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im-no-jedi · 2 years

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MLWTBB: First Time For Everything

aka the (continued) journey into my self insert nonsense✨

chapter summary: Eldya Madri continues to ignore Hannah and the others in favor of her own interests, which brings on more frustration. her assistants aren’t any better, and Hunter continues to doubt the security of their situation.

notes: this is a continuation of my story, “My Life With The Bad Batch”; I highly recommend reading that first before this one! I created a few new planets for this story. I’m also not 100% versed in SW terminology, so forgive me if some things are labeled incorrectly! each chapter will be rated accordingly, as opposed to the overall fic. lastly, there is romance in this story. hope you enjoy! 💙

add. notes: this chapter was edited and proofread by my sis @jam-n-ham! thanks sis!! 😋💙

Chapter 5, 2900+ words, rated G (just more rude people being rude 🙃)

previous chapters: Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

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It was noticeably taking a lot longer to traverse the hallway than it should have. Several times, one of the servants would come up to Madame Eldya and ask her a question of some sort, to which the Madame would take as long as she wished to give her response. One instance had them paused for nearly ten minutes while Madame Eldya decided which color of cloth she wanted to decorate one of the tables with. Eventually, one of the boys loudly cleared their throat, which prompted Madame Eldya to finally remember that they were all still standing there. With a groan, she told the servant to just leave the colors in her office so she could pick them out later, then ushered the group to follow once again.

Once Eldya’s back was turned, Hannah shot a harsh look back at the others; she didn’t know which one of them had made that noise, but she wanted it to be clear that she didn’t appreciate it. Wrecker clearly shook his head in an effort to let her know that it wasn’t him, while the others remained silent. To help put Hannah’s mind at ease, Omega came up beside her and took her hand, which almost immediately made a difference. Hannah gave her adopted sister a small smile and went back to putting her focus on Madame Eldya without another thought.

It wasn’t long after that before everyone noticed the shape of the hallway start to change. Much like the path they had taken to get there initially, the hallway began to open up into a large room with several doors on all sides. One larger set of double doors stood in the center, directly in line with the hallway; they rivaled in size to the front doors, although the design of them more closely matched the interior, decorated in deep red with the shimmering designs flowing down the halls seeming to culminate towards these doors as if they were a large pool. A single large chandelier hung above them in similar design to the others; however, this one had several sections that flowed out of it which were attached to various sections of the room – it made the chandelier look like some sort of sea creature hovering above them all, with its long tentacles stretching out in all directions.

“I have a few more things to oversee in the grand assembly before we can begin our discussion,” Madame Eldya said as they all began approaching the large double doors. “Normally, I would tell my clients to simply wait in my office for me, but umm...” She gave yet another disdainful look at the group. “All things considered, I think having you nearby is the better option.”

“Meaning she doesn’t trust us,” Echo quietly quipped to the others.

Hannah quietly shushed him before replying to the Madame, “That’s alright, I wouldn’t want to rush you. I’m curious to see how your renowned events come to happen anyway.”

“Well, you’re in for a treat then,” Madame Eldya responded, chuckling to herself.

With a snap of her fingers, a droid stationed near the double doors turned around and hit a few buttons on a nearby panel. The doors began to slide open, letting the light in from the other side. Then simultaneously, Hannah and the others all let out audible noises of astonishment.

The room in front of them all was enormous. To Omega and the boys, the size reminded them of the largest hangers back in Tipoca City; for Hannah, it was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. Much like the main hallway, large chandeliers that flowed down like water decorated the high ceiling of the room. A large marbled staircase that shimmered in gold sat in front of them, leading down to a lower level. The floor split off at the top of the stairs to the left and right, wrapping around the room like a large balcony; several other balcony-like levels seemed to be above them as well. The floor of the lower level had a similar marbled design like the stairs, decorated with accents of gold. The majority of the floor was open, with several tables and chairs lining the outer edge of it – a good number of servants were in the process of setting them up. Tables and chairs were also being set up on the balconies. At the back of the room sat a large stage, similar to the Prism Palace back on Volruna; this stage was much larger however. In fact, everything about the room was reminiscent of the Prism Palace, but much more regal and refined.

“This way, everyone,” Madame Eldya declared, beckoning the others to follow. “And mind you don’t scuff up the stairs.” She shot a harsh look back at the group before beginning to descend the staircase. The others followed, with Omega and Wrecker actually taking their time to go down each step as an extra precaution.

“This is quite incredible,” Hannah said as she surveyed the room. Her attention was especially drawn towards the large stage. “Will there be performances going on here?”

“Oh yes,” Madame Eldya replied. “Music, dancing, theatrical displays, all of it.” She gave a look back at Hannah, her eyebrow raised in curiosity. “You have an appreciation for the arts, I assume?”

Hannah let out a soft chuckle and nodded. “I do indeed.”

Madame Eldya let out a chuckle of her own and said, “Well then, I suppose you have some taste after all. If only your companions could relate...”

All the joy on Hannah’s face began to diminish and was replaced with staunch professionalism again. Somehow, even the compliment Eldya had given came across rudely, and of course, it was impossible to ignore the dig at the others. Hannah was finding it harder and harder to even want to do business with Madame Eldya anymore. She was beginning to think Cid was desperate if she wanted Eldya’s business that much.

As soon as Eldya’s feet touched the bottom floor, she was immediately rushed by several of the servants, who all began asking her questions. The Madame harshly shushed all of them, demanding they each speak in turn as opposed to rambling at her like annoying Jawas. One of the servants began asking a question, but Eldya shushed them again and inquired where Sneech was, as she had assigned him to deal with these sorts of things. Before the servant could answer, a voice called out and a figure began to approach. It was the Rodian who had escorted them all earlier.

“Forgive me, Madame!” The Rodian said as he gave an apologetic bow. “Oh, I apologize if you’ve been bothered. These half-witted fools simply will not listen to reason! Might I request you personally oversee their requests while I deal with some other imposing matters? I’m certain they’ll listen to you, Madame.”

Madame Eldya took a deep inhale through her nostrils as she pondered the Rodian’s words. In that moment of quiet, Hannah opened her mouth in an attempt to speak, but Eldya held up a finger to silence her. Then she gave a harsh look at the servants, who began recoiling in shame.

“I specifically assigned Sneech here to deal with these matters,” Eldya said, her tone cold and firm. “But if this is too much for your miniscule minds to grasp, then by all means, ask me yourself.”

The humiliated looks on the servants’ faces made Hannah sick to her stomach. It took everything in her to not speak up for them in some way. Omega actually took a step forward, but Hannah stopped her. She could sense her adopted sister’s feelings, which mirrored her own, and she definitely didn’t want Omega of all of them to get in trouble with the Madame.

A scoff was heard from Madame Eldya before she told the servants to come with her – she stated that she always made better decisions while walking. Hannah began to follow, but Eldya stopped her and told her to wait while the servants were dealt with. She then assigned Sneech, the Rodian, to keep an eye on Hannah’s group and show them around until she returned. Sneech slightly recoiled and nearly refuted the request, but ultimately surrendered.

Hannah couldn’t help but scowl a bit as Madame Eldya left, both from her behavior and the fact that she was blowing off their meeting. Again. Her scowl only grew as she saw the annoyed look on Sneech’s face.

“You should be grateful the Madame has even allowed you in here,” Sneech sneered at them all. “Bothering her on the eve of such an important day...” He let out a loud scoff and continued to stare at them with displeasure.

Despite this, Hannah managed to put on a fake smile and responded, “Considering the Madame herself chose this particular time, I wouldn’t say the bother falls on my shoulders. My boss is extremely flexible, after all.”

Sneech’s snout turned down into a harsh frown and his antennae drooped a bit, but the condescending look in his eyes remained. With a loud “hmph”, he beckoned the group to follow him so he could show them around the room. Echo leaned in close to Hannah’s ear and whispered, “Nicely handled,” which turned Hannah’s fake smile into a smug one.

As they walked across the large marbled floor, Sneech began giving a quick overview of the grand assembly, detailing different areas and giving a little history about them as well. The main takeaway was that the room had previously been a theater that Madame Eldya converted once she acquired the building, which was why there was such a large stage and so many balconies. In fact, much of the building had been altered to the Madame’s liking after her acquisition of it.

The entire time Sneech was speaking, Hannah could hear Tech making notes on his datapad, and it was impossible to not smile about it. He leaned in at one point and quietly told Hannah to ask what the building had been previously, which Hannah complied with. Unfortunately, Sneech’s response was to snidely ask why she cared to know – it didn’t matter, after all, the Madame’s alterations were far superior to whatever the place was before.

Hannah sighed and told Sneech to never mind, then looked back at Tech apologetically. Tech also sighed and rolled his eyes with a shrug of his shoulders.

A voice suddenly called out Sneech’s name and another presence began approaching. It was Cedren, who was looking a bit flustered. “There you are, you shifty little lizard,” Cedren exclaimed as he came directly up to Sneech. “I’ve been trying to—gah!” Like before, he lurched back at the sight of Hannah and the others, clutching his chest in shock. “Oh for goodness... what are you doing with them?”

“Madame’s orders,” Sneech replied. “She’s off dealing with some impudent lackeys at the moment.”

Hannah suddenly interrupted, looking quite confused. “I’m sorry, how did you...?” She looked at Cedren, then back towards the double doors, then back to Cedren again. “You went... that way? And now you’re here?”

Cedren looked offended at the question and scoffed. Then Sneech answered, “What? You think the main hallway is the only way into this room? There are many halls throughout this building, with several of them leading into here. The Madame simply likes her guests to enter via the main hall.” Sneech was suddenly given a small shove in the arm by Cedren.

“Don’t tell them that!” Cedren exclaimed. “They don’t need to know anything!” He gave the group a distrustful look and narrowed his eyes, with his antennae beginning to droop as well.

“Honestly, I agree,” Sneech responded. “Were it not for the Madame’s request to see them around, I wouldn’t even give them the time of day.” He gave a look that matched Cedren’s, drooping antennae and all.

There was nothing Hannah wanted more in that moment than to deck them both in the face.

“I guess it’s a good thing we’re not sticking around for long then,” Hannah stated, once again putting on a fake smile. “For all of our sake.” Her own eyes began to narrow, but not out of distrust. This was a look of conviction and pride, a look that intended to strike fear into the hearts of whoever was on the receiving end of her gaze.

And it seemed to be working. Both Sneech and Cedren began to recoil a bit, their antennae drooping even lower. Cedren especially seemed to become extra fearful, which didn’t go unnoticed. Sneech eventually cleared his throat and returned to his pompous demeanor with a hefty swipe on the front of his coat.

“Then I also hope that for all of our sakes that this conference of yours does not affect the Madame’s conduct in any way.” Sneech gave a huff and turned his attention back to Cedren, who was still cowering in fear. A good smack on the arm brought him back to reality, and Sneech inquired why Cedren was there in the first place.

“Oh, umm, well I just wanted to ask you about--” Cedren suddenly stopped himself and gave a look back at Hannah and the others. “Actually, might I inquire with you, ahh, elsewhere?”

Sneech let out an annoyed groan and called over one of the large droids to stay with the group. He ordered Hannah to stay there and not do anything funny before he returned, then walked away with Cedren, just out of earshot.

As soon as they were gone, Hannah tightly clenched her fists and let out a frustrated growl. Turning to face the others, she said, “Hoooo boy, I am this close to completely losing it, guys,” emphasizing her words by pinching two of her fingers together, not quite touching.

“Oh, we can feel the heat back here,” Wrecker joked and let out a gruff scoff.

Omega still had a harsh scowl on her face and said, “I can’t believe how mean Eldya was to those servants! I feel so bad for them. No one should have to deal with someone treating them like that.” The small girl angrily crossed her arms and her lips turned down into an intense frown.

“They probably don’t have a choice,” Echo said. “If they talked back, they’d probably get fired. Or worse, knowing how harsh Eldya is.”

“That is putting it mildly,” Tech added. “I doubt I’ll ever be able to complain about Cid’s caustic behavior again.”

Wrecker nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Cid’s a saint compared to that... word I’m not gonna say in front of Omega!”

“Witch?” Tech questioned.

“No, the one that sounds like that one.”

“Oh. Bitch?”

“Well sheesh, I might as well’ve just said it myself, Tech!”

Omega interjected that it was ok, she had heard that word before, but Wrecker exclaimed that didn’t mean he wanted to say it in front of her. Despite how upset she still was, Omega managed a small giggle at her brother.

As that conversation was going on, Hannah noticed that Hunter’s attention was again on other things; most noticeably, Cedren and Sneech. She walked up next to him and quietly asked, “What are they talking about?”

“Somethin’ about the droids,” Hunter responded, still keeping his watch on the two in conversation. “Cedren wants to make sure there’s enough of ‘em stationed around the place. Thinks Eldya needs all the protection she can get tomorrow.” Hunter’s tone was low, and it was obvious he was skeptical for some reason.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Hannah asked. “That’s what these big guys are for, after all.” She gestured back to the droid standing watch nearby them for emphasis. “I don’t know why you’re so uppity about them.”

Hunter let out a harsh exhale through his nose. “I just have a bad feeling about them. I’m surprised you don’t.”

Hannah softly scoffed and mockingly replied, “I’m sorry if my priorities are elsewhere at the moment.”

The only response Hunter gave was to tighten his already crossed arms. Silent treatment again, Hannah thought to herself. It was times like this that she sorely wished she had the power to read people’s minds. She most often thought that in regards to Hunter though. She knew he kept things from her, especially when it involved his own feelings, and it infuriated her to no end. If not for the circumstance, she would attempt to wrestle the words out of him, but it wasn’t the time. She had to complete her mission. Her own feelings could wait.

The sound of approaching droids and the clack of heels on the marble floor suddenly caught everyone’s attention. “I see that my assistants have abandoned their assignments for the moment,” Madame Eldya commented as she returned to the group. “No matter. I have neither the time nor patience to deal with their insufficiencies.”

Hannah almost laughed at hearing that, mostly because she agreed with it. “Does this mean we can have our discussion now?”

“In a moment,” Eldya responded. “I must check on something over at the stage. You’re welcome to come though. In fact...” She looked over at Cedren and Sneech, who seemed to be in a full-on argument now. “It would be preferred.” Like she’d done before, she beckoned everyone to follow, with her two droid guards continuing to follow as well.

As they followed Eldya to the stage, Hannah noticed a shift in Hunter’s demeanor. The entire time they’d been there, he’d been on edge, but it was even more noticeable now. One could tell just by the huffiness of his stride. And because of that, coupled with the treatment they’d been receiving from Eldya and her assistants, it was putting Hannah on edge as well. She was already feeling irritable, and Hunter’s attitude wasn’t helping. Now she wished she’d said something to him earlier about it.

Curse her empathetic nature.

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #everyone in this place be sus tbh #Hunter has his sus goggles on for sure LOL #I'm sure it's fine though 😉#star warz #my storiez

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x-infernhoes-x · 3 years

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She’s My Collar- Basilio x Reader

Title: She’s My Collar

Genre: Romance, Smut, Porn with Plot

Warning(s): Mentions of Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, Mentions of Alcohol, Implied Consent, Basilio nearly murdering someone because they spoke badly about you

Description: KAI IF YOU’RE READING THIS, THIS ONE’S FOR YOU AND ALL OF YOU BASILIO SIMPS

NOTE SOMETIME AROUND 3:00 AM YESTERDAY NAWALA YUNG ORIGINAL PUTANG INA I WAS THIS CLOSE ON FINISHING IT SHDJGFHJBDKJBSEDVGSJHGBKHGSFKJBGBKJGBJGLJBGWL AN HOUR’S WORTH OF WRITING G O N E AND I HAD TO REWRITE EVERYTHING I AM STRESSED AND DSBJKGBKJFSDGNB SO ENJOY.

4:31 AM NOTE UPDATE YESTERDAY: langya ayoko na. matutulog na nga ako, sakit na ng likod ko.

6:50 PM NOTE TODAY: I’M GOING TO FINISH THIS BEFORE MIDNIGHT COMES. ALSO, DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE KIDS!!

12:10 AM NOTE TODAY: The note above this one is a lie. I managed to continue this after family night lmao but enjoy still. Tried my best to make it gender-neutral as possible but yeah :’) I kinda failed successfully I think???

You and Basilio have been dating for quite some time now. Although he was a messy guy you made sure that you had his back and helped him out to work on how to keep his sloppy tendencies at bay and in turn he would shower you with love and affection that you would usually get from the demi-god of war. Basilio was the perfect guy, he was a sweet lad who made your lonely days better, he made sure that you were cared for in any shape or form and he always had your back in everything and he would give you anything you would ask for in the world. The two of you barely even fought and if you were to fight, it would be more of a joke one than an all-out screaming match. He was the best thing that has ever happened to you and you constantly thank Bathala for it and Basilio thought the same. The two of you were a match made in heaven.

Although despite your busy schedules keeping the two of you apart, you both made sure that you and your loving boyfriend would get the chance to hang out together. Often, you and Basilio would frequent the Diabolical together, just basking in each other's presence, tucked away in some booth Hank had reserved for the two of you, or sitting by the bar just chatting about each other’s day. You could recall Hank telling you that whenever you were around or that when someone ever mentions your name, Basilio seemed to calm down and would eagerly listen into whatever conversation had said your name. There was a time where Basilio nearly knocked someone’s teeth out because they were talking badly of you and it took Crispin, Maliksi, Hannah, Amie, Alex, and Hank himself to hold back the younger twin and prevent him from punching someone’s lights or teeth out or even prevent a murder from ever happening.

“Alam mo, (Y/N) pag naririnig ni Basilio na dadaan ka rito, parang siyang aso na di mapakali. Kulang nalang na magkaroon siya ng buntot e.” Hank joked as he was cleaning the freshly washed glass, watching Basilio flush red, face buried into his forearm as he groaned in response while you let out a small chuckle.

Now looking back, that memory seemed to be far away from you. Tonight happened to be your anniversary with Basilio and instead of a cozy night in, he wanted to do something different. Basilio wanted to take you out dancing and bar hopping around Bonifacio Global City’s luxurious bars (sometimes you wondered to yourself how the hell can Basilio afford this.) and maybe take you sight seeing around the place when you got the time. Pacing around your living room in your apartment, you were about to shoot him a text message when a knock at your door had interrupted you from doing so, nearly dropping your phone in the process. “Sandali lang!” you yelled to whoever was outside the door. If there was one thing you learned from dating Basilio, it was being vigilant. You had to make sure that the person on the other side of your door was your boyfriend and not some kind of Aswang or any malicious person who had a personal grudge against the twins and Alex. Taking a peek at the pee hole your door had, you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend, Basilio grinning up at you as he waved. Instead of wearing his suit, Basilio was in his casual clothing for tonight, his long silken locks pulled back in a half-up, half-down man-bun.

Opening the door, you then welcomed him with open arms before proceeding to smack him playfully on his arm, an amused smirk on your lips as you opened your mouth to speak, your tone light and teasing, “Took you long enough! Siguro na-traffic ka no?” Basilio could only roll his dark eyes at you as he placed a loving kiss upon your head. “Hindi a, si Kuya Crispin kasi e, sobrang tagal niya sa banyo kaya ayun.” Pulling himself away from you, he then offered his arm for you to take with a grin, his head tilting towards the direction of the door as he spoke, “So ano? Tara na?” “Siyempre naman.”

After making sure your apartment was locked, the two of you went down towards the direction of the parking lot and took a couple few selfies inside the elevator, you and Basilio were off. While in the car, the both of you would scream along to the lyrics of Ang Huling El Bimbo by Eraserheads while in traffic. On your way to BGC, both of you were surprised to see Maliksi and his significant by the stoplight, taking the advantage of the long-ass stop to chat with the Prince of the Tikbalangs and his fiancé. Your conversation was cut short when the stoplight had changed from red to green, saying your goodbyes to each other as Basilio drove away to your very first destination, which was none other than XYLO at The Palace.

In all honesty, you’ve heard about this bar but it was the first time you got to enter the place itself. The both of you got lucky that the place wasn’t as packed and that you got there early before the actual party had started. Both you and Basilio then made your way over to the bar to grab your first drinks of the night. The two of you chatted for a while, occasionally nodding your heads to the beat of the song. After a while, the night seemed to kick in and both of you were already at what seemed to be your 3rd or 4th bar of the night, this time you and Basilio were jumping up and down to DJ Khalid’s song ‘All I Do Is Win’ before the both of you screamed along with the rest of the patrons, “Putang Ina, Alak Pa!” and time seemed to flow faster than ever as you and your loving boyfriend went in and about around BGC’s classiest bars, downing every single drink you two could manage and take or even dance along to the songs the bars provided while occasionally sharing a kiss here and there, not minding the reek of alcohol and sweat clinging on each other’s bodies as the two of you laughed.

Sometime around 10:30, you and Basilio were shitfaced to oblivion but both of you were used to it. You had lost count on how many drinks you’ve managed to down yet you and Basilio couldn’t care less, you were certain that you heard your phones ring but you two never got the chance to answer them because Basilio was busy doing body shots on you or you making out with your boyfriend in some hidden corner of the bar. You were starting to get the hint that after your little make-out session at Club Haze, he was focused on one thing and you knew what that meant, despite being inebriated out of your wits. So what do you do? Put on a show for him of course.

You knew Basilio was sitting by the bar because you told him you were going to use the bathroom to freshen up a little bit since the club felt a little bit humid. What he didn’t expect was you sashaying over to where the dance floor, the last notes of Nelly Furtado’s Maneater fading away only to be replaced by Doja Cat’s Streets. To you, the sound seemed to have slowed down and you weren’t sure because it was the alcohol’s effects taking over, nobody else in the club mattered but your boyfriend alone. The figures around you seemed to blur and Basilio was the only one you had your eyes on as your body moved to the beat, eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted, and even from afar, you could see your demi-god of a boyfriend shuffle in his seat, his cheeks brightly flushed even under the lights of the dark club (yes, Basilio even tried to hide his raging boner from everyone but he was failing miserably). You knew that he was watching you closely like a predator ready to strike and even from afar you can tell that he was getting impatient with your games and that made you smirk. You knew that Basilio had a thing for Semi-Public sex and your several other experiences with him were proof of that, hell the two of you almost got caught one time and you were internally thankful that you weren’t. But tonight, Basilio’s going to abide by the rules of your own game and not his.

The opening bass beat from Beyonce’s Yonce/Partition was your cue to take things up a notch by making your way over to the bar where you had stood upon the counter (you had asked the bartender and the rest of the patrons who hung around the bar save for Basilio in advance and they seemed to agree with it just as long as you were careful) and made your way down the counter, hips sashaying and your body with every beat and drop before stopping to where he was, a smirk on your face, your hands running up from your thighs and right past your chest in a sensual manner, leaning in just so you could ghost your lips over Basilio’s eagerly waiting ones before pulling away with a wink. Once your little show was done and you had gone down from your counter with the help of the bartender you had just spoken to before making your way over to the dance floor once more to dance just as your song, She’s My Collar by Gorillaz began to play only to be caught short when you felt a hand grab you by the wrist.

Despite being drunk you were still smart and quick to retaliate towards whoever had grabbed you only to be surprised to be looking right directly at your boyfriend’s dark obsidian gaze, his breath slow and ragged and you knew you were in it for real this time the moment he said, “We’re leaving.” In a tone, you’ve never heard from him before and that seemed to send shivers and chills up your spine as he dragged you away from the bar to head right outside.

Honestly, the whole trip back to the car seemed to pass you by like a blur, you would occasionally stumble on your own feet, which prompted Basilio to sling you over his shoulder like you were nothing but a sack of potatoes (at least it gave you a perfect view of his ass). The moment you arrived at your car, however, you were thrown haphazardly into the backseat after Basilio had unlocked the door with ease and then entered the vehicle as well, quickly pulling you up on his lap where he locked his lips with you in a heated kiss, hands roaming around your body with such need and you could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his dark jeans. You were surprised at first but once the initial shock and surprise had worn off, you kissed him back as well with the same passion and need that he emulated from his kiss, your fingers and hands made a quick undo of his man-bun and top, hastily unbuttoning them, eager to touch the skin underneath it and leave marks on it. Basilio could only groan in response to your touches, his tongue exploring your mouth like uncharted territory, his hands groping your behind with such force that made you moan out his name, a quiet hiss of “Tangina.” Soon followed your surprise.

In your mayhem of desire and lust, you didn’t notice Basilio play Chase Atlantic’s song Devilish on the radio.

Clothes were thrown around and about in the space of the car and in that blur of clothing being discarded around, you were honestly surprised when Basilio had lifted up your lower half towards him, his lips trailing kisses down your stomach and thighs before his head disappeared in between your legs, bestowing you the best oral you’ve ever had received from him in your years of dating. You couldn’t thrash around with him holding you so tightly against his face as he went down on you but your hands were free to roam and tug at his long silken locks, his name spoken like a prayer and just as you were about to reach your peak, he had pulled away from you, a sadistic yet innocent smirk placed upon his now glistening chin and lips coated in your slick as he spoke, “Not yet, babe.” Winking at you, he gingerly set you down before he leaned over to where his now discarded jeans were as he pulled out his wallet, fishing out a condom and a small pack of lube for him to use. Once the foil was open and the rubber was on his already hard dick, he then proceeded to open the pack of lube, rubbing it on his length before instructing you to get on your hands and your ass up for him.

And by Bathala you began to see stars the moment he had entered you. Your nails seemed to dig on the dark leather surface of the car’s upholstery, your back arched to the extreme and you were certain that you could feel Basilio trailing kisses along the expanse of your neck, shoulders, and back, his hands guiding you on his length while yours snaked around to reach for him, tilting your head sidewards to catch his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, his manhood still relentless at fucking you senseless and in between the thrusts and moans, you were thankful that the windows were tinted from the outside or else the two of you would’ve been caught. Throughout the whole night, you two spent it by doing it on every single surface inside the car, doing every single position the two of you could think of, taking each other to new heights with every pose the two of you did, and yes, let’s just say you were sore the morning after that.

Once the morning came around, the two of you were still naked and you were sure that after your last round with your loving boyfriend, you felt the waves of your hang-over wash over you like a wave, making you groan out in pain. Everything was sore with you and your body was littered with hickies, bruises, and scratch marks while Basilio, who had his healing factor with him thanks to his demi-god status, was relatively unscathed but he did have some hickies of his own to present to the world. Shuffling, you gently nudged Basilio awake as you spoke, “Babe, anong oras na??”

At your action, your boyfriend, still groggy from sleep, could only groan at this, his hand reaching out to search for his mobile phone to check the time. Squinting, he then saw the time on his phone but the color on his face seemed to drain the moment he saw several missed calls and messages from his twin brother and the Babaylan-Mandirigma herself. “SHIT!” Basilio managed to cry out of sheer panic, his head accidentally hitting against the roof of the car, making him hiss even more, hands holding the spot where he had hit his head. “Lagot tayo kay Bossing, (Y/N), kagabi pa niya tayo tinatwagan kasama ni Kuya Crispin.” At the mere mention of Alex and Crispin’s name, you seemed to understand the sense of urgency before the two of you began to clean up the car, dressing up as you did so, attempting to make yourselves look more presentable and cover the tracks from yesterday’s events. Once done, Basilio was driving like a speeding madman in a rush to head back where his brother and Alex were at.

It took him at least an hour to arrive at their destination with Alex taking the role as today’s designated driver while Basilio sat in the back with his brother. “San ba kayo galing? Kagabi pa namin kayo tinatawagan ni Crispin, (Y/N), Basilio. Ano ba nangyare, ha?” Alex spoke, her eyes flickering over to where Basilio was, sheepishly scratching the back of his head as he spoke, “Sensya na ho, Bossing. Nag-sight seeing kasi kami ni (Y/N) kagabi tas nag-bar hoping kami tas pagkatapos nakatulog kami dito sa kotse.” A little doubtful of this, Alex could only glance at you from the corner of her eye, expecting for you to react but you held your emotions close to your heart as you spoke, “Totoo po yung sinasabi ni Basilio, bossing. Di po naming sadya na di kayo replyan ni Crispin. Di na po mauulit.” Nodding, Alex then excused the both of you and the car ride was silent, save for the fact that the radio was playing Last Friday Night by Katy Perry. You did feel a little bit cold however and you couldn’t help the fact that something was missing until Crispin screamed out in surprise, horror, and disgust, finally noticing the thing you were missing. Ah shit. “TANGINA BASILIO, ANO TO!?!?!” Crispin managed to yell out, holding up your lace underwear for everyone in the car to see with Basilio quickly snatching the piece of clothing away from his brother, tucking it in his pocket before he responded, “ANONG-ANO KA DIYAN KUYA!?! WALA KANG NAKITA!!”

You silently prayed to Bathala for him to forgive you but you were sure as hell Alex won’t. You made a mental note to not ever do it in the car you guys use for missions ever again.

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eelistolvanen · 3 years

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Bruises that you left behind - Travis Konecny Pt.2

A/N: Well, I finally got around to write part 2. Thank you to everyone that reblogged, commented or like part 1. I hope you like this part and let me know if you want more :) The story definitely isn’t over yet ;)

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Angst, some swearwords, no proofread (if i missed any let me know)

If you haven’t read Part 1 I strongly advise you to do so, otherwise this isn’t gonna make sense :)

Italics indicate flashbacks

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Once you finally calmed down, Nolan got up and made you a cup of hot chocolate. He knew it was your feel-good drink. He’d made you some before when you had bad days.

“Didn’t think you remembered. It’s been a while.” You nose was still running and you were sniffling quietly but the sobbing had stopped.

“You’re my best friend, of course I would remember.” He handed you the cup before sitting down next to you.

“But he’s your best friend too. And I didn’t want you to have to choose between us. After what happened I mean. So I let you go.” You knew it sounded bitter but you couldn’t help it, you needed to tell him.

“He’s not though. Not anymore.” His expression turned sad. “I will never be able to forgive him for what he’s done to you. Done to me. He’s the reason I lost my best friend. Both my best friends actually.”

“But you see him every day. You play together-“ The words died on your lips, you didn’t really know where you were going with this.

“He’s my teammate, yes. But I don’t consider him a friend anymore. And I don’t think many on the team do either. He’s changed, you know. He’s completely shut himself out. He doesn’t hang out with the team anymore. And to be honest I haven’t talked to him outside anything hockey related in months.”

Your heart felt heavy in your chest hearing about Travis.

“I don’t really care, Nolan.”

“No, I know. I just.. I guess what I’m trying to say is… I’m on your side. An for all it’s worth the team is too, y,know. And we all miss you, it’s just not the same without you.” He gave you a sad smile. You knew it was supposed to be comforting but it wasn’t working. Your eyes started to water again.

“Hey, hey, don’t feel guilty, okay? Everyone understood why you left. It’s just that you were a part of everyone’s life here too. And no one really understood why he did what he did. Ha, you should have seen G the day TK stepped foot into the locker room the first day back at camp. We thought he was going to rip him into shreds.”

You let out a shaky chuckle. “I miss the team too you know. They were like family to me. Believe me nothing was harder than leave my friends here behind.”

Silence fell between the two of you. You wanted to bring up that you had kept in contact with Ryanne and Maddie. Even if only sporadically. But you knew that Nolan would feel betrayed at that, with good reason.

You could feel Nolan fiddling with his hands, anxious to bring something up that was lying on the tip of his tongue.

“Just spit it out, Nolan.” You tried to brace yourself for what was about to come but you nothing could really prepare you for this conversation.

“Why did he.. I mean what was the reason, you know. He never told me the real reason…”

You felt your heart stop at his words, you had to take a couple of deep breaths before answering.

“I don’t know, Nolan. He just left me. No reason.”

“But I thought he left you a letter or a note or something?” His words were cautious, unsure if he was even allowed to ask.

“I… I never opened the letter, Nolan. I didn’t want to hear it back then.”

“So where is it now? I mean… maybe you need that closure.” His eyes were soft, searching for yours.

“I burned it. Right after the wedding. I didn’t care about his excuses. He left anyway, all it would do was inflict more pain. So I just burned the letter.”

“Oh..” He fell silent, obviously not expecting this answer from you. The letter wouldn’t have changed anything. But now you couldn’t shake the thought out of your head.

“Why wasn’t I good enough, Nolan? What did I do wrong?” Suddenly everything felt too much. Tear running down your face again, the sobs were returning and you were having a hard time keeping your breathing steady.

“Why, Nolan? Why did he leave me? Why wasn’t I good enough for him?”

Nolan pulled you into his chest. No matter what he would say, this was going to hurt.

“I don’t know why he did what he did. I was as surprised as everyone else when he told me. I tried to change his mind, I swear. But he just didn’t listen.”

“What happened that day Nolan? Before you came to me?”

He pulled back to look you in the eye, agony evident on his face.

“I can’t do it, Pat.” Nolan turned around, Travis was wearing a pained expression on his face, shoulders slumped down, he looked absolutely defeated.

“What do you mean, Teeks? It’s gonna be fine, everyone gets nervous.” Nolan took a few steps towards Travis and put his hand on his shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. Travis moved away from his touch and turned his head away from Nolan.

“I can’t marry her! I just I can’t do it, Pat. I’m too young, I’m not ready!”

Nolan looked at him like he had grown to heads. Anger started to rise up in him.

“Yes you can. Now is not the time to get cold feet. You’re just nervous Teeks.” His tone was starting to get louder and more frantic.

“I… I can’t. You have to go and tell her. The wedding’s o-.” Before Travis could fully finish the sentence Nolan had grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt and pressed him against the wall. His jaw was locked shut and his eyes were furiously glaring at him. Nolan took a deep, slow breath before speaking through gritted teeth.

“No! You’re NOT gonna do this to her! Get your act together Travis. You’re going to walk down that aisle and –“ “I CAN’T DO IT, OK?” Travis’ sudden outburst of anger left Nolan frozen. Slowly his grip on Travis loosened. The anger and fury on his face disappeared and was replaced by something else. An emotion Travis rarely had ever seen on Nolan’s face. Complete and utter disappointment. He let go of the fabric in his hands.

“Why?! At least give me a reason why.” His eyes bore into Travis’ soul. He had to face away.

“I can’t do it. It’s not the right thing to do. I’m too young, we’re too young. It was just a stupid hasty decision, this wouldn’t work. Nolan, you know-“

Nolan dismissed him with a quick hand gesture. He shook his head.

“Save yourself the cheap excuses. I know you better than that, you can’t lie to me…”

“It’s not a lie, Nol-“ “Yes, it is and you know it! You realise that this is going to ruin everything, right? God, the real reason better be something good…”

Nolan slowly turned around and started walking out the door. But before he fully shut it close he turned to Travis one last time.

“I’m never going to forgive you for doing this. And you’ll spent the rest of your life regretting this decision, I’ll tell you that!” An with that he was out of the door, slowly making the hardest walk he’ll ever have to do. To tell you that your fiancé has left you on your wedding day.

Once Nolan finished you stayed silent. How were you supposed to respond to this? Travis’ reasoning didn’t make any sense to you. After a while Nolan spoke up again.

“I know there has to be an other reason. I just know… I just don’t know what it is.”

You sighed deeply, defeated. “It doesn’t matter Nolan. It wouldn’t change anything.”

“Maybe it would. You don’t know.” His voice was barely above a whisper, unsure if you wanted to hear this. You didn’t answer and he knew you well enough that it was time to drop the subject.

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Hanging out with Nolan more also meant hanging out with his girlfriend. Not that you minded. You liked her. She was nice, had a good sense of humour and didn’t seemed to mind that you and Nolan were so close. And you had to give her credit for that.

She lived close to you and since she and Hannah were neighbours you started to hang out with her more and more. Even if Nolan wasn’t around. Sometimes with Hannah as well, recently also without her. Only the two of you. You weren’t exactly sure how much she knew about your past but she knew enough about it to not bring it up.

Tonight was no different. Work was finished for today, Hannah was in her evening yoga class and Nolan was on a roadtrip. Not long after dropping your things at your apartment you made your way to Kelsey’s apartment.

By the time you arrived Kelsey had already started to prepare for dinner. After joining her in the kitchen you started to figure out just how much food she was preparing.

“That’s a lot of food Kels. Are you trying to feed an army, or what?” You jokingly asked, only was your smile swept of your face once you looked at Kelsey. The guilty expression on her face left you frozen.

“Please don’t be mad!” She quickly replied and before you could even question what she meant she had already dropped the surprise on you.

“I invited the girls. It’s the first away game of the season so some of the girls decided to hang out. And I know were really good friends with them, so…”

You stayed silent. You should have know that you couldn’t avoid them forever, especially after starting to hang out with Nolan again. She meant well, you knew that, but you were also incredibly nervous meeting them again. Kelsey took your silence as a bad sign.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to-“

“No, don’t worry. It’s fine. I’m just surprised that is all. And I don’t really know what to expect, so..”

She gave you a soft smile. “They’re happy to see you, if that eases your nerves.”

And they really were. The girls engulfed you in hugs, telling you over and over again how happy they were to see you. You weren’t really sure if you deserved their kindness, after all were you the one that left. But they didn’t seem to hold you responsible for it and seemed understanding enough. You were also more than thankful that they didn’t really bring any of it up. And as you were sitting on the couch next to Maddie later that evening, you couldn’t help but feel like a missing part of you had returned. After all they used to be like a second family to you.

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A couple of nights later you found yourself sitting between Ryanne and Maddie at Wells Fargo Centre. You initially pitched against going to a game with the girls but after seemingly endless messages from the girls, especially Maddie, Ryanne and Alma, you finally gave in. In return they promised to make sure you wouldn’t have to see him and if you would feel uncomfortable they would bring you home.

But you were actually enjoying the game. You used to love going to games and you realised now that even seeing him from afar couldn’t stop you from having fun with the girls. This was enough distance to tell yourself that he was just some hockey player, that just so happened to play for the home team. And there was enough distraction around to forget that he even really existed. Between catching up with the girls and entertaining Gavin, you barely had enough time to even pay attention to the game.

You were just about to lower yourself back into your seat after the second intermission, as a high pitched scream caught your attention. A couple rows in front of you was a bleach blonde girl screaming Travis’ name as the team made their way back onto the benches. You immediately recognized the type of girl she was. You turned to Maddie.

“Almost forgot about those girls, god I certainly haven’t missed seeing them at games,-”

“Or at bars, or literally anywhere near the team? Yeah, they still exist.” Replied Maddie with a humorless laugh. “Not my kind of crowd, but some seem to like it.”

You internally debated whether to ask her what she meant by that, but ultimately choose against it. The 3rd was about to start anyway. The rest of the game passed in a hurry and before you knew it you were walking towards Kelsey’s car. She offered to drive since the two of you lived close by anyway. And Nolan was one of the slower guys out there, so he would just drive himself to Kelsey’s once he was finished.

“Out of all the placed I imagined I’d run into you, this certainly was the last on my list.” You froze. You thought you left quick enough to make sure not to run into any of the players. Apparently you were wrong. You debated if it was best to just ignore him but decided against it.

“Hey, Kev.” You turned to face him with a shy smile.

“Hi Tiny” he replied with a beaming smile. You wanted to be mad at him for using this nickname, but quickly folded and accepted his hug.

“I can’t believe you were able to avoid me for over 2 years.” Although he was joking you detected a sadness that was laced into his voice. You scoffed.

“I didn’t avoid you, Kev. I-“ You defended.

“No, don’t. You don’t have to apologize Y/N, I get it. We all get it. I know you didn’t actively avoid me. I just wish it hadn’t taken us over a year of you being back in Philly to finally cross paths again.”

He wasn’t even trying to hide sadness this time.

“I know. Me too.” You gave him an encouraging smile.

“Can you do me a favor? Unblock me? So we can finally catch up.” His voice was light and you knew then that he wasn’t mad at you for blocking him. Well, you blocked pretty much everyone.

“I have a new number now. But I’ll text you. Okay?” He laughed silently. “Perfect.” And just as you were turning back towards the car he quietly muttered.

“I knew you blocked me and it wasn’t a broken phone like Ryanne told me.” You looked over your shoulder back at him, a glint in his eyes.

“I had to, Kev.” You replied more to yourself than him.

“I know.” And with that you made your way towards Kelsey who was already waiting in her car for you.

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You were crying of laughter, embarrassingly loud in the middle of your favourite café as Kevin told you one of his many ridiculous offseason stories.

“No, Y/N, I swear this is how it happened.” He deep voice filled with laughter, his hands animatedly held up in the air.

Once you recovered from your fit you looked up at him again, only to start giggling again as soon as you looked at his facial expression.

“I swear, I’m not kidding.” His voice was sincere, which made the story even more ridiculous.

“I believe you Kev. Ahh, it’s just so crazy.” You wiped the tears from your eyes as you continued “You always know how to make me laugh.”

He nodded and his smile turned wicked. “Are you going to admit now that you missed me? I can handle that you avoided me. But saying that you didn’t miss me hurt. It wounded me.”

You dramatically rolled your eyes at him. “Yeah yeah, I’m sure you nearly died from the pain.”

“I did! Like a dagger into my heart, Y/N.” But he wasn’t able to keep a straight face for long. You expression turned serious again.

“I did miss you Kev. So much. I misses all of you. You, Nolan, the girls, the team. You used to be my second family. I hate that I gave it all up because of him. I just thought everyone would be on his side, after all I only met all of you because of him. I know now that this wasn’t the case. That you’re on his side I mean.”

Kevin stayed silent for a bit, contemplating what he was about to say.

“We might have only met you through him, but that doesn’t mean we didn’t love you just as much. Or even more. You were probably the reason we loved him so much. You have always been the best part of him.” You felt something tug at your heart. It always felt so heavy talking about him, as if talking about some dead person. In a way that was what it felt like. Him leaving felt as final as a loved one dying. There was a part of you that you lost that day, a part that you wouldn’t get back.

“Do you think if I’d done things differently that..-“ A lump started to form in your throat again. You didn’t want to go down this road, still somehow it always dragged you back into it as soon as he came up.

“Don’t Y/N. Don’t do this to yourself. It was him, not you. There was nothing you could have done.”

You bravely nodded. You were fighting the tears that were threatening to spill.

“Don’t blame yourself, ok? You have to move forward. What’s in the past is in the past. No one can change it now.” He took your hands into his and gave you an encouraging smile.

“Remember what you always told me? Whenever you used to do something that surprised me? That you’re a-“

“A total badass. I’m a total badass and can do anything.” You replied with a smile on your face. “Ah, I almost forgot about that.” You chuckled.

“Don’t forget it! You are too strong to let yourself break over some dumb hockey player.”

The two of you dropped the Travis subject and moved onto better things. You told him about work, your new friends, about home and he told you about Boston, his parents and everything else that he felt was somehow of importance. After a while you felt Kevin starting to get quiet and thoughtful. An indicator that something was on his mind.

“Can I ask you something?” He seemed slightly on edge asking you this. You laughed.

“I was wondering how long it would take you to speak up. What’s on your mind Kev?”

He looked at you for a second, taxing your expression.

“The team Halloween party is next week. And everyone has someone who does a costume with them, so…”

“No, Kev! I’m not coming to the Flyers Halloween party. Absolutely not.” You crossed your arms over your chest. You already let enough people back into your life. Turning up at a teams party was a whole new level. One that you didn’t intend to take.

“Please, Y/N! I can’t go alone. We go as friends, with some amazing costumes. You love Halloween, you can’t say no.” You rolled your eyes as Kevin started pouting at you. Him pouting like a puppy was the last thing you needed, you were basically screwed.

“I’m not part of the team, Kev. And it’s a team’s party.” You tried but deep down you new that Kevin had the better arguments. He was right, you loved Halloween.

“You used to be. And you still are. Everyone wants you to come. I need you to come. I will even let you choose the costumes. And I will be whatever or whoever you want. Please, Y/N.”

He basically had you trapped now. You couldn’t say no to that offer. Unless…

“He’s part of the team. He’s gonna be there and the last thing I want is having to see him.” This was your last resort. Really, it was the only good reason. Kevin let out a sigh of relief.

“He won’t be there, Y/N. I promise. He hasn’t been at a teams party in years. We don’t even bother to invite him anymore. He won’t be there, I promise.”

Game over, Kevin had won. You gave in. Nolan had already mentioned that Travis wasn’t part of any team’s event anymore unless it was officially required.

“Fine. But I get to choose our costumes.” You barely finished the sentence before Kevin swept you up into his arms.

“Whatever you want, princess.”

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This was how you ended up at Claude and Ryanne’s house on Halloween. Kevin surprisingly kept his promise. Dressing up in the most ridiculous outfit. You wore matching 80s aerobics outfits. Only was Kev’s leotard probably two sizes to small and in combination with the pink leggings, the neon green legwarmers, the white sneakers and the yellow sweatbands the wildest thing you’d seen in your life. Your colour scheme was slightly less flamboyant. Still you felt like you’d just escaped out of a 80s sports magazine.

You weren’t the only one who was absolutely baffled by Kevin’s willingness to rock such an outfit. The entire team was hollering and whistling when you arrived and there wasn’t a single person who didn’t ask the two of you to pose in a photo with them during the evening. You couldn’t remember the last time you had so much fun. It must have been years. But from the moment you stepped into the house the team treated you as if you never left. They joked with you, danced with you, drank with you, just like old times. And you were beyond glad that not a single soul was bringing up anything Travis related.

Eventually the evening was drawing towards its close. Midnight not too far away, when Ivan got up to open the door to someone ringing. You weren’t even paying enough attention to realise until Kevin was whispering about somebody probably mistaking the house for an other. You expected Ivan to return quickly but it seemed to drag on and once he finally returned he wasn’t alone.

He looked at you before anyone else and mouthing a quick “I’m sorry” to you before revealing who had knocked on the door.

The moment you saw him you felt sick to your stomach, Kev quickly threw an arm around your shoulder and out of the corner of your eye you could see Claude standing up. Nolan followed shortly after.

“We were about to call it a night, TK. You should go home. And you should really ask first before showing up at a party. Especially if you bring a fan.”

It was only then that you realised that he wasn’t alone. A barely dressed, tall blonde was standing behind him. A felt a stab in your heart. He’d brought someone.

“She’s not a fan, she’s my girl.” His words were slurred, the alcohol he consumed evident in his voice.

You felt like you were about to throw up, so you quickly rose to your feet. Kevin was only seconds behind, already addressing the room. As you started to move towards the door you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d seen the girl before.

“Alright guys, we’re about to head out. It’s getting late.” He took your hand into his, moving across the room. The rest of the team started to move too. The tension in the room was unmistakable. You gripped Kevin’s hand thighter. You nearly made it past Travis without him making a comment. Nearly.

“Well, Hayesy brought a fan. No way that’s his girl. So why can’t I bring my-?”

Nolan cut him off before he could finish, his voice colder than ice.

“Shut up Teeks, you weren’t even invited.”

Your head had started spinning the moment the word fan left Travis’ lips. You knew you looked a bit different in your Halloween costume but this? Did he seriously not recognize you?

Kevin was gently tugging at your hand, trying to maneuver you out of the house and out of this sticky situation. You knew that he was doing the right thing and was trying to protect you. But instead of allowing him to lead you out of the door, you ripped your hand from his grip. Anger had started to bubble up inside and as soon as you looked at Travis again it boiled over. To say you were angry was an understatement, you were absolutely vicious.

“ You piece of shit! You’re a fucking coward Travis.” You voice was laced with venom, nearly sitting these words into his face. Kevin put his arms around you again, this time without letting you go and pulling you towards the door.

“I can’t believe you switched me out for some puckbunny. You-“ But Kevin had already dragged you out of the door before you could finish your sentence. And before you knew it Kevin had led you to his car.

“Y/N, I swear he wasn’t supposed to show up.“ You knew he meant it, his voice laced with sincerity.

“Who is she? The girl. I know her from somewhere. Who is she?” Kevin looked at you for a moment. When he didn’t reply, your voice rose. “Kev!”

“I don’t know, okay? Just… just some girl.” But his hesitation made you cautious. “But you’ve seen her before?”

It wasn’t really a question, more of a statement. He looked away when he replied.

“Only a few times.”

But his innuendo was strong enough to know exactly what he meant with that.

And then it dawned on you. She was the girl you saw at the game a few nights back. She was his new girl.

Part 3

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theculturedmarxist · 3 years

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The University of North Carolina has rescinded its offer of a tenured journalism professor position to the author of the New York Times '1619 Project' after an intense backlash.

Instead, UNC officials confirmed this week that Nikole Hannah-Jones, who won the Pulitzer Prize for the 2019 series which 'reframed' American history to focus on when the first Africans arrived to Virginia as slaves, will join its faculty this summer with a five-year contract.

That means one of the New York Times's most vaunted reporters who the newspaper has doggedly stood by even as the project has come under withering criticism by historians for its inaccuracies didn't qualify for a permanent appointment.

The university's Hussman School of Journalism and Media had announced late last month that Hannah-Jones had been tapped for its Knight Chair in Race and Investigative Journalism, a tenured professorship.

The news was swiftly condemned by conservative political groups with links to the UNC Board of Governors which oversees the state university's 16-campus system, according to NC Policy Watch.

Among the loudest critics was the The James G. Martin Center for Academic Renewal, which argued that Hannah-Jones is unqualified for the position because her 1619 Project was 'unfactual and biased'.

The conservative watchdog group said her hiring signaled 'a degradation of journalistic standards, which should deter any serious student from applying to the journalism school'.

The 1619 Project proved a cultural lightening rod, drawing criticism from some historians who said it was a cynical view of American history - and also contained inaccuracies and generalizations.

The backlash over Hannah-Jones' hiring proved fierce enough to cause UNC to dramatically reduce its offer to a mere five-year contract - with the possibility of tenure after that but no guarantee.

A member of the Board of Trustees at UNC's main Chapel Hill campus explained the decision to NC Policy Watch, saying that it all came down to politics.

'This is a very political thing,' said the trustee, who asked to remain anonymous. 'The university and the Board of Trustees and the Board of Governors and the Legislature have all been getting pressure since this thing was first announced last month.

'There have been people writing letters and making calls, for and against. But I will leave it to you which is carrying more weight.'

'It's maybe not a solution that is going to please everyone. Maybe it won't please anyone. But if this was going to happen, this was the way to get it done.'

Susan King, the dean of UNC Hussman, called the decision 'disappointing'.

'It's not what we wanted and I am afraid it will have a chilling effect,' King said, according to NC Policy Watch.

Daniel Kreiss, an associate professor at Hussman, also condemned the controversy over Hannah-Jones' hiring.

'Obviously, they knew the hiring could be controversial,' he said. 'But I think it's all quite silly to be honest.

'Nikole Hannah-Jones is one of the most prominent journalists in the United States, frankly in the world, today and [is] doing exactly the kind of work that is necessary to help the US come to terms with its racial history.

'She's an alum we're frankly quite proud of and should be. We've had her in to give numerous talks over the years. Like her work, they've been rigorous, historical, investigative, and it makes a strong and forceful argument for coming to a full understanding of the US's history to move forward from there.'

Hannah-Jones has not publicly commented on the news that she will no longer be eligible for tenure.

In a statement on April 27, Hannah-Jones said her UNC courses would teach how to write stories that are 'truly reflective of our multiracial nation.'

It's sort of a homecoming for Hannah-Jones, who is a MacArthur Fellowship Genius Grant recipient. She got a master's degree from Hussman in 2003.

'This is a full-circle moment for me as I return to the place that launched my career to help launch the careers of other aspiring journalists,' she tweeted on Monday. 'I'm so excited to continue mentoring students from the classroom and for all I will learn from them.'

She said she'd still be at the New York Times where she wrote the 1619 Project, which was published in 2019 as a collection of essays, photo essays, poems and short fiction stories.

She joined the New York Times in 2015 after working at ProPublica, the Oregonian, the Raleigh News & Observer and the Chapel Hill News, according to a release from the school.

Teaching at UNC is a sort of homecoming for Hannah-Jones, who graduated from Hussman in 2013.

Hannah-Jones became a household name in journalism with the 1619 Project - which was slammed by former President Donald Trump as 'totally discredited' and part of the 'twisted web of lies' that has caught fire in American universities that teach American is a 'wicked and racist nation.'

Trump formed a '1776 Commission' in response to teach 'patriotism.' It released a report this year before being ended by President Joe Biden.

The series 'reframed' American history to have it start in 1619, when the first slaves from Africa arrived to Virginia, instead of 1776, when the founding fathers declared independence from Britain.

In her essay, Hannah-Jones wrote that slaves laid the foundations of the US Capitol and built founding fathers' plantations. She said the 'relentless buying, selling, insuring and financing of their bodies' made Wall Street and New York City the financial capital of the world.

'Before the abolishment of the international slave trade, 400,000 enslaved Africans would be sold into America. Those individuals and their descendants transformed the lands to which they'd been brought into some of the most successful colonies in the British Empire,' Hannah-Jones wrote.

'But it would be historically inaccurate to reduce the contributions of black people to the vast material wealth created by our bondage,' she said. 'Black Americans have also been, and continue to be, foundational to the idea of American freedom. More than any other group in this country's history, we have served, generation after generation, in an overlooked but vital role: It is we who have been the perfecters of this democracy.'

The project heralded by some and criticized by others, including a number of historians and Trump, who adamantly opposed the idea that it should be taught in classrooms.

Princeton historian Sean Wilentz criticized the '1619 Project', and some of Hannah-Jones's other work, in a letter sent to top Times editors and the publisher, The Atlantic reported in December 2019.

The letter, which was signed by other scholars James McPherson, Gordon Wood, Victoria Bynum, and James Oakes refers to 'matters of verifiable fact' that 'cannot be described as interpretation or "framing''' and says the project reflected 'a displacement of historical understanding by ideology,' The Atlantic reported.

Wilentz and the other signatories demanded corrections.

Trump called it 'revisionist history' and threatened to withhold federal funding from public schools that used it.

Republican lawmakers in a handful of states, including Iowa and Missouri, are continuing his fight to ban it from schools.

Bills were introduced in those state legislatures that would punish school districts that use the '1619 Project' by cutting federal funding.

A major critic of the project has been The Heritage Foundation, which says it 'has been tireless in its efforts to debunk the radical and anti-American positions taken by The New York Times and the '1619 Project.'

One of The Heritage Foundation's articles pointed out post-publication edits that the Times made, including changing a in Hannah-Jones' leading article in the series to say that 'some of' the colonists fought the American Revolution to defend slavery.

'The editors called this a 'small' clarification, and it was indeed very small, although considering that the 1619 Project's full-throated commitment to demonstrating that American history can only be explained through the lens of slavery, this correction appears nothing short of essential,' Heritage policy expert Jonathan Butcher, a senior policy analyst for Heritage's Center for Education Policy, wrote.

One of the project's supporters, Seth Rockman, an associate professor of history at Brown University, wrote in an op-ed for the Washington Post that the project 'is a testament to patriotism, not a repudiation.'

Rockman wrote that history is 'an ongoing conversation in which trained professionals and multiple publics wrestle with the meaning of the past' and disagreement is desirable 'as it shows us that something important is at stake.'

He said there are warranted criticisms that 'we should spend our time debating,' for example the project was 'insufficiently attentive' about how the Native Americans lost their land.

Trump suggested, however, that the project's teachings were dangerous.

'Critical race theory, the 1619 project, and the crusade against American history is toxic propaganda, ideological poison that if not removed will dissolve the civic bonds that tie us together,' he said, according to the Atlantic. 'It will destroy our country.'

Hannah-Jones, meanwhile, said on Twitter that 'history, in general, is contested.'

'The project unsettled many. I think that is good.'

#1619 project #bourgeois history

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tsarinastorm · 4 years

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Season 7-Adam Sackler/Reader-Chapter 8

Rating: Explicit.

Here is Chapter 8, sorry it took me so long!

“Fuck me harder coach,” you tell Adam as he thrusts into you from behind. You’re lying in the spooning position with your leg hitched up to the side resting on his hip. His arm is wrapped around your hips, holding you place as he drives into. He rocks into roughly, making the bed squeak, and he says, “I need to stretch you out, get you ready for the game.”

“You stretch me so good sir,” you tell him and he lines up his hips at a different angle that hits your g-spot just right. You moan and take your hand down to draw circles on your clit. Adam pulls your hand away to replace it with his own. He says, “No only the coach gets to play with you.”

He grunts as plows into you, and you make an effort to arch your back so your ass is flush up against him again. His hands press harder on your clit and you love the feeling of his cock dragging along g-spot. Your orgasm makes your whole body spasm, and Adam lets you ride it out.

“Did coach make you come?” He asks and when you answer satisfactorily, he maneuvers you into a new position. That’s one of your favorite things about having sex with Adam, he’s willing to try new positions and he moves you into them. You’ll admit that you like being ‘manhandled’ in the bedroom. Now, you’re lying on your back, with your legs together and near your chest with your ass higher in the air. He holds the back of your legs as he re-enters you. Holy shit he’s deep in you. You can tell he’s close too because his breathes are ragged and his thrusts are getting sloppy.

“Oh coach you better pull out,” you say and he looks at you confused for a second, and you make a facial gesture that tells him that he doesn’t actually have to pull out. He thrust three more times before you feel his cock twitch and feel his cum fill you. Adam let’s his hand drop from your legs and he settles on top of you, saying, “Ah sorry kid, coach didn’t pull out in time.”

You smile and he leans into kiss you before rolling off you, gathering you in his arms. Adam was definitely into post-coital cuddling. You oblige and lay your head on his chest while his arm stays around your shoulders. Then, you decide you better break the news to him sooner rather than later. Raising up so your chin is resting on his chest, he looks at you skeptically, knowing that you’re about to tell him something he may not like.

“You know how it’s my birthday weekend and my friends are throwing me a party?” You ask and he says, “Uh-huh. Hannah told me when and where to show up. Though I have my own thoughts for how we can celebrate.”

“Well some of my friends from back home are coming in,” you say with a bit of caution. He sits up so he’s looking down on you. He responds with, “Okay, that’s good. I’m assuming they’ll want to meet me, and you’ll want me to meet them.”

“Yeah, you guys are really going to get to know each other because they’re staying here while they’re in the city,” You say in an excited voice, hoping that he’ll accept it.

“Wait, what?! When were you going to tell me?” He asks and sets up to look directly at you. You set up on your elbow in response.

“I didn’t want you to stress about it. I’m sure it will be fine.”

“I wish you would have told me sooner,” He says and surprisingly he doesn’t argue with you over it. It really just must be Hannah and friends he doesn’t like, either that or he doesn’t want to pick a fight. He moves closer to you, and you snuggle into him, hoping to get some sleep before round two starts.

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Adam holds Y/N’s hand as they sit in the cab on the way to the party, her friends are sitting around her, chattering away. Y/N’s friends that weren’t that bad, but he had no clue what they were talking about. It was nice to be able to be around his girlfriend’s friends without wanting to zone all of them out, and never see them again for six months. They were actually tolerable, and up until now he could have meaningful conversation with them, but he was happy that Y/N was happy. The cab pulls up to the bar that Hannah and Marnie booked for the party, and all of Y/N’s friends work their way out of the car but Y/N stays behind them, with him. She bumps into him, never unlacing her hand from his as they walk inside. Once they’re to the door, she leans up to kiss him. He can’t resist taking his free hand to the side of her neck and deepening the kiss.

She smiles at him and he thinks he feels like he’s on fire. All he feels when he looks at her is love, and gratefulness that she’s in his life with him. This is made worse by the fact that she’s wearing a skimpy, pale pink romper that is short, and silk at that. He wishes he could have kept her at home in that outfit and fucked her senseless, but showing her off had its advantages too. As soon they walk in, Hannah, Marnie and Shosh swarm Y/N and he waits awkwardly until they’ve moved on. He waits at a table while Y/N gets their drinks. He watches the partygoers go about their business, and Y/N mingles with some of her friends. Then he notices that Y/N has been talking to Ray for some time now, and Ray even touches her arm. Rationally he know that he has no reason to worry and he shouldn’t be possessive but there’s a part of his ego that won’t tolerate another man getting to close to his girl.

Adam decides to give Ray a minute or two to walk away and when he doesn’t, Adam heads over to the spot where Y/N and Ray are talking. He joins them, and apparently Ray is teasing Y/N over her tastes in drinks, coffee, and men. Adam’s arm goes around Y/N’s waist, Y/N turns to face him and asks, “Decide to join us?”

“Mm-hmm.” He answers, and Y/N shoots him a concerned look. Adam just doesn’t like the way that Ray is looking at her like she’s a piece of meat or something. He is trying to keep his cool, if not for himself, but for Y/N; sadly, it’s not working. “I told you, your taste is questionable,” Ray says, chuckling, and Adam knows it’s directed at him so he glares in response. Y/N leans into Adam, placing her arms around his waist, claiming him, and informs Ray, “Taste is subjective, but it doesn’t look like your taste is any better,” almost on cue Shosh and Marnie walk by, and Y/N rolls her eyes towards them.

Adam is pleased to that Y/N is sticking up for him, and proud of him. He wants to get her home, or maybe take her to the bathroom of this place, and show her how much he adores her. Y/N gives him a quick kiss on his cheek, before she talks to one of her friends a few feet away. Ray steps closer to Adam and says, “I like her more than Hannah, or Jessa for that manner. I get why you’re into her, she definitely doesn’t wear overall shorts.”

“Why does it matter to you if she wears overalls or not? Do you want to fuck her or something,” Adam shouts accusingly at Ray, while sticking his finger in his chest. What the fuck did Ray mean when he said that? Adam’s seeing red, Ray backs away quickly, saying, “Man, it was a compliment, just a compliment. You’re losing you’re fucking cool.”

�� Adam starts to cool off and realize that maybe he was over-reacting, but the damage is already done. Y/N, her friend, and others are staring at him and Ray. Y/N gives him a death glare, before pulling him aside. Once they’ve stepped away from the crowd, Y/N begins scolding him, “What the hell was that Adam? You know Ray is harmless. What was he even saying that made you freak out?”

“He said some stupid shit about liking you better than my other exes. Then he made a comment about you not wearing overall shorts,” He answers and he realizes how ridiculous he must sound. Y/N’s face shows that she’s not comprehending why he found what Ray said to be offensive. Adam’s right about Y/N’s confusion because she asks, “Well I don’t wear overall shorts…I don’t see the problem.”

“I didn’t like the way he said it, he said it like he wanted to fuck you,” Adam huffs. He crosses his arms, and wishes he could drink or even smoke a cigarette. Y/N isn’t going to let this go, she shouts, “Why does it matter if he wants to fuck me or not? I’m not going to fuck him regardless. The only person I’m going to fuck is you.”

Adam sits down in a chair nearby, and pulls Y/N to him. He wraps his arms around her and places his head on her chest. She’s still angry at him so she sighs at first, then she runs her fingers through his hair. After remaining that way for a minute, Y/N steps away from him, telling him, “You’re going to behave the rest of the night. And we’re going to enjoy the rest of my party, alright?”

He nods and follows her back to the main room. Her hand finds his and entwines his fingers with hers, he smiles.

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You walk back into the main room of your party with Adam by your side. You don’t know what got into him, he had no reason to yell at Ray like that. But you knew Adam had been busy with rehearsals and entertaining your friends so you chose to ignore the outburst as long as it was the last one. Besides, you could punish him for it later. Needing a refill on your drink, you head towards the bar, and as you sit down waiting for the bartender to take your order, you reminisce about how you had met Adam at this same bar, even though that night didn’t end as planned. You give the bartender your drink order and the passcode for free drinks. As you take a sip, Byron comes up to sit by you. You nod and give him a slight smile.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry for what happened that night.” Byron says and you’re shocked by his admission.

“We were both exceedingly intoxicated, I accept your apology.” You say, and you decide to ask him, “Did you ever tell Shosh about it?”

“No, I don’t want to ruin our relationship. What about you? Did you tell your boyfriend?” He asks and you both try to keep your voice down. You told about the stuff that happened but you didn’t tell him it was Shoshanna’s husband. You knew you needed to tell him the whole truth, and swore to yourself you’d come clean after his play was over.

“Of course not! Why would I tell Adam that I fucked one of my friend’s husband before I met him and before my friend was my friend?” You shout in a whispered voice. Then, you take a drink from your glass. Byron responds with, “Exactly, now imagine you’re married and you’ll understand my position.”

“Well we’re going to have to tell them sometime, we can’t keep hiding the truth,” You say, and you do understand his point. You’re also not the type to keep telling a lie or hide a truth because it always comes back to bite you in the ass.

“We’ll tell them just not in the immediate future,” he says matter-of-factly. Clearly this conversation is going nowhere. Seeing Adam desperately trying to get out of a conversation with Hannah in the distance makes you decide to end this encounter. You tell Byron, “Alright then, whatever you say.”

As you make your way over to where Adam and Hannah are standing, you swear you see Jessa walk the other way. There’s no way it could be her, why would she be here? Long, mermaid-like blonde hair and a prominent ass could describe a million people living in the city. You shake it off, and try to salvage the rest of your night.

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“G’night, I’m so glad you guys were able to make it in for my birthday,” you tell your friends giving them a squeeze as they grab bottles of water and ibuprofen to take with them to their rooms. You and Adam head to your master suite. You’ve barely stepped through the door way and closed the door before Adam is on top of you. His lips crash unto yours, his hands going to cling to your waist then to the straps of your dress. You push him back gently and his eyes search you for a reason. You peel your spaghetti straps off your shoulders slowly and he watches with pupils dilated. You aren’t wearing a bra, and only have a lacy thong on. You motion for him to come closer.

“Here’s how things are going to go tonight, Mister: you’re going to make me cum, but your cock won’t get me tonight.” You inform him, and he takes off his shirt, then the second part of your statement kicks in as confusion goes across his face. He asks, “What do you mean?”

“I mean your cock won’t get touched by my hand, my mouth, or my cunt tonight. Only your own hand,” You say and push him to sit down on the bed. You can tell that he’s thinking about begging.

“Are you going to complain about it or are you going to be a good boy?” You ask as you straddle his lap. His cock is already straining against his jeans, but he’ll get to come later. When your face is dangerously close to the pulse point on his neck and your hips are hovering over his crotch, he says, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

Your lips then nibble on his pulse point and you grind your hips on his, using his erection to build your own pleasure. His hands go to squeeze your ass and as you arch your back, he lavishes kisses on your breasts.

“Lay down on the bed. Take off your pants, and stroke yourself until I tell you to stop.” You command, standing up to remove yourself from him. He groans when he loses contact but he follows your orders. You take off your panties and take a moment to enjoy the view: Adam laying on the bed naked resting on the pillows while he pumps his big, hard cock is a sight to behold. You climb on bed beside him and he watches you. His eyes taking in your naked body like they always do. You say, “I want to sit on your face and ride it like I would your cock.”

He pumps his cock harder at that, and he’s starting to look wild. Adam being the kinky bastard he is, he tells you, “What are you waiting for then? Ride my fucking face.”

You take his invitation and you straddle his shoulders with your cunt barely above his lips. Feeling his arm flex, you bark one more order before fully lowering unto him, “Stop touching yourself. You’ll cum when I tell you to cum.”

He obeys this command but you hear a growl/groan come out of his throat. His arms wrap around your legs, and his hands grasp up at your ass. You grip the headboard to hold yourself steady then you finish lowering yourself until you feel his breath on your lips. Then, Adam’s lips roll your clit before he licks your lips and gently tugs your labia between his teeth. You knew this would probably feel good but this was something else. You can feel your orgasm quickly building and you need to slow down. Adam moves downward and his tongue starts thrusting into your entrance as his nose is bumping on your clit. You rock your hips slightly, feeling the coil forming before it’s near unwinding. Adam must sense that your close because his tongue moves to roll your clit, then he sucks on it, which sets you over the edge. Fireworks are going off through your nerves, your body tenses, you moan, rocking your hips to ride out your orgasm.

It takes you a minute to recover, and Adam’s arms hold you steady. Then as soon as you come back to earth, you move off of Adam, suddenly worried that you might have suffocated. When you look at him, he looks like the one who’s wrecked. Your eyes drift down, and his cock is still rock hard.

Your hands go down to your clit, determined to get another orgasm. Adam notices and replaces your hand with his. You realize that he’s waiting for your permission and you tell him, “Touch yourself. I want to see your cum everywhere.”

He starts pumping his cock with his free hand as the other makes quick work of your clit. When he’s worked you back into a frenzy, you announce, “I’m cuming, cum with me.”

Adam makes eye contact with you, and you move in to kiss him as your second orgasm over takes you. You moan in his mouth, and moments later he’s groaning as he cums. His cum covers his chest and abdomen, he grabs your face to kiss you deeply. You stand up, grab his shirt and clean him off. He looks at you adoringly before saying, “I love you. Don’t ever doubt it, I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too,” you tell him, kissing his forehead, pulling up the covers over the two of you as you readjust the pillows before sleeping. He opens up his arms, waiting for you to cuddle close to him. You settle into his arms and just as you start drifting to sleep, you hear Adam ask you, “Can I still fuck you later?”

You chuckle softly, then say, “Yeah, if you let me sleep first.”

Adam’s arm tightens around you as he responds, “I love you, Y/N” and his face nuzzles into your hair.

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The next morning when you get up to see your friends out. They have a flight mid-morning so you’re up earlier than you’d like for a weekend morning. You walk them to their car, tell them goodbye then plan to crawl back in bed for a few more hours. When you left the apartment, Adam was still sleeping, un-stirred by your movements, even as you had to peel his limbs off of you. Everything is normal, until you get to your bedroom, where you notice a wooden chest at the end of your bed. It’s a mix of light wood and dark wood, and beautiful. You admire it, then you catch Adam watching you.

“Adam, what do you know about this?” Asking while you gesture to the chest. Adam answers, “happy birthday! That’s your gift, do you like it?”

“Do I like it, I love it! It’s so beautiful, did you make it?” You ask, then jump on top of him in bed. He nods and you pepper kisses all over his face. He says, “You said your parents and grandparents had chests, you wanted one but you didn’t know how to get one here. I made you one, and had your friends help me maneuver it in here.”

“You’re the best boyfriend. I love you Adam” You kiss him deeply with your tongue immediately exploring his mouth. He kisses you back, then surprises you by rolling you over so he’s on top. He stops, looks serious, then asks, “Can I fuck you now?”

You nod your head yes, and he gets to work.

@misskitred @klauscarolove @shesakillerkween @annepamgkrth @og-selene

#adam sackler #adam sackler x reader #adam sackler smut #girls hbo #hbo girls #adam driver

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hms-chill · 4 years

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Scarred

Fandom: American Hippo - Sarah Gailey

Ship: Winslow Houndstooth / Hero Shackleby

Rating: G

Summary: I had a lot of feelings about American Hippo and none of y'all wrote fanfic for me to try and process them, so I'm doing it myself three years after the books came out. Just a nice tender moment after the end of Taste of Marrow because these characters deserve a break.

Just a heads up, but this contains some pretty massive spoilers for the series.

"Hero?" Winslow asks the darkness of their bedroom. He'd been pretty sure they were awake, but it's still a relief when they hum in response, lazily trailing a hand down his arm. "Why don't I see you shirtless anymore?"

They move a bit more, shifting in bed to face him and ask, "what do you mean?"

He gets the feeling they know exactly what he means, but he pushes on anyway, rubbing at the back of his neck a bit. "Well, I know we didn't have all that much time together before, but it's hot out here, and you'd unbutton your shirt and just let it hang open sometimes back then. Or that night before the Harriet, when we were together, you had it off then, and you didn't seem to mind when I loved it. And you... you're beautiful, Hero, all of you, but ever since the Harriet, you've... you've stayed covered up."

"Well, uh, our friend Adelia did a bit of a number on me," they say, and there's no humor in their laugh. "I'm, uh, I'm just not so sure you'd be too happy with my new look is all."

"Hero, what-- I love you. I've loved you through what felt like the end of the world, and I've hunted you down through months of what felt like the apocalypse. Nothing that's happened to you could ever make me love you any less."

They sit up suddenly, and Winslow feels the movement in the bed more than he sees it. Hero shifts a bit, and Winslow tries to imagine them unbuttoning their shirt, thinking back to that night so long ago when he'd done the same in front of the dying embers of their campfire. The bed shifts again as they lie back down, and then there's a hand on Winslow's, reaching through the darkness to gently guide him to Hero's torso. His fingers find their stomach first, a think rope of scar tissue slashed across it that wasn't there the last time. He trails it with his fingers, imagining how it must look against their skin, then shifts forward. Hero goes still as he presses a gentle kiss to their stomach, trailing his fingers along the scar and trailing soft kisses after them like a hop after its mother. Wordlessly, they bring his hand up their chest to another scar, and this time, he can feel their heartbeat as he ghosts his fingers across it. When he kisses this scar too, feather-light and as tender as he can, he feels their heartbeat quicken.

"Hero Shackleby, you are the most daggum beautiful person either side of the Mississippi," he tells them, reaching a hand up to try and get his own shirt open without ever losing contact with them. They seem to realize what he's doing after a moment, and their hands replace his, gently helping him with the buttons until the shirt falls open. Then, with one hand still on their chest, Winslow guides their hand to the scar across his own.

"We just match is all," he says, hoping they can hear his smile even if they can't see it in the darkness. "I used to hate this scar, but that night early on, it... it was what got you to touch me the first time. It helped me open up to you a bit. And now, when I see it, it's not... it's less a reminder of what I lost, and more a reminder of what we found and built together."

"Here I thought you might be disappointed in me," Hero says, their voice thick.

"Never," Winslow tells them. He shifts up a bit in the bed to kiss their lips, one hand tracing along a scar while the other cups their face, gently wiping at the tears it finds.

"How did I get so lucky as to have you?" they ask, and Winslow chuckles a bit.

"I ask myself the same thing every day. I'm not sure what kinda god would reward me for what I've done, but whoever's up there gave me you, and that's the best thing I could imagine."

Hero leans up to kiss him then, and Winslow shuts up happily, reveling in their closeness and letting the darkness and crickets and the sounds of sleeping hippos wrap around them like a blanket.

"I think... I don't know if I'll show them off around the ranch; I don't want Ysabel to ask questions or to make Adelia feel bad. But here, where it's just the two of us, I... I think maybe we could figure something out."

Winslow hums, pressing another kiss to a scar, and they fall asleep with his head on their chest. And, when they wake up the next morning, the light of the rising sun paints two scarred chests a brilliant gold.

On AO3

Notes:

I wrote this in like an hour and don't have River of Teeth on me, so uh... if the little flashback scenes are off that's why. But the fact that there was no content for this series was a crime that I had to remedy, so I hope y'all can forgive me.

Want to support the Hannah Makes Art fund? You can tip me in ko-fi here!

#american hippo #hero shackleby #winslow houndstooth #winslow houndstooth/hero shackleby #american hippo fluff #pure fluff #tooth rotting fluff #river of teeth #taste of marrow #there's no fandom for this series so I'm creating it myself

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hannah-deserved-better · 4 years

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Reflections of Castiel

Title:‌ ‌‌Reflections of Castiel ‌

Link‌:‌ ‌https://archiveofourown.org/users/Hannah_Girl

Square‌ ‌Filled:‌ Castiel

Ship:‌ ‌‌Hanstiel

Rating:‌ G

Tags:‌ No warnings

Summary‌:‌ Hannah watches over Castiel as he sleeps.

Word‌ ‌Count‌:‌ ‌‌ 1349

Created‌ ‌for‌ ‌‌@spnrareshipbingo‌

It was another long night. Castiel had to pull to the side of the road and try to get some sleep. Late at night, as Hannah sat silently in the passenger seat, watching Castiel sleep soundly, his head leaning against the driver’s side door, the full moon overhead casting its soft light on him, he seemed frail, vulnerable.

It wasn’t just the diminishing grace, although it’s what concerned Hannah the most. As she watched the other angel sleep, she could also tell there was something else. It wasn’t the fact that he seemed to need more sleep, a sign that his grace was leaving him, but there was a feeling about him. It was something Hannah didn’t quite understand. This sense of defeat.

It was as if Castiel had long since given up. Given up on everything. On Heaven, on Earth, on his own life. She felt it every time she brought up his diminishing grace, every time she begged him to take care of himself. He resisted.

As Hannah watched over him, protecting him while he slept, she worried. She thought back on the time she had known Castiel. When they first met, it was Hannah who needed him. After being left alone in that warehouse, beaten and hurt, surrounded by the bodies of angels that she had seen brutally murdered. She had been left shaken and afraid, the sole survivor. And that was all after being dropped onto this strange world so suddenly.

She realized who he was immediately. She knew he was Castiel. Every angel had heard of him. Every angel wanted to kill him. After all, he’d been responsible for the fall, he’d murdered so many of his own kind in the war with Raphael and his encounter with the Leviathans. He’d brought them all to the brink of extinction.

And now they were all without their wings. Hannah should want him dead too. But she never, not once, thought that. She realized that in her position, it would be so easy. All the other angels would want to be in her position right now, watching Castiel wither away, the result of stealing another angel’s grace. They’d think he deserved it.

And there was a small instance when Hannah, too, felt her admiration in Castiel falter. When she’d learned about the grace when she began to doubt him. For a fleeting moment, she thought maybe the other angels had it right about him. Perhaps he was the spanner in the works that she should be wary of.

But that moment didn’t last long. And she never really needed much convincing to return to his side. She didn’t really understand why. Why was she so drawn to him when other angels weren’t? Was it because he helped her? Or maybe it was because, deep down, past all the eons of angelic conditioning, past the hardened belief in law and order and obedience to angelic principles, she envied him. He was different than other angels.

Hannah had begun to realize that faults in Heaven. Before, she was just a soldier carrying out orders, doing what she was told. But then angels like Naomi and Bartholemew and Metatron schemed and plotted to gain power for themselves. That isn’t how angels were supposed to be. So power-hungry. So caught up in their own schemes to make themselves powerful.

Castiel wasn’t that sort of angel. He was neither a follower nor a power-hungry opportunist. He was humble, he was true. He valued freedom over law and order. And perhaps it was this freedom that had led to his current situation. When angels are given too much freedom to choose, what happens when they make too many wrong decisions.

Yet, despite his mistakes, Hannah still admired him. She was still by his side, and she didn’t want to be anywhere else. She’d valued these last few days here on Earth, learning from him. She’d learned more about life and love than she had ever learned up in Heaven, and Castiel had been her teacher. He’d taught her about emotions, about hope, about love.

Love… it was a human thing. It shouldn’t be for her. Yet, as she sat there watching the sleeping angel next to her, she wondered, if maybe, she could have it too. She didn’t really understand love. She didn’t know what it meant. But she did know that this feeling was growing inside of her. From a small inkling that had made her stay with him, to the internal agony she felt every time she watched him suffer.

And it did hurt. She realized that. It wasn’t a kind of pain she’d ever experienced before. It didn’t come from an injury, it wasn’t the same pain she’d felt when Gadreel had hurt her, or when Adina had cut her. No, this was different. It was a pain she felt whenever she saw Castiel waver on his feet when it seemed to take all of his strength just to keep going.

It was the pain she felt when she begged him to take care of himself, and he refused. It brought her nearly to tears each time. Because every time she failed to get him to focus on himself was one step closer to his death. And that was a pain she didn’t want to experience at all.

This love. Was it the reason she had been willing to make a deal with Metatron? Something that she would have found unfathomable before. In desperation to keep Castiel alive, she had been willing to consider letting Metatron back out into the world again. Just to save one angel. Even if opening that cell door would have cost her her own life. It didn’t matter, as long as Castiel was safe.

Other angels wouldn’t like these thoughts. They’d say she was weak, that she was a traitor for siding with someone so hated among angels. Some had even compared Castiel to Lucifer. Some even said he was worse.

But Hannah couldn’t agree. Castiel was nothing like Lucifer. Castiel was unique. He was selfless. He was courageous. He cared for these humans, unlike any other angel ever had. He protected him.

“Then, you carry on…” Castiel’s words echoed in her mind. She’d quickly pushed them away. She couldn’t believe that he trusted her like that. That her admiration in him could be mutual. That he had enough faith in her that he was comfortable dying, thinking she could carry on his legacy.

No one had ever had that kind of faith in Hannah. She was just a soldier. She obeyed Heaven’s will. That is until she met Castiel. Now her once unwavering faith in her own angelic convictions was starting to falter. She was thrown into internal conflict all because of this angel. Maybe this is what the angels had warned her about. And perhaps she was too far gone to turn back now.

And she didn’t want to turn back. She gazed over to Castiel, her thoughts focusing in on him. He was everything to her. No matter what, she promised herself, she wouldn’t let him fade away. Some way, somehow, she had to save him. Because she needed him to be alive, and not only her, but Heaven needed him. Even if the other angels didn’t want to admit it.

Castiel may not see his own worth, but Hannah did. He may be hated among angels, but even if she tried, she could never hate him. She had nothing but love for him. As she leaned over in her chair, she took his hand in hers and squeezed it. He stirred briefly, but remained asleep.

“I’m going to take care of you, Castiel,” Hannah whispered softly into the stillness of the night. “I’m not going to let you die. I don’t care what I have to do. Castiel…”

As she murmured his name, she pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. She knew he’d have no recollection of this when he woke, but she’d know. And somehow, maybe she hoped that she could transfer her strength to him.

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Curled up on the floor, Iden sits down inside Grave’s body as she watches him from within his own, a frown etched onto his face as she used it.

“You okay?” Grave questions, though Iden’s voice comes out, creating a strange sensation as she hears it back.

“I’m fine, just didn’t expect the pain… and the sight.” Iden explains, nodding as he attempts to adjust to the distorted vision and dull pain of Grave’s body.

“Oh…” Grave pulls a sad face as she watches Iden curl up. “I forgot to mention that… sorry.” She apologises, so used to the pain in her own body that it barely came as an afterthought to her before it wasn’t there anymore.

“Its fine… nothing I can’t handle.” Iden tries to reassure her, laughing shakily as he tries to calm down.

“Hugs?” Sitting down beside him on the floor, Grave opens her now large arms in a silent offer.

Nodding, Iden leans in Grave with his now smaller body, Grave wrapping him in a large hug as she gently kisses his forehead, a small smile appearing on Iden’s face as he hides in her for comfort.

“So uh… isn’t it nice to see colours normally? And like… everyday?” Grave speaks softly, looking around the room, using Iden’s eyes to see all the colours her own distorted vision had stopped her from seeing.

“I guess so.” Iden agrees, nodding slowly. “Just kinda normal for me… or it was.” He corrects himself.

“That’s nice…” Grave smiles as she points to one of her own orb creations inside the lab. “That’s b l u e!!!” She exclaims.

“It is blue, I think.” Iden agrees, giggling at her excitement as he watches her look around the room.

“It is! It’s a very nice blue, too!” Grave continues, feeling excited. “I like it!” She exclaims softly.

“I’m glad… something good comes outta this.” Iden explains, smiling as he leans into Grave gently.

“Now that I realise it, most if the shit that I’ve made aren’t the colours I thought they were!” Grave explains, thinking out loud as she wiggles happily.

“That makes sense.” Iden agrees, experiencing Grave’s vision firsthand, allowing him to understand as someone knocks on the door to the lab.

“Should… should I get it or you?” Grave questions quietly, looking down at Iden as he thinks.

“To be honest I don’t know if I can stand right now.” Iden admits, his body trembling slightly.

“Oh…” Frowning, Grave gets up off the floor and opens the door a crack. “Hello?” She calls out softly, leaning into Iden’s voice.

“Its me. Why are you blocking your face with the door?” Hannah’s voice answers, clear and stern as she speaks.

“I don’t have a face.” Grave counters, trying not to laugh as Hannah snorts in amusement.

“Mhm. Can I come in and see my brother please?” She questions, unphased by Grave’s use of Iden’s voice as she pokes her gently.

“Mmmno, he’s not here.” Grave lies, though Hannah doesn’t seem convinces, smiling softly.

“Grave I know what happened so I know he needs some help.” Hannah explains, able to sense the swap in bodies as she speaks.

“Hi…” Opening the door, Grave looks down at the ground as Hannah walks inside, looking at her.

“Hey hun. How you doing?” She questions, seemingly unphased by the swap as she pats her shoulder gently.

“I can see colours and my fingers don’t hurt!!!!” Grave explains, smiling softly as she raises her head to look down at Hannah.

“Well that’s good to hear.” Hannah comments quietly, smiling. “How’s he been?” She continues, looking to Iden.

“Uh… not good. He’s not having a fun time. At all.” Grave explains, frowning softly as her voice grows sadder.

“I know, he’s got a lot going on and a lot of new pain, but he’ll be alright.” Hannah reassures Grave gently, stroking her head in a comforting manner.

“You sure?” Grave questions, frowning more as concern swells inside of her for Iden, Hannah nodding as she closes the door behind her.

“He doesn’t like pain, doesn’t do great with it, but I’m going to stick around to help him deal with it so don’t worry.” Hannah explains softly.

“O-Okay…” Grave agrees, trying to smile as she watches her, though it still looks nervous and unsure.

“It’ll be fine. I just recommend we don’t tell the others until we can fix this.” Hannah reassures her, wrapping her in a gentle hug.

“Yay…” Grave returns the hug, feeling slightly worried, though she pushes it aside, putting faith in Hannah.

“We’ll get it sorted, why don’t you work on your projects while I deal with Iden. Or you can sit with us if you want.” Hannah offers, pressing their foreheads together softly.

“I-I’m gonna… I’ll make a thing.” Grave decides, smiling as she thinks over some ideas.

“We’re here if you need us.” Hannah reminds her, smiling as she sits down with Iden quietly.

Thinking through her plans, Grave opens cabinets inside her lab, pulling out the correct materials and equipment as Hannah pulls Iden into a hug, trying to soothe his shaking.

Grabbing some black paint, Grave smiles as she is actually able to see it, though she still feels slightly bad as Hannah manoeuvres Iden into a better hug, holding him like a child as she rubs his back soothingly.

Working fast, Grave begins making some small robots as Hannah watches, half of her attention on Grave and half on Iden as he clings onto her, hiding his face in her shoulder.

As she works, Grave cuts her finger slightly, though she doesn’t notice, too absorbed in what she is doing. But Hannah does notice, sighing softly as she smiles, knowing a small cut wont be an issue for Iden’s body.

It doesn’t take more than a few minutes for Grave to finish a few of the robots, some more small cuts on her hands as Hannah watches, stroking Iden’s hair as he dozes comfortably in her lap, Grave’s body exhausted.

Grave organises the robots as she paints them black, mumbling softly as Hannah watches her, smiling gently.

Grave grabs some more paint, feeling confused and excited at all the new colours as she paints more, Hannah shifting Iden carefully to be more comfortable as he sleeps.

“Aaaa.” Grave screams softly, the sound positive as she finishes painting, putting it down as Hannah laughs quietly, hugging Iden close to her.

Putting her head down onto the table, Grave taps her fingers absently against the surface as she debates what to make next, Hannah frowning as she holds Iden, able to feel him shaking again.

Frowning, Grave stops tapping her fingers as she looks to Iden, feeling concern rise inside her again. Whining quietly, Iden latches onto Hannah, hiding his face more.

Watching Iden, Grave feels concerned, if she could currently glow, she could be but Iden whines again, the soft glow instead emitting from his own body.

“Oh no…” Grave mumbles quietly, wanting to hold Iden but unsure if she should as Hannah shushes him softly, hugging him gently as he trembles.

Hiding her hands to prevent herself from biting Iden’s fingers, Grave curls herself into a ball, unsure of what to do as Hannah motions for her to come closer, keeping Iden hugged close to her.

Graved moves over to them, wrapping them both in a hug as Hannah holds them gently, feeling Iden relax slightly in their hold.

Smiling softly, Grave moves her hand to stroke it through Iden’s hair, feeling him lean into the soothing touch as she hums softly, kissing his forehead.

Iden hums in response, relaxing into Grave as she squeezes him gently, her feet tapping against the floor as Iden shifts in their hold, stirring slightly.

Smiling, Grave tries to stop her feet from tapping against the floor as Iden opens his eyes slightly, looking groggy and disoriented.

Poking his nose gently, Grave hides as Iden wakes up more, pulling her into a gentle hug in response.

Returning the hug, Grave warms up as Iden hums contently, snuggling into her and Hannah for comfort.

“Um… i-is it okay if I ask you something?” Grave questions, her voice quiet as Iden nods, leaning into Hannah tiredly.

“What did you dream about?” Grave continues, fiddling with her fingers nervously as Iden thinks.

“Well… you were with Leena and you were upset… something happened? And Leena got hurt?” Iden attempts to explain.

“Oh…” Grave frowns, feeling guilty as Iden hides his face back in Hannah, feeling exhausted.

“Well… its done now, so we needn’t worry.” Hannah reassures them both, smiling gently as she watches Grave.

“That’s true…” Grave agrees quietly, smiling as she wiggles in Hannah’s grip, receiving a gentle pat on the head as Hannah holds onto the still exhausted Iden. “This was fun, wasn’t it?” Grave continues, the sarcasm dripping off of her voice.

“Mhm, fun and exhausting.” Hannah comments, laughing as she gently strokes Grave’s head.

“Absolutely a m a z i n g, 11/10.” Grave concludes, leaning into the soothing touch as Hannah snorts.

“Think Iden’s had enough of being awake.” Hannah notes quietly, touching her forehead to Grave’s.

“That’s good, I think. Sleep is nice!” Grave exclaims, giggling softly as Hannah pulls her in for a gentle hug.

“I might have him spend the night in my room with me and Leena in case of any more… disturbances. You okay to spend the night with Jake to keep the illusion?” Hannah questions, voice soft and quiet.

“Uh… yeah!” Grave reassures her, smiling as she hugs Hannah back, earning a soft kiss on her forehead as Hannah stands, holding Iden’s sleeping form close to her.

“Hm… would it be suspicious id I wore one of my hoodies or nah?” Grave questions, fiddling with her hands as she stands up.

“Iden has some seriously oversized hoodies of his own I’m sure you can wear.” Hannah explains, smiling.

“Really?” Grave questions, looking excited and surprised as she bounces in place on the ground.

“Yup! I’m gonna take this one back so he can sleep but I’m sure Jake will come find you soon so I’d go get a hoodie now.” Hannah explains, laughing softly.

“Fff u c k y e a h.” Grave comments, stopping herself as she attempts to clip through the door as normal. “Gotta open doors now…” She remembers.

“Yup, that’s one thing Iden cannot do.” Hannah agrees, snorting in amusement as she opens the door for them.

“I mean, not being able to clip isn’t so bad when you can see shit like a normal sober person.” Grave explains walking out of the lab.

“That’s true.” Hannah agrees, patting Grave’s shoulder gently. “I’ll see you later hun.” She continues, a soft smile toying on her face.

“Bye bye!” Grave keeps her voice quiet as she waves, walking away quickly to grab a hoodie to wear as Hannah laughs, moving Iden to her room so he can sleep in peace.

“This is fuckin f u n and cool and stuff.” Mumbling to herself nervously, Grave keeps walking, her pace increasing as she scans the house, unable to see Jake anywhere near.

Not liking the looming silence around her, Grave starts to run quietly as Leena joins Hannah in her room.

“That’s not fun…” Grave comments, frowning softly as she looks around, wanting to see someone as she hears Jake’s voice coming from a room in the house, talking to someone.

Smiling, Grave follows the sound of Jake’s voice, able to see him sitting in the living room, talking to someone quietly over the phone.

“Jake?” Grave’s voice is quiet as she speaks, not wanting to disturb Jake as she fiddles with her hands nervously. Flinching, Jake hangs up the phone.

“Its you…” Sighing, he relaxes slightly at the sight of Iden’ body, unaware of the switch as he speaks.

“Yeah… is something wrong?” Grave questions, keeping up the facade as Jake sighs softly, reaching for her hand.

“Can we just… can we go in our room. I don’t want anyone else around.” Jake explains quietly.

“Y-Yeah…” Taking his hand gently, Grave leads Jake to the room as he follows her quietly, something clearly pressing on his mind.

“Right…” Getting to the door of the room, Grave remembers she has to manually open it, doing so carefully as Jake wanders inside, sitting down on the large bed in the room.

Sitting beside him, Grave fiddles with her hands in concern as she smiles down at Jake, watching him bring his knees up to his chest quietly.

“My dad was on the phone…” He admits, looking up at what he knows to be Iden as he speaks, his voice shaky.

“Oh…” Frowning, Grave absorbs this as anger rises inside of her towards Jake’s father, hearing him sniff as he leans into her.

“I tried to tell him to go away but he wouldn’t… I don’t know how much more I can deal with.” Jake admits softly, voice sad and tired.

“Nothings gonna happen, I promise.” Grace explains, holding Jake gently in her arms as she strokes his hair, able to feel him relax as he turns into the hug more for comfort. Kissing his forehead gently, Grave smiles as she holds him.

“Thanks for listening to me.” Jake mumbles, humming as his voice gets muffles by Grave’s chest.

“You’re welcome!” Grave exclaims, smiling as she continues to stroke Jake’s hair gently, feeling him smile as he hugs her back.

“I love you.” Grave speaks softly, kissing Jake’s forehead softly as she hugs him close.

“I love you too, don’t know where I’d be without you.” Jake comments, kissing Grave gently.

“Aaa.” Grave screams quietly as a wider smile forms on her face, a blush coming with it as Jake giggles, pushing her down on the bed to use as a pillow.

Lying down, Grave pokes Jake’s nose gently as she heats him up, hearing him squeak quietly as he grows tired.

Humming a soft melody, Grave continues to stroke Jake’s hair as he sighs happily, sleepier by the moment. Kissing him gently, Grave feels Jake smile as he curls up more.

She continues to stroke his hair gently, feeling sleepy as Jake nuzzles into her, falling asleep silently as she smiles, following closely behind him.

The room still dark around her as she stirs, Grave notices small noises coming from the other side of the bed, making her frown as she sounds her confusion softly.

As she wakes more, she can feel that Jake is no longer beside her in the bed, soft noises coming from the other side as she frowns more, starting to move slowly over.

“Jake?” She questions, her voice groggy and soft, able to see now that Jake is turned away form her in the bed, sniffling noises coming from his curled up form.

Sounding her concern quietly, Grave reaches out in the bed, gently tapping Jake in an attempt to grab his attention. But Jake whines at the contact, curling into himself more as he trembles.

Feeling concern bubble inside of her, Grave latches onto Jake, shaking him gently in an effort to wake him up. Jake groans as he is shaken, stirring out of sleep slightly from the movement.

Grave persists, shaking him gently as her concern grows, wanting to hug him and make everything better as Jake gasps quietly, flinching as he is pulled out of his sleep, still shaking.

“Sorry…” Apologising quietly, Grave moves away from Jake slightly, her concern radiating off of her as she keeps her voice low. Jake turns on the bed to look at her as tears well in his eyes, streaking down his face as he reaches his hands out in a request to be held.

Frowning, Grave wraps Jake into a gentle hug, holding off of saying anything yet as he sniffles, curling into her as his shaking begins to calm down.

Squeezing him gently, Grave moves to stroke his hair gently, feeling him lean into the touch as his shaking lessens.

“Mmmm…” Jake relaxes as he curls himself into the touch, feeling comforted. Smiling, Grave kisses him gently as Jake leans into her, sniffing some tears away as he calms more and more.

Humming, Grave continues to stroke his hair as she taps her feet against the bed, feeling him relax into her as he stops shaking, feeling calm and safe in the embrace.

“Can I um… can I ask you something?” Grave requests softly, thinking her words through as she keeps her voice quiet and soft, Jake nodding in response as he burrows into her.

“Uh… what happened?” Grave questions gently, her voice dropping quieter as her concern floods to the surface.

“My dad was there…” Jake explains, frowning as he thinks through his dream carefully.

“Oh… I’m sorry.” Apologising, Grave frowns as she voices her concern softly, looking down at Jake.

“Not your fault… its only cause he scared me on the call.” Jake explains, hiding out of view.

“I know its not… but that still sucks.” Grave continues, stroking Jake’s hair gently as he hums, relaxing into her.

“…You aren’t Iden, are you?” He questions softly, voice muffled as he leans into Grave.

“What?” Grave frowns, pretending to be confused as Jake’s words cut into her, surprising her.

“Grave?” Jake presses, sighing softly as he hugs her gently in his arms, seemingly unconvinced by her lie.

“Nooo…” Grave continues to lie, scoffing as nerves run through her, rampant and panicked.

“Iden doesn’t tap his feet…” Jake frowns, peeking out from his hiding spot to look at Grave knowingly.

“Yeah… sorry.” Sighing, Grave looks away from Jake, feeling guilty as he thinks it over.

“Its okay.” Jake admits, poking her nose gently as a small smile spreads on his face as he watches her.

“I can see colours normally!!!” Grave exclaims softly, giggling as she hides her face from view.

“That’s good.” Jake comments, snuggling into here as he smiles, feeling better and content as she hugs him.

“I always thought your hair was a very dark blue…” Grave explains, her feet tapping against the bed as she pokes Jake’s nose.

“Nope! Its black.” Jake corrects, smiling as he hugs Grave gently, feeling warm and comfortable.

“I can see that now!!! Its very nice!” Grave exclaims, voice soft as she returns the hug, smiling.

“That’s good…” Jake mumbles softly, a small yawn escaping him as he curls himself into a ball.

“You get to see like this everyday…” Grave ponders out loud, feeling Jake nod in agreement as she closes her eyes, humming quietly. Feeling safe and content, the two of them fall asleep quickly again, curled up with one another silently.

#writing #My writing #original writing #writing with friends #not my oc #others ocs #original story #original characters #tw implied abuse #swap au #swapped body au #alternate universe #sleepisafuckinglie #House of Hell

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