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honorarybuckley · 1 year

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maddie calls chimney first. he answers before the phone can ring even once.

“maddie? what happened? is he...” he can’t bear to complete that sentence. doesn’t want to jinx it with the word alive and can’t believe in a world where he’s dead.

“he’s waking up, howie.” a smile starts to bloom, heard in her voice and coloring her face with relief and awe. chimney lets out a whoop loud enough that he’s probably woken up jee. he doesn’t really care if he wakes up the entire world right now because the one person who needed to wake up the most finally has. albert runs in from the other room and chim gives him a thumbs up. albert smiles and leaves, presumably to tell sang and myung the good news.

“he started breathing on his own after a few seconds and now he’s in and out of consciousness. they’re going to want to do tests but everything looks good at the moment.” maddie sits on a chair in the waiting room, unwilling to stray too far from buck’s room or their parents’ sides. it’s the first time in days the space hasn’t been haunted by a stream of visitors for buck. she’d finally convinced everyone to wait at home for the news, knowing that the weight of their collective grief could level the hospital if things had gone the other way. she should know better than to underestimate her baby brother.

“when can we come see him?” chim asks, wiping a rogue tear off his cheek, already making plans. he’ll need to ask his dad and myung to watch jee-yun. albert will probably want to go to the hospital. his skin feels tight at the thought of leaving his daughter alone with his father even if it’s not the first time this week, but he knows that it’s the decision that makes the most sense and his need to see buck outweighs his discomfort at the moment.

“not until the morning,” maddie sighs, a knowing note in her tone that anticipates his impatience. “he'll be out of it for a while longer and then they won’t move him out of the icu until they’ve run all their tests. i will probably be home late tonight and we can come in together, ok?”

“got it.” chimney bounces on the balls of his feet, suddenly full of energy. he can wait eighteen hours. totally. “uh, what about you? do you need anything? what can i do?”

“i’m fine chim,” she promises, “but could you maybe call everyone else? i want to get back to him.”

“yeah, yeah. sure thing.” he makes his way to jee’s room to check on her just to have something to do with his body. “go back and give him our love. let him know the swarm is coming,” he laughs.

“thanks, chim, love you.”

“i love you too.”

—————

chimney knows he should start with bobby but the frenetic thrum in his blood needs to hear hen’s soothing voice so he dials her first.

“chim? has maddie called?” hen asks as soon as she picks up, steady as ever.

“he’s awake.”

instantly hen’s facade crumbles and without warning, she starts crying. karen rushes in from the kitchen at the sound, a potato peeler still in her hand. hen does her best to smile for her wife and it’s enough for karen. for now. she comes to sit with her and hen clings. for days she’s tried to be strong, be the support for everyone around her as they try to keep it together, only letting her fears out once she goes home to her wife at the end of the day. but with two words it all becomes dust.

“hen? hey, it’s okay. i said he’s awake,” chim repeats as if she’d heard him wrong. past her heavy breathing, she can practically hear him pacing. while she tries to pull the pieces of herself spilling out on the floor back together, chim keeps talking, excited and concerned.

“maddie says we can see him first thing tomorrow. they should have him in a room by then. i’m not going to bother with shifts, i doubt anyone would stick to them anyway. they’ll just have to deal with all of us." the pattern of hen’s breathing has calmed and she even chuckles softly at the mental image of the full force of the 118 crowding into a tiny hospital room. “he’s gonna be okay, hen.”

karen cups hen’s cheek in her damp hand and wipes a thumb through the path of her tears before kissing her once on each cheek. she silently slips back into the kitchen.

“i can’t believe it,” hen admits, the familiar haunting image of buck’s body hanging above them all invading her mind like an unwanted guest.

“i know,” chimney sighs. “one day his luck is gonna run out.”

they sit in the eerie, weighted silence that thought deserves for a moment.

“not today, though.”

“‘there is only one thing we say to death,’” chim quips. hen snorts and rolls her eyes but doesn’t respond. “ok, ok. well i need to go call bobby and eddie but could you do me a favor?”

warmed and only slightly surprised at being his first call, hen hums in affirmation.

“could you swing by the firehouse at shift change and let them know? i know collins wanted to come see buck and i bet there are a few others who’d like to tag along.”

“they’re going to kick us out, you know.” hen stands, ready to go tell denny the good news.

“let them try.”

—————

bobby is next and oddly doesn’t answer. he calls back before chimney can redial though.

“how is he?” a heavy door closes behind him and chimney can hear road noise nearby.

“where are you?” he asks, his curiosity enough to distract him.

“at church. chim, how is he?” bobby repeats, a thread of desperation in his voice. he sidesteps a couple entering the building, absentmindedly rolling his rosary between his fingers.

“oh, right, sorry.” chimney knocks his fist against his forehead twice. “he’s awake, cap.”

bobby’s breath gets caught in his throat, the world is abruptly knocked back on its axis and it nearly sends him to the ground.

chimney begins to wonder if he was really the correct person to be responsible for spreading this news. first he breaks hen and now bobby.

“bobby? are you ok? do you need me to come pick you up or something?”

“no, no i’m fine," bobby reassures, still breathless. “he’s awake.”

it isn’t a question but chimney responds anyway to help cement this moment in reality for them both. “yeah, he’s awake.”

bobby nods even though he knows chimney can’t see him. he stands frozen, caught somewhere between running home to athena and going back inside for another prayer, just in case, just to say thank you.

“so we’re all meeting at the hospital at eleven for visiting hours,” chim continues, not entirely sure bobby is listening. “i assume i’ll see you there?”

“i wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

—————

finally, it’s time to call eddie.

chim takes a moment to prepare himself, unsure of what to expect from this particular conversation. after very nearly breaking in the moments following the lightning strike, eddie had walked the halls of the hospital like a ghost in the following days. unable to enter buck’s room but unwilling to leave, he instead went on coffee run after coffee run and in between stared blankly into space as if he were already in mourning. in a way he was.

the phone rings once, twice, then a third and fourth time. chimney is expecting to hear eddie’s voicemail message when the call finally connects.

“yeah?”

chim freezes. eddie sounds even more rough than a breathless bobby, than hen after she broke down in tears. unable to see the stoic look on his face, chimney can better hear the pain in eddie’s voice. so sharp it cuts at chimney’s heart until it’s bleeding through his fingers.

eddie sucks in a deep, shuddering breath against the silence. “oh god.” he falls back onto his couch but it feels as though he’d missed it entirely and is just continuously falling. he’d known this was coming he’d just thought—

“oh shit, no eddie,” chim rushes to say. he definitely shouldn’t have been the one to make this call. “he’s fine. he’s awake,” he repeats for what feels like the millionth time today. it’s never felt more hollow.

eddie takes another deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose to stave off the tears he can feel coming. it’s a losing battle. he roughly swipes at one when it begins to fall as his thoughts start to spiral.

images of buck swaying lifelessly just out of reach and laying so still hooked up to endless machines have all but painted over every happy memory eddie has of him, dimming his effortless light into something gray and isolating. he’s never felt as alone as he has in these past few days, even when surrounded by his family, there was always that empty space growing bigger.

but buck is alive and what’s more, he’s awake. his light is burning bright again and eddie would give anything to see it right now.

“eddie?” myung enters the kitchen and chimney quietly slips outside to offer eddie some privacy. “did you hear me?”

“yeah,” his voice breaks. another tear falls and this one he lets go, carving a path for others to follow. he’s glad carla isn’t back yet with chris. he needs time to pull himself together but for now, he lets himself feel it. to ache with the knowledge that just across town, buck’s eyes are finally open. “he’s awake.” he’s awake he’s awake he’s awake.

“yeah, buddy.” chim can tell that he needs to get off the phone soon. to let eddie process this news in his own way. “we can’t see him until the morning but we’re all heading over when visiting hours start.” it’s on the tip of his tongue to ask if eddie will be there but he knows there’s no need.

“i’ll have to pull christopher from school,” eddie says suddenly. “he’ll never forgive me if i don’t let him come.”

“yeah, probably,” chim laughs, surprised by the change in subject. it’s a good note to leave on he thinks. “well, i should probably go, unless...”

“i’m fine, man. promise,” he adds for good measure, scrubbing a hand over his face. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

chimney says goodbye and eddie hangs up the phone letting it fall to the sofa beside him. tomorrow. it’s promised to no one, but just this once eddie is positive the sun will continue to rise.

#chimney han #maddie buckley #hen wilson #bobby nash #eddie diaz #firefam #911 #911 fox #fanfic #mine

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 2 years

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If you’re still doing the prompts 14 and 36?? 😘

14. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

36. "Can you lock the door?"

kee!!! my darling kee!!!! i am in love with these prompts and you thank you for sending them in

word count: 542

warnings: nightmares, kinda sleep paralysis mention, bellmoral the wee bitch

Even months after what happened with Bellmoral, Ronnie still woke up screaming sometimes. Sweat pouring from her brow as she fought to breathe over the fear that suffocated her. She knew she was safe. She couldn’t have been more protected, Jake sleeping right beside her and the pack filling every nook and cranny of the cabin. But when she finally did manage to fall asleep, her mind would bring back all those terrible memories.

His cruel grin. His claws sunken into her face. The feeling of being carried in his teeth.

Tonight was another one of those nights.

But this dream was different. Bellmoral was in the cabin. He was inside their room. Looking over their bed and Ronnie was paralyzed — unable to do anything as he just stood there and stared with that unnaturally massive grin.

When she was finally able to sit up, able to open her mouth to scream, he was gone. There was no one in the darkness of their room. She looked in every corner but she couldn’t find him. No, no, no. Bellmoral was hiding, waiting. Waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

“Ronnie, Ronnie — hey, hey,” Jake’s soothing, sleep filled voice broke through her panic as he placed his large, warm hand on her back. “It’s okay, little one, it’s okay.”

“N-No! He’s here!” she whispered harshly as he took her face in his hands.

Jake’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Who’s here?”

“He…Him,” she cried, tears streaming down her red cheeks as she inched closer to her mate. “Count the heartbeats…Please. Count them.”

Jake knew he couldn’t be there. But if this was the only thing that would make Ronnie calm down, he was going to do it. He closed his eyes and tugged Ronnie closer, nearly into his lap as her hands clawed into his shoulders. He concentrated on the heartbeats throughout the cabin, his own and Ronnie’s so close together.

“You and me,” he said, then he focused downstairs where the rest of the pack was crammed into some semblance of sleeping quarters. “Javy, Frank…Mickey, Reuben…Cole and Eli. Baby, there’s no one else here.”

Jake opened his eyes to see her eyes still wide in fear, her entire body trembling in his hands. “A-Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” he replied.

She still didn’t seem convinced, but she nodded her head none-the-less. “Okay…Okay.”

“C’mon, let’s lay back down,” Jake gently pushed her back into the mattress.

“W-Wait!” Ronnie called out, propping herself up on her elbows as she looked at him with those big brown eyes that shown in the darkness. “Can you lock the door? Please?”

“‘Course, little one.”

Jake hopped out of bed and clicked the lock on their bedroom door. Then he was back under the covers and pulling Ronnie into his chest. She was still shaking, but it wasn’t as bad now that she had her reassurances that Bellmoral wasn’t there. He as never there. It was all in her head. Jake stayed awake and listened. Listened to her heartbeat as it slowed and slowed until she was finally back asleep in his arms. “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you,” he whispered into the top of her head, eyes screwed shut and arms wrapped around her tight. “Never again.”

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buttonsfleas · 7 months

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Oh...

Andy Barclay x reader "maria"

Scenario: Andy died and Maria had just come home from work and she saw his dead body.

Another day...another work day having to stay at work for 4 more hours which means, less andy. Honestly, I don't know what I'd do without him. I just miss him so much I had to sneak on my phone and text him.

M: baaabbeee, can we have a cuddle date? x

A: only if there can be kisses too. x

M: of course x

A: how long until you're out of work? x

M: just over half an hour ); x

A: awh, I miss you x

M: I miss you too x

A: can we also watch a movie? Maybe The Banana Splits Movie? You alllwaays talk about it and I've never seen it so, can we? x

M: yes x

A: good. I miss you so much. x

M: I miss you too. x

A: I love you. x

M: I love you too. See you soon, my boss is gonna kill me if he sees that I'm not working but I love you more then anything and anyone. Bye 🥺🥰🥺🥰 x

He didn't reply after that text. Why? He literally has mommy issues for me.

Timeskip

I had just gotten home from work and a uber was leaving the street when everybody around here has a car. Why?

The bedroom light was on so he must've been awake and waiting for me in bed. I just can't wait to be able to cuddle him again.

I grab my backpack from the back seats and lock my car and then go inside and drop my bag next to his in the porch and he'd usually be like "babe? Hello?" Or just come downstairs and hold me hostage with cuddles and kisses all night, but tonight felt different.

I walk up the stairs and the bedroom door was open and I couldn't hear his breathing or a movement or even a word from him except for my footsteps echoing throughout the house.

I walked inside and my heart shattered.

His wrists were tied up to the headboard and his throat has been gutted. His head was facing left and his legs were too. His fingers were still and the right side of his neck was stabbed.

"Andy?..." I ask, no response.

Then I remembered, it's that time of year again.

I can't belive this could happen to him.

I broke down on the floor and kneeled next to him with tears streaming down my face and I felt like this was it. He didn't deserve this.

I layed next to him and cried into his chest and mumbled all sorts of things and even this didn't make me feel better.

Not after he had just proposed to me last night.

#chucky #andy barclay #andy barclay x reader #chucky series #chucky season 3 #chucky 2023 #alex vincent #im in love with andy barclay #if he dies next week im going with him #WHY DID DON HAVE TO DO THIS TO ANDY MY SWEETHEART 😭😭#chucky can go to hell now #chucky season three #andy barclay has mommy issues #i listened to burn from hamilton whilst writing this

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nottapossum · 1 year

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Itty Bitty Imps : 2

💙Fizzarolli’s secret caregiver! 💚

Summary:

Fizzarolli overworking himself again leads to Asmodeus insisting they spend the night together.

TW: trauma, mentioning someone taking Fizzarolli’s arms

Fizzarolli:

Fizzarolli has been working himself non-stop all week, but luckily the weekend was almost over. And Monday isn’t so busy, he can at least take the day off or something.

Fizz was sitting next to his-Asmodeus as they watched the act at Ozzie’s as normal. He was obviously struggling to pay attention, stay awake, and to not let himself slip for a moment. But it was hard, impossible even. He was so tired and his little self wasn’t really happy right now, they wanted to cry and or sleep.

Asmodeus whispered to his little Imp to take a five minute break backstage. Oz could always tell when Fizz was slipping.

“You alright, Fizzy?” Ozzie asks.

Fizz nods. “Yeah. I’m great. Don’t worry I’m just a little…out of it tonight, but I’ll be fine.” He insists.

Ozzy shakes his head. “No, you’re not fine, I can tell. You’ve been acting weird since-“

“Well, then why did you fucking ask me then?” Fizz asks, interrupting him. He crossed his arms and pouting grumpily. He didn’t want to talk about that…didn’t want to talk about HIM.

“Fizzy…” Asmodeus frowns. “Maybe you should take the rest of the night off-“

“No! I can finish it!” Fizz whines. “I can!”

Ozzie sighs. “Fizz, you’re already slipping, bab-“

“No, I can, I can push it down. Please let me finish the show tonight?” Fizzarolli begs. He has to do this, he can’t disappoint anyone. “Please please please?” He asks. “Don’t make me leave!”

Asmodeus sighs. “Okay, okay, fine. But I’m keeping a close eye on you tonight, and you’re coming home with me so I can make sure you’re getting the rest you need.”

“Okay, deal!” Fizz says quickly.

“And you’re taking a couple days off…nights included.” Ozzie added. If he tells Fizzarolli to take a day off, he’ll always still work nights.

Fizz rolls his eyes. “Okayyy.” He whines.

Ozzie smiled finally, but rolled his eyes at the sassy Imp. “Thank you, Fizz.” He says. “You know I only do this because I don’t want to worry about you, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” Fizzarolli says grumpily. “I just don’t like taking too much time off. Especially just to-“

Oz lifts both eyebrows.

“You know.” Fizz says.

Asmodeus nods. “Yes, I know. But it’s good to let yourself cope, baby; otherwise you’ll break down…remember what happened last time you refused to take a break?” He asks.

Fizz nods, he remembers. That was the day Asmodeus found out about his regression in the first place.

It was worth it in the end of course, but it was really scary, and it took a while for him to get over how embarrassing it was to let Ozzie see him crying like a child in his dressing room.

Past:

“Fizz? Fizzy?” Ozzie called, sounding almost worried about the Imp. He couldn’t find Fizzarolli anywhere, for the first time ever he saw the clown run off the stage in horror. He hated to admit it, but he was worried about him. Asmodeus walked into Fizz’s dressing room. “Fizzarolli!” He called.

“Go ‘way, please?” Fizzarolli asked, tears streaming down his face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” The embodiment of lust asked him.

Fizzarolli pushed himself further back, hiding in the clothing rack in his dressing room.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be afraid of me, Fizz.” Asmodeus says. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Fizzarolli hesitates. “Promise?”

Ozzie nods, “I promise.” After all, they’ve known each other for a while, they’ve been unofficially together for some time aswell. If Fizzarolli couldn’t trust him, who could he trust?

Fizzarolli crawls over to the rooster-like demon, who picks him up and coddles him like a baby.

Fizzarolli is not a baby! But, he did appreciate the comfort a little.

“Alright, now. Tell me, what’s going on?” Ozzie asks.

“You’ll laugh at me.” Fizzarolli mumbles.

“I won’t.” Ozzie promises.

“I-I’m a- I-“ Fizz tried, but he couldn’t do it. “I- I’m sorry, I can’t.”

Asmodeus smiles sympathetically. “Are you trying to tell me you’re a little?” He asks.

Fizzarolli’s jaw dropped. “You- you know?” He asks, panicked.

“Relax, little one. I’ve figured this was the case for a while, I’d never make you feel bad about this, or tell anyone. This is your business. Not mine, or theirs.” Ozzie says, reassuringly.

Fizz hugged against Asmodeus. Suddenly, he felt very safe.

“But, why did you run off the stage?” Ozzie asks.

Fizzarolli sniffs, trying to stop tears from falling down his face. “The man…there’s a man here, he’s the one who took my arms.” He explains. “I didn’t want- I couldn’t.”

Asmodeus does his best to console the little. “Shh, it’s alright. He can’t hurt you here. I’d never let anyone hurt you like that again. I promise.”

Fizz nods and cuddles up to Ozzie closer, refusing to let go of him.

Asmodeus from that point on took on the role of caregiver, taking care of Fizzarolli, reminding him to take breaks and take time to be little. Even making a little playroom and nursery in his home for the imp.

And Fizzarolli couldn’t love it any more, the attention, the cuddles, the safety…he has never in his entire life felt so cared for.

Present:

They finished the show with no further complications. Fizzarolli smiles as the crowd cheered for him and Ozzie.

“We’ll see you sick freaks next time, have a great night and remember to tip your waiter, waitress, or waitex!” Fizzarolli says before bowing and exiting the stage.

After gathering their things, Ozzie lead the little Imp to his car and buckled him in securely. “Alright, little one. Let’s go home.” He says.

Fizzarolli did his best not to fall asleep as Asmodeus drove them back to his place.

“Here we are.” Ozzie says, picking up Fizz and taking him to the nursery that he kept well hidden from any visitors.

He placed Fizz on the small bed and started to clean the paint off his face. “Fizz, no squirming.” He says, trying to keep his little one still as he cleaned him up.

Fizz’s tail swished back and forth irritatingly. He didn’t like when Ozzie messed with his face. “Stop!” He whined.

“I know you’re tired, sweetheart. But you can’t go to bed with your paint on.” Ozzie says.

“Why not? It’s white, the pillow is white. It’s fine.” Fizz argues.

Ozzie smiles. “You’re going to have to trust me on this one.” He says

Fizz huffs. “Fiiiiine.”

Ozzie finished despite the young one’s objections, then he got fizz dressed in his favorite pajamas. (They were dark blue with little horses on it.)

Fizz then took Ozzie’s hand and made him promise not to leave him alone.

“I’m not going anywhere, little one.” Asmodeus promised as Fizzarolli closed his eyes.

Ozzie laid down next to the bed and kissed the top of fizz’s head. “Goodnight, little imp.”

#helluva boss fanfiction #age regression #age regression fanfic #Helluva boss age regression #little!fizzarolli #Fizzarolli #agere helluva boss #helluva boss #helluva boss fanfic #fizzarozzie

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caniruineverything · 10 months

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i wanna taste her lips (yeah, 'cause they taste like you)

Chapter 3: i hope (s)he does, I hope (s)he does

Chapter Summary: Jack contemplates his new discovery, is surprised by Davey in the park, and confessions ensue.

"Yep, you is. Took ya long enough." A slightly out-of-sorts Race walked in, teasing Jack gently.

"Wait," Jack was confused. "Ya know too?"

"Course, dummy. All ah us knows. Ya ain't exactly subtle."

"But I didn't know dat 'til now. How'd all ah ya know?" Was he the only one who didn't know?

"Again, ya ain't subtle. Also, ya kinda dense."

"Hey!" Now that he was closer, Jack could see Race better. His lips were suspiciously red, and were those bruises on his neck? Not the time, he supposed, but he did need to have the shovel talk with Spot. If he ever hurt Race. . . well, it wouldn't be pretty, at the very least.

"Rude. Are ya that rude with Spot? He the one that put them bruises there?" Race had the grace to blush at this, and walked out, shaking his head until he was out of sight.

"Sooooo," Crutchie began, and his tone alone warned Jack that he probably wouldn't like the rest of what he has to say. "Ya gonna tell Davey?"

"What? Course not. Why would I do that?”

"'Cuz he feels the same, duh." What was he even talking about?

"No he doesn't. Remember? I saw 'im kissin' Kath. He don't like me, he likes her."

"Oh, yeah. Dat's a bit odd. But trust me, he likes you."

"You's wrong."

"No I aint'. I weren't wrong about ya lovin' Davey. Ya gotta trust me. Just ask 'im." How could he just ask him? It would be hard enough to face him with his newfound feelings, let alone confront him about his reasons for kissing Katherine.

"Nope. No way."

"C'mon. What's the worst that could 'appen?" Oh, you really wanna go there, huh?

"He could figure out I like 'im, and get disgusted and leave. God, he'd hate me. I's not gonna be able to live with that. No. No, I can't tell 'im."

"Jack, Davey could never hate ya."

"How would ya know that?" Crutchie faked hurt, but Jack knew him well enough to know when he was joking. He was joking about being hurt, but not about Davey.

"'Cuz I know dat he loves ya. Like, in love with ya. Just as you's in love with him."

"How is you so certain?" Jack hated the uncertainty in his voice. He was the confident one, the one who protected the unsure ones. He wasn't meant to be the uncertain one.

"'Cuz I know ya, and I knows Davey. He's definitely in love with ya. Ya know the signs I mentioned with ya?" Jack nodded. "Yeah, well, he has 'em too."

"God, I hope yer right." He meant it too, he wanted Davey to be in love with him, however unlikely that might be.

"I is." Jack wished he had that confidence in the notion. But that was for another day.

"Alright, Mistah Knows-It-All, it's time for bed."

"Aight. Night, Jack."

"Night, Crutch." Jack fell back into his bed, thinking. This day had gone nothing like how he'd planned. It made so much sense now, all his jealousy that felt slightly misplaced. Feeling sad when Davey left, more so then when Katherine wasn't around. Loving his freckles more than anything else about anyone. Drawing him all the time. Now he prayed that he had been right, when he said they felt the same way he felt about Katherine, platonic.

But how would he explain the kiss? That was a sure sign, right? How could it not be? He just wanted to close his eyes and go, off to a world where his feelings for Davey were requited. His subconsciousness complied, and his dreams were full of freckles, sunlit kisses, and a strong solid chest that he leaned against, feeling the warmth of the person he loved against him.

When he woke, he immediately wanted to fall back asleep again. At least there he could be with Davey, and not have to deal with his unrequited feelings. No such luck, though. Now that he was awake, he was awake. There was no going back to sleep until tonight. He threw the covers back, hot now that sunlight was streaming through the curtainless windows.

The building was filled with the sounds of tens of boys getting ready for the day. Jack took comfort in it, glad that even when his life felt so uncertain, he would always have his boys. He often found himself grateful for their presence, but unable to express just how much he loved them.

He got ready for the day, put on his favorite shirt, and grabbed an apple for breakfast. They had more food now that they were paid a bit more, a fact which every newsie was beyond grateful for. He walked, savoring the crisp sweetness of the fruit in his hand. He wasn't sure where he was going, exactly but it wouldn't be the first time he had walked around the city aimlessly.

Walking helped him think, and walking with no purpose often led him to a place he ended up needing to be. He was glad he had the day off from selling, again, but Crutchie had assured him that it was fine, that he 'deserves a break', and that Crutchie wished said break 'could last forever'. He did still need to help out, though, even though he was almost too old to really be helping. Younger sold better; no one took pity on a boy who was as old as he was.

He soon found himself in the same park where he had witnessed the fateful kiss that threw his world into disarray. He sat on the same bench Katherine and Davey had been sitting on, wishing he could know what they had been thinking.

"Hey, Jackie. What are you doing today?" He looked up to a familiar voice, and found himself staring at the freckled face that had filled his dreams the previous night.

"Oh, hey, Dave. Nothin' much. Ya got any plans?" God, he was gorgeous. Jack wasn't sure how he didn't realize sooner how gone on this boy he was. His hair shone in the early morning sunlight, and his beautiful brown eyes were happy and bright.

"Nope. Sarah and Katherine are spending the day together, so I'm alone, I guess. Unless you wanna hang?" Well, he had not expected to be alone with the boy he had just realized he had feelings for not twelve hours earlier.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Been a while since it was just the two ah us, huh?"

"Yeah. I miss you. I feel like you've been distant recently. Is everything okay?" Of course he would ask. Davey was one of the most caring people he'd ever met, save for Crutchie, of course.

"Me? Oh, Dave, don't worry 'bout me. I's fine. I just miss ya too. We's gonna fix that today though, right?" The grin Davey shot him was brilliant, and Jack wonders again how he missed how deeply in love he was. Denial was a powerful thing.

"Yes. Definitely. Absolutely!" Oh thank God, he still likes me. Jack wasn't sure why he thought Davey would just stop wanting to hang out with him, but he was really happy that was not the case. Before they did anything, and Jack lost his courage, he decided to just put something out there.

"Hey, Davey, I gotta tell ya somethin'." Davey brow furrowed as he glanced at Jack, probably able to see the nerves written all over it.

"You can always talk to me, Jack. What is it?" He was just so nice. And to have all his attention fixed on Jack? Is this heaven?

"Well, uh, I's not sure how ta start this. Ya know how Race likes guys and Sarah likes girls? Well, I like guys and girls." He closed his eyes and bowed his head, unsure of how Davey would react. Since his sister liked girls, he'd probably be fine, right? What if liking both was too much?

"Oh, Jack. You don't have to be scared. It's alright. It's called bisexuality. Katherine is bi as well, and I'm completely fine with it." At this, he glanced up, hopeful.

"You sure?"

"Definitely. And I'm, uh, I'm gay. See, we're both queer, we can support each other." Gay. Davey was gay. He could maybe, just maybe, like Jack! Wait, why was he kissing Katherine then?

"That's great, Davey. We's gonna support each other. Thanks for tellin' me." Davey looked relieved, like he wasn't sure if Jack would hate him for being gay, the same way Jack had been scared Davey would hate him for being bi. They both knew they shouldn't be, that the other could never hate them for that, but still. Irrational fears are hard to get rid of.

"Thanks for telling me you're bisexual. It means a lot, knowing you trust me with that. Coming out is hard."

"Dave, I'd trust ya with anything. You's my best friend."

"And you're mine." They both looked a little awkward saying that, Jack because he wanted it to be more. He wasn't sure why Davey looked nervous, though. He did have one more thing he wanted cleared up.

"Uh, I saw ya and Kath the other day." Davey looked back at him, listening to every word, looking him straight (or maybe not) in the eye.

"Why didn't you come up to us? We would have loved to talk to you."

"Yeah, not in this case. Ya were, uh, kissing. Each other." As if that needed any more clarification. But there, it was out.

"Oh!" Davey laughed, confusing Jack even more. He wasn't angry? Jack had basically been spying on them! Though they had been in public. "We were, um, practicing, I guess. So we knew how to kiss when we kissed the people we actually wanted to kiss."

Oh. Jack felt a bit stupid, and it must have been relieved on his face, because Davey added, "I know, it's kind of confusing. I am definitely gay, and I don't like her romantically. Wait, do you?"

"No, why?" He wasn't going to go into specifics of when or how exactly he figured that out. Not now, at least.

"Oh, just because she's in love with Sarah. And I'm pretty sure Sarah loves her, too. So you wouldn't have chance with her." That made sense, actually, and recontextualized some of the conversations Katherine and Davey had recently.

"Do I got a chance with you?" Jack clapped both hands over his mouth. He hadnt meant to say that at all. No, Davey was going to hate him now! Instead of seeming mad though, Davey mostly looked confused.

"What did you say?" Jack's first instinct was to deny everything. But he figured he might as well get the rejection over with. Even if Davey wasn't in love with Katherine didn't mean he was in love with Jack.

"I said: Do I got a chance with you?" Davey looked surprised now, and Jack thought he detected a bit of hopefulness as well.

"Oh my god. Oh my- you're not playing with me, are you? This whole thing isn't some giant joke intending to out and embarrass me?" How could he think that? Does he really think that's more likely than me liking him? Hurt, Jack recoiled, and defended himself.

"What? No! I would never do dat to ya, or to anyone! Do ya think I would do dat?" A million emotions flashed over Davey's face, far too rapid for Jack to catch any of them.

"No. Sorry, I just panicked. You want to date me?" Yes! Now he was getting the right idea!

"Yes. I wanna to date ya. So, what do ya say? Do I got a chance with ya?" Davey smiled tentatively at him, and as Jack's heart hammered in his chest he replied,

"Yes. I would love to date you. I just never thought you would want to date me."

"I meant what I said. I wanna date ya, I wanna romance ya, I wanna call ya my boyfriend, and I would very much like to kiss ya now, if that's alright with you." Davey blushed when the meaning of Jack's words hit him, then smiled wider than Jack'd ever seen before.

"Yes. God, yes. Kiss me, Jack Kelly." And, hey, Jack was never one to deny David Jacobs anything, not when the thing Davey wanted was something Jack wanted just as much.

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mostly-marvel-musings · 3 years

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All you had to do was ask

Summary: Your ‘no strings attached’ deal with Bucky goes to shit when he requests you to stay in bed with him one night. The concept of cuddling alien to the super soldier, lucky for him you’re willing to help out.

Warnings: 18+, little smutty, fluff.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Square Filled: Cuddling

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Exhausted pants and sighs echoed broke the silence of the night as you and Bucky got your breathing back to normal. Your room was dark minus a little moonlight streaming through the glass wall that was adjacent to the bed, you watched Bucky’s silhouette as he got dressed to leave.

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

“Night Buck.”

This part of the deal always broke your heart just a little every single time, even though it was you who had initiated the whole ‘no strings attached’ with the super soldier after a drunken night. You and the guys went out for drinks to celebrate absolutely nothing and it had led to you and Sam singing your heart out on the streets before Steve and Bucky – who couldn’t get hammered even if they tried, dragged you both back to the compound.

Bucky wanted to make sure you were safely tucked in bed and that ended up with him staying with you that night, holding your hair back while you puked, making you a quick sandwich to sober you up and before you knew it, you were kissing the man before peeling his clothes off.

It worked out well in the beginning, sneaking around and emerging from each other’s bedrooms while other residents of the compound were blissfully unaware. Six months in and you were contemplating either expressing your feelings or calling the whole thing off in case it went south.

You stayed up after Bucky left going over the last few months before realizing you were thirsty. Getting to the kitchen meant passing Bucky’s room that was left open for some reason. As you got closer, you could hear faint groans and heavy breathing coming from the other side. Pushing it open, you saw Bucky’s sleeping form on the floor, sweat gleaming on his torso as the nightmare he was having disturbed the peace he deserved.

“No!” he sat up yelling, eyes flying open to look around before they landed on your frozen form illuminated by the light coming from the TV that was left on. Your feet took you near him and you knelt down wiping some of the sweat off his forehead in attempts to calm him down.

“It was just a bad dream Bucky. You’re alright.”

You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him, glad when he didn’t resist, rubbing his back in soothing circular motions, running your fingers through his hair softly you felt him nod in agreement. This wasn’t the first time you found him after a nightmare, and he was glad you were the one making him feel safe every time this happened.

He followed you in the kitchen, staying silent as you brought two glasses of water before joining him on the barstools.

“Still sleeping on the floor?”

“Yeah the bed is too soft. I can’t fall asleep there.”

“Well we could always get you a new mattress.”

“We?”

“I—I don’t mean we like you and I. I mean I could come along if you wish to o—or Steve you know whatever you want.” You fumbled with words, keeping your eyes on the glass, mentally slapping yourself for letting the ‘w’ word slip out.

“We can go together. I’d like that.” He managed a small smile to ease your distress.

You were heading back to your room when Bucky stopped you by grabbing your hand all of a sudden making you stop in your tracks,

“Hey could you stay with me tonight? If—if you don’t mind.”

Taken by surprise for sure but, your heart fluttered hopelessly as you nodded and followed in into his room. Another thing that managed to surprise you was Bucky’s room since this was the first time you were actually in it, blank walls, with little to no furniture minus a few essentials. The bed was untouched, you knew it as soon as you entered, suddenly very aware of the fact that you were actually going to ‘sleep’ with Bucky for the first time.

“Do you um, have a preferred side?” You asked, drawing the covers back before sliding in as he shook his head in a no as he joined after turning the lights out.

It almost felt wrong to lie in bed together with a considerable distance in between. Luckily Bucky sensed it too but found it rather hard to express.

“You can shift closer if you want. I mean—”

“Bucky. Do you want to cuddle?”

You didn’t need light to know there’d be blush creeping up his neck as you asked that question. It was funny and endearing at the same time.

“Have you never done this with anyone before?”

“Nope.”

“Of all the things we’ve done, I can’t believe you were afraid to ask for a cuddle.” You chuckled, scooting closer before resting your head on his chest, hearing his rapidly beating heart over the T-shirt he’d pulled over before getting in bed.

“I just didn’t want it to be weird. Sorry.”

“But it’s not weird. Is it?”

“No. This feels perfect. Thank you (Y/N).”

“All you had to do was ask.”

Your grin got wider when he hugged you back after pulling the covers up, comfortable silence falling over the two of you as sleep began tugging at your eyelids once more. Holding your sleeping form so close to his body, hearing the steady beating of your heart lulled him into a peaceful dreamless sleep, something he had craved for a very long time.

A sharp irritating sound of your morning alarm stirred you awake next morning but you soon realized there was very little you could do to move. To be honest you were afraid to, fearing he would think this had been a huge mistake.

The pleasant weight of the super soldier, his limbs wrapped around your body with a tangled mess of the sheets and his soft breath against your neck prevented you from moving a muscle. Your attempts of squirming to turn the alarm off provoked a groan from Bucky who pulled you back against his chest, burying his face deeper into your hair, mumbling something incoherent.

“Bucky we’re gonna miss training…” you whispered, reluctant to let him go yourself but you were sure to receive an earful from the Captain if you didn’t show up.

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“M’ not ready to let you go.” His sleep-heavy voice travelling straight down to your core, the fact that his half-mast but clothed erection was pressed up against your thigh didn’t help either.

Giving up, you shut your eyes once more, relishing in the feeling of being so close with the man you loved. The quite calm was disturbed once more when Bucky’s phone buzzed loudly from the nightstand. Now it was your turn to groan.

“Come on we gotta go. Your best friend won’t let us be.”

Bucky lift his head just enough to gaze at your face through his eyelashes, his features undeniably gorgeous even more so in the morning light.

“What if we do a little cardio in here first?”

You were about to reply when he dipped down to capture your lips in a kiss. It felt like a dream come true to wake up next to him, share a morning kiss.

You could really get used to this.

Rolling you over, he pulled you to lie on top, never breaking the kiss as one of his hands held you by your neck while the other pressed your ass to his growing bulge.

You chuckled, sitting up just to turn Bucky’s phone off before removing your top to resume your morning activity.

“All you had to do was ask.”

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yorumiraki · 3 years

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caught

itadori yuuji x reader ft. sukuna

nsfw 18+

[unedited]

itadori yuuji is a nice guy. anyone who has met and acquainted themselves with him knows this. soft. kind. always willing to help others. strong. resilient. no ill-intentions, innocent.... right...?

‘g-god come on’

he groaned out in the his quiet dorm room, the air stuffy and hot. yuujis breaths came out low and quiet. he laid bare in his bed, blanket tossed to the side of him, exposing himself to the hot air as he pumped away at himself. spit and pre-cum trailed down his cock slowly then settling on his balls, a wet patch on his bed growing over time. he let a soft whimper as to not let anyone hear him. he’s being too loud. the clock in the corner of his room continues to tick back and forth and he unintentionally pumps up and down at the same constant pace. this wasn’t the first time he’s gone and done this obviously. a little flashback creeps up in his mind of a younger him, jerking off to a jennifer lawrence poster shamelessly plastered on the ceiling above his bed. but tonight, he has someone different to motivate him. he glances back over to the phone in his left hand to see you were still on call, tucked under your blankets with your head just peeking out, silent snores emitting from you. you looked so good. he feels bad. you’re his friends he shouldn’t be doing this. you’re not jennifer lawrence or some pornstar he pulls up on his laptop and goes to town on. he was sure you’ve only thought of him as a friend, absolutely no plans to be with him whatsoever. he can’t help it though but…. he’s always liked you. he turns away from the camera shaking his head both ways slowly, still pumping away.

a familiar feeling surges through his body and he groans out once more but this time louder. ‘s-so close’ he thinks it’s ok to be a bit louder, the risky thought sending a tingle through his body and he’s suddenly moaning even louder with no concern. his hand gradually began moving up and down faster, twisting lightly between every few. more. he wants more. a light whimper escapes his throat, groaning out even louder than before. not caring that fushiguro is in the next room, not caring about anyone who could be in the hallway so late at night. he glanced at the clock. 2:03. he’s frustrated with how much time has passed since he started and he's just so close to getting there. he cuts off his own thoughts as he began to move faster and faster, forgetting about to the slow clock pace he began with. he’s getting there, he’s getting close he thinks, continuing to pump away at his cock. he can’t help it. gasps are caught in his throat as his hand continued to move, and he’s about to reach his peak. one more. one more and-

“itadori”

his eyes snap open, and his head slowly turns towards the phone in shock. (e/c) eyes stared widely at him from behind the blanket. you were awake. shit. SHIT. he stared at you. red rushed through his face after his moment of shock, ‘wait’s and ‘i’s escaping from his mouth in an attempt to explain himself.

“i- i can- ”

“oh don’t stop. go on, cum.”

his brown eyes widened in surprise before he’s interrupted by the twitching of his throbbing cock. this is so wrong he thinks. but despite that thought, he turns away from the phone, hand still moving at a rapid pace. why is he still going? he doesn’t have an answer for that question and closes his eyes, giving into himself. his guilt began to fade away and is replaced with neediness . he feels bad still, but he reasons with himself that he shouldn’t. after all, you just gave him permission to cum. desire overturns reason and he moans out loudly, his body twitching from the delayed but now rising release. he’s about to make it, he’s almost there and-

“cum yuuji. cum for me now.”

and at that, he lets out a groan followed by moans as he continued pumping away, his warm cum spurting out wildly, getting some on his own chest. his hand. his hand just isn’t stopping. riding out his release with vigorous pumping and even when he’s done, it’s still moving. guilt begins to pour into his head and he’s trying to think of what he should do now, debating if he should continue going or just stop and apologize before quickly hanging up. the sound of his hand on his cock gets louder, the slickness of his cum to thank for that and he can hear sukuna chuckling in the back of his mind before he speaks to him. ‘look at you, still rubbing away at yourself like a little horndog… oh wait, you are one.’ cackling fills his mind but he ignores the curse before looking down. the head of his cock was red, cum still leaking out of his tip slowly and running down until it dripped on the bed, his chest littered with streams of white. a chuckle stops him from his examination and he snaps his head head up to see you looking at him. your face is now visible and a devilish smirk is plastered upon it, your tongue visible between your teeth, the tip touching the roof of your mouth. itadori couldn’t help but shiver in the presence of your stare. and his damn hand just didn’t stop. his body began trembling, overstimulation taking its toll on him. you’re, you’re enjoying watching him he thinks. excitement rages out through his body and a sudden thought forces its way into his brain. ask her. ask her now. and just as the silence became too defeaning for him he decides he’s going to ask you. right now…. ok… now? yes, he’s gonna do it. he’s gonna do it now, he’s gonna….

once more he turns away with embarrassment shaking his head at the ludicrous thought... but soon looks back to the camera, eyes locking as he gives you a look with his lips slightly parted, drool present at the corner of his lips, small pants escaping his mouth. you looked back at him, and his face flushed red and clouded eyes shining with tears. he’s mentally begging you to say something, watching the unchanging look on your face. say something. he wants to hear you, anything but silence and just as he’s about to open his mouth, he closes it again as he notices you moving from your position in bed, grabbing your phone. you placed it on your desk facing towards you as you move towards your closet, pulling out a long coat before shifting to your drawer. he sees you pull out something black… and lacy? wait...

“i’m coming over now.”

and that, is just the answer he needed.

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julemmaes · 3 years

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The One Good Thing

Rowaelin Month, Day Two

A/N: again, I'm gonna fail all my exams because of this stupid app, I'm sure. Also, I miss the off campus boys so much I kinda made Fenrys one of them and I love the idea of the tog men as hockey players so yeah, enjoy;)

Word count: 2,581

Aelin would have killed for a second of silence.

She daydreamed of that almost noisy quiet that makes you feel every deepest thought hidden in your brain that exists only at 3 a.m., when every soul is resting and cars can't drive around the campus. And there are no children screaming at the top of their lungs or parties going on all night long.

That was what she had been promised, the flyers she'd been handed during the open days, when she had come to visit the college.

That was how it was supposed to be.

Aelin had tried so many times to ask her upstairs flatmate to hold his Twitch live streams strictly in the afternoons or mornings when she wouldn't be home, but when Fenrys Moonbeam had first opened the door to his place, the girl had known immediately that she wouldn't be able to change his mind even by paying him.

Especially since his live streams were followed by such a large audience that Aelin couldn't even begin to understand how he had managed to build an empire so big in just under a month. Surely it had something to do with the long blond hair, different from her own but just as beautiful, and the arms covered in tattoos so colourful they blind you. They had their own charm. Add to the pile the fact that he was the goalie on the hockey team, and he was the perfect mix for the guy to marry.

From what their common friends had told her, he was already earning enough to afford an off-campus home, but that he liked the comfort the college dorm gave.

A comfort that Aelin, after three years in those filthy rooms and shared bathrooms, had yet to find.

When yet another howl of celebration at yet another victory that everyone expected pierced through his floor and her ceiling, nearly drilling her eardrums, Aelin gritted her teeth so hard that for a moment she feared they might shatter.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to whisper, "Shut," failed miserably to keep her tone under control and shrieked the second word, "up!"

A booming laugh rang out upstairs and a millisecond later a message lit up her phone screen.

From Lys: Girl, maybe you should take a chill pill, I heard you on the live stream. Are you still studying?

She tossed the phone to the side, pulling her hair up and pinning it back with a pencil.

"Fuck off." she muttered under her breath.

Lysandra was one of the few in their group of friends who never missed a Fenrys broadcast. Whether it was at eleven at night or five in the morning, she was always one of the first to join in.

Aelin often wondered if she was just doing it because Fenrys was helping her sponsor her YouTube channel, but then she remembered that Lysandra would do the same for all her friends.

She got out of bed, taking all her books and notes in her arms, pen in her mouth and holding her phone between her pinky and ring fingers. She threw open the door to her room and found herself facing a wall of muscle, slamming into her roommate's chest.

Rowan's hands snapped forward and kept her from falling backwards and when Aelin looked up at his face, she almost lost her balance again.

His face was sleepy, only one eye open as he suppressed a yawn. The imprint of the pillowcase on his cheek just another sign that he had already been sleeping.

"Are you okay?" he asked her in a hoarse voice, stepping back and letting her through, "I heard you screaming. I was coming to check on you."

Aelin grimaced, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

He shook his head, moving a hand in mid-air, "Don't worry about it." then his gaze snapped to the ceiling as another laugh from Fenrys cut through the thin material dividing their quarters. He frowned, lowering his gaze back to her, and it was at that moment that he noticed the books in her arms.

If possible, his frown deepened even more.

He closed his eyes, gently grabbing her wrist and leaning against the wall behind him, pulling her towards him.

Aelin let herself be tugged, arranging the books so that they didn't poke at either her or him in that uncomfortable hug, but she positioned her head against his chest, letting his fingers expertly massage the nape of her neck.

"Baby." he sighed into her hair. Her toes curled.

It had only been a few weeks since they had decided to start dating, a few weeks since Rowan had confessed to having feelings for her. They had exchanged a few kisses in secret from their friends, wanting to enjoy that first phase of their very fresh relationship in privacy. They hadn't done anything too steamy yet, and Aelin had more than agreed with his decision to take it slow, but one thing Rowan hadn't held back in the slightest from the first second she'd agreed to go out with him had been the pet names he'd given her whenever they were in the safety of their dorms.

Baby was definitely her favourite.

His hands slid lower, down her back, and she looked up, resting her chin on his chest and fixing her eyes in his. His gaze softened, still clouded with sleep. "You shouldn't be studying at this hour."

Aelin grunted, smacking her forehead against his chest, "But I have a test tomorrow."

Rowan sighed again, pushing her away and taking the books from her arms. "Precisely why you should be sleeping." He walked towards the common room, speaking softly and hoping Lorcan wouldn't hear them. They both knew their roommate suspected something, but he didn't have enough worries in the world for him to actually give a shit about their possible relationship, and they also knew he would never say anything to anyone. Maybe to Elide, but neither of them would bet on it. "I left you alone tonight because you needed to rest, not stay up until morning melting your brain."

She followed him like a lost dog, dragging her feet on the ground, finally feeling that visceral fatigue get the better of her.

"I can't leave the study half done."

Rowan dropped the books on the table, turning around just in time to block her before she bumped into him again and slipped the pencil out of her mass of hair, letting it fall around her shoulders.

"You're not leaving the study half done," he told her as he rubbed her arms to keep her warm, "you've spent the last five weeks studying this stuff and I'm sure you know it like the abc. You need a break." he told her.

Aelin looked up at him from under her lashes, a little annoyed that that was true, but completely distracted by the lines his fingers were drawing on her arms. She took a deep breath through her nose, puffing out her chest and thrusting out her breasts, catching the attentive gaze of her almost-boyfriend for a nanosecond.

He smiled wearily at her, "Are you sleeping in my bed tonight?"

Aelin just nodded and took both of his hands, pulling him down onto her. Rowan squinted his eyes and placed his lips on hers in a quick, chaste kiss. She hummed in satisfaction as his hands slid under her bottom and wrapped around her thighs, pulling her up. She tied her legs around his hips and rested her head on his shoulder as Rowan made his way into their tiny flat.

He lowered her onto the bed, pulling the blankets out from under her body and laying down beside her before covering them both. Aelin moved as close to him as she could, pressing her back against his chest and her butt against his crotch, tangling their legs together.

Rowan's arm wrapped around her waist as the other slipped under her head and his hand found hers under the pillow.

The second they were settled, every bit of their bodies touching, Rowan left a soft kiss on her shoulder, pulling her even tighter against him.

She smiled weakly, in a drawling tone, "Thank you."

He hummed against her skin, "That's what I'm here for."

"Don't let me die around finals time?" she asked in a teasing tone.

Rowan chuckled softly, making her back shake, "Exactly."

Aelin tried to turn towards him, wanting to trace the pale freckles that were starting to sprout on his nose now that the days were getting longer and the sun kissed his cheek every afternoon, but his arms blocked her.

"No, it's not fair for you to be the big spoon every night. I'm fucking sick of it, I want to hold you today." he muttered, the chains of sleep already dragging him towards that blissful unconsciousness.

She huffed, stopping struggling against his grip, relaxing and feeling her muscles scream with pleasure after being tense for hours on end while she studied.

She hadn't realised she'd stayed up so long, but she was terrified of failing this last exam. If she failed it she would have to wait months before she could retake it and the idea of it was getting her down more than perhaps it should have.

She started thinking about the various questions the professors might ask her the next day, repeating the answers in her mind, closing her eyes as she thought.

"Baby," Rowan grumbled, "you're talking out loud."

She hadn't realised she was biting the cuticles around her nails until his hand came to rest on her arm, pulling her hand away from her mouth. He took a deep breath, helping her turn to face him.

When she looked up at him from under her lashes, she saw the way he was fighting sleep. And she felt terribly guilty. If she was having trouble sleeping the day before an exam, that didn't mean he had to stay awake for her too.

She was about to speak, tell him to close his eyes again and let her go into the living room so she could finish going over the last few pages and then return to his room, but he put his hand on her cheek and in a soft voice asked, "What's bothering you?"

She bit the inside of her cheek, shaking her head, "Nothing."

He tried to hold back a yawn again, but couldn't this time and Aelin's guilt grew immensely inside her. "If you tell me right now what's wrong, I could help you fix it sooner. And we could get at least three hours of sleep before we have to go to class." he pointed out in an exhausted tone.

She blinked once, twice, searching for the right words.

"It's Fen. If he'd stop playing so late every night-"

Rowan quickly cut her off, closing his eyes, almost as if he could no longer physically stay awake. "Ace, Fenrys never really bothered you. You've always managed to study and ignore it. What is it that's bothering you?"

Aelin let go of a shaky breath, "It's nothing, really. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

He only opened one eye, watching her carefully as she hid her face against his chest and wrapped her thin arms around his torso.

His hand began to slowly massage her back, "If we don't talk about this now I'll be up all night worrying."

She huffed, knowing full well how true those words were. For the love of the other, she began to ramble on about the real reason she hadn't been able to focus on the textbooks.

"I don't want to tell anyone we're together yet," she confessed under her breath.

Rowan opened both eyes then, fixing them on her and giving a small nod with his chin to keep her going.

"It's not that I don't want to tell the others," she said, referring to their closest friends, "but the second they find out, the news will become public knowledge and there are some people I really don't want to let that information get to."

He nodded, understanding perfectly who she was talking about.

"We don't have to tell anyone," he kissed her forehead, continuing to talk in that position, his lips brushing against her skin with every word he spoke, "it'll be our little secret for some time more, until we figure out how to get all the puck bunnies off our backs."

Aelin smiled, lifting her chin and kissing him.

Being the captain of the hockey team, Rowan didn't exactly go unnoticed on campus. Not many people approached him during the day, especially when Lorcan was at his side, knowing full well that they would receive nothing but a rude invitation to leave, but their friend couldn't spend his life attached to Rowan's hip, and the few times the two of them had gone out alone it had happened that a horde of fans had overwhelmed them. After those afternoons, Aelin had found herself the victim of not so nice threats from unknown numbers, as had happened to Lysandra when she had first started dating Aedion.

With Manon's help they had managed to track down the senders and Rowan had been unpleasantly surprised to discover that it was one of the girls he always partied with after the games. A girl he'd always considered a friend.

Rowan had taken all the blame, feeling responsible for those attacks on Aelin and it had taken months to convince him that he had no part in the insanity of others.

They'd started limiting the dates they went on as a pair, even when they were just friends, to prevent similar things from happening again, but Aelin felt trapped.

And she knew it was the same for Rowan.

She wished she could get a place off campus, where she could retreat with him, away from the prying eyes of the world, but it didn't seem right to bring up the topic of 'let's move in together' after not even three months of dating.

Rowan rested a hand on her cheek, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, "It'll be fine. And if anyone finds out and the threats come back, we'll do something about it."

She nodded, not entirely convinced and not at all reassured.

He knew instantly, "Aelin, whatever happens, I don't care what others think. I've waited years to finally have you. I've been on the sidelines all this time, watching you go on date after date with everyone and never with me-"

"You never asked," she mumbled in annoyance.

Rowan continued as if she hadn't spoken, "I would have preferred not to be the talk of the town all the time, but I'm not going to let public opinion take away the one good thing in my life."

She opened her mouth wide, "What about hockey?"

He shrugged, looking at her, "Hockey is just a sport."

"If Lorcan could hear you right now..." she shook her head.

"But Lorcan's not here. And you won't tell him," he made her silently promise.

They exchanged another brief kiss, before they carried on talking about all the worries she had and every word that came out of his lips acted as a sedative for her fears, killing one at a time, until she fell asleep in his arms, lulled by his soft breathing on her neck.

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Fate

Summary: The Abduction of Persephone or how Levi couldn’t get you of his head.

Pairing: Hades!Levi x Persephone!Reader

Warnings & Content: nsfw, mentions of rape & incest (cause, you know, Zeus is a fucking entitled asshole and nobody fucking likes him), unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, language, loss of virginity

Word Count: 5.1 k

A/N: literally the only thing I have to say is that for the purpose of this fic, Hanji has she/her pronouns, and the first few paragraphs are written in third person xD happy reading!

Help me...

Please...

Help... me...

Sweat drips from his forehead and his eyes shoot open. That damned dream again. That sweet voice again. Levi Hades can't comprehend why he was dreaming. Gods don'tdream. His bed seems empty, but he never needed anyone in it. For some reason, now he feels like someone is missing. He gets up, naked body and blank eyes watching over his realm from the balcony of his castle. Empty. Other than the souls of the dead that quietly dance around like little flames, it's empty. Other than Cerberus sleeping peacefully, it's empty. And so damn cold. Mortals mistaken the Underworld for a scorching hot place, but in reality, it's as cold as Levi Hades' heart. If he even has a heart.

He wraps his toga around his sculpted body, a wreath of laurels on his coal-black hair, donning his arms with silver bracelets and rings. Time doesn't exist in the world of the dead, but Levi Hades sticks to a strict schedule. He waves his hand and a scroll and quill magically appear on his marble desk. He can't trust Hermes with this message, and so he gives it to one of his dogs to deliver it to Hanji Hecate. Who better to interpret the meaning of his dream than the goddess of witchcraft herself? LeviHades surrounds himself in thick, grey smoke before he disappears from his bedroom.

Somewhere on Earth, Y/N Persephone is being watched by Zeus. The powerful god cannot resist such a beauty, and he is known for having his way with anyone, even his own daughter. But it's not her time, he thinks, not just yet. She knows this, she knows what will happen to her when she reaches the age of marriage, and at night, when not a soul is awake, she sobs and prays that someone will find her and help her. She is willing to do anything to escape her father's clutches and her dark future. And every night she cries, it rains — it pours.

At the outskirts of the Underworld, Hanji Hecate receives a message. She reads it carefully, and a knot forms in her stomach. The goddess heard the pleas of a girl, whom she believed to be a mortal, but if Levi Hades heard her, too, then it could only be another deity. HanjiHecate closes her eyes and performs a spell in the hopes of locating the desperate girl. It doesn't work. It doesn't work because, unbeknownst to her, Demeter is hiding her daughter from the preying eyes of Zeus.

They searched for weeks, mortal weeks, for the crying goddess, but none of them had any luck. Y/N Persephone is somewhere in the shadows of Demeter, but even she knows her mother can't protect her forever. Zeus gets what Zeus wants eventually. The sun rises over the meadow, but Y/N Persephone doesn't know that because she's stuck weaving in a cave, sweat dripping down her forehead, hairs sticking to her face. The drakons Demeter placed at the entrance of the cave followed Y/N Persephone outside, guarding her as she washes herself in a nearby stream. He isn't supposed to be there. Levi Hades isn't supposed to peer at her naked body and the way she splashes the crystal-clear water. He was supposed to meet with Hanji Hecate and take a walk. He was supposed to go back to the Underworld after that. Yet here he is, spellbound by her gestures, her face, her eyes. And then, she sings. Y/N Persephone begins to sing and all the flowers around him bloom. Levi Hades goes into a shocked state, eyes wide open, brows raised. He knows that voice. He knows it because he's been dreaming it. His scent is picked up by the drakons and he disappears, leaving behind a trail of smoke.

"I found her, Hecate. I found her, but I can't get close to her."

"What do you mean you found her? Just like that?" Hanji Hecate's fingers trace the bark of a tree.

"It was fate. It must be." Levi Hades is desperate now.

"Calm down, Hades. I've never seen you so... twitchy." She laughs, kneeling in the grass. The witch plays with some fallen leaves, brown hair flowing in the wind.

"That's because you didn't see what I did. She started singing and flowers bloomed! I don't know what kind of nymph she is, but she is beautiful. Nothing like I've ever seen before."

"Oh, I never thought I'd live to see the day Hades falls in love." Hanji Hecate laughs again. "So why didn't you approach her?"

"Tch, because she was surrounded by drakons. I don't understand why a mere nymph would need so much protection."

The goddess gasps, all traces of happiness gone from her face, replaced by disappointment and anxiety. Levi Hades takes notice of this and places his cold hand on the witch's shoulder, but she flinches.

"You can't have her."

"You knowher?" His voice is condescending, offended that his good friend hid something like this from him.

"Hades, she's Demeter's daughter, Persephone. She's not just some nymph, but the goddess of spring." Hanji Hecate brings her palms together, forming a triangle. "We can't talk here."

Levi Hades nods and lets himself transported to the Underworld, back to the familiar souls lingering in the air.

"Talk, Hecate." He is impatient and demanding, arms folded across his chest.

"Zeus wants her, and Demeter and I are keeping her hidden." The deity explains with pain in her voice.

"Yes, well, you're not doing a very good job, now, are you?"

"Oi, the drakons noticed you. You don't think they would notice Zeus?" She snaps back, traces of arrogance in her voice.

"Hecate... it's Zeus. What would stop that brat from turning into a drakon fool her?"

The goddess shivers, shifting her weight from side to side.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"I do, actually. I'll bring Persephone here." LeviHades proudly states, but his face is still blank, not once betraying his true feelings.

"You'll... what?" Her mouth is slightly open, bewildered by the god.

"It's the only place Zeus doesn't have access without an invitation. Face it, Hecate, it's a good plan. Better than yours, anyway."

Hanji Hecate is speechless, completely at a loss for words. She ponders over the idea, a hand brought to her chin to think better.

"Alright, but what makes you think she'll just stroll through the gates of the Underworld without a complaint?"

"Oh, you've mistaken my words. I'll forcefully bring her here." He tilts his head, a semblance of a smirk on his lips.

"For fuck's sake, Hades, she's not what you'd expect. And what about me? I promised Demeter I would protect her!" HanjiHecate throws her hands in the air, her shadow taking the form of a raging dog.

"Do notchallenge me, witch. You know I can destroy you in the blink of an eye." LeviHades growls and her shadow restores itself to its natural shape. "Besides, you would still protect her. The Underworld is where you abide."

She knows she shouldn't carelessly be out in the open one hour before her coming of age. But Y/N Persephone, with tears streaming down her beautiful face, embraced her future. She knows Zeus will come for her, and so she willingly gives herself to him. With poppy seeds, she put the drakons to sleep and left the cave, clad in a sheer toga, her body visible through the transparent fabric.

"If you want me, come and get me, father!" Y/N Persephone screams at the skies, the flora surrounding her slowly turning a dark shade of brown and dying, just like her innocence would die tonight. The earth shatters behind her, marigold flames and ashy smoke cracking open the soil. Shadowy figures emerge, grasping the young goddess' limbs and they drag her down, down, down to the Underworld. She is afraid, her heart beats faster as the moonlight disappears, and all she can see is darkness.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be gentler, but I didn't want Zeus to get the wrong idea."

"You're Hades, aren't you?"

"Yes, but please, call me Levi. Persephone, I presume." Levi doesn't smile, but his voice is warm, contrasting the cold that surrounded your body.

"Don't call me that." You spit back, confused as to why you were in his realm in the first place.

"You should be a little more grateful that I saved you, brat." He narrows his eyes down at you.

"Saved me? You abductedme. You're no better than him."

Hanji Hecate was right, you had fire in your soul, and an attitude that would drive Levi over the edge.

"Tch, don't compare me to that pretentious cock." The god scoffs and your expression softens.

"Zeus is a... cock? With a beak and feathers?" You giggle and he almost wants punch himself. How could he forget how innocent you are? Clearly, he's been spending too much time with Minthe.

"That's one way to put it."

"Is there another way?" You ask with your index finger brought to your lips, pure curiosity in your eyes.

"Forget that, you said you didn't want me to call you Persephone. How else should I address you?"

"Y/N." You tell him, eyes peering to the balcony of his castle and you skip to it. "Oh, this place is huge! What are those?" You point at the colourful flames dancing in the air.

"Souls." Levi joins you, resting his arms on the marble railing.

"They're beautiful!" You are in awe, and he is just as mesmerised by your beauty. Not one sane god or goddess would consider the souls of the dead beautiful.

"Look, Y/N, I heard you. In my dreams, I mean. I'm not going to hurt you, I brought you here to rescue you." He lies through his teeth. Levi did want to save you, he still does, but he can't deny the fact that he wanted you all to himself. "I'm gonna mind my own business, you mind yours. Try not to break anything. And don't, under any circumstances, make a mess out of my castle, or my realm."

You lean on the railing, nose scrunched and a hand on your hip.

"What am I supposed to do, then? And what about my mother? What about when spring comes and I have to bring it? What about Zeus?"

Levi grits his teeth, almost regretting his decision of saving you.

"Tch, I'll deal with Demeter. I'll tell Zeus I'm marrying you. You can go bring spring when it's due. Happy?" He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"And you won't taint my innocence?"

Oh, he will taint it, alright. But not just yet.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do."

"You still didn't answer my first question. What am I supposed to do?" You shift your weight from one leg to the other, impatiently waiting for a proper answer from your captor.

"Anything you want, just don't get in my way when I'm dealing with the dead."

"You're an aggressive little man, you know that?"

Levi can feel a blood vessel bursting on his forehead. You were truly annoying, but he couldn't just sit around and wait for Zeus to have his way with you.

"Anyway, I suppose it is safer to be here." You rolled your eyes. "Got any books?"

"What, you read?" He snorts, a condescending brow arched.

"Don't patronise me. You're the one who abducted me, you could at least try to be nice to me."

Levi sighs. This wasn't how he imagined things would go. He imagined you'd make the perfect housewife and keep him some company.

"First floor. Just stay out of the restricted section."

"Why?"

"Because I said so. Zeus' beard, are you always this irritating?"

"Are you?" You chuckle, a hand hiding your smile.

With another sigh, Levi disappears, leaving you alone. "Great job, Y/N, you made the only person who took a crumb of pity on you to go away." You say to yourself, a pout on your lips.

The Underworld wasn't as bad as you thought. Sure, there was the occasional fire popping from the ground here and there, and you had to be careful not to burn yourself, but overall, it was serene. Some parts of it were scorching hot, but mostly it was cold, and you always brought an extra cloak with you when exploring the realm. Levi wasn't always with you, in fact you haven't seen him in days, but you met his three-headed puppy. Well, puppy wasn't the best word to describe the creature, and it did try to eat you the first time, but you stood your ground and tamed the beast with your singing and eager belly rubs.

"This is a sight I never thought I'd live to see." Levi is shocked, watching his raging dog so calm. "Cerberus never lets anyone but me touch him." He gives the dog a few pats on his back.

"Well, Cerberus likes me better, don't you? Who's a good boy? You are, yes, you are!" You kiss all three muzzles and hug the gigantic beast, the heat of its fuzzy body warming you up.

"Oi, don't get ahead of yourself. Come here, Cerberus." Levi extends his arms and the creature is confused. "I said, come here."

The dog stops wagging its tail and plops next to you with a groan, one head resting in your arms. The shit-eating grin on your face is enough to make Levi sigh.

"See? I told you he likes me better." You poke your tongue out in triumph. You wave your hands and the god watches how you place three daffodil wreaths on each of Cerberus' heads. "Much better!"

"Y/N, he looks silly."

"No, he looks adorable! Here, I made you one, too."

Levi takes the flower crown and inspects it, careful not to crumble the petals.

"What is this?" He asks, marvelling at the beauty of the ice-blue colour of the plant.

"Uh, a flower crown?"

"Yeah, no shit. I meant what flower is this?"

"Oh, it's a blue poppy. One of the rarest plants in the world." You smile. "I think it suits you."

"You're an oddball."

You sit in a lavish chair, all kinds of foods displayed on the table in front of you. Saliva pools in your mouth, but you decide to wait for Levi anyway. It's bad manners to start eating without the host, Demeter taught you that. Gods and goddess don't eat mortal foods, but sometimes they indulge in it, and tonight was one of those nights.

"Here, try this." Levi offers you a strange fruit, something humans have on earth, but different.

"What is it?" You poke your finger at the juicy fruit, sucking the sweetness from your digit.

"It's a pomegranate that only grows in the Underworld."

You pick at the seeds, popping one in your mouth. You couldn't believe something so good could grow in a cold place like this.

"So, what's the occasion?" You ask Levi as you eat three more seeds, the crimson juice staining your lips.

"Our wedding."

You accidentally swallow, choking on saliva and the pomegranate seeds, your fist hammering your chest as you gasp for air.

"What?"

"I told Zeus I'm marrying you and now he wants proof." Levi bluntly states, a chalice of nectar in his hand.

"No."

"You don't have a choice, unfortunately."

"But… I'm supposed to be a virgin. Marriage implies consumption of it." You slam your fists on the table. "My mother-"

"Your mother lied to you. You're a goddess of fertility for fuck's sake." He shrugs and you're shocked by how chilling his voice sounds. Sure, Levi was always brooding and silent, but now he was just inconsiderate. "However, I'm not a man who breaks his promises. I told you I won't do anything you don't want me to."

"Oh, how niceof you. I'm leaving." You stand up, pushing the chair away.

"And go where? Demeter can't protect you forever, and you don't stand a chance against Zeus."

"You know why I hate my name so much, Levi?" You growl, fingernails digging into the wooden table.

"Do, tell."

"Because it means destruction. A fitting name for a goddess of ‘fertility’, don't you think?" The table splits open and all the plates fall to the ground. Your normal, bubbly aura changes suddenly and there's a hint of red in your Y/E/C eyes. "You think I don't stand a chance against Zeus? I'm his offspring." You snap, and instead of flowers falling out of your hair, there's thorns, spikes and rusty leaves all over the place. The uglies, most poisonous plants sprout from the ground and you're no longer the goddess of spring, but the bringer of slaughter, and Levi is impressed. Now he really knows it was faith that brought you together, he knows your place is with him — with the dead.

"Marry me." He says, unmoved by your little show. Unmoved on the outside, because on the inside he wants to bend you over and fuck you silly. His words shouldfuel your rage, but you're too surprised by the fact that he still wants to marry you, despite your outburst.

"Why? Because Zeus wants that?" Vines protrude from your skin and your fingernails turn black. You were completely different than the helpless little girl he rescued that night. You were terrifying. But not to Levi — to him you were fascinating.

"Because I want that."

It was safe to say you had fallen in love with Levi in those nine months since you came to the Underworld. He accepted you the way you were, he accepted your darkness, something not even your mother could do, and that's what triggered your feelings for the god of the dead. You still didn't allow him to call you Persephone, because you still hadn't fully embraced that part of you. Spring was almost due, but you promised Levi you'd go to earth after your wedding. Everyone would be there, including Demeter, which you haven't seen in a long time.

A soft knock interrupts your thoughts.

"Y/N, are you ready?"

"In a second, Hanji!"

"Oh, thank the gods for calling me that. I keep telling everyone I'm tired of Hecate but they don't care." The witch scoffs from the other side of the door.

"Has my mother arrived?" You ask, concern visible in your voice.

"Yes. And she's not happy."

"Hey," you open the door, "thanks for taking the blame and explaining things to her." You hug the goddess and she holds you tight.

"Don't worry about it, kid. It's me who should thank you. I don't know what you did to Levi, but he seems happier. He won't show it because he's a prick, but I can feel it."

You flash Hanji a genuine smile and ask her to fix your veil, to which she gladly accepts before escorting you to the castle grounds. Your mother should do this, but she hated her future groom, or your father, but he was a sick man who only decided to leave you alone because he respected Levi.

Every god and goddess of Olympus is here, even your uncle Poseidon. You emerge from the castle, arm looped around Hanji's and you smirk at Levi's shock. He never thought you could be more beautiful, yet here you are, dressed in silk, flowers on your hand and a thin veil clinging from the peony crown on your head. You catch a glimpse of Demeter before drifting your eyes to your future husband.

"Ladies and gentlemen, gods and goddesses, we have gathered here today to witness and bless the union between Levi, god of the Underworld, and Y/N, goddess of spring." Hanji proudly declares. The ceremony doesn't last too long, and when Levi's lips crush yours in what is your first kiss, thousands upon thousands of plants sprout from the soil, colourful flowers blooming and letting out the sweetest smells known to mankind. Love, he thinks, that's what love smells like.

You're tired from the party, tired from all the talking and mingling, tired from your mother's lecture, and tired from avoiding your father. At least Hera was nice enough to wish you a happy marriage. You pace around your bedroom, sitting on the bed, then standing up again. Levi went to his chamber after the party, but you were expecting, no, you wanted to consume the marriage. You walk to his room, a toga lazily draped over your shoulders, and open the door without a single knock. He's in bed, the only light source being the colourful souls levitating outside his windows. You carefully push the covers and climb into the bed, gently scooching closer to him.

"Psst, husband, are you sleeping?" You poke his shoulder.

"Tch, not anymore." He sighs, not bothering to open his eyes and look at you. "What do you want?"

"Well, I'm glad you asked! Seeing as we're married now, I thought it's only natural for a wife to sleep with her husband." You roll on your side, propping yourself on your elbow. Tentatively, you tug on the fabric of the toga, exposing your shoulders and part of your breasts.

"So sleep." Levi finally lolls his head to the side, facing you. He did not expect to see you sprawled on his bed like that, in a lewd position and a playful smile on your soft lips. "You don't have to do this just because we're married.

"I'm doing it because I want to. And I know you want it, too, Levi." You purr, your fingers grazing over your collarbone.

"It's going to hurt." He warns you, but his hand is already on your thigh.

"I know. But you'll take good care of me, won't you?"

Levi has no idea which one of you is talking — Y/N, goddess of spring, or Y/N, goddess of destruction — and frankly he doesn't even care at this point. As long as he has your approval, he knows he can do whatever he wants. You pull him into a sloppy kiss, obviously inexperienced, but he likes it that way. He likes that you have no idea what you're doing because he can be in control. His hand runs up and down your thigh and you can feel heat building in your core.

"Tingles..." You mumble in his lips with a hazy smile.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" Levi pulls away and you nod. "Show me."

You feel embarrassed and small, but obey nonetheless. Your hand travels between your legs and your fingers touch your already swollen clit, rubbing it in circular motions. Levi watches you with hungry eyes, wanting very hard to abstain, but he can't, and so he takes your nipple in his hot mouth. You whimper at the new sensation, electricity shooting through your body as he snakes a hand between your thighs, two fingers diving into your cunt.

"Ah! L-Levi! So big!" You mewl and he throws his head back, releasing your poor nipple.

"That's nothing compared to what you'll get, you needy brat." He curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot, and you buck your hips. Despite being a virgin, your body naturally knows what to do. Your spongy walls clench around his digits and Levi can already feel how tight you'll be around his cock. "You're so wet."

"Is t-that a good thing?" You're innocent and pure and you rock your hips back and forth, pathetic moans escaping your lips.

"Fuck, yes." Levi kisses you, and it's nothing like the kiss from your wedding. It's desperate and greedy, and he wants you all to himself. The pace quickens, he's pumping his fingers in and out of you faster and you don't know what to do, so you keep rubbing your clit and the familiar heat of your orgasm flushes through your body. You come undone on his hand, the sinful, squelching sound echoing in the bedroom.

"It didn't hurt at all!" You look at your husband, but there's a hint of mischief in your voice, a playful glisten in your eyes. Levi clicks his tongue, because the worst — and best — is yet to come, and you know it — you're no saint.

"Come here." Levi orders and yanks you by the hair, his aggressive gesture sending a shiver down your spine and into your cunt. "Be a good girl and open that pretty mouth for me."

You obey and part your luscious lips and then you see his cock for the first time — thick and veiny, it slaps your face as it pops out of his undergarments, the tip grazing over your cheeks.

"Levi that's... that's too big." You chew your lower lip and lean back.

"You'll be fine. You said it yourself, I'll take good care of you." He cups your face with one hand, thumb caressing your chin. "Now suck it. Make sure to use lots of spit."

You feel your cheeks hot and test the waters by giving the glistening tip a few licks, tongue swirling around it. It tastes salty, and you find yourself liking this. Levi pats your head, but you feel him tensing with each movement of your tongue.

"Shit." He curses under his breath and when you look up at him with doe eyes, his heart pounds into his chest. You courageously take the tip into your mouth, and with hollowed cheeks, you move further. "Yeah, just like that. Take it all."

Bobbing your head up and down, you try to take it all, but the girth and length is just too much, and tears pool at your eyes from the lack of air, but also from how good it feels to have a fat cock in your mouth. Muffled moans reverberate in your throat, and Levi can feel the vibrations tickling him. He firmly grabs your nape and holds your head in place.

"Trust me and relax, can you do that for me?"

You half-nod, anxious and somewhat excited for what is about to happen. Your husband rocks his hips back and forth slowly before aggressively fucking your poor throat, and you feel the arousal building in your core again. So much for promising your mother you'd always stay a virgin. You want to touch yourself again, but Levi slaps your hand away and thrusts into your mouth, holding your head still until you choke, your fingernails digging into his arm. The god pulls out and you gasp for air, and he almost feels sorry when he sees your pathetic state.

"A-again!" You flash him your pearls in a sultry smile, spit dripping down your chin. Who knew you liked asphyxiation?

"Needy brat."

"Please!"

"Tch, later. Right now, I want to fuck you." Levi growls and he already has you pinned on the bed, arms above your head and legs spread open for him. His cock presses against your slick slit and you brace yourself for the incoming pain. "If you want me to stop, tell me."

You don't have the time to nod when you feel a burning sensation between your legs. Squeezing your eyes shut, you bury the back of your head into the pillow and grip the sheets so tight your knuckles begin to lose their colour. Levi slowly pushes further, another inch buried in your cunt, and you bite on your lower lip. But you don't tell him to stop, instead your spongy walls clench around his cock and another inch gets lost in you.

You never thought gods could feel such immense pain, yet here you are, with a bloody lip from digging your teeth into it and a sore pussy. But the worst thing faded bit by bit when Levi bottomed out into your cunt. The two of you sit still, your husband allowing you to get used to his girth.

"Do you think I bled?" You ask, eyes filled with tears.

"Probably, but I promise it will never hurt like this from now on." He comforts you before licking the blood from your lips. The gesture makes your cunt flutter and Levi takes it as a sign to go on. Slowly, he rocks his hips back and forth, and the molten pain is replaced by tingles and arousal.

"You good?"

"Y-yes, oh, f- yes!"

"You can say fuck, you know?" Levi thrusts once, and it's so deep you feel his cock brush over your cervix.

"Fuck!" You cry out, legs wrapping around his waist to make sure he doesn't pull out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Good girl."

There's no more room for gentle touches and soothing words when your husband fucks you raw. Your hips buck against his to feel that sweet pressure you never knew you longed for. In and out, his cock makes you feel sore and hazy, and you want more. The sound of his balls slapping your ass makes your mouth water and your eyes glossy, and Levi feels selfish. He pulls out, turns you over and takes you from behind, like a rabid dog fucking a bitch in heat. And you are in heat — you love the way his thrusts make you feel dumb, the way his cock stretches you, the way he uses and abuses your tight little cunt. Everything is so new to you and you adore every bit of it.

"Shit, I'm close." Levi warns you, his fingers digging into your hips, and you want to be good for him, so you drag your hand between your thighs and rub your swollen clit in frantic motions.

"L-Leeevi! I think I'm-"

"Fuck!"

When you feel a hot liquid shooting into you, your legs begin to tremble and you come on his cock, head falling onto the pillow with a heavy sigh. He pulls out and you already miss the feeling of being full, your juices mixed with his own dripping down out of you, down your thigh. You curl up next to your husband, hand holding his arm before you drift to sleep.

A sweet smell fills Levi's nostrils and when he looks at your tired body, there’s flowers in your messy hair. He still can't get used to the way your divine, disorganised powers work, but at least now he knows what's been missing from his life, and the corners of his mouth slightly twist upwards into a genuine smile. The god of the dead, in love with and married to the goddess of spring. Order and chaos blending together in one beautiful, perfectly arranged mess.

It’s fate. It must be fate that brought you together — but it’s love that will keep you together.

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spencers-renaissance · 3 years

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I turn and reach for you

Summary: Three months after Hankel, Spencer starts getting terrible nightmares that keep him up at night. He tries desperately to keep his secret until one day when it's all too much to bear anymore. Luckily, Derek Morgan is there to hold him together as he falls apart.

Tags: nightmares, hurt/comfort, ptsd, angst with a happy ending, fluff, literal sleeping together, getting together, post-revelations TW: past non-con drug use mentioned once in passing

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 2.1k

Masterlist // Read on AO3 // Bad Things Happen Bingo

This feels the "Nightmares" square on my Bad Things Happen bingo card, and was written for this prompt by @i-write-whump. Title from a poem by Devon Strang.

After Spencer is kidnapped by Tobias Hankel, he stays with Derek. Nobody on the team wants him to be alone, and he’s always felt the most comfortable with him, so it makes sense. Besides, he’s got the space.

Spencer sometimes wonders whether the team pushed so hard for it because they genuinely believed that, logistically, Derek was the best option, or because they could also see the slow-burning romance simmering under the surface of their relationship. They’ve always had a special friendship, but Spencer can feel the growing tension: the deep and intense looks they share mid-case, the lingering touches on backs and arms, the affection leaking into each ‘pretty boy’ and every ‘Der’.

Perhaps if Hankel never came into the picture they’d already be together — it really had felt like they were on the precipice of something special — but it’s three months later and Spencer’s still sleeping in the spare room; there’s still just as much will they, won’t they lingering in the air between them.

He tries not to mind too much. After all, he’s never had so much free access to the man he’s pined after for years now, and they’re living in each other’s pockets. Almost every waking hour is spent in one another’s company: they cook together, eat together, watch films together, and neither of them are showing any sign of getting sick of it. But every time they’re cooking pasta and Derek says something ridiculous, Spencer wishes he was allowed to lean in and kiss the tip of his nose; every time they sit down to watch something together, he wishes he could burrow into his side and rest his head in the crook of his neck.

(Sometimes, Spencer wishes he could rewind to the weeks immediately after the Hankel incident when Derek would carry him around the flat to keep him off his broken feet; when he could press his face into his shoulder and inhale the scent of complete and utter safety.)

It’s almost torturous, being so close yet so far.

He isn’t quite sure why the nightmares start so late. The nights during the first couple of months are blissfully dreamless, so exhausted from the physical and emotional trauma that sleep was a tantalising escape, but once he’s back in the field, once normal life resumes, everything changes.

The first time he wakes up sweating and panting, heart pounding as he tries to convince himself that he’s no longer in Hankel’s clutches but is safe and sound in Derek’s apartment, he dismisses it as a one-off. He hasn’t had nightmares yet, so why should they start now? He doesn’t go back to sleep that night, too shaken to relax back into the comforting embrace of sleep, too afraid of deception: that he wouldn’t sleep dreamlessly but that the nightmare would be waiting for him once again.

The second time worries him. He gets up this time and gets a glass of water as quietly as possible, leaning with his back against the kitchen counter as he ponders what this could mean for him. The thing is, they’re so incredibly vivid. It really feels like he’s back at the mercy of a three-in-one torturer armed with drugs and belts and guns, genuinely unsure of whether he’ll ever see his family again. He doesn’t go back to sleep this time, either, instead pacing around the living room until Derek wakes up. He lies that he’s only been up for half an hour, and Derek believes him.

The third time solidifies for Spencer the fact that this is a problem. Three is a pattern, everybody knows that, and Spencer spends the rest of the night scouring the internet for studies conducted around delayed trauma responses and discovers the prevalence of delayed-onset PTSD. He’s tempted to contact a professor he met during his third PhD who specialised in the psychology of trauma, but he thinks better of it. Admitting these nightmares would be admitting defeat.

This is something he has to deal with alone.

(He ignores the truth that it’s more fear than anything else that keeps him from telling anyone: fear of being seen as weak, fear of nothing changing, fear of voicing his trauma out loud. It’s easier to pretend it’s about independent agency.)

It doesn’t affect him too much at first. Sure, he’s scared to go to sleep and he sweats so profusely that it soaks through his bedsheets almost every night, but he’s managing. He’s okay. He contributes just as much to their profiles and takes down unsubs without flinching. He dances around Derek like they have done for over a year, and he sits through Dr Who marathons with Penelope just fine. So what if he’s a bit tired? He’s stared down some of America’s Most Wanted and interviewed famous serial killers, he can cope with a little fatigue.

It doesn’t stay that easy for long.

Soon everybody’s asking about the bags under his eyes, his slower reaction times when they visit the gun range, his twitchiness around the team.

“Are you sleeping okay, Spencer?” Penelope asks him one day, brushing a curly lock of hair behind his ears as they sit side by side on the sofa next to a conked out Derek.

He can’t nod his head quick enough. “Yeah! Yes, uh. Yes, Penelope, I’m sleeping fine, I promise,” he says as convincingly as he can, flashing her a smile. He hates lying to her, but he can’t let anyone find out, he just can’t.

Slowly, he begins losing his grip on reality. He’s almost delusional from the sleep deprivation, and he starts seeing Hankel everywhere he goes. He’s stood behind the fridge door, in the foyer of the FBI Headquarters, in the toilets of a local police station, stood right behind the unsub they’re currently trying to talk down, goddamnit.

He’s beyond exhausted, but some nights he still refuses to sleep, too afraid of what awaits him in his dreams, too afraid of the fear he knows he’ll carry into the next day, too afraid of feeling weak again. Helpless. Completely and utterly without agency.

He sits up with his back against the headboard, the main light off but the lamp switched on, scrolling through as many scholarly articles as he can read in a night, drinking cup after cup of steaming black coffee. Most nights he makes it through till morning without sleeping a wink, but sometimes he can’t stop himself from drifting off The nightmares on those nights are the worst.

He isn’t okay and people are starting to notice. Everyone’s walking on eggshells around him right now, but he knows it won’t be long before Penelope organises an intervention that Hotch hosts and Derek directs. The worst part about it is that he feels like a trainwreck waiting to happen. He’s headed straight for complete and utter collapse, and the only possible way to stop the train in its tracks is to reach out and get help, the one thing he can’t get himself to do.

And he isn’t even really sure why.

It all comes to a head on a warm night in July. He’d fallen into bed that night deliberately, actually intending to sleep for once. The bone-deep tiredness had finally caught up to him and he didn’t even care that he was walking straight into the arms of Tobias Hankel, if it meant he got even an iota of refreshing sleep, then it would be worth it.

But he isn’t quite of the same mind when he wakes up at two in the morning like he does almost every night: soaked in sweat with his heart going a million beats per minute, with only one difference. Tonight, he’s crying.

Maybe it’s the emotional turmoil of the last few months catching up to him, or maybe it’s just the severity of this particular dream, but whatever it is, he can’t seem to stop even once he’s awake. Sobs wrack his shoulders as he cries miserably into the pillow, finally letting out the emotions he’s kept bottled up so tightly, and he’s almost wailing after a couple of minutes of anguish.

All he can think as he cries helplessly is how badly he wants Derek. He wants to be wrapped up in his strong and safe embrace, he wants to feel the movement of his soft goatee against his cheek, he wants to inhale the comforting scent of his sleep t-shirts, he wants the warmth and solace that only Derek Morgan can give him, and in that moment, emotionally distraught and so incredibly sleep-deprived, he decides to get it.

He stumbles out of his bedroom and down the hall, stopping once he reaches Derek’s door. He hesitates for only a second before he pushes it open slowly, allowing the light from the lamp they keep switched on in the hallway to gently illuminate the shadows of his bedroom.

“Spencer?” Derek asks groggily, immediately sitting up and wiping his eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you crying?”

At the acknowledgement of his tears, Spencer starts to cry harder, and as embarrassed as he feels, he can’t slow the steady stream of tears rolling down his face as he stands in the doorway like a child in their parents’ room.

“Spence,” Derek says again, gentle and sympathetic, “come here.” He lifts the duvet up and scooches over slightly as if to make room for him in his already spacious king-size bed.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, though, and he stumbles forward, collapsing into bed and wrapping himself around Derek instantly. His arms come up to circle Spencer’s waist, caressing him gently as he holds him close to his body, shushing him quietly.

“It’s okay, Spence,” he murmurs. “I’m here now, alright? We’re gonna fix whatever it is, I promise you. We’ll get through this. You’ll get through this.”

He lets himself cry and cry and cry until his tears are dried up and he’s hiccupping from the force of his sobs. He would feel terrible about the damp spot left on Derek’s t-shirt, but he simply doesn’t have the energy. Instead, he continues to lie there on Derek’s chest, listening to his softly spoken assurances and losing himself in the sensation of Derek’s fingertips caressing the skin of his waist.

After a couple of minutes of silence, interrupted only by the odd hiccup from Spencer’s tired lungs, Derek finally asks the question. “What was that all about, pretty boy?” he asks with a tenderness Spencer isn’t sure he’s ever heard before. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Been having nightmares,” Spencer whispers, keeping his eyes closed against Derek’s imploring gaze.

He feels Derek tense beneath him, his fingers briefly pausing before resuming their comforting patterns on his waist, and a heavy breath escapes his lips. “For how long?”

“Last couple of months,” he mumbles, and somehow another tear manages to escape Spencer’s screwed up eyes.

“Well,” Derek sighs, “I suppose that explains a lot. We’ve been so worried about you, Spencer. We had no idea what was going on but we could all see you withdrawing, and it wasn’t exactly a secret how exhausted you were.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Derek says sadly. “I should’ve pushed harder to figure out what was going on with you. I’m so sorry you’ve had to deal with this all alone.”

“I didn’t know how to tell anyone,” Spencer says, suddenly desperate to explain as he shifts slightly to look Derek in the eye. “I was so scared and I didn’t want anyone to think that I was weak or I couldn’t do my job anymore, and I just didn’t know what to do.”

“I know, Spence,” Derek says soothingly, “but you’ve told me now, haven’t you? And I’m going to do everything I can to get you some help. We’ll fix this, baby. I promise you, I’m going to make sure you’re happy and healthy again if it’s the last thing I do, okay?”

Spencer sniffs a little, wiping tiredly at his eyes as he blinks up at the sincerity on Derek’s face. For the first time in far too long he manages a smile. “Okay.”

Derek runs a hand through his hair before dropping a kiss to the top of his head. “Do you want to sleep here tonight?”

Spencer’s smile widens and he buries his face in Derek’s chest again as his cheeks flush red. “Please.”

Months later, they’ll realise they never officially asked one another to be in an actual, exclusive relationship. Months later, they’ll know instinctively and with absolute certainty that this night was the night that changed everything for them, and exactly one year later, they’ll celebrate their first anniversary on that date.

Tonight, though, they sleep curled up next to one another in Derek’s bed, and although Spencer doesn’t fall into the same dreamless sleep he grew used to immediately after Hankel, for once he isn’t haunted by nightmares, but dreams inflected with hope for what the future holds for them, and he’ll take that over dreamlessness any day.

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writersblog20 · 3 years

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survival

Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston and Chris Evans x reader platonic

Warning: angst!!! Mention of readers death but she’s not actually dead. Terrorist attack? Stabbing, Anxiety, language, lots of injuries but after that a lot of fluff as the boys take care of her

Words: 3K

A/N: this came up because of the song Survivor by 2WEI. Idk I just wanted to get this out of my head. I absolutely don’t mean any harm or want to offend anyone. If I do please tell me because I’m very sorry then!

You were in your hotel room. You visited your friend Sebastian, Tom and Chris. You became friends because you photographed them since you were a photographer you were actually friends with the whole Marvel cast but mostly closer to the three boys. You were supposed to hang out tonight but plans changed….. you texted them that everything was ready and they told you in the group chat that they were on their way. You wanted to respond but all of a sudden you heard a loud bang followed with a couple more.

It was too loud to be a gunshot. You quickly got up and looked out of the door. Other people were running down the hallway. What happened? You asked someone who was running by. “We don’t know but they said it was a terrorist attack.” The men told you and run away when another bang was heard. There was smoke everywhere and everything went by so fast. You tried the exit but it was locked. And of course it was just your luck that you were on the highest floor of the hotel.

You didn’t saw anyone anymore. You started to panic and ran down the stairs but obviously that took a little while but adrenaline rushed through your veins. You saw a fire on the fourth floor. You got your scarf and wrapped it around your face, except your eyes, so there would be minimum smoke in your lungs and for the fire. Luckily for you a lot of friends of your mom were firefighters so you kind off knew what to do. You ran downstairs but on every floor you called if someone was there who needed help. On the second floor you heard someone scream for help. You quickly ran to the person and helped them up. All the power in the hotel was out so you used your flashlight on your phone. The fire illuminated on your faces. How many stairs you took down how hotter it got.

You helped three people out yet. And one was hanging onto you because the woman couldn’t walk. You all made your way downstairs and finally got to the main floor. You passed the woman over to the men that was walking with you. You almost made it out until you heard someone screaming. You turned around and saw a man underneath some obstacles so he couldn’t get out. “bring her outside” I told them and they quickly made their way. I ran over to the men and tilted the beams off of him. you put his arm around your shoulder and got him up on his feet while you supported him. You were the only one left in the hotel and you knew you both had to get out there quickly. The whole hotel was ruined and in flames. You made it to the door.

Boys Pov

We made it to the hotel and to our shock it was up in flames. “Where is Y/N??” Sebastian said while looking around in panic. There were photographers around taking pictures, people crying, firefighters, ambulance and police everywhere. “I don’t see her” Tom said while getting panicked as well. “she has to be here somewhere” Chris said. “Well, call her then!” Sebastian said feeling frustrated and scared. They made their way were the firefighters were. Tom tried calling you but got no answer. “she isn’t picking up.” “Where the fuck is she???” Chris said angry. They tried to look around but then they saw two persons coming out of the hotel. “you have got to be kidding me right now!” Sebastian said frustrated. “okay well, at least she’s out” Chris said. They all took a breather. “Is that Y/N?” they heard one of the firefighters say. They looked at each other in surprise. “God fucking dammit Y/N” they heard a other firefighter say. “you know Y/N?” Chris asked them. “yes she’s our girl. We’ve known her since she was a little girl.” The other one said. “we could’ve known she would do this we just didn’t know she was inside.” They all got ready to help you. A police officer came insight. “we still haven’t found the people who’ve done this but we believe there is still one inside” the officer said. They all looked your way with scared faces “oh god” Tom said barrable. “do something!” Chris yelled angry. “we can’t. we don’t know if he’s armed. We could risk her life then” one of the firefighter said. They all looked scared at you.

Your pov

You didn’t notice so many people or even the boys. You were too busy to help yourself and the men. He suddenly stepped in front of you. You looked confused at him. he held you by your shoulders for support. At least that’s what you thought. “oh my, you really have a good heart. Too good for your own will. The men said and you puzzled it together but before you could do anything the men stabbed you and pushed you back inside of the hotel. You fell really hard on a beam. You heard something in your back crack. You let out a whimper and you couldn’t move it hurts too much. Your breath became rapid. You looked up and saw a couple of firefighters run towards the hotel but more beams fell in front of the door and one on your leg. You led out a loud scream.

Third person pov

They saw the men stab you. They were all in shock and after that the men pushed you inside again. They wanted to run towards you but they got stopped by the police. They saw the firefighters ran towards you but then the beams fell. They heard you scream and it went through their bones. Tears fell on their cheek. Chris fell onto his knees.

Your Pov

The smoke and fire got worse. “Okay I have to get out of here. This is not going to happen” you said to yourself. You tried to lift up the beam and you heard the firefighters scream for you but everything sounded muffled and you heard a loud ringing in your ears. You couldn’t talk. You were in shock. You finally moved the beam with a lot of pain. Suddenly adrenaline flooded through your body and you didn’t feel the pain anymore only the sting of your leg. You got hardly up. You looked around and thought about the kitchen. You stumbled over to the kitchen and saw the exit door. “please, please, please be open” you prayed. You got to the door and it was open. Tears of relief streamed down but you knew you weren’t there yet. You stumbled out and all of a sudden there was a big explosion. You flew through the small alley and fell to the ground almost knocking you out but you used all your energy to keep going. “almost, keep going” you said out loud.

Third person pov

There it was a big explosion. The firefighters flew backwards on the ground. Chris put his head between his knees sobbing. Sebastian and Tom fell on their knees. Tears falling. Tom put his hands on his head out of disbelief. Sebastian hid his face in his hands towards the ground. It was like time stopped and everyone around them was in slow motion. After a couple of minutes the firefighters came back looking defeated. Sebastian stood up he couldn’t believe it he refused to. “Isn’t there a way that she survived?” he asked on of the firefighter who knew you. The firefighter had tears in his eyes “oh I’m sorry didn’t you see the explosion?” he asked Sebastian sarcastically and angry. “there is no way anyone would have survived an explosion like that! So no!” he screamed at Sebastian.

Sebastian looked at the hotel what was now fully covered in flames. “hey someone is over there!” one of the officers yelled. Everyone looked at the alley. They saw you stumble to them. “oh my god, she’s alive” Tom said in disbelieve. The firefighters came running towards you as well Tom, Sebastian and Chris.

Your Pov

When you knew people saw you for help you fell to the ground. One of the firefighters you knew took off his helmed. “hey kid, you’re okay. We’re gonna get you some help okay? You need to keep holding on okay?” he said and you nodded. Tears were streaming down your face. He called for the medics. You saw Chris, Tom and Sebastian running towards you. Tom on one side and Sebastian on the other as they held your hand. Tom wiped away his tears only to be replaced with new ones. “hey darling, just hold on okay? We’re not going to leave your side. we’re here now.” Tom said. You felt yourself get tired as you saw the medics running towards you. “doll please stay awake” Sebastian begged you as his hand cupped your face. “we need you, please Y/N” Chris said but everything went black.

You heard beeping and a pang of pain through your body. You groaned and you felt someone holding your hand tighter. “Y/N, doll?” you could pick that voice out of millions. “Seba?” you asked but more said. You slowly opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was his face. He smiled at you and cupped your face. “my god Y/N, we thought we lost you. Please don’t ever do that again okay?” you smiled sadly and just nodded. Tom walked in and saw you were awake. “oh love,” he said walking faster towards you. “how are you feeling?” he asked you “I’m in a lot of pain” you told him. he kissed the top of your head. “did you call the nurses yet?” he asked Sebastian. “I’m going to do that now” he said and made his way towards the nurses.

“your going to be okay, love. We’re going to take care of you okay? No need to worry. We love you so much” he told you as his thumb caressed your cheek. Chris made his way in as well and told you the same Tom told you. They told what kind of injuries you head and how to treat them but for now you needed rest and meds. You could go home in two days if everything went alright. The boys never left your side. one day Tom stayed with you and in the night Sebastian was there and in the morning Chris. They all took turns to take care of you. It was night time and Sebastian swayed in.

“hello gorgeous” he said with a smirk what made you blush a little. He had a basket with stuff with him. he held up his computer up. “Netflix. You can choose” you giggled a little. Are you sure about that Stan? He smirked “everything for my favorite lady” he said with a wink which made you blush and roll your eyes. he said down in the chair and gave you the computer. You searched through the movies. You saw bridget jones diary and you looked at Sebastian. He rolled his eyes “really?” he asked and you just smirked “you said I could choose” he groaned a little put he actually didn’t mind at all but he wouldn’t admit it. “fine but you don’t tell the others!” you grinned. You played the movie and he watched you more than the movie. “Seba, you’re staring at me for the past 10 minutes now” you said. He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry” he said softly. You looked at him. “Can you lay next to me?” he looked at you kind off surprised, “of course darling” he said sweetly. You moved a little bit and groaned of the pain which made him look up fast. “it’s okay, I’m okay” you told him. he just nodded and crawled careful in the hospital bed with you. He put his arm behind your head so you can rest on his shoulder. You carefully moved so you could cuddle with Sebastian. At first he didn’t know how to behave but he couldn’t deny he loved this. He started to play with your hair and you both watched the movie until you fell asleep.

When you woke up you were still in Sebastian’s arms. He was still asleep and Chris walked in with flowers. He was surprised to see you and Sebastian like that but he just smiled and winked at you. “how are you feeling today sweetheart” he asked you “not much better but I believe that’s going to take a while. And to be honest with you, I’m scared” you told Chris honestly while he looked concerned at you. “I get scared by every hard noise I hear. I see the men in my dreams, I have nightmares and my anxiety….. it’s just hard” you told him truthfully while trying to hold back the tears but failing miserably. Sebastian woke up and heard what you told Chris. He softly went with his hand through your hair to calm you down a bit. Tom came in as well as he heard everything. “we will never let anything happen to you again Y/N. I promise that” he stood up and wiped the tears away and gave you a kiss on the top of your head.

When Sebastian and Chris left Tom started to read to you. Your anxiety got worse through the day as you started to get a panic attack. You couldn’t contain and control your breath. Tom called the nurses and gave you some calming meds. “I’ll get you some chamomile tea, sweetheart” one of the nurses said. Tom held your hand and gave kisses on top of your hand. He talked to you and started to tell you some funny stories. It helped you and you started to laugh again when you got calmer.

After two day’s you were allowed to go home. Chris helped you get out of bed and gave you the crutches. When you got outside there was paparazzi everywhere and they wanted to know your story. You just looked down as panic started to rise again. You looked at Chris a little panicky. Security made way through the people to get you too your car safely. You saw the firefighters helping all of a sudden. When you were all out of the way from people one of the firefighters walked towards you. “Hey kid” he smiled at you. “hey” you said with a smirk. “you’re a hero you know that? You helped people out of that building. If you didn’t they wouldn’t have survived that. You always surprise me Y/L/N.” you started to blush. But his face turned seriously. “But don’t you dare to ever do something like that again. When something happens you get out, you hear me?” you knew he would give you shit someday. “can’t do that. I learned from the best ya know” you told him. he gave you a smile and hugged you “I know. I’m sorry. We just love you very much” you nodded “I love you too” and with that you made your way to the set where they were filming the avengers.

The trailers of the boys were there and they decided that you would stay there with them. The trailers were big enough and RDJ already proposed that if you wanted to get a bath you could in his trailer. You decided to stay with Sebastian but you couldn’t help to feel guilty but the boys would quickly change your mind on that. They really insisted on it. When you arrived on set the whole crew was standing there and they were all clapping for you. They all gave you hugs and told you sweet things Scarlett told you that if you got tired from the boys ,like she sometimes got, you would have a girls night. You told her that you loved that idea. Tom got some of your stuff. While Sebastian helped you lay down on the comfortable couch. there was a big screen in front of you. This trailer made you feel like you were living in a trailer. It was very luxuries. Chris got you something to drink.

It made your heart warm up from all the love and care you received. You couldn’t wish for better friends. It started to get late. They all gave you the tv remote. You decided on Y/F/M ( your favorite movie). They didn’t even groaned at your choice. The couch was a sort of bed. Like you could pull it out and then you would have a bed. But it wasn’t like a bed for two persons it was like a huge couch so you laid against Sebastian and Tom at the same time and now and then Chris and Tom would switch around when the other would get some drinks. After that they would bicker because the other person stole their place and would be cuddled up against you. It made you smile and giggle every time. You believed that they would do it on purpose just so they would see you laugh. Sebastian would just play with your hair as he held you close and smile when you did and just looked at you with love in his eyes and would place kisses on your head.

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ikeromantic · 3 years

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First Day

This is an Ikemen Sengoku coffee shop AU. Approx 1700 words. Nobunaga, the owner of Azuchi Cafe, hires a girl to work in his coffee shop alongside his other oddball employees.

Pastry Chef and little rain cloud: Ieyasu Tokugawa

Head Chef and irredeemable flirt: Masamune Date

Dining Room Manager and rule-master: Hideyoshi Toyotomi

Barista and most popular kid in your class: Ranmaru Mori

Barista and coffee disaster: Mitsunari Ishida

Accountant and walking bad-boy vibe: Mitsuhide Akechi

I have never written a coffee shop AU and I have no idea what I'm doing.

Nobunaga unlocked the back door at 3am. It was so early most people would still call it night, but he enjoyed the peace and quiet at this hour. As if he were the sole living human in a world of stray cats and blinking traffic lights.

He flipped on the lights and began morning prep. As the owner of Azuchi Cafe, he didn’t need to be the shop opener, but he was the kind of man who’d never ask his employees to do something he wouldn’t do himself. This meant he often worked from opening until close, cleaning the kitchen at 10pm. It was something he was proud of, even if it was exhausting some days.

Ieyasu arrived a few minutes later, along with the morning shipment. Fresh fruit, cream, some new coffee bean varieties, and other items he stocked daily. The blond was quiet as he helped unload. Not a morning person, not by a longshot.

Once the crates were inside, Ieyasu made a beeline for the espresso machine and had two cups on the counter before Nobunaga completed his inventory check.

The blond downed both cups and then got started in the kitchen. He was too smart for a cafe job - easily one of the best bakers Nobunaga had ever met. And this cafe was blessed with two, though the other man was a polar opposite of the silent, serious Ieyasu Tokugawa.

As if thinking of him summoned him, the back door swung open and in swaggered Masamune. “Good morning!” His voice was loud and vibrant, as always. He never needed caffeine to feel awake - Masamune was naturally caffeinated.

“D’you have to be so loud?” Ieyasu glared.

“Do you have to be such a grouch?” Masamune raised his one eyebrow. His other eye was covered with a pirate-style eyepatch. The look wasn’t just for effect. He’d lost his left eye to a childhood illness, but that hadn’t dampened his spirit or enthusiasm.

Ieyasu held up a dough covered middle finger in response and went back to making croissants.

Masamune put a hand to his heart. “Such cruelty.”

“Stop bickering and start cooking.” Nobunaga tried to sound stern but couldn’t help the little smile on his lips.

The two of them did, though the grumbling and sniping never really stopped.

While Ieyasu handled bakery items, Masamune was in charge of the grill. Hot sandwiches, soups, and whatever else he decided to put on the menu. Nobunaga had given up trying to restrain him. The man was a genius cook, and whatever he made sold, so it made sense to give him his head.

Akechi showed up next. Mitsuhide was an accountant by trade, with a law degree besides. He didn’t technically work at the shop, but he did the books and didn’t charge much for the work. Nobunaga wasn’t sure why he spent so much time at the cafe, but he’d become a fixture. Showing up before opening to do Azuchi’s books and then sitting in the dining area, working on his laptop for hours.

“Anything I should know about,” Nobunaga called, before Mitsuhide disappeared into the cafe office.

“If there was, I’d tell you. Probably.” Mitsuhide gave him his trademark smile, sly like a fox.

“It’s that probably that worries me.” Nobunaga frowned. He didn’t actually believe Mitsuhide would sabotage him. Not after so many years as a client. But with that man, you never quite knew where you stood.

Akechi shrugged. “I can’t think of a reason not to - but you never know.” He disappeared into the office, and soon the only sound from that room was the clacking of a keyboard.

The sky to the east was beginning to lighten, the stars fading from view. It would be time to open soon. As if on cue, Mitsunari showed up with Ranmaru in tow. They were the baristas, taking orders, making coffee, and serving the sit-down diners.

“Isn’t it a beautiful morning?” Mitsunari said this to Ieyasu’s back as he passed him.

The blond snorted. “It looks like every morning. Literally, exactly the same.”

“And every morning is beautiful.” Mitsunari Ishida smiled. “I am so lucky to work with such wonderful people. It will be a great day. I can feel it.”

Ranmaru laughed. “Absolutely. Just ignore old grumble-pants here. We are going to have an awesome day.”

“I am not old,” Ieyasu snapped.

“You are compared to me!” Ranmaru was the youngest in the crew, and he liked to remind the others about it.

“That’s enough. Get up to the front and prep the display. Both of you.” Nobunaga pointed toward the front counter.

Ranmaru gave him a pouty look, but did as he was told. Despite his penchant for causing trouble in the kitchen, he was great with customers, and pretty reliable.

Mitsunari didn’t seem to realize he’d been in the middle of the bickering. He just smiled and followed Ranmaru to the front.

That one, Nobunaga thought, was dangerous. At first impression, Mitsunari Ishida seemed like an airhead. Cheerful to the point of being vapid, and clumsy as well. But he could take orders faster than anyone else, remember which customer had which preference, and quote the menu without a glance at the board on the wall. He was great, so long as you didn’t ask him to pour the coffee.

At opening, Hideyoshi finally sidled in. He was the dining room manager, in charge of the servers, and everything on the front end. Nobunaga trusted him implicitly. Most cafe owners had to worry about theft and inattention from their cash-handling employees, but not him. Not with Hideyoshi Toyotomi at the counter. That man was a veritable saint, if sometimes a little melodramatic about his service.

“I know you told me I didn’t need to be here until 10, since you open. But I couldn’t let you handle everything alone.” Hideyoshi’s version of ‘good morning’ as he tied his apron on.

Nobunaga sighed. “You are my closing manager, Hideyoshi. You’re going to be stuck here until 10 or 11 tonight . . . and you realize, I do have employees here, helping, right?”

Toyotomi nodded. “Sure, sure. But extra hands always help with morning rush, right?”

“Right. And that’s why I have a new hire coming in at 8.” Nobunaga sighed.

“A new hire?” Mitsunari’s violet gaze lit up. “Will I get to train them?”

“Don’t be stupid,” Ieyasu grumbled. “We want them to make coffee, not learn how to dump the pot on the floor.”

“Stop being so mean,” Ranmaru sniped back, defending Mitsunari.

“Hey, hey! The new employee isn’t gonna get trained by any of you. Clearly, the boss is going to put them with me. To pass on my culinary genius.” Masamune’s one eye sparkled.

“No, no, and absolutely not,” Nobunaga said, raising his voice. “Hideyoshi and I are going to train them. If the lot of you don’t terrify them into quitting on their first day.”

And that was the end of that discussion. It was 5am and the door opened. The steady stream of customers kept everyone busy for the next few hours. Lattes and cappuccinos, americanos and macchiatos, and decaf for those in denial. The flow began to slack as 8am approached. Most people were at work now, coffee in hand.

Clean-up started in the kitchen, and Hideyoshi began on the dining room.

The glass front door opened at 8am sharp. The new hire walked in. This wasn’t Nobunaga’s first time meeting her, but he still felt a twang in his chest as she smiled brightly at no one in particular.

“I hope I’m not late!”

Hideyoshi eyed her up and down, nodding to himself. Flat shoes, cute but practical. Hair pulled back sensibly - stylish, but not overdone. Professional clothes, fitted and comfortable. He hadn’t been part of the interview but he was feeling pretty positive about this candidate. He gave Nobunaga a nod.

“No, you’re right on time,” Mitsunari replied, leaning on the counter. His angelic smile was fixed on her.

The impact was obvious. One did not face the pure, focused joy of Mitsunari and not feel it. She blinked for a moment, stunned, her cheeks flushing. “Oh. Well that’s good, right?”

“Sure is,” Ranmaru said, coming around the side of the bakery display. He wiped his hands on his apron and held one out to her. “Welcome to Azuchi!”

“Hey, that’s my line,” Nobunaga grumbled.

“Yeah, but I’m cuter when I say it.” Ranmaru’s cheek reply got a chuckle from Masamune.

The one-eyed chef came out from the kitchen to observe. He wasn’t looking for whatever qualities Hideyoshi had, but what he saw made him grin. “Well, lass, I’d say welcome again but that’d make me look like an idiot. How ‘bout I help you put on an apron and show you around the place?”

“Again, my line,” Nobunaga said tiredly.

Ieyasu poked his head out from the back and sighed heavily. “Great. Another fluff head to train. Look, when you get bored listening to these idiots, come find me in the kitchen. I’ll try to teach you to bake. I’m sure you can manage a simple recipe. Probably.”

The girl looked unsure how to respond. She finally shrugged. “Yeah, ok! I’m here to work, so whatever you want to teach me, I want to learn.”

“You’d be better off learning how to keep the books,” said an amused voice behind Ieyasu.

The girl’s eyes darted up as Mitsuhide came out from the back. “Not that I’m hiring. I don’t do internships either,” he continued. He stepped out from behind the counter and closed in on her like a stalking cat. His golden eyes slid down from her face, over her chest and hips, down her legs, and back up, slow as syrup. “Though I can think of some reasons to make an exception.” He handed her a business card. “For when you tire of this service job.”

“Ah, thanks?” She glanced at the card and by the time she looked up again he was gone.

“Everyone, get back to work. I’m handling the new hire. You’ll all get a chance to train with her. I want her to work swing, so she’ll need to know a little of everything.” Nobunaga clapped once.

The workers all got back to it, though not without plenty of backward glances.

Hideyoshi handed the girl an apron. “Good luck!”

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen nobunaga #ikesen ranmaru #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen mitsunari #ikesen masamune #ikesen ieyasu #coffee shop au #fanfiction #fanfic #otome guys #otome #fluff

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beifongsss · 4 years

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nightmares [sokka]

Pairing: Sokka x reader (hopefully the tags work this time)

Summary: Another request from an anon. “ your writing is so good aa!! what about having to share a bed w zuko (or sokka tbh i’m a simp for both) for a couple nights bc there weren’t enough beds for everyone and no one else wanted to “. First of all: thank you!! I’m glad you enjoy my writing :) <3. Second of all, the ideas I had for this fic just seemed to work best with Sokka so forgive me for not choosing Zuko.

Also, I apologize if I haven’t gotten to your request. Some of them really stump me and I have trouble with planning out a fic so some of them might be done in bullet format instead of a fic.

Note!! Suki and Sokka didn’t happen!! pls i’m sorry.

masterlist.

It had been Aang’s idea to go back to Ember Island to celebrate Zuko’s coronation. Zuko, although hesitant, eventually agreed. The royal family’s beach house stood empty and Zuko was finally ready to go back, finally being part of a happy family once more.

It was a larger group than originally anticipated. You had accidentally let it slip to Suki, who then let it slip to Ty Lee, who then informed Mai. The beach house seemed too crowded, not that anyone minded. The only issue was that there weren’t enough rooms to house everyone, even with Zuko and Mai sharing a room already.

The ones who were left didn’t want to share a room, claiming that it was supposed to be a relaxing getaway and that sharing a room with someone wouldn’t exactly be relaxing.

“Alright, alright,” Aang had finally said, his Avatar peacemaking skills coming out. “Look, there’s not enough rooms for everyone to have their own so two of us will need to double up.”

Grumbles spread throughout the group as Aang’s words settled in.

“Listen,” Zuko said. “Whoever chooses to double up can have the master bedroom. Trust me, that bed is big enough to share without ever touching each other.”

“C’mon everyone,” Katara said, picking up a hat. “Write your names on a piece of paper, put them in here, and then Zuko will choose.”

Everyone did as told, crossing their fingers and holding their breaths as Zuko moved his hand around, shuffling the papers before picking one out.

“Okay the first person is,” Zuko began, unfolding the paper. “(Y/N)!”

You huffed silently, crossing your arms and ignoring the relieved sighs of everyone else.

“Don’t celebrate yet, there’s still one person left to choose,” Zuko said, rummaging around the hat again. Everyone went silent once again, waiting with baited breath as the prince Fire Lord plucked another piece of paper out of the hat. A large smirk spread across his face as he silently read the name. Looking up, he made eye contact with the water tribe boy, aiming a teasing glance at him. “The second person is Sokka.”

The group went wild, but not in celebration. Everyone knew about the feelings that the water tribe boy had for you, and everyone knew that you liked him as well. Everyone, that is, except for the two of you. You both remained oblivious to the way the other felt, causing everyone else to feel frustration whenever the two of you interacted.

“Alright,” Katara said clapping her hands to get everybody’s attention. “Let’s go get settled in and meet at the beach in thirty minutes.”

Everyone made their way to their respective rooms and you found yourself following Sokka as he entered the master bedroom. You looked around the room, gazing at the decor and the large window. There was a balcony outside, giving a clear view of the beach. The bed was pushed against a wall, a fluffy loveseat off to the side and a dresser pushed up against another wall.

“I can uh, I can take the couch,” Sokka’s said, drawing your attention back to him. He was standing in the middle of the room, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided your gaze.

You glanced at the bed. Zuko hadn’t been lying, it was ridiculously large. Breathing in, you turned back to Sokka. “N-No. It’s okay we can share the bed.”

Sokka’s eyes widened, causing you to backtrack. “Unless you don’t w-want to. That’s-”

“No!” Sokka yelled, a little too loud. He quickly cleared his throat. “No. We can share. I don’t mind.”

You nodded silently, face burning in embarrassment before grabbing your swimsuit and heading into the bathroom to change. Once you were gone, Sokka sat on the bed, burying his face in his hands as he wondered just how he was going to survive these next few days sleeping in the same bed as you.

The rest of the day passed normally. You had helped Aang and Toph build a sand Appa, gone surfing with Katara, and even learned a few tricks from Ty Lee.

It was nice to have everyone together, especially now that they didn’t have to worry about the war. Now they had the opportunity to be normal teenagers; well as normal as one could be when Zuko was the Fire Lord and Aang was the avatar. You had gone to a local restaurant for dinner, enjoying each other’s company as you teased and told jokes.

After dinner you had gone to see a play, much to Zuko’s dismay. The Ember Island Players hadn’t gotten any better since the last time you had seen them, causing you all to leave the play early, instead choosing to head to the bustling streets. There was a festival going on, music playing and fireworks blasting as you walked through the town.

A performer jumped out at you, causing you to yelp and grab the hand closest to you. An upward glance told you that it was Sokka who you had grabbed onto. You blushed furiously, smiling softly when you felt his hand tighten around yours. You spent the rest of the night hand in hand, pretending not to notice the teasing glances from Katara and the knowing smirks from Toph.

When you finally got back to the beach house, it was late. Everyone mumbled their good nights and went straight to bed, too exhausted to stay up any later. You collapsed into bed after taking a shower, snuggling into the pillows. You opened one eye when you heard the bathroom door open, humming as you saw Sokka standing at the foot of the bed awkwardly.

“Hurry up and put out the lights,” you mumble keeping your eyes closed as you buried yourself under the covers. Sokka fidgeted and put his hair down before crawling onto the bed, lying down stiffly and putting out the candles at the bedside. You snorted as you shifted, noticing that Sokka was anything but relaxed. “Just go to sleep Sokka. It’s not like I’m gonna bite.”

Sokka blushed at your words before turning onto his side, trying to ignore your body heat as he drifted off to sleep.

It was the middle of the night when you landed on the ground with a dull thud. Sitting up, you looked over to the best, glaring at the water tribe boy when you noticed him lying spread eagle on the bed. He had unintentionally kicked you off the bed as he slept. Shaking your head, you took one of the blankets and made your way over to the couch, silently thanking the royal family for choosing comfy furniture.

It was half past dawn when Sokka was woken up by you shuffling around the room. Groaning, he sat up, running a hand through his hair before halfheartedly shooting you a glare. “Why are you up so early?”

You jumped slightly when you heard his voice before whirling around, ready to give him hell for kicking you off the bed. Your angry words were cut short however, when you noticed Sokka’s hair was down. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks before turning back around. You had always thought that Sokka was attractive, but something about him with his hair down always got you extremely flustered.

“You kicked me off the bed last night,” you replied flatly, picking up your hairbrush before taking on a teasing tone. “If you didn’t wanna share a bed you should’ve just said so.”

“I-I, no that’s n-not it,” Sokka stuttered, jumping out of bed.

“I’m joking,” you said, turning back around and flashing him a small smile. “Just...try not to kick me tonight okay?”

Sokka silently nodded his head, a sheepish expression on his face as he began to get ready for the day.

The second night came quicker than you anticipated. Ty Lee had proposed a girl’s day and had planned out so many activities that all you wanted to do by the end of the day was sleep. Luckily, you had gotten back before Sokka allowing you to shower and get ready for bed with no distractions.

By the time Sokka had walked in, the candles had been blown out. He smiled softly as he noticed your sleeping figure before showering as well and settling into bed.

Sokka was in the state between being awake and asleep, lying blissfully as he relaxed, when he was woken up by soft whimpers. Looking over to you, he frowned as he noticed a distressed expression on your face, tears beginning to stream down your face. You were having a nightmare.

“(Y/N)?” he whispered softly, not wanting to wake you up harshly. You didn’t respond to his voice, instead flinching in your sleep. Sokka hesitantly reached out to you, laying a hand on your shoulder to try and gently shake you awake. At his touch, you stopped moving, leaning into him. Sokka held his breath as you rolled over, moving closer to him in your sleep. Sighing softly, you nestled your head onto his chest, your scared whimpers subsiding as you relaxed against him. Carefully, Sokka wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to him.

Your breathing evened out once more as you fell into a deep sleep, no longer being plagued by nightmares. Sokka couldn’t help but stare at you in his arms, wondering how someone could be so beautiful. His heart raced as he held you and he found himself pressing a kiss to your forehead before drifting off to sleep as well.

~ The next morning you woke up because of the sunlight coming in through the window and proceeded to snuggle deeper into your pillow to avoid it.

“Good morning,” you heard Sokka chuckle, causing your head to shoot up from what you now knew was his chest, not your pillow.

“S-Sokka!” you exclaimed, trying to pull away from him. “W-What?”

“You were having nightmares,” Sokka mumbled, still half asleep. “You rolled onto me and this seemed to calm you down so I went along with it. Now shush and let me go back to sleep. In case you forgot, you woke me up early yesterday.”

You swallowed as Sokka shifted, blocking the sun for you and still holding you close. His soft snores filled your ears as you thought back to the previous night, realizing he was right after remembering your nightmares. Trying to calm your racing heart, you took another look at him before snuggling into his chest and drifting back off to sleep.

When you woke up again, Sokka was gone. A part of you was glad, knowing that you weren’t fully ready to face him after the previous night. You stepped into the dining room, being greeted by everyone smiling at you. Greeting everyone back, you made your way over to the table, taking a seat next to Aang. Looking up, you made eye contact with Sokka, causing the two of you to look away from each other immediately, blushes on your face. You took a sip of tea.

“So anything interesting happen last night?” Zuko asked, causing you to choke on your tea. You received a few weird glances. You shook your head as others replied.

“What about you Sokka?” Zuko questioned once more, noticing that Sokka was abnormally silent. Sokka glanced at you, his face softening slightly before turning back to the Fire Lord.

“Nope. Nothing at all,” he replied.

“Then why is your heart racing?” Toph asked, an innocent look on her face. Sokka’s face heated up as he shot her a glare (not that she could see it) and kicked her underneath the table, causing her to release a low hiss before kicking back. Your face went even redder, causing Mai to speak up.

“Is it hot in here (Y/N)?” she questioned, exchanging a knowing glance with Zuko.

“N-No,” you replied, looking up at her. “Why?”

Mai picked up her cup of tea, taking a sip before putting it back down, a smirk on her face. “Oh no reason, you just seem a little flushed.”

The rest of your day proceeded normally, with the exception of a few comments made to either you or Sokka, which usually ended with the two of you looking like a bright red mess.

That night, both you and Sokka lied wide awake next to each other. Sleep had been evading the two of you, yet neither one of you had acknowledged it.

It wasn’t until Sokka turned onto his side, facing you, that the silence was broken.

“(Y/N)?” the blue-eyed boy questioned, causing you to turn and face him. You stared at him for a moment, noticing the way his hair fell over his eyes and how his eyes seemed to shine brightly even though it was dark. You didn’t say anything, merely humming in reply to tell him that you had heard him. “What was your nightmare about?”

You hesitated slightly before answering, something that Sokka noticed.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he whispered. “I’m sorry for asking.”

“No,” you replied immediately. “It’s okay. It’s just, it’s not really something I like to think about.”

Sokka nodded in understanding as you breathed in deeply.

“In my nightmare,” you began, looking away from him. “We’re aboard the Fire Nation’s airship fleet. Everything is going as planned until it’s not. Suddenly there we are, separated from Suki and Toph and you’re hanging on to the railing of the ship. I keep trying to get to you but there’s just so much fire and debris and I can’t reach you until all of a sudden I can. But when I reach you, you’re gone. You’re gone and Suki and Toph are crying and I’m crying because I wasn’t strong enough to save you.”

“Y-Your nightmares are about me?” Sokka asked, staring at you with a look that can only be described as a mix between sadness and astonishment. You nodded, still not meeting his eyes. “Why?”

“Because I’m afraid of losing you,” you whispered back, finally looking at him. “Because losing you was the only thing that was on my mind when we were taking down the airship fleet even though destroying the ships was supposed to be our priority.”

“But why?” Sokka asked, still not understanding what you were talking about. “Zuko was out there fighting his crazy sister! I think that’s a little more daunting than taking down a few airships.”

“But I don’t love Zuko,” you said, effectively shutting him up.

Sokka’s eyes went as wide as saucers as he took in your words. “You mean...you l-love me?”

You nodded your head, holding your breath as you realized that you had just confessed your feelings.

“I love you too,” came Sokka’s quiet reply, a blush overtaking his features as he smiled at you. Now it was your turn to look at him in shock. “I have ever since you told me off for being a hotheaded, sexist jerk.”

You chuckled as you remembered that argument. He had made a comment about you and Katara being girls and you had gotten upset, resulting in you insulting him. By the time you were done with him, he had been looking at you in a way you couldn’t really describe until right now. He had been lovestruck.

“I can’t believe it took you this long to confess,” you teased

“Can you blame me?” he retorted. “You’re pretty intimidating when you want to be!”

You chuckled before shifting closer to him. You grew quiet before speaking. “You know, last night was the first night that my nightmares didn’t keep me up all night.”

“If you wanted to cuddle with me you could’ve just asked,” Sokka replied, smiling smugly as he wrapped his arms around you. You rolled your eyes before tangling your legs with his. “I’ll keep you safe from your nightmares.”

You smiled softly before looking up at him, being taken by surprise when you noticed him already looking at you.

“C-Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly.

You nodded wordlessly, closing your eyes when you felt Sokka’s lips brush yours. You shuddered slightly before leaning up and fully pressing your lips to his. His arms tightened around you as he kissed you, and yours wrapped themselves around his neck. You pulled away, meeting Sokka’s eyes as he smiled down at you. Silently, he pressed another kiss to your forehead before resting his chin on your head.

The two of you drifted off into the most peaceful sleep either one of you had had since the end of the war.

Sokka woke up grumpily the next morning, reaching out for you when he realized you were no longer wrapped up in his arms. Letting out a low whine, he sat up, realizing that you were gone. He quickly changed into his day clothes, too lazy to tie his hair up before heading downstairs. He entered the dining room groggily, rubbing at his eyes before making his way over to you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.

You melted into the kiss, only pulling away when Katara dropped her fork.

“When did this happen?” she asked, eyes wide as she looked between you and her brother.

Finally wide awake, Sokka looked at everyone with an embarrassed expression. He looked at you in a panic before answering. “Last night.”

“You guys really just had to confess last night, didn’t you?” Toph groaned, pulling out a handful of coins and handing them to Zuko.

Everyone else grumbled as they handed Zuko their coins as well. You sat there gaping at them, before scoffing in exasperation. “I can’t believe you guys placed bets on us?”

“I can’t believe Zuko won,” Aang muttered, looking at the Fire Lord before looking back down on his plate.

“It wasn’t that hard. I said you’d confess in the bedroom,” Zuko said, a smirk on his face as he made eye contact with you. “The best part was pretending that the second name that came out of the hat was Sokka’s.”

The room exploded into chaos at Zuko’s words, with Toph shouting all kinds of insults at the Fire Lord as she realized that he had rigged the bet to work out in his favor.

You and Sokka sat silently as you watched everyone argue.

“Y’know what?” Sokka asked, putting his arm around you. “I can’t say I’m mad about what Zuko did.”

Looking up at Sokka, you smiled before pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Me neither.”

~ ahahahaa i hope this is good and i hope you like it and it turned out completely different than what i originally had planned and i hope the tags work this time.

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eminems-skittles · 3 years

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i’m okay [emily prentiss x reader]

emily prentiss x fem!reader warnings: mentions of injury, violence, minor character (unsub) death word count: 1.1k

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

"Okay, we found him," Y/N said into her ear piece. She turned to look at her girlfriend, Emily, and waited for her count to enter the abandoned warehouse. After four years of dating and working together even longer, Emily and Y/N knew each other better than they knew themselves. Emily counted down from three before the two of the burst into the dark room, the open door allowing sunlight to permeate the dark room. Emily rushed ahead of Y/N into the part of the warehouse that was pitch black. "Emmy, be careful. He could be over-"

Her warning to Emily was cut off by a heart shattering scream of pain. Without hesitation, Y/N ran in the direction that she heard Emily scream from. She shone her flashlight around, spotting Emily laying on the ground, her hands putting pressure on her side. They were hunting an unsub who had fashioned a contraption to give himself metal claw. He used it to scratch his victims and left them to bleed out. Which meant he was probably already on the run since he didn't stick around to see his victim's pain.

"Y/N," Emily choked out. "T-Turn around."

Y/N spun on her heel, her gun ready to fire. She spotted the unsub lunging at her and shot him in the forehead. He fell lifeless to the ground but Y/N could care less. She ran over to Emily and sat on the ground next to her. Tears sprang to her eyes, a few sliding down her sweat covered cheeks. She pulled Emily so her head was resting on Y/N's thigh. "We need medical assistance! I repeat, we need medical assistance! Federal agent down! He got Emily in the side. Get here as fast as possible."

"Y/N, baby, I love you," Emily mumbled, bringing her hand up to brush tears off of her face. Her eyes slid closed and Y/N let out a broken scream.

"No, no, no, no. Emmy, wake up!" Y/N sobbed. Emily's eyes opened slightly. "That's it, come on. Stay awake."

Just then, a group of EMTs burst through the door, the rest of the BAU following. They put Emily on a stretch and wheeled her out of the room, Y/N running behind them. Hotch was already waiting at the ambulance, watching as they lifted Emily into the back.

"Hotch," Y/N said brokenly. Hotch pulled her into one of his rare hugs.

"Go ahead, Y/N. She'll be okay," Hotch said, rubbing Y/N's back.

The ride to the hospital was hectic as the EMTs tried to stop the bleeding. As soon as they arrived at the hospital, Emily was whisked away into an operation room, leaving Y/N hunched over in a chair, tears streaming down her face.

"Hey, Y/N," JJ said, pulling Y/N into a hug. Y/N sobbed into JJ's shoulder. "Shh, she's going to be okay. She's a fighter."

"You're right," Y/N sniffled. "She looked so helpless, Jayje. I couldn't do anything to stop him."

"Y/N, yes you did. You got him. He can't hurt anyone else because you got him," JJ said, a motherly tone in her voice.

"Is the family of Emily Prentiss here?" A nurse announced. The team stood up and quickly scrambled over to her.

"Is she okay?" Y/N asked, failing at keeping her voice steady.

"Miss Prentiss is okay. She just needs some rest but she'll be okay in no time," The nurse said with a pleasant smile on her face.

"Can I see her? I'm her girlfriend," Y/N asked. The nurse nodded before explaining only one person can go in her room at a time.

"She's in room 618," The nurse said. As soon as she heard the room number, Y/N took off.

When she got to Emily's room, her frown was replaced with a soft smile as she watched Emily flip through the channels on the TV. Her eyes rake over Emily's body, making sure she was okay. Tears fell down her cheeks when she saw Emily groan in pain. Emily noticed her crying in the doorway and breaks the silence.

"Are you going to stand there and watch me decide what to watch or are you going to come over here and kiss me?" Emily asked, smiling at Y/N. Y/N hesitantly sat down on the side of the bed and was immediately pulled into a kiss. "I'm okay, Y/N. Baby, you can't get rid of me."

Y/N started sobbing, every emotion she had kept bottled up since they arrived at the hospital breaking free. Emily immediately pulled her into a hug as Y/N cries onto her chest.

"I-I almost lost y-you Emmy." She whimpers.

"I know darling, I know." She whispers back as she kisses her head. "But I'm okay now. I promise."

Y/N balled up Emily's hospital gown in her fists, tears streaming down her face. "I should've been there. I could've stopped him."

"Hun, there was no way to know what would have happened. But you shot him. He's gone, he can't hurt me again," Emily said, playing with Y/N's hair. "I'm okay, I promise."

"But what if-"

"No. Don't do that. We don't have to worry about the 'what-if's' because I'm safe and you're safe," Emily whispered. "I'll be out of here tomorrow and then you and I can go somewhere just the two of us. Okay?"

"Okay," Y/N sniffled. "I was just so scared, Emmy."

"I know, baby. I know," Emily pushed a piece of hair out of Y/N's hair.

"Can I stay here tonight? I know the bed is a little small but I can sleep on the chair," Y/N asked, looking up at Emily.

"Don't be silly. You're gonna sleep right here next to me and let me hold you," Emily said, kissing Y/N's forehead.

"Shouldn't I be the one holding you?" Y/N asked.

"I think you need to be held a little more than I need to, my love," Emily said. She moved so Y/N was laying against her left side and she held her tightly.

"Why do you think that?"

"You're more shaken up by this than I am, hun. I just want you to know that I'm here and not going anywhere," Emily said quietly. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Emmy," Y/N said, digging her head into Emily's neck.

"Get some sleep, baby. We had a long day," Emily said, shutting the TV off.

"Good night, Emmy," Y/N said, her eyes sliding closed. She didn't miss the way Emily's frame shook subtly as tears fell from her eyes and onto Y/N's hair. Nor did she miss the almost silent whimper of "I thought I was going to lose you" that Emily choked out. Y/N held Emily a little bit tighter and kissed her neck gently.

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Omg you’re doing requests with the prompts 🥺 if so, could it be Angst 24 & 36. Fluff 50 & 40 . If not feel free to ignore this! I’m just curious to see what you’ll do with them! ❤️

Thank you sweetie for the prompts! I hope you don’t mind me making this into a part of my on-going mini series! And since many of you wanted to see what is the relationship between these two - well, here’s a little taste. ❤️

Warnings: mentions of abuse in a past relationship. angst.

Also, you can still drop me prompts if you feel like it.

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glitter & crimson masterlist | story tag | part 1 | part 2

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ANGST – 24. “Let me go.”

ANGST – 36. “They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.”

FLUFF – 40. “Why are you scared of loving?”

FLUFF – 50. “Stay.”

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“Stay.”

Ashton’s eyes were still closed as he mumbled against the pillow, but his arm around you tightened just a little, letting you know that he did wake when you wanted to get out of his embrace. He fell asleep once the painkillers kicked in, but not before he curled a tattooed arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body while keeping some space between the two of you. Your sleep was fitful, dreams and memories keeping you awake while he slumbered next to you, and after a few hours you couldn’t stay in bed, wanting to find something else to focus on until you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore.

“Didn’t want to wake you,” you sighed, settling back against your pillow and lightly brushing a stray curl away from his forehead.

“You’re a terrible sleeper,” Ashton finally opened his eyes, sleepy gaze finding yours in the grey of the room.

“It’s just… my head is full. Can’t switch it off.”

“What’s keeping you awake?” he mirrored your movements, slowly stroking the hair behind your ear, fingers cupping your cheek.

“They warned me about this,” you whispered, hand covering his bruised one on your face.

“About what?” Ashton furrowed his eyebrows and you let out another quiet sigh.

“You.”

The last hour had been a blur as you pulled clothes out of drawers and closets, throwing everything you could fit into the bags on the bed. You didn’t dare look into the mirror, not after what happened in the kitchen with your boyfriend. The loud banging of the closing door let you know that he left the house and that’s when you found yourself in your shared bedroom, packing everything that belonged to you. Tonight was the last straw and you couldn’t stay for another minute if you didn’t have to.

You let your eyes wander over the place one last time as you shut the front door, throwing the key into the mailbox – you knew you’re never coming back again. You hauled up your bags and started to walk down the street, the tears freely running down your cheeks as you left everything behind. You had nowhere to go; all your friends lived on the other side of the country, and you kicked the curb as you scolded yourself – your own foolish choices made you end up in this situation, and now you had nothing.

“Hey, you’re okay there?”

The guy you just passed stopped in his track and turned after you, his voice soft but questioning as you picked up the pace. You didn’t want to talk to anyone. You didn’t want anyone to see the mess you were now. A mumbled ‘I’m fine’ left your lips, pulling your jacket tighter, hoping he will get your message loud and clear.

A moment passed then you heard footstep coming after you, the heavy boots thumping on the pavement as he quickly caught up with you, fingers curling around your arm and pulling you back to him.

“Let me go,” your voice sounded more panicked than protesting, and at that he finally pulled away.

“I’m sorry, I just– what happened to your face?”

You felt fresh tears streaming down your face as he tilted your chin up towards him, examining you in the light of the streetlamp. He looked handsome and dangerous but soft around the edges as he took in the purpling bruise on your cheek and the split on your bottom lip, gaze turning concerned as his eyes finally found yours.

“Who did this to you?” he let go of you when he saw how disturbed you are and you wrapped your arms around your chest, hiccupping and brushing away your tears.

“Boyfriend… I mean, ex boyfr– I don’t know who he is, not anymore.”

“Do you have anywhere to stay? I could drop you off, I see you packed everything,” he nodded towards your bags, but you quickly shook your head.

“Thanks, but… I’m sure you have better things to do. And I don’t want to be rude, but you’re a stranger – who knows what you’re capable of…” you took a step back and he let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Good point. But you look like someone who needs a bit of a company and a place to stay, away from that asshole. I have a friend who could take you in for a little time, even though you are just as much a stranger as I am.”

“And why would you do that? There’s no way you don’t want something in return,” you winced as you bit into your bottom lip.

“I don’t know, I just can’t let you stay out like this in this state,” he groaned, running his fingers through his hair. “It’s my conscious or something. Like if I go away now and you spend the night on the streets and something happens…”

“God, you’re so weird,” you sighed, hauling up your bag on your shoulder. “I’m gonna regret saying yes to you.”

“You won’t, I promise,” he reached for your other bag to sling it over his back, holding his hand out for you. “By the way, I’m Ashton.”

“Y/N,” you let him shake your hand before he nodded down the road.

“Nice to meet you. My car is parked just there, if you would be so kind and follow me.”

“And where are you taking me?” you trailed after him, still not sure if you were doing the right thing.

“Somewhere safe,” Ashton gave you an encouraging smile, and you felt your lips pull at the corners when he threw you a wink.

“What stray did you bring here again?” the girl was gorgeous and definitely pissed as Ashton ushered you into the apartment.

“Come on Mali, be nice,” he scoffed, putting your bag down in the hallway. “She needs a place to stay, just for a little while.”

“What about your place?” she quirked an eyebrow at Ashton, hands on her hips. “Or did you forget your latest one there and you don’t want them to meet each other?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… gonna take a minute,” he gave you an apologetic look before he pulled Mali into another room and started to ramble in a hushed voice.

You could barely make out his words, but you caught a few of them anyway – ex-boyfriend, bruises, abuse. Mali kept mostly quiet, hissing whenever Ashton’s voice got louder. They were going back and forth for a few minutes before finally they came back, and he curled an arm around your shoulder.

“You can stay with Mali as long as you need it,” he lightly squeezed your arm, giving a pointed look to the blonde who just rolled her eyes. “And I will stop by tomorrow to check on you. How does that sound?”

“Like something she’s not excited about,” you nodded towards the girl who at that started laughing.

“Get out of here, Irwin,” he shooed Ashton away from you and out of the door. “I’ll take care of her. You go and fuck up someone else’s life now, okay?”

“Love you Mali, you’re the best!” he threw her a kiss and Mali pointed a finger gun at him, shooting him and closing the door, but not before he could wave at you one last time. “Bye, Y/N! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Let’s get you settled, shall we?”

Mali turned out to be an angel. She made up the guestroom for you and sent you away to take a shower, during which she made you some dinner. Before you could turn in for the night, tired from all the things that happened in the last few hours, she came in to tend to the bruises on your face, checking them before applying some antiseptics on your lips and the small cuts you didn’t see before.

“So… how do you know Ashton?” you finally asked, and she chuckled, shaking her head.

“He’s my brother’s best friend. Annoying little shit, but he grows on you. Can’t say no to a pretty girl in distress. Or well, girls in general.”

“I really didn’t want to disturb you, I’m sorry,” you mumbled but she just shook her head again.

“We’ve all been there,” she squeezed your hand, giving you a smile. “And none of us deserved it. If you needed do get out of there, well… then you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need to. And just so you know, Ashton is very protective of his own. You’ll probably become one of them if you stick around long enough. Just– don’t fall for him.”

“I don’t think that’s on the plate,” you pointed at your own cheek. “Kinda not in the mood for guys now.”

“It’s just a friendly warning,” Mali patted you knee before standing up. “He’s a nice guy. But it’s better to be his friend than anything else. You’ll never see him with the same girl twice. That’s his style: charming, but dangerous.”

Ashton sighed but didn’t pull back, hand still cupping your cheek as he lay beside you. A year has passed since the night he found you on the street, broken and bruised after the way your ex-boyfriend treated you. And while the two of you became close friends, you always made sure not to catch feelings for the guy who was only referred to as a womanizer around the neighbourhood. Or so you’ve told yourself.

“That’s typical Mali,” he scoffed lightly, running his fingers through his hair.

“It doesn’t really matter,” you shrugged, sitting up on the bed and pulling your knees to your chest.

“It does to me,” he pushed himself up and sat cross-legged in front of you. “Y/N… hey, look at me.”

“Don’t tell me again, please,” you whispered, trying to be as small as possible. “Please just… don’t.”

“Tell you what? That I love you?” he squeezed your knee, a slight hurt in his voice. “I’m not gonna take it back – I love you. I just don’t know why are you scared of loving me?”

“You know, Ashton. You know why I can’t.”

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