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fairyaali · 3 years

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hello love! I got bored and thought of this. So it’s the readers bday and they like Adrien. Adrien like the reader and marinette hates that he does. So like reader is planning on throwing a party bc it’s their birthday so marinette decided to throw a party on the same day at the same time. And since reader is kinda new, everyone decided to go to Mari’s party. So that happens, but when Adrien gets to readers party, they’ve done gone batshit crazy, like screaming, crying, smashing things, idk just losing their shit. Not like in anger, they’re just really hurt by it. No hawk moth tho😩 hawkdaddy go on vacay or sum🤺🤺 Mk sorry this is long and it’s late and I’m kiiinndaaa drunk and in da feels anyway bye bye

HELLO ANON! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT HERE IT IS! I never thought that i would have to write about mean marinette but here i am LMAO. i hope you like it bb <33

Pairing: Adrien Agreste X Reader

Warnings: Swearing.

Tags: angst, Marinette is a bitch in this oops, alexa play pity party by melaine martinez.

“Love, Adrien.”

“Wow, that’s really cringey Adrien.”

“Shut up plagg, I need to confess to her some way or another.”

Adrien Agreste is sprawled out on his bed and he just finished writing a birthday card for you. Yes, it was quite cheesy but he decided that today was going to be the day he confesses his feelings towards you. He’s had his eye on you ever since your first day of school and you’ve both gotten closer to each other, flirting constantly but never making a move. Needless to say, he was head over heels for you and was too much of a pussy to ever admit it. But tonight was the night.

You invited him over to your house for your birthday party along with your other classmates and he didn’t even think twice to agree – especially since his dad is at a fashion expo in Spain. All he wanted was for you to have the best birthday party you could possibly have. You really meant a lot to him.

his thoughts disappear when all of a sudden his phone beeps.

‘Y/N’S PARTY WILL BE HELD AT MY PLACE SO WE CAN SURPRISE HER, DON’T MENTION ANYTHING TO HER. 7PM ! DON’T BE LATE! ~Marinette’

‘Sorry, can’t come tonight.’ You frowned as you stared at your phone, seeing a text from Marinette. You and her weren’t really that close to be honest but you still wished for her to come and have a good time. You sighed and plopped down on your bed. It’s your sweet 16th and you wanted it to be perfect. You hoped that enough people would show up. It was your first birthday here in Paris and although you haven’t been here for a while, you thought that you already made close connections with your classmates, especially a certain blond.

All you wanted was for him to show up mostly, maybe tonight you could make a move. Maybe tonight you could possibly hold his hand, maybe dance with him, maybe give him a kiss on his soft cheek or a small peck on the lips-

Your face heated up at that thought and a grin appeared on your face. You hugged your pillow and quietly squealed. Tonight was the night and nothing could possibly ruin it.

Or so you hoped.

Everywhere was decorated with fairy lights, balloons and glitter. Music was already playing and there were drinks and snacks for everyone to enjoy. You were wearing the outfit you’ve been planning for ages and you were sitting down, leg bouncing as you wait for people to arrive.

Did you get the time incorrect? you did mention to everyone that you’re meeting up at 7pm. It was 7:15.

Maybe they were running late? But how could it be that all of them were running late?

You furrow your eyebrows and grab your phone. You go on Instagram to see if anyone posted anything about their whereabouts.

Kim was live.

You click on it and see him walking through a crowd of people.

“Marinette, this party is amazing!” you hear him shout.

“Thanks Kim.” You hear her say.

Your jaw drops Anger starts bubbling inside of you.

Kim turns the phone up and shows Nino on the dj stand. He waves to the camera.

“Adrien! say hi to my live.” Adrien appears next to Kim. He was caught off guard. He smiles sheepishly and waves at the camera awkwardly.

Your phone drops out of your grasp and tears start rolling down your cheeks furiously.

Adrien was looking everywhere for you. it was already 8pm and he was wondering when you’d show up. He held your gift and note close to his chest, he wanted to personally give them to you.

“H-hey Adrien..” The voice of Marinette makes him turn around to face her.

“Marinette! Where’s the birthday girl?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Marinette stares at him for a moment and nervously chuckles. “oh- well- she uh- she can’t make it!” He shrugs and laughs again. “did you get something to drink? We have pomegranate juice, peach lemonade, spr-“

“what do you mean she can’t make it? Why the hell is the party still going?” Adrien questions, looking around in disbelief.

“Adrien i-“

“Marinette, your plan is totally working, can’t believe everyone fell for- “ Alya stops speaking when she notices that Adrien is in front of her and purses her lips.

Adrien stares at Marinette for a moment, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. “On her own birthday? Marinette, this is so not like you.” He was disgusted by her actions.

“Adrien wait!” She calls out. “I can explain.”

“I don’t know why you did this, or what the hell is wrong with you but this was really low. I’m out of here.” He glares at her before walking away from her.

You were out of control. You cried, you screamed, you threw everything you saw in front of your eyes until you fell on your knees, sobbing.

You couldn’t believe Marinette would do this, you couldn’t believe everyone would do this to you, especially Adrien.

You thought you’ve grown close to the people in your class but you were wrong. They didn’t show up to your birthday party, they lied to you. Your heart was broken.

You held your knees close to your chest as the music lowly played behind you. It was mostly drawn out by your sobs and sniffles.

You hear footsteps approaching you and you look up, with red puffy eyes and see a familiar blond through your blurry vision.

It was Adrien. You look away and sob even harder at the thought of him seeing you like this, with everything destroyed around you. Why did he come here? Did he want to taunt you further?

He kneels down next to you and rubs your shoulder, moving you to his chest and causing you to nuzzle your face there.

“I hate this. I hate today, I hate Marinette.” You mumble. Maybe hate was a strong word, but you didn’t care at that moment.

You look up at him. “Why did you come here Adrien? Do you want to make me feel even more embarrassed than I already am?” You croak out.

He shakes his head. “Please, I swear to you Marinette told me that your birthday party was moved to her place, she told everyone that.” He sighs and shows you his phone so you could see the message Marinette sent him.

“Fucking bitch!” You exclaim and hide your face in your hands again.

“Hey, hey. I got here as soon as I found out she was lying. All I wanted was to celebrate your birthday and make you happy” He says quietly. “I’m so fucking sorry that this happened.” He says and rests his head against yours in a comforting manner.

You look up at him and wipe your eyes, sniffling. “Well, there’s nothing I can do now. It’s ruined.” You mumble and sigh. “I thought Marinette was my friend you know?” You mutter.

“I know.” Adrien nods and looks down. He stares at the card in his hand and bites his lip, his heart racing at the thought of giving this to you. “Maybe this will make you feel better.” He says, a small smile twitching on his lips as he hands you the envelope.

You widen your eyes and look up at him as if hesitant to open it. You open it though and you begin to read it.

Ever since the first time I saw you, you absolutely took my breath away. Ever since the day I first saw you, I thought to myself that I have to get to know you better. I did. And that may have been one of the best decisions of my life. You have a beautiful mind, a beautiful soul and a beautiful heart. To be honest, I think I keep falling for you every day. Happy birthday Ma belle, i hope you have the best one yet.

Love, Adrien.

Tears start rolling down your cheeks again, but this time it was because of his sweet words. Your heart finally felt whole.

You look up at him with glistening eyes and give him a wobbly smile.

He smiles sheepishly at you. “Will you go on a date with me?” He asks.

You didn’t even answer, you just leaned in and placed your lips on his.

It was small, but you felt fireworks burst inside of you.

You pull away and watch him flutter his eyes at you, his cheeks glowing red.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask.

He chuckles and kisses you again.

Maybe your birthday wasn’t so bad after all.

#adrien agreste #adrien agreste x reader #chat noir #chat noir x reader #mlb #miraculous ladybug

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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wrestlersownmyheart · 3 years

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Hello it's me again! I loved your Adam Cole fic so much that I had to request an imagine myself! 💕🥰

The reader is a movie star actress and she's newly married to Adam Cole (secretly, only their parents and their best friends knew about the two marrying) but one of Adam's friends from the Elite accidentally leaked a photo of them and the press and her fans started to criticize Adam; how he was out of her league and whatnot, making him a little insecure about himself and the reader assures him that he's good enough for her, with the reader posting on social media to clear the air/show off her amazing husband to the world

Thank you for the kind words! HOpe you enjoy this! :-)

Pairing: Adam Cole X (Famous Actress) Reader Summary: When one of Y/N's and Adam's close friends leak a photo of their wedding, fans become critical of Adam. After he grows a little insecure, Y/N has to lift her man back up. Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with AEW. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Fluff

Note: This is another shorty, but hopefully a goodie! It was requested by @sultryfandoms And I hope it is enjoyed!

You're the One For Me

You were cuddled up with your new husband, Adam Cole, on your huge sofa when your phones both buzzed with a notification. As Adam kissed your neck, you giggled and reached for said phone. Then he was reaching for his own phone as well.

Upon looking at the screen, you saw that it was a tweet notification from your mutual friend, Kenny Omega. A tweet that you were both tagged in.

It was a photo of your private--and secret--wedding only a month before, you were smiling up at Adam and the two of you were about to kiss.

“@adamcolepro @Y/N Such a beautiful wedding,” the tweet read.

“What the hell,” You and Adam both said at the same time.

The wedding was supposed to be a secret. You weren’t ready for it to be out yet.

Immediately, you dialed Kenny up on speaker phone.

“I know! I know!” He greeted. “I just deleted it. I’m so sorry. It just slipped my mind.”

“What were you thinking??” You demanded.

“Well, I was going through pics on my phone and saw it, and thought what a beautiful photo it was, and I just wasn’t thinking.”

“Yeah, you clearly weren’t.” You groaned softly.

“I’m so sorry, really, Y/N.”

“I know. I know. It’s okay. It was bound to come out sooner or later anyway.” Your phone vibrated with another alert and you quickly checked and saw it was another tweet from Kenny.

“‘Oops, my bad!’?” You questioned. “My bad? Really? That’s the best you can come up with?”

“I’m flustered, Y/N! Give me a break!”

Suddenly your phone was blowing up with alerts. “Oh, no,” you groaned again.

“What is it?”

“My phone is going crazy! Because of your tweet, people are going insane!”

“My phone is going nuts too,” Adam said, by your side. He was looking his phone over. “Oh wow, these people are being HARSH. What the hell?”

“I’m really sorry guys…”

“Yeah, we’ll talk about it later. We have some damage control to do. Bye Kenny.” Without giving him a chance to reply, you hung up and began reading through the horrible tweets being sent your way.

@adamcolepro is so out of @Y/N’s league it’s not even funny.

@Y/N can do so much better. @adamcolepro doesn’t even have a six-pack!

@adamcolepro How did this guy manage to marry @Y/N? For real. He’s not that great.

Disgusted, you laid your phone aside. Glanced over at Adam to find him looking at his phone, his brows furrowed in concentration.

“Babe? What’s wrong,” you asked.

“Do I look flabby?” He asked. “I mean… I don’t have a six pack…”

“No baby,” You said softly, turning his face to yours. “You are not flabby or anything of the sort. Don’t listen to them. They are just jealous.”

He nodded without saying anything. You had a feeling this was just the beginning of this discussion.

“You’re gorgeous, babe, really. You have nothing to worry about.” You told him, shifting over and settling yourself in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him.

“Okay.”

“How about I make our favorite lunch?

“I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe I ought to eat something else.”

“You’re not going to let go of what they said are you?”

“It’s a little hard to just let it go,” he admitted. “I mean… they have a point. Maybe I should start adding more ab crunches into my workout.”

“Oh babe,” You said on a groan. “You’re absolutely fine. Believe me. If I hadn’t been attracted to you I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you. There has to be a level of attraction, ya know? And my level of attraction is pretty darn high.”

Adam grinned at you, “Okay, I believe you. But it still wouldn’t hurt to workout a little harder.”

You sighed, “Whatever floats your boat, babe. Whatever floats your boat.”

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

Several days passed since that eventful tweet, and Adam had sure enough began working out harder than ever. You worried that he’d over-do it. That he’d hurt himself. But he seemed to grow stronger, leaner. You were beginning to see lines in his stomach that weren’t there before.

“Babe, aren’t you going a little crazy with the workouts?”

“Don’t you like the results,” Adam asked, pulling you into his arms and kissing you.

“Yes, I do. I love them. But then again, I loved you before the results. Just be careful okay? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m not going to hurt myself, I promise,” he replied, with another kiss.

“It just seems like you spend all your time working out now. We’ve not had much time together for the past week. We’re supposed to still be in the honeymoon phase, you know?”

He nodded, “I get it. And you’re right. I’ll try to lighten up a bit.”

You felt bad. You could see that the horrible tweets were still weighing on his mind. You hated seeing him so insecure. It wasn’t like him. He was usually really confident and almost cocky. You loved that about him. The first time you met sparks had flown. You were acting in a new movie and Adam had a small part in it--only one scene with you and then a couple other scenes with other actors. But the minute your skin touched in a handshake when you met, you knew you’d found the man of your dreams. You knew you’d marry him. You just didn’t realize it would be so soon--six months to be exact.

You wanted your cocky, confident--yes, at times egotistical husband back.

You decided then and there to go on Instagram and address the very large elephant in the room, so to speak. Giving Adam a soft kiss on the mouth, you left your private gym in the basement and headed upstairs for the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, you pulled up Instagram on your phone and started to post a photo from your wedding. And with it you began typing out a message to the fans and un-fans alike. You made sure to tag your husband in the post as well so he wouldn't miss it.

When you were finished, you sat the phone aside and waited.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

Adam was working on his crunches when his phone alerted him to an Instagram notification. Stopping what he was doing, he picked up the phone and saw that it was a post from Y/N. Curious, he read it.

It said:

Dear fans, and non-fans,

I realize that a few days ago a photo was accidentally leaked of my wedding to @adamcolepro. While it was not our plans to reveal our marriage yet, I’m glad it is now out. I want you to know that I’m thankful for those of you who are being supportive. It means the world to me. But to those who have been nothing but hateful and distasteful toward my husband, I do not appreciate it, or the things I’ve read.

To those who’re saying I could do so much better, that is a lie. I could not do any better than Adam because there IS no better than Adam. He’s the light in my life and I’m so grateful to be his wife. As for the awful comments made about him.... I’m chalking it up to pure jealousy. Adam, in my opinion, is the most gorgeous man on the face of the planet.

I hope that this clears the air and puts this issue to rest. If not, that’s on you, not me or Adam. We will continue being happy and living our best life while you will keep being the miserable person you are.

Sincerely,

Y/N/Cole

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

After about fifteen minutes, you saw Adam come up from the basement with a pleased, but baffled look on his face. “Did you really mean all that?” He asked you, indicating the instagram post on his phone.

“With every fiber of my being,” you said softly, making room for him on the sofa. He walked over and sat down on the sofa next to you and pulled you onto his lap. “You’re the one for me.”

“I love you, ya know that?”

You nodded, almost shyly, and kissed him. “Yes. And I love you every bit as much.”

He returned your kiss, deepened it. “What do you say we go upstairs and enjoy some of the honeymoon phase of our marriage, huh?” He asked, standing to his feet with you cradled against his chest.

“I’m here for it,” you smiled, as he carried you to the stairs.

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 4 years

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Hot Cakes

Pairing: Midoriya (Deku) x reader

Warnings: Slight suggestive content; groping; slight language

Author’s Note:

So for the next two weeks or so, all regular oneshots (aside from DBF) are going to have Izuku in them. This wasn’t really intentional, it just kind of happened, but here you go. This one was my least favorite, so I’m posting it first. It’s short, goofy, kinda nasty, and just really stupid, and I promise I have better stuff for later.

And for safety, I’ll say you’re both in your . . . second year. Yeah. But for reals, this is less suggestive than some of my other stuff soo . . . ?

Whatever, I’m going to stop thinking about it.

Enjoy, I guess?

-Sugar

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The two of you were goofing around at your house, attempting to bake cupcakes. Somehow you managed to get everything covered in a fine layer of flour, only broken up by flecks of batter splattered haphazardly on both of your arms and shirts.

You finally slid the last pan into the oven, setting your timer for when to take them out.

"Wow, (Y/N), those smell amazing," Izuku said, leaning back against the counter and inhaling deeply, a dreamy smile crawling over his lips. He turned to a separate batch that was cooling on the counter, leaning over to inspect them. "These cupcakes look perfect!"

Wound up from the last half hour of joking around and flirting, your eyes flicked down to his pants. Damn, he was fine, and you smirked at the idea of letting him know it.

"There are some other perfect cakes I'm thinking about," you said, sidling up next to him with a flirtatious glint in your eyes.

"Huh?" Izuku asked, not catching on.

In a sudden spike of adrenaline, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and landed a good smack over his behind. It was in no way harsh, but you had purposely cupped your hand so it would make the most satisfyingly loud noise possible.

The green-haired boy suddenly straightened in surprise, his eyes growing wide with shock. He finally roved his gaze back toward you, green irises meeting yours. His face went completely red, complimenting his high tops well, as the realization of what you'd done sank over the both of you.

He swallowed, trying to process your advance. "You—y-y-you, um—just—"

Your face heated with a blush of your own, and you had to fight to keep yourself from panicking. "I-I'm sorry!" you finally said, attempting to hide your burning face in your hands. "I went too far—"

"No."

You peeked out at your boyfriend from between your fingers, not sure if you'd heard him correctly. "What?"

His blush deepened even further, averting his eyes from yours. "Would it be weird if I kinda wanted you to . . . do it again?"

You finally lowered your hands from your face, and Deku suddenly snorted with laughter, clapping a hand over his mouth.

"What?" you asked again, still trying to get over your embarrassment from before.

"You've got a little—there's ah,—" he stopped, bursting out into full-on giggles now.

You frowned, bending towards him in hopes to gain his attention. "What is it?" you asked, still oblivious to why Izuku was cracking up.

"Your hands," he finally said. "They had flour on them. And now it's all over your face!"

You reached two fingers up and experimentally dragged them over your cheek, finding that he was, in fact, correct. A slightly grainy film was dusted upon you, and you must have looked like an idiot.

You burst out laughing too, your face still warmed with mirth blended with leftover embarrassment.

A thought made you choke, pausing in your moment of joy. "Hold up," you said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Turn around."

Deku lifted a green brow at you, suspicious, but finally complied.

A completely new wave of laughter crashed over you, your legs almost weak with how much of it you were experiencing.

"What?" Izuku asked, trying to turn his head so he could see you.

A white handprint laid solidly on his posterior, vividly contrasting his dark wash jeans.

"Um," you said, trying to catch your breath, "I think I'm going to have to clean you up before you go home, because there's evidence that my hand was on your ass."

"Oh, crap, really?" Izuku blushed again, but he still kept himself positioned so you had a nice view of it.

You whipped out your phone and took a picture of the offending print, showing your accidental art to Izuku. He laughed and grabbed your phone, going to your messaging app so he could send it to himself.

You bent over and started brushing him off, watching as the flour only lightened and smeared around more. At least now you might be able to say he had just backed up into a flour-covered counter, but it also kinda looked like you'd went crazy on him. Maybe that was just your mind leaping into a gutter at the context of the situation.

You also couldn't help but notice that he'd changed his breathing as you ran your hands over him, even though your motions had no double meaning behind them. You experimentally poked a finger at his cheek, watching as it slightly sunk in before stopping at hard muscle. You glanced up for a response, noticing how his face had stilled and he subtly rocked back towards you.

"Not gonna lie," you murmured just loud enough for him to hear, glancing back down, "you really do have a nice mass up in here."

Izuku locked your phone and set it on the counter beside him, keeping his eyes on you. "You . . . like it?"

You blushed and nodded, giving him a gentle squeeze.

He gulped, unsure of what to say. "I'm . . . glad you do."

Both of you resembled tomatoes while you stood there in silence, him letting you softly grope him in a slight daze. It wasn't as though you'd never wanted to do this before, it was just that it was never at a good time. And besides, the two of you were quite shy when it came to public affection in your relationship, opting for long hugs and brief, sweet kisses in the comfort of being together behind a closed door. But now you finally had the chance to live out your fantasy, your mind focused on his ample hindquarters.

A beeping sound made the both of you jump and you straightened, taking your hands back to your sides. "That would mean the cakes are done!" you said, maybe a little too high pitched. "The cupcakes, that is. You—um . . . hi. Pardon me."

He practically leaped out of the way, letting you get into your kitchen drawer to find your trusty oven mit. You walked back to the oven and pulled out the pan, setting them on a cooling rack on the counter.

"They're done," you ruled after poking them with a toothpick and seeing it come out clean. You moved your hand to hover over the first set, checking their temperature. "These are still too hot to ice yet. We're going to have to wait another five minutes or so."

You suddenly felt a large hand hesitantly press itself against your lower cheek, gently massaging the soft and malleable flesh beneath it. You involuntarily pushed back, savoring the feeling of each finger sink into your plush clothed skin.

"While we wait," Izuku's shaky warm breath tickled the back of your ear as he shuffled closer, "I believe I have a bit of a favor to repay."

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Author’s Note:

Oop—

This was really stupid and I don’t love it. Sorry for messing up our pure, innocent green bean.

-Sugar

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cali-holland · 4 years

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Priceless- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You’ve never liked people spending money on you or being at large parties, but Tom seems to forget that as he goes a bit overboard when celebrating your birthday.

Word Count: 3100

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol

Masterlist Tom Holland Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

A/N: I wrote this weeks ago and forgot to post it, my bad if it’s shit- it’s unedited; also I have no clue how much student loans are in the uk or if they even exist so i made it based off the us average and i’ll just stop rambling now oops

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“Tom, this place is really nice.” You breathed out in awe of the dimly lit, but extravagant restaurant. While you felt almost embarrassed by your simple little black dress and non-designer shoes, your hands began to shake a little, thinking about how expensive this dinner must be.

“Anything for my special birthday girl.” Tom beamed, pulling out your chair for you to sit down.

“I wish you would’ve told me we were coming here. I would’ve dressed better.” You said quietly as you sat down in the chair, eyeing the women in fancy dresses at the tables surrounding you two.

“What are you talking about? You’re the best dressed person here.” He sat down across from you, adjusting his tux as he did so, and a sharply dressed waiter came up to the table, offering you two champagne immediately. Before you could kindly decline the offer, Tom insisted on the drinks.

“We’re celebrating tonight.” Tom stated, holding up his champagne flute out to you once the waiter had left. “To the best day of the year: happy birthday, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, clinking your own glass against his before drinking the expensive liquid.

Being with Tom for the past two years, you were used to the sweet date nights and the amazing birthday gifts; today was just different though. He’d never taken you to such an expensive restaurant before, not one that is so pricey that they don’t even bother to add prices on the menu (which upset you because you couldn’t even choose the cheapest option). You loved your boyfriend very much and you were appreciative of all the romantic dates he took you on and of the incredible gifts he’d give you, but sometimes it concerned you how he’d so willingly spend his money on you. He’d give you a million dollars if you asked for it, no matter what day it was. That is exactly why he didn’t know about your student loans or any of your past due bills- you were a staunch believer in making your way on your own, and that meant not using your boyfriend’s seemingly endless cash flow to help yourself out.

Tom knew you weren’t a fan of him spending money on you, and he also knew you weren’t one for big parties or celebrating your birthday. The diamond necklace that sat on your neck from your last birthday was proof enough of how Tom used your birthday especially as an excuse to give you more expensive things.

“You know I’m paying you back for this, right?” You said as you looked over the menu. Tom laughed, shaking his head.

“You’re not paying for your birthday dinner.” He replied, taking your free hand and holding it in his.

“I’d let you pay for the full meal if we were at McDonald’s, not at some 5-star restaurant.” You stated.

“I think it’s only 4-star.” He joked, but his smile dropped when he saw your frown. Tom lightly squeezed your hand in his. “Let me spoil you tonight, please? Just for tonight.”

“You’re unbelievable, Holland.” You rolled your eyes at him, but still cracked a smile, your thumb gently tracing against the back of his hand.

“I love you, Y/N, but I’m paying for tonight.”

“I love you, too.” You smiled, and he leaned over the table to kiss you.

After a rather delicious five-course meal, you and Tom got into the car, and he took off his suit jacket. While he removed his tie, you took the opportunity to look at the dinner receipt from his jacket pocket.

“Wait, stop!” He reached to take it out of your hands, but it was too late because you had already seen the receipt.

“£400? Are you crazy?” You exclaimed, blinking to make sure you’d read the receipt right- that wasn’t even including his very generous tip (which you weren’t going to complain about that bit).

“Was it not a good meal?” Tom questioned, taking the receipt back from you and putting in his pants pocket this time.

“It was the best food I’ve ever had. I just wish you wouldn’t spend so much on me.” As he pulled out of the parking lot, you took out your phone, pulling up Venmo.

“No, you’re not allowed to pay me back.”

“Well, I said you weren’t allowed to spend that much money on me.”

“It’s your birthday, please let me spoil you a little.” Stopped at a red light, he turned to you and pouted. You sighed, locking your phone.

“For your birthday, I’m taking you to a ridiculously expensive restaurant too.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek before the light turned green and he had to start driving again. It took you a minute before you realized he was going in the wrong direction of your flat. “Where are we going?”

“I thought we could go for some drinks before going home.” Tom suggested, but something about his smile made you think it wasn’t a spontaneous thought.

“Yeah, why not?” You replied, not seeing the harm in just going with him. It’s not like you had a choice since he was already driving there anyway. You really just wanted to go home and have a nice night with him, but he was excited about whatever surprise he had planned for you and you weren’t going to ruin that for him- you already felt guilty enough about the dinner (although you did actually really enjoy it, all expenses aside).

“What are you up to?” You asked as he parked the car in front of a strange building. It was too dark for you to even try to guess what it was.

“Come on, love, you’ll see.” He smiled, getting out of the car and hurrying to open your door before you had the chance to. He held your hand, walking you up some sketchy looking stairs. It wasn’t until you got to the roof of the two story building that you really got confused. It was far too dark for you to decipher what was going on.

“Happy birthday!” A large crowd of people shouted, the lights kicking on to illuminate the roof. You smiled, speechless, seeing all the people cheering for your arrival. You weren’t even sure that you recognized a good amount of them.

“Happy birthday, darling.” Tom grinned, wrapping his arms around you. He gently kissed the top of your head, proud of his work.

“Wow, thank you.” You told him, sounding effortlessly enthusiastic about the party. Music started playing from the large speakers, and people started dancing along to the beat, getting back to their own conversations.

“Follow me.” Your boyfriend tugged on your hand, dragging you through the crowd to the far corner of the room, where a birthday cake was sitting in the middle of a large table. The cake itself was the size of a small table; in fact, you were sure it wouldn’t be able to fit on your own kitchen table. It was the most beautiful birthday cake you had ever seen for yourself. Covered in white frosting, it had your favorite flowers and lace all around it with “Happy Birthday, Y/N” written in your favorite color across the middle.

“Do you like it? I got it from the nicest bakery in town. My mum helped me with designing it, and I know we already had dessert at the restaurant, but you can’t have a birthday party without-” You cut off Tom’s nervous rambling by kissing him softly.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.” You reassured him, giving him another kiss to calm his nerves and to calm yours as well. You already knew how expensive dinner was, and something told you this party and that cake definitely wasn’t on the inexpensive side of things. His heart was in the right place, but it was just too much for you. Needing another distraction, you spoke up again, “Drinks?”

“Right this way.” He led you over to the rooftop bar, ordering you both a couple cocktails. As the bartender worked on the drinks, Tom got a call and stepped out to the stairs for some privacy.

“If you’re the birthday girl, why are you looking so down?” The bartender asked you, a kind smile on her face.

“Is it wrong of me to say I’m not into big parties like this?” You replied with a small laugh, “I’m grateful for it, but it’s not my scene.”

“So I’ll make this extra strong for you.” She joked, but still had a heavy hand as she poured tequila into the mixture, “You know, you’ve got a pretty remarkable boyfriend there. I’ve worked here a long time and no one’s ever rented this whole place out.”

“I’m sorry?” You questioned, not sure what she meant.

“This is a rooftop bar. We don’t do individual birthday parties, but,” She trailed off whistling, “When someone offers up that much and they’re a celebrity, can’t exactly say no.”

She laughed and slid your finished cocktail over to you. You knew she meant nothing bad by her words, and yet you still felt your gut twist as you looked around the party at everyone socializing. It was a sweet gesture, yes, but did Tom really have to dent his wallet for it? With how much he was spending for today, you knew it had to have some effect on his wallet.

Just before you could take a sip from the cocktail, your phone dinged. You looked at it in confusion as a notification came through from your bank account app: “new transfer pending”. Your heart started to race, thinking someone was somehow scamming your money, but when you looked, you saw a ridiculous amount of money being transferred into your account with the memo: “happy birthday, darling”.

You shot up from your seat at the bar and marched off to find Tom. He was still at the stairs, having just gotten off the phone with a small smile on his face. He must not have processed the angry look on your face as he started, “Your birthday gift still isn’t here. I’m sorry, I really wanted it to arrive by today.”

There was a lace of sadness in his voice, clearly disappointed, but you couldn’t focus on that. Instead, you held up your phone, displaying the new transfer on your bank account. “What the hell is this?”

“That’s for your student loans.” Tom said, the happy smile returning to his face. “I don’t know how much you owe because you won’t tell me, so I just kind of guessed.”

“Tom, you can’t just give me 15,000 pounds!” You exclaimed in frustration.

“Is that not enough? I can-” He started, reaching to take out his phone again.

“No.” Tom paused at your harsh tone, “Stop giving me money. It’s suffocating me. The world already thinks I’m a golddigger just because I’m dating you and they know I can’t afford diamond necklaces.” You pointed to the shiny piece on your neck. “I know your heart’s in the right place, but I can’t keep feeling like this, like I’m your charity case first and your girlfriend second. I want to be with Tom Holland, the dorky boy from Kingston that I fell in love with, not Tom Holland, the celebrity that just flaunts his wealth every chance he gets. If you want to make me happy and make me feel special on my birthday, make me a cake yourself or something; I’d much rather have something priceless with sentimental value than have something expensive that you bought just because you could.”

It was Tom’s turn to be speechless now, completely taken aback by your words. You sighed lightly, stepping forward to give him a quick kiss.

“Thank you for tonight, but I think I’m just going to go home.” You left down the stairs quickly, calling for a cab as you did so, leaving Tom abandoned at your own birthday party as he tried to process how his genuine actions backfired so much.

You didn’t sleep well that night, too caught up in knowing you’ll have to talk to Tom about all this eventually. It wasn’t something that you wanted to break up with him over, unless it got too out of hand, like if another 15,000 pounds suddenly appeared in your bank account. As much as you needed the money and appreciated the thought, you couldn’t accept it. You loved Tom because he was so considerate and thoughtful, and you knew he was only doing this because of that loving personality of his.

It wasn’t until later that night that you started to grow worried about your relationship. Normally, if you two ever fought (which only really happened once and for some reason neither of you remembered now), it would take only a couple hours before one of you apologized, and it had been hours since you left Tom, hours since you last heard from him. You had texted him last night to let him know you got home alright, to which he replied later that he was also home, but there was no “we need to talk” text or call.

Just as you were about to go lose yourself in a pint of self-pitying ice cream, you heard a knock at the door. You were expecting Tom on the other side when you opened the door, but you weren’t expecting him to be holding a covered platter and a gift bag.

“Is it too late to celebrate your birthday properly?” Tom asked, hopefully. You smiled, stepping out of your apartment to give him a kiss.

“Come on in.” You replied softly. You opened the door further for him to step inside beside you. He placed the gift bag and the platter down on the coffee table in front of your couch.

“I’m sorry for last night. I overdid it. I just wanted you to feel special.” He said, sitting down on the couch and you sat down beside him.

“I don’t need a fancy dinner or a big party to make me feel special. You make me feel special whenever I’m with you.” You reassured him, and he picked up the platter, shakily handing it to you.

“I can’t promise it’ll be any good, but I tried.” Tom admitted sheepishly as you unwrapped the aluminum foil around the platter. You smiled in awe, looking at the two layer round chocolate cake on the glass platter, which you now recognized as Nikki’s. It was the exact opposite of the cake from last night- a messy frosting job with no flowers, lace, or letters. You could even see the cake sticking out from under the frosting when it was spread too thin.

“You- you baked me a cake?” You asked, looking over at him. You felt tears prick at your eyes and Tom let out a nervous laugh.

“You’re not supposed to cry. Does it look that bad?” There was a sense of worry in his voice, but he felt relieved as you leaned over to kiss him.

“It’s perfect. Thank you.” You set the cake aside to come back to it later.

“I didn’t make the frosting though. I tried, but it was too runny.” He stated, making you giggle.

“That’s when you add more powdered sugar.” You explained and he handed you the gift bag next. “Is this what was supposed to be here by yesterday?”

“Yes. It arrived this afternoon. There’s actually two things in there.” He replied, a smile playing on his face while he wrapped an arm around your waist. You reached your hand into the bag and felt around. You didn’t need to fully unwrap the tissue paper to know it was a jewelry box, your eyes subconsciously widened at the feeling.

“It’s not what you think it is.” Tom laughed, knowing you’d think it was a ring.

“Not like we don’t know my answer to that.” You teased as you took out the gift. You opened the small black box to see a thin silver necklace of your birthstone resting against the velvet backdrop.

“Now, if you don’t want it because of last night, I- I can take it back.” He offered, scratching the back of his neck. “I know you don’t want me spending excessively, but I saw this weeks ago-”

“Tom, I love it.” You gently took it out of the box, handing it to him so that he could put it on you.

“Okay, so the last one,” He started nervously, before rambling, “I’ve been working on it for a couple weeks, I just needed the one last thing to actually finish it though, so I couldn’t really do it until today. I can always fix it if it doesn’t look right. And, yeah, just open it.”

“Well, now, I’m intrigued.” You laughed, slowly pulling the last gift from the bag. Tom tensed beside you, but you were far too overwhelmed, holding back tears, as you looked over the blue photo album. You turned through the pages, taking in each photograph he had put in it, reading each comment he’d written under it. It was like a story of your relationship over the years, and there was still plenty of room left in the back of the book for the future.

“See, the book was late, and that kind of set me back. I didn’t mean to ignore you today, but between the book and the cake, I was preoccupied.” He laughed lightly.

“You’re by far the best boyfriend ever. I love you so much.” You turned to him, letting a few tears escape. He wiped them away, cupping your cheek and kissing you.

“Happy belated birthday, darling.” He told you softly once he’d pulled away. You quickly got up to grab a couple forks from your kitchen before sitting on his lap on the couch. You balanced the photo album in your lap, so you could continue to go through it, while Tom held the cake platter.

“Let’s see how good this cake is.” You teased, clinking your forkful of chocolate cake against his. Tom watched as you ate your forkful first. The sweet chocolatey taste you were expecting wasn’t there; instead it tasted bitter and almost like bananas. You swallowed it and smiled, trying to play it off, but Tom could tell.

“It’s shit, isn’t it?” He asked, putting a forkful in his mouth before you could respond. He groaned at the horrible taste.

“Did you store it next to bananas?” You laughed.

“Only for like a hour!” He defended.

“I think you put too much baking powder in here. It shouldn’t be that bitter.”

Tom sighed, setting the platter down on the table. You smiled at him, still laughing a little at the cake, “You tried, and I love you for that.”

“I love you too.”

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bookwyrminspiration · 3 years

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So. Chapter 11. I have many thoughts.

First things first, absolutely amazing, every interaction the characters had felt so natural and fit together so well, and gosh I just...do not have the words to describe how much I adore your writing.

Now time for what I'm here for: you've got me all fired up again! It's been quite a hell of a while since I've done any real theory or predictions, so I might be slightly out of practice, forgive me if I get any details wrong!

And I don’t really know what all of it means yet, but let’s try to get the simple facts laid out first:

Bronte and Oralie send cryptic messages.

Sophie finds a dragon scale in a random desk.

Linh has a connection to the dragons, like Marella.

Dragons are connected with thunderstorms.

So, are we getting dragon!Linh? Because I am so here for dragon!Linh. At the very least, there’s some connection between them. But there’s…something else.

So, the messages from Oralie and Bronte are absurdly cryptic, and that’s so fucking cool and I love it, but I really really want to dig into what they’re saying now. So that’s what I’m gonna do!

Bronte’s message: Secrecy and redundancy compose the toolkit of those trying to hide. It takes a special someone to see the darkness in the world and not participate. Your infectious light is spreading.

Oralie’s message: Secrecy and redundancy compose the toolkit of those trying to hide. Play a melody for me, and tell me what it says. History will have something sweet to say about you.

And you (via Sophie) put a special focus on the words “infectious light” and “history”.

And I will eat my boots if that is not connected to some grand underlying secret underneath the entire story. Now, given that these two are Councillors and have access to confidential files, and Bronte as old as dirt, and the focus on the word history, I’m willing to bet there’s some dark secret within elven history (shocker, I know) that somehow relates to all this monster business. Cause like…it’s hard to make monsters! It’s crazy that the Neverseen and whatever the new group is called have managed to make so many!

(And I haven't figure out the Secrecy and Redundancy part yet, but I will tell you when I think I may have understood it.)

And what’s even weirder is how easy it was for Sophie and the rest of the kids to develop specific monster traits instead of just. Literally dying. And from weird potion mist, too.

Is there something about elves that allows them to turn into monsters? We know the monsters are unnatural, and when I’ve brought up the idea that elves are being turned into monsters you haven’t really denied or confirmed it, just kind of skirted around the topic. And this could also be the reason the humans haven’t been attacked by the monsters- the monsters are made of elves because elves are…somehow compatible with whatever the Neverseen are doing, and they attack other mythical creatures because I’m assuming they share traits similar enough to elves that the monsters have an interest in them.

But it’s also weird how Bronte’s letter (while actually being kind of a compliment, which I find so funny because it absolutely does not read like it, 100/10 characterization points) implies Sophie is spreading something, something infectious, and I’m sure the usage of the word “light” isn’t coincidence either.

Light is really important to elves, like really important, and it doesn’t seem like something Bronte would say, either, what with his…seeming respect for it (from how he acted when at the Point of Purity and journey back). He’d more likely say something like “bravery” or “strength”, given that (iirc) he’s even used those words to describe Sophie before. So there’s something about the word light specifically that was important, and something about the light being infectous.

And now, elves are living underground. And the monsters were said to appear out of nowhere, too, just…out of the blue. Are the Neverseen using the light to create more monsters? What are the monsters for? Can they turn whatever they’re doing off? Are the Council somehow aware of what the Neverseen is doing because they have access to lots of knowledge the main crew don’t, and that’s part of why they fled underground?

And what’s the connection with the dragons?

(I nearly forgot about the dragons.)

From what you’ve posted, you seem to really enjoy the part of dragons that is unknowable and out-of-reach, so much greater than pretty much every other creature in the world. And that also sounds like a way you could describe the void!

And if dragons could access the void, then that would explain how they appear and disappear so fast, and if they control weather that would be how the thunderstorms don’t come in over the horizon, and simply just happen.

But what does it mean? Why did Marella go to them in…what chapter was it again? I can’t remember. Why did Linh react to strongly to the dragon scales?

And Marella may have the wings, but Linh has the scales on her face (although iirc they’re a different color to the one Sophie picked up, so I don’t think it’s hers and I don’t see why she’d attack if it was), so is she a dragon as well? And if they are, are they different kinds of dragons? And since dragons are extremely territorial (from what we’ve seen and can infer so far) is that going to create problems? Linh already reacted terribly to another scale, so if her and Marella’s dragon instincts get worse, I can see how that would go terribly. Or is Linh a different kind of creature?

There’s just…so many thoughts. I barely got into any actual theories here, oops. But that’s…most of my thoughts for now. Hope you enjoyed? I know I personally enjoyed Chapter 11 immensely, thank you for this wonderful AU!

- pyro

woa this is a lot!! pyro!! i am speechless!! I am. I am ahhh!!! I'm glad the interactions felt natural, I was a little worried they'd feel too out of character but sometimes my need to let them mess around with each other takes over

those first four facts you've laid out do seem to be what I'm hinting at--whether you're correct though, I'll let you find out in later chapters. I have more to say about Bronte and Oralie's messages but I'll get to that later. also, I do have more planned for the dragons, which will be fun!!

will be entirely honest i forgot you all don't know what wings Linh has--but!! her connection to the dragons may be related to her wings! everyone has a pair of wings unique to them, so how that translates to her remains to be seen. Marella with the dragon wings and the interests may seem more obvious, but I think Linh is gonna have a lot more mysterious, confusing connection to the way everything works.

Now! onto Bronte and Oralie's messages!! these stumped me for a while because I needed them to be cryptic, but also riddle-like with some kind of meaning that sophie could figure out if she gave it enough thought. of course, as of chapter 11 she hasn't even tried to figure it out, but it's planted that seed in her mind

a cool thing that I just want to point out: there are a few lines throughout the au that i have taken the structure of directly of from the books and altered their wording. One of those was in a previous chapter where I took the "but her mind was stronger than her body" from book one and changed it. I don't remember exactly what i changed it into as it's been a while, but I know that's one of them. and i did it again in this chapter! if you remember the message Bronte had Mr. Forkle give Sophie, "It takes a special someone to see darkness inside of someone and not condemn them," that's the quote I based his unique portion of the message off of. Oralie's also has a meaning tied to an interaction with her, but it's not tied to a specific quote.

for the "infectious light," you are right, that does have a meaning, and it was important it was those exact words. what it turns out to be, however, may not be entirely what you're expecting. and then there's the "history will have something sweet to say about you" which is a little hint to Sophie, whenever she figures that one out. they are trying to send her a message but she needs to figure out what they're trying to say first!! also, the secrecy and redundancy part does have something more to it, but I'll let you continue theorizing about that one.

my apologies if i'm focusing on this part for too long, but I legit spent like half an hour trying to figure out how to word this to set up future scenes and reveals, so I want to share some of that process!

and it is curious how the elven world is the only one affected...

there's a lot of theories for why it was so easy for them to develop those features, maybe their minds adapt to abilities so suddenly that they're predisposed to other changes as well, or they go quicker. maybe it's fragile, guilty minds that enable them to be taken over by horrors like these, whereas humans are exposed to violence and guilt and grief on a daily basis. I might touch on this later in the chapters, so I don't want to spoil anything, but there so many possibilities!!

moving on to the dragons!! you're right, i do think very highly of dragons and like the inachievability of them in this context. they're not just mindless creatures, they're a lot more complex, as we saw with them having abilities like elves. Sophie doesn't know exactly what it was, but she thinks it was tied to the explosive sounds she heard and the change in the weather. and I could tie them to the void! if we going with intelligent creatures having access to the void (like silveny, though her intelligence is very different) then it would make sense to continue that pattern. and it could explain a few of the mysteries left behind after chapter 7 (6? i forget which one)

like i mentioned before, I do have more planned for the dragons, and that does involve both Linh and Marella specifically. so!! I think some of your questions will be answered in the upcoming chapters, but for now I can't exactly answer without spoiling. but! you are asking the right questions!! you are on the right track!!

and it wasn’t exactly scales on linhs face, more they had they same pattern (the iridescent one) but I might've worded it weird so I can see where that came from. as for whether or not she's a dragon, the only thing I can tell you right now is that she doesn't have the exactly same wings as Marella, and i told you in chapter 9 (i think?) that she could easily hide them like Sophie, Wylie, and Biana. The whole mystery with the scale, however, is one of the things that i can't answer without spoiling, so I guess that tells you there's a lot more to that too.

i also have so many thoughts about the au and !! I loved reading all of yours!! I enjoyed it thoroughly!! chapter 11 may seem slower than some of the more action packed chapters, but it sets up a lot of the lore and background we'll need for future endeavors, so i'm glad you liked it!! I think i introduced a lot of questions in this one too...

I might've missed some of your points (there were a lot, which is excellent!!), so if there was something important I glossed over feel free to send another ask so I can go back over it!!

but thank you for reading this au!! talking about it motivates me to write more and make it more complex!! I mean, we're about 84,000 words in and I'm still going, so. there's a lot more to come!!

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Just a Touch

Tom Holland soulmate AU where soulmates can heal each other through touch

I’ve been sitting on this story for literal months. Like it’s been finished and I just... haven’t posted it. Oops lol :) Enjoy

Word Count: 5072

Warnings: mentions of injury; implied s*x

Rating: T but with some slightly mature themes

*Not my AU idea!!* I don’t remember where I saw it first but I didn’t make up this concept, just changed it a bit!

You were surrounded by people, all waiting to see the one and only Tom Holland.

It was an exciting thought, except for the fact that your whole body was aching from having stood in place for hours. Your back was sore, legs tired, and a headache had been brought on by all the yelling.

Unfortunately for you, you had yet to meet your soulmate.

See, touching your soulmate could heal pretty much anything, but not everyone had the privilege of knowing theirs. Some did, of course. Most fell in love and married while others were platonic friends who usually lived in close proximity.

You weren’t alone in this predicament. Only a few of your friends knew their soulmates. One pair of friends had grown up together and always known, another pair lived long distance but had a thriving relationship.

It’s not like you really cared. You were still young and had never really needed their help healing you. Sure you’d been hurt, but the occasional bump and bruise (and that one broken arm) weren’t the end of the world.

You snapped out of your thoughts as the cheers got loud again, signaling that Tom was finally drawing near. You and your friends looked around, trying to peek over shoulders and catch a glimpse of him.

What you didn’t realize is that he was within the crowd somewhere behind you, coming forward. A few moments later, you finally saw him heading straight towards you.

He was trying to give high fives and greetings as he passed through the thick crowd. When he approached, people seemed to surge around you, and you were bumped around, falling over.

A hand reached out to steady you, and a voice asked,

“You alright, darling?”

Adrenaline spiked as you realized that the hand and voice belonged to Tom himself. A quick smile and nod and he was on his way again.

What you didn’t realize until later was the way your aches had disappeared and the surge of energy had rushed over you.

Tom was having a weird day to say the least.

He’d woken up late, body sore and tired. His sinuses were stuffed and head hurt. Yesterday had been a long day of press and workouts, and of course his allergies had to flare right before another taxing day.

But the show must go on, right?

Upon arriving to yet another location that day, Tom found a massive crowd waiting for him, so he did something any spontaneous twenty-something man would do.

Walk right through the middle of it.

To be honest, Tom had been pulling more stunts like this lately in the hopes that he would find his own soulmate. Sure he was a worldwide celebrity, but that didn’t make the search any easier.

Yes, he could live without one, but as accident and broken-nose prone he was, he’d feel safer knowing they were out there and could help him when he really needed it.

So, he moved through the crowd giving as many high fives as possible.

At one point he came across a girl who lost her step, helping steady her and making sure she was okay before continuing on to the building.

It was only when he was inside that Tom realized he could breathe a little bit easier and the stiff and sore feeling had subsided.

He paused when the door shut, confused at why he suddenly felt so... good.

And then it hit him.

“Come on, man, we need to get upstairs,” Harry said, ignoring the surprised expression on his brother’s face.

“I think I found her. Or.. him. I don’t really know.”

“What are you on about? We need to go.”

“No, Harry. I found someone. My soulmate is out there in that crowd.”

Harry was dumbfounded. He was still soulmate-less, and found it stupid for Tom to run through crowds and touch everyone just to find them, but now look who had the last laugh.

“How do you know? You aren’t hurt are you? Or did you just forget to tell me?”

“Well, I was really sore this morning, and now I’m not. And my allergy symptoms are gone. I don’t know how to describe it, but I’m healed and it was definitely not by natural causes.”

“Well we don’t have time for you to run back through and try to single someone out of everyone out there. I’m sure you’ll find each other again soon. Now Let’s. Go.”

And with that, Tom resigned his fight and continued on with his plans, but his focus was elsewhere.

You’d decided to keep it a secret that you had found your soulmate because, frankly, you weren’t quite sure who it was.

Your longing heart hoped it was Tom, but you’d touched so many people in the few seconds before, during, and after interacting with him. It was foolish to think it was him, and there was no way to tell your friends because they’d just call you crazy.

The only way to find out was staring back at you in the form of a lot of money.

Tom had an upcoming meet and greet, the perfect way to get one on one with him. Unfortunately tickets were expensive, but maybe, just maybe, it would be worth the price.

So you clicked confirm, and the one month countdown commenced.

Tom was tired of not knowing who his soulmate was.

It was one thing not even knowing if they were out there, but it was another to have experienced healing without having met them. In a sense, it felt like sharing intimacy with a stranger.

He continued to walk through crowds when possible, but still nothing. He even asked Harry to punch him in the arm sometimes just so he’d have something painful to compare with.

Now, a month after kind of meeting them, he was standing in front of a backdrop taking pictures with fans. And maybe “the one” would be here today. Because of this, Tom let Harry give him another punch for what was hopefully the last time.

On another side of the event space, you stood in the long line surrounded by strangers, butterflies stirring in your stomach. Or was it nausea? Maybe both.

You wore a pair of cute jean shorts and a crop top to show the scrape on your leg from clumsily sliding across some carpet and the bruise on your side from running into the kitchen counter.

Almost an hour had passed since you’d gotten in line and now there were only 4 people in front of you. You realized that you’d only have about a minute to say something and had to be quick.

Finally your time came and you were led into what was essentially a pop-up room with Tom on one side and a camera crew plus his team on the other.

“Hi there. It’s so nice to meet you!” he said, arms extending for a hug.

“Wait,” you said stopping him, the camera crew clearly annoyed that you might take up time. “I need you to look at my leg while you touch my hand.”

“Um, okay?” Tom replied as you showed the scrape on your knee, “ that’s quite the scratch.”

You laughed nervously and grabbed his hand. Suddenly any pain around your leg or side started to go away, and the redness surrounding your knee began to fade as if it was healing in triple time.

It was him, and you were both shocked.

Tom’s arm no longer hurt once he grabbed your hand. He couldn’t believe he’d found you.

Both of you looked into each other’s eyes, entranced as you smiled at each other, hands still held together. Then there was a click and a flash and you snapped out of it, looking to the camera.

“Okay sweetheart come over here and get your number...” a crew member said, trying to lead you out.

“Wait, wait. Just please wait one second,” Tom exclaimed to the crew, and then turning to you he said loudly enough for everyone to hear, “don’t go anywhere.”

You nodded and nervously looked at all the event staff who clearly wanted nothing more than to finish up and move on.

Tom pulled Harry aside and before he could say anything, Harry cut him off.

“She’s the one isn’t she?” he asked.

“Yeah. Definitely. I don’t know if you saw it bu-”

They talked a few minutes and you were asked to follow Harry to the green room as Tom resumed his place to finish up pictures with the remaining fans.

Harry opened the door and gestured around. There were a few chairs, a coffee table, a little sink, and a counter on the side of the room covered in snacks, drinks, and personal bags.

“Feel free to take a seat. Tom’ll be a bit longer. Would you like a water?”

“That’d be great, thanks,” you replied as you sat cautiously at one end of the couch. Harry came around and handed you a bottle, seating himself in a chair on your left.

You conversed for a while until finally Tom burst through the door frantically. When his eyes met yours, he let out a loud sigh of relief.

“I’m so glad you’re still here. Harry, d’you mind?”

With that, Harry got up, telling you a quick goodbye as he slipped out of the room, leaving only you and Tom. You stood up quickly and stuck out a hand.

“We never met properly. I’m y/n.”

Tom took your hand in his for the second time that day, and since nothing was wrong with you now, you felt a tingling sensation where your hand met his.

“I’m sure you know, but I’m Tom.”

You let out a chuckle and nodded happily. After a few seconds of staring at each other silently, Tom spoke up again.

“So you’re my soulmate, eh? The more I look at you, I wonder, did you accidentally fall in that crowd a few weeks back?”

You were shocked he remembered.

“Yeah, actually. I thought I was crazy to believe you were the one just from that.”

You should’ve heard what Harry said about me,” he muttered.

With that, you spent the day getting to know each other and swapped numbers, deciding to keep things under wraps for now.

You and Tom had spoken many times in the two months since first meeting, texting throughout the day and facetiming often. It was like an instant friendship had formed, filling a hole in your heart that you didn’t know was there.

Now you were in your last lecture of the day at your university when your phone rang. It was Tom.

Usually you wouldn’t answer calls in the middle of class, but Tom never called unless you both knew you were free. So, you quickly packed up your things and ran out, making a mental note to email your professor about it later.

“Hello?” you picked up, nervous.

“Y/n, it’s Harry. Tom got into a, uh, little accident on set. We were wondering if you could come out and heal him. He’ll pay for everything.”

You thought about it for a minute. It was a Friday, which meant that wherever he was, you should be able to be back for classes again on Monday.

“Where are you guys filming?” you asked.

“Montreal. I found that the next direct flight from LA is this evening if you can make it. I’ll book you the ticket if you’ll just send over the necessary information.”

“Okay, yeah, sure,” you said, frantically racing across campus to your car, “how long am I gonna be there and how’s the weather. What should I pack?”

“It’s definitely chilly so pack layers. Until Sunday, but it’s an overnight flight. Make sure you wear something nice on the plane. We’ll have someone pick you up when your flight lands”

Everything was happening so fast, but you had to do this. He was your soulmate after all.

You raced through LAX, dragging a small carryon behind you after finally getting your ticket and passing through security. You hadn’t really looked at the details and just hoped to get to the gate on time.

You arrived a few minutes before boarding and realized you hadn’t told anyone but your roommate what you were doing, and even then you lied and said you were just visiting a "sick friend.”

Looking at the ticket, you saw that you were in boarding group 1, which was a crazy thought. Usually you were in like 5 or 6.

Seat 4A. Wow that’s close to the front.

It wasn’t until stepping on the plane that you realized 4A was in first class. You’d never ridden first class, and it was shocking that Tom would pay for you to fly in such luxury.

It was also good that you’d taken Harry’s advice and worn some slacks, a blouse, and a blazer, as most of the passengers around you were dressed in business suits and dresses.

You settled in for the 5 and a half hour flight, wondering what Montreal would hold when you landed at about 4:30 the next morning, Tom’s time.

Exiting the international airport after getting through customs, you searched for a sign with your name on it. It had been hard explaining where you were going or staying to the customs agent when you didn’t know yourself. You’d lied and said you were staying with a friend just outside the city as if you really knew.

You finally spotted a man in a nice suit and hat with a sign reading “Ms. y/n y/l/n” and headed towards him. He shook your hand and led you to sleek black Mercedes, opening the door for you and putting your bag in the back.

“Mr. Holland’s home, oui?” He asked in his own French-Canadian accent.

“Oui, or, yes. Yeah. Thank you.”

It was still dark out, but the sky began brightening as you traveled. It took about 45 minutes for you to finally pull onto a little driveway that wound towards a house. You’d been communicating with Harry and now saw him standing under porch lights.

“Okay, what’s wrong? How is he?” you immediately asked when stepping out as the driver went to retrieve your bag.

“He’s doing okay, but he’s in a lot of pain. I’ll let him do the explaining,” Harry answered as he took the bag from the driver, thanked him, and handed him a stack of cash. He showed you into and through the house.

Harry opened a door that led to a dark bedroom where Tom was laying on top of the bed.

He looked awful. His face was beat up with a black eye and swollen nose, he had a splint on one leg that rested on a pillow, and one wrist was covered in ace wrap.

“Heyyy, darling. You alright?” he croaked, trying to give you a cheeky grin.

“Oh my God, Tom! What did you do?” you exclaimed, rushing beside his bed. Harry exited the room, saying he’d put your things in another room.

Tom explained how he’d had an accident while doing a dirt biking stunt that involved mud and crashing into a tree and then tumbling down a hill.

“Thank you for coming, by the way. You didn’t have to.”

“Tom you look like you’re on your deathbed, how could I not? And I mean what is this like the fifth time you’ve broken your nose?”

“I told you I’m clumsy,” he tried to joke as you shook your head in feigned amusement.

Now was the hard part, figuring out how to heal him effectively. It was well known that healing happened faster the more a pair was touching, but you and Tom hadn’t known each other long. Where was the line of too much vs. not enough?

“Okay, how fast do you want to get better? And by that I mean, how comfortable are you with contact?” you questioned.

“I’m fine with whatever you feel comfortable doing. I’d be happy even if you only laid one finger on me.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes, eventually deciding to sit on the bed next to him. You started by putting a hand over his hurt arm, and immediately you began to feel tired. Healing someone with bigger injuries was... draining.

A few minutes later and you couldn’t sit up anymore and instead laid down, now pressing your body to his. You watched as the blue and purple spots on his face faded to normal as you felt yourself tire even faster than before.

Soon enough, he was moving to unwrap his wrist and leg, rolling both of them in circles to test the waters, wincing at his ankle still. Suddenly, you rolled away.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

“I... I need to rest for a bit. Give me a few hours and I’ll finish fixing up that ankle,” you managed to say before passing out.

Light filled the room as you opened your eyes from deep slumber. You were confused at where you were, then remembered the circumstances. But this wasn’t Tom’s room. Your bag sat by the door and phone rested on a bedside table. Your stomach growled.

You slowly got up and headed to the bathroom, fixing your hair and changing into something more comfortable than business clothes.

You navigated down the hall towards male voices, finding Harry, Harrison, and Tom all sitting around a dining table laughing. They suddenly went quiet when you came in.

“Y/n! You’re awake!” Tom said, moving to stand, but instead winced and settled back.

“Hah, yeah. What’s that smell? Are you cooking up lunch?”

The boys looked at each other, then back at you.

“Y/n... it’s 6 in the evening...” Harry started, “you’ve been asleep about 12 hours.”

You were shocked, but checked the time on the wall. Sure enough, it was just past 6. Your stomach growled again.

“Well... that’s interesting, but seriously, do I smell food or not? I could eat a whale.” you joked.

After a large spaghetti dinner, you all moved to the living room. Tom had asked you to wait to finish healing him until later that night so you could both sleep at a normal time.

The boys explained how after you’d passed out, Harry and Harrison had carried you to your room to rest. You spent the night laughing with the boys and getting to know Tom’s friend and brother better, too.

When nighttime rolled around, Tom used some crutches to get to his room and you followed close behind.

Once he settled in, you again took post beside him, this time resigning to laying down from the get-go. You pressed up against each other like before, but this time he wrapped an arm over your side.

It didn’t take long for you to feel sleepy, but you could feel Tom moving his ankle and sighing in relief. He let out a soft hum.

“Thank you, darling,” he whispered, but you were already slipping into slumber.

The next morning you had woken up in Tom’s arms, which was shocking to say the least (but in a good way). He was able to walk again and looked completely healthy, which was great.

You spend the rest of Sunday hanging out before packing to go back home.

“Hey, y/n,” Tom said softly, standing in the doorway of your room, “Thanks again for coming out. I wanted to ask, I mean, I know you’re in uni now, but when you go on summer break, would you maybe want to come stay with me for the summer? I’m filming for Spider-Man and well... you know me.”

“Tom, are you asking me to come spend a summer with you filming a Marvel movie?”

“Well, if you’re alright with it. We begin shooting in Atlanta.”

“Uh, absolutely! How could anyone pass that up? The only thing I’m concerned about is how we’re gonna keep this a secret.”

“What if we didn’t?”

You stood up from where you had just placed some clothes back in your bag.

“What?”

“I mean, what if we announced that we’re soulmates? Obviously it’s up to you, but I just saw an article with leaked information that I was seriously hurt and the internet will be appalled when they see pictures of me completely healed.”

You took a heavy breath out, thinking.

“Okay. But I want to wait until people start talking about it. I feel like we need to keep it quiet until we really need to,” you explained, zipping up your carryon.

“Deal.”

After finals, you were able to go home for two weeks to see your friends and family before heading east to Atlanta.

After going public as Tom’s soulmate, you’d definitely gotten some attention at school and online, but thankfully no one really bothered you in person about it.

Tom was waiting at the airport when you arrived with two large bags and a backpack for your three month stay. Tom was letting you stay in a spare room at his rental house for the summer, so you’d brought pretty much your entire summer wardrobe.

As the first month came and went, you’d gotten to know the cast and crew as you were now labeled as another “assistant” for Tom and spent your days around set.

He hadn’t really hurt himself aside from some pulled muscles, and had actually needed to heal you once when you tripped by the pool and slammed your knee into the concrete.

Almost every night before going to bed, you gave each other a long hug to take away any of the day’s soreness.

It was during the second month that Tom really got hurt.

He was in the Spider-man stunt rig swinging around when a clip that had been incorrectly attached came undone. Of course he had other wires, but the one that came off caused him to slam with full force from a decent height into a wall, where he stuck his arms and legs out to brace himself.

He’d definitely broken a bone or two and heavily sprained his ankle . He also had hit the side of his head upon impact and suffered a concussion.

Once they lowered him down, you rushed over and put a hand on him, and he immediately stopped groaning in pain. You however, were quickly drained of energy and needed to stop.

As you were helped to his trailer to rest, they got to work removing the wires and suit, now that he was in slightly less pain. It took almost an hour, which gave you enough time to at least build up some energy and eat something.

They closed filming for the day to investigate the incident and sent Tom and you home. No one would let you touch him until you were home so they wouldn’t possibly have to carry both of you into the house.

You watched nervously as Tom and Harry carefully carried him to his room and the second he was in bed, you crawled in next to him. It didn’t take long for him to start showing signs of improvement as your strength deteriorated.

After almost a half hour, you finally let yourself fall into a deep slumber.

After that day, it was like a switch had flipped in you. You were scared of leaving Tom alone now and he wasn’t particularly fond of separation either, even though he was mostly fine by the next day.

Because of that, you had made the decision to fully move in together, meaning you were now sharing a bed every night. You now always fell asleep in each other’s arms, but there was nothing sexual about it.

To be honest, though, you didn’t really understand where your relationship stood.

Yes, you had had a crush on him before all of this and yes you held a deep love for him, but what kind? He was your soulmate, and things were great, but did you want things to become more? Everyone said the most healing act was sex, but was he even thinking about that?

You got somewhat of an answer just a week later when Tom invited the cast to get drunk together now that filming had been pushed back due to the investigation.

After many hard seltzers and beers and margaritas and all kinds of other drinks had been smashed, some members left in ubers while others crashed on the couch and your former room.

You and Tom, however, headed back to his room. You weren’t really drunk, you had wanted to keep an eye out on Tom, so there was a slight buzz in your head and you felt a little warm, but nothing else.

You tried to help him get ready for bed when he blurted out a few words,

“You know I really want to kiss you right now. Have wanted to for a while.”

Your cheeks burned and butterflies danced in your stomach. You chuckled.

“Hmm. Say that when you’re sober.”

“Can I at least give you a little kiss? Just on the forehead?” he mumbled as he crawled into the bed.

You tugged on some sweats, then got in next to him.

“Yeah alright, since you asked nicely,” you said, curling up next to him.

You felt his lips press softly on your temple, then his chin rest above your head.

“Goodnight, y/n. Love you,” he whispered.

You smiled and squinched your face. The alcohol buzz was fading fast from his touch.

“Goodnight, Tom.”

It seemed like Tom had forgotten everything that happened that night as he never brought it up again, and even though drunk words are sober thoughts, you didn’t want to bring it up in case he’d changed his mind.

A couple weeks passed and every night you still fell asleep holding each other, and things finally got back into a rhythm as filming was resumed, but you couldn’t help but continue to think about what he’d said drunk.

Then one night you got into an argument.

It had started off as a little disagreement with a few jabs and ended with shouting. You stormed into the bedroom and then the bathroom, slamming the door behind you to cool off.

You splashed some water on your face and looked in the mirror, trying not to cry. Things had been going so well. What happened?

A few minutes later and there was a soft knock on the door.

“Y/n? Could you please come out? I want to talk to you.”

You rolled your eyes but obliged, walking to sit on the bed’s edge.

“Look, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things and yelled at you and I didn’t mean any of it,” he apologized.

“I’m sorry too, Tom. I’m just frustrated about something else and I let it control my emotions. Either way, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“What’s bothering you?” He asked, taking a tentative seat next to you.

You, you thought

“It’s nothing. You wouldn’t get it.”

“I’m sure I would. You can tell me.”

“No, Tom. I can’t.”

“Y/n come on.”

“Fine, okay. I’m pretty sure I love you or something,” your voice began to raise, “and you asked to kiss me when we had that party and then never brought it up and I didn’t know what to say because I hadn’t wanted to take advantage of you drunk but then we just continued like nothing happened and I’ve wanted to kiss you and hold you for so long and I just-”

And that’s when he cut you off with a kiss. You pulled back in amazement.

“Tom I-”

“Look, y/n. I didn’t bring it up again because I was afraid you weren’t interested and I had overstepped. Yeah I was drunk but I still remember something as big as that. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

That’s when you passionately went in for a kiss, eventually shifting so that you straddled him. You got to say your own line upon breaking off.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

It wasn’t much longer that clothing was shed and Tom was digging in his bedside table for condoms (he “always has them just in case”) and you were breathing heavy and covered in a thin layer of sweat.

You’d thought since the time you and Tom met that your heart was full, but you hadn’t felt complete until this moment, staring at your soulmate after entangling yourselves like never before.

You hadn’t even realized that your heart was hurting until it was healed by a simple action.

Your heart pounded as you thought about what had just happened, staring at the ceiling. Neither of you had talked since exclaiming each other’s names in ecstasy.

“Holy shit,” Tom whispered, looking over at you once he cooled down. You let out a laugh, not sure what to say back.

“I swear, y/n, that was the best feeling I’ve ever had. Ever. Why did we not think of this sooner?”

You rolled onto your side and looked at him with a soft smile.

“I can say I’ve never felt anything like I do in this moment. I’ve never felt so whole. Never felt so in love. And you don’t have to say it back but it’s how I feel and-”

“I’m in love with you, too. You know it cracks me up when you overthink things. I’ve been in love with you ever since the moment I watched all my friends become infatuated with you. You’re magnetic, and I’m so glad you’re mine.”

“You really mean that?”

“I do. I love you. You’re truly the best thing that ever happened to me,” he explained.

“Hey, now, just because you love me doesn’t mean you have to lie. Spider-Man has to rank above me.”

“Well Spider-Man led me to you.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“Touché.”

You sat in silence a bit longer, watching each other carefully.

“Do you think we should go back in there? You know, so the boys don’t think we hate each other or anything?” you ask, jutting your thumb towards the door behind you.

“Mmm. I guess we could do that... after we take a shower...” he trailed, raising his brows. You let out another laugh.

“I like the way you think, soulmate.”

A/N: ooooh my spiciest story yet. That’s about as explicit as I’ll ever get but it fit the vibe of the story. Again, I don’t remember who I got the general idea from, but the touch soulmate AU is not completely mine. I did modify it a little bit, tho.

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Say My Name

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (and a bit of fluff at the end🙈)

Warnings: Hard Dom! Chan, Daddy/babygirl kink, oral (f), mentions of alchohol(??)

Words: 3.3k

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It was a lovely quite warm evening during the middle of March and your friend Leah had persuaded you into going out for a couple of drinks.

After your last relationship had come to a bad end a few months prior –almost a year– you hadn't been going out much as you weren't interested in a love life at the moment.

Which also ended up affecting your sex life and making it basically nonexistent.

So Leah was determined to change that.

She helped you pick out a dress and you both got ready at your house. She did your make up and you did hers, you were having a great time with one of your closest friends and you genuinely thought this would be a girls night. Little did you know what was about to take place only a few hours from now.

"Damn! You're fire!" You told Leah hyping her up and boosting her confidence. She was wearing a black, strapless and tight fitted dress with some fishnets and knee-high boots.

"You are not so bad yourself!" She said joking as she gestured towards your outfit which consisted of a red tight fitted off-the-shoulder dress that reached just a few inches above your knees and had a slit up your left thigh suggesting what was laying underneath paired with black stilettos.

You weren't really the type to dress up or go clubbing often but whenever you did, you honestly loved it! You loved how confident these sexy outfits made you feel. You loved the stares coming from men and women left and right. You loved the euphoric feeling of sex mixed with alcohol. Nights like these were the ones you strived to always remember.

So with one last check in the mirror you and your friend exited your house, locked the door behind you two and entered a passing cab. Both of you agreed that you wouldn't drive as you both planned to drink at least one glass. So to be safe, you called a taxi.

Arriving at the club, you both entered while holding hands as to not get lost between the sea of sweaty bodies grinding up against each other.

You hadn't even made it to the bar yet and you had already spotted a few hotties—this definitely wasn't gonna be a girl's night.

Leah sat on one of the stools and you sat right next to her and you both turned to the barman.

From the corner of your eye you notice how Leah was basically drooling, and in all honesty she had all the rights to. He was tall and incredibly gorgeous. He seemed to be quite young, at least younger than the two of you so you weren't planning on making any moves as for Leah, that's another story.

"So ... Hyunjin." She said reading his name tag.

"Yes miss, how could I help you?" He asked slightly leaning into the counter with a sky smirk on his face.

"My friend over here and I would like something to drink... give us your best drinks." She said placing some money on the counter and he looked at her hand pushing the bills.

"This one's on me, gorgeous." He said as he sent a wink her way and got to work.

She turned to you and you pouted, "What the actual fuck Leah? It hasn't even been 15 minutes since we entered and you already have found a hottie who will probably fuck the shit out of you later. What am I supposed to do?" You whined at her.

"Calm down okay? I'll help you! I'll find you a nice person to take care of you!" She said with a wink.

"How about this guy right there? The one with the blonde hair and green eyes? He looks fine!" She said and you bit your lip about to give in, but then saw a girl wrapping a hand around his waist and he leaned down and kissed her.

"Oh.." She let out dumbfounded and you sighed.

"Just forget it, I don't need any guy to show me fun! I can do it myself! I'm gonna dance!" You said trying to make her forget about it.

Just at that moment Hyunjin turned around and placed two glasses on the counter, you thanked him, grabbed yours and left right away.

The dance floor was busy with sweaty bodies dancing like crazy to the upbeat music blasting through the speakers.

Taking small and frequent sips of your drink, you found yourself letting loose to the music and your body moving according to the beat.

After a few of these drinks you were getting tipsy and you were dancing on your own for a long time now, deciding that was enough for now you went to leave when suddenly you almost bumped into a male figure.

And fuck, was he hot though?

"Oh oops, I'm sorry!" You said and went to leave.

"Its okay I wasn't looking! By the way love your dress!" He said as he winked at you and you smirked slyly.

"Well thank you, you look quite nice yourself." You said in a joking manner.

Being tipsy and all you continued to dance alone in front of the man's presence as he continued to talk with you.

And he couldn't help but stare in curiosity and lust.

You were so fucking hot he couldn't even comprehend how fuckable you looked all sweaty under the dim coloured lights of the club.

It made him think about you sweaty and under dim lights in a completely different scenario.

"So my names Chris, yours? Or should I call you gorgeous?" He asked in a flirting manner as he grabbed his lower lip between his teeth.

He proceeded to dance along to the music and waiting for an answer.

You couldn't help but scan the man from head to toe, his hair was a beautiful shade of dark brown matching with his eyes. His lips were plump and pink and he had adorable dimples that showed up whenever he smirked playfully at you. His body oh gosh his body was something you really wanted to explore. His exposed biceps were buff and veiny and it was obvious that the man worked out a lot.

You smirked and looked straight into his eyes and moved closer to his form still dancing.

"The names Y/n.. but you can call me whatever you want hottie" you said and proceeded to grind your ass against his thigh.

He bit his lip harder as his hands landed on the small of your waist.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing little girl.." he said through clenched teeth as he leaned so far in that your noses were almost touching and you could feel his breath fanning your lips. You leaned into his ear and let out a chuckle.

"Maybe this isn't the most dangerous it can get.." you said and captured his earlobe between your teeth.

Chris's grip on your waist tightened and his breath slightly hitched.

He pulled you back and kissed you on the lips. The kiss was rough and full of lust, your tongues fighting for dominance and yours winning for a second before he regained control. He bit and sucked on your lips and tongue making you let out tiny noises of satisfaction making him pull even closer to his body.

You were both a mess, making out in the middle of the dance floor and grinding against each other like wolves in heat.

"Wanna take this to my place?" He asked as he pulled away from your mouth panting.

You turned towards were your friend was sitting to see her still flirting with that Hyunjin guy. You took out your phone sent her a quick text and nodded at him.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd, leading you outside he called a taxi and then turned to you and kissed you on the lips once again.

"You sure about this babygirl?" He asked making sure you were doing this with full consent.

"Babygirl huh?" You smirked slyly and leaned in towards his face.

"Sure thing daddy." You whispered into his mouth before biting his lip and he groaned in response grabbing your hips and bringing you closer.

You started making out in the parking lot and just when his hands travelled from your waist to the curve of your ass, the taxi arrived.

You both got in and continued making out at the backseat after Chris instructed the driver to get you two to his house.

Once the car came to a stop he paid for the ride and lead you inside by pulling on your hand.

Throwing your handbag by the door you turned to him only to have him pinning you up against the wall and sucking on your neck searching for your sweet spot.

Your legs immediately became wobbly and your hands found a tight grip on his biceps.

It took everything in you not to moan but when he sucked on that specific spot close to the center of your collarbones you couldn't help but let out a strangled whine.

You bit your hand embarrassed by the sound that came out of your mouth.

"Oh no babygirl! Let daddy hear your beautiful voice alright?" He said as he gave your lips a peck and moved his way downwards to your littered neck full of fresh marks.

Unzipping your dress and sliding it down, he stopped just above your stomach so your boobs would be freed.

He kissed on top of your cleavage and couldn't help but bury his face in them.

He quickly took off your bra throwing it somewhere in the livingroom.

He then proceeded to suck, lick and bite onto your right boob, paying extra attention to the erect nipple.

"Chris~" you couldn't help but moan his name as he worked wonders on your breasts.

"What was that babygirl?" He asked as he stopped.

"N-Nothing! Please don't stop!" You practically begged as you tried to pull his face close to your naked chest once again.

"I'm gonna let this slide just this once. But daddy won't be as generous next time! Understood?" He asked and you nodded desperately.

He had barely even touched you yet and you were already wet, your panties getting more and more soaked by the minute.

With a last squeeze and a kiss on your breasts he pulls away, took off his dress shirt and lead you to his bedroom.

The room was dimly lit by some side lamp on his desk and the bed was large, but that's just about everything you noticed before he pushed you on the bed and pinned your hands above you head.

Taking off the dress completely, he exposed your lower half which was covered by a thin layer of lace.

He smirked and licked his lips with lust and hunger mixed in his beautiful but dark irises.

"You planned on getting fucked tonight didn't you?" He asked as he pulled on the under garment's band and then let it slap against the beautiful and not to mention unmarked skin of your thighs.

"Well you ain't getting fucked by a little boy today, so why dont you let me show you how daddy fucks his little girl huh?" He said and you couldn't help but clench around thin air, your thighs closing and your butt squirming.

"Hmm, my babygirl is so needy~" he cooed as he gripped your thighs and forcefully pulled them apart revealing your covered heat.

Chris quickly rid you of the last piece of clothing remaining on your body and his breath hitched in his throat as he saw your glistening wet flower.

He trailed kisses down the center of your chest to your tummy and lastly to your danger zone— but no! Chris wasnt gonna give it to you so easily.

He kissed all around your pussy and thighs avoiding your clit and entrance and kissing around it on the outer lips and inner thighs.

Leaving a few marks here and there as well your hips thrusted forward trying desperately to find some sort of friction.

He quickly pinned your hips down with his strong hands and finally looked straight into your eyes as he landed the first long and sharp lick across your slit.

You moaned loudly and he couldn't help but groan as he lapped up all of your arousal.

Focusing on your clit, he slipped one finger in your tight hole making you moan louder and pant heavier than before.

"Oh my gosh, keep going! Just like that!" You moaned as Chris hit your g-spot with his finger repeatedly.

He hummed against your clit causing the vibration to send waves of pleasure all over your body while at the same time he added a second finger.

All of the stimulation of your most sensitive parts soon enough drove you over the edge.

Chris sensed that you were close as your walls tightened around his fingers so he gave your clit one last strong suck and pulled his mouth and fingers away from you making you let out a cry of frustration as you lost your high.

"I swear to God if you don't finish what you started... I haven't had sex in freaking months!" You said as you sat up on your ass looking at Chris frustrated.

"Watch your mouth babygirl.." He said as he glared at you. You couldn't help but be intimidated by his naked and toned figure hovering over you.

"And don't worry I'm about to change that." He said with a smirk as he unbuckled his belt and proceeded to take off his jeans and briefs.

Once his member was out and free you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together at the image of his red and angry dick standing tall against his toned stomach and leaking with pre-cum already.

"You caused this babygirl..." He growled as he came closer to you. "How do you feel about that?" He asked as gripped a fistful of your hair and tilted up your head to look straight into his eyes.

"Proud." Was all you said before he crashed your lips together in yet another sloppy make out session and he pushed you further into the bed.

You could feel his cock against your pussy and all you wanted and needed at that moment was him inside you and fucking you mercilessly.

"What do you want baby? Let me hear you.." He panted in your ear as he placed a condom around his erected cock.

"I want you Daddy! I want Daddy to fuck me till I cant think straight! To fuck me so good that I wont be able to walk for days!" You cried out and he groaned.

"Your wish is my demand..." he managed to growl out before plugging his thick and rock-hard cock into your swollen, wet cavern.

You both let out sighs of relief at the pleasure of him being inside you.

It was as if his cock was made just to be inside your pussy as he filled you to the brim and stretched you out oh so good.

Soon he started rocking his hips in the most delicious pace and your moans mixed with his.

The strong smell of sex inhabited the room and the sound of skin slapping against skin was loud.

He was fucking you so good. He was hitting all the right places and had you a moaning mess in no time.

"Faster daddy, faster!" You cried out as you felt your orgasm being just around the corner.

He groaned at the sound of your voice so desperate and so shamelessly begging for his cock.

Chris grabbed one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder. This new angle gave him the chance to explore your pussy in a whole different depth.

With this position you could feel him hitting your g-spot repeatedly once again making you basically scream in pleasure.

He looked at your beautiful face while trusting his hips deeply into your own and he couldnt help but moan at your fucked out expression and sweaty face. Your hair was disheveled and flying everywhere. And as his eyes travelled further down he watched as your boobs bounced from the hard rocking of his hips and just a little bit lower he saw as his dick was engulfed by your hungry vagina.

You were gorgeous.

He kissed your lips and sucked on your tongue as he brought a hand down to your entrance and rubbed inconsistent circles on your swollen clit.

You gasped and cried out at the newfound pleasure.

"Oh my gosh I'm so close! So close!" You managed to let out as you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

"Let go for daddy babygirl, let daddy see how much you enjoyed him fucking your tight little pussy." He said as he watched you intently and adding even more pressure to your clit.

You let out a strangled moan and gripped his biceps tightly slightly scratching him in a progress and came undone.

The orgasm was so intense that your body was shaking violently afterwards.

As you came, Chris could feel your walls tighten around his dick and his thrust got sloppier and sloppier as he continued fucking into you, chasing his own orgasm while at the same time helping you ride out yours.

To help him, you took down your leg from his shoulder and pulled him closer to you sucking on his neck leaving marks all over it.

He moaned in pleasure when you found his sweet spot and guided your hand to his balls, and you got the memo and massaged them.

He moaned even louder this time as his own orgasm wrecked his body. Coming into the condom he stopped his movements but stayed put inside you as he caught his breath.

Looking down at your face he leaned down to kiss you, both of your foreheads sweaty and with hair clinging onto your skin so he took a stranded and placed it behind your ear.

Placing his forehead on your own he sighed as he pulled his member out of your vagina and you squeezed your thighs together as your previously filled pussy lost its warmth and you trembled lightly.

He took off the condom and threw it away, he leaned down and placed a soft peck on your lips far different than the previous kisses you two shared.

"I'm gonna go grab something to clean you up alright? I'll be right back." He said and you nodded, he smiled and placed one last peck on your lips before leaving.

Laying there alone in his bed you felt your body slowly but surely start to drift in and out of conciousness as you felt completely and utterly exhausted.

At some point your eyes were closing in their own accord and you were almost asleep when suddenly the bed besides you dipped.

You forced your eyes open to see Chris sitting next to you, still completely naked, while holding a wet towel and a glass of water.

He helped you up to your butt and passed you the glass of water. You drank it all in one go and he took back the glass as he helped you lay down again.

"Such a good girl for me... taking my cock so well and cooperating with me.." he cooed at you as he grabbed the towel and placed it on your vagina softly.

The towel was warm making you relax under his gentle touch. He gently and carefully cleaned your vagina and thighs before folding the towel in half and with the clean side he proceeded to wipe the sides of your face, neck and chest.

He stood back up and pulled the duvet over you, placed a kiss on your forehead and left the room with the towel and the glass once again.

He came back soon after though and got under the duvet with you, you were turned away from him so he got this chance to hug you from behind and be the big spoon.

And at that you both fell into a peaceful dreamless sleep.

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thatsjustjk · 3 years

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Cruel Summer│JJK

Summary: When summer comes around, all you think about is how much of a dread your upcoming camp’s going to be, well, it turned out to be the opposite.

{strangers to lovers}

Pairing: Popular!jungkook × popular!reader

Genre: fluff, comedy, romance, young love

Word count (so far): 1.3k words

Warnings: none!

Note: Yes, the title is based on Taylor's iconic song, I've been in love with it for a long time now( ꈍᴗꈍ) This is basically one of those feel-good stories which you'd wish happened to you. It's one of those stories that probably wouldn't happen in real life but it did! Not to me though haha, to one of my closest friends, but of course I altered it here and there to make it more of a story.

I'm gonna keep updating it and not post part by part just to keep it all in one place. But I'll put in dividers to make it easier! Hope you guys like it

July 16th

10:49AM

How convenient is it that I had a train to catch in about 15 minutes and yet we were stuck in traffic? It wasn’t convenient at all, it was bogus. Why did the streets have to be so crowded at 11:00 in the morning on a Sunday? God knows.

I really didn’t want to go to this camp, but my parents thought it was going to be educational or whatever.

Some people may say I’m crazy for dreading summer camp but I was supposed to have a big family trip that month and I was really looking forward to it cause’ I hadn’t seen my cousins in so long, god, I missed them.

Anyway, we arrived at the station, thank god, I didn’t want to sit in that car shaped oven for longer. “Y/N! here!” I heard my friends scream from the other side of the track. “The train’s almost here, come on” they said again as I walked over to the stairs quickly, my dad right behind me.

“Okay sweetie, be safe, get along with everyone, and call me every day.” My dad says as he pulls me into a tight hug while the train makes a loud appearance.

I rush down the stairs to reach the other side to where the rest of my campmates and teachers stood. "I'm so sorry I'm late, my dad assumed there'd be no traffic today" I explain in a rushed manner as my teacher in charge- my science teacher struck off my name in a small notebook, keeping track of who's here and who isn't.

Just as the last of us were about to climb in, a voice shouts from the staircase- "I'M HERE, I'M HERE" The voice belonged to a boy with dark, slightly wet hair who sported grey sweatpants and a loose band-tee. I think his name was Kook or something, I've only seen him playing basketball before so he's definitely not in my grade, I concluded all while staring at the boy who made a new appearance.

"Guess I wasn't that late after all" I remark to my friend who was struggling to pull her luggage up with her. I would've usually made fun of her but our suitcases were truly heavy, we were going to a hill station and most of our clothes were just sweaters. After I help her with her suitcase, I was about to haul my suitcase up but another set of hands helped me with a push, what do you know, it was the guy I was staring at. Don't get me wrong, I don't like him or anything, I just daydream when I think about something.

"Thank you! I'm Y/N by the way" I introduce myself briskly as he hauls up his own suitcase. He seems strong, he'd do well in the camp I think to myself when he finally replies "I know who you are Y/N" he says, taking me aback "you're pretty popular, you know" "well, I know your name too, it's kook isn't it?" he chuckles before saying "It's Jungkook but you're free to call me Kook if you want" "Kook! Y/N!" a familiar voice from inside the train calls out to both of us. It was Jimin, I knew him from Spanish class. Oh yeah, he and Kook are on the same basketball team.

I wheel my suitcase towards the busy compartment but just then our teacher interjects "Boys and Girls are supposed to be in separate compartments, sorry guys" she shrugs "We all know you're gonna be together throughout, I was just told to inform you about the sleeping arrangements that's all" I smile to Jimin before wheeling my suitcase forward to the compartment the rest of the girls were in.

The trip was starting to get better than I imagined- I knew most of the people already (since this was a school trip anyway) and made friends with the ones I didn't.

"How many crushes have you had so far?" The rest of us groan. It was 3am and we were supposed to be awake by 4. We had stayed up talking and playing stupid games like Truth or dare and charades. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom" I get up and slither through the small crowd. "Hey, me too, I need to go to the baño too" Jimin appears from behind. I giggle at his attempt to incorporate Spanish into his sentences like I told him to. "So, what's up? How do you like the trip so far, even though it's just started" "I've been having so much fun, everyone seems so nice" I say as we checked which of the bathrooms were vacant. "Yeah, I've been looking forward to this since the day our club announced it, and most of my friends from basketball are here too so" he shrugs with a grin. "I actually didn't need to go to the bathroom, my leg just fell asleep" I disclose, "ME TOO!"

"FANCY YOU 지금 너에게로 갈래-" "oh my god shut it off!" I shout out to no one in particular. I don't know why anyone would want to wake up to a song like this. Again- don't get me wrong, I love Twice, I know the entire choreography of fancy. "Girls wake up, we're almost there" the familiar voice of my science teacher wakes me up from my slumber fully. I kind of forgot I was on a train.

"you kind of look like a chipmunk in the morning" mina, my friend says as she examines my droopy face. "oh my god! how dare you?" I act overdramatic as I place one of hands on my forehead. I hear someone giggle and I see Jungkook from the side of my eye "What are you laughing at you bunny?" His eyebrows shoot up as he looks at me with a confused but betrayed look "When did I come into this conversation? and me? bunny? don't be ridiculous" he huffs. "Okay, kids! this is the last stop so don't worry about rushing and check for all of your belongings before getting down"

After the teachers confirm that all of us have gotten out, we all trudge along towards the parking lot and then onto our bus. Mina sat with her boyfriend, Seokjin- I never really liked him, mainly cause me and Mina can never spend time together like we used to, and also I never understood his jokes. Jimin sat with his other friend from basketball, Hoseok- or also known as my ex, but it was very casual, we thought we liked each other but we decided we'd rather be friends. But yeah Hobi is a sweetheart, we're still friends but not as close as we used to be, it bothers me sometimes but it was inevitable.

Everyone had found their seats already since I'd been one of the last ones to put my luggage in the trunk "Hey, there's an open seat here" Jungkook calls out to me from the end of the bus. He's sitting with Namjoon, Yoongi, Sona, Taehyung and Rya. I grin as I walk over to the small lot "Are you sure I can fit in here?" I question "Yeah! Of course you can, there's plenty of room for one more person" Taehyung says as he scoots over and motions for everyone else to do the same. I thank him as I quickly plop down next to Namjoon.

"You like Selena too? me too! I've been there since she started wizards of Waverly place!" I scream quietly since half the bus was asleep. We were listening to Jungkook's playlist, and turns out we have the same music taste, he loves all of my favorite artists. "Me too! I loved Alex! She was basically my first crush" he says while scrunching up his nose. "Y/N, please switch seats with me" a groggy Namjoon pleads while looking at me. "Oops, of course, I didn't realize we were being that loud"

After a few hours of listening to music and drooling on my make-shift pillow a.k.a my bag, we arrived at the campsite we were going to be spending the rest of the trip.

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Summary: Harry and Y/N explore a...different side of their friendship.

Themes: smut, friends to lovers, virginY/n, pwp

Word count: 2113

(A/N: I’m back with another piece after not having posted since january oops hope yall like it please give me feedback also request for a part 2 if you liked it thanks heaps!)

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“What about if I...y’know?” Harry asked, gesturing with a wave of his hand.

“What if you what?” She questioned, cocking her head to the side as if insisting for him to just spit it out whatever it was on his mind.

“If I...deflowered you?” Harry replied bluntly, internally wincing at his choice of words. Never has he been made nervous by the subject of sex or anything remotely sexual. But it was sex with her that they were talking about and if there was ever anyone that made his palms cold and sweaty, it was Y/N.

The pair were in Y/N’s living room, sat next to each other in Y/N’s yellow couch passing back and forth a cheap bottle of wine. Neither of them could remember how the topic of Y/N still being a virgin came up in the conversation, but nonetheless it was now thrown out in the open. Y/N wasn’t completely inexperienced, per se. She’s had her fair share of kisses and she’s made out with a couple of people but she’s never done anything more than that.

Harry was not ridiculing her for being inexperienced, because of course he wasn’t! She’s one of his best friends, albeit they’ve only known each other for a little less than a year, but Harry can’t remember a time where he and Y/N weren’t in each other’s pockets ever since they met. So it was surprising to him, that after all the times they’ve spent together, they’ve never brought up Y/N sexual history until now.

“Deflower me?” Y/N let out a loud snort. “Will you also ask for my hand in marriage in exchange for your fattest goat and a sack of freshly harvested potatoes? This isn’t the medieval ages, Harry. You can say ‘virginity’, it’s not gonna hurt anyone.”

“I just didn’t want to be crude,” He scoffed, shaking his head at her. “But, seriously. What if I...I was the one to take your virginity?”

“Why would you want to do that?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Because why not?” Harry rebutted. “You’re one of my best friends, also one of the few people that I trust wholeheartedly. I pride myself in being a gentleman and I’ll even light candles and spread petals on the bed for you if you want!”

“But wouldn’t it be weird afterwards?” Y/N asked, completely ignoring Harry’s arguments. “I feel like it’ll change everything between us and I don’t want that. You’re also one of my best friends and I don’t want to ruin what we have because I’m still a lonely virgin!”

“It’s not gonna ruin anything,” He argued, setting down the bottle of wine on the wooden coffee table before them. “We trust each other, don’t we? If it ends up being an awful and awkward experienced, we can just never speak about it again.”

“I don’t think you’ve really thought this through,” Y/N said. “You’re going to be inside of me, Harry. How would it not be awkward afterwards?”

“Okay, then I don’t have to fuck you,” He backtracked, scooting a tad closer to Y/N so that their knees were touching. “I can just do things for you, if you want?”

There was a brief pause in the conversation, Y/N jutted her head towards Harry just to make sure she heard that right. Harry could see the gears turning in her brain and he knew she was in the midst of considering his offer.

“Like what?” She asked.

“Anything you want,” Harry replied, giving her a cocky smirk. “Say the word and I’ll do it.”

“What, now?” She scoffed, laughing at Harry’s words. “You can’t be serious. You’re bluffing!”

“But I am serious,” He reaffirmed, still with a smile on his face. “If you want me to eat you out right now,, I’ll get on my knees and devour you.”

She felt herself swallow the lump in her throat. Never has a guy offered to eat her out, let alone devour her. It made her head spin, thinking about Harry in any way that’s not completely platonic. Although she would be lying if she said she’s never thought about him sexually.

There have been nights where she’d toss and turn, thinking about Harry’s big, strong hands, or his long and slightly dishevelled brown hair, or even his lips that he’d sometimes pull on out of habit. But she never let her thoughts run too wild, immediately stopping as soon as she got too hot and bothered.

“I think you’re scared because I might not be kidding,” Harry observed. “I’m willing to do it if you’d let me.”

“Yeah?” She asked, sheepishly.

“Yeah,” Harry reciprocated, giving her a small nod.

They hadn’t noticed how close they’ve inched towards each other. Harry could smell the red wine in her breath, mixed with the perfume he bought for her after a trip in Italy just because. The warm, dim light coming from the thrifted lamp atop the wooden side table created shadows on her face, emphasising every bump and crease on the surface. And yet, Harry couldn’t help but smile and admire her.

Y/N’s heart was hammering against her ribs, her eyes going back and forth from Harry’s lips to his eyes that have gone a rich emerald colour due to the low-lighting in the living room. Time moved slowly as Harry reached out to cup her cheek before leaning in and connecting their lips together. His thumb caressed her face, burning her skin and sending tingles down her spine. Y/N thought she’s never been kissed so gingerly; Harry was being so soft and gentle like a proper gentleman, just like he promised. His other hand remained still on her exposed thigh, just below the hem of her cotton shorts, making no move to inch any closer to her centre.

Y/N cupped Harry’s jaw with both hands, deepening their kiss with the subtle movement of her tongue between his lips. He scooped her from her spot on the couch, manoeuvring so that she was now straddling his thighs.

“We don’t have to do anything if you want,” Harry spoke lowly, in between kisses. His hands have now found their place, one pressed firmly against Y/N lower back and the other behind her head. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Y/N had to pause for a moment but not without sneaking in a few kisses from the man underneath her. “If it’s okay with you, I don’t want you to eat me out right now.”

“That’s okay,” Harry said, inhaling deeply to even out his breathing.

“Can we-” Y/N was interrupted by a quick peck from Harry on her jaw. “Can we keep kissing, though? And...um…”

“What is it, love?” Harry asked, continuing to plant kisses on Y/N’s jaw. “What else do you want to do?”

“I wanna…” She was trying to tell Harry that she could feel him against her thigh. She wants to ask him, beg him, to let her feel him grinding against her clothed core. But Harry’s wet lips pressing lingering kisses along her neck was proving to be a distraction.

“If you don’t tell me, I won’t be able to do whatever it is that you want,” Harry teased. “I told you, I’m down for anything.”

“I want to...um…I-” Y/N stammered, licking her lips before continuing to voice out her desires. “I want to grind against you.” The last part was dealt out in a rushed whisper that Harry almost didn’t catch it. Her request evoked a sharp breath from him, clearing his throat before speaking again.

“You wanna feel my cock against you?” He clarified, raising an eyebrow at the girl on top of him. He could feel her cold hands fiddling with the collar of his shirt, followed by a small nod from Y/N.

His hands pulled her closer towards him, eliciting a small moan from Y/N. Her crotch was now directly against Harry’s hard on and she’s trying her hardest not to think about how there’s only a few layers of clothing separating the two of them and how easily Harry could just take out his hard cock, pull her shorts and panties to the side and fuck her real good.

“Does that feel good, love?” Harry asked, thrusting up against Y/N’s heat. He liked watching her reactions, she looked so shy and yet so insatiable at the same time. Y/N brought her lips back to Harry’s, continuing from where they left off with their tongues in each other’s mouths.

Y/N began grinding her hips, desperately chasing the high of the friction between the two of them. Harry’s hands travelled down to her bum and pulled her even closer, matching her needy movements by thrusting up to her soaked heat.

“Tell me how it feels,” Harry said, his breathing laboured as he continued to explore her mouth.

“Feels so good, H,” She whined, followed by a loud moan from a mix of Harry squeezing her ass and giving her a particularly hard thrust. “I’m so wet.”

“Yeah?” Harry asked, her words knocking the wind out of his lungs. He’s never heard such filthy words come out of her mouth and it made his cock dribble with pre cum. “Gonna let me have a taste one day? Let me feel your wet little pussy against my tongue?”

“Yes,” She answered quietly, reverting back to her usual shy demeanour. “Yes, Harry.”

“You have no idea,” Harry breathed out, his jaw go slack from pleasure. “How long I’ve wanted this. Been wanting to see you and make you cum for ages.”

“Really?” Y/N grinned, looking down at Harry who had a similar smile on his face.

“Yes, really,” He replied, leaning in to give her a kiss. “Can’t count how many times I’ve cum just thinking about you. You drive me crazy.”

“I’m so close, Harry,” Y/N whined, biting on her bottom lip in an attempt to conceal another loud moan. She no longer cared how needy she sounded, all she wanted was to cum with Harry’s leaking cock rubbing against her wet core and sensitive clit. “I wanna cum.”

“Take what you need, Y/N,” Harry said, his eyes fixed on Y/N who had her head thrown back and her eyes closed. “Use me to get yourself off.”

He could see a wet patch on his grey joggers, both from his and Y/N wetness. The filthy sight made his head spin and the desire to feel Y/N’s slick folds gliding against his bare cock grew stronger. He doesn’t think he’s ever been as hard as he was at this moment, with his best friend on top of him and looking like she’s never had anyone pleasure her like this before. And in fact, she hasn’t and it made his member throb.

“Oh gosh,” She gasped as she felt Harry nibbling on her neck and his hand reaching under her shirt to cup her breast. The mix of sensations was so overwhelming, driving her closer to her climax. “Harry!”

“You’re soaking my joggers, love,” Harry teased, wanting to help Y/N cum. “Can only imagine how you’d feel around my fingers. You want that, Y/N? Wanna feel my fingers fucking your pussy, pressing against your special spot? Feel my thumb playing with your throbbing clit?”

“So close,” She whined, continuing to move her hips against Harry. “Keep talking. Please.”

“What about my cock, huh?” Harry whispered against her ear, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “I bet you want to know how it feels to squeeze around my thick cock while I’m balls deep inside of you. Can feel me in your stomach, that’s how deep I’ll fuck you,”

A long, drawn out moan came out of Y/N’s lips and Harry felt her tremble before freezing. He studied her face as she came undone, not wanting to ever forget the way she looked after he made her cum. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, mouth slightly ajar and her chest heaving up and down as her shaky palms rested on Harry’s shoulders. He was already certain that image was all he would think about when he closes his eyes before going to bed.

“Holy shit,” Y/N breathed out, smiling at Harry who was staring at her, dumbfounded by her actions.

“Look so beautiful when you cum,” Harry commented, letting out a breathless laugh. “How do you feel?”

“Good,” Y/N said, smiling down on him.

“That’s good,” Harry replied. “So...how about some pizza?”

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marvel-ousnesss · 4 years

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The pirate and the witch (part four)

Pairing: Harry Hook x daughter of narissa!reader

Summary: Y/N, an orphan vk who was taken to auradon at a young age, returns to her old home by request of the crown prince. However, things tend to go south at the Isle of the Lost.

Warning: Mild cursing, use of alcohol, sword fighting (no super detailed descriptions)

Word count: 4460(ish)

A:/N: happy Christmas Eve eve!!! Finally done with part four and turns out I ended up writing a plot that flows slower than intended (oops). I’m sorry for the wait but I’ve been sort of busy with holiday-related procrastination. Also…. I’m working on a request and a Bucky royal au which I’ll be posting soon. As always, lots and lots of love and thanks for reading ❤️ Pls tell me what you think.

(BTW… there’s a flashback at the end, it’s in italics.)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE DISNEY DESCENDANTS CHARACTERS, THE PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN CHARACTERS NOR THE SANDERSON SISTERS. All credit goes to the creators, writers, and producers. Same with the HP charms, credit goes to J.K Rowling (for now, just present in the first parts).

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— Oi, lass, lass,— a familiar intone is heard when I open the window.

To my surprise, I spot Harry behind a trash container, with my cloak resting on his right shoulder.

When he sees my head peeking out of the second floor window, he pipes, — if you wanted to see me again, you should’ve just asked.

— Who says I wanted to see you, that was a hint for Gil to find.

He snickers at my words,— ya gaunnie come get yer manky cloak, or do I have to go up there?

—Shit, — I breathe — Just a second!

I close the window and look at Jay, who quirks a brow but doesn’t move from his spot on my desk. He began to explore my sketchbook app a few minutes ago, and seems to be completely immersed in it. Nevertheless, he puts the device down and chuckles, — This is you’re place, you know. Say the word and I’ll be out.

His words take me by surprise. Even if he’s been here for a few hours, I still can’t get completely used to the idea of such dangerous people, who are feared to death back home, being as decent and friendly as they have been during my stay here.

So, after a brief goodbye, he leaves and, after all of my Auradon-related stuff, I open the window once again.

— You already came all the way here, what’s a few steps up.

He’s about to make his way up the fire escape but, after a few steps toward it, he crosses his arms and says, — Yer right, I came to yer place, don’t I deserve a prize?

He’s such a flirt. After debating it with myself for a second, I make up my mind.

— Come here and get it, — I wink.

Without a second thought, he runs up the stairs outside the building and reaches my window in no time. What I’m I doing? No one was supposed to find out about this place, yet I’ve brought two vks here in just a day. I try to keep my cool as the pirate walks toward me, stopping about a foot away.

He smirks, —So, doll, ‘bout me prize.

I feel the heat in my cheeks when he takes a small step closer, placing a hand on the side of my waist.

—oh, right… that,——

Think fast, think fast….

I smile at him sweetly and kiss his right cheek, retrieving my cloak from his shoulder. — your welcome, — I smirk.

He laughs at my antics, — yer kidding? Don’t ya say that’s it! Glaickit of ya to think I’ll leave with just that.

—Who says you have to leave?— I utter the words while stepping back in order to sit on my bed.

His brows jump up and his ocean blue eyes shine with mischief and surprise. — What’d you suggest, doll.

— Staying here for a while but, now that I think of it, wouldn’t it be more fun to go out? The docks, maybe?

— Nah, depends on what you want to do. — his words keep coming out laced with an air of innuendo.

Not wanting to give up yet, I decide to play coy. — You know, the usual; take a walk, grab a bite, ‘keep the heid’, don’t you have to do rounds?

This time, it is a mix of mischief and excitement that floods him. — Yer right, can’t wait to see the faces of those wingnut vampires when ya scare the shit outta them!

— yeah… I’m thrilled.

Why did I suggest this, of all possible things to do? The question seems to be trapped in my mind. Ever since we left the apartment, Harry began to show a new side of himself, one that I had only seen in the papers I read beforehand.

He invited me to do his rounds with him, on the way to the docks and, needless to say, my magic resulted completely useless when it came to achieving the level of fear that Harry had in mind.

— Not so badass now? bastard, — he hisses, with a smirk on his face as his hook grabs some guy by the jacket. — whatcha gonna do?

The guy limits himself to whimper and let out some sort of cry. Given that the pirate has already grabbed everything that caught his eye, together with the designated amount of golden coins, the business there is dimmed as finished and we finally begin walking to Ursula’s.

—So what ya think, see yourself doing this with me and the crew?— he asks.

—Not really, not one for all of the intimidating.

— Ain’t so sure ‘bout that, lassie. You’ve done pretty well for what I’ve seen. — it is kind of weird to hear such words coming from him; even more so when sincerity is all across his handsome features.

I snicker, — yeah, right; I can’t even get a fly to run away.

His chin lifts up and his chest comes forward subtly, — I’d help you with that, if you decided to join us. In fact, — he wiggles his brows with a smirk, — I’d train you.

— As tempting as that sounds, I’ll have to decline, Hook. Got better things to do:

I shouldn’t even think twice about declining but something about exploring my vk side a bit further than I’ve been able to doesn’t sound completely crazy. Maybe is the way he looks at me, or should I say through me, with his ocean eyes; or the way in which those same eyes shine when he’s about to wreak havoc? Don’t really know, and not sure if I really want to.

Guess I’ll just have to solve this problem in the way I do it best, ignoring my questions until they go away.

I begin to run and chant, — Race you to the docks!

….

Panting, I stop in front of Ursula’s and get inside. The place is packed with members of Uma’s crew, some of which seem to recognize me. They acknowledge me without hostility, still thankful for what I did for them the night of the party.

—Look, Uma, Y/N’s here! Bet she’s looking for Harry, — Beams Gil, the blond and tall guy who first broke the ice with me the night I met the crew.

Uma smirks and approaches me, — Look, witchy, not sure if you got the memo but one night stands are supposed to be just that, and last one night, nothing more.

— Thanks for the heads up, cap, but I’m actually here to grab a pint. — I sit down on a barstool.

— in that case, — she turns away, visibly relaxing, — Bonnie! A beer for bibbity bobbity bullshit over here!

When Uma is behind the bar again, Harry, who had been inside and contemplating the scene, approaches me.

— Sorry ‘bout that, Uma just knows me too well,— he ventures. — Ain’t good for the business to have every lady in the isle claiming to see me, now is it?

His cockiness is amusing as it is annoying. — Oh, of course — I ponder.— that would be completely tragic.

He chuckles at me and steals a sip from my still full beer. Honestly, I don’t even like beer that much; just ordered it to play the part. Go

— Yer different, though, — he claims, but I don’t believe a word.

— Do tell, why is that?

— You’re not as annoying. Actually, I kinda like having you ‘round, — he flirts.

— So you, Mr. use-‘em-‘n-dump-‘em, are claiming I’m special? — I gasp mockingly, — what an honor.

We both laugh a bit, share another sip of beer, and he continues.

He shrugs, — Yer also fast. Not enough, but fast; even if you were playing dirty.

—Oh, gods, aren’t you one to talk about that! — I accuse,— and, given the case that I did play dirty, how did I do it?

— Lookie here — he gesticulates, motioning himself. — Racing a hungover pirate ain’t fair, besides, I had too much clothes on.

I chuckle, part of me wishing I could wipe that smirk off his face. — You’re just a bad loser, I’m pretty sure you’re always hungover; and, as for your clothes, not sure how that’s related to me kicking your ass.

— How low do ya think of me, doll, ya think I’m a bad loser? — he fakes a gasp. — and, as for my clothes, —his tone is mocking, — can’t you just enjoy me charm and help me solve the problem? But, in case you wanted a serious answer for your question, nakedness makes me more aerodynamic.

— wouldn’t you like that, Captain cockiness.— my brow quirks up. — And seriously, aerodynamic? Yeah, right.

— Not as much as ya would, my little witch.

I scoff as my eyes drift over to the window. The day is warm despite the lack of sun, so I suggest, — I think I’m gonna go for a walk. Come with me?

…….

The sound of the waves crashing against the docks is one that I’ve loved my whole life, back home, my dad and I go for boat rides often. However, here there’s a bunch of noise that accompanies the punches of water against wood and stones. The market is busy as we walk, but most of the catches turn out to be dead fish and trash that arrives from Auradon.

— I still don’t believe you, you know? It’s impossible for you to fit the grip of your hook inside your mouth; besides, how can I believe you if your too chickened up to prove it,— my arms cross expectantly.

Since we got out of Ursula’s, Harry’s been telling me a bunch of stories of his and Gil’s drunken deeds, and I may have also revealed a few of mine and Chad’s own disventures. For the last five minutes, he’s been trying to convince me that he’s capable of putting the whole base of his hook inside his mouth, but refuses to show me.

— Lass, ya’ll have to take me word for it. I’m still a few bottles of scotch away from doing that again.

—pff,— I playfully shove him sideways. — Yeah, right.

He places the tip of his hook on his chin, pretending to think, — you know, shouldn’t have spilled so much, now ya have lots of dirt on me.

—What am i gonna use it for? You know what, never mind. — I proclaim, — You, Harry James Hook, just made the worst mistake of your life. Now I’ll overthrow you and Uma, and take over the lost revenge. Buahahaha!

He laughs at me and counters, — seriously lass, some of these things, I’ve never told anyone before.

—relax Hook, you can trust me, — I smile, with the sincerity I can muster.

— Oh, okay then.

After the short moment of vulnerability, we fall into a void of uncomfortable silence. We continue to walk along the brick street next to the sea, and my hands seem to find a permanent place inside the pockets of my jacket. Harry softly whistles a melody with his eyes locked down, but looks up and smiles as we reach a familiar ship.

His frame stiffs for a moment as he inquires — You sure I can trust ya?

I hesitate, — Yes, of course.

— Then come on, you’re meeting someone. — he grins.

The ship seems to be isolated from the rest, yet it is full of crew members that work and bounce from one side of the deck to the other.

When we enter their sight, they stop to stare at us and pull out their swords.

One of them speaks with a threatening and raspy voice, — Not outsiders in the Black Pearl, Hook.

— Relax, Y/N ain’t gonna start beef, Barbossa. — Harry assures, — where’s Jack at?

— Sure hope she does cause some trouble, we could always use some tasty ladies here in this humble ship. — the malice in his expression makes me shiver, not to mention the wicked grin coming from the monkey on his shoulder, so I move slightly behind Harry.

At this point, it’s evident that the younger pirate’s patience is becoming thinner. — She’s not here for that, now where’s Jack?

Barbossa’s pounding laugh comes laced with his response, — His chambers, drinking. Good luck getting him outta there.

So, shielding me from the Wolfish looks sent by some crew members, Harry drags me to what I assume is the entrance of the captain’s quarters.

He knocks three times and a groan is heard on the other side, right before the breaking of a bottle and an incoherent train of curse words.

The door opens to reveal a tanned middle aged man sporting wild dreadlocks and a bored expression. However, his facade changes as soon as he registers that Harry was the one who dared interrupt him.

—Powder Monkey! What brings you to this old man’s ship?— his arm flies over Harry’s shoulder and he drags him inside.

I follow closely behind. My eyes scan the wooden floor and walls, the scattered pieces of green glass that I’m sure recently fell down, and a table full of unopened bottles, surrounded by five stools.

— Just thought I’d come ‘n greet, so you pack of salty dogs wouldn’t forget ‘bout me.

— Nah, wouldn’t forget ‘bout my favorite boot cleaner, — he smiles, showcasing a few golden teeth, — now would I?

Harry’s only response is to laugh as he opens a bottle of rum, — Also, wanted you to meet a, uhh, an acquaintance. Jack, Y/N; Y/N, this is Jack.

Acquaintance, seriously?

He turns my way, smirking and stretching out a dusty hand, — Well, let me say, m’lady, any friend of Jimbo here is a friend of mine. —After we shake hands, he sits down on the table, grabbing yet one more bottle, — Now tell me, what stupidity have you done to cross ways with this wonky piece of sea garbage?

I’m about to start, but Harry interjects, — She can’t tell you nothing without a dram.

— Only got rum, Hookey, who do ya think yer talking to, Turner?— he scoffs.

— Rum it is, then.

Awkwardly, I state, — Actually, I’m good as it is, gentlemen.

— You don’t drink? — This time, Sparrow breaks into laughter,— got a princess in your hands, Harry. But m’lady, — he turns toward me,— we all drink here, ‘s the code.

I chuckle, — Fine, but just a few drinks.

…

Thank god I have my boots on, I think to myself as I look at the floor. A fit of giggles scale my lips, followed by an almost unperceivable hiccup. It’s been a few hours since we arrived at the Pearl, and we’ve been drinking nonstop. At the beginning, it was only Jack and the two of us, but then Gil ended up here, together with maestre Gibbs.

I told them how I met Harry, but that’s the only truth that I’ve spilled. After all, knowing where I’m from would be enough motivation for these men to make me walk the plank and straight into the kraken’s nest. From then on, I’ve been mostly listening.

— So, then I was like ‘proceed,’ but they noticed I wasn’t white so the one with the fancy wig went all ‘it’s Jack Sparrow, it’s Jack sparrow!’ and I was like ‘nub-uh, I’m justice Smith.’ — Jack speaks between laughs, with exaggerated esticulations, as he takes another sip of some cheap wine; the rum ran out like an hour ago.

— You saved my ass that day, Jack, I remember it like it happened this very morning, — Gibbs patted his friend’s shoulder.

Gil chimes in, — like that time you saved us from the Huns, we wouldn’t have lasted two seconds without you and Anamaria.

— I haven’t heard that one yet, — I voice, utterly curious.

— Well, — Jack announces, then yawns. — you’ll have to hear it another time, Y/N/N. I've got some business, you know? Gotta sleep for a few years now.

Being the ship’s captain, and the two young pirates’ mentor, no one’s hesitant to comply. We get up and say goodbye, then make our way outside.

All three of us are still fairly drunk, so I decide to take this chance to see if I can get them to open up.

— I still haven’t heard the story of you guys and the Huns.

— ‘S a long one, lass. — states Harry, placing an arm around my shoulder, to which I respond by loosely grabbing his wrist with my right hand, as to keep his arms from moving.

— Well, we’ve got time! — I yowel.

— You’re gonna love it, Y/N. — As we walk, Gil begins to explain, taking a sip of the bottle we grabbed from the Pearl.— We were like seven when that happened?

----

Harry and Gil walked silently, as they kept an eye on Shan Yu’s men. It was Harry’s first official mission as part of his father’s crew, or it was gonna be, and he had called Gil and Uma for help and support. Sadly, the young sea witch had been grounded that very morning, so she couldn’t be there with the two boys. To say that they had absolutely no idea what they were doing was a complete understatement. They were clueless.

So, they did what seemed rational at the moment: follow the enemies and wait for the perfect moment to attack. Or… at least that’s what Gil had heard his father say when he talked about hunting.

—Shh!! — scolded Harry, — you’re gonna make them see us, Gil!

The blond boy muttered a quick ‘sorry,’ and continued walking, this time avoiding collisions.

— Harry, they’re getting into a warehouse, we should wait out here. — Gil intoned, chocolate eyes shining with fear.

Harry immediately countered and, on the contrary to his friend’s, his blue orbs were flooded with pride and determination. —No, this is my chance to prove father that I can be a real pirate. If we make it, he will train me.

----

We continue walking through the very same road that we took earlier today (yesterday, as midnight passed a few hours ago). Harry’s arm remains placed around me and mine has now found its way around his middle.

As he speaks, I feel the soft vibrations of Harry’s voice and the alcohol that pleasantly poisoned his breath; — so, we decided to ambush the Huns right there.

— We decided? You manipulated me into going, — Gil points out, giggling.

Harry sighs and grumbles, — Anyway, the point is we went inside and here we are; so, continue talking Gil. Before sunrise, if you can.

----

The two boys literally crossed a door that had no way back. They hid behind a few boxes of what they supposed were ingredients for Dim Sum, and carefully watched as the Hun soldiers opened a chest full of gold that they had stolen from the Jolly Roger.

— There it is, — Harry whispered in awe.

— It’s a lot of gold, — Gil quavered.

Back then, they were convinced that no one was aware of their presence, but a certain pirate lord who had his eyes on the very same prize had seen them from the start.

— Isn’t that Hook’s boy? — asked Anamaria.

—Yup.

She continued to press on the topic, — shouldn’t we take him? He’d be useful against his father; we could get some money out of him.

—Nope.

— And why the hell not, Jack?

The captain sighed, as he adjusted his position on the ceiling bar, — Jim doesn’t pose a threat at the moment and nothing he has seems to be worth it these days, the boy’s useless.

The Huns continued to speak in hushed tones, reason why none of the intruding parties were able to register what was happening.

The kids didn’t even have time to move when they felt the cold metal of swords against the back of their necks. With their hands raised in defeat, they stood up and faced Shan Yu’s soldiers.

—Your father didn’t even have the balls to come here himself?

— Maybe we could send him your fingers? Or maybe even your left hand? That way you’d get matching hooks.

The grown men spoke as they advanced on the two boys, making them head toward the wall of the building. When they had them cornered, both Huns raised their swords and both boys shielded their heads with their arms; but no harm came their way.

Instead, they saw the Huns fighting two other people, whom Harry recognized as members of the enemy pirate crew, the tripulation of the Black Pearl.

— So that’s why you went after the kids —chortled the man. — Your technique is worse than your fashion sense, and that’s saying something.

Both boys giggled at his words.

The man’s combat was sparkled with humor and witty comments, while the woman fought silently and with a stern expression, only groaning every few hits. Both of them had impeccable technique, and they seemed to be dancing in perfect coordination.

After what had seemed to be hours, the Huns ended up dead.

— I can’t believe I agreed to come with you in the first place, — hissed the woman, cleaning her left boot with the end of her puffy white sleeve.

— Come one, don’t tell me it wasn’t fun!

She ignored her companion and approached the boys, who had been contemplating their interaction.

— Hey, — she smiled, — I’m Ana, and that idiot over there is captain Jack Sparrow.

Harry stepped forward, — I’m quartermaster Harry Hook, and this is my friend Gil.

—Quartermaster? Harry, your father doesn’t even let you near the crew.

Harry glared at his friend and decided to explain to the two strangers, — well, I’m not exactly a quartermaster… yet! — he assured. — but I’m gonna be one, when my dad decides to train me.

It was the man’s turn to speak, and his voice came tinted with venom. — You mean Jim sent you here without training? Not even I would do that.

— My dad doesn’t think I have what it takes to be a pirate. I was gonna bring him his treasure back and show him I do have it, but I guess you’re gonna take it, right?

‘Not the puppy eyes, not those; anything but the puppy eyes!’ Jack pleaded to himself, but he ended up looking at the boy and giving in.

He groaned, and then spoke up. — We’ll all go back to the Pearl. There, well split the gold and maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.

— Uma’s gonna love this, — grinned the boys in unison.

----

We arrived at the end of the road, so the three of us sat on the edge of the dock, feet dangling over the water.

— So, that’s basically it. — concludes Gil. — Jack taught us everything we know about being pirates. Then, he helped us get the Lost Revenge.

I take a drink, — And, you’re all still pretty close to him. That’s really cool.

Harry chuckles, — well, we kind of owe him everything we are.

I lift my head, which was resting on his shoulder, and glance at him. — That’s not true; he may have trained you, but I’m sure you all have become your own selves.

— Don’ be stupid, lass, he did it because it meant a future a alliance and an advantage, not because he has a teaching vocation.

I sigh, looking for adequate words to phrase what I want to say, — Then you guys owe him what you know about piracy, nothing more.

None of the two pirates said anything.

You know, — Gil sighed, — he’s been there for us more than our own parents. He even saved us from Hook’s crew once, when we were thirteen.

—Still, he did it because we’d signify power for him and not because he cared about us. — Harry takes a long swing of liquor.

I sigh, — Still, I think that, even if he didn’t care at the beginning, he’s fond of you guys now.

Harry’s about to object, but he thinks for a moment and mumbles, — he’s been around for quite a while, even for me sisters.

—I’m just pretty glad that we found him, — Gil hummed, — since I began training with him, my father has been going on about how proud he is that I’m big and strong, and how he hopes that I’ll get myself a nice lady.

— Funny, — Harry says with a tint of grief, — my dad stopped talking to me when the moment I stepped on the Pearl.

Once again, we fall into silence. I fall backwards and look at the cloudy sky, Gil and Harry soon follow and, once again, I find a spot right under the first mate’s arm.

— I’m kind of sleepy, guys.— Gil voices my thoughts, we should head back to the Revenge.

Without complaining, the three of us stand up and walk back to the ship. Instead of heading to their quarters, Harry and Gil lead me to a few hammocks that are placed on deck for those on night guard.

Harry takes off his boots and coat, sitting on one, —‘m sure Uma won’t mind if we use these for tonight.

—Yeah, no big deal, — Yawns Gil.

— Kay.

I’m already beginning to sober up, so sleep is beginning to hit me. Without a second thought, I lay down and wrap myself in my cloak. I drift off to sleep, and my head clears.

It only lasts a few hours, though. I wake up with nausea and my head pounding. Sitting up, decision which immediately regret, I look around for Harry and Gil but turns out I’m alone. I get up and rub my eyes, walking towards Frollo’s creperie, which is a few blocks away from Ursula’s.

I arrive and bark my order, like I’ve seen people do it around here. Then, with a huff, I sit down and quickly glance at my watch.

9:30 am… shit!

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better-half-vani · 4 years

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Guess Who’s Back

So I guess I should explain myself and some things. I’m finally back here again. The reason why I initially disappeared was because of KH3. I didn’t want to be spoiled, so I went on a hiatus (without realizing that I had, but I didn’t want to risk seeing something I hadn’t wanted to yet and hadn’t put it on here---oops).

And then Tumblr became anti-nsfw and that just furthered my reason not to come back because I figured this blog would be nuked. This coupled along with the deaths of a few close friends during the time had me regressing further and further from really socializing (because my mental state at the time was...why should I make more friends, if all I’ll keep doing is losing them...?)

I know.

It was a pretty messed up thought process and a way to self-isolate, but I didn’t know how else to cope.

That coupled with being so work driven (because I was pretty poor and was trying to sustain my lifestyle and help my family) that I hadn’t even played the very game (KH3) that I had waited about 13 years for. That and my drive to play video games was shot to hell.

...what really almost killed me inside was the loss of a very close friend of mine--someone who was my best friend that I had been friends with for basically a decade @verticalfrontalsomething leaving me and this world on the first of November last year.

It was rough to do anything KH related because they were the Riku to my Vanitas. They never made that Riku blog on here that I kept pushing them to do though we roleplayed that pairing all of the time (along with some Ansem/Vanitas) on Discord after the craziness of Tumblr.

It’s still hard for me to play KHUx because months later they’re still in my party and their Riku avatar always walks with my Vanitas one.

We wouldn’t talk daily. I won’t sit here and lie that it was consistent like that, but we would literally drop off the face of the earth with each other for days to weeks to months at a time and just pick up like nothing had gone wrong.

We’d check on each other and the like. And we both understood that life would get in the way or that we would get busy.

And then...things were finally going well for them. I didn’t know that because I had moved into my new apartment about a month before they passed and was getting used to life on my own with my partner and roommates. That and FaceBook’s algorithm for showing the latest posts sucks ass.

I didn’t get a chance to congratulate them on getting that job. To scold them about not going to the convention when they just had kidney problems, or to visit them in person again like I had promised over and over.

...but their parents were kind to me. I cancelled my shifts for work during the time of their funeral and just worked four or maybe five days straight, went negative in my bank account to book the flight, and asked local mutual friends of ours in their state to house me (to which no one could).

And finally, after gaining an ounce of courage and growing a pair, I reached out to their folks to stay with them.

I hadn’t seen their parents since 2014 and I’d changed a bit since then. My voice deeper. My hair not as spiky. And maybe a little taller. ...but they housed me and shared their memories of my friend that I never would have had. Never would have known.

It was painful going up into their old room that I hadn’t been in in years. Seeing the stuff they’d send pictures of to me. Some stuff I had sent them some years ago and given to them at a con.

I was allowed to take their Saix cosplay jacket for KH3 (the last cosplay they made) along with the wig and a jacket. As well as their Kanji wig that they cosplayed with me as I did Naoto with them.

It’s been months and my heart still weeps and aches. The tears still come and eventually they halt. I miss them so much. I really do.

...but they wouldn’t want me to stop my life and the things I love to do because they left me alone temporarily.

If there’s reincarnation or another life, you can bet your sweet ass I will find them again and be friends again.

...so yeah.

I’m back and even more emotional as your feelings monster. Stay safe out there with that new virus and be kind.

-Your Vanitas.

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onewaywardwitch · 5 years

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Just A Typo (4/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Hacker!Reader

Summary: It was a simple challenge between a very competitive group of friends. A challenge that ended very differently than anticipated.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2172

A/N: Okay okay, I’m sooo sorry! I know this is super late but I’ve been studying trying to study for exams I have over the next two weeks. So I probably won’t get to post anymore of this series until after my exams, but hopefully I’ll have more regular updates from then on! Also, this is more of a filler chapter and an introduction to the relationships I’m hoping to develop further. But I promise it’ll get more interesting in the next part if you bear with me!

I stumbled up the stairs towards my apartment, my mind still hazy from the exciting and unpredictable events of the day. When Tony, as he insisted I called him, demanded I get a lift to my apartment instead of walking, I didn’t dare argue. He was adamant I got home safely, and I wasn’t going to turn down any excuse to get home to a bottle of wine quickly.

It took me a minute to open the door. I was beginning to get frustrated that the key wouldn’t turn, before I realised I had the wrong key in the lock. I grumbled to myself and finally managed to open the door with the right key this time.

Unfortunately, my plans to drink myself into next week vanished when I fell back after Becca launched her miniature frame at me.

“We were so worried! We came over to celebrate all over again, then that old hag Nora was blabbering on about how the great Captain America was in her apartments and we just knew something had happened. Oh god, did they threaten you? Torture you? Did you meet Black Widow?”

I had to pry Becca’s arms off me to make my way into my apartment. Angie was sitting at the table clutching another mug of green tea. When she saw me her eyes lit up and a smile slowly found it's way onto her face.

“Not going to lie, Y/N, we thought you were a goner,” she commented, hugging me as she made her way to the press behind me and took out a bottle of wine. Becca nodded furiously, clearly in agreement with Angie’s words while I gave her a grateful smile, taking the glass of red she was handing me.

Angie placed a hand on my shoulder and steered me towards the table. The three of us sat down and they both stared at me as I downed the contents of the glass, silently asking for a refill.

“Anytime you’re ready,” Becca said sarcastically, her caring demeanour dropped now that she saw I was actually still breathing.

I started at the beginning, telling them how I met Captain America and Sergeant Barnes while singing Bohemian Rhapsody. When they heard how the Tony Stark asked me to hack into his system and I demanded a pack of gummy bears, they couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Let me get this straight,” Becca grinned. “The Avengers basically kidnapped you and Tony Stark told you to redo the illegal thing that got you into that situation in the first place, and you told them to get you sweets?”

“Well when you put it like that it sounds ridiculous,” I retorted. “He didn’t ask about it, he just sent someone off to go get my food. He was definitely impressed with me.”

“How are you so sure about that?” Angie asked suspiciously, knowing there was something else I wasn’t telling them.

“Call me crazy, but I don’t think he would offer me a job if he didn’t think I was any good.”

Their reaction was immediate and exactly what I was hoping for. Angie nearly choked on her tea. Becca’s eyes were bulging out of her head and she unexpectedly whacked me on the arm.

“Hey!” I burst out, rubbing the now sore spot while glaring at my ‘friend’. “What was that for?”

“You should have led with that!” she exclaimed, Angie nodding furiously beside her.

“It was pretty sudden. I was hoping to just get off scot-free. A job offer was definitely not planned. But he liked what I did. And you’re now looking at the new security analyst of Stark Industries.”

The girls listened on in awe as I explained what happened after Tony came back into that interrogation room once he had offered me the job. I told them how he took me on a tour around the tower, informing me that he had already run a thorough background check on me before even entering the same room as me. He told me there was no one better to protect their systems than the only person who managed to beat it, and I couldn’t help but appreciate his logic behind that statement.

“One question,” Angie said once I had finished reciting my tale. “How did they find you?”

I laughed nervously and rubbed the back of my neck, refusing to meet either of their inquisitive eyes. I was hoping they wouldn’t ask that. It was one of the first things I brought up when Tony had showed me around the labs of the Tower, and I was horrified when he admitted I had made the smallest of typos when leaving their system. It wasn’t an uncommon mistake for people whose jobs or hobbies revolved around computers, but to have made that mistake when hacking into Stark Industries? That was embarrassing.

“It's pretty funny, actually.” I gave the pair a small smile, knowing that while Angie would get over it quickly, Becca would hold this over my head for as long as she possibly could. “My finger may have slipped when I was trying to stop them from finding my IP address and… and the smallest of typos may have been made.”

I scowled at the grin that stretched across Becca’s face.

“You? You made a typo? The great Y/N Y/L/N screwed up at the only thing she’s good at? This is the greatest day of my life! Sure, Hammer Industries isn’t as advanced as Stark’s, but at least I didn’t mess it up- hey!”

“Oops,” I shrugged as Becca ducked quickly, the book I threw at her narrowly missing her head.

Angie chuckled at our antics when Becca hurled the book back at me in retaliation.

~~~~~

The water was far hotter than I normally had it, but I needed it that way. There was something almost soothing about showering with water that nearly burned your skin off and left you red all over.

How ironic.

Angie and Becca took nearly two hours to leave. As much as I enjoyed their company, I was grateful when they finally decided to go home and leave me alone with my thoughts. I rested my head against the tiles of the shower wall that were in desperate need of replacing. My mind was racing, going a mile a minute, refusing to allow to me to hold to one thought for more than a few seconds. It had been a hectic day. I went from excited, to beyond petrified, then overwhelmed all within the space of a few hours.

Tony’s tour wasn’t all great. Sure, the labs and building itself were incredible, but I got an overall sense of disapproval from most of the people I met there. The regular staff were wary around me. It wasn’t like Tony ever showed people around the tower who weren’t, in some way, a danger. The Avengers themselves had varying reactions to my presence. From the Falcon’s judgemental stare, to Black Widow’s clear distaste for me already. Tony wasn’t impressed with their welcome in the slightest. But I understood why they acted as they did. I had breached their privacy, seen them in their most vulnerable state. I'm sure it's not something they were used to feeling.

There were only a few people I met who didn’t act as if I was threat. Dr Banner had returned to the lab after he had left the viewing room of where I was interrogated. He had greeted me with only slight apprehension, which I believe is just his reaction to meeting anyone new.

Steve, as he begged me to call him when I repeatedly called him the full title of Captain America, had given me a warm smile when Tony first took me out of the room I was first kept in. I knew he didn’t fully trust me, it would have been ridiculous if he had. But his friendly look gave me a bit more confidence to get through the rest of an already hectic day.

It was Sergeant Barnes response which left me most confused. He had come into the kitchen where Tony and I were discussing the responsibilities of my new job over a steaming mug of hot chocolate, a black coffee for Tony.

He froze when he noticed us sitting there. I gave him a friendly wave, hoping to make up for my earlier comment about magnets. It didn’t seem to work. Instead of getting whatever he came in for, he took a few steps backwards before leaving the room, nearly walking into the door frame with the speed he was walking with.

I shifted in my seat awkwardly, and Tony must have sensed my unease.

“Look, I wouldn’t worry too much about the rest of the team. They’re not exactly the most trusting bunch. You did scare us a bit, we’ve never had a hacking issue before. It’ll take them a while to get used to you, but they will.”

It was strange to see Tony Stark like this. The billionaire I was so used to seeing on the TV as he made comments on his own brilliance was a whole lot less egotistical than I had assumed. The actual Tony I met was still snarky and quick-witted, but not nearly as full of himself as I previously thought. He just seemed to appreciate anyone who could counter his brain in any possible way, and luckily for me, my knowledge of computers matched his own.

“How do you even know you can trust me?” I asked him, my eyes flickering back to the door where Barnes had quickly scurried away from me.

“You don’t exactly strike me as the ‘black market’ kind of hacker. And you’re a terrible liar,” he chuckled, constantly studying me for any signs that he was wrong.

Nodding at his words, we finished our drinks in a comfortable silence, before Tony gestured for me to follow him so we could finish the tour I was promised.

~~~~~

Bucky was an ex-assassin. He was an Avenger who used to be one of the scariest men alive. So why was some woman with a laptop making him feel like a teenage boy with a stupid crush?

It was ridiculous. He hadn’t even had a conversation with her. Yet, he told himself. He had never believed in love at first sight, and he still didn’t. He just happened to find this particular woman more interesting than most others he met.

He wondered what it was about Y/N Y/L/N. Her smile, perhaps? Or the way she still managed to crack jokes when faced with Earth’s Mightiest Heroes? Whatever it was, it was making Bucky feel incredibly uncomfortable.

He felt his ears go red when he thought about how he had run off from her in the kitchen. He wanted to greet her, tell her that he was glad to see that she hadn’t completely freaked out about her situation yet. Unfortunately, his feet seemed to work a lot faster than his mouth did, and he nearly crashed straight into the door frame.

She hadn’t laughed at him, though. He was grateful for that, but she probably though he was an idiot. He thought he was an idiot.

~~~~~

“I don’t trust her,” Nat stated once Tony sent Y/N back to her apartment with the promise of a job starting on Monday. The group were gathered in the briefing room again. Discussing Y/N. Again.

Nat’s comment had caused everyone to start speaking over each other, all of them trying to have their opinion of the new employee heard by the rest. Sam still harboured some ill-feelings towards her after being sent on a food run and was trying to convince Tony to rethink his decision. Tony was having none of it, but he was failing miserably at getting anyone to listen to him. That’s when Bucky stepped in.

“You might not like her, but Tony’s got a point.”

Everyone looked at Bucky in surprise, especially Tony. It wasn’t a secret that they didn’t have the best relationship. Tony hadn’t entirely forgiven Bucky for what had happened to his parents, and Bucky hadn’t forgiven himself either. Before anyone else could butt in, he continued.

“If someone with a laptop could hack into us pretty quick, how long would it take Hydra with all their equipment? If word of this gets out, we’ll be in trouble. We need her. Whether we like it or not.”

Not even Sam had a smart-ass remark lined up after Bucky’s little speech. He was a man of few words, so when he spoke for longer, people tended to listen. The team quickly realised that their argument was pointless. Tony was unwavering in his decision and Y/N had already won over Bucky as well. As everyone murmered their agreement, Tony gave Bucky a slight nod. Barely noticeable, but Bucky had seen it. It was by no means a sign of forgiveness on either side, but it was a start.

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Criminal Minds S07E03 “Dorado Falls” review

Episode 03 – Dorado Falls

Hey y’all!

So this episode’s name is too vague for me to make speculations about what might happen ... hoping for something witty and awesome.

Let’s see what happens.

And she’s officially back :)

“Hey, good morning.”

Okay, now I want Prentiss as my BFF. Seriously. Free coffee in the morning before work? Perfection.

“Oh, look at you spoiling me. Thank you.”

“Where’s yours?”

“Oh, I quit caffeine. Trying to relax more.”

“Well, don’t relax too much. You got ten hours of takedown and arrest procedure training to rectify.”

“Since when?”

“Since the hearing.”

“Am I the only one?”

“Prentiss, you’ve been away.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess I can’t complain.”

“Well, especially not to your trainer.”

“Oh! You’re doing it?”

“Don’t get too excited. I’m about to put you through the wringer.”

“You can believe that.”

Oh my goodness, Prentiss’s look of excitement and then confusion is killing me.

Though I’m totally with her on that one. Why is Derek so excited on putting her through the wringer?

“Workplace massacre this morning at Synalock Incorporated. That’s in Charlottesville, which his practically in our backyard.”

“That’s a high body count.”

“Yeah, eight victims in total. All employees, including the CEO.”

Damn.

”Five shot, three were stabbed to death.”

“A gun and a knife. That’s highly unusual.”

“It could be two killers.”

“That would be the first time for a workplace killing.”

“Their business in Internet security for corporations. They didn’t have video surveillance?”

“They just moved into a new building. They didn’t have time to set up their system yet.”

“How is it no one saw anything?”

“The killer was prepared. Highly organized. This was premeditated.”

“He kept his emotions contained.”

“Pretty hard to do for the typical workplace killer who’s mentally ill or outraged about some perceived injustice.”

“The high body count indicates a hell of a lot of rage.”

“One employee, John Owen, was MIA. Local PD haven’t been able to locate him yet.”

Oops.

“Any unhappy clients?”

“Or a domestic situation among the employees?”

“Don’t know, but your friendly neighborhood genius girl will find out.”

“Bottom line is a mass killing is a classic show of force. It’s a way to become known. Which is why suicide, often by cop, is usually part of the plan.”

“So where’s the unsub?”

“He has a reason to stay hidden. He’s not finished yet.”

Well, fuck.

Franklin D. Roosevelt: “Men are not prisoners of fate, but prisoners of their own minds.”

“Absolutely. These are Agents Rossi and Jareau and Dr. Reid.”

I love his cutesy little wave.

“Of course. As soon as we make our assessment.”

Someone needs to put a plug in that whole media coverage before the cops arrive thing.

“So what do we know about the missing employee so far?”

“You said the CEO’s office was ransacked.”

“JJ.”

Let’s go investigate.

“The position of the body suggests he was one of the last ones killed.”

“He tried to escape and almost made it to the exit.”

“Jane Burney and Vinia Dev were here. Jane tried to run, Vinia didn’t.”

How does he know that? Because he’s the most genius genius to ever genius my genius.

...

And, you know, maybe he’s good at his job ... maybe.

“She’s half under her desk, which means she tried to hide and the unsub found her.”

“So these three were stabbed and the rest were shot to death.”

“Yes, but the bloody footprints all seem to come from the same pair of shoes.”

“Given the evidence, if there were a second killer, he’d be hard-pressed to get away without leaving tracks.”

“If there was only one unsub, he used his gun first, emptied his magazine, didn’t have a replacement, and resorted to using his knife.”

“He’d have to be physically fit or at least intimidating enough to subdue so many people.”

“If this were highly premeditated, he would have brought enough ammunition to kill everyone.”

“Unless he had a single target.”

“He killed the rest of them because they were witnesses.”

“We need to figure out who his first victim was.”

“These are contracts Synalock had. What was the unsub looking for?”

“Maybe he was a client searching for his own contract to hide any connection to Synalock after the murders.”

“Ah, everything’s digital these days, though. The hard copy’s just a backup.”

Oh my cute fossil, Rossi.

“So the unsub’s looking for an object, an old record, something not on a computer.”

“Huh. Rossi, check this out.”

“So, uh, Werner was worried enough about his safety to be armed.”

“And he didn’t have time to go for his gun or didn’t perceive the threat to be immediate.”

“Or keeping a gun around was out of force of habit.”

“He was a veteran.”

“A naval officer by the looks of it.”

“A decorated one at that.”

“He was awarded the Navy Cross in 2000.”

“Something else used to be here.”

“Another picture frame.”

Ruh-roh.

“Blood splatter overlay patterns indicate victim number three was over here.”

“Victim number two right here.”

“And finally victim number one right here.”

“Adam Werner was killed first?”

“Looks that way.”

“Which means the unsub made it all the way in here without alarming anyone.”

“He wasn’t threatening.”

“That’s why Werner didn’t pull the gun we found in his office.”

“He could have been the missing employee.”

“He may have taken that photo form his office if he was in it.”

“Why would an employee be interested in Synalock’s contracts?”

“Maybe this is about one client.”

“He could be after specific company information.”

“He had another motive besides killing.”

“It was clean and fast.”

“He sliced through the left carotid and abdominal aorta, major arteries that would bleed out quickly.”

“They all took two .45s to the chest, except for Adam Warner. He took four body shots and one to the head, execution style.”

“Definite overkill.”

“Somebody was angry with the boss.”

“Somebody with hunting skills.”

“Or a law enforcement background?”

“Talk to me, little genie.”

“Well, since you know how to rub my lamp, your wish is my command.”

Facepalming, grinning and giggling all at the same time here.

“I checked the Synalock client list, and the Defence Intelligence Agency is new to them, so there really isn’t anything to report, and everyone else is crazy happy with their service.”

“No complaints logged in?”

“Zero. I’m talking every high-tech blog, every chat room, glowing accolades. No one had anything contrary to say about Synalock.”

“Any employees have a history of domestic disturbances or stalkers?”

“Not that I’d violate privacy laws to check, she says, but the answer is no.”

“So Synalock is clean.”

“As a whistle.”

“Which reminds me …”

“You know how to whistle, don’t you?”

“You just put your lips together and blow.’

Oh my goodness, I love this ridiculous goddess and hunky chocolate adonis so freaking much.

“I love it when you talk old movies. Later, baby girl.”

“With all the overkill on Werner, there’s got to be a personal connection.”

“We’ve located John Owen, the missing employee. He’s been at a Doctor Who convention in San Diego since Saturday. It was a scheduled vacation.”

“Lucky guy.”

“I’ll say. That’s supposed to be an awesome convention.”

Dead here. Because I know I will never find a man as perfect as Spencer in real life.

“So if it wasn’t someone connected to the workplace, who is it?”

“You know, given the precision of the kills, it could be someone with a military background.”

“Or a professional hired by a business competitor.”

“A hit man would just kill Werner. Killing the entire office seems unprofessional.”

“Werner was a Navy veteran. He had DIA contracts. He had close ties to the military. It could be someone from his past harboring an old grudge.”

“Trooper, issue a Be on The Lookout to law enforcement for a physically fit male in his 30s to 40s, possibly a veteran. He appears nonthreatening and blends in easily. He’s armed and extremely dangerous. He most likely will kill again, either himself or others, very soon.”

You know, as serious as this is, the whole “Luke, I’m your father” thing is just too much for me and I cannot control my giggles.

“Are we sure the unsub is their son?”

“Luke Dolan called Synalock early this morning. Garcia confirmed it.”

“Know many 60-year-olds with a boombox?”

Not anymore. Which is sad.

“Trying to mask the sound of gunshots?”

“Could be. Or he was torturing them with sound.”

That metal music was definitely torture, bro.

“Why were they bound and gagged in the closet? Why not just kill them right away?”

“Maybe he was trying to get information from them.”

“About what?”

“Go ahead, Garcia, you’re on speaker.”

“Okay, Luke Dolan was in the same Navy unit as our CEO Adam Werner. That would be the 212th. They were both communication clerks at Camp Patriot in Kuwait. I’m sending all this information to your emails now.”

“Any other family?”

“He has a wife, Jenna. They’ve been separated for years. She lives in Bethesda with her eight-year-old daughter.”

“We need to bring her in for protective custody and to interview her. Send local PD and have our nearest unit meet them.”

“Done and done.”

Duh.

“Okay, it looks like he served thirteen years, honorable discharge in 2005. And now a VP of a biotech company. He was never a Synalock employee.”

“So what happened to this guy?”

“He was separated from his wife about a year ago, but that’s a bit far back to be a trigger.”

“Well, he’s on a rampage of some kind. What if mentally he was reliving a combat situation?”

“It could be post-traumatic stress. Everybody could look like an enemy.”

“Prentiss, this was a close-knit family.”

“Look at them.”

“They couldn’t have been more proud of their son.”

“How bad would his disorder have to be to make him kill his own parents?”

“Post-traumatic stress disorder rarely turns people into killers, but soldiers with PTSD have been known to strangle their wives in bed while having flashbacks or nightmares, believing they’re on the battlefield.”

“In 2005, an Iraqi war vet assaulted two people in Las Vegas, believing them to be enemy combatants.”

“So Dolan’s having a sustained flashback.”

“Pathological disassociation is one of the markers of complex PTSD, although Dolan has been stateside for six years. An escalation of the symptoms is possible, but it would be rare for them to appear out of nowhere.”

“Well, he seems to have made a successful transition to civilian life.”

“Well, at least on paper it does.”

“We should find out if he’s had any symptoms since he left the navy. It could have been the catalyst for the separation.”

“I’ll have Garcia check his records.”

“Hotch, Dolan’s been going through this.”

“Look, old mementos and journals from his days in the service.”

“He didn’t come here just to kill his parents. He came to get something.”

“He’s on some sort of mission.”

“The car’s washed, spotless inside, there’s no paint separation or rust.”

“This accident was recent.”

“I agree.”

“The Navy’s in his blood. he would never let that go without getting it fixed immediately.”

“It might have triggered his condition.”

“I’ll have Garcia run the plates, check for any recent accidents.”

“So, Dolan left his sedan and didn’t take the parents’ car.”

“He was smart enough to know it’d be tracked.”

“He’s either on foot or he’s stolen another vehicle.”

“If he’s capable of doing this, he’s rational and clear-headed enough to evade his perceived enemies.”

“So despite any mental incapacity, he’s still performing at a high level.”

“Just got word the local PD’s at the wife and daughter’s house.”

“Dolan’s unpredictable when he’s on a rampage. We need to go wide. We need to get the profile to the press.”

“Luke Dolan is a Navy veteran we believe is suffering from PTSD.”

“A recent trauma may have triggered this. He is experiencing pathological disassociation and may believe he’s in a combat situation.”

“What this means is, to him, everyone is a potential enemy. Do not underestimate him. Despite his mental state, he has extreme survival skills.”

“Right now, we believe he’s within a 250-mile radius of Roanoke. He is armed and extremely dangerous.”

“It is important that you do not approach him. He believes that he is on a mission, and if threatened, he will kill. So if you see him, stay away and notify the authorities.”

I’ll tell you whatever you want, gorgeous.

“One thing’s been bothering me is the first victim, Adam Warner, was given the Navy Cross in 2000.”

“We weren’t at war.”

“Exactly.”

“You have to show extreme sacrifice, risk life and limb to win the second-highest medal of valor.”

“So what did he do during peacetime to deserve it?”

“So, Garcia’s discovered part of Dolan’s military records were encrypted.”

“I just got the complete file to the Pentagon. He wasn’t a clerk. He was a Navy Seal.”

“Let me guess. Adam Werner was, too.”

“Yeah. Werner was the seal team leader, Dolan was his number two. Their unit was part of JSOC. They were involved in twenty highly classified missions.”

“Which missions were in 2000?”

“Uh, only one. Operation Dorado Falls.”

“See what you can find about it.”

“Will do.”

Good.

“That changes the profile.”

“Definitely.”

“How so?”

“Navy Seals are screened carefully for vulnerability to PTSD. They’re resistant to it.”

“So why would a trained Navy Seal kill his commanding officer and his own parents?”

“I don’t know, but it’s gonna be a lot harder to find him. Very few people on this planet are capable of stopping him.”

“Luke Dolan just evaded a roadblock near his wife’s house. They searched the surrounding area. There’s no sign of him.”

Well, this just turned from crap tp shit.

“Did you notice any recent changes in Luke’s behavior?”

“Did he ever mention Dorado Falls?”

“A mission he was on.”

“Is that why you two separated?”

“You weren’t a priority to him?”

“He had an exit strategy.”

Oh that poor woman. Her husband had an exit strategy from life and she took it personally.

“Okay, so it turns out 6:20 Friday night, Dolan got in a car accident in Bethesda.”

“That must have been after he dropped off his daughter.”

“He suffered minor injuries, he refused medical treatment.”

“Well, his wife said he was fine when he left her.”

“What was his mental state after the accident?”

“Normal. Field sobriety test came up negative.”

“That wouldn’t rule out drug use.”

Well, crap.

“I’d consider schizophrenia, except he’s the wrong age for the first psychotic break. It could be an aneurysm or a brain tumor.”

“Well, one thing’s for sure. He’s having a mental breakdown, but what are the specific features of it?”

“He’s not living in a past time and place, he’s living in the present, with the capacity and intelligence to evade law enforcement.”

Wow, that woman is rattled. Though any sane woman would if her husband was forced out of their house at gunpoint and she was left wondering what the fuck is going on.

“Mrs. Milgram …”

“Ma’am, listen to me. The FBI is in charge of looking for your husband, but I need you to try to remember what Luke Dolan said.”

“Yes, you can.”

“Just close your eyes.”

“Ma’am, I believe that you can.”

“Just listen to the sound of my voice and you’ll be fine.”

“Just try.”

“Close your eyes. There you go.”

“Just relax and breathe. Very good.”

“Now, what were you doing before he broke into your house?”

“Does he think your husband did something to them?”

“Does he mention Dorado Falls?”

Yup.

“All of the Milgrams’ cars are still here, so he must have taken the General in whatever vehicle he came in.”

“He talked about gaslighting. He thinks someone’s trying to purposely distort his reality.”

“He said his parents had been replaced.”

“He sounds delusional.”

“You know, he might have Capgras syndrome.”

Huh?

“It’s a delusional disorder in which one believes that their friends and loved ones had been replaced by impostors.”

“Sort of like Invasion of the Body Snatchers.”

“It typically involves only one sense, such as sight.”

“Basically, the neural connection between the visual cortex and the emotional center of the brain becomes severed, so that looking at a loved one doesn’t elicit the same emotional response one would expect.”

“So you think they’re an imposter.”

“And the interesting thing is that the auditory connection remains intact, so that if they were to hear a loved one speak and not see them, they’d think that they were real.”

“What causes this syndrome?”

“It’s unknown in 60% of the cases, but the rest have an organic cause, such as a tumor or head trauma.”

“He was in a car accident Friday.”

“People with delusional disorders don’t become killers, though.”

“True, but Dolan’s background as a Navy Seal, his knowledge of secret missions, plus Capgras syndrome, could result in extreme paranoia.”

“It’s the perfect storm.”

“Is there a cure for this?”

Nope. Shit.

“So this guy’s stuck with it.”

“He’s not killing for the thrill of it, he does it because he believes he has no other choice.”

“He murdered his best friend and his parents because he believed they were imposters.”

“So if he were to see his wife and daughter, the results could be deadly.”

“Dolan kidnapped the General and didn’t kill his wife because he had never met them before.”

“There may be another reason. He wants contact.”

“Our primary goal right now is the safe recovery of the General.”

“We could. But your help would speed things up.”

“You’re smart enough to see the upside, I’m sure.”

“You help and it goes well, you get your ticket punched.”

“You don’t and it goes south, well, the weather’s not too bad outside the beltway.”

“You know why Dolan’s so worried about this mission?”

“Were there complications?”

Oh damn. She don’t mess around.

“We think his car accident triggered a delusional disorder.”

“We need to know who Luke was close to.”

“Is this Lieutenant Luke Dolan?”

“Sergeant Major David Rossi, United States Marine Corps, retired.”

“I volunteered to call you.”

“I knew your dad, Luke. We were in boot camp together at Parris Island.”

“He’s a good man.”

“Still triangulating a location. Hold on.”

“Now, we can talk, but first I need to know that General Milgram is safe.”

“What’s up with the music?”

“I have no idea.”

You know, I am getting real tired of these writers stealing my thunder.

“Why did you kidnap the General?”

“Do you think we’re holding them?”

God. This guy is off his meds. And pretty bad.

“What have you got, Garcia?”

“Getting closer. We’re in the warehouse district. Stand by.”

“Got it! 3352 Spring Street.”

Go! Go! Go!

“Let’s go.”

“Release the General and then we can talk about your family. He’s innocent.”

“Luke, do you think your father would approve of what you’re doing?”

“Start what?”

What the fuck is this nutcase talking about?

“Why don’t you tell us your side of the story?”

“All right.”

“Dorado Falls was the name of a boat off the coast of Cape Town. It was owned by a South African diplomat who was selling nuclear secrets to Iran.”

“So what’s the big secret?”

“There isn’t one. Don’t get me wrong, lives were lost, but there’s been far worse missions.”

“His mind chose Dorado Falls to build a conspiracy around.”

Well, shit.

“This can’t be it.”

“Garcia, it’s an empty lot with a cell phone repeater. Give me a rundown on the buildings in the area and the years that they were built.”

“All over it like cat hair on a sofa.”

Someone zap her here so I can kiss her.

“Btw, I can usually locate a cell phone within three meters, but sometimes there are circumstance beyond my control, like physical barriers blocking a signal, not being in the satellite’s direct line of sight, which bounces the signal to a repeater.”

“Garcia, tell me you’ve got something.”

“Oh, sorry. Yes, I have something.”

Oh my God, she is the cutest thing ever.

“There is a hotel built in ’74 that is scheduled for demo, and there is a warehouse scheduled for loft conversion that was built in 1928.”

“All right, walls were thicker in the twenties.”

“What’s the address of the building?”

“More GPS signal interference.”

Come on, baby.

“Exact address is … 291 Hope Street.”

“291 Hope.”

“Intel failed to identify … two children aboard the boat.”

“You had to shoot those kids, didn’t you? They were witnesses. Just like everyone at Synalock.”

“Listen, Jenna and Ally are safe.”

“I’ll make you an offer. You let Milgram go and I’ll take his place.”

“But you need insurance. I get that. Let me take his place. Because I’m not just a guy behind a desk.”

“I was a Marine with boots on the ground, just like you.”

“I know what you’ve been through.”

“I want you to get your family back.”

“Where’s Hotch and Morgan?”

“The Spring Street address didn’t pan out. They’re searching the warehouse right now.”

“Luke, I need your exact address.”

“Clear.”

“We got the General. He’s still alive.”

Where the fuck is Dolan?

“Yeah, he used the radio to mask the sound of his movements.”

“We’re on the move.”

“This was all part of his plan to find out who was holding his wife and daughter.”

“But you never said you were FBI.”

“He saw the number I called from. He recognized the FBI prefix.”

“So, what, he’s on his way here to Quantico?”

“I know the head space he’s in. he feels alone right now. There’s no risk he won’t take.”

“As a Navy Seal, he did training here. He knows this place.”

Seal everything.

“An FBI police officer was just found shot to death in the academy parking structure.”

“He’s already here.”

Shit.

“Dolan’s photo’s already been sent on all internal servers.”

“He’s probably changed his appearance already.”

“And he’s got thirteen floors to hide on.”

Fuck.

“We should make a general PA announcement.”

Hey, I know that weirdo.

“No. He believes he’s on a rescue mission that he can pull off. As long as he thinks that, he’ll stay calm.”

“I’ve got hundreds of employees in here and you want me to do nothing?”

Seriously, dude?

“Garcia, I need you on the building’s operations computer.”

“Ready and able, sir.”

“Dolan’s got a police radio. I want all alerts sent through ha secure tactical channel.”

“We can’t take that risk. You’ll be safe in here.”

Good, keep them safe.

“He knows how to be invisible.”

“I got him. He used the dead officer’s ID to enter the seventh floor.”

“Seal if off. Nobody in or out.”

Oh boy.

“Navy Seals never start a mission without an exfiltration plan. Check the exterior and elevator shafts for riggings.’

“Turning exterior cameras now.”

“A member of the seal team said Dolan’s an expert in explosives, disabling and building them.”

“Also be on the lookout for explosives.”

Fuck.

Wack calling, let Rossi handle it.

“Hello.”

“Yes. I was hoping you’d call, Luke.”

“Where are you?”

Shit. He’s there with a fucking bomb and fucking shit I am not okay with this.

“Okay, okay. Easy, easy.”

“Oh, my God.”

“All right, Luke, you don’t want to be aiming that around.”

“Snipers have the building covered.”

“You’re in the crosshairs right now, I can guarantee that.”

“I’m the one you want. You can let my team go.”

“Start an evacuation.”

“Can we evacuate everyone in three minutes?”

“Prentiss, I need his wife in here.”

“No one is seeking revenge here. You’ve created this conspiracy in your own mind.”

“To protect them from you after you murdered your own parents.”

“Your real parents are dead.”

DUDE! What the fuck are you doing?!

“You want to know what’s really going on? You were in a car accident three nights ago and you suffered a head trauma.”

“You don’t believe that’s her?”

Shit.

“Jenna, can you talk to him about something personal, something that only the two of you would know about?”

“When you see your family, you think that they’re imposters, but it’s all caused by an illness.”

“You’re sick, Luke.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Luke, you have to close your eyes.”

“Because you need to know that your wife is real and your eyes will trick you.”

“Close your eyes.”

“First Jenna’s gonna cover up your eyes.”

Shit.

“No! No!”

“JJ, let me have him.”

“Get him out of here!”

Ah crap, it all went to shit.

Orson Welles: “Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for a moment that we’re not alone.”

“No, I didn’t mandate it.”

Wait. So Hotch didn’t mandate the training? Oh boy, my puppy really stepped in it this time.

“Hey.”

“Uh, Hotch didn’t order my takedown recertification.”

Busted.

“Do you want to tell me what’s really going on?”

“I just thought we both could use a refresher.”

“You mean you thought I could use it.”

“You’re nervous about me being back.”

“Emily …”

“What … you think I’m gonna mess up the team’s rhythm?”

“I get it. But just come out and say it.”

“Morgan.”

“Okay, fine.”

“Yea, I am nervous.”

“But not about you.”

“About me.”

“Emily, I thought I lost you, and I blamed myself.”

“Now, you’re back, but I don’t want to be worried about losing you again and get distracted.”

“So you wanted some reassurance.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Morgan, I cannot imagine what you went through.”

“It was seven months of hell.”

“How can I make it up to you? I will do whatever it takes.”

“Just give me ten hours of training.”

“Okay, you got it.”

“Shooting range on Sundays.”

“I’m there.”

“And my morning coffee and a neck rub every day.”

“Oh, buddy, you are really pushing it.”

Morgan, you little shit!

Whew. So aside from the craziness of this entire episode, because - hot damn! - this episode was so cute! Morgan dealing with his mixed feelings about Prentiss coming back and being worried he might lose her again, it’s just the most adorable subplot there is.

Also, I just found out that Reid likes to go to Doctor Who conventions, and it just made my day.

Also, I love how they address PTSD and general trauma-coping in military veterans. It’s seriously refreshing how they keep addressing all issues in human psyche around the vast country of the USA. Amazing.

And so, on this ... positive? ... note, I thank you all for keeping on following this stuff.

I’ll see you all next time and - in the meantime, enjoy the rest of the photos of Shemar Moore I’ve been hoarding.

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denimwrappednightmare · 6 years

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I pet this kitty, and boop his nose!

Summary: After finishing up a hunt that took you and the boys to an animal shelter, you try to convince your boyfriend Dean to let you take home one of the adoptable cats.

Pairings: DeanXReader

Characters: Dean, Y/N, Sam

Warnings: Fluff, kisses, are cats a warning, Dean being adorable

A/N: This is actually the first time I’ve ever written fanfic, let alone posted it. So, tell me what you think, any feedback is welcome. I figured it would be fun to write a cute little story about Dean warming up to a pet cat.

Dean knew that bringing Sam along to wrap things up at the animal shelter would be a bad idea, so he had you come along instead; however after you had been gone for over thirty minutes in the kennels Dean began to worry. He finished up talking to the vet tech that was on staff about how the unusual dog attacks that had been occurring across the town were all taken care of, and went down the hall in search of you. He entered the kennels and walked up and down each aisle, calling your name only to be met with an occasional bark. He had sent you in here to make sure that you hadn’t missed a grim. After searching every pin, finding no large black dog with glowing eyes and no site of you, Dean went back inside the building and headed back to the front. Maybe she already finished up and was in the bathroom, he thought. Just as he turned the corner to head back to the receptionist area movement caught Dean’s eye behind a large glass window. He looked through it and saw you laying in the middle of the floor. Exasperated, Dean sighed and entered the room.

You were supposed to be checking out the dogs in the kennels. That’s why Dean had you go along with him on this one because he knew you wouldn’t try to adopt them all like Sam did when he came with Dean at the beginning of the hunt. It’s not like you didn’t like dogs, because you did; you just weren’t really a dog person. You figured this would be pretty simple: go down the hall, turn the corner, door at the end, and bam! Check out the dogs, make sure there weren’t any grims. No big deal. That was until you saw through one of the windows the room with all the adoptable cats. “It’ll just take a minute,” you lied to yourself knowing full well that you planned to play with and snuggle every single cat in that room.

Somewhere between opening cage doors and petting cats, you had lost complete track of time. At some point, after all the cage doors were open and the cats were free to roam the room as they pleased, you had taken off your shoes and laid down on the floor, to play with the cats more on their level. You were so engrossed with the swarm of cats around you that you didn’t hear the door to the room open and shut.

Dean stood just inside the room taking in the scene as he waited for you to notice his presence. There were cats everywhere. A few on the counters with one playing in the sink, one was pawing at a cabinet door, two were wrestling in a corner. You were lying on the floor on your stomach, legs bent at the knees and up in the air. There was a smaller cat trying to attack your feet as you moved them, and another sitting on your back. There were cats curled up beside you napping while you distracted a feisty pair of orange kittens with your jacket sleeve. Finally there was the small brown kitten that you were petting. Dean leaned in closer; you were humming. No. Wait. Singing, Dean realized, you were definitely singing.

“I pet this kitty. I pet this kitty and boop his nose. Pet this kitty. I pet this kitty and boop his nose!”

At hearing your lyrics, Dean couldn’t help but smile. You were so relaxed and happy, and you looked so cute albeit a little crazy. Dean cleared his throat hoping to get your attention, but you didn’t move or seem to even hear him. “Y/N,” Dean said startling you. As you jumped you disturbed the cats sleeping around you, particularly the Wilford Brimly looking cat who was sleeping on the small of your back. Twisting to look behind you, you saw Dean standing at the door.

“I thought you were going to check out the dogs.”

“I, uh, I got distracted.” You smiled sheepishly at him.

“That’s obvious, Dr. Evil. We’re supposed to be wrapping up a case, Y/N, not playing with animals. That’s why I brought you along instead of Sam,” he said as a Cornish Rex purred and rub against his legs.

You stood up and put the hairless cat back in its cage. “I know, but kitties, Dean! Look at them all!” You made a sweeping gesture indicating all the cats milling about.

“Yeah, and you have to put the monsters back in their cages. I’m not helping you with this.”

As you were putting the last cat back in its cage, you realized that it was the precious little brown one from earlier that let you pet him as much as you wanted. Holding him in your arms like a baby, you turned around to face Dean. With your best puppy dog face, you looked up at into his fan-fiction green eyes.

“Dean,” you pouted. “Can I keep him? Just this one!”

“Y/N...”

You widened your eyes and pouted your lip more. “Pweeeeease?”

Dean stared at you, trying to maintain his resolve, but he had never seen you as happy as you were when you were surrounded by all those cats. The little furball meowed loudly almost like he was on Y/N’s side as well. Even though he hated cats, he relented.

“Fine.”

You squealed. “Really!? I can really keep him!?”

“Yeah, I guess. But! Don’t give him some dumb person name like George or Steve.”

A little while later, after signing the papers making the little cat officially yours, you happily sat in the Impala with the boys as you headed back to the bunker.

“Wait,” Sam started again. “Let me get this straight. You let Y/N adopt a cat but I couldn’t adopt a dog?”

“Yeah Sam.”

“Dean, you don’t even like cats. You’ve never liked cats!”

“So? What’s your point, Sam?”

“Why? Why does Y/N get to bring home a pet?”

“Because unlike you, Y/N has perfected the puppy dog face, and I can’t say no when she does it.”

“Hey Sam,” you piped up “I’ll see what I can do to get you a puppy.”

Dean groaned. “Great! Now the bunker will turn into a zoo!”

The three of you rode in silence for a while until Hammer to Fall started playing over the radio.

“Hey, turn that up,” you said from the back seat.

“Why?” Sam asked reaching for the volume knob.

“A.) Because Queen is the greatest band in the world, and B.) I can’t do it myself because I have a sleeping cat on me. And you don’t move sleeping cats.”

Dean looked into the rear view mirror at you, “Speaking of that little furball, you pick out a name for him yet Umbridge?”

You thought about it for a minute. “Yeah, actually. I have.”

“Well...” Dean prompted.

“I think I’m going to name him Fred.”

Sam turned around and looked at you “Fred?”

“Yeah. Fred. You know, like Freddie Mercury.”

“I though we said no people names, Y/N.”

“Oops.”

“Great!” Dean said throwing his hands up. “My girlfriend named her cat after a British rock musician.”

“I think Freddie Mercury is a fine name for him, Y/N,” Sam looked at Dean “even if Dean doesn’t.”

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A few months had passed since you had brought Freddie Mercury home to the bunker, and after he had warmed up to the space, the little cat had put on some weight, started acting like he owned the place, and fully started to live up to his name. Usually very loud, and always about and making his presence know, Fred was nowhere to be found one day when you were trying to find him to give him his flea medicine.

You searched all over the bunker in his usual spots. He wasn’t in the library climbing among the books, not in the war room sleeping on the center of the table. You checked the kitchen twice because you thought you heard him knocking things off the counter but both times it was just Sam looking for a snack. As you made your way down the hall to check Sam’s room once more just in case he was asleep on top of Sam’s laptop, you heard Dean mumbling something from the room the two of you shared. You decided to stop in and ask him if he had seen Freddie.

As you got closer to your room you could finally make out what Dean was singing.

“I pet this kitty! I pet this kitty and boop his nose!”

You giggled when you saw Dean lying on your bed with the cat.

You pulled out your phone and took a quick video of the big, strong Dean Winchester singing to a cat and booping its nose. You put your phone away, saving the video to show Sam later.

“I thought you hated cats,” you said startling him as you walked to the bed.

Freddie jumped down and rubbed himself against your legs.

“I mean,” Dean started. You stopped him with a kiss.

“The big bad Dean Winchester caught snuggling and singing to a cat. Not as tough as you like to act, huh?”

“What can I say, I have a soft spot for adorable things that could kill me if they wanted to,” he said while pulled you closer to him.

“I would never! And neither would Freddie!” You playfully pushed away from him. “But this might,” you said pulling your phone out of your pocket and playing back the video you had recorded of Dean singing to the cat.

Dean reached to grab your phone, but you were too quick and started running down the hall yelling “Hey Sam! Sam! How badly do you think this will kill Dean’s reputation?”

“Damnit Y/N! You better not share that with anyone,” Dean said running to the door, but he could hear you and Sam laughing in the kitchen already and knew it was too late. Freddie looked up at him, meowed, and reached upwards indicating that he wanted to be held. Dean picked him up and scratched him under the chin. “At least you still respect me, huh boy?” Freddie just closed his eyes and purred.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural one shot #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester one shot #dean x reader #dean x you #dean x y/n #cats #kitten #spn #spnfandom #spn fanfic

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bylethstimewheel · 7 years

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Skyscraper Labyrinth Part 5

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Mae ran alongside the ocean thinking of everything she had experienced in the last year of her life. It felt like the last year because she had spent months in Zenith. There are so many things I would have to do if i ever wanted to go back there. I mean, if there was a way to keep coming back here, which is what i wanted to find out... She growled as she ran on the newly built boardwalk, the sun rising high over her right shoulder. “Why do these things happen to me?” She kept telling herself to forget about it. The point of coming all the way down to the beach to exercise was that she could take in the unusual scenery and get her mind off all that craziness. but it wasn’t working.

“He said to get him in four weeks and it has been four weeks and one day.” Sharena was screaming. “There is no need to scream, I’m sure he’ll hear enough of it when he comes back to the castle,” Anna commented. “Do you think it will work?” Sharena lowered her voice. “Well, the flaw with our plan is that we had no way of knowing. But that couldn’t be helped.”

The two women were now at the place where the portal had been opened. “But i don’t understand we-” “Well it looks like finally something didn’t work for you!” a familiar voice spoke from behind Anna. “Veronica!” Anna was surprised to see the young princess there. “All I had to do was close that portal,” she laughed, “you kept begging me to close portals, well, here you go.” “Ugh you brat! I will open this portal again and i will get my brother back!” “Well I’ll just close it again before you do.” Veronica shrugged. “Why would you do this?” Anna asked her. “Well my life is a lot easier when I don’t have to deal with all of you at once.” “Veronica why can’t you just grow up?” Sharena yelled with anger. “Well then, look at who’s talking. Fear of fighting me on your own is pretty childish if you ask me.” She laughed. “How did you even know about this?” Anna asked, placing her hand on Sharena’s shoulder. “You brat! I will fight you alright!” Sharena pushed Anna away and began walking towards Veronica when the relic suddenly changed.

There was a white glow and Anna was hopeful. “What’s going on?” Veronica stepped back. “It looks like-” Anna was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a familiar face. “Mae!” Sharena ran over to the girl who was kneeling on the floor gasping for air. “Are you ok? Where’s Alfonse?” Sharena grabbed the girl’s shoulders. “Alfonse?” Mae was panting, “I was just jogging alongside the boardwalk, I... I have no idea why or how I ended up back here.” she went to drink from the water bottle she was supposed to be holding when Sharena grabbed at her. “My brother went to find you! Where did he go?” “Stop!” Mae pushed her away.” I don’t know!” Mae exclaimed,

“AND WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU LET HIM DO THAT?” The summoner screamed after being filled in on the plan. “NONE OF YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MY WORLD DO YOU REALIZE HOW DANGEROUS IT IS FOR HIM TO BE THERE ON HIS OWN?” Mae paced back and forth, ignoring Veronica. “I honestly thought that closing that portal would help me get rid of both of you.” Veronica sighed, “yet here I am with the original problem, and no way of getting the prince back... oops” she laughed. “Don’t you dare!” Sharena stepped closer to her. “Don’t make me skin you alive!” Mae glared and everyone looked at her. “WHAT?” Mae blurter out, “you’ve never seen an angry person before?! You are all a bunch of idiots!” “We just wanted you back,” Anna matched her tone, “if you can’t appreciate the effort that was made FOR YOU, then you can go back right now!” Mae looked back at her. “You heard me,” Anna’s arms were folded and her eyes were set on thee summoner. “I’m sorry,” Mae said after a long silence, “I’m just... scared, I don’t know how I even went back to my home, how I got back here, or how to get Alfonse back.” Sharena was pulling her own hair. “This is how we’re gonna get him back!” she grabbed Mae again, “you and I are going back through that portal right now, and we’re going to get him back.” “It would be a shame if I didn’t let you.” Veronica smirked. “Oh you wil!” Mae and Sharena yelled in unison.

“I’m sorry I was so rude to you back there Mae, I just... It’s been four weeks since I last saw my brother, and you’re right, it’s scary to think of him on his own but... I kinda made him do it.” Sharena was now sobbing. “How so?” Mae held on to her. “He was the one to suggest that we find a way to your world. I was on board, and I pushed him to make all the necessary preparations, he obviously had second thoughts, i could tell, but... I offered to go but he said no because-” “No, you by yourself would be even scarier,” Mae hugged the princess tightly.

“I can’t believe that brat wanted a fight in a situation like this, I’m glad she learned her lesson.” Anna was standing next to them. “Listen both of you,” she began, “if I send you back, can you find him?” “Yes.” Mae was confident this time. “You have a day.” “Anna, that’s like two hours in my world, maybe less.” Mae explained. “So you mean my brother hasn’t been suffering alone in a cold cave for a month?” “He’s definitely not in a cave,” Mae stated, “but he’s probably cold and hungry.” “Well I can’t give you a year to find him!” Anna said. “A week?’ Mae hesitated. “Three days.” Anna said, but she was going to give the girl another week. “What about me?” Sharena protested. “Won’t your mother worry if both of her children disappear into another world?” Mae asked. “Don’t tell me what to do! I just want to see my brother!” Sharena let out a tear. Mae hesitated. She knew how Sharena felt, but her point remained valid. the girl had no guarantee that she would be able to find Alfonse in a week in this world, she couldn’t afford to be responsible for the disappearance of two royals for the same kingdom. “Mae please!” Sharena was holding her arm. “Get yourself together Sharena!” Anna said coldly. “STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO! I have always listened to you but not now!” Everyone was shocked at her sudden outburst.

“Sharena,” Mae broke the silence.”I’m going to tell you how to find me.” Mae looked around. “you mean you don’t want me to go with you either? why?” “I...don’t want your parents to hate me for causing both of you to disappear in my world and-” “I WILL BE WITH YOU!” Sharena’s anger resonated. “I won’t go finding you on my own if you don’t come back when you promised. i will go with you and make sure you do!” “But-” “Who did Alfonse say was in charge when he left?” Sharena wa looking at Anna. “You.” “Exactly! I am going with her and WE are bringing my brother back!” Sharena pulled Mae’s arm. “Why are you angry?” Mae asked. “Because I am tired of EVERYONE!” She took a deep breath, “I’m tired of everyone telling me to sit idly and watch the days go by without my brother and you know what? Maybe I DON’T WANT TO! MAYBE I HAVE FEELINGS TOO!” Sharena was screaming into Mae’s ear. “I didn’t know you felt-” Mae was interrupted by the raging princess. “You never asked! no one ever asks us anything they just expect us to do things! Alfonse was lucky he got to go and even then do you know how angry everyone here is at him? and it’s all YOUR FAULT! Then there was Zacharias, DO I NEED TO REMIND YOU ABOUT ZACHARIAS Did you already forget? Is that how much you cared?” “Sharena calm down,” Anna placed a hand on Sharena’s shoulder, “she didn’t tell him to go after her.” “She should have never left!” “Mae, do you have family in your world?” Anna asked her. Sharena was suddenly overcome by guilt. “I do,” Mae answered and turned her back to the two women. “It’s ok if Sharena comes with me,” Mae said after a short pause, “I realize it was insensitive of me to not think about how you were feeling.” Mae turned to face the princess again, “we’ll find him and come back.”

Alfonse continued to walk aimlessly around as the night became morning. He suddenly lost his balance and bumped into a person he had failed to notice. “What’s your problem man?” the stranger demanded, pushing Alfonse into a lamp post. “I’m sorry,” the blue haired man said looking down at the stranger’s feet. “What’s your problem huh?” the man asked again and pushed the boy into the hard concrete sidewalk. “Hey stop!” the stranger’s companion begged. the stranger kicked him but he said nothing this time. “Stop! he’s not even fighting back!” the second person said, it sounded like a woman but Alfonse could not tell through the hood. “Pussy!” the man said kicking Alfonse a second time, “he ain’t even got nothing on him!” As the pair of strangers left Alfonse lay down on the wet sidewalk, the world spinning around him. Before he didn’t have the strength to walk straight, now he couldn’t even stand up. “Mae... why did I have to come back looking for you... are you really worth all of this?”He closed his eyes and allowed his thoughts to drown in the sound of sirens.

“Your world is pretty overwhelming,” Sharena said as they ran up a set of slippery stairs. “It must be for someone like you yes,” Mae said holding a heavy glass door open for Sharena. “How do people not break glass doors?” “It’s a miracle,” Mae laughed, “Hi! I’d like to report my friend, he’s missing,” Sharena watched Mae speak to the person on the counter, she described her brother in great detail and the woman took note. After a brief exchange Sharena could not hear Mae walked away from the counter and gestured for Sharena to follow. “So how are we going to find him? Why did you talk to that woman for?” “I told her he was missing. That will get the police looking for him. Kind of like having the Order look for someone in your world.” Mae couldn’t think of a better way to describe it. “So police are like heroes!” Sharena put up a cheerful facade. “To some people yes, i mean they try.” Mae said opening another door for Sharena, “let’s go get coffee.

As they walked down the street under a morning drizzle, they could hear vibrating sounds around them. “What’s that noise?” Sharena asked as she watched the early birds walking by them pull out their phones. “Missing person alert,” Mae smiled and showed her phone to the princess. The first word under “missing persons Alert” was her brother’s name. “You’re telling me every person who has a phone got this?” “Yes,” Mae smiled. “Wow! the heroes here are VERY quick!” Sharena seemed happier. “Well, I told them he’s been missing for over 72 hours, and I kind of... lied about his mental health... but PLEASE DON’T TELL HIM SHARENA!” Mae held on to her arm. “Why would you lie about his- his what?” “I thought about how we don’t have too much time to find him, so i kind of exaggerated the situation a bit so that they would send the alert soon.” Mae was embarrassed, “If someone like me went missing, they probably wouldn’t send the damn alert until like...tonight.” “Ok, I’ll forget you lied about my brother but what if they try to hurt him or something when they find him?” “That won’t happen,” Mae immediately began to go through all the bad things her plan could cause and regretted lying about him. God please just let me find him first!

“Sir?” Alfonse heard a stranger’s voice and felt a tap on his shoulder. “Are you alright sir?” a second voice asked. He opened his eyes to find two people kneeling next to him, one of them had a small box next to them. “That’s him yes!” he could hear a familiar voice in the distance. Alfonse tried to sit up but was stopped by one of the two people, “easy,” “Hey!” He saw Mae kneel down next to the stranger with the box, Sharena appeared behind her. “Sharena?” he mumbled. “I’m right here,” she smiled. “He’s your brother right?” one of the two strangers asked Mae. “My cousin,” she answered, “Ok I’m gonna need to take down his information,” one of them said, Mae froze. “W-Why?” Mae asked. “Well we need someone’s contact info for the bill, and if he has insurance and- what do you mean why?” the stranger asked looking straight at Mae. “I’m sorry i’m just...it’s early and...” she sighed and gave the people her contact information. “I’ll take care of it, it’s my fault he got lost.” Mae said. “Alright,” the person said with hesitation and went back in the ambulance. “Get him food and he should be fine,” the person holding the box said. “We will, thank you for everything!” Mae said waving goodbye as Alfonse and Sharena walked in the opposite direction.

“That went a lot smoother than I thought it would..” Mae whispered as she sat with the siblings at a coffee shop inside Penn Station. “This place is so noisy!” Sharena complained, ignoring Mae’s comment. Everyone was happy that they were reunited, but Mae worried about all of this as they ate. “How are you feeling?” Sharena asked her brother. “I think I’m okay yes,” his voice was weak and barely audible. “We;ll be home soon,” Mae informed them.

“Mae are you sure he’s going to be ok?” Sharena asked as she sat by the foot of the queen sized bed. “Yeah, those people said he just needed to rest” Mae said, her back turned to the girl. “Is that your closet?” Sharena was watching her now. “Yeah, i’m looking for something,” Mae turned around and handed purple pajamas to the girl, “I hope they fit.” she smiled. “Is this what people wear to bed?” Sharena looked at the thin straps and shorts and giggled, “I’m sure my brother would like to see you in these,” “Excuse me?” Mae tried to sound offended but she couldn’t even look at Sharena, “Give me that!” Mae pulled the shorts from Sharena’s hand ad handed her black sweatpants. “I see you liked my idea,” Sharena teased. “I did not!” Mae’s loud voice made Alfonse stir. “I hate you,” Mae walked out of the room, her cheeks were on fire.

“He’s fine!” Sharena followed the summoner out of the bedroom. “Oh good,” Mae didn’t look at her. “Thank you so much for letting us stay at your small place,” Sharena was serious this time. “You’re welcome,” Mae was still not looking at her. “I’m sorry about teasing you, i just...” Sharena began, “I just thought that you... you probably mean a lot to him if he went through all that for you.” “I...see,” Mae’s cheeks were still red. “Mae, you don’t understand how much we missed you,” Sharena’s eyes were on the girl. “And you don’t know how bad I feel about disappearing like that but... I really don’t know how that happened, and you must know...I, I’m just a simple girl, I don’t know how to get back to your world without being summoned into it.” Mae turned to look at Sharena, “Please don’t hate me!” “We don’t hate you,” Sharena placed an arm around Mae’s shoulder, “if we did we wouldn’t be here.” Mae hugged Sharena and apologized two more times for good measure. The host boiled tea for two and they stayed up talking until snow began to fall,

So I wrote this while my sister was being annoying, so I apologize for the quality of this piece. There is only one more left.

I debated for a while on how they were going to find him, but then I decided this was just a short fic and I could get away with one of those things where people are just nice and don’t act too many questions.

Finding him was the reason why this took so long to write. I was gonna have him do something completely different and there was one point where i even split this in two different timelines so it would have tow different endings and then I just decided that this was easier.

Alfonse was found in the early morning when the sky’s beginning to light up so that’s why they went to a coffee shop(breakfast time!)

They are having a lazy day at Mae’s apartment.

#fire emblem #fire emblem fanfiction #fire emblem heroes #alfonse #sharena #fire emblem sharena #fire emblem alfonse #summoner #fire emblem summoner #skyscraper labyrinth #nohrdragonprince #fe heroes #fe h

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