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wilblargh · 1 year
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pov: wil vents about his autism and hatered for the way lvl 1 autistics speak over him about his own struggles. (this post is a vent post, very clearly.)
i don't relate to autistic media bc majority of it is made by lvl 1 autistics who have struggles that seem mediocre to me. or like how autism is reduced to "hates big spoons" or shit like "haha cute uwu stimming" or the fact that majority of autistic media is 23 yr olds who managed to get through school n weren't diagnosed until their 20's. i don't see myself in any of that.
i never had the ability to mask. i've probably never masked a single fucking day in my life. i don't mimic people, i have zero fuckinn ability to learn social cues.
my meltdowns are explosive. i have to be physically restrained because when i have a meltdown i start hurting myself and throwing things and screaming. it's ugly n aggressive. i don't sob or shut myself off in a blanket fort.
hiccups trigger meltdowns IMMEDIATELY. there does not have to be any underlying build up or anything, nothing. hiccups trigger meltdowns immediately so i have had to learn how to suffocate them because if i don't make it go away i'll try to suffocate myself instead, throw shit or bash my head against the floor.
lvl 1 autistics talk about how they have like a minor meltdown when something changes and they were not ready for that. i honestly wish i was like that. i'm literally an example of "my way or the highway" because i can't handle sudden change for shit, i don't compromise if it's sudden because i have violent meltdowns right away and then someone else has to deal with whatever the change is. if something changes i have to be sat down and be told every single detail about the change and what it means, and if that doesn't happen then i shut down and can't do anything about the change at all.
i didn't make it through middleschool because of the environment causing constant meltdowns. i won't be able to finish school because of that, i won't be able to have a job at all because of that. i will never be able to drive a car or get my license.
i can't take care of myself either.
i have to have a set routine of what days i shower on bc if i don't then i don't shower at all. i don't brush my teeth. i can't put my laundry away so it just piles up, dishes pile up too. don't remember the last time i used a vaccuum, i don't mop the floors so everything's fucking dirty all the time. i rarely manage to make myself food.
i'm gonna need outside support my entire life because i can't do things.
and then. these lvl 1 autistics who'se struggles are just "hates big spoons" and "sometimes has a cry after something abrupt happens" tell me that i am not allowed to identify as low functioning because somehow that's "bad and wrong."
i can't fucking imagine how horrible lvl 3 autistics feel. i can't imagine how it must feel to have bad motor skills and intellectual disabilities or being completely mute 24/7 and have to need in-home care practically 24/7 and then go to autistic media for support and then see that it's all only lvl 1 autistics. if they try to talk about their struggles then lvl 1 autistics will take it and make it about their own struggles, they'll talk over and twist it so that it's something they can relate to. then they'll immediately separate themselves from autistics with intellectual disabilities w shit like "i'm autistic not stupid."
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hopeless-ro-simptic · 3 years
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Familiar Cerulean Eyes Part 2
Not sure if that name is going to stick but it’s what I’ve got for now. Also thank you so much? The reactions I got for part one literally made me want to cry. I’ve never posted my writings because I didn’t think that I would get any kind of response. When we hit 7 notes in the first hour I was beyond ecstatic and I thought that that would be it. But 150 notes later and I couldn’t wait to post part 2. Let me know what y’all think of this. I don’t know if I will get a part 3 out as quickly but I do plan to work on it.  
Click here for full list of other parts. Part 3
Slow burn, no smut in this part but maybe a spicy moment. 
Taglist:  @skzero-99 @superblyspeedydragon @jparra4587 @flyingowls @emrysaaryn @imuziawi @sheedaabee @peculiarinsomniac
Word Count: Just over 3 k 
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Dabi had left you alone for long enough to go get food that you had already scoured his entire room, searching for any way to escape. You had learned that even though the window looked like it could open at some point, it had been sealed shut somehow and you didn’t have the strength to open it. Other than the window, there were two doors in the room. One leading to a small bathroom complete with a tub/shower combo, the other being the door that lead out of the room but was unfortunately locked when Dabi left.
As for the room itself, all it held was a queen sized bed, well really it was a mattress on top of a box spring, with holes in the blankets and sheets that looked like burn marks and a singular pillow that looked like he had owned it for years it was so flat. A dresser that was scarce in the amount of clothing it had in it, seemingly like majority of it was dirty in the corner on the floor next to but not in the torn up laundry hamper, almost all of it black or a shade resembling. The black chair that sat in the opposite corner of the bed that again looked like it had seen better days. Oh and a cigarette tray that was filled to the brim and a fan that was perched on top of his dresser pointing towards the bed. That was about it. The walls were bare other than scorch marks and burns here and there, the blinds were dusty, and the wooden floor was cold and scratched like it had been well worn for several years, burn marks from stray cigarettes being put out.
The Omega in you hated it, they wanted to start cleaning and organizing to find warm cozy things to build a comfort nest out of. The rational part of you saw it as what it was, a hideout for a villain. Not a place to get comfy in. Still you couldn’t sit here and wait. It was driving you nuts.
You had just finished picking up the discarded cigarettes on the floor into a nice neat pile on his dresser and was moving towards putting his dirty laundry into the hamper when Dabi returned. Cautiously opening the door to see what you were doing, he slipped in before shutting it and locking it behind him, takeout food in his hands.
“Look at you, being a perfect little housewife.” The smirk that was ever present on his face was bigger than normal and you immediately dropped the t-shirt that you had been staring at, turning and looking at him, your cheeks heating up at being caught.
He glanced at the bloodied shirt on the floor that was covered in soot and burn marks like the rest of his clothes and he shrugged, placing the food down on the counter before turning to you.
“Part of the job babe.”
You scoffed, crossing your arms and pulling in on your self again. You couldn’t help the fact that your omega blushed at the nickname. You had never been spoken to like that. Ever. Even given the context you couldn’t help but squirm.
The smell of food made you take a step towards him though. You were starving and looking at what he had brought had your mouth watering. He had two different ramen bowls and a rice bowl to go with it. It looked like heaven. Not to mention a whole bag of other snacks to eat as well. You grabbed a water bottle from the bag, forgetting just how thirsty you were as you quickly drank almost half of the bottle in one swoop, hungrily looking between all the food.
“Take your pick princess, I’ll eat whatever you don’t want.” He gave you space to choose through everything, electing to drop back into his chair on the other side of the room, picking up the shirt you had dropped and tossing it into the hamper like he had just learned a new trick.
You quickly choose your preferred out of the options of ramen, leaving the snack bag alone for later. You might need it. Choosing to sit on the floor, against the bed rather than the bed itself so that you had a sturdy surface to put your food, you internally thanked yourself for picking up all the cigarettes.
You could feel his eyes on you, but you refused to look up as you quietly ate the food. It was a couple minutes before he got up and grabbed his own food, choosing instead to sit on the floor next to you than to return to his chair. His legs spread out in front of him, showing you just how long they were, how much bigger than you he was.  Your mouth was watering from not just the food anymore, his scent enveloping you from being this close. You briefly thought that he was probably pumping it out more just to get a reaction from you, but you refused to show it. You weren’t going to play this alpha’s game. You just needed to keep a level head until you could escape. You were just going to ignore him, just enough to stay on his good side, but not to attract further attention from him. You could do that, you had been playing a similar game for years.
“So are you going to tell me your name..? Unless you just want me to keep calling you princess?” You accidentally dropped a rice ball into your ramen, the hot broth splashing onto your hand causing you to flinch at the burn.
Dabi let out a soft hum, setting down his bowl and taking yours away before you could even protest. He took your hand into his own, wiping off the broth gently with a clean napkin that he had gotten from the takeout bag and examining the burn. You couldn’t help but watch him, entranced but how gentle he was being. It was hard to connect the fact that this man, this alpha, was a known murderer. He killed people. He was a known League of Villains member, and yet here you were, letting him kiss your hand like he was a crowned prince in a fairy tale waiting to whisk you away to a better life, his cerulean eyes latched onto your own, a teasing expression.
Your face was redder than it has ever been in your life, yanking your hand away from his grasp, clutching it against your chest like he burned you. What were you thinking? Why was he getting under you skin so easily? Sure, you didn’t have a lot of experience with alphas other than the Todoroki’s, and those that visited the house, but none of them acted like this! You scooted away from the alpha, trying to block the scent of him from your brain, trying to calm down. You weren’t sure why you were so flustered but you needed to breathe to get out of this situation and fast.
“C-can I take a shower?” You weren’t sure why you even asked. Maybe you were scared he wouldn’t let you or that he would try to follow you into the bathroom. But neither fear was necessary as he nodded his head towards the bathroom door, his eyes watching your every movement like a wild cat, a deep chuckle reverberating through the air.
“Do you want me to join you?”
“No thanks!” You jumped up and threw yourself into the bathroom, closing the door behind you and leaning against it, trying to calm yourself. You turned around, locking the bathroom door, hearing the alpha shuffle on the other side of it. He didn’t try the door knob though and you relaxed slightly, turning towards the rest of the bathroom you turned on the shower faucet, hesitating only a minute before stripping out of your soot covered clothes that you are noticing were definitely ruined.
You stepped into the shower, pulling closed the curtain just enough to not get water on the floor but enough that you could see the door still just in case. The only soap in the shower was a cheap alpha brand. You didn’t care at this point though. You just needed to be clean after everything that has happened. Maybe you could pretend it was Shoto or some other alpha that you were going to smell like. Maybe.. just maybe you could pretend it was Touya’s scent.
You huffed at your own stupidity. Why do you always think of him when you’re upset? He can’t just magically save you. He isn’t coming back. You don’t come back from that. You felt yourself slip down into a seated position, pulling your knees to your chest, your eyes going fuzzy as you tried to blink through the tears that suddenly threatened to spill out.
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“Y/N! Touya! Get back here!” You giggled as you heard Fuyumi’s voice ring out behind you, Touya’s bandaged fingers wrapped around your wrist pulling you behind him as he ran, his laughter spilling out. It was a Saturday, Endevor had patrol and instead of working on his training, Touya had decided to steal you away from his younger sister’s grasp.
The two of you had ran all the way through the garden in the back of the house, and hid behind a cluster of cherry blossom trees that were in full bloom. At the time you think you must have been 11 or so, him just a little bit older. He had pulled you down beside him onto the grass and covered your mouth with his hand to hid your giggles, holding a finger up to signal you to be quiet. You could hear Fuyumi run by, calling out your names searching for you both. Grumbling how it wasn’t fair that he took you while you were both playing princesses.
He finally let go of your face, a smile crossing his own as he looked at you’re winded, excited expression. He couldn’t help himself when he leaned over and kissed your cheek, just to see you blush.
“Touya!” You covered your face with your hands, feeling your cheeks glow red.
“What? Aren’t princes supposed to kiss the princess? Isn’t that the whole point? To bond with a pretty princess?”
“You think I’m pretty?” You couldn’t help but look up into his eyes, they were the prettiest things you had ever seen. The color of turquoise, perfect gem stones.
“I think you’re the prettiest.”  
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“Princess? Are you okay?” You heard a soft knock on the bathroom, barely audible over the sound of the water streaming down onto your body. You realized your scent had gone sour, the sadness creeping in without your permission. You needed to keep a lid on things. You turned off the water, and grabbed what seemed to be a clean towel, wrapping yourself in it, grabbing your dirty and tattered clothes to put them on.
“I put clean clothes outside the door if you want them.” Pausing, you frowned. Clean clothes would be nice. You hated being dirty. You took a deep breath, unlocking the door and waiting a second before opening it just enough to quickly grab the clothes before shutting it again, looking at what was offered.
A pair of grey sweats and a black hoodie, very similar to what he was wearing. Cautiously you took a whiff of the clothes, relaxing when you mostly smelled the laundry detergent over his scent. You didn’t want to be scented by him more than necessary. Just in case Shoto tracked you down. You wanted him to be able to recognize you. Not that this scent proof room would allow it.
You already smelled like the alpha’s soap though, quipped your Omega, and it smelled good.
You slipped the clothes on, ignoring your omega, all of it being way too baggy on you, especially the sweatpants, which you rolled up at the bottom so not to trip. The tie to tighten them around your waist was missing and you were pretty sure you were going to have to hold them up. Frowning at your clothes on the floor, even your bra and panties had been ruined. You didn’t know what to do with them, so you scooped them up in your arms and shuffled out of the bathroom, hugging them lightly.
You heard a low whistle and saw Dabi laying with his back on the bed, messing with a phone he held above him that you assumed was a burner, the mess from your meal was cleaned up and nowhere to be found, save for the bag of snacks that you had left. One of his legs bent and with his foot on the floor, the other up on the mattress.  His eyes had abandoned the screen in front of him and were trained on your swallowed form in his clothes. He couldn’t help but think how good you looked wearing his stuff, and after taking a whiff of the air he appreciated the fact that you smelled somewhat like him now, and not like that Todoroki brat. He made a mental note that you didn’t need your own clothes. You could just wear his all the time. Other than the fact that you looked uncomfortable holding up the sweat pants with one hand.
You fumbled with the bundle of clothes in your arms looking around the room for a place to settle. You wanted to curl up in bed and sleep until this was all over. But he was in the bed..
“Just toss your clothes in with mine, I’ll take care of them later.”
“No.” You were tired, you no longer wanted to deal with this alpha. You just wanted a nap, and a nest made out of your own things.
His eye brows lifted a look of intrigue settling across his expression. He sat up, eyes watching you. “No?”
You squirmed under his gaze, considering retreating to the bathroom where you could at least lock the door and be alone, but the bathroom was so small that if you wanted to lay down you would have to be in the bathtub. Which was already wet. You stood there awkwardly trying to decide which of the two you wanted to deal with more, a flirty psychotic killer, or a wet bathtub nest.
“Come here” Apparently the flirty psychotic killer won that one as before you even noticed it you were standing in front of him, him still sitting on the bed, both his feet on the ground now, legs spread to accommodate you, surrounded in his scent. Something about him had your omega waging her tail practically begging you to do things you would never even consider.
He reached his hand up like he was going to grab your face causing you to flinch, but instead his hand gripped one side of the pull tie for the hoodie, wrapping it around his wrist before yanking it harshly, pulling you forward against him slightly and pulling the tie all the way out of the hood. 
You reached up and pressed your hands onto his shoulders, dropping your bundle of clothes to the floor, to brace yourself, his eyes lighting up with amusement at your reaction. You wanted to pull away, but your omega refused. You were a deer trapped in headlights.  
His lidded eyes stayed on yours as his right hand that was holding the tie, slowly drifted down your body, his left sneaking out and gripping your hip to hold you in place. His right hand finally reached your hip, curving around the front of you, removing the waistband from your grasp causing your face to turn bright red, only for him to slip the end of the tie into the hold of the waistband, slowly sneaking his fingers around your waist, feeding the tie through, until finally it poked out the other hole in the front. He returned his left hand to your hip, his right gripping both ends of the tie, pausing to smirk widely at you, flashing his tongue ring before yanking harshly, pulling the waistband tight around your waist and effectively pulling you flush against him at the hip, nose to nose, your face tilted down just slightly too match eyes with him.
His scent was intoxicating. You were completely enveloped in it, and your omega was begging for him to scent you so it never left. And he was waiting for you to ask him oh so patiently. He could smell what he was doing to you, making him laugh internally that he was going to get his way quicker than he thought. Your omega reasoned that he was a strong and capable alpha. He had been nothing but nice to you since you woke up and he wasn’t forcing himself onto you like most of the alphas you had meet previously. He was being so kind and gentle and he smelled so damn good. Why can’t you just…
Because he’s a murderer? He kidnapped you? You have an Alpha? Oh and he’s a murderer!
You pulled yourself out of his grasp, releasing a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. Taking the tie out of his hand, he let the rope slide through his fingers, not making a move to stop you from leaving his presence, knowing that you would be back. You turned away, tying it into a bow snuggly against your waist so that the sweat pants stayed up on their own now. You took several calming deep breathes, trying to get your brain back in order. Not noticing when he reached down and snatched your panties off the floor, stuffing them into his pocket for later.
“Y/N” You barely whispered out. Your omega was still reaching out to him, trying to push you back into his arms. But you wouldn’t listen. Your brain was frazzled and you felt like the world was spinning.
“Hmm?” The soft hum behind you, made you shiver, wondering if he was going to reach out and touch you again. You wanted him to. God you wanted him to. He didn’t though. Just leaned back on the bed, using his hands to prop himself up, enjoying the view of your  backside as the inner turmoil raged in your head.
You snapped yourself out of it, clenching your fists as you crossed the room to the chair in the corner, curling up on it deciding it was as good a place as any to sleep. A soft mumble leaving your lips once more as you pulled the hood up and over your face, covering it completely from his sight other than the tip of your nose peaking out like a little mouse, the red of your blush noticeable from across the room. “My name… it’s Y/N.”  
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liamscxtt · 3 years
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a day in the life ; self para
when: thursday, august 28th
where: literally everywhere
nb: just a brief (long) narrative of what the typical day looks like for liam.
trigger warnings: homelessness, death and drug mentions, drug abuse
5:00am
there’s a moment when you first wake up when everything is just a haze. a moment when you forget who you are, what day it is -- all of your problems just don’t exist, for that moment. the moment only lasted a few seconds before the blaring sound of the alarms coming from the phone bring you back to the brutal aspects of reality. and yet, those were the best five seconds for liam.
groaning, he turned over and tapped on his screen, desperately trying to shut the alarm off; the bright screen burning his already sleep deprived eyes. he probably only got about three hours of sleep, if that. he was used to it at this point, and then there were days like today. days where he wanted to wither into the depths of his own self-loathing. 
he looked out the window to see the sun beginning to rise. a sky painted with shades of blues, purples, and oranges, almost like a messy yet somewhat neatly put together painting made by a middle schooler. there was something beautiful about waking up with the sun, parts of it that brought him peace. his sister loved watching the sunrise - she always went on and on about how sunrises were the true underdog; how mother nature picked it’s most beautiful mixture of colors for the sunrises, all because it took a special person to appreciate the beauty that came from it. he never really understood what she meant, until he was forced to watch the sun rise every single morning. and as always, she was right. sunsets had nothing against sunrises. 
these quiet mornings were the best part of liam’s day. the hours where he felt most connected to his sister and to himself. the hours he felt truly at peace. it was crazy to think that liam’s favorite time of the day was between 5:00am and 6:30am. 
he turned on his car to play youtube on his aux before climbing out of his vehicle. the sweet melody’s of the soft pitched tunes filled his car and the immediate area surrounding it, and a smile creeped on his face as one of her favorite songs began playing in the background. he wasn’t religious, but there was a part of him that truly found strength in knowing that his sister wasn’t far away. 
he rolled up the worn down mattress topper, collected his pillow and blanket in one hand. he broke down his bed as he pushed the backseat of his 2006 ford escape upright and neatly tucked his belongings into his trunk. 
5:30am
he pulled into the vacant parking lot of the soulstice gym. the gym was set to open in a half hour; luckily for him, there weren’t many college students that would dare to wake up at the crack of dawn just to work out. he stuffed everything he needed to get ready for the day into a duffle bag; shower supplies, and a clean outfit. he desperately needed to do laundry, and he needed to get food...but pay day wasn’t until next week. he was gonna have to find cash, and find it quick - maybe he’ll just pick up another shift at the bar. he practically lived at that place now.
his footsteps echoed through as he walked through the empty fitness center; not even the cleaners had arrived for their early morning shift. he quickly hopped into the showers and get ready for the day. lord knows he needed to wash the dirt and sins that painted his skin from the previous nights festivities. he couldn’t even recall what exactly happened, and that was both a blessing and a curse. it was shortly after he turned on all the lights and greeted the early morning cleaners, jimmy and george. 
“good morning, son!” greeted george. 
“mornin’, will.” jimmy greeted shortly after. 
jimmy and george worked closely together, and were usually gone for the day 2pm; and yet, liam knew the guys quite well. 
jimmy is in his early-forties, married with two children. he worked two full time jobs to get his children through school. his son played division II baseball at a school somewhere in the midwest, and is majoring in sports education. he wants to be a gym teacher. his daughter is studying to be a nurse at monarch. she aspires to work in women’s health. jimmy always spoke so highly of them two. 
george is in his mid-sixties, but is still kicking it like he’s twenty. he’s also married with children and even grandchildren, but his story is more tragic. he’s a retired firefighter, who is still working a full time job because his pension wasn’t enough to make ends meet. can’t make ends meet. his only daughter passed away at a young age - drug overdose, he says. his only son is constantly in and out of jail for drug charges - leaving george and his wife to take care and raise their two grandchildren, layla and michael. layla is 14 and is getting ready to start high school. she loves to play volleyball, and apparently is a natural. michael is 9 and is getting ready to start fourth grade. he love cars, spider man, legos, sonic, and baseball cards. he wants to be a youtube gamer when he grows up. liam didn’t know the kid, but he thought he was fucking awesome. 
two completely different stories, and yet liam believed that those two men deserved the world and then some.
“what’s up, guys?” liam greeted with a smile as he filled up his metal water bottle at the nearest filling station. “when are the kids set to go back, george?”
“this coming monday. mikey’s already complaining how he doesn’t need school to be a youtuber. apparently he’s ‘done his research’.” the comment makes both liam and jimmy laugh. 
“tell the little man to put that energy into a sport, or a trade. i need a new mechanic.” jim jested, once again causing the other two to laugh. “what about you, will? getting ready to start the semester back up? gabby is already stressing because some of her professors already posted the syllabus.” 
“shit, i haven’t even gotten my textbooks yet. i might have to join mikey with this whole youtuber plan and hope for the best.” liam said with a nervous chuckle. he almost had completely forgotten about the upcoming semester approaching. 
to quickly divert the question away from him, he spoke once more. “say, george. i found a few baseball cards at the bar the other night. remind me to bring them in for you.” 
“you’ll make that boys entire week. maybe i’ll use that to bribe him to go to school.” 
jimmy just smiled. “you’re a good kid, scotty boy. never change.” 
2:30pm
it had only been a half hour since liam clocked out from his morning job, and he quickly made his way over to the library. the mention of school that morning brought liam into a panic. he grabbed a spot at one of desks in the computer station, powering on the device and pulling out his notebook. luckily enough, most of the textbooks he needed the library had available. leaving his stuff behind, he went to go fetched them. 
he already had mastered the technique of not having his own textbooks. every week, he would go and scan all of the chapters he needed for each and every class. luckily, monarch offered free scanning and printing. he made small talk with the librarian that sat at the desk nearby as he printed out at least three weeks worth of chapters for each of his classes. 
he sat down once more, and took the time to put the pile of papers neatly into his binder. it was time to start planning. 
6:30pm
now it was time to work his night time job, mars bar. he was working with adrian tonight, so he knew it wouldn’t be that bad.
his stomach had been grumbling half way through his shift. he hadn’t eaten anything all day. but he continued to push through. he had to, at least until pay day. he continued to chug water; if his stomach was full of water, his body didn’t have time to remind him that it needed some sort of nutrients. he was a master manipulator when it came to his own body now. 
1:00am
the rounded out the tips that he received from his customers. it was a good night, and luckily enough he would be able to do laundry the next day. his body was tired, though; aching from the lack of sleep and abuse his body endured from the festivities. he felt like he could sleep for an entire month, and then some. 
he drove around for a bit after his shift, a thing he did as he needed to both unwind and find a somewhat safe space to park his car. university police were patrolling the parking lots that night, which immediately told him not to park there. he couldn’t park in greek row - too many people he knew by this point. he was left to park in a nearby park, in a nearby neighborhood. he found himself saying a small prayer that nobody would mess with him that night. 
he lit up a joint once he found his place, feeling the smoke fill his lungs as he listened to the calming music that played on the radio. ed sheeran was playing, a song from his multiply album. it was one of his and his sister’s favorite albums. that’s the one thing they shared in common, their taste in music. but she was more pop in a sense, and he was more edgy. but still, the music brought him comfort.
he got his bed ready; a mattress topper, paired with a pillow and a blanket. he made himself comfortable and looked at his phone, just to see he missed a text from his mother at 10:45pm.
hi honey! spoke with your aunt today, and we’re making plans for christmas. did your father reach out to you? let me know what plans he has set. i’ll arrange my trip around your plans. 
i hope you had a great day! i love you! ❤️
her message was followed by a bitmoji image of her holding a huge heart. and he smiled. 
i haven’t spoken to him all week, but i’ll reach out tomorrow and let you know. i’ll call you tomorrow. love you ❤️
there was a huge part of him that wanted to call her now, that wanted to tell her he had been struggling both physically and mentally...but then he remembered the damage and the financial burden his injury left. it ruined his family. he ruined his family. and just as he was about to press call, he let out a frustrated sigh before locking his phone and tossing it not too far away from him, rolling over to attempt to get some sort of rest.
just to do the same thing. all. over. again.
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dxlanwrites · 6 years
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“Old Roots” .2 (G.D)
A/N: Tweaked it a bit so it flows better. Its lengthy so be prepared. Also not edited and she was difficult and not uploading so what you have is what you'll get. Enjoy. 
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The steam that slowly poured out of the bathroom gave the room a new sense of warmth and the soothing sound of running water had caused my heavy eyelids to lift open. Stretching my achy bones and stiff muscles, I let out a loud obnoxious yawn. A deep laugh entered the air making me snap my head to the right. A small smile spread across Graysons lips as he took in the sight of me in his bed. Taking a second to take in his morning appearance, I saw that his hair which was in need of a cut soon was messily tossed around on top of his head and his cheeks were slightly puffy. He had a few light red indention on his bare chest from the position he must of fallen asleep in. Propping myself up on my elbows, I left out another yawn allowing my head to fall forward a little in the process. Looking down and taking in my current state, I gasped and pulled the blanket closer to my chest. 
“Where the fuck is my shirt?” I whispered yelled towards Graysons direction.
“You took it off last night along with your pants because you said and I quote ‘clothes are for losers’.” He said smiling ear to ear as he pulled out a pair of shorts from his dresser and walked towards the bathroom. Looking around the room which looked suspiciously clean, I didn’t see my clothes anywhere
“They’re in the washer. Its laundry day.” He said as he closed the door to the bathroom. 
“What? Why the hell did you think it was okay to wash my clothes? Who does that?” I said loudly as I pushed the covers off of me. I got no reply except for the sound of music blasting behind the door. Goosebumps soon began to form on my skin due to the sudden drop in temperature when he closed the bathroom door. 
“Fine. Keep them..” I mumbled to myself as I looked around the room for items of his clothing I could take so I could leave already. Quickly walked across the cold hardwood floor to his closet, I skimmed the various shelves and racks. One I realized nothing in here would actually fit me or come close to it, I grabbed a grab a random pair of draw string black sweat pants and a t-shirt. After pulling the shirt over my head, something quickly caught my eyes. Rolled up in a ball on a shelf near the top sat a neatly folded dark blue sweatshirt. Shakily reaching my arm out I took a hold of the still soft bundle. The shredded blue fabric in my hands would look like just another normal blue sweatshirt that needed to be thrown away but it was so much more than that. Gliding my fingers of the rips and holes, I could feel the memories that were woven inside of the fabric come alive like they were just yesterday. Shaking the thoughts away I carefully placed the sweatshirt back where it originally was and walked back into the bedroom. After a moment of searching for my boots, I found them sitting next to Graysons desk with my keys and wallet tucked into them. Tugging them on and lacing them up, I stood up and headed for the door. Stopping shortly at his foot body length mirror I quickly took in my appearance. The bags under my eyes were alittle more prominent then normal but not terribly noticeable, my bed head wasnt that bad thankfully so a quick run of my fingers through it would do the trick. Sighing I opened the door and stepped out, turning around to quietly close the door back up I gazed around Graysons bedroom. Anger and disappointment washed through me as I thought about last nights events. What really got to me the most was how comfortable and relaxed I felt waking up and how I continued to feel comfortable here. And I hated it. I hated how I didn’t even think twice this morning when I woke up in Graysons bed or how I slept basically naked next to him. I hated that no matter how hard I tried to resist, I felt like I was home. A small frown on my face appeared and deepened as I closed the door with a quiet click. Walking down the stairs quietly and quickly so I wouldn't alert anyone I rushed towards the door. 
"Skipping out on breakfast?" Ethans voice asked from behind me startling.
"Yep." I said dryly.
"C'mon don't leave so quickly. Sit, eat with us. I missed you kid." Ethan's said. Turning on my heel I turned to face the morning version of Ethan. The smiley happy energetic morning person he was and only dressed in a pair of plaid pajama pants. 
"Do you guys ever wear clothes?" I joked lightly as I crossed my arms.
"Nope. Your staying for at lease breakfast. Come on." He said grabbing my arm lightly and dragging me to the kitchen.
"How about y/n's famous breakfast?" Ethan asked as he hopped up on the counter top.
“You wish.” I said.
"I do wish. And I always get what I wish for." He said jumping down and walking over towards the fridge grabbing a carton of eggs and a pack of bacon.
"Please. No one here can cook like you. They always over cook the bacon or the eggs come out wrong." Ethan pouted. Glaring at him for a minute I reluctantly grabbed the food and walked over to the stove.
“YES! Half of y/n’s famous breakfast!” He yelled out excitedly as I grabbed the pans.
"You owe me Dolan." I snapped back.
10 minutes later the kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly cooker bacon. My stomach loudly growled as I placed the finished products on two large plates. As soon as I finished Tyler and Russell came rolling into the kitchen grabbing a plate and started taking food.
“How come whenever there’s food involved you two bozos just so happen to show up?” I asked placing a hand on my hip. 
“It’s our 6th sense.” They said at the same time causing everyone to laugh, even me. Grabbing a small plate, I loaded it with some food in hopes of finishing it fast. As everything died down and everyone settled down to eat Grayson walked into the kitchen. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white shirt with the sleeve’s cut off. 
“Damn something smells good.” He said as he reached the two large plates with eggs and bacon.
“Y/N cooked breakfast for us.” Ethan said with a mouth full of toast and eggs.
“Just like the good old days.” Russell added in as he got up for seconds. I felt Graysons eyes on me but I kept myself focused on my food. Russ soon diverted his attention off of me and onto him as he asked Grayson if he wanted a plate. He didn’t say anything but grabbed the clean plate next to me and began piling food on. The few people that were here earlier enjoying their morning had left once Grayson appeared, leaving the 4 of us to an awkward silence that quickly fell over the kitchen as we all ate. After finishing pretty quickly I walked to the sink and placed the plate inside. Turing on the tap I began rinsing my plate, a force of habit, when the front door swung open.
“Did you guys order breakfast and not tell me?” Haileys whiny voice called out. Inwardly groaning I began to wash faster so I could get the hell out of here already. Boy did something about her just aggravate me. 
“Nah, y/n/n cooked.” Ethan said. Getting up and pouring himself a drink then jumping up to sit on the countertop picking at the last pieces of bacon left on the plate. 
“But man do I wish we could of had her infamous french toast.” Tyler said dramatically gazing off into the distance.
“Its literally bread, eggs, cinnamon and vanilla.” I said turning around to Tyler. 
“But baby yours is the best." He exclaimed. A smile passed by my lips even though I tried to hold it back.
“Oh that’s Y/N/N, I thought she left last night after her little freak out.” She said a little too loudly, purposelessly for me to hear. I straightened up slightly from her comment that happened to just rubs me the wrong way. Just when I was about to turn around, I was stopped by Ethans hard chest pressing up against my backside holding me in place. 
“Not worth it.” He said whisperer quietly into my ear. Taking a deep breath, I leaned back into his chest instinctively and nodded. Yeah he’s probably right but she better keep her damn comments to herself. 
“E?” I said. He hummed in response and leaned his chin on my shoulder. “Personal space.” I softly laughed out. 
“Nah your warm.” He said wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me closer. His right hand began to lightly tickle my side which made me spaz out and push myself from his grasp. 
“Don’t.” I warned him.
“Don’t what?” He said taking a step towards me with a smirk on his face. 
“Ethan, Im serious.” I sternly said alittle louder this time catching everyones attention. 
“Ethan im serious.” He mocked me. 
“Im not kidding Dolan.” I said taking a small step back. 
“You still fast or did you leave that behind as well?” He asked just as he leaped forwards at me. Letting out a loud squeal I quickly turned around and sprinted out of the kitchen. 
“Why does this always happen to me?” I yelled as I ran for my life around the corner. Ethan laughed out from behind me as well as the guys in the kitchen. Reaching the living room as I leaped over the small glass table and made a beeline back to the kitchen.
“That was dangerous women!” Ethan yelled as he followed me. 
"Im a dangerous women!" I yelled back. Just as I was about to make it passed the stairs and enter the small dining room, he grabbed the hem of my shirt yanking me back into him as he lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder. 
“No! Ethan put me down!” I yelled as I quickly thrashed in his arms. He just laughed at my freakout as he walked towards the kitchen. 
“Put me down! Put me down!” I yelled out again only this time panic was laced in my voice. My anxiety was beginning to kick in as I felt my breathes shorten. As much as I plead he still held me over his shoulder so I did the only thing that I thought would work.
“GRAYS-” Before I could finish yelling, I was pulled off of Ethans shoulder and brought into a warm chest where I desperately clunged onto the shirt of my savior.
“What the fuck man? Didn’t you hear her say to let her down!” He yelled at Ethan as one hand rubbed my back. 
“Bro I was just playing.” Ethan defended himself. Grayson mumbled a whatever then bent down alittle to grasp the back of my thighs and lift me up to him so now my legs were wrapped securely around him waist.  I didn't even bother to protests at this sudden position instead I simply held him closer hiding my face in the crook of his neck. He walked us out the front door but not before I could hear several footsteps rush over to see what was happening. When we finally got outside, he carefully sat down on the front porch steps with me in his lap. He tried to pull me away from his chest slightly, only to have me wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tighter. 
“Hey, It’s okay. It’s okay. He didn’t know. Just breathe baby. Breathe with me.” He said softly as he took deeper breathes and rubbed my back. A couple minutes later our breathing was insynce at a normal pace and my grip loosened up. 
“I haven’t had an attack in 4 years.” I said as I leaned my forehead against his shoulder and wrapped my arms around my torso. The front door creaked opened and closed as a pair of footsteps neared us. 
“Hey.” Ethan said awkwardly as he sat next to Grayson. I turned my head slightly in his direction and gave him a small smile. 
“Y/N, im sorry. I didnt know you didn’t like getting picked up so much.” He said apologetically.
“It’s okay E. It’s not that I don’t like getting picked up, it’s just that I don’t like being thrown over someone’s shoulder.” I said laying my head back onto Grays shoulder. Ethan frowned his eyebrows together in confusion but didnt say anything.
“Marcus.” Graysons hard voice replied as he tightened his grip on me.
“Fuck y/n. Im so sorry.” Ethan said placing a caring hand on top of mine.
“It’s okay E, really. You didn’t know.” I said giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. The three of us remained quiet as we enjoyed basking in the warmth the sun brought us and listened to the sounds spring had to offer. After a few minutes passed I awkwardly sat up in Grays lap and tried to stand up but was held down by his arm. Staring down at him confused, I was met with a dazed gaze from him. A look I knew to well, his in deep thought look. Sighing I ran a hand through my hand and sat down in my previous spot. I was tense and uncomfortable now that I was aware of the position we were in but Gray didn't seemed as bothered, he just wrapped a lazy arm around my waist and placed his chin on my shoulder. A few moments later I began to relax and actually enjoy his embrace but would never admit that to myself.
"Let's head inside." Ethan spoke breaking the comfortable silence we all fell into.
"Yeah I should get going." I said staring off into the distance.
"Stay. For alittle longer." Ethan begged. In the corner of my eye I could see Grayson staring at me curiously. Focusing back onto Ethan I noticed his little pouty lip he had going on and his puppy dog eyes in action. Maybe it was the weird comfort ability I refound in the boys or the fact that I actually missed them that made me silently agree. Quickly passing a glance at Grayson he had a questionable look on his face, joy maybe? Walking back into the house I noticed how quiet it really was, like they were all waiting for us. Entering the living room Hailey rose fast from her seat and bombarded Grayson as soon as he came into eye contact. Ignoring them and walking over to the couch, I took a seat in my spot. Ethan plopped down next to me as he threw his hands onto the back of the couch allowing me to slide into his side. The two love birds made there way over to the rest of us then Grayson noticed Ethans position and stared him down. Ethan quickly got the hint and got up with a grunt as Grayson took the open seat next to me, leaving little to no space between us.
“Seriously what’s with you and your brother and not understanding personal space.” I said shoving him lightly. He threw his head back slightly as he laughed then tilted his head towards me flashing a smile that made my heart clench. I missed that smile. The sound of someone clearing their throat made us break eye contact and look up.
“Your in my seat.” Hailey said smirking down at me.
"Your seat?” I asked looking at her like she grew three heads.
“Yes. Now move.” She said making a shooing motion with her hand.
“Excuse me?” I replied back shifting positions so I was facing her better.
“Are you stupid or something? I said move.” She said annoyed.
“Hail. Just sit here.” Grayson said patting the other spot next to him.
“Yeah Hail sit there.” I said leaning back into my spot.
“No this is my spot. That’s my boyfriend your so pathetically clinging to. And this is my house. So move.” She said getting frustrated that I wasn’t budging. I took a quick glance at Grayson who was now looking at the television but I knew his attention was focused on us and not on whatever movie was playing. A small twitch in his lip also gave away how he enjoyed me not backing down.
"Grayy." Hailey whined.
“Just sit down somewhere else already.” He said looking at her then back at the TV. 
“Why aren’t you making her move? That’s my spot!” She said stomping her foot and raising her voice. Grayson snapped his head in her direction as a hard expression mirrored his face.
“Stop acting like a fucking child and sit down. She was there first.” He said sternly while grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the spot next to him. I tried to hold my smirk back but I just couldn’t. 
“Stop smiling.” She said shooting daggers at me. I rolled my eyes at her and focused my attention on Tyler and Ethan who were arm wrestling next to me. After a few rounds Tyler won which caused him to quickly  get tackled by Ethan onto the floor as he show him his ‘real strength’. 
"Are those your clothes?” I heard Hailey quietly ask Grayson. He just hushed her and watched the movie. I hadn’t even noticed I had leaned so far into his side until I was about to jump onto the wrestling boys but was held down by arm around my waist.
“What the-.” I said as I began to move his arm off of me. 
"Let go." I said.
“No. You’ll get hurt.” He said not looking at me. Raising an eyebrow at him I pushed his arm away again.
"Your point? Why does it matter to you?" I said slightly angry at how he was acting. 
"Don't be a child." He said.
"Then don't act like my father." I snapped finally prying his arm off of me.
“And how would you know how a father acts like? Didn’t yours disown you and never talked to you again. I mean I would of done that a lot earlier instead of waiting around for you to get pregnant.” Hailey said laughing slightly.
“What the fuck did you say? What the hells your problem?” I snapped at her. She said nothing as she smiled leaning into Grays tense chest.
“No repeat what you said bitch. If you had the balls to say it the first time then you must have them to repeat it again..” I spoke calmly which made everyone in the room go quiet and tense up. Hailey didn’t say anything but just stayed there smiling at me which made my blood boil more.
“Must suck right. To have your parents that hate you and look at you with disgust only for you to lose the baby in the end. So pathetic.” She laughed out. As soon as the last word left her mouth I flung myself onto her. Tightly gripped her throat, I shoved her onto the ground pinning her down underneath me. In a split second I was ripped off of her and held back.
“You don’t fucking know shit. So keep your damn mouth shut before I break your goddamn jaw.” I yelled at her. She slowly rose coughing in the process as she held her neck.
“Pathetic. Like I said. You don’t even belong here so leave already. If you haven’t noticed you were replaced the second you left. And nobody missed you.” She said. Ethan was about to say something but I interrupted him before he had the chance.
“No let her continue. I wanna hear what her big mouth has to say.” I said as I stuggled to get out of his tight grip. Hailey laughed and walked up to Grayson who was as stiff as a plank of wood. 
“Let’s leave baby.” She cooed disgustingly in his ear but Gray didn’t move instead he kept his eyes on me. “Gray c'mon lets go.” She said more sternly and pulled his arm slightly.
“You’re seriously mental if you think he’d go anywhere with you now. Damn, if I was you I wouldn’t even want to be that close to him right now.” I sneered keeping his eye contact as I talked to Hailey. She narrowed her eyes at me and Gray then tugged his arm again.
“Low fucking move bringing up my past but wanna know a secret? It wasn’t just my past you brought up with that little comment of yours.” I said staring directly at her. Ethan chose the perfect moment to relaxed his grip just enough for me to pull my arms away allowing me to zip towards her as she hid slighty behind Grayson who only side stepped away so I could stand directly infront of her.
“Why do you think he didn’t grab me off of you and Ethan had to? Why didnt he interfere if your his girlfriend? For starters you mentioned his fucking son in a very bad fucking way. Our son. I could just kill you right now but your so not worth my time. Second your not his girlfriend. You never were, never will be. You were just another play thing that was kept around for too long. Hell, he doesn’t even let you in his room. What kind of boyfriend does that? Wanna know something? I was in his room last night even slept in his bed with him.” I said alittle too prouldy for my liking.
“She was in your room?” She looked up at Grayson in shock. He didn’t even bother to look at her when he nodded.
"Wow. Couldn’t even keep your legs closed long enough for one night and had to go and fuck someone who isn’t yours. Probably fucked Ethan too.” She said. 
“Oh honey Grayson is mine. He will always be mine." I growled closing any space between me and Hailey.
"And if me and him did fuck last night you would of definitely heard it. God it’s just so difficult to keep quiet when he uses that skilled tongue of his or when he pounds me mercilessly. Fuck. Just thinking about it gets me all wet. Gray, baby, wanna go upstairs and have alittle fun.” I said smirking down at her as I ran a hand down Graysons chest. That seemed to be the last straw and set her off just as I planned. A lady never swings first. She pushed me backwards harshly then tired to throw a punch but failed when Grayson caught it mid air. 
“You were wrong when you said I was replaced as soon as I left, cause honey no body replaces me, especially not you. But you were right when you said I dont belong here, but then again there’s no place like home. Now get the fuck out of my house.” I said taking a step towards her. She looked between Grayson and I with big eyes of disbelief and anger.
“You heard her. Get out.” Grayson said with no emotion left in his voice. She then pulled her hand out of Graysons grip only to slap me across the face with her other hand. Grabbing my face stinging cheek, I felt it heat up under my touch. I could hear the guys behind me hold their breath as they awaited my next move.
“Oh you stupid bitch. Wrong fucking move.” I spat out as I pulled my arm back and threw my clenched fist forward slamming right into her nose. Blood started gushing out as soon as my knuckles left her skin. Grabbing the back of her neck I walked towards the front door. Throwing her into the door and pinning her agaisnt it I leaned in and whispered into her ear.
“I tried to be nothing but civil with you but my patience can only go so far. And Im one bitch you do not want to mess with." I said pulling her hair so she had to crane her neck back. Grabbing the back of her neck harshly again, I pulled her off the door as I swung it open throwing her out onto the porch in the process.
"Now get your ass off my porch, I don’t want your blood staining the wood. Oh and stay the fuck away from my family and my man.” I said slamming and locking the door. My adrenaline was pumping quickly threw my veins, a feeling I haven't felt in years. A feeling I have always feared but always loved, nothing good ever came from my bad side and I worked so hard to surpress it all these year that this one little slip up was not going to set me back. Turning around slowly everyone was silently  staring at me in disbelief except Grayson. He was standing there with a smirk plastered on his stupid face.
"You said your house. You also called me yours.” He said quietly as he approached me stopping dangerously close. My heart was beating so hard I would of thought he would be able to feel it just standing there. 
“Yeah I did. Don't look too much into it.” I said pushing past him and towards the stairs so I could be sit alone to relax. I felt him follow me just as a warm hand wrapped around my wrist causing me to spin around as I was pinned up agaisnt the wall.
“About fucking time.” Grayson said as he crashed his lips onto mine. It took me a second to register what was happening but my lips were already in motion kissing him back trying to deepen it. Hesitantly wrapping my arms around his neck I slowly threading my fingers through his hair pulling him closer. It just felt so right but it was bad. He was bad, for me. He smoothly slide one arm my waist as the other securely held the side of my neck making sure I couldn’t pull away. Our lips soon moved insynce as our tongue’s danced together. We poured every goddamn emotion into each kiss, 4 years of pumped up anger, pain and love just flowed out. When we finally pulled away to breathe, Grayson simply did not stop. Leaving soft gentle kisses down my jaw line and onto my neck he began grazing his tongue over my skin with every kiss. Biting gently and sucking my skin leaving marks to form to show who I belonged to. He bite gently into my sweet spot right where my neck met my collar bone causing me to let out a breathless moan and cling onto him even more. I moaned out again as his free hand made contact with my skin as it roamed slightly upwards under the sweatshirt leaving goosebumps in its wake. 
 “God I missed you. So fucking much.” He mumbled agaisnt my skin slowly pulling away to look at me. His eyes held so much emotion in them that I could slowly feel myself slip fall back in love with him. Leaning forward I placed a soft kiss on his swollen lips.
“I missed you too, but-” I said but was interrupted by another kiss. 
“No buts. I want to enjoy this before reality comes crashing back down.” He said softly burying his face in the crook of my neck once again placing soft kisses and holding me close. Pulling him closer to me and mimicking his actions, we stood there enjoying eachothers company. My mind was yelling at me to stop and run but my heart was telling me to hold him and never let go. I went to move away when I accidentally brushed my bruised knuckles agaisnt the fabric of his shirt causing me to hiss out in pain. He pulled back slightly when he heard me and grabbed my hand. 
“My babys a bad ass. Yah know it was always a turn on when you get all fired up.” He said smirking. Rolling my eyes at him, he grabbed my good hand intertwined our fingers and walked to the kitchen to grab an ice pack. "
I haven't punched anyone in a long time. Forgot how it felt." I said looking down at my red knuckles.
"Forgot? You? Good one." He said grabbing a zip lock bag filled with ice from the freezer. 
"Shut up." I snapped but had a soft smile threatening to form.
"I've seen you throw harder punches then that and not get a scratch. You've gone soft." He said as we walked to where the guys were. 
 “That bitch got what she deserved.” Russell said as we walked back into the living room. 
“Yeah. And I for one missed you alot when you left.” Tyler said.
 “Yeah cause you couldn’t stare at her ass anymore.” Russell added in rolling his eyes. 
“Yeah….” Tyler joked which earned a glare from Grayson as we sat down, making me smirk. 
“YAY! The gangs back together!” Ethan yelled. 
“Shut up.” We all said insynce.
 “Rude.” Ethan said putting a hand on his chest acting offended as he sat down. Leaning into Grays side comfortably I rested my head on his shoulder. Peering around the room to just us 5 laughing and talking, it felt like deja vu. It seemed like all my hard work to leave here and make a name for myself was just a dream and this was my reality. Sighing I leaned my head back and close my eyes, I need to leave soon before I won't be able to. 
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visnjicpreston: Make Me Yours [Part Two] A Garcy Fic Lucy stretched awake, the sun already peeking...
Make Me Yours [Part Two]
A Garcy Fic
Lucy stretched awake, the sun already peeking through the small plexiglass windows of Garcia’s room. She had slept in. Garcia himself was notably absent, and she was once again under the blanket, telling her that he was already up to get coffee and shower. She wondered if he had tucked her in or if she had found the blanket in her sleep.
She sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes and yawning. She would need coffee to if she was going to stay awake all day today. She hoped there wouldn’t be a mission. Let Emma be convenient for once.
She trudged out into the common area, following the scent of coffee. Wyatt was pouring himself a mug. and poured a second when he saw her.
“Thanks.” The warm ceramic felt good on her fingers, and the coffee felt better going down.
“Are you okay?” Wyatt asked tentatively. “I mean, from last night.”
The question caught her mid gulp of coffee. She swallowed and wiped her mouth. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bad dream. I didn’t mean to worry you all.” He was avoiding her eyes.
“ I woke up this morning and you weren’t on the couch so I figured you were with Flynn. I just wanted to make sure you.” There wasn’t necessarily malice in his voice. Just concern, and maybe a little jealousy. Lucy suddenly remembered kissing Garcia. Wyatt rubbed the back of his neck. “I knew you were mad at him so I thought maybe,” he interrupted himself mid sentence to chug down his coffee.
Lucy was glad he had the wherewithal to not say anything else.
“Anyway I’m glad you’re okay. If he does anything-”
Lucy flashed a synthetic smile. “Garcia and I are fine.” Wyatt’s lip twitched.
“Right.” He sat his mug in the sink.
Just as he did, Garcia walked in. He was drying his hair with a towel and pulling his shirt down fully. He smiled at Lucy and glanced at Wyatt.
Garcia stepped towards Lucy and reached up to sweep his thumb over her cheek. She saw Wyatt visibly tense up. What was he doing? “You had an eyelash.” Garcia said, being incredibly nonchalant. He pulled down a mug from the top shelf, damn him and his height, and poured himself the last of the coffee before starting another pot.
Lucy looked over at Wyatt, who looked a little pink in the face. His eyes moved from Garcia to her, and he held her gaze for a second before leaving.
Garcia turned to Lucy, who was leaning against the island counter. “You have breakfast, yet?” She shook her head. “Eggs sound good?”
“Fried, please,” She said before taking down the rest of her mug. “Do you really have to drive him up the wall like that? I know that was intentional.” She moved across to stand next to him. He feigned a look of innocence and she narrowed her eyes at him, swatting him in the arm.
He rolled his eyes, smirking, and turned to her. “You really did have an eyelash. If it makes you feel better, I’ll stop.”
“Just try to get along with him.”
Lucy sat down at the table. The ambience of the sizzle of food from the kitchen, the bubbling coffee pot, and the general shuffle of people around the bunker as everyone started to fully wake up made the place feel almost normal.
Garcia sat down across from Lucy with two plates and two fresh mugs of coffee. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for him, but it felt different. Rationally, Lucy realized this was her probably only in her own mind.
As she ate she glanced up at him. He was doing that thing where he pursed his lips to try not to smile. She looked at him inquisitively. He chuckled around a mouthful of eggs and waved her off. She raised her eyebrow but went back to eating. What was he smirking about?
After breakfast and a shower, Lucy headed to Flynn’s room to change. She had moved her clothes there a while ago, it was more convenient. She pulled on a pair of jeans, but as she was digging through her clothes she was having trouble finding a shirt. She had forgotten to do laundry the other day, and she mentally noted to do some that evening.
The door swung open and Garcia walked in. Lucy yelped.
At the sight of Lucy in just her bra and jeans he quickly covered his eyes and turned around to shut the door. “Sorry, I should have knocked.”
Lucy frantically dug through her drawer for something, a cami at least. “No, it’s my bad.” She growled in frustration. “I can’t find a clean shirt.”
“There’s a sweater in my top drawer.”
Lucy opened his drawer. There was in fact a burgundy sweater on top of a pile of neatly folded shirts. She picked it up and hesitated. People would obviously know it was his. She huffed and pulled it on, it was getting cold in just a bra and she could figure out an alternative. “I’m decent now.”
Garcia turned around, and smiled when he saw Lucy in the sweater. It fell down to her thighs, and her hands were nearly lost in the sleeves. He liked it on her.
She smiled, hoping she wasn’t blushing visibly. “I’ll get a shirt from Jiya later.” She said softly, pulling her hair from under the collar. The sweater smelled nice, and the weight of it was kind of comforting.
Garcia sat in his chair, opening his mouth and then closing it, as if to say something but deciding against it. Lucy blinked, mind racing through several uncomfortable scenarios. Was he going to say it was a mistake? That he was just trying to comfort her? That’s honestly what she had assumed but she suddenly didn’t want to hear it.
Suddenly the room went dark. Power outage. Those had been happening recently. Lucy took stumbled forward, reaching out for stability of the wall or the cot or anything, and tripped. She collided with Garcia and he caught her. She knew he was smirking even in the dark. “Really Lucy, I know the lights are out but that’s a bit forward.”
“At least I know how to be forward,” She shot back, taking satisfaction in sassing the king of sass.
Garcia laughed, spinning her around sit her on the bed. Lucy couldn’t see him but she felt the weight of his hands on the matress on either side of her. She felt his breath tickling her ear. “How forward do you want me to be?”
Lucy felt her stomach flutter with excitement and a little bit of nerves. She didn’t know how to respond. She wanted him to take her on this cot right then but she also wanted to wait, to take things at a comfortable pace. Suddenly her brain clicked. This was Garcia. He would take things as fast or slow as she wanted.
“Well,” she drew out, sliding her hand up his chest, smiling at the way he tensed under the sensation. “What I want,” She let her lips brush his earlobe and planted a small kiss at his jaw line. “is for you,” she reached up and cupped his face, moving his face so their noses were brushing. Her tone changed from seductive to casual in a second. “to go make me lunch, I’m starving.”
Garcia let out a breathy laugh. “Oh, what a comedian. Are you ticklish?”
“What?” she laughed.
He started tickling her sides, causing her to fall back on the bed writhing. Of course he would guess she was ticklish. She tried in vain to push away his hands, giggling uncontrollably.
“Garcia, stop it!” She squeaked. He did, and she was a little disappointed until he put his hands on either side of her and put one of his knees on the bed to be over top of her. She wasn’t physically pinned, but she was effectively frozen.
“Tell me when to stop.” He said quietly. Lucy knew he meant it literally, but if he knew how much of a turn on it was he might use it against her.
He moved, ever so slowly, and pressed the softest of kisses to her collar bone. Then one to the base of her neck with a little more pressure. Then a softer one just under her jawline. He hovered over her for a moment, which was wearing on Lucy’s patience and self control, before finally kissing her. God he was intoxicating. Her hands flew up to curl in his hair and pull him down to her. He grunted in surprise, and she smiled into the kiss.
She kissed him again, and then again. More of a string of small kisses than a single one. One of his hands slid under her back, forcing it to arch, and she held back the urge to moan. One day she would climb this Croatian tree and make him see stars, but today was an exercise in self control. As much control as she could manage with him pinning her to his bed and all.
They broke for air and the lights suddenly flickered back on. They both squinted at the sudden brightness of the room. Lucy blinked several times, readjusting her eyes. She could finally see the man above her, hair tousled and breathing heavily. He was looking at her in a way she couldn’t explain.
“So if I ever want to kiss you I have to make sure we’re on your bed and lights are off.” She said quietly, smiling.
Garcia laughed. “I guess I’ll have to fix that.”
The klaxons went off, and Lucy silently cursed the world for it’s inconvenient interruptions.
Garcia stood and helped her stand, and they both brushed their hair down and left the room. Before she could get to the end of the hallway, he tugged her back by the sleeve of her (his) sweater and pinned her between himself and the wall. He brushed a firm but quick kiss to her lips. “Better?”
“Better.” She said as Jiya called out the date from her computer.
Her face was warm as they entered the life boat room and everyone eyed her in her clearly oversized sweater. “If I had to guess I’d say it has something to do with the French Quasi War with America.” She glanced over at Garcia, who was trying not to grin like a fool.
Denise shook her head and sighed, pulling every ones attention back to the mission at hand. “Well get going.”
[AN: This part is a bit shorter. Both parts were supposed to be one fic, but I wanted to get some of it out while I figured out the last bit of the story line. Hope you enjoyed! And let me know if you want a part 3 uwu]
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I Didnt Ask For This (Chapter 1)
P.o.v Rocky
“Hey Rock! Do you know where my copy of the lyrics to smile went?” Riker yelled at me through the wall in which seperates our bedrooms. “I’m not one hundred percent sure but I think Ross might have borrowed them while you were out last weekend!” I yelled back. “thanks!” he replied. the I heard the sound of footsteps through the wall and then the trail of the sound passed my door and over to ross’ room. that was then followed by the opening and closing of a door and an exchange of words that I couldn’t quite make out. meanwhile just slightly further down the hall was Rydel’s room and if I’m not mistaken I could imagine she is most likely crying as one direction blasts through the walls because Zayn left the band. if you are confused as to how I know that well rydel will drone on and on and on about one directin sometimes and even though along with the rest of our family I am able to drown her out but sometimes I just find it entertaining to sit there and listen to her talk on and on about the tings she loves. Its actually quite adorable.
P.o.v Rydel
I’m currently blasting one direction songs on my docking station right now while I lie on my bed in the fetal position because I just found out yesterday that Zayn left the band. if you happen to be confused why I’m crying at Zayn leaving when harry is my favourite member of the band well thats because to be honest no matter which member of the band it would be in any other situation I would cry just as hard because everyone knows that one direction will never be the same again. anyways… enough of my little rant. I finally after multiple hours got through every single one direction song that I have on my phone so I guess its time to move on with my day. I quickly hit pause on my phone and headed into the bathroom that is connected to my bedroom via a secret magical hallway… totally kidding, its literally just a door. after I cleaned up my face from all the crying and stuff I made my way into the kitchen knowing that mom would most likely be calling us in for dinner soon. I walked into the kitchen and even though I had a smile on my face my mom knew I had been upset. “what happened sweetie?” mom asked me with a comforting tone. “how do you even know im upset?” I asked confused. “honey, you’re my daughter, I know you… and besides, you were blasting one direction and crying.” she does have a point. “good point” I replied. “so what happened to get you all upset?” she asked turning her attention away from the food on the stove. “okay so well you can probably tell that it has something to do with one direction because if you haven’t noticed I tend to listen to the music of the band that relates to the situation that makes me upset.” she nodded for me to continue. “well anyways, I just found out that Zayn quit one direction and I swear it will never be the same without him.” I said as mom wrapped her arms around me for a tight but comforting hug. all of a sudden Rocky and Riker walked in shirtless.
P.o.v Riker
shortly after getting my copy of the lyrics for smile back from Ross I put them in my room. to be honest I didn’t even actually need them I just wanted to know where they were because I keep all my copies of songs of ours or songs we have or will cover in the near future in a pile on my desk and as annoying as it may sound I am quite articulate about that kind of stuff. Anyways back to what I was saying. shortly after getting my copy of the smile lyrics back from Ross I put them in my pile and then all of a sudden I realized I was sweating. I swear to god this house is like a sauna sometimes. With that I pulled my shirt off put it in my laundry basket full of dirty clothes and headed off to the kitchen. I then heard footsteps behind me. You know when you hear footsteps and just based on the distinct sound of the footsteps you can tell who it is, well this was one of those times, and I could tell that it was Rocky. Rocky and I made our way into the kitchen and found mom hugging Rydel as if she were comforting her. It must be over the whole zayn leaving one direction thing.
p.o.v Ross
I walked into the kitchen to see something I wasnt exactly expecting to see. Riker and Rocky are both shirtless and mom is hugging rydel as if she had been crying which I guess I should have seen that part coming because im almost certain that everyone in the house knew she was crying earlier with the whole blasted One Direction music and all. Anyways, apart from that my brothers are shirtless which come to think of it also makes a fair bit of sense as well because this house has been like a damn sauna all day. After that we all sat at the table for dinner and talked about things. We even all had a good laugh at Rydel’s little episode from earlier today. overall I have to say the day was pretty great.
P.o.v Rocky
After dinner was over we quickly cleared off the table, did the dishes, cleaned the kitchen ,and all that stuff. Once we finished that we decided to watch a movie. Once we picked the movie and we got ourselves settled with our snacks, blankets, pillows and all that stuff. The movie we all decided on was big hero 6 because its totally amazing. We all got settled in soon after. Our seating arrangement was Rydel, Riker, and I all on one couch. It started off with us sitting with me on the left of rydel, and riker on the right of her but then as we began to get tired we all managed to snuggle into a tiny little area which was the couch which of course Is only so big. In our slightly confusing body pile my arms were around Riker who’s arms were around Rydel. It’s basically three person spooning. Anyways… I looked down at Riker and I saw the way he was looking at Rydel and I thought it was adorable which caused a warm and fuzzy feeling on my insides. I just love these two so much.
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