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mattmurdock42 · 10 months

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Christmas with Daddy bear.

Henry X Wife

Age g4p, p in v, Dom Cavill, teasing,fluff, happiness.

Not especific body mentioned

W.C. +-3k

Pov: It was december fourth, a saturday, and Henry wouldn´t stop talking about how late you were for setting the christmas tree all week, so, today was the day. You both had woke up early to go to get a new tree, since yours had ages. After the shopping, you two went to have lunch and passed at the supermarket. Arriving home, after getting all the new things placed, he came to you in the living room, where you and Kal were, seeing where the three would be best, and gave you something rapped in christmas paper. You two had splitted for a while earlier, but you didn´t feel like asking what he went to do. You felt that the present was soft, it was some clothing, you guessed. You opened and found a long fured christmas themed pajama. You looked at Henry to say thank you, but he had such a big smile that you thought weird. " Why are you smiling so big, love?", you asked.

"Did you liked?"

"Yes, i loved it! It looks so comfy!"

"Last week you were talking about these kind of pajamas, so i thought i would like to surprise you." He says as he rushes to your shared bedroom to get two bags. He handed one to you and said for you to open it. You bothed opened the bags and you were shocked to see an exatly samed themed pajama for Kal and Henry.

"What do you think? All families wear matching pajamas, so i couldn´t reseast when i saw it. I only found your on size fured ones, so you got to be the cutest one of the house!" He said.

"i think i loved it. I won´t be the cutest, Kal is."

" He were, now it is you".

You headed to take a shower, since, before, you were downtown. After you, went Henry. You both dressed the pajamas. He was putting the tree on the living room and you were managing to put the clothing on Kal. The dog wouldn't stay still, but after a while he gave up, seeing you wouldn´t.

"You are a truly hero for getting to put a pajama on Kal, i thought he would tear it apart the second he saw it."

"Superman calling me a hero, i must truly be then." you said laughing.

"Do you want to put some music to start to decorate ?" He asked.

"Sure!"

He went to get his cellphone. He handed it to you.

"You chose, baby."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, i love to see how exited you get when you hear them." He says grinning. He knew whatkind of songs you listened to, you could mix classics with nu metal somehow. He didn´t knew how such a cute person could like metal, but you did, and a lot.

You putted your playlist and started to decorate the botton. Suddenly, you feel something on your ass, you looked at it and saw Henry trying to hang a ball on you.

"Can you tell me what the hell are you doing?"

"You said for us to start decorating the botton."

You looked at him incredulous. You just shook your head and keapt decorating. These teasing would have revenge.

After a while you were already euphorical with your music, jogging around the three, jumping in full energy and singing your psicodelic songs. Henry loved to see how comfortable you could be around him. You were one of those person who, around other people, would be to shy and almost not speak at all. He looked at you with adoration in his eyes, you hair dancing around you while you jumped, your slightly breaths during the breaks of the songs, Kal swinging his tail as his head tried to keep up with you.

It was four o´clock now, Henry already wanted a break for a snack.

"Hey, snuggle, let´s take a break." He said, trying to hold you still. He catched you while you were passing fast in front of him with a stuffed snowman in hands. He grabbed one arm pulling you closer, then grabed you waist, not letting you go.

" If you need it." you said, stoping the music.

"don´t stop it, put some slow music during the break."

"What do you wanna hear?"

" Put the classics playlist that you´ve made for me."

You putted and he went to the kitchen to make some sandwiches and tea for you. During that, you laid on the couch and looked at the tree, proud of your work. It was a big tree, but you were almost done. You felt Kal laying on your feet, than, suddenly, your felt your eyes heavy, then you thought 'i´ll just close until he gets back, as soon as i hear his footsteps i sit'. Henry came back from the kitchen saying that the snacks were ready, to found you cuddled with Kal on the couch. The little bear was awake and happy, still stimulated with your jumps from before. You were slepping. He sat besides you and gave you a small kiss on your forehead. He decided to let you sleep for half an hour. He headed to the kitchen to make things ready for preaparing dinner. After 20 minutes he heard you coming.

"Why didn´t you wake me? How much did i sleep?"

"only twenty minutes, love. I was going to wake you at 30."

"don´t let me sleep, Henry."

"Okay, suggar bun. Let´s eat now!"

You two ate and preapred the dinner. It would be cucumber and chicken lasagna, so, if it was ready, it would only need to go to the oven.

It was five thirdy when you came back to the tree.

"Put your musics again."

"i´ll put something less animated this time." Your 'less animated' was only a little slower, but it could be still considered animated. You finished the tree around six thirdy, then, Henry went to put the lasagna in the oven, since it took one hour to cook.

" it only needs the last ball and the star now." He said.

"I´ll put it later."

He didn´t quite understand but decided not to ask, he knew you must have reasons.

He came back from the kitchen with two glasses of wine. You putted your serie that you were watching togheter. After some episodes dinner was ready. You ate and did the dishes. You went back to the couch to watch more episodes. Henry had putted Kal to sleep, since he was not a night owl. You gave play to the series. After an hour, you had already made diggestion and were ready for revenge.

"Are you tired?" You asked Henry, already knowing the answer.

" Not so much, why?"

You didn´t answer. You straddled his lap, kissing his mouth and your tongue asking for permission. You wanted to tease him into his nerves, doing whatever you knew it would make him mad, and YOU asking for HIS permission into his mouth was something he wasn´t really fond of. You grabbed his shirt and helped him took it of. You knew his rules, HE takes your clothes, not you his. He felt your fured pajamas on his skin and he hugged you, wanting to feel more the sensation. You took of your shirt and put his. He was already with a grumpy face. He had strict rules during sex, and if you wanted to break then, you need to ask his permission and wait for his consent. He felt the urgent need to dominate the situation, so, with no exitation, he stood up, you on his arms, like a doll. You were scared to not to fall, since he didn´t tell you he was going to stood. Your nails were dugged on his neck, grabbing for your life, and your legs were crossed around his waist.

"Shit! What the hell?"

" You bratty thing." He put his arms under your legs, not letting you go down.

"i don´t think i´m being bratty." You tried to unscrew one of your legs from him, just for it to be rougthuly grabbed and put on place.

" You are not going anywere, mon amour." He says with mischieve in his face.

"But i will, moje kochanie."

" Don´t talk in polish to me, i don´t understand a word"

" And i don´t understand french!"

"French is much more understandable than polish."

"przepraszam, to jest tylko zemsta." You say with a bright smile.

"That is it, you passed your limits young lady."

He was to pissed and you couldn´t containg a laugh. He rushed to your bedroom and throwed you on the bed. Before you could blink twice, he already had a belt of his on his hand. He tied your wrists above your head and started to lick your folds without warning, making a loud moan scape your lips. In your opinion, he wasn´t mad enough, so you started twitching your arms getting to let one go, since he never tied you tight, you could always get out if wanted. However, never before this day you let yourself go. He looked at you with a picture face.

"I think the old man needs a hand down there."

He rose, his eyes straight to you, he absolutely HATED when your age gap was brought. You were twelve years apart, so it bothered him when he thought about it. He went to your side and took the belt of. He took of his pants and your shirt and pants.

"The belt will disturb now."

He got on the bed and with his hands he lifted you and put you on doggy stile.

He went to take something from your closet. He stood behind you again. Without preparing your pussy, he buried his entire thick cock inside you. You screamed in pain and shock. He softly massages your lower back. His hips starts thrusting. One hand of his starts to massage your breasts, while the other hold tight to your hips. Suddelny, he gets out of you and turns you around. He gets on his knees and put your legs above it. He puts his cock without mercy inside you again. You shut your eyes and grab the sheets. He starts to thrust again and this time, you see what he grabbed on the closet- your clit vibrator. If he used that, i´d be ruined.

"Henry, do not use that. Your cock is already to much."

"i know you can take it, little one. My fingers aren´t fast enought, they are to old, you know."

You shouldn´t have said that. He presses the start button and split your folds better, so he can puts the device directly on your clit. You feel a wave on your body. You twist you back and he starts to thrust hard. You feel a cum coming to fast. Before you could tell you already cummed, followed by another. Your leggs were already unsteady, but Henry didn´t stop. After a minute you scream and, suddenly, you squirt. Henry smiles. You couldn´t take anymore.

"Henry, s-stop." He pretendet he didn´t listen. " Henry STOP!"

He stopped, panting. He got out of you and went to the bathroom. You curl up, to sensible between your legs. After five minutes he comes back and takes you on his arms. You were to tired to say anything. He took you to the bathroom and you saw he´d prepared you a bathtub. He leaves you there and goes back to the bedroom. After some minutes he comes back and joins you in the bathtub, getting behind you.

"Did i pushed you to far, snuggle?"

"I asked for it."

"i´m sorry, little bear." he gave a kiss on your back. You stood at the bathtub for 25 minutes, cuddling and feeling each others body. After, you both dressed and, before getting to bed ( he had changed the sheets, since you messed it) you guided him to the living room.

" Take of your pants."

"Again darling?"

"I can barely walk now, so no"

He took it off and you grabbed his penis, massagin it up and down. After a couple of minutes it gets hard again, you go to the couner of the couch and takes the last ball and the star and hangs the ball and fits the star in the head of it.

"What are you doing?" He interogates.

"You didn´t said to decorate the top?"

He laughed. You took the things off of his cock and he putted his pants back.

"I was going to tease you before, so your dick´d get hard and i could put it. But i wannted to get more than just your hard cock on my hand.

"So that was meant to be a revenge, right?"

"Yes, but now let´s go to sleep." While your were walking to your bed you said to him. " Tomorrow i won´t be able to walk, so you´ll have to carry me, bear." He chuckled and said: " Much happy to, snuggle."

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moonxkitty · 2 years

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Do you think of me?

Saeyoung x Reader

Quick A/N; This is heavily inspired by the song "I Hope You Think Of Me" by Lily Williams. Aka most of this is just reworking the song itself into a story because I just love how soft it is. It's such a sweet song I definitely recommend giving it a listen. It's not in the genre of music I typically listen to but I really love it. o(^∀^*)o

Whenever you show up at his door, you can't help but wonder what he thinks of you. If you're friends or if you're something more. He's the one you go to if you're in need of help. If you're down, angry, or even if you're just in need of a good laugh.

Does he think of you as more than a friend? When you call him at 3 am to help get rid of mice in your (or rather Rika's) apartment or when you'd ask to crash at his place because the power went out?

You end up at his house a lot. Turns out that an apartment that hasn't been taken care of for well over a year has it's issues. Big shocker. Hey, it's a good thing your best friend, 707 Defender of Justice, is here to help! And by that you mean he lets you stay at his place while he calls service men to fix the problem. If it gets the job done then you have no complaints.

You were content with your friendship, never had considering anymore. That was until his birthday. You were already temporarily residing at his place, due to another issue back at the apartment, so the two of you decided to eat some birthday cake to celebrate after some unnecessary convincing on your end.

"What's a birthday without cake?" you insisted when he half-heartedly denied to getting one. He was making it obvious he wanted it but didn't want you to feel obligated.

He dramatically raised his arms up in defeat, "Well... If you insist!"

"You're such a drama queen," you stuck your tongue out at him and he returned the gesture.

Now here you were, Saeyoung lighting the candles on his cake, huming the tune of "Happy Birthday" to himself. You didn't expect the thought to cross your mind but it did.

'If that were my cake, I'd wish you'd think of me. At the grocery store when you go buy those Honey Buddha chips you love so much. Or on airplanes when your job makes you do those stupid missions. In parking lots while you sit distracted on your phone instead of driving off when you finished whatever it was you were doing. Before you fall asleep when you're tired or in coffee shops when you're full of energy. I wish you'd think of me as much... or even just half as much, as I think of you.'

It's a strange realization to have; that you're in love with someone you had previously only considered a friend. Nothing really prepares you for it. You gaze over at him with a grin. The gentle yellow light from the candles drape over him and a smile plastered on his face, his golden eyes with so much joy.

"Happy birthday, Saeyoung," you whisper softly to him.

He turns to face you, a soft pink tint on his cheeks. He covers his face with his sleeves, clearly embarrassed. "Ahh I'm not used to you calling me that," he admits.

You giggle softly at his reaction, "Pfft, okay then.. how about; Happy birthday, oh God Seven~"

He retracts his hands and puts them on his hips to do a superman pose, "That's more like it!" His playfulness will never get old to you.

"Hurry up and blow out your candles before your wish expires," you urge him. Half of your prompting all in good fun, the other half in fear of starting a house fire. Each year he put as many candles as he was old, which meant each year his cake became more of a safety hazard.

He looks over at you in disbelief, "Ahh do wishes really expire?"

"Yes! Now blow them out before I do it for you."

He quickly blows them out and you clap in response. Saeyoung takes a bow for his performance, which was barely anything but who are you to ruin his birthday fun.

"What did you wish for?" you ask out of curiosity.

"Oh so wishes have expiration dates but I can just go sharing them all willy nilly? I didn't know they changed all of the birthday wish rules," he side-eyes you, albeit playfully, a goofy grin on his face.

You shove his shoulder and he laughs at you. "Please? I just want to know~" you ask again.

He sighs and gives in, avoiding looking at you. "I wished for you to stay with me."

"Saeyoung..."

"It's stupid, I know. We're friends and you would never leave my side, but I-" he looks down at the socks on his feet. "I mean that you... you're just important to me." He finally gains the confidence to make eye contact with you, unsure of how you'd respond.

You smile at him and take his hands in yours. "I will never leave you. Especially when it's the birthday boys wishes."

Your both very close together, noses nearly touching. "Then would you be willing to grant this birthday boy one more wish?" he whispers, blushing once more.

"Of course."

He leans in and closes the distance between the two of you. His kiss is gentle and sweet. After a few seconds you both pull away for air.

"I hope you know that it doesn't need to be your birthday for that to happen again," you smirk at him while you ruffle his already messy hair.

He squeezes you into a tight hug before whispering into your ear, "Then I'll make sure to take you up on that offer."

#fanfic #mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanfiction #saeyoung choi #saeyoung x mc #saeyoung x reader #707 mm #mm 707 #mysme 707

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kuroos-moon · 4 years

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Captains and Strong Independent S/o’s

☁︎︎ request: Oikawa, Kuroo and either Bokuto or Ushijima (I cant choose!) reacting to a (fem or g/n) reader who does some type of martial art and they’re kinda tough/strong and (maybe they’re the team manager and they don’t take no shit) and the captains kinda crush on them for it? (I like to imagine Oikawa having a tough gf who stops Iwa from being mean to him and jokingly threatens Iwa that if he wants to hurt Tohru he has to go through her

☁︎︎ pairing: oikawa x reader, kuroo x reader, ushijima x reader

☁︎︎ warning/s: swearing, felt a bit of angst while writing for ushijima’s idk why tho it might just be my imagination :>

☁︎︎ a/n: also dont know if it’s obvious but i kinda got carried away with ushijima’s

Oikawa Tohru

• is a smug little shit every time you’re with him or in the same room at least

• like,, he could piss Iwa-chan off to death and he won’t get hurt for it? now this is what he calls power

• sincerely loves and adores you, but at first, he kinda got sad that you’re so self-sufficient, you practically don’t need him

• but he’s now long accepted that you’re just so you… and in your relationship, it’s you who does the protecting and looking out by a whole lot (ofc it doesn’t mean he loves you less)

• that’s why he gets so so soft when he gets his turn in being the person who’s leaned on

• as their manager, he loves how you get things done so effectively, even Kyotani bows down to you, as he should—he always says in his head, smiling as he looks at the feral boy getting flustered around you

• he listens to you all the time and we all know Tohru backing down is so rare

“Oy, you’re overdoing it, let’s go.”

“Head home without me, Iwa-chan,” he mutters mindlessly as he screws up another serve, a scowl on his face as he bends down to get another ball; but he freezes at an instant upon Iwaizumi’s words—no, Iwaizumi’s threat.

“Suit yourself, I’ll call y/n.”

Oikawa has never changed stance so quickly in his life, cleaning up the gym as he sends smiles to his best friend’s way every five seconds, hoping he won’t tell on him on his cute but scary girl who could easily kick him unconscious.

• he uses your name to threaten anyone who wants to cross him and they will back down immediately

• also likes to show off because he knows you treasure him so much; he likes to be babied by you especially in front of others

“y/n-chan c’mere,” he softly says, whining a bit. The rest of his team look at the both of you in astonishment as you take the captain in your arms, Tohru’s cheek on your shoulder, looking back at the bewildered look on his teammate’s faces while you sit side by side on the bench.

They could never get used to someone as tough as you having such the softest spot for Shittykawa… like how could you even stand him?

“Really tired,” he mumbles, a small smile on his lips when you run your fingers through his hair. “I know, you were great as always, let’s head home so you could rest.”

“Y/n-chan, today, Iwa-chan hit my head when you were out to get water. It really hurt,” he says, still in your embrace as he smirks at his teammates.

Their mouths fall open, Iwaizumi’s eye twitching in irritation for his shitty best friend.

“And Maki-chan…” Hanamaki grits his teeth, looking at him pleadingly in panic as his mind runs through everything he did today, wondering what he could’ve done to your beloved. “He ate my milk bread; I was really hungry.”

Yup, Maki and Iwaizumi knew there was hell to pay, gulping in unison when you pull away from your boyfriend and narrow your eyes at them.

“Iwa-chan. I thought we agreed you weren’t hitting Tohru again.”

A chill runs down his spine, Tohru simply looks at you with pride, pulling you into his lap as he wraps his arms around your waist before you get the chance to throw hands at Iwaizumi.

Kuroo Tetsuro

• loves loves LOVES your remarks, your attitude, the way you take no crap from anyone, like “ah, he’s scared shitless, that’s my girl”

• dw, you’re not a thug or anything, but men who force their feelings on you will see heaven’s gates early

• and kuroo’s so pleased about it. sure, he’d love to get the chance to act all cool and brooding and possessive in front of other suitors but what’s more fun is watching their dejected faces as you say—

• “how many times do I have to turn you down? I have my tetsuro, now back the fuck off or I’ll break your nose.”

• you had no idea he was just outside your classroom waiting for you, arms crossed and a cocky grin stretching his lips when you lock eyes with him

• “chibi-chan!” he calls off cheerily, and you bet he’ll tease you about it til death do you part

• “don’t just stand there, give your tetsuro a hug!”

• laughs about how your friendly banters with yamamoto always end up with you winning the argument

• you rub off as mean bc you won’t take any disrespect, even a little—and that’s great

• those are one of the things he loves about you

• but he’s always worried you might get hurt or hated for it, though he knows you are very much capable of beating anyone up even kuroo himself

• so he’s always holding you back, and I can’t stress this enough, but this man knows you could fend for yourself and he is so proud you’re his partner

• he just wants to make certain that no one’ll hurt you, okay kitten?

• your conversations often go like this:

“I’ll beat up whoever tries to lay a hand on me.”

“don’t say such reckless things, you’re not superman.”

“uhuh, geez, I’ll be fine, I don’t need you to walk me home.”

“well news flash, your tetsuro, needs his y/n to walk him ho—ow,” he mutters when you slap his chest.

“go home with kenma.”

“I don’t want kenma,” he scowls, already irked that this is turning into an argument.

“too bad,” you deadpan.

“ugh,” he groans, “imagine a girlfriend who actually listens to you, just imagine.”

• he is the one and only person you’ll gladly accept lectures from, bc his lectures are always reasonable and for your own good

after checking and verifying that you were completely okay, you knew he was about to go down to business.

“you got into a fight? What are you? a thug?” he crosses his arms. You were both inside the gym along with the rest of his teammates who looked like they were far too preoccupied to listen. They were all clearly listening in though, except Kenma of course.

watching your figures from a few feet away, it was obvious that he was scolding you, and Lev already had a ridiculous visualization of you hitting Kuroo. Everyone was worried you’ll fight him, or maybe even hit him, well, everyone except Kenma, of course.

The setter knew that you would never ever lay a hand on kuroo as if the 6’1 captain was fragile. He also knew that you loved and respected kuroo too much to actually get agitated just because he was scolding you, you aren’t an unreasonable person. Lastly, he knew that kuroo would be going soft on you in five minutes tops, his best friend is hopeless like that.

Kenma was right, he always is. Your back is glued to the wall behind you, Kuroo’s hand beside your head, his face extremely close to yours that you’re left flustered which is rare.

After you were rambling on about how you had to put that girl in her place, going off about how it made you so mad and he should cut you some slack, he knew just how to shut you up. And it worked. You’re speechless.

“what was that again, hm? go on, you surely had a lot to say,” he mutters, acting all tough as if he wasn’t dying to just kiss you now. when you don’t respond and stare at him and his lips instead, he already gives in. yes, just like that. “you were wrong to do that, okay?” he breathes, the worry from earlier on making its way out through his voice.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

Locking lips with you, you pull him closer to yourself, and kuroo had purposely decided to kabedon you on this wall since his broad back would be shielding the two of you from his teammates’ line of sight.

After pulling away, he pats your head, licking his lips. “I forgive you, I’m not mad anymore.” You look away in embarrassment, realizing how petty you must’ve seemed to him. He sighs before hugging you, chin atop your head.

“Make this the last time, okay? I swear you’re shortening my lifespan having me worried all the time.”

You hug him tighter as a response, kuroo letting out a breath of contentment. Regardless of how tough you are outside; you are and always will be his soft little kitten and it was his greatest honor that you allow him to take care of you like this.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

• is probably a little too used to the idea of his most treasured girlfriend being extremely capable and self-sufficient

• his teammates would always look at him like ‘why are you not stepping in,’ every time you’re in a tough spot i.e. having an argument with someone or having a too-touchy suitor

• then they’d be like “oh, that’s why,” after you flung the despicable creature out to space

• he thinks so highly of you, not only are you physically strong, you’re even tougher on the inside too

• this is kinda a given but I’ll say it anyway—he can be unintentionally insensitive (well your relationship is kinda new)

• example no 1:

you were arguing with goshiki and while he would normally like to ignore you and let you have your way; he was getting annoyed bc the argument was far too petty.

“I’m gonna surpass him!”

“and I’m telling you that you ca-

your mouth is clamped with a big hand, and it took you only a second to realize it was Wakatoshi because only he would have the nerve to lay a hand on you like this. he still doesn’t say anything, dragging you with him in an empty hallway for privacy.

finally after you stopped walking, he turns to you and looks at you expectantly. “what was that for? Did you even wash your hand,” you mutter, slightly annoyed.

“I haven’t touched the ball yet, don’t worry,” he lowly says, making you sulk because he totally missed your point. “still, you didn’t have to make me shut up by clamping your hand against my mouth.” He’s too… not gentle with you sometimes.

“you were going to say something you shouldn’t to goshiki.”

“he said something he shouldn’t have.”

he only narrows his eyes at you and you do the same, anyone from your class would’ve been scared at the sight. You were both known as the cutest yet intimidatingly scary couple.

• you were in the early stages of dating and though you understood each other well, it wasn’t really enough yet

• it’s all good though, because once you tell him that he was too uncaring of you and your feelings he does something that no other man would do:

• apologize, admit his mistake, reflect on it a lot and,,, actually change!!

• he’s much softer to you after that, and he finally realizes that you were still his precious girl and you were sensitive when it came to him��

• cursed himself for being too reliant on how you never seemed sensitive or needy

• doesn’t dwell too much on regret, just treats you 100x times better

• is fascinated with your passion for martial arts but is against you overdoing training

• one time, he was torn between dragging you out of practice or just turning a blind eye to your visible exhaustion since you’re always so tough anyway, you’ll manage

• but then he remembers his promise to himself to never treat you like you aren’t the most special person to him so he excuses himself from practice and heads to your training room

you sat alone, your back to the wall. everyone else has gone home but you stayed because your muscles were too sore and you felt like you couldn’t even walk for another day. maybe it had something to do with how you’ve been training too much.

you’re startled upon seeing shoes on the floor you blankly stared at, looking up to meet eyes with Ushijima. “Wakatoshi,” you say in surprise.

he is expressionless as he bends down across you between your legs, and you had to admit this was something you weren’t used to from him. “are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft as velvet. you’re taken aback by his question, looking away in embarrassment.

Wakatoshi rarely asks you that, and most of the time it was only when you said the word ‘ow’ when you accidentally hit something. you clear your throat, bringing your hands together to play with your fingers, “I’m okay.”

it was silent for a few seconds before you hear him sigh, not only that, warm, gentle hands had found its way to yours and you look at him, bewildered. “is this okay?” he asks, looking down at both your hands and you nod. “your hands are much smaller, compared to mine at least.” he says, but you’re too flustered to even understand that.

“are other things okay too?” he asks, and like his former statement, you didn’t understand. your silence doesn’t stop him though, he decided to push his luck. tugged gently by your wrist, your back’s no longer pressed to the wall as ushijima wakatoshi pulls you in his arms for the first time in your very few months of dating.

“wakatoshi,” you mumble, your heart racing so much you’re sure he feels it against his chest. he’s so warm, welcoming, and in his loving hold felt like the rightest place to be. “you’re not feeling okay.”

you don’t respond, opting to bury your face at the crook of his neck instead. “I’m here, I know you’re tired.”

you both stay in that position for a long time, it was addicting to be cradled in his arms and he felt the same. “y/n,” he whispers, and you hum in response.

“you’re strong. very strong. you don’t need a man at all.”

your heart skips a beat, “toshi are you breaking up with me?”

you hear a soft chuckle ring in your ears, “let me finish. as I said, you’re very strong. you look like you’re always so tough. but you’re not, and so…” he trails off, so you pull away to look at him, hesitance evident in his eyes, his palm still pressed at the small of your back.

“you’re not always strong. in fact if I dare say, you are fragile, and I care about you. so please, allow me to be there for you all the time, I’ll be here, just like now.”

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falcqns · 4 years

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Over Again

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Part two to To Be So Lonely. You work with Tom again, and is forced to face Henry.

Warnings:

A/N: Here’s part two! Hope you enjoy!

Said I'd never leave her

'Cause her hands fit like my t-shirt

Tongue-tied over three words, cursed

Running over thoughts that make my feet hurt

Bodies intertwined with her lips

The next few years with you and Sebastian went great. Both you and Sebastian had issued a statement discussing what had happened, as well as Henry. The media was all over it for a few weeks, but eventually, it died down. Henry was able to maintain his role on The Witcher, but you had heard that things between him and production were a little tense. He hadn’t made any more movies, and rarely appeared at public events, such as award shows. You felt bad for the way he was being treated, but Sebastian reassured you that its what he deserved.

You and Sebastian had gotten married, and had a 2 year old daughter named Lerae Georgeta Stan. You continued to work, doing big projects such as a few Marvel movies, and quite a few Tom Cruise movies. When Tom called you and asked if you wanted to be in the new Mission Impossible, you said yes. He had told you that Henry would be appearing well, but you insisted everything would be fine. Henry had seemed very remorseful the last few years, and you weren’t one to hold grudges. You’d have scenes with him, but Tom assured you there would always be another person in the scene with you at least.

Sebastian was happy for you, of course, but he was still nervous. You understood his nervousness, and when he asked if him and Lerae could come with you, you agreed. You hadn’t ever left your daughter, and you weren’t planning on it anytime soon. You didn’t want to be one of those ‘celebrity moms’ who never see their children.

You arrived in England a few weeks after getting the role, and you, Seb, and Lerae found an apartment which was close to the set, and planned to come to set whenever they could. Seb still wanted Lerae to experience a normal childhood, and explore London, so he planned on taking her out to do “Daddy - Daughter” activities in the city.

You had arrived on set the first day of shooting, without your husband and daughter. They were supposed to come, but Lerae threw a huge tantrum the night before out of pure exhaustion, so Sebastian decided it would be best to keep her home for the day, so you were on your own. You had worked with some of your co stars before, and the ones you hadn’t worked with, you had met previously. Working with Tom Cruise had its benefits. You didn’t see Henry, but everyone else was there.

Now she's feeling so low since she went solo

Hole in the middle of my heart like a polo

And it's no joke to me

So can we do it all over again?

Just as you were finishing up in Hair and Makeup, Henry walked through the door. Every one said hello to him, but you just gave him a nice smile, to which he didn’t return, his eyes averting to the ground. Everyone was finished a few minutes later, and then it was just you, Henry, and the hair and makeup artists. You were about to say hello to him, when your phone rang. You answered, and your heart dropped.

“I have to go back to the States today,” Sebastian said, and you heard him sniffle. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“What? Why?” You asked.

He sighed before talking. “Apparently a good 20 minutes of footage is unusable because the files on the camera card corrupted, so I have to go back to reshoot. I’m so sorry.” Sebastian said, and you heard him breaking down over the phone, and your daughter asking why her daddy was crying.

“Sweetheart,” You said gently, and noticed Henry’s face get even sadder. “It’s okay. Bring Lerae here, and you head back. I can manage her on my own for a few days, okay?” You said, and Sebastian calmed down.

“O-Okay. I’ll bring her in about an hour.” He said, and you nodded.

“Sounds good. How long will you be gone?”

“Only about a week. I’m just feeling bad because we just got here,a dan now I have to leave you alone to parent in a whole new country while shooting a movie.” He explained, and you chuckle. “We’ll survive. We’ve had weeks alone before, dont worry, okay?”

“Okay.” Sebastian said. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay. Te iubesc,” You said.

“Și eu te iubesc,” He responded, and he hung up.

Your hair and makeup was finished soon after, and you headed out of the trailer. Henry’s eyes followed you out, but didn’t say anything. You walked over to Tom and explained the situation, to which he was very understanding.

Not too much later, Sebastian sent you a text saying he was here, and you walked over to meet him at the entrance to set. His eyes were still red and puffy, and Lerae was clinging to him for dear life, obviously afraid of the big burly security guards.

“Hi sweetie,” You said, and your daughter reached out for you. “Hi, Mama,” She said, before she pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Hi other sweetie,” You said as you turned to Sebastian, who smiled as well. “Hi baby,” he said. He gave you a sweet kiss, and handed you Lerae’s diaper bag. She was mostly potty trained, but did tend to have accidents sometimes, just like a normal two year old. Seb then wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you into his chest. Lerae giggled, and rested her head on his chest too.

“We’ll be okay, my love,” You whispered, and he nodded.

“I know. I just worry sometimes.” He said and you nodded. “It’s okay.”

He sniffled again and pulled you two closer. “I should go, or I’m going to miss my flight, but I’ll call you when I land, okay?” He promised, and drew your lips in for a kiss, which made Lerae gag. “Ew, Dada!” She exclaimed, hiding her face behind her Winter Soldier bear. Sebastian chuckled, and lifted her out of your arms.

“be good for mama, okay? Dada will be back on Sunday,” He said, and she nodded. “I pwomise Dada. I be good.” Sebastian smiled, and hugged her to his chest. He pressed kisses on her cheek, which she returned, and then she was handed back to you. The three of you said your goodbyes, and you two watched as Sebastian walked away.

“Okay, honey. We’re going to go to my trailer and play there until Mama has to go film.” You explained as she wiggled out of your embrace to walk on her own. “Otay Mama. I see Uncle Tom?” She asked, as she gripped your hand and you two made your journey to the trailers. “Yes honey, we can go see Uncle Tom in a little bit.” She nodded, and you watched as she gazed around at the buildings on set. She had been on set’s before, but she was always so interested. You and Sebastian had a suspicion that she is a star in the making.

You two passed the makeup trailer just as Henry was coming out, and you smiled at him. He gave you a sad smile in return and retreated to his trailer to wait to be called to set. You two walked inside your own trailer, and Lerae climbed up on the couch to take her shoes off.

The two of you were able to stay in the trailer for a few more hours, her colouring, and you rehearsing lines, before a PA knocked on your door and told you they needed you on set in 20 minutes. You got changed into your costume, and Lerae gasped as she saw what you were wearing. You had a yellow sundress with white flowers on it, with matching yellow ballet flats.

She scrambled up, and gave you a hug. “You so pwetty, Mama.” Your heart melted and you lifted up your little girl. “Thank you, baby. Let’s get out shoes on and head to set, okay? We get to see Uncle Tom!” Lerae giggled, and slid out of your grasp. She got her shoes on and gripped her “Bucky Bear” in her hands, and followed you out.

You were reminding her that when the cameras are rolling, she has to be quiet, and sit in your chair nicely, when she squealed. You looked up, and saw Henry. “Mama! Supaman!” She exclaimed, and your stomach flipped. “Yeah, baby, that is Superman. Maybe if you’re nice enough, he’ll say hi to you,” And she nodded with a determined look on her face.

Henry noticed you, and then his eyes drifted down to Lerae. He smiled, and gave her a wave. She then decided to take off running to go say hello to one of her favourite superhero’s. You followed after her, and smiled when Henry finally talked to you.

“Hi, Y/N,” He said, giving you a tentative smile.

“Hey. Listen, you don’t have to walk on eggshells around me. It’s been 3 years since then, and we’ve all moved on. I’m sorry for what my friends did to your career. I never wanted that to happen.” You said, and he smiled warmly.

“Thanks. And, you don’t have to apologize. What I did was horrible, and I deserved what happened. I don’t blame you, or anyone. I was actually hoping to a police to Sebastian about what happened, but I guess he left,” He said, glancing down at your daughter who had her face smushed against his leg, and gazing around the room.

“He’ll be back Sunday. He feels really bad too, so I think you two talking it out is the best thing.” Henry nodded, just before Tom came up and scooped up his niece.

“Hey, you two. We’re about to start. I’ll watch her.” He mentioned, while tickling her belly, and you thanked him, before moving to start filming.

If you're pretending from the start

Like this with a tight grip

Then my kiss can mend your broken heart

I might miss everything you said to me

The rest of the week went well, with Lerae glued to Henry. You two hadn’t had a moment alone to actually talk, but Michelle and Rebecca came into your trailer and insisted that they could watch your daughter so you could go talk to him.

You knocked on his trailer door, and heard a faint ‘come in!’, so you entered. He smiled at you as he was petting Kal, who ran up to you.

“I was hoping to actually talk to you about what happened.” You said and Henry nodded. “Me too.”

You sat down on the couch, and pet Kal, while Henry sat next to you. You took a deep breath before speaking. “I’m really sorry. If I had known how you were feeling, I wouldn’t have mentioned it, or at least brought it up in a different way. And I definitely wouldn’t have talked about him as much as I did. I was just in love, and wanted to tell everyone about him,” You said and Henry nodded.’

“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I guess I built up how our first meeting would go in my head, and then I got angry when it went in a completely different way. Sebastian told me how excited you were to work with me, and on The Witcher, and I instantly felt bad. I wanted to come and apologize but you were gone, and the damage was already done.” He said, his eyes down cast.

You scrunched up your eyebrows. “How bad was it after?” You asked.

Henry looked up at you. “I got screamed at. By everyone. Anya, Freya, Joey, Lauren, and Director, everyone. Anya, Freya and Joey didn’t talk to me for a god two months afterwards, and everyone else was extremely harsh on me. My agent and manager said they had never seen someone act the way I did, and that they were considering dropping me. Thankfully, they didn’t, but it was very tense for a while. I’ve never seen my parents more angry at me. I honestly thought they were going to disown me. Once I had made my statement, I couldn’t find work. Until this movie, I was relying solely on The Witcher for income. Which, is okay while were filming, but the cheques aren’t as big after filming wraps. I thought for sure that I’d lose this role too when you found out, but I’m very thankful that I didn’t.”

You smiled sadly. “I don’t hold grudges. You’ve changed, I’ve changed, and everyone’s moved on. We’re all good. And don’t worry too much about talking to Sebastian. Knowing him, he’s going to try to apologize for getting me first,” You joked, and Henry laughed.

“You two seem happy. Sometimes I wonder if we could have been that happy,” he remarked sadly, and you nodded.

“Maybe in another life. But, we’ll never know.” You said, and Henry smiled.

“I’m just happy that we can be friends,” He said. “You’re daughter seems amazing. What’s her name?” He asked, as he gazed out the window where she was playing tag with Rebecca and Michelle.

“Her name’s Lerae. It means ‘strong and brave’, which she is. She was born two months premature, and she fought like hell the entire time.” You explained, your eyes drifting to her. She was running around, her blue eyes reflecting off the sun. You could see so much of Sebastian in her.

“She’s the real superhero. Not me,” Henry said and you chuckled.

“Sebastian says the same thing.”

You'll never know how to make it on your own

And you'll never show weakness for letting go

I guess it's still hard if the seed's sown

But, do you really want to be alone?

The film went smoothly after that. Sebastian arrived on Sunday, and him and Henry had a good talk, which resulted in them making plans to go to a Rugby game with some of Henry’s friends. After that game, they became really good friends. Chris and Anthony forgave him as well, and the four of them were great friends.

Lerae loved her Uncle Henry, and she loved Kal. Her daddy may be a Marvel hero, but she always had a soft spot for Superman. Henry remained involved in her life. He came to every birthday party, every dance recital, and eventually every movie premier when she grew up. He got her her first acting job at the age of 7, on The Witcher. After that, she was hooked.

You and Sebastian stayed together through everything. You gave him a son, named James Anthony Stan, when Lerae was 4. The two were inseparable, much like you and Sebastian.

Even though you and Henry remained friends, he always loved you. You’d notice it sometimes, wether it be in the way he looked at you when he thought you didn’t notice him looking, or the way he treated your children. Sometimes it wasn’t as noticeable, and you’d think it faded, but then you’d catch his eye in the right light and you saw it again.

The love.

If you're pretending from the start

Like this with a tight grip

Then my kiss can mend your broken heart

I might miss everything you said to me

And I can lend you broken parts

That might fit like this

And I will give you all my heart

So we can start it all over again

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funfickgirl22 · 4 years

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O Christmas tree.

Henry Cavill x Single mother/Reader.

Words: 705

You were looking for a perfect Christmas tree but you have found the perfect man.

It is finally December, and your little son Nathan couldn’t be happier to go on a hunt for the perfect Christmas tree. Being freshly divorced it was important to you to have these magical moments with your little one. Especially now when he needs to feel you are there for him.

Hunting for the Christmas tree was easy. You have talked to Nathan before and agreed to take 6ft tall, natural Pine tree. You were talking to the owner of the farm when he can deliver the tree not realizing that your son had a small talk with a stranger.

“Excuse me Witcher, I think this tree is too small for you.”

Henry looked down, chuckled seeing 6-year-old boy with quite a serious face.

“Do you think so, little man? Aren’t you too little to know who the Witcher is?”

“My mummy won’t let me see your show but I‘ve seen the poster with your face. Mummy reads me the books sometimes. She is the best. I like Superman too, but the Witcher is sooo cool”

You have heard that your son is talking to the stranger, not knowing who this handsome man is. Gently, you took your son’s hand and apologized to the man for Nathan’s interference.

“I am sorry, he usually doesn’t bother people.”

“No problem at all. He gave me good advice to take a bigger tree. You have raised a very smart little man. “

“Thank you, Sir.” You felt your cheeks burning recognizing the handsome man. You have read way too many smuts about him.

“I am Henry, not Sir, I am too young for that.” Henry smiled blushed, shy and completely fascinated by your beauty.

“I am Y/N and this is Nathan. I am sorry but we need to go. I hope you will listen to my son’s advice and get a bigger tree. That one is way too small. “

“I will definitely get a bigger tree now, my dog will eat that one for breakfast.”

Henry stood in the same spot for a few minutes watching you walk away. He could not believe how beautiful you are. He was a little bit sad, thinking you have probably had a husband. On the other hand, he hadn’t spotted a wedding ring on your finger…

Meantime, You and little Nathan were waiting for the taxi at the pick-up point. Your car broke and your ex supposed to pick you up, but he wasn’t answering his phone. It was getting colder and darker. Nathan was getting tired too. You hold Nathan in your arms, praying the taxi will arrive soon. You couldn’t believe what are the odds to meet your celebrity crush on the Christmas tree farm. He was so handsome, tall, and his smile… Your thoughts were interrupted by your son's excited voice. Henry exit the farm and walked in your direction.

“Witcher, Witcher we need your magic, can you fix our car? We need to get home, but my dad doesn’t live with us anymore, he can’t do it.” Your heart broke hearing your son's sad statement.

“Nathan, sweetheart we can’t ask that. I am sure Henry is busy.”

“Actually, I am not busy. I can take you home, but first I will need to get a hot chocolate, I am too cold. Would you like to join me? “Henry looked directly at you hoping you will make his dreams come true. He knew now that you weren’t married and probably not in the relationship. He couldn’t let you go.

“Yes! I want chocolate! “Nathan cheered happily.

“Thank you for the offer. Are you sure though? We don’t want to intrude…” you answered shyly, not believing what is happening.

“Nonsense, I could use some company.” Ladies first…” Henry showed you the way to his car being a gentleman as always. The drive went smoothly, wasn’t awkward at all, it was like you and Henry knew each other for a long time. Henry might have been the gentleman from the outside but from inside, he started having dirty thoughts, wondering how you would look underneath him.

Once you have reached your destination, Nathan was already asleep in the backseat. Henry took the chocolate on the go and you guys spend a wonderful date in the car.

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viking-raider · 4 years

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Nothing to Stand On - One Shot

Summary: You get hurt on the job and it causes almost life changes damage.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 2,744

Rating: G - Language, Angst and Fluff

Inspiration: Something that’s been on my Muse’s brain after watching Justice League a couple of times.

Author’s Note: Tell me what you think!

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“I'll be fine, babe.” You smiled at Henry as you both stood backstage at the X Game you were doing with your Motocross team. “I've done hundreds of these shows, Henry.” You tried to reassure him, rubbing your hand up and down his thick arm.

“I know, I just worry.” Henry replied, frowning down at you.

You were an athlete first and foremost, freestyle motocross had always been your dream job and it took you nearly a decade to obtain the success and fame you wanted to achieve within it. You hopped around the world working any job you could do within the ring, no matter how small and obscure. But, you also understood Henry's concern for you, it was a dangerous job. You and Henry had met while you were recovering from a torn ACL two years before, after a failed back-flip. But, you knew the consequences of your profession, so did Henry, and until you couldn't do it anymore, you were going to keep doing it.

Nothing could prevent you from it.

“I know you do, Puppy.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist. “But, I'll be fine.” You tried to comfort him. “Why don't you go up to the box, and I'll see you after the show.” You told him, seeing he wasn't going to be comforted until you were safe on the ground with him again.

“All right.” He grunted, cupping your face in his hands and kissed you, deep and long, like he expected it to be the last time he ever kissed you again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Henry.” You smiled, kissing him one more time before letting him go.

Henry made his way up to the private viewing box the arena had to watch you. He grabbed a drink from the bar in the box and stood by the windows facing into the arena, checking out the multiple dirt ramps and the already screaming fans. His gulps of Guinness turned to painful acid in his stomach as the minutes ticked by before the show started. The rumble of engines hummed above the roar of the fans in their seats and a line of bikes shot out of the entrance tunnel, you at the front of the pack. He felt the familiar rush of adrenaline and pride he always got watching you come out, all suited up and on your dirt bike, always accompanied with the icy cold knot of worry and fear in his stomach.

He pulled out of his thoughts seeing you raise your hand, saluting him. He forced a smile and returned the salute, you had given Henry the salute at the very first X Game he ever accompanied you too. It was a gesture that said; I see you and I love you.

After you and your team did some showboating for the crowd, the show got down to business. As a tease to Henry, the first trick you did after hitting one of the ramps was the Superman, holding onto the handle bars of your bike and kicking the rest of your body out, hovering parallel with the seat and bike, before righting yourself and landing. It achieved what you were going for, making Henry laugh and shake his head, blushing like wild.

Th more tricks you did and smoothly landed, the more Henry relaxed, assured you would be fine. It was getting towards the end of the show and Henry abandon his neglected Guinness. He was about to turn and start down to the locker room to meet up with you and tell you how great you did, when he noticed you and one of the other riders in your team decided to give the crowd an encore trick to close out the night. His head tilted as he watched the two of you take to two different ramps that crossed each other, he'd never seen this before. You and the rider hyped up the crowd for a minute or so before taking off up the ramps, planning to leapfrog each other, like you had done a thousand times before.

“Oh god.” Henry let out in a breathy whisper, his stomach falling out of his body.

The rider that should have been below you, over shot the ramp and the two of you ended up colliding together, mid-air. You let go of your bike, arms oscillating as you kicked the machine away from you. It was a long fall that made time slow, while the ground rushed up towards you. You relaxed your body, preparing yourself for the impact you were about to make. Your legs buckled beneath you, sending you spinning several feet before slamming back down on your side, head and helmet hitting the ground, leaving you to limply roll and slide the rest of the way down the ramp, knocked out.

Henry's eyes were huge was absolute horror, tears threatening to fall as he shook with fear. Personnel and medical teams rushed out to you and the other rider, carefully pulling off your helmet and assessing your injuries. A few minutes later, you opened your eyes with a groan, every square inch of your body throbbing and screaming. You listened to the medical crew, squeezing their hands and moving your feet, telling them what day it was, your name and every other question they gave you to check out your condition, before they let you sit up. Your first motion after sitting up was looking up at the private box and giving Henry the salute.

I'm all right.

But, it didn't ease Henry's panic.

After a few more things, the medical crew cleared you, helping you up onto your feet and supporting you to the back, shaky from the ordeal.

“Y/n!” Henry's yell echoed down the concrete as he rushed down the hall towards your room.

“Right here, Henry.” You called back with a groan, pressing an arm to your angry ribs. “Out.” You snapped at everyone else in the room.

“Oh god, y/n.” Henry panted, panic attack in full swing and cupping your dirty face.

“I'm all right, Puppy.” You told him, gently, resting a hand on his chest. “Just banged up, that's all. There's nothing broken or torn.”

“You're sure?” He fussed, looking you over.

“Positive, Hen.” You smiled at him, always amused by his mother hen tendency.

“I should take you to the hospital.” He fretted, lifting your jersey and seeing the ugly bruising on your side.

“They cleared me, Henry. I don't need to go to the hospital.”

“What if they're wrong?” He babbled, frightened blue eyes holding yours.

You rested your hands on his face and pressed your foreheads together. “Breathe, Henry.” You whispered, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. “I'm fine, just bruises and stiffness. Nothing more, I promise.” You cooed at him, as he took deep breaths in and out.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, very gingerly wrapping his arms around you, standing between your open legs. “Can I take you back to the hotel now?” He asked, palms gliding up and down your back.

“Yes, please.” You smirked, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his neck.

Henry kissed your forehead and helped you slip off the exam table and limp out to the rental car Henry had, taking you back to the hotel room you had reserved. You limped through the lobby and onto the elevator, Henry scooped you up and carried you down the rest of the way to the room. Pushing open the door, Henry detoured into the bathroom, resting you on the counter and plugged the drain to the tub, twisting on the hot tap with a splash of the cold, then turned back to you. He pulled off your boots, socks and jersey, followed by your pants and panties, before he eased you into the full tub of hot water, making you moan at the majestic feel of it on your ravaged body. Henry gently washed away the dirt and grime from your banged up body, and massaged shampoo into your hair, easing the tension migraine you had going.

“Thanks, babe.” You yawned as you rested back against the pillows Henry had piled up against your back in bed.

“You're welcome, sweetie. You just rest.” He replied, tucking you in and kissing your temple. “Do you want one of the painkillers they gave you?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, feeling the stiffness your bath had eased away seep back into your muscles.

“Okay.”

Henry grabbed the bottle out of his jacket pocket, took out one of the oval tablets and a bottle of water, out of the room's mini fridge, cracking it open and handing it and the pill to you. Tossing back the pill, you downed half of the water and let Henry set it on your nightstand. Turning out the lights, Henry crawled into bed with you, smiling as you laid your head on his shoulder and watched some tv with him, dozing off as the painkiller took effect.

You woke a few hours later, Henry sound asleep beside you, Kal wedged between your bodies at the foot of the bed, and your bladder begging to be emptied. Groaning softly, you pulled back the blankets and stiffly sat up on the edge of the bed, then frowned. Shaking your head, you pushed up with your hands, but couldn't stand. A nauseating and tight chill ran up your throat from your stomach, realizing you couldn't stand up, you could barely wiggle your toes.

“Oh god.” You started to breath heavily. “Oh my god.” You gasped, starting to panic and freak out.

Kal lifted his head, sensing your fear and let out of low woof, hopping out of bed and going around to you, touching his cold snout to the bare skin of your knee, that you barely felt, which did nothing for your mounting fear.

“Henry.” You whimpered, his name dying out to a pitiful squeak. “Henry.” You huffed out louder.

“Hm.” He hummed back, stirring a little bit.

“Henry!” You called out louder, tears dripping down your cheeks.

Henry took a deep breath, frowning as he woke up, shaking his head. “What's wrong, y/n?” He asked, eyes half open as he battled to stay away. “What is it?” He mumbled.

“I-” You gulped down the thick knot in your throat. “I can't...get up.” You told him, desperately trying to quell your fright.

His eyes popped open at your words, brain going on high and panicked alert. “What?” He snapped, startled.

“I can't stand up.” You repeated, slower.

“Holy fuck.” He gasped, sitting up and looking at you, seeing the pure horror in your red and wet eyes. “You're sure?”

“Yes, I'm sure.” You snapped back, scared. “I've been trying to for the last five minutes, and I'm still sitting here. I can't really feel them either.” You told him, panic gripping you firmly as you looked down at your feet.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Henry panicked, ripping out of bed and throwing clothes on. “It's okay.” He tried to assure you, watching you shake.

“How is this okay?” You mewled, looking up at him. “I can't fucking walk.”

“It'll be fine.” Henry repeated, slipping a pair of socks on your feet and your jacket on, before picking you up in his arms. “I told you, we should have gone to the hospital.” He said, on the elevator ride to the lobby.

“Not the time for 'I told you so', Henry.” You replied, eye twitching at him.

Henry got you into the car and rushed you to the nearest hospital. “Yes, hi.” He rushed, standing at the admittance desk in the ER. “My girlfriend was in an accident, for her job, and now she can't walk.” He explained to the nurse as she asked for the nature of the visit.

“When did this happen?”

“The accident..” Henry looked at his watch. “Four hours ago. She was fine just after the ordeal, but she woke up about forty minutes ago, unable too.”

“All right.”

The nurse got the rest of your information, secured a hospital bracelet around your wrist and wheeled you into an ER bay. Another nurse came into your room, taking your vitals and put in an IV port, putting you on fluids and painkillers. Henry paced up and down the side of your bed, too worried and antsy to sit or stand. After several minutes, a technician came in and took you for an X-Ray and MRI, before taking you back to your room.

After a terrifying hour, the ER doctor assigned to you, entered your room with his clipboard. “Ms. y/l/n?”

“Yes?” You nodded, gripping Henry's hand.

“Can you tell me what you were doing, when you sustained your injury?” He asked, lifting a brow at you.

“I'm an athlete.” You replied, licking your lips. “Freestyle motocross. A fellow team mate and I botched a trick we were doing for a show last night and I fell.” You explained to him.

He nodded his head at you, staring at your chart. “Well, after reviewing your tests, it seems you have lumbar pressure from your fall.” He told you, matter-of-factually. “So, you have spinal cord swelling in your lower back, as a result of your fall. It didn't become so dangerous until much later, which is why you suddenly lost the ability to walk and use your legs.” He explained.

“Can you reduce the swelling, so she can walk again?” Henry asked, mouth hanging open as he stared wide eyed at the doctor.

“Thankfully, yes. The warm bath you took beforehand really helped reduce the risks. If you hadn't and waited as long as you did, we might not have been able to reduce the swelling soon enough, before real lasting damage was done.” the Doctor nodded at him and gave you a reassuring smile.

“But, you'll have to stay in the hospital for a little while, while we give you anti-inflammatory medication and some antibiotics, in case you develop an infection, as a result of the swelling.” He added.

“I'll do whatever I need too.” You told him, nodding your head.

“Great.” He smiled at you. “We'll start your treatment right away and work on getting you a private room.”

“Thank you.” Henry sighed with relief, rubbing his face and carding his fingers through his wild curls.

“Seems you saved me, Hen.” You smiled up at him.

“Yeah.” He grinned and blushed. “I just wanted to help you relax and ease some of your pain with that bath.” He babbled, shyly.

“And you did, then some.” You told him, squeezing his hand. “My Superman.” You giggled at him.

A nurse hooked up your first round of anti-inflammatory medication to your IV, along with the antibiotics. You were moved to a private room a few hours later, Henry insisting that he would stay with you, for however long it took for you to get better; which luckily was only two days. But, you still had lingering weakness in your legs from the ordeal, so your primary doctor set you up with some physical therapy.

“Come on, you can do it.” Henry smirked, his hands hovering inches from your wobbling hips as you stood on the balance disk. “Twenty seconds.” He told you, glancing at the clock on the living room wall.

“Fuck, this hurts.” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut and teetering.

“No pain, no gain.” He chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist. “That's twenty.” He huffed, kissing the top of your head. “You're lasting a lot longer now.” He praised you, as you gingerly stepped off the disc.

“That's something, at least.” You panted, licking your lips, feeling the muscles in your back and legs throb.

“You'll be back on your bike in no time.” He smiled, though you could see the apprehension in his blue eyes, fearful about you going back to work and getting hurt again.

“Yeah, but for now, I think I'll just take it easy and stay home with you and Kal.” You told him with a sweet smile. “That's enough of an adrenaline rush and adventure for me.”

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damn-stark · 4 years

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Findings of a Cult

Ben Hargreeves x Fem!reader (Not my gif)

Requested by anon “ben hargreeves x reader fluff? au where benny lives possibly”

A/N- I love this, hope you all like it too. Anyway the next chapter for Faults is coming soon, I’m working on it :)

Warning- mentions of attempted rape, light violence and besides that fluff.

———-

Stay calm. Stay calm.

You look over your shoulder, still seeing the same creepy men not so casually following behind you, their eyes dead set on you.

Again. Stay calm. It’s all just a coincidence.

You pick up your pace and shove your hands in your jacket pocket, feeling the beat of your heart spike at the sound of the constant and loud footsteps still stomping behind you, hushed voices shared to each other. You try to look around for any help, or anyone to cling onto in order to fake a familiarity with them to get these men off your back, but no one comes to sight, anyone that could be of any help tucked away under a roof that protects them from the cold raindrops. Unlike you, seeking refuge in any place apparently was impossible today.

Stay calm…

A hopeful smile finally creeps into your face at the spotting of a red neon sign that simply read ‘bar’.

Points for creativity.

However you practically run to the building, seeing the door get bigger the closer you get. Only reaching the door was a broken dream as one of the men grabbed your arm and dragged your fighting body to a dark alleyway. You try to kick and punch them, struggling under the hold of four men, but they’re stronger and hold down your arms with their own, while their legs press back your own to the brick wall, a sudden sinking feeling felt on the pit of your stomach at the sight of their creepy smiles.

“Let go!” You bellow, not standing without a fight even if they had you beat. “Let go!”

One of the men cover your mouth steps closer, his smile twisting into a cruel smirk as he stepped up, bringing out a dagger from within his pocket and pointing at your throat to he remain quiet, the abrupt action making you swallow thickly and feel your whole body tremble, feeling tears pick up at the corner of your eyes. As the first man moves his other further down your body, he’s suddenly ripped away, a loud yelp leaving his lips at the quick action. His friends drop you to turn and watch the sudden interruption, noticing their bodies physically freeze upon sight of something with tentacles appearing out of the night, only it wasn't something, but rather someone?

You only saw flashes of his face as the lamp post across the street hit his face and illuminated in a yellow hue, whatever came out of his body was just a blur as they moved fast to pick up the other men and throw them across the ground, leaving them to lay unconscious.

A gasp escaped your lips as you tried to back away, even if you physically couldn’t anymore with the wall behind you. You still tried though, the image of the man with tentacles that were now gone, freighting you and making your breath pick up until they were heard as soft pants.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” The man assured you, raising his hands to prove his innocent claim. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You wanted to believe him, but what the men wanted to do left you unsure and doubtful. Even if this man did save you.

“Please,” You whispered, “I just—”

“My name is Ben, you can trust me.” He tried again, stopping a couple before you as he noticed you were still shaking and your eyes were widened with fear. “I promise you, I don’t want to hurt you. I was raised to save people, promise.”

You swallow thickly and stop, slowly tilting your head to meet his gaze, finding it warm and surprisingly assuring, a fact that was the complete opposite from the other men.

“Let me take you inside, so you can catch your breath and drink some water.” The man you now know was Ben suggests, his words assuring you in every way possible. The kindness in his eyes slowly makes you relax and slowly nod your head in agreement to his words.

“O-Okay.” You stammer, making a noticeable smile detectable on his lips even with the darkness basking his face.

Your answer should have been a blunt ‘no’, given your previous event, but there was just something about him that you fully trusted with your whole heart. He only frieghtned you because of what you had seen come out of his body, but if he meant to hurt you, he would’ve done it already. Right? Well firstly he wouldn’t have even suggested going inside the bar if he meant anything bad, and mostly likely would have taken you already and led you inside the buzzing place that had a couple of people inside it, most of those people wearing the same light blue clothing.

Ben came to stop by the bar and just ordered the simple water before guiding you to a simple booth, his eyes following your movements as you sat across from him, not noticing the hitch in your breath when his face was finally fully visible. The smile that he had offered you outside, complimented his gentle features, the kindness that was behind his warm brown eyes that were yet so enticing. He unlike the other men didn't look at you like you were some sort of meal, nor did he look at you like you were some broken you that needed fixing. Thankfully. He just looked at you simply with a kindness that didn’t match many other men that you had met. He was also very attractive, that was also another fact your still frightened mind could tell.

You drink a sip of the water he had gently placed in front of you before offering him a small smile and words that were meant to be shared moments ago. “Thank you, for uh, helping me out there,” you began to fidget with your hands at how nervous you were getting, at the feeling of your cheeks burning under his kind gaze, “I thought I was goner. Thanks...Ben.”

Ben smiles and offers a short nod, “no problem, men shouldn’t treat women like that.”

You sigh, “and yet they do. They’re a plague to this already cruel world.”

“I can agree with you on that.”

After his words it gets quiet, what you intended to ask him, lost and stuck on the top of your stomach, feeling somewhat scared to step over the boundaries, but feeling a general curiosity for what you had seen.

“So,” You softly began, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and keeping your eyes on your drink for a moment before you regained some sort of confidence. “What you did. I mean what I saw coming out of your body, are you some sort Superman or something?”

Ben chuckled and shook his head, “or something.”

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips and you met his gaze, “it was pretty scary, but it was also cool.”

“It wasn’t, you’re lying.”

“No. No, I’m not. It’s very cool.”

A noticeable blush grew on Ben’s cheeks, every attempt he did to try and hide failing since the yellow light above illuminated every inch of his face. “You are the first one outside of my siblings to ever think that.”

You shrug, “well, it’s not everyday I see someone with your….abilities, it’s fascinating.”

“Thank you.” Ben smiles, his gaze falling on some nicely dressed man who passed by the booth offering Ben two thumbs up, an audible scoff leaving Ben’s lips as a response to the action. “Do you have anywhere to go?”

You smile and take another drink of your water before setting it on the table, “you want me out or something?”

Ben’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head rapidly, “no, no, no. Just...curious.”

“I was just teasing.” You assure him, feeling now more calm and more yourself at his presence. “But no, I actually have nowhere to be. So I’m free for the rest of the night.”

Ben showed a shy grin as he nodded, “good. I can stay with you as long you want, and if you want me to take you home, I can.”

“You’re too kind, but thank you.”

Home was a rather difficult word. Yes, you had a home, but it was filled with six other roommates, in a two bedroom apartment….well roommates wasn’t the right word to describe your family, but since they acted like passing strangers with you then they were nothing but that. Sadly.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked curiously, with worrying, spilling all over his features. “Are you hungry? We can go someplace, where they sell anything but nachos.”

You grin and shake your head, “nope all fine.” The same elegant man passes again and shoots Ben a wink, your cursoristy now stabbing at you to get to know who it was. “Who is that? He’s passed twice and both times he’s given you these for teasing gestures.”

Ben sighed, pulling his gaze from the man to meet your own, “my brother.”

“Oh,” you look bald at the man that was now flirting with the bartender, a genuine laugh coming past your lips, “he seems.”

“Over the top? Crazy? Annoying?”

You shake your heads, “No, he seems cool.”

Ben groans, “not you too. He’s already got a cult following him who think the same way.”

“A cult? Really?” You prop your elbows on the table and lean in closer, “how does he make a cult? Please share all the gory details.”

Ben leans in with an amused smile, “fine. But you were asking for the story.”

“Okay, okay, just go.”

The rest of the night passes, time becoming irrelevant to both of you as you both shared stories. Given, his own stories were a hundred times more interesting than yours, but he still cared enough to listen to yours without a sign of boredom, he just hung onto every word of every story. You both shared laughs, and smiles, never really looking away are being bothered by his brothers followers, or his actual brother. Ben was a great guy, a trait you noticed within minutes of meeting him. He was kind and very handsome, was not egoistical or an ass like the other guys you had met during your life. He was incredible .

And yes, you had only met him, but there was a spark that you felt, unlike any other feeling. The thought of him leaving to never be seen scared you, actually scared you. You wanted more and yet that was impossible.

“Hello my children.” Ben’s brother suddenly interrupted, with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Klaus.” Ben greeted through gritted teeth. “Do you need something?”

Klaus looked away from you before taking a seat by you, his grin not all faltering, “well, yes, it’s time to go my loving brother.”

Ben sighed and looked at you, a frown now taking over the smile he carried, “I guess it’s time I leave, but we can take you home if you want?”

“Or you can join us on our worldly travels? Nothing but promised fun.” Klaus interjected as he tilted his head to look at you, “that way my brother here can have some much needed company. He’s sort of lacking in that department.”

“Klaus.” Ben hissed, offering you an apologetic look.

Klaus shrugged, “what? You are friendless right? That’s what I meant, you sicko.”

You giggle and shake your head.

“So what do you say, do you care to join my—”

“Your cult?” You interrupted, making Klaus scoff.

“Is that what Ben told you? Rude.”

Ben simply shrugged as he crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes wandering your face for an answer he hoped was one he secretly wanted to hear.

“I..” you pause, where are you really going to do this? The real question, was this an actual debate? You liked Ben, but what if he turned to be like every other guy? Yes there was this connection you felt and you knew he felt, but what if this ended terrible?

Then you would be stuck in a cult.

“It will be fun, promise.” Klaus insisted.

You meet Ben’s gaze and smile softly, the answer you searched for the moment he mirrors your smile.

It was going to be a risk, but one you were going to take. Only for Ben though. No one else.

You grin and share a short nod, “I’m in.”

#the umbrella academy imagines #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy fanfiction #ben hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves imagines #ben hargreeves #number six #tua ben #tua fanfiction #tua imagine #tua #klaus hargreeves #tua season two

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suzukiblu · 4 years

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2020 (Fanfiction) in Review

Whoo boy, kids, strap in for a long one. I think a fair chunk of these I just UPDATED this year as opposed to writing from scratch, for the record, but pretty sure that still counts. Also if any of this is inaccurate, I apologize, I just filtered on AO3 and did my best from there.

Also-also, we are definitely gonna read-more this. We are DEFINITELY. There is . . . there is a whole lot of fic linked under here, haha.

fics written this year:

MCU

do you wanna be my sidekick, sidekick for ZepysGirl (Winterfalcon/Barbershop Quartet A/B/O)

I think I know why the dog howls at the moon for ZepysGirl (Barbershop Quartet)

I said you’re holding back, she said shut up and dance with me for belladonnaprice (Bucky/Peggy/Steve A/B/O)

people were mean to you, but I always thought you were cool for beckyh2112 (Steve Rogers & Scott Summers, X-Men fusion)

ready or not, here we go anyway for Zephrbabe (Wintershieldshock A/B/O)

we can take it if you just take my hand for untamedphoenix (Wintershock A/B/O [sequel to don't wanna break your heart, wanna give your heart a break])

hey I just met you, and this is crazy for untamedphoenix, Zephrbabe (Wintershock A/B/O)

I'd like to tell you everything I see for beckyh2112 (Darcy-centric, Slender Man fusion)

pack up, don’t stray (oh say say say) for ZepysGirl (Natasha/harem A/B/O)

YOUNG JUSTICE

you found me when no one else was looking for Okapi_chan (Superman & Superboy, background Supermartian)

when I was a boy for seagrey (Supermartian)

ORIGINAL

to the victor go the spoils for dancinbutterfly (OC/OC, A/B/O)

ATLA

rumor has it for Prim_the_Amazing (Zuko-centric)

you make a really good girl (as girls go) for Prim_the_Amazing (Azula/Yue)

when it comes to luck you make your own for Prim_the_Amazing (Azula-centric)

Avamorphs continuations (mostly gen, Animorphs fusion)

home is where you go when you’re alone for Redrikki

step one you say we need to talk for kaos_sparrow

do you believe that we are all innately good for Museflight

you are any way the wind blows for MirandaTam (Ty Lee-centric)

does the pain feel better when I’m around? (Sokka/Zuko A/B/O)

push and pull (mostly gen)

storm (Bato/Hakoda/Kya)

snow (Bato/Hakoda/Kya)

spark (Ozai/Ursa)

Jetko Renaissance Week (Jet/Zuko)

that unwanted animal wants nothing more than to get out (Jet/Zuko)

give me back my heart you wingless thing (Jet/Zuko)

our lives have come between us (Jet/Zuko)

I’m not listening when you say goodbye (Jet/Zuko)

if I were someone else would this all fall apart (Jet/Zuko)

we are all walking each other home (Jet/Zuko)

we ain’t got much to say (before I let you get away) (Jet/Zuko)

OVERWATCH

mad elephants continuations with dancinbutterfly (A/B/O)

bittersweet creature with dancinbutterfly (R76)

tell me where have you been with dancinbutterfly (McCree & Mercy, McCree & Jack)

I get by with a little help from my friends (McCree & Mercy)

if you don’t wanna talk about it with dancinbutterfly (R76)

the past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore with dancinbutterfly (McCree & Jack)

either you’re a blessing or a lesson (McCree/Genji, McCree/Hanzo, McCree/Genji/Hanzo)

give me back my young brother, hard and furious (Hanzo & Genji)

WORLD OF WARCRAFT

as long as we’re together, does it matter where we go? for beckyh2112 (Marius Felbane/Tehd Shoemaker)

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS

a fever you can’t sweat out for beckyh2112 (Kegan Rodhe/Ryze)

GOOD OMENS

anathema device, professional descendant and amateur book-burner (Anathema/Newt, Ineffable Husbands)

STAR WARS

like my father before me for beckyh2112 (Luke & Vader)

LEVERAGE

every election is determined by the people who show up for Miss_Bubblegum (Hardison/Parker/Eliot)

THE WITCHER

hey, hey, hey, come pollinate me (Jaskier/Geralt, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer)

I'll give them shelter like you've done for me (Jaskier/Geralt, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer, A/B/O)

it’s a long way forward (so trust in me) (Jaskier/Geralt)

have you noticed I’ve been gone? (Jaskier/Geralt)

I know words won’t be enough (Jaskier/Geralt, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer)

I could never find the right way to tell you for circa1220bce (Jaskier/Geralt, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer)

the courting jewelry A/B/O (Jaskier/Geralt A/B/O)

you wear nothing but you wear it so well (Jaskier/Geralt)

in your eyes, love, it glows for dancinbutterfly (Jaskier/Geralt)

tied up and twisted the way I’d like to be for adptt12 (Jaskier/Geralt)

you are in my blood (Jaskier/Geralt)

if you understand (Jaskier/Geralt)

wanna hold him, maybe I’ll just sing about it for Anoke (one-sided Jaskier/Geralt)

can you help me unravel my latest mistake (Jaskier/Geralt)

yeah you need someone to sing you to sleep for ragequilt (Jaskier/Geralt)

you must be new I guess, at least you’re new to me for Squiggly_lines (Jaskier/Geralt)

best friends means you get what you deserve for Prim_the_Amazing (Jaskier & Geralt)

it takes some time to get anything right for spinningjenny (Jaskier/Geralt)

I’m the plans that you made (but fuck all your plans, I’m bored) for Prim_the_Amazing (Jaskier/Geralt A/B/O)

whisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about for Prim_the_Amazing (Geralt/Yennefer, Jaskier/Geralt, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer)

make it easy (Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer)

you met me at the perfect time for Prim_the_Amazing (Jaskier/Geralt, Jaskier/Melitele)

the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid for Prim_the_Amazing (Jaskier/Geralt, Geralt/Yennefer, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer)

some people talk to animals; not many listen, though for Prim_the_Amazing (Jaskier/Geralt)

Takeaways from reflecting on your kick-ass writing, or kick-ass lack of writing, during a year more focused on survival than perhaps any other: Oh my god, I wrote so fucking much, hahaha. Like daaaang, self. I almost wanna add up the word count and see what it is but I’m not patient enough to sort it all out, hah.

Most surprising fic you wrote this year: . . . hmmm, probably “you make a really good girl (as girls go)”. That one’s gotten a REALLY good reception that I was REALLY not expecting and I continue to get people who are hype for more of it swinging by to say so.

How you grew as a writer this year: I got faster, I think, and less obsessed with perfectionism/fussing around on the details. Also I continued to be ever-more shamelessly id-driven in my writing, my true ultimate goal as a writer.

What’s coming in 2021: God if I know, you guys. God if I know. Hopefully more Push and Pull and Avamorphs; maybe a little bit more “I’ll give them shelter” and handmaiden!Anakin; MAYBE even the end of Clay Kids. This is all wild, wild guessing, though, because lbr, I write exclusively based on a) what other people ask for and b) whatever random bout of inspiration has struck me at the time. There is very little predicting what will result from this combination.

tagging: @asukaskerian, @darkpuck, @beckyh2112, and anyone else who wants to play.

#meme #a/b/o #not sfw #rinfic

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thequeenofpixels · 4 years

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Holidays Memories

Book/Pairing: Open Heart / Rafael Aveiro x F!MC (Octavia Blake) Summary: It was Rafael and Octavia's first Christmas together in their new place, and their plans for the Holiday had to be cancelled due to the snowstorm that hit the town. How are they going to spend the Holiday instead? Word count/Warnings/Rating/Category: 1167 / None / G / Fluffy Author’s note:

This is a fluffy submission for @choicesficwriterscreations CFWC Winter Season, Prompts: 11 and 12.

Thank you @ladylahela for helping me with review ♥, and sorry for taking your time!

English is not my first language / The characters belong to Pixelberry. / Feedback would be very appreciated.

Octavia got out of the shower and spotted Raf looking through the windows in the living room. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew already he was sad. Their plans included going to his grandma’s that night, but it wasn’t safe with the snowstorm that hit the town earlier in the day, so they had to stay at home. She stared at his back and the view outside for a while, the snow was not giving way, on the contrary, it was getting worse. His hands were hiding in his hoodie’s pockets and his posture was downcast. She slowly approached him from behind and hugged him, without saying anything. He immediately turned enough to put his arms around her and envelope her in his muscular body.

“I know what you’re thinking, I wanted this day to be different too.” She said, leaned on his chest.

“I’m not sad for being here with you, O, if that’s what you’re thinking I’m thinking.” He kissed her forehead.

Her lips curved in a smile and she looked up. “I know that, silly!” She tightened her arms around him. “You know… staring at the snow is not going to make it disappear… What do you think about going back to bed and warming up?”

“I thought you were already warming up here, you know I’m your particular human heat.” He said ironically.

She laughed. “I know that too, but I meant more comfortable, in bed, lying down…” She said and stepped away from him a little but holding his hand. “Come on, I’m gonna grab some food in the kitchen, thank God , your avó and my Abuela gave it to us the last time we went to visit them.”

He smiled. “What would become of us without them, huh?”

She headed to the kitchen and he looked one more time at the window and sighed, before going to bed. Their new apartment was not that big, so it was just a few steps and they were already there.

She made sure the bed was more and more comfortable to them. She lied down, and patted her lap. “Come here my Superman, I know what you need.”

He truly smiled this time, lied down, and put his head on her lap.

She started stroking his hair and he looked at her adoringly.

“You know Raf, maybe nothing that we planned worked out tonight, but I’m really happy right now with everything. It’s our first Christmas together in our home, we chose this place together and we’re here together.” She smiled.

“I… I hadn’t thought about this angle, but you’re right. I think it’s… it’s just kinda weird because it's the first time I’m not with vovó.”

“I know the feeling, a few years ago when I was alone for the first time on holidays, it was totally strange, I thought it was the worst holiday ever.”

A hint of sadness hit her face and Raf noticed it, but it was not his intention to kill the mood. He cupped her face and said: “Hey, you’re not alone anymore, as you said we’re here, together babe.”

She smiled and gave a peck on his lips. “I know babe. But hey, what do you think about telling me your happiest memories from the holidays to cheer us up tonight? If you’re willing to tell me, I’ll tell you mine, deal?”

He laughed. “I like this idea, and since you came up with this one, I’ll let you tell me yours first, I’m listening.”

Her face gained a whole new light, he could see it was like she was reliving the memory she was about to tell all over again.

“So, where do I begin? Well… you know I’m not from the US either, and when I was a child, I lived with my family in Mexico, but every year on holidays we traveled to somewhere that had a beach, it was the best part of the year. My family lied on the sand just relaxing in the sun, I made sandcastles or just stayed in the water until the skin of my fingers shrunk… I still remember me and the other kids joking around ‘look we’re turning into old people’.” She laughed at the memory.

Rafael was listening to Octavia’s story attentively, and it was really making him happy.

She looked at him and his face was funny.

“What? It was the best holiday I’ve ever had. Don’t get me wrong I love the snow, the first year here I was so excited to see the snow on Christmas for the first time, my parents said I was like a child again, but it was like I was gonna live with what I saw in the movies, you know?”

They laughed out loud together.

“I can totally relate! I went through the same when I got here, you know?” His eyes wandered a little bit.

“What…. Come on, now is your turn to tell me your best memories from the Holidays! I told you mine!”

“Well… I didn’t know but we had almost the same holidays, on the beaches and all that, the difference I was in Brazil when I was a kid, and… Ok, hear me out on this one: since we were in the middle of summer we used to put cotton on our Christmas trees and pretend it was snow!”

They laughed the loudest laugh of the night.

“NO WAY!” She screamed. “How? Why? O.M.G!”

He tried to answer but he was still laughing at that memory. “Because the media always taught us that: Christmas equals snow, and you know how people can be influenced by the media…So even though we are sweating like shit, there were our trees with cotton in our houses, and mainly in the mall pretending it was snow. And believe me this little detail worked like magic and made everyone happier.”

“Ok, I have to admit, your memories beat mine, I’ve never laughed so hard about a silly thing like this.”

He hugged her torso and kissed her belly. “And I have to admit that your idea was the best, I haven’t thought about it for a long time! And it is a good and fun memory.”

She was still laughing. “And now I’m the one who’s never going to forget this! I have to tell my Abuela, mamá y papá about it!”

He changed his position in bed, still hugging her, and kissed her neck from behind. “You know, since we already remembered how we celebrated holidays when we were kids and really lit the mood, how about we celebrate like adults, together, in our own home now?” He asked between kisses.

She laughed. “Just because you asked nicely…” His hands found the right spot on her waist and she gasped. “... and because you know I’m not able to say no to you…”

“Good girl…”

They continued what they started celebrating their first, firsts together, as the couple in love they were.

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sloppy-butcher · 4 years

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Waitin’ On a Superman - Chapter 3 : Like Pulling Teeth

(The Hillbilly (Max Thompson Jr.) x female!reader)

notes: i just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read and enjoy what i have managed to produce so far <3 its really helps me with my confidence and such

also i have made a spotify playlist of songs that i personally listen to when getting in the mood of the story. i would like to share it but only if yall would like to hear it ahaha er anyway, thank you again <3

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Pulling your head free from the grasp of the hay straws felt like something akin to being born. All at once you were alive again, breathing in the cool barn air having just awoken from the land of musky earth. It was refreshing; cleansing; jarring. The dream world fell away and noise and smell bombarded you, crashing in like unforgiving waves against a wayward boat. You were confused by your surroundings, head turning around frantic for clues, until your eyes landed upon familiar yellow and you remembered everything.

You remember walking. You remember the dog. And you remember him.

It was brighter now, your mind more inclined to function as intended without fog or muck to slow production. You remember his voice, the sound of his heavy footsteps, the way in which he spoke and how he had helped you. Kindness, even small as his was, was such a rare oddity here, strangers only being associated with unforgivable violence and cruelty. But he was kind, offered you rest and protection where others would simply chase you out. It surprised you, more now than it did when it had occurred. How strange, how very strange indeed.

As you stood up from your make-shift bed, dusting stray straws off your jeans and t-shirt, a part of you started to construct a way of saying thank you to the man. Though you had nothing to give, nothing of material value, you somehow felt obligated to present to him your utmost appreciation for his generosity. It was an ingrained and practiced habit that consumed you until you started to focus more on the man himself.

You remember feeling oddly familiar with him - something about his voice perhaps? Or the way in which he walked and presented himself? Whatever it was, it triggered something from you, a deep, visceral response that made your stomach grow heavy with lead and your palms begin to sweat. And the more you tried to identify the specifics of your sudden upheaval, bringing it to the forefront of your attention, the heavier the response became and the more panicked you began to feel. Dread crept up your back and nestled into your shoulder whenever you thought about him. Something about trying to remember him made you feel … terrified. There was simply no other word to describe it. He terrified you. You just couldn’t understand why.

You were stuck at a crossroads. A part of you wanted to find the man and personally thank him for everything, to pay forward his kindness using gestures of companionship and see how far one could push this unique experience. The other part of you never wanted to meet the man ever again, demanding you flee at once and never looked back. Each road pulled at you, neither one able to one-up the other in strength and appeal thus leaving you at an uncomfortable, pointed balance. You rub your face with your hands, sighing as you tried to sway yourself to make a decision. You wished you were back asleep.

Nothing offered itself as assistance to your plea as you paced the barn and with no other option, you relented your fruitless battle and walked out into the night. Whatever will happen, will happen - whether that be you see him again or you finally manage to escape the corn-maze, you were going to meet it head-on regardless.

You stood on the border of the clearing between the barn safety and the yellow ocean, gazing into the sweet abyss that had been devouring you for so long. You wanted to stay at the barn, at the only sign of land where you could not drown. But you remembered his warning and with a heavy sigh you set off. Without looking back you stepped out into the field, casting yourself once more off to sea, letting go of the red barn and allowing the wind to swallow you whole and carry you to wherever it wished. However, you had only been walking for a few minutes before you heard the heavy panting of the dog behind you. So this is what has been decided. No fighting it, no running.

“Hello again.” You stopped and breathed in, gathering your confidence in the face of the beast, willing yourself not to give in to the unjustified fear. You had no reason to be so afraid, he had done nothing to you. Not yet. “I was hoping I’d find you again.” Your voice was calmer, collecting itself in idle conversation. You slowly, careful of quick movement so as not to frighten him or yourself, roll your head around your position, trying to spot any sign of the man hiding away. “I wanted to thank you for your generosity.”

“Did you sleep?” The man answered almost immediately, somewhat throwing you off balance. From how reserved and mild he was during the previous encounter you were sure you’d have to sweet talk him a little more to get him to open up. But his eagerness was not unwelcomed and you gave yourself over to talking.

“I did. On the hay pile in the barn. It was…” You paused from a moment, all cylinders in your brain firing in an attempt to find the appropriate word to describe your rest, “...great, I suppose.” At this he paused, probably to take in your response and work out a retort. In the silence something stirred, curling itself into your already weak stomach. You shooed it away and willed him to speak.

“Donny always liked the hay. It makes a good bed.” He said finally, drawing your mind away from the coldness in your palms and to his voice. You tilt your head at his mention of ‘Donny’. Was he referring to the same pig from the other night? Or in some weird way was he calling you ‘Donny’? For now you let the confusion slide and instead pushed on with the discussion.

“Do you not sleep?” You asked, your head continuing to timidly scan your surroundings. If he was opposed to your efforts to locate him, the man did not show it and without him actively stopping you, you endured without complaint. You practically heard the man shrug.

“Don’t try to.” He mumbled halfheartedly.

“It's because you’re stuck, like me. Right?” His perplexed quiet was enough of an indicator for you to example yourself. “I mean, you’re stuck here in this corn field. Just like me. I may not know exactly how long I have been here but I know it’s been a while.” You look down at your hands, fingernails dirty from stains you could not remember getting. “I’ve been walking through this field forever and yet I never reach a fence. Or a house. Or anything.” Speaking your fears into life was somewhat cathartic for you, reaching out to this strange person with a hand trembling and unsure made you hope beyond reason that he could sympathize with your plea. To be human and experience and understand the toils of another as if they were your own. You lifted your eyes to the corn and towards the position where you guessed him to be. You smiled, lips chapped and cracking from the stretch but persevering regardless. It hurt you to grin, a gesture you had not partaken in for so long that you had almost forgotten how to even do it. You hoped that it at least looked more sincere than it felt.

“You are stuck.” The man replied in his ever gruff and rocky voice, like stones crashing around in an engine. “I am stuck sometimes. The corn is like mud. It sinks.”

“Sometimes?” You inquire, an eyebrow lifting as your interest peaked. He grunted, sounding as if nodding with force.

“I can leave only when Boy is called. Called by the spider in the sky.” Suddenly, you jumped and gasped loudly.

“You know about that thing!?” You twirl on your feet, spinning around the corn looking for any hint of the man. Your eyes were ablaze with glory, ironic relief washing over your body at his words. Here you found another lost soul. Another person who could feel the sky pulsing and eating. Someone who knew that there was more to this world than just psycho killers wielding axes. “I thought I was the only one who could sense it! No one else at the campfire believed me when I said there was something up there.” Your victory waned at the mention of the campfire. Your smiling dwindled and your movement stopped, eyes clouded and downcast. The campfire? The others. When was the last time you had seen them? The last time you had seen anyone for the fact? You could barely remember their faces. They were all a blur like mist on a foggy bathroom mirror, there were faces but no details. Names but no meaning. You suddenly felt very lonely and longed to go back to that horrible campfire with those equally horrible people.

A most nasty habit that people had - the want to flock together like sheep. Though to be with people irked you, riding up with an ill-fitting pair of jeans on tender skin, there was no denying that your heart ached when it realized it was alone. You always said you liked being alone but you always hated being lonely.

“Will you walk with me?” Your voice was distant as your thoughts drifted back to the people waiting at the campfire, your tongue moving before your mind would react. “Will you walk with me to the fence?” In your stupor, the man’s reaction to your request went unnoticed. He was shocked, gawking at you with wide, disbelieving eyes and his mouth agape. He examined you from head to toe, tearing you apart with suspicious eyes, trying to uncover if you were attempting to hurt him or not. Was this some kind of joke? Were you going to laugh at him? You knew that there was no real fence, no true boundary to this place, and yet you wanted to exhaust yourself trying to find it? He was baffled by your ignorant persistence and resorted to studying you harder for any cracks in your outward appearance. Where he expected to find half-hidden malice, he only saw sadness. You were sad, he knew what it looked like on people. And it wasn’t fake sadness either, not the kind that people on the T.V wore when something bad happened. Yours was real, he could smell it.

“I will walk with you. To the fence.” The man replied softly, speaking at a volume that was tentative and hesitant, a part of him still remaining apprehensive to your next actions. You raise your head at his confirmation, a glimmer of your former smile returning to your lips.

“Thank you.” You lowered your head in a meager bow and after a moment debating whether to let him lead or you, you walked off in a direction you presumed to be forward with the man setting off behind you.

All through the walk you racked your brain from conversation topics; lovely weather we are having? What do you think someone would do with all this corn? There were so many different options to choose from yet each fell flat when pitted against possibility. Try as you might, you just could not think of anything to say. It also did not help that that horrible, foreboding feeling had followed you out there, trailing you like a dark cloud. With the man so close your familiar fear kicked itself into overdrive. There was just something so recognizable about him, something dreadful and vile. But what? What about him had spooked you to this extent? Sure, his voice was raspy and congested and his breathing was that of a sleeping beast, but his words and the soft tones he used were all of that of a boy. A simple youth who bled this pure form of compassion and slowness. Such a contradicting feeling he gave off, to be the reason you wanted to flee yet drawing you in with a need to know more about him. You yearned for the talking of frivolous topics to distract you from the gnawing panic that resided in your stomach but the rivers ran dry of inspiration and you were left to walk in pitiful, heavy silence.

In one last, desperate grab at distraction, you started to pay attention to his footsteps, a task made easier in the barren landscape of only corn and wind. His pace was loud and large, landing with each step in a heavy stomp. He must be very tall, you supposed. Or very big. The weight of the sound, after being taken into consideration, was not deemed as important to focus on when you noticed the odd rhythm he had. Instead of a consistent 1-2 pace that most people would have, the man had a rather jolted one. The space between thumps were uneven and gave you the impression that he had some kind of limp or poor leg. In a strange sense it almost sounded like a heartbeat.

Something flickered at your revelation. It was such a unique walk pattern that it triggered a memory in you, a vision of running and hiding away and the sound of a chainsaw. The fear flexed itself in your stomach. It did not help when the breeze shifted and you managed to catch a whiff of that previously undisclosed smell. His smell. The coppery smell of fresh blood. The coldness spread further, you mind reeling as the fingers of your panic threatened to grab you. You remember that walk. You remember that breathing. You remember that heartbeat.

You squeeze your eyes shut, mentally willing your body to calm down and stop racing to conclusions. Stop thinking about him. Stop thinking about the dog. Stop-

You come to a sudden stop when you realize that he was not behind you anymore. Snapping your eyes open you were greeted by the sight of the dilapidated red barn and its open doors. Disappointment mingled with your fluttering chest, terror mixing well with despair in a deadly concoction.

“I really am stuck here.” You mumbled to yourself, hands falling from your arms to hang useless at your sides. “There really is no way out.”

“Not unless Donny is called.” The man, oblivious to your dawning anguish, muttered from somewhere to your right. Though you knew that ultimately that you were never going to find a way out of the fields and that even thinking about it would only cause misery, that moment when your feeble hope died you were sure your heart had stopped altogether. This was your eternity now, to barely be alive when drowned in yellow. Nothing to run for, nothing to fight towards. Listlessly you feel your body regain itself, standing tall at the edge of everything. If this was all there is, then what are you scared for?

“Donny can stay at the barn again. Boy will be here soon. Stay. Sleep and I will come back.” You heard the man shuffle to leave and before you could even think you shouted at him.

“Wait!” The world shook in the wake of your outburst, such volumes never being reached in this sea of feigned tranquility. “Wait please.” You exhale, finally feeling the full weight of the fear you had tried so fiercely to run away from, settle mercilessly upon your chest. “I know you.” With your eyes looking at the ground, you turn your head over your shoulder towards the man. “I know you so there is no need to hide anymore. If I am to be stuck here with you, I want to see your face. And know your name.” He did not respond right away, a part of you suspecting that he had simply left before you had even asked your question, unaware of everything. But you could still hear his breathing, coming now in hollow gasps.

“No one likes my face.” He answered, voice surprisingly dangerous and bitter. You did not shy away from him however, did not give into the rising uneasiness of the mood.

“But I already know you. And I don't remember not liking it.” That was a blatant lie and you wished that he could not see through it. There was a growl.

“No! No! No one likes my face!” He was shouting, angry words springing forth from the same person who was so soft spoken just moments before. You turn more of your attention to him, your eyes still lowered allowing yourself one last opportunity to back down. You did not. There was nothing for you to go to if you backed off now.

“Please.” You knew he could not resist your request when you presented it in such a placid manner. There was a shout, an explosion of noise and violence and you jumped at its severity. You heard the rush of footsteps leap out from the field as a shadow loomed itself over you.

“Look! Look Donny! Look at Max and laugh at him!” He was right behind you, his hot breath bursting against your neck in towering waves. Without giving yourself the chance to consider anything, you spun around and came face to face with the fuming dog, his teeth bared.

At the sight of him, your knees went weak and the floor beneath you fell away. You wanted to scream, to run away, to give in to horror and fear and go hysterical and wild. He was hideous, truly monstrous and hardly even a man at all. It was flesh at war, torrents of skin fighting itself as it connected head to neck and neck to torso. Beneath that storm was a face pushing through, with a mouth wide, teeth crooked and eyes like fiery pinpricks in the dark. He was awful to look at yet your eyes could not be torn away. He stole from you your sanity with nothing but the mere look of his being alone.

Though your mind clouded with uncontrollable panic and fear, you could still recognize the man, his face unforgettable. It was him alright, no more denying it, no more pushing it away. You had known it was him from that very first encounter yet foolishly you had rejected everything, ignoring every piece of awful evidence that had sat itself right in front of your nose, all in favor of self desires. You wanted him to be someone else. You needed this strange man to be a good person whom you could hold on to, you could reach out for. But as the cruelest twist of fate, he was the complete opposite.

It was the Hillbilly - the monster who hunted you and the others with that wicked chainsaw of his. Nothing but a beast made of only the poorly defined form of man, a shape with no purpose other than to kill. You knew it was him from the moment you heard him behind you, breathing like that roaring engine he always did. You never forget the sound of the dog trying to kill you. You had been weak, allowing him to get close enough to you to practically have his bloody hands wrapped around your throat.

You wanted to run, to flee and try to live just that little bit longer - give your body and soul over to inherent prey instinct. But as you looked into those blazing, hateful eyes framed by grotesque threads of dirty skin, you found that all you could do was wait. It was like facing off against an oncoming train, reckless and unstoppable coming at you at full-speed fuming with noxious smoke. You had seen this movie before and knew how the story ended - he would kill you and leave your body for the rats.

Every fiber of your being screamed at you to leap out of its path but something stronger and more persistent held you tightly in place. He was not moving so why should you? He was not attacking so why should you run? He was talking so why should you not listen? Once again you clung to the belief that if this man was able to talk and reason then there was something human inside him, something that could be grasped and felt. Regardless of all logic and reason you sought that something and waited for him to offer you another chance to try to dig it out of him. If this was the end, then you would not die with your back turned.

“Hello Max.” You said, your voice a quiet light in the gloomy atmosphere. You saw him visibly retract at your calmness, his eyes darting around your whole body in search of something, anything that would indicate malcontent. “It's nice to meet you.” His stupor lasted only a second longer before he roared and lunged forward, hand twitching around the handle of his chainsaw.

“Donny always laughs! Donny is always scared!” He reeled his head back violently, stretching up into his full, powerful height. You sank into his shadow but did not waver in your stance. Come rain or ruin, you could not find the effort to move your feet even an inch. “Everyone is meant to be laughing at Max! Everyone is meant to be scared!” He brought his attention back down to you and you shuddered under his glare, trying beyond anything not to flinch in his presence. “Donny is always scared!”

You waited a moment, allowing for his fuming words to cool and settle in the night air before answering with yours. “Donny is scared. They are terrified.” Max tilted his chin inwards to his chest, looking as if preparing to attack, a deep gnarl resonating forth from somewhere in that twisted body. “But not of you, Max. Donny is scared of your anger. Of your…” Your eyes drift to the chainsaw clenched tightly in his hand. Max’s own attention followed yours and for an instant you saw him relent his hold on the weapon. He shot his head back to you, had he had eyebrows they would have been furrowed with muddled anger.

“Donny lies! You lie! You laugh!”

“But Donny is not.” You retorted, your tone never raising above a mellow reassurance. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the blackness offer you strength as your confidence crumbled. You opened them again and, with a slow, soothing exhale, let your lips extend into the faintest of smiles. You gave him everything in that moment, putting forward all compassion and comfort you could muster into your eyes and smile for him to consume and judge. “I am not lying. And I am not laughing at you Max.” This earned a slack-jawed, wide-eyed expression from the man, his emotions, though messy under his tangled flesh, portraying clearly on his face. He was completely and utterly astonished.

You watched as he took in your coolness, sucking from you all the serene and hushed energy you had given. He shuts his eyes, slamming his jaw closed and shaking his head vigorously as if trying to shake something loose. He roared again, a most horrible sound that carried for miles in every direction across the field, making the corn around you shake from the sheer magnitude of his power. He raised his empty hand and started pounding his fist into his ear, screaming louder and harder with each contact. You were startled by his reaction and by the way he jumped so quickly from seeking your comfort to out-right rage. Without thinking you step closer to him, a hesitant hand lifting to reach for him.

Suddenly he jumped forward at you, coming so close that you can feel the heat of his anger eminent off his heaving chest. He stands over you, his fist, with knuckles gone white from stress, moves dangerously closer to your face and hovers there as if debating whether to choke you or not. You subconsciously gulp and take in your final breath, sure that this was the last moments of your pitiful life. You look up at him, his eyes bursting with something between uncontrollable hatefulness and a desperate pity. He tightens his fist and it shakes from the sheer force.

“Donny stays in the barn. Stays in the pen. Until Boy is gone.” His words were more rough, coming from behind gritted teeth. You nod up at him.

“Of course.” Max runs his eyes once more over you body, scanning every corner of your face for anything that he could use to call your bluff but finds nothing. With one final snarl he pulled himself away and disappeared into the corn, leaving behind no reminisce of himself to prove that all that happened was real. In the silence that filled the gap he had left you felt the universe cave in. Conflicting voices erupted in your head, your trembling legs buckling under your body weight. You felt cold and despondent, eyes lingering on the spot where he departed. While your mind wanted to stay and think, to mull over everything until you had worked yourself into a vile panic attack, exhaustion beckoned and you submissively and gratefully followed. Walking inside the barn you find your hay pile and within minutes you were floating away to the safe land of earth and nature.

#dbd imagines #dbd fic #dbd the hillbilly #dbd the hillbilly x reader #dbd max thompson jr #dbd max thompson jr x reader #dbd x reader #long post #waiting for a superman

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ficdump101 · 4 years

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DATING JACKSON WANG

(OAKY… SO HEAR ME OUT, THIS WAS A LONG TIME COMING AND THIS IS REALLY SHORT , IM SORRY!! IM CURRENTLY TRYING TO GET BACK INTO WRITING AFTER MY STUPID AMOUNT OF TIME OFF! SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME, LOVE YOU GUYS x)

PERMANENT TAG: @dreamescapeswriting

- Okay lets get this straight, he a d o r e s you.

- He basically worships the ground you walk on

- You 2 met at the airport accidently

- You were walking to your terminal to throw yourself onto a plane to the US of A

- Got7 were also on their way to the US and (conveniently) were waltzing in the same direction.

- You were pushed to the floor by a photographer and Jackson straight away came to your help, shouting at the man as he helped you off the floor

- You two kept in contact and on your next visit to South Korea, you met up

- Friends to Lovers trope

- Supportive asf!!

- Your very own hype man

- Doesn’t matter what you’re wearing or doing he’s all like ‘d a y m n n n n’

- He constantly has his hands on you, holding your hip, holding your hands, arm draped over your shoulder, arm over your shoulder holding your hand when he’s behind you

- Once you guys said ‘I love you’ to each other that was it

- Says it all day everyday

- Brags about your relationship to everyone who will listen, his band, his parents, MC’s on TV shows, JYP, Namjoon, everyone on social media, strangers

- Big chats on having kids because we all know that he’s gonna be an amazing dad

- Go on ‘Return of Superman’ together and everyone is ready for you to have kids

- Will do anything for you, no matter what

- He loves kissing you

- On the forehead, hands, fingertips, lips, cheeks (anywhere he can get his mouth to really)

- His mum and dad love you too

- His mum is always ready to scold Jackson if there is an argument (even if it wasn’t his fault)

- His is ready to wife you up asap

- Lets be honest he already has the ring

- The love you guys have here is unconditionally untainted. Pure and soft.

- The type of relationship that people are jealous of

- I think that’s it?

- We all love Jackson in this household

- Stan talent, stan Jackson

- #TeamWang

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winterwolf0916 · 5 years

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{Nightshade} ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Dick Grayson x Nightshade! Reader

Requested by @palechick: Hi! Can you do a Dick Grayson Fluff for 31 ”You’re Alive!?” on the prompts list you reblogged? I’ve had the idea of the (S/O) being nightshade and disappearing for two years them coming back. I always thought it would be cute if she went missing when he was Robin and then came back to him being Nightwing. I’ve never had the guts to write it though. This is such a long request sorry. 💕

Warning: Fluff and angst.

A/n: ooooh! Love the angst requests <3 Forgive me if it isn’t the best or what you hoped. And forgive me that I took a while. I wasn’t too sure if she was a villain or hero, but I went by what I searched up. Hope you enjoy it love.

Word count: 1768

“Hey bird brain.” You could tell he was rolling his eyes under the mask.

“What are you doing here?” You shrugged.

“Can’t say, snitches get stitches~”

As you lifted your hand, your powers formed large dark claws, hovering above your fingers.

“Don’t do this.” His hand was hovering over his utility belt. Your smirk grew as you threw your claws towards him.

You were in Gotham’s bank. And why were you there in the first place?

Harley

Ducking

Quinn

You both snuck out of the Suicide Squad facility for a “little fun.”

And by fun, she meant heading to Gotham’s bank and taking out cash.

Apparently she left you for her sake of escaping and not getting caught.

So here you are now, having a show down with one of the batbrats.

Well… your favorite one at least.

Dick Grayson.

Yep. You knew his identity and he to yours.

A few years ago, you both met at the library. A funny place to meet when he’s a hero and you’re a villian(ish).

You were the new girl and he was your guide that soon became to be your best friend.

That is until night time. That’s when things get intense and slightly (very) flirty.

Until one day, clay face barged into gotham academy because he needed a rich/young hostage to trade for cash.

And as Robin came into the picture, you knew he needed assistance.

It would sure ruin your reputation with the other villians in Gotham. But screw it because you can easily cover your tracks and its just one day.

So you helped/kicked ass.

After clayface was taken away, that’s when you both revealed who’s behind the mask.

“I really don’t want to hurt you, Nightshade.” He twirled his bostaff.

“Aww don’t get too soft with me-*sniff*- shit.”

He frowned before taking a whiff as well, causing his eyes to widen.

Fire

“You’ll take the two floors, I get everything above that.” You ordered. Sure you’re a bad guy but you couldn’t lie to yourself that hurting people isn’t your style. Especially infront of your crush. Dick.

Before you could teleport, a hand grabbed onto your forearm.

“Be careful, y/n.” He whispered, making sure no one hears.

“I’ll be back, I promise.” You grinned then left to the top floors.

After the hostages and the people were out of the building, Dick felt something was wrong.

Very Wrong

You weren’t coming out. And the building was in large flames.

As he was about to barge inside to save you, the building exploded.

He was shocked.

And his heart clenched.

After the explosion, he searched for you.

Highs and lows.

He called your name so many times.

And there was no answer

Until he found your costume under a pile of rubble. Torn.

His heart dropped.

You couldn’t be gone.

And he didn’t stop from there.

He searched even more.

At the school, the suicide squad facility, places you both like to talk, your hiding places, even the damn Arkham Asylum.

But so far, he couldn’t find you.

You were wiped off of the face of the Earth.

That’s when he-

He couldn’t believe it.

You were gone.

Oh how his heart broke.

How he blamed himself he couldn’t save you back then.

He grieved.

He deeply regrets from letting you go.

The first couple of months wasn’t easy.

He would sometimes ignore Bruce.

Becoming harsh and violent while being Robin.

Straying away from his friends and family

Locking himself in his room, thinking that he knew he couldn’t save everyone.

But why does it have to be you?

Why couldn’t he save you?

He didn’t care that you were evil.

Because he knows you.

You hate hurting others for fun. You hate using your powers to destroy instead of creating, You hate sitting in your cell, listening to Walker giving you orders, and treated harshly under her care.

You hated being evil and wanted out.

At the end of the year, Bruce fired him.

Dick felt all kinds of emotions as he left to Bludhaven.

And he wasn’t feeling better.

He still felt numb and thinks about you everyday. Thinking of scenarios about having you here.

He would visit your grave in Gotham. Talking to you about his day, how he misses you, and dropping off roses.

In the beginning of the second year he changed his vigilante identity.

From the Robin that witnessed your death to something quite new.

After talking with Superman onto the legend from his birth planet, he figured a new name.

It was perfect as well.

In order to honor your death, he took a part of your vigilante name.

Instead of Nightshade it was Nightwing.

During the second year, he would still visit your grave. Your death still left a scar on him.

As he was leading the Titans, his teammates were quite curious to know who you were. Smiling in the small picture with Dick in your student uniforms infront of Gotham Academy.

They would see the small photo when they would walk into his room and call him for diner or for a meeting.

But Dick just quickly changed the subject and say you were an old friend.

That is until the anniversery of your death came along.

The Titans would be lying if they didn’t notice Dick acting odd.

He was harsh in training and when there was a meeting or the team invited him to join an activity, he rejects it.

Not only that, he was spending most of his time locked in his room. They were concerned about him and sent Raven.

As she placed her hand on his shoulder, she saw the reason why Dick was upset. He have every right to be.

“I’m so sorry.” Raven apologized wiping the tears from her eyes from feeling Dick’s pain.

“What were you doing in my head?”

“We were worried and they thought I could be some assistance to you since you’re upset…but I understand now and…I’m so so sorry for your loss.” Dick just rubbed his temples and let out a sigh.

“Just…I-I need a moment to myself.”

As he left to the city for cool himself off, he decides to go to the library that you both used to visit when you were younger.

It was a place of quiet and where worries don’t exist. He headed up to your favorite book section. As he found your favorite book he began to smile.

Everything was at peace, that is until a shadow was thrown through the large windows and cashed onto tables and chairs.

Dick rushed to the scene to investigate as civilians were rushing out.

He could hear the figure groan in pain and mutter curses.

As he stepped infront to have a better view of who was thrown in to the window, his entire being froze.

He couldn’t believe of what he was seeing.

He thought he was having an illusion but no…. you were there.

As you look up to see the handsome pedestrian, you caught your breath as you recognized who he is.

“Dick…LOOK OUT!” you threw yourself around him and teleported in time before Grundy was about to throw his fists down to crush him.

As you both reappeared outside of the building and letting Dick go, you were about to teleport back inside to stop Grundy until-

“You’re Alive?!”

“Um…Am I not?” You teased hoping he would calm down.

“Don’t joke around on this! I thought you were dead!”

“Well I’m here now aren’t I?” He still couldn’t stand your teasing. He needs answers.

"Cut the shit and tell me what happened."

"Now that's a funny story-"

“Y/N.”

“Oh I’m sorry! Walter putting me on lock down for a damn year isn’t enough for you? Plus another year of hiding while she’s hot on my tail!”

“Walter caught you?”

“Didn’t she tell you?!”

Judging by Dick’s silence, y/n figured Walter lied to him about you. Well why wouldn’t she? That old woman could see you getting distracted with Dick and she needs to get rid of it.

"Why didn't you tell me? Or at least see me?" He was hurt. Angry. And confused. But at the same time...He felt relieved, excited, and hopeful because...you're here now.

"I was trying to protect y-" The next thing you know, your back hit the wall and you fell to the floor. And the hit was quite powerful that you blacked out.

Hours later you were on something soft. A bed? It wasn't yours because its always hard and thin back in the suicide squad facility.

As you opened your eyes, you were for sure you weren't in your room. And it wasn't the hospital either.

As you sat up and gazed at the window, you were in a building apart from the city and surrounded by water. It was beautiful and calming to the sight.

"You're awake." You snapped your head to the door to find Dick with a tray of food. He was suprised as well.

"And you're-You're hurt." Your teasing tone shifted into a worried one. There was a bruise on his arm. You threw the sheets off, stumbled trying to walk to him, and trying to ignore painful spots around your body.

That is until your leg let out a hurting sting causing you to fall. But of course, Dick wouldn't allow that to happen. He caught you in time before the rest of your limbs could meet the floor.

"I'm alright. I got you." He knew for you it would be too painful to drag you back to the bed so he slowly helped you down, with you in his arms.

"You're such an idiot. A handsome one but stupidly reckless." You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a tight squeeze.

Finally Dick let himself go.

He gave a squeeze as well and gave a long kiss to your temple. It was a warm reunion. And the right way to do it instead of bickering behind the library building.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Dick-"

He had enough of it. Enough of the apologizing from different people and he didn't want to hear it from you because it wasn't your fault. A nasty woman was tearing her down and she had to escape and hide. But certainly not with him or else Walter would've destroyed or controlled Dick in a merciless way.

You let out a gasp as his lips pressed onto yours. It was soft at first then it quickly went deeper as you kissed back. You both waited ever so desperately to do this and now you are.

As you both pulled apart slightly heaving, you gave another hug.

Dick burying his face in the crook of your neck, peppering with kisses, while you breathe in his scent.

"I love you." You confessed. Dick froze and pulled back to face you.

"I love you too." He placed his hand on your cheek, rubbing your face with his thumb while smiling softly. You took his hand and kissed it.

"I won't leave you again. And that's a promise I'll keep."

With a pause and a kiss to your forehead he said, "You better."

FIN~~

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