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alwaysmarveling · 3 years

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Balloons

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Warnings: cursing, arguing, and Clint (since he seems to be a sensitive topic for some of you)

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: Natasha surprises you with balloons. What do you get for her in return?

A/N: It can get a little confusing, so just for clarification, a single dash (-) indicates a flashback, and three dashes (---) means a skip forward in time. Also, this takes place during the Snap.

“Hey, I’ll be back in a couple of days, okay?” Natasha barely looked up from her computer screen, but she heard your murmurs, going so far as to lean into your touch as you pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

If you didn’t love her, you would’ve scrunched your nose, judged her for what must’ve been days without taking a shower. Instead, your brow furrowed slightly as you leaned over her, allowing your arms to drape over her torso, your hands clasping together at the center of her chest.

“Take care of yourself, okay? No more peanut butter sandwiches.” That elicited a groan from your wife. Her eyes remained on the monitor in front of her, but she still sunk into your embrace, her body almost on autopilot once she felt the familiar contact. “Promise me, Nat. I’ve left enough meals for the next two weeks in the fridge. All you have to do is microwave them.” A low sound left her mouth—maybe it was an “okay” or an “alright,” you really couldn’t tell—but you knew that was all you were getting from her at the moment. So, with a sigh, you brushed a quick kiss to her cheek and pushed yourself to stand straight.

“I love you, Nat.” It was only then that she turned around, finally allowing you to see the sparkle in her eyes that, more so now than ever, she reserved only for you.

“I love you too, malysh. Be safe. And call me if you need anything.”

“So you’re saying I can call and ask for you?” The redhead chuckled, leaning out of her chair to grab you by the hands. Once you were standing in between her legs, one of her hands trailed up to your cheek before pulling you down to kiss her.

“Anytime, malyshka, anytime,” she murmured, her lips brushing against yours as she spoke.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, yeah?” Natasha nodded at you. The last thing you saw as you walked out the door was her characteristic smirk, the sly wave of her slender fingers, and the way her body was slumped against the chair, another sign that betrayed just how long she had gone without sleep. You had to succeed at this, for her.

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It was pouring when you found him. You don’t think you would’ve seen him if it weren’t for the neon signs, their reflections against the growing number of puddles lighting up the street. But you didn’t need to see him to find him; the yelling and clashing of swords were enough to tell you where he was.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was gruff. It was clear he didn’t want to see you.

“I’m here to bring someone back.” He had yet to turn around, and yet you could still hear him scoff despite his turned back and the patter of rain.

“Then keep looking.” You rolled your eyes before clearing your throat and straightening up. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to see your growing assertion, but you’d make sure he heard it.

“I’m here to bring you back.”

“Don’t you have a wife to be getting back to?” You almost flinched at his words.

“How funny, I wasn’t sure if you even knew we got married.” Yes, Clint was your friend, but you didn’t forget the way Nat’s eyes shined with hurt when she looked in the crowd at her wedding and noticed that her best friend wasn’t there. It was just another thing that made her doubt what she was doing, wonder if she was a monster for moving on while everyone else suffered. You almost lost her that day, having to get Steve to pause the ceremony as you took her off to the side, desperate to make her stay.

“Nat, every day I wake up I think of all the people that we lost, just like that. But you’re still here, and I can’t lose you too. And if wanting to hold onto the one good thing I have left in the world makes me a monster, then-” She had pulled you close, kissed you through the tears that ran down her cheeks.

“You could never be a monster, my love.” Your foreheads pressed together as she whispered, allowing you to see the crystal droplets, physical evidence of the internal struggle she felt every day.

“And neither can you. Marry me?” She simply nodded, and you thought you couldn’t have been happier, more relieved.

But she proved you wrong only minutes later when she read her vows out to you, her eyes only leaving the crumpled paper to look at you, to make sure you were still there, as she tried to make her true feelings known. Her voice was nothing more than a whisper—you were sure you were the only one who could hear her, but that was more than okay with you—as she told you, “You told me I’m the only good thing you have left in the world, but you are my world. If I lose you, I’ve lost the world. It doesn’t matter how many other planets there are, how many galaxies exist outside of our own. There’s nothing after you.”

You pulled her into a searing kiss, not caring that Steve had yet to tell you to kiss your bride.

You were married. You were hers, and she was yours.

And he missed it. Clint missed one of the most important days in his best friend’s life. He still hadn’t responded when you spoke up again. You were bringing him back no matter what. Because she needed you to.

You got him to come back with you. You honestly weren’t too sure how you’d done it; maybe he was just too tired to argue anymore. But it didn’t matter because the two of you were getting in a Quinjet and going back to Natasha.

It took less than twenty minutes for you guys to be off in the air. You set the aircraft on autopilot and left the seat, heading back to put away your things.

“I will admit, I thought we’d be moving a little faster.” Your head cocked to the side at Clint’s words, not quite understanding what he meant.

“Trust me, we’re going as fast as we can. We should be there in a couple of hours.” You were almost out of earshot when he spoke again, but his words caught your attention as if he had screamed them at you.

“What’d you get her for the anniversary?”

“Wha- what do you mean? What’s today’s date?” And as Clint sighed with a shake of his head, you felt your heart sinking in your chest. He didn’t need to answer. You thought back to yesterday’s phone call and you knew exactly where you’d messed up.

“Hello? Nat? What are you doing awake? It’s late, you should be asleep.” There was a pause over the phone, and at first, you thought she’d hung up.

“I, um, I just wanted to check in on you.” It wasn’t so much the fact that she called or her words as it was her dejected tone that grabbed your attention, immediately made you concerned.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong? Do you need me to come back?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” she quickly reassured you. “Just… you sure you’re not forgetting anything?” You scanned the supplies you’d laid out on the dresser. A weapon or two, a couple of toiletries, only the necessities. But nothing was missing.

“No, I think I have everything. Why? Did you see something at home?” Another pause. And, still, you chalked it up to bad connection, or maybe the fact that it was late for her, she must’ve been tired.

“No, you didn’t leave anything at home.” You took one last glance at your things before nodding and launching into your plan for how you were going to get Clint back. She wasn’t as excited as you thought she would’ve been, but you never caught it. Even when you ended the call and all she gave you was a quiet goodbye, you never caught it.

You entered the compound with a crash, scrambling to find Natasha. It was nighttime when you got back, the lights automatically turning on one by one as you ran through each of the rooms, each of them full of furniture but devoid of life.

First, you reached the kitchen. Natasha hadn’t put away the candles, the wicks drowning in wax as if nobody had bothered to blow them out. One plate of food—which was much fancier than any of the meals you had left for Nat in the fridge—lay untouched on the counter, and you knew that, if you dared to open the fridge, there’d be another plate waiting for you.

Next, you made your way into the living room. A vase of roses sat on the coffee table, but one of them was already wilted, a petal threatening to fall off if you so much as looked at it for too long. A small bunch of heart balloons hovered in the corner. The shadows fell on them in just the right way it seemed, with them looking more like they were threatening to chase after you rather than welcome you home.

You went to your bedroom next. You doubted she would’ve been in there, but some small part of you hoped that you and Clint were wrong; you hadn’t actually missed anything, and Natasha somehow pulled herself away from her work to grab a few hours of sleep. But it wasn’t your wife on the bed. Instead, an unfamiliar yet friendly-looking teddy bear sat on the comforter, the card next to it standing upright. And though every part of you yelled at you not to open it, you did.

It was storebought, but that wasn’t what affected you. What finally broke the dam, made the tears stream down your cheeks, was the brief message she’d written on the inside.

“I know I haven’t been the best wife lately, but you are still my world. The sun, moon, stars, it’s all you, malyshka. It always will be. Happy anniversary.”

It was only then that you set off for the one place you were sure Natasha would be.

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The smell hit you before you even entered her office. Then, you heard the somewhat incoherent grumbles, each word charged with more anger and sorrow than the last. And so it was more to your horror than surprise when you found her still at her desk, her head in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other.

“Natty…” A flash of red filled your vision as her head whipped up to see you, but you weren’t sure if the color came from her cheeks or her hair.

“Oh, so you still remember my name?”

“Natty, please, I’m so sorry. I was so hun-” At first, your wife seemed slightly surprised, as if she wasn’t expecting you to apologize. Or maybe she wasn’t expecting you to know what you were apologizing for.

“Don’t you dare call me that right now, Y/N.” If her order didn’t sting, her use of your actual name definitely did. But you pushed away those feelings; right now, it was about her, the way it should’ve been about her yesterday.

“Natasha, let me explain. I was so focused on Clint, on the things we had to get done here. The dates really meant nothing to me.” Her flinches were delayed, slightly sluggish, but they nevertheless hurt to see.

“So the date of our wedding means nothing to you? I got you balloons, Y/N, I got you fucking balloons.” You flinched, but it wasn’t at the sound of the vodka bottle slamming down on the desk or at her words. It was at the words she’d told you on your six month anniversary of dating, the day she’d surprised you with a dinner at a three Michelin star restaurant and a night in a five-star hotel, a luxury you’d never experienced before and never thought you’d have in your life, let alone while you were on the run from the US federal government. But, you’d had to remind yourself as Natasha pulled you into the hotel room with a giggle, this was the world’s best spy you were dating. Of course, if anyone was capable of pulling this off, it was her.

“What are those?” you’d gasped, the glint of the dim lamplight on the mylar catching your attention.

“I got you balloons,” she’d chuckled as she pulled you into her embrace. “I love you so fucking much that I got you balloons. God, I’m such a sap.” You met her lips in a sweet kiss before pulling her closer, if that was even possible.

“You’re my sap.” Nat pressed another kiss to the corner of your mouth, loving the way it curved upwards in a grin. Loving the fact that she made it do that.

“Well, duh, you think I’m going to go out and get balloons for Tony?” You simply giggled, the champagne the two of you had enjoyed earlier that evening only strengthening the joy that bubbled in you. “No. Never. Only for you, detka.” She had punctuated each sentence with a kiss, each one being on a different spot on your face.

“You got me balloons,” you finally whispered, meeting her eyes.

“I got you balloons,” the blonde agreed. You loved the way the green orbs captured your own gaze; you could bathe in the love they held for you.

But at this moment, you felt yourself drowning in the sorrow filling her eyes, the fact that she wasn’t crying being one piece of dignity you couldn’t maintain no matter how hard you tried.

“Nat,” you slowly stepped closer to her, your footsteps being the only sound filling the room during the pause. “That’s not what I meant. I just meant I barely processed what day it was at all. The only thing I was focusing on was getting Clint back.” A small part of you knew that Natasha was far too hurt and drunk to be reasoned with at the moment, but you still tried. And the rejection hurt just as much as if you hadn’t been expecting it.

“You don’t love me.” You were by her side in an instant, quick to refute her point.

“That’s not true at a-”

“You don’t love me! Just admit it, Y/N. You don’t love me.”

“Natasha, please-” Your vision was so clouded by tears you could barely make out your surroundings, but the anguish on your wife’s face was somehow clearer than it had been all night.

“You only love me when it benefits you! God, how was I so foolish to believe you could ever love me back in the same way I love you?” And though you tried to stop her, pleaded with her to just listen to you for a second, she never even hesitated for a second, the remaining vodka threatening to spill out out of the bottle with how she swung it in the air. Her insecurities from your relationship, the ones you had spent night after night reassuring her of, were coming out in full force, each word thrown out of her mouth being another punch to your gut.

But it was her last sentence that made you almost double over in pain; the way she looked at you, eyes glassy and her lower lip wobbling, the way she spoke, her voice airy and broken, the way her face was contorted, as if something had broken inside of her. Maybe something had.

“Did I really make you feel safe, or did I just help you not to feel alone?”

You knew she was standing outside of your room well before she knocked. Well, you knew someone was standing outside of your room.

Sure, you weren’t expecting the normally-closed off assassin to be the one who entered when you let out a measly “come in,” but you were too wrapped up in your grief to care.

“Wanda made dinner.”

“I don’t want it.” You didn’t have to turn your head to know how she was standing, feet shoulder-width apart and arms crossed over her chest. And maybe, if you cared, you would’ve been scared, but for all you were concerned she could come running full speed at you with widow’s bites in her hand and you wouldn’t even flinch. Maybe you’d welcome it.

“It’s not a negotiation. You’re coming to dinner. You haven’t eaten all day.”

“I’m not hungry.” At first, Natasha didn’t respond. You thought you were safe. She’d turn around, close the door behind her, and you’d be alone once again, the way you should’ve been. The way you always should be. But instead, you heard her approaching footsteps and felt the mattress sink as she perched herself on the edge of your bed.

“You deserve to eat, Y/N. Just because you made a mistake-”

“A mistake is forgetting your phone at home, Nat. I got people killed. I deserve to die.” Natasha paused for a moment, and you felt the weight of her hand as she rested it on your ankle.

“You’re not the first of us to do that. Do you think we deserve to die too?” Anger and frustration swelled in your chest at her words. Of course they didn’t deserve to die; how could you agree to that? But she didn’t understand, you were different because you were you.

You hated the way she trapped you with simple logic, wanting to scream and yell for her to get out. But she was the woman of your dreams, so you stayed silent. She’d leave eventually. They all did. Or maybe you just made them leave, who knows?

But she was there 5 minutes later, 10 minutes later, 15. Half an hour passed and she was still sitting there, her posture just as perfect as when she first sat down.

Another half an hour passed before Natasha sighed, the corner of the mattress lifting. But she didn’t leave the room. Instead, she rounded the bed and sat down next to you, hands folded in her lap and her back against the headboard.

“You’re not going to leave?” you finally asked.

“No.”

“Why?” You hated the way it came out cracked and broken. You were the one who messed up; why were you also the one falling apart?

“Because you deserve to be forgiven. And you don’t deserve to be alone. I’ll stay until you realize that.” It amazed you how she said it so matter-of-factly, how she said it as if it was painfully obvious.

“Then it looks like you’re going to be staying the night.”

“Good thing I wore my pajamas.” It wasn’t until she said that that you finally turned around to look at her. Why was she wearing her pajamas?

“You knew I wasn’t coming out.”

“I had a feeling.” Her shrug was nonchalant, but the way she picked at her fingers suggested she was more nervous than she was trying to let on.

“Why are you here, Tasha?”

“Because I care,” was her answer, spoken softly yet firmly, as if she was challenging you to oppose her. But you let her.

You let her slide down, lay her arm over you. You let her lay a kiss on your forehead, hold you while you slept, fend off the screams of the departed so your dreams didn’t turn into nightmares. And just before you finally dozed off, getting the rest you’d been deprived of for days, you murmured something so quiet she could barely hear it. She’d never forget it.

“Ever since I joined the Avengers, I’m always waiting for someone to leave. Someone getting hurt, getting killed. They’ll leave one way or another and I won’t be able to get them back. I’m always on edge. But you make me feel safe, I think.”

“Tasha, you know that’s not true at all. Please,” you tried walking towards her again with one trembling hand outstretched, just to get her to put down the bottle, just to pull her into your arms as you tried to physically show her just how much you really did love her, just to do anything.

She backed away.

It hit you then; you weren’t going to get her back. Not now, at least. Nothing you could say, nothing you could do, could get her to listen to you at this moment.

“Just leave me alone,” she whispered, as if she could read your mind. You always thought the two of you were connected in some way. Maybe she could tell what you were thinking.

But it seemed the connection stopped there. She couldn’t understand how your feet were glued to the floor, how your heart stopped for the umpteenth time that hour, how your eyes scoured any and every part of her for want of some sign that things would be okay. She gave you nothing but a renewed hardening of her gaze, as if she had just remembered her days as one of the world’s most formidable assassins.

“Fine. I’ll leave.” And just like that, she was gone. It didn’t matter that she almost stumbled over the leg of a chair, or how you got an extra strong whiff of vodka as she passed by. What mattered was that she was gone.

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Natasha got you balloons, filled you with joy and love as if you were a child at the center of attention during their birthday party. And you, distracted by all the other decorations that surrounded you, had let them go, the strings slipping out of your grip and floating to unreachable heights.

You had let her go.

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angel-riki · 3 years

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Dazed & Dreaming {Ch. 1}

summary: Y/N's life was always quite normal, some may even consider it boring. However, Y/N enjoyed her simple life and the little pleasures it brought. Unfortunately, that all changed the day she found out her best friend's biggest secret. Her discovery leads her down a rabbit hole of a new and confusing world she never knew existed. She must now navigate this new life filled with love, fear, and the supernatural. What awaits her down this path?

pairing: enhypen x reader (vampire au)

warnings: light swearing

word count: 1,435

chapters: [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.4]

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The brisk autumn air pricked at your cheeks, making you shiver as you clutched your coat tighter around your body. You picked up your pace as your shoes tapped lightly against the pavement. Walking to school was nice this time of year, you loved the autumn scenery which was full of rich colors and leaves dancing in the wind. Winter on the other hand, was another story. It was also quite pretty, yet much more inconvenient and impractical. However, right now it was a pleasant walk.

Before you know it, you're at the entrance of your school, trudging up the stairs. Oh how you longed to be back in your warm, soft bed, asleep. You begrudgingly continued on your way when you heard a familiar voice ring out,

"Y/N! Wait up!"

You recognize the voice without even needing to turn around, it was Jake. Jake had been your best friend since he had moved here from Australia way back in middle school. He meant the world to you. You've grown so close over the years, he practically knows everything about you at this point. And you know all about him as well. You smiled and waved at the cheerful boy as he jogged to catch up with you. Slightly out of breath and with flushed cheeks, he greeted you,

"Good morninggg!" He drew out the last syllable with a dorky grin on his face. You giggled, he was always so cute without even trying.

"Good morning," you replied, happily.

"Kind of chilly this morning, huh? Did you walk to school again?" He asked.

"Yeah, I did. I always walk to school, you know that," you chuckled at his silly question.

"You knowww," he began,

Oh boy here we go, you thought.

"Heeseung would totally give you a ride to school if you'd like," he stated. Jake had made this offer to you a few times, however, you always declined. Heeseung was a close friend of Jake's yet he was merely an acquaintance to you at best, you would feel bad having him drive you around. Especially since he already gave Jake rides every morning.

Also not to mention, you found Heeseung incredibly attractive and you don't think your heart could handle that...

"No that's okay, I wouldn't want to impose," you politely declined like always. Jake sighed. You were always so considerate, almost to a fault.

"Y/N, Heeseung totally wouldn't mind, he isn't like that, you know." He smiled, trying to convince you to accept the offer. Especially, knowing that winter was just around the corner.

"I know...I just would rather not," you said trying to escape the topic as your cheeks began to heat up. Jake sighed defeatedly and decided to let it go as you both continued your way into the building.

*****

The end of the day couldn't come soon enough as you headed towards your final class; physics. Yay. You've always hated physics and although you were a straight A student, your grades suffered in that class. Thankfully, Jake was quite good at physics and was always happy to help. Over time, he basically became your tutor. You scanned the front board to see what the topic of the lesson was today. Like usual, you couldn't make sense of any of it. God, I wish I had Jake's brain, you thought to yourself.

As much as you tried not to, you ended up tuning out the teacher and his lecture as your mind wandered to anything but physics. Before you knew it, class was over and students began gathering their books and shuffling out of the classroom. Shit. I didn't pay attention to any of that. You mentally kicked yourself for slacking off. Well, at least the school day is over. You headed back to your locker where you saw Jake waiting for you.

"Hey Y/N, how was physics? I know it's your favorite class," he said sarcastically.

"Shut up," you slapped him playfully on the arm, "I actually totally zoned out the whole period. Therefore, I'm lost and you really have your work cut out for you as my tutor," you retorted.

He laughed and shook his head, "Y/N, you're killing me!" He said while jokingly clutching his chest in imaginary pain.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry I should honestly be paying you at this point," you laughed.

"Nah don't worry about it, I'm happy to help," he said. Gosh he's so sweet, you thought. Sometimes you felt like you didn't deserve him. But if you ever dared to say that out loud, you know you would receive an immediate rebuttal from him. Because that's just how Jake is.

*****

*BZZZ* *BZZZ* * BZZZ*

You rolled over and groaned. Ughhh, it's already time to get up? You had stayed up later than usual the night before. You had been facetiming with Jake as he tried to explain your physics homework to you. Unfortunately, it took you quite a while to understand it since you hadn't paid attention in class earlier that day.

Just 5 more minutes...you thought as you lazily snoozed your alarm.

*****

Your eyes fluttered open as you awoke for the second time. Hm, that's weird. Why didn't my alarm go off yet? You grabbed your phone to check the time. You squinted as your eyes adjusted to the bright screen. Oh shit. You had overslept for 45 minutes. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. You mentally cursed at yourself as you scrambled to get ready in half the time you usually do. You frantically threw on your school uniform and hurried to the bathroom to brush you teeth. You gasped as you saw your reflection. You had the worst bed head you had EVER seen. Just my luck. You quickly threw your hair up into a half updo. Guess I'm going for the messy look today. You hurried downstairs and grabbed a granola bar on your way out. You headed down your driveway only to see a car parked on the side of the road right in front of your house. You were a bit confused but as you got closer you were met with two familiar faces. Oh no. This is Heeseung's car. Your stomach did a backflip. Heeseung smiled and gave a small wave as Jake greeted you from the passenger seat,

"Hey, Y/N! Sorry for the surprise, I knew you would never accept the ride but the weather's getting colder and I don't want you to get sick," Jake rambled.

"Jake told me that you walk to school every morning, but I don't mind giving you a ride, it's no problem at all," Heeseung added with a kind smile.

You appreciated the kind gesture, however, you were mortified. Here you were, looking like the hottest mess of the century in front of the hottest boy of the century. This can't be happening. Of all days, why today?!

You smiled meekly, "Wow, uh, thank you that's very kind of you! I guess I'll take you up on that offer since you already went out of your way to come here," you said apologetically. The two boys smiled at you as you opened the car door and climbed into the back seat.

*****

So far, the ride had been fairly quiet until Jake suddenly broke the silence,

"Y/N, did you do something different with your hair?" Jake asked as he turned around to face you.

God, why did he have to bring that up??

"Uh, yeah, I actually woke up late and my hair was a mess so I just tried to make the best of it," you laughed nervously.

"Ohh, well it looks nice!" he complimented.

"Yeah, you look cute." Heeseung added with his eyes still on the road.

You froze. Your brain began malfunctioning as you tried to compute what Heeseung just said. He called me cute. You chuckled anxiously as you felt your cheeks burning up.

"Thank you," you said shyly.

Jake had noticed your abrupt change in body language, which confused him. But then, it all clicked. Oh...She has a crush on Heeseung. He didn't know how he hadn't noticed it sooner. He grinned to himself, amused by his realization. Suddenly, it made sense why you never accepted a ride.

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Hi, guys! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I know it was a bit slow, but once the introductory part is out of the way, hopefully things will pick up the pace. Regardless, thank you for reading! I am also uploading this series on wattpad, so if you’d like to support it over there, that would mean a lot! I'm hoping to publish new chapters a couple times a week so keep your eyes peeled hehehe

~Elle <3

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spideyanakin · 3 years

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New Starts

Peter Parker x Reader

Based on No Surprises by Radiohead

Synopsis; Rough endings come with new starts

Requested by; @averyfosterthoughts // Peter and y/n meeting after finishing their studies tears after high school only to realise that their feelings are as strong if not stronger as they used to be and they they get back to being in love 💙💙💙

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You and Peter ended badly.

Neither of you had managed to keep the relationship going after high school and messed it up real bad. The fake smiles and distance meant everything. The two of you were just to far away both mentally and physically to keep it going.

The only reason the two of you had clanged onto it was the memory of high school and the souvenirs of the first time you truly felt love. So when you finally decided it was time to stop this mess, it ended up hurting both of you and messing up your friendship.

But lately, everything made you think about him. The blue sweaters of your boyfriend made you think of Peter’s collection of blue cardigans and flannels. His plain white T-shirts’ started to bore you and you couldn’t get your mind off Peter’s pun shirts that you bet were still somewhere in his closet.

“You ok?” Jack asked as he scrolled through his computer.

You nodded rubbing your warm teacup as you stared at the bright red spiderman sticker on his computer, for the first time in a while wishing it was Peter behind the screen, rather then Jack.

You started questioning everything when you realized it had been more than four years since you and Peter broke up. Your two year anniversary with Jack sent fear into your stomach as you realized it had been that long.

You would be lying if you said you never missed Peter. Because you did. You missed the smell of his shampoo and the way he would dress. You missed his voice and the jokes he would crack every so often. Each one of them being so stupid you had to laugh. You missed playing board games until 3 am and your monthly Star Wars marathons. You missed the Star Wars debates and waking up by him tapping on your window in his spider suit both your breakfasts in hand.

The simple thought of him made you want to snap your fingers and go back, go back to a simple life with him, one where you could fully be yourself.

It wasn’t that Jack was a bad boyfriend… He was just sometimes a little shallow. He would go and watch the games every week with his friends, forgetting anniversaries or even important moments of your life. He would also gawk about how much he hated Star Wars right in front of you, and sometimes even saying how stupid the people who did were.

So you hid your true self all the time. You even had to hide your Star Wars hoodies and shirts at MJs by fear of him finding them and throwing them away like the rest of the things you owned that he hated.

And for the anniversaries? Well, you just cried in a corner or sucked it up as you would always do.

You wished you could have gotten at least one more bouquet of flowers from Jack, or at least a cute gesture. But since you had passed the one year bar, everything seemed to slowly go away.

The chorus of Smack that from Akon ft. Eminem brought you back to real life. You shook your head as you realized it was Jack’s ring tone and slightly frowned sick of hearing this song each time he got a call.

He took his phone and looked at it. You scanned his face and saw nothing changed in his features.

“I have to go, babe.” He quickly replied before giving you a smile and leaving out the door. The second he left you let out a sigh of frustration as he didn’t even give you a goodbye kiss, or anything else to go with a loving goodbye.

You eyed the door before deciding to go out and get a change of scenery.

To be honest you were even getting sick of that apartment. Everything was his and left no room for you. Little by little all your gadgets had been replaced with his or even disappeared. For example, the little teddy bear MJ had given you for your friendaversy had gone missing a few weeks ago and so did a souvenir from France.

The more you thought about your relationship with Jack, the more you felt like you were taking a sip of poison each day, waiting until you had the right amount in your system to kill you. The more you were going forward, the more it felt like you were hurting yourself, and it felt terrible.

You walked into an area of Manhattan you hadn’t been to in months and stopped at your favorite coffee shop, the one Jack couldn’t stand.

He said he didn’t like the way it smelled, looked, and just the whole vibe. But you were holding this place close to your heart. The decorations, the scent, the tables, and the memory they held. Everything about made you sick and happy at the same time.

You ordered the same thing you use to, and sat at the same table, pressing your forehead against the window, looking at the quiet streets sighing to yourself as you thought back to everything wrong with your life.

Suddenly your ears caught the soft sounds of the bells and the door hitting the wall with a loud thud.

A breathless brunette had almost run in, cash falling out of his hand. He fumbled in his spot before picking it up and looking up towards the counter where a variety of pastries were presented. That’s when you realized who it was.

It was Peter.

Your first love, Peter Parker.

The one you couldn’t get off your mind for the past few weeks, the one you missed so much he even hunted your dreams.

You kept your eyes focused on him as he ordered a chai latte as you remembered, and a white choco chip cookie to go. You watched as he walked towards the waiting spot and waited, not touching his cookie as he wanted to have it at the same time as his drink.

“Peter?” The barista called out as he placed the cup on the counter.

Peter grabbed it with a smile and looked up meeting your eyes.

That’s something he never thought he would have the luck to again.

His heart froze he as he saw you. You were dressed in a beige trench coat he had never seen before, the color suiting you well. Your hair was casually resting on your shoulders and to his surprise you were smiling back at him, and even waving. He smiled back as he decided to walk up to you, not caring if it was weird.

You see Peter missed you too. He actually missed you a lot. Peter had broken up with his girlfriend because he couldn’t take you out of his mind. He thought the poor girl would take you off his mind, but it just made it worst. Peter couldn’t stop thinking about you and it tormented him during the whole relationship. To be honest, he was so scared to break up with her he thought he was going to end up like Ross from friends when he said the wrong name at the altar.

“Hey.” Peter smiled.

“Hey.” You gave back the smile and pointed to the seat in front of you. “You can sit if you want? It’s been a while.” You stated before bringing the cup back to your mouth.

“Sure you don’t mind?” He said placing a hand on the chair, tapping it with his fingers.

“Yeah.” You nodded with a happy smile.

Peter sat down and placed his cookie on top of the wrapping using it as a plate, your heart skipping a beat as you saw him smile.

“How’s life?” He asked before taking a sip of his chai.

“Alright.” You let out a sad chuckled. “Could be better.” You folded your arms.

“Oh.” He replied looking at you with soft eyes, wondering if you were truly unhappy with your life.

“Don’t worry tho.” You smiled before placing a strand of hair behind your ear. “How’s life for you?”

“Good. Im starting the Parker Industries. It’s going pretty well.” He replied proudly.

“Really?” Your eyes widen. “You’re finally getting your dream?”

“Yeah.” His cheeks turned a light shade of red under your impressed stare.

“But that’s amazing. Running an industry like this is huge.” You stated making Peter blush even more.

“Well, I had help. And everything was already laid down by Tony.” He scratched the back of his head his blush still present

“And? It’s still huge that someone so young managed to do this!” You exclaimed.

“Well, thank you.”

Minutes turned into hours and you felt like you hadn’t lived during these four years without Peter. Everything you missed about him came hitting you in the face. His laugh, his scent, the joy in his eyes, the more you talked with him the more you could sense the slight changes in his life. He looked good, even better you thought. Everything you loved about him was still there, but he had become even more mature and almost better then you remembered.

Your phone rang and the familiar contact of your boyfriend popped up.

“Oh crap. I have to go.” You made a face as you looked at your phone, cursing the stars that he was in your life. “But I really had a good time.” You looked up to him with a sincere smile.

“Me too.” He smiled getting lost in your eyes, the ones he missed for the past years. “Um, let me accompany you.” He fumbled with his hands as he offered you a walk home. “Make sure your safe.” He winked and you chuckled at his remark.

“Alright, Spider-man.” You bumped your shoulder in his as you walked out of the shop and into the tall buildings of New York.

“Im glad the start of Peter industries is going well.” You smiled as you fumbled with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

“Yeah! Me too! Happy’s been a great help tho.” He smiled as he continued walking.

You felt more peaceful with Peter then you had ever been with Jack. Maybe it was just knowing Peter was Spider-man, but his company felt nicer than his.

You felt the sparks that were once there come back, your heart skipping a beat as your hand brushed his.

“This is my stop.” You awkwardly stood in front of your building. Peter felt a weight in his stomach as he didn’t want to leave you.

Peter stopped and awkwardly shifted in his spot and so did you.

“I like your sweatshirt.” He replied pointing to your Star Wars themed sweater.

“Thanks. You would love the person who gave it to me.” You smirked mindlessly getting closer to him.

“Aha! I think I know him!” Peter placed a hand over his chin. “Isn’t it the guy who dresses in red and blue, saves a bunch of people?” He tittled his head.

“Maybe.” You wiggled your eyebrows before the two of you fell into peaceful laughter.

As it slowly quieted down you met his eyes, getting lost in their honey color you missed so much.

You let yourself go into autopilot as you both slowly leaned in for a kiss.

“I can’t.” You rested your head on Peter’s shoulder skipping the kiss. “I have a boyfriend.” You sighed feeling more weight into your stomach as all you wanted to do was kiss him. “I’m so sorry Peter.”

“Agh. It’s alright.” Peter’s face twisted as he awkwardly patted your shoulder.

You removed your head from his shoulder and looked up to him, a mix of guilt and desire mixed in your mind.

“I’m really sorry Peter, seriously.”

“Hey don’t worry about it.” His cheeks were slightly red and he looked to the floor playing with a rock. “Um my spidey senses and tangling. I’ll um see you later.” He awkwardly nodded before leaving you in front of your building feeling like an idiot.

You let out a soft scream of frustration before walking up to your apartment just too meet your boyfriend. You took one look at his face and felt nothing. You started to ask yourself what you ever saw in him.

In an instant you missed Peter’s touch, you missed everything you had. You looked at your phone and wondered if even with the failed kiss you could break up with Jack and get him back.

You looked back up to him, the bright daylight shining in his green eyes. Your stare shifted to a poorly hidden hickey on the side of his neck.

“What is this?” You asked as you placed your finger on his neck, the cheap foundation staining your fingers.

“Oh, nothing.” He chuckled trying to get away from the truth. “I hit my neck.”

“And you covered it with cheap foundation?” You raised an eyebrow and showed him your stained fingers.

“Yeah, thought it didn’t look good.” He added.

“Jack who gave you this hickey?” You asked way calmer on the outside.

“No one, it’s a bruise.” He tried to laugh it off.

“Jack don’t lie to me.” You looked back into his eyes.

“Your so paranoid chillax.” He shook his head before digging his head in his phone.

You grabbed the sweater he was holding and put it up to your face.

“Why does it smell like Chanel n5?” You stated bringing it back down, listing the people you knew who used it.

“I don’t know because it’s your perfume?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“You know I don’t wear your hoodies.” You looked at him but his stare was elsewhere. “And my perfume is from Chloe.” You replied feeling the tears fall down your cheeks.

“Well, what do you want me to say? That I cheated on you?” He looked back up to you and you froze not able to nod or reply.

“Because I did! Is that what you want to hear?”

You thought your relationship was risking a landslide, well it was already a landslide. It was crumbling to pieces in front of your eyes and you didn’t even see it.

“What are you doing?” He asked you almost raising his tone as you grabbed a duffle bag and walked to your room.

“Moving out.” You replied all happiness drained out your voice.

“Hey, Hey! We can work this out!” He said and grabbed your arm. “C'mon baby.” He gave you a large smile.

“Kate wears Chanel number 5.” You said as you stuffed your favorite shirts inside your bag, adding jeans and a dress on the way.

“So?” He scoffed once again.

“So you’ve been ‘going to tennis club’ with her for almost a year now.” You felt more tears as you dropped your bag and walked to his closet to pick up his jet clean tennis racket. “Does this look used to you?” You started feeling dumb for not seeing it before. You grabbed the plastic container filled with tennis balls that he stuffed in his bag every week and opened it.

“The balls are still bright yellow.” You scoffed as you threw one in his face. You brought a new one to your nose and smelled the industrial smell of a brand new tennis ball. “They smell new.” You paused to look him in the eyes before throwing the ball in his face and shoving the rest of the pack on the floor. “I’ve played enough tennis in my childhood to know this.”

You let out a bitter laugh and grabbed your toiletry bag stuffing it with your clothes. You walked to your closet one more time and grabbed a box filled with a few Star Wars sweatshirts.

You spotted the one Peter had given you a few years ago and slipped it on before grabbing your bag and storming out.

“I’ll pick up the rest later, don’t bother texting me. We’re done here.”

You let out a sob of relief, anger, and sadness as you stepped into the elevator wiping your face before the doors opened again.

You felt like you couldn’t control your fingers as you texted Peter, asking him to join you at the coffee shop you had met the previous hour.

Of course, Peter accepted and arrived there in a hurry, waiting for you at the usual table.

Peter shuffled in his spot as he wondered why you wanted to meet him so suddenly, especially after what had happened. He turned his head towards the door as he heard the familiar bells ring. He saw you, a bag on your shoulder and puffy red eyes. His face twisted as he wondered what could have possibly happened to you.

All the worries about your previous conversation had drifted away as he saw you like this. As you got closer he stood up, wanting to comfort you, not caring if you weren’t his anymore.

“What happened.” He asked as you stopped right in front of him, not saying a word. You dropped your bag on the floor next to him and shifted your stare from his lips to his eyes. Without even thinking you closed the gap between your two bodies, crashing your lips to his.

Peter’s eyes lit up in surprise before he let himself melt Into the kiss, snaking his hands around your waist slightly picking you up. He let out a sigh of relief as he realized how much he missed you.

You let your hand come up to his hair, missing the feel of his soft curls in your fingers. Your other hand came up to his cheek, the warmth of it bringing a sudden comfort. You slightly pulled away and let out a soft chuckle before bringing your lips back to his.

“I’ve missed this.” You chuckled your lips still against his before resting your forehead against his.

“Me too.”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #Peter Parker Imagine #Peter Parker x you #peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom Holland #tom Holland x y/n #tom holland imagine #spider man x reader #spider man x you #spider man x y/n #spider man imagine

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rawritzrobin · 3 years

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Glitter and Crimson

Title: Glitter and Crimson Chapter 2

Pairing: Jason Todd x Stella Covington (My OC)

Warnings: Cursing, past major character death, a little bit angsty, fluff.

Summary: The team regroup back in the Batcave. Back home, Stella and Jason have a rough night.

Sequel to Angel Amongst Bats

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Trouble in Paradise

Jason groans, taking off his mask and throws it on the large steel table.

“Rough night?” Tim asked sarcastically.

Jason turned around to glare at him, but Tim wasn’t looking at him. He was busy typing away the computer. Jason turned around and huffed, crossing his arms in anger. At the moment he looked like a giant man child.

Jason looked around the cave. Though his relationship with Bruce had gotten better over the years, they still weren’t that close. He hadn’t been back in the Batcave since Stella left. The caved remained the same.

Cold, dark, and gloomy.

A quiet groan came from the medical table next to Tim. Jason turned his attention to Dick, who was waking up from whatever Giggles had thrown at him. Dick sat up and place a hand on his head. He let out an annoyed sigh.

“Every single time she catches me by surprise. You would think I would know by now?”

Jason rolls his eyes. “Thats the reason I wear a mask over my face. You think this is for looks?” He said waving his red mask in the air.

Dick shruged, and stepped off the medical table.

Tim ignored their banter. He was too busy looking for where Jester and Giggles might have gone.

“Any luck?” Dick asked from behind.

Tim shook his head. “Not yet. But I’m running a scan of particles in the air. Hopefully that will tell us exactly what type of portal they used.”

“It was a boom tube.” A voice said from the entrance of the cave.

Everyone turned to look at the figure standing next to Bruce.

Zatanna Zatara grinned and winked at the boys in the cave. She drew her wand, and in an instant, disappeared from Bruces side and appeared next to Tim and Dick. Tim brought his attention back to the screen, typing away furiously.

Bruce and Damian walked down to join her. Jason stayed in his spot a few feet away from them. He tried not to make eye contact with Zatanna. His place in the hero universe was still a little unknown.

Zatanna pulls out a USB from her coat pocket.

“May I?” She asks Tim.

Tim pulls back and gestures to the computer. She plugs the usb in, and multiple screens pop up.

“We had a run in with Mirror Master a few weeks back. He managed to get the upper hand on Barry, and stole one of his boom tube devices. We were wondering why someone like him would even need a boom tube, but our questions were answered when we traced a portal to Gotham tonight.”

Zatanna pulls up a video of the warehouse fight. This grabs Jason’s attention.

They watch as Dick appears on the footage, only to be knocked out by something falling from the sky in a puff of smoke. They fast forward to the part where Jason show’s up, and the portal is already open behind Jester and Giggles.

“Looks like Jester has made some friends.” Tim says.

Zatanna’s frowns. “According to my spells, they went to Earth 17-b.”

Tim tenses.

“No.” He says grimly.

“Whats in Earth 17-b?”

Tim turns to face Jason, his face full of worry. “That’s Stella’s world.”

Jason stands up. Zatanna, turns to look at him and takes a semi-defensive stance.

“Are you sure?”

Tim nods sullenly. “Positive. We write each other every week.”

Jason tenses. Why would that psychopath go there? Hasn’t he ruined her life enough? What was his plan? A million things ran through his mind. But he knew what his next course of action was.

“Send me there. I’ll take care of him.”

Tim shakes his head. “Jason there is no way we are sending you there alone. You don’t know anything about that world.”

“I know that monster is there. I know he is there to mess with Stella. I know I have to be there to warn and protect her.”

Tim stays silent. Jason ignores the many gazes in the room, and moves to put on his armor and mask. He walks up to Tim.

“Open a portal. I’m going. And if you won’t do it I know a certain someone who will send me there.”

“I’m in.”

Jason’s head snapped up.

Dick walked up to Jason and put a hand on his shoulder.

“If Stella’s in danger, I want in. Plus, I wouldn’t mind seeing that worlds Nightwing again. He’s a great guy.”

Jason did not argue. He merely nodded.

“If you guys are going I want in.” Tim turned his wheelchair to face them. “And before you say anything, I am capable of taking care of myself.”

The others merely looked down at him, unsure about Tim’s decision.

“I’m going. You’re not the only one with friends who have boom tubes.”

Jason and Dick exchanged glances. Jason shrugs. “Sure. Why not?”

Dick was a little bit hesitant, but nodded and agreed.

Zatanna let out a small sigh and shrugged. “Okay, whatever you guys want.”

She brought out a remote from her jacket. How that thing fit in such a small jacket was beyond Jason’s comprehension. She punches in a few codes and a yellow portal opens up in front of them.

They all step forward, but Dick stops them mid step.

“Wait. Shouldn’t we come up with a plan of some sort before we jump into another world?”

Jason pushes his arm down. “Jester is in Stella’s world. She’s in danger. We don’t have time for a plan.” He steps through the portal first.

“We’ll plan as we go.” Tim said, eager to see Stella once again. He rolled his wheelchair into the portal after Jason.

Dick looked at Zatanna, who had a disapproving look on her face, then at Batman, who unsurprisingly had on a stoic expression. Dick couldn’t tell what he thought about their plan. Dick merely sighed and stepped through the portal, deep down hoping that nothing goes wrong.

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Stella blinked and looked around the room she was in. It was familiar, but not in a good way. She wriggles her hands and realizes she is in chains. Her eyes widen in panic as she takes in the room she was in.

“No.” She quietly whispers. “It can’t be.” She escaped. Jason came and took her home. There was no way.

“Oh but it can my little birdie.” A voice came from the shadows.

Stella quickly turns her head in the direction of the voice. A dark figure steps out from the shadows. With two steps forward, the figure moves into the light. Stella struggles against the chains as she quickly realizes who the figure in the room was.

In an instant, he was in front of her face. He grinned widely and laughed a menacingly wild laugh. Tears started to flow down her cheeks.

“I’m back.” He says in a teasing tone.

Stella opens her eyes and gasps. She quickly sits up and runs her fingers through her hair. She places on hand over her heart and tries to regulate her breathing. She clenches her eyes shut and tries to relax when she realizes it was all just a dream.

“Doll?”

She opens her eyes to see a concerned looking Jason standing next to the bed. He was shirtless and still had on his Red Hood pants. The bathroom light was on and he was holding a fresh pair of boxers. It was clear the had just come home from patrol.

Jason sits on the bed and goes into protective mode once he notices the fear in Stella’s eyes. He wraps his arms around her and she buries her face in the crook of his neck. Stella focuses on her breathing.

1. 2. In and out. 1. 2. In and out. Don’t cry. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real. Don’t cry.

Jason rubs soothing circles into her back. He gently rocks her back and forth while whispering soothing words into her hair.

“It’s okay princess. It was just a dream. I’m here.”

Stella clenches her eyes shut once more and repeats her own words of comfort in her mind.

Jason let out a sad sigh. Their roles were reversed. Stella was usually the one who comforted him after he had a bad dream. But more often than not in recent days, it was him comforting her.

It was always the same nightmare. Stella outright screamed the first time she had it. It scared the living daylight out of Jason that night. He nearly shot his gun into the dark, thinking there was an intruder in the room.

The interaction Stella had with Jester had really messed with her psyche. She would have reoccurring nightmares about the night he kidnapped her. It took a few months for the physical injuries to heal. There were no real physical scars from that night.

But the mental scars? Those would probably never go away.

Some nights she would wake up shaking. The worse nights were when Stella woke up before Jason was home from patrol. On those nights, Jason would come home to Stella in tears or in the middle of a panic attack.

Those nights were the worst.

Jason felt so useless. He hated feeling vulnerable. He could tackle anything thrown at him in the physical world.

But the mind was something else.

Once he felt Stella’s breathing calm down, Jason pulled away to look down at her. The fear in her eyes changed to relief as their eyes met. He smiled softly at her.

“Nightmare?”

She nodded lightly and pressed her face into his shoulders once again. She took a deep breath and took in his scent. He smelled like sweat and cigarettes. Jason never smoked in the same room as her. In fact, he was halfway through quitting. He usually just had one on particularly stressful nights.

Tonight was one of those nights, for both of them.

“Sorry. It’s the hormones.” She mumbled against his skin.

Stella pulls away and looks down at her protruding belly. Jason’s eyes followed her gaze as he brought his hand up to gently rub her stomach.

Stella was 4 months pregnant.

It came as a major surprise. She had always thought about starting a family, especially with Jason. But at that point in time, they had only briefly talked about it. Jason’s vigilante life wasn’t exactly the safest and Stella wasn’t planning on having kids this early on in her life.

She panicked at first. After a week of throwing up, Stella went to a doctor thinking she had a bad case of food poisoning. Imagine her surprise when the doctor confirmed that she was indeed pregnant. Her first stop after the doctors office was straight into the arms of Alfred. He was the first person she had told. He was ecstatic, which made Stella feel a little less nervous about the whole thing. She was worried Jason wouldn’t want it. She spent the whole night freaking out next to Alfred. But the look on Jason’s face when she told him changed both their minds.

When Stella told Jason the news, he hugged her so hard she had to push him off her.

“Jay. You’re cutting off air to the baby.”

The baby.

Those two words rocked Jasons world, in the best way possible. He had always wanted to be a father one day, especially with Stella. He had a grin on his face the entire month after she told him. The whole family thought there was something wrong with him. They even confronted Stella about Jason being on some sort of upper drug. When they all found out, they couldn’t be happier.

A baby on the way brought on a source of normalcy. A spark of hope that each and every one of the bat crew had a chance at a family. That night, Dick bought 20 pairs of onesies, a stroller, and a carseat. Stella laughed when he showed up at their doorstep with an arm full of baby supplies.

Surprisingly, Bruce was super supportive. He had always wanted his kids to have a normal life outside of Batman. This was Jason’s chance to get away from it all. His chance to give his Jason a normal life, something Bruce could never give him.

Bruce offered to buy them a house the next day. Stella outright refused at first. It wasn’t like her and Jason weren’t making a decent living. Keep in mind the Covington estate rivaled the Wayne empire. It took a lot of begging and persuasion, but eventually Jason and Stella relented. They would be looking at homes with Bruce’s real estate agent next Friday. Jason wasn’t quite ready to give up their cushy, heavily secured apartment just yet.

The pregnancy started off okay. Stella’s case of morning sickness were bad some days, but most days she felt fine.

The cravings were real. Stella always had to have some sort of bread and butter at all times. It was so strange. One time, she sent Jason down the street to pick up Pop Tarts after patrol because the baby really wanted Pop Tarts. So at 4am, the Red Hood went to a 7-11 to buy a box of chocolate sundae Pop Tarts. The look on the cashiers face was priceless.

Things were going well.

At first.

It wasn’t until her second trimester, the nightmares began.

They stared off small. The usual nightmares your average Joe would have. Showing up late to a big meeting with investors wearing nothing but her underwear, a room full of spiders that wouldn’t die, teeth falling out, etc.

But the ones involving Jester were always the worst.

Stella sighed and looked up at Jason. His hair was slicked with sweat and she noticed a newly stitched up wound on his right bicep. She quickly looked for more wounds, but luckily it seemed like he only had one tonight. He continued to look down at her, his eyes still full of concern.

“Sorry Jay. I’m okay now. Go shower yeah?” She said, smiling lightly.

“Are you sure? The shower can wait until you’re asleep.”

Stella shook her head. “No way. Go shower before your dirty sweat gets into that wound and it gets infected. Besides, you stink.” She said with a laugh gently pushing him away.

Jason rolled his eyes and placed a kiss on her head. “I’ll be quick. Do you need anything?”

She shook her head again. “I’m okay.”

He looked at her sadly. He noticed the hesitation in her words. The sleepless nights were slowly starting to get to her. He knew how it felt to be afraid of falling asleep. But he didn’t want to pry and start something that would take more sleep from her tonight.

Jason helped tuck her in before placing a kiss onto her lips. Stella’s eyes were already starting to close from exhaustion. It was the third night in a row she woke up from a nightmare. She was exhausted.

“I’ll be right back.” He said with another kiss on her head. He grabbed the clothes he set aside, and moved quickly into the bathroom, keeping the door open incase something happened again.

Stella closed her eyes. She wanted to wait for Jason to come back before falling asleep, but sleep caught her before he was able to finish.

#Glitter and Crimson #Red Hood #Jason Todd #Jason Todd x OC #Nightwing #Batman #Sequel #Tim Drake #DCU #DC #I write things #fanfcition #Stella Covington #Jason Todd x original female character #AU #batfamily #batboys #red robin

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immortalcoelacanth · 4 years

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HLVRAI Oneshot: A Goodnight (Kiss) Passport Check

*kicks down door*

FUCK I HAVE FALLEN INTO ANOTHER FANDOM AND CANNOT GET OUT! I would like to blame my friends (you know who you are) for dragging me into this pit and causing me to get inspired to write things, so BEHOLD!

A FLUFF ONESHOT BASED ON THE ABSCOND AU CREATED BY @godros(not that you really need to know about that AU for context as it’s just... fluff, but check it out if you’re interested!)

Word count: 1412

Summary: Even in his dreams, Benrey just had to check Gordon’s passport.

Gordon was, to put it bluntly, exhausted.

Aside from his typical work, he had also been more involved in the lives of his… friends.

Could he call them that? Friends? Technically they were nothing more than data and code, but they felt real. They engaged with him, spoke with him, and acted like they all cared about him in their own way.

Even Bubby, who never failed to point out how much he dragged the Science Team down at times, expressed his own concern when he faltered or got “hurt”.

Always with a near excessive amount of cursing, but it was concern nonetheless!

And then there was Benrey.

The asshole troll who was always asking about his passport or playing games with him on the Playstation. His snide comments and quips were intermingled with jokes, making it challenging to read his emotions and figure out how he actually felt about things.

Benrey was an enigma of sorts, someone who enraged and intrigued Gordon. As such it was all the more emotionally draining when interacting with the AI, leaving him mentally and physically exhausted.

Hey, moving your arms around a bunch might be great for building up muscle, but doing such a thing for a long period of time made them feel like led. Plus, there was the struggle of trying to get his gear off after every session and clean up any messes he made, he still needed to replace that lamp after one of his earlier sessions...

So, it was no surprise when Gordon passed out at his desk, head buried in his arms as he snored away. The monitor in front of him was shut off, all computing tasks done for the day. His VR gear was strewn around the desk here and there, and all was silent in the room.

Silent, that is, until the monitor slowly turned back on.

The screen glowed with a faint light, showing nothing but a grey expanse. Movement happened somewhere beyond it, causing the screen to ripple as though it were made of water. A disturbing sight made all the more worrisome as a pair of hands appeared.

First poking at the fluid barrier, causing it to ripple further before eventually reaching through to the sleeping man beyond. Gordon was still snoring away, completely unaware of what was going on as one of the hands poked at his face while the other picked up a lock of his hair and gently felt it.

Seeing that the man did not wake up from the touch, the owner of the hands decided to kick things up a notch. Both of Gordon’s forearms were gripped, not too tightly, and he was yanked through the screen.

Nothing broke or tore, there were no sounds of pain of electrical malfunctions. All was as silent and peaceful as it had previously been.

On this side of the screen, that is, but on the other side things were not quite as calm. Benrey stood over the still sleeping leader of the Science Team, arms crossed and grinning to himself as he took in the humorous sight before him.

Gordon was crumpled over and somewhat folded in half as he continued to sleep, oblivious to everything that had happened. Suppressing a snicker, Benrey gently booted the slumbering man in the side and spoke.

“nice landing, feetman.”

Funnily enough, it was the butchering of his last name that caused Gordon’s eyes to snap open. He immediately noticed his predicament and flailed, resulting in him falling onto his side while Benrey started laughing loudly, smacking a hand against the front of his helmet as a smile took over his face.

It was always Gordon who made him smile…

A faint chill ran down his spine, Benrey’s good mood evaporating in an instant while the panicked man finally managed to detangle himself and stand up. He brushed off his clothes and looked at the empty space they were both in, a sea of grey. His brows narrowed in confusion.

“Benrey? You-what happened? Where the hell is this?!”

“you’re… uh... dreaming, bro.” Benrey lazily waved his hands in the air while he spoke, as if to emphasize his point. “that’s pretty gay, you… you gaydon feetman now or somethin’?”

“DREAM-stOP TALKING ABOUT MY FEET!” If he was dreaming, Gordon was certain he would pop a blood vessel in no time if this conversation kept up. “And the only kind of dream I’d have with you in it would be a nightmare!”

“ouch, bro… that’s kinda mean.” Despite the words, Benrey’s tone continued to be void of any emotion other than mild amusement, and it only continued to set Gordon off.

“YOU’RE KIND OF MEAN! You keep harassing me for my passport and you KILLED all those other scientists and guards-”

“yeah well they… uh… suck at their jobs. i… i gotta fire bad employees bro-”

“WITH A GUN?!”

“ya it’s-it’s standard procedure and… uh… stuff. ask tommy about it later or whatever.”

Gordon pressed the bridge of his nose between his finger and thumb, exhaling sharply as he felt a headache begin to build behind his eyes. “Okay, wonderful, lovely. Are there any other morally grey questions I need to ask?”

“nah but you uhhhh gotta show me your passport.”

And now Gordon was squatting on the ground, not able to fully process the request. “Well I told you I didn’t have it! And I’m apparently dreaming anyways! Do-do I need a dream passport or something?!”

“ya.”

His legs gave out under him, resulting in the exasperated man now sitting on the ground and staring up at Benrey in pure befuddlement and rage. “You-I don’t have it! When will you get that through your thick skull?”

“nah, you do.”

“I-WHAT?”

As Gordon contemplated everything leading up to this moment, and why in the world his mind had decided to torment him tonight, Benrey made his move.

“i’ll, uh, check it for you. cause we’re… uh... bros’n stuff.”

Before he could ask what this checking would entail, and what Benrey was even checking in the first place, the security guard leaned down and pressed a quick kiss against Gordon’s lips.

He was speechless.

“mhm, everything’s… uh… up to code there.” Benrey noted, nodding to himself before sitting down beside the stunned man. An eternity seemed to pass before Gordon managed to speak up.

“W-What was that?”

“i checked your passport, man. nothin’ special.”

“I…” Gordon sighed and buried his face in his hands. “I’m gonna stop questioning things because you never answer anything I ask and you’re the most obnoxious, unreliable person I’ve ever met-”

“you say somethin’ dude?”

“... No.” He muttered, thoroughly fed up with the situation. “I’m gonna go back to sleep and wake up back at my desk and everything’s gonna be perfectly fine and I won’t have you tormenting me. Yeah, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“aw, lame. i thought we were gonna… uh, play some games.”

“Nope, sleeping now.”

“brooooooo i can’t believe you’re leaving me hanging like thiiiiiiiiis.”

“I’m not leaving you hanging since I never agreed to anything.”

“bro,” Benrey let out his own sigh, a stream of blue escaping his mouth and causing Gordon to yawn due to how close he was to the other man.

Actually, had he gotten closer to him? Previously there had been some space between them, but now they were both shoulder to shoulder. Gordon blinked and tried to speak, but found a yawn escaping his mouth when he opened it.

Damn, of course he felt like passing out when he wanted to ask questions. Stupid sweet voice…

As if somehow knowing what Gordon was thinking about, Benrey let out a short laugh as the other man started leaning against him due to his growing exhaustion.

“sweet dreams, gaydon feetman.”

When Gordon next awoke, he found himself seated in front of his computer as usual. The monitor was still off, everything was exactly where he had put it, and there was no sign of anything being disturbed. He stretched a bit, feeling his back pop as his bones cracked, before scratching his chin.

“Huh, maybe it was a dream…”

Of course, during his next encounter with Benrey later on in the day he did notice a faint redness to the other’s cheeks and wondered all over again if that “passport check” had been real or not.

And a much quieter part of him wanted to ask whether he had passed or not.

#my story #fanfiction #hlvrai #hlvrai gordon #hlvrai benrey #gordon and benrey are wholesome gay #fluff #benrey is smooth as fuck #gordon is just confused #hlvrai au #abscond au

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liamscxtt · 3 years

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a day in the life ; self para

when: thursday, august 28th

where: literally everywhere

nb: just a brief (long) narrative of what the typical day looks like for liam.

trigger warnings: homelessness, death and drug mentions, drug abuse

5:00am

there’s a moment when you first wake up when everything is just a haze. a moment when you forget who you are, what day it is -- all of your problems just don’t exist, for that moment. the moment only lasted a few seconds before the blaring sound of the alarms coming from the phone bring you back to the brutal aspects of reality. and yet, those were the best five seconds for liam.

groaning, he turned over and tapped on his screen, desperately trying to shut the alarm off; the bright screen burning his already sleep deprived eyes. he probably only got about three hours of sleep, if that. he was used to it at this point, and then there were days like today. days where he wanted to wither into the depths of his own self-loathing.

he looked out the window to see the sun beginning to rise. a sky painted with shades of blues, purples, and oranges, almost like a messy yet somewhat neatly put together painting made by a middle schooler. there was something beautiful about waking up with the sun, parts of it that brought him peace. his sister loved watching the sunrise - she always went on and on about how sunrises were the true underdog; how mother nature picked it’s most beautiful mixture of colors for the sunrises, all because it took a special person to appreciate the beauty that came from it. he never really understood what she meant, until he was forced to watch the sun rise every single morning. and as always, she was right. sunsets had nothing against sunrises.

these quiet mornings were the best part of liam’s day. the hours where he felt most connected to his sister and to himself. the hours he felt truly at peace. it was crazy to think that liam’s favorite time of the day was between 5:00am and 6:30am.

he turned on his car to play youtube on his aux before climbing out of his vehicle. the sweet melody’s of the soft pitched tunes filled his car and the immediate area surrounding it, and a smile creeped on his face as one of her favorite songs began playing in the background. he wasn’t religious, but there was a part of him that truly found strength in knowing that his sister wasn’t far away.

he rolled up the worn down mattress topper, collected his pillow and blanket in one hand. he broke down his bed as he pushed the backseat of his 2006 ford escape upright and neatly tucked his belongings into his trunk.

5:30am

he pulled into the vacant parking lot of the soulstice gym. the gym was set to open in a half hour; luckily for him, there weren’t many college students that would dare to wake up at the crack of dawn just to work out. he stuffed everything he needed to get ready for the day into a duffle bag; shower supplies, and a clean outfit. he desperately needed to do laundry, and he needed to get food...but pay day wasn’t until next week. he was gonna have to find cash, and find it quick - maybe he’ll just pick up another shift at the bar. he practically lived at that place now.

his footsteps echoed through as he walked through the empty fitness center; not even the cleaners had arrived for their early morning shift. he quickly hopped into the showers and get ready for the day. lord knows he needed to wash the dirt and sins that painted his skin from the previous nights festivities. he couldn’t even recall what exactly happened, and that was both a blessing and a curse. it was shortly after he turned on all the lights and greeted the early morning cleaners, jimmy and george.

“good morning, son!” greeted george.

“mornin’, will.” jimmy greeted shortly after.

jimmy and george worked closely together, and were usually gone for the day 2pm; and yet, liam knew the guys quite well.

jimmy is in his early-forties, married with two children. he worked two full time jobs to get his children through school. his son played division II baseball at a school somewhere in the midwest, and is majoring in sports education. he wants to be a gym teacher. his daughter is studying to be a nurse at monarch. she aspires to work in women’s health. jimmy always spoke so highly of them two.

george is in his mid-sixties, but is still kicking it like he’s twenty. he’s also married with children and even grandchildren, but his story is more tragic. he’s a retired firefighter, who is still working a full time job because his pension wasn’t enough to make ends meet. can’t make ends meet. his only daughter passed away at a young age - drug overdose, he says. his only son is constantly in and out of jail for drug charges - leaving george and his wife to take care and raise their two grandchildren, layla and michael. layla is 14 and is getting ready to start high school. she loves to play volleyball, and apparently is a natural. michael is 9 and is getting ready to start fourth grade. he love cars, spider man, legos, sonic, and baseball cards. he wants to be a youtube gamer when he grows up. liam didn’t know the kid, but he thought he was fucking awesome.

two completely different stories, and yet liam believed that those two men deserved the world and then some.

“what’s up, guys?” liam greeted with a smile as he filled up his metal water bottle at the nearest filling station. “when are the kids set to go back, george?”

“this coming monday. mikey’s already complaining how he doesn’t need school to be a youtuber. apparently he’s ‘done his research’.” the comment makes both liam and jimmy laugh.

“tell the little man to put that energy into a sport, or a trade. i need a new mechanic.” jim jested, once again causing the other two to laugh. “what about you, will? getting ready to start the semester back up? gabby is already stressing because some of her professors already posted the syllabus.”

“shit, i haven’t even gotten my textbooks yet. i might have to join mikey with this whole youtuber plan and hope for the best.” liam said with a nervous chuckle. he almost had completely forgotten about the upcoming semester approaching.

to quickly divert the question away from him, he spoke once more. “say, george. i found a few baseball cards at the bar the other night. remind me to bring them in for you.”

“you’ll make that boys entire week. maybe i’ll use that to bribe him to go to school.”

jimmy just smiled. “you’re a good kid, scotty boy. never change.”

2:30pm

it had only been a half hour since liam clocked out from his morning job, and he quickly made his way over to the library. the mention of school that morning brought liam into a panic. he grabbed a spot at one of desks in the computer station, powering on the device and pulling out his notebook. luckily enough, most of the textbooks he needed the library had available. leaving his stuff behind, he went to go fetched them.

he already had mastered the technique of not having his own textbooks. every week, he would go and scan all of the chapters he needed for each and every class. luckily, monarch offered free scanning and printing. he made small talk with the librarian that sat at the desk nearby as he printed out at least three weeks worth of chapters for each of his classes.

he sat down once more, and took the time to put the pile of papers neatly into his binder. it was time to start planning.

6:30pm

now it was time to work his night time job, mars bar. he was working with adrian tonight, so he knew it wouldn’t be that bad.

his stomach had been grumbling half way through his shift. he hadn’t eaten anything all day. but he continued to push through. he had to, at least until pay day. he continued to chug water; if his stomach was full of water, his body didn’t have time to remind him that it needed some sort of nutrients. he was a master manipulator when it came to his own body now.

1:00am

the rounded out the tips that he received from his customers. it was a good night, and luckily enough he would be able to do laundry the next day. his body was tired, though; aching from the lack of sleep and abuse his body endured from the festivities. he felt like he could sleep for an entire month, and then some.

he drove around for a bit after his shift, a thing he did as he needed to both unwind and find a somewhat safe space to park his car. university police were patrolling the parking lots that night, which immediately told him not to park there. he couldn’t park in greek row - too many people he knew by this point. he was left to park in a nearby park, in a nearby neighborhood. he found himself saying a small prayer that nobody would mess with him that night.

he lit up a joint once he found his place, feeling the smoke fill his lungs as he listened to the calming music that played on the radio. ed sheeran was playing, a song from his multiply album. it was one of his and his sister’s favorite albums. that’s the one thing they shared in common, their taste in music. but she was more pop in a sense, and he was more edgy. but still, the music brought him comfort.

he got his bed ready; a mattress topper, paired with a pillow and a blanket. he made himself comfortable and looked at his phone, just to see he missed a text from his mother at 10:45pm.

hi honey! spoke with your aunt today, and we’re making plans for christmas. did your father reach out to you? let me know what plans he has set. i’ll arrange my trip around your plans.

i hope you had a great day! i love you! ❤️

her message was followed by a bitmoji image of her holding a huge heart. and he smiled.

i haven’t spoken to him all week, but i’ll reach out tomorrow and let you know. i’ll call you tomorrow. love you ❤️

there was a huge part of him that wanted to call her now, that wanted to tell her he had been struggling both physically and mentally...but then he remembered the damage and the financial burden his injury left. it ruined his family. he ruined his family. and just as he was about to press call, he let out a frustrated sigh before locking his phone and tossing it not too far away from him, rolling over to attempt to get some sort of rest.

just to do the same thing. all. over. again.

#𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦: self-paras #p: a day in the life #don't @ me #this is long af #and it sucks #????: self-paras

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peteywillproceed · 4 years

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“We Were On A Break!” - Part 2

Author’s Note: It’s here! I’ve been so excited to upload this! Thank you again for all the amazing support so far, I can’t believe we hit a hundred followers already! You’re all so so amazing! As usual, let me know if you wanna be added to my tag list, and I hope you enjoy x

Summary: Tom might’ve broken your heart, but the prospect of you moving to another country changes everything (kinda Friends TV show crossover!)

Word Count: 4,720

Read Part 1 First

Turns out, you wouldn’t.

Mostly because Tom couldn’t keep his hands off alcohol. But also because he couldn’t keep his promises either.

Your eyes fluttered open to face an empty bed. It was cold and the covers were gone, and you felt a little furrow of confusion work its way through your brow. You were used to waking up alone when you’d been together, but some how you’d thought this might change things – that he might finally do the half decent thing and bring you some coffee.

But the open door reminded you that to Tom, you’d never be someone he brought coffee to. You were the person that fixed him up when he was pissed, told him how great he was when he was sad. Yet when it came to you, he couldn’t even find it in his heart to stay a little while.

“Tom?” you called, frustration and sleep coating your voice. You groaned, feeling your muscles protest as you sat up, grimacing at the tight jeans and unforgiving fabric of last night’s clothes. You were still half hoping he might just be in the bathroom, but when loud voices drifted up the stairs, cheers from boys still a little drunk from the night before ringing in your ears, you wondered how you’d let him suck you into this in the first place.

In a huff, you threw yourself out of the bed and grabbed your jacket, double checking none of the sneaky bastards downstairs had helped themselves to your purse. A glance at your phone reminded you you’d never told Sarah where you’d ended up last night, and even Cameron had blown it up with calls. Regardless, you’d missed your first lecture, and you wanted to curse Tom for getting under your skin again.

Poking your head out of the door, you wondered if you could just make a dash for it down the stairs. Doing the walk of shame at 10am in the morning when the only thing you had to be ashamed of was how gullible you were wasn’t exactly an experience you were thrilled about, but here you were. You started sneaking away as fast as you could, making it to the door before a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Harrison,” you sighed, dropping the handle in defeat. You glanced past his shoulder to make sure no one else had heard him and put a finger to your lips.

“Are you and Tom back together?” he whispered, eyes lighting up in excitement, and you hastily shook your head.

“No way. I made a mistake last night, probably not the one you think. Now would you save me the embarrassment of having to talk to him?”

Harrison raised an eyebrow, folding his arms as he poked his cheek with his tongue. “You want me to let my best friend make a stupid arse mistake and let you go?”

“Yes?” you said, voice filled with hope, internally screaming as he rolled his eyes.

“Hurry up then, I guess. He’s gonna go for his morning run in about thirty seconds.”

Throwing your head back in relief, you grinned at him and gave him a thumbs up, twisting the handle and darting from the house just in time. As the door clicked shut, you caught the remnants of Harrison brushing off a confused Tom, covering your back as he told him it was just the postman.

As you practically ran down the street, you tried to push Tom to the back of your mind. He was the last person you wanted to deal with right now, and whatever games he was playing could wait. You had bigger priorities right now, and you intended to not let Tom push you about anymore. That was the last time you let him write the rules; from now on, you were in charge.

You turned left at the end of the street, shoving your way into the familiar café on the high street. Your brain was all kinds of messed up, and before you could even start to think about processing last night you needed a huge mug of coffee and the internet.

“Hey, Gunther,” you smiled, ignoring the awe struck look he gave you. “Medium americano to sit in please.”

“Sure, Y/n. No Sarah today? I, uh, kept the sofa free for you.” You followed where he pointed, but there was basically no need for his reserved sign. The café was practically empty.

“Err thanks. But I just need a computer today.”

“Sure, sure. On the house, I’ll bring your drink over in a bit.” He winked at you as you started over towards the computer bar and nabbed the one closest to the radiator, relief washing over you as warmth covered your frozen body.

You tapped your leg impatiently as you waited for it to boot up, annoyed you’d forgotten your phone charger. You were waiting on what could have been the most important email you’d ever receive in your life, and the deadline was last night. You’d been meaning to keep an eye on it all night, but then things had gotten weird with Tom and you’d just forgotten about it.

Studying physics was the hardest but most rewarding thing you’d ever done, but you were graduating and you needed somewhere to keep pushing your mind. So when your professor had brought up that he needed an assistant to work on a PhD program with him in France, you’d jumped at the chance – travel the world, and get an awesome qualification at the same time. All you’d needed was the funding, and today was the day you would know if everything you’d worked for was coming true.

You were holding your breath as the gmail screen loaded, barely acknowledging Gunther’s comment as he set your coffee down beside you. All you could focus on was the string of black text crossing your screen as your eyes scanned the page and took in what it was saying.

“Dear Miss Y/l/n, congratulations, we are delighted to award you the grant to support your further studies in Paris – OH MY GOD!” You screamed in amazement, choking back sobs as all three of the people in the café turned to stare at you. Jesus, you’d done it. Actually done it. You were going to Paris! PARIS! To study the stars! For free!

Your heart was pounding and you could hear the blood racing in your ears. In a haze of blissful amazement, you snatched your phone of the table to call your mum, before remembering it was dead. You could hardly remember getting to your feet and rushing towards the café’s landline, punching in the only number you could remember.

“Y/n? Oh my god! Where’ve you been? We’ve been so worried, we even called your mum thinking you were back there!” Sarah’s panicked voice screamed through the phone, and you wondered how on earth she knew it was you calling.

“Shh, Sarah, shh just be quiet for a sec, okay? I did it! I got the grant! I’m going to Paris!”

There was stunned silence on the other end of the phone, before she too erupted into a set of screams so deafening you had to hold the phone away from your ear. “Y/n that’s amazing! I’m so happy for you! Have you told your mum?”

“No, my phone’s dead and yours was the only number I could remember!” You giggled, relieved to hear Sarah burst into laughter too.

“Oh God, maybe you should call her. She thinks you’ve been kidnapped!”

You rang off quickly, slumping against the wall, overwhelmed by the whole morning. In just the space of a few hours, you’d gone from utterly humiliated to high on happiness and amazement. You’d worked so hard for this, put in so many extra hours just to get half way to where you were today. And here were the results, your future, all laid out in front of you like a pretty picture.

You were going to Paris, to do something you’d always dreamed of doing, ex-boyfriend be damned.

***

A few days later, you were spread out on your bed, putting away the last of your revision notes when you heard the knock on your bedroom door. Figuring it was Sarah who’d forgot her keys, you turned down the music you had playing softly in the background, and called out to her.

“You’d forget your head if it wasn’t screwed on, numpty,” you laughed, snatching the keys off her desk and heading towards the door.

“Err, actually Y/n, it’s me.”

Your hand froze halfway to the door handle, your body rigid with a strange concoction of fear and excitement. You hadn’t heard his deep, velvety voice since last week, and you hated the way the sound sent shivers through your body. You could almost picture him, slumped against the door frame, his fist hovering over the ‘do not disturb’ sign in his usual deliberate ignoring of the rules.

“What, Tom?” you sighed, flinging the door open. God, you didn’t have time for this. You were leaving for Paris in just over a week and you still hadn’t packed half your stuff.

“Can I talk to you a minute?” he asked, his face unreadable. If he was anything, you would have said he looked scared, and the realisation made you start with the shock of seeing him anything other than cocky.

“If you make it quick, I’m busy,” you snapped, standing to one side to let him in.

“Thanks.”

You clicked your tongue and let the door slam shut, folding your arms as he started looking around your room. He trailed his hands over your bed, and you shuddered at the unwelcome memories that flooded your head, the feeling of his cool fingers against your skin and the familiar, lustful stare he’d always had drowning out any sense of resolve you thought you’d had.

Somehow, you pulled it together enough you jerk him out of his trance. “Well?”

“You’re going to Paris?” he spun around, his tone so accusatory you wanted to slap him. What right did he have to have feelings about your future? When he’d given all that up with just a few words months ago?

“If you must know, yes, I am. It’s for a PhD.”

He snorted and you grit your teeth, about to kick him out if he said anything stupid. “Good, that’s…good. I know you always wanted to do that.”

“Thanks.” You let out the breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding and pursed your lips.

He looked to the side, hunching his shoulders as if he had far more to say but didn’t know if it was smart to say it. You could see the indecision in his eyes, feeling quietly pleased your choice had unsettled him; finally, he was the one being wrong footed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, I didn’t realise I had to run every decision I made by my ex-boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes, restraining yourself from snapping too much.

“It hurt a lot hearing it from Harrison.”

You nodded, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to feel sympathetic. You didn’t know why he felt like he had such a right to your life, when he’d made it blatantly clear he didn’t want to be a part of it anymore. You fiddled with the rings on your fingers at his comments, trying to clear your head enough to form a coherent answer.

“I can’t say I’m sorry, Tom,” you sighed at last, and he nodded. “I don’t know what you want me to say if I’m honest. You ended things and I’m moving on. I’ve got things to be getting on with and they don’t involve you, so I don’t feel overly inclined to keep you updated on my schedule.”

As you spoke, you could feel the anger bubbling up inside you, and you fought to keep it down. You’d worked so hard to make things right, to make it seem like you couldn’t give a damn anymore, and you refused to crumble at the last hurdle.

“I get that,” he nodded. “When did you find out?”

“Last week.”

“And when did you tell Harrison?”

“Last week,” you shrugged, meeting his eye with a steely glare. You were beginning to get annoyed with all of his questions, because he hadn’t even told you what he was doing here. All he’d done so far was waltz in and throw questions at you left, right, and centre, like the entitled prick you’d never thought he was.

“Was he okay with it?” Tom touched his cheek, drawing your eyes to the brief contact, and you shook your head.

“Does it matter, Tom? If you’re so interested, ask him yourself.”

“I wanted to hear it from you.”

“I don’t know why,” you spread your arms wide “you’ve not exactly called since the last time we saw each other. I’m not someone you can just call when you need me and then dump me the next day. If you’re here to do that, then you can piss off now.”

“Of course I’m not here for that!” Tom’s mouth fell open and he sounded genuinely shocked at what you were saying.

“Then why are you here?” you threw your head back, exhausted already from this conversation and wanting nothing more than to run far away.

“I…don’t know,” Tom admitted, collapsing onto your bed. “After you disappeared the other night, I figured that was the end of us, that I’d really blown it that time. I wanted to call you, to set things straight, but you’d made it so clear in the past that you wanted nothing to do with me that I thought maybe it was for the best.”

“Well clearly you changed your mind,” you eyed him, but his words caught at your heart strings.

“I did. I honestly did. I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/n. You’re in my dreams, in my thoughts, hell I can’t go a minute without something reminding me of you, and when Harrison told me about you leaving...” he gulped, leaving his sentence unfinished and glanced up, red rimming his eyes. You stepped towards him and tentatively put your hand on his shoulder, not sure what to say.

“You’re telling me all of this a bit late. And to be honest, after the way you’ve behaved, I’m not sure I believe you.”

“And you have every right not to,” Tom was suddnely on his feet, inches from your face. Your breathing hitched and he swallowed audibly, his hand reaching up to cup your face. “But know that I’m not here to trick you or mislead you, I’m here as one hundred percent myself, and I’m trying to fix the biggest mistake I ever made.”

The contact made you shiver, drawing you further into Tom’s arms. A thousand thoughts swirled in your head as you stared into the deep chocolate pools you’d once known every inch of. Everything about him was intoxicating, from the slippery velvet words that came from his lips to the deep, woody pine smell that made you want to bury your head into every jumper he owned. You were drowning in Tom, and just for a minute you forgot everything that had happened.

All that you remembered was the here and now, the silence stretching for miles between you as you were locked in his embrace. He was inching closer, and your heart was pounding faster, threatening to burst from your chest in an all-consuming, blinding explosion. You weren’t breathing, hardly moving, as he tilted your chin towards him and brought his hand to tangle in your hair. His fingers threaded through the knots with ease, the familiarity a surprise to you as your eyes fluttered closed at his touch. You were moments away from kissing him, and God you wanted to.

But wanting was not the same as needing.

You stepped back abruptly, watching hurt cross Tom’s face as swiftly as though you’d plunged a knife into his chest. You tried to say something, anything, but the words got caught in your throat, and instead you were breathing hard and gasping for air, the sudden loss of contact a shock. How did you explain to him how you felt? Now you were the one that had ripped away something good, something beautiful, and being on the other side of it felt awful.

But you knew, you were certain, that kissing Tom would only bring you more hurt than you’d already had, and you weren’t sure your heart could take anymore.

“I’m…I’m sorr…sorry,” you stuttered, feeling hot tears start sliding down your face.

Tom shook his head slowly and looked down at the floor. You weren’t certain, but you were almost positive you’d seen the glassy covering of tears just about to fall. “It’s alright.”

“I, um, I think you should go,” you mumbled, twiddling with your fingers. Your heart had broken so many times over this guy that you just wanted to let yourself be alone for once, to feel and suffer and wallow in the overwhelming sadness and heart break that followed you and Tom wherever you went. Perhaps this time, it would finally teach you a lesson.

He met your eyes with a desperate look, but this time he didn’t close the space between you. The anticipation hung in the air as you both waited for the other to make a move, and suddenly the overwhelming urge to run towards him and kiss him until you couldn’t breathe took over your rational brain. You fought it down with a harsh wipe of your cheek, feeling the tackiness of the tears there drying on your palm.

At last, Tom nodded, and started towards the door, grabbing the jacket he’d tossed over the chair. “Y/n?” he glanced over his shoulder.

“Yeah?” you said at last, barely looking him in the eye.

“For what it’s worth, I really am sorry.”

And then he was gone, disappearing from your room as quickly as he’d come without so much as a goodbye. As soon as the door had slammed shut, you felt your heart shatter, and you fell to the floor as your knees gave way, all the strength you’d held suddenly ebbing away.

Tears poured down your reddened face, your hands thrust into your hair as you sobbed into your knees. You curled them into your chest, desperately pulling yourself close in an attempt to shut out the encroaching world that had crushed your fragile body so many times over. It seemed unfair, almost cruel, that this was happening again – you were reliving that horrible night all over again, and you just wanted it to stop.

This was supposed to be a good day. A positive day. Where you’d moved on and were planning for an exciting future. Except now you’d been stripped right back to core, your emotions exposed and everything torn to shreds. Your heart was laying naked somewhere in Tom’s palms, your tears running through the cracks in his skin. Because as much as you hated to admit it, there was still a part of you that longed to chase after him, beg him to stay.

And it was the very part of you that had destroyed you.

***

Departure day came quicker than you’d expected, and you were still reeling from Tom. Harrison and Sarah came with you to say goodbye, their hugs lingering as you stood in the departure lounge.

“I’m gonna miss you!” Sarah sobbed, scraping at her cheeks as fresh tears rolled down them.

“Not as much as I’m gonna miss you,” you laughed. “But you can come visit any time you like.”

“That better be the same for me too, Miss Y/l/n,” Harrison smirked, pulling you into his arms.

“What? You’re the British one here, Harrison, you can make a day trip whenever you fancy!”

“Consider that done,” he winked, and you swatted him on the arm. You exchanged a look with him as the laughter died, both knowing he wouldn’t have been the only British boy with you today if things had gone differently.

“For what it’s worth, Y/n, I’m sure he would have come,” Harrison sighed, stroking your arm.

“Yeah, right,” Sarah scoffed “he didn’t call, didn’t text, just left her there on the floor after ripping her heart out again.”

“Tom’s an idiot, we all know that, but he’s decent when he’s not being stupid.”

“Unfortunately, he’s being stupid most of the time,” you muttered, glancing down at your phone one last time in the hopes he might have changed his mind. But the screen was still blank, just your regular old Spiderman background staring you in the face.

Suddenly, a voice came over the tannoy, and dread filled your stomach. “This is the last call for flight 217 to Paris, France. Please proceed to Gate 48.”

“Well, that’s me,” you gulped, turning to your friends with wide eyes. “Is it normal to be this scared?”

“Moving to another country all by yourself? Of course it is,” Harrison smiled warmly, and you trusted him the most. After all, he’d done it four years ago. “But you’ll be back for graduation next month. By then you’ll have forgotten all of the nerves and you’ll be a proper Parisian.”

You laughed and gathered your bags, giving them one final hug before starting towards the gate. “I love you guys!” You called over your shoulder.

“We love you too!”

You disappeared into passport control, fear filling your stomach. That was it, the last sighting of any familiar faces for a very long time, and it was of Harrison answering the phone. As you handed your passport over to the stern looking lady at the booth, you couldn’t help but wonder if what Harrison said was true, if being a Parisian really was that simple. It didn’t seem it, but if Tom could make a new life in a completely different country, then you sure as hell could to.

Tom. Oh God. You hadn’t wanted to think about him. Not now, when any thought of him previously had left you a crippling mess and unable to talk. Numbly, you took your passport back and wandered into the concourse, looking for directions to Gate 48. Anything to distract you from what might have been.

When you finally found your gate, your head was still full of thoughts of Tom and everything you should’ve said, and the lady checking your boarding pass had to ask you three times before you registered she was talking to you.

“Is everything okay, love?” she asked, stamping the ticket.

“Oh, yeah,” you shrugged “just a lot going on right now I guess.”

“Yeah, I’d say so. You only just got here in time, take off is in fifteen minutes.”

“Thanks,” you smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes, and she stuck her hand out as you tried to walk past.

“Guy trouble?” she narrowed her eyes and you jumped in shock.

“How did you-?”

“Oh please, I see enough young men and women walking through these gates every day looking a little lost. And Paris? Is there any please more obvious to go to for a broken heart?”

“I thought it was the city of love?” you raised an eyebrow, and the woman laughed.

“Of course darling, that’s why it’s perfect for heartbreak.”

Her words rattled around in your skull, ‘darling’ working its way through the layers of iron around your heart and embedding itself into the tissue. That was what he had called you. You hadn’t thought about the word in days, and here this woman was, so casually saying it, as if you hadn’t had your heart torn in two by the very man who practically invented the word.

Images of Tom swam before your eyes, the brown curls and dimpled smile nestling into your mind. You felt tears prick in your eyes as the memory of his voice swirled through his ears, so realistic you could’ve sworn he was right next to you.

“Wait!”

It was so random, it was like he was there. You could hear him yelling, a cruel trick your mind was determined to play, and yet it was so real.

“Y/n, please, wait!”

He sounded out of breath, but at the sound of your name you spun around in surprise, dropping your rucksack in shock as Tom came sprinting through the crowd. He was wearing his usual black t-shirt and jeans, but he was clutching a small strip of paper and racing towards you.

“Y/n!”

“Is that you?” the woman who’d stamped your ticket asked with a knowing smile.

“Tom?” your mouth fell open “what are you doing here?”

He skidded to a stop, the eyes of hundreds of passengers trained on him as he bent double and gasped for breath. “I…couldn’t…let…you…leave…without saying…goodbye.”

“What?” you balked, not sure what to say. Your flight was leaving in less than ten minutes – of course Tom would cock this up for you.

“Y/n, please, please don’t go,” he gripped your shoulders, pulling you against his chest. At first, you resisted, but at the sight of his pleading eyes and desperate voice, you collapsed against you, and his chin fell on your head. “Oh God, I thought I’d missed you.”

“How’d you even get in here?” you asked.

“Bought a ticket.”

“You did what?”

“Apparently I’m on the second flight out to Canada now,” he grinned, stepping away from you.

“You did all that to ask me to stay?” your mouth moved before you could think, but Tom was nodding vigorously, still panting.

“I got the wrong airport at first, then I rang Haz and he told me you’d just gone into passport control. I figured I had enough time to make it, but then I got here and your flight wasn’t on the departures board.” So that was the phone call Haz had taken as you’d left.

“You know, asking me to stay isn’t possible, Tom,” you sighed as reality hit you like a truck “I’ve got a job to do, and I want this so badly. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. Asking me to give all that up for you when you broke my heart is…a lot.”

“I know, I know. Okay, look, don’t stay then. But let me follow you.”

“Tom…” you started, shaking your head “this is all so complicated.”

“Well let me make it less complicated for you then,” he said, and suddenly you were kissing, and stars were exploding behind your closed eyes. His lips moved with yours, sending sparks of electricity racing through your veins. Your skin crawled as a thousand fires spread across your body, heat warming your chilled bones. It was everything you needed and didn’t want at the same time, but it felt right, it felt good, and suddenly you knew you should have kissed him the day he’d come to your dorm.

When you broke apart, the lady at the desk was clearing her throat as the final warning bell sounded. “Miss Y/l/n, are you boarding this plane or not?”

You glanced between her and Tom, the prospect of the future or the enticement of the past. You knew what would win out, you were too sensible to give into a guy who’d just run through an airport for you – but there was no reason you couldn’t have both.

“I am,” you nodded, picking up your rucksack and smiling at Tom, whose eyes had widened slightly. “There’s another flight out in two hours. Change your ticket and come with me.”

“Will you meet me there?” he called out as you started walking backwards.

“I’ll be waiting,” you replied, blowing him a kiss. Suddenly, everything felt right again. Maybe Tom would break your heart again, maybe he wouldn’t. But the prospect of forever didn’t mean much right now, you were too busy living your life. All that could come – for now, you just had to focus on your future and taking one step at a time. If Tom was really that serious about you, he’d show it soon enough.

And if he didn’t? Well then, you’d be okay with that too. Because something told you, as you walked away, that whatever was to come would be brilliant.

And you couldn’t wait to find out what it was.

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gemstoneconstellations · 5 years

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Date me

Summary: Oblivious Deku doesn’t notice you flirting with him so you decide to get bold.

wordcount: 1794

You sigh as you secure the villain, pulling tightly on the capture rope around his hands and feet. Further down the road, you see your fellow hero from your agency cuffing the other two villains he’d taken down. Sighing again and sitting down on top of the hogtied villain, who complained and tried to squirm away, you freely ogled the smiling hero, Deku.

His muscles rippled and tugged at his suit, hinting at all the curves and divots in his body. That man was the complete package: he was kind and caring to others, strong, highly intelligent, cute, determined, and had a killer bod. But the thing is, despite being a walking sin, he was completely innocent and oblivious. It’s not like he isn’t aware of you; he just doesn’t realize when or think anyone would flirt with him. For months, you’ve been subtly flirting with Deku, trying to spark his interest, but nothing has happened. You sigh, pouting to yourself as you held down the villain who was still trying to get away.

It took a lot of courage just to lightly flirt with Deku, but now it’s looking like you’d need to be more forward. Determined to make Deku see you more as a woman than a fellow hero, you dragged the cursing villain over to the police cruiser that had pulled up. As the police handled putting the criminals in quirk-canceling cuffs and into their vehicle, you made your way over to your patrol partner.

The adorable Deku just smiled at you as he adjusted his utility belt, putting away the capture rope he’d used. You scooted closer to him, biting your lower lip as you felt his body heat radiate off of him. It’s now or never; you go in for the kill. “You know, when you fight, you got some major Daddy vibes going on.”

“Daddy? I’m hardly a father figure.” You almost want to smack yourself at that reply. But you don’t lose hope.

“Oh no, I’m not talking daddy. I mean,” you stand on your toes to whisper hotly into his ear, making sure your lips brush against it. “Daddy.”

The response this time was instantaneous. Deku turned to you with a completely flushed face. “Don-don’t say things like that!”

You chuckled at him; so he does understand sexual jokes. Leaning suggestively towards him, you smirked as he tried to lean away. “You gonna punish me? Spank me, Daddy?” You ended it with a wink and Deku let out an indescribable screech from his mouth.

“Okay! Time to continue our patrol!” He quickly turned from you, walking robotically, like he had to think about how to walk and work his limbs properly. You skipped behind him, letting him calm down. For the rest of the patrol, he was unable to make eye contact with you. Oh, this will be fun.

Over the course of the next few days, you would throw over-the-top flirtatious lines at Deku. He never saw it coming, too. One day, you entered the office earlier than usual. There was a pile of paperwork sitting on your desk that you've been putting off. Luckily, you saw that the last person that had clocked in was Deku.

Looking around the corner to the said hero’s office, you saw him sitting at his desk, typing away on his company computer in his civilian clothes. He’s most likely doing the same thing you’d planned on doing.

“Hey, Deku,” you cheered as you walked over to his desk. The poor man had no idea what was about to happen as he looked at you with his usual sweet smile.

“Hello—” You plopped right onto his desk, legs crossed and pressed close to him. Your hands went to work, feeling his arm and causing the pen he was holding to fly out of his hand. “What are you doing?!”

You fingers ran up and down his arm, feeling the curves, bulging veins, and deep scars on his skin.“Feeling your muscles. It’s amazing how much power comes from these compact guns. You’re amazing.”

You could hear him swallow, his eyes bouncing around the room and refusing to settle on you. His ears were quickly turning red. But he didn't pull away so you took that as a good sign. “Th-Th-Thank you, I—”

“I bet you could hold me against the wall one handed for hours, no problem.” Again, his face instantly became a deep shade of red. You couldn't help but giggle as you poked at his warm cheek. “Oh, Deku turned into a sexy tomato.”

“I NEED TO GO ON PATROL NOW!” He stood up and practically ran out of the room, accidentally clipping his shoulder on the doorway and stepping into a garbage can. You tried to cover a snort behind your hand when he lifted his foot and the can stayed on his foot. Looking back at you, he chuckled nervously as he pulled off the trash can and ran towards the locker rooms.

After that, you made more of an effort to make physical contact. Nothing too extreme. Commenting on his strength while brushing his arms. Your hands would “accidentally” touch when passing paperwork or when patrolling beside each other. Everytime you were rewarded with his adorable blush. He was becoming more aware of you and it was fantastic. Finally, he was seeing you in a different light.

“Wanna spar?” You walked straight up to Deku while he was on the leg press. Today was both of your days off and you knew Deku always used the agency’s gym in the morning on his days off. Sometimes the two of you would workout together if your schedules allowed you to.

He gave you a cautious look, probably trying to figure out if you were planning something. You just smiled at him innocently. “Sure…,” he agreed and the two of you made your way to the floor mats.

Both of you got into your fighting positions. You loved one-upping the higher ranking hero, it was exhilarating. Deku always gave you detailed instructions on how to improve and moves you could add to your fighting style. But today was not the day for that. In two minutes flat, Deku had you pinned down on to the floor without breaking a sweat. “That was too easy.” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Okay, so maybe I wanted to be pinned down by your arms this time.” You smiled up at him as he just blinked owlishly at you. “Your pretty eyes and iron buns always leave me pinned to the ground.”

You could see the exact moment when he had fully processed your words. He quickly let go of your pinned arms and stood up. “I’m… I’m… I think I’m done for the day! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

He ran around the gym, picking up his things while you just layed on the mat, watching him. Just as he was stepping out the door you shouted, “Hate to see you leave, but love to watch you go!”

“Gaaaah!” You chuckled as he stumbled through the doors; he always became extremely clumsy when flustered.

After a month of constant flirting, your mood has improved as much as Deku’s face consistently stayed red. Tonight should be fun; there is a mandatory company gathering where everyone got together at a rented-out bar to drink the night away. It’s to help keep morale up and to make sure people took it easy once in a while. You luckily got to run into a tipsy Deku on your way out of the bathroom. Your boss loves to have drinking contests with the younger heroes and Deku was most likely one of his victims. He was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. “Hey Deku, looking good with that blush.”

He opened an eye to see you standing beside him and groaned. “Stop teasing me, I can’t with my mind fuddled like this.”

You giggled; that was fair and gave him a nod. “Are you drunk?”

“No, but you a meanie. Flirting with me suddenly to just make me flustered… so mean…” He was practically pouting beside you. He still thinks you’re messing with him. After all that?

Gosh, why do you like such an oblivious guy? “Deku I’ve been flirting with you for like months and you never reacted before. I just decided to be more forward, so happy you noticed, Mister Oblivious.” You let your back hit the wall as you gently leaned against him.

He let you do as you pleased, now used to your gentle touches. “You’re just saying that. I’m plain and nerdy.” He still sounded pouty, not believing you at all.

Him not being aware of how hot and sweet he was had been endearing in the beginning, but now it was just getting ridiculous. “Deku…Midoriya Izuku, I’m not just saying it. Nerds are sooo my type. I think you’re adorable and I find you very attractive. So attractive that you’re Mister Sexy Buns in my phone.”

For the first time tonight, you heard him laugh. “Noooo.”

“Yes.” You held up your phone to show him your texts, his contact name on top of the screen.

You felt him lean his weight into you as he laughed uncontrollably. “Pfft, that’s so weird and a silly name.”

“Hey, don’t deny the sexiness that is your ass. Best ass in Japan, hands down, ” you stated matter-of-factly. You weren't the only one who thought so. A gossip magazine rated heroes asses and Deku got number three in all of Japan. If it had just been men being rated, you are sure he would have been number one.

“I don’t know, you have a nice butt.” You choked on airl did Deku just say you had a nice butt? What? You were so shocked, you were speechless. “Ooooh, can dish it out no problem but baby can’t handle it when it’s served back at her.”

Deku let out a deep chuckle that you’d never heard from him before as he turned towards you, hands resting on your hips as he leaned against you more. “B-baby?”

“Mmmhmmm. Be prepared, I’m coming for you.” You swallowed as you felt yourself being pinned against the wall with Deku’s body pressed against yours, his head resting on your shoulder and breath tickling your neck. “And you’ll be coming for me soon, too.”

You felt his hands start to slide down. He chooses to be this forward now? In public?! “Wait, wait! Midoriya…I-I…” You reached out to push him back slightly only for him to fall to his knees in front of you. “Midoriya?” His eyes were shut and he let out a small snore, peacefully asleep while your heart was still pounding in your chest.

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companionjones · 4 years

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The Mistake

Fandom: Markiplier

Pairing: Markiplier x Reader

Summary: Mark yells at you because you accidentally deleted some footage for his new project. He comes to regret it when he remembers your less than pleasant past.

Warnings: Mentions of physical domestic abuse, cursing, angst (of course).

Author’s Note: This can be taken as either romantic or platonic. Reader is gender neutral. I literally have no idea if Mark and the Reader are together in this. I actually couldn’t decide while writing. It says somewhere in this that they at least used to be friends, but I don’t know if they are still friends or if they’re anything more. I don’t even know if they’re living together or not lol. I put in clues for both platonic and romantic, so I guess you really can look at it either way.

Also, I got the idea for this from a fic called A Past Life by @fatbottombarnes. I suggest you go read it if you’re a fan of The Witcher and/or Geralt x Reader fics.

One last thing (sorry): Something called Carnal Carnival is mentioned in this. It’s an album by one of Mark’s favorite bands, Here Come The Mummies. You can see a video of him talking about the band here. Time stamp 2:55.

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Besides your deafening heartbeat in your ears, the only sounds in the room was the clicks of Mark’s mouse. You didn’t know what to do, so you just starred suspenseful at him from the side of his desk.

After what seemed like forever to you, Mark announced, “Everything’s gone.”

“What?!” You were surprised you could talk after your heart had dropped to the floor. “It can’t just not be there anymore. There has to be some undo button, somewhere it saved, something--” You had unintentionally pushed Mark out of the way while you clicked around in search for anything that could help.

He moved back in front of his computer screen. The action made you stumble a bit. You weren’t hurt in the slightest, but you could tell what he did wasn’t an accident. “Get off of there before you get rid of anything else.” His voice was different than you had heard it in a long time. That tone had never been directed at you before.

You didn’t like it. You especially didn’t like the memories it forced into your head. You backed away from Mark and started to apologize, no matter how pathetic you felt. “I’m-I’m so sorry. I was just trying to help edit. Like you taught me. I was doing really well, too. I just clicked the wrong thing--”

“And now, half a day’s shooting is gone!” Mark exploded. He turned back to his screen. “Just...get out. I don’t feel like dealing with you right now.”

The sudden rise in his voice made you jump, but it was the last statement that really stung. You shakily moved to the door. You didn’t start crying until the bathroom door was shut behind you. You crouched down against the wall, and hugged your knees to your chest.

Mark had been friends with you through a very difficult part of your life. He didn’t know at first, but eventually he found out that you were in an abusive relationship. Mark was there for 13 hospital visits. Mark was there when you finally decided to leave your ex. Mark was there when the asshole broke your restraining order, nearly killed you, and landed in prison. You still had the scars. The point was, Mark had seen how bad you had it.

That was why you were so confused about why Mark was acting the way he was. You started to think that you had just messed up that badly.

You had no idea how long it had been, but eventually there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Y/n?” Mark called. He was much calmer then, nearly timid. “You in there?”

Involuntarily, you sniffled.

There was a dull thump against the door. Mark had dropped his head against it. “You’re crying? Oh, Y/n. I’m so sorry. I should never’ve yelled like that...Especially with what you’ve been through, Jesus.” He said that last part more to himself. It seemed he was hating himself more with each passing second.

That was enough for you to get your feet under you and open the door.

When he saw the wet trails down your cheeks, Mark took your face into his big, strong hands and used his thumbs to wipe them away. “Oh, Y/n.”

“I’m so sorry I fucked up like that. I was so stupid--” you were interrupted again, but not nearly in a negative way.

Mark shook his head. “No, I’m the one that fucked up. I’m the one who was stupid. It was an easy mistake to make. I overreacted. I’m stressed because of this project, and losing a whole day of shooting like that--”

You didn’t mean to, but you broke out crying again.

“--Hey, hey! It’s alright.” Mark pulled you to his chest. “It’s not your fault. I’m not mad, I promise. So, we lost a day. We have time. We can make it up.” He paused for a moment, as if gauging your state. “Come here,” he suggested, and led you to a couch. He sat you down and separated you from him, but Mark didn’t let go of your hands. “How about we push the release date on this back a month or so?”

Gasping, you argued, “But you’ve been so excited.”

He shook his head. “I think I’m becoming more panicky than excited. And I want to make sure you’re okay...We are coming up on a year...,” cautioned Mark, referencing the anniversary of the last time your ex attacked you.

“Don’t postpone this because of me,” you pressed.

Mark assured, “I’m not. I’m not. But making sure the people I care about are okay physically and mentally is a priority.”

“But your fans. You already told the members the date of the release,” you opposed.

The YouTuber squeezed your fingers with his own. “The fans’ll be fine. And the members will understand when I tell them that it’s for personal reasons.” He leaned forward to lock eyes with you. “Let’s just take the weekend. We’ll figure everything else out on Monday or something.”

How could you say no to Mark? After a moment, you sighed and nodded, “Okay.”

Mark smiled, “Good.” He got to his feet and stretched. “Now, how about we go for a ride in The Barrel? Listen to the entirety of Carnal Carnival?”

For the first time in about a week, you smiled. “Yeah,” you agreed, then skipped behind Mark to the vehicle waiting outside.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I also would love a comment if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more fics on Markiplier over on my page. You should check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, drabbles, multi-chapters, headcannons and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

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gaygent37 · 5 years

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Anonymity - Day 5

No-Set-Prompt-List-tober, October 5: MASKS

JayDick, no capes, soulmates, secretary Dick, blowjob, 2,629 words

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The club was a special one.

Everyone who entered had to wear a mask, one that could not be taken off anytime during the visit, even if someone wanted to. The club was a place for complete anonymity.

People who entered somehow forgot their names, their friends’ names, and any personal information. Any meetings sparked within the club were sadly lost after exiting the club because that was just how the club worked. No one could explain it. It was mysterious, and perhaps a bit magical.

Dick liked going to the club just to people watch. At the club, people could really be themselves, behind the masks that let them be anyone they wanted for that night.

Dick sat at the bar, nursing his glass of expensive wine and absently rubbing the spot on his forearm, where his soul mark usually was. However, since entering the club, the soul mark seemed to have disappeared from his skin. Dick missed its comforting presence, but he knew he would get it back when he left.

Dick swirled his wine in his glass and took another sip.

“Hey.”

Dick turned to glance over his shoulder, and he saw another masked man standing there. “Hello,” Dick said politely, turning to face the masked stranger.

“Um,” the man chuckled awkwardly. “My friends told me to come talk to you,” he explain. “They want me to-” the man stopped talking. Then, he held out his hand. “Ah, I’m J-” His lips turned into a frown as he realized he could not get his name out.

Dick laughed. “First time here?” he asked.

The man huffed. “Obvious?”

Dick shrugged. “Not to worry,” he said. “I’ve done it a few times too. You’ll get used to it though.” Dick took the man’s hand. “Call me Ric.”

“Ric?”

Dick nodded. “It’s not what I go by, but I’ll still answer to it,” Dick explained. “And you’re just J?”

The man laughed. “Yeah. Just J sounds good. So, can I buy you another glass of whatever you’re having, Ric?”

Dick quirked an amused smile. “No offense, but it’s a pretty expensive glass of wine,” he said.

J sat down next to him and waved the masked bartender over. “Another glass of wine for him,” he said firmly.

Dick gave a little sigh. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

When Dick’s wine came, J pulled out his wallet and opened it. “How much?” he asked.

“Forty-six.”

J handed the bartender a crisp fifty. “Keep the change,” he said.

Dick raised an eyebrow behind his mask. “Showing off?” he asked. He still curled his fingers around his second glass of wine. After a second’s consideration, he pushed it towards J.

J glanced at him. “It’s yours,” he said. “Yes, that was a bit of a ridiculous price, but I said I’d get you another glass.”

Dick laughed. “Now, now,” he said. “You may be a gentleman, but I can’t let you buy me that.” He started reaching into his own back pocket.

J shook his head. “Ric, really. It’s alright. My friends didn’t let me treat them tonight, so it’s only fair I get to treat someone.”

Dick paused. “You paid fifty dollars for a glass of wine. Really, J, let me-”

“I think you’re really interesting,” J blurted out.

“I’m sorry?” Dick asked. “What do you mean?”

J gave Dick a smile. “Well, a lot of people come here to do and say things they would never say in their ‘real’ life. But this whole time you’ve been here, you’ve just sat here, nursing your wine and watching people. You’re different.”

“Maybe I’m just not in the mood for hooking up with random strangers in the club bathrooms tonight,” Dick said, sipping and finishing his first glass of wine. “Or maybe I was just looking for the right person.”

“No,” J chuckled. “I don’t know how I know, but I know you’re not. I just... have a feeling that you’re special. Special enough for that glass of wine, certainly.”

Dick looked at J intently, staring straight into the blue eyes behind the mask. Dick had not noticed it before, but there was something different about J. Dick could sense his genuineness somehow.

“Okay,” Dick said softly. “Say I am different,” he said. “What now?”

“Let me show you?”

Dick thought about it for a while. He stared at J, his sweet smile and his bright eyes, and Dick really could not find any ill will in the man.

“Okay,” he agreed.

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Dick tapped his pen against his lip, unable to concentrate at the task at hand. Last night was a bit of a blur, but not enough of a blur that Dick did not know what happened after he followed J into the back rooms.

The club had a few rooms specially reserved for those who could pay to use it. And Dick did not even have the time to protest before J slipped security a couple bills that Dick was sure were hundreds.

They had collapsed onto the sofa together, and Dick just remembered laughing at J’s jokes until his sides hurt. His wine glass had to be set aside because he physically could not take any more liquid into his body otherwise he might pee himself.

They also ended up making out a lot. And a lot of groping around. Dick’s shirt may have come off at one point, and J’s hands definitely touched every part of his upper body. Maybe several times.

Absently, Dick touched his neck, where the dark hickies were thankfully hidden by his collar. The night had been one of the best nights Dick had ever had. Two glasses of amazing wine and even better company. Needless to say, Dick was actually quite upset to know that he will never see J again, and if they do, Dick will never know.

“Hey!”

Dick’s eyes snapped up. “Hm? Oh, Bertha.”

The old lady glared down at him. “Do you have Mr. Todd’s reports done yet?” she snapped.

“Uh, yes,” Dick said, flipping through the mess on the his desk before pulling out a stapled packet. “Right here.”

“Humph!” Bertha said. “I don’t see why Mr. Todd had to hire you,” she grumbled. “You are never doing your work.”

“Maybe because he likes looking at my pretty face?” Dick answered half-heartedly, already more than used to Bertha’s bitchiness.

“Mr. Todd would never!”

As the she stormed away, Dick sighed and his eyes flickered across the hall to where Mr. Todd’s office door was open. The man was frowning at his computer screen, eyebrows pulled together in concentration.

Even like that, he was so very attractive. Maybe a little less attractive than yesterday because Dick was pretty sure he was still enamored with J at the moment, so much so that his crush on Mr. Todd was almost a distant memory.

Just then, Dick snapped out of his thoughts, and he realized that Mr. Todd was staring at him, eyebrows raised in silent question.

Dick blushed hard, quickly looking down.

“Mr. Grayson,” Mr. Todd’s voice called from across the hall. “A word?”

“Shit,” Dick cursed. He stood up and reflexively brushed himself off. “Yes, Mr. Todd?”

Mr. Todd gestured for him to come in and close the door. “I’m curious,” Mr. Todd started, leaning back in his chair and tapping his pen against his lip.

Dick licked his own lips as he stared, wondering if he picked up the pen tapping habit from watching Mr. Todd all the time, or if he had always done that. “Yes?” he asked.

“Ms. Bernard mentioned something to me about you once,” Mr. Todd said slowly.

“Bertha?” Dick blinked in surprise. “I- I mean, what did Ms. Bernard mention?”

“She said you liked expensive wines.”

Dick’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Uh, yes. Yes, I do. How did she-”

“She was your Secret Santa last year,” Mr. Todd explained. “You had some expensive wines on your wish list.”

“Oh,” Dick said, feeling dumb.

“Well, Mr. Grayson,” Mr. Todd said. “It just so happens that I have a $300 bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon at home, and I don’t drink red wines, so I thought I’d gift it to my favorite secretary.”

Dick’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times. “I, uh, Mr. Todd, that’s really too generous,” he said with a weak laugh as his heart pounded wildly at being called Mr. Todd’s favorite secretary.

Mr. Todd waved his hand dismissively. “Though I do have one thing I would like to know.”

Dick stopped smiling quickly. “Yes?”

“By any chance,” Mr. Todd said. “Is your soul mark on your forearm?”

“Huh?” Dick reached for his arm, giving himself away. “I- why would you want to know that, Mr. Todd?”

Mr. Todd smiled warmly. “I hope I’m not being too intrusive,” he said. “But what is your soul mark?”

Dick looked down, gulping. “Oh, it’s not- it’s not too intrusive,” he said. “I’m just not used to... talking about soul marks with my boss,” he said quickly. He blushed harder. “It’s... It’s a wineglass...?”

Mr. Todd laughed. “Really?” he asked, sitting up. “That’s adorable.”

“It- It is?”

“Reflects your tastes, does it not?” Mr. Todd asked. “A wine glass for a wine man.”

“Y-Yeah,” Dick said with a small smile.

There was a moment of silence. Then, Mr. Todd gestured for Dick to come closer. “C’mere,” he said softly.

Dick took a few steps forward. “Yes?”

Mr. Todd pushed his chair back and stood up. He started unbuckling his belt.

Dick’s eyes nearly bugged out. “Mr.- Mr. Todd, what-”

“Oh, calm down,” Mr. Todd said, pushing his pants down a bit to reveal his upper right thigh. Dick’s eyes bugged out even further to see that Mr. Todd had a wine bottle on his thigh, in the middle of pouring into an invisible wineglass.”

His eyes snapped back up to Mr. Todd. “Is that...”

“Your matching soul mark?” Mr. Todd said softly, his voice almost breathy. “I think so.”

“Can I-”

Mr. Todd nodded. Dick stepped forward and slowly dropped to his knees, his trembling hand hovering over Mr. Todd’s thigh. Then, he touched the soul mark, feeling the slow burning warmth course through him. Dick gasped softly.

His eyes flickered up to Mr. Todd, who looked back down at him. Mr. Todd swallowed hard.

Just then, the clicking sound of heels started to come towards the door. Panicking, Dick ducked under Mr. Todd’s desk, and Mr. Todd sat back down, not having time to get his pants back up. He pulled himself in as the door opened.

Dick could hear Mr. Todd’s disapproving voice as he said, “Ms. Bernard, please, please, knock.”

Bertha did not answer. Instead, she started rattling off something about a missed meeting. Dick, meanwhile, had rolled up his sleeve and placed his arm next to Mr. Todd’s soul mark.

He felt Mr. Todd shift slightly under him as heat burned through their bodies again.

Without thinking, Dick pressed his lips against Mr. Todd’s soul mark, and Mr. Todd jerked in surprise. The heat became even stronger, tinged with a lovely pleasurable haze. It was a similar buzz to when Dick had had a couple of glasses.

Just then, Mr. Todd pulled back out, and Dick crawled back out.

“Fuck,” Mr. Todd said, his eyes drinking in Dick and the soul mark on his arm. “I knew it was you, you know.”

Dick was confused again. “Mr. Todd-”

“Please, call me Jason,” he murmured, cupping Dick’s face. “You’re my soul mate, baby. Mr. Todd’s bit formal, don’t you think? Besides,” Jason said, his smile growing a little sly. “We’ve already been well acquainted.”

“Well acquainted?”

“That was your last night, wasn’t it?” Jason asked, his thumb running over Dick’s cheek. “Ric, you called yourself?”

Dick’s eyes widened comically. “How’d you know-”

Jason laughed. “I guess I owe you an explanation. See, you had a couple classes of wine last night, so I don’t think you really felt it when I touched your soul mark, but I felt that, and I knew I had to find you,” Jason breathed, moving in little by little as he spoke.

“But how did you know it was me?” Dick breathed into the inches between them.

Jason smiled a little. “I own the club, baby. I’m allowed to break the rules.”

“You- You own the-” Dick snapped his mouth shut suddenly. “Oh,” he said instead.

Jason laughed. “You’re so adorable. You always are.”

“You think I’m cute?” Dick asked shyly.

“I’m not blind, of course I do,” Jason said. “You know, I’ve actually be suspecting you were my soulmate for a while now. We’ve got a lot of the same habits. And last night, I just had to confirm it,” he said.

“Well, um, I’ve kinda been... crushing on you... just a little,” Dick admitted, his eyes darting away from Jason’s face in embarrassment.

“Oh, baby,” Jason grinned. “So fucking cute. Can I kiss you?”

Dick gave a small laugh. “We did plenty of that last night,” he said. “I don’t see why you’re asking now. But yes, you ca- mmph!”

Jason cut him off, capturing Dick’s lips instead. At the same time, he grabbed Dick’s arm, hand enclosed around Dick’s wineglass. The heat that followed was immediate, making the kiss all the more intimate.

With his other hand, Jason pulled Dick’s free hand to his own thigh. By a small miscalculation, he also pulled Dick off balance a bit, so Dick’s hand ended up on Jason’s crotch, which was not unwelcome. And Dick did not move his hand away either.

Jason moaned into this kiss as Dick’s warm palm gently rubbed his clothed cock. Blood immediately rushed down there, and it was not long before he was hard and straining in his briefs.

“Fuck, Dickie,” Jason groaned against Dick’s lips.

Dick pulled away with a dazed look in his eyes. “Can I- Can I suck you off?” he asked in a breathless voice.

“Right here?” Jason asked, knowing that he wanted nothing more than for Dick to suck him off right there.

Fortunately, Dick nodded.

Jason wasted no time lifting his hips and pulling his briefs down. Dick eagerly helped, his hand wrapping around Jason’s hard cock - thick, veiny, and heavy in his palm.

Dick leaned in and let his lips wrap around the head of Jason’s cock. He swirled his tongue around, taking in Jason’s taste. Then, he pushed himself down, nearly getting Jason’s cock all the way down his throat before his gag reflex kicked in, and he had to pull back.

Jason however threw his head back and groaned. He threaded his fingers into Dick’s hair and pushed him back down. He felt the way Dick’s throat fluttered around his cock, and like a teenager, Jason blew his load into Dick’s hot mouth.

“Fuck!” he grunted as he shot ropes of cum down Dick’s throat.

Dick looked up at him, his hands gripped on Jason’s thighs and unintentionally over his soul mark. His eyes were teary and wet, but he stayed down, swallowing around Jason’s cock.

After another few seconds, Jason pulled back, allowing Dick to take a wet breath.

“Shit,” Jason said. “Sorry about that, Dickie. Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Dick laughed and shook his head. “I’m fine,” he said, clearing his throat of leftover cum. He grinned wider. “Perfect, actually.”

Jason gave a relieved laugh.��“I swear I can usually hold out longer,” he said, his cheeks tinged with a bit of red. “But that was...” He gave a low whistle. “Amazing, Dickie. You’re amazing.”

Dick rubbed his hand over Jason’s soul mark, and he smiled up at his soul mate. “Of course I am,” he said. “I was made for you.”

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This was not meant to be this long. Shit, I honestly keep telling myself, “Keep it PWP, keep it PWP”, but no. I just had to add the soulmates thing and yeah. Anyway, don’t expect it to be like this every time. Hope you guys enjoyed!

#jaydick #masks #day 5 #gaygent doesn't follow a set prompt list

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not-safeforsanders · 5 years

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Interest

Ship: Logicality, Prinxiety (mentioned), mentioned sort of friends with benefits Roman/Virgil/Patton

Plot: Logan is oblivious to Patton’s attraction to him and never notices the advances that is being offered to him, so Patton decides to make his feelings a little clearer.

Warnings: NSFW (18+ ONLY)

Everyone else had noticed, even Deceit had noticed. It was obvious to everyone except Logan. “You should probably just tell him outright,” Virgil advises, making Patton huff a little as he flops his head onto his arms, a noise of complete annoyance escaping his throat in a gravelly fashion.

“Or you could seduce him,” Roman advises through a mouthful of cereal, Patton looks up at him with eyebrows furrowed. “Seriously, he doesn’t understand romance but he’s still logic,” He swallows his mouthful and points his spoon at Patton “Biology and all that is...Logan’s department,”

Virgil sighs a little, already done with their shenanigans. “Roman’s got a point, as much as I hate to admit it, all the information Thomas digests goes to Logan, including sexuality,” His fingers drum lightly against the table, not wanting to think about that anxious period of Thomas’ life where he was still trying to figure out who he was. “But I still think it won’t compute,”

“Is that a challenge my gloomy knight?” Roman teases a little, holding out his hand with his little grin, Virgil groans a little “My Grimms Fairytales for your Nightmare Before Christmas poster?” The anxious facet rolls his eyes but shakes his hand.

“Are you betting on my love life?” Patton pouts a little, leaning his head against his hand with raised eyebrows “You’re both...incorrigible,” Roman whistles through his teeth as he slides off the chair to put his empty bowl in the sink.

“And you’re definitely interested in Logan, using big words like that,” Virgil comments a little “Did you open a dictionary just to impress him?”

“...no...” Roman leans against the breakfast table with a mischievous look in his eyes “Yes,” Patton sighs and slides off the stool, grumbling under his breath about ‘bullying’ as Virgil snorts with laughter. “You’re both going to Hell,”

“I’ll see you there sweetheart!”

Seduction isn’t exactly Patton’s forte, he scratches the back of his head a little bit as he stares down at what Roman had insisted he wore. Roman’s secondary function might not have anything to do with lust but he is a man after all “Oh he’s going to pass out,” The romantic side snorts a little, biting his lips “Hell, I think I’m going to pass out,” He tuts lightly “Give us a twirl darling,” Patton rolls his eyes but does as he’s asked, the skirt that just about reaches his knees spins out. “You look super cute,” He folds his arms and tilts his head to the side “What do you think Virgil?”

“Patton always looks cute,” the anxious side comments, looking up from his phone for a moment to raise his eyebrows “I’m loving the sweet but not very innocent aesthetic you’re clearly going for,”

“Take some notes whilst you’re at it,” Patton mutters, feeling a little like a zoo animal “I don’t know,” He sides, tugging at the blue fabric “It’s a lot comfier than pants but my legs feel so bare,” Roman nods as though he’s taking notes in his head before he clicks his tongue and then gestures flippantly with his hand. “Oh they’re cute,” Thigh length socks, plain and light blue to match the skirt. “And that’s much warmer,” Virgil gives a small chuckle as Patton smiles, satisfied.

“We’ll stay out of your way for the day,” He adds “You do look cute Pat,” Patton flushes a little as he slides out of the door and downstairs.

Logan didn’t notice at first, he’s walking with his face stuck in a book and expertly dodging any obstacle on muscle memory which, Patton has to admit, would be impressive if he wasn’t desperately trying to get his attention. He bites his lip as Logan rests his coffee cup down and turns around to open the fridge, still not looking up from the book. He silently apologises to the coffee cup as he brushes past and knocks it onto the floor with a resounding crash. “Oh no!” Patton feigns some sort of distress as he bends over to pick up the shards of coffee cup that had somehow (miraculously) only split into two, a large chunk missing as he curses under his breath.

Logan finally looks up from his book to let Patton know it was quite alright, his own fault really for leaving it so close to the edge. But his words die in his throat to find the elder bent over wearing thigh-highs and a skirt that is just barely covering, well, anything, accompanied with a white short-sleeved and collared shirt that looks suspiciously like one of Logan’s but more tailored to Patton’s style. His lips part in mild surprise as he clears his throat and shakes his head “It’s no bother Patton,” He mutters as he goes to grab a cloth (Where is Roman when you need him?) Patton’s hand brushes over his own to take the cloth.

“I’ll clean it up, I made the mess,” He kneels down to clean it up leaning onto his hand to scrub a little too meticulously. All that Logan can quite compute is that Patton is wearing a skirt and thigh highs and is on his hands and knees and if he kneels up he’s going to be eye-level with his crotch.

Logan swiftly turns around to sit at the breakfast bar and try to drown out his blue screening brain with the book in his hand. Patton rolls his eyes. There really is no doing this subtly with him, is there? Until he looks a little closer and he can see Logan’s flushed cheeks and the tiniest shake of his hand and the fact that he’s trying to re-read the same line.

Oh no, I broke him, Patton thinks to himself. But there’s a small grin on his lips as he discards the cloth and then jumps up to sit on the breakfast bar, the skirt falling a little purposefully halfway up his thighs. “What’re you reading?” He leans back on his hands, tilting his head with curiosity.

Is he doing this on purpose? Logan thinks to himself as his eyes trail over the other’s thighs and wills his own hormones to cool off. He doesn’t want to do anything without explicit permission, and it’s hard to read people’s emotions, or what they want. At least, for him it is. “Uh...it’s a theoretical physics book,” He mutters, showing Patton the cover which will probably interest him more than the actual content. Patton is clever but not in a science way.

“Oh, smart stuff then?”

“In a way, yes,” Logan hums a little and tries to look away from Patton to the book. Patton sighs a little, looking slightly deflated. “Are you alright Patton?” He asks, worried that he’d missed something and hurt the other’s feelings (again, it’s a habit he can’t seem to shake and he’s not actually enjoying it). Patton slides off the breakfast bar and bites the inside of his cheek in thought.

Just put on a brave face, fake it til you make it, he tells himself. Patton remembers Roman telling him that he’d have to be more direct than he had been doing but he can’t shake the embarrassment of trying to be something that he isn’t. Patton isn’t a naturally sexual person, he isn’t a naturally flirty person and words are hard enough for him. But he knows he can’t keep beating around the bush with Logan. He steps a little closer, looking down at the floor for a second before he looks up at the logical side with his bottom lip tugged between his teeth and eyes wide.

Logan’s blood runs straight through him as his grip on the book tightens, desperately trying to cling to some normalcy. Which is apparently everything he is not getting today. Patton leans forward and turns the chair so Logan is facing him, standing between the other’s legs and so close that the moral facet can see how wide his friend’s eyes have become, pupils dilated as the book clatters to the floor. “I tried to just play it safe but, you’re not very good at reading things,” Patton’s voice seems to have dropped a whole octave lower, a sultry tone “I should’ve known really,” He slides his own glasses off and folds them, placing them on the tabletop. He then reaches up and slides Logan’s off, repeating the action; they can both see without them they’re mostly just there for aesthetic choices but they’re only going to get in the way right now. “So, here’s me being obvious,” His thighs are pressed against the stool as he looks down at his friend.

Or hopefully, something more.

Patton tilts Logan’s face up towards him and presses their lips together firmly, dragging the other man’s lip between his teeth as his hand falls to his thighs. Logan sits up a little straighter, hands hovering as he thinks of where to put them before they’re resting on Patton’s waist and pulling him closer.

The moral facet feels his heart skip ten beats at once as Logan’s lips part against his own, their tongues brushing against each other as they try desperately to breathe whilst satisfying the urge of closerclosercloser. Patton bites down on his lip a little more firmly and is rewarded by a sharp intake of breath followed by a soft moan. “This clear enough for you?” Patton mutters as his lips trail against Logan’s jaw, nipping and sucking and kissing all the way down to his neck “Or do I need to be a little clearer?”

“Please,” Logan is easily flustered it seemed, eyes dark, cheeks flushed with spit-slicked lips red. Patton chuckles a little, watching the other come apart like all he needed was a little direction. His hand falls between Logan’s legs, squeezing his hard cock through he trousers. That’s a fairly clear point to make. “Pat...” His eyes screw shut as his hands wind tightly through his friend’s shirt, gasping a little like he’d never been touched before in his life.

He had...hadn’t he?

Patton freezes a little as it computes that he probably hasn’t and withdraws his hand a little “Have you ever done this before?” he asks, hesitating. Logan blinks as though he doesn’t understand why that matters, before he shakes his head. “At all?” Logan shakes his head again, cheeks flushed and shifting uncomfortably, clearly thinking he’s done something wrong.

It’s kind of hot, taking someone’s virginity.

Patton sighs a little and yanks Logan up by his tie before sinking out into his room. Roman and Virgil had made themselves scarce, probably to do something similar to what they’re about to do. He pushes Logan onto the bed and stares down at him “How are you so pretty?” The logical side flushes and gives a surprised sort of smile as he leans up. “I know you don’t get all the emotional stuff but I know once you actually figure it out you might regret losing your virginity in a kitchen somewhere so...” Plus his room has it’s...effects on situations like this. Not quite to the extent of Roman’s but certainly enough.

Patton catches his own bottom lip between his teeth as he looks at how genuinely gorgeous and...different Logan looks right now. His hair messy, glasses off, cheeks flushed and clothes rumpled. He looks a little out of his depth and a little nervous but he has this dazed smile on his lips like he’d just woken up from a good dream.

With that thought he straddles Logan’s lap and takes his hand in his own, guiding it over his thighs and then pressing Logan’s palm against his hard cock through his underwear, grinding lightly into the touch. “You’re smart Logan, I’m sure you know what to do,” And fuck, he does, like every textbook that has ever existed on sex had flickered over his eyes, he takes control, squeezing, touching, moving his hand at the perfect pace to keep Patton whining for more.

He’s not much of a talker and that’s fine, Patton whispers little encouragements that Logan seems to enjoy as he grinds up against his partner. They exchanged heated kisses before Patton moves to drop his underwear and Logan undoes his belt and pushes his pants off. That little nervous look is back and honestly Patton doesn’t quite know why by the time he has Logan pressed against the bed as he rides him.

He’s much better at this than that coy expression would dictate, fucking up into Patton hard but slow, almost teasing until Patton finally loses patience and control and rocks his hips back for a faster pace. When the moral side finally stops pinning Logan’s hands down the logical side makes quick resolve of him, nails digging in against his thigh as he wraps a hand around Patton’s cock.

“I’d really like to taste you,” Logan admits with a husky voice, his voice catching in his throat as he stares up at the beautiful man in his lap. Patton curses under his breath a little at the words.

“I’d love nothing more,” He grins “Finish first, I can hold on,” Logan nod and his hands go to Patton’s hips as his speed increases, pressing into him hard and fast and with much more stamina than Patton had expected from the lanky nerd. Soon, Logan’s face screws up a little, his head resting back against the bed as his moans increase, buried amongst a string of curses and an intense wave of pleasure that he’d never experienced in his life. He gasps out Patton’s name as he spills inside him, cheeks heated as waves of heat rush through his body.

He lies still for a moment, catching his breath whilst Patton absently admires how completely wrecked Logan currently looks, how far out of control and how different to the usual well put together man he is. Then he feels a swell of pride that he is the reason that he looks like this. Patton grins as he pulls off of Logan’s softening cock, two seconds before the man’s arms are around his waist and he’s being flipped onto his back. He barely has a moment to compute as the logical side’s mouth wraps around his cock and he begins to bob his head in a quick and determined pace, taking him further and further down his throat in an unrelenting fashion.

His movements are more practised than Patton had expected, his tongue applying pressure in all the right places as though he’d studied and retained the information for this purpose. But Patton’s thoughts don’t have long for a running commentary as his hands wind tightly through Logan’s hair and he bucks up into the hot, wet mouth around him. Climaxing faster than he usually does as his hips stutter and his thighs tremble, releasing down Logan’s throat.

The younger pulls off of his cock, wiping his mouth off and swallowing, his lips shining with spit and his face damp with sweat. He looks like his big brain is having trouble computing everything that just happened and settles for crawling up Patton’s body and kissing him gently. “That was...a lot to process,” Logan comments “I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good before,”

“Glad to be of service,” Patton chuckles and presses a kiss to his cheek “I love you, Logan, I-I was trying to get you to understand without telling you but you didn't seem to get the hint,” Logan laughs dryly in response to this.

“I love you too Patton, but honestly you could have simply led with that,” Patton grins a little up at him “Now, a shower is perhaps in order?”

“Sounds like you’re asking for round two,” Patton teases. Logan’s cheeks flush, but he certainly does nothing to disregard the accusal.

Ko-fi

#not safe for sanders

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malcolmwhitly-bright · 4 years

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Your, Mine... Ours

Chapter 2: Uh-oh

----------Month 3------------

“What’s this?” Malcolm stands proudly on the other side of her desk. She’s a little sleep-deprived and she’s attempting to nurse away the headache making itself known at the base of her temple. Yet, with each ding of her computer, the sound of each new email coming in, it’s getting harder and harder to ward off. Not to mention the proud smirk across Malcolm’s pale lips and the half perched leg he has on her desk so he can sit. He’s done it a thousand times before, sit on her desk, but right now it’s grating her nerves.

He tilts his head, squinting in a way that tells her he expected for her to make the impossible connection with the strange purple fruit on her desk. Rather than keep her waiting her fills in,” it’s a plum!” He touches it with the tip of his finger, rolling it so that it bumps up against her wrist. She scowls at it. “You know…” he says, eager for her to understand where he’s going with this but nervous when she fails to understand. “Dani,” the way he says her voice is disapproving. As if he were the responsible level headed one and she was the idiot that gets hurt all the time and runs into danger without a second thought. “Didn’t you get that app!?”

The app. Two weeks ago Malcolm had made some comment about a baby app but, if she’s honest, she wasn’t really listening. He was manic, besides himself with energy and misplaced anxiety. He was talking a mile a minute, his gestures so animated JT had to duck one of his thrown out hands. It wasn’t important, her mind supplied and paid him little to no attention.

In her opinion, it’s still not that important but it’s irking him now that she didn’t listen so at least she’s a little sorry. “No,” she mumbles and she feels a strong, overwhelming mix of anger and sadness. She’s upset that she didn’t listen, that he’s feeling upset too. The anger is at herself for those feelings. Unreasonable, stupid… pregnancy feelings. “I… forgot,” she lies and his eyes, sad blue oceans of his thoughts, betray his hurt. He knows she lied. “Can you…” she’s not sure why the app matters or even why the fruit does but it matters to him. “Malcolm, please explain to me the importance of this…” she gestures to the fruit, already having forgotten its name.

He smiles sadly,” plum.”

“Okay,” she nods. “Explain to me the importance of the plum, please.”

He looks adamant and she hates that she’d allowed him to feel inadequate, unheard. He fidgets, rocking himself in a way she recognizes as self-soothing. In the way, he does when he’s anxious. “It’s a plum,” he mumbles more than says. His right hand comes to his mouth but he pulls it away. “The app,” he keeps rocking, worrying with his fingers. “You said you were having trouble tracking your progress but the app catalogs it for you. It tells you how far along you are and how big the baby is.” He nods to the plum, cheeks flushed. “This morning the app said your baby is the size of a plum.”

Tears swell in her eyes. His thoughtfulness making her chest tight, her stomach hurt. How is it that he cares so much for her and all she does it turn around and hurt him? “Really?” She can’t keep her tears at bay and the sight of them makes his face pale and his mouth open. “Malcolm,” the sudden emotional heaviness of the moment is made worse by the use of his first name. She always calls him Bright. “A plum?” Her hand goes, reflexively, to her stomach. Fingers ghosting over the tiny bump that hadn’t been there three months previous.

“Dammit dude,” JT mumbles as he walks through the cluster of their desk. He frowns softly at Dani, no doubt feeling awful for whatever Malcolm has said that has turned her into a gooey, crying mess. “What’d you say,” JT doesn’t even hesitate, just pulls her against his side. She breathes in his comfort, the warmth and solidity of him versus the raging unbalanced instability in her.

Malcolm simply blushes harder stuttering over,” the baby is the size of a plum.”

Dani feels ten times worse because now he’s going to shy away from talking about the baby at all. She’s probably scared him.

“Fuck sake,” JT mumbles as her tears start coming harder. He rubs her back and she feels ridiculous. Emotionally, she’s a mess and beyond that, it’s not a huge change for physically and mentally. She’s messing everything up. “Come on,” JT says softly, his arms still around her. “Come lay on the couch.” He guides her the whole way, gentle in a way she knows he reserves for Tally and victims. She sinks into the couch and allows herself to be pulled into a nap as JT settles the blanket from over the back of the couch over her.

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“Malcolm,” JT warns, he can see Malcolm ebbing closer to Dani silently working. It’s not a ‘getaway’ but more of a ‘for the love of God don’t make her cry again’. The message is more or less received. Malcolm nods his head and offers an anxious smile before shuffling into their circle the rest of the way.

“Bright,” Dani greets, she’s been working none stop since her nap. Pausing only when JT asked her about a case he was filing. Needing her better memory for detail he simply couldn’t conjure from his mind. Her progress was being halted, still is, by a single comment Malcolm made. “This morning the app said your baby is the size of a plum.” Had he downloaded the app and if so, how far had he gone out of his way this morning to deliver her a plum? A plum that was supposed to carry significance to her but only spoke measures to how wrong he had been about their friendship.

He shifts on his feet, another anxiety riddles habit. She curses herself for causing him discomfort. “Uhm, I was gonna go for a walk…” he clenches his fist and before she can stop herself she glances at his trembling hands. He’s absolutely unnerved. “E-Exercise,” he stumbles,” helps. It’s proven to help in delivery and easy back pains and fatigue associated with pregnancy.”

There he goes again knowing way too much about pregnancies but she’s not going to push it. She looks at her screen, she’s got about five minutes of work left. “Can you wait just a minute, please?”

He nods.

It’s colder than she remembers it being this morning. The sun is hidden behind thick clouds nearly the color of the sky. “It’s going to snow,” Malcolm observes, his eyes looking up at them too. She’s amazed by the conviction in his voice. She glances at him and pauses, captured in how young he suddenly looks. His age, she realizes. He’s not being worn down with the memory of his father or his malformed coping mechanisms. Just a man, caught in the clouds.

He snaps back to her, to Earth and away from the clouds. He smiles at her attention,” what?” All of his anxious movements are absent. His hands are in his coat pockets, his feet keeping a steady movement as they walk. She takes a minute too long and his cheeks fill with heat.

“You just looked…” all the words that cross her mind are not appropriate. Attractive is what she says but happy is what she says. Her answer must be good because he smiles one of those earth-quaking smiles and glances at her. She tries not to make it obvious the knots that smile ties her stomach in.

He glances back up,” I… I love the snow.” It feels like the first time he’s truly told her something. Not immediacy, the fake intimacy of half-truths. Something real and true and she can see it in his eyes. “Gil,” the smile is turned to her now. “He hated the snow but he always took me out. Let me get soaked to the bone and we’d go back to Jackie.” He keeps glancing back over to her,” she’d get us in warm clothes, fussing in Spanish the whole time.”

She can picture it well enough. She’d met Jackie a handful of times after her overdose back when Gil believed anything could be fixed if you sat in a squad car long enough. Jackie was beautiful even with silver hair and always made Gil promise to have Dani back to her house before it got too late. Sometimes even packing them both snacks. She imagines that Gil, happy and light, with the Malcolm pictured on Gil’s desk.

Malcolm laughs softly,” I miss her.”

Strangely, Dani does too.

They pass a block in thoughtful silence. Malcolm seems to always make the silence natural, comfortable. He bumps into her shoulder, his attention split between walking and looking at the stores as they pass. “Have you gotten a sonogram yet?”

There he goes again with those questions she’s just not sure how he came up with. She shakes her head, embarrassment. “No,” and admit that she has a child to raise on her own?’ Her mother is disappointed in her choices, in her childlike behavior that has lead to this: going back to Estime. The others don’t know yet but when they do… “There are some problems with my insurance and…”

Malcolm stops walking, his face pinched in confusion. It takes Dani a moment but she stops too, backtracking so she’s standing by him. “Your insurance isn’t good,” he asks, head tilted and face still pinched. She shakes her head and he makes a sound at the back of his throat. “You could use mine.”

“Malcolm-”

“No,” he mutters but his conviction is strong. He shakes his head,” you need good insurance so you can be healthy, right?” He doesn’t wait for her answer so much as her eye contact. “You need good insurance so your baby can be healthy.” He nods his head like he’s finalized the thought,” I can put you with mine. It’s not like money is a problem. It wouldn’t even be hard.” Sensing her distrust of this idea he softens his tone from convicted to pleading,” please, Dani.” A thought comes to mind,” call it my baby shower gift.”

Except, she knows it won’t end there. “Fine.”

[When you forget to update the chapter on Tumblr but the second chapter has been on AO3 since forever and now you’re almost done with chapter 3 *fake author guilt*]

#Martin Bright #brightwell #brightwell fanfic #dani powell #jt tarmel

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Must Love Dogs (2/?)

Here is Chapter 2! Killian is finally introduced beyond his profile, but he and Emma still won’t physically meet yet.

I’d like to thank @profdanglaisstuff, not only for being my beta, but for this wonderful artwork that she made for me!

Also on Ao3

Chapter 2

Killian didn’t usually work so late, but they were revamping the whole website at work, something about making it more user friendly (he didn’t how much more user friendly he could possibly make it), so he’d been working late nights for the past week or so.

Jolly didn’t appreciate the late hour. She liked sleeping with him on his bed and stealing his blankets. She didn’t care for the many dog beds he had bought her to try to deter her from this. She was currently trying to get his attention by nuzzling her head under his arm while he was trying to maneuver his mouse around in his graphic design application.

“I know, Jolly,” he sighed, checking the time and seeing that it was close to midnight, “I’m almost done for the night.” He scrubbed his hand over his face as the tiredness was seeping in and his eyes were starting to droop.

He took a last sip of the decaffeinated tea he had been drinking and was about to turn off the computer when he noticed an email alert in his notifications. Normally, he would let it keep until the morning, but being that his bosses tended to email him whenever an idea for the website struck, he figured he should check it out, just in case.

At first glance he thought it was spam mail that had made it through his spam filter, as he couldn’t recall what Mustlovedogs.com would be, and then he remembered.

One year ago…

After years of working at a company that didn’t seem to appreciate his graphic design talents, Killian had finally secured a job at the boat touring company he’d been in negotiations with for the past few weeks! This was cause for a celebratory drink with friends. Luckily, Robin and Will were available on such short notice.

“Cheers, mate!” Both Robin and Will chorused as they started on their first round of Guinness. They knew he’d been miserable in his last job and had mainly stayed on because his ex-girlfriend worked there as well. When they had broken up, Killian knew he had to find some other place to work. He couldn’t be at a job he hated plus work around the woman who had broken his heart.

They were about to order a second round when the dreaded ex walked in, with his former boss on her arm.

“Shit!” Killian cursed, “Milah, just walked through the fucking door with Mr. Gold.” His Guinness went down his throat a little bit faster; his joyous mood now turning sour.

“We need to get this bloke out of here.” Will said to Robin who nodded in agreement. While Killian and Milah had been broken up for about three months now, seeing her on the arm of another man, especially the man who didn’t appreciate his talents at work, could bring about another bout of self-pity, which was not something Robin or Will wanted to be around again.

“I thought we were celebrating.” Killian said as his friends tried to walk him home. He instead turned into a local pub that was just a few doors down from where they’d been.

“Three rum shots!” Killian announced to the bartender when he approached the bar.

“Mate,” Will began “I don’t think we need to be drinking the hard stuff tonight. I thought we were just having a few beers to celebrate.”

“Who said any of these were for you?” Killian asked immediately downing all three in a matter of seconds.

“Okay, then.” Robin said giving Will the look that said Killian needed to be brought home now.

Robin paid the bartender and both he and Will took Killian out of his second bar for the night and walked him the rest of the way home. Luckily, Killian didn’t live that far away from the bars they liked to frequent.

“Rolly Joger!” Killian exclaimed as his dog greeted him at the door. Both Will and Robin snickered at the fact that Killian was already drunk enough that he had messed up his dog’s name.

“At least I have one lady that loves me.” He said kneeling down to Jolly and letting her give him kisses all over his face.

“And I think that is our cue to leave.” Robin said to Will. They closed the door behind them as Killian continued to be bathed in dog kisses.

“Maybe that’s what I need, Jolly. A lady that loves me...us...both you and me.”He said, getting up from the floor and going over to his laptop. “There has to be someone out there who appreciates a man and his dog.”

He somehow managed to get his cursor into the Google bar and typed in ‘dating sites must love dogs’.

He chuckled at the memory. His breakup with Milah had been painful, but he had decided to adopt Jolly after it had happened, and then he got his current job, a job he was much happier in. So, he really did have Milah to thank for all that. Apparently, a year later, his profile was still up and someone was interested, having sent him a virtual kiss. He checked the time, seeing it was close to midnight and he was supposed to be at work at 8 the next morning, but looking at the profile couldn’t hurt, right?

He clicked the link, impressed himself by remembering the username and password he had set up for himself a year ago, and opened up the profile of one Emma Swan.

Suddenly, Killian wasn’t tired anymore. On his screen was a blonde goddess with a dog similar to his own. He could swear his heart skipped a beat. Jolly whined again.

“Hold on there, Jolly, I’ll be ready in a minute.” He had to read this woman’s profile. There was no way her looks and personality could match.

But they did.

“She’s studying to be in law enforcement, Jolly! Do you know how incredibly sexy that is?” He gave his pup a smooch on the top of her head. Jolly tried to nuzzle his head some more, but Killian was already up, taking his empty mug of tea to the sink. This woman, this Emma Swan, he could tell she had seen his profile first, had written hers to somewhat match the same playful (drunken) tone he’d taken on in his, and he liked that. Liked that she already wanted to impress him, wanted him to like her. He felt like she was talking directly to him.

He quickly changed into a pair of BU sweatpants and brushed his teeth. Jolly got herself situated onto her side of the bed. Killian went back to the laptop and Jolly whined.

“I know, I know, just let me do one more thing Jolly, and then I’m all yours.” He grinned at his dog who was currently giving him the evil eye because he wasn’t in the bed yet. He clicked the button to send a virtual kiss back, then closed his laptop and got into bed. Jolly gave him a lick on the nose, turned twice on the bed, and went to sleep.

He hadn’t been this excited about a woman since Milah. Hopefully, this wouldn’t end up the same way, although he highly doubted a married woman would be on a dating site. Killian couldn’t wait to see if he’d receive something else from the beautiful and well-spoken Miss Swan the next day.

EKEKEK

Emma woke to Ditie’s head in her face, her normal way of waking her up. She would put her head on the mattress and put her face right up in Emma’s face, starting at her until she woke up. The first few times Ditie had done that she’d freaked Emma out when she had woken up, scaring poor Ditie back to her dog bed. But Emma had gotten used to it, even though her heart still skipped a little upon waking up.

“Need to go out, Ditie?” Emma asked stretching. Ditie chuffed as though this were a stupid question. It was morning, of course she had to go out. She padded out of Emma’s bedroom and over to the front door to wait for Emma to get ready.

After Emma did her daily morning routine: bathroom, brush teeth, and put on workout clothes, Emma gathered the leash, put it on Ditie’s collar and started on their daily walk.

It was seven in the morning, not too early, although, earlier than Emma would have normally been up before she had a dog. Emma had never been a morning person, but she now had a dog she was responsible for. Luckily, there was a dog park not too far away that they would walk to, plus Emma could get her morning coffee fix right before the entrance of the park.

Once they made it to the park, coffee in hand, Emma let Ditie go while she sat down on her usual bench. She watched Ditie sniff and play around with the few other dogs in the park this early before getting her phone out of the hidden pocket of her workout leggings to check her email.

She was hoping that she’d have some info about the skip she was currently tracking, but instead she saw a reply back from the MustLoveDogs.com website. Killian Jones had also sent her a virtual kiss!

Her heart skipped several beats when she saw that. She noticed that the time sent on the email was 11:59 PM, which means he’d seen it and responded almost immediately after she’d sent the original kiss. The ball was now in her court.

But she wasn’t sure what to do now. The bigger dating sites had an instant messenger type feature. She could usually feel a guy out by his short responses to see if she wanted to go out on a date. Of course, most of her dates had gone horribly, so maybe instant messaging was not the way to figure out if someone was a good match. This site was pretty new so it didn’t have that feature. She could email him through the site though.

As she sat on the bench contemplating her next move, someone sat down directly next to her, practically pushing her off the bench. She was about to give this person a piece of her mind when she saw who it was.

“Ruby!’ she yelled, “What the hell?” Ruby just laughed, flipping her brown locks with red streaks behind her shoulders.

“Sorry,” she replied with a smile on her bright red lips, way too bright for seven in the morning, “I saw you sitting her when I brought Wolfie in and you seemed so deep in thought, I couldn’t resist.” Ruby was one of the first friends she had made when Emma had moved to Boston. Her grandmother owned the 24-hour diner where she and Ruby had worked. They had worked many a graveyard shift together catering to the drunk college students in the wee hours of the night.

“What are you doing here so early?” Emma asked. Ruby’s girlfriend, Dorothy usually walked Wolfie, their Alaskan Malamute/Samoyed mix, in the mornings. Ruby was less of a morning person than Emma was.

“She’s visiting relatives in Kansas for the week.” Ruby pouted, “Which means I have morning Wolfie duty this week. What’s so interesting on your phone this morning?”

Emma almost took the phone away, embarrassed that she already seemed so into a guy that she’d only read a profile for, but if anyone would give her an honest opinion about this, it was Ruby, as she was known for being as blunt as someone could be. Emma gave a sigh.

“So, I found a guy online, we haven’t even interacted yet except for a virtual kiss, which is basically like a nudge or poke on most dating sites, but I think he could be it.” Emma said as quickly as she could. Ruby raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“Look at you Emma, you’re blushing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush over a guy. You’re usually a ‘one and done’ kind of girl. I mean, I know you were trying the whole online dating thing, but this is different.” She stared at her friend, “Let me see his profile.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Emma said, still a little embarrassed, the flush on her cheeks spreading further down her face, “I mean, like I said, we haven’t even spoken yet, it could be nothing.” but she reluctantly started pulling up the website to show to Ruby.

“Honey, that face is not nothing.” She greedily grabbed the phone from Emma the moment Killian’s profile loaded up.

“Oh, he’s cute!” Ruby gushed. She quickly read over the profile and laughed at Jolly’s profile muttering ‘pirates and Peter Pan’ under her breath. Then she looked up at Emma with the most sincere look Emma had ever seen before.

“Emma, I have a feeling about this guy. I think he sounds perfect for you. Send him an email.”

“Oh, god!” Emma said worriedly, “I wouldn’t even know what to say. What the hell do you write in an email to a guy you think is hot and writes like a poet? This is way out of my depth.” She put her head in her hands.

“Here’s what I think you should express to him in the email,” Ruby started, but both Ditie and Wolfie barreled into them at that exact moment to get attention from their owners.

“I think that’s my cue.” Ruby stated. Both she and Emma got up and attached leashes to collars and harnesses. The women got up and gave each other hugs. Emma put her phone back in the hidden pocket of her workout pants and started to walk away when she suddenly turned back toward Ruby.

“What did you think I should I put in the email?” Emma asked as she had just remembered that Ruby had been interrupted before she finished telling her what to write. Ruby turned to Emma, gave her a wolfish grin with her big, red lips, then turned back around and walked away.

“Of course.” Emma said to herself. She was an adult, she would be able to figure this out herself. She and Ditie exited the park and headed back to her apartment to start getting ready for work.

EKEKEK

Killian was not a fidgety person by nature. He was usually very focused on the task at hand which left no room for fidgeting. And even though he was very focused on redesigning the website, he was constantly checking his email to see if Emma Swan had responded back yet.

And she hadn’t.

Hence the fidgeting.

Which meant tapping the fingers that weren’t on his trackpad on the table.

And annoying his co-worker.

Who also happened to be his brother.

And a big reason why Killian had wanted to work at this company.

“Little brother,” Liam started.

“Younger brother.” Killian corrected before getting out of his email and back to his work.

“Killian.” Liam said trying again.

“Yes.” Killian said not taking his eyes off his computer.

“What’s with the tapping?”

“Bloody hell!” Killian thought, immediately stopping the tapping and putting his hand around his coffee cup instead. Hopefully, having something physically in his hand would temper the impulse to tap his fingers on his desk.

“Killian.” Liam said almost menacingly.

“I’m just really engrossed in redesigning the website for the company you work for.” Killian said taking a sip of the now lukewarm coffee. “It’s the biggest project the company has let me undertake and I don’t want to bollocks it up.”

“Killian.” Liam said again, his arms now crossed, the pose that Killian knew meant he needed to tell him what was distracting him now. The pose that throughout his whole childhood, made him seem more like his father rather than his older brother.

“I…” Killian started, but realized it was much too soon to be telling his brother, or anyone for that matter, about someone online that he had only communicated with by virtual kiss. He knew he was acting a bit irrationally. He felt like a 13-year-old boy with his first crush. Like he had sent her a note in class and was waiting for a response to the question ‘Will you be my girlfriend? Tick Yes or No.’

“It’s nothing, Liam. I just have a lot on my mind. I realized it had been about a year since I started working here, and that reminded why I started here in the first place…” He trailed off. He supposed invoking the memory of his ex was worth it just to get Liam off his back. Liam knew it had taken Killian quite some time to get over Milah. And maybe Killian did feel a little bad bringing up Milah when he wasn’t really in that place anymore. He had thought Milah was it, the love of his life, but he had this invigorating feeling that he hadn’t felt in a long time…. He was positive, given the chance, he could fall in love with this Emma Swan.

Liam lifted an eyebrow. He didn’t believe his brother for a second. This distraction was not from memories of a broken heart. This distraction seemed like it was almost from… hope? But he wasn’t going to push. Killian would tell him what was going on when he was ready.

“I need to get back to…” An email popped up. An email from the MustLoveDogs website from one Emma Swan! Killian didn’t even think about the fact that Liam was still there. He immediately clicked to open the email.

Hi Killian,

I was so glad to get that virtual kiss back from you. I’ll admit, I felt really dumb doing that, but the website doesn’t have an instant messaging program to contact you in a better fashion. Anyway, I thought I’d tell you that I really liked your profile (which I’m sure you figured out from me contacting you) and I love the fact that we both have the same type of dogs. How long have you had Jolly? I just recently got Aphrodite a few months ago. She’s been a great addition to my life. I don’t know how I survived before her. And luckily, she doesn’t mind my weird work hours. I said in my profile that I work in bail bonds. It is definitely not your normal 9-5 job. In fact, there are really no set hours. It just depends on how dumb the scumbags I go after are sometimes. And because of that I have to keep in good shape. I hope you don’t mind the fact that I can usually manhandle a guy that’s at least 220lbs, otherwise I wouldn’t be that good at my job. And, like my profile said, I’m working toward my degree in Criminal Justice and looking to get into the police academy. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for awhile now, and I’ve finally got to a point where I can do it. It’s been tough trying to do everything, but I really don’t want to be in bail bonds for the rest of my life. I’d rather have a regular paycheck and backup if I need it. Not that I can’t take care of myself, but if you knew some of the situations I’ve gotten myself into and out of, well....

Graphic Design sounds really fun. I’ve never been that artistic. And you’re working at a company that also includes your love of boats. That’s sounds great! I've never really worked a regular job. I waitressed a lot before I got into bail bonds. But I see that you graduated from BU where I am currently going, so there’s something else we have in common.

I don’t want to talk (write?) your ear off, so I’ll just leave it there.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Emma

“I mean, there isn’t much here, but she seems like she could be a good match for you.” Liam said from behind Killian.

“Bloody hell, Liam!” Killian roared, his heart, which had just been soaring now dropping into his stomach. He quickly shut his laptop and turned to face his scoundrel of a brother.

Liam barked out a laugh when he saw Killian’s flushed cheeks. It was just like his little brother to fall hard for a woman so fast.

“Were you seriously just reading my personal email over my shoulder?” Killian fumed.

“Well, you stopped talking mid-sentence…” Liam began and then changed tactics, “You kind of spaced out there and you just got this twinkle in your eye and started grinning, so I got curious. Sorry.” He paused, “Would you like to tell me about the email?”

Killian glanced at his now closed laptop, then back at his older brother who seemed to really have taken a keen interest in the situation. He sighed as he opened up the laptop again.

“Well,” he said, nervously scratching the back of his neck, “there’s this girl.”

EKEKEK

It was 9 o’clock at night and Emma was bored out of her mind. She was sitting across from her skips ex-girlfriend’s apartment hoping beyond hope that she would see him either entering or exiting the building. And it was the beginning of fall, so her yellow bug did not do much to keep out the chill that had started in the air over the past few days as summer waned.

Normally she would text with Mary Margaret or Ruby while on a stakeout, but Mary Margaret and David were taking a very needed date night, and Ruby had a Facetime date with Dorothy, which basically meant they were having video sex.

“Candy Crush it is.” Emma said pulling out her phone. She paused briefly to look at the lockscreen photo of Ditie when she had first brought her home. The picture showed her looking at Emma warily while she inspected the house. Once Emma had brought the dog bed out, Ditie had decided that this place was okay, had curled up and conked out.

She was about to open her phone when a notification popped up. It was from the Mustlovedogs website.

“Oh, god!” she thought to herself. “Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god!”

He’d written back.

Killian Jones had emailed her back.

She didn’t know why she was so nervous. She was not a nervous person. She wouldn’t last two seconds as a bail bonds person if she was nervous about everything. If there was one thing Emma’s friends could count on with Emma it was that she didn’t get nervous about anything. And here she was, butterflies fluttering around in her stomach, because of an email from a cute guy online.

A guy that she already really liked.

A guy that she thought sounded perfect for her.

For a girl with no family, a string of bad dates, and no real relationships, she thought this was a miracle. Could she really fall for someone just from a brief synopsis of themselves and their cute dog? What if he had emailed back to say he wasn’t really interested? It had been a slip of his hand to send back that virtual kiss.

“Ugh!” she screamed, hitting her steering wheel. “You are not some damsel waiting to be saved, just open the damn email!”

She briefly checked up at the apartment building she was watching to make sure there was no movement coming from there before she swiped the email notification to read it.

Emma,

I was so glad to see your email in my inbox today. I am supposed to be redesigning a website for my company, but I was too distracted hoping that I would hear from the beautiful Emma Swan. I hope that comes off more dashing rapscallion rather than deplorable. Some of that pirate charm my profile talked about.

I saw that in both your profile and your email you mentioned that you are going back to school to get your degree plus planning on going to the police academy. I have to admit, that is a huge turn on. A girl who knows what she wants and can take care of herself, that is definitely someone I would like to get to know better. My brother and I used to box when were in the Royal Navy (did I mention a brother in my profile? Did I mention I was once in the Navy?), but now we just occasionally spar with one another.

I have had Jolly since she was 7 months old. I got her after a bad time in my life and she made it infinitely better. Who doesn’t like coming home to dog kisses after a bad day?

Look, I hope this isn’t too brazen, but I’d really like to have your direct email, and maybe your phone number. I don’t really like having to go through the site to contact you and I prefer talking to people in person. So here is my number and email. I am fervently awaiting your response.

Killian

@profdanglaisstuff @thisonesatellite @mariakov81 @hollyethecurious

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