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raleighcarreras · 1 year

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it's all so incredibly loud

Part 6: there's a flood coming to sweep us away

Pairing: wanda maximoff x black!fem!reader

Rating: M (sexual content, language)

Warnings: sex, not very descriptive but still evident, vaginal fingering (r receiving), pietro is the best wing man ever, he's going to make sure his sister gets laid or die trying

Wrd Cnt: 1.9k?

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Notes: one more chapter (unless i decide on an epilogue) to go! The song is teenage dream but specifically the glee version (stop looking at me like that) 18+ only im so serious

"I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans. Be your teenage dream tonight."

You had gotten maybe an hour of sleep all night. First, the fiasco with the boys, and then with Wanda less than a foot away from you, relaxation was hard to come by.

You told her you needed her with you to calm down, and in all honesty, you thought you were telling the truth. But the opposite had occured. As soon as you heard her soft breathy snorts of air, you were riddled with energy.

Sleep didn't find you until the 10 O'clock hour in the morning. After Pietro came into the room with Alexis hanging off of his hip, chewing on his shirt. He told you he'd take the boys out to a 24 hour arcade he saw during his 6 am run. Promising to feed them, give them a stern Uncle Talk (TM), and thus giving you space to rest for as long as he could keep their attention.

You whispered a small, grateful 'Thank you' and Wanda grunted out something unintelligible. Otherwise, she had been dead to the world all night and well into the morning.

Wanda slept like she hadn't slept in months. And you did too, for an hour.

At 11: 06, you awoke to an arm tightening around your waist. Wanda also awoke to an arm tightening around your waist.

She tried to peel away from you, "Shit, Y/N. I'm sorry. Force of habit I guess."

You stopped her with a grip onto her wrist that presented itself more forceful than you intended, "No don't. Please."

Wanda replaced her arm, "Ok. I'm not going anywhere."

You had no business feeling this vulnerable. No business feeling like your ex-wife was the only thing anchoring you to the ground so you wouldn't float away into the stratosphere.

And yet...

That's exactly how you felt.

You felt like you needed to roll over and bury your face into Wanda's neck or else you would lose your mind. So, you did. And Wanda let you because she understood. She just got you.

You reveled in it.

If Wanda hadn't started speaking you would have gotten your second hour of sleep.

"Are you okay?"

And of all the things she could have asked, she chose something hard. You would have been better off with a calculus word problem.

You shrugged, "No. Yes. I don't know. I just feel, y'know?"

"Yes. I do. I just feel all the time."

"How do you deal with it?"

You could feel Wanda's eyelashes flutter on the side of your forehead, "Well, lately? By talking about it. Normally, figuring out why I feel like that helps a lot."

Could you tell Wanda why you felt the way you felt? Could you tell her how your stubbornness was leading to your children thinking they were a burden? Could you tell her that in some ass backwards turn of events it was you who dreaded when she had to leave, and prayed for her return?

Could you tell her that Pietro took the boys out to the arcade so they didn't get the wrong idea seeing the two of you in the same bed, and now it seemed he should have taken you too because you were getting the wrong idea seeing the two of you in the same bed?

"I feel-I feel like I should have gone to therapy too."

Wanda laughed at that, "Don't go to Dr. Raynor. She just looks at you until you realize what you just said was stupid."

But you don't laugh, "I feel like I missed you. I feel like I missed this... being with you. I feel like I shouldn't feel those things. But I also feel like it doesn't matter if I shouldn't because I already do."

Wanda shrugged you away from her side so she could look at you better. The two of you mirroring each other on your sides.

"Can I tell you something?"

You nodded with a look of concern, "You can tell me anything." And you've meant that for years. You've never stopped.

"When I went off the deep end and Strange helped me come back to myself, and I said I'd never use my powers again unless it was the last resort...that flipped something in me. I had just lost my family and then I couldn't use the tools I was gifted to protect them if it ever happened again..."

Tears crawled slowly out of the corners of Wanda's eyes but she didn't bother swiping them away and neither did you.

"...that ruined me. Last night was the first time I've slept throughout the night in a very long time."

You grabbed at Wanda's face, your thumbs sliding over her cheekbones and smearing tear tracks in their wake, "Wanda, why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't want to seem weak. I didn't want you to worry about my problems. Yes, I realize how stupid that sounds now."

"We're a team, you know that, right?"

"I do, I just got a little lost somewhere in there."

"Good."

You assume that the fact that you can't tell who leans in first, probably insinuates that you both do at the same time.

But it ultimately doesn't matter when your lips touch for the first time in months, and as your hand trails down from her face to fist into her T-shirt, you realize just how lost you had been too.

You're still not too keen on telling her how her bottom lip between your own felt like coming home. And that her solid grip on your barely covered waist practically had you purring.

You sure as hell weren't going to tell her the last time you had been touched this way was by Sharon all those weeks ago and it didn't feel even a bit like this at all.

Though, when she repositions you onto your back to kiss at that spot below your ear, and you moan breathily into hers, you have a feeling she somehow knows.

Wanda's hand slithers up to your chest, raising your shirt up as it goes. Eventually, Wanda gets tired of the garment and slips it easily over your head. Her own following suit soon after.

Her hand tweaked at a nipple, smiling at your squeak of a response, "You're beautiful."

Another unoccupied hand trailed over your stomach before stopping at the hem of your shorts and underwear.

You've got the sudden urge to scream, maybe even beg, "Wanda...please."

"Are you sure?"

What about any of your body language in that current moment said 'unsure'?

"I'm sure. Touch me."

It's not make-up sex that you're having. At least, not really. Not...yet. It's more of 'thank god you're here with me and not letting me slip into a state of mortal peril' sex. Which is, of course, the next best thing.

When Wanda does finally slip underneath your thin garments, and the pads of her fingers trace delicately over your center, you think you might cry.

Whether it be from relief or some other feeling is the least of your worries at the moment.

In some way, you feel bad for Wanda, there's no way she doesn't feel your nails currently digging into her arm, but judging from the glimpse you get every time you manage to pry your eyes open, she seems pretty pleased with herself despite any pain she may be feeling.

The worst part? She's not even inside of you yet.

You're losing your mind over her fingers circling your clit and slipping, sliding over your lips. And you're drenched. Dripping some might even say.

"You're soaked, Detka..." Is what Wanda ends up whispering over your parted mouth. And you have no choice but to cosign.

You could feel her fingertips teasing at your entrance and your chest heaved. It took everything in you not to buck your hips to speed the process along. Only because you know Wanda. You know she likes to bask in your impatience. In your neediness. You know she likes it when you beg.

And you can't find it in you to do anything but.

"Wands, please fuck me."

She's leaning over you now. She had forgone general confidence and went straight to cocky, for lack of a better word. There's no need to pretend like you don't like it.

"Open your eyes." A simple request, it would seem. But it was easier said than done.

Soon, you manage to open your eyes, unfocused as they are. You stare back at Wanda with a bite to your lip and a strain to your neck.

"Say it again."

The words dribble from your lips like milk down a chin, "Wanda, please fuck me. I need-"

Your expletives cut off in exchange for a sharp inhale of breath.

Her fingers slipped into you easily, your resulting moan is the loudest one yet and just as sinful as your whimpers.

Wanda eyed you through her eyelashes, most of your energy was being used to stare back at her.

Her fingers rutted out, then back in. Pumping into you with enough force for your breath to hitch in rhythm.

You whimpered and panted, urging Wanda to pick up the pace. And she happily obliged.

"You look so gorgeous like this." The praise fluttering throught your ear and wrapped softly around your chest.

The hand that wasn't permanently glued to Wanda's poor bicep, reached for her neck, bringing her down into a deliriously arousing kiss.

She pumped into you, as firmly as your underwear allowed. Your bud caught against her palm. It was almost too much for you.

Your hips rolled against her hand, moans increasing in pitch and volume until Wanda had no choice but to muffle the sound with her lips again.

"God...Wanda!"

The kids may be gone, but you did still have neighbors.

It's not much longer after that you let go into Wanda's hand. Your legs trembling and your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

Wanda brought you down softly. Her hand on your waist to keep you from moving.

"But-"

"I'm good. Get some rest. I know you didn't sleep. I thought you would pass out somewhere in the middle of that, if I'm being honest."

You pouted and playfully swatted at her shoulder, "You snore and I got unused to it."

"That's not why you didn't sleep."

You bit the inside of your cheek, "It's not. I find your hog calling cute for some reason."

Wanda ignored the insistence that she snored, "What kept you awake?"

You weren't exactly sure what to say. The simple answer; you had been thinking all night. Too much and too little.

The complicated answer; you missed your fucking wife. And then, she was right there next to you and you didn't know what to feel. You didn't know if you wanted her back permanently or just needed the temporary comfort.

There was still a big question about this entire situation that you had yet to receive an answer to, and maybe then you could begin to figure things out.

"It's my turn to tell you something." You breathed out softly.

"Tell me everything."

You swallowed around the metaphorical lump obstructing your throat, "When I found out about...y'know....I couldn't help but think it was my fault, it was something I did to push you away. I thought that, and even though I didn't know what it was, I still tried to fix it, to fix me. And, that wasn't good...I-I just need to know if it was something I did."

"No. No, it was never you. After Strange, I guess I just felt like I wasn't enough. Like I couldn't be enough. And instead of talking to you about that like a normal person, I got so drunk I couldn't see straight and went home with someone who couldnt either. Fuck, I am so sorry I made you feel like that. I promise it was never you. You're perfect."

Your tears soak into the skin of Wanda's neck. Marking her in a way you've never done.

The silence that results is somewhere between comfortable and not, but Wanda breaks it anyway.

"Go on a date with me."

You hum, that time you really were seconds from passing out, "A date?"

"Yes. A date. I think we've changed a lot and should probably reintroduce ourselves to each other."

You nodded slowly, "Okay. You have to find a babysitter though and it can't be Pietro because he needs a babysitter too most days. I have a feeling he let Alexis chew his shirt right off his body today."

"Deal."

Another bout of silence. This time, you're the one who breaks it.

"Fuck, we're going to need so much therapy."

Wanda laughs.

"I'm sorry."

"I know." And you do. You know she is.

Eventually, you do fall asleep, and right before Pietro and the kids get home, Wanda slips out of your room into the livingroom. Making it look like she was there the entire morning.

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff #marvel female reader insert #marvel fanfiction #wlw fiction #jessicas fanfic #its all so incredibly loud

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peachyysugaa · 3 years

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scream

― youtuber!park sunghoon x streamer!gn!reader

it's hard to stream horror video games when your neighbor is always filming dangerous mukbangs and screaming.

genre: e2l, neighbors au, angst to fluff, humor

wc: 3.2k

warnings: horror game mentions, cw food and mentions of cooking live things (inspired by this youtuber), sunghoon's a jerk at first :<, one mention of underage drinking (don't follow mc's example pls fisnfkskf), a few swear words

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the last upload! feel free to read on its own! ♞──────────────────────────♞

"AAAGH!" and there it is. your brows furrow upon hearing your neighbor's cry. does he not understand how thin these walls are?! there's a reason only college students stay here! grimacing, you ignore it and move your mouse to look around the dark house.

"oh shoot, i wonder if he's behind me?" you say to your audience while watching your viewers fill the chat with your custom subscriber emojis. "i'm going to do it, everyone, just―"

"OHMYGODOHMYGOD WHYYY?!"

more like why couldn't you be quiet?! you close your eyes in frustration but attempt to keep a straight face for the people watching you. "sorry if you heard that, i guess someone's having a bad day?" you chuckle nervously as you turn around in the video game to see a black slender figure. "oh! whoa, okay, i'm just going to run over here."

you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.

as if on cue, another scream is heard from the other side of the wall. "EEE! oh my god, i'm going to do it, i'm going to do it!"

what on earth was this kid doing that he was screaming every weekend? you didn't even scream that much, and you played horror games for a living! your stomach growls as you're thinking this and as a living human being, you listen to it and get up to make ramyeon. however, even as you're making your dinner and even as you're trying to enjoy it with some show playing on the tv, of course, you have to be subjected to your neighbor's loud yells. once you're finished, you notice how oddly quiet it is and decide to give whoever this guy was a piece of your mind.

marching over with your keys in hand, you knock aggressively on apartment no. 505 until it opens. behind the door is a tall male with a face so well-proportioned you're thinking it's possible that some being above sculpted it themselves. his nose is accented with one mole on the side of his nose bridge and another a few centimeters under the opposite eye. "can i help you?" his rich voice asks with a slight sting to it.

you snap yourself out of it by blinking, incredulous that you almost forgot your mission just because he has a handsome face. "yea, you can help me by being quieter," you boldly state with your arms crossed in front of your chest. "you realize you're not the only one living in this complex, right? the walls are so thin, i can hear you screaming every time."

the male raises an eyebrow at you and scoffs to the side as if he can't believe what he's hearing. "can you just deal with it? some of us have to make a living."

"news flash, dude, that's all of us! the only people who would be willing to live in this place are college students! listen, i stream horror games for my work, and i don't even scream as loud as you," you retort and point your index finger from you to him. "so i think you should learn how to keep your volume down."

"and why haven't i heard these complaints from anyone else?" he tries to debate back.

"maybe because they're just quietly tolerating you. as for me, i can't anymore, so take this as your first warning, room 505." you turn around quickly with a huff and speed to your apartment next door.

as you're above to close the door, you hear him shout back at you. "my name's park sunghoon, room 506. remember it, because i'm going to make your life a living hell."

"l/n y/n, park sunghoon. we'll see about that." with that, you both simultaneously shut your doors with a slam that causes the walls to shudder a bit.

oh, he kept his promise alright. from stare-downs in the hallway, to bringing weird live animals in the elevator at the same time you're in there, to snarky remarks at the entrance that almost always lead to fights, park sunghoon has definitely made your life hell. to make matters worse, his screaming got even louder. you're sure that's a violation of some rule, right? wrong, the management for the building doesn't care all too much, as long as he's not doing anything illegal and nobody else has complained. you get what you paid for is the right saying here.

you were not having it. as a streamer and college student, weekends are your days with the freest time, and he took that from you. you found out that he was not just a college student but a youtuber, one that filmed dangerous mukbangs with live animals that he would then cook and eat, and because of that, he had also chosen to film on weekends. that was exactly why you had always encountered his screaming on days you were streaming, and now, tired of how petty he was, you decided to just cram your weekdays with school and streaming.

at first, it was fine, but as your days became packed with more studying on the weekends at the library to avoid sunghoon, you grew tired: tired of the crammed weekdays and for god's sake, tired of living your life running away. taking out a bottle of peach soju that your upperclassman dancer friend had snuck for you, you pop it open and make your way to the balcony that you barely used.

as you take a swig of the alcoholic beverage, you prop yourself onto the railing and gaze at the buildings before you, their lights blinding you from the stars of the night sky. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's your low energy state, but something compels you to scream. "i'm so tired!!" you yell out to the skyline. letting out a sigh, you plop down into the spare plastic chair and go for another drink.

"drinking your worries away? that's not going to solve anything," a male voice speaks up. your eyes catch sight of sunghoon, who has slid open his own balcony door. he's dressed in a casual beige hoodie and sweats as if he had spent the day just relaxing.

"as if you care," you mumble with your lips pressed against the green glass. "you're literally at the root of all my problems."

he scoffs at your statement. "this again? look, i'm getting tired of you placing all this blame on me when i'm—"

"are you so sure about that?" you calmly and sternly interrupt. the alcohol really has unlocked your usually inhibited thoughts. "why did i move my streaming days onto the weekdays when i normally spend them studying? because your screaming on the weekends always got picked up by my mic. why do i get 4 hours of sleep every day and study all night at the library on weekends?" it's like when sunghoon had taken a stick to prod at you, the floodgates burst open. you weren't stopping until you gave him a piece of your mind. "because i have to cram my streaming schedule and studying schedule to accommodate to your filming one. maybe i am blaming you, but i've tried my best to do my job all while studying and having to deal with an asshole like yourself who's so inconsiderate that he can't even do one thing for his neighbor who's practically dying to adjust their lifestyle because of someone else's."

your neighbor goes silent after that, choosing to just sigh and go back inside his apartment. you relish in the silence that comes after he shuts the door and down the rest of your bottle before heading back inside yourself. strangely after that incident, you heard less and less of sunghoon on the weekend and thus were able to return to your normal schedule. even while passing by him, he kept his mouth shut and would just nod a cordial hello. you guess what you said that night really got through to him.

and he proves that because after about three weekends, you hear a knock on your door. upon opening it, you're surprised to see sunghoon behind it, his hands behind his back as he shifts side to side. "oh, hello sunghoon," you greet him awkwardly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"hey y/n," he returns. the youtuber stops fidgeting for a moment and bows after gathering up some courage. "listen, i just want to say i'm sorry." he looks up at your face, searching for some sign of hatred and he thankfully finds none, so he continues. "i didn't realize how much of an asshole i was until you said that. i was just thinking about myself and not about you or anybody else. i hope i was able to prove it to you these past three weeks, and i promise i won't go back to my old habits."

your silence is not so reassuring, so sunghoon nervously lifts his head to peek at your face to find an astonished expression. you stammer a little bit and hold the doorframe to keep yourself in place. "u-uh... gosh, i don't know what to say, sunghoon," you stutter. then, you notice another neighbor exiting the elevator, looking at the two of you strangely since sunghoon is still lowering his head. "oh! you can stand up straight now! please."

he does as you say, smiling sheepishly, and you notice how much better he looks smiling than the usual smirks he had sent you before. "apology accepted, sunghoon."

"r-really?"

you nod. "i mean, you really have proven yourself lately, so i don't see why i shouldn't."

"great!" his smile grows wider, making you blush and look anywhere but his face. "then i have a surprise for you to start over." you shoot him a confused look that he disregards out of boyish excitement. "close up, come over to my place for a few."

"o-okay, give me a moment, i'll be right over," you say as he rushes back to his apartment. you hurriedly grab your keys and look in the mirror next to your door to smooth out your hair before you're scolding yourself for caring about looks when he literally just saw you. closing the door, you lock up, head over to room 505, and knock.

"it's open," his voice calls from inside, and with that, you push the door open to find the living space of your own apartment, except totally flipped. to your left is a small living room, complete with a two-seater couch, a tv stand, and a tv. whereas to your right, there was a dining room fit for two, the kitchen right behind it before a hallway leads to the single bedroom and bathroom. you're too busy taking in this opposite room that you don't notice the fish tank on the round table full of live fish. "come over here," he says with an enthusiastic grin.

"yah, park sunghoon. what in the world is this?" you say flabbergasted.

"i'm showing you what i do for a living and cooking you a fresh meal," is all he has to say as you grimace and reluctantly move towards him. "this is my second time cooking it, so it should go a lot better."

"and what exactly is... it?"

"mudfish, way less than what i usually have for mukbangs though." you know, you had completely forgotten what the guy did on youtube since his handsome face distracted you for a handful of moments, but now reality had set in for you: he was going to do this live in front of you.

if you're uncomfortable with cooking live fresh food, please skip to the next italicized line!

"i swear to god, park sunghoon, if you do anything stupid, consider this restart invalid. you'll be hearing from my lawyer," you unsuccessfully warn him as you watch him put on some gloves and grab a cup of salt.

"relax, you're with me. i'm practically a pro," he tries reassuring you, but then he sprinkles the salt inside the tank. the fish start splashing around violently, causing you to let out a small yelp as some splashes of water get on you. "yaaah, this is way better than last time!"

"is this what you do every weekend?!" you shout at a low volume and cover your eyes with your hands.

"you can look now, it's fine," sunghoon says, pointing at the fish. you peek through the gaps between your fingers to see that the fish have stopped moving. sunghoon smirks as you take your hands away from your face. "see? i'm a pro."

coating and deep frying starts here!

he starts to coat them one by one in egg and flour and lays them down on a baking pan lined with paper. you watch as he handles each one delicately with concentration. "do you want me to start the oil?" you offer.

"oh! that would be great, thanks! the wok is already on the stove, just turn it on," he explains. you find the wok exactly where he had told you and turn on the gas stove accordingly, as if you've been here hundreds of times before, but in reality, you just have the same appliances. by the time the oil has been heated to the right temperature, sunghoon has already finished coating the fish. the two of you work together to place each one in the oil, listening to them sizzle and pop.

"we make a good team," sunghoon comments once every fish has started frying. you take care of the tongs and move them around when appropriate. "you should come by and guest star in one of my videos."

"if it's anything like today's, no thank you," you politely reject.

"what if... i invite you to eat after i cook?" he shoots his shot again. rolling your eyes playfully, you see that the fish are all thoroughly fried and turn off the fire. with his own tongs, sunghoon puts the fish on the plate as you go off to prepare two bowls of rice. the small dining room table gets cleaned up, so the two of you can start your meal. "okay, your answer?"

"depends on how good this mudfish is," you reply, holding up a fried fish with your chopsticks. he follows suit, and you two cheer your meals together.

"i'll eat well," the both of you say in harmony. finally, you take a bite of the crispy fish and hum in satisfaction, your eyes widening.

"mm! it's really good!" you compliment as he takes joy in your pleased expression.

"i'll take that as a yes to my question then?"

"hoon, i'll come over whenever you want me to," you exaggerate.

"deal," he accepts quickly so that you can't take it back. and that's how your first meal went with park sunghoon. soon enough, one meal turned into two, to five, to ten, until you're basically spending a lot of time with the youtuber. pretty much every weekend, you and sunghoon set it up so that you would cook and eat together in the afternoon so that you would have the rest of the evening to stream.

at some point, you find out that his major is biology, which is similar to your own in biochemistry, so your time with sunghoon extends to studying together and eventually gaming. one of you is always at the other's place and vice versa like you couldn't be without each other for a single moment.

you're eating takoyaki with said boy in your apartment this time, staring at his well-proportioned facial features as you chew slowly and think. he catches your unwavering gaze and chuckles. "is there something on my face, y/n?"

"i'm just thinking," you vaguely reply.

"about the thing on my face?" you shake your head at this. "then what is it? i know i'm really handsome and all, but you literally see me all the time."

"that's exactly my point!" you cry out as if you hit eureka, shocking him in the process. "we're together all the time. we were literally enemies at first, and now it's like we're dating! what is this, some kind of shitty fanfiction?" yes

"well, do you want us to date?" luckily, you had just swallowed the last bit of your takoyaki ball because that could've made you choke. instead, you suddenly start coughing, and he pushes your water towards you.

the coldness of the water does nothing to help your rising temperature as you take big gulps of it. "wh-what kind of question is that?" you ask, patting your mouth dry with a nearby tissue.

"a serious one," he answers nonchalantly. "because i like you." stream dreamcatcher BEcause

"huh? since when?" you're practically in disbelief. no way sunghoon liked you back. you had just discovered your own feelings not too long ago when you had tucked him in after an intense study session and he whispered your name. ever since then, you got butterflies in your stomach around him, and not because he made it a mukbang. (but you wouldn't put it past him?)

the male rubs the back of his neck. "it's been a while. i just know that i like you."

"st-stop saying that!" you wave your hands in front of your face frantically to hide the redness you know that has spread all over.

"oh? or what, room 506?" he gets up from his seat across from you to prop his elbows on the table, getting a closer look at your cute, embarrassed appearance as he rests his head on his hands. "make me," he prods some more.

reminiscent of the first time you cooked together, you peeked through your fingers to witness his adorable grin waiting for you. as if wanting you to seal the deal, he closes his eyes and smiles with just his lips. you shyly reach out to grab his cheeks, taking a moment to brush the fringe out of his eyes so you can adore the moles that dotted his face, and slowly bring your own lips towards his to press them together in a kiss.

it's short but sweet, and soon you're pulling away and finding your fingers more interesting. sunghoon's eyes flutter open and fondly gazed at you. "be mine?" he speaks up.

"if you stop making my heart scream, then yeah," you mumble, stealing a glance at his smug smile. he laughs, stands up, and walks over to your side of the table. turning your chair around as if you weighed nothing, he places his hands on the table behind you, engaging you in between his long limbs.

"sweetheart, that's the whole point," he says, leaning down to chase your lips and kiss you until your heart can't take it anymore. you're both screaming on the inside as your hearts keep pounding in your chests, but at least this time it's from your pure feelings towards each other.

a/n: omg this is the last of captured on camera EEE thank you all so so much for being here with me on this journey of my first one-shot series <3 this really shows my growth as a writer, and i'm so glad i could share it with y'all! i hope you all look forward to my next one-shot series~

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issabangtanfic · 3 years

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[Jungkook] The Windmill House (Chapter 11)

Synopsis: When your stereotypical Christian Grey meets his not so stereotypical Anna

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

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It's been years since I’ve been left with that much energy after a day at work. I have minimal oiliness on my face by the time I check my mirror in my car. I actually feel like I could run a mental marathon, which is good considering my next stop. Tonight, I’m seeing the flirtatious Mr.Jeon so he can finally give me the brief for the windmill house. I have to admit, I’ve kind of been looking forward to it, not only because the house is amazing, but also because I find some fun in declining his straightforward yet quite funny advances. I drive my Mini out of London, to the secluded green space where Mr.Jeon’s house is. I stifle a smile walking up the crackled stairs. I almost fell on it the first time I came here. I remember almost losing my shit when he caught me. I don’t think I’d be that phased if it were to happen today. I’ve had him way closer to me since then, and that has been something too.

I park my car at the end of the dirt road at the bottom of the hill, and hike up the stairs that lead to the house. When I get there, I notice a black wooden door with mouldings has been installed. It's better than the sad plank that was there before, and it actually kind of fits the architecture. I knock on the door, and a few moments later, Mr Jeon opens it.

“Miss Fair.” He greets, smiling at me, all grey suit and white shirt, his tie gone, three of his buttons undone. I stop my eyes from moving further down, not wanting to check him out too obviously.

“Good Evening, Mr.Jeon.” I murmur, returning the smile. He always looks so yummy.

“Good evening.” He replies, stepping aside to let me in. “Please, come in.”

Step into the house, the floorboards creaking under my heels as I make my way in, and he closes the door behind me.

“How was your day?” He asks as I walk into the living room, myeyes immediately going to the immense, 3 to 4 meter high bookshelf I saw last time. The house is as pretty as I remember it.

“Busy.” I reply evasively, my eyes wandering up to the ceiling, and the dome where the roof opens up onto the sky.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asks, pulling my attention back to him. I turn to him, and he's leaning against the kitchen counter, hands shoved in his pockets. I narrow my eyes at him.

“Are you going to try and turn this into a date?” I ask warily. Of course he's trying to make this a dinner date. He chuckles ,taking a few steps towards me.

“I’m worried about your blood sugar.” He counters, and I roll my eyes to the heavens. My blood pressure is what is really worrying.

“I am fine, thank you.” I decline politely. This is a business meeting, Maya. I turn back around, venturing further in the living space. The couches are still covered by white sheets, except for one old brown leather armchair that I will one hundred percent stay in the house.

“Where should we start?” He prompts as I set my bag down onto the pretty arm chair.

“We can go from room to room and you tell me whatever you want to be done." I explain, sliding my coat off of my shoulders. I set it down on the back rest of the chair and start gathering my equipment. "I can also give you my ideas. I’ll snap a few pictures so I can remember how everything looks.” I say, pulling my tablet, camera and notepad out of my bag.

“Then, I’ll draw sketches and I’ll come back to you for your approval.” I conclude.

“Okay.”

“I'll also need the blueprints of the house.” I add before I forget.

“I’ll send them to you.”

“Okay.” I turn around , glancing at the stairs that lead up to the star-azing platform..

“I really want to start up there.” I informed him. I have been thinking about this part of the house ever sincethe first time I came here. The sun has set, and I'm not sure what I'll be able to see but I'm curious.

“Sure.” He concedes, walking me up to the stairs. He lets me go first while he stays down under the staircase to turn the crank that lifts the blinds from the roof.

On the platform there is what I'm guessing is a telescope covered by a white sheet pointed at the ceiling.

After he gets to work the panels slowly go up, unveiling a dark sky with a few sparkles, and an almost full moon clearly visible.

“Oh, wow.” I whisper. This isn't the starriest sky I've seen in my life, but it's pretty bright for something just 45 minutes away from London. I guess the light pollution doesn't hit as much here.

A few seconds later, Mr.Jeon climbs the stairs and comes up behind me. This space has so much potential. It's so unique, I don't think I've ever seen anything like that before.

“So your grandfather designed this?” I ask him, unable to detach my eyes from the spectacle in front of me.

“Yes. I’d like to keep it like this of course, but I want this space to have seats.” He explains, pulling my attention back to the platform I'm standing on. The stairs and floor are metal, which gives it a very industrial feel, but doesn't match the warmth we're trying to give the house. Imagine laying on a comfy fatboy and just staring up at the sky for hours.

“Like a star-gazing station?” I ask him.

“Exactly.” He concurs. “I think it’d be nice if you were able to lay down too.”

“I agree.” I nod.

"I think," Mr.Jeon trails off, stepping in front of me and reading the calendar stuck on the wall right next to the covered telescope. "Venus should be visible tonight." He says as he checks the time on his watch. Venus?

"Really?" My eyes widen in excitement as he uncovers the telescope. It's dark green and kind of rusty, defenitely an old piece of equipement. I bet this belonged to his gandfather. It's not dusty though, meaning he probably uses it frequently.

"I mean it is visible during the day too, it's one of the brightest objects in the sky." He explains, unscewing the lense cover and the eye piece. Oh, I'm about to see a planet for the first time! I'm still surprised a man like him has this kind of interest. It's really not common.

"But it might be too low now." He muses, and I watch as he twists and turns the telescope that is almost his height, following an integrated compass with coordnates. He looks into the telescope in silence, and I'm fascinated by how easy he makes it look. This businessman has hobbies that don't consist in golf.

"There she is." He says once he's found his target, and steps back from the telescope. "Take a look." He invites me. I take his place and look through the lense, to see white bright disc in the center of my vision.

"It's so bright." I observe. I'm only seeing a bright disc of light, I wonder what it would look from up close.

"It's atmosphere is mainly thick clouds which makes it really reflective." I hear him explain behind me.

"You sound so nerdy." I remark, turning around to look at him. He crosses his arms.

"I wouldn't be building rockets if I wasn't a nerd." He retorts. True. I take another look at the planet thoufh the telescope. It's amazing to see, but I'm really curious about how it would look if I were on the surface. It's kinda sad that I'll probably never know.

"This is a really cool place to have in a house." I muse, looking back at him. He has his very own small scale observatory. "I've never seen anything quite like this."

"It's pretty nice." He agrees. I pull out my camera and snap a few picturs of the space, and we move on with the rest of the tour. After coming back down into the livingroom, we both agree to keep the massive bookshelf. That was a given; this is another huge piece of the house that never in a million years I would have considered removing even if he asked me to.

He tells me his grandfather has read evey single one of the books in there, and has even written some of them. He throws some ideas for the arrangement of the space ,and I snap e few more pictures. Then we tour the rest of the house; the dinning room, the two bedrooms upstairs, the bathroom, and the backyard. It takes us almost an hour to complete, and we're back in the living room, where I put down all my tools and start to pack up.

“Wine?"

I turn around to find him behind the kitchen ocunter, holding an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. He's trying to make me drink again! I give him a dissaproving stare.

“I bought this bottle for the occasion.” He tells me.

“What occasion?”

"Any day I get to see you is worth celebrating to me.” He coos. Oh please! “Considering how you’re always avoiding me.” He adds. Oh, I know where this is going.

“I am not going to sleep with you tonight.” I articulate, trying to sound convinving despite my amused tone.

“I’m just offering you a drink.”

“You’re trying to get me drunk.”

“Maya, you’re way smarter than this.” He tilts his head to the side.

“Excuse me?” I mimick him, crossing my arms under my chest.

“You wouldn’t be here if you really thought I was going to try to take advantage of you like that.” He points out. True. But still.

“It’s Italian wine.” He adds when I don't answer. “I think you’ll love it.”

How does he know what I like already?!

“Just one glass.” I give in. One tiny glass. I'm driving anyways so I'm not about to go crazy tonight.

“Okay.” He agrees before pulling two wine glasses from under the counter. He pours me half a glass, before serving himself.

I thim and we clink our glasses before taking a sip each. An boy this man knows his wine. I love sweet reds. Before I can even comment on the taste, there's a loud knock on the front door.

"Just in time." He comments, droping his class and walking over to the door. Who is he expecting? I hear the door open.

"Thank you Jimin." Mr Jeon says. Jimin? Isn't that his assistant? I remember his name from the time I went to the purple mansion. The door closes and Mr.Jeon reappears.

“I hope you like sushi." He announces, holding two plastic bags in his hands. Sushi?

"You ordered food?" I gasp, my face a mix of confusion and glee. "I figured you wouldn't have had time to eat." He answers, walking over to me. I watch, mesmerised as he drops the food on the counter. My eyes follow as he pulls out one, then a second, then a third plate of colorful sushi. There’s makis too, salmon, tuna, sea breaam sushi- a lot f very good stuff. I’m salivating, my eyes hugging the food close. "Hungry?" I look up and see him smirking at me. I love sushi, and I don’t know if I can refuse this offer. This is better than sex. "Well, I wouldn't want to waste." I shrug a shoulder, making him chuckle. He then pulls out the sauces, disposable chopsticks and napkins. Little white makis catch my attention. "What are these?" I ask, pointing at my first preys. "Cheese makis.” "Cheese?" I repeat. Has there been a kind I haven’t tried yet? It’s time to update the sushi-pedia. "Have bite.” Mr.Jeon proposes, splitting a pair of chopsticks. He picks one of the cheese sushi and brings it over to my face. At this moment, I don’t even feel like pointing out how inappropriate it is, this man just won’t stop. I bite the sushi off, surprised by the creaminess of the cheese. I hum appreciatively. Sushi can never go wrong, even with cheese in it. This is amazing. "Right?" He concurs, smiling softly. "It's good." I agree once I’ve swallowed. Mr. Jeon hands me another pair of chopsticks, and I dive into the colorful maki rolls. "I'm going to be honest," I trail off after the first two bites. "You have found my weak spot." I mumble. "Sushi?" He says, amused. I nod vigorously. I would have declined any other type of food he would have proposed, but not sushi. He was spot on, and I'm not ashamed for giving in. "Any physical weak spot you want to tell me about?" When I look back at him, he’s turned his body so he’s facing me. Elbow propped onto the counter, he’s giving me all his attention. Oh you wish, Mr.Hotbuttocks. "I'll let you in on a secret." I announce, twisting so I’m facing him as well. "I'm all ears." He murmurs. Feeling brave, I lean closer to him, prompting him to bend his neck and quite literally give me his ear. A distant, unused and forbidden part of my brain wants to bite his earlobe just to see his reaction. But I refrain. "I'm not having sex with you." I whisper, making him chuckle. He pulls back, shaking his head at me. I catch another sushi. "There was a time when you wouldn't say that." He says to me, eyes playful. "I was drunk." I retort. "Just tipsy." He counters. Ha! "There's not much difference." I mumble. "Let me put it another way.” He prompts, and I don’t like the smirk he’s giving me. I narrow my eyes at him. "Are you attracted to me?" He asks, but I’m not sure it’s a question. He’s looking at me dead in the eyes, probably watching my pupils dilate. I don’t think I can ever say no to that question, now that Iiterally have drunk-dialed him asking for sex. But I’m not going to admit it either. "Does it really matter?" Is the best I come up with, and he laughs at me in a short snort. I know he knows that was a lame attempt, but he ignores it. "Well, you know the feeling is mutual." He murmurs, and it makes my insides fuzzy. Such a handsome man being attracted to me physically is a confidence booster, but I also know the fact that I don’t take shit from him also plays a role in it. He likes that I'm not giving in. "You're only attracted to me because I resist you." I reply. He raises an eyebrow. "Is that why you're resisting me? So you can have me chasing you?” He asks, leaning closer to me and propping his chin on his fist. I am more phased by his words than his proximity. Am I enjoying the chase? I mean the only reason I’m not throwing myself at him is because I know when he finally gets me it’ll be over. Is that what's stopping me? Knowing there probably won't be a second time? Or is it the fact that I'll just be another rebelious woman he'd managed to tame?

“No.” I shake my head after thinking about it for too long. I mimic him, resting my head on the palm of my hand, my elbow right next to his. “Well, I’m not attracted to you because you resist me." He murmurs, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “Sure.” “Let me get to my point." He prompts. Oh, whatever.

"You're submissive, right?" He asks out of the blue, taking me by surprise. Excuse me? Rude!

I immediately feel exposed, because I know he knows the answer to that question. I feel my face heat up. Where is he going with this? "Maybe." I reply, trying my hardest not to betray my panic. But I can’t bring myself to lie looking into his eyes, so I look away, earning another heartfelt chuckle. "Maybe, alright." He repeats. He sees right through me .To be fair, I am not putting the best act. I'm too easily read. I blush, I frown, I fidget, I play with my hair - I have the most telling body language and it hasn't helped me once in life. “What is your point, Mr.Jeon?” I ask, wanting to end the torture. "So when you find someone attractive, you tend to let them take control and bring you pleasure." He trails off. I nod in agreement, still unsure where this is going. "But it doesn't mean you're weak or dependent. You chose to be in that position because that's what brings you the most pleasure. In fact outside the bedroom you're a very opinionated woman and you get your way quite often." He adds. I'm still following at this point, but I know he's trying to get me somewhere I don't want to be. I repeat his words in my head a second time. I feel like I’m about to get tricked. "True." I agree reluctantly, knowing I probably shouldn't. “See, you think I'm all about the challenge and keeping women who challenge me submissive and obedient, but I work differently." He explains. Oh, I’m sure he does. "Just like you being submissive doesn't mean you're dependent and passive, me wanting to pin you against a wall and do things to you has nothing to do with my respect for you or women in general." He murmurs. Pin me against a wall and do things to me?! I take a discreet but deep breath, watching as the corner of his mouth turns into a smirk when he realises I’m already imagining things. "What I'm trying to say is," He trails off, and I think I catch his pupils dilating as our eyes meet. "When I find someone attractive, I tend to hold down..." He says, his tone lower, his voice so seductive it sounds like a purr. "And bite..." He adds, bringing the tip of his index finger just under my ear. "And kiss..." I hold his gaze while he slowly runs it down the side of my neck, barely brushing my skin but letting me feel plenty. "And lick..." He stops at the spot where my neck and shoulder connect, my hairs standing alert in the wake of his touch. His eyes don’t leave mine, intense and blazing. My libido is through the roof. I want him to do that again. Biting and kissing and licking... I’m not learning anything new here. I’ve always known this man was dominant and kinky. I’m not surprised, but he’s just so sexy. He oozes sex, he smells like sex, he looks like sex, it’s intoxicating. "Because that's what gives me the most pleasure." He adds, his voice feeling like butter. "But I also always have my partner's pleasure in mind. Sometimes more than my own." He says, barely hiding the promise in his words. He leans back as if to mark the ending of his monologue, and that’s when I realise I had stopped breathing.

I feel dizzy and my cheeks are burning. "Well,”I sigh, reaching for my wine. “Your next conquest should consider herself lucky." I say, raising my glass in his honor, before throwing the entire thing back. I feel thirsty, and hot and bothered. "Yeah, you should." He retorts, making me splutter and almost choke on my wine. He laughs at me, his laugh loud and boyish, while I try not to spit wine all over myself. “You have no shame.” I say in wonder, shaking my head at his mirth. "What should I be ashamed of? Being attracted to you?" He retorts. "Being inappropriate." I reply, narrowing my eyes at him. What a tease. "You're smiling." He counters. "It's better than you running from me." He murmurs, his words heavier than what he wants me to think. I don't think I'm running away as much as I used to. I went to dinner with him, and I'm here today. I'm still aware of the majo red flags he waved at me when we first met though. "You give me reasons to run." I argue. This man smells like trouble, and I'm hovering over a dangerous line but I'm confident in my capacity to protect myself. His gaze turns to playful to a little bit more serious. He looks pensive. "I was hoping it wasn't the case anymore." He says quietly, and he almost sounds disappointed by my answer. "I wouldn't be here if it was." I say to reassure him a little bit. "I'm glad to hear that." He smiles softly. Part of me doesn't want to make him too happy, but I guess I'll give him that.

"There's something I wanted to talk to you about." He prompts, and I feel him getting even more serious than before.

"We've never really talked about what happened with my brother." He trails off. Oh...

Way to kill the mood. I feel myself stiffen instantly as the few memories I have of that night flash back to me.

"And again, I'm sorry for what happened." He says to me. He has told me before that his brother got the "wrong impression". And I would like, in order to start contemplating the idea of forgiving me, to know how in the hell he got that wrong impression. Because to me it is unjustifiable. Was it my dress? Nope. No matter how short it could have been, and it wasn't even short. My body language? Nah. The mere fact that we were drinking? Hell to the no.

"I have always wondered how he could possibly have thought I was going to have sex with him. That still doesn't sit right with me." I tell him honestly, because if he's asking me to forgive him for thinking anything I did led him on, I'll be gone before he even finishes his sentence.

"He could tell I was attracted to you, and he knows I usually don't mind sharing." He explains to me. He doesn't mind sharing? Sharing women with his brother?!

"And he was drunk." He adds while I try to precess this information. My face is a knot of confusion. He had threesomes with his brother? Why do I feel like there's something very incestuous about it? I'm effectively grossed out.

"You share your sexual partners with him?" I utter, unable to hide the judgment in my voice. He doesn't seem fazed by the horror on my face."If they both want each other I usually don't have a problem with it." He shurgs a shoulder. How is he so cool about this? Is it normal nowadays? Am I weird for finding it weird. I mean; obviously him and Eliott aren't blood brothers, and I don't think they have sex together per say, but they both participate in a sexual act at the same time!

"So you-"

"Not threesomes, no." He cuts me off. Oh thank god!

"Huh." I exhale.

Okay, so he just doesn't mind sleeping with the same woman as his brother.

"So, hypothetically," I traill off. "If we were to sleep together- which we won't- you wouldn't -"

"I would be extremely possessive of you." He cuts me off, looking into my eyes with intent.

"Why?" I frown. He mimicks me, scrunching his eyebrows togetehr in a pensive manner. He's actually thinking about it.

"I'm not sure." He murmurs. "I guess I just don't like the thought of anyone else bringing you pleasure."

Okay?

After processing this, a tiny part of my brain thinks this means something? That maybe I'm different? I shouldn't believe him that easily though, but if that's true, then I'm confused.

"Interesting..." I muse. I don't feel like elaborating on that. The implications are way too heavy for what I want this whole thing to be.

"But okay, let's say he thought you and I were having sex." I prompt, because his explaination isn't very satisfying yet. "What made him think I'd have sex with him?"

Mr.Jeon inhales deeply, visibly a little bit embarassed to speak.

"His dumb ass thought bringing you over was what I meant by cheering him up after his breakup." He explains, and it dawns on me.

"He thought I was a bloody hooker." I conclude. He makes a face.

"Not quite. He did drink a lot before you came over too." He counters. Okay, his drunk ass thought I was a bloody hooker.

"Anyways. I hope you'll be able to forgive him one day. He's not a bad guy, just really dumb." He finishes.

"Okay." I nod. I've heard him, but I don't knwo about forgiving his brother. Not because I'm still mad or anything, but because I can't this of an istance where I'll ever have too see him again. It's not liek he was about to become my brother-in-law.

"Thank you for explaining." I say before glancing at my wtach. I have been here for nearly two hours.

"But I do have to go now, Mr.Jeon." I declare. It's getting really late. “Oh, what a shame.” I hear him complain as I slide off my stool. "Thank you for the sushi." I murmur, looking up at him. "You're most welcome, Miss Fair." He replies, standing up I as well. I gather my stuff, putting my camera and sketchbook back in my bag and throwing my coat on. "I will make plans and sketches and get back to you to schedule another meeting." I explain to him once I'm ready to leave. "How long will that take?" "I think I'll be done in a week or two." "That's a long time without seeing each other." He mutters, scratching his chin in a pensive manner. I raise a curious eyebrow. "Now I'm thinking we're only doing this so you can talk me into sleeping with you." I reply, crossing my arms over my chest. "Miss Fair, I would never." He gasps dramatically. Yes you would. I narrow my eyes at him. "No, seriously. This house means a lot to me, and I don't share this part of my life with that many people." He says more seriously, but I still think he could be doing this to get his dick wet. "Would you mind if I made you sign a contract, then?" I propose. He's all about NDA's and shit, right? "A contract?" "Yes." I concur. "So I'm guaranteed to get my fifteen percent." I explain. I don't want to dive into this and then leave the project like last time. If he ever fucks up to the point where I don't want to see him, we can still do everything via e-mail. Hott buttocks aside, this project is really exciting. He frowns down at me for a second, but is quick to shrug a shoulder. "As you wish." He concedes. "I should make you sign it before I actually start putting in the work." I muse. "I'll be out of town for a few days, I leave on Wednesday." He warns. "I'll e-mail it to you." "Or we could meet up and read it through together." He proposes. Of course he'd want that. "You're funny." I chuckle. "I'm not signing anything via e-mail." He declares. "Why?" I frown. "Don't know how that technology works." He shrugs. Now he's playing the age card? "How old are you?" I ask, realizing I still don't know how old he is. "I'm 21." He says. He keeps adding a year every time I ask him! "But you build rockets." I deadpan. He smirks- fucking smirks at me. He's so handsome it's angering. "Then I'm not designing anything for you." I retort. "Is seeing me that much of a torture?" He asks with feigned disappointment. I take a moment to think. "Not anymore." I reply. "Not anymore?" He repeats, eyebrows meeting his hairline. "But still." "But still?" He frowns, looking offended. I giggle at his reaction. "I can throw food in the mix, we can meet during our lunch break." He proposes. "Our offices are very close." Oh, god. "I'll see what I'll do tomorrow." I concede, feeling like a straight no would be too mean of me. And I actually don't know I want to say no or not. I enjoy his company. "Just remember you have the power to make a man's day by saying yes." He murmurs, stepping closer to me, hands in his pockets. He looks yummy. "I'll keep that in mind." I murmur, looking up at him. "Good." He says quietly, holding my gaze. The hairs on the back of my neck rise in alert. Why am I still wearing clothes again? "Let me walk you back." He proposes after a beat. I accept, and Mr. Jeon escorts me out of the house. "We'll have to fix these stairs as well." I mumble, looking out for any rogue piece of rock about to make me fall. "You have carte blanche for the outside. I trust you." He replies. I don't think the outside -or at least the pathway, needs a lot of work. Just some brand new steps and green grass.

"Can't wait to get to it." I reply. He walks me down the stairs and back to my car.

"Thank you for your time, Ms Fair." He says as I stand next to my Mini, ready to unlock it.

"It was a pleasure." I reply, smiling at him. I open my door and slide into my seat.

"I'll be waiting for your text." He says, leaning down to my window, eyes small and playful. I giggle.

"I'm sure you will." I tease. "Goodbye, Mr. Jeon."

"Goodbye, Miss.Fair."

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Knitting You a Home - 4

Pairing: Wolf Hybrid Namjoon and Human Reader

Word Count: 2,853

Genre/Rating: Hybrid AU - Established Relationship - Angst - Fluff - Smut - PG-13

Overview: Things have changed for you and Namjoon. It’s been a year since the two of you got together, and despite a rocky start, it was impossible to deny the bond and love you shared for each other. But ever since Hoseok had been separated from his Mate, Namjoon has been withdrawing himself from you and doesn’t come home until late at night.

With questions far larger than either of you imagined, you can’t help but wonder if he’s let his past and old fears come back to haunt him. You had shown him that it was possible to have a home and be loved once before, but will you be able to do it again?

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Grandma was perched on the chair at the register with her knitting, the needles lightly clicking against each other as she moved the yarn forwards and backwards all without looking at her work. It was a skill she acquired from years of practice.

Instead, she watched as you buzzed around the store, arranging and then rearranging displays even though each attempt didn’t look different from the last. It had been amusing within the first ten minutes, but after watching you do this all around the store, she knew something was off, whether or not you wanted to admit it.

“Honey,” Grandma called out, hands still moving as she raised an eyebrow at you. “Did you put something in your breakfast this morning that I should know about? Perhaps you thought it was sugar that you put in your coffee, but it really wasn’t?”

Usually a comment like that would have made you pause and laugh, but you didn’t. Instead, you licked your lip as you glanced at her for a few seconds before adjusting the decorative jade scarf on display.

“I had cereal for breakfast Grandma,” you softly answered, nose scrunching at how the scarf was now set.

The store itself was quiet with the lack of shoppers allowing the conversation to easily pass between you and your Grandmother with ease to keep it from silent. When you didn’t even hear the clicking of her knitting needles, you felt unnerved in the silence.

Turning around, you were surprised to see her arms crossed over her chest, the purple beads attached to her glasses glimmering as she propped them on the top of her head. It had been years since she had looked at you like this; an instant reminder of the days in high school when you attempted to be rebellious.

“What is going on? You’ve managed to do a week’s worth of work in the four hours that we’ve been open.”

You shrugged, looking away and at the scarf. It had been one of Grandmother’s creations. Ideally, it was meant to be worn at events rather than for warmth. “I fell asleep early last night. That’s all.”

It wasn’t a lie. After weeks of waiting up for Namjoon to come home, you finally couldn’t find the strength to stay up, crashing at eleven. You weren’t entirely sure when he came home last night, but when the alarm went off at seven thirty, he was already gone. Unlike you where you needed to be at the store for nine, he had to be at the studio for eight. But like every morning the coffee maker was already set and your favorite mug was waiting, prepared for you by Namjoon himself. All you had to do was press the button to start it.

Grandma shook her head though. Standing up, she walked around the counter and once she was in front of you, pressed her cool hand against your forehead.

The gesture made you smile. “I’m not sick Grandma.”

“I think I’ll decide that,” she teased, gently bopping a finger against the tip of your nose like she had when you were a child. “You may not be sick, but you’re bottling something up for sure.”

She always knew when you were dealing with an issue. As a child, you thought she was able to use magic to sense these types of things, and even though you were now an adult, you still liked to believe that she was magical. Especially when it worked in her favor.

“It’s nothing serious,” you half admitted, smiling up at her. “Namjoon’s just been pulling a lot of hours at the studio, so he’s there more than he’s at home.”

Raising an eyebrow, she ran her fingers through your hair. “He should tell his boss that his wife needs him at home.”

With a giggle, you stepped back once she removed her hand and went back to the scarf display. This time determined to drape it in a way that was pleasing to the eye. “His wife, doesn’t want to interfere with her husband’s career.”

“Please, the two of you are young and in your first year of marriage. He should be with you, in a certain room, in that cozy house of yours that has a few empty bedrooms.” Grandma sent a knowing grin to you, chuckling as you simply shook your head.

“Almost a year,” you corrected. “We’ve known each for a year, but he gave me the Mate Mark in November.”

Grandma hummed, making her way over to a wicker basket that held knitted rabbits dressed in thin sweaters and dresses. They were a hit with young children, perfect as baby shower gifts, and you absolutely loved to make them.

“Which proves my point even more. You’ve been married a little less than a year, and you’re both working like an old married couple.” Holding a bunny, she waved the rabbit’s arm at you. “As your Grandmother and your business partner, I’m telling you that you need a vacation. Go home, take a few days off and sleep in. I can run the shop on my own.”

“Grandma, I’m fi-”

“Yes, you’re fine,” Grandma interrupt. “You’re saying it but I’m not believing it one bit.”

A part of you wanted to argue for a little bit longer, expect all that came out was a sigh of frustration. You were more than capable of working for the rest of the day, but standing by the mannequin, Grandma was right. It was time to recharge yourself, and if you were going to figure out why Namjoon was acting so strange, it would help if you weren’t at the shop all day long. Glancing at the calendar, you realized that it was only Tuesday. How were you already so done with the week when it only just began?

“Alright,” you agreed, setting done the scarf once and for all to head towards the office. “I’ll go home, take that vacation.”

Her excited cheers were ignored as you went to gather your belongings, smiling nonetheless. As much as you teased her, you did love her dearly and were grateful to have Grandmother in your life.

Grabbing your purse, you gave her one last hug and reminded her that you’d be back on Monday before leaving the shop, the little bell jingling in your wake. The car was parked in the back-parking lot, but instead of guiding you there, your feet took you to the right, walking the short distance to another shop that was six doors down from yours.

The air conditioning hit like a wave washing off the summer heat as you entered the bookstore. From nowhere in particular soft music danced around the shop. It had been a while since you last saw Sarah and after everything, you were curious as to how she was doing considering that Hoseok was leaving at the end of the month.

“Be right there,” Sarah called out, her voice coming from a corner of the store that you couldn’t quite see.

“Or I can come to you?” You suggested, releasing the smile when she called out your name in glee.

Following the sound of her voice and books thumping on the floor, you weren’t surprised to see Sarah sitting cross legged on the floor in front of a bookcase. “Well I’m happy to see you like this instead of the last time I saw you.”

Sarah laughed, leaning over to hug you once you sat down next to her. “Believe me, I am too. What are you doing here? I thought you’d be at the shop.”

“Grandma insisted I needed a vacation.” You carefully leaned against a bookcase as Sarah continued to stack the shelf.

“Well I mean, you do,” Sarah agreed, glancing in your direction. “Besides that, how’ve you been? I’ve been meaning to text you but ever since Hoseok signed the contract, we’ve been running around trying to figure out what he needs before leaving for Seoul.”

You shrugged, spotting a romance novel with a crown on the cover. “I’m alright. Just…has Namjoon been in lately?”

Her hand paused its task at the mention of his name, this time turning to face you completely. Like your shop had been, the bookstore was currently free of customers. While that tended to be a worry, it was only noon and typical during the week. The weekend was when business really went to town.

“Actually, now that I think about it, he hasn’t been in these last few weeks. I think the last time I saw him was before the Dance Studio’s May show. Why, is something wrong?”

Licking your lips, you turned the book over, grazing the description with your fingertips. It wasn’t unlike Namjoon to skip out on his trips to the bookstore. It had been the first place he went to on his own when he first came to live with you and it was a habit he kept, always excited to tell you about the new sonnets and books he got that day.

It was strange for him to not be coming to the bookstore.

You knew when this all started, and you didn’t think Sarah wanted to be reminded of that so soon. “He’s just been working longer hours,” you said again, faking a smile when she raised an eyebrow. Guilt swirled in your heart from keeping the truth from her, but the last thing you wanted was to have her relive what Sue put her through. Even if it was just by remembering.

Luckily, Sarah nodded after a few moments. Whether or not she believed you, she didn’t mention it. “Oh well he’s probably just tired then. I know I tend to forget things when I’m not running on enough sleep.”

You chuckled in agreement, handing her back the book you had been looking at. “Yeah.”

A comfortable silence fell as Sarah began to re-stack the shelf again. You took the chance to look at her, noticing the differences since the last time you saw her. Namjoon had explained that Hybrids were able to sense everyone’s emotions and that depending on how severe they were, another person’s emotions could affect theirs as well.

When you had gotten the call from Sarah, her voice breaking over the line as she sobbed into the phone, scaring both you and Namjoon – who had been standing nearby and heard it all clear as day – while you hurried to gather your things to go see her. Before even reaching the car, you knew it was bad. She hadn’t even locked her door so when you arrived at her apartment that day, you had walked right in and found her curled up in bed, cheeks blotchy as she cried into her pillow.

It never crossed your mind that by telling Sue about what Colin had been doing would result in the choices that had been made. Guilt had been an unwelcomed guest in your heart and mind during Sarah and Hoseok’s separation. Despite all your attempts to reign in your emotions at home that night, Namjoon had picked up on them so much that as soon as he came home, he was right there by your side, hugging and sweetly kissing you and your Mate Mark, reassuring you that was never going to happen between the two of you.

Despite his promises, it already felt like there was a rift between you and him.

“How are you and Hoseok?” You asked.

Sarah smiled as she ran a hand through her hair, revealing the side of her neck where her own Mate Mark was. To any onlooker – and with some distance – every Mate Mark looked like an identical scar from a bite. Someone who you never met could have one that look just like yours, but upon closer inspection, it was easy to tell that no two were alike. How could they be identical? Namjoon’s jaw and teeth were different from Hoseok’s. It was the finer details; the grooves and ridges were their own individual shape.

“Amazing,” Sarah breathed out. “It’s just so good to have him back home. He finally got the rest of his belongings from Sue since she’s planning on moving, but it finally feels like everything is going right for us.”

It appeared that way too. There was a life in Sarah’s eyes that when you had gone to check on her with Hoseok gone, had been burnt out. You were scared that she was going to fall into a depressive state without him, but it was a miracle that she managed to fight against it and try to live her life, even when her Mate had been taken away.

A part of you wanted to believe that, if for some reason you lost Namjoon, you’d be able to continue living. Deep down however, you knew how easy it would be slip under the covers and not care, and not know that the days were blending together.

It did surprise you how easily she had mentioned Sue though. “Have you heard much from her?”

The smile on her face flickered, and you thought that maybe you had made a mistake.

“No. Actually, Hoseok’s been the one to talk to her when it came to scheduling a time to go over and pack his stuff.” Her fingers tightened around a hardcover and somewhere in the store, the clock chimed at the half hour. “I’m trying, but…it’s going to be a long time.”

Reaching over, you gently squeezed her shoulder as her words died out, not needing an explanation for how she felt. You knew what she meant and if you were being honest, if someone had done the same to you and Namjoon, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to forgive them.

It was as she was taking a deep breath that Sarah tapped the book and snapped her finger at you, drawing a grin out of you. “Since you’re on vacation, you can give these to Namjoon to look at.”

She hurried to the desk, leaving you to take your time as you stood up, lower back popping as you joined her. By the time you leaned on the wooden desk, Sarah had a stack of six hardcovers waiting for you. The pages were yellowed and upon opening the top one, the musty smell of an aged book greeted you. While you loved to read as well, you didn’t get overly excited over the famous book smell that you knew Namjoon and Sarah died for.

“I found them at this flea market Hoseok and I went to,” Sarah explained, opening up another one. The text was small and centered, and as you took a closer look, you realized that they were books of poetry.

“How much for them?” You asked, turning your purse to pull out your wallet.

Sarah waved her fingers though, lightly slapping your hand when you still tried to take it out. “Don’t worry about it. They’re a gift.”

“Are you sure?”

“If you do not accept these on Namjoon’s half, I will pick up the phone and call your Grandmother right now Missy,” Sarah playfully threatened, her smile about ready to break her face in half.

For a moment, there was silence in the little shop, but it didn’t last long as you both broke out in laughter. Even as you agreed and she bagged them up for you, you slipped a few dollars in the little donation jar that her boss insisted be put out.

“Now, why don’t you head home,” Sarah suggested, walking around the desk, and hugged you. “Steal a nap before Namjoon comes home tonight.”

“He’s probably going to be working until midnight again,” you said, accepting the bag.

But Sarah smirked at you, wiggling her eyebrows in a way that sent you into a fit of giggles. “Not unless you call him and tell him that you need him.”

“You are just as bad as my Grandmother,” you teased, walking towards the door.

Sarah just laughed as you headed outside, shaking your head in amusement. You knew that they meant well, but it was starting to worry you that everyone seemed to be concerned about your sex life with Namjoon, or apparently, the lack of one.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t have one – Namjoon had his heats like every other Hybrid – with everything that’s been going on, there just hadn’t been time to relax and get in the mood. You knew that Sarah was still relatively newly mated to Hoseok, so it wouldn’t surprise you if they were going at it whenever the desire struck.

But as you got into the car, the books for Namjoon carefully sitting on the passenger seat, you weren’t able to stop thinking about it. It felt like forever since Namjoon indicated that he wanted more than a few kisses or a few minutes of cuddling.

Again, despite knowing his love for you, your mind wandered to the other place, hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than usual. He hadn’t always had to stay so late, so why had things changed so suddenly?

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prettylilhalforc · 3 years

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Forged in Conflict

After many a late night flitting between tumblr, Borderlands, and discord discussions with the lovely @lorecraft my brain could not shake a Luckyverse Borderlands AU with Triple Frontier boys.

Am pleased to present the first chapter of Forged in Conflict!

Summary: Dahl 12th Company, TangoFoxtrot Brigade have been assigned to secure an old asset planetside. Intel has it that a bunch of bandits are wreaking havoc on dig sites around a local settlement. Idiots trying to bust open an derelict mining facility for tech. Amateurs trying to on sell to Atlas.

Should be simple enough, right? Standard in and out.

Secure the asset, eliminate the threat, back to base in 72 hours flat. All wrapped up like a present on Mercenary Day.

Warnings: Military, allusions to violence and conflict, food.

Rating: M at most given the military themes

A/N: This will be more of a slow burn fic with each of the boys meeting their match. Cannot wait to introduce Lucky, Echo, IRIS and Teflon. This is gonna be so much fun!

Any and all feedback is most welcome!

Chapter 1 - Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

The scent of stale sweat hangs heavy in the recycled air. Hundreds of warm bodies fill the mess hall leaving little space to maneuverer. Unit upon unit of troopers lining the facility in orderly rows. Packed in tighter than vacuum sealed standard issue MREs.

Happens like groundhog day. Same routine over and over again.

Wake, eat, drills, eat, sleep.

Leaves him feeling little more than another cog in the fine-tuned military machine that is Dahl.

It’s stifling. Suffocating.

Maybe he’s just been stuck on base for too long. Maybe he just needs to head planetside. There’s this voracious itch that always rears its head between deployments. An uneasy tension sitting heavy in the pit of his stomach. Gnawing, screaming at him that more needs to be done and sitting here is just wasting time.

What good is a weapon in a fight if left unfired?

This was not what Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia signed up for when joining the Corp. Pipedreams and promises of jumping around the system, liberating settlements from the greedy grip of Atlas. Putting down bandit scum.

Life on Pandora prepped him for action, for violence.

Not the bureaucracy of the corporate military industrial complex.

Hoo’ fucking rah.

“Need some motor oil?”, a deep voice cuts through Pope’s musing, Ironhead giving him a knowing look.

“Wha-?”

Santiago’s eyes refocus. Physically shunted back into reality by a light shoulder check from the young blond adjacent to him.

“Can practically hear the gears crunching in your head, Pope.”

Will. Now there’s a company man through and through. Six foot and build like a brick house. Keen blue eyes that shine with something purely predatorial. Nothing gets past his gaze. Lives and breathes the life.

Nerves of steel and unwavering discipline earnt him the well-deserved moniker Ironhead.

Regimented. Reliable. Never fails under fire.

Dahl ‘til the day he dies.

“I hate being… stuck. Feel useless.”

Elbows braced on the slick steel benchtop, Pope runs both broad hands through his salt and pepper undercut. Pulling at strands. Trying to find a physical reset to pull him back from the frustration welling in his chest.

“I geddit. It’s driving me nuts, man, sitting here not doing anything.”

Now, Ben, the boy wonder, is pure unadulterated chaos. If Ironhead is a Doberman, then Benny is a damn Retriever chasing down a car on the highway. Kid had a good heart and boundless energy. Though doesn’t know do with it half the time.

Doesn’t think too often, just feels. Get’s him all sorts of situations.

Fortunately, The Miller boys made one hell of a team in combat. The Hellhounds from Hieronymous. Ironhead’s tactical efficiency paired with Wonderboy’s unbridled fury burnt through scores of Atlas platoons on tour. It was enough for brass to look the other way when it came to the frequent indiscretions they found themselves in.

“You hear that Lima Charlie got shipped to Elpis after Zarpedon’s crew went dark? Fucking bullshit man. Why do we get stuck here while- ”

“Better not let Redfly hear you saying that, hermano, especially after last month’s stunt. You’re lucky all you got was a week in the hole.”

Fish interrupts Ben with a look that can only be described as fatherly disappointment, grease-stained hand waving his fork about to about drive point home. Though underneath the worn cap his warm eyes give away everything, brimming with mirth.

Before Atlas. Before the exodus.

Pope swears he would have lost his humanity years ago if Fish hadn’t have kept him grounded. Practically inseparable, the two pulled each other out of scraps since they were knee high in Haven.

Frankie, ever the voice of reason, reminded Pope why they joined the Corp in the first place.

The guy was too honest for his own good. Has a big heart and wears it on his sleeve for all the world to see.

Made cleaning house during poker night a walk in the park.

“Yeah yeah, flyboy. Wouldn’t have been a problem if that snitch from Whiskey Kilo kept his big mouth shut.”

Benny petulantly spears at a suspect lump slathered in gravy on his tray, nostrils flaring.

“Well, it’s certainly shut now. Wired shut. Heard from Ty in medbay Phillips won't be having any solids until next month” Pope can’t help but chime in, it was a small comfort to know he wasn’t the only one grappling with the inertia being stuck shipside.

A collective chuckle erupts from the group and with that Benny's pout is wiped clean. Boyish face cracks into a smug grin.

And who could blame him?

Kid has a left hook that would floor a bullymong.

Conversation soon flows easily, falling into hopeful speculation about the next operation.

Tensions have escalated as of late between major intergalactic powerhouses. The system is on the precipice of a second Corporate War.

It's not just Dahl and Atlas duking out for supremacy across the stars.

Hyperion has begun to stake their claim, planet by planet. Peacocking with the latest in loader tech. Bunch of Machiavellian suits parading around as soldiers. Would sell their own grandmother to make a profit. And what they couldn't buy, they were willing acquire through "aggressive negotiation".

And Vladof, bunch of commie bastards, took glee in sabotaging years of blood, sweat and tears for the sake of glorious revolution. Whatever that meant. Why waste manpower when you can incite the masses to do your dirty work for you?

The desperate push for colonization in the most bizarre locations didn’t make any tactical sense whatsoever.

Something bigger was going on than just a turf war over resources. Not when this many players had come to the table. Stakes must be high.

“Nice to know that you boys are itching for action.”.

By pure reflex the four rise to their feet. Backs straight. Eyes forward. Jaws tight.

Chairs clatter across the hull floor, food all but forgotten.

The crimson glare shoots pure ice down Pope’s spine. Every damn time feels like someone walked over his grave. No matter how long he served, could never get used to it. Cybernetic eye picking apart every detail of the crew before him with clinical precision.

Captain Tom ‘Redeye’ Davis.

Takes a particular kind of individual rise through the ranks in the Corp. A certain cold bloodedness that makes a man willing to put the mission above all else. Hardly a surprise for a seasoned Dahl Mercenary. Redfly had a track record that would make any C.O. green with envy.

The company couldn’t fault him, no matter how harsh his methods. Ran tight crew and expected nothing but excellence. The Corp chewed up and spat so many bodies in the field, there was little room for complacency.

Or mercy.

“Fortunately for you, Brass has something that will scratch itch. Section-312, Intel Room 4. I expect you all there at nineteen hundred TangoFoxtrot. Copy?”

“Sir, yes Sir!”

“At ease soldiers.”

Will shoots Pope a wry smile that spreads across the crew like wildfire. It says it all.

Ask and ye shall receive.

#triple frontier fanfiction #borderlands crossover #Dahl Corp #goblin tries her hand at letters

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evengayerpanic · 4 years

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Trains and Passengers [2 of 4]

Trigger Warning: Mentions of Emotional Abuse, Physical Abuse and Reference to Sexual Assault.

Inspired by an ask I received, wanting an AU of Aster/Ellie plus an adorable little boy, I’ve decided to take that idea, and run with it! There just seemed to be so much plot, that a one-shot wouldn’t have sufficed. So I bring you the second chapter, out of four, in Trains and Passengers, an Ellie/Aster AU.

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“Mama, can we have dinosaur nuggets for dinner?” Aster blinked her eyes open, letting out a small laugh as she met her son’s eyes face to face, the little boy’s face bare inches away from her as he tried to whisper (or at least as much as a toddler could whisper) about how happy his dinosaur nuggets would make him.

For a second, Aster had to glance around the room, she was curled up on the sofa in the cabin, blanket curled around her. Tommy was squished in next to her, not quite stealing the blanket, but trying too.

“Baby, how long have I been asleep?” Aster asked softly, bringing a hand up to brush the hair out of her little boy’s eyes, a smile on her face as she did so.

“Four shows of Paw Patrol.” Tommy shrugged, his hand grabbing another chip from the bag in front of him, popping it into his mouth quickly before smiling at her. “You was really tired, Mama.” Tommy giggled.

Aster sighed as she shifted under the blanket, arms stretching out to grab her little boy and drag him into her, the child squealing and giggling as she pulled him towards her. “Mama! Mama, that’s silly!” The sound of his laughter was music to Aster’s ears as she peppered the little boy’s face with kisses, tickling underneath his arms and along his sides. “Hehe, Mama! That tickles!”

“Did you eat that whole bag of chips?” Aster teased him, the boy squealing out his answer in a yelp.

“I ate them, I ate them!” Tommy squealed, before his Mama swiped him up into the air, tucking him over her shoulder and carrying him to the kitchen.

Aster laughed for a second, before settling the little boy on the kitchen counter. “I guess you aren’t hungry for lunch then.” She smiled, leaning over to kiss him on the head, before pulling the freezer next to them open. “Let’s see if we have any dinosaur nuggets.”

Aster dug through the freezer slowly. “How about regular chicken nuggets?” She asked, a smile on her face as she shook the box. “You love chicken nuggets.”

“No.” Tommy said, frowning. “I want dino nuggets.”

“Baby, we don’t have dinosaur nuggets.” Aster tried to reason, her heart breaking as the little boy in front of her’s lip began quivering and he started to tremble.

“Okay... Okay, let’s go out and get some.” She said with a smile, lifting her son off of the counter and hugging him tightly. “We can go check out the town of Squahamish, and go find a grocery store to get your dinosaur nuggets, how does that sound?”

“Yay!” Tommy cried as he jumped down from his mother’s arms and sprinted off in the direction of the room he was staying in. “I’ll get dressed, Mama!”

Less than ten minutes later, Aster and Tommy were ready to go, hand in hand as they exited the cabin, only to run into someone standing at the front door.

“Oh!” Aster cried out as an arm reached out to steady her, stopping her and Tommy from toppling over.

“Aster?” Came the panicked voice that was just starting to become a familiar one. “I am so sorry!”

Blinking her eyes, Aster moved her arm to shield Tommy for a moment before she realized who it was they had run into. “Ellie! What are you doing here?”

The girl in question blushed for a moment, smiling as the little boy at her feet immediately began to grin at her. “I wanted to check in on you guys.” Ellie tried to explain, the smile growing as Tommy moved to cling at her arm with a shy cuddle against her. “Make sure you were okay, and that you didn’t need anything.”

“Funny you should ask.” Aster smiles, her voice laden with laughter underneath. “We were just about to go on a mission for dinosaur nuggets.” She smiles.

Ellie sputters in confusion. “Dinosaur nuggets?”

“My favourite!” Tommy exclaims excitedly.

At his excited yell, both Aster and Ellie burst into laughter. Ellie smiling down at the little boy before nodding. “Well I guess we better go get you some!”

Aster glanced up at Ellie’s remark, her eyes widening slightly. “You want to come with us?” She was beyond confused. A trip to a grocery store with a three year old didn’t sound like fun to even Aster, and she was his mother, she couldn’t imagine why someone would want to join them if they didn’t have to.

“If that’s okay with you.” Ellie said with a soft look at Aster, there was a sparkle in them that Aster had never seen in anyone before. To top it all off, Ellie kneeled to her son’s height with her next words, which made Aster swoon. “And if it’s okay with you.”

“Yeah!” Tommy shouted his glee, something that made Aster blush and nod her own agreement.

“We would love the company, Ellie Chu.”

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It wasn’t until two hours later that Aster Flores realized just how much fun she was having grocery shopping in Squahamish with her son and Ellie Chu.

“What do you mean you’ve never seen Harry Potter?” Ellie Chu gasped in surprise, nearly dropping the ice cream in her hands as the three of them walked down the street of Squahamish. “It’s a classic, Aster!”

“Religious parents.” Aster explained, biting a piece of her popsicle off, looking down at her son who had chocolate all over his face. “I wasn’t allowed to watch anything that might condemn my soul.” She shrugs.

“Wow, I’m sorry.” Ellie turned to look at Aster, nothing but sincerity in her eyes as they exchanged a look. “Do you mind if I ask a personal question?”

Aster laughed for a second. “Ellie, you’ve bought me groceries twice now. You also cleaned up the cabin I’m staying in, and now you’ve bought me and my son ice cream. I would say you’re allowed to ask anything.”

“How did they feel when you got married so young?”

Aster froze, mid-smile as her face falls. Instantly, Ellie felt a flush of embarrassment flood over her and she shook her head wildly, apologies immediately escape her lips. She didn’t mean to ask, didn’t mean to be so intrusive. Ellie knows she shouldn’t have pried, she shouldn’t have asked, really it was none of her busi-

“It’s okay.” Aster finally speaks, voice smaller than Ellie Chu is used too, the loud and boisterous Mom that she met last night, and got to spend time with today has instead been replaced with hard whispers and softness. “They loved the idea, they’re the ones who actually suggested that he propose, to be honest.”

At Ellie’s confused look, Aster sighs. She stops in her tracks but nods Tommy forward, the little boy bouncing along the street happily, following the way they took to get to Squahamish. His Mama and her new friend watch him carefully, Aster speaking as they start walking again, a little more confidently now that Tommy is no longer within earshot.

“T.J., Tommy’s father, well... his family has a lot of money.” She starts, her eyes keeping a close tab on her three year old who’s barely ten feet in front of them. “When we started dating, T.J. began giving money to my Father’s church.” Her eyes go downcast again, clear shame passes over as she murmurs. “My Dad thought if we got married, that the donation his family would give... well, that it would change lives.”

Ellie reaches out, her free hand going to caress Aster’s arm gently. “I’m really sorry your family used you.”

It’s soft, and small, but Ellie sees the slightest upturn of a smile come over Aster’s face. “It’s okay, I got Tommy out of it, and that’s all that matters, right?”

“Right.”

“We should catch up to him before he makes it all the way home without us.” Aster says, grabbing a hold of Ellie’s free hand, and holding tight to one of the grocery bags they purchased. “Come on!” She smirks, pulling Ellie behind her as the two women chase after the boy with a smile and laugh that rings across town.

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Ellie spends the rest of the day with the mother and son duo; Aster makes them all the much anticipated dinner of dinosaur nuggets and tater tots, Tommy helps Ellie with the trains in the evening, and Ellie ends up the middle of a too cute for words sandwich when they all curl up to watch The Polar Express.

It may not be Christmas, but at least it has trains.

Halfway through the movie, an exhausted Tommy Singh falls asleep, spooned up against Ellie Chu’s leg, effectively freezing her from moving for fear of waking the angel up from his peaceful slumber.

Instead Ellie and Aster continue their conversation from earlier, over top the little boys dark brown curls.

“Did you always want to be a Mom?” Ellie asks, watching the way that Aster slips her fingers through her son’s hair, brushing it softly as he sleeps.

“No, actually.” Aster surprises Ellie. “I wanted to be an artist, paintings in every museum. I wanted to have my own collection and run my own gallery. I didn’t want kids until I was at least thirty, maybe older.”

Ellie raises an eyebrow, looking down at the little boy sleeping. “What changed? I mean, you can’t have been very old when Tommy was born. You’re my age.”

“I was nineteen when I got married, three weeks shy of my twentieth birthday when Tommy was born.”

Ellie can only smile, not picking up on the hidden sadness in Aster Flores’ eyes. “A decade early, hm?”

Aster frowns this time. Ellie reaches a hand out to grab Aster’s arm gently. “I’m sorry, was I rude?”

Aster shakes her head, strands of her own dark curls falling into her eyes. “No.” She mumbles, a shiver going through her as she pulls away, moving just enough to get to her feet. “I need to get him in bed.”

Ellie nods, watching as Aster ducks in to lift Tommy under the arms. The boy instantly curls against his Mama, tucking in close to her, even while asleep. She hoists him into her arms and carries him off down the hall, leaving Ellie alone in the living room in silence.

She waits a moment, then another one.

About a minute has gone by before Ellie realizes that she probably offended Aster, and that the girl was trying to get away from her. She gets to her feet, gathering what little things she brought, and sneaks over to the door... shame and embarrassment are written across her face. She feels mortified.

She’s about to leave, mentally cursing herself for chasing away one of the only people that’s seem to enjoy her company since Paul Munsky moved out of town, when Aster comes back into the room, stopping her in her tracks with a single word.

“Stay.” She pauses, then adds. “Please?”

And just like Aster Flores could control the entire world with a single word, Ellie Chu finds her way back to the sofa and sits down, facing the girl silently.

“We were only married a week before T.J. began asking me when we were going to have kids.” Aster takes the chair across from Ellie with a sigh.

“I told him I wanted to wait a few years.” She continues, fixing Ellie with a look, a look that somehow Ellie knows how to read even though they’ve only known each other for a couple of days. “I found out I was pregnant barely a month later.”

Ellie exhales the breath that she didn’t know she was holding, there’s so many questions in her mind, but she knows better than to interrupt Aster. Not now.

“A happy accident, or so I thought.” Aster smiles softly, glancing over at the room where her son is sleeping. “When Tommy was born, I fell in love.”

At this point she stops, her voice gets a little choked up and Ellie has to keep herself from rushing across the room to comfort Aster, to hold her, hug her, do something to help fix what the other woman feels.

“Barely a month afterwards, he was asking me again when we could get pregnant... I wasn’t even healed from Tommy’s birth yet.” Aster grimaces in pain.

“I found out the condoms we were using... all had holes poked in them, every last one of them.”

At this, Ellie feels the shock hit her.

Aster isn’t finished though, far from it. She tells her story from that moment on; informing Ellie of how she had to secretly go on birth control without T.J. noticing, sharing that after three years of nothing that he was starting to get suspicious and culminating in a very awkward doctor appointment where T.J. was finally informed of the measures Aster took against an accidental pregnancy with a second child.

And lastly, his immediate fury.

“He screamed the entire way home...” Aster whispers, voice broken and Ellie’s heart thudding into her stomach. “When we got home, he tossed out the birth control, and told me we were going to try every day until I gave him another child.” Ellie feels sick.

“I didn’t want too, but that didn’t matter to him... He just...” At this point, Aster lets out a sob and Ellie bounds across the room to her in a second, wrapping her arms around the crying woman and holding her in a tight embrace. “He took what he wanted from me.”

Aster trembles in Ellie’s arms. Ellie holds her, not sure how to comfort her, other than listening to her story.

“Every day for a week, he’d come home and... One night, Tommy heard my screaming and came running.” Ellie lets out a small gasp, her heart breaking at the very idea of Tommy walking in on the horrors his Mama went through. “I begged T.J. to stop, but he slammed the door in Tommy’s face, and kept on...”

Aster wipes the tears from her eyes, and Ellie offers her part of her sleeve, not sure what else to do. The hollow small laugh Aster gives at that, only seems to break Ellie more, her heart racing at the things these precious two people had to go through.

“Tommy sat outside the door the entire night crying, the next day he asked me why Daddy was hurting me...” Aster barks out another hollow laugh, this one full of remorse and anger, instead of the sadness from before. “You know, you always wonder what will happen if your child walks in on you... How you’re going to explain that Mommy and Daddy weren’t hurting each other. You never think you have to explain that he’s right, that Daddy was hurting Mommy and you don’t know why he’s doing it.”

At this Ellie whispers, “Aster, I am so sorry that you went through th-” But Aster isn’t finished yet.

“The next day, I tried to stop him... I fought back, and he gave me this black eye.” Aster points to her face, and Ellie, though she already knew just who was the culprit of Aster’s bruises, can hardly hold herself back from wanting to stand up and go after the sick son of a bitch. “That’s when I knew I had to leave.”

Ellie waits another moment, feeling as all of the tensity Aster was holding onto, slowly starts to dissipate, a bi-product of finally being able to tell her story, at least, the main focus and point of it.

They end up in silence for a few minutes, sharing the chair that Aster was sitting in, pressed together tightly, hands still woven in with each other. Ellie isn’t sure what to say; she’s angry, she’s bitter, but mostly, she feels the need to protect Aster and Tommy swell in her... more than it already had meeting them.

Paul had told her bits and pieces of what they went through, but nothing of what was shared tonight.

“You’re safe here, Aster...” Ellie finally whispers, brushing the hair from the other girl’s eyes and staring at her with a sense of something more bubbling inside of her. “I know I’m not much to look at, but I’ll keep you safe from him, I swear.”

Aster blushes softly, before she meets Ellie’s eyes. “Can you stay here tonight, please? Something about you Ellie, it just makes me feel... well, safe.”

She whispers the next part. “And not safe.”

Ellie chooses to ignore the comment, nodding her head that she’ll stay for the night, as long as Aster wants her. Ellie won’t leave as long as she’s needed.

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The two end up settling in Aster’s bed, Aster’s choice so that neither of them wind up sore in the morning from the couch. They’re both fully dressed and too emotionally exhausted to even think about changing.

They lie on top of the blankets, face to face, both of them fighting against their eyelids to keep from closing. They try to talk about happier things, things that don’t make Aster relieve bad memories, things that don’t make Ellie seriously consider what it would feel like to break a man’s arm, or worse.

Aster asks Ellie about what she wanted to be. A writer, is the answer. She settled for train engineering so that her Dad would be able to retire happily without worrying about his station, his trains and passengers.

Ellie asks Aster about her favourites. Colour? Green. Smell? The shampoo her son uses. Book? Fried Green Tomatoes. Memory? Taking Tommy to the beach, just her and him for the day. The waves crashing, building a sandcastle, trying to teach him how to swim.

Ellie smiles at the thought.

Aster asks Ellie if she’s ever thought about having kids. Her answer is an immediate no, she’s terrible with children, she’s never met a kid that’s actually liked her and not wanted to burst into tears after seeing her.

Aster reminds her that Tommy hangs onto her every word, and teases Ellie that for someone who isn’t good with kids, she’s just great with him.

They talk for hours, until the words are barely a mumble, and they’re curled up against eachother. Aster tucked in a ball, Ellie wrapped around protectively.

Aster Flores falls asleep with Ellie Chu’s arm wrapped around her waist, and a feeling of true security.

#the half of it #fanfic idea #fanfiction #AU fanfiction #ellie chu #aster flores #ellie and aster #aster and ellie #ellister #leah lewis #alexxis lemire #Trains and Passengers #inspired by prompt #tw: domestic violence #tw: physical abuse #tw: emotional abuse

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iamtrebleclefstories · 4 years

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Everything They Say is True

Jo and Alex don't really broadcast their relationship to everyone. Sure, they are excited to be together, but it's no one's business but theirs. For those who don't know about their relationship status, things can get awkward very quickly.

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A fic that takes place within Grey's Anatomy canon

Hi guys! This surprise fic was born out of a dream I had last night and I wrote the majority of it while on my lunch break lol. I hope you guys enjoy this little piece of jolex fluff before I post chapter 9 of Didn't Think.

-Takes place during early season 10-

“God, is being outrageously hot a requirement to be hired as an attending at this hospital?” Gia Holt whispered to the young woman sitting beside her.

Anna Vargas looked over at the group of attending surgeons sitting together at a lunch table and chuckled softly, “It would seem so. I mean look at them. If one of them asked me to open my legs, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

“Same here,” Gia replied. “And I have absolutely no shame in saying that.”

“You know I’ve been thinking that maybe it’s a balancing act,” Anna said.

Gia furrowed her brow, “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Anna started. “Being a surgical intern is hell. We are run ragged on a daily basis. So it would be unjust if we were expected to do all this work without some sort of compensation. So, the hospital gods blessed us with eye candy.”

Gia laughed amused at her friend’s deduction, “I like how you think, Anna. But, I would hardly consider eye candy as enough to make up for the hardship of being an intern. You know we’re always on someone’s service, doing scut and everything that can’t be bothered to do. If we’re serving them on a daily basis, it would only be fair that they serviced us.”

Anna’s eyes widened as she processed her friend’s words, “Gia!”

“What? I’m being honest. How nice would it be to be taught new skills by our attendings outside of the OR?”

“You are something else, Gi.” Anna shook her head.

“Come on,” Gia huffed. “You have to have at least thought about it. I mean, you’re bi so you have your pick of whoever you want.”

“Very true,” Anna nodded. “But I don’t think I’d actually do it. Maybe a resident, but an attending? I don’t think I have the guts to do that. If you want to though, go for it. Maybe you’ll get lucky and get a surgery or two out of sleeping with one of them.”

“So which one should I make a pass at?”

Anna scrunched her face in thought, “Well first, you should probably figure out who isn’t married and go from there. I know Shepherd and Grey are hitched so hot neurosurgeon is off the table.”

“That’s a shame,” Gia sighed. “I wonder if Avery and that resident Edwards are together. I saw them making out in the hallway a few months ago. If they are I can’t blame her. I mean, look at those eyes.”

Anna hummed in agreeance, “Every time I’ve had to work with him I try not to look into his eyes so that he doesn’t see that I’m secretly melting internally. He’s definitely pretty, but I don’t think he’s what you’re looking for. He doesn’t strike me for the guy who would let you in on a surgery because you gave him some ass.”

“True,” Gia said thoughtfully. “I feel like he’s the type to give you a really nice gift after sex, but not to let you scrub in. Not that I’m looking to have sex with an attending so that I can scrub in. I’m a good doctor. I can get in on a surgery by my own merit. I just really want some hot sex with a hot guy and the guys in our class don't seem… up for the task.”

“Ooh!” Anna exclaimed. “What about Karev? The peds attending? He’s stupid hot and great with kids.”

Gia gasped, “You know what, I heard that he slept with basically all the female interns from last year’s class--some of the nurses too--so he’s not above it. From what I’ve heard, he’s really good at it too. He’s hot, got a stellar reputation in the sack, and he’s good with kids. Not that I want kids right now, but it says a lot about your character if kids like you.”

“I agree,” Anna nodded as they continued to finish their lunch. They made casual conversation before receiving pages to the pit from their resident. “You just get a page from Wilson?”

“Yeah to the pit. I wonder what happened that she had to page both of us. Did something big happen?” Gia threw her garbage away as she and Anna started running down towards the ER.

Anna shrugged, “I don’t know. I haven’t heard anything. I sure hope it’s something good. I would really love to get to see the inside of an OR today.”

*****

Jo Wilson had hoped for a light day today. It had started off as a pretty quiet day. She and Alex started their morning in the shower with some hot shower sex and then stopped for breakfast at their favorite donut shop. When they got to work, she did rounds, assigned her interns to their posts and then proceeded to perform an appy on a seventeen year old. She had just scrubbed out when she decided to go down to the pit to answer any surgery consults. She spent a few hours down in the ER when she got pulled aside into any empty linen closet. She smiled widely when she realized who it was and turned to kiss Alex.

"Hey, how's Micky? I heard you're trying to find an alternative treatment option for his Wilms tumor."

"Yeah, we couldn't get the entire thing the first time around so I'm hoping with a little bit of chemo we'll be able to shrink it enough to get good margins. And since—as of ten minutes ago—you're on my service for the next two weeks, you'll be scrubbing in with me on that and any other cool thing that comes our way." Alex grinned widely at his girlfriend.

Jo's eyes widened in glee, "Really? Wait, why am I on your service for two weeks? You didn't request me just because I let you in my pants on a daily basis?"

Alex scoffed, "Please. My friends own the hospital, I can put whoever I want on my service. But to answer your question, no it's not because you are a great lay or because I love you. It's because you're an amazing doctor and are going to become a really damn good surgeon one day. Maybe even a peds surgeon. And I don't let just anyone work on peds. Peds is hardcore. I'm not gonna let just anyone hack up a kid. I'm gonna let the best, and you are the best."

Jo grinned before kissing him again, "You are the best boyfriend and attending ever."

"I know," Alex smirked. "Okay I'm going to get lunch. Want to join me?"

"I wish I could but I just started some sutures on a lady in bed 4."

"Get one of your interns to do it. That's what they're here for."

"I would but they are currently having lunch and I'm almost done anyway. I'll come eat when I'm finished."

Alex looked at her skeptically. Knowing his girlfriend, Jo would probably forget to eat and then later in the evening he'd end up having to buy her one of everything off the menu at Joe's. "Alright, I'll see you later."

About fifteen minutes later, Jo had finally discharged the woman she had been suturing. She was about to make her way to the cafeteria when a nurse called out to her, "Dr. Wilson! There is a rig about three minutes out with a five year old girl that received trauma to the lower ribcage, upper abdomen after falling from a tree at school. There don't seem to be any breaks but paramedics are concerned with a possible collapsed lung and fluid build up in the abdomen."

" Okay, page Dr. Karev and my interns, Holt and Vargas. And have cardio on standby. "

" Right away, Doctor Wilson."

Jo sighed before gowning up and going to the ambulance bay to wait for the rig, "So much for going to lunch," She muttered to herself. Seconds later, she heard footsteps walking behind her. Turning to see her interns now gowned up she gives them a small smile before filling them in on the situation. "Vargas, go prepare trauma two and get a portable ultrasound and x-ray ready. Holt, make sure we have a peds cart ready and a chest tray for a suspected pneumothorax. I'll retrieve the patient. The ambulance is one minute out so please be quick."

The two young women nodded at their resident and ran to prepare for the little girl about to come in. When the paramedics arrived, Jo hurried and ushered the small child into the trauma room that had been prepared. She was taking the young girls vitals when Alex walked into the room.

“You paged me? What do we got?”

“Lizzie Graham, five years old. She fell fifteen feet out of a tree at recess. She’s got a pneumothorax and fluid build up in the abdomen. There isn't any evidence of fractures, just some nasty bruising. We just took her x-rays and are about to perform an ultrasound,” Jo sighed. “Her O2 levels are low and she’s got unequal breath sounds. She needs a chest tube.”

Alex furrowed his brows. He always hated this part. Chest tubes hurt like a bitch--he knew that from experience. He looked over to the two interns in the room, “Did someone contact her parents yet?”

“Yes,” Holt replied. “They are on their way to the hospital as we speak. One of her teachers is out in the waiting room.”

"Good," Alex looked over to Jo who had prepared the chest tube. Crouching down by the whimpering child, he smoothed down her hair in a comforting manner. "Hey Lizzie. My name is Dr. Alex. I heard that you took a fall today. We're gonna try our best to help you feel better. But in order to feel better, you're going to feel some pain first. The pain is going to help you breathe, so I need you to be brave for me. Can you do that? Can you be brave?"

Lizzie nodded tearfully, "Hold my hand?"

Jo's heart broke at the little girl's request, "Hey Lizzie, my name is Dr. Jo. Dr. Alex needs both of his hands in order to help you breathe but you can hold mine and squeeze as tight as you want."

They got the tube in and proceeded to perform the ultrasound, "Looks like a ruptured spleen and appendix. She might have a liver lac, but we won't know until we get in there. Holt, book an OR and prep Lizzie. Vargas, stay out here and let me know as soon as her parents arrive. Be sure to keep an eye on my pre and post-ops while Wilson and I are in surgery."

The interns nodded, "Yes Dr. Karev."

*****

The surgery went well. They ended up having to remove both Lizzie's spleen and appendix, but Alex was confident that Lizzie would make a full recovery. They were on their way out to speak to the young girl’s parents who had arrived at the hospital twenty minutes after they went in for surgery. Alex went up to the pair and motioned for Jo to follow him while the interns stood a couple feet off to the side, “Hi my name is Doctor Karev. You must be Lizzie’s parents."

The couple sprung up from their seats frantically, “Yes! How is she? How is our daughter?”

“She is doing just fine. She came in with a ruptured spleen and appendix. Doctor Wilson and I were able to remove both the spleen and appendix. Thankfully, she did not break any bones during the fall so her recovery will last about four to six weeks. I’d like to keep her here in the hospital for about a week for observation, but if everything goes well, she’ll be good to go home when the time is over.” Alex replied to the parents.

“Can we see her?” Mrs. Graham asked.

“Lizzie is in recovery right now, but I can have one of my interns take you to her room to wait for her to arrive. She will be groggy and possibly in a bit of pain, but all of that is completely normal. We will come in to check on her in about an hour to two hours to ensure everything is okay.” Jo smiled at the worried pair. She turned over to her interns, “Holt, you take the Graham’s up to Lizzie’s room? Vargas, make sure to continue to keep an eye on Doctor Karev’s pre and post ops. Both of you keep us posted if anything changes.” Both interns left to do their tasks.

“You did great in there today,” Alex complimented as he and Jo walked down the hall.

Jo grinned cheekily, “Thank you. You were a wonderful teacher as always. So, do we have any more surgeries scheduled for the day?”

"Just a hernia repair in about an hour. Shouldn't take more than 45 minutes to do. And I've been thinking, I might let you take the lead on this one."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You know how we do things; see one, do one, teach one. You've seen hernia repairs done before, and you've assisted with them, so today you lead and I'll assist."

Jo grabbed Alex’s hand and pulled him into the empty on-call room down the hall and smiled, “You sir, are doing a very good job if your goal was to get into my pants for the second time today.”

“Am I?” Alex feigned innocence. He kissed her deeply before speaking again, “Lock the door.”

*****

Laying in the afterglow had become one of Jo’s favorite parts of sex with Alex. She had never experienced such security and love as she did when she was in his arms. She snuggled closer to him and closed her eyes for a brief moment. Alex was caressing her back when her stomach growled loudly, ruining the moment.

“Dude, I thought I told you to eat lunch,” Alex chastised.

“I was going to… but then Lizzie came into the ER and I got pulled into a 4 hour surgery.”

“Jo, all you’ve had all day is a powdered sugar donut and a medium coffee. You’re a doctor, you of all people should know that’s not healthy.”

“Wow, you’re one to talk. If I can recall correctly, not too long ago I was the one getting on your ass about eating right,” Jo reminded.

“Shut up,” Alex glared playfully. “Come on. Let’s get something for you to eat. We got the hernia repair in fifteen minutes.”

They each bought a snack and went to check in on their patient before getting ready for surgery. After assuring the nervous parents, Alex looked over to the interns, “Hey, Holt and Vargas! Wilson is going to be performing the hernia removal today and I think it would be good for you to observe your resident performing a procedure. You’ll both scrub in and take turns holding the retractor and observing. We’ll meet you in the OR.”

“You know, before I was an intern, you would have never been so eager to teach. I think dating a resident has made you soft,” Jo teased as the two of them entered the scrub room.

Alex rolled his eyes as he scrubbed. They walked into the operating room and looked down at the young patient; eleven year old Hunter Miller. The interns were ready and standing around the OR table. Alex nodded reassuringly as Jo took a deep stabilizing breath, “Alright Jo. The floor is yours. You’ve got this. Don’t second-guess or underestimate yourself. Remember what I always say--”

“You wouldn’t let me hack into a kid just because you like me. You let me in on a surgery because I’m good,” Jo finished.

“Exactly,” he smiled through his mask. “Now, just walk me through everything and take the time to teach your interns about what is going on.”

She nodded and began. They were about halfway through the hernia repair when Alex felt confident enough in Jo’s abilities to begin a conversation, “So Mer wants us to go to Joe’s bar tonight. Something about Yang’s birthday and tequila shots. Doesn’t want to make a huge deal about it, but thought it would be fun to invite a whole bunch of people for shots.”

Jo looked up from her work skeptically, “Did Grey really invite me or did she invite you?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes it matters. Grey hates me.”

“No she doesn’t.”

“Yes she does.”

“Jo, Mer does not hate you. She likes you, trust me. You know, one time she even told me she thinks you're a badass.”

Jo snorted, “Well she sure has a funny way of showing it.”

“She told me to invite you. And you won’t be the only resident. She’s inviting Ross and Edwards too so you’ll have friends. Besides, you live with Cristina so it would look really bad if you didn’t show up to her birthday shots and she saw you lounging in your sweats on the couch with a beer and a tub of popcorn,” Alex said.

“You live with Dr. Yang?” Vargas asked.

Jo and Alex looked over at the intern in surprise, almost forgetting that they were not alone, “Yeah we live in the same house. We both crash with Alex. I’m surprised he hasn’t kicked us out yet.”

“Shut up… I need the rent check."

“Wait, so you all live in one house together?” Holt asked.

“I like to lovingly refer to it as the frat house. Everyone has lived there at some point,” Jo replied.

“It used to be Grey’s house. A lot of the attendings have lived there at some point. Shepherd, Kepner, Avery, and some people who aren’t around anymore. It was always open for anyone who needed a place to stay,” Alex shared. “I bought it from her last year and kept up the tradition.”

Jo laughed, "I really don't know why you think Yang would notice if I’m there or not. It’s not like we’re close.”

“Look, I’d rather be lounging on the couch in my sweats watching old reruns of Friends or Modern Family, drinking beer too but if I have to go, you have to go.”

“They’re your best friends, though!”

“Come on Jo,” Alex pleaded. “If you go and decide to leave early then I’ll have an excuse to leave because we came in the same car this morning. Also, don’t forget you’re on my service for the next few weeks. I can make your life hell.”

“Woah,” Jo looked up from the patient. “That sounds a bit like coercion.”

Alex gave her an unimpressed look, “Please. I’m begging here. And you know I don’t beg. I can’t handle another night of hearing about Mer’s McDreamy issues and Cristina’s weird arrangement with her not-husband.”

Jo exhaled, “Okay. Fine I’ll go. But you’re buying everything.”

“Deal.”

The rest of the surgery goes extremely well. Jo completed the repair perfectly. The four doctors are in the process of scrubbing out when Alex spoke up again, “You know, Holt and Vargas, you should meet us at Joe’s to celebrate. Your resident just performed a hernia repair on her own on a peds patient and you both assisted. So drinks are on me tonight!’

The interns nodded in excitement and confirmed that they would be at the bar that night at seven o’clock. Alex sent them off to do a couple tasks while he and Jo went to check on Lizzie and a few of his other patients.

*****

“Can you believe it? Karev invited us out for drinks later!” Gia screeched excitedly. “This might be easier than I thought.”

“It is exciting,” Anna agreed. “We hardly ever get to spend time with everyone outside the hospital. So who knows, maybe even I will get laid tonight. You might want to wait before you make a movie on Karev, though. I am trying to figure out though, if Wilson and Karev are sleeping together.”

“Why would you think that?” Gia asked.

“Wilson is only a second year resident living with two attendings. There’s no way she could’ve moved in with them as an intern unless she was already friends with one of them, and from the conversation in the OR, I can tell that she’s not close to Yang. Her and Karev seem really close, but I can’t tell if they’re just friends or if she’s sleeping with him. I mean, he just let her take point on a surgery. Karev is known for being horrible to interns and residents. So I’m wondering if they’re friends with benefits.”

Gia tilted her head to the side, “You make a good point there. She may have already beat me to him… either way I think I’ll still try. Maybe they are sleeping together, maybe they aren’t exclusive, maybe they’re just friends. I don’t know, but Karev is hot and so am I, and we could have some really hot sex, so I’m gonna make a move. The worst he can say is no.”

They walked into the bar and saw Wilson sitting with Ross and Edwards at the bar. Off to the side, Karev was standing at a table with Yang and Grey, rolling his eyes at something they said. Doctor Grey gets the attention of the surrounding doctors before speaking, “Alright as many of you may know, today is Cristina’s birthday so we’re going to do some shots! If you are a doctor at Grey-Sloan, then please make your way over to the bar as we toast to everyone’s favorite cardiothoracic surgeon.”

A string of laughter and teasing could be heard as everyone took hold of their tequila shots and lifted them up, “To Doctor Yang.”

“To Doctor Yang!”

The atmosphere lightened up a bit and distinctions between superiors and subordinates blurred as the alcohol made its way around the room. Alex left his friends and made his wave over to where Jo was sitting at the bar and waved over Holt and Vargas. He looked over to the bartender and began to order some drinks, “Hey man. Can I get a beer for me, a vodka and coke for Jo, I don’t know what those two want but it’s on me.”

“I’ll take a martini and Anna will have a cosmopolitan,” Gia answered.

After each receiving their drinks, Alex raised his glass, “To a great day of saving tiny humans. It’s not everyday that you treat a kid that’s gonna make it, but today we did.”

The group cheered and downed their drinks. About an hour had passed, and everyone was starting to feel some of the effects of the alcohol. Alex became more flirty than usual. His statements were suggestive and oftentimes. Jo was a giggler. She found everything mildly hilarious and more often than not, lost an item or two of clothes in the process. So far, she had shed the cardigan she’d been wearing. Interns on the other hand, became more bold when drinking alcohol. Gia especially, had her inhibitions lowered and decided that she would finally make her move on Karev.

“So Karev, when was the last time you picked someone up in the bar?” Gia asked.

Alex laughed, “Honestly, I don’t remember.”

“Oh please,” Jo rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you remember. It couldn’t have been that long ago. You’d come here every other day with Avery while I was dating Jason and couldn’t hang out with you.”

“I’m serious,” Alex swore. “The last time I came to the bar and tried to pick someone up was last year before Mer, and everyone bought the hospital. I’m out of practice.”

“There’s no way,” Jo shook her head in disbelief. “You did not go that long without a bar hookup.”

“But I did,” Alex nodded.

Sensing that this might finally be her moment, Gia exchanged a glance with an equally tipsy Anna and turned to Alex, “Well, we have to fix that don’t we?”

“Huh?” Alex scrunched his face at the intern.

Jo--who had understood what was going on--burst out into laughter. She considered saying something and staking her claim on Alex, but decided to let him suffer and see what his reaction would be.

Gia smiled flirtily and placed her hand on Alex’s arm, “You said you’re out of practice, so how about I help you break your dry streak?”

Alex’s eyes widened comically as he finally caught on to what the young woman was suggesting. His eyebrows raised and he opened his mouth in shock, closing it dumbly when words failed to come out. He looked over to Jo for assistance, only to find that she was laughing so hard that tears were trailing down her cheeks. Alex laughed awkward and attempted to say something again, “Um… I’m good, thanks.”

“Oh come on, there’s no need to be shy,” Gia winked. “I know you aren’t. Your reputation speaks for itself, and I for one would not mind finding out if all they say is true.”

Alex looked at Jo with desperation in his eyes. Finally deciding to have mercy on him, she turned to her intern with an amused look on her face, “Alex won’t be going home with you tonight.”

“Why not?” Gia asked, seeming mildly offended.

“Because, tonight, Alex will be going home with me,” Jo supplied. “Just like he does every night, because I’m his girlfriend and he no longer needs to pick up random women in bars.”

Both Gia and Anna’s faces paled at Jo’s confession. Gia began to stutter her apologies to her resident when Jo interrupted her, “Holt. Relax. I get it, trust me. He’s hot.”

Alex, who had been observing the scene, felt his ears get hot, “Jo…”

“I’m serious,” Jo grinned. “No hard feelings. You didn’t know. But now you do, so if I see or hear of you making another pass at my boyfriend, you will be drowning in scut.”

Gia nodded and buried her face in her hands in embarrassment. Anna placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “I guess I was right, huh?”

“I’m thinking I should’ve listened to you when you suggested that they might be a thing,” Gia cringed.

Deciding it was time to leave and allow the poor intern to wallow in her embarrassment, Alex pulled Jo up and started to guide her out the door. Just as the two of them were about to walk out the door, Jo stopped and gave Gia sly smirk, “Oh and just so you know, everything they say about him is true.”

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madllamamomma · 4 years

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Part 4 for my first Muriel smut. Beware! NSFW, 18+ crap below here. But it’s mostly fluff.

Pumpkin bread part 4~

You notice the warmth of Muriel’s arms as you slowly flutter your sleepy eyes open. He lays on his side, looking like he had nodded off to sleep as well. You're flat on your back blankets cover you both naked bodies. Muriel’s left arm resting on your waist, his right arm being used as your pillow. You roll over to meet his chest trying to make sure you don’t wake him, his eyes blink slowly open with a long sigh with the movement, licking his chapped lips. Your hand cups his cheek, and utter softly and sleepily, “Hi.”

He softly smiles back, “Hi……..You’re finally awake.” He says with a yawn. You move your head off his arm so he can stretch it out, and you lay on his chest. He pushes a stray hair out of your face.

You yawn, rub your sleepy eyes, and stretch your toes a bit. “How long was I out for?”

He glances to the small window, it’s nearly twilight. You shoot up in shock. “What?! I’m almost at night? It was just morning!”

He sits up next to you, you lean on his arm snuggling his bicep with a deep sign and whisper to yourself. “Stupid pumpkin bread… stupid elixir….. Stupid Asra….”

A little shiver cues you to pull up the covers over your bare chest, you notice that you feel a lot colder now. His hand brushes against your forehead to check your temperature. “....not hot anymore.” You touch your face with one hand to confirm it. “Huh, I guess so... I guess the um.. ” You clear your throat. “.. the effect were... ahhh... fulfilled?” You awkwardly chuckle.

“Are you ok?” He asks softly and he starts to look off at the wall sheepishly. You look up towards his face.

“Yes…. Actually…..what about you?”

“What?” He meets your eyes with a snort.

“I mean…. Are you alright?…. That was… uh… a bit much…you know... to just be thrown at you all of a sudden. It wasn’t very fair of me to do.” You cheeks blush a bit, still feeling a bit ashamed.

Your hand starts to run through his black hair. “I mean… It was very… sudden.” He pauses thoughtfully. “But… I mean..” You almost can’t hear him speaking under his breath. “Itwasnotallthatbad….Iamaguyafterall…..”

“Really?!” You shoot him a surprised look as he scratches the back of his head, eyes still looking the wall. His cheeks are getting redder as he continues.

“I mean… yeah. I was afraid of hurting you-- I will always be afraid of that-- because you're just so…. tiny... But it was --- it.. It felt--” He tries so hide his pleased grin.

“....Good? You felt good?” You look at him intently. He nods sharply his ears start to heat up. “...So you--You liked it??” He nods sharply again.

You wrap your arms around him making him fall back to the bed feeling such relief. You return to being on top of his chest, foreheads touching. He’s grin overwhelms him as you both fall back to the bed. He then looks a bit more seriously at you. “..Are you sure I didn’t hurt you at all?”

“Nope! I trust you, Muriel. I don’t think you can hurt me even if you tried. I just wish you trusted yourself.” You kiss his nose then his forehead. He pulls you lose hair behind your ear.

“Rhemi… I--” He shuts his eyes tightly for a second, trying to force words out. “I...I love you, too.” It doesn’t say it often, words are hard for him; But when he does, it always makes your heart feel fluttery. “I want you to tell me things... I know I’m not good at--” He waves his hands around gesturing to you. “.. all of this... but I want you to tell me things. You let me tell you things.”

You kiss his lips softly. his arms travel up and down your bare back loving the feeling of your skins under his fingertips. After laying there for a minute or two you sit up at the edge of bed picking up your clothes and placing your shirt back on. “Come on, let's go back to your hut and check on Inanna. I’ll make dinner!” He sits up in the bed slightly groggy, stretching his muscles in his shoulders. You thread your underwear and skirt on, turn to Muriel before standing to your feet. “What would you like to eat tonight? The shops shouldn’t be closed for another hour, we can go grab a few-- OOOF!”

THUMP! You legs give out, you nearly face planted before you are saved yet again by Muriel’s arms, pulling you back to the edge of the bed. You both just froze for a second before you burst out laughing. Muriel can’t help but join your laughter. “You’re a mess.”

“Yes. But I’m your mess!”

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Your legs still feel weak for a few days, from the elixir (and from your sexy hermit, but you won’t let him know that, you didn’t mind that part). A week or so go by, and you do your best to completely ignore Asra completely, giving him a very cold shoulder. You are still a bit pissed off at him, he did apologize, multiple times in fact (even though you felt it wasn’t the most convincing). After all, it did bring Muriel and you closer. Asra was also becoming very sulky. You decide to make him a peace offering to ease the tension.

Asra was standing at the counter looking through his notebooks, searching for something in the mess of books. You bring him his favorite cup of tea and make it just how he likes it. You set in on the glass counter where he was standing at. He looks up at you with glee in his eyes. “Does this mean you forgive me, Rhemi?”

You give him an eye roll and lean on the counter and smile a little. “Ugggh. Yes…” He gives you a quick friendly hug. “You know I can’t stay angry at you forever, Asra.”

He blows on it then closes his eyes and sips on the hot tea happily before parting his lips, “Ahhh...You know how to make a good cup of tea, Rhemi.” You feel the corners of our mouth start to curl upwards in delight. “I’m really happy you like it, Asra~”

He happily keeps sipping the tea, still rummaging through his note books. You return on working on your tasks for about fifteen minutes before Asra finally calls you over to the counter again. “Rhemi, have you seen that one notebook?”

“Which one?” You ask trying to pretend to be clueless.

He scratches his head and presses the tea cup for another sip. “The purple and green one---” He starts to take a small sip of the tea as you pull the notebook from behind your back giving him an evil grin.

“You mean…. This one?? The one where you leave just anywhere?.....Where you keep…... a certain seduction elixir recipe in?” You flutter your eyes sadistically.

He quickly glances at you, then to the notebook, back to you, then down to his nearly empty tea cup. “PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!” He whips his head around away from the counter, sputtering the tea from his mouth, looking mortified. “Rhemi….. You didn’t…. Please tell me you didn’t!”

You chuckle menacingly, “Well it’s not exactly the same exact brew…” His right eyebrow starts to twitch. His mouth is wide open, sweat starts to bead from his face as you continue, “....This one is much faster.” You lean closer and loudly whisper. “....And you drank a lot of it too!”

He touches his cheeks, they are already becoming feverish. He faces screaming with panic, and looks a little impressed with your slyness, and but attempts to hide it with a smile. “....Rhemi—“

You shrug, smiling. “What? The effects should wear off in approximately three days.. maybe a week…. Unless---”

“--Ok. Rhemi, I get it! Touche! I deserved this…very funny. Ha ha!” He pauses scanning your face in hopes that you are not at all serious. But his knees start to wobble and he drops to the ground to his knees with a Thud. His mouth turns into a tight low frown, pitifully looking back up at you. “Please….. Rhemi. You are a better person than I am.” He says softly almost a horse whispering, gives you a desperate smile, folding his hands, pleading.

You fold your arms, and laugh. “Ooh….?” Then kneel down to meet his eyes. “No, Asra…. I’m really not. Besides I’m sure that Julian—“

Asra moans slightly and starts to melt on the floor and mutters, “Oh shit.”

“Oh yes!” You boop him on the nose with your pointer finger.

Asra’s attention then goes to the shop door where Muriel’s tall figure squeezes into the small door frame. Asra swallows hard. He knows he’s in deep shit now.“Hey— hey Muriel! My oldest, closest, most trusted….. Most kind friend.” Muriel now kneels down to inspect his feverish face. “Hmm. You don’t look so well.”

Muriel quickly shoots you a look with a hidden smirk. You play along, putting your hand to cheek in pretend shock, “Oh no! Do you think he’s sick?” you snicker.

Asra’s eyes shifting back and forth between the two of you with growing concern.“What are you two— Hey!!!!” Muriel gathers up Asra under his arm, letting out a loud fake grumbly sigh. “Yep-- guess he’s gonna need a doctor!”

Asra’s brow now perfusing with sweat. “Wait! Wait! Muriel! Rhemi! Please, have mercy!---” He cries as he tries to wiggle himself free.

“---Nope!” Muriel and you answer sharply in union, quickly high fiving. Asra continues to desperately to get himself free from Muriel’s arm. But it’s no use. No once escapes the Scourge!

You barrel into the door of Julian’s clinic, Muriel ducks his head following after. Julian sat at his desk in the back, the sudden entrance startles him a bit as he slightly jumps. “Well hello, Rhemi and..uhh... M-Muriel.” Muriel glances at his irritatedly. “To what do I owe the pleasure--” He then notices Asra wiggling definitely underneath Muriel’s arm. He tilts his head down to look at Asra’s very feverish face. “What--ah-- what’s… what’s going on here-- umm....exactly?” Before Asra can speak, you cover his mouth interrupting. “Oh he’s got a bad fever! Julian! Needs to see you!~”

Muriel then chimes in, “...Some bad tea.”

Asra’s nostral’s flare as you remove your hand away from his mouth and you smile back at him mischievously. Muriel sets him down on the edge of one of the beds. Asra attempts to stand up immediately. “I am perfectly fine--” His knees buckle, Julian catches him before he completely drops to the floor.

“You are most certainly not!” Asra’s face crimson red, beaming at Julian’s arm euphorically sitting back at the edge of the bed. He shoots you and Muriel a bit of an irritated look. Julian takes his glove off feeling forehead. “God! Your burning up!” Julian then turns his attention to you and Muriel. “Wait-- Can’t you fix this… you know… with your hocus pocus?” He says while wiggling his fingers trying to look whimsical.

You tug at Muriel’s cloak, pulling him out the door quickly, walking backwards with your suspicious grin on your face and shrug before closing the door. “Nothing I can do~!”

Asra covers his mouth with his hand with his hand hiding it from Julian, mouthing, “Please don’t do this!”

You eye him through the small crack of the door waving your fingers. “Tell me how it goes! Bye, Asra!”

CLANK--- You lock the door with your magic. You hear a faint Asra’s muffled “NOOO!” behind the locked door followed by, “ Asra, did she just lock the door--?”

You both run off to out of the crowded streets to an alley way. Muriel and you try to contain your laughter. You laugh so hard that your stomach starts to hurt. Once you both recover, Muriel offers you his arm and you take it happily, leaning into him lovingly as you both walk back to the shop.

The end ~

Finally! Am I right?! This has been helping me get through life currently. I haven’t written anything like this before so I home it isn’t too hard to read. I hope you all enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing it. I love these characters they are a lot of fun.

Part 1-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/190897875066/please-enjoy-my-muriel-x-mc-smut-ish-i-am-not

Part 2-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/190914002866/heres-part-two-on-my-muriel-smut-its-just

Part 3-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/190921120191/muriel-smut-part-3-the-most-smut-there-will-be

#the arcana #the arcane game #the arcane mc #muriel #muriel x apprentice #muriel route #muriel x oc #muriel x reader #the mountain man #the hermit #asra x julian #smut #muriel smut #arcana smut

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h-sleepingirl · 4 years

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EEEHU + Scenes From A Hypnotic Skype Call 3/29/20

This is a writing about my weekend. This is a writing about EEEHU, and a writing about a Skype date. They are very different in tone, but inevitably interconnected. This is a writing I debated on doing -- on how to express it, and whether or not I should share it.This is a writing that starts very hard, but gets easier.

I was a part of two classes on Saturday. I thought that would be easy; I had been kicking myself for not submitting more and was very close to deciding to put on an unconference class.

It was not easy.

I didn't sleep well that night, and haven't been sleeping well in general. Since shifting my work, I felt like my sleep should be pretty stable, since I work on my own schedule now. But I've been staying up late and waking up early. It's a bad pattern, and it was the second day in a 5hr sleep cycle.

I was already drained, and I had a lot to juggle to get everything running smoothly Saturday morning. It was taxing and I was exhausted. I was snapping at stupid things, uncharacteristically. I kept saying, with forced glee, "It's just like a real con! I'm sleep deprived and stressed!"

But once we got started, the first class with MrDream went well, and I enjoyed it. The audience was incredibly generous towards both him and me. I was so pleased at how many people were getting information and how many people said that they loved my trance face, although I had to force down a little bit of juvenile bitterness that we couldn’t just monopolize the class with play and go as hard as we usually do. There were 140ish people in the class -- a lot. We did Q&A to wrap up, and then I had to run to do tech testing for the podcast.

What I couldn’t do was give MrDream a hug after the class. What I couldn’t do was walk down the hotel hallway to see him and decompress. What I couldn’t do was hang around and chat with attendees in the lobby and in the con spaces.

I felt that immensely, stinging, but I had to push it down, because I had more to do.

The podcast, despite some inevitable technical issues, went well enough. By that point, I was feeling incredibly drained, and hadn’t been able to eat more than some yogurt for the majority of the day because of feeling crappy from not sleeping. It went for 2 hours -- very long, and we had no breaks. I was on autopilot. I had a good time, but felt almost dissociated, far away from myself.

I turned off the meeting, and I was suddenly in my bed, alone, just with cc, waiting for the audio to save.

I could not go see MrDream. I could not go see my friends. I could not get a hug. I could not text someone to ask where the party was and then stay up until 4am doing hypnosis and talking bullshit.

I started crying -- not weeping, not choking out tears, but wailing, hard crying.

It was the build-up of nearly a month of not processing that life, right now, is different. I cannot see my loved ones. I cannot see my community. EEEHU was a monstrous effort by its organizers which I applaud, and am so dearly happy that so many people enjoyed it, but for me, it was a harsh reminder that it was not a con in the way that I needed, and that I will not get that in the foreseeable future.

And I can’t see MrDream.

Our 2-year dating anniversary was just over a week ago. We would have had a date, riled up from not seeing each other for a month, meeting near the vernal equinox, the change of seasons having become important to us. And then we would have seen each other at NEEHU, a week later.

Now I don’t know when I will see him again.

After keeping that fact so distant from myself, taking one day at a time, I was slapped in the face by it.

I cried. I cried so hard. I have not cried like that in months, maybe a year. It was the rawness of isolation, the feeling of tragedy, of separation.

After a few minutes of it, I stopped, because I didn’t want to dig myself into a hole I couldn’t get out of. I saw myself in a mirror, and saw the mascara running in streaks down my face -- an effect I’ve tried hard to achieve for kink and in scenes for my partners who enjoy tears.

I took out my phone and snapped a picture -- the picture I take for MrDream every day of myself when I feel particularly brainwashed. If this wasn’t such a clear sign of how brainwashed, how dependent, how addicted, how in love I am, then I don’t know what is.

He responded well.

I went to bed early, feeling like I had immensely screwed up in everything the entire day. Again I had trouble sleeping, but I was comforted by the knowledge that I would talk to MrDream on Skype, and woke up feeling still drained, but less raw.

Our call was, of course, what I needed.

It was not the kind of call where we dove headfirst into trance. We spent time decompressing and talking, the sort of relaxed conversation I’ve missed so much since not having long time together.

But when he shifted his tone, when I saw his eyes change so subtly, I felt it all, and I felt everything melt away, helpless to it.

This trance is so overwhelming, the lowness of his voice, the feather-light touch of it makes me feel as though this is so much more powerful than aggression, as though I am a fluid which yields so much more softly when given the most gentle pressure, and how weak I feel to that.

He talks about how I can feel myself melting into him and suddenly I feel it, I feel the way his body feels. How much he wants me. How much when even I think about him from far away, he feels it, unconsciously, the force of our connection, we can smell each other, we know the weight of each others’ bodies.

Sinking into him. Filled with him. Empty. Deep.

Going through vivid memories of us together, flashbacks to dates that I suddenly am able to access more effectively.

I weep in trance at how precious that is. I weep while aroused as he controls me, even as I feel myself totally slipping away. The tears stop quickly, leaving me with his control.

He is calling back to the podcast that I know he was there to listen to, using my words, using my ideas, the recognition that he is always paying attention.

When he snaps me up, I am a hypnotized wreck, I can’t talk. He has to snap me up again.

“My shoulders are doing the thing,” I say, smiling, finally. “My brain is doing the thing.”

Loosened, relaxed.

We talk about how much we miss each other. He future paces gently about what it will be like when we finally see each other. I cry a little bit again, and it’s the first time I’ve acknowledged this thing with tears in front of him.

We banter Erickson at each other -- our ultimate love language.

I’m amazed how quickly I fall away when his flirting shifts intent just slightly. I have been going deeper, I have been going away so much further and faster.

He turns me into a cow, all body, no brain, taking over everything. Dumb cow braincells making me all mouth, all pussy, all tits. Calling back to my fey memories, how holographic they are.

Flashback to his apartment and cumming on top of him.

“Feeling the way the light feels,” he says, and it triggers the exact memory of my thought, in his room, when he took something away from me permanently -- ‘I will never forget the way the light looks in this room at this moment.’

“And then fading away even from this much comprehension into the deepest trance.”

Just hypnosis, just mind control. The absolute feeling of that, the way it drugs me.

I am so close to nothing, he is draining me away… Again I have that sense that if he just pushes a little more, I would go, something would happen, I would be totally gone forever… Again, I flash back to another date, the solstice that I did not share, and how close I was…

“You’ve always been a dumb little girl, wanting this so badly…”

Another flashback…

And he wakes me up, and I just stare at him. He makes a whooshing sound.

“Boy, do I miss this,” he says, all low, so turned on. “Gonna shred you so bad.”

I say his name.

“I’m… somewhere,” I manage, softly.

“Me too,” he says.

I’m so completely focused on his face, so completely keyed into his expression, his eyes, just like I would be if we were together, just like I’ve been learning how to do over Skype after all this time.

“Are we just going to spend 15 minutes staring at each other now?” I whisper, locked onto him.

“If we were alone, do you think we would?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say quietly.

We fix on each other, silently, and it is just like we are.

He makes another whooshing sound, and it breaks, and we both laugh a little.

“Well,” he says, “that was two minutes.”

“As if a candle can tell that it’s melting.”

I become an object, melting itself, lit by him, finally no longer a person, finally even more easy to exist as a vessel for his control.

“As if you are a candle in the dark night, dripping wax into your hand, thinking about spells and magic…”

Flashback to Samhain, and the frustration.

“Who we are when we are alone, when we are together, even if there are people around, no matter where, we are always in this other world where magic is happening to us both. Knowing we are always connected, knowing we always have this thing, and no one can stop it.”

Flashback to DMDW.

Flashback to flashbacks of DMDW.

Weeping, again, in deep, deep trance, feeling the magic bubble in my body and bubble where the air meets my skin, just for this one moment, so long since I’ve felt it and never over distance like this -- the magic that I will always question, the magic that seems unquestionable when I feel it and then dreamlike, it fades...

He counts me up, and I feel a tightness, and before 5, I whisper his name and ask to stay here, at 4.

I have looked at the picture of myself ever so often. The enormous emotional outpouring feels more distant now, and more manageable, but I don’t ever want to forget how hard that day was for me. I don’t ever want to take things for granted ever again.

It makes me so happy that I was able to have meaningful conversations and input at EEEHU, and help people learn, and watch people having fun. I wish I could have been more present, but I know I was doing the right thing by being at home, and not “at the con."

The hypnosis community is so incredibly important to me. I dedicated my first book to it, and surely I will do the same with my next. I believe I was meant to be here. If I believed in destiny, which I do not, I would say that it has been my destiny since I was a tiny little girl, confused and barely conscious of myself.

All I have to say is this: Take care of yourselves. Stay strong, but know you will fail sometimes. Cry. Laugh. Keep in touch.

I will be here.

@hypnokinkwithmrdream

#my writing #eeehu #neehu2020 #hypnosis #hypnokink

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aliasimagines · 4 years

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Secrets part 2 (damian wayne x harley quinn’s daughter)

read part 1 here

The young Wayne boy sat on the edge of a huge building lost in his thoughts. The gentle wind ruffled his black hair. He was thinking about you. Again. He sat there, again thinking of your soft lips against his. The way his name rolled off of your tongue. Your eyes, your hair.. He couldn't help but wish you were here to keep him company. But Damian was on patrol and he can't just kidnap you from your bedroom in the middle of the night. I mean he can, he just won't.

Robin was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Nightwing jumping and landing next to him.

"Hey, what's up Little D?" Dick asked in his cheery voice. A scowl appeared on Damian's face as he turned to his oldest brother.

"You meant to say Robin right, Nightwing?"

"Sure Little bird. Now, what's on your mind?" he asked sitting next to the young Wayne.

"You sure you want to know that 'Wing?" asked a voice from behind them.

"Tt. I didn't know what was missing..." Damian rolled his eyes at Red Hood who sat down next to them.

"Continue guys, I wanna hear all the gossip!" Jason said in a fake excited voice which came out pretty irritating through his helmet.

"I'm... Don't you have better things to do?!" snapped Damian standing up. Or trying to stand up. His green boots got stuck and he almost fell on Jason. Fortunately Dick could grab Damian just in time so he didn't fell on Jay, or off the building. Robin straightened his uniform, stepped behind his brothers and turned around so now his back was facing a very confused and curious Dick and Jason.

"Now you gotta tell us what's going on with you"

"It's... I don't have to do anything you say Todd!" he took a deep breath "But I choose to tell it to you. Don't make me regret it you idiots"

"No promises." Dick elbowed Jason for this comment.

Damian turned around and exhaled the breath that he was holding. His fingers played with the rough material of the back of his cloak. He opened his mouth but Jason talked first.

"You're gay."

Dick hit the vigilante's helmet. "Shut, the hell, up. Go ahead Dami, don't care about him."

Damian glared at Jason.

"I have a girlfriend"

"She is a cover up for you being gay" stated Jason, but he laughed a little at the and. He earned a hit from both Robin and Nightwing this time.

"What's with you saying gay? You and Harper are together or what?" Damian narrow his eyebrows, angry expression spread across his face. He just freaking told about his girlfriend and Jason couldn't act like an adult for one goddamn minute!

"Watch it, demon"Jay threatened causing Dami to step closer.

" Or what, Todd?"

Nightwing finally stepped between them.

" Heyyy guys. There's no need for this. Lil D! You've got a girlfriend! I'm so proud of you! Congrats! How long have you been together?"

Damian teared his gaze away from Red Hood and looked at his oldest brother.

"5 and a half month"

"WHAT?!" Dick shouted, his voice echoing in the empty streets of Gotham. "FIVE MONTH?? HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE TO HIDE THAT FROM US?!"

"Stop shouting you moron!" Damian hissed. Clenching his teeth he fought back a smirk. Dick was right, he successfully hid his relationship for month from his family (expect from Alfred, he knows everything).

"How the hell did you manage to KEEP a girl for 5 months? Like, is she okay? Is she under hypnosis? Is she blind? Something gotta be. No sane human being would date you."

Bruce's voice rang through the brothers's earpiece.

"Jason that's enough. Damian we are going to talk after patrol."

"But Fathe..." he couldn't finish because the dark knight of Gotham continued to talk.

"I want to meet her. Invite her over for dinner tomorrow. Or today as it is half past midnight. Call her. I will tell Alfred."

''But...''

"Now Damian."

Damian mumbled something in Arabic while he fished his phone out of his pocket. Damn I forgot to send her a pic on snapchat. He tapped on the yellow and white ghost icon and quickly took a picture.

Damian forgot about his brothers so he put away his phone with a smile on his face.

"Damn I'm soo curious about the chick"Jason sighed. Damian jerked his head in the direction of the black and white haired man.

"Don't call my girlfriend a chick. That is rude. "

"Chick is not rude, man!" Jason put his arms up in defense.

"Okay guys that's enough for today. Since nothing's happening I suggest we go back to the cave and get some sleep." Dick's voice sounded tired.

"Someone needs their beauty sleep?" teased Jason but he agreed with Nightwing. In the last few weeks he only got to sleep maximum two hours, or if he was lucky,three hours of sleep per night. Jason could use some sleep.

Damian only nodded in response before jumping away in to the night. He did not want to go with the Batmobile, that would mean that he has to sit through a very long and awkward conversation. No, the talk can wait till he gets back to the cave and also he can clear his head while walking around a bit.

By the time he got home the first rays of sunlight appeared on the dark sky. He pushed back his hood as he entered the cave. Bruce was, of course, waiting for him in a chair with a book in his hand. Without looking up from his reading he greeted his son. Damian did the same and sat down next to his father.

And with that they started a conversation that all fathers and their sons should have eventually.

~°~

(later that day, around 5pm)

You stood in front of your body sized mirror, pulling your dress down a little. You fixed your hair and make up (if you wear any). You nervously slipped into your shoes and sat down at the living room table. Lucy was watching some stupid cartoon that made absolutely no sense but, Lucy was 4, it didn't have to make sense. Some random colorful creatures popped up on the screen making the little girl jump and laugh in surprise.

"Did you see that Y/N/N?" your little sister asked in glee, than when she saw your dress she tiled her head in confusion. "Why do look like a princess?"

"Aw baby you think that I look like a princess? That's so sweet sis. Well, the reason I am dressed this way is that I am having dinner with Damian."

"Is he coming over? Will he bring his puppy too?" Lucy asked excitedly.

"No baby, I' m going over. And Titus is not really a puppy anymore, he is bigger than you." you tried to explain but Lucy shook her head and only said 'Puppy' before turning back to the tv.

"Are you ready my dear?" your aunt Delilah walked into the room. "Oh Y/N you look so pretty! I'm sure Damian's family will love you!"

A quiet laugh escaped your lips.

"Well I hope so!"

A knock interrupted you. You knew it was Damian so you quickly give a hug to your sister and aunt before racing to the front door. As you opened it you saw your boyfriend. And he was wearing a black suit with a turtleneck. Damn...

"Hello Beloved, you look beautiful!"

You smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

"You don't look that bad either" you winked at him.

"Come on, habibi. Alfred is waiting by the car." he took your hand and led you outside.

Alfred was indeed waiting next to the black car. You approached him with a big smile.

"Hello Alfred! It's so nice to meet you! Dami speaks so highly of you."

A quiet laugh leaved the butler's mouth as he saw his young masters reaction on you calling him Dami in front of him.

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss" than he opened the car door so you and Damian could get in. As you sat down next to each other on the backseat Alfred closed the door and got in too.

The car was filled with quiet whispers on the road to the Manor. You told Damian that you were nervous about meeting his family and he said that although his brothers are idiots everything will be fine.

When you arrived to the huge mansion you looked around amazed.

"Oh my goodness! You live in freaking Hogwarts!" you shouted excitedly. Damian put his arm around your waist as you walked uo the stairs.

"Well, not quite but all right."

Alfred again opened the door for you. All of you got in but Alfred rushed to the kitchen so he could finish dinner.

You were about to say something when a big black dog run out of nowhere.

"Titus! Heya boy! How are you?" you bent down a bit to scratch his head. Titus barks at you happily.

Damian smiles at the scene and lowers himself down too. He pats his dog's back when someone runs through the hallway. It was Jason, Damian saw the white streak in his hair before he disappeared at the end of the hallway which led to the living room.

You looked up too, that sent a questioning look to your boyfriend. Damian opened his mouth to explain that you shouldn't mind Jason because he is an idiot but Jay returned.

"Hellooo demon spawn! You finally here, I'm starving and Bruce wouldn't let me eat before dinner." he tought for a second "Not that he is the boss of me...Anyway. Hello random chick, I suppose you're the demon's girlfriend?"

Damian raised his fist, probably to punch Jason but you caught his hand.

"Yeah, I'm his girlfriend. And you must be the rude, idiotic brother. Am I right?" you looked at each other for a few seconds before Jason burst out laughing.

"Ahh, she's sassy. I love it! It's Jason by the way." he held out his hand for you, and you shook it with a little smile on your face.

"I'm Y/N."

Damian, who was clearly annoyed by the fact that Jason was touching you, cleared his throat.

"Okay, you met Todd. Let's go find the others." Damian pulled you away from Jason. Titus followed you into the living room. You saw two boys sitting there, both of them older then you. That's probably Dick and Tim,you tought. You stepped foward as much as Damian's arm around your waist let you.

" Hello!" you waved at them. The taller boy quickly stood up and run to you.

"Hello dear! I'm Richard but everyone calls me Dick, It's so nice to meet you!"

You let out a laugh as he pulled you into a big hug.

"It's nice meeting you too, I'm Y/N."

"You got yourself a nice girlfriend Lil D." Dick said turning to your boyfriend. Damian nodded.

"Indeed Grayson. MY girlfriend is very 'nice' as you put it." you quickly kissed his cheek.

"Aww Dami! You're so protective of me it's so cute!"

Damian's cheeks turned bright red and his brothers started laughing at what you said and Dami's reaction. Tim stood up and walked beside Dick.

"Hey Y/N, I'm Tim" he smiled at you. "Nice to see that demon' s socializing."

"Haha Drake you're soo funny. You all are sooo funny. Where's father?" Damian's voice was sarcastic but you couldn't miss the little worry in it by the end of the sentence.

Dick pointed to the stairs.

"He is in his office."

The youngest brother noded his head in response an motioned for you to go up the stairs.

Damian guided you through the hallway. Looking around you saw a few pictures of the boys and Mr. Wayne, expensive vases and paintings.

When you finally stopped it was before a big oak door. Damian reassuringly squeezed your hand before knocking on the wood surface. You heard a muffled 'come in' before Damian opened the door.

You to step in the rather big office. Bruce Wayne sat at his table and looked curiously at you.

"Ah, you're here. Sorry son I lost track of time." the man stood up and held out his hand for you. "It is a pleasure to meet you Y/N."

"You too Mr. Wayne" you tried not to show how nervous you were as you shook his hand.

"Please call me Bruce." you acknowledged it with a small nod. "Allright, we should get down for dinner. I'm lookin forward to getting to know you Y/N."

~°~

Although the family dinner was quiet chaotic due to the brothers you enjoyed it. Okay maybe Bruce's always watching eye and questions were a bit awkward but he was just worried about his son and curious. You can't blame him for that. Bruce didn't trust you fully just yet but he also you that you can't choose your parents and he didn't want to look at you like The Jokers and Harley Quinn's daughter but as Y/N, the girlfriend of his son. And he couldn't deny the fact that Damian indeed seem happier and quite calmer. He just hopes that everything goes well and that you won't break Damian's already fragile heart.

At the end of the night Damian took you home but this time he used his motorcycle and didn't ask Alfred to take you. He wanted some privacy with you. The night was chilly against your skin as you hopped off when he parked in front your house.

"Your family seems... Nice." you said giggling.

"They are horrible. I know."

"Oh no! They're not horrible. Just a bit wierd but I liked them. And they love you Dami, that's what I care about."

Light pink blush stained his cheeks and he shook his head.

"I really like you, beloved. Thank you for coming tonight.... It meant a lot." you jumped to hug him. He hugged back tightly. You stayed there for what seemed hours but were only a few minutes. He kisses your forehead before pulling away.

"You should get inside. It's getting colder."

"Allright... Good night Damian. I love ya." you said before rushing inside to your aunt who was surely waiting for you awake so you can tell her every single detail.

Damian watched you wave from the top of the stairs before closing the door. He got on his motorcycle and headed home. On the way back he could only think about you and for once he didn't care about the grin on his face.... He is so in love with you.

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marie and her nutcracker prince

Hey guys! I'm sorry for dropping out of daminette december, I felt bad so I decided to make a lil fic! This is based on the ballet the nutcracker, well kinda i fixed it up a bit and I added a bunch of things. Instead of a big party shown in the ballet, I made it a small family get together and the battle scene is just crack LOL and i barely explained the dances IM SORRY DHFDJS!! Anyways I hope you guys enjoy! Also thanks for helping me @fsketchart I LOVE U

Dazzling lights twinkled around the room, as colors danced. A wonderful aroma filled the room, mixed with sugarplum, gingerbread, any type of sweet you can think of! It was there!

Marie and her little brother, Fritz were huddled next to each other by the warmth of the fireplace, staring at the lovingly wrapped gifts under the Christmas tree.

“What do you think is in this one?” Marie questioned, pointing at a small gift wrapped in a stunningly gold and pink paper.

“I don’t know. Why don’t we find out?” Fritz grabbed it quickly and gave it a quick shake. There was a jostling sound from inside the box, as Fritz smiled.

“You two better be careful, We don’t want any broken gifts do we?” A voice spoke softly from behind.

Marie and Fritz quickly turned around to see who it was .

“Uncle Alfred!” they both giggled with glee, right before jumping into his arms. The man smiled brightly as he pulled them close, wrapping them in his warmth.

“Why, if it isn’t my two favorite grandchildren! How have you two been! You two have been behaving yourselves, right?” Alfred kneeled down to meet the two children in the eyes.

“Yes Uncle Alfred!” they both cheered while nodding their head rapidly.

“Both of you close your eyes! I have something very special for you two.”

“Ok!” they both cheered. They closed their eyes, tightly shut. They grinned ear to ear in anticipation, as they heard Alfred prepare the gifts.

“You can open them up now!”

They both quickly spun around and saw small and large gifts laid around them. Fritz quickly launched himself towards his gift pile and opened them rapidly.

“A toy soldier!” Fritz cheered while raising it up. “I love it Uncle Alfred! Thank you!” he said while jumping into his arms.

“It’s quite no problem, Fritz...Marie? You’re awfully quiet. Is something wrong?” Alfred questioned, with concern in his voice.

“It's a nutcracker…” Marie said while caressing the nutcrackers cheek. “I-Its beautiful. Thank you, Uncle Alfred.” Marie said while putting down her new gift and joining in the hug.

While this moment was very heartwarming, Fritz thought it was a good idea to test out Marie’s new nutcracker. He quickly grabbed a rather large chestnut from the dining room and shoved right into the mouth of the nutcracker. He quickly pushed down on the lever in the back and… Snap!

“Whoops…”

Marie and Alfred quickly jumped back and slowly turned around to see Fritz holding the nutcrackers head in his hand.

“What did you do!?” Marie screamed accusingly while running towards the massacre.

Walnut shells were everywhere. Bits of the wooden nutcracker soldier were on the ground. And Fritz… poor, innocent Fritz held its head in his hands.

“You broke him!” Marie cried. She rushed over to see the remains of the nutcracker.

“I-I didn't mean it! I just wanted to see if it actually worked! Im sorry! Uncle Alfred can fix it! Right Uncle Alfred?” Fritz screamed.

“I don't know about that...may I see him?” He asked.

Fritz slowly handed over the head and body to his Uncle. They watched nervously as their uncle scanned the poor nutcracker. They practically jumped out of their skin when they saw their uncle jolt out of the room.

“I’m really sorry, Marie. I didn't mean it, I promise,” Fritz whispered softly, looking towards the ground.

“Its alright Fritz, Uncle Alfred will fix him. But next time be careful ok?” Marie spoke, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Alfred quickly walked back into the room, with a fixed nutcracker in his arms.

“He's going to be ok. Just don't be too harsh with him.” The children gasped with joy and nodded their heads furiously.

“Thank you Uncle!” both of them cheered while returning to their toys.

They both sat underneath their Christmas tree playing with their toys that felt like hours. Fritz was slowly drifting to sleep, and Marie was just getting started. She was not going to leave this nutcracker for awhile. She adored this little wooden doll.

“Alright kiddos. Time to sleep.” Alfred said while picking up the sleeping Fritz.

“B-but! I'm not tired!” Marie protested.

“You'll have time to play with your nutcracker prince tomorrow, Marie. Now come on let's get you to bed.” Alfred said while offering her a hand.

“Fine...” Marie whispered while placing her doll down by the Christmas tree.

Marie was NOT going to sleep tonight. It has been about two hours since her Uncle Alfred tucked her in and she hasn't closed her eyes a single time. All she could think about was her new nutcracker. Gosh she loved that thing so much. They wouldn't mind if I went down to play with him right? Marie questioned. She didn't think twice. She quickly threw on her night robe and slippers and tip-toed her way down.

Marie slowly made her way to the living room and looked around the pillar leading to the room. The coast is clear! She quickly sprinted towards the tree and grabbed the doll and launched herself towards the couch. She spent about two hours playing with the doll before feeling rather tired. He wouldn't mind if I rested my eyes for two minutes would he? Marie quickly fell asleep with her nutcracker cradled in her arms. Her dreams were filled with exciting exciting events of the Christmas Eve party and her new toys. But she was quickly awaken by a loud crash coming from behind the tree. She quickly jumped behind the couch and looked up. Are those.. RATS? Before she could think twice of the events that were occuring she felt a sudden cold feeling run through her body. Her nutcracker was missing. Her favorite doll was missing. She was quickly knocked out of her panic when a mysterious voice yelled something.

“Rat King and his rats! Why the sudden outburst?” He yelped.

Marie quickly looked up and… MY NUTCRACKER??? WHAT THE HOLY CHESTNUTS WAS GOING ON? She quickly looked him up and down. He was handsome. He was covered in a silky suit and his hair was pushed back that was hidden under his helmet. He had the most beautiful eyes. Emerald green. She quickly was knocked out of her thoughts once again by screaming.

“I am here to kill you and your army! You do not stand a chance!” The Rat King sneered.

“We aren't going down without a fight. Now go my toy soldiers fight!” The nutcracker yelled.

Quickly Fritz's toy soldiers that he received earlier became life sized and was fighting off the Rat King and his rats. But the battle was pure chaos. They did not stand a chance against the rats. The soldiers were practically kids. They were dropping like flies. Without thinking Marie quickly took off her left slipper and yelled.

“Hey Rattie! Take a load of this!” She screamed while chucking her slipper towards his head.

“Marie no!” The nutcracker yelled.

The Rat King slowly turned around to face Marie and time froze.

“Why you spoiled little brat! Rats get her!” He screamed.

Holy sugarplum!

Marie had been running for what it felt like hours. She ran through the house and was suddenly cornered into a wall.

“You're going to regret trying to fight me, Marie.” The Rat King sneerled.

A loud boom filled the room and the Rat King and his rats fell to the ground.

“You're going to regret scaring my Angel.” The nutcracker said before stabbing him in the back.

He shviled to the ground and the nutcracker ran to Marie.

“Are you alright Marie?” He questioned.

“How-” Marie sputtered for word, “How do you know my name? A-And Angel?” Marie questioned.

“You were playing with me earlier, I was turned into a nutcracker by the Rat King but some unfamiliar magic turned my soldiers and I back. And you remind me of an Angel. You saved me.” He said.

“Oh that makes sense…. I-I'm glad you're alright…”Marie trailed off while looking towards the ground. Why am I so flustered?

“Thank you, Now let's go, the kingdom is waiting for you.”

“The kingdom? What kingdom? We are at my house- Wait where are we?”

“We are at my kingdom, The Land of Sweets. They are honoring you because you helped out with fighting the Rat King.”

“I just threw a shoe at him. How did I help?”

“Well you see.. The Rat King has been terrorizing our land for awhile. He would go on rampages, destroying are villages, and taking our supplies. Our armies were hopeless. We have been trying for months to capture him, and then you came along.”

“Oh I see.. I'm glad I was able to help.”

“Now that we are done with that. Shall we, Angel?” He said while offering his hand. His green eyes twinkled with adventure.

“We shall.”

As they entered the Land of Sweets, they were greeted with applause and cheering. Children were laughing and confetti was flying everywhere. Marie not used to the sudden commotion and shrunk into herself.

“Is this too much for you?” He questioned.

“No! No not at all! I'm just not used to it, that's all.”

“Well you should get used to it, No one’s going to shut up about it for a while.” He smirked.

They both shared a quick laugh together before being interrupted by someone clearing their throat from behind them.

“Well, if it isn’t Miss Marie and Damian,” the mysterious voice said.

“Oh my gosh, she’s adorable!” a voice spoke.

“Quiet down Jason, you’ll scare her.”

“But he’s right! She is adorable!”

They both quickly turned around and met eyes with 4 handsome gentlemen. The tallest one wore a white and red suit with three small golden buttons going down the front part. The second one wore an all white suit with sparkles that were shaped like snowflakes dancing around him. The third wore a white and light green suit that had different kinds of flowers embroidered on it. And finally the last wore sheer purple trousers with small sparkles sewed into it.

“Hello father… and brothers.”

“Hello, Damian, why don’t you introduce us to your friend?”

“This is Marie. She helped us battle the Rat King.”

“H-hi,” Marie whispered.

“You’re so cute and small!” Jason said as he ran up to her and circled around.

“Jason, quit it! You’re making her uncomfortable!” Damian sneered.

“It’s alright, Damian, I’m fine. nice to meet you Jason and…”

“The others are my brothers, Dick, and Tim. Jason is the Evergreen prince, Dick is the Snow Queen’s cavalier, and Tim is the Arabian Prince. They all traveled here to celebrate and to dance for you.”

“Dance? That's so sweet of you all!” Marie chirped.

“It's no problem, Marie. Now, let's get to your seat so you can watch.”

“Oh! Alright!”

As Damian and Marie got to their seats, Many girls dressed up in wonderful tutus made their way onto stage, the last two to enter was Dick and a girl. She was wearing the most beautiful dress Marie has ever seen. It was like the other girls but it was much more flowy and it had a much more detailed design. She had on a tiara with many different rhinestones that glimmered in the sunlight.

“Those are the snowflakes. And in the middle That’s Kori and Dick. Kori is married to Dick and she’s the Snow Queen.” Damian whispered.

“Wow..she's gorgeous.” Marie trailed off.

The dance started almost immediately, the snowflakes were twirling around the two in the middle while Dick picked up Kori and placed her onto his shoulder. As the dance ended the crowd roared. Both Dick and Kori walked up to the pair sitting and threw snowflakes around them. Marie stared at them with adoration while Damian stared at her.

As the rest of the snowflakes made their way off the stage, small little angels made their way to the stage and sat down at the side. A women in a pink tutu walked gracefully onto the stage and started to dance.

“Thats Selina, My mother. She is the Sugar Plum Fairy while my father is the Sugar Plum cavalier. He’ll be on stage soon I believe.”

“Oh I see..”

The Sugar Plum Cavalier made his way onto the stage to join his fairy in the dance. The dance was beautiful. They were in synced with each other.

“Wow.. They seem very close.” Marie whispered.

“Yes, they are… I hope I could find someone that completes me as Selina does Bruce.” Damian said while looking at Marie.

“M-Me as well,” Marie stuttered and quickly looked back at the dancers. Get it together, Marie!

The dance ended and the Sugar Plum Cavalier and Sugar Plum Fairy run up to the pair and bowed. Selina walked forwarded and greeted Marie.

“Hello Marie! I'm sorry I couldn't greet you earlier, I had to get ready for the celebration.”

“It's not a problem! I'm glad I got to meet you!”

“You too.. Damian, do treat the lovely young lady with respect,” Selina spoke firmly, with a soft smile. Quickly, she turned her heel and left, leaving the two flustered kids in an awkward silence.

“Apologies on my mother’s behalf. She has made a habit of being a little too forward sometimes.”

“Ah, I see..it’s no problem.”

They spoke for a little bit, but was soon interrupted by the sounds of footsteps. Tim and a group full of girls ran around the stage. The girls were wearing outfits that looked similar to the princess Jasmin. Their hair was in ponytails with small hair ties in them. One girl ran up to Marie and gave her a light blue scarf.

“For you, Miss Marie.”

“Thank you” Marie spoke softly while struggling to wrap it around herself. Her hair was getting in the way, and she tried to hide her frustration. Damian shook his head, smiling.

“Allow me to help you,” Damian said while pulling her hair back.

“Thank you, Dami.”

“Dami?” He asked, smirking.

“Oh, apologies! It was a slip of the tongue. Is it alright if I called you, Dami?” Damian smiled, and nodded.

“It would be an honor, Angel.”

As the dance ended Tim made his way towards the pair with the others.

“How’d you like the dance Marie?”

“Oh it was splendid! Absolutely marvelous! I was enchanted.” Tim smiled.

“I'm glad you liked it. Jason is next, you’re in for a treat.”

“Oh! I'm excited.”

As they were talking many girls dressed up in dresses with many different shades of pink ran onto the stage. Their hair was pulled up into a high bun that was secured with flowers. While they were preparing for the dance, Jason ran into the middle and raised his hand. Flowers burst out of the sky, and a flower crown was magically placed onto Marie’s hair.

Cute. Damian thought.

As the dance finished Jason ran up to them.

“So pixie-pop! Did you like it?” He questioned.

“Of course! I adore the flower crown you made me! It's so lovely!” she chirped.

“‘I’m glad you enjoyed it- oh! Bows are starting! I’ll see you guys soon!”

As he ran back all of the dancers came onto the stage for bows. The crowd cheered for them. While everyone was having a good time, no one noticed the group of rats and their king enter into the stage. A bunch of explosions were set off and the group on stage went into a fighting stance.

“What’s going on, Dami?” Marie questioned while gripping his arm. Damian avoided eye contact.

“That rats, they’re back. You stay here,” Damian spoke firmly.

“Absolutely not! I will not stand idly by when you all could use my help!”

“Angel, no. If you were to get hurt because of me I would never forgive myself. I'm starting to feel things I have never felt before. Please. I can't lose you.” Marinette looked into his eyes, and sighed. She looked away.

“Alright…but should things turn for the worse, I will not stand by. Do stay safe...for me?”

“I will,” Damian said while placing a kiss to her temple and running off.

The fight was nasty. It was way worse from the first one. Instead of small little swords they had full on metal swords. The rats were not winning but they were close. Marie was watching Damian closely. He was trying to fight off a group of rats when the Rat King swung his sword at him at his side.

“Dami!” Marie screamed while running towards them.

“Damian, oh my gosh are you ok?” Damian grunted as a response but nodded.

Marie quickly removed the scarf she received from Tim and pressed it against the wound. In response he flinched but still remained in the same spot.

“Dami, can you hear me?”

“Y-Yes Angel. I-Im sorry,” he said as he closed his eyes.

“Dami! Damian no!” Marie sobbed as she pulled him into her chest.

Marie woke up in a cold sweat, facing the ceiling of her bedroom. She froze for a moment, before she processed where she was. She quickly moved around to feel for her nutcracker.

“Where is he? W-Where's Damian?” Marie yelled.

She quickly jumped out of bed and slipped into her robe and slippers. She quickly ran downstairs but missed a few steps and landed onto the floor. She scrambled up and ran towards the tree. He wasn't there. Marie quickly pushed around the presents that laid under the tree but still couldn't find him. She quickly moved over to the couch but their was still no luck. A few footsteps knocked her out of her panic, she quickly turned around and met eyes with her uncle Alfred and her brother Fritz.

“Uncle Alfred! You will not believe what happened yesterday! I went upstairs right? And I couldn't go back to sleep so I snuck downstairs to play with my nutcracker but then when I came he turned into a real life nutcracker! And your toys, Fritz, they turned into real life soldiers! There was this Rat King and his rats and they fought! I threw my shoe at him! And then we won! And and then the nutcracker prince took me back to the Land of Sweets and people from the lands danced for me! I got this scarf from Tim! And then when they were finished we got ambushed and then.. Oh my gosh Dami! He got stabbed what happened to him!” Marie shouted.

“Settle down Marie! I don't know what kind of dream you had last night but I need to introduce you to someone.”

“B-but Uncle Alfred! I need to find Dami!”

“He can wait. Now come.”

“Ugh fine! But I don't think this is really important-”

A tall boy turned around and met eyes with Marie. Emerald Green.

“D-Dami?”

“Angel?” Damian asked, while running up to her. Marie ran up to him, and hugged him. They embraced each other as Marie almost broke into tears.

“I thought you were stabbed?” Marie spoke, just barely in a whisper.

“I did but I’m fine now. Oh my god, Marie I thought I would never see you again. After the battle you disappeared. I went looking for you but I couldn't find you anywhere.” Damian was almost about to cry, as he held her tighter, and buried his face into her shoulder.

“Shh, we’re alright now. We are together now.” She said softly, while holding him tighter. She rubbed his back to calm him down.

“What's going on Uncled Alfred?” Fritz asked while tugging on his jacket. Alfred looked confused as he stared at them, trying to make sense of it all. He sighed, before patting him on the head.

“I haven’t got a clue, Fritz.”

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s-trawberryv-eins · 4 years

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The Birthday

NOT MY GIF

The Birthday

Summary: Caroline Stark died in the snap that wiped out half of the population of the universe. She died two months before her 21st birthday. She was brought back to life in the October after what would've been her 26th. On the evening of what should be her 27th birthday, she feels as though she doesn't know who she should be anymore.

Warnings: Angst, loneliness, swearing. Not as sad as it seems though!

Please read here before reading!

Stark!OC x avengers

Word count: 3308

The Caroline Stark Series Masterlist

AUGUST 11th, 2024

AVENGERS COMPOUND

UPSTATE NEW YORK

As she lay with her head in Pepper’s lap, she made no effort to fight the hot tears that built up in her chocolate brown eyes. Delicate fingers worked through soft hair that spilled across her lap. Watching the girl with a look of heartbreak in her eyes, a sigh fell from Peppers lips.

“Please talk to me, baby.” Pleading with the girl in front of her, she felt at a loss. Having her daughter come back from the dead was a miracle; something she'd lost all hope for in the first few months after the snap. It never occurred to her the trauma Caroline now carried on her shoulders, however. Here they were, Caroline laying with her adoptive mother, sobs wracking her body on the eve of her birthday.

“How old am I, Momma?” Caroline had asked an hour earlier when she arrived at the Stark women’s quarters from the lab. Peppers heart broke for the girl, distress written clearly on every one of her delicate features. The woman said nothing, instead she simply sat on the couch and opened her arms wide for her daughter.

As it drew closer to midnight, the eldest Stark daughter couldn’t find the energy to be excited. She couldn't find the want to be excited. Tear stained cheeks red and puffy, eyes sore and bloodshot, the Potts woman wracked her brain for a way to cheer her daughter up, and perhaps salvage her birthday even the slightest bit.

“Am I 20 or am I 26? Because there’s a big difference, you know?” Stuttering through her speech, she couldn’t catch her breath. “Do you remember what we had planned for my 21st? Me, you, and Dad were gonna go to Coney Island? Fairground rides and hot dogs and a bonfire on the beach?"

“Yes, and then you were going to see Amelie and the others, and pretend it was your first-time drinking.” A sly smile crossed Pepper’s face as her daughters’ eyes widened comically.

“Dad promised he wouldn’t tell!”

“Tony knew?!” The brief silence quickly dissolved into giggles as the two women recalled the memories fondly.

“I know it’s last minute, but it’s really important!” Pepper spoke with equal parts frustration and excitement as she worked to pull her thoughts together. Caroline had long since fallen asleep on the couch, a blanket placed delicately over her sleeping form. After the less than cheery conversation the two shared, the CEO decided she knew exactly how to cheer the girl up.

“Barnes, I swear to all that’s holy this had better work!” Setting her phone down on the coffee table, she headed off to bed, knowing tomorrow would be a roller coaster of a day.

AUGUST 12th, 2024

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAROLINE” The loud girlish scream startled Caroline awake. Propping herself up on her elbows, Pepper met her eyes, offering her a sympathetic smile. Morgan, upon deciding she was simply not close enough, hopped up on to the sofa, all but climbing on top of her sister. A blinding smile and a big cuddle from the youngest Stark wasn’t a bad way to start the morning, Caroline thought to herself.

“Thankyou, baby.” Planting a kiss on her head, the scientist reached for her mother, who wasted no time in joining the sisters in their cuddle.

“We’ve got a surprise waiting for you in the kitchen.” Trying to muster up some enthusiasm was proving to be difficult, so she plastered on a fake smile and headed upstairs to change. Despite the early August sun shining down without relent, she pulled on a black sports bra and leggings, and threw her favourite black cropped jumped on over the top. Comfort over anything else, she decided. Jogging back downstairs, Morgan grabbed her sister’s hand and tugged her firmly in the direction of the communal kitchen.

Much to her relief, it was almost empty. As the three Stark ladies entered the room, they were greeted by FRIDAY, and Bucky Barnes.

“Good morning, Caroline! Happy birthday!" Thanking the AI, she placed Morgan on one of the kitchen stools before trying and failing to catch the Winter Soldiers attention, too engrossed in whatever he was cooking.

“I need to head to my office for a little while. Will you two be okay?” Kissing each of the girls on the forehead, they watched silently as their mother went off to work.

“Bye, Momma” Morgan piped up when Pepper was definitely out of earshot, earning a look of confusion from Caroline. “Uh…Uncle Buck?” Watching the soldier with entertainment, she reached out with tiny hands to grab a handful of napkins, throwing them haphazardly in his direction.

“UNCLE BUCK!” Spinning on his heels, cheeks flushed red and a lazy smile on his face, Morgan waved innocently. Receiving a wink and a high five from the soldier, a smile broke out across her face before she pointed at her sister. “It's sissy’s birthday.” The bluntness of her statement made him chuckle, but he simply nodded and motioned for the doctor to join him.

“Morning, Sergeant. What're you cooking?" As she rounded the corner of the island to have a nosy, he pulled her in for a sideways hug. Relishing in the feeling of being close to him, she hummed softly as he pressed a kiss to her hair.

“Happy birthday, doll. Pep told me that Tony always made pancakes on the day of; not that I've ever seen the man cook." A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips, the memory painfully bittersweet. The Winter Soldiers gesture left her heart fluttering and she made no effort to stop herself as she threw her arms around his middle.

“Thankyou, Bucky. It means more than you can know.” His surprised demeanour soon softened as he returned the embrace. Not feeling is necessary to respond with words, instead the sergeant tightened his grip on the girl, the pair enjoying the feeling of being so close.

“Smells like burning.” Morgan’s nose wrinkled as she inhaled deeply, her nonchalant comment sending the soldier into a panic.

“Your big sister distracted me!” Caroline rolled her eyes fondly but took her seat next to Morgan all the same, the moment being well and truly over. Bucky plated up two portions of pancakes, toppings already set out before their arrival.

“Here you go! I’ve gotta run some errands with Sam, but I’ll catch you in a bit, yeah?” Sending a warm smile in the girls’ direction, he hurried out of the room. The sinking feeling of disappointment hit Caroline only briefly before her sister turned to face her.

"Are you and Uncle Bucky gonna get married?” taking the scientist entirely by surprise, Caroline struggled as a mouth full of pancake lodged itself in her throat awkwardly. After composing herself, she turned to meet her sisters’ eye.

“Where on earth did that come from?” The look on the youngest Stark’s face was one of complete innocence, as if she’d asked about the weather and not her sisters relationship status.

“You and Uncle Buck. You hug a lot and he makes your face red.” Pressing her hands to her cheeks, the doctor felt them grow warm as Morgan spoke. "Like that!” Shoving more food in her mouth, she tried to steady her heartbeat.

“If you must know, your uncle has made it quite clear that we are only friends. Now finish your food.” Throwing a piece of fruit at the small girl, she made it as obvious as she could that the topic was closed, despite the smile on Morgan’s face.

“FRIDAY, where’s momma?” The Stark girls had spent all morning in each other’s company, wandering the compound and causing chaos, but they found that they were alone; with the exception of agents and officials they didn’t really know. Being a Stark had its benefits; Caroline had free reign of the compound, and the pair found that those that did catch them doing something they shouldn't were far more lenient upon realising who they were.

“She’s not here, Miss Morgan. Mrs Potts-Stark had to run a few errands. She’ll be home by 4.” A frown etched itself on to Caroline’s face, disappointed by her mother’s disappearance.

“Who is home then?” The AI created by Tony was all but a mind reader. It didn't matter how vaguely she was addressed, she always seemed to know what the team needed. Knowing that 'who' meant the team specifically, and ‘home’ meant their private living quarters, the AI responded immediately.

“Nobody, I’m afraid. It seems everybody is taking advantage of the peacetime, Miss Stark.”

Turning away from her sister with a huff, tears pricked at her eyes and that all too familiar lump formed in her throat. Yes, she’d requested her birthday remain a small, private affair, low key and homely. She hadn’t however, realised that this meant she’d be completely forgotten about. The sour taste in her mouth that appeared when she thought about this god-awful day was borne of confusion and grief and uncertainty. The last thing she wanted was to be completely alone.

As if sensing the shift in the room, Morgan took a gentle hold of Caroline hand, and began her trip across the green that separated the living quarters from her lab and workshop. The youngest Stark had access to the lab providing she was with an authorised adult; the measure had been taken after small hands had caused a rather large explosion when unsupervised - nobody was hurt, luckily.

Upon arriving in the lab, it took less than two seconds for Morgan to request her usual. “Do the suit.” Her statement offered no room for questioning, so Caroline planted her feet firmly on the pads in the corner of the room. Morgan watched with glee as the nanotech supersuit quickly covered every inch of Caroline’s body, travelling from the ground upwards. Inspired heavily by the Iron Man suit, she had used her fathers nanotech mark to create a stealth suit of her own. It lacked rocket launchers and the ability to fly, and she had changed the colour scheme somewhat; charcoal black with the iconic red of her father’s suit highlighting detail.

The changes were made to prove to everybody - the public, the team, herself – that she is not taking his place; there would only ever be one Iron Man.

"You look like Daddy!” Awe poured out of her eyes, as if the sight before her was the most magical she'd ever seen. The comment hit Caroline straight in the heart, pride and love shining in her eyes.

The two played and tinkered for hours, loneliness only creeping back in that evening as the sun began to disappear. Morgan appeared restless, sighing and studying the clock on the wall with resolve, despite her inability to correctly tell the time.

“Miss Morgan, the little hand just hit 4.” Jumping to her feet, the smallest brunette yanked the goggles from her eyes, tossing them to the ground.

“We gotta go, Care!” Furrowed brows and delayed reactions caused Morgan to huff loudly. “I want juice pops, we gotta go!" Taking a stance behind her sister, Morgan began to push her sister with as much strength as she could muster.

“Okay, okay! I’m going! Stop pushing!” Failing to scold the child as she’d already raced off ahead of her, Caroline sighed, but picked up her pace all the same. Hearing the automatic doors open, Caroline ran faster, wanting to stop her sister from running off without her.

“Morgan! You can't just run off like that!" The two girls stood just outside the building, on the edge of the green. Only interested in her sister’s safety, Caroline hadn't yet taken in the change of scenery. "I was scared-" her words died on her tongue as she looked out around them.

The large expanse of grass had been transformed into what appeared to be a fairground. Fairy lights lit up the surrounding area, revealing a ferris wheel, and merry-go-round, and several other rides that sparked a heavy feeling of nostalgia in her heart. A popcorn machine and a hot dog stand and a fire pit with huge cushions and blankets surrounding it.

“What is this? Mo?” Her voice a breathless whisper as she spoke, tears pricking her eyes once again.

“It’s your birthday, baby.” A voice startled her, she spun around to find her mother and the rest of the team waiting. Her family.

“I KNEW ALL ABOUT IT.” Morgan made sure everybody knew about her part in the plan, the most important, she announced.

“Sorry for leaving you all day. We received instructions for mission not-so-impossible at two am.” Clint explained their absence with a bright smile on his face.

“We weren’t about to argue with Momma Stark here” Sam added with a wink. As she took in the overwhelming scene before her, she couldn’t stop the tears rolling down her cheeks. Two pairs of arms appeared around her, giggles filled her ears.

“Come on,” Wanda whispered, Nat smiling happily next to her.

“We made you your own Coney Island. Let’s go have fun.” Holding on to her two friends for a second or two more, she nodded her head, taking their hands in hers.

After 5 hours of candy floss and helter-skelter filled fun, the night had started to settle down. The group found themselves gathered around the fire pit, sharing drinks, snacks, and stories. The ‘adults’ – Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, and May – were ready to turn in for the night, only to find that Peter, MJ, and Morgan were perched a few feet off the ground in a hammock that Peter had cleverly created for youngest Stark, who was completely enamoured by her 'big brother’ and his spider-talent.

The Avengers were scattered about the pit, little conversations of all varieties taking place. Caroline, Wanda, and Sam were discussing an upcoming mission in Bucharest; Nat and Clint were taking turns trying to get Banners other half to join the party; Bucky and Steve were studying Steve’s phone as they tried to figure out how to queue a song that they liked.

“All I’m saying is, the four of us-“

“Stop saying that! There are three of us going on this mission!”

“Redwing is as much a member of this team as you or me, Maximoff. Don’t you forget it” Sam’s sassy response sent Caroline into a fit of giggles. After a few drinks, Sam became one of the girls; his snappy comebacks, bratty attitude, and overall lack of tolerance for anybody’s shit was impossibly entertaining. It definitely helped that the rest of them had a slight buzz too - even the super soldiers, thanks to Thor’s constant supply of Asgardian strength alcohol.

The warmth of the fire and the soft glow of the fairy lights brought a feeling of contentment to Caroline’s heart as she tuned out of her conversation to look around. She truly felt as though she was at home.

The fire had started to die down. Pepper had taken Morgan to bed, and Happy had taken May and Peter back to Queens. Steve, Banner, and Rhodey had also taken their leave, bidding the group good night and wishing Caroline a last happy birthday. The others stayed out, the drinks continued to flow, and the conversation did too. Natasha sat huddled in between Stark and Maximoff, the three exchanging private giggles and whispers, a conversation the boys were not privy to. As they discussed Caroline’s most recent (god awful) date, a very wobbly Bucky Barnes appeared in front of them, hastily shoving Natasha out the way to sit next to the birthday girl.

“Hey cutie.” After she’d stopped laughing, Wanda pulled her friend up and yanked her elsewhere, giving Barnes some time with Caroline.

“Hey Buck.” Beaming up at him, her mind flew to Morgan’s earlier comments. She’d long since accepted the fact that Bucky didn’t want her, but she couldn’t help the butterflies that refused to settle in her stomach when he was near.

“Sorry for running off so quick this morning. I wanted to stay, but these heroes needed my help setting up.” Shaking her head with a giggle, she insisted that he need not apologise, the pancakes were wonderful, and she managed with Morgan.

“I hear Morgan was asking questions?” His tone was teasing but his words tore the smile right off her face.

“Oh, uh – yeah,” she cringed as she spoke “I put her right though. Don’t worry.” Refusing to make eye contact, she missed the look of disappointment that passed over his features. Rubbing his hands on his thighs, Barnes sighed.

“Really messed up there, didn’t I?” Caroline’s head snapped up, brows furrowed. Bucky caught Natasha’s eye and nodded, which she took as a signal to drag everyone inside discreetly to give the two some privacy.

“What does that mean?” The Sergeant winced at the harsh edge to her tone, Hope dwindled in her eyes, along with uncertainty and fear. He’d broken her heart before, and she was impossibly sure that he could do it again if he wanted. “Bucky?”

“I was so cruel, that day in your lab. I never even apologised.” Now it was his turn to avoid her eyes. Her heart ached as she recalled the day he spoke of. "Didn't even say sorry. Because I am, Care. I am so sorry.” It’d never really crossed her mind. After their argument, she’d avoided him for a few days, trying to give herself space to heal. Things slowly returned to normal (especially after Bucky broke things off with his girlfriend), as if there'd been an unspoken agreement to forget about the whole ordeal.

Forcing a small smile and a nod seemed to be all she could manage to do. Nothing was said for a few moments, and whilst the silence wasn’t awkward, she did want to draw out her time with Bucky. Gently leaning into him, he picked up on the hint and let his flesh arm wind over her shoulder, covering them both with a blanket as he did so. Readjusting slightly, she positioned herself so that her back was against his chest, the two sat with legs stretched out on the giant cushions.

“So then, birthday girl. Did you decide how old you are?" His voice was a whisper, lips just barely grazing the shall of her ear. Inhaling sharply, she let herself fall deeper into his embrace, his arm shifting from the girl’s shoulder to sit firmly on her waist. The feeling left her dizzy, and she fought to compose herself. Letting her head fall back onto his shoulder, she closed her eyes.

“Yes actually, I did." Pausing to think for a moment, she searched for the right words; a challenge considering the tipsy haze making words difficult to find. Bucky simply waited for her answer. Pepper had explained her feelings, and he knew not to rush her.

“I’m 21. I’ve lost so much. Thanos took so much. I don’t think I should have to lose this too.” For the first time, the Stark girl didn’t feel like crying when talking about it.

“Well in that case –“ the softest of kisses was pressed to the side of her head “happy 21st birthday, Caroline.” Pulling herself from the soldier’s grip, she turned to face him. Just before she could open her mouth to respond, a loud crash followed by an eruption of drunken giggles sounded from behind them. Letting her forehead fall sharply against Bucky’s shoulder, he just chuckled and turned around to see what the commotion was.

Sam, Wanda, Clint, and Natasha were rolling around on the floor in their laughter, right next to a fallen popcorn machine. With a fond sigh, Bucky stood up and offered his hand to Caroline, pulling her up to join their friends.

It had truly been a tremendous birthday.

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#marvel #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x oc #mcu #avengers #bucky barnes angst #flluff #angst #smut #writing #fanfic #please reblog #pepper potts #peter parker x morgan stark #the caroline stark series

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ilovemesomekillianjones · 5 years

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CS Pillow Talk 4 - The Guest

A/N: I wrote something. Perhaps the muse isn’t dead? She came back tonight to push this story out. Unbeta’d, because I started writing it a couple hours ago and now it’s finished and I want to post it. Other chapters need not be read to understand this chapter, as this is a series of unrelated one shots where Emma and Killian are, you guessed it, talking in bed.

Summary: Who is the guest in Killian’s dream? If Emma can guess, Killian will confess.

ao3 ffnet Rated M 1.7K Fluff, Humor, Smut

The deep moan rumbling from Killian’s sleeping form has Emma pausing as she throws her hair into a ponytail. She’s up before him for a change, and has taken it upon herself to make him breakfast in bed. Walking toward their bed, she watches as her husband’s sleeping form stretches and another groan passes his now smirking lips on an exhale. She chuckles as she realizes the cocky grin she has fallen in love with even happens when he sleeps. The trace of laughter is quickly replaced though, with a sharp intake of breath when the sheet moves further down his body as he continues to squirm.

She’s immediately torn between cooking him breakfast or taking care of Killian’s stiff cock that is now peeking from under the sheet. “Goddamn,” she mutters to herself, admiring his morning wood; she’d like nothing more than to wake him by riding him like the stud he is. With all the other characters she has come to find out are real, she errantly wonders if there truly is a faction of Morning Wood Fairies.

“Emma,” he sighs.

A rush of heat surges through her belly when she hears the desperation in his voice. Sitting down next to his sleeping form, she wars with waking him or just taking him in her hand or mouth. Emma runs her finger lightly from the tip of his straining cock, over his sensitive underside and down to his base before gently caressing his balls. When Killian’s hips surge toward her touch, she wraps her hand around his shaft and begins stroking him slowly. She can feel her own wetness gathering and shifts slightly on the bed to slip her other hand into her panties. She bites down on her lip as she tries to suppress a moan when her fingers glide effortlessly through her wetness then up over her clit. Her eyes close involuntarily as her fingers work in a motion as perfect as only one knows their own body.

“Bloody Hell, a man could get used to being woke like this,” Killian rasps in a sleep addled timbre.

Emma jumps slightly and her eyes open, but she doesn’t cease the movement of either hand. “I was going to make you breakfast in bed, but you looked much more appealing than anything I could cook.”

“Is that so,” Killian growls as he halts Emma’s movements to maneuver them so she is sprawled out on her back and he is hovering over her.

“How did you do that?” Emma giggles, a bit breathlessly from being pounced on. She doesn’t pause for an answer though before craning her neck to kiss him senseless. A lusty moan passes from her lips as Killian kisses her back, and she surrenders herself to the carnal nature in which he always satisfies her. It is quite erotic watching him as he licks, nips, caresses, and fills her, and soon she is coming hard, shamelessly calling out his name and praising his efforts.

Lying quietly in his arms, after he tells her how bloody amazing she is, Emma can’t help but wonder what it was that had him so turned on before he’d even opened his eyes. “What were you dreaming about this morning?”

Killian chuckles, and Emma knows he is either blushing or scratching behind his ear by the shy tone in his voice. “We were… eh… we were having a threesome.”

It’s Emma’s turn to giggle, “Naughty. And just who was in this threesome?”

“Us,” he states simply.

Emma looks up at him, wondering why she is having to spell out her question. “Well, yes, you and me, but who was our guest?” She’s surprised to see a bit of confusion in his features, before the dawning of realization crosses his face.

“Tell you what, love. If you can guess, I will confess.”

Emma squints her eyes at him, debating the choices. She decides to go for the obvious first. “Ruby?”

“The wolf?” Killian asks incredulously.

“Well… she is hot, and she’s always been very flirty with… everyone.”

“Not my type.”

Emma shifts her weight, leaning up on her elbow and facing Killian. She snaps her fingers and blurts out, “Belle!”

“You sound so sure of yourself with that guess. But that is also incorrect.”

“I was thinking maybe it was like a sexy dream and a revenge dream all in one,” she explains. Biting her lip she contemplates who else could be making an appearance in her husband’s dreams. Remembering an off-handed comment he’d made in regards to all the many blondes of this realm, she realizes who it must be. “Is it Tinkerbell?”

“Sweet lass, she is, but still a no.”

“Ashley? Elsa?”

“Also no.”

“Maybe you have a thing for redheads? Elsa’s sister, Anna? Mal? Mulan?” Emma continues on as her husband just smiles and shakes his head in the negative to all her suggestions. “Ursula?” She shudders as she asks about Cruella. But still he shakes his head no. Who else does that leave, she muses. “Aurora? Jasmine! Ooh, another redhead, Ariel!”

“You are so far from the answer love, I do not think you will be able to guess.”

Emma flops to her back and exhales loudly. Suddenly a thought occurs to her, and she thinks, despite the fact that she hasn’t felt an ounce of discomfort or jealousy while lazing with her true love, discussing his sex dream on a quiet Sunday morning, this next guess might actually change all that. “Regina,” she whispers.

“Not a chance!” he responds with thinly veiled offense.

“Oh, thank goodness,” she mutters. She rolls her eyes at him when he smirks at her. She knows that he knows that would’ve made her a bit green with- “Zelena! It is a redhead.”

“What is it with your assumption that this mystery guest has a better chance of being a redhead?”

“It’d be something different than me and…”

“Ah, yes, Milah. A redhead would be different than you or Milah. But who’s to say I haven’t had my fair share of the fiery redheaded lasses.”

She backhands his bare chest before shouting out, “Merida!”

“Your first hint is, not a redhead.”

“Damn,” Emma mutters, “Who else is there? Okay, I give up. Who is it?”

“That wasn’t the game, Swan. I said you guess, I’ll confess. I rather like this, it feels like a game. A game I am winning.”

“Well that would mean I am losing, and that’s not happening.” She closes her eyes trying to remember any other faces of Storybrooke who could be making an appearance in Killian’s dreams. As soon as the next choice hits her she is laughing out loud, even she has to admit, the two have quite the banter at times. “GRANNY!”

“What?” This time, Killian doesn’t hide the offense in his voice as he sits up and brings his hand to his heart as if she’s wounded him. “Are you bloody serious? She’s a lovely lady, and maybe in her hay-day, but no, it was not Granny.”

“Okay, okay, no need for theatrics. You know the old broad loves to flirt with you, if you had a little sexy dream about her it’d speak more to your ego being stroked than the plausibility of the matchup.”

“There will be no stroking of anything between me and Granny! Not even in dreams.”

Emma laughs loudly at his ridiculous declarations. “Calm down, babe.” Racking her brain, an idea so perverse rears its head and she is not sure she even wants to say it, but she wants to win. “It wasn’t…”

Killian looks at her with a raised eyebrow, nodding his head at her to continue.

“It wasn’t my mom was it?” She watches all the air deflate from his chest. “Indubitably and irrevocably a no, Swan.”

“What the fuck? There aren’t even any more women in Storybr-”

Killian’s grin widens as she pauses. “Have you finally figured it out?”

She sat bolt upright in bed, facing Killian. “It wasn’t a woman! Oh, this is too good!” she teases, eyes wide with glee. “Where should I even start? Was it-”

“Noooooo,” he draws out as he places a finger to her lips to quiet her. “Nope. No, it was not whoever you are about to guess. Stop right there. I don’t even want to hear your idea of this threesome. Not that I have anything against a threesome with two men and a woman, but I do not want to hear what man you think I might be sharing you with in my fantasy.”

She chuckles at Killian’s rambling, noting there is no anger in his voice. “Oh, it’s a fantasy now?”

“It was before you soiled it with all your incorrect guesses.”

“But, I’ve guessed every woman I can think of,” she whined.

“It was you, you daft woman!”

Emma sighs in exasperation, “Yes, we established that. You and me, who was the third part of the threesome?”

“Just you. Me, you, and another you. The same you, but two of you.”

Emma is immediately thrown back into the moment Hook had kissed her aboard the Jolly Roger, right before Killian had stormed in and knocked his other self out. How many times had she fantasized about that threesome? “Oh,” she murmured, slightly embarrassed and only a lot flattered.

“Oh, indeed,” Killian chuckled, leaning back against the headboard and pulling her close. “There is no other woman I dream about.”

“I don’t know why that choice didn’t cross my mind, especially given the number of times I’ve fantasized about having two of you.”

Is that so,” Killian asked running his tongue along his lower lip salaciously.

“Aye,” she giggled, “ever since our trip back in time where you knocked yourself out.”

“That version of me wouldn’t have known what to do with a woman like you, he wasn’t worthy.”

“Well then, it’s a good thing you’ve taught him some things over the years.”

“Aye, ‘tis. Now make me breakfast, wench!”

“In your dreams!”

“Allow me to show you about my dreams,” he growls as he pulls her on top of him.

“But there’s only one of me.” Emma presses her body to his and plants kisses along his jawline.

“You are all the woman I will ever want,” Killian utters as she begins to work her magic on him.

“Good.”

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ak47stylegirl · 4 years

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Sick Days - Chapter 6

Okay here it is, chapter 6! I had fun writing this chapter. Virgil really stepped up in this chapter, he was awesome! He really painted a picture with words :D I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 of fic

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Virgil pov

He smiled as their house came into sight, it was a real hidden beauty…The natural red timber exterior shined in the afternoon sun, highlighting the gardens, green with happy, lively plants. Then there were the beautiful stained glass windows that let in so much natural light and gave them the best view of the garden.

Scott's bedroom, as it was the master bedroom of the house, had two big stained glass doors that lead out onto a verandah that ran across the front of the house. Most of their bedrooms had a window facing the verandah, except Gordon's whose window faced the backyard.

Which they didn't really have because of how the house was positioned, their front yard was basically their main yard, but it was still pretty private as they did live on a little bit of acreage. The amount of land was nothing compared to the farm they used to live on with their parents, which had hectares of farmland.

Where here they only had one or two acres, which was more than enough for them if he's being honest. They were so lucky to live in a house like this because he'll be honest, when they were forced to sell their parents' farm, he didn't think they would be able to find a house with five bedrooms, let alone what they have gotten in this house…

A part of him likes to believe that it was their parents watching over them that got them to where they were now. Things weren't always easy, but nothing really is, and he likes to appreciate the gifts they have been given, savour them like sweet music.

Sure he misses the old farmhouse and all the memories that were made in that house, that old house would always be special to him and his brothers. But this new house they lived in now, it was a fresh start, and he loved it just as much as he did the old house, just differently...

"Hey, Gordon…" He glanced over at Gordon, who had zoned out into his little daydream of yellow submarines and sea life. "We're home…"

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He enters the house by the laundry as that was where the garage connected onto the house, his arms were piled high with grocery bags. Their own reusable shopping bags, of course. It was the year twenty sixty, people didn't use plastic bags of any kind anymore...

Their house was much longer than it was wide, a single hallway connecting all the rooms. At the very end of the house was their main living space, which was exactly opposite Scott's bedroom on the other side of the house.

Compared to the rest of the house, their living area was very open-planned. You could be in the kitchen and talk with someone in the lounge room with ease. The lounge room was also connected to the verandah by two big glass doors, similar to how Scott's bedroom was...

There were also a lot of windows in this room, making it feel very open and spacious as you could easily see out into the garden. They also had a wonderful stone fireplace that warmed the room so well on those cold winter nights, he spent a lot of time in this part of the house...

As they all did, truthful… he thought as he entered the living space, spotting Scott sitting at the kitchen's island counter, working on his tablet with a cup of steaming coffee sitting next to him. It was always flat white or espresso for Scott, who loved his strong coffee.

It was something they both shared, though his love of coffee could be called an addiction…

"Hey, Scott.." He smiled at his brother as he walked to the kitchen counter, placing the shopping bags down gently. He had taken the heaviest bags, leaving the lighter ones for Gordon to carry in.. (if the boy didn't already run off to avoid doing his homework that is…)

"Oh, hey, Virg!" Scott smiled at him, looking up from his tablet. "I didn't hear you drive in, I must have zoned out for a moment there..uh.." Scott frowned at him, his eyes narrowing in on his right cheek. "Um, Virgil? you do know you got a bit of oil on your left cheek, right?"

"Huh?" He blinked in surprise, rubbing his cheek with his hand and a bit of car oil came off onto his hand. "How did that get there?" he asked in bemusement before the realisation that he had been with Gordon for the last hour and the sneaky little kid hadn't said a word about it…

He went into public with car oil on his face… oh, that little sh- "Well...Never trust Gordon to tell you that you got oil on your face.." he chuckled softly as he shook his head. It really wasn't something worth getting mad over, it was just oil...

"That's a very good idea…" Scott chuckled softly as he leaned his elbows on the countertop. "How has your day been, other than the oil?"

He rolled his eyes at the tease, a small smile on his face as he started unpacking the groceries. Oh, he wasn't going to hear the end of that one for a while...

"It was pretty good actually…" he smiled as he placed the dry goods in the pantry, standing on his tippy toes to reach the top shelf. "I got to play around with one of those old-timey car engines, so that was definitely a highlight…"

"so...how has your day been?"

"It could have been better.." Scott sighed softly, his eyes glancing down the hallway at their bedrooms... or more specifically Alan's bedroom, whose door was slightly ajar...

He frowned softly, his gut knotting in worry for his littlest brother "How is he?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"He's sleeping right now…" Scott answered softly, rubbing his eyes tiredly, "the medicine I gave him knocked him out pretty good but…" Scott ran his hand through his hair, seeming pretty stressed by day's events "but he's really not well..."

Gordon chose that moment to join them, his arms piled high with grocery bags. You could barely see his head over them... At least he now knew the kid didn't ditch him…

"Hey, Scotty!" Gordon dropped the bags on to the kitchen counter, his voice loud in the otherwise quiet house. "What's up?!"

Scott's eyes narrowed, "Gordon, keep your voice down, Alan is sleeping..." Scott scolded lightly, frowning at the blond, "don't you have homework, kiddo?"

"Awww but I just got home.." Gordon pouted at Scott as he collapsed on the living room's couch, his feet hanging off the edge of the sofa as he grabbed the tv remote, "Can't it wait until later?"

He chuckled softly to himself, putting the cold food away in the fridge. Gordon was always the hardest to get working on his homework and in turn, made it hard to get Alan to work on his homework…

Though with Alan, he could just sit down with the kid and help him through his spelling words and times tables. Gordon, on the other hand, his homework was a bit more assignment based work or something the kid had to do himself.

So most of the time, he couldn't really help, though he would always try if Gordon asked for it…

Though a part of him was jumping with glee as he wasn't the only adult home this time, which meant it wasn't sorely his responsibility to get Gordon to start on his homework. He was glad to let Scott handle Gordon for a change...

Scott stands up with a frown, walking over to the sofa. "No, you'll forget to do it otherwise, Gordon.." Scott looked down at Gordon sternly, his arms crossed against his chest, "homework, now…"

"Bu-"

"I am not in the mood for this, Gordon.." Scott frowned, his eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at Gordon. "Homework. Now." A silent but deadly 'don't push me, young man..' was buried in that look.

Gordon blinked up at Scott, his eyes widening slightly, "Okay Sheesh, don't have to get all grumpy..." Gordon jumped up from the couch and disappeared into the hallway, going back to the garage to fetch his school bag.

At quite a speed, he might add...

"Oh, I wish I got that on camera.." he chuckled softly as he leaned on the kitchen counter, "I think you broke a record, I normally take me way longer to get him started on his homework…"

Gordon really should have known better than to try his normal tactics on Scott, especially with Scott stressed and worried about Alan…

Scott sighed, his shoulders losing some of their tension, "You just don't take no for an answer, Virg.." Scott smiled softly at him, walking back over to the kitchen counter. "It's not that hard…"

He smiled at his brother, "That's easy for you to say-"

"Virgie?" A little voice sniffled, drawing their attention to the hallway entrance, where a sick little boy in his pyjamas stood, A sleepy expression on his face as he rubbed at his leaky red nose. "Scotty?"

"Allie, what are you doing out of bed?"

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mymothershumility · 4 years

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“You deserve so much more than what you’ve been given.”

past transmissions || { always accepting }

{ Part 1 } & { Part 2 } & { Part 3 } & { Part 4 }

{ @neverflownwithme }

She doesn’t require the whispered murmurs of the maesters to know the cruel fate that has come upon her. In truth, Laira had known the very moment she had felt the pain splintering down through her.

She had known the moment she had seen the drops of blood growing along the stones of her balcony.

She had known the moment she had pulled her hands away from herself only to find them slick with dark blood.

The whispers are merely confirmation. Strange how they do not tug at her the way that the pitying looks of the Sand Snakes do. Sarella is the only one of them all who acts appropriately around her in the hours that follow. She speaks factually to her, telling her what is likely to follow in the coming hours and days.

It’s painful to hear.

All the same, it is preferred to the empty words and sorrowful apologies that are offered to her otherwise.

It is preferred to the vile words she continues to hear hissed in her mind.

‘He will want nothing to do with you now,’ the voice reminds, tone tormenting and maliciously gleeful. ‘Without your little bastard, you’re nothing. He is free of you.’

Sleep does not come to her, no matter how much she wishes it to. The voice makes sure of that. It taunts her, makes her relive the pain and the sorrow of her child being ripped from her in the dead of night.

More than once, she dissolves into fits of tears and pained screams.

More than once, in the midst of her sobs and her screams, she catches the glances that the Sand Snakes cast in her direction.

They look at her as if she is going mad.

Perhaps, she is.

‘The Targaryens have always danced too close to madness,’ the voice taunts.

It’s yet another cruel reminder.

Two short days –an eternity, in her eyes– after her loss, Princess Arianne broaches the subject of sending correspondence to her husband.

‘Let her,’ the voice whispers. ‘Let her send a raven to him. He will take the Baratheon girl to bed when he reads the contents. He will have a new queen to worship.’

In a way, such a thought nearly hurts her more than the physical loss she suffered just nights before. The thought of him rejoicing at her loss –their loss– nearly makes her dissolve into tears again… makes her stomach lurch. She nearly turns herself sick with the thought.

He would not be so cruel… would he?

Sleep comes to her seven days after she is stricken and five days after Princess Arianne broaches the subject of sending correspondence to her husband in the Stormlands. It comes some time in late afternoon, on the cusp of night. Her slumber brings her no peace, her dreams unsettling. She wants to wake herself… knows that she’s trapped in the nightmare that has started to bloom from the moment slumber came upon her.

For a time, her nightmares are nothing more than swirling darkness and the unrelenting sounds of voices. Slowly, the darkness begins to take shape.

The godswood of Winterfell forms around her, snow covered and dark. A familiar presence comes next, momentarily stills the panic and the fear that has been pulsing hot through her.

And, for a moment, the queen feels safe, delighting in the warmth that spreads along her back and the mouth that presses briefly to her temple. Such feelings are soon dashed, the feel of a hand closing about her throat making her panic. She goes still, too afraid to move, and attempts to calm the now frantic beating of her heart.

Her pulse only quickens when she feels the cold press of the tip of a blade pressing against her side. Tears sting hot in the corners of her eyes, realization beginning to settle over her.

‘What have I done?’ she hears herself ask, her voice strained. ‘What have I done to make you hate me so?’

The press of the blade lessens then retracts completely from her side. Her relief is short lived. A moment later, the blade returns, plunging and twisting deep into her side. She feels the blood long before she sees it, warmth spreading at her side and then running down over the curve of her hip and the length of her leg.

Her legs give out beneath her, the hand that had been wrapped about her throat releasing her as she tumbles down into the snow. There’s a dark pool of crimson growing out around her. It’s too familiar… too reminiscent of just days before when she’d lain in a different garden and suffered her child’s loss.

Boots crunch in the snow around her, form moving until it stands before her. Her vision blurs and though she cannot see the face of the one standing in front of her, she knows them.

She knows. The voice that comes is mere confirmation.

‘You deserve so much more than what you’ve been given.’

Her thoughts whirl. She wants to ask him why, wants to ask what she has done to make him despise her… wants to ask if this had been all part of some grand scheme. Had he always meant to do this? To kill her? Was he seeking revenge for Lyanna Stark? For his grandfather and uncle?

She wants to know why.

Her voice falls short. Blood gathers in the back of her throat and as she chokes on it, she sees nothing except for a lone crow perched upon a branch of Winterfell’s weirwood heart tree, its three red eyes blinking back at her.

Laira awakes with a scream, throwing herself forward in her bed. She finds herself disoriented, sight blinded by tears and limbs tangled in her sheets. She tumbles from her bed in her fright, falling in a heap upon the hard polished stone floors out beside her bed.

Her stomach churns, a result of the pounding in her head and the lasting images of her nightmare. She crawls out onto her balcony, body attempting to expel the contents of her stomach. She hasn’t eaten anything in days. There is nothing for her body to rid itself of. She dry heaves until her back and her middle ache just as much as her head. When it all finally stops, she huddles herself in the corner of her balcony, too exhausted to even pull herself back into her rooms.

Below her balcony, Laira hears the rumbling purr of Viserion. Movement comes and then her dragonmount is appearing in her line of vision, her head leaning over the stone railings of the balcony. The queen reaches a shaking hand for the dragoness, palm sweeping over heated scales.

“I am frightened,” she tells Viserion, her voice shaking as she speaks. “I am afraid. I am afraid he… he…” She trails off, unable to finish the statement. The thought lingers in her mind, though.

‘He will kill you,’ the voice whispers, barely contained glee coloring the words. ‘You have seen it. He is going to put his blade through you.’

Out among the trees within the garden, Laira hears the call of a crow. All at once, her head feels as though it is going to split open. She fears she may turn herself ill the pain is so much.

Viserion turns her head with an angry sounding growl, spitting flame into a nearby pear tree. The tree catches flame with ease. There is a final panicked crow’s call before everything goes quiet.

“This city is a sickness,” Viserion growls, her melodic voice clear. She returns her head to the balcony, molten eyes pools of gold in the bright moonlight overhead. “We should leave,” she tells her little golden dragoness. “I will keep us safe,” she vows. “I will take us somewhere our enemies will be unable to reach us.”

Laira wishes to argue. She does not believe any such place exists. Their enemies will find them. Have her dreams not already shown her that? No matter where she journeyed, they would find her.

The sounds of knocking at her apartment doors catches her attention, makes her heart pound roughly in her chest when she hears worried calls mingling with the knocks. One voice strikes her above all the others, makes fear burrow deeper into her heart.

No…

‘He has come,’ the voice growls to her. ‘You know what will come next.’

Hands reach out for her dragonmount, fingers curling about golden horns as Viserion urges her up onto the railing of her balcony and then onto her back. Laira thinks nothing more of what lies behind her. All she thinks of is the feel of the wind around her as Viserion presses forward with a sudden jolt and takes flight.

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