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localhornist · 1 year

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“Come on!” Barghest yelled from the water, barely holding on to a thoroughly soaked AJ who yelled every profanity she knew from under her matted hair. This was only met by her being unceremoniously dunked again. A large splash rose from the water as Gudako jumped in, Martha and Percival instead opting to wade their way in. Martha visibly recoiled at the water’s cold touch. Mordred watched, chuckling at that antics until Caeneus next to him caught his eye. There was… a look on his face. One Mordred hadn't seen before.

It looked like fear.

It didn’t take him more than a moment to decide as he sat down on the sand, stretching his back and crossing his legs. Caeneus looked down, giving him a quizzical look even whilst that same emotion remained etched on his face. Mordred just smiled back. “You alright?” Caeneus finally spoke.

“Yeah, jus’ wanted to have a rest for a lil bit.”

“Right.”

Caeneus sat down next to him, their hands quickly finding each other as the others began a game of chicken fight. Off a bit to the side, Lancelot was sat with Rin and Shirou, caught in a heated discussion which Shakes, not too far off, clearly found amusing. There was a peace to it all as the two sat there, the North Sea breeze compelling them to huddle up together.

“You not gonna join them?” Caeneus asked after a whale, tilting his head questioningly at Mordred. “You seemed excited to come down here.”

“Nah, I’m alright. Honestly, Prydish beaches are nowhere near the med ones. It's just all cold and grey.”

“Right.”

“And besides, it's nice and warm next to you.” Caeneus chuckled lightly. But that didn't hide a sudden stiffness. Mordred sighed, realising how his words had sounded and rubbed Caeneus’ knuckles. “Hey, it's alright. Seriously, I don't mind.”

“...are you sure? I don’t want to hold you back from enjoying yourself.”

“Hey, Cae. Look at me. I’m not being forced to sit here, am I? I’m choosing too.” Mordred leaned back on his palms, staring out at the sea. “I know you’ve had bad experiences before with the sea. I don't need to know the details to get that. So the least I can do is make sure you get to enjoy yourself too. Gods know I owe you for all my screw-ups in the past.”

Caeneus was silent at that. Though, some of the stiffness had gone, and Mordred knew not to push. So, once again, they eased back into that peaceful silence, marked by the ebbs of the waves and the various shouts and screams from the sea. Mordred grinned, watching them. Which wasn’t missed by Caeneus.

Suddenly, the Romaioi stood, quickly removing his tunic as Mordred watched in confusion. He didn’t get a chance to ask, however, as suddenly Caeneus scooped him up and took off in a sprint towards the sea. Mordred had barely begun to scream before Caeneus jumped, launching off the ground and over the various swimmers before smashing into the water, releasing a cacophony of sea salt spray. Mordred broke the surface, barely able to see through his now-soaked mane of hair until he felt a pair of arms grab him from behind, pulling him close. Brushing the strands out from under his brow, he saw Caeneus looking down at him with a broad grin.

“You look like a drowned cat!” He chuckled, slowly bringing them closer to the others after having overshot his leap.

“Hardly surprising when you nearly drown me like that,” Mordred grumbled back with a pout. Caeneus only chuckled again.

…

“How-”

“I know it’s surprising,” Caeneus’ quickly interjected, stopping Mordred's question before it could start. “Honestly, I didn’t expect to be in the water today. I just thought I’d sit by the beach. And I’d probably have been happy like that. It’s what I would’ve done before.

But, I dunno. I guess, having you there next to me. Knowing you’d jus’, do something small like sit with me, to make sure I was okay. It… it made me want to try, I guess. I dunno. Even if it is scary, just having you here helps.” Caeneus finally turned to Mordred, whose face had gone red. Caeneus giggled, stopping himself so he could put a small kiss on the Briton’s head.

“Sounds kinda sappy, I know. Something I never would’ve thought would happen to me. But it’s true, even if I struggle to believe it now.”

“Yeah. I can agree with you there.” Mordred turned and leaned back on Caeneus’ chest, who planted his chin on his head. “It just… feels unreal. Even with what’s to come, I don't feel scared anymore. Or angry, or guilty. I just feel happy.” Caeneus hummed in agreement.

The two continued to float there, comfortable in each other's silence. Only broken by the rapid beating of Caeneus’ heart, its rhythm like a song to Mordred’s ear as he lay on the man’s chest.

Mordred could listen to it all day.

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lilysdaydreams · 3 years

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For Them

→ Pairing : Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre : fluff.

→ Warnings : Swearing, Reader panicking a bit.

→ Request : Heya! I was thinking maybe a corpse x reader where the reader is playing among us with him and the gang and they use the proximity mic and he walks past her to hear her singing and she’s kept her singing like a MAJOR secret because she’s shy about it- idk you don’t have to do it if ya don’t feel like it it’s just an idea 💛

→ A/N : Oh my god, did Lily finally finish writing something??? YES SHE DID. Pretty happy with this, so I hope you guys enjoy as well! Sorry for any spelling mistakes :) Requests are open!

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You grabbed the water on the table, moving to the side and out of the camera to quickly take a few sips. You could hear the rest of the group still yelling about the previous game. You laughed quietly hearing Peter and Rae yell at each other.

Looking over at chat you hummed as you took in the questions.

"How much longer am I streaming?" you read out the question.

"Probably a few more games. Maybe like 30 more minutes. I wanna go get dinner soon." you mumbled as you kept on scanning the chat.

A random question caught your eye.

"Do I sing?" you read out with a laugh.

"Wow, that's such a random question oh my god. Um, I used to want to be a singer when I was a kid," you started leaning back in your chair. You looked at the ceiling reminiscing and chuckled when you remembered the concerts you used to throw for your parents.

"I used to get my parents to be the audience and I would sing all my different songs for them. When they weren't free, I would do it for all of my plushies on my bed. Oh my god, I probably have old videos in the basement or something."

You smiled wistfully, looking back onto the screen.

"Those were good times," you muttered.

Looking back onto chat, your eyes widened at the amount of "SING FOR US" messages.

"Woah guys, calm down, that was when I was a kid. I don't sing seriously you know that right?" you questioned, laughing at how fast the chat was going.

"Okay okay," you said smiling when they didn't stop. "Lemme ju- Oh wait" you cut yourself off seeing the words "IMPOSTER" light up your screen.

"LETS GOOOOO" you yelled, turning your mic on again for the game. Everyone's voice slowly faded as people went different ways. You stuck with Lily, both of you going straight to medbay.

"Lilyyyyy" you said dragging her name out.

"Y/N" she said doing the same to you.

You giggled, and asked her if she had med scan.

"Nope, I have the inspecting the sample one."

"Ohh okay," you said getting on the med scan and pretending to scan. You watched as Lily finished her task, saying a quiet "bye" and rushing off to the next task.

You sighed, moving off the scan and starting to walk towards weapons. "Lily's so nice, I'm so glad I got to meet her through this. Like, she's the absolute sweetest I swear, I'm hoping that I get to m-" you got cut off by a body being reported.

"Already?" you asked, others echoing. You gasped when you saw who was killed, immediately whining about how someone could kill Sykunno, while playfully glaring at Sean's name, who was the other imposter.

"Okay, so the body was at reactor," revealed Rae.

"I was in the cafeteria, going towards weapons. Me and Lily were in Medbay before but she left before me," you said leaning back.

Lily confirmed this, also stating that she was in weapons now.

Sean, Corpse and Felix all said they were in Electrical, and Poki said she'd been in storage.

You looked at the chat again, not saying anything while the rest said where they were.

The chat was still spamming "Sing please!" and you looked back to the game without giving an answer. If you were being honest, then what you had said before was a lie. You still sang. Hell, it had been your dream to release your songs ever since you started writing at 15. You had started singing by singing for your parents. Ever since their car crash though, you couldn't even think about performing for anyone else. If you couldn't even perform for them, then what was the point? For some reason, whenever you thought of singing in front of someone, you couldn't even get the words out.

You sighed and skipped voting as the timer ticked down. No one was ejected and you started humming slightly as you moved away from everyone.

"Hmm should I sing you a song everyone?" you asked your voice very low. You breathed deeply reminding yourself that technically no one was in the room with you, and it was only your fans watching, a small community of people who were the sweetest you had ever seen.

Going into reactor and moving down to the very end so that no one could see you, you breathed in deeply and started singing lightly, noticing that the lights were off, the blinking arrow in the corner of your screen.

"I think we could do it if we tried

If only to say you're mine

Sofia, know that you and I

Shouldn't feel like a crime

You know I'll do anything you ask me to

But oh my God, I think I'm in love with you

Standin' here alone now, think that we -"

"Y/N what the fuck your voice is -"

You screamed before the person could even finish what they were saying, hitting the "kill" button without even realising, and letting out a gasp when you saw the black body flop over.

"Oh god, oh my god, what did I do?" you whispered staring at Corpses body, half of your brain freaking out over the fact that he had heard you and the other freaking out what to do. You quickly vented, coming out in electrical and pretending to do the download.

"Oh my god, guys!" you whispered furiously, playfully glaring at the camera. "This is all your fault, do you see what I did, I killed someone with my singing... I just got so scared because he came out of absolutely NOWHERE, oh my god guys." Leaving electrical, you heard someone yelling and headed closer to them laughing nervously when you found Toast and Sean yelling at each other.

"Hey guys," you said voice being unnoticed because of all the yelling and you moved into comms pretending to do a task there.

Just as you did that, Pokis body was found, and you gasped as you realised that Sean had killed three people so now there were 5 left. Toast was dead, which means that he just died, which left Sean, you, Rae, Lily and Leslie.

There was a stunned silence for a second as everyone took in the 4 kills and then Rae immediately attacked.

"Ahh, the body was in cafeteria. Like bottom cafeteria."

"Um, So I just wanna add something, I was coming from the electrical right, and I was walking to comms, and Toast just passed in the middle of storage. I came into comms and Sean is here as well.

"Yup, shes right, toast just left and she came in." confirmed Sean.

"Well, I saw Leslie at the start of the round, we stuck together and then I was with Poki for a bit."

"Yeah okay, but where were you?"

"Well, I went to weapons then I went down into comms and storage and then I went electrical when lights were called and everyone was ther-" she said cutting herself off and gasping. “Guess who WASNT there? Y/N wasn’t there!”

“Well yeah, I just thought someone else would do it” you replied. “I was all the way in upper engine and I couldn’t be bothered. You all did lights and I was doing my tasks in reactor and then I went to electrical and then I was waking to comms, and then I saw toast and then I got into comma and saw Sean. Even if I was the imposter and killed Toast, I definitely couldn’t have been able to kill Poki.”

“Yeah no, I still think it’s you,” said Rae after a pause, Leslie and Lily both giggling at her.

Lily chimed in then as well, “Yeah I haven’t seen y/n this whole round at ALLLLL, so I think its her as well."

Ignoring your protests, they all voted you out, and you shrugged at the camera as your character was thrown off the ship.

"I think I'm okay with that guys, I was way too nervous to still play," you muttered, now looking at the chat.

"Guys," you whined suddenly remembering. "I was only meant to sing for you, I didn't want anyone else to hear it, Corpse literally came out of nowhere. I hope he wasn't deafened by my screeching," you grimaced.

The word "Victory" came onto your screen and you huffed out a laugh as the lobby exploded with noise.

"Lily! I told you it was Sean!" exclaimed Rae.

"Sean was on a killing spree," you added in, sipping your water. "I only killed like two people cuz I was distracted, I swear he literally carried the whole game.”

“He backstabbed me!” said Sykkuno and you could hear the smile in his voice. “I was doing upload while he was right next to me and we were talking about how great this group was and he just killed me right there!”

Suddenly all the attention was on Sykkuno as everyone started cooing.

“Awww, Sykkuno, did you just compliment us?” Rae yelled, lots of other chiming in to tease Sykunno and him ending up stuttering because he got flustered.

“Alright guys,” you said when everyone quieted down. "I think I'm gonna go now."

"NOOOOO" yelled Rae, everyone else echoing her.

You smiled and quickly said your goodbyes, logging off the game and quickly saying bye to the viewers and ending that as well.

Slumping into your chair, your breath quickened. "Oh my god," you whispered, the realization creeping up on you that you had just sung in front of nearly ten thousand people and that Corpse had heard you sing. You and Corpse had met through Among Us with Toast inviting you to the lobby. You had fun playing with him and you'd both followed each other, but most of your interaction was in games. Like sure you'd messaged each other a few times but those were only brief conversations! and sure, maybe you had a small tiny crush on the guy but like WHO WOULDNT? He was sweet, nice and you related to him a lot. The point was, you were absolutely not ready to sing in front of him. You stood up from the chair and went to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water to calm down.

Your phone rang and you grabbed it from the counter, choking on the water as you saw that it was from Corpse.

He had never called you before. Like you said you simply weren't that close.

Coughing out a "What the fuck?" you answered the call, grabbing onto the counter for support.

"Hey," you said, confused when there was no sound.

"Uh yeah, Hi Y/N. Its Corpse."

"Ah yeah, I see." You facepalmed yourself, rubbing your forehead. What the fucks was wrong with you.

"Um yeah, so uh I just- You know in the game? Um I kind of - well - I kind of heard you singing, um um, that song."

You stilled, not a breath coming out of you.

"Your voice, its -" he paused, letting out a huge breath. "It's absolutely beautiful."

You opened your mouth not even sure what you were gonna say but he continued talking.

"I just, I cant get it out of my mind. Have you heard some of my music?"

"Um yeah, I-I listened to it when I first heard about you. Your songs are so good!" you exclaimed, finally being able to move your mouth

"Do you think maybe we could do a song together sometime? Your voice would be absolutely amazing on one of the tracks I'm currently working on, its a chill one that I have, kind of like Agoraphobic," he asked, rambling through the sentence.

"Um, Oh my god," you muttered, still confused on if this was actually happening. "Yeah, Yeah definitely that would be so cool."

"Oh. Oh that's great, I-I didn't think you'd agree, that's great, I can send you a sample and the lyrics but -"

"Um," you started cutting him off. "If I'm being honest," you muttered, shoulders coming up to your ears. "I'm actually really conscious about my singing. Like this was the absolute first time I ever even sang on stream, so like sorry- I'm ruining it, but this is just a bit overwhelming for me. It's a great opportunity, and if you want I can definitely try but please don't have big expectations of me okay?" you asked biting your lip slightly. "I'm not that great."

There was a second of silence and then he whispered lightly, "Even if you don't believe it, just from those 30 seconds, I could already tell how amazing your voice was."

Your breath caught but a second later he had already moved on.

"If you want to, we could do a few singing sessions together? Just mess around have some fun? That way you can get a bit more comfortable and have some fun," he suggested, voice changing to a shy one that you hadn't ever heard from him.

~~~

"Yeah sure," you agreed, smiling. "Lets try that."

3 months later, you guys finally released your song. Titled "For Them", you sang about your parents who you had loved dearly, and he sang about his parents and their distant relationship. It showed two different perspectives, two different stories, two different lives, and you both loved it so much.

The song was a success, with fans pouring into your channel and small community and well, your life. Most importantly though, along with all of it, came a mask-wearing man, who held you on the days that it was hard for you, and who you held on the nights that were hard for him.

fin.

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 3 years

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Stay With Me: Part 4 | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Please read parts 1, 2, and 3 first :)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (she/her)

Summary: You're loopy on pain meds and want to talk to Bucky about your nonexistent sex life. You can't think about anything besides sleeping with him and you need him to know.

Warnings: talk of blood, mentions of drugs (prescription pain meds), talk of sex

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Bucky cleared your dishes from breakfast; you watched him concentrating on washing the sticky maple syrup off of the plates. He looked so...normal. He looked like a regular guy who didn't have a horrifying past. You loved seeing him in "normal" moments like these. Doing dishes, watching baseball, drinking a beer with his friends- these moments gave you comfort. You loved to see him in relaxed environment. Your mind wandered and started imagining him doing these things with you. You imagined a future with Bucky where he wasn't plagued by night terrors or stab wounds or shame. You couldn't wait for the day when you shared a home together.

"Did you hear me?" Bucky had finished the dishes and was standing right in front of you. "I'm sorry, Buck. My mind just wandered, I guess. What did you say?" He chuckled and took your hand in his. "You have a concussion, so I'll let it slide. I said, I grabbed you a water so you can take your pain meds. Are you ready to go back upstairs?" You smiled and nodded your head. He wrapped his vibranium arm around your waist and the two of you walked to the elevator.

As you waited, he kissed you on the cheek. "I love seeing you in my clothes" he whispered. Your heart began to race and the elevator doors opened. He led you into the elevator, pulled you close, and kissed you. And then kissed you again. You tangled your fingers in his ridiculously soft hair and you felt his fingers gripping your waist. Hard. His teeth found your lower lip and he nibbled on it ever so slightly. You ran your hands down his neck and dug your nails into his chest just a tiny bit, and he let out a low sound that was almost a growl. God, he was fucking hot. You were in heaven as his hands found their way up your back and into your hair. He gave it a gentle tug that made you let out a quiet moan. You were in absolute bliss when-

The doors opened and Bucky pulled away. He grabbed you by the hand and led you to his room. He sat down on the bed and motioned for you to sit next to him. "I wanted to talk to you about something" he said, as he placed a hand on your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Then talk to me, Buck." You were wondering if he was going to open up to you about the whole sex thing following that stunt in the elevator. But he didn't. It was something else completely.

"Okay, um-" Bucky began. "I, uh, I wanted to ask you if you'd...wear these." He removed the silver chain from around his neck, holding up his dog tags for you to see. Your heart stopped. "I haven't had someone like you in my life before. And when I was...young, or whatever- this is what we did. You would give your tags to your best girl. But I never had anyone that I wanted to give mine to until now." You felt tears welling in your eyes, you couldn't speak. Bucky assumed your silence meant that you didn't like the idea.

"But um, I know it's kind of old fashioned. I know things are different now. So you don't have to if you don't want to...I just wanted to ask." You were trying to swallow the lump in your throat. "Buck, are you sure?" you managed to croak. "You said that these were really important to you, that they grounded you and helped you remember who you are...I don't want to take that away from you-" he cut you off.

"I don't need them anymore...I have you now". A hot tear escaped from your eyes and made its way down your cheek as you murmured, "I'd be honored, Sargeant Barnes". He chuckled and absolutely beamed as you moved your hair so he could secure the chain around your neck.

He pulled you into his lap and you straddled his hips. He sat back, admiring you. "They look great on you, doll. Just perfect." he said with a wink. You leaned in and kissed him like he'd just returned from war. You couldn't help yourself- you wanted to kiss him and never stop. You didn't even want to come up for air-

And then you felt a sharp pain. "Ah, fuck", you groaned. In your passionate moment you had managed to hit your very sore, very bruised, and swollen cheekbone against Bucky's. "You alright?" Bucky asked. "Yeah, I'm totally fine" you assured him, hoping that he wouldn't shut down your current make out sesh. "You're a terrible liar. You know that, right?" He laughed and picked you up, turning around and placing you down on the bed. He went into the bathroom and retrieved your pain meds, issuing one to you, and handing you the water he'd gotten for you.

"Thanks, babe. Oh, and I'm just gonna warn you right now", you began. "I get weird on painkillers. After I got my wisdom teeth out, I wouldn't stop singing that song 'A Whole New World' from Aladdin while my mom drove me home. She was afraid I was gonna choke on my gauze" you laughed at the memory and he rolled his eyes. You realized that there was a 99.9% chance that he'd never seen or heard of Aladdin, and you made a mental note to show it to him.

You popped the pill with a few sips of water and then looked to Bucky. "So, whatcha wanna do, babe? We've got the whole day together." He smiled at the idea and came back over to the bed to sit with you. "Well, you are currently concussed, doll. And Dr. Cho said to limit your screen time. So I think that knocks out tv, movies, video games, and just about every other activity in this building".

You sighed. "But baaaaaaaaabe," you whined, "she said to limit my screen time, not that I couldn't have any". Bucky chuckled and shook his head. You were always able to wear him down so easily, and he knew it. "You're trouble. You know that?" He laughed as he gestured for you to follow him. "Where are we goin, Buck?" you asked as Bucky pulled you into the elevator. "It's a surprise" he said with a wink.

He pressed the button for the eleventh floor and gently placed a hand on the side of your injured face. "How are you feeling? What's your pain level?" he asked. You chuckled. "I'm feeling okay, Dr. Barnes. My pain's not too bad, it's about a six and a half out of ten, I guess". Bucky wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your hair. You knew he was still feeling incredibly guilty for hurting you, even if it was by accident, and you gently rubbed his back to let him know it was okay. You drew a deep breath and took in his scent. Bucky somehow always smelled like teakwood and you loved it.

The elevator doors opened and he took you by the hand. "God, how big is this building?" you asked as you marveled at the long hallway with its many doors. "I'm gonna need you to give me the full tour one day". Bucky chuckled, "I don't think I could give you a tour of the whole place in one day. It might take a whole three day weekend. I feel like I discover a new room everyday." He stopped walking and turned to face you. "Ya know, the other day Nat asked me to meet her at the arcade, and I thought she was talking about a place in the city. But no, there's a whole arcade on the fifteenth floor. I had no idea."

You rolled your eyes and laughed as Bucky stopped in front of a large pair of double doors. "Welcome", he said, "to the screening room". He opened the doors and revealed a movie theatre. A fucking movie theatre. He led you by the hand into the room and showed you around. "Alright, over here we have the snacks and drinks. Over in that cabinet there's about a hundred blankets in case you get cold, and all the seats recline. OH, and the arm rests lift up in case you wanna sit close". He gave you a wink and gestured to the seats. "You pick, doll. Sit wherever you like."

Bucky strode over to the cabinet to get you a blanket while you chose seats for the both of you. He gently covered you with the blanket and then joined you underneath it. You started to feel the loopy-ness from your pain medicine kicking in. You looked at Bucky and thought he was the most beautiful human with a cybernetic arm that you'd ever seen.

"Alright doll, you pick. What do you want to watch? We have every streaming service available in the US and a few that you can only get overseas...You can thank Nat for that". He grabbed an iPad and scrolled through a ton of options. "Ummm, no war or action movies. They're too loud and I still have a headache" you said. "Hmmm, ooh! ooh! A romantic comedy. A rommm commm, if you will". Your speech started to slur just a little bit. "You put meeee in a romantic comedy kind of mooood." He laughed and started to search for a romcom on the iPad. "The Propoooosal! Let'ssss watch The Proposal. Have you seen it ?"

Bucky rolled his eyes at you playfully. "Doll, there's almost a one hundred percent chance that I haven't seen any movie you pick". You gave him a smile, "ohhhhh riiiiiight. Good call. The Proposal it iss then!" Bucky started the movie and settled in next to you. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed you on the head.

It seemed like he was genuinely enjoying the movie. He laughed uproariously and it was music to your ears. Hearing him laugh so hard made you love your favorite rom com even more.

You were half sleepy and half loopy. You were reeeaaally feeling your pain meds when one of your favorite scenes came up on the screen. Sandra Bullock screaming "WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!" while Ryan Reynolds screamed "WHY ARE YOU WET?!" always made you laugh. And the two of them falling on top of each other while completely naked gave you an idea.

You giggled and climbed into Bucky's lap, straddling his hips. Your lips crashed down on his as you kissed him deeply. His hand slid up your thighs and gripped onto your hips. You felt his fingers dig into your skin and it felt like you were on fire.

And then he pulled away. Again. You let out a deep sigh and pressed your forehead against his. "I'm sssorry, Buck. I'mmm sorry, I don't wannnna make you uncomfffortable". You climbed off his lap and back into your seat. "I knowww you're old fasshhioned, cause yaaa know, you'rrre frrom the fortiiiies". You felt bad for always throwing yourself at him.

Bucky let out a little laugh and paused the movie. "It's not that. I- I'm not a virgin, you know." You let out a faux-gasp. "I know, I know", Bucky laughed. "It's scandalous! But, I just...haven't been with anyone since I became a super soldier and had a vibranium arm attached to my body" he sighed. "Honestly, I should've talked to you about this sooner...the reason I keep pushing you away is because I'm afraid I'll hurt you".

"Youu won't hurrt me, baabe!" you said, still slurring your words but trying to get your point across. "I already have, doll." he said as he gestured to your face. "I was asleep, I didn't have any control, and I hurt you. What if I lose control again? I could feel myself losing it earlier...look, stand up." Bucky stood up and held out his hands to help you keep your balance. He lifted your shirt up just barely above your hips and pulled your sweats down ever so slightly. In doing this, he revealed five small, new bruises on both of your hips. Then he pulled your shirt up a little farther and showed you the same bruises on your waist. "See? I still don't know my own strength sometimes. And these are just from the elevator and when you climbed onto me a little while ago. Imagine what might happen if we-"

"Occupational hazaaaard!" you exclaimed. "Tooootally worrth it, Buck". He chuckled a little and sat back down. You knew he wanted to be with you but his fear of hurting you any further was stronger than his desire. You sat down and the both of you were quiet for a moment.

"Buuuckaroo. I'm gonna hiiiit ya with some wisssdom here, okay? Think of it liiiike a rolllercoassster that you are liiike-" and then your train of thought changed.

"Waait, babe. Have you been on a rollercoassssterr?" you asked. Bucky let out a huge laugh. "Yes, goofball. I've been on a rollercoaster. How old do you think I am?!" both of you laughed until you squeaked out a "reealllly ollllld!" and that made him laugh even harder.

When the laughter had subsided, you continued with your analogy. "Okayyyy, so. iiit's like a rollercoasster. Annnd you're scared to ride it annd so you liiiike, overrthink it? Yooou knoww? Aaaand you buuuild it up in your head liiike it'sss realllly scarrry. Buut then you ride it annd you're liiiike, 'ooooooh, that wasssn't scaryyyy at alllllll'. You know what I'mm sayin?"

Bucky chuckled. "Weirdly, I think I know exactly what you're saying. I'm impressed with how sound your logic is right now". You nodded your head and gave a faux-bow. "You have no fucking clue how badly I've wanted you." He stroked the side of your face that wasn't a bruised mess. "Alright" he said as he took a deep breath. "we can figure this out together. But the second something starts to hurt, and not in the good way" he winked, "you have to tell me".

"sssscout's honorrr, Ssssargeannnt Barnessss" you said as you crossed your heart and gave him a wink. He couldn't help but laugh. "You are so incredibly high right now".

With that, you once again climbed into his lap and started kissing his scruffy neck. Bucky groaned and gently pulled you back. "Doll, I didn't mean we should try it right now". You let out an overdramatic sigh. "Buuut whyyyyy, Buckyyyy?". He moved your hair out of your face and gently tucked it behind your ear. "Because doll, you're really out of it. I don't know if you'll even remember the conversation we just had. Let's wait till you sober up, okay?".

"Okaaaay", you groaned as you climbed out of his lap and back into your own seat. "I love you, Y/N", Bucky murmured in your ear. And that was the last thing you remembered.

...

You woke up back in Bucky's room, but on the bed this time. Bucky was sitting beside the bed in a plush armchair reading a book when he noticed that you were finally awake. "Hey, good afternoon, Doll" he said with a wink. You sat up. "Hey, Buck" you croaked. "What time is it?". You stretched and tried to reorient yourself. "It's 2:14. You fell asleep during the movie and I figured you'd be more comfortable in here. Those pain meds really had a hold on you". You chuckled, "yeah they knocked me on my ass, that's for sure".

Suddenly, F.R.I.D.A.Y.'S voice started giving Bucky a message. "Sargeant Barnes, this is your notification that your laundry is finished in the dryer." Bucky closed his book and stood up, "Thanks". He sat on the bed for a moment and kissed your forehead. "I'll be right back". He strode out of the room and you got out of bed.

You decided you should probably check your phone. As you walked, your legs felt wobbly and you had to catch yourself against Bucky's bookshelf. Once again, F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice was in the room. "Would you like me to alert Sargeant Barnes?". You looked up, feeling awkward talking to no one. "uhhh, no. I'm okay. Th- Thanks". You found your phone and were suddenly reminded that there was a whole world outside of Bucky and the Avengers compound.

"shit shit shit shit" you whispered as you scrolled through the mountain of work emails you'd received and all of the worried texts from your friends. It was unlike you to not answer a your group chat, so they probably assumed you were dead or kidnapped or something. Firing off a quick message to your friends, you typed:

"Hey!!!! Sorry I haven't been answering! I'm totally fine, I'm not dead. Just had a little emergency with the boyfriend. But everything is cool. 💕”

Bucky re-entered the room with your clothes from the previous night in hand. They were clean and folded and he placed them neatly on the bed. You stared at him for a moment. None of your past boyfriends had ever even offered to do laundry for you, and here Bucky was doing it without being asked.

"Buck, you did my laundry?" you asked, still in disbelief. "Yeah. Well your clothes were covered in your blood, my blood, or a mixture of both, so I just thought I'd take care of it for you". You were about to throw your arms around his neck when your phone started ringing. "Fuck me, it's my boss" you said, rolling your eyes.

"Hello!" you said in your fake nice voice. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good! I'm okay, I just had a little family emergency yesterday. But everything is fi- oh. Umm, yes I can do that. I just don't have my computer with me at the moment, unfortunately. No, I can do it today. Okay. Sure. Okay, bye". You covered your face with your hands and then quickly pulled them away when your cheekbone started throbbing under your touch.

"Everything alright, doll?" Bucky cooed as he walked over to you and put his hands on your waist. "Yeahhhh, everything is fine. My boss just wants me to send her a rough draft of this brief I've been working on. She said it didn't need to be finished for another few weeks, so I'm only about 80% done. But now she needs it to be done today," you let out a huff. "I'm sorry, babe. I have to go home. All my work stuff is there and she wants it done before six o'clock."

Bucky tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "It's okay, doll. I have that meeting today anyway. You need to get your work done". You gave him a quick peck before heading over to the folded stack of clean clothes that Bucky had laundered for you. "Okay, I'm gonna change real quick head home". You were already taking your clothes off as you said it and you felt Bucky's eyes burning into you.

You watched him watch you and it made your heart race. He looked ravenous. You wanted nothing more than to jump his bones at that very second, but you had to push your dirty thoughts aside and focus on your stupid job. You slipped on your Vans and looked around the room, making sure that you had all of your stuff.

"Ready?" Bucky asked. You nodded and grabbed your purse. The two of you walked to the elevator with his arm around your waist. "I don't wanna leave" you whined. He gave you a deep, gentle kiss and twirled a strand of your hair between two of his metallic fingers. "Well, I dont want you to leave either, doll." He whispered as the elevator doors opened. You stepped inside and pushed the button for the ground floor, cursing your boss and her unpredictable deadlines.

Bucky slowly pinned you up against a wall and invaded your mouth with his tongue. Kissing him felt like a fucking drug and you wanted to ride the high forever. He nipped at your neck and you ran your nails down his back. His hands found their way to your ass as he whispered "I love these shorts on you".

Then the elevator doors opened and revealed Agent Maria Hill, Director Nick Fury, and Steve Rogers. "Come on, guys. Not in the elevator", Steve groaned. You and Bucky scurried past them and walked to your car.

"Alright. Drive safe and text me when you get home, please" he said. You nodded as you leaned in to steal another kiss from him. Something felt different between the two of you. It was like having that discussion earlier allowed him to tear down another one of his walls. And behind that wall was an even sexier version of him, which you didn't think was possible. His eyes were full of lust and you couldn't fucking believe that you had to go home and work right now.

"Hey, Buck. Do you maybe wanna come over tonight?" you asked with a sly smile. "I know we just spent a lot of time together, so you don't have to but-" He cut you off with an aggressive kiss. "Doll", he growled, "I would fucking love to". He flashed a mischievous grin gave you one more kiss before opening your door for you and giving you a smack on the ass as you got in the car.

During the hour long drive home, you should've been thinking about your work that you needed to finish, but you couldn't.

The only thing you could think about was your plan to give Bucky the best night of his very long life.

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highpope · 3 years

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Silver Keys - Ch. Two

JJ Maybank x oc ? Soulmate AU / Topper x oc

warnings: none, if there ever are let me know? :)

word count: 2k ish

notes: hello hello im back from the dead for one night only. This chapter is from JJ’s point of view. I promise the drama will have been worth all this wait. (hopefully) as always feedback and reposts are encouraged.

There are two other parts! Read them here - Masterlist.

JJ Maybank was never one for soulmates. Coming from a household of two broken people didn’t make him feel like there was hope for him like the universe was created so people could find their other half or their missing piece. Why isn’t a person whole to begin with?

His parents weren’t soulmates. He didn’t need some magical musical force to tell him that. One questionable decision and nine months later, a blond boy was brought into the world, helpless. JJ tries to give them the benefit of the doubt, they didn’t mean to have a kid. But then his mom left before he could remember what her face looked like. Before he could memorize the sound of her laugh. He resented her for it, leaving him with his dad. JJ’s dad, who selfishly turned the world upside down and told him to walk through walls to make it out the other side.

JJ never bothered to ask his dad if he had heard the music. He figured if he had ever, it was long gone now.

Now, he leaned against the wall, a half-empty beer in his hand, surveying the crowd. He had long ago lost his friends and he was starting to wonder why he did this. Go to parties, that is. If he wanted to be drunk he could sit at John B’s and then pass out on the couch. If he wanted to listen to shitty music and watch people lose at beer pong, he could do it with people he liked. Instead, he was in a sea of kooks and faces he vaguely remembered as people he graduated high school with. They were getting too old to pretend like this was still fun like the universe hadn’t already projected the rest of their lives. But again, JJ Maybank was never one for all that universe shit.

The sunlight through the blinds shined into JJ’s eyes, making him groan and throw a pillow over his face. He had slept on the pullout last night, giving Kie the spare room. Pope was either on the floor or sprawled out on one of the recliners, JJ couldn’t remember. He went to check but was matched by a searing headache. Closing his eyes again he noticed the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Not two seconds later, June was opening the door to the Chateau. She let the screen door close behind her, making a noise loud enough to make JJ want to crawl inside his own body.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” June said when he had finally made his way to the kitchen.

“It’s too early for that shit.” He squinted.

She had left a bottle of water and some ibuprofen on the counter and he made a mental note to thank her when he wasn’t feeling like death itself.

“Hungry? I can do french toast, there’s bread.”

“Please,” Pope groans (from the recliner) as he rubbed his eyes.

“Tough night?” June asks, starting to bring another water bottle and meds over to the spot next to JJ. He watched as she walked back to the refrigerator, grabbing the half-empty carton of eggs and milk jug. She placed everything on the counter before standing on her tiptoes to grab a bowl. He noticed her shirt rose when she lifted her arms, exposing her stomach. JJ blinks, hard, and then instantly groans, reminded of his headache.

“I'll take that as a yes.”

Pope had since joined them at the table. He seemed to be handling his hangover better than JJ. The two of them talked about last night while JJ tried to piece it all together.

Just then John B stubbles into the kitchen, his hair sticking up in every direction, “Morning” he mumbles before taking his seat at the kitchen island. Like clockwork, June sets down medicine and a bottle of water, and JB thanks her.

“Hey, J, where’d you go last night?” John B asks.

“I just came back early,” JJ says truthfully.

June chimes in, “What? No lucky girl?” he narrows his eyes at her and she winks in response.

JJ clears his throat, “Nah, got all summer for that. Tourons aren’t even here yet.”

“Really?” Pope questioned, “You walked back?”

“Yeah, pretty sure I talked to Kie before I left,”

As if right on cue, Kiara comes shuffling out of the bedroom. Her eye makeup from last night is smeared and her hair is falling out of the bun on the top of her head.

“Speak of the devil,” JJ says when she joins them in the kitchen.

June, again, gets a bottle of water out of her bag and shakes out some ibuprofen from the jar, “Morning sleeping beauty,”

She narrows her eyes in response. No one messed with Kie in the mornings, especially when she was hungover. JJ wouldn’t be surprised if she hissed at them. There was one time they had all spent the night at the chateau and the next morning she was woken up by the rest of them doing something stupid in the yard. JJ could have sworn fire came out of her mouth. It physically hurt to be yelled at by Kiara.

Now, Kie takes the medicine from June and downs half the bottle of water, nods her appreciation, and walks over to the pullout where she rolls over, pulling the blankets over her head, falling back asleep. Safe for now, he thought.

The five of them had spent the rest of the day at the chateau. The girls had dedicated the afternoon to watching movies in the living room, while JJ, John B, and Pope sat around on the hammocks, swapping stories from last night. John B had allegedly won at flip cup three times, but Pope called bullshit.

The two of them had left to get some firewood to build a fire and pick up some food. JJ wandered down to the dock, took his shoes off, and stuck his feet in the water. The sun was starting to set and the reflection on the water looked like something out of a movie. He would never admit that to anyone though. He was just about to go back inside when June sat down next to him.

“Hey,” she started.

“Hey, how’s Kie? She chill out?”

She laughed, “Yeah. You know how she is.” JJ nodded. He knew.

“You doing okay?” June asks, bumping her shoulder against his. He could feel her eyes on his.

“Yeah, just. Rough night like you said.”

She must have accepted that response because she turned her gaze back to the water in front of them.

“What about you? Survive your birthday dinner, Ju Ju?”

She rolls her eyes, “barely. My aunt pestered my mom all evening. We were seconds away from the table being flipped.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was. Happens every time.”

“I’m sorry,”

She shrugged before speaking again, “can I tell you something?”

JJ nodded.

“I think I heard my soulmate yesterday. Right after you dropped me off. It was the weirdest feeling.”

“Really? How do you know?” JJ’s head was spinning with questions. It’s not like he couldn’t talk to Pope or John B about this, but it was different. They weren’t quite as open as June could be. Or maybe JJ didn’t want to be as open with them.

“I don’t know. I guess you just do. It’s not even like I knew the song or could even tell you what I thought it sounded like.” She breathed.

He looked at her now, her face was calm but her eyes were whirling. He could see her formulating her thoughts, trying to wrap her head around what she had heard.

JJ shook his head, “that’s crazy and so fast,”

“Right? I thought so too.” She paused, “J, it was so weird.”

“Good weird?”

“Yeah, comforting almost.” She was cracking her fingers, something she did when she was nervous. He noticed that she was still wearing the bracelet he had given her in the truck yesterday. He wondered what she thought about the whole soulmate thing. Her parents were still in love, there was no reason for her not to agree.

“Do you think-” he started, only to be interrupted by Kie yelling at them from the backdoor, “Pizza’s here!”

“Coming!” June yelled back, pushing herself up and slipping her shoes back on. She reached a hand out to JJ, who was still seated. He took it, even though he didn't need the help and the two of them started back to the rest of their friends.

It had been a week since the pogues had last hung out. JJ had picked up an extra project at the garage and was spending most of his time there. When he wasn’t, he was sleeping in John B’s spare room. But tonight, he was off and everyone was going to the boneyard.

Almost instantly, JJ pulled out a blunt and his lighter. The sun was in the weird period before it set and was completely dark and the waves were almost louder than the music. Almost. John B and Kiara carried down a few chairs and beach towels to the usual spot just south of where most people congregate. While Pope and June went to get drinks, JJ leaned against a tree, surveying the crowd. It was mostly people they knew from around the island. He recognized a few people from when he used to work at the country club, but the rest were new faces. He caught a girl looking in his direction from across the party. She was short with dark brown hair. He noticed she was alone, too. With one swift nod of his head and a hand through his hair, the girl was already walking over to him.

“Yeah, I really just couldn’t stay in the house any longer, you know?”

JJ nodded his head.

“Anyway, you’re from here?”

“Born and raised,” he replied with a smirk. JJ was trying to pay attention to the conversation, but he wasn’t sure he remembered her name and he definitely couldn’t tell how old she was. Was it Jess? It starts with a J he reassured himself.

“Are you here with anyone?” Jamie asked.

“Few friends of mine are hanging out over there,” JJ motioned, pointing Jackie in the direction of the pogues. He smiled slightly at all of his friends huddled around a fire. The moment was cut short when JJ noticed Topper and Kelce walking toward them. Almost instantly he got to his feet, muttering an apology to… Jade, and joined the others.

“JJ!” Kie sang when he walked over, clearly the drunkest of the five. She got up from where she was sitting to hug him only to stop short when she noticed the other boys.

“What the hell do you guys want?” She spits. John B stood up slowly.

“Hey, hey,” Topper starts, raising his hands in surrender, “just here to talk,”

“So talk,” Pope said. He was sitting next to June behind the rest of them.

Topper cleared his throat, “June? Can we-” He nodded toward the trees where JJ had just come from. Everyone’s eyes shoot to June who furrows her eyebrows before nodding her head and beginning to get up. Pope stands up with her.

“Look, I just want to have a conversation,” Topper states.

“It’s fine,” June says, starting to walk off. She

John B calls out, “You sure?”

June just nods her head.

“You better not fucking touch her dude or I swear to-”

Kie grabs his arm, “JJ,” she urges. June turns her head and gives him a look before walking off with Topper.

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knightofthecourt · 4 years

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Love Bites - Chapter 1

Belatrice Gray was a TA at Belgrave University, working hard to stay on top of her marking and trying not to flunk her own studies, when a night out with her bff Randall and his roommates, changed everything.

Hamish Duke x OC fiction with fluff, romance and angst. OC description purposefully left out to allow for reader personalisation.

“I call this one a Wolf Bite.” Hamish set the tall glasses down in front of Randall and Bela, smiling as they both took a sip, and then another immediately.

“Haim, this is amazing.” Bela said as Randall nodded in agreement. Her lips quirked up in delight, causing a rush of warmth to radiate throughout Hamish’s chest.

He seated himself across from her, trying to ignore the sudden fluttering in his stomach.

Belatrice Gray - Bela, to her friends - had transferred to Belgrave’s Linguistics department from a college on the West Coast at the start of the year. After Randall was assigned as her tour guide during orientation they’d become fast friends and now the RA spent almost as much time with her as he did with Hamish, Lilith and Jack.

Though Hamish was usually reluctant to let the others bring friends back to the Den, when Randall finally introduced them to Bela he’d instantly made an exception for her. Not only was she sweet, funny and smarter than anyone else he’d met at Belgrave, she was also fair with the students under her guidance as a TA, and a loyal and caring friend to Randall - qualities that Hamish admired greatly.

As Bela became a semi-regular fixture at their nights out, nights in and revision sessions, Hamish had found himself making an effort to be around whenever Bela was present.

They’d spent many afternoons this semester studying in the Den’s comfy living room and as finals drew closer, Randall regularly recruited Bela for last minute cramming sessions. This afternoon it was Advanced Anatomy, with a side of Diagnostic Reasoning.

The dark haired man sighed and flopped down next to Bela on the shabby-but-comfortable sofa. She shifted as he jostled the cushions, almost knocking her book out of her hands.

From his armchair Hamish could see Bela reach over and run her hand up and down Randall’s arm in a soothing gesture. “You’ll get there.” She said, still focused on her work. “You know this stuff already, you’re just tired.”

Randall scoffed. “That’s easy for you to say. I can’t believe you dropped out of Pre Med - your grasp of the human body is truly astounding.”

“Yeah, my mother can’t either,” Bela joked.

“Another thing you and the Ham-ster have in common.”

Hamish winced at the nickname, but let it go. Randall was tired, after all.

Bela frowned, “A good grasp of the human body?”

Randall, who had taken this moment to have a sip of his drink, choked on his mouthful.

Hamish reached over to pat his friend on the back. “Disappointing our parents.” he bowed his head slightly, “I was Pre Law.”

“Really? “ Bela said, raising an eyebrow. “When I imagine you in a courtroom, I put you in handcuffs.”

“Is that something you imagine regularly?” Hamish flashed her a smile. She laughed.

“Jesus,” Randall muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Hamish’s enhanced hearing to pick up. “If I don’t choke to death on my drink, the sexual tension in this room is going to smother me.”

He leapt up from his chair, narrowly avoiding the pillow that sailed past his head. “Anyone want a snack? I need popcorn.”

As he headed to the kitchen Hamish turned his attention to Bela. She was chewing on the end of a pen, lost in the pages of her textbook. His breath hitched as the afternoon light filtering in through the windows caught the edges of her hair, lighting a halo around her.

“Bels?”

“Mmhm?”

“Randall mentioned you’re swamped with work at the moment?”

“Oh?” Bela made a face. “Yeah, Professor Liebernacht dumped all of his marking on me again - big surprise. I have to grade ninety Syntactic Theory papers by the end of the week.”

“How about we mark papers together tonight?” Hamish tried to keep his voice light and even to disguise the hammering in his chest. “I have practise tests to get through, it’s going to take hours. Maybe we could get a take-out, keep each other company?”

“Oh.” She looked up from her book. “Yeah, that would be great actually. As long as you make me one of your signature cocktails too?”

A smile lit up his face. “I can make you as many cocktails as you like, I think we probably both need a drink this far into finals season.”

“Great idea Ham-and-cheese!” Randall said, returning with a large bowl clutched to his chest. “Hey Lil,” He yelled up the stairs, “Big night out tonight with Hamish and Bela, let’s blow off some steam.”

“What? No, that’s not what I-” Hamish began in protest.

“I’m in.” Lilith appeared in the hallway. “But I get to choose the bar this time, the last one Bela chose was lame.”

“Hey,” Bela objected.

“Cool, I’ll tell Jack and Alyssa.” Randall sat down, setting the popcorn on the coffee table in front of him, and pulled out his phone. “Meet here at 8pm?”

Bela looked from Randall to Hamish, who was glaring daggers at his friend. She shrugged.

“Great!” Randall’s phone buzzed. “They’re in. Thanks, Haim. We could all do with a break tonight - your papers can wait until tomorrow, can’t they?”

Hamish bit back his disappointment. “I guess they’ll have to.”

- - - - -

“Dude, you have to stop.”

Randall placed a hand firmly over Hamish’s, stilling the older man’s fingers. He’d been drumming his nails on their table for the past ten minutes and even with the music in the club drowning out the sound, it was extremely irritating.

“What’s up with you tonight?”

“Nothing.” Hamish lied, freeing his hand from Randall’s grasp.

Randall’s suspicion grew as he followed Hamish’s gaze to the bar where Jack, Bela and Alyssa were ordering a round of shots.

“Fine.” Hamish groaned, when he noticed Randall surveying Bela. “It’s just weird. I asked Bela on a date and now we’re all hanging out together.”

Randall’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “What?! You finally asked her out? When the hell did that happen?”

“This afternoon. I asked her to hang out tonight.”

“But did you really?” Lillith smirked over the top of her glass. “I’m not sure she realised you were actually asking her out.”

“When did this happen?” Randall frowned “And how come you know about it when I don’t Lil?”

“Duh. I’m a werewolf.” She shrugged. “I can hear everything in that house.”

“You were there, Randall.” said Hamish, glancing over at Bela who, thankfully was still out of earshot.

“Oh.” Randall’s eyes widened. “That was a date? Hamish, I totally blocked you!”

“He blocked himself.” Lillith shook her head. “In what world is asking someone to mark papers with you a date?”

“I know.” Hamish rubbed his neck. “I thought it might be a good jumping off point? Actually spending some time alone together.”

A smile worked its way across Randall’s face. “Well if it’s alone time you want, you only had to ask!”

“Randall, don’t” Hamish hissed.

“Don’t what?” Jack asked, placing a tray of shots down in front of his friends. Bela slipped into the booth next to Hamish, brushing his thigh with hers as she slid across to make space for Alyssa and Jack.

Randall grabbed a shot and threw it back. “Jack, Alyssa - Lillith was just telling me how much she wanted to dance.” He said, barely pausing to take breath.

“No I - Ow.” Lillith bared her teeth at Randall. She jerked her leg out of his reach, massaging the sore spot on her left shin. “Yeah,” she agreed, “I totally want to dance. On the dance floor. With people. Hamish you stay here and look after our shit.”

She grabbed Jack’s arm and yanked him from the booth before he could pick up his drink. Randall followed her, gesturing for Alyssa to join them.

Bela and Hamish sat in stilted silence for a moment before Hamish cleared his throat. “You can go and dance if you want to, I don’t mind looking after everything.”

“Actually, I’m good here.” Bela said.

Hamish’s cheeks glowed as he returned her easy smile.

Bela was enjoying spending time with Randall and his friends but she couldn’t deny that she’d rather be grading papers with Hamish tonight. At first Randall has requested that they hang out at the Den as it was quieter than the dorms and closer to the campus than her apartment, but recently it had been at Bela’s insistence that they’d studied there. Bela hadn’t been sure if Randall realised it was because she wanted an excuse to spend time with Hamish, but his not so subtle attempt at leaving them alone to go ‘dancing’, had pretty much just confirmed that he knew about her crush.

Bela cringed. Hopefully Hamish didn’t realise that their friend was playing matchmaker, that would just be too embarrassing.

“Bels?” Hamish was staring at her in confusion. Bela realised he’d been talking to her this whole time.

“Sorry,” she stuttered, “what were you saying?”

As he leaned forward in his chair the club’s strobe lights cast his face in shadow, picking out the contours of his high cheekbones and strong jaw. Bela’s gaze followed the line up from his neck, to his full lips and then up to his eyes, which were trained on her.

“I was asking if you wanted to hang out tomorrow instead. I know I said grading papers but we could do something else if you want? There’s a new sci-fi film on at the student lounge or we could go out to eat.” He tipped his head towards the dance floor. “Lillith informed me that grading papers isn’t really a date activity.”

Bela felt a well of happiness bubble up. So Hamish was actually asking her out? She hadn’t been sure before.

“She’s wrong,” Bela shook her head. “Anything can be a date if you’re with the right person.” As a smile flooded Hamish’s face her lips turned up to mirror his.

“You know you haven’t said yes, yet.”

Bela paused, as if considering his proposal. “Actually, I’m hungry now. Do you want to get some-”

“Yes,” Hamish interrupted before she finished. He beamed at her. “Let’s go, I’ll tell the others we’re leaving.”

“Great,” said Bela, “I’m just going to grab my coat. I’ll meet you outside.”

As they made their way across the club neither of them noticed the figure watching them from the other side of the room.

- - - - -

If you ignored the distant bass leaking from the building’s windows it could almost be considered peaceful out here, Bela thought. She inhaled the fresh, cool air, enjoying how it chased away the faint buzz in her temples, and leaned against a wall, scrolling through her phone as she waited for Hamish.

“Hey,” a voice broke through the night. “You’re Bela, right?”

Bela turned to find a young man next to her. He was wearing a Belgrave t-shirt under a fitted plaid shirt, and his dirty blonde hair was cropped in a trendy cut. Despite looking like every other rich, entitled frat boy on Bela’s course, as he grinned up at her his face was pleasant.

“Uh, yeah,” Bela frowned in confusion. He looked vaguely familiar. “Do I know you?”

“Tanner Jeffries - I’m new to the Linguistics department.” He held out a hand, shaking hers firmly when she placed her palm in his.

He chuckled lightly, making his cheeks dimple. “I know what you’re thinking - why oh, why would anyone join Linguistics? Well, I’m a glutton for punishment. I just couldn’t resist meeting the notorious Professor Liebernacht.”

“He’s the worst,” Bela confirmed, with a small laugh “I’ll be surprised if we have any students left after this year.”

“Yeah, you should see his reviews on Rate My Prof.”

“I know,” Bela couldn’t help but return his smile. “Half of those are from his TAs.”

Tanner chuckled again. He reached up to rub the side of his neck and shot her an apologetic look. “Hey, I know this is a bit weird but my car’s not starting. I was going to ask for a flashlight in the club so I can check out the engine but… could I borrow the light on your phone. It’ll just take a minute.”

“Uh-” Bela hesitated. She threw a brief glance over her shoulder at the club’s entrance. “Yep, sure. No problem.”

The parking lot beside the club was eerily vacant, considering how many people were packed into the heaving room. As they walked towards the only car there, a blue four wheel drive in the corner of the lot, Tanner dropped behind her, digging around his pockets for his keys.

Bela turned to the car, “Ok, where’s the latch-”

As Tanner’s hand clamped over her face she let out a startled shriek.

Bela’s thoughts filled with panic. She acted on instinct, struggling against his hold as Tanner’s other arm twisted around her waist, almost lifting her off the floor. Her fingers scrambled to find purchase, finally catching around his shirt, which she pulled sharply, trying to throw him off balance.

He grunted with effort, blocking her mouth to stifle her screams. “You don’t need to make this - urgh - any harder. Dormitum Dimittatur.”

Bela slumped in his arms.

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As Hamish predicted, Randall was incredibly happy that he was taking Bela out to eat. He’d thrown his arms around Hamish’s neck and tipsily mumbled about how his best friends were falling in love for almost ten minutes, until Lillith had taken pity on the older man and peeled Randall off him, promising they’d all meet back at the Den in a few hours.

Hamish hurried out of the club, keen to find Bela and start their date, but she was nowhere to be found.

He frowned. It wasn’t like Bela to just up and leave without telling them. Even if she’d changed her mind about going out with him she would have just said - wouldn’t she?

After pacing in front of the club for a few moments he managed to pick up the faint scent of her perfume on the cold night breeze - sometimes being a werewolf was really useful. He followed the trail around the side of the building, frowning again when he reached the parking lot.

This doesn’t make sense, he thought, an uneasy feeling settling in his stomach. They’d walked to the club and none of them were in a state to drive anywhere tonight. Maybe the alcohol was throwing off his game. He pulled out his phone and dialed Bela’s number, silently thanking Tundra as his enhanced hearing picked up the sound of vibration.

As Hamish followed it to the edge of the lot, his breathing quickened and the unease grew into dread.

“Oh no,” he whispered, kneeling beside the glowing object.

It was Bela’s phone, lying face up in the gravel.

#the order #hamish duke #hamish duke x reader #hamish duke x oc #randall carpio #lillith bathory #the knights of saint christopher #werewolves #love bites

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artnerd1123 · 4 years

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Gotta return the favor! 1C, 4-6C, 9C, 12C (Your choice on who for each one), and 1-2P, 4P, 7-9P.

ooo this is a big ol cluster!!! ty v much :D also rip again bc it long LKSJDF

1 was already answered for both!

4: What map would you find this character on? You’d find both of em on the Skeld! Bun doesn’t much like bases, and nub avoids them in favor of ships.

5: What task do they dread the most? For nub, it’s most of them. They’re still learning to do tasks in the first place, often reverting to their impostor role and being unable to do anything. I guess, to be specific, the med scan would make them real nervous. Nothin like a full body scan to tell everyone there’s definitely not a human in the suit!

6: What task would they call their favorite? Nub really likes emptying the chute! Seeing the trash go flying out into space is fun :D

9: Do they have a home? What’s it like? Bun lived on an earthlike planet! It had an amazing view of the stars, and it’s a mix of tech and nature- probably like solarpunk with some cyberpunk mixed in there. She loves it a lot, even if she doesn’t visit very often anymore.

12: What’s a fun fact about them? Bun makes a lot of gadgets that’re in use around the ship!!! She’s especially proud of her tablet updates, which make them resistant to damage and process things much faster (see: download tasks). Nub can survive without a suit in space, it’s just uncomfortable- they’ve gotta regulate their size very strictly out there or they’ll get ripped apart by lack of pressure.

for me we have--

1: What map would you say is your favorite? the skeld... it’s the one I know best, and it has v nice space-horror vibes :3

2: If you play the game, what’s been your favorite/most memorable round so far? oh oof, good question??? I suppose my first round i won as an impostor!!! I managed to hide a body behind a chair in nav, and took everyone out by cutting the oxygen after murder was taking too long. almost got caught while i was killin in electric, too, but had a really quick cooldown, so slkjdflksdf. it was a fun time :0 also notable was that one round i played where i asked red if i could trust them bc there were 3 of us left, and red said yes, and so we ended up winning. i played a couple more rounds with em. red, whoever and wherever u are, hope ur doin good homie-

4: What’s worse, scanning alone in Medbay, filling the Engine tanks, doing Simon Says in Reactor, or having Electrical tasks? uhhhh hm. considering I don’t really hate any of these, probably filling the engine? just for the time it takes. I sprint to electrical to knock out my tasks there fast, and i’ve scanned n been fine plenty of times. Simon says is a lil annoying, but it hasn’t been super deadly. So... yea, ig the engine filling jus bc it takes 600 years and 2 trips lskjfdlsf

7: What’s your favorite task? clearing asteroids!!! i like to try and hit every rock that flies past slkdjfs :3

8: What’s your least favorite task? downloading anywhere, but especially comm :,)

9: What role do you prefer, Crewmate or Impostor? crewmate, i only rarely play as impostor unless it’s with friends :V

#these r!!! so fun!!!!!!!!!!#ty light :D #and ye... there r som fun deets sldkjfs #comm is my mortal enemy i hate it down there LSKJDF #arty asks #among us oc #bunbun among us #nubnub among us #among us #lightkrets312

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 209 - Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 209 - Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?

[Blake goes to find Negan and tries to figure out why he’s been keeping tings from her?]

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It took Blake ten minutes to find Negan, now walking alone down one of the darkened Sanctuary hallways.

He was bundled up, with a thick navy jacket thrown over his usual leather one, carrying Lucille in one hand, and Blake noted that Mia was absent from the other.

But knowing that the toddler was likely safe somewhere, Blake had far more pressing matters to corner him about.

"Peaches," grinned the dark-haired Saviour, glancing over her shoulder covertly for a moment, checking there was no one else around. "Can I jus' say, you look like one smokin' hot mamma, this afternoon-"

"Don't flirt with me, Negan," Blake snapped, coming to stop a mere breath away from him, looking stern and jabbing him in the chest with her finger. "Why didn't you tell me that people were getting sick, huh?"

Blake saw the smile falter from Negan's face.

"Darlin'-"

"No, Negan, I'm serious. I'm done with you keeping shit like this from me," she said angrily. "We're supposed to be a team here-"

"Yeah I know that," said Negan suddenly frowning himself. "But Carson was handlin' it."

Blake gave an enormous huff at his words, raising her hands in exasperation. "And what happens if this spreads? What if everyone gets sick? What if people start dying, Negan?"

But before the blonde could say another word, Negan had grasped both her wrists stopping her mid-gesture.

"If that shit happens, getting wound up about it ain't gonna help anyone!" he said stopping Blake in her tracks, her visibly calming before him. "We've got a damn doctor here an' that's more than most-"

But Blake shook her blonde head looking forlorn.

"I know but at some point were going to run out of meds and if that happens people won't want to stay here. There's only so loyal they can be when people start dying," she admitted, her shoulders slumping dejectedly. "You just should have told me is all."

Negan gave a long hearty sign, letting go of Blake's wrists.

"Sorry, Doll," the dark-haired Saviour exhaled, running a hand down his visibly exhausted face. "Jus' had a lot of shit on my mind lately and didn' wan' to offload any of that crap on you."

And for the first time today Blake looked at Negan. Really looked at him.

He looked almost a shadow of the man he had been just a few weeks ago.

Heavy purple bags lay beneath his eyes and Blake was almost certain his hair was flecked with a little more grey than normal.

His shoulders rolled forward and he looked strained. Like everything at the moment was really taking a hard toll on him.

"Negan, I'm here to help. Offload all you want," Blake said with a small shake of her head. "If I can't help, I won't, simple as that."

Negan gave a hefty sigh.

"I know Darl'. I guess I jus' didn' think that layin' all that shit on a pregnant gal was the gentlemanly thing to do."

Blake smirked at his response, one of her slender eyebrows raising up into her hairline.

"Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?" she teased, licking her lips.

At her words Negan seemed to relax a little, lifting his chin and grinning back at her.

There it was. That spark back within his gaze again.

"So where'd you ditch Mia this time?" Blake pressed as the pair soon fell into step with one another, making their way back toward the large dining hall, as Blake slipped her hand easily into his.

Negan gave a huff.

"With Frankie," he replied, gesturing before him with the hand now carrying Lucille. "Kid was fine one minute, an' the next, all hell breaks loose. She jus' starts bawlin' for no damn reason!"

Blake offered him a bemused look.

"Must have been a reason," the blonde poked. "I swear if you've been telling her any more of your stories-"

The dark-haired man certainly was keen on telling Mia all sorts of gory, boastful stories about his rise to the top during their walks. Never in Blake's presence of course, as he knew full well his balls would be on the line. But of course, every time Mia had nightmares about "monshters", the blonde was very aware it was likely down to Negan these days.

"Wasn' me, Darlin'!" Negan said loudly, leaning back on his legs as he looked at her. "Kid's been outta sorts all mornin'. Huffin' at me one minute like I wronged her in some fuckin' way. Then the next minute its all tears and wailin'. Kinda like her Mom-OUCH!-"

Negan winced as Blake dug him in the side of the ribs with her elbow.

"-alright, alright, cool it, Peaches, I was jus' kiddin' around."

But the blonde looked up to see the dark-haired fiend grinning back at her, and so gripping his hand ever-tighter, the tall pair headed around the corner, leaving the cold hallway behind them silent and empty once more.

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Just a short little chapter to tide you over! Hope that was ok!

#negan #negan twd #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #twd #The Walking Dead #negan oc #negan fanfiction #negan otp #negan and blake #negan fic #negan jdm #JDM #twd fic

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aisling-beatha · 5 years

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One-Shot #2 [SFW]

The Walking Dead | Daryl Dixon X Reader

Warning: Mentioning of domestic violence, physical and emotional abuse

Daryl would never beat a woman. Hell, he'd probably never touch her unless it was utterly needed. His complicated childhood with the old man drinking his life away and his older brother constantly being high or in jail, Daryl quickly learned that with assault and battery, nothing would end well. Though he could still beat all the crap out anyone who even tried to approach the people he cared about. But manhandling a woman... That was too much for him. That's why it made his blood boil when he learned about your previous relationship.

You had been married to the man for a few years when the outbreak started. The thing started as something magical like in those novels you loved to read. At first, you couldn't believe to be lucky to have the man by your side, to share the bed with him. To share his name. Before he would take you to different places for your dates, and he never failed to surprise you with the choice. Flowers, lovely dinners, passionate nights spent together... Everything seemed to be a dream.

Your first year of life as a married couple went pretty well too until it changed. Your husband stayed late at work, coming home in a black mood. In the beginning, you didn't think something was off. You would still offer a loving smile and nuzzle closely to him at night. Anybody could have a complicated situation at work, right? That's why you didn't pay much attention again when he started to leave for a few shots at a bar with his colleagues. The man needed his space, you thought. It kept on going for weeks and months. Then it became worse.

Your hands were shaking, while you were doing up the buttons of the shirt. The fabric had to be dense enough to cover fresh cuts and bruises. Some of them were still bleeding. Thank God, the shirt was black.

You no longer saw the man you had fallen for. All the affection, all the tenderness he had possessed now were gone. Harshness and tyranny replaced them. He accused you of every failure in his life. And after all, he would take out all of the frustration on you, beating and humiliating. With days passing by, it only became worse. You no longer could go out without covering your full body: arms, legs, your neck, and shoulders. And the thing was, no matter what you did, you could never make him stop. You were scared for your life. But more than that, you were scared to leave.

Your single attempt resulted in you being taken to the hospital with a broken rib. Your husband followed you in and out, lying through his teeth about a terrible car accident. And for years after that, you couldn't find the strength to do that again. Eating the dust and silently praying to God every night.

By the time the group found the prison, you and Daryl had already gotten together. The man turned out to be a very gentle partner and lover. Which quite surprised you at first. Daryl was never the man of many words or showing affection, yet when it came to your being in the relationship, some things changed. Small touches here and there to provide comfort, patting shoulders or back, gentle kisses when nobody was watching. It seemed no matter what, he'd always put you and your safety in the first place, always making sure you weren't hurt, hungry or cold. It still surprised you sometimes how even small details couldn't escape him. Daryl instantly knew if something was wrong. The way your eyes would get sadder sometimes, your shoulders would tense up, could tell him more than words. That's why being in the relationship with him was so special.

Daryl had never laid a hand on you, but it didn't mean you two never argued. On a particularly rough day when you'd remember your ex, you would go to Carol. The woman became your dearest friend. There, sitting in the kitchen, you would silently cry to her, sharing your worries about your and Daryl's future together. You couldn't let a thought of him hurting you cross your mind. But every time you two had even a small fight, something inside of you was off. You didn't want to lose him, you couldn't afford to lose him. But after all, you were so damn scared of Daryl becoming your ex-husband. And every time you went talking to Carol, you'd be silently hoping that she would understand. And she did. She always did. Being in an abusive relationship with Ed, Carol now was the only person in the whole group who'd actually understand it. And every time you came to her, she would listen to you, and she would reassure you. Again and again. Daryl wasn't like your ex. Not a single thing about him was the same. Carol loved to tell you that Daryl was that kind of a man who'd love you for the rest of his life. He would die, and he would sure as hell kill for you. And at the end of the day, she was always right.

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The run didn't go as smoothly as planned. You ended up encircled by a rather big herd that left you outnumbered. More than that, you accidentally dislocated your shoulder on your way back to the car. And by accidentally you meant tripping over a stone and falling right onto your rifle which, thank God, didn't shoot. But despite all the trouble, your group managed to find lots of supplies, including food and meds. And as soon as Rick set your shoulder, you took the way back home.

Back at the prison, you laid on the bunk in your and Daryl's cell, stretching out your aching body. Daryl, as it seemed, still wasn't back from the hunt. Though, he could be anywhere really. The man could be skinning his game in the kitchen or having his time in the guard tower. The two of you, after all, really respected one's privacy. Though, his absence made you worry. This morning you hadn't told him about your plans of joining Rick and others on a supply run. Daryl was an early riser, so he had gotten up long before you did and had gone hunting. Your thoughts were elsewhere when you heard Carol calling your name. She was passing by your cell when she stopped.

"He's back..." she said with a concerned look. "And he's in a bad mood."

You noded, getting up and muttering a quiet "thanks".

Of course, it couldn't be anything different. Daryl was angry with you. And now you could only hope it wouldn't lead to another devastating fight between you two. Daryl rushed into the cell a few minutes later.

"Hey," you said, trying to calm your trembling voice.

Daryl didn't answer. You saw his whole body immediately tensing up.

"Look, I know you're angry," you rubbed your face, looking away. "And I'm sorry."

You really did feel guilty for not telling Daryl about the run. But you didn't really have a choice. Your group needed supplies: medication, ammo, clothes, food after all. Everything was in short supply, and Daryl simply couldn't go out hunting every single day and night. Though he would, you knew that. So when Rick asked you to join him and Glenn on the run, you agreed without a second thought.

"You were already gone so I couldn't warn you. But I'm fine, see? I mean, nothing bad happened except for a dislocated shoulder, but that was just me being stupid..."

"Yeah?" Daryl cut you off. His harsh voice was like a rumble of thunder, echoing in the cell. "Stupid, huh? Wha' the hell were ya even thinkin'?"

He was looking at you with such an intense look, that he could probably kill with it.

"Ya weren't really thinking, were ya?!" Dary made his way up to you. "Being so reckless 'n shit."

You reflexively took a few steps back, feeling your back hit the wall. It happened sometimes during your small fights when Daryl would raise his voice on you but it never really affected you that much. But now, something about his mood was different. You saw his jaw tightened and a vein popping out in his neck. Daryl wasn't just annoyed. God, he was furious. You felt the panic rising up to your throat making it hard to breathe.

"I'm-I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you worry, I swear. Rick had asked me to join them... I just wanted to help" you mumbled, trying to justify yourself but the words were coming out jumbled.

"And if tha' asshole asked ya to shoot yourself, ya'd do tha' too, huh? 'Cause ya jus' wanted to help?!" Daryl was throwing his arms in the air, emphasizing every word, coming closer and closer. He almost pinned you down the wall, standing right in front of you.

Daryl was never the one to second-guess Rick's decisions. More than that, he would usually be the first to obey them. And it was a common knowledge that Rick would never put his people in danger, their safety was always in the first place. That's why you couldn't believe that Daryl had just said something like that. Eventually, Daryl was shouting something else to your face, but your mind couldn't catch up to his words anymore. You had ringing in the ears, and it felt as if the ground was slowly slipping away from under your feet. You had to bring hands to cover your face when Daryl took another step forward, as panic overtook you. You didn't even notice you were holding your breath until you started hyperventilating.

"Don't, oh God, please don't!" You started mumbling, closing your eyes and sliding down the wall on the floor.

You tried to make yourself as small as possible as the images of your ex filled your head, and you almost started to cry.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't..."

You were too caught up in your memories to notice the way Daryl's body went numb. He couldn't move, watching you in pure shock. Your eyes were shut, and you were trembling hard. Your mumbling turned into whispering as you no longer could register anything around you. It took him almost a minute to understand what was happening. And as soon as the realization of what he had done hit him, he fell onto the floor next to you, not even bothering for his knees. Daryl tried to reach you, touching your shoulder. Guilt washed over him as you flinched from his touch.

"Y/N... Shit, girl, 'm sorry" his voice cracked.

Daryl pulled you to his chest, stroking your hair, whispering apologies as tears filled his eyes. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought of the way he had approached you. Of what he had done to you. He didn't just shout at you. He made you afraid. You were still trembling, fighting off your anxiety when familiar smell and warmth surrounded you. As quickly as appeared, a vision of your ex escaped your mind, as you were propped against Daryl's broad chest with his hands around you.

It took you several minutes to calm down. You let a shaky breath, sniffing and finally opened your eyes, letting your arms stay around your middle. Your misty eyes met Daryl's terrified gaze. Another wave of panic hit you when you realized what just happened.

"I'm sorry, shit, I didn't want to" you tried to move, feeling the urge to leave and not to make things worse. But Daryl's strong arms just tightened around you, making it impossible for you to escape.

"Did ya... Did ya think I was gonna hit ya? Like yer ol' man?" Daryl asked after some time.

He was whispering, his voice uneven. His eyes never left yours as he watched you nodding slowly and hiding your face. He exhaled slowly, and you started to apologize again, feeling incredibly guilty for making him feel bad and insecure about himself. You knew Daryl would be beating himself up for what had happened.

"'M sorry" was all he could say.

You lifted your head again, watching the man closely. He had such a hurt expression that it made your heart ache for him.

"It's not on you, Daryl," you said quietly, resting your forehead on his shoulder and hesitantly hugging him back. "It's still hard for me to forget, you know... Sometimes I just forget he is not here anymore."

Daryl just pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head and closing his eyes.

"You're safe here. 'M not gonna let anything hurt you again. 'M sorry, I was an asshole to you."

Today, Daryl thought he lost you. You left. That was what he heard from others when he came back from hunting. He trusted Rick and Glenn to keep you safe but still every time you went out without him by your side, an obnoxious feeling would fill his heart. Daryl couldn't lose you. Not after everything you'd come through. You were the first one to show him what it meant to be loved, to be cared about. You proved him that, after all, he wasn't broken, he wasn't damaged. Yet, here were you. An angel, in his eyes. Daryl hated to see you broken, he hated that he couldn't help it too. If your husband had been still alive, Daryl would have killed him slowly, making up for all the pain he'd given you through years. Daryl somehow knew for sure that he just wouldn't make it, if something happened to you. Whatever it was in you that made him like that, he couldn't resist the desperate will to take all your pain. To make you forget.

"I'm a mess," you said quietly after a while. "You know that."

That wasn't really the question. Daryl knew you still had nightmares of your ex, you still tried to hide all old scars, you were still trying to find your worth. And Daryl was always there to help you.

"Ya ain't," he said in a gruff voice, pulling away to look into your eyes. He cupped your cheeks, whipping your tears with his thumbs and repeated himself. "Ya ain't."

Whatever it was between you two, it was nothing like either of you had before. You were still fighting your old demons, but as they say, you can't get away from your past. And as long as there's someone by your side, as long as someone's there for your battles, you're not too far gone.

#the walking dead #the walking dead imagine #twd fanfiction #twd imagine #daryl dixon #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #reader

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westonthebeston · 4 years

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Family Reunion \\ Westons

WHO: Juliet and Rory Weston

WHEN: Monday, January 20th, evening.

NOTES: Rory and Juliet haven’t seen each other since he walked out on their family. Juliet wasn’t expecting to see this face on her way back up to the baby she was supposed to be keeping an eye on.

WORD COUNT: 2,043

There were certain hazards that came with working in security. Especially when you had to take someone to the ground and they were high enough to act like a fucking rhino. Rory had been able to do his job - he was great at it, in fact. That's the main reason he was the go-to on big jobs. But there were also some draw backs like having your damn shoulder popped out of its socket. It wouldn't be the first time and before Rory was always one to be able to pop it back in himself but after multiple attempts, he decided not to risk it. A quick visit to the ER would get it popped back into place and he'd be back on his way. Sitting on one of the bed, he checked his phone before giving a quick glance around, not really paying attention to much until he felt the ghost of some one crawl up his back.

No. That was impossible.. Was it..? It had been years since he'd seen his sister, and she looked older now, more grown up, and she was definitely not a patient. She worked here? Something cold curled inside of him and just as one of the doctor's walked up to him, Rory jumped off of the bed. "I'm sorry. I should probably go." The man tried to argue with him about his shoulder but Rory stepped back, about to leave when he knocked over a tray of instruments. "Shit. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry about that.."

Juliet heard the clatter and really hoped it wasn't another junkie getting aggressive with the nurses, though, when she turned around, the man that was staring at her. Rory.

Juliet had tried to keep contact with her brother when he'd taken off, but ... nothing. She knew he went out West, possibly California, and maybe that had influenced her decision to go to Stanford, but she hadn't expected to see him out of the blue, not at work .. Not today when she'd just been given an amazing opportunity. She'd only been walking through the ER to get back to Officer Evans, Alice, and Johnny.

It only took a second to see that Rory was trying to dash for it so she quickly caught up and faced him, even if the idea ... scared her. She hadn't seen him in ... years.

"Ror- Jus- .. What are you doing here? Are you hurt?"

Shit. Rory hadn't been ready for this blast from the past. After he left home, telling his family he was going for a walk and never coming back, he'd started up a whole new life. Somewhere far from anyone who knew what he'd done, and what he'd lost. It was how he'd wanted it. His family would be better off without him.

And he believed it too. But now his little sister was in front of him and he felt.. scared. "Uh. H-hey, uh.. hi. How's it.. going? Hurt? No.. No, i'm just.." He looked at his shoulder and waved his good hand dismissively. "I'm fine. I was actually just heading out," he said, taking another step away from her. She was a doctor now. See? He told himself. Her life was better without him. "It's good to see you though," he turned quickly and stepped outside as fast as he could.

Of course he was trying to escape. Juliet wasn't having that, not again. "Rory!" She shouted after him, hustling outside and grabbing his elbow. "You can't just run away all the time," Juliet told him, hating that there were tears in her eyes. At least they were outside and none of her superiors were around.

When Rory had left Juliet had been beside herself. Her big brother was always there and suddenly he was gone. Losing Cole had been hard enough, but a year later her brother just ... left. Nothing felt like it was going to be okay anymore so she'd done what she could to forget it all and poured herself into school. First high school, then college courses for extra credit. She got into every school to applied to, but, she chose Stanford. Her work didn't stop there though, she graduated at the top of her class and had her pick of hospitals. She stayed in California, probably subconsciously hoping to find him but ... now he was here and she didn't know how to make him stay.

Rory had always known that he'd fucked up back then and it was impossible not to think about it. He still had a scar down his arm from where the broken glass from the window had torn into his skin. Every morning he got dressed, he saw it and he thought about what happened. He hadn't expected to see Juliet and it would be better for her if that didn't last long.

But he should have known she would follow him. "Jules, it's--ow, fuck." He stopped where he was when she grabbed his elbow, making a grunting sound as he grabbed his dislocated arm. Okay so he couldn't exactly hide that little fact now. "I was just getting my arm.. popped back in or whatever. I didn't know you were here," he said in an apologetic voice.

Juliet sighed when he told her his arm was dislocated. Why was she not surprised. It was probably a fight, but judging by his lack of bloodied up face, he'd won.

"Come inside, Rory. I'll help you with your arm." All she wanted was for Rory to stay but ... maybe pushing it was the wrong thing to do. "You can escape after that ... okay?"

He stood in place for a minute, thinking about his options. He could have left. He could walk away. It wasn't far to another hospital, just a couple miles, and he could go there. But before he'd even made a decision on whether he was staying or going, Rory was following her inside. He kept his head down as he walked back to the bed and sat on the edge. He should have just stayed quiet but the curiosity was too loud. "How long have you been here?" They'd occupied the same city and hadn't even known.

"Eight years," Juliet answered without even a thought. When Juliet got into her "Doctor Zone" her friends had called it, she quieted. She gently took his arm, warning him that it would hurt, and efficiently popped his shoulder back in.

"Go easy on it," Juliet warned him, as she scribbled a prescription for some low dose painkillers. "And you can take these as you need. A little stronger than Advil but nothing special."

Did she want to beg him for information? Yes. But Juliet knew her brother and he was stubborn and he obviously didn't want to be here so who was she to force it?

"You've been here for eight--" There was a little warning enough but then a grunt of paint as he felt his shoulder go back into its socket. He turned his head to the side, rode out the feeling and then flexed his fingers to work through the pins and needles he felt.

Waving off the prescription, Rory jumped up to his feet. "I don't need that. Even the low dose stuff makes me groggy and I have to be on it for my job." He should have just thanked her and walked away like he'd been trying to earlier but now he felt like he wanted to stay. That was a dangerous feeling. "So.. eight years, really?"

He didn't leave.

Juliet had been bracing herself for a quick escape but .. he stayed just standing there. She wanted to smile but was scared if she did, he'd vanish into thin air, like it felt he did before. So instead, she nodded. "Moved here after graduation. Stanford for undergrad and med school. I just started interning here in September, for surgery."

All this time, he thought. A part of him wanted to pull her in his arms and hug her. He'd missed her, missed his family, missed a lot of things.. but guilt was real. "Wow," he said under his breath. "That's.." He nodded a few times, lowering his gaze to the ground. It felt like he couldn't even look at her. Like if he did, he'd see her recognizing someone who killed their cousin. He saw enough of that in his mirror every day and he'd avoided seeing it come from her. "That's really cool, Jules. Good for you."

He couldn't even look her in the eye, that stung. All Juliet wanted to do was ... make the last few years disappear. She wanted to be at home, watching him "go for a walk", and just ... follow him. Make it so he couldn't leave again. "Thanks, Rory..."

Juliet took a step back, making sure he knew he could leave if he wanted to. But, as she did she pulled her phone out and opened up the contacts app. "Add yourself? Please?" She asked, trying to look into his eyes.

Rory told himself to apologize and make a quick escape. They hadn't seen each other once in those eight years so they could continue to go back to that. He'd just make sure that he didn't bring himself back to this hospital if he needed it.

But he looked up and caught the look in her eyes, something that was so brightly pleading. He'd seen that look so many times growing up, when his little sister wanted something and she'd figured out how to get him to give it to her. He let out a breath and nodded once before tentatively taking the phone and typing his number.

Then as he handed it back, he lowered his attention back to the ground, holding his arm against his side. "Thanks for.. you know.." he motioned to his arm. "I um, I'm really glad that you're.. you know.. doing well." God, he hated himself in that moment.

Juliet pocketed the phone immediately, not even wanting to check if the number looked fake, she'd have to have a little faith right now, faith he was still the brother she knew and loved. Maybe things had changed after the accident, but she still loved her big brother, always would.

"It's my job," she chuckled, looking at his shoulder. "And, uh, just doing what I can, y'know." I miss you. She couldn't finish her sentence though, she couldn't have him shoot her down, not after finding him again, even if it was an accident.

I miss you. Rory nodded at her comment, "Yeah. Right. I think we just, you know, kind of do the best we can. I guess." What the hell was he saying? If he was going to go, he needed to go so he took a step towards the door. "I uh, gave the front desk lady my insurance information so I'll--" Shaking his head at himself, he sighed, "Sorry. You don't.. care about insurance information. I'm.. I'll.. right.." It was so good seeing you. "I'll... bye." Rory gave a quick nod of his head and then turned, heading out the door and forcing himself not to look back or run back the way he wanted to.

He didn't even hug her goodbye. She watched him go hoping he'd just ... turn around but...

Tears stung her eyes and Juliet knew she needed out of that ER now. She needed to be gone before she ran into Nichol or any of her other higher ups. She needed to stay away from Icaro, she didn't need the Chief seeing her weak like this. The door to the nearest on call room was locked, but, there was an open supply closet across the hall and that was good enough for now.

Closing the door behind her she broke down, sliding down the door onto the ground. She hadn't cried like this in years. It wasn't fair that he could just .. waltz out the door like she was just his doctor.

Eventually she calmed down, figuring it'd only been ten minutes or so. Checking her phone almost an hour and a half had passed since she'd left the ER. Shit, shit, shit, shit. She knew she needed to get back to Johnny or she was dead.

#para #chara:rory weston

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our-smooty · 5 years

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Crank the Volume

Fandom: Gorillaz

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: 2doc

Tags: Genderswap, body worship

Summary: By this point, 2D should have known better than to go anywhere alone with Murdoc.

By this point, 2D should have known better than to go anywhere alone with Murdoc. Even for something as innocent as the offer of a drink or two inside the Winnebago. Things started out innocent enough, or at least, relative to the situation. Murdoc poured them a few shots of something from a bottle under her mattress, then another, and then they talked music for a while.

2D knew how bad alcohol could mix with her meds, so she tried to slow down by grabbing a beer from the mini fridge by the door. Murdoc stuck with the mystery bottle, but knowing her tolerance, she’d need a lot more than that to really get wasted.

Trouble began when the conversation started to lull and Murdoc started to get restless. They’d been relaxing back on the bed, listening to some metal album when she shot up with the kind of look in her eye that 2D knew meant something was about to happen.

“2D, DeeDee…” she crooned flipping over onto her knees and crawling towards the singer. Her band t-shirt was loose around the collar, exposing her rack. 2D tried not to stare too much.

“Y-yeah, Muds?” she answered, feeling suddenly vulnerable surrounded by everything Murdoc.

The bassist was crawling forward now, getting as close to 2D as she could without actually straddling her. “D’you like this song?”

2D blinked blankly for a second; she’d honestly forgotten they were listening to anything. She took a moment to listen before answering.

“You know me, I-I’m not a huge fan of metal. It’s OK though!” she stuttered, eyes darting around the room looking at anything that wasn’tthe bassist.

The big problem was that the little crush she’d had on Murdoc during the first album had been making a resurgence in the last few weeks and she didn’t know how to stop it. There was just something about Murdoc that did something things to the singer, dark, squirmy things. 2D had spent the time between albums trying to kill the crush, sleeping with other people, even keeping a few partners around for longer than a one-night stand. Nothing worked. In fact, a couple of times she’d ended up calling out the wrong name during sex. Embarrassing, and something that put an end to her casual canoodling days quickly.

“Stellar review, Two-Dents,” Murdoc chuckled, her eyes flicking over the form in front of her. God, that gaze made 2D’s body flush with heat and her core ache. She needed to get out of here.

“S-sorry! Maybe I should get t’bed. I-I’m not thinkin’ straight.” She made to get up but was stopped by a greenish hand on her chest, pushing her back into the bed.

“But D,” Murdoc growled, running her hand down 2D’s chest, down to the hem of her shirt, “we were jus’ gettin’ comfortable, weren’t we?”

2D took in a shuddering breath, watching wide-eyed as the bassist’s fingers slipped under the edge to toy with her bare skin. “This isn’t a good idea, M-Muds.”

“What’s not a good idea?” Murdoc murmured, leaning down now so her face was inches from 2D’s. She didn’t seem to really be listening to the singer, being much more preoccupied with getting familiar with the soft skin of 2D’s stomach. Her hands felt burning hot against the other’s skin, calloused and rough in a way that 2D wasn’t.

Eventually (finally, finally!), Murdoc’s hands reached the edges of the singer’s bra. 2D arched up into her touch with a whine; why did Murdoc’s touch make her feel so alive? The bassist’s gaze flicked up from the singer’s body for a second, scanning her face for something, 2D didn’t know what. She must have seen it though because all of a sudden Murdoc was pushing 2D’s bra up and cupping her chest. 2D moaned.

“Murdoc!” The bassist grinned sharply, making 2D’s knees feel weak.

“Mmm, so soft, even if they are jus’ little things.” 2D blushed and looked away. It wasn’t her fault she was so skinny! Murdoc laughed. “I’m only teasing, Dents. You’re a work of art, as always.”

Murdoc’s fingers rolled the singer’s nipple roughly. “Your stupid, pretty hair, that perky arse,” her lips ghosted over 2D’s, “Can’t even look at you without wanting you.”

2D closed the distance between them, capturing the bassist's mouth in a desperate kiss. Murdoc folded into it, her grip on the other woman’s chest nearly painful. 2D arched up, her hands winding into the bassist's hair and tugging. Her heart was beating a mile a minute to the tune of Mur-doc Mur-doc Mur-doc .

Murdoc growled and reared back, removing her hands from 2D’s chest and instead pining 2D’s her arms to the bed. “None of that now, love. I’m in charge here.”

“S-sorry!” Murdoc laughed lowly, long tongue flopping out over her chin.

“Sorry’s not good enough, Bluebird. I’m goin’ t’have to punish you.” She lifted both of the singer’s arms up over her head and kept them there with one hand. The other hand crept down to 2D’s waistband, wandering inside to feel the heat at her centre.

“What’re you--” 2D was cut off by the intense feeling of Murdoc’s fingers against her clit. The bassist rubbed slowly over the bud, skillfully teasing out a high-pitched moan from the singer.

“There we are. I don’t wanna hear another peep outta you Bluebird.” Murdoc swung a leg over so she was really straddling the singer now, her hand still playing with 2D’s pussy. “Lift your hips and get your top off, Faceache.”

It was a little difficult with Murdoc’s hand making her feel like that , but she managed. 2D’s eagerness to feel experience more of what the older woman had in store probably helped. Murdoc watched her expose pale skin as she tossed the top and bra somewhere into the din that was her Winnebago, then removed her hand to shimmy off 2D’s trousers.

“No pants? What a dirty girl,” Murdoc teased, tossing off her own shirt. 2D swallowed as the bassist’s boobs were put on full display for her to ogle. Unlike her, Murdoc had much more body fat to work with, and 2D couldn’t help but feel just a tiny bit jealous.

“Murdoc, I wanna--” the bassist chuckled, palming her own tit with one hand and re-pinning 2D with the other.

“D’you wanna touch? It that it?” Murdoc tightened her grip on the singer’s wrists. “No way, Princess.”

2D whined, trying to break the iron grip keeping her pinned. God she’s wanted to touch Murdoc--have Murdoc touch her--for so long, and now she couldn’t. The idea of being at the center of the bassist’s attention, but not being able to do anything was too much.

“L-lemme--ah!--lemme touch y-you, please Murdoc!” she begged as the other woman began licking and biting at her neck. Murdoc’s breasts pressed against her own intoxicatingly. “I need y-you, please!”

“Hmmm,” Murdoc hummed, kissing over one of the hickies she’d left. “Sounds like someone’s been thinkin’ about this. Getting wound up.” She let go, sitting back on her knees and grinning.

“Come’on then, show me how much you want me.”

2D lay there dumbly for a few seconds before shooting up and practically attacking the other. She brought her hands up to rest on Murdoc’s chest, felt the soft skin under her larger palms. At the same time, 2D pressed her lips against Murdoc’s neck, kissing wetly.

“I’ve seen how you look at me,” Murdoc murmured, craning her neck to the side to give 2D more room. “You’re bloody obvious, you know.”

2D felt herself flush in embarrassment as Murdoc kept talking. “How many of those birds you’ve been bringin’ back--mmmh that’s nice--how many of them did you pretend were me?”

The singer whimpered, trying to focus on the feeling of Murdoc underneath her and not what the bassist was saying. She trailed one of her hands down into the other woman's leather trousers.

“Didja touch you’re self, Dents? Did you think of me?” Murdoc was wet and warm against her fingers and she gasped at the feeling. She couldn’t help herself from plunging two fingers inside the bassist. 2D wanted Murdoc to crack, wanted to hear her moan.

“Ohhh that’s good, that’s good baby girl. Are you tryin’ to make me come?” Murdoc crooned, letting her hands wander, wrapping one in her hair and lowering the other to 2D’s cunt. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Murdoc! I-I-I,” 2D had to try very, very hard to stop herself from saying something stupid. The sweet words, the tender touches; it was all so different from what she’d imagined the bassist would be like but it was perfect. She rocked her fingers inside Murdoc as she bucked into her hand. “F-fuck wait!”

To her credit, Murdoc stopped immediately and began to pull away. 2D didn’t give her the chance to though because the singer immediately pushed Murdoc flat on her back and crawled between her legs.

“Woah now, who said you could do that, love?” But 2D didn’t care. She pawed at Murdoc’s trousers getting the button undone and pulling them down her legs. The singer didn’t even spare a glance at the bassist before tossing the trousers away into the room and nuzzling up to her bare cunt. Murdoc made a sound halfway between a moan and a grunt. “Well, guess while you’re down there…”

2D moaned as Murdoc got a good grip on the back of her head, urging her forward. Not that she was unwilling; it was heaven to finally feel the bassist in her mouth, on her tongue. She moaned and sucked on her clit, whined as Murdoc tensed up around her.

“Oh, Satan D. You really love this, don’t you?” She did, it was everything she’d ever wanted. Murdoc was everything she’d ever wanted. 2D loved it all, loved her.

Love you she tranced against Murdoc’s clit with her tongue. Love you, love you, love you. Not even Murdoc could withstand the constant pleasure and sensation and 2D watched as the bassist arched her back, palming her own breasts.

“Use your fingers love, I know you're good with them,” she said, a little out of breath. 2D obliged readily. Murdoc finally moaned. It was quiet, but it was there and 2D just about wept with the satisfaction of it. “Yes, yes jus’ a little--mmmh!”

Murdoc came with a groan, taking handfuls of 2D’s hair and pulling tight. The singer moaned as well, letting the bassist rock against her face and tongue as she pleased. It didn’t matter that she could barely breathe, or that her tongue was beginning to cramp. All that mattered were the little sounds Murdoc made as she came down from her high.

“Shit,” she breathed, loosening her grip on 2D’s hair and letting her move away. “You really wanted that, didn’t you?”

2D was panting, her own hips rocking fruitlessly in a hope for some stimulation. Murdoc must have noticed because she batted her eyelashes and grinned. “D’you need something, Dents?”

“Yeah~” She hoped Murdoc would finish getting her off, or at least let her get herself off while touching her. Really anything at all would be enough to get her off, she was so close already. Seemingly of its own volution one of her hands began to drift towards her cunt. Murdoc stopped her and nudged her up to be face to face.

“Wouldn’t be fair now if I left you to take care of yourself, would it?” Her fingers were travelling down 2D’s body with purpose, quickly finding her hole and slipping inside. 2D keened then pressed her face into Murdoc’s shoulder to muffle any other sounds that might force their way out. The bassist made a rumbling sound deep in her chest, her other hand coming up to brush the skin of 2D’s back. If the singer imagined hard enough she could almost pretend Murdoc was holding her.

“You’re so wet darlin’. All that from just a little touchin’? I’m flattered,” Murdoc purred, flexing her fingers so she was grinding right against 2D’s g-spot. “I have to say, you’re a pretty good lay, Dents. We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

2D wasn’t paying attention though, she was too close to coming. Murdoc’s palm was brushing over her clit in just the right way, her fingers moving faster than 2D had ever thought possible. Not to mention the sheer overwhelming fact that it was Murdoc doing those things to her. 2D never stood a chance.

“I-I’m coming,” she cried, arching her back and throwing her head back. “M-Murdoc I-I’m coming!”

Pleasure everywhere, so much pleasure that she didn’t know up from down. The only thing she could cling to was Murdoc, using the bassist as an anchor through the storm. As the shuddering stopped and she was able to control herself again 2D sighed, nuzzling into the body below and hoping that Murdoc would at least let her rest for a few minutes before kicking her out.

“Smoke?” the bassist asked. 2D nodded tiredly and accepted a fag from her, then the lighter. Murdoc didn’t push her off when she lay back down, so the singer took that as a good sign.

“Thanks.” In the background the music had ended, the record player running soundlessly. She noticed that the Winnebago was oppressively warm and smelled of sex. Even so, the singer tried to commit every moment to memory in case this was her only chance to… well she wanted to remember everything.

“Hand me that bottle, Dents,” Murdoc grunted, gesturing with her fag to the bottle she’d abandoned earlier. 2D passed it over, using that as an excuse to get a little comfier. Was Murdoc going to let her stay the night? What was the bassist thinking anyway? Despite knowing better 2D felt a little flutter of hope in her chest. “You staying the night?”

2D’s heart soared. “C-can I?” Murdoc shrugged, draining the bottle and stubbing out the fag.

“You gonna eat me out again in the mornin’?” It was a joke, she knew, but 2D couldn’t help the flood of warmth in her cheeks and down below.

“S-sure, Muds,” she stuttered, ashing her own cigarette and returning her head to the bassist’s shoulder. Murdoc wasn’t exactly being cuddly, but 2D could handle that. If anything the bassist looked relaxed and a little bit bored. Oh well, that just meant she’d have to try harder next time.

#2doc #niccalpot #genderswap

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oldtestleper · 5 years

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22 for the micro fic one? (Boredom is never fun)

"I’m fucking beat,” Adrien said, tossing down his pen and stretching in his chair, his sweatshirt riding up. “I can’t remember how to read anymore, much less how to calculate ketamine dosage. Enough. You fucking give them enough. You give me enough. God,” he said, “I would kill for ketamine right now.”

“One of the med school students is having a party tonight,” Justine said without looking up from her textbook. Out of the corner of her eye she watched the strip of pale skin, the dark shadow of hair leading down into Adrien’s waistband.

“I want something now,” Adrien said. He dropped his arms, and the stripe of bare flesh was hidden again. He poked her in the ribs. “I want a drink.”

Justine smacked his hand away. “It’s not three,” she pointed out, closing her textbook and leaning back to look at him.

Adrien shrugged, raising his eyebrows at her. “I’ve been through a lot.”

“So alcoholism is the answer.”

“Alcoholism is, was, and will always be the answer,” he replied solemnly. He got up, putting his hands flat on the table and pushing himself standing, and slung his backpack onto his shoulder reaching for his crutches. “I’m going home,” he said, meaning their rooms. “And I’m going to have a beer and a smoke and a nap.”

“You’ll get fat from all your drinking,” Justine said, turning back to her books. She still had a few problems left on her worksheet; nothing terribly difficult. She probably wouldn’t need the book, maybe not even her notes.

Adrien chuckled and tousled her hair, though she tried to duck away. “Don’t work too hard,” he said. “You’ll go blind from all this studying.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” Justine crabbed, smoothing her hair back. It was cut shorter than she’d ever had it before. Long enough to fall into her eyes, it didn’t quite reach her mouth. It was shapeless and uglier than Alex’s had been; Adrien had done it in their bathroom, with scissors nicked out of the library.

“See you,” Adrien said, and stumped off on his crutches. The door to the study room slammed behind him, embarrassingly loud.

Justine worked through one problem, moved on to the next. She could feel one of the girls at the table opposite staring at her. She finished that problem and moved onto the last one.

The students at the other table were whispering amongst themselves now, too low even in the enforced quiet of the study room. Justine finished the worksheet and began to pack up her things, stacking her notebooks and her textbook and sliding them into her backpack, putting her pens back in their case. She zipped up her bag, and half by accident raised her eyes and met the hostile, amused gaze of the girl at the other table.

“Something to say?” she asked, mildly.

The other girl was dyed blonde, probably an upperclassman, with heavy, smudged eyeliner. Her mouth curled in a sneer. “Why the fuck does he hang out with you?”

“I don’t know,” Justine said coolly. “Weird, isn’t it? Considering that my sister mutilated him.” She stood up and slung her bag onto her shoulder, stared down at the girl until she blinked and looked away. The other students, a boy and a girl, had their eyes firmly on their books, their pencils pressed unmoving against paper. Hate and disgust warmed Justine’s chest, sickened her. She turned to go.

“I knew Alex,” the girl muttered, so low Justine barely heard her. “She wasn’t a freak like you.”

The door slammed behind Justine. She walked back to her dorm blindly, her vision hazy with tears that she couldn’t stop from welling up. Clusters of people parted around her. She didn’t look at any of their faces.

“Hey,” Adrien said, as she came into the room, dropping her bag against the door and fleeing past him into the kitchen.

He followed her, leaning against the wall and hopping on his good foot. “You alright there?”

Justine breathed out, wiped her face, and stood up from the refrigerator. “I’m fine,” she said. “Thanks for saving me a beer.”

“Bitch,” Adrien said, his chin lowering and his eyes crinkling affectionately. “You can have some of mine.”

“Okay,” Justine said. She tried to sound put upon; it didn’t come out at all. She went over to him and got under his arm, careful with his lame leg. “Idiot,” she told him. “Your crutches were right there.”

Adrien didn’t respond. His face was set and focused, and he leaned heavily on her with every step. It was probably causing him a lot of pain, Justine guessed. She took as much of his weight as she could, would have lifted him into her arms and carried him if she could have. Step by labored step, they got to his room, until at last Adrien sank down onto his bed with a sigh of relief.

“God, I need that joint now,” he said, reaching into his nightstand. Justine heeled her shoes off and got onto the bed with him, curled up against his good side. She felt calm and cold, and somehow was still afraid that she would start crying again.

They passed the joint back and forth for a while, and the beer. Justine smoked more than she usually did, and broke out in a coughing fit once or twice. Lazily, she watched her hand and the smoke in the air.

“Adrien,” she said, hearing her voice get low and throaty as if it belonged to someone else, “Why are we still friends?”

Adrien shrugged. He was quiet for so long that Justine thought he was going to just leave it at that, which wouldn’t have completely surprised her, but at last he said, “You’re the only one who understands anything.”

“No!” Justine said, feeling her eyes widen in surprise. She sat up and looked down at him. He blinked at her, slow. “That’s what I say, that’s my line.” She licked her lips and said it. “You’re the only one that understands.”

“It’s true for me too,” Adrien said. His brow creased, impatient. “Lie down again, Ju. I’m cold now.”

“Okay,” she said, and put her head down on his chest, listening to the faint whistle of his breathing.

“You’re not gonna stop being my friend, idiot,” Adrien mumbled, even though that wasn’t true, even though in the hospital he’d called her a monster and a freak and screamed at her to get away, get out, get out.

“I know,” Justine said, because one day she’d visited and he’d glared at her, and made her sit as far away from him as the room allowed, and they’d talked for four hours straight until the nurse had come in and made her leave.

“Then don’t ask stupid shit.” Adrien was fading, his voice thick and slow. His hand rested heavy on her head, combing through the shorn hair at the base of her neck.

"Okay,” Justine said. She shifted and put her hand between her mouth and his chest, and then she closed her eyes.

#this got long as HELL queen #lmao did u ask for 1.1k of raw(2016) fanfiction NO did I plan on this? NO i did not! oh well!#asks #naaklasolus #raw 2016 #my fic

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naughty-teddy-innit · 5 years

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Rehabilitation: Chapter 4 An Ed Sheeran Fanfiction

Title: Rehab: Chapter 4

Author: @naughty-teddy-innit

Rating: PG- No smuts for a while, but intense content?

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CHAPTER 4

“You’re shitting me.” Her face was nothing short of incredulous as she stared me down over the messy, food strewn surface that was my kitchen counter. “How is that even possible??”

I popped a slice of freshly washed strawberry into my mouth and tossed the rest of the juicy slices I’d already cut up into the glass salad bowl in front of me, a yummy complement to the spinach greens and pecans I’d already added to it.

“I don’t know??” I took a sip of my Sauv and then replaced my goblet on the counter. “I guess I just don’t Social Media and/or Pop Culture much. I grew up with Credence and Springsteen and Janis and the masters. I just don’t pay much attention to the current pop stuff. Until I managed to bump into his manager, I had no idea who he even was.”

“Leesie.” She paused herself mid-sentence and fortified her apparent upcoming rant with a long sip from her own wineglass, and then fixed me with a stare. “He’s probably the most famous musician on the planet right now. He writes the most beautiful lyrics you can imagine, has a voice like melted butter….and did I mention he’s fucking gorgeous?!! And has the most delicious accent you can even fathom. And he’s supposed to be the sweetest guy EVER. How do you NOT tell me he’s lying in your hospital and that HE KNOWS WHO YOU ARE??”

“Lynds.” I swallowed the laugh that threatened to bubble out and fixed a smile on my best friend. Who was currently aiming a dagger-laden death stare right back at me. “I love you. Very much. But you know I can’t talk about patients and medical stuff at work. If I screw with confidentiality stuff, I could get FIRED. I like my job, remember??”

“I’m not talking about his medical records! Everyone knows he was in this awful crash and that they have him locked away where the press and all that can’t get to him. But like…. you’ve had conversations with him! I mean- he’s gonna be okay right?”

“Happenstance, honestly. I never went looking for him. And I wouldn’t say it was much of a conversation. Actually…” I grabbed the wooden salad tossers and the dressing and began to toss the salad. “A few days ago, one of the healthcare aides got caught trying to sneak pictures of him on her iPhone while she was supposed to be passing out meals. Security had to call the police because she flipped her shit when the nurse manager caught and confronted her. Hauled her out yelling and screaming. Thankfully Stuart figured it out before she managed to cause any real damage or freak him out, but it was awful. THOSE kinds of people are the ones looking for him. I’m just doing my job. I never wanna be like that.” I inwardly shuddered at the thought. So intrusive. I caught her eye and grinned. “I guess I can say he’s going to be okay. But I SWEAR. I really don’t know much else.”

I looked up and she was swiping and searching for something on her phone, her lip caught between her teeth. She suddenly grinned and slid her phone across the counter to me. I could see it was open to a video app, and I could see Ed’s name across the bottom.

“Watch that.”

I totally was not going to deny that I was curious. I shook my head, laughing, and plopped myself down on the stool at the end of the peninsula-style counter. “And what is it exactly I’m watching?”

“I’m starting you off easy. This was the biggest song off his last album. You’ll see.” She bit the end off of one of the strawberries that hadn’t made it into the bowl and continued. “That pretty boy is ALL about the love songs.”

I tapped the screen and grabbed the half empty bottle of wine, refilling my glass while the video loaded on the screen. I flipped her phone around, allowing the images to fill the whole screen, and raised an eyebrow at the figure of the dancer whirling across the screen. Whoever she was, she had a slammin’ body.

His voice WAS really pretty, she definitely hadn’t made that up. It wasn’t booming or theatrical, but softer. More melodic and sweet. And he certainly pulled off the vest and crisp white shirt with the rolled-up sleeves thing REAL well; I was also more than curious about all the colourful tattoos that adorned his arms. He definitely was not an ugly dude that was for sure. But. I was feeling like I was supposed to be blown away. Why did I feel like my next opinion was going to be a REAL Unpopular One?

“Well…” I took a deep breath and bit my lip at her eager expression. “I mean, he’s definitely not awful to look at. I’ll give you that. And his voice is pretty! But it’s…I mean, it’s kinda just a typical pop gushy love song, right? And the pretty pop star boy dancing with the pretty girl?? Come on…” I stifled a laugh at the way her mouth dropped open in what was obviously affront and offense. My girl, she was nothing if not dramatic.

“Annaliese. You are damaged, I swear. Where is your sense of romance??” She was gesturing wildly with her freshly filled wine glass, the cold white wine an inch from sloshing all over our salad, and it took everything I had to not crack up completely. I just shook my head.

“It’s there.” My voice was soft as I watched the video fade out on the screen. “Guess it just hasn’t come out in while.”

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The next afternoon found me back on familiar ground, ready to get my volunteer on. The schedule had me on the 4C IP unit, also known as the inpatient/recovery unit, and it was one of the sections of the hospital where I’d spent plenty of volunteer hours. I was feeling particularly cheerful and rested considering the copious amounts of wine that I’d accidentally (or not so accidentally) consumed the night before, and I swiped my way through the unit’s security doors with a smile on my face. I spent a good chunk of the afternoon with Callie, a nine-year-old girl recovering from a kidney transplant, knee-deep in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. She’d read the book multiple times and by the time we finished the movie, she’d fully educated me on dragons, wands and Hogwarts. She was a feisty, tiny little thing, and was as desperate to get home and get on with being a kid as any child I’d spent time with over the years, and I definitely finished up my time with her uplifted, and with a grin on my face. I promised French fries and a milkshake on my next visit, as long as the doctor signed off on them, and slipped out as her mom was coming back from her lunch.

I stepped up to the massive desk at the nurses’ station, intending to find out where they needed me next, when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“Really doesn��t make a damn bit of difference, mate. I really just want to sleep. Can I just get back to my room now, please?”

The soft accented voice caught my ear right away, I remembered it well. But unlike the last time….it was flat. Devoid of any warmth.

It was Ed.

I had no idea where it came from, or what I was even thinking, but I found myself turning towards him and before I could help myself, my mouth was open and words were coming out.

“Ed…Hey.” I tipped my head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay? Anything I can do?”

He was carefully positioned in a wheelchair, his casted leg propped up and his injured hand, implanted pins and cast still intact, resting on his leg. He had a nasal cannula still in place, but much of the swelling and bruising that had taken over his face had gone down. I could see he was still moving very stiffly, carefully, as he slowly turned his head toward my voice. The orderly who’d parked him at the nurses’ station shot me a quick, polite smile and turned to head off to his next task.

A brief, rather emotionless smile flickered across his face, and then he tipped his head back, resting it against the back of the chair.

‘S’kind of you, Annaliese.” He took a slow breath. “Tired of being poked and prodded and this test and that scan. Really jus’ want to get back to my room.”

“Well, I can certainly get you that far.” I raised an eyebrow at the nurse behind the desk. She nodded at me, and gestured to the door at the end of the hall. “I’ll send Malik to help actually get him situated in a minute, he’s just finishing up with inventory in the med lockup. Thank you, Leesie.” She raised an eyebrow at Ed, and then looked back at me before looking back at the sheaf of paperwork in front of her. “Perhaps you can work your magic and get this stubborn young man to eat.”

I just raised an eyebrow and nodded, deciding that for now my inside voice would probably be a better choice. Why in the world wasn’t he eating?

“Alright…Let’s get you back to your room.” I tried another gentle smile as I released the brake on his chair, but he just nodded, staring off down the hall. We found his room, and I got his chair situated by the bed while we waited for the nurse to come help him into it. I debated with myself for all of 3 seconds before lightly dropping myself into the chair beside him.

I took a deep breath and found myself cocking my head in an attempt to catch his eye. “Alright. So. What’s this business about you not eating?”

The only response I got was a huffed breath and tight-lipped expression. But I wasn’t giving up. Apparently, I was no longer nervous about overstepping? I tucked a stray lock of hair back behind my ear where it belonged, and leaned forward, intent on getting him to talk to me.

“I’m a lot of things, definitely not a doctor, but… Even I know food is kinda important when you’re trying to heal. Gotta fuel your body, right?”

“Why.” His voice was low and his eyes were closed. “Does everyone in this bloody place seem to be obsessed with feeding me? I’m not fuckin’ hungry.”

“Well….” I was bit taken aback, to be honest. Admittedly, my impression of him was limited to the night he’d woken up and remembered me from the ICU, but he’d seemed like a genuinely kind, nice guy. I could only imagine he must be struggling with all of this, so I figured the snippiness was only fair, and let it slide. I was trying to think of the right thing to say when he beat me to the punch.

“Nah. I’d like very much if everyone, EVERYONE, could please remove themselves from jumping up my arse, and just leave me alone. Stuart, my dad, Mum, Matt, everyone. Just….” He was silently shaking his head, and his uninjured hand was clenched in a fist. “It’s NOT going to be fine, and stuffing my bloody face isn’t….it doesn’t…Jesus.” His voice broke off and I took the opportunity to change tactics.

“Okay then.” He looked up at me, the straightforward tone in my voice probably taking him by surprise. I pushed on. “Fuck the food. Let’s just…leave that. The rest of it though? Ed… I’d imagine these people, who clearly care about you and love you so much, just want you get strong so you can get better and get the hell out of here. Right? You must want to get back to your life and never see this place again?”

The saddest smile I think I’ve ever seen ghosted across his face, and he looked down. “Mikey doesn’t get to go back, does he?”

Oh god…his driver. I’d left his room when I’d last seen him, before that conversation took place. I couldn’t imagine how that must have broken his heart. My heart ached at sadness in his eyes.

“Oh Ed…” It came out as a whisper. He looked up at me, the pain in his eyes raw. They were such a beautiful blue, but… there was no light in them. Like windows with the blinds pulled tightly shut. “I am so, so sorry. I can’t even ima-“

“No, no you can’t. No one can.” He cut me off, his accented voice once again flat. “They can’t imagine because it wasn’t their fuckin’ fault. It was mine. He can’t go back to his wife and his children and his grandchildren, because I’m a selfish prick. He’s dead because’a me. All there is, and I don’t really care about goin’ back anywhere but my bed. Please.”

My heart shattered right then and there. How could he possibly think such an awful accident could be his fault? Nobody, NOBODY should have that on their conscience. I didn't stop to think; I lifted myself up from my chair and knelt by his, and laid a hand on his good one. I squeezed gently and waited for him to look up at me before I spoke, and then speak I did.

“I was there, Ed. The night this all happened? I was working in the ER when everyone was brought in. I saw the paramedics bring in the truck driver. The guy that fell ASLEEP at the wheel, the one that hit you. I could hear him crying, wailing actually, that he didn't mean to. That he was exhausted and never meant to hurt anyone, that it was an accident. But regardless of all of that, he hit you. HE did this. Not you. You could not have known something like this would happen.” I took a breath and bit my lip, in an attempt to gather my thoughts, and pressed on. “Mikey shouldn't have died, Ed, but nothing you did made that happen. I promise you that.”

I could see the sheen of tears in his eyes, and I so badly wanted to make it better. But I didn't know how.

“... She's right, you know.”

The soft, gentle voice that came from behind my right shoulder startled the hell out of me and I quite nearly fell backwards. I pulled myself together and awkwardly stood to see who was agreeing with me, and Imogen, Ed's tiny, lovely mother was standing just inside the door, nothing but love on her face as she looked her boy in the eyes. I opened my mouth, the beginnings of an apology for… What I wasn't sure, on the tip of my tongue. She shook her head and gently patted my shoulder before I could get anything out, and then lightly settled herself into my now empty chair. How long had she been standing there? How long had she been listening?

“Do you know…? “ She paused and I suddenly realized, as she glanced in my direction, that she was addressing me. “When they came to talk to us, the police, about the accident, when they told us what happened. Do you know what my boy said when they told us about the man that fell asleep?”

I shook my head, watching as she smoothed an errant curl from his forehead and lightly brushed her fingertips along his stitched up hairline.

“He wasn't even angry. He can't have meant to, he said. Isn't it enough he has to live with what he did? What about his children?” She shook her head and Ed spoke up before she could say another word.

“They said he has 4 children at home. He'd been driving those massive lorries for years, to put them through school. Who can bloody blame him for being tired?” His voice was quiet, not really directed at either of us. “He never meant to smash us up. He's gotta live with the guilt. And so do I.”

“Ebs.” Ebs? Her voice was soft, but determined, and his eyes met hers in a heartbeat. The expression on his face…this boy loved his mama, that much was clear. “What Annaliese said is exactly right. You mustn’t take this on your shoulders. There's no guilt for you to live with. Michael… He’s driven you for YEARS. He knew the job, he knew you were a night owl; you always have been. He loved you like you were one of his own, and looked out for you the same way. He wouldn't have blamed you for this. Not for one moment.”

Ed was already shaking his head. “Nah. I made him drive, overnight, in the freezing rain. Gig wasn't even for three more days, and he'd been sick with a cold for a week. We weren't supposed to leave that night. I wanted to get there early so I could write with the lads. We were on the road because of me. Simple. My fault. I'm here, he's not. All there is.” His voice was sharp, dripping with…disgust? Anger? At himself, I didn’t know, but it was killing me. And I was not having it.

“And if you'd left the next morning, maybe a motorcycle would have cut you off or a tire might have blown.” It was my turn to shake my head. “Ed, I'm calling it. That's crap.”

Imogen raised an eyebrow in my direction, a slight smile dimpling her cheek, and nodded.

A different voice cut through the room before anyone could say a word, and I turned to see Malik, a big hulking quarterback of a man, and one of the best nurses on the unit, popping his head in the door.

“My man! I hear we need to get you back in your bed. You down?”

“Please.” He truly sounded exhausted and I knew it was time to let him rest.

“Leesie - they bringin’ up the supper trays if you wanna give em’ a hand?” He shot me a grin and moved to the side of the bed to get it adjusted for Ed's casts and oxygen and monitors.”Gonna get this boy up in his bed and check his oxygen and pressure and all that nonsense.”

“Think I can handle that.” I shot a raised eyebrow at Ed. “Don't even tell me gourmet Hospital Spaghetti doesn't sound delicious right now.”

He just shook his head and sighed. “Not In-N-Out, is it.”

Imogen unfolded herself from the chair, a tired smile on her face. “Do you work here, too, Annaliese?”

“Oh, no!” I quickly explained my volunteer hours versus working in the ER and ICU, and I let out a quiet laugh and smile, explaining that I hope they didn’t think I was intruding or...well. Stalking her son, for lack of better way of putting it.

“No, no, not at all. It…. “ She paused a moment, walking with me to the door while Malik assisted Ed back into his bed, and lowered her voice a notch. “It’s very reassuring and a good feeling to know my son is surrounded by people who care about him in this place. You've been very kind; John and Stuart have both said the same thing. And you're honest with him. You pull no punches. I like that.”

I could feel my cheeks pink up at her words, and she patted my arm as I smiled and huffed a small breath.

“Well thank you, Mrs. Sheeran. That means a lot. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go pass out some exquisitely prepared gourmet hospital food.” I rolled my eyes and she shook her head, and we both shared a laugh. “Hopefully Ed will actually eat some tonight.”

I turned to leave, but stopped short when Ed's soft accent caught me.

“Leesie? They call you that, right?” He was back in bed, his leg positioned back in traction, and his oxygen and monitors set around him, pillows piled up behind him.

I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face. And there was that pink in my cheeks again....

“Yeah. Yeah they do.” I crossed my arms, and smiled to myself. “My mom used to hate it. She always said she picked Annaliese because it was different and pretty, and then everyone started calling me Leesie for short. To this day, she's about the only one, who knows me anyway, that calls me by my full name. Well. Unless I'm in trouble, I guess.” I tucked a stray lock of hair behind my hair, silently chastising myself for being such a chatterbox.

“... I think Annaliese is lovely.”

His voice was soft, and was studiously looking down at his injured hand, still bandaged, implanted pins still in place.

“Oh, well… Thank you. You're sweet. I don't mind it much myself.” I smiled at him, thinking that this was the sweet boy I’d met the other night. I caught a glimpse of my watch and straightened up.

“Oh crap. I should go, dinner is starting. Be excited, Ed - Spaghetti is coming.” I may have rolled my eyes, hoping for a smile.

“...Will you be…. Here… again this week?”

I stopped short again at his quiet voice. If he wanted me to be…

I tipped my head to the side. “Wednesday for a few hours, I think…?” I said softly.

“Just wonderin’...” He lay his head back against the pillows, grimacing as something somewhere caught him. I hated seeing him in pain.

“Could always use a visitor…. If you're around, that is.”

I shook my head and flashed him a small smile. “Eat your spaghetti, bud.” I turned to leave. “And we’ll see.”

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turtle-steverogers · 5 years

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Departed- Chap 9

here’s chap 9 it’s a doozy. read here on ao3

Warnings: mentions of emotional, sexual, and physical abuse. be. careful.

Editing: minimal oop

Race and Spot laid tangled together on their bed. It was two days after Race’s birthday, and subsequently, the kiss they had shared on the ship. They had yet to discuss what exactly was happening between them, but they had silently agreed to allow some time to simply enjoy each other’s intimacy. Cuddling at night and around the house took on a whole new energy, and even now, as Race shifted around in his place in between Spot’s legs, his back pressed against Spot’s chest as they scrolled through their phones in comfortable silence, occasional kisses were being exchanged. The peace was broken when Race clicked off his phone and chucked it sluggishly onto the floor. Spot flicked his eyes away from his email app, where he had been checking his work schedule, and peered down at Race, who was twisting his fingers. Spot could practically feel anxious energy emanating off of the taller man in waves, and he casually moved the arm that had been draped across his middle off of him to allow him space.

“What’s up?” He asked carefully, also clicking off his phone and placing it on his bedside table.

He could see Race scrunching his nose periodically, a clear sign that he was in deep thought. He felt him take a deep breath, “I, uh, I wanna talk to ya about….I think I’m ready,” He said in a small voice.

Spot furrowed his brows, “Talk about…” he hesitated, “The other night?”

Race shook his head, then shrugged, “Yeah, I mean, I guess that ties into it, but that’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean?”

“Melissa,” Spot felt his breath catch in his throat, “I’m ready ta talk about what happened.”

Spot nodded, “Share however much or little ya need,” he pressed an encouraging kiss to the top of Race’s head, “And stop if ya need to,” he added. Race didn’t say anything for another minute or so and Spot waited patiently.

“At first, she was perfect. Beautiful, smart, interested in the same things as me. I felt like I could be myself around her. We were a power duo, ya know,” he paused, swallowing, “I guess the first red flags were pretty minor things. Well, I don’t wanna say minor, but they hid themselves. I didn’t realize what she was doin’ was unhealthy ‘til it was too late.”

Spot hummed, listening closely, but not saying anything. Race continued, “She’d, uh, like get mad at me, right? And usually it was because I actually did somethin’ shitty, I realize that. I’d take her anger and harsh words and I’d let her be mad at me, because that’s how ya move past things. Ya get it outta your system, then work it out. I took the blame for things I deserved, but she couldn’t be bothered to do the same. If she did somethin’ wrong and I’d bring it up, she’d twist it around to be my fault. And suddenly, I was the one apologizin’ for being mad at all. I was in a constant state of guilt. I was scared to be mad at her, because I knew I would have to shoulder the blame. When I finally did bring it up, she cried for hours about how horrible she was and suddenly, again, I was the one comfortin’ her for something she did to me. It was suffocating.”

Race was speaking in a lifeless, almost monotone voice and Spot was surprised at how well he was keeping it together. It seemed as though he was detaching from himself in order to recount what he’d been through.

“Then there was the humiliation shit. Anytime we were around a new group of people, or even her friends, she’d bring up shit stories about embarrassing shit I’d done or things about me I’d rather people not know. I tried to tell her to stop, but then she’d jus’ tell me I was bein’ sensitive and I’d hafta bite my fuckin’ lip. It frustrated me ta no end. Also, oh fuckin’ also,” his voice turned malicious as he spoke, “She was fuckin’ awful about my ADHD. Like, she had no patience for my shit and when I’d get overwhelmed she’d fuckin’ leave me to rot. Or-or if I didn’t take my meds? God, she’d fuckin’ snap at everything I did. I think she was embarrassed, but-” he cut himself off shaking his head, “Anyway, it started gettin’ really bad around last Winter.”

Spot tensed his shoulders in anticipation. He had a feeling he knew what was coming, but he still didn’t want to hear it.

“We were fightin’ every week- constantly goin’ ta bed angry. Shoutin’ at one another, or more like, her shoutin’ and me tryna reason. It was exhaustin’. But then, one night,” Race’s voice wavered and he took a moment to compose himself, “One night she had this fuckin’ sick idea that we’d fuck away our problems. I agreed ‘cause I was too tired not ta, but as soon as we started, I wanted ta stop. My skin felt like it was burning, I-” his breath hitched and he quickly sat up, moving away from Spot and wrapping his arms around himself.

Spot watched helplessly, “Racer, if this is too much you can-”

“No,” Race said, voice shaking, “I needa do this, please.”

Spot nodded, biting his lip, “Alright.”

Race looked down at the sheets and heaved a breath, “Our, uh, our fights were replaced with sex. It was almost every night, whether I wanted ta or not. I tried to say no sometimes, but she’d ignore me until I gave in. I was so tired of fightin’ that I jus’ fuckin’ went with it, but this was worse. I was stuck.”

Spot felt anger bubble in his stomach and he bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from lashing out and interrupting Race.

“I had enough one night and I tried ta walk away while we were…” Race pursed his lips and shook his head, steeling himself, “But she cornered me and slapped me really fuckin’ hard before I could even get my shirt on. I was shocked and she seemed to realize that it gave her leverage. From then on, whenever we disagreed about somethin’, she’d slap me, or flick me, or do somethin’ to get me to stop fightin’ her way. I knew it was bad, but I told myself that she wasn’t outright punchin’ me or nothin’, so it was fine. ‘Sides, I was the guy so-”

“Hey, no, that doesn’t excuse shit,” Spot cut in, “Guy or gal, a hit is a hit.”

Race grimaced, “I know that, Sean, I was jus’ in denial. I dunno. Anyway. it went on like that for a few weeks until, uh, fuck..” his eyes glazed over and he fixed his gaze on a place above Spot’s shoulder.

Spot felt unease grip at his spine and he sat up ever so slightly, “Racer?”

Race shook his head, eyes focusing again, “Sorry, sorry, uh. So, it went on like that until one night I’d had enough and I tried ta stop her by grabbin’ her wrist and twistin’ it,” he winced, “I hate that I did that, but I was so tired of, uh, yeah. I let go as soon as I’d grabbed her, but he was livid. Started throwin’ things. Got me right in the rib with an iron- I still have the scar.” Race lifted his shirt to reveal a long, white scar right below his left pec, “hurt like a bitch.”

Spot could see Race trembling as he lowered his shirt back down. He ran a hand through his blonde curls and blinked a few times, breathing through his nose, “The slaps never stopped, but now she wasn’t afraid to go harder and I endured it. Kept tellin’ myself that I’d be too much of a burden to ask for help. I started ta think I deserved it. Until that day when she was drunk. Came at me with that broken bottle and somethin’ in me snapped. I was hurtin’ and done and so so tired, I just couldn’t anymore. As soon as she was satisfied with her handywork, I fuckin’ left. And that’s when I came ta you,” he met Spot’s horrified gaze and sighed, “I don’t know why I didn’t jus’ leave as soon as she started bein’ shit, but I was so so lost,” his voice sounded tired and Spot wanted to scream.

“I love you, Spot,” Race choked out, voice thick, “You saved me and I wanna be happy with you, but I’m so fuckin’ scared.”

Spot shook his head, dumbfounded. He searched for the right words as he began to speak, “Race, I know you went through hell. Fuck, I’m gonna end that bastard next chance I get. But as far as we go, just know you are always safe with me.”

“I jus’ don’t know what I’m ready for, yet,” Race said, sniffling, “I wanna be with you, but..”

Spot leaned forward, tapping Race’s chin lightly to get him to look at him, “You’re settin’ the pace here, Racer,” he said softly, “You let me know what you’re ready to do and what you’re not. You let me know what your boundaries are and I swear on the heavens that I’ll stay in them.”

Race’s face crumpled and he pressed a wet kiss to Spot’s lips, who reciprocated it, then pulled him into his chest, “You’re in control, Antonio.”

“Thank fuckin’ God.”

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menalez · 5 years

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3 + 11 for the ask thing ☺️

3 is rant so. here goes....

so back in February, i tried to send my now-gf money bc my card was stolen & the only way i had access to my money while they were sending me a replacement card was thru PayPal,,,, if i sent her the money thru PayPal, we could use the money using her card once she receives it! except she never received the money!! up until now ive been pestering PayPal about it bc it was a whole ass £115 that just. never reached her. what does PayPal do??? insist the money is there even if we can’t see nor access it! i tried to complain to them again and what do they do??? take the £115 my gf never got from her account (when she’s already over £1000 in debt on her bank account), and never actually send me any of that 115 they took out of her account. what happens after they fuck us over like this?? someone hacks into my paypal account probs thru hacking my computer, and tries to send himself £279. i notice it immediately and file a dispute with PayPal, stating that this wasn’t authorised by me and not to go through with the payment. what do PayPal do? go through with it anyways. I call them and say hey can u return my fucking money bc I didn’t authorise that £279 transaction? nah! “sorry ma’am but it says it was sent from ur IP address”! bc it makes total sense for me to send £279 to an absolute stranger named Christophe when I don’t have that kinda money to be giving ppl,, and to immediately dispute it with PayPal I guess. so NOW, thanks to mfing PayPal’s GREAT service and help (sarcasm) ive got -£380 in my card and I’m baffled bc. wtf am I gonna do to get out of that??? how am I gonna eat or get my meds or buy any necessities for the next month???? how will I ever get back on my feet again after losing that much money? who knows!

moral of the story... don’t use nor trust PayPal. jus don’t y’all. if it goes wrong, they will NOT help u. they just won’t.

11. what unusual talent do you have?

does being double jointed count as unusual? if not, i can do a really high pitched & painful sound that i call silent screaming,, it sounds like when ur ears start ringing except it’s coming from me

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mtngirlforever · 5 years

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My Little Man Ch. 5

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Daryl carried the baby in and came back carefully scooping you up. He carried you into your room and laid you on the bed. Next he went and got the bags bringing them back in and tossing them in the corner of your room. Ryker was crying from all the commotion, so Daryl took him out of the carrier and softly patted his back.

“Shhh… Shhh.. Ry it’ll be ok. Promise. Ya mama will be jus’ fine. I’ll make sure of it.” The baby quieted listening to Daryl’s quiet words. He rubbed his eyes sleepily before laying his head on Daryl’s shoulder and going back to sleep. Once Daryl was sure he was asleep, he laid him back in his playpen before sitting on the bed beside Emma. “Come on sleepin’ beauty. You need ta wake up,” he said brushing your hair off your face. Your eyes were red rimmed and swollen from crying, and Daryl hated seeing you this upset. He didn’t feel like you owed him anything, and he damn sure wasn’t taking anything from you you didn’t want to give. Just the thought of other guys forcing you do stuff made him angry. He heard you let out a small whimper as you reached up and rubbed your eyes slowly coming around. He backed up just a bit to keep from freaking you out. He watched you glancing around the room trying to piece together what happened. Your eyes landed on him and he offered you a small smile. “Hey,” he said quietly helping you sit up. “What happened?” you asked confused. “You’s tryin’ ta leave. Passed out from panic attack woul’ be my guess,” he said. You just nodded glancing at Ryker in his playpen. “Didn’ hurt him. He’s back asleep,” Daryl offered. You took a deep breath knowing you owed him an explanation now, but were struggling to find the words and what to tell him and what not to tell. “You ok?” he asked before you found your words. You gave him a nod before taking another deep breath. “I… I have panic attacks. They.. They used to happen more frequently, but since Ry… I’ve.. I’ve tried to do better and fight through them. I guess… I just… I couldn’t.” “I’s ok Em. I get it,” he said with a small shrug. “Don’ owe me ‘n’thing.” “But… I do,” you insisted trying to not get worked up again. “You’ve…. You’ve done so much, and I haven’t… I’ve not really done anything for you and I know…” “Emma, stop,” he said gently reaching up to cradle your face. Before you could stop it, you automatically jerked back and Daryl sighed releasing your face. He knew that reaction and didn’t want to cause you to do it. “I’m sorry,” you said tears forming in your eyes again. “Nothin’ to be sorry for Em. I get it,” he said sadly. He’d seen your scars the few times your sleeves or shirt would ride up, but he wasn’t going to push you to talk about them when he didn’t talk about his. “I tol’ ya, sometimes we all need a li’l help, an’ I’m not expectin’ ‘nythin’ from it. Besides you’ve cleaned ma house and cook all tha time. Payment enough,” he said with a smile. “Your cookin’s bett’a ‘nyways.” You offered him a tentative smile. “It’s not enough Daryl. Not when I know you took all those extra shifts for Ry and I to be able to have anything we need.” Daryl knew if he was in your position, he would feel like he owed the person taking him in too, so he understood where you were coming from. “A’ight. We’ll fin’ somethin’ in town for ya if ya insist. I think I know someone that will keep Ry for ya. Reliable, trustworthy. Would be good wif’ him. Le’ me go make some calls. You rest.” “Daryl,” you said stopping him before he left. “Thank you. I know I don’t tell you enough but I…. I honestly don’t know where Ry and I would be without you.” “I’s nothin’ Em. Just get some rest,” he said before going out to make some calls. You knew eventually you would end up telling Daryl your story. You already trusted him more than anyone you’d trusted in a very long time. You just needed a little more time. You laid back down and tried to rest after Daryl went out knowing your panic attack had taken a toll on you. You let your thoughts run wild with possibilities and what might be. You hoped Daryl would be able to help you find a job and someone to keep Ry that wouldn’t take your whole paycheck. You wanted to pay Daryl back for his kindness and you wanted this to work. You wanted this to be your fresh start to get your life back on track for your son. You weren’t sure you would ever achieve your dream of becoming a writer, but you could always restore that hope soon.

In just a few minutes Daryl returned with a quiet knock on your door so as not to wake Ry. “Come in,” you called out quietly sitting up in bed. “‘K so the guy I work for at tha shop, Tanner, his wife Abigail could watch Ry for ya. She’s real good with kids, got three grandkids. She’d be good ta him.” “Great. Can…. can ya go with me to meet her?” Emma asked nervous about meeting someone new. “‘Course. Tanner said he could use ya to do tha books and answer tha phone at tha shop if ya wanted. Or Jessa, tha nurse from the clinic, said they can always use help. Or I can make some more calls,” he said with a shrug. “The clinic will be good. I was studying pre-med a long time ago,” you said quietly. Daryl really wanted to ask why you’d quit, but he didn’t wanna push you. “A’ight. I’ll call Jessa an’ Abigail. See when we can go by.” “Thank you Daryl I really appreciate all you do.” “I’s nothin’,” he said again before going out to let you rest. You weren’t sure you deserved all his kindness, but you were thanking whoever changed your luck that you’d run across someone who was so willing to help you with nothing in return. You promised to yourself right then that you would make this up to Daryl somehow. He deserved it for all the help he’d been to you.

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