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meltwonu · 3 years

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11. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

91. “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

notes; masseur!seungcheol, dom!seungcheol, dirty talk, name calling, degradation, fingering, daddy!kink! 😭💕 To the anon who sent me the msg earlier today you were kinda on the ball with the guess of the au for this cycle but I've made it a little more vague! So that I can uhhh write about more stuff 😏💕💕 Also I’m debating if I wanna go age order for this cycle 🤔🤔 Guess we’ll find out on Wednesday HAHAH As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

“Hi! Welcome in!”

The male standing at the counter smiles at you warmly, eyes forming crescents as you shakily smile back.

“Hey, yeah, um, I have an appointment with Seungcheol for 4PM?”

The tall male hums as he flips through the schedule book and you take the chance to read his name tag that reads ‘Mingyu’ in scribbled marker.

Last time you were here, the person at the counter was named ‘Chan’.

Why were all the staff so attractive?

“Right! Okay, you can just head down the hall, room 88, okay? He should be in soon, I think he’s just finishing up his break.”

You nod, smiling at the male before you start making your way down the small hallway but you hear him call your name as you turn your head in his direction.

“Ah, before I forget, we do close at 6PM today since it’s Sunday so make sure Seungcheol-hyung doesn’t go over the time, okay~? Sometimes he’s so slow!”

“Um, r-right!”

When you find the room, you’re quick to set your things down on the nearby shelf; already accustomed to the routine when you show up.

It’d just been a fluke the first time - sore muscles and getting fired from your previous job making you waltz past the double doors without a second thought. ‘I need a massage and asap,’ you’d sobbed; eyeliner staining your cheeks as you stared at the poor receptionist.

He’d been quick to set you up in a room, a muffled ‘Seungcheol’s been free all day, lemme go get him!’ spilling from his lips before he’d left you alone.

And Seungcheol had learned by your fourth appointment that it wasn’t just the massages you were coming for.

His gritty voice and rough hands were enough to keep you up at night fantasizing, but it was the way he fucked you on the massage table that had you booking an appointment every other week for a fix.

“Ah, there’s my favorite client~”

You’re tugged from your thoughts; turning slightly to face Seungcheol who leans up against the door.

“I--I didn’t even hear you walk in!” You exclaim - fingertips on the buttons of your blouse. “Sorry, I didn’t--I was so distracted I-I didn’t even get undressed yet…” You shoot him a sheepish smile as you work to get yourself stripped down.

“That’s okay, we have all the time in the world, don’t we, sweetheart?”

Once you’re laid down on your stomach on the massage table, Seungcheol brings a tray over with various massage oils.

“I got a new one to try for today, it’s cherry scented~” He grins down at you, although you can’t see from your position.

“Should I start now, sweetheart?”

“Mm--mmhmm…”

The room is quiet other than the sound of Seungcheol’s hands moving about and it’s not long before you feel his warm, oil slicked hands on your shoulder blades.

You bite your lip to hold in the moan that threatens to spill and you clench your hands into fists under your chin when Seungcheol only adds more pressure to your tense muscles.

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that, sweetheart~ Let me hear how pretty you sound when I make you feel good.”

The cockiness in his voice sends thrums of arousal shooting through your body in a flash as you give in and let the quiet moans fill in the otherwise quiet space.

He works his hands all along your shoulders, squeezing and massaging all the stress and tenseness away as your eyes flutter shut.

“That’s right, feels really good, huh?” You shakily nod once; letting Seungcheol do his job as his hands move from your shoulder blades down your spine until they reach the small of your back.

“You were so tense last time you were here, sweetheart.” The small towel covering your ass shifts as Seungcheol pushes it further and further down your legs. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Um, ah, m-mmhmm…”

Your breath hitches when you feel his hands leave your skin and it’s not until you feel the cold massage oil being poured over your ass that you let out a high pitched whine.

“S--Seungcheol!”

Goosebumps rise all over your body when you feel the oil dripping down your skin - legs clamped tight when you feel it sliding through your folds and down onto the table. “A-ah, Seungcheol…”

His slicked fingers pry your shaky thighs apart, quickly sliding through your folds as you mewl and whimper atop the massage table.

“Oh? Already so wet too, sweetheart? I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” The teasing lilt in his voice is enough for you to moan back in return as he spreads the oil all over your wet skin.

“Bet I could slide my fingers right into your tight ‘lil pussy right now, huh?” He licks his lips, fingertips prodding at your entrance as you whine. “Your slutty ‘lil hole is begging to be filled, sweetheart~ What should we do, hmm?”

“P-please…” You spread your legs a little more for him; eyes focused on the wall in front of you as he continues to tease. “D-daddy, I--mmph!”

Seungcheol slides in an oil slicked middle finger in one fluid motion as he growls - his finger meeting no resistance as you only beg him for more.

“Daddy, huh? That’s new.” He smirks, thrusting his finger into your tight cunt. “Wanna tell me what you were thinking of? Maybe one of your filthy ‘lil dreams again?”

“I--ngh, fuh--fuck…” Seungcheol snaps his wrist fast, middle finger slamming into your g-spot with each thrust. “D-dreamt about--about you last night, d-daddy…”

“Yeah? And what did daddy do to you in your dream, hmm?” He slows his hand for a second to add his index finger - now both of them scissoring and curling inside of your tight, warm walls as you try to not drool out onto the table.

“F-fucked me suh--so good… M-made me, ngh, squirt and--and came inside my, a-ah, pussy…”

You squirm as his fingers thrust into you hard, already craving the feeling of his cock sliding into you with each snap of his wrist. Biting down onto your bottom lip, you do your best to not start screaming out his name.

“Ah, ah, ah, what did I say about you keeping in your noises, huh? I wanna hear you, sweetheart. Your slutty ‘lil cunt is so fuckin’ wet too, bet I could slide my cock in right next to my fingers already...”

“God, please!”

Mingyu glances up at the clock - brows furrowed at the 6:01PM that glares back at him.

He gathers his things before he leaves the front desk, a sigh on his lips as he shakes his head and makes the decision to go chew Seungcheol out himself.

“I swear to god, Seungcheol-hyung if you’re just shooting the shit back there...”

#scoups smut #seungcheol smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #scoups scenarios #scoups imagines #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #scoups #seungcheol

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oilbun · 3 years

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"It's okay to cry.."

Warnings? No, just fluff and mild angst

Izuku Midoriya x (female) reader

alright, i thought of this on my first day of my cycle, very tired from painkillers trying to stay awake watching mha to come up with this so bear with me. I've fallen in love with this sweet broccoli boy and I just thought this was neat and sweet ;_;

Summary: you get couch ridden with cramps when Izuku arrives home from early patrol.

ao3

Your first day is always the worst. It causes a lot of pain, despite the fact of how ready you were from tracking your cycle. But everytime, with out fail, that first day knocks you out with nausea and pain. Its sometimes a miracle that you get out of bed and make it to your bathroom and living room couch, the pain can be so bad. With heating pad solidly against your hips, blanket huddled around you, you settle into the couch and turn on the tv. Popping pain killers in your mouth and downing with water as you watch the news. Seems they're always talking about Deku, and showing him in action. You cant help but sigh when they show your boyfriend, giving you a glimpse of his scars and bruises. You reach for the remote as your apartment window slides open, causing you to turn your head and see Deku climbing in. He always left and exited that way, guess it was more heroic than the front door.

"Oh, hey you're up" Izuku said, shutting the window behind him.

"Yeah.." you say weakly.

"Are you okay?" Izuku asked, a tired, yet concerned and loving look in his eyes. You shake your head and lift the blanket to show the heating pad.

"Oh no.. you started huh?"

"Yeah.. are you okay? You're uh, kinda bleeding," you say, pointing to your own cheek to reference the cut on his. He lifts his hand and touches it gently.

"Oh! Yeah I'm fine y/n, always am," he said, "I'm gonna change out and take care of you, kay?" He kissed the top of your head as you weakly reach up and pet his fluffy green curls before he walks off to your room.

"Okay," you say, watching him go. It was basically a habit, watching Izuku change out of his hero outfit. Not just to catch a glimpse of the muscles that makes you and every other fangirls heart sing, but to notice every scar on his body from his quirk, as well as the fresh injuries from battle. It usually poked at the worry living in the bottom of your stomach, and it wasnt just the cramps. Izuku always gave his all in every fight, in every training session. He'd always been like that from what you remember back in his UA days. The news brings your attention away from Midoriya to talk about the anniversary of All Might's retirement. Izuku walks back into the room in shorts and a t-shirt and catches a glimpse at the tv as well.

"Oh yeah, I guess that is today huh." He said, sitting down next to you. Looking at him, he seemed clearly tired.

"Izuku.." you say dearly.

"I remember.. that's the day I basically was officially passed on All Might's torch.. which was scary.. how do you fill shoes so big..?" He wondered outloud. Being the number one hero has to take a toll on Izuku. Always being called to work of some kind, always fighting, always coming home with new cuts and bruises.

"I just wonder.. if I live up to him.." He said, staring down at his clinched fists.

"Izuku..." you start, "You shouldnt put so much pressure on yourself like that." Once you say that, he sniffles in reply.

"I know.. but I cant help it, as his successor and the number 1 hero right now.. I can't help but think that stuff." He said as tears rolled over the freckles on his cheek.

"Izuku..c'mere.." you said, reaching out to him as he lays his head on your chest, wrapping him in a hug. "Its okay to cry." And there came his waterworks. Sometimes you could tell how much pressure and stress Izuku can put on himself. You think he forgets that even though he's a big shot hero, number 1 even, that he doesnt have to be though all the time. That hes allowed to cry. You pet his hair and shush him quietly as the news shifts topics and melts into background noise.

"Izuku... its okay hun. You shouldn't put so much pressure on youself. You do so much, for everyone and yourself. Don't think that ever goes unappreciated," you say.

"You think?.." he sniffles as his sobs quiet down.

"Of course! The world appreciates you and what you do," you say, lifting his face to lock eyes with his emerald ones that always sparkled when he looked at you.

"Your fans appreciate it too, and I appreciate what you do." Blush dusted under the freckles that kissed Izuku's cheeks.

"I appreciate you y/n," he said lovingly. You canf help but smile at him, he's too adorable for his own good sometimes.

"Just, make sure you come back home from missions in one piece. Not just for me, but for all your fans, and everyone else out there. Okay?" You ask, kissing his forehead.

"I promise." He said. You sigh happily as he rests his head in the crook of your neck as you play with his green curls.

"Izuku, my hero.." when he hears you say this he lifts his head with the most giddy smile on his face and kisses your lips softly but with a drive behind it.

"Your hero.. only yours.." He mumbled on your lips as he pulled away a bit, both of you smiling happily.

#izuku mydoria #bnha izuku #izuku fluff #izuku my beloved #mha fanfiction #deku midoriya #deku x you #deku x y/n #deku fluff #mha deku #deku #izuku midoriya x reader

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willwriteforhugs · 3 years

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how stray kids asks you out <3

skz scenario - all members (individually) x reader

genre: fluff, dating au, angst if you close your left eye

word count: 1.6k (total)

warnings: some cursing, but nothing else :)

a/n: hello, lovelies!! this is my very first (posted) stray kids fic- i hope you all enjoy. it’s nothing major, but i really had fun writing it. if you’ve found me on the explore page, hello! i’m a hot mess. pls validate me by reading what i write.

just kidding.

maybe.

ANYWAYS- please keep in mind that this is written in a totally lighthearted way, and this is 100% fictitious. this is for entertainment purposes only. thank you for reading!

chan:

he is actually so shy about it :’(

but he knows he’s gonna go through with it

cause that’s the kind of person he is

he just wants his emotions to be out in the open

whether the feeling is mutual or not

so he just improvises

he approaches you with completely no context? like he just walks up and starts a convo but you can’t tell why

you think he’s just. being chan

but no

he’s pretty chill, actually

his face is so tho red but he doesn’t know that so don’t say anything

a few minutes in he kinda just snaps because he just couldn’t wait

“y/n-ah, do you wanna- i don’t know, get together sometime? are you free?”

this takes you off guard completely

he misunderstands your reaction *screams*

and he immediately regrets saying anything

but you scramble to reassure him

when you say you’d like to get together, he loses all humility

becomes a total flirt

this flusters you but the two of you have such CHEMISTRY

“so it’s a date?”

“it’s a date.”

minho:

is the type to completely deny his own feelings until the very last minute

plus, tbh

he probably thinks you hate him

so he has a hard time convincing himself to finally ask you out

but when he does...

he just bites the bullet (lmao pray for him)

walks RIGHT THE FUCK UP TO YOU

“y/n.”

when you respond he just kinda:

“will you go out with me?”

you also probably thinks he hates you too (go communication!!)

so you’re just like *surprised pikachu face*

but he just stands there and waits for your response

he’s sweating on the DL

but you kinda just go with it and say yes

he’s hella surprised but doesn’t wanna show his excitement

so he just smirks and is like

“okay. what would you like to do, and when?”

(just because he’s a cocky lil shit doesn’t mean he’s not a gentleman)

but he’s also secretly planning the whole first date in his head

will i hold y/n’s hand? what will they wanna do? should i-

- minho’s brain

(aw)

changbin:

is on the bolder side

(be careful with this one)

(he’s feisty)

he probably let his feelings fester for a long time

so this is overdue

but he spends the whole day shamelessly flirting with you

he finally just asks if you want to grab some food

you don’t even really realize it’s a date until he insists on paying for everything

this makes you all clumsy and embarrassed

but he thinks it’s the cutest shit ever

well now he’s clumsy and embarrassed (sobs)

TECHNICALLY he doesn’t officially ask you out until after this

he pretty much just straight up confesses

the audacity i can’t

“y/n-ah... i really like you- will you let me take you out? on a real date?”

* gesturing to the take out *

he isn’t embarrassed at all

you CANNOT stop looking at his eyes

they’re so genuine and loving that you almost forget to answer

once he gets confirmation he promises to both plan and pay for the whole thing, even as you protest

how are you already in love with this man

hyunjin:

poor hyunjinnie probably spent the last four months trying to decide how to ask you out

he’s been head over heels for you for a while now

and he knows he needs to make his move

(cause, let’s be honest- you’re a catch, and he’s protective. could i make it any more obvious?)

he ends up thinking that just being straightforward is the way to do it

so he spends the whole day just trying to get you alone

this is harder than he anticipated

so finally he just grabs you while you’re in conversation

and goes

“y/n, i’m sorry-it’s important, can i just talk to you a sec?”

you go with him, if not out of pure curiosity

literally the SECOND you’re alone he just swivels around says

“did you know that you are really hard to catch alone?”

and you’re kinda just like:

huh

but he continues

“anyways, i just had a question for you?”

“oh, okay. what is it?”

this is when the nerves hit him

“oh, uh- i guess i was just wondering- if you would go out with me sometime? nothing big, i just-”

you interrupt him without thinking

“yes.”

* cue one completely flustered and w h i p p e d hyunjin *

jisung:

is not shy at ALL

but he wants to make sure you’re comfortable

so he doesn’t make a big deal out of it

he spent a lot of time debating how to do it

but he decides to write a note (so cute)

he waits until you leave the room for a sec

he slips a note into your bag that just says

“date? -jisungie”

with a lil heart next to it

then he panics and just books it

when you find it a bit later you’re initially confused

but then it kinda hits you

you FREAK out and track him down-

only to realize you have no idea what you want to say to him

but he knows you too well

and he just laughs when he sees your face

this makes you laugh too, even though you’re nervous

when the two of you finally recover he’s just

“but really- please? let me take you out.”

you know your face is on fire

so you just nod

but that’s all the confirmation he needs

felix:

king of overthinking

we all know felix has EVERYTHING planned in his head

like, to a T

he’s been very stressed about asking you out, but he also doesn’t want to miss his chance

so he just thinks and thinks and thinks

he just wants it to be perfect for you

he decides to just hang out in the comfort of your home to do it

the two of you are just chilling (y’know. FRIEND THINGS.)

but he is completely in his own head

and you can tell

you get to be a little worried for him, so you just ask:

“hey- are you alright? you seem a little off tonight.”

he turns super pink and tries to play it off

but since you’re a stubborn piece of work, you pry a lil

and he cracks under pressure (I FEEL BAD OMG)

he finally just looks up and snaps:

“y/n- i’m really sorry. i wanted to to this well, and make it cute and romantic and have you fall in love with me in an instant. but you- god, you’re so nerve-wracking!”

you just sit there

completely flabbergasted

he bursts into awkward laughter, and between coughs he’s just like

“y/n, i was gonna ask you out. i’ve loved you for a while now.”

he continues: “but i guess i fucked up, didn’t i...”

you jump and interrupt him

and insist that he was being crazy- what was he doing letting his mind run free with that?

finally, to shut him up, you just lean over and place your lips over his.

seungmin:

is surprisingly confident

but also low-key has no idea what he’s doing

he decides to send you a text

he asks if you want to grab coffee, which you absolutely do

he doesn’t realize until later...

that he didn’t actually specify it was supposed to be a date.

oops.

but he kinda just goes with it, and the two of you maintain good conversation

finally he interrupts you mid-sentence and is like

“y/n, will you answer a question for me?”

you nod, and he continues:

“what is- uh- this- exactly? to you?”

* nodding down at your long empty coffee cups *

you don’t really understand the question (valid)

he kinda just sighs and starts laughing

“well. it was supposed to be a date. i’m just really bad at this.”

you just. cannot believe your ears

he just laughs harder and says

“so. can we try again?”

you start laughing too

and you know that even if it wasn’t the best first date,

you’d felt right at home.

jeongin:

poor baby is SO NERVOUS

he’s spent like,,,,

the last 6 days trying to plan how to finally do this

but he decides to approach you and let it try to come up naturally

you two carry a conversation for a few minutes and then he asks

“so...do you- you know- like anyone?”

your face turns bright red

you can’t stop thinking

does he know oh my god am i that obvious i-

but you end up just looking away and being like

“i mean- i guess?”

he can’t decide how to respond

because on one hand- that person could be him

but on the other hand, it’s more likely that it’s not, and then it would be awkward as hell for him to ask you out

he kinda panics

then against his own will he just goes for it

“y/n-ah. i don’t really know how to say this- but will you let me take you out? i really like you...”

his ears are RED OH BOY

his voice kinda just trails off and you can tell he feels insecure

but when you tell him yes...

he was literally born for this

he gets so excited and doesn’t hide it at all

thank you so much for reading!! p.s. my asks are now open, feel free to send in your requests !

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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Rainstorm (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

credit goes to @princess-of-riviaa for this idea although I think I took it in a slightly different direction than she intended… I hope she won’t mind ;)

this isn’t a “dark fic” in the traditional sense because Bucky himself isn’t very bad (he’s in Winter Soldier mode so he’s no saint, but he’s not a sadist either, just kinda morally ambiguous) but the situation and topics are pretty dark so be wary.

Summary: the Winter Soldier has basic biological needs. HYDRA has hypotheses about the hereditary capabilities of super soldier serum. You’ve been brainwashed into believing that these two goals are your life’s purpose, and that nothing would make you happier than to be at the mercy of HYDRA’s favorite weapon.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: kind of non con* (see below), somewhat painful loss of virginity, mention of blood, captivity and grooming and general HYDRA nastiness

*This is certainly non con because the reader has been brainwashed to comply to orders, but it has none of the trappings of traditional non con fare for the exact same reason. She’s not gonna resist and she doesn’t want to, it’s just that she lacks, on a greater level, much of a choice.

The scientist made a final adjustment to your hair, putting every curl exactly in its place. He examined your face before nodding proudly. “You’re ready. Let’s go to his room.”

You tried to contain your thrill, following the scientist closely and listening to the echo of your heels on the concrete floor.

The scientist used his fingerprint to unlock the soldier’s door, and as it slid away, you finally saw him in person for the first time. He was standing in wait, and turned to look at you through the doorway. Your heart skipped a beat, properly; you were excited to see him, and yet so terrified. You had been training for months for this exact moment. There was so much riding on this, and you found yourself afraid that he would be disappointed.

“I have someone here we’d like you to meet,” the scientist informed the soldier. As you stepped inside, he looked at you with a hint of confusion. “We understand that you’ve been stressed. She’s here to help with that.”

The soldier furrowed his brow. “A woman,” he observed. He hadn’t seen one in quite some time, at least not this up close.

“This woman represents a lot of money, and time, and research. She’s not as strong as you, so be careful, but what she lacks in agility she makes up for in obedience. I promise you, it knows no bounds.”

“She’ll do anything I say,” he realized-- or maybe it was a question.

“She’s eager to please,” the scientist smiled, “and she lives to serve.”

The soldier placed a finger under your chin and you jumped a little before allowing him to move your head side to side as he examined you.

“Is she not to your liking?” the scientist asked nervously. “We can make some changes. The hair and outfit can be different. We figured you would want a… domestic look.”

You tugged at the bottom of your dress, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under your soldier’s observation.

“No, she’s…” he trailed off and began again. “She’s beautiful.”

You felt your face getting hot and you shuffled your feet nervously.

“I’ll leave you two be, then,” the scientist nodded before awkwardly stepping back. “One thing, soldat,” he added, looking the soldier in the eyes. “Do whatever you need to with her in order to… relax. We ask only one thing in return: your mission is to impregnate her.”

The soldier nodded and the scientist finally left.

You felt very aware of the silence in the room as the soldier began to pace around you.

“You were created for me,” he posited. You nodded quickly. “Well, get on with it then. Show me what you can do.”

You dropped to your knees, looking up at him as you palmed the front of his pants. You felt his cock underneath the fabric growing harder, and you smiled.

His uniform was somewhat difficult to open but you did your best and finally managed to get his cock exposed.

You remembered what you had been trained to do and set forth to your task. You had been programmed to love whatever he loved, get pleasure from his pleasure. So as his head fell back and his fingers laced through your hair, you moaned with him, taking his cock as deep into your throat as you could fit it.

He was bigger than the men who had trained you, and harder to swallow. You did your best and earned a groan from him in reply. The fingers in your hair curled into a fist and the pain of your hair being pulled was unexpected but arousing.

You used your hand to stroke the parts of him your mouth couldn’t reach. You looked up and watched him as he watched you, his eyes piercing into you with fiery intensity.

“Stop,” he gritted out suddenly. You pulled back and released his cock from your mouth.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered, “I’ve done something wrong.”

“No,” he shook his head, “I have a mission of my own. Stand up.”

You obeyed quickly, so quickly that you felt a little light-headed.

“Take off your dress,” he commanded. It was designed to come off easily, and with just a few opened snaps it fell to the ground. “Help me take off my chest plate,” he added, and you stepped forward to begin undoing the straps of his gear. He watched your nimble, delicate fingers and thought they looked a bit out of place next to his armor. But you did manage to get it off, and he shrugged his shoulders to help you slide it off his arms. Instead of tossing it to the ground though, you folded it and set it on top of a nearby counter-top.

“What did you do that for?” he asked.

“Would you like me not to?” you countered.

“No, it’s fine,” he nodded.

He took off his boots and you set them aside while he shimmied off his trousers. You didn’t stare at his naked form for too long, because he hadn’t asked you to, but you were sure you’d never seen anything so perfect. You understood that you were made for him, but now it felt like he was made for you too, in a way.

He pulled you towards him, pressing his body against yours. He was so warm, and you smiled as you melted into his embrace.

“Kiss me,” he requested. You slipped your arms around his neck and leaned in, but stopped just as your face was right against his.

“How?” you asked. He seemed confused. “There are different ways.”

“Whatever you want to do,” he answered. That didn’t make much sense to you, but you didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer. You pressed your lips against his as your eyes fluttered shut, feeling the stubble on his face scratch you a bit. His hand held the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss, his tongue delicately beginning to explore between your lips. You moaned a little against him, savoring his taste. After all this time, it felt so right to be in his arms like this. Your life had meaning, your existence had value, and you were so lucky to be here providing whatever he needed.

He pulled back from the kiss and you found yourself chasing him for just a moment before you stopped, meeting his half-lidded gaze. “Mine,” he said quietly. “All mine.”

You nodded, biting your lip a little.

He bent you over the bed, one hand tangled into your hair to hold you up and the other guiding his cock to your entrance.

They had prepared you for everything but this. They explained that you needed to be untouched here, for him, and that you didn’t have to worry about being good at this part. All you needed to do was follow his instructions.

“Please,” you begged, “put your cock inside me. I need to feel you inside me.”

He slipped into you in one motion, plowing through the resistance of your walls and grabbing your hips when he bottomed out. Pain seared through you but it was irrelevant. He didn’t take long before he began to pull back and push into you again, and you focused on suppressing your whimpers as you figured he wouldn’t like to hear you in pain. If he wanted to, he would hurt you more, and you were ready for that if it was what he needed.

“Does… does it feel good?” you asked weakly between shallow breaths.

“Yes,” he hissed sharply. You smiled, sighing with relief as tears of joy prickled your eyes.

“I’m so happy,” you admitted, savoring the feeling of purpose fulfilled. “Tell me how to be good for you. I want to be good for you.”

He leaned in and wrapped his arms around your body, putting his lips right against the shell of your ear. “You want to be good for me?” he repeated.

“Yes,” you sobbed, “please.”

“Tell me how much you love it,” he demanded. “Tell me how much you love my cock inside you.”

“Soldat, I love it so much,” you cried, “it’s everything I ever dreamed of. It feels so good to be yours. I love your cock inside me. I love you.”

He laughed a little, kissing the shell of your ear. “You don’t even know me.”

“I don’t need to,” you explained, “you’re my mission.”

“You’re bleeding a bit,” he realized as he looked down at where your bodies conjoined.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized.

“It’s not your fault,” he corrected. “Don’t apologize.”

You almost apologized again for apologizing, but realized that would be stupid and just murmured out an awkward “okay.”

“Am I hurting you?” he asked in a way that made you unsure if he wanted to hurt you or not.

“Please don’t stop,” you avoided answering, because it didn’t really matter.

He adjusted his angle so that each movement was deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against something inside you that made you nearly scream from overwhelming sensation. He was claiming you so thoroughly that you felt like your body was being molded to his shape, just as your mind had been molded to his presence, and it was intoxicating.

You savored every moment of it, hoping it wouldn’t be over soon and you could stay like this for a while-- although you knew a quick finish was a sign of a job well done, so you were a little torn on how to feel. In the end, you would be satisfied with whatever he gave you.

You’d never been told that you could come, but you were starting to put it together as pressure built inside you, leaving you incapable of suppressing your moans.

“Yes,” you found yourself chanting, over and over, without really meaning to.

“Louder,” he demanded, and you hadn’t known you could get much louder until you did.

“Yes!” you screamed.

“Beg,” he growled, his own voice growing in volume. That you definitely knew how to do.

“Please! Please don’t stop!” you sobbed.

Even with how loud you were, you could hear the sounds of skin on skin as he pounded into you and you loved it. You loved the way his fingers, metal and flesh, dug into your hips as he held you down, keeping you from lurching forward from his forcefulness. You loved the smell of sweat and sex and damp concrete and old leather. You loved everything about this moment.

“Fuck, ‘m close,” he grunted.

“Please,” you repeated, your voice nearly going out, “please come inside me, I need it, I need you, I’m yours, soldat, please-- yes!”

You gasped as an orgasm crashed into you like one of those rainstorms that start with just a sprinkle and then instantly become torrential; thunder, lightning, the whole shebang. You’d never seen a rainstorm like that, but that’s what you would’ve compared it to if you had.

He moaned loudly when he came, continuing to pump into you until he was sure that he’d spilled every drop. The flutter of your walls milked his cock encouragingly and it all produced a cycle that you wished could last forever.

“Stay still,” he demanded breathlessly, holding you down even though you had no desire to resist. “Stay right there, fuck, don’t move.”

You nodded against the pillow. You listened to his breathing as it slowed, relishing the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you.

He pulled out of you and both of you winced a little, him laying down beside you gently.

“It’s better if you don’t move,” he explained, and you weren’t sure what exactly was better, but you trusted his judgment regardless.

The bed was small-- it was never meant for two people. But you loved being pressed against him as he laid on his side and ran his fingers down your back. It made you shiver, but it made you smile, too.

“Did I do well?” you asked weakly.

“Yes,” he nodded.

You both caught your breath for a while, and you just soaked in the way his arms wrapped around your shoulders, like you fit together perfectly.

“Can you handle another round?” he asked quietly after a few minutes had passed. You jumped up at the opportunity to make him happy again.

“I can handle anything you need me to do,” you answered eagerly.

He pulled you onto his lap, looking up at you as he maneuvered his cock towards your entrance again. You sank down onto him and ignored the sting of soreness as your body accepted him once more.

“Yes,” he hissed, “just like that.”

You keened at the praise, arching your back a little more as he pulled you down to lay on his chest.

You felt him holding back a little bit, reacting to your whimpers of pain as his cock pushed even deeper into you than it had before.

“Don’t restrain yourself, please,” you begged. “I want all of you.”

“I thought this was about what I wanted,” he whispered against your ear.

“It is,” you confirmed, “and I can tell you want more.”

He kissed underneath your ear with a smile. “I’m afraid I’ll break you.”

“Never worry about me,” you shook your head.

“Ask me for it then. Ask me for what you want.”

“I don’t want anything that you don’t,” you replied, confused. He pulled you closer and held you down against his muscled chest.

“Then ask me for what I want.”

You pulled back from his embrace to examine his face, which was looking back at you expectantly.

“Fuck me hard, soldat,” you begged in a weak voice, “please, I want you to use me--”

Before you could even finish he was grabbing you again and holding you still as he bucked his hips up into you, fucking you ruthlessly. You cried out with joy as your head fell back, and he leaned into suck at one of your nipples which made your whole body tense up.

“Ride my cock,” he instructed, “show me how much you want it.”

“You know I need you,” you gasped as you followed his command, bouncing on top of him as he released his grip on you to free your movements. He slipped a finger between your bodies to roughly rub at your clit and you choked. “S-soldat,” you whimpered.

“Feels good?”

“I don’t need it,” you explained, “I don’t need anything but you.”

“What if I want you to come right now? Can you?”

You felt guilt burn through your chest. “I-I’m sorry,” you cried, “I’m close but… I can’t yet. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he soothed, stopping you from riding him for a moment. “I was just curious. You don’t need to.”

“Please don’t think you need to do anything for me,” you added quickly.

“I want to,” he assured. “I want you to like it.”

You almost laughed. What a ridiculous concept. “I love it. As long as you’re happy, I love it.”

He smiled, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss. “I’m happy,” he whispered, and you started to move again, gasping as you gripped his chest to keep your balance.

This one was different from the last. It didn’t make your skin burn or your bones sore. There was an ache, yes, but a softer one, one that snuck up on you as you clutched his face and he looked at you with an expression that reminded you of how you felt about him. Like he couldn’t get enough of you, like you were everything, like you were the only thing.

He only asked one thing of you that time. “Say that you love me again,” he requested in a soft voice.

“I love you,” you told him, and you kept telling him until you were too close to form words anymore and he pulled you into one more kiss, deep and slow and perfect, as you wrapped yourself around each other and fell backwards into the abyss of pleasure.

You laid in silence after that, just holding each other as you waited for your panting to still into slow, meditative breaths.

You weren’t sure what to do now. He didn’t seem like he knew, either.

“Would you prefer I keep you company, or that I leave?” you asked.

“Stay,” he decided.

“What would you like me to do?”

“Lay with me.”

You nodded, nuzzling into his chest and letting your eyes flutter shut.

The next few weeks passed relatively quickly. Certainly faster than any weeks of training had. There wasn’t much to do but make love so that made up 80% of what you did, the rest going to sleeping and the occasional meal. One time he taught you about his gun, showed you how to take it apart and put it back together, and you had found it pretty interesting. Mainly because he was the one explaining it, but still.

You asked him to wake you up before he left for his mission but he didn’t. You woke up to an empty bed, and you’d think you would’ve been prepared for that after years of it, but just so little time with him had spoiled you. You cried a bit but got over it quickly, straightening up and deciding you needed to be prepared for his return. You anticipated that he would need a lot from you after having to work.

You were right. You had been meditating when he flung open the door, and you jumped up. He looked so different with all his gear on, including the mask and goggles.

He stormed across the room, tossing away the coverings on his face and kissing you with an intensity that bordered on rage. You reciprocated, glad that he had finally stopped asking you for what he wanted and learned to take what he needed. He seemed to understand now that you could handle it.

It was a fury of tearing at clothes and pulling at hair and biting at skin after that, and you ignored the blood in his hair as you ran your fingers through it.

You frankly had no idea what he was doing when he laid you down on the bed only to slide down and start biting at your thighs, though you had no intention to question it. As he suddenly licked a thick stripe over your sex, it was like you had stumbled into an entirely new world. He found your most sensitive places and targeted them with the same ruthless efficiency he approached nearly everything in his life.

He had shown you pleasure that made you melt but this was like something else, something that made you grip the sheets and kick your legs and arch your back. He had to hold your hips down to keep you from bucking against him, and when the growls he emitted against you didn’t get the message across, he let his teeth graze over your bud. You yelped but finally stilled-- at least, as best you could.

You were speechless, even as you realized that you should remind him that he was focusing too much on you, that you wanted to make sure he was happy too…

But then again, this was what he had wanted. What he needed, it felt like. And who were you to doubt that?

So you let your head fall back as he sent you headfirst into a violently powerful orgasm, enough to make your entire body shake as you made sounds you hadn’t realized before that you could make.

And that seemed to only inspire him to keep going, offering you no reprieve as he kept you suspended in the peak of your sensation.

Tears burned your eyes as you were overwhelmed by him, numbness prickling at the tips of your fingers and toes and even in the places he was licking you. You were so lost in it that you didn’t even notice he had stopped until he slipped his cock into you, still holding your hips down as he finally fucked you.

He stayed upright for a while before leaning down and caging you in under his arms. He smelled like gasoline and gunpowder.

“Mine,” he growled, right against your ear, sending chills over your skin.

“Yours,” you agreed quickly, your voice coming out broken and wavering. “Just yours, only yours, please--”

He rubbed that spot above your opening with his thumb again and you wrapped your legs around his hips. “Ohh, yes,” you whimpered.

He kissed you and where you had found fire before, you found rain. You felt his suffering, the exhaustion that sank deep into his bones and never seemed to leave. You felt his guilt for leaving you. You felt his guilt for coming back.

You hoped that you could kiss him back in just the right way that would say everything you wanted to tell him. It’s okay, you’re okay, we’re okay.

You loved the entire concept of we. You loved being with him, in any way, although admittedly this way was your personal favorite. It was the language both of you seemed to understand best.

Just a moment after he pulled back and looked into your eyes, you heard the beeping of his door being unlocked.

He jumped a bit before pulling the wrinkled sheet up over the both of you as the scientist walked in briskly, not even seeming to care that he was obviously interrupting a private moment.

“Okay soldat, time to go back on ice,” the scientist informed you both mundanely.

“No,” the soldier refused. “I don’t want to. I’ll stay awake until the next mission.”

“Not an option,” the scientist shook his head. “Come on, get dressed and let’s go.”

He sighed as he obeyed, slipping past you and standing up as he found his discarded clothing and put it back on.

“What will happen to her?” he asked, looking at you where you were laying on the bed, nervously clutching the sheet to your chest.

“She’ll wait.”

“You’re going to put her under too?”

The scientist didn’t answer, and the soldier clenched his jaw.

“You’re going to keep her awake, aren’t you? So you and your colleagues can keep ‘training’ her.”

Still no answer.

You yelped instinctively when the soldier grabbed you, pulling you up holding you in front of him with a hand around your neck. You scrambled for footing but made no effort to cover yourself; it was nothing the scientist hadn’t seen before. You relaxed into the soldier’s arms once you understood what had happened. You trusted him. If he hurt you, there would be a reason for it, and you were ready.

“I’m not going under,” the soldier hissed. “Don’t come any closer or I’ll kill her.”

The scientist shrugged. “She’s yours to do with as you please. It’s no skin off my nose.”

“Didn’t you say that you spent a lot of money on her?”

“We spent more on you.”

“What if I told you that she’s pregnant?”

The scientist’s eyes went wide. That seemed to get his attention. “There’s no way you could know that. Our tests haven’t come back yet.”

“But we both know that she could be. How much trouble would you get in if the tests come back positive but she’s already dead?”

He pressed his lips against your ear, gripping you tighter. “You’d die for me, right? If I wanted to kill you now?”

“Yes,” you nodded as best you could with the metal hand around your throat, “of course. Anything for you.”

“Maybe you trained her too well,” the soldier mocked as he addressed the scientist again.

“Alright, alright,” the scientist relented, “we’ll meet your demands just… let her go.”

“I won’t go under,” he repeated, “and no one will touch her but me.”

“Of course,” the scientist rushed, “anything. Let her go, please.”

The soldier dropped you to the floor and you clung to his legs, laying yourself at his feet. The scientist slinked out of the room, apparently to inform everyone that the soldier would not be going into cryo as expected, but all you could think about was what he had said. No one will touch her but me. It was like a dream come true. You could stay with him and make him happy, he wouldn’t have to leave you, you wouldn’t have to practice on anyone. You could just be his.

He knelt down to join you on the floor, wrapping his arms around you. “Never let anybody near you but me, okay? You’re mine.”

You nodded, looking up at him with teary eyes. “Of course.”

“I wouldn’t hurt you like that. I’m gonna protect you.”

“Whatever you want,” you insisted. You felt his hand on your stomach and you looked down at it, putting your own hand on top of his.

“They’re going to take it away,” he realized solemnly. You weren’t sure what to say. You just wanted him to feel better. He looked at you and glanced to where you both knew a camera was watching you from the corner, and he leaned in to kiss your cheek. “We won’t let them,” he whispered. “We’re going to get out, with the baby.”

You nodded a little, and leaned in to rest your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes as he stroked your hair and at some point you fell asleep, and you dreamt of things you didn’t understand-- freedom, choice, family. You dreamt of a world you hadn’t experienced yet; or at least, one that you couldn’t remember. He stayed awake, but as he carried you to the bed in his arms and laid beside you, he was dreaming too.

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Smile for the Camera - Spencer

it’s 2 days late but i havE A NEW FIC! i don’t really know what else to say this time so yeah here you go!

gender: not mentioned/neutral

type: fluff

warnings: none

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You hoped you weren’t going to be late. There was an accident on the highway when you were on your way over to Rossi’s house and you kept praying to whatever was out there for you to make it on time.

Pulling up to the driveway, you saw lights on in the house but the blinds were closed. so you couldn't tell if anything was happening. You heaved a big sigh and grabbed your camera bag.

“Here we go.” You said to yourself.

It was always a big production to go to weddings, no matter how small they are. Weddings were draining in the best ways. You loved seeing people in love but it was hard with how little was going in your life sometimes.

You got a text from Will that read, ’Just walk straight to the backyard when you get here. That’s where we will do the ceremony.’

You quietly walked to the back gate and gasped. The decorations were simple but beautiful. String lights, candles, lightly decorated chairs. You felt the urge to cry coming on but you held back. You had a job to do while everyone was gone at the end of the night, then you could cry out of happiness.

Click. One picture down. Click click. More photos loaded as you got shots in. This was the most calming moment, when there was no one around and you got to be by yourself and get your jitters out. The sound of the camera shutter was so loud in your head but so quiet when you worked.

“Well look who it is!” A southern New Orleans accent drawled from behind you as you wrapped up shooting.

“Wil!” You turned, opening your arms to hug your best friend’s fiance.

You and Will had always been reasonably close because of your bonds with JJ. You didn’t meet the people in her life often but you heard stories and when Will officially came into the picture, you were in love with his chemistry with JJ. You knew this day would happen, especially after Henry, it was only a matter of time.

“Are you ready, big guy?” You asked, taking in his dapper appearance.

He looked so nice that you knew JJ was going to cry when she saw him. Hell, you were going to cry when you see her and you get to see her before everyone else. Let’s face it… You were just going to cry over everything. Everything was cry-worthy because you knew it was all done in love. Everything here was about love.

“No. I mean yes, I get to call her my wife but I have been practicing my vows for an hour and I still don’t know what to say.” Will chucked as you smiled with him.

“I think you’ve got it.” You comforted him.

You were about to say something when someone yelled about JJ pulling up in the driveway. This was Will’s cue to greet JJ at the door with Henry. They arrived in separate cars so Will could get the surprise together but the ruse was that Will was picking up a specific wine as a gift to Rossi since it was his party and you always bring the party host wine. It was a ruse because in reality, Will got to Rossi’s place early to make sure that everything was up and running as smoothly as possible.

Suddenly, a group of people came walking out of the backdoor. You started taking photos of them coming out as if they were the bridal party, the bridesmaids and groomsmen who stand on the altar with the couple, but you knew they were the guests.

The first guy out of the door winked at you, causing you to feel your face get hot. Whenever people gave themselves attention through the camera, you felt like it was attention towards you because you were the person behind the camera. You often had to remind yourself that it’s all for the camera, not you.

“Hey, y/n!” Emily called as she grew closer to you. She was right behind the guy so you didn’t see her until she was standing right in front of you.

“You look really nice.” You said, taking a picture of Emily. She looked slightly bashful at the sight of the camera on her but she went with it anyway.

You met Emily before at a dinner party that JJ invited you to. Emily, JJ, and Penelope sat around JJ’s kitchen table drinking wine and JJ invited you over because she knew you could use the break to chit chat and be with people without being under pressure to mingle and make business connections like at weddings. You always thought she was a bit brash but you also appreciated how straight-forward Emily always was.

“Thank you. Are you going to photograph the wedding?” Emily asked as you walked to the middle of the aisle together. Emily was on her way to talk to someone else in the yard and you were waiting for JJ, Will and Henry to come out the back door.

“Yeah. Will asked me to do it. “ You smiled.

“I know you’ll do great. You always do.” Emily was genuinely complimenting you and it was your turn to be bashful.

Being a friend of JJ, she always had you take their family photos so she could post them to Facebook and frame them. Emily obviously saw your photos, along with JJ’s many friends and family, so she kept up with you.

Emily walked to her seat while you noticed Rossi and JJ’s mother walking to the back door. You followed at a distance, your longest distance lens ready to capture JJ’s face. All you could see was mouths moving but you kept the camera going until it hit her. click click click clickˆ. There was the recognition on JJ’s face about what was happening.

“Y/n!” JJ noticed you behind Rossi, who you knew as the rich older guy whose house hosted many dinner nights that you were often invited to but you were too busy with weddings and other events on the weekends to go. It was nice to actually attend for once.

“JJ!” You said, a big smile spreading on your face.

You can JJ hugged before her mom ushered the two of you off to a room.

“You knew?” JJ asked as you got pictures of her and her mom getting her dressed in that gorgeous gown.

It fit her so nicely that it was almost like it was made for JJ… Little did she know that you had a hand in making sure it was fitted to her perfectly leading up to the wedding. It was a challenge but you were able to figure out her measurements through compiling a series of images, some of her clothes, and a special 3D rendering program that Penelope helped program. It sounds easy but it was incredibly difficult to put together in a short amount of time to ensure that the dress was going to be a perfect fit.

“Kinda. It was a last minute thing, which gave me no time to spoil it.” You weren’t the best at secrets but you were by far better than Penelope. You learned that pretty soon after you met her for the first time.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here. I wouldn’t want to be here without you.” JJ said, her mom zipping her up finally.

You gave the two of them time alone while you went and looked for a good place to set up. You could feel the tears coming on as you closed the door to the bedroom but you took a deep breath. It was a happy day and you were just feeling overwhelmed. Weddings could be stressful and a lot to handle a lot of the time but they made you happy at the end of the day.

As you stood in the front row, waiting for JJ to walk down the aisle, you noticed a boy out of the corner of your eye, just talking to Emily. He glanced over at you for a moment, fixing his hair, before focusing on Emily again. You wondered if he worked with JJ…

The ceremony came and went. From JJ’s gorgeous dress under the stars to Henry and WIll looking nice and the photos of the first kiss, you couldn’t stop crying between shots. It was hard to see but thank the lord for autofocus because you wouldn’t be able to nail the manual focus through your tears. You had never seen her so happy, other than when you saw her in the hospital holding Henry for the first time, so this was an amazing occasion. You missed being a guest for a special moment like this but you would be sobbing if you weren’t doing a job.

As JJ, Will and Henry walked inside for a little bit for a private moment after the ceremony, you were left outside by yourself as everyone started to mingle. Out of sheer anxiety, you flipped through your preview screen with all of your shots on your camera. With JJ inside, Penelope at the snack table, and Emily dancing with a tall, commanding man with dark hair, you were left not knowing anyone.

You decided to go sit down at a table and take a break when you heard Henry’s laugh. Looking up, you noticed the cute guy doing magic tricks with Henry over by the table. You couldn’t help but stare at the two of them, a pang in your heart.

With all of your friends getting married or engaged, you found yourself getting lonlier. They were all pairing off and getting on with their lives while you were committed to your job. That was perfectly fine but your photos couldn’t talk back to you when you were alone at night, needing an emotional connection.

Click. Click. Click. You took more shots of Henry smiling from afar, pausing to look at the previews, before you went inside to get something to drink. If anyone needed a shot right now, it was you.

Two shots in, you heard a door closing behind you.

“You should say hi to him.” JJ said, smiling.

Instinctively, she was playing with her wedding ring. It was a foreign object on her hand so of course she would play with it between her fingers.

“I should not do that. I’m here to work.” You smiled back.

The smile was a little bit forced because you had this conversation with JJ before. You see a cute person and JJ encourages you to go for it. You shoot her down and tell her all the reasons it wouldn’t work out. The two of you laugh about it and move on.

“Spence is a nice guy.” JJ chuckled, looking out to the backyard.

“His name is Spence?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Spencer Reid is his name.” JJ corrected. “But I’ve always called him Spence when no one would give him a nickname when he first got to the BAU.”

“Oh, that’s cute.” You said, distractedly.

Looking over at Spencer, he was still playing with Henry. Another magic trick that piqued your interest as you tried to see how he did it. He was just too smooth because you couldn’t see the switcheroo moment.

“Go, talk to him! Take a break for a little bit. You’ve been working this entire time and I know the shots aren’t going to cure the lonely feeling.” JJ said, a soft smile on her face.

You thought about it for a second, slowly feeling the effects of the shots flowing to your head. It wasn’t enough to knock you off balance but enough to loosen you up a little bit.

“I just might.” You said, your resolve hitting you.

JJ smiled at you as you went outside to where Spencer sat. One. Two. One. Two. You counted your steps, looking down at your feet as you felt the nerves threatening to come back up. Where was the confidence you felt a minute ago? You could do this.

Just when you were about to open your mouth, Henry spotted you and came running up to hold your leg.

“Y/N!” He yelled, looking up at you.

In the second you paused to gain your balance and look down at Henry, you looked back up to see Spencer talking to the guy that winked at your camera in the beginning of the wedding. They seemed to be talking about something serious so you gave up and decided to dance with Henry.

“Hey buddy, will you dance with me?” You asked Henry, who was still clinging to your leg. You took your camera from it’s resting place on your chest and placed it in your shoulder bag.

Henry nodded his head and the two of you went out to the dance floor, him holding onto your hands and swaying off tempo. You were looking at Henry, who occasionally let go of your hand to push the hair out of his face, and sneaking glances at Spencer, who was starting to look deflated in his conversation. You wondered what he was talking about that made him deflate at a wedding.

“Mind if I cut in?” Will’s voice shook you out of your wandering thoughts about Spencer.

“Of course. I’m sure you guys should have a family dance.” You said, stepping away.

“I wanted to dance with you, not him.” Will chuckled.

Henry ran over to his mom, who was at the snack table with Spencer, while you and will had a dance. You didn’t even notice Spencer get up and move.

“This is beautiful.” You said, looking around. You noticed the air get a little chilly but you were still moving so it didn’t bother you.

“It really came together in time.” Will chuckled, knowing how much of a hassle it was to pull everything together.

“No thanks to you, of course.” You smiled.

Over Will’s shoulder, you could see JJ and Spencer still talking. They looked so light and fun. You wondered what they were talking about. You couldn’t see JJ’s face but Spencer was looking up at the stars until he wasn’t. Suddenly, he was making eye contact with you.

You felt your face grow hot as you looked away, Will’s voice calling you back from your thoughts.

“You should go talk to him. You’ll enjoy his… Quirks.” Will chuckled, continuing to sway with you.

“Quirks, huh? He’s that bad? Maybe I shouldn’t go for it…” You said, thinking about how your previous experiences with guys with quirks landed you more single than an amoeba.

“I think you would like him. He knows a lot about… Well everything.” He said as the song came to an end.

“Well, I’ll see. I want to get more shots of you, JJ and Henry dancing together.” You said, grabbing your camera out of your shoulder bag and taking a few steps back to capture Will smiling.

Click. Click.

You checked the images and were satisfied enough to move on… Almost.

“Can I borrow that?” Will asked, pointing to your camera.

“For what?” You asked, genuinely curious what he could use it for at his own wedding when he literally paid you to take care of photos.

“I want to show JJ how I see her, with the help of your camera.” Will said, dreamily as the two of you stared at JJ and Henry dancing together.

“Okay… I don’t know what I’ll do now, though.” You nervously chuckled.

It was a little bit deflating to give up your camera. You really wanted a reason to talk to Spencer and you typically used taking pictures of someone as an excuse to actually talk to them. Without your camera, how are you supposed to do that?

“Here, I’ll be your wingman.” Will nudged you before you could realize that Spencer was walking toward the two of you.

Before you had time to react, Will put the camera up to his face and started taking pictures.

“This is harder than I expected…” Will muttered, watching you smile.

“What’s hard?” Spencer asked, standing arms length away from you.

The three of you stood in a triangle, staring at each other for a moment. You felt naked and defenseless against the situation without your camera. Will was trying to understand it before he went over to JJ.

“You know, the first photo of a person was an accident. So by taking pictures of me, you’re doing more than the first technical portrait photographer was doing, in terms of effort and intention. The art of photography really is a numbers game, if you think about it. Along the x and y-axis, you’re attempting to capture a moment of time on a plane of existence that is completely irrelevant to the numbers related to the…”

“Spence.” JJ said, seemingly coming out of nowhere. She smiled and shook her head as if the two of them went through that routine normally.

“Related to the plane of imagery.” You mumbled, knowing you heard that from somewhere but not sure where.

Will, JJ, and Spencer all heard you finish Spencer’s sentence, although it was natural.

“You listened to my ted talk.” Spencer said, smiling.

“That was you?” You asked, meeting Spencer’s eyes. They looked so pretty up close, when the light hit them a certain way.

“Yes! It was supposed to be a regular lecture but they were trying a new format and wanted to know if I would be willing to do it that way. I didn’t mind but it was hard to…” Spencer trailed off when he looked over at JJ.

“Will, I think we should let them work out the logistics of...cameras… While you and I hang out with Henry. The night seems to be winding down. I think there’s one song left before Rossi kicks us out.” JJ chuckled.

Spencer shifted on his feet as JJ, Will, and your camera went to the dance floor, where Henry was talking to Emily.

“Your name is Spencer, right?” You asked, rocking on the heels of your shoes.

“Dr. Spencer Reid.” He said, looking at you with a small smile.

“Oh. You’re a doctor…” You said, trying to figure out how old he was.

“I’m not that old, no. I was accelerated in my learning as a child so I finished everything earlier than expected.” He said, seemingly reading into what you were thinking.

There was an awkward silence that fell between the two of you. You wanted to fill it so badly but you didn’t want to actually think about what to fill it with. You spent yet another night pining over a boy who wasn’t going to have any interest in you, just like every other wedding you go to.

“So… How about those stars…” You chuckled.

“Do you think… Maybe... Would you be interested in dancing with me?” Spencer was stumbling over his words as the last song of the night came on through the speakers. One of your favorite songs…

“Finally.” You breathed out before realizing what you said. “I mean yes, I would love to dance with you.”

Leading you out to the empty makeshift dance floor, the music played softly in the background as Spencer slipped his hand around your waist.

“Garcia said you would be someone nice to know.” Spencer said, swaying with you.

“I beg to differ but I guess I shouldn’t say those things to cute boys.”

It was different from dancing with Will. Dancing with Will was wasting time, just doing something to do it. Dancing with Spencer had a little purpose. The last song of the night wasn’t even slow but you and Spencer were the last ones on the dancefloor, just swaying in tune with one another. It was relaxing, if not excessively calming.

“You think I’m cute?” Spencer asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

“You don’t?” You followed up, genuinely confused at how he didn’t see it.

“Well the term ‘cute’ cannot be scientifically described although the golden ratio is believed to…” Spencer squinted at something past your head, causing you to turn around.

Behind the glassdoor of the house was the BAU, watching you and Spencer dance. As soon as they realized you were turning around, they all pretended to be talking to one another. It was a pretty bad attempt.

“Do they always watch you do stuff like this?” You turned back to Spencer and he solemnly nodded.

“That’s weird.” You said, glancing over your shoulder again.

Half of the team was giving Spencer a thumbs up, including JJ.

“What if we got out of here?” Spencer said, looking down at you.

“Hmm?” You asked, looking at his eyes. You noticed they were warm and inviting, soft even.

“You and I could get out of here. Get coffee, maybe?” He smiled slightly. It looked a little forced but that could be because he was nervous.

“RIght now?” You asked, lifting your arm as he slowly spun you around.

“RIght now. If that’s okay with you. If not, that’s fine. I get it. It’s like…” Spencer was still going when you cut him off.

“Let’s get out of here.” You said, “I don’t want the night to end with a last dance like this.”

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jjmaybanksblog · 4 years

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Heather

Based on Heather by Conan Gray

Word count- 2126

Warnings: insecurities, angst towards the end, some body dysmorphia

Y/n: your name

Y/n/n: your nickname

Y/f/b: your favorite band

"I still remember, third of December me in your sweater."

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, pulling the long sleeves around your fists, clenching the fabric in your hands. JJ walked up behind you, easily wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to his body.

JJ grinned at your reflection, chuckling as he saw your face glow a light pink. He released you and plopped himself on his bed. "I've been saving up all year to buy you something for Christmas." He brought up, sending the butterflies on a rampage in your stomach.

"JJ I told you you don't need to get me anything."

You said it looked better on me, than it did you. Only if you knew how much I liked you.

JJ slapped the spot next to him, waiting for you to join him. You shuffled over to him and laid next to him, him arm resting underneath the crook of your neck, his finger tips playing with the ends of your hair.

"You know you look really cute in my sweater. It looks way better on you than me." He complimented you, making your heartbeat start to speed up. "Shut up." You easily got flustered at his kindness.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you relaxed into his touch. You have known JJ since kindergarten and have been best friends ever since you shared your animal crackers with him.

As years went by, you began to develop feelings for your fellow Pogue. It would start with you blushing whenever he complimented you. Then your heart would race whenever he would hold your hand or hug you. To staring at his lips wondering what they would feel like against yours.

But I watch your eyes, as she walks by. What a sight for sore eyes brighter than a blue sky. She's got you mesmerized, while I die.

Y/n enjoyed the free food Mr. Carrara gave out to the Pogues after Kie had begged him. No one had actually eaten an actual meal in the last week. You and JJ were currently throwing French fries into each others mouths, horribly missing.

JJ loaded a fry in his fingers about to throw it, only to catch the eyes of a beautiful girl who walked by them. His jaw just barely fell open, his eyes following the girl as she walked by. You turned around to see what he was looking at, only to feel your self confidence drop down about 50 levels.

"Wow." He whispered to himself. "Yeah... wow." You repeated, fiddling with your fingers. "I'll be right back y/n/n." And with that JJ got up, leaving you with the rest of your friends.

Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half, as pretty. You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester, but you like her better. Wish I were Heather

You and the Pogues decided to get together at John B's Chateau to just hang out. You were helping Pope set up the snacks in bowls and plates. Kie was setting up blankets and pillows on the floor. John B was stashing the bottles of alcohol in the fridge.

Everything was going beautifully until JJ walked into the house with the brunette girl under his arm. For a moment your heart stopped as you took in the sight of her wearing his sweater you wore earlier that day. "Guys, this is Heather. Heather this is John B, Kiara, Pope, and Y/N." JJ pointed out his friends to the new girl.

Heather grinned brightly, saying hello to everyone. The group collectively welcomed her, Kie's eyes quickly looking at you. "Excuse me, Pope." You flashed a fake grin before walking into the bathroom.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, your finger tips lightly skimming the features on your face. Running you hands through your hair, you remembered the image of the girl in your head. You compared yourself to her in everyway you could.

You noticed how big of a thigh gap she had, and how you didn't have one. How she had a waistline that one could be jealous of. You looked at your stomach, and although it was flat, your mind pictured fat rolls hanging out.

A soft knock drew you out of your thoughts. Without even realizing it, you were crying. You opened the door to see Kie with a concerned look on her face. "Oh baby." She mumbled, entering the bathroom, opening her arms to give you a hug. She was the first person you talked to when you realized you caught feelings for your best friend.

"I have no right to be jealous, Kie. I shouldn't feel like this, but I do and I hate it." You sobbed into her chest, hating yourself to getting to attached to him.

Watch as she stands with, her holding your hand. Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder.

Kie stood with you in the bathroom, helping you calm down before walking back out to the rest of the group. "Everything good?" John B asked, knowing that it wasn't by the sight of your red nose.

"Yeah, yeah Kie was just helping me with something." You lied, grabbing a beer, then sitting in a chair. You crossed your legs, swirling your drink in your hand. Taking a swig of the alcohol you locked your sight on the new couple.

Your harsh glare softened as you saw just how big JJ's smile was. You watched as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, intertwining their fingers together. Heather rested he head on his chest, JJ pecking her forehead.

Your heart clenched, tucking your body further into your sweatshirt, ignoring the cold breeze that shuffled through the air.

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel, but then again, kinda wish she were dead.

You stood up from your chair, walking past the couple and into the kitchen. You grabbed another beer, turning around only to bump into Heather.

"I am so sorry!" You quickly apologized, glad that your drink still had the cap on. "Oh my God, no it's okay!" She took a look at you, your insecurities starting to feel very visible. "This is totally random but you're literally so pretty! And I love your sweatshirt!" She complimented you, your eyes looking at your y/f/b sweatshirt.

"Oh thank you! I've loved this band since JJ introduced me to them." Heather grinned, her cheeks instantly turning pink at the sound of his name. "We should definitely hang out one day and listen to them together." She offered the idea. "Yeah! Yeah of course." You lied, handing her the drink she wanted.

You excused yourself outside, telling John B your mother had called you and you had to talk to her. You walked out into the cold, walking over to the hammock where you and JJ shared your first kiss.

It was freshman year of high school, the night of the homecoming dance. A boy named Kevin Richards asked you to be his date to the dance. You had gotten ready at John B's house since your house was being redone after a hurricane struck the OBX.

Dressed in a maroon silk dress with matching high heels, you waited for the boy to show up. All your friends asking if you wanted them to wait with you. You quickly shook your head, shooting them off to the dance.

Looking at the clock, 5 minutes turned into 10, 10 turned to 20, and 20 turned into an hour. You felt defeated, embarrassed, hurt, annoyed, and sad. Taking the heels off, you let out an angry shriek, throwing the heels out the door and into the backyard.

Meanwhile JJ was in his room, his ears perking up at the sound. Checking the clock, he thought you would've been at the dance by now. He walked into the living room, his eyes catching the outline of your silhouette sitting in the hammock.

He walked towards you, plopping himself in the seat next to you. "I thought you'd be at the dance by now." He said, watching you shift uncomfortably. "Kevin stood me up." You mumbled, picking the nail polish off of your finger nails.

JJ clenched his jaw in anger at your words. "It's his fucking loss. I swear I'm gonna fight him my foot is gonna go all the way up his ass. I'm so sorry, you look... you look beautiful y/n/n." You turned your head towards him to see him already looking at you.

He slowly leaned in, capturing your lips in his in a soft kiss. Your face quickly felt like it was on fire as he cupped the side of your face, stroking your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb.

You wanted to hate Heather. You wanted to despise her for being a horrible person, but in reality she was one of the sweetest people you've ever met, only frustrating you even more. You took a swig of your drink, the sound of footsteps coming up behind you.

As she walks by, what a sight for sore eyes. Brighter than a blue sky, she's got you mesmerized, while I die.

You lit a spare blunt JJ had hidden under the hammock pillow, inhaling the smoke before slowly relaxing. All you could think about was how happy he looked when he was with her. You wanted him to look at you like that, at one point you were convinced he looked at you like that.

But now things are different. And there was nothing you could do about it. You couldn't tell him how you felt, knowing how shitty that would be to put pressure on him. You don't want him to think you're making him pick. You just had to deal with it.

JJ appeared from behind you, making himself comfortable as he sat down next to you. "Why aren't you in there?" He asked, taking the blunt from your hand. "I got a call from my mom but then she just stressed me out so..." you lied, pointing to the weed.

He nodded his head, "so what do you think of Heather?" Your eyes widened as his sudden question. You bit your lip, holding in what you really wanted to say. "I think she's really lucky to have a guy like you. It's nice seeing you this happy" You smiled softly.

JJ pulled you into a tight hug, holding the blunt away from your hair. "You're the best." He grinned, pulling away. He handed you the blunt back, giving you a peck on your forehead before walking away.

Only he didn't walk all the way back inside. He could tell you were lying he knows you like the back of his hand. He could see your broken spirit through your eyes. He bit his tongue as he walked towards you again.

"You don't like her." He accused as he stood in front of you. You furrowed your eyebrows, coughing on the smoke. "I do, though."

"Then why do you look like you're about to cry? Hmm? Why did you disappear with Kie after I introduced her to you guys?" He asked, pacing back and forth.

Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half, as pretty. You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester, but you like her better. I wish I were Heather.

"I don't know what you expect me to say." You mumbled, standing up to face him. "The truth!" He raised his voice.

"You tell me the truth! Why did you kiss me the night of homecoming?" You yelled back, your arms crossing across your chest. He wrinkled his eyebrows together, "what?"

"Did you pity me? Did you feel guilty that I got stood up? Did you like me? Or did you just want to take my mind off things?" You integrated him. "What does that have to do with anything?" JJ was street smart, but sometimes completely oblivious.

"Because I don't understand why you would ever kiss me!" You started, JJ's stare immediately softening. "I'm not even half as pretty as Heather. She's... she's flawless. She has such a kind and good heart. And I hate that. I want to hate her but I can't." You admitted, biting your tongue.

"And seeing her walk in with the sweater I was wearing earlier today just felt like I was bitch slapped by the harsh truth. All I could think was, 'god, I wish I were Heather right now."

"It's just polyester y/n/n." His voice softened, stepping towards you. You instinctively backed away from him. "But you like her better..." you trailed off. He felt his heart shatter, watching and listening you admit these feelings.

JJ was left speechless, standing in his spot he didn't know what to say or do. "Goodnight, JJ." You mumbled before taking your alcohol and walking back inside.

Part 2 here

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billyspotato · 4 years

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also one where race comforts u about something (anything rlly) and j makes u feel better even if hes weird abt emotions.

A/N: Hope you like it.

Sad - Rafe Cameron

Words: 1.607 words

Type: Fluff

Warnings: English is not my first language, so sorry if I misspell anything. Kinda depressed reader. (GenderNeutral!Reader)

A/N: Gif’s not mine :)

You’ve been really stressed about school lately. All of your teachers, except for one, for no reason at all decided to schedule all of your tests in a space of two weeks. And unlike other people, you don’t work that well under pressure, or at least not extreme pressure. Which means that school is all that you’ve been thinking about lately.

Because of school, you couldn’t really hang out with your boyfriend, Rafe. But he understands, even after dropping out of college.

Now today, you’re way more upset and demotivated, and that’s because you just got the results of your first test, and let’s just say it didn’t even go that well.

You texted Rafe onde you received the email with the results and he took a while to answer, not really knowing what to say.

Once he texted back, he just asked if you wanted him to come over. You, not even hesitating, said yes.

It didn’t even take 10 minutes for Rafe to ring your doorbell, and you, while hugging your fluffy blanket, walked out of your bedroom while looking at the floor.

Once you pulled your door open, your eyes land on Rafe’s, making him lose his smile, and frown at the sight, probably from your swollen eyes. He took a step closer to you and open your door wide so he can come in completely.

While your eyes stay on Rafe, he steps closer and closer to you making your mental barrier (to not have a mental break down right in front of someone), slowly crumble. Your chin starts to slightly shake as your lips turn into a pout, making Rafe close the front door without taking his eyes out of you.

His hands cup your face, cooling down your warm cheeks, and a sob escapes your closed mouth making a tear slowly roll down your eye and land on his skin.

You move your face out of his hands and collide into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso and letting your blanket fall into the floor. You sob into Rafe’s black polo shirt and his hands slowly lay your shoulders before giving them a small squeeze.

The only thing that can be heard through your parents’ house is your sobs echoing through the white walls of the hallway that held various expensive pieces of art.

“I don’t know what I did wrong” You whisper into his shirt before letting out another sob.

His hand moves lower to your back and the other one over to the back of your head, holding you but not giving you an answer.

Rafe lets you cry into his chest as his hands moved slowly, as his way to show you comfort and that he’s there for you, but his face held a serious expression, a thoughtful one, even.

Rafe doesn’t know what to do. Before dating you, he never had to look for comfort in anyone or, even, comfort someone. The first time he broke down in front of you, you knew exactly what to do. You hugged him close to your chest and told him many times that things will get better and you won’t leave him if they don’t. He was in shock when you did it but welcomed your soft and sweet touch as he did what you told him to, let it all out.

Now, he doesn’t know what to do. People say actions speak louder than words, but he feels like hugging you is a very cheap action. It probably doesn’t even feel as comforting as when you did it to him.

Your voice plays in his mind as he gets too deep in thought: ‘You’re overthinking’ and he forces his way out of that trance.

“Let’s go to your room” He whispers into the top of your head.

You nod into his chest and quickly grab your blanket from the floor when pulling away. Once you two start walking, you grab Rafe’s hand and lay your head on his arm as he practically led you to your room.

Your eyes catch the sight of your bed and you let him go before walking and laying down on it.

Your urge to cry is way smaller than it was before but all you could think about was still that stupid test and its result.

Rafe lays down next to you and you quickly move closer to him.

“Do you want to watch any shows… Or maybe a movie?” Rafe asks in a whisper as you lay your head on his shoulder.

You shrug, completely silent, making him almost tense up. Did he just fuck up? Was he not supposed to ask that? What if you think that he doesn’t care about you being sad?

He stops his body from tensing up to prevent you from sensing it and turns on your TV. He quickly clicks on Netflix and searches for your favorite animated/Disney movie. And once he finds it, he quickly plays it as his way to show you that he cares, once more.

As the song of the entrance starts, your eyes lift from Rafe’s polo shirt to the screen, making a small smile appear on your lips. Rafe, since he can’t see your expression from his position, just continues to fill his mind with questions.

But that, thankfully, only lasted until he stopped hearing your sniffles.

He relaxes and lets out the breath he didn’t even know he was holding and lays his hand over your head, playing it your hair, but careful not to hurt you.

As one of the first songs starts, he feels you hitting your finger lightly over his chest at the rhythm, making his lips curve slightly. He then turns his head and plants a kiss on your forehead, making you take your eyes off the screen and look over at him.

Your eyes are still swollen but your expression is now softer, and you even had a small smile. He pecks your lips quickly and when he pulls away, you close your eyes and snuggle into his neck.

(…)

After the movie/your distraction ended, making your dark and deep thoughts come back, your heart sped up once more and your eyes slightly watered at the idea of all your tests coming back with the same negative grade.

Rafe cuddled you until you fell asleep and he knew that it wouldn’t take long for you to wake up once more. So, he quickly got up and grabbed his phone, unlocking it and dialing his sisters’ number.

“What do you want?” Sarah asks with an annoyed tone.

“I need your help,” He says while stepping out of the bedroom.

“What did you do now?”

“Nothing. It’s Y/N” He answers while running his fingers through his hair.

Rafe quickly explained everything to his least favorite sister and she sighed once he was done.

“Okay, Uhm…” Sarah starts, “I’ll send you a text of what might help Y/N, but- Don’t be mad if it doesn’t work, it just works on me and some girls. It might not work on Y/N”

“Okay, be quick” He answers before ending the call.

While Rafe waited for his sister’s text, he looked back inside your bedroom to take a look at your sleeping form. His phone soon vibrates, and he looks over to find the list over text from Sarah.

Rafe quickly runs down the hallway and grabs a spare key of the house before running out.

(…)

You sit up on the bed as your eyes open and don’t see your boyfriend. You quickly check the time, fearing that it was already pretty late, and you left him awake for hours until his boredom, but it’s only been half an hour.

The front door opens, and you frown while looking at the open door of your bedroom. Have your parents come back early?

Rafe quickly comes into view as he steps back in the bedroom and for an unknown reason, he is holding two grocery bags.

“You’re awake” He comments, making you smile slightly.

“I am, where were you?”

“Sarah send me a list of things that can help you feel better” He starts while walking over to the bed with the two bags, “She didn’t specify any kind of chocolate or chips or even pizza, so…” He says before turning the bags upside down, “I bought most of them, or- Well, some that I think you would like”

Various types of snacks fall onto your bed and you open your mouth in shock. He had bought various types of chocolate, chips, cookies and even cake.

“Rafe…” You say in a soft tone while looking up from your bed to him, “Are you crazy?”

Rafe looks down at the number of snacks and starts to think.

Your heart quickly squeezes at the sight of him overthinking and you sit up on your knees, cupping his face to make him look over to you.

“Is it too much?” He asks in a whisper.

“A little,” You say with a smile, “But it’s perfect”

Rafe’s expression becomes softer and you pull him to you so you can kiss him. You peck his lips various times before giving him an actual kiss, making him smile into your lips.

“Thank you for everything today. I love you” You whisper to him with a serious expression while rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks.

“I love you more,” He says before kissing you again, wrapping his arms around your hips.

You pull away to look over at your bed again, “I’ll need help with this, though”

“That won’t be hard at all”

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This is probably one of the fluffiest things I’ve ever written, ngl...

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sestra-inestro · 4 years

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Just A Really Big Mistake (2/?)

Jane the Virgin!AU

Pairings: Detective!Steve Rogers x Fem!reader, Hotel Owner!Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: You find out about your pregnancy and it causes some serious stress among your family and brings back some past issues.

Warnings: wearing, cheating, accidental insemination, mention of smut. Angst, talks of abortion, abandonment issues, talks of abandonment and absent parents.

A/N: I stayed up real late to deliver this one to you because I really enjoyed writing this one. Sweet idea from @whatcouldgowrong-ohthat who will be my rock during this fic. Enjoy this sweetness.

Bucky held the small piece of paper in his shaky hands. The small words on it confused him to no end and Natasha’s smile confused him more.

“I might be a father?” Bucky asked her, his mouth hung open.

“I used your sample baby.” Natasha’s grin matched the gleam in her eyes as she rubbed over his thigh.

“You what?” He couldn’t control the anger in his voice as he asked her. “Without telling me?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise. To be romantic.” Her smile didn’t let up.

“But you...” Bucky couldn’t even find the words to respond to her.

His plans to ask her for a divorce now had a wedge in them. The fact that she used his sperm without him knowing, just to hold something else to hold over him angered him.

He glared down at the dinner she made him. Everything was all a setup and he couldn’t do anything but just wait. All he ever wanted was to have a family. His own children and his own family to call his. He couldn’t see himself being with Natasha anymore, but now after she used his only sample before the surgery for cancer, he had no choice.

Without saying a word, Bucky stood from the table. Natasha watched the pain etch onto his face as he left the dining room. He left to their bedroom without a word to her. He was upset, but in Natasha’s head, this is what would keep them together.

It had been 15 days since you had been to the doctors, and in the last couple of days you had been waking up nauseous and weak.

You sat on the bus with May on your way to the mall, you carried a water bottle with you to try and keep you refreshed and wake you up.

As you took in a deep breath another wave of nausea came over you. You untwist the bottle and take a drink, trying to ease yourself.

May noticed you’re uncomfortable and shifted in your seat.

“Are you okay, honey?” May put a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, just feeling a little nauseous is all.” You assured her.

May frowns. “Maybe We should get you some Pepto-Bismol while we are there.”

You nodded in agreement and went back to looking out the window. The bus came to a stop and two elderly nuns got on board.

You looked around seeing that most seats were full and you and May were in the curiosity seats.

“C’mon. Let’s get up.” You nudge May.

“But you’re feeling sick.” May tries to keep you seated.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll be fine.” You said before standing up.

As soon as you step out into the isles, you feel a dizzy spell come over you from the back of your head and your chest fills with pressure. You sway as you try to stay upright but then nausea came again.

May saw you sway and before she could say your name, you dropped to the floor.

“Oh my god, June!” May kneels over you, pulling you into a recovery position while people alerted the bus driver.

You woke up again and you were in the emergency room.

You frown and groan as you sit up.

“Hey, there take it easy.” May was at your side as soon as you opened your eyes.

“What happened?” You asked her.

“You fainted on the bus.” May said, rubbing the back of your hand. “I think you’re a little sick, my love.” She gave you a sweet smile.

“Maybe a little.”

“Alright, I’ve got news.” A doctor pulled back the privacy curtain. “Oh, you’re awake. Hello, I’m Dr Banner.”

“Hi, Dr Banner.” You said as you slowly sat up in the bed.

“So we tested your urine and your bloods. Your nausea and fainting spells are not random. Congratulations, you’re pregnant.”

“What?” Both you And May say at the same time.

“That’s not right.” May says.

“Yeah, there’s no way I’m pregnant. I’m a virgin.” You tell him.

Dr Banner pauses at your words. “Maybe We should have this conversation in private, June.”

“Oh my god, June.” You look up at May who had a cheeky smile on her face. “Did you and Steve...?”

“No, we did not.” you held up your hand. “There’s no need to talk in private, because I’m not pregnant.”

“Okay. False positives are frequent but false negatives are very rare.” Dr Banner tries to tell you.

“Well, then you better take another test because if my daughter says she’s a virgin then she’s a freaking virgin.” May began to fume.

Dr Banner held up his hands. “Okay, alright. We will take another test.”

Dr Banner fetched you a cup of water and waited for you to bring back your urine.

He held the pregnancy strip in front of you and dipped it into your pee cup. “Pink means pregnant.”

He pulled out the strip, and believe it or not, the tip was pink.

You and May stared at it in awe. “But I’ve never had sex!”

Bucky and Natasha sit in front of Becca in her office in silence.

“Just say it. I’m not pregnant.” Nat said.

Becca clasped her hands together in front of her mouth and nodded. “No. No, you are not pregnant. I’m very sorry.”

Bucky sighed in relief, but his hope also diminished inside of him. “It’s alright, Bec it’s not your fault.”

“No, but you see it kinda is.” Becca shrugged.

Both Bucky and Nat frowned at her. They took in her appearance. She looked very stressed and she held herself as if she was now just letting it roll away from her.

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked her.

“Well,” Becca shifted in her chair. “Two weeks ago when I walked in on Allison with her...” she rolled her eyes and trailed off. “It doesn’t matter, it was two weeks ago. I accidentally inseminated a woman with your specimen.”

Bucky’s and Nat’s eyebrows shot up at her words. “You wh-insemin-“ Nat stuttered over her words and Bucky sat in shock.

“Yep. I did that.” Becca opened her hands and took her responsibility. “I did it and frankly I cannot reverse it.”

A knock came at the door of her office. A nurse pushed it open and looked at Becca.

“She’s here.”

Becca looked at Bucky and Nat, giving them a tight-lipped smile and pushed herself off the chair. “Excuse me.”

She walked out of the office, leaving Bucky and Nat to thinking about the predicament.

Becca stood in front of the room you were currently sitting inside and took a deep breath.

You sat inside with May standing next to you. You could feel the stress building in your stomach when May suddenly burst out. “I slept with Happy last month.”

“What?” You whip your head around to look at her. “Why are you telling me this now?”

“What if yours some sort of religious messiah? I can’t lie to a religious messiah!”

“I’m not even religious May, or a messiah. Just stop.”

May shifted in her spot when the door opened, Dr Alver stepped into the room.

“Oh thank god. Dr Alver thank you for seeing me.” Becca closed the door and sat down as she listened to you explain. “It’s the craziest thing happening. All these pregnancy tests keep coming back positive. There’s gotta be some sort of reason right? Like a hormonal thing or...”

“There is a reason.” Becca nodded to you, staying very calm. “And that reason would be that I accidentally inseminated you two weeks ago.”

You and May stared at her, dumbfounded. “What?”

“It was a mistake. I made a mistake. There’s usually only a 20% that it takes so I thought you would never know, but apparently that wasn’t the case.”

You stared at her in shock as May began to lay into her about her professionalism and her medical license.

Your worst fear has come true. You have an unplanned pregnancy on your hands. You tried all these years to keep your flower pure and white as you sorted out your life but now your whole life has been turned upside down.

“Ms Parker.” Becca brought your attention back to her. “You are under no obligation to keep the baby or get rid of it. And you obviously do not have to make contact but the father does know.”

The mention of the father made you sad. “Oh my god. The father.”

Those words almost brought tears to your eyes.

“I have to go. I need to leave.”

“Ms Parker.” Becca tried to get you to talk but May stopped her.

“No! No, this is bullshit!” May pointed at her.

You left her to defend herself against May as you walked out of the doctor’s clinic.

You felt your petals crumpling and turning brown with every step you took. What the hell were you going to do? What were you going to tell Steve?

You stood in the street and panted as you panic.

You have a baby growing inside you and you don’t know what to do with it, and this is exactly what you were trying to avoid. You weren’t ready to have a baby, to be responsible for another human being and to have a baby stretch your body. You were too young to have a mom-bod.

“June.” Mays voice came from behind you and her hands were on your shoulders. “June it’s okay to be okay.”

“No it’s not. None of this is going to be okay, May.” Tears filled your eyes as you looked at May. “I have someone else’s child in me and I don’t even know him. I’m only twenty-three and I still live at home. I’m in school and I’m a waitress at a hotel, how the hell am I supposed to have a baby?”

You sobbed as May pulled you into her arms. Too many emotions swelled in your chest and stomach right now that you couldn’t even stop yourself from crying into her shoulder.

“You’re not alone in this, Junie. And this is in no way your fault. It’s that stupid doctor’s fault and we are gonna sue.” May reassured you as she rubbed your back.

A couple walking passed the clinic and saw you crying into May’s arms, watching you with confused looks.

“What are you looking at motherfuckers?” May snapped at them, causing them to look away and walk away quickly.

“May, stop.” You pulled away from her and laughed at her antics.

You wiped at your eyes and let out a watery sigh. “I’m a mess.”

“You’re allowed to be.” May rubbed your arms. “That doctor also gave me a pill to give you.” May rolled her eyes as she said doctor and handed you a pill bottle. “If you decide not to keep the baby, then you take those.”

You looked at the little brown bottle that would end the little life starting building in your womb.

You can’t think straight, this was all too much information in under an hour.

“It’s okay, take time to think about it. It’s a lot.” May patted your hand with the bottle.

“Thank you, May.” You looked at her with an appreciative smile. “For everything.”

“Anything for you.” May might not be your biological mother, but she meant so much more than any real parent of yours would be.

“I love you.” You pulled her into another hug.

“Aw, I love you too, my baby.” May smiled and kiss your hair. “Now you gotta get ready for your anniversary dinner with Steve tonight.”

“What about the Mall?” You asked her.

“Honey, the Mall was forgotten about seven bouts of bad news ago.” She wrapped her arm around you and you both made your way down the street to the bus stop.

Steve was pacing around and continuously fussing about with the dinner setting. Tonight had to be absolutely perfect of wanted it all to work out.

He was fiddling with the placement of dining wear when the front doorbell rang.

He frowned and made his way over to the door, opening to reveal you.

“June.” Steve frowns and looks at his watch. “You’re a bit early.” He steps aside to let you in.

“I hope that’s okay.” You lean up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. “Today has just been...” You wave your hand around as you try to find the words. “All kinds of crazy.”

“No that’s completely fine.” Steve assures you, walking into the house and watching you take your jacket off.

He felt the ring box in his pocket, he saw you. He was in love with you and there was no changing that, ever. He will still wait forever if he has to, but he wants to call you his wife.

Better now than never.

Steve took the ring box out of his pocket. “I really need all of this to be perfect for you, Junie.”

You huff in amusement as you still fiddled with your jacket, not looking at him. “Today has been far from perfect.”

“Well, baby.” Steve got down on his knee as you turned around to face him.

“Oh, god.” You say as you see him on his knee with the box in his hand. “Steve...” you tried before he could say anything.

“June, there’s been so many things in my life that I haven’t been sure about. But I know that I am definitely sure about you.”

“Steve, please...”

“I’m in love with you, June. I’m not doing this just because I want sex. Though I do want to have sex with you. But I want you completely. June, will you-“ you cut him off quickly.

“I’m pregnant.” You blurt out.

Steve blinks and his posture falters for a second. “What?”

You sat at the dining table as Steve paced back and forth.

“So let me get this straight.” He placed a finger in the table and a hand on his hip. “She just inseminated you without checking your file?”

“I don’t know, Steve. All I remember is her crying. She could barely hold it together.” You shrugged.

“June, that doesn’t matter. You’re now pregnant because she was sad.” Steve raised his voice.

“I know, Steve. I am the one that’s pregnant you don’t need to yell at me.” You glared at him and looked back down at your hands.

Steve sighed and sat down across from you. His shoulders sagged and he put his head in his hands. “I know. I’m sorry.” He lifted his head to look at you, grasping your hands in his and making you look up at him. “I’m not angry at you, I’m sorry. I’m annoyed at the doctor.”

“I know.” You sighed.

“So what’s happening right now?” Steve asks.

You shake your head as you run through your options. “I have no idea.”

The doorbell rang through the house. Steve’s shoulders sagged more. “I invited both our families. I was sure you would say yes.”

You caress his hands and give him an apologetic look.

“Can we at least pretend you did, just for now?” Steve asks, trying to hide his stress.

“Of course.” You say.

Steve stands and pulls you up with him. “Thank you.”

You give him a sweet smile. “You know, under different circumstances, I would’ve said yes.”

Steve smiles down at you. “I know.” He says and rests his forehead against yours.

The doorbell rang again followed by a knock.

“Alright, we can do this.” Steve said.

“We can do this.” You nodded. You pulled him down to a kiss before letting him go to the door.

This was going to be a tough strain on your relationship.

The party went as well as it could. Steve disappeared from you at some points, but that was to be expected. May, Pepper, and Peter came to congratulate you and hug you, as well as Steve’s family.

If you had said yes, this would’ve been the time of your life. But with the pregnancy fresh in the back of your mind and now the trouble with Steve weighing on you, you found it hard to enjoy the party. It was all fake.

And you couldn’t even drink the stress away. You took a sip of wine before spitting it back into the glass, but the thought of drinking the wine anyway did cross your mind. This wasn’t your baby and you didn’t want this at all. It wasn’t even a mistake you had made.

You considered drinking the alcohol before deciding to tip it out and stick with juice.

At the end of the night, you kissed Steve and his family goodnight and you were taken home.

As you got ready for bed in the bathroom, Pepper snuck into your room to congratulate you again when she spotted the bottle of pills. Abortion pills. Pepper lifts the bottle closer to her face.

The idea of you pregnant settles in her mind and she lets her body to sit on your bed. Everything she had warned you about as a child has been to avoid exactly this.

She didn’t want you to end up like your mother, who dumped you on your father’s doorstep and left before he could open the door. The same man who ran straight to his ex-girlfriend for advice after his parents made him have a DNA test and kicked him out. Pepper had let him stay with her while he sorted out what to do, she watched as he spiraled and declared himself unfit to raise a little girl on his own before running off himself.

May was the only one with a stable income and had also taken in Peter after his parents died. Pepper cane around frequently to help her raise two children at once, ones that weren’t even there’s.

You walked into your bedroom to see Pepper on your bed, holding the pills.

“Were you planning on telling me anytime soon, or were you just going to get rid of it before I found out.” Pepper asked you in a low voice, not moving from your bed.

“No, Pepper. This is all just a big mistake.” You tried to explain it to her.

“You know, your father felt the same about you too.” She said, placing the pills back on your bedside table and stood from your bed.

“Pep, this is different.” You say.

“How is this different? Because you and Steve are now engaged because you’re in trouble?”

“We aren’t actually engaged.” You mumble and Pepper raised her eyebrows, ready to lay into you.

“No, Pepper, please listen.” You held up your hands before she could open your mouth.

Pepper arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms, waiting for you to talk.

“I was accidentally inseminated.” You start.

“You were what?!” Pepper screeched.

“She got me confused with another woman and put a piece of another man inside me.” You explained to her.

Peppers face softened and hardened at the same time.

“How on earth does she get you confused?! She put a another man’s baby in you!”

“I know. We only found out just hours ago, and I’m still trying to figure out how to deal with it.”

Pepper puts a hand to her forehead and sighs at the news. “Do you know this man?”

You shook your head.

Pepper watched as your body sagged with visible tiredness. You were leaning against the doorway, barely able to stand and you were clearly stressed by everything.

“Oh, June.” Pepper steps forward and brings you into her arms.

You hug her and start to cry again. You really needed to comfort from both of them right now, because even with this new life inside of you, you’ve never felt so isolated.

“I did everything all my life to make sure that this wouldn’t happen. I followed your rules. But now I’m so scared, Pepper.” You sobbed.

“Shh, baby. I know.” Pepper brushes your hair back and kisses your forehead. “I know this is scary, but you will get through this. You’re not alone.”

“I know.” You hugged her tighter. “Thank you, Pep.”

Pepper pulls back and takes your cheeks in her hands.

“You’re very welcome, my sweet.” She sighs before moving her hands to your shoulders. “But I think you should hold off on the termination. Just for now. It’s only day one after all.”

You look up at her and nod. “Of course.”

Pepper gives you another smile before kissing your forehead again. “Get some sleep, babe.”

“Goodnight.” You say before she leaves.

As soon as you tuck yourself into bed, you’re exhaustion caught up with you and as soon as your head hit your pillow, you were out like a light.

Over the next few days, Steve put nose into his work and you worked on figuring out a way to work with your pregnancy.

While at work, one of your managers told you that the owner of the hotel wanted to speak to you.

Chills ran down your spine you remember the last time you spoke to him.

You called him a jerk. Within reason, because he thought you were a stripper. But still, he was your boss. As if you needed more stress right now, now he was about to make your life a living hell.

He was in a small paradise tent near the pool, standing and looking over the pool.

“Mr Barnes?” Your voice was small as you said his name.

He turned at the sound of your voice, and a smile graced his face. “June.”

He approached you with a much better attitude than you anticipated. “Hey, June.”

You gave him a hesitant smile before responding. “Hi. Look before you do anything.” You cleared your throat. “I just wanna apologise for calling you a jerk that night. I mean, you can kinda understand why, but none the less I shouldn’t have done it and I’m really sorry.”

“Oh, please. No need to apologise I was out of line.” He reassured you and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“Thank you.” You have him a rested smile.

“Please,” he stepped aside and offered for you to sit down at the table. “Join me for a second.”

“Um, sure.” You entered the open tent and took a seat. In front of you was a glass of orange juice.

“I know this is very sudden, but I just wanted to make sure that you were okay and comfortable.” Bucky said as he sat down.

You frowned at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Bucky looked at you and took a deep breath. “I am the father.” He said lowly.

You raised your eyebrows for what felt like the millionth time in the past two weeks. “You’re the father?”

“Yeah.” Bucky his lip. “That was my sperm.”

“Oh my god.” You said in shock.

“I know this is all very confusing and, as I can imagine, full-on. But I felt an obligation to make sure that you were okay.” He looked at you with worried eyes.

You observed his face as he looked at you. His big, silvery blue eye looked at you with such pure concern that you didn’t know what to think.

“I-I don’t know wha- I mean-“ you stumbled over your words and Bucky held up his hand.

“It’s alright. I can’t imagine how much news you’ve been given lately.”

“I am so sorry.” You spat out.

“You’re sorry?” Bucky asked you.

“Yes, Mr Barnes. I-“

“Please, call me Bucky.” He told you.

“Bucky.” You nodded. “I mean, this is your baby that is supposed to be in your wife and I insulted you just weeks ago and now I have your kids and this is all just so much.” You rambled.

Bucky could see that you were spiraling and starting to panic. He got up from his seat and kneeled down next to you, picking up your glass of orange juice and handing it to you.

“This is not your fault.” He reassured you. “All of this was just a really big mistake.”

Bucky spoke as you downed your orange juice.

You breathed as you swallowed the last bit and placed the glass back down.

“That’s really good juice.” You said with a little laugh as you wiped your mouth.

“Yeah. I had it freshly squeezed when I saw that you order it with your lunch every day.”

You looked at him with a raised brow.

“I wanted to make sure you were at least a little comfortable when I told you.” He gestured to the jug of juice next to it. “This was the best I could do without invading your privacy.”

You gave him a smile of appreciation. “Thank you, Mr Barnes.”

“Bucky.” He winked at you.

“Bucky.”

You both sat and talked for a while, looking out at the pool and easing your nerves and feeling a lot better than you have since what felt like forever.

“If you don’t mind me asking.” You said to him. “What made you freeze your sperm?”

Bucky sighed. “Two years ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had to undergo surgery that would compromise my ability to have kids. I’ve always wanted a family of my own so I froze it.” He explained.

You grew a wave of sympathy for him. “Wow. I’m so sorry about that.”

“Yeah.” He looked at the ground and played with his fingers. “The surgery got rid of it and did its job. I just didn’t expect my wife to go unfreeze it without telling me.”

“You didn’t know?” You frowned at him.

He shook his head. “Nope. But, you know, nonetheless, I still want kids.”

“And this was your only chance.” You finished the story in your head.

Bucky only nodded. Now you felt super guilty.

You had really been considering your options about this baby, but now it killed you to know that the only shot of Bucky having a family is inside of you right now.

“I think we need to discuss some sort of arrangement.” You said, making him look up.

Steve was working hard to identify the red-headed woman that Sam Wilson, a possible buyer from a major drug cartel, Hydra, had been sleeping with in the recent days.

Pictures of the woman were strewn across his desk as he rubbed at the tension headache delaying him.

Hearing wolf whistles, Steve lifted his head to see you, graced in a beautiful dress and a smile, making your way towards him.

“June.” He stood from his desk. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m going to keep the baby.” You said as you reached him.

Steve frowned at your words.

“I’m going to keep the baby and when it’s born, I’ll give it to it’s parents.” You continued.

“You found out who the father is?” Steve questioned you.

You nodded. “It was his one shot at having kids and I don’t have the heart to take that away from him and his wife.”

Steve breathed out a sigh of relief as you said ‘wife’.

You chuckled at his action and stepped forward, resting a hand on his chest.

“I know this is going to be tough. But I’m still very much in love with you.” Steve reaches to touch your hand and squeezed it at your words.

“And I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather have by my side.”

You lifted the ring box that he gave you the night he tried to propose.

“But what about your timeline?” He lifted his eyes to look at you with hope.

You smirked at him. “I think I forgot about that timeline an ‘accidental insemination’ ago.” Steve huffed out a laugh.

He was so happy to see you and to see you so much better than when he did that night.

“So, Steve Rogers...” you began. “Will you marry me?”

“Fuck yes.” Steve lifted you by the waist and pressed his lips against yours. The whole precinct cheered as you kissed.

You poured your heart and soul into the kiss.

When he finally pulled away, he took the ring out of the box and threw it on his desk. Pushing the ring onto your finger, he rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You pulled him into another kiss.

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stories-sometimes · 4 years

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I’ve Made A Huge Mistake {9/?}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: Violence in later chapters, manipulation, age gap, smut

Word Count: 1565

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Beck was fuming, he’d actually liked Peter, but he was too focused on his plan. Nothing was going to get in his way. He stormed back into the hotel room. She’d be heartbroken when she found out, he hadn’t anticipated that and now had to rewrite much of his meticulous plan.

“Hey, what’s happened?” She asked as he slammed the door behind him. He froze, trying to think of a plausible excuse outside of ‘I just killed your best friend’.

“There’s another.” He lied.

“What?”

“There’s another elemental, in London”

“I thought the one in Prague was the final one, you said that was the last one.”

“It was the last one on my planet, it was the one that destroyed my home. I didn’t get a chance to see it.” Beck replied, fuelling all his current anger into this bullshit story.

“We should call Peter, you’ll need his help.” He clenched his jaw at the mention of the younger man. “I can’t get through to him, but you should try.”

“We don’t need to call him, he’s going back to New York.”

“He’ll come back straight away.” She tried to reason.

“Just forget about him.” Beck snapped, grabbing her upper arm and pushing her against the wall. She gasped in shock. This pushed Beck out of his head, switching back into the persona he’d so carefully formed. “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed about another elemental.” He whispered, trailing his hands down from her arm to her waist. “I can’t lose you again.” Beck faked a sob. And just as he’d hoped, her sympathetic side came out, reaching her hand out to the top of his neck, soothingly stroking over the base of his scalp.

“Don’t worry, I understand. I’m not going anywhere.” He cupped her face.

“Promise me.” He pleaded convincingly. Part of him was being honest, as much as she was another part of his plan, but he was growing accustomed to having her around. He looked forward to seeing her, she brought a certain sense of comfort with her. Gently, Beck ran his finger along her bottom lip.

“I promise, relax.” She reassured him. Still, he looked worried. “I can help you relax.” She suggested.

“Oh really, how are you gonna do that?” Gently, Beck ran his thumb along her bottom lip, dragging it down. She took it in her mouth, sucking on it gently, maintaining eye contact with Beck. “That all you gonna do?” He teased, she playfully hit him in the chest in response.

“Give me a second.” She said before dropping to her knees, slowly unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans and dragging them down. His dick, already hard, slapped against his stomach. She darted her tongue, tracing it over his head. She took his dick in her mouth, slowly moving forward. Instantly, he weaved his hands into her hair, guiding her further down. He groaned as he heard her gag. When she pushed her hands on his thighs he let her off. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” She nodded, catching her breathe, “Sorry, I don’t really know what to do.”

“Hey, don’t apologise. You have done this before.”

“Kinda, he came as soon as I put my mouth on him, so I don’t really think it counts.”

“You want me to guide you through it?”

“Yes sir.” She looked up at him pleadingly, her face far too innocent for what she was about to do. Just how Beck liked it.

“Open your mouth,” She obeyed immediately, “Relax your throat, and let me do the work.” He pushed back into her mouth, letting out a loud moan. “That’s good baby.” He felt her moan around him at the praise. “You like that, hearing me tell you how good you feel. How fucking gorgeous you look wrapped around my cock.” He relished in the control he had over her. Quickly, he began to thrust harder, getting deeper. He kept his hands on her head, moving her as he wished. The pressure built up as he made her gag again, watching the tears threaten to spill from her eyes. “Breathe through your nose, relax baby.” Soon, he came with a groan, holding her in place.

“How was that?” She said once she had swallowed, her voice slightly hoarse.

“Jesus Christ, you so fucking amazing.” He helped her back up to her feet. “You look so beautiful right now.” He took in her now dishevelled appearance, messy hair, swollen lips and a tear in her eye, all because of him. He could definitely get used to it.

“Did it help sir?” She asked.

“Absolutely, and as much as I’d love to carry this on, we need to get to London.”

A few hours later they pulled up to a hotel in London. Their bags were taken up to the room.

“What’s wrong?” Beck asked when he heard her groan.

“Nothing, it’s just none of my texts are going through to any of my friends.” She complained.

“It’s probably just no signal in a new country."

“You go unpack,” He instructed, “I need to scope out the area for when the elemental attacks. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

“Good luck.” She replied, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. The room was just as upscale as the others, Beck was clearly getting used to the high-life, booking another five-star hotel. Everything went smoothly as she pulled out their possessions, moving them to wardrobes and draws. That was until she picked up his suit. Curiosity got the better of her and she inspected it, admiring it up close. She traced her finger over the scale-like design of the sleeve. When she got to the wrist, she felt a metal object under the fabric. She flipped the sleeve inside out to get a closer look. There was a thin piece of technology, sending a flash of recognition through her brain. She examined it further, praying it wasn’t what she thought it was. An overwhelming sick feeling rose through her.

“I’ve made a huge mistake.”

She rushed to her phone, calling Peter urgently. When it went to voicemail she tried MJ, then Ned, then anyone who might have any contact with Peter. No call went through. She ran out of the hotel room, down to the payphones in the lobby. Once again she called Peter, who once again, didn’t pick up. So she tried MJ again.

“Hello.” She heard MJ, the other girl’s voice soothing her panic slightly.

“MJ, are you with Peter?”

“Oh god, are you okay? Please tell me you’re safe.”

“I need to talk to Peter.” She repeated.

“He went to Berlin, he went to find you. Look, I know Peter is Spiderman, and Beck’s lying, I need to know if you are safe.”

“I don’t know, he’s out. But I found this illusion tech in his suit.”

“Yeah, he’s been using that to create the elementals, and drones to destroy the cities.” MJ explained.

“I think he used to work for Stark Industries.”

“What?”

“I’ve seen this tech before, I’ve used it. I’d tag along with Peter to Tony’s lab a few times, and there was one time I was running tests on how a prosthetic I designed would work. Tony let me use the illusion tech. And I remember him ranting about the unstable guy who made it, wasted potential, all that. It was the exact same technology in the suit, being used by some probably unstable liar.

“Holy shit.”

“I don’t know what to do.” She said between heavy, panicked breaths.

“Okay, okay,” MJ tried to think of a plan as rapidly as she could, “You gotta stay calm, pretend everything’s fine. Don’t let Beck know that you know. Don’t make him angry until you’re safe and away from him.”

“I can’t get ahold of Peter.”

“Me neither. But I’ll, I’ll tell Ned, he’ll know who to call. Breath, be careful.”

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“We’re gonna get help.” As soon as the call was over, she went back up to the hotel room, putting the suit away to seem as though she’d never touched it. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself back down. When Beck returned she’d managed to relax herself. While her heart was racing 100 miles a minute, and her mind felt as though it was about to implode, she managed to remain calm on the outside.

“Hey, how’d it go?” She asked, accepting him when he leaned down to kiss her.

“As well as it could’ve gone. I know London more, so I should be able to fight off the elemental better.” She watched him lie so effortlessly, angry at herself for falling for it. “But I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“So what do you wanna do?”

“I just wanna spend time with my girl.” He gently caressed her face. She leaned into his touch, just like she would’ve done before, and smiled shyly, just like she would’ve done before. His hand moved to cup her face fully. “So the real question is what do you wanna do?”

“We can just cuddle, watch a film.” She suggested. Beck nodded, leading her to the plush bed. Once they got comfortable, Beck moved her legs over his, draping his arm over her, pulling her into him. She tried to relax into his touch, act as though everything was completely fine. And it scared the absolute shit out of her.

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softsebnbuckystan · 4 years

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Sugar & Spice - 2.

Sebastian’s pov

Note : y/s = your surname

A closing door wakes me up and my first reflex is to check on y/n. She was in a really bad state last night. I wonder if she remembers crying in my bed for a whole hour. She probably doesn’t. And I guess that’s why I don’t see her lying next to me anymore. I slowly sit up and rub my eyes to get rid of the last bit of tiredness. God, I hope she doesn’t feel too bad. What if she thinks we did something last night ? I know she doesn’t want anything to do with me in that way and I respect that. She wouldn’t believe I’d ever take advantage of her drunken state now, would she ? Then why did she run away ? I sigh and decide I’ll worry about it over breakfast. I open the mini fridge and get some milk for my cereals. I don’t feel like making an effort today. I’m kinda sad that the movie is already over. At least I’ll get to see her again at the premiere, hopefully. Then we’ll have to do press together and… This is gonna be so awkward.

I’m already done eating when I notice it : it’s there, on the night stand. Her cellphone. She must’ve been really freaked out then. I smile at her clumsiness. Maybe I should text her, call her. I know she’s still with Scarlett so she’ll probably answer. Well, here goes nothing… I pick up my phone and uselessly clear my throat before I press the dial button next to Scarlett’s name. The phone rings a few times before she actually picks up.

“Hey Sebastian, what’s up ?

I exhale. I’m actually stressed about this. I know nothing happened, I was sober after all.

“Hum, not much. It’s just that y/n forgot her phone here. Is she with you ?”

“Here like in your room ?” I can tell she’s doing that suggestive thing with her eyebrows.

“Yeah, you left and I couldn’t leave her alone in that state. She insisted on coming with me so…”

“I see, you played her knight in shining armour.”

“What ? No, I-”

“Could you come over and give her back her phone ? She’s in the bathroom right now so she can’t speak.”

“Yeah, sure, let me grab a taxi real quick and I’ll be here in an hour or so.”

“Alright, see you !”

“See you !”

She’s already ended the call but I sill can’t believe the funny note in her voice. Does she think something happened between me and y/n ? Because if she does, it probably means that y/n herself thinks something happened. I mean, sure, helping her putting on one of my T-shirts might have been misleading but that was not my intention, not at all ! She was just so… Right after Scarlett left the club, Chris and Anthony followed her lead so it was just me and her. Oddly enough, I think they knew exactly what they were doing. Anyway, as soon as they left, y/n’s mood changed instantly. I’ve been working with her long enough to know she turns sad whenever she drinks a little bit too much. Thankfully, I didn’t drink at all last night so I could help her if she needed anything. And she did.

The night before

“So tell me, Sebby, when are you going home ?”

Her voice was shaking from her occasional sobbing and her smile seemed fake from all the shots she’d downed.

“Probably a few days after the premiere, why ?”

“Nothing.” She remained silent for a few seconds, looking at the people dancing in front of her.

“Do you ever regret becoming an actor ?”

Her question surprised me. I know it can be a lot of pressure sometimes, but I don’t regret doing this job. Among all the things it did for me, it allowed me to meet her.

“Do you ?”

“Every day,” she admits. “D-don’t get me wrong, I love acting. It’s just…” She’s interrupted by a hiccough. “Sorry. It’s just I can’t take it anymore. The rumours, the press… You know ? After what they said last year, I- I don’t know if I should keep doing it.”

I had no idea what to do. Usually, I’d find the right thing to say and I’d hold her hand but…but it’s her. I knew she’d probably push me away. I decided to place my hand on hers anyway. She didn’t move.

“I know it’s hard, I do. But think about what this job did for you. Not the paparazzi’s, not the rumours… You met Scarlett, Chris, Anthony,… You met me, all those years ago. Aren’t you happy about that ?”

She looked right at me, unexpectedly, and she leaned in. All I could think was that she was about to do something she’d regret in the morning. She stopped right before her nose touched mine.

“Of course I’m happy about that. You know I…” She paused.

“You what ?”

“Never mind.” She sighed and buried her face in her hands. “I’m such a mess, Seb. I- I don’t know how to get out of here.”

“You’re still thinking about what happened last year, huh ?”

She nodded. Of course she was. Those reporters had twisted everything she had said, making her look like a horrible person, which she definitely wasn’t. Her reputation had been dragged and she’d never allowed anyone to see her after that, except for me and Scarlett. We’d had a hard time convincing her to come back for The Winter Soldier. But she was strong, wasn’t she ? She’d never shown any sign of weakness in front of the cameras, even when we were doing interviews together.

“I am,” she answered. “I try to tell myself it’s over but… I know I’m being watched, you know ? I know they look at my every move, in case I say something wrong. It doesn’t feel like I can be human anymore.”

“You know you can be human with me.”

“I do.” She leaned in again and hid her face in my neck. I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her against me. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t help it. Feeling her against me was a blessing. “Thank you Seb, for everything.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“After what I put you through every single day ?” She gave a sour laugh. “Trust me, I have to thank you. If I were you I would probably give up on me.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not ? You’re saying it has never crossed your mind ? Even after last summer ?”

I shivered at the thought of what had happened on last year’s July 4th. We were almost sober that time and well, it went…far enough.

“It’s not like you did that on your own. I was okay with it too.”

“Yeah, but I knew how you felt.”

“Forget that, okay ? It’s not…it’s not important.”

“It was to me.”

“What ?”

I shook my head. I was probably reading too into it.

“C’mon, I’ll take you to your hotel.”

“Can I stay with you ?”

“y/s…”

“Don’t call me that, I don’t like it.”

“Right.”

“Please ?”

I rolled my eyes to the sky and grabbed her hand. She could barely walk in a straight line. I called a cab and when it arrived, I helped her climb into the car. When we got to my hotel and finally took the elevator, I realised how quiet it was, compared to the club. She was there, leaning on the wall, and she was looking right at me. Her eyes were still as bright as always and her lips were slightly parted, oh so inviting. She’d dressed up and was wearing a cute dress. It wasn’t provocative but it was still tight and didn’t look comfortable when drunk. She smiled and it was the death of me. I walked up to her and looked briefly at the elevator digital screen. We still had ten floors to climb. I knew I couldn’t control myself for that long. I placed my hands on her waist, not looking away from her. She tilted her head backwards so slightly, in an almost imperceptible move. I kissed her cheek and I could feel her smiling. Fuck, how could she do those things to me ? I laid small kisses down her neck and when I got to her collarbone, she moaned slightly, making me want to keep doing what I was doing. I pulled away and rested my forehead against hers. Our breathings mixed and our noses touched. She was so beautiful, even that close.

“Can I kiss you ?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, almost out of breath.

Our lips crushed as we leaned in at the same time and when the elevator’s doors opened, I led her to my room. She helped me take off my shirt and then she turned around, lifting her hair up. I unzipped her dress slowly. It was both a way to turn her on and a way to buy me time to stop myself. She was drunk. It was wrong. Her unzipped dress fell on the floor and I kissed the back of her shoulder. She faced me and that’s when I came back to my senses. She placed her hands on my chest and I grabbed her wrists.

“You’re drunk.”

“So what ?”

“So…you don’t really want this.”

“Why wouldn’t I ?”

“Because you told me that, for God’s sake !”

She took a step back and crossed her arms on her chest.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I’ll get you something to sleep in.” I turned away from her and searched my drawers for a spare T-shirt. I found one that was little bit large, even for me, and gave it to her. I took off my pants and put on some shorts. Sleeping in my underwear next to her didn’t seem like a good idea. When I covered myself under the sheets, she laid next to me and looked me in the eyes. I could see she was on the verge of tears.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I really am.”

“I know, it’s alright. Let’s get some rest now, okay ?”

She nodded and then turned around. She didn’t want me to notice but the movement of her shoulders sold her out : she cried for a solid hour before falling asleep.

So that was part 2! Please tell me what you think in the comment, I love reading your opinion and advice to help me improve.

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mercifuldeaths · 5 years

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What Do You Wanna Wear This Season?

Michael Langdon x Reader

Fashion AU

Warnings: smut, impact play, cum play (kinda?), handcuffs.......Gucci, of course.

Summary: It’s been a long fashion week and with your collection debuting tomorrow, you’re feeling a little stressed. Michael, your muse, is more the=an happy to help you calm down.

Notes: Thank you anon! This shook me to the goddamn core. Fashion hoe smut prevails on this blog! I wrote this in like....a few hours. Also unedited. I just had to get it out there. Hope you enjoy this concept as much as I do. Xx.

Word Count: 2.3K

It had been fashion week, of course, it was. New York was impossibly more crowded, full of models, designers, celebrities, other show guests. It was horrendous. But it also meant that Michael would be back in town. One of the more famous models, Michael Langdon was already well known and even starting to branch out into design. In fact, his first collaboration with you was debuting the next day. Which was exactly why you were sitting in your studio, piles of the discarded fabric around you, holding your head in your hands...crying.

You’ve only been in the industry for a few years, still a fresh face and trying to make a name for yourself. You figured with Michael, it would be possible. But some of the garments weren’t perfect and it killed you a little. You managed to start the ugly sobbing that commenced the second you ushered Michael out to go get more coffee for the two of you. He really was a big help, despite your reluctance to admit it.

His perchance for velvets, leathers, saturated colors offset by onyx black was the center of your inspiration and your pieces delivered. They were created for men or women or anyone, really- walking that line of masculinity and femininity. All of the pieces were beautiful, you knew. But what if they just weren’t enough.

Michael’s footfalls were heard through the hallway leading to the studio. You felt a little better knowing he held your cappuccino, the only way you were going to make it through this night, still having to fix the stitching on that one blazer and maybe inlay the string of pearls around the collar and maybe….

“Y/N?” Michael’s voice rang out. You were still sitting facing away, cross legged on the floor. “Oh, come here,” he said as he set the coffees down on the table and made his way to you looking ever so dejected in your pile of black and red velvet. He kneeled next to you and his hand went to your thigh, something he had been doing of late. You won’t lie...there was something of a spark between you two and you both knew it.

“I’m just really worried, Michael. What if it doesn’t go well-you know the Ford show and Oscar de la Renta are scheduled for the same day and people are obviously going to go there because I mean, they’re icons and nobody’s going to show up and the pieces probably aren’t even that good and--” you rambled but he cut you off.

“Stop that.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, nervous of his sharp tone.

“It’s going to go flawlessly. You’ve made it perfect. Every last detail. You’re doubting yourself-something you should never do,” he said, a little more empathy in his voice.

“I’m just...I’m just nervous,” you stuttered out, still feeling the pit in your stomach.

“What can I do to make it better?” he asked, both hands now resting on your thighs, splayed out to be sitting crosslegged.

A scrap of velvet found its way into your hand and you rubbed your nimble fingers along the luxe texture. You shook your head. No. That would be completely inappropriate. He was your partner, your collaborator.

“I saw that Vogue interview you did...Now I don’t know if you were playing at something, but I remember you like to ‘have the stress fucked out of you’? Was that it?” He leaned in and you could feel his breath ghosting over your neck. A blush rose to your cheeks and you let out a nervous laugh. You had said that...mostly as a joke...but it wasn’t. “Maybe I can do something about that.”

You felt the wind knock out of your lungs when he tugged on the velvet under you, causing you to slip back against the floor, his large hand caught your head in a gentle cradle. Attacking your neck and jaw with sloppy open mouth kisses, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer to grind against your center. You were already wet, having just spent time around the man was something of a sexual experience.

“Mmmm..Michael,” you managed to slur out, his mouth now closer to yours. You were originally going to protest, but feeling his hardness against you, already seeking friction, had you thinking other things...mostly about how you wanted him to absolutely wreck you right there in the middle of the discards from your designs.

He made quick work of your leather leggings, something he had designed and a favorite of yours-so much so that you were wearing it before they had debuted. You felt your tee shirt rise over your breasts and his hand going to cup one. You shivered, exposed to the brisk temperature of the room, but the fabric under you insulating the hard floor.

Your fingers knotted in his blonde hair, slipping out of the bun he had thrown it in earlier in his stressed-out state. You’d never seen him more unkempt and something about that just made you more desperate for him. Michael’s lips made their way lower over your stomach, nipping and biting-the little tease.

“Make a move, Langdon. We have a collection to finish,” you gritted out between your teeth, starting to feel the stress rising again.

“All too right, as usual,” he mumbled against the line of your lacy panties. Pulling them to the side, he nuzzled his face into your center. “Already so wet...you’ve been wanting this, you little minx. You thought I didn’t see the way your hands lingered when tailoring the jackets to fit me? How you always wanted me shirtless for measurements. I’m not just some dumb model, darling.” His tongue slid into your wet folds, but it wasn’t enough and it wasn’t fast enough.

“God Michael, come on.” You grabbed him by his blond locks and pulled his face back to meet yours, crashing your lips together. You could taste yourself on him. Untangling one hand, you reached lower into his low slung slacks and palmed his cock, already hard and ready for you. Without hesitation, he slid them down to his knees and pressed all his body weight onto you. You felt his cock press into your cunt and the pressure made your eyes roll.

You sighed and he started slipping himself through your wetness. A gasp fell from your lips. Suddenly, all pressure and warmth was removed. “Michael?” you cried out, confused, as he stood and walked over to the table that held some of the accessories you had planned for the show. Because it was yours and Michael’s collaboration, of course, there were some more...risque elements. One being that the models accessories were whips, chains, paddles. The most iconic being a set or vintage Tom Ford for Gucci handcuffs. Something out of Michael’s personal collection.

The silver gleamed in the dim light of the studio menacingly. Before you could even react, they were around your wrists, tight enough to leave bruises. Unable to stop him, with your hands now behind your back, he flipped you over onto your stomach and lifted your hips up, pressing your front into the floor. Your cheek and tits pressed into the red velvet under you, back arched to allow your ass to be presented to him obscenely.

“Now that’s quite the view. Considering I had to watch you waltz around in those leather leggings, I imagine I should get rewarded for my patience.” Out of nowhere, he pulled out the YSL paddle, something from your personal collection. You were an interesting pair, that’s for sure.

You couldn’t see clearly, him being behind you and all, but you felt his hand tease your cheek, gently rubbing it in soothing circles. You did expect it, but the crack of the paddle against you still caused you to lurch forward and let out a small shriek. His hand went back to rubbing small circles, soothing the blushing skin.

The velvet, as soft as it was, started rubbing into the side of your face that he had roughly pushed into the ground. The definition of face down ass up. Another loud crack echoed and you lurched again, this time a whimper escaping. You could feel your wetness start to seep onto your thighs and Michael chuckled. His long fingers started to tease your entrance, slipping one inside but it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Michael, please. No more teasing,” you choked out, completely desperate and at his mercy.

“If I fuck you good, you’ll finish the collection nice and relaxed?”

“Yes, yes, please-I’ll be so good.”

He slid into you so slow you felt yourself push back onto him, eager to take all of him. When he was buried in you, you felt his hands move to your hips, having to still you as you were still grinding back onto him. It was perfect, the stretch, how he fit in your cunt so wonderfully tight.

“Well then, we have no more times to waste.” And with that he was relentlessly pounding into you, your gasps and ragged breaths escaped into the fabric, still under you but now slipping from the movement. He bottomed out each thrust causing a moan to fall from your lips with every single one, unable to help yourself.

You knew you wouldn’t last long. The stress had gotten to you and yeah, when overworked, you were always more horny...and plainly a slut for Michael Langdon. “Fuck, fuck, Michael-I can’t-please I gotta.”

“Okay, I’ve got you,” he said and you felt a hand reach around to stroke lazy circles into your clit, a sharp contrast to the relentless pace he kept that was keeping you breathless. “So fucking tight, look at how well you take me, god.”

His thrusts were becoming more sloppy, you felt his pace falter. Obviously, the stress was getting to him, too-both of you in a desperate need for release, not taking the time to savor each other like you really wanted- To take him apart piece by piece.

Your back was jerked up, him using the cuffs to maneuver you, causing him to shift angles and hit that spot few other men have managed to get right. He rested back onto his heels and pulled you back to sit on his cock, him practically impaling you onto him. He pressed the cuffs down further, making your back arch against him, him practically holding your entire upper body with a goddamn designer sex toy.

He stopped his movements, despite his desperation but you picked up the slack, working yourself over him, hard and reckless. “Fuck, Fuck Y/N I’m gonna-”

“Go ahead, babe.” You could feel the spiral of heat pooling, as well, All you needed was just a few more expert circles against your pulsing clit.

You felt yourself uncoil first. “Michael, Michael-Oh god, oh god, oh god,” you practically screamed, hoping the other studios next door were long empty. You couldn’t help the clenches your cunt gave, needing more of him inside you always. While you were coming down, you could feel him losing himself in you, wanting the pull of your core to make him cum but he did have other ideas.

Pulling out he took himself in hand and pumped just a few times. With the memory of your walls pulsing against him in mind, he came with a grunt and a few gasps. You felt him paint your ass cheeks, still red and burning from the spanking he gave. Taking a few deep breathes to calm himself he took your ass in hand, still presented to him like you were his. But you really already were.

He hummed as he smeared some of his cum into the red welts that he left behind, soothing the burn, his thumb circling one of the more intense ones. “Hmmm, that’s beautiful.”

“What? Me covered in your cum?” you asked, trying to swivel around to face him but he held you in place. He took one of the black velvet swatches in hand and gently wiped his essence off your pert cheek.

“Well, that of course. But also the pattern of my cum dripping out of your cunt makes on the fabric,” he leaned in close and flipped you onto your back, cuffs digging into you and making your back arch awkwardly. “I think I just got an idea for our next collaboration,” he smirked, his voice lilting and looking all too pleased with himself.

“God, Michael,” you signed out, feeling his cum continue to drip off you in the most obscene manner. Your head fell back against the floor in resignation, despite the awkward angle created with your hands still pinned behind you back.

A rustle of fabric piqued your interest, as Michael moved to reach behind him. “Michael?” He turned to you, a devilish glint in his eyes and he lazily swung the YSL paddle around his finger.

“Yes, Y/N?” He smirked

“Don’t do it-” You practically read his mind.

He took the paddle and landed one last smack, this time against your soaked cunt, open to the air with your legs still spread before you. The impact in addition to your overstimulation tore a moan from your chest, eyes rolling back, feeling like all too much at once but never enough.

“Come on, there’s plenty of work to do. And your cappuccino has probably gone cold,” he said, back to business as he tucked himself back into his slacks and attempted to help you up onto shaking legs. “Maybe if you finish the trim on that cloak we talked about, I’ll let you ride my thigh like the little whore you are while I’m in those velvet trousers, hm?”

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newhopegeorgie · 5 years

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overwhelmed I g.s

(hi! im back with another george one shot. this idea came out of nowhere and i thought it’d be really cute. i didnt know how to end it so the ending kinda sucks and im sorry :( anyways, hope you enjoy it. feedback is always appreciated and if you have any requests feel free to send them in! <3)

You knew that George had been really stressed out lately. The band had been writing and recording non-stop for the music they were itching to release and it was starting to get to him. You knew how hard he worked, and as much as you admired him for it, you also knew how much pressure he was putting on himself. George absolutely refused to half-ass anything, to the point where he sacrificed his own well-being for the sake of his music.

Recently you started to see how this was taking an obvious toll on your boyfriend. He was getting less sleep, which showed in the purple bags under his eyes, he had been moodier. And more recently it seemed like he wasn’t eating as much, choosing to continue his writing rather than taking a break for a meal. Needless to say, you were getting worried. You wanted to be there for him, remind him that he needed to take care of himself, but with your unforgiving work schedule, you weren’t home nearly as much as you would have liked.

You’d finally managed to get off work at a reasonable time, intending on spending the rest of your night getting George to finally relax a little bit. You shoved your keys into the lock, anxious to get inside so you could completely and utterly spoil your boyfriend for the next few hours. As you got inside, you kicked your shoes off, hung your coat by the door and made your way to the living room. Just as you’d guessed, George wasn’t there. He was in your guys’ spare bedroom, which had been converted into his workspace of sorts. As you approached the room you heard soft strumming through the crack in the door, it stopped short and was followed by a frustrated sigh. You gently pushed the door open, seeing your boyfriend. He was faced away from you, not quite noticing your presence yet, and his head was hung, in what looked like, defeat.

“Hey G, what's wrong?” you asked him, you placed your hand gently on his shoulder. He jumped a bit, startled by you for a second before he quickly relaxed under your touch. He looked up at you, putting on a forced smile before answering.

“Oh! Hi love, nothing, I’m good. When did you get home? I didn’t hear you come in,” You noticed his attempt at changing the subject and gave him a knowing look, taking a seat on the small couch beside him. He very hesitantly let go of the guitar when you took it from his grasp, propping it gently against the wall.

“You know we’ve been together for 2 years G,” you said simply. He quirked an eyebrow at you, clearly confused by this. “I know when you’re lying,” you clarified. His lips set into a frown as he dropped his gaze. You took one of his hands in both of yours, playing with his fingers and rubbing the back of it comfortingly. “Now, tell me what’s wrong,” This time your question was posed more as a command. He sighed, hesitating before deciding to answer your question.

“I’m just really overwhelmed. Management really wants us to be able to release our first album by the end of the year and we aren’t even halfway done with it. I’ve been working non-stop and I feel like I’ve made zero progress. At this point, I don’t even know if I’m any help at the studio anymore. And I’m trying so hard to do the best I can but I don’t know if that’s even good enough,” George’s voice cracked at the end, and you could see the tears welling up in his eyes. You fought your own tears as you heard him talk, not having realized the full scale of how George had been feeling recently. You didn’t say anything for the moment. Your arms wrapped around him and he collapsed into your embrace, his face in your shoulder. His arms wound around your torso, hands fisting the back of your shirt.

“G if you need to cry you can, it’s not good for you to hold it in,” you said softly. With that, he broke down. He sobbed quietly in your shoulder and moved closer to you, wanting more comfort. You felt your heart break at the feeling of him shaking in your hold, just wanting to make him feel better. “And love, you have to believe me when I say you are more than good enough. I know that. The boys know that. Management knows that too. You are so insanely talented and whatever you put out is going to be incredible. But G you need to take care of yourself too, you can’t keep pushing yourself this hard, it’s unhealthy. Plus, how in the hell do you expect Reece and Blake to survive out there without you,” George had stopped crying as you spoke, even laughing a bit at what’d you’d said last.

“Oh god, they’d never make it,” he joked along, pulling his face from your neck.

“Exactly,” you said to him, cupping his face in your hands. “Now, would you finally take a break and let me help you relax?” He nodded slightly and you smiled, pecking his lips quickly before standing up and leading him to your bathroom.

You turned the dial on your bath, starting to fill the tub with warm water. You turned back to George who was standing behind you and approached him. You fingers grabbed the hem of his shirt and you looked up at him, silently asking for permission. He nodded his head and you pulled the fabric off his torso. Your arms immediately wound around him, pulling him into a hug which he enthusiastically returned.

“More than good enough” you spoke softly to him, kissing his chest briefly. You looked up to meet his eyes, a bashful smile graced his features and his cheeks were tinted light pink. “I mean it,” you spoke again, before having him take off his pants and telling him to get in the bath. He jokingly saluted at you, doing as he was told. You rolled your eyes, taking off your clothes as well and joining him.

Neither of you really spoke, choosing to listen to the soft music you’d put on in the background. Your fingers massaged at his scalp as you washed his hair for him. He leaned into your touch, humming in contentment. “I love you,” he whispered, his eyes falling closed. You smiled at him, feeling your heart jump at his words.

“I love you too,” you responded, pausing to kiss him before you rinsed his hair.

Once you’d finished in the bath, you left George in the bathroom, returning with a fluffy towel and some cozy pajamas for him. He smiled gratefully at you. “Have you eaten?” you asked him, handing him his clothes. His face was comparable to a child who’d gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He shook his head at you. A small sigh left your lips. “Okay, I’m gonna go make us something. Get dressed,” he nodded. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and made your way to the kitchen.

As much as you wanted to make George a nice meal, the truth was you were tired too, so you decided mac and cheese was good enough. Thankfully, G seemed to agree, his face lighting up as he joined you in the kitchen. You smiled fondly at him, scooping some into a bowl and passing it to him.

“Thank you, love,” he said, taking a seat on the couch. You dished up some food for yourself as well, sitting down next to him. It was quiet while you two ate. Some random tv show you had playing served as white noise. After George had finished eating, he placed his bowl on the coffee table and looked over at you.

“Are you feeling better?” you asked him, finishing up your own food. He nodded quickly at you.

“So much better, Y/N. Thank you,” he said sincerely. You smiled, glad that you were able to help him. You took the last bite of your dinner and set your bowl next to G’s.

“Well, is there anything else I can do?” you spoke. George was quiet for a second, thinking.

“Cuddles?” You laughed at his request, nodding. You moved to lay back on the couch, your head landing on one of the pillows. You opened your arms to George and he smiled giddily, taking no time at all to move into your embrace. His arms wrapped snugly around your waist as he laid almost completely on top of you, using your chest as a pillow.

“Good?” you asked him. He hummed, his eyes closing. You smiled down at him, your hands finding his head so you could run your fingers through his hair. The two of you stayed like this for a while, and you’d assumed George had fallen asleep until he broke the silence.

“I love you,” he said to you. You chuckled softly at him.

“I know, you told me earlier G.”

“No, seriously Y/N. I genuinely don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you,” he repeated the words again. Your hands rubbed up and down his back comfortingly and you smiled.

“I love you too George,” his lips spread into a smile as he heard you respond, hugging you closer to him if that was even possible. You felt his breath fall into a steady rhythm, and you knew he was about to fall asleep.

“Love you,” he said one last time, before actually falling asleep. It was barely audible and you don’t know if he was saying it to you or more to himself. Regardless, your heart swelled.

“I love you too,” you murmured softly, kissing his head before falling asleep yourself.

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nekoabiwrites · 5 years

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Rain On Me Chapter 4 - Stupid Band

Final chapter of this fic that wasn’t even going to be chaptered when I started it, lol. Took a little longer as I wanted to figure out which song to use. I hope it’s a fitting conclusion for you all <3

The song for this chapter: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnxzogcEC2w

AU: School Pairing: Moxiety Words: 2928 Warnings: Crying, mention of violence, mention of drug use. Anything else, please let me know

Summary: Virgil apologises, Patton accepts it and they figure out what they’re going to do now.

Virgil was determined today. He was going to finally get himself out of this rut. For the first time he could remember, he walked through the school halls with his head held high and a fire in his eyes.

The weekend had passed by relatively slowly but had been just the right amount of time for him to start making amends.

After catching Patton outside his window, he’d invited him in and apologised in every possible way he could. He had been kneeling on the floor in front of the teen, who was sat silently watching the emo silently cry tears in between his rambling apologies. Virgil wasn’t asking for forgiveness just yet, he just wanted Patton to understand his fucked-up reasonings and that he was truly, completely, utterly regretful for what he did.

Virgil had sat on the floor for almost fifteen minutes straight, constantly blurting out word after word with his head hung before the gentlest of touches stopped him instantly. The soft hand managed to coax Virgil into looking up at Patton with just the smallest of movements. When he made eye contact, the emo could see Patton smiling so gently.

“It’s okay, Virgil.” Patton had said.

Virgil had shaken his head violently, throwing tears around, “No. It’s really not, Patton. It’s not okay that I did that, that I allowed myself to think I could do that, that I-”

The emo was cut off when he was wrapped in a hug. His arms hung loose, not moving to wrap around the small body clinging to him tightly. Due to him being so close, Virgil was able to feel that Patton had started to show signs of crying himself, “It really is okay, Virgil. I promise.” Patton’s voice was so small and quiet, “I’m just happy you still want to talk to me.”

Virgil immediately had felt his heart shatter into yet more pieces. He had never even entertained the idea that Patton would even be worried about that, as he was so sure that his crush was going to despise him from that moment on. Hesitantly, the emo returned the hug, squeezing the teen in his arms. “I thought you’d hate me.” He mumbled.

There was a breathy laugh from Patton, who pulled his head back to look at Virgil with a sad smile. “I could never… hate anyone.” He hastily added the last two words with a light blush.

“Of course you couldn’t.” Virgil choked out a laugh, causing more tears. He wanted to continue apologising but didn’t want to annoy or frustrate the teen who’d been so understanding with him so far.

It was Patton who spoke next, this time being the one who was avoiding eye contact, “Actually, I was worried you hated me. I mean… can you blame me? You came up and just poured stuff all over me, without a word. It… It kinda scared me. You were like my best friend, and suddenly there was this change… I didn’t know how to feel about it, other than super sad.” Patton visibly swallowed hard, his voice becoming obviously choked as he continued, “I think you mentioned it earlier… but, why did you do it?”

Virgil was still as Patton’s hurt gaze fell upon him once more. It was almost as if Patton had the gaze of a gorgon and had just turned him to stone, he was so still. Immediately, Virgil choked out a soft sob as he attempted to even find the words to explain what he’d done. He told Patton everything that had happened before; the goading about the possible crush, the worry about being beaten, the stress and fear as he’d walked over to him, the impossible sadness and gut-wrenching pain he endured every time he thought about what he’d done. All the while, he peppered in more apologies, never trying to excuse his actions or justify them. By the end, the emo was shaking, and two wet patches were clear on his jeans where the tears had fallen.

Another exceedingly gentle touch came from the one he was talking to, as Patton reached out and wiped away some of the tears. Virgil had instinctively leaned into the touch, finding it wonderfully grounding and calming, so much so that his eyes slid shut for a few seconds. He only opened once he heard Patton speak once more.

“I’m sorry…”

Virgil was immediately back on the attack, “You have nothing to be sorry for!”

“But I do!” Patton protested, pulling his hand back and pushing both of them harshly into the carpet, “Just because we were close, you almost lost all of your friends!”

“That doesn’t matter, though!” Virgil’s voice increased in volume, in order to cut off his friend.

“Yes, it does!”

“No! It really doesn’t!”

“Why not?!”

“BECAUSE I DON’T CARE ABOUT THEM LIKE I CARE ABOUT YOU!”

The room fell silent. Virgil breathed out a heavy sigh, his head hung low after he’d shouted so loud. Patton was now the one sat impossibly still, his eyes wide in surprise.

“They don’t matter, Patton. None of them matter.” Virgil spoke softly, eyes trained on the ground once more. “They really aren’t my friends, Pat. They just aren’t. And I am scared to death to say it, because they could fucking kill me if they wanted. If I even try and say something against them on my own, I’ll be snapped in half like a fucking twig under their fucking boots. But I can’t live like that anymore. I just can’t.”

“So… were they right?”

Virgil looked back at Patton, who seemed to be impatiently shifting around as he waited for the emo’s response, “What?”

“Do you… have a crush on me?”

The emo’s face turned red in a second. He stuttered through his words, “P-Patton! We, we weren’t talking about that, I… I, I can’t even give- What? Um…” Virgil cursed himself in his head harshly as he silenced himself.

His only solace was that Patton looked similarly red and embarrassed, “I know, but you kinda explained the other stuff… I was just curious, y’know?”

Virgil knew there was no getting out of this unscathed, so he may as well just tell the truth, even if it ended horribly. He looked to the side, focusing his sight on the leg of his bed frame, “Well, I mean… kinda, yeah.”

“Kinda?” Patton leaned a little to the side, just about slipping past the emo’s peripheral vision to be more visible. This meant that Virgil was able to see the innocently hopeful look on the other teen’s face. “What do you mean by ‘kinda’?”

The teen made a frustrated whine-like noise in the back of his throat whilst burying his face in his hands, “Kinda, meaning… I don’t wanna say it directly because then I’d have to go into detail or something and I’ve already fucked everything up once and I really don’t wanna do that again. That kind of ‘Kinda’.” Virgil said, sarcastically, his voice somewhat muffled by his hands.

There was a gentle giggle after a moment’s silence and a soft bit of pressure put against the top of his head. From his best guess, Virgil could only conclude that it was a kiss or something. He peeked up from his hands, only to be caught by Patton placing another impossibly soft kiss to his now exposed forehead. He practically burst into flames as heat erupted onto his face, turning it an even brighter shade of red.

Patton just continued to giggle, though his face was also significantly redder than the last time Virgil had noticed it, “I like you too, Virgil.” Virgil pouted and turned away but couldn’t help his mouth twitching into a soft smile when Patton practically threw himself at Virgil again, wrapping his arms tightly around the emo. The shorter teen nuzzled his head into Virgil’s shoulder, “Do you wanna know something?”

Virgil raised an eyebrow as he peered down at Patton, “…Sure?”

“You’re really cute when you blush like that.”

That was all the catalyst for an even longer conversation that had spanned the rest of the weekend. Patton had dropped by for the next two days and the two of them made amends. Virgil still continued to pepper in apologies when he felt it was necessary, even though Patton had said it was all forgiven. He still didn’t deserve to be off the hook just yet, but he was thankful that Patton wasn’t getting frustrated with his constant slew of sorrys. By the end of Sunday, the two had agreed to try dating while also having come up with an idea that would have Virgil in a place where the group wouldn’t dare try and touch him, though what would happen later when he could possibly be alone was not yet planned out.

But Virgil was extremely determined to make this work. During the first break period, he headed to the music rooms to talk with his teacher. He explained the situation and asked for some help, as well as if he could borrow some equipment and – as they were sympathetic and were a fairly relaxed teacher, as well as wanted to put some of those kids in their place – they agreed. They planned to meet Virgil outside at lunch on the side of the courtyard.

He left the classroom with only a few minutes to spare, so Virgil headed off to his next class while taking a bit of a detour to wander past Patton’s locker, in a vague hope that the teenager would be there when he came by. Thankfully, there the boy was, in all his radiant, happy-go-lucky glory. Virgil felt himself relax a significant amount when the two made eye contact and Patton smiled at him.

Patton’s friends were immediately on guard when they saw him approaching, but the pastel-colour teen got them to stand down after a bit of coaxing. When he grabbed a hold of Virgil’s hand, lacing their fingers together and rested against his side, the friends seemed to notice that the two of them had something else going on. The bell rang before they even had a chance to ask, but Patton promised to explain later and all of them headed off to their classes.

Virgil was not able to focus in his classes; his mind was far away thinking about the future plans that were going to be enacted very soon. He was extremely anxious, it almost felt like his stomach was gnawing on itself once the final bell rang for lunch. The emo bolted out of his seat and tore down the hallways, only slowing when in the presence of any teachers who’d scold him for it. He made his way to the music store closet, picking up his precious and heading as fast as he could over to the point he was supposed to meet his teacher.

Already, there was a fair amount of interest from the students milling around the nearby area. A lot of eyes were watching the music teacher as they finished setting up the equipment Virgil had asked for. The interest seemed to grow a little more when the teen himself appeared and began talking with the teacher, his precious slung over his back. Then, when Patton appeared from the other side and joined in, Virgil could feel the eyes of the entire student body upon the odd trio.

They then split off. The music teacher headed back across the courtyard, towards the classrooms inside and Patton jogged over to his friends, leaving Virgil alone with the equipment. A couple of minutes passed while he readied himself and some of the interest had died down, but that came back full force when he spoke into the microphone.

“Uh, Is this… I, guess it is.” Virgil awkwardly checked that the sound was coming through the speakers. It was extremely loud, and the entire courtyard quietened to a hush in the wake of it. They all stared towards him, the strange emo kid with the guitar in front of a microphone. He swallowed hard before continuing, “I mean, you can all probably tell what’s coming, so I should… like, start. This song is dedicated to… well, they know who they are.”

With the help of the equipment, his normally acoustic guitar’s sound was changed to be like that of an electric guitar. Virgil began to play the introduction and, just as he started singing directly into the microphone, he was able to see his ‘friends’ coming around the corner of their usual spot just off of the main courtyard. He made direct eye contact with them as he sang.

“You think you're so awesome Nobody's as cool as you You're gonna impregnate everyone Men and women too

But don't Call me When all the child support is due 'Cause I don't wanna be in your stupid band”

There was a rush of adrenaline that overtook his anxiety as he continued to play. The pure rage that was now being sent his way by the so-called leader of his ex-friend group would have normally sent him into an instant panic attack, but Virgil knew he would do nothing in front of the whole school. He continued the song, a smug smirk on his face as he knew the next verse would really strike a raw nerve.

“You're so well connected You wrote the lingo, the vocab You're the king of the party You know the dealer and the lab

But don't ask me why your band can't play 'cause they're stuck in rehab 'Cause I don't wanna be in your stupid band”

Virgil played the guitar solo as best he could with his slightly shaking hands. He almost felt like laughing when all the eyes in the courtyard had turned to look at the group of darkly dressed teens at the perceived callout. It was well rumoured that the group partook in drugs recreationally and frequently, though Virgil had never been around to see it for real – though the smell was clear as day sometimes, so he knew it was definitely true. Now, to the rest of the school, it seemed like a confirmation had come from one of their own and so the gossip-hungry teenagers at the school were bound to pass this around to all they knew.

“But don’t ask me why your band can’t play ‘cause they’re stuck in rehab ‘Cause I don’t wanna be in your stupid band.

No, I don't want to be in your stupid band”

Using the equipment, Virgil was able to record his last line and play it back under his voice, which allowed him to repeat words underneath, just like the actual song he was covering. There was now a definite tone of confidence to his voice as he finished the last part of the song. It was almost like he was duetting with himself.

“No, I don't (don't) Want (want) To (to) Be in your stupid band.”

Virgil finished the song with a flourish. He bowed a little awkwardly to the round of applause that his fellow students gave him, “Uh, thank you. I, um… also have another thing to say.” He slung his guitar towards his back and pulled the mic out of its stand, walking towards the edge of the upper area he was standing on. “I need to say sorry, again, to someone… very important to me. So…” Virgil was able to pick out his target easily in the crowd as the boy in question was standing atop one of the picnic tables that littered the courtyard, “Patton, I’m really sorry for doing that shit to you. I know I’ve said it like a million times, but I just… feel really bad about it, still.”

As he was speaking, Patton jumped off of the table and sprinted up to him. He tackle-hugged him, holding him tightly as he looked up at Virgil with that same bright, sunny smile as the first time they’d spoken, “Virgil, I said I forgive you already, you silly goose.”

Virgil rolled his eyes and sighed. A few of the onlookers from the school were laughing and a couple of them whistled at the pair, which caused Virgil to blush a little, “Whatever. Still sorry.”

“That’s not good. Let me prove that I forgive you!” Patton said with an underlying tone of mischief.

The emo was a little worried. He looked down at his still-new boyfriend with a slight note of concern. Patton continued to grin, even when he popped up onto his toes and pressed a kiss to Virgil’s lips. It was only brief, but it had Virgil’s eyes going wide and his cheeks flushing even darker.

Several other students jeered at them or continued to whistle and laugh. Some – which Virgil would have presumed were Patton’s friends if he were of a less distracted mindset – cheered at the move. Either way, it didn’t matter as Patton had just kissed him. Virgil set the microphone back in its stand, with a clear mention that he was done. After putting his guitar back in its cover, he spent the rest of the lunch period in plain sight with Patton and his friends. Neither of them really knew where this was going to go, or how they were going to deal with the seemingly fuming group of emos that were clearly watching them from the other side of the courtyard, but that wasn’t important at this moment. They were safe and happy and together, that was all that mattered right now.

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burytherosemarysprigs · 5 years

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Why the Caged Birds Still Sing | Pt. 2

A/N: I am sooo sorry that I haven’t been able to update this story, I had my finals and was going through some stuff (ugh. life) and wasn’t able to write!! Sooo, now here ya go 😊😊

P.S. Get ready for some angsty af fic I wrote as the second part and something for Tony’s bday. Sorry IT’S SO LONG and, Happy Birthday to my hero, Tony Stark 💖

Read Part 1 Here

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(n.) Things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence

…

Tony Stark’s dead. He’s shattered himself everywhere. Peter, Harley and Morgan and there to pick up the broken shards.

ii. The Flowers that Withered Away

“Mr. Stark,”

Peter began, his mask clenched tightly in one hand and the other limp against his leg. He looks up, words choking at his throat.

“Did you really have to go?” His voice barely audible, and it breaks of at the end, and he’s left standing alone in front of him.

Iron Man.

“I don’t know what I could’ve done… I – I should’ve stopped you… I should’ve… why didn’t I, Mr. Stark. – Mr. Stark… why did you… MR. STARK. WHY DID YOU GO?” Peter snaps. His mask slips from his hands and he collapses onto the ground, muffled sobs violently rake his shoulders, and he mutters the words over and over again, until he’s numb to it.

I’m sorry, I didn’t do anything, I’m sorry

The statue watches him, crouched on the ground, whimpering and muttering, which has become inaudible as the wind whips harder against his body.

…

The door is suddenly opened, allowing a stream of harsh white light to spread across the room, where books are scattered across the floor, pages ripped out haphazardly, and clothes strewn around the bunk-bed and desk. The closet door is wide open, overflowing with trinkets – stuffed messily inside.

“Peter, buddy – w-what the hell?”

May’s voice slices through the quiet of the room, disrupting the figure resting in the bottom bunk, as he turns around to face May. His face is red, eyes tired and lips whimpering slightly.

“May… what – I – Can you go away?”

Peter replies, mumbling, while turning away to face the wall again.

“No,” May replies, stepping carefully into the room. “Peter, come on, just for today I need you to come out and just – just come to this party.”

He doesn’t move.

“Peter, she specifically asked for you, and – and you know what she’s been through Peter, you know it better than anyone. Peter, I know it’s hard, but I’m here, we’re all here to help.”

He doesn’t move; and May is about to move closer until he turns around and gets up, dropping the blanket that he was wrapped up in the process. Standing to his full height, Peter moves closer to May

“May. Please. Just – leave – me – ALONE! I DON’T WANNA GO TO ANY PARTY. I DON’T CARE WHO’S PARTY I – I – don’t wanna go May. Please. Just leave.”

She looks at him and he stares back, soft brown eyes – hard. His hair is ruffled and eyes bloodshot. She wants to reach out – touch him, hold him, anything. But instead, she gives him a tight-lipped smile, accepts defeat of this battle and she holds out a wrinkled invitation and pushes it to his chest and leaves the room. And with her abrupt leave, Peter is standing alone in the middle of the battlefield, reading the invitation with shaking hand

TO ;

PeTer PaRKer

(Aka SPIdeRMAN)

You are invited to Tony Stark’s Birthday memoriam!

Please join us this evening in memory of our beloved hero

FROM ; MorgAN

p.S. I HOPE You CoMe :)

…

Peter can’t breathe.

He can’t look up and see the Iron man statue staring at him, he can’t look up and see Mr. Stark staring at him. He knows better, he knows that he should be at Pepper and Morgan’s party in memoriam of Tony, he should be there for others.

But he can’t even breathe. He feels his heart pounding in his ears as his chest tightens – more and more. He keeps crying, the sobs are louder. He digs his nails into his palms, until his hands are numb. He can’t see anything; the sobs are louder.

“Ka – kar – karen… W – What – What’s happenin’?” Peter bursts out, his face glistening with sweat and his chest compressing further and further. He can’t breathe; the sobs are louder.

“It seems like you’re having a severe anxiety attack, would you like me to call May, Ned or any other person as it seems that you need instant care, I could call – “

‘NO – n – No Karen!”

“Then what else would you prefer for me to do Peter?” Karen’s voice rings in his ears, though he can’t comprehend anything around him; the sobs are louder.

‘Mr – Mr. Stark, I – I – “Peter manages to say between labored breaths.

‘Would you like to talk to Mr. Stark, Peter” Karen asks him.

Yes. Yes, that’s all I want

“Peter, as you not answering, I am going to play an old recording of Mr. Stark.” Peter doesn’t comprehend what she says.

He feels like he’s dying. The sobs are louder.

“Hey Kid, how’s it going? Pepper’s been going all tooth ‘n’ nail to plan this whole wedding thing, but it’s kinda her thing. Anyway, I’ve only got probably 5 mins? Maybe longer if I use my talents to persuade her, to talk to you,”

The sobs quiet down.

“Just wanted to say that Happy says your doing great and putting him on his last nerves, so the usual, he says that about me too, I think. But really, Kid, I – I hope your doing well and just don’t stress Happy too much, he just ends up complaining about it everywhere. I’m proud of what you do kid, so, yeah bye.”

…

It’s like a ribbon unravels from around his chest, he can finally breathe. The knot in his heart seems to fade away

His blood stops pounding in his ears and he attempts to get up but falls on the ground, too weak to move.

His body feels detached from him, his mind still replaying Tony’s voice inside his head. Over and Over and Over.

While his body, lays limp on the cold, concrete ground atop of a platform beneath the Iron man statue. Staring up to see Tony’s face looking at everything except him.

…

He stays there for a while, listening to the rustle of trees and honking and hollering from distant cars. Lights twinkle in his peripheral vision and he feels at ease. Calm. Not dead. But definitely not alive.

“Karen, what time is it?” Peter asks, quietly as though not to disturb the unwavering silence that wraps itself around him.

“It’s 11:52 pm Peter” Karen responds

“Jesus Christ, what’ll May think, she’s probably worried I – I better – we – we gotta go now Karen… b-but first…” he runs his hand through his hair, messy with curls, while the other grasps to find something.

“Where did it go – uh, where is it – I can’t j-just lose it” He’s searching the ground for the object, hands grasping blindly in the dark setting of the sky, the moonlight doesn’t help and he feels like a child, who’s reaching for a candy jar that’s too high up on the shelf.

He feels his throat tightening again, his hands start to feel shakier, struggling to find anything on the barren ground.

“Karen, activate night vision mode.” He says barely keeping the fear of losing the object, inside of him, as his voice is shaking when he speaks.

“Sure thing, Peter” And as Karen responds, he feels like a veil has been lifted of his eyes, and he continues to find the misplaced object, while muttering under his breath.

“Please… please don’t be lost… please,” his voice sounds like a child, one that is in desperate need of help, but there’s no one there to help him.

…

He’s not sure how long he’s been at trying to find the object, but when he finally finds it, he stays there, on the ground, clutching it to his chest because he’s not sure if he wants to give it away.

But when Karen says it’s 11:55, he reluctantly walks towards the Iron man Statue, one that has been set up in a plaza in New York, and Peter notices the bottom of the podium decorated in flowers and amateur drawings. The scent of lilies and lavender is in bloom throughout the air, the delicate petals wilting while others are waiting to bloom. He walks in front of the statue and the mass of colour sprouting beneath it.

He reaches out and places a small delicate flower – a blue dropping Iris – just in front of the feet of the statue.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Stark

…

Irises represent faith, hope, courage, wisdom and admiration.

A bouquet of blue iris blossoms speaks of hope and faith.

They were planted over the graves of women and men to summon the Goddess Iris to guide the dead in their journey.

…

He heads home. It’s almost 12:00.

May sits on the dining table, lights on and eyebrows furrowed. She’s anxious, and scared. He enters the room, ripping the mask of his face, exhausted, he stands in front of her.

“May,” He croaks out, throat parched and hurting.

“I’m sorry.” He pauses and whispers the last part and both are silent, they stay there, awake at 12:01 am in their apartment in Queens and restless – and the whole city feels like it’s fading away – slipping away ever so quietly from their fingers.

She stands up, scraping the chair against the ground, disrupting the silence. She walks towards him and wraps her arms around his body – gently, like wrapping a china set – he feels her warmth, like in a moment of epiphany he wraps his arms around her body – securing their unspoken apologies and promises – and Peter breaks, her china set gives in to the pressure and small cracks turn into big ones and he eventually just breaks, the sobs rake his body and her hands try to hold the pieces together.

They sink to the floor, both trying their hardest to hold themselves together and not break away from their embrace.

The sobs become louder and the harder it is to hold the pieces together in her hands.

…

They’re both collapsing, trying to hold the weight of the world in their hands, forgetting that two hands will never be enough. Forgetting that the universe doesn’t always understand when to stop taking away, when to stop hurting.

So, they both collapse on to the kitchen floor in their apartment in Queens and they swear to god the city stopped.

The cars in the distance stopped hollering and honking, the lights stopped illuminating, dimming down. The police sirens – quiet and the beat of their hearts – forgotten.

And in that moment, they hope that the universe is listening.

…

Don’t ever be quiet

Don’t ever stop listening

Because the ocean is still whispering

When the shells aren’t listening

…

Part 3 ; It’ll feel better when it stops hurting

Hope you like the story!!

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adam-levineyard · 5 years

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It's been really fucking long

So, I have not really been active these last years and stuff, and i don't even know how to begin unpacking all this shit.

Anyways, after the whole student exhange thing i got seriously depressed for about a year and a half or so. I started drinking too much, not caring enough about anything besides work to cope with it. Back in 2017 i was planning on running off with the (now i realize) little money I had saved. Ended up getting black-out-drunk as shit at my best friend’s bday party and confessing some really fucking nasty thoughts to both him and my parents between sobs and retches. I was at my lowest and started having some really bad ideas. I just wanted everything to stop. Anyways I kinda got better or something.

Until nearing the end of last year. Got really stressed out at work and drinking a lot again, ended up getting black-out-drunk again at work's christmas party. We went clubbing or something with the really wealthy owner. Everything was on the house. I don't know how I got back home barefeet, beaten, bruised, sobbing, with a bloody nose and dog bites all over my leg. Next morning I had no ID or money in my wallet. My calf has couple puncture scars that you can pinch and feel like you’re grabbing a bowling ball.

And so it goes. Every 8 months or so I have some sort of breakdown or something, stop drinking altogether, get confident and careless again, and repeat the whole fucking thing. Last one was about a month or so. My last two gigs were as head bartender at an 80 seating capacity restaurant , then got stolen to a 600 capacity one. I get really obsessed and stress out a lot at work, it’s pretty normal in the restaurant industry. Started pulling two weeks straight with no days off and lots of overtime or doubles with no extra pay. Took some regular hours for about a week, then pulled the same shit again, but this time it was 3 weeks straight. Started overreaching myself, not doing things right, some national bigshot boss came over and realized the waiters were stealing from my stocks or charging customers extra and asked for my non-existent inventories, which I could not do cause I was very fucking busy making sure the bar was not left unnatended. She made me cry out of frustration and shame in front of everyone right there on the bar. Got drunk again, pulled the same shit over and quit about two weeks ago.

I was scouted for that restaurant. A Diageo World Class twice-participant saw me at the other bar I was working at, realized I'm fucking great (cause I actually am a fucking great bartender, mind you) and pretty much stole me from my modest 80 capacity bar to a whopping 600 one. His name’s Bernardo, and he’s the national head bartender for the whole restaurant chain, Palomino’s. They have seven outposts spread out in the country. I worked alongside him for two weeks and learned tons in that short time, then he returned to Mexico City, and we remained in contact. We got along great, he was the first and only bartender I met that knew what a fucking Sazerac was, or that also enjoyed Fernet Branca. Before he left, he passed on his bar blade to me. He had it for seven years.

I did my fair share, I saw that we made it through Mother's and Father's day and event after event. The local managers realized I would work as many hours as needed and latched on to it. At some point they chastised me at a meeting for accepting overtime pay, ever since I returned every extra cent whenever (if ever) I got a little extra on my paycheck. I eventually burned myself out and when I quit, they ended up begging me not to go for 10 days straight ‘til my last day. The managers even promised to send me to the Guadalajara and Mexico City outposts that we had so that I could grow as a bartender. Pretty much petty lies so I would pull a couple weeks more of extra shifts during this holiday season but I didn't buy it. I never talked to Bernardo about quitting, I just had to get out, whenever we talked he told me he considered me a friend. But I didn’t want to let him down. But I know I did and I'm probably dead to him. I never talked to him again. He even sent me a couple messages asking me if I had my submission ready for a couple international competitions. I haven't even opened those messages, I think he blocked me.

But I know how he thinks, cause we do think alike. I had a friend there who was head bartender before I was, they had me take over for him. He started burning out and they made me boss. He got depressed and told me about it. Asked for a day off to sort his feelings out and stuff. I knew how he felt so I ok’d it. He skipped work for three days straight. I spoke with Berna about it, and tried to soften the whole thing cause the other guy was my friend, as in like, “what should I do? I mean I’ve felt like that before and I know how it feels so I don’t wanna be too harsh or something” but he just cut me off and told me it was a load of bullshit and that he was gonna make him go tipless for 2 months, and warned me about pulling that kind of shit myself. And you know, I get him. I get it. Cause we do think alike. In this industry you can’t afford that kind of shit, you either suck it up or go fuck yourself. So when i realized that I was burning out I decided to call it quits before I let them down even further. To be completely honest, I loved the fact that they begged me to stay, promised me growth and promotion at bigger and better cities and a “a pressure free enviroment” as long as stayed for the holidays. I was under the impression that I was doing a horrible job, apparently not so much. The moment I decided to leave they started looking for replacements. As in plural. One barkeep leaves, two openings are posted.

Anyways, this was not supposed to be such a depressing entry. I’m actually kinda sought after tbh, A couple friends from other bars had tried to swipe me from that bar, the owner at the bar they stole me from tried to lure me in again with promises of paying me bartending schools at New York and shit (he’s got the money but he usually doesnt put it where his mouth is, although apparently I was one of his favorites, the maitre’d told me he heard him order the manager to “look after me and keep me happy” while I was there so yeah). And you know, the whole begging-me-to-stay-shit at Palomino’s.

One of my closest friends and his gf actually put in a good word about me at the university they teach at, and I was offered to teach bartending to the culinary students there. Honestly, I do know a lot. Like, a l o t . But you know me, I’m shy as shit and don’t do well in front of crowds, so my classes haven’t really been tip-top. But I’m working on it. They’re twice a week so I haven’t given more than three classes to both groups. Group B seems to like me though, but i think I bore Group A. The rest of my time I’ve dedicated to resting a bit for once, and this week I started kickboxing, so let’s see how that goes. I’m hoping it makes me a bit more assertive. I always struggle to speak my mind at work mostly because you get a motley crew of misfits working at restaurants, so I’ve been threatened with an ass kicking more than twice whenever I get aggressive at work (which i surprisingly often do). I’m also doing it for fitness, and a sense of progression and achievement. I’m doing kinda well, but that happens with every breakdown-cycle-thing. Hoping third time’s the charm.

#anyways #back with the old fashioned shitposting

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