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#and do not intrude on my space uncomfortably. this is not a place or time where i am open
ipegchangbin · 6 months
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— it takes two
sub!jisung x dom!reader x sub!jeongin
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You wonder if Jeongin regrets staying on the extra bed of your hotel room with Jisung. Maybe he feels like your getaway is more of a honeymoon he butt himself into. But it isn’t really third wheeling when he gets to join in on the fun too, right?
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🏷️ fem!reader (she/her pronouns, afab) smut. fluff. porn, no plot. 
🏷️ threesome. petnames “baby boy” and “noona” (reader’s age is never mentioned). tipsy sex (everyone is conscious enough to consent), unprotected sex, perversion, voyeurism, dacryphilia, jeongin is inexperienced, slight member x member, poly/open relationship themes.
📝 this is especially for the one and only @meivida !!! theyre my ride-or-die till the end, this is all for them ! to my proofreader, my twinnie, my bestest friend, the jisung to my changbin, the jeongin to my bang chan—who said that?? otherwise, enjoy!
18+ only. minors do not interact.
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In his hotel room — and yours, and Jisung’s — there were two beds.
The main king-sized glory belonged to you and Jisung, the inseparable couple, and Jeongin claimed his place on the smaller extra bed. There was no reason to fret over anything.
But for some reason, Jeongin did.
He couldn’t seem to shut his mind off. Jeongin unpacked his things slowly and strategically, claiming his spaces in the cozy cabana-style room. It was supposed to be a simple vacation for the eight boys and their plus ones at the five-star resort, all for your well-deserved rest.
For some reason, he couldn’t relax.
Staring at the ceiling fan above him, he pondered the thought. It wasn’t that he had no plus one, nor that he didn’t have his own room. Those were childish things to complain about, and the cabana was too cozy to whine over.
His roommates, you and Jisung, weren’t exactly the source of his worries either. Sometimes you two would bicker and play around, sure, but it wasn’t annoying enough for Jeongin to feel as bothered as he was.
“Y/N, you know how I sleep. I’m taking this end of the bed!” Jisung whined, plopping a stack of his belongings onto the right side of the mattress.
You simply looked at him, astonished.
Again, Jeongin thought as he placed his train of thought back on its tracks; neither of you was exactly the problem. Jisung was his ride-or-die, his best friend for life. They showered butt-naked together multiple times. You weren’t the problem either; you had grown incredibly close with Jeongin to the point where you oftentimes stayed up to drink and plot against common enemies. Closeness wasn’t an issue with either of you; as a couple, he would willingly third-wheel anytime.
What if I’m intruding? What if I’m in the middle of something? What if they had their plans, he thought. He tried his best to wrap his head around the reasons behind feeling this uncomfortable, but nothing seemed to work. He cocked his head to the side, facing you and Jisung’s bed. It’s entertaining to watch you guys argue, but maybe sleeping is too awkward to interfere with. Was it too intimate of an activity? He had no idea, and, frankly, he didn’t think that was the issue.
“Oh, so you can’t even say please?”
You crossed your arms at Jisung, your gaze piercing through the poor boy. He shivered, and his eyes started darting everywhere but your face. You squinted at him, causing your boyfriend to finally freeze and respond.
“P-please? May I please take this side?” Jisung begged. “I-I’ll do…anything…”
The beats of silence that followed were nothing short of intense. Jeongin expected the awkward air to amplify, but it didn’t — instead, he caught himself zoning in on the scene, paying close attention to the both of you.
Your commanding glare softened a little. You almost chuckled at how pathetic Jisung looked, breaking into a nervous sweat, and it didn’t help that you smirked sweetly. Your hand trailed up from his tensed bicep up to his shoulder, his neck, and then his full and soft cheek. Caressing his skin with your thumb, you soothed your nervous wreck of a boyfriend, feeling his skin vibrate from your touch alone.
Jeongin couldn’t peel his eyes away from your movements. The both of you acted as if he wasn’t there; maybe you both thought that he had fallen asleep. Instead of counting sheep, he was counting the beats of the sequence, fully allured by you, and he didn’t understand why. It was as if he would have missed something if he blinked once.
He almost forgot to breathe.
“You’ll do anything for me?”
Jisung’s breath hitched, reminding Jeongin to exhale. “Yes, anything.”
He murmured something after. In a hush under his breath, Jeongin caught what he whispered.
“Anything for you, noona.”
Before Jeongin could even process the thought, you whispered something that he couldn’t quite make out, especially from his skewed, sideways view from the other end of the room. You both smiled, though: you smiled slyly as if you won the lottery, and Jisung smiled like he was obsessed.
Although he was more intrigued to know what you exchanged, you both walked away with your hands held together, making him shut his eyes and curl his head into the pillow to appear asleep.
“Yo, Innie, we’re just gonna grab a few drinks,” Jisung announced. “We’ll be—oh, look, he’s asleep.”
You both turned your heels and opened the door, leaving Jeongin alone and in awe.
Once he knew that you both walked far away enough, he attempted to sit up, only to feel an ache between his legs.
Well, fuck, he got hard, and he didn’t realize how long he had this hard-on.
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Naturally, he ran to the bathroom and tried to take care of it himself. Unnaturally, though, nothing seemed to work.
Minutes ago, Jeongin desperately pulled his shorts down and took his aching cock in his hand. Pumping it slowly, he attempted to relieve himself, humming lowly at the sensations it gave him. He knew that he had to get off before you and Jisung came back.
But he couldn’t.
His cock stayed hard, almost as if it didn’t want to release. He picked up his pace, his long and pretty fingers making their way up to the aching red tip, palming it sometimes, only to slam down to his sturdy and thick base. Jeongin even teased his balls, cupping them slightly before stroking his above-average length. His panting turned into moaning, and when he realized that he wasn’t even close to leaking, he started whining.
“Fuck, why can’t I…” Jeongin started to desperately thrust his hips into his hand, leaning his back against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall. He met eyes with his reflection in the big mirror in front of him.
Embarrassed at the look of his desperation, he tried to cum with the thought of it. Jeongin hated the thought of being watched right now or being walked right into. You and Jisung could come home drunk, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be embarrassed. You could come home anytime. He had every reason to worry, and he did, and it made him hornier — but he couldn’t quite cum yet.
He’s insanely comfortable with both of you, but to be caught masturbating by his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend feels leagues worse.
But maybe they both noticed how hard he had been since earlier. He was able to notice the tent under the comforter earlier, so what more is there with either of you? Jeongin started blushing in embarrassment, his ears turning red and the apples of his cheeks flushing shades of warm pink. He sniffled his nose at the warmth of the blood rushing through his veins.
The thoughts couldn’t stop running. Maybe you didn’t notice, though, since you and Jisung were so zoned in on each other earlier. He couldn’t forget the sultry look in your eyes, sending Jisung into a state of panic that Jeongin’s rarely seen before. He never saw his best friend seem so…small. He faltered under your touch so easily, the silly and tough guy persona leaving him for just a single moment. Jeongin remembered how he couldn’t breathe while watching you, his eyes eagerly following your pretty fingers as they danced their way across Jisung’s skin. You put your boyfriend in a trance, but Jeongin was caught in it too.
He wondered if you knew it. He wondered if he missed the way you both glanced at him and smiled.
This is wrong, Jeongin thought. This is wrong, he repeated in his head. “This is fucking wrong!” Jeongin said aloud, panicking yet still pumping his cock at an even faster pace.
He shut his eyes at the overwhelming sensations. It felt like he was being overstimulated despite not cumming yet — except he was; he was finally close to releasing, even leaking solid amounts of precum on the shower tile. He whimpered a string of curses under his breath, letting pathetic whines echo through the shower and the entire bathroom. He was beyond desperate, not caring for how he looked. He pulled his shirt up and bit the bunched fabric, drowning out his noises as the cold air hit his nipples. Jeongin could only focus on the rushes of ecstasy, the pleasure in the pain, the growing release, reaching the point of cumming, until he finally—
“Bro? Innie? You in there?”
Upon hearing the hurried knocks on the door, he pulled his shorts up and fixed himself. He didn’t cum. Instead, he took two breaths to compose himself and respond.
“Yeah! In the bathroom!”
“Oh okay. We’re gonna head to bed. Good night,  Yennie!” You greeted, pushing your slightly off-balanced Jisung onto the right side of the bed.
Jeongin slid his shorts down, not to continue but to stare at his red cock.
He tried to tap the side of it just to let it spill the pent-up cum that he failed to release.
Nothing happened. It remained hard and aching, but he couldn’t cum as if he’d gone back to square one.
Jeongin whispered through clenched teeth, “How am I supposed to sleep now?”
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His walk back was fast yet laughable. He was glad that neither of you saw it since he awkwardly shuffled in his steps, practically jumping into his bed when he reached it.
Trying to hide his erection was one thing he could do, but sleeping with an angry dick felt like hell on earth for him.
He shut his eyes and tried to sleep. Unfortunately for him, the more he dozed off, the worse the pain got.
Jeongin tried to breathe deeply just to ease the ache in his cock, shifting positions so that he could feel more free under the covers. As it happened earlier, nothing worked, and he only felt more stuffy.
He hummed a lullaby in his head. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking like a troubled fox that hadn’t known sleep. He sniffled like one too; his nose still flushed a reddish pink.
Giving up slightly, he carefully and slowly slid his hand down his shorts. His fingers reached his cock, and he had to bite a hiss back. It felt swollen even if it grew to its maximum size, and every single touch felt like fire coursing through his skin. Jeongin took his time to touch himself.
Just like you took your time to touch Jisung.
For some reason, his brain seemed to always want to circle back to the scene. You two had already dozed off, the alcohol in your systems wearing away in your sleep; Jeongin was the restless one about it. He was fixated on your deliberate movements, thinking about how your fingertips must’ve felt warm and ticklish for Jisung. He also couldn’t believe how easily compliant his best friend became. It was a side to him that was new yet interesting, one that Jeongin never knew he wanted to both see and feel for himself.
And why did he enjoy seeing that side of him?
He didn’t know if he wanted to be you or if he wanted to be Jisung, but fuck, he couldn’t help but replay the scene in his mind. It was everything he wanted: the intimate yet powerful touches, the gazes, the closeness, and the shamelessness.
All of it was so wrong.
Jeongin dug his head further into the plush fabric of his pillow. He was under stress yet pleasure, pain yet delectation. He teased his cock and the inner points of his thighs, strolling his fingers down to tease his ass and sliding back up to the overly sensitive tip.
And then he heard a kiss.
His ears perked up at the noise, prompting him to pause. He didn’t fully stop, hoping that his mind was playing tricks on him. He couldn’t look back at your end of the room, instead facing the closed curtains in front of him.
See? You’re already hallucinating and hearing things, he thought to himself.
And then he heard another kiss. And then another.
The smooching was slow and steady; it wasn’t obnoxious in sound, it wasn’t too wet, it didn’t sound forced. They weren’t too calculated but they sounded as warm as love would’ve felt. Passion burned through Jeongin’s nerves with each kiss of the lips. It was so quiet yet it thumped so loud in his ears, ringing throughout his system and echoing through his brain with the strongest reverb. His cock twitched from under the sheets, moving on its own.
Jeongin took the remaining courage he had and turned his head to face you. The ruffling and shuffling of the fabric made the kissing pause for a few solid seconds.
He opened his eyes slightly and, as expected, saw your body sprawled over Jisung’s, angled in such a way that it looked like natural sleep — except that your lips were attached to his.
The moment you both thought that Jeongin had fallen back to sleep, you picked up the pace. Soon enough, Jisung swiped his tongue across your mouth. His neediness was apparent with the way he persistently dug his face closer to yours, but you had the reigns. You took control with your slight bites and nibbles. At that point, you were straddling his hips, grinding ever so slightly on Jisung.
Jeongin could barely see anything but he could hear it.
Soon enough, Jisung pulled your body up and closer to his. He quietly insisted on making you drop your full weight on him. You kissed him passionately until you didn’t, your mouth left with his drool all over it. Licking it up, you started kissing outside his mouth, the perimeters of his lips, the outline of his jaw, the peaks of his cheeks, all the way up to his temples, and down to his neck.
He instinctively jutted his hips upwards, grinding on you from underneath. An apology nearly rolled off his tongue when you caught it, pecking the tip of his tongue and lightly sucking on his bottom lip after. That was when you did the same, fully rolling your hips onto his, making you moan into each other’s mouths.
At this point, Jeongin had shifted his body to the other side to watch. Neither of you seemed to notice — nor care, or so it seemed — which was his go signal to watch with half-opened eyes.
Like earlier, his eyes followed everything. From your hands making their way down to Jisung’s tiny waist, to Jisung himself cupping your breasts ever so softly: the boy watched it all in awe.
Nothing was helping Jeongin’s erection at all.
He started tearing up at the nearly unbearable ache. He needed release but he couldn’t have it even in embarrassing ways. Even then, he simply couldn’t stop watching as you pulled Jisung up. He pulled your shirt over your head as you threw his shirt aside as well. He helped you out of your shorts as you did on him, every single action needy and desperate yet equally as full of love. They seemed to only burn with the risk, whispering things Jeongin couldn’t understand onto each other’s skin. Maybe you were telling him to go slower, maybe he was telling you to be quieter. Maybe you both didn’t care and were teasing each other for it.
Maybe you were plotting. Nevertheless, the poor boy found himself subconsciously rutting on the pillow between his legs.
You positioned yourself between Jisung’s legs, his bare and firm length awaiting your warmth from beneath — finally being met with the plush walls of your pussy. You kissed him hungrily this time and Jisung responded with a shamelessly loud kiss back.
Like a fox, Jeongin could be prey. He salivated at the sight, something he saw in real life for the first time even if he shouldn’t have seen anything.
He straddled the pillow more harshly, wrapping his legs around it underneath the sheets. His lips twitched as he tried his absolute hardest not to moan. He wanted to match your pace with Jisung, but he couldn’t, he shouldn’t.
You could notice him anytime.
And you did.
“Innie,” Jisung spoke up, pulling away from the kiss with a dumb smile. He turned his head to face Jeongin. “Noona’s asking if you wanna come and join.”
You ruffled Jisung’s hair and kissed his head. “Good boy, told your friend as I asked you to.”
Jeongin couldn’t believe anything. A few silent breaths escaped his system.
He was caught. You laughed at his face in the middle of your kisses. You knew, Jisung knew, and Jeongin was the last to realize.
He simply fell silent and the dead air thickened as milliseconds turned into seconds. A minute almost ticked by, causing everything to break. Suddenly, this probably wasn’t a good idea for anybody. You and Jisung grew slightly nervous.
If only you knew how much Jeongin wanted to say yes.
“If you don’t…I-I’m sorry. We don’t…we didn’t mean to invade. Promise. Just forget it if you don’t want to, we’ll take care of ourselves privately…”
Jisung started holding you tighter. You calmed him with soothing circles on the nape of his neck, assuring him to wait for Jeongin. His best friend couldn’t reply. He was too stunned, making you feel guilty for suggesting the sudden invitation in your tipsy thoughts.
“I know we drank, but I promise we’re fine. We’re so sorry it’s so sudden. If you’re uncomfortable—”
“Yes, i-if it’s okay, may I join?”
You and Jisung widened your eyes at Jeongin. The boy was probably also only half-aware of what he was saying but you knew that he meant it.
“I should…be the one saying sorry.” Jeongin sat up from his bed, not minding his erection in full view. he did not need to be embarrassed at this point. “Not gonna lie, I-I’ve been watching you two since earlier.”
It wasn’t jealousy. He didn’t feel jealous that his best friend was getting it on, nor did he envy that you were fucking his best friend right in front of him. It was longing; longing for whether he wanted to be either of you or to be the prey caught right in between.
“I just…w-wanted to be a part…of it…” Jeongin could feel a lump in his throat. His eyes got watery from half-shameless embarrassment and the pain in his cock.
“Well then, what are you waiting for?” You smiled gently and tapped the small space left on the bed. “Come join us, baby.”
Jeongin practically threw his comforter away to stand up. You giggled and the sensation of your body moving against Jisung made him whimper.
While waiting for Jeongin to settle, you turned to face Jisung, your wonderful boyfriend. You cupped his face with gentle hands and watched him smile, soft cheeks filling your palms.
He was excited. He’d been craving a threesome for a long while and he knew that you liked Jeongin enough for it.
You pecked his lips and rolled your hips back, allowing him to fill more of your cunt until he bottomed out. “You’re my good boy. This is your treat.”
“Mhmm, always gonna be noona’s good boy.” Jisung bit his lower lip with a shy smile. “Noona’s baby w-will be good all the time so we can always have this.”
You had to laugh. “Did you hear that, Innie? He wants to have this all the time.”
As you turned, though, you were greeted with the sight of a salivating boy, eyes trained on your pussy as his hand sat still at the base of his cock.
“Need help there?” you suggested, placing your hand around his.
With gentle tugs and feathery touches, you guided his hand up to the tip of his aching dick. You slotted your fingers between his and played with his smooth flesh. He had never had anything like this before and he was too shocked to move without you.
Too dumb to know how to use what’s his.
“A-ah, fuck, n-noona…” Jeongin’s hips jutted forward by instinct. Jisung mirrored the action, pressing his cock deep into your walls.
It wasn’t intentional but it was expected; you’re dealing with two needy guys after all.
“Good boy, you know what to call me already.” Your hand slid down his cock in the same way you moved your hips along your boyfriend’s cock. “You’ve been listening intently, huh?”
You squeezed Jeongin’s cock at his shaft. “Like a pervert?”
“N-no—” you squeezed harder. “Fuck! Yes, yes, I’ve been a pervert!”
You laughed and let go of him, only to slap him right where you left his touch. You clenched your cunt tightly around Jisung at the same time — the two boys moaned and writhed at the same time.
“I’ve been watching since earlier! I’m sorry, noona! M—fuck!” He was on the brink of tears. Precum leaked out of him again but he still couldn’t bring himself to release.
Smack. Smack. Smack. With each hit, he would cry harder. His chest heaved and the tears finally spilled at the fifth turn. Your boyfriend wasn’t suffering any less, though: his hands clung to your hips and tightened with every slap. He flinched even if he wasn’t at the receiving end of pain — or maybe he was since you couldn’t stop clenching and thrusting abruptly too. He started shaking, moaning in higher and higher pitches, the flinches turning into full-body writhing as he mumbled random things that only you understood.
He was close. You pressed down on Jisung’s chest as your thumb covered the hole in Jeongin’s cock, teasing him. Your boyfriend immediately came inside you and allowed all his cum to gush out in the smallest, prettiest series of thrusts.
Jeongin wished to cum that way, but you were literally blocking him.
He didn’t dare let go of you, though, and his shaky hands never left your hips and back. Instead, Jisung opted to stay still inside you. He brought his upper body closer to yours, whispering into the crook of your neck. Jeongin couldn’t hear it through his sniffling but was glad to hear you parrot it back.
“My good baby here said that you should treat noona well. Only then can you cum.”
Jisung hid his face in your skin but only popped his eyes out to watch his best friend. “Sorry, Innie. Please fuck noona well.”
Jeongin couldn’t believe that he had to fuck his best friend’s girlfriend with his cum inside her. Moreover, he couldn’t believe how much it turned him on even more.
“Think you can do it?” You asked with a smirk.
“Y-yes, noona.”
Not even one beat passed and Jisung propped you off of him, guiding you down on the bed. He gave Jeongin a pat on the back of his shoulder, a gesture he’d always done before.
Jisung kissed his cheek too before latching his lips onto your bare nipples for comfort.
Jisung sucked at your supple and plump skin while Jeongin positioned himself in between your pussy’s reddening lips. Even its exterior felt all sorts of soft to him, far from the quality of a silicone fleshlight. Despite this, he still knew that you would treat him like a stupid little fucktoy.
And you did.
You simply pushed Jeongin by his waist down onto your body. Suddenly his tip made its way inside, forced in with an overwhelming amount of ecstasy that Jeongin couldn’t take anymore. He still held back from cumming, breathing deeply and rapidly in a failed attempt to calm himself. He continued to cry as he sank himself further inside you, feeling the mixture of your smooth wetness and Jisung’s thick and creamy cum. It didn’t help that you were moaning so deliciously, roaming your hands around his waist, and Jisung was giggling and smiling contently while playing with your boobs.
It was all too much for Jeongin but he kept going. Your hand squeezes earlier were nothing compared to the grip of your cunt. Nevertheless, he did his best to pull back and push down to fill you up to your limit. He made sure to make you moan as soon as he found your sweet spot — he’s glad that Jisung pressed down on your skin.
“Noona, noona, fuck, god fuck…”
“She’s amazing right?” Your boyfriend smiled until his gums showed and his eyes crinkled.
“I better be,” you teased back.
He laughed in response, licking a heart shape on your nipple with his tongue. “Mhmm. I love my noona.”
“And I love my baby boy.” You signaled him with a finger to turn him around. Jisung showed you his ass and you tapped his round cheek, hitting the mole that cutely reflected his face mole. Before he knew it, you sank two fingers inside his ass.
“I’ll make you cum again, pretty boy. Show me how much you can cum with that pathetic little cunt of yours.” The words echoed through Jisung’s emptying head as he grew more and more in need. You knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was close anyway since his legs were closing and his ass seemed to clench nonstop.
“And Innie baby, please, show me how good you can make me cum.”
At this point, Jeongin truly only felt like he was good for cumming and making you cum. He mindlessly picked up his pace on your cunt, shocking you with how mind-numbingly fast he went. He grew completely desperate the more that he went, pressing every inch of your skin and moaning your name over and over. He was pathetic yet focused.
Jisung came, ass clenching around your fingers, but he couldn’t peel his gaze off the action.
He needed to cum as much as you did. He could feel your walls fluttering around him and your voice seemed to falter slightly as his thrusts became deeper and harder. You didn’t even need to command him. Your boyfriend seemed to help the both of you too, playing with your clit with one hand whilst he praised his best friend endlessly.
“Innie,” you huffed, “Inside. please.”
Jeongin blinked hard, not holding back on his whines, screaming when he finally released inside you.
His cum gushed out with load after load after load. It seemed as if he couldn’t stop, and he never could bring himself to pull out. He simply collapsed on your side, his thick cock still sunken deep inside you. You came at the same time, moaning his sweet little nickname while you felt yourself gush your essence along with his release. Jisung watched the white, creamy cum leak out of you before bringing a finger to it just to taste it.
You all tasted fucking good.
“Oh shit. I’m dizzy.” Jisung plopped his head next to yours and clung to your other side.
Your boyfriend mumbled something about the soju being rough on him before he sleepily told you that he loved you. Jeongin thought that he would be knocked out solidly after, but felt whiplash as soon as Jisung kissed his cheek again and told him the same.
“Love you both. Thank you so, so, so…”
He instantly fell asleep, his face squished next to your cheek.
You laughed lowly and turned slightly toward Jeongin. You held his face with your free hand and stroked his chin. His eyes smiled along with his dimpled cheeks in pure contentment.
“Smile more, baby. Your dimples are cute.”
He blushed hard in response. “Thank you, noona. R-really. Thank you for tonight.”
“Anytime.” You kissed his forehead and then his nose. “I love you, Innie.”
The boy melted at your words with a pretty, full-toothed grin. “I love you too, noona.”
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rvfecamerons · 3 months
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hiii i love your work. i would love to see your take on rafe’s reaction to reader cheating on him? I imagine it would not go over well for reader 😭
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word count — 2.1k
warnings — dark!rafe, mentions of jj and reader, cheating (reader with jj), smut, NONCON/DUBCON, abusive relationship, violence, slut-slaming, swearing, inspection kink (?), manhandling, degradation, humiliation, lmk if i’m missing anything!!
a/n — u got that right LMAO. SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!! ty for the request bby, hope u enjoy <3
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You’ve been seeing JJ for a minute now, secretly, of course.
You loved Rafe, but he was too jealous, too possessive, too overbearing, and you were starting to reach your wit’s end with your boyfriend.
You hadn’t been intimate together, until tonight.
Rafe was set to have Topper over at his place tonight, allowing you the clearing you needed to sneak off to the other side of the island for the night.
You live alone, so the noise you heard coming from upstairs when you finally returned back home couldn’t be ignored, no matter how much you wanted to.
Wandering up into your room, you were startled to find a dark figure sitting on the edge of your bed.
Even with just the silouhette, the intruder was easy to identify.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” Probably not the best thing to greet the unexpected visitor with, but you went with it.
“Nah, but you were…” You stood frozen in the doorway, trying to weigh the situation mentally. Rafe wasn’t past popping up on you when you weren’t expexting his company, but something about the tone in his voice told you this wasn’t the same as those other times.
And his tone was all you had to go off of, since you had no way of seeing his face across the dark room.
“Where were you?” The question was a roadblock to the thoughts running rampant in your mind. His gaze held you hostage.
Your mouth felt dry, compared to the palms of your hands, which were clammy from nerves.
“I was…at-I was with Kie.” It was half true, and that had to count, right? You knew Rafe was more lenient on the Carrera girl, her roots grew from Figure 8, no matter what she desired to identify as now. You hoped the fact would help him go a little easier on you for not being where you said you’d be.
“Kie?” He questioned, and you nodded.
“Kie…you were with Kie…” 
Your nervous gaze followed your boyfriend as he rose off of the bed.
He stopped just short of you, his broad frame hovering over you, invading your personal space.
“And what were you two doing?”
You scrambled to come up with an answer that would hopefully be convincing.
You came up with, “j-just studying,” you hoped your stuttering wasn’t noticable. “I left my book over there last time, and we have a test tomorrow so I has to go get-,”
“Do you know what time it is right now?”
You screwed your lips shut, only offering the man before you your eyes.
They were no doubt glossed over, a pleading look behind them.
You flinched when Rafe lifted a hand, jutting his arm out to pull his sleeve back, revealing his expensive custom Rolex.
His eyes fell to it, “2:53A.M…” he read the clock before his eyes darted back up to your face.
“So, so, let me get this straight,” he transferred his weight onto the hip his hand was perched on. “I’m supposed to believe you were just studying, with Kiara, at 3 in the morning?”
You shifted uncomfortably in front of him.
His blue eyes were piercing your skin, you swore you could feel a searing burn where his gaze remained glued to you. You couldn’t read his face at first, but you still shouldn’t have been surprised by his next words.
“I already saw you on the Cut. I’m just trying to give you a chance to tell me the truth.”
How was that possible?
You swallowed hard, legs instantly reduced to jello as your knees made their first threats to buckle beneath you.
Deciding to stick to your guns, you attempted to right your posture again, “Rafe, I don’t know what-“
“Are you fucking JJ Maybank?”
The question both caught you off guard and shook you to your core.
Yes, you thought.
“No!” You spat out, facial features screwing together, like you couldn’t believe your boyfriend would ask such a thing, accuse you of cheating on him. “Why would you think that?”
Rafe only chucked at your words, slowly taking another step in your direction. The fabric of your shirt brushed against the material of his.
You had no time to register what was happening before Rafe was roughly snatching you up, one hand digging into your upper arm while the other curled around the back of your neck.
The new hold allowed the strong man to force you down, effectively bending you over onto the bed.
You gasped out, “Rafe!” He only responded by pressing your face further down onto the mattress, muffling your cries.
“What? Just wanna check,” he started, innocence lacing his tone. “You say you didn’t fuck him… I should be able to tell if this pussy’s been used recently, right?”
With that, Rafe hooked his fingers around the waistline of your shorts, carelessly forced your pants down your legs. He didn’t even bother unbuttoning or unzipping them, simply allowed the material to claw at your skin as he drug it down.
Thick fingers moved to spread your folds, stretching them out an uncomfortable distance apart.
You tried to control the pulsing you felt in your clit, still oversensitive from the railing you’d received from JJ. He didn’t hold much back your first time fucking, but you were thankful your lucky stars that he didn’t finish inside of you.
But the remnants of your infildelity were still immistakable.
One look at your puffy clit told him you’d done nothing but lie your ass off since your walk of shame back into the house.
You couldn’t see the way his nostrils began to flare, the way his jaw ticked and his muscles flexed as the realization washed over him.
His girlfriend was unfaithful to him.
His eyes all but rolled back in his head as he sat with the betrayal.
All at once, Rafe yanked you up by your hair, pulling you back against his solid chest.
“So you’re a liar and a whore?” The question was rhetorical, and you both knew it.
For some reason, you still couldn’t bring yourself to admit what you’d done. Maybe it was due to the harsh grip in your hair, or the way your boyfriend towered over you, seething down in your face.
“R-Rafe, I didn’t-“
His bitter laugh cut you off, “are you really gonna sit there and lie to me again? Right in my face?” His grip tightened warningly in your hair, nails scratching at your scalp, fingers squeezing until you were finally forced to give in.
“I’m sorry!” You breathlessly cried out, “I’m sorry, Rafe! It was a mistake, please-!”
He blew a puff of air out of his nose, chin hitting the top of your head as he nodded above you. “A mistake…” he repeated evenly.
Rafe didn’t forgive easily. And this was hardly a mistake, he decided.
Something snapped in him, robbed him of his patience all at once.
You could only cry out and squirm underneath his strong hold when he shoved you harshly back down onto the bed.
Your attempts to push yourself back up were futile, as Rafe immediately sunk his weight down onto you, leaving you no choice but to lay face down on the bed.
Your muscles only relaxed after you’d tried to lift up a couple more times, proving to be no match for Rafe’s strength.
You drew in a shaky breath, which you found was harder to manage with the heaviness weighing down on your back.
“Rafe…” you softly tried to plead with him, ears choosing to ignore what your brain knew was the sound of Rafe’s belt being unfastened. 
“Your best bet right now, is to shut the fuck up,” He hissed, delivering a harsh slap to your ass.
The clothing covering it was torn from your body first, carelessly dragged down your legs.
Drawing his hips back, Rafe created the space he needed to plunge down into you fully on the very first thrust.
Your protests went unaddressed, buried and lost in the duvet cover your face was held against.
“Don’t cry, baby,” you were surprised to hear the pet name roll off of his lips still, but you knew there was no sincereity behind it. “Maybank already stretched you out, right? Shouldn’t be a problem takin’ this dick now, huh?”
You can’t bring yourself to speak, too embarassed to say anything.
He soon finds his rhythm, feeding you his dick, whether you wanted it or not.
You continuously tried to lift your body up, lift your hips up off of the mattress, but Rafe’s chest against your back left you nowhere to go.
A rough hand presses ruthlessly down on your spine, forcing your back to arch more for him as he continued driving his hard length in and out of your tight cunt.
Rafe was usually a very vocal person in bed, so the silence that cushioned the sound of his cock plunging into you was a sure sign of his distaste for you at the moment. He couldn’t look at you either, hence why he’d slammed your face down, forced away from him so he could fuck you without having to actually see you.
The brutal pace he chose to rut into your core with made it feel like you were breaking apart in his grasp. 
The tightening feeling in your stomach made its appearance quicker than you’d expected. It made sense though, since JJ had already warmed you up, made your clit even more reactive to any sort of touch or sensation.
Rafe didn’t miss the way your walls started pulsating around him, the way you struggled to suppress your moans and mewls now.
As much as he wanted to dump his load inside of you, paint your walls, make you feel like the slut you’d clearly proven to him that you were, he also wouldn’t allow you the satisfaction of finishing after such a blanant act of betrayal.
The thumb he moved to swirl around your sensitive bud had your band ready to snap, pleasure finally ready to override the pain as you felt your orgasm building, rising to the surface.
Just before you could fully come undone around your boyfriend’s cock, he maticulously jerked his hips back, unsheathing himself in one swift motion.
The abrupt emptiness had you gasping, but not out of shock. You weren’t surprised your boyfriend decided to pull out just before you could get what he drove you to need from him.
It was bad enough he forced himself on you after you were already spent from multiple rounds with JJ, but even worse to rob you of your high that he worked to orchestrate.
Something kept you from lifting yourself up off of the mattress, but Rafe didn’t let you linger there for too long before he decided he’d had enough, and pulled you up off of the bed by your hair.
“Thought I was gonna come in you? Inside of that nasty secondhand pussy? You’re lucky I even stuck my dick in there,” Your legs were too weak to support your weight, meaning the only thing holding you up was the harsh hand tangled in your hair.
“Thought you deserved to be filled up by me? Hmm?”
You shook your head, unsure of what your true answer was, and what it was that Rafe wanted to hear in that moment. Your hands grappled for purchase on his own, squeezing around his wrist and only prompting him to tug harder on your hair.
He let out a long sigh, his other hand moving to grab your face, hand squeezing your cheeks together until your lips had no choice but to part.
Rafe fixed you with a look that you wouldn’t have even given to roadkill on the side of the highway.
“Only good girls get to cum,” he clarified, “and I can hardly stand the sight of you right now, so…”
Without warning, Rafe turned, angling your body with his before both hands relinquished their hold on your hair and face in favor of your back, which he then shoved his hands against.
He didn’t react when your half naked frame went tumbling down, carpet bracing your descent and eliciting a burning sensation in your knees as you slid slightly upon your fall.
Tears were streaming down your face at this point, and it took all the strength you had to push yourself up off of the floor. Your hair was dishevelled, strands crossing every which way over your face, tainting your view of Rafe when you glared up at him.
His face lacked any remorse, he seemed unphased by your cries and the pleading look in your eyes.
“We’ll finish this little discussion tomorrow.”
With that, he turned on his heels, calmly disappearing down the hallway.
You flinched from your bedroom floor when you finally heard the front door slam shut.
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523rdrebel · 3 months
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Low Battery
Crosshair x Reader (GN)
Rating: Teen, SFW
Warnings: Party Setting, Mention/Allusion to drinking alcohol, overstimulation, low social energy.
Summary: Reader is at a party and has reached their limit for social interaction. They need an escape and find it unexpectedly with a grumpy Sniper hiding in a corner.
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You’d been enjoying yourself with your group of friends, the party had been fun for a while, you’d had a couple of drinks and felt comfortably warm and fuzzy, and you’d had a great time conversing about life or telling entertaining stories. But now you were at your limit. The music was too loud, pulsing in your ears and making you feel like you were in a bubble that was increasingly pressing in upon you. The crowd mingling, dancing, and drinking all around you didn’t help the uncomfortable, claustrophobic pressure, either. Your friends were talking and laughing and part of you felt bad that you could no longer follow the conversation, words blended together into an audio mush with the music and the pulsing in your ears. You smiled and nodded back when they spoke to you, but the effort it took to respond and participate socially was just too much.
You sighed, running a hand over your head and wishing you could just go home, but as you’d arrived with one of your friends, you were stuck until they were ready to leave. You stood and walked around the room under the guise of getting a new drink, seeking a quiet place to hide until you could leave and recharge in the silence of your own home. You avoided eye contact as you passed other party-goers, dodging and weaving past waving, grabbing hands and gyrating hips. 
Your eyes locked onto a dark, blissfully empty corner and beelined your way towards it, only to find, to your dismay, that it was already occupied. A tall white haired man leaned in the corner, piercing eyes glaring at every person who came too close. You knew of him, others called him Crosshair, but had never met him yourself, he had a bit of a reputation for being an abrasive a-hole and loner.  He had a crosshair tattoo over his eye, a little on the nose, you thought, but it looked nice on him. He gave off an intimidating, do not talk to me sort of air.
You stopped in your tracks, unsure if you should try to find another spot to hide or give up and rejoin your friends. But just the thought of making your way back through the crowd and enduring more social interaction made your skin itch, so you shook your head, squared your shoulders and headed over to the corner.
The man glowered murderously at you as you silently found an area near him with enough space between you to suggest you didn’t wish to speak, and you kept your eyes focused anywhere but on the figure beside you. You crossed your arms over your chest, hugging yourself tightly, closed your eyes, and breathed in deeply, willing time to go by faster.
Surprisingly enough, Crosshair didn’t say a word and seemed content to keep to his own space, though he continued to glower dangerously at any person who got too close. After an undetermined amount of time, and after you’d relaxed somewhat and were leaning in comfortable silence against the wall, someone lacking the ability to read the room decided to try to chat you up.
“Hey, a babe like you shouldn’t be hiding in the corner…” The intruder’s voice made you cringe and you had to fight the impulse to flee. You groaned internally and simply stared at him, unsure how to respond.
“Come on pretty thing–” He leaned in, hovering in your physical space, you tried to shrink back but had nowhere to go.
“They’re not interested, di’kut.” Crosshair snapped irritably. “And you're in my space. Leave.” The voice was low, dangerous, like a coiled snake, and it was comforting despite the shiver that ran down your spine.
The intruder stepped back, eyeing Crosshair, sizing him up before rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “Freak,” he spits the word like venom but turns around and walks away without looking back.
Relief washes over you and you let out the breath you’d been holding, offering the man a grateful smile. “Thank you,” you speak softly.
He simply shrugged, but placed himself directly beside you before returning to his vigilant and piercing glares at any further intruders to your now shared space.
The both of you remained in comfortable silence, the pressure and overstimulation had lessened, though the pulsing music and close proximity of so many people still left you feeling drained and yearning for your bed.
Crosshair chuckled slightly, a surprising sound after the long stretch of silence, “So kriffing stupid…”
You followed his gaze to a group across the room, they were chanting and shouting and lifting one obviously drunk man up off his feet. Their hold on him was shaky and precarious, everyone past the point of making good decisions. You could see it coming, the entire group fallen to the floor and it would be a miracle if any of them left without injuries. You told Crosshair as much, just before the entire group collapsed in front of your eyes and you burst into startled laughter.
You and Crosshair spend the rest of the evening in relative silence, broken only occasionally by snide comments, gossipy asides, and punctuated by massive eye rolls. You're surprised at how natural it feels, being here with Crosshair, your social battery is low but his presence seemed to cost none of the energy you usually lost. It was nice.
He kept intruders from striking up conversations and you appreciated his sarcastic commentary.
By the time your friend found you and it was time to leave, you'd enjoyed a few solid hours of quiet companionship and found you'd actually enjoyed yourself. Though you were still exhausted and would likely need a few days of little to no social interaction to recover, you felt that if every party was like this one, you’d like them so much more.
Your friend regarded you and Crosshair with much confusion, but ultimately was just happy you’d found a comfortable space to enjoy yourself. You left with a quiet smile and listened to your friend’s recounting of the events you missed the whole way home.
As you readied yourself for bed, curled up in your most comfortable blanket, your comm beeped with a message.
- Next time you need an escape, comm me. We’ll leave all the idiots behind. 
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sirazaroff · 6 months
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I have an idea that involves Velvet and i wanted to ask you what you thought of it! :3
A few days after RWBY and Jaune return from the Ever After, Velvet notices that Jaune is keeping his distance from her, and she has no idea why. She asks all of Team RWBY and even Nora, Ren, and Oscar, but they don’t know why he’s doing it either.
She tells Coco about it and she immediately wants to figure it out and the two basically corner Jaune to get him to talk. He relents pretty quickly and says he’s doing it to make sure he doesn’t make Velvet uncomfortable.
Velvet has no idea why he’d make her feel that way, he’s her friend after all, so Jaune explains that soon after returning from Ever After he caught himself reaching to touch her ears out of Habit because he did it with Juniper whenever he was stressed or needed something to ground himself, but he knows that touching a Faunus Trait is a very serious and intimate thing and felt horrible for nearly intruding on her personal space.
Velvet is touched by his thoughtfulness and says she appreciates it immensely, but he doesn’t have to distance himself from his friends, all he had to do was explain from the start and she would understand, and now she does :3
Coco’s still hung up on the fact that Jaune was friends with an honest-to-gods Jackalope LANSKXSBJS
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And after Coco and Vel confront him
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Sorry I just! I love this scene you’ve set up so much that I wanted to see come to life. Jaune’s always treated so strangely in this fandom. He’s really not that bad if you just focus for a sec.
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I totally see this scenario being believable. All that trauma from his time in the Everafter. And Juniper was his only stability for so so so long…you don’t forget someone like that. See their ghost in familiar places, in familiar people.
I think it’ll do him good to start being made to process his issues. I haven’t made it to V9 yet but my take on Jaune is he’s just having a bad day constantly. Underdog healer. Being around new company will do him good. Help him process. I think when the trio are alone together they’ll make a lot of progress with that. Unload a lot of that baggage he’s been carrying.
Anyways, boy’s gonna be fine. He’s in good hands and even better company~
Thank you for sending the ask! Here have this for me taking so long.
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Now. Time to play catch up with my inbox.
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"When's the last time you slept?" With witchcraft Scott being asked that by Joey? Or Cleo, whatever gets your brain juice flowing
"God, you look awful." Joey was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. Scott felt irritation curl in his gut at the casual way which the other witch just waltzed into his home like he owned the place. His fists clenched as he fought to keep from snapping at the intruder. "When was the last time you slept?"
"I don't see how that's any of your business," he sneered. Truce or not, he and Joey certainly weren't on friendly terms, and he didn't appreciate his space being invaded with such little notice. He'd been in the middle of brewing potions, a very delicate process that required exact measurements.
He was already on his fifth try thanks to the way his hands shook and his vision seemed to blur and double. He didn't need additional distractions.
"Did you need something?"
"Come to think of it, do you even have a bed?" Joey bulldozed right over him, as if he hadn't heard Scott at all. "I've been through almost your entire house and I haven't found a single pillow."
Scott bristled. Did this man not have any respect for privacy?
"Why do you want to know? Trying to get a taglock?" Technically, the terms and conditions of their truce forbid Joey from practicing curses or voodoo, or any of the magic that Scott practiced. But he wouldn't put it past Joey to try and find a work around anyway.
"Oh yes, because that went so well for me the first time." The firefrost witch snorted, rolling his eyes. "As if. I know better than to try to mess with you by now."
"Flattery will get you nowhere." Scott rested his hands on the table behind him. "What do you want?"
Joey sighed, long and dramatic, as if it pained him to reveal his purpose here. Scott just scowled at him, refusing to say anything else until his rival spoke first.
"Fine, fine. Since you're just so insistent." Joey smiled amusedly and reached into his bag. Scott tensed, hand already straying towards his wand, but the other didn't move to attack him. Instead, his hand emerged holding a small poppet. "As per our agreement, I need someone cursed. I still have to get back at Pris for the whole demonic alter thing. I even saved you the trouble of having to make one of these creepy little dolls. You're welcome."
He tossed the poppet over to Scott, who held up a hand to catch it. Unfortunately, he was a bit too slow, and the doll bounced off of his hand and fell to the floor before he could curl his fingers around it. He stared at it in defeat for a few moments, as if he could will it back to him with the force of his disappointment, before giving up and bending over to pick it up.
When he looked back over at Joey, the firefrost witch's grin had dropped. His brow was slightly creased, lips twisted downward in what could almost be considered concern, if Scott were stupid.
"What?" He snapped. Joey hesitated, for once devoid of any mocking remark, his usual condescension completely gone.
"Are... you okay? Like I know I was joking about it but seriously... have you been getting any sleep at all?"
Scott grit his teeth and glared, but Joey's expression didn't change. He wasn't falling for it. It didn't matter that the last person to ask that question in a similar context was... him, he wouldn't give away any weakness.
"I don't need sleep," he informed Joey. "I did away with my bed after you and Pris attempted to get my taglock."
Joey's eyes widened, posture loosening. "...Oh." His gaze flicked from side to side, looking mildly uncomfortable. "I... sorry, I guess."
"Don't be. If anything, I should be thanking you. After all, you brought to my attention a glaring vulnerability that my enemies could easily use against me. Thanks to you, I was able to get rid of it" Scott turned back to his brewing stand. "Now, what kind of curse were you thinking of?"
Joey didn't say anything, which was again, strange. After a few seconds, Scott glanced behind him to make sure he was still there. The other witch's mouth was pinched, his eyes welling up with pity. It made Scott's skin crawl.
"...It can wait. You should get some rest."
Scott barked out a laugh.
"I thought you were done with underestimating me. Do you really think I would listen to you of all people?"
Joey's shoulders rose, expression turning sour. "Well forgive me for being concerned."
Scott snorted. "You. Concerned about me?" He shook his head. "Alright, very funny. Who are you really? Is that you, El? Shelby? Tiff?"
"I-I am not any one of those pathetic excuses for witches!" Joey cried out indignantly. "How dare you! Is it so impossible to believe that maybe it is really me?"
"Yes," Scott deadpanned.
Joey turned bright red. "W-well- you-" He screamed in frustration. "Just listen to me, would you? You're of no use to me if you can't even think straight."
"I never do anything straight."
"Me neither, but that is besides the point. Look, you can't curse someone if you can barely keep your eyes open. For all I know you could accidentally grab the wrong taglock and then boom, I'm being lit on fire every time I step out in the sun again." He took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just... get some sleep. You look like you're about to fall over."
Scott bit back a traitorous yawn, as if summoned by the very thought. He couldn't go to sleep now- he just couldn't. There was too much that could happen to him while he was asleep. He wouldn't be able to defend himself if someone attacked him. Or tried to steal from him. Or cursed him. Joey was crazy if he thought that Scott would really trust his word.
"I'll call Cleo if you don't."
Scott froze.
"As if she'd pick up for you," he shot back. Joey smirked.
"She would if I was calling from your landline."
...Damnit.
"Alright, fine. Geez." Joey's face turned triumphant. Scott let out a low growl. "I'll go to bed. Now leave me alone."
Joey laughed. "I don't believe you. I'm staying right here until I see for myself you that you fell asleep."
"That is so creepy."
"I don't care. If you're going to insist on making yourself my only option for curses, then I'm going to make sure that I'm getting the best quality possible out of it. Now move, chop chop. Before you actually keel over." Joey gestured behind him to the empty hallway.
Scott grumbled and set down the poppet, but shuffled over to the door anyways. Joey led him down into the living room and over to one of the couches, before immediately sashaying off to the nearest closet and throwing it open.
The inside had extra blankets and linens that Scott never actually used, but Joey didn't even seem to see the dust that had piled up on top of them before he was pulling at one of the blankets and shaking it out.
Scott remained on edge as he watched Joey flit around the room, trying to look for something that could suffice as a pillow. He still didn't trust it. He couldn't believe a single thing that the firefrost witch said (no matter the small part of his brain that tried to convince him otherwise).
Joey definitely observed this, and rolled his eyes again. Scott remembered vaguely his mother telling him that if he did that too many times, they'd get stuck back there. He hoped that didn't happen. It would be a shame if Joey's eyes got stuck. They were quite pretty to look at, despite the aggravating personality of the person they were attached to.
The firefrost witch set a hand on his shoulder that burned, which Scott brushed off as his magic, and pushed him into lying down, propping his head with a cushion he'd pried off the other couch and throwing the blanket over him.
"I'll keep watch, or whatever. Nothing will happen while you're out."
"And how am I supposed to trust that?" Scott muttered, although his exhaustion was already sinking into his bones.
"Relax. Killing you in your sleep is hardly beneficial to me right now." Joey's grin was still the same arrogant, self-satisfied thing it always was. But the edges seemed... softer. Or maybe Scott really was just sleep deprived.
"Why are you doing this? Why do you care so much?" Scott turned onto his side. He saw Joey turn his head quickly so that his face was hidden, but he could have sworn he saw a flash of red across his cheeks.
"I don't," Joey said, voice sounding slightly strained. "It's like I said. I want only the best of the best. I can't have the quality of your curses be affected by your terrible self care habits, now can I?"
Scott hummed. He was sure there was a flaw in that logic somewhere, but he was too tired to figure it out. His eyes slipped closed, and he finally let himself fall into the depths of unconsciousness.
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stxrvel · 2 months
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something #2
hi guys! i think im enjoying writing short stuff better, bc i tend to get stuck with the longer ones. still gonna see how that will turn out. do you guys have anything in mind you want to read? i cant seem to find the inspiration to continue the projects i already have. i'll read you!! hope u like this! see u next time. love u <3
warnings: hateful acts, all against all, people (avengers) taking sides, mean reader
Sometimes, when Y/N went to the Tower, the atmosphere was not as uncomfortable as she imagined. She could even say that she didn't have such a bad time, but it still wasn't one of her favorite places. It was times like those that she could remember why she preferred the solitude of the Complex to the uptight fraternity of the Tower.
“Ah, that mission really was a disaster,” Sam Wilson was telling some story in the middle of the kitchen island, most of the group gathered around him, a huge scowl on his face, barely noticing a fidgeting Steve Rogers. Y/N occasionally returned to the conversation, too much on her mind at the moment.
“I don't think I've ever seen Fury so angry,” Tony Stark spoke next to her, sipping his coffee stretched out on the uncomfortable kitchen chairs.
“We spent about… what, two weeks in penance?” Natasha Romanoff shook her head, a grimace on her face as she remembered Fury's reprimand and the days following that terrible mission, as she approached Y/N with a green drink in her clear acrylic cup.
“And Fury's penances are to be feared. I don't think it ever occurred to me to be that reckless again,” Sam looked back at Y/N, reminding her with a glance that the topic of conversation had turned thanks to her, when she came into the kitchen along with Natasha and they decided the best topic of conversation was last week's disastrous mission. Sam may have wanted to be benevolent and show understanding, but she really couldn't care less.
“I wasn't reckless,” Y/N lifted her shoulders, absently sipping from the glass Natasha had reached for, sitting next to her with an amused expression.
“I second that,” the redhead waved her glass in Y/N's direction, earning a sidelong glance from Steve on the other side from the kitchen doorway.
“You weren't because it was avoided,” Sam mimicked her gesture, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms folded across his chest, his drink forgotten on the kitchen island.
“If it wasn't reckless what they decided to do, why in the same way do we have a veto?”
Sam didn't answer her, just as she expected, and barely smiled at Natasha as she clinked her glass against hers in a silent toast. The atmosphere in the kitchen had become somewhat tense, and for the first time she was pleased that Tony hadn't intruded on the conversation. Perhaps he was more in agreement with her than he would want to accept.
“If you're done,” Steve finally spoke up, standing in the doorway with tense shoulders, sending a hard glare at the redhead and Y/N, “Sam and I have to go.”
Wilson exhaled gruffly, grabbing his mug rinsing it in the dishwasher before following in the Captain's quick footsteps, not before sending a glare at the rest of those present in the kitchen.
“You don't know when to be quiet,” Tony spoke after a few seconds, as the sound of the elevator doors closing reached their ears. “That's why I like you so much.”
“It was obvious Wilson would side with Barnes, but I didn't think he'd be so openly against you,” Natasha moved to occupy the space next to Tony at the counter, right where Falcon had been a few minutes earlier. Natasha looked disgruntled, genuinely interested to know what was going on with Wilson, but Tony next to her was the manifestation of quite the opposite, with the corner of his lips cocked to one side and a bored gesture.
“Sam thinks it's my fault. He finds it impossible to believe that two people as righteous as Rogers and Barnes could do something so wrong,” Y/N replied, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Besides it hasn't been the same between us since what happened that time,” Tony tilted his head, blinking rapidly as if trying to rush the memories out. “They still hate us.”
“They hate me,” Y/N corrected him, earning an incredulous look from both of them instantly. Natasha frowned.
“You didn't do anything wrong, and they demonize us for being on your side. But some other people on this team have done worse,” the redhead tossed the comment into the air, and it seemed that the memories came very easily to each of them.
“Whatever it is, I couldn't care less,” Y/N stood up, taking the now empty glass and rinsing it in the dishwasher.
Natasha knew she was about to leave, so she broke away from the counter and changed the topic of conversation.
“Do you want us to make change?”
Y/N looked at the redhead with a bored expression. There was the possibility of requesting a change of mission with any team member once a month, and since it was just the beginning of November the shifts had been restarted. Last month Y/N had requested a change with Natasha because she was sure she couldn't spend too much time around her partner without wanting to hang him with her bare hands. She hadn't had any more missions with him up to that point and had the opportunity in front of her to avoid it, but this time she didn't want to take that option. She had a feeling something worse was coming.
“No, I'll be fine.”
“Do you think you can spend more than twenty-four hours with Scott?”
“He's stupid, irritating and annoying, but you guys know there are worse things in this life.”
“Worse things like the unmentionable?”
It was impossible to miss the look Natasha automatically shot Tony, which Y/N was sure if she had been standing next to him she would've elbowed the air out of him.
“Yeah, Tony, you're a genius,” Y/N rolled her eyes, grabbing her cell phone next to Natasha and moving to leave the kitchen.
But just when she thought she could have an enjoyable and uneventful day at the Tower, without this kind of incident, Barnes appeared just inside the entrance and it was instantaneous change in the mood. She even noticed Natasha and Tony stirring in their positions as if they were finding it hard to breathe amidst all the tension.
“Ah, you again.”
Y/N wasn't going to be the one to move to let Barnes in and judging by the look on his face it seemed he wasn't either. That was the way it was every time.
“You were also the last person I expected to see, actually.”
She'd seen that attempt at a carefree expression on Barnes' face a hundred times, but it didn't go unnoticed the way he tried to hide his quickened breathing or the indiscreet way he moved his eyes all over her face. His heavy, deep breathing almost convinced her of his disinterest, but she noticed the small changes and movements in his chest. It was impossible that after so long he could hide anything from her. Maybe that was why he was trying to convince himself that he hated her, because try as he might he couldn't figure her out after all that had happened like she could him.
But that was irrelevant. Barnes had long since ceased to be anyone in her life.
“Move,” was what she said, even though a couple of other things went through her head just to annoy him.
“You move,” he retorted, adopting a more relaxed posture.
Her blood boiled, almost certain that the veins in her forehead could be seen at that distance from how hard she was trying to hold back because just the sight of him was enough to upset all the chemistry in her body that deeply detested him.
With her dark gaze that she was sure could cut into his skin if it were physically possible, Y/N raised one of her hands to rest it on one of Barnes' shoulders, catching him completely off guard because he was surely expecting a hateful response that would incite an argument, as it did sometimes happen.
But Y/N wasn't in the mood for that, as many times. The times she took the time to argue with Barnes was when she had too much anger inside that she felt she had to take it out on something or she was going to implode.
So Barnes let his guard down completely, his bored expression changing to complete stupefaction and surprise, looking at her face and then her hand on his left shoulder. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat.
Y/N understood at that moment the expression “like a fish out of water”.
It was at that moment of greatest cluelessness that Y/N used her hand to push the man who was almost twice her height. Barnes moved as if he were a leaf in the middle of a gale, a little use of her strength was enough to send the distracted man to the ground.
With the noise muffled by his clothes, Y/N walked past him as if nothing extraordinary had happened, with the restrained laughter of her companions behind her and Barnes' gaze following her until the elevator doors closed.
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i have been enabled to be autistic about emesis blue so i will now study the first scene that absolutely killed me and one of my personal favorites in regards to cinematography
(screen recording so you can watch it first)
are you ready? let's go!
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the phone call ends and we are overwhelmed by an unnerving silence. a clock in the room amplifies the sense of dread. it's beat feeling almost like a heart, while also grounding the scene on real time
the static guides us as scout turns his head to look at something off screen. the shot positions him in a clear comparison with the pawn on the chess board, the only blue piece surrounded by unlit red ones on and off the board. it is between the queen and king implying the lack of importance and agency he has. we can appreciate a triangular composition based on these pieces and scouts face, leading the eye of the viewer towards the aforementioned pawn. a couple of rocks help cementing the effect by filling in the negative space left in between scouts face and the pawn, while also adding to the idea that the blue figure being surrounded, as they stand parallel to the other red pieces
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he sees something and we switch camera so we can see what he spotted. someone starts whitelisting hall of the mountain king
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despite being able to see him, we are in an angle that alludes to scouts pov. the light cast by the lap burns his face making us ignore his features and guiding us directly to where his mother's face is peaking in front of the window, surrounding her by darkness. as we keep hearing the song, it builds up tension like winding a jackbox, becoming uncanny as it suddenly cuts to come back again like a record player getting momentarily stuck.
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scout watches as her head drops when an off screen figure drops it. when it hits the floor the whistling ends breaking the tension to then pan to the left side of the room where we see the shadow made by an intruder wielding a blunt object
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the clock stops ticking while we can see the figure standing on screen, on a first watch, our eyes will focus on the shadow as it is situated withing the only well lit area on screen, being also the place we are led to by the panning.
FINAL THOUGHTS:
this scene builds up tension in a way that misdirects the viewer to explore the uncomfortableness and terror of being frozen in place (fight/flight/freeze/fawn). we know something is wrong and therefore, something is about to happen. so we expectantly wait, unable to do anything about it. then, as it is about to end, we are made aware that the danger we were waiting for, had been creeping up towards us, out of our sight while we were staring the opposite way. this entire movie is incredibly crafted, but as a fan of cinema and a fan of horror, this scene is my favorite.
(thanks @hydepotions for giving me an excuse to be a little more autistic than usual)
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If you have the spoons, how do you think the mafiatale/ mafiafell / underfell papyrus/ swap fell gold &purple sans’s would react to their S/O telling someone off for trying to flirt while they’re out at a restaurant?
I imagine the situation of someone walking up, trying to flirt and getting annoyed at being rejected, followed by the S/O saying “My parent’s kitten has more bite than you. We’re in public, shut up, sit down somewhere and contemplate your complete lack of manners.”
Underfell Papyrus - He ends your speech with a long menacing growl and a protective hand on your shoulder. If the guy didn't get the message after what you said, he sure has now. Once they're gone, Edge simply goes back to whatever you were talking about, happy to have dinner with you!
Swapfell Sans - He smiles at the rejected guy with pity. Yeah, he knows he's lucky to have you. Too bad he's not sharing. He puts the last screw on the intruder's coffin by telling them they can sit at the bar and dream of the life they will never have with you. Be jealous in silence please.
Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine doesn't care and calls security to eliminate that random man polluting his living space and yours. It's a table for two people, who invited that guy in the first place? Go in hell? Wine doesn't even look their way as they're dragged out of the room. He's not going to get bothered by such unimportant topics.
Mafiatale Sans - He chuckles as the guy is decomposing right in front of you. He was not too enthusiastic about going to the restaurant, it's not that much his thing, but after that, he's for sure in a good mood and cheers a little.
Mafiatale Papyrus - He grabs the intruder's arm and says nothing, simply staring right through their soul for a very long two awkward minutes. Eventually, they're very uncomfortable and leave on their own. Why waste time talking to them when you can simply make them realize their mistake silently?
Mafiafell Sans - He can't believe the audacity. The guy stole his seat and is flirting with you like he's not right behind them. That's fine though. Fang uses his magic to yeet the guy from his chair, then he makes them fly through the entire restaurant and violently crash into the wall. Well, after that, you're fired from the restaurant. Fang regrets nothing though, even if he pretends really hard he's sorry lol.
Mafiafell Papyrus - He lets his S/O's handle it, simply standing behind them, menacingly. The problem is that Torpedo is three heads taller than you and he really doesn't have a friendly face. So yeah, your annoying pretendant is kinda pissing themselves after a few minutes of Torpedo staring. Torpedo tells you he's proud of you afterwards.
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“I loved him”
Word count: 2820
Rating: G
Summary: Post S2. Aziraphale is getting worried because he hasn’t been able to locate Crowley ever since their fight. He comes back to the bookshop to pick up some reading material. He ends up having an unexpected heart to heart with Maggie.
Tags: Angst. Angst again. Maggie and Aziraphale friendship. Confessions.
Author notes: If you’re on TikTok you might have heard the audio from Einstein and Eddington being used in Aziracrow edits. YouTube clip bellow if you haven’t heard it yet. I always see I being used as if Crowley were saying it, but what I’d Aziraphale did? That’s this one shot. If I have to live with that idea then you do to.
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“Mr Fell!”
A voice called out, Aziraphale startled and dropped the keys to his bookshop onto the steps. He looked around, Maggie was trotting down the sidewalk towards him.
“Maggie my dear…”
He said as she reached him.
“Mr Fell! Gosh it’s been ages. We were beginning to think you’d sold the bookshop and left?”
She said breathlessly. Aziraphale smiled politely, bending down to pick up his keys.
“Oh no, still very much the owner of this bookshop.”
Aziraphale said, his eyes darting around the street behind her. He hoped that no one else had spotted him. He didn’t really want to get dragged into to many pleasantries. He wasn’t suppose to be down here for too long, but he’d lied and said he needed a couple of books from his shop. Really he was just desperate for something to read that wasn’t a memo. He also wanted to poke around and see if he could find any sign of Crowley, and Maggie might be able to help him with that.
“Oh I’m glad, I’d be devastated if we lost you as a landlord.”
Maggie replied brightly. Aziraphale brushed past the compliment and asked
“Would you like to come in?”
“Oh…I’m not intruding am I?”
She said, blinking at him
“Not at all dear.”
The angel unlocked the door and stepped inside. He knew returning to the bookshop might be upsetting, but he wasn’t quite prepared for the heaviness that fell onto his shoulders as he crossed the threshold. The bookshop still looked exactly how it did that day, not a single thing had been moved. The smell of ancient pages and dust swept through his lungs as he inhaled, bringing with it a wave of memories that stung like alcohol down the throat. A terrible, sinking feeling pressed on his chest uncomfortably.
He looked down at his feet. The rug by the front door was still creased a little where the demons boots had wrinkled it when he’d stormed out a few weeks prior. Aziraphale always had to adjust things in the shop whenever Crowley had been around. The demon had a rather unconcerned way of moving through space that resulted in things being knocked out of place all the time. He had the compulsion to straighten the rug, but couldn’t quite bring himself to do it.
“Where’s that girl who’s always here now?”
Maggie asked, startling the angel. He’d completely forgotten she was there.
“Oh, Muriel? She’s…well, at head office. Tea?”
Aziraphale said, pulling himself together and gesturing for Maggie to take a seat on the couch. He’d purposefully come down when he knew Muriel would be up in Heaven for her monthly debriefing. She was charming, but he really wasn’t in the mood for a creature so bright and bubbly right now.
“Oh yes…tea would be lovely.”
Maggie replied, smiling politely as she sat down. Aziraphale attempted to smile back and disappeared into the back room to miracle some tea. Maggie was eyeing the various things strewn on Azirpaphales desk when he returned with the tray and teacups. He handed her one full of piping hot tea and took a seat in his arm chair next to his desk. He avoided looking over where his dairy sat atop a stack of books he’d been organising the day before he’d left. He knew exactly what was in the last pages he’d filled out, and he didn’t want to read them.
“So, Nina and I haven’t seen you or Mr Crowley for weeks? Did you go away on holiday or something?”
Maggie asked. The mention of Crowleys name sent a solid something clanging into the angels stomach somewhere near his navel. The answer to his unasked question of if she’d seen the demon was having a similar effect.
“No…I uh….started a new job.”
He said vaguely, sipping on his tea to cover up his disappointment.
“Oh? What’s the job?”
She asked
“Um, management I guess you could call it.”
Azirphale replied, his eyes kept wandering around the desk and out the window. His enthusiasm for this interaction had left quite suddenly.
“Oh. That’s exciting. I guess it must be very important for you to leave your bookshop.
Maggie said
“Oh yes, very important.”
Aziraphale replied distractedly, now acutely aware of Crowleys wide brimmed hat from the 1940’s on the coat hanger only metres from him. He hardly noticed when Maggie fell silent for a long moment.
“Forgive me if I’m overstepping….but you seem a little…distracted Mr Fell. Not yourself I mean. Is everything alright?”
Aziraphales eyes darted over to meet hers. The genuine concern in them touched the angel, bless her heart, he thought, a human worried about an angel.
“Oh yes. Just fine, I think I’m just a little tired. Not used to so much responsibility.”
He cobbled together, but even he knew he sounded unconvincing.
“Right…so how come that funny girl is looking after your bookshop and not Mr Crowley? I haven’t seen him for ages either.”
Maggie’s eyes were searching Aziraphales in a calculated, but kind way.
“Yes I was going to ask you about that….has no one seen him?”
He was trying very hard to sound casual. But the question came out in a strained, high pitch kind of way. Maggie’s eyes narrowed
“No….he hasn’t been back here, not that Nina or I have seen. Why?”
Maggies eyes darkened with confusion.
“Oh no reason.”
He replied quickly. There was a pause before Maggie asked
“Do you like your new job?”
Aziraphale had to think quite hard about how to answer this.
“I think the more appropriate question would be, do I think I’m making a difference? And yes I think I am.”
Aziraphales attempt to steer the conversation away from his feelings failed miserably, because Maggie put her cup down quite pointedly and sat forward onto the edge of her seat before saying
“Ok…I’m going to stop beating around the bush. I know somethings wrong. The last thing Nina saw was Mr Crowley storming out of your bookshop and you going off with a strange man. There’s a weird girl who thinks she’s a police officer in charge of your shop. Then after a month you turn up here alone. I come and say hello and you looked at me like I’d just murdered your mother. You’re still looking at me like that actually. What’s going on Mr Fell?”
Aziraphale hid his expression behind a sip of tea
“Nothing.”
He lied
“Mr Fell please be honest with me….I…Well Nina and I, we came over to see Mr Crowley after all that weird stuff happened and told him he should talk to you. If you had a fight or something please tell me I’ve been wondering for weeks and I couldn’t help but feel like it might be our fault.”
She gushed
“You what?”
Aziraphale asked, blinking at her
“Oh I feel terrible….we shouldn’t have said anything it was just…we thought all you two needed was to talk and…”
She rambled
“No dear, that’s not what we fought about.”
Aziraphale interrupted, realising his admission to late
“So something did happen?
She cried
“Oh dear…”
Aziraphale said, exasperated. He lent back in his chair and sighed. Maggie shrunk back into the couch.
“I’m sorry Mr Fell, I’m being pushy. It’s not my business. We were just worried we’d done something wrong.”
Maggie explained a little more calmly. Azirpahale considered her for a bit, she was a sweet, genuine soul. She had no idea really, about the magnitude of it all.
“Well, I’ll just say that it wasn’t your or Nina’s fault.”
Aziraphale said simply.
“Ok, thank you…but that still doesn’t make me feel better because you look miserable.”
Maggie said, gesturing vaguely at him
“Thanks.”
Azirpahale replied irritably
“Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, I mean I can tell you’re upset. Do you want to talk about it?”
She asked. Aziraphale stared down into his tea, he hadn’t said a word to anyone about what happened. He’d kept it firmly locked away somewhere deep in his chest, never daring to let anyone see even a hint of his despair. Not that anyone in Heaven would care, they’d think he was daft for being upset that a demon had left him. Good riddance they’d say, he’ll be burnt up in hellfire after the second coming anyway they’d say. Aziraphale couldn’t in a million years say what he really wanted to.
“I can’t tell anyone.”
He whispered in his teacup, partially to himself. The quiver in his own voice startled him. He’d been holding in these…thoughts for months. They’d appeared seemingly out of nowhere. At first it was just a little soft feeling like birds fluttering in his chest. Then they grew into a yawning ache. Then a desperate desire to say something, and he had been going to. Aziraphale had to admit that he’d been selfish, the ball wasn’t entirely for Maggie and Nina. The Angel had planned it all out, they’d dance, drink and laugh. Then he’d take him out to dinner or breakfast or a midnight breakfast. And he’d tell him. But that entire plan had all come crashing down the second Aziraphale opened his mouth and told Crowley about the Metatrons offer. Ever since, the words he’d been wanting to say had been unceremoniously shoved down and ignored.
Maggie was eyeing him quite intensely now.
“Why not? Can you not talk to your new work colleagues? Friends?”
She suggested
“I can’t I’d…I’d get us both into trouble.”
He explained, placing his teacup carefully up onto his desk. His fingers were shaking a little.
“Well…you can tell me? Nothings going to happen from telling me.”
She reached out and placed a reassuring touch to the angels knee. The so very human attempt at comfort felt like using one of those silly little spray bottles full of water on a house fire. But the gentleness in her voice, the silence in the bookshop and the memories all collided together and Aziraphale could hold it in no longer. They had to come out, these terrible words that had plagued his every waking thought.
“I loved him…”
A quivering sob fell from the angels mouth as he got the last word out. He didn’t even know he could make that kind of noise.
“I know.”
Maggie cooed, placing both hands on his shoulders and squeezing them gently
“I loved him so much…”
The angels lungs heaved with the weight of it all. The locked door in his chest bursting open and releasing a torrent that crashed over him like waves onto the rocky shore. He gasped for air as tears started to pour down his cheeks. Maggie stood up and pulled him into a warm embrace. He cried into her arms, letting the ocean of everything he’d held in smash into his being over and over again until he felt raw and exhausted. Maggie sat on the arm of the chair and held him tightly. She made little noises shushing noises sometimes and rubbed his back soothingly as the flood went on. Aziraphale had never been held like this before. Somehow, he felt her arms would protect him for this time where he was so open and vulnerable. Although he did wish the arms were someone else’s.
The waves calmed after sometime and Maggie let go, returning to the couch. Aziraphale felt extremely embarrassed when he regained his composure.
“Oh dear…I invited you in for tea and now I’m here blubbering like a child.”
He sniffed, producing a napkin from his pocket to dry his eyes.
“Don’t you dare apologise! We’re friends, you forgave me months of rent the least I can do is listen when you’re upset.”
Maggie insisted
“But there’s nothing you can do.”
The angel replied darkly
“Sometimes just talking helps. It’s not healthy keeping these things bottled up.”
Aziraphale thought about this for a bit, there was no harm in confiding in Maggie he thought. And maybe she was right, he might feel better after airing it all out.
“It’s just…I did this all for him, I took this job because I thought we could be together. He was suppose to come with me, I thought it was a perfect opportunity for us. But…well he didn’t agree. Then we had this big fight…now I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again.”
Aziraphale rambled, his eyes automatically wandering out to the spot on the roadside where he’d last seen the Bentley parked with Crowley waiting outside.
“Why didn’t he want to go with you?”
Maggie asked.
“It’s difficult to explain…”
Aziraphale started
“To a human?”
Maggie guessed, Aziraphale nodded
“Well, did you tell him how you felt?”
Maggie asked
“I tried to. I don’t think I did a very good job though…”
He trailed off, Maggie looked thoughtful
“Does he feel the same?”
Aziraphale opened his mouth to speak, and paused, looking down at the patterned carpet
“I don’t know if he’d call it love…he didn’t use as many words.”
Aziraphale mumbled
“But he wanted you to be together, as a couple?”
She asked, Aziraphale nodded
“Well, you still love him…and if you two have known each other as long as you said you have, then he might come back?”
She said reassuringly
“I’m not sure, he’s very angry with me”
Aziraphale said, still staring at the carpet.
“You don’t know that he is still angry. He might just be hurting, like you.”
Maggie offered
“Then why hasn’t he reached out to me? He must know I’m worried!”
Aziraphale cried, his tears threatening to make an appearance again.
“Hurt and angry people don’t usually do rational things.”
Maggie said firmly. Aziraphale was suddenly bombarded with the memory of the kiss. It all started to fall into place in his mind. Perhaps the kiss was Crowleys way of throwing all the chips onto the table in one go. It was, perhaps, an irrational act by someone who didn’t know what else to say. Crowley always was rubbish with words that had anything to do with feelings.
“Perhaps you’re right…but it’s been awful. If he hasn’t come back here then I don’t know where he would’ve gone.”
Aziraphale said
“You’re really that worried about him?”
Maggie asked, Aziraphale nodded
“He seems quite capable of looking after himself. He might he just need some time to cool off and he’ll turn up again. He seems like the hot headed type.”
Maggie suggested, but Aziraphale did not feel much better. Crowley was hot headed, and a little impulsive, any number of things could’ve happened. Crowley could’ve just gone off to Alpha Centuri without him. Or worse, something might’ve happened to him. Heaven and Hell was still no doubt displeased with their meddling. Aziraphale had rejoined the ranks but Crowley was alone down here now, a loose thread in the carefully crafted tapestry of the ineffable plan. Aziraphale shook his head to dislodge the awful thoughts that were attaching themselves to his mind. He couldn’t think like that, Crowley had kept himself alive for almost 6000 years with very little help from Aziraphale. But he’d never been completely cut off from either side alone before. He had nothing except his wiles, his Bentley and his house plants.
Maggie must’ve been reading his stricken expression, because she offered another comforting hand on his wrist this time.
“I’m sure he’s fine Mr Fell. Maybe he’s just taken a trip to clear his head.”
“I hope you’re right dear. Oh…look at that the tea is cold now.”
The angel sighed when he picked up his cup from the desk and took a sip.
“Keep the faith Mr Fell. I don’t know either of you that well, but from what I saw…it looked like you two really had something. I’m sure he wouldn’t just throw that away over one argument.”
Although her reassurances were helping less and less, Aziraphale appreciated them all the same.
“Thank you dear.”
He said, genuinely thankful as he did feel a little lighter.
“Anytime Mr Fell, if you ever need anyone to talk you, you know where I am. Now, I should let you get back to whatever it was you wanted to do before I interrupted you.”
Maggie said, draining her cold tea and standing up.
“Oh I just came back for a few books. Nothing important.”
Aziraphale brushed off, standing as well. They made their way to the door.
“Do let Muriel know if you see him? She will pass it onto me.”
Azirpahale asked. Maggie nodded with a sympathetic smile.
“Oh and Maggie…”
“Yes?”
“You arn’t going to tell anyone are you? About…”
He gestured vaguely, unsure how to describe what just happened. Maggie smiled warmly at him
“Of course not, keep it between us Mr Fell.”
Then she bid him goodbye. Aziraphale took one last look at the empty curb across the street before slowly closing the bookshop door to be alone with the ghosts inside.
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All We'll Ever Be
Request: Yes
hi could i request something where the girl is an f1 driver and she has a platonic relationship w the boys. she's from a costal caribbean island and she invites them to her home to spend like a week with her and some of her hometown friends and it's like laughter all around and like doing silly little beach stuff and like carlos starts to see the girl in another light when they're on the beach and the other drivers start to notice and tease him abt it and like very cutesy like sunset vibes all around lol
Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader
Summary: Realising you can never have the one you love sucks, even for a famous F1 driver.
Warning: Swearing, Angst, drinking.
Word Count: 3036 words
Authors note: I am so sorry this ended up being so sad. Evidently I was a little upset after the Spanish GP and a bit too in my feels. I hope you all enjoy 😊  
All We'll Ever Be (Part 2)
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“Ah there you lads are!” you howled out as you saw all your friends and fellow drivers as they walked through the luggage collection of your airport.
You couldn’t help the massive grin spreading on your face as they came into view, their own smiles mimicking yours. Upon seeing you, Lando immediately dropped his bags and spread his arms wide open which was your cue to run and give him a hug, wrapping yourself around him tightly as he spun you both in a circle, you laughing all the while.
Once Lando had put you down, you began greeting the rest of the boys, Charles, Pierre, Max and Daniel each getting hugs just as enthusiastically. Once you got to Carlos though your smile softened, slowly hugging him, but holding tighter and longer than the others. Him copying your lead.
In truth, you had harboured feelings for him, but you hid it behind the fact that you and Carlos were best friends, which you truly were, but you just happened to have very, very, very strong feelings for him and you made sure he would never find out, too terrified that it would ruin the friendship you had and potentially make the races far too uncomfortable for your liking.
So, hugs like these, slight touches here and there, and being able to spend as much time with him as possible was something you were more than happy to settle for.
“So, welcome to the Caribbean boys” you gestured towards the doors and began walking to the car, the boys all following behind. “So I know there was discussion around you guys staying at a hotel, but that did not sit right with me so I made sure there was enough sleeping space at my place, hope that’s okay” you explained the sleeping arrangements to them as they chucked their bags in the boot of your car.
“Shame, are you sure?” Pierre didn’t want to intrude in your space, knowing what it was like to stay with he rest of the boys for a week.
“Of course I am, but it will definitely involve you boys sharing beds” Daniel let out a groan, automatically knowing he would be sharing with Max and as much as he loved Max, he also knew from experience that Max was a cuddler, as much as he denied it, he was, and Daniel was already sweating from the heat.
“Yes Daniel, that is correct, you will be sharing a bed with Max” you instantly knew what he had a problem with, having to hear the two bicker over it countless times, “Pierre and Charles, you two will take the other spare room and finally, Carlando, you two will take my room” you finished up the explanation once all of you were seated in the car, Carlos sitting front passenger next to you, leaving the other five to squish in the back, Daniel and Lando happy to be the ones to sit on the others laps.
“Where are you going to sleep?” Carlos asked concerned as the prospect of him taking your bed.
“Oh, I was just going to take the couch” you shrugged off as you pulled into traffic, concentrating on the road.
“I cant take your bed while you sleep on the couch” Carlos was stern, speaking on behalf of all the boys if he was honest.
None of them wanted you to be uncomfortable, especially not in your own home. They would do anything to make sure that you were okay and comfortable and that included something as trivial as making sure you weren’t sleeping on the couch.
Truthfully, you had become incredibly special to all of them. Inviting in a new feminine dynamic none realised they needed. You had become a safe space for them all, a carefree space, a person they could be unapologetically themselves around free from judgement and you’d somehow made life on the road for them a type of home, and this was more true for Carlos than for anyone else.
“Well, if it’s that much of an issue you can take the couch and I’ll share a bed with Lando?” you threw a wink to the boy in the review mirror, the thought making him blush.
“I’m sure you’d have a much better time sharing a bed with me” ah, there the flirty Daniel was.
“And who am I meant to cuddle then?” Max joked with Daniel, knowing how much he hated the thought of him getting close in his sleep, the last time Max having ended up on the floor after in his sleep a hand had been placed slightly too low and Daniel waking from a less than convenient dream.   
“No one wants to cuddle you after the hand incident” Charles scooted away from Max to emphasise his point.
“You told him!” Daniel turned around to give Max an evil eye, shocked that Charles knew the story.
“Everyone knows the hand story” everyone hummed in agreement to Pierre’s admission.
“Truthfully Y/n, if the hand incident was anything to go by, you’d have a really disappointing time sharing a bed with him” that comment earned Max a punch in the arm, but it was worth it.
“No” Carlos suddenly added to the conversation.
“No?” Lando asked on your behalf.
“No, maybe rather you just take the couch” Carlos wasn’t sure were this sudden jealousy came from, and truthfully, he’d never really felt it before, but he just chalked it up to you being his best friend and him not wanting to hear you potentially hooking up with one of the ither drivers under the same roof as him.  
Especially a driver that wasn’t him.
“Well, I’m glad we agree. Now onto other plans, I have some friends coming over this evening to meet you guys and some boardgames, how does that sound?” you paused, waiting to hear the response from the boys, all seeming to think that it was a good idea before continuing, “and then tomorrow, I was thinking we pack a cooler bag and some snorkelling gear and hit the beach for the day?”
“Am I allowed to get drunk on both those occasions?” Daniel began looking out the windows for a liquor store, ready for the holiday he finally deserved.
“Oh hun, I already have the drinks for us all at my place” you winked at Daniel in the mirror, “lots of rum”
“Rums for fun!” the entire car shouted out in unison.
“That’s my boys” you threw Carlos a smug look, starting to feel more and more excited for this entire holiday with the most unexpected bunch, ready to combine the two different lives you lead together.
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“How did this turn into a night of ripping into me?” you hid your face from embarrassment as your hometown friends as they shared the worst stories from when you were growing up.
“Oh no, this is everything I was hoping for” Daniel couldn’t breath with how hard he was laughing at the stories being told about you.
God, this is not the part of your life you wanted mixing with the other.
“Okay, okay, I’m pretty sure it’s past all our bedtimes” you began getting up to start ushering your friends out so you and the boys could head to bed before your day in the sun.
“Yeah, yeah we’re going” goodbyes were thrown all around and by the time you had gotten back inside from walking your friends out, you’d noticed the lounge and kitchen had been partially cleaned and a bed had been made on the couch for you. Why were your boys so good to you?
“Goodnight my darlings” you shouted out as you got settled into bed.
A chorus of drunken goodnights were shouted back to you, “Oh and thank you to whoever made my bed”
“I think it was Carlos” you were pretty sure that was Pierre.
“This is why he’s my best friend” you hoped Carlos heard you, constantly hoping you were making him feel as special as he was to you.
“Love you too Y/n” Daniel shouted in response.
“Love you all” you giggled out, when was this conversation going to end? You felt like you were at a sleepover again as a teenager.
Suddenly all the other boys were letting you know they loved you too, but you distinctly noticed that you didn’t hear Carlos’s voice amongst them all.
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“So, I was watching this really good movie the other day” Lando spoke into the dark.
“Lando, it’s bed time, that means it’s time to go to bed” Carlos really wasn’t in the mood to hear about this movie, wondering how Lando was even still sober enough to talk, sure the younger driver had never consumed so much alcohol in his entire life, and even more sure that this may have been his friend time having rum.
“No, listen, it’s really good” Lando waited for Carlos to give him the go ahead, nudging him to make sure he wasn’t just ignoring him or that he hadn’t fallen asleep.
God, all Carlos wanted to do was sleep, he was too drunk for this, and some part of him kind of just wanted to dream about how good tomorrow was going to be, with you.
“Fiiiiine” Carlos was only half committed, thinking about how he hoped your sleeping situation was okay, that you liked the bed he had set up for you.
“Okay, so there’s this guy and this girl and they’re best friends right” Lando began prattling off about some movie that sounded like every single rom-com in cinematic history.
“Jesus Lando, A rom-com?” Carlos absolutely could not sit here and hear about a rom-com right now.
“Let him finish” Max’s voice was suddenly heard through the wall
“We’re invested now” Charles voice cam through next.
“It’s like a bed time story” Pierre continued the reasoning.
“Thank you!” Lando responded to them all, “now where was I?”
“You had literally just begun” Carlos might have been drunk but not drunk enough to be dealing with this.
“About the guy and the girl being best friends” Max quickly caught him up.
Either they were all talking way too loudly or Carlos needed to have a conversation with you about how thin your walls were.
“Ah yes! So I know this guy and this girl and they are best friends right”
“I thought this was a movie you saw?” Carlos questioned this very suspect story now.
“Jesus Carlos, stop interrupting and let him finish” Max shouted again, slightly more aggressively this time.
Lando took Carlos’s silence as his cue to continue, “So these two best friends get on better than a house on fire, like, sparks flying every single time they’re around, they care about each other, make each other laugh, do literally everything together and the more and more time they spend together, the closer and closer they get. Then one day, they find themselves away together with some friends in a beautiful place which gives them this amazing opportunity to explore their potential feelings for each other  and everyone around them knows they are meant to be together, and they are clearly in love and absolutely everyone sees it except them apparently” Lando paused, wondering if Carlos was going to catch on.
“And? How does it finish?” Carlos entertained Lando’s little bedtime story.
“I don’t know yet, I guess we’re all just hoping for the best” Lando confessed to his friend.
“Yeah, well, good thing that’s just a movie mate because in real life, people just have to live with the fact that sometimes all you’ll ever be is friends” Carlos knew he couldn’t get his hopes up, he wasn’t even sure what he was getting his hopes up about, but suddenly he felt a pang of pain in his stomach and this wasn’t something he wanted to feel, especially not about you.
With that, Carlos turned around, indicating to Lando that he was done with this conversation, not wanting to show that it hit a nerve with him.
“Yeah, but I guess the key word is sometimes” and with that Lando too turned around and let the rum drift him off to sleep.
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Charles sat down next to Carlos on the unused towel, thanking Pierre as he passed him a drink and all of them allowing a silence to settle over them as they all watched you and Daniel have a sandcastle building contest.
Once Charles was confident that you wouldn’t hear him he decided to pick up the conversation Lando had been brave enough to begin last night.
“You haven’t been able to take your eyes off of her the entire day” he stated, not looking at Carlos, nervous he might be overstepping.
“Oh my god right! Every single time I look at him he’s staring at her!” Max was a bit too loud, Lando instinctively putting his hand over Max’s mouth to shut him up.
“How she hasn’t noticed is beyond me” Pierre shared his own observation on Carlos’s lack of subtlety when it came too you.  
“You do realise that Lando was talking about you and Y/n in that story last night right?” Charles needed to make sure that Carlos fully understood the situation. That all of them thought that it would be a good idea for him to make a move and the longer he waited the more nervous they all got, concerned you’d lose any interest you may have.
“Yes Charles, Lando wasn’t exactly subtle about it” Carlos gave Lando a look of indignation, still annoyed at the drunken rambling.
“When did you realise how you feel?” Pierre asked, a little more gently than the others, having been in Carlos’s situation before and knowing how much it hurt.
“I think it may have been coming on for a while now, but honestly, when we saw her at the airport, I don’t know, I guess I felt calm” Carlos was thankful to be able to speak about this finally, wanting to be able to soundboard off his friends in order to help him figure out what was going on in his head, “When did you guys realise how I felt?”
“Day one” Charles blankly answered, tired of how long it had taken everyone to figure this all out, Pierre humming out in agreement.
“I think for a while now, but you getting jealous about her sleeping in the same bed as me was a pretty good indicator” Lando chuckled thinking back to the uncharacteristic behaviour of his friend.
“Yeah, honestly I thought you guys had been hooking up this entire time” Max shrugged, because if he had that kind of chemistry with someone, especially someone like you, he would have been doing everything in his power to get with you.
“Doesn’t really matter though does it?” Carlos had focused on the hole he was digging in the sand in front of him, trying to distract himself, only lifting his eyes when he heard you laugh at whatever Daniel had said or done.
“You can’t give up even before you’ve tried mate” Charles didn’t want to see him not even bother trying, not when he was so sure you may feel the same.
“You care about her right?” Pierre was gearing himself up to give a passionate speech, hoping to encourage Carlos to just go for it, that there was no way he could miss, but Carlos had other plans for the afternoon.
“More than anything, but like I said, it doesn’t actually matter” Carlos began to try and explain his reasoning.
“It does though because I’m sure we could figure-“ Lando wasn’t willing to let his friend give up before he had even tried to fight for you.
“No, Lando, no. There is no figuring it out, because she is my best friend, and I am certain she doesn’t feel the same and me telling her that I am in love with her will definitely ruin the friendship and I am not prepared to lose her because you guys think I could have some luck in the situation. It isn’t your life, you’re not the ones who would end up heartbroken. You aren’t the ones taking any risks. This isn’t a rom-com mate. This is my life and for some people all we get is the friendship and we learn the be thankful for just that little bit of a person because that is better than nothing. Its okay, I’ve come to terms with the fact that all we’ll ever be is friends” Carlos didn’t even try to hide his anger and frustration, not at his friends, but more so at his situation, at his own cowardice.
All of them knew he was right, it wasn’t their lives and if they all had to be honest, they’re pretty sure they would be doing the exact same thing as he was if they were in his position, so instead of fighting him on it, they chose to comfort instead, Max handing Carlos another drink, all the boys making it their goal to either help him get over you, or help him forget for just tonight, the latter seeming easier at this point.
“I’m not sure how anyone could look as sad as you lot do while sitting on the beach” you plopped down in front of Carlos, taking a sip of his drink, missing the sad looks all the boys sent your way.
“We were just discussing this really shitty sad movie Lando saw” Carlos opted to tell you the half truth Lando had told him last night.
“Oh yeah?” you prompted him to continue.
“Yeah, a romance where the guy doesn’t get the girl” you missed the sadness is Carlos’s voice completely, but no one else did, all for the hundredth time this day noticing how he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
“Well that sounds like a really shitty movie” you handed Carlos his drink back, none the wiser that you were one of the main characters.
“Yeah, it is.”
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Phone Call
Thirteenth Doctor x Reader
Word count: 10,683
Summary: Reader suffers a severe injury and in their final moments they call the Doctor for one final goodbye
Warnings: hurt/comfort, reader gets shot (twice), blood, nightmares
A/N: I’ve had this posted on my ao3 since August lmao I kept forgetting to put it here oop
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Call me whenever you need or if you’re ready to come back to the Tardis.
The Doctors voice had been ringing in your head for a few days now. You had asked her to drop you off at home for a bit because you had some errands you needed to do for a few days or so, and she understood. She made sure you had the Tardis phone number – her number, for when you were all set to come back.
‘One more day should be enough,’ you thought.
You were walking back to your house; you had just spent the day with your family. Thankfully, the Doctor put you back in the correct time, so it’s only been a few days since you had last seen them, and not a year or so later – that would have been a disaster. You weren’t sure how long it had been since you started travelling with the Doctor, but you knew you were starting to miss your family, and it was nice seeing them again.
“Home sweet home,” you said to no one in particular as your house came into view, but the words felt empty and wrong on your tongue.
You felt that since being on the Tardis that special blue box had become more your home than the building in front of you. You sighed and trudged up to the front door. When you fished out your keys out of your pocket and put it in the lock, the twist of the key didn’t bring the familiar click of the door unlocking.
The door was already unlocked, and you were positive that you had locked it when you left earlier that day. The door slowly creaked open as you pushed your way inside, sending an uncomfortable chill down your spine. Your first thought was that there was an intruder in your place.
You really hoped you were wrong.
Sneaking your way through the hallways you made sure to grab the first thing you could think of as a weapon, cutting through the kitchen in case you did find someone in your house. Admittedly, it was a frying pan, not the most menacing of weapons, you thought, but if you did find that someone had broken in, you reckoned you could give one hell of a swing on them.
You didn’t have to look very far when you started to hear drawers and things being opened in the living room. You cursed under your breath, it was already too late to turn back now, you were sure if you tried to back out of the house whatever it was that was rummaging around your space would hear you. The thought of calling the Doctor for help briefly crossed your mind, but you shook that thought away. This was probably nothing.
Please be an animal, please be an animal.
You peeked the corner to see it was not in fact an animal, but a kid, maybe a teenager, that was searching around your belongings. In his left hand he held a gun. Your heart stopped in dread thinking that if he caught you he probably wouldn’t hesitate to shoot you, whether it was purposeful or accidental.
‘What to do. What to do,’ you thought.
You considered rushing up behind him and knocking him out, but how could you wack a kid on the head before trying to sneak back out the front door to call for the police. Either option would probably end with you dead in your house. You unconsciously took a step back away from the living room, accidentally knocking your foot into the cabinet. The blood in your face drained, all colour gone. Your heart beat loud in your ears, louder than the rushed footsteps coming at you.
The kid robber rounded the corner and drew his gun on you. You froze. You could see the weapon in his hand tremble, and you guessed that he must’ve been to breaking and entering peoples’ homes. You could probably talk yourself out of harm. You very slowly placed the pan in your hand on the ground by your feet and stood straight with your hands in front of you.
“Listen,” you started to say. “I don’t have a lot of valuables, but you can have whatever you found, alright?”
His arm started to falter and drop, and you let out a huge sigh of relief, but a sudden loud noise from outside startled the both of you. The boy gasped in fright, his finger squeezing the trigger. The loud bang made you jump.
At first you had thought that he missed, and you almost relaxed thinking that you were going to be okay.
Almost
Something wet began to soak through your shirt, and you looked down in horror as your clothing dyed itself red. Your legs trembled under your weight, and you collapsed on the floor.
The action startled the kid again, his attention having been on the direction of the noise. His grasped flinched, your body jerking as another bullet pierced your frame. It was higher this time; the first one hit your stomach and the second just under where your heart was. Both bullets did not go through all the way or cleanly.
You were confused that you weren’t in any pain; was your adrenaline so high that it just blocked it out?
You laid on the floor in shock. You were just shot, you were shot by a kid, and he just panicked and ran to the door. You wanted to stop him, to get him to come back and call for help, but your voice refused to work. You could only let out short breaths, your lungs aching as you did so.
Your shirt was a deep red colour now, nearly covering the whole material, soaked in your blood. Your injuries felt like how you could only describe as a burning fire, and that fire was slowly trying to consume you. Your hands shook violently as you tried to put pressure on the wound, a cry of pain slipping past your lips.
What were you going to do?
Call me whenever you need.
A surge of determination overtook the fire and you forced yourself to get off the floor. You stood on shaking legs and stumbled your way to where your home phone was in the kitchen – a quick pat of your pockets told you your cellphone was missing from you person, either it fell out or it was stolen. Regardless, you didn’t care very much in this moment.
You grabbed a dishcloth to press against the wound against your chest, which was bleeding faster than the other. Pressing with as much pressure as you could muster, you dialed a familiar number that had been on your mind all day. You hoped that the person on the other side would pick up.
“Hello, the Tardis speaking!” the Doctors voice was easily recognizable through the speaker.
You smiled at the sound of her voice. It almost seemed to ease the agonizing pain in your body. You slid down the wall to sit on the floor, the phone still pressed firmly against your ear.
“H-hey, Doctor,” you replied, clearing your throat to hide the tremble wanting to come out.
The Doctor excitedly said your name and you smiled even though she couldn’t see it. “Hey! I wasn’t expecting your call for at least another day. Change in plans?”
You winced, muffling your cry of pain as you pressed harder on you wound. “Ah, not really. I just wanted to catch up with you, ask how your day has been. I just missed you, you know? Haven’t seen you in a while, h-how you been?”
If the Doctor had any idea you were hiding something from her, or that something was wrong, she didn’t show it when she talked. “Oh, you, know, I’m alright. Been here and there and, well, everywhere. Saved the universe, the usual.”
You laughed, a little breathlessly, into the phone. “You always have the craziest adventures don’t you, Doctor?”
She also laughed, a beautiful sound, you wished she’d do it more. “Yeah, well, they’re no fun without you. When are you planning on coming back to the Tardis? I’ve got something fun planned. Imagine; sparkling blue waterfalls that fall from clouds and beaches of the softest sands.”
“Sounds wonderful,” you said almost sadly, a beautiful place that you will never get to see. You looked down to see the blood-soaked cloth and took note that the blood was not slowing down or stopping, the once white material was a deep dark red and poured down your side to form a puddle underneath you. Damnit this is bad. You were getting lightheaded and dizzy. You were glad that you were already sitting down, you didn’t want the Doctor to hear you stumble and fall. Pulling your shirt up to really look at your wound you saw the red angry skin that greeted you. “I was thinking soon. I’ve done all that I needed to do, figured I could use a day to relax, you know?”
“Absolutely!” You wished you could have seen the way her eyes lit up. “Just give me a shout, yeah?”
“Y-yeah,” you nodded, pulling your shirt back down. It was stupid not to tell the Doctor that you were hurt, dying even, you knew you were, but you didn’t want her to worry about you. You couldn’t do that to her, even though you thought it just as cruel, if not more, that she would most likely find you after you had already passed.
“So, tell me about your latest universe save,” you asked, trying to take your mind off the numbness in your fingers.
And so, the Doctor began her tale, and you clung to every word that she spoke. “Well, it was thousands of years in the future, right, and I went to go visit a planet that I used to go to all the time. Anyway, the place was beautiful, waters as clear as air you can almost see all the way to the bottom, so clear you almost couldn’t even see it, and the air was so fresh, and it smelled like vanilla if you could believe it!”
“Wow,” you whispered. Another place you’ll never get to see.
As you continued to listen to the Doctors story your mind couldn’t help but wander. You started to think about all the amazing adventures you had with the Doctor, how great your life had become after you met her, all those worlds you’ve seen, the lives you saved, seeing the people you’ve learned about in books and school. All the running you did, and, oh man, did you two go far.
Then, you thought about her. You thought about her smile as it lit up the darkest room, her eyes that held the universe in them, and her hearts that held so much kindness.
Tears slowly slipped down your cheeks. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, you couldn’t get any air into your lungs, and you hoped you weren’t wheezing into the Doctors ear, hoping that you didn’t interrupt her story.
The numbness grew from your finger, you could barely feel the phone in your hand, and it travelled up your arms and down your legs. Your arm had begun to shake and tremble, making it difficult to keep the phone up, but you held on, you held on for her.
You knew you were never going to see her again, and you accepted that, but as much as you wanted to tell her what happened to you, how you needed her, you knew it was too late for her to help you now. It was up to the Doctor if she decided if she wanted to time travel to save you before you got shot, but you wouldn’t hold any hate towards her if she decided not to, and you were happy that she was there to pick up the phone.
Your body jerked when the Doctor suddenly called your name in your ear. “You still there? Haven’t gone to sleep on me have you?”
You were confused at what had happened. You didn’t remember closing your eyes. “Y-yeah, I’m here. Sorry, I think I dozed off for a second.”
“Hope my story wasn’t boring you.”
“No!” you told her. “No, as if anything you say could be boring.”
You could feel your heartbeat pick up faster trying to work overtime with the blood it had left over in your body to work with, to keep you alive. This is bad. Please, please hold on a little longer, not yet.
The Doctor hummed through the speaker. “It is getting quite late for you. You should go to bed, and I’ll see you later, yeah?”
No please don’t go.
You looked up at the window and saw that the sky was in fact getting darker, and you wondered how long it’s been since you got home.
“Not yet,” you told her, hiding the hitch in your voice as you shifted. “I want to hear more of your stories.”
“Well, there’s plenty of times for stories when you get back to the Tardis,” she told you.
A single tear slipped down your cheek. “Where’s one place you always wanted to go, Doctor?”
A moment of silence. “I don’t know, when there are so many places to visit it’s hard to pick just one. What about you? Where’s one place you want to go?”
You laughed; eyes transfixed on the red puddle that slowly covered white tile floors. “The place of cloud waterfalls and soft beaches.”
Whatever the Doctor said next fell on deaf ears as you zoned out, and it was getting difficult to keep your eyes open.
“You should go to bed,” was the next thing you heard.
You nodded, even though she couldn’t see you. “Y-yeah, I-I’ll see you later. Goodbye, Doctor.”
With a goodnight and goodbye of her own you kept the phone to your ear until you heard the familiar click of the call ending. You let your arm drop, the back of your hand landing on the red stained floor underneath you.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled tiredly, your body slumping against the counter beside you. “I’m sorry…Doctor.”
Death’s door had opened for you and his skeletal hand reached out to beckon you into his peaceful embrace, an embrace that promised that you wouldn’t feel this pain anymore. You weren’t going to fight it anymore, you held on long enough to say goodbye to the Doctor, your life was filled with adventure after meeting her and you wouldn’t have asked for anything else. You wouldn’t stop the smile that lifted your face, and this time you let your eyes fully close.
The Doctor on the other hand stared at her phone in puzzlement. Her hearts were telling her something was off. Everything screamed at her to go check up on you, even the Tardis whirred her own concern urging her pilot to go. The Doctor, at first, thought she was overreacting, of course everything was fine, you are fine. She didn’t want to be bothersome when it most likely nothing but…then again there was something about your call that didn’t sit well with her.
Something is wrong, something is wrong, something is wrong!
“I know!” the Doctor gave in, already rushing around the console room.
The Tardis had already set a course for your house, and she did not waste any time, not when your life may be on the line. As soon as she landed the Doctor ran out of the Time Machine, the Tardis just barely having enough time to open the doors for her.
The Doctor ran into your house, your front door was wide open which made her hearts drop into her stomach in fear. You never left your door open. Her boots thundered across the hardwood floor of your home as she shouted your name, trying to get you to reply to her. She hoped she was just overreacting and that you’ll come downstairs to greet her asking her what she was doing here, but you didn’t, the house remained still and silent while the Doctors voice echoed through empty halls.
Her voice died in her throat, her feet stopping dead in their tracks. She reached the kitchen, and there she found you. She felt tears in her eyes as she looked at your still body. You were lying limp against the counter beside you, your face was drained of all colour. Seemingly lifeless. Your arm laid across your stomach holding a cloth against you, your other hand holding the phone you used to call her. Your fingers were stained red.
Her hearts ached painfully in her chest when she looked at the large deep red puddle of blood that pooled under your body, and her eyes followed the red trail from the kitchen to the living room where the red had started.
“No, no, no,” the Doctor rushed to your side and pulled you into her arms.
She cradled your head against her and wrapped her arm around your shoulders to support you. She whispered your name a few times, her voice cracking but trying to be strong.
She tapped your leg to get a reaction from you, a noise, a twitch, something, but you didn’t even flinch. The Doctor urgently placed her fingers on your neck and held her breath, hoping for a pulse.
“Please,” she begged. “Please.”
A faint ba-bump under her hand made the Doctor release the breath she had been holding. It was weak and barely there, but she could feel your shallow breathing against her neck, and that was enough for the Doctor to know you were alive.
She scooped the rest of you into her arms, standing slowly and carefully, so she didn’t hurt you more. Your blood stained her clothes while she carried you to the Tardis, but she didn’t care, the only thing that mattered to the Doctor was saving your life. You were the only thing that was on her mind, and she refused to let you go. She ignored the Tardis’s whirrs of concern and worry as she assessed your condition.
The Doctor took you straight to the infirmary room and put you down on the medical bed. She whispered strings of apologies when you whimpered, the movement jostling you. It was the first sound you made since she found you, but you still remained unconscious.
The Doctor made quick work to tear your shirt off of you so she could see your injuries. It wasn’t hard for her to find the bullets wounds in your chest and stomach, both were still bleeding pretty badly, and her hearts ached again.
Why didn’t you tell her? She could have helped you! She banished the thought. She couldn’t be angry. She wouldn’t.
The bullet wounds didn’t have an exit point, and a quick scan confirmed the Doctor’s theory that the bullets were still inside you. She knew that if she was to save you, she’d have to do surgery. She had to stop you from going somewhere she couldn’t follow.
The Doctor left your side to gather her necessary tools and anesthetic. It would keep you sleeping, and hopefully you wouldn’t feel any more pain. You groaned, catching the Doctors attention. She had stepped away too soon, your eyes blinking open.
She was by your side in the blink of your eyes. The Doctor took note of how unfocused they were, your pupils barely dilating when she shined the light of her sonic over them. You had lost a lot of blood.
She placed her hand on your pale cheek, whispering your name. “Can you hear me?”
You blinked again, and the Doctor watched your face scrunch up as you tried to speak. Under different circumstances, she would’ve found the expression cute. “D-Doctor?”
“Hey,” she smiled, moving her hand up to brush your hair back. “How are you feeling?”
“You’re not here,” you said instead.
The Doctor was taken aback. How could you think that she wasn’t there with you? “What do you mean? I’m right here.”
You shook your head, the motion used up a lot of your remaining energy. “No, the Doctor is still in the Tardis far… far away.”
The Doctor knew you wouldn’t believe her no matter how often she told you that she was real. You were so delirious from blood loss it would be hard to convince you. Instead, she brought all her tools to your side and quickly got the anesthesia ready for you.
“What would you tell her if she was here?” the Doctor asked you.
You groaned in pain. “That ‘m sorry. Didn’t … didn’t want ‘er to worry a-about me.” You took in a shaky breath. “I-It hurts.” “I know,” the Doctor shushed you, running her hand through your hair. “I’m going to help you, okay?” The Doctor placed the mask over your mouth and nose. “Take as many deep breathes as you can manage.”
“Just let me go,” you whispered, voice muffled from the mask.
“Absolutely not,” the Doctor said. “Just take a breath and the next time you wake you’ll be better.”
You did as she told, taking in as much air as your lungs would allow. You noticed how you weren’t feeling as much pain as before. The fire that burned your skin was extinguishing, you could barely keep your eyes open.
“I’m scared,” you mumbled, your eyes blinking tiredly at the blonde angel above you.
The Doctor inhaled sharply. Her thumb gently brushing away a tear that you probably weren’t even aware was falling down your cheek.
“It’ll be okay,” she told you, watching as you finally succumbed to a deep long sleep. Hopefully, it was a sleep where you weren’t hurting, where you could forget about your injuries. If only for a moment.
The Doctor kept the mask over your face to keep you under until she was done the operation. She hovered her sonic over your body, finding the exact place where the bullets were. The one in your stomach didn’t appear to have caused any severe internal damages, but the other… the other was buried deep into your chest. It had nicked your heart and would move and damage more of you with every breath you took. She took note of your ever slowing heartbeat. The Doctor moved to grab her tools and she took a deep breath.
“You’ll be okay.”
And she started working. 
~~~ 
Hours went by until the Doctor finally allowed herself to rest when. Your vitals had finally stabilized. You were still unconscious on the bed, looking almost peaceful. If it wasn’t for your cold pale skin and bandage wrapped torso, one would think you were merely sleeping.
There were a few close calls where your heart had stopped, but she was able to bring you back every time. The Doctor watched your chest subtly move up and down with your breaths; her only reassurance that you were still alive, save for the rhythmic beeping that mimicked your heartbeat. Her own hearts clenched and skipped a beat of their own as she took in your old bloody clothes and the two bullets she had removed during surgery.
The Doctor sighed, cleaning the mess before leaving to quickly change her clothes. The blood, your blood, had already dried on her. It made her sick. She hadn’t been there to protect you.
Unable to handle the sight of stained red and brown on light blue, she threw off her coat, making short work of changing into cleaner clothes before she made her way back to your side. She had to be there for you now.
‘You were fine. You are fine.’
The Doctor brought a chair to your bedside and sat down. You weren’t out of the woods yet. The Doctor needed to know you were okay, that she was aware of your condition, make sure it didn’t drastically drop.
She carefully took your limp hand in hers and started to run her thumb over the back of your hand. Whether it was supposed to be a comfort for you or her, she wasn’t sure. “Please be okay,” she whispered.
You didn’t respond, of course you didn’t respond. How could you, you were lost in your body, and it was unknown when you would wake again.
The Doctor sighed and rested her head next to your arm, absentmindedly drawing patterns on the back of your hand. Perhaps she’d allow herself a few moments to rest her eyes. It didn’t take long for the faint beeping behind her to lull her into sleep.
The bed trembled, forcing the Doctors eyes open. She shook herself of her sleep haze and rushed to stand, checking what was wrong. Your body was shaking, jerking in violent motions. Your face was twisted in pain, marred by the blood coming out of the side of your mouth.
Your vitals were high, up to levels the Doctor thought not possible for a human. She tried to do a quick scan of you, but her sonic wasn’t working. She hit it against her palm, but only got a small spark of life before it died again. In a huff, she threw it to the side and tore the bandages off of you.
She froze.
The skin around your wounds were a deep purple and black in colour, it almost seemed to come out of the bullet wounds themselves. The Doctor had never seen anything like this before, it shouldn’t be happening, there should be no reason this was happening to you.
She ran around the infirmary looking for something, anything, to help you, to stop this from spreading further. A long, dull electronic note made her pause. She looked over at you, your body motionless in the bed.
The machine monitoring your heart had flat-lined.
“No, no, no!” the Doctor cried. “Come on!”
She ran over, trying CPR to get your heart beating again, to get you breathing. Why was this happening, this shouldn’t be happening! All this fancy tech and advanced medicines and she was losing you. She couldn’t lose you! What would she do without you? She had so many things she wanted to show you. Stupid, stupid Doctor! She should’ve been there with you; she could’ve stopped this! Her and her useless big brain and she couldn’t save you-
The Doctor jolted upright, and she tumbled out of her chair. Her eyes were cloudy and unfocused. Her hearts drummed loudly in her ears, almost drowning out the electronic beeping of the heartbeat monitor. The Doctors face scrunched up in confusion, why could she hear a heartbeat monitor?
The fog cleared in her mind - your heartbeat monitor! She stood on shaky legs, still half asleep, and looked at the machine. Its steady, monotonous rhythmic beeping calming her. She took a deep breath to slow her hammering hearts.
Her eyes moved from the machine to your still form, just able to see your chest slowly rising and falling with your breathing. The Doctor couldn’t help but reach out to place her hand right over your heart, feeling the weak thumping under her palm. It was small, but it was there, and it was getting better.
“Just a dream,” she said.
The Doctor ran a hand over her face, wiping away the lingering sleep and nightmare, and sighed. The nightmare left her shaken, her hand never leaving its place over your heart, helping calm hers down. She jumped when the Tardis hummed down at her.
“It’s okay,” she assured the Time Machine. “I need to find out what happened.”
With a final check on you she went to the console room. The Doctor pulled down levers and set the date for the same day, but hours before she got the call from you. The Tardis wheezed and trembled when she landed, but before the Doctor could run out the front doors again the monitor lit up.
“What?” the Doctor asked and going back to read it.
The words “Fixed Point” stared back at her and the Doctor felt like she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t stop you from being hurt. Couldn’t stop the pain you were feeling right now.
The Doctor was furious, not at you, never at you. No, she was furious at whoever it was that shot you, so furious she turned away from the monitor and marched out of the Tardis.
She was parked on the other side of the street, tucked away out of sight, but your house was the only thing the Doctor could see. She watched past you stand on your front step and lock the door, before leaving to go visit your family. It was hard for the Doctor to watch you walk down the street, completely unaware of what was waiting for you when you came back.
It was hard too for the Doctor to not go warn you, to tell you not to go home, to do anything to keep you from your fate. But she couldn’t, she couldn’t do anything, and it was the worst pain she had ever felt.
She didn’t know how long it was that she waited there waiting for something to happen, and it wasn’t until that the sun had begun to set that she noticed a boy, he looked to be in his teens, trying to make his way up the steps of your house and fiddle with the lock.
Rage began to build inside the Doctor when she realized that this is who shot you, and she very nearly went to confront him - but she was stopped in place.
Fixed point, fixed point, fixed point.
Her jaw clenched and her feet stayed glued to the concrete below watching the kid sneak into your home. It was maybe an hour or so before she saw you walking back. You seemed less energetic than when she saw you leave, your feet dragging behind you.
You glanced at your house with a look of unfamiliarity in your eye, like you didn’t want to go back in. She watched you walk up the steps, and oh so badly wanted to run over and stop you from going in. When you disappeared inside the house the Doctor waited … And waited … And waited, until-
Bang!
The Doctor trembled in anger. She hated this, but she had to know. Her feet were glued to the ground despite her attempts to lean forward to run in and stop this.
Bang!
The second one. The worst one. All time seemed to have stopped after that second shot. She watched as the shooter ran out of your house in a panic, leaving your front door open, and you inside. The Doctor couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t handle knowing that currently in the past you were laying in your house bleeding and dying and alone.
She forced herself to turn around and go back into the Tardis, where present you was injured and unconscious, but alive. When the Tardis doors shut behind her the Doctor collapsed on the floor, her mind replaying the scene over and over again. It felt like her hearts broke and died with both shots that nearly took you from her. 
~~~ You groaned as your consciousness came back to you. You felt numb, and every movement ached and protested. You tried shifting around to ease the tension in your body, but a pained gasp left you, your back arching in an attempt to get away from the fire that threatened to burn through you.
You didn’t hear the door sliding open, or the heavy footfalls that followed, your ears feeling as if someone had them covered.
You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed the burning to stop. You scratched at the burning, at the material on you. Get it off, get it off, get it off.
Your hands met something wet, but you didn’t stop. It hurt so much. A call of your name, or what you think was your name, barely broke through the muffled space.
Suddenly, hands grabbed your wrists, moving you away from where you were scratching. You thrashed in their hold, but they remained strong and unmoving. You sobbed as the burn turned into a roaring fire. The hands wrapped around your wrist never loosened, pinning yours to your sides. You squirmed, thrashed, bucked to be released.
“Hey, hey, hey!” a shadow loomed over you, completely blocking the harsh light above you. Blonde hair lightly brushed over your cheek. “Shh, shh, easy!”
Tears streamed down your face, the fire burning worse and worse. “Make it stop!”
“I know,” the shadow said. “I know it hurts, but you’re healing.”
The Doctor moved both your wrists to one of her hands so she could wipe your tears away and check the bandage. You had done some damage to the wrapping, and it had started to stain red.
The Doctor had to remind herself to keep calm. If she wasn’t then you could hurt yourself trying to get away. The Doctor had hoped that you would stay sleeping while the nanobots did their thing healing you.
Normally, the process wouldn’t really hurt, but it could cause some forms of irritation. In your case, since you were literally being stitched together from the inside out, it caused that severe burning.
“Just calm down,” she soothed. “Listen to my voice. You’re okay. I know it hurts right now but I promise that it will pass.”
You whimpered in response, still trying to tug your arms free, but you were too weak to make any real effort.
“I can get you something for the pain, but you can’t claw at it anymore, okay?” She asked.
You gazed up at the shadow again, it felt familiar to you, so you nodded, feeling like you could trust it. The Doctor released your hands, watching you to make sure that you didn’t try to tear at it again, and reached into the drawer nearby to pull out an injector. She showed it to you.
“Do you trust me?” she asked.
You nodded almost immediately. Of course, you trusted the Doctor, even if you didn’t know that the shadow person in front of you was the Doctor. “Yes.”
The Doctor nodded and placed the injector to the side of your neck and squeezed. It was something close to nanogenes, but instead of healing you instantly like she wanted, they worked to stitch you up from the inside out, especially so close to your heart to make sure you didn’t unexpectedly go into cardiac arrest.
Your head twitched at the pinch you felt, but when you tried to ask you what it was you, your tiredness took hold. You whined; you didn’t want to sleep again.
“I know,” the Doctor started to say. “You’ll feel better soon.”
With your bandages redone and you softly resting, the Doctors attention drifted down to your hands. Your fingers were red, your blood slowly matting and dry, into your palms. It was no doubt uncomfortable on your skin, and the sight pulled at the Doctors hearts in the most uncomfortable way.
The Doctor grabbed a wet washcloth and carefully cleaned your hands. Her mind drifted away as she did her task. She couldn’t stop the sob that left her, and the cloth dropped to the floor. She brought her head down so she could press your hand to her cheek.
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I’m so sorry.”
It was hours until you woke up again, groggy and disoriented. You couldn’t recall where you were and what happened. You felt stiff and groaned when a muscle in your leg pulled when you tried to stretch.
A warmth in your hand drew your attention. Familiar blonde hair and a light blue coat sat in a chair beside you, her hand, occasionally twitching, in yours
“D-Doctor?”
The Doctors head jerked up and met your hazy eyes. You could still feel the effects of the pain medication.
“Hey,” she whispered and gave your hand a squeeze. Her hearts skipped a beat when you gave a weak squeeze in return. “How are you feeling?”
You hummed and your head rolled to the side so you could look at the Doctor. “Am I dead?”
The Doctor shook her head, her eyes holding her uncontained sadness. “Of course not. You’re here on the Tardis with me.”
You frowned at that, trying to pull your thoughts together, but couldn’t think through the fog clouding your mind. Instead, you tried to sit up, but the Doctors hands grabbed your shoulders to gently push you back down on the bed.
“No, no,” she told you. “Don’t try to get up yet, you haven’t healed completely.”
“How am I … here?” you asked.
The Doctor sighed. “How much do you remember? Do you remember calling me?”
You tried to think. You remembered coming home and that someone was in your house and … oh.
A loud bang echoed through your memories and you jumped, suddenly sitting up and backing away from the Doctors hands, nearly falling off the bed. Your hand went to your chest where the second bullet had hit you. You could feel the slight indent under the bandage, and your breath left you.
“I-I-I,” you gasped, struggling to breathe.
“Shh, shh,” the Doctor soothed. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” She gently grabbed your hand and pulled it away from your chest, worried that you might start hurting yourself again, and laced your fingers together.
“T-There was a … g-gun,” you tried to get out.
The Doctor nodded. “You were shot, and you called me after.”
“T-The blood wouldn’t s-stop.”
A squeeze from the Doctors hand. “I knew something wasn’t right and I went to see you. When I found you, you were…” she trailed off, a sad pained look in her eyes. “I brought you back to the Tardis.”
“I didn’t … I’m … I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Doctor, I didn’t…”
You couldn’t get it out. You couldn’t tell her how sorry you were that you were dying and that you wouldn’t tell her, how sorry you were that she had to find you as you were. She probably hates you now, hates that she had to waste her time bringing you back.
The Doctor didn’t say anything, just tugged gently on your hand until you had no choice but to shift closer to her and lean against her side. Your wounds protested with the movement, and you inhaled sharply. You hated this, this feeling of helplessness.
The Doctor carefully wrapped her arm around your shoulder to better support you, her other hand still held yours. You could feel her double heartbeats under you.
“I’m not mad,” she told you.
You looked up from you intertwined hands in shock. Her words confused you. How she knew what you were thinking, and how could she not be mad at you? “H-how?”
“You’re very easy to read,” she told you, running her thumb over your wrist. She could feel your still weak beating heart. “You mean so much to me, I was so scared when I found you.”
You couldn’t stop the tears at her words, you didn’t know which situation would be worse; the Doctor being mad, or the Doctor forgiving you so fast.
“I’m sorry,” you cried into her shoulder.
The Doctor shushed you, whispering gentle nothings in your ear until you calmed. You stayed in the Doctors embrace until your tears dried and both of you were just leaning into each other, taking in each other’s presence. You were still in pain, and the Doctor gave you another injection when she noticed.
“Are you getting tired?” the Doctor asked you.
She noticed that you were starting to nod off against her shoulder after a few hours. She couldn’t help the small smile on her face, her hearts giving a strong thump the longer she looked at you. You were alive!
“Just a little,” you admitted, sighing and relaxing fully into the Doctors body. “I think the pain meds are kicking in again.” “You should get some more sleep,” she told you, and untangled herself to help you lay back down. “Here. Slow, slow.”
You grunted, your wound flaring, and sighed when you head met the soft pillow under you. The Doctor pulled the blanket up over you and told you that she was just going to do some Tardis maintenance and if you needed her to give her a shout. She was just about to leave when you thought of a memory.
Call me whenever you need.
You grabbed the sleeve of her coat. The Doctor paused, turning to see your frightened eyes.
“Stay,” you said before she could ask what was wrong. “Please, stay.”
The Doctor nodded, moving to go sit back in the chair that she had been occupying during your recovery, but another tug of her sleeve stopped her.
“No,” you said again. You moved to the side of the bed, giving another tug. “Here. Please.” The Doctor’s hearts picked up. You wanted her to lay in the same bed as you. “I don’t want-”
“You won’t,” you cut her off.
The Doctor allowed herself to be pulled back towards the bed. She shrugged off her coat, tossing it onto the chair before sliding into the bed. When the Doctor settled under the blanket with you, you shifted and squirmed so you could lay on your side, facing the Doctor without kicking her or hurting yourself more.
“You should lay on your back,” the Doctor started to say. “It would be more comfortable for you.”
“Ever the Doctor,” you mumbled, shaking your head. “I’m okay, I just want to lay like this for a bit.”
The Doctor didn’t say anything after that, and she turned herself over so the both of you were facing each other. It wasn’t until this moment that you saw how tired the Doctor looked. There were dark circles under her eyes, the whites tinted pink. Either from sleep deprivation, crying, or both, you weren’t sure.
You reached your hand out and ran a finger down her cheek. The Doctor closed her eyes under your touch and sighed, and she seemed to fully relax and sag into the pillow.
She took your hand and held it tight - as if afraid that if she let go you would disappear, and brought your clasped hands close. She placed a kiss on the palm of your hand before settling into a restful sleep.
Your face warmed at her actions, the skin on your hand tingled from her kiss. You tried to ignore it and closed your eyes to sleep, held the Doctors just a little bit tighter.
When you woke up the next morning you were surprised to see that the Doctor was still sleeping in your bed. You had honestly expected her to be already up and doing whatever it is that she does, so you guessed that she probably hadn’t been sleeping while you were unconscious. It was a rare sight to see the Doctor sleeping anyway. She was always claiming that Time Lords didn’t need as much sleep as humans, and you wanted to take this in while you still could.
The Doctors eyes opened not long after you woke, and you were mesmerized by the colour. You never really took too much notice of them - you knew what colour they were, but now being as close as you were, you were finally able to see the colours hidden underneath.
They weren’t just hazel. You could really see the mix of green and brown, and, surprisingly, little gold flakes that seemed to dance across her eyes. They almost reminded you of space and stars. You looked away before you would get lost in those colours, your face growing warm.
“Morning,” she said to you. “How are you feeling?”
You lifted your hand to where you knew the entry wound was, only to find it nearly smooth. “Better,” you told her. “It’s still sore, but good.”
“Good.” The Doctor got up from the bed and threw her coat back on. “I don’t want you doing anything to strain yourself. So, no adventures until you are 100%, alright?”
You mock saluted. “Yes ma’am.”
The Doctor took one of your hands, placing the other against the middle of your back, and helped you sit up. “Still okay?” You nodded, taking a sharp inhale when you felt a pinch of pain. When your feet touched the ground you sighed in relief, glad to no longer be laying down, but your joints ached and protested from disuse.
“You want to try standing and walking?”
“Yes please,” you said.
“Okay, just take it slow,” the Doctor told you.
Still with the Doctors help you slowly got to your feet. A sudden wave of dizziness hit you and your eyes blurred over, your knees giving out. Luckily, the Doctor was quick to catch you. Her arms wrapped around you, and she held you close.
“Hey, hey! Are you okay?”
You groaned and pressed your head into her arm to try to stop the pounding headache behind your eyes. “Yes, sorry. Just got dizzy for a minute.”
“You lost quite a bit of blood when … you know, so you’ll most likely have some dizzy spells for a bit. Do you want to try again?”
You blinked rapidly to get rid of the blur and nodded. “Yeah.”
You were suddenly very aware of how close the Doctor was to you - how warm she was. You cleared your throat awkwardly and stood up, with the Doctors help, and only wavered once before getting your footing.
“Good!” the Doctor praised, and you blushed.
“Can you help me to my room?” you asked. “I’d like to change,” you gestured to the hospital gown you had been wearing probably since the Doctor brought you to the infirmary.
“Oh, yes, of course!”
With slow careful steps, and the Tardis’s help of bringing your room closer, you and the Doctor reached your destination. “I’ll just wait out here for you.”
You nodded and shuffled your way inside. Your room was exactly how you left it, and you felt much better in this room than you did in your own house. There was a certain warmth to it that you couldn’t explain.
It would probably be better to wear something lose and easy to slip on, you thought, so you found a large hoodie and sweatpants to wear. You couldn’t help but look in the mirror at the damage. The bandaging was wrapped tightly around you, dried blood spots painted on.
Your face was pale and cold to the touch. You quite honestly looked like death, on the verge of life. You sighed and turned away from the mirror, unable to look at your reflection any longer, and shuffled back over to where the Doctor was. You wondered if she thought the same, that you nearly looked like a walking corpse, and your shoulders sagged at the thought.
“All good?” she asked when you came out. You nodded. “I bet you’re hungry,” she continued. “Let’s get you something.”
The rest of the day went by uneventfully. You were starting to feel stronger, and didn’t have many more dizzy spells. You could even walk without dragging your feet. Sometimes though, if you breathed too hard you would double over into a coughing fit, sharp pain attacking you.
The Doctor remained by your side the entire time, always there to catch you, to help you get your strength back. When you grew tired the Doctor allowed you go to sleep in your own bed, which you nearly cheered in joy for. You longed for your own comfortable mattress and not the thin stiff bed in the infirmary. Your back would thank you.
It almost felt weird though; sleeping in your own bed after however long it was that you stayed in the infirmary. When the Doctor walked you back to your room, she removed your bandage to see your progress, and you were surprised to see it completely healed. Only a faint scar remained, even though it had been just a few days since the incident.
“The scar will disappear soon,” the Doctor told you. “Then it’ll be like it never happened.”
“But it did,” you said.
The Doctors eyes turned sad, and she placed her hand on the side of your head, her thumb running over your temple. “The mind heals at a different pace. Try to fix it too fast and it crumples, but we’ll get through it, yeah?”
After that you and the Doctor hung around the Tardis for the day, she didn’t want to take you somewhere potentially dangerous and have something happen to you again, so you spent the day reading in the library or going to the surprise garden filled with many different kinds of flowers, both human and alien alike. They were beautiful and you made a note to come back to this spot, you found that there was something soothing about the garden.
When you noticed the “sun” starting to dim you made the walk to your room, saying goodnight to the Doctor with a yawn as you passed. Now, here you were. You laid on your back, staring up at the dark ceiling, and were wide awake. Your chest began to ache, your mind wandering to the incident. You rubbed your hand where the bullet once was.
Phantom pain you think it was called.
You scowled and threw the blanket over to try to go to sleep, you didn’t want to think about it anymore
That didn’t stop you dreaming it, however.
You were back in your house. The shooter held you at gunpoint, but it was different. He was more aggressive than you remembered, or maybe it was always like this.
“Please don’t,” you begged.
He didn’t say anything, just pulled the trigger. That familiar burn coursed in your chest. You fell to your knees gasping. Looking down, you watched your blood dye your shirt that terrible red colour. The shooter was now standing above you, his gun aimed right at your head. He never spoke before, that much you remembered, but when he opened his mouth to speak, icy cold fear ran through your veins.
“No one to save you now.”
He pulled the trigger.
You awoke with a scream, only seeing that terrible nightmare. Your chest tightened painfully, and you gasped for breath. Your door opened, but you didn’t notice it, barely feeling as the mattress dipped beside you.
“Hey, hey,” hands cupped your face. “You’re okay. It’s okay.”
You struggled to get your breath back, instead trying to focus on something, anything, to make you forget your dream. Looking up through your tears, you saw the blurry shape of the Doctor, her thumbs wiping at your cheeks.
“You’re okay,” she said, her voice soft. “Just breathe, ready? In,” you tried your best to inhale along with the Doctor, but only managed broken sobs. “And out.”
It took a few times, and you weren’t sure how long it had been or what time it was. By the end you were finally able to calm down enough to breathe with the Doctor, only hiccupping every once in a while.
“Sorry,” you apologized, your voice weak as you pulled away from the Doctors hands. You already missed the contact. “Sorry if I woke you.”
The Doctor’s hands slowly dropped into her lap. “It’s okay, I wasn’t sleeping anyway.”
She wouldn’t admit why she wasn’t sleeping, wouldn’t tell you that she couldn’t after her own nightmare the day before.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
You looked up at her eyes, yours flickering between them. Your breath threatened to leave you again.
“How do I know…” you trailed off, now sounding unsure.
The Doctor tilted her head. “How do you know what? I can’t answer if I don’t know.”
You were quiet for a moment, then asked in a quiet voice. “How do I know that I’m not really dead?”
She didn’t reply after that. Maybe she didn’t know the answer, maybe you did die, and this was your afterlife. It wasn’t a bad one, you had to admit, to be stuck on the Tardis with the Doctor. You jumped when the Doctors hands cupped your face again, but this time she leaned in, and you sighed when the Doctors lips pressed lightly against yours.
“How did that prove anything?” you teased when you parted from the Doctor.
She laughed and leaned forward so your foreheads were touching. “Guess you’ll have to just take my word for it.”
You hummed. “Well, dead or alive, this isn’t a bad place to be.”
“Come with me,” the Doctor suddenly said pulling away and standing up from the bed, her hand outstretched for you to grab. You grabbed her hand and she pulled out from the bed and out of your room. The floor of the Tardis was cold under your feet as you followed the Doctor down the halls, but you didn’t mind. She led you to the front doors of the Tardis and opened them. The stars shone in the distance.
“Figured you’d like to take your mind off everything,” she told you.
She pulled you to sit down beside her and you both sat with your legs swinging out of the Tardis.
“I think this is the one view I’ll never get tired of,” you admitted, a smiling lifting on your face.
The Doctor hummed in agreement, but she wasn’t looking outside like you were, her eyes were on you. She watched as the various blues and purples lit up your face and brightened your eyes. It took the Doctors breath away. Neither of you were sure how long the both of you stayed there, but you didn’t really care very much. You simply enjoyed the view and the company the Doctor provided.
“Thank you,” you said.
“For what?” she asked.
“For helping me,” you replied turning your attention to look at her. “For saving me. For just being you.”
“Of course,” the Doctor smiled.
You stayed out there for a little bit longer until you had to try to hide a yawn.
“Let’s get you back to bed, yeah?” the Doctor suggested.
You groaned and took the Doctors hand again so she could help you stand up. Your fingers interlaced and you walked side by side until you found yourself sitting on your bed again. The Doctor was about to leave when you called her name making her pause by the door.
“Can you stay with me again?” you asked her.
The Doctor was surprised. You wanted her to stay the night with you again?
“I just…” you started to fidget with your blanket. “You … you make me feel … safe. You help me forget, if it’s only for a moment, chasing away the bad memories.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
And like the night before, the Doctor shrugged off her coat, slipped off her boots, and crawled under the covers. You had already moved to the other side of the bed, giving her more room, and you laid on your side like you did before to just look at the Doctor.
“What is it?” she asked, laying down to mirror you.
You shook you head. “It’s nothing.”
“We’ll get you through this, okay?”
You nodded, although part of you wasn’t so sure.
“The nightmares are just a bump in the road, they won’t be there forever,” she continued to say.
“And if they are?”
The Doctor reached over to brush your hair behind your ear. “Then you’ll learn to overcome them.”
You grabbed the Doctors hand and, much like she had the night before, pressed a kiss to her hand and nestling closer to her, your head tucked under her chin and her arms held you close promising to protect you from any nightmares that came to haunt you.
“Goodnight, Doctor,” you said softly.
“Goodnight,” she whispered. 
~~~ 
“You cleaned.”
You had asked the Doctor to take you back to your house, back to where you were hurt. She insisted on coming with you this time and you agreed, you wouldn’t be able to go back inside by yourself.
“I couldn’t leave it how it was,” the Doctor replied.
You wandered into the room where you first found the shooter, the room had been absolutely destroyed; drawers flung open, items thrown across the floor, but you were shocked to see it was like nothing ever happened. Even the blood seemed to disappear. Your chest tightened when you remembered how much blood was on the floor, the red trail and the puddle that sat underneath you. So much red. You could still feel the phantom pain of the bullets hitting you, burning you, consuming you.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay.”
You vision was blocked by light blue and all you could feel, hear, and smell was the Doctor. You grasped the Doctors coat in a tight shaking fist.
“Sorry,” you spoke into her shirt.
“It’s okay,” she said. “Do you want to go outside?”
You nodded and let yourself be guided outside, near the comforting presence of the Tardis.
“I can’t…” you started to say.
“You don’t have to,” the Doctor told you.
“Can I just … Can I stay on the Tardis with you? I don’t think I can go back to that house yet,” you asked, a hopeful look in your eyes.
“Of course,” she assured you. “I told you that we’d get through this together, and if you don’t feel safe in your house right now then we’ll try again when you feel ready, yeah?”
You nodded, tearing up. “Thank you.”
“Of course, love.” 
~~~ 
It took a few weeks. You spent the entire time on the Tardis with the Doctor, spending time with her and going on very small trips. Alien hot springs, festivals - very small fun things, and you loved every bit of it. You couldn’t help but tease the Doctor on how she actually could find things to take you to that didn’t involve running for your life.
“It’s not all me,” she would protest, almost offended at what you were saying. “It’s the Tardis! She just ignores what I want to do!”
“Sure, Doctor,” you laughed. “Sure.”
Nearly a month later, you told the Doctor you wanted to go back to Earth. You wanted to see your family again, and the Doctor felt slightly reluctant to let you go. She knew that you would eventually want to go back.
“I just want to spend the day with them,” you told her.
When the doors closed behind you the Doctor was suddenly very aware of how empty, and how big the Tardis actually was. She felt very … alone. The Tardis hummed down at her Pilot, reassuring her that you would be back.
“I know,” the Doctor said to the empty space.
The Doctor decided to do some console “repairs,” keeping herself occupied, even though she knew they were completely unnecessary. She laid underneath the console, pulling out wires and leaving a huge mess on the floor.
She continued this for a few hours, pausing when her phone started ringing on top of the console. The Doctor’s mind went back to the incident. She hesitated to pick it up, almost fearing for what was waiting for her on the other side. She slid from underneath the console, wiping the grease from her hands, and picked up her phone. She took a deep breath, answered in the middle of the third ring.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Doctor,” your voice greeted her.
“This better not be another goodbye call,” she threatened.
You laughed through the speaker. “Definitely not dying this time, I promise.”
“Good, great even! Because once was enough.”
You smiled even though you knew that the Doctor couldn’t see you. “I’m just letting you know that I’m on my way back.” The Doctor pulled the phone away from her ear to see that it was well into the evening, the entire day had passed. She put the phone back to her ear, looking at the mess she created. Wires and tools littered the ground, and she could have sworn she heard the Tardis laugh at her predicament.
“Fantastic! Wonderful! I’ll, uh, I’ll see you soon,” she trailed off in thought. How was she going to clean all this up?
“You’ve made a mess of the Tardis, haven’t you?”
“No, of course not!” she defended.
“Mhm,” you hummed. “You’d think a time travel spaceship would be able to repair herself if she needed to.”
Before the Doctor could reply the Tardis whirred and beeped an “I told you so!”
“Hey, no!” she told the machine. “Don’t take their side!”
You laughed at the argument. “Well, I’ll see you soon. Bye!”
The Doctor pocketed the phone after she gave her own bye. She glared at the time machine, who beeped innocently. “Don’t even start.” She warned. “Just help me put you back together.”
It didn’t take you very long to get back to that familiar blue box, feeling more at home the closer you got.
“Hey, girl,” you greeted. “Hope that Doctor wasn’t too much trouble.”
The Tardis opened the door for you in a “come on in and see.” You walked in, your jaw falling at the sight you saw. Wires and cables littered the floor. The Doctor sat in the middle of it, struggling to pull it all back.
“What did you do?” you laughed.
The Doctor jumped at your voice, dropping all that she had in her arms. “Oh! Me? Nothing! Well, I was doing some small repair and I tried to clean it all up, but someone…” She glared at the console. “Decided to be difficult.”
The Tardis let out a series of irritated beeps and a panel on the wall behind the Doctor suddenly dropped to the ground.
“Oi!!”
You couldn’t stop your laughter. You tried to hide it behind your hand, but the Doctor heard you and threw you a glare as well. There was no real irritation or anger behind it, but still, you cleared your throat and held your hands up to show you weren’t laughing at her. You were barely able to keep your smile down.
“Sorry,” you said. “Please, continue your little fight with the Tardis.”
The Doctor groaned, gathering the cables back into her arms and dragging it over.
“You want some help?” you offered.
“No, I’m fine” she dismissed.
“You sure?” you asked again, voice filled with amusement.
Before she could answer, the Doctor stepped on a tool. Her balance faltered, and the wires fell from her grasp. “Alright, fine.” Your smile grew as you walked up the steps to the console before running a hand over it.
You spoke to the Tardis. “Can you put yourself back together for us, girl?”
You received a warm hum in return as the console room started to fix itself. The panel that fell returned to its spot on the wall, the wires reattached themselves, and the cables snaked back under the console. The room looked as good as new.
“It pays to be the Tardis’s favourite, I think,” you winked at the wide-eyed Doctor.
The Doctor shook herself. “You’re not supposed to pick favourites!” she scolded the Tardis.
You laughed again and watched the Doctor move up to the console, turning her back to you and twisting her coat around her.
“So,” she clapped her hands together. “Where would you like to go today?”
Where would you like to go? A memory came to you, words of place you never thought you would be able to see. You smiled at her. “Soft beaches and waterfall clouds.”
The Doctor smiled back at you, her expression understanding. “Soft beaches it is!” You watched fondly as the Doctor moved about the console, flipping switches and levers until she stopped by the main lever and looked over at you.
“Together?” she gestured her to lever.
You grinned and ran up beside the Doctor, placing your hand on top of hers. “Together.”
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stiles-banshees · 1 year
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Good Things Come in Threes: Chapter Two
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Summary: Growing up on the East Coast her whole life, Summer Hastings always longed for more. The niece of Penny Benjamin would often fly out to the West Coast every summer to visit her aunt and cousin. Summer didn't realize how much her life would change that night she called her aunt to book her plane ticket when she was 18 years old when a certain Jake Seresin answered the phone.
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Warnings: 18+, swearing
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The young women walked to the lounge in the middle of the compound carrying bagfuls of snacks and wet hair from their showers. The pair wore similar outfits since Summer was wearing Natasha’s clothes. They sported oversized navy tees (Nat in black, Summer in dark blue) and gray cotton shorts. The walk to the lounge had been relatively quiet, the only noise coming from the light chatter of the girls. The lounge is empty when the girls walk in, and Summer relaxes.
“Wanna watch the Outsiders?” Nat asked.
Summer hummed as she spread their snacks across the table in front of the couch. Nat took her time queuing the film. Summer sat on the couch and curled into herself when she felt a little chill.
“Blankets?” She asked.
“I’ll grab some from the drawer,” Nat pointed to a dresser set up in the corner. “Grab the headbands and facemasks?”
Summer fished their skincare essentials out of Nat’s bag, smiling when she realized Nat got her favorite brand. Nat threw a blanket to Summer before plopping herself down on the couch, putting a headband on, and then laying her head down in Summer’s lap. Summer carefully squeezed a bit of the facemask onto Nat’s forehead before using a brush to spread the product around.
“I missed this,” Nat sighed, closing her eyes while relaxing.
“You always loved being pampered,” Summer laughed, smearing some of the mask on her friend’s cheek.
“And now I have to deal with all those men.” Nat wrinkled her nose, causing Summer to lightly smack her arm.
“Bradley and Bob aren’t that bad.” Summer whispered, grinning as she thought of her other friends.
“No, but Hangman and Coyote are,” Nat assured.
“I thought you liked Javy?” Summer asked.
“He’s bearable when the blond idiot isn’t around,” Nat answered.
Natasha’s facemask has been fully applied, and Summer tapped her shoulder as a sign to sit up. Summer places her headband on her forehead before switching positions with her friend. She jumped when she felt the cool mask on her cheek.
“I’m definitely with you no matter what since you’re my friend and all, but why don’t you like Jake?” Summer asked her friend quietly.
“He’s just…not a good guy. I’m sure he has potential super deep down, but I don’t see it happening anytime soon, and that kind of scares me considering I might go on a mission with him.” Nat laughed uncomfortably.
“Is there any way I can help? Even if it’s just being there if you need me? I know I can’t come on the mission, but maybe I can help you feel less freaked out.” Summer offered.
“You’ve been a great help, actually. Hangman’s a bit more bearable this time around since he’s distracted by you.” Nat laughed again, and the discomfort disappeared as she smeared some facemask on Summer’s chin.
“Oh, just doing my civic duty.” Summer joked.
The girl’s laughter gets cut short when the door to the lounge opens, allowing Javy and Jake to walk in. The two were wearing sweatpants and their own Navy shirts.
“You gotta be shitting me,” Nat grumbled as she finished applying the pink paste to her friend’s forehead.
“Oh my god, are those Oreos?” Javy asked, snatching the package off the table.
Summer got up from Nat’s lap, pulling her legs under her.
“Coyote, Hangman, out,” Nat said as she snatched the pack of cookies from the intruders.
“The lounge is a common space, Phoenix.” Jake gave her a smug look.
“Fine,” The raven-haired woman groaned. “Just one rule; don’t eat all of our snacks. Ask first.” She said, looking directly at Javy.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jake replied as Javy nodded.
The two men got comfortable on the floor in front of the couch. Javy sat in front of Nat while Jake was in front of Summer.
“I have two rules of my own if that’s okay?” Summer grinned, knowing her friend would love the second one.
“Whatcha got, sweetheart?” Jake asked as he turned to face the girl.
“Tonight, you’re all civilians. No callsigns; we’re using everyone’s names.” Summer eyed them all, knowing the importance of their callsigns in their work. 
“Easy,” Jake nodded to himself.
“Simple,” Nat agreed.
“Why?” Javy asked, regretting his question immediately when he saw his two coworkers glaring at him.
“And you guys have to participate in our girl’s night since you crashed. Facemasks and all,” She beamed at her friend.
Nat’s sour look twisted into an excited smile, “Yes!”
“Only if Summer helps me because I wouldn’t be surprised if you decide it’ll be fun if you shave one of my eyebrows off.” Jake glared at her.
“What makes you think I won’t?” Summer asked him.
“I’m hoping you’re in a good mood right now.” He said.
“As long as Jake’s the only one losing an eyebrow tonight. I don’t care.” Javy sighed, handing Nat a clean brush when she motioned for it.
Summer moved to the floor, motioning for Jake to move away from the coffee table as she grabbed another clean brush and her latte from her trip home. Jake followed and sat opposite her with his legs crossed. Summer watched as Javy moved to the couch to rest his head on Nat’s lap, and she smiled softly. Confused, Jake followed her gaze to the two pilots.
“Why are you staring at them?” Jake leaned in to whisper.
“They look cute.” Summer whispered back, still staring at the two.
Jake hummed, turning back to Summer and watching her dip the brush in the jar of pink gunk.
“What’s that supposed to do?” He asked as she painted a streak across his cheekbone.
“Well, it’s not gonna do much in one use, but it’s supposed to help your skin retain moisture. Considering this is probably the only time you’ll use this, it’ll make you smell like me a little until you shower tomorrow.” She said.
Good to know.
“So, is this why you always smell like roses?” He asked, eyeing the jar between their legs.
“That and my shampoo, body wash, and perfume. I like the scent if you couldn’t tell.” Summer laughed.
Jake kept his eyes trained on her face while she spread the paste around. He noticed the freckles peeking from under the mask, the small scar on her lip from biting it too much, and the little gold flecks in her brown eyes. Sure, Jake always thought Summer was pretty, but that was before she became a tangible thing in his life. He didn’t know it was possible, but Summer Hastings was somehow prettier in person.
“All done.” Summer smiled, cocking her head to the side while twisting the cap back onto the jar. “Why are you staring at me?”
“I thought Nat missed a spot. She didn’t.” The man lied, hoping the girl didn’t realize he was daydreaming about them together.
“Uh huh,” She said, unconvinced. “Nat, what’s next?” She turned to see her friend and Javy staring at them the same way she’d been staring at them.
“I would say we could talk about boys, but-” She started, but Javy interrupted her.
“I’m nosy. We’re dishing.” He said seriously.
Summer laughed at his outburst, and the duo made their way over to where she and Jake were sitting. Javy made sure to bring the Oreo’s and Nat brought over the two ice cream pints with spoons the girls had gotten a few hours ago. Summer popped the lid off hers and immediately dug her spoon into the peanut buttercup dessert.
“Well, we know there aren’t any guys for me right now.” Nat shrugged, eating a spoonful of her own ice cream.
“Right, totally.” Summer rolled her eyes at her friend.
Jake laughed at Summer’s pointed hint and positioned himself closer to her.
“What about you, Sum? Any cute aviators or civvies?” Nat teased.
Jake perked up a bit, hoping he was the only guy on Summer’s radar since she’s been in Miramar.
“Are there cute guys? Yes. Have I thought about approaching them? Of course. Will I do it? Absolutely not.” She said, taking a bite of ice cream.
“Why not?” Javy asked with a mouthful of Oreo.
“Cute guys freak me out.” She shrugged.
“Don’t kill me for exposing you, but you basically begged me to introduce you to Jake.” Nat reminded her.
“What?” Jake asked, and Javy started dying of laughter.
“Hey! That was when Jake and Hangman were two different people in my mind. Don’t hold that against me.” Summer whined.
“If you want anything, all you have to do is ask, baby.” Jake nudged her shoulder with his.
“You’re one of the girls tonight. Shut up.” Summer covered his mouth with her hand.
“Look, they’re fighting like a married couple already.” Javy cooed.
“Summer can do better than Jake, don’t make her settle.” Nat shook her head.
Summer dropped her hand from Jake’s mouth and grabbed Nat’s forearm instead.
“Calm down. Nothing’s happened.” Summer assured her friend.
“Yet,” Jake added, and the three others stared at him.
“What’s the deal between you two anyway?” Javy asked as he looked between them.
“What do you mean?” Jake asked his friend.
“You guys haven’t talked about it?” Nat asked as she ate another spoonful.
“You guys have a mission coming up. I didn’t think now was the right time to rehash old feelings.” Summer said awkwardly.
“Aren’t you scared?” Nat asked her quietly.
“Aren’t you against this?” Summer retorted.
“Oh, absolutely. I just feel like you guys should have the conversation.” Nat shrugged.
“Look at you, being all mature.” Jake grinned.
“Dude, it’s almost like you don’t want her blessing.” Javy cringed.
“I’m sure if Summer wanted to be with me, she’d disregard Nat’s perception of me.” Jake turned to see the girl next to him shaking her head.
“That’s not how this works.” Summer said.
“You’d sacrifice our happiness-your happiness for her?” Jake asked, completely taken aback.
“Jake, the thing is that I’m always going to be her maid of honor. And there are only so many ways when that can exist with you being the groom.” Nat explained.
“They’re right. That’s a thing in the girl world.” Javy nodded.
“So, if I have this right, you need her to like me so you can like me?” Jake asked.
“Yeah, exactly.” Summer nodded.
“Now, what if Bradshaw doesn’t like me?” He asked.
“See, that kinda makes it more fun,” Nat said.
“It makes it hotter.” Summer agreed.
“Well, how do you feel about me now?” He asked the two women.
“I still despise you.” Nat hummed.
“I’m actually kinda into you, but her hating you trumps that.” Summer shrugged.
“Goddamn it, Trace. You’re cockblocking me.” Jake groaned.
A laugh is shared between the other three.
“Nat, are you sure there’s no one you’re into?” Javy randomly asked.
“Oh, we’re doing this now?” Jake asked him.
“We’re figuring out your shit, might as well figure out mine.” He shrugged.
“Oh my god,” Summer gasped when she realized what was happening.
“Oh god, here we go,” Jake muttered.
“What’s going on?” Nat asked cluelessly.
“You’re not actually this dense, are you?” Jake eyed her.
“Keep this up, and you’ll never get to kiss Summer.” Nat threatened.
Jake nodded and motioned as if he was locking his mouth and throwing away a key. Summer watched in amusement, her cheeks turning pink underneath the mask.
“I think Jake and I are good to wash our faces, so we’ll be back in a few minutes.” She said. 
Summer pulled the aviator off the floor to follow her out of the lounge and to the communal bathroom.
“You just couldn’t wait to get me alone.” Jake’s chuckle echoed in the room as they passed the showers and to the sinks.
“Yeah, I brought you to the bathroom to make out.” She snorted as she rinsed off her facemask.
Jake followed her lead, rinsing his off as well.
“You don’t wanna make out with me in a bathroom? I’d make out with you anywhere if I’m being honest.” He said while accepting one of the washcloths she had snatched from the table before they left to dry his face.
“Pat dry, Jake.” She reminded him.
“You didn’t answer my question.” He retorted.
Summer pulled her headband off once her face was dry and ran her fingers through her hair to make it a little more presentable. Her freckles were now on full display, and Jake absolutely adored them. Jake balled the cloth up in his hand once his face was dry to stop himself from reaching out to her.
“Not while Nat still hates you.” Summer whispered, giving him a sad smile.
“Not even a pity peck?” He took a small step toward her, and now he could feel the heat radiating from her.
“Close your eyes,” Summer whispered again as her cheeks burned bright.
Jake does as he’s told for the first time ever. He felt Summer grab his hand that doesn’t have the washcloth. Jake felt the way her fingers anxiously slotted their way between his. He waited to feel pressure on his lips, but it didn’t come. Instead, Jake felt Summer press a kiss to his cheekbone. He opened his eyes when he heard her laugh.
“I’ll take what I can get,” The blond huffed.
“What about me?” Summer pouted.
“Summer, the first time I kiss you, I’m going for your mouth, not your cheek.” Jake laughed, pulling the short girl into a hug.
“This sucks.” She pulled him as close as possible, burying her head in his chest.
“You know, we could always kiss and not tell Trace.” He suggested.
“Or, if it gets super annoying, we could stage kiss.” She said, sounding muffled from his shirt.
“Gonna be honest, sweetheart, I have no idea what that is.” He laughed again, trying to pull her closer.
“Come on, Hangman. It’s when you put your thumbs on the other person’s mouth, and then you kiss your thumbs. You’re not that stupid, are you?” Bradley’s voice scared the both of them, and they jumped apart.
“Dammit, Bradshaw. We were having a moment.” Jake groaned.
“In the bathroom of a naval base. Classy.” Bradley joked.
“B, can you just leave? This is embarrassing enough.” Summer whined.
“I came in here to shower; you guys leave.” He pointed at the door.
“Gladly,” Jake said before pulling Summer out into the hallway.
The two awkwardly walk back to the lounge, only to find it empty besides the snacks from earlier and a little note on the table that reads Don’t wait up :).
“How is this fair? Trace can get some ass, but I can’t?” Jake groaned again as he plopped himself down on the couch.
Summer placed her melting ice cream back in the freezer before joining him, practically sitting on his lap.
“Hastings, what are you doing?” Jake asked.
“Can we cuddle? She didn’t say anything about touching.” Summer asked, anxiously biting her lip.
“Absolutely. Smart girl found a loophole.” Jake grinned, pressing his lips to her forehead.
The two settle on the couch. Jake’s lying on his back, and Summer’s on her stomach on top of him.
“What movie were you guys gonna watch?” He asked as he played with her hair.
“The Outsiders, I think, but it’s okay. I get to talk to you now.” She smiled.
“Maybe we can figure out our shit together without the peanut gallery.” He said raspily, and Summer really liked its raspiness.
“Alright,” She laughed. “What do you want, Seresin?” 
“Besides being together in general? I would love for us to be exclusive. We’d go out on dates and dread my inevitable deployments, but I’d always come back home to you. We’d get a dog, so you’re not alone while I’m gone. Getting married could be cool too, eventually, at least, and if you want to. Same with kids. I think it’d be fun to have a few minis of us. Nothing too major, just the fairytale thing most people dream about,” He shrugged.
“Do you have our entire lives planned out?” Summer stared at him with wide eyes.
“No. I’m just saying if I could choose how my life goes, that’s what I’d want.” He explained.
“You want a serious and monogamous relationship with me. And you want us to get married someday, and you want to get me pregnant?” She clarified.
“When you say it like that, I sound like a lunatic.” Jake squeezed his eyes shut.
“It’s a bit crazy, but I get it. I used to have this whole vision about how we’d meet in person for the first time. It’s so embarrassing now, but it just felt right.” She said.
“Your turn to get mushy. Spill,” Jake squeezed her, urging her to go on.
“I would’ve loved to meet in person sooner, but now’s a good time too. I always imagined us having a little cat-and-mouse thing for a few months. Like, just enough tension for other people to notice, but not so much they’d say anything. Penny would lose her mind because I’m her only niece. Nat would act like she is now, but Bradley would be a little more skeptical since you’re older than me. You’d be obsessed with me, though. Not in a creepy way or anything, but anytime someone would think, ‘oh, where’s Jake?’ and someone else would say, ‘he’s probably with Summer.’” She placed her chin on his chest, locking eyes with the blond, and suddenly felt embarrassed.
“I know, it’s so bad.” She cringed.
“I think we can make that happen,” Jake suggested.
“Are you insane?” Summer’s eyes widened.
“The uranium mission’s in a few weeks, so we’ll have to speed up the process a bit, but I think we can make it work.” He nodded to himself as he crunched the numbers in his head.
“How much free time do you think you’ll have?” She laughed.
“I’ll make time if I have to,” Jake said. “We might have to start tomorrow afternoon, though. I think Javy and Nat are in her room tonight.”
“Dammit, now I have to sleep in here.” Summer pouted.
“Not necessarily,” Jake smirked.
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hazbin-college · 5 days
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Rosie and Alastor lunch date!
Alastor usually ate lunch by himself, often taking the free time to decompress from all the time he had to spend around classmates. Full time classes plus the extra volunteer hours he needed meant way too much time around moving bodies.
But today Rosie had asked him to eat with her. And how could he say no to his favorite classmate. So they were sat together in the cafeteria, chatting quietly in the mostly empty space. The lunch rush had ended a bit ago and most people were either studying or off somewhere more interesting. It was a good time to be in the usually too loud space.
He set his fork down and excused himself from the conversation for a moment to go to the bathroom, Rosie giggling at his formality, he was always a bit too formal in public. The actions part of his ever kept up school persona. It wouldn’t do him any good if he let it slip in such a public setting.
He checked his appearance in the bathroom mirror, fixing his hair a bit back into place before leaving to go back to his table.
However when he got back into view he paused, eyebrows furrowing a bit at the picture in front of him. Some guy was leaning over the table he had just been at, talking at Rosie with a smug look.
The vibe this dude was giving off made his nose wrinkle, he could spot an ass from a mile away. Rosie of course was humoring him just enough to not be rude, ever the picture perfect host she was. He could easily catch her tells though, she was beyond uncomfortable with this guy presumably hitting on her.
Her eyes glanced over and caught sight of Alastor, her smile straining a bit to show her discomfort to him. Her fingers tucked neatly onto her lap twitched a little, a small movement indicating she wanted him to come over to her.
So of course he did, plastering on his best relaxed smile and sauntering back over to the table that had been hijacked
“Alastor! What a surprise to see you here!” Rosie suddenly spoke, standing up from her spot, nudging past the dude heckling her. She slipped easily into the spot next to him, and looped her elbow in place around his, giving his arm a little squeeze. Asking for him to play along “I was just talking to this lovely gentleman, he was inviting me out to dinner tonight. I do believe we already have plans though, dear. Don’t we?” She prompted, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.
Alastor’s brain short circuited for all of two seconds. His composure only momentarily lost, before easily putting his front back up and smiling fondly at his friend. Easily keeping the cringe inside his body he had at the kiss “of course! I believe we’re going to see a movie. And then dinner after that? Sorry, but she’ll have to decline your offer” he spoke, directing the last sentence to the intruder in front of them
He didn’t look that intimidating next to Rosie, as they were nearly the same height. However the guy in front of him was a good few inches shorter, and he easily used that to his advantage. Tilting his chin up just slightly so he had to look down at the pest a little more. His schooled expression giving a slightly wider smile, enough to be unsettling. And it did its job, the guy looking visibly uncomfortable
“This your boyfriend or somthin’?” He asked rather rudely, gesturing a sloppily pointed finger towards Alastor.
“He is indeed! It just slipped my mind not to mention him in our previous conversations. You know how it is when you’ve been with someone a long time, occasionally you just forget other’s don’t know!” Her voice remained polite and patient throughout her words, as it usually did. But she was tense against him. He could assume this man has been a consistent problem if its got her out of sorts. So who was he to not play along.
“I think we should probably be off now anyway. We don’t want to forget to grab a snack and a drink for our movie” Alastor had spoken before the guy in front of him had the chance “pleasure to meet you! Maybe I’ll see you again and we can chat longer” he hummed, turning to place his own small kiss onto Rosie’s cheek. Before gently tugging her along to head towards the exit. He didn’t want to keep up this charade any longer than he had to. However the annoyed grumbling behind him did amuse him a little.
Once they were far enough from the building to not chance the same guy seeing them again Rosie pulled her arm from Alastor’s grip, and let out a long sigh “I apologize. He has been a thorn in my side too many times now, and doesn’t seem to know how to take a no unless I’m already claimed by someone” she said, emphasizing her annoyance with an eye roll “really, how hard is it to understand I don’t want to go on a date simply because you aren’t my type” she huffed, before shifting her attention back to her friend, and smiling, clasping her hands together “you did lovely though! And I appreciate you playing along”
Alastor simply gave a shrug “if it gets him off your back I don’t mind. I don’t plan on making a habit out of it though” he said, scrunching his nose a bit. He didn’t like public affection at all, he didn’t want to be touching anyone ever with a public audience “how about next time he bothers you I knock a few of his teeth out” he grinned. Anyone else would have taken that as a fake offer. But Rosie knew better, he absolutely would.
She shook her head with a little exasperated laugh “no, you know I don’t like you fighting. I’m sure I can handle it the next time he comes around again. Hopefully that little show will keep his sights off me for a bit” she smiled, nudging Alastor with her elbow “could I persuade you into turning that movie date idea into something real? I’ve been dying to go to the theater again” her tone was a tad teasing, but in the loving way he knew.
He gave a contemplative hum, tapping his chin with a finger “I suppose I’d be okay with seeing something, but you have to pay” he shot back. And Rosie gave a little laugh, nodding. That was him bluffing, she knew he was far too much of a gentleman to ever make her pay. She would of course if given the option. But he liked to buy her things. One of the few ways he could expression his appreciation for her.
So they were off together to buy snacks and catch a movie. The previous altercation all but forgotten now.
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oberthinkin · 8 months
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Can you write about dio finding out his partner is a puppy regressor
Mhm! I tried to write it JUST like dio so there is a sliiightly scary moment where dio refers to his past, but its not graphic! And there IS a happy ending of course :3
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"Dio..." You start, standing nervously in the doorway of his bedroom. The blonde vampire looks up in acknowledgement, one leg curled up against his chest so he can rest his arm on it as it holds his book, the other leg stretched out to take as much space as possible on his bed. It feels nerve-wracking, almost like you're intruding in his room... But you two have been living in the same manor for months now, grown much closer. Close enough that you trust the vampire, even if now you feel incredibly worried about how he might react.
"Dio, I wanted to tell you something that's really important to me. I... I age regress, which is a coping mechanism, and my mind turns back into a little kid. And I also pet regress, which is like thinking and acting like an animal-- in my case a dog-- to help alleviate more stress, because my brain turns into a primal state when I get overwhelmed. And I really wanted to ask if you wouldn't mind playing with me or taking care of me when I'm small?"
"I can't believe what I'm hearing..." Dio stares, dumbfounded, his book dropped unceremoniously onto the carpet.
You shift uncomfortably, but Dio continues before dread can pit itself in your stomach: "I'm not referring to your regression in general-- I don't mind it at all if it helps you, and I, Dio, will be more than sufficient a spoiling caregiver!" Dio dramatically lays his hand over his chest! He beckons you over to sit on his bed with him, continuing to monologue as his posture slouches slightly, a hand on his cheek.
"I have seen worse coping mechanisms, most of which devolve into some form is diseased rot that ruins oneself and those around them. Besides; Regressing mentally to the age of a child isn't a bizarre reaction to trauma-- you'd be surprised how many people from times long gone now acted just like babies when confronted with yours truly." He smiles fondly at some dark memory before his smile falters and he lets out a dramatic sigh: "But of all the things to regress to... Must you be a dog? You know how I feel about mutts."
You flinch at the sudden look of annoyance on Dio's face directed you way... You can't help your petre... Will Dio reject you not because you regress, but because you regress as a puppy?
"Don't look so forlorn, little one. I will still take care of you. I wouldn't spurn you after the courage it takes to confess that you need a caregiver. You're braver, and smarter than any mongrel anyways. You're my special pup." Dio gently places a pet guidebook on your lap.
"I'll buy whatever dog toys you think will help your regression-- as well as whatever grooming supplies, dog beds, or children's toys would make you feel better. I do want to take care of you," Dio pets your head affectionately. "My little puppy."
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the-stardust-shard · 5 months
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Honestly i think im on the group of those who prefer to have doctors and all the other power-holders come to my room instead of me having to miserably wait in line in a common area to see them in their offices
Sure, they’re intruding my space, but that’s the goal
They’re not in their comfy office chair behind their big desk
They’re strangers in my space, my room which i lay out as i want and while i can just lay on my bed reading comfortably, they all have to stay up and kinda shuffle around without a good way to take notes or more
And i love making the ones that annoy me uncomfortable. i’ll be naked or in my underwear, lounging lazily half asleep while you’re trying to find how to handle me, but there isn’t a lot you can do here, you’re in my space, so the appointments will go as i want, not otherwise
And if you can’t seem to find me in my room today? Well good luck running after me while i go on with my day elsewhere. You’re unlucky that the cameras aren’t placed in useful spots most of the time
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preview: cool about it - ellie williams x reader
upcoming part of the ‘record-verse’ - a collection of stand alone one-shots based off of boygenius’ album ‘the record’ that exist within the same universe.
summary: a snippet of track 5 ‘cool about it’ 
pairing: ellie williams x reader
c/w: none!
a/n: this is my first time writing so please be gentle and I hope you enjoy this little sneak-peak!
After you had settled in Jackson, along with the snow and the urge to bare your teeth whenever someone got too close, you had moved the dining table to be closer to the windows. So that when you sat down in the slightly rocky chair at the head of the table you were able to watch the sunlight filter in, even if it meant having to squint your eyes everytime you looked outside. It wasn't that big of a change, given the limited amount of possessions you own and the fact that the furniture came with the house. No one except you would realise that the dust patterns settle differently now. There was something poetic in that, you were sure of it.
You hadn't told Ellie that you had spent a couple of hours pushing around furniture in a way that chases out the shadows, it wasn't particularly groundbreaking information. She also didn't come around as often as she does now when you did it, back then she hadn't come around at all. But now, sometimes when she visits you feel like she knows. Knows that the couch next to that chair, or the shelves against that wall, were just taking up space in place of something else. There was no way for her to confirm this, not unless she asked, but you both knew that she wasn't going to. Not for the lack of caring, more so the fact that there wasn't really the need to. Like how you knew she wasn't going to ask, she knew the answers already. This funny little dynamic between the two of you speaking for itself. Besides, absence didn't necessarily scare you, more so what might lurk within it. Tucking your feet up on to the chair you sat upon, you turned your head to look outside.
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Ellie was trudging through the slush on the ground on her walk over to your house, wincing every now and again when a particular step left her sock feeling squishier than usual. She knew the path intimately by this point, could even tell you where a certain rock was that marked halfway. She also knew where you would be, what you would be doing, and she almost felt guilty for intruding. Almost.
She counted to three before knocking on your door. When you didn’t answer she sucked in a breath before letting herself in, retracing familiar steps from the day before. Ellie stopped at her space near the doorframe just to watch you with your knees pulled to your chest, to admire the curve of your neck and the fluttering of eyelashes. How, under the sun, you blossomed as though to say - “I’m still here”.
She cleared her throat.
“Oh hey, Ellie.” You uncurled, opening yourself up. “Didn't hear you come in.”
Shrugging, “I figured.”
You watched her for a second, aware of the way she was shifting uncomfortably under your gaze, yet you persisted.
You blinked. “What’s up?”
“Not much, just wanted to see if you wanted to grab some lunch.” She looked away as she asked, hand rubbing the back of her neck.
“Yeah, I could eat.”
“Cool.”
“Cool.”
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