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stxrrywildflower · 4 years

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out of the old (2)

pairing - spencer reid x reader

summary - you think about leaving the bau while the team focuses on trying to get you back

warning - cursing, slight smut but not really

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after your mom opened the door and you greeted her, you were pulled into a tight hug. your dad came down the stairs next, also hugging you.

your sister and brother-in-law and brother and sister-in-law were next. you had greeted all of them before speaking up.

“is everyone home?” you asked, shocked that your entire were all home.

“first week of surfing season sis, none of us wanted to miss it,” your brother spoke as he came up beside you, ruffling your hair. being the youngest, you were used to it.

at that moment, your sister noticed that you didn’t exactly look okay. plus the fact that with your job you didn’t get to visit much, it was suspicious that you showed up with no warning and a suitcase. “mom, dad, would you mind giving us a moment?” your sister asked. your parents moved into the kitchen to make a cup of tea while everyone else moved into the living room. you collapsed on your couch and tossed your badge onto the table. it had become uncomfortable in your pocket. you sat criss-crossed and looked around the room.

your brother and his wife took the loveseat while your sister sat next to you and your brother-in-law was on the floor. “so what’s going on?”

you took a deep breath. “do you remember the name erin strauss?” you first asked. after seeing nods from everyone in the room, you continued. “she has made work horrible. she told me in not good enough to be in the fbi. plus, after this last case, she said i would be suspended next time i made a mistake. i just kinda snapped and asked my boss for a resignation form. he convinced me to take a few days off before i made my decision. so i came out here,” you revealed.

the room was silent for a moment before your brother-in-law mumbled ‘that bitch!’ under his breath causing everyone to laugh. that made you smile and cheer up slightly. then your brother spoke up, “what about spencer?” you pressed your lips together at the mention of your boyfriend.

“i left him a note at my apartment. everyone is still at work so he hasn’t seen it yet,” you spoke as you looked at the time on your phone, mentally calculating the time difference.

you rubbed your head slightly, not really wanting to think about the situation anymore. your sister-in-law noticed this and stood up. “well it’s still pretty early in the day. why doesn’t everyone go get changed and we’ll head down to the beach,” she suggested.

everyone quickly agreed to that and rushed upstairs to the rooms they were staying in. you loved your childhood room. your parents had gone through and painted it grey as well as keeping the minimalist layout you always had. and then there was a view.

you were incredibly fortunate that your parents had steady jobs and been able to purchase a beachfront house. you and your siblings were practically raised on the beach. your room had overlooked the ocean. you spent a few moments looking out the window before going to get changed.

you changed into a swimsuit and grabbed an old backpack, filling it with necessary things for the beach. after that, you grabbed your wetsuit which was hanging on a hook. your brother reappeared a few moments later holding your surf board. you took that, met up with your siblings, and went walking to the beach.

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on the other side of the country, the bau team had a tough time focusing on their work. as soon as the clock struck five, spencer was in the elevator and in his car, driving to your apartment.

once inside, he had a spare key, he noticed a note sitting on the table. spencer delicately opened it and read the message you wrote. he smiled at your words before pulling out his phone to text you.

y/n,

just saw your message. i love you so much sweetheart. take all the time you need.

with that, he took the note and left your apartment, driving to his own with the intent of getting ready to meet the team later. at 6:30 he left his apartment and began his drive to rossi’s.

after arriving at 7 on the dot, spencer noticed that almost everyone had already arrived. however, a car pulled in behind reid. out came derek and garcia who waved slightly at spencer. the three walked up to the front door of the large house. derek quickly knocked on the door and it opened a few moments later to reveal rossi who ushered the group in. after walking into the kitchen and receiving a drink, spencer sat down at the table with his team.

“first off, i need to stress that what we talk about doesn’t leave this room. it sounds extreme but it’s for the best,” hotch stated.

“as some of you know, strauss has been extremely out of line with y/n. after the last case, strauss told y/n that she does not deserve to be in the fbi and is not a good enough profiler to be on the team. next time she makes a mistake, no matter how big or small, she will be suspended. after telling me this earlier today, y/n requested a resignation form,” hotch revealed.

“so strauss is bullying y/n into quitting?” emily asked and scoffed when hotch nodded.

“i convinced her to take the rest of the week off and give me her final decision on monday. i haven’t heard anything from her and currently have no idea where she is.”

this time spencer spoke up, “i went to her apartment after work. she left me a note saying she’s okay and just needs some time to clear her head.”

hotch turned to garcia who had her laptop open. “can you track her cellphone?” garcia chuckled and made a remark before typing. after a few moments, she spun her computer around to reveal a map of california. there was a little red marker on the coast of san diego.

“that’s her parents house. i guess she went home. are there any security cameras? i know she said she was okay but i just want to see it in person,” spencer asked. this time it took garcia a minute but when the screen was shown again, it was of a security camera of the sidewalk and the houses on the street. it was taken a few hours ago but it was still better than nothing.

walking down the street was you along with four other people. you had your wetsuit unzipped and the top part was down around your waist, revealing your swimsuit top. your surfboard was tucked under your arm as you laughed at something one of the other people in your group said. the team noticed how happy and carefree you looked in the short time you had been away from work.

“who’s she with?” j.j. asked.

spencer leaned closer to the screen and narrowed his eyes. “that’s her sister, brother, sister-in-law, and then her brother-in-law,” he explained. the team nodded, happy with the results and garcia exited the screen.

“now that we know she’s safe, what are we going to do about strauss?” derek asked. hotch glanced at rossi. “there’s only one thing to do but it is going to take a lot of effort on our side and potentially affect the team,” rossi spoke.

“we would need to file a harassment charge against strauss which would then go to her higher ups at the fbi,” hotch explained. the team looked at each other. to go to strauss’s higher ups could be risky.

“before we do anything, i need to know if you are all in. i have faith that we could put a case together and get y/n back but it’s going to talk a lot of effort,” hotch added. just as the team was about to respond, everyone’s phones buzzed. surprisingly, it was a text from you.

i know you have garcia tracking me. i’ll call on friday at 9, your time

the team was satisfied with your text and set their phones down. for the next hour or so, the team went over different security footage garcia obtained from the bau building in an effort to put a good case together.

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on friday at six, nine washington d.c. time, you logged onto your laptop. after clicking on dial for garcia’s computer, you sat back in your seat. a few moments went by before the teams faces appeared, all on the same screen.

from the other side, spencer took in your appearance. you already looked more tan, your hair was curly from the salt water and you looked a lot happier.

“hi guys,” you greeted softly. after seeing the teams smiles, emily spoke up, “y/n! how are you?” you thought about that for a moment before responding.

“i feel a lot better. i think being home and being in the sun without having to really worry about anything or anyone is doing me good,” you smiled. you then observed the team looking around at each other. “what’s going on? i already know you tracked me so you might as well tell me.”

hotch pressed his lips together. “we have enough evidence to file a harassment charge against strauss. that way, you can return and her position will most likely be altered.”

“you what?” you spoke, voice dangerously low.

“y/n we can get strauss out of the fbi for good,” morgan spoke up. you rubbed the bridge of your nose with your hand. “why would you do that. this is compromising all of your positions. at this point i really don’t even know if i want to return, and strauss isn’t the only reason,” you revealed.

“we want you back at the fbi. like i said, strauss can be removed from her position and you don’t have to deal with her anymore,” morgan responded. you pressed your lips together. “don’t,” was all you said. j.j. looked at her team before responding, “y/n we need you. we’re just trying to help.”

just as j.j. finished saying those words, you snapped. “maybe i don’t want your help, okay? i’m really happy with my family. i really don’t know if i want to return for multiple reasons. please, just leave me alone. i don’t want or need your help,” you pleaded before shutting your screen, thus ending the call.

you stood up and began to move out of your room, pushing past your various family members who were lingering in the hallway and in the other rooms in the house. once making it to the back door, you stepped out and began walking the twenty feet it took you to get to the beach.

once reaching the sand, you sat down, pulling your knees up to your chest. you looked out at the ocean, feeling a sense of calm from it. you couldn’t believe that your team wanted to put a case against strauss. it would put their positions in jeopardy and for what? you didn’t even know if you wanted to go back to d.c. plus you were sure strauss could manipulate the case somehow.

the more you thought about it, the more you realized how much you missed your family and your love for san diego. you were sure that if you requested a transfer to one of the offices on the west coast, closer to home, strauss would be happy to write you a reference letter. she would be overjoyed that her least favorite agent was finally gone.

constant thoughts and scenarios swirled in your head. you leaned back into the sand, now looking at the sky. the tears formed in your eyes and with the positon you were in, they began to leak out, going directly into the sand. you had no idea what to do.

the team was obviously a little shell shocked at your response. hotch and rossi looked at each other, unsure of what to do. garcia was close to tears. j.j., morgan, and emily noticed the youngest agent stand up, grab his bag, and put on his coat.

“where you going spencer?” emily asked.

“san diego,” was all spencer responded before he handed her his gun and moved out the door. once reaching his car, he pulled up an airlines website and booked the first flight to san diego, thankful that he had a go bag in his car.

you had stayed on the beach until close to 11 that night. you were lucky that you remembered to bring a sweatshirt which kept you warm as the temperatures dropped. being on the beach with no one to bother you really calmed you down and left you time to think.

after walking back up to your house, you noticed that your parents were already asleep in their rooms but your brother and sister were sitting at the tv. your brother-in-law and sister-in-law were most likely upstairs. they offered you smiles.

“hey baby sis, how are you feeling?” your brother asked.

“a lot better. still have no idea what i’m going to do with the news i received from my team earlier. it’s confidential before you ask. but i think being on the beach gave my time to think,” you explained. your siblings were content with that answer and went back to watching tv.

your brother had gone to his room around midnight and your sister about thirty minutes after that. you kept the tv on, watching a random documentary that mad managed to capiture your mind for a few hours. when you looked at the clock, it read 2:07. you stood up with the intent to go to bed but a knock on the door stopped you.

‘who the hell is knocking on our door at two in the morning?’ you thought to yourself, mentally cursing yourself for not having your gun on you.

you grabbed the next best thing which happened to be an empty beer bottle your brother had drank. you opened the door slowly, keeping the bottle at your side. however, at the other side of the door was who you’d least expect.

“spencer?” you asked, rubbing your eyes to make sure your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you.

“hey,” he breathed out. you opened the door more, allowing for him to come in. you noticed he was in the clothes he had worn when you were on a call with the team and had a go bag in hand. “how are you?” was all he asked.

you rolled your eyes before you moved past him to throw out the bottle and point to the stairs. “we can talk about this in the morning. you know where my room is. i’ll be up in a second,” you spoke, rubbing at your temple.

after refilling your resuable water bottle, you too made your way up the stairs. the door to the bathroom was shut, you assumed spencer was inside because no one was in your room. you quickly got changed into shorts and a t-shirt before making your way back towards the bathroom.

the door opened after you knocked quietly. inside was spencer, true to your suspicion. he had on shorts and a simple plain grey v-neck. you would be lying if you said he didn’t look good. he had his glasses on and was in the middle of brushing your teeth. he shot you a small smile before you grabbed your own toothbrush.

close to ten minutes later, you were both done. spencer grabbed his clothes and toiletry bag before following you back to your room. he tossed his clothes in the hamper after you motioned for him to do so. you shut off the major light in your room, leaving a night light on in the corner, knowing spencer’s discomfort with the dark.

as you crawled into bed, you turned away from him, keeping your focus on the wall. you knew spencer was laying beside you, staring at the back of your head and waiting for you to turn over but you didn’t just yet.

“i’m really mad at you, you know,” you spoke, breaking the silence.

“i know, i’m sorry,” spencer spoke. the sadness in his voice almost made you cry. “technically i have today and tomorrow to still make me decision,” you informed him.

“what happened to talking about it in the morning?” he teased. with that, you turned over so the two of you were now facing each other. neither made a move towards the other but just looked on. once making eye contact, you noticed his puples dialate. spencer could barely make out your features in the low light but he knew you were trying to hide a smile. he thought you looked gorgeous.

much to his surprise, you moved forward and pressed your lips to his as your hand made your way to his cheek. spencer pulled you closer, arms wrapping around your back as the moment went on. the mint flavor of your toothpaste was still very much there.

you pulled away after needing air but you both didn’t move. you pressed your head deep into spencer’s chest as he adjusted to get more comfortable. “i’m sorry for leaving you,” you mumbled tiredly. spencer placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“try and get some sleep,” was all he responded. you shut you eyes, very content laying with your boyfriend. both of you fell asleep quickly and neither wanted to admit that it was the best sleep you had in awhile.

you woke up the next morning to two things. the sunlight that streamed through your blinds as well as the smell of pancakes from downstairs. you removed yourself from spencer’s grip and sat up as the events of the early morning came back to you. you smiled slightly when you thought about the slight make out session the two of you had. as you looked at the clock on your desk, 9:00 blinked back at you.

then, you turned to spencer who was still very much asleep, curled up in the position the two of you had slept in before you sat up. you moved your hand to brush some of his short hair that had fallen into his face.

“morning,” he mumbled, morning voice shining through. you leaned down close to his lips as his eyes slowly opened. “your morning voice is hot,” you complimented. spencer grinned slightly, slowly sitting up. you got out of bed and stretched, smiling at the sound of your joints cracking.

“i’m going to go brush my teeth and then head downstairs. don’t bother getting changed yet because we’re going to the beach but i’ll see you down in a bit?” you asked your still sleepy boyfriend. he nodded before collapsing back down on the pillow.

after brushing your teeth, you practically bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen. “someone’s happy,” your brother-in-law noted. you simply smiled and shrugged.

“mom and dad at work?” you asked as you sat down at the bar seats and were then met with four nods.

just after you had stood up again, about to ask if you could help your brother cook, the sounds of someone coming downstairs stopped you. before you could turn, spencer had wrapped his arms around your waist and placed a delicate kiss to your cheek.

“spencer? when did you get here?” your sister asked confused. none the less, she moved over to hug your boyfriend hello, as did everyone else in the room.

“around two this morning,” he chucked, accepting a plate of pancakes. your sister smiled at that, mumbling something about no wonder you were in such a peppy mood. after eating and cleaning up, the two of you made your way back upstairs. you made sure to tell everyone that you would be at the beach in an hour or so.

spencer took a seat at your desk chair while you sat on the newly made bed. “y/n,” he started but you stopped him. “can i just say something first, please?” you asked. after he nodded you continued, “i really don’t like that you and the team are risking your jobs for me. i know all of you would be willing to do it but it just doesn’t sit right with me. being out here has also made me realize how much i miss home. i hate to say it but i wish we got my cases out here. just being around my family in the beach brings back feelings i just don’t get in virginia. i don’t know, it sounds stupid.” once finishing your rant, you stood up and looked out the window.

spencer sighed. “i understand love. but this team is a family and we would all do the same if it was for anyone else, you know that. and with the family thing, i’m sure hotch would be open to give you more vacation time,” he suggested. you thought about that for a moment and you turned back to him.

“force me to make a decision tonight or else i’m just going to keep pushing it off. this way i’ll know what i’m going to do and be able to have fun for my last day,” you told him. spencer smirked slightly and stood up, “i have all the power over you? i like that.”

you turned to him, eyes flicking down to his mouth. you felt his lips brush up against yours but just before he could fully kiss you, you whispered, “you wish,” before grabbing your bathing suit and moving towards the bathroom. spencer groaned at your antics before grabbing his own swimsuit and getting changed for the beach.

spencer had sent a quick text in the teams groupchat, without you in it, confirming that you were okay. ‘just woke up. she’s making her decision tonight. going to the beach but i’ll keep you updated,’ he had sent before grabbing his bag and meeting up with you in the hallway.

after a long day at the beach. you and spencer offered to take the outdoor shower and leave the indoor ones open for the others. thankfully, your family had invested in nicer outdoor showers that had actual stalls.

you would never admit to anyone that you and spencer had a pretty intense make out session in the outdoor shower.

spencer finished washing the conditioner out of his hair as you were stripping of your swimsuit and wrapping a towel around you. you hung your bathing suit up on the hook to dry before sending a wink to your boyfriend and heading inside.

you got changed into lounge clothes and laid in bed, spencer followed soon after, a towel around his waist. you tried not to make it obvious that you were staring but spencer had obviously noticed as he was walking out of the room and into the bathroom.

you moved to sit at your desk, opening your laptop to your email to see if you had anything from work. “still checking your work email?” spencer whispered in your ear causing you to jump. you slapped his shoulder playfully before you scooted forward allowing for him to sit behind you. he rested his head on your shoulder as his arms were around your waist.

“i think i want to go back to d.c. but only if strauss does get her position switched or fired. if not, i’m staying here,” you concluded after a few moments of silence. you stood up and paced your room.

“i joined the fbi in the first place because i wanted to help people. with the bau, we help so many people across the country. if i stay here, i’m confined to one city. if hotch thinks he has enough evidence to prosecute strauss, i’m in,” you added. spencer pulled you into a tight hug. “plus a really don’t think i could leave the person who jumped on a plane just to make sure i’m okay.”

spencer smiled at your words and kissed you on the cheek

“i’ll call him now,” he whispered into your ear. you exited the room once again to give him some privacy. you really hoped you were making the right decision with this. during the time spencer had called hotch, you went downstairs and got something to eat. after that, you figured that enough time had passed so you went back to your room. however, the door was still shut but you could hear the endings of the conversation on spencer’s end.

“i know hotch - yeah she was happy to see me - alright i’ll let her know” was all you could hear before the door opened again. thankfully, you made it look like you weren’t listening in. “conversation go well?” you asked as you went to sit on your bed. “yeah, hotch is filing the case tomorrow,” spencer informed you. those words made you rather emotional. spencer noticed as your eyes welled with tears and you bit your lip. “but in better news, hotch said we can leave here early monday morning and go to work in the afternoon.”

spencer noticed your lip quiver as you looked over at him.

“what’s going through your mind sweetheart?” he asked, moving you so that you were practically sitting in his lap with your legs around his waist. “if this works, the woman who has had it out for me ever since i got to d.c. will finally be gone. i don’t have to worry about making small mistakes and being called into her office over noting. it’s just really crazy to think about. it’s almost like it’s all i know,” you replied, placing your head on spencer’s shoulder.

he rubbed circles in your back as the two of you layed there. “we’re going to get her, i’m sure of it.”

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the following morning, hotch, as well as the rest of the team who were still in the city, arrived to rossi’s. they would be going over evidence one more time before filing the charge to strauss‘s superiors.

“how’s y/n?” emily asked when hotch walked in, knowing her boss had talked to spencer.

“reid said she’s doing really good. she was happy to see him and from what he told me, she just kinda blurted it out that she wanted to return to the bau”, hotch informed. the team was overjoyed that you had agreed to come back.

“i still think it’s crazy that he dropped everything to go see her,” derek spoke up. j.j. turned to him, “they love each other, you do crazy things like that when you feel that way,” she replied. derek smirked and shook his head.

garcia pulled out her computer, typed for a minute before showing the team. they had multiple security clips of strauss and her behavior towards you as well as complaints from other employees. they seemed to lessen when you had joined the bau which fuelled the fire that you were her verbal punching bag. “i also came in contact with her superior, they said to send the file over as soon as possible and they would look into it,” hotch informed his team.

garcia compiled the footage and was ready to hit the send button. she looked around at the team who sported nervous but also confident expressions. “ready?” garcia asked timidly. “do it,” emily confirmed. she hit the send button and the team exhaled. now all they could do was wait.

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copias-thrall · 4 years

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The Stars Are Fire

One more romp before NYE

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New Year’s Eve Eve, and Mary is back at your place. You kind of feel like you need to eat bags of carrots, but he’s pumped, gesticulating wildly as he explains what an honor it is that the main band contacted him and asked him to attend their first debut after being signed.

“I get a plus one, Suey. Please.”

And even though all you’d like to do is lie on the couch and drink water—oh, would carrot juice be the best answer to both your problems?—you agree to beautify yourself and accompany him to this pre-party of sorts at one of the bigger local venues.

The music is loud, and the guitars are screeching. Lights are flashing, and the room is moist with sweat.

Mary is jumping around in the mosh pit, and every now and then you can see his head emerge. You’re on the outer limit, holding the too-soft plastic cup full of piss beer you guys are sharing—you gave up your moshing days after some dude punched you in the ear, which ripped out your tragus; your piecer had said he’s redo it for free … but one look at your ear and he advised against it because of the scar tissue.

The crowd is being particularly frantic to the current song, so you’re surprised when Mary emerges from the hive—he usually loves a good mosh. His neck and bare arms are glistening with sweat, and his t-shirt is sticking to him; his paint runs in streaks down his face, and his forelock is matted to his forehead.

His grin is feral as he yanks the cup from you and begins to chug. The sides dimple, and some of the liquid sloshes down his neck to join the other moisture there. He throws the now-empty cup in the direction of a trash can, and it disappears amongst the bodies.

“Thanks for sharing, asshole,” you quip.

“Oh. My bad—did you want some?” Mary shakes himself like a dog, and the sweat and beer fly off him, splattering you.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD, MARE!” you screech as you try to distance him with a hand to his chest. His grin only widens as he easily buckles your arm at the elbow, and then he’s on you, smearing his hair and face all over you.

You’re laughing as you grip his hair to tug his head away from you, but he just starts growling and nipping at your neck.

“I’m the Mary monster … and I’ve come to eat you!” he rumbles in your ear right before you feel his arms go round your waist—and then you’re being spun in circles. You yelp and wrap your arms around his neck, the two of you bumping into other people who cheer and goodnaturedly bump you back.

He finally sets you down with an Oof, wincing exaggeratedly as he presses his hand to his back.

You slap his shoulder, the smack landing wetly. “Well, that’s your own fucking fault.”

“Yeah, I know. Worth it, though,” he says grinning before he’s leaning down to kiss you. He tastes like beer and sweat and bitter makeup—but that’s just Mary.

You’re just about to deepen the kiss, when he breaks away with a whoop, shouting,

“Fuck, I love this part!”

He grabs your hand, and you jump along with him and the rest of the audience as the myriad disparate voices join together to form the bridge of the song.

“You can go back in the pit, Mare Bear,” you say into his ear as soon as he stops flailing around like a bunch of wet noodles stuck together.

But he just turns and pulls you into his sweat-damp body. His hands slide down your body—shoving your skirt out of the way—to grab handfuls of your leggings-covered ass.

“Mmm, I’d rather bump and grind with you.”

To punctuate his statement, he rubs his crotch into you. You grab him by the belt loops to pull him further into you.

“Uh oh—is it that time again? Do I need to milk my boyfriend before he explodes?”

Mary backs you into the rough, concrete wall, his body a firm line against you as his lips brush yours.

“Are you offering?”

You run your hands up under his shirt, fingers sliding through his sweat.

“How can I resist this?”

He nips at your ear.

“Stay here,” he says as he scampers off.

You lose him as he delves further into the crowd, but you busy yourself with yanking your skirt back down and tugging at your fishnet top until the seams line up correctly (you’re wearing it over a black, patent-leather bra, and Mary nearly derailed the whole evening when he first saw you in it).

He finally reappears, his face open but determined. You don’t have time to question him before he’s grabbing your hand with a firm C’mon and yanking toward the back hall with the bathrooms. You think that that’s where he’s taking you, but he doesn’t even pause when you pass by the lines.

Mary takes you practically to the back door—which has been inconspicuously propped open with a small stone so the smokers can come and go as they please—and hisses at you to keep watch.

Before you can ask for what, he has a set of keys out. He fumbles with the lock of a door you have overlooked initially.

“Mare …” you begin, but are cut off when the door clicks open and he yells Ah-ha! before yanking you into the room.

He quickly slams the door behind you, which leaves you in darkness.

“Uh, there should be …”

You hear him fumbling around for something, so you fish your phone out of your bra and turn on the flashlight app.

“Ah! Good call.” He goes for the table lamp your tiny light has illuminated.

“It’s why you keep me around.”

“And the blow jobs.” He clicks it on with the pull chain.

“And the blow jobs,” you echo.

With the light now on, you see that you’re in a closet of an office—a small desk, a wooden office chair, a file cabinet, and a lost & found box. When you turn back to face Mary, he’s beaming at you. He twirls the key ring around his finger as he advances on you.

“I know a guy.” He reaches out a hand to thumb at your cheekbone. “Only the best fuck locations for my baby doll.”

You smack his hand away, but you’re grinning.

“Kiss me,” you say, and then Mary’s lips are on yours, your tongues tangling as you grip his ass and he runs his hands all over you; one finally settles in between your legs to press in pulses at your clit. He works you up so good that you hadn’t noticed you were rocking him into you by the meat of his butt.

He pulls away from you, eyes dark and predatory; he brings the hand that had been touching you up to his nose to smell and then down to his mouth to taste.

“Fuck. I want you.”

“Get on the chair,” you say. Mary blinks at you, but then hurries to obey. “Take your dick out,” you order as you fumble to divest yourself of your leggings. You’re not wearing underwear, and a sticky line of your slick clings to the crotch before landing against your thigh. Mary’s eyes track it, and he lets out another Fuck as he gives his hard cock a loose stroke.

When you’re good, he holds his cock out in invitation, and you clamber onto the chair. There’s a horrifying moment with the whole thing tips back—you tumbling into Mary with a small cry as his arms fly out to grab anything—before the two of you realize the chair is built to do that. You both let out a relieved laugh, and Mary bitches at you to stop squashing his dick.

He once again steadies it at the base, and you ease the tip inside you. It goes in easy, but you still slide down slowly, reveling in the stretch. Mary moans and grips the armrests. Using his shoulders for leverage, you slide up and down his cock—slowly at first, just to get your bearings. Mary’s hands fly down to grip at your hips; his eyes are already glazed, and his bottom lip is white from how hard he’s biting it.

After a few recalibrations, you start to bounce on his cock in earnest. Every time you slam down into his lap, you try to angle it so his cockhead punches into your G-spot before mashing your clit into his curls. You’re definitely using him, only bouncing and mashing insofar to chase your orgasm.

Mary just lets you—his hands only slightly trying to move you up and down, and his hips only giving shallow thrusts up into you—his tongue practically lolling out of his mouth watching you take your pleasure from him.

He babbles at you. “Yeah, fuck. C’mon, baby. Ride my cock. That’s right—use me. Use my cock. Fuck—look at you all flushed. Cum on me. Can you cum on me?”

One of your hands flies down to play with your clit, but Mary bats it away.

“Keep fucking riding me,” he says before he licks a thumb and then presses at your nub.

You were worked up before you even sat on his dick, and it’s been a simmer ever since. When the pad of his thumb makes contact with your clit, it’s like it unlocks a dam of pleasure. You stutter to a stop to moan and clench around him.

“Fuck, Suey. Don’t stop,” whines Mary.

The need to cum now is imperative, and you start frantically bouncing in his lap—arms wound round his neck—while he lets the motion of your body help to swipe your throbbing clit.

You know how he gets about you crying out his name, so you’re chanting MaryMaryMary as you pant against his cheek. The wood of the chair is hard on your knees, but you keep riding him until you’re oh so close. Your mouth drops open as you feel your impending orgasm—and you’re pretty sure you drool all over him—and you gasp out Uh uh uh uh as you feel yourself hover. That’s when Mary’s thumb goes to town, and you lock up.

You’ve hardly gotten “Oh fuck” out of your mouth, when Mary’s suctions on to yours. Your orgasm is crashing over you in waves—you clenching in pulses around his hard cock—and you’re riding him in languid rocks while you grunt into his mouth. At some point you broke his kiss and your head lolled back, your movements ceasing as Mary started to thrust up into you as you rode the aftershocks.

As you feel the calm wash over you, you’re prepared for Mary to plant his feet and fuck up into you. But instead he stands up—forcing you to yelp as you hastily wrap your legs around him. There’s a bit of fumbling, but eventually your back hits the small square of carpet before Mary starts wailing into you.

His lips smear down your cheek and neck and shoulder as he babbles at you. “You fucking tease. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you. Your cunt is here to please me. I’m gonna fill it up so good, I wanna see my jizz dripping down your legs.”

“I want to feel you empty inside me, wanna feel your cock throbbing.”

His hips are working into you double time when he starts to scream his song of release. You wrap your legs tighter around him and say, “I want your hot cum spilling out of me.”

Mary bites down hard at your shoulder—and you stifle a surprised scream—his cries muffled in your skin as he gives one long, hard thrust, followed by a few staccato jolts. Finished, he lifts himself up on his forearms a bit and rests his head on your sternum as he pants, and you run your hands up and down his moist back.

He finally rolls off you and sprawls on his back, one arm draped over his eyes, the other strewn to the side. When you flop onto his chest, he seems surprised, and both arms come around you—which is why he can’t immediately defend himself when your hand shoots out to stroke his softening cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Suey,” he says as he stiffens. “Sensitive,” he whines as his one hand reaches down to remove yours from his cock. You laugh at him as he jerks and gasps until he manages to pry your fist free.

He’s still got your wrist in his grip when you wiggle on top of him and press your face to his.

“But would you let me, though?” you say as your lips touch his. “If I wanted to keep going, would you be a good boy and let me tease you?”

The grip on your wrist tightens and the hand you hadn’t realized had clamped onto your thigh digs in.

“Fuck, Suey,” Mary says in an exhaled breath. “I’d let you do almost anything.”

Biting his bottom lip, you pull it out before letting it go to snap back. “That’s what I like to hear.”

You shift to rise, but one of Mary’s hands sinks into your hair and presses your head down. He kisses you hard, but in a slow, sated way. You grind down into him, rubbing into his chest and his clothes.

“Jesus … again?”

“I’m still horny,” you whine, as you mash into him.

“When are you fucking not horny?”

“Mary …”

“Ok, ok. Christ, you’re greedy. Here—roll over …”

Rolling off him, you lie onto your back; Mary shifts onto his side, his one hand working between your legs to press at your clit.

You grab his wrist to ground yourself. “Yes, Mare.”

You let yourself get lost in the ministrations of his index finger; it circles your sensitive clit before flicking over it. Then it dips down to tap at your hole before stroking up and down between both sweet spots—only to repeat the process.

It’s a great process even if Mary’s being matter of fact about it due to circumstance, and you writhe unabashedly—moaning and grunting—as your next orgasm draws closer. Your pussy pulsates in warning, and you curl a little towards Mary, your hands flying to grip into his shirt as you let out an Ugn, Mary. His finger speeds up, and you feel your eyes roll back. You let out a wet Ffffff right before your walls clench … and then you’re juttering and moaning as you cum to the tempo of Mary tapping at your engorged clit.

Even as you’re slumping and Mary is slowing his motions, he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You’re so fucking hot. Another?”

And you could—you really could. Mary’s got the fit fingers, and your clit throbs at the suggestion—but you’re very aware that you’re also on the dirty floor in a bustling venue. So you roll into him, mouth half missing his before you suck his tongue down. Mary goes with it, and soon enough you’re once again in his lap. His hands ruck up your top and sneak under your bra to fondle your tits.

“Fuck,” he slurs, “I just wanna get you back to your place and fuck you again.”

You tilt your head back to give him access to your neck.

“Don’t you need to say ‘hi’ to the band or something?”

“Or something,” he mutters into your clavicle. You let him follow the slope of your shoulder, flinching slightly when he makes contact with his bite mark.

“You bit me again,” you grumble, rolling your shoulders.

“Sorry.” His tongue traces the livid red though the fishnet.

“No you’re not.”

“No, I’m not.”

“C’mon,” you say as you squirm on him. “We should go.”

He plants his face into your chest, one hand moving up to rest on your neck.

“Do we have to?”

“Sucks, I know. But we can’t sit here all night with our dicks out. I at least need to pee.”

Mary tilts his head to grin up at you, and you quickly cover his mouth with your hand.

“Mare! Do not.”

When he gives your palm a long, slobbery lick, you just make a sound of disgust and wipe it off on his shirt.

The two of you get up and start to put yourselves back in order. You cast about for your leggings only to find Mary trying to stuff them in his pocket, and you notice that there are sticky wet spots on his jeans.

“Mare. You can’t use my pants as cover up.”

“Cover up?” He squints at you and then follows your line of sight down to his crotch. “Oh. This?” He swipes his index finger through a patch, then rubs it against his thumb before seeming to inspect it. His tongue darts out to lick it off his digits. “Mmm, maybe I’m saving this as a snack for later.”

“Gross, Mary!” You’re 90% sure he did it just to squick you out, but you never know.

He smiles, pleased with himself.

You step toward him, hand outstretched. “Give me my pants!”

He steps away from you. “Nuh-uh.”

“C’mon, Mary!” You reach forward with a grabby hand, but he swipes them out of his pocket and holds them above his head. “What the fuck?!” you gripe.

His eyes dart to your bare, exposed thighs. “Maybe I really do wanna see my jizz trickle down your legs.”

You make a mean lemon face at him, and when he throws his head back to laugh, you playfully punch him in the gut. Still laughing, he doubles over with an Uff, and you take the opportunity to snatch your leggings from his grasp.

“Come on, fuckhead,” you grumble as you ball up the fabric as much as you can in your hands.

The two for you sneak out of the office—only to run into a smoker sneaking back in through the back door. There’s moment when the 3 over you all stare at each in other in a cursed tableau, until Mary says,

“None of us were ever here.”

Smoker glances down at the pants in your hands, smirks, and gives you both a salute before making an “after you” gesture. You break off to wait in the line for the Ladies’ Room, and Mary honks your ass.

“See you on the floor, baby doll.”

You turn to glare at him, but he’s already walking away.

Between waiting in line; cleaning between your legs with moistened, paper hand towels; and cleaning Mary’s make up off the rest of you after you see yourself in the mirror—a few women smirking, a few judging—it takes you a good 30min to get your situation in order. When you get back to the pit, you don’t see Mary anywhere in sight. He’s not on the outskirts either, or at the bar. Texting him would be useless because even if he hadn’t let his phone go dead, he always keeps it on silent.

The only place else you can think of is that he’s made his way into the Green Room. Even though your wrists bands are the same color as everyone else who is of age, you did notice that the bouncer grabbed yours from a different bunch, so you hope maybe you can get backstage without Mary.

You approach the bored-looking bouncer who’s guarding the hall, ready to explain, but he just asks for your wrist in a monotone. You stick out your arm, which he takes in a professional manner so he can twist and turn it; he has a little black light that eventually illuminates an “x” on your wrist band.

Huh.

“All right,” he says, his eyes already off you and back to scanning the room before he even drops your arm.

You can hear the guffawing down the hall, so you just follow the noise. You poke your head around the corner of the doorframe; the room is filled with mostly skinny boys in various states of ripped shirts (if they’re wearing shirts), denim pants, and big hair from teasing or glue. You squint, trying to find Mary like this is a Where’s Waldo? picture.

“Can we help you, sweetheart?” says a voice, and a handful of heads turn your way.

“Mine,” says Mary, and you turn toward his voice. He’s straddling what looks like an amp, or maybe a table shaped like an amp, and holding his arms out to you and making grabby hands. There’s a chorus of “hoorays” as you walk over.

“I told you dudes she was smart.”

He pulls you down onto one leg—and you hope he can feel the cold dampness of your crotch through his rips, because honestly you should both suffer that indignity—and wraps both arms around your middle.

“Why am I smart?” you ask as you turn your head to his and hook your arm over his shoulder.

“They didn’t think you’d find me.”

You lean back into him. “Well, it was either here or you left, and I didn’t think you’d be that stupid.”

There’s a chorus of chuckles and a few shouted insults about Mary’s intelligence, which he graciously meets with his middle finger.

“Can you really know what a wild Goore will do? Seems like a lucky guess.” shouts someone.

“Yeah! He’s pretty feral!” shouts another, which is met with some snickering.

Mary just gives it back in different plays of flipping the bird. You wind your fingers into his greasy, sweaty hair so he has to look at you.

“Mary knows his place.”

You hear someone choke on something and someone else say “Jesus”. Mary’s eyes widen, and you swear that if he had a tail, he'd be wagging it. There’s a bit of nervous laughter before the conversation veers off around the two of you. Mary tilts his head so that he can whisper in your ear.

“Wanna get out of here?”

Grinning, you nod.

Mary takes the leave for the both of you amidst playful chiding and some cat calls. He just drapes his arm around your shoulder.

“What can I say? The lady isn’t wrong.” He gives you a leering once over. “I know exactly where my place is.”

As you roll your eyes at him, the whole corner of the room erupts—with empty soda cans and balled up napkins being thrown at you.

“Get the fuck outta here, Goore!”

Laughing, the two of you hightail it out of the room. Mary immediately pushes you against the wall.

“You’re a fucking menace, you know that?” He leans down to nip at your neck. “I have a reputation to maintain.”

You giggle. “I don’t give a shit.”

There’s groan, and the two of you jump apart.

“Fuck’s sake, Goore—get the hell out of here!”

“All right, all right! We’re leaving.”

***

It’s a cold walk back to your place, Mary shivering despite his leather jacket as his sweat cools.

“Wanna get a slice?” you ask him.

You can always eat pizza, but a little warm up might be good for your dumbass boyfriend and his allergy to wearing his winter coat.

“Yeah, sure. You’re kinda a bitch when you’re hangry. Fuck, ow.”

There's a place on your walk home that makes bank by doing only pizza slices after hours, and if you get there before the 2 o’clock show, there’s even space to sit down. When you and Mary get there, there’s a line to order, but a free table, which Mary hens you to go save while he gets the slices.

He arrives like a conquering hero, smirking as he saunters lazily, plates in hand … until he realizes that the way he’s stacked them has made the cheese of your one plain slice stick to the bottom of his plate.

“Shit, sorry,” he says and he fumbles to scrape it off.

You shake your head in mock disapproval. “You’re fucking useless, you know that?”

“Quiet, you,” he says as he licks the grease from his finger. “I even got you that disgusting trash you like.”

He’s referring to the other slice (Hawaiian) that you’re now blowing on.

“Whatever, salami boy,” you respond as you tilt your chin at his paper plate—now translucent with grease—covered in slices of pepperoni.

He peels off a piece of the meat and flicks it at you; it lands with a splat on the top of one tit, and you make a disgruntled noise at him.

Mary just wiggles his tongue. “Want me to get that for you?”

You only glare at him and put down your slice so that you can peel off the circle, dabbing at the sauce on your top with a napkin. Mary picks up his own to eat—which gives you the opportunity to flick it right back. It hits the lapel of his jacket, and he flails in horror. You smack your hand over your mouth to block your cackle, and shove some napkins over to him.

“Suey,” he whines as he begins to rub at it.

“Wait wait wait—blot, don’t rub!”

Mary just whines again as he begins to dab violently at it. You grab a few napkins and scamper over to the end of the counter where an Asian woman is switching out trays. When she looks up at you, you give her an imploring look.

“Can I get some dish soap?” you ask as you wave the napkins.

She blinks at you and says, “One moment,” before she’s yelling to someone in the back. “Hēi, Zhāng Wēi, nǐ néng zài zhǐ to shàng fàng xiē xǐ wǎn jīng ma?”

A moment later, a man comes out from the back holding a soapy paper towel. The woman points at you, and the exchange is made.

“Thanks!” you chirp as you spin on your heel back to Mary. He’s pouting up at you. You tsk as you half straddle his one leg. “Don’t be a baby, it’s fine.” You blot gently at the small slick of grease, the soap resting in white crests atop the black of his leather as you press.

It takes a few passes with drying in between, but it finally comes out ok.

“There you go, Mare. All better.” You plant a wet kiss on the affected area.

When you move to climb off him, Mary grabs your wrist.

“What about my kiss?”

You scoff at him. “You aren’t the injured party.”

“Not the—it’s my fucking jacket!”

You spin out of his grasp so you can reclaim your seat and eat your pizza.

“And who fired the first shot?”

He exaggerates his pout. “Whatever.”

You listen to him as he waxes poetic about the bands the two of you saw tonight and interject when you can about the attractiveness of the members just get him in a lather. Even while doing most of the talking, Mary eats all 3 of his slices in the time it takes you to finish your two, and then he eats the crusts you leave.

You quirk your eyebrow. “Hungry much?”

He leans back and pats his food baby.

“If I’m gonna fuck your greedy ass all night, I need some fuel.”

“Ok, bot-thario.”

***

As you walk home, Mary grabs your hand and stuffs it into his pocket, interlocking your finger together like you might fly away. He looks up at the sky and huffs out a puff of breath that mists in the air in front of him.

“You ever wish you could see all the stars? Like, some out of the city shit?”

“You mean without the light noise?”

“Yeah. My middle school always took the 7th graders to the Poconos at the end of the year. One night they took us out to a field where we chomped on those lifesavers, you know? The mint ones? They spark in the dark.”

“Wint-o-green?”

He looks over at you. “Yeah. They also had us lay down in the grass and talked about the constellations. I think we were more impressed with being allowed to be up so late … but I do remember thinking that the stars were so bright and so … prolific.”

There’s a moment before you respond.

“We took a yearly camping trip most years. More glamping than anything, but I liked to go exploring and climb up the rocks.” You grin at him. “Always covered in scrapes and dirt.”

“The scandal!”

“It kind of was, though. But we also did our fair share of star gazing, especially if there was a meteor shower.”

Mary bumps you. “Aww, Suey. Did you wish upon a star?” He leans down to your ear. “What did ya wish for?”

You scoff and lean away from him. “Everyone knows you can’t tell or it won’t come true, Goore.”

“Tell meee,” he hisses as he gets closer.

“Stop!” you laugh as you pull your hand free to keep him at bay.

He wraps his arms around you even as you try to squirm free. “Tell me your seeecreets!”

“It won’t come true!” you squeal.

He nips at your ear before giving the shell a lick.

“Well, I’ll tell you one of mine because I’m not fucking stingy.”

Mary slips one hand to rest against your cheek.

“I’ve always kinda wanted to do that again.” He pulls back to look at you. “I mean, maybe not that exactly … but see the stars like that again, yeah?” He searches your face.

“If you say something about my eyes right now, I will spit in your face.”

Mary rolls his eyes and pushes you away from him with a palm to your face and begins to walk on.

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

You catch up with him and shove a hand into his back pocket before giving it a squeeze. “Only sometimes.” You leer up at him.

He looks down at you through slitted eyes.

“Don’t distract me with sex.”

You rub yourself into his side, your other hand traveling down to his crotch.

“You love being distracted with sex.”

Mary suddenly grabs you, and you find yourself pressed against the brick wall of a building. He presses himself into you, a hand winding into your hair to tip your head up so his face can meet yours.

“Yeah, ok. Maybe.”

His other hand fumbles to unhook the first few button toggles on your coat.

"You’ve brought this on yourself, little girl.”

Mary scrambles to get his arms under your thighs, and you wrap your legs around his slight waist and your arms around his corded neck so that he doesn’t drop you. His head comes down to worry at your neck as his pelvis squirms to find a good angle to press in between your legs. He gets a few good ruts into you before you feel his arms begin to tremble.

You’re about to suggest to him that he should put you down when someone across the street whistles. Mary growls, but lets you slide down him. When the two of you turn toward the callout, you see two alternative boys giving the thumbs up. Mary salutes. You lick your middle finger.

They whoop back, and you watch Mary watch them until they’re small on the horizon. When he turns back to you, his gaze is full of intent. He reaches into his pants to adjust himself, then he grabs your wrist.

“Let’s go.”

The causal saunter back to your apartment has turned into a forced march with Mary at the helm. His legs are longer, so you stumble after him until he finally lets go of you—but you still have to do double time to keep up.

When you reach your building, Mary is impatient—his body draped on you and his mouth sucking at your neck as you struggle to unlock the building door. Once inside, you push him away with a laugh before you break out into a run. You have the advantage of a surprise head start, but Mary’s in better shape, and he catches you before you even make it off the second floor landing.

“You’re in so much fucking trouble,” he snarls before he tosses you over his shoulder.

“OH MY GOD, MARE! PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!”

He just slaps your ass through your coat a few times. You beat ineffectually at his back—cursing—as he totters up the next two flights, but Mary doesn’t put you down.

When he gets to your door, he’s panting. You squirm, but he’s not moved.

“Stop wiggling unless you want me to drop your ass. Gimme your keys.”

Because you’re an asshole, you drop the keys on the floor instead of into his hand. There’s a long pause during which you try to hold in your laughter even as the jiggle of your body gives you away.

“Well played—but don’t think this gets you out of the trouble you’re in.”

He sets you down so that you’re boxed in between him and the door while he squats to grab the keys. You reach down to grab his hair, but he bats your arm out of the way before standing up again.

“Nuh-uh. None of that.”

Mary makes sure to lean into you as he works at getting your door open, so when it does, you go stumbling backwards with an ungainly exclamation. Then you slip on all your mail—envelopes scattering everywhere—and your arms pinwheel for balance. Mary’s arm shoots out to grab at the collar of your coat, steadying you.

“That’s your own fucking fault,” he rumbles as he slams the door behind him. Then he yanks you back into him, pressing his lips hard to yours before giving them a good nibble. You go to lean into him, but makes a sing-song “nuh-uh” sound before pushing you into the wall.

He pins you again with his body.

“Fuck. I want you here, like this. Take your shorts off.”

You love it when Mary’s like this—rabid, savage, all Id—just as much as when he’s whining at your feet, and your heart beats in between your legs in anticipation. Once again, you contort to shimmy out of your leggings. When you’ve got one leg free, Mary’s hands are at you—undoing the rest of your coat toggles and shoving your skirt up around your stomach. His dick is already out, and he yanks up one of your thighs to hip level, his other hand sliding back to grip into the meat of your ass.

“Guide me in,” he half whispers, and you reach down blindly, grasping for his dick. You get the tip into you, and Mary grunts—resting his head against the wall—pushing in the rest of the way. “Fuck. You’re tight like this.”

You moan, your hands scrabbling at the back of his jacket as you clench around him. The grip on your thigh becomes painful, and he begins to thrust into you shallowly.

“So fucking wet too. You wet for my dick, huh? Dripping at the thought of what I was going to do to you?”

“Your fucking cock, Mary. Are you gonna punish me with it? For being such a tease?”

“You’re goddamned right I am.” He lets go of you, his dick slipping out of your pussy as he leans back. “Turn around … and take that coat off.”

You grapple with your coat, trying to shake it off your arms. When you feel Mary grab ahold, you hiss, “Rip my fucking coat and I’ll rip you.”

“Shut up,” he grumbles, but he also gently eases you out of the garment before tossing haphazardly to the side. “Over,” he rasps as he bends you—one hand on your head, the other pressing into your belly—so that your palms are flat against the wall. He kicks your legs together before he’s sliding into you again.

Hands gripping your hips, grunting with each movement, Mary pounds into you. Hard. When he finally punches into your G-stop you moan low and long, buckling forward a bit. Mary hisses at you to keep position, but after that he manages to hit your sweet spot on most thrusts.

“Oh fuck, Mare—harder,” you slur as your head rolls onto one of your arms.

There’s a slight pause, and then he’s rolling his hips before giving you sharp jolts.

“You want it harder, or you want my finger on your clit?”

You make a long Mmm noise. “One, then the other.”

“Fucking picky,” he grumbles, but then he’s punching into you again. And again.

And again.

You moan and grunt, pressing back into him where you can as he pounds into you. When your fingernails start scrabbling at the wall, one of Mary’s hands detaches from your hips and slides down between your legs; it splays, and one of his fingers starts rubbing at your neglected clit.

This time you really do buckle forward with pleased Uhn, and you feel the heat of Mary’s hard cock as it slips out of you. A breathy Shit escapes his mouth as his finger leaves you so that he can reposition you and slide his cock back in.

“Oh!” you gasp. “Fuck me good, Mare!”

“Christ, I’m trying. Stay still.”

You acquiesce as best you can, letting his finger slip slide on your clit as his cock punches into you. You’re gasping and moaning, rolling your head from side to side, and at some point you started banging your fist on the wall. The closer you get to your climax, the more your legs begin to tremble.

The two of you babble nonsense at each other.

“Oh, I want it—I want it! I wanna cum. I wanna cum. Make me cum, Mare. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me …”

“I’m gonna give it to you so good, baby doll. My cock’s gonna make you cum so hard. Are you gonna do it? Are you gonna cum on my cock?”

You press back into Mary and then rock into his finger, trying to climb over the hill of arousal to your climax. He’s beginning to lose his steadiness, his speed and consistency becoming erratic.

“Fuck, Suey—I’m gonna … I’m gonna …”

The thought of Mary blowing his load and moaning his pleasure into you brings you to the crest of your hill, and you yell out Fuckfuckfuck—banging your fist into the wall—as you feel yourself tighten, then spasm in pulses. You almost slide down the wall, but suddenly Mary’s hand is gripping the front of your neck and angling you up as he starts slamming frenetically into you, panting hard.

He lets out a loud grunt as he cums, thrusting hard into you and pressing you into the wall; he squashes you further as he fucks out his aftershocks and attempts to latch onto the nape of your neck before deciding to just suck the ever-loving fuck out of your skin there.

Your face and arms are pressed against the cool of the wall, and Mary’s suction is turning into little kisses as his arms wrap around your middle.

“Mmm,” he purrs as he nuzzles into your skin.

You can already feel Mary’s cock softening, so you wiggle around to face him; he’s already there and waiting, his mouth finding yours to worm his tongue into. His hands run up to wind into your hair as he rubs against you.

“Fuck. What did I ever do to deserve you,” he murmurs against your lips.

“Probably the blow jobs,” you mutter back at him, and he laughs.

Mary’s hand travels back between your legs, two fingers tapping at then sliding in and out of your hole.

“Mare,” you grunt, pulling away from his kisses.

“What?” he asks as his mouth only starts to travel down your neck.

“Mare, what’re you doing?”

“Hmm,” he hums. “Just feeling my jizz drip out of you. S’nice.”

You make a sound of indignation and push him away from you. Even stumbling back he’s got a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Don’t be gross, Mare.”

He raises his hands up in supplication.

***

After you’ve made Mary join you in a quick shower—laughingly fending off further lascivious attacks—the two of get ready for bed.

Mary actually crawls into bed way before you do, so you wrap yourself around his half-asleep comma when you slip under the covers.

“Mare?”

He grunts.

“Do you really want to see the stars again?”

There’s a pause—and you think he must have drifted off—but then one of his hands rests atop yours.

“Yeah,” he croaks.

“Ok, baby,” you say, kissing his neck.

He tenses for a second, then relaxes.

“Ok,” he says as he grips your hand tighter.

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Part 1 Kiss the Rain Part 2 The Assassin Part 3 Shelter From the Storm Part 4 Seconds… Part 5 Lo, They Do Call Me

6 months ago

Pollux tried to keep his expression as neutral as possible as he stared at the other man, although the hint of anger and concern couldn’t be helped given the situation. He imagined that his twin didn’t really have many friends he could count on to be there for him, not that Pollux was his friend by any means, but ever since they had met face to face there had been an underlying connection neither could deny. After spending so much of his life assuming he had no living family, to find both Aerden and Ouro within a few years of each other had been a blessing -- sort of. With Aerden, sure, but with his brother it was complicated. He was complicated.

However, he couldn’t say no, not to this request. Ouro was going to be a father again, and Pollux had seen first hand what the horrible loss of the other man’s first born had done to him. Plus, this was an innocent child and mother on the line here and it was his duty to protect the innocent.

“Fine.” There was a tinge of resentment to his tone, but Ouro owed him now and that seemed like a good trick to have up his sleeve. He pocketed the device given to him as the other man went into more elaborate detail of the security system he had set up at Raerys’ house There wasn’t a plan, per se, just a general understanding of what could happen, and what needed to be done. Pollux expressed that his involvement, if any, needed to be extremely minimal given his standing in the military. When the conversation came to a close, the fraternal twins clasped hands and went their separate ways.

Wednesday

The unusual blip in his ear immediately pulled his attention away from his work, brow furrowed in confusion briefly before recalling what this was for; it had been so long. He dug out the device Ouro had given him from his nearby pack, and sure enough the other man had used his teleportation device. That meant something was happening or was about to go down at the Songbrook homestead.

It didn’t take him long to suit up and grab a couple rifles, sending Khaeris off a quick message so she wouldn’t be confused or worried when she came over later and he wasn’t home: ‘Got some drills to do today, will probably be home late.’ He hated lying to her, but it was best for everyone involved that only the two men knew. Pollux himself didn’t have a transportation device himself, so he slipped into the shadows and hoofed it out of the city. She didn’t live terribly far, especially when you knew all of the hidden passages placed throughout the city.

He was to approach the property more seaside, opposite of where he knew his brother would be. He stopped before setting foot on her land, not wanting to trip Ouro’s security system, and set up in some underbrush atop a small hill overlooking the house. Blinking a couple times in quick succession to make a quick shift in his ocular prosthetics, Rae and her child’s heat signature came into view within the house, and up in the treeline, Ouro’s. Nothing else, for now. So he waited.

He eyed the storm rolling in from the sea, silently sighing because of course it was going to rain. Eyes shifted back towards the treeline, slowly scanning, and then there they were: three very obviously elven heat signatures closing in towards her cottage, one of them quite large, and close enough to his position that he could easily deal with all three. The prosthetic eyes whirled again, zooming in so he could get a better look. Shooting completely innocent travelers seeking shelter from the incoming storm would not be a good idea. But sure enough, these were not men seeking shelter.

Then, they suddenly vanished; no sights on them, no heat signature. Pollux frowned and pressed his ear piece to warn Ouro, but there was no response, just crackling. They had done something to disrupt the signals, at least he seemed to be out of range of it himself as his gear worked, but he was on his own for now. He had worked with invisible foes many a time, this was nothing new, they always gave themselves away somehow.

A bolt of lightning, a crack of thunder three seconds apart and then the large man reappeared at the edge of the treeline. He knew Ouro had the man in his sights, so he searched down his scope for the others. A leaf briefly plastered against an invisible leg a few paces behind the large man; another bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder quickly following, and then Pollux took aim towards the ‘unseen’ foe and squeezed the trigger.

Much to his surprise he saw Ouro’s Azerite bullet collide into the invisible barrier surrounding the assassins, and knowing fully well his was about to do the same, he immediately rolled away from his rifle and sheltered himself behind a tree just in time to avoid the return fire which thunked into the ground where he had just been laying. More lightning and thunder, the rain was here.

He was familiar with this magic, it may have deflected bullets, even Azerite bullets, but it wouldn’t stop Saronite bullets. They were a rare commodity given the danger the metal presented, but Pollux always came prepared in any battle, especially when you don’t know what you will be up against. He freed two of them from their protective casing on his vest and loaded up the smaller rifle he previously had strapped to his back.

Still under the veil of shadows, Pollux peeked out from behind the tree to note the larger man now heading towards the cottage. He would be out of sight soon, Ouro would have to deal with him, which meant Pollux would need to deal with these two others, and quickly. The one now knew his general location, but his higher position gave him the advantage. The next move would be reckless, but it was the only way to ensure that both would focus their attention on him instead of his brother.

He didn’t take the time to ask himself if this was a good idea, waiting was a death sentence in these situations. Ouro would get shot, the large brute would get into her house and do Light knows what, and that would be the end. While he figured Raerys had some skill with weapons and magic, she was no match for a professional.

So he sprinted out from behind the tree, running in a winding zig-zag pattern that would be difficult for any sniper to track and predict where to shoot. The handful of shots fired by both of the snipers were more than enough to give Pollux the information he needed on their location. Dropping down into a slide, he slipped behind another tree just as a bullet clipped the bark behind him. Crouching down, he pushed up his right sleeve and popped open a small panel on his prosthetic arm, punched coordinates into the small, hidden keypad, and then pressed the red button. The larger sniper rifle still sitting in his original location automatically adjusted its aim and began firing towards the two shielded snipers, who immediately turned their attention and returned fire.

It was a good distraction.

Pollux leaned out from behind the tree just far enough to fire off the two saronite bullets, each one easily finding their marks: through the foreheads of the two snipers. He continued to stare down the scope just in case as the other rifle ceased firing when it ran out of bullets, but the threat was gone. At least that threat. When he was convinced no one else was there, he skirted the outside edge of the property with rifle in hand just in time to see Ouro sawing his garrote back and forth across the large assassin’s throat. He looked rough, and in that moment Pollux could feel the hatred and pain radiating from his brother. He would live, his purpose had yet to be fulfilled.

Now, it was time for Pollux to make his departure. He quickly collected his equipment and covered the bodies with the now muddy earth, leaves, and branches. A brief message was sent to Ouro: coordinates, of the bodies. Ouro could deal with that when he was back on his feet, Pollux’s job here was done.

@kharrisdawndancer @ouroandar @songbrook @trisandrah @gloamingdawn

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howlnikiforov · 5 years

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By Your Side

Pairing: Hyungwon x Reader

Word Count: 1813

Genre: Angst

Warnings: I don’t think there are any?

He got the call after he finished the concert, after he finished the hi-touch. He saw people talking about it all over social media. He couldn’t believe it. His hands shook uncontrollably as he tried to call you, tried to verify that it wasn’t real. But, of course, there was no answer. How could this have happened? He was on the phone with you three and a half hours ago.

His members tried to calm him, tried to distract him. He couldn’t be tamed. He threw his phone across the dead stage. Everyone heard it shatter as it made contact with the hard floor. His manager anxiously paced backstage as he tried to get the idol his plane ticket back home.

No one could rest, not when his cries were loud enough for the world to hear. His members crowded around him, all offering him comfort as he kneeled on the floor. They abandoned all hope of trying to calm him. How could they when his wife had been hospitalized while he was halfway around the world?

His manager got off the phone, cautiously walking over to tell him he had a ticket on the next flight available. He’d have to wait nine hours. Nine hours. In those nine hours, you could die. It’d take twenty-four total hours to get to you; he might not see you breathing when he got there.

His mind raced as his members helped to pick him up and get him to the changing room. They worked with the stylists to get him into comfortable clothes, and free him of makeup and sweat. He hardly moved as everyone worked around him. He felt dazed, confused, lost, like his world had been in a bubble and someone popped it.

He spent the night in his hotel room, anxiously staring out the window overlooking the vast city. Los Angeles could’ve been dazzling, but all beauty in the world left with a single phone call, leaving everything lost.

He didn’t know what to do with himself. He could only stand in the moonlight, praying that when he got to you, you would be okay. He wished he had the ability to disappear and reappear next to you. He should be with you now. You shouldn’t be alone. You had no family in Korea, save for him. Surely they too would be trying to get to you now. He wondered if they would get there before him.

Did you have anyone with you now? Did you have a friend restlessly waiting outside the operating room? Someone had to be with you. It killed him that to know he wouldn’t be with you for another twenty hours. He heard a faint knock on the door, and briefly pondered if he should answer it.

“Hyungwon,” the familiar voice called, “I know you’re awake. Open up.”

He sighed, willing his limbs to carry him to the door. He opened it to find Kihyun on the other side, concern plastering his face.

“What?” Hyungwon asked, voice cracking on the word.

“You haven’t eaten, have you?” Kihyun responded, glancing his friend up and down.

“I’m not hungry.” He replied, slumping his shoulders.

“You might not feel hungry, but you haven’t eaten and you’re under a lot of stress. Plus we just finished a concert. It won’t do anyone any good if you don’t have the proper nutrients.” Kihyun pushed his way inside the room, leaving Hyungwon standing in the doorway.

“Kihyun, I’m really not that hungry.” Hyungwon tried to argue.

“Too bad. You’re gonna sit your butt here and eat.” Kihyun ordered, laying out Hyungwon’s food on the desk.

His friend had gone out and gotten McDonalds, despite him saying he needed the ‘proper nutrients.’ McDonalds was anything but the proper nutrients. Still, he sat down and picked up the cheeseburger, if only to make Kihyun happy.

How was he supposed to eat when you were alone, when you needed him by your side, when you were near death? He forced himself to bring the food to his mouth, struggling to chew and swallow the substance.

“Have you heard any news?” Kihyun asked gently, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“No,” Hyungwon rasped, setting down the sandwich, “I haven’t been able to reach any of our friends either.”

“She’ll be okay.” He tried to reassure, shifting awkwardly.

“Kihyun,” Hyungwon turned to face his friend, “the car was completely smashed. You’ve seen the pictures haven’t you? The videos? The articles? A semi truck plowed into her car as it ran a red light.”

Kihyun watched as his best friend tried so hard to stay composed. He couldn’t do anything except be there for him. It seemed getting him to eat a little something was fruitless at the time being, but that was okay. Hyungwon wasn’t okay, and he needed to be reassured.

“It feels like yesterday she was surprising me by showing up at our concert a few weeks ago. She was so excited for us to be going home in just a few days. She couldn’t wait to tell me something, said it was too big to say over the phone. Kihyun I-” he couldn’t finish his sentence.

Kihyun stood and put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, trying to console him as best he could. “You’ll be with her soon. Don’t worry,” he whispered, “she’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. We’ll all be okay.”

“Monbebe will be upset I can’t finish the tour.” He lamented.

“No, they’ll understand. It’s just one more day anyway.” Kihyun tried to get the younger man to relax.

“I feel like I’ll be letting them down.”

“No, like I said, they’ll understand. They’re worried about her too. They want you to be happy. Where you need to be is not with us or monbebe, it’s with Y/n.”

“Then why can’t I teleport to her?”

“It’d be a miracle in itself if you could do that. But you can’t, and so you must wait. I know it sucks, but you’ll be back home soon.”

“Will she even be alive?”

“Chae Hyungwon,” Kihyun reprimanded, “don’t you dare think like that. You of all people should have an optimistic mindset.”

“How can I?” Hyungwon cried, “I can’t lose her Kihyun. We haven’t had that much time together. There’s still so much I want to do for her. There’s still-”

“Then have faith in her,” Kihyun cut him off, “have faith that she will make it out okay. Believe. You only have a couple hours before you need to leave for your flight. We’ll be there as soon as we can. Try to get a little shut eye before then, yeah?”

“I can’t make any promises.”

“I don’t expect you to. Just try.”

Kihyun left him alone after that.

No matter what he did he could not get the proper shut eye he knew he needed. His mind raced twenty million miles a second as he anxiously waited for time to move. Father time seemed to enjoy taunting him, as it felt as though time moved at a snail’s pace. Each second that ticked by felt like eternity, and it slowly killed him inside.

By the time his manager came to get him, he was physically exhausted, though his mind didn’t let him sleep. He went through airport security without really registering what was going on. When he got on the plane, he found it hard to sit still. He was antsy the entire ride.

Getting off the plane and hopping into the car went by in a blur. He was anticipating his arrival to the hospital. However, as he got closer and closer, a rock settled in his stomach and he began to dread being there. He hadn’t heard much about your condition. Were you dead? Were you alive? Were you in a comatose state? He didn’t know what to think.

Walking into the hospital felt like walking through quicksand. He had to push himself up to the informational desk, and had to force the words out of his mouth. The ladies at the front pointed him to the ICU, telling him he could get further information there. Honestly, if it weren’t for the signs he would’ve lost his way.

Before entering the ICU, he had to sanitize his hands and put a mask on. He couldn’t risk contaminating the room with something. He was lucky he hadn’t been to any place known for transmitting diseases while on tour, and that he had taken preventative measures beforehand just in case.

Walking into the ICU, he stopped short upon seeing you lying in the bed farthest from the doors. Your eyes were closed, hands resting over your stomach. Bandages covered you from head to toe, and a monitor keeping check on all your vitals beeped to your heartbeat. There were five others in the room, but all he saw was you.

He dragged his feet to your sleeping body, taking a seat in the chair beside your bed. “Y/n…” he whispered, taking one of your hands in both of his. The nurses told him that no one had come to see you yet, which meant you’ve been alone this whole time. Exhaustion fell over him now that he was by your side. He didn’t want to let sleep come to him yet. He needed to be conscious when you woke up.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” he held your hand tighter, “I’m so sorry I’m only now getting here. Darling, please wake up.”

He blinked back the tears, refusing to give in. A doctor walked in, coming over to check your vitals. “Are you her guardian?” They asked.

“Yes.” He responded, sitting up a little straighter.

“We’re gonna need you to fill out some paperwork. You don’t have to do it now, but the sooner the better.”

“Okay. What happened to her?”

“As a result of a car accident, glass was imbedded throughout her body. Both her legs are broken, and right now it’s hard to tell if she will be paralyzed waist down. She was lucky that not much damage was done to her brain.”

Hyungwon merely nodded, barely taking this information in. The doctor dismissed himself, leaving Hyungwon to stare at you. He could no longer fight his body’s plea to sleep. He put his head down on the edge of your bed and knocked out.

His subconscious played games with him. As he slept, he dreamt of you and him together. You were building a snowman together, getting coffee together, having a picnic together until suddenly, you were lying dead before him.

He jolted awake, running his hands through his hair and sitting back in his chair. He looked at you, closing his eyes for a brief second before staring at you wide eyed. “Y/n!” He got his knees beside the bed and held your hand, “You’re awake!”

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joons-expensive-gurl · 7 years

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Heat

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader Genre: Werewolf Warnings: Smut, Swearing, and the usual A/N: so I'm writing this on the balcony in my holiday cottage, overlooking a fucking river and it's just so beautiful. I never ever want to leave TT ~^*^~ Ever since you had met Taehyung, you had known there was something different about him. His canines were too sharp and long, his nose too button-y and his personality too much resembling that of a puppy. He was cute. Too cute. Of course, you loved the cuteness about him, who wouldn't? His little pouts, aegyo, even the time he dressed up as a fucking ladybird - too cute, but you loved it. However, you always knew this cutesy act was too much to be his only layer of personality. That's why when you found out he and his friends were actually a pack of werewolves, you weren't surprised in the least. In a way, you'd seen it coming. You had been waiting for some over the top revaluation about him to surface for some time; really, you were thankful that the reason behind this was finally disclosed. When you had found out, Taehyung had made sure to go through everything with you: the moon cycle, transformation, cool down sessions after transformation back into a human, mood swings. Everything had been covered, except for one topic: heat. The first time Taehyung had gone into heat, he had ignored you for a week straight. You had begun to think he no longer loved you and wanted to imprint you, and you had began wondering when he would break up with you. When his heat was over and he reappeared on a Tuesday, you were shocked. Especially when his wrists were bright red, as if they'd been shackled. You asked him, of course, what had happened and he had told you something had gone on and he couldn't use his phone for a week or leave the house. He told you it was werewolf stuff and you dropped it. Then, you'd found out. Not in the nicest of ways, either. It was Namjoon's turn for his own heat, and the first day was beginning. He was horny, to say the least, and had began flirting so heavily with you. He had his fingers trailing your thighs, lips pressing against your ears and filth spilling from them every time he spoke. Taehyung, of course, was furious and suddenly burst, punching Namjoon straight in the jaw. "Don't flirt with MY girl just because you're in heat!" Taehyung's face had gone a bright red with anger and then he realised what he had said. "Heat? What's heat?" You inquired as Jin quickly took hold of Namjoon and hauled him out of the living room as quickly as possible. "Nothing." Taehyung mumbled. "Tae. Tell me. If it's werewolf stuff, I have a right to know, you told me that at the beginning. I had a right to know so if you needed help from me, I could give it to you." "Why don't we... go upstairs..." Taehyung laced his fingers with yours and slowly brought you towards the stairs. Below you, you could make out the screams of Namjoon and the crashing of metal against the concrete. Taehyung gulped and pulled you up the stairs nervously. As soon as you entered his bedroom, he shut the door and then lead you over to sit on the edge of his Queen sized bed. "I... Um... I suppose I should be completely honest with you about this..." he began. "Yes. Whatever it is, it isn't bad." "So... you know how you're not allowed in our basement?" "Yeah..." "Well... um... down there is um... cages, of sorts. You see, werewolves have this period of time called "heat" where it's like... this urge to.. mate..." your eyes popped out of your skull and you had to quickly compose your shocked face as Taehyung watched you. "R-right..." "A-and... well, male werewolves typically only get it once a year and around winter, but newer wolves experience it more frequently as we begin to control our forms. When we go into heat... the desire to... mate... becomes, well, overwhelming and it's... it's awful, honestly. W-we can't eat or sleep because of how overcome with the emotion we get and because we're so strong, we have to be taken down into the basement and chained up, so we don't hurt anyone, you know. You have no idea how our strength and desires overtake us. Jiminie hyung once broke his girlfriend's arm because of how rough his heat took him. And Yoongi hyung ripped the ponytail right off of his girlfriend's head during his heat. That's why she has such short hair now... A-anyway... going into heat... it's not good for our human companions... some werewolves have even accidentally killed theirs during heat sex. That's why we restrain ourselves down there. We only have ourselves to deal with it and it sucks. That's why... I didn't call or see you that other week... because I was in heat... but you have no idea how badly I wanted you... how much I needed you... I didn't tell you because... well... it's kinda embarrassing..." "Tae, baby, it's not embarrassing. It's not your fault. You can't control it by the sound of it and I understand now. You don't have to be ashamed of it. And if you need me to stay away while you're in heat, then I will. The last thing I want is a broken arm." You chuckled. "You understand me so much... I love you." Taehyung dipped his head down and pressed his lips to your own. It was a sweet kiss, full of love and emotions from the talk that had just gone on. Of course, you were shocked, but you couldn't let Taehyung see that, you would have to learn to live with his heats. "Tae.. Promise me something?" "Mm?" "When you go into heat, have one of the others text me so I know. I don't want to come in one day and find you down there..." "Of course... plus... we're naked down there..." "KIM TAEHYUNG!" You shrieked. Tae burst into a fit of laughter and quickly covered your mouth. "Sh! Yoongi hyung is a asleep and you know how he gets if you wake him up." "Right, sorry..." you pondered for a minute," Tae?" "Yes?" "You know how you said when you're in heat, you can't eat or whatever?" "Yeah?" "Do you even have to try or be forced." "Of course. We couldn't survive our heats with no food or water through the week. Typically, we're taken upstairs and given water and usually force fed at least once a day." "And your monitored?" "Of course. Who knows what would happen if we weren't." "I see..." ~^*^~ For the next few months, everything was fine. You'd practically forgotten about the conversation you'd had with Tae about a werewolf's heat, and so when the message came through from Jungkook telling you Tae was in heat, you were taken back a little. 'Great.' You thought, 'I can't see Tae for a whole week now.' It was going to be a long week, but it was so important that you didn't see Tae. He'd told you himself some werewolves had killed during heat by accident and you didn't plan on adding to the number of casualties. The first few days were torture. All you could think about was your poor Tae, locked up and horny, probably thinking about you and all the things he wanted to - but couldn't - do. You'd ended up working yourself up into some sort of artificial heat and you longed to see Tae, to feel him... Your dreams only brought you more displeasure as they were hot and passionate, only about you and Tae in some secluded place, whether it be a bed or a car, fulfilling each other's desires. Your phone vibrated, bringing you out of a sweet slumber. You groaned, looking to see a message from Tae... with an attachment... From: TaeBear 'I miss you... Come to the house and take care of this. Now.' At the bottom was an image that made a flush cover your face and your eyes blow wide. It was inside of Tae's sweaters of his dick, completely hard and pressed up against his abs, leaking precum which had already leaked through from what you could see. His abs were sweaty, clearly hot from the amount of hormones rushing through his veins. As tempting as his dick looked, you couldn't go over there. You couldn't help him with this. He could handle it... right? To: TaeBear 'Baby, I miss you too but I can't come over. How did you even get your phone?' Almost as soon as it had sent, you received a message back. From: TaeBear 'Jimin left me alone for just a second and I managed to get my phone from the counter. You CAN come over, and you WILL. Now.' You sighed. Stupid Jimin. Only he would get distracted and leave Tae alone for a split second when it was vital to not to. To: TaeBear 'Baby, no. I can't come over. Don't want you breaking one of my bones.💓' From: TaeBear 'Sort this out.' This text was sent along side a video. Hesitantly, you pressed play and watched as Taehyung's large fingers wrapped around his cock and he pumped himself slowly at first. A whimper escaped his lips and you felt heat pool in your nether regions. Soon, he began picking up the pace, to an almost inhuman speed, growling and moaning your name. That was it. That was all it took to convince you. You stuffed your phone into your jeans pocket and ran out into your car. A mere 20 minutes was all it took for you to get over to Tae's house. An excruciating 20 minutes. ~^*^~ Almost complete darkness surrounded Taehyung as he stood, chained against the wall. His naked body was flush, hot, beads of sweat rolling down his toned muscles, dark hair stuck to his forehead and the nape of his neck. This was pain. Absolute torture. Cum surrounded him on the floor in dirty pools of white. Your sweet face flashed in his mind again and he thought of all the sinister things he wanted to do to you. Oh, how he longed to ruin you. Light flooded the basement and Taehyung only squinted at the source. A form moved towards him and overtaken by emotion, he didn't register that it was you until the basement door was locked again and you were so close to him, but behind the other side of the bars. His eyes widened and he whimpered, unable to speak. "My poor baby... look at you..." you pouted. "Get.. the fuck... in here... now..." Tae growled through pants. "You're so hard, Tae... I hope it's only me you've been thinking about or I may just stand here all day and tease you." "Get... the fuck.. here..." his chest was falling and rising rapidly now. "Under one condition." "What?" "You can't come off those chains." "I... fuck no. If I'm fucking you, I'm gonna have my hands on you." "Fine, fine..." You moved your hand to your jean button and zipper, where you undid both before slipping your hand beneath your panties and began moving your fingers slowly up and down along your slit. Taehyung watched as you bit your lip and your eyes fluttered shut. As soon as your fingers brushed against your clit, you let a small moan out. Taehyung growled and tried to pull his restraints off, but they only caused his body to slam back to the wall. "FINE! JUST COME IN HERE!" "With pleasure." Using the key Hoseok gave you, you unlocked the door to Taehyung's cell and stepped inside, grinning wickedly at him. You dropped your jeans to your feet and kicked them off, before whipping your t-shirt off your torso. You sunk to your knees before him, and peered up through your eyelashes. "Let's sort you out, my big, bad wolf."

#BTS #Bangtan #BTS smut #BTS fanfic #Bangtan smut #taehyung #Kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #Kim taehyung x reader

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20somethingwcfs · 7 years

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The pain is creeping back

I’ve often tried to explain the pain I feel from CFS/ME, or perhaps it is a Fibromyalgia cross-over (though that wasn’t included in my official diagnosis, I know it often gets overlooked). The thing about my symptoms is that they tend to be a reaction to the climate; sudden weather changes will always cause pain, regardless of whether it is cold to hot or hot to cold, dry to humid and back again.

We are officially in the handover from Summer to Autumn, and this past week my body has been mourning the loss of the heat. I do so much better in Summer. My mind becomes clearer, the pain infrequent and manageable. The main thing I have to focus on during the warm months is to manage my spoons, social interactions, eat well, and take my pills. As the cool air starts to creep in each night, and some days, I need to make sure I monitor all these things plus ensure I am dressed appropriately, have access to heat packs/hot water bottles, buy shares in epsom salts, rest after doing almost everything, and make no excuses for not being able to do things as quickly. Each year gets a little easier, but at this point in the year I still fear what is to come.

When it started I didn’t get pain, I just had what I thought to be burnout that was managed ok by my generally introverted lifestyle and infrequent outings. I was 22 when it really started to take over my life; a friend thought it was the fault of my boyfriend at the time, which I took on board and used to manage our personal time better yet it just got worse and worse. Soon I couldn’t talk properly, I would randomly have to just sit on the floor and be quiet, and then the pain crept in. I will never forget the first day the pain really took hold. My partner and I were at his cousin’s wedding on New Year's Eve (middle of summer here in Australia) and as evening rolled in a cool (comfortable) breeze trickled through the event, and yet it felt like there was something inside my bones trying to claw its way out of them, scraping at them, pulling at the tendons, destroying me from the inside.

As time went on the pain grew worse, and what I couldn’t understand was that no pain medication actually did anything. As my partner and I continued to research what could be done while I pursued my diagnosis we came to understand the nature of the pain; it wasn’t pain caused by anything in particular, it was my brain basically misreading signals of temperature and touch and telling me that there was something attacking me, and because of this pain medication did nothing other than clog up my bowels and harm my liver. In the early days the pain was so bad I couldn’t sleep, which of course made it worse. The bed felt like concrete, my bones felt like frozen steel being scraped by barbed wire, and I would drug myself with codeine and strong antihistamines just to knock myself out. Each day I was more fatigued than the one before, and weekends were spent sleeping.

The best way I can describe the pain is that I imagine it is exactly how it would feel if someone was to run a butter knife over your bones, just haphazardly choosing places over your body. The sites of pain are always the same, but it moves like a mist. The moment you think you’ve got it under control it reappears in your other arm, then thigh, then knee, clavicle, and suddenly a scraping down your scapular so sharp it takes your breath away. The only certain pattern I have learned is that, for me, it begins with sudden changes in temperature or if I have been ignoring the fatigue alarm (the little screaming voice begging to sit very still in a comfortable room with just the right amount of light and warmth). The other herald are the bruises that appear all over my body, like little fingerprints. Over the last week i’ve counted 8 or so in places I have not hit against anything. They also tend to correspond to my more regular pain points, which I only realised just this very moment.

My management plan is fairly simple and revolves around strict routine. I have a very specific combination of supplements (often increasing magnesium, which I am already double dosing) daily. I must punctuate my calendar with adequate rest; going out on a “school night” doesn’t happen unless it is a special circumstance. Regular bed times are also a must, even if it isn’t super early it needs to be consistent so my body feels safe and has less thinking to do. When the weather cools down epsom salt baths are one of the few things that eases the pain (thank God for our giant bath). Last winter we invested in a shower hose to attach to the bath faucet so I could wash my hair in the bath when I was in too much pain and too exhausted to stand in the shower. Often my husband joins me either in the bath or sitting in the bathroom with me just to ease the loneliness that can come from this life. Hot water bottles and heat packs are next; the more the merrier as you can combat multiple pain sites at one time. Lastly, layers of clothes and blankets, especially in winter. If i can follow this then I can function ok. Sometimes, such as in summer, I don’t need it all, but in the cooler months this is all a must to get me through the day.

Then there are the days where none of this is enough. Last winter I had a day where I was in so much pain and fog that I broke down at work sobbing uncontrollably and was sent home. Yes, I am one of the “lucky” ones who still manages to work. I do so out of necessity; I would love to not have to, but that is life. I have made my peace with it and now simply arm myself for war, knowing that if I can make it from March to September without too many incidents I will be able to enjoy the other half of the year.

Last night I stocked up on epsom salts and sat in the bath for as long as possible, slowly leaning forward falling asleep, easing my body. Though it was a hot night I armed myself with hot water bottles and climbed into bed willing the pain to go away. It definitely took longer than usual to get to sleep due to the pain. I awoke to more pain, so I know this will be another difficult day. Onwards I go with sunshine at the end of this frosty tunnel.

Rest soon.

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Book 2: Luciferous

Chapter 18: The Dirt Whispered

A Guardians of the Galaxy Fanwork

Pairings: Peter Quill / Gamora (slow burn), Peter Quill & Nebula (friendship)

Genre: Adventure, general

Word Count: 5.8k

Rating: T to be safe, mild gore and cussing in some chapters

Links: Fanfiction.net || Ao3

Summary: Peter desperately searches for Rocket with the new deadline heavy on his mind.

Author’s Notes: Title is from ‘The Queen of Peace’ by Florence + the Machine

Chapter 18: The Dirt Whispered

The sky was dotted with stars as Peter leaped once more from the canyon wall. The freefall this time had lost a large measure of its joy, and he landed wordlessly in the forest below. He had briefly searched for Nebula after she had failed to reappear by dinner time, much to nobody's surprise, but the assassin was nowhere to be found. It was pretty apparent he wasn't going to find her so now he did his best to retrace the rout she had shown him the night before, his Walkman as his only company tonight. It took some doing, and he got lost at least three times before he made it to the far canyon wall, not quite at the same place he had meant to come out. He could see the rockslide area Nebula had used to climb up last time in the distance, though. Good enough. He could get to the top now, follow the edge of the canyon from above, and be there in under fifteen minutes, easy.

When he made it to the landing field the predicted time later it was empty and silent.

Peter waded through the tall grasses, careful for any traps the paranoid raccoon may have left. "Rocket!" he called into the darkness. "I know you heard the news this morning, we need to talk!"

He finished a lap around the meadow and stared into the shadowy forest, his hands on his hips as he debated the safety of wandering in without his mask to see in the dark. These seemed much thicker than the forest in the canyon, which allowed plenty of starlight to filter through, and Rocket could have easily set all manner of less technical traps to ward off Peter's attempts to pursue a conversation.

"Come on Rocket! We're leaving soon! Now or never, man!"

The trees rustled in a soft breeze.

Peter sucked in a deep breath. "Uuuuuuuuuuugh! This is getting so oooooold! At least let me know if you can hear me!"

"You could find him, you know," a voice whispered in Peter's ear and he leaped, twisting around with a scream. No one was behind him, though.

"What are you doing here?" Peter demanded. "I didn't call you."

"I am here to help," the voice was like a distant recording of his own, echoing back at him. "I may be able to provide you with a solution you have overlooked."

"Yeah? And what would that be oh wise voice-in-my-head?" He now found himself hoping Rocket wasn't watching. It wouldn't be too helpful to have him talking to himself like a crazy person.

"Reach into the planet," the voice whispered. "You have seen Ego do it often enough, surely it has crossed your mind that you could do the same?"

A grimace pulled at Peter's face. It had crossed his mind, sure, but "How would I even do that? Ego's never shown me." Plus, it felt odd, if Peter was being honest. He might still have a few lingering fears about being plugged into the planet and its core again.

Eternity seemed to sense these fears, and an echoing chuckle rolled through the back of his mind. "He has shown you how to interact with the planet to answer the hails, this is not so different. There is no need to worry, I will look after you Peter. I will not let you be swept away. Just do as I instruct, and all will be well.. Place your palm against the ground."

Peter chewed his lip nervously but kneeled down and swept the grass aside to press his hand against the dirt beneath. "Okay, now what?"

"Listen... Not with your ears, with something deeper. Do you feel the Light, the veins of energy humming through the planet beneath you?"

The grass rustled around him like whispering voices as Peter closed his eyes and pressed his hands deeper into the dirt.

It took a minute, maybe two, but he swore he could feel something, a thrum of energy, like a pulse beating through the ground beneath him.

"Did you find it?"

Peter struggled not to lose the feeling as he answered. "Yeah, I think so. What now?"

"Good." An answering energy seemed to swell up from within him, reaching down his hand toward the living dirt. "Now you lean into it, and fall."

The energies met and then he was tumbling down into darkness.

Peter tried to shout, but he had no body to cry out with.

"Do not panic, I am here." Something brushed up next to him, like the feeling of a great beast's breath as it hunted one through nightmares. "Follow the Light, Peter. Trust it. Ask it for what you seek, and then allow it to guide you. I will help you along the way."

Peter tried to shove aside the sensation of falling, bodiless, through empty space and focus on the thought of Rocket. Fractured bits of Light sparked into existence around him, like thousands of winding streams shooting off in all directions. One seemed to shine just a little brighter than the others, the flickers and sparkling flashes calling out to him, inviting him that way.

The presence wrapped around him, buoying him up through the darkness and tugging him along toward the stream. As they grew near, Peter tried to reach out again, with the Light when he recalled he had no hands to use.

The Light swept him up like a river, bringing him back to the surface where he floundered weightlessly until Eternity righted him again. As he struggled to make sense of his surroundings he thought he saw Rocket, reclining on the twisting branches of a tree that hung out over the canyon wall.

He looked around for any other landmarks that may help him locate his evasive teammate. A loud crashing sound hummed through the air, and something glowed bright and silver nearby.

"Good. You have found him."

The sensation of tumbling through the ground returned and much quicker than he had left, Peter was back in his own body, gasping for breath on his hands and knees.

"Well? Did it work?"

"Damnit!" Peter ripped up a clump of grass and dirt and flung it at the assassin crouching in front of him.

Nebula swatted the sailing clod aside then stood from where she had been crouching nearby, wiping the dust off her hand.

"I swear to God Nebula! Wear a bell or something!"

The assassin was less than apologetic, ignoring his complaint outright while she checked under her fingernails on her right hand for any dirt that may have been lodged there.

"How did you know what I was doing, anyways?"

That did earn him an answer, at least. She gave the meadow around them a meaningful look. "What else would you be doing?"

"And what are you doing here?" He'd assumed she would be as far away from any living thing as she could get right now, and had given up any hope of seeing her until breakfast at the earliest.

"I figured you'd be desperate to find the uplift-"

"Rocket."

"-Rocket- tonight and came to ensure you didn't wind up lost or impaled on some spike trap he set."

With his breath caught, Peter hauled himself back to his feet, dusting the dirt and loose blades of grass from his pants. "Aw, you really do care."

"I care about your obsession with making friends not ruining my chance to see my father dead."

"Nu-uh, this makes twice in one day that you've gone out of your way to help me. You looooove me!"

"I'm going to love snapping your neck when this is all over."

Satisfied that his pants were as clean as they really needed to be for a trek through the woods at nearly midnight, Peter wandered back towards the edge of the canyon, scanning the sides for any sign of the hanging tree. "Nah. You wouldn't do that to your best bud."

Nebula trailed after him, her nose wrinkled like he had said something especially disgusting. "I don't have a 'best bud,'" she sneered.

"Don't you?" he shot back with a bright smile and waggle of his eyebrows that only made her grimace deepen.

"How well do you think you'd survive if I shoved you off this cliff?"

"Okay, okay. I'm done. Before you shove me off the cliff, though -which you and I both know I would survive just fine-" he tapped the toe of one of his boots against the ground for emphasis. "-you can help me find Rocket. He's in some tree hanging over the canyon. I think he might be near a river or a waterfall."

She considered this for a long moment, before eventually taking a deep breath and blowing it out through her nose. "I believe I know where he is. I hope those boots of yours have plenty of fuel left."

-x-

"I'm sorry I didn't go after you, by the way," Peter confessed as he ducked under a bridge of low hanging branches that interrupted the trail Nebula was leading him down. "There's only one of me, and I just thought, right then, that Gamora needed me more..."

"You wouldn't have caught me, anyways." Flashes of starlight off of her augmentations gave her away as she stalked through the shadows ahead, occasionally calling back a warning about an obstacle in their path.

"I looked for you after you didn't show for dinner."

"A waste of your time and energy."

"I was kind of hoping you might want to be found. What happened, when Mantis touched you? You looked-"

"Nothing happened." She cut him off abruptly. "Her powers don't affect me as strongly as they would someone like you."

"I mean-" Peter paused to pick his way carefully through some twisting roots. "- they still affect you a little bit, right?" If Mantis could put a raging Celestial to sleep against his will, certainly she could effect Nebula despite her enhancements.

"Watch your steps up here, we're getting close to the edge of the cliff. We'll be traveling parallel to it for a while before we leave the trees, so don't wander."

That sounded like a yes, but Peter let it go for now to focus on finding Rocket. The air was filled with the rumble of a waterfall, and a light mist that steadily dampened his hair and clothes.

"Hey Nebula, can I ask you something else? Something I think I'd rather ask back here, where it's a lot harder for you to hurl me to my death or drown me in the waterfall."

The footsteps ahead of him stopped.

"We haven't made it to your friend yet," she warned him. He couldn't see her face through the night, but he was sure her lips were pressed into a deep frown and her eyes had that hardened look to them like she was bracing herself for something painful to be thrown in her face. "Think hard before you piss me off enough to just leave you out here."

Peter hesitated and almost changed his mind. He really didn't want to send her away, but this may be the last chance he had to talk to her alone before they were back with the NOVA Corps, and privacy was a luxury they were sure to be lacking. "This thing between you and how Gamora was being so soft on Mantis... were you... jealous?" Peter took an unconscious step closer to the trunk of a large oak-like tree to his right, in case he needed something to put between himself and the assassin who's buttons he insisted on pushing.

There was no noise for a while, not even the sound of her leaving as she had threatened. When she did speak, her voice came back, flat and emotionless. "No."

"But-"

"I am not jealous. Mantis can have her, and with any luck, Gamora will be satisfied with training her and leave me alone now." Peter doubted that, but kept his mouth shut and let her continue. "It's just... infuriating, to know she had it in her this whole time. To have to see it. After everything I did just to survive and she wouldn't even acknowledge me." The leather of her suit creaked and Peter was sure she was balling her hands into fists as she spoke.

"Well-"

"I know the circumstances," she cut him off again, "and I don't care. We're done talking about this."

"Okay." They probably weren't, not really, but he'd pressed his luck far enough, and now mostly just felt guilty about intentionally bringing up such a sore subject. "Sorry."

They made it the rest of the way with nothing but the growing rumble of the waterfall between them. When they arrived, Nebula pulled them off the path they'd been taking and pushed through the edge of the trees, one hand held out to keep Peter from walking straight over the edge when the brush and leaves hung out deceptively, making the ground appear to jut out farther than it really did. After assuring he wouldn't fall to his death, or at least an unpleasant setback in tonight's journey, he looked up and quickly realized something was off.

"Hey wait," he said, narrowing his eyes against the spray in the air as he stared at the waterfall cascading down from across the now very narrow canyon. They must have traveled down to where the two edges nearly met, but, "We're on the wrong side."

The edges of her augmentation shone in the starlight as she raised her arm to point one slender finger across the way. "That should be where Rocket is, if he hasn't left yet."

About a third of the way down the cliff, half-hidden from this angle by the mist of the waterfall, a tree grew defiantly out from the drop. It appeared it had taken a hold of a small shelf among the rock, and decided to grow there, simply refusing to be ruled by the laws of physics.

"I wasn't joking about your boots."

"Oh," Peter groaned, measuring the distance between himself and the tree and plotting the best path to his target without missing and face planting into the wall or getting soaked. "Are you coming with?"

Her eyes narrowed as she did some calculations of her own. "It would take me a significant amount of time to join you. The water complicates the climb up."

Peter hummed to himself as he glanced up and down the canyon edges. "What if we go down that way?" he offered, pointing down to where the two cliffs nearly reached each other before separating again. "I can get us both across that narrow part with my boots, then we just walk back on the other side and we can drop down on him together?"

The 'No' was plain and clear on her face even in the dark.

"Come on, please? It's not even a mile away, shouldn't take more than ten minutes to get there. I think I have a better shot if you're with me."

"Why in all the galaxies would you think that?"

"I dunno," Peter shrugged but persisted. "Just a feeling, mostly, he talks to you at least, and you're better at explaining what we're up to. Plus, maybe he won't just run away if he thinks you could just track him down."

"All of that is stupid, Peter."

"Hey, my gut feelings are not stupid." He was already ducking back into the trees and feeling his way down in the direction of where the cliffs almost met. "I've been saved by a gut hunch plenty of times. I've learned to trust them. It's like a sixth sense-AAH!" His boot came down on nothing and a hand yanked him back onto solid ground by the scruff of his shirt.

"You would do better to listen to your common sense first." Nebula shoved him further from the uneven edge of the cliff and took the lead once more.

"See now that has lead me astray a few times."

-x-

Peter nudged his toes along the edge of the canyon, frowning at how bits of it crumbled away. "Are you sure you don't want a ride over? I really can do it. It's only like, twenty something feet. And I've carried people plenty of times before."

"My answer isn't going to change," she said stubbornly. The assassin was standing back from the edge, her arms crossed defiantly over her chest while she watched him test the footing for his takeoff.

"How are planning to cross, then? You can't jump that." His heart hammered a little faster at the thought of her trying just to show him up and hurting herself. Sure, she could survive a fall that long, but he knew very well now that she felt every broken bone when it happened. Maybe he shouldn't have insisted so hard she come with him this way.

"How is your creation coming along?" she asked in place of an answer. "Do you think you could make a long staff with any sort of flexibility to it?"

Peter glanced between the assassin and the far cliff face. "I don't think I could make you a bridge without taking all night." and it might not hold, anyways. He wasn't exactly an engineer.

"Not to walk on," she corrected him, "to use as a vault."

"You want to vault that!?" Again, the image of her misjudging the leap and plummeting into the thick tree-tops below filled his mind.

"I can. Easily. But I will need a staff at least twice my height."

There was some discussion about materials, Peter still being unable to make things out of wood or metal, which would have been the ideal mediums, and eventually Nebula settled on requesting a shorter staff made of diamond, the only solid material he really knew how to make that wasn't likely to snap.

"If you miss and fall, I'm catching you," he warned her as she took several steps back to wind up.

"If you touch me, I'll break that finger for a third time."

"Then you'd better make it, or we're both going to be miserable tonight."

A roll of her eyes was her only response to that and then she was off, rushing the cliff with her makeshift vault after he had failed to make a more reliable one for her. He couldn't help the wince as she made the leap, still half-expecting to be diving down after her any moment. Instead, she cleared the gap just as she had promised, landing in the open space on the other side as the staff she'd been using tumbled down into the forest far below, glimmering brilliantly as it went.

"Hurry up," she called back. "The longer you insist on taking with this, the more likely your friend will be long gone by the time we get there."

-x-

The trek back to the waterfall was even quicker, the trees on this side being thinner and more easy to navigate, and before he knew it, Peter was looking down at the top of the twisted tree growing out of the canyon ledge below. He couldn't tell through the thick cover and the rolling mist if Rocket was still there.

"Well, here goes," he muttered to himself before stepping off the edge and plummeting to the shelf below, wishing he had his mask to help him see where he was going. The boots buffered the bulk of the drop, but he still landed with a grunt and the breath knocked out of him. The shelf was just as narrow as it had looked from across the way, but it was more slanted than Peter had predicted, and the loose crumbling dirt nearly sent him sliding over the edge. A thick root twisting out from the cliff provided enough of a hold to allow Peter to drag himself up to the slanted trunk of the oak-like tree.

"Hey Rocket?" Peter called up, squinting against the spray as he scanned the branches above. "I'm coming up!" he announced, searching with his fingers for a hold along the damp, twisted trunk. "If you're up there, don't like, throw any pine cones or acorns at me okay? I don't have a good grip and if I fall I won't die, but I'll be pissed."

The array of branches and angled trunk made for a manageable climb up, despite the soggy bark, and as Peter reached the thicker canopy he dragged himself up to where a gnarled branch met the trunk at a perfect angle and sat in the crook to catch his breath.

"Was that supposed to make me not want to do it?"

"Rocket!?" Peter gasped. The raccoon crouched in the fork of a branch jutting out in the opposite direction, a darker shadow among the shadows. "Good you're still here! We can talk now!"

"How did you find me? Did that damn cyborg rat me out?"

"No, I did it!" Peter declared, a little proud that his new powers had worked. "Okay, it was more of a team effort, really, but it was like, 90% me. Nebula should be joining us soon, though."

Rocket's muzzle pulled into a grimace, his ears pinning back. The tips flashed brilliantly in the dark.

"I assume you heard the news," Peter started. "We'll be going off planet soon."

"Yeah. I heard."

The sound of loose debris and pebbles raining down the cliff face rose over the roar of the waterfall, and a moment later the whole tree swayed as something dropped onto a nearby bough.

"Nebula," Rocket greeted her coldly.

"Rocket," she returned, locking eyes with him through the distorted starlight.

"Ugh, he's got to you too with that name," the raccoon grumbled standing up straight on his own branch and crossing his arms. "What are you, his bodyguard now? That's one hell of a demotion you've suffered."

"The only step-down from my previous position would have made me you."

There was a flash of teeth and an audible snarl in response to that. "I don't need to take this from Gam's spare parts."

Nebula narrowed her own eyes and took a threatening step towards Rocket's branch.

"Whoahwhoahwhoah!" Peter cut in, too far down in the tree and too unable to move quickly to actually get between them. "Easy guys! Reel it back in. We're wasting moonlight. Bickering when we should be planning."

"Planning for what?" Rocket moved away from the pair and up a branch, so he was just a little higher in the tree than Nebula now, and well out of her reach, but didn't leave just yet.

"What we're going to do when the Nova Corps pick us back up. Unless you're planning to go back into that cell. You didn't leave a great impression on the way out."

Rocket's glowing red eyes narrowed into slits. "I ain't going back in a cage," he warned.

"That's why I'm here. To make sure you don't. But I am going to need just a liiiittle bit of cooperation to make that happen."

"Why do you need that? Ain't you some magic boy that can make all their problems go away with a snap of your fingers. They should be linin' up to kiss your boots, right? So just demand what you want. They gotta give it."

Peter rubbed at the back of his neck. "Not... exactly."

"He has yet to prove his worth to them." Nebula's voice echoed his thoughts pitilessly. "You'll have to pull your own weight for now."

A snort told them just what Rocket thought of that.

"Will that be a problem?" Nebula taunted the raccoon, sidestepping to a twisting branch that ran nearly parallel to the cliff face as it reached towards the sky. She leaned back against it with deliberate nonchalance. "Are you missing your life as a lap-dog already?"

That seemed to get through to him at least. Rocket's hair stood on end, the tips gleaming silver where they caught the barest hints of light filtering through the trees. "I'll show you a lap-dog," he growled, low and deadly.

"Go ahead." The assassin seemed less than impressed with the threat. "And the last thing you'll ever see is the inside of the Nova Corps' airlock. If I don't just throw you off this cliff, first."

"Nebula," Peter warned.

"It's the truth," she shrugged. "Avoiding it isn't going to help anyone."

Peter closed his mouth with a hard frown, not sure where she was going with this. His attempts hadn't gotten them very far, though, and at least Rocket was holding something like a conversation now. A violent one... But there was something in Rocket's voice, and in the way he was looking at the assassin that reminded Peter they had some sort of a history here, and he did his best to trust her judgment and wait.

She laced her fingers together over her stomach and turned back to Rocket, continuing as if Peter wasn't there at all.

"You and I both know how the Titan feels about giving up what he considers his. Your plan to run- how far do you think you'll get before he finds you?"

"Far enough."

"Do you really think such a thing exists?"

"It could." Rocket's tail was twitching now, and Peter thought he looked a little uncertain as his eyes adjusted to the new darkness.

"You know what happens when it doesn't, though?"

Peter could swear he saw a shudder pass through the tips of Rocket's fur before he answered. "So what? Asking nicely didn't work, so you're going to try threatening me?"

"No. I still don't care if you come or not. I don't think we need you anymore. Peter is already improving his ability to wield this Light. Once Ego finishes training Peter, any use you once had in all of this will be gone."

Rocket stiffened, clearly offended by her dismissal.

She settled more comfortably against her branch and closed her eyes. "I am just here to make sure you don't throw this idiot off the cliff. He won't let me rest so long as he thinks there's a chance to sway you. Hear him out, then run away and have yourself killed if you wish, but he will have to be satisfied that he did all he could, and we can all be done with this nonsense."

The rumble of the waterfall was the only sound to follow, as Rocket stared down at her through narrow eyes. Peter held his breath and didn't dare move as he watched Rocket's tail twitch thoughtfully, swinging back and forth like he was counting reasons in his head.

Having said her peace, Nebula seemed more than content to rest her eyes, and offered nothing more.

Slowly, so slowly that Peter almost didn't notice, Rocket's gaze shifted to bore into him instead.

"Well?" he grunted out.

Peter straightened up, afraid he had missed something. "Well?" he echoed.

"What are you deaf all of a sudden? You heard 'er. Just say whatever you came to say, and then we can all get some d'asted peace."

Startled by the sudden change of mind, Peter scrambled for the words that had once been on the tip of his tongue.

"What would it take to get you on our side?"

"If you know me so well, why don't you tell me?"

"Well, in my universe, I think you mostly joined because of Groot..."

"Groot? Pfft. You keep that overgrown courtweed away from me or I'll turn 'm into the pile of kindling he deserves to be."

It took Peter a moment to be sure he'd processed those words correctly. "Dude, what happened between the two of you?"

"What happened is he's a filthy traitor. A bleedin'-heart coward. You never shoulda sprung him from that cell. If you ask me, he was gettin' what he deserved!"

Peter probably resembled a cross between a fish and an owl at this point, his eyes were so wide they beginning to sting. "That can't be right. Groot would never-"

"Yeah well, it seems like you don't know any of us as much as you think you do."

Okay that hurt. Peter opened his mouth, but found no reply and instead bit his lip and let his shoulders slump miserably. "Everything here is backwards and wrong," Peter mumbled. "You shouldn't be like this."

"An asshole?" Rocket jeered.

"So scared."

A warning growl rumbled over the crash of the waterfall and Rocket's teeth flashed in a vicious threat.

From where she reclined on her branch, Nebula cracked one eye open.

"You were always an asshole, and a little bit of a coward, yeah, but not when it really mattered. You always came through."

"I'm not a coward," Rocket's voice was ice cold. "I'm a survivor."

"You're running away," Peter pointed out harshly. "That's what cowards do."

"It's what someone who wants to live does."

"For what? To spend your whole life alone and running?" Peter used the gnarly trunk to drag himself up to his feet. "To be afraid forever?"

"At least I'd have a life to spend."

"That's just what we're saying here Rocket; you wouldn't."

Rocket was beginning to shift his gaze into the branches around them and Peter got the feeling he was getting ready to leave and take the gamble that they wouldn't follow.

"The Nova Corps should be calling again tomorrow to discuss plans. I think it would be a good idea if you came. You could have your own say in things."

The raccoon scoffed and shifted up a branch.

"Aren't you sick of letting other people talk for you?"

Half-way into the next branch, Rocket froze, casting one last unreadable look over his shoulder at where Peter stood below, making no move to follow or stop him. Like all the times before, there was no farewell. One moment Rocket was there and the next he was lost to the shadows and Peter was left with a swirling ball of confusion about what his friend was thinking.

He heaved a deep sigh and ran his hands through his damp hair.

"Alright," he sighed. "Let's go back I guess."

Nebula pushed off the branch and deftly maneuvered her way through the branches to the shelf below, making Peter feel like a clumsy bull as he ripped chunks of soggy bark off in his hands and slid more than actually climbed his way down to join her.

On the shelf he immediately slipped on the loose dirt again and fell to his knees, sliding dangerously close to the edge before Nebula once more yanked him back to solid ground by the back of his shirt.

"See?" he panted, tugging his collar back into place and hoping it wasn't going to get all stretched out. "I told you it was a good idea to bring you along. I think he likes you."

-x-

"Are you sure you can't tell if Gamora's parent's are there?" Peter asked his own dark-eyed visage. "You know the planet now, it can't be too difficult, right?"

Eternity stood at the foot of the bed, shaking his head at the real Peter who sat cross-legged over the covers. "No, it is not that simple. There are many souls there. Certainly some could be those you are searching for, but I cannot see their faces as you would, only feel the energy humming within them. The closer we grow, the better my vision here. Each day I can differentiate more of the going-on's of this realm, and tell the individual souls apart, but as of yet they are no more than sparks of light, like stars in the darkness. I might recognize a star I know very well or one with a unique glow, as I do Thanos or you, but finding a new one from only their mortal heritage is not reasonable at this point without your eyes to look through."

It was the same answer he seemed to get every time he asked. Eternity just found a new way to word it each time.

Peter blew some air out through his nose and scrubbed at his tired eyes. "Then I guess asking if you could play scout and tell us what we're walking into would be-"

"Useless."

"Ah."

The cosmic being offered a facsimile of a reassuring smile. "Perhaps when we are closer, I will be more useful."

"Yeah," Peter yawned. "Maybe." It didn't seem very likely, though.

"You are doing well," the cosmic entity reassured. "Just focus on the future. We will achieve our goals."

End

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