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iambilliejeanok · 3 years

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Work Meets Love.

Pairings: Madara x reader

Warnings: 18+ not for minors. Slight degradation. NSFW. 100% Smut. Slight fluff. Overstimulation. Mentions of pee

You woke up to the sound of light rain hitting the window of the large office space. Wrapped in a black and white throw blanket comfortably sitting in Madara’s lap, your legs dangled on each side of his work chair, arms loosely wrapped around his abdomen while your head rest on his chest. You initially came here to cuddle for a little, snuggling into him while he worked on some important documents regarding the establishment of the Kage summits that would be taking place more often, to maintain peace amongst different villages.

The rise and fall of his warm chest lulled you into a nap you didn’t intend to take, but you had no willpower to fight the inviting slumber, Madara not having the heart to wake you up either, a smile pulling at his lips as he watched you rest. Madara worked more often than he took breaks, leaving you lonely most of the time. After voicing out your mutual need for affection and attention, you were both able to work out a way to cater to each other. One of solutions being that you’d get to cuddle with him while he worked in his office, as long as you promised to stay quite and be good. No trying to get off on him like you usually enjoyed, or else you’d be sent away to await a long and hard punishment as soon as he finished his work.

His chin lightly rest on top of your head, hands flipping through stacks of paperwork, peacefully signing away, the weight and warmth of your body against his own calming, helping him think through a couple of problems that were recently brought to his attention at the previous Kage summit. He lifted his chin as you lifted your head, instinctively pausing at what he was doing so you could get comfortable again. You shifted in his lap to try and find a cozier position, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck, placing a few kisses on his cheek before nuzzling your head into his neck. Once your shifting had stopped Madara was able to go back to his working, careful about not being to loud with the papers on his desk so as to not wake you up. Even though he gave you specific instructions to not fall asleep on him while he was working, you obviously ignored them, which Madara thought he’d remember for later, but for now he’d leave you to your nap, seeing that you weren’t as distracting this way.

The small smile on his face from your kisses was gradually replaced with his serious work face again as he went back to reading and signing the documents. A few minutes later you shifted again, a minute later again, until your constant movements began to bother him. Your eyes slowly opened, your hips still shifting in his lap, realizing that you needed to go pee. You whined, deeply annoyed at the inconvenience of having a bladder. You reluctantly pushed yourself off of him, stopped by the large hands on your waist. You looked at him, your eyes half lidded as you attempted to shuffle off again, still being held in place by the strong hands on your waist. “Hey sleepy head”, he teased, pulling you closer to his chest to embrace you. “I need to pee!”, you whined out, voice muffled as he held your head down onto his shoulder, drowning you in his loving embrace. “Baby, I thought we agreed you were only to come cuddle for an hour twice a day?”, he musingly questioned. “You’ve been here for nearly two and half hours”. “I’m just really tired…and I miss you too much. I didn’t want to nap by myself”, you sleepily responded. “I need to pee”, you repeated, trying to break away from the embrace you couldn’t fully enjoy while being so pressed. “But baby I missed you too”, he said, holding you tighter as he planted small kisses on your cheek. “Madara”, you warned, a hint of mischief in his smile as you finally managed to lift your head up to look at him. “I need to go pee right now. Please let go”, your voice a little louder , growing slightly impatient. He leaned in closer to you, placing his a hand at the back of your head before pushing you in for kiss. You whined in his mouth, hands flat against his chest desperately trying to pull away. His arm snaked around your lower back, keeping you flush against him while the other kept your head in place, his mouth ravishing your own in a passionate kiss. The sound of the rain was much louder now, the pattering at the window coaxing you to pee all the more. You whined again before Madara finally broke the kiss, his lips slightly parted to catch his breath, loosening his hold on you. You were able to shuffle back and swing one leg off him to stand, the blanket dropping to the floor. Just as you turned your back to him his hands found their way to your hips again, pulling you back down to ungracefully plop onto his lap. He pushed you slightly forward, adjusting you so you sat on only one of his thighs, your crotch resting against the fabric of his pants. “Madara, I’m really going to pee, you need to stop!”, you warned, the tone of your voice serious, knowing exactly what he was up to. “Stop what?”, he teased. You couldn’t believe he was taking this as a joke. He slowly pushed his thigh up, keeping you firmly planted against it as his hand gripped your waist, moving you back and forth as he repeatedly pushed his thigh up into you, forcing you to ride him. The only thing between you and his thigh was the thin, black lacy underwear you wore, underneath the baggy shirt you borrowed from your husband. That didn’t help your situation at all! The pressure you felt on your clit mercilessly poking at your bladder. “Madara please”, you whimpered, knowing you stood little to no chance against his actions before you’d pee. Your husband simply ignored all your pleading. He pulled you back against his chest before spreading your legs wide with his own. His hand reached in between your legs, pulling out another desperate plea from you as his middle finger pushed against your clit through the the thin material covering your forbidden fruit. You felt your bladder about to explode, not sure if you could hold it any longer as Madara’s finger stroked your clit. “Do you think you can hold it in a litt- ”, but you finally let go, unable to hold it in , you finally let go, making a mess all over Madara. He felt the warmth of your pee quickly spread all over his lap, completely soaking him. He sat in complete silence, the sight of you peeing on him making his dick twitch in his pants. He should do this more often.

“Fuck baby”, he whispered directly into your ear. “Look at the mess you made. Peeing all over me. How filthy”. You couldn’t see the sly grin planted on his face as he spoke. Looking down in utter shame you apologized,“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to it’s just th- mmm!”, he cut you off in a kiss. His hands lifted the shirt you wore up, quickly pulling it up over your head, leaving your upper body bare. He infused chakra into his hand, damaging the fabric of your underwear easily enough to rip it right off of you, leaving you naked on top of him. His lips immediately returned to yours, one hand cupping your boob while the other possessively cupped your naked pussy. He ran his tongue along your lips, demanding entrance as two long and slender fingers stroked between your other lips, forcing you to open up for him with a moan. His tongue explored your mouth, swallowing all your moans. His fingers stimulating your clit in quick and rough strokes, flicking on the little nub to bring you closer to your orgasm much too fast. You couldn’t stop moaning into the heated kiss that threatened to burn you as he brought you closer to heaven, pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipple. You braced yourself, feeling the first wave of pleasure tower you like a tsunami about to wreck an entire city, when his fingers suddenly stopped, immediately snatching your orgasm away from you. “Nooo please”, you reached one hand up to bury it in his thick black hair, your other gripping his forearm as you desperately tried not to bring your hands to your pussy to finish the job. Kami help you if you ever dared to give yourself an orgasm after he denied you one. You whimpered, not looking forward to being edged tonight.

He totally ignored you, his hand lightly slapping your wet pussy, causing you to whine at each slap, before tilting your head up so he could kiss you again. You were way too lost in the kiss, Madara groaning into it as he slipped two fingers into your heat, remembering how good this would feel on his dick, your tight pussy swallowing him in. His fingers immediately setting to a slow and steady pace, curling as they stroked your g spot. As much as he lived for tongue fucking you, he broke away from the kiss only to hear the pretty sounds you made as he slowly finger fucked you. His other hand joined the assault, two fingers spreading your lips apart as his thumb came up to massage the little nub. You moan aloud, almost screaming as he introduced you to shocks and jolts of intense pleasure. “Fuck yes baby, is daddy making you feel so good?”, his voice much deeper as he groaned into your ear, his dick pressing against your ass as you squirmed on his lap, enjoying the pleasure he was blessing you with. “Answer me!”, he growled this time, startling you to respond, “Yes! Aaahhh, ooohhh fuck daddy! That feels so….aaahhhhh! Please don’t stop!”, you pleaded, nearing an orgasm you knew was about to destroy you. You screamed as he added more pressure to everything, generously stimulating you to a shuddering, drooling mess before he stopped. You let out a high pitched whine at the loss of his fingers, all stimulation stopping at once. You bucked and squirmed in his lap. You couldn’t even babble any words, having to wait for the pleasure to subside before you could complain once again. “Why would you stop!”, you were finally able to cry out. Madara kissed the tears flowing down your cheeks, bringing both his hands up to massage your breasts, his second favorite part of your body. The first being your ass, he swore the sight of your ass jiggling as he pounded into you would be the death of him. Especially when he fucked you in front of a mirror and he got to see your boobs bounce and ass jiggle at the same time, prepare the funeral because you stole his fucking heart with how gorgeous you were. He never lasted too long when he fucked you like that. You strained your neck to look him in the eye. He looked back at you, relishing in the intense eye contact as he rolled your pretty brown nipples between his fingers. “Please, can I c-cum. Please daddy”, you sniffled, hoping that he would sympathize if he saw the needy look in your dark brown eyes. His heart fluttered when you called him daddy. Having a beautiful and strong, young woman like yourself totally submit to him definitely boosting his ego. But unfortunately for you he was the in the mood to make you cry tonight. Especially since you interrupted his work with your cute self.

“Give me one good reason to let you cum and I’ll gladly make you squirt all over my lap my love”, he said, trailing his hands back down to your pussy. You stuttered as his fingers took their position again. Two thick fingers sinking into you, the other hand spreading your lips apart as his thumb pushed up against your sensitive clit making you throw your head back, a long whimper leaving your lips. You were so beautiful like this, completely submitting to him without him even having to ask for it. “Let me know when you’re ready to answer”, he spoke before lowering his head to latch onto your nipple, his warm tongue flicking around it before he started sucking. His thumb began massaging your throbbing clit again, his fingers curling has they repeatedly stroked your g spot, the tantalizing actions leaving you a whiny mess. “I n-need t- to… to.. cum d-daddy pleeeaasee”, you cried out, trying your very best to keep up with such blissful cruelty. “Why?”, he breathed out, your sweet sweet nipple leaving his mouth with a pop, his hot breath fanning over it. “Because! I..I-I’m daddies angel, oooooh fu- aaahhhh!”, you tried your best to answer. “My sweet baby, of course that’s true, but did you forget that falling asleep here in my arms while I’m working is against the rules?”, he spoke loud over your cries, unrelenting in the way he lovingly stimulated your private parts. You broke down, your juices adding to the mess you made earlier on as you neared your orgasm. Your piercing cries were slightly muffled by the rain pouring outside as you came closer and closer, body shaking and drool falling down your chin as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Madara watched his wife convulse in his lap, the erotic sight proving to be too much for him at the feel of his painful erection straining against his pants. A soft moan left his mouth, completely inaudible to your ears, your body violently shaking as you finally came, Madara trying hard to continue stimulating you through it. He wouldn’t stop until you’d let it all out. Even if he was mercilessly over stimulating you he didn’t care because you asked for this anyway. You couldn’t handle the orgasm that possessed you, the vice grip on your husbands hair forcing a deep warning growl out of him. He knew you probably wouldn’t hear him because of how far gone you were, his big hand cupping your pussy as you came, preventing you from squirting all over the place, creating a little puddle in his hand until you were finally done.

“Shhh, baby…I know, you’re fine. Just breathe. You need to relax”, he whispered in your ear, his arm wrapped around your waist and his hand running up and down your tummy, holding you flush against his warmth, slowly bringing you back down to earth. “Look at all this mess you made, my angel. You and I both need a shower don’t you think?”. “Mmmhmmm”, you hummed in response. Basking in the glow of your orgasm. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Let’s get you all cleaned up my love”, he spoke, standing up with you in his arms. You clung onto him as he carried you to the bathroom. You were ready to spend the rest of the night making long and hot sweet love.

#madara #madara uchiha #madara smut #madara x y/n #madara x reader #madara x you #nsft post #nsft #uchiha madara

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gwen-of-myth · 3 years

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Horribly Wrong, Bad, Terrible Choices (But I Don’t Regret a Thing): Chapter Two

It’s the next day now, and Stiles is all nerves. He didn’t get much sleep, too worried about messing up his dinner. The dinner he has tonight. With Peter fucking Hale.

Oh, shit, what has Stiles gotten himself into?

He checks his phone, seeing a text from dad asking about how school is going, and then one from Peter, that says “Good morning, sweetheart.”

Stiles sends off a “School is good, just a lot of homework. Love you” text and then falters when he opens up the text from Peter again. A single text has no right to make him feel so happy. It’s just a good morning text, people send those all the time.

But still. He’s getting emotions about it.

Stiles: Mornin creeperwolf

He gets ready for the day gradually, starting a pot of coffee and listening to a video game soundtrack while he takes a shower.

He turns the water off when he’s done and checks his phone while he towel dries his hair with one hand.

Peter: Did you sleep well, sweet boy?

Stiles: No, but that’s okay. Usually don’t anyways

Peter: Now that won’t do.

His phone is suddenly ringing. He curses and throws his towel down. Stiles hits the accept button and puts it on speaker, licking his lips nervously.

“H-Hello?”

“Stiles,” Peter purrs into the phone, making him nearly drop it. Fuck, but his voice is smooth and sultry.

And there’s a problem. Before, Peter never really effected him like this. Not because Stiles never noticed Peter’s smokin hot bod (you’d have to be blind) but because Stiles feels like yesterday some part of him clicked in place. Like there was some mysterious piece of the puzzle of Stiles that Peter has, and he can’t get enough of it. It makes his knees weak and his head kind of fuzzy, almost like...

“Dear boy, are you listening?”

Stiles’s cheeks flush. Peter had been talking. Oops.

“Sorry.”

There’s a hum in his ear, and it’s unreal how just that one sound causes his whole body to erupt in goosebumps. Plus, the pet names Peter keeps calling them? It makes him feel cherished. Seen. And a little frustrated that he can’t explain his emotions upon hearing them better, even to himself. It’s just so much. Peter is so much, in a good way now.

“You’re okay, darling boy. I was just asking when your shift started.”

He licks his lips and looks at the clock.

“Uh, two. I get off at ten, but I have to finish an essay today...so I should probably start on that soon.”

“Responsible. Well, how about I pick you up at about eleven. Would that be enough time for you, and do you have plans for tomorrow as well? I don’t want to be the reason you’re kept up late. Not if you have somewhere to be tomorrow.”

He’s nodding, then the flush returns from before when he remembers Peter can’t see.

“More than enough. I...”

He hesitates.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

He catches the whine that tries to slip out of his throat then.

“I don’t have any plans for tomorrow. Well, maybe some homework in advance, but no work or anything. And. I’m excited. For tonight, I mean.”

He’s not sure why he says that. It’s not like it’s a date, it’s just. Dinner. Does he sound to desperate? Does—

“So am I. I’ve had my eyes on you for quite some time now, truth be told.”

“Really,” Stiles breathes, preening a bit. The anxiety from seconds before is seeping away.

“Of course. I don’t offer the bite to just anybody.”

“What about Scott?”

“That was obviously poor judgement with an altered state of mind. He’s a child who has no qualifications or instincts to competently lead a pack. I could have got a squirrel who’d do better. You, though...”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. You have the loyalty and can make the hard decisions without seeing in black and white. There is no such thing as pure and good, just lesser evil. You’d be a natural.”

“I...still don’t want it. To be a werewolf.”

“No matter. You’re beautiful as you are.”

They talk for a while longer, Stiles getting more comfortable the longer they do. The frustration from yesterday is already melting away just from Peter’s voice.

It’s a shame he has to write his paper. When they hang up, it’s with Peter saying, “Have a good day at work, sweetheart. I’ll see you later.”

It sends a nice warmth through him, like a big hug. Which abruptly ends later when he parks in front of Café Luna and sees the huge line inside. A rush. Dammit.

It isn’t the worst work day, though, and he has dinner with Peter to look forward to. Stiles’s boss, thankfully, doesn’t mind him making an iced coffee for himself and then he’s energized and doesn’t even flinch when he spills the sticky French vanilla flavoring all over himself.

His shift ends, eventually—thankfully—and he’s on his way home to shower and change. Which, uh...oh god, what is he gonna wear? Stiles has no clue. He prays to whatever god that is listening that he doesn’t look like a complete idiot tonight.

“Why do I care what I wear? It’s just dinner. Not a date. The opposite of a date, whatever that is,” he mumbles to himself.

Stiles showers quickly, mostly just washing off the sweat of the day and humming the doctor who theme that’s been stuck in his head on and off for about a week.

Then he looks in his closet and chooses dark wash skinny jeans and a long black dress shirt that he rolls the sleeves up a little on, to show his arms off a little. He messes with his hair a little, slicking it back with some styling gel Lydia forced upon him. When Stiles steps back and looks at the final result, he doesn’t think he looks bad.

It’s weird how he cares what Peter thinks of him now.

Punctual as ever, when the clock strikes eleven, there’s a knock on the door that makes Stiles perk up. He forces himself to open the door before he overthinks it, and finds himself closer to Peter than he expected to be.

He goes to jump back, startled, but Peter’s arm reaches out and pulls him in for a hug. Stiles melts into it.

“How do you feel about motorcycles?”

His head shoots up, finally taking in Peter’s appearance. He’s wearing a white shirt, casual and soft looking, which is contrasted by the leather jacket draped over it.

“I’ve never rode on one before.”

There’s a gentle look on Peter’s face.

“Would you like to tonight?”

“I—okay. Sure.”

Peter seems pleased with him, and he feels lighter, somehow. Peter leads him to the motorcycle, and picks up a helmet from the seat. He gives it to Stiles expectantly.

He puts it on over his head and fumbles with the straps until Peter knocks his hands away and does it for him. Stiles blushes, avoiding his eyes until Peter is done.

“Get behind me,” Peter orders, slinging a leg over the bike and gesturing behind him. “And hold tight, sweetheart.”

The ride is nice, if a bit scary. His knuckles are white with holding Peter, but even the fear is exhilarating. And, it’s pretty. Everything looks so close. It’s different than riding a car.

When they arrive, Stiles hops off with shaky legs, but he’s grinning wide.

“It’s like a roller coaster! Only no seatbelt and a werewolf steering.”

Peter chuckles, and then he’s unfastening the helmet and setting it back on the bike.

“You’ll get used to it eventually, dear boy. Come, dinner is ready for us.”

Stiles can’t help the warmth of want that goes through him when he hears Peter order him to come, even if it was meant to be innocent. He follows obediently, and they go up an elevated to Peter’s apartment.

It’s...nice. Everything in it looks pricey, but Peter always did have expensive taste. The food is already on the table, with a bottle of red wine and everything.

“I just took it off the stove when I went to pick you up,” Peter starts, picking up the bottle and pouring himself a glass. “so it should still be warm.”

“It looks so good. I’m famished.”

Between schoolwork and his job, there wasn’t a lot of time to eat. He had breakfast, but that’s pretty much it. Stiles can’t complain too much, though.

Sure, he’s exhausted and kind of hungry most of the time and usually stressed, but at least he can be. At least he has the opportunity to go to college. So he won’t be ungrateful. Even when it sucks.

He sits down eagerly, and when he puts the first forkful in his mouth, he has to close his eyes and moan. Fuck, it’s good.

Stiles opens his eyes and sees Peter staring, eyes dark. He coughs to try to cover the sound, covering his mouth and averting his eyes.

“It’s really good.”

Peter looks amused.

“I’m glad you like it. Can I get you some water, Stiles?”

He thinks for a sec, then decides, screw it. All or nothing.

“Actually, I’d like some of that wine, please.”

At Peter’s incredulous gaze, he scoffs.

“What? I’m old enough. You don’t even get drunk and you’re drinking it.”

“I like the taste of it. Normally, I’d pour you a glass myself, but there are things we should talk about that we just can’t if you aren’t sober. That is why we’re here. Well, that reason and that I enjoy providing for pack.”

Stiles licks his lips.

“Before we talk about whatever you want to talk about...is this a date? I don’t want to assume, but. It’s been bothering me. All of this is throwing me off and I’m already stressed and it’s so up and down...”

He shakes his head.

“I don’t want to get messed with. I don’t need someone to try to distract me from school when I’m already doing my best.”

Peter’s nodding along, and it gives Stiles some confidence that he isn’t angry. He doesn’t know why Peter would be in the first place, but. Anxiety.

“If you don’t want this to be a date, it doesn’t have to be. I’d like it very much if this was a date, though. Smart boy, that’s part of what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Stiles’s eyes widen.

“It was?”

“Yes, sweetheart. I have a proposition for you. I adore your intellect and the way you feel in my arms, and I think we’re very compatible.”

“You do?”

Stiles is dumbstruck by all of this. Peter wants to date him? Since when? He tries to swallow down the insecurities bubbling up.

“Absolutely. Both personality wise, and... Stiles, did you know you’re a submissive,” Peter asks, tone unreadable.

He flinches, nerves back, anxiety spiraling.

“I-I’m not. What does that even have to with our compatibility?”

Peter hums, sipping his wine.

“I’m a very dominant man, Stiles. I like providing guidance for my partner and taking control. Some of it is my wolf. But I think other reasons might have to do with the fire, and losing pack. And even more reason is because I’d love to watch you choke on my cock while I tell you what a good boy you’re being for Daddy,” Peter rumbles, tilting his head and flashing his eyes an icy blue.

Stiles sputters, ears turning tomato red. But even worse, his cock is throbbing with need now. Peter couldn’t know what he did last night, could he?

He wants to die when he sees Peter inhale, surely smelling his desire.

“Of course, I’d love to provide for you in other ways too. I know you aren’t eating or sleeping well, and a lot of that stress is from your job.”

“I like my job,” Stiles says defensively. “It’s just hard because of school.”

“You’re running yourself too thin, boy. So if we were to be in a relationship, even if you said no to the daddy/boy dynamic—and I doubt you will, you’d be the perfect boy—I would have you quit your job and provide you a weekly allowance.”

All of this is making Stiles’s head spin. He likes what he hears a lot, though. This could all be an elaborate trick, he tries to tell himself. And yet he’s still tempted. He can just see what Peter’s describing, and he wants it. Badly.

“Say we did...do this. What would my weekly spending money be?”

Peter taps his fingers against the table for a moment.

“To start? Five hundred, give or take. I’d ask for all your bill information from the past few months so I know what your regular spending habits are and build upon that. I want you to be happy and taken care of, always.”

He blinks. That’s...very reasonable. More than, really.

“And for everything else...?”

Peter’s eyebrow quirks.

“What about everything else?”

Fair. He bites his lip, thinking for a sec.

“What if I want the rest of what you talked about? The dating...and calling you Daddy stuff?”

He wants to die from embarrassment, but feels oddly proud when Peter looks at him like he’s done something big.

“Then we’ll talk it over and that’s what we’ll do. You’ll be my boy and I’ll be your Daddy.”

It feels like a dream, but it’s definitely reality when he starts nodding and Peter calls him a good boy.

#steter #fanfic #gwen writes

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alagalaska · 4 years

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It’s Only Hair, Right?

Summary: A Billy Hargrove imagine based on my experience of having Alopecia.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem! Reader (first person narrative)

A/N: I was having a bad day and this is something that just came out. I understand this may not be for everyone but I feel Alopecia (hair loss) is something that a lot of people have but never talk about, so I still wanted to post this even if no one reads it. If you do read it, please let me know what you think! P.S. there's a little gift from me to you at the end ;)

Warnings: Hair loss and the issues that come with it. There will be swearing, talk of negative self-image, brief non-graphic mention of needles (for the purpose of steroid injections which are given to try and stimulate hair regrowth), angst, fluff and Billy being very impulsive.

Disclaimer: I acknowledge that not everyone will experience or be affected by Alopecia in the same ways, so please note that this is purely based on my own experience of having it. Please do not steal or copy my work in part or in whole.

Word count: 2,137

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“Stupid, fucking…” I grumbled frustratedly, around a mouthful of bobby pins, adjusting the small floral scarf I’d put in my hair to try and cover the back of my head.

I had been standing in front of the bathroom mirror for about fifteen minutes, attempting to put my hair up for work.

Billy came into the room, smiling that lopsided grin of his; swaggered up behind me and placed his hands on my hips. He dipped his head to kiss the side of my neck, blonde curls tickling my shoulder. He hummed against my skin as I continued jamming pins into my hair.

His eyes caught mine in the mirror, seemed to gauge my mood, then flicked up to the scarf in my hair.

“This is nice,” he said, tugging gently at the bow I’d tied clumsily at the front of the scarf.

“Don’t pull it, you’ll mess it up,” I snapped, jerking away from him. It came out a lot harsher than I’d meant it to.

He dropped his hand, frowning.

I sighed, placing the unused bobby pins down on the side of the sink, and turned to him.

“Sorry, I just can’t get it to sit right. It’s pissing me off,” I said, gesturing at the back of my head frustratedly.

He smirked at that.

“Never would have guessed,” he teased. His smile dropped again when he saw the obvious lack of amusement on my face.

I untied the scarf and started yanking it from my hair; grasping at the pins I had so carefully placed, removing them one by one. I scattered them carelessly onto the rim of the sink with the others. One slid into the basin, stopping at the edge of the plughole where it balanced precariously.

Billy’s hands came up to rest over mine, stilling them. He turned me to him.

“Hey,” he said. My eyes had fallen to the tiled floor, so he gently placed one hand under my chin, tilting my face until I was looking at him again. “You look beautiful.”

I considered his words for a moment.

“Well, I don’t feel it,” I said, pulling away from him.

Billy’s jaw tensed. He didn’t say anything.

“Don’t know why they insist on hair up anyway,” I grumbled, turning back to face the mirror again.

I turned my head to the side, taking in the state of my hair without the scarf covering it.

A large section behind my left ear was almost completely bald, save for a few strands here and there. My fingers poked at the skin, which felt smooth and waxy to the touch.

There was a large patch behind my right ear too, which extended round to the back of my head and one final area at the back, towards the middle, which was clearly visible with my hair up.

Unfortunately, with my work having a ‘hair up’ policy for female staff, it meant I couldn’t just hide it under the rest of my hair or throw on my favourite beanie hat, like I usually would when I wasn’t working.

It was getting harder and harder to disguise it, the more my hair fell out. The patches were gradually getting bigger and, according to my dermatologist, could get a whole lot worse before they started getting better.

I picked up the hand-held shaving mirror that was sat at the back of the sink and held it out behind me, angling it so that I could see the back of my head reflected in the larger mirror in front of me.

Billy leaned up against the wall, watching me with a crease in his brow. Chewed on the inside of his cheek as I inspected the patches of scalp.

“Any regrowth?” he eventually asked.

I sighed.

“No.” I tried not to sound too disappointed. It was probably too soon to tell anyway.

My last visit to the dermatologist had been a few days prior, for my final round of steroid injections. If it didn’t work this time, that was it; I’d just have to wait for the hair to grow back on it’s own, which could take anything up to two years. If it was even going to grow back at all, that is.

Billy had gone with me, of course. Had sat quietly in the corner, trying to maintain his supportive role as best he could, as he’d watched the discomfort on my face; powerless to help me. Had held me afterwards as I’d cried into the shoulder of his leather jacket.

My eyes were starting to sting now as I stared at the ugly patches of visible flesh.

I generally tried not to brood about it too often, but sometimes it was hard not to be outwardly fed up; especially after enduring the unpleasant ordeal that was having numerous injections straight to the scalp, only for them to not work.

Billy pushed away from the wall and stood behind me again. He prised the mirror from my hand.

“Come on, you better finish getting ready for work,” he said. He paused, then added, “Unless you wanna call in sick? We can order some takeout, watch a movie?”

The offer was tempting, but we really needed the money for rent; and although my pay was crap, the tips were definitely worth it.

“No, I should go,” I said regretfully. “Thanks though.” I glanced over my shoulder at him. Threw him a small smile, feeling bad for having been moody.

“I liked the scarf,” he said, gesturing to where I’d abandoned it. He smiled encouragingly, holding the mirror up at the back of my head. “I’ll hold this so you can see what you’re doing.”

It was easier to do this time, with Billy’s help. Only took me a couple more minutes to get the scarf positioned right and pinned in so that it was secure.

I smoothed my palm over the scarf, checking it one last time in the mirror. I turned to Billy, chewing my lip.

“What happens when it gets too bad to cover up?” I asked.

“I dunno, shave it off?” he answered, shrugging. He put his hands on my hips, pulled me in closer. Slid his hands into the back pockets of my work trousers. “You don’t need hair to be beautiful.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead then one to my lips; lingered there as he said, “Could shave the whole lot off and you’d still look smoking hot.”

I laughed, despite myself.

“Yeah, that’s easy for you to say,” I retorted. I took hold of one of his perfect curls, gently teasing it out straight between my fingers and let it go. Watched it bounce.

“I’m serious,” he said, leaning back to look at me from arms’ length, with a frown. “It’s only hair, right?” He slowly cracked a smile, trying to encourage me to join in. When I didn’t, he quirked an eyebrow at me, “Right?” he prompted again.

I let out an exasperated sigh, rolled my eyes, but indulged him by replying anyway.

“Right.”

That had inadvertently become our motto regarding my hair. When it had originally started falling out, people would say that to me all the time, ‘It's only hair.’ As if that would make me feel better.

It used to really annoy me, but then Billy had started saying it as a joke, and it had kind of stuck. He insisted that if he said it enough times, I actually might start to believe it. Unfortunately, that theory still had yet to be proved.

“Ok, I gotta go or I’m gonna be late,” I said. I wandered through to the bedroom, Billy following behind me, and gathered up my purse and keys. “Bye,” I said, then gave him a kiss on the lips.

He watched me thoughtfully as I left.

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When I got home from work, Billy was nowhere to be seen. Granted, it was late, but he normally never went to bed until I’d come back from my shift.

“Babe?” The living room was empty, the TV murmuring away to itself. I wandered over to it, turning it off.

That’s when I heard a faint buzzing sound. Followed it through the flat until I was standing outside of the bathroom door. I pushed my ear to the wood.

“Billy?” I asked, knocking on the door.

The buzzing cut off abruptly, followed by a short silence and then what sounded like something being knocked over. I heard Billy curse sharply, under his breath.

“Babe? What are you doing in there?” I went to open the door.

“Er, hang on a sec,” he said, then hurriedly added, “don’t come in.” I could hear him scrabbling to pick up whatever he’d dropped.

The buzzing started up again. I figured he must be trimming his pubes. No big deal. I’d seen him do that before, a bunch of times, so I didn’t get what all the fuss was about.

I tried the handle. It wasn’t locked.

“Why can’t I-?”

I froze in the doorway, the words dying in my throat.

Billy was stood, shirtless, in front of the bathroom mirror; an electric razor in his hand.

“Y/N,” he said, exasperated, “I told you not to come in. I’m not done yet, it was meant to be a surprise.”

Well, it certainly was just that.

“Oh my God, Billy,” I breathed, walking into the room.

My eyes fell to the basin at his hips, full of familiar dark blonde curls, lying limply against the white porcelain.

The remaining hair on his head was shaved short, save for a small section at the back, near his neck, which he’d obviously missed and the left side of his head, which he was in the process of shaving before I interrupted him.

I looked him over. Somehow, he still managed to take my breath away, even with a poorly shaved head.

He put the razor down on the edge of the sink. Rubbed his hand over the stubble on his head, surveying his handy work in the mirror.

“What d’you think?” He flashed me that smile of his, in the reflection. Faltered slightly when he saw the way my eyes were welling up. “You hate it?” he asked, sounding unsure; disappointed, even. He turned to me.

“No, of course I don’t hate it,” I said, sniffling. Attempted a smile.

“Then what’s wrong?” he asked. He put his hands on my upper arms, stroking them soothingly.

“It’s just... I feel like this is because of what I said earlier…” I sighed, knowing full well that he’d taken what I said to heart and that’s not what I had intended.

“Well, yeah, it is,” he said, shrugging. He looked like he was going to say something else but I cut in.

“I just don’t want you to regret the decision.”

He laughed.

“Bit late for that now,” he said jokingly. But I didn’t find it funny.

“This is a huge deal, Billy,” I continued, as if I hadn’t heard him. “You love your hair.”

He barely seemed to think about his response.

“Yeah, but I love you more,” he said easily.

I didn’t know what to say. My eyes were welling up again.

“I figured that if you did decide to shave your head, it might be easier if I shaved mine too,” he explained, still gently rubbing my arms. “And besides, no one’s even gonna notice your hair now, with all this going on,” he said, gesturing to his lack of hair.

I sputtered a laugh. That was true, it was a state.

“God Billy, I wish you’d just waited until I got home to start this,” I laughed again, wiping at my face with the sleeve of my work shirt.

“At least it got you laughing,” he said with a smile.

“Yeah, and now I’ll laugh every time I see you,” I joked, picking up the razor. “Let me try and fix this.”

I started carefully shaving the hair at the back of his head then continued the section at the side which he hadn’t finished.

When I was done, I stared into the sink, filled with his beautiful hair.

Billy noticed and turned to me.

“Hey, it’s only hair, right?” he said, placing a kiss on the end of my nose.

I hummed a laugh. Thought about it for a moment.

“Right,” I replied.

As Billy started cleaning up the remains of his mullet, I took off my head scarf, pulling it free of the pins. I folded the fabric in my hands and looked up at myself in the mirror. Suddenly, what I saw didn’t seem so bad.

Billy was watching me from behind.

I smiled back at my gorgeous boyfriend, and for the first time ever, I really did feel like maybe it was only hair.

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For those of you that made it this far, here’s some Billy with his head shaved ;)

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rejectofsociety · 3 years

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Febuwhump: Day Fifteen

Prompt: “Run. Don’t Look Back”

Summary: Our friendly neighborhood Spiderman and his two dear friends find themselves trapped in a maze of terror. They suddenly begin to wonder: is any of this real?

Word Count: 2,031

Warnings: Starvation, Mysterio

Written For: @febuwhump

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They had been trapped inside the same endless labyrinth of insanity for the past two weeks. Peter, Michelle, and Ned had no memories of how they had gotten trapped the maze of a warehouse— they only remembered awaking in a dungeon with their limbs chained down. Using his spider strength, Peter had no problem ripping the chains out of the concrete floor. It had taken some time, but Peter had also managed to carefully break the clamps around their wrists and ankles, leaving them free to trek through the pitch black hallways. They had no source of light but they had quickly learned how to navigate through the dark led by Peter’s fine hearing.

In the two weeks that they had spent fighting insanity with every ounce of willpower they had, the three had eaten absolutely nothing and only drank a little bit of dirty (probably sewer) water that had made their stomach ache and heads spin. For the sake of staying alive, it had been worth it.

The halls were brisk, but not freezing, and uncomfortably damp and musty. The air tasted of decay and smelled just as bad— fortunately, the teens had grown numb to it. Having no sense of time, they would rest whenever they grew weary, taking the time to cling to each other and cry as they wondered if they would ever see the light of day again. They longed for their families and fresh meals, but both seemed to be ridiculous fantasies— merely a joke they could laugh at.

As for Peter, he had been filled with gut-wrenching guilt that he could never shake. He was the hero here, he should have been able to find away out by now. He should have been able to protect them. His spider sense was failing him miserably, only occasionally buzzing at small inconveniences like a nearby fly or rat. Of course, neither of his friends were blaming him and he knew that. But it didn’t matter. He was blaming himself.

“Peter,” Ned called— it was their sixteenth day in the maze, but none of them knew that.

Peter turned his head to look to his left in Ned’s direction, their hands were locked together and their fingers were intertwined. This was how they learned to stick together— holding hands like kindergarteners. Peter would have actually enjoyed holding his best friend and girlfriend’s hands constantly if it weren’t for the circumstances.

“What is it?” Peter asked, his throat was dry and his voice was hoarse.

“Do you think that one movie has come out yet?” Ned often came up with random, normal topics to talk about— it helped keep them sane.

“Man, that’s so vague,” Peter managed to chuckle, “which movie?”

“The one based off the video game.”

“Oh. Uncharted?” Peter assumed, “no, I don’t think it’ll come out for a while.”

“Good,” Ned sighed, “when we get outta here, I wanna see it in a movie theater.”

“Me too,” Peter smiled softly.

Then, Peter felt a slight tug at his right hand, making him realize that Michelle had stopped walking. He muttered for Ned to stop, then protectively tightened his grip on Michelle’s hand.

“Em, what’s-“

“What if we can’t get out,” she muttered tensely.

Peter heaved a sigh, “we’ve already been over this.”

“I-I know,” she stammered, “but I can’t stop thinking about it and-“

Peter let go of Ned’s hand and pulled her into a hug. She practically melted into his touch, resting her head on his shoulder and clutching his ragged shirt. Peter held onto her like a lifeline, hating how she felt like a skeleton in his arms.

“None of this should have happened,” he mumbled to her, his face hidden in her wild curls, “and I’m sorry. But I swear I’ll make it up to you. I’ll find a way out, we’ll all get some lunch, maybe see a movie, we’ll do whatever you guys want. But, for now, we should just focus on sticking together, okay? A-and just walk with me, I’ll handle the rest.”

“Peter, I’m serious,” Michelle whimpered, “what if-“

“Then we’ll die,” he blatantly stated, “but, hell, if we die then I’m so, so grateful to die with both of you. I love you two and I know this whole thing’s been scary as hell, but being with you guys has made it slightly more bearable. If we go down, we’re going down together. Understand?”

Michelle nodded slightly and clung to him tighter. Ned found his way to the two and joined the hug. Peter and Michelle felt his arms wrap around them and they pulled him close. They all shook slightly, but they had grown used to the cold and numb to the fear— at this point, they were just exhausted.

Being ill, weary, and half-starved, the children were on the brink of giving up. Truthfully, they would rather lay down and die than live another second in that nightmarish land. The thought of dying was no longer frightening to them, it was rather welcoming and they were gradually beginning to realize that— despite their optimistic words— there was no hope for them. They were doomed to never escape and-

Suddenly, Peter’s hearing picked up on the faintest whistle of wind passing through a tiny opening. He strained his ears then jumped away from his friends when heard the sound again. It was quiet and far away, but within a second he was able to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from.

“I hear something!” He announced.

“What?” Michelle and Ned demanded in unison.

“C-come on,” he frantically took hold of their hands, practically trembling with anxious excitement, “c’mon,”

“O-okay, okay,” Michelle stammered, “calm down.”

Peter ignored her and hurried down the hall, his friends doing their absolute best to keep up with him. As he made sharp turns and listened to the soft sound, the faint scent of polluted, New York air began to reach his nose. His head began buzzing quietly— it was his spider sense reawakening. Any other time, he would have welcomed it, but at the moment it was obnoxiously confusing his senses. Stop that! He thought sharply, you’re distracting me!

He stopped suddenly in the middle of a clearing to gather his thoughts and refocus his senses on the sound and smell.

“Why did you stop?” Ned asked nervously.

“I need a sec,” he replied, “please be quiet.”

His spider sense began ringing loudly in his ears, yet he continued to try silencing it. It was probably “broken” again because it couldn’t seem to focus on anything. It was just screaming in his ears with no rhyme or reason and bringing him a sense of fierce agitation. He was so close to getting his friends out! This could not be the thing that ruined his mission.

“Peter,” Michelle muttered, tugging on his hand slightly.

“Not now, Em,” he replied through grit teeth.

“I’m serious,” she urged.

“So am I,” he grumbled as his spider sense began focusing on the back of his head.

“Peter, turn around,” Ned snapped anxiously.

Peter looked over his shoulder and was met with the sight of a soft, vibrant green light shining in the distance. He knit his brow in confusion and squinted at it— it was just dim enough that his eyes weren’t crying out in pain quite yet.

“Is that our way out?” Ned asked.

“No,” Peter warily replied, his spider sense was frantically urging him away from the light, “no, it’s definitely not.”

He narrowed his eyes at it, tilting his head away slightly to shield his overly sensitive eyes. The light began gradually growing brighter until the three were forced to shut their eyes and look away.

“Peter, what is that?” Michelle shakily questioned.

“I don’t...” his voice trailed off.

A memory of last year hit him in the chest like a sack of bricks and a single thought took over his mind: Mysterio. His heart began pounding in his chest and his mind raced with solutions. Mysterio. He lied. He betrayed me. All of it was fake... his heart skipped a beat. All of it was fake!

“Peter, what do we do?” Ned asked frantically, making Peter realize how close Mysterio was getting.

“Run,” he stated, letting go of their hands, “you have to trust me.”

“What are you talking about?” Michelle furrowed her brow, she could just barely make out the outline of her boyfriend.

“None of this is real,” he promised, “now run. You’ll find a wall and it will feel like it’s there, but I swear you can walk through it.”

Ned’s eyes widened, “are you sure?”

“Yes,” he stated firmly, “run. Don’t look back. I’ll be right behind you.”

Having no other choices but to listen to their friend, Ned and Michelle agreed. Peter felt Michelle’s lips briefly brush his— a fleeting yet meaningful kiss— then the two took off running.

Peter inhaled deeply, closed his eyes, then turned around to face his enemy. The green light began to dim down, revealing Mysterio standing fully suited a few feet away.

“It’s so, so good to see you again, Peter,” Quentin commented, his voice laced with fake kindness.

“You must really love getting your ass kicked,” Peter snapped hostilely, his eyes still sealed tight.

He was all talk and the villain knew it. The boy was exhausted, fatigued, and would fall over if someone blew on him. But, for the sake of his friends, he had to try to hold Quentin off. Maybe they could get help.

“I admire your confidence,” Quentin remarked, “but we both know you can’t win this one.”

“Honestly—“ Peter tensed his famished muscles and prepared for a fight, “— I don’t give a fuck.”

Before Quentin could make another comment, Peter charged him and the two were launched into battle.

At the same time, Michelle and Ned had just stumbled out of a warehouse wall and onto the streets of New York. Fortunately for them, it was late at night and their eyes were safe from the scorching light of the sun. Still, the lights of cars and nearby buildings were enough to make their eyes snap shut.

“Why did Peter stay behind?!” Ned cried.

A distant car horn screamed in their ears, making them simultaneously jolt in surprise and clap their hands over their ears. They were both trembling and Michelle had tears rolling down her cheeks in panic.

“I-I don’t know,” she replied shakily, then her mind finally put the last puzzle piece into place and she exclaimed, “Mysterio! It’s gotta be him, I just know it!”

Ned’s heart sank, “oh shit, you’re-“

“Ned? MJ?” A voice called as it approached the two mangy, skeleton children, “where the hell’ve you been?”

“What happened to you kids?” A second, deeper voice laced with concern asked.

Michelle shielded her eyes from the lights and looked up to see Bucky and Sam, who were by some miracle at exactly the right place at exactly the right time. Overwhelmed with relief, Michelle threw her arms around Sam and hugged him tightly. Despite his confusion, Sam gently hugged back and was filled with a mix of anger and fear when he felt how thin she was.

Ned cracked his eyes open and quickly pointed to the warehouse, “Peter’s still in there! A-and we think Mysterio-“

“Alright, kid,” Bucky interrupted, that was all he needed to hear, “you two stay here, we’ll have Bruce come pick you up, and we’ll get Peter.”

“Thank you,” Michelle managed as she peeled herself away from Sam, “most of it isn’t even real,” she informed, “be careful about that, please.”

“We’ll keep that in mind,” Sam assured, “thank you.”

“Now stay here, don’t move, someone will get you as soon as possible,” Bucky instructed sternly.

“Yessir,” Ned and Michelle agreed as they sat down on the sidewalk and curled up next to each other.

Sam removed his jacket and draped it over their trembling shoulders then he turned to Bucky. Both men were already tense and prepared for battle.

“This is not how I expected our date night to end,” Sam commented as he stood at Bucky’s side.

“Honestly, this is a better ending than I expected. Finally getting to beat up the guy who hurt Peter is a pretty great way to wrap things up if you ask me,” Bucky replied and Sam chuckled; the soldier smiled fondly. “You ready?”

“Let’s go.”

#i meant to post this earlier #but whatever #febuwhump #febuwhump2021 #whump #peter parker #spiderman #michelle jones #mj #ned leeds #fos #friends of spiderman #spideychelle #petermj #mysterio #bucky Barnes #sam wilson #spiderman ffh #quentin beck

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bittywitches · 4 years

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16 with ethan?

Okay @vintagedolan lowkey this is what would’ve happened in downhill if Grayson hadn’t been an ass lol (jk idk anything about winter sports)

16. Riding together up the ski lift.

This day wasn’t supposed to start with you and your bundle of nerves. Today was going to be a fun holiday with you and one of your closest friends, but when he ended up in bed sick that morning, you knew you weren’t going to be able to drag him out of bed and to the slopes. His head was burning up with a fever, probably because you guys hadn’t been wearing the proper clothing when you took that pitstop to play in the snow. You’d both gone to bed alright but now he was a sneezing mess. The plan was for you to stay back and take care of him, but he’d insisted you go anyways, not wanting to ruin your vacation as well. You were grateful, but still a bit upset that you had to do this all by yourself.

So when you were checking your phone to send one last text to your friend telling him you probably wouldn’t respond to him for the next hour or so, of course you were nervous. But the sudden voice you heard behind you only made that spike even higher.

“Hey, hold on!” You turned to see a boy in a thick jacket and black cargo pants running up to you. His short hair was freckled with white snow, and he had a quiet smile on his lips. “You dropped this.” He held his hand out to you, and you saw that he was holding one of your gloves.

“Oh!” You reached into your pockets and found only one of them in there. You took it from him, your cold fingers grazing his surprising warm ones as you did so. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” He smiled, before turning to jog back towards the two people he’d been talking to. You slid your phone into your jacket pocket, zipping it closed before bending down to pick your board up off the ground. Your eyes seemed to follow him as he left, you slipping on your gloves as they did so, but you quickly turned away when you saw the other man with him look up in your direction, causing your face to heat up. You shook your head, then set off for the slopes.

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Originally, you and your friend were going to go for the Black Diamond, considering you both had a good amount of experience and were pretty good on the slopes. However, you weren’t feeling as confident without him by your side, so you decided to ease in at least a little bit by going for the Blue Square trail first. You had to wait quite a while before you were able to finally get to the front of the line. Eventually you got there, and you slowly glided down until you hit the red marker, your left foot buckled into your snowboard. You felt someone coming up behind you, and the person slid to a stop next to you.

“Hey, it’s you.” You looked up to see the same short haired boy, but now his hair was covered by a cute little beanie and his goggles were hoisted up on his head.

“Oh, hey!”

You replied, looking back behind you waiting for the chair lift to come. When it did, you both gently sat back on the seat, and he reached up to grab the bar above your heads. He looked at you, and you hovered your arms up so he could pull the bar down.

You gave him a quick smile, then looked down. You always liked to watch your feet gradually leave the ground, then see them suspended in the air. Your board gently rested on your other foot. You looked back up at him, deciding to fill the silence. “Where’s your friends?”

His head was turned away from you, watching the trees far off in the distance before turning around at your voice. “Oh, they decided to start on the easier slopes.”

“Ah.”

“You flying solo too?”

“Yea. My friend was supposed to come too but he got sick.”

“Aw, that sucks.”

“Yea.” The sun reflected off of his goggles, and you had to squint a bit to look at him.

“So, you done this before?”

“Oh yeah. I skied a lot when I was younger, but I started snowboarding a lot last winter.”

“You good?”

“I’d like to think so.” You both giggled. “You?”

“Yea, I come lot with my brother so I get a lot of practice.”

You nod your head. “Shouldn’t you be doing one of harder ones then?”

“I like to work my way up.” He responded. “Might as well get the most of all the slopes.”

“That’s true.”

“How about you? Sounds like you’re pretty good.”

You chuckled. “I was going to go to one of the diamonds, but I’ve actually never snowboarded on my own before. Bit nervous about doing it without anybody else with me.”

“Well that makes sense, can be a bit unnerving to feel like nobody’s gonna be there.”

“You wouldn’t even know the half of it.”

The boy went quiet for a moment, but then said “Wanna go down the slope together?” When he turned to look at you his jacket rubbing against itself made a little sound. “Yknow, since it’s your first time.”

“Oh! No, it’s okay, you don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t mind.”

“You probably don’t want me weighing you down, though-”

“No, seriously. It’s all good. I’m used to snowboarding with my brother or some friends too, so.” He shrugged.

You smiled. “Alright, as long as it’s okay with you.”

“One hundred percent.”

“Thank you. It’s really nice of you.”

“Don’t even mention it. Oh- I’m Ethan, by the way.”

“Y/N.” You both awkwardly shook hands, but smiled at each other nonetheless.

“Oh-”

He tapped your shoulder then nodded forward to signal to you that you’d reached the summit. He raised the bar above your heads, and you both twisted your legs so you landed on your boards, gliding gently towards the start of the trail.

“Alright, gimme a sec.” He pulled his gloves on and put on his goggles, and you followed suit. “You ready?”

“Yea.” You looked down the trail, seeing many people racing down the slope, getting smaller and smaller the farther away they got. You took in a deep breath.

“Hey.” You felt Ethan’s hand on your shoulder, and you looked back at him. He looked a little goofy with his goggles on. “You’re gonna be fine.”

You grinned. “Yea, I know.” You paused. “Hey, wanna make this interesting?”

He tilted his head at you. “How so?”

You bit your tongue. “Wanna race?”

“Oh, are you sure you wanna do that? I don’t think you know how good I am.”

“Are you underestimating me?”

He held his hands up in defense. “Of course not.”

“Then how about it then?”

He finally returned your enthusiastic grin. “Alright. Bet.”

“Okay, on the count of three.”

He nodded.

“One, two…” You suddenly pushed with your foot, gliding forward and then down the slope, out of sight.

“Hey, no fair!” He yelled, but laughed still, chasing after you.

You both raced down the mountain, and you could see him gaining on you through the corner of your eye. He passed you for a moment, but he had to swerve to avoid a tree, giving you an advantage. Snow was flying as you seared through it, and it would’ve definitely gotten in your eyes if it weren’t for your goggles. The wind was cold and almost painful against your face, but the exhilaration of the speed made it seem infinitesimal. It’d been so long since you felt so free and alive like this; You were loving every moment of it.

You were both neck and neck, one of you gaining on the other every few seconds, but eventually you ended up gaining a much larger lead.

Ethan was competitive, sure, but for some reason it was like this fire was set within him with you. He needed to beat you. He had to win. So he leaned forward, gaining more and more speed, eventually passing you with the biggest grin on his face. He looked back to you with a victorious expression for just a split second, but that was enough for him to lose focus on what he was doing. He had tried to look for you when he looked back, and it made him swivel a bit, rendering him unable to notice the icy patch he’d just slid onto. His head jerked forward, and he tried to right himself, but when that didn’t work he tried to stop, redirecting his board to get it across the run. However the icy slope made him overshoot, and he fell back, his feet flying up into the air and his shoulder crashed into the ground.

You’d had your eye on his grey jacket since he passed you, so when you saw his fall you gasped, immediately stopping as fast as you could. You quickly unbuckled yourself form your board and picked it up, running as fast as you could to Ethan’s fallen body.

“Oh my god, are you okay??” You asked incredulously, crouching down next to him to turn him around onto his back.

“Fuck, yea. I’m good.” He tried to sit up, but his arm buckled and his back fell against the snow again.

“Jeez, come on.” You grabbed his arm and helped him up, dragging him to the side of the slope so you wouldn’t interrupt any of the other skiers.

“What’d you land on?”

“My arm.” He went to grab his shoulder, but winced when he did.

You took your gloves off and stuffed them into your pockets, running your hands up and down his shoulder. “Does it hurt bad?”

“Not too much. I don’t think it’s sprained or anything.” He stretched his neck out, pulling it away from his hurt arm. “God dammit, I’m sorry.”

“What the hell are you apologizing for?”

“Well I kinda took the fun out of the race, for one thing.” He laughed.

“Don’t worry about that. What’s important is you’re okay.”

“I’m good. Promise.” He sighed. “Probably might wanna take a little break, though.”

You laughed. “Sounds like a good idea.”

Luckily for you both, you were already pretty close to the bottom of the slope so you and Ethan were able to walk the rest of the way down.

“Sorry for ruining your run.” He said once you’d reached the bottom.

“Don’t worry about it. It was still fun.” You smiled.

“I guess I’ll see you later then?”

“What? No! I’m not gonna leave you like this.”

“I was just planning on heading out.”

“Where’re you staying? I’ll drop you off.”

“No, there’s no need for that, really.”

“Come on, it’s basically my fault you’re hurt.” You went to hold his arm but he winced again. “See?”

“It’s okay, I’ll just wait for my friends. You go have fun or whatever.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s kinda cold anyways and I think my nose might freeze off.”

He laughed. “Okay, well, what do you wanna do then?”

You thought for a second. “Wanna… go get some hot chocolate? There’s a cute little coffee shop near here I passed by.”

His eyes brightened. “Yes, absolutely.”

You smiled. “Okay, let’s go.”

#this ending is TRASH #ethan dolan #ethan dolan fanfic #ethan dolan blurb #ethan dolan concept #ethan dolan imagine #ethan dolan x reader #ethan dolan fanfiction #dolan twins concept #dolan twins #dolan twins fanfic #dolan twins blurb #ask

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mithranqueersmusings · 3 years

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The Night Before III

Chapter: 3/15

Rating: E

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr

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Fortunately it didn't take too long to get an Uber, mostly everyone had headed home for the night long ago so there was no longer a desperate scramble for a ride. Ringo still couldn't believe his luck with George sat beside him as they headed back to his place. The driver gave them a curious look, one which said more than words possibly could, but Ringo wasn't fazed by their potential judgement, he felt far too ecstatic.

The only worry Ringo had at the moment was how much of a state his flat was in, but he didn't suppose George was going to spend much time perusing around. It was a decently long journey to his place, luckily the driver had the radio on to fill the tense silence. After a while George placed his hand on Ringo's thigh, rubbing his thumb idly but never looking over to him.

He felt like a teenager again, staying out late and messing around with strangers, it was refreshing to feel so excited about taking someone home rather than anticipating waking up ashamed.

Arriving outside his building, the two of them thanked the driver and braved the cold for a final time. Luckily Ringo had remembered his key - he'd lost count of the times he'd had to spend the night with Paul and John because he'd misplaced his keys again - he fumbled with them slightly. Stepping into the even colder stairwell, Ringo led the way up to his flat.

"No lift?" George asked, disappointed.

"Been broken for as long as I've lived here." Ringo tutted, thankfully he only lived a couple of floors up.

The warmth of his flat was beyond comforting. Ringo flicked the lights on and immediately regretted it, his living room was in a bit of state and he knew his bedroom was considerably worse. He didn't have long to worry though, because as soon as George closed the door behind him, he was pouncing on Ringo.

Reluctantly, Ringo pulled away "Not that I don't want, uh... that right now, I really need to get these wet jeans off." He stammered.

George pouted, it was a sultry sight "Surely getting your jeans off is part of that."

Ringo chuckled nervously "No, yes, yeah. I just can't really get into that mindset with these sticking to my ankles. Fuck knows what's on that bathroom floor."

"Well not too long ago I was, sucking on that thick cock of yours." George smirked, making himself comfortable on the sofa, looking at Ringo with expectant eyes.

Another nervous laugh "Right, right... I'll just be a sec, sorry." He hurried his words and his feet as he headed for his bedroom.

Peeling off his jeans and tossing them into the ever-growing pile of clothes in the corner of his room, he was able to fix a few things to make the place look more presentable. He wasn't even sure if they'd make it to the bedroom, especially with the way George was talking. Fumbling around in his drawers, he found an old condom and returned triumphantly into his living room to find George completely naked lounging on his sofa.

"I got impatient." George explained when Ringo said nothing, just stared with his mouth slightly agape.

"I'm not complaining." Ringo spoke before he could even debate whether it was the right thing to say.

Silence began to fall again before George spoke again "I don't mean to be dramatic, Ringo, but if you don't get over here and fuck me I'm going to lose my mind."

Ringo turned his mind off in that instant, tossing off the remainder of his clothes carelessly across the room as he made his way over to George, still gripping the condom wrapper in his teeth. The sight of George was pure bliss: his slender body was just screaming out to be touched, and Ringo intended on doing far more than that. He was mostly hairless, making his skin appear all the paler.

"My God you're gorgeous." Ringo spoke rapidly as he ran his hands over George's bare chest.

"Speak for yourself." George whispered into Ringo's ear, punctuating his sentence with a bite of his earlobe.

Ringo began kissing down George's neck, taking his time as he made his way down to the nipples. He took them into his mouth eagerly, circling his tongue around and sucking on them slightly. George began letting out soft whines, Ringo could already predict what he'd be sounding like later.

It was pure joy to kiss, lick and bite up and down George's body, the way it made him squirm and moan. Ringo always felt that he got more pleasure by making his partner feel good, and this was certainly one of those times. He breathed against George's erection purely to pull a reaction from him, looking up into the other's eyes Ringo could see he was already unravelling.

"Fuck." George practically shouted when Ringo swallowed him whole without warning.

Ringo chuckled, pressing the coldness of his rings against the hot and sensitive skin of George's inner thigh as he bobbed his head up and down the impressive length. His other hand moved up to George's open mouth, it muffled his wanton moans as he began sucking on Ringo's fingers eagerly. He hadn't known what to expect from George when he first met him, but for him to be so desperate and shameless was definitely a shock. Not that he was complaining, of course.

Removing his fingers quickly, Ringo began circling George's hole. George hissed, throwing his head back against the arm of the sofa. Tentatively Ringo pressed his index finger inside, ring and all, struggling against the tightness of George's muscles.

"Shit!" George burst out "That ring is fucking cold."

Ringo paused immediately, taking his mouth off of George "I can take it off if you don't like it."

George squirmed and Ringo was ready to pull his finger out before George spoke "No, no... It feels good. Put another one in."

"You sure?" Ringo worried he was getting a little carried away, he began moving his finger again slowly.

Picking his head up to meet Ringo's gaze, his eyes filled with lust, George replied "The way you're going I'm gonna cum, and there's no bloody way I'm doing that until you've fucked me."

Ringo didn't need any further encouragement, he pressed a second finger alongside the first gradually. Lowering his mouth again onto George's now leaking cock, he took a slow pace. George continued his drawling moans, his fingers gripping into the sofa cushion for support.

He'd never felt someone as tight as George before, his mind felt cloudy just thinking how it'd feel once he was inside. It wasn't too long until he worked up to three fingers, George was beginning to relax far more now and it made things far easier.

It was clearly a struggle for George to remain still, Ringo had to use his other hand to keep George's hips pressed down. He kept thrusting up into Ringo's mouth, which was far from a bad thing, but it was hard to concentrate on so many things at once. The way George was calling out Ringo's name was criminal, Ringo only wished he'd be able to hear it again past this encounter.

"I can't... I can't wait, just fucking fuck me already!" George whined, his hand moving his hair away from his face.

Ringo let George's cock fall out of his mouth "You've got a right dirty mouth, don't you?"

George smiled, but he couldn't hide completely how overwhelmed he was becoming "I thought you liked my dirty mouth."

"Don't get cocky now." Ringo tutted, thrusting his fingers deeply which pulled a shriek from George.

All the same, Ringo followed George's command and pulled his fingers out as gently as he could manage without slowing down too much. It didn't take more than a few pumps to get himself back to full hardness, though he gave a few extra just so George could enjoy the sight.

"I might have some lube somewhere-" Ringo began but was cut off by George.

"No, no, no. No lube, just give me that cock already, Jesus." George was coming apart at the seams, Ringo couldn't deny that it was a gorgeous display.

"If you're sure..." Ringo rolled the condom on and lined himself up with George's entrance, letting a string of spit drop down onto his cock.

"I'm sure." George breathed, his eyes were wide in anticipation "Wanna feel every inch of you."

Ringo pushed his cock inside slowly at first, surprised at how easily George was taking him, then thrust the last few inches in harshly.

"Fuuuucking hell, George." Ringo groaned "You're tight."

George looked rather satisfied with that assessment, a smug grin spreading on his lips which was soon washed away with a wave of pleasure as Ringo thrust harshly once more. Ringo wasn't sure how long he'd be able to last, not enough time had passed for him to recover fully from their endeavour in the bathroom. Evidently George was having the same problem, the top half of his body was moving around almost erratically as he screamed out desperately.

"Can't believe I'm even fucking you right now." Ringo panted "Feels like a dream."

"Don't get sappy on me now." George couldn't even lift his head to look at Ringo "Let's not pretend you're- Ah!"

Ringo snapped his hips forward sharply "I'm not what?"

"Like you're not stunning yourself." George's voice was getting increasingly strained.

"Now who's getting sappy?" Ringo asked with a smile, lowering himself so he could press his tongue into George's mouth.

George couldn't stop moaning even with his mouth preoccupied, it only spurred Ringo on further to claim George's body. He let out a noise bordering on a growl when he felt George tensing his muscles around him.

"You're gonna make me cum with that shit." Ringo pulled away only marginally, their hot and heavy breaths mingling.

"That's the aim." George kissed Ringo's stubbled jaw "Want you to empty yourself inside me."

Ringo's hips stuttered, he was getting close. George's words certainly weren't helping, nor was the look in his eyes. Everything seemed to have happened so quickly, and now it was nearly over, the thought started to sadden Ringo but he couldn't think for too long with George doing that.

"Jesus." Ringo grunted "Didn't think you were gonna be this dirty."

George wrapped his legs around Ringo to pull him in closer "Don't try and tell me you don't love it."

Ringo could hardly maintain rhythm now, he was sweating and the alcohol wasn't helping his composure.

"Wish you weren't wearing that condom." George breathed "Was hoping I'd feel that warm cum inside me."

"Shit." Ringo stuttered again, almost finishing with those words alone "I'm so close..."

George purred happily "Give it to me, Ringo. Shoot it deep in my ass."

That was the last thing Ringo could comprehend, suddenly he was coming. It took all the little strength remaining in his body not to collapse down onto George entirely. He managed to roll over to the side while he caught his breath, then he felt movement beside him as George desperately wanked himself to orgasm. It didn't take long at all, streams fell onto George's chest and stomach sporadically.

"Fucking hell..." George moaned, letting his arm flop lifelessly at his side.

"I'd have to agree with you on that one." Ringo was returning to a semi-normal state.

Ringo pulled himself off of George and waddled over to his bin to discard the dirtied condom into it. It was an unpleasant feeling, but it was more than worth it. Returning to the sofa, George's eyes were still closed as he heaved his breaths. Ringo sat on the end, lifting George's feet to fall onto his thigh.

This was the moment Ringo had been dreading, ever since he had the inkling that George might be interested in him, he worried how much it would hurt when he inevitably left. He wouldn't be surprised if he got dressed and left right now, he'd got what he wanted so what other reason did he have to stay? It didn't help that a headache was beginning to brew, a sign for copious amounts of water.

Eventually George seemed to return to his body, shifting himself slightly and sitting up as best he could "Don't suppose you've got any pyjamas I could borrow."

Ringo looked at him somewhat confused and somewhat stunned, his eyebrows knitting together as he tried to fit in George's words with the anxious hypothesis he'd been creating in his mind.

"Unless..." George matched his expression "You want me to go? That's fine, totally fine. I should probably-" He started moving off the sofa but Ringo grabbed his wrist, a little more forcefully than intended.

"No!" Ringo surprised himself with his volume and decreasing it immediately "I mean... I'd, um- I'd rather you stayed."

Silence fell heavily. A small smile formed on George's face as he relaxed back onto the sofa, Ringo loosened his grip immediately but kept his fingers on George's skin.

"You better get me some clothes then cause I'm not sleeping naked, you'll only get the wrong idea."

#the beatles #Beatles #beatles fanfic #beatles fanfiction #George Harrison/Ringo Starr #george harrisonxringo starr #george harrisonxreader #ringo starr/george harrison #starrison #starrison smut

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untakenbeepun · 4 years

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For the @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Nightmares

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Pairing: Jupeter

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Peter only bore his trauma at night.

Juno had his shadows written all over him in the scars across his face and his chest, the marks across his arms. Juno's body was a road map of bad experiences, plainly read by anyone who spoke to him for more than a moment. He might bite down on any mention of his family, might clench his jaw and fists and refuse to talk, but nothing could truly hide the way the world had chewed Juno up and spat him out again. Juno's trauma may as well have been a neon sign stapled to his forehead.

Peter didn't have such tells. His body was smooth, free of scars, eyes that revealed nothing. He covered his shadows up with disguises and carefully chosen words. He kept his secrets hidden by a mask that nobody could see through. If Juno hadn't been forced to dig around in his head and watch some of Nureyev's worst memories, he wouldn't have known at all.

Except at night.

When Nureyev slept, the walls that he kept so carefully built were broken down brick by brick. Sleep was the one place that Peter couldn't hide his fears.

Their room on Buddy's ship was small, but comfortable enough. They slept practically on top of each other, Juno resting on Peter's chest, an ear pressed against Peter's heart, Peter's arms wrapped around his waist. He'd fall asleep listening to Peter's gentle heartbeat, the slow rise and fall of Peter's chest soothing him towards sleep.

Juno had never slept so well before, even with the limited space in the cramped quarters.

But cramped quarters also meant nothing to hide.

Juno stirred from his sleep from the first whimper, which started quiet and gradually got louder. As he drifted into consciousness, Juno became dimly aware of Peter's body beneath him, quivering slightly as if he was too cold - but the ship was always far too hot, especially at night. Both Juno and Peter slept in minimal clothing, Juno in his boxers, Peter in a thin sleep shirt. Peter was shuddering now, his forehead drenched with sweat.

"Hey," Juno whispered, his lips brushing against Peter's collarbone. "Nureyev. Wake up."

Peter kept shuddering, his limbs tense as he began to mumble under his breath. Most of it was inaudible, sleep-induced nonsense, but Juno heard his name a few times, along with the word "no," in quick succession.

"Hey, Nureyev," Juno said, a little louder this time, his hands gently stroking Nureyev's face. "Peter. It's time to wake up now. You're okay. You're okay. You're just having a nightmare."

Peter stirred, and Juno held him tight, pressing gentle kisses against Peter's neck. "Wake up for me, Peter. I promise you, you're safe."

There was a gasp, and then his eyelids fluttered, and then Peter was awake, looking up at Juno with those deep brown eyes of his. For a moment, a look of relief passed across his face, relief mixed with a strange sort of desperation, his forehead creased and lines under his eyes.

And then the mask went back up, and it was like the expression had never been there.

"Sorry, darling," Peter said lightly, his voice smooth. "Did I wake you up?"

Juno hummed a non-committed noise from the back of his throat. “Are you okay? Sounded like a pretty bad nightmare.”

“Nightmare? Oh, Juno, it was nothing.”

Juno frowned. Peter was looking at him in that imperceptible way of his. What Juno wouldn’t give to learn how to read what was going on behind those eyes.

“It didn’t sound like nothing.”

“Juno, I can assure you—”

“Don’t lie to me,” Juno said. “Don’t tell me that you’re fine if you’re not.”

“Juno—”

“Nureyev,” Juno said, staring into Peter’s eyes, imploring him to listen. “I know I haven’t always — I know you’re still learning to trust me again after the way I left you… before. I know that I shouldn’t have done what I did back then. It was cruel.”

“We’ve talked about this—”

“No, please, just listen to me for a sec,” Juno said, placing his hand over Peter’s heart. “I know I haven’t given you very many reasons to trust me with your secrets, but I want you to know that you can. I’m not going to disappear again. I won’t do that to you again. I know it’s hard, but if this is going to work, if we’re going to work, I need you to tell me what’s going on in your head.”

“I—” Peter said, and there it was, the shifting in his mask, the slight chink in his armour. “I don’t know how.”

It was, perhaps, one of the most honest things that Peter Nureyev had ever said to him.

Juno looked up at the man who he’d cross galaxies for, the brightest light in a series of shadows, and at once, he understood something about him. Peter Nureyev had never had anybody he could trust. Peter Nureyev had never had anybody he could be honest with. Peter Nureyev moved through identities as much as he changed his clothes, he’d never had a constant, he’d never had a person who stuck around. He’d never had a person to not be okay in front of.

All at once, Juno found that he wanted nothing more than to be that person.

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” Juno said, tracing the line of Peter’s jaw, “if you like, we can just go back to sleep. But…if you want to get it off your chest, you could tell me what the dream was about. I promise that I’ll listen.”

There was a moment of silence, Peter staring down at Juno in a way that made him feel caught in headlights, dazed and dizzy. For a moment, Juno thought he might turn over and ask to go back to sleep, but then he saw Peter bite his lower lip, and take a breath.

“I was back in that room,” he said, and then clarified, “with Miasma.”

Juno moved his head slowly against Peter’s chest to look at him better, and then waited quietly.

“She was gone, and you were—” he stopped short, took a breath— “you were dead. The bomb went off, you were locked inside, and—”

He choked on the words, face creasing up, and Juno watched as a tear slipped down Peter’s cheek. Juno gently brushed it away with his thumb.

“I’m here,” he said, softly. “Right here.”

Peter wrapped his arms around Juno and held him tight. It felt almost as if Peter was trying to pull Juno in and absorb him into his body, afraid that he might disappear.

“I was terrified,” Peter confessed. “When you did that. When you locked yourself in with Miasma. I thought I was watching you die. I dream about it all the time. I see you die over and over again, it doesn’t stop, I don’t know how to make it stop.”

Guilt sank in Juno’s stomach, a familiar old friend he’d lived with for almost as long as he’d been alive. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I never should have done that to you,” Juno said, sliding one arm around Peter’s waist, the other one threading through his hair.

“I’m scared I’ll lose you. I’m terrified that there’s going to be another room, another Miasma, another bomb…”

“There won’t be,” Juno said, fiercely. “I promise you. I’ll never do anything like again. I promise you.”

Peter sniffed, wiping away a tear. “I—” he took a deep breath, “I don’t want to live without you, Juno.”

The confession felt like a huge weight. Peter ducked his head, his eyes flittering away from Juno. Juno reached up to cup his cheek, gently bringing him back to face him, a small gesture that said, I hear you.

“Me, neither,” Juno said. “Let’s make sure it never happens, yeah?”

Peter nodded and swept forward to wrap Juno up in his arms again. They lay there in heavy silence, limbs threaded together, holding each other like they never wanted to let go, until the ship groaned towards morning, and a new day began.

#bad things happen bingo #jupeter #the penumbra podcast #tpp #Juno Steel #Peter Nureyev

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monkey-network · 4 years

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Moonsummer: Prologue

Have you ever gone to such passionate ends for something eternally dispassionate to your problems? All the chaos, the hurdles, for something you’re never certain is real and doesn’t care to know you exist? Why must this be the most favorable punchline to the most cosmically despicable joke imaginable?

A sundial has been erected in the village square for over ninety-nine years. We only know this because of me, one of the few that bothers to keep track of how long it’s been and can somehow answer simply when asked. Not even the headman, who doesn’t look an increment over twenty despite being over sixty, ever cares to remember and sometimes asks me about it’s age whenever I go to visit him. I have to walk by it every morning, evening, and occasional afternoon and over time, I feel like it mocks me. It gets to stand there, useless to no one because no one else notably acknowledges it, perfect as it appears. The hardest stone, with gypsum fragments peppered in its base, smooth slate with barely a chip fallen from its circumferential edge nor of its gnomon. It looks so perfect, so flawlessly antique it almost sickens me that every time I walk out, nary a soul goes up to it to utilize it’s crafted purpose. [sigh] At the same time, who am I to quibble? What does this sundial do that I haven’t done for myself after over fifteen years?

I notably asked myself this as I luckily woke up today, dawn seductively making her way up to my consciousness once more. About as awake as a milligram of yeast is getting its heat, I steadily peer onto the floor boards over the edge of my bed. I was grateful enough to see the beam hit the 7th chalk line so I definitely could get ready easier than most of last week. I scanned the floor for any insects, content to only find a mere pillbug near a dust mite.

Then came the best part of the minute as I rolled over to see that she was still in bed, back facing me. A two by three foot slab of visible bronze skin, glistening from the oil I helped apply last night. I steadily inched my hand up to her left shoulder, with a tear creeping out as I felt the multiple scars that told me of the rapiers responsible for these. This adult back was an artistic yet historical horror, malicious marks that no one could bless away no matter the remedy because, personally, they tell a story I’ve yet to hear. They’ve constantly reminded me of how gutless yet scared I am to just whisper her the question, regardless of how open we’ve been after so long,

“Who are you really, Cassius?”

I pulled my hand back, thankfully she didn’t notice. I rolled back to shift a leg out the sheets, to stop quickly after feeling a damp, goopy cloth on the ball of my exposed foot. I was the right amount of tired to only take a deep breath in muffled revulsion as I immediately recognized the piece of fabric… that was used… to pleasure… my girlfriend.

After cleaning “that” off, I tiptoed into the kitchen to see the grain was in the pot ready to boil. I turned on the heat in the midst of getting the brown sugar and some berries from the bag on the other counter. A couple minute wait goes by, and I hear a familiar creak from the bedroom. Awaken, she has. I turn to see she’s fast as ever to appear before the door, leaning confidently on the frame as it appears she woke up in a snap and is ready to seize. The darkest crimson of her long hair being the first thing I see to ignore the fact that she’s still nude.

“A morning of morns, love,” she yawned out like a grizzly, “bubbling the grain?”

“Yeah,” I said, trying to hide my smile, “something simple for today since we’re gonna be low on vittles for a couple days.”

“Pssh, you say that as if we get much else,” noting with a cheeky scoff, “Then again, this evening I’m certain me and the boys are netting some good ones. Boss said he’ll provide a catch just for me~~.”

“Sure, you should catch those clothes outside before somebody takes them like before.”

“Shit, you’re right! Gimme a sec.”

Cass went into the bathroom which leads to our clothesline outback. I began stirring the grain, taking in its charming warmth. Makes me grateful again that my “family” was as charitous to leave me enough for this old house. Still have regrets, but like this… well aged meal, I should be appreciative that things turned out well. Cass came back in, clothes tucked in her arm, and is still in the nude.

“Aren’t you cold? You gonna p-”

“Nope and nope right now,” she chipperly responded, “I’m in a pretty good mood after last night.”

“I figured with the evidence I stepped in this morning.”

“I thought you were gonna wash it before bed.”

“You said you would since I got to finish.”

“C’mon, you kne~ew I’m a heavy sleeper ‘specially after sex so this time it w-”

Before she could finish, I turned off the heat to slowly look towards here with a smile she knows can chip her confidence, if only for a second. She huffed, instantly lost the argument the moment our eyes squarely locked.

“Damn it... M’kay, I’ll make up for your squeeshy morning,” she slumped her way over to my shoulder with a cornered smirk, “only cause you bewitched me again and since you’re cooking this time.”

Cass slid her arm around my left side, now doing her typical cheek to cheek begging method, “Can I at least stay nude for just a little while longer?”

“Sure,” I said relievedly as we pecked lips real quick, “but clean your bowl before dressing.”

She plopped her clothes on her chair as I gave her the steamy breakfast and put the washed berries in the center of the table. She waited for me to sit down before digging in. She really was in a good mood, she’s always respectful to me but not as patient and awake as this morning. As we started talking about the happenings of the village and her job buddies, I wondered if there was more than the potential “good catch” this evening that had her in such spirit. I’m probably overthinking it, but I don’t know if last night was better than some of the others. It’s never like Cass is hiding something beside her past, but that has never been something I felt could be brought up and not feel too wrong for pressing. Again, it could be just me, but something about Cass’s spirit this morning made me feel different. Different, in a good way.

After eating, we cleaned our bowls. I went back into the bedroom to see the sunlight reaching the 2nd chalk line which means I was on schedule. I got dressed but I decided to not wear my vest today. Not sure why, but I just tucked my tie into my shirt since I didn’t have a clip. I walked back in to see Cass on the hay couch having her jumpsuit on but not fully zipped, still with no top on as she threw her hair back, revealing more of her rosy nipples before facing towards the kitchen.

“Got time to do my hair?” she requested over the shoulder, back once more facing me.

“Of course,” I said calmly, feeling at ease that the morning was running as smoothly as it was.

Sat down to methodically comb these dark red locks as she stared at the front door, I kept pace with braiding her mohawk just how she likes it. Firm up top but not tight all the way down. After a couple minutes, as I was nearing the end of the braid I noticed the scars again. I slowed down for a moment, intrusively imagining countless brutal events in a flash before recollecting myself to finish. I was thankful she didn’t notice the pause. She took a sec to appreciate the work before bouncing to do my hair. I faced the bedroom doorway as I felt those admittedly big hands of hers caress my hair gently before combing it out. I wanna say this is what I’ve come to love about her. A woman bigger than me, far stronger than I could ever do for myself, the body of someone that I can’t help but say was tormented, and she enjoys treating me with genuine grace. I know we helped each other out long ago but, deep down, I feel like she’s too nice to me after all this time. I’m not sure, I don’t know what’s happening with me this morning. I know I love Cassius, she loves me back wholeheartedly, so why does it feel like something’s out of place? Nothing is wrong, but something feels incomplete.

“All good,” Cass says, patting me playfully.

I shake my head, not only to feel the braiding but to wake from the daze.

“Thanks, hon’,” I said putting the braid over my shoulder.

I grab my satchel and Cass grabs her tackle box after finally putting her top on and zipping up her jumpsuit. We put our shoes on and headed out the door. Walking outside, I took in the fresh, cool air of the morning and for the first time in a long while, it felt like things were gonna go my way somehow.

Cass closed the door and whispered, “I know, right? Sex can make for a breath-taking morning.”

“Shut up,” I flusteredly giggled with a playful jab to the arm, “I’ll see you later.”

“Sorry sorry, see you tonight, Aussie.”

We shared one more kiss before she jogged off, waving goodbye as I waved back genuinely.

“See you… Cass,” I whimpered in awe.

I slowly let my arm down, standing in the same spot for longing than desired. I peered passionately at my girlfriend until she was the size of my pinky finger, then I started to walk to my job staring coldly at the ground.

The dirt felt right, damp but not muddy. The breeze felt complimentary to the gradual warmth of the sun, especially on my neck. I honestly couldn’t feel my steps as I went along, like I was just floating along as I felt empty. Not empty in a negative sense, but hardly any other thought I had stayed for more than a second. What came over me? Was I late? No, I kept track; I know I can’t be late? Was I malnourished? No, that breakfast still feels filling to me; ate two whole bowls of grain. Was it... love? More than before when I haven’t felt any different about her? I love her, I know I do, but what is convincing me otherwise? Not otherwise, but variably? Seriously, what other feelings could I have for that beautiful and outgoing and strong and polite an- OOMPH!

My mind played a gag as I somehow walked right into the square’s sundial, stumbling from the pain in the stomach before falling over onto the ground. I writhed for a bit before looking to see the sharp triangular tip of the gnomon spark for a moment. I instantly grew puzzled, so I got up and looked at the big instrument. It wasn’t long before I recognized something that I should have for the past fifteen years… the sundial was facing east. Nobody could even use this because it’s… always been positioned wrong. Something that looks so perfect, and yet could hardly do the one thing it was meant to do for almost a century.

That was when another thought occurred to me. A more deeper thought, one that stuck with me for the many weeks that I’d knowably work through to finally answer it with everything and everyone coming together:

How does time move forward?

#mnky writing #Moonsummer #long post #my story #feedback would be appreciated #fav

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holidaywishes · 5 years

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I’m Here

Requested: 👍

Summary: You and Jamie get into a fight, likely jeopardizing your relationship, and you run to Tyler.

Author’s Note: This one was fun to write. It was a little new to have angst requested but I do love writing some drama into any imagine so I hope you enjoy! GIF not mine, please don’t @ me.

Warning: angst, fluff, hard fluff near the end?

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The night started out like any other. Jamie came home from practice, exhausted, and took a long nap before the two of you went out for the date night he kept postponing.

“Jamie!” you called from the kitchen, seeing if he was awake yet, “we have reservations in an hour”

“Yeah...” he grunted, “I’m up.” There wasn’t much talking while the two of you got ready and the air was tense and thick; the silence seemed to follow you until you got to the restaurant. You sat across from him as the server filled your glasses with water and asked if you’d had a chance to look at the menu.

“Not yet” you smiled and glanced over at Jamie, who just nodded in agreement. The server smiled back before walking away and you looked through the menu, contemplating what to say to break the tension.

“So...” Jamie finally said, “it’s nice to finally get to do this hey?”

“Definitely! It’s been too long, I’ve missed this. Missed you...” you said gently, trying to gauge his reaction

“I know babe, I’m sorry...” he replied but didn’t raise his eyes to meet you, making you furrow your brow

“Is something wrong?” you asked abruptly and he finally looked up at you, confusion plaguing his features, “I mean did I do something?”

“What? no, of course not,” he said defensively, “why would you think that?”

“Jamie, baby...” you tilted your head to the side, “you’ve barely looked at me all night or spoken to me. I’m not stupid, I can tell that something’s... off”

“Let’s not do this right now. I just want to have a nice dinner okay?”

“So there is something wrong?”

“(Y/N) just drop it for right now okay?”

“Is it Katie?” you asked tentatively, noticing his eyes grow wide at the mention of his ex’s name and all you could manage was a nod, “I see...”

“(Y/N)...”

“We’ll talk about this later.. maybe.. I can’t look at you right now.” You stood up from the table, navigating your way out to the street to put as much distance as you could between you and Jamie. But it wasn’t long before you felt his hand reach out and grab your shoulder before you could even think to hail a cab

“Talk to me about it now...” he pleaded

“No”

“Please...”

“I don’t want to talk about this until I’ve had a chance to.. digest it..” You knew exactly how the conversation was going to go. He was still in love with her and she was back in his life and they owed it to each other to give it another chance. But what did that mean for you? The love you had for Jamie would be completely destroyed because of an ex he couldn’t forget. You wanted him to be happy but the idea of not being with him, broke your heart.

“There’s nothing to digest,” he shouted and you huffed, finally giving up on hailing a cab, “just come home with me. Let’s talk...”

“Just give me the night to think about it Jamie,” you turned and began walking toward your apartment, “can you just do that?”

“No, I can’t. Not like this.” You continued storming away from him while he called after you to try to get you stop and talk to him. The pleading in his voice almost made you stop but the hurt was bubbling up in you and you didn’t want to cry in front of him about this. The further you got down the street, the more mumbled his speech became and the more irritated he got with you, making you more irritated with him. So, you stopped.

“God damn it Jamie! Stop mumbling, you wanna talk? Fine we’ll talk” you yelled

“Good I--” you raised your index finger to stop him before he went too far

“No..” you said, “Let m-- Have you started seeing her again?”

“Not like that,” he admitted, “but I have been.. hanging out with her every once and a while”

“Without me there?”

“Yes..”

“Without Ty or the guys there?”

“Right..”

“So.. when you say hanging out, do you mean that you’re fucking her?”

“Jesus (Y/N), we’re in public”

“I don’t fucking care Jamie! Answer the question”

“No, it’s just hanging out. Nothing more”

“Then why have you been hiding it from me?”

“Because I.. I didn’t want to hurt you”

“And lying to me was supposed to not hurt me?”

“I didn’t lie!”

“You lied by omission!” he had no rebuttal, “I get it Jamie, you love her. You always have and you probably always will. I can’t stop you from feeling that way but I think I deserve enough common decency for you to tell me the truth”

“What truth am I supposed to tell you?”

“All of it! Any of it!”

“You want me to tell you the truth that my heart was in fucking pieces when Katie and I broke up the first time?” he yelled, veins popping out in his neck, and inched closer to you with each statement, “the truth that meeting you felt like some cosmic joke because you made me feel the way that she did? At least for a second? The truth that after six months of dating you, I knew I’d never love you--” he finally stopped before he could finish his last statement, hearing the gasp escape your lips

“You never loved me? Not for one minute?”

“I did love you...”

“You just weren’t in love with me.. You just felt like making me look like an idiot!”

“See! This is not what I wanted! I didn’t want to hurt you. You asked me to tell you all of this. To tell you the truth! So I told you, you can’t fucking blame me for this”

“Tell me one thing that was fucking real about our relationship? That wasn’t you vying for the affection of your ex-girlfriend or trying to make her jealous or trying to force something to be something that it clearly wouldn’t be!”

“Don’t act all innocent in this...” he said snidely and you felt a new kind of anger course through you that you had never before

“What the fuck does that mean?!” you asked sternly

“You know exactly what it means”

“No no, go on. Tell me. How the fuck am I to blame in the scenario where you never loved me?”

“You knew how broken I was after Katie and I broke up but you didn’t care,” you dropped your jaw slightly before he continued, “all you wanted was to be able to say that you were dating a professional hockey player, the captain of an NHL team no less, that it didn’t matter what state I or anyone else was in”

“Fuck you!”

“You know I’m right!”

“You think I’m that fucking shallow that I wouldn’t let you grieve your fucking relationship? I didn’t pounce on you as soon as I met you, Jamie, or as soon as you broke up with Katie. I got to know you and gradually fell for you. But hey, if you think I’m such a terrible person who doesn’t care about your feelings then this,” you gestured between the two of you, “was inevitable.”

“Maybe it was...”

“You know what, no. I’m a good person. I tried to give you space, I let you talk about her and the relationship, I never pushed you. I waited for you to open up to me. I wasn’t the one who lied or cheated or forced themselves into a relationship”

“I didn’t force myself into the relationship,” he tried, “and I didn’t cheat! My feelings have always been... complicated... You knew that and you did nothing!”

“For Fuck Sake Jamie! I didn’t think there was anything to worry about. Had I known that you had ‘complicated’ feelings, I would’ve ended things. To give you peace of mind or whatever..”

“How gracious of you” he said sarcastically just as it started to rain

“Stop being such a baby. You didn’t want to hurt my feelings? Gee thanks. But I’ve had it with the lying and the awkward silences and the postponed date nights and the angry outbursts after losses. You don’t want me, you want her? Great. I wish you well, Jamie Benn!” you shouted, raising your hand above your head and turning your back on your now ex-boyfriend who could only muster two words as you walked away

“Goodbye, (Y/N)...” the softness of his words confused you. After all the yelling and the swearing and the arguing, the kindness that you always associated with Jamie had found its way back to his voice, leaving you with tears streaming down your face.

You thought you were walking back to your apartment but, with the fight, you had taken a different route and now you were lost, soaking wet as it continued to pour. You took a second to look around and when nothing looked familiar, you sat down on a bench to try and get a little bit of shelter with no luck. When it appeared that the rain wouldn’t be slowing down anytime soon, you knew you had to find some way home but you didn’t see any cars and your phone had run out of battery, so you were more or less stranded.

“Shit” you thought to yourself, looking down both streets of the intersection you were at trying to place yourself, letting your feet choose the direction instead when you couldn’t. It felt like you had been walking forever but you still had no idea where you were until you saw something vaguely familiar. Somehow, you’d manage to wind up in a gated community but not just any community: Tyler’s. You walked up to the booth and asked if you could call him, to see if he was home and the guard obliged, dialing Tyler’s number while keeping his eye on your shivering frame.

“Hello?” his voice rang

“Mr. Seguin, you have a visitor here to see you?” the guard said suspiciously

“I do? I wasn’t expecting anyone”

“Can I just talk to him? Just for a second?” you asked the guard, who handed you the phone slowly, “T?”

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in? It’s pouring outside and I’m freezing!”

“Of course, hand me back to the guard”

“You can let her through”

“Alright then...” the guard replied and you were on your way, your only task now to find which mansion was Tyler’s. You managed to make your way to his front door and knocked timidly a few times before your teeth started chattering; making you knock faster and louder.

“H-- Oh my god, you’re soaking wet. Come in, come in,” Tyler said sympathetically, “I probably have some extra sweats for you. Let me just grab some, one sec.” While he ran off to find you some dry clothes, you wandered over to his fireplace to warm up, his three labs sniffing and licking your bare, wet legs.

“Hey guys!” you cooed, leaning down to pet each dog, “it’s been a long time but I guess you remember me huh?” Marshall was the first to kiss your face, followed rather clumsily by Gerry and Cash attached himself to your leg each time you walked around.

“What softies huh?” Tyler said as he leaned on the wall, “they love you.” Your head shot up and you gave Tyler a look that neither of you were expecting and you could tell he was waiting for you to explain

“Yeah well...” you sighed, “they might be the only ones...”

“What are you talking about?” Tyler said as he handed you one of his t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants

“Jamie... we broke up. He said he never loved me,” you said, “a lot of things were said but he’s still in love with Katie. And that was the gist of it all...”

“He did love you,” Tyler said, placing one hand on your arm, “trust me...”

“I just wish I could’ve seen it or stopped it or reacted differently...”

“It’s probably not as bad as you think”

“Oh it’s worse.. Ty, you should’ve heard us. Yelling like immature teenagers in alleyways. Cursing at each other every other word. It’s not like me, or him for that matter.” You gestured to the dry clothes as if to ask where you could change and he pointed to the guest room down the hall

“There’s a bathroom in there, you can just leave your wet clothes in the shower”

“Thank you,” you said sweetly, continuing to yell to him with the door cracked, thinking he would have no problem hearing you, “I just wish he had loved me the way I loved him, you know? Maybe he’s right though...”

“What?” Tyler called out as you continued talking, “(Y/N) I can’t hear you...”

“I mean it’s not like I meant to make him move too fast, I thought he was in a good place when we got together. I mean he seemed like he was in a good place, didn’t he?” your legs were bare but they were soaking wet so you grabbed a towel to pat them dry first before peeling your now-impossibly skin tight dress off your body, hearing it plop onto the tile of the shower, “he’s a good guy and I think I might have drove him a little crazy..” Tyler finally got to where your voice was coming from, just in time to see you pat down your body and slip on his t-shirt and he wasn’t sure what to do exactly, all he knew was that he couldn’t let you know that he saw you

“Honestly, Chubbs will bounce back. Whatever’s going on with him and Katie has always been complicated... I thought you were good for him.” You opened the door to find Tyler with his back to you and you let out a small smile

“Hey..” you said to get him to turn around, scaring him a little, “sorry didn’t mean to scare you. Thank you again, for letting me come in and for letting me borrow your clothes”

“It’s no problem, honest. I’m here for you, whenever you need me...” he said softly and you found yourself captivated by his eyes. You managed to sneak by him and find yourself a spot on the couch, to complain a bit more but to generally try to understand why this had to happen

“Just hear me out,” you argued, “if he was still in love with Katie, why did he agree to go out on that date with me? Even if it was just supposed to be a rebound date, or a hookup, why didn’t he just do that and then never talk to me again?”

“Because,” Tyler responded, “the more time he spent with you, the more he liked you. The guys on the team too. It seemed like a waste not to have you in our lives...” He laughed, forcing a smile to play on your lips

“I’m serious, Ty,” you pushed his shoulder jokingly, “why can’t I ever be the one that the guy chooses? Why can’t the relationships I’m in ever work out?”

“Maybe this one had to do with the age difference?”

“Three years?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe you can only manage a two year age gap”

“Yeah.. somehow I don’t think that’s it.” He shrugged and let you rant for a little longer before you eventually tired yourself out

“Can I say something?” Tyler asked

“Of course..” you hesitated

“I can beat him up for you if you want, if you’re truly heartbroken and wrecked over this whole thing. I can throw him up against the wall -- he’s a little bigger than me but I’ve got rage”

“You’ve got rage?”

“A little...” he joked, “but I don’t think it’s necessary”

“Why’s that?”

“Because you haven’t cried over him,” he pointed out, “in this whole ‘therapy session’ you haven’t shed a single tear over losing Jamie.” You hadn’t realized it but it was true. Losing Jamie hurt, and it pissed you off that it had to end like that, but somewhere deep down, you must have been preparing for it.

“I guess you’re right,” you said, “that’s so strange. I wonder why that is?” You noticed Tyler shrug and just as you were about to get up, the dogs jumped up on the couch, ultimately pinning you next to Tyler

“Guess you’re not going anywhere,” he laughed and you turned your head to smile up at him. And there it was again. That glimmer in his eye that you’d never seen before, the one that made it nearly impossible to look away. Him clearing his throat brought you back to reality and you were left contemplating a whole new set of problems while Tyler turned on his T.V., “what do you wanna watch?”

“You choose” you said, nerves now stinging every part of you.

What is this supposed to mean? you thought, why can’t I stop staring at him? It’s not like I’ve never noticed his appearance before.. But why now? Does this mean that my feelings for Jamie were all wrong? Or am I reading too much into this? I’m reading too much into this... that’s all it is, of course, that’s all it is. You knew you were just trying to convince yourself of something, to protect yourself from feeling something you didn’t want to feel. Tyler was never going to see you that way and you had figured that out ages ago but, suddenly, being here with him now, like this, was making you think up scenarios. You adjusted yourself and the dogs, so you could sit up straight on the couch; next to Tyler instead of against him.

“Everything okay?” he asked

“Yeah.. yeah, I’m good” you replied, keeping your gaze on the screen. You could feel Tyler peeking at you every once in a while, so you starting sneaking stares too, when the two of you caught the other. He didn’t speak, neither did you and it was killing you; you waited for him to break the silence, or the stare, but he didn’t budge, so there you were, drowning in his eyes again.

“The rain hasn’t slowed down at all from the sounds of it” he finally said and you scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion before finally saying that it was going to be a long night.

“I’m a little tired. If it’s okay, I think I might just go lie down in the guest room.” He nodded and told you to have a good sleep and you gave a quick goodnight, closing the door behind you and letting out a sigh before crawling under the covers of the queen size bed in front of you. You fell asleep to the sounds of raindrops outside and the light breeze that came through the cracked window. Some time later, in what felt like an instant, Tyler was waking you up from your slumber; it was still raining so it couldn’t have been too much later but the clock read 2 AM.

“What’s wrong?” you said groggily, rubbing your eyes as you sat up

“Nothing..” Tyler answered, sitting down beside you, “I just couldn’t let you go without telling you...”

“Telling me what?” your eyes had grown wide and your heart raced with the silence that covered the room

“I told Jamie to go out with you, to go on that first date...” his head sunk low, “I thought he needed to get over Katie and you seemed like a good girl to do that with...”

“I don’t und--”

“I just didn’t know how great you’d be,” he cut you off, “or how much I’d like being around you. Or how much I’d fall for you..”

“Tyler...”

“I just needed to say it, you don’t have to say anything. I’d actually rather you didn’t. I just needed to say it.” You thought about what his words meant for a second, and his request not to say anything, before moving closer to him. You put your finger on the side of his face to turn him to you, staring into his eyes one last time before leaning in and laying a soft kiss to his lips, half expecting him to pull away and say that you didn’t need to or that you shouldn’t but he stayed silent. Tyler leaned into the kiss, placing one hand on the back of your head to intensify it and your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck; you felt him nip at your lip just before he pulled you into his lap, heating up the kiss that much more. His tongue traced along your lips for a minute, begging for entry and you moaned into his mouth, allowing his tongue to dance with yours. The kiss practically melted your whole body and you didn’t want it to end, so you pushed Tyler down onto the mattress, making sure not to break the kiss and reveled in the feeling of his hands along your body. When you began trailing the kiss down his neck, Tyler let out a few small moans that you desperately wanted to hear more of but he stopped you

“Maybe we shouldn’t” he said, sitting the two of you back up

“Why not?” you stared at his lips, plump and red from the intensity of the kiss

“You just broke up with your boyfriend. My best friend. My captain...”

“And..” you said non-nonchalantly as you moved your hands to the hem of his shirt, kissing his neck as you did so

“And I don’t want to be the rebound...” he blurted out, causing you to stop what you were doing. You knew exactly how he felt. Being the rebound was a curse you wouldn’t place on your greatest enemy and Tyler deserved better. You met his stare through your hair that had fallen in front of your face and nodded slowly

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” Just as you went to shift away from his lap, you heard him gulp harshly and his grip tightened on your hips

“Maybe..” he hesitated, “maybe we could go slowly...”

“It’s probably not a good idea, Ty,” you started, “no matter how much we want to”

“Kiss me again and tell me that it’s a bad idea”

“Kissing you again would be a bad idea...” you smirked but you were no match for the man in front of you; whose hands had snaked their way up your sides distracting you from everything around you long enough for him to push your hair off your neck and lay soft kisses along your collarbone. It really was a bad idea, both of you knew it, but the energy was magnetic, the need you had for each other was electric and you realized in that moment that this was why you hadn’t cried when you were talking about Jamie.

Because you were missing the passion in your relationship. The passion that never felt like this and you wondered how you’d survived this long without it.

#Tyler Seguin #Tyler Seguin Imagine #Tyler Seguin Fluff #NHL Imagine #Dallas Stars Imagine #Jamie Benn

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Three Dates To Falling In Love

Rating: G/SFW

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1895

Fandom: Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark

Ship: Chuggie

Summary: Three dates that Chuck and August go on in the fall.

Notes: Tickletober Day Eleven: Fall. Modern day SSTTITD AU bc I want my gay sons to be able to go on a date

Autumn had always been August’s favourite season, ironically enough. He adored the calming scent of the fall air, and the way that the cold nipped at the tip of his nose and his fingertips. The beauty of the trees as their leaves went from green to a breathtaking array of warm colours brought to him a feeling that he found nearly indescribable, and the silence that fell upon the town was peaceful and calm. August loved everything about fall, and he would live in it forever if he could.

Chuck didn’t so much enjoy autumn as he did the summer, but for August’s sake he tried to plan frequent dates during the fall, the two went apple picking, they carved pumpkins, and they drank hot cider. All the new memories they were making together just added to the love August felt for the season, and the love that he felt for his boyfriend, and it kind of scared him. Then again, falling in love under the autumn moon is not the worst thing that could happen.

- Date One -

“It’s supposed to start raining soon,” August breathed out, fiddling with Chuck’s fingers that had been lazily placed within his hands.

“Do you want to go inside?” Chuck replied, looking down at their interwoven fingers.

August thought to himself for a moment, his brow thick with consideration before he relaxed his tensed features once again, “would it be weird if I said no? I love the rain.”

“Not weird at all, A,” Chuck started out, getting up from the blanket they had laid on in the grass, “but I don’t want you to catch a cold, come with me for a sec.”

August obeyed, stretching out as he rose, the two of them having taken a nap in the grass of the backyard only a half an hour earlier. Chuck opened the backdoor, walking up the stairs until he reached the closet between his room and Ruthie’s, inside was thick fleece blankets and pillows. Chuck grabbed the softest and the widest of the blankets, making sure he had a selection, before prompting August to grab some pillows. August complied once again, but he was a little confused as to what they would be doing with the blankets and pillows.

When the two boys descended the stairs once again, Chuck stopped them in the kitchen, grabbing some garbage bags from the cupboard and loading his arms again.

“Any chance you could grab a chair, Augs?” The blond nodded, piling his pillows on top of the chair and carrying the chair out into the yard.

They dropped the blankets and the pillows onto the blanket that they had originally left there, and August placed the chair down. Chuck moved the chair, so that it would be closer to the railing of the porch that his father had recently upgraded.

He began to drape the wider blankets over the railing and the back of the chair, and finally August could understand what was going on. “I like your thinking Steinberg.”

August started placing the fuzzier blankets beneath the ones that were bridging the porch and the chair, putting the pillows in the fort as well, and finally helping Chuck to put the garbage bags on the top, waterproofing their hideaway.

Once they were finished, they both crawled into the tent, propping Chuck’s phone up on the seat part of the chair in case they decided to watch Netflix later. The rain started almost immediately, August praising Chuck for his perfect timing.

They decided that they would watch It, and Chuck called Ruthie, begging her to put on her raincoat and bring them snacks.

“You two are so cute, I could throw up,” Ruthie joked, making gagging sounds as she handed them a bag of freshly popped popcorn and a bag of trail mix.

“You know, I’ve never found this movie too scary,” Chuck shrugged, fiddling with one of the blankets draped over them.

“Me neither, but maybe that’s because I’m a clown everyday too,” Chuck laughed at this comment, shaking his head in disagrement.

“Yeah, sure, but you’re my clown.” He touched their noses, and Auggie averted his eyes, looking down shyly.

“Don’t get cheesy on me babe,” August teased, squirming his hands down and lightly tickling his boyfriend’s tummy.

“Hehey! Dohohn’t doho that!”

“How could I not? You’re just too cute.”

Chuck continued to softly giggle, snorting every few moments, but not bothering to move his boyfriend’s hands. If anything, he had cuddled closer to August since the taller boy had begun his onslaught.

August leaned in, peppering kisses along Chuck’s collarbones as he continued the tummy tickles, an airy element joined the brown haired boy’s giggles. He tossed his head back from side to side, but his arms remained at his sides, kicking and laughing.

August came to a gradual stop, placing a final kiss on the shorter boy’s nose. He admired him as he calmed down from his giggle-high, thinking about his admiration.

“How can one person be so precious?” That received reddened cheeks, as Chuck frantically covered his face with his sleeves. “Did I say that out loud?”

Chuck laughed again, nodding from behind his palms. “Who’s the cheesy one now?”

- Date Two -

“Auguuuust,” Chuck moaned out from his oddly sprawled position on the couch, his legs wildly thrown about as his face hovered inches from the floor.

“Yes dear?”

“I’m hungry,” Chuck whined, letting his entire body come to a slow fall as he softly slid to the floor.

“Then come with me, I’ll make you something,” August got up from where he had been doing a crossword, walking into the kitchen.

Chuck followed him, jumping up on the counter next to the fridge. He watched intently as the other boy took out ingredients, turning on a pot of water to boil as he tossed a package of zoodles into it.

“If you had let me know earlier I could’ve made you something from scratch instead of this boxed crap,” August explained, a little upset that he had to give his boyfriend anything less than his best cooking.

“It’s okay A, I’m gonna love anything you make.”

August continued with making the food, putting garlic bread in the oven to accompany the noodles.

While waiting for the zoodles to cook, August walked over to Chuck, resting his head on the other boy’s chest. August found himself thinking about Chuck all the time lately, it was driving him nuts. It was driving him absolutely up the wall. He didn’t know what it was. He thought about Chuck’s smile, and his dimples, and his hands. He thought about his hair, and his laugh, and his jokes. Everything about Chuck made August crazy, and words couldn’t explain why.

August removed himself when he heard the familiar ding of the oven, adding cheese and sauce to the zoodles, and removing the garlic bread from the oven. The boy plated food for the both of them, and they sat across from each other on the bar stools at the island.

They ate in a comfortable silence, and August couldn’t help but stare at the boy across from him, admiring everything about him.

“I can feel you staring at me Augs, what’s up?”

“N-nothing,” August stuttered, blushing a deep red as he looked at his food. Chuck giggled, that sweet familiar giggle that August loved so much, and went back to eating.

After they finished, they dropped their plates in the dishwasher, leaving the kitchen to find something to do.

“Hey,” Chuck started out, “will you teach me how to play the piano?”

“I’d love to,” August retorted, a smile beginning to form on his face.

Chuck sat at the piano bench, putting his hands on the keys without pressing. August flipped the sheet music to his personal favourite, Clair De Lune, and placed his hands on top of Chuck’s while standing behind him. He gently guided his boyfriend’s finger’s through the song, the music playing beautifully without any mistakes, Chuck was always a quick learner. August leaned down once the song was finished, placing his head in the brown curls of his boyfriend and wrapping his arms around the shorter boy’s body.

They stayed like that for a while, completely content with the silence.

- Date Three -

“Continuous as the stars that shine, and twinkle on the milky way, they stretched in never-ending line, along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance,” August read from the book in front of him, a collection of poetry from the Romantic period. He was reading as he carded his fingers through Chuck’s soft hair, and tracing random patterns along his neck as his fingers came to it.

Chuck’s head was in Auggie’s lap, and Auggie’s back was against a tree. They had brought a picnic and picked up some fall drinks from a local cafe, and now they were in a park, taking in the beautiful sights and watching the leaves fall around them.

August stopped reading, lost in his thoughts for a moment, he had recently been able to discern what he felt for Chuck, and he wasn’t scared anymore, but he didn’t know how he would tell him.

“Why’d you stop?” Chuck questioned, looking up at his boyfriend. August felt winded every time Chuck looked him in the eyes, and he hoped that his boyfriend would give him butterflies forever this way. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” August dismissed, bringing his book back up to his line of sight. Chuck brought his own hand up to bring it back down, his puppy-dog eyes visible from above the book.

“C’mon, it’s not nothing.”

“Sorry, my lips are sealed.”

“I can change that.” Chuck sat up, sitting in front of August so that the blond would be stuck in between him and the tree that his back was against. Chuck stuck out his fingers, bringing them down on August’s tummy.

The reaction was instant, August started to giggle, a giggle that Chuck absolutely adored. If he could only choose one sound to hear for the rest of his life, he’d think he’d choose that one. August’s laughter brought out the child in him, and it always made him look ten times younger.

“Yohohoure mehean,” August giggled, squirming about to avoid Chuck’s nimble fingers.

Chuck leaned in, nibbling on his boyfriend’s ear, August tried to shake his head to get away from it, snorting softly, his hands intervening with Chuck’s. Much like Chuck, August didn’t really mind the tickling, but he couldn’t help himself from reaching out and blocking his vulnerable spots.

To avoid August’s hands, Chuck wormed his fingers up to the taller boy’s ribs, August’s previously soft laughter doubling.

“STahahap! Ihihi cahahan’t,” August squealed out, managing to stop one of Chuck’s hands, but having to use both of his to keep it stopped. “Ohohokay! Ihihill tell you!”

Chuck slowed his fingers, drawing little shapes on August’s skin as August’s final giggles flowed out of him.

Chuck looked worried, expectantly waiting for August’s confession.

August opened his mouth and gaped like a fish for a moment, until he mustered up the courage to speak, residual giggles still pouring from him.

“I- I think I’m in love with you.”

Chuck visibly sighed with relief, his body untensing as he let out a breath. “Well, the feeling is completely mutual, Auggie.”

#ticklish!auggie #ticklish!chuck #Chuck Steinberg #august hilderbrandt #Scary stories to tell in the dark #tickletober #chuggie #i just want my boys to go on dates #in public #without judgement #thats what they deserve

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isaac-lahey-imagines · 5 years

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IMAGINE #68 || REQUEST #32

So I kind of patterned this with the episode Chaos Rising and the episodes after it, and boy did I went back to my ATLA roots and shipping the hell out of Zutara (again). And I think I just turned my sister into a Zutara shipper lmao.

Disclaimer: This is not beta-checked, the usual things I say like if there are any errors, my bad! Also a disclaimer, I used the bad (my friends described it as cursed lmao) avatar live-action bending scene gifs so yeah, I had to scan through the movie to see what I can use, and can I just say that it was so cringy? Like up until now I hate it with a burning passion. I just hope that the Netflix live-action adaptation will be better.

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Gathering in Derek's apartment to plan the rescue mission, Stiles had laid out the blueprint of the bank and started talking while scribbling on the piece of drafting paper.

"Uh, why isn't she helping?" You heard a voice suddenly speak up over Stiles' explaining the contents of the blueprint.

"She's helping us, trust me," Scott answered, eyes not leaving the floor plan of the bank.

"What? How?" Peter asked again. "And who is she?"

"She's none of your business, now shut up," Stiles replied quite fast before he went back to pointing at the figures and labels of the floor plan.

"Oh, but I would like to know who are the people you're inviting into my apartment-"

"Peter, shut up." Derek cut him off. "And it's my apartment."

You felt eyes staring daggers into you as you remained unphased by the older Hale, it didn't sit well with him that he wasn't 'feared' by a teenager, let alone a girl. He wanted to say something else but was told off by Derek to let it go.

It was by this time you felt your meditation was working when you felt Isaac's presence, it was weak but unstable. This left a heavy weight in your chest when you tried to coax him out of this strange 'trance' but it wouldn't work, no matter how much you tried there was this bizarre blockage that hindered it.

"Forget the drill," You heard Derek disregard Stiles' suggestion of bringing power tools.

"I'm sorry?" Stiles questioned, looking to Derek with confusion with Scott mirroring his expression.

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?" The werewolf asked in all seriousness.

You can feel Stiles look to Scott and your brother giving him an 'I don't know what he's talking about' look.

"What do you think you're gonna do, Derek?" Stiles asked. "You're gonna punch through a wall?"

"Yes, Stiles." He breathed out. "I'm gonna punch through the wall."

"O-okay, big guy. Let's see it." Stiles challenged. "Let's see that big ol' fist. C'mon."

Curiosity got the better of you making you disregard your meditation and open your eyes and look to where your brother and the others were. Stiles continued to 'mock' Derek and his werewolf abilities while Peter sat on the circular stairwell watching and rolling his eyes at the pathetic mockery of their kind.

"Get it out there, don't be scared. C'mon the big bad wolf gonna punch through the wall," Derek lifted a fist in between them before Stiles lifted his flat palm in front of it and held Derek's wrist a few inches away.

"Okay, see this?" Stiles started. "That's maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co-"

And just like that, the sound that resembled watermelon being crushed echoed in the loft as you watched Derek effortlessly jabbed the make-believe wall Stiles created with his flat palm. Your brother's best friend ended up being shoved backward and have his arm hit against the metal table, the sound painfully echoed through the walls while a pained expression was evident on his face as he whimpered.

"Agh!" His voice cracked as he walked away from the two werewolves to where you were. "He can do it!"

You tried to hold your laughter, your smile even, as you bit your lips in between your teeth. You maneuvered Stiles to sit in front of you and gathered water in your hand before aiding the injured extremity and encasing his hand in the water bubble you created and working on it the way your teacher taught you.

It took another hour for them before they settled with an alternative plan, a plan that involved you this time.

"No, she's not coming with us." Scott's voice boomed making you jerk a little in surprise, his hands clenching the sides of the table that had the architectural blueprint of the Beacon Hills bank on it. His knuckles turning whiter the more he listened to Derek explain as to how you were going to be of great help in the rescue mission.

"Yes, she is." Derek continued their little banter back and forth as if you weren't in the room.

"She'll fit perfectly in the vent-" Stiles defended, noting that with your abilities, it'll be a plus on their side.

"No, I won't let her." Scott cut him off, feeling frustrated with how the other two seemed keen on putting you in danger's way.

"What does she do, anyway?" Peter decided to join and tried to sound relevant and ask but was rather ignored as Stiles and Derek teamed up against Scott and continued.

"C'mon, Scott." Stiles started again. "Just think-"

Stiles didn't get to finish whatever he was going to say when the lights in Derek's place flickered while a buzz of electricity sounded and sparked on top of them, their attention suddenly cautious at what was happening with their surroundings.

"I'd prefer to make my own decisions and not let other people dictate what I can and cannot do." You spoke, standing up from your comfortable seat on the couch and accidentally spilling the water blob that encased Stiles' hand on himself making it look like he wet his pants. You apologized quickly, your mood changes for a split second before returning to your irritated state.

"I know you mean well, Scott. But I can handle myself out there," you argued to your brother. "I can practically outmatch every single one of you here."

Though the majority of the men in the room agreed, one didn't. He stood from his sitting position on the stairs and looked like he wanted a challenge.

"Uh, Peter-" The man ignored Stiles' protest as he stood right in front of you, Scott gave a low warning growl just as Derek did the same with their claws slowly showing.

"I wouldn't say that if I were you, little girl," Peter advised, his eyes squinting and head shaking in disbelief at what you said.

"But you aren't me, so." You answered back, raising one brow up. Your attitude made up for your height that Peter and all the men in your life had in their advantage.

"I could cut that tongue of yours right now," he opened his clawed hand and showed the nails that grew in length, his canines already out and ready to bite your head off.

"And I can do this right now," you replied with no one registering your swift movements, not even the werewolf in front of you.

From your standing position in front of Peter, you took your right foot back and twisted your lower body before launching yourself up in the air and gave a very powerful tornado kick. Your foot made contact with his cheekbone, the sound of bone crunching bounced off the walls. Gracefully landing on your feet, you proceeded with stomping your left foot on the floor making a large wedge of concrete suddenly rise from the floor below Peter which sent him flying against the wall on the other side of the room.

To say that your brother was rather proud at what just happened was an understatement, his jaw dropped just as Stiles had his hands on his head with his fingers gripping at his brown hair and Derek looking impressed with wide eyes as he watched his uncle struggling to stand up.

~~~

With your legs crossed, you sat by the large windows as rain poured outside and thunder and lightning flashed illuminating the poorly lit apartment. All of you compromised on the plan by letting you be in on it and be the 'backup' in case, Scott not wanting to put his younger sister in the first line of defense.

You had your eyes closed but you can pinpoint exactly where Peter and Stiles were inside of Derek's place, his uncle lounging on the sofa and Stiles standing beside you while he looked out the window – the way he stood didn't quite help with your concentration since his leg fidgeted.

"I can't take waiting around like this." The corner of your eye twitched at the sound of Stiles' voice breaking the silence of the apartment. "You know, it's nerve-wracking."

You and Peter ignored him and continued to stay silent but he proceeded with his wordplay, you knew this was how he 'coped' per se in situations like this-fidgeting with the skin of his fingers or babbled non-stop, or both.

"My nerves are wracked." He said. "Severely wracked."

"Wracked." He repeated.

"I could beat you unconscious," Peter suggested, his eyes looking at Stiles who had his back turned still facing the window.

"I could beat you to death." You suggested back, not opening your eyes yet you can just picture the look of annoyance plastered on Peter Hale's face as he let out a growl that you felt as it reverberated through the ground.

Stiles then started talking about Erica, why they keep the werewolves in a bank specifically and not in an underground chamber; pointing out that they're an alpha pack and having 'lairs' to which Peter replied in a monotoned voice, "They're werewolves, not Bond villains."

"Wait a sec, wait a sec!" Stiles' voice grew gradually louder forcing you to open your eyes and be an ear and listen to what he has to say, feeling that it might be of importance.

"Maybe they're living there, you know?" He started. "Maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens."

"Stiles, I don't think that's what they had in mind." You contradicted his idea as politely as your voice allowed you to before hearing Peter repeat the word 'wolf dens' more to himself.

"Yeah, wolf dens. Where do you live?" He then asked turning around to face Peter.

"In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods," Hale sarcastically answered to which you rolled your eyes to but to Stiles it seemed like he believed it.

"Woah, really?"

"No, you idiot, I have an apartment downtown."

"Okay, fine but that still proves that there's something up with the bank."

"And why wait around for the full moon, huh?" Stiles added.

"Looks very poetic to me." You commented, standing up from your position and walking near the table where the blueprint was laid out, your eyes scanned the scribbles Stiles made that pointed to where the vault was located and how your brother and Derek was going to get in.

"Well, they already had 3 full moons to be poetic," Stiles replied, gesturing his hand to the moon that was slowly creeping out of the dark rain clouds outside.

"And here you have only 1 full hour to be so anno-" When Peter stopped at what he was going to say, you looked his way with confusion evident in your face as he started to get up from his comfortable position lying on the sectional.

"What are the walls made of?" He suddenly asked.

"Wha-oh, well there's wood and stone..." Stiles trailed off looking up at the ceiling and at the walls of the apartment.

"No, the vault!" Peter repeated before he started flipping through the floor plans trying to find what materials were used. "What are they made out of?"

"Where does it say?" He asked again when he couldn't find any of it labeled on the plans.

Looking through the other plans Stiles brought, you skimmed and tried to find the word 'materials' and 'vault' in them. It took a few more seconds before Stiles brought out a bull-clipped document and started looking for it there.

"There!" You exclaimed when you finally saw it.

Stiles and Peter quickly read through it before letting out a shaky breath.

"What is it?" You asked, your face still holding that confused look you had earlier.

"Call Scott now," Peter demanded rather frantically as Stiles took out his phone and started dialing your brother.

It took about 3 rings before Scott answered.

"Stiles, now's not the best time." You heard Scott say hurriedly, his voice sounding echo-y as you strained your ears to listen.

You heard a low growl as Derek spoke in the background, you were starting to feel fidgety yourself as you walked to the armchair where you laid your jacket on upon coming in a while ago.

"Scott! Scott, no, listen to me." Stiles said. "You gotta get out of there."

"I'm going to get them, I don't care if they won't give us that damn signal for backup." You said as you took your phone from the side table of the armchair and pocketed it in your pants.

"Look, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called Hecatolite," Stiles informed. "It scatters the moonlight."

"What does that mean?" Scott asked.

"It keeps the moonlight out – they haven't felt the full moon in months." You added.

You can practically hear everyone's heart beating a hundred times faster as the air in the room started to feel rather heavy, you weren't sure if Derek could even hear what you were saying over the phone.

"Deucalion has kept them from shifting for 3 full moons diminishing their tolerance to it." Peter butt in.

"Scott, they're gonna be stronger." "They're more savage, more bloodthirsty..."

Both Stiles and Peter were now talking at the same time as they listened to what was happening on the other line.

"They're the starved lions, and you and Derek just stepped into their coliseum." Peter mirrored the situation with that of a gladiator ring.

"I'm headed there now," you called out before leaving the place in a rush but you didn't miss the sudden growls and Stiles shouting over the phone, this made you move even faster in your pace as you climbed up to the top of the building and started jumping from one roof to another.

~~~

Arriving at the bank and following the frantic heavy movements you felt on the ground beneath you, you ran as fast as you can and caught up with the scene of Allison calling out to Scott and Derek by a large round metal door before breaking what you can only guess was a barrier of mountain ash. This then resulted into more growls before you saw Boyd running out of the vault followed by a girl and to your surprise and relief, Isaac.

"Isaac?" You say under your breath as you watched him and the others scurry away and out of the bank. Jumping from one ledge to the other of the atrium, you landed on the ground just as you saw Derek grasp Allison's arm rather harshly.

"What were you thinking?!" He asked angrily, a vein on his neck and temple looking prominent as his blood boiled.

"Don't touch her!" You brother, bloodied and bruised, emerged from the vault almost stumbling at his shaken-up state.

"I had to do something," she defended herself.

While the other two were busy, you caught Scott's attention as you gracefully landed on your feet before gesturing like you were about to throw something at Derek, to which a strong gust of wind blew him away from Allison making him land on his butt against the vault's door.

"Women don't like to be man-handled, Hale." You informed crossing your arms over your chest looking a bit annoyed at how he was treating Allison, Derek could only reply with a growl at what you did as he stood up immediately.

"She saved your lives." You said just as you walked to Scott and helped him out of the vault, you held him by his waist and put his arm around your shoulders as you tried to carry some of his weight to relieve the pressure of his injury. "Didn't you think of that?"

"Yeah, and what did you think they were going to do out there?" Derek shouted, pointing a finger at you before pointing of the exit they went out of.

"Do you have any idea what we just set free?" Derek now turned to Allison.

"You want to blame me?" She asked, the volume of his voice at par with Derek's. "Well, I am not the one turning teenagers into killers."

You ignored what Derek and Allison were talking about as you concentrated in giving your brother first aid, you were thankful that you brought even a little bit of water with you locked in a charm that would help in situations like this.

You didn't waste any more time in going after the 3 werewolves that escaped after finally finding, to Derek's misfortune, Erica's dead body and laying her to rest peacefully somewhere only he knew.

Upon arriving at the forest grounds, you kneeled down and laid your hand flat on the wet soil and tried to sense the vibration the 3 escapees were emitting. It didn't take too long before you found the path, their stomps growing harder and faster as they felt like live wires under the moon after how many months.

"They split up," you informed, feeling the footsteps going further and further from your range.

Once the 2 werewolves caught on with their scents, they started following one path and you did the same, your hand giving off little sparks as your nervousness was slowly taking over the further away you wandered away from Derek and Scott– the thought of you being alone in a dark forest and this being your last (hopefully not) night alive didn't help.

As your feet started to feel stronger vibrations the further you went north, you sped up your pace before finally stumbling upon Isaac announcing is presence to an innocent victim by growling and showing off his claws and canines.

Just before the person screamed, you took a step forward before letting you punch air straight towards Isaac. Stumbling backward, this distracted him as you helped his almost victim get away quickly by setting the ground under her footing move farther from where you and the werewolf were.

"Isaac!" You called, making an attempt that maybe your presence and your voice might help in bringing him back to his human self. But this only made it worse as he gave a growl before charging at you, the intensity in his eyes could match the fiery element you held in you.

Sliding your foot forward at the same time moving your clenched fists in the same direction, you created a barrier of rock in front of you - it didn't last too long though as Isaac broke through and continued heading your way with claws at the ready looking desperate.

Managing to get moisture from the humid air as well as the trees and plants around you, you created a whip that you used to strike at Isaac. His run towards your direction halted as he felt sear hot pain on his shoulder running diagonally down to his waist, his eyes glowed a brighter yellow as he looked back at you with an angrier expression on his face.

"Isaac, it's me!" Your whip curled around his wrist before turning into solid ice, you pulled him towards you with as much strength as you have before flipping backward and hitting him with an uppercut using your foot.

With the water whip, you proceeded to wave your hand in a circular motion in front of you and let it wrap around Isaac and slowly turn it into solid ice to lock him in place.

“Isaac,” you spoke his name again, approaching the werewolf that was kneeling in front of you with eyes a yellow color and canines still showing. You had your hands up in front of you to show that you were not a threat, the growls he made slowly lessened as you now stood in front of him.

He looked at you confused, his brows furrowed and all you wanted to do was just kiss away those worry lines on his forehead. But you didn’t want to risk your face getting mauled.

Placing your palms gently and carefully on either side of his head, you started working on trying to draw out his humanity from underneath the beast that was trapped in the vault – his eyes slowly rolling back in his head as his lids shut and the water that encased your hand started glowing a silver blue color that reflected the full moon on top of you.

You watched as his eyes moved under those closed lids as if looking for someone, his canines slowly turned back to his normal teeth and his ragged breath turned calmer. But before you can even finish, the sudden burst of the solid wall you've created around the two of you threw you off guard. You felt a massive weight collide with your body before pinning you down on the ground and knocking the air out of your lungs, the dizziness you felt was quickly disregarded as you felt a sharp ache growing from your shoulders and down to the bottom of your spine.

You gave out a painful scream as you gathered enough strength to push the ground beneath your palm resulting in a chunk of the earth bury whatever it was that attacked you, Isaac, on the other hand, broke free from the ice and started running towards you-your screams awakening something inside of him.

“Y/N,” Trying to recover and stand up from the sudden attack, Isaac was quick to help you and position you behind his protective stance. Your hand was now cupping a ball of blue and orange flame that danced together as it illuminated the dark forest while the other held on to him for support.

Upon directing the light to the direction of your attacker, you saw that it was Boyd who attacked you – while he was distracted and getting his bearings together, you winced before kneeling down and motioned your hands as if you were lifting something. Isaac watched as you created a mound that swallowed Boyd’s body – the soil coming just below his chin, not wanting to cover above their heads and suffocate him.

“Woah,” you heard Isaac say under his breath looking wide-eyed at what just happened.

With a heavy breath, you stood up slowly as you started to feel the back of your shirt getting wet and feel the goosebumps decorate your arms from the sudden coolness of the air hitting the large gashes that Boyd inflicted on you.

“Y/N, your back!” Isaac turned you around just to see how big and worse the damage present.

“I know, just let me call Scott.” You said, trying to hide the wince as you moved to reach for your phone. Isaac didn’t miss it though but he only pretended to not notice as he started to remove his jacket and lay it on your shoulder to cover it up.

Squinting your eyes, you took your phone from your pocket and dialed for your brother.

"Y/N, where are you?" Scott immediately answered, sounding out of breath as he ran on the other line.

"I'm somewhere north, but Isaac’s already here and I got Boyd already -" before you can even finish your sentence, from the corner of your eye you saw a figure heading straight at you and Isaac.

You weren’t confident in math even back in grade school so you definitely miscalculated your movements as you pushed Isaac out of the way and blasted a line of blue and orange flames its way only to feel your arm dislocate from your shoulder as your body landed on the cold soil. Letting out another cry of pain, you can hear Scott's panicked voice over the phone that was now about a meter away from you while Isaac knelt down to cover your body and let out a loud growl at the creature that attacked and pulled at you. You could only see a figure up on a tree branch, the silhouette looking familiar as you remembered the other werewolf that was also kept in the vault.

“It’s Cora,” he informed before charging at the werewolf and attacking her with claws and teeth.

So that’s her name, you thought.

You watched as Cora kicked and clawed at Isaac and getting the upper hand in the fight. Grunting and letting out a growl yourself, you hooked your working hand and let out a blast of blue flame towards the figure while you sat in a kneeling position on the ground. You watched as Isaac and Cora broke off from clawing at each other’s face at the sight and feel of the fire.

As the girl kept her distance and seemed to be calculating her next moves, you decided to use this time to pop your arm back in place.

“Is that even possible?” Isaac asked running towards you and with a helpless look, not knowing what to do with your situation right now. His eyes glanced between you and Cora, keeping an eye on her so that any time she decides to attack, he’ll be ready.

If it were possible, you can feel your teeth breaking as you bit back a scream when you felt it pop back in place. Ignoring the pain that throbbed, you stood up immediately and started shooting a line of fire and water that both burned and froze the target on the tree branch until she eventually fell on the ground.

Just when you thought that you were almost done dealing with Cora, Boyd decided to finally break free from the mound and attack the two of you – it was now a tie between the teams.

“Y/N, get behind me.” You heard Isaac say, his hands pulling at your wrist and making you stand behind him.

“No,” you argued. “I’ll take care of Cora, you go after Boyd.”

Using him as a cover, you ignored the pain and with straightened fingers, motioned your hands in a diagonal movement resulting in large buttress-like rock formations emerging from the ground and throw them to the side.

Isaac then proceeded to attack the disoriented Boyd while you went for Cora, your elements trying to move and work as quick as Cora avoided it. Twisting your body and waving your hands in a circular motion, water whipped at the girl as she landed on her back on the ground. She quickly recovered and retorted with a side kick to your left making you grunt and reply with an uppercut followed by a roundhouse.

When the two were starting to get the upper hand, Isaac pulled you to the side and started taking them on his own.

“Y/N, do the other thing!” He called out as he took a hit, Boyd and Cora getting closer to bite his neck clean off.

Without hesitation, you took a breath and concentrated on the two werewolves. You promised yourself that you weren’t going to use it and yet, there will always be a time when you will need to. Glowing a silver-blue color, your eyes took in the image and your hands automatically was in control of their movements.

You can hear and see the blood pumping in their veins and you can feel it in your hands, as if you were holding it. Isaac stood up from the ground and backed away watching as you had full control of the werewolves, the rigid and abrupt movements of your hands mirrored that of Cora’s and Boyd’s movements of standing straight up and their arms stuck to their side.

You didn’t know what came into you as you unconsciously curled your fingers inward, you felt the two slowly losing itself as the palm of your hand grew cold. When you were about to pull you clenched fists to the sides in a ripping manner and finish them off then and there, you felt a warm hand envelope yours drawing you back to reality.

You didn’t realize that tears were now running down your cheeks when Isaac cupped your face and wiped them with the pads of his thumbs, your brother and Derek arriving at the scene just as Boyd and Derek’s sister scurried off.

“What the hell was that?” You assumed that Derek saw everything as he fast approached you, his features looking like he was about to attack you. Isaac immediately covered you with his body and let a low warning growl while Scott stopped the other Alpha in his tracks by standing in between Derek and the two of you.

Isaac could only hug you closer to him as Scott dialed for Stiles to pick the four of you up, his hands careful not to touch your gashes on the back and your injured shoulder.

~~~

Hope you guys liked that one, I'm not sure if I'm going to make a part 2 to this so I'll just see what my fingers and brain decide.

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I Spy My Crush-Victor Criss Imagine

Request: No here is the 19th day of the 25 days of trickkombowerskru! (yes I know I’m late I apologize, but I have been swamped with catching up with things plus finals, and it is now past Christmas meaning I didn’t catch up when I wanted to, but I do have all the hcs I have to post for this event after this written, I just have 3 more imagines to do and yes, you see right the 19th, the person who was supposed to get a post on the 18th never responded to my message) which goes to @heiskanenhockey and they wanted an imagine where Vic and the reader are friends through their parents, because of the same rich socialite circles, and they've had secret crushes on each other. Her and her parents are Russian spies so she didn't feel like she could go after him, for both their protections, until the day they get the news they've been deactivated. So she visits him, tells him everything, they make out, maybe have sex? And get caught by the gang right after?

A/N: Sorry this is kind of shit, I hope you still enjoy it 💕

Warnings: Mention of Sex

You were stuck at some event yet again, it was for some guy your dad worked with, who you'd never spoken to in your life, probably one of the overly pompous douche canoes that made you hate this circle.

Of course there was one saving grace that being the Criss family being in attendance as well, out of all the rich families you had encountered they were by far the best, since they actually acted like real fucking people.

Well that and the fact that since you the two of you met, you had been hiding a massive crush you’d developed on their son Vic.

You weren’t sure what it was about it him that made your heart go a million miles a minute exactly, whether it be his dreamy deep brown eyes, his subtle smarts, or his wittiness in form of comebacks, whatever it was you couldn’t resist it.

You quickly find him and greet him, and receive a compliment on your dress in return.

“Aw thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself,” you tell him seeing a light blush grace his cheeks, pushing away the thought that he could maybe feel the same.

Even if he did you knew you couldn’t act on your feelings because of your parents and your secret of being spies. You loved your families job, you really did, but none of the boys at the agency ever compared to Vic, and the ones who you had tried things with before had NEVER ended well.

You two were having a great time, when your father gives you “ the look” meaning you had a mission. You let out a sigh as you leave Vic to catch up with your parents to get out of the event to go to your mission location.

Another day, another ass kicking dealt to some thieves sent by the evil association trying to rob a bank. On the way back home your parents were on the phone with the head of the agency, but you just put your headphones on and listened to your Walkman drowning them out.

You drifted off to sleep gradually since it was a long drive, being shaken awake by your dad who said he and your mother had news for you. You tried to get it out of him there, but he insisted they were saving it for dinner.

You go up to your room, quickly changing out of your dress into something more comfortable. When you come downstairs you turn on the tv, flipping through channels, chatting with your dad, as your mom cooked dinner.

When it was done and you took your plate, sitting down in between them at the small table. You look at them expectantly as they shared glances with each other.

“So what’s the news?” you ask taking a bite of your roast and savoring the rich flavor.

“Well it is definitely big, but I think you might be happy about it” you mom prefaces.

“Okay what is it?”

“We talked with the agency and they have seen the toll it’s taking on not only you, but all of us while being here in Derry so...we’ve been deactivated,” you father announces.

‘Really?” you asked shocked at how just like that you could have a normal life, but also at how you had to give up a part of you that you loved.

“Yes. I know it will take a bit getting used to, but I think in other matters you’ll adjust pretty quickly,” your mom adds with a wink, knowing about your crush on Vic.

The next day you decide to just lay everything out on the table, tell Vic about your life and your feelings. The worst that could happen is that he didn’t feel the same way, but you would never know if you didn’t take the chance now that you had it.

You practically run to his his house,catching your breath as you knock on the door, and get greeted by his mom.

“Hey Mrs.Criss is Vic here?”

“Yup he’s up in his room, although just t let you know they boys will be here soon to pick him up, so you may need to be quick.

“Alright. Thank you.” you nod, taking off your shows as you enter the house.

“Hey,” you say knocking on his door to get his attention.

“Oh Y/N what are you doing here?” he asks sounding slightly surprised.

“I just really need to talk to you.”

“Okay about what?”

You sigh sitting on his bed and his look shifts to a serious one as he can tell from your tone, whatever you need to talk about it important.

You tell him to wait until the end to ask stuff, and then you’re off explaining you’re families former job, and everything it entailed.

“Wait so you and your family were spies? And last night was your last mission were you stopped bad spies from robbing a bank?”

“I know it sounds insane, but I do have proof,” you tell him showing him your former ID card.

“Whoa. That’s awesome.” you says in awe.

“You still can’t tell anyone though, I just wanted you to know no that I can tell you that...I really really like you, I have for a while, but I couldn’t tell you because of a rule over at the organization.”

“I really like you you too Y/N,” he admits, giving you a sweet braces baring smile.

You two gaze into each others eyes before going in and letting your lips finally meet, what starts as a long slow kiss soon turns to a make out session.

And that make out session gets heated as soon with each kiss a piece of clothing comes off.

Vic is mindful enough to be careful with you, going nice and slow, leaving soft kisses down your neck, before teasing you a bit, and then finally starting to thrust.

When you comedown from your orgasms, flopping down next to each other, heavily panting, his door opens.

You look over to see the guys as you quickly scramble to cover your chest. You can hear Henry chuckle as they enter the room.

“Well Well well look at you finally getting some Vic,” Henry says

“Congrats Vicky, how was she,” Patrick asks as he creepily eyes your body through Vic’s comforter, making you pull it even closer.

Belch says nothing,but you can tell by the look on his face he is happy that Vic got some.

You look at Vic and see him internally cringing.

He asks the guys to get out real quick so he can get dressed and that he’ll be out in a sec.

You speedily get dressed as he does the same, you kiss him, as he promises he’ll call you when he gets home.

You sprint past the boys ignoring all of their calls and whistles at you and go home with one of the biggest smiles on your faces.

You’re the happiest you’d been in a while, now that you finally to the boy of your dreams.

#it 2017 #the bowers gang #victor criss #victor criss x reader #victor criss imagine #victor criss smut #logan thompson

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It Was Nothing @peritxetxinvenit

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Things were...as amazing as they had been before. Well, better was really the best way to put it. Vic and Branch knew everything about each other, and they had worked it out. There had been yelling, tears, a couple of blows, and some anger and hurt driven sex after it all but....Branch was still amazed at how they had settled onto the same passionate, loving, domestic, albeit perhaps a little too hasty that their relationship had had before. And it was indeed a relationship.

Vic had moved in with Branch after two days of sleeping with him. But it had only been after their fight, that he had moved everything out of his motel room and taken his remaining possessions into Branch’s home in the mountains. Branch had a boyfriend who lived with him full time. It made his head spin at how....quick and easy it was with Vic. They were still the same, and they still loved each other. So it was getting easier to spend more and more time together out in public.

They didn’t act like a couple. Not yet anyways. Vic Moretti...well, she had figured them out instantly and was giddy any time she saw them together. But for now, they weren’t ready to broadcast their relationship. Branch knew it would be an uphill battle once the word got out. They were still enjoying their private domesticated happiness. He didn’t want anything to disturb that just yet. And Vic, always patient with him, was willing to wait.

So no one thought much of anything when they sat at a table in the Red Pony, slowly draining some beers, talking and laughing with each other. Branch’s cheeks and lower belly still heated beyond his control when Vic would stare into his eyes for a little too long before smirking and winking at him. Branch couldn’t wait until they got home. It was the start of Branch’s rare three days off, and he was rather impatient to get his gorgeous lover back into bed. Because nothing had changed between them...it was simply better.

Though everything was going to have to take a pause when Branch furrowed his brows and turned in his chair. He would be able to recognize her laugh anywhere. If he was being honest, he still loved the sound. But he also respected the fact that her laugh wasn’t his to really cherish anymore. He was happy to see her though, smiling and laughing. He was worried had her staggering and barely able to hold herself up. Cady was drunk as a skunk with her girlfriends and attempting to get outside the bar. He sighed softly but fondly.

He looked at Vic and said, “I know her. Give me a sec? Just wanna make sure she gets home okay.”

He gave Vic’s shoulder a lingering squeeze since he didn’t have the courage yet to do anything else. He walked over to Cady who’s expression brightened when she saw him. “Braaaanch,” she drawled happily, hugging him around his neck. Out of instinct, he supported her wait when she leaned a little too heavily on him. She then explained drunkenly, “My chariot awaits.”

“And by that you mean a taxi right?” he said, grinning and quirking a brow.

“Yup,” Cady laughed as he began walking her to the front door of the Red Pony. He looked over his shoulder to Vic and mouthed ‘sorry’ before heading outside into the cool air. Cady moved closer to him as they ventured out into the parking lot, looking for the taxi that Henry had called for her. He rubbed her arms to keep her warm. The pleasant atmosphere between them was suddenly broken when Cady’s laughter gradually faded and she blurted, “Are you sleeping with that guy?”

Branch froze. He looked down at her, her pale eyes fighting to focus intently on him and the seriousness of that question. His heart raced in his chest. He couldn’t think of any other response than to say, “What?”

Cady moved to stand before him, her hands on his chest. He kept a gentle grip on her arms that slowly moved to her waist. He would always be ready to catch this amazing woman if she was ever going to fall. Cady sighed, a long and lonely sound. “You look at him like you used to look at me,” she whispered sadly, tears gathering in her eyes as her red hair fell around her face. “Are you going out with him now?”

Branch’s chest ached. He would never really be able to forgive her father for the way he treated them both in regards to their relationship. But he had always respected Cady’s choice. He would always care about Cady. But that part of him that longed for her...it had been silenced by what he felt for Vic. He swallowed dryly, his hands shaking against her slim hips. He stuck his tongue between his molars, causing his jaw to set in a way that always happened when he was emotionally distraught. It was something he never noticed, but she, and Vic, did. She raised a hand to his cheek, and he couldn’t hide the truth from her. Never her.

“Yes,” he finally answered, he sniffed and blurted, “But Cady I’m not gay--”

“I know,” she answered earnestly, meeting his gaze. The conversation and cold air perhaps beginning to bring her senses back.

“Everything I felt for you--what I still feel for you--it’s all real, Cady. I...I do like men but....I’ve always liked women first, and I--”

Cady hugged him around the neck tightly, and he drowned in her scent for a long moment. He held her tight. “Does he make you happy?” she asked him.

“He makes me very happy,” he answered truthfully, fearing that every word was a wound to her heart. It wasn’t. She smiled and played with the hair at the back of his neck.

“Then I’m happy too. I’m happy for you. And I wanna meet him soon. You’ll always be my friend Branch. I’m always gonna care about you.”

“Cady, I...thank you...” The words weren’t enough, so he hugged her tighter. He cherished her all the more for her reaction, though a part of him felt he didn’t deserve it. It meant the world to him that another person knew and supported them. He smiled at her lovingly when she put her forehead against his.

He hadn’t expected her to do it, and she hadn’t even really thought it over. But she kissed him then, and he kissed her back. And it was then that Branch really noticed. Nothing had changed with Vic when the truth had been spilled between them. Things had most certainly changed with him and Cady. There was love there to be sure. But the kind of love had changed. The kiss was the same kiss they had given each other as lovers, and yet they both felt the lack of romantic love that had once burned bright. The kiss was the same and completely different. Just like their relationship now. Something closer than friends but less than lovers. It wasn’t what they had imagined or what they had wanted, but it was far better than the pain of not having each other in their lives.

Branch pulled away from the kiss first. He placed his lips to her forehead and Cady began to cry. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s okay. I’m not mad,” Branch said, kissing her cheek. “It’s alright.”

She nuzzled against him and asked, “What happened to us Branch?”

They both knew what had happened. They both knew that it was the reaction of one man in particular that had tainted everything that had been and could have been between them. But Branch couldn’t bad mouth Walt in front of his only daughter. Despite being unable to forgive him, he still admired Walt. Branch took a deep breath to steady himself as the headlights from Cady’s taxi illuminated them for a brief second. He smiled at her sadly before saying, “It just wasn’t meant to be...”

Cady nodded tearfully before kissing his cheek one last time and letting him get her into the backseat of the car. He gave the driver an extra twenty dollar bill to make sure that she entered her front door safely, and that if anything happened, Branch would come after him personally. He felt better after Cady reassured him that she would text him in the morning to let him know she was okay.

He stood there in the parking lot and ran a hand down his face. He didn’t want Vic to know he was upset, but...apparently it didn’t matter what he didn’t want Vic to know. His lover was standing at the entrance of the bar with a beer in his hand and a cigarette in the other. Branch broke out into a cold sweat as he rushed over to him. His heart raced and he silently cursed over and over, panic filling his mind. He really hoped Vic hadn’t seen Cady kiss him. But more than anything, Branch found himself desperate for the feel of Vic’s lips against his.

“Hey baby,” he said softly as he approached the taller man. He carefully tried to gauge Vic, but he couldn’t tell what his lover had seen or if he was upset. Sometimes, Vic could hide things very well. He didn’t want to complicate things by saying more than he should either. He impulsively snatched Vic’s beer out his hand, washing away the taste of Cady. He then carefully looked around and when he saw no one, he caught Vic’s lips in the kiss he so dearly wanted. He pulled away all to quickly, but whispered instead, “Vic can we go home now?”

#peritxetxinvenit #{ Vic/Branch }#;Stuck in the Middle With You #{ this is actually shorter than i thought which is good }#{ but i hope this is okay!!! }#{ i didn't want to write any of vic's reactions but i though maybe his anger would slowly simmer until they're alone at branch's house??? }

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Storm - Ryan Seaman x Reader

Request: Hi!! I was a huge fan of your Ryan Seaman fic, there’s not enough content for him. When you get a chance could you maybe write another? Love you!!!!!!

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“So in other words, a movie night,” you concluded.

“Well, yeah,” Ryan admitted and stepped closer to you, placing his hand on the small of your back.

You melted into the little gesture, one, that like the many other you had recently noticed, let you hope that the growing bubbling feeling in your stomach was not one sided.

“You couldn’t have told me, could you,” you joked, continuing to cut an apple.

Ryan had invited you for dinner over to his place and you had brought apples as part of the fruit salad as dessert. Now that you had finished the delicious lasagna you had cooked together and he had presented you with the idea of watching a couple of movies afterwards, you had decided that the apple would do as a tv snack.

“Didn’t want to seem too pushy,” he defended.

You huffed and waved with your hand over his shoulder, hitting him gently in the motion.

“We’re friends; asking for movie night’s not very pushy for friends,” you reminded.

Well, hopefully a little more than friends.

Ryan giggled and pulled back his hand, leaving you yearning for his touch.

You finished cutting up the fruit and piled the pieces into a bowl Ryan had handed you earlier. He was already in the living room, preparing the DVD you were going to watch.

“What are we watching,” you asked, sitting down on the sofa, placing the bowl with apple next to another one with chips.

“’A Hard Day’s Night’ by the Beatles. You once said you’ve never seen it,” he explained.

You nodded curiously. “The movie that got you into drumming,” you recalled.

Ryan turned around and grinned. “Well remembered,” he laughed and strode over, sitting down next to you, a little closer than friends would.

You really wanted to concentrate on the movie. You liked the Beatles and their music. The movie was black and white and the soundtrack catchy, but you were too distracted by Ryan sitting so close to you and his hand sometimes brushing against yours ever other time he reached into the bowl of chips that was placed in your lap now.

It started out with the clattering of the shutters against the window frame outside, that gradually grew louder and louder. After a while Ryan even turned up the volume of the movie, but outside the wind kept raging on. Now you could even hear the roaring of the leaves in the trees and distant thunder through the closed windows. You sunk deeper into the cushions of the couch, searching for a little more warmth since the mere thought of the weather outside send shivers down your spine.

The wind had been blowing for almost twenty minutes when the first heavy drops of rain hit the window sill. Thunder grew louder and lightning shone through the tiny gaps in the shutter, causing an eerie atmosphere that not even the music of the movie could make up for.

You had been too focused trying to concentrate on the movie and forgetting about the storm to notice Ryan had sneaked an arm around your shoulder, so it was understandable that you flinched when suddenly the light went out and something touched your shoulder. With a short buzz the tv flickered and died, the lamp that had illuminated the room a little doing the same.

“Oh damn,” you heard Ryan swear, finally understanding that it had been his arm that had touched you on the shoulder while he had pulled it back, “must be a power outage.”

“And now,” you wondered, secretly growing uneasy in the dark.

“I’ll get some candles,” Ryan decided and stood up, “unless… you wanna go home?”

“No, I’d like to stay,” you smiled, knowing Ryan could not see it in the dark.

“Great, I’ll be back in a sec,” he sounded almost relieved.

You felt Ryan move past you, trying to find his way in the darkness using the walls and the couch as guidance. A moment later he was gone and you were left alone in the dark. No reason to panic. You were grown up, yes, but there was still something about storms in the dark that spooked you out. In your opinion nature should not be able to be as loud as thunder. You pulled your knees up to your chest, trying to chase away the sudden shudder. This was Ryan’s home, you were safe here, you reminded yourself. You took a deep breath trying to focus on the unique smell that was everywhere around you, but a bright lightning and the immediately following thunder made you almost jump out of your skin and whine a little.

“Sacry, hm?”

You turned around but were only met with darkness, but it had been Ryan’s voice undoubtedly. A moment later you felt him brush against your leg and the couch dipped under his weight when he sat down next to you again.

“I brought blankets,” he let you know before he piled some soft fabric into your lap, “And light.”

There was some light clattering and the swoosh of a match against a striking surface before a warm orange flame lit up the room. Ryan carefully held the match against the candle until the wick had caught fire before blowing out the match. He placed the candle securely on the table, and leant back, his shoulder brushing against yours.

For a while you sat in silence, the blanket that Ryan had given you spreading some reassuring warmth over your body.

“Can I have a bit of the blanket,” Ryan suddenly asked shyly.

“Oh, yes, sorry, sorry,” you mumbled and opened the blanket so it fit over the two of you.

Ryan moved a little closer, so he would not have to pull the blanket off you to be covered by it. He shifted back and forth for a while before he placed his arm around your shoulders again. His body was warm, safe, like nothing, not even the dangerous nature outside could ever harm you. Without noticing, you let your head sink against his shoulder, nuzzling your cheek against the fabric of his shirt. A moment later he placed his cheek against your hair, making you smile.

The storm kept raging on outside; rain, wind, lightning and thunder battling each other in the darkness of the night. Over time Ryan had slid to the side until both of you were almost lying on the sofa. His hands were gently massaging your back and your fingers wrapped in his hair or his shirt, painting little patterns here and there. And suddenly you were kissing. You were not sure who had started it, but you were kissing him and he kissed back. His lips were soft and urgent against yours, so warm, so protective, and your heart beat a thousand miles an hour, but so was his. There where hitching breaths and little gasps and then it settled into gentle caressing and short brushed with noses against each other and lashes flickering against cheeks, while outside the storm kept raging on.

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Fictober Day 5: Party (Doomfist X Reader)

“I like how I can pass for the first four characters by calling them by their call signs instead of their actual names most of the time but then I get to Doomfist and I just.... I can’t call him that for an entire fic, I’m sorry.

I’m like 99% sure than Gabe gave him the name. Even if that’s not true... It’s totally true.

~~~

As a member of Talon yourself, you were very aware of the organization’s no-nonsense, all dark and brooding type of system. Except for the frequent childish bickering and teasing the members did on occasion. Otherwise, completely no-nonsense and totally dark and brooding.

With that in mind, you decided to spread a little light and positive mood around the mildly eerie base. You, being the Halloween enthusiast that you were, had originally planned the idea for later on in the month, more like an actual Halloween party on said day, but when a large portion of the agents came home disappointed and beaten down from yet another recently failed mission, you decided to move up your cheer up squad agenda.

Your goal was to decorate the cafeteria with red, gold, and orange autumn decorations with a dash of mild Halloween flair. It took some persuading to get the kitchen staff on board with making special treats to match the party theme, along with letting you use their cafeteria for your antics in the first place. Currently, the only big issue left was having a way to keep all the other Talon agents out of the cafeteria until you were ready. That and to keep their curiosity, should it arise, away.

Who might you go to for such a predicament? The biggest, scariest member on the team who also happened to dislike the uneventful at-home part of Talon, of course.

“Hey Doomie!” You knocked on the open door of Akande Ogundimu’s room before strolling inside.

The large, muscular man sat in an armchair with a book in hand, looking sophisticated as he ever has since he joined Talon. When you hollered the obnoxious nickname, something that your pal Sombra had come up with, Akande lowered his book and raised an eyebrow at you.

He questioned, “Can I help you?”

You leaned in the doorway and flashed a grin his way. “As a matter of fact, you can.”

A quick explanation of your plan and wandering around the room later, Akande was on board to to block off the cafeteria and shut down suspicions. Not only did he appreciate you trying to put a little entertainment into the otherwise dull base but he also admired the fact that you were trying to cheer up your fellow teammates after their mission had gone sour.

“You have a good heart,” he’d mentioned before agreeing.

You had replied, “You know, a lot of us here do? And yet, we’re part of a big bad gang of criminals. ‘S weird, if you ask me.”

You’d gotten what you wanted, so with a clap on the large man’s back and sharing a time with him, you headed back on your way to prepare decorations and music.

“Hey, Jeremy, can you help me with this thing?”

It took more persuading and promises of helping with chores later on but you were eventually able to get the kitchen staff to help you decorate the cafeteria, as well as make treats and snacks for the party. Luckily, they were generally enthusiastic about the whole idea so they followed your orders well and got things finished quick.

You were currently standing on an extremely tall ladder, trying to fit a pumpkin light shade over the last of the cafeteria lights in hopes of giving the room a soft orange glow but you couldn’t quite get the last shade over the light. The young ginger-haired agent you hollered at had the height and the long fingers to do such a tedious task.

However, Jeremy came in a little to hot and bumped into the ladder. If it hadn’t been so tall, the bump probably wouldn’t have disrupted you but the length-to-width ratio of said ladder made it easy to wobble. Which made it easy for you to lose your grip and fall with a very unappealing squeal to what was possibly your death.

Luckily, instead you landed more or less safely in the arms of Akande who, for some reason, had showed up in the right place and the right time.

“You’re my hero,” you whispered, face visibly twisted in pain from landing on two logs of pure hardened muscle. If it weren’t for the man’s grip on you, you may have slipped out of his grasp and into a spineless puddle on the floor. Instead, you laid limp in his arms for a moment, then let out a breathless groan of pain and added, “You’re arms are like boulders..”

“You need to be more careful,” Akande commented. You briefly considered whether he was ignoring your pain or whether he really didn’t notice it until you remembered that, of course, the man was a genius and definitely knew you were in pain.

“It looks nice in here,” he continued with a quick glance around, “but we have a probl--”

“What is going on here?”

Akande turned around, still holding you in his arms, for you both to see Reaper walking into the cafeteria. He was followed by his other main partners aside from Akande himself, Sombra and Amelie, and several other Talon agents. They all looked thoroughly annoyed and equally confused at the dying down commotion of party planning.

“Um,” you mumbled, digging for your phone, “Hold on. Just, uh, give me a sec here.” You fished the device out of your pocket and started flipping through the music on it. Finding a song you thought would set the mood, you hit play. Music started pouring from the intercoms and you addressed the group with your best showstopping smile, despite the fact that your back still ached from the fall and a dull throb in your left foot was beginning to make you think you twisted something on the way down.

“Welcome to the party!”

“Sorry my boulder muscles hurt your back,” Akande murmured with a chuckle.

It took a very awkward explanation and promising to work cleanup crew for Reaper to get on board and allow the party to continue but now you and Akande were watching from the sidelines as the other agents enjoyed themselves. You had tried to shoo the large man away to join the others but he was set on taking responsibility for your being in pain and ultimately decided that he would help soothe the ache and swollen ankle with ice and a back rub.

Currently, you hummed a response as Akande’s fingers absentmindedly pressed against the spot between your shoulder blades. The two of you sat at one of the pushed aside cafeteria tables and you also held ice your ankle, which had in fact become swollen. What happened to cause it, you had no idea, but it hurt like a mother.

After another moment, you actually replied, “If I had from a high enough height, I’m pretty sure you could have broken my back.”

Akande cracked a grin as his hands gradually moved down your back in small circular motions. He continued, “I like what you did though. Not the party really, although it ended up being very well-made, but how you tried to boost everyone’s spirit.”

“You think it worked?” you asked lazily, shifting on your seat a bit. You rested your arms on the table, then rested your head on them and closed your eyes.

“They seem happier than they were, yes.”

“Good,” you muttered. The adrenaline high you had gotten from party planning adventure, then almost dying via death by ladder and Jeremy, was worn off now and that added with Akande soothingly working on your back made it a very difficult mission of staying awake. It was especially difficult to keep opening your mouth for conversation but you didn’t want to leave Akande for sleep, especially since the man offered to stick by your side instead of attending the party.

“Don’t worry about it, {Y/N},” Akande said suddenly, drawing your attention back to the conscious world.

You forced your eyes open and glanced his way, confused. “I’m sorry?”

He chuckled, finishing his current round on your back before standing. Then he lifted your much smaller body gently into his arms, setting the ice pack you were holding aside.

“You apologized for stopping me from enjoying the party,” he said, making his way to the cafeteria’s main door, “I said do not worry. I enjoyed watching everyone and I wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

“Did I say that..?” You were dozing again and only vaguely aware that you were being carried back to your room.

“You did,” Akande confirmed. “A night’s rest will do you good now. You finished your mission. I’ll stop by in the morning to take you by the med bay.”

“... Autumn..”

You were sleep before Akande even got halfway to your room.

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