hi. Sir. It's...” she paused, taken aback by the soft way his eyes met hers and it felt like lightning. Gold, his eyes were gold with just the faintest flecks of green and brown, like a late November forest just before the frost. How could she have forgotten that? “It's good to see you. I guess...maybe it could be better...circumstances and all...but...”

“It's good to see you too, Penelope.”

Norma smiled at Penelope before crouching beside the chair, snipping the bracelets from his forearm and checking the IV site to make sure it all looked good. She never bruised him. “Where's that hot tamale of yours? I was really looking forward to seeing him...”

Penelope couldn't help laughing, especially when she saw the flush rising from the collar of Hotch's sweater. His neck was turning beet red.

“So you could both gang up on me? He's in D.C. Signing some papers.”

Norma offered the rundown to Penelope on the way to her car, as if Hotch wasn't even there. In a way he really wasn't, the drugs they'd given him to handle his pain levels made him groggy and he was barely awake. He hated the way they made him feel, sleepy and hungry and sometimes things irritated him that would normally not even be on his radar. Like right now, the way that Penelope's heels were clicking along the floor was making his skin crawl and he bunched his hands into fists in his lap to try and distract himself.

“He's a problem patient,” He heard Norma say, and he knew very well she was explaining to Penelope just how long the two of them had known one another. She'd been on duty the night Foyet brought him in barely breathing, she'd been on the code team. Shocked that old ticker of yours back into rhythm, she'd told him with a wilygrin. You owe me one, now hold still. She was never going to let him live it down, either. She used it against him every time he complained. “Real piece of jerky. You know what I mean? Tough and chewy...”

Penelope giggled helplessly. “Yes. I know.” She had plenty of stories of her own, some of which she shared quickly and without any concern for whether or not he wanted to hear them. If his time in WITSEC had taught him nothing else, it had taught him to find contentment with the people who love you. It's awfully easy to be erased from their lives.

“You said I was a brownie last time.” He sounded a little hurt, and Penelope almost felt bad for him but Norma just patted him right on the shoulder. Casual touch that he didn't shy away from.

“Yeah, sure I did. You were nice last time. All sweet and gooey in the middle. Flashed those big maple syrup eyes at me so I'd run on up to Maternity and get you a box of cranberry juice.”

“I was thirsty,” he almost whispered, it was so quiet. “I don't like apple juice.” Penelope suddenly wanted to know Norma desperately, this woman who held a part of Hotch in her hands that she'd never seen before. And not just for that reason, but she called his eyes maple syrup and Penelope couldn't think of anything that sounded more fantastic or magical, she wasn't likely to forget it...or Norma the nurse with her super fun scrubs and her black hair that looked like a raven's wing under the harsh fluorescent lights.

As they folded Hotch into Penelope's woefully tiny car, she pulled out her phone and sent Norma a quick text. “Now you have my number, too.” She said it with a sparkle in her eye and Norma slipped her phone out of her hip pocket, poked in Penelope's name with a starry-eyed cat emoji beside it and bid them farewell.

It was on the tip of her tongue, wondering why he'd been in the hospital all day. Instead of asking, though, she nudged him away from the couch and toward her bedroom. Her couch was covered in bags and rather than figure out where to put them all, the bed was right there and so much easier. He looked like he would fall asleep sitting up, had almost done so in the car. Derek wanted them to wait for him at her place, said he'd bring dinner and hang out a bit. The three of them hadn't been together like this is too long, really, and she wasn't going to argue with him even if she thought Hotch would probably have preferred to be in his own home. He didn't look sick, he didn't look bad necessarily...no visible reason for him to be in the hospital. Maybe that scared her more. What didn't she see?

The first sign that anything was wrong, aside from his general malaise, was when he took a little longer to ease himself down onto her bed. He listed to the side, catching himself first with the left hand and then squared up, holding his breath until all movement had ceased. Scooting backward with slow hips, he almost seemed to drag his legs up onto the bed. She helped him where she could, lifted his ankles and took off his shoes, helped him position himself. “Sir...?”

“It's nothing, Penelope. Really.” He meant it, too. It was nothing because it wasn't new. Nothing worth talking about, nothing she could do for it if she did know. The look she gave him when she sat down beside him on the other side of the bed was strange, like she was realizing now that he wasn't her boss any longer and she didn't have to tip toe around quite so delicately. Something about his private nature still held her off, at least a little, but not like it had when he held her job in his hands. He thought he detected something simmering behind her sparkly red glasses that felt like danger, like some long overdue honesty.

“Sir, with all due respect...”

“Aaron,” he corrected, almost hoping to derail her. “I'm not your boss anymore, you don't need to address me so formally.”

“Right. Aaron, with all due respect...and you know I love you right? Like so so much. But...you don't spend a day in the hospital over nothing.”

Weighing his options, he smoothed a soft pink blanket over his legs. Tracing huge peonies with his fingertips, he attempted to sort his thoughts. The medication they'd given him made him foggy and fragile, the first few hours afterward were usually either sleep or cry, rarely in between but he thought he could manage his way through this one without having a completely irrational breakdown.

“I'm sorry.” He always started there, because he was. “It isn't nothing, but it isn't anything you need worry about. A few too many explosions, a few too many car wrecks and rough takedowns...” Years of firing weapons hadn't done him any favors, and neither had Foyet. His body was a wreck, and that was simply all there was to it. When he was working, he didn't have time to pay it much mind. A body in motion stays in motion. A handful of ibuprofen would get him through a few bad hours, something a little stronger on days off...he'd managed well enough. Now he was moving slowly through semi-retirement and it was all catching up to him. He wished he could tell her a story, give her something like a diagnosis she could look up and understand and feel comfortable with...he knew that would make it easier for her to swallow, but he didn't have anything to offer. Just a back that, today, wouldn't allow him to move. Getting out of bed on his own had been nearly impossible, and maybe the hospital was an overreaction on Derek's part but Hotch couldn't fault him for that...this was still somewhat new to him, too. He'd heard, they'd had secret backdoor ways to keep in touch, but he hadn't seen until recently and he'd had Hotch in the hospital for it twice when normally he would have laid at home in bed willing it to pass. Or sleeping. He got a lot more sleep these days. “I think he just likes when they pump me full of drugs. I'm nicer.” He smiled, but it was strained and a little sad, made her wonder how he'd gotten on all alone for so long.

Hotch knew better than to argue with Derek's will. Especially now, after so much time apart. He'd get tired of hospital visits that didn't do anything too, it would just take time. The same way it had taken Jack time. A few days of the kid beside himself thinking something was terribly wrong, that his dad was dying, and Hotch giving in and sitting in the Urgent Care or the ER for hours only to be told the same thing each time. Unless he wanted another surgery (and he did not), it was all just comfort measures when it got bad. Jack knew the drill, get the meds, get the heating pad, get a book. But now he had other things to think about, like Norma's suggestion that he really should consider coming out of retirement. A body in motion stays in motion, she and Derek loved to parrot one another...they had a point. He loved being with Jack but he also missed the purpose that came with working. And the distraction.

“Are you moving to Chicago?” she asked, no longer feeling like digging through something that made him so uncomfortable. Her sharp swerve jarred them both.

“It would seem that way.”

“Do you want to live in Chicago?”

He let a sly smile light up his features, his maple syrup eyes twinkling with mischief. Although, now that she really had time to consider it, she might have to let Norma know that they weren't exactly maple syrup...though she loved the implication of sweetness there, and how Norma seemed to compare everything with food. She'd love to hear Norma's thoughts on Derek. “No. But I want Derek to be happy, and I know it would make him happy to live close to his family again. He's given up enough on my behalf, I think it's my turn.”

“Is that where Jack is?”

“Yes. It's spring break so we flew him out to stay with Fran. She's going to show him a few schools, feel him out...I thought it might be better coming from her.” What he meant was that she could soften the blow. After so long in witness protection, they were planning to move again. It had taken some consideration, it was only after Hotch decided not to return to work that Derek asked him about Chicago. Said he'd been eyeing a house for years and it was finally for sale. Nothing ever went totally according to plan or dream, though. His bank didn't love a lot of it so he had to jump through some hoops, liquidate some assets and pay cash. It was worth it, he decided, it was his dream house. Close enough to his mother and the rest of his family, in a good neighborhood, good solid bones. It would be at least a year of jumping back and forth, Virginia to Chicago, working on the house with a team of contractors. Penelope pretended her heart wasn't breaking at the thought of losing both of them. All of them. Her family, together for so long, was drifting farther and farther apart.

Derek was at the door before she had a chance to inquire further, giving him a short reprieve from thinking about things that were a little overwhelming in his current state. He just wanted his eyes to focus on something because the little twinkly Christmas lights she had dancing over her walls were tripping him out. They really gave him the strong stuff this time. At his most vulnerable and pliable, Derek took full advantage. Using one finger he nudged Hotch's chin and tilted his head back to give him a kiss before he even said hi.

“Stay,” he directed with a grin when Hotch shifted and started to move, as if they were getting up to leave. “I brought dinner. We're sleepin' over. First night back with Penny and we owe her, yeah?”

“A sleepover?” Hotch squirmed.

“Think of it as an away case...this is just a really interesting hotel room.”

They ate dinner in Penelope's bed over a protective layer of towels. The television was on in the other room, but Derek and Penelope spent the entire time talking about Chicago while Hotch worked his way slowly through his meal. The medications they had him on made him feel dizzy and hungry, a dangerous combination if not managed properly. He was old hat at it now, knew exactly what order to go in, how slow to go, to make it work for him. The only real problem was that he was starving and would have liked to mow through it without restraint.

Derek, smashed in between his two favorite people, tried to help Hotch with his slow dinner. He picked at a spring roll playfully. “I'm doing just fine on my own, thank you,” Hotch muttered, snatching the fried treat back. “Saving it for last.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it.” Derek gave him a sly smile, a smile that Hotch knew meant he'd shove it whole into his mouth any minute now if it wasn't eaten with some haste. “I'm gonna lick it.”

“You wouldn't dare,” Hotch gasped, locking eyes with Derek who only grinned.

“Wanna bet?”

Derek, for all his bold talk about movie night and having a good time and being together again, was asleep before anyone. The stress of Hotch's hospital visit and signing his life away on a house in Chicago had taken everything out of him. He lay passed out between them once everything was cleaned up, snoring and curled around Hotch but with his legs kicked out into Penelope's space. “At least he's wearing his boxers,” Penelope muttered, pulling the blanket up around him. She didn't mind him invading her space, he was warm. Her family was here, there was nothing in the world she could complain about even if the two of them had left her nothing but a sliver of bed to sleep on. She would probably wind up on the couch at this rate.

“You liked Norma,” Hotch whispered, glancing at Penelope over the mound of Derek's shoulder. “I think she liked you, too. Who wouldn't?” He was getting chatty as he faded. It was soft and groggy. “She's nice. Bossy like Jessica. Real mean streak. Good cook.” The nighttime meds Derek had poked down his throat worked fast. He sank into the pillows and his eyes took on a dreamy quality as she spoke nervously about Norma the Nurse who had already sent her a number of what she hoped were flirtatious texts.

“She's a good woman,” he continued, his syllables slurring while he drifted off. His head fell to the side, floppy too long hair in his eyes now. “You should ask her to dinner.” He paused, licked his dry lips and even with his eyes closed he grinned a little devilishly. She could smell his shampoo on her pillows. “Bring her to Chicago when you come visit.” Ever the romantic, she realized he'd already mapped out a long love affair for them in his mind and she didn't mind it one bit. First dinner, though. Then maybe a double date in Chicago. And lots of whipped cream if she was really lucky.

“Sir...” she muttered, carding her fingers through his hair while he drifted off to sleep. She couldn't understand how she'd forgotten anything about him, but she was glad to have it all back. Even if it was temporary. “I missed you. So much.”

“Mmmm...” he hummed back, and she knew it meant he missed her too.

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #penelope garcia #criminal minds #hotchgan #criminal minds fanfiction

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xoxo-teddybear · 4 years

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Bakugou’s daughter brings home a Boyfriend

Bakugou x wife!reader

Ft. Bakugou’s daughter

Warnings: fluff, lowkey Crack, sexual mentions, small angst, cursing, Bakugou being such a dad

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: This is one of my favorite types of Bakugou. Domestic father Bakugou!! So bc of that fact, this piece was born. Hope you enjoy!

Bakugou as a boyfriend? Bliss. Bakugou as a fiancé? Heaven. Bakugou as a husband? Euphoric

Bakugou as a dad?.......he sure is something

Don’t get me wrong, Bakugou would be the ultimate dad

Baby crying in the middle of the night? Sleep love, daddy’s got it. Baby needs a bottle? He can warm it up with his hands. Baby’s feeling bored? Look at these mini fireworks in his hands!! Katsuki’s got it all

But that’s a baby Bakugou

Bakugou with a teenager

oOf

Katsuki’s teen will be either one of two things

His best friend

Or his mortal enemy (whom he still loves endlessly)

His 16 year old daughter, Katsumi, was both

And yes they loved each other very much, but they also got into battles on who could cook dinner better, who Y/N loved more, hell, when y’all came back from a restaurant THEY FOUGHT OVER WHO MADE IT TO THE FRONT DOOR FIRST

But this battle? Y/N might just let them Kill each other...just this once

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“WHO THE FUCK IS THI-“

*SMACK* (thx Y/N)

“Daddy, this is Izuru! Izuru this is my lovely mother and that’s my shitty dad that I love so dearly!”

Katsumi definitely inherited her guts from the Bakugou’s

“Nice to meet you Mr and Mrs. Bakugou!”

Ah man, here we go

Silence. Pure, awkward, scary, silence. And of course Y/N’s nervous twitching HOPING that her dear husband doesn’t murder the green haired boy. As the young couple stand infront of the doorway smiling, the older couple is staring at them, one in nervousness, and the other in shock. (I’m talking Denki going 4 million volts shocked)

“Well.....Welcome Izuru! I knew you’d be coming over soon but I didn’t expect it tonight. It’s lovely to meet you,” Y/N ever so kindly said once she let out a sigh.

Her husband almost got whiplash from how fast he turned to look at her. “Knew?!? You knew about this kid?? And didn’t bother to tell me?!??”

“Well if I told you, you woulda stopped this meeting from happening ya jerk!” Y/N visciously explained.

“YA DAMN RIGHT CUZ-“ silenced with another smack from his wife. Y/N sure learned a lot from Mitsuki. “Please come in you two, I’ll start dinner.”

As the young couple sat in the living room speaking, the older one was in the kitchen preparing food. Well one of them was, the other was too busy burning a whole into the poor boy’s body with just his eyes.

*SMACK*

“Ow.” Continues to stare

“Suki stop that, you’re gonna scare the poor boy.” Y/N said.

“GOOD. I DONT WANT SOMEONE LIKE HIM CONTAMINATING THE BAKUGOU LINE!” The blonde dramatically yelled.

“Contaminating? Love, we don’t even know if they’ve had sex. I doubt he’s “contaminating” anything any time soon.” You said with attitude.

Bakugou just stared at you know with the same look.

“Hmph!” And turned to look back at the kids.

“HEY!” Bakugou screamed.

“Heyyyyy~” Katsumi replied.

“No not “Heyyyy~,” Katsuki began and replied with a girly impersonation of his daughter as he walk towards the couple. “I mean, HEY, as in have you had sex with this kid?” He sternly asked.

“KATSUKI OH MY GOD,” Y/N screamed as she dropped something in shock.

“.......Yeah, so what?” His daughter replied.

Y/N wasn’t even mad. She already knew. She could tell. Mother’s instinct I guess.

Katsuki was fuming.

“NOPE! NO! THIS RELATIONSHIP WONT GO ON! YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO BE HAVING SEX!” The older blonde screamed while looking at the now blushing green haired teen and his rebellious daughter. And Y/N was just giving him this...look.

‘What a fucking hypocrite’ you thought to yourself.

“How old were you when you fucked mom?”

(ITS QUIET AINT NO BACKTALK)

Pure and utter silence.

Katsuki started stepping back from the couple while facing them and nodding his head. “.....use condoms,” and walked back to his deceased wife.

As dinner is placed on the table and everyone takes their seats, Katsuki can’t help but stare at this boy. Why does he seem so familiar?

Everyone just ate and talked. Grades, school, when did y’all meet, how long has it been? The usual. But Katsuki remained silent while thinking. And then..it clicked!

Katsuki slammed his hands on the table and stood up from his seat looking at the boy across from him. “What’s your last name?!”

Izuru was nervous because he was well aware of who Katsumi’s father was and how her father’s relationship with his own father was kinda iffy.

“M-Midoriya sir.” He nervously stated.

Katsuki saw red.

“DEKU?!??????!!!!!” He screamed

“Oh come on Katsuki! Like that wasn’t obvious!” You said rolling your eyes.

“There is NO WAY IN HELL I’m gonna let the Bakugou line be contaminated with Deku’s genes! Our family line only brings in the best of the best!” Katsuki proudly and loudly stated.

“So what am I?” Y/N asked.

“The best of the best! You were and are the perfect one for me Y/N! You know this, I know this, everyone knows this. And look at what we created-“ he was interrupted by his wife.

“A mini you?”

“A MINI ME! And who wouldn’t want that?!”

“Dad.” Katsumi said.

Now that caught Katsuki off guard. For the past 16 years, Katsumi has always been a daddy’s girl. She never called him “dad,” ew. She said “Daddy,” or “Shitty dad.” As Katsuki turned to his daughter he could see the look in her eyes.

“.......you really wanna be with this kid?” He asked.

“I really do.” Katsumi said while grabbing onto Izuru’s hand.

“...Ok then. You can be with him.” Katsuki calmly said.

Katsumi excitingly got up and ran towards her dad’s seat giving him a hug.

“Thanks daddy,” she said while giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Dinner continued on as normal as it could. Katsuki was just gonna have to learn how to let go.

Later

As the married couple got ready to sleep, Katsuki was hanging outside their balcony.

“What was up with you Blasty? I haven’t seen that kinda Katsuki since UA.” You jokingly said as you went to stand beside him.

“You’re not scared?” Katsuki asked.

“Of?”

“Katsumi. She’s growing up. She has a boyfriend now. That girl is having sex! She’s not daddy’s little girl anymore.” He sadly said.

“That’s what this is about? Katsumi growing up? Suki, this was always gonna happen. She’s in her prime teenage years. She’s 16! A lots gonna start happening.” You began.

“I know that but-“

“But nothing Katsuki. You can be scared of her growing up, I am too, but we can’t be so scared that we try and stop her. You just have to know that Katsumi will always come back to us no matter how old she is. And she will always, always be a daddy’s girl. Her entire world revolves around you Katsuki, but we gotta let her go at some point. We have to let her grow. That’s how the best of the best are made after all, right? It’s what we look for in a Bakugou.” You finished.

Katsuki couldnt do anything but smile. You were right. He knew you were. And he was willing to let his little cub grow.

“......You’ve gotta stop interrupting me when I talk.” He laughed.

“And you’ve gotta stop saying the dumbest shit in the world.” You teased back.

He pulled you in for a quick peck and just held you there in his arms. He was so glad he had you to keep him grounded. You’re the best of the best after all. It only makes sense.

“Daddy?” Katsumi walked into her parents room, unnoticed.

As the two broke the hug to see their daughter, looking a little timid, Katsuki spoke.

“Katsumi, hey princess. What’s up with you.” Katsuki asked as he walked towards his daughter.

“You’re not...disappointed in me, right? You know, for who I chose to be with. I’m sorry if I chose Izuru but I-“ this time, it was Katsuki who interrupted.

“Hey hey, no of course not baby bear. I would never be disappointed in who your true feelings pulled you to. I don’t want you to apologize for anything when today I caused most of the trouble.” Katsuki said while wiping one of his daughter’s stray tears.

“You know I’m never gonna leave you guys. Right? I’m gonna grow up but I’ll always want to have a close relationship with you and mom. I love you guys, and I’m not going anywhere.” Katsumi said.

“We know Katsumi. And we love you too. And we’re far from disappointed in you. We are so proud of the young woman you’ve become today.” Y/N joined in.

Katsumi ran to her mother and gave her the tightest hug, and Katsuki couldn’t help but stare at his two girls. His world. His entire reason for living. All right there in his arms as he pulled them in for a bigger hug.

“Thanks you guys. Well, I’m gonna head to bed. I’ve got a date with Izuru tomorrow and I don’t wanna be late.” Katsumi began walking towards her parents door until Katsuki called her.

“Hey baby bear,”

“Yeah?”

“Izuru. He seems alright. He’ll be good for you.” Katsuki admitted.

“Yeah. He really is. He’s the best of the best after all. Reminds me of someone I know.” Katsumi said while leaving the room.

Yeah. Katsuki will be just fine.

A/N: Sheesh. This kinda sucked but I did this in my literature class sooo....it’s still credible work since I was writing, right? Yeah..?....No?...yeah ok. Anyways, HOPED YOU ENJOYED IT BEAR CUBS🧸💗

P.S. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT!! And I PROMISE I’ll get better and produce more work. Feel free to leave requests!

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