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mercy-burning · 3 years

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I’ve Got You

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: An embarrassed Reader accepts a swimming lesson from Spencer Category: FLUFF / SMUT ending (will be specified before it splits) Warnings: Language, fluffy smut at the end Word Count: 5.5k

Full Request: “...For your 1k celebration, I was wondering if you could write a fic where Spencer teaches reader how to swim, and then smut happens? Congratulations for 1k btw 🥰!” — @jareauswifey

***EDITED: 7/23/2021***

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NOTE: Fun fact: I don’t know how to swim either, so this was incredibly fun to write and I can’t wait for you guys to read it!

Also, the more I wrote this the more it became absolutely fluffy, but since there was a request for smut, I wrote it in as an extra ending. So the majority of this is still fluffy, and there’s a good, solid end for those who don’t/can’t read smut. But the smut is added at the end for those who want it. Totally up to you! I hope y’all really enjoy this one!!

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"Wait, she dragged you into the pool?"

"She didn't... drag me, she pulled me in."

"Look, no matter how you say it, Pretty Boy, the fact of the matter is, you ended up making out with a movie star in her pool. I call that a win."

While everyone in the bullpen was laughing, you found yourself distanced from the conversation, definitely not thrilled about the idea of re-living the case you'd just worked. And you loved Garcia as much as the next person, but this was one of those times you wished she wasn't so adamantly curious about everyone's personal lives.

"Look, it's not even a big deal, okay, people... kiss each other in pools all the time," Reid got out quickly, also not very thrilled about this conversation. "I mean, you've all done it, right?"

Garcia, Morgan, Elle, and JJ all recounted quickly a few times they'd experienced it, and you were hoping desperately that they wouldn't ask you, since you'd stayed quiet pretty much the whole time, immersing yourself in paperwork (or so you made them believe; you were really just trying not to think about how sad this whole situation made you).

But, of course, it was not your week.

"What about you, Y/N?" Garcia asked. You looked up to see all of your friends looking at you expectantly, and you felt like you could have cried right then and there.

"O—oh, um... I haven't... done that before."

You wanted to smack the smile off Morgan's face when he said, "Oh, so you're telling me Pretty Boy's got Pretty Girl beat in something for once?"

"That's... That's not true, he beats me at everything," you countered, already feeling your face get warm. "Look, it isn't a big deal. It's just not something I've ever done before, and there's nothing wrong with that."

"Never said there was... Why are you getting so defensive?"

The teasing tone in his voice made everything worse, especially since he knew about your huge crush on Reid. He was the first one to point it out, and you swore him to secrecy. And now, he was threatening to expose you, and you wanted to tackle him, even though you were positive you wouldn't get very far.

"I'm not defensive! I just... I haven't kissed anyone in a pool before, and Reid's right, you guys are acting like it's a big deal when it isn't, that's all."

"Well, how come?" Morgan pressed.

"How come it's not a big deal?"

"No, how come you haven't done it?"

That settled it. You were going to deck him in the face the first chance you got.

"Because... I... I can't swim."

You'd said it so quietly, completely embarrassed over the fact, but everyone still was able to hear you.

"You can't?" Elle asked, obviously amused.

"No," you stated firmly, crossing your arms and huffing, a strand of your hair blowing away from your face as you did so. "Before you ask why, I just always had other things to do growing up, and I never bothered to learn. And there's nothing wrong with that either, by the way."

You refused to look at your friends as they took in all this information about you, and by this point you couldn't wait to go home. In fact, you were thinking about leaving right now, to save yourself from further embarrassment.

But then, of freaking course, Derek Morgan had to say something.

"Hey, maybe Reid could teach you how."

The second you were alone with him, he was dead meat.

Your face was even warmer now, and you wanted nothing more than to hide, maybe under the desk, though perhaps a hole in the ground in the middle of nowhere sounded more satisfying. Hell, anything sounded more satisfying than being here right now.

"Ha-ha," you laughed instead, trying to play it off like a joke-suggestion. "I'm sure Reid has better things to do with his time than teaching a woman in her twenties how to swim."

"Are you kidding me, Reid never has anything better to do with his time," Morgan countered, earning a few chuckles from the room.

You rolled your eyes and started to gather your things. You were going to decline and say goodnight, but before you could someone spoke up.

"I—if it's something you really wanted to learn, I could... I wouldn't mind teaching you the basics... or something."

As much as you didn't want to look at Reid in that moment, you did it anyway, because you had to make sure he was being serious. To make sure you'd heard that right.

"What?" you asked quietly.

"Well... You are always saying how we should hang out more. Maybe... it would be a good idea?"

You had said that. But that was before. You know, when you were starting to grow your confidence around him. When you were finally starting to grow the guts to ask him out on a date. Before he started kissing movie stars in pools...

Now all that confidence had been shattered, and you felt smaller than you'd ever been, embarrassed and incredibly babied at your inability to fucking swim.

All of this should have nudged you to say, "no". It should have saved you from making any rash decisions, but...

The way Reid was looking at you, so genuine in that kind way of his, you could have sworn he was begging you to say, "yes".

Or maybe that was your crush talking.

Whatever the case, it was that stupid crush that pushed all reason out of your brain and made you agree.

"O—okay. Why not?"

Your friends clapped, Reid smiled at you, and you could practically feel Morgan's burning Gotcha! look all the way from the other side of the room.

What were you getting yourself into?

***

You almost thought about bailing. There was no way you were going to survive this! Not only was it embarrassing enough that you couldn't swim, but now the guy you have the biggest crush on was going to teach you how? You were going to have to see him, wet, and he was going to have to see you in a swimsuit, and he was probably going to touch you, too.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—

You were about to call Reid and tell him you weren't feeling well, but just as you got out your phone, he showed up in front of you, walking into the pool room at the hotel you were staying at for the weekend. Neither of you had a pool, and to avoid further embarrassment on your part, he offered to rent a room for the weekend so you could use the pool when no one else would be there. In theory it was a good idea, but in actuality it was an awful idea, because now not only did you have to take swimming lessons from your crush, but you were sharing a room with him for the weekend as well.

It was your worst nightmare.

"Hey! I—I got here a little earlier than planned, so I wasn't gonna wait here that long, and I... Never mind. I'm sorry. Hello." Great, now I'm rambling... Good start, Y/N...

Reid laughed a little, setting down a bag. "Hi, Y/N. Are you still sure you want to do this? I know... I kind of pushed it on you last minute, and—"

"No! I'm... It's probably something I should learn at some point anyway... Better get it done now while I can, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. So, uh... You want to get started?"

You turned to the pool, gesturing with your arms. "Lead the way, Genius."

He laughed a little and made his way to the water, and you took a deep breath as you followed behind, hoping you wouldn't make a bigger fool of yourself than you already had.

Reminding yourself to breathe and stay cool, you reluctantly and very slowly made your way into the water, staying close to the edges even though you were tall enough to stand with the water sitting safely at your chest. You'd been in pools before, but always just like this, at the edge. Your friends growing up were always supportive in your decision not to do anything more, even though they'd offered multiple times to teach you, but the truth was that you were quite afraid of being in deep water.

You were never going to tell them that, though. You weren't even sure you wanted to tell Spencer. But you supposed that if he was really going to teach you how to swim, you'd have to come clean.

Just... Not right now.

"Hmm... Okay, so I'm thinking for now I should teach you how to float."

Shit.

"Um... O—kay..."

He could tell you were nervous, it was obvious by the sympathetic way he looked at you and tilted his head. "I know it's probably intimidating because you don't know how to swim, but floating is actually pretty easy."

He then proceeded to lean back and float on his back. His head was tilted so he could still look at you, and he looked serene. Calm. And supportive, as he said, "There's nothing to it, all you have to do is lean back and just let your body relax. It might feel like you're starting to sink a little, but you won't."

"WhywouldyoutellmethatohmyGod," you squeaked, leaning out and holding very tightly to the edge of the pool. The panic you outwardly exuded was just about the most embarrassing thing you could have done, and it only made you feel worse, shutting your eyes tightly and regretting every life choice youd ever made.

Reid was suddenly beside you, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you jumped, making him retreat. "Y/N, hey. Look at me."

You didn't want to. God, you wanted to do anything else. You would have rather floated in the water.

But you did it anyway, refusing to make things worse.

His face was just as soft as his touch, and even though you had nothing to worry about, you felt like you were going to cry.

"Are you... afraid of the water?" It wasn't mean or mocking. It was a genuine, concerned observation, and that somehow made it even worse.

"Y—yes," you choked out, feeling your throat start to tighten.

"Why did you agree to do this, then? I... I'm still more than happy to help you, but if you're afraid, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I won't make you..."

"I know that, I just... You were practically begging to teach me how to swim, and I didn't want to make you sad," you joked hoping it would lighten the mood and keep you from actually shedding any tears.

Thankfully he laughed, and it made you laugh right along with him, some of your troubles easing and the tightness in your throat letting up just a little. The two of you were silent for a few beats before you reached out with one hand and grabbed his, taking a deep breath and nodding.

"Okay. I'm ready to let you teach me how to float. I promise I won't... freak out this time."

He looked down at your hand on his for a second, something changing in his eyes before he looked back up. "Are you sure?"

No. "Yes."

"Okay... Do you... want to stay here by the edge?"

You scoffed. "Where else would we go?"

"Um... Never mind, we'll stay here. Just um... Come here?"

You laughed a little at the fact that he didn't get that you were joking, and then let go of the ledge with your other hand, pulling yourself towards him and letting him get closer. His hands gently held onto your arms as your feet planted themselves on the pool floor. The proximity was surprisingly calming, considering your outburst just a minute earlier, and you were thankful for that.

Despite all the mess, things weren't nearly as bad as you'd imagined they'd be.

"Okay," Spencer said, nodding slightly. "I'm going to float first. I want you to keep your hands pressed up under my back, okay?"

"But... don't you already know how to float? What do you need me for?"

"I'm demonstrating how light your body weight is while you're in water. See, when I go back like this..."

That was your cue. He leaned back just like he had before, and your hands moved, laying your palms out to lay under his back as instructed. You instantly understood what he meant, because he started to sink a little, and when you lifted him up, it was like he weighed nothing.

"So, even if you do start to sink, I'll be right there to keep you steady. You'll be just fine," he reassured, standing up again. You removed your hands and smiled at him, already feeling better about this.

"Okay. How do I... Go back? Do I just..."

"Oh, uh... Here," he offered, reaching out his arms. You walked into them, and instantly felt your heartbeat pick up when he wrapped them around you, the two of you closer than you'd ever been.

"I'm going to lay you on your back, okay? I've got you."

You nodded, unable to form any words. And when he leaned your body back into the water, you were suddenly aware of all he could see.

Warmth flooded through you as you looked up at him, his hands planting themselves firmly under your back. Your bare back. One of them was pressed against the tie on your upper back, and immediately your mind went there, imagining his fingers deftly untying the knot and letting your bathing top come undone. Your heart raced faster and faster, and it was becoming harder to relax.

"Y/N, it's okay," Spencer said, snapping you out of it. "I'm right here. I'm not going to let you go, okay?"

"Okay," you whispered. "I trust you."

"I'm gonna start letting you go, okay? Just relax your muscles, take nice, calm breaths, and let everything go. Just... float."

His words were soft and whispered, so light it was like in a past life they were dandelion seeds floating in the wind on a warm summer day. You closed your eyes and focused on that image, the white fluff floating in a field, and your body started to relax.

"That's it," you barely heard Spencer's voice as you drifted off. Everything was light, airy, and... non-existent.

You weren't sure how long you stayed like that, but eventually you realized that there was nothing holding you up anymore. Nothing was there to ground you, to keep you steady.

Your heart leapt out of your chest, and you gasped, flailing and you felt your face start to go under as a result. "No!" you screamed, suddenly panicked.

Almost as quickly as the panic set in, Spencer's arms were wrapped around you again, pulling you from under the water and into his body. Your arms instantly clung to his neck, trying to pull yourself up and away from the water, where it couldn't drown you.

"Y/N, hey, I've got you. It's okay, I'm right here. You're okay..."

"I'm done," you breathed, trying to calm yourself. "Can we be done?"

"Yes, we can be done," he said back softly, using one of his hands to stroke the wet hair from your face.

Despite your urgency to be done, however, you stayed like that, wrapped up in him for what felt like forever. His hand continued stroking your hair and his lips continued to whisper sweet words of encouragement and praise. Gradually your breathing slowed to a steady pace, and you almost forgot where you were again. At least until he spoke up.

"Are you okay?"

You lifted your head back to look into his eyes, managing to get out a quick, "Uh huh," even as your breath caught in your throat. The way he was looking at you with such concern and sweetness sent a course of butterflies through your stomach. They migrated out towards your chest, accompanying your heartbeat in a quick, thundering pace that only seemed to get faster when his hand grazed your cheek.

Against your better judgement, your eyes fluttered closed, and you savored the feeling of his hands on you. The one brushed down your cheek and over your neck and collarbone, while the other found purchase against your lower back, his thumb rubbing comforting circles just above the hemline of your swim bottoms.

You felt his forehead touch yours and audibly gasped, clinging tighter to his neck and refusing to open your eyes.

"I've got you," he said so softly you weren't even sure you heard it at all. "I've always got you. Can you plant your feet down?"

You were still close enough to the edge of the pool that you knew you could, but in all honesty you'd forgotten you were even there. The sheer panic that came with floating on your own made you feel like you were in the middle of the ocean, and if he hadn't told you otherwise, you would have believed it to be true.

"I can," you answered truthfully. "But I don't want to."

With your foreheads pressed together still, you opened your eyes to find him staring at you, and it was sheer sparkling amusement you found swimming in his gaze as he spoke.

"Then don't."

You weren't sure who moved first. The next thing you knew, your lips were pressed together, and it was all you could take not to simply absorb into him. Which... of course, you practically did anyway. Because of the water, he lifted you to him with ease, giving you a better angle to cling to him since you'd done it so frantically before.

Your lips moved together without a care in the world, the two of you taking your time to just feel the moment. The tender, caring way in which he reciprocated and explored your kiss was almost as butterfly-inducing as all the simple looks he'd thrown your way and the gentle tone he always took with you.

It was almost as if he liked you back.

The thought made you pull away, breathless and dizzy, and the sheer look of contentment, followed by immense panic that set on Spencer's face brought you back to real life.

"I'm sorry," he rushed. "I... Y/N, I..."

Knowing you were already in too deep, you stopped him. "I like you."

He was silent. Frozen. And then, simply, "What?"

You sighed. "I... I like you. I have a crush on you. And I've had a crush on you pretty much from the moment we met. And I... I was trying to find the courage to tell you, and then the thing with Lila Archer happened and I wasn't even... like, she's so pretty, and she can swim, obviously, and I just felt like a total loser after that case, and so when you said you—"

Your words were cut off when he kissed you again, and you'd never been so surprised. Well, save for the panic you felt while floating in the water on your own just a few minutes ago, you supposed...

Though you were inclined to say this surprise was much better.

He pulled away after a few seconds, searching your eyes. "I like you, too," he said quietly.

"Y—You do?"

"Well, of course I do. You're... You're smart, and you're beautiful, a—and you're really good at swimming..."

You laughed. Hard. And Spencer laughed right along with you, until the two of you were just there, smiling at each other. And eventually, you ended up kissing each other again, just as you had before.

Only this time, your kisses got deeper. With every second, the two of you became more hungry, the low and soft moans coming from the bass of your throat urging him to become bolder.

Rather than holding you up by your back, he lowered his hands, gently over your butt and hooking under your thighs as your legs clung around his waist. Your arms still stayed around his neck, only now your fingers weaved through the hair at the nape of it, and when you tugged a little, he moaned into your mouth.

You didn't know how you got there, but all of a sudden, your back was pressed up against the edge of the pool, and you used that leverage to let go of his neck and let your hands roam freely, over his arms and down his chest.

But eventually the two of you had to come up for air, so you broke apart reluctantly, both panting and smiling like fools.

"So, is, uh... is this a hobby of yours?" you asked. "Making out with girls in pools?"

Spencer laughed, pressing his forehead to yours. "Only recently, but... I think this time is the only one that really counts."

He nuzzled his nose against yours and you laughed, feeling completely warm all over and suddenly thankful for not being able to swim.

***NSFW ENDING BELOW***

Now it was just... weird. Maybe that wasn't the right word, but it definitely was a weird feeling.

You'd both showered separately, barely saying a word to each other in between that wasn't awkward mumbling... And now you were sleeping in separate beds, faced away from each other, and you were pretty sure that neither of you were actually awake.

It had been like that for hours.

You weren't positive of how he was feeling right now, but you were still on fire. His kisses had burned you in a way that still lingered, even after taking a warm shower to clean the chlorine from your body, and a small cold shower to refresh you and quell the heat you were feeling that was no doubt a product of him.

Because nothing ever seemed to work out in your favor, it obviously hadn't worked.

So there you were, trying and failing to sleep, hyperaware of Spencer sleeping(?) in the bed next to yours, pressing your fingers to your lips and hoping you could recover from this.

You... liked each other, though... You'd both admitted it, mutually agreed that the feelings were there on both sides, and you happily kissed one another. A lot.

So why was this feeling so weird? Why was everything awkward? Maybe it was just a byproduct of your awkwardness and his combining, rather than cancelling each other out and creating a perfect match. Maybe it wouldn't last, because you'd always heard that opposites attracted, and as far as you could tell, you and Spencer Reid were anything but opposite.

The thought made you curl into a ball, all the awkwardness you were feeling suddenly dissolving into a sorrow and worry that had never nagged you like this before. The burning your body had felt before seemed to cool, leaving you numb and hollow.

But then, a beam of light through the clouds.

"Y/N?"

"Y—yeah?" you said back, matching his near-whisper.

"I know we have our own beds, but... I... I was wondering i—if maybe you'd want... to sleep in mine? With me?"

Maybe it was pathetic and desperate, but you didn't answer. You got up from your bed—practically leapt— and met him in a few strides, getting in under the covers and laying down, facing him in the dark your eyes had adjusted to.

He was smiling, half triumphant and half amused at your eagerness. "Can't sleep either?"

"No," you said quietly, still searching what little of his eyes you could see. "I... Truthfully, I think I just missed being close to you."

"Me, too," he whispered, scooting closer.

His hands were tentative in touching you, but you gently gripped his wrist and guided it to your waist, where it firmly rested and brought warmth back into your veins. Even through the fabric of your tee shirt, his touch burned hot, and it was everything you needed.

But it wasn't everything you got.

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, and it burned just as hotly. It made you scoot even closer, until your chests were practically flush and your arms rested firmly around his neck again, making him smile. You felt it against your forehead, and that alone was enough to fully bring you back to life.

You wanted more. Just being close to him wasn't enough anymore. So you stretched a little and found your way to his neck, pressing soft kisses under his jaw. The grip on your waist tightened a little, and it urged you forward, strengthening your kisses and even encouraging you to get in a few licks and bites.

He stuttered your name, and you pulled back, looking at his face. But before you could say anything, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss that could only be described as pure desperation. You sighed against him and purely relented as he pulled you closer. Instinctively your leg lifted and wrapped around his, the tangle of limbs and lips becoming second nature in no time.

Before, when you were kissing in the pool, you were careful to avoid the teeth accidentally clanking together or the accidental tongue slip, afraid of ruining the sweet moment you were sharing, but all caution was thrown to the wind this time. You were both so desperate to be near one another that you welcomed every imperfection. In fact, it's like they weren't even imperfections at all.

At one point, you all but grinded your lower half into him, warmth flooding there, now, too.

And it seemed he was feeling the same...

You could tell he wanted to pull back, to explain himself, but you didn't care. You wanted it just as badly, so you did the only thing that felt natural and shifted, straddling his waist and deepening your kiss.

In no time, he gathered your hair in his hands, sweeping it away from your face and tucking it behind your ear as you slowly moved your hips. The groan he let slip was just about the most delicious sound you'd ever heard, the grandest thing you'd ever felt, and you wanted to hear it again, over and over until your last breath.

And then you felt him grow harder underneath you, and the mere implications of that sent you into a tailspin.

"Y/N," Spencer said softly, and you paused, leaning back a little and combing through his hair with your fingers. It was still damp from the shower.

"Do... Do you not want to?" you asked sweetly. "We don't... we don't have to tonight. O—or at all, if you don't want to."

"Oh, no I do, it's... just that I didn't know if you wanted to. And I don't... have a whole lot of experience with sex, a—and I didn't want to... I don't know, be bad."

With a small laugh, you leaned down and kissed his cheek. "I'm with you, Spencer Reid. Nothing could ever be bad."

"You're just saying that," he said, though you could hear the smile in his voice.

"I mean it. You make me feel safe, and I... I trust you."

He kissed you then, gently one second and then hungrily the next, and it was all too much to bear. So you grabbed his face and kissed him back, as hard as you could, and he matched your energy by lightly bucking his hips up towards you. The feeling sent a shockwave through you, and even elicited a whine from the back of your throat.

The two of you kept at that for a good five minutes or so before you decided it was, again, all too much. You pulled away from him and sat up, still straddling his hips. And while looking down at him, seeing him breathe as steadily as he could, you brought your hands to the hem of your shirt and slowly yanked it over your head, revealing yourself to him and welcoming the warmth that bloomed through you at his reaction.

His eyes widened and his breathing faltered, and even though it was dim, you could have sworn you'd seen a pink tint paint his cheeks.

"Touch me," you whispered suddenly, the urgency surprising even yourself. Without hesitation, Spencer reached out as far as he could and gripped your bare waist. His thumbs swiped gently up the front of your stomach, and then you leaned down a bit, giving him full access.

The second his hands brushed over your bare chest, you sighed out, small pricks of pleasure beaming through your whole body. Your hands reached down to anchor yourself, landing on his chest and gripping his shirt. He kneaded your breasts first, feeling them out and getting used to how they weighed in his hands, and then he slid them over, brushing the pads of his thumbs over your nipples.

You leaned down and kissed him then, gripping his shirt and lifting it until he understood what you were trying to do.

Both of your clothes came off one by one, and by the time you were both fully naked, time seemed to slow. You both marveled at each other, pressed soft kisses to each inch of bare skin, and inevitably prepared for what you both wanted most.

He slipped on a condom, fumbling an explanation of how Morgan gave it to him after the case in LA, and you laughed, promising to give him a piece of your mind later.

And then, you wrapped yourself around him once more. Only, rather than in the pool, he was sitting up in the bed, leaning against the headboard while your arms rested on his shoulders and your legs clung to his waist.

You sunk onto him slowly, gasping out at how full he made you feel. Every millimeter deeper was slowly splitting you from the inside out, and it was... God, it was everything. Especially as he wrapped his arms around your back, making those comforting circles with his thumbs again, and whispering, "I've got you," over and over again.

By the time he was as deep inside you as he could be, you were breathing into his neck, kissing him there and trying to catch your breath. It had been so long since the last time you'd done this, and now that it was happening, and with Spencer of all people, you were overwhelmed in the best way possible.

Once you were ready, you started moving, slowly lifting your hips and bringing them back down. Until, eventually, you found a slow, searing rhythm that had you panting against his skin.

A low groan left his throat when you clenched around him, and it spurred you on. With another tight squeeze, you quickened your pace just a little, and everything was starting to build.

"Y/N... Y/N, fuck..."

His words were few and far between, but they were laced with just the right amount of wonderment and desire, sending another swarm of butterflies all throughout your entire body.

"Say it again," you breathed desperately in his ear, gripping his shoulders as you clenched around him again. "Say my name, please..."

And he did. It was the sweetest thing you'd ever heard, better than your favorite song, and the only thing you wanted to hear for the rest of your life. He said it again and again, thrown into a mix of expletives and little whimpers that all meshed together to form your new favorite song.

You reciprocated, whimpering out his name when his hips lifted in time with yours, hitting something deeper within you that sent you flying into your own world.

"Kiss me," he pleaded, his hands pressing so firmly into your back you thought they'd leave handprints.

It was a plea you wouldn't deny even if you were able. You kissed him deeply, gladly welcoming the soft push of his tongue against yours and the little sounds he offered. You returned each and every one of them as your body knotted, that imminent feeling of tension starting to rise within every part of you.

He must have felt it, too, because one of his hands reached over and slid in between your bodies, looking for and then finding your clit. His middle finger made easy circles that brought you closer and closer until you snapped, tightening around him—your arms and your legs included.

You cried out against his mouth, and he breathed a final, "I've got you, baby," that shattered your world as you shattered around him. He fell closely behind, and you relished the feeling of him tensing and twitching inside of you.

As your heartbeats slowed, and your breathing right along with it, you slumped against him, your foreheads resting gently against one another. He kissed you sweetly, and you returned it, feeling yourself become more at ease the longer you stayed there.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, still catching his breath. "Can you move?"

Recalling the moment in the pool earlier, you laughed a little, nudging his nose with yours and promptly answering, "I can. But I don't want to."

With a smile, Spencer hugged you closer and let you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

"Then don't."

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xxbangchansidedishxx · 3 years

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Needy- I.N X Hyunjin

Plot: I.N is curious and opens a fanfiction about him and his best friend. This leads to him getting very flustered and fucking himself... but what happens when Hyunjin overhears?

Jeongin:

Jeongin lay in bed, everything was quiet. Just peaceful. But for some reason no matter how hard he tried he could not fall asleep. The silence around him was interrupted when he heard a loud ping come from his phone. Well since he is already awake he might as well check what it is. After unlocking his phone he comes to see that it's a new post from a tumblr account he follows. Jeongin was no stranger to tumblr, ever since he became an idol he was always interested in what fans had to say about him, so much so that he decided to make undercover social media accounts. But this time the post seemed different, he was greeted with a long page of writing and a title that read ' I.N X Hyunjin fanfiction' . Of course he had heard of fanfiction but he never actually read any. His curiosity got the better of him and his tired eyes began to scan the words on the page, his cheeks flushing red.

The story:

Hyunjin's tongue swirled around the youngers nipple, earning soft whimpers and moans. This only encouraged him more. His hips began to grind against the maknae's clearly hard cock, the friction making him squirm and beg for more.

Jeongin:

As story I.N was getting topped by his best friend he could feel his own cock growing. Of course he had thought about this happening. I mean who couldn't? Hyunjin was undeniably attractive, his long soft hair, his sweet voice and plump lips. Everything about him draws you in. But nothing could happen. It's his best friend, he shouldn't be thinking this way. The younger boys imagination was going wild with thoughts of the older man teasing him and making him beg for more, that's when he realised how uncomfortably tight his boxers were. This is so embarrassing. He thought to himself. He had never gotten himself off before. He felt too shameful to even touch himself, even more so now that it was his own best friend making him feel these things.

Soft whimpers left desperate lips as he grinded his erection into his mattress. Ugh fuck it. He couldn't take this anymore. He kicked the restrictive material off and grabbed his sensitive cock that was slick with pre cum. Slowly he moved his hand up and down gasping at the new sensation, he trailed a hand up his chest to toy with his nipples, thoughts about Hyunjin getting dirtier and dirtier by the second. The walls are so thin but he's struggling to keep quiet. He bites onto his pillow desperately trying to muffle the noises that were leaving his mouth.

As hard as he tried to keep the noise down Hyunjin had already heard everything. He lay in his bed next door with his own cock growing hard. He imagined the younger right next door to him with his head thrown back in pleasure. His chest rising heavily and his lips parted and tinted red from biting them so hard to hold back moans. What could have even gotten him so worked up at this time anyway? Then Hyunjin realised. They had spoke about this not so long ago. I.N had never even touched himself before. The week prior the two had been playing never have I ever and they found out that the maknae was even more innocent than they had thought.

This turned the older man on even more. The fact that just next door his best friend is touching himself for the first time. All these new thoughts and feelings rushing through his head.

At this point his cock was achingly hard.

"Ugh mm fuck H-Hyunjinnie."

What was that? Did he seriously moan my name? The man thought to himself.

He couldn't take this anymore. Quietly he made his way to Jeongin's room.

Through a crack in his slightly open door he could see him. His widened eyes fixed on the youngers leaking cock, then to his flushed face with dark hair tossled and stuck to his forehead with sweat. Taking a deep breath he stepped into his room, that's when he noticed him.

But what makes it even worse is that when he opened his eyes a moan of the elders name left his lips.

His face turned crimson with embarrassment before he jumped under his covers trying to hide his exposed body.

"Hyunjin what the fuck!" He yelped in surprise.

The elder just smirked and sat on the edge of his bed.

"What were you doing hm Innie?" His soft voice taunted.

"Isn't it obvious what I was doing?" The younger whined.

"Rather, yes. But I want you to say it with your words Innie."

He smirked as he saw the boy get even redder.

His reply came as a weak whisper.

"I- I was touching myself."

"What were you thinking of?"

Jeongin buried his head in his pillow.

"I was thinking of you"

Hyunjin didn't need to hear anymore.

In one quick motion he took the cover of the shy man causing him to Yelp.

"Ssh baby, I'm gonna help you with your little problem."

He shuddered and bit his lip in anticipation as Hyunjin attached his plump lips to the Youngers sensitive neck leaving soft kisses along the skin.

After a while he began to attack his sweet spot making him pant uncontrollably.

"P-please Hyunjin."

"Patience baby."

Moving down to his chest, Hyunjin trailed bright red hickys leading to his hard nipples before taking one into his mouth and lapping his tongue around the sensitive bud.

Pornographic noises filled the room. Whining, panting, the sound of the elders wet lips hungrily sucking at the youngers nipples.

Gripping the sheets beneath him for some sort of composure Jeongin whined out.

"H-Hyunjin please."

He was too embarrassed to finish his sentence.

"Please what baby?."

Hyunjin looked up at the boy with lust filled eyes.

"Please touch my cock Hyunjinnie."

His face flushed red once again as Hyunjin chuckled and made his way lower down.

Slowly licking across his tip tasting the saltiness and rolling his tongue around it, savouring every whimper that came from the youngers body. At this rate he was going to cum untouched, the noises coming from the man beneath him were almost too much to handle. Trailing hands down to his own cock he began to stoke it at an almost painfully slow pace. Tears left his dark eyes as he took the rest of the boys cock down his throat gagging slightly as it choked him. He began to whimper around his cock in delight as the boy began to buck his hips signalling that he was close.

Just as his cock began to twitch in the elders mouth he pulled off with a loud pop.

"Ugh Jinnie f- what I-" I.N complained between pants.

Hyunjin just chuckled.

"Turn around baby. This will feel even better. Trust me."

Jeongin did as he was told and got onto his hands and knees, arching his back.

His cheeks flushed red as he felt his best friend spread his ass apart admiring his tight hole.

He forced his fingers into the bottoms mouth to cover them with salava before rubbing two slowly against his entrance.

"Have you ever had anything in here before baby boy?"

He asked although he already knew the answer.

He timidly shook his head replying no.

Carefully to not hurt him Hyunjin scissored two fingers slowly into his hole, stretching him out as the boy moaned in pain and pleasure beneath him.

"Does it feel good baby?" He purred, thrusting his fingers at an angle that caused the boy to cry out.

"Hmmm so good Jinnie n-need more."

Hyunjin spat into his own hand and began to stroke his cock, covering it in the slick substance.

Teasingly he rubbed against the entrance before pushing in slowly moaning out at the tightness that surrounded him.

Jeongin whimpered at the size of his best friends cock, the feeling of being filled up made him feel like he was on cloud nine.

His thrusts started slow and steady.

He knew he had to take it easy on him as it was his first time but it took every bone in his body to not just slam into him without any mercy.

"You are taking my cock so well baby. Fuck, feels so good in your tight little ass."

The praise just made Jeongin need more. He grinded his hips down to meet Hyunjin's cock at a faster pace.

"Awe cute, my baby is so needy for daddy's cock."

He picked up the speed wrapping a hand around the younger boys neck as he repeatedly slapped into his prostate.

"Mm f-fuck h-Hyunjin, so good mmh."

He couldn't compose himself anymore.

Profanities left his parted lips as he felt himself reaching his high.

He clenched tightly around the long haired mans cock before releasing with a strangled cry.

The pressure around his cock caused Hyunjin to release inside of the younger man, slowly pulling out as he admired his cum leaking out of the maknae's tight little ass.

The two collapsed panting and whimpering, trying to catch their breath back.

"That was amazing." I.N giggled.

Nuzzling his head against the crook of his best friends neck.

"I never knew our innocent Innie was such a whore in bed!." Hyunjin whispered seductively causing I.N to blush for the hundredth time that night.

"Hey! You are the one that corrupted me."

"Actually if you forgot. You were the one moaning my name and jerking themself off." Hyunjin laughed as a look of horror spread across Jeongin's face.

"I'm tired. Let's sleep idiot."

"Okay whatever you say Innie."

Hyunjin pulled the cover over them before kissing I.N softly on the head.

"Goodnight Innie, I love you."

He whispered. Not long after the two fell asleep in each others embrace.

#skz smut #skz fanfic #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #bxb #kpop smut #kpop fanfiction

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danganronpastories · 4 years

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A day with his boyfriends

( I made this for @kathuichithouda, go to their blog, appreciate them. I hope you enjoy it) The sun was setting over the bright sky, the air cool and waving Fuyuhikos black tie around in the gentle wind. He sighed, walking on the sidewalks, his shoes clomp clomping on the pavement. He looked down at his phone and smiled. His background was a photo he took with his boyfriends. Kazuichi was the one holding the camera, grinning with his shark teeth in full view. Fuyuhiko was in the middle, making a small smile for the picture. Gundham was at the far side, Kazuichi having pulled him in so his face was more surprised then the other two. Fuyuhiko was finally off from work for the weekend and he was excited to see his boyfriends at home. He walked up to his door, their house was moderately sized. Fuyuhiko wanted to get a bigger house for his boyfriends but both of them disagreed. Gundham and Kazuichi had both been brought up in poorer neighborhoods, they had agreed that they wouldn’t be comfortable in a richer house so they got a nice decent house big enough for the three of them, along with all their jobs. As soon as he got in he smelled the faint scent of pumpkin spice candles. Definitely Gundhams work. Fuyuhiko took off his shoes, placing them inside the shiny metal shoe rack. He walked in and looked around, the house was spotless. The dishes were washed and put away, the counters were scrubbed, the oven was shiny, the table was cleaned and decorated with Halloween decorations, the floors were spotless and the couches cushions were on the couch in a decorative fashion. “Jeez Gundham, have you been working all day” Fuyuhiko sighed, a bit worried, Gundham along with everyone in this relationship did tend to overwork himself. Gundham was the one who had lived on his own the longest. With his mom dying at 11 and his family booting him out only a month later. Gundham had to rent a home and make his own living since then, which was his breeding and animal conservationist job. Because of that Gundham was the one who knew the most about cleaning and cooking and keeping a house. “Ahh, Luna come back, you need a bath!” Fuyuhiko perked up at the voice, it was deep and silky, one of his two most favorite voices in the world. A black Labrador puppy came barreling at him, all legs and puppy smiles. Fuyuhiko laughed, picking up the little pup as she licked at his face. Gundham turned the corner, “ah, Fuyuhiko you’re home!” Gundham said joyfully, running up to him. Gundham was in a black band t-shirt, black sweatpants, his bandages, and some bracelets. “It’s nice to see you my dear over lord of ice” Fuyuhiko chuckled, “i’ve noticed the house is very very clean, is that your doing?”. Gundham chuckled, pulling on the ends of his purple scarf. “Yes, our darling inventor of machines has been holed up in his garage all day. I’ve been bringing him meals and cleaning our lair, along with tending to my demon beasts.” Gundham explained, putting Luna down from Fuyuhikos arms. Fuyuhiko shook his head, “Damn babe, I always think you’re fucking exaggerating when you say you’re a busybody. Then at moments like this I’m reminded that you can run around for hours.” Fuyuhiko lectured, starting to reach his hand up to the side of Gundhams head. Fuyuhiko paused, before Gundham nodded. Fuyuhiko started to run his hand through Gundhams hair, his black and white hair was down so it is easier to pet and play with. Gundham eyelids drooped, leaning into Fuyuhikos hand, swaying a bit on his feet. Fuyuhiko smirked and looped his other arm around Gundhams back, lowering him down slightly. Gundhams head slowly fell down to Fuyuhikos shoulders, closing his eyes and nuzzling into the crook of Fuyuhikos neck. Fuyuhiko chuckled, a breathy laugh with tones of pure affection. “You go upstairs, i’ll be back with Kazuichi. I think we all deserve a break” Fuyuhiko softly murmured into Gundhams ear, “You must be tired, just take a break angel, we can all watch movies and be together”. Gundham nodded and got up lazily, stretching, eyes fluttering a bit. “Yes my handsome ball of fire, I think it’s time for a break. I’ll meet you and our darling inventor of machines up in our main chambers.” Gundham spoke in his extravagant tone, sauntering up the stairs with a smile wave. Fuyuhiko huffed, smiling and shaking his head. Fuyuhiko walked casually into the garage attached to the building, it was full of metal contraptions and junk. Fuyuhiko jumped over some metal junk lying on the floor, making a note to remind Kaz to clean up tomorrow. Fuyuhiko walked up behind his boyfriend, who was hunched over the desk, hammering nails into something. “Hey, Kaz. You’ve been working on this fucking contraption all day?” Fuyuhiko asked, finally addressing the pink haired man in the room. “KAHHHHHHHHH!!” Kazuichi screamed, whirling back, launching the hammer, away it flew gracefully..........before smashing a window. Fuyuhiko, who thanked whatever higher power was up there, threw himself to the concrete floor to dodge the hammer time attack. “Holy Fuck! Kaz baby, honey it’s just me, you’re ok.” Fuyuhiko stammered out, mildly shaken up while getting up. Kazuichi was shaking, slowly lowering his hand that had thrown the hammer at mach speeds. “F-fuyuhiko, i’m sorry, I didn’t see you there” Kazuichi stuttered. Fuyuhiko shook his head, “It was my fault, anyway, I’m here to take you away from your work. me, you and Gundham are all gonna take a break and watch some movies.” Fuyuhiko explained, moving a bit closer to take Kazuichis hand. “aww do I have to, I’ve got so much work.” Kaz complained, stamping his foot a bit. Fuyuhiko stood up on his toes, wrapping his arms gently around Kazuichis neck, Kazuichi leaned down. “Yes my love, we’re all gonna take a break, we deserve it” Fuyuhiko huffed, “Now come down here and kiss me, you bubblegum fuck. Kazuichi kissed Fuyuhiko, with dry lips wetted with his tongue. Fuyuhiko ran his hand through Kazuichis cotten candy hair, loving the feeling of the braids between his hands, though it was grossly greasy. Fuyuhiko pulled away, going off his tip toes, “Damn babe, take a shower before you come to bed” Fuyuhiko laughed. Kaz pouted, “But...”, Fuyuhiko frowned, crossing his arms and staring a hole through the oily man. Kazuichi pouted, his shoulders deflating, “fine....” he relented, going to walk upstairs. They both made it to their room and Fuyuhiko sat with Gundham on their king sized mattress with its warm comforter. Fuyuhiko changed into a brown tank top and black shorts. Gundham looked up to Fuyuhiko from the hardcover book he was reading. Gundham lightly blushed, pink dusting his cheeks. Fuyuhiko laughed, stretching for him, “You liking the view, overlord of ice” Fuyuhiko said, smirking, he was so enjoying this. Gundham blushed, but because he didn’t have his scarf on he just looked away. Fuyuhiko moved closer, smirking. “You don’t look so bad yourself Gundham” Fuyuhiko said, flirting. Gundham was in a black tank top with a star right under the left strap, and pajama pants, with a red and white plaid design. Gundham blushed, a small smile gracing his face. Gundham took a breath, leaning in closer. Fuyuhiko smiled and kissed Gundham. Gundham closed his eyes, leaning in and relaxing. Fuyuhiko pulled away, breathing in. “I love you” Fuyuhiko murmured, “I love you too.” Gundham whispered. They both went back to their original sitting position, turning on a movie. Kazuichi stepped out of the bedrooms private bathroom in a pink t-shirt and green shorts. “Kaz, my darling, you look like a neon marker” Gundham said playfully. “Hey!!” Kazuichi shouted, walking over and sitting on Gundhams right side. “I was only joking inventor of machines” Gundham told him, kissing Kazuichis cheek. Kazuichi laughed, leaning into Gundhams side. The three watched movies for about 2 hours but soon enough they got tired. Gundham lied down first, almost having fallen asleep sitting up at this point. Kazuichi laughed, lying down cuddled up to his side. Gundham put an arm around the man, pulling him closer. Fuyuhiko smiled, turning the tv off. “alright, it’s bedtime.” Fuyuhiko whispered. He kissed them both on the foreheads, both of them already half asleep. “Goodnight my loves, I’ll see you in the morning” Fuyuhiko uttered to them, lying down curled up in Gundham left arm. The three of them slumbered together in peace.

#fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #gundham tanaka #kazuichi souda #danganronpa 2 #after despair #kuzusoudam #kissing #flirting #luna the dog #I hope you like it

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kiminicricket · 4 years

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Swords and Opals - Part 2

Oh hey there, back again for more? By all means, please read under the cut :)

Miss the first part? Read it here

Ethari ducked, and shifted on his feet, bringing his sword up to counter the next blow. The two swords met with a crash close to his face. Too close. Ethari swung around, trying to buy himself some space, but as he turned he noticed a long, white ponytail and paused. Pain exploded across his skull and his world blacked out.

Ethari came to with a pounding headache.

“Oh good you’re awake,” Tiadrin grinned wryly at him, placing a cool cloth on the side of his head. Ethari winced as it made contact, he was going to have a good sized lump there. “Sorry for clocking you like that, I thought you were paying attention.”

Ethari’s gaze darted around the training room, but found it empty. He slumped a little in relief. It wasn’t like he’d never noticed Runaan before. Everyone knew who he was. One of the most athletically gifted elves in the class, the assassins guild drooling over him already. But it was like Ethari had never noticed Runaan before. Since the altercation last week he was seeing him everywhere. He seemed strangely aware of his presence, every time they were in the same classroom, or training field. Ethari tried to focus, but found his gaze repeatedly being drawn back to the lithe elf.

Tiadrin was still looking at him expectantly so Ethari frowned at her. “I was. I got distracted.”

Tiadrin leaned in conspiratorially wagging her eyebrows. “Oh yeah? Anyone I know?”

Ethari blushed bright red and shoved her away, standing and retrieving his training sword. “It’s not like that.”

Tiadrin leaned on her training sword pretending to inspect her nails. “ok, not a talker, I can respect that.” She shot a knowing look over at him and winked.

Ethari shrugged helplessly. Truth be told, he didn’t really know why he was all of a sudden so intensely aware of Runaan, only that his heart went out to the boy.

“Have you made a decision about the trials?” Tiadrin asked as they left the training fields.

Ethari sighed. “No.”

Tiadrin hummed sympathetically. “Still don’t know what to pick?”

Ethari kicked the ground as they walked. Tiadrin had known her path since they were seven - the Dragon Guard. It was all she had talked about for a good two years. Ethari on the other hand, couldn’t seem to make up his mind. His parents had been assassins, and though he was strongly drawn to following in their footsteps, honouring their legacy, but his heart wasn’t entirely in it. The trials were coming up entirely too quickly for him to feel any sense of certainty about the future at all.

“Hey,” Tiadrin said, stopping and grabbing Ethari’s arm. “It isn’t dishonouring them to be who you are.”

Ethari knew this, kind of, he threw a grateful smile to his friend anyway.

The friends bid each other goodnight and retired to their personal chambers. Ethari headed over to his work space where he picked up the sword and his book on enchanting. Maybe he wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight, but he was so close to cracking this, it was tantalising.

***

I just want to make sure he’s ok Ethari told himself as he was getting distracted once again in class the following week. He stared at the long white hair tied back in a simple ponytail as though it held all the answers he had ever wanted to know. As though sensing his gaze, Runaan shot him a glare and Ethari returned his gaze quickly to his own work, trying to focus on the reading, but finding it very difficult, his thoughts returning to Runaan’s situation.

Ethari had been through the same thing. His parents had gone one what turned out to be essentially a suicide mission. Sure they had made the enemy pay many more lives than they had sacrificed, and the Silvergrove honoured their brave sacrifice, but the hole in Ethari’s heart did not find much comfort in that. He wondered if some solidarity might be exactly what Runaan needed right now, but found himself hesitating to approach him again.

The teacher soon dismissed the class and Ethari watched with some unexpected jealousy as Runaan waved down and jogged to catch up with another elf. Lain, if his memory served him correctly. Ethari eyed the other elf, noting his broad shoulders and easy smile, to match the one that Runaan wore. It was amazing actually. If Ethari hadn’t seen Runaan in the library that day, he would have no idea how much he was hiding, how much he was hurting. He wondered if Lain knew, or if the stoic confidence that Runaan exuded had him fooled as well. He didn’t look particularly bright. Ethari frowned at the uncharitable thought.

“Whatcha scowling at?”

Ethari jumped when he felt an arm on his shoulder, he turned but it was just Tiadrin leaning against him. She sighed dreamily, gazing the same direction Ethari had just been.

“Dreamy right?”

The jealousy was back. “Not really.” He said, lying through his teeth.

Tiadrin raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe not to you, but as far as I’m concerned Lain is the most beautiful elf in the grove!” She swooned dramatically against Ethari. Ethari grinned and shoved her off, glancing over to the pair. Lain had not noticed them, but Runaan caught him looking. Again. Ethari dropped his gaze and nudged Tiadrin.

“Lets just go,” he muttered. The warning glare was back. Ethari could take a hint.

***

The weeks passed and Ethari often found himself looking in Runaan’s direction. It wasn’t hard to do. The boy moved with grace, and carried himself with confidence. His bright blue eyes and charming smile showing none of the turmoil that Ethari had glimpsed that day in the library.

Ethari realised he was staring again as Runaan let the arrow fly and turned to face him. Ethari stared for a moment, as the glare Runaan shot him was not a look of anger, so much as one of confusion. Ethari looked away first, taking up his own bow, and lining up the target in his sights. He took a deep breath and let the arrow fly. It was a good hit, but not a great one, not like Runaan had just done. Ethari glanced back over to the boy, but he was caught in a conversation with Tiadrin. Etharis heart dropped as he watched them anxiously. She laughed at whatever he had to say and punched him in the shoulder, earning a laugh of his own. They started to turn towards him but he swiftly returned his attention to the target, unwilling to look at the potential reasons that panic was filling him. He let the arrow fly half heartedly. It barely made it onto the target. Blushing he dropped the bow and turned away, allowing the next kid in line their turn. He turned and abruptly came face to face with Runaan. He felt himself going even redder. Had Runaan seen his pathetic archery? Nodding as he moved, Ethari started to move away.

“Ethari wait!” Tiadrin called, reaching for his arm.

Ethari turned back to face them, smiling brightly. Too brightly, he could feel it. He tried to turn it down, but could tell by the puzzled look on Tia’s face it wasn’t working. He couldn’t read Runaan at all.

“Oh, uh, hey whatsup?” He said, trying to move the moment along.

“I was just talking to Runaan about the trials next week, he and Lain need two more, and so do we!” She moved over beside him and swung an arm around his shoulders. “Isn’t this great?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, great! Perfect actually. What luck!” He dared a glance at Runaan, but the best he could make out was indifference.

“Well I have to… there’s a book I was gonna… See ya!” Cursing himself he turned and hurried away towards the library where he hoped to hide for the rest of his days.

It was not to be however, as Tiadrin followed shortly after, a triumphant look on her face.

“I figured you out.” She said.

Ethari looked up at her, bewildered, “What?”

“Why you’ve been acting so WEIRD lately!”

“Weird? I haven’t been-”

Tiadrin cut him off with a single, piercing look, which soon turned triumphant. She leaned in and whispered.

“You’ve got a crush on Runaan!” Her eyes shone with excitement and Ethari just stared at her. A crush? Was that what this was?

“No, I don’t think-”

“Oh hush, you might not know it, but I know a crush when I see one. This is even MORE perfect! You and Runaan, me and Lain out on an adventure for the trials! Just imagine how we will come back super bonded and maybe even with a couple of boyfriends!” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and practically danced out of the library as Ethari stood for a moment, staring after her, trying to reconcile her words with what he had been feeling over the last few weeks. The constant awareness, the wishing to be closer. The nervousness around Runaan.

Maybe it did fit. Maybe he did have a crush.

His heart sank. This was terrible! They were about to go on trials together! This could not happen, there was no way he would make it through an entire week with this newfound knowledge. He was sure to make an absolute fool of himself! So what if he had a crush?! It was Runaan. It wasn’t like that would ever be requited. He started after his friend. He had to fix this, and now, before the teams were made permanent.

“TIADRIN!”

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Part 3

#ruthari #runari #tdp #the dragon prince #fanfic #runaan #ethari #tiadrin #lain #aaaaaahhhhhh #swords and opals

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sadprose-auroras · 5 years

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‘Too Late’ - John DeaconXFem!Reader (Part 2)

(Read Part 1 here)

A/N: This can absolutely apply to Joe Mazzello’s portrayal of Deacy – whatever floats your boat. It’s also heavily inspired by the structure of the movie Love, Rosie. Also – with regard to the chronology of the story, and characterisation of real people, it’s pretty inaccurate! Pls just take everything with a grain of salt. It’s meant to be an AU.

Honesty all the maths I subjected myself to in this story is hurting my brain. Why do I do this to myself…. I’m never doing a story that jumps all over the place again. OKAY ANYWAY ENJOY AND PLS GIVE ME CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ON HOW TO WRITE P ROPERLY THNX,,,,,

2 years later

A knock at the door startled you from your slumber. You sat up groggily, rubbing your eyes. Your boyfriend, Sean, was sitting on the couch adjacent to the one you were lying on, Annabel sitting on his knee. You glanced at the clock, shocked to see it was 8pm; the last you were aware, it was 6 o’clock. You frowned, mumbling, “Who would that be at this time?”

“Guess you should see. I’ll put Annabel to sleep,” Sean said, standing up. You walked over to your daughter, kissing her on the top of her head.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” you said. “I love you bub.”

“Night Mama,” she said sleepily, her voice muffled by her thumb in her mouth. You smiled fondly at the sight of your beautiful miracle. As Sean took Annabel to her room, you quickly went to answer the door. Your last thought before you swung it open was that it must be someone selling something. In a way, it was.

He looked different since the last time you saw him; only briefly, for coffee, five months earlier when he was in town. He had matured rapidly in such a short time; his features more defined, his eyes more sombre, his build broader and his hair shorter. He stood with his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth nervously. You couldn’t help but reach out and hug him.

“Oh my god, John, what are you doing here?” you gasped, pulling back to place your hands on either side of his face, while his hands rested at your sides.

“I just had to see you. I missed you.” he replied, pulling you back in to hug you again. He stroked your back, causing a shiver to involuntarily run up your spine.

“Well come in, come in!” you held the door open for him. He thanked you, then wiped his shoes on the doormat, polite as always.

You both entered into the lounge room, where Sean was sitting on the couch. He furrowed his brows in confusion, glancing at John. “Who’s this?” he asked, standing up to face him.

“Sean, this is John, my oldest and dearest, dearest friend. John, this is Sean, my boyfriend.” You introduced them, as they shook each other’s hand. A look of realisation overcame Sean’s face.

“Oh, the bassist! Y/N told me so much about you,” he said, smiling at John kindly. How awkward, you hadn’t told John about Sean. He thankfully didn’t comment on this though, and instead said, “That can’t be good. Hopefully she didn’t tell you the story of how I tried to ask a girl to the school dance in the middle of class when I was 16, then sneezed in her face. She loves that one.” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at him.

“Actually, she didn’t,” Sean replied, in a rather sharp tone. You tried to ignore this; he wasn’t jealous, was he?

“Well, I’m actually gonna head home, give you guys a chance to catch up. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Sean continued, quickly kissing you on the cheek, grabbing his coat from the back of the couch and leaving before you could say anything except goodbye.

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After asking John a million questions about his life since you last saw him, and catching him up on how Annabel was, over a cup of tea, John finally asked you what you were dreading.

“So, how long have you been with Sean?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at you. You took a sip of tea, placed in down on the table in front of you, praying he wouldn’t be offended at your answer.

“A little over a year,” you bit your lip. “Sorry I didn’t tell you about him when we saw each other last time. Or when we spoke on the phone. It didn’t seem like the right time.”

What you didn’t want to admit to John, or even to yourself, was that you concealed personal life events such as your pregnancy and relationship, because it felt like you were betraying him. The truth was, Sean could never replace John’s hold on your heart, no matter how hard you tried. He just felt like a distraction, until you ended up with the true love of your life. And that wasn’t fair to anyone, especially to Sean. He deserved all your love and devotion.

“When someone asks you what’s new in your life, you expect them to tell you about a relationship! Especially when you’d been together for ages already!” John said. “I’m just confused as to why you didn’t tell me, that’s all,” he shrugged.

“I… I don’t know why. It just didn’t seem important to mention. I’m so sorry, Deacs.”

“Is there another reason you didn’t tell me?” he asked, his gaze suddenly vulnerable. Your heart began to beat rapidly. Surely he wasn’t implying what you thought, was he? You remembered the conversation you overheard in the very room you were in two years ago, wherein John said you were just friends, and nothing more.

“What do you mean?”

“Damn it, Y/N,” he said abruptly. “I don’t mean to be harsh, but can we just cut the crap? You didn’t tell me because you didn’t want to hurt me. You’re not happy with him; I can see it in your eyes. There’s someone else you’d rather be with.”

“John, I –“ You were at a loss for words. “I don’t know what you expect –“

“Y/N, I love you. I realised recently, that you’re the only one for me. We both know it. You shouldn’t…” John sighed, glancing up at you beneath his lashes, as if he was finding the courage to say the next words. “You shouldn’t be with him. You should be with me.”

And there it was – all you had secretly always wanted to hear from him. But, when you actually heard it out loud, “I don’t want to hear that, John.” He flinched; small enough to cover up, but not from you. You were always so aware of his every, miniscule movement.

You took a deep breath and continued, “It’s too late, I’m with Sean. We’re a family. Not perfect, but a family nevertheless. I need to give him a chance. He’s great with Bel, and he really cares about me.” John pursed his lips together, his eyes becoming glassy. He looked up, avoiding eye contact with you. This absolutely broke your heart, but you knew it would be too difficult. You were already with Sean, a man who wasn’t constantly travelling. A man who could support you and help take care of Annabel.

You never imagined you would be the one to break John’s heart, and you never imagined it would hurt you so much.

2 years later

Hindsight really was 20/20. You had never regretted anything more in your life, than rejecting John when he, finally, loved you back. And now, you had missed your chance forever. You were alone, again, Sean turning out to be a lying, cheating prick, and John marrying someone else after a whirlwind romance. He was gracious enough to accept you back into his life as a friend, after moving on so quickly. Of course it stung, but you had no right to be upset. It was your fault; you let him slip through your fingers once again.

Now, here you were, sitting alone at his wedding, your only company your champagne. Just as you were standing up, about to make your way to the bathroom (you didn’t really need to go, you just wanted something to do), you heard a feminine voice behind you.

“Y/N!” you turned around, and John and Veronica stood before you, hand in hand. “Thank you for that lovely speech,” Veronica continued, pulling you in for a hug.

“My pleasure,” you said, kissing her on the cheek. “You look beautiful.” You pulled away, moving to kiss her husband on the cheek. Your hand lingered at his shoulder, and you closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his lip on your cheek. Nothing would ever be the same again. You could never secretly hope a kiss on the cheek, or a hug, would turn into something more. You had to accept that the door was closed forever.

“Congratulations, Deacs. I’m so happy for you,” you said softly, trying to mask the lump in your throat and the tears threatening to spill out. “For both of you.”

“Thank you, Y/N. We really appreciate your support.” John said, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly. He looked at you directly in the eyes. Within that look, were all the memories and emotions you had shared throughout the countless years you had spent together. The joy, the laughter, a thousand words conveyed in a single glance, the comfort of knowing that, no matter how lonely you were, somebody was always there for you. The pain of knowing how close you came to a perfect ending so many times, the hole in your heart when he was absent, and the beautiful wholeness you felt when he was around. And, now, the sheer agony of knowing he would never be yours.

But, maybe it was okay. All of those memories, some painful and some exhilarating, you were grateful for. You were grateful for the beautiful, kind-hearted, funny man before you. Even though you were nothing more than friends, it was enough; it had to be. His friendship was enough. Maybe, some point in the future, things would happen for the two of you like you always believed they would. Then again, maybe they wouldn’t. You had missed your chance, because you didn’t fight for him. And you were okay with that.

#john deacon x reader #john deacon #joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #queen band #queen imagines #queen #freddie mercury #roger taylor #brian may #its deacy not deaky #oof sorry controversial

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carlshameless · 7 years

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The same yard.

Carl Gallagher x Female OC

Chap. IV | Slow burn fic | Unedited

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Follows the storyline, though some things will be altered (Canon Divergence). No real storyline. Friendship to lovers.

Warnings: typical Shameless warnings

Kirin rubbed her hands together as she stood out on the porch of her house looking over at the big black truck that blocked her view of the Gallagher's house. She looked over at the house to the left, the one Steve had bought, and could distinctly make out Fiona's face as she peeked through the curtain to try and spy on the going's on in her old home.

It had been a few days since Kirin had last seen Carl, or Debbie, or anyone from the Gallagher family after the return of their mother, Monica Gallagher, and her girlfriend Roberta. The night that the family found out she had returned, they all rushed over to the Jackson's house leaving Kirin with Kev and Veronica, along with their foster child, Ethel and her son, to stay back at the house and watch over their dinner that was in the process of roasting in the oven.

With Ethel being the only one around Kirin's age, she became close with the girl as they waited hours for the Gallagher children to return home. Kirin never really talked to her before, mostly because of the weird things she spoke about of her past life, but Kirin found she was actually pretty normal when she wasn't talking about her husband Clyde, or the other wives. They played some board games for a while, the older girl even taught Kirin how to bake a few things, given that they had enough time.

Midnight was the time the Gallagher siblings finally arrived home, and when Monica walked in behind the children with Frank and her girlfriend in tow, V wasted no time in going out to look for her good friend, Kev and Ethel following her as they tried to calm the worried woman.

"Goodnight Kirin." Ethel farewelled to her new friend who nodded back in response, watching as the young girl and her baby followed Kevin out the front door.

"Oh, my! Is that little Kirin?" Monica cooed as she grabbed the girl's cheeks. "Look how big you've gotten. Isn't she so big now Frank?" She grabbed Kirin's face, bringing it to her chest as she spun around to Frank. Roberta didn't like all the attention that her girlfriend was now showing to her husband.

"Let go of it Monica, or else it might think you're it's mother and attach itself like the rest of these leeches," Frank grumbled. The man jumped away from the small girl as she started to growl at him when he tried to pass through to get to the kitchen.

"Shut the fuck up, Frank," Lip said as he detached Monica from Kirin. "C'mon, bed. All of you." Lip ordered, handing Liam over to Kirin and directing her and Debbie towards their room, then putting a hand on Carl's head to spin the boy toward the stairs. The two teenaged boys followed the children upstairs as their mother bid them all goodnight and then waited for the response that never came.

"Where's Fiona?" Kirin asked as she looked down at the two older boys as they climbed the stairs. Carl and Debbie looked down at the steps, their eyes avoiding her, while Lip and Ian looked at each other.

"She's just taking a break, too much to handle right now, but she'll be back," Lip said reassuringly to all three children. As they reached the top of the stairs, Ian put his hands on Carl's shoulder and steered him into the boy's room, the younger boy looking back out as he watched the two girls head towards Debbie's room.

"Is she really going to take Liam?" Debbie asked as she looked at the sleeping baby resting his head on Kirin's shoulder.

"They're gonna have to pry him from my cold, dead fingers. But it's nothing you have to concern yourself about, okay Deb?" The girl nodded as she helped her friend to place Liam in his cot. As the girls made themselves comfortable in their shared bed, Lip turned off their light and left them to go and sort out Carl.

The two girls spent half an hour talking about the night's events over at Sheila's before Debbie finally dozed off. Kirin was close to doing the same when she heard a small hissing sound coming from the bedroom floor.

"Pssst"

"What the-" Kirin looked over the edge to find Carl lying on the floor. "What are you doing?" She whispered as she tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Being the deep sleeper that Debbie was, it was no wonder she didn't wake up from the noise was making as he spoke up.

"I couldn't sleep." He said, reaching up to the bed to pull down the girl's blanket to cover himself a little.

"Hey." Kirin hissed as she looked over to see some of the blankets had moved off of Debbie.

"What? It's cold."

"Why didn't you bring your own blanket then?"

The room was silent for a second as Carl came up onto his elbows. "You know how hard it is to get across these floorboards without someone in this house waking up. I had to crawl down the hallway like I was in boot camp." He complained as he laid down on his stomach.

Eventually, Carl would speak up about what was on his mind, but until then Kirin turned to her side so she could see the boy better as they stared at each other through the darkness in comfortable silence.

That was the last time Kirin or Carl had seen each other, for early that morning Serena was at the bedside shaking Kirin awake, practically dragging her home while she was mentioning something about how Fiona had filled her in on the situation at the Gallagher's. Kirin currently wasn't allowed over while Monica and Frank had taken charge of the house, and with Carl flunking a grade, she rarely saw him during, before or after school as Monica was right there to drop the Gallagher's younger kids off and pick them up.

"Good morning neighbor." A gentle voice broke Kirin from her thoughts. The young girl looked out towards the sidewalk where a smiling Ethel stood holding up a shovel.

"I was shoveling out the snow on our footpath and wondered if you would like yours done as well." She asked kindly. Kirin walked down her porch steps to meet Ethel at the fence that surrounded their front yard.

"Nah, it's cool. I like the snow to build up, then make holes and cover them so people fall in them." Kirin shrugged.

"Oh, okay." Ethel was a little concerned but decided not to question her.

"Veronica is making you do chores on the weekend as well?" Kirin asked, gesturing to the shovel.

"Oh no. It was such a beautiful Sunday that I just felt like doing some goodwill in the Lord's name." Ethel explained, sending a small prayer up towards the sky.

"You wanna come into my house and take a break? I can even help you with it later if you want ?" Kirin said, opening the gate. Ethel walked into the front yard and left her shovel at the foot of the steps leading up to the porch.

"You don't have to. I'm almost done with the footpath, I'm going to start in the backyard soon, hopefully get it cleared to get it ready for harvest next season."

Kirin opened her front door and gestured for Ethel to go in, following the girl as she took her gloves and coat off. Kirin closed the front door to keep the cold air out and then took the girls coat off her to drape over the stair railing.

"I'll help. Nothing better to do anyway." Kirin shrugged, leading the older girl towards the kitchen. Ethel took this chance to take a look at the house. Bare walls, some with torn wallpaper and others with fist-sized holes, a small lounge with no tv, couches covered in clothes and dirty throw overs and an old dilapidated kitchen that had a sink filled with last night's dirty dishes.

"Thank you for inviting me in. Your house is…nice" Ethel said slowly as she watched a cockroach scurry across the floor.

"It's a shit hole, you don't have to lie," Kirin said as she pulled out a can of soda from a box. "Here. Serena took a couple of boxes of Soda from stock at the bar she works on her weekend shift. Sorry, it's not cold, our fridge has been on the fritz the past couple of days. It's all we have to drink unless you want a corona?"

"This is fine, thank you." Ethel accepted the can and took a seat at the round table.

"Woah, watch out," Kirin warned as she came over to the table where one of her shoelaces and her mother's used needle sat under a messy pile of bills. "Kev will kill me if you contract a disease while you're here." Kirin carefully picked up the needle like Serena taught her and discarded it into a sharps container she had V steal from the nursing home, if only for the safety of the child of a drug addict.

"So is it just you and your sister that live here?" Ethel struck up a conversation as she sipped on her drink. Kirin brought over some crackers for them to eat.

"Most of the time, yeah. Mom’s in and out every couple weeks. Dad used to live here, but he's in prison serving time.”

"What is he in for? If you don't mind me asking…"

Kirin gestured to the holes in the walls, "Anger issues. Anything and anyone is his targets."

"I think the saying is '- his punching bag'." Ethel corrected.

"No, I'm pretty sure I had it. Dad still has a heap of weapons hiding around the house. Sis said that the neighborhood used to be scared to walk past the front of the house 'cause he used to sit on the porch with his shotty." Kirin said in-between mouthfuls of crackers. "He had a baseball bat that he's cracked a few bones with, as well. Saving it for baseball season." Kirin winked.

"You're into baseball?"

"I'll play anything if it means not sitting at home, bored out of my mind. Gonna join in football season as well, while I'm still at the age that they accept girls." Kirin finished off her drink, scrunched up the can and landed it straight into the bin. "Might join Kev's basketball team, if I'm lucky. You should join up, it'll be fun."

"Oh, I'm not so sure." Ethel laughed nervously. "Mr. Ball tried to teach me but I'm not very good at those types of things."

"Come with me." Kirin abruptly stood up and went back down the hallway to the staircase. Ethel followed, discarding her rubbish as she passed through the house. "Up here," Kirin called out as she opened the door to her room, Ethel making her way in not long after.

The older girl looked around the small room and found it to be in a lot better condition than the rest of the house. Posters on the wall, a single bed, a desk which was covered in engravings and graffiti sat off to the left and a sizable window that looked to the front yard. Kirin opened up her closet, where a whole bunch of different sports equipment tumbled out.

"Here it is." Kirin pulled out the baseball bat she was talking about earlier. She gave it a few swings before handing it over to Ethel. "It's a little stained, but still in prime condition."

Ethel was a little concerned about the dark red patch at the top of the bat. "What does this stand for?" She asked as her finger traced over an initial carved into the wood, which looked similar to the ones that were etched into a lot of the furniture in the room. Kirin glanced over it before going back into her closet.

"C.G. It's Carl's initials. Never realized that was on there before. He always marks something when he comes over."

"Does he come over often?" The older girl asked as she noticed one of Carl's beanies and jacket slung over the back of her desk chair.

"Sometimes. Only when he needs to hide when he gets in trouble, or when I'm not over at the Gallagher's, which is rare. In case you haven't noticed, there isn't much to do here."

"What about this? The sister's and I were taught how to make these when we were kids." Ethel said as she found a paper cup phone lying on the floor near the window sill. Kirin gave her a look when the older girl started to reminisce about her childhood. As Ethel went to pick up the paper cup, she realized that the line was cut.

"That's old. Carl has the other end. We used to plan stuff on that thing before a truck came through and snapped the line. We used so much string…" Kirin shook her head. Who would have thought that finding string would be such a struggle?

"Do you do everything with Carl? Don't you ever play with Debbie?"

Kirin shrugged her shoulders, "I guess. I play with Debbie sometimes but most of the time she pretends she's an adult and bosses us around."

Ethel was very curious about these children and their lives because they were so different to how she was brought up. Just as she was about to press the younger girl for some more information, Kirin cut her off as she emerged from the wardrobe, grin on her face as she held a puck and two hockey sticks.

"Ever hit one of these before?"

"Yes." Ethel said confused as the grin widened.

"How about at a moving target?"

#carl gallagher us #Carl Gallagher #Carl Gallagher imagine #Carl Gallagher x OC #Shameless US #shameless #The same yard fic

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joseph-kaine · 6 years

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The Ultimaverse Presents: The Teal Titan #2

“But… he works with the Vigilant!”

“Yup.”

“And he hurt you?”

“Yup.”

“Why?!”

“Yup- I mean, I don’t know,” she says as she look back at him, “look, don’t worry about it.”

“I am worried about it! I’ll go fight him, right now!” He runs off to his toy chest in his room as Morgan just continues to drink her beer. After a bit, he comes out dressed in his Halloween costume that’s way to small, but he refuses to let her throw it out. The costume is of Jericho, the flagship hero of Foster City. His costume is a mostly red suit of armor with a big J on the chest, blue streaks, a full face mask with cat ears, eyes, mouth, and whiskers. Not to mention it even has a tail.

He flexes his muscles and pulls out the cheap, plastic, retractable claws.

“Where’s Lock? Take me to him right now.”

Despite his bravado and suicidal mission to take on Lock, she cracks a smile. It always makes her happy to see him in his costume.

“Well, I should clarify that Lock didn’t do all of this to me. He just made it worse.”

“So? I’ll still take him on!”

“As much as I’m sure you could’ve taken him half an hour ago, it’s bedtime, kiddo.”

He looks down, totally defeated by the realization and takes off his mask. “Okay… but can I sleep in my Jericho costume?”

“I don’t know what the point of telling you not to is, you’ll just put it on anyways after I leave the room. Yeah, keep the costume on if you want.” He giddily jumps around runs to his room and jumps in bed. Morgan walks over to him and tucks him in under his blanket covered in superhero insignias.

“Goodnight, son, I love you,” she tells him, with a beaming simper on her face. He hugs her tight, “goodnight, ma. Stay safe…”

“I’ll try.”

Morgan stands up and flips on his nightlight. She leaves, slowly closing the door behind her while trying to be as silent as a mouse.

When she turns around, she sees a woman sitting on her couch. She’s a dark skinned latina woman wearing a domino mask with black wings under her arms connected to a skintight blue jumpsuit. Morgan, not recognizing the intruder, pulls a knife behind her back and glares at her. She barks at the stranger, “Who are you?”

“There’s no need to be alarmed.”

“Oh, I’m plenty alarmed. Tell me who you are, girl, or things WILL get messy.”

The mysterious woman stands and nods, “apologies. My name is Blackbird. I know who you are and what you’re really capable of. You have powers that have yet to be tapped into.”

Morgan has to bite her tongue to hold back laughter. She clears her throat and glares at her, “okay, even if I did have powers, how the hell would you know about them.”

“My friend is an alien telepath.”

“Of course. For every ten people, there’s one goddamn privacy invading telepath. So if I have powers, why haven’t I discovered them by now?”

“You did. Once. When you were five years old.” The Titan’s glare becomes as cold as the arctic, and just as harsh and unforgiving as she pulls out her dagger. “I’m going to count to five. Then you’re gonna leave my house, Little Birdy.”

“What’s the matter, Morgan? Angry because you can’t remember your past.”

“Shut up.”

“Don’t know what happened before you became ten.”

“I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP,” she screams while launching the knife at Blackbird. It barely misses her, just millimeters away from her face. She can feel the cold steel and smell the toxic poison that’s lathered all over the knife.

“Your son’s gonna be up with you screaming like that.”

“His walls are soundproof. He can’t hear anything of what we’re saying.”

She frowns, “you’re paranoid.”

“And you’re dead. You don’t know me. You don’t know a thing about me!”

“You’re not getting it, Titan. I’m here to HELP you. You’re a metahuman, and whether you want to find out if I’m telling the truth is up to you.”

Morgan mulls it over while she grips the knife strapped to the back of her pants. After almost a minute of contemplation, she lets go of the dagger and nods.

“So. If I’m a metahuman, how exactly do I use my power.”

“It needs to be activated through fear.”

“I’ve been in a lot of fear. Why haven’t my powers activated before.”

“True fear. The kind of fear that comes from personal attacks. You once were in a truly fearful situation before. You activated your powers, and you incinerated your father.”

“My father left before I was born.”

“As far as you know. What can you remember of your mother?”

“She… she was… she…”

Morgan pulls on her hair and grits her teeth, “I CAN’T REMEMBER! I can’t… can’t remember anything…”

Blackbird cocks her head and points at her side, “umm… Titan?”

“What?”

“Look at your hand.”

The vigilante looks down at her right hand, which pulsates with electricity. Her wrist is looped with a wristband of flames, and above that is a spiked vine which runs up and around her arm up to her shoulder. She looks back up with eyes as wide as a cat’s, “what is this? What’s happening?”

“Looks like trying to remember your past brings out your powers. You’re an elementalist, Titan.” Her vines slither into a hole in her forearm, which seals back up, the flames fizzle out, and the electricity travels into her fingernails. She inspects her hand very closely, totally speechless.

“The Freedom Force can help you harness your powers, Titan.”

She ignores this statement, “Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. You’re in my house, you know who I am. Why do you insist on calling me by my alias?”

She smiles slightly, “because as far as I’m concerned, you’re a hero. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to continue to address you as such, Teal Titan.”

“Well, I guess do as you please. I won’t stop you, even if I’m not a hero, but to get back on topic, I work alone.”

“Suit yourself,” she shrugs, “but here. Take this. Just in case.” The metahuman throws her a card, with the Freedom Force symbol on it and a number. Morgan looks at it, and when she looks back up, Blackbird is flying out of her window into the night sky. The Titan grumbles and tosses the card onto her dining room table as she walks to her room.

7 AM. The next morning.

Miss. Knight gets out of bed, her back aching, arms and legs still deep in their beauty sleep, and craving even a drop of coffee. She walks out of her room to Tyrone sitting on the couch, watching cartoons.

“Hey, son,” she yawns while walking to the kitchen.

“Good morning, mommy.”

“What are you watching?”

“The Rocky cartoon.”

“... Rocky has a cartoon?”

He looks at her as she drinks down a cup of strong, black, french roast coffee. “No, not the boxer. The superhero. You know, from Generation Next?”

“Oh. I don’t remember him.”

“Hmm. Well, his cartoon is all kiddy. I don’t like it.”

“You don’t? You seem like the target demographic.”

“I don’t want to see Rocky get a pie thrown at him. Why isn’t he fighting supervillains?”

“Beats me,” she says as she finishes downing her coffee, “I need to get to work. I’m going to call Car-“

At that moment, the door unlocks and swings open, and a chipper sounding voice comes from the entrance.

“Honey. I’m home!”

The mother and son turn, Tyrone gleefully shouting, “Dad! You’re back!”

A handsome black haired, 6’ 3”, muscular man with stubble, hypnotizing silver eyes, and skin like caramel. Is smile is stunning, and he walks up to his wife, giving her a passionate kiss on the lips. Morgan’s eyes roll back as she holds him tight. Her husband slowly pulls away and he whispers, “miss me?”

She doesn’t have the words to respond so she just slowly nods. Tyrone immaturely laughs and his dad runs up, lifting him and putting him onto his shoulders. “Ahhhhh, you think that’s funny?”

“Yeah! Woah! Put me down!”

He runs around in circles with him on his shoulders, the whole time the kid screams with excitement, before he puts him back down. He pats his son’s head and looks back at Morgan. “Umm… me and your mom need to go talk. Privately. Here,” he hands him a movie case. Tyrone excitedly takes it and reads the cover. It says, “The Ant 2: Revenge of the Shadow”. The boy’s eyes grow and he excitedly kicks the floor repeatedly.

“YAY!”

“I picked that up while on my business trip. Have fun.”

As the boy runs to the dvd player and puts in the movie, Morgan puts her hand on her husband’s hip and takes him into the bedroom, the door locking behind them.

The two continue their unfinished business, but she cuts it off and puts her hand on his chest. “I-I have work today, Jerry…”

“Take the day off. It’s been three weeks since we’ve seen each other.”

“I can’t. My boss would chop my head off with a guillotine.”

Jerry nods quickly and runs his hand through her hair, “of course. You should get ready.”

“I am. We have a bit of time. How was your trip.”

“It… was good, but…” his voice is shaky and sounds anxious.

She starts to kiss his neck as she asks, “What is it?”

“Well… let’s just say, I’m going to have a lot more time to spend with our son.”

Morgan looks up at him, “what?”

“I quit.”

“I know, I know, but why?”

“Didn’t pay enough for the days they were expecting me to spend away from my growing son and beautiful wife who deserves a lot more attention from me. When they asked me to stay during my son’s birthday, that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.”

She breathes heavily, barely able to contain herself from tackling and expressing her affection for him, and she bites her lip.

“It gets me so hot and bothered when you act so fatherly.”

He smirks and holds her hand tightly, “I know. But you have to get to work.”

“Fuck. You’re right.”

She backs away and goes to her dresser, taking out her daggers and her badge. Jerry walks out of the room and sits down next to his son. Morgan slides the daggers into her boots and goes to the front door in a hurry.

“Bye, guys. Have fun watching the movie.”

She opens the door and runs down the stairs to get to her car.

#short story #issue 2 #Teal Titan #superheroes

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lets-develop-stuff · 7 years

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The Hole

Moments ago, there were screaming lights, pens scratching on rough paper, photographers sauntering, and the snapping of latex gloves that doubled as a sickening air-freshener. The white dust was dancing around the room but now it’s dead. The room is motionless except for my hands, which can’t even stay still long enough to hold my glass of water. The silence is broken when she walks in. Her keys rattling in the lock for a second sounds so familiar but I don’t get up to let her in, nothing else will be the same anymore. “Hi, honey,” she chirps as she drops her keys on the side table, “how was your day?” She doesn’t wait for an answer before I hear the click of her heals on our newly tiled kitchen floor. God, she begged for that renovation, said they were easier to clean and what not, and with the baby she didn’t want any dirty accidents. I stay seated and say nothing. She can’t even sense my worry. . I’m going to have to do a lot of talking pretty soon and there just isn’t anyway to lead up to it.

Click, click, click. I hear her head towards the stairs, the banister creeks just a little in a way I’ve never noticed before. “I picked up some chicken for dinner, I was thinking we could get rid of those peas, you know?”

Click, click, click. “Hey did you manage to call Cheryl back? You can make up any excuse; I just know that if I talk to her we’ll all end up going. I mean, we have a six- month-old for Christ’s sake, what does she think we can bring him to a five-star restaurant and expect him to stay quiet?” She chuckles.

Click, click, click. “Uh, honey, where’s Ethan? Did you wake him up early again? You know that means he’s off his sleeping schedule.” She makes her way down the stairs and stops in the doorway.

“He’s not here anymore, Cathryn.”

“What do you mean, Cal? Where is he?”

“Cal, you’re going to bring me to tears, where is he?”

“Cal?”

“Where did they take him?” she whispered.

“What?” I reply, slightly taken aback.

“Oh god, Cal! I should have checked! I thought I heard something last night, remember? Call the damn police!”

“Honey, there’s nothing they can do. It’s just us now.” I’ve already signed all the dotted lines. They took my statement, and told me they’d contact Cathryn at a later time. He told me not to worry, that accidents happen and it looked like a pretty open-close case.

“You can’t make this a personal job, ya know? It’d drive you crazy. Speaking of personal, with cases like these we don’t offer any statements or anything, okay?”

I nodded.

“We try to protect your privacy and all, the only people we speak to are you and your wife, sir, so I strongly suggest you keep this hush hush or one of you’s gonna break down.” He made it sound simple and it was almost comforting. Almost.

“Fuckin’ right it’s just us! Come on, Cal, we’re leaving NOW.”

She doesn’t understand, I think, it just gets harder. I reach out for her hand but she swings aside and I catch her arm instead. She looks back at me. Her eyes still glossy, her cheeks flushed and little beads of sweat are dancing in her hairline. She feels weak in my hand, as if I squeezed any harder she just might break. I pause for a moment. I need to tell her she’s wrong. I need to tell her he’s gone. Our baby, Ethan, can’t be found. I need to tell her there was no sound last night, not even the breath from our bundle of joy, but I can’t. “I’m getting you a coat, Cathryn, I’ll meet you outside.”

The next morning I lay in bed awake, like I had all night. I felt like a performer, stripped of his passion. I’m still breathing, but it’s all a show, I’m not really alive. Not on the inside. There are always complaints about their efficiency but I’m sure the police have called Cathryn by now. I shut my eyes for a second. Brace yourself, I think. The door slammed shut: she’s back.

“Still nothing,” she unraveled her scarf and tossed it on the bed, “I searched the street, there’s no tire tracks on our driveway either.”

She slumped down beside me. I blinked twice. Jesus, they are slow. “Get some rest, Cathryn.”

“I can’t just rest when he’s not here, Cal!”

“Well your exhausted self won’t find shit. I’ll look for a while,” I turned to see her already asleep. I don’t go looking of course, I know exactly where he is. I should really leave the house anyway but I’m too tired. I thought waiting would give me time to find the words but now I’m even weaker than before, I still can’t tell her. I haul myself out of bed and wobble all the way down the stairs. I made it to the living room. I clicked on the morning news. I felt my eyelids get heavy and I stopped listening. It was hours before my gaze left that screen but I can’t for the life of me remember anything that was said.

That night I got Cathryn’s coat and we searched the closest park, the next: a further one, after that every night was the same. I would get Cathryn’s coat and drive around the city until she asked me to pull over. We’d carry flashlights down alleys and spend the next day with black bags under our eyes. When it was my shift to look I’d wait to hear the deep inhale of Cathryn’s sleep driven breathing. Then I’d open the door she never did and sit in the rocking chair next to Ethan’s russet crib. Back and forth, I’d rock, back and forth. It was days before I did anything else in there, but I needed more. Being in there just wasn’t quite satisfying anymore, so I went into his crib and unfolded his soft blue blanket right into my nose. The very second those indulgent fibres hit my skin sweet baby smell rushed into my lungs and filled my entire body. I breathed deeper and deeper until I hit the climax of bliss. I exhale every last bit of breath I have to make room for the only thing I have to feel but the blanket unravels in my hand and I hear the innocent tinkle of ordnance hit the floor. Bliss flees my body faster than it rushed in. I kneel down and pinch a diamond between my finger and thumb; it’s sharp edges indenting my skin. This was half of a pair of simple delicate earrings that I bought my wife when we found out she was expecting. They were the pair she wore just a few weeks ago when her parents took us out for dinner to celebrate her birthday. They were the pair she wore when she kissed baby Ethan goodnight that evening. They were the pair she forgot to think about that night when one went missing. It was that earring that soothed Ethan to sleep as he clenched it in his tiny fist, and it was that earring that ended up blocking his airway until they removed it from his esophagus. This is the earring I’ve been worried Cathryn would go looking for, only to realize the truth. I held my breath to stop the vomit from making its way out. I trooped to the front door, yanked on my jacket, slipped the breathtaking diamond into my pocket and walked down our quiet street, until I hit the noise of the city.

“Cathryn, Sweetie, wake up,” my hand brushes a mass of her frail hair from her face to the pillow, “I need to talk to you, Cathryn.”

“What, Cal?”

“I think I found something, let me get your coat.”

It was during my shift one morning that I asked a pimply teenage boy wearing an oversized customer service shirt outside a gas station if he’d seen any suspicious activity in the area. I gave him a quick description of Ethan. My speech came out clear and fluidly. I’d delivered it to almost everyone in the area and my confidence usually warranted dedicated attention. But this kid, he just looked at me and pulled out a cigarette.

“I’m on my break, man.”

“This isn’t exactly a transaction, kid. My son is missing.” Just a glance and the flick of his lighter.

“How old are you?” I asked. He inhaled. “Don’t you know how bad smoking is for you? Why even start habits like that?”

He ignored me. Some people live in denial. Everyone chooses what they want to believe in.

“There was a guy, a little while back. Looked kind of... I dunno, sketchy,” he mumbled. After hours of following a loose description, Cathryn and I stopped to regroup.

“How do you even know he’s not just being an irritating little teenager getting a kick out of us for following his bullshit lead, Cal? This is ridiculous, we’ve been looking for hours.”

“You’re giving up?”

“Shouldn’t we? It’s been almost a year, Cal. We wouldn’t even recognize him if we did find him.”

“You can give up, Cathryn, not me,” I spat, “he’s out there. I know you can feel it, and giving up is not the parent I ever wanted to be.” I turned my back and waited for Cathryn to follow but I heard her start the car instead. She’s going home. At some point she’d lost her will to find our son. One day she was wildly convinced we would find him and the next she was angry, or hurt, or tired, or whatever. Now she was idling in the car, waiting for me to jump in beside her as if she already knew I would, like I was playing some sick game and she already knew my next move. Even the wind was cold against my face, making it hard to walk forward and leaving my skin red as if just smacked. For a moment I thought of doing just that, whirling around to climb into the passenger seat, turning my back against the biting wind. I tightened my jacket closer to my neck and pushed my hands deep into my pockets. I felt a sharp edge, the curve of a cut diamond. My chest stiffened. My fingers dropped the earring back into its place, but my eyes caught a glimpse of shine as it fell to my feet. I shoved my hand deeper into my pocket, and my pinky finger slid right through the bottom seam. There’s a hole in my pocket. I looked back at Cathryn, still idling with the window drawn looking exhausted.

“Cathryn, I’m just not ready to stop looking.”

She exhaled, and her fists tightened on the wheel. She turned and looked at me like a mother about to tell her child that no matter how many times he asks, he’s not getting that toy. Instead her gaze shifted to my feet. Shit, the earring. I stepped on it in hopes that she couldn’t remember, but of course she would. Brace yourself. She winced and one by one she released her fingers from her grip on the wheel.

“You’re right, Cal. We’re here for each other and it’s just us now.” “We have a better chance of finding him together. But I need a new coat.”

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