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zablife · 1 month
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Now You Know the Truth (Part 3)
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Summary: After your accident, a distraught Tommy waits for news about you and the baby.
Author's Note: Since there's been interest in a continuation of their story, here's another part. Credit goes to @pono-pura-vida for her help brainstorming this one!
Warnings: mention of miscarriage
Part 2
“Is she…” Tommy’s voice faltered halfway through his sentence, turning away from the uncertainty of what was to come. His forehead rested against the cool tiles briefly before Ada came to stand by his side, listening intently as the doctor explained you had survived your injuries. Though extensive, you were expected to make a full recovery in a few weeks time.
“And the baby?” Ada ventured, voice barely above a whisper.
The doctor shook his head, casting his eyes to the ground as he offered his condolences. “We did everything we could.”
“Thank you,” Ada mumbled as she placed a hand at her brother’s elbow for support.
“When can I see my wife?” Tommy asked on a shaky breath.
“The moment she wakes, we’ll let you know,” the doctor promised before disappearing behind the heavy swinging door.
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“It’s been twelve bloody hours,” Tommy growled as he continued pacing the corridor.
Stirring from his place on an uncomfortable wooden bench, Arthur joined his brother. “She took a hard fall, Tom. They said it could be days,” he reminded him. 
“I have to see her. I need to make it right,” Tommy ranted, unable to eat or sleep until he could be with you once more.
Arthur clapped a hand over his brother’s shoulder to anchor him momentarily. “She knows you love her,” he assured Tommy.
Tommy’s face contorted in pain, eyes darting about the room, unable to calm himself as he replayed the last moments you’d spent together. “You heard what I said last night. Told her I should never have married her,” Tommy recalled.
“You didn’t meant it,” Arthur quickly dismissed with a shake of his head.
“She wanted to leave,” Tommy added in a distant voice, somewhere far away from where Arthur now stood eyeing him with deep concern.
“Is there a Thomas Shelby here?” a nurse called out, breaking Tommy’s trance. He broke free of Arthur’s hold to sprint toward the open door, eager for news of your progress. “Your wife is conscious,” she began, but her face held a look of uncertainty.
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Tommy entered your hospital room as gingerly as if her were walking across a frozen pond about to crack and plunge him into its icy depths. The sight of you bruised and bandaged stole his breath as he asked, “How are you feeling?”
The throbbing pain inside your skull made his words reverberate with a slight echo and you recoiled from the harsh noise. Wetting your parched lips you begged, “Could you speak more quietly please?” Swallowing harshly Tommy nodded, reaching for your hand slowly so as not to startle you. He watched as your disoriented gaze drifted down to your interlaced fingers and back up into his crystal blue eyes, waiting for a reaction.
“Why have you come?” you asked forlornly. 
A shudder ran down his spine as he attempted to find the words to apologize to you properly. You deserved more than the lonely nights and harsh words he’d offered lately. He would make it up to you now though, he’d made a vow to himself as he paced the hospital corridors, images of your broken body lying at the bottom of the stairs enough to convince him of all his wrongdoing. 
“I-I wanted to start by saying you were right, love. When I lost Polly, I lost sight of how to care for this family. I forgot I had you by my side,” he said, squeezing your hand gently. 
You cocked your head as you noticed tears collecting at the corners of his eyes, proof of his sincerity so you sat silently, waiting of him to finish. 
“I never wanted my child to become collateral damage. Can you forgive what I've done?” he asked, looking into your eyes with a pain stricken expression. As the moments of silence ticked by, Tommy’s inner panic grew. You could tell by the trembling of his hands before he spoke again. “Y/n, do you believe me?”
You held his gaze for a moment, biting the inside of your cheek as you made your decision. Then you spoke up, quietly and earnestly.  “Yes,” you nodded, reaching up to catch the tear falling down his freckled cheek. “I believe you,” you whispered to him as he breathed a sigh of relief.
“But I have one question,” you asked, furrowing your brow slightly.
“Yes, of course, anything,” Tommy responded eagerly.
“Who are you?”
Part 4
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bloatedandalone04 · 10 months
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➪the one where ethan makes you playlist of songs that remind him of you. (requested)
Warnings: fluff, ethan being a cutie and having the biggest crush on you, non-ghostface ethan, more fluff
Word Count: 1.8k | Ethan Masterlist
Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3
Ethan couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this.
Well, he could as he was still young and it had only been a few years since he had been in middle school. Still, the small crushes he had back then were nothing compared to what he felt now. 
His brain felt fuzzy, his heart sped up whenever those eyes met his own, he would break out into a sweat when he felt the brush of skin on skin. He had never had it this bad before.
And you were to blame.
Your sweet smile, your kind eyes and your bright and carefree personality. How could he not instantly be drawn to you?
Ethan was developing a deep crush on you, and at a rapid pace. 
He sat in his room, his laptop playing some rock band from its place on his desk while he was across the room on his bed. His thumb was beginning to hurt from his countless hours of scrolling through Spotify, subconsciously adding random songs to a playlist - every song in which reminded him of you. 
Cloud 9 - Beach Bunny.
Crimson and Clover - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts.
Compass - The Neighbourhood. 
Someone to You - BANNERS.
The list just goes on and he only decided to stop when he saw how long it had gotten, the top of the playlist reading ‘67 songs, 4 hr 21 min’.
God, he felt like a kid again. 
His last crush was brutal. Ethan never found the courage to ask the cute girl in his homeroom out, making that story end before it ever even began. He never even spoke to her. 
Thankfully, that wasn’t the case with you. 
Not entirely, anyway. 
He talked to you almost everyday, and that in itself was an improvement from his last crush. He even went out on dates with you…sort of. Group outings with Tara, Chad, Mindy and Anika counted as dates, right?
Either way, it was another improvement. If there’s one thing high school taught him, it was that sitting around and waiting for people to come to him was borderline useless; insert the name of the crush he quickly forgot about upon meeting you.
You; the cute girl in his econ class.
You; his sister’s roommate.
You; the girl currently walking straight towards him. 
Shit.
“Hey, Ethan,” you greet in your usual cheery voice.
He smiles back, hoping that he hadn’t gotten too caught up in his thoughts to the point where he was staring at you. He hoped that you didn’t come over here to call him out on it. “Hey,” smooth.
You adjust the strap on your shoulder, tilting your head to the side as you ask, “What are you listening to?”
His brows furrowed before he realized that he still had his earbuds in. Now he knew why your voice sounded so muffled. 
Quickly pulling them out, he stuffs the wires away in his pocket as he shrugs. “Oh, um, nothing. Just a playlist I made,” he simply said, applauding himself for being able to sound so casual when his heart was beating a million miles a minute. 
You nod, looking down at the tiled floor of the hallway. “That’s cool,” you trail off, feeling like you were bothering him with your sudden presence. Maybe you were overthinking it, but the way he talked made you think you were interrupting something, whatever that something was. The last thing you wanted to do was bother him.
Unbeknownst to you, Ethan didn’t think you could ever bother him.
He sounded so closed off just because he was having a hard time coming up with words, the effect you had on him quickly beginning to take over his whole body.
“Um, well,” you murmur and back away, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment at the short lived conversation. “I guess I’ll see you later.”
Ethan’s eyes widened as he watched you turn around. He mentally kicked himself for being so monotone with you and giving you the wrong idea. Fuck, of course he’d accidentally give you the impression that he didn’t want to talk to you when it was actually the exact opposite. “Hey, wait,” he called out before he was able to fully think it through. You turned around, a small, confused smile on your lips. “I actually wanted to show you something. I made it last night.”
You raise one brow and walk back over to him. “You made it?”
He laughs awkwardly, shoving his phone in his pocket. “Yeah, I was bored,” he answered and tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered at the sound of your laugh. “Can I see your phone?”
“Um, yeah,” you grab your phone from your back pocket and hand it to him, confusion still evident on your face. “How are you going to show me what you made on my phone, though?”
He smiles to himself at your cluelessness, putting in your password - he still can’t believe you trusted him enough to give him that - and going onto the Spotify app. “It’s a playlist,” he tells you and your face heats up for the second time. 
“Oh…right,” you nod. “I knew that.”
Ethan shakes his head and hands you back your phone. “I made it for you,” he says. “It’s full of songs that remind me of you.” He hoped you wouldn’t find his words creepy or weird. What was he doing?
You take your phone, tearing your eyes away from his to look down at the screen. It showed a playlist on his account, simply titled ‘For Her’. “Oh, wow,” you say quietly, scrolling through the songs before tapping on the heart icon and saving it to your own account. “Thank you, that’s really sweet.”
His own face heats up in a blush, his eyes meeting yours once again. “No problem,” he says just as quietly. “I hope you like it.”
You smile at him. “I’m sure I will,” your eyes briefly look at his lips before you back away again. “I’m running late, but I promise I’ll listen to it later.”
“No rush,” he calls out as you give him a final smile before turning around the corner. 
It was then when he could finally breathe again. 
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Ethan hadn’t seen you in a few days. You were busy with work and studying and he had more than a few assignments he had to catch up on. 
You stayed true to your promise and listened to the playlist. However, instead of just listening to a couple of the songs and skipping over others, you listened to every single one. Over and over again.
Thanks to the app’s friend activity being on, Ethan was able to see that you had the playlist on repeat ever since he gave it to you. 
An undeniable feeling of happiness consumed every inch of him, filling him with a sense of pride. He was happy to know that the three hours he spent putting that playlist together weren’t for nothing. 
Thank God for Spotify and it’s weird but very useful features. 
Another day or so goes by before he sees you again, a warm feeling washing over him as you give him a smile that takes up nearly your entire face. “Hey, Ethan!” You greet him like usual, but this time you catch him by surprise as your arms wrap around his shoulders in a hug. “Thanks so much for making me that playlist. Some of those songs are really good.” You wanted to say all of them were good, but also didn’t want to come off as being too forward. 
“I’m glad,” he returned the hug and had to force himself to pull away after a few seconds. “So, I take it you like it?” He knew you did but he also wanted to hear you say it as well. 
“Of course, I love it,” you reply, feeling shy all of a sudden. You weren’t dumb, you knew what 99% of the songs were about - if it wasn’t obvious enough. Each one gave you butterflies, as did the title of the list. 
For her.
You could kiss him right here and now.
 “Good, that’s good,” he says and you try to fight off your growing smile.
“There were some really romantic songs on there,” you trail off, hoping to anyone that was listening that you weren’t reading too much into things. You’d die of embarrassment if you were to confess your feelings to him and have him turn you down. You’d probably cry if he were to say he just saw you as a friend. 
Ethan leaned against the bricked wall of the university, his forearm keeping him balanced as he raised it just above his head. “Only some?” He teased, knowing damn well that all of the songs were romantic in one way or the other. 
Relief falls over you at his voice, his teasing grin only making you believe your suspicions even more. “Okay, maybe more than some,”
Ethan’s smirk turned into a boyish grin at the way your face began to tint red. “More like all of them,” he smoothly corrected you, not entirely sure where the sudden boost of confidence came from, but not wasting a second of it. “You know, I meant it when I said they reminded me of you.”
You feel your face flush at his words, tilting your head down to stop your growing grin. “Yeah, I know,”
Ethan felt like he could fall over at any given second and he was glad his arm was currently doing a very good job at keeping him up right. Still, before he could lose the courage he rarely ever felt, he inched closer to you as he says, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something,”
You don’t dare move or speak or breathe as you wait for him to continue, your eyes never leaving his. 
“We’ve been friends for a while now, and it’s been great. Really great,” he starts and waits for any indication that he should shut up before he ruins something good. When you only slowly nodded, he decided to just go for it. “But I want something more. And I want it with you.”
Your eyes flicker all over his face, butterflies begging to be set loose all over your body as you process his words. Even though you had a strong feeling that you already knew what his answer would be, you still ask, “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I really like you,” the butterflies had officially been released and your face heats up in both relief and happiness, overjoyed that your feelings weren’t one sided. “Would you like to go out with me?”
You refrain from screaming out a ‘yes’ and instead look down at the concrete you were both standing on. Slowly, you nod and don’t bother to fight off the smile growing on your face. “Yes,” you say and feel your heart skip a beat at the way his tense shoulders immediately lift, a grin taking over his own face. “Yes, I would like to go out with you.”
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binxiboo · 1 year
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Driver picks the music, Shotgun shuts his cakehole.
Supernatural Masterlist // Full Masterlist
Sister!Reader x Sam and Dean
You were actually clueless as to how you’d gotten Dean here. It had been months of begging and attempted black-mail. Hell, you had even asked Sam. But neither brother would budge. Until today.
There was no chance you were going to say no when Dean dangled the car keys in front of your face this morning. You had been waiting months for one of your brothers to cave and it had finally happened.
“Do you want to learn or not?”
“Of course, yeah, let me just… get dressed.”
So, you may, or may not, have ended up choking on your cereal. You also totally didn’t continue to choke as you, safely, ran to your room to throw some clothes on and brush your teeth. You sprinted out into the centre of the bunker where Sam and Dean were both chuckling as you showed that you were ready.
“No, you aren’t.”
“What do you mean? I’m dressed.”
“He means you aren’t ready to go driving, Y/N.”
“Yes, I am Sammy!”
You started to get frustrated, beginning to believe that they were just playing games with you rather than actually teaching you to drive.
“Your feet.”
You looked down, you still had slippers on from when you went into the bathroom. The floor of the bunker was normally warm, but the tile floors of the bathrooms were always freezing.
“Oh…”
Sam had wandered down to your bedroom to get you a pair of socks and suitable driving shoes. The boys had seen your expression change and apparently had decided to play nice.
“Are you both coming?”
“Well, I don’t expect you want to be alone with Dean when you smash up the car?”
“I’m not going to be that bad!”
“Still, do you want to chance it?”
“No.”
So all three of you exited the bunker and got settled in the Impala. For a moment, Dean definitely forgot he wasn’t driving. After you actually shoved him to the right side of the car, you hopped into the driver’s seat.
“Right, so put the key in the ignition.”
“Dean, I know how to start a car, even with a key.”
“I know, wait, what?”
You ignored Dean’s question and reached for the aux cord, gracefully added in secret by Sam, and plugged it into your phone. You decided you’d need something not too distracting, but of course you could choose whatever you wished to hear, and whatever Dean didn’t.
As the opening to Status Quo played, obviously from High School Musical, played in the car you watched Dean for his reaction.
“Turn it off.”
“Nope.”
“You can’t listen to music and learn to drive.”
“Sure I can.”
“Can you at least play something else?”
“Nope.”
“Why?”
You and Sam looked each other dead in the eye and turned to Dean.
“Driver picks the music, Shotgun shuts his cakehole.”
Dean snapped his head around and raised his eyebrows, almost as if he was in disbelief that you’d actually used his own retort against him.
“So, who’s ready to go driving?”
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bittercandysweetrain · 8 months
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Tokyo revenger’s x reader with mental illness. (Shinichiro PT1)
(so this isn't to romanticize mental illness it's just for others to feel included in such stories. this is how the TKR men would deal with it in a relationship how they help or add to problems and how they learn to grow with reader. it's for fun don't take it so serious so there will be warnings in each chapter if you don't want to read it don't it's totally fine. each character was carefully matched to certain illnesses. also don't forget some people may experience different things so it's not exactly a match for everyone. This chapter we’ll be starting with Shinichiro sano.)
Illness - Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder OCD for short along with having an Anxiety tic
Author's pov - Shinichiro, oh man was he really weak for women but there was one, in particular, he could not get out of his head. she was known as the weird girl in their part of the neighborhood. She did her best to keep to herself but with such older gossiping women she was the highlight of their days. Everyday she would stop by Shin’s Bike shop exactly at 3 pm. Shinchiro at first would watch her he never understood why she did what she did. she would walk in looking down at her feet and follow the same path counting steps. at first he was intrigued but since he couldn't find out what path she was following he just forgot about it. she became a regular and he was use to seeing her he even added some things such as candy and soda to since she never bought anything from the store. however that didn't matter because she didn't buy that either.  Today was like any other day Y/n walked in the bell ring announcing she was there. Shinichiro leaned on the counter watching her she had always zigzagged around the bikes. despite there being a straight line to the register she started to the right and around the first bike. He saw this everyday, however one day after getting a huge order. some of the areas she would walk was taken up and she tripped going over one of the boxes. So he decided to rearrange the bike shop for her. to make it easier for her to walk around, which is what he thought he was doing. (y/n) went to take one step into the shop pausing when she noticed the bikes were no longer lined up how they use to be. there was a bigger space now and because the bikes were now long ways cutting off the areas she would usually walk through. the tools were moved as well hanging on the wall. "Hey (f/n)" Shinichiro waved at her with his signature sano smile. (y/n) sank her teeth into her lip the tile was off there was more pieces now visible. She followed the same route she usually did four tiles in three to the right. however that was gone it was now six tiles in four to the right. "why did you move everything" she asked staying where she was "Well Just trying something new." Shinichiro said "you shouldn't have changed it, it was better the other way I can help you change it back," she said, "I think it's fine like this." he said (f/n) had a sudden chill up her spine she turned her head to the side causing her to let out a soft groan almost sounding like a moan she then clicked her tongue. "Believe me it was better the other way," she said turning she went to leave the shop but couldn't. she had to do this she had to finish what she started. turning back around she went back into the shop she could do this she could walk the same route. Shinichiro watched her struggle to do the path she usually did but nothing stopped her from completing it even if she had to redo it five times. 
(Y/n)'s pov - Before Shinichiro owned the bike shop it was a candy shop with tall shelves filled with every candy imaginable. As a little girl my father would bring me everyday after school at three o'clock. He would hold my hand and then we would go inside, I would follow the red diamonds on the floor in a specific pattern. in two diamonds stop then to the right follow the diamonds around the shelves. I never understood why my father brought me everyday but later it was because he seen how calm I was doing what I needed. years went by and when I was 13 the store closed. the first year was the hardest for me I kept finding myself going to the locked doors. I needed it, I needed to count my steps inside, But I couldn't do what I needed. My father told me I should change it so that I could do the same steps at the house the feet weren't the same it was much smaller the steps didn't add up. eventually something else took over it consumed my life! everyday I would wash my hands three times, lock and unlock the door six times, I would pace the room in a square around the bed eight times. My food couldn't touch I had a specific breakfast, lunch, and dinner everyday that could not change. even in school I would often be late for class for touching each door nob and counting the tiles. it calmed me to do so and if I couldn't it drove me insane I was aggravated and couldn't stop thinking about it. I think maybe that's why my mother left me and my dad. she wanted me to change she tried to force me to stop but I couldn’t. and he understood perfectly how breaking that schedule was too much for me. hell, he had his own thing going on I admit maybe I was too aggressive with my mother. but do you have any idea how hard it is when my sleep was consumed by the thought of how I might have messed up or miscounted? years would pass and nothing felt good anymore but one day I saw a flyer, the store was opening again. When I had heard about the shop opening I knew it was my chance to fix that mistake I might have made years ago, but when I walked into the shop the diamond tiles were gone. It pissed me off what the hell why would they remove them? they were perfect. luckily enough the placement of the bikes were exactly where the shelves stood. even if the red diamonds weren't there I could still picture them. Just like where the tools hung if I pictured it correctly it was a wall of candy. but when Shinichiro changed everything I was so aggrivated why, why did he have to go and do that to me!
Author's pov - Later that night after closing up Shinichiro left, heading home before it was late and he decided to stop by a nearby restaurant to get a meal. ordering his food he stood in line waiting when his phone suddenly rang. answering it he could hear an unknown man's voice "Shinichiro sano?" the man asked "yes?" he answered, "This is Police officer Jin we got a call your alarm system went off it seems someone had broken into your shop." he said Shinichiro's eyes widen "I'm down the street I will be there in a minute." he said rushing out of the shop he hurried down the street in his flip flops it took him about fifteen minutes to even get there taking a breath as he slowly walked up to the police. (Y/n) sat in the back of the police car her head laying against the window as she stared at the shop. Shinichiro slowly walked up to the car tapping on the window the cop opened the door pulling (y/n) out. "(y/n)? what are you doing going in the shop after hours?" he asked (y/n) looked down "can you put everything back" she asked "the way it was please, I was going to do it myself but the alarm it went off" she said, "why?" Shinichiro questioned "It's hard to explain but ever since I was little that shop has been a certain why. when you changed it, I couldn't sleep I needed it back the way it was I know it sounds weird but Imagine having a stain on your shirt, and no matter how many times you scrub it doesn't come off. every day you worry about how you look wearing that shirt so you buy a new one and it has the same stain except you buy this magic eraser and suddenly when you wipe it the stain comes off. but the stain only wears off for so long before you need to use the eraser again that is what it is like for me every day." she said "I'm sorry" she said, Shinichiro didn't understand but he knew if he talked to her more he could get a better idea of what it was like for her. He looked at the cop "I know her it's okay to let her go." he said, "are you sure?" Officer jin asked "yeah I am" he said Officer jin undid the cuffs "how about we go inside and talk.” y/n nodded in agreement as she followed him into the shop. 
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mlek13 · 1 year
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A New Neighborhood
I keep seeing posts about Decades Challenges and Test of Time Challenges that made me want to try something similar again.  I gave in and started a new neighborhood, but I have been hesitant to share about it because the last time I tried something similar, it fell apart and I abandoned it as soon as I posted.
But this time it has gone very well and I have made a lot of progress.  Be warned that I may abandon this at any time.  I will eventually get back to my kingdom neighborhood.  I have already played through most of the merchant class and I have a couple of posts started in my drafts from almost a month ago.
So, as usual, I started out with 8 sims, 4 men and 4 women with a mix of genetics, random names, aspirations and personalities and moved them into an empty lot.  I set them up with the bare essentials (empty fridge, a couple of counters, straw beds, tree stump chairs, squat anywhere spots and waterfall showers.)  Then I filled up the lot with trees that can be chopped, harvestable berry bushes and fruit trees.  They got a fishing pond, garden plots, and all sorts of crafting stations.  I’m not using the in game money system at this point, so I use motherlode anytime they need more funds.  Also the visitor controller blocks all NPCs, so I don’t have to bother with bills.
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They were off to a good start, with everyone getting along well.
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Aside from some inevitable cheating and jealousy, but fortunately, no one holds a grudge over it for long.
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At the start there wasn’t much interest in gardening or fishing, but with the fruit trees and berry bushes that I edited to be harvested autonomously based on hunger, they were well stocked with food.  (It doesn’t mean they were always smart enough to fix something to eat before they were near starving.)
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Or that they were successful at cooking when they tried.
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They chopped enough wood that they were able to build shelter before winter.  I trade one stack of wood per wall section or floor tile to build a roof. 
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This first room is the nursery to separate the crying babies from the sleeping adults. 
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They had enough wood to build two more rooms for adult sleeping quarters (minus part of the roof on the third room) before winter.
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Things were going well, except for the fact that just one man was the father of most of the children in the camp and another one of the men had no children at all.  I knew that was going to pose a problem in the next generation or two, so I decided I needed to add another family.  I decided to wait to see if they survived the winter first, since that’s where I gave up last time, but the winter was mild.  There was only one incident of freezing and he survived, so I decided to start a second camp.
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The second family was a total disaster.
They did not seem to like each other from the start.
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Those that did were same sex couples, which is fine, but not helpful to my population problem.
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When sims from my first camp would visit, they would wreck their relationships.
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It turns out I didn’t have the empty templates installed and I forgot to clear out the neighborhood before starting, so I have all the Peasantview townies. 
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I blocked them from my first camp, but decided to let them in the second.  That introduced roaches and the flu to the neighborhood.
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A blind date from one of the townies did lead to love for one of my sims.  Unfortunately, she died young and I can’t find a picture of what happened.
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I decided to separate the group and see if the less troublesome sims from this camp would do better on their own.
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They were just two happy couples.
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These two (Rex and Tomas) would autonomously get engaged, then break off the engagement, every other day.
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This group . . . just as soon as I would start to like a couple, one of the pair would die.  Ultimately, they did introduce a little bit of new blood to the neighborhood, but not as much as I would have hoped.  I’m still adding in new sims as potential partners.  I’m trying to do better at making them matches for the sims that I already have rather than just random sims.
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Here are the sims I started with in my original Alpha camp.  (In alphabetical order, because that’s how they were listed on my screen.)
Anthony was the only sim who could not find love among the original camp members, which is unfortunate since he was a family sim and wanted nothing more than to fall in love, get married, and have a baby.  I had to add in a third group of sims before he found the love of his life and started a family. In the meantime he was the camp lumberjack and was one of the first to get into chopping trees and processing boards.
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Dinah was interested in nature. It took until the second year for anyone to want to plant crops or fish, but once she started to take an interest, she consistently wanted to plant more crops everyday.
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She was also into hiking and once or twice in her later years, she took a group of children who were interested out on an excursion.
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Doug was the other garden enthusiast in the first generation and he eventually took up woodworking too.  He only had one child of his own, but he was very active with helping out with the other little ones in the camp.
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Fernando was the camp Casanova.  He had romances with three out of four of the women in the camp.  At one point all three of them were simultaneously pregnant with his children.  He ended up fathering ten children in total. At the time 2/3 to 70% of the children were his.
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Having that many children eventually took its toll on his romance sim aspiration.
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Magda was the only woman in the camp who did not fall to Fernando’s charms. 
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Magda had a difficult time.  Her pleasure sims needs weren’t being adequately met and she started spending time in aspiration failure.
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She was also the first sim in the camp to die.  Dinah had a close call previously and I decided to intervene because she was pregnant with her first child.  I tried to intervene with Magda too, but with the bed in the way, I couldn’t get anyone to her in time.
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Misha is a sim that kind of fell under the radar.  She was just a solid, low drama sim, who kept her head down and did her thing.  She was the last of the women in the camp to have a baby.
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Rosalyn was the first sim in the camp to give birth to a baby.  She was a very devoted mother with her first child and was constantly nursing the baby.
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After giving birth, she immediately wanted to make a wish on the genie lamp that I hadn’t realized was on the lot.  I decided that she earned it.
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Wishing for the power to cheat death, definitely paid off.
(I think Doug ended up taking the last two wishes and used them for beauty.  Can a sim make the same wish twice?  It didn’t do him any good.)
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Being a mother was fun the first time around, but by the fourth time, it was a bit too much.
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Theron is another sim that I don’t have a lot to say about.  He was the first one to get engaged when he spontaneously proposed to Dinah.
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And he was the first to call of the engagement after catching her cheating with Fernando while at the neighbors’.
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He was very sweet to comfort Dinah’s children (and Fernando’s not his) after the breakup to let them know everything was okay and nothing would change because of the breakup.
He also turned out to be the sim that proved to me that I was smart to disable teen-adult relationships when he was an elder and the second generation was reaching adulthood
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Chapter 7
Soup
Charlie
I felt so refreshed after the shower, but my body still hummed with pain. Those guys really did a number on me. I also got to brush my teeth, Artemis gave me a toothbrush and toothpaste. It was good to finally get rid of the metallic taste in my mouth. The clothes that Gage had gave me were loose fitting but did the job. He gave me a thin stretchy turtleneck sweater, a loose knit jumper for extra warmth over the top, and a pair of pants that fit surprisingly well. The pants looked too big when folded but stayed up without a belt. I gathered my stuff and made my way back to the living room foyer. Gage said that’s where he would wait for me.
“Hey! Feeling any better?” Gage turned around when he saw me walking down the stairs. I made my way over to the couch he was sitting on.
“A little bit. I feel much better now that I’m clean” I let out sheepishly. It felt strange being here. I’m really glad that I found someone around here that would be so kind to me even if they don’t know me. I felt uneasy, but maybe it would be okay if I let my guard down.
“Hey, I made some soup. Are you hungry?” Gage offered with a smile. I was so distracted by the thoughts racing through my head, I didn’t notice my hunger pangs.
“You’re not trying to poison me, are you?” I ask. I still don’t know if I can trust him.
“No, I’m going to have some soup too. You can come with me to the kitchen and help yourself if it makes you feel better” he mentioned.
“Lead the way” I mumble. It was probably a good idea to keep this guy at an arm’s length. He got up off the couch and made his way into the room behind us. Like he said, it was a kitchen. It was pretty big, way bigger than the one in my apartment. There was a fireplace in the kitchen, which was strange to me. Why would they want a space heater in the kitchen? It must be their stove, as a boiler pot was sitting on top of it. The smell of wood burning was comforting. The counters were made of concrete and metal, and the floor tiles were terracotta. The vintage feel of this place is endlessly charming. Gage collected some bowls from an overhead cabinet and handed one to me before hopping over to a counter and grabbing a ladle. He made himself a bowl before offering the ladle to me. I inspected the boiler pot, looking inside of it. The steam from the bubbling liquid hit my face and I pulled back out of habit. I forgot that the punks stole my smart glasses, so I don’t have to worry about them getting fogged up anymore. The soup looked great, a clear red broth chock full of vegetables. I served myself a bowl and sat next to Gage at the wrap around counter.
“I hope you like the soup. My friend Percy made it” Gage mentioned.
“I thought you said you made it! How do you know what’s in it?” I panic. What if his “friend” is trying to poison both of us?
“Well, I helped. I cut the veggies. Let me know what you think of them, Percy would love to hear about another person enjoying her organic produce” he smiled between mouthfuls of soup.
“She grew the vegetables?” I replied.
“Yeah! We have a roof top garden. I’ll show you later if you want” he offered. Seeing Gage eat the soup gave me some security to trust him. I was hungry, who knows when I could get a nice meal like this again? I take my spoon and scoop up some of the soup before putting it in my mouth. This soup was delicious. It had multiple facets, with rich tomato flavour, herbaceous notes, and gentle spice from garlic and ginger. Carrots added sweetness, and celery added a savoury taste. There was even little pasta at the bottom, shaped like rice, that provided great chew.
“This soup is delicious” I beam. Gage chuckled shortly.
“I’ll send your compliments to the chef” Gage’s eyes crinkled from a wide smile.
“Minestrone, right? I’ve never had minestrone with this much depth” I exclaim.
“Is that the name? I’m not much of a cook myself, I wouldn’t know. Speaking of names, I totally forgot to ask for yours. I’m Gage” he introduced.
“I know. I heard Artemis say your name before. I’m Charlie” I let out.
“So, Charlie. Do you want to call your wife and tell her that you’re okay? You can use my phone if you want” he offered.
“Oh. I, um… I don’t know her number off by heart” I admit embarrassingly.
“Do you know any other numbers?” Gage asked. I shook my head.
“I normally have my phone, so I just call people through my saved contacts” I mention.
“Shit. That’s okay, I can just walk you home” Gage tried to come up with alternative solutions. I guess I have to tell him the truth.
“That would be a waste of time” I mutter.
“No, I don’t mind!” Gage smiled.
“I don’t mean it like that. My wife and I had an argument, yes, but she also kicked me out” I admitted.
“Oh my god, that’s terrible” he empathized.
“No, it’s fine. She just wanted to push me to get back on my feet. She probably just needs some time to calm down” I explain.
“Okay, well, is there anywhere else you could go?” Gage asks.
“No, I don’t think so” I sigh.
“Don’t have any family you can visit?” he continues.
“I have a sister, but she moved recently, so I don’t know her address” I mention.
“Without your phone, you’re stuck down here, huh? Well, at least for a little bit. You could stay with us for the week, and then you could go see how she’s feeling” he suggests.
“I guess so” I huff.
“Or, what about we try to find your phone so that you can call your sister?” Gage stipulated.
“That could work” I agreed.
“Do you remember anything about the people that attacked you?” he continued.
“Yeah. There was a bald person who had tattoos all over their face, a girl with red hair, and a guy with lime green hair. It was all kind of a blur. I know they were all wearing black with lots of spikes and patches” I recall.
“Lime green hair? Hold on, I think I know him” Gage pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it. Why would Gage know this guy? My alarm bells are going off.
“Found him! Is this the guy you’re talking about?” Gage asked, showing me his phone. Lime green hair, dark circles around his eyes with glowing green irises and enough piercings to make him look like a pin cushion. I didn’t remember the piercings, but that definitely looks like the guy who attacked me.
“How do you know this guy?” I ask. I really hope they’re not friends.
“I met him on a dating app, and as soon as we started talking, I hated him. He’s an asshole who only cares about himself” Gage rolls his eyes.
“So, he’s just an asshole? I could have told you that” I scoff.
“He’s, uh…. A special kind of asshole. He’s a Vulture” Gage winced.
“Figuratively, right?” I question.
“It’s the name of their gang. The Vultures are… pests. They don’t make a lot of money, so they resort to petty shit like beating up and robbing innocent people” he explained.
“A gang?” I think out loud.
“They probably just sold your phone to the pawn shop when they couldn’t unlock your phone” he rambled.
“How many pawn shops are there?” I ask.
“Only one” he answers.
“Well? What are we waiting for? Let’s go!” I shout, getting up from my seat.
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     @screwyewguys  〢  cont from here .
Stan didn’t expect to be so faded by the time Cartman arrived, either, but the shots got away from him, like they usually did.  His pre-drinking had turned into drinking drinking, and a slight twinge of guilt twisted in his chest over that fact.  But for the most part, he didn’t care.  He had paid for it and was entitled to do what he liked with it.  Whether or not any of his seven bucks ended up in Cartman’s stomach was far from his chief concern.
Still, he relinquished the bottle when Cartman grabbed for it.  Not that he was given much choice—the other man was a little forceful, and Stan was in no place to grip onto anything.  He didn’t complain, though, until Cartman uttered his disgusted about the tequila being awful, cheap shit.  It was true that Randy would be disappointed in him for going so cheap, which was part of why he did it.
He didn’t want to be his father who dressed his booze intake up in some ritzy, cultural bullshit.  Stan wanted to make it clear that he was getting plastered, sloshed, off his face, not doing a wine tasting or whatever that stupid German word was.  He wanted to put everything out on the table, his messiness, his hurt—a miserable cry for help that would never be answered, but which felt good to make, nonetheless, however petulant it was.
“I didn’t wanna spend a lotta money,” he grumbled.  “Once you get far enough into the bottle, it stops mattering whether or not it’s—hey!”
Cartman cut him off by draining the bottle into the sink, and Stan tried to scramble to his feet to stop him, but he didn’t get much farther than onto his knees before the speed and exertion knocked him face-down on the floor.  He put his hand flat against it, trying to slow its tumultuous revolutions.  The world around him flashed violently blue, and for a moment, he forgot where he was and what they were talking about, lost in the anticipation of that usual harsh ejection.  It was upon him in another instant, and he barely pulled his head up in time to stop it from getting in his hair.  It pooled on the kitchen tile and coated the back of his right hand, the alcohol scalding him worse on the way back up than it had going down, and it was revealed just how little he head eaten since he took to the bottle.
“Whoa,” he muttered, followed by a low groan and some quiet explicatives as he leaned away from his mess and wiped his hand off on his dark jeans.  He reached his unsullied hand out to Cartman and beckoned.  “Hand me a towel?”  Just not the towel, please.
“I was gonna finish that, you know.”  He was slightly more clearheaded with some of the tequila out of him (emphasis on slightly), and thoughts came a bit easier to him.  “Maybe not right now,” he added sheepishly, a bald-faced lie he felt obligated to tell on account of the mess he just made.  “But eventually.”
They had gotten off-track, which was mostly Cartman’s fault because Stan would not have gotten sick if the fat bastard left his alcohol alone.  All right, well, he would not have gotten sick as quickly.
“As for Kyle,” he said, shrugging, the name more acidic on his tongue than the bile had been, “I dunno.  He was good before.  He was really good.  I keep waiting for him to go… back…”  It was stupid, he knew that, everyone told him.  The Goth Kids had told him all about how pathetic his obsession with Kyle was already.  That’s not very goth of you.  Do you want to be goth, or do you want dick?  And Stan had half-jokingly and half-truthfully answered, ‘Dick.’
“It’s my fault,” came the strangled admission, tears welling up in storm blue eyes.  “It’s my fault.  He changed when I did.  He got bad when I did.  If I wasn’t so… like I am, then he would have stayed…”  Stan almost said he would have stayed good, but no, he would have stayed at all.  “It’s my fault.”  He exhaled sharply through his nose, expelling a clump of vomit onto the front of his shirt, and fought desperately to retain his coherence.  “So, I can’t give up on him because it’s all me.  If I get better, then he’ll… then he’ll…”  But then Stan trailed off and stared tearfully at the puddle of puke he left, suddenly unsure that his problems had such a simple solution.
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posting the pic i use as my banner !! i really like how the babes turned out, but AS USUAL WE HATE BACKGROUNDS AND THEY SHOULD DIE. also what is sophie mending??? i actually have no idea and i feel like it could be smth cute
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Racing Heart
Pairing  ::  Clark Kent  x  short/petite fem!Reader
Warnings  ::  Smut, Size Kink
Word Count  ::  4,265
Summary  ::  You never knew why, but whenever you were around Clark, your heart always raced.
A/N  ::  Just an fyi, I used Henry Cavill’s Clark Kent, but I used the comic book height of Clark, which is 6′3′’, versus Henry’s 6′1′’
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You never quite understood why, all you knew was that your heart always started racing when you were close to Clark. It wasn’t whenever you saw him, or when you were just in the same room as him. It was only when you were able to notice how small you were compared to the 6’3’’ man. 
There were many occasions when this happened. Whenever Clark hugged you, helped you grab something on a top shelf, or even when he was standing so close to you, you two almost touched, your heart began racing. It had gotten to the point where you went out of your way to avoid getting close to the man, making sure you were always on the opposite side of the room from him.
There were three specific times though that made your face heat up just thinking about them.
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The first one was in the break room.
You had managed to open the cabinet doors right above the refrigerator, but were struggling to grab the box of plastic utensils. You always forgot to bring a fork or spoon from home for your lunch, though you never had to worry about it because The Daily Planet had some. Of course, in an office full of tired reporters, others were bound to forget their utensils as well, and thus the box that was placed on the counter was now empty.
You stood on your tippy-toes, fingers barely grazing the corner of the box. The heels your wore offered no help, only adding a mere inch and a half to your height. You open the cabinet with ease, and a huff of annoyance left you when you saw the box of forks was on the second shelf. You had grown so frustrated, you began hopping just to try and hit the box that you now believed was taunting you. However, your hopping was working, as you managed to hit the corner repeatedly to make the box slowly come out. You didn’t care if you were wearing a skirt. It ended right before your knees and you were wearing black tights so it was fine.
You just needed one more good hop and you knew you’d be able to grab the box. You bent your knees only slightly, and then-
“Do you need some help?” A deep kind voice asked, followed by a large hand reaching past you and grabbing the box.
You whipped your entire body around, now facing a tie and button-down plaid shirt. You tilted your head up, seeing the man from Kansas, Clark Kent. He was giving you one of his classic golden boy smiles, looking down at you.
You gave him a small smile in return, and you could feel your heartbeat begin to grow faster. Perhaps Clark sneaking up behind you startled you, and he seemed to notice.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, I just saw you were struggling for a bit,” He commented, holding the box out for you.
You grabbed it, thanking him quietly before a small idea popped into your head. “Were you watching me?”
You swore you saw a small tint on Clark’s cheeks as he let out a cough to clear his throat. “Um, no, I had walked by earlier and saw you struggling then, and, well, when I came back I saw you were still here so I decided to help.”
You let out a small giggle. “I’m teasing Clark.”
You saw him visibly ease up, letting out a small exhale. Little did you know he had been staring at you for a small while before he helped you. Watching you hop up and down had brought a small smile of amusement to his face. 
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The second one was in the supply room.
Some people bought their supplies, and that was their stash. Others, such as yourself, helped themselves to the abundance of the supply room. What you had just ran out of only moments ago were sticky notes. You used them quite often, not only for notes but also for little drawings you did to pass the time. As a matter of fact, your entire desk was nearly covered with either small memos or doodles of random characters.
The sticky notes, unfortunately, were located on the top shelf. To add to your bad luck, there was also no stepping stool or ladder. Now, you could’ve been rational and go get someone taller to help. ‘Nah, I got this,’ you thought as you carefully began to climb up on the shelves. You believed in your climbing abilities, even in your heels. Admittedly, it was a bit awkward trying to grip onto the shelves, and the heels of your feet were hanging off, but you felt secure enough. 
You reached the top shelf with relative ease, only needing to step up two shelves. Then came the matter of the box of sticky notes that had yet to be open. There was no way you could open the box to grab the small number of notepads you needed, not without both hands though. You could throw the box down, but what were the chances of it breaking open and creating a mess? ‘I really should’ve thought this one through a little better,’ you regretted.
Busy thinking of how to get the sticky notes down(along with how often you found yourself in this sort of ‘you’ve made your bed now lay in it’ situations you’ve been in) you didn’t notice the door open and close once again. “(Y/N)?” 
“Wha- Ah!” You let out a squeal, losing your balance from being pulled from your train of thought. Your eyes widened and your heart froze, feeling your feet slip off along with your grip.
You squeezed your eyes shut, ready for the oncoming impact from the floor, along with the pain. Thankfully, the person who had caused your fall was quick enough to save you. Instead of feeling the hard tiled floor, you felt a pair of strong arms catch you. They held you close, almost squeezing you a bit too tight, but you felt safe in the embrace. You opened your eyes, blinking a few times to make sure you were indeed okay. You looked up to see who had caught you, your (e/c) eyes locking with blue ones behind a frame of glasses.
There was a clear worried look on Clark’s face. “You need to be careful (Y/N), you can’t just climb up shelves. If you need help, ask for it,” He continued to scold you, but you couldn’t focus on a thing he was saying.
Your heart was pounding, though you thought it was from the adrenaline of almost falling, and your mind was elsewhere. You couldn’t listen to him with him still holding you, it was all your mind was focused on. His grip on you was frim, and you were so close to him you could smell his cologne, citrus with a hint of musk. You always knew you were petite in build, but being held like this made you feel tiny. ‘His arms are so big. Am I really this small? He doesn’t look like he’s struggling at all. When does he have the time to work out? How-’
“(Y/N) are you even listening to a thing I’m saying?”
You blinked once, looking at him with big eyes. “Um… You’re still holding me…” You pointed out, a small blush coming to your cheeks. Unable to look at him any longer, your eyes darted down, missing his flustered face.
He put you down quickly, apologizing, and you told him not to just as quickly in response. After, you thanked him and rushed out without even taking a single sticky note with you. Later on in the day though, when you had walked away and returned to your desk, there were two sticky note pads on your desk.
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The third one was at a charity event.
You and Clark were assigned to the event together as it was a rather large event. The money being raised was for meta-human teens and children, to help them better understand their abilities safely.
After hearing the guest list, you knew you had to wear the one forest green dress you wore to every fancy event. It was the nicest, and expensive, dress you owned. You paired it with three-inch black heels and a simple opal pendant. You never like dressing up too much. Clark wore a simple muted dark brown suit, with a navy blue button-up and blue tie to match it.
Now, it was rather tricky to keep your distance from Clark this time, and you really didn’t want to get flustered during work. Before it was at work, now it would be during work. There was a difference, granted a small difference, but still, a difference. At work, you just minded your business, and on occasion, goofing off when you weren’t writing an article. Here you were supposed to be interviewing and taking notes of everything happening. You couldn’t miss something important because Clark wanted to dance and you couldn’t keep your mind straight after. He didn’t ask you to dance, but, if he did you’d refuse.
“So, Mr. Wayne, Mr. Queen-”
“Please, call me Oliver,” The blond said.
Before you stood Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen. You were intending to speak to Mr. Wayne alone, but just as you approached him, Mr. Queen also got to him. You were about to apologize and walk away, however, Mr. Queen, or rather, Oliver, insisted you interviewed them together. You had to admit, it was rather nice having Oliver around as Mr. Wayne, even though he was known as a playboy, gave you a rather intimidating aura. 
You began interviewing the two, asking them the same questions you had asked all the millionaires, but ended up talking with them and enjoying it. Mr. Wayne wasn’t as intimidating as he had seemed, and Oliver was rather humorous. It was clear to you the two were friends.
You were in the middle of laughing at a joke Oliver had told when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turned your head, seeing Clark, standing right beside you with a smile. 
“Well you most certainly are having a good time,” He commented before turning his attention to the men in front of you. “Mr. Wayne, Mr. Queen, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He reached out with his free hand to shake theirs.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well…” Mr. Wayne’s voice trailed off as he looked down at Clark’s badge from the daily planet, “...Mr. Kent.”
“Call me Oliver,” He said as he shook your coworker’s hand. “I take it you two were sent together?”
“Yes,” You said in sync.
The conversation continued, and the entire time Clark kept his arm around your shoulders. You nodded along, even humming a few times in response to make it appear as if you were listening as your mind wandered. ‘Why is my heart racing? Why is he still holding me? Should I say something? What if I seem rude? I don’t want him to let go though.’ Even though you didn’t want to acknowledge it, you knew there was a small part of you that always liked how petite you were compared to Clark. 
Then, you felt his thumb begin to rub small circles onto your bare shoulder. Without thinking, you slowly leaned into his larger frame. Now, you couldn’t see it because you were still looking ahead at the two millionaires, but Clark glanced down at you, happy you had come closer.
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You couldn’t avoid Clark forever though, despite your best efforts.
You walked down the sidewalk, holding four large reusable grocery bags each full to the brim. You lived alone, but you liked to shop in bulk so you wouldn’t have to go out often. You were struggling a fair amount though. Normally, you had a friend who’d come with you to help you out and then the two of you would hang out. Sadly, all your friends were busy for the next few days and you were beginning to run out of your favorite conditioner, not to mention you were low on food.
You didn’t drive to the grocery store either, adding to your struggle. It was only three blocks away, why waste gas? You wouldn’t be struggling much longer though.
“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” A male voice called out.
You stopped, eyes darting everywhere to find the owner of the voice. It took you a moment until you eventually spotted Clark in front of you, a good distance away.
“Oh, hi Clark!” You placed two of the bags down to give him a large arm wave.
It took him a moment to get to you, and when he did he looked down at your groceries puzzled. “That seems like a lot for one person to carry.”
“Yeah, I tend to bite off more than I can chew.”
“I’ve noticed,” He said with a chuckle. “Do you want some help?”
You shook your head. “No. I couldn’t possibly drag you away from your day off to help me.”
“It wouldn’t be a hassle at all,” He reassured you. “Plus, it’d eat at me all day knowing I left you struggling.”
Knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer, you let out a sigh, agreeing to his help. He took three of the bags, leaving you with the one bag filled with two bags of chips, three loaves of bread, and two dozen eggs. You tried to hold two bags, make the work even between the two of you, but he insisted. He tried to carry the bag you held as well, but you were adamant you held at least one.
Walking down to your apartment complex, the two of you mainly talked about work. At least you did, and Clark more so listened. This was the first time your heart didn’t start racing as you stood next to him, probably because you wouldn’t shut up about the deadline for your new article. You refused to look up at him, eyes fixed only on what was in front of you. It didn’t take long for the two of you to get to your apartment. You thanked him and told him he could go on with his day, but he insisted he helped you carry the bags up to your apartment.
You were quiet from then on, listening to Clark talk about the building. He lead you all away to your front door, standing patiently for you to unlock your door. Then, it hit you. You noticed his shadow over you as you faced your front door. Your heart quickened a bit, still, you ignored it as you opened your front door.
You speedily guided him to the kitchen to place the groceries down, and just as fast you tried to rush him out. His brows furrowed, confusion written all over his face.
“(Y/N), why are you in such a rush to show me out?”
‘Because I can’t think straight now with you around!’ You thought. Instead, you said to him, “Because I’m tired and I want you to enjoy your day off!”
He didn’t seem to believe you. He stood in front of you, a small frown on his lips. “Do you like me?”
Your eyes widened, mouth left ajar at his question.
“Because sometimes I get the feeling that you don’t like me.”
‘Oh-’ “What- No. I think you’re a great guy Clark.”
“Then why are you always avoiding me?” You didn’t think he had noticed. “Whenever I get close to you, you scurry off, and when you can’t you look uncomfortable.”
Like a child who had just gotten caught, you covered your face, too embarrassed to look at him. You didn’t want to tell him the real reason you were avoiding him, but, you also didn’t want him thinking you disliked him. It was the exact opposite.
“I’m not avoiding you because I don’t like you, Clark,” You said through your hands. You spread apart your fingers so you could look him in the eyes. “I… I avoid you because you’re… you’re so big.”
Now Clark was taken aback, a brow raised. ���What?”
With a long exhale, you lowered your hands. “I said, I avoid you because you’re so… so big, and it makes me feel really small, and I can’t think straight.”
“You avoid me because I’m too big, and it makes you feel small, and you can’t think straight?” He repeated.
You nodded.
He was silent for a few seconds, tilting his head to the side. “In a good or bad way?”
“What?”
“In a good or bad way?”
You could feel your face heat up, and it wasn’t the only spot on you beginning to grow warm. Softly, you answered him. “In a good way, I guess.”
Clark took a step closer to you. “So you like the fact that I’m larger than you?”
“Yes, I just-”
“No.” His normally bright blue eyes seemed to darken, his eyes narrowed on you. “I want you to say it.”
You closed your legs closer together, feeling a heat rise in between your thighs. “I like that you’re so much bigger and stronger compared to me.”
Swiftly, Clark scooped you up, hands just beneath your bottom to raise you to his face. With how fast your heart was racing now you were sure he could hear it pounding in your chest. 
You looked into his eyes as you carefully took off his glasses and tossed them onto your couch. Then, you placed a hand on each side of his face and gave him a long soft kiss. He returned the kiss gently, though after a few minutes you could tell he wanted more, his kiss began to grow rough. 
You had wrapped your legs around him to be more comfortable, giving him a better grip on you. He squeezed your ass and in response you let out a soft moan. He lowered you a bit, only enough for you to feel his growing erection against your fully clothed core. He held your hips close, moving you against him for a bit of friction. You whimpered, lowering your head into his chest and gripping his dark grey shirt.
“Clark, please,” You whined.
“Where’s your bedroom?” He asked, voice deeper than usual.
You pulled your head away from his chest, nodding over in the direction of your bedroom. “Second door to the right,”
Almost hurried, he carried you straight to your bedroom. He stopped right at the edge of your bed, letting go and letting you fall back onto your mattresses. He crawled on top of you, placing a knee between your legs. Gently, he peeled away your clothes, tossing them to the side and leaving you in your underwear. He began peppering kisses around your neck, slowly moving down to your collarbone. As he did, his hand crept its way behind your back and undid the clasp on your bra. He pulled away from his kisses to watch your breasts bounce free, eyes fixed on your bare chest. 
Feeling embarrassed, you moved to cover your chest with your hands, but he pinned your hands above your head with one hand.
A low chuckle escaped him. “Aw, are you feeling shy?”
You were about to turn your head away when Clark dipped his head down, capturing your lips again. You could feel his free hand slowly trail up your side, humming as a shiver went down your spine. He cupped your breast firmly, beginning to knead it in his palm.
Small moans left your lips, arching your back, body begging for more. You already knew your panties were wet, and you needed him, but he was still fully clothed. All the while you could feel his denim-covered erection against your thigh.
“Clark,” You groaned against his lips, “It’s not fair.”
He pulled back, brows raised. You struggled to pull your hands free, to no avail.
“You’re still dressed,” You said with a pout.
He gave you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, how about you take care of that for me?”
He let go of your hands and you eagerly reached for the end of his shirt, pulling it off of him. You almost started drooling seeing him shirtless for the first time. Your hands began to wander around his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. Your hands wandered down further, to the hem of his pants. Just as you were about to reach for his belt, his hand stopped you.
“You’re not ready yet sweetheart,” He warned you. 
“Clark-”
He pressed his mouth against you, silencing you before you could complain. Even though you weren’t allowed to undo his pants, he slid them off with ease and you felt his long hard member pressed against your thigh. You momentarily pulled away to glance down, gasping loudly when you saw his length.
Worried, you looked back up at him. “It’s not going to fit.”
He dipped his head back down to your neck, peppering kisses across your jaw. “That’s why we need to get you ready.”
His hand moved down to your soaked panties, pushing them down so you were completely bare now. Your breathing hitched, feeling him stick in a finger and begin to move it in and out of you slowly. He picked up the pace with his finger, eventually sticking in another and he could already feel your pussy tightening.
You were growing close and he was only fucking you with his fingers. Granted, his hands were larger than yours, so two of his fingers felt much larger than two of your own.
To add on, he lowered himself so his head would be right at your dripping cunt and began sucking on your clit. 
“Ah!” Your hands went straight to his hair and began to tug. You were a mess in his hands.
It didn’t take long for your body to shudder and your hips begin to spasm as you hit your high. Clark licked up your pouring juice, humming at your sweet taste. He looked up at you, two fingers remaining and now scissoring inside of you.
“You know, you really should ask for help if you can’t reach something,” He began. “It’s hard trying to hold back when you reach for things in those tight skirts of yours.”
“Well, now you don’t need to hold back,” You teased.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, grabbing his face with one hand and guiding him back to you. You could taste your juices in the kiss, humming in delight.
He pulled his fingers out, your core aching to be filled again. Luckily, you soon felt his already dripping tip at your entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself into you and you could feel your walls stretch around him. You nearly cried, your body in a mix of pain and pleasure. Your back arched, breasts pressing against Clark’s chest. Your hands gripped his arms as tight as you could, and you were sure you were digging your nails into him.
It was so much. You could feel your eyes water and tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
Clark kissed your forehead, muttered against it, “Just relax.”
He gave a small moment to adjust, noting how your breathing changed when you had gotten used to him. He pushed himself further in though, and you cursed under your breath, body growing tense again. 
Again, he gave you a moment to adjust, despite how painfully tight your walls clamped around him. He pulled out a small amount before pushing back in, bucking his a few times to get you used to him. Eventually, your quiet whimpers turned into small moans.
“M-more,” You breathed out, breath shaky.
Like a switch had been flipped in him, Clark pulled out almost all the way and speared you, no longer as gentle as he had been before. He did this again and again, going a little harder each time at a constant rhythm. Then, with one thrust you shouted his name loudly and your cunt squeezed around his cock.
“Ah! Clark again! Right there, please!” You begged him.
Knowing he had found your g-spot, he pulled out all the way this time and pounded that same spot, earning another cry of pleasure from you. He did this repeatedly now with a faster rhythm, leaving you gasping and clenching with each thrust. With each of your breaths growing ragged, it was clear you were both close to your release. 
You wrapped a leg around his hips to try and bring him closer, and he gripped your thigh harshly. He squeezed it so tightly, you were sure there’d be a faint bruise. 
With a few more thrusts, you shuddered, juices flowing out of you again and around Clark’s cock this time. You swore you heard Clark curse, feeling you squeeze around him and juices cover him. 
His rhythm was growing sloppy, and he pumped in and out of you until he let out a low groan of relief. You took a sharp breath, feeling his warm seed enter you. He continued to buck his hips, riding it out until he finally stopped, breath heavy.
He looked at you with now clear eyes and a smile on his face. “So… Do you need help putting your groceries away?” He asked cheekily.
You giggled. “Only if you don’t put anything important on the top shelf.”
“Why not? I’ll be around to help you now.”
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lokischambermaid · 2 years
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No Giants (Jotun!Loki Omorashi)
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Summary: Darcy had never met a giant before. But she soon recognizes when one is absolutely desperate to pee. She’s fascinated by him, until it becomes clear his situation is urgent, and he’s not permitted to use the human facilities. (yep it’s Jotun!Loki needing to pee. That’s it. That’s the plot.) Pairing: Jotun!Loki x Darcy Lewis Word Count: 3,300 Warnings: Denied access to the bathroom on the grounds of discrimination. I’ve made it specific to giants, but I understand it may bring up a lot. Please don’t read this if it’s triggering. Contains: Omorashi. Giant kink. Lots of fluff. Author’s Note: I didn’t know the omorashi and giant kink worlds needed to collide, but here we are. ***
“Oh…. right.”
Loki watched as the tiny human device fell to his feet and smashed against the concrete.
“Oops.”
“Loki! Get your blue butt over here! You have to try these dumplings!”
“Y-yes in a minute, Thor!”
He was stalling. The conversation with Jane had distracted him for a couple of minutes, but now the reality of his situation returned to his sharp mind.
Maybe if I ask really nicely…
Standing up straight and pulling his shoulders back, he appeared from around the corner, and walked past the table full of ice bros and his Asgardian friend.
“Loki! Come on, sit! Eat!” Thor’s words were muffled, his mouth full of dumplings.
“Don’t eat them all, will you.” He offered a smile dripping with sass, giving no indication of his predicament.
He can’t know.
Loki approached the door of the restaurant and smiled sweetly at the older lady.
“You again!” she shrieked, adjusting her thick-rimmed glasses, her hands firmly on the splintered wooden handle of the mop. “Look at what you’ve all done!” Her wrinkled hands pointed to a broken seat, a table split in half, and a door hanging off its hinges. The tiles of the floor were cracked, too.
Loki held his hands out diplomatically. Then, he kneeled down to her height. “Yes, I’m sorry about all that. I will repair the damages in your establishment. I… I just wondered if I may… use the bathroom?”
“What?! You think you giants haven’t done enough damage! Go and use the river like the rest of you!”
Loki sighed, and stood, turning.
“No giants!” She slammed the door firmly shut.
“Ohhhh…” Loki shifted where he stood. His need was growing stronger.
“Loki! The dumplings!”
“Coming, Thor!”
“What were you doing in there, anyway?” Thor stuffed another dumpling into his mouth and pointed in the direction of the restaurant.
“Offering to repay the tiny human for the damage to her establishment. Ice bros, we really must be careful. We are guests here.”
He received grunts of acknowledgement from the row of frost giants, tumbling dumplings into their mouths as though they were popcorn.
Loki took a seat on the bench in front of Thor and crossed his legs. He perched on the end of the bench. At least if I need to get out in an emergency, I can.
“Disney Prince man! Have you seen Jane?”
Loki looked up to see a woman with glasses, bright red lipstick and a winter hat.
“Woah. Ya’ll are BIG.” Her eyes widened with the sight of six frost giants sat at the table.
“I thought Jane was with you. Have you lost her? Talk about party fowl!” Thor bellowed, making two of the giants chuckle.
“Are you talking about the girl? Thor’s lady love. I spoke to her just now, actually.”
“What? Loki!” Thor placed down his chopsticks for the first time that evening.
“Oh, I must’ve forgot to mention it. Yes, the earth girl. She called. I answered.” His voice dripped with flirtation.
“Well hand the phone to me then, brother.”
“Oh, I… dropped it. Sorry, man.”
“Loki!!!”
“Hey hey!” Darcy interjected. “I do that all the time. I’m such a klutz. It’s not a biggie. Calm down, Beach Body Ken.”
Loki laughed. Thor scowled.
“Yes well it’s a little different when you’re twelve feet tall,” Thor explained, picking up his chopsticks and pointing them towards Loki. “Everything you drop just…” He made the sound of an explosion using his mouth and added the appropriate gestures with his hands. Loki rolled his eyes at his friend’s lack of vocabulary.
“What’s your name, earth girl?” Loki asked softly, looking at her with curiosity.
“Who, me? Oh. Darcy.”
“Would you like to join us? After all, you’re a friend of Thor’s new lady.”
“Oh. Yeah. Sure. I mean, who doesn’t love late-night Chinese food, am I right?” She laughed goofily. A slow smile crept across Loki’s dark lips. Darcy looked at the benches full of giants. She looked to Loki, and a tiny slither of bench beside him.
“Just sit on Loki’s lap! You won’t mind, right Loki?”
“Thor, surely our tiny human wouldn’t want that.”
“Oh, erm… it’s okay, I guess.” She chewed on her lip.
“No, no. It’s impolite. Ice bros, shuffle.”
On his command, yet not without a little groaning, the frost giants moved closer together, creating a space for Loki to move inwards, and thus creating a generous space for Darcy to sit on the end of the bench. Loki patted the empty space. Darcy sat. He slid his empty plate to her, and passed a bowl of gyozas and steamed buns, holding both easily in his hand.
“Soy sauce?” Loki asked. “That’s what you call it, yes?”
“Oh, sure… yeah.”
Darcy sat and ate, watching the frost giants with fascination, trying to drown out the sound of Thor’s party stories. She kept looking up at the very large man next to her, the one with the crown.
“Is that made of ice?”
“What was that, earth girl?” He bent down and tilted his ear towards her.
“The crown. Is it ice?”
“Oh. This.” He gestured to it. “It’s a form of crystal, actually. A Jotun quartz. Here…” He removed it from his head. “Hands up.”
Darcy placed her hands up as if she was on a rollercoaster.
“Careful of the spikes now. There. How’s that?”
“It’s like a… funky hula hoop!” She sat with the crown around her waist, grinning. She lifted her hands up and rested them on the horns. “I feel like I’m on a ride at the fair. It’s neat!” She laughed.
“Why don’t you just ride Loki!”
“Thor! How perverse. I’m sorry earth girl… umm Darcy, was it?”
“Yeah, yeah that’s it.”
Loki lifted the crown carefully from her and placed it back on his head. The giants resumed their eating and Thor continued his stories. Loki crossed his legs over in the opposite direction several times and listened to Thor in an attempt to distract himself.
“Are you okay, blue man? You’re all… shifty.”
“Hmmm?”
“You’re, you know…” Darcy whispered. “…moving around a lot. You okay?”
“I, urr… yes. Thank you, Darcy.”
“Must be uncomfortable, huh? Being in a world meant for people half your size. I mean, where do you even go to the bathr- oh.” She noticed a giant, who had left the table, walking through the dirty industrial area to the river running at the side of the restaurant. He stood with his back to the group, legs wide, and let loose. He was at least ten car-lengths away from the group. But the sound was deafening. Loki pressed his knees together. His eyes watered just slightly.
Darcy looked him up and down, and whispered even quieter than before. “You, erm… need to go?”
He glanced at her. He gave one simple nod.
“You can’t use the river?”
He shook his head.
“Want me to ask in there?” She pointed to the restaurant.
“I already did. Twice. They said no.”
“What! They can’t do that… it’s like, discrimination! Right, I’m gonna…” She placed her hands on the table and pushed herself up to standing.
“N-n-no, Darcy…”
He followed her as she rushed around the corner to the entrance of the eatery. She firmly pushed the door open. Given the entrance was around the corner from where the group was seated, they couldn’t hear her.
“Hey, lady! My friend needs to use the bathroom. Let him in.”
“These monsters have broken everything! All my life I’ve worked to build this! And they’ve almost destroyed it all in one night. Would you let them in?”
“Listen, lady… I’m sorry about your things. We’ll pay. We will, we…. well Jane will pay. She has money. She’s smart. Anyway…”
She noticed a presence and realised Loki was stood behind her.
“Please. He’s a person. Just like you. He’s just… bigger. And he’s nice. Like, really nice. Let him in, okay? Deal?”
The old lady shook her head, a sad look on her face. “I’ve already lost too much.”
Darcy looked over her shoulder, and came face-to-face with crotch and loin cloth. Shit…
“You’re not gonna just let it go right? Just barge your way in. She can’t stop you. You’re stronger than her.”
It was Loki’s turn to look sad now. “No. It’s not the right thing to do.”
“Aww. You’re a gentle giant.” She pouted sympathetically, then sighed and closed the door of the restaurant. She turned around fully to face him. “Can you like, bend down or something?”
Loki kneeled down beside her, and hissed as his need for release hit him.
“Oh jeez… I’m sorry. It’s bad isn’t it?”
He nodded.
“I wanna say something, real quiet. Can you…?” She gestured to his large hand, which was placed palm-down on the floor next to her. He nodded and understood, and ever so gently, turned his hand over. She stepped into his palm. He lifted her up close to his face. She whispered to him.
“Let’s erm… let’s take a walk, okay? I have an idea.”
“I don’t believe I can… walk very far. Not in this state.”
“I know, I get it. Just to the river, okay?”
Loki nodded, then glanced to his shoulder.
“Just don’t drop me okay. You can’t just buy a new one of me in the Apple Store.”
Loki laughed as he lifted his left hand, containing Darcy, up to his right shoulder. She crawled onto it, and sat on top of his shoulder armour.
“Hold onto my hair. It’ll keep you steady.”
“Sure.”
He walked them both over to the river. The concrete of the car park ended abruptly, and dropped off to become the wall of the river. The river was twenty feet below them. Loki looked over the top. Darcy held on tight.
“Woah!”
“Sorry, tiny human. I don’t wish to frighten you.”
“It’s alright. Hey, erm… I’m gonna stand up. Stay still okay?”
She stood up on Loki’s shoulders and looked out like she was in the crow’s nest of a ship. “Iceberg, right ahead! Sorry… I’ve always wanted to do that.” Loki looked confused. “Anyway… oh! There’s a Starbucks right over there. And a 7/11. And a gas station! They’ll have bathrooms.”
“You are too kind, earth girl.” He picked her up and placed her back in his palm, holding his hand in front of his face so he could talk to her. “But they will deny me entry.”
“Worth a try though, right?”
He shook his head sadly.
“Then, erm… go here. I won’t look.”
He glanced over his shoulder at the group, still within sight.
“Here let’s walk along a little bit. Just around here.”
He walked them up the concrete paving and around the side of the restaurant. The group could no longer see them. On the other side of the river, there was a large and rowdy group of humans partying. They pointed and waved to the giant. He waved back.
“Shoot. No privacy when you’re twelve feet tall, huh?”
“Let’s return to our group. I appreciate your efforts, friend.”
“Yeah. Don’t sweat it. I gotcha.”
When they arrived back at the table, he gently placed his new friend down on the bench and sat down next to her. He crossed his legs, and reached over the table to try the food Thor had been raving about.
“That was cool, huh?” Darcy turned to the group. “I asked to ride on his shoulders. It was neat!”
He smiled. She doesn’t want them to know. As he reached over the table, his bladder twinges. “OH!” He let out a gasp and his hand went straight to his crotch.
“Loki?” His brother’s tone held concern. When the giant didn’t respond, Thor kept talking. “What is it, Loki?”
May as well tell him now. Can’t hide it forever.
“I… erm… well. You know all those tiny human drinks?”
“Yes! Those bright little cocktails. They were like shots to you!”
“Yes. Well. I did consume so many of them. They add up, you know, during the course of an evening.”
Thor furrowed his eyebrows together.
Loki leaned across the table and whispered. “I need to go, Thor.”
“Oh! Party fowl. Well, use the river.”
“Ohhhh….” Loki groaned as another wave of need hit him. “Can’t….” he gasped out. “Prince.”
“Oh, right, right. Yes, you’re the heir to the throne of Jotunheim. Can’t be pissing in the river like an animal!” Thor laughed. The giants frowned at him. “No offence, bros.” They grumbled and grunted, and returned to their food. “Well Loki, whatever you do, don’t let go here. You’ll wash away at least a couple of humans!” Thor laughed again.
Loki groaned.
“Brother… is it an emergency?”
Loki bit his lip and nodded. “It’s starting to be. Yes.”
“Look, we tried the restaurant.” Darcy said. “And there are people on the other side of the river, glaring right at us. We can’t try the other places because Loki said they won’t let him in.”
“Well it sounds like you’ve tried it all.” Thor shrugged. “Ah well. I’m sure he’ll be fine.” He continued eating.
“Why aren’t you helping him??” She stood up with both palms flat on the table.
“Woah! Party fowl, mortal.”
“Urgh!” Darcy sat down with a huff. She looked at Loki, crossing his legs tightly with a hand jammed firmly into his nether regions. She glanced over at the river, at the group partying on the opposite side of the water. She watched as people sat on the edge of the river, throwing in coins for good luck, laughing and cheering.
“Wait. I have an idea.”
Loki turned to her. “Not the river again. No.”
“Honestly. This’ll work. Trust me.”
Loki groaned and stood up slowly, biting his lip as his bladder adjusted to a standing position. He stood up tall, then doubled over. “I… I can’t carry you this time. I’m s-sorry.”
“Hey, it’s okay. No need to apolog-”
“Hmmmffffphhhh.” He let out a little hiccup after his loud moan. His cheeks flushed, a smattering of dark charcoal grey over the cheekbones of his blue skin.
“Okay, let’s go. Not much time.” She placed her hand around the back of his calf – she couldn’t reach his lower back – and urged him forward. He hobbled to the river and, when they reached it, she sat.
“Sit down with me.”
“Can’t. Bursting.” His legs were crossed and he was hopping from side to side.
“I know, I know… just. Just do it. You trust me right?”
He nodded and slowly lowered himself to sit down on the edge of the concrete, his long legs dangling over. In a heartbeat, he crossed his legs.
“Hmmmmmpfffff. Can’t. Hold it.”
“Okay, listen. Scoot your butt to the edge, okay? Like this.” Darcy sat right on the edge of the concrete, perilously close to the edge. “Just spread your legs out wide.”
“Can’t.”
“Do you, erm… do you have anything on, erm… under that loin-cloth-skirty thing?”
He nodded. “Yes. Cup.”
“Like a… jock strap type of thing?”
He nodded.
“Can you move it?”
He nodded.
“Just erm, get your, erm… ding-dang out and erm… just pee against the wall, okay?”
He looked at her. “I.. I…”
“I know it’s kinda embarrassing. But they won’t know.” She nodded her head in the direction of the groups of partying humans on the other side of the river. “It’s dark. If you were stood up, it would be obvious you’re taking a pee. But not if you’re sat down. We’re just… sat lookin’ at the river. Throwing coins in.” She reached in her pocket, looked at a dime, and threw it in.
My wish is… I wish and pray he makes it in time.
“Can I, erm… help you with any of it?”
Loki shook his head. “Too dangerous. Tiny. You’ll fall in.” He nodded to the river rushing below. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, he uncrossed his legs and let out a loud gasp. He spread his legs apart and whined. Fumbling underneath the long layers of his armour, he moved his undergarment out of the way and freed his large member. He allowed it to hang down, covered by the layers of his armour. Using his hand, his aimed his member straight down, certain his stream would hit the concrete wall. He was whimpering, and jostling his thighs up and down.
I can’t hold on a moment longer.
“D-don’t look. Please.”
Darcy closed her eyes, and also placed her hands over her face for good measure.
“No peeking.”
“You got it.”
With a groan, he let go. It came out of him full force, and he allowed a sigh of relief to leave his throat. With her eyes closed, she could hear everything. Kinda sounds like running a bath, she mused. He peed for three minutes straight. When he finished, he was panting. He remained quiet as he regained his breath. Beneath the layers of his armour, he repositioned his jock strap. He smoothed down his armour.
“You can open your eyes, little one.”
There are so many things Darcy could have said.
You peed for like five whole minutes!
It sounded like a freaking waterfall!
You must have been about to wet yourself.
She looked up at him. His head hung low, his eyes cast towards the river. A tear had leaked from one of his eyes. He had wiped it away while he relieved himself, but the gloss of the tear remained on his face.
Awww.
Darcy pouted as she looked at him.
“Do you feel better?” She scooted over and placed a hand on his thigh. He felt cold.
He nodded, then glanced over at her. “Much better. Thank you, tiny friend.”
She shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”
“No. Really. Thank you.”
He reached forward. So slowly. Gently, he placed his index finger on the side of her face. He lowered his head towards her and placed a kiss on her forehead. She smiled. He picked her up and placed her on his shoulder, earning a whoop of surprise and delight from his tiny human.
“Hey is that Jane?” she said, pointed back to the group as they made their way back towards the restaurant.
“I do believe it is. Shall we return and try those dumplings?”
“I mean, I’ve had ‘um, but yeah you go for it.”
Loki chuckled, the jostling of his shoulders causing her to move around and almost lose her balance.
“Woah…!”
“Oh, I’m sorry little Darcy. Here.” He placed her in his left palm and held his hand to his chest. His right hand came up under his left, forming a safe cradle for her.
“You know I did ask Thor’s lady love about a double date. Looks as though she agreed after all!”
“Totally!” Darcy said, staring absentmindedly at the blue chest in front of her. She poked at it. “Look at you. All blue and stuff.”
He chuckled again, taking care not to jostle her as he laughed.
“Would you like to go on a date with me, little Darcy?” He looked down at the human in his hands.
I mean… I don’t know how it would even work with you, you know, in bed, but… yeah.
“Mmm. That’d be nice.” She rested her head against his chest as they returned to the table. “Yeah.”
He looked down adoringly as she snuggled up to him, the same way a human looks at a tiny kitten. He whispered. “We’re here now, little one. Want to say hello to Lady Jane?”
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Author’s Note: That’s the ending, loves! This is a one-shot, so I’m not going to write anything else, but I’ll give my thoughts on what happens next: Jane’s initially shocked that Darcy feels so comfortable with a giant, but she gets used to it soon and is so enamoured with Thor that she shrugs it off. They have a lovely double-date, and Darcy and Loki get all snuggly and cute and try to feed each other, laughing at their difference in size. Darcy has to stand on the table to throw a dumpling into his mouth, and likens it to shooting a basketball hoop. Loki balances food on his little finger, and raises it gently to her lips.
I’m soft, so in my head they start dating and soon they’re in a relationship.
What do you imagine happens next?
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yinses · 3 years
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vertigo.
the one where toji is still a hitman and somehow remaining a dad albeit terrible one and you become more than just a neighbor to both father and son
rating: t wc: 3.6k+
a/n: this will be a super slow process as i'm still working out the kinks. but this was my follower event way back and i finally have the first part done!
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it should be cliche. you know that trope where your neighbor knocks on your door asking for a grocery item and then the meeting spirals into a series of events that draw you together.
that could have been the plot line, if you were looking for romance between the responsibilities of maintaining a job and a roof over your head.
would have been the catalyst, had the figure standing in the entrance of your doorway not been three-foot-tall and looking like he already knew who to blame for this predicament.
and of course he did, because you’d both been here before.
“can i borrow some milk, please? dad forgot to pick up some.”
again.
last time it was the cereal.
the time before it was toilet paper.
there were a list of necessities your deadbeat neighbor never seemed to have around his apartment, leading his nine year old to trek across the hallway to your door.
megumi fushiguro had been a rather independent child since you’d known him for the better part of two years now. upon moving in, you would see him in glimpses: carefully taking the stairs up and down from the mailroom or dragging trash from one end of the hall to the next.
you would have thought he was the sole resident of apartment 2B if not for his lacking age.
it wasn’t until your fateful meeting after watching him struggle against the weight of a laundry basket full of clothes that you’d interjected yourself into his life and this met his father.
toji fushiguro.
you were hoping for a mother. albeit a bit stressed soul, too overcome with accountabilities to micromanage every daily task for her child. there was room there for you to offer your assistance without coming across as too threatening or invasive. you didn’t have a child but you could see how time could slip away from you. for a week you managed to forget detergent after numerous sticky notes and phone reminders.
so imagine your surprise when you’d balanced the basket to your hip, much to megumi’s annoyed but grateful huff, and knocked on the door.
the man that greeted you looked about as perplexed as you were, not expecting his son or anyone else to require entrance.
“and who are you?”
you knew that he had to have seen you, because all at once he was very familiar. a figure in passing that you’d seen slipping in and out of the apartment building at late hours. it was hardly a surprise that you found yourself seeking him out more often than not. he was a man made from pure steel and silk; muscled, back broad with a cut of a smile.
you figured he just had a night job not that he was neglecting his son.
“your neighbor,” you explain shortly, somehow garnering the confidence to thrust the basket assertively into his arms. the man doesn’t even stumble from the added weight. frankly you don’t think he would have cared if the contents went tumbling down.
“care to add in why you’re carrying our laundry?”
'sure bud, right after you explain why your six year old was doing it first.'
it what you thought echoed in your own head. you didn’t realize the words had bubbled past your lips before the man’s eyes narrowed.
you were met by a brief spark of uncertainty. you were frustrated, but that didn’t mean you were ready to face the wrath of your neighbor. but the impending scrimmage never came.
in fact, he laughed.
in your face.
to your right, megumi scowled further before squeezing past the two adults, pushing the door further open and giving you a glimpse of their home.
you were astonished a second time.
no, you didn’t feel like an asshole who imagined a debilitated flat with cracked tiles and peeling walls. that kind of damage wouldn’t do well with your landlord. the price that you paid for every month came with the expectations of mid tier living. it wasn’t a penthouse but it was quality arrangements.
which made you wonder why someone who could afford a 4K tv couldn’t be bothered to hire a proper housing service for his son. you could only get a glimpse of the living room from your view but what you summed up amounted to better arrangements than you could afford.
the man obviously wasn’t concerned with style but knew how to shop apparently.
just not for the necessities it seems.
“megumi likes to do things on his own,” he explains with a careless wave of his hand.
there was nothing wrong with encouraging independence in an adolescent but not to the point where it was detrimental to their health. megumi wasn’t the most social boy but he was far too young to be interacting with strangers without parental supervision.
your voice is flat and void of interest in coddling the lousy father, ‘’he’s a child.”
the man only hums with a curl of his lips that lets you know this isn’t the first time it was brought to his attention and certainly wouldn’t be the one that marks a change in anything. his heel kicks at the door, pushing it wider in invitation. but your gaze doesn’t travel further than the doorway, too taken with the way his gaze lingering on you instead.
“you’re welcome to come in and try to take the reins from him a bit. i’m sure we can squeeze you in somewhere.”
your face runs hot at the audacity of the man.
indignant but refusing to stomp your foot, you point to megumi and then your door. “if he needs something tell him to knock on my door. that way if you ever have to write a police report at least you know we’re to start. “
and then you turn on your heels, all too aware of the pair of eyes burning against your backside until your door slams shut.
it took some time for megumi to take you up on your offer, certainly not with any encouragement from his father. eventually it seemed that he accepted more advantages to faults leading him to start making small requests as if gauging your competence.
or consistency.
and you did your best to meet his expectations. you couldn’t have possibly imagined what could have come from this rudimentary arrangement but you recognized a child in need and rose to the role.
upon reaching your kitchen, you go for the cabinets first, pulling out a box of his favorite cereal. megumi doesn’t question the offer, already climbing his way onto the stool by the time you circle back around with a bowl and milk.
“toji’s sleeping?”
you don’t insult him by trying to pour either ingredient.
“yeah.”
“i took the time to make a list. even imported it onto that grocery app for him. he literally only needed to check out.”
“yeah.”
the roles should have been referenced. but megumi seemed fine letting you be his voice box of emotions. he’d already met his quota for wasting them on his deadbeat father.
you still didn’t know what toji did for a living, only aware that it was enough to provide when needed. he didn’t always remember to put food on the table but at least there was one in the house, among other expensive amenities.
leaning forward against the countertop, you find yourself contemplating the lingering mystery. while it had plagued your mind for the longest, it had never made its way to your lips. whether or not you would get an honest answer managed to stay your tongue.
there was obviously more to be added to their story, starting with his mother.
“why are you staring at me like that?”
he looked almost comical, bed hair still awry with milk dripping against his chin. despite his scowl there were moment like this that reminded you that he was still very much a child.
smiling, you leaned in closer. “just wondering how much taller you think you’re going to get when all you eat for breakfast is that sugary confection.’’
the boy looked back down at his bowl then at you. “ i get it from your house, so maybe i should ask you.”
the spark of laughter died as quickly as it came as your brow twitched. “i’m going to stuff you in that box, brat. then we’ll see how much you’ll grow.”
megumi didn’t laugh but the soft smile that graced his face was volumes louder.
despite his protests, you still escort megumi to the bus stop. you manage to guise most of it as a small detour of your own venture to the store, distracting him momentarily by adding his own request to your list. you'd grown into a habit of stocking your kitchen for two instead of the single household you lived in.
it was a more expensive way yo live, but the cost of duality over loneliness beat out any cost. ultimately, your ploy worked long enough until the squeak of breaks edged towards the sidewalk. unable to resist, you sneak a quick kiss to his cheek and wave eagerly as he trudges off with warm skin. it only takes a few moments for his face to appear in one of the windows, wave reluctant but present as the bus takes off.
presumptuous as it may seem, you like to think that you made his mornings a little better. he surely improved upon yours.
fingers snapping at the idea, you assigned a new task to your agenda. "a bit of change of plans, but i think he'd enjoy some ginger pork." you'd yet to understand the boy's obsession with ginger, but learned that he loved dishes that complimented it well. if anything it brought some variety and diversity to your culinary skills.
when you started towards the garage, however, you realized your pockets were missing the distinct jingle of keys. in your rush to see him off, you must have forgotten them by the door. megumi must have been to busy scolding you to notice as well, completely forgetting his chance to get on you about forgetting to lock your door.
"an easy remedy," you quipped, taking two steps at a time to the third floor.
your door was unlocked, but thankfully closed as you popped in quickly to snag your keys from the nearby table. you barely took note of the second door closing in unison with yours.
"megumi's gone already?"
you considered ignoring him. you back was already turned and there was nothing stopping you from just unlocking your door and going back inside. dinner was still a ways away as it was. it was truly a wonder how one fushiguro could ruin your day so quickly after it was made.
"yes with breakfast. you're welcome." unable to resist the jab, you pocketed your keys and made your way back down the hall. you hardly made it past the next unit before his footsteps echoed your own. you cursed whatever devil rumbled under his bed to wake him this early.
"it's not as if we don't have food. i know i saw poptarts last night."
"he wanted cereal."
"pretty sure there is that too. or he didn't look hard enough."
against your better judgement, you rounded on him. "and the milk i added to your shopping cart? with all the other groceries you failed to purchase?"
jesus christ when had he gotten so close? you had to take a step back just to keep your nose from brushing against the cloth of his shirt. toji wasn't overly tall, maybe average at best to keep him from towering over you at excessive length. as if his build wasn't enough. even dressed in soft sweats and loose shirt, the man couldn't hide definition.
"the cart should still be there. with my card information attached. nothing was stopping you from checking out on your own."
except reason. despite his son connecting the two of you, there wasn't enough history for you to be comfortable spending his money freely, even with permission. you would rather eat away at your own bank account to provide for the boy.
you'd done the work, setting up his account for him and saving the login information on your own device to create his carts. you even set up a favorites list for different occasions. it all call with quick and easy delivery, as long as he completed the checkout process. something he managed to forgo every time.
"are you a child?" you asked with a bitter laugh. the man made it easy to assign megumi as the responsible party of the house.
the man in question only grinned at the jab, skin around his scarred lip pulling but gave nothing else. he didn't really need to justify it with an answer when the evidence was so blaring.
"heading to the store now?"
you didn't want to question why his guess was so accurate.
against your better judgment, you confirmed. "yes, i'm making megumi ginger pork for dinner."
"you spoil him."
'you don't nearly enough'. come to mind but you resist the urge. instead you carry on all the way to the parking garage, hoping at some point the man would lose interest and stray away. but he continued to pursue until you reached your vehicle.
when your brow raised in question, he only waved his phone as if it was enough.
"i have the list here. might as well knock it out. i'll even buy the ingredients for this special dinner."
shopping with toji fushiguro seemed like more trouble than it was worth. but the man didn't leave much up for argument as he descended down the hallway.
"fine."
it wasn't as if the man seemed capable of accomplishing it on his own.
he offers to drive, but you feel more comfortable behind the wheel as he clambers into the passengers seat. ultimately, it appears that your worries were your own as the man makes himself at home, head resting back against the seat while his legs take up any available space.
toji doesn't make small talk or fumble with the radio, just watched the passing traffic with that neutral smile of his. in fact, the entire ride was underwhelming uneventful. an odd take to have when you shouldn't have been expecting much in the first place.
eager to get started, you pulled a cart free of the cage and made you way down the first aisle. whether or not toji decided to follow closely behind at this point was beyond your care. this was your opportunity to properly stock megumi's house with some of his favorite, something that would easily overshadow ginger pork in the grand scheme of it all.
"looks like milk is first on this list."
how ironic.
toji didn't appear to have strayed far at all, lounging comfortably at your side with one hand holding his phone with the other stuffed in his pocket. his thumb slide across the screen as he worked his way down the list.
"you really think he needs all of this? seem like most of it would go to waste."
milk was two aisle over, but you could start with the rice and other grains available here. you followed the brands with you gaze in search of your preferred.
"whatever you don't want to buy i can pay for toji, it's not that complicated."
the man gave you a looked that could have been offended if he'd put enough effort into it, "i can afford whatever you want, doll."
hauling the bag of rice to the cart, you deposited it and resumed your way down the path. "good. then i shouldn't hear any more complaints."
did he ever stop grinning?
you shrugged and the motion caused your shoulder to brush against his arm. toji took it as a silent gesture to make way and step aside. one by one, you mentally crossed off another item from the list. every now and again, you'd add something fresh—all for megumi's benefit of course.
deciding that toji was indeed a resident of the house too (and the sole buyer), you reasoned to ask him for any of his own preferences.
humming through his though process, the man runs a hand through is hair and props his elbows on the side of the cart. "i did notice your list was devoid of anything particularly spicy. worried about a little bite?"
in truth, the blandness hadn't been intentional. when making lists for others, you tried to be as generic as possible. that was back when you had exceptions s that the man would simply check out when prompted to. you hadn't really considered specialized tastes. most of what you purchased for your own home was catered to megumi who never mentioned enjoying heated dishes.
"didn't know that was your thing. do you want to pick out something then?"
you found it impressive how civil this whole venture had become.
toji shifts his gaze away briefly before returning with an uptick of his lips, "i'll leave it to you."
or could have been.
with a huff, you go to steer the cart, forcing the man to right himself to avoid getting run over. rather than complain he just files back in behind you as you move from aisle to aisle.
you end up focusing more on spices then specific foods, already cataloging different dishes from your memory to take a shot at. its too early to tell if toji would actually appreciate the gesture, but fortunately there there was little that you wouldn't eat as well.
unable to resist, you snatched a few snacks and savory treats as well. toji eyed the selection with amusement but didn't comment on the spontaneous choices. maybe you actually picked something he liked or more likely he didn't care.
as surprising and albeit pleasantly non-confrontational this trip had been, you were aware of how long you'd already been in the store deemed it enough for the time being. least toji didn't binge through the entire cart, megumi would hopefully be able to enjoy some of it. though part of you still wished he would stop by just for company sake.
it was hard not to get attached to the boy.
as you brought the cart to the end of the conveyer belt, you turned to make a witty comment about helping unload, only to find the man ahead of the game with a few items already in tow. toji even nudged you away from the cart with an impatient hand.
"are you two together?" the question came from the far end of the conveyer belt where a young women waited with a scanner in hand.
toji replied neutrally, "i'm paying."
you watched as he made a show without effort. despite his lazy attire, he made it work for him shirt stretching and lifting to expose slivers of promise. a small tug against the cart still in your grip, pulled you from your observance as toji sent you a knowing look but didn't comment.
the same could not be said for the poor cashier still quite taken.
though you couldn't blame her, you'd been the same before you had the privilege of meeting him. if she was lucky maybe this would kickstart his own desire to finally come to the store and do his own bidding. then she could make the most of whatever she was after. likely nothing good for her.
your impatience bit into your kindness as you urged her own," i really need to get back home if you could please."
startled but easily composed, she managed a strained smile throughout the remainder of the process.
"come again!"
you take off the moment the receipt is in hand. your grumbling didn’t cease as you began unloading the bags from the cart. “she could have at least taken up our time after ringing us up.”
you jumped at the presence by your ear. toji collected the remaining groceries with ease and stored them away. “believe it or not, some people actually find me attractive.”
the problem wasn’t seeing or believing. you could do both of those well enough.
“it’s a shame then that i had to meet your personality first.”
against your better judgement, you decide that while megumi has a nice smile, his father has a pretty nice laugh.
remaining true to his new helpful occupation, toji carried the majority of the load to the building. where you would have taken the elevator to off set the weight, he confidently took the stairs. though the task seemed less daunting with two bags to his six.
"hang on."
toji paused by his door while you quickly rummaged through the bags and collected what you would need for dinner later. it was still early, but it would do good to marinate the meat in the time being.
he called out to you as you worked the key into your lock.
"now what?"
replying over one shoulder, you pushed open the door with the other. "now you go do whatever it is you do while i handle some other chores during my day off."
when you turned around, he was still there waiting, bags in hand. "sure you don’t need my help?"
you'd already spent more time alone today than you had in 2 years. it was unlikely that there was more that he could offer that you couldn't handle on your own.
"no, toji i think I’m good"
he studies you for a bit before shrugging.
"alright see you for dinner then."
unable to help yourself, you took the bait blindly. "i never invited you."
toji wiggled his fingers, "i paid. i invited myself," and snapped the door shut between you.
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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years
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Da Capo
Dialogue Prompt 16- " because I love you, is that what you wanted to hear " requested by @sunflowerishdolphin ( your last remaining request ) | TW- NONE |
Da Capo-(Italian: from the beginning); at the end of a piece of music or a section of it, means that it should be played or sung again from the beginning.
He shut the door behind him, locking immediately, putting those grocery bags on the counter and turned on the voice Machine , picking up the mails from the corner table reading who addressed them as he simultaneously heard the voice messages like his usual evening, a routine that had became a practice.
" you have 2 new messages "
" hey harry, this is Clint. Send me those pictures via e-mail, could you ? Call me when you get back "
Harry subconsciously nodded as he read the next mail addressed from the burrow.
" harry "
He stopped dead in his movements as he stared at the tiles on the floor, hearing that very familiar voice.
" I- I know I should not- you know- never mind. Uh, call me or not, whatever. Just- how do you end this-" the voice message echoed with rustling until it ended with a beep and harry couldn't bring himself to stop the beeping.
When one of the apple fell down over the ground creating a thud, harry broke free from his locked moment of strangeness and shut off the beep. He stared at the number long enough to remember his past, the horrors, the pain, the anguish, the agony of it all but he couldn't resist himself from Noting down the number on the notepad and just staring at it.
He had called, 1 year and 6 months later, he had called.
Harry left the notepad like it had been resting on the counter and went out to the garden to water his plants and get some peace from the quick Sand of the emotions that had started overwhelming in the presence of the noted down number. But it didn't help the rail of his thoughts that resulted in overflowing of the pots.
The evening had turned into a chilly night yet without a care he kept staring at the TV screen blankly, finding it hard to forget that voice message. That familiarity in the voice had almost Haunted harry every night in dreams and that un-advanced way of not knowing still how to end a voice message made harry smile if only for a moment but he was strongly reminded of how had things ended, in fights, In rush, in sadness, in heart break.
He wanted to call back and ask him why had he called, he even stood before the phone, dialing almost the entire number but could never gather the entire courage to actually call him back. How could he ? After everything that had happened, how could he?
It had been almost 1 and half year since harry moved to a small town in Paris living in a muggle suburb and still learning French but he had sat in his balcony drowning in rain, yet he never felt at home. He never wanted to leave Britain, London but what choice did he had but to leave everything behind and start new, a fresh start and yet all he felt was moving backwards. He loved it here, the neighborhood, the children on the streets, the grocery man, Adrian's little shop around the corner yet the smell of the Rain, the smell of laundry, the Blooming garden, the sunlight, nothing felt the same, not like how it was when he was with him. Nothing ever felt the same anymore .
Somewhere around blankly staring at the TV, the screen had Turned grey with no more left to watch when harry forcibly picked himself up and put himself to bed, relentlessly tossing and turning until sleep had returned to him like previous night's.
You can't stop thinking about me .
That's not true.
Do you really think so? Then why am I here ?
You tell me.
He sighed, his voice flourishing and sounding like the softest of breeze, you can feel it too, can't you, you know I will be there with you..
I can't feel anything. A pause.
You're coming?
Do you want me to ?
Harry tossed one last time, slowly opening his eyes in the silence of the night and the street light outside flickering with yellow and black. He sighed to himself as he sat right up and followed the line of sight to where the phone was kept.
" hi, draco, hi- uh, you called. I- didn't know about it- just got your message- I wanted to check what you called for so leave me a message or call me in the mor-"
" harry?"
Harry stilled with the phone pressed against his ear, his breathing sounding very clear like he had held the phone very close to himself as if holding it too close would make the conversation more real.
He stared at his feets on the ground comprehending how to respond, he had not expected draco to pick up-
" harry, you there ?"
" yeah, yeah. Uh sorry- I just- " he breathed " isn't it late ?"
" sort of yeah. I just- I came from a run "
" this late at night ?"
" yeah " he breathed.
Harry breathed.
" you called earlier ?"
" yeah " a long pause before he released a rolling breath and spoke again " I'm visiting Paris and I- I know you're there, so I was just wondering if you'd like to meet sometime if you're free of course ?"
Harry's fingers coiled to the telephone loop, a little smile forming over his lips as he whispered " Sure. When ?"
" this weekend "
" I'll pick you up ?"
" that'd be- nice " he breathed.
" okay "
" okay "
They breathed.
" I'll send the details via mail " he added
" okay "
And they finally cut the call but all harry did was stare at his feets on the ground crossed together as if it offered any peace.
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The sun had rose like usual with the birds chirping just outside Harry's balcony, the usual ringing of his alarm clock went unnoticed as harry stepped out of the long shower. He padded across the room water dripping down his neck due to his washed hair, finally shutting off the Alarm. He stared at the watch as minutes stroke by, his mind lost in the moving of the minute hands until a shiver has ran down his spine and he dropped the clock on the bed and fetched the shirt and the pants he has decided to worn a day before. The same blue flowy shirt and the same Khaki pants.
Anxiety was not a surprise visitor anymore as harry fidgeted wearing his watch over his rest and tying his shoe laces that at some point, harry left them be thinking that if he'd fall, he'd fall. He ran all around the apartment going from one room to another to living room because his things were scattered all across until finally the clock stroke 12 and harry left the apartment in his second hand ford from 1985.
Harry leaned against his car in front of the France ministry of magic building waiting for draco to come with sun bouncing over his soft brunette hair, checking his watch every minute or two.
And there he was, the same boy walking through the door carrying 2 bags in a soft cotton red faded shirt and washed blue jeans.
" waited for long ?"he asked awkwardly.
Harry shook his head as he took his bags and dropped them in back seat.
" I- harry- I just wanted to ask something "
Harry frowned but nodded as he opened the car door for draco.
" this isn't awkward, is it ?"
Harry huffed out a breath, glancing behind draco for a moment. Was it awkward,of course but he Wanted to settle through the awkwardness and not be like one of those people who can't visit their ex.
" it is a bit but we'll settle in. After all we're friends, right ?"
Draco chuckled softly before he nodded " we can be "
Harry smiled before he stepped away and let draco take the passenger seat and settled into his driver's seat as well.
" Hungry ?" Harry asked as the ignition roared.
Draco nodded " very "
" I know just the place " harry smiled putting on his sunglasses and drove to exactly where he needed to.
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Things remained a bit awkward with draco as harry adjusted to all new information and forgot thinking of draco as an ex he scrambled away from and reminded himself more to treat him like the way he used to before the relationship happened.
But despite that the wicked angels that remained on Harry's shoulder reminded him to be careful this time and even if he harry heard them, he ignored as he served draco the croissant he has freshly picked up from the bakery around the corner.
" what about the eiffel tower ?" Draco asked as he sipped his lemon tea, taking the plate of croissant away from harry.
" it's overrated but worth it. It's better in the evening, I'll take you there " harry replied as he ate his own.
" oh shit- I forgot. I had to be at work 15 minutes ago. I'll see you later yeah " draco hurried with his baked food and picked up his bag he has came with and disapparated from within the apartment.
Harry collapsed down on the chair thinking to himself what was he doing. How could he just forget everything and move on and pretend like nothing happened like he had been doing for days. He hated the pretending, the " I'm doing fine without you " act or we're better as friends act, he hated it but as draco would come from the hotel every afternoon and sometimes stay by till the evening, harry would allow himself to relish in those moments and let be.
"the real question is do you really want to be friends or not ?" Jade asks as she dressed the mannequin with new shirt introduced in this work fashion line.
" i- i don't know jade. Do I want to forget everything and move forward, yes but I can't just look at him pretend we don't have a past " harry kicked the ground as he was leaned against the wall in the cubicle with jade and the white mannequin for display.
" Harry, the past is the past. It doesn't matter anymore. And you know the whole thing about ex's can't be friends,it's shit, I'm friends with my first boyfriend " jade replied with the pin between her lips as he tucked the buttons together.
" your first boyfriend is gay now. You're not helping jade-"
" look harry. Is it worth it ? Is it worth spending time with him? Is it worth meeting him again everyday ? Is it worth being friends with him again ? Those are the real questions " She asked with her head titled for emphasis, her hands in the air waiting for his response.
Harry sighed closing his eyes, opening them again and spoke " I think. He's changed a lot and he's different now"
" well there you go and you know what, even if you don't want to be friends or anything, he's just visiting. He's not going to stay here forever you know and you barely visit home, so friends or no friends, it won't matter much" jade shrugged as she put the mannequin the hat and stretched her neck backwards to check the entire look before nodding to herself and stepping out of the cubicle, harry following him.
" I guess you're right " harry mumbled. Jade nodded and they departed to their response departments of work.
When the evening arrived he met draco Outside his work building and strolled off to where they could disapparate from without being noticed.
" it's a beautiful place " draco suddenly said as they were walking down the streets.
" it is " harry hummed nodding, pocketing his hand.
" don't you ever-" Breath " like miss home ? Everyone else?" He asked
Harry thought for a moment before he replied with all he could think of " it's a part of starting fresh. I miss people back home but I love it here too, everyone's nice "
" but doesn't it ever get lonely ?" Draco asked as he now walked right by Harry's side.
" sometimes but other times I just forget " harry shrugged looking forward before crossing the road.
" forget what ?" Draco asked as he ran to maintain his pace with harry.
" forget that I'm lonely. The best way to not get lonely is just not to think of being lonely " harry shrugged as he for a moment looked at Draco before he entered the dark Empty alley.
" is it easy ?" Draco asked as he stood before harry taking his hand for side along disapparation.
Harry gazed at draco, allowing the free sensation of holding his hand making him feel closer to home before he took a step forward towards draco.
" no "
And disapparated.
Part 2 & 3
might turn into a series fiction. @drarrywords thanks for beta reading this..
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Brothers in the Human Realm
No one was a demon to begin with (maybe luci though but-). You meet the brothers as human in the human realm. How would you meet them?
Lucifer:
Apparently some schoolmate of yours have done some violations in the school grounds and they used your name
You were sent to the Principal's office where you were questioned by Principal Diavolo about your wrong doings
You were trying to defend your innocence, but it was no avail
Coincidentally Lucifer was just dropping paperwork to Diavolo
Lucifer is your strict and scary and handsome college professor
He overheard the conversation and he defended you since he knew that you weren't lying
"Mr. Diavolo I must say, MC is one of my exceptional students, they would not do something as idiotic as that, and I clearly observe the behavior of my students"
Your H E R O
The next day, someone gave Principal Diavolo evidence of those who did wrong
Your name was cleared
Apparently you saw Lucifer giving those schoolmates detention, threat, and punishment. You may or may not seen a hint of killing intent in his eyes
You decided to thank Lucifer
"No worries, I just clearly observe the actions of what is mine"
H O L D U P
"Wha-" you replied
"Ah MC I have to go to my next class, take care"
Mammon:
Is a famous model, often the cover and centerfold of the monthly Majolish
For you Mammon was okay? I mean he is famous and many people likes his face
You were going to buy a limited edition  sunglasses that have hint of yellow and orange
You went to a sunglass store and asked the attendant if they they still have it but apparently the one on the display is their only stock
You decided to buy it
Apparently, Mammon also came to that specific sunglasses store looking for sunglasses that is the same as the one you bought
"I'm sorry sir, but apparently it was already bought and we have no stock" the attendant said
"Who bought it?"
"They did, sir" the attendant said as they point to you
"Oi! Can I buy the sunglasses from you? I'll pay double, no one can refuse the great Mammon"
"I'm sorry but I have to refuse. I really wanted it." you said
"Don't you know who I am? I'm-"
"The Great MAMMON, who is a famous model and often seen on Majolish magazine" you cut him off. "R-right! Now can i buy-"
"Nope sorry" you replied as you rushed to the exit
"Oi! What's your name? And contact details" he asked
"the name is MC, thats all you can get from me" you said as you rushed to the crowd
He was swarmed by the number of fans who saw him
He managed to find you and he chats you "Can I buy the sunglasses now?"
In the end it wasn't just sunglasses you talked about, you also talked about his struggle of being a model and your life
Leviathan:
Your username DestructoSheep is well known in the realms of Obey them
You always rank 2nd in pop quizzes
However no matter what you try, you can never beat your enemy, L3v1
Today, you got a letter from obey them, acknowledging the top players and giving them limited edition items
Ofc you have to go (there are limited items after all)
So you arrived early at the meetup place, no one was there yet so you played some obey them
A purple haired male entered the room, he looked fidgety, nervous, and he was mumbling something about normies
Cue giving of merch
The purple haired male tripped on the tiles and he dropped his phone in front of you
You helped him up and picked up his phone only to see his player name is L3v1.
"You.... You are L3v1." you sai
"Y-Yeah?W-Why?" he said as he was going to grab his phone away from you
"Waaaah! I'm DestructoSheep nice to meet you, oh but you can call me MC" you said as you reached his hand for a handshake
"I-uhhh I'm sorry I'm not used to touching, thats very normie-ish" he said as he averted his eyes
"My name is Leviathan, levi for short"
"I've always thought that the top player is always prideful and such but here he is being shy" you said as you chuckled
"H-hey! I'm still the best one in obey them mind you! I got every event cards at lvl 150 and skill lvl 10 and-"
"Yeah yeah I know" you said
After both of you received the merch, you both talked nonstop about obey them, other games, and anime
It was more like Levi bragging the amount of games and anime he played and watched
It was almost dusk till both of you notice the time
"Ah i got to go early, need to cook dinner. Chat me sometime!!!" you said as you gave him your contact details
Expect no sleep cuz both of you kept chatting till dawn
Satan:
He saw a kitty in a box in an alleyway near his apartment
Everyday, he often stops by to give the kitty enough food for the day
Is often disgusted by the fact that most people dump their pets in trash because they don't have anything to feed it
Saw you going to the alleyway
He suspected the worst and he thought that you were gonna harm the kitty he was feeding
"Hey don't harm-" he stopped
He saw you feeding the kitty
"Ah I assume you thought that I was gonna harm it?" you asked
"Well I thought the worst, humans are naturally scum anyways, but even so I do apologize"
"Ah it's alright, it's not a big deal anyways" you replied
"You come here often? I mean to feed the kitten that is" he asked
"You can say that, but not as often as you do" you said
"How did you know?did you perhaps-"
"Ah I happened to saw you feeding the kitten, I was just shy to approach you" you said
"Well I come to believe that people who are close to cats are not necessarily bad"
"I have to say I have to agree" you replied
"Ah I have to go, let's chat here again next time" you added
The alleyway became your meeting place to chitchat about cats
Asmodeus:
The famous M.A.D. Company released a new and limited edition Devil Set makeup and you were dying to get a hold of one
You spent a day looking at different stores but it was either unavailable or sold out. However, you were lucky to find another store that has one last stock.
You didn't notice someone else was also going to get it and so both of you grabbed the last set
"Uh... I'm sorry I have been looking this for the whole day, may I have it?" you politely asked
"Awww sweetie, I have been doing the same thing! Can you be a dear and let go of it?" the male with champagne-colored hair replied
Cue 1 hour of both of you saying "let go" or "it's mine"
"I have an idea! Let's just buy the set and divide it" you said
"Ohh! Good thinking! I will take the lippies, Devil shadow palette and the foundation!"
"That's literally EVERYTHING IN THE SET"
Cue two more hours of bickering.
Both of you didn't notice someone took it while the two of you are bickering
You noticed that it was gone
"Um... Someone already bought it while you two were... fighting" the saleslady explained
Both of you left the store empty handed and sad and you decided to break the atmosphere
"Pffft I'm sorry for fighting because of a Makeup set, btw my name is MC" you said
"I'm also sorry dear, although I wanted it I still didn't get it. I even missed my appointment to the salon!"
"And my name is Asmodeus, perfect name for a perfect being!" Asmo added
"Alright Mr 'Perfect' " you rolled your eyes
Let's just say that both of you talked about makeups on your way home.
Beelzebub:
Beel is your classmate during Physical Education class at college
Is a famous football player in your campus and he is also known for his handsomeness
His practice hours were often morning to late lunch and late lunch til dusk
During late lunch you saw him in the cashier by the cafeteria, asking if they still have cheeseburger available
But to his dismay, the cashier said "I'm sorry you already bought the last cheeseburger, and that's the last quota for the day"
He seemed sad and still hungry
You still have a cheeseburger to eat, but when you saw the time you knew you weren't gonna make it on your next class
When no one was looking, you decided to approach Beel and gave him your cheeseburger
"Are you giving this to me?"
"Yeah, I was going to eat it but I don't have much time for my next class" you replied
"Thanks, I owe you one"
You saw how happy he was when he got the cheeseburger
You were shocked how fast he ate it
Did he like inhale it or something
After your class, you noticed that he texted you saying "Thanks for the cheeseburger, I'll repay you next time you get hungry"
Let's just say you both got closer after that
Belphie:
It's your first day of online class, and your first subject has a 4 hour lecture
You forgot to disconnect your meeting link and you didn't notice until you were about to do homework
As you were about to disconnect, you saw that you weren't alone and you're classmate is still connected
You didnt want to leave him so you tried your best for your classmate to notice you. You tried spamming and saying " hello"
After 1234 attempts he finally noticed you
"Ah I'm sorry I slept during the boring lecture, thanks for waking me up"
"Ah it's no problem" you replied
"My name is Belphegor as you can see, but you can call me Belphie"
"My name is MC" you replied
"Say... How are you still here after hours after the lecture?"
"I forgot to disconnect" you replied
"Uh idk if this is too much of a favor to ask, can you wake me up again next time? After lecture that is, I don't want to be late for other classes"
"Sure, I don't mind I guess" you replied
After that, both of you got to know each other and you forgot to do your homework and you became a personal alarm clock
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goldentournesol · 3 years
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to be true, to not be true (part 1)
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Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: early in y/n’s and spencer’s relationship, y/n fears the growing distance between them, although what seemed to be possible infidelity, is actually much worse–for spencer.
Length: 2.9k
A/N: i wrote this in collaboration with one of my favorite writers on here, Mia over at @mggpleasedontlookhere​. She is so wonderful and hopefully you can see both of our writing styles here! 
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The sunlight streaming through the windows made the hairs on my skin dance in glee, although it was the soft breeze invading the space that contrasted the radiant warmth. An equilibrium was achieved–a needed balance. The same can be said about the nerves crawling about my stomach and the naive excitement that made me light-headed whenever I was around Spencer. I glanced up at him from where my head lay in his lap. The reflected glow from the TV danced across his features making my heart jolt. My stare caught his attention and he sent me a small smile, his hand leaving traces in my hair. It was his day off and I had no problem spending it in suffocating proximity with him.
“This is nice,” I breathed, leaning back into his soft touch. He hummed in response, almost in contentment, if not for the moment his eyes seemed far off, entangled in a distant thought. It was so brief, I might have missed it. His job took a lot from him and I knew that, which is why I never pushed him. Instead, I let the subtle aroma of morning coffee and fresh linen confine my senses, leaving me oblivious to reality.
Although not a few moments later, the ping from Spencer’s phone burst the fantastical bubble that surrounded us. My eyes lingered on the cartoon characters plastered on the screen but I couldn’t help noticing the way Spencer’s fingers would thump rhythmically against the floor. Adjacent to his palm, rested his phone, revealing several notifications as it came alive. Albeit I paid no mind to their context given I was enamored by the picture of me on his homescreen. A faint smile graced my lips at the observation, feeling a wave of warmth rush my cheeks.
“I wonder who that is,” I teased, referring to the image. Spencer must have misunderstood my point of reference, hastily explaining that new language that Morgan had introduced him to through text messages.
“Spencer, using emojis does not constitute a new language.”
“Considering its context, I would argue it is–I mean look at hieroglyphics!” I covered my face in amusement, running my hands over my eyes. A sharp exhale left my lungs as my chest filled with contagious giggles. It seems that I was too consumed in my fit of laughter to notice Spencer stealthily concealing the device and turning off his ringer.
“First of all, hieroglyphics is a formal writing system-”
“And does that not ‘constitute’ a portion of language? Also, isn’t texting a writing system in itself?” His lips formed into a sly smirk, thinking he’d gotten the best of me.
“You’re right in the way that hieroglyphics is part of the language, however it’s all but the ‘expression’ of that language.” I debated, gesturing to the air as I explained my point. For a moment our eyes met, and I could feel my playful resolve melt away under his gaze. Despite the pause in my confidence, my stubbornness shone through.
“All I heard was that I was right,” he jested, tickling the side of my waist. I jumped at his mischief, collapsing into pleas and begs as he continued his assault at my skin. My stomach churned in delight as my hands attempted to pry him off of me, the premise of our conversation vanishing into air like wisps of smoke.
-
Spencer’s days off were becoming increasingly rare, I’d barely seen him in the last two weeks, but we’ve managed to salvage enough time between cases for a date. The excitement buzzed through my veins as the clock ticked closer to 7 pm. I was growing restless in the apartment, obsessively checking my phone for the time. Spencer is usually right on time, if not early. Dread and anxiety clogged up my throat as I waited for him. For hours, call after call would be sent straight to voicemail. The weather outside seemed to be in tandem with the way I felt. The rain was as unforgiving as the tears that striped my face.
I was never one to hold a grudge. But it happened once, then it happened twice. Slowly, it became a habit and it was impossible to reach him.
I guess date nights on Thursdays were now obsolete.
He came over to my apartment maybe once whenever he was in town and even then he was nearly unrecognizable. His shy, loving demeanor was replaced by explosive irritability and general unease. I wished he’d just talk to me, but he continued to brush me off. He was being distant and strange, his behavior was so unlike him. Knowing him though, he was probably too stressed or busy to get around to doing simple tasks like eating a balanced meal. Spencer can be quite scatterbrained, and I hadn’t seen him in around a week. So, around lunch time, I made Spencer a healthy meal packed with proteins and veggies and decided to pop into the BAU and drop it off. It felt like a good way to cheer him up. Maybe we’d have lunch together at the park he always liked to visit. It wasn’t that far from headquarters. Hell, I’d even eat lunch with him at his desk at this point.
The walk into the BAU was strangely nerve wracking, I could feel my heart in my throat. I had an uneasy feeling in my gut but I took a deep breath and pushed the heavy glass doors open. My eyes scanned the bullpen for my boyfriend but I couldn’t find him. Standing there in confusion, I was only snapped out of my trance when someone bumped into me from behind.
“I’m so sorry–oh, it’s you! Hey Y/N, what are you doing here?” JJ said, closing the file she held in her hands and wrapping me in a one-armed hug.
“Hey JJ! I was looking for Spence, I got him lunch, but I can’t seem to find him anywhere? Do you know where he is?” I said as I pulled back from the hug, she began to say something but was interrupted.
“Woah hey, sunshine! I was wondering why it suddenly got so bright in here.” The deep voice of none other than Derek Morgan came from beside us and he was, of course, donning his signature cheeky grin. I couldn’t help but grin back, even though my chest was nearly caving in on itself.
“Did Spence come in today?” JJ asked Morgan, whose brows immediately furrowed.
“No, I haven’t seen him today. I think he might be coming in late, I’m not sure. He’s been kind of off, lately.” Morgan said, eyes searching my own for an answer.
“He has, hasn’t he?” I exclaimed and the two nodded in agreement, “I’ve been worried about him, maybe all that emoji-talk finally got to him.” I laughed slightly, but stopped when I found Morgan’s expression shift.
“What do you mean? I stopped trying to explain emojis to him like months ago, if the genius doesn’t get it, he doesn’t get it.” Morgan shrugged, unknowingly allowing the literal caving in of my chest to take place. JJ noticed the change in me immediately.
“What’s wrong, Y/N?” She asked in her usual caring manner, but I could barely hear her over the rushing of my blood in my ears.
“Nothing, nothing. Um, if he comes in today, can you just give him this?” I dismissed the conversation and handed over the brown bag with the lunch I made, disguising the sharp exhale that left my lungs. Before JJ had the opportunity to utilize her profiling skills, I gave both of them a cordial nod and left the office.
My steps felt heavier with every collision against the tile, albeit the loud thumping of my heart drowned out reality around me. My mind warped itself around irrational thoughts as my loyalty to Spencer attempted to retaliate against the invaders. The concept of Spencer as dubious and sly fell foreign to me. However, that lack of knowledge only added fuel to the imminent blaze that engulfed my head and stomach.
I swarmed with alternate realities, trying to make sense of the unknown. If Spencer was aware of my method of defining a solution, I would’ve been scolded by my naivety and illogical thinking. Oh to be a scientist–to have a mind like his. It’s a gift yet a heavy burden to carry. Is that it? Was that it? Does he not believe I’m capable of understanding a mind like his? Was I stupid? No. He had shared intimate momentos of his life before, so what was it? What can I not offer…What can I not promise to make him drift away like this?
It must have been me, right? I must’ve hit a boundary the last time we spoke! Or was it his work? No. By the time my thoughts stopped buzzing, I realized my feet carried me to the park I intended to visit earlier with Spencer. An unfamiliar pang hit my chest, sending reverbing waves throughout the cavity. A sort of ache rested in the core of my heart–something I didn’t think I would feel when reflecting on my relationship with Spencer–my Spencer. I guess I was so used to the warm bubble he fabricated that I forgot how cold the real world was.
Was that it? Did I stop being that for him too?
The thought of the slow degradation of our relationship sent a chilling shock through my veins while I swallowed pins and needles. My hand rested on a park bench next to me, letting myself use the wooden beams as support. Looking out into the far pond in the center of the park, I pulled myself to take a seat. The wind began to whistle through the trees, and the lake of glitter–the nickname I gave whenever the sun casted its glow onto the surface–lost all of its beauty. Crickets didn’t even dare to sing their usual melody and birds flew south to their homes. The breaths I took kept going nowhere, dissolving into nothing even though my chest expanded and retracted.
I pulled at the ends of my sleeves, tucking my knees into my chest as the air grew crisp. Questions of infidelity and unfounded justifications collided creating a mass of insatiable curiosity. My head coincided with entropy–it enjoyed the chaos–until suddenly it went blank. Every tether that kept me grounded vanished, my consciousness going into autopilot. I didn’t even realize the burn that resided in my eyelids or the wet streaks coating my cheeks–maybe from the dryness or something more. It was only the small drop of water landed on the back of my palm that pushed me out of the addicting trance.
Another one had landed on my forehead. And another one. And another one. I cringed as I felt the water drip from my head to the crevice of my ear. The clouds began to rumble a somber tune as it began to rain. Plucking myself from the bench, I made no hurry to make it back to the house. In a way, the droplets cascading the skin distracted me–seemingly blissful compared to the former events.
Once again, my feet held a prominent consciousness as it was the only part of me that was stable, leading me to the doorstep of my apartment complex. With what felt like a last ditch effort, I checked my phone for any new messages from Spencer. My heart lurched seeing a new notification pop up. To my surprise, it was from him.
With a deep breath and newfound hope, I unlocked the device, taking a moment to gaze at the picture of I and Spencer on the screen, before proceeding. My shoulders dropped, the tight squirming in my stomach halting. A hopeful smile crept on the corners of my lips, the previous distrust dissipating from my unreliable mind as I read the words displayed in front of me.
“Date night tomorrow?”
-
Tomorrow night couldn’t come quick enough. It somehow felt like I was holding my breath the entire day until I finally saw him. He was apologetic and sweet enough that it quieted my anxieties for a while. If he held any guilt or shame, it wasn’t apparent, or maybe he hid it well. Or maybe I was being ridiculous and reading far too much into things that could be circumstantial. But this was Spencer…my Spencer, the tenderhearted, gentle soul who made way too many corny physics jokes.
Dinner went by much smoother than I expected, but I still felt like there were things unsaid. The words felt lodged in my throat, almost like an itch I couldn’t reach. Either by mindless habit or by sheer deliberacy, we ended up in our favorite park. The very park that I found myself running to in a fit of frustration yesterday. Our feet seemed to know the way of our usual path along the pavement. I wondered briefly if there was a place I stepped in twice without noticing it. There was a lull in conversation and before I realized it, the words escaped me stealthily.
“Hey, Spence?” I started, and he took his attention off his shoes to look at me, “I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something.” The way the words stumbled ungracefully from my lips had me cringing. He lifted a brow in intrigue and caught my eye, silently profiling me and my nervous behavior.
“Anything, love.” The use of the amorous term caught me off guard and I had to swallow under his intense gaze. I felt myself open my mouth, but the words died on my tongue as the blaring of his ringtone took the place of my voice between us. It was almost as if the scratchy melody startled him because the way he snatched himself away from me to look at his phone was worrisome.
His brows bunched together as he took a look at it, “I’m sorry, I have to take this.”
Without waiting for my confirmation, he pressed the phone to his ear and took a few large steps away from me, as if the space would give him more privacy. I suddenly felt extremely exposed without him by my side.
The emptiness beside me lingered of his scent, almost mocking me, the words constricting my tongue. If I had a second longer, maybe the phone call would’ve been obsolete, maybe for the first time in a long time he would’ve been selfishly mine, even for another moment. I found myself suffocating in the same place I was yesterday like some poetic injustice. Perhaps I’m just a marionette, dangling from loose strings as the universe had their way with me. Frankly that would be less upsetting than watching Spencer slip through my fingers, knowing that it was possibly me who sealed that fate, and not some otherworldly being. It would’ve been my doing, and that’s something I’m not yet ready to realize.
Maybe it was my undying curiosity or growing twinge in my chest every second passed that led me to consult the moral figures weighing down my shoulders. At two opposing extremes, they debated the right course of action–or if doing the right thing was even the course of action to consider. Surprisingly in the end, it was my impulsivity that answered for me, wasting no time to stipulate consequences.
I shook off the twisting feeling in my stomach, pushing myself off in Spencer’s direction. I kept justifying my actions by telling myself that all I would be doing is checking on him, although the underlying motive was nothing under disguise. I whispered the same mantra to myself with every inch closer. I gritted my teeth as the antsy sensation traveled to my shoulders, slowing my steps to contemplate my reasoning.
What am I doing? A harsh exhale of detest left my lungs, leaving a light yet deserved burn in my esophagus. It seemed incredulous to me that I was willing to eavesdrop on my own boyfriend, although it didn’t seem like that minutes ago. I bit the inside of my cheek in shame, turning myself around.
Has this all been in my head? No, it can’t. Then why would he lie? He wouldn’t, but he did. Confusion set deep within me, however it was my guilt that left an everlasting mark. Maybe Spencer had his reasons, he would never deliberately fib–at least the Spencer I knew would never. But what if that’s it? Did I really know Spencer that well? The world around me closed in rapidly, my senses overwhelmed. Did I make him lie? It would make sense considering my recent possessiveness. Did he see that? Did I drive him away?
I bit down on my bottom lip, threatening to break the skin. I ran my hand through my hair several times, taking a few calming breaths to compose myself. No, I can’t think like that. This is Spencer, he’s my Spe–no, maybe he never was mine?
Unable to contain my contradicting thoughts any longer, I shifted around with a newfound determination. Pushing the bile building up at the bottom of my stomach, I prepared to march my way to him. My body set aflame with feigned confidence, hopefully enough to fuel the overpowering desire to know the truth.
To know whether the truth actually lied in the irrationality of my mind
To know whether the truth lied in the coarseness of my behavior.
To know whether the truth  lied in the prospects of Spencer’s job.  
To know whether the truth-
“I guess I’ll see you on Thursday!” Spencer smiled with endearment–a smile I thought was reserved for me. “It’s a date…”
To know whether the truth was that he was no longer mine.
part 2  feedback is always appreciated!
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justfangirlthingies · 3 years
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Intruders (Helmut Zemo)
This is my first ever finished fic for our beloved Zemo, who definitely deserves to have his sword in the mcu.
I've had this scenario in my head for a while now and usually I find it hard to properly write out my thoughts to text. I honestly have no idea what's gotten into me that allowed me to write my thoughts into a fic, but whatever it is, it can come and bless me with its presence more often
Summary: You were planning on having a relaxing evening when a group of "intruders" turned your plans around
Warnings: I think there's one or more curse words, a sword (but nothing dangerous happens with it) if you think there's anything that I missed and/or should be added as a warning here please let me know
Word count: 2137 words
Transaltion: If you are familiar with Zemo fics you probably know what "draga" means. In case you don't know draga = dear/beloved
You were relaxing in the bathtub, eyes closed, as the warm water embraced you. You dipped the back of your head into the water in order to get all your hair wet properly, a soft sigh escaping your lips. It was peaceful and quiet, until you heard something that sounded suspiciously like the front door opening and closing that is. Immediately, you sat up in the water, which started to slosh from the sudden movement, and pulled your knees closer to your body as you listened attentively. Maybe you just imagined the noise. You were probably just being paranoid. Living alone in a house as big as this just seemed to have taken it's toll on you. What you had not expected however, was to hear more noises. Oh you definitely weren't imagining this. Loud footsteps accompanied by voices could be heard throughout your home.
In distress, you quietly jumped out of the bathtub, your body and hair still dripping with water as you stepped foot on the towel on the floor. Well you certainly wouldn't be able to defend yourself wearing only a towel. You stayed alert while you let your gaze wander through the room swiftly, in order to find something to wear and also something to defend yourself. That's when you spotted it. His bathrobe.
You never bothered to take it off of it's hanger. Doing so, would have made the situation you lived in come crashing down on you and you couldn't have that, now could you? Besides, it still contained traces of his intriguing smell, you'd never find the willpower to discard something that carries his smell still.
Without giving it much thought, you grabbed the robe and put it on, quickly tying it up as you continued to scavenge the room for some kind of weapon or defense. After coming to the conclusion that there was nothing of use for you in this room you sighed silently. Panic settled in your system as you felt your heartbeat and breathing speed up. You tried desperately to calm yourself, your hand wandering to a little ceramic bowl that usually held soap in it. This would have to do.
Only when you reached out for the handle of the bathroom door, you remembered. The sword! There was a sword just conveniently hanging on one of the walls in the hallway. He had shown you how to use it. You probably forgot half of what he had taught you back then, but it would have to do to save your life. That's why he taught you in the first place, to defend yourself.
The bowl made no sound when you put it down, seeing as you placed it on a piece of fabric, in order to avoid making noise. Carefully, you opened the door and tiptoed your way out into the hallway. As soon as you had stepped foot onto the ground of the corridor, the voices grew clearer, but you needed to focus on your current goal, which was to go and get the sword hanging on the wall and not to listen to the intruders. So, that's exactly what you did.
Getting the sword off the wall turned out to be more challenging than you anticipated, as it was quite heavy. A lot heavier than what you remembered it to be. After struggling with it for a good minute or two ,you finally managed to lift it off the wall and the weight of the full sword, without it being supported on the wall anymore, nearly caused you to drop it, seeing as you only held it with one hand. The odds seemed to be in your favour, for you caught the weapon mid-air and while it still made contact with the ground, the carpet covering the floor managed to absorb the sound of the sword clinking against the floor.
You took a deep breath and pushed the big and wide sleeves of the robe up a bit, to keep them from disturbing you. The voices you had been hearing didn't seem to stray far from the living room and kitchen area. Putting on a straight and brave face, you exhaled deeply and lifted the sword like you had been taught, you also tried to keep the stance you were supposed to have as you made your way down the hall.
You came to a halt right around the corner to the kitchen and living room area, where you attempted to calm your breathing and heartbeat once again. "Now what?" you thought. Should you walk into the room and confront them? Or should you pull the attention to yourself from here right away?
You decided on the first option, this way you could still take a few minutes to calm yourself down and- CRASH!
"Oh no. Oh no this is bad. Shit! What do I do now?" You cursed under your breath as you looked at the object you had accidentally run over. Someone had placed a bag, which you accidentally shoved with your foot because you didn't know it was there, right next to a lamp. It is save to say, that said lamp now laid before your feet in shards and the placement of the bag also wasn't your doing. In fact, the bag didn't even belong to you.
"I thought you said this is your place and no one lives here" a man's voice growled. "Show yourself!" shouted another voice in your direction. You contemplated running away and hiding for a moment, but there was no backing out now. So, you gathered all your might and confidence together and tried to keep your voice steady you spoke "Who are you and what are you doing in my home? I will ask you to leave only this once" Your demand came out more shaky than you would have liked, but it would have to do "And-and I'm armed" You added, realizing you had forgotten to mention it previously.
What you were not aware of was that he stat around the corner with the two men and when your voice reached the Baron's ears, his eyes widened, though he promptly covered up his surprised expression from the others. "You knew about this didn't you?!" Sam jumped up from his seat "This was your plan all along!" "I assure you Samuel, I was not aware anyone was here" Zemo retorted quickly. "What a load of crap!" Samuel shouted back.
You however, didn't get a chance to take notice of the conversation the two were having because you noticed someone else approaching you. You quickly took your stance to fight for your life, the sleeves of the oversized bathrobe rolling back down your arms and covering your hands, which were placed on the sword's handle, as you did so. As soon as you caught size of the man approaching you, you noticed a feature he had. An arm made of metal. This was going to be harder than you thought. You swung your sword at the man who caught the blade mid-swing, with ease in his metal hand. "I'm very sorry for intruding. We were not aware that someone lives here." "Well, I obviously live here" you grumbled.
You kept struggling against him even after he had grabbed your arm and rendered your attacks useless. Even when he had started walking you back around the corner, you still keep the sword tight in your grip, ready to put up a fight again as soon as danger was near.
What you didn't expect though, was to see him. Baron Helmut Zemo. You dropped the sword as soon as you saw him, it landed on the tiled floor making a loud reverberating noise, that immediately caught his attention. "Helmut" you mumbled, not believing your own eyes as they began to water.
As soon as the sword fell, all of Zemo's attention was on you. The way you stood in a poise and secure stance, much like the one he showed you. The sword which he remembered to be decorating the hallway lying before your feet. Your (h/c) hair still wet from what he presumed must have been a bath. He didn't fail to notice his robe, which even though it was tied tightly and securely around your waist, still seemed to hang loosely around your body. Your hands were covered by the sleeves of his robe, yet he didn't miss the way something briefly reflected the light of the room from underneath one of the sleeves. So, you still wore the ring he had given to you. Hearing your voice sounded like music to his ears. Another thing he noticed, was that it seemed like you didn't age a day. Were you possibly taken by the blip?
Helmut Zemo could read you like a book, the expression on your face however, was the only thing that was hard for him to read right now. There were so many different emotions covering your features, but as soon as he took notice of your beautiful pools of (e/c) swimming with tears, he jumped up from his seat, ready to take you into his arms and just hold you tightly and securely to his body. "(Y/n)" he whispered back to you.
Sam Wilson queered the Baron's pitch, by holding him back from crossing the room to reach you. You took notice of what Zemo was trying to do. It was something you also wanted. Something you needed right now. It seemed you were in luck once again because the man with the metal arm had loosened his hold on your arm and it was easy for you to slip from his grip.
Without giving it another thought, you sprinted across the room and ran right into Helmut's arms, not caring about the man who was holding him back. You held each other tightly, enjoying his warmth and familiarity. Sadly, the bliss you were experiencing was suddenly cut short by the man with the metal arm.
"Let me go!" You struggled against the man's arm again. "James let go of them." Zemo demanded calmly. "Do you even know who that is you're throwing your arms around here?!" The guy asked you, his voice sounded more like a growl, which caused you to thrash around more. "Of course I know who that is!" you snarled back at him in irritation. "I think I can recognize my husband myself, thank you very much. Now let me go!" you sassed. The statement had caught the man named James off guard and he loosened his grip on you again, the other man doing the same with Zemo.
You had gotten married shortly before the Baron blew up the UN. It was the only way for him to come to terms with his past and while you were not happy with the decision he made, you understood why he did what he did. That doesn't mean you agreed with his ways of doing this. God knows you had tried to talk him out of it many times after you found out about his plans. You didn't even know what you were looking at when you saw the plans and even though Zemo knew you were not aware of his plan, even after looking at some of the blueprints, he wanted to be honest with you. So, he told you everything he had planned. There was no stopping him from at least trying and while you used to give yourself the fault for not stopping him, which would have been impossible anyways, you had come to terms with it over the years.
"Draga" your husband exhaled as he wrapped his arms around you again. His embrace was something you had missed for a long time, a smile formed onto your lips as you hugged him back and nestled your face in his neck. "I missed you Helmut." your voice was muffled by his shirt and skin. "I missed you too" Zemo immediately returned your statement, his lips resting on the top of your head as he inhaled your scent, that he loved and missed so much. "You smell nice" he murmured against your head making you giggle.
"You do know you'll have some explaining to do about all of...well, this" you pulled away a bit, looking at him as you gestured to him and the other two people in the room, who just watched this whole situation unfold in complete and utter bewilderment.
"I know, I know, but for now let us enjoy the moment just a little longer" he smiled at you as he pulled you closer again, before leaning forward a bit to whisper in your ear "My bathrobe suits you well dear" You lightly hit his shoulder for that statement and because you could practically hear the very evident smirk adorning his face.
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Being all over Tom after he comes back from gym because he looks really good😌
> smut somewhere under cut, 18+ <  (shower sex, unprotected - please use protection!)  _______________________
When you woke up, Tom had already left. You weren’t surprised by that. He had been getting up early every morning to use the hotel gym. He’s get up so early that it was practically empty, which gave him enough privacy to work out in peace. 
You checked your phone and saw the time. He would most likely be making his way back soon. Really soon, apparently, because just a few seconds later you could hear the click of the keycard and the door opened. Tom walked in. He was wearing his usual workout shorts and tanktop, his hair was sticking to his forehead, and he had a bag with his things around the shoulder. The keycard was now between his teeth as he closed the door behind him. The light was dim in the room with the curtains closed, but it was enough for you to see how the thin layer of sweat was accentuating his muscles. 
“Hi baby,” he said, putting his things down, “just gone pop into the shower.” 
“Mhm,” you nodded along, “had a good sesh?” 
“Yeah, it was great, ran a couple of miles on the tread, finally got to try the bench weight here- ” he was already taking off his shirt before even reaching the bathroom. You tried not to stare at his chest.  
“Sounds tiring,” you said before, biting your lip lightly. He always looked so good. 
“A bit, but I’m fine, heh.” He chuckled before disappearing into the room. You lay back down with your head on the pillow and closed your eyes, thinking maybe you could catch a few more minutes of sleep. But as you heard the shower starting all you could think of was Tom. How he looked like walking into the bathroom. Soon you found yourself reaching with your to your panties, rubbing small circles on your clit. It didn’t do much. You needed more. You needed Tom. 
He must be all clean and fresh by now, you thought. After his workouts, he liked to stay a bit longer under the shower, to un-tense his muscles under the warm water. 
You got out of bed and didn’t bother to knock on the door. He probably wouldn’t hear it anyway. Besides, you liked to surprise him. You walked in, and the heat coming from the steamy shower hit you in the face like a pillow. Very coincidentally, Tom was facing away from you, washing his hair. You giggled, seeing his cute butt. 
“Tommy?” you asked, already taking your shirt off. A second later, Tom’s head popped around, and his eyes went wide at your sight. You tried to look as innocent as possible while only wearing underwear. “I thought I could maybe join ya?” 
“Fuck, c’mere darling,”  He got directly under the showerhead, washing off the remnants of shampoo in his curls while you kicked your panties off your legs and made your way over to him. As soon as you could reach him, you pressed your lips against his. He didn’t waste a second in holding your hips. The hot water fell over you. You could smell the shampoo as well as the shower gel on him. Sweet and fresh. 
“What’s gotten into you, huh?” he asked as you trailed down to kiss his neck. 
“Didn’t want to waste water later to shower alone,” you said, grinding your hips up. You could feel him getting harder. Tom chuckled at your answer. 
“Really?” He grabbed your ass and squeezed it lightly in his palm, “I think there might be a bit more to that story.”  With his other hand, he pulled your chin to the side, so your lips found their way back to his. 
“Hmm, no, I don’t think so.” you shook your head. 
“No? So you weren’t getting all hot and bothered in that bed after seeing me?’ 
“You’ve never sounded more ridiculous, Tommy, now- fuck me.” 
“Mmm, with pleasure.” The hand that had been on your ass, now moved down to grab your thigh. Like that, he held you and pushed you against one of the walls of the shower. The cold tile felt like ice in contrast to the hot water that had been falling over you. “But you forgot to say please.” He added his lips right next to your ear. 
He had pinned you to the wall with one hand, the other one was wandering down between your legs. 
“God, you’re so soaked for me, aren’t ya?” 
“Well we are in the shower... aah,” you gasped when you felt his hand slightly slap your pussy. 
“You’re so cute when you try to be a smartass brat, you know that?” His middle finger slipped between your folds, moving through you sloppily, working you up to the point of insanity. He growled into your ear again, his voice deep and lust-filled, “But personally, I think you’re even cuter when you fall apart for me.” 
All you could do was moan. Then he finally let his fingers slip inside of you, thrusting deep inside, just to pull back out quickly. He repeated this countless times while simultaneously letting his thumb play with your clit. You didn’t know how he got to be so skilled with his fingers, but how could you complain. 
He kept going till you legs were shaking, and to add to it, his lips had found their home on your chest, kissing and sucking, leaving you one beautiful mark right in the valley between your breast, just to the side of your heart. 
“Tommm,” you felt your orgasm nearing. Only it never came, because as you were about to tell him, he pulled his fingers out, leaving your muscles clenching around air. You held in a whimper of disappointment while watching the undeniable smirk form on Tom’s lips as he wrapped his mouth around his fingers. 
“Mmm, taste delicious, baby.” 
“Well, there’s more where that came from,” you cringed internally at your words, but Tom didn’t seem to mind at all. He kissed you deeply. 
“Oh, I know, but right now, all I can think about is having you around my cock. Think you can handle that?” All you did was nod with a smile. He mirrored your sweet expression while trying to place his tip at your entrance. His arm was extended next to your shoulder, hand on the wall for support as he pushed into you. Your moans were muffled by the kiss he pulled you into. Quickly, the rhythm of his hips was set, and he kept it up with ease. 
It was a mystery how he could keep this up after having worked out for so long, just half an hour earlier. But that were no thoughts for now. You could barely string a few words together as he thrust in deeper. All you could think about was how good it felt to have him in you. 
The climax from earlier was coming back, you could feel it build up again. You dug your nails into Tom’s shoulders. The hot water kept streaming down your bodies, the sound of it erasing your sounds of pleasure. At one point you felt yourself slipping away, down the wet tiles, but Tom quickly pulled you back up again. This time you jumped up and wrapped your legs around him, so he could press you up against the wall even further. His thrusts got deeper, harder. 
“Fuck,” you yelled out, not even caring if your neighbours could hear you, or if you woke them up. This moment was only about you and Tom. It could have been a beautiful eternity, the moment that your body finally let the release wash over you. 
You held Tom as it continued and he rode out his own high, slowing down to eventually pull out. You were about to drop to the ground, your legs weak, but Tom’s arms didn’t leave your body. He held you as you tried to stand up, and he held on as he washed you op with and then later on dried you off with a soft and fluffy towel. 
He didn’t listen to your protests and just picked you in his arms and carried you back to bed. In there, you cuddled up to him. 
“Thank you, Tommy,” you said, a bit giddy, exhausted out of your mind. 
“I don’t know what for, I should be thanking you. You were incredible.” Both of you leaned in for a kiss at the same time, only nearly avoiding bumping noses. “I love you.” 
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