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vbecker10 · 2 years

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please please please, could you make write loki one shot with pure angst, like heart-aching angst, maybe guilt feelings or something, with minor comfort in the end. my life had been numb lately, I need to feel something. (and would you mind if you put me in your loki taglist, I would really appreciate it if you did 🙏)

Hey @lokidbadguy! I'm sorry you're feeling like this, I hope this helps. I tried to make it as angsty as possible.

You Don't Trust Me?

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: arguing, angst, feelings of guilt, controlling boyfriend, accusations of cheating, fighting, no happy ending

Summary: Loki is furious when he finds out you are still hanging out with Bucky despite him telling you he didn't want you to. You push back, telling him he can't control who you speak to which leads to a heated argument and Loki saying something he will regret. He tries to apologize that night but when he finds you, you aren't alone.

"I told you, I do not want you alone with him," Loki says loudly as he slams the door to his apartment.

You walk to the middle of his living area, then turn to face him with your arms crossed. Loki was furious after finding you watching a movie in the common area with Bucky.

"You can't tell me who I can and can't be friends with," you argue back. He walks towards you angrily but you don't move, for better or worse you've decided this is the last time you are having this argument with Loki.

"Why can't you just do this one thing that I ask of you?" Loki demands to know.

"Because you never asked, you ordered," you say back and he rolls his eyes. "I'm not some servant in the palace that you can just give commands to. I'm your girlfriend Loki."

"Are you sure you would not prefer to be his girlfriend?" he asks in a harsh tone and you feel like screaming.

"Ugh! We've been over this a dozen times, Bucky and I are just friends," you tell him. "We went on one date over a year ago. I didn't even know you then," you remind him.

"I've seen the way he looks at you, the way he makes excuses to touch you," he says as he stands directly in front of you. "He wants to be more than your friend, Y/N, and you are a fool to keep pretending otherwise," he adds.

"Don't call me a fool," you say angrily.

"Then do not act like one," he counters.

"I'm not!" you say loudly. "It's not my fault you don't know what it's like to have friends," you say and Loki clenches his jaw.

He takes a step back and steadies himself with a deep breath before he says, "I will say this one last time Y/N... you can have friends but I do not want you to spend time alone with Barnes."

You put your hands over your face in frustration and sit heavily on the couch. You fight back tears but you can't let the argument end here. You need Loki to understand that your friendship with Bucky wasn't a threat to him.

You look up, wiping your eyes and see him walking towards his bedroom. "Loki..." you say, your voice breaking. He pauses at his doorway, one hand gripping the door frame. He doesn't turn to face you but he stands there, waiting for you to continue.

"We've been together almost 9 months and we've had this argument so many times," you say, he still doesn't turn but you can see him nod in agreement.

You stand up and play with your fingers nervously. "Loki, listen to me, please," you plead and he looks at you over his shoulder before finally turning to face you.

"Bucky is just a friend, nothing more. He isn't interested in me and even if he was it wouldn't matter to me. I don't want to be with him or anyone else," you tell him, walking slowly towards him as he keeps his eyes on you.

You take a deep breath and say, "I love you, Loki. I would never cheat on you or betray you. I don't want to ever hurt you..." you wipe away your tears again and ask, "Don't you trust me?"

Without a moments hesitation Loki answers, "No."

"No...?" you ask, taking a step backwards in shock. He looks away from you and you can feel your heart breaking in an instant. "You don't... you don't trust me?"

He turns away from you, walks into his bedroom and closes the door without another word. Unable to move, you stand in the middle of his living area, feeling your tears flowing freely down your cheeks. Your world has just been shattered by one word but you refuse to believe that's true.

You slowly take a step forward then another and another until you are inches from his door. You knock lightly and say, "Loki, please," but there is no answer.

You take a step back then close your eyes tightly as you come to the realization that your relationship is over.

You walk through the living area, pausing for a moment when you see a picture on the end table. You pick up the photo of you and Loki smiling, he stands behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist. You touch the picture lightly, remembering that day at the boardwalk several months ago.

You had spent all day there, showing him the boardwalk games and all the different types of food. When the sun began to set, you went down to the beach and walked along the water. You felt him watching you as you looked up at the full moon and when you looked back at him he smiled. He pulled you close to him, one hand on your lower back as his other hand stroked your cheek lightly. He leaned down and kissed you softly before telling you he loved you for the first time.

You could still feel his arms holding you and it was suddenly too much. How could this be how it ends, you think to yourself. How could Loki say he loved you if he never trusted you? You had never done anything to break his trust, you were always honest and faithful to him. Your sadness begins to mix with anger as you throw the picture frame against the wall.

You walk quickly from the apartment and slam the door shut.

"Y/N, what happened?" Bucky asks as he opens his door. You are unable to answer him as you cry uncontrollably.

"Come in," he urges, taking a step back so you can enter. You walk in and take a seat on the end of his couch. You pick up one of his pillows and hold it against yourself tightly, burying your face in it.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Did Loki... did he hurt you?" he asks, his voice full of worry. The last time Bucky had seen you, Loki had demanded you go with him to his apartment.

You shake your head no but you still can't answer him. He sits next to you, putting his metal arm around you. "Take a deep breath and tell me what happened," he says in a calm voice.

You nod then close your eyes, taking a deep breath. You slowly tell Bucky about the fight you and Loki had and he listens in silence.

"I'm so sorry Y/N," he says when you finish.

"Its not your fault," you say quietly as he hands you a tissue.

"It feels like it is. I didn't want to come between you and Loki, I know how much you love him," he says and you know he means it.

"I think you were just his excuse," you tell him. Before you can tell him what you mean there is a loud knock on his door and you know exactly who it is.

You shake your head and hold the pillow tighter. Bucky gets up to answer the door, opening it only half way.

"Is she here?" Loki asks and Bucky doesn't answer. "She's not in her room, I just want to make sure she's alright," he says and you hear the concern in his voice.

"She's not alright," Bucky says without moving from the doorway. He crosses his arms, "You should leave, she doesn't want to talk to you."

"I need to speak with her," Loki says, his voice lower this time.

"I told you, she doesn't want to talk to you," he repeats.

There is a pause then you hear Loki say, "Please Barnes, I just need a moment. I don't want to lose her."

Bucky turns towards you as if asking if he should let Loki in. You wipe your eyes and nod. Bucky takes a step back and let's Loki into his apartment before closing the door. Bucky sits next to you protectively and Loki stands in front of you. He doesn't look at you, he keeps his eyes fixed on the floor in front of him while he fidgets with his fingers.

He stands there silently and it takes everything in you not to jump off the couch and hug him. You want to forgive him and tell him you love him but you keep hearing the word 'no' echo in your mind. He doesn't trust you, your mind says over and over.

You sit up, keeping the pillow on your lap and you say, "You wanted to talk... fine. I'll go first."

He nods quietly, waiting for you to speak.

"You don't love me Loki," you say and he looks up slowly, his eyes full of tears. He shakes his head and take a step towards you. "How could you possibly love me if you can't trust me?"

"Y/N..." he says and you can see how hurt he is. "I do love you, more than anything but I... everyone I have ever trusted lied to me and betrayed me."

"But I never did," you tell him as you stand up. "The only thing I did was refuse to let you ruin a friendship I've had for three years because of one date before you and I met."

Loki looks from you to Bucky and back to you. "I know..." he says, "I know that I should have trusted you. I never meant to push you away from me this way. I was afraid you would leave me and now you will."

You stand in front of Loki and gently take one of his hands in yours. He wipes away the tears running down your cheek. "Loki," you say quietly. "I don't want to end this but... I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me."

He shakes his head and you feel your heart breaking all over again. "I love you and I don't want to hurt you, I never wanted to hurt you," you tell him.

"Please don't do this," Loki says, you can hear his voice shaking.

You let go of his hands and take a step back, "You did this Loki."

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hom3land3r · 1 year

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("Villian Annon")

*irritated and flustered, now more serious*

My dear boy... *Chuckles* you really are something... *Sighs...* Well your father warned me you'd disappoint me... I must say... I am... I expected better manners from you.. talking to me that way, "get off your dick" hmmm. How ironic when so many women and men want to be on it... You do realize your little PA Ashley has kept secrets from you... Queen Maeve survived her fall from your father's power and is now running off happily ever after with her girlfriend. Starlight has now joined your enemies and everyone is plotting your death... Sure you have a crowd of people at your back now. But they too will eventually turn on you. You'll have no one... You don't get it do you? I've been testing the waters with you, seeing how you think and I can safely say that while I truly am impressed with your ability to hold back splitting me in half in three seconds, you obviously don't have control over everything... I'm here to help you, not push against you... But instead of having incompetent people who can't even find their own dickholes like The Deep, Or A Train you can have someone who actually knows what the fuck is going on... I know about Noir... Shame... He was... Truly worth having around but I understand your reasoning to dispose of his failed loyalty... But me?... I can be your little bird... You can't be everywhere at once all of time.. look at how much you've missed already... Let me be your bird... Your little spy.. I won't disappoint... I won't hold anything from you... I won't fail loyalty...

…Seriously, who put you up to this?

Say I believe a single goddamn word you’ve said, how the fuck do you know? Hm? Where’s your source? And how did you know my father? If you think for one second I’m going to immediately trust you just because you know some shit, you’re mistaken.

Trust is earned, not given. I’d have you jump through half a dozen hoops and more before I even considered trusting you. You told me yourself you wanted to be my “supervillain” and yet here you are now wanting to be what…partners in crime?! Please. I don’t need you or anyone. If I’ve learned anything lately, it’s that I’m much better on my own.

What, you don’t think I’m aware that Maeve survived? That I don’t have cameras everywhere? Ashley’s computer monitored? I saw the footage. I know Maeve is alive. But right now I’ve got bigger things to worry about than her. She’s fucking useless now anyway without her powers.

And frankly, I don’t give a shit how you think I’m handling things. I wasn’t aware I’d even asked for your opinion. So until I do…

Zip it.

#homelander #ask homelander #the boys tv #the boys amazon #the boys series #the boys

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justtogetthrough · 2 years

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I still can't get over my therapy session yesterday. In the span of one hour we hit on so many painful truths I don't let myself face. It's continuing to be a mindfuck. Every time I started crying she guided me back to stability and that's honestly one of my big tests for therapists - how they help me through the most triggering and most sensitive stuff. Perhaps the most expert therapist I've ever seen (I've seen 20+ over my life) told me that tears mean the topic is too raw and you can't productively work through an issue if it's intense enough to make you cry. It needs to be approached differently - a good therapist can find an "in" without escalating the client to the point of crying. I was like hmm yeah that makes sense. And now it's my benchmark but also I don't broach topics that sensitive until there's a lot of trust there. I've been seeing this therapist since December? 7 months in and we're now starting to get to some of my painful stuff. It was the first I've cried with her and she handled it exactly the way I would expect a very competent therapist to and I'm pleased because oh god do I have shit to process that I've been sitting on for a really long time it seems.

I can't get over how skilled and well-matched this therapist is for me. She was one of almost a dozen therapists I reached out to from a Google search after a near suicide attempt and taking myself to hospital. She was the 3rd or 4th one I booked a session with after doing screening calls with a rundown of my profile to see if they were up for the challenge (some werent lawl). The comfort was instantaneous and at a level not experienced in my other intro sessions with people where it felt forced and weird and I was like idk what to talk about to get this started and they don't seem to know either.

I also like this therapist because when I deflected on a really big topic last week she let me but at the end she was like uuum we should really circle back to that. It's important. I was like *smirk* ya ok bye see you next week! And then yesterday she started with her usual so, how are things. And I recapped my week and my stress and how much things suck. AND THEN SHE CIRCLED US BACK. And it was so connected to all the shitty things that had happened this week it turns out and it was so connected to my overarching struggles and I was like wow I've had a lot of therapists suggest we talk about stuff but I won't let it happen that easily and then they let me just direct everything and half my problem is I don't deal with some of my major problems. So this woman legit let me get off my chest what I needed to and then took the lead in what we should talk about AND she kept the whole conversation under control and it's like damn, she's good.

I am not an easy client because a) I'm stubborn, which is frustrating for people, b) I have an insane amount of insight and yet continue to behave in maladaptive ways AND defend my maladaptive behaviour endlessly, which is frustrating for people (and very repetitive and exhausting), and c) I work in social services and am highly educated in the field of mental health and a lot of therapists don't know how to work with that for whatever reason, which seems to make people feel a little helpless and insecure and that in no way makes me feel safe to share things. So I've developed a screening process before I even meet with people lol where I give them a rundown of these factors, my laundry list of diagnoses, and all the treatments I have done and that clearly haven't worked, to see if they're brave enough for the challenge. And I'm pretty sure this therapist responded with excitement. That's the kind of nerdiness for what you do that I need lol and honestly in every session she really does rise to the occasion and I can see her piecing me together like a puzzle and it's like yes. This is what I need. Someone who sees how complicated and stupid this is but is intrigued and driven to find a solution.

Anyway I like my therapist a lot and it's good because I have some big shit to work through lawl

(There's still 2 hours until I can go to bed uuuggghhhh)

#ever since i quit with my last therapist i didnt wanna find someone new bc i didnt wanna start from scratch again #it felt like too much work to catch someone up whereas my previous one already KNEW. and he was there for many years of it in real time.#but we had a big falling out and i dont ever want to see him again so returning to him after a break wasnt possible. my trust is broken #turns out there really is a lot to gain from fresh eyes and a different skill set #and theres a lot of therapeutic value in retelling parts of my story from the perspective of who i am now and not me at 24 #idk ive seen a lot of shitty therapists. ive seen good therapists who couldnt help me either tbh #i am the reason i wont consider a career in mental healthcare. if i had a me show up id rage quit very quickly #it takes a lot of patience to work with me lol n the worst part is i know it and ill acknowledge it and then i still wont try to change lol #personal

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angellesword · 3 years

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SAVE ME | KTH (14)

Summary: You were determined to kill yourself, but what would happen when instead of ending your life, you ended up summoning the devil of death?

Alternatively:

The Devil: I’m here to ruin you, I’m here to save you.

Genre: Demon au, e2l, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Devil!Taehyung x Doctor!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: stabbing (this is the last time promise) kissing, oral sex (m. receiving.)

Note: Guys if you can, please listen to Samson by Regina Spektor while reading this update.

SERIES: CHAPTER 13 | FINAL CHAPTER (15)

"No. It's not enough."

His response was like a broken record, it kept playing inside your head.

It was too much—too painful.

You had to leave now. You had to leave before your tears started to fall.

It was too late.

Hot tears cascaded down your face as you pushed him away, refusing to be caged any longer.

You didn't know if he saw you cry.

Maybe he did.

Maybe that's the reason why he tried to stop you from leaving.

"It will never be enough." He paused for a second just to swallow thickly, "because kissing you isn't greed in the first place."

It worked.

You halted your steps, slowly turning to face him.

When you looked at him a few breaths ago, you felt like you were being burnt.

You even turned into ashes.

However, that feeling changed when he brought out his phone. He was talking to his virtual assistant while looking directly at you.

"Hey PD-nim," he started.

You and Taehyung were only five feet away from each other.

"What does it mean when someone is always in your thoughts? When you're sad when she's sad? When you have this...strong desire to touch her—no." He shook his head as if the last thing he uttered was completely wrong.

"I mean...it's fine if I can't always hug her or hold her hand. I guess I just want to be near her...to feel the comfort and warmth she's emitting,"

Taehyung chuckled lightly. His smile was big, eyes crinkling.

"I also want to stay alive," his eyes suddenly darkened, causing your heart to sink.

"It's not because I want to save myself..."

You felt like you couldn't breathe as you waited for the next words he's about to say.

"But because I want to protect her."

Again, you turned into ashes—

"I'm one hundred percent sure that feeling is called love," the virtual assistant answered.

—but like a phoenix, you rose again.

"You are in love with her."

Taehyung wasted no time when he heard PD-nim's response.

He closed the gap between you two. The fire in his eyes was scorching, it was the only thing that could melt your cold, cold heart.

"Our first kiss doesn't mean greed," Taehyung cupped both of your cheeks.

He was done pretending. He was done trying to be logical.

It was time to admit the truth.

"It means love."

When he said this, you felt like the missing piece of the puzzle was finally found, completing the gap in your heart.

Everything made sense now.

Taehyung still needed to tempt people because he didn't satisfy his capital vice in the first place.

Greed was a sin.

Loving you was redemption.

Unfortunately, he couldn't be saved by the love he felt for you.

Love was a good thing and Taehyung was evil.

His sole purpose in this world was to spread hatred and bitter meanings.

He wouldn't survive by doing good deeds.

"Y-You know..." Of course you would stutter just as when you thought you could finally voice out what you felt.

Regardless of this, you still tried to speak.

"I was hesitating to tell you how I feel about you." You weren't lying.

When you realized what Taehyung had done to the girl at the flower shop, you thought that maybe you made a mistake.

Perhaps you didn't have feelings for him. Maybe you were just caught up with how perfect his mouth felt when it was crashing against yours, or maybe, just maybe, you were deceived by him again.

You were in denial.

You knew you weren't perfect. You had hurt so many people before—even now.

But it was all unintentional.

Taehyung was the only one who hurt people deliberately.

You hated this about him.

But as said, his confession changed your mindset.

Some people were forced to do things they didn't want to do because they needed to survive.

You knew this all along; however, you didn't fully understand it.

The missing puzzle you were talking about was what made you understand.

Some people were forced to do things they didn't want to do because they needed to survive, and that's okay. We just have to find grace with our decision.

"But you made it so easy, you know?" You weren't stuttering anymore. You even found the courage to also caress his cheeks.

Taehyung closed his eyes, relishing your soft touch.

"How can I deny my own feelings when the one who isn't supposed to feel anything sincerely admitted what he feels for me?"

Taehyung pouted his lips.

"I've been in this world since the beginning of time, love." He was saying that he saw how things started and ended.

He knew that the main reason why people were miserable was because they refused to accept things as they were.

They lied, always underestimating or overestimating things.

Taehyung didn't want to repeat the mistakes of people. He rather named his emotions than lose you for not doing it when he had the chance.

"I asked this device—" he raised his phone in the air "—to tell you how I feel because I thought you won't believe a devil like me."

You nodded in understanding. You were blinded by anger just a short while ago.

You really believed that he wanted to hurt people for fun.

"But I do, okay? I do love you and it scares me."

You could see in his eyes that he was truly frightened.

You bit your lip, allowing him to explain further.

"I'm not scared of loving you even if it's new to me. What frightens me is your reaction. I-I have no idea if you're going to accept me..."

It hurt when he looked away from you.

"Tae, listen to me..." You gently grabbed his chin, urging him to look at you.

"We're both scared. As in hella terrified." You laughed as you told him that Ji-hyo was actually the one who convinced you to talk to him.

Your best friend claimed that running away wouldn't do you any good, but for you, running away from your problem was easier. You could play thousands of scenarios inside your head, wondering what could have been if you only confronted him.

Facing your problem was the complete opposite of this. When you confronted him, there would only be one answer.

The answer was final. It couldn't be twisted. You wouldn't be allowed to imagine scenarios in your head because you already knew the right answer.

You wouldn't be able to escape it even if you wanted to. At least with the thousand scenarios, you could still change it if it turned out that you didn't like how it was playing inside your fucked up head.

But you were glad.

You were glad that you decided to face your dilemma.

You were glad that you were now nodding your head as Taehyung asked if he could kiss you.

"You don't have to ask, silly." You grabbed his face, initiating the kiss.

Taehyung giggled in between the intimate act.

He liked this feeling better. He liked kissing you in this narrow alley. He liked kissing you now that he was free.

The only thing he didn't like was when the counter pager inside your pocket buzzed, indicating that the dumplings you ordered were now ready to be picked up.

"Damn," Taehyung's nose wrinkled right after you pulled away from the kiss. "I wanna keep kissing you."

He was acting like a child, making you laugh.

"You can kiss me later." You winked at him as you pulled him towards the dumpling store.

You and Taehyung ended up eating one dozens of mandu while watching some boring netflix show.

You called it boring since you weren't really paying attention. Your mind (and heart) were busy fooling around with Taehyung.

"You feel so good," Taehyung grunted, eyes darkening as he watched you suck him off.

You were kneeling between his legs, looking so sexy and small. He swore his hard cock was bigger than your face.

You enjoyed rubbing it on your cheek before wrapping your tiny hands around his shaft.

You gave him a few pumps before taking him in your sweet, sweet mouth.

Taehyung kept his hands at the back of his head, allowing you to take control.

This was already so difficult for him. Touching you would only drive him crazy.

Joke's on him because he was already crazy. God. You were amazing. His stomach was contracting when you pressed the flat of your tongue over his tip, gathering his precum until it stained your mouth.

You sank your mouth down his full length, not stopping until your forehead hit his pelvis.

Taehyung's head fell back against the couch. You wanted to focus on his pretty face, but the tears in your eyes made it hard.

"Ah,"

Your pretty moans were what pushed him over the edge. He exploded in your mouth without a warning.

"You're lucky I can swallow," you chortled, attempting to wipe the remnant of his load on the corner of your mouth.

Taehyung grabbed your face lightly, stopping you from doing so.

He leaned closer to kiss you, tasting himself as he whispered "Wanna make you feel good too..."

Taehyung scooped you up, making you sit on his lap.

"Please," he kissed the base of your throat while you grind on his cock.

You shook your head.

"This all about you, Tae..." Your words were in contrast to what you really felt. Taehyung could feel how wet you were through your soaked underwear.

You wanted this. You wanted him so much. This wasn't about you. He was the one who deserved to feel good. He had been through a lot.

"Trust me, baby. I'm on cloud nine right now," the corner of his mouth quirked up before sucking bruises on your neck.

"R-Really," you whimpered, running your hands through his soft locks. "Is that why I'm on cloud nine too?"

You remembered your conversation with him from almost a year ago. His life was connected to yours and vice versa. You couldn't breathe when he was mad, and now that the pleasure was overwhelming him, you felt really good as well.

What he felt, you felt too. Taehyung froze upon remembering this.

"What's the matter?" The lust consuming you instantly boiled down to confusion.

Why did the devil look like something epic just hit him right in the face?

"I meant this in the sweetest way possible," Taehyung touched your back.

The scissors tattooed on your shoulder blade materialized in front of him. He was spent. He couldn't use his power after this anymore.

Taehyung was holding the black scissors now.

"Can you please stab yourself?"

The normal reaction should be to freak out—to get mad. However things were different today.

You understood what he meant.

He was testing a theory.

And so you participated.

Heaving a deep sigh, you stabbed your palm using the scissors.

You yelped in pain.

Taehyung held you, kissing your forehead.

It hurt. It hurt a lot.

But you didn't know what hurt the most.

Was it your injured hand? Or was it the fact that Taehyung's palm wasn't bleeding like yours?

It only meant one thing.

"Our lives aren't connected anymore." He confirmed what you already knew.

You were aware that you should be rejoicing. You were finally free. He was finally free.

"I can go back to hell now..."

There was no reason for him to stay here. He simply went to the world of the living to protect you and to tempt people. Doing the latter only took a short period of time.

Taehyung always went back to hell right after corrupting the minds of humans.

In hell, he was safe.

If he was there, he wouldn't have to tempt innocent people just to survive. Hell was his home, it was where his powers became stronger.

"Yeah," your response was too late.

Silence was engulfing you for quite some time now. You were in a state of shock when he said that he could go back to hell any moment from now.

He had no reason to be with you.

"I have all the reason to be with you," but Taehyung believed otherwise.

He didn't want to leave you alone. He just admitted he loved you. He couldn't love you and then decided to leave you.

"Don't be silly, Tae." You buried your face in his chest so that he couldn't see the tears forming in your eyes.

"You have to go. You served your purpose already. You save me,"

You were no longer suicidal. You felt a lot better now. His presence helped you a lot. He made you realize so many things.

"The best thing to do is to leave me."

"But it's not the right thing to do..." His jaw tensed as he embraced you.

"I don't want you to die, Tae." You hugged him back. "I can't let my selfishness become your downfall."

You are my sweetest downfall. He wanted to say, but he kept his mouth shut.

He didn't want to die too.

Dying meant he wouldn't be able to see you again.

He had to save himself so that he could continue to love you.

Taehyung loved you.

He kissed you once more just to show it to you.

You kissed him back to imply that you also loved him.

The kiss wasn't like the first time. It wasn't the same as the second kiss too.

This time, the kiss felt more intimate, hungrier, hotter...

He kissed you like it was the last time he would be allowed to do so.

"I love you, Taehyung..." You cooed, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He didn't respond. He only kissed you deeper.

He brought you to his bedroom.

You let your bodies talk. The tension and the frustration were released through kissing your complexion.

Taehyung made love to you to make up with the time you lost and the time you would be losing.

He had accepted his fate.

"How does it feel to be there?" You asked as he collapsed beside you.

"In hell?" Taehyung moved closer to you, embracing your naked body.

You nodded.

He was silent for a while, like he found it hard to answer your question.

Moments later, he finally spoke.

"It feels like everything is..." He stared at the white ceiling of the room, "dead."

It was your turn to keep your lips sealed.

Your heart was aching, luckily Taehyung knew the right words to make you feel better.

"But here, I feel alive..."

It was reassuring to think that you were one of the reasons why he felt happy to be here.

But here, I feel alive... you kept repeating these words inside your head until you fell asleep.

You liked to think that you had a good sleep.

But you wished you didn't sleep because when you woke up, he wasn't by your side anymore.

#taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #demon taehyung #devil taehyung #taehyung demon au #taehyung devil au #taehyung roommate #taehyung roommate au #taehyung fantasy au #taehyung fantasy #taehyung x yn #taehyung x you #taehyung x oc #taehyung x reader #ficswithluv #taehyung enemies to lovers #taehyung e2l

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nashibirne · 3 years

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My Best Mistake

This is my first try of a Mike fic and I have to admit I haven't seen Hellraiser: Hellworld yet. So all I think to know about Mike is based on fics, gifs and pictures and maybe it's not that accurate but I hope you're gonna like it.

This one-shot was planned as pure smut and not much more but in the process of writing, it turned out to be something completely different. So Mike's not only managed to surprise my OFC but me too.

So here we go....

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Pairing: Mike x OFC

Summary: Girl meets boy at a bar and he doesn't come up to her expectations.

Warnings: Mentioning of death and sex...a tiny little bit of smut at the end

Unbeta'ed. All mistakes are mine. English is not my first language so please expect bad grammar and spelling

Tags: @hell1129-blog @lunedelorient @willkatfanfromasia @inlovewithhisblueeyes @mis-lil-red @agniavateira

I know he is my next mistake the moment I see him coming through the door. It's not his good looks that tell me he's trouble. Not his tall, muscular body, not the cool clothes -Jeans, plain white T-shirt, black leather jacket-, not this very handsome face with the outstanding blue eyes or the thick, dark curls that invite me to run my hands through his hair. It's the smirk, the smug expression, the sly smile, the cockiness he exudes from every pore. This guy is pure swagger, sex on legs...call it what you want, but I'm hooked on him on first sight and I hate the fact that I'm so attracted to such a player, by the bad boy sex appeal he oozes.

When he enters the bar a group of boys and girls, who are sitting in a corner with cosy sofas and lounge chairs placed around a large round table, start cheering and yelling his name.

MIKE

He greets the guys with fist bumps and winks at the girls. Some of them blush under his gaze but none of them seems to be his girlfriend. When he starts telling his friends something that seems to be a longer story -judging by all the giggling of the girls and the laughter of his mates a very funny one- the whole group hangs on his every word. It's obvious that he loves being the center of attention. He knows how good looking and attractive he is, he knows he's the leader of the pack and he wants every single person in this bar to know it too. The physical reaction of my body to him is ridiculous and pathetic. I call myself a feminist, an emancipated woman but I still want this himbo with the caveman aura with every fibre of my body. I know this is a bad idea, I've had my fair share of trouble with this kind of fuckboys. They think they're the greatest but the sex is usually bad and over much too soon and afterwards they treat you like some kind of slut when in fact they are the man whores.

I look at my mobile to check the time. Where the fuck is Emma. We said we'd meet here at 9, now it's almost 9:30 and she's nowhere to be seen. I text her. "Where are you?"

No reaction. I think about leaving but I decide to give her another 15 minutes. I can't help but watch Mike and his friends again. They seem to have a good time. Lots of fun, lots of alcohol. Two girls are making out passionately and the guys applaud and whistle enthusiastically. This is so cliché-ridden, I roll my eyes.

Mike is sitting on the back of one of the sofas, watching the spectacle with a big grin, taking a sip from a bottle of beer from time to time. After a while he starts scanning the room and that's when our eyes meet. His gaze holds mine and when he gives me a wink and a smirk I know he's interested.

I'm not surprised. I know I'm pretty in a conventional way. The all american girl, long blonde hair, lovely face, great boobs, nice ass. It's nothing I'm proud of because I haven't done anything to achieve it. It was given to me by mother nature or god or genetics or whatever and to be honest I consider my looks quite boring, ordinary and replaceable. There are dozens of girls that look exactly like me. But guys like Mikey over there, they like this average kind of beauty. It's exactly what they want and what they get. He's the jock and I'm the cheerleader. He's the hot college athlete and I'm the queen bee. He's the hunter and I'm the prey. I've played this game many times before and I'm sick of it. It's not what I want. I don't want the jocks anymore. I want a smart guy, an intellectual, a feminist, a sophisticated, grown-up man who's interested in politics, arts, books. But that's not what I get because these guys are interested in the girls with an unconventional beauty, with a remarkable style. They want extraordinary women, smart women, independent women. Not a random bimbo like me.

I flinch when my phone starts to vibrate in my hand. It's Emma calling. Her car broke down and now she's waiting for the breakdown service. She won't make it.

I take a deep breath and try to ignore the guy at the other end of the bar who's been seeking my attention since the moment I've arrived.

I need to pee. I get up and head to the restrooms and I know Mike is watching me. I give him a flirtatious smile when I pass him and his friends and I can feel his gaze on my backside, lingering on my butt and my long legs.

When I return he waits for me. He leans against the bar casually, right beside the barstool with my jacket on it, a lopsided smile on his pretty face.

I know I should grab my things and leave but I don't. There's something about the way he looks me up and down that turns me on. And there's something in his eyes that makes me wonder if I misjudged him. If I was being led on by my own prejudices.

I sit down and give him a quick look before I lower my eyes. That's the game. He's going to make the first move. Or at least he wants to be given the feeling that he is.

"Hi. I'm Mike." he says and I turn to him. His smile is bright and very confident.

I smile back and bat my long lashes. "Hi. I'm Sarah. Nice to meet you, Marc."

"No, it's Mike." he says, leaning in to make me understand him better. He's very close now. "Mike. Like in Magic Mike." he says with a smirk. His lips are amazing.

"Oh. I see." I giggle and I hate that I know how to play this game so damn well.

"So why is a beauty like you sitting at the bar in a place like this all on her own?"

"I was waiting for my friend, but her car broke down so she can't make it."

"So you need someone to keep you company, huh." Mike asks and he cocks his head looking at me like a lost puppy.

"Actually I was just about to leave." I say with a fake-shy smile.

"Great idea." He reaches into the pocket of his jacket, gets out some bills and places them on the bar beside my empty glass of beer. "Let's go." He takes my hand and tries to drag me from my chair. I can't help but laugh.

"This is crazy. I don't even know you. Why would I leave with you?"

"Because you need a good adventure and some fun. I can see the sadness in your eyes. I can take it away."

I'm speechless for a moment. How does he know this? There is this sadness deep inside of me but I'm sure it doesn't show in my eyes because no one has ever told me before. In all the time that's passed since my dad died nobody has realized that I'm still mourning.

"Come with me."

"You could be a serial killer." I say though I already know that I'm going to leave with him.

"I'm not. You can trust me."

Strangely enough that's exactly what I do.

"What about your friends?"

"They can do without me. And they're not really my friends." He shrugs.

"And what are they?"

"Just...people I know and hang out with." Mike says and it sounds like a question.

I hop off my chair and put on my jacket.

"Ok then...let's go."

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I hesitate when we're standing in front of his pick-up truck.

"What's wrong." Mike looks at me.

"What about 'Don't drink and drive'?" I say with a frown.

"Don't worry. I've only had lite beer. Alcohol-free."

I snort. "Guys like you don't drink lite beer."

"Guys like me?"

I don't know how to answer and just shrug.

"See, I don't know what you think to know about 'guys like me', but I lost my best friend to that kind of shit. He caused an accident when he was drunk and he and two other people died. So I don't drink when I drive." A sad look crosses his face for a split second.

"That's dreadful. I'm sorry."

Now Mike's the one who shrugs it off and I know now how he's detected my sadness. He hides just the same feelings.

"Hop on." He says grinning and I obey.

Minutes later we're heading down the freeway right into sunset.

"Where are we going?" I like his truck, it's surprisingly tidy and somehow cosy.

"I don't know. Where do you want to go?"

He gives me a smile and starts fumbling with the radio until some music starts playing. It's 'Promise me' by Badflower. God, I love this song. It makes me happy and sad at the same time.

"You said you can take away the sadness."

"You want me to make you happy?" His smirk is lewd and oh so sexy. I bite my lip.

"So this is just about sex?" I ask a little disappointed. "You took me away from the bar just for sex? We could have had that in the parking lot or in the restrooms."

Mike seems to be surprised. "You would have fucked me in the restrooms?"

I roll my eyes before turning away to stare out of the window.

"Hey, I was just teasing you. Don't be mad." He touches my arm gently and when I look at him he gives me those puppy dog eyes again and I can't help but laugh.

"So where are you taking me, Mike?"

"You really want to forget about that sadness?"

"What I want is peace of mind." I say with a deep sigh.

"Then I know just the perfect place." He smiles at me and gives my cheek a tender stroke before he hits the gas and we race into the night.

20 minutes later Mike turns off the freeway onto a small dirt road where he parks the truck. We get out of the car and I take a look around. We're in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but trees and darkness. I start doubting my sanity. Is this really a good idea? I have no clue where I am, actually no one besides Mike knows where I am, and I'm with a complete stranger plus I have no idea what he's up to. And yet I feel good. Reckless and excited. Maybe this is some kind of subconscious death wish. I hear Mike rustling on the backseat. He's stuffing something into a sports bag and I hope it's not his serial killer basic equipment.

"Come on, Sarah. Let's go." He takes my hand and I follow him though I know I shouldn't.

"Where are we? Where are we going, Mike?"

"Into the void." He answers without looking at me. Instead he gives my hand a tender squeeze and I get goosebumps all over my body.

A few minutes later we're standing in front of a large chain-link fence that's topped with barbed wire.

"What now?"

Mike grins at me and starts searching through the bag. He rakes out a large tool.

"Now we get in."

"Wait? Is that a bolt cutter?"

"Sure, or would you prefer to climb?"

"Mike, there's a big sign that says "No trespassing". We can't do this. What if we get caught?" I start to panic. "This is illegal."

Mike doesn't seem to be impressed by my objections. He starts cutting the fence calmly and skillfully and it dawns on me that he doesn't do this for the first time.

"Mike!" I tug on his jacket. "Stop it. This is insane. We're gonna get arrested."

He stops and turns around to face me.

"I'm already done. Don't worry, baby. I know who's the owner of the land. He's not in town. It's gonna be alright." He leans in and gives me a sweet kiss. No tongue. All I feel is his gorgeous lips and the heat that arises within me. It's a tender kiss. Gentle but also sexy. Innocent but yet promising.

He pulls away and smirks before he turns to the fence and holds the make-shift gate, that he has cut into it, open for me.

"Come on."

I hesitate but finally I squeeze through the hole. He shoulders the bag and follows me. After only a few minutes of walking down a beaten path we hear rustling sounds and footsteps.

"Stop! Whoever is there. Stop. Now!"

We stop in our tracks and Mike drags me down. We crouch behind a large bush and he lays his index finger on my lips to shush me.

Flashlight shines through the darkness and the footsteps come closer. I stare at Mike, scared and bewildered.

"You said the owner's not around." I whisper as quietly as possible.

"That's not the owner. It's security." Mike whispers back.

"Security? What the fuck, Mike... "

"I promised you adventure." He gives me a wink and I wonder how he manages to stay so calm when we're just about to get arrested or worse.

"Who's there? This is private property. Get out."

The voice is close now.

Mike takes my hand and brings his mouth close to my ear. "Get up and run." he whispers. "On three." I have no time to contradict.

He squeezes my hand. One. Two. Three.

We get up and start to run. Into the forest. Into the darkness. Into our adventure.

"Hey!" Security guy yells at us and we can hear that he's trying to follow us but we're too fast for him. We run like a bat out of hell, pushing through the undergrowth. After a few minutes, when we're sure that we've shaken off our pursuer, we stop and lean against a large tree, panting and completely out of breath. I haven't felt so alive in years.

We look at each other and we burst out laughing frantically.

"You're fast for a girl." Mike says, still laughing.

"College track- and field team. I'm fast and strong. Is that a problem?" I say with a big grin.

"No. I like strong women." He gives me a wink.

I flinch when I hear a branch break behind us. "Do you think he will keep looking for us?"

Mike shakes his head. "Nope. He doesn't get paid enough to make such kind of extra efforts. He's already back on his perch, watching porn on his cell, eating donuts and drinking beer. Believe me."

I cock my head and look at him with a frown. "How can you be so sure?"

Mike wiggles his eyebrows but I get no answer.

"Come on. It's still a few minutes to go."

The few minutes turn out to be at least half an hour. I'm just about to complain when we reach a big glade and suddenly we have a clear view of a big, dark lake that is surrounded by the woods from three sides. The clearing we've just reached is the only way to approach this beautiful stretch of water. Moonlight illuminates the dreamlike scene. I'm amazed.

"Wow. This is fantastic."

Mike just smiles at me and starts to flatten out a large blanket that must have been in his bag.

"Come. Sit with me."

I plop down right beside him. My arms wrapped around my knees I stare at the smooth surface of the dark waters. It calms me down immediately. Mike sits beside me, his long legs stretched out. We don't speak and we are surrounded by complete silence. There are no sounds. No traffic noise, no birds twittering, no wind that rustles through the trees. Only our soft breathing that soothes me even further. This is the kind of peace I've been looking for for so long. I lay down on my back and look at the sky. There are no clouds but what seems to be a million stars. We're literally lying under the Milky Way.

"This is beyond beautiful." I whisper after a while. Mike lays down beside me. He takes my hand but he keeps looking at the starlit sky.

"I know. It's my secret place. I go here often when my thoughts get too loud. It calms me down. That's why I thought it might give you some peace of mind."

"It does." I turn to look at him. "So who's the owner?"

He gives me a cheeky smile. "My father."

"Are you kidding me?" I start laughing.

"No. He's a lumber merchant, owns a lumber mill and a lot of land. These woods are his assets."

"Then why the fuck did we have to creep through a hole in the fence and run away from the security guy?" I shake my head in disbelief.

"Well, let's just say we don't get along so well lately."

"What happened?"

"I threw a huge party in one of his cabins in the woods. It got a little out of hand and ended with a forest fire, a report to the police and lots of trouble."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah." Mike starts laughing. "Biggest pile of shit I've ever caused. So now I have to sneak in to visit my favorite places. And this lake is the best of all."

"Yes. It's beautiful. So dark and enchanted somehow but not frightening. It's simply..."

"Romantic?" Mike looks me in the eyes and butterflies start flapping their wings in my belly.

"Yes." Is all I'm able to whisper.

Mike clears his throat and recites a poem I've never heard before.

"Along the shore the cloud waves break,

The twin suns sink beneath the lake,

The shadows lengthen

In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,

And strange moons circle through the skies,

But stranger still is

Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,

Where flap the tatters of the King,

Must die unheard in

Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead;

Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed

Shall dry and die in

Lost Carcosa."

"This is beautiful." I say surprised. "What's it called?"

"It's from the book 'The King in Yellow" by Robert W. Chambers. The poem's called "Cassilda's Song""

"You're interested in literature and poetry?" I've really misjudged this guy.

"Well, to be honest, this place from the poem -Carcosa- it's mentioned in 'True Detective'. The TV show. You know it?"

"No, I don't." I shake my head.

"Really? It's a must-see. Matthew Mc Conaughey, Woody Harrelson. We can binge it tomorrow at my place. If you want to."

"Sure."

"Well, anyway...I was kind of fascinated by this Carcosa thing and I looked it up on google and I found out about Chamber's book and then I read it and I really love it because it so morbid and dark and beautiful and especially Cassilda's Song reminds me of this place so much. This is my Carcosa. Dark, lost and strange but peaceful and soothing at the same time. It's good and bad, dark and light, sadness and joy. Like me."

His voice is barely a whisper now and I suddenly have a lump in my throat. The sadness in his eyes is killing me and I can see that he's close to tears.

I smile at him and touch his cheek. He turns to me and we kiss. Long, slow kisses. Sloppy. Sexy. Sensual. Intense. When we make love later that night on that itchy blanket under a sky full of stars, I know I've been wrong. When I scratch my nails into his back when he makes me come, when he sighs my name when he gets off, when we talk for hours afterwards, cuddled up to each other, waiting for the sunrise, making plans for the new day, I know he's the best mistake I've ever made.

#henry cavill #cavillry #henry cavill fanfic #mike hellraiser #mike x ofc #mike hellraiser x ofc

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aroxfan · 3 years

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Johnlock AU~short fanfic - in the locked room in The Final Problem just before Sherlock suggests to shoot himself

J: Sherlock...

He can't say more. He doesn't know what to say. It's too much for him.

S: In our situation, I think it's time to say the unsaid.

Silence. They're both starring at each other until John avoids Sherlock's look.

S: About you, I need to tell you...

John suddenly holds his breath.

J: Oh, you guessed it.

He doesn't understand.

S: I guessed what?

John is breathing again, sort of lost.

J: You didn't?

S: What are you talking about?

J: Nothing. What did you wanna say?

Sherlock has no idea of what's going on. He missed something for sure.

S: Tell me first. I'm not saying everything til you tell me.

No air again. He had to answer. He had to tell him. It could be the end, this room. It could be the end of everything. Of their friendship and their life. In other circumstances, it could have only been the end of the first thing.

J: Jesus, Sherlock...

Hands on his head, he would have rather died now. He avoided this confession during all these years, because for him it was useless. Useless or not, he could risk anything he wanted now. He has nothing to loose, except his life - but it would be because of what he was going to say. The detective was deeply starring at him, until John flinched.

J:*sigh* I... I love you.

Sherlock stayed frozen for a dozen of seconds. He too, probably, had stopped breathing.

S: You... love me?

J: That's what i just said.

It didn't make sense.

S: But you are...

John wanted to look at the floor, or the wall, or at Mycroft who was still standing like a statue in tve corner of the room. But he could only stare at Sherlock's face, in shock as he never saw him before.

J: Yes - he said because he hated this silence.

Sherlock had no words. He felt stupid, and crazy, and dead at the same time. His sentence needed an end. And then, the dumbest words came out of his mouth before he could think about it.

S: Not gay.

What. Was. That.

Dammit.

John almost laughed. His fault, maybe he pronounced these words too often. Maybe yes. Why the hell.

J: Right, i'm not. I've loved Mary, and I've been seeing other girls before.

S: And despite that you do... love...

Trying to avoid any second of silence, they ended the sentence at the time on the same note.

J: You.

S: Me.

John was feeling really, really weak and vulnerable. He hated that. It happened too much recently.

J: Can you stop repeating it please it makes me uncomfortable...

S: Uhm yes. Sure.

He didnt want to, but he disliked seeing John is distress like that. So he

S: I was... what I wanted to say first... let's go back.

J: Yeah.

Going back, it was the best thing to do.

S: So, I must say...

J: Yes.

S: Nothing similar than what you juste said about...

Sherlock was looking down, John closed his eyes. Please let's forget that.

J: Please.

S: Fine.

But Sherlock didn't plan to forget that.

S: I love you.

Another big silence, not the same than the first one. This time, there was nothing awkward, just a silence. A sweet, incomprehensible but logical silence.

J: You...

He couldn't fill this void with a bunch of "yeah" now. He just... kind of couldn't. Because he didnt even know what he was going to answer to.

J: I asked you to stop repeating why do you...

He didnt have the time to finish his sentence.

S: I know, I said it was okay. I'm not repeating anything.

John didn't make a sound for a moment.

J: So why...

He then, he thought about this quote. His quote. The once which said that, once you have eliminated the impossible whatever remains however improbable must be...

Must be...

The truth

And the very improbable truth left could only be...

J: wait.

When he stopped looking in the void, when everything finally stopped being all blurred and blinding, he saw his face. Sherlock's face. And on it, a new and absolutely delightful smile. Did he just think... delightful smile?

S: I'm just saying what I had to say.

J: Sherlock.

Suddenly his name sounded different. Pronouncing it, he felt a thrill. This thrill. As if nothing will never be as before.

S: John?

God it felt even stronger when he was pronouncing his own one. How could he look... serious after that.

J: I'm not kidding.

S: Neither am I. I'm the most serious I can be.

And he was. Except this growing proud smile on his face. Not one lile when he was solving a murder facing the murderer himself. One as if everything that was happening was out of his control. Like when he was high, but in a healthy. A little cliché, but he looked exactly like that.

J: Do you mean what you just told me? Do you really mean it? Don't you dare lie to me.

Sherlock quickly faked being offended, but he felt too released to play this role longer that two poor seconds. With his usual deep voice, he took despite that the time to answer as if the time wasn't running out for them in here.

S: I deeply mean it.

John couldn't ask for more. He already tried but it was a lost of time, and they already hadn't much.

J: You love me.

Sherlock smiled again, in wiser and purer way.

S: I do.

It was clear, and strangly easier to accept than expected now. In some way, he could believe that, if Sherlock Holmes could love someone once, it would be him. And Sherlock knew for sure that, if it had to be someone, anyone, it had to be John Watson.

J: I didn't... I didn't imagine you could.

Of course, none of them did.

S: Love you or any human in general?

J: Uh both.

Sherlock had a little laugh. He felt like he had something, a weight on his chest for years, perhaps since he was a child.

And in some words, here, now, with his John, it had disappeared. Him who had always disliked talking about "feelings", he felt like he owed him a lot.

S: I may have kinda liked some people in my life, very few, like Mrs Hudson or... or even Lestrade. He is a good guy. But none of them like with you, even from far.

John eye's were reflecting the deep happiness that was born in him.

S: With you, it's different. It has always been.

This fact wasn't a surprise. But knowing it, saying it, it makes it sound like something that meant a lot. And it meant a lot for them.

S: In some ways, I've always loved you since I met you. You make me feel different. I'd do anything for you, John.

All those years of running after serial killers, hunt by criminal, all of this side by side were coming back in their mind. This last confession sounded ridiculous now.

J: You already did.

Was it an impression or was Sherlock blushing?

S: Yeah well that's why I thought you wouldn't be surprised.

They both wanted to make the first step but they felt so clumsy, like new borns.

J: Well you were right since the beginning.

S: About what?

J: I'm an idiot.

Sherlock laughed. In this exact moment, it was just like seven years ago.

More how it should have happened seven years ago.

S: So am I.

And because nothing could stop them, because they had nothing to loose and only each other's love to win, they both walked to each other.

John put his hands on the colar of his shirt, and Sherlock put his on his cheeks. They moved softly with a blinding trust, until then moment when Sherlock he leaned down and their lips met. It was nothing clumsy, nothing embarrassing or weird.

It was natural, normal.

It was like it has always happened, in another life.

It was exactly what should have always happened.

#sherlock #bbcsherlock #au #Johnlock #canon #tfp #fanfiction #john watson

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ramblingaboutthings · 4 years

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Hard | Draco Malfoy

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Word count: 3.5 kkkkkk LIKE WHAT?

Summary: here

A/n: this contains swear words, blood and a lot of mistakes, but I got so excited and got too carried away. I warn you, I changed A LOT of things and I'm kind of not sorry for that.

Also TUMBLR HERE decided to delete my draft and I had to correct it again so sorry if it sucks, it's 00:40 here and I'm going crazy.

It'd been a stressful day, you went to Hogsmeade and someone put some strange spell on a poor girl. No one really knew who did it. But everyone was getting strange vibes from it.

So he created some kind of project, once a month a student from each house was selected to move temporarily into another house, to avoid internal conflicts.

That night, was a special one for Hogwarts.

Dumbledore wanted the school to be united, every house had to say goodbye to rivalries.

And that day was one of those times, Dumbledore was going to announce who the lucky students were.

You at dinner, in the great hall, with your Hufflepuff friends.

"Hey Black, are you okay?" One of them asked, noticing you spacing out and only earning a death glare, as a response from you.

Those days, you'd been in a bad mood and the fact that your dad's died not so long before didn't help at all, he was everything she had.

And now he was gone, leaving his only child alone.

Sirius Black didn't even know he had a daughter until his high school girlfriend showed up at the Potter's door one night with a little girl in her arms, the love of Sirius' life, before disappearing.

He later discovered he wasn't your real father but he still loved you like he was. Then we all know what happened next.

He'd raised you until he was accused of homicide and taken to Azkaban.

You only got to see him for two years, after he escaped the prison.

And after they finally got to be in each other's lives again, Harry came up to her, one night, and told you he was dead. You were angry, sad, frustrated... not even a last goodbye, he was just gone. After that you simply locked yourself up in your room and got out only to go to class.

Until that day.

You hoped you could finally spend your next month away from the Hufflepuffs, they knew too much about you and you needed a fresh start.

They were good friends of course, but you wanted to be free for that whole month.

You glanced over the Gryffindor table to find Harry mirroring your sad look, but Dumbledore coughed to get your attention making you turn around quickly.

"Today, my dear students, if you're lucky enough, you'll be experiencing a new thing, you'll get to know other mentalities, other personalities so please listen here. For the slytherin house, Pansy Parkinson will go to the Gryffindors" a loud mix of groans erupted from the gold and red table, interrupted his speech. But he just ignored it.

"Hermione Granger, we all are aware of your intelligence, so you're staying with the Ravenclaws.

Miss Lovegood, you're staying with the Hufflepuffs" your table cheered, you all loved her.

Your smile faded when you realized, one of the Hufflepuffs was going to be a Slytherin for four whole weeks. And for some reason you knew for sure you were going to be that one.

"Miss Black, all your family comes from Slytherin witches and wizards so I thought you could try and understand what being one of them is really like" you groaned as your suspicion got real, and lowered your head while a dozen of people from the Slytherin table were clapping.

You gazed around your table only to find shocked faces, someone even glared at you.

'Fuck this' you thought before walking toward the Slytherins.

One of them, Deneb was her name, -you recognized her from divination class- called you from the table, and you were more than happy she did, because you two got along just great, and it would've been awkward sitting beside someone you didn't know.

"So, you're the new Slytherin uh? I'm glad it's you Y/n, come on sit down." She invited you.

You glanced around to study everyone's faces but they were like stone, no emotions.

You sat between Den and the most handsome boy you'd ever seen, Draco Malfoy, he'd grown up so much since you'd last seen him. But his signature smirk wasn't plastered on his face as usual, in it's place there was a thin line, his lips sealed in a neutral expression.

"Hey Malfoy" you greeted kindly.

"Shut up half-" he said harshly,interrupting himself trying to insult you.

"He's not been himself lately, usually he's not that bad, you all always judge him, but he's sweet with the people he fancies" Den explained, and you did believe her, because you saw the good in every person and he flooded with kindness. You noticed how his eyes sparkled before a quidditch match, his soft sneaky smiles that grew onto his face whenever he got a spell right. You knew he was a soft boy, he just liked to think that it made him weak so he covered it all up.

As you met his gaze you noticed his bright grey eyes were dark and full of sadness that made you smile softly. Just the fact that he was trying to insult you made you feel sick.

"I'm not sweet" he stated, probably less convincingly than he thought.

"It's okay Draco, I don't want to argue" you clarified. His expression changed for a quick second, before going back to his stone-face self.

He liked that you called him Draco, it made him feel like you liked him for who he was, not Malfoy, not the Slytherin prince, just Draco.

And that was exactly your intention, to make him feel like someone actually cared.

After that little conversation, everyone in the big hall started to leave to go to their dorms.

Some of your house walked right in front of you giving you sad smiles, Harry, Ron and Hermione even gave Draco death stares.

You knew he had been an ass in the past years, you knew he wasn't the nicest when it came to words, but he wasn't what the others said he was.

Or maybe it was your big crush on him speaking for you. Yeah, probably.

"I'm going to sleep. Malfoy? Show her where's our room" she said.

Draco gave her a hint of a smile that almost made you feel uncomfortable.

'No Y/n you're not jealous, stop' you thought.

"Draco, uhm- so you and Den-?" Draco let out a semi-genuine laugh, before you even completed your sentence.

"She's not my girlfriend Y/n, I don't like her, she's like my cousin, she is my father's cousin's daughter, you're probably kind of her relative too" he explained, and you suddenly felt stupid.

"I'm not your cousin Draco, I'm not a real Black, dad- Sirius just gave me his last name" his lips parted slightly at your confession.

"You're not a Black? Y- he adopted you? Like- oh sorry I don't want to make you uncomfortable" he said quickly. A chuckle escaped your lips.

"It's fine, my mom abandoned me, I only know Voldemort killed her and she was a half-blood and so was my real father, who died as well. Professor Lupin was the one who raised me for twelve years, but I've only ever cared about Sirius, he was the best thing in my life even if for a short time. " you confessed, he smiled sadly, his gaze burning on your face.

You didn't know why you trusted him, but for some reason, you did.

"You know, my father uhm- made me do horrible things, but he's family, I don't want to disappoint him" he confessed reluctantly.

Later he'd invited you to his room, he seemed to have loosened up a little bit, while you entered his dorm.

A green and silver scarf was hung on the wall with his last name on it. His bed was perfectly made, no wrinkles, just a smooth green blanket.

To say you were impressed was an understatement.

You smiled at him "so that's why you hide your good part uh?" he nodded.

He just suddenly wrapped his arms around you tightly. You made him feel alive again. He missed the feeling, it was like a deja vu from last year, when you found him crying in a hidden corner when without saying anything, you hugged him, lettinghis speak.

"You're not that bad for an Hufflepuff you know?" He smirked. His first signature smirk of the year, just for you!

"And you're not that bad for a Slytherin either" you laughed.

"I missed physical contact, I-I uhm- it's not very common in the Malfoy manor, to get all cuddly I mean" his chest vibrated with his embarassed laugh that filled your ears as you memorized that beautiful and harmonic sound.

"You're so warm" you said, obviously blushing. Thank you dark night!

"And you're a freezing Hufflepuff" he pulled away much to your dismay and took something out of his wardrobe.

He handed you a green hoodie with a basilisk on the front and the name "Malfoy" on the back.

"I can't accept-"

"It's yours Y/n. Now if you excuse me I have to go somewhere, I'll show you where you're going to sleep" he grabbed your hand, not even realizing it, and took you with him to another corridor, a wooden door with a sign was suddenly in front of us, 'Pansy and Deneb' it read.

You were too zoned out to really comprehend what was going on, but suddenly your hand felt cold, extremely cold. You looked at it, disappointment clearly written all over your face.

"I'm sorry... for you know, taking your hand and everything" he said before walking away, without even waiting for an answer.

You opened the door in front of you and found Den sitting on what you assumed was her bed.

When she spotted you, she smiled.

"Did you do it?" Your cheeks flushed at your not so holy thoughts. You shook your head 'no daydreaming about these things you fucker'

"W-what are y-you talking about?" You asked her with wide eyes.

"Did you kiss Draco?" She asked.

"He's like my cousin Deneb!" You whispered.

"He's not and you know that, so please tell me. Do you like him? " she giggled. You gasped quietly, surprised she knew you weren't a Black.

"I-I want to sleep, uh good night"

"Y/n likes Draco. Y/n likes Draco. Y/n likes Draco!" she chanted.

You ignored her and sneaked into your new very comfortable bed.

Was it that obvious? That you liked Draco.

"All you do is stare at him Y/n " she said like she had read your thoughts or something.

"He's not what he wants the others to believe he is" you explained

"plus he's cute" Deneb completed making you both laugh.

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That morning the atmosphere was extremely strange and tensed, there weren't many students in the Great Hall.

As you approached Harry in your new Slytherin hoodie, Draco's last name properly covered with a scarf. He kind of looked at you in disgust, like he despised you. But you knew he only hated Slytherins in general.

"You look great in green!" Hermione exclaimed happily.

"And you look hella good in blue 'Mione!" You winked.

"Katy said she can't remember anything from Yesterday, but I know it was Draco, I saw him" Harry assumed, your blood began to boil on anger.

"He's not a bad person" you said as calmly as you could.

"Oh you're so blind Y/n" and you were going to spat at him but Draco made his way into the big room, his eyes full of fear and, regret? Was Harry right?

You didn't even have time to answer that question because Draco ran away toward the bathroom.

Harry followed him, and you resisted your instincts for once, all you wanted was rushing after him, she wanted to know who Draco was, who he really was.

You all sat at the same table, including Deneb. It was a nice morning except for the fact that you didn't know where either Harry or Draco went.

"How's being a Slytherin?" Hermione asked snapping you out of your trance.

"It's quite nice, they're not as bad as you think ... and you're just wrong about Draco, he's actually really calm and sweet when he wants to" you explained, a light blush crept onto your face as you did.

"Are you kidding? Malfoy? Sweet? You're crazy" Hermione hissed.

You huffed looking at Deneb for a moment.

"Draco isn't the one you think he is, I'm his cousin, I know what I'm talking about. But his father... he's ruining him, his mother is trying her best but Lucius is just an evil coward" Deneb said, way too calmly.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other before smiling.

"Deneb, is this girl right there intrested in your cousin?" Ron asked, smirking and pointing to you.

"No, she just has a really kind heart" she answered sending you a wink.

You even stopped listening to the conversation. All you could think about was Draco. Where the fuck was he? You swore, if Harry'd done something to him you were gonna kill him slowly,You kind of thought, at that point, that he was just a selfish boy trying to get some attention.

You spaced out for a little while.

Draco's grey eyes popped onto your mind, his smile, his face... but every good thing stopped appearing as soon as you got anxious, you were going crazy right? Harry couldn't hurt him. Could he?

You stormed out of the great hall without even saying anything, you just ran up the stairs, your breath was heavy and it was like your legs got heavier and heavier with every step. But the worst happened when you opened the door of the bathroom.

Draco was laying on the wet floor, he was wincing in pain, his platinum hair sticking on his forehead, his beautiful eyes were closed and some tears were stained on his cheeks.

But even worse was the fact he was covered in blood, his white shirt was now all red and you felt extremely useless.

"Draco, Draco it's me, Y/n" you said before kneeling down beside him.

"Y-Y/n-" then he yelled, that loud your head started to pound slowly.

"Draco, please I'm here, Snape is coming upstairs, I saw him, stay awake" you pleaded as you started to cry, hot tears streaming down your cheeks and landing on your parted lips as you sobbed loudly.

"Y/n? Why a-are you here?" He winced

"You're my friend Draco!" You exclaimed brushing his hair away from his forehead.

"You s-shouldn't b-be- Y/n I-"

"Draco you're not a bad person! Stay with me, please." you implored sobbing loudly and crying, but you didn't care, you only wanted him to live.

"You what Draco? Stay awake please" you sobbed loudly when you noticed the death eaters symbol, that was what he was trying to say, but you didn't give a fuck. You didn't want to lose him, death eater or not, you were falling in love with him.

"I h-hurt people" he whispered weakly

"I-" he opened his eyes for a quick second looking at me but right then they closed again and you realized he'd blacked out, his heart rate fell and he wasn't breathing. That's when realization hit you. He was dead.

Everything that happened soon after went in slow motion, Snape coming in and picking him up from the floor, some people coming in and out of the room, water still flooding the floor. But you were completely still. watching the blood on your hands.

You let out a frustrated scream, when the room was completely empty.

You sat there, sobbing like a little child.

It wasn't like he was the best of your friends, but he somehow understood you, even though you had talked to each others just four or five times in six years of school he listened to you and didn't judge you a single time and you let him die under your watch.

Couldn't you have just gone downstairs and call a professor? You were sad and mostly angry at yourself and at who did that.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" Hermione asked appearing behind you.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" you yelled, not stopping the tears that now completely made your face wet.

"Y/n what happened?"

"He-he killed him, he's dead. Draco is fucking DEAD!" you shouted angrily, your voice rough.

"Who killed him Y/n?"

"Your fucking best friend Hermione" you hissed sniffling.

"I hate him! " you screamed on top of your lungs.

Hermione hugged you tightly after sitting down beside you.

"You love Malfoy. don't you?"

"H-he's d-ead" your voice trembled as Hermione soothed you tracing circles onto your back.

"I'm sorry Y/n"

"He wasn't that bad you know" you took a long shaky breath but broke down crying again immediately.

"I trust you"

"He didn't want to harm anyone" you groaned in frustration.

She helped you up and put one of your arms around her neck.

Your legs felt numb and as you made your way to your dorm, you felt weaker and weaker.

As you opened the door you launched yourself on the bed, face buried in your pillow.

"What-" Deneb asked.

"Draco- " Hermione stopped to take a long breath. "He died" she explained. You on the other hand just continued to cry uncontrollably.

"Hey Y/n it's oka-"

"Don't you fucking dare say it's okay!" You screamed.

"Y/n listen to me okay? He was a really good person, he'd always been awfully nice to you but now he can rest in peace, without all the terrible things they constantly do to him. He deserves this" you knew she was right but you still refused to stop sobbing.

At some point you did stop, and the other two girls smiled softly when they heard your shaky breath become heavy as you drifted off to sleep.

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The following days had been hell for Y/n, all she did was cry and cry.

Dumbledore often went to console her, and she knew something was up, they didn't even have a funeral for Draco.

Y/n's life had gotten miserable.

You locked yourself up again, professor Mcgonagall said you were in shock because you saw someone die under your eyes, so she even let you skip classes. And you were glad she did.

But that day you had been dragged out of your room by Deneb. Against your will.

"Y/n come to class, at least today, if you don't feel good then you'll be a free elf" you groaned in frustration.

"Why do I have to?"

"Because you need to get some fresh air, so now come with me, we have transfiguration"

When you got to class everyone got silent.

You sat on your new desk as a Slytherin and tried to concentrate but as the professor started the lesson, you grabbed your pen and started sketching on your notebook.

"There are rumors flying around the school. Someone said you and Draco were friends with benefits, some said you were dating but he was using you." None of these were true and Deneb knew that, but she still decided to tell you, after she saw your, almost, scared face.

And even though it wasn't consciously, you soon realized you you were drawing Draco.

At the end of the last clas, in the afternoon, your notebook was filled with drawings of him, really detailed ones, that much that your tears threatened to come out. Again.

You silently made your way to Draco's dorm.

You laid on his bed inhaling his scent, and memorizing it. You'd never see his face again.

You opened your notebook and traced the shape of his head with your finger.

You took out a pen from your pencil case and wrote on the drawing: " hope you're doing good up there ♡" as if he could see it, and after ripping the page you put it on his pillow.

When that night Deneb asked if you wanted to sleep there, you obviously said yes.

That lasted for a few days until, three days later you woke up and didn't find the piece of paper with his face in it.

When you fell asleep on that bed everything bad that happened to you disappeared.

And when you woke up you were actually feeling better.

You panicked, it was your favourite drawing. So you frantically searched under the pillows, under the blanket. But nothing was there.

"I look good in this Y/n/n" you heard a voice and you gasped, at the sound of Draco's familiar voice.

"Wha-"

"Hello, Y/n" Draco suddenly appeared from the shadows. He noticed your puffy eyes and bags under your eyes.

"What are you?! A ghost or something?" You asked widening your eyes.

"I'm Draco, with bones and all" he laughed, even if his eyes were full of fear.

"Is it really you? But you died!" You shot up.

"It's me Y/n/n, Snape knew the spell and healed me, but not entirely so they kept me hidden until they were sure I'd survive." He explained.

"A bird told me you missed me" he continued walking extremely close to you.

"I- I surely did, you were- are my friend" you blushed heavily.

" I'm sorry for everything I did, I hate myself for everything, and something happened.. I - refused to kill Dumbledore but-" he interrupted himself starting to sob.

Your confused expression almost scared him.

"Snape killed him, it's my fault I-" you didn't let him finish ignoring the sadness and smashed your lips onto his.

You fell on the bed, but he continued to kiss you almost roughly.

As you pulled away he smiled.

"I like you Y/n, but I'm not a goo-"

His eyes filled with happiness for the first time in years as you smiled.

"Stop! You are the fucking best person I've ever met!" You exclaimed punching his chest.

"Don't you feel ashamed of a death eater?" He asked, remembering when he'd showed you his tattoo.

"No, as long as you're safe"

"Do you mind if I kiss you again?" In response you kissed him, again, softly this time.

As your lips moved together until you saw the door fly open.

"Are you done sucking faces? Lunch is ready" Deneb teased before walking away again.

"I like you so much Y/n. Would you uhm- goonadatewithme?" He asked, his voice trembling a little.

"Of course Drakey"

"Don't call me that"

"Shut up. I love you dork"

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leelee10898 · 5 years

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Fast cars and Freedom: Style (3/?)

Pairing: Logan x Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature, Ns*w content.

Summary: Ellie has a chance meeting with Logan in the club. Will she tell him her secret?

AN: I am having so much fun writing this, Hope you all enjoy the bits of fluff in this one... nothing last forever, and unfortunately the drama is coming! As always if you would like added to the tag list, drop me a line. Catch up HERE

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He leaned in wrapping her up in a hug. “It's so good to see you Ellie.” she hugged him back, breathing in his scent. “Its ah. good to um, see you too Logan.” she stumbled on her words. “What are you doing in L.A? Are you living here?”

“What?” she shouted.

“what are you doing in L.A?” he shouted back.

“I can't. I can't hear you over the music.” she shouted again. He leaned in closer to her ear “I'm in the VIP section, it's a little quieter there lets catch up.” Ellie looked at Logan and back at the Bar, but Riya was gone. “I'm here with Riya, I can't find her.” she stood on her tiptoes. He nodded “I'll help you find her, she can join us.”

They looked all over for Riya when they finally ran into her coming from the bathroom. “Oh El, I've been looking all over for you. Dare text Marcus is running a fever, I have to go.” her eyes finally looking at the man standing next to her. “Logan?” she looked between Ellie and him, Ellie gave her a pleading look. “Yeah, what are the odds?”

“Hey Riya.” Logan hugged her.

“So Logan it was nice to see you again but Riyas got to go so.”

“You can stay Ellie. I'm sure you and Logan have a lot to catch up on.” Riya smirked. “I can take her home, I would love to catch up.” Ellie nodded, suddenly feeling extremely nervous. Riya leaned in giving her a hug. “Time to take the training wheels off kiddo. Call me in the morning, I want to know everything.”

Logan led her to the roped off area, sitting down at a private booth. It was just the two of them, she could feel her heart pounding in her ears. “How about a drink?” He broke the silence. “long island iced tea please.” Logan motioned for a waitress giving her their order. “Damn, that was fast.” She giggled as she sipped her drink the waitress just sat down. “One of the perks of VIP, no waiting.” He scooted closer “So Ellie. How have you been?”

She filled him in on graduating top of her class at Langston, which came with challenges. How she majored in accounting, minored in criminal justice. Her job closed down and she took a job back home to be closer to her dad. Logan told her how he went back to school and got his diploma, moving in with vaughn and taking a job with a racing company as a mechanic and pit crew. They put him in a car to do test laps and the bosses were impressed so they promoted him to Driver.

“Logan I am so proud of you, really. I knew you could make something of yourself. And you get paid to drive fast.. Legally.” She squeezed his hand and giggled. “Well, I owe it all to you. If you hadn't of pushed and had confidence in me, I would have never tried. I thought about you every step of the way.” He took her hand in his. She felt her heart skip a beat, after all this time he still had that effect on her.

“So what accounting firm are you with now?” He leaned back, the gears turning in his head. “Trinity. I was able to take my clients with me from my old job, But this place I'm going to need to step my game up. These guys deal with some A list celebrities.”

“You know I'm actually looking for an accountant. My agent was looking into Trinity anyway. It only makes sense now to choose you.” Ellie spit her drink out. “Logan, what? No. I couldn't possibly.”

“You can, I trust you Ellie, and I know you'll have my back.”

“Logan, It's complicated. I um, need to tell you-” she was cut off by a man in a nice suit approaching Logan. “I apologize Ellie, give me one second.”

She sat at the table, nervously picking her fingers. She looked around noticing a few women giving her dirty looks and clearly talking about her. She couldn't be his accountant, it would be complicated especially once she told him he may have fathered her child. “I'm so sorry Ellie, but I have to cut this short. My agent scheduled an early morning interview. But hey, give me your number.”

She rattled off her number. Logan sending a text with his own. “Come on I'll give you a ride home.”

They climbed into Logan's car and speed off into the night. “Feels like old times huh?” He grinned. “You have no idea.” she stared out the window, watching the city fly by in a blurr. “You still drive?” he asked.

“yeah, but not nearly as wreckless.” she giggled. Her mind took her back to the night they lifted the cars from the hauler.

*****

She felt so alive, so free, so rebellious. The feeling was Dangerous and sexy, she felt a fire igniting within her as she whipped the supercar through the winding mountain side. After they took the cars to the storage spot, the ride back to the garage was buzzing with adrenaline from all. Ellie hopped out of the suv and ran up the stairs to the room she was sharing with Logan. She couldn't stand still, it was like she was going to crawl out of her skin if she didnt do something.

Logan walked up the stairs to the room pulling off his white t shirt, doing pull ups. He watched as Ellie paced the floor. “I know that feeling, you're pumped full of adrenaline. It helps to find something to do to take the edge off, like pull ups.” He smirked as he jumped down. Ellie bit her lip as she watched his muscles flex.

“Oh, I know something to take the edge off.” she purred as she quickly closed the distance between them making short work of each others clothes. Logan lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around him, he kicked the door closed, it shutting with an audible bang.

Ximena looked at Mona and grinned. “Looks like somebody's gonna get lucky.” Colt standing right there. He grabbed his helmet and speed off on his bike.

Logan laid her on the bed, he kissed her softly his eyes met hers. “Are you sure?”

Her lips met his “I'm sure Logan.”

He smiled into the kiss as he slowly lowered himself into her. Her fingers digging into his back. He set a slow pace, relishing in the feeling of her beneath him His lips never leaving hers. The soft moans coming from her driving him wild as he picked up the pace, careful not to be to rough. He knew it was her first time, and he wanted to make it special for her. Her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, he held her close to him as he felt her walls beginning to flutter around him. Her moans grew louder as he gently nipped the sensitive spots on her neck. Her body began to tremble under him as she whimpered. “Its ok Ellie, I got you.” he breathed into her ear. Her fingers dug deep into his shoulders, her eyes snapping shut a burst of white light filing her senses as she came undone.

*****

A pair of bright headlights in front of them pulled her from her thoughts. “Penny for your thoughts.” He asked, noticing her mind was a million miles away. She shook her head and blushed “Just remembering something, that's all.”

“Hopefully something good.”

“It was.” She smiled at him softly.

Logan was the first person she had slept with. He was so tender, and kind about it. Before meeting Logan, and falling into that lifestyle, she figured she would save herself until marriage. But things changed, she changed.

Logan pulled up to her father's house. “Well, we're here.” She could hear the sadness in his voice. “yeah, we are. Thanks for the ride home.” she unbuckled her seatbelt, leaning over kissing his cheek.

He breathed in her scent, dulling his senses. He reached over softly cupping her face. He leaned in, his lips softly capturing hers. She hesitated momentarily before relaxing into the kiss, She pulled away. “Umm I should go.”

“Ellie, i'm sorry I just. I don't know. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, Logan you didn't. But my life is complicated and I don't want to lead you on.” she sighed.

“I understand. So I'll see you soon?” She noticed the hopeful look in his eyes. “Yeah, that would be nice. Good night Logan.” she climbed out of the car. “Good night, Ellie.” he smiled as he drove off.

Ellie walked into the Dark house. Her dad and Luca already asleep. She washed her face and changed into some pjs. She laid in her bed replaying the night over and over again. What were the odds that she would run into Logan? And the kiss, it was as if it were they never stopped. She needed to tell Logan the truth, and soon.

Over the weekend Ellie enjoyed some quiet time with her dad and Luca. Her nerves starting to get the better of her. Riya had stopped by with Marcus and Ellie filled her in on their night. Finally it was Monday morning, Ellie walked into her new office immediately sitting in on a meeting where her they introduced her. She was shown to her office, she was used to a cubical, this had a door. She walked in sitting at the desk, sinking into the chair. “Hello Ellie, I just wanted to introduce myself. Im Elias Manning, your supervisor.” she stood extending her hand. “Pleasure to meet you Mr Manning.”

“Ellie please. Mr Manning is my father. Call me Elias, or Eli.” he chuckled.

“These were delivered for you.” he handed her an arraignment of a dozen red roses.

“oh, ah thank you.” she sat them down on her desk, noticing a card. “Oh and also, congratulations on picking up Logan Rider, we have been trying to get him for months.” Elias grinned. Ellie's attention on the roses in front of her. “Oh, thank you. Wait. what?”

“I don't know how you did it, but Logan called the firm himself specifically asking for you to be the accountant handling his affairs. Good work Ellie.” He turned and walked away. She slumped down in her chair grabbing the envelope and tearing it open.

Good luck on your first day, You're gonna be great.

Love, Logan.

She picked up her phone pressing his name, he picked up on the first ring “You got my flowers, do you like them?” “They are beautiful Logan. You requested me as your Accountant!”

“I told you. I Trust you and only you to handle it.” He chuckled on the other end.

“Logan. I told you I can't do it. It's way to complicated.” she sighed.

“You keep saying that. Ellie it will be fine, don't worry so much. Have dinner with me tomorrow night, we can talk about everything then.” she couldn't see him, but she could feel the grin on his face just by speaking to him.

“Fine.” she let out an exaggerated sigh.” But Logan, we have A LOT to talk about.”

“I look forward to it. I'll pick you up at 6.” his voice so chipper she couldn't help but grin.

She hung up the phone, letting out a loud groan. The day flew by she had about half an hour left before she was done for the day when she got a text from her dad.

DAD: Got a call, the cars ready. Can you pick it up after work?

Ellie: Sure dad, send me the address

She grabbed a cab rattling off the address to the driver. She stared out the window, Logan heavy on her mind. Everything happened so fast, she knew she would have to try to at least track them down, but she figured it would take some time. Instead it was as if the Universe delivered Logan to her, maybe it was a sign, maybe he was Lucas dad and she wouldn't even have to look for Colt.

His name send an ache through her, she would be lying if she said part of her didn't miss him too. She missed them both, she at one time Loved them both, each for different reasons. She was so caught up in her thoughts she didn't realize the cab came to a stop.

“Miss. Miss. Were here.”

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raindrop-on-a-spiderweb · 5 years

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Dear God

I have GREAT NEWS! I have internet (granted, crappy satellite internet) and I've been working on the next chapter of Ragnatela! It should be done within the next few days.

I had this young!Patience chapter on the back burner and didn't want to leave the AU unfinished 😰 sorry if it feels a little rushed. I'm not too happy with it.

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Patience's legs knocked into each other as she backed up, reaching out to grip the side.

The tall, imposing figure of her adopted father loomed over her quietly, his eyes serenely dark in his face.

"Salvatore Mallozzi," he said slowly, as if tasting venom on his tongue. "And what reason could you have to be speaking with my enemy?"

Her mouth was dry. He gripped her chin and forced her to face him. "I started to trust you," he said, his voice dead quiet. "A year of living with me, and I started to trust you. Clearly that was the wrong decision."

She began to cry, and he shifted his thumb to wipe her tears away. It reminded her of the first time he had looked into her eyes, his thumb soft on her cheek.

His hand went to her shoulder, then lower, to cup her breasts through her uniform, and then to slide down her hips, teasingly stopping just above the waistband of her skirt.

"Your body is becoming more mature," he said softly. "Your hips, your breasts, your face. I can see you growing older. Everything except your womb, apparently. When will you give me a child? Are you... doing anything to prevent it?"

She was crying unashamedly now, as his hand tightened on her hip hard enough to bruise. "I'm not. Please, papa. I'm not, I swear. I don't know what's going on--"

At the sound of papa, his grip relaxed. She heard him sigh. "Do you not like living with me? Is that why you tried to call someone?"

She wanted to say I hate you, I hate living with you, I wish you were dead, but she knew she stood on a precarious thread, so she sobbed, "I do--I do like living here. I just--sometimes I feel like getting away from you. I can't help it."

He paused, and something in his face settled, his eyes taking a faraway cast. His face slackened. "I understand," he said simply.

He ruffled her hair. "Dinner will be ready soon. Afterwards, go upstairs and I'll brush your hair." She knew what the veiled meaning behind I'll brush your hair was, and it carried with it a resigned sense of doom.

***

Patience threw the baseball at the stone wall, and it made a thud as it hit. It bounced right back into her hands.

Mindless activities like this kept her mind off the realities of her life. She could do it for hours, repeating and repeating, her brain a dull buzz, until Leonardo would call for her.

A hand caught her ball. "Shouldn't you be doing something more useful?"

She went to glare at the dark-haired, glasses-wearing visage of her second least favorite person in the world. "Give the ball back, Stefano."

"My daughter knew how to wash windows by the time she was half your age. The outer windows are filthy, why don't you get off your lazy bottom and make yourself useful to your father?"

"Give me the ball back!"

He threw it back, and she caught it to her chest. "I don't know why he bothers keeping you around. If I were him I would have dumped you off at an orphanage the first time you showed me lip."

Her eyes stung with tears. I'm not useless. I have a scholarship. She heard Leonardo call for her distantly, and turned to Stefano just as the sound of Leonardo's footsteps started to approach.

She kicked the older man hard in the shin. He squawked in surprised pain and clutched his leg, then recovered just in time to lunge at her just as Leonardo arrived past the grove of trees.

"What are you doing, Stefano?" Leonardo's sharp voice made Stefano let her go. "She-"

"Stefano said I needed to be taught a lesson about obeying you," said Patience loudly.

"I'll be the judge of that, Stefano," said Leonardo, his voice soft yet icy. "It would be best if you took your leave."

Stefano's mouth was gaping like a fish, but he snapped it shut and glared at her before leaving. When Leonardo wasn't looking Patience stuck her tongue out at his back.

He led her inside where the staunch, tall figure of Giuseppe Benevento was standing with one hand in his pocket, the other carrying a carpet bag.

"Are you staying for dinner, Joe?" Asked Patience, using his English name. She liked Giuseppe. Well, she didn't really like him, but compared to Leonardo, Stefano, and the rest of Leonardo's "friends" he was much more tolerable. He would drive her to school sometimes when Leonardo or the chauffeur couldn't.

"I suppose I can. I'll be talking to your father late into the night."

Leonardo smiled. "Well, that's excellent. I know you love my spaghetti bolognese."

In the dining room, Patience sat fiddling with her napkin while Giuseppe smoked a cigarette, occasionally stubbing it out on a star-shaped marble ashtray.

"Your school is going well?" He broke the silence with one of his canned questions.

"I got a scholarship to New York University," she said listlessly.

"Congratulations. When will you be graduating?"

"Next year," she said. I'm never going to use this scholarship. I'm never going to go to New York University. I'm never going to leave here.

The polished wood walls seemed to be caging her in. Something inside her young brain told her she would live and die here, and that made her want to scream and cry.

She tilted her head to look at Giuseppe. He was large and gruff, and said little. He was Leonardo's deputy, his "underboss" and he did his job well. Very well.

Maybe, she thought, maybe he has cracks in his exterior. Cracks I can worm myself into. He's a man, after all.

"Are you married, Joe?" She said, pushing her chair back and crossing her legs under her short skirt. She subtlely shifted her skirt up her thighs. Leonardo liked it when she did that.

"Yes," he said shortly. "Seventeen years."

"That's a long time. You must be getting bored of her. Do you still sleep in the same bed?"

He looked over at her, and his forehead crinkled. "We--that's none of your business." his voice was flat. "Why do you ask?"

"Well," she said throatily, trying to sound like the lounge singers she saw on TV, "I make you... less lonely."

His frown deepened as he eyed her.

She shifted her chair closer and touched his knee, sliding her hand over the rough cloth. "I can do things for you your wife never dreamed of. I know all about pleasing men."

He was frozen, eyes flickering to the closed door.

"With my mouth or--with any part of my body. I can be your Lolita." She thought back to the book she had read on Leonardo's bookshelf. She had to put it back when she was halfway done because of how much it disturbed and reminded her of herself. "All you have to do is take me out of here." She boldly gripped between his legs, squeezing and rubbing him gently.

"No," he said firmly, getting up and moving a seat away. She watched in him despair, her way of escaping firmly rejecting her. "You are my daughter's age. You are Leonardo's daughter. This is inappropriate. I--" for a moment something like regret and sympathy passed his face, but then it was gone to be replaced by his steely, gruff exterior.

"I'm sorry you feel this way. But I will not and can not reciprocate. Please don't make this hard for both of us."

A wave of shame washed over her. She stared at the tablecloth, tears in her eyes as she waited for Leonardo to arrive with the dishes.

***

"Christmas Party?"

Patience looked up from where she was chopping tomatoes. Her father wiped his hands on his apron and dumped the pork snippings into the the pot. "Yes. I've held it every year. You missed it last year because you weren't home with me, but this year I promise you'll be the belle of the ball. I'll tailor you the most beautiful, expensive dress. It will be so grand and opulent, you'll love it."

You missed it last year because you weren't home with me. Not, you missed it last year because you weren't living here. As if she had living there all along. Leonardo inexorably considered her role and home to be here, under his thumb, nowhere else.

"Okay," she said. Her mind had hardened during the year, become more calculating. This could be her way out of here. She couldn't give up, and it was becoming more important day by day while her womb was still empty. If she got pregnant, it was over for her. She was living on borrowed time.

***

The dress was mint-green and ruffled at the bottom, and square at the bosom. It definitely wasn't made to take advantage of her womanly curves (or what little she had of them). He had tailored it for her over several agonizing weeks, forcing her to stand as still as a ballerina as he slid needles inches away from her skin.

"Gorgeous," he said. "Matches your eyes." He slid his hands down her dress, cupping her bare shoulders.

"I look like a little girl."

"You are a little girl. My little girl." He kissed her ear and made her shudder. "Are you ready?"

She nodded, still staring at herself in the mirror.

He led her out into a wave of noise, bright lights and chatter. For a moment she instinctively clutched his arm as a dozen eyes turned on her. "Oh, this must be your daughter!" Said a man with a lumpy nose, a dark-haired woman at his side. "I don't think I've met her yet."

"She's been focusing on school. She's a good girl." He rubbed her shoulders.

The man beamed. "You're a sweet little thing, aren'tcha?"

Patience looked away. "Thank you."

"What a sweet girl. I can't believe she's your daughter," said a man in a fedora, cradling his cheek with a crafty smile on his face. She gritted her jaw. Adopted daughter. "Thanks."

"Oh, be more social, Patience," said Leonardo.

"Can I please get something to eat?" She asked, hating all the eyes on her.

"You may. But be gracious and kind and have nice manners."

"Yes, papa."

She scampered away, acutely aware of her role as the only girl in the ballroom. A cadre of portly mafia wives set upon her and pinched her cheeks, oblivious to her cries of "I'm sixteen! I'm sixteen!"

With much difficulty, she made her way to the food table, where she plopped herself down to think.

A silver-haired figure, serving himself casserole, looked down at her. "Why the long face, Patience?" She recognized him with a scowl. Charles Sawyer was always skulking around their house. She hated how condescending he was, and avoided him as much as possible. "None of your business."

"Perhaps you should lie down." He had such a wheedling way about him, like he was talking to a little girl instead of a teenager. "Put some color in those cheeks"

Her cheeks, already red from being pinched, flushed harder. "Mind your own business!"

Sawyer clucked his tongue and moved on, and she resumed watching the crowd. She tried to name all the men she saw, but other than the ones who came around the house and who she saw Leonardo with, she recognized none of them.

She had distantly gleaned a sort of shadowy awareness of the structure of the mafia--there were sects, and they didn't always get along with each other.

Leonardo kept her isolated and protected, never answering any of her questions and leading her to occasionally learn what she could from eavesdropped conversations with his men. A certain family called Di Scarpetta always seemed to be causing them trouble.

She saw a flash of black hair, and froze.

Her head throbbed. No way. He can't be here. He can't--

The brown-haired girl jumped off the seat and ran into the crowd, heart thumping, eyes watering, pushing desperately, until the figure resurfaced in her sight. He was dressed in an elegant suit, talking to another man. The high collar of his suit wasn't enough to hide the livid scar on his throat. With his coal-black eyes and slicked-back hair, he cut an imposing figure, but Patience had never been so glad to see him. She hit him head-on. "Salvatore!"

He stumbled and stiffened, but when he saw her, his face went slack in disbelief. "Patience? What are you doing here?"

She was crying. "Oh my god. Oh my god!"

"Ciao," he said to the other man swiftly, then turned back to her. "Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"Leonardo Borghese is forcing me to live with him," she said, clutching his sleeves. "He does--oh, he does such awful things to me! Please, Salvatore, you must get me out of here!"

"Are you--are you that long-lost daughter he found?" Realization was dawning across his face.

"I'm not his damn daughter! I'm not related to him! He forced me into this, and you have to get me out of here, he wants me to do more for him, vile things--"

"Pazienza," said a liquid voice. "Are you making friends with Salvatore? How charming.

***

Salvatore hooked an arm around her shoulders, pulling her protectively towards him. "Leo Angelino. You son of a bitch. Stronzo! What the hell have you been doing to her?" His face was a mask of rage

Leonardo's face was placid, but he was standing entirely too close Salvatore. He said "Let's not make a scene here. All the families are here, a confrontation would--aggravate the atmosphere."

"Sick fucking pedophile," he hissed. "I should shoot you." His fists clenched.

"There are my men all around you, Salvatore," he said quietly. "Think twice."

Salvatore's eyes flicked around, and somewhere in his brutish subconscious something sparked. His grip on her slackened. "I'll be taking my leave early."

"Please don't go," she begged, clinging onto him. He unwillingly detached himself--not before giving her a comforting squeeze--and made for the door. She watched him go with tears in her eyes.

She smelled cologne as Leonardo shifted beside her. "Perhaps you'd like to go upstairs and rest, dolcezza." His voice was gentle, but had enough of a veiled threat that she obeyed immediately.

***

Alone in his (their) room, she shivered for hours until his soft footsteps echoed up the polished stairs.

He emerged from the door, dressed in his tuxedo, and when he saw her, he smiled. "Your hair is so messy. Let me comb it."

She shivered as he combed the tangles out of her hair, damp with sweat. His proximity made her mind rebel, want to run screaming. "You've been very naughty, dolcezza. Talking with Salvatore Mallozzi. Just what is your relationship, I wonder?"

She said nothing.

"Not going to talk?"

She squeezed her eyes shut.

"I have ways of making you talk, dolcezza." His arm curled around her neck, porcelain fingertips lightly brushing her skin. She shivered, but said nothing.

"Keep your secrets, then. I will find out about them in due time."

He stood up and loosened his cummerbund. His pants were loose, buckle undone.

"Sweet thing, let's celebrate Christmas together. We'll make a baby, a Christmas baby. We can name it Noelle."

Patience began to loosen her dress, acutely aware of him undressing behind her. It would be another night full of pain, a night that lasted far too long and left her crying and sleepless half the night.

The next few days were fraught with tension.

Leonardo kept silent about her and Salvatore, never speaking of it. She detected an underlying tension in the house, but Leonardo kept cheerful, dropping her off at school, helping with her homework, and making dinner.

For a moment, she almost relaxed.

And one night, when her homework was done and she was watching a late-night program, Leonardo called out to her in his lyrical voice.

"Patience. Come here. I want to show you something."

Frustrated, she turned the TV off. She grudgingly tramped into the next room, and then the cigar room. It was richly furnished, with a glass liquor cabinet and velvet-upholstered furniture--she was very familiar with it.

In the middle was a man, being forced into the ground. For a moment her heart thrilled and she thought it was Salvatore--before he lifted his head up and he saw the wanness and softness of his face.

"Gabe?" She said, breathless with disbelief.

He looked at her, eyes not registering realization until it flashed in his eyes.

Leonardo leaned back against the sofa, glass of liquor in his hand. A small smile teased his face. "Do you see what happens when you disobey your father, Pazienza? You should never contacted Salvatore. And now an innocent is paying for your mistake."

To her horror, Giuseppe, who was standing next to him, procured a knife and slid it around his throat. Patience tried to catch his eye, begging him for mercy, but he averted his gaze, something akin to shame in them.

"Give him a little cut, Giuseppe."

The silver knife sliced down, gouging a thin wound in the side of his cheek.

"Please not him! He didn't do anything! He has a family--don't--"

The knife bit further into his face, and he opened his mouth to wail. "Patience! Please help me! My Barbara--my Gina--I don't want to die!"

"Stop! Stop! Papa!"

"Papa, papa. I do love it when you call me that. But-" he leaned closer until his lips were right beside her ear. "We're going to be married parents before too long. How about you start calling me a pet name, one a wife has for her husband. "My mother used to call me Leonello, little lion,"

He was staring at her with a fixed, raw gaze.

"I'll do anything," she whispered. "Just don't hurt him."

"Leave us," instructed Leonardo to Gabe and his soldiers.

When they were gone, he turned to her with a wild gaze. "Leonello," she whispered.

A ghost of a smile flitted across his face. His eyes were lidded. "Good girl."

"Leonello. Leonello. I love you so much."

He was breathing rapidly now, the expression on his face one that she had never seen before. He gripped her waist and began to shove her down on the sofa.

There was a wine bottle on the table. As he pushed her down, she slowly reached for it, anticipating the crack of his skull. And even if he were dead, she would truly be free.

As he settled between her thighs, her fingers closed around it. As he began to press kisses on her bosom, murmuring, "Mama," in a raw, childish voice, her hand closed around it, feeling the heaviness between her fingers.

A commotion sounded outside the door. As Leonardo lifted his head, she took the wine bottle and brought it down.

She was small, and her grip was clumsy, but it gave him a bash on the head nevertheless. He was knocked backwards, to the side of the sofa, and she scrambled up just a familiar figure burst in.

He was wielding a gun, hair in disarray and eyes wild.

"Patience," he barked. "You're coming with me."

She was so glad she began to weep. It was all over. Everything. Her nightmare was gone. "Oh, Salvatore."

"Get in the black car with my brother. We're holding them off, but I don't know for how much longer." He gripped her arm and pulled her forward.

As she left through the snow-covered yard, she heard the distant blasts of gunshots and shouting. A bullet whizzed by her ear.

She jumped in a black car parked outside the gate. In the back seat, Gabe was white-faced and holding a bandage to his cheek. He turned his terrified gaze on her but still had the fatherly conscience to ask, "Are you okay?"

"I... I wish I was."

Salvatore jumped in the driver's seat and gunned the engine. "Let's get the fuck out of here!"

Patience cried silently as they left through the cobblestone road, her eternal nightmare behind her as they left the walled fortress behind her, the shouts and gunfire fading into the distance. Every mile they traveled, they came closer and closer to heaven.

She was free. She was with people who would protect her.

Patience caught Gabe's gaze, and he had the presence of mind to squeeze her hand. "It's all okay, honey."

She began to weep harder then, tears of happiness.

She was leaving the house behind. The torture, the fear, the pain, the misery, all of it was disappearing into the rearview mirror.

Patience Winslow was safe. And it was the strangest, most alien, loveliest feeling she'd ever felt.

She let her head fall sideways onto Gabe's shoulder, and tears of exhaustion began to leak out of her closed eyelids.

***

It wasn't until she woke up in Barbara's house a week later, nausea bubbling up in her stomach, that she felt something was wrong.

When her small nipples began to get tender, the horrified suspicion mounted.

And when she finally missed her period, she knew, inexorably, that her nightmare had come true.

#bonus chapter

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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 5 years

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Fruit And The Work Of Geniuses

Another wip that had been sitting for months that I finally finished. I'm tagging @ravenousscorpian because of a conversation we had a few days ago.

In this fic Doofus Rick wants to solve the problem that concerns the love for a certain kind of fruit.

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A glance at your kitchen pantry said a lot about your dietary habits. Having lived alone for several years, you only bought what you'd eat and wouldn't go bad under your neglect. Therefore, you had amassed a collection of canned food and had only started eating a little better when Zeta-7 came along; gently and carefully introducing foods you'd like and would buy if you came across them. With his influence, you found that instead of just going through meals, you now had to give it a little more effort, and was happy when meals did taste good. However, there was something that he couldn't deny you; the love you had for the taste of canned pineapple.

There were about two shelves full of only canned pineapple and you enjoyed about a can or two a day depending on your mood, but this worried Rick because raw pineapple was obviously better for your health. You thought that who could beat sliced pineapple in 100% fruit juice? Well, he had a few ideas. There was jackfruit, but it was expensive. Rambutan, which wasn't acidic enough, and dragon fruit which wasn't enough. You began to feel a little hurt and just wanted to pop open one of those cans when he came up with an idea.

Let him jar some for you. You were skeptical, which he understood, but you followed him towards the garage where he had everything set up and covered. Oh boy, he was certainly prepared. “Rick, I think it's great that you want to do this for me, but I don't see how it's going to be cost-effective.”

“If y-you buy them at the grocery store,” he began his explanation, his gestures making it more exciting than it actually was; his hair moving about as he tilted his head to glance at you and various items on the room. “then maybe not, but if you get them straight from the fields then th-they are. However, I-I-I know that's not practical for you. So, I-I-I thought of a solution.”

“Which is?”

Pulling out a blue cube from one of his inner lab coat pockets, you saw as his eyes light up with excitement, eager to show you his new, fresh little baby of an invention. “Th-this. Here,” he brightened, “y-you can hold it if you like, it's completely safe.”

Hmm, a blue cube; hadn't you seen that in a movie somewhere? Though, nonetheless, you took it from his hand and found it weighed as much as a pen. “How do you know its safe?”

“I ugh - I-I-I dedicated several weeks to testing it. I had help of-of course.”

“Let me guess, was it from a little blue man?”

“No,” he confessed; his smile warmed by a familial affection. “but from a-a friend. He tends t-t-to travel a lot, but I enjoy his company when he stops by. Luckily, he's doing well, though I hope he visits again while you're here. I think y-y-you would like him.”

“Is he a Rick?”

“No, but he - he's smarter than he's given credit for.”

It couldn't have been that one Morty could it, the one with the eye patch? Impossible. Zeta-7 was a dear, but he didn't have any friends as odd as him, did he? You could only wonder.

“I can see you value it, his intelligence I mean.”

“Mhm, but I'm sure it - it doesn't mean much coming from me.”

“It probably means more than you could ever know. Let's hope that it does.”

“Th-thank you m-mi corazón.”

“No problem. So, what is this thing?”

“What you're holding, it's - it's a dehydrated storage cube. Do y-you want to know how it works?”

“I don't see why not?”

“Gee, I-I don't know, I guess I want t-t-to be sure. I don't want to bore you.”

“Nonsense, you could never bore me. Come on, tell me how it works. I've been dying to see the blackboard. Unless it's been replaced.”

“Gosh, I-I-I didn't. It's right over there behind th-the shelves.”

“Good, then there's no reason for you not to explain it to me. Come on, I know you want to.”

Scratching the back of his neck, he nodded and did as he was told and retrieved the blackboard while you slipped into your own labcoat which had been hanging in the hallway closet. By the time you popped back into the garage, he was only halfway done scribbling the mathematical equations involved. You heard him sigh, and groan as he worried about writing it all down correctly. Now, you weren't much of a math wiz, never had been, but you were highly skilled in flustering him when he was being extraordinarily pleasing or any other time. With his back facing you, there was only one thing you could think of doing.

Wrapping your arms around him, he gasped in surprise, but regardless, he kept on scribbling. “Rick?”

“Mhm?”

“Ricky, the science bean,” you giggled, “just relax. You're not explaining this to a room full of people, but only to me.”

“I-I know, but it's - what if it doesn't work?”

“Then you'll try again, and I'll be there swooning over you as you fill the garage with sparks and sci-fi noises. There's no need to get anxious, because it's going to be great. Don't ever doubt that. I don't.”

Setting down his chalk, he turned around and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “O-o-okay.”

For the next hour he into a brief explanation of where the idea came from, which was definitely technology based off sci-fi as well as the process and what other functions the specialty ray gun could do. Your comments and questions in turn took up another hour, and in the end, instead of going into how amusing and delightful it was, you allowed him to demonstrate it. Giving the cube back to him, he took a deep breath before he dropped it into a large washtub full of water. At first, there was nothing, but then it glowed for a few seconds, before expanding and revealing several dozen pineapples which were stacked nicely in a pyramid. “Wow, now that's pretty.”

“It - it worked.”

“Of course, because you're a genius.”

That endless smile which you thought would fade if it failed was as large and goofy as ever. “Th-thanks for believing me.”

“You're welcome. You know, I don't think I've ever seen this many pineapples in one place. I don't know much about them, except that it takes forever to grow them.

“A-about two years, but longer in colder climates.”

“ Rick, I know I've said it earlier, but I really appreciate this. You never cease to amaze me.”

“Gosh, I'm so glad. I-I really hoped you would. I-I-I-I picked all these at the peak of freshness where th-they will be their sweetest, and I can cut them up and jar them in a jiffy.”

“Question, how do you plan on doing that? It'll take hours, days maybe. Trust me, I've tried it before and it's such a pain.”

“Now, th-that's the fun part.”

Guiding you towards the workbench, he pointed towards a silver toaster. Goodness, this was going to be quite a show, but you couldn't help but smile at not only the effort, but at the excitement; another reminder that above all else that he wasn't only a sweetheart of a boyfriend, but an adorkable mad genius. You only hoped this contraption wouldn't attempt to enslave the human race, or worse, mess up his adorable hairdo.

Fin

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lucisfavoritedemon · 5 years

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Not Another Flower to be Picked

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Language, feeling worthless, pent up anger, angst, slight fluff, a very fierce female main character (yes it's a warning), season 13/14 spoilers.

Word Count: 1881

A/N: Written for @atc74 Fierce Females of Fanfiction Challenge.

She had been living on her own for a long time. She knew how to take care of herself. She could survive days out in the that world and could never be seen. She thought that the camp would make a good temporary home for a while.

She was more in danger there, than she was anywhere. Angels always attacking, always moving, it was a life she couldn't lead. She would still visit though for a while.

A fierce woman who didn't want to stay put. Bobby always called her the flower that was hard to find. If you found it you have luck for all eternity.

The last time she went to the camp was the last time she ever saw that wretched place. For two brothers came and ripped her from its grip.

She didn't mind it though for she had seen the older one before in this world. She had seen him suddenly appear in a orangish warp. She was intrigued by him, so she did what she knew best. She followed wherever he went. She knew how to make herself go unnoticed.

Then the Angels spotted them and all hell broke lose. She was sure he was done for. She knew a recipe to help heal him of his wound.

She slipped the paper to the other man with him. And it worked. Deep down she knew she saved his life, but he would never know.

She knew how she felt towards the man, and she didn't try to hide it either. If you hid your feelings you were a coward. And she made that very clear to him which prompted him into asking her out.

Though the glory of the moment was soon shattered when Michael and Lucifer showed up.

The young Nephilim was able to hold his own with Michael, until Lucifer took his grace and vanished with him and Sam in tow.

Dean was so desperate to save them he did the unthinkable. He let Michael take over. And thus was lost to her for what she was forever.

~*~

"I'm going out I'll be back soon." She called from the entrance stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" Sam said walking up behind her.

"I told you out."

"Not happening."

"But I..."

"No buts Y/n you know the rules."

"I can take care of myself you know?"

"I get that, but..."

"Do you Sam do you? I have spent my entire life running and fighting things that go bump in the night one tiny nest of vamps aren't gonna kill me. I've taken on dozens of nests at once by myself."

"I get that, but it's far too dangerous to be out on your own. Please just go back to your room or to the library. I need you doing what you do best."

"What I do best is hunting Sam. I know you say you get it but I really don't think you do."

"Please you are no good to us dead, so please just stay in the Bunker?"

"Fine, but only because I know you will never drop it until I do."

"Thank you. I actually have a favor to ask of you."

"What's that?"

"Do more research on the bodies found by that railroad in Ohio. We need more info on them."

"Let me guess, you Mary and Bobby are going to Duluth because it could be a possible lead on Dean?"

"Okay fine yes, but I need you here handling things while I'm gone. Can you do that for me?"

"Fine. On one condition."

"Name it."

"Next hunt no matter what you take me with. One hunt that's all I'm asking for."

"I can do that."

"'Kay I'll call you from the road if there are anymore leads, or anything suspicious."

"Thank you."

"No problem, oh and Sam?" Sam looked over his shoulder acknowledging her, "bring him home if you can."

"I will try my best Y/n."

Sam then gathered the remainder of his stuff and headed towards the garage. Y/n was left alone on for the tenth time since she had been living at the Bunker. She didn't care anymore if she was not following orders. Back in her world the only orders she followed was her own. She needed to take care of the nest ASAP or more people were going to die.

"Where do you think you're going?" Cas sneaked up behind her as she finished packing her duffle.

"Doesn't matter. Something that I need to take care of. Since our fearless leader won't do it."

"I know you don't mean that."

"I do Castiel. I do mean it. Innocent people are dying and I'm going to help them. If you dare call Sam and tell him I left I won't ever come back, and you won't be able to track me done either."

She then ran out of the room and up the stairs leaving the Bunker.

It took her 3 hours to drive, track, and kill the entire nest of vamps. She was proud of herself for she still had it in her. She never let herself get to cocky for that is letting your guard down.

She was back at the Bunker before anyone ever realized she was gone. Or so she hoped.

"Thank god you're alright." Cas said as she entered the Bunker.

"Of course I'm okay why?"

"Because Sam called from the road. Marry, Bobby, and he were tracking down Michael and there were Werewolves waiting for them. The thing is silver didn't kill them."

"Oh great he super freaked these monsters too. That's the last thing I need."

"What do you mean?" Cas looked at me still as confused.

"Michael juices monsters up with the perfect amount of grace. Just enough for them to become more powerful. Back home it was a select few, here it seems like every monster is gonna become that way."

"That's not good."

"No because they become harder to kill. Some even harder to identify."

"Great that is the last thing we need."

"What's the last thing we need?" Sam asked as he walked into the bunker.

"Powered up monsters that are harder to kill, and harder to identify." Cas answered for her.

"Great that is the last thing we need, but I do have a surprise for you Y/n."

"Sam I swear if you got me another freaking Bluetooth headset I'm gonna personally kill you myself."

"No, it's..."

Just then a man in a tux vest, white button up, and black pants walks in the room. Y/n knew this man, and was so thankful to have him back.

"How did you get him back from Michael?"

"Michael let me go sweet heart."

"No, I don't trust it. I don't trust him."

"Don't worry it's me, I promise."

"Okay...whatever you say Deano." She was hesitant though around him. She knew how Michael worked and Michael would just let his vessel walk away.

Dean went to change out of what was left of his tuxedo, while Sam stayed out to question Y/n about her whereabouts.

"So how was research?"

"It was good I didn't find anything suspicious about the bodies, but looks like Michael was behind it."

"Yeah trying to create the perfect weapon for his army apparently."

"That doesn't sound good."

"Yeah it's not. Plus you have already known that had you been around here when I told Cas. So where did you go?"

"You know what I am tired of always sitting on the sidelines waiting to help but never getting to because you are worried about me. Well news flash Winchester. I was doing totally fine on my own with no one but me. I'm sure I could handle a tiny best of vamps, and I did. No back up no nothing."

"You promised me you would stay put."

"I know, but I couldn't just sit around while our fearless leader was chasing something that can't be reality. Dean was gone. I was willing to accept that why couldn't you?"

"Because he's my brother!"

She knew that once Michael had people they were gone. There was no saving them.

"I'm out here. Time to move on." She stated grabbing her duffle from under the table.

"You're going to break his heart."

"It's better than still seeing a monster I stand him to turn into. It will happen Sam. Trust me."

Just like that she was gone. On her own again. She ached from not having Dean by her side, but she couldn't stand to have him dangled in her face. She couldn't show Michael that he was her weakness. She had to stay strong to survive.

~*~

"I told you boys about that girl. She is feisty, but good to have around. She is lucky." Bobby informed them.

"You keep saying that, but where is the luck?" Sam asked not seeing where Bobby was going.

"She is rare. She had never allowed herself to love because of how she has learned to survive on her own. But she isn't to be toyed with either. She may not show it but she is sensitive. One wrong move and she's gone. Without a trace."

"We could track her down though..."

"Good luck with that." A voice rang through the ears of all three of the men.

"Y/n?" Dean looked astonished like he was seeing things.

"Hi ya Deano."

"I thought you were gone forever?"

"Not forever just temporary."

"Good. Are you here to stay?"

"On a few conditions."

"Name 'em."

"I go on hunts more often, I will not be another flower to be picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget."

"Got it. You have a deal."

"Dean?"

"Sam I lost her once I'm not losing her again. If she wants to go on more hunts let her. I know why you kept her here, but I trust her."

"Fine, but if one thing goes wrong I put my foot down on her going anymore."

"Sam? I know you're scared of losing me, but they me I have been surviving in that world my whole life. Even before Michael took over. I have always been on my own. I know how to fend for myself. If something happens it'll be my fault. I have learned to keep my guard up. Never let it down. I will be careful."

"Fine."

"Another thing, if I had gone out and taken those vamps out. How many do you think there were?"

"Nests can vary, but since you took them on by yourself I'd say maybe five at the most."

Y/n was soon gonna wipe that smile of his face. For what she was about to tell him was gonna make him think twice about whether she can take care of herself.

"15 Sam. I took down 15 vamps by myself. No help. 3 hours total."

"I say we let her take care of herself aye Sammy. That's my girl." Dean said slapping his brother's shoulder then running to his girl and kissing her lips.

"I know I say I don't need a hero but even sometimes a girl needs saving."

"Oh really?"

"Not this one, but nice try Deano."

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Hey, I saw you were doing headcanon stuff! So, I have this like burgeoning headcanon that Josh x Donna's first daughter is wlw. I don't know if you build off of other people's headcanons, but this one has been with me for a long time, and you are such a talented writer and storyteller in general that I thought maybe you'd be interested in taking a crack out of this very specific headcanon?!? I've just been projecting a lot of brainpower towards it and I want to talk to someone else about it!

Okay, so first, all my future headcanons for TWW spring from this original post that’s gotten around a bit. I’ve written a tiny bit of kidfic using them as well so I decided to connect yours to mine because tbh I love this idea and heck yeah, at least one of their daughters should be queer :D that’s just way more fun than if they’re both straight.

So, given what I’d already sorted out for the future, here are my thoughts. There are oh so many ideas behind the cut because apparently I can’t sleep but I can create a bunch of people out of thin air.

Their eldest daughter, Brianna Joan, started insisting everyone call her ‘Jo’ when she was five. They were both surprised by her stubbornness on the matter, but Josh was secretly pleased since her middle name was a tribute to his sister. Donna assumed it was a phase she would grow out of, like a lot of kids when they’re young and establishing their independence. She didn’t–and Jo later believed it was the first hint that she was never meant to be the girly daughter they might have expected.

Charlotte inherited her mother’s grace under pressure, along with her dancer’s form and creative flexibility. While Jo had Donna’s sass and sense of humor, she shared her dad’s brown hair and eyes, constant need to be in motion, and impulsive streak. Josh liked to say Jo got his athletic prowess, too, but Donna always countered with ‘your what now?’ and made the girls laugh. Jo surpassed him in sports talent by junior high, thanks in no small part to coaching by Charlie’s not-so-little-anymore sister Deena.

Junior high and high school were rough, especially girl’s softball and basketball. The rumors and slurs about which girls were probably gay because they were a little too good on the court or the mound bothered her, especially when she got sick of her unruly hair and cut it off at fourteen and the kids started aiming them at her…but it was hard to do the right thing and stand up to them when she was starting to wonder if maybe they were right.

The first crush she developed on an older, female student that she actually admitted to herself was a crush happened a year later, when she was trying to survive her entrance into high school. She came out to her best friend at sixteen and felt bad that she didn’t tell her parents first, but her dad was still working with the White House occasionally during his “retirement,” and her mom was starting her campaign for Congress, and the last thing Jo wanted to do was make that harder.

It wasn’t like she thought they’d be upset, or disappointed in her, exactly. But a tiny part of her did have doubts, after a couple of her friends had come out to their liberal parents and hit a cruel wall of family double-standards. Surely Josh Lyman and Donna Moss, champions of progressive causes, wouldn’t be that way…she hoped.

Just to be safe, Jo told them the week after her mom won her Congressional campaign, when it would cause the least trouble if they did freak out. Donna wasn’t surprised, not even a little, and only shared her worries at night with Josh. She knew how hard it was to be a woman in the world, and it could only be more painful for their eldest facing additional discrimination on top of that. “We just have to love her even harder,” Donna whispered, “and hope it’ll be enough.”

Unlike his wife, Josh was–as always–oblivious. Jo coming out was big surprise, but one he was happy about. She trusted them enough to tell them, and include them in her confusing teenage life. Surely that meant they were on the right track. “And hey,” he offered up in the initial shock of her disclosure, “I can’t exactly blame her. Women…are great. I’m a big fan. Of them.”

Just like he did with all the girl’s activities over the years, from dance to soccer, Josh threw himself into being a parental ally until he annoyed Jo with his enthusiasm. PFLAG, marches, fundraisers, sponsoring local clubs…"which one of us is gay again?” she would mutter to her sister with an eyeroll sometimes, out of earshot of the DC dad with the rainbow t-shirt passing out mini flags.

She was grateful though, especially after she survived college, and law school, and volunteered at a nonprofit that exposed her to so many kids whose parents didn’t care if they lived or died, simply because of who they turned out to be. Josh started getting handmade cards for his birthday and Father’s Day every year, filled with Jo’s illegible handwriting–that, he knew, she definitely didn’t get from him–telling him how much she loved and appreciated him. He put them on the fridge next to the sketches her little sister sent, like they were both still in grade school. Donna teased him about that, but whenever their friends visited she was the first one to casually point them out.

In the family, Charlotte was the only one that ever gave Jo any grief about her sexuality. It was mostly sibling sniping, because Charlotte was quieter than her sister but even more competitive, and she was never quite able to catch up with the three year gap between them. Still, it made Jo uncomfortable in her late teens because she and her baby sister were always so close growing up, and she couldn’t tell if the snark was coming from someplace deeper. When Charlie was fifteen, she got a week’s suspension for breaking a boy’s nose after he called her valedictorian sister a slur she refused to repeat to anyone. Jo worried less after that, and the sarcastic comments never happened again.

Toby’s son Huck came out as bisexual in college, and Jo joined his twin sister in being his closest support system while he braced for his parents’ reactions. There was a lot of hugging, and some knowing looks between Toby and Josh when the kids weren’t paying attention, and Huck had to pay Jo twenty bucks because she promised it would go over fine and he was certain it would be a disaster. He never learned to love the Yankees but he shared his father’s temperament from an early age. He and Charlie dated briefly in their twenties, causing a minor scandal to ripple through the connected families.

CJ’s daughter Nora, who was like a distant cousin Jo never got to visit enough in sunny California, only allowed the family to use her full name. She got a lot of weird looks when strangers overheard, or friends found out how old-fashioned it was, but Jo liked to call her by it anyway when they chatted. She never got to meet her dad’s mentor, and she thought based on the stories she’d heard that he would be embarrassed but proud to learn that Claudia Jean named her firstborn Leonora after she left the White House.

Nora was the one who introduced Jo to her future wife, an architect based out of Sacramento with an independent streak and temper that secretly reminded Josh of one of his exes. Unlike him and Amy, Jo and her fiance were a happy fit, sharing similar political beliefs but no professional rivalry. They spent as much time at home swapping stories and advice about their demanding careers as they did on community activism. Jo mellowed out a little after they got married–”she’s so much like you,” Donna told Josh with a smile–and they moved five times in three years before buying a house and starting their attempts to have a family.

That was the first time Jo ever really surprised her mom, who cried when she found out they were expecting. “I thought…you never talked about wanting kids,” Donna said carefully, and Jo just grinned that bright grin that was so much like her father’s. “I needed some time,” she told her mom, “to figure out what I wanted. But I think that if I manage to be half as good at it as you were, I’ll be an amazing mom.”

Josh and Donna bantered anxiously in the waiting room while each of their eldest daughter’s three kids came into the world. Two she gave birth to, and one she didn’t. They spoiled them all the same.

And when Charlotte brought the Lyman-Moss legacy back to the White House, Jo’s youngest son got to hunt Easter Eggs on the lawn. He stood next to his aunt during the photo op, just one of a dozen kids surrounding the first female President of the United States.

#seriously #just so. many. thoughts #this got totally out of hand #josh x donna #headcanons #it's super fun to play with future fic i must say #tww #replies #theonewithwaytoomanyfandoms

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take-it-slow-and-glow · 2 years

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Dylan,

I'm so lost right now, it hurts. You said that you haven't loved me in years, but your actions don't align with what you were saying. I've spoken to a few people who also have been in very similar situations. Everyone said that they felt like they haven't loved their partner for a while, but it was just their depression clouding their minds. As their meds or therapy got kicked into gear, their feelings returned. I fucking hope that is the case. I really do. Depression fucks with your head in the worst way, making you think things you normally would never even consider.

Trust me, trust me, I don't want you to think I'm trying to invalidate your feelings, because right now these feelings are very real for you. But it's not you.

The Dylan I know is compassionate, loving, would give the goddamn shirt off his back for someone, has a smile that lights up a room and a laugh that anyone around him can feel in their soul. The man I see now is vacant, he seems so lost.

Now I know that right now the vacancy feels like it is you. I know you have had it within you all these years. The ever-present emptiness consumed you when you broke down under all the stress. Baby, I cannot blame you for anything that is happening right now.

I need to ask you something. Did you do anything with her. If you did, I'm not mad. I promise. I can't kick this feeling that you are isolating because you feel guilty. Whether the guilt comes from what is happening now or because you may have done something with her. If you did, just fucking tell me. Please. You've dragged me along on this road for long enough only telling me a part of the story each time.

If you did, and you want to be with her, I can't stop you. I know that. She can give you things that I can't. What you need to understand is that while she can spend time with you doing things we used to do, you won't find the love and commitment in her that you have with me. I may not have her money, I may not be worldly like her, I may not be as able-bodied as her, but I can give you my heart.

I almost thought that if I could be like her, then maybe you would love me. I don't want to be like her. I want to be myself again, I haven't in years. I wanna be the woman you fell in love with, the one you promised to stay with, the one you saved.

I'm becoming her again, slowly. This time though, I'm making a few changes.

I'm taking my meds, I will be healthy.

I'm taking care of myself, I will be happy.

I'm becoming self-sufficeint, I will be responsible.

I'm letting go of my fears, I will be strong.

I'm learning to love myself, I will be loved.

Although everything going on has caused me more pain than I thought I would be able to survive, it's making me stronger. I am stronger now than I ever have been. I needed this pain. We both needed this.

When you said that you were going to work on not hating yourself as much, that meant so much. It honestly blew me away. That is a HUGE step for you, and I am fucking proud.

I know getting help has never really been on our agenda, but I think we both needed to go through some shit to make us get the help that we need. I know we will both be better because of this.

Before I end this note, please hear me out.

I know you feel nothing, or at least that is what you have told me. You feel no romantic attachment towards me, and you don't see what we have here as home; but listen. Think of all that we have here, all that there is available to you. Three acres of land with a house on it, ours. A porch with a beautiful view of the mountains, and a stunning view of the stars. Acres of land for you to do whatever you wish with, whatever your heart desires. A home with ample room for us both and a half dozen dumbass cats (and if you would like, I believe we can wiggle in a dog for you sweety). A warm bed to sleep in at night and hot breakfast every morning if you would like. Homecooked meals whenever you want, and a wife that is so deeply devoted to you.

We have a relationship that has been growing and blossoming for years. Both of us have been through so much together, we've fought our demons side by side and made it through hell just to have what we do. We worked our asses off for everything; our love, our home, our life. Do you really want to give all of this up? Is what we have not worth fighting for?

Love is a funny thing, I know, and depression can fuck with our heads in the worst ways imaginable. But my dear I really do think that if we put our heads together we can build a world worth fighting for- we already have one. Our lives will only get better from here. I'm making enough money to take care of us both so you don't have to work unless you want to. I can show you how to do what I do and we can get a pop-up camper and travel the country come next spring. We can start to really, truly live.

I would do anything. Fucking anything. Ask and you shall receive, because my love, we have something worth fighting for. Don't let your head break you down, you are stronger than your thoughts.

#for you

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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 6 years

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The Little Big Things (1/4)

(@ricksanchezdwc) So like we had done not too long ago, me, @hoodoo12 @porkchop-ao3 @rickstexaschick are doing the same prompt cause we all loved the idea.

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Chapter 1: The Phyto Princess

Within the span of time it took for him to pull out his portal gun, and type in the coordinates, you had already imagined about a dozen places, and twice as many scenarios.

Rick made it look so easy; twisting dials, and pressing buttons in order to get from point a, to point whatever, but without the proper coordinates and code input, one could scatter their fragments all across the cosmos, without the hope of joining back together all in one piece; the thought often a source of uncalled for anxiety. True, this wasn't like star trek, with its one episode plots, or backstory to reference when you least expected it, but a valid concern that you had yet to address; you blamed it on your curiosity. Having read the notes of Zeta-7s early portal gun schematics, there was the blemish of fear that arose when you least expected it. Sometimes, it didn't feel like it mattered all that much, especially when you were in one of your moods, but more often than not, you hoped Rick would never mess up; or be two cups of coffee short. Contributing factors to your anxiety included the day to day annoyances, time, or how your hair looked that day, but in another one of his attempts to brighten your spirits, he made plans for a surprise adventure; your assumption being anywhere away from buildings or people.

You knew he was trying his best to keep you happy, but you wondered sometimes what he'd say if you told him he didn't have to. It wasn't his job, but you refrained from telling him, because if it weren't for the fact that you trusted and adored Zeta-7, then you would have refused in favor of staying local more often, especially when you weren't in the mood. Oh, but where was the fun in that? Maybe, it'd help; likely it wouldn't.

Today, there were other things the matter, like the doubt which appeared when you recalled the memories from a false dream, and you were confused about what had been the reality and what had been the dream. With thoughts of the past, also came the remembrance of old regrets; many you thought you had buried under reasoning and change, but you were terribly human. You weren't a genius, and you didn't always think about what you'd say before you said them, so you made mistakes; a lot more than you'd care to admit. Because of this, you had been a source of concern, and added to Zeta-7s stress, and this made you stressed because he already had enough on his plate, and this made you worry for his well being. Waves of dread which would wash over you at the thought of getting lost, or forgetting him, misunderstanding, even while gripping his hand as sure and tight as you could when you stepped through the portal were but impediments to your happiness; the worry you felt for scenarios that hadn't occurred, these too fed the monster of anxiety.

It would be okay, you'd say to yourself. It should've been okay, to step through the portal as you had done so dozens of times before, but then there was your heart beating a mile a minute, begging otherwise. You've watched Zeta-7 do it hundreds of times as well, coming out safe and sound, so you could do this, and would do it. Still, what reason did you have to worry or doubt?

Well, there were places no one came back from; you've heard the stories, you listened to Ricks theories, but again they were stories; cautionary tales that taught lessons. And like now, you fought that lingering fear, the tingling in your limbs, the bloom of tightness in your chest, and made sure you still felt Rick's long, thin, bony fingers laced with yours, holding on for dear life while repeating you're little mantra. On the other side he was still there, and you felt his relief, and with your other hand, you shielded your eyes from the resplendence of the sun, until they could adjust to the scene around you. “Rick,” you gasped, glancing a little at everything; your confidence building as delight overcame your anxiety. “where have you taken me?”

This must have pleased him, cause when he smiled, every wrinkle spoke of his laughter, and his electric blues were brimming with happiness.“W-why don't you look and - and see?”

Curiosity got the better of you as you let go, but reassured by his gentle smiles, you explored what was all around you; his warmth one of the best certainties. All around, the landscape stretched, it curved and there were bends a little ways ahead; you could smell hints of petrichor, and the ground fertile and verdant, with patches of silver grass which whistled when touched. You wondered if they could do more than whistle; laughing because many thoughts of yours had been but a velleity, and you almost moved on, but when the fuzzy blades of grass leaned forward to pat you on the head before returning to their place, you gasped. Were they supposed to do that? Nearby, exposed roots shimmered, and when you approached them, they pulled away from the ground, and bowed in obeisance before returning to their place. You flashed Rick that look that said you were confused, and his mouth hung open in astonishment. Still, he hadn't said a word, and watched on; his hand moving a mile a minute as he took down notes.

Above your heads, were bell like flowers that changed their tune whenever you passed them, and the walkway was littered with mushrooms that made your skin tingle pleasantly when you sat upon them; as unsettling as it was, you were feeling good, as though they absorbed all the negative feelings, and left you with the good ones. Where your feet hung above the ground, an indigo milk cap sprung up so that you could step off. At this point you began to wonder if the forces and plants around you were bending at your will. Considering Rick hadn't warned you yet, or impeded your curiosity in anyway, then he was either waiting for you to ask, or he was studying you; as he usually would. “Rick,” you wondered, as you stepped over the small stones that buzzed like worker bees. “did we shrink, or has the world gotten bigger?”

“Well,” he chuckled, eager to hold on to your hand again. “it’s - it's neither. Everything here is bigger, while w-we remained the same. Neat isn't it?”

Neat was an understatement.

“It is,” You agreed, which made him stand a little taller, and smile a bit brighter. “but I could have sworn we stepped into a Honey I shrunk the kids movie or something. I guess not, but something strange is going on. Haven't you noticed? You probably have, but I just want to check.”

“You're right, I-I-I have, and it makes me wonder what w-would happen if you wanted the flowers to walk? I-I guess that sounds silly.”

“No,” You softened. “it doesn't, but I don't think it works that way. I'm not a god or anything, and I'm pretty sure fairy dust ain't going to cut it, and make these giants move. But if you want me to, I could try.”

The only giants you had ever seen were the western sequoias. You had walked amongst those natural giants, whose respective histories were their own, and you wouldn't question how they came to be; for they existed before you, before Rick. They were the testament of endurance, withstanding centuries of rain, fire, and growth, but here….like many things he showed you was a first. Curious as to what might happen, you thought about the orange star like flowers moving, and bending down to your level. And, because it was your will, they did.“Rick,” you continued, after your initial shock passed. “I'm not imagining things am I? Did…. did that just happen?”

Reading the results from his scanners, and checking the footage from his camera, he exclaimed. “It - it did. It really did!”

“Is that good? I don't know.”

With raised brow, he chuckled to himself, and put away his scanner, and notepad. “Gosh, y-you're just full of - of surprises aren’t you?”

“Honestly, I have no point of comparison. So you're going to have to be upfront with me, and tell me if I'm going to be okay.”

“Y-you're more than o-okay, you're perfect.”

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The sun bathed the earth in delicious warmth, the sparkling dew feeding the thirst of the green.

The pleasant sounds of humming, and their songs had become an uplifting melody. Like kisses upon your skin, the wind made you ticklish, and you needed Ricks assistance so that you wouldn't fall over laughing. It seemed you were sensitive to the environment, which made you go through waves of pleasant emotions, but it was exhausting. Hopefully your life force wasn't being absorbed by them.

“Rick, I think I hear music. Can you tell me why? Or is it my imagination?”

“I'll ugh - I'll be able to tell y-you in a jiffy.”

Flipping through his notes, his brow was raised in confusion. “Um, t-t-to be honest, this is the first time I've seen them act this - this way. They seem t-to be imitating a song, possibly from your subconscious. Do y-you recognize it? Does it - it remind you of anything?”

You stopped in your tracks, and took a moment to earnestly listen before you answered. “It reminds me of your ukulele being played on a refreshing afternoon.”

Eyes wide, you knew he was eager to hear more, curiosity coloring his response. “Is th-that so?”

“Yeah. I love hearing you play,” Which was very true. Rick was a wonderful musician, able to play almost any instrument he picked up. Other Ricks were probably just as talented, but unless they were the legendary Steinway, you doubted anyone could play with as much emotion. You continued. “and the happy sounds that are made in between your laughs, and the strumming of strings, and the way you look at me when you play. Goodness, it warms my heart, and makes me love you even more. You…you always have a way of stirring my emotions.”

“Y-you really like it that much?”

“Like it? I adore it, and your guitar playing too. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you practically seduced me with those serenades on the front porch, and those evenings indoors when it was raining. I have no idea what you were thinking about at the time, but hopefully it was of me.”

Sentimental words always made him pliable, and he never really knew how to answer, or what the correct words should be, but he tried, and in his earnestness, he'd lean towards you as though he were about to kiss you, but he'd stop before doing so. As though he were reigning himself, he'd close his eyes, taking a few deep breaths before he'd continue. Pressing a light kiss on your forehead, he softened. “I - I always have you on my mind, though I-I didn't - it wasn't my intention back then to….I didn't know you felt that way. I'm not in the habit t-to seduce anyone or….” He faltered, his cheeks dusted in a lovely blush.

Silly man. One of these days, maybe he'd understand when you were flirting and teasing him, and not misconstrue your delight with accusations. You cupped his cheek, encouraging him to look at you. “You're so sweet. I know you wouldn't do that. But either way, I enjoyed it all the same.”

Leaning into your touch, you saw the beginnings of a smile, but his blush was still going strong. “Gosh, now I'm not s-s-so sure, but I - maybe I - oh, I'm s-sorry.”

“Don't be sorry dear. If I didn't want you to, I would have stopped you at the point when you first asked me over for dinner. I mean, I never really thought you were trying anything either. We were just friends, having a good time, and I fell in love with you. Maybe we should thank that ukulele of yours for all the happy hours we had singing silly little songs.”

“I ugh - I should have brought it with me then, because y-you like it.”

“There's always next time. Though, it's been awhile since you played. You must miss it.”

“I-I do,” he admitted, passing a hand through his hair. “but it's because I've been b-busy. I'm sorry a-about that too. I've been away and w-we haven't had much time to ourselves.”

“Rick it's okay, I understand. You have important stuff to do”

“You - you say that, but it bothers me when I have t-t-to leave you for extended periods at a time. I don't like it, and I-I guess maybe I'm being silly. That's what happens when y-you get old. You either want t-t-to be alone or have company all the time. What am I even saying? I'm going off on a-ag….”

Pressing a finger to his mouth, you quieted him. “You already do a great job in trying to make me happy, and I'm not disappointed.”

“Y-you're not?”

“Of course not. I mean, I can't help but miss you, but you've always been a busy guy. How you manage to make time for me and still have time for your hobbies is beyond me, but that's the thing about you Rick, you're not like most people. And every moment with you is wonderful. The question you should be asking is what have I done for you? What can I do to make you feel better?”

“By p-p-putting up with me.”

Pressing a kiss on his cheek, you giggled. “If you mean by loving you, then I'm on it.”

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After a series of small, quick experiments, Rick had come to realize that these plants listened mostly to you and not so much him. Oh, he had his theories, a few of them making you giggle, but for the most part, this is what he understood.“These plants here, I-I had thought they were empathic, but they must - must be trying to trigger a response. I believe they are fascinated b-by you, because I've already spent many happy hours here on - on this planet, but you haven't.”

Placing your hands on your hips, it was your turn to raise a brow. “Rick, if you put it that way, then it means I'm trending.”

“Gosh, I-I-I suppose. Is that the terminology these days? Does it mean you're popular?”

Zeta-7 really could be adorable when he wasn't trying to be, especially when he wasn't always aware of what was current. “Yes, but what are you really saying?”

“That they must r-really like you,” he smiled, jotting down a few notes, before taking out his scanner, and checking the results. “and if I'm correct, then they prosper off these pleasant emotions of - of yours. How fascinating.”

“Can they hear my thoughts?”

“N-no mi corazón,” he chuckled. “they can feel you. Plants are - are surprising organisms—without brains and central nervous systems, they are still able t-t-to sense the environment that surrounds them. They - they can perceive light, scent, touch, wind, even gravity, and are able t-to respond to sounds, too. These plants here are a-a little different, and can sense your every emotions, reflecting your feelings, which I-I guess means you're currently in a pleasant mood.”

“Of course I am, it's beautiful here, and I'm with you.”

After you had said this, a gust of wind rushed by, which rustled the golden leaves, the force of it almost knocking you over, though Rick was quick to grab you by the waist. “Are y-y-you okay?”

You could hear the bell flowers ring, and quietly you thanked them and the forces at work around you, which seemed to bend and curve at your will; whose comedic timing was cliché to say the least. “I am now. Thank you Rick.”

Scratching the back of his neck, he let go, and made himself busy by scanning the branches and plant debris. “L-l-like you already said it's ugh - feels like a-a land for giants. I know their size is attributed t-t-to the mineral rich soil. And I-I thought it would be nice to spend a-a day here, but you look tired. Not t-to mention the plants behavior.”

“I'm not that tired. But man, it's incredible to be able to will the elements, but I'm sorry Rick, I kind of don't know what I'm doing here or whether I have any control over it. Imagine, that kind of power in the wrong hands could be dangerous. So, I'll try not to cause too much trouble.”

“It's okay, I'm sure y-you won't. I-I do wonder if they can understand what we're saying.”

With a shrug, you replied. “It's worth a try.”

You smiled up at the canopy of leaves, admiring the way the light filtered through the spaces in between. “We appreciate the hospitality, and the lovely music, as well as your stimuli. Oh, and as much as I appreciate you playing matchmaker, you don't have to try so hard. You see, we're already together,” you winked at Zeta-7, who blushed at the gesture. “but secretly, I think Rick's enjoying it. Either way, I hope you'll be kind to us.”

When you had finished, a mushroom ran by, and dropped a gift at your feet before returning to its place. You waited for Ricks approval before peeling back the leaves that were held together by dried vines, revealing a pair of matching bracelets, that seemed to be nothing more then weaved, golden branches. “I think this is for us. See?” you pointed to the inner branch. “This one has your initials.”

Scanning them, Rick found that they were safe, and you two proceeded to try them on, and all at once, you felt warmth wash over you as you glanced at Rick. And when he glanced at you, a vine began to grow and flower, decorating his bracelet in magnificent, lapis blue blooms. “Wow, that's - I've never seen anything like it.”

You haven't either, but that was thing, you always experienced new things when you were with him. Like now, you felt all jittery, and nervous, and when he took your hand to kiss it, your bracelet bloomed, and you just had to pull away, because it felt strange; like a little piece of you was taken away. “Rick, this place is something else. Are you sure it's safe?”

You wanted to be sure, because having him near you all of a sudden was overwhelming, like a dozen butterflies fighting the wind. What was with this place?

“Mhm, I'm sure. I've done extensive research over th-the last couple of weeks t-to make sure we can relax.”

“Really? Nothing toxic or poisonous? No animals or creatures to worry about?”

Taking your hand in his again, you felt a great calm, and the bloomed flowers grew, and vines spread; everywhere they touched, made you feel cozy, and sleepy. So, so sleepy. Perhaps you should say something, but he was happy, and you didn't want that smile to fade, and you allowed him to explain. “Creatures? No, not - not yet. Maybe in a-a couple of years, but not now. This planet is still fairly new, and there's no telling when it - it will be inhabited. For now there's just us, and these w-wonderful plants.”

It was going to be fine you told yourself, and smiling up at him, you replied happily, with a voice soft with affection. “Okay, whatever you say Ricky.”

And like a deep yearning, the vines on his bracelet grew three times their size, and stretched out, just to kiss your face a dozen times; they wanted to delight you. It scared Zeta-7 a bit, but you could only giggle, cause they were just like him; earnest, eager, and sweet.

TBC

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