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daisyblog · 1 year

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I'm Late

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN realises her period is late. Warning: swearing, missed period, possible pregnancy

YN's POV:

We were in New York for a couple of days as the boys were playing at the MetLife Stadium. As it was our sister Lottie’s birthday, Louis and I decided to fly her out for a few days to join us. She had arrived yesterday afternoon with Eleanor, so we had been catching up in between the busy tour schedule. Us girls, including Sophia Liam’s girlfriend, had planned to go and do a bit of shopping whilst the boys were in rehearsals ahead of the show this evening. I was in mine and Harry’s hotel room, sitting on the floor in front of the large silver mirror finishing putting mascara on and Harry was still in the shower when there was a desperate knock, and the door flew open and Lottie appeared. “Lotts..you can’t just walk in here babe..Harry could have been getting dressed or somethin’” “Well..it’s an emergency..I’ve forgotten to bring pads with me and..and..I don’t know where to get any from” she ranted in panic. “Alright..calm down..I’ve got some in me bag” I calmed her and got up from my position and went over to my suitcase where I kept my toiletries. I picked up the product and passed them to her “There you go babe”. “Thaaaanks…you’re a life saver..I’ll see ya later” “See ya later Lotts..oh and remember to wait after you knock next time” I reminded her as she walked out of the hotel room and muttered a ‘yeah whatever’. As I sat back down to continue getting ready, a thought came to me. How did I have a full packet of pads still? When did I last have a period? I brought my Clue app on my phone to check…’late for 4 days’…”Shit…shit..fook..shit” I kept repeating to myself. For a moment, I didn’t move, I sat and thought. How could I be late? I’ve never been late, ever! I’m on the pill…I couldn’t be..could I? I was lost in my own thoughts and didn’t hear the bathroom door open and Harry steps out until his voice startled me. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he spoke as he proceeded to pull a pair of black shorts up over his legs and up to his hips, hiding some of his tattoos.

“Umm..I-I..I’m late” “Late?” he looked confused as he grabbed a white T-shirt from the suitcase and placed it over his head, covering his body “Late for what? Shopping?”

“Nooo..late as in..you know late” “Am I suppose to read your mind…’cause I don’t have a clue what you're talking about” A sarcastic chuckle escaped his lips.

“My period’s late” I didn’t know how he was going to react. Was he going to leave, tell me to leave..was he going to be angry at me?

“Okaaay..and?”

“Wha’ do you mean..and?...I could be pregnant”

“Yeah I know” he said calmly and continued to tie a black bandana around his head. If I wasn’t so stressed I probably would have made a comment about how much I loved this look on him and how hot he looked.

“You know..so..so..w-why are you so calm?” “’cause believe it or not…I’ve thought about having a family with you” Any other time this would have made my heart melt, but right now all I could think about was being on a world tour and possibly carrying a baby inside of me.

“Well yeah…It’s obviously crossed my mind..but not during a world tour and at nineteen”

He walked over to me and grasped my hands in his and lifted them so they were around his neck and placed his hands on my hips “Okay..what’s going to happen is…I’m going to go to rehearsals and you’re going to go shopping..” “But” I interrupted. “Uh..let me finish…you’re going to go shopping and have a lovely time…if you can do it without being seen then buy some tests and we’ll take them together later” “I-if they..you know..say I’m pregnant…will you be angry?” “Of course fucking not…can I tell you something?” “Yeah” “I’m hoping that you are” he admitted. “Really?” “Yeah…I love you so much…and…and imagine a mini you and me”. He leaned down and captured my lips with his own. I began to worry about how he would react if the tests were in fact negative. “I love you too…wh-what if it’s negative?” He chuckled “Does that head of yours ever stop worrying?” I shook my head no “If it’s negative then…It’s just not the right time and we carry on just us two..until we think the time is right..yeah?” “I don’t know what I did to ever deserve you” I placed a big peck on his lips making his lips turn up into a smile. “Right..I’ve got to go before I’m late” he patted my bum lightly “I’ll see you later at the stadium…go and enjoy your day baby” Leaving the hotel room, but not before leaving a peck on my forehead.

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We spent the whole afternoon exploring New York, eating lunch outside and chatting about all thing’s girls, we looked in every shop we passed, and Lottie took full advantage of me saying she could have anything she wanted in the MAC shop and I would buy it for her birthday. What are big sisters for, ey? What took me by surprise was that I didn’t even think about my missed period or the conversation Harry and I had all afternoon until we passed a small pharmacy. I looked around to make sure no fans were following us and explained to the girls that I needed to pick up some more toiletries as you had run out, and they said they would wait for you by the coffee shop next door, so we could travel to the stadium together. I picked up the box with ‘ClearBlue’ written boldly on the front and took it to the counter to pay for it, swiping my card and then leaving before anyone noticed me.

Once we got to the stadium, I made it my mission to find Harry. After looking in the obvious places, the kitchen, backstage, bathroom, and even the little cleaning room at the end of the corridor, still my eyes couldn’t find him. I made my way back to the boys' dressing room and as I turn the corner, my eyes find him. “I’ve been lookin’ for you” we both say together, making each other laugh.

“You okay?...Did you get them?” Harry asked as he looked around making sure nobody was listening. “Yeah…shall we go and take them now…you know..to get it over with” Harry took my hand in his and intertwined our fingers as we walked down the long hallway towards the bathroom. As Harry opened the door for us, we both turned when we heard an Irish accent “Wheeey! Don’t let Louis catch you both going in there” he teased us with a chuckle.

“Piss off Niall” Harry jokingly shouted back at him, whilst I rolled my eyes at their childishness. Once Harry locked the door behind us, I got the box out of the bag and began to open the box as I went to pull the test out, I felt a pair of arms sneak around my waist and a voice in my ear “You okay?” “Yeah..just a bit nervous”. Harry placed his lips behind my ear and let his linger there for a moment before he spoke.

“Heey..it’s all going to be okay..remember what we said this morning”

I left his embrace and removed the lid from the test as I walked towards the toilet. I followed the instructions and pee’d on the part at the end of the stick and then placed the lid back on before laying it down on the counter in front of us. Those 5 minutes of waiting felt like years, we were silent for the whole time just waiting to see if our life was about to change. Harry’s timer he set on his phone startled us. “Do you want us to..look together?” I heard Harry’s voice for the first time in minutes. “C-can you look…I’m too scared” “Okay” Harry tried to hide the shakiness of his hand as he reached for the plastic sitting on the counter that held our answers but I could see the slight shake of his fingers as they held the test. I saw some sadness in his eyes and I already knew. “It’s negative”. I didn’t know what to say but Harry broke the silence as he pulled me into his arms and held me to his chest “But that’s okay isn’t it…means we can try again when we feel ready”. “Yeah..I guess..” “No..c’mon..we’re not going to be sad..let’s make this into a positive..means we can do lots of baby-making practice before the time is right” Harry joked, making you laugh against his chest. “I suppose some practice wouldn’t hurt” “C’mon let's get back, before Niall stirs some shit with Louis about us sneaking off to the toilet for a quickie”

As we walked back to the dressing room with our hands intertwined, where everyone was spread out sitting and chatting. Again, the Irish accent was heard “That was quick”, confusing everyone else with his words to which Harry playfully pushed him off the arm of the chair he was sitting on and muttered ‘Don’t be jealous Horan’. And as I watched on, I was reminded that a baby was not ready for this type of chaos.

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spencerreidsconverse · 3 years

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Bets With a Vegas Boy

summary: When Spencer and Reader make a bet with high stakes, their stubborn sides show, but when a consulting officer has his eyes on reader, Spencer has to step in.

word count: 4.9k

warnings: SMUT (breeding kink, daddy kink, a bit of degradation, semipublic sex,) unrequited flirting, criminal minds style violence, suggested cannibalism, reader has multiple tattoos

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader

A/N: This took me forever to finish as I was on vacation! I hope you all enjoy it!

“Y/N, have you ever met Reid? You’re supposed to be smart, why would you willingly sign up for this?” You scoffed at JJ’s words. When Penelope Garcia is involved it seems that no news traveled slowly, proven by the entire BAU’s new knowledge of the bet you had made with boy genius after bickering about which of you was more clingy. “JJ, you really underestimate me that much?” She shook her head in disbelief “You know that’s not it, but come on Y/N! Seriously, he’s banned from every casino in Vegas! Why would you bet against that?” “JJ, he was banned because he can count cards. It’s not like we’re playing Black Jack for christ’s sake!” She weighed the idea for a moment and you could see the wheels turning in her head. “Okay that’s true, but still. He’s the most stubborn man I’ve ever met. I seriously hope whatever he has in mind for your forfeit isn’t as bad as yours.” You laughed, imaging Spencer in the predicament you were positive he would be in the thick of by the end of the week.

“I think he’d look good with one, you don’t agree?” JJ rolled her eyes as you both made your way out of the elevator towards the glass doors. “That’s not my point Y/N, don’t you think it’s a little harsh? I mean he’s not like you, how do you know he’d even want one?” You smirked, remembering the first time you’d met Dr. Spencer Reid. You had been brought on to the team a few short years ago after an implemented policy that required an even amount of field agents so there were partners for every investigation. You thought it was a bit condescending, requiring the most brilliant minds in the nation to follow the buddy system, but it gave you a job and for that you were thankful. It had its perks though, one of which being your immediate pairing with Reid. You were as young as him and not far behind in brilliance. What you lacked in eidetic memory and forgein language fluency, you more than made up for in marksmanship and street smarts. You and Reid got along fine, even if it was a bit tense at first. He was thoroughly convinced he didn’t need a babysitter.

“I’m a grown man! Why would I need to be watched every second of the day? The last thing we need is a liability.” you remembered the words like it was yesterday. You had been approaching him from behind, and overheard his rant. “Well, technically since we’re the same age, I’d hardly consider myself a babysitter. Would you trust your child’s care with someone their age?” Spencer had turned himself around so fast he’d almost fallen off the desk he was perched atop. “Y-you must be Agent Y/N! It’s uh nice to meet you?” He cringed at the tone of his voice, and you burst out with giggles before shaking your head. “Don’t worry Dr. Reid, I understand it must be a difficult situation for you. I mean, if I were the resident genius I wouldn’t take too kindly to the idea of being shown up either.” The dark-skinned woman who had previously been engaging him in his sour mood let out a surprised chuckle and you watched his face turn from embarrassment to shock and finally settle on disbelief. “Wh- Excuse me?” You felt your stomach begin to cramp as his reaction made you laugh further and you clutched your files against your chest. You fought to catch your breath for a few seconds before regaining your composure. “Excuse my reaction, Dr. Reid but I couldn’t resist. No hard feelings?” He nodded mutely and you saw a soft smile crack through his mock stern expression. You turned to introduce yourself to the woman next to him, Tara Lewis. You made small talk for a few more minutes while Reid scribbled away at his desk before Emily called all of you to the round table with a case.

Nerves had struck you then, and you stood frozen instead of joining Tara in her stride. “Y/N, everything okay?” You jumped slightly as you heard Reid’s voice from behind you. “Oh! Yes, sorry!” You moved out of his way, trying your best not to stumble over an empty desk and failing miserably. He stretched his hands out and caught you, much to your embarrassment. “Are you sure you’re okay? Are you feeling ill?” You shook your head quickly. “No! No, I'm fine, really.” He looked into your eyes and you tried to ignore the sparks you felt deep in your chest. “Y/N you’re working with profilers now, lying that poorly will never work around here.” His joke succeeded in its attempt to lighten the mood and you let out a soft laugh despite your anxiety. “I’m just a little nervous I guess. I didn’t expect to have a case so soon.” He nodded and his thumb absentmindedly rubbed soothing circles on your sleeve. “I understand. We all felt that way at first. I won’t say it’s easy, but we’re all here to support you. Take a few deep breaths.” You did as he instructed and you felt your nerves ease as he consoled you. “That’s better. Besides, what could you have to worry about? You have the best partner here.” You laughed, and he released your arm. “I’ll meet you in there.” and with that he left you standing there trying to lock down the feelings he had just arisen in you. “Nice Y/N, crush on your partner first thing. What a great start.” you muttered to yourself

A few moments later you joined the rest of the team at the table and quickly reviewed the case, before lifting off 45 minutes later to a small town in Georgia. Everything felt like a whirlwind and you did your best to keep up. True to what Spencer had said, the team helped you get your bearings and by the end of the night you were making great strides along with the rest of them. It was near midnight when Emily dismissed you all to the hotel a few blocks away to get a few hours of rest. You were thankful, having poorly attempted to drown your tiredness with watery coffee from the small pot at the station, and you made your way to the hotel as swiftly as you could manage. When you were all gathered in the lobby, Emily handed out the keycards and it quickly dawned on you how the room assignments would work. You tried to shake off the thought and prayed that the night would go quickly. It made sense to just put the partners together, it made keeping track of everyone easier and allowed for quick communication between the team. You told yourself all the reasons it was logical as you made your way up to your room.

Spencer left you to your thoughts, but he could see how hard you were focusing. He unlocked the door and the lights switched on as you both made your way towards your beds. You heard him ask you something, and turned awkwardly to face him “Sorry, what’d you say?” He looked at you, a mix of amusement and concern on his face. “I asked if you wanted to shower first. Are you okay?” “Oh! Yeah, thanks. I’m okay, just thinking about the case.” You hoped you had lied better this time and were relieved that he seemed to buy it. “Just try to shut your mind off of it for now, I know it’s hard. Trust me, you’ll feel much better when you’re refreshed.” You nodded at his words and pulled some pajamas out of your go-bag. “Thanks Spencer. I’ll try not to take too long.” He shrugged you off “No worries, take your time.” You shut yourself behind the door and tried to shake the feelings out of your head. “Get a grip Y/N. You’re being crazy.” You scolded yourself before showering. You hurried despite Spencer’s insistence and quickly made your way out of the shower to dry yourself off. You applied lotion to your ink-covered skin and slipped on your shorts and t-shirt before drying your hair as fast as you could and making your way out of the bathroom. You dropped your folded clothes on top of your bag, alerting Spencer that you were done.

“That was fast, you really didn’t have to-” his words died in his throat as he looked up from the file in his lap and caught sight of your legs, covered in the intricate artwork that stretched across the skin. You tried to ignore his watchful gaze. “It’s no problem! I wanted to save you some hot water.” He thanked you quietly and made his way to the bathroom hurriedly, trying not to look at you again. You tried to fall asleep but you couldn’t get him out of your head. A few more minutes passed and he made his way over to his bed, trying to will the awkward tension out of the room. You both eventually managed to fall asleep without speaking another word.

The tension continued to grow over the next few months and the rest of the team were getting sick of watching you two dance around each other. You both denied any advances, shot down the chance to go out on any of the numerous blind dates members of the team offered to set up, and chose instead to trade glances across the bullpen and divulge your personal lives over breakroom lunches. Eventually, they made plans for a team outing and convinced you both to attend. Penelope made reservations at a nice restaurant, announcing that everyone just had to try their food. That night however, you showed up to Spencer waiting awkwardly at a table for two in the back corner with a sour face. “Where’s the rest of the team?” You asked him, taking the seat across from him. “Apparently they’ve all had to cancel. Luckily, the reservation was for two.” His eyes narrowed in suspicion and you made a mental note to scold Garcia. “Well, since we’re here I’m happy to eat. I’m starving.” Spencer’s eyes lit up and he nodded eagerly, agreeing with you. After an evening of great food and better wine, the rest was history, and you found yourself thanking Garcia the next day instead. You and Spencer had been dating for just over two years now, though he’d be able to count it down to the second you’d showed up looking angelic at the restaurant that night. You both complimented each other perfectly and you had a relationship stronger than either of you could have dreamed of.

“Hello?? Y/N are you even listening to me?” JJ’s words and nudge against your shoulder brought you back to present day and you snapped your eyes back to her face. “Yes! Sorry JJ I was just thinking… Anyways, we’ve talked about it before. He loves all of mine, and he’s talked about getting one. He’s just afraid of the pain, and too indecisive to choose what he wants.” You blushed softly as you thought about the many nights spent in your shared bed, Spencer tracing the black lines with his fingertips. He adored them and thought they made you especially unique, not to mention he found them extremely sexy. He favored the black sun on your ribcage, shaded to perfection. Even when you were clothed he would run his hand along the fabric that covered the piece.

“Well still, if you do happen to win, I can’t imagine he’ll go along with it.” You smirked and shook your head. “We’ll see about that JJ.” You both sat at your desks, and began to work through your piles of paperwork. You were thankful there was no case that needed your immediate attention, but paperwork always made you feel like a nap by the time lunch came around. You pushed yourself away from your desk, and stood to find yourself nearly chest to chest with your boyfriend who had stood at the same time. “Oh, sorry Spence. I just need coffee.” You maneuvered your way around him, missing the way he would usually grab your hips to aid you. He followed you to the break room and you poured him a cup as well leaving plenty of room for sugar. Instead of handing it to him with a quick peck on the cheek however, you left it on the counter to be picked up. “You really think you can go a week without touching me?” You heard his voice from the doorway. “It’s already been 3 days.” You said uninterestedly with a shrug, and he eyed you suspiciously. “Okay fine, no. I just think I can go longer than you can.” You finally admitted, smirking back at him.

He grabbed the mug from the counter, adding several teaspoons of sugar before taking a sip. “We’ll see about that. You’re the one that’s always curling yourself around me.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh yeah, like you hate it. You’re the one that’s always rubbing my back and holding my hand under tables. Even when we’re on the metro home you’ve got your hand in mine.” He narrowed his eyes at you and stuck his tongue out, making you chuckle. “Very mature Dr. Reid. I can’t wait to win.” He opened his mouth to argue but was interrupted by Luke who stuck his head in to alert you both of the new case you’d be working. You let out a long sigh. “So much for paperwork.” The three of you made your way to the round table and sat, Spencer curling his hand into a fist to keep himself from subconsciously reaching over to place his hand on your leg.

“So, we are assisting in a local case this time, with Washington state PD about a string of murders in the homeless community. However, there’s been hefty construction in their field office so they will be joining us here.” Penelope quickly took the lead after Emily’s announcement and filled you all in about the details. She ran through the few details the local PD managed to uncover on their own and the team had only managed a few minutes of brainstorming when a group of police officers made their way through the glass doors of the BAU. There were only a handful of officers which surprised all of you, and Emily led the rest of you out of the conference room, beelining her way to the chief. “Hello, Landon. It’s nice to see you again.” She shook his hand briefly. “Likewise Emily, though I wish it was under different circumstances.” “As do I. I’m sorry for the miscommunication, I was under the impression that your entire force would be joining us. Is that not the case?” The chief, Landon Bridges you now knew him as, shook his head. “We knew you had a pretty tight space and we have a lot of members. I brought a few people from each department and figured it’d be easiest to fill everyone else in periodically. We didn’t want to overflow your space and leave no room to work.” Emily nodded and rested her hand on his shoulder. “I appreciate the thought, thank you. This is the rest of my team. SSAs Jennifer Jareau, Luke Alves, Matt Simmons, David Rossi, Y/N Y/L/N, Drs Spencer Reid and Tara Lewis, and our technical analyst Penelope Garcia.” You all gestured as Emily quickly introduced you, and a short time later you were all acquainted and working throughout the bullpen. You and Spencer were just beginning to start the geographical profile when one of the Washington police officers, Kline, made his way over to you. “Pardon me agents, do you need any help?” You looked up from your section of the grid lines and smiled at him which he returned brightly, but before you could answer, Spencer dismissed him. Kline’s face fell slightly but he nodded and made his way over to where Tara and Luke were reviewing the last known areas of the victims.

You turned and stared at Spencer in disbelief. He looked up after a few seconds, feeling your eyes burning a hole through the top of his head. “Yes?” You glared at him harder, before railing into him in a hushed tone “Don’t ‘yes?’ me. That was insanely rude. They’re here to help us! Quit acting all high and mighty.” He stared back at you and you saw the stubbornness light up his eyes. “Why should I? We could solve this case twice as fast without them getting in the way.” He knew he was talking too loud, and was more than aware of Kline who was staring at his back with a sour look resting on his face. “Spencer! I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to fix it. You’re being an ass.” He rolled his eyes and you both let out a sigh before looking back down at the maps covering the desktop beneath you.

A few hours passed before you and Spencer finished the geographical profile, and you gestured Kline over to ask him a few questions about the area you’d narrowed down. Spencer noticed he had made his way to your side and bit his lip to keep himself silent. “Officer Kline, can you tell me anything about this area of the block? It seems like a lot of our victims were last seen in this area.” He eyed the map where red ink stained the paper and pondered for a few seconds. “Well, there’s not much out there really. A few older shops and some construction to the east” he gestured to the empty spot of land on the map “but nothing of real interest. We don’t usually get calls for the homeless population over here either. There’s not really much shelter so they don’t usually go towards this way” Your brow furrowed and you nodded, thanking him but before he could get another word in Spencer piped up. “Kline, if the homeless population doesn’t “Go that way” he mocked the officer in front of you, and Kline tensed up in response “then why are they all disappearing from the area? Does that make sense to you?”

Kline struggled to respond and you glared at Spencer before assuring Kline there was no need for him to pay Spencer any mind, excusing his behavior with a rambling about late nights and too little coffee. Kline walked away and you stared Spencer down for several seconds before making your way towards the main group to deliver the geographic profile, leaving Spencer to sulk. You continued to avoid Spencer until you were sent out to investigate the block you sectioned off with Emily and JJ. You opted to drive which left Spencer in the passenger seat, fuming at your silent treatment and JJ and Emily trying to fight the tension in the SUV to no avail.

You parked the SUV a few blocks away and the four of you walked the rest of the way to avoid raising too much suspicion. You were standing in the center of the unsubs hot zone when you noticed a line of people clustered in front of one of the more rundown buildings. The building had wide front windows that had been taped over with brown paper, as well as the glass doors. You and Spencer approached the group warily, trying to get closer to see the poorly written signs on the door.

“DISCOUNT MEAT - PRE-COOKED”

“12pm-12am”

You gestured Emily and JJ over and the four of you quickly aimed to disperse the crowd much to their displeasure. After several minutes of arguing and multiple badge flashes you managed to succeed and stood outside the door ready to investigate once the owner opened his doors. Fifteen minutes had passed without any sign of movement from the inside and Spencer began to shift anxiously, causing you to do the same. A few more seconds passed and you heard the locks on the door click, reaching your hand around to rest on your holster automatically. As soon as the door opened, Emily pushed through holding her badge and announcing the reason for your investigation.

The shop owner immediately demanded you leave and not return unless you had a warrant. “Actually, because this is no longer a registered business it becomes property of the town and therefore is subject to any kind of local or national investigation under Property law 14, sections 3a-3f go more in depth about the issue if you feel the need to verify.” Spencer explained the situation while sifting through the counter drawers, leaving the man to sit in silent rage while Emily and JJ questioned him. You bent over to fiddle with a padlock on a hollowed bench seat on the far wall and pulled one of the pins out of your hair to pick it. A few seconds of tampering later, the lock gave way with a satisfying click and you pulled the bench open. A rancid smell hit your nose and stomach before you could process what you were seeing. Body parts were wrapped in butcher's paper and poorly taped, and you fought to keep your breakfast down as you slammed the bench shut. Emily then stood the man up and cuffed him, while reciting the miranda rights. JJ followed her out and you followed her quickly, trying and failing to erase the memory from your mind.

Back at the office, the rest of the team and several of the officers had already begun processing the unsubs case and there was little left to be done by the time you returned. You filled out your files and quickly wrote out your account of the incident before heading to the breakroom for a cup of coffee. You pulled your mug down from the shelf and pressed your favorite individual pod into the machine and pressed the button to let it run. You were digging in the fridge for your creamer when a deep voice startled you

“Little late for coffee isn’t it?” You turned swiftly to find Kline standing in the doorway and you let out a small sigh. “When you work like we do, it’s never too late for coffee” You smiled and made your cup to your taste, taking a long sip. You expected Kline to just grab what he wanted and leave, but instead he continued to make awkward conversation despite you going so far as to begin scrolling through your phone. “So, that Spencer guy is really a piece of work huh?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes and instead remained focused on your screen, telling yourself that he just didn’t get the chance to see the good side of Spencer like everyone else there had. “He’s really not a bad guy, he’s just had a long day. We all have.” Kline nodded but moved closer to you, so close that you could smell his headache-inducing cologne. “I’m just saying, if I had the opportunity to work with you every day, I wouldn’t waste my time arguing with you. I’d treat you right.”

You shifted uncomfortably, praying he would pick up on your uneasiness and back off but instead he moved to corner you against the counter. You tried to excuse yourself but your voice caught in your throat.

“Kline, I really overestimated you. I figured even a man as dimwitted as yourself would be able to tell when a woman isn’t interested but here we are.” Your head snapped up towards the doorway where Spencer was standing. Kline turned around and prepared himself to tell your boyfriend off when he froze. Spencer had the look in his eye that sent chills down your spine and made it very aware to Kline that there was no use fighting. He quickly left the room and you and Spencer held eye contact for several seconds before he spoke again “Meet me in the storage room at the end of the hall in 2 minutes.” His voice made your legs feel weak and you nodded, dumping the contents of your mug down the drain, keeping your pace in check as you slipped into the hallway.

You had barely unlatched the door when Spencer pushed it the rest of the way open and you felt yourself being dragged into the dimly lit space. You barely had time to let out a surprised squeak when you felt his lips against your throat, turning your noise into one of pleasure. His kisses quickly turned sharp, applying the expertly rehearsed amount of pressure to avoid marks but to still send shockwaves of heat to your core. “Spence” his name left your lips in a whine while he busied himself unbuttoning your blouse. “Spencer, you just lost the bet.” You felt a smirk grow across your face that disappeared as he hiked your skirt up to your hips while rubbing your clit through your panties. “Fuck the bet, Y/N. I’m sick of seeing you walk around here clueless. You know I’ve been all over Kline’s ass, little girl?” His voice dropped lower and he lifted you up to push you against the wall. “It’s because he couldn’t stop looking at yours.” You let out a moan as he pushed your panties to the side, slipping two of his fingers into you.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet. Did me getting all protective of you turn you on? You like making daddy jealous?” You shook your head as well as you could manage, trying to keep your volume in check. “Answer me pet, or you’re not gonna get daddy’s cock in you like I know you’re desperate for.” You whimpered at his words “No! I-I wasn’t trying to make you jealous daddy I swear!” You stuttered as he began to spread you further with his fingers. He smiled against the exposed skin of your chest before removing his fingers. “That’s my good girl. You ready for daddy?” You nodded as he fiddled with his belt buckle, moaning in anticipation as he released his cock from his slacks. You bit your lip as he ran the tip over your folds, sucking in a harsh breath as he pushed himself deep inside you. He let you adjust for a moment while he sucked at your neck again. “Daddy, please move. Please, I need you.” He let his hips move, pulling almost all the way out of you before slamming you forward into the wall again. You let out a moan as he thrusted in and out of you. You felt like your skin was on fire, the lack of touch over the past days made everything more intense.

A few more minutes passed and you felt yourself growing dangerously close to the edge. “Spence I’m gonna cum” you felt his pace grow even more rapid and he circled your clit with his thumb. “I’m gonna cum inside you angel. I’m gonna fill you up with my kid. You want that huh? Want everyone to know that you belong to me, don’t you?” You moaned at his words “God yes, please daddy. Please cum inside me!” You felt his hips stutter under you and a familiar warmth as you finally climaxed. Your toes curled and your head fell back against the wall, trying to catch your breath.

“God Y/N that was amazing.” You let out a soft whimper as he pulled out of you and lowered you back down to your feet. He kissed you, pulling you closer than before. “I love you Spencer. Only you.” He touched the tip of his nose to yours and returned your words, while you both caught your breath. A few minutes later you both exited the closet, and tried to smoothly make your way back to your desks. Washington PD had finished the bureau required paperwork and had already left so things were much quieter.

You had just sat down when JJ looked up from her computer. “So Spence, whatcha gonna get?” His head snapped up and your cheeks flushed. “Wh-What?” he managed to stutter out. “From the diner? Garcia said she would run out and get dinner.” You both let out simultaneous sighs of relief and told her what you wanted, settling in for a long night.

The next weekend you had free, you found yourselves in one of your favorite spots. The low pitched buzzing added to Spencer’s anxiety as he tried to divert his focus to the bright neon signs. You held his hand, stroking it with your thumb as you waited for your tattoo artist and best friend, Vannessa, to finish Spencer’s design. You tried to distract him but before long she called you back to the table and you heard his breathing quicken. You helped him get settled on the table while Vannessa applied the stencil. She adjusted it until Spencer and you both approved and then she started. Spencer tightened his grip on your hand as she traced the lines while you murmured words of encouragement in his ear. Half an hour later, she was running Spencer through the after care process while wrapping his forearm up. You paid her and made your way out of the shop after thanking her.

Slipping into the driver’s seat, you watched as Spencer carefully maneuvered his way into the car, fastening his seatbelt and resting his arm against the door. The streetlight shining through his window highlighted his forearm perfectly, revealing the perfectly mimicked shape of a shaded black sun.

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Fuck Traveling// Pete Davidson x reader

Request from @annalayton19

Hi! I’m a new follower and I really like your stuff! Could I request a Pete Davidson x reader (angst to fluff) where Pete is on tour or filming away from home and the reader is left behind. After like 6 months of being apart Pete starts to get tired of the long distance and basically like done with it. And then he realizes his mistake and comes home to make it up to her! I’m sorry if that’s super long! Also if this imagine doesn’t interest you, then no sweat! Thank you so much in advance 💕

A/n: This took so much less time then I thought it would. Anyway, here you go, I really hope you like it!

Warning: angst, swearing, like one cigarettes

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Six months. Six months was an extremely long time to be away from someone you loved.

Y/n sat on the couch, a small pout on her lips. She looked at Pete—her boyfriend of a year—and frowned. “I wish I could go with you.” Pete frowns too, and sits down next to her.

“I know. I wish you were coming with me too. But hey, it’s only a couple of months, all right? I’ll be back before you know it.” He kissed her cheek.

“I just wish my contract would let me. You have no idea how annoying it is to not be able to do things because of freaking Marvel.” She groans, falling on her back with a slight ‘plop’.

“Well, because of freaking Marvel, you are one of the best actresses out there. And I know you’re going to kill it with filming. My tour isn’t even that cool. It’ll broke you to death.” He jokes, leaning back on the arm of the couch.

“Babe, you’re a comedian.”

“Oh right, I forgot.” He grabs her arm, and pulls her up into his chest. “I love you, okay?” He lifts her chin up, and kisses her. “So fucking much. We’ll face time everyday, I’ll call you every evening and wish you goodnight.”

“Okay.” She looked over a the clock, and sighed. “We have to go. Your flight is leaving soon.” He brushes hair behind her ear, bringing her eyes back to him.

“I love you. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“I love you, too.”

********

The car ride to the airport was long, and quiet. Pete was driving, he had one hand on the steering wheel, and one hand on Y/n’s leg, rubbing small circles into the center of her thigh.

She knew she was going to miss him so much, but she also knew she was going to be extremely busy with filming, so it wouldn’t be as bad.

Once they were at the gate, they tearfully hugged, and she kissed him. “All right, now get out of here. We’re not doing that rom-com turn back at the last second goodbye.” She laughed at him, tears steaming down her face a bit. He wiped one with his thumb, and kissed her again. “Love you. Now go, so I get to watch you walk away.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” She turns around, and starts walking back to her car. She knew he hated leaving her too, but he was a lot better at hiding emotions then she was, that was one of the only things she learned while dating him.

She got in her car, and put her head on her steering wheel.

She groans, and leans back. Starting her car, she pulled out of the airport, and drove home.

**********

The first few months were the worst. Y/n hated going to bed alone, the left side of the bed always cold.

She was filming almost every day, and seeing her co-workers and friends always cheered her up, after all she had been working with the same people for quite some time now, so she felt comfortable around them.

The fourth month was slowly becoming easier. She got use to coming home to no one there, and making dinner for herself. She still talked to Pete every day, texting him good morning, and Goodnight, and FaceTiming him a lot during the day.

Though she knew he loved her, she felt as though he was slightly pulling away. The FaceTime calls were short, and he never texted her back right away like he use to.

“And so, we we’re almost done with the shoot, so close I could practically taste the coffee in my trailer waiting for me, and then Kevin calls cut, and he makes us do the whole scene over again! I swear, I was about to strange that man. Ugh, I can’t wait til you come home. Only two more weeks, I can’t believe we made it.” Y/n rants, talking to Pete on the phone.

“Uh huh. Cool.” He wasn’t looking at her, instead his attention was somewhere else. Y/n frowns, tilting her head a bit.

“Pete…are, are you okay?” That seemed to catch his attention, and he finally looked at the screen.

“What? I’m fine.”

“Okay…you just seem so…different lately. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but you seem like you don’t have time for me anymore. Or if you do, you don’t like talking to me.” Pete scoffs.

“Of course I don’t have time for you right now. I’m in between shows, I’m driving to one as we speak. I mean, god forbid I get a minute to myself without my agents or you calling me.” Pete snapped.

“Wha-I’m just talking to you. If you didn’t want to, you could have said something.”

“That’s bullshit you would have thrown a fucking hissy fit or something.” He rolls his eyes.

“That’s not true. I understand when people are tired, believe me I would know.”

“Would you?”

“Yes!” She had tears stinging her eyes. “Of course I do, you’re forgetting what I do for a living. I work from 6 am to whenever we finish which most of the time is in the middle of the night. I have to re-do the same scene about ten times because RDJ won’t stop making jokes in the middle of the scene!”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot about your super-star actress life.”

“Why are you being so mean to me? I was only concerned about you.”

“Mean? What are you, five? I can’t-I can’t do this anymore.” She huffs, crossing her arms.

“What do you talking about? Are you breaking up with me?”

“Wh-”

“Because then fine. If you don’t want to be with me, I don’t have to take this shit. I’ll be with someone who, oh, I don’t know is actually here.”

“Oh that’s fucking rich, you know I can’t be there, don’t even do that.” She scoffs.

“I don’t care. You want to act like a petty bitch, I have no problem doing it right back.”

“No, I think you’re just a petty bitch.” She wipes her eye, and he laughs dryly. “Oh of course you’re crying.”

“Shut up. If you don’t want to be with me, fine. Go enjoy your show, Pete.” She hung up the phone, and turned off the ringer. She plugged it into her charger, and went into the bathroom, turning the shower on.

********

Pete rubbed his eyes, and took a drag of his cigarette. He knew he shouldn’t have snapped at her, it wasn’t her fault he was cranky, and needed to take it out on someone.

“I’m a dick.” He mumbles to himself, and bangs his steering wheel.

His phone rang again, and for a good second his heart leaping out of his chest, thinking it was his girlfriend, calling him back. He checked the phone, seeing it was Colson. He answered the call.

“What’s up, man?” Pete asks.

“The shows starting soon. You almost here?” Colson questioned. Pete looked at his google maps, seeing he was supposed to be there in ten minutes.

“I’m a good ten minutes away. I’ll be there.”

“You sound weird. What the fuck did you take without me?” Colson asks, trying to lighten the mood.

“Uh…Y/n and I just broke up. I think.” The line was silent for a few seconds.

“Why the fuck would you do that, you idiot? Are you kidding me?” Colson scoffs. “Man, what the fuck?”

“Shut up, man. I can’t stand talking on the phone with her. I’m busy, she’s busy, she plays a superhero for fuck’s sake. I didn’t even expect it to last this long to be honest.”

“Man, you fucking dumbass. That girl was probably the only good thing you had going for you. Get her the fuck back.I thought you loved her.”

“I did-I do. I do love her. I’m just so stressed right now, and excuse me for not wanting to hear about fucking Kevin Feige being a shitty director.”

“Hey, fuck-shit, you ever think that maybe this is more hard on her? Acting is fucking hard, you should know that, especially for a company like Marvel.

“Man, who’s side are you on?” Pete turns into the parking lot, and grabs his phone.

“You think I’m on your side here? You’re forgetting that we were friends before I met you. I can not believe you just fucked up the best thing in your life. Fix it, man. You’re going home in a week, fucking fix it.” And with that, Colson hung up, and put his phone away.

He kicked a rock across the pavement, and cursed under his breathe.

********

The worst thing about breaking up with someone you live with, who so happens to be long-distance is that their stuff fills the apartment with an existential amount of regret.

Y/n laid on her couch, flipping through the channels of the TV. She had called off work for the next few days, not feeling up to put on a performance for anyone. She knew she would get shit for it later, but she didn’t care.

Her head perked up when there was a knock on the door. She sighed, and got up, going over to the door. She really didn’t feel like company at the moment, and was sure she was going to send away whoever it was.

When she opened the door, her breathe caught in her throat. Pete stood in the doorway, looming over her. He looked like shit. She could tell he hadn’t slept, and probably didn’t eat anything, but she knew he didn’t look much better.

“Why-why didn’t you use your key?” Y/n asks, opening the door a bit for him.

“I uh, didn’t want to barge in on you. You also probably weren’t expecting me.”

“I wasn’t. I thought you didn’t get back until next week.” She says. It took every ounce of her not to jump into his arms, and kiss his face until she was sure she kissed every part of it.

“I took off early. Can we talk? Please. I was a dick. I was such a dick. I’m sorry, I know we grew apart in the last few months, and I promised we wouldn’t but we did, and I’m so sorry for that, baby.” He grabs her hand, and she slightly pulls it back, but let’s him grab it. “Please, forgive me. I love you, so much, okay? So fucking much, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

She felt tears welling up in her eyes, and she looked away from him. “What you said really hurt.”

“I know. And I’ll spend every day trying to make it up to you.” She quickly wrapped her arms around him, pushing her face into his chest. He didn’t hesitate to hug her back, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Fuck traveling.”

“Fuck traveling.”

#pete davidson #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson fanfiction #machine gun kelly #mgk imagine #angst

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In Another Life // Two Ghosts

Aaron Hotchner x y/n

March 2013

It’s current day at the BAU. I’m working at my desk like normal, every so often peeking over at Aaron’s office every few minutes. It’s just comforting knowing that he is so close to me while I work. Spencer, Alex and JJ work at their desks around me. I am very engrossed in my work, but look up when I hear footsteps up to me. I look up and jump in my seat when I see the face in front of me. It’s Haley, with her blonde hair, it was brown the last time I saw her. The last time I saw her laying in a pool of blood…

“Haley,” I blurt out.

“Hi Y/N,” she smiles. She adjusts her bag on her shoulder then looks around the BAU. “Is Aaron in his office?”

“Uh, yeah. Do you need to talk to him about Jack?” I ask, but she laughs at me.

“No,” she says with a crude smile. “I’m here for our date.”

I choke on the air I’m breathing. “D-Date?” I finally get out.

“Of course, a wife has got to keep her husband close,” she says.

“But you two are separated,” I say.

Haley tilts her head at me and pinches her eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

Based on how things are going I’m scared to say this next part. “But Aaron and I are together,” I say slowly.

Haley looks concerned, then quickly laughs. “Oh I get it. You’re his work wife. Very cute,” she says. “I should get going,” she says, but I get up and follow her.

“No, no, not just that,” I say over her shoulder. She’s walking towards Aaron’s office. “Aaron and I are in a committed relationship.”

Haley ignores me and walks into Aaron’s office with me on her heels. When we walk in Aaron looks up and smiles at me, or at least I think he’s smiling at me. “Hi honey,” Aaron says and I flash him a grateful smile.

“Thank goodness,” I say and walk past Haley to him. Although, once I reach Aaron he gives me a weird look. “Honey, are you okay?”

Aaron chuckles. “Y/L/N, you should probably stick to calling me Hotch.”

“W-What are you talking about?” I ask. But he ignores me and walks up to Haley and kisses her. On the lips. “Aaron,” I snap.

He turns around to face me, clearly annoyed. “Y/L/N, my wife and I could use some time alone,” Aaron says.

“But she’s not your wife. I-I’m your girlfriend!”

Both of them look at me with wild eyes. “Y/L/N, are you feeling alright?” Aaron asks.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I shout. “I know what’s real and I know that you’re my boyfriend.”

“Honey,” Haley hisses. “He will never be yours. He’s mine,” she smiles up at him again and they kiss.

I wake with a jolt, shaking the arms off my waist that previously rested there. I scramble in bed for a moment, but finally go still once I sit against the headboard. I haven’t been very quiet, so the person next to me also sits against the headboard.

“Honey,” Aaron croaks. “Are you alright?”

Oh my God, it’s just like my dream.

“I-I need to go,” I say then throw the cover off me and slip my shoes on.

Aaron chuckles. “Go where? It’s the middle of the night.”

I don’t answer him and just leave the room. I don’t know where to go so I settle on a bench outside the hotel. I wish I brought my jacket. It’s freezing out here and I’m only in a tank top. However, I am sitting by myself for less than five minutes because Aaron comes outside bundled up and holding a blanket for me.

“Thanks,” I grumble as I take the blanket and quickly wrap it around me. He sits down next to me with a long sigh.

“So what’s going on?” he asks.

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. “I just don’t feel right about this.”

“About what?” he asks.

“This baby,” I say and turn to my boyfriend. His face goes blank as he continues to make eye contact with me. “Aaron?” I snap. He shakes his head and comes back into reality. He reaches out and takes my hands in his.

“Do you not want to have this baby?” Aaron asks and I stay silent. I don’t know what to say. I eye Aaron again carefully. His face is full of concern. I have to tell him what’s been going on.

“Okay,” I hum while placing my palms on my eyes. “I’ve been having some…guilt about the baby.”

Aaron furrows his eyebrows. “What is there to be guilty about?” he asks.

My chest starts to grow tight and tears start to fight their way out of my eyes. After a moment of resisting, I let the tears fall as I gently weep. “Haley,” I murmur.

Aaron wraps me in his arms and holds me against his chest. “What about Haley?” he asks.

“I’ve just been feeling guilty like I am taking over her life. I don’t ever want to replace Haley in Jack’s or your lives, but I don’t know what I am suppose to do. Am I suppose to not marry you and not have babies with you? Am I suppose to not love Jack? I just don’t know anymore Aaron,” I rant. “Then I had this dream where Haley wasn’t acting like herself and saying that she would always have you and you would never be mine. And you were acting like we weren’t together.”

Aaron stays quiet for a few moments, but rubs circles in my back. “You know what I think we should do?” he asks and I look up at him. “We should talk to Haley. Jack and I talk to her occasionally before bed, but it sounds like you need to talk to her too.”

I am a little unsure. What am I suppose to say? But I agree anyway. “Okay,” I say.

“We’ll do it right when we get home,” Aaron says then kisses my forehead.

**********

I got out of the shower just a few minutes ago and am currently brushing out my hair. The whole team just returned from Minnesota a few hours ago. It was nearly dinner time so we picked up some food for the three of us then ate at home. I got in the shower right after dinner because I am beyond exhausted. I am planning on a long, solid sleep.

I open the bathroom door and see Aaron in his pajamas sitting on the edge of the bed. “Are you ready?” he asks.

“For bed, yes,” I laugh then pull back the covers.

“No,” Aaron says then grabs my hand. “To talk to Haley.”

I freeze. I didn’t realize we were still doing that. Maybe it will be a good thing though. I’ll do anything to stop this guilty feeling in my chest. I give my boyfriend’s hand a squeeze then let him lead me into Jack’s room.

There is a candle and a lighter resting on the floor with Jack sitting in front of them. “Jack, Y/N is gonna join us this time to talk to mommy. Is that okay?” Aaron asks.

Jack nods quickly and scoots over. “Thank you buddy,” I whisper as I sit down cross legged in front of the candle with Aaron next to me. Without warning, Jack sits in my lap and lets me wrap my arms around his tiny torso.

Aaron carefully lights the candle then turns to me and Jack. “Hi Mommy,” Jack says and my heart nearly breaks. “At school I am doing a lot of reading and I’m playing a lot of soccer.”

“Tell her how good you are,” Aaron whispers to him.

“I’m really good. I score all the time,” Jack says which causes me to chuckle.

“Hi Haley,” Aaron says. “I miss you and love you. Work is going well, but I know you would tell me that I’m working too hard. I’m spending lots of time with Jack and going to all of his games. I wish you could be here to see him play. And something very exciting is happening. Jack, do you want to tell her?”

“Mommy, I’m getting a little brother-,” Jack exclaims.

“Well we don’t know if it’s a girl or boy yet, but yes, there is going to be a baby,” Aaron says then he pauses and turns to me. “And we brought Y/N here to get some advice from you.”

I give Aaron a small smile then turn to the flickering light. I let out a shaky breath and nervously run my fingers down Jack’s hair. “Hi Haley,” I say. I pause for so long that Aaron finally turns to me. “Is there any chance I could talk to her alone?” I ask quietly.

Aaron nods. “Sure, Jack, let’s give Y/N and Mommy a moment together,” Aaron says then takes Jack’s hand and leads him out of the room. I let out a shaky breath before continuing.

“Hi Haley. I know we never really close while you were here, but I sort of feel like we’re bonded now. You know, both having been Aaron’s girlfriend at one point,” I say with a laugh. “Anyway, I’m sort of struggling. As Aaron said, I’m pregnant, but I’m feeling guilty that I’m stealing your life. You know, it should be you with Aaron and Jack and having Aaron’s second baby, not me,” I say as tears stream down my face. “But the hardest part is that I want to be with Aaron and care for Jack, but I feel like I’m living in your shadow.”

I’m quiet for a moment. “So I guess I’m asking your permission to be with them? Ugh,” I say then bury my face in my hands. “I honestly don’t know what I’m asking. I just don’t want to feel guilty anymore. I want to know that you are okay with me taking care of your husband and your son.”

I focus on the candle. I guess I expect there to be some sign to know that she’s listening, but there’s nothing.

“And I am really trying to keep my promise I made to you, to keep Aaron safe. But as you know, he’s got a mind of his own,” I say. “I want to make a new promise now too. I want to promise that I will love Jack and Aaron with all of my heart and never let them forget how much they are loved. I also want to promise that I won’t let them forget you. I always want you to be a part of our lives.”

Suddenly, the candle blows out on its own. It takes me a second to realize what happened. I stare at the smoke curling into the air and know that must be Haley’s way of saying “okay”.

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Study Buddy (Part 3)

3.4k Word Count

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, Dom/Sub relationship, humiliation kink, sir kink, degradation, bondage, sense deprivation, unprotected sex (there's fetus deletus in this world not ours so USE A CONDOM AND STAY SAFE YOU RABBITS unless like- there's a plan and stuff-) Blindfold, Gagging, use of a vibrator, choking, overstimulation,

Y/N= Your Name L/N= Your Last Name Y/H= Your House

I walk into the Gryffindor Common Room passing Fred and George and feel a light tap on my bum. I jump a little and Fred winks at me covertly. I walk over to the couches blushing. Me and Fred have been dating for about 5 months secretly. We have a bet going to see who finds out first, my friends or his. He strongly believes he will win but I’m firm in that George’s smart enough to solve the case. I sit next to Hermione drinking the butterbeer next to me and stop seeing her looking at me accusingly. “What?” I ask and she shrugs. “Just Fred slapping your ass...” She mutters and I cough surprised at her accusation. “W-what?!” I ask and she chuckles. “You two...” She mutters going back to her book.

George and Fred run back in grabbing me, Lee, Hermione, and a few others dragging us to their dorm. “Yes?” Hermione finally asks and they hold up firewhiskey chanting happily with the other boys. Me and Hermione just laugh shaking our heads. “What y/n? Scared?” Fred asks and I chuckle. “No. I just don’t think anyone in here can handle their alcohol.” I explain and they scoff.

***

A few hours and a few drinks later I am proven correct by a bunch of drunk teenagers presented in front of me, and myself only a little tipsy. Fred and George are giggling with Lee. Hermione and Harry are cuddling under a blanket. And I’m just watching this mess giggling. Fred moves over to me and I laugh as he lays his head on my thigh humming lightly. “Lets- play truth or- dare.” He says hiccupping through his sentence. “Yeah!” George slurs out and I laugh shaking my head.

A few rounds go by and Fred is still playing with my hands goofily. I keep pulling my hands from his chuckling and he finally whines putting his head in my stomach. “Why won’t you hold my hand….” He whines in my stomach and I look up to see the group isn’t paying attention. I pull him up and kiss his temple. “Darling they don’t know we’re dating...” I hum into his ear and he still whines reaching for my hand. I chuckle, finally giving in hiding our hands behind him. “Ok Fred.” George says, catching our attention. “You can either take a sip of the Veritaserum and confess your feelings about y/n… Or… Y/n has to sit on your lap for the rest of the game.” He tells him and my eyes widen. He gets up to grab the bottle but I swing my legs around him facing away from the group. “Well we know what y/n wanted...” George scoffs and I hold up a middle finger behind me making the group laugh. Fred smiles nuzzling his head against my neck as I do the same. “I love you...” He whispers in my ear and I perk up looking at him. He widens his eyes and starts stuttering. “I love you too...” I whisper in his ear and I can feel him smile against my neck.

An hour later everyone's asleep but me and Fred. He’s whispering cute things in my ear as I giggle lightly and he nips at my neck making more giggles spring from my mouth. “You’re so pretty… You should always have your hair like this.” He whispers quietly and I giggle playing with his shirt. “It is always like this.” I reply and he smiles goofily. “Even better.” He mumbles. “God you're hot… Are you single?” He says and I laugh shaking my head. “Freddie… I’m your girlfriend...” I tell him and he smiles silently celebrating. I kiss him to stop his excited noises from waking everyone up and he immediately melts into my kiss closing his eyes softly. I move to his neck as he lightly moans pressing his lips against my skin to muffle it. I nip the side of his ear as he lightly groans against my skin. “Darling can we please leave? I can’t handle this anymore… I need to touch you...” He whimpers into my ear and I chuckle. “Aw… But we can’t… They would notice...” I say. He’s usually very dominant but in his tipsy state he is acting as if he was always a submissive partner. I want to see how long this will last before he decides to take the dominant role back.

He groans in my ear as I kiss his neck. “T-they won’t notice I p-promise...” He whimpers into my ear and I nod pouting a little. “But you're all intoxicated… It would be taking advantage.” I tell him and his face is now red as he tries to keep his moans down. “I promise… Please let me touch you... and your drunk too!” He mumbles and I bite my lip. “One, I'm buzzed. Two, we need to get you to bed before you get all horny.” I whisper, taking his hand. I get up walking him out and he follows.

We get into my room and I help him inside the bathroom. “Strip.” I say and he scoffs. “You… don’t tell me what to do.” He retorts falling a bit. “But I do.” I say and he scoffs. I nod and walk over peeling his clothes as he whines. I kiss his cheek shoving him inside the shower once it warms up. When I try to walk out he whines louder. “What bubba?” I ask and he crosses his arms. “I want you..” He mumbles and I laugh. “Freddie… You’re drunk I’m not going to get naked with Drunk You.” I tell him and he pouts. “I won’t get handsy. I promise!” He tells me and I kiss his cheek softly. “I know… I just don’t trust myself.” I tell him with a wink. “No no no you can’t say that and leaveeeeee.” He whines and I laugh. He pulls me and I yelp. I get immediately drenched and start laughing at the feeling. “Fred!” I yell at him and he chuckles pulling me in for a kiss. “I shouldn’t be in here...” I say chuckling and he laughs. “The last time you said that you ended up giving in...” He hums with a giggle hiding behind his voice. I laugh nodding and he kisses me. The kisses are sloppy but still perfect as he tries his best to stand up. He keeps trying to get to my neck as I giggle trying my best not to give in but sadly my boyfriend is far too hot for that.

“Godric… I wish I could always hold you like this… No hiding… No stolen kisses… I don’t have to smack your arse with people assuming the truth… I just want us to be known ya know? No girls flirting with me… No boys always chasing you… Just us...” He mumbles into my neck and I pull away smiling at him. “You mean that?” I ask and he nods kissing me. “I love you y/n…” He tells me and I kiss him jumping up to wrap my legs around his hips

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The next day I wake up beside Fred who looks a mess. “Fred...” I sing and he mumbles something digging his head into my chest which he was using as a pillow. “You need to wake uppp.” I whisper in his ear and he mumbles again. “Freddie… What will get you up?” I ask and he raises his head a little squinting at me. “A potion to make this hangover go away...” He tells me and I nod getting up. He quickly tries to get me back but I’m too quick and he groans. “What happened last night?” He asks after moments of silence. “Nothing much… You were dared to either confess how you truly felt about me or I had to sit on your lap...” I tell him as I gather herbs from my drawers. “Oh?” He asks sitting up. I nod and he watches as I make the potion. “Well… What did I do?” He asks and I laugh. I start to grind the herbs together as I pour in some oils. “You were going to confess that you loooved me but I sat on your lap.” I tell him and he chuckles shyly. “You were so handsy too. Couldn’t keep your hands off of me.” I tell him and he gets up worried. “I’m so sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable. Godric, I’m so sorry.” He tells me and I laugh shaking my head. “It was cute. And you would always stop- usually when I had enough.” I tell him and he nods. “I drank way too much- and I am good at handling my drinks.” He tells me and I laugh. I finish the potion and motion for him to sit against the headboard.

I start to rub the solution on his temple. It glows for a second and disappears. I kiss him and he smiles against my lips, sighing contently. I nod in agreement and he kisses me again. “So… Anything else?” He asks and I chuckle sitting on his lap. “Nothing really… You were adorable.” I tell him choosing not to involve the drunk ‘I love you’ and his upset rant about wanting us to be public.

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I walk into the party and Fred immediately locks eyes with me. He walks over and eyes my short skirt that barely covers my bum. “Aren’t you supposed to be a cute follow the rules girl?” He asks and I laugh. “Why are you asking?” I ask him and he smirks. He moves me into a secluded area where you can only see inside at an angle lifting my chin. “Y/n… That skirt is extremely inappropriate. I don’t remember breaking any school rule… So why are you breaking mine?” He asks and I chuckle. I jump a little feeling him grip my thighs. “Darling. You need to listen to my rules.” He tells me as he massages my bum. “Well… I wanted to dress nice today.” I tell him and he picks me up wrapping my legs around him. I laugh looking around shocked at his boldness. “Godric I don’t care I need you...” He mumbles kissing me passionately. I kiss him back and feel his tongue slip past my lips. He takes his time exploring my mouth as I moan to every movement.

“Freddie...” I mumble and he looks at me through his long hair smiling. “Yes bunny?” He asks using the nickname he saves for special moments. “We are going to get caught.” I tell him laughing and he nods sadly. “One more kiss?” He asks pouting. I laugh nodding as he kisses me again. We take longer to separate and finally do, needing some form of oxygen. We laugh out of breath placing our foreheads together smiling goofily. “I love you Fred Weasley...” I mumble and he smiles. “I love you Y/n L/n” He replies and we hear George nearby. He drops me and I pull out my wand apparating across the room. I see George catch Fred and he walks out flattening his button down.

I watch as George introduces Fred to a girl I know from my house. She always talks about a new boy every week. Annoys the hell out of me. I walk over to grab a drink. When I turn around I catch eyes with a familiar ginger. He smiles winking at me and George taps my shoulder. “Y/n- Y/nnnn you’re staringggg.” He hums and I snap back. “Hm?” I ask and he scoffs. “You need to tell him how you feel.” He tells me and I laugh. “Please. He doesn’t like me like that.” I lie and he shakes his head. “If you continue ignoring your feelings for him he’ll get snatched up.” He tells me and I sigh. “That girl? Fiona? She asked me to introduce her to him. She fancies him.” He tells me and I nod sighing.

A few drinks and dances later I’m keeping my eyes on Fred as he talks with a few girls. A few guys have hit on me but I reject their advances. I see Fiona finally drag him to the dance floor and my blood boils seeing it. A few more minutes later a guy comes up to me smiling and Fred’s still dancing.

“Edward.” He tells me, holding out his hand. “That’s a lovely name, am I to assume it's yours?” I ask with a small laugh. “Sorry… That was a bit random huh?” He asks and I nod laughing lightly. “You are… Beautiful by the way.” He tells me and I smile warmly. “Thank you… If a boy this handsome thinks I’m pretty, wow.” I say and he smiles a bit wider. “So… Do you have a date hanging around?” He asks and I glance over at Fred and he’s staring directly at me cocking his head with his tongue in his cheek. “Actually… I don’t think so… There's this boy but he’s off dancing with a girl.” I tell him and he looks as if he witnessed a cosmic event. “Why?! If I had you I’d never even look at a girl.” He tells me and I laugh placing my hand on his knee. “You are too kind.” I reply and he smiles at me.

I talk with Edward for a while and I hear Fred getting everyone's attention. “For everyone's knowledge! Severus Snape has officially gotten what he deserved for those horrible grades.” He yells to the crowd and George stands up with him. “Thanks to yours truly.” He says with a bow. “What did you do?!” A girl in the crowd asks and he snaps at her. “Let’s just say, he’ll have the hiccups for a while.” Fred yells out and George nods laughing.

I look at Edward who is laughing his arse off. “Those two...” I say. I excuse myself and walk over. Fred looks at me challengingly. “Yes?” He asks me and I scoff. “Pranking a professor?!” I ask and he nods smiling. “Best prank yet.” He tells me and I scoff. “What the hell got into your mind to do that?!” I ask and he nods at Edward. “How was your boyfriend?” He questions and I scoff. “You hypocritical, jealous, bastard!” I tell him and he looks at me angrily. “Do I need to do graffiti? Do not try me. No cursing.” He tells me pointing at me and I scoff. “Fuck. Damn. Shit. Pussy. Cunt. Dick.” I tell him and he shakes his head. “Bedroom. Now. You better be stripped naked sitting like a princess when I get there.” He spits in my ear and I look at him angrily. “No.” I say stomping my foot. “You bratty little...” He mumbles and I stomp over to Edward. “Lets dance.” I tell him, grabbing his hand. “O-Ok!” He replies as I drag him to the dance floor.

He holds my hips against his as I dance and I see Fred eyeing me angrily as Fiona fawns over him. We dance for a while as Edward grinds against me and we just move in sync. I look over and he’s walking over done with my teasing. He grabs my arm dragging me to a table pulling me up. “What- What are you doing Fred?!” I ask and he looks at me. “Sir.” He corrects and I blush. He pulls me in and kisses me harshly in front of everyone. I pull away shocked and he smirks. I finally crash my lips into his as he holds my arse keeping me where I was. “I knew it!” I hear Hermione yell and we laugh continuing the kiss. “Sir… I need you...” I whisper in his ear and he smiles.

We get to his dorm deep into a kiss as he shrugs his button down off quickly, mumbling the spells to silence and lock the door. “Get undressed. Now.” He growls and I nod. He sits on his chair rubbing up and down his cock as he watches me get undressed. I sit down between my legs looking at him through my eyelashes innocently. “Go on… Lay down.” He tells me and I follow his orders.

He moves each hand to tie them to the corners of the bed. “What’s the safe word my dear?” He asks with a hint of concern. “Avocadoo. Which I highly request we change. Its idiotic.” I tell him and he chuckles. “You know the other idea...” He hums chuckling. “I will not ever say Mischief Managed during sex.” I tell him and he chuckles kissing me and slowly going down to my neck leaving small bruises all over my skin from his lips. I slowly turn my light demeanor to moans and begs as he massages my chest lightly kissing my shoulders. “You were a bad girl today weren’t you?” He asks and I nod biting my lip and he grabs my chin. “So you know you were being bad.” He says sternly and my eyes widen shaking my head. “And… I broke zero rules… I think my bad girl needs punishment.” He tells me and I gasp lightly as he places a blindfold on my eyes but I feel his warm lips kissing me to calm me a little. “Just a blindfold darling...” He tells me and I nod.

I hear a vibrator and start moving my legs trying to get free until a slap against my bum tells me no. “Good girl...” He mumbles watching me calm. “Now continue being a good girl while I fuck you senseless.” He tells me and I feel him place the vibrator on my clit and I try fighting his hold moaning loudly at the extremely high setting. “Now… You are going to get this until I feel you’ve learned your lesson. So my question is… What are you darling?” He asks and I don’t listen. “What. Are. You?” He demands and I ignore him again only to earn him to raise the vibrator to its highest setting.

“I’m a slut!” I moan loudly and he laughs. “What are you?” He asks again and I moan begging him. “A slut!” I moan again and he holds my throat. “Who’s slut? Edwards?” He asks and I shake my head. “I’m your slut!” I moan and he tightens his hold a little. “Say it again. 5 more times.” He tells me. Just as I begin moaning out the sentence again he shoves a gag in my mouth making me gasp. I try to say it through the gag and I almost finish when he plays loud music and I feel tears well up in my eyes. “Please sir!” I moan and he ignores me either not hearing or not caring.

A few minutes later I’ve came twice, he finally turns off the music. “Are you my slut?” He asks and I nod. “Can you try one more time, my perfect toy?” He asks and I nod tired. He pulls off the vibrator cleaning it with a spell and removes my blindfold kissing my small tears from my cheeks untying the ties on my legs. “Are you sure? You could cause an earthquake with those legs… And you're really shaky.” He says cheekily and I chuckle leaning my head back. “You have me in bed Weasley, I think you can stop flirting.” I tell him and he laughs kissing my neck as I moan still tired. “But I love flirting with you...” He mumbles and I feel his legs go on either side of my hips. “Ok. Last time: You are sure? Cause I can wank off on my own if you’re tired.” He asks and I laugh. “Freddie I’m ok.” I tell him and he nods, kissing me softly. I feel him place a pillow under my hips aligning himself with my entrance.

“Fuck...” He moans as he slides inside. He lets me adjust then slowly starts to go back and forth speeding up until he’s at a good speed. He kisses my breasts leaving bruises as he rams into me. He finishes quickly, probably from wanking off while I was under the vibrator. He collapses on my chest kissing me lightly. “I love you...” He mumbles repeating it after every kiss. He unties me carrying me to the bathroom. “Bubble bath?” He asks and I nod excitedly.

After the bath we walk out in new clothes to see George and Hermione smirking at us. “KNEW IT- THEY WERE!” Hermione says as he hands her a sack of money. “What the hell Fred?! Couldn’t you just be a pussy and not ask her out?!” He asks and we laugh. “Hey darling? Hermione found out.” He sings in my ear and I laugh walking over to my purse grabbing the money. I shove it into his chest and he smiles at me goofily. He pulls me in and I yelp as he kisses me. “I hate you both.”

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henqtic · 3 years

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learning- d.m

- summary: one where Draco learns how to do your hair, you being a poc- more specifically a black girl with curly hair :)

- word count: 1.4k

- warnings: mentions of being insecure about your hair

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“Draco I love you but— just not that much,” you said through a grimace, only making him roll his eyes again.

Draco was always one to offer you help on wash days, knowing how much time it took you to do all of that on your own and honestly, you appreciated that.

But today as the conditioner was getting combed through your hair, he brought up the idea of doing it for you— And no he didn’t mean the basic task of combing a product through your hair, but he meant actually doing it.

And it wasn’t that you thought he could... Of course not. And as dramatic as it sounds, you didn’t want to take the risk. What you mean by that is that Draco is someone you would classify as a mom friend.

Being called a mom friend wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, it was one of those good titles that any person would want to have in a friend group. And even though Draco didn’t seem like the type, he was always that person to make sure everyone else was taken care of— even if it was in his own way.

It could vary from making sure everyone’s assignments were done in time to them eating enough and the really surprising one— comforting people.

And you could tell that he wasn’t completely comfortable or familiar with it but he tried his best when he needed to.

You had caught him many times in some corner trying to comfort some first year Slytherins a few days into the school year because they missed their parents and when he did see you, he’d give you a look of ‘this never happened’.

But being a mom wasn’t an easy job, there were times where’d they’d get angry because a kid had the great idea to draw on the walls instead of on the paper right beside them. And to say Draco fit that role perfectly was an understatement.

He once not only scolded Daphne for forgetting her sunscreen when you went on a trip to the beach but he also provided her a lengthy lecture on how she could’ve easily have gotten sunburned and we would’ve had to drive around with a flaky friend.

You couldn’t lie that it was amusing to see an adult get scolded by another adult like a five year old but to be on the receiving end didn’t sound too fun.

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And you had to admit that sometimes you did miss that routine you had with your mom on early Sunday mornings.

She’d tell you to get the bucket of hair supplies and you’d take your place to sit in between her legs, allowing her to start combing and brushing your hair into whatever style she saw fit for the next few days.

The small conversations that were held between you and her weren’t important in any way— you couldn’t remember half of the words spoken now but it meant a lot to you in the sense that it was a calm- ish period for you and her to talk about mother and daughter things.

But every good thing just had to have a downside and this one was a shared experience amongst many people in your community.

Uncooperative hair.

And it seemed that you had one of the most. You tried, really, but you could never keep your head still or neck at a specific angle for too long, and that only led to hair tugging and you in almost tears.

And maybe thinking was a little flawed. But you were still scared that Draco would do just the same if you allowed him.

And that’s exactly what you voiced and of course, he said that wasn’t a good enough argument and continued to go on and on about all of the reasons you should let him and how it would have benefits for the both of you.

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“You know, it would show how much I care,” he said, providing yet another reason as to why you should let him do it.

“You’re showing how much you care right now— I promise,” you assured, eyes skimming the bathroom to find the heated shower cap.

“But what if there’s a day where you’re too tired to do it and then I could do it all by myself?”

He was close to convincing you but he failed to remember the fact that there actually were days where you were too tired to do it but you still woke up very early just to do some style that you had set in your mind.

And even then, your eyes were barely opened so if you had to do it now, you would be too phased.

“What about our future kids? What’s supposed to happen when I have no idea how to do their hair?”

Kids. They weren’t something you actively talked about but it was for sure something you wanted to have in the future. And he was right, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

Even if the hair type that he had was far from many black people, it wouldn’t make sense for a child’s own father to not know the basic needs of their hair— including how to do it.

“Fine— but if I feel one tug I won’t hesitate to get up and leave,” you threatened, pointing a comb at him and playfully narrowing your eyes at him to add effect. He only snatched it out of your hand while smiling in success and happiness.

“You won’t regret it.”

Deja vu; it was the only term that could describe what you were feeling at this moment of finding yourself in between someone’s legs, waiting for them to do your hair.

And while Draco was a little clueless, it was cute. You really didn’t mean to laugh when asked what happened to one of the combs that were missing a third of its teeth, but the look of pure shock on his face was too funny for you to resist the laugh that bubbled out.

And telling the truth, the experience wasn’t half as bad as you expected it to be. There weren’t too many snags or tugs along the way or rough actions— it was calm and gentle. And having to assist him on what product to put on your hair and when to do it was rare.

It was heartwarming really, knowing that he had actually been paying attention when he’d sit there and watch you in the bathroom for an hour or so after your hair had been washed.

That he had been listening when you’d rant about how hard it was dealing with your hair and how it would never look the right way even though there is no right way for natural hair to look.

It was the pure knowledge that he actually meant the words he spoke to you that made you so happy; how he’d hold your face in both of his hands and tell how beautiful both you and your hair were and the only reason you should ever think about relaxing it was if you wanted to do it for yourself and not because it would be more accepted by judge full eyes.

It was nice to know that he wasn’t just saying those things because he felt some sort of obligation but that it came from the heart.

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Nothing could’ve prepared you for what you were looking at now; not only did your hair look moisturized but the style had come out somewhat good.

You were a little surprised and Draco noticed that too. “You look surprised,” he pointed out in a smug tone, eyes finding their way to look into your wide ones through the mirror. “I’m not surprised, I'm just— how did you do so well?” You questioned, body turning to face his.

“Love don’t tell me you— Di- Did you really doubt me?” He gasped, dramatically placing his right hand over his heart to further feign his ‘hurt’.

“Okay, I did doubt you in—”

gasp

“In the beginning, but now that I actually saw how you did, I regret it. And thank you for being willing to learn,” you continued, this time not getting interrupted by his dramatics.

“It was the least I could do for you,” he assured, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “Me and your mum weren’t talking about your abnormally sized head for nothing.”

“Hey! My head is a perfectly normal size.”

“Yeah alright,” he said unconvinced, cracking his knuckles and shaking his hand. “My hands had to pay the price too.”

“You're an idiot Draco—”

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kattwritesuwu · 3 years

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Can I request a Clingy!monsterTom x Depressed!Reader? Maybe with cutting and suicidal thoughts?

I sure can!!! I LOVE angst!!!!!

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Fandom: Eddsworld

Character: Tom

Reader: Depressed

Fic type: Comfort/angst

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING: This WILL heavily mention suic/de, blood, and perhaps other triggering topics, read at your own risk!!

Notes: People, I'm not trying to make depression and similar illness romantic, this is simply for comfort.

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I hate everything.

Well, not everything, but the majority, y'know? Everything just...sucks. Life in general, it's all terrible.

People are terrible. Sure, I've found a few choice people that aren't the bane of my existence, but even they have their flaws.

Am I saying that I'm some heaven sent angel? Hell no I'm not. I'm just as terrible if not more! I hate everyone, including myself.

Am I lying? Yeah. Do I have a crush on someone? Yeah. Am I gonna do something about it? Nope.

Why should I? It's not like I'll be here longer anyways...

I'm planning to kill myself.

Am I scared? Kind of. But at this point I don't care. I'm always scared anyways. Always on my guard around people.

Most people don't know the fear and pain of constantly feeling...numb.

It's not like I never feel anything, it's just so rare. My most common emotion is pain. I just want to curl up in a ball and die. But all I can ever being myself to do is cry, and even that's a rare occurrence at this point.

I feel so alone.

Friends? Yeah I have a few.... they're all a bit odd in their own way. Can't complain though, they're like family to me.

My real family? Not many immediate ones, plus, I moved to England five years ago. They called me everyday for the first couple of months. Nowadays, I can barely get a text back... I get that they have their own lives in their respective country, but man, it just makes me so cold-feeling...

I guess where I was going with this, is that I'm scared. Not of my inevitable death, but everything else.

I'm scared of anything and everything now that I think about it. I don't exactly mean common fears they talk about in elementary school, I'm talking real world problems.

I'm scared of failure, not sure why. I've failed enough in my life....it shouldn't even faze me at this point.

Im especially scared of people.

My friends? Yeah them too. What if I make a fool of myself and they think I'm an idiot? What if I make the wrong move, and they hate me? They probably hate me enough as it is...

That why I won't confess to Tom. He'll hate me afterwards. There's just no point in ruining something for nothing in return.

These were the thoughts that ran through my head as my arms and legs were sliced up by a blade driven by my own hands. It's wasn't like it hurt. All it really did was sting, I'm just that used to being hurt, I suppose.

As I was wrapping up my little 'session' I heard a knock on my door,

"(Y/N)! You in there? It's dinner time! I made breakfast for dinner!" A British accent leaked through my door.

I didn't scramble around at the thought of him walking in, my door was locked after all. It's not like I'm that stupid.

" I'll be there in a few minutes, Edd." I spoke back in a raspy voice, not bothering to yell. Edd has good ears, he can somehow hear a whisper from across the house.

It takes me a minute or two to get up and walk into the bathroom that connects to my room. I stumble a bit with the loss of blood.

Once I get in there I take a quick shower, just barely long enough to stop the bleeding and make it appear as if you just took an actual shower.

Once I get out of the shower, I slip on my (favorite color) hoodie.

That was an easy part of hiding my self abuse. Everyone in the house wore a hoodie of their own designated color.

I also slipped on a longer article of clothing to go onto my legs. Couldn't let them see my thighs either.

Once I finished the rest of my cleaning up, I headed out of my little bathroom, and in front of my door. I took a deep breath, put on a smile, and walked out.

I got about halfway down the stairs before a screech startled me, causing me to trip a bit,

" (Y/N) IS HERE! YAY!" The high pitch British scream could only belong to the narcissistic ginger known as Matt.

Once I got my balance back into my feet, I continued down the stairs and greeted Matt with a wave.

" Yeah she lives here, idiot. She's not going anywhere." A deeper voice had spoken, I turned around and Tom was there as expected. I smile shrunk a bit at his last comment.

" Sup (y/n)." You snapped out of your thoughts and responded with a casual 'yo.'

The three of us then heard a thick accent cursing in the kitchen, no doubt it was Tord,

" For jævla skyld! Just let me have the last piece!!"

Sure enough, when we walked into the kitchen, Edd and Tord were fighting over the last piece of bacon. I let out a sigh, and the two boys finally acknowledged our existence. That alone didn't stop their argument though.

I didn't even bother attempting to break up the fight, I never could anyways. Their little fuss always ends one of two ways. Edd steals the bacon from under Tord's nose, or vise versa.

I just grabbed a small portion of food, and sat down.

I knew I would be gone by the end of tonight...but I wanted to taste Edd's cooking one last time.

Something interesting happened, instead of one of the two boys getting the bacon, they halved it and sat down. Of all my four years living in this house with these people, they've never shared their bacon.

Strange.

Dinner wasn't as talkative as it usually was when we all ate at the table. Usually we'd all have a big group discussion about our day, or week. Tonight was quiet, giving me an opportunity,

" Hey, guys?" Each one of their heads turned to me, and Edd signalled me to continue,

" I just wanted to say, thank you." Their brows furrowed but I held out a hand to tell them to let me finish,

" You four have helped me with so much over the past few years. From when you let me live here when I couldn't find proper housing situations, to letting me borrow the car. I just wanted to formally tell you all how grateful I really am. You are truly the kindest people I've ever met." As I went on talking, I realized how bad of an idea this actually was.

I mean, will they get suspicious? I'm just showing gratitude right? It shouldn't sound like a cry for help or anything...

As I snapped out of thought for the fiftieth time today, I notice that all of the boys have some type of smile on their face, even Tom!

Edd was smiling like a proud mother,

Matt was smiling giddily,

Tord had a smug, 'cool guy' smile,

And Tom had the smallest smile that made my heart melt.

I awkwardly continued my fake smile, and sat down.

Conversation continued on as would on a normal night, with the topic being past pleasant memories.

I volunteered to wash the dishes, it was the least I could do. There was only one problem. For some ungodly reason, Tom had insisted on helping me.

I couldn't figure out why at first, untill it dawned on me that he probably needed something from me.

So as I scrubbed the forgetten food off of the ceramic plate, he rinsed and dried them. We did this in silence, aside from the running water. Tom's the first one to break the tension filled silence,

" So, how have you been?" It was such a simple question, I could have simply faked a toothy grin, and said that I was great. I could have thanked him for asking. I could have asked him back.

But I only did one of those things.

" I've been doing just as good as I always do." I reply with a small sad smile. I tear my eyes away from the dish water," How about you? You've been awfully quiet tonight."

He chuckles lowly," Just had a lot on my mind, trying to face some of my problems, that's all." I stop what I'm doing and look over at him,

" Do you want to talk about it? I think the others are asleep already."

Normally when Tom is having any type of problem, he comes to me for advice, or even just for someone to listen to him rant when he's drunk. I even gave him a spare key to my room if he ever needs me while I'm asleep. He's offered the same for me, but I told him that I have a counselor. I try not to lie to my housemates all the time, only when necessary.

He simply shakes his head in response," Nah, this is one I have to deal with on my own," I sigh,

" Alright then, but keep my offer in mind. Just try to remember to see me before I go to bed, I'm...going to bed early tonight. I have something to do tommorow." He nods in understanding.

After we finish the dishes, we say our goodnights,

" I'll see you in the morning, (y/n)." I give one last fake smile,

" Same to you, Tom. Sleep well." I see him nod and walk down the hall as I close my door and lock it for the final time.

I walk into my bathroom and look into the mirror. All I see is a monstrosity of a person glaring back at me.

The bags under my eyes had only gotten worse after the sleepless nights I spent writing my suicide note.

I decided to skip reading over it one last time, I want nothing that could alter my decision at hand here. If I read my dying love letter that's written to Tom, I might stop myself in some kind of silly hope that everything could be okay again. It was too late for all that now.

So, I grabbed my blade that had served me well over the years, and stepped into the bathtub. I didn't cry, I didn't shake in fear of what I was about to do. I sadly smiled instead. As I took my hoodie off, revealing a tank top that no one knew I owned. I set my hoodie softly onto the floor, and turned on the hot water.

I took a deep breath in, and sigh, grabbing my blade and getting to work on my first artery. It took me a couple tries to find it.

But once I did, it started the red tint in the once clear bath water. I took in a shaky breath, adjusting to the dizziness of loosing so much blood so quickly.

At this point I couldn't even hear the bathwater running, everything was muffled.

I reached to turn it off, and a hand was placed onto mine. It takes me a good second to register that there was someone next to the tub, yelling my name right next to my face.

I try my best to focus on who could have caught me. Yet it's so difficult to take in my surroundings at this point.

So as I stare at the person beside my bathtub with fading eyes. I feel pressure on my wound, and see something being wrapped around it.

I start panicking, trying to say no, to let me die.

But I just can't. I just watch as my life is saved against my will.

Suddenly I can see that I'm moving, I can't figure out how until I notice the arms carrying me bridal style to a soft surface. That's when I lost consciousness for the next hour.

I didn't exactly 'wake up' more like fazed into existence. It's like I just gradually became aware of what was around me.

I became aware of the sobs coming from my bedside, and of the pressure squeezing my hand.

I forced my eyes open and tried to sit up. Yet I instantly regretted my decision, pain shot throughout my body. I glance over to my hand and up the....purple arm....

Who is this? Or perhaps I should say, what is this?

It's some kind of...monster? Hybrid? It looked kind of human... I could only see the torso and up. Even then, the arms grew bigger the farther down the arms stretched, and turned a deeper and deeper shade of purple. Horns poked out of the head laying slightly onto my shin, poking me a bit.

" Am-" I hold my throat. That hurt. I clear my throat of the mucus and start again as the unknown monster wakes up,

" Am I dead?"

The monsters head shoots up, and I can't help but recognize the 'eyes' that I've grown to love.

" T-Tom..."

He tries to smile for me, but it twists into a sad frown as his black orbs start to water,

" (Y/n)....(y/n) you're...y-you're okay! You're okay..." He said this over and over again as he cupped my cheeks with his transformed hands.

I grab onto his forearm to steady his shaking. This was starting to scare me.

I had never seen this man shed a tear in front of me, yet alone bawl into my shoulder like he was doing now,

" Tom, it's okay, I'm right here." I whispered this, and many other reassurances into his ear. Confirming to him that it was going to be okay and that, to my displeasure, I wasn't going anywhere.

He seemed to get angry after a few minutes, he ripped himself away from me and took hold of my shoulders,

" WHAT IF YOU WEREN'T RIGHT HERE? WHAT IF I HADN'T OF WALKED IN!! WHAT THEN HUH? YOU WOULDN'T BE RIGHT HERE!!! YOU'D BE GONE!! I would have...lost you..." He slid down the side of my bed as he finished his outburst. He sat crying into his knees.

I didn't know what to do. Is he mad at me? But despite the questions, I acted without thinking.

I began to run my fingers through his hair, almost brushing it. He seemed surprised at first, before he leaned into my touch.

" I'm sorry Tom. I didn't think it would effect you like this..." All was silent for a few moments. Until,

" Why..?" He sniffled a few times before I could respond.

" Why? Why what?" He looked up to me,

" Why would you try to leave me?" I couldn't even bring myself to say anything after that. Tom seemed to sense the frog in my throat, and continued,

" You don't realize, (y/n). You don't realize how special you are. To your family, your friends. I mean bloody hell (y/n)! What about us?! Edd would be heartbroken! And how are we supposed to explain something like that to Matt?" I avoided the possible eye contact and twidled my thumbs in my lap,

" What about me (y/n)? How am I supposed to go on living with myself if you, the love of my life, killed herself?" My mind went blank. He took my hand in between both of his,

" I know this isn't the greatest time for this, but if it'll boost your self esteem even a little bit, I don't care about embarrassing myself. (Y/n) (L/n), I am deeply in love with you, and have been since you moved in. I've loved you since you helped me to bed when I came in drunk all those years ago. I've loved you since you beat my Pac-Man score at the arcade, I acted so mad, but you were just so cute so excited like that... (Y/n)... Please let me help you love yourself by loving you..."

By the time he was done with his speech, I was in tears, a small frown on my face. He seemed to get the wrong idea as he instantly dropped my hand and got up,

" I got the message, I'll just uhm... I'll just g-" I grabbed his hoodie strings and pulled him in for a kiss.

We could both tell that there would be many more to come.

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I'm sorry if it's extremely long, I just love to write angst haha...

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epicfangirl01 · 3 years

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Random HCs of The Bois™️ Finding Out About AFAB!MC's Period

Honestly, I'm only writing this because of Mammon's reaction that popped into my head, and I wanted to see how the others would react. Also, these are on the basis that you and the brother are dating a couple months after your arrival.

TW: 18+ because some of the brothers are needy af

Lucifer

You knock on Lucifer's door shortly after school, feeling anxious. Your period came in the middle of your final class, when you realized you were out of pads and tampons. As you were in the Devildom, there isn't a stock of supplies for your already miserable week. And the only way to go to the human world was through Lucifer or Diavolo. As much as you love the gentle giant, you would rather talk about the situation with your boyfriend.

Lucifer tells you to come in, and the eldest brother's eyes soften as he glances up at you. His gaze doesn't linger, however, turning back to his stack of paperwork.

"Do you miss me already, MC? The academy bells have just finished ringing." You shift nervously, your period making you feel uncomfortable, before speaking up.

"I do, but that's actually not why I'm here... I need to go to the human world to pick some things u-" Lucifer sighs, scratching the paper with his pen.

"Darling, I'm sorry, but I am very busy. Besides, you just got home from school. You can wait to go on a shopping spree with Mammon and Asmodeus." You step closer, frowning, and you try to explain.

"No, Lucifer, that's not-" Lucifer's eyes narrow in irritation, still glancing at his paperwork, but his words become a firm warning.

"MC, you must finish your homework. You can go shopping this weekend." Your lower stomach twists in pain, cramps rapidly increasing, and you snap.

"Lucifer, my vagina is FUCKING BLEEDING, DAMMIT!!! I need to go to the store!" The demon's eyes widen as he drops his pen, and he looks up at you, surprised.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say...?" Frustration overwhelms you, until you catch the confusion and concern in his eyes.

"In all your years of existence, you haven't heard of a period before???" Lucifer doesn't say anything, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"I really am overworking myself, aren't I? I suppose it's been a while since I've been to the surface...." You shake your head, chuckling, and you relax when Lucifer is finally ready to listen. You take a couple minutes to explain what is happening, and what you need to take care of yourself. When you're finished, Lucifer nods, glad that you will be okay.

"I apologize for my behavior. I will be more supportive in the future. Here, have some money for your errands. Will $100 dollars be sufficient?" (Yes, Luci, yes it is.)

Mammon

You sit down on Mammon's leather couch, shifting to a semi-comfortable position, and enjoying a movie night with your lovable boyfriend. Mammon grabs some blankets for you, before plopping onto the couch. He smiles at you, and holds you close, making sure that you are settled. You watch the movie for a while, enjoying the movie, when you catch a mischievous glint in your boyfriend's eyes.

"Mammon, wha-"

He smiles and pulls you into his lap, gently kissing you neck. You sigh a bit, uncomfortable with sitting in general, but loving his kisses and nips. You didn't expect Mammon's hand to cup your crotch, but you especially didn't expect him to scream in your ear.

"WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO?!?"

The pissed off side of your brain fumes for a moment, until your eyes meet Mammon's. You burst out laughing at the panic on Mammon's face, realizing that he felt your pad. The demon of greed doesn't appreciate your laughing, feeling genuinely worried for his beloved human. When you calm down, you turn back to him.

"Mammon, I'm fine. It's still there. I'm just.... kinda on my period..."

He looks at you like you grew three heads, and it quickly becomes apparent he has no idea what you're talking about. You take a few minutes to explain, and he listens patiently, but he still continues to panic.

"You're saying you can bleed FOR A WEEK and be fine?!? And you constantly have cramps and migraines? And this happens once a month??? Why the hell didn't you say anything? How can I help my human when you don't say you need me?!"

He carefully sets you down, before bolting of of the couch and out the door. You gape at the doorway for a moment, wondering what Mammon is up to. He returns for a moment, his arms holding a pile of pillows, medicine, pajamas, and snacks.

"Does this help? I got the pillows and pjs from your room, medicine from the bathroom, and I kinda took snacks from Beel's stash under his bed.... But it's fine! I made a note that you'll buy more later."

You shake your head, smiling, and you thank him as he walks over to help you. Once Mammon knows you are comfortable, he sits down beside you. You gently kiss Mammon on the lips, before you lay on your side, resting your head on his lap. The demon blushes, and he pulls the blanket over you. His hands gently stroke your hair, and you watch the movie together until you both fall asleep.

Leviathan

The third born invites you into his room for anime night (every night, lol), and you walk into the room with snacks in you arms. Levi welcomes you in as you set the bags onto his coffee table, before grabbing a couple drinks from his mini fridge.

"Good, you're early! The pilot is about to start!"

You chuckle, happy to spend time with him, and you bend down to place everything on the table. As you do so, your shirt lifts just enough to show a small stain on the back of your pants. Levi's eyes accidentally catch sight of it, resulting in a blush.

"Uh, MC? You have a s-stain on your pants..." You turn and look down at your legs, turning to try to find what he's talking about, but you can't see it.

"I can't find it. I'll just wash it off when I get back to my room." The demon tenses and shakes his head, trying to think of the least awkward words to say.

"No, no! I-I mean, you have a blood stain. Y-your period kinda started...."

Your eyes widen at his words, and you look in the reflection of his glass aquarium, cursing at the stain. You hadn't noticed this time, the monthly curse being subtle throughout your busy afternoon. You start to apologize to Levi, when he shakes his head.

"It's not your fault. I-it's fine. I just... I know it might be weird that I know about it. I found out from a high school anime. In the episode, the protagonist goes on their way to school, getting bullied by the leader of the popular girls, and the bully turns away but the protagonist stops her because of a stain, and despite being enemies, the protagonist is kind and knows how she feels, so they take her to the bathroom and helps her clean up... And I- I know it probably sounds weird or creepy for someone to watch anime like that, but I thought it was kind and empowering, an-" You stop Levi mid rant, smiling at his anxiousness, and you give him a small hug.

"Thanks, Levi. I appreciate it. It's part of the unspoken period code, ya know? It can be awkward and embarrassing enough, so even just a discreet heads up can be very helpful. Don't worry about it, okay?"

He nods, glad you understand, and he gently hugs you back.

"O-okay. I'll be back, alright? I remember seeing in the episode that it helps to have a hot shower sometimes to ease the cramps and feel less uncomfortable, and that blankets and pjs can help. I guess if you don't mind a loser like me, you could use any blankets or hoodies I have if it makes you feel better..."

You smile and nod, grateful for the demon of envy. He shyly smiles back, and he spends the rest of the night making sure that you're comfortable during the show.

Satan

The library is quiet and warm as you sit at a table with Satan, working on your assignments. You struggle and struggle through a complex spell for your potions class, irritation and fatigue clouding your brain. You are already sore and pissed off from the beginning of your period, but now stress and anger bubbles beneath the surface.

"MC, you have to say it calml-"

You huff, throwing up your hands, and you scowl at the unaffected spell dummy in front of you.

"I know, Satan! I've been calm for the past half hour, and it's still not right! Can you just actually give me some fucking advice for once so I can get this shit over with?!?"

The middle brother looks at you for a moment, stunned, before chuckling.

"I didn't know you could hold so much anger, MC. I'm almost impressed, although, it is very out of character for you... Are you alright?"

A sigh escapes your lips as you awkwardly cross your arms, looking away. You explain that you are just tired, but Satan can hear the hesitation in your voice. The demon of wrath doesn't speak for a moment, thinking about your recent behavior, and everything snaps into place. Satan has read enough books to last an eternity, including ones about human biology. He knows exactly what is happening, and he generally understands how you are feeling. And through his readings, Satan knows not to ask you directly, should your anger grow.

"Ah, I understand. Well, why didn't you say that you needed a break, kitten? I could have helped you unwind a little."

With that, Satan pulls you away from the table to rest on the couch, grabbing a book from his bag. Once you are both settled, Satan pulls a blanket over you both and opens his book while you rest your head on his lap.

With his human in his arms, Satan calmly reads to you, his voice silky as you eventually drift off to sleep.

Asmodeus

The demon of lust practically barges into your room, Majolish bags in tow as he squeals with excitement.

"MC! Look, Majolish's exclusive swimwear line came out! I found this ADORABLE swimsuit for you to try! It was the last in your size." He pulls out the swimsuit from a bag, showing it to you.

You look up at Asmo, gasping at the swimsuit.

"That looks perfect! Thank you, Asmo. I'll try it on later. I'm not fe-"

Asmo pouts, tossing the swimsuit to you, and reaching for another outfit from his bag.

"Come on!!! I have so much stuff for us to try on! And then we could maybe go to the beach tomor-"

You shake your head, sighing.

"No, Asmo. I'm not up to swimming this week", you lie, shifting in your seat uncomfortably.

Asmo notices, and immediately drops the subject.

"Are you alright, hun? Is it a rough cycle this time?"

Your eyes widen in surprise before you look up at him. His eyes are filled with concern, before you nod.

"Yeah, but it's nothing I haven't dealt with before. I'll be fine. Let's go swimming next week, okay?"

The avatar of lust smiles, before carefully pulling you out of the chair.

"Come on. Let's have a spa day instead. I'll make sure you feel stunning and comfortable."

Beelzebub

You look through the kitchen in your pjs, craving all of your favorite foods, when you hear the door quietly squeak open. Your head turns back, and you see the sheepish gaze of the 6th born.

"Do you need a midnight snack, Beel? I was about to make something myself. I can make some for you."

Beel nods, smiling, before coming into the room.

"I smelled something delicious coming from the kitchen, so I came to check. That's strange, though. You haven't made anything yet?" Beel takes in the large amount of food on the table, much more than you normally eat. Maybe the gluttonous demon was rubbing off on you, he wondered.

You shake your head, just as confused as he is.

"Maybe you were so hungry that you started imagining it. You've done that a few times before."

Beel sniffs the air, before walking up behind you.

"You smell different today... MC, you smell so good..... Can I have a taste?"

You choke on air, trying to understand what he just said.

"Beel! You can't just ask that! That's perverted!" He looks at you with confused, innocent eyes, like a kicked puppy.

"What do you mean? I just wanted to kiss your head. Oh.... You thought I meant or-"

A small screech of panic escapes your lips, and you stop Beel mid-sentence, telling him not to spend too much time with Asmo.

"Right. Sorry, MC... Can I ask a question? Why do you smell different today? You're not as sweet and salty as usual. And you're a lot hungrier today.... Are you okay?"

Realization punches the wind out of you as you understand what Beel has been smelling. He was attracted to your blood, without knowing what it was. An awkward laugh fills the air, and you look away from the red head's gaze.

You spend the next few minutes explaining what was going on, and Beel listens intently as you go on.

"Okay. I'm sorry for being rude... I didn't mean to. To make up for it, I can make you whatever you want. Sit down, and I'll get you some water. You'll lose a lot of hydration for the next few days. Then when food is done, we can go watch Devilish Desserts in my room. Belphie is in the attic tonight."

You smile, pulling Beel into a hug before spending a relaxing evening together.

Belphegor

The sound of your DDD alarm fills the cozy attic, waking you and Belphie up from your after school nap. The youngest brother groans before pulling you closer.

"Did you really have to wake me up? I was having such a nice dream..."

You push yourself off Belphie and the bed, feeling as if you were hit by a truck. Why did you have to feel awful now, when you made plans to see the angels?

Your body aches as you stand, attempting to wake up enough to get ready. Belphie mumbles with irritation, rolling onto his side.

"What's more important tha- Huh? Is that blood?"

Your eyes widen, and you look back to the bed, and your eyes find the red stain on the bedsheets. You look at Belphie in horror, and he sits up, now wide awake.

"MC, are you okay? That's where you were sleeping."

You want to die. You want to shrivel up into a ball and die because how are you going to explain to your boyfriend that it came out of your vagina, and that it's NORMAL?!? Blood coming from anywhere brings some sense of concern anyway, no matter what realm you are from.

"Haha- Yeah, um, about that, I kinda need to tell you something...."

Belphie stays surprisingly alert as you explain, only relaxing when you state that it's normal and frequent.

"Ah. Okay. Tell Simeon to fuck off. You're sick, and you're staying here. Go get a spare hoodie and sweatpants. I'll get you meds, a heating pad, and some spare pillows. Tell the others you're with me tonight."

You smile, glad he understands, and Belphie gets you a couple of things while you get comfortable. When you walk back into the attic, Belphie is fast asleep with his limbs curled around a log of blankets, waiting for you to return.

#mya's works #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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sardonic-at-heart · 3 years

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Last Date

I wanted to make this the first chapter for the series related to Fragile where it’s all flashbacks of Sam’s memories with Mika, but then I wrote the end of this fic and said to myself, “Yeaaahhhh maybe not.” You’ll see why I changed my mind. Enjoy!

Summary: Tipsy Mika and steak eater Sam enjoy a night out together.

It was a comforting and delightful thought to know that even after two years of marriage, Sam was still captivated with his wife like the very first time he realized he fell for her. Her smile, her laugh, her blush. Every quirk she had he loved, because it all unequivocally defined Mika Anderson.

As he listened to her talk about her day now, he couldn’t help the smile creeping at the corners of his lips at her enthusiasm.

She stopped suddenly and narrowed her eyes. “Why are you grinning? I’m talking about waiting in line for three hours just to get my driver’s license renewed.”

He chuckled. “You just look really great tonight, is all.”

And she did. She was wearing her lace plum dress, a recent favorite she bought a few months ago. He loved the way the skirt swished around her legs like a princess he saw her as. Her long black hair was swept in a loose ponytail, a few strands framing her face. Picturesque and effortlessly beautiful.

Any man would worship the ground she walked on and Sam didn’t mind swallowing his pride to do so if given the opportunity.

“W-wha—” There it was: that famous blush he enjoyed causing so much. And that cute stammering she did when she couldn’t find the right words to say.

“Sorry. Go on, I’m listening.”

“How am I supposed to continue after you caught me off guard like that!”

He smirked. “You thank me for being the best husband in the world and compliment me back.”

She huffed, lips in a pout.

“What else did you do today?” He changed the subject for her sake. Because he was the best husband in the world.

“I went grocery shopping because we were out of eggs.”

“Thanks again for buying it.”

“I didn’t mind,” she grinned. “It was a good excuse to also go out with my friends and try this new gelato place Suzu showed us. We need to go back so you can try it! The key lime pie flavor was very light and refreshing.”

He narrowed his eyes. “They were supposed to be getting ready for their flight to Italy today.”

Mika waved dismissively. “Naomi made sure Suzu packed a few days ago.”

Sam chortled. Suzu wasn’t exactly the type to plan anything. At all. Luckily her fiancée was a lot more responsible than her and kept her important dates in check.

They postponed their conversation momentarily when a waiter came to their table. He ordered well done steak (which always made his wife grimace at his “lack of taste”) and she ordered garlic shrimp pasta. She took a glance at the alcohol menu, and he grinned at how her eyes sparkled once she found white wine to pair with her dish.

“How was your day?” Mika asked.

“Don’t get me started,” Sam grumbled.

“Hey, I had my chance to rant about my day, so it’s only fair you do the same.”

He smiled briefly before it soured into a scowl. “A lot of paperwork. Again. That’s why I was late coming over here.” He paused. “Sorry for that, by the way.”

“It’s no problem. You don’t have to apologize.”

“You sure? How long did you have to wait?”

“Sam. I’m sure now and I’ll always be sure the next time you ask. And it was just five minutes.”

His expression twisted in guilt. “If I’d been here at least five minutes earlier—”

She let out an exasperated chuckle. “Sam. I’ve known for quite a while that your job makes you incredibly busy and I understand that you’ll be late sometimes. Don’t worry about it, okay?”

He measured her with a stare, taking in her relaxed smile and green eyes with an earnest gleam, and then conceded with a sigh.

Mika’s smile brightened knowing she’d won.

Their dinner and wine arrived then and, because Sam knew she always did this when it came to food and Instagram, he leaned back in his seat so she could take a couple pictures of their dishes. Or ten. She made sure to take them at different angles, even though it was the same freaking thing in every shot. He would have laughed at her ridiculous positions and silly expressions scrunched in concentration, but he was getting hungry the longer her photo session dragged on.

“Take your last shot right now or I’m going to eat your shrimp,” he threatened.

“Alright, alright,” she chuckled before she frowned at her screen. “Wait, that was a little blurry. Let me do it again—hey!”

He warned her, but she didn’t listen.

She finally put away her phone with a glare that lost its edge as she pouted. “If your steak wasn’t so charred I’d do the same.”

“Sounds like a you problem,” he cut a piece while snickering.

They talked a bit about their favorite band’s album that had been released recently while they enjoyed their food. There were rumors that one of their new songs would be featured in a video game Sam liked to play and he hoped it was true.

She showed him the pictures she took this morning for Sammy’s Instagram and he chuckled at how adorable the Rottweiler was curled up in his new bed. Once in a while Sam heard the sound of a camera snapping, but when he turned to his wife she acted like he was just hearing things. She was probably taking more pictures again. He let it go with a shrug and kept eating.

After they had finished a delectable chocolate mousse cake, Sam was quick to pay for the bill before Mika could reach for her wallet. Luckily she was tipsy enough to thank him with a noisy kiss instead of insisting she should take care of it like she always did.

He suggested they do a night stroll to gaze at the city lights and she happily agreed, giggling to herself at a joke only she could hear. When she was in this state it was best to have her walk around a few minutes until she had a clear head. He wasn’t planning to repeat the last time she drank too much.

She tripped a few times and he threw his head back and laughed while helping her up. To his relief she was able to walk like a normal person after ten minutes, but then she took out her phone and randomly recorded them together for reasons that were lost on him. He took note to keep an eye out for her newest post later.

Sam heard her light snores as he parked his truck in their driveway and he chuckled to himself. As much as he loved the sight of his wife asleep, he couldn’t let her anywhere near the bed with her dress and her makeup still on. Reaching over to unbuckle her seatbelt, Sam swept her in his arms and made his way inside. Their Rottweiler perked from his sleeping position when his owners entered the bedroom and yipped in an energetic greeting.

“Sammyyyy,” Mika groaned, opening her bleary eyes. “Inside voice.”

He kept yipping.

Sam placed her in their bathroom and motioned her to shower. “Going to take him outside. Don’t fall asleep in there, okay?”

She mumbled her response and closed the door. He made sure to hear the sound of the showerhead turning on before carrying Sammy to the backyard. It only took a couple minutes for him to relieve himself, and Sam spent an extra few minutes to clean it up and chase him around to expend all that excitable energy. It made feeding and refilling his water dispenser much easier that way.

He made sure Sammy’s paws were clean and dry and then let the little rascal run up the dog stairs at the end of their bed and over to where Mika lay, snuggling up to her side on the left. Eyes half open but still aware of what was going on around her, she cooed and petted him as Sam left to take a quick shower as well.

“Still up?” He asked when she glanced at him as he climbed into bed.

“I wanted to stay up until you joined me.”

“I’m here,” he lazily rested his arm around her waist. “Get some shut eye.”

She hummed her assent, leaning in to kiss him. “Tonight was lovely. Thank you for being the best husband in the world.”

“Anytime, doofus.”

“I should pay you back.”

“Wait, what—”

“Because you paid for dinner and I need to return the favor.”

“Mika, you don’t have to.”

“I want to,” she looked so determined that Sam didn’t have the heart to argue. “How about I bring you a home cooked meal at lunch time tomorrow?”

Oh, okay. He was fine with that. “Sure thing. Text me when you’re there?”

She nodded, closing her eyes. “Yup. Night, Sam. I love you.”

“I love you,” he pressed a kiss on her and Sammy’s forehead and turned off the lights, hoping to get enough sleep for tomorrow’s shift.

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thebeautifullydamnedone · 3 years

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Mess Is Mine

It was early. Too early. My head was pounding and all I wanted to do was to lie down and shut my eyes for a few hours. The likelihood of that happening now though was impossible. I could already hear the birds chirping outside; the coffee maker down the hall was whirring noisily doing its only job. I rubbed my temples as I glanced up, my tear soaked cheeks flushed from the crying. He was staring across the room at something, or maybe nothing.

His hair was disheveled and he looked just as upset as you. This had been building up for a while now. He was away all the time, and every time he left and came back he seemed more and more preoccupied, more and more changed by his job. You could understand, his entire job meant seeing horrible things and trying to stop them. Sometimes he was able to succeed, but the times a victim couldn’t be saved were the worst.

Lately, he’d been taking the losses so personally, and nothing could change his mind. He was the single-handed most stubborn person you’d ever come across. You shook your head and glanced away from him right as his beautiful eyes landed on you. You desperately tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

This was it right? This was where it ended…

More tears welled up and spilled over and you angrily wiped them away. I didn’t want to cry anymore. I’d cried all night. Honestly, I couldn’t even remember what had started the fight. Only that it had brought up so much shit it was hard to tell what we were even fighting about anymore.

“What can I do?”

His voice from across the bed jarred you from your memory of screaming in each other’s faces. The first emotion you’d seen from him in a week or so. The first emotion that wasn’t a depressed sigh or prolonged staring. The first real attention he’d given you besides quick pecks on the cheek or an ‘I love you’ before bed as he stared at the pages of a book. “What?”

You shifted slightly on the bed, enough to turn and see him. He was staring right at you, and it caught you completely off guard. He hadn’t been big on making eye contact lately. Right now, with tears still in them his usually hazel eyes looked almost a beautiful brownish green. You swallowed harshly again. He looked so helpless, so utterly confused, but even more he looked scared. And you knew why he was scared, because God you were scared too.

“What can I do…...to fix this?”

The question struck a chord, and not a good one. You gritted your teeth. “What can you do?” You repeated the question back to him and instantly he registered the angry undertone in your voice. You shook your head and looked away. He was by all normal definitions a genius, yet when it came to relationships he was as dumb as any other guy. “You know…. I really thought I was pretty clear about what I needed you to do, what you could do.”

I looked back over at him and watched as his mouth opened and then closed quickly. Good, he was choosing his words carefully. “Spencer,” I licked my lips and racked my brain for how to word it. “I don’t know what I can do anymore. I’ve been trying so hard, but it’s like you’re not.” You looked down at the balled-up fists in your lap and sighed.

“Is it my job? Do you want me to leave the BAU?”

Standing up angrily you began pacing the room. “No, Jesus, Spencer! I want you to be here. I want you to be able to come home and be with me!” He looked up at you and the confusion was ever apparent on his face. He had no idea, truly, what you were talking about. And that somehow made it that much worse.

“You walk around this house like a God damn ghost lately! You come home, but you don’t really, because your mind is still there. I try talking to you, try talking about what’s bothering you but you don’t want to. I don’t want you to leave your job, you love your job. I just want you to be able to come home to this beautiful house we have, home to me, and actually enjoy your life.”

You had stopped pacing somewhere in that entire one-breath rant and just stared at him. He swallowed and glanced away from you. “Listen, Spencer,” You walked over and grabbed his hands tightly. “I love you. I love you so much. But I can’t do this anymore.” You shook your head as his eyes met yours again. “It’s like you don’t want to be here anymore. Like your mind is just somewhere else all the time and no matter how hard I try to get you back you’re just gone. You’re struggling and you constantly refuse my help. And I just don’t know if I can do it anymore.”

The alarm clock on the bedside table started blaring its loud alarm but neither of you made a move to turn it off. You were both locked in this moment, locked in each other, realizing this could be it. You could be over. You’d built this beautiful life together. You had been with each other since two years after he finished high school. You’d met so young this was all either of you had ever known. You shared a house together and half the time you just carpooled because you loved spending time together. Lately, it hadn’t been like that, but before you couldn’t get enough of each other.

Finally, after a few minutes of silence I released his hands and stood up. “I have to get ready for work.” I walked over to the night stand and shut off the alarm before sulking to the bathroom and shutting the door. I quickly shed my nightgown and turned on the hot water. During the shower. I let it all go, the tears that I’d held back as I told Spence I couldn’t keep this up. Everything. And it felt good, but only fleetingly.

When I stepped out of the shower it was like my whole body ached. All I wanted to do was crawl back into bed and sleep the day away. But work wouldn’t allow me to call in so late. Wrapping a towel around my body I walked to the bathroom door and hesitated before opening it. We were both tired, and maybe I’d overreacted last night. I loved Spencer with every single fiber of my being, could I really walk away from him? Shuddering at the thought I opened the bathroom door and walked back into the bedroom “Spence?”

You glanced around but he wasn’t in the bedroom anymore. Sighing I walked down the hallway to the kitchen. “Spencer?” Something my mom had said popped into my head.

Never go to bed angry, but never go to work angry either, it just ruins your whole day for nothing.

When you got to the kitchen nothing had been moved. There were still two coffee mugs next to the coffee maker just waiting. But he wasn’t here. My eyes shifted around the room and came across a piece of paper by my keys that hadn’t been there before. I walked over quickly and yanked it up.

Left for work. I’ll leave, if that’s what you want.

I love you forever,

Spence

My eyes welled up with tears again. My heart was now physically aching. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. How could something so absolutely perfect turn out this way. How could the best thing to ever happen to you end up like this? I held the towel tightly to my body and leaned against the counter.

The sobs racked my entire body. This was really it. This perfect love of ours was really over if things couldn’t change. I don’t know how long I sat there, leaning on the counter for support. But the sound of my cell ringing from the next room pulled me out of it. I walked quickly down the hallway, wiping at my tears once more. I yanked my cell off the charger and realized it was my boss calling me. I cleared my throat a few times and then answered. “Hello?”

“Hey Kate! You okay, you sound off?” I swallowed the growing lump in my throat again and sighed.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just feel a little off today.”

“Oh…well, that makes my news even better then! Listen, we’re a bit over-staffed today, I was wondering if you’d want to just take the day off?”

It was the best thing I could have heard, especially after finding Spencer’s note. “Um, yeah! That actually works out! Thanks Sherri.” She told me to have a good day and hung up. I placed my phone back on the nightstand and sat down on the edge of the bed. I shook my head and rubbed my temples once more.

After a few moments, I stood up and walked to the dresser. I grabbed out a t-shirt of Spencer’s and a pair of sweats and tugged them on. I walked back over to the bed and laid down. The tears came again and I let them as I laid there tightly wrapped in the blankets that smelled like a combination of myself and Spencer.

At some point, I drifted off but I woke up to my cell ringing once more. I groaned and rolled over, groping the night stand for it until my hand found it. I pulled it closer to my face, my eyes aching from all the crying. Garcia. I really wasn’t in the mood to talk to her right now. I ignored the call with a promise to myself I’d call her later. Knowing her she’d gotten it out of Spence and wanted to talk to me too.

Rolling back over I closed my eyes but they flung open wildly when the house phone rang. The house phone was used for one thing and one thing only, for the BAU to get into contact with Spencer, and it was usually only for emergencies. “Shit.”

I flung the covers off of me and ran down the hallway to the kitchen. I half skidded across the floor and yanked the phone off the receiver. “Hello?”

“Kate….” My eyes instantly welled up with tears when she spoke. It was Garcia, except it wasn’t because her usually bubbly demeanor was hesitant and it was obvious she was distressed.

“He’s okay. Tell me that he’s okay.”

She took a deep breath and I held my hand over my mouth. “He’s going to be okay. He was shot.” I cried out, unable to hold it in any longer. It couldn’t end like this. Not like that. “Listen to me, okay? He’s on his way to Saint Ann’s Medical Center. He’s in pretty bad shape, the bullet very narrowly missed his heart. They’re working on him now.”

I hated to do it but I hung up. I couldn’t hear any more. I flung myself back down the hallway. Throwing on a bra and some shoes I grabbed my phone, purse, and keys and was out the door. The drive there was a blur. I was sobbing and speeding but I finally made it there. I barely had the car in park before I was out. I didn’t bother to lock it because absolutely nothing mattered more than getting to him.

Running in I glanced around wildly, reading the signs to get to the emergency room. I found Morgan and Emily pacing back and forth. “Morgan!” I ran over so quickly I could have flown and he grabbed me up and hugged me as I sobbed. “W-What happened?!”

He held on tightly as he explained that they’d been talking an unsub down from a hostage situation when he’d turned his gun on Reid. Morgan tried to talk the gun out of his hand but the unsub had lost his temper and shot Spencer. “The doctors are working really hard to get him back, okay? Just don’t worry too much until we have to, alright?” I nodded and let him release me from the hug. We all sat down and waited.

It was a few hours with very few updates, at one point he was very touch and go and I realized I could honestly lose him. Forever. Suddenly, none of it made sense. The fight. Even the thought of breaking up with the man I loved more than anything in this world seemed so ridiculous. Finally, a doctor came through the doors and glanced around before finding my eyes. He walked over and I quickly stood up. “How is he?”

“He’s stable. We were able to stop the bleeding and get the bullet out. It very narrowly missed his heart...” His eyes turned to the rest of the team. “He’ll be out for a while, this was an extremely close call.” He turned back to me and gave me a small smile. “He was coming out of anesthesia when I left, he said your name. I’m assuming you want to see him?”

I nodded quickly and he glanced back at the rest of the team. “I’ll let the rest of you back when he’s a little stronger.” They all nodded and gave me quick hugs before the doctor pulled me back through the doors and down a series of complex hallways. Finally, we ended up outside of a room with a bunch of beeping, whirring machines. “He’ll be very weak, so try not to push him. He might need to rest soon.”

Nodding I gripped the door handle tightly and pushed opened the door. When I saw him, the tears rushed down my cheeks again. He was so damn pale it was scary. The bandages over his chest were a reminder that I almost lost him today. I walked over slowly and pulled up a chair. I sat down and quickly grabbed his hand so tightly in mine. “Spence…. oh my God…” His eyes were closed and I wasn’t sure he could even hear me.

Staring at his face I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe he’d ended up here. I couldn’t believe I let him walk out of the house thinking we were breaking up. Almost died thinking that I didn’t love him and want him with everything. “You can’t ever do this again, okay? Never. Spencer, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much baby, I am so sorry for last night and this morning. I didn’t mean any of it. I cannot imagine my life without you.”

His eyelids fluttered a little but his eyes remained closed. “Spencer,” I waited for a second, willing his eyes to open for me. I wasn’t sure if he could hear me but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Spence, I’m pregnant….” I squeezed his hand as I said the news I’d been holding in all week. I’d been waiting for the perfect time to tell him but then we just kept fighting and I’d push it off. “S-So, you can’t leave, okay? You can’t ever leave because I can’t do this by myself. I need you.”

I began crying and buried my face in the covers right next to his hand. He had to be okay, because I would be utterly lost without him. I felt his hand squeeze mine before I heard his raspy voice speak to me. “You’re pregnant?” My head lifted so fast when I heard his voice. The crying started right back up as his eyes met mine, and they were filled with tears. I was so overjoyed to see him awake I lost the ability to speak momentarily so I merely nodded. He gave me the absolute biggest smile and released my hand for a moment. “That’s so amazing, come here.”

He opened his arms and I scurried to climb into the bed with him. I was so careful to lay beside him and I squeezed him just a little bit. “I’m so sorry, Spence. I didn’t mean it, okay? I love you so much and I will never ever leave. And I don’t ever want you to leave either.” I looked up at him and he gently wiped the tears from my eyes.

He nodded and smiled. “I know. It’s okay. All is forgiven.” I nodded and grasped his hand tightly in mind. He cleared his throat and nodded behind me. “Well, you’ve shared some news with me so it’s my turn. Will you grab my jacket?” My eyebrows furrowed together as I swung my legs over the bed and stood up. He saw my confusion and smiled. “I promise, it’ll be worth it. Just hand me my jacket, woman.”

Smiling slightly, I turned around and found the plastic bag with his belongings in it. I reached in and grabbed his jacket. I turned around and handed it to him. He smiled and then patted the bed beside him as he struggled to sit up. “Be careful!” I scolded him as I watched him wince in pain. I walked over dutifully and sat down on the edge of the bed. I watched curiously as he reached into his jacket pocket but instantly my eyes widened when he pulled out a beautiful little box. “Spence…”

My hand flew over my mouth as he opened the box and the most beautiful diamond ring sat waiting for me. “Katherine Elizabeth Johnson, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?” As if I hadn’t had enough I began crying again as I nodded so quickly my neck hurt.

“Of course, I will, Spencer!” He reached over and grabbed my left hand and put the diamond on my finger. I admired it for minutes as I hugged him and cried and realized that I was the absolute luckiest girl in the entire world.

I couldn’t possibly ask for anything more.

We were a mess. Me. Him.

But together we were a beautiful mess.

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dolce-peach · 4 years

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Hi!! I love ur writing so much btw!💖😄 could do a Wanda x reader where he reader is bffs with Loki and always rants about her crush on Wanda to Loki and Loki is sooo done with the pining because Wanda also rants to Loki about y/n and in the end Loki is like so done lol. So basically they both have to go on a mission together 😏 and there is only one bed and and fluff ensues 😁

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“She changed her hair.”

Loki looked up at you from his book. “I beg your pardon?”

Your eyes were fixed on Wanda as she greeted Steve and Nat across the room. She had just come home from a recon mission in Sokovia to help with the disaster efforts. Though she looked tired, her long hair was lighter than before, lightly curled at the ends.

“Wanda,” you clarified. “She changed her hair.”

Loki sighed and went back to reading his book. “Women happen to change their hair often, Y/N. It’s a fact of life.”

“Now that’s just sexist,” you pointed out.

“You’re right. I suppose Stark spends more time grooming himself than you and Maximoff combined,” he snickered.

You rolled your eyes as Wanda walked over.

Her eyes were bright. “What’s so funny? Did I miss something?”

“No,” you replied quickly.

“Yes,” Loki groaned without looking up.

Wanda raised an eyebrow before quickly brushing her thought away. “Anyhow, Cap wanted me to tell you that we have a mission tomorrow overseas.”

You glanced at Loki before giving Wanda a concerned look. “But you just came back.”

She shrugged. “Duty calls,” she said. “Besides, I don’t mind going if it’s with you.”

“Sounds like fun,” Loki drawled as he flipped a page and continued reading.

Wanda sent you the smallest wink before going off to file some reports with Steve.

You found yourself exhaling sharply, realizing that you were holding your breath the whole time Wanda was in front of you. You tried your best to catch your breath, but you kept thinking about her smile.

Loki glanced over at you and scoffed. “You are absolutely smitten,” he said. “And incredibly lame.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ve felt the same way about someone before,” you protested.

“Kitten, I invented love, but no one here is worthy of it.”

“Of course,” you deadpanned. “You and your incredibly high standards.”

He shrugged. “It’s true.”

“Okay, but what am I going to do?” you groaned. “I’ll be going with Wanda to God knows where, and I can barely function when she’s around me!”

“Right,” he said, setting his book down. “Allow me to make a suggestion.”

You leaned closer, partially curious as to what he had to say.

He sighed. “You’ve had your eye on Maximoff, and I’m sure she’s noticed by now. Maybe you should stop worrying about that and just be yourself.”

“Be myself...?”

“Well, yes,” he said. “You’re a lovely human, the best I know. She’d be a fool not to accept you.”

You bit your lip. “Okay, but if I make a move and it turns out badly, then I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“A reasonable deal,” Loki said with a grin before going back to his book, leaving you to worry about packing for your impromptu mission.

You yawned loudly, causing Wanda to laugh as she drove your tiny getaway car through the narrow streets of Edinburgh.

“Sleep much last night?” she asked.

“A little,” you admitted. “Just mission jitters, that’s all.”

She hummed.

You rubbed your eyes tiredly. Truth be told, you got absolutely no sleep the night before. Usually missions included at least a few more people, but now that you were alone with Wanda, it seemed too good to be true. You were excited, but you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with her.

After a full day of scouting, the two of you checked into a small hotel.

It was a cozy building, the last of its kind on the bright, modern street. It spoke of a time that was long gone, giving off an almost whimsical feeling to passerbys.

And the rooms were small.

Very small.

You stared at the one bed in the middle of the room, gulping nervously.

It’s okay.

It’s just a bed, and we’re just friends.

You sighed. Be professional, Y/N!

“Something wrong?” Wanda asked, observing your inner turmoil.

“No, of course not!” you exclaimed.

She set her bag down. “Steve thought it’d be a good idea to get a smaller room. Lower profile,” she said. “I could take the couch if you want.”

I should’ve thought of that!

You shook your head, trying to act as cool as possible. “It’s fine!”

She smiled. “Alright,” she said. “I’ll shower first, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” you replied.

You found yourself looking out the window, and as soon as you heard the bathroom door close with a click, you sighed, sitting back on the bed.

“Maybe you should stop worrying about that and just be yourself.”

You nodded to yourself. You hated to admit it, but Loki was right. If you wanted to make it through the night without being completely incapacitated with awkwardness, you had to take a step forward. Maybe you wouldn’t confess outright, but at least try to carry on a conversation without blushing madly.

You didn’t notice Wanda coming back out, drying her hair with a towel.

She sat down next to you, making you jump. “You okay, Y/N? You’ve been really weird all day.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted. You felt your breath hitch as she stroked your hair gently. “Just on edge, I guess.”

“I get that,” she said. “Sometimes I wish I didn’t have any sort of responsibility, you know?”

You nodded. “But we’ve got each other, right?”

She smiled. “Yeah.”

You smiled back, finding your body moving closer to hers until your lips brushed over hers.

You pulled back, your eyes wide. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed before running to the bathroom.

You locked the door behind you, sinking to the floor. Involuntary tears slipped down your cheeks as you tried to stifle your cries. You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

There was a quiet knock on the door.

“Y/N?”

You hid your face in your hands.

“Y/N, can you please come out?”

You slowly stood, wiping your eyes before opening the door.

You barely had time to respond before Wanda backed you into the sink, her lips on yours. Your eyes widened as she gently rested her hands on your waist.

You caught your breath as she pulled back. “Wh-what...?”

“I’ve loved you for the longest time,” she said. “Just couldn’t find the right time to say so.”

Shock made you speechless. You searched her green eyes for any sort of lie, but you found none.

“I always thought you and Loki would eventually get together, but after talking to him about it, he said that wasn’t the case at all,” Wanda explained. She laughed nervously. “I’ve ranted to him about you ever since, especially when I couldn’t necessarily contain my feelings about you.”

You thought you were dreaming.

“Sorry it took so long,” she said.

“No, it’s okay,” you replied. “I’m sorry too.”

She laughed.

You couldn’t help but smile like an idiot.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And that was where you left it.

The two of you cuddled comfortably on the bed, eventually waking up in each other’s arms. The soft morning light made Wanda’s hair glow against the white bed sheets.

It took a moment for you to remember what happened the night before, but when you did, you felt giddy all over again.

You just couldn’t believe it was true.

When you finally returned to the compound, the first person to greet you two was Loki, who was leaning against the door frame, smiling smugly.

“Shut up,” you laughed.

“I didn’t say anything,” he pointed out.

“You didn’t need to,” you said. You held up your hand, which was holding Wanda’s ever so gently. “You were right. You happy?”

A smile grew across his lips. “Of course,” he said. “And now I get to stab anyone who tries to hurt you two.”

You and Wanda exchanged glances before laughing.

Loki chuckled along with you, watching the two of you laugh together.

He meant every word.

You had to be protected.

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yet-another-fan-girl9 · 4 years

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Different Worlds (6)

Summary: You’re the youngest Winchester, a girl who needs to show her big brothers that she doesn’t need help. Then one day, on a totally normal vampire hunt that you had all under control, three meddling Avengers come barging in.

Warnings: language, violence, canon divergence, slow burn, me making stuff up

Word Count: 2342

A/N: I hope you all enjoy reading this chapter as much I enjoyed writing it! Please comment your thoughts and if you want to be added to the taglist! 💗💜💙

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Chapter 6: In Which Dean Is an Annoying Cockblock on Earth and in Hell by Fall Out Boy

“You’re back soon.” The words spilled from Jack’s mouth when he saw Bucky.

“Yeah, I just…” Bucky shifted his feet awkwardly. Why did he come here again? He certainly was curious at everything that was going on, but there was something, someone, else.

“Come in.” The young man stepped aside and Bucky stepped into the bunker. “Did you want to see (Y/N)?”

“That would be great.” The ex-assassin did feel more comfortable around (Y/N) rather than her brothers.

They passed the library where the team had learned about the supernatural. Today, the tables were covered in strange items, bowls, and open books. Nobody was doing anything with them at the moment, though.

Jack led Bucky deeper into the bunker which seemed empty at the moment. Bucky studied the man in front of him. He didn’t look like a great fighter, but after everything that was revealed to him, Jack could totally kick his ass. They walked down a hallway before coming to a stop in front of one of the doors.

“Everyone’s getting ready,” Jack explained. Ready for what, Bucky didn’t know and Jack didn’t specify. “This is (Y/N)’s room. You can wait in here.”

He opened the door for Bucky before heading back in the direction they came from. The first thing he noticed was that (Y/N) wasn’t there. Then he saw the other door and heard the sound of running water. She was probably showering.

(Y/N)’s room was clean enough; Bucky knew that it was sometimes hard to gather enough energy to clean up. Her blankets were pulled over her bed, but it was obvious that the action was done haphazardly. Her drawers weren’t closed all the way; a sign of either laziness or being rushed. A few photographs were displayed on the nearby desk that was cluttered with crumpled balls of paper, hair ties, and a couple of knives.

Bucky smirked at the sight of the knives before turning his attention to the photos. The first one showed a group photo. He recognized (Y/N), her brothers, and Cas, but not the two other women or the man in the wheelchair. Everyone, especially (Y/N), looked much younger.

The second picture was another group picture. This time, Jack was in it so it had been taken in the past… how old was Jack? Seven years? That fact still threw Bucky off. He was used to older people looking younger, like Steve and himself, rather than the opposite.

The last photo was much older than the first one. A woman wearing a sundress and a large sun hat was smiling widely at the camera while holding the hand of a toddler. Bucky came to the quick conclusion that it was (Y/N) and her mother.

The sound of the en suite’s door opening caused him to whirl around to face (Y/N). Why didn’t he hear the water turn off? The woman looked up and gasped at the sight of the man in her room.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Bucky,” she scolded and placed a hand over her chest.

That’s when he noticed that she didn’t have a shirt on. She had on jeans and a sports bra, and he saw a tattoo above her left collar bone. Bucky still wasn’t used to seeing women in just bras. Walking down the streets of New York, there were always advertisements for women’s lingerie. It made him uncomfortable, but for some reason, he didn’t feel the same discomfort around her.

As Bucky’s thoughts ran wild, (Y/N) continued swearing.

“You scared the goddamned fucking shit out of me. Don’t do that again or I’ll use you as a sacrifice,” the woman finished her rant. Then a smile broke out on her face. “What are you doing here?”

“Just—I… uh,” the usually suave supersoldier stuttered. He didn’t know what made his brain stop working. Maybe it was because of (Y/N)’s lack of shirt? Or maybe it was just being in her presence that halted all train of thought.

“What’s wrong?” She followed his gaze and looked down before laughing. “Oh, usually I get dressed in the bathroom in case something like this happens but I forgot a shirt this time. Some people living here don’t understand personal space.” Bucky’s face grew red and (Y/N) narrowed her eyes. “Was it Jack or Cas who let you in because I know my brothers wouldn’t even let you close to my room.”

“Jack,” Bucky laughed and felt himself relax. “I didn’t mean to startle you, by the way.” A moment of silence. “Is that your mother?” He gestured towards the photo.

(Y/N) moved closer until they were standing just over a foot away. She glanced at the photo and nodded in confirmation.

“She’s really pretty,” Bucky continued. “You look like her.”

(Y/N) looked at him with a large grin on her face. “Did you just call me pretty, Sarge?”

He felt his breath hitch as she inched closer to him. Bucky was sure that she could see all the details on his face because he could see every detail of her’s. He could see a small scar near her hairline and another one above her right eyebrow. He could see into her breathtaking eyes. He followed the slope of her nose which led his eyes to her soft lips. They were beckoning to him, parted slightly as (Y/N) studied his face. When had they gotten so close? If he just bent down slightly…

“(Y/N)!” Dean’s incessant banging on her bedroom door forced them apart. “What’s takin’ so long? Get your ass moving!” Then they heard his footsteps recede.

“I have to go,” (Y/N) sighed.

She slipped on a shirt, grabbed her knives and leather jacket, and walked out of her room. Bucky followed her out and could tell she felt the same way he did at the moment: disappointed. Why did her brother have to knock then?

They emerged into the library. Everyone looked up at their arrival and everyone but Jack did a double-take when they saw Bucky. Sam and Dean’s mouths became straight lines while Rowena, who was bent over a book, smirked.

“I guess you’re the reason she was taking so long,” Cas said.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asked, mostly to (Y/N).

“We’re going to Hell,” Jack smiled.

“Crowley took the Magicae Libro while we all drank beers the other day,” (Y/N) explained. “So we’re going to Hell to take it back from that son of a bitch.”

“Don’t call me a bitch, darling,” Rowena cooed as she added something to a bowl. “Is everyone ready?”

(Y/N) gasped and turned to face Bucky with her eyes wide. “You’re not busy, right? ‘Course you aren’t, otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.” She paused for a breath. “Do you wanna come to Hell with us?”

“Are you sure that’s wise, (Y/N)?” Sam asked.

“I’ll come,” Bucky said. “I can handle myself, I’m a supersoldier.” (Y/N) smiled at him and he was glad he said yes.

“I’m only saying okay because we don’t have time to argue,” growled Dean.

Rowena motioned for Sam who walked over to the bowl, cut his hand, and let his blood mix with the other ingredients. He stepped back next to Cas. The man in the trenchcoat nodded to Sam. Cas held his hand, that began to glow, above the taller man’s wounded hand and suddenly Sam’s hand was healed. Bucky watched the interaction with awe, but everyone else seemed used to it.

“Everyone who’s going, put your hand on the bowl,” Rowena ordered. They obliged and Cas moved out of the way.

“Remember, Cas,” said Dean. “Don’t let the fire die, or we’ll be stuck in Hell.”

“I know, Dean.” The angel rolled his eyes.

“Initium ad inferna permittatur,” Rowena read from her book. She picked up a nearby candle and lit the bowl’s content on fire.

The items in the bowl sparked and the flame turned purple. Some wind started to blow through the room causing hair to get into eyes and mouths. The library’s lights flickered as a bright white light filled the room and the purple flame jumped higher. Then everything reached its max and the flame almost reached the ceiling.

Bucky closed his eyes against the light and when he opened them again they were in Hell.

~*~

Once everyone got their bearings, you took out your weapons. You and Sam had angel blades and Dean had his demon-killing knife. Jack had his powers and Rowena had her magic.

“Here.” You nudged Bucky and held out a second angel blade. “Regular guns and knives don’t do shit to fuckers like demons.” He took it in his metal arm and examined it. “It’s called an angel blade. ‘Cause they belong to the angels. We kinda took ‘em, we did take them, but they can kill lots of things.”

Bucky smiled at you. “Thanks.”

“So where do you suppose we are?” Dean looked around.

“Somewhere in the castle,” Sam answered. “Hopefully near the throne room.”

“Looks like Fergus redecorated again,” Rowena sighed.

“Rowena is Crowley’s mom and his name was Fergus,” you whispered to Bucky when you saw his confused expression. “Don’t worry, it gave me a bit of a headache too.”

You walked quietly and cautiously down the castle’s hallways in pairs. Your brothers at the head of the line while you and Bucky lingered in the back. There were no encounters yet. Only seemingly endless doors that you knew held souls that were in line for torture. You remembered your time behind one of those doors. In total, you had spent fifteen earth days in Hell which was more like five years downstairs.

“How are you doing?” you whispered to Bucky. You were getting a bit bored sneaking around. And, of course, being in Hell wasn’t a pleasant experience.

“Fine,” he responded.

Wow, you loved his voice. Even in the literal Hell, Bucky and his voice managed to soothe you. Your mind flashed back to the moment in your bedroom. Only Chuck knew how bad you had wanted to punch your older brother for being a cockblock. Honestly, you still wanted to punch him, but now was definitely not the time.

“There’s just a general feeling of unease and despair,” he continued.

You nodded in agreement. “I never like coming here.”

“So you have been to Hell before?”

“Yep,” you said a bit louder than you intended and Rowena looked back at you with a glare. You lowered your voice and continued, “Been here both as a guest and a soul.”

“When you died,” the blue-eyed man said slowly. “You came to Hell and you were tortured?” You nodded. “I-if you don’t mind me asking, how?”

“Well, there were lots of different ways.” You trained your eyes on the ground before you. “The usual strung up on racks and cut open torture. There was some psychological torture, you know. Making you think that you’re saved, only to be brought to some demon who likes to flay people.”

You felt Bucky’s gaze and looked up to meet it. You weren’t met with pity, but rather a look of understanding. You’ve done your research on Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes and you know that he’s been through something like Hell too.

“Apparently, according to Cas, Crowley turned Hell into a giant line that souls had to wait in,” you said trying to lighten the mood.

“Can I ask you another question?”

“You just did,” you smirked at him but told him to ask away.

“You have a tattoo,” he said. “I was just wondering what it was.”

“Not really a question,” you joke. Bucky rolled his eyes, but you couldn’t help yourself. “But it’s an anti-possession tattoo.” You stop in your tracks and pull your shirt collar down to show him. “Kinda puts a damper on things when you have to kill a demon possessing your friend. All hunters get them. If you’re gonna be hangin’ ‘round us, you’re gonna need one too.”

“Can I?” He reached out his right hand and motioned towards the tattoo.

When you gave your nod of approval, he ran his hand over the inked skin, tracing it gently, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You stepped closer and his hand stilled.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“What for?” You bring your empty hand up to his and held it to your chest.

“That you had to be tortured. That you actually went through Hell.”

“You don’t need to apologize for that. Not at all.” You stepped closer. Close enough to feel his body heat. “I’m sorry as well. You basically went through Hell too.”

“You don’t need to apologize for that,” Bucky repeated.

His lips were so close. If you just moved forward…

The sound of someone loudly and obnoxiously clearing their throat forced you apart once more. You closed your eyes and tried to convince yourself that you shouldn’t resort to murder just because you couldn’t kiss someone. Dean continued to clear his throat until Bucky was at least three feet away from you.

While you were gearing up to kiss Bucky, the four other members of the group had made it to the end of the hallway. You made your way to the group, glaring at your oldest brother the entire way.

“About time,” he snarked and you rolled your eyes.

“I think we’re getting close,” Sam said quickly to change the subject. “Can you guys hear that?” He gestured to the ornate door that had escaped your notice.

You all became silent and the sound of music reached your ears. Everyone glanced around at each other in confusion.

“Is-is that,” you listen for a second longer, “Fall Out Boy?”

It was indeed Fall Out Boy. Dean pushed open the door and you all readied your weapons and defenses. You were met with a long table covered in food. Crowley stood at the head of the table with his arms open wide.

“Welcome to Hell.”

~*~

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crystaldwightsworld · 4 years

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Adam, post surgery, on medical leave...

So... I’ve got this whole, weird, crazy, obviously non canon idea in my head for something I wanna do.

It’s obvious that Adam is struggling even after the 6 months of medical leave Sarif has given him but what’s been on my mind is, what’s he been doing in the 6 months prior?

Surely, drinking up a storm, smoking and eating massive amounts of cereal to try and manage to cope but I can’t imagine the amount of pain he must have been in in adjusting to his augmentations. I mean, severe pain, agony and anguish. Not to mention the clear breakdown he has the first night he gets home from the clinic. I’m talking a severe breakdown, crying, beating on the wall of his shower, wailing, angry and pained tears. It’s all he can do on most days other than get out of bed. He’s fallen to the bottom pit of a depressive state that he can’t even be bothered to clean up after himself (i.e. the piles of empty cereal bowls strewn about counter tops and tables, unpacked belongings, etc), let alone look at himself (the first broken mirror). Adam loathes his augs, suffers greatly with body dysphoria now that more than half his body is gone and replaced with mechanical limbs he never consented to but on top of all of it, his ex-girlfriend is gone, whom he was really good friends with even after the break up. Even his dog is gone.

He’s become aware of how serious his neglect is getting. As much as he’d like to handle it on his own and as much as he prefers being a loner, there’s a big part of him that knows he can’t, especially when he has more days where he just wants nothing more than to lay in bed. So, he hires somebody. A maid in such words but she’s more like a house sitter but also called on to be a caregiver for Adam, to Adam. Her name is Adley and even though Adam isn’t quite sure at first with how young she is (she’s 24, yes, major age difference, if that bothers you, then I understand) she adheres and abides by his politely requested rules in keeping his apartment tidy and kempt following in keeping an eye on him, his health and his daily exercises in adjusting with his augs. It’s a long, grueling six months for them both but she’s been better than he would have ever asked for. She’s extremely mindful in keeping his privacy in mind, knocks on the door before entering, doesn’t touch anything she’s not supposed to or rearranging his possessions, keeps his extensive collection of cereals in stock, makes sure he takes his medicine and eats all while being even as quiet as he is, unless she’s playing music that she politely asks to play while she works on her surroundings, trip-hop she called it, some bands he’s never heard of, massive attack and unkle (to which he’s caught her on more than one occasion dancing to while she worked, and yes, he finds it rather cute). He appreciates her but doesn’t quite know how to show or tell her. She does more for him other than provide a service.

Adley, on the other hand, likes Adam, has grown to admire him. Like, really likes him although it’s something she’d never admit to anyone. She genuinely cares for him and his well being and has shown it to him, even in his supposed unawareness of it (i.e. covering him with a blanket after he’s fallen asleep on the couch or in his bed, closing the door and hardly bothering him on days where his pain levels are too much to handle, chatting with him in the early hours of the morning through messenger or skype when he can’t sleep, sending him memes she knows he’d find funny). Adam’s augmentations don’t bother her but when she shows up one afternoon after Adam’s taken off to an appointment at a LIMB clinic, she discovers just how serious his self loathe really is when she finds the mirror in his bathroom shattered to pieces, cracked and broken with one perfectly shaped impact of what she thinks is his fist. It’s not hard for her to put two and two together. Adam hated himself and would rather destroy a reflective surface than catch a glimpse of himself in it. It breaks her heart, especially since she found him more than attractive, augs or no augs, she’d feel the same. She’d worked hard to gain Adam’s trust and now that she has it, she feels that she might be jeopardizing it by bringing up concerns.

It bothers her immensely to the point where her bother shifts quickly in worry with a desperate need to tell him, to show him that he shouldn’t... when he does. She brings it up after he arrives back, genuine concern laced in her voice when she questions him about it.

“The mirror... did you- did you break it?”

But, alas, the stoic that he was, he brushes if off immediately and claims that it was nothing. Claims that he’s fine. Retreats to the confines of his room with nothing more than a peep uttered, leaving Adley to her thoughts, confused and conflicted. She knows better than to push him on it.

It’s the third one he’s broken. He hadn’t meant for her to find it. Had forgotten completely that it was one of those days where she made her routine visits. But even then, the mirror still would have been there, she still would have noticed it. He spends nearly the rest of the evening, glaring and gawking at his handiwork, reflecting on the force of his punch, the anger in what was left of his veins, the ache still hiding behind his steel heart (literally). He doesn’t realize just how long he’s been sitting there lost in a daze until she knocks on the frame of his doorway, announcing that she was about to leave for the evening and asking if he needed anything. That was Adley. Always so sweet and kind, worried about him way before she’d be worried about herself. With shoulders still slumped and his back still to her, he finally manages to speak, the first words he’s spoken to her in hours.

“Adley, can I talk to you for a minute?” His raspy low voice asks to her. There’s absolutely no lilt or fall to his tone but her heart nearly sinks to her feet, so certain that this was going to be the last time she’d ever see him, that he was going to fire her. Either way, she steps into the room and makes her way over to him, standing a few feet away from him in waiting for his dismissal, her fingers anxiously fidgeting in her nervousness.

It’s a long, empty and barren silence between them before he finally turns to match her gaze. There was no point in ignoring it any longer.

“I broke the mirror.” He admits. His confession surprises her.

“You’re not firing me?” She asks, to his surprise.

“Of course not, why would I?” He asks, genuinely confused.

“I thought I- I-I don’t know, maybe I had over stepped a line or something.” She brings up, her voice breaking and cracking. She’s nervous, Adam senses. “Why did you break the mirror?”

Adam inhales and sighs heavily, stretching his lengthy legs out in front of him and combing his fingers through his hair. He takes one last quick glance at his destroyed mirror before reminding himself not to look at it and shifting his gaze back to Adley. She’s not expecting it when he retracts his eye shields. She’s never seen him without them.

“Because... because I hate these fucking augs, I hate looking at them, what they make me. They’re apart of me now and there’s nothing I can do about it. I almost died on that table, Adley. They say they saved my life but... with what they had to do to do it, with what they gave me... sometimes I wonder if I’d be better off dead. Should have let me die there. I can hardly stand to look at myself because that’s not me, that’s not... Adam. I- for fuck’s sake, I can’t even jack off, cannot get my goddamn rhythm back- I-” He pauses, realizing what he just said with his mind running rampant with thoughts, he hadn’t even thought twice about what he was saying. Adley still stood there, waiting and listening to him although was now doing a horrible job to hide the smile that had appeared on her lips.

It’s faint, hardly there at all but even in the dim light seeping through his blinds that was the Detroit night, she catches the grin that appears just ask quick as it vanishes, watching Adam close his eyes against the embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry Adley, I’m sure you don’t wanna listen to me vent and rant.” Adam breaks the awkward silence.

“N-no Adam, it’s okay, really. I don’t mind.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to keep you, if you need to leave-”

“No, I don’t but... Adam.” She says, her gaze lifting towards the bathroom where his broken mirror resided. He catches her glimpse. She has no idea how to put it into words, that his augmented limbs didn’t scare her, how much she adored him, how much she pondered and thought about him, immersed in fantasies and scenarios that would never happen...

“Can I try something? I mean, show you, I don’t know.” She asks him, wanting his permission. He nods. She wastes no time in making herself comfortable in front of him, between his now pulled up knees and... on hers before him. This is, this was highly, highly suggestive but he waits for her, enamored in her tiny frame in the darkness of his bedroom.

Her lacquered fingers lift cautiously and reach for his alloy plated hands. Augmented hands didn’t sense touch the exact same way skin did but either way, he could still feel her hands in his, her flesh chilled but cradling his carbon black fingers with a tenderness he had all but forgotten. She has no idea where this new found confidence was coming from but with her trust that she held with him, she’s not afraid to let her hand explore his forearm, letting his other touch her face as she pushes her cheek against his palm, almost lovingly all the while a gawking Adam stared at her, mouth slightly agape, his heart, artificial or not, thudding rampantly against the steel wall of his chest cavity. She... had no idea what this meant to him, what it felt like to be touched again. He’s so overwhelmed and fixated on her hands on him that he has to remember to tell himself to breathe.

“I don’t see the augs, Adam. I... only see you. Yes, apart of you may be gone, may have been taken from you but... this is still you, this is the Adam I know. Augs or no augs, I’d feel the same way. Trust me when I say that I don’t let just anybody near me like this, let alone touch. I don’t see a machine, a product. I see you, a man, my um- well my friend, I guess, if I’m being honest.” She tells him. Of course if she were really being honest, she’d tell him he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, that no one compared to him.

He may not show the emotion on his face but it’s written well in his eyes, glimmering in the low light and contracting in taking her in. They’d been close before but nothing like this, nothing intimate. Her hands move to his face, her skin grazing against his and goddamn, he could almost melt with the tiny brushes of her pinky fingers invading into his hair line.

“I can’t change the way you think or feel Adam but... next time, come to me maybe? You know I’m always okay to talk if you need to. A three in the morning skype call has never stopped you before, don’t let this stop you now. Not because you’re paying me but because I want to. That’s what people do when they care for each other. They help the other.”

He’s speechless, has absolutely no idea what to say but he words have touched him somewhere deep down in the wallows of his broken mind. And her hands on his face, he had forgotten what it was like to be touched again. As much as he’s fighting to hold them back, he can’t help the stray tears that roll down his prominent cheeks, Adley’s skinny long fingers brushing them away as she still cradled his face in her hands.

It’s quiet for some time between them, nothing but the sound of Adam’s breathing filling the empty silence. She’s not expecting anything, especially from Adam, he’s always been so guarded and blocked off and she’s more than used to it by now. It nearly knocks the breath out of her lungs when he pulls her to him, his arms hooked underneath her shoulders as he clung to her. She’s more than happy to reciprocate the hug, her arms wrapped around his waist and holding him close, this moment, she had played over so many times in her head yet it had never went this way. Adam was quiet as he held and hugged her to him but she doesn’t mind, even when his hold on her tightens. She’d stay there for as long as he needed her to.

“Stay with me.” His low voice whispers to her in the pregnant silence. Her eyes widen at his request. “Stay with me tonight. Please?” He pleads, his voice longing and desperate.

“Adam, I- I don’t have any clothes with me.” She reminds him.

“You can wear mine.” He offers. She smiles.

“I-I need to shower as well, I should really get going.”

“You can use my shower.” He assures her. Again, she smiles, huffing out a laugh. He pulls away to look at her, his fingers tangling and intertwining with hers. “Please, stay with me. I don’t want you to go.”

She can’t say no to that.

“Alright, Adam. I’ll stay.”

As much as he preferred being alone, he felt comforted to know that she’d be there in the morning with him. Maybe they could cuddle in bed together until noon, get up and make breakfast together. Well, she could teach him, at least.

“Well, if I’m gunna be staying here, we need to figure out the food situation. I don’t know about you but I’m starving. You wanna order take out?” Adley suggests, pulling away and standing.

“What, no cereal?” Adam chides.

“Adam, I am not eating cereal for dinner!” Adley whines as she makes her way back out into his kitchen.

“Why not? It’s good!”

“Adam!”

He joins her back out in the kitchen, looking and searching through the massive collection of restaurant menus he had stockpiled. It’s the happiest he’s felt in months. He couldn’t wait to wake up next to her in the morning.

#this turned into a fic i guess #adam jensen #deus ex #deus ex human revolution #adam post op #my OC #adam x adley #its all gunna go to hell when adam finds out about megan #adley davis

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scarletmelody · 4 years

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Queenstrial -Chapter 4

Masterlist

warnings: language

semi-modern AU

Summary: Mare Barrow’s only wish is for true freedom. But all that’s taken away from her when a gods damned letter shows up on her doorstep. Gone is the hope for a life of happiness. Instead, she’s been chosen to enter the 50th Queenstrial competition to win Prince Tiberias the VII’s hand in marriage. But not only is the Prince she’s expected to win, not a stranger at all, but rather her previous one night stand, but now she’s competing against 20 other cutthroat women for his love and affections she’s not even sure she wants.

...

I’m awakened by a shake to my shoulder.

“Mare!” someone scolds me. I think it’s Walsh. With my eyes still shut all I see is darkness.

“Mare Barrow if you don’t get up right this minute, I will drag you. Don’t think I won’t”. Definitely Walsh.

Squinting open my eyes, I’m met with an influx of bright sunlight streaming in from my windows with the curtains already thrown back.

“Alright, now get up”, she scolds.

This version of waking up in the morning is so at odds with Gisa’s light teasing. Although my heart drops at the thought. It’s been a full 24 hours since I’ve seen her. And the rest of my family. My phone is currently locked up in some part of the palace where it’s currently being examined for whatever terrorist material they’re looking for. I won’t be allowed to contact my Gisa, Kilorn, or my parents until they deem it safe and hand it back to me. Which means, no contact with them for the foreseeable future.

Pushing that thought away, I stifle a yawn and look down at myself. Still in my stupid dress. I take a glance at Walsh who’s already busying herself looking through my wardrobe.

I sink down for a moment longer savoring the feel of the silky sheets, hating the fact that I had the best sleep of my life last night.

Not that I forget the events that led to it.

That brings a scowl to my face. Stupid ass prince.

But before I brave myself against Walsh’s rage, I force myself to climb out of the comforter and find myself stepping into a pair of fluffy white slippers already placed at the foot of the bed. They sure know how to treat people like royalty here.

I walk into the bathroom still reeling from the thought that I have access to my own. Sharing one with 3 other people was never fun.

Never mind the fact that this one happens to be the size of my old room with Gisa. Although that makes me this whole place even more infuriating. How many people get to live in luxury while masses of people suffer beneath them.

Even so, I can’t help the fact that I need a shower. The deep sleep I had still doesn’t do anything for my weariness or the dirtiness of my clothes.

Twisting the knob of the shower on to mildly warm, I strip, leaving my clothes on the floor and walk right in. The water washes down my back and I sigh in contentment. At least this feels like home. Even if we barely had enough hot water for all of us, the feeling of a clean wash was still something I could never get enough of.

But Cal’s words still ring in my head as I try to wash them off. ‘And do you often take strangers to bed in shabby clubs?’

Son of a Bitch! I almost want to yell those words out. Because it describes him perfectly. For even suggesting the fact that my actions last night weren’t the same as his own. What happened between us was as much of his decision as it was mine. And he’s an idiot for not realizing that.

Once I finish fuming careful not to release any sparks that would leave static in my anger, I find a fluffy robe waiting for me on a shelf. Grabbing it, I let myself revel in the comfort of it against my raw skin. How silvers can live like this and still want more is beyond me.

Drying myself off and wandering back into my room, Walsh is sitting at my desk which doubles as a vanity, blow-dryer in hand.

“Good morning” she chirps, now in a more pleasant mood. “Nice to see you finally awake”.

“Finally? I can’t be past 7 in the morning”, I say exasperatedly.

“Actually, it’s 8. And you’re about to be late for breakfast unless you sit your ass down here and let me get you ready”, she commands.

It’s 8? Not even a day in Queenstrial and I’ve already lost a semblance of normalcy. I always got up at 7.

But I do as she says, like any sane person with a brain to avoid more of her scolding.

She dries my hair for me in quiet with the droning of the device filling up the room. I take this time to sink into oblivion; not thinking about anything. It’s almost comforting to let go of all of my consuming thoughts and just to let go.

Walsh soon finishes and gives my hair a blown-out look filled with volume. But I can’t help a groan when she tells me that it’s mandatory to wear dresses. It’s not that I don’t like looking feminine or appreciate the way that they look, but they’re just so damn uncomfortable sometimes.

She lets me rant for a while before forcing me to choose between 2 different ones. One, a longer length dress that would definitely clash with my skin tone because of the fact that it’s a sun kissed orange color, and a shorter length one in a gorgeous royal blue color, albeit looser than the one I wore last night.

I select the blue one because I do prefer to wear short dresses, more for mobility than anything else. Even being in a castle, being a thief for so many years trains me to still think like one.

Once I take my robe off and dress, I sit back into my chair where Walsh gets ready to apply my makeup.

“Not too heavy please” I request. Makeup has always made me feel like I have a heavy layer of mud on my face.

She just rolls her eyes and nods.

OH SHIT! I watch as she narrows her gaze at those purple bruises that I forgot to cover. Oh my gods. That stupid ass of a prince. Because it’s easier to blame him, than anything.

Thank the gods above she doesn’t make any comment about it as I school my face to indifference and pretend that nothing’s wrong.

Wordlessly she brushes concealer, although a lighter layer that I would have applied, followed by powder to set it.

She finishes and arranges the front pieces of my hair in a better shape to frame my face. But once she reaches to take out the studs currently sitting in my ear, attempting to replace them I have to stop her.

“Just- Can we leave them?” They’re the only piece of home I have left.

“Of course,” she nods. Removing her hands away from them and onto a set of silver rings and bracelets instead.

Surprisingly gentle, she puts them on my fingers and wrist, before grabbing me a pair of chunky black, yet still a reasonable height of 3 inches heels.

We chuckle together as I almost trip in them over the carpet.

“Coming?” I ask, face still pink and holding onto the door to the hallway for her.

“Nope, me and the other maids have things to do. By the way, ability training is after breakfast so you won’t be in that outfit for long”, she informs me.

Ability training. How could I forget. And I have to see his face again.

My hand tightens on the doorknob and I say my goodbyes as I make my way out. At least I’ll have some way to let out some steam.

Outside of the hallway I spy Nina. Thank god!

I quickly rush up to her, because even if I don’t want to admit it, she reminds me of Kilorn or Gisa. Someone genuinely nice and caring.

Once she sees me scoot up to her side, she gives a warm smile. “Mare! I was going to talk to you last night but I didn’t see where you went!”

She looks absolutely stunning in her soft pink gown that matches her tan skin. The perfect image of a spring time flower.

Again, next to her I look like trash.

Cal’s voice pops into my head again at that thought. ‘Well at least I’m not in the habit of having hook-ups knowing that I’m supposed to be committing to a relationship the next day.’

I fist my hands again where I know my knuckles are already white. Fuck him and his stupid face.

“Mare? You okay?” Nina questions from beside me.

“Oh, yeah. It’s nothing” I shrug. If only she knew.

Our walk to breakfast is lively and consists of more “getting to know each other” questions. She asks me how old I am to which I answer 17. It seems Nina is, of course the same age as me.

I learn more about her family and their life in Harbor Bay. She tells me about her days and nights spent out on the beach basking in the sun, which explains the glow that never seems to leave her face.

Once we walk down the stairs and down into the dining room my stomach lurches. I can’t face him. One look and I might just shoot a spark of electricity straight at his face. But, then again knowing my lack of control with my ability I might just end up shocking everyone in the damn room.

Nina and I take seats next to each other at the middle of the table, the seats near the Prince himself already taken up by firstcomers. I take a chance to spy at the other girls and almost want to laugh overhearing words like “Oh, but will he like my dress?” and “He’s just so handsome”.

Conversation halts however, when the two Princes walk in. One of them brings a smile to my face when he gives me a large grin, and the other makes me clench my jaw and fist the skirts of my dress. It’s obvious who exactly garners each reaction from me.

“Good morning everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful sleep last night, and in turn a delightful breakfast this morning. Eat up before we have training later” Cal starts before finding his seat.

Maven gives me a wave and this time, finding his spot at the head of the table next to his brother. I notice that the King and Queen are noticeably missing. But then again, all the better. Elara still gives me the goosebumps with those eyes of hers.

I mistakenly watch Cal as he focuses on me and starts to open his mouth to say something. His eyes almost shine with desperation if I didn’t know any better. Too bad I don’t want to hear it. He said what he said and what’s done is done.

Turning my head away from him and Maven I focus back onto Nina who happens to be staring at the Prince.

“Do you think he’s ever been in love before?” she asks me with glossed over eyes.

“Who?”

“Prince Tiberias of course” she gushes. “But then again he wants us to call him Cal. He told me last night”.

I try my hardest to hold back my scoff. “No. I don’t think he has.”

“Why not?”

“He just… Doesn’t seem like the type”, is my best answer to her. What I would rather say is, ‘because he’s a misogynistic ass so no one in their right mind would ever be with him’.

“Hmm. He just seems so dreamy”, she continues.

“Anyways, are you ready for training today?” I interrupt before she can say more. I really do not feel like talking about him.

She cuts into the eggs benedict on her plate as food is delivered to us. “Oh yeah, I guess. I’ve practiced a little bit leading up to Queenstrial”.

“I suppose it’ll be an interesting way to spend our time today” I let out.

Breakfast continues on uneventfully with Nina continuing to talk about how the Prince is ‘oh so handsome’ and unfortunately those thoughts are reciprocated everywhere else throughout the table.

Taking an escape from boredom after finishing my raspberry pastry, I risk a glance towards the head of the table yet again. Curiosity always gets the best of me.

I spy Evangeline, Sonya, and Elane again who happen to make up the trio of intimidation to every girl here, evident by the way they huddle in a smaller group and give looks of steel to anyone who dares even look at them. They take up the spots closest to the princes.

And the princes. I watch as they eat together and share laughs ever in conversation with each other. They occasionally take bites of their own meals and I almost forget my anger as I watch Cal’s expression loosen and don a real smile. It’s almost charming.

But all that changes again when he looks up after using his fork to stab a strawberry on his plate and he catches me staring at him.

Fuck.

For a good 5 seconds, his bite of food stands a millimeter from his lips as we continue our staring fest. It’s almost as if a line of electricity lines up both of our eyes to the other and it’s an unending bond.

But then his mouth starts to form words. And it’s that that I want so desperately to turn away from. There’s no use in attempting to care. Because I don’t. I don’t. So why can’t I look away?

With all my willpower I manage to rip my attention from him and his mouth of all things and turn back to my cup of tea currently sitting in front of me. I lift it to my own mouth and take a good long sip. The soothing flavor of the green tea coupled with milk soothes me to my core which garners a long sigh from me.

I risk a glance over again, because, well there isn’t any reason. But he’s already back into conversation with Maven, not even distracted. I don’t know why but it leaves me almost disappointed.

…

20 minutes later and suddenly we’re outside of a locker room of sorts. Standing dead still in the midst of the pack, I watch a stubbier short man announce himself as Commander Arven. Of course, he’s a silencer.

He explains to us that inside we’ll find training uniforms and to get dressed and meet him outside in 5 minutes flat. No exceptions.

And of course, once he leaves and we walk inside the surprisingly pristine room, girls start to spit off into groups to dress. Which leaves me, Nina, and another newblood named Ava who’s a gravtiron.

Ava silently hands me and Nina uniforms which happen to be a pair of black running shorts and a matching sports bra.

Thankfully their long enough to cover those still fading bruises on my upper thighs which I attempt to hide by facing a wall when I change. I can only imagine the questions that would arise if the girls saw them.

We quickly change wasting no time on conversation and partly because of nerves. This is the first time I’ve ever had to train my own abilities. Sure, I’ve done workouts for my body, but I have little experience in controlling my lightning. And I’m sure every other girl who isn’t a high-born silver feels the same. Which is why the rest of the girls in the locker room remainder silent with only the slap of our removed clothing hitting the floor as well as the clack of heels.

Fingers shaking, I tie the shoelaces of the shiny new white running shoes given to every girl. How they know our shoe size is beyond me. And what a waste for them to be white. They’ll only be dirty and scuffed up sooner. But then again, I guess people here don’t care. These items are always replaceable to them.

It isn’t until we walk outside and towards the empty turf field complete with a track that we ease back into conversation.

“So, are you guys nervous?” Nina asks.

“Oh my gods yes! I’ve never done anything like this!” Ava quickly gasps out, tying her brunette hair into a low ponytail. Sleek and elegant.

I’m almost amazed at her confession. She’s comfortable sharing out her vulnerabilities. I’ve only ever been taught to hide them.

My hair now tied up myself, I comment “Hopefully the prince isn’t there”

“Really? I hope he is! Maybe if I trip, he’ll carry me back to the castle” Ava muses.

I want to tell her that it’s all an act. That he acts prim and proper but on the inside he’s an egotistical bastard who only cares about himself. But of course, I don’t. Instead I listen to the two of them continue to talk about their worries about what’s yet to come. And I can’t say I disagree with their points. I’m scared out of my mind. And still the only thing that lingers in my mind is the fact that I’m wondering if he’s going to be there.

Sooner than I expect we arrive right onto the edge of the track where Commander Arven waits for us tapping his left foot onto the floor in a sign of impatience.

“Ladies, you’re late!” he yells out to all of us currently taking our last sips of water where a gallon of it waits for us. “If one of you is going to be Queen one day, I expect timely behavior!”

Good thing it won’t be me then. Back at home I’m notorious for being late to practically everything. It’s a habit I can’t help.

Then of course, with my shit luck he appears. Clad in his own training uniform of loose red workout shorts and a black t-shirt to match. He looks almost like one of the countless men at the makeshift gym in the stilts I used to frequent. But by the way he holds himself proudly, and the unnaturally god-like muscles in his arms that strain against the fine cotton of his shirt, he would stick out in a crowd.

And it isn’t until I notice that I’m not the only one gaping at him that I turn around facing a nearby tree with my face flushing red. I should not be thinking about him. He shouldn’t even cross my mind.

“Alright everyone, give me two laps!” Commander Arven yells at all of us.

Running. Gods, yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment. In the Stilts running was my only solace. The only way for me to clear my head. And after the night I’ve had it’s a much-needed welcome.

I watch everyone else start off the rust colored track and start at a light jog and I’m eager to join them. As soon as my legs start pumping, I almost want to cry. I’ve missed this. The feeling of freedom and life that comes with running against the wind is somehow comforting. A sense of normalcy in an escalating inferno of chaos.

But soon I tire of the slower pace that everyone seems to follow and I’m desperate to go faster.

Nina breathes long and deep beside me, and I give her a small smile before running past her to the front of the crowd where I can hopefully exert myself a little more. Pushing past a few throngs of people, I cast a smirk when I pass Evangeline because strangely enough, it feels good to beat her at something. Even if it’s a task as simple as running.

I quickly manage to speed my way to the front and gods damn me I can’t even begin to understand why I didn’t think Cal would be there too.

He jogs along at the set pace behind me, and at this point we’ve already covered a lap. Only one more to go.

I risk a glance at him and almost want to play another game. This time I pick up the pace and speed up faster than the rest of the crowd albeit not only in an attempt to submit to my itch to go faster.

I don’t bother looking back as I speed at least 50 meters ahead to know that he’s following me. For some reason I can’t stop myself. Even if he’s an ass, there’s something genuinely delightful in taunting him.

Not even 5 seconds later and I hear the heavy thud of footsteps pounding behind me. And then he appears right next to me.

“Trying to get rid of me Barrow?”

I just roll my eyes. Like I didn’t expect this. Like I didn’t want this.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to do better than that”.

“Don’t be a little bitch. You know nothing about me and what I want”, I retort.

“Look, if this is about last night, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. I know what you’re thinking but it’s not that”, he says through deep breaths.

“Yeah, you’re right, you should be sorry. Because you’re an ass. You said what you said and don’t pretend that that’s not what you meant. You know damn well what you were implying”.

And then I run off. Faster so that he won’t catch up.

But of course, he does.

“Mare, you know I didn’t. I don’t know what I was thinking and I wasn’t trying to make it come out that way”, he says in between light pants now that we’re running at a harder pace.

I just ignore him. No need for him to explain. And then, he takes his shirt off.

I can’t control myself and I take a look. My first glimpse of his actual body since our first encounter. Casting a glance behind me I see that we’ve well passed everyone else now and we’re down the last half stretch of our lap.

The way I stare is almost off putting because no one has ever drawn my attention faster. The hard lines of his abdomen haunt me as I remember running taunting fingers over them as well as his broad chest and the feeling of him hovering over me. I shake my head. Dumbass. Don’t think about that.

But I fail in that task as I spot a purple bruise in the space where his neck meets his collarbone. Mine. I almost want to scream to tell him to put his shirt back on so no one can see the damning evidence but I refrain. Let’s see him squirm his way out of that one.

With a smirk donning my face and only 100 meters left to go I burst into a sprint desperate to beat him. Away from him and that body of his and the thoughts of our actions that I still can’t get out of my head.

Although fate must truly be against me because he once again manages to gain speed to match me.

“Can you just listen!” he almost yells now.

“No”

I try to finish off the last 50 meters ahead of him but god damn me he pushes himself farther. Just as I’m 3 feet away from the finish line, he pulls ahead.

And the son of a bitch beats me. He actually beats me.

That thought is more enraging than I care to admit. Pompous bastard.

I pass the line that marks one lap and immediately put my hands on my knees, crouching over to regain my breath.

But Cal still stands in front of me, to the side where he fills a disposable cup with water.

Once I recover from the shift in activity I watch as the rest of the girls finish their own runs. And I don’t fail to notice how more than a few of them glower at me with anything but friendly expressions.

I would feel threatened but their anger and frustration stems from a completely false fact. I have no intention of gaining the attention or favor of Crown Prince Tiberias the 7th.

And just as the thought passes my mind, he appears right beside me and holds out a cup of water sporting his own wild grin and sweat slicked hair. And still shirtless.

“Take it”.

“No thanks,” I reply. Leave him gaping. He deserves it.

I don’t look back to see his expression even if every part of me is begging to do so. Instead, I walk to the water station to pour myself my own serving of water. And of course, Atara Viper, the animos that Maven pointed out to me yesterday, happens to be standing there herself.

I silently beg for her not to say anything to me. If she does, it’ll just be more insults.

But I know it’s a lost cause when I watch as the sides of her mouth open. “Just so you know” she starts, “Whatever you’re doing, it’s not going to work. He would never pick some commoner red. You’re just a little whore.”

And then she walks off. Bitch. Of course, to her all reds are the same, newbloods or not. Of course, she slandered me. I don’t try to hide my scowl as I fill my drink contemplating all the ways I can think of to electrocute her.

That drives a delightful image of me accidentally claiming a shot meant for a lightbulb that was intentionally aimed at her instead. I must be looking like a psychopath with a dark smile as Nina and Ava spot me catch my attention with a wave. They make their way over from the other girls who are currently stretching, arm in arm with flushed faces to match.

“Wow. I haven’t done that in a long while”, Ava lets out.

“Same! But honestly, it wasn’t that bad. But Mare! You and the prince had something there”, Nina winks at me.

I just shake my head and excuse myself from responding by taking another chug of water.

“I know right! I mean, did you see when he took his shirt off? I wish I got a closer look, but Evangeline’s hogging him”, Ava adds on with a frown.

At the mention of that, I look to see that what Ava mentioned is in fact, true. Cal stands off to the side away from most of the others with Evangeline of all people. It frustrates me more than I can admit when I see her obviously running her eyes down his naked upper torso like she’s devouring him with her eyes.

But thankfully Commander Arven cuts in before I can dwell more on my emotions.

“Alright everyone, not bad! But that was the easy part. Now we’re onto target practice”.

He orders us to follow him to another sector of the large outdoor area. This time everyone remains quiet through our trudge towards the side of the field where a line of targets has been set up. Although I do spy out of the corner of my eyesight, Cal is still walking with Evangeline near the front of the group. Not that it means anything to me.

…

“Fuck!” I gasp out as I miss the target once again. It’s my fifth try already and the closest I’ve gotten to hitting the bull’s eye is the skim of a bolt of lightning on the outermost ring. It’s not unexpected seeing as I have next to no practice with this skill at all. The most I’ve ever used my ability is illegally lighting a lamp for my family when our lec papers ran out one winter. This exercise is frustrating to say the least.

It also doesn’t help that by some miracle Cal is situated right next to me and is hitting dead center Every. Single. Damn. Time. How someone can be so infuriating, is impossible to me. I don’t even bother acknowledging him although I know he’s watching me. His target is basically burned through by now with the sharp focus of fire blasting at the same point.

His perfection is the action that drives me to try one last time. Concentrating, I try to focus all of my energy into my hand and will it to drive out an accurate, sharp bolt of purple lightning. Oh my god it’s working. I can feel the buildup of intensity in my fingertips and I raise my arm up to direct towards the target. This is it. And I let go.

And fucking hell. It goes flying a millimeter off the edge of the target and onto the grass field past it. The purple flare flashes with a crack until all that’s left is a black spot of burned ground.

“Not bad”, says a voice beside me. And I already know who it belongs to.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion” I say sharply, still facing my failure. Everyone else seems to at least have hit the third outer ring themselves, and it makes me feel vulnerable in a way I’ve never felt before.

But no one seems to be looking in our direction as Cal walks away from his own target and towards mine.

“Here. You’re only not hitting it because of your stance” he says, standing behind me.

I can feel the closeness of his body by the comforting smell of ash and smoke. And even more than my lack of ability to control my lightning, I hate the way my body reacts when I lean backwards into him. ‘I hate him’ becomes the mantra in my head.

“This” he starts putting a hand on my torso to straighten it, “is how you have to stand”.

I warily watch to make sure that no one else is currently looking our way, thankful for an especially large tree hiding us from view.

“You have to use your legs to keep yourself stable and make sure that you’re as controlled as your sparks.”

“I haven’t forgiven you yet, you bastard” I hiss, trying to keep a semblance of calm.

He stills for a moment. “You know what that I didn’t mean it that way. You know.”

Liar. I know that he’s lying. But it’s the only thing that’s keeping me from caving to his touch and from giving in completely.

But all Cal does is continue to position me with his own arms, his breath desperately close to my neck. One of his arms rests on my stomach to straighten me, while the other positions my arm.

“Now, let it fly” he says in what I can tell is a smirk.

And just because I know that this is going to help me, I do what he says. Forcing all of my concentration into my lightning again, I feel it on the edge of my palm. My stance actually does help this time as it steadies me.

I release the purple bolt through me and directly onto the target. And it hits the bull’s eye.

“Yes!” I yell out. Detaching myself from Cal’s grip I risk a jump in elation. Yes. I finally did it. The sense of completion warms me as I proudly glare at the black circular marker on the target.

Cal just chuckles at me and tells me, “Congrats Mare, you did everything right”. Then he turns around and casually as if it was as easy as lifting a hand, fires his own shot again onto the center for what has to be the 50th time.

“Show off” I mutter.

This time he shakes his head slightly and tries to hide a laugh before walking away from me, and towards the rest of the girls.

The feeling almost leaves a pang in my own heart, but I think better of it. We have no chance together.

And so, I watch as he strolls beside a nymph who I remember is named Crystal. He watches her intently as she fires off a shot that barely misses the center and lands on the second outermost ring. But my euphoria from my success overrides whatever other feelings want to take center stage.

…

The locker room is soon filled with the stench of sweat while we’re all ordered to change. I was lucky enough to snag one of the few showers because of the fact that I sped up to make sure I was the one of the first people to arrive. Anything to escape him again.

I let the warm stream of air quickly wash away the dirt and grime from today’s workout until all that’s left is the wear of exhaustion. I don’t let myself dwell on this entire competition. Today was just another example of my inadequacy compared to the others. I watched time after time as everyone managed to excel in their own right. Even if Cal had helped me, I still didn’t know what I was doing.

And then I can’t help but remember his hands on me as he held my upright and put me in my correct stance. But I concede. I can find him attractive and still think that he’s a dick. It’s just physical.

After my quick shower, I turn off the water and wrap a fluffy white towel around my body. Walking out of the shower I thankfully don’t get the chance to interact with any of the other girls. Never mind that they’re all in conversation already.

Even Nina is nowhere to be seen again as I look to see that I’m the first one to finish. Silently pulling on my blue dress again, I savor the tight feeling of it against my body. Drying my hair off quickly, I don’t even check my appearance in the mirror.

The exit out of the room in solitude is yet another reminder of this competition. I won’t be finding any friends here. The only thing that matters to everyone is getting the prince’s favor. And it seems I’ve already run into muddled waters in that department.

I walk myself down the path back towards the castle unsure of what to do with the rest of my day. No one ever explicitly told me my day plan. But I suppose I could find something to do in the kitchens. Maybe interacting with some of the other reds that aren’t from Queenstrial will provide me a sense of comfort I’ve been missing.

I’m distracted when the guards at the front door give me a quick nod and open the doors to allow me in. Just as I continue the path to my room.

“Mare!” I hear from the other side of the staircase towards the wing of rooms. Turning, even though I already know who it is, I take his appearance in.

Cal himself has already changed back into yet another impeccable tux with a matching red tie.

Feeling petty I rip my eyes off of him and continue walking, thoroughly disregarding him. He still runs after me.

Feeling a grasp on my wrist, he turns me around to face him. “Mare, why did you ignore me? What did I do?”

“What did you do? Are you seriously asking me that? How about you remember last night” I retort. Even if the way my back is now facing the back of a wall makes this feel oddly like our first encounter.

He towers over me keeping a friendly distance away as he puts a hand through his hair and drags it. “I think you know that I didn’t mean that. It just came out and I never meant for you to think that I was implying… that”

I just roll my eyes. “Yeah sure. Whatever. I’m sure you have better things to do now” And then I push myself off the surface and continue my walk towards my room.

But before I know it a hand grips my upper arm and I’m being dragged down the hallway and up the other staircase that leads to the left wing of the castle, into a room. My eyes adjust to the change in lighting and my jaw almost drops. His room.

I’m backed against the door now with him towering over me. Out of the corner of my eye past his tall, broad frame I can just make out a massive dark wood framed bed in the center. The entire space is well furnished with a couch and rug bringing in an underlying theme of black and gold. Fitting for a Calore prince.

“Look, I just need you to understand what I was thinking. I was just in shock and that was the first thing that came out of my mind. I know what it sounds like and I wish I could’ve told you earlier but you just left-” he rambles.

It’s almost adorable how he tries to redeem and explain himself. As for his apology, it couldn’t be more half-assed. He’s a silver, and the prince for god’s sake. To him, I’m no one. Just some girl he fucked at a bar who he now has to deal with.

“You know, it doesn’t really matter what I think. Don’t concern yourself with me Your Highness. In fact, do us both a favor and pretend I don’t exist”, I say using my best attempt at a cold voice.

And it must work because his eyes widen in surprise. I’m just about to leave but before I can he calls out, “Wait!”

I pause and he takes the chance to look down at me from his towering height.

“What’s that on your neck?” he questions, squinting his eyes.

Oh gods. No. I forgot to reapply concealer after my shower. “Uhm… Nothing” I attempt to say, even though I know it’s a fruitless attempt.

I shiver as he runs one of his fingers on my collarbone, brushing aside the strap of my dress to see the mark that I know is there as clear as ever. My face couldn’t be more red.

I watch as his cheeks turn the same shade as my own as lets out a surprised, “Oh!”

“Yeah…”

“I- I didn’t mean to do that the other night”, he starts.

He means he didn’t want to sleep with you, idiot. That thought hurts me even more than I care to admit.

But before I can stop myself, I say “Right. Turns out I wasn’t the only one who thought that walking into the bar that night was the worst decision I made in my entire life”

“Wait what? That’s not what I meant. Fuck. Why can’t I say anything right?” he responds, shaking his head more to himself than directed towards me.

And then before I can excuse myself and with another word his face dips towards mine and my jaw drops. What does he think he’s doing?

But then his lips are on mine. And I can’t think. I can’t do anything but melt. My mouth opens and he takes that as an invitation. His tongue drives towards my won in a messy clash. Instinctively my hands go into his hair, running through those silken black locks I still remember. He pushes me back even more until he’s directly in front of me. Cal attempts to lift one of my leg upwards around his waist but before he can, I freeze.

Wait. What am I doing? It takes me seconds to regain memory of who I am and what I’m doing. He senses the change, but before he can do anything, I slightly push him away from me.

“Stop.” I gasp out. “We- We can’t do this.”

“What? That’s what I meant. I thought that would show you” he says clearly surprised.

“You and me. It won’t work, and I won’t let myself”

“What do you mean? Is it because of what I said before? I thought I already told you I didn’t mean it!” he lets out desperately trying to get me to see reason.

But it’s then that I remember. I remember my life before these past 2 days. Before Queenstrial. Kilorn, the stilts, my family, Mom, Dad, Gisa all come running back to me. My brothers. Still at the front. Dead, dying, who knows.

“Tell me. Tell me what I can do that’ll make you see it. To show you that I’m not who you think I am” Cal says again.

“What can you do? How about you start with my brothers. You know, the one’s fighting that endless fucking war with the Lakelanders. The one’s fighting your useless war. But then again, you couldn’t give less of a shit about some common reds” I growl out.

Because I can’t let myself forget again; I can’t forget who he truly is. He’s the Crown Prince of Norta, and I have no business attempting to see reason where he’s concerned. And he doesn’t bother to stop me as I walk out shutting his door in his face.

a/n: Well, well here we are y’all! Welcome back to another chapter :) Apologies for the delay on this one but it is extra long so I hope I made up for it

Love you all <3

#this is a long one #mare is so bipolar #im running out of curse words to call Cal #red queen #fanfic #mare barrow #cal calore #queenstrial #marecal

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