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harrysonlylover · 1 year

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A Family Guy*

Summary: Your Fiancée’s self control flew out of the window as soon as he heard news concerning your fertility.

Wc: 3k

Trope: Ceo! H

Warnings: Breeding kink .

A/n: i have nothing to say except that i’m ovulating.

Ceo H Masterlist

Harry Styles is a busy man.

He runs a manufacturing company that gained a reputation in the industry without any effort. Pleasing was nurtured from his love for pleasure and lust. He dedicated the past five years to growing his business and making sure it’s known to everyone.

Many CEOs who become important and have hundreds of employees under their hands, tend to sit back and ignore their duties now that they have people to do their job. Harry despised those types of people and would not consider them businessmen.

He loved going to his office every day, it was a reminder of what he achieved and will continue to do. He loves greeting his employees as he walks inside the building, making sure that everyone is pleased with their job and that dissatisfaction is nonexistent.

Working is not something that he dislikes, he managed to remain a respectful gentleman instead of loading up his work on everyone. Perhaps that is why his company is successful, every single person does only what their designated major allows them to do, Harry grants them fair bonuses and vacations and is a nice boss. The safe environment he created was a huge factor in his success.

However, without his own inventions, Pleasing is merely a name. The only thing in the company that is solely managed by him and only him is the sex toys. Pleasing’s fame came from a controversial ad where Harry appeared nude in a photoshoot with only his hand covering his hip. The more he was criticized, the more products he invented.

The ones he first began to make were the regular ones: dildos, straps ins, and vibrators. But everyone noted the shift in his inventions and how he came up with things that radiated pure lust. Little does everyone know that it was all thanks to you.

You and Harry met at his sex club, you had fun along with other members and that night was the best in his life. Not because it was an orgy, he’s been involved in many ones before, but your sexual energy had him mesmerized. He waited for you to return and asked you out, he was apprehensive of your answer and thought you’d prefer to keep things strictly sexual but when you told him you’d only accept if he made you cum in five minutes, he knew that he found his future wife.

After that, you became his inspiration as Pleasing’s name rose to fame and became the number-one sex toy company in the world. He created Panty Vibrators to tease you in public, long-distance sex toys for when he’s travelling, suction toys to watch you wither before him, transparent plugs that suck in his cum so that he can watch how his seed is stored inside of you, butt plugs with all initials but only so he can see ‘H’ sitting pretty at your entrance, a double penetration vibrator that he uses as a ‘warm up’, vibrating dildos that he inserts in one of your holes while fucking the other, and last but not least cotton panties with ‘Daddy’ printed on the ass.

Your sexual energies were connected on a whole other level, you were confident with your body and preferences but still encountered rude hookups from time to time. It’s safe to say that Harry worships you in and out of the bedroom.

Despite being a very sexual person, he also does not fail to show his romantic side every day. You’re glad to say that you have found your man, which is why it wasn’t a surprise when you said yes to his proposal after only one year of dating.

Recently, you’ve been both busy with a tiring schedule that barely allows you to see each other, but that didn’t stop you from at least cuddling at night or preparing breakfast for one another.

Harry is opening his first branch in another country and he’s been preparing for it for over 6 months now. It’s been sitting on the top of his head along with wedding preparations which is why you took over them.

Thankfully you and him communicate well, you also are aware of how much work requires him to be present in his office a lot. Harry vowed to you that after the branch’s opening, he will hire a few people to take over some things and help him run the company. He wants to dedicate his time to you and his future family.

He never tried to hide his desire to have children, in fact, he’s quite obsessed with the idea. He even asks you if the babies would look more like him or you, and what features would they inherit. You could see how he pouts at Bloomingdale when he spots infant clothes with cute little bows.

On the other hand, you can’t wait for him to impregnate you. You never told him that you have a breeding kink but only because you didn’t know of it. To think that he wants to pin you down and fill you up again and again, care for you, and be the reason your belly and breasts swell makes you go crazy.

Your fiancée, a healthy man in body and mind, who treats you like his own queen, knows how to manhandle you only when you want to, and goes down on his knees for you is also the man you’d allow to breed you at any given moment.

The wedding preparations were pushed a few months into Summer so that Harry’s branch opening would be smooth, but that didn’t stop you from taking a few health tests to ensure that all was well before the wedding.

Harry was to return home early tonight as promised, so you finished cooking his favorite dinner, cleaned up, and changed into comfier clothes on time right as he walked into your shared apartment.

“Sweetheart? I need a kiss.” He whined dramatically and you knew that he was going to pretend to be hurt so you could love on him.

“I’m in the kitchen.” You replied with a smile already forming on your face.

Harry followed your voice to the kitchen where you were moving the chicken onto a serving dish. You can feel his body moving towards you until his scent becomes too consuming and his arms wrapped around you.

“It feels so good to come home to you.” He mumbled as he breathed in your hair.

You hummed making sure to not spill the food as you hugged him back. Harry pressed himself on your ass making you let out a gasp. You haven’t had sex in nearly a week which counts as a year for the two of you.

“Baby let’s leave our activities till after dinner.” You spun around to face him, cradling his face in your hands as you pressed a kiss to his lips.

He began helping you by preparing the dining table, cleaning up, and putting everything in its place while you placed the food on the table. Harry spotted a prescription paper near your handbag and got concerned when he saw that it was from the gynecologist.

“Baby, Did you visit Dr. Martins? Are you okay?” He stood next to you with a worried expression as he awaited your response.

“Yes love it was my regular checkup and it happened that my tests came out so we talked and he gave me some vitamins.” You assured him as his jaw immediately relaxed.

“So all is well?”

“Yes, I promise, the vitamins are just a supplement. He even told me that I happen to be more fertile than average.” Harry was relieved to hear your reassurance, however his ears perked up at your last sentence.

“What did you say?” He asked to make sure you’re not pranking him.

“I’m more fertile than average.” You mixed the salad as you repeated your words, forgetting all about Harry’s breeding kink.

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as you told him you could easily get pregnant casually while making food as you stood in his oversized shirt and no panties on.

He slowly walked over to you, with his hands in his pockets and suit adorning his body. His body trapped yours and he removed the spatula from your hands making you catch his attention.

“Did you just inform me that you’re suitable for breeding and expect me to stay quiet about it? Hmm?” His voice immediately shifted into the deep raspy version, the one that tells you he entered ‘Daddy’ mode.

You immediately realized what was going on as a gasp left your lips, you didn’t even bat an eye when the doctor informed you having forgotten all about the breeding kink. Harry stared back at you with darkened pupils as his hand traced your thighs.

“You were planning on hiding from me the fact that this cunt is fertile? That it can take my seed and give me a child in one year?” He cupped your pussy and buried his face in your neck as his tobacco vanilla perfume overwhelmed your nostrils. You had to process what was happening rapidly as you still couldn’t get over how the doctor’s news didn’t ring a bell for you.

“Baby it slipped my mind.” You panted as he pressed hungry wet kisses to your neck, trying not to think about how his clad ring hand can cup your cunt and cover it, reaching up to your ass.

“It’s okay darling, the only thing slipping will be my cock from how much I’m gonna fill you up.” Everything was now falling into place as Harry stimulated your breeding kink and you realized the importance of what the doctor said. You humped against his hand as you clutched onto his toned biceps that are bulging through his Gucci suit.

“Please put a baby inside of me.” You pulled him in as you began feeling submissive and in need of your fiancée to manhandle you.

“You don’t know what you’re in for. I’m gonna give you everything. Do you hear me?” The dinner is now long discarded as Harry picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist before heading to the bedroom.

You can feel your pussy pulsating and clenching around nothing at the thought of him giving you a child, he’s too indulged in kissing as he lays you down on the silk sheets before taking off your shirt and his suit.

“Baby tell me you want this. Do you want me to get you pregnant?” He whispered with his forehead against yours, seeking your consent knowing that you were off birth control and could be ovulating.

“Yes, I need it .” You almost cried as you felt Harry’s skin on yours with his hard cock leaking on your thigh.

“Oh poor baby, can’t fight your instinct to be a mother, can you? I’m gonna make you the most spoiled mother. Give you my seed whenever you want it, you’ll use my cock and take what belongs to you.” He sucked on your nipples with labored breaths as the wetness in between your thighs was now too much to ignore.

“Harry I want you inside of me, I can’t take it anymore.” You whined in pain trying to reach for Harry’s cock.

“I know I know, let me fill you up.” He guided his cock to your entrance, lubricating the tip with your wetness as his eyes darkened at the thought of your cunt flooding with his cum.

He pushed inside you, making you let out a scream of pleasure at the burn and feeling of fullness. Harry could never be able to get over the feeling of stretching you out, especially when he’s doing it to breed you.

“Fuck baby you have the tightest cunt. Will need to keep stretching you out so you can push our child out.” He groaned as your walls sucked him inside.

With or without prep, you were always ready to take him not minding the burn from his length. Yet this time, you could both feel something so different from all the other times, something was tugging at your heart, as Harry closed any gap existent between you and felt each other skin to skin.

“My girl, make me a father.” He was pleading with every thrust he gave, while you whined beneath him. The heat you were feeling where you’re connected along with Harry’s weight on you, his grip on your hips and tongue lapping at yours made you want to cry. Being overwhelmed with emotions never felt this good.

“I feel so full” You cried out as Harry kissed your temple going deep inside of you.

Harry couldn’t think straight when you told him how fertile you are, he saw nothing in front of him but your bump protruding from your sundress, your breasts swelling and lactating because of him.

His primal instinct came out unintentionally as he plunged inside you easily, as your wetness made him more feral. It didn’t take you long to get wet, and he’s sure you’re soaking the sheets from the sound of your shared arousal echoing through the room.

“I’ll put a ring on your finger and take you out to show everyone that I made you pregnant, fuck you over and over again till I don’t have any cum left inside of me.” He kissed your ring finger as his heart thumped against his chest from how much he loved you.

His plunges only got deeper making you gasp as his tip reached your stomach, while your legs wrapped around his hips prompting him to fill you up. You were both greedy when it came to physical contact, never getting enough of each other.

The veins on his shaft scratched the itch you never knew you had, and your walls kept contracting around him uncontrollably, you were already tight as it was but the squeezing made Harry let out a groan.

“Had to get it deep inside you so it can catch.” He pressed on the skin of your belly moaning as he felt the bulge of his thick cock.

“Fuck me harder... fill me up with your cum.” Your words were incoherent as your brain felt fuzzy from the pleasure.

Usually, Harry would last much longer, there were times when you’d spend the night in each other’s arms as you recharge your energy for more rounds. But now, the pleasure he’s feeling is simply too much for him, just when he thought that his stamina was tough, you casually told him you’re extremely fertile.

“I’ll keep stuffing you until I’m drained.” He let out an animalistic groan as he released thick ropes of cum painting your walls white.

His cum reached deep inside of you, while you moaned at the load he gave you, it was like his cock refused to let you go and was adamant about breeding you. You were sure that his cum is now soaking the sheets, as it leaked from where you were connected to your thighs.

“Fuck Harry that’s a lot.” Your own orgasm washed over your body from the feeling of his cum filling your cunt. Your nails scratched his back unintentionally as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

Harry arched his back slightly, as he raised his hips and yours in a vertical position before placing a pillow beneath your hips. He prepped kisses on your face in between ‘ I love you’ and ‘Thank you’.

He kept himself buried inside of you, afraid that he’d spill anything. If he wants a baby then he’s going to give you everything. He would never be upset if it took many tries, heck it would mean more breeding sessions. But he can’t help feeding his primal instinct and giving in to impregnating you.

“You can pull out if you want .” You stroked his hair and kissed the pout on his lips which indicates how he doesn’t want to part from you.

He lifted himself slowly and looked down to where you’re connected as he reluctantly pulled out after asking you to ‘squeeze your cunt and hold it in’. The sight before him had him rolling his eyes as he watched his cum covered cock slowly leave your cunt that is swimming with his seed.

You immediately clenched your thighs together but there was simply too much of his load to keep that you didn’t even feel empty when he pulled out. Harry noted how the more you clenched your pussy, the more cum came out and leaked down to your asshole.

“Look at your pathetic cunt filled with my cum, you want to me breed you so bad don’t you?” He caught some of his arousal using his fingers and plunged it back inside your pussy.

Your hands gripped the sheets feeling his creamy cum flood your cunt while he kept fingering you as your shared arousal leaked onto his engagement ring.

“You should go the bathroom baby.” He lifted your body and cradled you in his arms.

“Just a bit more..” You promised him to get up exactly in five minutes as he held you and pressed kissed to your chest.

“I’m gonna spoil you and our baby so bad, buy you everything, and watch as you grow life inside of you. I’ll keep giving you babies for as long as you want, all you have to do is ask and I’ll have the world at your feet.” He mumbled sweet nothings, kissing your engagement ring and smiling at your necklace that’s holding his initial.

Harry was over the moon at the thought of starting a family with you, he thanked you for being the woman of his dreams and already the most beautiful mother. All that he owned in life whether property or assets was irrelevant when it came to you.

After all, Harry Styles is a busy man, but never for his family.

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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if the fall prompts are for requests: caught in the rain + “come on under the covers with me.” with eddie?

AN | Soft, rainy day fluff. That’s all 🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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It was the gentle pitter-patter of the rain that had stirred you from slumber, but the crack of thunder that actually caused you to get out of bed. You shivered at the cool air coming through the cracked window, only in your underwear from the evening before. A discarded shirt on his desk caught your eye and was quietly slipped over your frame.

A glance back at the warm, comfy bed told you he was still fast asleep. He was beautiful; pale skin with freckled, rosy cheeks and bright pink lips, and wild hair fanned across his pillow. He looked so relaxed and peaceful that the idea that he would have to wake up caused your heart to pang. His polaroid camera stared at you from atop a pile of laundry that needed to be folded and you came up with an idea that you deemed brilliant. As quietly as you could with the clunky thing, you snapped a picture of your metalhead.

He didn’t even stir at the sound of the flash, snap, or printing of the photo. You set it down in an uncrowded spot on his desk to develop as you padded out of his bedroom, and to the front door. It opened gently as you stepped outside on the porch of the trailer, studying the heavy gray skies and gently falling rain. The air smelled fresh, laced with the scent of damp earth and wet concrete and chimney smoke. A combination that brought forth a sense of comfort and familiarity.

Lightning flashed in the distance and caused you to startle for a moment before you started to count until you heard the accompanying thunder. You toed on Eddie’s old pair of wellies and trudged down the rickety porch steps, letting yourself get caught in the light drizzle. The familiar ribbets of the frogs that always appeared during the rainy season enthralled you and you looked around the uneven grass as you tried to track them down.

After following their croaky song for a few minutes, you found a little family nested in some wet leaves on one of the shrubs. You meant down to look at them, your heart light and happy at the little critters. They looked happy as they hopped around and sang their song; a small bit of everyday magic. You were about to pick a rogue little one up to put back near the others but the sound of the creaky door opening again caught your attention.

“Baby,” you rose to your full height and looked back to find Eddie Munson standing on his porch, eyes heavy lidded and voice thick with sleep in only his plaid pajama bottoms, “what on earth are you doing?”

“Looking at the froggies!” you shouted over the rain as thought it was the most obvious thing in the world. You pointed excitedly at the shrub, and he couldn’t help but shake his head fondly, heart swelling with affection for you, “it’s raining!”

“I can see that,” he leaned against the railing, arms over his chest as he watched, “baby, you’re getting all wet and you’ll get sick.”

“That’s an old wives’ tale,” you insisted, throwing your arms out spinning around, “come on, Eddie bear! It feels wonderful.”

He shook his head in amusement before deciding fuck it and stepped out into the rain and running over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, spinning around a few times as you giggled happily. When he set you down, both of you dizzied and breathless, he looked at you with fervent intensity in those big doe eyes. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning and stealing a few saccharine kisses from his pink, plush lips.

“We’re getting a little wet,” he smiled that magical, toothy and dimpled lopsided smile that made your knees weak. He always had this specific way of looking at you that made it feel like he was falling in love with you all over again. He was - falling a little more every day. You shook your head, showering him with water droplets that were clinging to your hair.

“Just a little bit,” you agreed close to shivers because you were practically drenched to the bone from your time outside. Eddie was almost in the same boat, his normal waves and curls quickly becoming straight with wetness, “feels so good though. The first rain after a dry spell is always the best.”

“Come on under the covers with me!” his hand slid down your arm before finding your own, lacing your fingers together, “it’s freezing out here!”

“Only if you agree to cuddles and staying in bed today,” you worried your bottom lip as you looked at him with big, soft doe eyes. There was never even a chance that he would say no to you. He nodded happily and you softened, “inside we go then!”

Before you could turn to walk back inside his trailer, he scooped you up and slung you over his shoulder effortlessly. You’d squealed in surprise at his sudden gesture and couldn’t help but giggle like mad as he made his way back inside, “Eddie! Don’t drop me!”

“I would never angel,” he promised, yelping in amusement as you smacked his ass a few times, “cheeky girl!”

He took off the boots on your feet and tossed them to the side before taking you back into the warmth of the small trailer. He set you down and looked you over, tutting slightly at how wet you were, his t-shirt sticking to our body like a second skin and legs bare. You offered him a sheepish expression as he grabbed a towel out of the hall closet. Holding out your hand as you expected him to pass the towel to you but he kept it and started to tenderly dry your hair, careful not to tug or pull or make any knots, “you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” he insisted softly with a kiss to your nose as he dried your face, “strip. Please.”

He ducked into his bedroom and pulled out a pair of sweats and a fresh t-shirt for you. Once he was back, you did as instructed and Eddie helped to dry off your body, only pausing to tickle you and cause you to squirm and laugh a few times. Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, he pulled on the shirt and helped you into the pants, making a small sound of satisfaction when you were bundled.

“My hero,” you sighed wistfully before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. His pale skin flushed a pretty pastel rose before he proceeded to dry off his own mop of hair. You’d tried to help but he’d stepped out of your reach, tutting slightly.

He discarded his own plaid bottoms and pulled on a pair he’d grabbed for himself, holding his hands out and making a triumphant, “all better.”

“What would I do without you, Eddie?”

“I think you’d do just fine, angel.”

“Let me rephrase, I never want to be without you, Eddie,” you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into your frame, letting him swallow and dwarf you. He smelled of fresh rain, his fruity shampoo, and the remnants of his cologne mixed with cigarettes; it was an intoxicating combination and it was easy to lose yourself in him, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he sighed softly, longingly and squeezed you tighter to his warm body, “silly girl.”

“I have one more request…”

“Name it.”

“Hot chocolate,” you grinned at him, “with mini marshmallows.”

“Now that I can definitely do.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #st

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brainddeadd · 9 days

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fluff

Jimin was never one to do things conventionally.

He didn’t ask you out or to be his girlfriend normally.

“WE DID IT! WE FUCKING DID IT!” Jungkook screamed and Jimin turned to you, jumping up and down, screaming incoherently, the biggest grin on his face. He ran around the room screaming with people, some that she knew, some she didn’t and his members joined him.

He ran over to you and picked you up spinning her around, screaming, causing her to wince and shush him.

“Sorry, love.” He laughed and put you down, still bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. The boys jumping around them, screaming and music blaring in the distance and he grinned before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. Then he was gone, being pulled away by the boys and going back to jumping around and screaming at the top of his lungs.

“You kissed me, you know?” Jimin snapped his head over, alarmed before laughing nervously and shaking his head.

“Of course I did.” He muttered and looked away. “It felt like the right thing to do in the moment, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not complaining.” You reassured him with a soft smile. “Just curious as to why.”

“It felt like the right thing to do and uh, I guess I wanted to for a while and-“ He cut himself off. “Fuck it, I like you and I want to be, uh, officially unofficially friends and officially more than that. Wait, that made no sense, uh-“

“Yes.” You cut him off before he breaks his brain and he stared at you for a minute, as if he didn’t quite understand what you just said, as if he couldn’t fathom it and then his entire face lit up like a Christmas tree as he grinned and pulled you into a bone-crushing, breath-taking hug and then pulled away to kiss your lips softly.

He didn’t ask you to move in normally.

You woke up to a weight on her stomach and frowned slightly because, it’s definitely not Jimin. Opening your eyes, you looked down and saw Bam, Jungkook's dog, and smiled, fussing the baby, who rolled over for tummy rubs.

“Hey baby, are we watching you today?” You sat up and saw something attached to his collar. “What you got, buddy?”

You removed the paper carefully, and he forced his way into your lap. Wrapping your arms around the dog, you opened up the paper to see a key taped to the inside and familiar messy handwriting scrawled across the page.

The key is yours, if you want it.

I would love it if you chose to invade my space indefinitely.

“YES!” You yelled and Jimin came running into the room a few minutes later.

“Yes?” He asked, excited, but apprehensive, as though he thought he’d misheard you.

“Yes.” You ginned and he stood there for minute before jumping around like an idiot.

He didn’t ask you to marry him normally.

You walked into the living room to see a bunch of roses on the table and an open box next to it. Walking over, you saw that the flowers were lying on something. Looking around the room to see if Jimin was there, frowning at the lack of his presence, stopping in confusion when you saw the album cover under the roses and a ring in the box.

“What?” You whispered, and looked closer at the album cover.

The cover was black with white print, with bright purple highlighter was covering one of the songs. You squinted, struggling without her glasses, and looked closer.

‘I LOVE YOU, WILL YOU MARRY ME?’

“If you want my answer, you’re gonna have to come face-to-face with me!” You called out and laughed a little when she heard him curse.

“Can’t you just yell it from where you are?” He called back, still hiding.

“Nope.” You laughed when he groaned and then he stepped out from around the corner of the hallway.

“This is as close as I’m coming.” He muttered.

“But how can I kiss you if you’re all the way over there?” You asked and his head snapped up to look at you.

“What?” He was whispering, but his voice still broke.

“Yes, I’ll marry you, you big, beautiful, idiot.” He all but sprinted across the room and swooped you into his arms, swinging you around and whooping at the top of his lungs.

#park jimin x reader #bts x reader #° braindead writes

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cho-aaacho · 10 months

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Daffodil

Masterlist I Archive of Our Own

Paperwork can be overwhelming at times, causing anxiety to reach its peak levels. Sometimes you find yourself crying at night as your stress levels increase with each new assignment given by your boss.

Your coworker, William Birkin, noticed this and suggested you pet an animal. Honestly, you don't like animals. Anything about them is like an alien to you. It's not like you hate them; you just don't like the way they bark at night or meow at you without reason.

William handed you a flyer, and it was filled with various animals on it. He said he got it from someone who works at a pet shop. You saw puppies, kittens, and bunnies with red ribbons around their necks. All of them appeared adorable, but the cheaply printed flyer made it difficult to ignore the low-budget feel.

But as a good coworker, you didn't want to disappoint William; at least he helped you through your difficult day, and you accepted that as a small token of his caring. So you took the flyer and convinced yourself to visit that pet shop. Maybe... a bunny would be good for you since they don't make much noise.

So, at that time, when the sun rose in its warmth, you found him standing beneath the clouds, his beauty radiating like a beacon. You noticed that the man works for the pet shop since William gave you such a detailed description of the employee. Well, he's so good at describing people that sometimes it makes you wonder how good he is at studying people.

His blonde hair framing his face gave him a golden glow. A smile curled his lips, and damn, he was so cute in that red apron and daffodil brooch on his chest. You wondered how long it took him to dress like that.

He stood there, handing out flyers to pedestrians who passed by him. Don't forget about the smile and the classic gesture he used. Oh... you have no idea what he was doing or what a possible reason could be for him looking so good to you. Is he an angel?

You found yourself in a frozen state, after seeing him from this distance. You were standing in the same position like a fool, holding a flyer from William the other day. Some of the pedestrians seemed annoyed by your sudden stop and mocked you. But you tried to ignore them; they weren't your problem. If they were annoyed by you, they just had to accept it.

As you walked past the pedestrian, you bumped into their shoulder because you were eager to sniff the masculine scent emanating from him. How could he be standing there with such sparkling eyes and a smile? He must be from another planet.

One step plus one step becomes many steps, and eventually, you reach him. You stand beside him without saying anything; you are just like a statue. The flyers he hands out to pedestrians are the same as the ones William gave you. So it's correct that this man is a pet shop employee, just as William said.

As you pulled the edge of the apron he wore, it made him turn his head. Confusion consumed him; his mind was filled with a million thoughts of you. He scanned your figure from head to toe and noticed a flyer in your hand.

You're afraid that he might notice the dark circles under your eyes and how messy you look in the morning. You don't have enough time to dress as nicely as him or have beautiful, silky hair like his. What a shame for you.

"Hey," you said awkwardly. "Are you an employee at this pet shop?" And pointed at the flyer.

A smile bloomed across his face, and you could finally see it. A warm feeling began to invade your system. You weren't sure if he could tell, but your rosy cheeks gave it away. You looked down at him and read his name tag on his chest. Albert.

He nodded. "You're right. We just opened up the pet shop around here, and I wanted everyone to know about it. So... that's why I did a small promotion."

He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled. His blue eyes were solely on you, making you wonder if he did that to everyone else or if he did that just for you.

"Um... I have a problem." You started scratching your neck. "My work stuff is stressing me out, so I was hoping to pet a cute animal to help relieve some of my stress. However, I don't want an animal that makes too much noise. Can you recommend something for me? This is my first time.”

He chuckled; his eyes smiled like the curve of a crescent moon. "Of course I am."

He gestured for you to follow him, and you walked in his shadow, watching the way his back swayed as he entered the pet shop and spoke with an employee there. The employee seemed so young compared to Albert; you were sure that Albert was some sort of supervisor. Other employees were wearing yellow aprons with daffodil brooches on their chests.

You stood beside him, admiring his side profile, as he explained to you about animals. You didn't have enough time to pay attention to him; you were so focused on watching his figure as if he were an actor on television. When he noticed that and turned his head towards you, you immediately spoke. "I think bunnies would be good pets because they don't make much noise."

"Well, that's what I said earlier. But, you didn't tell me which type of bunny you liked."

“Oh…” You replied in panic; he seemed to notice that you weren't paying attention. It was kind of embarrassing how stupid you felt in front of him. You pointed randomly at the gray thing in the transparent cage. You weren't sure what it was. "Ah! I want that one."

"Hmm... are you sure?"

Albert chuckled teasingly, and you could hear giggles in the background from other employees. You had no idea what was going on, but you were sure you had said something stupid again. Oh God, please don't judge me.

"It isn't a bunny; it's a chinchilla," he said, smiling.

"Sorry."

"You don't have to say sorry. Everyone has different opinions about animals. Sometimes they look the same, just like a snake and an eel."

Albert walked past you and reached a cage on the other side. He took a white fur ball from it and placed it in his embrace. He petted its head and murmured to the bunny, almost in a whisper; don't forget about the smile.

Oh, you didn't hear correctly; when you saw him, it made your heart pound. How could he be so cute and handsome at the same time? Aaarghh… you can't believe this. You can't handle this. Sir, that's illegal.

He asked, "How about this bunny?" and gazed into your eyes.

You don't care about that. You're too hypnotized by Albert's presence; you're just too mesmerized by his presence. You feel bad for the employees of this pet shop, having to be around all this cuteness every day. How are they handling this?

Maybe it's just your issue.

"I'll take that one."

"Good. You have good eyes. I should be prepared for this bunny. But, I want you to give me your address."

What? Do you want my address? My address? Why would you need that? Do you want to visit me? No way!?

"Oh... I made it sound weird. I'm sorry. My staff will send the bunny to your home; it's part of our SOP. I don't want to shock the bunny. It's your first time petting an animal, right?"

"Okay..."

Oh! You're sure that this morning someone made your heart pound so hard, making you feel flustered and blush.

Maybe it could help reduce your stress levels.

Or is it because of Albert's presence? The daffodil brooch on his chest?

Well, who knows?

#resident evil #resident evil wesker #wesker #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #wesker x you #wesker x reader #resident evil fluff #wesker fluff #fluff #fluff x reader

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nancypullen · 5 months

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Leavin' On a Jet Plane

Only boomers are going to remember that song. Still, that's what I'm doing in the morning. My bag is packed, my comfy clothes are ready for a long day, and lucky, lucky me - I'm in a middle seat. You know I'll be beside the guy with this carry-on.

By this time tomorrow I'll be yukking it up with my sister and my mom, so it's worth it.

I'm as ready as I can be for Christmas, and just a couple of days after I get home it's going to start raining relatives around here. Matt is flying in on the 22nd, the Edgewater gang will drive over for a couple of days when he gets here, then they'll go home for Christmas Eve and Santa's arrival, coming back on the 26th for a big celebration with us. They'll have to go back to work on the 27th but will leave Little Miss with us until the weekend. It seems complicated and busy because it is. I may need a vacation when it's all over. But enough about holiday craziness. Let me share something that has been providing serenity and beloved quiet time. I haven't been able to touch it for a week or so because I've been so busy, but....

behold this old print that I picked up for a couple bucks.

It's nothing special, kind of corny, but it reminded me so much of the sweet spot where my Grandma and Grandpa Holtz lived. The flower covered arch, the picket fence, busy hens, the pretty little house with pasture behind it. I had to have it. Once I brought it home I started spreading paint around.

I changed most of the flowers to pink, painted the house pink, and roughed in a little figure on that bench. That's my Grandma Ethel. The second chance that I had to work on it I was able to deepen the flowers a bit and paint the window and door trim white (like Ethel's). I gave her a blue dress and an apron, she was always in an apron in my memories. I'll put some little wire glasses on her face and a hint of pink on her cheeks. I'll probably add some trim to that apron (roses?), and the white blob beside her will eventually become a patchwork quilt.

I don't love the yellow trees in the distance, I may turn them green or just change that all to sky. I'll need to add green to that tree hanging just over the arch as well. In my mind this is a summer day on the Holtz spread and that spread had huge shade trees, complete with tire swings and a hammock. Well, the hammock was more of a bed strung between two big trees, all of us kids could pile on. That pasture had sheep and chickens who were great friends for a little girl. For a time it held a pony too. There were berry patches that seemed to stretch forever. Sun-warmed raspberries are still my favorite. Can you see why I thought this spot was paradise? It was the sweetest and safest place in my childhood. This silly project isn't great art, but gosh, it makes me happy. And isn't that what we should be doing, seeking happiness? It doesn't have to be world-changing. We're bombarded with the message that whatever we do must be on a grand scale. Enjoy jogging? You have to do a marathon. Enjoy your hobby? You should turn it into an income-generating business. Enjoy reading? You must start a book club. You like cooking? Apparently you have to video everything you cook for a TikTok or Instagram reel so you can get "likes" from strangers. NOPE. I'm all about soaking up small pleasures. I find joy in quiet pursuits - dabbling with paint or getting lost in a book, making a pot of soup on a chilly day. Why take the joy out of things by making it a competition or seeking approval? Ugh. I'm well aware that maybe it's just me that feels this way. I'm also well aware that I'm rambling about something that you probably don't have much interest in. Oops. I'm going to get upstairs, have a lovely bath and get under the covers with a book. Which reminds me of another small joy - this book!

I admit that since our move I have been unsettled. I miss my sunsets and the deer. I miss the bird song and even the dang raccoons who raided the bird feeder at night. This book has helped center me again. Here's the Amazon link where you can read more, just click through:

I checked it out from the library, but I really need to own it. I could see myself going back to its pages again and again. Small joys. I'm off. Time to soak and then sleep. I'll take along my trusty lap top, but no promises that I'll post from Florida. I think I owe everyone an email (Francie, I love you!) so I'll try to catch up while I'm down there. Sending out lots of love tonight, and hoping that you're finding small joys sprinkled in your days (and if you do, savor them). Stay safe, stay well. XOXO,

Nancy

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jojo0039 · 11 months

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*Treasure and Secrets* The Coastal Venture Part 1

Buzz is sitting in his office talking on the phone. On his laptop, there are missing posters on the screen of Joanna. "I don't care what you have to do! I need to find out where my daughter is!" He speaks on the phone. He listens to the person on the other end. "Yes. Rose Cameron. You said she was at the port this morning." He listens to the other end. "Did she have anyone with her?" he asks. "Two girls? Was it two teenage girls?" he asks. "Just one? What about a 20-year-old man?" he asks. He frantically types on his computer. "Yes. Did he have a girl with him?" Buzz asks. "Ok. Thank you. Do you know what ship they boarded?" he questions. He sighs in frustration. "You've been a lot of help thanks." He slams the phone down in anger. He starts printing out the posters when the doorbell rings. He quickly stands up and makes his way to the door. He opens the door and Carla Limbrey is standing on the other side. "Hello Buzz." she greets. "What are you doing here Carla?" he asks her. "It's time." she tells him simply. ******************************* Jo pushes against Rafe's chest making him break away from her lips. "Wheres Sarah?" she asks him. He gives her a confused look. "I'm on top of you and you're thinking about my sister right now?" he scoffs. She pushes against his chest until he sits up. "What can I say, I got a thing for blondes." She stares him down with a pointed look. "I'm not having sex with you. I'm mad at you." She stands up to put distance between them. Rafe rolls his eyes at her. "Whatever, let's go. I'll take you to go see her." He opens the door for her. "Thank you." She tells him as she pushes past him. He grabs onto her arm to stop her. "Stay by me. There's a bunch of sketchy men on this ship. I won't let anything happen to you." He pulls her back against his chest. She feels just how hard his body is and she has to remind herself that she's mad at him for kidnapping her and taking her to another country. "Come on." He leads her down the hall to another room. He opens the door and pushes her inside. She sees Sarah sitting at a table with tears in her eyes. "Oh my God, Sarah!" Jo rushes into the room and pulls her into a hug. Sarah hugs her back tightly. "Thank God, you're okay." Sarah cries into Jo's shoulder. Rafe leans against the door watching them. "What happened with Pope? Is he okay?" Jo asks Sarah. Sarah wipes the tears from her face. "We got him to JJ's cousin Ricky. The last I have seen him, the boys were waiting for me to come back with the keys." Sarah tells Jo. Jo quickly sighs in relief. "But there is something else that you need to know." Sarah tells her. "What?" Before Sarah gets to tell her anything, the bathroom door opens and Ward walks out. Jo gasps in shock. "What the fuck!?" Jo exclaims. ******************************************* "Hello, Joanna. I'm pleased to see Rafe finally convinced you to come with him." Ward smiles. "Not by choice." she snaps. "Like I was just telling Sarah, I'm sorry that you guys had to see that. But I had to make sure that Rafe got away." Ward explains. Sarah gives her father a look of disgust. "Thank you, Dad. At least one of us is grateful." Rafe glares at Sarah. "That's psychopathic, both of you!" Sarah insults. Jo wraps her arm around Sarah as she scoffs. "I promised Rafe that he wouldn't go to prison for helping me. I had to make good on that promise." Ward tells them. "Not that you care." Rafe directs at Sarah. "Did it look like I didn't care when I thought Dad was dead!?" Sarah yells at Rafe. "It actually looked like you cared about running off with some asshole!" Rafe yells back. "Yeah? Well, it looked like all you cared about was the inheritance!" Sarah argues back. "Yes, you cared! You cared! That's the point! Anybody on that dock could see how much you cared, sweetheart. And Joanna, anybody can see how much you still care about Rafe, and he needs you to be a better man." Jo glances up at Rafe with tears in her eyes to see him already staring intensely at her. "I know you both are angry right now and rightfully so. The important thing is that it's all behind us now. We're gonna live a new life now, all of us together." Jo shakes her head as she glares at Rafe and Ward. She is trying to wrap her head around what is happening and how she can get them out of it. "Jo, the place that we're going to, is paradise. We can have a fresh start." Rafe tells her softly. "It's all this small island of Guadeloupe. By the way, all those A's you got in French are about to pay off, they speak French there." Ward slides over papers about the place they're going. Sarah slides them back to him. "This isn't right, I need to call my Dad. He's probably worried sick about me by now." Jo tells them. "Yes, I want to call our friends and my boyfriend. Not to mention Joanna's boyfriend who you took her from Rafe!" Sarah glares. "I am her boyfriend!" Rafe straightens up and points his fingers to his chest. "There is no one on this Earth that loves her more than me! So don't start your shit, Sarah!" Rafe yells at her. "Quit yelling at your sister Rafe! You're not helping anything!" Jo yells at him. "Listen, you guys can call whoever you need to call as soon as we get there. John B and your friends know you're both here. Plus your Dad knows as well Joanna." Ward tells them. Jo gives him a look of disbelief. "What are you talking about?" both girls ask. "You know that cross that you all have been looking for? Well, Rafe got it." Ward tells them. "Yea no kidding, I was there." Jo retorts. "Turns out, historically it belongs to the Heywards." Wards says. "Yea, we know." Sarah snaps. "It also turns out that the most important thing to me is you. And you to Rafe." he points to Jo. "So we both willingly gave John B the cross for you two." Ward tells them. Jo glances at Rafe and sees a surprised look pass on his face, before it disappears. Jo instantly knows that Ward is lying. "And John B and JJ and everyone else was just okay with that?" Sarah asks not believing him either. "I had just handed them over a half-billion-dollar artifact, so yea they all seemed pretty okay with that. Plus I paid off everything I owed your dad and then some." Ward tells them. Jo feels Sarah grab her hand and squeeze. She knows that Sarah doesn't believe the bullshit either. "Rose! Wheezie! Come in here please!" Ward calls out. Rose walks into the room with Wheezie behind her. Rafe reaches over and grabs Jo's arm and pulls her off the bench and onto his lap. He wraps one arm around her waist and the other arm is draped over her legs. She can feel his breath on her neck and she shudders. Wheezie smiles happily at both Sarah and Jo. "I am so happy. We're all going back to our own private island! Jo, I am so happy you're coming with us! You make Rafe so happy!" Wheezie smiles happily. Jo gives her a fake smile knowing she can't cause a scene with Wheezie in the room. Rafe taps her on the leg. "Come on, I wanna show you something." he whispers in her ear. She stands up and he grabs her hand. He leads her out of the room. ***************************** Rafe leads her back to the room she was in before. "What do you have to show me, Rafe?" Jo asks. He smiles as he pulls out a small baggie with coke in it. She scoffs and shakes her head. "I am not doing drugs with you!" she snaps at him. "Good, 'cause neither am I." he tells her. "What do you mean?" she asks. He takes the baggie and dumps it down the toilet. She gives him a surprised look. "I'm done with it. I don't need it anymore because I have you." He flushes the remains of his drugs and steps closer to her. "Do you still love me?" he asks softly to her. She shakes her head, not trusting her voice. "Liar." he responds. "No, I don't. I'm with JJ. I love him." she tells him. Rafe scoffs and shakes his head. "You're a liar. You wanna know how I know?" he wraps his arms around her waist. "Because I love you. And I know you love me too." He leans down and starts kissing her neck. She pushes away from him. "Please don't." She whispers and turns her back to him. He moves her out away from her neck and starts kissing her neck again. "I love you." He whispers to her as he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her back against his front. "I am giving up cocaine, for you. I am going to be a better man, for you." he whispers in her ear. She sighs in defeat and turns around to face him. She grabs his face and pulls him down and kisses him. He kisses her back instantly pushing her back, until her back hits the wall. "You would give up cocaine for me?" She asks out of breath as he lazily kisses down her neck. "Yes, I would. That's how much you mean to me." He tells her as he grabs her face so she's looking at him in the eyes. "I believe you." she tells him. He smiles in contentment and kisses her again. He pulls away from her. "I'm gonna go find us something to eat. You have to be starved." he mumbles. "Yea, I am actually." she says realizing that she hasn't eaten in a while. "I'm gonna take care of you. Even if that means getting you food to eat." he tells her. He gives her another kiss before he leaves the room. She takes a deep breath and decides to splash water on her face. She has to start thinking clearly. She looks around the room to find a way to contact her dad. She knew for a fact he wouldn't let her leave the country with the Camerons. She hears the door open and quickly shut. "Did you find food that quick?" She walks back into the room to see John B with his back to the door. "Jo?" "John B?" She quickly rushes over and jumps in his arms. "Thank God! How did you get here?" she asks. "We snuck on. But we have to go now!" She doesn't even have time to think as he pulls her out the door. They run down the narrow hallway. They hear men shouting . "Do you know where you're going?" She asks as they come to a door that leads to the outside. "We need to get back to the container!" he tells her. A hand grabs her shoulder making her shout and ball her fist up. "Holy shit!" She lowers her fist when she sees Pope. "Jo? That God you're okay. We dont have to worry about JJ going postal." Jo jumps to him and throws her arms around him. "Thank God you're alive. I was so worried." she tells him. "Come on, you know you can't kill a pogue." Pope tells her. "Ain't that the truth." She finally notices the girl standing behind Pope. "Who the hell are you?" Jo finally says pointing to the girl. "John B, I brought a friend." John B's eyes widen. "Cleo?" he asks in shock. "Cheese on bread. It really is you." Cleo breathes out. "What are you doing here?" he asks. "This is my boat what are you doing here? It got too hot in Nassau because of you and Sarah. I had to run." Cleo explains. "It's not safe out here. We gotta go." Pope says. Jo follows her friends. They make it to a shipping container and Pope jumps up first. "Psst, open it." He whispers into the small air vent on the container. She hears JJ open the grate. Pope climbs through, then John B climbs up next. "Hold on." She hears John B say as she sticks her head through with a smile. "Miss me?" she asks with a small laugh. "Holy shit Jo?" JJ pulls her inside. He doesn't let her go as he pulls her into a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're okay. I knew I should've stayed there at the church with you." Jo places her finger on his lips. "It wouldn't have mattered. Rafe still would have taken me. But I'm okay and I'm here." she tells him. She pulls his face down and kisses him. "Who the hell is that?" Kie asks defensively. Jo pulls away from JJ's lips, but he just tightens his grip on her waist and doesn't let her go. "Remember I told you guys about the girl we met in the Bahamas who saved us?" John B asks. "Uh, Cleo?" Kie answers. "Meet Cleo guys. She's gonna help us." He tells the group.

#outer banks #treasure and secrets #joanna mills #jj maybank #rafe cameron #sarah cameron #john b routledge #pogues for life #pope heyward #kiara carrera #p4l

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kyanitesaphire · 2 years

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Lightning in a Bottle pt.2 As he approached the front door, Spencer quickly became aware of the excessive surveillance systems in place. He saw at least 4 cameras strategically placed and angled around the house and yard and a doorbell cam. The instant he rang the doorbell, the familiar orchestra of dogs barking boomed through the heavy wood door making him balk slightly. After several minutes and a copious amount of cursing from inside the house, the door opened and a man who Spencer deduced was Lurch stood before him with a thick stack of freshly printed sheets. He consulted the papers intermittently, his amber eyes glossing over the text and back up as he stared Spencer down before speaking.

“So you’re Spencer. You don’t look like much of an FBI agent.” Lurch said sternly.

“I get that a lot. I had one man say I looked more like a pipe cleaner with eyes. How did you find out I’m an agent though?” Spencer asked, cautiously trying to peer around the imposing alabaster haired brute to hopefully catch a glimpse of Éclair and escape the uncomfortable confrontation.

“I have friends with access to resources.” Lurch replied vaguely. Spencer nodded slowly with pursed lips.

“I figure it’s safe to assume that whole file is about me? Hopefully it’s all good things.” Spencer’s statement was met with a low groaning hum. He cleared his throat and gestured into the house before continuing. “Mind if I come in? Maybe you can tell me about yourself while Éclair is getting ready. Only seems fair, don’t you think?” Lurch looked him up and down once more before stepping aside and letting Spencer enter. Had he not been the trained profiler and behavioral specialist that he was, Spencer may not have noticed the subtle shift in Lurch's expression. A twitch of his lips as though he was holding back a cocky smirk.

“What do you want to know?” Lurch asked as he closed the door behind Spencer.

“Your real name and your relation to Éclair would be a good place to start.” Spencer took in his surroundings in an attempt to learn what he could.

“Herald Lurch. She’s my ward. Hence the background check.” Lurch explained as he stepped around Spencer being sure to keep some distance between them.

“Wait, so your not her brother or a cousin?” Spencer was confused by his response.

“Nope. From what we can dig up, she doesn’t have anyone like that. We checked finger print and DNA databases, missing persons reports, DMV records from the US, Canada, the UK. You name it we checked. It’s like she didn’t exist until she was found eight months ago.” Although his tone seemed cold and unfeeling on the surface, subtle inflections in his voice betrayed his frustration. Spencer lowered his gaze in thought. He couldn’t even fathom what Éclair must have felt when she found out that seemingly no one was missing her. His thoughts distracted him from the thunderous pounding of heavy paws and footsteps descending the stairs, and before he could register what was happening he was tackled to the ground and buried beneath a heaving mass of thick fur. He thrashed and flailed helplessly as the behemoth dogs assaulted his face with their enormous tongues. Lurch let out a low and rather mischievous laugh, offering no help in rescuing Spencer. The onslaught of puppy kisses didn’t let up until Éclair forcefully pulled them off of Spencer, but unfortunately not before his nice black suit was thoroughly covered in a thick layer of white fur. She affectionately reined them in and coaxed them into obedience while playfully nuzzling their faces. Spencer rose to his feet and tried in vain to dust himself off. With the dogs appearances no longer obscured by close proximity and slobbery licks, he could finally acquaint himself with the excitable pooches. Zeus was an oversized Tibetan mastiff husky mix and Raijin was a Great Pyrenees. Their massive bodies seemed to tower over everyone in the room. Upon seeing Spencer in his now disheveled state, Éclair tried but failed to contain her amused laughter. She slipped out her phone, opened up the camera app, and snapped a few photos.

“See Lurch, I told you he was a good guy!” Éclair said stashing her phone away again. “I like him, the boys like him, and I bet DD will like him too.” She stood right next to Spencer, placing one arm around his back and another against his chest. Although the physical contact felt nice and was quietly welcomed, Spencer couldn’t help but feel sheepish under Lurch’s gaze. Like how he would imagine a guy might feel talking to his prom dates father, something he never personally experienced but could suddenly empathize with.

“Yeah, everyone just loves ‘Dr.Reid'. Rave reviews from his supervisors at work and the academic community. Real teachers pet.” Lurch said with a mix of concern and condescension. “At first when you told me you were talking to some mystery guy I was worried about you, now I’m more worried about him.”

“Lighten up Lurch! Geez!” Éclair whined, throwing her head back in exasperation. “DD said I need to get out and make friends of my own, that it’s time for me to start developing social independence, but every time I try too, you either tell me they’re a threat to me or I’m a threat to them. I need you to trust me on this.”

“Really? Can I trust you not to break every bone in his arm if he grabs your ass?” Lurch retorted crossing his arms.

“I think it’s safe to say there will be no grabbing of anything. I intend to be on my best behavior sir.” Spencer said defensively raising his hands.

“You could bend her over the kitchen table right now and pound her ass like mochi for all I care.” Lurch said turning his attention to Spencer. “What I do care about is having to bail her out of an arrest for excessive force because someone caught her off guard getting too hands on with her. Holding back isn’t exactly her specialty.” Éclair stepped forward and stood in front of Lurch, placing her hands on his bulky shoulders.

“I get that you’re just looking out for me, because that is LITERALLY your job. But I promise I’ve got this covered.” She said reassuringly. “ I told DD about how I met Spencer today. Well it was before I knew his name cause we met right before he showed up. Anyway he said that if he did called me back, that he would send over my records so we could go over what to expect from me, especially since I have trouble remembering it all myself.” She continued as she retrieved the file in question from the coffee table. While she did so, Spencer felt a strong tug at his feet and was once again prone on the floor. Raijin had his leg pinned down and was prying apart his converse and untying the laces. Spencer tried to shoo the dog away and rescue his footwear from their fate but alas it was too late. The prolonged exposure to moisture and chemicals from the rain earlier had weakened the stitches and now they were ruined. Éclair gasped when she saw the state of his shoes.

“Oh gawd, I’m so sorry! He’s a stickler when it comes to shoes in the house. He must have thought you were staying to visit and wanted to help take them off.” Spencer did his best to retie them but even the shoe that hadn’t been gnawed on began to deteriorate as he tugged on the laces. Raijin whimpered apologetically, licking Spencer’s hand.

“It’s fine. Seems these shoes were at their end anyway.” Spencer sighed petting the distraught dog as he stood up. “Luckily I have other ones I can ware to work tomorrow at home.”

“We should probably start heading out now before they get anymore excitable.” Éclair said sliding her feet into her boots and reaching for the heavy duty leashes that hung on the wall. She handed the file she was holding to Spencer as she secured the leashes to each of the dogs collars, beginning with Raijin while Zeus lapped sloppy kisses onto Lurch’s cheek.

“Gimme your phone, doc.” Lurch groaned in defeat with his hand outstretched. Spencer fumbled his phone out of his pocket and relinquished it. Lurch gave the relic a confused look, expecting a more modern device. “E, keep your hands to yourself. Boys, watch her back. And Spencer, have fun and call me if shit goes sideways .” He ordered as he plugged his contact information into Spencer’s phone and returned it to him. Éclair rolled her eyes before popping up onto her tip toes and giving Lurch a peck on the cheek.

“Hear you loud and clear sir.” She chirped playfully.

“Uh..I-I think you said that backwards.” Spencer tried to correct in confusion as Éclair dragged him out the door by his tie.

“Come on, let’s get moving. You can read while we walk and ask questions as we go.” The dogs took their flanking positions around Éclair once they reached the sidewalk, Zeus at her side and Raijin in the lead leaving the side closest to the road open for Spencer. He breezed through the file with his usual ease, astounded by the revelations contained within. She wasn’t exaggerating earlier, her survival was nothing short of miraculous. Much of the documented damage appeared to be intentional, targeting specific areas of her brain, resulting in a range of behavioral side effects. Memory loss, lowered impulse control, hyper sexuality, increased aggression and heightened fight or flight response, inhibited pain response.

“After reading this, I can see why Lurch wants to keep such close tabs on you.” Spencer began, taking a closer look at the various scans. “ This paints you up as a violent time bomb waiting to go off at anything. Most of the serial killers I’ve profiled have fewer psychological and neurological conditions.”

“Yeah, I’m on a lot of meds for most of them. Obviously they cant treat some of them though, like the memory loss.” Éclair confirmed.

“ Have any of your memories from before come back? Any images of places or people? Maybe in dreams?” Spencer asked closing the file.

“ No, nothing at all.” She answered with a sigh. “ It might sound bad, but at this point its probably better if they don’t come back. I think its would be easier not to know who should be looking for me but isn’t, or why they’re not. What if I was that bad of a person that no one cares that I’m gone. Or what if something bad happened to those who would miss me and I saw it? I wouldn’t want to remember that.”

“So if someone missed you, if someone was looking for you, would you try to remember?” He asked awkwardly.

“Absolutely.” She answered without hesitation. “If someone cared about me to want me to come back even in that state, I’d definitely fight to remember them so I could love them back.” She gave Spencer a gentle bump with her side and flashed him a smile. “I admit it hurt when they told me no one was looking for me. I was basically unclaimed baggage. But now I get to start over, and look at me! I’m walking with three massive cuties.” It took a moment for Éclair’s insinuation to sink in for Spencer, but when it finally did he couldn’t contain his bashful grin. He bowed his head and tucked his lower lip between his teeth as he composed himself again.

“So, um… if they cant find your family or real identity, how did you come to be called Éclair? One of my coworkers asked if you were French and another asked if you were a stripper, but neither sounds accurate.” He asked rubbing the back of his neck.

“DD named me that because the first moment of clarity I had with him was during a big thunderstorm. I was just watching the rain fall and the flashes of lightning from the window. That was the first time I spoke as well. I said ‘it’s so beautiful’. So he thought it fitting to name me for the occasion.” Éclair explained giving Zeus some scratches around his neck.

“You keep bringing up a DD. Who is that?”

“My psychiatrist. I see him every week. His actual name is Dr. Deschamps.” Spencer pondered for a moment on the name. It rang a bell, then he recalled where he’d heard it before.

“Deschamps, I’ve met him before. Only briefly at a conference a few years back. He had some interesting theories regarding memory retrieval in patients with trauma.”

“Yeah, pretty sure I turned that all on its head. I bet if he were to speak at another conference he'd have a lot of new interesting things to say.” Éclair said skipping ahead a few steps and turning to walk backwards facing Spencer. “Hey, let’s get ice cream! There’s a place across from the dog park, we can let the boys loose while we eat! I’m really craving some chocolate cherry chunk!”

“Sounds good!” Spencer said excitedly.

After getting their ice cream and arriving at the dog park, Éclair removed the leashes from the dogs before taking a seat on the bench next to Spencer. The dogs didn’t wonder far away, instead they ran laps around the bench in their own game of tag. Spencer and Éclair chatted casually getting to know each other over their ice cream until their cups were empty. Then Éclair collected the refuse and took it to the nearby trash can. As she was returning to her spot on the bench, Zeus jumped up and laid out across the bench resting his head on Spencer’s lap and Raijin sat on the ground on the other side of him. Éclair pulled out her phone again and took a picture of the scene in front of her, then synced up a pocket bluetooth printer and produced a small copy of the picture.

“Here, figure you might want something for journaling.” She said handing Spencer the picture. He widened his eyes upon inspecting the image. It really put in perspective how large the dogs were especially against his tall lean figure.

“I don’t typically keep journals but I’m sure my coworkers would get a kick out of seeing this.” Spencer said with a smirk. “Do I want to know why you’re taking so many pictures?”

“I don’t do well with written journals, and since DD wants me to keep a journal I keep photo journals.” She said opening up the gallery of all the pictures she took. As she quickly scrolled through the images Spencer noticed that none of the pictures were of her. Not a single selfie or bathroom mirror shot. That’s when he got an idea. He got up off the bench, took the phone from Éclair and ushered her to sit in the middle of the bench. He patted the side of the bench next to her opposite Zeus, coaxing Raijin to take up that spot. He aimed the camera at her and just as he was about to snap a photo, both dogs began lapping kisses onto her cheeks. Spencer was rather pleased by how the shot turned out and showed it to Éclair.

“It’s a picture of me!” She gasped fawning over the image. “I don’t have any pictures of me! And the boys look so adorable!”

“I noticed that, that you didn’t have any selfies or anything of you. Which is odd considering most people have an abundance of them on their phones. Also it seems difficult to keep a photo journal of yourself without, you know, photos of yourself.” Spencer explained slipping his hand into his pockets.

“I suppose. But I guess for me it’s more like what do I see, and what do I think and feel when I see it. Like the one I took of you and the boys on the bench. I was thinking about how much they’ve gown to like you so quickly. And how cute you three looked all huddled up.” She said setting up her printer again and running off the picture Spencer took. “Here, have this one too. You deserve a copy of your handy work.”

“Thank you. I think I’ll keep this one for myself and I’ll send the one you took to my mom. I’m sure she’d appreciate a picture of me more.” He said slipping both photos into his breast pocket. Éclair shifted on the bench, scooting over toward Raijin and making space for Spencer to sit back down. He looked down at his still heavily fur covered clothes and figured there was no point avoiding it anymore and took a seat in the provided spot. No sooner did he situate himself and Zeus immediately laid out across his lap again.

“Does Zeus normally behave like this with strangers?” Spencer asked as he awkwardly tried to find somewhere to set his hands comfortably without resting them on Éclair.

“Nope. You’re just special.” She answered with a chuckle. “I heard that animals can sense what kind of person someone is. These guys are especially good at it. I’m pretty good at it too. I don’t know how I know, but I do. You’re sweet inside and out.”

“You’re most likely using profiling techniques similar to the ones my team and I use, at least on some subconscious level.” Spencer explained gesticulating absentmindedly. “Noticing things like behavior or expressions of people you interact with and how they treat others in passing.”

“Or maybe its smell. I didn’t see any of that from you before I knew you were a good person.” She rebutted tapping the tip of her nose and then gently poking his chest. Spencer squinted in confusion before Éclair continued. “ you not calling me a crackhead or psycho bitch or trying to grope me just confirmed it for me. Also Tyler and Nikki seem to like you too. Nikki calls you candy cane and Tyler thinks you’re a cutie until you open your mouth and an encyclopedia falls out. Whatever that means.”

“Although I’d like to think that I’m a decent person, my not throwing insults and vulgarities your way shouldn’t be the ‘be all end all’ measure of my character as a good person. A surprising number of serial killers actually come across as nice well adjusted people.”

“Or there’s more to knowing who’s a good person and who’s not than just what the eyes see.” She countered leaning in closer to him. His breathing had all but halted from the intimately close proximity as she gazed coyly into his deep maple eyes. “Regardless, I like you, the boys like you, and the boys know I like you too so in Zeus’s mind you’re part of his pack. That has its perks for sure.” Spencer swallowed hard and licked his lips trying to loosen up enough to speak again .

“Well, i-if one of those perks is getting to spend more time with you, than I can live with being covered in fur.” He said trying to come off as more casual than he felt in that moment.

“Yeah, you’re gonna want to stop wearing dark colours and nice suits when we hang out because this,” she said pointing to Zeus. “ is going to be a regular thing.” She leaned away just enough to feed her arm under his and link the At the elbows. Spencer stiffened slightly, still not completely comfortable with excessive physical contact but oddly not offended by it enough to break off. As her body heat radiated through his clothes, he began to relax again. Something about her caused him to involuntary surrender his defenses.

“Um, I think he’s falling asleep.” Spencer said clearing his throat and peeking over Zeus’s face to look at the massive dogs eyes as they began to slowly flutter close.

“I know how to get him up. Wanna see something cool?” She asked with a mischievous smile. He saw a playful spark light behind her blue eyes that was both contagious and nerve wracking simultaneously.

“Its nothing harmful or illegal is it?” He asked nervously.

“Nope, but the people around us are going to be annoyed or entertained. Either way, get ready to draw attention.” She answered, her smirk growing more as she spoke.

“That doesn’t sound encouraging.” Spencer said feigning a wince. Éclair giggled in response and unhooked her arm from his. She clapped her hand twice stirring the dogs into motion and ordered them in front of her.

“O.K. boys, let’s hear those beautiful voices.” She ordered before clearing her throat and starting into her rendition of Royals by Lorde. Zeus and Raijin sat at attention and bobbed their heads to the rhythm. The trick came when she sang a line that was followed by backup singing like “And we'll never be royals…” That was when the dogs would howl in the appropriate pitch and rhythm. Sure enough several passersby stopped in their tracks to investigate the sound and stare in awe at the oddly cultured canines. Spencer wasn’t very familiar with the song but appreciated the stunt and was amused all the same. He noticed a few people in earshot get spooked by the haunting howls echoing in the evening air until they saw the performance and calmed down. The harmless yet spooky nature of the event gave him the sense of a Halloween prank and delighted him. Once the song was finished the excited dogs rushed forward to Éclair who extended a hand out to each one and rubbed the sides of their faces. Her affectionate and nurturing behavior was endearing but a complete 180 from the predispositions listed in the file he had just read on her. It spoke to the true nature in her heart, and only having memories of the last eight months at the most, it wasn’t a learned behavior. Not from this life at least. It was instinctual at her core.

“Éclair,…. What is your earliest memory? What’s the first thing you remember?” He asked. Her mood suddenly darkened. Fear and sadness washed over her and he knew immediately he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“Screaming. That’s the first thing I remember doing. You know how I said that I knew you were a good person right away?” Spencer nodded quietly not wanting to interrupt her. “Well, when I woke up, I was alone in my recovery room with my neurologist Dr.Jericho, and I had the opposite feeling about him. He terrified me. He still does actually, I have to see him every week. The second I laid eyes on him I screamed and booked it out of that room as best as my wounded legs could take me. I ended up collapsing in the arms of one of the nurses I crashed into and I clung to him like my life depended on it. He tried to ask me my name, where I came from, who could I call, but I couldn’t answer any of it. I couldn’t remember anything and even if I could, I was to shook from seeing Dr.Jericho to get anything out.” Spencer caressed Éclair’s back sympathetically, noticing her shudder from the recollection. She did her best to keep a pleasant disposition all the same.

“It doesn’t seem right for them to make you continue seeing him if he makes you so uncomfortable, especially after a traumatic event regardless of whether or not you remember it.” He said with concern.

“Yeah well he has his own facility and was the first one to volunteer his services, once he got his grubby claws in me, that was it. They didn’t want to move me around and risk drawing too much attention to my case.” Éclair explained while straining to laugh through her words. “On top of all that, he hasn’t actually done anything bad to me that I can remember. Then again I cant remember much of my appointments with him. But I just know he’s a bad man.” Spencer opened the file again and looked over the scans more closely this time. He inspected the dates of the scans as well as the healing progression between them.

“It seems excessive to have you in every week. Based on what I’m seeing here, you’re brain is still healing from the trauma but the progress from one week to the next is too small to really do anything.” Spencer noted. “Every month or two I could see, especially if there’s concern of future bleeding. But the fact you have little to no memory of what’s happening at these appointments is what really doesn’t add up. Neurological testing is usually done while the patient is awake, and according to these you were. What do you remember? Dose he give you any medication before hand? Maybe for anxiety or claustrophobia?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. All I can remember is Lurch dropping me off then the next thing I know I’m home, but Lurch says I’m awake when he picks me up.” She said sitting back on the bench and bringing her feet up to pull her knees to her chest. “I think that at this point, DD is actually helping me but Dr.Jericho sets me back. I’ll be glad when I’m free of him.” She sighed, closed her eyes, and leaned sideways onto Spencer’s shoulder. He looked up at the sunset as the last rays of light began to disappear behind the horizon.

“It’s starting to get late, are you cold?” Spencer asked

“No, I don’t get cold easy. Besides, you’re pretty warm.” Éclair muttered as she reached around her back and grabbed his arm to wrap around her. He cleared his throat and awkwardly shifted his arm to rest it comfortably around her, trying to avoid any offensive areas. He barely got settled when Éclair started to giggle quietly to herself.

“What’s so funny?” Spencer asked feeling even more self conscious.

“Your heartbeat got harder and faster for a minute. I know its cause you’re nervous, but it tickled my ear.” She chuckled while rubbing her ear. The innocence of her response made him laugh slightly, relaxing him. Before he could comment on it, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone to check the message, fearing it was an urgent case. It wasn’t, the text was from Derek.

-still good pretty boy?-

This was one of the many times he was glad he didn’t own a modern cellphone. If he did, he would most likely be bombarded with inappropriate gif messages and emojis while drowning in messages from Penelope.

-yeah. All good.- He texted back shaking his head and slipped his phone back into his pocket. “That was my co-worker. I’m not sure if he was checking in as a joke or if he honestly thought you were going to feed me to you dogs.”

“Well, rest assured, I’m not going to feed you to the dogs. If I did that I’d be out a friend and both the boys would have to be put down.” She said teasingly. “Why? Am I that scary ?”

“No! No, you’re not scary. The scariest thing about you is how easily you draw me out of my usual comfort zone.” He explained.

“In a bad way or a good way?” she pried, looking up at Spencer while still resting her head on his shoulder.

“Um...good I guess. I’m not normally one for a lot of physical contact. At least not form those outside of my immediate friends and family.” He confessed. “ So this is different for me, but oddly not unwelcome.”

“Nikki always tells me I’m too much for a lot of people to handle, but I don’t really know how not to be too much.” She said playing with the ends of Spencer’s tie. “Its probably why Zeus and Raijin are my closest friends. They don’t care if I’m too much. If anything they prefer it.”

“That’s because its who you are. Whenever someone thanks me or chides me for being me, I’m compelled to inform them I don’t know how to be anyone else. I’d expect the same to be true for you.” Spencer mused as he shifted his weight slightly to more comfortably make eye contact while speaking. Éclair shot him a side cocked smile before reaching over to Spencer’s wrist and checking the time.

“I’d better get home soon. Its getting close to time for my night meds anyway. I’d take them all at once if I could, but I’m on so many that if I did I’d probably die.” She chuckled as she sat up and reattached the leashes. “It would be like eating a bowl of cereal.”

“Not to mention the side effects of taking certain medications too close together.” He stood up and tried to smooth out his suit out of habit. She looped her arm with his and nudged him forward, beginning their walk back to her house.

“Do you want to hang out again tomorrow? I have my appointment with Dr.Jericho in the afternoon, and it would be nice to end the day on a high note.” She asked as they approached the doorstep.

“If I don’t get called away on a case, then yeah, I’d like that.” He said nervously rubbing the back of his neck “I could call you either way tomorrow and let you know.”

“Cool! I have a couple of movies I’ve been planning on watching. I can do with a change from contest shows like Skin Wars and Face Off.” She said excitedly. Zeus nuzzled into Spencer’s hand and gave his palm a few licks before hurrying to the door and standing in front of the handle, blocking Éclair from entering and barking at her as she tried to turn away and say her farewells. “What’s all this about bud?” Zeus responded by bucking his muzzle forward and licking the air. “Fine. But I doubt he’s gonna be too happy about it.” She turned back towards Spencer, placed her hand on his shoulders and gave him a peck on the lips.

“W-what was that for?” Spencer asked blinking several times and swallowing hard nervously.

“You remember how Raijin has a thing about shoes in the house? Well Zeus believes it’s wrong to part ways without kisses.” She explained still not removing her hands from their placement. “Another side effect of him considering you part of his pack. Better get used to it.” Spencer glanced over at Zeus and saw him panting gleefully. As he drew his gaze back to Éclair, he realized his hands had found their way to her hips. He quickly tore his hands away, startled.

“I am so sorry! I don’t know what happened there.” He blurted out in a panic. Éclair simply laughed at the apologetic spectacle.

“I thought you were just keeping me from falling over.”

“Oh god, how long was I doing that.” Spencer groaned.

“Mmnnn, since about here.” She cooed leaning back in and stopping just shy of making contact “ Yeah, that feels about right. You’re doing it again, so it must be right.”

“What?” Spencer looked back down and sure enough his hands had migrated back to her hips as though they never left to begin with. He shut his eyes tightly in embarrassment but didn’t move his hands.

“you ok?” She cocked her head to the side curiously. Spencer inhaled deeply and cleared his throat before responding.

“Yeah. Just taking your advice and applying it. The ‘get used to it’ part.” He said meekly.

“So,…what? You want me to just keep kissing you over and over till you get used to it?” she joked. His eyes widened at the suggestion and frantically racked his brain for an appropriate answer. His original implication was the fact that the way he felt about her wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.

“Um, actually I was thinking about applying it to something else… but I suppose one more for the road wouldn’t hurt.” His words drew a silent laugh from her lips. He mustered up his courage, slowly brought his hand to her cheek and kissed her. It was brief and restrained, but unlike the kiss she gave him, this one wasn’t platonic. She didn’t seem to mind the slight escalation in intimacy, in fact it seemed as though she wanted to build on that escalation but Spencer's lips had already parted from hers. “I…uh… I should let you go inside now. Hate for you to forget your meds.”

“ Yeah, I also want to check on my Animal Crossing village. I’m still trying to figure out my style and it’s a good way to do that.” Éclair said patting Spencer’s shoulders as she stood back. “You can keep that file for yourself if you want.”

“ I think I will, thank you.” Spencer nodded, readjusting the strap of his messenger bag.

“See you tomorrow hopefully.” She called over her shoulder as she opened the door and ushered the dogs inside.

“Yeah.” Spencer began to descend the steps of her porch before turning back and calling out to her. “Oh, and Éclair?” She turned back to look at him. “I'd miss you.” She was confused at first by his seemingly cryptic statement, but the symptomatic look in his eyes told her it was quite simple. She wont be so easily forgotten again. Éclair flashed Spencer an appreciative smile and a flirtatious tickling wave as she closed the door.

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Wicked Creature (Alfie Solomons x Reader) [Request]

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You caught Alfie fussing with his face in the shaving glass late one misty morning at Margate. You hadn’t meant to, had merely walked past the bathroom and glimpsed him staring hard at his reflection. The look in his eyes had arrested you on the spot. He reached up with rough fingers and touched the scarred side of his face, fingertips tracing the puckered runnel of a scar tracing down his left cheekbone.

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Alfie lumbered into the room and eased himself down on the opposite sofa, stretching himself out to encompass the whole space, a king lounging on his throne. He sniffed and glanced at you before turning aside to gaze out across the gray, frothing sea. It didn’t look like the overcast weather would clear up by midday, and it was likely to downpour in the early afternoon.

The seagulls shrieked up at the gun-metal clouds above as though voicing their defiance in the face of such inclement weather.

You wanted to say something to ease Alfie’s insecurities, but everything you thought of came up short. With his face angled toward the balcony doors, he seemed normal, the unmarred side of his face presented toward you, a rugged handsomeness that occasionally bordered on beautiful in your opinion. You scrutinized him over the top of the newspaper.

If you said anything directly, Alfie would take offense. It wasn’t that he was normally so sensitive. He liked to be as indirect as possible until the moment that directness was a well-placed punch to the solar plexus, designed to incapacitate, surprise, and brutalize the recipient. Being direct with him was boring, in his mind, and revealed too much too soon about someone’s intentions. Alfie liked to play the game, but only if the other player rose to the challenge.

Setting aside the daily, you stood and closed the short distance between the settee and the sofa. Alfie flicked his sharp, blue eyes up to you as you approached.

Opting for boldness, you hiked up your skirts and straddled his lap. He immediately shifted, legs spreading out wider beneath you as you settled yourself onto his formidable thighs. Then he went still, eyebrows arching as you stared into his face.

Meeting his guarded gaze, you reached up and gently placed your hand on the scarred side of his face. He nearly flinched but remained as unmoving as possible, his expression hardening as he fought against whatever internal struggle raged within him. Brushing your thumb along the scar, you let your eyes shift away from his, following the path of your light touch. Up close you could see the full extent of the damage Tommy Shelby had done to this bear of a man.

You almost wanted to weep.

Fighting back the tears pushing behind your eyes, you leaned forward a fraction. One of Alfie’s large hands settled on your hip, anchoring you as you drew nearer. Letting your fingers trail forward into his hairline above his ear, you hovered over Alfie’s skin, your breath ghosting over the puckered flesh. If you hadn’t been sitting on him, you wouldn’t have noticed the nigh-imperceptible shiver that ran through him.

You pressed your dry lips gently against the scar tissue. Alfie’s hand tightened a fraction on your hip as you pressed another dry kiss further along the marred flesh. His eyes fluttered closed, eyelashes brushing your cheek.

You kissed his damaged eyelid, lingering a moment longer there than you had on his scar.

His other hand settled on your other hip, drawing you closer. Pressing your forehead against his, you let your own eyes flutter closed and breathed in the musky scent of him.

“What’s this, eh?” he asked, his rough rasp of a voice thick.

You shrugged, not trusting your words.

“I don’t like pity,” he grumbled. His beard brushed your chin.

“I’m not giving it,” you answered.

The sound of your voice had Alfie’s hands sliding up your spine, one hand nesting in your hair. He pulled you back enough to look directly into your eyes.

You stared right back, steady.

“What’s this, then?” he repeated.

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“That so? How’s that not pity?”

“If you would prefer I leave…”

His grip on you kept you from moving. “Not on your life, love.”

Snaking your arms around his neck, you ghosted your lips over his scar again before dragging them down to the corner of his mouth, teasing.

“Wicked creature,” he groused in your ear before devouring your mouth with his.

#Alfie Solomons x Reader #Alfie Solomons #Alfie Solomons imagine #Tom Hardy x Reader #Tom Hardy #Tom Hardy imagine #Peaky Blinders #requests

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ptergwen · 2 years

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idea for a peter x stark!reader: the graveyard scene at the end of nwh and reader is there with happy, visiting tony's grave (lets just pretend he was buried in the same place as may) and she sees peter but doesnt remember him at all :((

something to remember me by

warnings: BIG NWH SPOILERS and angst lots of angst

a/n: i changed it a bit so they’re all visiting may :( my heart absolutely broke writing this btw um have tissues on hand

icy air nips at peter’s skin as he paces himself through the cemetery. he carries a white rose along with him, his thumb skimming over its thorns.

he’s severely underdressed for the chilled winter day, something aunt may would surely chastise him for. he could never step an inch outside the apartment until she made sure he was bundled from head to toe.

it used to bug peter to no end. now, he understands that she was only looking out for him. all may ever did was for him.

her love might have been overbearing at times, but that’s because may parker loved fiercely. she loved with her entire being. mind, body, and soul.

she’d taught her nephew to do the same, which is why peter stands before her grave alone. he asked doctor strange to cast a spell making everyone forget him.

knowing peter comes with consequences. he refuses to ruin the lives of those dearest to him any more than he already has, so he thought it best to remove himself from them.

in turn, peter lost the few people he had left; happy, ned, mj, you. he’s on his own. but, maybe that’s for the best.

maybe, that’s what he deserves.

peter kneels so he can set the rose down in front of may’s headstone. he reads its engraving, his eyes instantly glossing.

when you help someone

you help everyone

peter’s chest aches, his heart excruciatingly heavy.

before his grief consumes him, he heaves himself off the ground. he distracts himself by admiring the other bouquets of flowers brought by the many who may touched.

that fierce love of hers went both ways.

proving this to be true, two pairs of feet pad toward peter in the snow. whoever they belong to, they’re visiting may.

“thanks for coming with me, kiddo. it can’t be easy, being here after your dad.”

peter’s head snaps up when he recognizes happy’s voice. happy, he’s missed him terribly. he never even got the chance to say goodbye.

he must be talking to…

“it isn’t, but may was important to you. that makes her important to me, too.”

you.

“y/n?” your name tumbles out of peter’s mouth like word vomit.

he doesn’t notice the confusion your features hold.

peter approaches you slowly, the fragility of yours and his situation pushed to the back of his mind. he blinks his teary eyes that have settled on you.

“it’s… it’s so good to see you. how’ve you been?” he breathes.

you’re beside happy with a comforting hand on his shoulder. happy pats your hand, then continues the short distance to may’s grave.

that leaves you and peter alone.

he takes you in as if it’s for the first time.

there are snowflakes stuck to your hair from snowfall earlier, a scarf wound tightly around your neck. it has a checker print that’s tattered from how worn it is.

it’s peter’s.

he’d lent it to you just recently, during one of your late night walks. you often went on those together.

you were cold, and peter was determined to warm you up. you’d tried to protest at first, too proud to accept the scarf from him, so he decided to wrap you in it himself. you ended up liking it so much that peter let you keep it.

that feels like ages ago, but it was only a matter of days.

“sorry, i…” you trail off, studying the rosy cheeked stranger who’s gazing at you. “do i know you?”

you don’t remember him.

of course you don’t, hence the memory erasing spell.

part of peter hoped it hadn’t worked on you. the selfish part of him, that is. you’re better off this way.

“uh… no,” peter lies, technically.

“but, you know me,” you reiterate. “how’s that so?”

the tips of peter’s ears turn a shade of pink that matches his cheeks. he tugs at the beanie he’d thrown on earlier, covering them.

“you’re a stark,” peter clarifies, shrugging to feign nonchalance. “everyone knows you.”

that is how he met you, through tony. you were the pretty assistant in your dad’s lab, and peter was the dorky avenger in training who would “accidentally” damage his tech so he’d have an excuse to spend time with you.

you press your lips into a polite smile.

“right, yeah. i’d forget if the whole world wasn’t constantly reminding me,” you laugh out.

peter’s sunken heart soars at the sound.

his doe eyes lock with yours.

“your dad… tony. he, uh, he was a real hero,” peter praises. “best of us all.”

you break the eye contact and clear your throat, hands shoving into the pockets of your jacket.

there’s a beat before those words register with you.

“us, huh?” you echo the stranger, who might not be so strange. “are you sure we haven’t met?”

peter winces. he gives a shake of his head, followed by a sniffle.

“oh, uh huh. yeah. i’m positive. positive. i just- i meant that-“

“are you okay?” you interject, your tone softer. “you’re crying.”

brows furrowed, peter swipes his fingers under his eyes. the skin is wet, and his lips taste of salt when he licks them out of habit.

he hadn’t realized.

“i’m fine,” peter assures you. he plasters on another smile for your sake. “really, i am.”

“you definitely aren’t,” you state the obvious.

you’re right. he isn’t fine, not in the slightest. may is gone, tony is gone. despite being right within his reach, you’re gone.

there’s nothing anymore.

there’s nothing.

“i’m assuming you’re here for may parker,” you gesture to happy at may’s grave, revealing, “they, um, dated or something. between you and me, i think it was a bit one sided.”

peter finds himself chuckling upon the mention of may’s and happy’s summer fling. he was more into it than her, to be fair.

“anyway, i’m here for support. i didn’t get the chance to know may too well,” you explain with regret. “but, from what i’ve heard… she was a hero, too. i’m sorry.”

you did know may, though. she loved you like one of her own, peter sometimes swore more than she loved him. you’d hit it off the moment he introduced you two.

since it was because of him you knew each other, he supposes those memories have faded.

“she… she…” peter tugs his wobbly lip between his teeth. “yeah, she was.”

your concern is piqued once again when you notice how the stranger’s body trembles.

“seriously, are you alright?” you question him, eyes fixed on his shaking form. “i’ll bet you’re freezing right now… you must be.”

honestly, he is. the thin material of his attire is no match for new york’s winter weather.

he exhales a cloud of smoke from his mouth, rubbing at his tear stained cheeks with his sleeve.

“what gave it away?” peter jokes.

you begin to pull your scarf loose from your neck.

“here, try this,” you offer the scarf to peter, without a second thought. he’s taken aback by your kind gesture. “no, i… i can’t do that. it’s yours,” peter insists, voice hoarse.

despite his refusal, you place the scarf in his hand. you close his fist around it conclusively, still your same stubborn self. peter stares down at your gloved hand over his. you’re smiling at him when he looks back up, a genuine smile.

“you need it more than i do.”

peter mirrors your infectious smile, nodding once. you let go of his hand so he can slip on the scarf. silently, you watch as he tucks it into his jacket, its scent smelling of you. he inhales a deep breath and lets it flood his senses.

“suits you well,” you compliment the scarf, peter laughing quietly. “thanks,” he rasps.

“well…” you glance over at happy, then back to the not-so-strange stranger. “i should really check on him. you gonna be okay?”

“yeah,” peter murmurs, repeating in a whisper, “yeah.”

for the first time since getting into this mess, he will be.

“sorry again about may,” you sympathize with him.

peter’s head hangs low, his eyes stinging from his dried tears. he doesn’t say anything to you in response, anything at all. you take that as your cue to go.

“wait!” peter stops you the second you turn.

you oblige, both eyebrows raised expectantly.

he doesn’t want you to leave, but you don’t have an actual reason to stay. so, he makes one up.

“aren’t you gonna need this back?” peter points to the scarf.

you grin as you start to walk backwards toward happy, sharing your ironic sentiment.

“keep it,” you call to the stranger, who desperately grips your scarf between his fingers.

“it’s something to remember me by.”

#nwh spoilers #peter parker #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x stark!reader #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine

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lovinkiri · 2 years

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Hot Villain Deku smut! Quirkless hero S/O feels bad bc Deku has done so much for her, and she feels she’s contributed very little to him. So, she tries to make up as much as she could, like cooking him meals, cleaning his clothes, giving him massages, and so on even when she’s tired. She even dresses up in things like a maid outfit, a sexy gown, Neko ears, and even a female version of his villain get-up. What really got him was a naked apron, all while cleaning up in front of him…

Cater To You

Author's Thoughts: 🎶It's the least I can do, let me cater to you🎶 This reminds me of that song, hence the title. I'm a sucker for pleasing your s/o ☺️ Also, I decided to give each outfit separate headcannons because the different reactions will not be if ignored 😌

Maid Outfit

He comes home to find you dusting

And since he's a lil perv, he immediately notices the curve of your ass when you can't reach something

And he's on your ass (literally) in a second like "Need help?"

You try saying no but eventually you let him help you out cause he won't stop asking

So he lifts you on his shoulder

Does not matter how big you are, Izuku is strong as hell

You barely weigh a thing to him

Carries you around a bit so you can reach the highest spots

When he puts you down, you ask how "work" was while you go back to cleaning

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I caused a building to collapse- Could you come closer?"

"Zuku, I'm supposed to be cleaning."

"Seeing you like that has got me making a mess of myself and I need you to clean it up."

Sexy Gown

God this has gotta be the outfit you give him a massage in 😩

He comes home and now the lights are dimmed

The atmosphere was so romantic

But he left the lights off when he left

So at first he thought someone broke in and "just dimmed the lights so they could see better without attracting attention to the house"

Villain or not, he still over thinks everything 💀

It wasn't until he noticed he was stepping on rose petals that he realized it had to be you

Because otherwise, whoever broke in wanted to fuck him

He followed the trail of petals to his room and found you in the bed

And he looked you up and down at least three times

Immediately has his hands on your sides and hips, rubbing up and down

"What's all this, rosebud?"

You simply hush him and start to strip his costume from him

His hands are restless as you, fidgeting at his sides

You lay him down on the bed and he grips the sheets to hold back from getting up and laying you out on the bed

As soon as you start massaging, he's moaning

The man is stressed, all the time

And every knot undone forces out a broken whine

"O-Oh fuck rosebud, yeah.. R-Right there.. !"

Neko Outfit

Screw just the ears, why not a whole outfit?

Fake plug in or clip on tail

With a short skirt and a tight shirt

And some gloves and socks with paw prints on them

Yeeeeesh 😩

He can't take his eyes off you

He's on the phone with the league but he has no clue what they're saying

He's just going "Uh huh.. Uh huh.. Yeah.."

You cooked earlier so now you're just doing dishes

But Izuku notices how you've looked so sleepy all night

He asked about it earlier but you insisted on doing the dishes

So he muted himself on the phone and called for you

You walked in, eyes lidded and he beckoned you closer

You did so and he pulled you on his lap

"C'mere, pretty kitty. I can tell you're sleepy."

"No, Izu, I've gotta-"

"If you're that restless, I could put you to sleep. As long as you can be a good kitty and stay on all fours."

Female Deku Outfit

As soon as he sees you walking around in this?

He's frozen

Can't move, can't speak.

The only thing his eyes can do is follow you

But if you some into reaching distance, he will pull you by the waist after a moment

"Are you sure you don't wanna be a villain, Doll? So far, I like it when we match."

You aren't getting any cleaning done

He won't let you go, you're stuck in his arms

You guys start making out, which leads to riding him

"This is what you wanted right? Such a mischievous little villain."

The Apron

He got home and took his hero suit straight off

It was just one of those days

He plopped on the couch and called for you, just to see if you there and were down to cuddle

Then you came out only wearing an apron

And the man's jaw dropped

By now, he's seen you in tons of different outfits

But seeing you naked was better than anything

Because it was just you

No gimmick, no theme, just you

And he found nothing sexier than you

He watched you go around cleaning the living room

The moment you bent over pick up his hero costume, he was on you

You could feel his cock poking your ass through his underwear

"God, you're such a tease baby"

His fingers found your cunt and you gasped as he began rubbing quick circles into your clit

Made you cum on his fingers at least twice

Then he popped them into his mouth, savoring the taste with a quiet "Mmm.."

Bent you over the back of the couch and just 😩

Completely lost control of himself

I mean he broke the couch gripping it so hard

And he didn't stop

He just let his head fall beside yours and growled into your ear

"Fuckin' take it, take it"

#Villain Izuku x reader #Villain deku #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #x reader #smut

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burnyouwithacigarettelighter · 3 years

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part i, autonomy in your coherence | c.g

With something like time that runs round with the world — ignoring it’s inhabitants and stealing things that you’d hidden away for safekeeping — you’ve taken up the hobby of art, furiously sketching faces that are six-feet under.

The skill is beautiful and horrific all the same, watching like a person with amnesia as the portraits begin to lose their depth, the freshness, the personality that came free with who you’d chosen to print on the page.

You’ve forgotten your feelings for Carl, because he didn’t feel the same.

You just wished you did a better job at it.

WARNINGS: mentions of death, suicide ideation

this is a continuation of watch you burn away and i recommend you read that, first! this is also part of a series, so here is the masterlist if you need it!

(cross-posted on ao3!)

Your father once told you he had a patient that died from heartbreak.

“Your heart can’t really break, though, right?” You’d said. A doctor for a father and a laboratory technician for a mother made you more than aware of things, seeing through the myths and pretty white lies of figures like Santa and the tooth fairy.

(They had gone through with it anyway, because although their child knew, it was a gateway to normality in such a busy home.)

Your father scratched his chin, unsure how to respond. “My patient had died from a broken heart, though the process wasn’t as simple as it’s term name. A broken heart — the nonliteral meaning — can be the cause and the domino toppling to many things that could lead to death.”

“Like what?” You’d said with little admission into the conversation, having been flicking through a novel you’d picked up a while back (which featured a one eyed pirate and his partner who’d ended up dying in the end — not that you knew, yet, at least.)

“I don’t know, er,” Your father swirled his coffee lightly, gesturing wildly with his free hand, “Mental health issues, for one. Erratic actions, depression, a lost sense of self. Obsession.”

“Huh,” You muttered, looking up at your father for the first time. “A lost sense of self? Really?”

“What is your father teaching you?” Your mother said, stepping into the kitchen with a questioning expression. The conversation ended there, without so much as a thought after.

You wish you pried your father for further answers. What you’d give to get the workaholic of a man to dump his duo psychology medical major thoughts unto you with little care.

The knowledge would be gold in your time of need, when pulling and pushing distance further between you was like venturing through a field of thorns.

(Perhaps you just missed your parents. But that couldn’t be it, right? They’d died and you had lived, their blood on your hands and the gun in your fingers, their glazed over eyes and your own that nearly matched, cold and willing without a drop of emotion.)

But you’d gotten through it for him— without him. Without anyone, quietly harboring scratches and bleeding from the field with little effort.

If someone asked, you would tell them with full and honest confidence that you harboured no more attachments. You were a naive teenager, running through your feet and over yourself for something that was just a crush.

Crushes are — in their whole singularity and purpose — temporary.

They are brief, and momentarily something that causes ripples and waves in your thoughts, just the slightest mention or faint sight makes you detour down a road of sickly sweet dreams and fantasies.

He was first love (like? You didn’t love him, no, it was a crush and it was something for the unattainable and the inappropriate — in which with full truth, he was.) so you poured the honey glazed remembrances and rose coloured lenses over your memories, because he was a first love, and you know that those were cracks in the heart, growing vines and constricting the part that was him — the part that’d always, always be there, without a doubt.

(However much you didn’t want it to be.)

The leaves and the venomous flowers that sprout in decaying grooves come with age, and you are older now.

You bear fresh scars that litter your entire being and wear newly buried bones of people who were once not just that, the dirt still sitting in the crevices of your nails, and you seem to forget their voices with each passing day.

More and more, the faces look like reference art rather than a taken from life picture, which was all telling them to sit still and watching their eyes crinkle at the edges when you show them the result, voices echoing and asking if they could have it.

Everyday, as it has become a peevish habit like biting your nails or obsessively reminding yourself your stove is off, you draw pictures of everyone.

If you are close enough with them, you ask the subject to sit and model for you, analyzing every breath and laugh they take when you crack a joke or engage them in meaningless conversation just to see how the light hits their brows when they raise, the shadows pooling in their aging lines.

Everyday, you wish and hope and even fucking pray that their portraits continue to be something of anxious routine, rather than trying to dump their image out of your head and onto paper so you can see their faces one more time.

His image seems to change with each moment he sits in for you, once a face with two piercing blues, then a patch and eyes that looked at the dusty wooden floor, and later, someone who looks at you straight, something that told you he was a survivor, who bore his battles proudly, the scar on the right of his face sitting ruggedly and bewitchingly.

You draw him, exactly the way you see him, and when you show him the picture, he laughs, and says “You made me look too pretty,” and you shake your head, “It’s exactly the way I see you.”

You do her, too, upon request. When she sits, you draw her almost like it was professional, drawing the curvature of her face with exact precision, intense shading, marking the features she holds. The dip in her nose, the straight of her hair.

(You often forget who you’re drawing in these moments, and when you step away from the canvas you’re hit with whiplash. It’s subconscious, the way you do these things to please him, wanting to see so clearly how his face spreads delicately with delight.)

It takes a little while for you to convince Ron. When you first propose the drawing, he gives you a confused face, before walking off to do shooting practice. He’s gotten better with the gun over the years, and doesn’t respond when you tell him you know why.

(His mother didn’t come out of it alive, and his brother didn’t come back without harm. The younger boy was alive, but would grow up with only his brother by his side and one less limb to account for.)

The second time, he makes a snide comment, albeit with no bite, about how ‘you must be a horrible artist, to ask me of all people to model for you.’

The third time, you’ve dragged him to the small office you makeshifted for the drawings in the garage. He studies every slit of paper you’ve ripped out of your book, the unfinished sketches or yet-to-be painted canvases piling up against the walls. Complete works sit proudly on your wall, displayed for the world to see.

His hands hover over the paints sitting on your desk, charcoal, dirt, sticks, paintbrushes, handmade dyes, wallpaper cut-outs.

“Why?” Ron says curiously.

“‘Why?’ what?” You echo, fiddling with a fork you grabbed from the kitchen, splaying out a thick lather combination of beet dye and cement onto your finger to check the consistency.

“Why do you draw these portraits? I get the others because,” He says, leaving the words “because they’re dead” hanging in the air between you two in mutual and regretful acknowledgement, “But you draw these everyday. You drag Carl and Enid off, or just sit on the benches and draw Maggie and Glenn knee-deep in the dirt.”

You sigh a dreadful breath, wiping the rest of the beet-cement mix onto the page with the pad of your fore-finger. “We’ll forget them one day.”

He looks at you, unblinking. The dead, the gone, and the soon to be long forgotten only existed in your memories, in your words, and when the time came that the world had moved on and stopped, they would cease. Their whole memory relied on the living, nothing about them able to reach and grasp life on their own. Memory was all that was left, and it was all you could do to wash away regret.

“And the rest?”

You bite your tongue hesitantly, your movements rigid, “You see their portraits. Everyday they get less and less coherent. When — when time comes , these drawings will be the only thing getting me by.” You whispered.

The ball had dropped. Coping and grief in it’s big and ugly form, preying on your conscious hungrily, taking shelter in your largest worries. Claws sunken in your flesh, the monster was a thing that felt like it would never go away, because it would loom right alongside death itself, watching and waiting for the moment they’d deemed someones time to have been enough.

(It would never be enough. Enough meant they’d pop in from next door and ask to borrow something, enough meant they’d swipe dirt across your face to make you angry — enough meant they would come in everyday and sit for their portrait once more.)

A creaking on the floorboard caught your attention, eyes watching as Ron’s feet walk to the corner of the room, before hopping onto the wooden seat with little effort.

“I’m not going. I never will. But — do it anyway. I’d… like to see how I look on paper.” He said cheekily, picking up a thin pencil off your desk and handing it out to you.

So you did. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes snowballed into hours in the dim lighting of the garage, asking the blond to turn his body, stretch his head and make different expressions, fulfilling and destroying the little worm of worry sitting in your head.

When you’re done with the charcoal, turning it around for Ron to see and to inspect, he asks, “What about you?”

“And what about me?” You say. His questions never make sense without further discussion, but the boy always has to wait for you to pry and ask him to elaborate.

“You don’t have any drawings of yourself. You’re the artist, the photographer, the one who makes these things that will stay longer than the memories and the words — so what about you?”

It’s rare that Ron delves into his emotions and the things he really means, but when he does, it’s something that stays, for a long while.

“I,” You didn’t have an answer for it. You weren’t one to do a self-portrait, it not being the same as having someone to sit and take from. “I don’t want to.” You finished simply, an ice cold realization coming to reality in you.

“Why?” He says the same words as before, but the words hold a heavy weight.

“I don’t know.”

You knew.

Maybe one day, you’d wished that you’d wash away like seafoam on the beach. You wouldn’t leave a single portrait behind of you, and the memories and the words were left mum behind his lips, because you knew how he got in a loss.

Quiet and unfeeling, it was so selfish of you that you’d counted on how he got in that state to leave you behind, neglecting you like the fruits of your memories you’d never get to bear.

Ron’s gaze bore into you like he knew exactly what you were thinking, telepathically taking in every thought you’d conveyed at your dispense.

“You should.” Is all he says, before stepping off the wooden stool and out the door.

What was wrong with you? You feel so… entirely foolish. Obsolete. Embarrassing.

You walked past the remnants of those who were gone everyday, obsessively creating canvas over canvas of them and the only thing you could think was that you’d wish to position yourself beside them?

This world was catching up to you, and fast, but you’d just have to run faster than it could.

#twd #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #chandler riggs #angst #the walking dead #twd x reader #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead carl #carl grimes x you

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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hellooo An idea crossed my mind and i cannot stop thinking about your great mind making it possible what abou din djarin and reader having a fight. Mando is very protective. He basically shows than reader cannot keep themselve safe. That bothers reader and they run away. Mando tries not to worry, but finally he is running through the rain at the night begging for pardon. Very angst and happy ending

AN | I am apparently back in my Din feels because this...made me soft 🥺

Warnings | None

Pairing | Din x GN!Reader

Masterlist | Din, Main

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When Din woke up, it wasn’t because he was startled out of slumber by the little one, or an intruder - no. This was a much more pleasant way to wake up - to the smell of something delicious cooking. He rubbed his bleary eyes, almost as if making sure he was actually awake or just having a very realistic dream. Upon slowly sitting up and letting his feet hit the padded floor of the small bedroom, he discovered that it was all very much real.

A groan escaped his lips as he stretched and reached for a shirt to throw on before making his way down the kitchen. Despite having revealed his face to you, it seemed almost more intimate to reveal the rest of his body to you. Opening the door, half-expecting to see his green son, he was surprised to find nothing, but he did hear you in the kitchen.

Slowly shuffling his way down the hallway, a smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. You were so absorbed in what you were doing that you didn’t seem to hear him. He watched you for a moment, noticing that you had Grogu sitting at your feet, playing with one of his favorite little toys. You were cooking something, he wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it smelled delicious; he hadn’t even realized you’d have anything at the small refuge that could make something so delicious.

After a few moments, Grogu caught Din’s eye and cooed excitedly before slowly clambering over to him.

“What’s wrong?” you looked down at him, but he was quickly out of your sight, causing you to turn around and find Din watching you with a glimmer of amusement in his dark eyes, “oh! I didn’t even hear you - how long have you been up?”

“Not long,” he leaned down and scooped Grogu up in his arms before gently clutching him to his chest in a tender hug, "you've been busy...I didn't even know we had anything to make something that smells so...good."

"That's because we didn't," you admitted with a small sheepish little grin, "I got up early and went to the market to get stuff for all of our favorites!"

"You...what?!" his eyes widened in surprise as your blood froze in your veins. He definitely ….did not sound happy, "you went to the market by yourself?"

"Yes - but it was only for a little while this morning. All I did was get some food, I swear," you grew nervous as he took a step closer, "everything was fine! There’s no need to worry.”

“Did anyone follow you back?” he asked, trying to calm the seemingly millions of racing thoughts that suddenly sprung up. Din could tell that you were scared at his sudden shift in demeanor, but he was just so worried.

“No?” it was a small whimper that left your lips, “I don’t think so...why would someone follow me?”

“See, that’s what I mean-” he stopped himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed deeply. He wasn’t angry at you...it was just the worry and fear of not keeping you safe, “there are bad people hiding out in every corner of the galaxy. Even here, where it seems we’re safe for now. You can’t just trust people...if something had happened to you...I don’t know what I would do.”

“I just talked to the vendors, that’s all, I swear,” tears pricked at the back of your eyes as you backed up against the counter, “I can handle myself, at least for something so simple!”

“That’s just it, you can’t!” he’d never raised his voice like that against you and it was enough to just break you. A few tears rolled down your cheeks as you held back any comments, instead staring at the floor in silence, “it’s nothing against you. It’s just…”

“It’s fine,” you managed to choke out as you pushed past him to head back to your room. You didn’t even bother to turn off the stove or anything in your rush to get out. Din didn’t find it in himself to say anything as he watched you walk away. He hated himself in that moment for how he acted and had made you feel. He really did just want to keep you safe, that was his only intent, and yet he’d managed to even screw that up.

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You dabbed at your eyes as you finished loading up your small pack. It was the dead of the night and you were desperately hoping that Din and Grogu were fast asleep so you could make a quiet exit.

You didn’t really want to leave, and you didn’t want to let go of either of them, but if Din really didn’t think you were capable of handling yourself for even such a menial task, then did he trust you at all? This was a dangerous life, and you’d known that from the very first day that you’d met Din. But here you were, still at his side. Maybe he’d never wanted you here anyway…maybe he was just being polite. Either way, from here on out, he wasn’t going to have to deal with you any longer. It felt heavy in your heart, but right now it seemed like the right decision.

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The door creaked slightly as you shut it, and for a moment your heart almost stopped, sure that the bounty hunter would have heard it. After a few beats of silence when no sounds had met your ears, you decided that you were in the clear and headed out in the dark wood. It was a beautiful refuge during the day, but in the dead of night, it sent a shiver down your spine.

A few drops of rain left onto your face as you hugged, lugging your pack higher on your back. If you kept going through the night, by the morning you’d be at the transit depo and could make your way from this planet and away from your boys.

You turned around and cast a forlorn look back at the small house that had served as a home for a few months now. You'd come here for a much break from the hustle of real life; you'd never thought it would lead to this.

Deciding it was best to go, you'd let a long sigh before turning on your heel and walking away, listening to the soft crunch of gravel under your feet.

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Din woke up with a start, waking up in the middle of an odd dream. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to steady breathing, wiping the sweat from his brow. He couldn’t place it exactly, but something was off. He hastily pushed back the blankets as he scrambled out of the bed and over to the small makeshift crib where Grogu was. The little one was sleeping soundly as he snoozed away, undisturbed by anything.

Huffing lightly, he opened the door to his room and walked down the hallway, pausing in front of your door. It was shut completely - a sure sign that something was up; you’d normally always kept it open just a crack. With his hand poised on the door handle, he paused to listen for any sounds, but when he didn’t hear anything, he slowly opened the door, whispering your name.

He looked around the room, his heart dropping into stomach as he realized that you were gone. Instinct kicked in and he ran out of the room and back to his, hastily reaching for any clothes he could find. Din didn’t even bother to make sure anything looked good, but finished with his boots and a blaster, grabbing Grogu gently and placing him in his bag. The child made a few sounds of discontent as he was suddenly woken up, but he too immediately sensed that something was wrong.

“Sorry,” he patted the top of little fuzzy head before throwing open the door and practically running out. By now, it was raining completely and he cursed him for not bringing an umbrella; but in reality it was the least of his concerns. He was able to quickly spot one of your boot prints in mud, and found your path from there. If he had nothing else going for him, at least he still had well honed skills as a hunter, “let’s go. We don’t have any time to lose.”

Grogu just made a worried little sound in response.

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It felt like you had been walking for hours and you left no nearer your destination than when you had started. But you had to keep walking - turning back wasn’t an option anymore. You heard something in the distance behind you, causing you to freeze in fear. Swallowing thickly, you decided to carry on without looking behind you.

But after a few beats, you kept hearing the same sounds and...was that your name? The hairs on your arm stood on end as you were positive that someone was calling your name. Your heart left like it was going to burst out of your chest as you stopped and slowly turned around.

An explosion of butterflies rumbled through your tummy as you spotted Din coming out of the wood, drenched as you were by the rain. An unreadable expression was on his face as he rushed toward you, Grogu poking his head out of the pouch and grinning when he realized it was. Your stomach flipped a little at the sight of your two favorite people as they came towards you. You raised your hand in a small wave, but rooted your feet on the ground.

“I found you...you’re safe,” he was breathless as he stopped in front of you, a small, hesitant smile tugging on his features, “I woke up and you were gone…”

“Yeah,” you managed to choke out as you shrugged lightly, “I figured...it might be better this way, I dunno. You said I couldn’t even handle myself, so I figured it’d be easier if I just took myself out of the equation.”

“I shouldn’t have said what I did,” he admittedly without pausing for even a moment, “I didn’t mean how it came out, and I’m sorry. I do think you can handle yourself and whatever you need, I can teach you. I feel like bantha fodder for what I said. I’m sorry.”

“‘s okay,” you whispered softly, “I was just thinking that maybe...maybe this is better for you. If it was just you and the kid. That way you don’t have to worry about me.”

“I want to worry about you,” he promised, causing you to look at him with eyes, a nervous expression on your face, “I...want to keep you safe. Here, with us.”

“Y-you do?” you met his eyes, finding them just as nervous as he tried to gauge your response.

“Yeah,” he laughed nervously, trying not to completely spill his heart onto his sleeve then and there. No - that could be saved for later, somewhere much warmer and dryer, “I shouldn’t have just reacted the way I did. And even if you don’t forgive me, I am truly sorry. I just had to tell you.”

“I forgive you,” a shy smile met his as you took his outstretched hand in yours, “I shouldn’t have reacted so dramatically either. I could have saved both of us from getting this wet...I...thank you for coming back for me.”

“I always will,” he squeezed your hand gently, “I promise.”

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