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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Follow My Lead | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 12 | He calls his girlfriend ‘ma’am’! That’s not normal.

A/N: This will update every Thursday. There are 13 chapters. There are all sorts of kinds of D/s relationships. This is the one I choose to write this time. Just one more chapter, peeps!!

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Vivian Swann)

Summary: Tom and Vivian have both been unlucky in love, searching for something outside of the bounds of a typical relationship. When the two of them connect via a dating app, Tom is introduced to the idea of being submissive to Vivian. Which is the one thing he never knew he needed. Under the firm hand of Vivian, Tom learns what it means to submit and Vivian learns what it means to be in a loving dominant relationship. But not everyone seems to understand what they have and the best intentions can destroy the strongest relationship.

This Chapter: Benedict confronts Tom and Vivian about their relationship and it does not go as planned.

Warnings for story: Dominant/submissive relationship (sub!Tom), lots of smut including but not limited to: vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), edging, denial, teasing, use of restraints, spanking, multiple orgasm, anal play, use of toys.

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Vivian headed over a bit early to Ben and Sophie’s rented house. Sophie poured her a glass of wine.

“It’s not like you’re driving home. Live a little.” Vivian took the glass and sipped at it.

“Did Ben say anything to you?

“Not a peep. Which is disconcerting. I don’t like it.”

“Perhaps you need a shorter leash for him.” Vivian quipped.

“Can I borrow one?” Sophie held out her hand and Vivian laughed.

Their heads turned as the front door opened.

“You have been acting weird all day, Benedict, can you just tell what the hell you are up to?” Tom groused as the two of them walked through the front door.

“Darling.” Tom hurried over to Vivian and kissed her cheek. She scratched his neck. “How was your day? I missed you.”

Benedict wandered over to Sophie. “THIS! This is what I am up to!”

Vivian narrowed his eyes. “I thought you handled this.” Her hand slid down Tom’s back, stopping on the small of his back, possessively.

“I thought I had too.” Tom whispered into her ear.

“I got this.” Vivian kissed his cheek. “Sophie…”

Sophie roughly grabbed Benedict’s ear and walked him to a chair, tossing him down.

“OW! Not in front of the guests.” Ben hissed.

“Explain yourself, darling.” Sophie leaned down and hissed in his ear.

“He calls his girlfriend ‘ma’am’! That’s not normal.”

“How did you—” Tom started.

Vivian stepped in front of Tom. “You came into the trailer yesterday.”

Ben’s cheeks blushed. “You were preoccupied. And now the ring. Tom, you barely know her! It’s only been four months! You can’t marry her!”

Tom’s nostrils flared for a moment until he burst into laughter, followed by Vivian and then Sophie.

“Why is everyone laughing?” Ben’s eyes darted around the room at all the people laughing at him.

Sophie smacked the back of his head. “Should I tell him or you, Vivian?”

Vivian glanced back at Tom, “Me or you, darling?”

Tom gestured towards Ben. “You, since he clearly doesn’t listen to me.”

Vivian sighed and walked towards Benedict and Sophie, signaling for Tom to sit next to her. She grabbed Tom’s hand and showed Benedict the ring. “It’s a day collar.”

Ben’s brows furrowed. Sophie squeezed his neck. “You know how we sometimes ‘play’ with me being in control?”

Benedict nodded while Tom’s eyes widened and Vivian smirked. “Yeah.”

“Vivian and Tom do that 24 hours a day, seven days a week.” Sophie added.

“The ring is a symbol of ownership that he is my submissive.” Vivian squeezed Tom’s thigh. “That he is mine.”

“She is mine.” Tom leaned against her. “So I appreciated you backing the fuck off of me. With the comments and what not.”

Sophie smacked Benedict again. “You are so getting punished later for that. This is the happiest Tom has ever been. Why would you tease him about it?”

Benedict mumbled something, Sophie elbowed him. Benedict raised his voice. “I’m sorry, Tom.”

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” Tom squeezed Vivian’s hand.

Ben sheepishly faced Vivian. “I’m sorry for questioning your relationship. And for making fun of Tom.”

Vivian chewed on her lip for a moment. “You’re forgiven. On the condition, Sophie punishes you.”

“With pleasure.” Sophie piped up.

Vivian pressed his hands against the table. “Now that we settled things, let’s eat. I’m sure the two of you are famished. All those jumping to conclusions.” Vivian raised a knowing eyebrow at Ben.

“I’m never living this down am I?”

“Not a chance.” Sophie offered. “Vivian, let’s get the food. Can we trust the two of you to not end civilization in the meantime?”

“Yes ma’am.” Both Tom and Benedict answered in unison.

Once Vivian and Sophie disappeared from view, Benedict leaned over the table.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ben hissed, rubbing his temple. “Now we are both in trouble.”

“Gee, Ben, I don’t know why I didn’t tell something so deep and personal like I am submissive in my relationship. Because you were so understanding and supportive.”

“Touche.” Ben conceded. “I have been rather abominable. I only wanted the best for you. You’ve been hurt so many times before.”

“Your heart was in the right place, I will give you that. Vivian is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Trust me.”

“You do seem at ease.”

“I am. So no more worrying about me. That is what Vivian is for.”

They both laughed. Vivian and Sophie came back with the food.

“Oh good, the two of you have made amends.” Vivian quipped.

“It’s hard to stay mad at that face.” Tom gestured across the table with a smile.

“Indeed.” Sophie rubbed Ben’s shoulder. “So Vivian and I were talking about your punishments.”

Tom and Ben paled.

The rest of dinner went well. Ben asked several questions with Sophie joining in. Tom and Vivian did their best to answer. Tom asked Ben and Sophie questions in turn.

“How long have you—”

“—Played?” Sophie interjected. “What, three years?”

Ben nodded. “Almost three years.”

“Wow.” Tom leaned back. “I had no idea.”

Benedict blushed. “Well outside being sore the next day, you wouldn’t?”

Tom’s eyes narrowed. “Is that why you were so distracted the other day?”

Ben shrugged his shoulders. “Guilty.”

“You think you know a person…” Vivian giggled against her wineglass.

After finishing dinner, the couples said their goodbyes. Sophie was leaving in a few days while Vivian still had another week of vacation. Tom smiled and bopped along to the radio as the Uber took them home. Tom turned to Vivian.

“I’m glad that is all sorted.”

“Hm..” Vivian hummed.

“You never mentioned my punishment?” Tom fiddled with his hands.

“I didn’t, did I?” Vivian raised an eyebrow. She closed her eyes and leaned against Tom. Her lips teased into a smile. Tom gulped but said nothing.

They entered the dark house and Vivian shot Tom a raised eyebrow. He proceeded to the bedroom. By the time she reached there, Tom was naked and standing in the middle of the room. Vivian grabbed the collar and latched it around his neck.

“I realized I have been going soft on you, sunshine.” She circled him. Her nail trailed down his arm.

“Yes, ma’am.” Tom shifted his feet. He wasn’t sure what to expect.

“Remember our training from when I moved in?” Vivian growled into Tom’s ear. Tom nodded. She swatted his ass. “Use your words.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His eyes followed her around the room. Edging is not Tom’s favorite.

“It will only be for the week while I’m here to start. Lie on the bed.” Tom crawled onto the bed, fighting off a grumble.

“Are you complaining?” She tilted her head to spy at him. “Because I can make this more difficult. Perhaps introduce you to a cage.”

“As you wish, ma’am.” Tom hissed out.

“That’s my good boy.” She leaned over him. Vivian scratched his thigh. “Let’s get you prepared.”

Vivian untied the scarf from the bedframe and pulled Tom’s hands above his head before tying them together.

“That should hold you. No cumming. You tell me when you are close.” Her hand moved closer and her fingers trailed up and down his cock.

Tom shuddered at the soft touch. “Yes, ma’am.”

Vivian kissed his lips softly, barely touching them before turning and walking away. She made her way to the dresser at the other end of the room. Tom’s eyes followed her the entire way. She shucked off her shirt, revealing a lacy bra. Tom’s cock appreciated the view.

Vivian turned in place and shimmied out her jeans, taking her time to place them in the hamper. She made a show of bending over to pick up her clothes. Tom wiggled on the bed, scooting around with his legs. Vivian spun around and Tom froze, mid-scoot.

“Last warning, stay still or you will be punished.”

Tom slumped. “Yes, ma’am.”

She grabbed a bottle of lube. Vivian climbed onto the bed next to him. She dripped a generous amount of lube on Tom’s already half-hard cock. “Look at you, darling.” Her fingers light as feathers against his thigh. “You are so responsive, baby.” His cock twitched.

Vivian pressed against his side, one hand trailing up his legs and the other scratching his chest. “You are my baby, sunshine.” Vivian’s lips ghosted across Tom’s ear. “My precious boy.” Her hand curled around his shaft, squeezing with a firm grip. “And this is mine, my cock, for my pleasure.” She jerked him and continued to tug with a firm grip.

Tom let loose a ragged breath and flattened his feet against the mattress.

“Yes, ma’am.” He let a loud groan from his lips. “Please.”

Vivian kissed along Tom’s chin and neck while continuing to jerk and tug him. Her hand slipping over smoothly because of the lube.

“I… I’m…” Tom gasped. Vivian removed her hand and leaned away.

“Good boy.” Vivian praised, rubbing Tom’s arm. “Good job telling me.”

Tom steadied his breath and Vivian lightly touched him again. When she was ready, Vivian gripped him again and tugged. This continued for about three or four more times, stopping each time before Tom came. Vivian stopped and kissed Tom’s cheek. “You are such a good boy for me, sunshine. You did so well.” She untied his hands and rubbed his wrists.

Sweat beaded on Tom’s brow. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“I’ll go get a flannel to clean you up and then let’s go to bed.”

Vivian returned with a warm wet flannel and had Tom clean himself up under her watchful eye before taking it back to the bathroom and changing into pajamas. Tom rose to get dressed.

“What do you think you are doing, sunshine?” Vivian stopped in the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom.

“Getting pajamas, ma’am.” Tom raised his eyebrows.

“Not anymore. From now on, you only sleep in the nude.”

Tom’s hand dropped to his side, and he returned to the bed. “Yes, ma’am.” he whispered.

“Goodnight, Tom. I love you.”

Tom leaned over to kiss her. “I love you too.” He snuggled into her embrace and drifted off to sleep.

Tom woke the next morning to Vivian’s hand on his cock.

“That is some wake up call, ma’am.”

You remember, sunshine. Quick session in the morning, longer one in evening and a really long one on the weekend.”

He was already close and gripped the sheets.

“I…” Vivian stopped and smirked, pleased at how quickly Tom reached his edge. He exhaled sharply. “I… remember.”

“Good boy.” Vivian sucked on his neck. “Because you are going to have to do this to yourself and report back to me once I leave when I tell you to.”

Tom’s eyes widened. “Wha…” He cut himself off with a groan as Vivian stroked him again. “Ah! Yes! Please!” Tom whimpered through gritted teeth.

Vivian released him two more times until Tom was panting.

“You are the best boy for me, sunshine. Let’s go shower together and you can take care of me.”

Tom groaned and nodded and slowly followed her to the bathroom.

Tom fingered Vivian to orgasm in the shower, sucking on her nipples while she leaned against the tile. She finished up with taking care to wash Tom’s body. She wrapped herself into a robe while Tom dressed for the day.

“Break a leg, sunshine.” She kissed him before he left for the set.

This routine continued for the next several days. Tom ached for release but wasn’t ready yet to beg for it. Once again, he was soiling the sheets as he leaked. Tom came home later that evening to find Vivian cooking in the kitchen. Seeing her in the apron brought a smile to Tom’s face. He snuck up behind her to kiss her neck.

“Smells delicious.” Tom muttered against her neck.

“Go take a seat and I’ll bring it out to you.” Vivian reached back and caressed his cheek.

“Thank you, ma’am.” He left to sit at the table.

Vivian finished up dinner and served up two portions before heading into the dining area. Tom licked his lips when she set the plate down. He tucked in. Vivian just gazed over at him.

“I love how much you love food, sunshine.” She smiled.

Tom wiped his mouth with a napkin. “I love your food.” He added.

“You’re too kind, sunshine.” She started eating her own plate.

Tom ended up getting seconds and then clearing the dishes. They settled onto the couch watching a movie. Vivian teased Tom throughout the movie, not wanting to rile him up too much before bedtime. Tom whimpered and moaned but complied with Vivian’s instructions. But it was no simple task.

“You don’t want to beg, sunshine? I’m leaving on Monday.” Vivian teased as they slipped between the covers.

“Not yet.” Tom smirked.

“Challenge accepted.”

Tom regretted his words as tomorrow was Saturday. No hiding behind work.

Tom woke late on Saturday morning to find Vivian’s side of the bed empty. He ducked his head into the bathroom and then the living room to find her in the kitchen, finishing up her coffee.

“Oh good, you’re up.” She set her coffee cup in the sink. “I made you breakfast, eat up and then meet me in the living room.”

Tom moved to grab the plate of food on the counter. Vivian dragged her fingertips across his hips. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, sunshine.”

Tom gulped and watched her walk away. He ate even faster than usual, certain he would have a stomach ache later. Which was preferable to any punishment Vivian would dole out. When he stepped into the room, he stopped in his tracks to find Vivian sprawled naked on the couch, playing with herself. Her fingers dipped between her legs while her other hand squeezed one of her breasts.

“I got bored.” She commented lazily. “Sit.” Vivian stopped what she was doing and gestured to a chair.

Tom nodded and sat, the fabric rough on his bare skin. His pajamas becoming a memory at this point.

“Make yourself hard.” Vivian ordered, sitting up to watch.

“I beg your—”

“I was going to let you cum today, but if you can’t follow a simple instruction—”

“No!” Tom waved his hands at her. “I can be good! Please! Please! I can do it. Please let me cum! Please, I need to cum.” He pleaded, his eyes wide in panic.

Vivian grabbed his play collar and snapped it around his neck. “That’s my sunshine boy. I knew you would beg. Now.. make yourself hard.” She returned to her spot on the couch. Tom noticed a bottle of lube among some other items on the table. He opened it up and squirted some into his hand. He stroked himself with a firm grip.

“Ah…” Tom moaned as he grew hard in his hand.

“That’s it, baby, make my cock nice and hard.”

Tom’s head lolled back as he could sense his release coming closer and closer. It wouldn’t take much.

“Stop!” Vivian called out. Tom’s eyes snapped open. His hand slowed and then stopped. “I said make yourself hard. Did I say you could cum yet?”

“No ma’am.” Tom realized his mistake.

Vivian walked towards him and straddle his hips. She tugged his head by the collar. “You will sit still. You will not cum until I tell you to.”

Tom nodded quickly, his collar jingling as he did. “Yes, ma’am.”

She sunk slowly on his cock. Tom moaned as she inched down. Vivian held his shoulders for balance.

“Hand that to me.” She pointed to a vibrator on the same table where Tom found the lube. Tom handed it to her with a furrowed brow. “You didn’t think I was going to let you cum inside me, did you?” She traced the sharp line of his chin and pecked his lip. “Silly boy.”

She switched the vibrator on and placed it on her clit. Vivian’s pussy clenched against Tom, who groaned. “Ma’am…”

“You are going to sit there as I come on your cock, Thomas. You will not thrust, buck, or rut into me. Is that understood?”

“Yes, ma’am, but I…”

“What?” Vivian snapped. Her first orgasm was already close.

“But I need to cum.” Tom whined. “Please, ma’am.”

Vivian pressed the vibrator harder against her and she came screaming. She clenched around Tom, who was sweating in an effort to not come.

“Who decides if you come, sunshine?” Vivian panted, removing the vibrator for a moment to calm down.

“You do, ma’am.”

“And whose cum is it?”

“Yours, ma’am.”

She placed the vibrator back against her clit. “Beg for it.”

Tom panicked as he struggled to maintain his composure as Vivian made life even harder by rocking ever so slightly upon his cock. “Please. I want to… I need to cu.. cum. I will be so good if you let me cum, ma’am. I will be the best boy ever. Just please… let me…”

Vivian lifted off of him as she noticed him clenching underneath her thighs, Tom’s balls tightened. She gently pressed her fingertip against the tip of his cock, aiming his ejaculation onto his stomach and chest. Tom slumped into the chair in exhaustion and embarrassment. Vivian lowered back down, her wet lips rubbing along his deflating cock. She swirled her finger along Tom’s stomach and popped it into her finger.

“Aw, baby, look at the mess you made. And you didn’t have permission. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you sunshine?” She stroked his chin and rubbed his neck. Tom’s body was covered in cum and sweat, his face tear stained and red. Tom whimpered. Vivian kissed his lips and cheek.

“It’s okay, baby.” Vivian soothed him, petting his hair. “You can’t help it. It’s okay, I will teach you. You want to go take a bath and clean up?”

Tom nodded his head. Vivian stood up and took his hand. “Come on, sunshine. I’ll go run you a bath and clean you up nice, put on some boxers and eat some food. Does that sound good?”

Tom nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I would like that.” he whispered.

“And then some movies and snuggles?”

“Yes, please.”

Vivian wiped away some of the tear trails and kissed him again. “Okay, sunshine. We’ll do that. Who’s my good boy?”

“I am.”

“Yes you are. Come on.” Vivian grabbed the water bottle off the table and led Tom to the bathroom where she drew a hot bath for him, lowering herself in first before beckoning Tom to join her. She made sure he drank the water once he settled.

“I can’t have you passing out.”

She took great care at lathering up Tom’s torso and legs and rinsing it off before moving to wash Tom’s hair. He sighed and leaned against her. Tom slowly dragged himself to standing and stepped out of the tub, and Vivian toweled him off before grabbing a pair of underwear for Tom to put on. She gently tugged his head down to her by the collar to kiss him.

“Lie down on the couch and I will get some snacks.” Tom quietly shuffled off to the living room. “Pick out some movies!” She called after him, heading to the kitchen.

Vivian was not surprised when Tom dozed off through the movies, sleeping through lunch. She didn’t want to disturb him. One because he needed the rest and two because he looked so peaceful and adorable when he slept. She nudged him awake late that afternoon.

“Thomas, you need to get up. You need to eat, sunshine.”

“Yes, ma’am.” he murmured, eyes still closed.

“Let’s go to eat. You need to get up, sweetie.”

Tom groaned and stretched, blinking to adjust his eyes. “How long have I been sleeping?”

“Several hours.” Vivian responded, rubbing his leg.

Tom shot up. “I wasted the whole day!”

“You did nothing of the sort, sunshine. You needed rest because you work hard. I’m not going anywhere.”

Tom pouted. “But you leave on Monday for home.”

Vivian comforted. “And I can come back and visit again. Now let’s go eat. You must be starving, you missed lunch. I know how much you love to eat.”

Tom’s stomach growled on cue and he blushed. “I guess I could eat.”

Vivian smiled and left to fix her hair and fetch her shoes. She picked a cozy bistro and the two of them snuggled into a small booth in the corner. Vivian was particularly affectionate, kissing and nuzzling Tom’s neck. He kissed back too.

“So when I get back to your—”

“—our home.” Tom corrected her.

Vivian nodded. “Right.”

Tom cupped her cheek. “To quote a wise woman, why are you afraid to take up space in my life?” He kissed as their dessert, well Tom’s dessert, was dropped off.

Vivian chuckled. “I am pretty wise, aren’t I? Remember that home improvement list?”

Tom nodded. “Yes, darling?” His eyes widened. “Would you like to get started on it?”

Vivian smiled. “I am thinking about getting started on updating the kitchen.”

Tom hugged him and kissed her again, oblivious of how his newly acquired ring caught the light in the restaurant or the fact one of the other diners pulled out their phone.

“I think that is a delightful idea, darling. Let me know what you need from me.”

Vivian nodded. “Thank you, darling.”

By the time they finished dessert and got back to Tom’s rented home, both of their phones buzzed with a text from Luke:

Did the two of you get secretly marry behind my back?

Attached was a picture from the restaurant that night posted to social media. Tom’s day collar clearly visible as he kissed Vivian.

“You explain it to him this time, darling.” Vivian ordered.

Tom smiled. “I will, eventually. But right now I would like to show ‘my wife’ how much well I can please her.” Tom wiggled his eyebrows.

Vivian pursed her lips in mock contemplation. “Well I don’t think you are dressed for the occasion, sunshine.”

Tom took off out of the room and returned naked, holding not only his collar but the leash as well.

“Who is my best boy?” Vivian asked, latching the collar around his neck.

“I am, ma’am.” He sighed as she latched the leash onto the o ring in front.

“You are mine.” Vivian purred as she tugged on the leash.

“And you are mine.” Tom repeated.

“Yes I am. Now follow me like a good boy.”

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91percentpynch · 3 years

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lonely heart - kevaaron au pt 4

oh look it‘s me, coming out of my dark hole to make you suffer with a super sad chapter with a nasty cliffhanger:) so get your tissues ready and enjoy!! okay first of all sorry that i didn‘t update this in a g e s and that it‘s rather short and for the cliffhanger, but i‘ll try to update it more regularly now:)

check this out for the other parts:)

trigger warnings: drug abuse, mention of suicide, mention of mental health issues, very sad aaron, mention of blood

“You were too good for me”, Aaron whispered into the void. “You were way too fucking good for me. You made me a better man. And I fucked up”

Aaron got up as he felt the tears burning in his eyes. He knew he wouldn‘t be able to sleep alone tonight. Like every single goddamn night since he left Kevin. Like every single goddamn night since he made the biggest mistake of his life.

„Taylor?“, the blonde haired boy murmered, „You up?“

„Babe, you know I‘m up. My girlfriend lives three states away, we talk every single day at the same time as you call your man. Not that I would be able to sleep when you call him, cause a) i love Day and b) you‘re always sad and high and end up in my room anygays, so did he take the phone darling?“

Taylor was Aaron‘s roommate and the closest thing he had to a best friend. She had been there for him every single day, cuddled him, held him while he cried and dried his tears afterwards. And Aaron did the same when she misssed her girlfriend too much.

„You do realize he is not my man anymore, I fucked that up. Big time. He did actually take the phone just to tell me to fuck off and stop calling“

„You could always go over there and say it in his pretty face. Didn’t say you can’t come over did he?Pro point: Might lead to making out“, Taylor said while taking him in her arms. „Plus another pro point: you‘d get sober again. And you‘re less moody. No offense but a Kevin-less Aaron is hardly managable, like you‘re either a whiny little bitch or you‘ll give me the death glare of the cenutry. Legit worse than Andrew‘s and I called him a cute little baby boo once when I was drunk and he almost stabbed me right there with a look on his face like I just murdered Neil in front of him“

„Tay, I take that as a compliment. And we both know Kevin’s a bit of a dumbass so he did not exactly tell me Not To Come over just stopp calling. Anyways I don‘t even know where he lives. And stop talking about me getting high, you do the same shit“

„Yeah but I know my limits and I have not the same history as you. And for the i DoN‘t EvEn KnOwS wHeRe He LiVeS, phone number. Now“

„O- okay“, Aaron said and told her Kevin‘s phone number while Taylor calmingly stroked his back.

„Neat, got him“, Taylor said after a while. „He‘s with the scary big dude and his adorable little boyfriend I think? I have their address right here, I think we‘re gonna visit them tomorrow cause it‘s like 4 am right now and we don‘t wanna rob him his beauty sleep plus we don‘t want to wake the scary big dude. And I‘m pretty sure the adorable small golden retriver boy could and would stab us“

„Did you just stalk my ex and located his phone at 4 am like fucking Garcias in Criminal Minds?“, Aaron said confused.

„Anything for you big guy. And as I said I miss Day‘s pretty face, preferably in your pretty face so you shut the fuck up about how stressed and depressed and lonely you are.“, Taylor chuckled as Aaron looked at her shocked.

„Well I miss Casey, preferable in your face so YOU shut up“, Aaron was never as good in witty remarks as his brother. Especially high Aaron.

„Babe I think it‘s time for you to go to bed, you‘re not fun when you‘re sad, high and tired. Come here, let me cuddle you, while you whiney little bitch sleep“

Aaron slowly went over to Taylor and into her loving arms, laying down, trying to fall asleep.

After a long while aaron drifted into sleep, just to be greeted by familiar smaragd eyes. In his dream Kevin and he never broke up. Kevin was on top of him, his hands gently discovered Aaron‘s body, touching him as if he was sacred, something to worship. Kevin‘s lips were at Aaron‘s ear whispering sweet nothingness. Aaron‘s hips moved against Kevin‘s loving touch. „Stress release“ Kevin called these holy moments in dawn. „Highlight of my day“ Aaron called them.

The dream was as beautiful as it was cruel. It was as if his body, his mind were as much refusing as able to believe that Kevin was gone. It was his own fault, Aaron knew it. But the ever present voice of his mother, disapproving and disgusting, in his head was just too much for him to handle. He thought - foolish as Aaron was - that the pain of living without Kevin would be better, less cruel, less painful. But he never knew real love and therefore never experienced its lost. Until that faitful day. Until Kevin took his bags and left.

Aaron was used to pain. The hot one after an extraordinarily vicious hit. The cold one when his mother died. The numbing one when the hunger was growing more and more unbareable. But nothing was even slightly as hard to handle as the loss of Kevin in his life.

Kevin was the first good thing Aaron had. He gave him a will to stay, to try, to give this stupid sport everything he got. And Exy turned into more mundane things like getting his eating routine under control or getting a more or less acceptable sleeping schedule. The dark days were still there, for both of them, and they would probably never leave them completely alone, but they got less. And when they did happen they would hold each other together.

Ever since he fucked up things with Kevin, Aaron had more and more dark days. The voice of his mother telling him he‘s a failure, the bored stare of his brother and Aaron convincing himself Andrew wouldn‘t even bet an eye if he died, the voice telling him the world would be a better place without him growing louder and lourder every passing day.

Logically he could say that the death of a single person wouldn‘t change much for the over all world population, expect maybe it‘s some kind of insane mademan dicator or someone important, but still. It made sense. All he did after all was fucking up, being a failure, never good enough, never perfect.

His lonely heart only screamed Kevin‘s name and he knew if Kevin didn‘t take him back, his life wouldn‘t make much sense anymore. Well he would definetly not tell Kevin that. He would not manipulate Kevin into loving him, because that wouldn‘t be much better than not having him at all.

Aaron woke up the next day around noon. He didn‘t really feel like getting up, like getting up was simply too much. But Aaron knew he had to. He didn‘t want to worry Taylor more than he already did. And it would end today. One way or the other.

So he got up, put on the first pair of black jeans he could find and the first sweater his hands could find. Ironically it was one of the sweaters Kevin gave him, on the third of december last year. It was one of Aaron‘s favourites as well.

„Ready for the big Day, small guy?“, Taylor said winking at him.

„Not really? What the fuck am I supposed to do there anyways?“, Aaron replied on his way to the coffee maker.

„Talk to him? Deliver one of those borderline cringe big speeches. Get im flowers. Break into his bedroom and say ‚Draw me like one of your french girls‘, naked of course“, Taylor laughed at the face Aaron made, listening to her suggestions.

„I think I like the big speech. I mean I‘m shit with words, but I‘m sure you want to help your boy getting ‚his man‘ back, right? Also what kind of flowers would you give someone you dumped cause the voice of your dead mother told you it was wrong and disgusting, which you never told him for obvious reasons?“

„Honey, you‘re so fucked up sometimes, I love you but you should go to a therapist or something. Also I‘d say sunflowers or roses? I don‘t speak flowers man, I‘m the tech nerd. Not the romantic one, the nerd. But we‘re gonna make a snazzy speech and you‘re gonna get your man back“

After their typical breakfast - if Aaron didn‘t forget to eat again - they sat down together on the living room floor, paper and pen ready, trying to write the world changing speech.

„Why is this so fucking hard? Why can I only tell him how much I love and miss him when I‘m high off my ass“, Aaron complained.

„What about you don‘t think about him that much. Just tell me what you love about him and then we write that down?“, Taylor suggested.

Aaron took a deep breathe and closed his eyes. „I loved him because he was the first one who saw me. Aaron Minyard. And not just the other Minyard, the lesser twin, the shadow of Andrew. He looked at me and somehow chose me. Even if he could have had everyone else. He chose me, even though I‘m not special. Kevin chose the failure when he could have had the first prize. He looked at me and saw something worth loving, worth keeping around. Hardly anyone could tell Andrew and me apart. But it took him less than a day to do so. Kevin is strong, so so strong and somehow chose the most fragile thing he could find, took it and made it worth soemthing. Kevin made me feel something. Not numbness. Not pain. Something warm and beautiful and living. He gave me a reason to stay alive. Kevin made my life bearable, he made my life beautiful. We were both broken and we would probably still be broken if we were together but we softened each other‘s edges. Kevin believed in me when no one else would. He knew how I felt, knew what I needed and when I needed it. Kev gave me love and safety and I kicked it with my feet. This man is like a god who fell for whatever reasons for a homeless man. And I know I don‘t deserve him but I also know I cannot live without him. And I know that I must tell him that before it‘s too late. If it‘s not too late already“

Taylor wipped a tear out of her eyes. „That‘s it. You tell him that and we‘ll get him back“, she said. „Can I hug you?“

„Sure you loser“

„Ah there is my boy“

They spent the rest of the afternoon writing down the speech, making edits here and there. In the end Aaron collected the pages and went to his room to change. He replaced Kevin‘s sweater with a simple black jumper, put on his Docs, got his keys and left.

Aaro did feel a little uncomfortable, stalking Kevin like that. But he knew this was his chance to fix things. This was his chance to get Kevin back, to make his life worth living again. Which to be fair was a bit selfish, but you are allowed to be a little selfish sometimes, aren‘t you?

Jean and Jeremy‘s apartment complex was a 15 minute drive away from the flat Aaron shared with his three roommates. Theirs was fanzier, obviously. After all Jeremy was a professional Exy player and Jean was some kind of semi famous artist or fashion maker or whatever. They could give Kevin the world. They could give him what he desereved. All Aaron had to offer was an apology and his love. No money. Not yet anyway. Just anxiety, depression and stress.

But if Kevin was willing to take his love, to give Aaron one more chance, he promised himself Aaron would make it count. He will tell Kevin how much he loves Kevin every single god damn day. Aaron will get therapy and work on his issues. Sober up and this time for good. He will do anything to be worth of god‘s love. Just that god in his case was a twenty two year old boy with black hair, forming soft waves at the end and a smile that will make the sun jealous. Eyes made out of smaragd. Lips so sinful and kissable.

Aaron sat down in front of the door, waiting for his courage to come back to him. He could do this. He would get his man back.

Hours passed, or maybe it were only minutes or seconds after all before someone came closer. Ever so slowly Aaron lifted his head, just to look in the ever so familiar green eyes, big with shock.

„You said to stop calling. You never mentioned face to face conversations“, Aaron said, his voice hoarse.

Kevin stared at him as if he was a ghost, a reminder of his past life, something he rather wanted to forget.

„Look I know I fucked up. I know I‘m not good enough for you. I know you deserve the world and I cannot give it to you. And when you look me in the eyes and tell me you don‘t feel anything for me anymore, no love or hate or affection or whatever humans feel, I will turn away right now and go and never come back. Never bother you again. But if you allow me to apologize, if you however decide to gieve me one last chance, I prepared this whole ass speech for you“

Aaron was sure they could hear his heart beating against his chest, roaring, screaming to return home. To return to Kevin where it belonged.

Kevin‘s eyes wandered to the floor, his fingers automatically closed around his left wrist. A nervous habit. Just another little part that makes Aaron‘s heart ache.

Slowly, almost painfully slowly, he lifted those unbelieveable beautiful eyes and met Aaron‘s golden ones. Kevin studied him and the world around them stopped.

Out of the corner of Aaron‘s eyes he could see Jean going still, his breathing too calm, too even. It‘s the same thing Andrew does when someone fucks with Josten. At least his death would be fast. Or slow. Whatever. Aaron didn‘t really care, without Kevin it wasn‘t worth anygthing anyway.

„Why“, Kevin said after what feels like forever, „Why would I forgive you? Why would I give you another chance? Why would you think you can come back here just to fuck me over again? Aaron I loved you, I really did. I always will. You were my first love and maybe, yeah maybe, my last one. But right now I can‘t. I just, I just can‘t. Please leave. Please leave me alone. For now. Maybe, one day we can talk about it. But right now I cannot handle the thought of you to leave me. To tell me all these beautiful lies, to cut me open and leave me to bleed out. I love you“, tears were running down Kevin‘s cheek. Tears Aaron one day, a long time ago, promised himself he would never let Kevin feel again. Pain. Sadness. Everything because of his failure, because of his weakness, because he‘s a fucking piece of shit.

„Thank you for giving me a reason to stay. Jusst remember that you were my light, my warmth, my happiness and I never stopped loving you. Never will. Please just be happy“, Aaron replied as he turned around to walk to his cars.

When he was sure he was out of ear shot, he let himself feel. Feel the pain. Feel the loneliness. Feel the numbness and the cold and the hatred. It was in that moment, that moment where he was alone and nothing more to lose, that he decided that it was enough. He would end it. End it tonight.

„Thank you“, he texted Taylor. „I‘m glad I didn‘t eat you in the womb“, he texted Andrew. „You were not so bad after all“, he sent to Neil. And lastly „Thank you for taking me under your wing“, to Nicky. They would understand. It would take them some time but in the end they would feel better. They would be happier without them. Because at the end of the day he caused them pain and wasn‘t really worth a thing.

So when he got in his car, tears running uncontrallably down his cheeks, he knew what he had to do.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #kevin day #aaron minyard #ship: kevaaron #kevaaron

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cherriesradio · 3 years

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Dear Y/n

Okay!! So this is kinda more of a first perosn sorta thing, with Shinso!

Summary: Shinso and Y/n broke up when they went to college in America after highschool, and Shinso has been told that they just got out. He decides that he should talk to them again.

Warnings: none beside my crappy writing and not having practice writing the purple boy

Word count: 633

Dear Y/n,

Hey. I miss you. It’s been years, I hope you miss me, too. Actually, maybe not. Missing you hurts like hell, I still expect to turn around and see your smile after four whole years.

Life for me’s nice. I decided not to go to hero college, I’ve gone to highschool for it, why would I have to get more? Me, Izuku, and Denki are all good friends still. I’m still friends with evryone in class 1-A, some how.

Right now I’m the #53 hero. Which, is a lot higher then I ever expected. I still look the same as high school, eye bags and all. I don’t know, writing letters is hard.

I regret never trying to reach out before. You would FaceTime and text me at the beginning, then you had more work and put more effort in, not being able to call me as much… and I didn’t put any effort in when you stoppped.

I don’t blame you, I really don’t. I don’t know what your like now. I’m happier now, I think. I know though, I would be even happier with you.

Remember how awkward I was when we first meet? It was a kinda love story first sight thing for me, I know on your side it was more of a slow burn.

I swear, I definitely haven’t looked up photo’s of you now a days. Okay that was a lie. I hoped I would make you laugh, really hope that’s not to awkward. Your still beautiful, I swear everytime I see you on the news I fall in love all over again.

I honestly don’t know why I’m writing a letter that’ll take weeks to get to you when I could email you in a second. Your mail box is probably empty, and your email is probably filled to the brim. That’s probably why. That’s a lot of probably’s.

I don’t know if you have a boyfriend, or girlfriend. Maybe even a non-binary lover, or whatever else they could be. I hope not. I know your not a hero yet, no ones who’s sane would get out of college and not take a small break first.

Aizawa and I are still close. He’s getting grey hairs he doesn’t care for, and his eye bags are slowly turning to normal wrinkles. I’m still working on getting him more healthy. He still chuckles thinking of the silly plan me and you made to make him healthier.

You seem to be trying to taught me. Smiling at the camera the same way you used to smile at me, making jokes so similar to our inside jokes, still wearing old clothes I bought you, heck once I saw you in one of my old t-shirts you must’ve forgotten to give back.

Do you miss me?

I’m glad we didn’t end on a bad note. That day at your parents apartment was probably the best goodbye someone could ask for. Your parents still love me. I’ve been getting updates I don’t get from the news from them, I’m sure you are getting the same.

Is it creepy that your parents still talk to me? They still refer to me as their half-son-in-law, which makes me uncomfortable. Their good people, I’m glad they raised someone as great as you.

I don’t know how to end this. I’ve been dancing around the fact that I’m still in love with you, that I feel a tug to get a flight to America every time I walk by an airport, that whenever I see something that was your favorite color I can’t help but buy it, that I have a whole note book of letters I wanted to send you but just couldn’t.

Sincerely,

Hitoshi Shinso, also known as “My little purple gremlin”

#mha #shinso x reader #shinso x you #🥧

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writerlyhabits · 4 years

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I need some angst in my life so.. Reader and the Tenth doctor with prompt #12 or #38 from the otp drabble list!

I’m so sorry 😅 I know this took forever to get to you, but I’m finally done!! Fluff comes easier to me, so it’s always a challenge trying to make myself write something a little angsty. And I managed to find a way to put both prompt requests in here, and I really like how they worked together! And although I actually like my sweet moment at the end, I know I just kind of stoppped writing at the end. I could have closed it off better, but I think you’ve waited long enough for this 😅 Thanks for sticking around! I hope you like it!! 💗💗

12: “H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.”

38: “Well, this is awkward.” - “Don’t touch me.”

“I hate it when he makes us split up … where the hell is he?” you muttered as you and Donna crept through the halls of an alien gang’s ship. The two of you had gone and shut down one of their systems while the Doctor found where they were hiding prisoners. He was supposed to have contacted you with an update by now, but there was nothing but radio silence on his end.

“Maybe he just, I don’t know, got caught up with the prisoners?” Donna suggested, trying to keep her thoughts out of the gutter. “You know how he gets, it’s hard to get him to shut up."

"But don’t you think he would have realized by now? You know, once he saw that the lights went out?”

“Oi, stop bringing it up! I hit the wrong switch, I got it right eventually! Now the lights on this level are out, that’s all,” Donna exclaimed. The two of you continued down the hall, approaching some sort of orange glow. With no word from the Doctor, and who knows how many people looking for the three of you, a weird light is certainly something new and worth a look.

“I just, I hope he hasn’t done something stupid and gotten himself into trouble,” you sighed, cautiously approaching the doorway where the glow was coming from. “I mean, just the thought of him getting seriously hurt, I-” You didn’t want to finish. Donna gave you a soft look, trying to ease your thoughts a little.

Of course, the two of you would hate to lose the Doctor, the three of you were best friends. But, in a perfect world, that’s all you would be. You wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that your feelings for him had grown out of your control. That every wavering touch, every smile in your direction, every unnecessarily tight hug made your insides feel like fireworks. You wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that ever since you had grown so attached to him, the thought of something happening to the Doctor actually made you sick.

“Alright, alright, calm yourself,” Donna said soothingly, seeing the gears turning in your head, leading you down a dangerous path. “I’m sure he’s fine, let’s just keep going, okay? We’ll find each other eventually, we always do."

The room with the orange glow had no door, so the two of you crept up to the doorframe as slowly and quietly as you could. You ever so slightly poked your head around the corner to see if anyone was there, and what you saw made your heart skip a beat.

In the middle of the room was a waist-high tub full of glowing orange goo holding a crowd of people you assumed to be the prisoners the Doctor had been looking for. And of course, he was standing in the middle of the group with his back to the door. They began to chatter as they saw the two of you, which got his attention. He turned towards you, his look of concerned concentration turning to one of relief.

"Well, this is awkward,” you chuckled. “I take it you found the prisoners then?” The Doctor smiled sheepishly, trudging up to the side of the tub as you and Donna approached.

“I did, yeah. But that’s all thanks to the goonies who caught me creeping around the halls. Thought I had escaped and threw me in here with the rest of them,” he explained. You did a little jog up to him to go in for a hug, and the Doctor almost jumped away from you.

“Don’t touch me!” he half yelled, startling everyone in the room, and you immediately drew your hands back, holding them close to your person.

“What the hell was that for?!” Donna shouted back. “Scared the whole room half to death, what’s your problem?” The Doctor let out a sigh and walked back up to the edge of the tub again.

“I know, I’m sorry. But this stuff we’re all sitting in, Fideon Prime, is highly toxic. Well, it’s highly contagious, the toxin actually takes a while to set in,” the Doctor explained in his usual, rambling fashion.

“What exactly does it do?” you asked, half afraid of the answer. Who knows how long he had been standing in that stuff.

“It’s absorbed, and once you’ve been in contact with it, it seeps into your skin and feeds off blood, slowly poisoning your bloodstream and uh … "The Doctor dropped his voice to a barely-there whisper. ”Well … it kills you from the inside. And if you’re in contact with it for long enough, just brushing up against another person will spread the toxin.“

"Oh yeah, that sounds like a great time,” Donna quipped, trying to fight back against how very real the situation just got. This was no longer just a rescue mission, and the Doctor was out of the game. There was a weird moment of silence as the weight hit you before you managed to open your mouth and find any words.

“H-how long have you been standing there?” you muttered. You looked up to meet the Doctor’s gaze, watching as his face fell, his eyebrows turning upwards, and his eyes so full of emotion.

“Long enough.” This time, there was a long pregnant pause before the Doctor said anything else. “Like I said, highly contagious. That’s why … why I can’t touch you,” he finished. The two of you held each other’s gaze, and in this little exchange, you didn’t need to say a word to know exactly what the other was thinking.

After a bombshell like that, you wanted nothing more than for the Doctor to hold you like he always did in times like this, when he could tell just how scared you were despite anything you did to conceal it. You wanted him to wrap you in his arms and pull you close, allowing the beating of his two hearts to calm you, maybe resting his cheek on the top of your head as he stroked your hair. But instead, he was standing on the wrong side of that tub of goo, wishing that he hadn’t been so careless. Hoping he could be helping the two of you fix this rather than becoming part of the problem.

“So … what do we do now?” Donna asked quietly. “I mean, it’s just the two of us, that’s going to make things much more difficult."

"And we’re on a crunch for time,” the Doctor admitted, looking at his watch. “They’re scheduled to dock in half an hour, and if they dock with us on board, it’s going to be a lot harder to make it out. Not to mention that we’ll only have about that much time before the toxin takes over enough of their bloodstreams, and the lot of them will start going into hypovolemic shock.”

“Oh, but not you?” Donna quipped.

“Timelord,” the Doctor answered simply. There would be time for a whole biological explanation later, but there were better things to do with their time right now.

“Okay, let me get this straight; we have to find a way to decontaminate all of you and stop the ship from docking, and we’ve only got thirty minutes. No sonic screwdriver, and no Doctor,” you stated, feeling the rush of adrenaline start to kick in. This was getting down to the wire, which, of course, was how the three of you usually did things.

“Well, I wouldn’t say no Doctor,” he answered, cocking his head to the side as he gave you a cocky smile. “I might not be able to touch you, but I’m bound to be good for something."

"Well, at least there’s that,” you sighed, grinning back at him.

“I mean … what if we just tell them what’s gonna happen to the prisoners? Clearly they’re keeping them for a reason, they might decontaminate them, leaving us to figure out how to stop from docking?” Donna suggested.

“They’re not going to care,” the Doctor shot down. “They just need bodies, doesn’t matter who they are, or whether they’re dead or alive."

"How do we even go about decontaminating you? Is there some kind of antidote?” You asked, trying to solve at least one problem.

“There is an antidote, Khrelan, which they have on the ship since they aren’t immune to Fideon Prime either. They talked about having left it in the cellar when they dropped me in here."

"Great! Where’s the cellar?”

“No idea,” he answered. “But there should be a diagram of the ship down the hall where you can look for it. And once you find it, you’re going to need to run it through the filtration system in the room. Which, if they’re halfway competent, you should only have to flip the right switches to get it working."

"I’m not touching any more switches,” Donna cut in. “Last time I accidentally shut the lights off on the whole level."

"That was you?” The Doctor asked excitedly, his voice going up an octave. “They thought it was a power outage, it’s why they left in the first place! That was brilliant!” Donna smiled, doing a small bow, which made you chuckle.

“Alright, well if you’re not going to do the switches, I guess decontamination will be my job,” you sighed. “I’ll go ahead and figure out where I’m going and get down there while you two figure out how to stop us from docking.” You turned to leave, but the Doctor called after you. Turning to look at him in the doorway, he looked like he was struggling to figure out what to say, which was a rarity.

“Just … be careful out there. Wouldn’t want you dumped in here with me,” he tried. “I mean, not that I don’t want you with me, but just not-"

"I know what you meant,” you giggled. “I’ll be alright."

"You better,” he said softly. He seemed more at ease at your reassurance, and after leaving him with a hopeful smile, you turned and left the room. The Doctor kept his gaze on the doorway for a few moments after you’d left, and when he turned back to Donna, she was already looking at him in annoyance. “What did I do now??”

“When we get out of this, if you don’t tell her how you feel, I swear I’m gonna hurt you,” she sassed. “I can’t handle all your wavering looks and your goo-goo eyes-”

“I don’t make goo-goo eyes!” Donna gave him a look that made his shift on his feet a little, which was a little more challenging to do considering the goo. “And I’m not having this conversation with you, you still have to stop the ship from docking.” Eager to change the subject, the Doctor was more than happy to concoct a plan with Donna instead.

You had managed to find your way down to the cellar on the level below, having to sneak around a couple of goonies you came across stepping into the lift. The lights were still on in this level, and to your luck, the massive cellar was unoccupied. The bigger problem, however, was just how much was in the room.

It looked like a pirate ship and a steampunk zeppelin had a baby in space. Wooden barrels that smelled of liquor, steel barrels that smelled like oil, stacks of what appeared to be cannonballs scattered among them, and the walls were covered in many alien machines. The back of the room had a workbench amidst the clutter and a myriad of colored glowing bottles on the shelves to either side of it.

“Now just to find the Khrelan and the sprinkler system … piece of cake,” you whisper to yourself sarcastically. You checked your watch to find you only had fifteen minutes until docking. “No pressure …”

Somewhere in your search, you heard the door to the cellar hiss as it started to open, and you scrambled behind a couple of barrels to stay out of sight. A small group of the large troll-like creatures rushed in, frantically searching for something. One creature entered after them, holding his wrist in fear, a small glob of the Fideon Prime sitting in his hand. Knowing this would be your ticket to victory, you peeked around the barrel to watch them carefully.

On the other side of the room, one of the creatures ripped open a steel barrel, and the room was immediately illuminated in green light. The contaminated creature ran over to the barrel, all the others nearly jumping to get out of his way, as he dipped his hand into the barrel. They all sighed in relief, laughing and patting each other on the back. Well, that’s where the Khrelan is, apparently … now to find the sprinkler system.

You crept around the barrel you were hiding behind, shifting to try and get a better look, when you knocked over one of the towers of cannonballs. You immediately snapped back behind the barrel, pleading to the universe that they hadn’t heard you. But of course, that would have made things easy. Instead, the room fell silent as the creatures took notice of the loose cannonballs.

Their heavy footsteps were slow and calculated, and you could hear them getting closer to you. You were not only outnumbered, but you were about to be surrounded as steps started filling your ears from every side. Your brain was working faster than it ever had before, desperate to think if a way out, and the only thing faster was your heartbeat. You put a hand over your mouth to try and make yourself quieter, watching the shadows in the green light get larger as they approached you.

As if by the grace of the universe, the ship lurched violently, and a bunch of sirens started going off. That must be Donna … Either having forgotten about you or determining you weren’t as important as this new problem, the creatures made their way to the door. Peaking through the barrels, you counted as they all left the room in a hurry, the door sealing behind them and leaving you on your own.

You gave a heavy sigh of relief, slumping against the wooden barrel and catching your breath. But you only gave yourself a few moments to relax, there was simply not enough time. Rechecking your watch, you were now down to five minutes before things got bad.

Scampering to the other side of the room, you approached the steel container glowing green and glanced around for any signs of a sprinkler system. Sure enough, above the other containers, you noticed a clear hose, which was glowing orange, connected to a box up the wall.

“I hope this works,” you sighed, moving to disconnect the hose from the Fideon Prime and latch it onto the Khrelan. This, of course, was quite a process since you had to keep from touching the orange goo, lock it into another container, all while the sirens gave you no reprieve. Managing to secure it together, you checked your watch. Two more minutes …

You climbed up onto the steel containers to flip the switches on the machine, being thrown back down to the ground as the ship gave another violent lurch. Donna better be doing something right, because this is making my job a hell of a lot harder. A minute down, and you were finally back up on the containers face to face with the panel. Now was only a matter of flipping the right switch …

You tried reading the labels, but they were far too smudged to be read in the dark, leaving you nothing to go off of. Thirty seconds left, and you were playing a guessing game. A green switch did the opposite of what you wanted, the goo moving back into the container.

Fifteen seconds and the red switch only made a buzzing noise but didn’t take the Khrelan through.

Eight seconds to go, and you hoped to everything good that the blue switch was going to do the job.

Five seconds to go, and you latched onto the switch as the ship lurched, pulling it down with everything you had as you were thrown back to the ground.

Three seconds to go, and you watched the system whir and a light start to go off. The sirens around you changed to a different sound, and you hoped it meant something good.

At the last moment, you watched as the Khrelan started to rush through the tubes and up through the sprinkler system. Laying back down in victory, you laughed, releasing some of the tension that had built up inside of you. This time, now that the decontamination was in progress, you allowed yourself a little bit more time to catch your breath.

“This is not your captain speakin’,” Donna’s voice sang over the intercom system. “Due to some schedulin’ issues, this ship won’t be docking today. Not with all you extra passengers on board! I sure hope the lot of you are decontaminated because we’re getting out of here!"

As Donna made her announcement, you started laughing uncontrollably, the biggest smile on your face. This moment was what you lived on. Sure, you hated cutting it down to the wire. But the reward of pure joy the moment you succeeded is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. You swore that the Doctor was addicted to that feeling-

"Doctor!” you shouted in realization, shooting up from your spot on the floor and sprinting back up to the holding cell.

Donna had beat you back to the holding cell and was chatting with the Doctor as they got showered with the green Khrelan. It gave the room a pretty glow as if drops of light were raining down on them and dissolving the orange goo they had been standing in.

“You remember what you promised, yeah? Cause I’m not letting you out of this one,” Donna started pointedly. The Doctor rolled his eyes.

“She’s not even in the room yet, would you leave me alone?” he sassed. “I’m going to do it, just -” The Doctor stopped in mid-sentence when he saw you appear in the doorway, out of breath and hair a mess.

The two of you stopped for a moment to look at each other, relief written all over your faces. The Doctor donned a smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. The two of you started racing towards each other, everyone else in the room becoming invisible as all that mattered was the two of you. You flung your arms around the Doctor’s neck, burying yourself in the crook of his neck as he spun you around, holding you as tight as he possibly could. You felt your feet touch the ground again, but the Doctor’s hold on you didn’t let up as the two of you relished in being able to hold each other again.

After a few moments, the two of you separated enough to look at each other, the Doctor cupping your face in one of his hands. You leaned into his touch, relishing in this sweet moment before it ended. But to your surprise, he continued to hold you, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. His expression was soft, and he looked like he was contemplating something. You closed your eyes in an attempt to avoid saying something stupid, focusing on his tight hold on you instead.

You felt his nose brush up against yours ever so lightly, his forehead resting against yours. Your heart was beating faster than it ever had before as your brains started to play different scenarios in your head. You quietly anticipated his next move, keeping perfectly still so as not to discourage anything. And although you certainly hoped it would happen, you were still utterly shocked when you felt a pair of soft lips against your own.

Your whole body suddenly felt like it was floating. You kissed the Doctor back, lips moving in perfect rhythm together, soft and gentle yet oh so full of emotion. You realized that this wasn’t just out of excitement, he didn’t just kiss you because you were the closest one. This meant something to him. It was evident in the way he held you with such tenderness that every move he made was calculated like he’d thought about this moment just as many times as you had.

You couldn’t hear anything other than your heart pounding in your chest, the world around you having faded away. When you pulled back for a breath, his lips were quick to find yours again, his passion intoxicating and never fading.

“Alright, when I said kiss her I didn’t mean I wanted to watch the two of you shove your tongues down each other’s throats,” Donna groaned, quickly bringing the two of you back to reality. The two of you broke apart to look at her. Your brain hadn’t started functioning normally after that world-shattering kiss, so you just kind of stared at her blankly for a few moments.

“And there goes that moment,” the Doctor sighed exasperatedly, giving Donna an annoyed expression. You looked up at him, seeing him in a whole new light. You saw the green light around the room dancing in his eyes, the light freckles that sprinkled his cheeks, the way his jaw moved as he sassed Donna. You imagined what it would be like to plant light kisses there, paying no attention to what the two of them were saying.

The Doctor looked back down at you, catching you in the act of admiring his features, causing a smile to spread across his face. You smiled back, giving a soft giggle as you slowly came back to reality, the chattering of the room filling your ears.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” The Doctor asked, resting an arm across your shoulder as you took a moment to gather your thoughts.

“Can we do that more often?” you asked, still sort of dazed. The Doctor gave a hearty laugh that echoed through the room, and you giggled with him.

“I figured we’d be doing that a lot from now on,” he admitted. You did a little victory fist pump, and the three of you laughed as the Doctor placed a sweet kiss on your temple.

#tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor #10th doctor x reader #10th doctor #doctor who #doctor x reader #Kam writes #promt list #prompt request #request #anonymous request #kam takes forever to do shit

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losille2000 · 4 years

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Hoot and Howl, Chapter 1

TITLE: Hoot and Howl CHAPTER NUMBER: 1/? AUTHOR: Losille2000 CHARACTERS: Actor!Chris Evans/OFC GENRE: Paranormal Romance (more on the magical realism side?) FIC SUMMARY: Chris goes on a camping trip to calm the noisy anxiety in his head, but it ends up leading him into his own messed up version of a Disney movie. When he said he wanted to be a Disney prince as a boy, this was absolutely not what he meant. Especially considering that the princess is also, well... about that... RATING: M (sex, language) WARNINGS: Nothing. AUTHORS NOTES: This is the second story in the Seasons of Magic series, so the same “world” as Home is set in. I will continue Home, but this needed to get out. Also, it has obviously been a very long time since I’ve updated and/or written anything of great substance, so please be kind. That said, I do appreciate any concrit if you have it. You do NOT need to read Home to understand this story.

Also a quick message to my readers who are coming back: welcome back! I appreciate you all so much. I know it's been a long, long time since I've updated. A lot has happened in 2 years (for one, I am now teaching full time, and teaching eats all of your extra time). A lot is still happening. But this unprecedented time at home has given me an opportunity to try to write again. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

The speeding truck, rusted out and sputtering, navigated over a narrow gravel driveway and through dense pine forest for a quarter mile off the main highway until the path opened into a clearing. Inside the clearing was a simple country farmhouse with hunter green shutters and aged white siding, sedate and quiet, but for faint white smoke curling out of a tall stone chimney. A vibrant forest behind the house was aflame in brilliant autumnal colors, cloaking the mountain in shades of kingly red and gold as it reached into a stormy sky.

Chris only wished he could truly appreciate nature’s beauty, rhapsodize on it, photograph it, consider how, even when it seemed like the world was going to shit, there was still… this. But he couldn’t; rather, he kept his eyes keenly affixed on the narrow drive to assure that he and his passenger reached their destination in relative safety.

Relative, being the operative word.

As though to test him, the truck bounced over a particularly uneven patch of gravel. The rear swerved and his heart jumped to his throat, but he was able to right the vehicle with a steady shift of the steering wheel and a determined clamp of teeth on his lower lip. Only belatedly did he remind himself to breathe, to calm the heart once again beating a heavy tattoo in his chest.

Chris inhaled deeply, twice, and instantly regretted it. The cabin reeked of wet dog and man, mud, and the metallic tang of blood. His stomach clenched. Giving in, he took his eyes off the road for just a moment to glance at his companion, who had curled up on the truck’s bench seat beside him. The red and blue plaid flannel he used to wrap Dodger’s mangled paw had soaked through and now just looked dark brown.

“Just a few more seconds, buddy,” he murmured, more to hear himself speak, to reassure himself, to connect again with the world instead of spiraling into another panic attack. He’d been doing so well avoiding them recently, too. “We’re almost there.”

Chris hadn’t seen it happen, really, the incident that led them to this enchanting farmhouse with the green shutters. They’d been out on the river, he and Dodger, two days into a two-week solo camping sabbatical. Dodger skipped between stones and barked at random creatures scurrying around the banks of the river while Chris adjusted the nylon fishing line on his pole, attempting to catch dinner. Then he heard a yelp and a splash; when his eyes darted in the direction of the sound, Dodger was already struggling to swim in the swift river current.

Chris jumped into the icy river immediately, without considering the toll it could take on his unprepared body—the river was just a few feet deep, but it was certainly deep enough and cold enough to freeze every vital organ for a split second and prolong the rescue of his precious friend.

Fortunately, he’d plucked the pup out of the rushing water by the collar just before Dodger was out of reach, and then trudged slowly back to the embankment through thick muddy riverbed, thinking all was fine now and Dodger simply needed to dry off. Other than struggling in the current, it wasn’t a rare occurrence that Dodger’s natural mischief led him to fall in a body of water—be it natural or manmade, like the swimming pool back in LA. Dodger would fall in, get out, Chris would dry him off and then the dog would go lay down, the natural consequence having fully chastised him for being silly.

But this wasn’t like that at all. Only when they made it back to dry land did Chris notice the blood dripping freely from the canine’s front paw, made all the worse from the water saturating his fur. Somehow, Chris had kept it together long enough to rip a piece of his flannel shirt off and tightly tourniquet Dodger’s leg; never mind that he had a stack of towels and blankets in a duffel bag a few feet away, which might have been useful—also—to warm a shivering, scared animal.

Then the anxiety hit him, literally knocked him on his own ass, as he scrambled through his fishing tackle box for the emergency burner phone. The one that could dial out for emergency services and receive calls from his mom, because his mom was the only one with the number.

The phone still had a charge and the old crappy mobile internet had come through for him when he searched for the closest veterinarian, even all the way out in the middle of the Massachusetts wilderness. He’d practically thrown Dodger into the truck and sped away from the campsite, with the fishing line still dangling in the river.

Now that he thought about it, or at least, now that the adrenaline had subsided a bit, he realized the mistake he made. If he even made it back to camp tonight, that pole would probably be long gone. And so was any chance of eating because it would be too dark to do any fishing with the other poles he brought with him. The energy bars and backup rations he packed would only go so far to fill his man-sized stomach—and they were supposed to be provisions to last two weeks. He didn’t want to go back into civilization for at least that long.

Chris grumbled. This was why he didn’t have kids—he could barely handle his dog’s injuries, let alone anything worse. How would he ever react with an actual human child? Leave another fishing pole in the river? Or, if they were at home, leave the stove on and burn an entire house down?

The thought was absurd!

Him having children of his own was a ridiculous idea. He absolutely was not qualified. The fact that his girlfriend was pressuring him to commit to that—to finally settle down—only made matters worse. There was nothing he wanted more in the world than to settle down to have a family, but the other person in the relationship had to understand the difference between wanting something and knowing one’s personal limitations. His level of anxiety, despite all the work he had done learning to manage it over the years, was not at the point where he could contemplate children.

This trauma was a perfect example. Fuck. He probably wasn’t even qualified to have a fur child, now that he thought about. He certainly didn’t feel like he was worthy of the companionship of this perfect spirit lying beside him and whimpering in pain because he hadn’t been paying attention.

He glanced at Dodger again, but the dog didn’t even pick his head up this time, so he reached out to place a reassuring hand on his back. They’d get to the vet, and everything would be fine. It had to be. He couldn’t lose him.

A few seconds later, Chris pulled into a parking spot alongside a tiny Toyota Prius, which he found completely incongruous to the rustic storybook farmhouse sitting before it. These places were made for old beaters like his, or something with a little more substance—even if he did appreciate the owner’s care for the environment.

His old truck creaked to a stop, the noisy clunking machine rattling until it finally fell silent a few seconds later. Dodger whined again and tried to stand on his bad paw, only to slide back down the vinyl seat with the wet shirt rag. He scooped the dog into his arms and pressed his lips to the dog’s head—a completely illogical thing to do at a time like this because it clearly wasn’t going to make Dodger’s paw heal instantly, but it made Chris feel better—and bound up the three front steps toward the second door on the other end of the large porch with the small plaque that read “Dr. Bird, DVM.”

Grateful the door had been left partially ajar, he nudged his shoulder against it and stepped into a room that looked like any other doctor’s waiting room—human or animal—except for the fact that he was the only person staring at a space he wished were filled with a reception desk with a receptionist. Someone… anyone… who could help Dodger. Immediately. All he found were worn vinyl-cushioned benches, magazines piled on an end table, and lamps glowing soft yellow light into the four corners of wood-paneled walls.

There was also another door, this one presumably leading further into the house, but it remained firmly shut.

His anxiety clawed back up his throat and began to strangle him—should he have instead gone to the other vet in the other direction, though another half hour away? Had Dodger lost too much blood? The dog seemed limp in his arms. Was it… was it too late? Should he just barge in through the other door to look for help?

Chris opened his mouth to yell, but his entreaty died on his lips when the closed door creaked open. A massive cat with a fluffy white coat loped into the room, clearly unphased with the seriousness of the situation. He frowned at the odd creature as it stopped just in front of him, looked up and slowly blinked large jade-green eyes. The proximity of the feline made him uneasy; not only was Dodger uncaring of an animal that he would have otherwise had a real problem with staring up at them, but Chris felt the cat was assessing them frankly, and not in any typical cat-like way.

The cat made a soft chittering sound, as though trying to communicate with him. Chris’ frown deepened. This was getting them nowhere, fast. And this cat gave off some really fucking weird vibes. And if he weren’t mistaken, it felt like the animal was rolling its eyes in disgust that he, a human, had not been able to understand Cat.

Was this a dream? Was he hallucinating this? More importantly, what kind of medical professional allowed a cat to be the welcome committee to a place of business, never mind that it was a veterinarian’s office?

The cat “receptionist” blinked again and sat down heavily, flicking its long tail before emitting a rumbling and, if Chris were being honest, perturbed meow. It echoed in the barren room, but the sound was finally enough to pique Dodger’s interest. The dog turned his head quizzically with perked ears.

Dodger yipped twice at the animal but didn’t struggle like he wanted to get down and chase the cat. In response, as though they—the dog and the cat—had somehow communicated the problem to each other, the cat stood back up and trotted back to the door and disappeared.

Chris tried to speak again; a blur of feathers stopped him this time as a large grey bird soared into the room and landed on a perch affixed to the opposite wall. He’d not noticed the protrusion there, as it was made of the same wood as the paneling and blended in with the walls.

The grey parrot with crimson tail feathers turned to look at him, clucking a few times then saying in a strange parrot voice, “Just a minute! Just a minute!”

Chris considered turning around and leaving. This was too strange, and his canine companion was too precious to be dealing with a doctor who didn’t have a proper staff and left the care up to a weird fluffball cat and a parrot. When he turned toward the door, the bird suddenly sounded like a Star Wars droid, booping and beeping and trilling like R2D2, then changed to words. “Don’t go! Don’t g—”

“I’m so sorry!” A new voice—a feminine one, smooth and alto—broke into his periphery. “I was in the middle of something that couldn’t be put down.”

He whipped around to come face-to-face with a blessedly human figure standing before him, all wind-tousled jet hair and large obsidian eyes. Concern etched an otherwise blemish-free face of smooth tawny skin. She was probably the most beautiful woman he’d ever beheld, but that notion, too, was immediately forgotten like the beauty of the landscape outside, in favor of the creature in his arms.

“My dog, he—” Chris began, snapping out of his momentary trance.

She swooped into action, flicking her eyes down to Dodger. She hummed and reached for him. “Let me take him back and have a look.”

“Can’t I go back?” he asked, reluctantly handing Dodger over.

She cradled the dog to her chest; Dodger didn’t struggle as she spoke softly. “It’ll be okay, Dodger.”

“You look as white as a ghost,” she said then, her voice now firm. “You need to sit down and calm down. You’re not going to be any help to your dog or to me if you’re freaking us both out during an exam. Let me look at the injury and stop any active bleeding. Then we’ll talk.”

And with that, she was gone so quickly he could have sworn she had kicked up a cloud of dust in her wake. However, he did what she’d instructed and collapsed onto one of the old benches, then covered his face with his hands and prayed. He didn’t do a lot of it these days, preferring other forms of soul searching, but he did say a few silent words. Dodger needed to be okay. He couldn’t lose this one constant in his hectic, always changing life. At least not until the dog had lived a long, fulfilled life at his side.

If only his anxiety would let him think positively.

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scorpio-skies · 6 years

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Fic Writers Week 2017

Kudos! Day 1- Words of Validation

So I’d just like to begin with saying that I read and treasure every single comment I receive on my fics! I love interacting with you all and it always means so much that you took the time not just to read the stories, but also to comment on them! I seriously can’t thank you enough and without your encouragement there are times when I would have just given up on writing altogether! ♥

There are so many comments I’d love to share but I’ll try to be concise!

These are a few of my favourite comments I’ve received for my Fallout 4 fic Bleeding Steel (T+ for graphic depictions of violence)

!!! This is the BEST chapter so far! I laughed SO MUCH while reading it. I don't see why Burke couldn't keep Grogcat. Just roll him up in his sleeping bag and smuggle him aboard the Prydwen. IMAGINE THE CHAOS. ;) Seriously though, I loved this chapter. But then, when I thought it couldn't get any better Vadim showed up and started talking about beautiful children... Danse would make beautiful children... -sigh-

Anyway, keep up the great work. This story has gone FAR beyond where I thought it was going to go and I love it. Just for the record though, I hope Danse has already started writing his report on this mission. By the time they make it back to the Prydwen it's going to be the size of a novel. lol

Phew, I cought up with the story. I forced myself to finish before going to sleep, but I wasn't in a condition to comment. Geez, I was simply unable to stop reading, even with my migraine kicking in.I hope there will be new chapters soon! I don't say the cliffhanger is killing me, but it makes me utter uneasy. :DYour poor squad does not have access to fast travel. The way you depicted their struggles between DC and GN bring back memories of my first few trips to the downtown. Mutants EVERYWHERE. And the idea that Swan sees a worthy opponent in the other Behemoth was nice twist.I want to see more Sparkes and Luck! I want to see what happened to Danse. And to Nora. I want to see Burke's reaction to GN. I want to see MacCready and his reaction to the whole situation. Also, Hancock. :DI'll be eagerly waiting for an update!Also, I know this wasn't in this chapter, but it's the current last and I don't want to spoil anything accidentally in the previous ones, so it goes here. I love the chemistry between Nora and Danse, feels so sweet and real. I really enjoy the pre-BB chemistry and shenanigens. And Burke, man. I was considering coming up with a side story with a squire, but now I definitely want to do it.

I sat and read this whole thing in one sitting, and now I'm sad because I have to wait for more. :( You said it was your first attempt at writing a fan fiction. I hope it isn't your last, because this is very well-written. The dialogue between all the characters is very believable, and I really enjoy see the social interaction between characters that the game itself doesn't show us. The conflict you present is realistic, and I really enjoy having Burke around. I see a potential mother/son-type relationship between Nora and Burke's future... the question is, will Danse act as a father figure? I can't wait to find out! Seriously, keeping up the great work. I'm not logged in right now, but I'll follow and fave in the morning.

this chapter was greate. i'm usaly not a fan of fightingsceens but as i Read this on the bus going home I almost missed my stopp. I realy hop they get to goodneighbor, and that powerarmors are as sterdy as they say Keep up the good work!

And here’s a couple of comments from Power Dressing (General audiences, no warnings apply!):

Oh dear author - thank you for this gem! This is so worth the crazy looks I'm getting for literally LOLing at work. Elder Deacon is priceless! I can't wait for your next chapter of Bleeding Steel, but this was a fantastic break from the drama. Well done!

Wow, where do I start? I love how such a small story can be packed with so much humour! You handle everything perfectly! From Danse’s addiction to snack cakes (which I loved XD) to Deacon’s impersonation of Maxson, it was all done perfectly. I loved how you showed Maxson to be a flimsy, almost child-like character without his coat, mentioning how he sniffled uncontrollably and innocently offered snack cakes to cheer up Danse (which was hilarious btw!). Also, using the coat’s charisma buff and the cheeky mention of Nora’s low perception was genius! I love how you used the games mechanics as an actual story element, very clever! Everything just flowed so well too. What you often get in short pieces like this is messed up pacing but the pacing here is perfect. And all too often, humour falls flat and doesn’t quite reach the mark. What you’ve done is manage to nail both of these and use them perfectly to create not just a great fanfic, but a great piece of writing! As always, I can’t wait for the next chapter of Bleeding Steel, but now I’m also looking forward to your next shorter fic! Kudos!

There are so many wonderful comments I would have loved to included, but I didn’t want the post to get too long! I’ve really enjoyed reading every last one of them and they really do make writing even more enjoyable! ♥

Thank you so, so much to all my commenters! Ily guys!

#ficwritersweek #fallout 4 #day one words of validation #i don't think i can ever express the love i have for all you wonderful people!#so many more comments i would love to have posted but i didnt want to make it much longer!

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nadia0612 · 5 years

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I gears up for Bharat, Dabangg 3; Shah Rukh, Aamir maintain suspense

2019 would be one of those rare years when only one Khan-flick will hit the screens. While Salman has Bharat releasing on Eid, neither Shah Rukh Khan nor Aamir Khan have a film releasing this year.

Joginder Tuteja

Everyone saw what really happened in 2018 when it came to the Khan starrers. Salman Khan's Race 3 opened well, only to fade away post Eid with negative word of mouth seeping in. Aamir Khan's Thugs of Hindostan took an all-time highest record on opening, but could not collect thrice of that in its lifetime, hence emerging as a disaster. Shah Rukh Khan's Zero, it neither took an opening nor grew and eventually could not even enter the Rs 100 crore.

All in all, 2018 was definitely not a year for the Khans.

Now, 2019 would be one of those rare years when only one Khan flick will hit the screens. While Salman has Bharat releasing on Eid, neither Shah Rukh nor Aamir have a film coming up this year.