#if anyone like sends in an ask saying they do i’ll hold onto it until she’s on my shelf so i can reply w pics :]

[iinmysights]

so. who wants to see my mail order bride when she gets here

[strawberrysturniolo]

never grow up part two

summary: chris and sunny's friendship is put to the test as they navigate new changes between them, following them having sex

angstyyyyyyyyyy part 1 part 3

Every morning at the Sturniolo’s house starts the same.  Chris and I are always the last out of bed even though we wake up before everyone else. We spend hours talking and laughing and avoiding interaction with anyone else. Even when we were just friends, we just wanted to be alone together. 

Now, things are slightly different. 

I woke up with Chris’ arms enclosed around my body. He never was the type to cuddle, but maybe it’s because he’s going back to LA in a few days that he feels like he should hold onto me until that time comes. 

I had forgotten about that. The whole fact that he’d have to leave soon. 

He shifts a bit beneath me, stirring awake. His eyes search for mine, looking for a sign that I’m awake too. I close my eyes quickly, but with a laugh beneath me, I know I wasn’t fast enough. 

“I saw that,” he says. “What are you pretending you’re sleeping for?”

“You looked so cute, I didn’t want to wake you up. I thought if I pretended to sleep then you’d go back to sleep and I could admire you longer.”

He smiles softly, pulling me closer. “You’re adorable.” My heart races a little. “You liked that, huh?” he asks, feeling my heart against his chest.

I push myself off of him, rolling my eyes. “Shut up.”

Flashbacks from last night come rushing in like a storm cloud, preparing to strike me with every mistake we may have made. I don’t want to think that sex with Chris was a mistake, but I can’t let myself feel these things for him if he’s going back to LA, which is of course going to happen. 

From the kiss, to the sex, to us cuddling after, every touch of our bodies felt like a rush of electricity until we were destined to burn out. 

“You hungry?” he snaps me out of my daze where my thoughts started consuming me. “Mom’s making french toast. Your favorite.”

Mom. Because she was never just his mom. She was always a second mother to me. 

“And yours,” I remind him. 

He smiles, nodding in agreement. “That’s why we work so well together.”

Then, he kisses me. 

It’s so natural like he hasn’t even thought about it. Like he didn’t have to. Like it’s everything he’s been wanting to do. 

“I need to change. I’ll be down in a minute though,” I give him a half smile, realizing that I’m in nothing more than my underwear and Chris’ old t-shirt. 

He kisses my forehead, then leaves the room. 

I pull on a pair of Chris’ sweatpants and a hoodie, covering myself head to toe in his wardrobe. When I walk downstairs, no one says anything about me wearing his clothes. No one cares. This is how it’s always been, even before he was burying himself inside of me last night. 

“Morning, Sunny,” Matt says through a mouthful of his breakfast. He washes it down with a swig of orange juice, barely looking up at me as he eats and tries to talk at the same time. 

I sit next to him as Chris’ mom makes me a plate of food, sliding it down in front of me. Chris stands by the fridge, pouring himself some water from the dispenser in the fridge. I look up, catching his eye. 

He starts to smile at me, the smallest smile that sends a zoo of butterflies scattering through my body. 

“What the fuck are you doing!” Nick exclaims, tossing his arms up towards Chris as he looks down at the puddle of water on the floor he just stepped into. 

Chris’ eyes go wide at the glass of water overflowing in his hand, dripping into a small pond on the floor. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles. 

“Dude, clean it up!” Matt adds, this time without his mouth full. 

“I am dipshit!” he calls back, dropping a towel on the floor and swiping it on the tile with his foot.

Chris sits to the left of me at the island, eating his breakfast silently. 

With some small talk being made as everyone eats, the only thing I’m focused on is Chris’ taps onto my foot with his own. 

“Something funny?” Matt asks, noticing my smile and quiet giggles as I play footsie with his brother. 

“Sorry, it’s nothing.”

—

“You’re lying!” I yell at him. 

“I’m not!” he shouts back, inches from my face.

“You’re a fucking liar!”

“And you’re overdramatic!”

“You do remember, you’re just embarrassed.”

He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “Why would I want to remember me throwing up after I had my first kiss.”

I erupt into laughter as he finally gives into his embarrassing memory. He punches my arm forcefully.

“HEY!”

“I was 12 and scared! And I chugged like three sodas beforehand so yeah, I thought I was gonna burp, and then I threw up. Laugh it up.”

“Oh, I will,” I tease him further, watching him shake his head at me. 

“Mmm,” he hums, nodding his head at me as he brings his face closer to mine, brushing our noses as our lips find each other. 

I give him a quick kiss, making him whine as I pull away.

“More,” he says, his eyes closed as he smiles. 

I peck his lips again, just for him to ask for more. 

“Chris!” I scold him, laughing.

“What!” he shouts back defensively. “I’m making up for lost time here.”

I find myself giving in, just like I always do. I give into everything that screams his name. I give into anything that gives me some of him, even though now I have all of him.

Our lips press together like it’s everything that we’re supposed to be. His hand holds my face, and as the kiss grows from soft pecks to a heavier makeout, I’m eternally grateful that we came to my house. Two nights at his place would be too suspicious. We would always alternate houses as kids. 

He sits on my couch in my new apartment that I share with my college roommate. Luckily, she’s at work. With him in Boston for now, we don’t have to worry about alternating houses. If he wants to stay here and sleep in my bed and hold me and kiss me while we sleep, we don’t need anyone’s permission anymore. That’s what I remind myself as I climb into his lap. 

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers against my lips. 

Baby. 

Not Sunny. 

Not even my real name. 

He calls me baby. 

I can’t even kiss him for a second because of the way my lips curl into a smile. 

He pulls back and looks at me, analyzing my expression. “What’s that for?”

“You called me baby.”

I feel his body release a casual shrug. “It’s nothing,” he says. 

But to me it’s everything. 

I smile into another kiss, holding him close. His hands grip my hips, shifting me slightly on his crotch. A gasp escapes my lips, just enough noise for him to break our mouths apart and lock his eyes on mine, watching the satisfaction rise through my body.

“I love learning what you like,” he nods, flicking his eyes all over my face. “I never remember ever having to learn something new about you. This is so refreshing. I love having more of you.”

My hips dip forward, searching for some sort of release of the ache as I feel my clit begging for attention. As I rock my hips on him, I find the strength between my staggered breathing to say, “I’m yours.”

He raises his thumb to my bottom lip, pulling it downward. His eyes are full of lust as he sucks his own lip in between his teeth, biting down on it hard like he’s holding himself back. 

“You always have been.”

I just about melt into him, the kiss pulling us together like the strongest magnets. Even on opposite sides of the country, we’re destined to be drawn together. 

He wraps his arms around my lower back, holding me tight as he pulls me into his body, picking me up slightly and laying me down on the length of the couch, all without letting his mouth leave mine. 

“I don’t want to know a world where I’m not your number one girl,” I confess to him, the words slipping out of me as I know our events of last night could have changed everything between us. 

“Well,” he starts to say, making me freeze. “Apart from my mom and maybe my future daughter, you’re definitely number one.”

Good answer. 

His mouth dips to my neck, pushing his own sweatshirt on my body aside as he searches for the spot with the easiest access, but can also double as a sweet spot that will have me begging him for more.

As he places sloppy kisses on my neck and his hands push against my stomach, I have a random rush on panic in my body, like I need answers before I need him inside of me again.

“Chris?”

“Hmm,” he lets out a hum, trying not to break contact between us.

“We need to talk.”

He groans, but not the kind filled with pleasure. He sounds pissed off. “Right now?”

I nod. “Yes, right now.” 

He sits up on his knees. “Can you give me like… ten minutes?” 

I shake my head. 

He lets out a gentle sigh, not one of annoyance, but rather an exhale after the rush of our bodies that we had been looking for until I stopped it. 

He runs his hand through his hair, correcting the placement of his curls after I threw them off as we kissed and started touching each other. “What’s up?”

I struggle to find the right words to tell him what is going on inside my brain. How do I make him understand that I’m terrified of losing our friendship because of us having sex, or that I’m scared to ruin our friendship through a relationship, but all I’ve thought of growing up is what it would be like to know he was my boyfriend, and no one else's?

“I just – I think– Last night,” I struggle, but the words start to form. “I had a lot of fun last night. It was really good. And right now, I want to do that again… I just–”

Chris’ expression changes numerous times as I take him on a mental journey with me. He looks worried, then smiles, then looks worried again. 

“We don’t have to have sex again right now,” he reminds me. “I just thought you wanted to because you got in my lap but I should have asked–”

“No,” I interrupt him, almost too passionate about the topic of sex with him, but hey, that’s years of pent up frustration coming out. “It’s not about the sex.”

“You sure?” he pushes a bit further, raising an eyebrow at me. 

I nod. “It has nothing to do with the sex… entirely…” I’m ruining this by speaking. “I’ve liked you for so long, Chris.”

I watch him swallow. It’s like he’s nervous. He doesn’t say anything. 

So I continue and hope that he interrupts me at some point. 

“I’ve always liked you and I always wanted something more in our friendship but if that never happened, I was okay with that, because we were Sunny and Chris, and that was always enough. But after last night, and the way things have been going all day… I guess I’ve just been thinking about how things might be if we… you know… tried.”

“Tried what?” he asks me blankly.

I blink at him a few times, waiting for it to register, but it never does. 

“A relationship,” I say simply. 

His face contorts. 

My heart just about fucking stops functioning. 

“Why would we do that?”

I don’t bother hiding the fact that my face fell in front of him. I scoot back a bit, feeling uncomfortable with being so brave and outspoken. I shouldn’t have said anything at all, but as I juggle that idea, I remember that he started this. I have no reason to doubt what I thought he felt. He gave me this.

“We had sex last night,” I remind him, as if he could possibly forget. 

“I know that. I’m saying… why would we start a relationship just because we had sex?”

He waits for me to say something back, but I’m at a loss for words. I’m treading water in the deepest of oceans, and all I want right now is to fucking drown and never come back up after this. 

“It was just sex,” he adds.

That sucks me underwater, and I’m struggling to breathe.

Except in real life, it pushes me to stand up in front of him, taking control. “Just sex?!”

The scariest part of this is that he doesn’t even look like he feels that he’s said anything wrong. 

“Sun–”

“I don’t just have sex, Chris,” I cut him off, the fear, anger, sadness, and sudden regret pour out of me. “And I would never just have sex with you. I had sex with you because I thought things were different. I thought you wanted me differently. And now that we’ve had sex, you’re just gonna go back to LA and we’re gonna what? Go back to not speaking on the phone and only communicating through meaningless Snapchats?”

He stares at the floor, not a thought leaving his head and entering his mouth, clearly, because he says nothing back. 

“If you can’t figure this out on your own with that college brain, then I have nothing else to say to you,” he finally says. He grabs his phone and adjusts his clothing before he stands up and places himself inches from my face. “Figure it out and then call me.”

“What does me being in college have to do with this?” I ask.

“You know exactly what it means!” he says, his volume much louder than before, catching me off guard. “You act like you’re so much higher than me-”

“I’m gonna stop you there,” I interject quickly. “I was always the person supporting you and telling you to chase your dreams. I was always the one telling everyone that you were gonna make it big.”

“Right, but you don’t want me to go to LA.”

He starts walking away, and without hesitating, I run after him. 

“This isn’t about LA!” I shout. “This is about you and me!”

He spins around on his feet, his face inches from mine as he yells back, “I know that!”

“It’s about you and if you’re ready to be in a relationship, and if you’re willing to do distance for us-”

“Are you serious? If I’m willing?” he argues, stepping closer to me. I step back. It’s like I don’t know him anymore. “I’ve been following you around like an abandoned puppy since the day we met and you’re still asking yourself what I want?”

I let my voice drop to a much lower volume, practically a mumble. “What do you want?”

“YOU! I WANT YOU!”

I fall silent. My eyes fill with tears, but I refuse to let them fall. He’s here. I haven’t lost him. We just have to get through this new part of us. 

“Do you want me?” he asks, noticing my silence as I tried to gather my thoughts. 

Of course I want you. I’ve always wanted you, and I always will.

I want to be your biggest fan, on the sidelines watching you succeed and achieve every dream I remember you telling me about as we colored with sidewalk chalk as kids until we skinned our fingers from rubbing the chalk into the pavement too hard.

I don’t know how long we’ve been in silence. I don’t know how long I’ve been having a mental battle with myself. 

I want to be with Chris, but I don’t think we want each other the same way. 

I want to have a relationship with him. I want to call him mine and know that he’s no one else’s. I want to look at pictures of us as kids and laugh, thinking about how things have changed.

He wants freedom, and he wants to have fun. I was there, and we didn’t give ourselves to each other. I gave myself to him, and he gave me the Chris that he gives every girl in LA. He made me think I was more than that to him. I should be more than that, and that’s what makes me hesitant above all. 

When he goes back to LA, everything falls back to the way it was, and that’s the last thing I want. Yet, I can’t bring myself to beg for change, because I know it won’t happen unless he wants this too. 

“Cool,” nods. He tucks his hands into the pocket of his hoodie and slips his shoes on. He heads to the door and says, “I’ve spent my entire life chasing after someone who couldn’t give a fuck about me.”

Then, he leaves. 

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[bouncybongfairy]

First off, I love your writing and I can’t get enough really. I’ve been obsessed with your atla stuff and I was wondering if you’d be down to write for Sokka. Any smut really but like something like, you’re traveling with the gaang and there’s tons of tension with him. If not no hard feelings whatsoever, just a suggestion.

Do You?

Sokka x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: There's been a lot of tension between you and Sokka for the past couple of weeks. After and heated argument, Anng send both of you to get some air. Sokka finds you in a tavern after a couple of drinks and both your feelings come to the surface.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Smut

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Appa had been sick for the past couple days, meaning you guys were basically stranded until he was better. It didn’t help that you and Sokka had been going at it lately. You weren’t really sure why but everything he did drove you crazy. Anng paired the two of you up to skin the fish for tonight's dinner. The entire time he was criticizing you about how you were descaling it. Bragging about back home he could prepare a fish faster than anyone.

“Oh so since you’re the best and can do it ‘fAsTeR tHaN aNyOnE’ you can do this on your own,” you said, standing up and wiping your hands. 

“Sloppy help is better than no help,” he huffed. 

“Whatever, I'll go help Katara,” you said. 

“Wait no- okay I’ll chill with the critiques. Let me teach you,” he said, reaching his hand out. 

Without saying anything, you walked back over and sat on your knees. He sat behind you, his knees on the outside of your hips and thighs. Giving you the knife and securing your grip with his own. Holding onto the outsides of your hands as he instructed. As he talked, you could feel his breath against the back of your neck. Due to him being so close to your ear, he lowered his voice. Speaking with a soft and gentle tone, making your ears burn slightly. You began unknowingly letting yourself enjoy this. The way you could feel his chest rising and falling against your back. Liking the feeling of his body against yours and his smell engulfing your nose. 

“See,even you can do it!” he said in an extremely patronizing way. 

“Fuck off,” you said, feeling overwhelmed by how much you were enjoying his touch. Also not appreciating his poking fun at you even more. 

“Ugh you’re exhausting, even when I try being nice you push me away. Can't you see that I like -ahem- that I’m like, trying to make an effort!” he said, cheeks flushing red. 

“That’s it! I’m tired of hearing the two bickering none stop. Both of you need space from each other! Sokka you go that way, y/n you go that way. I don’t care what you do, but don’t come back until you figure out why both of you are so insufferable!” Anng yelled, slamming his glider onto the ground. 

The two of you made intense eye contact before walking away. Luckily for you, he sent you in the direction of a local market in the village. The walk gave you a lot of time to think; when he was helping you skin the fish, it felt like he had underlying feelings. Like he was purposely finding an excuse to be close to you. The tone in his voice was different, you never heard him talk like that to anyone else.​​ The way he slid his hands along your arms before grabbing your hands. It was becoming evident that the frustration and tension you’ve been feeling wasn’t caused by anger. 

You finally reached a tavern, it wasn’t much but it was cozy. Drunk men singing and goofing off with each other. A group of women gossiping with each other adjacent to a group of men playing Pai Sho. Immediately feeling out of place, you walk up to the barmaid and ask for whatever she recommended. Which ended up being some type of fermented wine. One of the young men comes up to you, trying to engage in conversation. 

“Are you new to town? I’ve been coming here for a couple years but I've never seen you,” he says, smiling while holding his drink. 

“Oh um, yeah I’m just staying in town for a couple days,” you explain, finishing off your drink and ordering another one. 

“Aww that’s a shame, I bet I could convince you to stay for a little longer,” he said, which made you giggle. 

You were now polishing off your third drink, watching the game. Enjoying the music, making conversation with the other patrons. Dancing with the group of young women from earlier. You didn’t realize Sokka was watching you from the wooden doors. Eventually the young gentlemen who you were speaking with earlier, starts to dance with you. Sokka was visibly getting more irritated, watching his hand travel down your back. Once the guy wrapped his arms around you, pressing himself against you from behind, he couldn’t control himself. Stomping over and pulling you out of the dude's grip. Your heart sank once your eyes fell onto him. Like you’d been caught doing something wrong, looking you up and down with such disappointment.

“We're leaving,” Sokka growled, grabbing you by the upper arm gently. 

“Does she want to leave with you,” the guy asked. 

“Do you?” Sokka asked, looking down at you. Feeling quite tipsy it made you nervous to speak. Like if you opened your mouth, only stupidness would come out. He was looking at you with such intensity and jealousy, you nodded your head in agreement. Leading you out of the building, into an alley behind the building. Giving you two some privacy while waiting for him to talk. 

“Are you mad?” you asked. 

“I feel like I've dropped all the hits I can. I don’t know if this is like… your way of making me just admit it but I like you. If you keep pushing me away every time I come onto you then I just won’t anymore. I can’t take it,” he said, walking over to the river bank. Letting his hair free from its pony tail out of frustration. Falling onto his knees and splashing some cool water onto his face. Seeing how disappointed he was in your actions made you feel stupid. Like you were blind to all his advances and playful teasing and it was too late to let your feelings known. However, you were drunk enough to at least give it a shot. Walking over to him and joining where he sat in the grass. 

“I think I was just nervous -hiccup- to tell you how I felt. Then because I was holding all my feelings inside, I became standoffish. I’m sorry,” you said, brushing the partially wet hair off his face before continuing, “Please don’t think I’m only saying this because I drank. Drunk thoughts are sober words… or is it sober words are drunk thoughts,” you begin making him laugh. 

“Are you gonna make me ask for a kiss?” you asked, he took your offer and smashed his lips against yours. 

Lips melting together as you straddle his lap. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue over it. Moaning as you started grinding down on his dick print. The alcohol in your system was making you more ballsy, desperately grinding yourself against him. Enjoying the friction against your clit. Sokka’s mouth hung open as bucked his hips up. Gripping your hips tightly, helping work you on him. He was sitting up, back against the back wall of the tavern. You were holding his face in your hands, moaning and panting against his lips. Pressing his forehead against your chest as he started to cum. His hips spasming from underneath, you could feel his length spasm against your core, sending you into climax. Time slowed while fire was pooling in your lower abdomen and you frantically rubbed yourself against him. Letting your head fall towards, letting him support your weight while cooling down. Both of you walking hand and hand, his giving you a piggy back ride once you became too tired. 

“Great, see sometimes a little space does people good. Glad you guys worked it out,” Anng said as the two of you walked to separate tents. 

“Oh trust me, we really worked through our problems,” Sokka remarked before everyone turned in.

[harryforvogue]

harry and annaliese please!!!

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

Annaliese looks up from the lather, offense etched onto her features. “I’ve done this before.”

“Several years ago, yes.”

“I wouldn’t say several. Now, do you want to be standing for this and I could get a stool or maybe–”

“No,” Harry says, sitting on the edge of the tub. He pats his thigh twice. “Come here.”

Annaliese’s eyes widen. Her heart flutters…well, everywhere. “Really?”

“Really.”

She grabs all the utensils and then carefully sits sideways on his lap. Harry shakes his head and grabs her waist, twisting her over so her legs wrap around his torso. 

“You’ll fall over,” she protests. 

“I won’t.” He spreads his legs wider to balance himself. His hands don’t move from her waist. If anything, they grip tighter. 

She froths the cream a little bit more before shifting closer, raising his chin. “Your lips.”

He pulls them between his teeth, eyes alight with excitement, and perhaps something else. She starts over his mouth, and then down his cheeks and jaw. Then his neck. He shudders at the cold cream, but lets her swirl the brush over his stubble until nicely coated. 

“Do you remember the first time we did this and I nicked your neck?”

Harry restores his lips to normal and chuckles softly. “I bled for ten minutes. You ran to get me a bandaid if I recall correctly.”

“And Thea asked how you could have cut yourself when you’ve never done so before.”

“It was fun, wasn’t it? Keeping us a secret.”

“Fun for you, maybe. I didn’t like lying to my best friend.”

“Lying?” Harry rubs her hip with his thumb. “I don’t think it was lying. Just hiding.”

“I had to tell her I wasn’t interested in anyone for, like, six months!”

“The horror,” Harry murmurs, turning his head as Annaliese flips open the razor. “Carefully, yes?”

“Yes, yes. I know.”

She starts at his sideburns, slowly dragging down. His eyes flutter shut at the contact, just briefly, before opening, staring past her shoulder. Harry never lets his stubble grow out much, so the hair are already short. She stretches the skin with one her left hand and shaves with her right. When the razor is coated, she pulls back and leans over to the sink to dip it into the already filled warm basin. Harry’s hands hold her tightly to make sure she doesn’t fall.

“Good?” she asks.

Harry nods. “So far no casualties.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Cannot be more dramatic than you.”

She uses the towel slung over his shoulder to wipe down the blade and then goes back to stretching his skin. As she gets the hang of it, he relaxes his tense shoulders and wanders his eyes over to her. 

She can see him watching her from the corner of her vision. When she glances over at him, Harry only stares back until his left eye drops in a wink.

Annaliese, despite being married to this man for several years, blushes. Harry laughs, rubbing her back as if to comfort her.

Once she gets to his mouth, he dutifully bites down on lips to hide them as she glides the razor over his mustache and down his jaw. She makes sure to get the corner of his mouth, and one one side of his face is down, she cleans the blade and leans forward to kiss his soft cheek a few times. The cream he uses smells divine. There must be some science behind how the smell drives her insane.

This, of course, Harry knows. He gives his knees a little bounce to send her bumping into him.

“You’ll fall!” she says again. 

“Won’t.”

Annaliese sighs and continues with the other side of his face. When she’s done, he tilts his head back so she can get his neck, visibly tense again as she goes over his Adam’s apple. He grabs her waist again as she washes away the froth. 

“Done,” she announces, extremely proud of herself. “Now I’ll go over it again–”

“No,” Harry says quickly, grabbing the razor from her. “I’ll do that.”

She frowns. “You said I could.”

“Yes, but I’ve changed my mind. Going against the hair is, er, too advanced. I can do it. But you can watch.”

He pats her thigh firmly and goes to stand up, taking her with him. Her feet land against the floor and he walks her backwards until her back hits the sink, trapping her there. He takes the cream and rubs it over his face once more, cleaning the blade again as well.

Annaliese stops her complaining right away as Harry looks over her head at himself in the mirror, quickly shaving his jaw and neck. He does it at such a speed, it’s so fun to watch. A smile plays on his lips because he knows exactly how she feels as she watches him. Her hands grab his shirt, mouth ajar, waiting for him to finish his neck to press her lips to his pulse point, kissing it repeatedly.

Harry laughs softly, continuing to shave over his mustache. All she can hear is the scratch of the blade against the short hair. She pulls away once he’s finished, stepping back to let him wash the rest of the lather away. She takes the towel away from his shoulder and pats his face dry.

“So handsome,” she whispers. “You are so handsome. It's so unfair. I should keep you locked up. Nobody should be allowed to look at you.”

Harry wraps his arms around her when she leans up to kiss him, urgency laced into her lips. She kisses him and kisses him until the air runs out, her back digging into the sink. She has to press her thighs together to get some relief, which Harry, as the attentive man he is, notices right away.

“If you keep kissing me like this,” he murmurs heavily against her mouth, “we’ll never make it to dinner.”

His hands slide down her sides suggestively.

“We don’t need to go to dinner,” she says.

“I made these reservations four months ago, my love.” He pulls back to hold her face, squishing her cheeks together. “We will be going to dinner.”

Annaliese attempts to pout, which earns her another heavy kiss from her husband. “Fine,” she sighs, seeking out one more kiss. “But after that, I get to have my way with you.”

“Mm. Absolutely.”

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

CHAPTER 12

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- mention of pregnancy, mention of sandors past, mention of scars, 18+ words and themes overall. Slight angst.

Previous chapter here

Slightly proof read sorry for any errors

You sit on the horse joss holding onto you as sandor walks beside the horse holding it by the reins. 

“Ser. I can walk.” joss speaks. 

“Shut up.” Sandor says. 

“M-my lady should have the horse to herself-” 

“I said shut- up.” Sandor speaks. 

“Joss…if you’d like to stretch your legs you are more than welcome but you are injured and if you are to make it to Volantis without further complication i suggest you stay put on the horse with me… is what my dear husband is trying to say.” you speak. 

Sandor stops and so do you both as he looks up to you. You give him a reassuring smile. He huffs looking away but then his head snaps to the side. Of the canyon not. 

“Th-thank you ser.” joss says to sandor. 

“Be quiet,” he says. 

“Sandor must you be so ru-” you begin but he puts his hand over your mouth as well as he hands you the reins of the horse. 

“Quiet.” he speaks slowly. Drawing out his sword. You and joss stay quiet. The horse begins to shift uncomfortably. He walks some feet away looking around only for an arrow to barely miss him and zip across you spooking the horse as it lodges itself into the rock behind you. 

Men appear from behind the rocks and begin an amish of an attack. Sandor easily takes out two of them. 

“Sandor!” you cry out trying to regain control over the horse. The men charge at you and joss, before they begin to pile on top of your husband. 

“When you reach the clearing go left until you hit the edge of Westeros in sunspear!” Sandor speaks.

“NO not without you!” you cry but regardless sandor slaps the haunches of the horse. 

“I’LL FIND YOU GO!” he yells as the horse takes off with you and joss through the canyon the men running after you shooting arrows past you both only to miss. The speed of the horse overtakes the power of the men running and you both zip through the rest of the canyon of prince’s pass. Coming to a clearing of sand presumably in sandstone at the edge of westeros. You pull on the reins of the horse stopping it. 

“We have to go back.” You speak, your voice breaking. 

“My lady no.” joss says hopping off the horse calming it down. 

“My husband is back there with God knows how many men! He needs help.” you say beginning to cry. 

“With all do respect my lady NO! With Gods know how many men attacking him back there, he’s the lord hound of house clegane, a fighter , a man of the kings guard most feared in all of king's landing and im a squire and you are a princess. With what skill are we able to fight? He said he will find us whether that be in the clouds with our lord or here on land  but for now we need to get to safety!” joss says looking you dead in the eyes. 

Tears stream down your face and you nod. 

“Volantis is east, left, as ser clegane as said if we go now we can get to hellholt inn nearing dark and sleep then head sunspears dock in the morn.” he speaks. You nod he takes the reins of the horse and begins to lead to hellholt town. You look behind you not seeing anyone, not seeing sandor.

—-----

Sandnor is pushed down to the ground and hand tied behind his back before a bag is thrown over his head and pushed into the ground. 

“It's sandor clegane ser” a man says its muffled do to the linen on his head but he can hear enough. 

“Hmm…lets take him back to the tavern well ask what to….he will have a word.'' The middle and probably most important bit of sandor needed to hear had been muffled with the new sound of horse hooves hoping it's not you coming back to “save” him. But it's not. 

Sandor is dragged up to his feet before the rope around his hands is attached to another on the end of the horse as he's led somewhere else. Trying to scope out his surroundings as they head through the canyon trying to get a general sense of direction, but with a potato sack on your head it's kinda hard to do so. 

Without realizing it he allows his mind to wander to you, wondering if you're trying to ride back or if you listened to him and continued to head east. No of course not with how demanding you were with him to join you to your home, you would've told joss to turn around or left him there to get back to him, but then joss would keep you safe and that gives him so peace of mind. 

The thoughts of you and wondering if your safe block out the extended amount of time to the miles of walking. The sound of people laughing and talking quietly when he seemingly enters a tavern just barely missing the door frame as he almost hits his head against it. 

The bag is pulled off his head after further muffled talking, exchanging victory of how they had caught Sandor in the first place. 

“Aha not a man at all then…A HOUND!” thoros speaks, turning around and smiling at him. 

Thoros…the fuck you doing here?” Sandor grumbles. 

“Talking, drinking, fucking the usual! Same as old! And you?” Thoros asks. 

“I don't need you in my business top knot.” Sandor huffs out. 

“Oh come now clegane be kind.” Thoros prods. 

“He was with a woman and a boy.” another man says. 

“Hmm..a woman and a boy..musta been your lady wife then hmm? How's that going, lots of babes?” thoros chuckles causing sandor to retaliate in the ropes that hold his back from absolutely smashing thoros’s head against the table.

“Ooh feisty. Come on let's take him to the lord of light.'' Thoros says. Before the bag is placed over sandors head once again he notices a kid her hair short yet still long enough to be recognized. 

“Girl!?” Sandor barks out. All the attention is now placed on the child who is trying to hurriedly leave. 

“Arya stark! What are you doing with her?” Sandor speak.

“You know her?” thoros asks. 

“And you don't..how fitting.” Sandor scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

“Hmm well if you know she's valuable, well take her too.” thoros demands as a man grabs her as well. 

“What! NO! You said I could go free.” she squeals trying to fight the man who has her easily in his grip. 

“Yes. That before you were valuable. lets go '' he says putting the bag back over sandors head after there's one now on arya. They are both led out of the place this time and Sandor does hit his head on the door frame making him duct with an annoyed groan. 

Once again sandors mind wanders to you it's getting dark and he wonders if you and joss had made it to the inn before sunspear or if you had run the horse all the way to the edge before dark where you got on a ship or if you had headed the other way to find him. He knows you're stubborn, especially since you love him. 

But then his mind snaps to the feeling of his hand on your stomach, how he can feel your heartbeat and swears he feels the babe inside your belly’s heart beating too. He needs you to be safe. He knows how dangerous child bearing can be. His mother died trying to give birth to what would've been sister. He remembers hearing the men of the town saying they were expecting her death as how she could possibly give birth to another large baby. 

‘Then next baby that bitch bear will be just as big as the first two might as well split the poor lady in half.’ he remembers the merchant speaking to the farmer who then told half the town about his mother's pregnancy and then how his mother wouldn't look at him after he was burnt. He doesn't want the same fate for you. 

Being pushed into a cave with one source of heat snaps him out of his mind fog. The bag is taken off his head once more before seeing many others, a large fire burning before him forces Sandor to take a step back from the heat. 

“Sandor clegane.” a deep raspy voice from the darkness is heard before a man with an eyepatch emerges into the light. 

“Beric Dondarrion…” Sandor huffs looking at the man who's known for cheating death many times before. 

“If I untie you will you try to kill everyone in this cave?” Beric asks. 

“Just the bald headed cunt would keep mocking me.” Sandor grunt in annoyance to thoros. Beric gives thoros a look, a mixture of disappointment and amusement before nodding his head. The ropes are cut off of sandors wrists allowing him to rub the bruises that have formed. 

“Now then… shall we talk like civilians?” Beric suggests. Only leaving Sandor to sigh.

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atwow!jake sully x fem avatar reader

!! angst; there are references to a1; hinted age gap between jake and reader; use of "kid" as platonic pet name // 2.1k words

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you watch as they gather their things, packing up whatever else they could hoist onto their ikrans without the beasts buckling underneath all the weight that they are not used to carrying. the sully’s are silent for a change, their lips pinched close, their eyes refusing to meet each other in an act of full avoidance, hoping that the silence would blanket their breaking hearts.

your hands twitch, muscle memory kicking in when jake stalked away and left the rest of his family for a short moment. neytiri finds your eyes, tipping her head to wherever jake headed and you send her a short nod before turning around to follow the trail that your friend left.

you find him standing before the opening of high camp, alone, his eyes looking far away and his mind lost in thought. not even your loud footfalls could coax him out so you wait, taking your space beside him, basking in the silence as you count down the minutes you have left with him.

“i’m sorry,” he says after a while, his voice thick and only then do you realize that he slipped into english – a pretence of privacy.

“you shouldn’t be,” you tell him, tipping your head up and smiling when you meet his already-waiting eyes. “i get it the most, you know?”

“i know,” he breathes. “i’d love nothin’ more than for you t’come… but the people, they need you more.”

“‘course. they’re still gon’ need the remaining warrior of the jarhead clan, now that y’r leavin’,” you tease, hoping to ease the tension.

he chuckles, shaking his head at your words. your heart stutters at the sound, the realization that this is the last you’ll ever hear from and see of jake has you biting the inside of your cheeks, willing yourself to not cry yet. not when he needs you – strong heart.

he licks his lips, parting them, hesitating, until he finally mutters, “thanks for always being with me: back in hell’s gate ‘till now.”

you roll your eyes at him this time, a huff of short laugh escaping your lips. “i promised, didn’t i?”

(“on me?” he asked, tall and blue and free. he stood beside neytiri, their eyes pleading, waiting, but hardened – if you were going to stand against them, then so be it.

but how could you ever? you would follow him to hell if he asked.

“always, corporal,” you replied, laughing as you shook your head, watching as your answer was rewarded with twin and fanged smiles.

yeah, you thought, i have no regrets.)

but that might have been the wrong thing to say; you watch as jake’s face falls, his body drooping along, making him look older than he is. he reaches out for you, patting your head the way you see him do with his kids – familial. platonic.

your heart bursts at seeing what you are to him. it is love, sure it is not in the way you want, but it is still love. jake’s love.

you shuffle to his side, patting him on the back. “i’m fine, jake.”

“i know y’are,” he says, his hand still resting on your head. “but i want you to live for y’rself, kid. y’ve always been here f’r me and now i want you to be here for y’rself.”

“and what exactly does living for myself mean?” your tone is jovial, light.

“…well, i see the way you are with my kids and i know you’ll be a great mother.”

his words strike you, your mind racing as you stare up at him with wide eyes. no.

“no,” you repeat out loud, chuckles spilling from your lips. “you- no. jake. i, uh, i don’t think i can.”

his brows crease, worry lining his face. “you can’t? why?”

“it’s not like i’ll like anyone else to the point of marriage and mating.” you shrug, hiding your wince with a cough, your tail coiling around your leg as you duck your head away, breaking eye contact.

he holds your arm, quiet, urging you to look at him again. you refuse, hoping he would not insist, not when it’s him.

“anyone else?” jake’s voice pierces through your silence and your lungs burn at hearing him repeat your slip up.

you clench your jaw, biting back anything that can clue him in because jake’s smart. no amount of augustine’s curt dismissal could say otherwise. hell, even spellman had begrudgingly admitted that there’s something good going on in jake’s head. ‘something’ that could easily bite your ass right now.

“oh,” he says. 

fuck.

“kid-”

you shrug out of his hold, jake easily letting go of your arm, and you shuffle away, your back turned to him. you rub the back of your neck, chuckling, not minding the fact that you and him could hear just how fake it sounds.

“it’s nothing, jake. don’t. don’t worry about it.” you do not meet his eyes, ashamed of having your feelings unearthed, laid down at his feet for him to see.

he is quiet, unmoving, but you can feel his stare pinning you, tracking the way you shuffle or how you fiddle with your fingers to keep your eyes busy.

you wonder what he thinks, but fear seizes your heart, squeezing, filling you with pinpricks. you are afraid. afraid that if he does give word to what you have always avoided – his rejection, his apologies, his pity – then there’s no turning back. no bridge to salvage. and you would be left with nothing of jake, not even his friendship.

then, amidst your silence, jake finally speaks.

“since when?” he asks. his curiosity is gentle, kind, and you turn to look at him, seeing the beginnings of apologies shadowing his weary eyes.

another dismissal sits on your tongue, ready for you to just move past this because what good would it do to talk about things that could never be?

but-

but how long have you been unkind to yourself? how long have you carried this love? before the war and even now at its return, was it not him who you fought for? was it not jake who gave you the strength to just be?

you feel him step close to you, close but not enough – it would never be enough. you study the contours of his face, every line and every freckle. eywa, he is so beautiful, your heart burns.

“that day before you were gon’ go scouting with augustine and spellman.” the words spill from your lips. “just after you caused so many issues by just running away once your first link was established.”

you laugh, heart easing up when you see jake’s lips tug up in a soft smile at the memory.

“i just finished unlinking from my own when you wheeled towards my open pod, grinning ear to ear, asking how it was. i told you it felt weird, in a good way, and you did this laugh. it was- it came from deep in your belly.” you lick your lips, ignoring the choked up feeling lodged in your throat.

“you were always so detached from everyone, keeping to yourself even on the days we were allowed to let loose and have fun, but it all changed that day. you looked so much happier, lighter. calmer, even. jake, you were – are – so beautiful. and i, well, you know.”

jake’s eyes gloss over like he can see the memory play out before his eyes. “that long?” his voice is vulnerable.

“yeah.”

you take a moment, a quiet breath, then, “it’s always been you, jake.”

tears trickle from the corners of your eyes, spilling onto flushed cheeks. your heart caves as the last of your secrets are laid bare for him to see. the pieces fall from your palms and you know jake could never pick them up for you. you don’t even expect him to.

because this love that you carry is not meant to be reciprocated, you know that at least. not when jake’s heart has finally found its home in the loving arms of neytiri. because while you are in love with jake, you love neytiri just as strongly. and just how you will do anything to make jake happy, you will do just as much to protect neytiri’s joy.

“i’m sorry,” jake whispers, the simple words loaded with so much emotion. you look into his eyes, see the storm raging, and you laugh.

the giggles spill from your lips like your trickling tears – soft, unexpected, and surprising.

jake looks up, astonished and confused at your reaction. you shake your head at him, moving close, reaching to hold his wrists with your smaller hands.

“jake, i know,” you say, smiling up at him. “i’m not hurt or lamenting. i’ve had years to make do, and many more years to realize that us being friends – that’s just as good. i don’t need anything more from you jake. i’m happy as we are.”

jake studies you, his eyes tracking your tears and the soft smile gracing your lips, memorizing the white freckles on your face and the patterns running along your cheeks. he gazes into you, seeing, not for the first time, how much you mean to him and his heart calms. because despite the tears and the heartbreaking confession, jake sees the serenity lining your face, and that is all that he could wish for.

he twists his hands so that he is holding onto yours, your fingers tangled with his. amber eyes gaze at you, heavy with sincere care directed at you. you giggle, a heartbreaking hiccupped sound, as he draws you close and pulls you into an embrace.

the last one, you think to yourself, burrowing your head onto his chest. and then he’ll be gone.

“thank you,” jake murmurs, his voice muted from where it’s pressed onto your forehead. “i- i’m sorry for not noticing. for not realizing, but thank you. thank you for still being with me. for choosing me and the clan. for fighting for us. i wouldn’t have gone far without you so thank you, kid.”

you nod, no longer trusting your voice, your lips wobbling as you stifle a sob. his fingers run along your braids, tickling the base of your ears, before pressing a kiss on the top of your head. then, he is pulling away, his warm embrace leaving you for the cool air to caress.

time has slipped past your fingers, it seems, and now it’s time for him to go.

“take care, jake.” you hold his eyes, willing yourself to be strong in front of him for the last time.

he nods, unable to leave with a pretence of a smile amidst his own teary eyes. but that’s alright. he’s given you enough of his kindness and love to last you a lifetime.

you both return to the edge of the cliff, the clan watching as the sullys prepare to mount their ikrans. neytiri offers you a tight hug, her sobs pressed on the side of your face and you hold her with weak arms, crying as your sister takes her leave.

the children squeeze you as they hug you goodbye. tuk promises to tell you the stories of her journey and you do not tell her that they might not return to the clan anymore, not when jake’s doing this to protect them from the humans, so you nod and tell her that you will wait.

because you will. you will wait for their return. for your friend’s return.

jake meets your eyes once more, raising his hand and waving goodbye, and then they’re all gone.

the clan members return to their tents, quiet and solemn, but you stay at the edge of the cliff, watching as they go smaller and smaller, until they’re engulfed by the colours of the vast sky.

mo’at stands beside you. waiting. silent. then, “come, child. you no longer need to hide.”

your knees buckle as you turn to her, unable to stop yourself from hugging her as you sob, not minding the fact that she is the tsahik as you seek comfort in her embrace. your lungs burn at the weight of your sorrow, and she holds you close, her aged arms holding you up as you weep.

because now, truly, jake is gone. he has left you behind, unable to follow him.

you had been fine not being his beloved as long as he was in your life. but now, you have nothing of him. just memories of him – his ghost.

[elletheactualmenace]

You Would do That for Me? - Pt. 4

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!fem!reader

Summary: Its finally Friday and Peter isn’t expecting what happens at your house.

Warnings: Mentions of physical assault (not in this chapter), Slight verbal bullying, swearing, suggestive (just a bit)

Word Count: 3.8k

a/n: Hello! Sorry this took so long, life has been crazy. I hope you like this part! Its getting exiting and the next part should be, if i write it correctly, more exciting. Enjoy!!

Thoughts = “Italicized dialogue”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

After everything that happened during first period, Peter puts aside his work during his study hall to wrap his head around it. There is no way that what happened actually happened. Peter is stunned but finds it all hilarious at the same time. 

“What does this mean for us?” He thought. “Or maybe I’m looking too deeply into this…” Peter doesn’t want to admit how you defending him warms his heart and sends butterflies swarming in his stomach. He admires how you could be so brave, so bold without a mask. Without his mask he doubts he could do half the things he does as Spiderman. Not that you knew he was Spiderman, oh no. You don’t know, and he plans on it staying that way, at least for as long as he can.

He can’t imagine what would happen if you found out. What if- what if you got hurt, or- or die- No. He can’t think like that. You’re safe, everyone is safe. Besides, if you do find out, in some miraculous way, he assumes you’ll be pissed he didn’t tell you, but the whole hero thing won’t be new to you. For now, he pushes those “what ifs” out of his brain.

“I still can’t believe she said all that to defend me.” Peter thinks blushing with a giddy heart warmed smile. “God, she’s amazing.” 

He's astounded that anyone would do something like that for him. Sure, MJ and Ned did it too, but not in the way you defend him. He feels bad for feeling like this, but he just feels like there from different places, and they mean different things. Like you feel the need to defend him.

Peter doesn’t know if this should or will shift something in your relationship with him. But if something were to shift, he wants it to be for better, not in an awkward way. He wants this “relationship” to be just as healthy as a real one.

“For now, I guess, I’ll wait for her to talk about what happened. And when we do talk, I can say that this is what we both wanted. I can reassure both of us. It’ll be fine.” Peter concludes, just as the bell rings. He stands from his desk and heads over to the doors.

As he walks out of the class, he can feel all eyes on him. It messes with his senses and leaves him on edge. He just keeps walking. Even when he hears people whisper his name and yours and then some curse of astonishment. His hands tighten into fists as he holds onto the straps of his school bag. 

He feels a person walking up next to him silently and before he looks he can tell it’s you. Maybe it’s your perfume, or maybe it's just that happy feeling he gets in his heart when you're close.

He glances over to you and a small smile graces his lips. You both walk in silence. That is until Peter, with his enhanced hearing, overhears someone say something about Peter and you. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from curling into a ball in the middle of the hallway.

“Peter?” You ask and he whips his head to listen to you. “I just wanted to apologize about what I said in our first period.” 

“Oh.” Peter thinks, relieved that this conversation didn’t have to wait too long. He decides to lighten your anxious mood, and makes a stupid joke.

“What? That you think Luke Skywalker is lame? Because, really Y/n it doesn’t bother me as much as I led on.” Peter says with a smile. You smile at his comment.

“No, I mean with Flash. I realize we should have talked about it before I told him, because now everyone knows." You utter quietly. Peter hums, thinking of how to respond in a way that shows you he doesn’t mind but also doesn’t show you that he thought what you said and did was incredible and brave and amazing and-

“And also all the other stuff I said when he was there." You add on quickly. Peter stays quiet, still contemplating what to say. Finally, he comes up with a good response.

"It's fine Y/n. Honestly it was really cool of you to do that for me." Peter is surprised at how cool and calm he sounds, because on the inside he’s got butterflies invading every corner of his stomach.

“Really?” You ask a little surprised.

"Yeah, and I mean, this is what we wanted right? Everyone to know?" He tries, repeating what he’s been telling himself all day. 

A thought passes over him like a wave slapping him in the face. “Ask her about the thing,” he thinks to himself. “Now is the perfect time.” He reasons, as he gathers up the courage to ask you.

"On that thought, I can't remember, umm, how do I say this?" Suddenly his tone switches to one of seriousness.

"You know how you are helping me with Flash?" Peter whispers so no one in the hallway will hear him. His brows furrow as his face fills with concern.

"Well, I feel like a real ass for not remembering, but what exactly am I trying to help-" 

The ringing of the bell cuts him off, annoyingly. He watches as you pull your phone out quickly checking the screen. And you give him an apologetic smile.

"Can we talk later? I have a history test to get to." You say, and he can tell you don’t want to leave. He knows you feel bad. But he also understands how important tests are and sighs sadly.

"Oh, umm yeah, of course." Peter mumbles out, he’s annoyed and a little disappointed but gets it.

"See you later." He says you both walk to your classrooms. He’ll just have to ask you about it later. But soon. He promises himself. Just in case he’s helping you with something bigger than what you're helping him with. That’s what scares him. But as he continues walking he tries to reassure himself.

”oh, good luck!” Peter awkwardly calls after you. People eye him with second hand embarrassment. He rubs the back of his neck, sighing

“Look, it's the smartass’s new boyfriend, penis Parker.” Peter hears someone whisper and then giggles follow. He dips his head, trying to sink into the floor. God, he hates how mean people are. He doesn’t care about himself, he's used to the dumbass nicknames. But for someone to make fun of you makes his blood boil. You’re too kind and- and pretty to be made fun of. He doesn’t understand. 

Peter wills himself to let it go as he walks to his next class.

——

He really can’t believe how well he handled that conversation. He guesses that taking time out of study helped. But, when he tries to ask you the question again, you have another thing to get to. Peter tries not to dwell on it too much, not wanting to jump to conclusions.

When Peter gets on the subway, Ned starts up a conversation in the group chat with MJ, you, and him. After it's done, all he gets out of it is that you’re all going to be watching a horror movie, and that well, as MJ puts it, he can cuddle up with you when he's scared. He blushes so uncomfortably on the subway, his heart beating super fast, he swears other people can hear it, but he makes sure to play it off cool.

Peter eventually makes his way to his usual alley. There he changes into his Spiderman suit. Peter quickly webs his backpack to the brick wall of the alleyway. He’s learned from past experiences to try his best to get it higher up so it has a smaller chance of getting stolen. Aunt May talks his ear off every time he tells her he needs a new one, Spiderman activities, or not.

When his backpack is secure and his suit is on right he smiles. Peter shoots a web up to the top of the building and propels himself up. When he gets to the roof of the building he sighs, contently. 

Being Spiderman makes Peter feel worth something. It feels good helping others. That's why he wants to help you. Or find out what you need help with. He cares about you, not just as a friend, not just as a crush, but as a person. I mean, how could he not care about you? You're perfect in his eyes. You’re smart, you're funny, you're witty, you stand your ground, you're pretty and you have a kind heart. He can’t even imagine a more perfect human being. And even better, you tolerate his shit.

He can’t believe that he’s in this situation with you, it makes his head spin. It makes butterflies erupt in his stomach. It makes him smile like a schoolgirl. It's honestly embarrassing to blush as much as he does around you. He wonders what you’re doing. He always does, really.

Peter looks out at the city from his high stoop on the edge of the building. He watches the people pass, he watches lives being lived. These are his people, the people he’s promised to protect. 

During his patrol, Peter manages to stop a couple muggers, petty thieves and help a mother unload her groceries. Usually the ‘big bad guys’ come out later, when the night sky can hide their crimes, as Peter sees it.

Peter swings all over Manhattan, by the end of his rounds around the city he feels his body flood with exhaustion. He sigh in slight annoyance, the nuisance of having to deal with grumpy New Yorkers all day will leave a sour taste in anyone's mouth.

When Peter lands in the same alley he was in just a couple hours early he finds his backpack still webbed to the brick wall. He climbs up the wall, unwebs his bag, and jumps to the ground. He quickly changes out of his outfit and into his clothes from earlier. The awkwardness of being in his boxers in the middle of a New York alley has begun to dull out. After a homeless man saw, laughed, and then whistled a mock, and walked away, Peter was pretty immune to the flush of his cheeks.

Peter wings his bag onto his shoulder and saunters out of the alley, his headphones secure in his ears. He shuffles the songs in his playlist, and the song lands on one that reminds him of you. His lips quirk up. He’s not so annoyed anymore.

That is until he remembers the hours of homework he's walking home to. 

——

The next day of school goes by with no hitches. Aside from the occasional odd look from passersby in the hallway. You and Peter manage to keep up your cover, undisturbed by Flash. But when Peter walked by Flash during first period, Flash immediately turned away in embarrassment. Peter smiled at the fact Flash was too shy to look Peter in the eyes.

Along with that, in every class you had with Peter, he felt your eyes on him. He tried to ignore it, assuming you’re lost in thought about more ways to make the relationship believable. He didn't want to jump to conclusions. Conclusions like: You were staring at him because you might actually have feelings for him that run deeper than just friends. But again, he had to stop himself from thinking like that. Because you couldn’t like him like that. Right?

It's Friday so, todays the day. Movies night at your house. Peter's eyes were drawn to the clock in every class he sat in. He couldn’t stop the bouncing of his foot, waiting for the final bell to ring. And then to meet you with you and both of your friends outside the building. You told them that Happy was going to pick you all up and drive you to your house.

When the final bell rings, Peter jumps out of his seat. He almost trips over the sluggishly moving people in front of him. But Peter swiftly maneuvers through the crowd of tired teenages and to his locker to collect his things.

Moving quickly, Peter stuffs his books into his bag before zipping to the doors of the school. He finds you and MJ already standing there talking. Peter dashes over, slightly out of breath.

”Hey,” He says as he waves to both you and MJ.

”What's up with you?” MJ asks, “did you just come from gym?” She asks as she chuckles. You smile too, and Peter finds his eyes drawn to you, longer than anyone normally should look at someone. But you don’t seem to mind, too lost in your own thoughts.

MJ sure notices both of you staring breathlessly at each other. She just scoffs playfully and shakes her head with a laugh. 

“You two are too much,” She huffs out. “Get a room!” She says as she shoves you. 

“What?” You ask as you turn to the sound of her voice, seemingly snapping out of your thoughts. And along with you Peter. 

“Save that for later at the house, love birds.” MJ adds as she snaps her fingers in front of you and Peter's faces, making sure she's snapped you both out of your little trances. 

“S-sorry,” Peter says as he blushes. He can’t believe she said that out loud, and with such ease. MJ just rolls her eyes.

Ned eventually joins us and soon after Happy pulls up to the front of the school. You call everyone over.

”Oh, look, Happy’s here.” You comment as you trudge over. “Sit wherever, just no shotgun, Happy hates that.” You chuckle as you pull open the door for everyone to get in.

Ned gasps as he hops in. There's two rows of seats facing each other in the back of the car. MJs eyes widen, impressed, as she follows Ned in the car.

“Damn Y/n,” Ned starts, “Sometimes I forget you're rich.” He says as he runs his hands over the leather seating. You smile awkwardly and you and Peter climb in. 

“Yeah, me too.” You comment quietly as you pull your seatbelt on.

”Hey kids, you better not make a mess back there” Happy scolds you all, making himself known as he pulls out of the school.

”Hey Happs.” Peter calls with a small smile. 

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” Happy asks as he rolls his eyes. He then closes the divider between the back and the front of the car.

”Wait, you know Happy?” You ask, turning to Peter. You look really confused. He stutters for a second. You can’t find out that he's Spiderman. He won’t let you. He promised himself he wouldn’t. Especially with MJ in the car, she doesn’t know either. Oh god, what does he say? He just stares at you unsure. What does he say?

“He works for your dad as an intern, remember?” Ned chimes in. Peter swears he's a god sent. How did he forget about that? During freshman year it was basically his entire personality. Ned glances at him, letting him know he has Peters back. Peter lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding back.

”Right, that.” He says quietly looking at Ned.

”Oh shit, yeah, sorry I forgot.” You apologize, giving Peter a small smile, which he returns. 

“How could you Y/n? It's where he gets his bragging rights.” MJ says as she rolls her eyes.

”That is, after you,” Peter adds on. “After all, if anyone should get bragging rights it should be the daughter of Tony Stark, not his intern.”

“Please, my dad does all the bragging for me.” You joke with a smirk and shake your head. Everyone laughs with you. Peter can’t believe you looked past his hesitation after the question you asked. He's just glad Ned was there to save the day.

Happy pulls up to the house in upstate New York and you can hear Ned, once again gasping. Ned practically presses his face against the glass. 

“God, you live so far.” MJ says as she pushes open the door.

“I know,” You breathe out. “Sometimes I wish we had stayed in the Avengers tower.”

“That would be sick.” Ned grins from ear to ear. You all shuffle out of the car.

“Bye, Happy, thanks for the ride.” You wave to him through the glass. Everyone echos with their own version of your words. Peter waves to Happy and Happy waves back before driving off once again to park the car somewhere.

”How long was that drive?” Peter asks as he slings his bag over his shoulder. 

“Forty minutes,” You answer. “with traffic.” You add as you stride over to one of the many doors. 

“I would die.” MJ comments as she follows after you. Peter laughs, he can’t imagine going on that drive twice every day. You must do homework on the way home with that much time on your hands.

“Believe me, when I wake up every morning, I want to.” You groan as you put in a code and open the door. Everyone follows you as you walk. 

“She knows this place like the back of her hand,” Peter thinks in utter disbelief that you knows the layout of this mansion. He knows he shouldn’t be surprised because you live here, but still, it’s impressive.

You guide them all to the kitchen. There you plop down your bag on one of the counter stools. Peter suspects that this isn’t the only kitchen in the house.

“uh, this is my familys kitchen, only my family uses it, sometimes the Avengers. You can put your stuff down.” You say with a smile. Your three friends take a seat.

“So, let me explain a bit about the set up.” You offer as you walk to the other side of the island and lean against it, facing them. 

“We have a house house section of this building, and then an Avenger section.” You explain. “So on this side of the building it's more homey and you know, like a house.” You say gesturing to the homey kitchen.

“Should we take our shoes off?” Ned asks. You chuckle. “You can do whatever. We usually do, but you can keep them on if you want.” 

“Where should we put them?” MJ asks, and you point to a closet near the entrance of the spacious kitchen. You walk over and slide off your shoes before placing them on one of the shoe racks.

”Fancy,” Peter smirks at you and you blush slightly and nod. Peter sees you blush and he can’t help but blush too. 

——

Eventually you all make your way to the theater room that you somehow just have in your house. You all gather round in comfy seats with snacks from the snack cart and blankets. Peter, MJ, and Ned are astounded at your wealth. 

MJ scrolls through the movies. You and Peter sit next to each other on a two person couch, while MJ and Ned sit together on another two person couch. MJ had insisted that you and Peter sit together. She reasoned, Peter would get scared and need his girlfriend to comfort him. You rolled your eyes, while Peter blushed furiously. 

“So, how about The Sixth Sense? It's a classic.” MJ asks. You nod and look at Ned and Peter.

“I'm chill with that.” You note. Ned sighs loudly. You can practically feel MJ roll her eyes.

“Fine. As long as I can see your dads lab, Y/n.” Ned says pointing his finger at you.

“Promise is a promise.” You confirm, lifting your hands up in surrender.

“Okay, start it.” Peter says and MJ does. The music begins to rumble softly through the speakers in the room. It flows around you all, drawing you in. The screen flickers to life as the movie rolls.

As the opening scene plays Peter can feel your hand resting awfully close to his. The heat radiating from your skin hits his skin. Peter has trouble paying attention, his breath gets caught in his throat. And he's starting to notice a pattern of that when he's around you.

He can feel you shuffle closer to him. His body stiffens and he glances over at you. He makes sure only to move his eyes, not his head. He doesn’t know what to think of it when you move so your thigh is pressed against his. He doesn't want to assume it's something that it’s not, but, what else would it be? He asks himself. He runs through all the possibilities. And his conclusion is that you want this. You want him close. So he obliges, hoping his suspicions are correct.

As you move closer once again, your eyes still on the large screen, he moves his arms to wrap around your waist to pull you close. He feels you tense. And immediately he pulls away. Embarrassment and shame flowing through his veins.

But then, as if out of a book, you grasp his hands, and pull them back. He lets out a small breath. “She wants this? She really wants this?” Peter thinks with a relieved and thrilled smile.

You pull his arm back around you, to snake around your waist. You push your back into his chest slightly, at least as best you can while sitting next to him. You lean your head against his shoulder. Peter's heart drums through his chest as fast as it does while fighting crime. Almost faster.

Peter moves to nuzzle his head against yours. He sighs in euphoria. This is all he's ever wanted. Maybe it's not a kiss, but in some ways this is better. Holding each other close in a dark room is so intimate.

 Peter closes his eyes, trying to savor the moment. He feels your hands graze over his that are wrapped around you. He moves one of his hands to intertwine with yours and the soft contact of your skin against his makes his heart skip a beat. His other hand sits securely around you. You let your body relax against his and Peter swears he’s dreaming.

You both just sit there. Both of you two focused on the close proximity to pay attention to the movie. Eventually though, your eyes slowly fall shut, and Peter can hear your breathing slow and soft snores leave you. He smiles, pulling you closer and glancing down at you. With all of his being, Peter hopes that the feeling in his heart, that this is too real to be you both faking your relationship, is not just a feeling in his heart.

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some early inukag.

when inspiration strikes, i never say no.

When the sun sets and the darkness falls, she finds herself alone in the forest. 

The trees whisper around her, their soft call the rustle of their leaves in the wind, telling her that all would be well, one way or the other. She can’t really put it to words, the feelings she has, but they are there and they are strong, the premonition of fate making her skin crawl. She lets out a long breath and closes her eyes; she listens and she waits. 

When she opens them again, the world is still and the trees have gone silent, the realization of it sending chills down her spine. She tilts her head back, blue eyes gazing upwards at the twilight spun sky above her, the twinkle of the stars just barely beginning to blink in the darkening sky. It is vast and beautiful, unlike the world she knew at home. 

“I wondered where you’d gone.” The voice cuts in and she jumps, turning on her heel to face the approaching hanyou, who’s silver hair is like a beacon in the falling darkness. “InuYasha,” she says his name softly, but his ears twitch at the sound all the same. He comes to stand before her, arms tucked into his long red sleeves, head cocked as he takes in the sight of her there. They’ve been together long enough now that he knows when she is restless, he knows when she isn’t quite herself- and this is one of those moments.

“What’s up?” He asks without preamble, his usual self. 

She stirs, blinking quick, a quick smile curving on her lips; she should have known she couldn’t keep it from him. “A bad feeling, that’s all,” she says, turning back around to face forward, where somewhere in the distance, already shrouded in shadow, was the tree where they first met. “It’s gone now,” she says next, not quite a lie, not quite the truth. She can feel his stare, glaring like daggers at the back of her head, but she remains silent until he’s standing at her side, their shoulders just barely brushing. “Well, almost gone…” 

He stares ahead just as she does, also thinking of the tree that looms in the distance, a tree that means so much, yet so very little to him. “Is it Naraku?” He asks, glancing to the side, where she’s shaking her head, her blue eyes troubled in their gaze.

“I can’t explain it,” she admits, her hand clenching into a fist at her side. 

“You don’t have to worry, you know,” he reminds her, ever the confident man. She laughs in spite of herself, shifting so she can face him head on. He turns as well, golden eyes reflecting the moonlight that’s so suddenly appeared overhead. “I’ll keep you safe.” She thinks of their time spent together thus far- battles and blood and everything in-between… He has shielded her with his own body, has fought with his claws and a sword and his words… He’s proven himself to be a loyal comrade, even if he was a little rough and even a bit infuriating. 

“I know,” she says with a smile, tilting her head so her dark hair cascades across her shoulder. She trusts him as she’s never trusted anyone before. “I’ll keep you safe, too,” the words come before she can stop them and her cheeks grow warm almost at once, crimson stained where ivory should be. 

He blushes as deeply as she does, looking away for a long moment, but when he glances back he’s all soft and new, someone she’s only seen once or twice so far. “Pfft, like a human could keep me safe,” he taunts, shaking his head, though he’s thinking of the tears she’s cried for him, tears that saved him far more than any of her actions ever could. “Come on,” he gestures for her to follow after him, so they can return to their camp. She falls into step beside him, unable to help herself from latching onto his arm. Though he shoots her a sidelong glance, he does not draw away and rather allows her to hold onto him, doing his best to ignore the blush warming his cheeks. 

He’s never been this close to someone before, never allowed someone in as he has her, yet somehow it feels right. It feels as if this was where he was always meant to be, with her arm hooked through his, with her heartbeat perfectly in time with his own. In their short time together, he’s grown to feel something for this young woman that he’s never felt before- something entirely different from what he ever felt even for Kikyo. Something new, something warm, something pure. It was something he’d not give up for anything, it was something he would protect with his life. InuYasha can’t really say when it happened, but he’s developed feelings for this girl that he’s never felt before. 

And so, even when it’s a little while late and she sleeps soundly, he can’t help but to watch her. The scent he once associated with Kikyo now is different in every possible way. The face he once only saw as another’s, was entirely hers. In every way he once saw her as Kikyo’s clone, he’s learned she’s so very different, unlike the stoic miko in every way possible. She was someone different, someone special, someone he cares about in ways he’s never cared about anyone ever before. 

So, he leans over her, brushing a lock of hair from her face as she sleeps, smiling to himself as she leans into his touch, as if even when she was asleep she was attuned to his presence, to his touch. 

Somehow, that realization mattered more than anything else. 

Only then does he lean against the tree trunk he sits beneath, arms folded over his chest, sinking into sleep as he usually doesn't- but somehow he knows, this is a moment he can trust. This is a moment he can let down his walls and trust in someone that wasn’t himself. I’ll keep you safe, too, she had whispered, making him believe in her as he’s never believed in anyone before. 

He thinks of her, with her arm drawn back and an arrow ready to fly. He thinks of her, with her sharp wit and the way her eyes gleam in the moonlight. Somehow, it was all he needed, it was all he’d been waiting for.

It was all he’s ever wanted.

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Simon Petrikov x Reader

Nostalgia

summary: a short but sweet one shot in which you’re simon’s neighbor, a human. and human’s in a post apocalyptic world can find funny ways to connect

warnings: usage of beautiful but not gender specific, the briefest mention of 9/11????

word count: 1.3k

author’s note: i really want to see more simon x reader so i’ll be the change i want to see in the world /j but anyway this isn’t the fic i had the dream about but something different also if you spot the djats reference i will give you a million kisses also PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND IN REQUESTS!!!

You stroll outside, shutting the door behind you and it’s sunny. It’s nice, it’s not blinding and the wind is blowing a slight chill. You make your way to the side of your house where your trash cans are and immediately see something in the window next door. Your neighbor is sitting there reading. You look down for a moment and when you look back up, he’s looking back. You wave and smile to not be mean or anything and he puts up his pointer finger before setting his book down and walking away.

Fuck. You didn’t want to interact with him today. And maybe not ever. It’s not anything personal. You mean it in the most honest way that anyone could mean it when you say that it’s not him, it’s you. It feels too awkward. Is he gonna talk about the Ice King? Is he gonna cry if it gets brought up?

Within seconds, his door is open and he steps down into the grass between the houses. He walks closer and smiles at you again despite the slightly awkward silence and the crunching of the grass as he walks closer.

“Hi, neighbor.” He grins.

“Hi, how’s it going?” You calmly reply.

“Good, good. Have we met?” He asks.

“Um…sort of.” You tilt your head and squint the slightest bit.

“Was I…” He starts but can’t seem to finish, it’s too much.

“Yeah.” You nod awkwardly.

“Oh. Well, I hope I- he, didn’t make too bad of an impression.” He laughs nervously.

“He kind of did but you’re doing well so far.” You laugh and he can’t help but join, looking at the ground for a moment.

“You’re human, right?” He asks.

“Yeah, sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“I’m a witch. A human witch.” She explains.

“Is that how you survived the mushroom war?” He asks.

“No, I just stood out in the open and yelled until anyone and everyone could hear me and come find me.” You smirk.

“Really? That doesn’t sound like it would help you at all.” His face is pure and utter confusion.

“I was kidding. I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N.” You reach your hand out to him.

“I’m Dr. Simon Petrikov. It’s nice to meet you, I’ve seen you through the window but I’ve never said hi or anything. That wasn’t meant to be creepy, I just mean, shit. You leave the blinds open a lot and I like to read by my window. I’m aware that this doesn’t sound any less creepy than before, I’m sorry.” He sighs.

“Well, Dr. Simon Petrikov, it’s nice to meet you too. And it’s a good thing I’m usually fully clothed then or else this would probably be more awkward. Anyway, I’ll be right back, I’m gonna take these out.” You point to the trash and recycling bins.

“Here, I can help.” He puts one hand on the trash can, ready to pull it.

“Oh, thank you.” You smile before putting your hand on the recycling can.

You silently drag the cans onto the driveway and then to the end. He watches you in the corner of his eye as they do. You’re beautiful. And maybe it’s just the way the sun is shining to make you look effortlessly radiant but you look incredible. He had noticed that about you before but never like this.

You look at him as the two of you leave them at the end with a smile. And you do it with no shame. You look at him and smile like you’ve never had to worry about the awkward dance of one person looking and the other looking away, that whole back and forth. Like you’ve got this natural way of holding his gaze, as if it's a secret language only you share, leaving him silently longing for that same self-assured charm. You’re pulling him in like a moth to a flame. And it’s so weird, he doesn’t understand it.

“Do you know a lot about me already?” He abruptly turns to ask you as you place the bins side by side.

“Should I?” You ask with the smallest laugh that pulls him in more.

“I- I don’t know.” He shrugs.

“Are you busy right now? Other than the reading and watching me by the window?” You joke.

“No, I’m not just, and I’m sorry about that again.” He replies sheepishly.

“Wanna get breakfast with me? Or coffee? Whatever it is that you take with your books.” You grin.

“That would be nice,” A small smile grows across his face. “There’s a good mom-and-pop place down the road if you want to go there.”

“Okay, cool. Let me just go get my bag.” You nod before quickly turning to go back to your house. You do a quick little run to the door before shutting it. Simon just uses this opportunity to make sure he doesn’t forget his wallet inside.

“Table for two?” The hostess asks and Simon almost shivers. He hasn’t heard that in a minute. You nod with a hum and a smile before the older woman grabs two menus and silverware wrapped in napkins.

She leads the way to a small booth by a window, showing the beautiful day outside. You slide into the booth as Simon does the same across from you. Their waitress immediately asks for your drink orders while placing the menus down.

“I’ll just have coffee, please.” Simon smiles.

“Can I please have an iced tea with three lemons?” You ask and Simon can’t help but smile wider before the waitress heads back to the kitchen.

“Three lemons? That’s specific.”’

“Iced tea, three lemons. Club soda, two limes. Martini with two olives and an onion. I'm particular about my drinks,” She laughs. “I'm particular about a lot of things.”

“I am too. Just wait until my coffee gets here.” He grins.

He plays into your every word, your every topic of conversation. You remind him of home. Of the way things used to be before the mushroom war. And you have this confidence that he can’t understand. In simpler terms, you’re absolutely enchanting him.

The conversation is effortless. It’s easy to get wrapped up in the back and forth and talk about things from your past. Things that no one else here could possibly remember. The nonsensical chatter is addicting to him. He hates to admit it but damn, has he missed feeling human.

You talk about what could be considered the dumbest things. You discuss the best and the worst of the nineties. Your favorite shows, songs, movies, just anything and everything pop culture. You even, of course, had to talk about the mandatory question of where you were during 9/11. Simon was always so focused on other things, he’s never talked about pop culture like this. But because no one ever understands certain niche things from the past, he’s bringing up everything.

Simon would be the last person you’d expect to even say the name Paris Hilton but in a few minutes, he’s talking about her. But he admittedly doesn’t have too much to say about things that aren’t in his line of work or other more academic things. Once the OJ Simpson trial gets brought up, he has more to say.

Your food comes and goes, neither of you really caring about that. You get wrapped up in this. You talk and talk and talk and it never seems to run dry. It’s nice.

“This has been…incredible.” Simon sighs.

“It really has been. I miss talking about stupid shit like this.” You laugh.

“I didn’t even realize how much I missed it until today.” He can’t help but smile at you.

“We should do this again. This was…really nice.” You tell him.

“I would love to.”

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Three - We Can Actually Have Trust

Battle of the Mind and Heart

Part 4

So excited to say this is the longest chapter I have ever written 🧡 😁

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Shutting the office door behind me I started walking down the hallway until I saw Raven Charles' sister coming towards me. She waved at me tilting her head slightly. “Hey, your name is Addi right?”

“Yes it is.” I nodded at her question.

She smiled brightly. “That’s what I thought. I just wanted to see if you maybe wanted to hang out. I see you hanging around Erik but he doesn’t seem to like you.”

“Oh yeah. It’s a long story but we aren’t close like you and your brother are.” I clasped my hands together in front of me, dropping my gaze to the floor. “Uh Raven, I’m not really sure what you’re asking me.”

The blonde steps forward with a smile still on her face. “Yeah sorry I’m not used to having friends. It’s been just me and Charles. But I’m asking "would you want to be friends with me?”

“Sure that would be cool.” I gave her a light smile back before she looped her arm through mine and dragged me into the kitchen inside the CIA building. She jumped up on the island and I sat down on one of the barstools.

Raven tilted her head to the side curiously. “So can I ask what your mutation is?”

“What’s yours first?” I asked her to lean back in the chair trying to get over the fact that I could show her actually what I can do. I’ve never shown anyone what I can do…

The blonde smirked and before my eyes her entire appearance changed to look exactly like me. She had every detail right down to the way I had my hair tied up in a braid. “I can look like anybody I have seen.” She switches back to her normal blonde form.

“That’s freaking insane!” I gasped amazed that there was even a mutation to exist.

She smiled, hitting her hands on her knees. “Yeah, it sucks. I have to hide it all the time though. So what about you?”

“Okay, uh give me your hand.” I told her to slide off the chair holding out my right hand for her to place my hand in hers. She places her hand in mine before I shut my eyes, calming myself.

Raven gasped parting her lips watching our hands turn red. I separated our hands, opening my eyes once more. Snapping my fingers I felt my body slowly switch until I could see myself on the reflection of the steel fridge behind her. “Holy crap. You’re like me.”

“Not exactly true. I can basically take power from other mutants and manipulate what they can do for a short period of time.” I explained hosting myself back up onto the chair.

The young woman smirked. “So you could get inside my brother's head if you touched him?”

“Possibly but I’m not sure how long I could be inside his head.” Shrugging my shoulders hearing footsteps coming into the kitchen. We turned our heads and saw Erik come into the kitchen grabbing a drink from the fridge. “Lehnsherr..”

He responded with a slight nod. “Addison.”

“Erik, did you know about Addi’s power to mimic others' powers?” Raven asked him.

He takes a sip. “Not until recently…we’re not big on trust.”

“One of us isn’t more so than the other.” I grumble under my breath twirling some pieces of my hair in between my fingers eyeing him standing in the doorway.

Erik just took another sip from his glass, intensely staring down at me where I so wish I could read his mind like Charles. “I’ll be working in an office room for the night. Don’t miss me too much, Addison.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, metal man.” I called when he had left the room looking back at Raven who was smirking at me. “What’s that look for?”

She jumped down off the island throwing her hands up in the air. “The tension between you and Erik. There’s something clearly going on between you two.”

“Raven, you’re unbelievable. There’s no way Erik cares anything for me. He’s repeatedly told me that he finds me frustrating, annoying or that he hates me for what my father has done to him.” Shaking my head I crossed my arms over my chest tapping my boots on the wooden floor seeing what she was.

The shapeshifter bites her lip responding simply. “You shouldn’t judge him until you can find out what he really thinks of you.”

Outside of CIA Building

Erik shut the case that he had put the file on Shaw into. He walked out the double doors and down the path they had walked that morning. He was close to being gone to find Shaw once more until he heard Charles' voice. “From what I know about you, I'm surprised you've managed to stay this long.”

“What do you know about me?” He asked him.

Charles replied. “Everything.”

Erik turned his back to the man. “Then you know to stay out of my head.”

“I'm sorry, Erik, but I've seen what Shaw did to you. I've felt your agony. I can help you.” Charles explained to the man he would like to be his friend.

Erik scoffed slightly, turning back to him. “I don't need your help.”

“Don't kid yourself. You needed my help last night. It's not just me you're walking away from.” The telepath slightly snapped at him. “And what about Addi, are you just going to leave her to wonder where you’ve gone?”

“She’s known all along what my mission is.” He said back.

Charles took a few steps toward the man. “And yet you treat her like she’s nothing when that’s not how you see her truly.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. She’s just as bad as her father-“

“She tried to help save your mother before she was shot. She brought you food when the soldiers wanted you to starve. She helped sneak you out before her father found out after his experiments were shut down. She stood by your side when she had the full ability to have her own life. So tell me how exactly has she been so horrible to you?”

Erik walked up to the telepath with his nose flared up. “You need to stay out of my head, Charles! And it’s not her personality that makes me hate her. It’s the very idea of who she’s related to.”

“Then why do you treat her so harshly?” He eyed the taller man in front of him.

Erik parted his lips and let the wind be the only sound be the wind blowing around them. He didn’t really have a good response to the question so he spun around on his heels and started walking away from the man. “It doesn’t matter what I say to you now. You’re too much of a polite man to ever repeat what I say to her.”

“You don’t have to do this alone, Erik.” Charles spoke up.

The metal man huffed daring to say a response back. “And why’s that?”

“Here you have the chance to be part of something much bigger than yourself. I won't stop you from leaving. I could. But I won't.” Charles put his hands inside his jacket and turned on his heels to go inside. “Shaw has got friends. You could do with some.”

Erik remained where he was standing and shut his eyes letting his mind wander. He didn’t like to think too much about what happened when he was awake. Since his mind haunted him all through the night, but maybe Charles was right and that he felt something more for her. She truly was there for him…

It was late at night in another hotel room with the two young mutants trying to get some sleep. Erik was tossing around in the bed for a few minutes until he felt someone touch his shoulder and he woke up. “What the hell!” The keys to the door flew up into the air and aimed the tip at the person who was over him.

“Erik, calm down. It’s just me.” He shifted his gaze upward seeing it was Addison from the light of the bright full moon outside the window.

She watched the key drop to the nightstand as he released in some breaths not as panicked as he was moments ago. “Addison….what are you doing?”

“You were having a nightmare. So I thought it was safer to wake you up.” She breathed out, lowering her hand that was on his shoulder.

He scrunched his nose at her, rolling over onto his other side. “I'm fine, Addison.”

She sat on the foot of the bed just silently watching over the man. She tapped her hands together in her lap. Lost in her own thoughts of knowing that her father was the cause of such horrible things. She noticed him shivering from another nightmare so she climbed behind him in the bed and draped an arm over his waist whispering. “I'm here, Erik. Even if you don't like it. I'm here for you.”

Erik heard her whispering and he found himself not entirely hating the contact and comfort it brought him where he was able to have a peaceful night sleep.

Addison's pov

Raven's words were still in my mind. I didn't know whether to believe what she was saying or deny the whole thing altogether. Threading my fingers through my hair I was about to head into my room until I saw Charles waiting outside my door. “Addi, glad I caught you. Erik and I are joining the CIA to find your father. I was hoping you’d join us.”

“Oh uh…I don’t really think that’s a good idea. Erik and I don’t work well together.” I kicked the floor with one of my boots unsure of why I should be going with them.

The telepath walked up closer to me. “He may have an odd way of showing it but he does have some trust in you.”

“Fine, I'll go.” I agreed with him and next thing I knew we were off to Russia in search of my father.

A few CIA members were beside me, Erik and Charles seeing the blonde lady from the ship there but not my father like we had hoped. Charles admitted sadly dropping his fingers from his head. “He's not coming. So, what now, boss?”

The CIA woman responded. “Now, nothing. We're here for Shaw. Mission aborted.”

Erik yanked his hat off his head. “The hell it is.”

She grabbed his arm. “Erik.”

“She's his right-hand woman. That's good enough for me.” He explained back to her.

She gave him a shocked look. “The CIA invading the home of a senior Soviet official. Are you crazy?”

Erik got up to his feet sending me a look and I knew it meant for me to follow him. “I'm not CIA.”

“Erik!” Charles called his name. “Addi!”

Removing the white stocking cap from my head I got to my feet rushing over to Erik. “Oh geez. What do you want me to do?”

“We’re gonna get you to show me your powers. That’s what we are going to do.” He explained to me by eyeing the gate through the forest tree line where two guards were standing at the main entrance door.

Wrapping my arms around myself I avoided his gaze briefly trying to decide if this was a good idea or not. “Erik, Is this you trusting me now?”

“Keep this until we find Shaw then I’ll need it back.” He reached inside his pocket and drew out something in his closed palm. He slowly opened it and I parted my lips seeing the metal coin there. But he had attached a string to it, forming it into a necklace.

Lifting my gaze up to meet his own I turned around moving my hair so he could clip the clasp on. “This is a big deal….I do trust you though.”

“Have at it, Addison.” He held out his hands once I had turned around to face him. Placing my hands in his hands turned red and he slightly winced. Yet he didn’t draw back until I dropped my hands from his. “So what exactly can you do?”

Raising my right hand I closed my eyes controlling my breaths before the metal coin raised away from my neck. “I can manipulate any mutat that I touch and the ability they have.” He reached down taking my hand in his and we started running towards the Soviet building.

He used the metal fencing to wrap up the majority of the guards not stopping. The two guards outside raised their guns at me where I froze in my tracks thinking on my feet. Raising my hands the metal that they were holding got thrown in the air and the two men holding onto them dropped to the ground. “Good job, Addison.” He complimented me punching one of the guys after they fell on the ground.

I nodded, running after him watching him slowly just walk inside proudly until we heard two Russian soldiers sound off and aim their guns at us. Erik raised his hands and unloaded the bullets. “Go for it, Addison.” He gestured with his hand stepping to the side.

“Sorry for this fellas.” I replied raising my right hand into a fist and the two soldiers did barrel rolls and ended up on the floor harshly.

Erik strides past me up into the shut doorway with his hands crossed together behind his back. “Do you want to go or shall I?” He tilted his head to the wooden door.

“I’ve got it.” I shrugged my shoulders, sucking in a breath and lowered my hands to my side. Clutching my hands into fists the door flung opened shortly afterwards and we entered the room together side by side.

“You are beautiful, so beautiful! Yes! Yes!” I gaged at the sight of the Russian leader looking like he was kissing the air. Charles ran inside finding us inside the room already with the blonde.

Yet Charles glanced at Emma who was smiling from the couch. “Nice trick.”

The Russian leader finally noticed us and drew a gun but Charles raised his hand and he dropped back on the bed. “Go to sleep.”

“You can stop trying to read my mind, sugar. You're never going to get anything from me while I'm like this.” Emma shifted into diamond form and Charles winced trying to read her mind.

The boys sent the same look to one another then ran and tackled the blonde telepath against the metal frame of the bed. “So, then, you can just tell us. Where is Shaw?” Erik grumbled trapping her by wrapping the metal around her wrists and then her throat when she didn’t say anything.

Charles warned him. “Erik. Erik, that's enough.”

Emma finally transformed to her non diamond form where he gestured to her before sitting down and pouring a drink for himself. “All yours. She won't be shifting into diamond form again. And if she does, just give her a gentle tap.”

“Addi…take my hand.” Charles instructed me, being able to see my power from the night in the ocean when he helped me get onto the Coast guard ship. Placing my hand in his I sighed quietly entering the female telepath’s mind.

We saw the world on fire and my Father standing above a burning city where he declared his plan to Emma and another mutant was by his side. “We are the children of the atom. Radiation gave birth to mutants. What will kill the humans will only make us stronger.”

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Emma asked when I covered my mouth in horror.

Charles dropped his gaze to the floor briefly before focusing his attention back on Erik and I. “This is worse than we previously imagined.” My hands began shaking and I felt my heart beating faster never thinking my father would kill the world of non mutants.

Someone gently touched my hand making me whip my head around but I calmed my guard seeing that Erik had gotten up from his seat and came over to my side. “Addi….” He whispered for the first time ever seeing how upset I was almost on the verge of tears.

“Thank you…” I whispered under my breath squeezing my smaller hand in his larger one.

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[sakumasmut]

Five Eccentrics x Ex-fine!Male!Reader

This idea wouldn’t leave my head, so I decided to just go for it. Hope others will enjoy it too!

tags/warnings: Cnc, hate sex, rough sex, breeding bench, cock rings, orgasm denial, anal sex, slapping, degradation, blowjobs, facefucking, cum swallowing, spitroasting, facials, aftercare

also on ao3

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard people’s voices from afar. Your current position didn’t allow you to face the door, but it wasn’t like you needed to see who would enter—you were well aware who was coming. The door swung open and the chatter died down, a soft chuckle rising above the remnants of noise.

“My my, what do we have here?” A smooth voice spoke as heavy footsteps approached you. You felt the leather of a gloved hand reach out to trace the curve of your back as Rei came into your vision. The vampire leaned down close to your face, and your Adam’s apple bobbed as you gulped.

“/Name/, formerly of fine, what a delight to see you like this.”

Your body was bound to a breeding bench, limbs locked in place with nylon clasps. Your knees dug into the cushion of the bench, your legs forced apart to present your ass to anyone and everyone. The rest of your body lay flat on the upper half, your arms also bound to either side of the contraption so that there was no leeway to move. A shining metal cock ring was clasped around the base of your erect member, with an extra ring that went around your scrotum holding your balls together, lifting them up just slightly to make sure they didn’t touch your crotch.

“It’s an amazing sight!” Wataru laughed heartily. “A good way to get rid of all that pent up anger, no?”

“I-I thought you didn’t hold a grudge!” You stammered, lifting your head up as best you could to look at Wataru.

“I don’t! But I can’t say the same for the other four, and it’s no fun to be left out!”

“And ‘this’ is Tenshouin’s ‘doing’?” Kanata asked, circling around to join Rei in peering at you. His gaze wasn’t mischievous like Rei’s, but the darkness in his emerald eyes sent chills down your spine.

“Don’t mention that filthy name.” Shu snapped, eyeing your body with a mixture of curiosity and disgust. “Though he…does have his ways. I’ll admit that.”

“Ooh, the anticipation makes me want to combust! Let’s move onto the main event!” Wataru patted your head. “Now then, how shall we do this? Youngest first?”

The fifth and final person who had entered the room still hadn’t said a word, but you could feel his gaze eating up every inch of your prone form. A pit of dread built up in your stomach.

The Five Eccentrics of Yumenosaki. The ones whose reputations you ruined. Granted, you could point fingers at Eichi all day to make him take the blame, but you knew it was a joint effort. He wasn’t the only one at fault, and while you didn’t regret your actions, there was still room left for atonement.

The sound of pants unzipping was the only thing you could hear besides the blood rushing to your cheeks. You had no way of knowing what he was doing, and the suspense was killing you. A finger prodded your hole without warning, and it ripped a gasp out of you as you clenched around nothing.

“Sakasaki, you need ‘lube’ to make it ‘wet’.”

“I doN’T.”

Natsume’s thumbs pressed against either side of your ass and pulled against your skin, stretching your hole as taut as he could. You felt something press against your entrance, and your eyes widened.

“W-Wait—”

You screamed in pain as his cock slammed into your unprepared hole, the dry friction sending a searing pain through your entire being. You let out a choked sob as your asshole clenched around his cock tightly, not even getting a second to adjust before he pulled out and slammed into you again.

“S-Sakasaki! Please—”

“Be quiET.” He snapped, sliding his cock out until you were only clenching onto his tip, then immediately shoving his length back in, forcing your walls apart to take more of him. His fingernails dug into your skin as he grit his teeth, channeling his anger into fucking you. You wailed at the pain, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“Shu-oniiSAN.” Natsume spoke up. “Can you shut him UP? That stupid voice is getting on my nervES.”

A grumble came from the older boy, but you watched as Shu unzipped his own pants and brought his cock out, stroking it gently.

“Don’t even think about using your teeth.”

You gave him something close to a nod, and opened your mouth when he gripped your hair with his hands, bringing your face up to meet his cock. Your lips closed around his head, muffling your cries as Natsume continued to fuck you without mercy. You naively thought that Shu wouldn’t be as rough with you, but that belief shattered when he began to thrust into your mouth, forcing his cock down your throat. You gagged at the sheer size of him, throat clenching around his shaft and making Shu groan in pleasure.

You were now being fucked in both holes—your ass being abused by Natsume, who was determined to make it as painful as possible, and your mouth claimed by Shu, who seemed to care more about his own pleasure than letting you breathe. Your attempts at strangled moans from the way Natsume was pounding your ass were always cut off when Shu gave a particularly hard thrust. They were in perfect sync with the sole purpose of making you feel like a complete whore, just someone whose holes had to be filled.

Your body jerked when Natsume brought his palm down onto your ass, your throat contracting around Shu’s cock, making him moan.

“Sakasaki. Again.”

Another smack. You couldn’t stop your hole from contracting around his dick each time his hand brought itself down on your reddening cheeks, the pain giving way to pleasure for all three of you. Shu’s movements began to stagger, and he pulled your head down as far as it would go as he moaned, his seed shooting straight down your throat without warning.

“That’s riGHT. Swallow all of it, whoRE. We’ll make you our cumdump, /naME/.” Natsume hissed as you were forced to gulp down the salty load that was pumped inside of you. Shu kept his cock in your mouth as Natsume’s thrusts finally slowed, filling you with a last thrust before you felt him release inside of you.

“Don’t use that word. It’s so…vile.” Shu huffed, releasing his hold on your head as his cock left your mouth with an audible pop. He stuffed it back into his underwear and composed himself. “You heathens would do a better job ruining him than I’d like to bring myself to do.”

“But Itsuki still ‘used’ /name/ for his ‘pleasure’.” Kanata tilted his head. Shu ignored him and sat down next to Wataru, who had been watching you intently the entire time with his own erection in his hand.

Natsume grunted as he pulled out, your walls clenching around him until the last second. He hummed at his handiwork, seemingly satisfied as he gave you one last smack on the ass before joining Shu. You should have felt relief at finally getting a chance to rest, but your body felt empty without anything inside of it. Your cock also remained untouched, left reddened and twitching as you tried to hump against thin air to get your release. The moment of respite wouldn’t last long, for better or worse.

“I can’t let you two have all the fun now, can I?” Rei chuckled deeply, surveying the debauched mess Natsume and Shu had left you in. Cum poured out of your ass and trailed down your thighs, where it was beginning to collect in a small puddle. While your mouth looked cleaner, it was just as abused as your hole, if not moreso. Rei quickly noticed the way your cock twitched with need, still erect from no stimulation.

“Aww, does our cute little cumdump need to cum himself?”

His words made your hole clench around nothing. His gloved hand reached out to brush your length, just the ghost of his touch leaving you mewling and wanting more. You tried to move your hips to rub against his fingers, but they were just out of reach.

“Hmph, look at how needy you are. Was Sakasaki and Itsuki combined not enough to satisfy you?”

Rei pulled his hand away and unbuckled his pants, erection already straining against the cloth.

“Shinkai, want to take his mouth?”

“If that’s what you’d ‘like’.”

Kanata took his member out at the same time Rei’s tip pressed against your entrance. You whimpered as the vampire leaned down to your ear, his hot breath making you shiver.

“/Name/, I’d say I’ll be gentle, but then I’d be lying.”

Rei bottomed out inside of you with a single thrust, the leftover cum from Natsume making his entrance much smoother. It didn’t hurt as much as Natsume penetrating you with no lube, but Rei was girthier. Your mouth opened to moan, and Kanata took the chance to push his own cock past your lips, your mouth engulfing him all at once.

“A shame I won’t be able to hear your pretty whines, but sharing with companions isn’t so bad either.” Rei nipped at your earlobe before standing back up, placing his hands on your hips as he began to thrust.

Rei was by no means as rough as Natsume, but he was much more experienced. He was focused on hitting all your sweet spots, making you feel every inch of him before sliding out and doing it all over again. You barely felt the sting of your last round as he kept bringing wave after wave of pleasure onto you. You kept trying to moan, but Kanata’s cock forced you still, unable to vocalize your pleasure. Kanata wasn’t large, but anything felt like too much after Shu’s harsh treatment towards you. He didn’t move at all, rather he let Rei’s movements force your head forward, to take his length deeper into your mouth until your nose was touching his skin.

“Do you like being filled like this, /name/?” Rei chuckled, pressing his cock against your prostate just right, making your eyes roll back in your head. If Natsume’s way of torturing you was fucking you until your hole bled, Rei’s was whispering filthy things into your ear, maximizing your desire while knowing damn well he wasn’t going to let you get your release.

“I thought you would have loosened up after one round, but look at you, you’re still so tight for me.”

His movements slowed, and you let out an unheard whine as you clenched around him, struggling against your binds to try and tell him to move, to touch you, to do anything.

“Hm? Do you want something?” He smirked. “Why don’t you tell me what you need? I wouldn’t know otherwise.”

You obviously couldn’t talk with Kanata’s dick in your mouth, so all you could do was tremble as he continued to tease you with slow thrusts, your unattended member oozing with precum while your balls rubbed against the metal of the cock ring, the accessory feeling tighter with each passing second. You needed your release badly, but the fact it was just out of reach made the blood rush to your cock even more.

“Fuck, you really do feel good.” Rei panted softly, his thrusts getting sloppier as his grip tightened. “Be a good toy and take my seed, m’kay?”

He rolled his hips, and with a shudder his warm load shot out to mix with Natsume’s cum inside of you. He continued to give you shallow thrusts as he rode out his orgasm, each one sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins, down to your throbbing member. He sighed contentedly as he pulled out, loving the sight of your ruined hole trying and failing to suck his cum in, leftover sperm dripping out of it.

“Shinkai, you can take your turn over here if you haven’t cum yet.”

“Ah, there is no ‘need’.”

Kanata pulled his cock out of your mouth, and used his hand to stroke his member. You embraced yourself as spurts of cum shot out from it moments later, most of it landing directly onto your face. You sputtered as you felt the sticky fluids drip down your forehead, getting onto your cheeks and chin.

“What an amazing show! A round of applause!” Wataru cheered, clapping loudly. Nobody joined him.

“This was ‘nice’, but I must ‘puka-puka’ now. I feel very ‘dry’.”

Kanata excused himself and exited through the door. Shu got up to follow suit, and soon enough the other Eccentrics had left too, save for one.

“My, they really did a number on you.” Wataru sighed as he walked up to you. Your face and ass were a bright shade of red, not to mention completely covered in cum. Kanata’s seed coated your face and hair, and Natsume and Rei’s cum gathered in a pool between your legs. All the while your erection hadn’t been touched at all, ignored in favor of using your body for pleasure. Wataru slathered some lotion onto your abused hole, and the cooling sensation nearly brought you to tears. Finally, some relief in the aftermath.

“You were truly amazing, dove. I still can’t believe you agreed to all of that! I’m glad things went well, you didn’t even have to use your safety gestures.”

“I almost did.” You huffed. “Sakasaki’s entry hurt.”

“My bad! Perhaps I shouldn’t have let him go first.”

His fingers rubbed against the base of your length, and you whined desperately.

“H-Hibiki, please…” You swayed your hips as best you could while still restrained. “Please. I-I need to cum.”

“Ah, right!”

Wataru was more than happy to stroke your cock, his entire hand easily grasping onto its girth. You wanted to moan just from the smallest bit of stimulation. After two rounds of no relief for yourself, you came immediately just from his gentle strokes. Your cum shot out onto the bench, an excessive amount dripping from your dick as you breathed a sigh of relief. Your cock remained erect however, the ring keeping it from losing its hardness until your balls were emptied.

“My my, you’re still not satisfied even after all of that? Perhaps Sakuma wasn’t far off calling you a whore!”

You wanted to object, but you were too tired to really care. Instead you moaned as he continued to stroke you, the coil in your stomach beginning to twist.

“Hibiki, f-fuck me. I need you.”

Wataru smiled, feeling his own erection growing harder.

“Well, I’m a man of the people. I suppose it’s time for an encore!”

[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey - Ch. 19

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: King worries about his friend and sends Honey to check out a new club in town

Warning: Swearing, tensions of sorts

Note: In light of everything else that’s been happening on my page recently, here’s a happy chapter finally! Also, thank you so much to all my supporters and for getting me to 500 FOLLOWERS! WOO!!

Song: Sugar Pie Honey Bunch - Four Tops, My Babe - Little Walter

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‘If you wanna find yourself, first thing you do is go home.’

“Happy Birthday dear Charles

Happy Birthday to you!”

My voice, and my voice alone, bounces off the bare walls of our home as Charles readies himself to blow out his candles.

Martin Luther King Jr. was recently murdered, 2 years ago Elvis got married to the woman he met in Gemany, and my baby turns 9 years old, 9 years without ever meeting his father.

9 long years.

I watch as he digs into his cake, flying straight past the idea of cutting slices. I swipe my finger along the top of the cake, smearing the frosting, before bringing it to my lips. Not like anyone else is having some anyway.

“So, when are we leaving?” He asks, sucking lumps of cake off his fingers.

“Baby, I don’t know if you’re ready for all that excitement.” Boy’s been begging me for months to bring him to Beale, but everything with Martin Luther happening not so long ago, I’ve been hesitating to say the least.

“Mama, you promised to take me to see the city!”

I was scared, but how could I say no to the boy? He’s been asking for too many days, and I did promise him. I sigh. “Okay, but we can’t stay for too long.”

He immediately jumps up to wash his hands and throw on his shoes, causing me to laugh at his excitement.

We ride a Greyhound into town. I watch as he peeks out the window to look at the buildings that pass by.

I dont bring him out as often as I should. I don’t trust many others in our neighborhood, and honestly, I usually don’t have enough for the bus fare to bring him places like downtown all the time, but I had been saving up to take him on this little day trip like he asked. 

We step off the bus and onto the streets, his face glows with fascination. “Mama, I love it here!” He exclaims, shaking my arm.

So did I once. It had grown dull since I last saw it, not to mention the morbid fog that covered the city from recent events. It’s nothing like how it used to be, but it would always feel like home.

“Where do you wanna go first, baby?” I ask as we stroll down the sidewalk hand in hand.

He looks around, pondering, before his eyes land on the brightest shop. “Ooo! Can I get some candy?”

“Sure, let's go.” I reply happily, trying to match his excitement level despite the nervous energy I just couldn’t shake off today for some reason.

A man stands outside the bright red painted door, greeting passerbys, that is until I attempt to reach out for the door. He blocks the handle, “Uh uh, little one. Back door. Bad for business.”

I huff, taking Charles around to the back. Shouldn’t even bother to go in after that, but I’ll be damned if my son doesn’t get some candy on his birthday. Jim Crow laws may have been overturned for a while now, but that didn’t stop people from holding on tightly to their opinions. Things had only gotten more tense recently.

Once Charles picks out his birthday candy we continue walking the street before we come across a building I was all too familiar with. We come to a stop admiring it, memories flooding my gut with a twisting feeling.

“Is that Club Handy?! It’s just like she described it!” Charles jaw drops, jumping on his toes to try and get a peek into the window.

Hold on. What?!

“Charles, how do you know anything about this building?” I ask, hands on hips.

He pops a Razzles in his mouth, obnoxiously chewing with his face smooshed against the glass. “Auntie Pearl told me you used to work here.” 

I smile. I missed Pearl. About a year ago she got married and moved away. Of course we still call each other about every other night, but now it was her turn to start a family. I had to all but force her out. She was so worried about Charles and I on our own. It was sad to see her go, but she had helped me raise him for so long, she deserves to focus on her own happiness now.

He spins around to face me, blue tongue peeking through his teeth while he talks. “She said you used to meet famous people here too, like Little Richard and-and Elvis too! Is it true?” 

Right…that old issue. So, I never did end up telling him. How could I?

I know what you’re thinking, I’m just like my mother, but with Ma it was different. My dad was a plantation owner’s son that no one has ever heard of, except maybe his local gas station workers. There was no reason she couldn’t have told me at least his name.

What am I supposed to say to Charles? Forgot to tell ya, but your dad’s that national superstar you watch on TV who’s married to another woman, lives on the other side of the country, and that you’ll probably never get to meet because I have no way of getting in contact with him??

Even I wouldn’t believe that.

I know I have to tell him eventually, and I know that the longer I wait the worse he’ll react, but maybe when he’s older he’ll be able to understand better, even if it means he’ll hate me for it. For now, I just tell him his dad’s in the Army and will be away for a long time. Luckily, Pearl and I have always been great at distracting him when he asks, so I’ve never had to come up with anything beyond that. Besides, it’s not a COMPLETE lie.

“Can we go inside?” He begs.

I chuckle. “Baby, this is not a place for kids, and it’s only open at night.”

“Mama, there’s a man in there right now!” He proclaims, pointing into the window. I peek inside seeing none other than Sunbeam himself greeting customers near the entrance of the drug store area. I swallow, not wanting to be seen, but not wanting to let Charles see me panic. “Please, Mama! It’s my birthday!”

I gnaw on my lip. Always using the birthday trick on me. “Okay,” I hesitate out.

He yanks my arm, pulling me through the entrance. I barely make it through the door before Sunbeam recognizes me and is hopping his way over to hug me.

“Honey! Is that you? How you been? It’s been too long, girl.” His naturally bubbly and boisterous voice fills the drug store.

I giggle, always feeling so welcomed by his personality. “I been great, Sunbeam.”

Charles pokes on Sunbeam’s arm, bringing his attention from me and down to him. “I’m lookin to meet famous people, know where I can find me some, sir?” 

I bite my cheek, holding in a laugh. It’s odd. Elvis and I were such shy, quiet children, but Charles is the bravest and most frank little boy I’ve ever seen. “My son.” I point out.

Sunbeam chuckles. “Quite a boy you got there. What’s your name?”

“Charles. I’m gonna be rich one day.” He states mighty and proud, doing a pose just like his daddy used to do after reading that damn comic book.

Sunbeam begins laughing so hard that he has to pull his handkerchief out his pocket to cover the coughs that came out with it. “I ain’t got no doubt’s about it with an attitude like yours, boy.” He shakes his head with a bright smile. “Some folks are upstairs doin their ol’ ritual or whatever if you wanna go up and join ‘em. Wouldn’t wanna keep your boy from meetin any influential individuals.” He bursts out into a laugh again, before turning back to some other customers, handing out fliers to a show happening tonight.

I smile, taking Charles' hand. He hops up the stairs excitedly, but each step closer to the club area fills me with a pain I thought I had gotten over by now. Memories flash so vividly past my eyes I could nearly see them play out in front of me. My nerve-wracking first day, being the new girl in town in such a big city. Seeing Elvis walk through these doors before each of my performances. Vickie and I gossiping on the steps during our breaks, laughing about any rude customers that came in.

I push through the doors revealing the smokey brown club. Every picture frame is hanging on its nail exactly how I remembered it. Every door frame and floor board still has the same cracks and chips. It even smells the same.

“Uncle B.B.!” Charles yells, running to the bar.

“Hey kid!” King puts down his drink to greet my boy.

King’s here? 

There’s a group of other musicians in the room, warming up for their nightly session. I wave to them shyly before pulling up a stool next to King at the bar.

King warmly smiles, opening his arms to me. “Hey, Honey. How are you?”

I smile, embracing him. “I’m doin fine. How are you?”

But before he has a chance to answer, Charles plops down in front of me. “Uncle B.B., my Auntie told me you were friends with Elvis. Now, you know I wanna be a serious actor one day, so I’m gonna need you to spill his contact information.”

King laughs, always shocked whenever Charles opens his mouth “Sorry kid. I ain’t talked to the man in years.” Charles stomps off with a loud groan, going over to talk with one of the other musicians. “Happy Birthday by the way!” He chuckles, shaking his head at the boy.

I sigh, that boy will be the death of me, especially with his new found interest in acting. Looks like I didn’t need to tell him who his father was for him to still want to go after him.

“You still ain’t tell him?” King asks softly with a raised eyebrow.

I scoff. “Do YOU know a way to reach him?”

He laughs dryly, resting his head on his knuckles. “Nah, Colonel won’t let no calls through. You ever try going to his house? You do live 20 minutes from him.”

“You think after 8 years I ain’t never thought to do that? He ain’t never home! Been in California making all them shit movies and I ain’t about to sit outside in the hot sun with thousands of people, gettin gunned down by his security for hours just to find out he ain’t even there. Besides, wouldn’t wanna interrupt whatever he’s got goin on with Marcella.” I sneer.

He chuckles, amused at my tone. I tell him over and over again that I ain’t jealous, but he don’t ever believe me. “So, how have YOU been doin then?”

“Surviving.” I blurt out.

He shakes his head with a scoff. “So you just gonna give up music just like that, huh? All cause he moved on and you can’t?”

My brows furrow in offense. “I’ve been singing.”

“Look, all respect, but you and I both know you were meant for somethin bigger than a church choir.” I bite at my cheek, not knowing what else to say. He sighs, pulling something out of his pant pocket. He plants a piece of paper onto the wooden bar, sliding it over to me. I look down, finding that it’s a flier for a club nearby. “Sunbeam done opened up a new club not too long ago. Got himself a couple’a new cats playin there tonight if you wanted to see what’s poppin in the industry right now. Go check em out, get yourself back in the game. Who knows, maybe you’ll find someone YOU can move on with.” He wiggles an eyebrow with a mocking smile.

I roll my eyes, taking the flier. Maybe I’ll go take a peek.

-

I march around the house, adjusting my coat over my shoulders and scavenging for my keys. “Just watch some TV, then go straight to bed. Okay? No leaving the house.” I dig in my purse, before pointing a stern finger at Charles. “And no cooking again!” I finally find the keys buried within the depths of my bag. I huff, hooking my finger around the keyring and walking over to Charles. “I’ll be back in two hours. Call Auntie Pearl if you need anything.” I give him a kiss on the cheek.

He pulls away, disgusted. “Mama! I can’t hear Batman!”

I huff once more, before putting my shoes on and opening the door. “One hour and then straight to bed!” I warn him, but he completely ignores me, still staring into the depths of the TV screen. I groan, closing and locking the door behind me.

My heels clack down the sidewalk as I run down the street to the bus stop, hopping on just at the last second.

Club Paradise, Georgia Ave.

I repeatedly tap my nails against my thighs in my seat, itching to reach my destination. I hear the shrieking of guitars crying as we arrive, and jump up to rush off the bus and follow its sound. 

When I push through the front doors of the club it feels as though a gust of wind blows over me, taking my breath away. The music sends a shiver up my spine, transporting me back to a place I had long forgotten.

It feels good to be home.

Colorful lights parade across the stage as a group fills the large area with the sounds of various instruments. Listeners whoop and shout, standing from their seats to dance with one another. 

Nerves begin settling in my body as I tightly clutch my bag, realizing how out of place I now am to this type of environment. I sneak over to one of the lone back tables, shadowing myself even more so from the already dim lights as I get readjusted to the energy. I smile as the saxophonist goes wild, causing the audience to throw their hands in the air.

“Hey, let me buy you a drink, sweetheart.”

I jump, turning my head to see a man ease his way into the seat next to me, a friend right behind him.

“Unless ya wanna dance?” The friend suggests.

“If she wanted to dance, she wouldn’t be all shy back here. Clearly, she wants to hang in the back with someone mellow like me.”

“Well maybe she’s too shy to go out on her own and’s waitin for a prince to come get her.”

I rub my temple, waiting for them to stop their back and forth nonsense so I can break their spirits and tell them they can both get.

Suddenly, a warmth makes itself present behind me. A sharp, unsettling shiver goes up my back, hitting deep spots throughout my spine both in miraculous and unpleasant ways. The shiver frightens me so much, I don’t even dare turn around to find it’s source, just watching the two men’s faces as they look for me. Then a voice speaks up.

“Perhaps she’s uninterested.”

A voice I could recognize in an audience of screaming thousands.

A hand is placed on my shoulder, paralyzing me. The voice felt like it was engulfing me. It makes my heart race from the unwanted memories that I’ve been trying so hard to forget.

They gulp, but try to keep a tough demeanor in front of him. “We’re just keepin the little lady company, that’s all.”

“That won’t be necessary.” That’s all he has to say to get them to scurry off.

As much as I despised their attention, I could only pray they’d come back to save me from whatever fate is standing behind me.

“You gentlemen have a fine evening now.” He laughs, before stepping over to sit in the chair they were previously occupying. I gaze down at my lap, seeing his knee in the corner of my eye. “Well, I’ll be, Honey.” He chuckles out.

I try to swallow but my mouth’s gone dry. Nervously I look up, hesitant to make direct contact with him, but the second I catch a glimpse of his face I can’t help but to lock in on his eyes. Those baby blue orbs trap me in a trance. It feels like my entire body’s going to crumble to the floor, and honestly, I’d prefer that at this very moment.

I sit, brows raise, too petrified to speak.

He raises an amused eyebrow at me, smirking at my dazed face. “You in there, Bumble?”

Bumble. God! It’s been years since I’ve been called that. For a second, panic flashes through my mind, because I actually cannot bring myself to move after hearing that stupid little nickname. But then I imagine how ridiculous I must look, mouth hanging open while I stare at him. Somehow, I bring myself back to reality.

“Elvis.” I mumble.

Okay, it’s not what I was going for, but it’s a start. At least I can still speak words, or word, I guess. ‘Go find someone you can move on with.’ Thanks for the advice, King.

“In the flesh.” He chuckles. I giggle, sheepishly tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You started wearin your hair curly again.” He states, with a smile.

My head snaps up, not expecting him to point that out of all things. “Yeah…”

He takes a second longer to admire my hair with a soft gaze. “I like it.” He hums, taking a sip from the drink in his hand, before setting it down on the table in front of us. “S’nice seein a familiar face.”

He hides it well, but there’s a pain in his voice when he says those words, but not nearly as painful as my heart was feeling.

“I’m surprised you even remember me. It’s been so long.” I say with maybe a little more sting than I intended, but the hurt was too strong.

He shakes his head sadly. “I could never forget you even if I tried.” And something in his eyes told me he had definitely tried, just like me.

Luckily, the band picks up again, riling up the crowd, so an uninterrupted, intimate conversation was out of the question. Both of us turn to the front.

Two men catch our attention on stage. One slaps the stings of his guitar with a passionate, but concentrated face. The other sits at the piano, joyously laughing while he hits the keys.

“Woo! That cat’s goin to town! Look at him poundin them keys!” 

I sit nervously, watching his reactions in the corner of my eye. He smiles in a way that makes my heart flutter. It felt just like the good old days, before everything had changed. The days when the club was so packed that he could sneak in without getting noticed. We’d watch the performers together and no one would even know I wasn’t cleaning dishes in the back.

The guitarist hits a note with a nasty twang causing both of us to whoop.

I bite my lip, trying to disperse all the excitement that was beginning to bubble within me. God, what’s happening to me? I feel like a teenager again.

“That’s good but it ain’t like Handy. Man, that place was jumpin.” He grins at the memories.

I shake my head. “Nothin’s been the same.” He quickly turns his head to look at me. “Should’ve stayed your ass down in Memphis. We needed you.” Yeah, ‘we’.

His grin disappears, while he looks down at the carpet. “Seems like everybody need somethin from me these days.” He takes another sip from the drink before resuming his attention to the stage. Elvis hums. “So, why aren’t you up there tonight? You still singin?”

My eyes widen. “Oh, I could never go back on stage again. I wouldn’t know what to do anymore. But I did join a choir not too far back. Just a small church one. No one even hears me.” A tingle shoots through my body remembering my last performance for him, or more, what happened after.

He chuckles. “After seein you move, I never could’ve pictured you goin to church. I’m surprised they ain’t burned you at the stake with hips like them.” 

I laugh, feeling suddenly over aware of my hips now. “I joined a choir, not became a nun. It’s not that serious.”

“I take it you don’t work at Handy no more?” He questions with an eyebrow raised.

I shake my head. “No, but King and I are still close.”

He nods slowly, in thought.

We stayed talking all the way until close. Each conversation that passed, the more comfortable we grew. It was almost as if we picked up where we left off and nothing ever happened between us.

“Shit. I missed the bus.” I say, staring down the street at the now empty bus stop, the club lights shut down behind us.

Elvis brushes off my words. “Obviously, I’ll bring you home.” I spin around with guilty eyes. He points his head in the direction of a lonesome black car in the parking lot. “Come on.” He says, offering his arm to me. I take it and let him usher me over, sitting down in the passenger side after he opens the door for me.

The pink Cadillac was gone. Though, I guess it made him far too easy to spot. The black car was good for staying inconspicuous, but I’ll miss the old memories of the Cadillac.

He smiles, starting the car and pulling out of the parking spot. The radio switches on playing one of my favorite ‘feel good’ songs right now.

‘Wanna tell you I don't love you

Tell you that we're through, and I tried

But every time I see your face

I get all choked up inside’

I smile, humming along, before softly joining in, while Elvis drives down the road.

“Sugar pie, honey bunch

You know that I'm waiting for you

Can't Help Myself

I love you and nobody else”

Suddenly, the station switches. I turn to see Elvis flipping through songs.

“Hey! I like that song!” I complain.

He pretends to snore, so I smack him on the arm. He laughs. “Killer bee’s still striking. I forgot. You like doo wops, don’t you?”

“That is not a ‘doo wop’ and there ain’t nothin wrong with them anyway.” I say matter-of-factly, crossing my arms.

He shakes his head, landing on another song. “Woo! That’s more like it.”

‘My baby don't stand no cheatin', my babe

Oh, yeah, she don't stand no cheatin', my babe

She don't stand none of that midnight creepin'

My babe, true little baby, my babe’

He starts snapping along to the rhythm, singing along while making a left turn at a light. I watch him with a smile, before singing with him. He turns to me with a wide grin, dramatically singing the lyrics just to make me laugh.

He pulls up to another light with a happy sigh as the song comes to an end. He goes quiet, looking out into the distance. “Your voice, it ‘minds me of home. Makes me realize it’s been a long time since I been home.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Thought you still have Graceland?”

He shakes his head before landing his eyes on me. “Home ain’t always a place, Bumble.”

Now it’s my turn to go quiet. I stare back at him, not knowing exactly what he means by that and not knowing how to ask either.

He smiles looking into my eyes. “You ain’t aged a damn day.” 

I furrow my brows with a shy grin. “That’s a good thing, I presume?”

He hums, nodding softly. “You’re still my pretty darlin.” A sudden serious look appears in his eyes. “You make me feel like myself again.”

I swallow, watching his eyes as I realize how close our faces have gotten to each other. HIS pretty darlin. I peek down at his lips. Lord, how I missed them. Still so soft and plump. He still has those cute freckles dusted over his face, and those long dark lashes, and-

*HONK*

We jump in place, looking around. The light in front of us is green, and behind us is a line of angry cars waiting. I adjust awkwardly back in my seat, turning to look out the window to pretend that nothing just happened.

Married. Married! God damnit, Honey. He’s married!

Then like that the reality of everything crashes down. God, I haven’t even mentioned anything to him about Charles. Do I tell him tonight? If I don’t tell him tonight, will I ever get the chance to again? What will he think? Will he hate me?

Every mile we get closer to my house, the more I feel like I’m going to faint.

Then, he pulls around the corner, down my block. The car creeps forward, as he looks around with a shocked face taking in the condition of the neighborhood. “You live here?”

I sigh. “S’all we could afford, but we get by.”

He stops the car in front of the house with a deadened face, noticing the lights were on. Damnit, I told him to go to bed. “We?”

Oh shit. Is now the moment? 

“Um, Pearl and I had to move here.” Guess not.

“You still talk to that woman?” He questions, surprised.

I swallow hard, looking down into my lap. “After you left, Ma and Dad died in a car accident. We grew closer after that. She’s not all that bad.”

He takes my hand, holding it tightly. “I’m real sorry to hear that.”

I roll my head on the back of the seat to look at our intertwined fingers. “Sometimes I just feel like you’re all I have left.”

He eyes my defeated form, watching sadly as I meet his gaze. “I know the feelin.” He responds.

I gulp. I’m about to change that. I break loose from his grasp and instead shakily reach for the door handle. “I-um.” I swallow again. “I have something I need to tell you.” I say, as I exit the car.

He looks around confused at my sudden change in behavior, following me outside. He shuts his door, pacing over to my side. “What, Honey? What is it?” His fingers fumble nervously on my door, trapping me between the car and him.

I was really not in the mood to have something like this happen to me today, or anytime soon for that matter. You’d think after all these years I’d’ve prepared a little better for this moment, but I feel so unbearably weak and dumb now that the issue is finally standing right in front or me. 

“Well, uh…” God, I feel like I’m gonna throw up. “You remember the night before you left for Germany?” I basically have to throw the words out from my lungs, otherwise they’d find a way to get stuck there for as long as possible.

His brows furrow, sentiment glistening in his eyes. “Course, how could I forget?”

‘How could he forget?’ Ain’t that some shit. Clearly he did otherwise he wouldn’t have had another woman in his arms only a few months after.

“Well, I uh…” My body shakes. Why is this the hardest thing I’ve ever done? “I got pre-”

“Mama?”

Our heads snap towards the door, where Charles stands in his pajamas. He rubs his eyes, probably sore from all the TV he be watching!

My voice searches for words, mumbling out a few incoherent noises. “Charles, go back inside, baby. I’ll be there in a minute.”

He looks between us, squinting to look closer at Elvis. I quickly pull Elvis’ face towards me so Charles wouldn’t recognize him. Not trusting his eyes, he gives me a look before going back into the house.

I let out a deep breath, but then realize what Elvis just saw. I turn back to the man whose head is still in my palms.

He shakes his head in disbelief right out of my grip. He scoffs out a dry laugh. “Sorry, didn’t know I was in’erruptin somethin’.” He steps away to walk back over to his side of the vehicle.

But before he can go too far, I grab his arm. “No, baby-Elvis!” Shit! I just did that. Oh, please just let me faint or something so I can escape this moment. He looks at me, surprised but still untrusting. “He’s not- I didn’t-”

He puts his hand up to stop me. “No, really it's fine. You don’t have to explain yourself. I’m glad you found someone that treats you better and that gave you a more beautiful family than I ever could.” He spits out, pacing back to his side.

I follow closely behind him. “Elvis, please.”

He places his hand on the roof of his car, staring down at the ground and tapping his foot. He goes silent for an agonizingly long time, breathing deeply with a dark look on his face. He turns around, stepping close to look down at me. I stop myself from breathing too heavily in fear that my chest would touch his if I did. “You let another man touch you.” He states, not asks, sinisterly, more sinisterly than he should be talking with that ring on his finger.

I scoff. Of all things on his mind. “Wasn’t that what you wanted when you left? Another man to pick up what you couldn’t?” He turns away, biting his tongue and popping his jaw, gripping harshly on the car. I shake my head, annoyed that he even has the guts to act like this. “You really think I’d let another man touch me?” I whisper. He hesitantly meets my gaze again, still upset, but slightly hopeful. “You remember any other man 9 years ago that was willing to give me a blonde, blue eyed baby?”

He gulps nervously, before swiveling his head to the side to glance back at the house. He knew what that meant.

I stare dreadfully at the ground. Of all the times I imagined how this would go, I did not expect this. “I wanted to tell you. Everytime I went by Graceland, no one was home. Tried calling but the number changed. I even had King try calling, but Colonel would hang up before we got the chance to speak. Some days I thought about going over to Hollywood to tell you myself, but I never had enough money even if I wanted to, and honestly sometimes I didn’t. You know what Ma went through with me, I was scared what the news would do to him. I don’t want him raised under hatred and flashing lights.”

He continues to say nothing, not even wanting to look at me.

I bite my lip, feeling tears build up in my eyes. I was stupid for not telling him. “Elvis, I’m sorry for puttin all this on you like that. I understand if you dont wanna stay or meet him. I-I get it. I know it’s a lot and that you have Marcella now, and I know I did wrong by not trying harder to tell you. I don’t expect you to forgive me, because even I wouldn’t.” I swallow my tears, putting on a serious face. “Punish me all you want, but don’t you dare go in there, gettin that boy’s hopes up if you don’t plan on coming back.” I say sternly.

Now, he looks at me, stunned and speechless.

“Sometimes I wish I never woulda met my daddy at all knowing now that he was gonna be taken from me so quickly like that. Don’t do that to him.” I demand, tears disobeying me and rolling down my face.

He remains quiet, processing all the information. He takes a deep breath, in thought before meeting my eyes once again. “I wanna be a part of his life.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m actually glad to hear he’s mine. I was about to go in there and beat the hell outta whatever man let you live in a shithole like this.”

I sigh, rolling my eyes. The tension in my body slowly dissipates.

“But I can’t stay.”

And like that the stress comes right back.

“I couldn’t stay even if I wanted to. I gotta head back to California tomorrow. Gotta whole lot of people waitin for me back there. I’m just startin to find myself again, Bumble.” He takes my hand, softly running his thumb over my knuckles, but then comes to a stop. Confused, I watch him as some sort of idea pops into his head. “Matter of fact, come with.”

“What?!”

“Come with.” He chuckles out.

“Yeah, I heard you the first time. Elvis, are you out of your mind?”

“I know how peculiar it sounds, but I promised you I’d always take care of you and I meant it. I’m not going back to livin it up in a Hollywood mansion, knowing you and my child are back livin in the projects.”

I stare at him with no words. I couldn’t- We can’t just- Over there? 

He laughs. “Well don’t just sit there like a bump on a log. Let’s get packin. I have a son I wanna meet.”

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Blinding Lights Chapter Six

Hey guys, welcome back! Chapter Six is finally done. Sorry about the impromptu break. I wasn’t sure who I wanted to continue yet. I had a small amount of writer’s block. This wasn’t what I pictured initially but I think it’ll work. I hope you guys like it! Send me any asks or questions you have! I try to respond to those when I can!

Warnings: Fighting, Threats, Allusions to sexual assault, Kidnapping.

Word Count: 3,322

Masterlist

Previous Chapter, Next Chapter

It started as a normal day, the day that the peaceful bubble around us came crashing down. It had been weeks since I had come to live with the boys, weeks since they had rescued me from that hell hole. Days of working out with Jungkook and practicing self-defense, days of painting with Taehyung, cuddling with Jimin, talking about books and gardening with Namjoon, napping with Yoongi, shopping with Hoseok, making dinner with Jin and helping him relax after hectic days at work. They had even set me up with an online therapist, to deal with some of the trauma. Peaceful days that felt like a pretense to the terror now racing through me.

Breakfast started normal, everyone bickering and getting ready for the days ahead of them. Everyone had the day off, for the first time in a while, and we were planning on a nice day in, movies and take out. Low stress, high affection. It started when we all separated to get ready for the day. At first, I didn’t think much of the crash down stairs. Namjoon has tends to break things and he was the one helping Jin with the dishes. The shouting that followed, however, was not normal. Sure, Jin shouted at Namjoon sometimes, but not like this.

My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. I slip on my tennis shoes, creeping out onto the landing. Smoke fills the room, making everything hazy and hard to see. Someone shut the lights off, maybe the wires were cut, but my feline counterpart allows me good night vision. Sound surrounds me, almost too much to take in at once. This can’t be happening. Not now. I won’t let them hurt my mates. I have to do something. I won’t just sit in one place.

I sneak toward the stairs, my feet noiseless on the carpet. That’s another bright point about being part cat. I see two figures wrestling near the stairs, familiar tiger striped ears glinting at me in the fog. I move without thinking, throwing myself onto the back of the man fighting Taehyung. My arm goes around his neck in a chokehold, like Jungkook taught me. His fingers scrabble at my arms, trying to pry me free, but I refuse to relent. I hold until he stops moving, climbing off of is slumped form.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” My words are hushed and hurried as I crouch by Tae. His hands shake a little but she shakes his head.

“You need to hide. I overheard them talking. They’re after the Omegas. I was looking for Jimin and Jin when he found me,” Taehyung explains in a rush.

“I won’t hide, Tae. I’m going to help. I can’t just sit back anymore,” I say firmly,” You search up here, I’ll search downstairs. If you find Yoongi or Namjoon, let them know. Jungkook or Hoseok would do too.”

He looks like he wants to argue but his shoulders slump a little at the determination in my eyes. He takes my hand and squeezes it, then he’s gone, swallowed by the smoke. I start down the stairs but the sound of someone coming up from downstairs causes me to pause. The stepped on the squeaky stair. Anyone who lives in the house knows to avoid it. I jump over the side railing, landing noiselessly on the floor below. I hide in the shadow of the stairs, listening to the sounds around me. It sounds like there are more people upstairs than down, many feet hurrying around. A familiar chirp, though it sounds panicked, draws my attention. Jin.

I scramble toward the sound, ending up near the sliding glass doors to the patio. An all too familiar man has Jin in his grasp, a growling Namjoon in front of him, his metaphorical hackles raised. The man is the last picture Namjoon had showed me, the man who forcibly marked me.

“I would keep still, if I were you,” The man growls, the hand he has on Jin’s throat tightening imperceptibly,” Wouldn’t want your little Omega to get hurt, would we?”

I can see that it is taking everything in Namjoon to hold back, his Alpha filled with anger at someone else threatening his Omega. I move silently, slinking behind the grand piano. I’m glad it’s closed currently, and silently apologize to Yoongi for what I’m about to do. I grab a heavy glass vase from a nearby cabinet, jumping onto the piano to use it as a landing deck. I dash across its’ surface, jumping and slamming the vase into the back of the man’s head. He crumples, nearly taking Jin down with him. I land in a crouch, watching him for any signs of movement.

“Lets get you somewhere safe, baby, okay?” Namjoon quietly murmurs to Jin. He holds Jin’s shaking form to him tightly,” Are you okay?”

“I’m o-okay,” Jin croaks through his obviously sore throat. Namjoon turns his attention to me.

“The green house should be safe, right? Or the pool house? Taehyung says they’re after the Omegas. That he overheard them talking. I have to find Jimin,” I speak in a flurry, trying to avoid Namjoon’s eyes. I can feel his discontent with that answer.

“If they’re after the Omegas then you need to go and hide with Jin. I will look for Jimin,” Namjoon gives me a pointed look but I shake my head.

“I can’t. You know I can’t. I can’t stand back anymore. I’m going to help,” I finally stand, my hands going to my hips to make a point.

“You can help by keeping Jin safe,” His words are meant to be a compromise but I won’t compromise on this. I shake my head again.

“I won’t let them hurt Jimin. If they do, it’ll be all my fault. I won’t hold back,” Before Namjoon can argue back again, I’m gone. I take off toward the front of the house, looking for my pink haired mate.

Realistically, I know that Jimin can take care of himself, probably better than I can, but I also know that he’s much softer than the rest of the boys. A soft Omega who becomes pliant with praise and cuddles, who can’t hold himself up when he laughs. Who has to cling to people when he’s scared, and likes to have his ears scratched while we watch movies. He’s my softest mate and I won’t let anything happen to him.

For a while, I don’t see anyone. It feels like it’s just me and the dark fog around me. Then, I see a flash of pink from the corner of eye. I follow it, it’s trajectory taking it out of the front door and onto the front lawn. It’s easier to see here, alleviating some of the burning in my eyes. A man is carrying Jimin, who seems to be tied up. He struggles, his whole body shaking with the effort. For a moment, I see red, a bruise already forming on Jimin’s cheek. He drops Jimin on the ground carelessly, like a sack of potatoes. I can see the grunt and wince Jimin gives, even if his mouth is muffled.

Once again, my body moves before I can think. The man hasn’t noticed me, turning to face the front of the house. I hadn’t even noticed that I had moved away from the front door, hiding by the bushes near the front of the house. I move softly, quietly, creeping behind the man and to Jimin. Jimin looks up at me in panic. I pat Jimin’s pocket, finding the pocket knife he keeps for emergencies. The ropes are tough but I manage to get the ones off his wrists. I’m just working on his ankles when a voice causes me to freeze.

“Well, well, well,” The voice is all too familiar and I can feel my anxiety growing. The man that stands before me is my old owner,” I should have known that one cat would lead me to another. My little kitten.”

My mouth tastes like blood. I can feel my chest freezing with anxiety. A hand closes around my own hand and I almost panic, but it’s Jimin. He helps me saw through the last of the rope, pulling me to my feet and backing toward the house. His body covers mine, blocking me from view. Master tuts, his expression sour. He would never allow me to call him anything else.

“Stay away from us,” Jimin growls, his arms caging me in. I press to his back, my whole body shaking. I need to move, to do something. He’s too close to Jimin. I can’t let him hurt Jimin.

“Little cat, you seem determined to stand between what’s mine. Maybe I should take him with us, hmmm, Little Kitten?” He practically purrs, his eyes meeting mine,” I bet you would do even more things for me if I brought you a playmate, huh? And he’s just so pretty.”

He reaches his hand forward, as if to touch Jimin’s cheek, but I smack his hand away. His expression is shocked, and honestly, mine probably is too. My expression is quickly replaced with a glare. He won’t touch what’s mine, won’t hurt what’s mine. Hurting Jimin would hurt everyone else and I can’t let that happen.

“Don’t touch him,” I growl, my words bordering on a hiss.

“Awe, no faith in me? You know I’m always kind to what’s mine, Little Kitten,” Master’s lip curls, his eyes dark.

“Don’t call me that,” I snarl,” That name doesn’t belong to you. And you’re not going to touch him. I won’t let you hurt him.”

Jimin seems surprised by what’s happening, which makes it easier to change our positions, my body now in front, shielding him. He struggles a little, though belatedly, but he doesn’t seem to want to distract me. I can feel my nails lengthening, like claws, my own rage possessing me. Knowing everything that he’s done to me, the idea of him wanting to do that to Jimin, to put Jimin through the same things I went through? That won’t happen. I’ll tear his throat out.

“Little Kitten, you seem to forget who you belong to. Whose brand you wear on your shoulder,” A clicking sound as my blood running cold, and then there’s a gun pointed at my forehead. Jimin stiffens behind me,” Do I need to kill him? To remind you? I’d rather not wound something so pretty. Maybe I should hurt one of the other ones? The Tiger or the Bunny? I could probably make money from the Panther and the Wolf.”

“Please. Please don’t hurt them. Please. If I go with you, will you leave them alone? Please?” I’m pleading, almost begging,” I’ll be a good girl. I won’t try to run.”

“Hmmm,” He taps his chin in contemplation. I can feel Jimin shaking at my back, his fingers curled into the material of my t-shirt,” Sure, I can take you back, Little Kitten. But, I will be taking the Calico too. Male Calicos are so rare. He’d be a good commodity to add to my collection.”

“No, please, please no. Leave him alone,” I feel like screaming, like tearing him limb from limb. His hand closes around my arm, yanking me forward and out of Jimin’s finger tips. I can hear a grunt and the sound of fighting behind me,” Jimin!”

“Let her go,” The voice is dark and almost unrecognizable. I look up, expecting to see someone like Yoongi or Namjoon, but the dark voice belongs to Jungkook. There’s a gun in the Bunny hybrid’s hand, his eyes dark and stormy. Master moves me, my body now a shield for him as his own gun rests against my temple. I can see Jimin from my angle, struggling with the same man from earlier.

“Kookie, please, you have to help Jimin,” Jungkook’s eyes meet me with a surprised look,” I’ll be okay, but you have to help Jimin, please.”

“I won’t let him take you,” Jungkook almost snarls, his knuckles white on the gun.

“I can’t let him hurt Jimin, please,” I can feel tears filling my eyes. Jungkook falters, but a pained sound behind him kicks him into gear. He lowers his gun and run at the man holding Jimin, practically throwing him off. We shuffle backward awkwardly, heading down the driveway toward the estate gates. Once we’re further away, my nails dig into his arm, causing him to flinch.

I sink my teeth into his arm, blood filling my mouth. My hand goes up to twist the gun away from my head, the heel of my foot slamming into his foot. I pull away from him, leveling the gun at him. He freezes. He’s never been much of a physical fighter, relying more on his gun. He doesn’t need to know that I don’t know how to shoot.

“Leave,” I snarl, a fierce glare on my face. He seems shocked, surprised by the look on my face.

“This is the only opportunity you’re going to get, Kitten. I will not be so nice next time,” He backs toward the van I can see just inside the gates.

“If you come here again, I will kill you,” I pull the trigger, the bullet hitting the dirt near him. Then he’s running, climbing into the van and the tires squealing as it drives away. Before it’s out of site, I see a pair of terrified eyes in the back window. A choked sound leaves me. Taehyung. They have Taehyung.

I drop the gun, my feet scrambling in the gravel to run after the van. I’m so stupid. I didn’t think that they would have someone in the van already, that I didn’t stop them. Arms close around me from behind, stopping me before I leave the gates. I scream, fighting against the body holding mine.

“We’ll get them. We’ll bring him home,” Jungkook’s voice is tired and sad in my ear. I slump into him, my whole body shaking with my sobs.

I don’t remember him carrying me back into the house and setting me on the couch. I just remember Jimin’s collapsed form on the floor, his whole body shaking. His best friend, his soulmate, taken. The two have always been close, the separation hitting him harder than anyone else. I don’t know when the interrogation started, when they started to question the ones who were left behind, including the man who forcibly marked me. A numbness has settled in. After a while, I blink, a dark shadow coming across me. I get up and walk to Jungkook, who sits outside of the theater room.

“I want to talk to him,” My voice is void of emotion. Jungkook looks down at me in shock.

“I don’t think-“ He starts but I quickly cut him off.

“I want to talk to him,” I repeat, my voice louder. His eyes meet mine for a moment, before he nods, moving out from in front of the door. I pause before I open it, listening in.

“You should have heard the way she cried after I bit her. The way she begged to die, and screamed,” The man inside boasts, obviously trying to get a rise out of the men inside. I can hear the growls from here. It’s obviously working.

I push the door open, silencing the men inside. I slam the door behind me, marching forward. Yoongi’s hand closes around my shoulder, stopping me. I shake him off, not acknowledging it.

“Baby, you shouldn’t be in here,” Namjoon is the first to speak, seeming to get over his shock first.

“Where is he?” My voice is dark and I can feel a snarl building in my chest,” Where did they take him.”

“Listen, if the panther doesn’t work, you think some pint sized cat will?” The man seems annoyed, even offended. I shove passed Yoongi, getting close to the man’s face.

“The only reason you’re still alive is because of me,” I grab a knife from a nearby table, slamming it into the arm of the chair near his fingers. I can see him flinch, though I miss his fingers and just slam it into the wood,” You think they’re the ones you have to worry about? If you don’t tell me where they took him, it’s me you need to deal with. Me that will hurt you. Me that will end your life.”

It feels weird, giving in to the anger. I’ve never been this angry in my life, yet so in control. I want to kill him, to put an end to his life, but we need him. I can hear Namjoon and Yoongi murmuring behind me, but I can’t focus on their words. My blood rushes in my ears, my hands shaking in rage. This is my fault and I will fix it.

“I’m not scared of you,” He sounds more confident than he’s acting.

“You should be,” My voice is a dark whisper. I lift the knife, tapping it against his chin. His lip quivers a little.

“Look, I don’t know which one they went to,” He starts but I quickly cut him off, the knife leveling with his nose. He swallows.

“Where are his hide outs? Why don’t you start there?” I can see him giving up, the fear becoming evident in his eyes.

“Fuck, fine, I’ll tell you. Just get this crazy bitch away from me,” He finally relents and I back up, dropping the knife on a nearby table. Yoongi hustles me out of the room as Namjoon writes down what the man says. Yoongi takes me to my room, making me sit on the bed and glaring at me.

“What the fuck was that?” His voice borders on a growl.

“He had information, I got it for you,” I shrug, not meeting his eyes. I can feel my anger deflating under his gaze.

“I know you’re worried about Tae. I am too. But you can’t act reckless. Reckless is stupid and it gets you hurt,” His gaze is intense.

“It’s my fault!” I feel like I’m finally exploding, everything bursting out of me,” They should have taken me! I’m the one they wanted! They tried to take Jimin! They did take Taehyung! I didn’t know they had him! I couldn’t do anything!”

“Kitten… It’s not your fault,” His words are soft as his arms wrap around me. My whole body shakes, but I try to push him away. He won’t let me,” You saved Jin. You saved Taehyung once, you saved Jimin twice. You did everything you could.”

“It’s not enough. They’re gonna hurt him. Oh god, what if-“ I choke, realizing all the things that they could do to him, all the things they did to me.

“Hey, hey, hey. Thinking about it will drive you crazy. We need to think about how we can get him back,” His lips whisper across my forehead,” Jimin needs you right now. I don’t think any of the rest of us can break him out of this break down right now.”

Once I’ve calmed down some, Yoongi brings me downstairs to Jimin. I crouch in front of him, running my fingers through his hair. He should blame me, should be mad at me, but he flings himself in my arms, sobs wracking his body. His sobs eventually turn into whimpers, his tears wetting the skin of my shoulder. I nuzzle his cheek, pressing little kisses to his face.

“Will he be okay?” Jimin’s voice I small, his eyes red and swollen.

“He will be,” It feels like a lie but Jimin doesn’t need the truth right now.

“We have a lead,” Hoseok’s voice comes from behind me, causing me to jump. I hadn’t seen him since breakfast this morning,” I know where they are.”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

[cosmal]

CONGRATS ON 1K...if anyone deserves it, it's u

sending u all the kisses in the worlddd cause ur so amazing

DAISY - james potter & being clingyyy

i love u sm. okay of course. clingy james is our brand. i did take inspiration from our dms the other day hehe.

okay, we all know how much of a loving person james is.

mans is almost all love no hate.

and when you finally get together he realises how much he actually does love you.

you’re who he thinks about when he wakes up in the morning

and when he goes to sleep

in a completely adoring, non-weird way.

he just loves you so so much

so when a boy who’s extremely in love with you

and love language is definitely quality time and physical touch

he’s always around you

even when he’s asleep, there’s always a hand over your front or a leg tangled with yours.

even if it’s just being shoulder-to-shoulder.

when you both finally wake, he’s pulling you over until your head is in the juncture of his neck and his arms around you.

there have been too many mornings where you’ve had to peel yourself away from him so you can get up for work and he’s just holding onto your arm too tightly, pouting saying something like,

“five more minutes, babe. please.”

“no james, i’ll miss the bus.”

“let me drive you.”

you’ve been late to work too many times that should be allowed, just because his sad face is too hard to say no to.

if there is a time when you wake up before him

he’s getting up to look for you throughout your flat when he eventually wakes up too.

(which isn’t long because he couldn’t feel you next to him.)

no glasses on, rubbing his eyes because he’s not even completely awake

sleepy morning voice, calling out,

“sweetheart? where are you?”

“in the kitchen, jamie! making some tea.”

he’ll walk up behind you, arms around your waist, head resting on your shoulder, just watching you make the both of your teas.

he’d fall back asleep right there if he could.

he usually gets home after you after work

he’s coming home, taking off his shoes and coat

falling right into your chest on the sofa

just talking about each other’s days, watching some show he doesn’t even care about.

just wants to be around you.

when you go out, he’s always gotta be holding your hand.

shopping? holding your hand.

hands too full? sometimes there’ll be a finger through your belt loop.

he’d carry all your shopping in only one hand just to keep the other free so he can be closer to you.

when it's time to get ready for bed

you're brushing your teeth together

sometimes he's helping you with your skincare

definitely asking to do sheet masks with you

as soon as your heads are hitting the pillows, he's cuddling you

listening to you talk about what you have to do tomorrow

or you're reading to him

and he genuinely can't sleep without you next to him. feels too cold and lonely.

sirius is always teasing him when they stay somewhere else and james spends the entire night tossing and turning

"it's easy with y/n. she strokes my hair, sometimes :("

you do. he loves it.

even more when he does it to you.

[rachetmath]

Hero

After a hard battle, Jaune landed the final blow upon Neo. Neo after Jaune attack fell to the ground. Everyone was shocked at the outcome but Jaune… Jaune saw Neo laying down and with little of his strength he walks towards her. As approached her, he gets to his knees, grabs and pulls her close to his arms. He then begins to activate his semblance, making his friends confused yet angry.

Blake: Jaune what are doing?!

Jaune: *ignores her*

Yang: After everything she’s done you want to keep her alive. Out of all people.

Jaune: *ignores her*

Yang: *red eyed* Jaune are you even-

Oscar: QUIET!

Team RWBY, Marrow, Elm and Qrow look to Oscar, who stand firm in place. Alongside him were Ren, Nora, Winter, and Harriet.  Emerald turns away not wanting to look. They told everyone to look at him. And as team RWBY and everyone looked closely, they saw the light from Jaune’s hands are fading.

Nora: The fight took a heavy toll on him too. Her wounds are critical. He can’t heal her. He’s just keeping alive.

Ren: Enough--- Just enough… … to send her off.

RWBY and others didn’t understand but decided to let it play out. Neo slowly opened her eyes as she saw the young knight looking down on her. Jaune saw her as she was trying to demonstrate and then asked her

Jaune: Please, let me hear your voice. Just once. Please?

Neo was shocked. The knights eyes looked upon her with sadness in his eyes. But why? After everything she’s done, why still show her pity? Neo wanted answers so with all energy she asked-

Neo: To think I be bested by a nerd. Tell me. Why?

Jaune: *glad she spoke*

Neo: Why still help me?

Jaune: Simple. I really wanted us to be friends.

Neo: *surprised* Us. Be… friends?

Jaune: Yeah… … but-

Neo looks to see tears falling from the man face. She soon realizes it. Her time has come, and he has no way to save her. However, instead of grieving she feel, joy. She slowly raises her hand, placeing on the knights face as she gives him a warm smile.

Neo: Yeah. That would have been good. Don’t cry. This was inevitable. Sometimes you can’t have it both ways. And besides, you should be proud. Despite their cruel words. Despite everything they put you through. You stay true and protected them.  That’s what makes you… a hero. At least in my book.

Jaune semblances was slowly fading away yet neither Neo or Jaune cared as they stayed, locking eyes with each other. Jaune after hearing her pleasant word Jaune smiles back at her. He then replies-

Jaune: Thank you.

Neo: Hey…

Jaune: Yeah?

Neo: Do you think… I’ll be able to see him again?

Jaune: … … *giggles while drying his eyes* Of course. Trust me. He is waiting for you.

Neo: *life leaving her body*… Good… Then I… I guess… I get my … my… happy… ending.

Neo closes her eyes one final time. She then awakens into a new world. She looks around as she sees nothing but darkness. Neo was sad until she smelled something. Neo saw smoke with a very faint orange light. She runs towards it only to see it come closer. Halfway she stopped as the light came closer. As the smoked cleared she saw someone with his favorite hat and white jacket.

???: Well, you certainly kept me waiting. Neo.

Neo cries has she hugged the man in front her. She held him tight, making him smile.

???: I missed you too.

He then took off his hat and placed it on Neo head, preparing to leave.

???: Let’s go Neo. A new heist awaits us.

Neo: *smiles* Alright Roman.

In the living world Jaune semblance faded, as his smile when Neo finally rested. Jaune, even knowing she’s gone, still holds onto her. Tears relentlessly flowing from his eyes. He screams to sky with fury. Asking inside his mind "Why?" Until.

Jaune: WHY?! WHY?! DAMN IT WHY?! WHY CAN’T I HELP ANYONE?! I KNOW I MADE MISTAKES! BUT I TRAINED! I CHOSE TO WORK HARD LIKE EVERYONE ELSE! BUT IT AIN’T ENOUGH!! WHAT MORE SHOULD I HAVE DONE?!  FIRST PYRRHA. THEN PENNY!! NOW THIS!

Everyone watches as Jaune words were like daggers. Everyone felt what he was saying especially a certain Harriet. Jaune screaming to the atmosphere. Hoping to whoever listen to his call.

Jaune: TELL ME! IF THERE IS GOD LEFT IN THIS WORLD, PLEASE, JUST TELL ME! WHAT SHOULD HAVE I DONE?! WHY IS IT MY ALWAYS MY FAULT?!! WHY IS THAT EVERYONE I’VE EVER KNOWN OR COULD’VE KNOWN ALWAYS DIE OR GIVE UP ME?!! AM I NOT ENOUGH?! TELL ME! IS MY SUFFERING JUST ENTERTAINMENT TO YOU?! IF SO, WHAT’S THE POINT!? TELL ME…. IF THAT’S ALL---- TELL ME WHY SHOULDN’T I BURN THIS WORTHLESS WORLD TO THE GROUND!?!?!

Jaune stares at the sky as clouds begin to merge forming a cloud. As the sky begins to gray rain soon follows. Jaune proceeds to go on-

Jaune: What’s the point of it all? Why am I even here? Why am I so worthless that I can’t save anybody?

Ruby hesitated but wanted to help her friend. But someone beat her to it as Nora walks towards him. She gets down her knees and hugs the young knight.

Nora: I’m not a god. But I think I can tell you something. First off, you are not worthless. If it wasn’t for you… Weiss would have died. If wasn’t for you, Winter would have died. Thousands would have died if it wasn’t for you doing what was needed to be done. Second, I‘m sorry about Penny. I know it hurt you a lot. But…. Penny just like Pyrrha, trusted you with so much. Their hopes. Their dreams. Us. Isn’t that enough?

[sanjisprincesswifey]

hiii! May I request prompt 34 w/ Eustass Kid and fem reader plz <3 Thank you and I send magical inspiration your way >:D

note: bae, your magical inspiration helped me so much, so thank you

♡: gender-neutral reader. 700+ words. content warnings: mentions of wounds & blood. sfw content.

you knew the consequences of being a pirate. it came with ridicule, judgment, hate, and even fear...you just never expected to be the one feeling all those things.

your seemingly peaceful venture into the nearby village turned sour the moment you were recognized. anything the villagers could’ve gotten their hands on was thrown at you, cuts and bruises accumulating across your exposed skin as you fled the scene just as fast as you arrived.

you don’t bother greeting anyone, not even your boyfriend, as you climb aboard the ship and head right back to your room. you tug your knees to your chest, letting the warm water fall down your back as the painful sobs mercilessly fall from your lips.

kid stood outside your door, ear pressed against the wood, trying to listen in on what was going on.

although he’d never admit it, he’d never tell you how much it saddened him when you didn’t greet him with a kiss when you returned.

now, as any concerned boyfriend would be, he was awkwardly standing in front of your door unsure of how to approach the situation.

it’s not until he can hear your cry that he barges in without knocking, a habit you did your best to instill in him.

kid panickily scans the area, nothing seems out of the ordinary until he notices the droplets of blood on the floor leading to the bathroom door.

he pops his head in, your whimpers sound more broken now that he’s inside. he coughs stiffly, which causes you to flinch at the sudden noise.

“y/n?” he shifts awkwardly, scratching the back of his head, “ are, uh, are you okay?”

the question alone has you break out into another sob, causing kid to scramble to apologize and freak out again. you pull the curtain back and the small but littered scratches across your arms and legs have kid kneeling next to the filled tub, staring at you in disbelief despite the crimson blush that stains his cheeks.

“what the—? who did this to you? when i get my hands on that son of a bitch i swear, i’ll—”

“—no!” you interrupt, holding tightly onto his hand before he can storm out. “…no…it was my fault.”

he raises his brows; your grip on him is forceful as if it was a plea for him to stay right beside you. and he does, wiping off any irritated expression he had for a sympathetic one only you had ever been able to see.

“i got recognized in town and they started chasing me, accusing me of stealing, calling me names, saying they hated me…” you weep, laying your head against the edge of the tub. kid nods, you both know he doesn’t understand how you feel, you’ve always been at the sympathy of your emotions. “do you, do you think i’m a bad person? like they said?” you ask, staring up at him with unintentional puppy dog eyes.

kid can feel his heart racing in his chest, when you stare at him like that, he wants to say things to you he couldn’t imagine coming from his own mouth. his eyes flicker between you and everything else in the bathroom, unable to hold eye contact, but unable to look away at the same time.

“they don’t know you…” he starts, a sharp tone lingering in his voice, “not like i do.”

you tilt your head, confused about what he means when you notice he's nervously playing with your fingers. “you’re not like a normal pirate. you’re kind and you care about people. you never want to hurt anybody, not like the rest of us,” he whispers, “and those bastards are idiots for thinking otherwise.”

a smile cracks at your lips, sniffling softly at your boyfriend’s unexpected confessional. when he reaches out to examine your arms, you hook an arm around his neck, yanking him down so that his lips meet yours. shocked by the sudden affection, he stumbles forward causing you to yelp as he falls into the bathtub with you, drenching his bright red hair.

you burst out in laughter when he huffs, throwing his wet hair out of his face. he glances down at your naked body before replacing his frown with a mischievous smirk. “well, since i’m here,” he mutters, before cupping your chin to kiss you some more.

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