#and its possible its just extra quiet out tonight

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

I normally talk to harley when im alone in my room but shes hiding in the pantry rn

So ive started talking to vlad

Hes a good listener but hes not nearly as snuggly :\

#i need to dust him #hes very dusty #also all the dust getting kicked up in my room today has made me very sneezy #tomorrow i gotta unpack all the shit on my desk and reorganize some things #my mom tried to convince me i should move my furniture around today #but today was stressful #that would only add more stress #its so much quieter in here #i can barely hear the outside anymore #ahhhh proper insulation #like i still hear a little outside noise #and its possible its just extra quiet out tonight #i wont know for sure til tomorrow #but usually it seems like i can hear everything happening outside #i have my owl city fanart i made when i was 14 leaning against harleys cat tree rn #the eye is staring at me #its a poorly painted anime eye and im not sure if that makes it more or less creepy

[spicyspiders]

sweet that it’s so bitter

Ghost x male reader because I just love a man with a deep voice and an accent. No warnings except for smut. Hope you enjoy!

In the number of missions you have had with Task Force 141, you worked hard to make sure what you were supposed to do would go down without a hitch. But sometimes, things were out of your control. 

Those things are your squad mates. You liked them, and you knew when you were out on the field with them, that they would have your back. Even though you liked them, some still had a habit of getting on your nerves. 

Tonight you were on a simple recon mission. It was just supposed to be you and Ghost, so it really should not have been that much of a surprise when he pulled you from around the corridor you were walking down and into a cramped storage closet, but those few seconds ended with your heart barreling in your chest. 

“Quiet,” Ghost whispered, “your earpiece wasn’t working,” his warm breath fanned out over your ear and down your neck. He had you pulled flush against his chest, with one arm wrapped around your waist, while the other was wrapped up your chest so he could cover your mouth with his gloved hand. 

It took a bit of squirming and maneuvering to face him, but you eventually did. “Why’d you pull us in here?” It was pitch black in the closet, so instead of being able to see Ghost, you could only feel his heat around and on you. 

You felt one of his hands move from where they were on your hips for a few seconds, only to shortly return before he answered, “You were about to be caught,” his voice had lost its muffle, meaning that his hand left to pull his balaclava up to free his mouth. 

You put your hands up against his chest, trying to push him away, but there wasn’t enough space. You gave up after your second attempt and rested your hands on his shoulders. “I don’t get caught,” you grumbled. 

“You can blame it on your faulty communicator, if that’ll make you feel better,” Ghost responded. 

“You can’t see but I’m glaring at you,” you would cross your arms across your chest, but they were currently resting on Ghost’s. 

Ghost chuckled softly, “are you now?” 

Something you learned about Ghost when you first joined the squad was that he was good at everything. He was good at everything related to your jobs and then some. Then some included things such as knowing how to make you tick, kissing, and sex. Knowing that, it really should have been no surprise when he could find your mouth even in the darkness you were confined in. 

It hadn’t been that long since you had last kissed. Before missions, you would always try to sneak away for a few quick kisses and lingering touches, and with the line of work you were in, there was the looming possibility that your most recent kiss would be your last. 

“We’re on a mission!” You hissed after you pulled away. 

“You don’t hear that?” Ghost whispered into your ear. 

It took a little straining, but you eventually heard the sound of muffled voices outside the door. Before you could respond, Ghost leaned back to the ear he just whispered in and bit softly on the lobe. 

“Think you can be quiet?” He asked. The heat of the promise to come in his voice made a shiver run through you. Instead of responding, you moved your hands up so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him into another kiss. 

As his tongue pushed into your mouth, his hands moved from your hips to your ass to squeeze the skin beneath your clothing. When the kiss ended, you had to muffle your small noise of pleasure when one of his legs slide yours apart with his muscular thigh. 

This was not the first time he had gotten you off like this. There were times when you had extra time before missions where you utilized the time to work the edge off before you left. It was always easy. Even now, in a cramped closet that you had no idea what was even housed. 

The hard line of your cock met the warm surface of his thigh as you took your pleasure. Ghost tightened his grip on the globes of your ass and pulled you forward as you rolled your hips. Though the space you were in wasn’t ideal, it still had its benefits. Like with it being such a small space, the only direction that the small breathy moans Ghost would let out would go directly into your ears. 

You desperately wanted to move your hands down and put just enough space between your bodies so you could at least get your pants both undone, but as the heat began to build in your stomach, all you could really do was press yourself to him tighter. 

When Ghost moved his hands from your ass, you still drove your hips forward. His hands moved up your body until they were cupped on your face. Instead of pulling you back into a kiss, he pulled you forward so your forehead rested against his. 

“You’re filthy,” he whispered between gasps, “I can feel how hot you are,” he ended. He was right. You didn’t know how many degrees the temperate of the space had gone up since you both had entered, but it was enough to draw beads of sweat out to your brow. 

“You’re even worse,” you responded. You pressed kisses to the corners of his mouth and to the tiny area of skin that was also uncovered. “This stupid fucking mask,” in one last frantic jerk of your hips, you came. You bit into the clothing Ghost wore over one shoulder to keep your noises at bay. 

And Ghost, being annoying good at everything, only had to bury his head into the crook of your neck to muffle the breathy moans he let out into your sweaty skin when he came. He held you tightly against him as you both came down from your high. You separated when your breathing had both evened out. 

“I’m pretty sure I have a bruise,” you murmured when Ghost and his wondering hands went back down your body to your ass. 

Ghost rubbed softly at the covered skin, “want me to kiss it better?” He asked mockingly. 

“When we hit the showers back at base you can,” it took a few seconds, but you managed to find the doorknob. The muffled voices were gone, but you still turned the knob slowly. You turned to look back at Ghost before you left. In a small bit of light that was let into the closet, you watched as he pulled down the mask to cover the rest of his face again, “see you soon, lieutenant.” You said quietly before slinking out. 

You had a long night ahead of you, but you weren’t really sure if that pertained to the rest of the mission, or what was to come back at base afterward.

#x male reader #x male reader smut #ghost x male reader #simon riley x male reader #simon ghost riley x male reader

[fauustic]

protective miguel o'hara drabble

you didn't hear this from me but i'm making a miguel series and its taking a lot longer than i thought (first chapter already is pushing 10k words sheesh..) and i'm having possessive miguel thoughts so i needed to GET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM...

If Miguel had his own way outside the Spider Society and all that, he would have Lyla escort you to and from wherever your errands took you under the guise of "needing company," or as an extra precaution of staying safe.

In reality, Miguel is an anxious man. He wants to keep everything that could possibly go wrong at bay, always trying to stay five steps ahead of whatever could possibly happen. So when he comes to find out that someone had hit on you as you were out with friends, he was livid.

Of course the one time you're not wrapped in his own embrace or cuddled up in the side of his hip one late night, someone tries to take the opportunity of seeing you all alone and a little bit vulnerable, tipsy and stumbling against the arm of your friend-- contorted in a way that would have been uncomfortable if you hadn't downed a couple drinks hours before.

You had let it slip when calling him, all giggly and oblivious to the world from being a lightweight. "Migs," you had murmured into the crook of your neck, cradling the phone that let out little chuckles from your boyfriend. He's still not used to seeing you drunk, the neither of you were really big drinkers unless you were celebrating something for work or you had been roped into a socialite outing from Miguel's position at Alchemax. The Spider Society never really had anything worth going out to drink for, or maybe Miguel just never wants to hang around them too frequently. His mood always changes whenever he brings up what he does, so you haven't brought yourself to pry any more.

His tone was lax, if not a little awake. You assumed he was driving through the midnight traffic once he heard the words, "I miss you, I'm ready to come home." And Miguel always requests for you to stay on the phone with him until he sees you, until you're swallowed into a hug that threatens to crack your back because he hasn't seen you all day and he's a bit desperate for your warmth.

"What is it, mi alma?" His voice met your ears in that playful, tired way whenever Miguel catches on that blissful, drunk tone of yours's. Raspy with a hint of sleep as if he's been trying to stay awake for you despite being exhausted after a few days of little rest. You would have felt bad for keeping him awake at a time like this had you not been thinking hazily, but deep down you know he couldn't sleep without you either.

Another giggle hissed through your dopey, toothy smile. Your happiness must be contagious because you could hear his own curl of his lips when he encouraged you to spill your thoughts for a second time when you left him hanging.

"You wouldn't believe what happened tonight, baby," you slurred into the receiver and he hummed. Your ass met the concrete hard when your legs suddenly felt like jelly, the dim street lights casting a soft ambience on the side of the bar. You only felt a little vulnerable when you found yourself alone on the phone with the little reminder that your lover is still on the road. "This, this stranger tried to make a move on me. A move!" You babbled as if it was the most surprising thing in the world, "And it's so crazy because I was like, heaving over the table like my last mixed drink was about to send me over the edge. I was not at my best."

The gentle chuckles on the other end came to a halt as soon as you brought up someone else, a stranger who you didn't even remember the name of. Miguel's quietness never caught your attention as you continued rambling on about it in your drunken state, holding your free hand to your forehead to try and stay upright against the wall of the bar.

"And, obviously I was like, 'ew, who the fuck are you? I have a boyfriend-'" You had mocked yourself in exaggeration, and when you heard Miguel's stiff huff of laughter on the other end you couldn't help but laugh in blissful unawareness. "But they wouldn't shut up and even had the audacity to pull me up towards them,"

Miguel had interrupted you this time around, an eerie atmosphere to his tone. Cold, a little distant. It put your hazy mind on edge, though he would never do anything to you. "Who was this.." He paused for a moment, and you could see the hand signals he would conjure when trying to find the word for something. "Stranger? This person?"

You caught your breath when he mentioned he was minutes away now before you answered his question, a warmth settling over your chest at the inevitable entanglement of limbs the moment you find yourself face-to-face with Miguel.

"Ah, some.." Your brows scrunched, trying to remember where the mysterious flirt was from until you realized it was a work party. "Co-worker, different department, obvious prick. Hated the way he spoke to me, was trying to explain some stupid shit at work that I obviously knew how to do."

"Love," He practically cooed into his phone, and you could see the way he shakes his head in both adoration and disbelief whenever Miguel uses such a gentle pet name. Such a simple one, but the way he looks at you as if you're the entire world and more rivals whatever paragraphs he could possibly write to express his feelings for you. "I need a name,"

"You do not need a name, Migs." You laughed, and you could hear the whiney scoff of his when you caught onto his antics despite being drunk. "That worries me. I don't need you getting hurt." And you swear you could hear a small whimper, the gentleness you give him causes his insides to twist and turn painfully. Always in a tunnel of self-depreciation, he tries his best to accept the sweetness oozing from your lips, but Miguel can't help but admit he's still not used to it.

Miguel knows he isn't perfect, the insecurities flow from his exhausted tongue frequently when he's surrounded with your touch and presence every night. But when he hears you off-handedly mention how someone tried to take you away in the unknown of their home, something inside him cracks just a little bit more whenever a situation like this arises.

"Baby," By each passing moment he stayed quiet, you felt yourself sobering up. Your worst days was whenever Miguel needed space from you for whatever took ahold of his mind, those nasty thoughts that tell him something differently than what you embed within his very being. If this conversation triggered something, you would respect it without a second thought-- but the idea of being without Miguel after such a taxing week had you hold back the emotions threatening to bombard your delicate state of mind. "Migs-- Miguel, what's wrong baby? Why aren't you talking, honey?" You pleaded into your phone, briefly checking to see if you had accidentally hung up.

"Fuck," you murmured to yourself, your phone falling to your side as your other hand met the bridge of your nose- a habit you've developed from the one you love. What a silly thing.

A car door sounded throughout the humid night air nearby, and you brushed it off as another person consumed by the nightlife. Probably going to down a couple beers to forget, is what your muddled brain distractedly made up to try and stop yourself from crying. Swiping at your cheek with a pathetic feeling pooling in the bottom of your stomach, you weren't sure whether the wetness meeting the pads of your finger-tips was the fog or tears dripping off your lashes.

Your name rings throughout traffic lights and bustling cars like a prayer, boots crunching pavement until pristine-white etched with red met tears cascading onto the curb. The breath you were close to being choked up on was caught in your throat as the calm he desperately tried to exude cracked the moment he caught the cries slipping from your skin.

You unraveled your posture, straightening your neck up to meet his gaze. Miguel didn't hesitate to drop to his knees and take you into his arms as if he was a child hugging a stuffed animal. His nose met the crook of your neck and he breathed in deeply, as if he had taken a moment longer to get here you would had slip away from him- fading into the city streets like a ghost.

"Why didn't you respond?" You practically whined in his shoulder, immature and woozy from the tipsy still lingering. He only held onto you tighter, scooping you up into his arms like you were the most fragile thing in the world.

He mumbled into your hair as you returned the hug and closed your eyes, drawing into a comfortable lull from the safety of his embrace.

"What was that?" A genuine question, you couldn't hear his grumble with his mouth full of your hair. But he only scoffed, and leaned down to brush his canines against the shell of your ear, sharp yet feathery. The contrast was like a bucket of iced water dipped over you, shocking yourself out of that drunken fatigue. His words came out of as a whisper, hint of jealousy as well as protective concern.

"Worried sick, mi corazón. I'm not going to sleep until I know that bastard who put his hands on you," It came out less like a threat and more like a promise, softened by the plush of your curls meeting his lips in a kiss. "El muchacho necesita una lección, hmm?" A chuckle rolled off his tongue as he swung open the door to his sleek vehicle, setting you down with utmost care. Before you could protest, Miguel took the seatbelt in his hands and buckled you in himself- sweet and slow and everything he wasn't implying.

"Miguel, I don't need to be waited on hand-and-foot." You complain once his left hand found purchase on the steering wheel, all for show you assume because in the year of 2099 you had flying cars and automated driving and genetic splicing. But he was smooth, you had to give him that, as his frown kept a cheeky little smirk at bay. His free hand found comfort in the fat of your thigh, thumb stroking the fabric that hugged your figure nicely. He made no move, keeping the gesture innocent with genuine affection.

Miguel's not one to really show physical affection out of the confinements of your shared apartment, but ever since you had mentioned the threat of someone else trying to dumbly scoop you up and send you on your way alongside them- Miguel had kept close. Noticeably so.

His hand found itself snaking around your back and resting against the flesh atop your belly button, wedging you within the curve of his side. Miguel had always been the one to be a bit whiney, but when you denied him the opportunity to allow him to sink his fangs into the softness of your neck and angle of your jaw, he'd accidentally pout in an unexpectedly cute way and brood like a ruffled pigeon. You never allowed yourself to tease him about it though, or else he'd catch himself doing it and stop himself. The loss of such a cute expression donning his permanent scowl would have you in shambles.

Miguel's not exactly the worst with words per-se, he could explain the parallels of universes and what exactly makes them tick in harmony with effortless ambition-- but when he's faced with the pure adoration swimming within your irises as the both of you do the most mundane tasks; cooking and washing dishes, piled up on the couch for a movie you had dragged him to watch- Miguel would grow subtly emotional to the point he would have to stalk up behind you and engulf you with a hug, a stray tear or two meeting the ridge of your shoulder. And you'd hold his arms meeting the bridge of your ribs, whispering; "It's okay, darling. I'm here, here only for you."

And he'd kiss the blemishes upon your skin in return, a silent thank you as he nuzzles into your very being- the constant need to be as close as possible undermining the physical touch he craved so desperately from you. If he could use his claws to carve into your ribcage and take shelter next to your beating heart, maybe for once Miguel would be able to sleep easily.

#miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara headcanons #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara drabble

[thelovelylolly]

Like Real People Do

Summary: Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips... Warnings: mentions of violence and injuries, reader is described as shorter/smaller than frank, let me know if i missed any :) Word Count: 976 Notes: this is a follow up to It Will Come Back, but you dont need to read that to read this :)

Your relationship with Frank was unconventional, just like how you met. You knew falling in love with a vigilante was a dangerous idea, but you did it anyway. You and Frank clicked with each other. You took care of each other in anyway possible. You spent long nights together, most of them included you patching him up. Your relationship wasn't traditional at all, so your dates were few and far between.

Most of the time, Frank would plan the once in a while dates. You knew it was better he planned things out with his schedule, and he always did the sweetest things. Your favorite restaurant was closed because it was late? He already order take out early and it was ready for you two to eat it on a roof top. You wanted to watch the sunrise? Good thing you two had bad sleep schedules because he found the best place to watch it in the city. You just wanted a simple bouquet of flowers? Frank would order one from a flower shop in the morning, and by the time he left for his patrol, a beautiful bouquet would be at your door.

One night, when Frank didn't have his vigilante duties to deal with, you were lounging around your apartment and catching up on some reading. He came through the same window as always and found you on your bed.

You looked up with a smile. "Hey, Frankie."

"Hey, sweetheart. You got any plans for tonight?"

You put your book down and sat up. "No, why do you ask?"

"I wanna take you to the park and walk around. Y'know, like a date."

"I know it's a date, Castle," you said with a giggle. You got up from your bed and pulled on one of his jackets he had left for you. Then, you pulled on your tennis shoes and looked back over at him. "I'm ready."

He smiled at you and took your hand in his as he led you to your front door. You two walked in silence through your apartment building and down the streets towards the park. You two often enjoyed spending time together and didn't need to talk. Just knowing the other was there was enough.

The park and its paths were lit by street lamps, giving everything a warm glow. You could still hear the white noise of New York City around you, but the park was empty and quiet. It was like you and Frank were in your own world, even if it was only going to last for a short time.

You smiled up at Frank at the thought, and he smiled back at you when he felt your eyes on him. The warm and bright light from the street lamps you passed illuminated all of Frank's features. His dark eyes and eyelashes, his nose, his lips. Every detailed you had traced while laying awake with him late at night could be seen. You swore god had taken extra time to make him this perfect.

You stopped your staring and looked back ahead as you wrapped yourself around his arm, not wanting to let go ever.

Everything was perfect until you felt a fat rain drop land on your head. Then another, and another. You and Frank looked at each, both feeling the rain starting to steadily fall and pick up its pace. You both smiled and laugh as it started to pour. He took his jacket off and held if over the two of you as some form of shelter. You started to run back to your apartment, and Frank's jacket could only do so much to keep you two from getting wet.

You both laughed like crazy as you ran down the wet streets, your laughter echoing off the tall buildings all around you. After a few blocks, your apartment building came into view. Frank didn't stop holding his jacket over you until you were both under the awning in front of the entrance. You were breathless as you let yourself and Frank into the building.

The elevator ride up to your floor was quick and quiet as you both caught your breaths. You glanced up at him once on the ride up, and the moment he met your gaze, your laughing fit started all over again.

Your laughing didn't quiet down until you both were standing in the entry way of your apartment, your door shut and locked behind you. That's when you also noticed that your clothes and hair were soaked, along with Frank's.

"'M sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean for the weather to ruin our date," he mumbled, glancing at his soaking wet boots.

"You can't control the weather, Frankie," you replied softly, tilting his chin up to look at you. "If anything, I thought it was more fun this way."

"Really?"

"Mhm, running in the rain with my love? That's the kind of things you only see in the movies, y'know? But you made it real for me. There's just one thing we're missing..."

"What is it?"

You stepped closer, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck. "A kiss."

He smiled, his arms falling to your waist. "Well, then, who am I to deny you?"

One of his hands came up to cup your cheek as he leaned in. His lips pressed against yours and, despite your cold clothes sticking to you, your face warmed along with the rest of your body. No one had kissed you the way Frank had, so every time he did, it always made you melt.

And while you didn't want to, you had to pull away. You turned your head away from Frank and sneezed.

"We should probably get out of these clothes, we're gonna catch a cold."

"Or," he started, still holding you close, "we should just kiss."

You liked his idea more.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle fanfic #the punisher x reader #the punisher x you #the punisher fanfiction #the punisher fanfic

[mistystepmoonbeam]

Reborn into BG3 - Chapter 5

You're reborn into BG3 with only the memory of your past life. Now you're Tav's companion on his journey, and must learn about yourself as much as your new reality.

Chapter 5: You awake to something unexpected in your tent, and Karlach joins the group!

Word count: 1.3K

You awake holding your pillow rather than resting your head on it.  The early morning light is soft within the confines of your tent, world tinted blue due to the thin nature of the fabric used to protect you.  You yawn and roll onto your back—if you hadn’t been so tired last night you might have noticed how horrendously uncomfortable the ground was compared to a bed.  You noticed it now, even with the bedroll.

Outside your tent is quiet, perhaps too early for the others to wake.  You’d heard them return late last night if only by Karlach’s laughter and Tav shushing her, but still laughing himself.  You hug the pillow to your chest and roll onto your other side to come face to face with a snout and protruding tusks.  You yelp and skuttle backwards, pillow held out before you as your only means of protection against the…boar?  A young boar, by the size of it, not quite a babe but not an adult either.  Still, from snout to tail it is nearly the length of your bedroll.  And there, right in its thick neck, are two little holes.  

It’s dead.  Completely drained of blood. 

Why in all the gods' names was the boar—the boar that Astarion kills—in your tent?!

Theories race through your mind:

Astarion didn’t quite kill the boar and it wandered into your tent to die.

Astarion brought it to your tent and killed it, because he secretly hates eating alone.

Astarion killed it elsewhere and planted it here to make it look like you killed it.

Astarion has nothing to do with this and you’re actually a vampire.  

You press your thumbs against your canines, finding them as they always were—not elongated or extra pointy like Astarion’s.

“What’s wrong?”  The flaps of your tent fly open as a dishevelled Tav jumps inside.  His eyes go over the area, taking in the boar and then you touching your teeth.  You quickly lower your hands.

“Please tell me this is a really unfunny prank,” you beg Tav.  He moves around you and squats by the boar, observing it closely.

The flaps of your tent fly open again and you’re met with possibly the loudest woman you’ve ever met.  

“Hey!  I told you it’s rude to just enter someone’s space without knocking.”  Karlach looks down at you, towering over you as you stay in the ground.  “Oh hells. Now I’ve done it!  Sorry.  I’m Karlach, joined up with your little crew last night.  I was gonna say hi but Gale insisted you needed your rest.”

You give her your name, raising your injured hand to wave.  It’s still a little tight when you flex your fingers, but there’s no pain. 

More uninvited guests arrive when Shadowheart and Astarion each lift a flap of your tent.  If it were possible you think Astarion pales even more at the sight of the boar.

“What’s going on?” Shadowheart questions.

“I’ve heard of being hungry enough to eat a horse but…”  Astarion recovers quickly.  

“I didn’t eat it,” you deny.  You look back at the beast.  “Or kill it.  I woke up and it was here.”

“These holes are strange.”  Tav takes everyone’s attention but his next question is directed at you.  “Do you know what could make them?”

You stutter words but can’t bring yourself to say “vampire”.  

“It looks like the work of a vampire,” Astarion announces,  coming to your rescue.  “Vicious creatures.  We should have someone keeping watch at night—I’ll take tonight so no need to worry.”

Tav nods but his curiosity doesn’t seem sated as he observes the boar.

“But why is it here?” you ask.  

“Looks like it walked in,” Karlach says.  She points to small indents in the fabric on the ground, places where a heavy weight sunk into the earth, exactly like hoof marks would.  They travel around your bedroll and out of the tent.  “There’s a few more outside.  Poor little guy…must have been looking for help.”

Your racing heart begins to calm.  Based on the initial surprise on Astarion’s face Karlach was right, but still.  You look at the dead creature, wondering if it really had just walked into your tent on its own.

Your hand is healed enough that you only need a small wrapping around your palm to keep it safe.  Wyll had done it for you, securing the white cloth with ease.  

“Can’t believe you would take an arrow for a goblin,” Karlach says as she watches.  “Between you and Wyll here we aren’t short on heroes.”

“Not a hero,” you tell her.

“That’s exactly what a hero says,” Karlach counters.  She’s just doing this to distract you from waking to a boar, you think.  But it’s working.  As the group discusses their plans for the day the fact that the boar wandered into your tent seems more and more plausible.  

“You should come with me to see Dammon!” Karlach suggests.  They’d already explained Karlach’s situation to you, fake paladins and all.  “Could use the moral support if I’m being honest.”

“Of course.”  You wanted to check on Arka, too.  You’d never been able to save her in the game, but maybe you could now.  There was never a definitive answer about her death, but if there was a chance you could stop it…

“Great!  Then it’s you and me while these guys have all the fun.”

You look at Tav, who’s talking with Shadowheart.  “What are you guys doing today?”

“Tracking down Halsin.”  Shadowheart eyes the bandage on your hand.  “Are you sure you should be going back to the grove after saving someone that tried to kill them all?”

“Aw,” you hum, “are you worried about me Shadowheart?  That’s so cute.”

The half-elf’s eyes widen as her cheeks darken with a blush.  “Just don’t go taking another arrow for a prisoner.”

You grin at her attitude, and the way she won’t meet your eyes now.

“I won’t,” you promise.  “Unless it’s for Astarion, we made a deal.”

After Dammon gives Karlach a tune up she’s ready to fight anything.  You thought she was going to run off to find the rest of the group if you hadn’t suggested checking around the grove for spies.  

Obviously you weren’t about to send her into the underground where the goblins (maybe) lay in wait, but she could probably handle a bugbear by herself.

And she does, easily.  You’re not even halfway up the hill to get to Nadira before Karlach is pulling her axe from its holster and swinging at the bugbear assassin.  It takes a couple hits before going down, dead at the feet of a proud one-horned tiefling.

Even without Tav some things can be triggered, it seems.  It’s more than a little concerning.

When Karlach is handed the soul coin as thanks you can feel a vibration in the air around it.  The thought of your own soul trapped in a coin makes you shiver.

As you start back down the hill you catch the faintest hint of sulphur.  Your head swivels as you look around, half expecting Raphael to appear but it’s only you and Karlach.

“Something wrong?” she asks when you stop.

Another glance at the grass and flowers around you shows no sign of the devil.  “No, I just thought I heard something.”

That sounds better than “thought I smelled something”.  There was already plenty to smell within the grove, plenty you’d like to not smell between the oxen and the bears.

But your anxiety didn’t leave until you mentioned to a couple of the druids you saw a tiefling boy heading to the beach beyond the grove and thought you heard singing.  They’d exchanged a worried glance before waving over two tiefling guards and heading off.

“You’re worried about singing?” Karlach asks on your way out.  

You think carefully before answering.  “Yeah.  Just…a bad feeling I guess.”

As you leave the grove you see Arka standing above the gate, crossbow in hand.  That was something you’d worry about later.  There was still time, after all.  And you’d have a better idea of how much time after Tav returned tonight.

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[cemeteryspider]

Imagine Dating Mark Grayson With Dazzler's Powers Pt. 2

Invincible! Mark Grayson x Dazzler! Reader

Summary: Mark helps you through a panic attack.

Trigger Warnings: Anxiety and Panic Attacks

Word Count: 670

The narrow corridor backstage buzzed with activity, a symphony of hurried footsteps, clattering equipment, and muffled conversations. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows that danced across the scuffed floor. Equipment cases lined the walls and people rushed past you holding instruments, amplifiers, mics, and everything anyone might possibly need to get onstage. 

As the opening act's drumbeat reverberated backstage, your chest tightened with each thump, and your breaths came in short, rapid bursts. The air was thick with the mingled scents of sweat, adrenaline, and the faint aroma of stage makeup.

You would be going onstage in less than half an hour after a six month hiatus thanks to the Guardians of the Globe needing some extra help after an attack on a few members.

Despite your onstage personality being quite out there and extroverted, you often felt a twinge of fear before going on. Tonight this was amplified because of the rust that accumulated on your voice the past few months.

For the past week, you pushed yourself hard to memorize the songs on your setlist and relearn the electric guitar solos that you could play in your sleep not so long ago.

However, the months of superhero work drained your energy, and you remembered why you put yourself at the end of Cecil's call list.

Every day you were at the tower, you would flop into bed at the end of the day and not wake up until after noon the next day. You rarely were able to practice, and if you did you were often interrupted by some horrible accident that needed your attention.

Your breathing started to become quicker and more shallow. You slid down the wall backstage, put your head into your hands, and tried to focus on taking a breath. The music coming from the stage blurred into static as you continued to sink further into a panic. A knot formed in your stomach, tightening with each passing second. Despite your attempts to steady your breathing, panic threatened to overwhelm you, its icy grip tightening with every heartbeat.

Then two hands rested themselves on your knees, and someone started talking to you. You couldn't focus on every word they were saying.

His voice cut through the static of your racing thoughts, a steady anchor in the storm. 'Just breathe,' Mark's words were a lifeline, guiding you through the darkness with their quiet strength.

You removed your hands from your face and looked at Mark. His hands were rubbing circles into your knees, speaking softly (as softly as he could with you still hearing him over the loud music onstage), and a worried look strewn over his face.

"Keep breathing out, it'll pass sooner if you do that" He moved his hands to your own, and circled his thumbs over your knuckles.

"Mark... thanks," Once you managed those two words you launched yourself into Mark's arms.

"Hey, it's okay, you're okay. I'll always be here for you," Sparkly tears dripped onto his shoulder, and after a long moment, you pushed yourself away to look him in the eyes.

"Sorry I ruined your shirt," You laughed through the tears and Mark laughed with you.

"You didn't ruin anything, I think you made it better," This made you chuckle and Mark moved to help you up.

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He held your hand while your makeup artist touched up your teary eyes. The crowd murmured beyond the stage curtains, an excited chatter building. 

You got into place while your introduction began and the crowd boomed above you.

"You're going to do great! Break a leg, Shimmer," He placed a kiss on your lips and took a step back.

"See you soon, Invincible," With that you flew up through a hole in the stage, and far above the crowd to start your set. 

With a steadying breath, you stepped into the spotlight, the roar of the crowd washing over you like a tidal wave. Beside you, Mark's words echoed in your mind, a reminder of the strength that lay within.

#mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #mark grayson imagine #invincible imagine #invincible #mark grayson #invincible show #superhero reader

[echo-stimmingrose]

Annabeth opened the door to cabin three slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible so that her sleeping boyfriend wouldn't wake up seeing as it was almost two o'clock in the morning. Her sleeping in his cabin had become normal for them after the war with Gaia. Percy had been nervous about breaking the rule of not having two campers be alone in a cabin together. Annabeth, however, did not care, practically daring Mr. D or Chiron to not allow them to sleep together after all they had been through.

Tonight, while she and Percy were trying to fall asleep a storm had started; a particularly strong one that made its way past the borders that normally kept harsh weather out. Because of this one of her siblings came to get her, asking if she could come help comfort her younger siblings who were scared of storms. Thankfully, after a while, the storm receded and she was able to get her siblings to fall asleep, allowing her to go back to cabin three.

As she walked in she, to her surprise, saw Percy sitting up in bed and what looked like someone else lying next to him. A wave of jealousy rose inside her, quickly making her angry. Calm down, she berated herself, Percy is not cheating on you, take a breath.

Percy looked up, having just then noticed her returning. He smiled at her, bringing a finger up to his lips, signaling her to be quiet. Now confused, she walked up to their bed, taking in the figure- or figures that lay there. She let out a soft laugh, mentally chiding herself again for jumping to conclusions. In her spot on the bed, Piper and Leo snored softly, curled up in each other's arms.

“They came a little bit after you left,” Percy explained quietly. “All the thunder was bringing back some bad memories.”

She smiled sadly, having not considered that. While they were on the Argo II storms pretty much always meant something bad was happening and they’d need to fight. Despite the somewhat sad circumstances, her heart swelled at them coming to Percy (and her) for comfort.

She was about to ask how she was supposed to get into bed when she noticed two other lumps buried beneath the blankets. She pointed at the smaller lump, curled up near Percy's legs, figuring that could only be one person, “Nico?” She asked in a whisper.

Percy let out a silent laugh, nodding, “Yeah, he didn’t even say anything when he came in. Just shadowed and crawled next to me.”

Annabeth chuckled, moving her attention to the larger lump sleeping at the end of the bed, “Who’s that?” She asked.

Percy smirked, gently lifting the blanket to reveal a blond-headed son of Jupiter snoring peacefully. As Percy lowered the blanket back down carefully, she couldn’t help but smile. She knew Jason was not used to going to anyone for comfort and was incredibly proud that he came to them. It may seem small to some people, but it was a huge step for Jason. And by the way that Percy was looking at him, he was proud as well.

“How am I supposed to get in here?” She asked, only somewhat seriously. She’d love to sleep in bed with her family but she would take one of the extra beds in the cabin if needed to allow the other demigods to rest. Percy had other plans, he scooted Leo closer to him and managed to lift Piper with incredible gentleness. She took that as her cue and got into bed, pushing her legs under one of the many blankets. After she got situated Percy set Piper back where she was, this time with her head and shoulders on Annabeth's lap.

Piper let out a satisfied hum, “Annie's home.” She whispered, half asleep. Annabeth couldn’t help but laugh, stroking the younger girl's hair.

She turned to Percy who was smiling, a soft glint in his eyes, one she hadn’t seen much of since Tartarus.

“When did we become parents?” She asked him, causing him to chuckle.

“I don’t think we had much of a choice, they adopted us.”

“Yeah, we did.” another half-asleep voice said, “You’re ours now.”

Percy grinned, pulling Leo closer as the younger boy let out a satisfied sigh.

It may not have been the most comfortable night in the crowded bed but Annabeth could not bring herself to care.

#percy jackson fanfiction #ficlet #annabeth chase #percy jackson #nico di angelo #jason grace #leo valdez #piper mclean #percy jackson fluff #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa

[ocean-ai]

Day 23: Overstimulation - Jeno

Pairings: Jeno X Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 944

Warnings: Overstimulation, Oral (female receiving), Jeno doing the most

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Spicy

You just wanted a quiet night with your cute boyfriend that you hadn’t seen in a while, but of course, that didn’t happen. One minute you were cuddling on the couch and the next minute, Jeno had you screaming for him. His tongue was currently tracing circles around your clit and his fingers were deep inside you. Your legs were on his shoulders and your hands were in his hair, tugging ever so often.

“Oh god, Jeno!” You screamed when he closed his mouth around your clit and began to suck on it lightly. Your toes were already starting to curl as he kept this up. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer with the way he was eating you out. His fingers were moving slowly, teasing your inner walls and filling you up. Everything felt so good that you couldn’t have imagined doing anything else tonight.

You looked down at Jeno and you wanted to giggle at how funny his hair looked because of your hands messing it up, but you couldn’t since his fingers had reached that spot inside you. You moaned and your legs closed around his head, making him chuckle and the vibration sent waves through your body. Jeno was strong, and even with one hand, he was able to hold down your hips so that you wouldn’t move around too much. His strength was another thing that made you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“You taste so good,” he said, looking up at you and smiling. The fact that Jeno was as cute as he was and doing something as lewd as this made your head spin. You threw your head against the pillows when his tongue was back on your clit, flicking against the swollen nub.

“Je-Jeno! I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” you whined. His fingers started moving faster and your hips matched their movements as best they could with him holding you down.

“Come on, pretty girl. Come for me,” Jeno said teasingly, knowing pet names like that made you weak. And he was right, soon enough the pleasure had become too intense for you and you fell apart underneath him. Your orgasm hit you full force and Jeno slowed down his movements as a way to help you through it. He knew your body was sensitive at this point, but he wasn’t anywhere near finished with you yet; he wanted to push you a little further.

Your breathing had finally calmed down, but Jeno wasn’t stopping. You had come all over his fingers, but that only encouraged him to keep going. He loved hearing your moans and being the reason why you were a mess from pleasure. He just wanted to satisfy you. He kept up his movements on your clit, and you could barely handle the way it felt.

You could feel tears coming from your eyes as your clit was throbbing from all the extra stimulation. This wasn’t the first time he had done this to you; last time, he only used his fingers though. Now that his tongue was involved, everything felt more intense and heightened. Once again, his name had slipped from your lips, giving him the encouragement to keep going. He loved hearing you moan his name, it boosted his ego.

You could tell that it wasn’t going to take long for your second orgasm to take over. Your body was still so sensitive from your last one and Jeno was a little too skilled at using his fingers and tongue on you. You could feel your body tensing up with each passing second and the familiar feeling in your stomach had made its presence again. “Jeno, please,” you pleaded, half wanting him to stop because it was becoming overwhelming, and half just wanting him to make you cum again.

Jeno pulled away from you, his sweet smile almost taunting you. “Almost there baby, I want to get two more out of you,” then he dove back in and you screamed. His thick tongue was relentless on your clit as his fingers kept pressing against that spot inside of you that made you crumble. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he began to suck on your clit again and give you as much pleasure as possible.

“I’m coming, baby!” You moaned before your second orgasm came crashing down around you. Jeno was now trapped between your legs as your thighs tightened around his head. He loved every second of it as he lapped at your juices. Humming to himself as he licked his fingers clean of you.

Finally, he pulled his body away from yours and he rose up on his knees, giving a perfect view of his beautiful body. He was hard as a rock and you knew that he needed to come as bad as you did. He smirked at your spent body before he took off his boxers. He hissed when his hard cock hit the open air.

Jeno took your legs and placed them on either side of him, his cock now inches away from your pussy. Even though you felt like you couldn’t take any more, none of that mattered when you looked down at his throbbing red tip. Seeing how needy he was made you wet again; you needed more.

He moved closer to you before he teased your swollen clit with his tip, practically thrusting against you. You moaned at the new feeling, but it wasn’t enough. For either of you. “One more, beautiful?” He asked before he leaned down to kiss your lips.

You nodded and Jeno smirked. You two were in for a long night.

#Jeno x reader #Jeno smut #Lee Jeno #Kinktober #NCT #NCT Smut #NCT DREAM #NCT DREAM smut #jeno is too fine for his own good #what the fuck

[chrollohearttags]

now why can I not stop thinking about erwin being a masseuse or just giving his lady a nice back rub with baby oil, candles..the works right? (😫 nsfw under the cut)

and we all know this man has the gift of gab so he’s constantly praising/worshipping your body, telling you how gorgeous you look slicked down in that oil. Spending a bit more time than he would like to admit covering those thick thighs and ass. He’s taking his time, gently kneading his fingers into your flesh and nibbling on your ear with kitten licks as he tells you all the things you need to hear. “My love..you feel so soft.” “Relax for me, sweetheart. I’ll take all of that tension right out of your body.” Which he does so by finger fucking you slowly once he reaches your bottom half. Frame laid out on display for his viewing..and touching pleasure. Delectable brown skin glazed in that silky liquid, legs slightly parted and bent at the knee and those dark hued nipples standing erect. As you whimper and moan, attempting to muffle those high pitched sounds, he’d merely chuckle and encourage you to release them. Knowing that his knuckles were crammed inside of that tight cunt; pumping and pressing on your rather sensitive bundle of nerves.. Erwin was a pro. Skilled at all he set forth to do but tonight, he was extra attentive. Placing extra care to ensure that this was an experience his beloved would never forget. Soon, you’d find yourself clawing vigorously at his forearm as he worked to bring you to an abrupt orgasm. Profusely chewing your lip to remain quiet but he assured you they were nothing more than motivation. “Ahh yes, my love. Tell me how good that feels for you. I love when you make those sounds for me.” That pretty pussy squelching and clasping all over his digits. Slathering them in your sheath of cream when they disappeared to the hilt; using both to bring your climax nearer and only intensifying it by giving your swollen clit a massage of its own as well. He can hear you sucking your teeth, whimpering and even shaking as he holds your body in place. He can feel how close you are..hell, it was quite possible he knew your body better than his own sometimes but he could easily feel all of your pressure points; what made you crack and what would inevitably make you come.

when you yelled out his name one last time; practically howling to the ceiling..Erwin made rapid pumps, working and coaxing out as much as he muster and when you couldn’t hold back much longer, he’d merely place a gentle peck to your temple and utter the words: “..come. Let it got for me.” And suddenly, you cave. Fold even for this man who had never disappointed you in any aspect, especially in the bedroom. It’s only when you drench his nearly dry towel that was set aside to wipe away any excess..but mopping up your sweet mess would do just fine! “You were wonderful. I hope you enjoyed yourself, my dear.” Knowing you’ll doing this over again, las long as he were the one taking care of you.

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[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hi again! Oh yeah! I guess its request time then😂 (Also I love that gif😂) also right after I sent the first ask I had an idea for another Henry Sherlock x Peaky and I can't decide which to send so I'll send both separately and you can choose which one you like better! The original idea I had was for a Shelby sister Reader and the other is a Holmes sister Reader. But the first idea is this: 

What if another Shelby sister moves to London and ends up being Sherlock's neighbor but he ignores her at first (or pretends to) even when she becomes friends with Enola. Then one day a man looking for revenge against the Blinders breaks into her home and almost succeeds in kidnapping/killling her but suddenly Sherlock appears and saves her. Then right as he's helping patch her up like half of the Shelby Company Limited +Co show up because they got the call reader was threatened. And after that reader and Sherlock gee closer and like Ada and Enola are constantly working to set them up! And yeah that's the first idea I had if you were interested!❤️❤️

Hey Love,

This request is just - I'm not worthy. But I hope this makes you happy. I have three extra pieces that I'll try to post tonight. Thanks for sending this in, I'm having a lot of fun with it!

Warnings: Reader is assaulted, kissing, fluff,

EXTRAS: Little extra bits of the story that give more context. I figured they might make it too long but I'm still super attached to them.

Kissing - Additional Short about kissing

You looked around the sun bathed flat in amazement, a sound you could never recall rang in your ears. Silence. It was quiet and only the furniture was put in place. Aunt Pol and Ada insisted on staying with you for the first night, in your world that was a party so naturally, Esme was in toe with them when they showed up. You all listened to records and drank yourselves silly. Gin and dancing, laughing and gossiping, your heart was soaring high when you eventually fell asleep on a pile of cushions. 

However, in the morning, it was a different feeling entirely. You woke up first wondering how on earth you all could make a mess out of a practically unpacked apartment, but there it was. The anxiety from the booze started to hit you and laying still became impossible. Your stomach turned violently and your mind started to race with unwanted memories. Time to get busy, you groaned and got up for the day. 

You ran out to get some bread and eggs for breakfast. The street was brutally loud and you were grateful for the little shop as the door closed and the sound was muffled. Eggs and bread turned into a large and heavy paper bag full of all sorts of things. You managed it well enough till you got to the top of the front steps. You nestled the large paper bag in one arm and struggled to get your keys out of your coat pocket.  The door swung open suddenly and a very tall man glared down at you. The paper bag fell from your arm as the man's gaze held you. He was very tall and broad, looking down at you with a displeased face.

“So-” You stopped yourself and shook your head this was not your fault. You picked the bag up and tried to hold your head high while walking around the large man, something that would have been possible if his shoulders didn't take up the entire doorway. 

Your eyes rested on his collar bones that poked out of his nightshirt and you wondered how on earth someone could have shoulders so…. 

“221C?” His voice was deep and velvety and would have been very pleasing if he had sounded less grumpy. His crumpled hair and long sweeping robe made you wonder why he was going out at all. 

You turned your head to the side as you met his eyes again, a move you regretted instantly. 

“Normally people refer to me by my name.” You told him your name and reached out to shake his hand. He gave you a firm handshake and gave you another look over. 

“Last night was a terrible experience. My work requires a large amount of concentration and -” 

“Are you the new woman?” An overly cheery voice called out from behind the hulking man. He let out an exasperated sigh. A girl with long brown curly hair fought her way out of the doorway and bent down to grab a tin of coffee that had escaped in the fall. 

“Im Enola - Holmes! This is my brother” She looked between the two of you and registered her brother's deep glare “he’s hungover - completely ignore him.” She said with a beaming smile. She ushered you past him into the hallway and started chattering. Your head was pounding but you tried to follow along with what she was saying. 

“It sounded like a wild night, I don't think I’ve ever heard so much laughing.” She held onto your arm with the tin of coffee in the other hand and you felt weird being walked to your apartment by the girl. She must have been about 14 or so, something in her eagerness to speak with you made you feel she was lonely.

“You know I love parties, I know lots of jokes, and oh- do you run your own business. Your mail here has a company stamp with your last name. That’s really something, I’m excellent with numbers if you ever need accounting - not that you aren't good with numbers if you own your own business- ” 

“Enola” The man called from their door across the hall. 

“Sorry!” She gave you another big smile. 

“Do you want a cup of coffee or tea?” You don't know why you asked her, caffeine was the very last thing that girl needed. But her eyes were lonely and you remembered what it was like at that age. 

“No” 

“YES!” they answered at the same time. The man looked at you almost apologetically.

“She wouldn't be any trouble. My sisters are here with my aunt, ah tonight was sort of a one-off. Sorry about the noise and everything.” You fumbled and your face flushed. 

“No,” He said awkwardly. “ Not a problem I just - as long as it's not every night. I’m sure we can be just as loud.”  You gave him a nod and then opened the door to your apartment. 

“Behave Enola” He called out before stepping into his flat with his mail in hand. She made an exasperated face and rolled her eyes. 

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You laughed as you came into the kitchen to see all three of them sat at the table in various positions that showed their hungover-ness. 

“Everyone this is my neighbor Enola.” Esme didn't lift her head from the wooden table but a groan of acknowledgment rang out from a mess of dark curly hair. 

Polly looked the girl over and lit a cigarette, then her eyes looked to you with a question. 

“She bumped into me in the hallway. Enola this is my Aunt Pol and my sisters Esme and Ada.” 

She gave them a wave and whispered a soft hello. Aunt Pol looked at her for a long while then gave a kind smile. 

“So you live across the hall then?” 

“Yes with my brother Sherlock Holmes - he’s a detective and I’m technically in training but I am taking clients,” Enola said proudly. 

Sherlock Holmes, you thought to yourself for a moment brain foggy as ever. The detective from the papers? You didn't know what to think of the information as you put the kettle on the stove.

“A detective eh?” Pol gave her a nod. “Do me a favor and keep an eye on this one for me?” 

“Sure thing. She can count on us.- You mentioned it’s just you living here now?” 

You nodded as you started to unpack a box of mugs. 

“I live in the neighborhood, but we are all from Birmingham,” Ada answered with a small smile. 

“Birmingham! Holy - I haven't been before but I read this article once -” And off she went quietly rattling on and on. You got some eggs, ham, toast, and coffee on the table. Pol took Enola’s mug and filled it with milk before she could grab some coffee. 

“It’s a dreadful habit dear. Have some milk.” She said knowing full well that she didn't need anything to wake her up. 

The morning passed into the afternoon and eventually, Esme raised her head and ate up her breakfast. They made Enola laugh loudly and you felt she fit in with your girl gang well enough. 

“You have a boyfriend then? How old are ya? Should call Finn over if not.” 

“No” You and Pol answered at the same time. Finn was a good 3 years older than her and the last thing you wanted was her caught up in whatever he was working on these days. 

“He’s my litter brother but he’s a hell of a troublemaker and a good few years too old for you.” You gave Esme a look and she shrugged. 

“I do as it turns out. Well - Erm - don’t mention that to my brother if you don't mind?”  You gave her a big smile. 

“Secret is safe with me.” 

“As long as we get to meet him of course,” Ada added sensibly. 

Soon enough the day passed by and you were left with a messy apartment to clean and many boxes to unpack. You said your goodbyes and enjoyed watching Enola light up as the women hugged her goodbye, with promises of saying hello the next time they came over to stay. 

You closed the door and looked at the girl who jumped slightly.

“You probably want me to leave - sorry!” She looked flustered.

“Stay or go, I’m going to do some unpacking then start on dinner. You are welcome to stay if you like” 

Enola took that invitation as a welcome to come over whenever she pleased. You thought it would start to bother you, but coming from such a big and loud family you found it comforting. 

You watched her interactions with her brother closely the few times you happened to run into him. They would fight over all sorts of things and you weren't happy about it. It was one thing to argue with family but he was an adult and she, whether her family liked it or not, was still just a girl. 

“Love, what happened to your parents?” You asked on a spring evening when you were both absorbed in books. They had been shouting at each other all morning and the question was burning a hole in your mind. 

“Ah, do I annoy you?” She asked in a voice you rarely ever heard her use. 

“No, you and Sherlock argue often I just - It’s none of my business but I -.” 

“We argue a lot because we're both too smart.” She sighed like it was a heavy burden. “We see equally important things, but different things when we assess situations and whatnot. He hates it when I get involved in his cases, hates it even more when I’m right but deep down I know he doesn't mind all that much.” 

You thought about her words and she let out another deep sigh. 

“My mum felt it was her time to be on her own again, my father died ages ago. My other brother Mycroft - he’s a real twat. Tried to put me in finishing school - but you know about that from my first case.” 

You gave a nod remembering the story. “Your mum felt you were okay to be on your own?” You looked at the girl and shuddered. London was a big city, and she was incredibly smart but she was still obviously more of a girl than a woman. 

“Yep,” She said it firmly like she was trying to be proud but there was a sadness etched into her posture that you couldn't unsee. You thought of your own mother and something sank in your stomach. 

“Well, I think you are entirely too much fun to be left alone. The world is big and lonely. Better to stick together with those who are worthy.” You said watching her face light up slightly. “Aunt Pol was calling to see if I’d met your fella by the way.” Pol had not mentioned it in her phone calls, but you said it anyway to make her feel like she was a part of things. She beamed. 

“I’ll take you and Ada to see him.” 

“Excellent. Baking cookies tomorrow, if you want to help?” she gave you a big smile. 

“Despite my extensive knowledge of chemistry, I’m awful at baking.” 

“Eh, you just need to learn.” You shrugged. “One more chapter then we best be off to bed.” A lie that was told frequently in your house. You both read until the wee hours of the morning, multiple cups of peppermint tea made and drank. 

You jumped out of your chair when a hand lightly nudged your shoulder. Out of instinct, you threw the book at the man. Sherlock was there and Enola was happily asleep on the couch open book resting on her chest. 

“Sorry!” You whispered. Sherlock only picked up the book you were reading and then gave you a long look. A thick flush covered your face as you accepted the book back from him. He always made you feel embarrassed and with both of them having all that fancy pants knowledge you really wished he would have caught you reading something of substance. 

“Erm-I” You fumbled. “What time is it?”

“Round six,” He said, still staring at you intensely. 

“Ah, sorry I told her one more chapter - “ You looked at the stack of books “Two books ago - Sorry” 

“It’s alright. I should be the one to apologize. Thanks for spending time with her. If it’s too much-” 

“She’s not a problem.” You said with a finality that showed too much emotion. “I - things are complicated with your family - I only know because I also come from a complex family. But really she’s not a burden or someone that’s better left behind.” 

Sherlock gave you a strange look and you found it impossible to look away from his deep blue eyes. 

“Complicated is a good way of describing it.” He looked around your apartment and you felt extremely uncomfortable. “She’s going to be smarter than all of us soon enough though, I guarantee you she won't be forgotten.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll make it into the public’s eye sooner or later. I’m referring to your mother leaving her-” 

“I won’t,” He said firmly and with his full attention turned to you. “Our mother had her own business to attend to, but I assure you Enola is safe with me.” His eyes held you in place and you hated how he made you feel like he could see everything that you were thinking and feeling. 

“You shouldn't shout at her so much.” The words toppled from your mouth as you held his stare. This made the corner of his mouth stand up slightly. He looked like he was debating whether he wanted to start an argument with you or not. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He kept looking at you and you were surprised at his response. You knew deep down Enola’s situation reminded you of yourself a great deal. Mother gone, and many fights with Thomas, but you had Pol to back you up, and the rest of them looking out for you all the time. 

“Here - she can stay the night no point in moving her.” You got up and grabbed the thick blanket you left on the edge of the sofa for her. You expected him to already be out the door. He often abruptly ended conversations that is if he didn't ignore you completely. 

“Why are you in London?” His voice made you jump. 

“Wanted some space from the family.” 

“Your sister lives here and your Aunt calls frequently? Space from your family or from your brother?” 

“What do you know about my brother?” The hair on the back of your neck shot up. 

“He gives my bother a hard time in Parliament. Really his arch rival of sorts.” Sherlock said and you wondered if he had been drinking. 

“That pleases you?” You smiled at his unusual expression. 

“Very much so. Although I know you lot had to struggle to get to where you are now.” His voice was back to its usual neat grumpy tone. “I don’t think it's a lifestyle you engage in?” He looked around your colorful apartment again.

“No. It’s not.” You said hoping he believed you. Sure you had gotten into your fair share of grim situations but the company had been legal for a long while now. 

“Good.” He cocked his head towards you and his tone was light again. Something deep inside you wanted to do just about anything to keep his attention on you. With a small smile, he made his way out of your apparent closing the door softly. 

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Enola was gone to stay with her mother for the night. You knew that something inside you had run over the boundaries of a friend or neighbor when you lay in bed tossing and turning. You knew she was perfectly capable of protecting herself and it really wasn't your place, but something in your mind wouldn't rest. 

Ada had gone back home to stay with Pol for a while, no one was answering the phone today. Now that you thought about it that was probably the main reason you felt worried. You thought about walking across the hall to see if Sherlock wanted help with whatever he was working on. 

In the last case, Enola insisted on your help as all the clues were in Romani. This was probably a normal case that would be over your head but maybe he’d have you for tea anyway. You sighed and got out of bed grabbing your thick robe and wrapping it around yourself. 

Opening your bedroom door you looked across the small flat and could see that the front door was open. Your first instinct was to move back into the bedroom but dark eyes fell on you before you could move. 

“Just come with us quietly love, no fighting” two men made their way towards you. Your fingers wrapped around the poker for the fire and you made careful notes of their appearance before the fighting started. 

You thought about the bedroom window behind you but the drop would guarantee your death. The front door was the only option. You held the iron poker in your grip tightly then the most sensible idea floated into your mind. If fighting didn't go as planned you were sure that screaming your head off would alert someone in the building. 

The two men came towards you and you got the first one across the side of the face before jabbing him in the eye. The second man proved harder to smack no matter how determined you were. Eventually, he got the upper hand and a hard smack landed across your face. You took a deep inhale but his hand closed around your neck before you could scream. You tried to scratch and hit his face but your arms became too heavy before any substantial damage was done. 

Your vision went hazy just as the man let out a loud cry. His hand released you and you watched a hulking figure pull screams from his body. Blood was spilled before the beast made his way toward you. 

You tried to move away unsure of anything, still unable to see or hear properly. Big arms gathered you up and lifted you into the air. 

“Calm down.” His voice was rough and you wondered how your body could switch from so panicked to letting go entirely. 

He carried you across the hall and into his flat. It was the complete opposite color scheme but just as cluttered with books. He placed you down on the countertop in the bathroom. He switched the lights on and you let out a groan covering your eyes. 

You watched him look you over for damage while your voice was stuck somewhere deep inside you. His rough hands traced the bruise on your neck and you let out a soft hum. He didn't move his hand and you looked up into his piercing blue eyes. A different type of tension settled between the two of you one that caused your bones to ache. Without further thought and with no one but God to judge you, you leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his lips. 

A part of you expected him to recoil in disgust or offense, but he pulled away placing his thumb over your lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, and you struggled slightly. You wanted him so badly it hurt to breathe. 

“You’re in shock.” He whispered with a softness you didn't know he possessed. 

“So?” You mumbled against his thumb. 

“So, see how you feel in the morning then try again.” He smiled slightly and you noticed how much blood had splattered up his arms. He got you settled in his bed and gave you some tea. He made some phone calls and after a long while, he came back.

Without any questions or stress, he started reading the book that he must have grabbed from your night table. 

You thought you should tell him to stop but enjoyed the way his nose crinkled and how he started to argue about the character's motives. 

“Men don’t think that way - surely you must know this?” he said looking down at you curled up in his blankets. The sun was just starting to come up and you were wishing there was a way for you to keep stuck in this moment. 

“I have no idea how men think” You whispered up at him. Right then there was a commotion in the hallway. 

“Oh, NO.” Enola’s voice had called out and you both shot up. You winced in pain as you followed him out of the room.

“Who are you lot? You need to tell me where she is right now.” Enola commanded in a voice that would have made the average person crumple. 

Thomas, the man standing across from her was not the average person. His eyes flicked from her to you standing behind Sherlock. You caught the relief flooding his features and Arthur let out a deep breath from the living room.  

“There she is. Tough girl.” Arthur came towards you and you let him pull you into a big hug. 

Sherlock and Thomas stood still staring at each other in a way that made you worry. 

“This going to be a regular occurrence?” Sherlock asked in a cold tone. John had squared up his chest when you noticed Ada seemed deeply pleased about something as she looked at you from your bedroom doorway. 

“No,” Thomas said easily. “This is for you.” He pulled out a folded piece of paper. 

Sherlock accepted the paper and sighed when Enola grabbed onto his forearm angling it so she could read it better. 

“Moriarty!” She gasped. “Oh, Sherlock this makes perfect sense! The last case was in Romani, he must have known we had her help. We never ask anyone for help so -” 

“So we put a gigantic target on her back.” He looked down at her with an icy expression and you hated the way it hit her. 

“I take partial responsibility for that,” Thomas called out taking some of the blame off of the girl's shoulders. Not something you would have expected from him. “Moriarty has been pestering me for a meeting for a long while now. I assume this was his way of grabbing our attention.”

“Can she stay with you?” Ada asked in a sweet voice. 

“Of course.” Sherlock and Enola both said at the same time in very different tones. 

“She should come home, Tom,” Arthur said tightening his arm around your shoulders. 

“She would be more help on the case here,” Enola said in a quiet voice. 

“She won't be any safer back home. Plus she’s the only one Alfie enjoys working with. Lord knows we will need his help.” Ada added. 

“If it's not any trouble” You looked at Sherlock. “I’d rather stay here and help.” You added moving your gaze to Tommy. 

“Fuck.” he sighed. “You stay here, deal with Alfie.” 

You smiled at the thought of how much it bothered your brother that Alfie would always keep his word if you asked him to. 

“If that’s settled I should be off.” Thomas gave you a quick hug then Arthur and John followed him out with glances of warning to Sherlock. 

“Alright, two of you go do your thing - with less shouting than usual. We will start on the mess in here.” You looked at Ada and she nodded. 

“No, It’s technically a crime scene or whatever?” Ada looked at Enloa. 

“Yes, she's right you should just move over to our side and leave everything as is.” Enola gave a serious nod and you couldn't help but think they were up to something. 

“We will have to review the last case to see how it relates to this. You need to rest.” Sherlock put his arm around out and gilded you towards his apartment. 

“Don't.” He said before you could start arguing. “Please just rest a bit for me.” 

“Did you just say please?” You said caught off guard by his choice of words. 

“Go to sleep.” He turned on his heel and left you to curl up in his bed. You got up for a while before falling asleep again on the couch listening to him and Enola go back and forth with different theories.

You felt him carry you back to bed and felt a moment of guilt realizing you shouldn't have made him carry you. He placed you back on the bed and you mumbled thanks. There was a moment of complete silence before you felt the bed dip under his weight. 

“My brother has guards covering the building, I don't think there’s any more evidence in my flat if you want me to -” You said realizing there really wasn't a reason for you to stay in his space. 

“I want you to stay.” He murmured into your hair and you felt his arm wrap around you. A heavy peaceful weight crept over you and you were very grateful to give him what he wanted.  

“Then I’ll stay.” You whispered and he pulled you tight against his chest. You thought about that kiss, but you felt his breath even out. With sleep washing over you, you made a note to revisit that kiss in the morning.

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I feel really nervous about this one so let me know what you think <3

#Sherlock Holmes #Peaky blinders #Peaky blinders sister #Enola holmes #Sherlock Holmes fic #Sherlock holmes request #Peaky Blinders one shot #Peaky blinders request #Peaky blinders imagine #Sherlock Holmes x reader

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Can you do a stucky x little! Reader, where little reader has a lot of nightmares but doesn’t tell them and ends up falling asleep during breakfast and there really concerned

Ty

Little terrors

Stucky x little reader

Pronouns: they/them (gender neutral so anyone can read)

Warnings: age regression, names like dada baby, dovey etc., items like paci, stuffy, sippy, items for littlespace

Word count: 1,356

This is zephyr, the stuffy mentioned ⬇️

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Late nights, so many really late frustrated lonely nights, its not like you couldn't go to anyone, infact several times bucky or steve have come out of one of their rooms just down the hall from yours and just sit with you and talk until you inevitably fell asleep.

From there they'd either make you comfy where you are or would carry you to your room so youd be more comfortable.

Something you hadn't mentioned to them at any point in your relationship with them was your nightmares, and night terrors, you didn't want to burden anyone more than you felt your presence already had.

If they had known they would have reassured you that your anxiety pise no truth in their hearts whatsoever

They had speculated your little space for a long time but never brought it up because they didn't want to break your trust, they also often would second-guess if their speculations were accurate because youre more closed off, you dont rely on anyone or go to anyone when you need.

It'd been a really long couple weeks and you have the next few days relaxing, as little stress as possible but when night time came around panic always rose in your chest, your heart slamming against your ribs and lungs feeling tighter.

Almost every night this happend and usyally you could power through it or inevitably fall asleep, your mind just doesn't like to let up, it refuses to give you a moment of relief.

Tonight to distract from the anxiety of whats to come while asleep you had decided to make your favorite treat from when you were little, something that would for sure put you little and to sleep.

Trying your best to stay as quiet as possible but even still, quiet little pangs and clinks from pans and the mixing bowl played through the room as you hummed to the music playing through your headphones.

Putting your treat in the oven carefully and setting your time you could feel yourself slipping, surely its late enough, no one would be awake so it would be fine to bring out your stuffy, the one steve had bought you for your birthday last year.

Zephyr helped calm you down, his soft white fur felt soothing when youd rub it across your cheek, he was wonderful company. Now cuddled with your stuffy on the couch the only light illuminating the room was from your phone, turning on a video of people opening up blind ball toys.

Just about 20 minutes later and youd just about slipped into your littlespace completely.

Your timer goes off and you get up to take it out of the oven, being very careful and using the thicker oven mitts instead of the normal, the oven door had slammed shut but with your headphones on you couldn't hear it.

Turning off the oven and walking to get zephyr from the couch you notice bucky emerging from the hall into the lounge room prompting you to take off your headphones, "are you okay? Why are you up?"

"M' okay, cant sleep" you mumble out doing to best to hide the slur in your words from feeling smol.

"Cmere dove, lemme help" he walks closer pulling you against his chest with your pretty dragon between you both, rubbing your back he could feel the apprehension in you but left it be in assumption that youre just extra sleepy.

Pullung you over to the couch he sat down with you next to him cuddled into his side, one hand holding tight on the tail of your stuffed friend and you other clutching buckys sleep shirt for dear life, his hand running up and down your shoulder he talked about what he and steve did when they couldn't sleep back before the war.

He had no idea just how comforting this was, he had no idea that this was helping you not only fall asleep but also slip even deeper into your headspace.

Once you were out, slumped over into his side he carried you off to your room making sure you were comfortable and heading back to his room to sleep a little while longer.

Four-thirty rolls around quickly, both steve and bucky getting dressed and ready, steve drinking his dark brew coffee and bucky with his plum and lemon hibiscus tea. Sitting at the bar style counter with small banter between them about sets and workouts planned for today and whatever else after, when they hear you rustling in bed calling out in your sleep and than a thud causing them to both rush to your room to find you curled up in an ball on the floor wrapped in your blanket.

Silent tears stream down your cheeks as you bit your tongue to stay quiet, still having not noticed the two men standing in your doorway, worry written all over their faces, steve steps forward first, crouching down to where youve fallen, "what happend dovey, can bucky and i help?"

Looking up at him your little headspace making you slightly delirious and without any bit of filter you reach out for him mumbing "dada" giving him grabby hands.

This set in stone their speculations and they were so ready to take whatever roll you needed.

"Oh my, yes dovey, dadas gonna pick you up now, gotta get you off the cold floor"

Lifting you up you rest your head on his sholder, thumb slipping into your mouth, no matter the panic or anxiety of earlier right now youre the most comfortable youve ever been.

With a bounce in his step he walks over to bucky a smile on his face as you coo to yourself, bucky reaches over pulling your thumb from your mouth "ah-ah love thats icky, dont suck on your thumb, do you have a paci you can use instead? "

Reaching a hand towards your dresser he checks the top right drawer where you had pointed to, pulling out a purple paci and giving it to you.

"Much better"

"how bout you come with us to the gym upstairs, that way you dont get hurt and we can finish our routine?"

Nodding they take you and a blanket with them, zephyr making an appearance when steve sets you down and hands you his phone with cartoons playing.

"If you need anything at all you call for us and we'll be right here okay?"

You nod and they go to the machinery and go through their sets like normal, looking over at you seated on the mat watching shows.

After a bit you switch to laying down while watching your cartoons using zephyr as a pillow.

Slowly but surely your eyes fall shut and you fall asleep, but not for long when the reason you had fallen out of bed occurs again, writhing in your spot your breathing picks up and you just cant get the nightmare to stop, bucky notices and leaves his station and comes over to soothe you.

"Hey, steve we should probably wrap up, another nightmare"

Steve following bucky, carrying the blanket while bucky carries you.

Once back to the room bucky walks around with you settled slightly but still panicked, while Steve gets cleaned up and switching off to do the same.

Bucky goes back into your room to find one of your cups in the littlespace drawer and fills it with apple juice, huddling up in steves bed with you resting between them handing you the drink and letting you take your time calming down.

With your safe people on either side of you, you fell asleep once more, this time warm and cozy and the most supported youve ever felt.

You slept and they followed for a little while, only to be woken up by a boucy giggly happy little, theyll definitely talk about roles with you when youre big but for now its only right the tickle monster pays the happy baby a visit.

Relishing in your delighted squeals and giggles they didn't think they could fall more in love with you but this definitely proved them wrong.

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This one was set in queue scheduled for 9:25 pm , im genuinely curious though... does anyone else rub fabric against their lips/face?

This one is probably going to get a part two if yall like it

Edit was made because when i posted it it doubled up the text for some reason so i fixed it

#bucky fluff #bucky imagine #bucky x gn!reader #bucky x reader #daddy bucky #daddy bucky x little reader #daddy! steve rogers #daddy! steve x little! reader #daddy stucky #stucky x reader #stucky x reader fic #stucky reader insert #stucky x reader fluff #stucky

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Can you do more Max stuff with a gn reader please?

I will gladly do so. I have a few Max requests and will get back to writing as soon as possible. Have this small piece of mind until then. Hope you enjoy it <3

Meteor

pairing : max mayfield x reader

warnings : just fluff <3

summary : max and y/n watch the night sky together after an exhausting day.

first person pov

This day definitely didn’t go as planned. Today was supposed to be awesome. And not just a little awesome. But like the event of the year type of awesome. To be precise, Max and I planned on watching a meteor shower tonight. Dustin told us about it like a month ago and we have anticipated that day since then. I’ve never seen anything like that before, so obviously I am super excited. And to watch it with my girlfriend is the cherry on top.

So, as naive as I am, I thought nothing could ruin today. But then, just my luck, everything that could have gone wrong, just went straight downhill. The day began with sour milk. Which I, by the way, ate a whole bowl of cereal in, just to notice that’s its sour on my last spoon. It continued in school with getting a D in biology, my lunch spilling on my pants, my bike breaking on the way home (which made me walk 40 minutes!!) and me stumbling over an empty can just 20 meters in front of my front door. And now I feel like I’ve ran a marathon and all my limbs just scream “SLEEP”.

The second I enter my room I dial up Max, telling her about my awful day.

“I don’t feel like going out anymore.”, I say exhausted, plopping onto my bed like all my life energy got sucked out.

“Oh come on y/n. We waited so long for this! I understand that you’re exhausted but you’re gonna regret it if we don’t go.”, Max replies in a disappointed tone.

“It’s not just me being exhausted. I’m just super unlucky today. It’s- Wait. Oh god.”, I breathe out. It’s what I think it is. Isn’t it? Oh god I think it is. I run over to the calendar, noticing that I didn’t check today’s date.

“What is it y/n? Hello?”, Max asks from the other end of the line.

“It’s Friday the 13th. My unluckiest day of all.”, I whisper quietly into the phone, trying to underline the seriousness of this.

“Well, duh Dummy. Dustin said the meteor shower takes place on the 13th July. That’s nothing new.”, Max states unaffected.

“Yeah but it is also Friday. Which makes it- you know what, whatever. I didn’t connect the pieces. But this is bad. That’s why I’m so unlucky.”, I just reply dramatically, falling back onto my bed.

“Okay baby, you know I don’t like to do this, but I know just how superstitious you can be. I mean you still carry that little piece of garlic around wherever you go-“, Max starts arguing.

“Okay but why where there vampire hunters around back in the days? There are literal kits of vampire hunting stuff, that is proof! No one knows whether-“, I argue back.

“Yeah and back in the day, women who were smart and had red hair got burned at stake.”, Max interrupts me.

I stay quiet after that, knowing that I can’t argue against that. And whatever I say would come off just wrong.

“Whatever. The point is, you come with me tonight or else I won’t grant you a single kiss until this month is over.”, Max demands, sounding surprisingly serious.

“Wow that is awful. You know, if I come with you, considering my luck; we won’t see a single meteor tonight.”, I answer confidently, testing if Max is serious.

“I’ll risk it. See you at the hill at 9, bye bye.”, is the last thing she says before she hangs up.

This girl.

After napping for what felt like an entire year, I pack my things and my skateboard, leaving the house at 7pm. It usually takes me around 30 minutes to get to the hill with my board, but I got to be extra careful today. That’s at least what I thought. Somehow I still manage to fall five times, getting to the hill at around 8:30pm.

I spread out a blanket and lay on it, watching the sky above me. It is quite peaceful to lay here, especially after that stupid day. Even after that great nap, I still feel tired though. I must have drifted away, since I didn’t notice Max laying next to me.

“Hey love, glad you came.”, Max says to me smiling, putting her hand on my cheek as she turns my face towards hers.

“I had no other choice really, had I?”, I answer back, obviously teasing her a little.

“Hm, not really I suppose.”, she replied sweetly, pressing a little kiss on top of my nose.

Max gets up from besides me and starts searching for something inside her backpack. It takes her a while to find what she is looking for, so I close my eyes again and listen to the wind blowing through the grass. There is nothing like spending time with Max. I could lay in the middle of a dump with her and it would still be the best thing ever. She always manages to make me feel comfortable wherever we go. It almost feels like home is.. wherever she is.

“Open your eyes, I have something for you.”, Max whispered softly.

I open my eyes to see her sit in front of me, smiling from ear to ear. As I lift my body up, I see her holding a bracelet in her right hand. And it looks beautiful.

“Wow Max, is this for me?”, I ask as she hands it over to me.

“I made it myself. It protects you from any bad luck. Especially on Friday the 13th’s. It’s not the best but.. it has all your favorite colors in it.”, Max replies happily.

“What are you saying? It’s beautiful Max!”, I say as I put it over my hand.

The pearls reflect the moonlight, creating a beautiful sparkle. It fits perfectly, somehow it has just the right size. Like Max measured the scope of my arm. As I keep viewing it, I see one pearl has the letter “M” on it.

“What stands the M for?”, I ask, knowing the answer already.

“For Max. Obviously. So you never forget who made it for you.”, she replies proudly, taking my hand into hers.

In that very moment all my worries wash away and my day suddenly seems not so bad. Max once again manages to make everything ten times better. I kiss the back of her hand and giggle, surprised that Max supports my irrational fears.

“I love you Max. Thank you so much, I’ll never take it off.”, I smile.

“I love you too y/n. And your little.. habits. Even the garlic thingy is… kind of cute. I guess.”

We just lay there after that, admiring the night sky. When Max sees her first meteor, she excitedly points at the place where she saw it, hoping that I could see it too. I think deep down she knows that there is no way I could have seen it, but her excitement is just too cute.

“Do you see that? How beautiful! My first meteor.”, she exclaims excitedly, shaking my arm.

“Yes, I saw it. How exciting.”, I smile softly, just happy to see Max as happy as she is.

She latches onto my arm and watches the stars excitedly. Her eyes sparkle even brighter than my bracelet, her cheeks must hurt from smiling as much as she does. It’s the most beautiful view. Not even the meteor shower can compete.

“I’m so lucky to see this. With you. Together. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here right now.”, Max says quietly, cuddling into my side. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Forever.”, I reply softly.

“Yes Dummy. Forever.”

#stranger things reader insert #stranger things x reader #max mayfield imagine #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x you #maxine mayfield

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The Way He Looks at You Series I:IX

Act I: The Way He Looks at You Chapter 9: The Way He Comforts You

Read on AO3 Read on Blogger Read on Tumblr Story Master List: The Way He Looks at You Series

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Chapter Summary

The end of your first night with Cal doesn't go as expected. Rating: 18+ Words: 2.6K

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Cal finally pulls himself from your body and you collapse exhausted on the bed. A pillow flies from its location at the headboard into Cal’s hand and he places it to the side of your body. He helps move you so that you are laying on your back; the pillow resting under your lower back.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He says, spreading your legs wider.

You comply, too tired to do anything but allow him to move you as he sees fit. “Cal, what if I end up pregnant? And it’s not…” You don’t finish the sentence.

Cal gives you a sympathetic look. You understand what he isn’t saying and you feel sick at the prospect. “Did you determine if it’s a possibility?” He asks in an even tone.

You shake your head, “I don’t know, it’s been maybe a week since my last cycle, so it’s possible, but I’m not sure.” Tears prick your eyes.

“You’ve taken a risk. Considering my role in the galaxy, I won’t be able to spare your pain if a child, the wrong child, grows in you.” He says, his eyes hard.

You nod and a couple tears fall from your eyes, you reach to wipe them away.

“However, I will do everything in my power to lower the odds of the worst-case scenario.” He says looking down at your stomach.

Cal appears to be lost in thought for a moment. You don’t know for sure but it seems likely he is playing out potential futures in his mind. “So if I leave, you’ll monitor me until you know for sure.”

Cal’s eyes meet yours again, “Yes, there are three potential outcomes, all of which require my presence until we know. You may still leave, but you won’t be free of me.”

You are quiet for a moment, completely horrified. Quickly you have to sit up as tears stream down your face. You aren’t even really sure what you are crying about. The fear of having a child, losing the promise of potential freedom, the knowledge that you may have to watch a baby, your baby, die. This isn’t how you wanted things to go tonight. You wanted to act on desire, not have such heavy weights placed on your shoulders.

Cal moves out from between your legs, allowing you a moment to be with your emotions. He moves to sit next to you and wraps a muscular arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. His other hand reaches out behind both of you and he is suddenly holding an extra blanket. He wraps it around your naked bodies. You lean your head against Cal and allow the tears to fall, every painful thought floods your mind.

In your childhood home a decade prior, your father is pulling the grate off the vent, stuffing you inside and pleading for you to stay quiet. You are crying and hitting him, trying to stop him from saving you, you don’t want to be left alone. Your mother is clinging to your brother in the center of the room, hugging him tight against her chest. Whispering something against the top of his head as she repeatedly presses kisses to his hair. There is the sound of pounding on the front door and yelling outside.

You keep fighting back, preventing your father from placing the grate back on to conceal you. Through tears you beg your father to allow you to all flee the home together, he just keeps shaking his head and telling you to be brave and stay quiet. He tells you to wait until dawn the next morning to leave your hiding place. You cry and beg but finally allow the grate to be placed to hide you.

The front door explodes open, falling off its hinges and your father races away from you, charging forwards to protect your mother and brother. He throws himself in front of the two smaller people on the floor trying to argue with the Grand Inquisitor but his words fall on deaf ears. You shove your fist into your mouth to muffle the sounds of horror trying to escape your lips.

In a flash of red your father’s head is rolling across the floor of the small room, his body falling to the ground. You hear screaming; you think it is your mother and brother, but it may also be you. The Grand Inquisitor kicks your father’s body to the side and reaches to pull your younger brother from your mother’s arms. She screams and fights back. Your brother looks like a doll being fought over. He has completely shut down, already knowing his fate.

The Grand Inquisitor finally pulls him away from your mother. There is so much screaming. You aren’t sure how it happened but your brother is lying lifeless on the floor next to your father. Your bladder gives out. You hear a wicked laugh that is cut short as your mother fights back. She stops moving suddenly with a lightsaber sticking out of her back. She is looking at you, and you hold your breath, trying to keep quiet as you watch the life drain out of her eyes.

Everything is silent. The only sound is your heartbeat in your ears. You aren’t breathing.

The Grand Inquisitor leaves after looking over his work. The storm troopers comb through the rest of the house, taking what they want but not finding you. You breathe in a slow and shallow manner as they work, not wanting to be the next victim. An hour passes before you allow yourself to breathe normally, but you quickly lose control of the breath as you sob. The violence of the cries causes you to vomit all over yourself.

You stayed in the vent, covered in your filth, sobbing, and staring at the bodies of your family for hours. When dawn arrived you finally left your hiding spot, honoring your father’s last wishes. You run to your family and lie with them, crying, but tears stopped falling long ago. Allowing yourself about an hour of mourning before turning to go to your shared room. You trash your clothes, clean yourself and change. You pack a bag full of everything you think you might need and head out into the world, completely alone for the first time in your life.

Cal is making soft noises, trying to calm you down. He is squeezing you tight against him, shushing quietly and murmuring reassuring words against your hair. You continue to cry, your body shakes every time you inhale.

You remember spending many nights sleeping alone in alleys, starving on the streets. Surviving in the freezing temperatures and icy rain, dehydrated and barely able to keep consciousness. Then you remember a kind person who took you in, provided you food and shelter. You ended up telling them what happened to your family, and they informed you of the Rebellion. Taking you with them to meet others who found themselves displaced by the cruelness of the Empire. You learned to pilot after a few years of earning your keep. Over the next five years, you became the capable woman that captured Theo’s heart.

Then your thoughts shift to Theo, and the pain of losing the relationship that had meant everything to you. Losing the almost family you had built, and maybe you were still building without his knowledge. You realize you will have to watch as another of your flesh and blood will lose their life in front of you, by a horrible red lightsaber. More sobs rack your body.

“Kill me, I don’t want to live anymore. I can’t watch it happen again. I’d rather die too, before knowing.” You say between great heaves.

Cal doesn’t respond, instead continuing to soothe you by rocking you gently. You collapse further against him, completely unable to hold your own body weight. Unable to do anything but cry and cry until there is nothing left. You are so completely exhausted by everything that has happened that you end up falling asleep in Cal’s arms.

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You wake hours later tucked comfortably into the spacious bed. Unable to see past your blurry vision, you rub the sleep from your overly dry eyes. The sun is high in the sky, showing you slept right through the agreed upon deadline. You wonder briefly if that means that you no longer have the option to choose.

Stretching you find you are wearing a black slightly oversized shirt, it smells clean and you hope you didn’t leak bodily fluids all over the bottom hem. You reach down to feel and find that you are relatively clean down there, Cal must have cleaned you up before dressing you for bed. Sitting up you see three large glasses of water and a note on the bedside table. You pick up the note first.

I will be back later this afternoon. PLEASE do not leave these quarters. We will discuss things upon my return. Help yourself to anything that you need in my absence.

I don’t want to see a drop of water left in the glasses; you need to rehydrate.

-13th Br Cal

You smile at the note, specifically the sign off. Too thirsty to ignore the water and you grab one glass, chugging the contents. You reach for the next and can only drink half of it before setting it down. You realize you need a bathroom and likely a shower so you get up and head for the nearest door, happy to find a luxurious en suite.

Your family wasn’t poor, but you had nothing this nice. The bathroom is large, and the shower is open to the rest of the room, however potted plants provide a border around the designated showering space. Large green leaves and beautiful flowers decorate the area, feeling like a paradise tucked in the icy heart of the Empire. The plants appear to come from many parts of the galaxy and you wonder exactly where Cal collected them.

You see your dress folded and resting on the counter next to the sink, some spare toiletries are lying nearby, obviously awaiting your use. There is another note laying on top of your dress.

The dress is optional. My closet is open to you if you want to cover up more. Naked is okay too.

You snort at the last part and decide to head towards the doors at the back of the bathroom to look for the closet. The first door opens to a toilet, which you pause your exploration to use. You notice traces of blood and you aren’t sure what it means, but you hope it is just from the rough portion of last night.

You exit the small room and head towards the second door, opening into a large walk-in closet. There is a significant lack of color in the hung clothing but you search through the endless black garments. You find one of his black tank tops and take it to change into. You take some black lounge pants but they are too big; figuring you can roll the waist and legs to better fit you.

Heading back into the bathroom you place the new clothes on the counter and turn on the shower. Hot steam fills the room and you comb your hair and brush your teeth. You remove the sleep shirt and take the spare soap before heading into the lovely water.

It’s been so long since you’ve enjoyed hot running water, you mostly stand there, relaxing your body. Finally, you clean yourself with the soap but linger in the warmth before shutting the water off and wrapping yourself in a couple nearby towels.

You comb your hair again and dress, the tank top fits well enough and you have to roll both ends of the sweats multiple times to get them to fit. Finally, you feel comfortable and clean. You head back into the bedroom and make the bed, then chug the rest of the second glass of water. Picking up the third and taking it with you towards the front of Cal’s quarters.

There was a kitchen that you had spotted when you entered and you head towards it to find some food. You find something substantial and sit down to eat. You can only focus on eating since it has been almost a full day since your last meal. Once the meal is complete, you chug the remaining glass of water and then look around.

You aren’t entirely sure what to do now that you have covered your basic needs. So you decide to snoop, unable to fully give up your old Rebel ways. How often does anyone really get to peer behind the curtain of the Inquisitors?

There were a couple doors in the hallways leading to Cal’s bedroom so you start with the door on the right. It is an office, a desk with various pieces of tech probably containing secrets and plans of the Empire. Resisting with all your might to look through them. There is probably tons of information that could help the Rebellion. However, Cal can read your mind, and he would never let you leave if you knew the information contained within.

So you walk away from the desk, instead heading towards the shelves lining the walls. Memorabilia covers them, likely from his travels through the galaxy. You didn’t take Cal as a sentimental man, but he likes to collect items for his home. He didn’t stop at collecting plants. There are small artifacts: stone carvings, pieces of pottery, and other trinkets.

Most of it means very little to you, but you find yourself drawn to another table, a workstation. Lots of pieces of scrap metal and tools lay about. There is a deactivated small red and white droid sitting beneath the table. You can’t imagine why he would have a droid here, maybe he was using it for parts.

After a bit more admiration of the keepsakes, you leave the room, closing the door behind you. You head towards the other door and find the room empty, just a bedroom, but no bed or any other furniture. Searching the room to be sure it isn’t a cover up for something else. The room is very much just an empty room.

You head back towards the living room and sit on the couch. No longer having a task, you finally allow yourself to think. It seems you still have a choice to make about leaving, but you aren’t sure what would be best. If you leave, those in the Rebellion will be in danger, however staying would mean joining the Empire. Being okay with the atrocities they commit. An act of sacrifice to save others who can continue to fight against the Empire.

The sound of a lock opening startles you, but you relax when Cal walks through the front door, dressed entirely in his Inquisitor uniform. The uniform causes a minor panic but you try to remind yourself that he won’t hurt you, at least, not now.

A smile breaks his stern expression when he sees you seated on the couch wearing his clothes. “You’re up, did you drink the water?”

You glance towards the empty glass on the kitchen counter, he follows your gaze and nods. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, just drained after everything yesterday.” You say, giving a small smile.

Cal removes his boots and the outer layer of armor of his uniform, then walks to sit beside you. “We have much to discuss, if you are ready.”

You take a deep breath, “I’m ready.”

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stay with me | twisted wonderland (leona kingscholar x gn!reader)

notes: a not-so new leona fic i posted awhile back on ao3, now available on tumblr!

details & content warnings: gn!reader + they/them pronouns, reader is written as an adult + as yuu/the prefect, vargas’ training camp + leona’s outdoor wear spoilers, fluff, no beta read we overblot like men

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Leona knew he was done for the moment Vargas had ambushed him earlier that day. Truly, it was impressive that the coach was able to sneak up on a beastman so stealthily, especially a one as keen as Leona Kingscholar.

After Vargas had revealed himself from his disguise, Leona couldn’t help but nearly hiss; he already had to go on this infuriating “training camp” and waste his precious napping hours, but now he had to deal with the egotistical coach’s punishment for trying to slack off. Worst of all, he had to be stuck with the most troublesome of the Chaos Quartet (a nickname given to a very specific group of first-years who infamously broke an expensive chandelier earlier that semester).

“Man, Vargas is really running us through the wringer,” Ace sighed, sliding down the cabin wall before picking up a water bottle. “I mean, is he even human? How the heck does he keep an eye on every student to see who’s slacking?”

Savannaclaw’s housewarden remained quiet, his annoyance bubbling under the surface of his skin. He knew Vargas was good at his job, as both a teacher and an athletic musclehead (this included being good at magic), but it always irked him that the older man was able to sneak up on Leona like that.

Stupid Vargas, stupid training camp, stupid punishments. The words looped nonstop in Leona’s mind as he too grabbed a water bottle and took a sip.

Suddenly, he felt a heavy hand land on his shoulder, and Leona nearly squeezed all of the water out of his bottle at the contact. Vargas’ loud voice boomed in his ear; Ace jumped in his seat and choked.

“I can assure you I am fully human!” he laughed loudly. “In fact, I have the ghosts to thank for helping me supervise you rowdy bunch.”

As if on cue, one of the ghostly assistants appeared out of thin air, giving a wide grin, before disappearing again. Leona scowled and shook Vargas off subtly. Ace groaned. Vargas placed his hands on his hips, staring down his two students.

“I’ve had my eyes on you specifically, Kingscholar,” he stated. “But Trappola? I expected much better from you.”

“Wh~at?” Ace sang, an angelic grin painted on his face. “C’mon, coach, I just needed a few seconds to catch my breath!”

As the Heartslabyul student babbled on with the coach replying in a way that grated his ears, Leona forced himself to tune out their voices. He went further into the cabin, in a corner away from its other two occupants. Leona looked out the window and watched as the sun’s rays disappeared slowly, day turning into yet another night. Barely did he register Vargas’ voice, which was now directed at the prince as well.

“I will give you a break for tonight, but tomorrow, your punishment continues until we leave for the school. If you two even think about leaving the cabin, I can guarantee some extra lessons will be in store for you.”

Leona rolled his eyes and got himself comfortable; no way was he going to pass up this opportunity to take a nap. Leona could hear the wooden floorboards creak as Ace shuffled about, but the freshman was careful to be as quiet as possible, and was respectful enough to know when a nap was due. After all, with Vargas’ torturous all-day workout as a punishment, both slackers could use as much rest as possible.

The Spelldrive club captain didn’t know how long he had been sleeping, but when he opened his eyes again, the first thing that caught Leona’s attention was the moonlight shining down through the window, followed by the cool night air blowing in through the open window. From somewhere else in the cottage, Ace’s steady breathing could be heard. The ghosts were not in sight, and the beastman couldn’t sense Vargas’ presence either. Leona sat up straight and began stretching, his joints making cracking sounds after being motionless in an uncomfortable position. Sevens, did Leona miss his bed.

The prince was about to find himself a more comfortable position to sleep in when a noise outside caught his attention. At first, Leona brushed it off as some nocturnal animal making a racket, but a specific scent — one that he subconsciously had memorized — drifted in the air and through the opened window. Leona’s ears perked up, his tail flickering behind him. He glanced at his surroundings and, after concluding that the undead chaperones were completely absent, the house warden made his way outside with a flashlight that was left on the cabin’s table.

Leona followed the scent trail, his keen eyesight — and the flashlight — helping him avoid any debris and stone blocking his path. In the distance, he could hear the yelling of his classmates; Leona really didn’t want to find out what was going on. Not long after, the prince finally reached his destination, his eyebrow raising at the sight that laid before him.

Tied up in front of him, resting against the trunk of a tree, was none other than the Ramshackle prefect and their cat-like roommate. Leona couldn’t see their faces very well, but he could smell their magic-less aura (along with the heavy smell of canned tuna from Grim; when was the last time that imp bathed?). Leona stalked towards the duo carefully. Once he was close enough, the beastman could hear steady breathing coming from the two first-years who, Leona concluded, were passed out.

Usually, Leona would have let them be; he knows the importance of a good nap (okay, that’s not actually why), but right now they were in a strange wilderness with unpredictable elements. No way a magic-less human, especially one that was tied up and unconscious, could defend themselves.

What concerned Leona the most though was how they were in this situation. Surely Vargas was supposed to look after them; his main cottage was quite a distance away from the second secluded cabin in which both Leona and Ace were thrown into.

Leona frowned and gently reached out a hand, his fingers lightly brushing away some stray hairs on Yuu’s forehead. The prefect stirred and shifted before opening their eyes. Now faced with the darkness, being tied up, and the disorientation of it all, Yuu began thrashing about, effectively waking Grim up in the process.

“Oi, herbivore. Calm down, ‘t’s just me,” Leona gave a warning growl, though it didn’t really hold any malice; he just wanted to get Yuu’s attention on him. He flashed the torch near Yuu’s face.

“Leona? What, what’s going on? How did I get here? Last thing I remembered, I was at the campsite. I went to get some blankets and-“

“I bet we got attacked by that shadow monster!” Grim interrupted, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Yuu continued to ramble as Grim wailed, and Leona could only look at them judgmentally.

Hah? The hell is this shadow monster? Crowley’s insane but I really doubt he’d let a bunch of students loose in a forest with a monster.

“By the way,” Yuu’s voice broke through Leona’s thoughts. “How are you here? I mean, we were told earlier today that you went missing? Ruggie said you’d find your way back once you got hungry, but we didn’t see you at the camp. What happened?”

“Oh, that.” Leona scowled. “That damn Vargas caught me…”

“I’m sorry?” Yuu asked genuinely, not hearing the last part. Leona clicked his tongue.

“That damn Vargas caught me ‘n Trappola for slackin’ off. Jumped us in the middle of the woods. Ace got caught on day one, and then I got caught earlier today.”

There was a brief silence, before Yuu and Grim erupted into fits of laughter. Leona’s tail flicked, annoyed, as his ears pressed back against his hair as the Ramshackle duo’s giggles grew louder. The beastman was too tired to deal with this.

“Haha, laugh it up. Just remember that I’m the only one here right now who can break you outta those ropes,” he grinned. Yuu and Grim’s wheezing came to a halt, replaced by cries of protest.

“Leona-sama, I’m sorry! Please untie me! It’s getting cold. Leona-sama, you wouldn’t be so cruel, right?” Yuu gave their best puppy dog eyes, tilting their head slightly in an attempt to look cute.

And it worked, much to Leona’s chagrin. Recently, he found it hard to deny the prefect whatever they wanted, not like they asked for much in the first place. Occasionally when Yuu would tag along with him and Ruggie, they would ask for the free food here and there, but the prefect never took advantage of Leona’s generosity.

Leona held Yuu’s stare for a bit before sighing. He leaned down, his body closing in on Yuu’s. The beastman couldn’t help but smirk slightly as he felt the prefect’s heartbeat quicken.

“Hold still,” he murmured. “I can’t see if you keep squirming.” Yuu squeezed their eyes shut as they felt Leona’s hands brushing against their body, working on the rope. “There ya go.”

Yuu didn’t need to open their eyes in order to sense Leona’s presence right in front of them. Somehow, they had become more acutely aware of the prince even if they couldn’t see him. Or maybe it was thanks to the unique scent he emitted, one of grass and the flowers that grew in the botanical gardens, where he liked to sleep often.

“Woohoo! We’re finally free!” Grim shouted, breaking Yuu from their reverie. “And, uh, now what?”

“Beats me.” Leona stood up. “You guys got yourself into this mess, so you get out of it. I already helped plenty.”

“Eh? C’mon, Leona! We had our faces covered when we were dragged out here, and we can’t see the campfire anymore! We’re like sitting ducks!” Grim protested.

“Don’t care. Clearly, you’re not dead, so you’re not in real trouble. Have fun finding your way back.”

Leona turned to leave, but he barely took a few steps before pausing again. He turned around and saw Yuu staring up at him. The prefect froze in place, giving him a teasing smile.

“Hey, you told us to find our own way, but you never said anything against following you.”

Leona couldn’t help but burst into laughter at that, his deep voice ringing in Yuu’s ears like the most heavenly of melodies. He let out an amused huff.

“Smart thinkin’ there, herbivore. Alright, I’ll let you follow me like a lost cub. Try to keep up though,” he smirked before continuing his way.

The prefect picked up Grim into their arms and began running after the beastman. Leona would never admit it, but he slowed down his pace just a bit so that the Ramshackle student could keep up. And perhaps he extended his tail a bit longer than usual, swaying it from side to side softly so that it would brush against the prefect’s knees so he wouldn’t lose track of them.

And maybe, just maybe, Leona was a bit excited at the prospect of spending the night with Yuu.

The walk back towards Vargas’ second cabin was filled with a comfortable silence, save for the nocturnal life. Once they arrived at the cabin, Leona opened the door quietly.

“Trappola’s probably asleep by now,” Leona whispered. “Follow me.”

He turned off the flashlight after taking hold of Yuu’s free hand, slowly maneuvering around the cabin to take them towards the back, where Leona had set up his own little sleeping place.

Grim jumped out of Yuu’s arms and ran towards Ace, using the latter’s snoring to guide him. He jumped into the Heartslabyul student’s sleeping bag, causing the boy to grumble in his sleep. Thankfully though, he didn’t wake up.

Once the two had reached Leona’s small setup, the prince had let go of Yuu’s hand and sat down.

“Vargas only gave us some mattresses and blankets. They’re pretty damn uncomfortable, but not more so than the sleeping bags.”

“This is coming from the guy who sleeps literally anywhere?” Yuu mused, a sleepy grin adorning their features.

“Quiet, you.”

Another silence grew between Yuu and Leona, but this time, it was a bit more awkward in nature. After a few moments, the beastman spoke up.

“You can take the mattress. I know I said it’s uncomfortable, but I can sleep just fine like this.”

“Oh, okay…” Yuu knew not to argue with Leona on these kinds of things and instead decided to accept his offer gratefully.

They got themselves as comfortable as they could on the thin piece of foam, relishing in the faint warmth left behind by Leona’s body heat and the vague smell of pine and campfire smoke. Yet as comforting as it was, Yuu found that it wasn’t enough to help them succumb to dreamland. They thought for a moment, and then they swallowed hard before speaking up.

“Leona?”

“Hm?” His voice was soft, but his attention was completely on the prefect.

“The blanket, um, it’s not really helping me stay warm. Could you sleep beside me?”

Leona wouldn’t have been able to hear what the prefect had whispered if it weren’t for his beastman hearing. He froze, the request completely shocking him. Leona could hear his heartbeat quicken, along with Yuu’s.

This is your chance, he thought to himself. The herbivore’s askin’ you for a favour, one that’ll benefit both of us.

Leona growled internally at his inner voice, willing it to cease. He knew what was at stake; this offer could lead into two endings, just like in Shroud’s video games. One, he accepts and they somehow grow closer, and two, he accepts but then things get awkward between Yuu and the prince. That would mean no more daily banters, no more study sessions together, no more lunches with the other.

Or three, the third option, he accepts and the prefect takes it as a friendly platonic gesture. Either way, Leona had more of a chance of something good happening from this than bad, and he was quite confident that those odds will work in his favour.

Unable to find his voice, the housewarden opted to crawl over towards Yuu instead. Yuu moved to the side, holding the corner of the blanket up for Leona to slip under. It barely covered both of them, especially when there was still a huge gap between them. Yuu shivered a bit from the cold, causing Leona to frown.

“C’mere,” he mumbled, pulling the prefect right up to his chest boldly. “You asked for me to sleep beside you, so don’t shy away now.”

Yuu froze as Leona placed one arm under their head, cushioning it, and the other loosely around their waist. He smirked as he felt the herbivore’s heartbeat racing, cocky that he was able to pull such reactions from them.

Yuu on the other hand immediately began to feel heat coursing through their body, either due to their flustered face or Leona’s body heat. Either way, it was all thanks to the stupid lion they had come to love so much.

“Night, herbivore.” Leona tucked Yuu under his chin, his lips dangerously close to the crown of their head. Yuu listened as his breathing slowed before heaving a small content sigh.

“Night, lion prince.”

Maybe one day they would open up their hearts to each other properly, instead of using roundabout ways. Maybe they just needed more prodding from their friends, the very ones who had noticed their closeness long ago.

But for now, for tonight, Leona and Yuu would use the rest of the night finding comfort, peace, and security in each other’s embrace, with nobody else in the world to stop them.

#ren writes #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader

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Only Forever 007

Originally posted by byunvoyage

How long could you wait for the love of your life to decide you are his as well? How many times could you witness all his best moments of winning over agencies and the amount of clothes left overnight from his daily one night stands?

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word count — 1.6k

genre — model! baekhyun, playboy! baekhyun, friends to lovers! romance, angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

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Chapter 7

Let go of any hesitation

“After all of that,” Shea’s patient voice drifts through your computer speakers, “he asks you on a date?” She raises an elegant eyebrow.

“A date?” May repeats and freezes mid paint stroke. She turns to face the webcam with a loud gasp, her gray eyes sparkling in delight. “He asked you on a date?~”

Even at your big age, you manage to blush as you nod in agreement with their words. Their surprised expressions do nothing to help the steadily climbing heat of your cheeks.

“He did,” May claps with glee, her squeal too high-pitched to carry properly over the call line. “Oh-M-Gee, he did! He totally did!”

“Are you going?” you hear Shea ask as you move to reorganize your closet for the tenth time today. Not like you are nervous about how the date will go per se.

Ha ha ha…

Okay, maybe you are freaking out.

“Yes,” you throw over your shoulder, elbow-deep in the secret box you keep at the back of your closet for occasions like this—

You pause at the butterflies fluttering around your stomach. Then again, you have never had an occasion like this. None of your past relationships were with people who knew you for more than 2 months, let alone anyone else who managed to reach best friend status. At this point in your life, you are content with the close-knit friend group that you have right now. Resilient Shea, reliable May, and (relentless-) Baekhyun are all that you need.

Maybe that’s why they never last…

On that note, you carefully pull out the lingerie set you think Baekhyun would like the most and hang it up inside one of your zip-up hoodies as discreetly as possible, tuning back into the conversation.

“Day? Time? Place?” Shea asks in a rapid session, forever the most organized friend of your group.

“Friday, 10pm,” you pause, your heart racing faster when you don’t have an answer for the last question. “I… have no idea.” Just where will Baekhyun be taking you?

“The three C’s,” Shea reminds you, stopping your rising panic right in its tracks.

May nods seriously, her paintbrush drawing a smooth curve down the length of her canvas. “Comfy, Casual, and Classy~” she chimes in.

A grateful smile and a look of relief form on your face. God, you love your friends.

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You arrive at the designated place Baekhyun told you to meet him at—a small park tucked behind a quiet shopping district. There are barely any people on this side of the city at this time of night, the sun has set hours ago. You smooth down your clothes while waiting for Baekhyun. After an hour of a heated debate with your friends, all three of you chose a two-piece, peach-colored outfit that complimented your skin.

Comfy? Mostly. Casual? Debatable. Classy? Well… your ass isn’t hanging out so—

The top is a lace-up, backless, corset-style crop top and the bottom of it is a matching, double-slit mini skirt. The outfit makes you feel pretty, especially with the single leather garter belt strap that Shea convinced you to add for a finishing touch. The way the strap attached to the leather band around your upper thigh can only be seen from certain angles under your skirt is just that little extra touch of daring confidence that you need to see Baekhyun tonight. You wrap a light, cream-colored jacket around yourself as you wait for him though. The weather is warm, yet standing alone in this outfit makes you a bit anxious.

What’s taking him so long…? You wonder, checking your phone for the time. The bright light illuminating the screen makes you flinch, squinting to read the small digits. 10:05. Okay, not too bad. He’s ‘fashionably’ late. You inwardly roll your eyes with a fond smile, remembering that time Baekhyun told you about the habits of everyone in the fashion industry. Your normally super punctual best friend has developed this habit as well, apparently.

Best friend… you wince as that phrase echoes around your mind, a sense of unease washing over you when you remember your… current situation. You still haven’t managed to have that important conversation with Baekhyun—but that’s fine, right? It’s alright. Baekhyun is your best friend; he knows you. You trust that man with your life. Surely, you can trust him with your heart as well. More than 15 years of friendship has to count for something, right? Right.

You check the time again, tapping your high-top sneakers on the ground. Has it been 5 more minutes since the last time you checked already? Well, this definitely narrows down the options of where you will be going with Baekhyun tonight. You can list on one hand how many places will be open at this time of night, considering that Friday nights are usually the start of the weekend.

A gentle breeze blows, cooling down your overheated skin: the result of your nerves more than the warm August air itself. You look up at the few stars visible in the sky tonight, squinting against the city’s smog to admire the twinkling balls of lights hundreds and thousands of light years away. The sight brings a soft smile to your face while the wind blows through your hair, carrying the scent of rich cinnamon.

Wait a minute.

“Hey,” A familiar deep voice floats into your ears. Voilà! Baekhyun is finally here! He stands across from you at the entrance of the park with his hands shoved in his pockets. 

“Hi,” you smile a bit shyly, tucking a rebellious lock of hair behind your ear before accepting his hug. His warm embrace and his familiar hint of vanilla scent make your heart race. Oh god, please don’t tell me he can feel that. If he knew how down bad you are already, you would never live it down. You follow Baekhyun to his sleek black Audi, smiling bashfully when he opens the passenger door for you. The way his brown eyes reflect the red interior lights makes your heart stutter, especially when he flashes you that million dollar smile. You quickly slip into the passenger seat and strap your seatbelt, watching him close the car door and walk around the front of the car to climb into the driver’s seat. 

“Sorry for the wait, our meeting ran over schedule,” Baekhyun explains over the ding of the car door. He left the key in the ignition and the engine running while he came to greet you, it seems. Baekhyun clicks his own seatbelt into place before resting his left hand on the steering wheel and driving away from the park. Now that he is focused on the road, you can admire him in peace—until he reaches a red light, anyway.

Baekhyun is wearing a black button down shirt that emphasizes his stunning shoulder to waist to hip body ratio. He has the first few buttons undone, as per usual when he is off of work. You can just see a flash of a thin silver chain around his neck. His shirt is tucked snuggly into a pair of navy blue slacks, the same navy color as the blazer you can see hung up in the back of the car from the rearview mirror. His normally messy black hair is parted in the middle, smoothed down by a hint of hair gel.

“How was your week?” he asks, glancing over at you. The passing city lights cast stunning colors over his sparkly brown eyes. The warmth within his amber gaze makes your cheeks flush in the air-conditioned car.

“It was good,” you smile, smoothing down your skirt as you shift your legs to the side. Your heart jumps when you catch his brown eyes tracking the movement. “I finally got the hang of balancing school and work this semester. How was yours?”

Your question makes Baekhyun groan in exaggeration. He stops the car when he reaches a red light and leans his head back on the headrest of his seat in a dramatic manner. You listen to him recount the frustrating photoshoots and dragging commercials he had to complete that week for the rest of the ride to your destination, the soft tunes of quiet R&B music accompanying his soothing voice in the background. These are the moments that you love the most; just you and him as the rest of the world fades away.

“We’re here,” Baekhyun perks up after what seems like 5 minutes later, turning off the engine of the car. You look out of the window at the building in front of you with wide eyes. It’s an upscale lounge; the one that you have had your eye on for the past few weeks. The high reviews spoke of live music, heartfelt poetry nights, and plenty of drinks to enjoy around a comfortable sitting area. This lounge in particular has a VIP section on the top floor as well.

You look up at Baekhyun in awe when he opens your passenger door. He looks at you with those amber eyes, holding out his hand to you. Your heart flutters at the invitation. As you place your hand in his, all you can ask yourself is one question: are you ready to dive in?

“You ready?” Baekhyun asks as if reading your mind. His brown eyes sparkling brighter than the scattered stars above and his little smile warmer than the sun.

Your eyes light up before you softly squeeze his hand, stepping out of the car to join him. “Let’s go.”

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A/N: 

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Did I stay up late the weekend before school started back up to finish this dang chapter? Yes, yes I did.

The reason why it took so long, you ask? I went through the 5 stages of grief trying to figure out how to continue the rest of the story. But now I got the plot by the neck so we are good!

Updates will be random as usual because school + touching grass + sleep + I want to build a natural steady update schedule again one day. So for now, I will say that Only Forever will get another chapter(s) before the year is over 🌊💝

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[campoverlook-if]

Can you make the same prompt for Oliver as you did to Lucas and Ezra please?

After thirty years, I’ve finally answered this ask. Apologies anon, please accept this extra long text as my offering to you. (I’msoserious this is so long for no reason, I just started writing and kept going...)

OLIVER - You and Oliver are hanging around the lodge, away from the rest of the camp…

The sound of Mr. Adams guitar softly fades the farther you and Oliver travel away from the big campfire. The group camaraderie was nice, but sometimes you just wanted a little peace and quiet.

Usually you could find it by one of the smaller campfires where the counselors gathered in  groups together, with some of the older campers joining up with them to get away from the singing and storytelling. But tonight, you wanted to be alone with just Oliver, and he wasn’t going to deny your request.

“So where are we going?” He asks as you walk along the dirt path. But you don’t answer, giving him a little smile as you led him up the small hill towards the lodge.

The lodge was empty at this time of night, all the volunteers having already left for town and the Adams over by the campfire. Normally, nobody was allowed in the lodge after hours like this, but if nobody knew, who would it really hurt?

The two of you step in from the back door, the windowed door creating the only source of light into the room as the moon gazed down on it. “This place is real creepy at night,” Oliver says, walking over to a nearby lamp. Its light baths a small part of the lodge, making it easier for the two of you to find the couch.

The two of you flop down on the couch, claiming opposite ends to lean on the arm rests. Oliver gets nice and comfortable in his seat, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. “We’re all alone.” He wiggles his eyebrows seductively, you think.

You chuckle, “You know what that means, right?” Oliver raises an eyebrow at your question, waiting for you to continue. “Means you can drop the act now, at least around me.”

Oliver's expression changes instantly when you speak, his face falling. He sits there in silence for a moment, and you worry that you may have said something wrong. But the look in his eyes tells you otherwise.

It's quiet as he ponders your words, wondering if you said them to be mean or if you were sincere. But you just give him an encouraging smile, showing that you meant what you said.

Finally he lets go of his relaxed demeanor. His body grows tight and strained, his face entering into a scowl that you’ve grown slightly familiar with these past few weeks. “What the fuck does Asher have against me?” he asks, his tone irritated.

“What?” That was definitely not what you were expecting to come out of his mouth. Complaining about the campers, that was his usual topic.

Sure, he's thought about how to make a counselor like him before, but you and him hang out with Asher every day. With the stuff going on in the woods you had too. So where was this coming from?

Oliver narrows in on your confusion. “Asher, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed?” Oliver seems annoyed that you’re not exactly understanding what the problem seems to be, so he keeps on, trying to explain. “It’s like… every time they see me they have something to say. And they don’t even say a lot.”

“What exactly are we talking about here?” you ask, trying to be as understanding as possible. Even though you really don’t understand. “I haven’t noticed Asher treating you any differently.”

Oliver snorts, “Yeah, cause you’re too busy hanging off of Ezra’s every word.”

You tense up at that. Why would he bring that up? You thought you were over that by now. "I don–"

“Or Kairi’s,” Oliver continues, “Don’t get me started on her…” Oliver starts shaking his left knee in agitation, and you stare at it with worry etched across your face. You had no idea Oliver had been worrying about this. Just what kind of conversations were he and Asher having when you weren’t around?

“Regret asking yet?” Oliver asks, catching you out of your thoughts. You look up at him and see the scowl has been switched with a quiet smile.

You roll your eyes at his flip-flopping, you didn’t regret asking about his feelings. Just hated how he talked about the others like that. “You really think Asher doesn’t like you?” you finally ask.

Oliver shrugs, seeming to genuinely consider his dilemma for the first time. "I don't know... Why do you like me?"

“No way, not answering that,” you say instantly. You look away, but it's too late. Oliver's already back to that stupid charming smile of his. He moves closer to you, but you turn back to glare at him. “No. Your ego is already huge.”

“Not huge enough.” He’s sitting right next to you now, nudging his shoulder against yours playfully. “Come on, tell me.”

But you weren't going to be convinced so easily. You looked away from him again, trying to ignore the fact that he was now leaning against you.

Oliver wasn’t going to take that disrespect. He scooted away a little bit and you felt disappointment flood through you. That was until Oliver leaned around and dropped his head onto your lap.

"What are you doing?" You couldn't resist; you put your hands on trying to maintain the contact you had before, one hand stroking his hair and the other cradling his head. It felt a bit embarrassing how easily it came to you, but Oliver didn't seem to mind the attention.

“Waiting,” Oliver looks up at you briefly before closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh. “I can sit here all night if it means you confess.”

You chuckled at his childishness. Oliver mostly acted like this because he wanted to be perceived a certain way. But you knew him better now, this behavior was just Oliver being Oliver. “Well, I have a group of teenagers who have a bedtime.”

“Sucks for them.” You flick him on his forehead, but he just smiled again, totally immune to your attempt. After a few silent minutes passed, you watch Oliver settle again, trying to get a little more comfortable in your lap. Your hands stay in the same position, but you slowly rub his forehead with your thumb.

It’s hard for you to think about your feelings for him. You’ve only known each other for such a short amount of time, but you already feel like he’s the one for you. Which is a pretty insane thing to be deciding on at your young age.

There was no guarantee you would see each other after summer ended. Oliver would go back to living in Gailin down the freeway and you’d be getting on a plane and leaving the state. You could call, but how long would that last? Oliver was charming, not exactly friendly, but people weren’t afraid to get close to him. It would be so easy for his eyes to wander.

Even worse, all the stuff happening at camp made you worry for his safety. Oliver could take care of himself, you knew that, but that didn’t mean you were never worried. You wished you were in the same cabin as him, then maybe your heart wouldn’t tighten up every time you had to say goodbye at night.

You’ve never felt any of this stuff before. Why did you like him?

You lift your other hand then, setting it on his cheek tenderly. Oliver opens his eyes slightly and gives you a lazy smile. You're pretty sure he's almost asleep by now, but you say it anyway.

“When I’m with you, I feel like I have the whole world in my hands.”

Oliver blinks up at you, maybe he hadn’t heard you? Then, he shifts his body and sits up a bit, wrapping his arms around your torso. He lets out a relieved sigh and squeezes you tighter than he ever has before. "Thank you," he whispers.

You stay there a little longer until you feel his breathing even out. Eventually, he falls asleep, nestled against you on the lodge’s couch. It's not the most comfortable position for you, but you didn’t mind.

Checking the time on your phone, you decide you’re willing to be late getting the kids back together. You lean back and close your own eyes. Guess you’ll just have to take the lecture from the Adams.

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