#I’ve been spinning her around in my head for the past few hours

[rainedroptalks]

Girls when ayda aguefort

#ramblings #I’ve been spinning her around in my head for the past few hours #specifically that idea of adaine raising her next incarnation #god ayda aguefort. why is she so brainrot shaped #ayda aguefort #d20 fantasy high #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high sophomore year #fhsy #fantasy high

[kenuis]

Come Through and Chill || plug!draken x fem!reader

You were just supposed to pick up some bud for the weekend... so how did you end up in bed with the hottest plug around?

Cw:weed, pussy eating, finger sucking, ptv, dirty talk, squirting, draken has a big cock (like coke can thick), belly bulge, pet names (baby, angel, good girl), not beta read (we die like men)

WC: 7.9 k I don't wanna talk about it.

Extra: Plug! Draken playlist.

‘Come through as soon as you’re off work, I got you.’

Blinking down at your bright phone screen you blink once, then twice. You hadn’t expected him to respond that quick in all honesty. “Hey girl.”

“Umm hello?!”

“Hey!”

You jolt as your friend calls your name, an amused tilt to her voice as she takes in your blotchy red cheeks. Tucking your phone away lightning quick you clear your throat, slumping back against the counter. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come out tonight?” Shaking your head, you cross your arms over your midsection as she tosses you a knowing smirk. You chew on your lower lip as trays of food and drinks whizz by you. Your legs and feet ache, hours of doing exactly what your co-workers are currently doing wearing on you. Your closest work friend raises her eyebrows as she leans her elbow against the shelf opposite of you. “So what’s the big plan then if you’re gonna be all by your lonesome?” You shrug, tucking your hands in your hoodie pockets, rubbing your finger over the ring that lays on your thumb. It’s a nervous habit you haven’t quite learned how to break. The spinning of the metal helps to center your thoughts as you stand there. You’ve already ordered a meal to take home after your shift, a bottle of wine in your fridge and endless hours of Netflix to carry you through the next few hours that will bleed into your first two solid days off in over a week. There was only one thing you were missing.  Your phone buzzes again and your eyebrows hit your hairline.

`1 location attached.`

‘No rush though, just wanna make sure you find the place okay.’

A place you’d been quite a few times if you recalled correctly. Sure the nights of partying were a little hazy, but you’d been to this particular spot enough times to know your way on your own.

‘I’ll let you know when I’m on my way, it shouldn't be too much longer.’

“Umm, just gonna pick up some smoke and then go home and veg. I’ve worked so many doubles over the past week.” It’s your co workers turn for her eyebrows to hit her hairline. Her smirk grows and the amused tone in her voice quickly turns to teasing as she straightens up to pinch your cheeks. 

“Ohhh you’re gonna go see that hot ass mechanic that was eyeing you up last weekend.”

You smack her hand away, trying to hide the way your face burns. “it’s not like that, I swear.”

“Suuuure.” She grabs your chin in her hand, squishing your cheeks together while she makes you look at her. “Is that why you gave him your number the last time we pulled through there? Cause you ‘just need bud.’” She giggles as she makes air quotes with the other hand. Letting out a snort, you manage to smack her hands away. “I’m serious!” Laughing you grab the to go box as the cook behind the window calls your name out. You grab what you’ve been waiting on and book it out the door, trying to ignore her hoots and hollers of, `it’s about damn time.` 

The night air is sticky, twilight blues and purple mixing with the fading pink and orange that paints the sky that’s about to throw her dark blanket of night over. Your keys dangle from your hand, jingling together as you walk towards your car. I

t’s a perfect evening, with most of the summer heat knocking out of the air the darker it got. Setting your food and bag in the passenger seat, you pull your phone out as you fiddle around with the stereo system. Bobbing your head along to the song that starts, you find the last message thread you had pulled up on your phone. ‘Draken’ complete with a little dragon emoji makes you roll your eyes.

‘On my way. Be there in 20.’

‘Perfect. It’s right under the mat, just like I said. Enjoy, angel.’

Confused. 

That’s the first feeling that creeps up on you as you walk down the hallway to his apartment. Usually it’s louder, a whole crowd that normally gathers here on Friday and Saturday evenings. There’s almost always music going, laughter coming from inside, the smell of food. It’s why you’d asked him to leave what you needed somewhere you could find it. The thought of being around tons of people after a long day of serving customers made you want to curl up in a ball, hidden away from the world.

Checking your watch you let out a small ‘huh’. It wasn’t late at all. 9pm glows up at you from your watch. It was early sure but still by now there would be at least some type of noise coming from the apartment.

Shrugging it off as you walk up to the door, you crouch down. Fingers brushing the rough edge of the door mat, you lift it only to find it empty underneath. Your brow knits together as you lift the entire thing only to find nothing but cold concrete staring up at you. Rising with a groan, you brush your hands off, watching as dust falls to the cement below your feet. Raising a fist, you almost hesitate, but as your foot hits the edge of the mat, another flash of annoyance shoots through you. 

All your weekend plans consisted of were your tv, your snacks, your wine and unfortunately, his bud. Letting out a sharp sigh, you knock, the rapping of your knuckles on the black door breaking apart the silence that hangs heavy in the hallway.

Rocking back and forth on your heels as you wait, you pull your phone out. No new notifications flash on the screen and you open your messages, shooting one off before you knock again.  You hear the chime of his phone and cross your arms over your mid section, waiting as you hear footsteps approaching the door. You turn your head to look over your shoulder, seeing that you’re still alone in the hallway when the door swings open, causing you to stop short and your mouth to dry out all in one swoop when you turn back to look at him.

The first thing you note is that he’s fresh out of the shower. A wafting scent of fresh pine, whatever scented soap he uses drifting across your nose. It tickles your senses, drifting into your nose. But that’s not where your eyes zero in. 

Your eyes flick down to the exposed skin of his abdomen. He’s in the middle of pulling on a black t-shirt, the material catching and sticking to still wet skin. Water droplets roll down the ridges of his muscles, carving a wet path that your tongue would kill to follow. His abdomen is on a brief display for you, each outline of solid muscle searing into your mind’s eye. The deep V of his hips seem like they were chiseled out of marble, something you would find in the finest art galleries.

Your eyes flick back up, trying to pull your attention away from the hard lines and dips in his skin. His shirt flutters into place but at this point none of that even helps. 

Wide eyes catch the dip of confusion in his brows, the way they knit together as dark eyes take in your form in front of him. Trailing down to see the frown that tugs at the corner of his mouth, pink lips opening and forming words. Forming words? Shit, he was talking to you and you couldn’t get your eyes off the droplet of water that trailed down his neck and clavicle, disappearing underneath his shirt. It warps around the gold chain that he pulls out of his collar and your stomach rolls at how insanely attractive the motion of his fingers and the sparkling gold against his skin is. “-okay angel?” Snapping your eyes to his, you swallow dryly . He raises a brow at you now, the tiniest upturn of his lips and the amusement that flashed through his eyes has you flushing. He definitely caught you checking him out. Finally your brain catches up to what he’s asked you. “Everything okay angel?” Blinking quickly, you look down at your feet, shoes scraping the doormat. It reminds you of the reason you knocked on the door in the first place. Looking back up at him, your lips curl over your teeth by a fraction. Frustration returns to your body, grounding you as you seem to snap out of your thoughts.

“Yeah uhhh.” The edge of your shoe catches the welcome mat and you nudge it. “I’m missin’ a little something.” His brows dip again, but then an exasperated sigh is falling from his lips and a light dusting of pink dances across the tip of his nose up to his ears. One hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck, his bicep straining against the arm of the t-shirt he’d just put on. His other hand tucks into the pocket of his gray sweats. “Fuck I got caught up. Lowkey I was supposed to put your shit under the door when I got home and I had to handle something on the phone so I forgot.” He looks so endearingly bashful, the annoyance that has settled in your chest dissipates like smoke. Awkwardly, you scuff your toe against the ground, shrugging as nonchalantly as you can manage. “It’s fine I just, was hopin to get it and go.” 

“Here, come on in and I’ll get it for you.” He moves to the side, a jerk of his chin the only hint of an invite you get to coming inside. Still feeling awkward inside of your own skin, you follow him in, arms still crossed like a shield. You offer him a tiny half smile as you cross the threshold, moving past him. There’s a crackle of electricity as you move past him that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up straight. 

Chewing on the corner of your lip as you turn to look at him, you find heated and amused onyx eyes trained on you, His mouth tugs up in the corner again and a smirk spreads across his cheeks. “Whatcha lookin so nervous for?” He moves past you, his movements, fluid and smooth. When he moves past you, he glances slightly over his shoulder with a wink. “I don’t bite. Come on, my shit’s in my room.” There’s a heat that crawls up your neck and face, and you’re sure that your whole face is on fire as you trail behind him, hands going into your hoodie pockets. You’ve left your shoes at the front door, and your socked feet pad quietly behind him. “Didn’t say you did. Just kinda weird in here when ‘s quiet.” He chuckles as he opens the door to a room you recall being in once. It’d been filled with hazy smoke, and there’d been people packed in here like sardines, passing around blunts and listening to bass heavy music. You also briefly remember that it’s the night he put his number in your phone. You’d been leaning against the desk that night, while he sat in his desk chair right next to you. 

At one point you’d been zoned out, sufficiently buzzed and listening to all the noise around you. A single finger had looped in your belt loop and tugged to get your attention. He’d checked on you, made sure you were good and given you water, watching with eyes that were more alert than they should have been for someone who had smoked as much as he had. His finger stayed hooked in the belt loop of your shorts the entire conversation and he’d only let go when your friends called your name, dragging you out of the room. But not before he’d tugged on your shorts, plucking your phone out of your back pocket. He put his number in and shot you a look that could only be described as heated. “In case you’re ever in need of some good bud.” Recalling the heat that had flowed in between the two of you, you want to bolt out of there like the entire place is on fire. It’s unnerving, it makes your insides hot and the feeling makes something in you burn specifically for the man in front of you to look at you the way he did just a mere week ago. “Yeah, ‘s a lil weird when people aren’t here but it’s nice to have a quiet night in. My roommates are both out tonight. Eatin’ at your joint tonight I think Did you just get out of work?” He takes a seat at his desk, turning the chair so he’s facing you. He pats the bed that’s pushed up next to it, motioning for you to take a seat. 

Hopping up, you nearly groan in relief at being off your feet and something so soft. His eyebrows raise as he pulls out a scale, a jar full of bud and a small green pill bottle from the bottom drawer of his desk. “You good?” If your face gets any hotter, you’re pretty sure you’re going to resemble the surface of the sun. “Yeah I’m good. Just had a long day at work. I opened the restaurant this morning and ended up staying later than I mean to cover one of the other girls who was late and…” You trail off with a shrug as you tuck your hands into the sleeves of your oversized hoodie. “I didn’t realize how much my feet hurt until I sat down.” “Mmmm.” He makes a non committal noise as he measures out product. Long deft fingers are fucking with the scale, placing a pill bottle on it and dropping little green nugs into it. “You said 3gs right?” “Uh yeah. Don’t need much, just a little to relax this weekend. I finally have a weekend off and I’m gonna take full advantage of it.” You grin despite yourself, thoughts of a freshly rolled blunt and food with a bottle of wine and the softness of your couch filling you with happiness. 

“Damn girl, look at you.” The tips of your ears start to feel the same heat as your face as he looks at you with a teasing grin. “Got any specific plans?” “I’m going to melt into my couch and not move for three days.” You bite your lower lip when he fully turns to you, a thoughtful look crossing his handsome face. He twirls the pill bottle in his fingers as he looks at you, eyes half lidded with an emotion you’re not sure you want to name. 

The both of you are friends, acquaintances really and you’re not entirely sure if you’re ready to cross the line to anything besides that. But the way he’s looking at you promises something inevitable. He holds the bottle out for you and before your fingertips even brush it, he snatches it back towards himself, a smirk planted on his mouth. “How about you start your relaxing weekend here?”

Your brows furrow and your lip sticks out in the softest pout. A sharp protest sits at the tip of your tongue and you can’t help the whine that comes out in your tone. “Hey!”

“How about… You start the relaxation now?” Your brow furrows as he speaks, confusion flitting across your face. You stare at him for a long moment, chewing on the inside of your cheek. 

“What do you mean?” “I mean, smoke with me.” He leans backwards in his chair, reaching for a pack of blunts. Honey white owls, the same as he had at the party. It’s a good flavor, one of your favorites and it’s so tempting to start now. His bed is soft and his room is surprisingly clean, and it smells like a mix of his cologne and extremely good bud. Plus it’s one on one time that you two have never had before outside of a stolen moment of him grabbing you a drink in the middle of one of his and his roommate’s parties. “Come on angel, I don’t bite and it looks like you could use the chance to unwind.” “I have food in the car.” It’s the only thing that comes out when your mouth opens even though the word ‘yes’ lingers on the tip of your tongue. “I don’t want it goin bad or anything…” Trailing off, when his onyx orbs stay planted on yours, you realize that any argument is futile and you sigh. The mega watt grin that he gives you speaks of his satisfaction over his victory and he holds his hand out. “Gimme your keys. I’ll bring your food in and put it in the kitchen for ya.” Smacking your lanyard in his outstretched palm, you can’t help but roll your eyes at his instance and the boyish charm that drifts across his face. In exchange, he plops a rolling tray in your lap with strict instructions to start rolling while he gets your things sorted. 

This is crazy. Absolutely insane that one smile from this male had you turning into putty in front of him and you grumble under your breath but get to rolling away. When he walks out it’s silent except for the sounds of the metal grinder in your hands. 

It’s a familiar mindless process of rolling, and you do it quickly and efficiently. By the time he walks back in with your purse in hand you’re licking the end of the blunt wrap to seal it. His eyes flick down to your pink tongue that sticks out from your pretty glossed lips. You don’t even notice as you’re focused on what you’re doing, brow furrowed cutely in frustration. 

“Lemme see how good you did ma.” Your eyes flick up to his at the use of the pet name at the end of his sentence and you give him a bland look that has his lip tugging up in a smile again. You hand him the blunt before leaning forward to place his rolling tray on the desk, not realizing as you do that he’s already walking forwards. Your shoulder bumps into his abdomen, the same chiseled one you spotted earlier when he was sliding his shirt on. 

You scowl when you hear his low chuckle sound throughout the room. “If you wanted to hug me that badly you should have asked.” Your lip curls over your teeth as he plops down on the bed in front of you. “You think you’re real slick aren’t you?” “I know I am.” He throws you a wink as he polyps down on the bed, leaning against the wall as you lean back against the headboard, pulling your knees up. Pulling a lighter from his pocket, he hands the blunt back to you along with the lighter. “Guests light up.” “Thanks.” There’s a soft shick of the lighter sparking, and then a sizzle as you hold it to the end of the blunt and inhale. Draken doesn’t say anything while you take your first deep inhale, instead opting to turn on the bluetooth speaker that rests on the shelf mounted to the wall above his bed. There’s a gentle boom of the system connecting, and then a few notes fill the room before music starts to flow out. Despite your reservations your shoulders relax a fraction as you blow out the smoke you’ve held in, the familiar pepper and citrus taste of the bud heavy in your airway and drifting over your tongue. You take another deep inhale, deep enough to make your lashes flutter and you’re completely unaware of the eyes that are currently glued to your face. 

Draken doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone as pretty as you. All soft curves and shiny locks. A pretty smile that stretches wide over your cheeks. The way your head tilts back a little when you laugh and your nose scrunches. Truthfully, he was floored the first time you rolled up with your friends at one of the infamous house parties. You looked so out of place, skittish and shy until your friend shoved a blunt in your direction and told you to relax. Come to find out there’s a little fire, a spark that simmers underneath the shy outer shell. He can’t help that you’re intriguing enough for him to want to know what it looks like when you strip away all the layers to where you burn. Burn for him. 

Your eyes open as you let out your second inhale and you lean forward, holding out the blunt for him. Your small, soft hands brush past his large calloused ones and the warmth that radiates off of them makes him want to groan as he thinks about how they would look wrapped around his length. He has to fight the temptation to grab one down while he places the blunt to his lips, right in the place where your glossed lips have been. 

The cherry flavor from your lips gloss lingers on the blunt, mixing with the flavor of weed and the blunt wrap. His mind drifts to the thought of what you would taste like. If he sucks your tongue, would you taste like cherry and bud and something else? He inhales and looks at you again through heavy lids. Truthfully he’d smoked half a blunt the minute he’d gotten off work, but the thought of sharing one with you was too tempting to pass up. 

When you’d sunk onto his mattress like it was your salvation he jumped at his chance and for now, he can tell he made the right call. 

Now that he’s got you here though, there’s a little bit of hesitancy that lingers in the pit of his stomach. It’s been a long time since he’s tried something like this with someone who’s caught his attention like you have. It makes his insides churn with anticipation and he can’t help but sigh out his inhale, the smoke curling out of his mouth. One of the first things he noticed about you is that you don’t have the need to fill the silence with empty words. You’re content sitting with him in the silence, and it’s something he appreciates after a full day of dealing with customers. He takes his second inhale before he’s handing the blunt back. His eyes stay on yours when he wonders when this.. Tension that’s been building between the two of you is going to pop.

It’s like a bubble that traps the two of you in it, but instead of expanding, it shrinks, pressing down and pushing you two into each other. It’s been a month and a half since the first time you graced his doorstep and he’s thought of you every other minute since. 

You’re about halfway through the blunt when you let out a sigh, sinking a little further into the pillows. You lick your lips and he tracks the way the tip of your tongue wets your plus mouth. Bloodshot eyes drift up to look into his, and he watches as a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. “Thanks for this. I really needed it.” “Any time angel. You know. You’re kind of my favorite customer. Although you can’t tell anyone else that. They might start askin’ for special treatment and then I’ll be outta a side hustle.” He reaches over and grips your ankle, tugging a little in jest. His thumb brushes over the pretty anklet dangling around it and the minute the metal hits his thumb something shifts. 

He traces the delicate gold chain, running his thumb over the tiny links. It glints against your skin, a little angel dangling from the chain and resting against the hollow of your ankle. A low dangerous chuckle vibrates through his chest even though the energy in the room is anything but light hearted. “Guess I was spot on with the nickname.” 

“Yeah…” Your voice is just as low as his, as if, if you speak too loudly you’ll break whatever tentative vibe has taken over the room. “Um Draken?” “Ken.” He mumbles it as he moves, leaning a little closer. He leans on his elbow with your feet near his abdomen, nearly laying on his side as he blinks over at you. “Call me Ken.” “Ken..” The sound of his name leaving your mouth in a near whimper does him completely in.

Before he thinks too much, before his nerves get the best of him, he places the blunt directly in between your lips. There’s not much left to it, maybe one last hit. “Finish it.” There’s a soft demand in his tone and the feeling in his chest gives way to admiration as you do exactly as you’re told. “Ash tray is on the desk.” He murmurs the sentence out as he presses his lips directly to your anklet. You let out a soft whine before you swallow dryly, half lidded eyes taking in the sight of this big broad man laying the softest kidd on your skin. “I…” “You can tell me to stop when you want me to.” He looks up at you, his nose skimming the skin of your calf. The sight of it, the heat from the weed and the overall tension pops as you shake your head. “Don’t… Please don’t stop.” Your cheeks burn even hotter than before when he grins a heated smile up at you. Your breath starts to come a little faster as he works his way up your leg, large, rough, warm calloused hands moving up your calves to the back of your knees, spreading them wide enough for him to slot himself between. His hands don’t stop moving, massaging your sore calves. His fingers knead the knotted muscles so expertly and gently, you can’t help but melt into the touch. Your eyes slide shut and your mouth drops open in a groan. The moment your attention is off of him, he takes his chance, grabbing you and sliding your hips forward. You yelp in surprise when your back meets the mattress and he gives another deep chuckle, one that shoots a bolt of heat straight to your core. You’ve always been touchy when high, when your senses are heightened to a point where pleasure gets overwhelming. You swallow thickly and open your eyes so they’re glued to his. The music in the room continues to fill the space where both of you linger, and you’re unwilling to break the vibe besides a groan when his hands move from your calves to the top of your thighs. Squirming despite yourself, your eyes finally fall from his to where the backs of your thighs rest on the top of his. He’s broad in between your legs and your heart jumps in your chest as he moves to sit back on his heels. Draken’s - no Ken -  is glued to the apex of your thighs, right where your clothed core rests. It’s right below his growing erection and the sight of you squirming underneath it makes him impossibly harder. “Fuck that’s a fuckin’ pretty sight.” You may have been unwilling to break the silence but a high Ken is also a vocal and touchy Ken. Reaching down, his hands skim up your thighs, over the flesh of your plush ass to your waist. He grips it hard, tugging you to sit up so he can slot his mouth against yours. Even cotton mouthed from smoking, it’s the sloppiest kiss of your life, His soft lips meet yours and he presses hard, claiming your mouth. He consumes you, prying your mouth open with his tongue. He strokes it against yours, one of his hands coming up to thread in the strands of hair at the nape of your neck. His fingers thread into your hair and he tugs, tilting your head back so your throat is exposed. A whimper leaves your throat and small hands come up to clutch at his forearms. 

You push back against him, tentatively letting your tongue meet his, stroke for stroke. There’s little strings of saliva that connect the two of you when he finally finds it in him to pull away. It’s lewd and wet, your eyes glazed over as they flick down to take in the sight. The hand on your waist leaves, coming up to tap on your lower lip. “Open.” The command is stern, growled out in impatience until you obey, mouth dropping open. You cling to the edges of your shyness, and as much as he finds it endearing, he’s waited too long for this. “Stick out your tongue.” You’re practically panting as you do as you’re told and two fingers are laid on the wet pink muscle, rubbing against it. Your eyes widen and another whine slides out around his fingers, muffled and wet. “There we go. Feels good doesn’t it?” This man hasn’t even gotten you out of your clothing and you feel like you’re going to cum already. How he figured out your oral fixation you’ll never know but he’s exploiting it to it’s extent, moving his fingers in and out of your mouth. All you can do is cling to him and suck, little whimpers and moans falling out around his large fingers. Your hips start moving on their own accord, rolling against him until he’s tugging you into his lap, settling your aching core over his tented sweats. His hand in your hair trails down to your hip, rolling you over his erection with a groan. Every noise you make spurs on his insatiable need, and even though he feels impatient, even though he feels like tearing through every layer of clothing you two currently have on, it’s nothing compared to the desperate way your hips are chasing your high. 

“Shhhhh.” The hand at your hip cups your ass, squeezing the denim of your shorts. The seam presses into your dripping core, the pressure of it and his length currently pressing into it with every roll of your hips makes electricity creep up your spine. Your eyes widen and you begin sucking his fingers even harder as the band in your belly starts to tighten. “Go ahead. Go ahead angel, show me how good this feels.”

Your eyes drift shut and your brow furrows just as cutely as he knew it would. A single tear gathers on the corner of your shut eye and with a shudder you come apart on top of him, just from him grinding you down on him and letting you suck on his fingers. He guides your hips against him the whole way through it, waiting until your mouth lets up on his fingers. Waits until the fierce sucking of his fingers eases into small kitten licks and your hips slow to a stop.

“That good baby?”

You can’t believe you feel this good already. Your mind is already halfway numb from a combination of the weed and his overwhelming presence, but a shyness lingers around the edges of your psyche and you can’t help the flush that takes over your cheeks. His fingers draw out slow, gentle as he drags them down your lower lip and over your chin. Realization of how easily he’s turned you to putty in his hands washes over you and your eyes widen a fraction.

Embarrassed, you lean forward, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. His entire chest rumbles with a deep laugh that sounds more like a rumble. “I.. I’m sorry I….”

He shifts, moving the both of you. Your world spins and all of a sudden you find yourself still in his lap, but now he’s got his back against the headboard. “That was the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long fuckin time.” Opening your mouth to apologize for a second time, you don’t even have the chance to say a single word when his mouth claims yours again. This kiss is hotter than the last one, a new burning passion to see you fall apart coming through every stroke of his lips. He swallows your whines, only breaking apart from you whip your shirt and hoodie off of your frame. You can’t even believe for a second that you let him, raising your arms to help. The sight of you sitting there in your pretty lace bra lights an even hotter fire in onyx orbs. Fingers dance up your spine while he brings his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking a line across your jaw and down your neck. You melt, hands slipping underneath his shirt to trace your fingers along the ridges of his abdomen. You trace every muscle with curious fingertips until you splay your palms flat on his stomach pushing his shirt up and over his head. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” The compliment flows from his lips as he sucks on your collar bone. You’re grateful you have the next three days off, because the marks he’s leaving are going to be impossible to cover up. Another soft whine leaves your lips as his tongue flattens and runs over the swell of your breast. The sight of it makes fire lick up your insides but a flash of silver in the middle of the pink muscle makes you stop cold. He has a fucking tongue piercing. 

Currently he’s using that to his advantage as he slides your bra off, gathering both of your breasts in his hands and kneading the fat as he pushes them together. “Pretty fuckin’ tits. Fuckin’gorgeous.” His thumb swirls over your nipple before he’s dragging his tongue over it so the ball of his piercing flicks it hard. You squeal, squirming in his hold. You’re tempted to dart out of his lap, roll off of him and take a breather but he bucks his hips up at the same time he scrapes his teeth across the stiffened peak and your head tips back, another sinful moan falling from your mouth.

He shifts and the world spins again, your back hitting the plush mattress as he leans over you, raining kisses down your rib cage, sucking on the skin so hard it bruises. He does this in a path all the way down your abdomen, and you never thought you’d be this needy after already cumming, but there is a pulsing want and ache that only he can fill pulsing in between your legs. You’re practically panting by the time he reaches the spot you need him the most. 

Your thighs are practically shaking when his big hands grab the back, pushing them towards your chest. A sharp nose runs up the seam of your shorts up to the button. “W-Wait, I…” “God you smell so fuckin good. I gotta taste you baby. Need to see how pretty she looks after she came for me.” Dark lashes brush his cheek bones as he looks up at you and pops the button of your shorts open with his teeth. You swallow thickly and thread your fingers into his hair, almost tugging it free from the ponytail it’s in as you lift your hips for him to slide your shorts off. 

The rumbling growl that leaves his chest makes your eyes roll back, and your weeping hole to clench around nothing. His thumbs come up to your folds, spreading them open for him as you buck your hips up, chest heaving with deprived pants. “Please. Please.” You beg without even really knowing what you’re begging for, just needing something, anything to relieve the fire that’s starting to consume. Your high still hasn’t worn off and the extra sensitivity from where his touch presses into you is driving you close to the edge. “Ken, please.”

“Look at me.” His rough tone is demanding, drawing your attention to him as your mouth twists in desperation. “Keep your eyes on me or I stop. Ya hear me angel?”

You nod, but his hand darts out to grab your jaw, squeezing your cheeks until you speak, your tone cracking a little with want. “Yes, I hear you.” “Good girl.” His eyes stay on yours as he dips down, releasing your jaw in favor for spreading you wider. He purses his lips, before he lets out a long string of saliva, thumbs spreading you open again so he can watch as it drips in between your folds. You clench even though you’re achingly empty, a soft gasp filling the air in between you too. It bleeds into loud keen when his mouth finally touches you. 

He sucks one of your folds into his mouth and your hands tighten in his hair as he alternates, sucking them until they turn puffy, swollen and aching with need. He moans into your pussy, running his tongue through your slick until the ball of his piercing flicks harshly against your clit. A squeal sounds from above him and he does it again, over and over until you’re bucking wildly onto his tongue.

He should prep you. He needs to prep you but your walls are already to spasm around his tongue and he’ll be damned if he lets you come anywhere but his cock. 

Pulling away and sitting up just enough to work his dick out, he thrusts forward, his heavy, thick cock smacking against your abdomen. Your eyes fly open and you look down, letting out a desperate whine when you realize his length extends well past your belly button. 

He’s got the prettiest, heaviest cock you’ve ever seen. Swollen and red, the slit weeping pretty pearls of precum that streak your stomach as he lets his length smack down on your abdomen again. “‘S not gonna fit.”

You look up at him with wide watery eyes, lips parted as you pant despondently. But no matter how much your voice shakes, your hips move, trying to slip him inside as desire takes over every cell in your body. “Ken, ‘s not gonna-” He chuckles breathlessly, sweat starting to break out on his hairline as he draws back to rub the aching head of his cock along your folds. “‘S gonna fit angel. Imma make it fit.” Slowly, he pushes in, head tilting back as he starts to push in despite the resistance he’s met with. You’re so fuckin’ tight he’s pretty sure that he’s already ready to blow his load and he’s only got the tip in. “Goddamn. Fuuuuuck.” The little high pitched whines that fall from your plush mouth and he can’t helo but reach down and grab your waist in his broad hands. Grip bruinsingly tight, he fucks into you, pulling out and fucking back in shallowly, inch by agonizing inch. Your pussy is gripped around him so tight it’s practically strangling his cock. “Relax ‘f me. God you’re so fuckin’ tight angel. Need you to relax.” A shuddering breath leaves your mouth, and his thumb drifts down to the little bundle of nerves that pokes out, working it in slow circles. Your thighs shake even more as you give. Your walls relax, eyes rolling back as his entire length finally sinks into you. A wet cry leaves your throat as tears leak from your eyes and the man above you lets out a moan so deep you feel it in your own soul. “There it is. Fuckin’ took the whole thing. Such a good girl.” Your hands grip the sheets, lower lip trembling as a tiny sob leaves your mouth. “Ken… so full. I’m so full. ‘S too big Ken. ‘S too fucking bi-” Before you can finish your sentence he’s pulling out and sliding back in, using the grip he has on your waist to drag you up and down his length. You cry out, loud and high as he bumps into your cervix. Your chest heaves and you squeeze your eyes shut as he starts to move you up and down. He’s so big and broad and strong all you can do is lay there and take it as he moves you up and down, eyes glued to the way your slick is coating his cock, how some of it sticks to his abdomen. Strings of slick connect the two of you as he moves you, practically the length of his cock, soaking even his thighs. One of his warm palms spreads out over your abdomen and he pushes down on the bulge that’s appeared. His mouth practically pours out filth as he pushes on his cock pushing through your stomach and you scream his name. “Fuck baby. Look at that. Pokin’ through your stomach. You look so fuckin sexy like this. So fuckin pretty all fucked out on my cock. You like that baby?” You nod, sobbing as he starts to move you faster, your clit hitting his pelvis with every rough smack of his hips. The orgasm that hits you, hits you out of nowhere, hard and fast and so overwhelming that you see nothing but pure white. “‘M cummin’ fuck fuck fuck fuck ‘m cummin!” Your legs kick out and shake as your cream around his cock, a frothy ring of white forming as he fucks you. He hasn’t let up, his grip still tight on your waist as he moves you, rolling his hips into and fucking you onto him. His head dips down into the crook of your neck, heavy pants brushing past the skin of your neck as you sob and keen through your orgasm. Your hands fly up to bury into his hair, moving until your arms are wrapped around his neck. All you can do is hang on as he fucks up into, using your body  for his pleasure. “Takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well angel. You were made for it. Made to take my cock.” His breath stutters on the sentence as your velvet walls pulse around him and you whimper, your nails digging into his muscular shoulders. His masculine scent envelopes you, and everything about him crowds your senses as he drives into you. The entire room is filled with the sounds of your slick squelching around his cock, the cries that fall from your mouth and the filthy words he breathes harshly into your ear. 

“I’m gonna fill you up. I have to. Have to fill this fuckin’. Perfect. Pussy.” Each word of is enunciated by  a sharp thrust of his hips and you practically wail out his name. 

“Can’t.. Can’t take anymore Ken please.” Bleary, misty eyes look up at him, blinking past tears as your body jolts with the force of each thrust. His pace is picking up and he’s huffing out deep breaths, and you can tell by the way his abdomen tightens that he’s about to cum. His thrusts are getting sloppier, but you’re right on the edge with him, walls starting to clamp down again. “Ken I can’t!” “You can.” He places a soft kiss right under your jaw, dragging his lips up until they’re resting against yours. “I know you can. Give me one more baby.” You try  to shake your head but your mouth falls open when a hand snakes between you two again and starts to make firm circles on your swollen puffy clit. “Ken.. please I…” 

Your cheeks heat and your hiccup out an embarrassed sob. You’re not inexperienced by any means, but you’ve never had something that feels like this. That feels this overwhelming and good. You’ve never had someone who fills you this much, who hits every sensitive spot, whose cock is so big it sticks out from your tummy and pushes past your cervix with every sharp thrust. There’s a foreign feeling that’s settled in your stomach and it increases the more he plays with your clit and with every thrust that rams into the tight ring of muscle inside of you. Words tumble out before you can stop them and the minute  they’re out, embarrassment and lust flood you in the same instant and it makes you dizzy. “Ken please.. Feel like I’m gonna go to the bathroom!” A rumbling groan is the only answer and his thumb speeds up its pace, his thrusts sloppy. “Fuckin’ squirt baby. Squirt on my fuckin’ cock. I know you can. Make a mess ‘f me.” Another sharp thrust and a pinch of your clit sends hurtling into oblivion as you do just that. Your last release comes squirting out of you, coating his hand, his thighs, the mattress, his abdomen. You feel it run down the swell of your ass as you cry, your nails clawing at his back as you call out his name, sobbing and cumming as he doesn’t relent, panting and groaning into your neck. Hot ropes of cum start to coat your insides, filling you to the brim as he moans. It’s unhinged and messy, his cock head pushing past your cervix to coat your insides, filling your womb almost overly full. Your name leaves his mouth in a rumbling shout before his teeth sink into your shoulder, biting down to muffle the moans that leave his throat. 

His hips finally slow and he lays his forehead into the crook of your neck, his hands drifting down to your quivering thighs, massaging them as you both catch your breath. You let your palms lay flat on his broad back, running them up and down as little shuddering breaths leave you. 

Finally moving to look down at you, he blinks the sweat out of his eyes, brushing the hair out of yours. Both of you are a mess, covered in sweat and slick, your entire body marked with his love bites and his back scratched from your nails. 

Bliss and submission is written over your face and your eyes drift shut as his palm comes to cup your cheek. You’re so good for him, it makes his chest squeeze tight. He’s already softening inside of you, and surprisingly, you both still feel a little high, the combination of pleasure, euphoria and rapture making it that much more heightened. 

Both of you hiss as he slides out of you, moving so he’s hovering over you and bringing you to relax your legs completely. There’s a few moments of silence, soaking in each other’s presence.The air between you two settles into something you’re not sure you’re ready to name and you turn your head to say something to him, but find him already staring at you. He pulls you onto his chest, uncaring of the sticky sweaty mess you’ve become. His hand drags up your spine slowly, gently, and he pushes your head down so it’s tucked onto his shoulder. Ken is gentle as he continues to rub up and down your spine, grounding you and bringing you back down to earth. Humming contently, you drift until a rumbling laugh rouses you, and you move your chin until it rests on the top of his chest and you’re looking into those dark alluring eyes. Your hand comes up to trace the dragon tattoo on the smooth skin on the side of his head, following the inky black swirls as he continues to dance his fingertips up and down your skin. “So… wanna smoke again?”

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hello, I saw your reader who lives in the phantom universe fic and can we please get a pt 2 where reader gets transported back with them and starts school? Reader gets bullied because they haven't seen people for a long time and their social skills are lacking. You can ignore this if you want.

Thank you ❤

Tyler Hernández x reader part II

Part I

warnings: swearing, bad grammar, reader gets bullied, fem!reader

genre: angst with fluff at the end

A/N: if you want an Aiden version, message me<3

translations: hermosa-beautiful, mi reina hermosa- my beauiful queen, amor,mi amor- love, my love, mi vida- my life

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You groan, rubbing your aching head and hiss in pain as the warm summer sun hits your eyes like daggers. Wait. Warm summer sun? You quickly rise to your feet but stumble back, landing straight on your ass. “What the fuck? Is this what I think it is?” Your hands go through the soft grass, the wind brushing your skin making the temperature just right. Your heart beat quickens as you look around, seeing the oh so familiar house you last saw years ago. You shakily stand up and walk to the house. The door was just a few inches away, yet something was stopping you from knocking; “What if they moved on?” “What if they won’t want me anymore?”

You knock on the door softly and you hear a dog barking and footsteps; “We have a dog?” You wonder but freeze as you hear the door unlocking, and there she was; your mother. “Um, are you—” You get cut off by a bone crushing hug; “Oh Y/N my baby, you.. your back.. my baby..” She sobs into your shoulder as you stand there awkwardly, patting her back. She grabs you by the shoulder and looks at you with puffy eyes; “Where have you been all these years? Look at you! So grown up. Your hair..” She starts to ramble and you look at the house, your pictures still there, your baby photos.. everything was the same. Another pair of footsteps is heard throughout the house and you look past your mom’s shoulder. “Honey who was… it.” Your father drops everything on the floor and runs to you, engulfing you into a big hug, spinning you around. “Y/N I can’t believe it’s you.. you’re okay? Where have you been?” You look at them, your whole body trembling. “I must be dreaming.. this can’t be right.. i’ve bee stuck in that place for so long I must be hallucinating..” You mumble underneath your breath, your knees giving out.

Your parents look at you concerned, your mother going to get something while your father rubs your back soothingly, trying his best to comfort you. Your mother crouches down next to you and lifts your chin up to look at her. “It’s okay baby you’re home.. this is real okay?” She says and hands you a worn out stuffed toy. Your heart melts as you recognize the old thing, hugging it close to your chest. You stay there in their embrace for what feels like hours, not even noticing the fact you fell asleep. The next day you thought you would wake up back in that terrible place, but you didn’t. You woke up in a soft bed, warm blankets on top of you. You recognize the scent of the room immediately and smile softly. “Home..” You mumble and lift yourself up from the bed, your feet hitting the cold ground making your body shudder.

You walk downstairs, your parents making breakfast. You yawn and sit down in the living room, the dog jumping to lay beside you. A second later your mom and dad walk into the living room, handing you your breakfast with a quick kiss on the cheek from your mom. “Good morning, sleep well?” You nod and munch on your breakfast. ‘Finally decent food’ You think to yourself and finish eating. “Wow that was quick.” Your dad jokes and you smile, putting the dishes in the sink and walk back. “Soo.. I was thinking we could go shopping today? Since you only have your old clothes that probably will not fit you at all?” And so it was set!

You had a lot of fun shopping, you saw how styles have changed and well.. how everything has changed. Then it hits you; the other must be worried sick. You disappear into thin air and they don’t know where you are. “I should ask my mom if she knows her parents.” You think to yourself and look at your mom who was now driving you guys back home. “Wow we really sure spent a lot didn’t we?” She jokes and you chuckle awkwardly; “Um mom? Do you by any chance know the Banner family?” You ask and fiddle with your sleeves. She looks at you confused; “Oh they’re our neighbors, why? How do you know them?” “Oh um I saw them when we were going to the car!”

She looks at you unconvinced but drops the subject; “Well if you want we can invite them over? Their daughter Ashlyn is your age!” She smiles enthusiastically and starts to ramble about what she will make for dinner. And so dinner came around, your mother was cooking your favorite and you were setting the table while your dad was just watching TV. “Y/N honey I think they’re here, could you go open the door?” “On it.” You say and run to the door, and there she was; Ashlyn. You smile at them kindly and let them in, Ashlyn looking at you with a “what the fuck” face and you shrug. “Mom, me and Ash are going upstairs!” You don’t give her time to reply and drag Ashlyn to your room, shutting it behind you. “Where have you been!?” She whisper yells and paces around your room. “We were worried sick! Especially Tyler! He’s been going crazy for the past 2 days!” She says and sits down on your bed. You look at her and shrug; “I wish I could tell you how I got here but I really don’t know. I don’t go back at night like you do tho but I guess you’ve noticed that.” She nods and drops the topic for now, talking to you about school and who to avoid. You were starting school tomorrow and to say you were nervous was an understatement. You and Ashlyn would meet up every morning at the bus stop and go to school together along with Aiden and Ben.

The next day it’s just like you planned; meet up with Ashlyn and go to school together. You sat next to her after getting yet another bone crushing hug from Aiden and just a simple wave from Ben who in his own way was glad you were okay. Aiden yapped the whole way to school but you didn’t mind, it was nice being with them again. You were nervous about seeing Tyler. Would he be mad? You don’t know.

You walk with the others to the office to get your schedule which was basically the same since you’re in the same class. Suddenly the halls get crowded, people arriving in school and you get separated from the others, loosing them in the giant crowd. You look around frantically searching for them and try to push through the crowd mumbling quick a ‘sorry’ or ‘excuse me’. You get pulled back into a bathroom by a black haired boy. He was fairly tall and had shoulder length hair. “I um.. Hi..” You say and fiddle with your hoodie. “Hey newbie you looked like a damned lost puppy in that crowd.” He smirks and makes you back up into a wall. “I.. uh.” “Well what’s your name?” He says and put his arm next to your head, basically caging you there with him. “My name.. it’s ..the.. uh.. I mean it’s Y/N.” You say, slapping yourself internally at the awkward interaction. The boy laughs and goes to speak when another very familiar voice spoke up; “Hey you fucking asshole leave her alone.” He gets pushed off and you scatter to the door of the bathroom, watching Tyler beat the boy. You grab him by the shoulder and speak up; “We should.. go..” Tyler stands up, breathing heavily and leads you away.

Once you get away from the crowd he pulls you into a loving kiss. “You don’t know how much i’ve missed you mi reina hermosa.” He says and hugs you, lifting you up and spins you around. You chuckle and hug him back, kissing him on the cheek. “I missed you too Ty, let’s go to class we can talk later okay?” You say and smile at him, taking his hand and interwine your fingers. He leads you to the class and you get there just in time before the bell rings. You get pulled in front of the class by the teacher and you look down at the ground nervously. “Students this is our new student Y/N L/N, treat them with kindess even if they arrived in the middle of the year.” He says and smiles at you kindly. “Now go ahead and introduce yourself.” Your face feels hot and you stutter our a quick sentance; “Mynameisy/nandIliketolistentomusic.” You say and regret even speaking as most of the class starts to laugh. The teacher shuts them up and you quickly sit down in your seat, resting your head down on the table and try not to think about this awkward day.

And after that day the bullying began. You would get called names, people fake stuttering when talking to you and fiddle with their hands. You laugh awkwardly about it, not knowing how to protect yourself when Tyler wasn’t there to shut them up. You didn’t want to depend on him so you kept quiet about it and bottled up your emotions. Tyler quickly noticed your change in behavior. You were more quiet then usual and you weren’t as talkative as you were when you were in the phantom realm.

One day you were hanging out at his house, him laying on top of you while you played with his hair. He looks up at you with hooded eyes and flips you both so you were now the one on top of him. “Amor what’s up with you lately?” You raise a brow as a sign for him to continue. “Well, ugh.. just.. you’ve been so distant lately and you don’t talk as much as you did before.” He says and sits up, cupping your cheek and traces loving circles on it. “You know if somethings going on you can tell me, right?” He says and smiles softly. You contemplate what to say, should you tell him the truth? Well he already knows something is going on so it would be better if you did. But what if the bullying didn’t stop? What if it only gets worse? You shake off those thoughts and sigh, beginning to speak and tell him everything.

How the bullying started, who bullies you, how they bully you, literally everything. You ramble on and on, trying your best to tell him that it’s nothing but he shuts you up with a quick peck on the lips. “Y/N this is serious you know? It’s okay to be nervous around people. I mean, how long have you been without human contact aside me and the rest of the group?” He asks and you stay silent and frown. “Exactly. I promise to be here for you from now on and I am so sorry I haven’t been this entire time mi vida.” He says and pulls you into a warm embrace, inviting you to let out all of your emotions, which you do. You sob and ramble for what feels like hours on end and calm down after talking about it some more with Tyler. Your eyes were puffy and you looked away from him and joke; “Don’t look at me i’m probably not the prettiest sight right now.” You chuckle and wipe away your tears.

He pulls you closer by the waist and peppers your face with kisses, making you giggle. “You.Are.The.Most.Prettiest.Girl.In.The.World.” He says im between kisses and gives you one last kiss on the lips. “But really mi amor if anyone bothers you from now on come and tell me, but I will be by your side most of the time now okay?” Your hearts mealts and nod, laying back down with him and think to yourself; “Home at last..”

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〝 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 〞¹

≔ mandatory therapy on base, simon is not for it. originally a two part collab with @mistydeyes look to her for the second (medicines and diagnoses, doctor etc rather than a second therapy sit down)

⤷ i wanted to write something of the sort, so here we are. i’ll gesture to this piece of work lacklustrely and let you form your own like or dislike. we’re almost at 2k so i’ll be back and active (writing-wise) for that.

∷ no warnings, primarily angst and lack of cooperation. 2.5k

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“It’s not a question, Simon.” Price dotted his pen, leaning back in the chair and spinning to pull a file from the cabinet beside him. “These files. These evaluations, they’re not changing.” His eyes flicked to the red stamped folder, laying it out on the desk after sliding a sheet from within.

Simon’s tongue ran along his inner cheek, watching his superior closely. “What evaluations?” The question was flat, said without inflection and more venom. His palms flat on the edge of Price’s desk, each finger tapping in succession of the one before. 

“The psych, Simon.” A beat. “You’re still hitting subpar levels.” Price shuffled the papers together in his hands, brow lifted at a few of the concerning results. “It’s not good.”

“I’m hardly failing them.” Simon replied curtly. 

The captain sat back in his chair with a finger sliding across the page. “Overkill. Aggression. Isolation. Sadistic.” He paused to look up at his lieutenant before continuing. “I quote: ‘I didn’t want to update Lieutenant Riley over the comms, none of us do. We’ll choose Sergeant MacTavish instead.’ Do you know why?”

“That’s not my problem.” He crossed his arms over his chest, widening his stance. 

“It’s exactly your problem. It’s among a few other reasons we can’t progress you to be a Captain.” Price held his palm face up, leaning forward and pushing the papers back into the file. “We need to sort it out, Simon.” His tone was that of a disappointed parent, yet still firm enough to land. 

“I’ve excelled in every physical, John.” 

“There’s zero doubt in physicality.” He cleared his throat, taking a short moment before continuing. “I’m re-enlisting you back into therapy.” 

“What the fuck, Captain.” Simon’s eyes bored solemnly into the man before him, as if this was an extended form of betrayal. 

“It’s necessary you work out these knotholes, they’re now holding you back.” Price spoke slowly, as ever aware of Simon’s reluctance over his past. “It’s no longer an option. Three times a week, you’ll sit down with Dr. Kaufman. I can’t have recruits feeling unsure around you, Simon.” 

“I already had therapy.” His own voice was low, leant close to his superior and practically growling.

“Years ago.” Price stood, silently telling Simon to back up through the action. “The colonel is asking why you’re unable to rank up after five years. What do you suppose I reply?” 

“That he hasn’t given me the fucking points.” 

The captain sighed, pushing the file back into his cabinet and sitting down to scribble something on a post-it. “It would likely be a formal document stating you’re not mentally fit for the step. Past psych evaluations attached as evidence.“ 

The small post-it was slid across the desk, Simon’s eyes dropping to the uniformed writing. “I expect you to attend, yeah?” The note read thirteen hundred hours, room eleven. 

“Fucking hell.” He said to himself after swiping the note, taking steps backward until reaching the door. “This is for today?” The paper held up between his pointer and fore fingers. 

“Today.” Price confirmed. 

Simon said no more, walking out with a nod and head hung low like he’d just been kicked in the gut. Passing soldiers ducked their own heads to avoid his habitual glares, angling their shoulders inward to not encourage his barging against them. The halls fell silent as he walked, each conversation seemingly pausing until he was out of earshot. 

A breath of annoyance was taken, heavy footsteps taking a handful of lefts — a direction he was never inclined to go, considering everything medical resided within the left side of the barracks — before reaching the rehabilitation wing. An egotistical side of him was embarrassed to be seen standing even anywhere near. And a harsh grunt came with his step toward room eleven, begrudgingly wandering down the ever winding corridor before finding his fate. 

“Fuck this.” He muttered, two hard knocks battering on the door. 

“It’s open!” Came an answer.

Simon pushed the door open, immediately under imagined scrutiny of the doctor before him. He didn’t speak, not one word, hands anxiously busying themselves by gripping the back of a soft chair. “Simon, Simon Riley.” She confirmed with a warm smile, gesturing he take a seat. “I’m Dr. Kaufman. Lily, Kaufman.”

His stare felt hostile, eyes narrowing at her false show of friendliness. “How are you?” She began typing on her laptop, eyes only briefly meeting his and he couldn’t help to assume she was writing about him. Each key tapped to create a jarring noise against her acrylic nail, Simon’s jaw tightened. 

“How long will this take.” His curt words weren’t asked in a question, but rather a mumble of inconvenience. 

“It’s an hour long session.” She flipped a sheet of paper, eyes skimming across it. “As set by a— captain John Price.” Simon grumbled at the thought, pointedly kicking his boot against the floor before taking a seat.

His silence was deafening, although Kaufman had grown accustomed to such. He did nothing but stare, arms crossed over his chest, legs in a wide manspread — one recognised to be a subconscious attempt to gain control of the situation, the room even. “What brought you to therapy, Simon.”

“Price.” 

She nodded, clasping her palms together over her desk. “And why do you think he did so?” 

“You have notes.” He sighed, resting his neck on the back of the sofa and looking to the ceiling. 

“Yes, I have formal notes,” She paused, almost for effect until Simon had craned his neck to look at her. “But I'm asking you. Why do you think he did so?” Her question provoked a shrug from him, broad shoulders lifting only briefly 

“Psychs.” He mumbled, sticking two thumbs into his eyes before sitting up. “Fucking— the things, the evaluations.” Words strung out impatiently, each one punctuated by a tap to his thigh.

“You failed them?”

“No. I’m just not at the standard they would…” Simon’s eyes skimmed across the room, merely decorated in order for less distraction. A bright looking plant in the corner almost mocked his lack of life. “Prefer.” 

“Why is that?”

“I’m angry.” His gaze then dropped to hers, the instant words seemed like a jab. “I get angry.” 

Kaufman nodded, her silence was a signal for him to continue although he didn’t take the bait. “Is that the only reason?” She asked, taking pen to paper on the way his leg had begun bouncing anxiously. 

“How many fucking questions?” 

“This is trust based. Whatever is said here, stays here.” His jaw tightened at her words, boot impatiently stomping into the floor once more. “And we need to get to know one another to start building that trust.”

His stare dropped to the floor, “We’ll take our time.” She continued, pulling her lips inward and smiling once he had looked back up. “You’re in control here.” 

The room fell to silence once again, the only sounds being the cracking of his knuckles and the scribbling of her pen. It wasn’t awkward however, Simon’s breakage in eye contact was new — his finger grazed over the only sliver of skin he had on show, his exposed forearm between sleeve and glove. “What do you know.” 

“Whatever you’re happy to share with me. This is a clean slate, your session.” He sighed though it came out as a grumble, pulling his arms back across his chest. Kaufman noticed his shifting, “Aren’t you overheating in that mask?” She spoke softly.

“I’m used to it.”

“How long have you worn it?”  

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, almost judging her question before shrugging. “Years.” She eyed the intricacies of the stitching, how almost every thread was uneven and needled with different shades of grey. It was a handmade job. 

“Did you make it?”

“Why.” He bit, his heel kicking against the floor to create a thump sound. 

“It’s clear it has a lot of meaning for you.” 

Simon nodded slowly, fidgeting with the seam of his pocket before looking back up to her. Eyes dead and fixed to her own, it was beyond obvious he would rather be anywhere else. “I don’t ever take it off.” Kaufman had caught onto the subtle change in his tone, one that warned her not to venture further. 

“We don’t have to talk about it. Remember, you’re in control.” She reasserted and Simon rolled his sleeves up, exposing a tattoo on his left forearm. “I’m just going to ask you a few questions. You don’t need to go into any detail, it’s just to help me understand you better.” 

“Right.” 

“Tell me about your tattoo.” She began, nodding toward the ink and watching as he lifted his arm to look at it himself. “What does it mean?”

He shook his head, “Nothing. It’s a bit shit, I got it when I was young as a cover up.” Sullen face lifting only briefly. 

“Covering other tattoos?”

“Mh-hm.” 

“Do you regret doing so?” Kaufman asked, playing the field to see if he was an impulsive person. Simon was surprisingly unaware of her techniques despite seeing right through his last therapist. 

He laughed a dry laugh, one that lacked humor. “No.” Eyes squinted at her smile. 

“Would you get more?” 

Simon shook his head once more, this time accompanied by a frown to further his point. Eyes naturally narrowing with the action. “Any particular reason?”

“Getting older.” 

Kaufman smiled with a tilt of her head, flipping a few pages backward in her notes. “You’re still young.” She pressed her finger to the paper with his basic information. 

His mask made it difficult for Kaufman to distinguish his feelings. It was a complete distancing tool, one that worked well. She figured it was worn to separate himself from the job. “On base, you go by—“

“Ghost.” 

“How did you come about that?” 

“Long story.” He shrugged, picking at threads by his pockets with an unnerving nonchalance to his tone and Kaufman nodded. It wasn’t difficult to see his reluctance, she pushed backward in the conversation, watching as he rubbed his opposite hand against his arm. 

The tattoo was stretched to the crease of his elbow, old ink faded to a dark grey rather than black and many scars adorned the space, creating gaps of blank skin in the artwork. “Do you enjoy your job?” She asked, gaining a slow blink in her direction, one that begged for reason.

“Would you enjoy it?” He mumbled, looking up at her with a drawn out sigh. 

“I’d imagine it takes a toll.” She sucked her lips inward, allowing the silence to settle and to create a landing pad for her pending words. “It’s intense.” 

Simon grumbled to himself, landing his boots to the floor abruptly one more time after shifting positions. Arms crossed over his chest in subconscious self pacification while pointedly staring at her — a complete and natural embedded military tactic of control. He didn’t want to speak, so stared. Stared to show acknowledgment and active dismissal, Kaufman took note. 

“Do you have a family, Simon?” She clicked her pen once more, beginning a fresh page. 

“Mh-hm.”

“Kids?”

“Two.”

“Girls, boys—“

“Girls.”

“Young?”

“Six and eleven.” 

“And am I fair to assume they know you as Simon, rather than Ghost, yes?” She was slow with her wording, deliberate in the pacing of each and every syllable as opposed to the quickfire questions prior. 

He sat back, pushing a stiff hand across the back of his mask before dropping his arm like it weighed a tonne. “Yes.” Lip pulled up as if he was uncertain in his own answer, eyes absently directed to the plant in the corner of the room. 

“You seem unsure.” 

He shook his head. “It’s different.” Although his voice hadn’t quite grasped confidence, instantly clearing his throat before sitting up precipitously to cement his statement. Kaufman’s silence invited more words from him, suddenly at a point of talkativeness to jump at his own defense of fatherhood. “I don’t take any of this home with me.” He gestured toward his gear, “It’s different.”

“Do they know the mask?” 

“They’ve seen it.” His sudden leer was one that assumed he had been tripped up, falling right into her fucking verbal minefield. 

“So Ghost does come home with you?” 

Bastard, Simon thought. “No.” A bite. 

Kaufman took a minute to think of her next question, one that would simultaneously calm him down while also wedging the door to his openness ajar just enough for her foot. “Do you look forward to taking the mask off?”

He shrugged, retreating back into a slouch. A short note was made of his action. “Possibly for the burden it carries?” She offered and Simon let out an audible groan, one that cut her short. 

“There isn’t a fucking burden.”

She observed as his hands clenched into fists under crossed arms, the impatient tapping of his heel against the vinyl flooring was something of another warning. “Are we okay to circle back to your family?” 

“Hmmh.” He mumbled an affirmative noise though his body language was completely closed off.

“Would you like to tell me about them?”

His foot stopped moving, leg stretching outward to cross his ankles over one another. “Depends what you ask me.” 

It was evident that Simon relied on guidance and instruction. Kaufman had gathered that much in the first ten minutes she had spent with him. The constant need for grounding and clarification was the first thing she noticed bar his body language, even when he had tried his best to seem contained.

“You can tell me as much or as little as you’d like.” She put it plainly, watching his eyes narrow and chewed down fingernails fidget against his belt loops. A flurry of thoughts intruded her mind at that, was he anxious at home? The bitten down nails said as much, evidently picked at without his mask on. 

“How are your kids?” 

“They’re fine.” He shrugged, setting his hand across the sofa edge. 

“Yeah?” Kaufman smiled, dotting her pen and Simon nodded, rubbing his brow momentarily before blinking at her lamely. “That’s good.”

Her wrist raised to check the time, an action Simon shifted at, eyes running to the door instantly. 

Though Kaufman took no eye to his impatience, writing a few notes before closing her book over, all at her own pace. “Time?” He asked readily, eagerly, bitten nails fidgeting with the loose seams of his jeans once again.

With a brief glance to her wrist, Kaufman gave him the go-ahead. “Yeah. Yeah, that’ll do us for today.” She was left watching pointedly as his shoulders dropped at her dismissal. “May I ask you one final question?” Her pen was placed back on the desk, in perfect adjacency to the mentioned notebook. 

“Hm.” A grumble. 

“Do you believe in therapy.”

His brows furrowed under the mask, already standing with a hand on the door to solidify her point. “No.” And with that came a nod of departure,  the words landing like an opinionated knife  — easy to slot in, hard to take out. 

Kaufman had her work cut out. 

≔ dude i want him. i want to fucking hug him and tell him everything will be ok wtf, this man being emotionally inept is my roman empire.

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[feyreswaterybowels]

⟡ Princess of Dreams ⟡

# 2 Lucien x Rhys!Sister

⟡ Part 1 ⟡ Part 2 ⟡ Part 3 ⟡

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Following the events of the Solstice ceremony.

Warnings/Tags: smut. implied past sexual assault. fluffy romance. feyre and Rhys’ sister being besties and wanting to destroy tamlin. possible grammatical errors.

Authors Note: All likes comments and reblogs are appreciated, welcome and encouraged! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for part 3! Bold italics are mental communication, regular italics are inner thoughts. (Mood Board)

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It’s hours later when the intensely bright sun had finally sunk back below the western horizon, giving me back my beautiful night sky.

There had been more countless hours of…well of not much really but it was still exhausting to be standing around all day surrounded by thousands of flowers and brightly colored streamers, watching Feyre and Tamlin greet and speak to everyone while Ianthe followed around trying to explain what happened.

The cauldron had blessed her chosen friend, she told anyone who would listen—how the sun had altered its very path to show how glad it was for her return. I would silently mock her every time she repeated those words.

There hadn’t been many interested in her tale, and the ones that were showed mild interest at best.

Feyre had stuck close to us for a majority of the time. I didn’t mind. I felt extremely protective over her. Not only as my High Lady but as my friend. I may not have access to my physical powers but I could still enter a mind in half a second and destroy someone if they dared harm her.

I’d enjoyed watching this new Feyre. How confident and sure she’d become. When the adoring fae wished to touch her hand, weep a bit over her, thank her for all she’d done she would have cringed away before. Now she openly accepted their thanks and gratitude. Thanking them and smiling as any High Lord would. Mostly genuine. Though for some, like courtiers and sentries, she put on a better show.

After six hours many retreat to freshen up.

“Tell my brother I love him.” I tell Feyre when she hugs me as she leaves. She promises to tell him for me.

Lucien and I stay, watching as lunch is cleared away and the band sets up. I would give anything to be spending this day with my family, but I was always grateful to have my mate at my side.

So when the band finally started playing and the fae around us took to the dance floor I dragged Lucien up. He hadn’t put up much of a fight—we loved dancing.

And dance we did for hours. I had even stolen Feyre away from Tamlin a few times much to his annoyance and my satisfaction.

We laughed together, spinning around the dance floor. It reminded me of myself and Mor—how we would get drunk on wine at Rita’s and dance the night away. I couldn’t wait to have nights like that with Feyre, too.

I spun her back into Tamlins arms as Lucien stole me away this time, practically begging me to come with him to eat and I realized why when I noticed Ianthe prowling around the tables.

Even she couldn’t put a damper on my mood right now. We fixed our plates and seated ourselves. More wine in our glasses as we sat tucked off away from the largest parts of the crowd—talking in hushed voices and feeding one another as if we hadn’t been mated for nearly two decades now.

Eventually I had shifted from my seat to stand behind Lucien, playing with his hair while we watched those on the dance floor become increasingly more drunk. I started braiding his hair, a taunt braid along either side of his head, curling behind his pointed ears.

“Your hair is getting so long,” I tell him, those auburn locks well past his shoulders now.

“I know,” He says, leaning back in his chair. “I’ve been thinking of cutting it—”

I gasp, drawing his attention up to me. “You better not!”

The laugh that leaves his mouth goes straight to my core. He reaches up and pulls me to bend over him so he can kiss me.

“Is that an order, Princess?” He asks against my lips and I grin.

“More like I’ll kick your ass if you do it,” I tease, kissing him again.

As I’m pulling away to go back to braiding his hair I feel eyes on us. Violet meeting teal and I bare my teeth in a wicked smile. I slide my fingers through his hair, gently pulling to tilt his head back, keeping eye contact with her as I lean down to kiss him again… stroking my tongue over his. He gasps in my mouth, reaching up to caress my head with a strong hand.

Anger lights in those eyes across the way and I grin as Lucien’s lips move to my throat, my free hand sliding around and down his chest—slipping under his shirt to feel heated skin.

I moan as he sucks on my skin, digging my nails into his chest and tightening my hand in his hair.

“Fuck,” Lucien growls, standing quickly from the chair, towering over me. “Come here.”

Then I’m being dragged away. I look over my shoulder smirking at Ianthe who is red in the face looking like she’s about to have a tantrum. She takes a step forward as if about to follow Lucien and I only to be stopped by Feyre, though I couldn’t hear what was being said before we disappeared into the thick woods.

“You’re nothing but trouble,” Lucien taunts, pushing me against a tree and attacking my mouth.

“You love it,” I gasp against his lips, reaching between us to work his pants open, ignoring the way the tree bark digs into my wings.

“Turn around,” he orders, but before I can move he’s got me spun around and pressed against the tree. “Hands.” Is his next order.

I present my wrists to him behind my back and his large hand wraps around them, pinning them to my lower back.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here, Princess,” Lucien says, the sound of his buckle coming undone making me shiver. “I want you to be loud enough that she hears you.”

I moan at that. Knowing exactly who he’s talking about without saying her name. Though it’s unlikely she’ll actually hear me from this distance over the music but the thought that she might? And probably had many times is something I love. She wants him so bad—not that I blame her. But to remind her he was mine over and over, that she would never get to have him made me feral.

I’m pulled from those thoughts when the skirt of my dress is being lifted, that hand of fire trailing between my thighs, rubbing at my wetness before ripping the stocking and panties I wore beneath.

“Tell me, sweet girl, are you turned on because of me? Or because you know she knows exactly what we’re doing out here?” Lucien asks, fingers sliding through my wetness, rubbing in that perfect spot until I was weak in the knees. Only held up by his weight pushing me against the tree.

“I asked a question,” He grunts, pulling that heat away from my center.

“Both,” I gasp out in a moan, needing his hand back. “Fuck, both.”

“That’s a good girl,” He praises, hand sliding back between my thighs, rubbing at me, two fingers sliding inside.

“Oh, fuck, Lu,” I moaned. His fingers weren’t as thick or long as his cock but they felt so good filling me up, curling perfectly to find that spot that had me seeing stars.

“I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers first,” He leaned over me to breathe in my ear, careful of my wings, fingers pumping faster, “then on my cock. Then I’m gonna take you back to that party filled up. We’re going to tell everyone goodbye then I’m gonna take you home, tie you to the bed and have my godsdamn way with you.”

“Yes, please!” I cry out, clenching around his fingers, cumming entirely too easy just from the way he rubs that spot inside of me, just from the way his voice rasped against my ear.

His fingers slide from me but before I can protest I feel him press against me, pushing in, in, in until he’s fully sheathed inside of me. He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, the back of my shoulders between my wings. I wished he had ripped the damn dress from my body so I could feel his lips against my skin.

“That could be arranged,” He purrs, reaching around to grasp my breast, not realizing I had sent that through the bond.

“Lu, please,” I begged, pushing back against him. He hisses in pleasure, nipping at my neck before straightening his spine, still holding my wrist as he pulls his hips back, thrusting all the way back in. “Yesss.”

Then he fucks me. Hard and rough.

Bent over against a tree in the middle of the forest. I let every sound imaginable fall from my lips exactly the way he ordered me to. Between the events of the day, the flirting, the unwanted looks from another and the wine I was falling over the edge easily for the second time.

He slows his thrusts, giving me only a moment to catch my breath before he’s pulling out and spinning me back around. My knees buckle and I fall to the ground directly in front of him.

“Look at my pretty girl, so fucked out she can’t even stand,” Lucien coos, grasping my chin gently to tilt my head up, sliding his thumb into my mouth. I suck on the digit, batting my eyelashes at him, watching that fire burn in his eyes.

He reaches down, grabbing me around the waist and hauls me up, lifting me easily into his arms, my dress bunching between us. My arms and legs wrap around him and I kiss him. I can’t help it.

It only takes some slight maneuvering before he’s back inside of me, my calves over his forearms as he’s thrust into me. It was always such a turn on the way he could hold me like this, so easily, as he took me.

The bond suddenly lights up with warmth and my mind goes blank as I come again.

“Fill me up. Please, cum in me, I want it.”

I can feel how close he is without him saying anything. The sounds he’s making, the feelings through the bond. I know exactly when he’s about to cum and I moan as he fills me up

“So good, that was so good, Luc.”

He moans, eyes meeting mine and I smile at him. Pushing a few strands of hair from his sweaty forehead.

He takes a few gasping breaths, holding me in his arms still, basking in the high of his orgasm. I wrap my wings around us as we stand there, providing us with some form of privacy should anyone stumble upon us.

“We should get back,” I tell him, kissing the tip of his pointed ear. Wanting nothing more than to just skip out on the goodbyes and just go back to the house.

“Just another minute,” he said breathy, one of his hands reaching to grasp my ass cheek. “Just wanna be inside of you.”

“Mm. We could just go say our goodbyes like this,” I offer, playing with the braid I put in his hair earlier. “Unfortunately that means quite a few males would see me with your cock—”

Lucien growls at that and I giggle when his eyes meet mine. “I would kill someone.”

I hum in response, kissing him.

“The thought of you killing someone simply for seeing my body shouldn’t be so sexy.”

His hearty laugh vibrates through my body—my favorite sound.

“Come on, Princess. Let’s get this over with so I can get you in my bed,” He says, slipping from my body and setting me getting on my feet, making sure I was steady before tucking himself away.

We take a few moments to collect ourselves, kissing softly between straightening the other clothes and fixing disheveled hair. Of course no one was stupid. They would scent the smell of sex on us but that didn’t mean we had to make it any more obvious.

By the time we got back the sun had been long gone from the sky, dozens of blazing fires lit the area now. I didn’t spot Ianthe anywhere but Feyre finds us within moments of us taking up a spot by the fire.

We had meant to say our goodbyes but Feyre offered me a glass of wine. Which led to another. And another. We danced with one another around the fire—Lucien taking turns spinning us around. I had no idea where Tamlin was and I honestly didn’t care.

It was when Feyre asked Lucien and I to escort her back to the manor. Being ever the gentleman he agreed. I was much more drunk than Feyre but Lucien offered an elbow to each of us, letting us hang on him as he led us back to the house.

We left Feyre at her bedroom, I giggled out a goodnight, grabbing her face and kissing her cheek. As we were turning away I tripped over my foot and giggled again.

“Luc, I’m drunk,” I said, as he grabbed my arm, wrapping it around his neck.

“Yeah, Princess, I know,” Lucien chuckled, leading me to our bedroom.

I felt so light and blissful, letting him undress me and clean me up. He pulled the pins from my hair and cleaned the makeup from my face sliding a nightgown onto my naked body.

He laid me back, pulling his comforter over my body, tucking me in tightly. “Get some sleep, sweet girl,” He smiles down at me, kissing my forehead.

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I woke up hours later to Lucien tossing and turning. Ever since the Mountain his sleep was more restless than not, dragging up traumas old and new.

My head pounded from all the wine I’d drunk but I watched his face, still peaceful despite the unease of his sleep. It was when a horrified grimace crossed his face that I took over. When I felt the bond run ice cold with fear, when I got a glimpse of that nightmare—one he’s had before, where it starts with Jesminda’s torture and right as she’s about to be executed she changes into me as Beron and Lucien’s brother’s force him to watch me be murdered.

I slip into his mind, caressing it gently, ending the dream easily before it gets to that horrid part. I crawl next to him, laying his head in my lap and carding my fingers through his hair, braiding and unbraiding pieces, scratching at his scalp gently.

Instead I show him Velaris, the life I want us to have there together, the life we always talked about.

Living in our home right on the river. Late night stroll under an endless diamond sky. A long and happy life with beautiful red headed, winged babies. All the adventures we could go on together when no longer stuck in the boundaries of the Spring Court. Having the bond declared in a ceremony, a proper wedding, going swimming in the Sidra, taking him to see Ramiel—there was so much I wanted to do with him.

We’ve had a good life together here in Spring. He had done everything to make it better for me once he realized who I was, that I was stuck here. Picnic dates by the pond, visits to farmers markets, naps under beautiful trees, drinking wine, horseback rides, festivals and gardening.

But we could have a better life. An amazing one instead of a good one and I wanted to spend it with him.

He shifts, arms wrapping around my legs, nuzzling against my thigh, pressing his lips to my tanned skin but he doesn’t wake. I lull him into a deeper sleep, thumbing away the crease between his eyebrows.

My head whips up at a sound across the hall, Feyres room. I listen carefully, hear her door open. Then there’s a gentle knock on our door. She must have had a nightmare too…maybe I should start checking in on her at night.

I gently untangle myself from Lucien’s embrace, pulling the bed sheet over his body before sliding from the bed. There’s a second knock just before I reach the door. I scanned her head to toe quick—sweaty and disheveled but not physically harmed.

“I heard you, are you okay?” I asked, stepping to the side to let her into the room, scanning the hall for any sign of trouble. There seemed to be nothing.

The room was lit mainly by the moon light and I watched her look around the room. The night gown she wore was above mid thigh but she turned around to look at me before I could question her motive.

“I had a dream about it,” she rasped thickly, “Under the Mountain. I couldn’t remember where I was.”

I nod my head in understanding. Lucien had similar dreams. I wanted to kill Amarantha all over again for what she had done. To Feyre. To Lucien. To my brother. To thousands and thousands of fae.

“What did you dream of tonight?” I asked, stepping closer to her.

“She had me spiked to the wall like Clare Beddor. And the Attor was—” She shuddered, running her hands over her face.

I walked closer to her, a frown on my face, wanting to provide her with some kind of comfort. There’s something in the house, a vibration, I feel it but before I can question it she’s thrown her arms around me. I don’t object as she buries her face against my neck, warm tears falling on my bare skin. I let out a small sigh, sliding an arm around her waist, the other caressing her head, stroking over her dark golden hair.

“I’m sorry, Feyre,” I breathed, kissing the crown of her head. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

Her cries and tears eventually subside but I continued to hold her. Allowing her to take the comfort she needed from me. I pulled back slightly, caressed her face gently, wiping away the remaining tears. I looked at her, I knew she could see the concern in my eyes, but there was something else in hers, something not completely of the fear and sadness she was presenting.

“Why are you—”

“What’s going on?” Tamlin’s deep voice rumbles through the room. I turned my head slightly to look at him, he stood there face a mask of cold calm, the beginnings of claws glinting at his knuckles—looking as if he’d caught us in the middle of something naughty.

“I had a nightmare,” she explained, pulling, straightening her nightgown. I fought the urge to smile. “I-I didn’t want to wake the house.”

Tamlin knew I didn’t sleep in here most nights. Lucien either slept in my room or we slept separately, so in his eyes Feyre had to have been seeking out the comfort of Lucien after her nightmare.

He just stood there staring at us. Eyes glancing at Lucien before looking at me with narrowed eyes, a glare that I returned. His mouth tightened into a thin line and I nearly snarled at him—those claws still half drawn.

“I had a nightmare,” Feyre repeated sharply, walking forward to grip Tamlin’s arm, turning him but he looked back at me. I crossed my arms over my chest and smirked at him as she led him from the room closing the door.

“You little shit, your lucky Lucien wasn’t awake, Tamlin would’ve killed him,” I told her crawling back in bed with my mate.

“I wouldn’t let that happen. I needed to plant some kind of doubt in his mind. You seemed to do the trick though,” Feyre’s answer came five minutes later, laughter in her voice.

“You should have told me I would have kissed you right in front of him,” I teased back, sliding under the sheet, cuddling up to that warm body.

“Next time,” Is her response, a mental image of her winking and blowing me a kiss followed.

I laughed out loud.

“What’s going on?” Lucien asks, a slight frown on his face at being woken suddenly.

I grinned, kissing his chest.

“Nothing, my love. Go back to sleep,” I whispered, easily slipping into his mind to lull him back to sleep.

I grinned to myself.

“Burn it down, Feyre” I told her. “Burn it all down.”

Fuck Tamlin. And fuck the Spring Court.

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[thetriplets3]

hello ! i love your writing<3 could i ask for a chris one where they meet in boston/la after long flights for the both of them after being apart for some weeks ? idk if that makes sense, but ty :)

I changed it a little I hope that’s okay!

reunited

I had spent the past 3 weeks in LA. My best friend had just moved there for a new job and needed help moving in to her apartment and didn’t want to be all alone in a new place until she got settled and familiar with the area. I’m not one to pass up an opportunity to spend 3 weeks in LA with my best friend and not have to pay for a place to stay while I’m there.

The only downside to being here for the past 3 weeks is that my boyfriend Chris is back home in Boston. He was 3 hours ahead on which isn’t crazy but we just kept calling at the wrong times, only able to talk for a few minutes before something came up. It was tough not being able to see or talk to each other every night but we promised to never let distance come in between us. I just miss him. Talking over the phone doesn’t do it justice I want to hear his laugh echo through the room, I want to be able to kiss him not just catching kisses through the phone, I want to see all the details and crinkles on his face as he smiles. His brothers have made sure I was aware of how annoying and mopey he was being since he couldn’t see me. Things just aren’t the same when you’re away from your home.

Which brings me to now. I booked a flight a few days earlier than what I told Chris. I wanted to surprise him. Matt had offered to pick me up from the airport using the excuse that he needed to go to the store for a few things. Throughout the plane ride Chris and I were texting each other. I had booked an early flight so I’d arrive in Boston around 11 in the morning. I had to make my texts to Chris seem like I was still 3 hours behind him, telling him I slept terribly last night and so I’ve been awake and laying in bed since 5am.

No matter how many times I fly I’m still not a fan. When the plane landed I made quick work of grabbing my carry on bags and getting off the plane. After grabbing my luggage I scanned the pick up area, finding Matt sitting in his van. Once he saw me he stepped out of the car and helped put my bags away. The drive was spent catching each other up on how things were going in and anything new.

The drive to their house didn’t take long. Soon enough I was at your bedroom door knocking.

“Come in” you called out.

Opening your door I see you focused on your laptop, working away not noticing I was even there.

“Hi” I whisper, suddenly unsure of what to do or say.

Your head whips up at the sound of my voice, clearly expecting it to be Nick or Matt.

“No way!” You shout, leaping out of the bed and sweeping me off my feet spinning us around in circles.

“I had to come back early, I just couldn’t stand not being able to see you or have a full conversation. I missed you too much” I mumbled into your neck.

“I’m so happy you’re back it felt weird without you around” You say, placing a gentle kiss to the side of my head.

“Reunited and it feels so good” I sing.

“God I missed you this ya goof” you chuckle.

No better feeling than to be back in your arms, no place will ever feel more at home.

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[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 10 - Alone Again

With Castiel missing, the boys go out to search for their angel, leaving Y/N alone again.

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TW: This chapter briefly discusses alcoholism

“Exorciza… exorcizamus… te omnis….” I slur out, butchering the Latin words far worse than usual, which I’m surprised is even possible, interrupted by the occasional hiccup. “Omnis.. immand… immundus, Ugh!” I groan in frustration, slumping my head onto the library table, the cool wood contrasting with my flushed face. I’ve spent all night rehearsing this damned incantation, never getting past the first few lines.

“How the hell does Sam do this?” I growl, staring down at my nearly empty glass of Jack Daniels Whiskey. I swirl the fancy glass cup of booze, the rigid sound of glass grinds against the wood that’s polish had begun to erode long ago. The clear amber liquid whirls in lazy circles, something I could personally relate too. No matter where my lonely life takes me, I always circle back to the sweet relief of alcohol, the one thing I can always rely on. Some people say life is better through a sober lens. I call bullshit, anyone who makes it through this place without a buzz is doing it wrong. Between the argument with Dean, Sam’s growing doubt, and Castiel up and vanishing, this is all I have left.

I down the last bit of whiskey, the familiar burn soothing my nerves. I stare down at my empty glass in distaste and carelessly slide it across the table. It hits a discarded book a few feet away and tips over, a single remaining drop falling from the cup.

I just want to go home. The message repeats in my head over and over. But then again, I don't really have a home to return to, do I?

Like it usually does, the whiskey catches up with me. My mind becomes foggy, my blood warm and fuzzy. I slump over, pressing my upper body flat against the table. The wood painfully cuts into my ribcage, but I'm too tired to care. The world spins around me and I close my eyes to fight off the impending dizziness and nausea, slowly slipping into a comforting slumber.

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The blade bites into his skin, leaving fresh slices along his arms. Trickles of red race down his skin, joining the dry streaks of blood that came before. The wounds heal within seconds, even still he groans in pain.

He struggles in the rusty metal chair he’s chained too. The silver chains dripping with oil clang together in resistance. A small ring of fire surrounds him, the white flames remaining an unrelenting burn. He sits along the edge of the circle, the toes of his black dress shoes licked by the roaring fire. His feet fidget, pushing as far back as the restraints allow, desperately trying to escape the unforgiving heat. The stench of burning leather and thick black smoke fills the air.

Lucifer stands menacingly just out of reach, his shoulders back and head held high. The long knife he holds drips with blood, staining the grimey concrete below.

Castiel's clothes are covered in blood, oil, and burn holes. He breathes in heavy, ragged breaths. His ocean blue eyes lull to the ceiling. It seems they’ve been at it for hours.

Lucifer grabs a fistful of Castiel’s unkempt hair, violently yanking his head as far back as the chair would allow. “Now, tell me where you’re hiding her,” Lucifer hisses, menacingly twirling the angel blade in his hand. 

“Go to Hell!” Castiel spits, grinding his teeth.

“Been there, done that,” he replies, looking rather bored. He crouches down to Castiel’s level, innocently gazing into his half lidded eyes. “I grow tired of these games brother,” Lucifer sighs, before plunging the blade deep into his shoulder.

Castiel lets out a strangled cry as Lucifer twists the knife. The sickening sound of flesh churning bounces off the confined walls. Blood trickles out of the laceration, staining his beloved tan trenchcoat a dark crimson shade.

“WHERE IS SHE!” He demands, his irises glow a bright red with passion, illuminating the immediate surroundings of the room.

“The Winchesters are coming, and you of all people know what they’re capable of.” Castiel laughs like a man that has lost his sanity.

Lucifer is not amused. “Let them come.” He stands, drawing the blade from the broken angel's shoulder and wipes the blood off onto his worn denim jeans. “I, for one, am looking forward to slaughtering them. I’ll make it slow and painful. I’ll take pleasure in watching the life drain from their pitiful eyes,” he coos, a deranged smile tugging at his lips.

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“Y/N.” A big hand gently shakes my shoulder from behind. “Y/N!”

I jolt awake in a state of panic and fall out of my chair, smacking the hard ground below me that will surely leave a bruise on my hips. My heart races so fast that it feels like it could beat out of my chest any moment. “What the fuck Sam!” I yell confused, as I get my bearings and push myself to my feet.

“Sorry.” He puts his hands up defensively. “It’s just you were murmuring and shaking in your sleep, I figured you were having a nightmare.” He looks at me, concerned, trying to read my expression.

“Oh, uh, thanks?” The scenes of my nightmare plays over in my head, a sinking feeling washes over me as I remember what Lucifer is doing to Castiel at this very moment. “Ugh,” I groan, the hangover hitting me full force. I rub my temples to soothe the headache pounding against my skull and squint, the lights suddenly too bright.

“Fun night?” Dean quips, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

I roll my eyes, in no mood for his condescending jokes.

Sam picks up a green duffle bag that sits at his feet, slinging it over his shoulder. He brushes his long locks of hair out of his face, looking around the room for anything he might have missed.

Dean sits at the other end of the table, polishing an angel blade. 

I grimace at the realization that it’s my blood that stains the white, and now red, towel in his hands. A twinge of guilt pangs in my stomach, recalling my actions two nights ago. “Where are you going?” I croak out, my throat unpleasantly dry. 

“To find Cas,” Dean replies, not taking his eyes off the blade.

“What?” I sit up in my chair, suddenly feeling a sense of panic. 

“We have a lead,” Sam replies. “We heard word from a hunter that he may have been spotted questioning people around Chillicothe, Ohio.”

“You won't find him there,” I confess, my tone suddenly serious.

Both Sam and Dean stop what they’re doing, turning their undivided attention towards me.

“You got something you want to share?” Dean asks in an angry tone, slamming the angel blade onto the table with a loud clang.

“Lucifer has him and… he’s not doing well.”

Dean's expression drops from angry to concerned, morphing into vengeful.

“Y/N,” Sam steps in front of me. “I need you to tell us everything you know.” He looks me in the eye, giving me a pleading look.

“He’s being held captive in some sort of dungeon.” I swallow down the lump in my throat. “Lucifer’s torturing him with an angel blade and he’s surrounded by a small ring of fire.”

“Holy fire,” Sam says to Dean.

“Anything else?” Dean seethed.

“He wants to know where I am.”

Sam and Dean exchange looks. Sam tilts his head slightly, raising his brows in question.

Dean nods his head and grabs the blade, tucking it away in his leather jacket. “Let’s go get our angel,” he says, heading to the exit.

“You don’t even know where he is!” I yell, trying my best to get them to stay. Tears well in my eyes as I remember what Lucifer plans to do to them.

“Then we’ll figure it out,” Sam replies, turning away from me and trailing behind Dean.

“Wait!” I run and grab onto Dean's hand. “Take me with you, I can help!” I plead, meeting his eyes with a desperate look.

Dean thinks for a second, his face turning cold as stone. “You’d just slow us down.” He rips his hand away and walks out the door.

Sam gives me a sorrowful look, before following his brother.

And just like that, they’re gone.

I sink to the floor, devastated, no longer able to contain my tears. I've never felt so alone.



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Hi kittie! Could you share some of your thoughts on Vi with a really clumsy gf? I have proprioception issues fr and I’m constantly running into things or tripping or knocking something over:’) I literally wake up with bruises and I’m like oh yeah form when I banged my knee on the table yesterday hdskjj😭 I feel like she’d lowkey kinda laugh at you but also constantly steering you around with her hands on your shoulders or catching you. We’ve seen those reflexes, girl is quick with it!

i feel u bb i have dyspraxia 😭 dancing is the only time i’m not clumsy by some miracle idk i don’t understand it either 😭 i’m covered in bruises though especially at the moment where i’ve been so active

but yeah vi would constantly be catching you, even before the two of you were officially dating. she’d see the hazard before you do and her arm is instantly shooting out to grab your wrist, smoothly spinning you around til you land in her arms whilst she’s nursing a big old smirk. “careful there, clutz.” before gently knocking your chin up with her knuckle and continuing on past you.

once you’re together she gets even more protective, making sure she’s assessing risks and watching the ground for any uneven flooring or holes that you could potentially slip into. if you’d fall over, she’d be quick to swoop you up, checking you over. “you hurting anywhere?” and once you shake your head she visibly relaxes. “good. careful, please princess.”

special mention to laying in bed with her at night, her fingers tracing over your body lit only by the lights of the undercity that never seems to sleep. she traces her long fingers over a bruise on your hip and they stop, circling around it. “this one from me?” she asks quietly, referring to your habits only a few hours ago, and you shake your head with a sleepy giggle. “walked into the table again.” she gives you a look that says ‘really?’ before chuckling herself, pushing herself down the bed by her strong arms just so she can press a kiss to it. you run a hand through her messy hot pink hair and cup her cheek as she looks up at you sincerely. “we gotta do somethin’ about those tables, huh?”

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[incorrectpizza]

Hehehe know how I said literally 72 hours ago that I wouldn't be posting anything for @sabezraweek because of my concussion and general life chaos?

Fic also available under the cut for anyone who would prefer to read here on Tumblr. :)

Ezra’s cleaning up the tower when he finds the holoprojector. 

He’s halfway through a drawer of seemingly sentimental junk - an old comm of his, one of Ursa’s hair clips, Sabine’s own paint sprayer - when he spies a puck he doesn’t recognize. Curious, he flicks it on

He’s greeted by a younger Sabine, not much older than when he’d left. Her hair is the same dull dark purple as when he’d left with Thrawn all those years ago. It’s a bit longer though. Sabine sighs and runs a hand through it.

“So, it’s been a while since I’ve dyed my hair. I haven’t been able to since- since you and Kanan. But, well, things go on. I hoped you would be back by now but still no leads. So, I decided today would be the day.” Holo-Sabine holds up a can, shaking it. Then the image flickers and she returns with flaming pink hair. “Not bad for my first dye job in a year.”

Ezra’s eyebrows scrunch A year ? Sabine Wren, Mandalorian artist extraordinaire who dyed her hair at least once every six months, if not more, had been so out of sorts she hadn’t dyed her hair for a year ? 

In their brief reunion, he’d gotten the sense she’d missed him a lot. But not dying her hair?

Before his brain could come to any dramatic conclusions, the hologram glitched, faded, and returned. Sabine’s hair, a solid, shimmering lilac shifts into a gradient, the tips darkening to indigo. She tilts her head and spins to show all the angles before disappearing.

Holo-Sabine reappears with a full head of indigo holding a hair tie, a single odd lilac strand hanging down. A padawan braid?

“So, it’s been two years.”

She gathers her hair together as she speaks, knot nearly reaching the nape of her neck.

“I decided after the last dye job to let it grow out a bit. What do you think?”

Holo-Sabine smiles, but the expression is hollow. 

“So much has happened. Hopefully you’ll be able to come see yourself soon.”

The image fades and for a few seconds there’s nothing before Indigo Sabine reappears.

“I’m going to try something new. I’ve never done any sort of red hair because I dyed Tristan’s red once and he looked hideous. It doesn’t mesh well with the Wren complexion, but I’m feeling creative and I think this shade might be just the ticket.”

She pulls out a box of chestnut dye and sits it directly in front of the holoprojector. 

When she pulls it away, her hair is an odd shade of red slightly akin to the sky on Atollon.

“That was a very bad mistake.”  She shakes her hair out of the ponytail.

“Unfortunately, I can’t fix it for at least a week, and there’s a big banquet coming up soon.”

A static image displays next. Red brick haired Sabine in a floor length gown unlike anything Ezra had ever seen her wear. 

A meow from Murley alerts him to the fact his jaw is no longer aligned with the rest of his face. He clamps it shut, quickly, biting his lip in the process.

“Lesson learned.” A blissfully dark haired Sabine says. Hair the color of caf dangles past her chin, brushing against her shoulders, a few strands hitting her collarbone. “Worst two weeks of my life so far. I am never dying my hair anything close to red again."

The image shifts to Sabine sitting with a towel wrapped around her hair.

“I wish you were here.” 

Sabine closes her eyes and yawns, leaning her head back against the back of the coach.

“Force, Ezra. I just don’t know what to do without you around sometimes. I don’t see much of Hera or Zeb these days, which doesn’t help. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.

“I guess I have to, though. I can’t go anywhere or do anything until this dye is done. And there’s still so much to do here on Lothal.”

The hologram pauses and skips forward to Sabine unwrapping her freshly-dyed hair. It’s a damp teal blue fading into white. 

The next image to appear is not Sabine, but Jacen. The little boy’s face takes up the entire span of the hologram, one lock of green hair brushing against the recorder for a moment before Sabine yanks him back. 

“I told you to be careful, Jacen.” She scolds, teasingly, setting him on his lap.

“Do you want to tell your big brother what you did?”

“I helped Aunt ‘Bine dye her hair!” Jacen giggles, hands gathering some of her hair and tossing it in front of the projector. Her brilliant green hair. Then he scampers down to go find Murley.

“Don’t worry. It’s temporary,” Sabine laughs and tosses it around, too. 

Her hair is blonde next - kriff , it looks so weird on her - and then purple again. She doesn’t say anything in these brief clips; Murley’s in the second one, playing with her padawan braid. 

Then a Sabine with a purple and pink gradient comes into view.

“It’s been five years now.” She sighs, and Ezra can practically hear the weight she’s carrying. He has some idea what she was going to say next, from what first Sabine herself and then Hera had told him about what happened. It doesn’t make it any easier. 

“The Empire’s gone. So that’s nice. Well, almost gone. A few stragglers but Hera and Zeb’s recruits will finish them off soon enough. And Jacen, if he has his way.” She smiles, slightly. 

The fond expression quickly disappears and as she turns her head slightly Ezra notices her padawan braid is conspicuously absent. 

“But the Empire struck one last blow. A retaliation against random worlds. Hera says one of the defectors called it Operation Cinder.

“They bombed Mandalore.”

“I haven’t heard anything from Krownest. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. But still, millions. I wasn’t- I couldn’t save them. My people.”

The transmission cut out and stayed quiet for several seconds. 

Sabine reappears with jet black hair, pinned up in a bun with the Clan Wren clip Ezra found earlier. 

“Krownest’s gone.” She sniffles, wipes her nose on the back of her orange shirt. “Mom. Dad. Tristan.”

“I wish you were here. I don’t know- I don’t know how you did it.”

Seven more hairstyles appear in rapid succession, solid pictures, flicks of hair. Black with pink tips. Black with green tips. Black with blonde tips. Brown, the color of her brother’s hair. Her natural color? Ezra wonders, absently. The same brown, but faded into pale pink. Then a whole head of pink, slightly darker. Pink into orange. 

And then purple faded into white, the reverse of the dye job she’d done after Malachor. The one she’d let him pick, that day she forced him to snap out of his trance with Maul and be himself again, if only for a few hours. It’s braided up into a severe bun, almost like the one Ezra remembers her mother wearing all those ages ago. 

This Sabine sits still in front of the camera for a few seconds, then speaks.

“Ten years.” She said. “What are you like now, Ezra? Have you changed your hair at all? Does the Chimaera have any razors or do you have a scraggly beard?” Ezra scratches his chin, fingers deep in his magnificent beard, and he scoffs slightly at Sabine’s lack of faith in his ability to grow facial hair. 

“I miss you.”

Then she shakes her head, letting it out. Hair spills past her shoulders, past her elbows, almost to her waist. Ezra gasps. Murley opens one eye and looks over at him, annoyed. 

Ezra doesn’t care. 

He’s transfixed, wondering what it would have been like to run his fingers through Sabine's long hair, and how much she’d experimented with that much canvas. 

He doesn’t have to wonder long.

Sabine appears again with hair dyed four different colors: Orange into yellow into pink into purple.

“Pretty cool, huh?” She asks. “I think it’s getting a little too long, though.”

She chops it off, live, on screen. She doesn’t say much - just a bit about how she misses even Chopper but doesn’t get to see any of the old crew often. 

“I miss you the most, though.” She confesses. “Hera told me that maybe recording would help, and I think it has. But I’m ready to start looking for you. Really looking. Not just researching and waiting on Ahsoka or Hera to find a lead.”

She finishes with her hair still well past her shoulders. 

“Not yet, though. I still have a piece of artwork to finish.”

One last Sabine pops up, with freshly dyed purple-pink-orange hair. “Almost done.” She says.

Then a much more familiar Sabine pops up - shortly cropped, dark purple hair. A bit of makeup. And armor. 

“It’s time. Ahsoka found something, just after I finished my mural in Capital City. I can't wait to bring you home."

The holo goes still, fades, and Ezra's sure it's done. 

He bends down to pet Murley and nearly falls over when Sabine's voice came back a solid thirty seconds later.  He scrambles back to his feet, grabbing the counter to pull himself up. He found himself staring right into Holo-Sabine’s eyes.

“If you’re seeing this, I guess I’m not there to hit pause and I owe you an explanation.

“I knew you were counting on me, and I knew you needed to come home. There’s so much in the galaxy you need to catch up on. And you have a little brother to meet.” Sabine smiles, a hint of sorrow lacing her expression.

“But most of all, I needed you. Whatever it took. If I’m not here…I don’t have any regrets. I’m just glad you’re home.”

She pauses a moment, runs a hand through her too-short hair, lets out a shaky breath.

“Ni kar’taylir darasuum, Ezra Bridger.”

Ni kar’taylir darasuum ?

Ezra furrows his brow as he pulls out a datapad and types in the best approximation of Sabine’s words. Murley jumps up and meows, and Ezra pushes him aside gently to reveal the confirmation of the hunch he's had she held him on Peridea like she never wanted to let him go.

“I hold you in my heart forever,” literally.

Or, in plain Galactic Basic, “I love you.”

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[trick-r-treat421]

Chapter 4

Riley’s POV:

Over the last few days Noah and I had texted a little more, coming up with a game plan for our date. The closer it got the more butterflies I felt in my stomach. The day had come, and I’d barely been able to eat, I was so nervous.

It has been a long time since I’d let myself date, I’d pushed everyone away after what happened with Tate. I figured it was better to be alone, if you don’t let anyone in you can’t get attached therefore no one can hurt you. However, it does get incredibly lonely when your only companion can’t talk back.

That companion wasn’t very helpful when it came to picking out what to wear either. I’d already gotten a shower and put on a black bralette and matching thong. That’s as far as I had gotten though. I swear it felt like I’ve been standing in this same spot staring at my closet for the good part of an hour at this point, my hair still wrapped up in a towel on top of my head, lost in my anxiety filled thoughts.

Hades had long ago given up on me and lay across the rug, head on his paws, staring up at me with his big golden puppy dog eyes. Looking at the clock I had just over an hour before we were set to meet at the ice cream parlor he’d chosen, and it sent me into a frenzy.

With no rhyme or reason, I started gathering random items of clothing and spreading them out on the bed trying to find something to wear. Occasionally I’d hold something up and look over to Hades who would either huff or tilt his head to one side. He was obviously over my bullshit, but I loved him for always staying close.

Eventually I landed on fishnets under a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a black cropped top, and an oversized black and white flannel shirt hanging loosely overtop. I didn’t want it to look like I was trying too hard you know. I made my way to the bathroom where I pulled my hair up into little space buns, leaving a strand framing both sides of my face, then worked on a simple smokey eyed look and a nude lip. I’ll admit I was a little rusty when it came to doing my makeup, but it came together pretty nicely, and I even walked out of the bathroom with a small smile on my face.

Lastly, I put on my jewelry, a few rings on each hand and a choker, and pulled on a pair of black lace up boots. You know the type with a little platform heel to give me those few inches I apparently needed. Giving myself a good once over in front of my floor length mirror, I decided it was the best I was going to be able to do. “How do I look?” I ask spinning around, striking a pose with one leg kicked out to the side, awaiting Hades’ judgement.

He immediately sat up and gave me a loud bark before sticking his tongue out. It was all the approval I needed. I crouched down ruffling the thick fur around his neck and giving him a quick kiss on his nose, silently thanking him for always being my support system.

I quickly let him out to do his business, checked his food and water bowls, and headed towards the door telling him I’d be back later to share all about my evening. With a deep breath I grabbed my mini backpack, slinging it over one shoulder, and stepped out into the late afternoon/early evening sun. I quickly locked the door behind me and set off in the direction of Tony’s Ice Cream.

Noah’s POV:

Riley and I had agreed to meet up at 6:15pm for ice cream. It was now a few minutes past. I was starting to get antsy as I sat on a bench outside the shop waiting. I hadn’t been on a date in a while and apparently, I wasn’t above the first date nerves. Don’t get me wrong, I’d had some hook-ups over the last year, but no one had really caught my eye or stuck out for more than one night of fun. At least not until I met Riley, the girl had some kind of vice grip on my mind.

Pulling my hands from the pockets of the leather jacket I wore over my hoodie I pull my phone from my jeans. Fidgeting with it for a moment I decide to shoot her a text asking if we’re still on, my knee bouncing uncontrollably. I’m about halfway through typing out the text when I catch someone stop in my peripheral.

“You look like you’re about to bolt.”

Looking up I see she’s standing a yard or so away with her fingers looped through the straps of her mini backpack, a nervous smile gracing her full lips.

My eyes roam from her boots up to her face, stopping momentarily on the skin not covered by the crop top. I’m caught off guard with how different she looks today, her hair done up in cute little buns instead of a messy ponytail. Her makeup was done, and her eyes sparkled in the evening sun. I didn’t know how it was possible, but she looked even more beautiful than either time before.

“Woah… you look amazing!” I say standing and pocketing my phone immediately, a goofy smile spreading across my face.

“Thanks, you don’t look to bad yourself.” She says shifting on her feet as a slight blush spread across her cheeks and her gaze lowers to the ground.

I fight the urge to reach out and lift her chin to bring those brilliant eyes back to mine. Instead, I motion towards the doors before asking “Shall we?”

Nodding, she steps up as I pull the door open allowing her to walk in before following. We take a few minutes to scope out the different flavors before ordering. She opts for two scoops of coffee chocolate chunk in a waffle cone while I get a double scoop of vanilla in a waffle cone, adding chopped peanuts, caramel sauce, and cherries on top.

Once we reach the register, she goes to pull out her wallet. I stop her saying it’s my treat. Of course, she tries to argue but I insist and after bickering a moment she finally gives in. With a triumphant smile I pay, thank the server, and we head back outside, holding the door for the both of us again.

Once the door closes behind me, I bump her shoulder just as she takes the first lick of her ice cream. “You know I’ve heard rumor Tony, the owner, has ties to the mafia.”

“Should I be worried you took me here for a first date?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

Smirking down at her I shake my head, “No, they have the best ice cream around. Just don’t ask to see their freezer and you’ll be alright.” I pause for effect before teasing her, “I’ve heard the pumpkin spice fall flavor is amazing. I for sure thought you would go for it.”

“How dare you assume I’d be a basic bitch!” she exclaims rolling her eyes and feigning hurt. “You on the other hand…” she says eyeing my vanilla before looking back to me with pursed lips.

Laughing, I hold up my free hand in surrender as I bring the cone up enjoying my simplistic choice. “Hey, you can’t compete with a good vanilla. Though I’m not sure I’ve ever tried coffee flavored ice cream.”

She shrugs, “You did invite me for coffee or ice cream. Why can’t I have both?” She takes another lick as we begin walking down the sidewalk with no destination in mind.  “At least you didn’t get mint chocolate chip! That toothpaste tasting abomination...” She adds wrinkling her nose.

 “That was my second choice.” 

“You would!” She shakes her head in disbelief as a smile spreads across her face showcasing her perfect teeth as she bumps my side, unable to reach my shoulder.

After another few leisurely steps, I pick one of the cherries up by the stem, leaning my head back, placing it between my teeth and sucking in into my mouth before discarding the stem into the closest trashcan. Riley’s eyes following the cherry every step of the way.

“If you’re wondering, yes I can.” I say eyeing her as I chew the cherry.

“You can what?” She asks confused.

“Tie a knot with the cherry stem.” I state, smirking at her before taking another lick of ice cream.

“Oh… your tongue game is the last thing on my mind!” She retorts as her eyes return to the sidewalk, the reddening of her cheeks betraying her. “I just wanted a cherry.”

My smirk only grows as I watch the effect I’m having on her. Silently I pick another from my cone and place it on top of hers, earning a smile.

“Thank you. I almost got some but didn’t think they’d mix well with my choice of ice cream.” She says shyly before using her tongue to maneuver the cherry into her mouth, a small moan of enjoyment escaping as she savors it. Now it’s my turn to look away. Touché Riley, touché.

Eventually we end up at a playground a few blocks down the street. It was now abandoned as the sun sets; families all having returned home for dinner and to escape the autumn chill setting in. Finishing the last of our cones and discarding the napkins in the trash, I follow her as she makes her way to the swing set.

She sets her backpack on the ground before plopping down and grabbing hold of the chains. I post up beside her and we lazily swing with our feet still planted on the ground, talking, getting to know each other, and just overall enjoying the others’ company.

We talk about what we do and where we work. She works in a customer service call center but apparently hates it. I tell her I’m a mechanic and my friends and I own our own garage, Like a Muffler.

It takes a more somber turn when she asks if I’m originally from here. I’m not. I explain that I’d lost both my parents young, lived with my grandparents for a while, then bounced around from friends house to friends house, really anywhere I was provided a couch to crash on. I turned to music as an escape and eventually found my friend group. We formed a band and had some mild success in our hometown but moved here for better opportunities. Unfortunately, we never took off like we’d hoped and turned to our secondary dream of owning our own garage and getting to work on a variety of cars. Thats exactly what I have done for the last few years.

I asked the same question of her. She gives a sad smile and returns my honesty with her own. When she was 15 her parents were killed by a drunk driver. All she had left was her 19-year-old brother, Tate, who she was very close with. He dropped out of college and returned home to help take care of her. He got a full-time job and took night classes at the local community college to finish his degree. She worked after school to help, and they scraped by. Right after she graduated high school, he got a job offer here he couldn’t refuse so they moved leaving behind everything and everyone she’d ever known. She ended up taking some classes at a local community college and had a part-time job she really enjoyed. They were finally doing well and enjoying life again, but it came to a halt when she was 20. Tate was killed in a robbery gone wrong after leaving a bar where he’d met up with some coworker for drinks. The cops showed up to inform her the next morning. The only thing that kept her going was Hades. Tate had given her the puppy as a Christmas present shortly before his passing. She’d talked about wanting a dog for years and that was his final gift to her. After he died, she struggled, dropping out of her courses, and found a full-time job to make it by. Now here she was, just her and Hades.

She grew quiet as I glanced over to see a single tear rolling down her cheek as she gazed up at the stars. She looked angelic under the glow emanating from the distant streetlamps and I wanted more than anything to wipe that tear away. Instead, I reached over taking her hand in mine and we swayed back and forth in a comfortable silence.

She eventually pulls her hand away as a cold chill swept over her. Wrapping the flannel shirt tightly around her small frame she hugged herself for warmth. Without thought I stand, shrugging out of my leather jacket before offering my hand to her.

“Thank you, Noah, but I’m good.” She says looking from my offered hand to the jacket.

Sighing, I roll my eyes. “Riley, if you don’t quit being so hardheaded and take the damn jacket! I know you’re cold and I’ll be fine with just my hoodie.”

She glares at me for a moment before placing her tiny hand in mine and allowing me to pull her into a standing position and turning. I slide the heavy leather up her arms and over her shoulders before she turns back with a small thankful smile.

“See, fits like a glove.” I chuckle seeing how the jacket swallows her, her hands not even peeking through the cuffs.

A giggle sounds as she holds her arms out, looking down at herself, and doing a spin before she returns to the swing, grabbing the chains and swaying back and forth.

Going behind, I slowly begin to push her, her head falling back as she goes higher and higher, her eyes closing and smile spreading across her face. Her innocence and enjoyment in that moment dispersing any of the heaviness left over from the previous conversation.

We spent a little while longer talking about a little of this and that before we agree it’s getting late, and we should probably head back towards the ice cream shop. The conversation never dying out as we return the way we came.

Upon making it back to the empty parking lot I shove my hands into my hoodie pocket as we stand in front of my mustang.

“Is this beauty yours!?” She asks, her eyes roving over my pride and joy, hand extending like she wants to touch it.

Laughing, I nod. “Yep, I restored it myself.”  Glancing around I notice her SUV is no where in sight. “Uh Ry… where’s your vehicle?” I ask, a crease forming on my forehead.

Picking up on my worry another giggle sounds. “I don’t live that far away so I decided to walk.”

I relax immediately but look at my watch. There’s no way I’m letting her walk home alone after dark. “Can I give you a ride home?”

“What’s wrong, you don’t think I can make it home on my own?” she teases quirking an eyebrow.

“Oh, I have no doubt you would, with that all that sass you keep caged in that small frame of yours. However, I was raised to always make sure a lady arrives home safely.” I shrug.

“How do I know you aren’t really a serial killer and going to kidnap me? You did invite me to a mafia ran ice cream shop after all.” She quips, sticking her tongue out at me.

“Damn, you caught me! Fortunately for you, I left my murder van back home and there’s no way I’m risking any damage or getting blood in this.” I slap my hand on the roof of my car.

She dramatically thinks it over, bringing her fingers to her chin. “Well, if you insist… but don’t get any ideas. The only ride I want tonight is in your mustang, not on you.” She eyes me crossing her arms over her chest, but she can’t keep it together and the edges of her lips curve up into a smile.

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll keep my hands to myself. Scouts honor… or something like that.” I promise, chuckling as I cross my fingers over my chest before holding them up in the air.

Finding my response satisfactory she nods, so I proceed around to the passenger side unlocking and opening the door for her. Closing it gently behind her, I slide into the driver’s seat turning the key in the ignition. The engine roars to life and I release the e-brake, moving from neutral to first gear as she gives me her address and we pull out of the lot.

It doesn’t take long until we’re pulling into her drive. She goes to open her door and I tut, stopping her. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I rush out and around opening the door like the gentleman I am and extend my hand to help her out as she grabs her backpack from the floorboard.

We come to a stop at the path leading to her front door as she turns to me. “Thanks for the ride. And tonight, it was fun.” She says looking up with those eyes, those beautiful icy blue eyes.

 “I enjoyed it too.” I reply, unable to look away.

We stand there awkwardly for a moment before I pull her into a goodbye hug. Although things went well, I get the feeling a kiss isn’t in the cards tonight and I don’t want to ruin my chance with her.

“So much for keeping your hands to yourself.” She calls me out followed by one of her adorable giggles.

“What can I say, you have such a huggable personality. I couldn’t resist.” I say releasing her and taking a step back. “Goodnight, Ry.”

“Goodnight, Noah.”

With that she walks away. I lean against my car, my legs crossed in front of me, watching to make sure she gets in safely. She looks back one final time as the key slides in the lock. I pull a hand from my hoodie pocket and give her a salute as she waves with a smile before slipping inside, still wearing my leather jacket.

I hadn’t forgotten but it seems she had. That just gives me an excuse to see her again, right? I climb back into my mustang, revving the engine before pulling out, cranking the radio, and heading home all the while that goofy smile plastered on my face.

Riley’s POV:

I close and lock the door behind me, setting my backpack on the table and sliding down the door to the floor as Hades comes to greet me.

“Hades!” I greet hugging him. “I had such a good time.”

He licks my nose and nudges me as if telling me to continue.

“We went to the park after getting ice cream.” His ears perked up at the word park and I smile. “We talked for hours, getting to know each other. There were never even any weird uncomfortable moments either.”

I hear Noah’s engine rev and the sound of his car growing distant.

“He was such a gentleman too. Well, most of the time.” I laugh leaning my head back against the door. I really needed this. I couldn’t stop smiling and I can’t remember the last time I’d felt so content.

Hades takes that as his opportunity to sniff me, I look down at him questioningly. That’s when I see him sniffing the black leather. I gasp, having completely forgotten Noah had let me wear his jacket! I must admit it did keep me warm though. Sighing, I pull it tighter around me before bringing my knees to my chest and resting my head on my crossed arms. My nose filled with the scent of leather and him.

This one was a bit longer. Lots more playful/flirty bantering. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it. 🖤

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For Her Sake - Chapter 13

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The past two weeks have been impossibly crazy.

Between Cat being a bitch and purposefully setting her up with impossible tasks that are just a pain in the ass to try and fulfil and the weather being non-stop rain, Kara has never been so glad to reach the weekend, especially knowing that as soon as she leaves the office in less than an hour, she’s most likely never going to have to walk back in here ever again.

Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Winn waving her over. She smiles and gets up, grabbing a little something off her desk on her way over and hiding it in her palm.

“Hey.” She stops beside his desk.

“Hey, how are you doing? How does it feel to be nearing the end?” Winn leans back in his chair, spinning it around so he’s facing her better. “You’re going to be free in right around…” he flips his wrist dramatically to check his watch, “fifty-one minutes.”

Kara shrugs. “I have no idea how I feel. It’s kind of a relief but it’s also kind of, I don’t know…sad? I’m going to miss this place, or at least miss what it used to be. I’m glad to see the back of the never-ending to-do list I’ve been working off the last couple of weeks though. I’m really excited to start over at Reign though, I think a fresh start is exactly what I’ve been needing and with Alex working at L-Corp it’s setting us up to be just fine. We’re finally getting somewhere, Winn and it feels just so refreshing.”

Winn grins at her. “You look happy.”

“I am.”

“I’m not happy.” Winn follows up on his previous statement.

Kara’s happy demeanour drops in an instant. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not happy that you’ve been using the daycare for Alex’s job to take care of Lori where I can still pick her up. You know I love that kid.”

Kara shakes her head. “Winn, that was before I found out you were taking a pay cut to finish early to go and get her. It’s free for the daycare and you can still come over whenever you want and take her out on a weekend of anything where you’re not losing money just to help us out.”

“Ok, it was like, barely any money difference and it’s not the same. Even if it’s not every day, give me like…two days a week or something? Come on…it’s just two days.” He can see Kara breaking so he leans closer, pouting obnoxiously. “Please.”

Kara leans back, giggling slightly and giving in. “Ok, ok. Two days a week. Whichever two suit you best.”

“Good.” He drops the pout, chuckling along with her and beaming. “I miss the little munchkin.”

“You only saw her like, three days ago.”

“My point still stands.”

Kara presses her fingers into the thing in her hand. “I’ve got a little something for you.”

“If it’s not the Pikachu figurine from your desk, I don’t want it.”

Kara smiles and puts that very item on his desk, watching closely as his eyes light up. “You’re in luck. I won’t have a desk at Reign so this is for you.”

Winn snatches it up the second Kara’s hand has retracted, lifting the little figurine up and closer to his face so he can look at it closely. “Really? You’re serious? You’re giving me your desk Pikachu?”

“I am.” Kara folds her arms feeling kind of cool because she’s giving Winn something he’s been asking for since she got the little thing a couple of years back.

“You’re really giving me the Pikachu that you found in the parking lot at Comic-Con?”

“I am. Please cherish it, it took a lot of energy for me to bend down to pick it up.” Kara laughs taking it from him and positioning it between a few of his other collectables. “It’s also to help keep you company since we all know you’ll be super lonely here without me, I am like, the best person ever.”

Winn looks at the Pikachu fondly before looking up at Kara with the same look in his eyes. “I know that’s a joke but I’m really going to miss seeing you pretty much every day. I mean, I’ll still come visit you and I’m really happy you’re happy but I am going to miss you.”

“I’m really going to miss you too. You’re what made working here so fun.” Kara grabs his arm, pulling him up so he’s standing and she can give him a proper hug. “Thanks for making my time here so good, it wouldn’t have been half as amazing as it was if you weren’t here.”

She goes to pull back but Winn’s strong arms stop her, keeping her in the hug and she realizes why just moments later when she feels something wet hit her shoulder. Rather than call attention to it, she just holds him tightly, her arms strong against his back as she lets him take his time.

Kara had no idea that he cared about her enough to cry about her leaving. He’s her best friend and they are still going to see each other but he’s taking this hard, obviously not putting up any resistance for her sake so she doesn’t second guess a decision that is good for her and Lori.

He pulls back after a long sniff, frantically wiping at his eyes. “Sorry, it just got real.”

Kara runs her hands up and down his upper arms, trying her best to soothe him. “Don’t be sorry, Winn. Hey, why don’t you come back to our place tonight? We’ve managed to put some money aside for takeout and we’re ordering pizza so if you want to come and hang out with the coolest people on Earth, you’re welcome to.”

“Ok.” Winn nods, taking no convincing. “I want to play Mario Kart though.”

“Whatever you want,” Kara says. “Now get back to work, we still have like, forty-five minutes left before we’re free and while it doesn’t matter for me, you can still get fired.”

Winn grumbles. “Uh, I hate that. Is Reign hiring? I am not above following you.”

“Unfortunately not and we both know you couldn’t do a job that doesn’t involve computers, you’re very smart but I would not trust you to carry plates across a room without tripping.” Kara backs away, a big grin on her face. “Now, hop to it, Winslow. Work, now.”

Winn twizzles his chair back around, mumbling what sound like some very inappropriate words under his breath.

Kara heads back to her desk, plopping down in her chair with a thump. It’s half broken, about to give way any day now but she put in a maintenance request weeks ago and it never got replaced, she doesn’t have to worry about it anymore.

With just a little bit of time left, she decides to pack up the few things she still has on her desk. Most of it has been going home with her each night over the past couple of weeks but there are a few things still to come home with her so she grabbed an empty box on her way back from lunch and has had it stored just behind her chair since for this exact moment.

Kara places it down on the floor at her side and slowly begins piling things into it starting with the little plant she has had on her desk which she still hasn’t figured out if it’s fake or real but she has been watering for the past year with the dregs of her coffee at least twice a week. It is placed in the corner of the box, leaving lots of space for the few books she’s got in the bottom drawer of her desk, the ones she has sneakily been reading whenever there’s a free few minutes at work and Cat is out in a meeting. She’s never taken them home because the thought of the weight of them hanging off her shoulder was too awful to think about but now, she’s got no other choice.

There are several knickknacks and random objects that she’s not even sure when they migrated from her place to the office but she’s taking them home anyway. Just to be petty, she ends up taking her good pair of scissors and her stapler too because she bought them a while ago when it was taking too long for her requests to go through, that was back before the accident when she had the money to do things like that.

There’s just one thing left to go, a picture of her, Alex and Lori. It’s just a small one, mostly because she was always too afraid to show off her personal life too much but looking at that picture and seeing what she was working for has always given her the strength to get through the days that were otherwise unbearable. She’s spent a lot of time looking at it since she put her resignation in.

As soon as her desk is clear of everything except for her laptop and CatCo schedules and such, the things she can’t take home because it’s CatCo property, she closes the lid of the box and pushes it to one side. There’s not a lot she can do now, she worked through lunch to make sure all of Cat’s scheduling is done for the next week just so it can’t be said that she didn’t treat her fairly in her leave so there’s literally nothing left for her to do.

A glance over at Winn and his screen shows her that he is fully focused on his work so she can’t just annoy him so she’s got to look busy. She grabs one of her notebooks that she put in her box, she found several because she used to have a problem with buying notebooks she will never write in, and flips it open to a random blank page and then starts scribbling random lines, zigzagging along the page just to pass the time.

With only fifteen minutes left, she does that for a solid five before giving up and tossing it into the box again and then lifting it onto her desk. She then wanders around the bullpen and starts saying her goodbyes.

Most of the people there have been lovely to her and she knows a lot of them well through short conversations in the break room and through early morning elevator chitchat. They are all surprised that she’s leaving since she never told anyone and well, in most cases where someone is an assistant at a big company like this one, it’s so they can progress there and climb rank so it’s odd that she’s leaving whilst still only on the bottom rung.

She makes her rounds, getting a lot of well wishes and hugs along the way and then heads back to her desk where Winn is waiting, his bag slung over his shoulder.

“Are you ready?”

“Can you wait a couple of minutes? There’s one more person I need to say goodbye to.”

“Sure,” Winn says but tilts his head at her, confused and unsure who else she could need to speak to.

His eyebrows practically shoot up into his hairline when she walks past him and knocks on the glass door of Ms Grant’s office.

“Ms Grant?”

“Yes?” Cat looks up from her computer looking bored.

“I’m leaving now so I wanted to come and say goodbye.” Kara walks through the office, stopping just short of her desk. “I want to leave on good terms with you, I have a lot of good memories here and this place still means a lot to me so I was hoping we could just put the past behind us and I can just go without any regrets.”

Cat stares at her suspiciously as Kara sticks her hand out towards her. “Why?”

“Because before everything happened, I thought we were friends and I’d like to leave that way, even if we never end up seeing each other again. Besides, it’s good for your reputation if everyone out there sees me leaving on a good note.” She nods her head aimlessly towards the bullpen where most people are packing up their things to go home.

With a touch of reluctance, Cat reaches over and shakes her hand, her grip a lot stronger than Kara imagined someone of her stature would be capable of. “Kara, I may not agree with your choices, especially your choice to leave but I do admire your drive to take care of your family, I can respect that. I wish you well.”

“You too, Ms Grant. I did your schedules for next week to give whoever you’re replacing me with a chance to figure their crap out. Call it a parting gift. Try not to make them cry.” Kara smiles warmly at her one last time before leaving, aware of Cat’s piecing gaze pinned on her back as she makes her way out for the last time.

Winn is holding her box, having been not-so-sneakily watching their interaction from his spot leaning against her desk. “You ok?”

“I am,” Kara answers and goes to take her box but Winn holds it out of her reach.

“Not a chance, now let’s go, I’m starving.”

“Me too.” Kara mumbles, somehow, not quite as sad as she thought she would be to see the back of this building that has been a major part of her life for years.

-

Kara and Winn get back to the apartment before Alex does because she’s picking Lori up too so for the first time in a while, she gets the place to herself, well almost to herself but Winn doesn’t count.

“Why don’t you set up Mario Kart while I go and run and have a quick shower before Alex and Lori get back?” Kara says, her question really a demand.

“You got it, boss,” Winn answers, taking one of Alex’s beers that Kara offers to him on her way through the bedroom to the bathroom.

She’s purposefully quick because she doesn’t want to make Winn wait and she doesn’t know exactly what time Alex will get back because usually, she’s home long after Alex gets back because she takes public transportation but Winn drove here today so what is a trip that usually takes over an hour was little more than fifteen to twenty minutes.

Hopping out of the shower, she throws on some comfy pants and a blue cotton tee, dressing mostly for comfort and dries her hair, not bothering with make-up.

Winn is on the couch scrolling through his phone when Kara wanders back out into the living room. “Hey, it’s all set to go, want to start now or are we waiting until Alex and Lori get here?”

“We should probably wait until they get here, I love that little girl but man does she get competitive and I don’t want to hear her spend the night complaining that we got a head start.” Kara sinks into the couch beside Winn, her head instantly leaning back into the cushions and her eyes half-closing.

“Your closed eyes tell me you’d like to sit in silence while we wait for them.”

“That’s one hundred percent correct.” Kara mumbles.

“You’re a terrible host but ok.” Winn snickers, his eyes falling back to his phone right away. He doesn’t mind just sitting here with Kara, it won’t be the first time they have gone to hang out and just ended up sitting in the same room doing two separate tasks in complete silence.

Within a couple of minutes, the past two weeks and the relief of finally leaving that place in the past where it belongs has Kara snoring, her head thrown all the way back and Winn silently laughing at her, his shoulder shaking and his fist clenched between his teeth so he doesn’t wake her. His laughter dies down after a couple of minutes but every once in a while he does look up from his phone to smile at her.

She’s still snoring when Alex unlocks the front door and sighs her way through it, Lori skipping in right in front of her. Lori spots her mom and Winn and runs over to them, her eyes bright and joyful. She clambers into Kara’s lap, effectively waking her up and wrapping her little arms around her. “Mommy! You’re home before us!”

“I am, I missed you today, baby.” Kara pulls her close for a cuddle. “Have you had a good day?”

“Uh huh, the best, we got to play in the sand pit and then Aunty Alex invited Lena to come for dinner and she said yes!”

Kara’s eyes widen and she looks over to see Alex standing in the kitchen with none other than Lena Luthor. “Oh yes, I see that. Why don’t you and Uncle Winn catch up so I can go and say hi?”

Winn wants to argue, he wants to meet Lena, she’s basically his idol, but he settles for an excitable little girl instead who is already wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Lena, hi!” Kara greets Lena, heading into the kitchen. “I’m so glad you could make it, especially after I had to cancel on you for dinner before. I’m sorry about that, I was really looking forward to it too.”

Alex throws her hands up. Kara has yet to greet her but is already all over Lena. She shouldn’t have invited her because now she’s stuck watching them moon after each other, neither of them ballsy enough to notice the way the other has a very obvious crush on them.

Lena rests her hand on Kara’s forearm. “Don’t worry about it. It sounds like you’ve had a hell of a time finishing up your time at CatCo. How does it feel to not work there anymore?”

Kara lets out a heavy puff of air. “I don’t even know. It’s strange, I think I’ll miss it but I’m also super excited to start working with Sam. I’m sure you’ve heard all about the time I saw her for lunch a couple of weeks ago, she was lovely. I managed to part ways with Ms Grant in a nice way really, we shook hands and agreed to leave the past in the past so I guess I can’t wish for more.”

“Sam did tell me about that, I should probably warn you that while she’s nice, she’s a blabbermouth to the people she’s closest to, so anything you tell her, she’s probably going to tell me and our other friend, Jack, if you don’t specifically tell her to keep it to herself.”

“Noted.” Kara nods. “Now, shall we order? I’m starving.”

“I’m so down for that.” Alex interrupts them with a small stack of takeout menus, “Winn, Lori, want to come and help pick where we eat?”

Winn grabs Lori, swinging her around as he stands up, making her squeal as he does so and for a second, Kara’s heart is in her mouth because while she trusts Winn, she’s terrified of Lori potentially getting hurt. Her hand flies to her chest, covering her rapidly beating heart. “Careful.” She warns when he settles beside her with Lori propped on his hip.

He sends her a sheepish look before focusing on the menus. “I know we agreed on pizza but I’m thinking that maybe we should order Chinese too, it’s been far too long since I’ve seen you inhale an ungodly amount of potstickers in one sitting.”

Kara clears her throat awkwardly in a mixture of embarrassment because he just really said that in front of Lena and because she feels bad because they have guests over and they can’t afford to get both pizza and Chinese food. “I don’t know, Winn. Maybe we should just stick to the pizza.”

“How about a deal then, you get the pizza you seem to so desperately want and I’ll get the Chinese food, deal?” Winn argues and then sticks out his hand like it’s a done deal.

“Ooh, How about I order Big Belly Burger too?” Lena asks, spotting a menu for there. “I haven’t had one of their burgers in way too long and it’s kind of my guilty pleasure. Come on, let’s make a feast out of it. I’ll order those, Winn gets the potstickers and you guys get the pizza, fair and square.”

Kara knows what they are playing at. Alex does too, to be fair, but she doesn’t really care. Kara feels bad that they have invited Winn and Lena over yet they are going to be paying for a good chunk of the food, it doesn’t feel right but she can’t do much about it, they know what they are doing and this is their way of doing it as delicately as they can without outright saying that they are helping to pay because they know that they are broke.

Well, not broke, not anymore. Alex has been getting paycheques now, weekly ones that help them get on top of everything, but they have mostly just been using it to get up to date on everything so they have been paying off their debts and starting to backpay the rent they missed. As soon as that is done, a couple of months more they think, and then they can think about moving out and getting a better place, one where they all have their own beds at the very least. For that to happen though, they are following a very strict budget and even splurging tonight is a treat they shouldn’t really be splurging on but Alex insisted on celebrating Kara’s new job.

“Fine, fine, but just you guys wait until we manage to move into a new place, we’re going to buy so much food that you will have to roll out of the door when you want to leave.” Alex accepts their offer when it becomes clear that Kara’s not about to.

“Good.” Lena grins, already slipping her phone out of her pocket and starting to order her portion of the food, Winn and Alex doing the same too while Kara plucks Lori off of Winn’s side and pulls her close into another cuddle, only getting slightly offended when she starts wriggling and trying to get to Lena, her little arms reaching out towards her.

Lena, despite being guilted into sitting beside her on the way here, reaches out and lets Lori climb her way over from Kara’s arms into hers, propping Lori’s butt onto the edge of the counter so she can still finish placing the order of a bunch of cheeseburgers, fries, onion rings and milkshakes. They are all eating well tonight.

“Lena, Lena, Uncle Winn set up Mario Kart!” Lori grabs at Lena’s shirt, bunching it in her tiny fists as she excitedly speaks.

“Really? Can you show me?” Lena asks, smiling at how adorable Lori is and putting her down, her heart melting when Lori grabs her hand to take her to the couch.

Kara follows them with her eyes first, her blue orbs soft with the joy that comes with Lori having so many people around that love and care for her. There’s not a person on the planet that she couldn’t force to love her. With that thought in mind, she follows them, sitting on the other side of Lori so she’s sandwiched between her and Lena.

Winn and Alex come and perch on the floor on cushions, their backs to the couch and their focus on the screen, this is about to get competitive.

-

Lena has made it to the kitchen having managed to finally extract the clingy little koala of a girl off her. She’s now fully leaning into Winn’s side, cheering him on in his game against Alex, who seems to be outraged that her niece is cheering against her.

She’s super thirsty and since the food and milkshakes haven’t arrived yet, she’s just planning on grabbing water or something out of the refrigerator but when she opens it, she’s hit with a wave of desire she thought she had banished to the past.

Alex’s beers sit on the shelf enticing her. She hasn’t had a drink in weeks, something she’s really proud of, but the longing is still there, especially when she gets home at night to an empty apartment and there’s nobody around to disappoint but herself. This is a new low though, she’s in Kara’s apartment, gagging for a cheap beer just because she could get a taste of what she’s been depriving herself of.

Without really thinking, her hand reaches out, softly encasing one of the beers but before she can pick it up, Lori appears beside her, tugging on her pants. “Lena, Lena, juice please.”

It’s enough to snap her out of it and make her hat herself a little because of how close she was to taking a beer. With Lori at her side though, she knows she can’t do that, she can’t get away with doing that, so she pours out some juice for Lori and then some for herself. She sends Lori off back to the others but takes a breather, leaning back against the counter and purposefully not looking towards the refrigerator because of the shame.

She stares down into her glass, taking small sips every now and again whilst ignoring the tiny voice in her head telling her that it would be better if it had alcohol in it.

Lena purposefully chases away that voice though. She was an alcoholic, maybe not as bad as other people are, not by a long shot, but she was dependent on her drinks at the end of the night to get her through to the next morning and her yearning for drinks is her body telling her that something is missing, a part of her routine that she became addicted to so she could soothe herself enough to sleep through the night. She doesn’t need that now, she can find meaning in her life without it, she has reasons to get up the next day that aren’t found at the bottom of a glass.

She’s so caught up in her own mind that she barely notices Kara sliding next to her. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Are you ok?” Kara questions, her brow knitted in worry. “You had…a moment.”

Lena nods slowly, even more ashamed now she knows that Kara saw her, and what she almost did. “I did.”

“It’s normal to have moments of temptation, Lena, and for the record, I’m so proud of how long you’ve gone. I think it’s really brave, what you’ve been doing.” Kara rests her hand on Lena’s forearm tenderly, her lips curved into a small smile.

“Maybe but it wasn’t appropriate of me to have almost taken one of those beers. I was close.”

“But you didn’t. You came through.” Kara’s voice is soft and gentle in a way that makes Lena want to cry big fat tears until she’s got no more to cry. “Besides, if I had known you were coming I would have made sure there was no alcohol in the apartment before you got here so you wouldn’t be put in the position where you have to make hard choices.”

Lena ducks her head. “You don’t have to do that for me.”

“I don’t but I want to. You’ve been so good to us and let’s be real, Lori loves you more than me, if there’s anything I can do for you, you know I’m only a call away.”

“There is something you can do for me.” Lena tries carefully.

Kara’s head whips up. “Anything.”

Lena almost laughs at how eager Kara sounds and takes a tiny bit of joy in bursting her bubble. “Stop acting like you owe me something, you don’t. The truth is, helping you guys out, and spending time with you, it’s benefitted me a lot more than it has you. I only have two friends in the city, Sam and Jack, and we don’t get to see each other nearly as often as we’d like because of how busy we are, it makes planning times to get together awful and difficult. You’ve opened your home to me many times now when I had no one else to spend time with, nobody willing, it means a lot to me.”

Kara scrunches her face thoughtfully and Lena can’t help but think that she looks kind of cute. She takes several long moments to come up with something to say and each passing second makes Lena’s nerves grow. “Lena, I didn’t know that hanging out with us means that much to you. I kind of thought we were annoying you by asking you over all the time and that you’ve just been humouring us.”

“Not at all.” Lena shakes her head. “I love it actually, as sad as that sounds. I haven’t had friends that I get to see this often since I was in college and I know that sounds clingy and weird but just getting to see you pretty much every week helps me a lot and if it weren’t for you, I don’t think I could’ve stopped drinking the way I did. I don’t think I would’ve had the balls to. I mean it sucked, especially at the beginning. I didn’t realize how bad it was until I stopped, but I have to give you credit for that choice.”

“The only person that deserves credit for that is you, Lena.” Kara bumps her shoulder with Lena’s. “And just for the record, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stop thanking you or feeling indebted to you because you saved our asses but I’ll try if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“It does,” Lena confirms. “I think you would have managed to save your own butts anyway.”

“Not from that much debt we wouldn’t have. You gave my daughter a chance at a life she wouldn’t have had if we hadn’t met. I do regret what I did but I can’t find it in me to regret being at your building that day.”

“Lena takes a long sip of her juice. “I don’t regret hiding you from the guards.”

Kara and Lena share a look, one of mutual amusement, before falling into a fit of giggles. They get a few strange looks from both Winn and Alex but ignore them, their giggles too much for them to contain.

Once they manage to reign in their laughter, Lena looks over at the couch where Alex and Winn are sitting with Lori, her face thoughtful as her gaze settles on Winn. She nudges Kara with her elbow. “So, Winn seems nice. Are the two of you—”

“No, we’re just friends,” Kara answers, not needing to hear the end of the question to guess what she was thinking. “He’s been my best friend ever since I started at CatCo. He bumped into me in the elevator when I was going for my job interview and we’ve sort of just stuck together ever since. I don’t know what I’d do without him, he even changed his shift pattern at work to be able to look after Lori when we needed him to and he was always available to pick her up from school, all without asking anything in return. He’s been incredible and he’s the best uncle Lori could ever have.”

Lena feels a rush of admiration for the guy. She had no idea that he was doing all of that and shifted his life around to make it easier for Kara and Alex to juggle everything they had on their plates. “I didn’t know that.”

Kara shrugs. “He’s a big softie. He loves Lori and would do anything for her, just like the rest of us. As much as I love him though, there’s never been anything romantic between us. I mean, he did try to kiss me once and asked me out but he was very respectful when I turned him down and just went back to being my best friend, with no hard feelings or weirdness. He’s one of a kind. Why are you asking about him anyway? Are you interested in him?”

Lena shakes her head quicker than she ever has before. “Oh, no, no, no, nothing like that. I just thought you two were close and maybe you were together. I prefer the company of ladies myself, as adorable as your hobbit friend is.”

Kara chuckles. “He has been known to be called that every once in a while.” She ignores Lena’s other statement, unsure what to make of how it makes her somehow happy and trying to will away the thunderous beating of her heart.

Lena clears her throat. “I have another request.”

“Shoot.” Kara’s surprised to hear it but she’s more than open to it.

“You guys had to cancel on coming over for dinner on me twice now and while I get it, I still want you to come over so if you could make it tomorrow or Sunday, I would appreciate it.”

Kara’s face splits into a grin. “Well, it would be rude of me to turn that request down, wouldn’t it?”

“It would, so when are you free?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Good, call it six?”

“Six it is.” Kara agrees and then jumps when there’s a loud knock at the door. “That’ll be the food.”

Alex has to grab Lori to stop her from charging for the door. She’s Kara’s daughter through and through so she loves her food just as much as her mom does and would happily tackle the delivery person just to get the first bite of the pizza.

Kara and Lena open the door and accept the food. Two of the three deliveries arrive at once, the pizza and the Big Belly Burger order and just as Lena is swinging the door closed, she spots the delivery person for the Chinese food too, catching the door just before it slams so she could take it from him. “Thank you very much.” She slips him a tip, one much too large for what would be deemed ordinary, especially for the building they are in. He probably thinks he just got paid to keep quiet about something he isn’t even aware he saw.

It all gets piled up on the coffee table and it quickly becomes a free for all, each of them snagging whatever it is they want right out of the bags, Kara managing to wrangle a full container of potsticker for herself with no remorse, only sharing with Lori because she got given puppy dog eyes that she’s all too aware mirror her own. It almost makes her feel bad that she uses it on other people. People like Winn.

“Winn, please, you have two burgers, please give me one,” Kara begs, pouting for good measure and then cackling evilly as soon as he gives in and hands one over, taking a slice of pizza for himself as a trade-off.

Lena smirks at the exchange around a bite of her burger, trying her best not to moan at the incredible taste of it. Big Belly Burger is her go-to cheat food and it never gets old, if she weren’t worried about her health and the possibility of blocked arteries, she’d eat it every day.

The sound of milkshakes being slurped and lips smacking fills the air and while the noise would usually make Lena want to burst her own eardrums just so she can stop hearing it because it’s so grating, today it’s a symphony she could listen to on repeat. She’s surrounded by people that are genuinely good and actually care about her.

She was shocked earlier when she stopped by to check on the L-Corp building where Alex works. She made a point of only checking on Alex after talking to a lot of other employees first to not blow her cover and nobody seemed to suspect a thing, definitely not thinking anything of it and not suspecting Alex of secretly recording them doing a hell of a lot of illegal stuff and slowly but surely gathering evidence on them.

While she was checking on her, Alex mentioned them celebrating Kara’s last day at CatCo and invited her over and well, Lena is struggling to say no to any chance to see Kara. She might have a weak spot for the blonde.

Lena looks around at the small group, her eyes lingering on two people in particular and sighs happily, her heart jumping for joy knowing she’s going to be able to do this again tomorrow. Winn belches loudly, making Kara laugh loudly and she makes a mental note to invite him over too. He seems like a good guy and a great person to have in her corner.

As she’s looking around, she notices Alex staring at her and when they make eye contact, Alex smiles at her, sending her an awkward thumbs up, one that she returns just as awkwardly.

If anyone had told her that she could find some semblance of happiness on the floor of a run-down apartment in a building that should probably be condemned, she would have laughed in their face, now, she’s just thankful she’s found it and is going to keep a firm grip on it with both hands.

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“Understand” Rk800 Connor x Reader

(A/N: Thank you for your request! It’s self-indulgent for us both, then. Caring for oneself takes work sometimes, lots of practice. But Connor is here!!! Warnings: minor angst, use of (Y/N) for your name Word Count: 721 words)

Weekends were looked forward to by many. The end of the work week for some people. Also a day to visit others to a number of people.

Late into the afternoon, you had finished your visits and social obligations for the day.

Not yet home, you sat outside on a city bench. The day’s activities weighing you down. Muscles in your arms and even your face tried to relax. You hoped a bit of fresh air could help.

For the first time in over five hours, you had time for yourself. Quiet and stillness in your personal space. Nothing left for you to do for other. Hopefully, for the rest of the day if you were lucky.

In your mind, your thoughts zipped between one past conversation to another and any action weaved throughout. However loud, you knew eventually you would work through the thoughts and memories until you could return to your regular streams of thoughts. You just needed some time.

You exhaled slowly.

I really don’t want them to call me later, you thought as you watched some birds squawk at one another. They talked…the whole time.

A light breeze tickled your skin, but you didn’t mind nor move. It was nature not a family member ‘asking’ you to do something.

“(Y/N)?”

With a mild startle, you turned to see your friend, Connor, standing with his LED spinning yellow.

“Connor? Hi, what are yo— OH!”

I completely forgot.

“Are you all right?” Connor asked. “We were supposed to meet an hour ago.”

“I’m so sorry. I completely forgot. I was with my family and being around them,” you took a breath, “it’s hard to think straight.”

“It’s all right,” Connor said more calmly than his words a few moments ago. “How long have you been sitting here?”

“Don’t know.” You huffed.

At that, Connor joined you on the bench.

“It’s just…been a day. I’m tired.”

“You visited some family today. Was it a party?”

“No,” you stretched your neck and added, “I ended up helping with the TV, phone settings, a laundry issue, and rearranging furniture. Multiple times. It was… They just kind of decided on it since I was there too. And I helped.”

“You moved furniture? (Y/N), you had put in a full week of work.”

“I know.” You couldn’t look at your friend. “I just did it. They needed help.”

“Weren’t other people there? You didn’t have to do everything.”

You nodded.

“Did you want to do all of those tasks?”

“No, but that doesn’t really matter.”

“Why not?”

“Because they needed those things done.”

Connor placed his hand on your shoulder, offering a type of warmth you had been neglected for a while. A gesture you denied yourself and he knew. Of course Connor knew.

He needs to understand that’s just how it is, you thought. They tell you to do something or ask whatever and you do it. That’s it. Either you do it or you can’t.

“It’s not a choice, Connor. If I didn’t help them, wouldn’t that make me lazy or rude? I’d never hear the end of it. And…they needed help.”

You looked over to your friend. Brown eyes stared back at you.

“(Y/N), it’s not wrong to step aside to allow other people to help. You don’t have to do everything for others. In fact, it’s impossible for you to always help someone especially if you’re uncomfortable or are not well.”

“But…”

He shook his head, a sad expression on his charming face. “No. I’ve all ready seen you overwork yourself. It isn’t healthy. You know, don’t you?”

Shoulders slumping, you leaned into your friend.

“I’m tired.”

Connor wrapped his arm around you and let you rest into his side. “You don’t have to do anything right now. We can sit here for as long as you want.”

Pressing your lips in a thin line, you suppressed the tears trying to escape. Too tired to discuss how right Connor was and too grateful to have Connor as a caring friend.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you practice taking your own needs first, when appropriate, please?”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask. You can be happy too.”

Smiling, you wrapped your arms around Connor’s middle and took the first step in thinking about your own comfort.

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Highschool Reunion - Chris Evans fan fiction

Summary: Reader receives an invitation in the mail for her class year reunion & bumps into her ex Chris Evans at the event who broke her heart a few years earlier

Warnings: mentions of past heart break, swearing, angst, maybe some intense moments, let me know if I missed anything, also there isn’t a happy ending in this fic.

Flashback:

“Y/N.. I’m sorry but we need to break up.” Chris said.

I sat there in shock and my mind was spinning I had no idea what to say to the love of my life after hearing those words.

I looked at Chris and said “what.. what brought this on Chris?”

Chris said “I got a new job opportunity in California and it’s a long term job.. you have your life and I have mine and .. I think it’s best if we end this now.. I’m sorry.”

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Present day: 6 years later

I was not expecting this to happen today, I completely put high school out of my mind but today I got an invitation to my class year high school reunion for tonight at 7pm. I’ve been sitting here staring at the invitation for over an hour .. so many memories.

My roommate Andi who is also my closest friend said “Y/N you should go, it would be good for you to get out and have fun.”

I looked over at Andi and said “Will you come with me???”

Andi said “I totally would but sadly I have a shift today at the restaurant today I’m sorry but I’m sure you’ll have fun!”

I felt my phone buzz and it was a notification to rsvp for the reunion and little did I know what would be waiting for me…

Time Skip….

7pm: I got to the school and as I walked up to the doors I felt my stomach go into knots with how nervous I was about this.

“Hey Y/N!! Oh my gosh it’s been too long!!” I heard from a person behind me.

I turn around and see my Highschool best friend Amanda and I got to hug her and said “Hey!! How are you? You look amazing!”

Amanda said “Thank you!! So do you girl!! How has everything been? What are you doing these days?..”

While she was talking I see the one person behind her walk in that I didn’t expect to see, my ex boyfriend Chris.. and he nodded at me and I freaked out inside.

I looked at Amanda and quickly said “hey I’m so sorry would you excuse me??”

Amanda said “oh of course but is everything ok?..” though I didn’t answer as I was walking.

I walked out and headed out to head home.

Before I even reached the car door I hear a familiar voice behind me saying “Hey wait please?..”

I nervously turned around and said “what are you doing here?..”

Chris started to walk closer and said “It’s our class Reunion, I wouldn’t miss this.”

I rolled my eyes and turned around to unlock my car door and I started to open it but before I could get in Chris pushed it closed and said “wait don’t go.. let’s catch up or talk for a minute.. please?..”

I looked at him remembering everything he said to me and did which caused a few tears to fall down my cheeks which I wiped away.

I said “We have nothing to say Chris.. please let me go.”

Chris looked at me with guilty look and said “Hey.. for what it’s worth I’m so sorry for hurting you.. I still hate myself for ever doing that I..”

I shook my head no and said “No don’t do that Chris .. you’re the one who ended it you don’t get to be the one to say this now.”

I turned around to open my car door and said “Goodbye Chris.”

I drove away looking back in the mirror at him watching me drive away and it honestly felt hard but really good to walk away even though I still will always .. love him

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 92)

Summary: Following 5 years away there’s a lot to adjust to

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Fluff! Angst! Kids saying things they don’t mean!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 92: Teething Problems

It had been nearly two months since the snap that brought everyone back and it was a day Steve had been secretly dreading for weeks. He knew it was coming, that it was the right thing to do for everyone, but it still sucked.

“well that’s the last of it” Steve sighs dusting off his hands as he jumped down from the moving van.

“thank you Steve, it would have taken hours if it wasn’t for you” Roberta smiles gratefully as she walks over to hug him.

“I’ll try not to be offended by that” a man huffed behind her, arms crossed over his chest.

“oh shut it Frank you know what I mean,” Roberta says rolling her eyes at him.

“a thank you would still be nice after driving up the length of the country to help move you back down to Florida” Frank points out.

“Thank you Frank” Roberta sighs “I’d forgotten how grumpy you could get” she mutters under her breath.

“you guys all done?” you ask walking out of the house, JJ and Mary following behind you.

“yep all sorted, we should probably get on the road soon we might be able to reach DC by nightfall,” Frank says wiping his hands on a rag as he walked over.

“you’re going already?” JJ pouts looking up at Roberta.

“yeah I am little man but I promise you can visit whenever you like, and I’ll try and come up and visit too,” Roberta says hugging him tightly.

“Frank can’t we stay longer” Mary whines walking over to her uncle “JJ has the best legos and a dog”

“and we have a one-eyed cat at home who probably wants to get back to his ping pong balls” Frank points out.

“but I gave Bonnie ping pong balls before we left” Mary argues.

“the answer is no squirt, now go say goodbye to JJ,” Frank says putting his hand on top of Mary’s head spinning her around and pushing her back towards JJ, Mary letting out a loud groan of annoyance.

“guess that means I should say my goodbyes too,” Roberta says with a sad smile as she walks over to Steve “It’s been lovely being your neighbour the past few years, and I’m so happy for you” she smiles hugging him tightly “promise to keep in touch”

“I promise, thank you so much for helping us out, I don’t know what I would have done” Steve sighs shaking his head.

“probably burnt the place to the ground” Roberta smirks making Steve laugh and nod his head “But don’t worry I’ve asked Tanya to keep me informed”

Roberta steps away to go say goodbye to you and JJ as Steve steps towards Frank holding his hand out “It was great meeting you Frank, Roberta talked about you a lot” Steve said shaking Frank’s hand.

A small smile tugged at Frank’s lips as he shook Steve’s hand “Yeah she’s great, real life saver” Frank nods.

“you could say that again,” Steve says making both men chuckle “And please visit when you can, it's nice to see the kids getting along,” he says nodding to the kids who were saying goodbye to each other.

“yeah and the same goes for you, Florida is a nice place if you don’t mind the humidity and mosquitos, and alligators,” Frank says looking less convinced as he spoke “but overall great place, with you know Disneyworld”

Steve laughs nodding his head “Oh we’ll definitely be making a visit at some point, JJ’s a big Disney fan”

Franks smiles nodding his head “They do make good movies” he admits.

“Hey, you two done bromancing yet?” Mary calls out, arms crossed over her chest “I wanna see Fred”

“hey hold on a second, you wanted to stay a few minutes ago” Frank points out.

“yeah, times change, people change whatever,” Mary says shrugging her shoulders.

Steve lets out a small chuckle “She’s one smart kid” he says to Frank.

“she’s a pain in my ass” Frank grumbles “C’mon then, get in the truck,” he says opening up the door and helping Mary up into the truck.

You and Steve say your final goodbyes before stepping back, JJ stood in front of the both of you as you wave them off.

“I liked Mary, she’s funny” JJ comments once the van turned the corner out of view.

“yeah hopefully we can find some time to visit them soon, now c’mon we should probably head inside and have some dinner,” Steve says patting JJ’s shoulder.

“sure I’ll get started on it” you agree as you all start walking back into the house.

“no it's okay, I’ve got it, you go relax” Steve smiles putting his hand on the small of your back.

“Oh, are you sure? I don’t mind I’m more than happy to help” you offer hoping he’d say yes.

“no I’m good I promise, go put your feet up” Steve smiles kissing your cheek.

“uh yeah sure” you nod forcing a small smile before stepping away into the living room while Steve carried on into the kitchen.

Sitting down on the couch, you grabbed one of the books you had borrowed from Steve and began to read. Or at least you tried to. you wanted to relax you really did but it just felt wrong. You wanted to be doing something, be helping out but whenever you offered Steve would tell you he had it covered.

You told yourself you should be grateful that you had a husband that did everything around the house, the cooking, the cleaning, laundry and dropping JJ to and from school. You remembered a time when it was the other way around, the argument that it caused between the two of you. But you didn’t want to put your feet up and relax, it just wasn’t sustainable.

You managed to wait 15 minutes before you shut the book, and made your way into the kitchen. You couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged on your lips as you watched Steve cooking, a tea towel thrown over his shoulder.

“is there anything I can do for you? cut some more veg? or set the table?” you offer leaning against the door frame.

Steve smiles as he looks over his shoulder at you “No it's okay, I prepped all the veg earlier so it’s just a matter of chucking it in, and I set the table while everything was warming up, but thanks anyway”

“oh wow, you’re really on it” you mutter in amazement, even you were never this on it when it came to cooking etc.

Steve sends you a playful smirk “Just doing my best” he grins.

“what about a drink? Glass of wine or a beer?” you offer walking towards the fridge.

“oh yeah I put some white in there earlier to chill, thought it would go nicely with dinner,” Steve says nodding to the fridge, your lips part in surprise as you open the fridge to indeed find a bottle of white wine in the fridge door “and there’s ice cubes in the freezer” Steve adds.

“wow Rogers, you’re really pulling out all the stops” you comment as you grab a couple of wine glasses and begin pouring you both a glass.

“I do it all for you princess” Steve smiles, stepping closer to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth “I’m nearly done so why don’t you call JJ down” he suggests.

You smile nodding your head grateful to actually have something to do, “sure not a problem” you say before walking out of the kitchen and towards the bottom of the stairs “JJ! Dinner’s nearly ready!” you call up the stairs.

“Okay, down in a minute!” JJ calls back from his room.

As you walk back into the kitchen Steve had already finished plating up and was putting the plates down on the table “Looks lovely Steve” You smile as you move to sit down.

Steve gives you a proud smile “I hope it tastes as good as it looks, my skills have improved but I don’t think they beat my chicken noodle soup” he winks.

It had been a minute or so and JJ hadn’t made his way downstairs, you hadn’t even heard any movement to suggest he was on his way “Did JJ say he was coming down?” Steve asks with a small frown on his face.

“yeah, he said he’d be down in a minute” You nod.

Steve gives a small annoyed sigh as he stands back up from the table, dropping his napkin onto the table “That means he’s still playing with Lego” he huffs walking out towards the stairs.

“JJ dinner’s on the table!” Steve calls out from the bottom of the stairs.

“coming!” JJ calls back and you instantly hear the sound of him making his way down the stairs.

You give them both a small smile as they walked back in and sat down at the table. You were trying to tell yourself that it was okay, you hadn’t made a mistake by not insisting JJ came straight down when you called. But it was hard not to, Steve had instantly recognised the excuse JJ gave you, and JJ didn’t even think twice when Steve called up. He just came straight downstairs. You were just having a bit of a bad day you told yourself, this feeling will pass and everything would feel normal.

“you okay?” Steve asked quietly when he spotted you looking off into the distance.

You force another smile “Yeah I’m great” you lie.

A couple of days later you and Steve had made your way into the centre of Brooklyn. He was off to meet the museum curator about the new exhibit, while you said you’d spend some time in the shops picking up a few things you needed. Mostly clothes.

Following the destruction of the compound, very few of your old belonging remained. The important things like memorabilia were fine as Steve had moved them into the house years ago, but things like clothes and other smaller things were pretty much all gone. T’Challa had also shipped over your belonging from your time in Wakanda, but with winter drawing in, shorts and vests weren’t appropriate attire.

You had always enjoyed shopping and getting out, it helped you feel like a normal person when your life as an Avenger was anything but. Yet right now you just found it overwhelming. Not because of the large volume of people, but because of how much things had changed. You’d never expect fashion to change so drastically in five years, but it had and all the things you were used to and like to wear were rarities.

In the end, you just gave up, making your way back to the Brooklyn Art Museum to meet Steve. The plan was for you to meet Steve at a café before going to go pick JJ up from school, as you both believed that he was going to be finished with his meeting before you were done shopping. You hadn’t expected your shopping trip to go so horribly wrong.

Once you arrived you found a bench in the main hall, sitting down with your two small shopping bags ready to wait for Steve to return. It was probably only an hour later when you heard him approach, his voice full of passion as he spoke to the curator. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked over to see him gesturing with his hands, a wide smile on his face as he spoke.

When he saw you his head tilted slightly in confusion but he smiled, he shook the curator's hand as he said goodbye before making his way over to you “Hey, I didn’t think you’d be done so soon” he smiles bending down to kiss you.

“me neither, guess I’m just really efficient,” you say with a small smile as you stand up.

“well I’m not gonna complain about getting more time alone with you” Steve grins wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer “We have over an hour before we need to go pick JJ up so what do you wanna do?”

“Can you show me your exhibit?” you ask hopefully.

Steve chuckles gently shaking his head “Nope it’s a secret, but I can give you a tour of the other exhibits” he offers smiling down at you.

“That would be amazing” You grin, leaning up to press a swift kiss to his lips.

As soon as you all got home, Steve took Scout out for a quick walk with JJ while you put away the small bits of shopping you had done. Standing in the closet you shared with Steve you began organising, it was a large closet one that Steve hadn’t even filled so there was plenty of space left over for you. But you still found yourself using little tricks to try and take up as little room as possible.

Once you were done you started going through all the other boxes T’Challa had shipped over from Wakanda. You made piles of stuff that you decided you were just going to donate, things you would put into storage and things you thought you might be able to find a place for in the house.

You were sitting on the couch sorting through a box of books when Steve, JJ and Scout all returned home. Scout ran straight over to you to give you some hello kisses before running into the kitchen to wait for his post-walk treat Steve always gave him.

“Can I go play with my toys?” JJ asks looking up at Steve once he’d helped take off his coat and scarf.

“do you have any homework you need to do?” Steve asks as he hangs up the coat.

“uh nope,” JJ says quickly.

“Okay then, we’ll call you when it's dinner time” Steve nods, JJ already dashing up the stairs to go play.

“did you have a nice walk?” you call out as Steve walks into the kitchen to give Scout his treat.

“yeah it was great, Scout loved playing in all the leaves” Steve chuckled as he walked back into the living room “You need any help going through these boxes?” he offers.

“no I’m nearly done, the ones by the front door are for donating, and those over there are to go into storage,” you say nodding to the boxes in the corner.

“how much are you keeping?” Steve asks glancing over at the boxes.

“a good amount” you lie, the pile you were keeping was significantly smaller than the rest “There are just so many people in worse situations that I thought it was best to donate as much as I could,” you say shrugging your shoulder “and the rest is stuff we don’t really need right now but might do in the future and we don’t want to be cluttering up the house” you reason.

Steve just hums, nodding his head as he sat down next to you “And what about all of these books, what’s happening here?” he asks pointing to the different piles of books.

“well these can be donated because we have duplicates of them now,” you say pointing to one pile of books “These can find a home on the bookshelf” you continue pointing to the smallest pile of books “and then these can go into storage somewhere, maybe not the attic or garage just in case we want to grab one”

“well, why don’t we just find a place for them in the house?” Steve suggests looking through the pile of books “There’s some of your favourites in here”

“I know but there isn’t much space on the bookshelves” you sigh shaking your head.

“so we’ll get another one” Steve reasons shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal.

“Really?” you ask feeling uncertain about it all, you didn’t want to seem like a burden.

“yeah, I was thinking we might need to get a chest of drawers or something for all our clothes so the closet doesn’t start overflowing, so we can get them at the same time,” Steve says nodding his head.

“oh well, the closet’s fine for now,” you say shaking your head at the idea.

“Okay, but we need a bookshelf so we can get that sorted this week” Steve smiles.

You swallow quickly before nodding your head “Yeah sounds great”

“perfect now do you want help putting these away before I put the rest of the boxes in storage” Steve offers.

“yeah, that would be great thank you” You smile.

As you both worked to tidy up you glanced over at Steve for a moment, just watching him. You tried to look for any sign that he was annoyed or disgruntled like you feared but there was nothing. He’d been perfectly fine about getting you a bookshelf, maybe you were just thinking too much into this all.

“hey can- can I pick JJ up from school sometime this week?” you ask.

Steve pauses frowning slightly as he looked over at you “It’s a really long walk there and back” he points out.

“that’s fine I can take the car,” you say shrugging your shoulders, making Steve frown even more.

“Princess, don’t take this the wrong way,” he says turning to face you “but you can’t drive”

“I- uh actually can, Shuri taught me when we were in Wakanda” you explain, Steve's jaw dropping in shock.

“a sixteen-year-old taught you to drive?” he mutters in disbelief.

“not in a physical car, there have this simulator thing that allows you to drive a real car without the risk of actually being in the car” you explain, Steve's eyes widening slightly.

“wow…” he says before chuckling “So you can drive now, and I can cook” he points out.

You chuckle along with him “Yeah guess the tables have turned” you smile.

“Okay so yeah I’m sure JJ would love to have you pick him up from school” Steve smiles leaning over to kiss your cheek.

Later that week Steve was on his hands and knees, huffing in frustration as he tried to find a screw “I could have sworn I left them all here” he says checking the small dish where he’d put them all.

Frowning when he still couldn’t find it he stood up moving all the different pieces of wood for the bookshelf he was building for you while you were out picking JJ up from school. Scratching his head in confusion when he still couldn’t find it.

“JJ stop we need to talk about this” he heard you say as you opened the door.

“I don’t wanna” JJ snaps stomping his foot in frustration.

“JJ c’mon this is serious” You try to reason gently.

“leave me alone!” JJ groaned.

Steve frowned, not liking the tone JJ was using with you. He moves towards the living room door, pausing there so he didn’t overstep. He didn’t want you to think he was swooping in because he thought you couldn’t handle this. So he just watched as you looked down at JJ, arms crossed, a concerned but frustrated look on your face.

“Not until you explain why you did what you did today” you state shaking your head.

“I don’t have to” JJ huffs frowning up at you.

“James, stop with the attitude and tell me what’s going on otherwise you won’t get dessert tonight,” you tell him firmly.

“no!” JJ screams stomping his feet “You can’t do that!”

“yes I can, and if you carry on that won’t be your only punishment” you warn him.

“no!” JJ shouts again, tears of frustration in his eyes.

“fine, no playing with your toys before dinner” you state.

“no! I hate you! it was better with you gone!” JJ screams up at you, making you gasp and freeze.

“JAMES JOSEPH ROGERS!” Steve roars “How dare you say that!”

JJ flinches turning around to see Steve standing in the doorway “But-“ he whimpers.

“go to your room, and don’t even think about playing with your toys!” Steve orders pointing to the stairs “I’ll deal with you later”

JJ nods meekly before shuffling past Steve and slowly making his way up the stairs, his head hanging low. Steve took a couple of deep calming breaths, his fists clenching and unclenching. He never expected JJ to ever say such hurtful things, especially to you.

As he looked over at you his heart broke when he saw how upset you were. Your arms hugged yourself tightly, your shoulders shaking as you tried to stop yourself from crying. He quickly walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his embrace. You completely break down sobbing into his chest, making him hold onto you tighter, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m so sorry” he mutters “He didn’t mean it, I know he didn’t” he reassures you.

But your sobs barely lessened, you just clung to him tightly. Steve rubs your back feeling just how tense and exhausted you were “C’mon let's go sit down” he says softly.

He feels you nod gently as he leads you into the living room, making sure to guide you around the mess he’d made. Once he settled you down he pulled you back into his embrace, kissing the top of your head.

“he didn’t mean it, he could never hate you or think that I-“ Steve sighs shaking his head “I don’t know what’s gotten into him, this isn’t like him at all”

You sniffle sitting up slightly, enough to wipe away your tears “I know… his teacher said he’s been acting up in class, talking back and not handing in work, she asked if I could talk to him and get to the bottom of it, that’s what started all of this”  you explain shaking your head.

Steve sighs rubbing your back soothingly “Okay, well something is clearly up with him and we’ll get to the bottom of it don’t worry” he reassures you.

“We already know the reason Steve,” you say shaking your head.

Steve looks back at you sad and heartbroken that you could possibly believe what JJ had said in his anger and frustration “Princess no” he mutters cupping your cheek “How could you possibly say that”

“because it's true Steve, you two had everything worked out with me gone, you were thriving and now I’m just an unnecessary add-on taking up space” you admit tears streaming down your face.

Steve’s face falls hearing that, he takes a deep breath as he moves to cup both your cheeks making sure you were looking at him “Y/N listen to me” he says firmly “You are not taking up space and you are certainly not unnecessary, why on earth do you even feel that way?”

You sniffle shrugging your shoulders “It's lots of different things I guess” you admit looking down.

“Please tell me, so-so I can put your mind at ease or fix them, just please talk to me,” Steve says with a pleading tone to his voice.

“I just- just feel like a guest I guess, I want to try and help with dinner or cleaning but you already have everything covered, and I just don’t want to take up space or change anything, and you just know how to deal with JJ when I feel like I’m floundering and like he doesn’t need me, that neither of you do” you admit tears streaming down your face.

Suddenly everything made sense. Why you were always so eager to help, even when Steve told you to just relax. The hesitancy he always noticed when you had to tell JJ to go do something. Why you had put so much stuff aside for storage instead of making your mark on the house. Everywhere Steve looked he barely saw anything of yours and if he did it was nice and tidy in a small corner.

“sweetheart, we will always need you, we needed you so much the past few years,” Steve tells you gently “and I know it must be hard to believe it but you are doing such an amazing job”

“I just missed so much, he was only just talking and walking when I disappeared” you mutter shaking your head.

“I know, and I hate that you had to miss so much, I wish I could have found a way to get you back sooner” Steve sighs sadly.

“you did all you could Steve,” you say trying to reassure him.

“I know, and I know it doesn’t change anything but I have something that might help,” he says standing up from the couch.

He walks over to one of the units against the wall, opens up a cupboard and grabs what he needed before walking back over at sitting down next to you “I hid this because I thought it would just upset you, but maybe it might help” he says placing the scrapbook in your lap.

It was the one you had made for your one-year anniversary, it had so many empty pages at the end that Steve thought it might be a good idea to add to it.

“you have this? I thought it would have gotten destroyed with the rest of the compound” you mutter in disbelief.

“I found it when we were living at the compound after the first snap, and started adding to it with all of JJ’s stuff” Steve explains opening it up to the page where Steve took over.

Your lips part and you well up as you look through all the pages full of pictures and memorabilia of JJ growing up. His first day at school, certificates he’d earnt for good behaviour.

“I know you weren’t there for all of this, but I thought it was the best way for you to witness him growing up” Steve explains rubbing your back soothingly.

“This is amazing, thank you so so much Steve” you whisper shaking your head and looking over at him gratefully.

“and look with helping out, I’m sorry for taking over and just doing everything, I just thought you’d want some time to get used to everything and just relax, but if helping out and doing stuff helps you I just want you to do it, you don’t need to ask,” Steve tells you looking you in the eyes to drive his point home “and I want you to make your mark on this place, I want to see the closet overflowing with your clothes and the coffee table with your stuff on it, this is your home too and I want you to feel that”

You smile through your tears nodding your head “Thank you Steve”

“And I promise you, I will always need you, JJ will always need you. The past few years without you have been the worst I've ever had to live. I didn’t realise it until I got you back that I was only just surviving enough to give JJ a good life” he sighs shaking his head “I mean fuck… those first few months I was a mess, I was getting drunk trying to get rid of the pain, I made really fucking stupid decisions, I begged Wong to swap my life for yours because I just didn’t think I was good enough” he admits tears falling down his face as he recalled those horrible months “the only reason me and JJ are here right now, living this life was because Nat beat the sense back into me, literally” he continues earning a weak chuckle from you “I will always need you because you make me whole and when I have you with me, I’m living, we all get to live with you around to support us”

Tears were streaming down your face but you were still smiling as you leaned in to press your lips to his for a loving kiss, one that said all the things you couldn’t say right now.

“you feeling better now,” Steve asks softly, brushing some hair from your face.

“much better, thank you so much Steve” You nod smiling back at him gratefully.

“Good, I’m just going to go talk to JJ and then I’ll be straight back” Steve promises giving you another soft kiss before standing up “And I promise I’ll finish that, once I find the screw,” he says pointing to the pile of wood that was supposed to be your bookcase

“Have you checked your pockets?” you suggest, wiping away the last of your tears.

Steve pushed his hands into his pockets, instantly finding the screw he was missing “See? I’d be lost without you princess” he says holding up the screw, making you chuckle warmly.

Walking up the stairs Steve took a couple of deep breaths as he paused outside JJ’s room, gently knocking on the door.

“come in” he heard JJ sniffle from the other side.

Opening the door, Steve let out a sad sigh when he spotted JJ sitting on his bed, knees up against his chest, his eyes red with tears “I’m sorry” JJ whimpers “I didn’t mean it”

Steve sighs closing the door behind him and walking over, sitting down at the foot of the bed “I know bean, but do you understand why that was a really mean thing to say to Mommy” JJ nods his head wiping away his tears with his small fist “so why did you say it?”

“I dunno” JJ admits shrugging his shoulder “I was mad”

“okay” Steve nods slowly, “Mommy said you haven’t been doing your homework, why is that?”

JJ shrugs again “It was hard and I had to do it on my own” he explains making Steve furrow in confusion.

“Why didn’t you ask me or Mommy for help?” he asks.

“I did but you were busy,” JJ says looking over at Steve.

Steve purses in lips in thought trying to remember when that was, he was about to ask JJ more about it when the memory surfaced. It was a couple of weeks back, you had woken up from a nap with a nightmare, Steve had managed to calm you down but you were still really fragile when JJ poked his head in. Steve couldn’t really remember what JJ had said but he remember trying to get JJ to go so he didn’t have to see you in that way.

Suddenly another memory surfaces in Steve's mind, all the way back from when you were pregnant with JJ. He’d been reading every parenting book he could, and even though he didn’t need it at the time, he read the chapter on introducing siblings and how that could make an older child feel.

“wait JJ is all of this because I’ve been spending a lot of time with Mommy?” Steve asks.

JJ’s expression changed and Steve knew he’d hit the nail on the head, even if JJ didn’t realise that was why he was so upset “Yeah” JJ admits quietly.

“you know that I’ll always have time for you JJ, nothing is changing between you and me because mommy is back,” Steve says shifting closer to JJ on the bed, putting his hand on JJ’s knee.

“you just don’t play with me anymore” JJ pouts “You’re always with Mommy”

Steve sighs “I know JJ and I’m sorry we haven’t been able to hang out as much as we used to, but Mommy is really struggling at the moment, it's not easy for her to come back after not being with us for so long, so I’ve been looking after her trying to make that easier” he explains.

Steve watches as JJ’s face fall, a look of worry crossing his face “I really didn’t mean it, I like that mommy’s back” he says tears welling up in his eyes.

“I know bean, I know c’mere” Steve sighed opening his arms out for JJ, JJ quickly climbed over into Steve’s lap hugging him tightly as he cried, “We all say things we don’t mean when we’re angry, but you still need to apologise to Mommy”

“Can I say it now?” JJ asks looking up at Steve.

“of course, c’mon,” Steve says standing up and holding out his hand.

The both of them walk down the stairs together and into the living room where you were still sitting on the couch. Steve led JJ around the couch so he was standing in front of you.

“I’m really sorry Mommy, I didn’t mean it I love having you back,” JJ says biting his thumb nervously as he apologised.

You gave him a warm smile “I know bean, it's okay I forgive you” you say softly opening up your arms to him.

JJ didn’t hesitate as he ran into your arms, you wrapped your arms around him tightly, kissing the top of his head. You rubbed his back as he cried into your chest, reminding him it was okay and you weren’t mad at him. Steve smiled softly as he sat down next to you on the couch, wrapping his arm around you and kissing the side of your head, grateful for his family.

The next day everything seemed to settle in the Rogers household. You knew not everything would be perfect overnight but it was reassuring when you came downstairs to make JJ’s lunchbox while Steve made breakfast, everything was moving in the right direction.

“Okay bean have a good day, and be good to your teachers” you remind him as you dropped him at school.

“I will I promise” he smiles up at you “See you later Mommy,” he says hugging you.

“see you later bean” you smile hugging him back before watching him run off towards his classroom.

You were just turning around to walk back to the car when you heard your name being called, turning around you saw JJ’s teacher, Miss Levinson jogging towards you.

“hi Mrs Rogers, I just wanted to check in to see if JJ is okay?” she asks as she approached.

You smile nodding your head “Yeah all good, we spoke last night and got down to the bottom of it all, it was hard” you admit with a shaky sigh “He’s just been struggling to adjust to there being 3 of us now, I’m sorry if he’s been causing you hassle”

“no, no not at all, it was just very out of character for him and thought I better raise it before it got any worse,” she says with a kind smile “Lots of kids are struggling at the moment, it’s a big change for them when they’re this young and still learning to process their emotions” she reassures you.

“that’s reassuring to hear I just-“ you sigh shaking your head “I know I couldn’t control what happened but I’d hate there to be any resentment for the years I was gone, I mean all the parenting books stress the importance of showing up”

Miss Levinson smiles gently putting her hand on your arm “You have nothing to worry about I can promise you that” she says with a kind smile, you look back at her unconvinced “Look, my grandad wasn’t around a lot when my mom was little, she barely saw him between the ages of 1 and 6 and she never resented him for it because he was there for the rest of her life”

“what changed if you don’t mind me asking?” you question.

Miss Levinson lets out a small chuckle “He met his second wife and 9 months later my uncle popped out” she smiles “He was already considering changing jobs and trying to be around more but that was the final nail in the coffin, I know the situation is slightly different but I hope that helps”

“yeah, it really does thank you” You smile gratefully.

“It's nothing and look if you’re really worried, I’d just make sure JJ still gets some father-son days with Steve, and some days alone with you, it will help build and strengthen those bonds” Miss Levinson smiles.

“thank you, we can’t thank you enough” you smile.

“I’m just doing my job, have a nice day” She smiles before turning back towards the classroom.

You smile to yourself as you walk back to the car. It was going to be okay. Everything was going to be okay, and you knew it deep in your bones.

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Astarion x Dark Urge Chapter 01 Rating: E Tags: Angst, Fluff, hurt/comfort, slow burn, two guarded people fall in love so hard it makes them stupid

Chapter Summary:

It's perfectly normal to feel disoriented after falling head first onto a beach-- and somehow not dying. But disoriented was putting Rose's condition mildly. She hardly remembered anything, whether it were her name, where she lived, or what she had for breakfast. She could spend all day trying to figure those things out! Unfortunately, the tadpole in her head takes priority. Current assignment: find survivors, build a team, then figure out how to get this damned thing out of her head.

A dull thumping and spinning sensation in her head greeted her as she awoke on the beach. The smell of sand, saltwater, and smoke slowly reminded her of where she had been a moment ago. Though the memories were still hazy, she clung to anything that flitted in her mind’s eye, even for a moment. Something clear. Something she knew. Something -- anything to ground her.

'Rose...My name is Rose-- right?'

She shook her head. 

'Bad example.'

Even in her foggy state, she knew her past was foggier still. But what she had just been through? Those memories were slowly coming back, with more clarity.

A githyanki warrior, Lae’zel, who knew a thing or two about the tadpoles inserted into their heads, a brunette half-elf, Shadowheart, whom she freed from a pod, and the mysterious item she kept on her person.  

The fog began to lift. 

Fleshy walls of the Nautiloid, Lae’zel’s clear direction to the control room, a fight with infernals and aberrations alike. Sprinting to the control panel amidst the chaos.  

Her brows furrowed as she recalled the nautiloid losing control and diving towards the ground. She remembered the shoreline rapidly approaching her, then nothing. She couldn't make sense of it.

'I should’ve died from the fall...but maybe if I survived, the others could have too...somehow'

She stood up and began her trek along the coastline, grabbing any herbs and foragable goods she could find along the way. She wasn’t sure how she knew which were safe to eat, or which were good for other concoctions. Lingering on why memories of her life were gone but others remained turned the dull thump in her head to a solid thudding. 

On the beach, she found Shadowheart alive, well, and relieved to see a familiar face. They took a few minutes to assess their surroundings and loot anything useful off the corpses that littered the beach. They already knew how large the nautiloid was, with pods lining most of the interior. To make the best of their daylight hours, the two split ways to search for other survivors. 

In a quick squabble with intellect devourers, Rose realized that she was quick with a blade. Something in her shifted when she needed to fight, as if she had a switch she could turn on and off. It was an instinct she would need to examine later, but she had a feeling it would involve whoever she was before today. A path led up a small hill, where she could see footprints leading away from the crash site. She followed the tracks to a white-haired elf, who eyed something in the bushes. He glanced back, catching her in his sights.

“Hurry, I’ve got one of those brain things cornered.” He spoke in a hushed tone, “you can kill it, can’t you? Like the others?”

“Easily.” Rose pulled the dagger from her belt as she approached the grass, scanning it for movement. A squealing creature sprinted out-- just a dumb boar. She sighed with relief until the flash of a dagger caught her eye. Quickly turning around, she found the elf now held a blade of his own, eyeing her carefully. Immediately she brought hers up, ready to attack.

“One more step and I’ll make you eat that knife,” she threatened. For a moment, the image of the dagger’s hilt sticking out from his mouth sent goosebumps to her flesh. How beautiful he would look, with his own blood dyeing that perfectly snow-white hair of his. Rose's grip tightened, trying to keep the thought at bay. 

“You can try, but first you’ll tell me what you know.” The elf’s response was the only thing that kept her present in the moment.

“I’ve got bad news for you,” she smirked, “I can hardly remember anything.”

“You’re lying. I saw you prancing around that ship. You’re in league with them, aren’t you? Those tentacled - argh!”

The both of them doubled over, hands clasping their heads. Rose’s mind twisted as more images faded into view-- different from the blood-lustful ones. These did not send goosebumps up her arms, nor did they feel like her own. Through someone else's eyes, she saw busy streets, a shadow prowling through the darkness. Busy taverns filled with the sound of a violin as pale fingers bowed the taught strings into perfect harmony. As she tried to hold onto the memory, the tadpole wriggled behind her eye. Then, there was a flash of light, fear, and then it was gone.

“What the hell was that?!” he hissed.

“Honestly, I have no idea.” she rubbed her eye with her free hand, “But it has something to do with the tadpoles they gave us.”

“Right. They took you too, I saw it just now when-- whatever that was.” slowly, he lowered his blade. Rose continued to watch him carefully, not fully trusting his movements. “And to think, I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies.”

There was silence between them as she contemplated his tone. When she decided his light sarcasm was good enough, she also lowered her weapon.

“My name’s Astarion.” He introduced himself with a hand on his chest in a dramatic fashion. He made a display to properly sheathe the dagger now that the tension seemed to plateau, “I was in Baldur’s Gate when those beasts snatched me.”

“Rose,” she paused, “I think.”

“You think ?”

“I'm having some issues remembering things.” Rose clarified, as if that was a good enough explanation, “I've been wondering if it were the tadpoles. I don’t know much about them, but I met someone from that ship who does. Stick with me and you might be able to get some answers of your own.”

She didn’t wait for his response, instead she continued up the trail. If she followed the perimeter of the crash site, it would lead her towards Shadowheart's half of the search area. As far as priorities were concerned, gathering the people she already fought alongside with was much higher than seeking approval from a stranger whose first instinct was to draw a blade to her. It was the footsteps following behind that notified her of the new addition to her would-be group. His infatuation with the sound of his own voice certainly didn't hurt.

“You know, I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn’t a bad idea,” Astarion commented as he caught up with her pace, “Safety in numbers after all. Um, how many others did you say there were?”

"I didn't,” she smirked.

As he walked beside her, visions flooded her mind of his perfect pretty corpse. She wondered how beautifully the camp would look after she was done with him. Quickly, she blinked them away.

'Get a hold of yourself.'

Rose wasn't the only one who picked up a stray survivor. Shadowheart pulled a wizard from a magical portal: Gale of Waterdeep, he eagerly introduced himself as. The cleric also heard a commotion further North, which their growing party investigated. Turns out, Lae'zel was captured by a pair of tieflings, who were discussing what to do with her before they realized they had an audience. Rose convinced them to let her group handle the mad gith. In exchange, the tieflings gave her a map with a location circled on it-- some druids were providing sanctuary to other tiefling refugees, and they were invited to seek shelter if needed. Rose thanked them for the tip as they walked off. Once the tieflings were out of earshot, she turned to the caged Lae’zel with a wide smirk. She got a scowl in return.

"Well, someone knows how to find themselves in trouble," Rose teased.

"Chk. You're wasting time. Hurry up and cut me down!" Lae'zel snarled.

"Say please." Rose's smirk grew wider. Behind her, Astarion and Shadowheart stifled their laughs.

“Maybe you should leave her there,” Shadowheart chimed in, now hardly containing her chuckle, “serves her right for trying to abandon me in that pod.”

While no 'please' was offered, Rose decided the amusement of Lae'zel's un amused expression was enough payment to set her free. She knew the gith would make a good ally with her knowledge of their current predicament.

"You want to make jokes when these tadpoles are feasting away on our minds?!" Lae'zel growled as she dusted off stray debris from the now destroyed trap, "turning to ghaik is your business, but I'm going to find a creche and cure myself from this thing."

"Is that a sort of healer?" Rose asked, "can they help the rest of us?"

"It is a place where my people train and hone their skills to fight ghaik. Once we find it, they will rid all of us of the parasite. The horned ones spoke of a Zorru who encountered my kin. We must seek him out and see what else he knows."

After the kind of day they had, Rose was uncertain if a long trek through the woods was the right choice. Still, she rolled out her map on the ground to humor Lae'zel, and placed a pebble on their approximate location. Everyone crouched around the map, some focused on the parchment and others looking between the two women discussing the next course of action.

"Further North, perfect," Lae'zel began to rise to her feet, "let us go."

"Hold it," Rose held her hand up, signaling for Lae'zel to stop. She took a moment and checked their surroundings, making note of the lengthy shadows that clung to the trees. Their daylight hours were limited, and the sanctuary was not that close. "We'd have to travel partway through the night before we'd arrive. That's assuming nothing else interrupts our travel. Even if the druids let us into their grove, we'd have to spend much of tomorrow regaining our strength."

Lae'zel's face curled into another scowl, but didn't protest...yet. Rose looked to the other members of their group.

"How is everyone else feeling? Are we good on rations? Weapons? Any injuries that need time to heal?" She questioned.

"I'd rather not travel through the night if we can help it," Astarion answered, grimacing at the thought.

"I agree with our friend here," nodded Gale, "It wouldn't be wise to exhaust ourselves-- who knows what we need to be prepared for in the days to come."

"And there's also the fact that the three of us," Shadowheart added while gesturing to herself, Rose, and Lae'zel, "already had to fight through the ship once."

"Then fight again while searching for survivors..." Rose said quietly, more so thinking out loud. She nodded to herself, "It's settled." She circled an area on her map with a finger, "We'll spend the rest of today salvaging any supplies from the crash and surrounding areas." As she explained, she picked up a small leaf and placed it on another part of her map, "Shadowheart and I found doors to an abandoned temple, there should be another way inside. Let's find it and see what it has to offer. Worst case, it can offer decent shelter for the night."

Rose shifted her focus to each member of the party to gauge their reaction. More precisely, she watched Lae'zel, who listened with her full attention. The scowl lessened into something more akin to...respect? Neutrality?-- whatever it was, Rose took it as a good sign.

"At first light: we find this sanctuary, and go from there," she concluded, looking directly at Lae'zel. Though spoken like a statement, Rose's stare silently asked if this plan was agreeable.

The gith held her stare. When the silence started to close around the group with uncomfortable tension, she breathed out slowly and nodded.

"Agreed."

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villain by the devil's law

[01 - you're no stranger]

[A/N: its in first pov, a little bit of spooky hanky panky going around and you stumble into an old friend <3 also let me know if you want to be tagged!]

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Summary: Taking your grandfather's spot as owner of that old cabin has consequences apparently! Spooky bumps and creaks, nothing past creepy- until it does. Just a little bit.

*

“Gramps, listen, I’m grown, I’ve got the mechanic and the neighbor’s number memorized, and should anything go wrong, I’ll give you a shout, okay? Okay, love you, bye-eeeeee!” It’s one thing, I roll my neck, wincing at the couple of cracks and pops it gives as I place my now silent phone on the old table. A table that is now mine, technically.

Legally.

I could do whatever I wanted with this table.

With this house.

It’s suddenly a much bigger house than it actually is.

But, shivering the nerves away, flicking my fingertips as I give a spin in the cluttered home, humming to myself as I try to find any other boxes I need to unpack. Gramps left more than half of his furniture, said something about meaning a lot to be able to come home when he was tired. Whenever that would be, he added with a shy smile. A shy smile and the warmest hug he’d ever give. Waving him bye at the airport more than a few hours away from his- I mean, my home meant I’d get to sleep in the early hours in the morning after shoving the last of my things in the back of my dull Sedan.

The shine on her had waived away over the years but it’s fine. She handles the extra weight fine, and she gets me home in one piece. That’s all I ask of her.

But getting home had led to unpacking till midnight, and perhaps the early hours for Gramps in one of the many cities he’d talked about, and getting a call from said Gramps. Wondering how I’m doing in this lonesome cabin all by myself. It took five minutes of sweet words and rock-solid logic to get him off the phone and head to bed— or maybe, talk to that nice man that he’d met on the plane.

So that’s where we’re at right now.

Late hours in the night, spinning in a cabin I never thought I’d own, all by myself. Set to live however I want. It’s a lot to happen in the span of a month but a new change in pace is actually what I needed at the moment. And though I feel if I spin once more, dwell on the fact that my closest neighbor is literally miles away, I might puke, I’m not sure I can pull myself to be anything less than happy. For me and Gramps.

All he ever wanted was to see the world, and with the house paid for, and actually being looked after, given away to someone who would love it as much as he did, and the money he’d saved all these years… What was to stop him but actually leave?

Course I cried, I’d miss him like crazy but more than anything I’m happy for him. It’s a literal dream come true for him. The smile and the joy on his face- it’d been worth the hectic, crazy month. It was worth it all. He deserved it all.

And now that I’ve stopped spinning, holding onto the counter as I pressed a hand into my chest, I can find some peace for myself. Looking up, my eyes trail over dizzy visions of the kitchen counters, over the fridge and stove, and over the glass door leading to the backyard.

Oh, the backyard.

Growing up here, visiting during all of the holidays I could, the backyard had always been my favorite. A hammock hanging between two large trees in the middle of a beautiful garden, daffodils and azaleas and daylilies, and then the picnic table he built himself. The various statues littering the backyard. And of course, when it's night time, I can see the little lanterns strung across the fences, the ones hanging high above my head. And then, at the edge of the yard, I can make out the beginning of the forest, an old, creaky gate separating the two of us.

Sometimes I’m grateful, other times I’m not. Sometimes I’m curious to see what would leak through and spill into my world. What creatures would drape itself in the garden, what force would be so bright, that I’d shield my eyes, leave them be to enjoy the hard labors of my grandfather.

Other times I listen at night and I’m more than grateful for the rickety gate shielding me and the cabin. I don’t like the silence at night.

Because when I was younger I could never get the noise to quiet, no fan, no song could cover the sound of life just outside of my window.

Now, I realize with a chill in my spine, smoothing out the duvet on my mattress, it’s quiet. Actually quiet.

I’d peek out of the window to see what’s going on but the thought of someone watching me made me turn around, trip over a variety of clutter on the floor, and draw the curtains blind.

Crawling into my bed, now assured that should anything peek into my window, they’d find nothing but navy fabric blocking their vision, I settle into the sheets with a soft sigh. My eyes close as I reach for the remote I left on the bed, pressing the top, embedded button that turns the lights off, leaving me in the darkness.

Shifting in the sheets, I lay on my side, curling up and pressing my face into the pillow, slipping into unconsciousness. Though, if I had fallen asleep a little later, I would’ve heard the sound of a gate opening.

*

The next morning is filled with exciting activities, such as breakfast of two eggs that makes me rush to the bathroom barely an hour later, tending to the online college class I was almost finished with, and sitting in the backyard, brushing my bare foot against the soft grass while I read in the hammock.

Just as it was before, nothing has changed much. Except Gramps wasn’t home because he had to run to the store really quick, nor was he bringing over my younger cousins who resolutely had nothing to do with me. He was in a different country, living life to the fullest, and I’m here.

The reality doesn’t sit in until dinner comes around, where I make a sad little sandwich, too much peanut butter and not nearly enough strawberry jam. Juice does little for me, the pulp too much for me to enjoy the beverage.

Yet, sitting outside while the sun had lazily kissed me goodnight and waved the trees bye, disappearing over the horizon and the cool breeze of the night settling in… it was a sight to see.

I’m looking around as I clear my mess on the picnic table, shooing away the ants there, catching the sight of an open gate. It swings in the sway of the wind, sometimes catching on the grass but it’s- it’s open. Unlocked. My face scrunches up in thought, setting the platter and cup on the table before heading over to the gate. The wood doesn’t feel any different, the lock clicks shut, but I haven’t even touched the fence, much less open the gate. And you’d need the key that sits in the prettiest bowl by the front door. Walking back to the picnic table, I listen to the chitter of the trees, no doubt talking about how dumb I must look.

Maybe I did unlock it and forgot to close it, I think more to myself as I take the dishes inside, double checking the door is locked behind me. Because what are the other options? A racoon sneaking inside of the house, taking that specific key, unlocking the gate and exiting through there, because if I am correct… I check the bowl by the door and yeah, the key is still there. It’s still there and the racoon put it back the way it was before leaving.

But forgot to close it… right.

I sigh to myself, dragging a hand down my face as I look around the place. I’d worry more about it but it’d always been like this at Gramps’ place. Strange things happening with no reason as to why. Things you couldn’t just explain away.

And when my mom had asked why he didn’t just move if he didn’t like it, once when we were visiting and I was eavesdropping, he didn’t really give an answer. Had its charm, he said. Liked the weird, strange happenings.

I liked it too, and liked to pretend I could cause some of it. He always humored me, which is something I always appreciated.

Mom hadn’t.

It’s whatever, I wave the thoughts away, tucking a towel into my arm with a change of clothes, looking around for last minute items before heading into the bathroom.

One of the best things, I found out growing up here, that the movies had reason to place the reading in the tub. Best things I could do right now, losing myself in the floating feeling of the water and in a story somebody had so kindly woven together for me to enjoy.

Ten minutes pass by and there’s a knock at the back door. The book comes away from my face, as I listen again. Could be my overactive imagination, couldn’t it? Couldn’t be anything else. Maybe it’s the racoon?

Several knocks sound out and I force myself to get out, wrapping the towel around me. The book tossed aside as I exit the room, little steam billows out above me as I walk down the hallway. There’s nobody in their right mind who would knock at this time of night, at the back door, much less the only way you could get in is if you were nine feet tall to climb the fence or if you were a particularly handy racoon who could fiddle with my locks.

Rounding the corner, peeking just barely over the wall, I could see the door aaaaaaand… nothing. Though I wasn’t aware that my shoulders had scrunched up, they relaxed from the tension as I walked to the door. I could see my reflection, hair slightly damp and body absolutely dripping. I couldn’t see anybody else. The lanterns were on again, and the backyard, though notably dim in lighting, I’d still be able to see the perpetrator knocking on my door.

I stretch my neck to look around the hammock trees to see if-

Yeah.

Fuck.

I exhale, breath coming out shakier than a few minutes before. I turn around, throwing looks over my shoulders as I head to my room, bathroom be damned.

Shutting the door closed and locking it, I look around and immediately my sights are locked on the dresser. And yes, while I’m still naked, wrapped in nothing except a pathetic excuse of a towel, I shove the dresser to sit in front of my door. Turning to the window, I know there’s not much I can do there. It doesn’t open and the only way somebody is getting in is if they’re breaking the glass. The thought doesn’t leave much comfort, drawing the curtains to see if it does anything. It brings, again, little comfort.

I’m thoroughly shaking as I pull an old tee over my torso, slipping somebody else’s boxers over my ass. Tucking myself into the bed, I leave the light on.

It doesn’t help.

*

Fourteen hours later and I’m standing in the middle of the cereal aisle, staring down a box of sugary circles, daring me to get anything else, when somebody prods my shoulder with little kindness. I flinch, rubbing my shoulder as I turn to give this prick a piece of my mind when I realize who it is.

A kid I used to babysit while growing up here. She says my name with a wide smile, as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. Though it’s been ten years since I’d seen her, I couldn’t forget the adventures she and I went on, and I’m…

Yes, I’m shocked. I have the right to be. I’m just getting groceries!

“It’s- wow, you’ve grown up so much Eileen,” I say, with a dropped jaw, bringing her in for a hug, never mind the box of Apple Jacks in my hand.

“More than you know,” she muses, the grin on her face tells more than her words. And a call of her name from a different aisle tugs at both of our attention, and she’s throwing a call of her own back. “What are you doing back, though, I thought your old man left town, said something about joining the circus?” I smile through a laugh.

“Wouldn’t be surprised if he did, but uh, no, last I checked, he wasn’t in one, just- following the wind wherever it takes him, you know?” And then as she’s about to ask another question, somebody tall with a squealing toddler in their arms turns around the corner of the aisle and Eileen’s attention turns away from me completely.

Speaking with honey lacing her voice, it was clear the squealing baby had found who she was looking for. “ Hi baby girl, there you are, didn’t Daddy tell you I was gonna be right back?” She gives him a look.

He kissed her on the forehead, “and she told me that it couldn’t wait.”

Turning back to me, she tucks herself into the side of this man, this Daddy who sends me a curious look. “Baby, this is who I was telling you about the other day, my dad’s old friend, this is his grandkid, used to babysit me and everything.” And when she peels herself away, she drapes an arm across my shoulder, squeezing as she laughs and giggles with her baby.

“A mom?” I can’t help the shock on my face. The last time I’d seen her she was digging her nails into a mud pie, squirming and whining about the wiggling worms underneath her fingers. She was covered in dirt like I was as we ran through the forest behind Gramps’ cabin. She used to kiss frogs!

“Yeah, surprised me too!” She elbows me with a belly laugh. And when her baby reached out, Momma introduced me. “Say hi, baby,” she gives a little tickle and the darling thing tucks her head into her momma’s neck. Eileen sends me a sweet smile, “she’s a little shy with new people.”

I shrug it off, unable to keep the smile off my face, “I would be too, what’s her name, by the way?”

Eileen’s smile only grows, “Name’s Honey, too sweet to be anything else, huh?” And looking at the little girl, it’s clear it fits her well.

“Sure does,” I say and then turn to the man standing in front of me, who’d been patiently watching the interaction with adoring eyes. “And you must be?” I ask, sticking my hand out.

“Garth, nice to meet you,” he smiles warmly, pulling my hand into a firm hug, and I have to laugh it out, patting his back as he does mine. Pulling away, Eileen is quick to take the spot between us both, Honey staring at me with wide eyes from her momma’s neck.

“Pleasure,” and as I’m about to say anything else, Garth’s phone rings, and he pulls it out, checking the name on the phone and gives me a polite nod, he turns away, answering it.

I turn to Eileen, waiting till she looks at me for a second before I ask, “so, married yet?” Eileen’s smile isn’t big but it’s excited, aiming it downwards to her kid.

“Wanted to wait until Honey was either bigger or, I don’t know, the right time for the ceremony. I mean, the certificate was already signed before she was even thought of- but, we both wanted to wait till she could remember it, you know?” Eileen’s too sweet, I tell her so. I tell her her family is going to give me cavities and Honey starts to clap when her momma laughs.

“Hey, Mom’s starting to wonder where we’re at,” Garth says coming back after the call, and Eileen nods and turns back to me.

“We’re having a little barbeque, you’re welcome to join if you want.” And it’s… You want to think about it, want to come off as casual. But the thought of going back to the cabin and getting freaked out again… you’re less than casual.

“As long as you don’t mind!” I say, nodding so fast my vision blurs for a second, and though Honey seems to be the only to notice the raise in volume, she doesn’t make a mention of it. Eileen shushes me, tells me it’s no bother, that I’m always welcome.

“Did you drive here?” She asks and the thought of walking to the grocery store, the three miles of a dirt road, the edge of a forest, and myself? No way I would’ve lasted long before rushing back to my beat up Sedan. “Here, Garth, give her the address,” and he does, even sends it through a text to my phone, giving me both of theirs.

“You can change if you want, but I think you look great so head over whenever you’re ready!” Eileen says, kissing my cheek goodbye and squeezing my shoulders again, Garth giving another hug and Honey waving shyly goodbye. I’m left in the cereal aisle with Apple Jacks in my hand.

I bite my lip bringing up the hand holding my phone and press the bone of my wrist into my mouth, thinking long and hard if I want to go change. There was still the thought of needing to clean the bathroom. No doubt the tub needed to be drained but…

Gramps, forgive me, I’ve never been scared to be in that house but right now it’s a little… A little too much.

I check out with cereal, a few bags of chips and bottled teas, fully prepared to leave it all in the back. And when I get back to my car, I check the trunk and I’m just slightly grateful for leaving my overnight bag in there. The flannel and jeans beat the dark sweats and baggy tee, I change inside the store, ignoring the pointed look I got from someone who looked three steps out of the first boutique known to mankind.

I ended up with the flannel going over my tee but still, I’m a little more presentable after I changed and splashed water in my face.

I was not ignoring my problems. I was not running away from my grandfather’s house that he left me. A house I don’t have to worry about losing. I was not at all worried about what’s going to happen after the barbeque is over and I have to go home. I am not worried about tonight at all.

I breathe in and out as I pull out of the parking spot, beginning the drive to Eileen’s. I am completely fine.

Opening my eyes after a slow blink, I have to slam the breaks before I hit this strange person in the middle of the street. He doesn’t say anything, just turns the slightest in my direction and says something, and with my windows up, that I cannot hear. It’s when he’s out of the way that I start moving, pulling to the edge of the store’s parking lot when I glance behind me.

He’s nowhere to be found in the somewhat empty lot. Not nearly close enough to be walking inside of the store already.

I let out the shakiest laugh I’ve to offer, mumbling a bunch of curses as I try to shove that into the back of my head. “Completely fine, yeah, yeah, nothing to worry about. Totally fine.”

Utterly fine.

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