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supercorpkid · 3 years

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Mind Controlled – The Series.

Part 4 – There’s no forgiveness.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader.

Word count: 2190.

Warning: Injuries, pain, angst.

Previously on the series - part 1, part 2, part 3

Kara lands in the backyard when the first ray of the sun hits the sky. You’re still glued to her, covered in blood, sweat and tears. Your throat hurts like you’ve been screaming for hours straight. Your mind feels lazy, like for some reason you’ve lost part of your brain function. There’s blood coming out of several parts of your body, and you don’t know how any of those bruises ended up on you.

“Water, please.” You beg, when Kara goes inside the house and she takes you to the kitchen, still carrying your floppy body everywhere. You look at the kitchen wall. Bricks exposed, dust and broken parts on the floor and you gasp at the image imprinted on the wall. “I hurt you.”

“No, baby.” Kara sits you on the stool. She grabs water and pours cereal into a bowl for you. You don’t move. You can’t take your eyes from the wall. “You know I have super strength. You didn’t hurt me.”

“But I tried to.” You drink the water, so your mind gets occupied with something. What have you done? “Where’s mom? Did I hurt her too?”

“Baby.” Kara goes to you, and holds your face, gently. “I know you don’t remember anything, but you have to believe me. You didn’t hurt a single soul, ok?” You want to agree, but it’s hard because you really don’t remember if it’s true. “Eat something. You really need to shower this blood off, and you need some sleep.”

“But-” You try to argue, but Kara doesn’t want to talk anymore. So you look to the floor, finding impossible to stare at the wall and the proof you’ve acted like a monster. “Oh my God.”

“What, baby?” Kara follows your eyes to the floor.

“Mom’s vase. I broke mom’s vase.” You get up from the stool, stumbling your way to the vase. You fall on the floor, collecting one of the pieces. “She loved this.”

“My love, it’s just a vase.” Kara makes her way to where you are, crouching next to you.

“But you brought as a gift from that time you went to Japan, and she… SHE LOVES THIS!” You cry, trying to collect every piece, bleeding on the porcelain. “She will never forgive me.”

“Baby, no, no.” Kara takes the broken pieces from your hands, and picks you up. “That’s enough of self-loathing, come on.” She sits on the stool again. “Eat, please.”

You do as she told you to. It doesn’t take long until you’re clean and wrapped up in blankets and Kara’s arms, and you fall into a turbulent, but still needed sleep.

When you wake up, it’s the middle of the afternoon. You make your way to the kitchen, feeling equally shitty on the outside, but at least you can stand up now. On the inside you feel worse, like you have done things so horrible your brain is refusing to let you remember them. It sits heavy on your stomach and on your heart. You hope to Rao you haven’t done something irredeemable.

You walk in the kitchen and look around. Kara already cleaned the vase, and even though the wall is still broken, she somehow managed to make it look less like her body-shape. There’s so much food waiting for you, it looks like Kara is trying to feed a Kryptonian army.

“Hey, baby. Got some rest?” Kara comes closer, and she grabs your hands, studying them for the marks there. She looks at the marks on your wrists, and even lifts your shirt to look at the raw flesh of your ribcage, to make sure your injuries are better. They are not. “You need sunlight.”

“Momma, I’m not a sunflower.” You huff, while Kara picks you up again, taking you to the backyard, to the table there.

“Yes, you are.” She jokes and you look up to her while pouting.

“You are a sunflower.” You cross your arms, making Kara laugh.

She comes back into the house to pick up the food, and a few seconds later most of the food is in front of you.

“Where’s mom?” You ask, looking around, and since you don’t have your glasses, you can use your x-ray vision. “You said I didn’t hurt her, so why isn’t she home yet?”

“You didn’t hurt anyone, but you broke some stuff.” Kara grabs one slice of pizza, and sits next to you. Your eyes grow bigger.

“Besides her vase?” You still can’t forgive yourself for that. Kara nods. “What else?”

“Your training center.” She sighs, and your eyes are filled with tears right away. “You burnt it, actually.”

“I’m so sorry!” You cover your face with your hands, feeling embarrassed and sad. You loved going there and practicing with aunt Alex and your momma. Why the hell did you do that for?

“It wasn’t you.” Kara pulls you into a hug, and kisses your forehead. “You didn’t want to do or say any of those things. We know, baby.”

“But-” You tried to argue, still not understanding.

“Baby, you were mind controlled.” Kara breathes out her answer. “You did things you didn’t mean to. Someone else was pulling the strings. None of that was inside of you, none of that was what you once thought or wanted to do, ok?”

“Is that why I don’t remember a thing about it?” You ask, confused. Kara agrees with her head, and you look down trying to think. That’s a good thing. To know none of that was inside of you, and to know you didn’t mean to do any of that. But still, somebody used your body and your memories to hurt the ones you loved and the places you love, so that is terrifying. You look up to her again. “Someone, who?”

“Lex.” Kara lets out and you agree with your head, not wanting to hear anything else.

Ok, so you didn’t physically hurt anyone, but you know Lex (or at least his reputation), so you know that he probably found other ways to hurt people. And Lena, poor Lena, was probably his first choice for that, because he genuinely hates her.

You really want to apologize, so you can’t wait until Lena to get home for you to do so. But she doesn’t come. You wait and wait, but Lena never arrives. You probably screwed up with her big time.

Kara keeps reassuring you that you didn’t, that none of it it’s your fault, but it can’t be true. So, one day Lex mind controls you to beat up your momma, destroy important places to you, and you’re supposed to believe this has nothing to do with Lena not coming home to you?

You wake up before Kara does, and you go to the kitchen to make her breakfast, so you can somehow apologize for whatever it is that happened on the day and night before. You make her all of her favorites, and leave a note under a flower on the counter for when she wakes up.

You are the sunflower.

You don’t wait for her to wake up, though. Your heart has been desperate for hours wanting to see your mom and have her forgiveness and feel her comfort. There’s nothing more comforting in the world than Lena’s hands on your hair while you place your head on her lap.

You listen to her heartbeat, and you go to her. You land on Lena’s balcony at L Corp, looking inside to where she is sitting on the couch. You also notice other things: Her overnight bag pushed to the side, untouched food in front of her, her red eyes and puffy cheeks. It breaks your heart all the more.

“Mom.” You go to her, kneeling on the floor in front of her and placing your head on her lap. “Please, forgive me. Please.”

“Come on, baby, stand up.” Lena tries to hold your hand, but you settle on her lap, weeping mercifully.

“I don’t know what I said, or did, but I know I’ve hurt you. Please, please, forgive me.” You ask between the tears and the cracks in your voice. Lena’s hands go to your head. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

“It wasn’t you.” Lena strokes your hair, gently. “It was Lex mind controlling you. Babygirl, I’m not angry. Everything is ok.”

You lift your head so you can look at her. Lena gives you a sad little smile, while cleaning the tears on your face.

“But-but you’re here.” You look around. “You’re not home, because you can’t be around me anymore.”

“What? Baby, no!” Lena holds your arms gently, making you stand and sit next to her. She gives you a comforting hug, that feels too nice to be fake. And cups your face, right after. “This has nothing to do with you. Do you hear me?”

“I don’t understand.” You furrow your brows, looking scared and lost. “You’re sleeping in your office at L Corp right after I was turned into a monster. How can this have nothing to do with me?”

“Babygirl, do you trust me?” Lena asks. Her eyes flicker, anxiously, studying your face, like she’s afraid of your answer.

“More than myself.” It’s your most truthful sentence. She gives you a soft smile.

“Then believe me when I tell you, I’m not mad at you, and I’m not here because I can’t be around you.” She strokes your cheeks with her thumbs. “I love you more than anything, and I’m very, extremely, deeply happy that my baby is back.”

“I am.” You repeat, agreeing with your head. “Then, please come back home.”

“I can’t.” She kisses your forehead, and then lets go of your face. “Not now, anyways.”

“Mom.” You try, but she shakes her head like she’s telling you to stop this conversation.

“Please, have breakfast with me?” She asks turning to the food before you, and even though you already ate, you refuse to say no and let her eat alone.

When you’re finished eating, and you see that Lena actually ate something, you decide to pick the subject back again.

“Mom, I know I was mind controlled, but, um, I need to make sure I didn’t physically hurt you or said anything too painful.” She looks at you, pointing at herself, like she’s saying that she’s not hurt. “Right. And the second part?”

“Baby, I told you. The things you said? All Lex.” She kisses your forehead again. “Stop worrying.” You wish it was that simple. That you could just simply stop worrying, but you look at her face, you see the sadness in her eyes, and you know you would do anything to make her happy again.

Your phone starts ringing and she looks at it, reading the name in it.

“Answer it, so Kara doesn’t worry about you.” She says, and you furrow your brows.

Kara. Heart beating fast. Breath stuck in her lungs.

“Hey, momma.”

“Kid, where are you? You made all this breakfast and left me here to eat alone?”

“Came to check upon mom.”

“Oh, um, right. How-How is Lena?”

Lena. Choking on her words. Dear Rao. This isn’t about you at all.

“Sleeping at her office, so not great.”

Lena raises an eyebrow at you, and you hear Kara sucking on air.

“You guys want to tell me something?” You ask on the phone while looking at Lena.

“We’ll talk when you get home.” You hear Kara’s voice, and then the dial tone. You lower your phone and keep waiting for Lena’s response.

“It has nothing to do with you.” Lena says, holding your hands, and stroking your bruises lightly. “This is between me and your momma only, ok?”

“Mom, please, come home. Whatever it is, you two need to talk.” You ask, and she shakes her head in denial.

“Please baby. Let’s not talk about it.” Even though she added the ‘please’ you know it’s not a request. You know your mom, and you can see it on her face that you better drop the subject right now, or you will make things worse.

So, it seems that none of your moms are mad at you, or sad about the things you’ve said and done. It looks like it has nothing to do with you, and it’s a fight between them.

Alex also doesn’t seem to care, when you see her in the middle of the week, she just smiles and waves at you. She doesn’t even want to listen to your apology, she just cuts you off with a “kiddo, save that apology for a time you do this with your worst intentions. This wasn’t your fault, so I don’t need no apology.”

And you wish that could go into your brain and make you forgive yourself for the things that you know, now, you’ve done. But there’s still exposed bricks on your kitchen wall, there’s still no place for you to practice, and there’s still no Lena in your house. And as the week goes on and on, and you don’t know if she’ll ever come back, there’s no forgiveness you can give to yourself.

#supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp daughter #supercorp fanfic #supercorpfamily #lena x reader #reader insert

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shinsorokiri · 3 years

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S/o Loses Memory and Quirk

Kaminari Denki HCs

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions broken bones, a panic attack, panic attack symptoms, sad Denki

A/N: Ngl writing angst for Denki did something to my little heart. He only deserves happiness and I’m mad at myself for giving him sadness lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I’ll be writing one like this for All Might next so keep your eyes peeled for that one!

Shinsou, Aizawa, Hawks, and Dabi

Todoroki, Bakugou, and Kirishima

Kaminari Denki | Chargebolt

You are his partner in crime

You’re the one who is always there to take care of him when he goes dumb

You’re the one who is always there to comfort him when he feels like an idiot

You’re always the one who is there for him

And he’s always the one who is there for you

It’s been that way for years

Ever since you transferred to UA your second year of high school

The two of you became fast friends

Best friends even

And his flirty nature made it so it wasn’t too long before the two of you entered a real relationship

The two of you EXUDE the most chaotic good energy that even Bakugou finds it kind of endearing

But unbeknownst to his friends

Denki can get really fucking serious when it comes to you

It lowkey shocked you the first time you saw him act like that

And it was all because you were sparring with him and you tripped over your own damn foot and face planted

You figured he’d just point and laugh at you but he ran over and checked you EVERYWHERE to make sure you weren’t hurt

mans even SCOLDED you

YOU WERE SCOLDED BY DENKI KAMINARI

But you lowkey LOVED it because like

Wow

He does like me !!!

Of course that was in your final year at UA

The two of you are now pro-heroes at separate agencies

And boy oh boy does Denki worry about you

He can’t help it

He has seen you run into a wall because you were trying to rely on scent instead of sight “in case you get stuck in a dark room with a villain”

He worries

But he also knows you are strong

And also a hot badass who can take on anyone

Well

Almost anyone

Midoriya could probably kick your ass but that’s just because it’s Midoriya

But in all seriousness

He isn’t even patrolling today

He has the day off actually

And Denki has never baked anything before in his life

But

He knows that there’s been this mysterious villain giving your agency some trouble recently

So he wants to make you some of your favorite cookies

Or at least try to

And then have a lil movie night

He’s a clingy little shit

And he wants to destress you so

He will refuse to let go of you for the rest of the night goddamnit!

So there he is

Taking the semi-burnt but still edible cookies out of the oven

His favorite program on in the background

When suddenly

His show gets interrupted

And the hero scanner the two of you have goes off in your living room

He immediately turns his attention to the television

Stopping in the middle of the kitchen

Still holding the cookies

When he sees live footage of you falling from a 3 story building

Onto concrete

He drops the pan

And literally sprints out of the door

He doesn’t even have shoes on

But he doesn’t give a single Fuck™

He rushes down the stairs of the apartment building the two of you live in

And gets to his car in record time

Mans be speeding to the hospital he knows you’re gonna be at

You two had a plan in place with each other and your agencies that if anything would happen to either of you

You would both go to this specific hospital so you two could know where the other was at all times

Of course he was crying while speeding

And his heart rate was way too fast for him to be functioning

But he had to get to you

He had to

And he did

He pulled into a parking spot reserved for pro-heroes and ran inside the emergency room

When he asked about you the nurse told him you were currently in surgery for some severe bone breaks

He got a nasty taste in his mouth

But he just nodded

She told him he could wait in the waiting room

And he did

He sat down in a chair

And he was trying so hard to keep it together

Hard

But eventually Kirishima, Mina, Sero, and even Bakugou showed up

To be fair

Mina and you did work at the same agency

So she saw everything that happened

They immediately went over to him

And he looked up at Mina

And deadass this is the first time any of them see how genuinely serious Denki can get

He asks Mina what happened

And she hesitates

But his face is dead serious

There are obviously tears leaking out of his eyes

But his stare is wildly intense

And Mina knows that if she says no he’ll just keep asking or ask someone else at the agency

So she tells him

“Well… we were patrolling, like usual, when that villain that’s been keeping us on our toes showed up. They’ve never… done anything other than rob people and knock them out so we thought hey this should be easy. Especially since (Y/n) was there. When they saw us they ran into a building and we chased after them and when we had them cornered on the roof they did this weird… sneak attack? But not really? I don’t know it was… odd, they had this like patterned fight technique and they hit (Y/n) in a few different places, and she went to use her quirk to fight back but… nothing happened… and then they hit her like at the bottom of her skull and she just… fell down unconscious. And then they… threw her… off…”

She started trailing off at the end because a sob tore through Denki’s throat

And then he started hyperventilating

Luckily Bakugou and Kirishima were there to help him out

They get panic attacks frequently, so they managed to calm him down and get him to breathe again

And they stayed with him for as long as they had to

Eventually after hours

A doctor came out and approached Denki

“Pro Hero Chargebolt?”

He stands up very fast

He’s informed that you are out of surgery

And that the surgery went well

However they noticed something odd in your MRI results

It seemed that a portion of your brain was damaged?

But not quite

It was still functioning

But something about it was off

And they had never seen anything like it before

It was like certain parts of your brain were blocked but everything else was fine

Upon hearing this Denki’s heart broke

And then after hearing the part of your brain that was impacted was the part that contained long term memories

His heart shattered

“We’re afraid she may have severe amnesia. We’re going to keep running tests to see just what is going on, we think it’s the quirk of that villain. A lot of the victims of their crimes have blockages in their muscle groups, but we’ve never seen a blockage in the brain from them.”

Denki is quiet

He literally doesn’t say anything

Until he whispers

“Can i see her?”

The doctor nods

And he leads him to your room

You’re still asleep

And you’re covered in bandages and casts

It breaks his heart

His friends texted him to tell him they went home but if he needs them at any minute that they will be on their way to the hospital in ten seconds flat

He appreciates it

But right now he really just wanted to be alone with you

He just sat next to you

Holding your hand

He was even moving your pointer finger to trace the Lichtenberg Figures trailing up and down his arms

You always do it when the two of you are cuddling at night

It helps him sleep

And reminds him that you love him regardless of his faults

And right now he just

He really needs you

This goes on for an hour before he feels you start to move

And he freezes

“(Y/n?”

You open your eyes

And squint at him

“Uh… h-hi… aren’t you that guy in my new class…?”

He stares at you

Completely deadpan

Before laughing a bit

But it isn’t a happy laugh

It’s very much a sad laugh

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

“Cool, but um… how did you know my name already?… Are you crying?”

Yes

He was

He was laughing and crying at the same time

He probably looked like he was losing his mind

But he really did just lose his whole world so

It’s a prompted reaction

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

His voice was more strained this time

“Are you… are you okay?”

“Yeah, but you’re not. And I didn’t save you, and now you don’t know who I am, and I’m just… I’m so sorry, babe. I’m so sorry.”

The laughing stopped

Now he’s just sobbing

In your mind

You’d seen him a few times while touring the school

And he was always laughing and smiling

Always

So this was shocking

And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t tug on your heart strings

You instinctively reach out to grab his hand

And he grips onto it so tight

Almost like he’s afraid of letting go

“…You called me babe?”

He tries to even his breathing

But he nods

“I don’t… I don’t even know you, I-”

“You do. You do, but… you don’t. It’s… it’s complicated and I’m a literal dumbass so… I’ll call a doctor. They’ll explain.”

And that he does

And the doctor does in fact explain

And after the doctor leaves

You ask him to tell you about your relationship

And he does

He tells you even the smallest details

From the time that you painted the nail on his right hand middle finger pink because he lost a bet and he ended up liking it and buying nail polish for himself

To the time that you two told everyone you break danced all night to break in your new apartment when in reality he turned on Lover by Taylor Swift and the two of you slow danced in your living room

All of it

And he even managed to slip in the fact that you’d remember all of this after he caught the villain who did this to you

And he will catch them.

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getouisms · 3 years

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[ - 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟓.𝟏 - The Guest

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Y/n, a 22 year old successful model is tired of the tabloids shaming her about her dating status when she’s seen out with her friends. Unsure of what to do to stop the gossip, Oikawa suggests a fake boyfriend. Fortunately, Kenma knows the perfect person who’d go for an idea as stupid as that one.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Alcohol (a drunk person with hostility)

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 … 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 … 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

“I’m so sorry, I really thought I could try this recipe out and have it succeed,” Kuroo apologizes sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

A light giggle leaves your mouth as you stare at the blackened oil burnt to the pan accompanied by charred garlic and half charred onions. It was an honest attempt to make a favorite dish of yours, but he had the pan set too high after an accidental misread of the recipe. In his defense, you look awfully cute peeking over his phone trying to get an idea of what he’s making while he’s hiding the screen from you. Waves of laughter filling the kitchen, a light bouncing in your eyes as you look at him, it’s easy to forget what heat the pan should have been on.

“It’s okay babe,” you hum, pulling your phone out to check the ETA of your sushi order, “it’ll be here soon it says,” you reply, clicking off the screen as Kuroo runs the cold water into the pan.

Your arms slip behind him as he grabs the sponge, trying to wash off the burnt ingredients from the pan. A smile is on his face as he leans into the embrace, mumbling beneath his breath.

“Good thing I didn’t prep all the ingredients,” Kuroo jokes, warmth filling his chest at the small laugh you emit against his shirt.

“Just let it soak, we can worry about that later,” you offer, kissing the back of his shoulder as he hums faintly.

“I’ll get as much as I can off before soaking it and you can go choose us a movie?” Kuroo mumbles, turning his head over his shoulder to peer at you, who nods and reluctantly pulls back away from him.

Shuffling into the living room, you turn on the TV as a knock on the door fills the apartment. Your eyebrows furrowed. The food couldn’t be here, you had just checked it. But, in the event it was, you walk over to the door; unlocking it to see Atsumu with red eyes and alcohol staining his clothes. Your eyes widened, watching his eyes well with water.

“I know I said I’d take space, but I miss ya so much,” Atsumu slurs, pulling you in for a hug.

Alcohol in his breath made your eyes sting as you hesitantly hug him back. You missed him, your heart hurt to see him at your doorstep drunk. He’s never been someone to drink, never been someone to spend his nights late at a bar.

You pull back, patting his chest, smiling faintly and warmly up at him.

“Let me call you a cab okay?”

“Everything okay?” Kuroo calls out, walking around to the living room with a towel drying off his hands.

The warm look in Atsumu’s eyes change as he shoves his way past you to get in. Panic nestling in your body as you follow behind quickly, grabbing Atsumu’s shoulder who didn’t look back at you as he spoke.

“Is this him?” He gestures with his hand at Kuroo, who slung the towel over his shoulder.

“Atsumu, please,” you plead softly, tugging gently at his shoulder.

He could never scare you. Atsumu would do nothing to put you in harm’s way, but you also never have seen him upset like this before.

“Yeah, I’m him, I’m Kuroo,” Kuroo replies in your stead, you cast a pleading gaze over at him to help you and he returns an assuring nod.

“Ya stole her from me, and to be honest, I’m not sure what she’s seeing in ya,” Atsumu taunts, making you step in front of him to block in front of him.

“‘Tsumu, stop please, you’re drunk, you’re not thinking straight. You don’t mean this,” you reason, tears welling in your eyes as the mean gaze is downcasted in your direction.

“No, actually, I mean this. What do you see in him you don’t see in me? He can’t be funnier than I am, I’m nicer to look at, I care about ya more than anyone, what is it, Y/n?” Atsumu spits.

A few tears slip down your cheeks before Kuroo steps in front of you. You see his jaw locked in anger, hand between the two men to keep Atsumu from approaching any closer.

“You’re upsetting her, stop. This situation has been very difficult for her, and you being mean to her to make her feel bad isn’t helping. Sit down, we’ll call you a cab, and you can talk to her in the morning once you’re sober,” Kuroo’s tone holds a serious graveness you’ve never heard before.

Atsumu rolls his eyes, and you hope to never see him drunk again. You’ve never seen Atsumu be hostile, and it hurts. It feels like something that’s your fault.

“I wasn’t talking to you, get out of my fucking face and shut up before I shut you up myself,” Atsumu threatens, trying to push past Kuroo to face you who wouldn’t budge.

“Atsumu please stop,” you plead shakily, but it gets ignored by Atsumu.

“Last time, sit down and we’ll call you a cab,” A warning slips past from Kuroo.

As your eyes are glued to the scene in front of you, it felt like Atsumu’s drunk movements were in slow motion as he lifted his fist to punch Kuroo in the face. Kuroo got a quick punch to his nose that made Atsumu stumble onto the floor, the blondes’ hands over his bloody nose. Your mouth agape as you watched Atsumu mumble incoherently as he leaned his head back against the wall, forgetting he was in the room with you both.

“He’ll be fine,” Kuroo whispers, turning around to wipe your tears that were streaming steadily.

You both turn to look over at Atsumu who leans against the wall, dozed off.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I’m so sorry,” your voice comes out shakily, Kuroo’s hands gently cupping your cheeks.

“Why are you apologizing? None of this is your fault,” he whispers, kissing your forehead.

“I feel responsible for him and I’m so sorry that this is how you first met him,” you sniffle, leaning your forehead against his shoulder.

“You aren’t responsible for him. He’s drunk, he’s having a hard time, so he resorted to acting like a dick. It’s not excusable what he did, but I understand he’s not in his right mind and when we meet again, I’ll consider that the first meeting,” Kuroo’s voice lulls out comfortingly, hand rubbing your back gently, “I have all night to cheer you up, and we still have dinner on the way, but first why don’t we get the big guy home over here. Have anyone we can call?”

You smile faintly, nodding as you pull away to pull out your phone. The obvious call would be his brother, but you don’t have his phone number saved onto your phone, so you go into your favorites to dial Oikawa.

“Y/n! Hi!” His cheery voice greets, you can hear a movie playing in the background.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, um, but Atsumu came over drunk and I was hoping you could come over and I can call Tendou to help get him out of here?” you hate how shaky your voice sounds, but the comforting touch of Kuroo’s thumb against your cheek to wipe the stray tear made you feel better.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry Y/n, yeah, I’ll get him out of here. Don’t worry about calling Tendou, I’ll call and pick him up since he’s on the way,” Oikawa replies, and you thank him before hanging up.

Kuroo pulls you back in for a hug, hiding your face in his shoulder to avoid looking at the slumped sleeping figure of Atsumu against the wall. The only time he let you go was to move you to the couch, sitting you on his lap with his back facing him as he whispered comforting things, things to make you laugh.

He’s special, you think, someone who wanted to stay with you during your rough times. Even now, as one of your best friends nearly hit him, he’s the one comforting you and chuckling faintly at your concern over him being nearly hit.

A knock on the door sounded before it opened to the flurry of brown hair of Oikawa, looking at the slumped Atsumu in disappointment, Tendou following with anger cloaking his features.

“We got here as fast as we could,” Oikawa commented, nudging Atsumu with his foot, “gross he’s a mess. What happened?”

You went to speak but Kuroo mumbled, ‘relax I got it’ before recounting the events, Tendou rolling his eyes.

“Let’s get him out of here before he comes to and tries to start a problem again. You guys okay?” He asks, watching you both nod.

Oikawa shakes him awake, the room watching Atsumu blink awake blearily but only looking over at Oikawa. A pout taking shape on his lips.

“My nose hurts,” He whines, Tendou rolling his eyes once more.

“Good, I hope it’s broken,” Oikawa says through a bitter smile as Tendou helps lift him.

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gold3nfics · 3 years

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Anachronism {Chapter Two}

Author's note: I feel like this chapter is kind of short but, as promised Y/N has made an appearance.

[Also, can we talk about Jungkook's live??? Are y'all still recovering from it? Because I am and will be for a while lol]

Word Count: 2,532

They all made direct contact with the ground underneath them, drawing out groans and grunts of pain among them.

“Did the book say anything about the portal giving us a concussion?” Yoongi asks while slowly getting up from the hard ground.

Namjoon sighs at his dry comment and slowly moves to help Jungkook stand up. Once the other’s vision becomes clearer and less blurry, they take in what is around them.

“Where are we?” Jungkook asks, noticing the open area around them.

It appeared that they were standing in what could have been an open field if it wasn't for a large part of it that lacked grass and was black. Hoseok stepped forward and kneeled in front of the dark spot and touched it.

“It seems that there had been a fire,” he said, rubbing the dried and burnt remains of the field between his fingers, “that’s unfortunate. This looks like it could have been a wonderful place to see.”

Yoongi furrows his brows, “Which way do we even go? The portal was supposed to bring us to who we are looking for, but all I am seeing is nature. Or, well, what is left of it.” The boys glance around trying to see if they can find anything similar to a path, but once they do they all notice a light coming from the inside of their left hands.

Jimin looks down at his hand, “Please tell me your marks are also glowing, or else I am going to freak out.”

The boys say nod in response; Namjoon decides to walk forward, but then the light ceases. Furrowing his brows, he steps back and turns his body to the left, causing the mark to glow slightly again.

“It’s like a compass,” he states with amazement evident in his tone and looks up at the others, “we will just walk in a certain direction and if it keeps glowing, then we are on the right path to finding them.”

The boys nod in understanding and all begin to walk together down the field. Their marks eventually lead them to a road that goes in the direction of a small town up ahead of them. The boys abandon looking at their marks to take a good look at the town in front of them. It is still pretty early in the morning so really, the only people out and about are older individuals.

Once they are walking on the sidewalks of the town, they notice the people there looking at them weirdly, “Why are they looking at us like that?” Jungkook asks.

Jin chuckles, “Look down, our clothing doesn’t exactly fit in. So of course they would be looking at us weirdly.”

“Well, we will just need to find new clothes then, won’t we?” Taehyung smirks and sprints off into a small shop he had been eyeing with the boys following behind him.

“Wait! Taehyung! Don’t run so fast!” Hoseok yells after him.

Once they arrive at the store, they find Taehyung speaking with an older man at the counter.

“Sir, we just need some clothes because in case you haven’t noticed,” Taehyung gestures towards his body, “ours are not suitable.”

The man sighs in frustration, “I told you before and I will tell you again.” he crosses his arms, “If you have no money, you may not have anything from here.”

“But we-” Yoongi steps in and cuts Taehyung off

“We are very sorry sir. Please excuse my friend’s behavior,” The man moves his gaze to meet Yoongi whose pupils narrow in on him, “we are new to town and would really just like to keep a low profile.”

The man stills, “I am sure you understand, right?”

“I do. You know what? It is fine. I suppose you boys getting what you need won’t be any trouble. We get plenty of business on the weekends so we will not be hurting much.” The man smiles warmly and turns to walk to the back of the store.

The boys all look at Yoongi confused, “How did you do that? I tried explaining the same thing, but he looked like he was close to smacking me.” Taehyung says.

“Yeah, you’re usually not good with people; let alone convincing them.” Hoseok states. Yoongi shakes his head, “I don’t know, something just came over me. It was like I was speaking to him, but I was also in his mind controlling the conversation.”

“Are you serious?!” Jungkook exclaims, “Yoongi, that's your power.”

The boys look at the youngest, “Mind control. Remember? Ara said that we all have certain abilities and that we would have to find them on our own; mind control is yours Yoongi.”

“Okay well we can discuss powers later,” Namjoon speaks up and moves towards one of the full racks of clothing, “for now just get the things you need so we can get a move on.”

***

“You know,” Jin says before taking a sip of his water and grabbing a fry, “this place may not have the nicest people or the prettiest views, but their food is pretty alright.” the others make sounds and nod in agreement.

After they had changed their clothing and also gathered a few other minor things from the store, Namjoon decided that they should find a place to eat, mostly because he was hungry, but also to sit down and put together a plan.

Namjoon cleared his throat before speaking, “So once we find who it is we are looking for; how should we approach the situation? Does anyone have any ideas?” Jungkook looks at him, “What do you mean?”

Namjoon sighs tiredly, “Well we can’t just go up to them and say ‘Hi, we are from a different realm, and you are bonded to each of us, but that’s a mistake so now you need to come with us so we can save our people.’ ”

Jungkook smiles, “I mean, I'd be down if someone said that to me.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes and sips his drink, “Wasn’t that the same attitude that got you mugged after that girl told you to follow her?”

The others laughed loudly as Jungkook’s cheeks blushed slightly due to embarrassment,

“It wasn’t my fault!” he defended, “She was really cute and I hadn’t even kissed anyone yet at that age.”

Jimin smirked, “At that age? Wasn’t that a few months ago?” Jungkook sent a hard glare Jimin’s way as the others' laughter only increased.

After they had calmed down, Jin looked at Namjoon and shrugs, “If you want my opinion, I think we should just try to sit down with them and explain the situation. I mean we all have the marks and Hanuel’s book as proof, so I don’t think they would have a hard time believing us.”

“Yeah, and if our marks glow when we are near them; I would think that theirs would too. If I didn’t know anything about the circle and saw my hand glowing, I would want answers.” Hoseok adds while observing the people around him.

Namjoon nods in agreement and understanding, “Alright then we will do that, I just hope everything works.”

“It will,” Jungkook smiles and says while reaching for his water, “don’t worry.”

***

After the boys had finished eating, they resumed their search. Their marks had led them in front of what appeared to be a flower shop in a quieter part of town.

As they entered the shop, they couldn’t help but recognize a warm feeling come over their bodies. They all passed it off as being due to the indoor heating, but they knew individually that it was because of something else.

A petite and kind-looking elderly woman had noticed them from behind the counter, “Hello!” she announced with a sweet smile on her face while making her way towards them, “Can I help you boys with anything?”

Jin looks at her and smiles, “Oh no, we are just-”

“Let me guess, you boys are looking for flowers to give to your girlfriends, right?”

Yoongi looks at her shocked and attempts to correct her, “Oh no! You see we are just here looking for-”

“Follow me fellas,” the woman laughs while grabbing Yoongi, Jin, and Hoseok’s arms and leads them away from the others, “in my experience, no men ever come into my shop unless they need flowers as an apology or gift. We actually have some really nice bouquets over here, and they are on sale too!”

Namjoon, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin all stand there trying to process what just happened,

“Okay, I guess it is just us for right now.” Namjoon looks at the young trio, “You guys try to look on this level of the shop to find them, I’ll look on the second level. Oh! And try not to allow people to see your marks, okay?” The three nod and break off into different directions.

Namjoon makes his way towards the stairs on his left to begin his search. As he is walking up the stairs he looks down at his satchel, that he got from the store, and reaches inside of it to make sure Hanuel’s book is still there. Just as he realizes the book is safe and looks up, he comes face to face with a rather large bouquet of daisies and sunflowers; as well as crashing into the person holding the bouquet. Namjoon is quick to grasp his hands around the person's waist to steady them as well as himself.

“I am so sorry! Are you alright? I was looking at the flowers in this bouquet and I wasn’t watching where I was going.” the person says very fast and worriedly.

However, Namjoon wasn’t making any effort to say anything, mostly because he felt as if he couldn’t form any words. It was as if everything around the both of them had blurred and become silent, and everything that had previously stressed his mind had diminished.

The only thing that was on his mind now, was her.

The slight warmth that he had experienced upon entering the shop was nothing compared to what he felt now. His body had indeed grown warmer, but his heartbeat had increased and everything felt fuzzy. It also didn’t help with how close they were with his hands on her waist, and her left hand holding his shoulder to keep her stable.

The girl in front of him had grown shy and blushed in embarrassment once she realized where her hand was. She went to move away and step back, but was stopped due to the attractive man in front of her not releasing his gentle hold on her waist. Namjoon snapped out his daze once he noticed her moving to step back,

“Oh no! It’s alright, sorry about that. I am pretty clumsy myself and just hope I didn’t hurt you.” Namjoon laughs nervously while rubbing the back of his neck. The young woman looks at him with bright and endearing eyes, and lets out a light laugh; one that causes Namjoon to perk up and smile fondly at.

“Don’t you worry, I’m just glad I had you catch me.” she takes a step down to stand on the same stair as Namjoon, “Usually, I just end up falling and hoping for the best, and that no one saw me.” Namjoon chuckles at that statement.

“Well, I am glad that I could be of help…” he pauses waiting for her to inform him of her name,

“Oh!” she lowers the bouquet she is holding, revealing a small name tag, “Y/N, my name is Y/N. And you are?”

“Namjoon, nice to meet you.” Namjoon smiles, which Y/N returns back.

“Well, I’ll see you around Namjoon.” she begins to descend down the stairs but Namjoon stops her,

“Wait!” Y/N stops and turns around, cute confusion evident on her face, “Do you need any help? My friends are looking around the store, and I am not looking to buy anything, so it is really no bother for me to help you.”

Y/N shakes her head, “Oh, no I couldn’t ask a customer to do that. It’s okay really-”

“You’re not the one asking, I am.” Namjoon cuts her off and walks down to stand next to her.

Y/N looks up at him with eyes that appear as if she is analyzing his own, Namjoon finds that he just can’t help staring into them, “Okay, I suppose I could use the help since my coworker is on his break; follow me!” and that is exactly what Namjoon does.

As he is walking behind her silently, he takes the time to look over her. He takes in the overalls and oversized shirt she is wearing, her hair that is half up and out of her face, and also her attractive physique from the back; but Namjoon would never admit that part.

He also notices the little specks and smudges of dirt scattered on her clothing and arms. This made him smile at the thought of her clumsily repotting plants.

How cute. Namjoon smiles; his admiring is stopped however as they approach a small room and the woman in front of him turns around and places the bouquet on a table beside her. He looks at her with slight confusion, and she smiles, “You strong?” she asks with a slight smirk while putting her hands on her hips.

Namjoon quirks an eyebrow at her question, “Maybe, it depends on the job.”

“Think you can help me move those bags of soil out of that room, to right here?” Namjoon smiles,

“Sure, think you can keep up?” he asks while rolling up his sleeves and moving into the storage type room,

“I don’t know, I am quite the skilled dirt mover.” Y/N responds and laughs as she goes to remove her gloves.

Namjoon stills once he sees Y/N reaching for her gloves, suddenly reminded of why he was here. He takes a quick glance at his mark and notices it is glowing brightly.

Wait a second, shit hold on wait- Namjoon’s thoughts were interrupted by a sharp gasp from Y/N,

“What the hell is this?!” She exclaims loudly while staring at her hand trying to rub it, thinking that it is some hallucination.

Namjoon quickly moves towards her and gently grabs her hand to comfort her, “Hey, it’s okay! You don’t need to freak out, I have it too, see.” he raises his hand showing Y/N the same glowing mark that she had.

Y/N’s eyes widen and Namjoon can see the fear and confusion in her eyes, so he goes to tell her that it’s okay and that she should take a seat; however, his actions were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

Both Y/N and Namjoon look towards the doorway and see three other men, all of which are holding little succulents and have dumbfounded expressions on their faces.

If they had something important to say, they had definitely forgotten what it was once their gaze had set on Y/N.

“Hey guys,” Namjoon clears his throat and moves away from Y/N awkwardly, “this is Y/N.”

#bts x reader #bts fanfic #ot7 x reader #au #bangtan ot7

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noladyme · 4 years

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Chess. Chapter 1

Y/N never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. She only took what she needed, or what she felt others needed. She’d stayed out of sight for a long time, avoiding anything that could get her in to too much trouble. But for some reason Rick Flag shows up in her life, and in an instant, everything changes.

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Thuesdays were never good for earning at Sammy’s. The small burlesque club, with the unfortunate grammatically incorrect name, smelled like it always did. Of old tobacco, cheap alcohol, and even cheaper perfume. The regulars were seated in their usual seats, eyeing me, as I – with as much enthusiasm as I could muster – smiled at them. Not the smile. Disappearing from the stage in the middle of a dance wouldn’t exactly earn me extra tips.

I blew a kiss at the patrons, and leant over the chair, resting my hips on the back of it, before I put my hands on the seat, lifting my legs into the air, into a perfect mermaid position. Shimmying my shoulders, I then lowered my chest onto the seat, folding my hands under my chin. I winked at the patron straight in front of me – a skinny middle aged man, with a tan suit, two sizes too big for him – I then sighed, and sent a longing look at his pack of cigarettes. God, I wanted a smoke. Mr. Tan Suit saw the look, and giddily put a cigarette between my lips, lighting it for me with a shaking hand. I pretended not to mind that he almost burnt of my eyebrows, and lifted my torso in to the air again.

Cigarette in mouth, I spread my legs into a frog position, and slid my butt under myself, down the front of the backrest, finally landing with a bump on the seat.

Scanning the room for potential income, I locked eyes with a stranger, seated with his back against the wall. He looked different than the regulars. For one thing, he looked like he’d actually showered that morning; but what really caught my eye, was the way he seemed completely at ease in the dark rundown club, relaxing in his chair, arms folded across his chest. Nice looking arms, I thought to myself. I wonder what else on him is nice.

The usual patrons, even the regulars, would always have some sort of nervous twitch, bouncing their legs, pulling at their shirts, looking like they felt they were doing something naughty; sitting here, looking at men, women and everything in between, dancing and grinding across the stage.

This guy was a regular Ken doll – scratch that, G.I. Joe – sitting perfectly still, watching my every move. Not a smile or a lifted brow, to reveal any kind of arousal or nerves. I didn’t know whether to be annoyed or aroused by his look. I decided to go with annoyed.

I stood up, and finishing with a twirl around the folding chair, I picked up the tip-bucket, and sauntered of the stage with it in hand. I walked past Mr. Tan Suit, smiling at him. He seemed sweet, probably spent his last change on the entry fee, but even if he hadn’t, I would leave his purse alone. As a thank you for the smoke.

With a last look at G.I. Joe, I smirked and bit my lower lip. He looked me straight in the eyes. Nothing. Not a smile. Just big, light brown eyes, over chiseled cheekbones; staring at me, as if goading me to make a move.

Fuck him, I thought, and went to get a drink.

Sammy was behind the bar as usual, as I sat down on one of the stools. Free, though watered down, drinks were part of the deal, when you performed here.

“Tip alright today, cher’?”, he drawled at me, not meeting my eyes. I riffled through the bucket.

“15 bucks, and what looks like a stick of gum”, I retorted, reaching for the glass of scotch he handed me.

“Jackpot”, Sammy joked, scratching his armpit. “Look, honey”, he started, before I interrupted him.

“Yeah, I know. Times are hard. You just had to pay one of your suppliers. Your dog ate your homework… I know your spiel”. I winked at him. “Pay me next week, yeah?”, I said, and put the 15 dollars in my bra.

Sammy reached over and pinched my cheek. “You’re my favorite girl, Y/N”.

Yeah, me and every other of the dancers who’d let him of easy. Sammy was a good guy, but running a burlesque club in The Narrows in Gotham wasn’t the most lucrative decision he’d made since leaving New Orleans. Had he opened a stripclub, he might have made some money, but Sammy had a strict “no nipple”-policy in his club.

“I’ll manage, Sammy. I have my ways”, I smirked at him.

“I know you do, cher’”, he answered. “Just be careful”.

“Always am”, I said, already of the stool, walking towards the backstage door.

Walking past a table of men, who looked like they’d had one too many, a hand grabbed my wrist; pulling me into the lap of a sweaty man in his 40’s. His hand groped at my thigh, as I tried to get up.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw G.I. move. He was leaning forward, eyes even more intense.

“Not so fast, sweetheart”, the sweaty man said. “Gotta get my moneys worth”, he whispered in my ear, as his hand travelled further north, trying to reach the inside of my legs. I pressed my thighs together hard, and slid my fingers across the table, towards his money clip. It was his own fault really, leaving money around like that. I looked at the man, and gave him my smile, as my fingertips reached the bills on the table, making them vanish from sight.

Looking at G.I., I saw his eyes had moved from mine, towards my fingers, and the now invisible money clip.

Shit, I thought, chills running up my spine. Not good. G.I.s eyes locked with mine again, his lips parting for the first time, into something other than a smile. More like a sneer.

“Hey!”, I heard Sammys southern drawl from behind me. His fist was firmly clenched around the mans shirt collar. “No touching the performers!”. The man instantly let go of my thigh, and I got up, sliding the money clip into the front of my shorts.

I kissed Sammys cheek. “Thanks”, I smiled, trying to hide the sadness from my voice. I wouldn’t see him again. I knew that.

Walking calmly towards the backstage door, I was very aware of G.I. following my every move. I had – maybe – 30 seconds. Closing the door behind me, I locked it, and put a chair under the doorknob. That might buy me a few seconds more. My backpack was still on the table, always packed, always ready. There was no way I was going anywhere inconspicuously, dressed in a red glittery bra, and bootyshorts. I quickly put on my ripped jeans and thin black, off the shoulder, sweater. Sammys trucker cap – a memento from his days as a truckdriver in Louisiana – hung on a nail by the door. I mentally apologized to him, put it on my head, and grabbed my leather jacket. With a final look across the small dressing room, I blinked away a tear, and stepped onto the wobbly dressing table, opening the small window above it.

There was a knock on the door.

“Miss Y/L/N”, a voice rattled me. He knew my real last name. Not the one I had given Sammy and everyone else this last year.

I hoisted myself, sliding my torso out the window.

“Chess!”. The doorknob wiggled, not opening the locked door. My foot slid on the mirror, making me scratch my belly on a rusty nail by the window.

“Shit”, I gasped, hearing my sweater rip, as I proceeded to climb out the small window. You’d think I’d be able to get through this fucking thing, having lived on cup noodles and stale coffee for months.

There was a loud thud at the door. He was trying to break through it. In the background I heard Sammy yelling at G.I..

“Move back, Mr.”, G.I.s authoritative voice roared. Shit. Shit. Shit. Another loud thud, followed by what sounded like gunshots. Please don’t hurt Sammy, was all I could think, as I finally got my legs through the window, grabbing at the edge of it, hanging, legs dangling, over a 10 feet drop down to the ground. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to land on my feet this time.

I heard a final crash – the door finally giving in – and let go.

The fall seemed to last forever, though I knew it was but a second. Spreading my legs, preparing for a pain, I landed on my feet, before instantly tumbling forward, scratching my knee on the concrete pavement.

I stood up, carefully trying to stand on my hurt leg. I could walk, even run; I was sure.

Looking up, I saw G.I.s head sticking through the window. “Back alley”, he yelled into a radio. He looked pissed. Good.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I started to run, but I only got to the corner of the alley, when I heard tires screeching, and angry voices yelling. A military looking van had stopped right in front of me.

“Freeze, lady!”, a soldier boomed at me, pointing something that looked like a gun from some video game. I stopped in my tracks, raised my hands above my head, putting them on the top of Sammys cap. G.I. appeared from somewhere, looking strangely impressed with me. It made me hate him even more.

“Chess”, he said.

“You’ve got the wrong person”, I answered, trying to look innocent.

“That stunt you pulled in there, with that guys money, tells me I’ve got exactly the right person”.

A second soldier, came up behind me, pocking me between the shoulders with his gun.

I sighed, and looked G.I. in the eyes, defeated. “Would you mind asking Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum here to lower their guns?”.

G.I. laughed. Asshole. “Those guns are the only thing holding you in place right now, so that’s not happening, kitten”.

What the fuck was that? Kitten? If I’d worn my claws, I’d show him kitten. No. I was done.

I slowly lowered my hands from my head.

“Keep your goddamn hands up, lady!”, the second soldier boomed from behind me.

A second vehicle pulled up, a window to the back seat, slightly open, showing me the face of the passenger. I’d seen that face before. Dark brown eyes, and dark hair above it; and an expression that read nothing but contempt. This was not good at all. There was no way I was going anywhere with these people.

I stretched out my arms to each side looking from soldier to soldier, to the woman in the van; finally meeting the eyes of G.I.

“You know there is no way out of this”, he said quietly, slowly stepping towards me, his hands in front of him, showing me his gun was in its holster. The soldier behind me, had moved next to his “twin”, still aiming at me. The woman in the van leaned back in her seat, looking almost challenging at me.

I could hear my heart beating, and I was sure G.I. could too. He raised his eyebrows. “Just, make it easy for yourself ok? I don’t want to hurt you”. Continuously stepping towards me, slowly, as you would towards a cornered animal, he lowered one hand towards his belt, to his gun. “I don’t want to use this”.

I looked behind me. There was a wire fence blocking my way in that direction. No way over it, as long as I wasn’t wearing my claws. I wasn’t that nimble, the scratch on my belly reminded me. When I looked down at myself, I saw that my sweater had a rip, and I was bleeding through it. The cut wasn’t deep, but it might need stitches. Looking up at my antagonist one final time, I made the decision. He knew; they all already knew, so I might as well.

He stepped forward one last time. He was close enough to touch, and I could smell his aftershave, something subtle, but expensive, I thought; and I felt the heat from his body. Then, making myself focus on the task at hand, I closed my eyes, exhaled, and felt the purr move through my body, vibrating.

I opened my eyes again, and looked deep into his. “Another time and place, we might have had some fun, G.I. Joe.”, I half whispered to him. He blinked, and his lips moved. There it is, I thought.

“Flag!”, the woman in the van yelled. “Now!”.

I smiled, and – purring – I felt the light bend around my body, making it disappear before them, as in a mist. G.I. blinked again, grabbed his gun, and raised it; aiming pointlessly around, looking for me. I giggled, and got ready to run.

#rick flag #rick flag x reader #rick flag fic #rick flag imagine #suicide squad fic #suicide squad imagine

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krabstick32 · 4 years

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The Problem With Having Hot Weather

Pairing: Giyuu x Reader

Synopsis: You and Giyuu decide to train on a hot day. You deal with sunburn and the consequences. Tags/warnings: No warnings!! This is mostly self-indulgent fluff, but there will be a shirtless person and sunburn. If you’re not comfortable with that please do read something else!!

Word Count: 1,315

A/N: hello! this is the first time i’m posting my writing, so I hope ya’ll like it <3 if you end up liking it, pls do like and reblog!! Oh, and if you have any questions, thoughts, or feelings about this fic, feel free to send me an ask or a message, i won’t mind (*´꒳`*) enjoy!!

You could feel the heat bouncing off the ground, as drops of sweat trailed down your face and onto your clothes. The sun beat down at you mercilessly as you grip your sword tightly, your eyes watching every single movement the man in front of you made. He was motionless, save for the wind rustling against his hair and his clothes.

Shaking off your heat-induced haze, you made your move in a fraction of a second, raising your sword high above your head before swinging in a strong, solid arc at what was now thin air. Frantically, you turned, your eyes scanning through the clearing until you felt a hard bonk at the crown of your head.

Your grip loosened and you drop your wooden sword, your body following after.

“Tired already?” Giyuu sighed, watching you cradle your head on the floor, before using his training sword to deliver a soft pat to the area he hit you. It wasn’t really painful. He knew his hit only managed to catch you off guard, if not bruise your ego a little. “That was the worst swing, and this is only our third match.”

“Give me a break. It’s too hot,” You moaned, letting your arms flop against the gravel. Turning to your side, you grab the sleeve of your white uniform blouse, using the meager bit of excess cloth to shield you from the sweltering rays of the sun.

“I swear, this heat should be illegal.” You murmur.

With your eyes closed and your face hidden in the shade of your arm, you didn’t notice him reaching for the top button of his uniform shirt, or for the next, and the next, and the next. He was pulling the white undershirt of his uniform off his shoulders, and in all his sculpted glory, he was suddenly topless, using the piece of cloth to wipe at the sweat that was gathering on his skin.

You only noticed how absolutely shirtless he was when he moved into your line of vision, sitting on a nearby rock directly in front of your eyes. The muscles on his back and the abs on his stomach were quite hard to miss.

“It should, but that’s not an excuse.” He grumbled, seemingly unaware of how he looked to you right now as he leaned back without a care in the world, not even stopping as he carried on with wiping at his skin.

You could feel the blood rushing into your face, your skin turning to a dark shade of red. Your mouth felt dry (and your heart probably skipped a few beats), before you huff out a little indignant cry, using it to mask how flustered you were getting. Nothing about this situation was fair.

“T-That’s not an excuse, says the shirtless man. At least you… At least you can breathe in this… ridiculous weather.” In a pathetic attempt of calming down your rapidly beating heart, you placed a hand over your chest, and you did your best to brush off his state of undress.

Because really, you understood why he took off his top. It was high noon, on what was positively the hottest day of the entire season, so every layer of clothing was an unnecessary layer of heat. But there was nothing fair about how good he looked without a shirt on. Perhaps if you were a man, or simply more confident in walking around with only your underwear to shield your dignity, you’d follow him and take your shirt off too. But alas, you were neither, and you were left on the ground, dying from thirst and gawking at his impressive figure.

Apart from the fact that you liked him a lot, the gods decided that your little crush on him simply wasn’t enough, and decided to fan the flames - bless you, curse you, whatever their intention was - by showing him shirtless. He looked downright sinful, with wonderfully sculpted muscles, and skin lightly slick from sweat... Gods, you wanted to throw yourself off a cliff with the direction your thoughts were going.

“It’s not my fault it’s hot.” He argued, looking straight into your eyes.

“Oh, please,” you grumble, immediately averting your gaze to the side, feeling the sun cook your flaming skin to a crisp, “It is one hundred percent your fault why you’re hot.”

You only realized what you said when the words left your mouth, and for a moment, the training grounds were quiet. Your eyes were wide, and his eyes were wide, because ohmygod, you did not just say that.

Please, let it be a heat-induced hallucination, please let it be a-

“What?” He looks at you, confusion clouding his clear blue eyes, the slightest hint of a blush painting his cheeks.

“WELL,” You jump up quickly, the sole movement the fastest you’ve been the entire time the two of you have been training. “Are you feeling highly parched? Because I’m feeling highly parched! Do you want some water? Okay, you got it!”

Not even looking at Giyuu once nor waiting for a response, you turned tail and ran as fast as you could without looking too suspicious. Even if you liked him, you don’t think your heart would be able to take another second of his presence while he was shirtless and after you said… that. If the sun hasn’t burned you alive by now, then your embarrassment has surely done the job.

Once you returned and offered him the promised drink, he didn’t comment on the flaming blush settled on your freshly-washed skin, and you didn’t question as to why he suddenly had his uniform shirt back on while his head was suddenly sopping wet, or why there was a trail of water leading to him and the pond a few feet away from the training grounds.

I’m throwing myself off the highest cliff after this.

EXTRA:

As the day went on, onlookers would catch you and Giyuu engage in awkward small talk and silent glances when the other wasn’t looking.

The blush never really did leave your face even after training. The two of you sparred until dusk, and neither of you could look at the other’s eyes without being reminded of what happened at noon. Because for one, your mind would always display images of him without a shirt on and because two, Giyuu couldn’t believe that he accidentally, unintentionally, undressed in front of the girl he liked.

However, when you were cooling down and tried wiping your skin, you immediately hissed at the burning sensation, and Giyuu did too when he tried to do the same.

When you two looked at each other’s face, you and him rushed to the butterfly estate. Both of your faces were burnt, and red - smiling hurt, moving hurt, even touching it hurt.

So once Shinobu saw you and the Water Pillar knocking at her office door, she ushered one of you in. Giyuu insisted you get treated first, so he left to wait outside the hall.

Shinobu sighed as you stared up at the ceiling of her office. You were completely red in the face, as the effect of the sunburn and from something else, she could take a wild guess.

“(F/N)-san, a sunburn won’t get you this red, you know.” Closing the jar of ointment she used on your burnt skin, she set it aside on a tray to use on Tomioka once you left.

“Shinobu-san,” You murmured quietly, eyes not moving. “I should train during hot weather all the time. That’s the only acceptable time to train.”

“Hmm? And why is that?” She humored you, despite having a good guess as to why.

Slowly, you curled in on yourself, hands stopping a centimeter away from your flushed face to cover it, before answering in a small embarrassed voice “O-oh...No reason.”

Shinobu laughed. Her guess was spot on.

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finleyfray · 3 years

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Bittersweet Memories part 6

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

Huge thanks to @captain-josslett for helping me.

Taglist: @ashadash0904

TW: mentioned drug abuse, language, think that’s all

Alex is sure by now she just hates the medical wing in the DEO. She sits in the hall with Maggie, waiting on more information regarding their girlfriend.

Their girlfriend who overdosed.

Alex wonders where it all went wrong. How did they not see that Finley was struggling? How did they miss that their girlfriend was suicidal? That she was depressed.

Alex sighs as she hugs Maggie closer. The raven-haired woman was silent the whole time and the redhead wishes she could read her thoughts.

“Mags?” She tries but her girlfriend only shakes her head, and goes back to staring at Finley’s door. “Come on, talk to me, I can’t read your mind.”

“I just want this to end.” Maggie whines. “Just go to bed and cuddle and when we wake up, everything will be as it was a few months ago. But again, Fin’s in that fucking room, and we’re here, waiting for anything, any info about her. And I’m just tired. I’m tired of her.”

“You don’t mean that” The redhead gasps.

“No, you’re right. I don’t. I’m just... I don’t know. I thought it was okay and I’m just wondering where it went wrong. Nothing makes sense anymore. There’s so many questions I have. She promised she will let us know when something will be wrong. Are we supposed to watch her like a baby now? How can we leave her on her own, when she just can’t take care of herself? How do you know the next time we leave her she won’t, I don’t know, throw herself out of the window? Because I don’t know, Alex, I just don’t.” Maggie takes a deep breath after her rant, her shoulder slumping as she exhales.

“We don’t know what happened yet Maggie.” Alex sighs too, looking at her. ‘What does she mean? Did she not want Finley anymore?’ Alex thinks worriedly.

“Yeah, she sure thought the pills were some kind of candy.” Her girlfriend huffs.

“You say that like you’re mad at her.”

“I am. I am mad at her because she attempted to take her life away.”

“We weren’t exactly there for her over the last few weeks.”

“So you’re saying it’s our fault?” Maggie frowns, turning to look at Alex.

“No.” Alex huffs slightly, trying to keep her emotions in check. “All I’m saying is, I want to help her. And I’m scared, because I don’t know what’s happening behind that door. I’m scared because my, our girlfriend overdosed on God knows what. And we don’t know where she got it.”

“Ohhhh.” Maggie gasps. “I, well, uhh, when I came home... there was this woman leaving... well I assumed she slept with her... but, umm, maybe she’s her drug dealer...? The other day I saw a text on her phone from an unknown number saying something like ‘I see you tomorrow - V’.”

“And you didn’t think of telling me earlier? You went through her phone.” Alex narrows her eyes slightly while looking at her girlfriend, trying not to get angry.

“I don’t want to assume the worst! How was I supposed to know what that was, the message just pinged, her phone was password protected.”

“She didn’t have a password on her phone the two years we’re dating.” Alex frowns.

The door to Fin’s room opens and her Doctor comes out.

“We did a gastric lavage and washed away all the drugs she had in her system. Looks like she has been taking a lot of them over the past few weeks, her liver is damaged. She woke up for a while and we ran tests. It looks like she has had an infection for some time now. Her temperature is high and she told me that everything hurts. She’s attached to a IV and heart monitor. But for now agent Fray is stable. She fell asleep after we checked her. You can go there if you want.”

“She was sick. And we didn’t even noticed.” Maggie gasps.

“Thank you doctor Hamilton.” Alex nods and looks at her girlfriend.

“You come in?”

“Of course I want to, the fact that I’m mad at her doesn’t mean I don’t care about her anymore.” Maggie looks at her angry.

“Hey, I’m only asking.” Alex shrugs. “We are all tired. And I get it, you’re mad. But she could have died. So I’m going there and I’m going to thank whatever God there is that she made it through. And when she’s out of here, I’m going to stay with her and look after her. Because I don’t want to lose her. I don’t know what I would do if I lose any of you.”

“I don’t want to lose her either.” Maggie sighs. “I love you both, I promise, I just, I’m lost.” Her girlfriend lowers her head and sniffs. “I don’t know what to do anymore.” The redhead embraces the smaller woman in a hug.

“That’s okay if you don’t. We can take it slow day by day. You don’t have to know everything now.” She gently strokes Maggie’s back. “When I went through my alcohol problems, you were there for me. And we did it. So now we just have to do the same with Fin.”

“I totally improvised. I didn’t know what to do, I just did. When I saw that you had the urge to drink, I just occupied you with anything I could think of.”

“And that helped.” The redhead smiles, kissing her girlfriend's forehead. “So we’ll improvise too. It’s not a bad situation. J’onn will give us days off when we want. Or we can switch. We’ll figure it out, okay?” Alex quietly opens the door and enters the room.

She looks at their sleeping girlfriend. This view brought her too many bad memories. Maggie grabs her hand and gives her a reassuring smile.

“Right.” Alex breathes out and they walk to the bed their girlfriend is lying on.

“Hi.” Fin rasps out, looking at them. Her eyes were tired and it was clearly visible that she was in pain.

“Hey, baby. You’re awake!” The raven-haired woman reaches to cup Fin’s cheek, but Alex saw Finley panicking.

Her heart was suddenly beating super-fast and she was breathing hard. Maggie drops her hand as if she was burnt and the redhead cringes. This is not good. She looks at her shorter girlfriend who has a shocked expression on her face, which soon morphs into pain. Maggie blinks fast trying to get rid of her tears and turns away.

“I’m sorry.” Fin chokes out. “I...I didn’t mean to...”

“That’s alright baby.” Alex sighs as she grabs Fins hand and runs her finger over her girlfriend's knuckles. “It’ll be okay. Just breathe.”

***

Finley tried to focus hard on calming her breath. She didn’t want to upset Maggie. She did not want to react that way.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t want this to happen. I swear I’m not cheating on you, please don’t leave.” She cries out lowering her head and looking at her hands. “I swear, please don’t leave me. I promise I’ll do better.”

“It’s okay Fin, it’s okay, breathe with me.” Fin looks at Alex trying to match her breathing. “In and out. There you go.” Alex smiles reassuringly. “We are not gonna leave you, I promise.” She hugs her girlfriend into her chest running her hand along her back. “It’s going to be okay, we’ll help you.” The redhead motions for Maggie to come closer and the raven-haired woman hesitantly does. She looks at them.

“Come here. It’ll be alright, I promise.” So the shorter woman sits on the bed and let’s Alex hug them both. “We’ll be fine.”

Maggie is sitting on a chair watching her sleeping girlfriends. J’onn had ordered the medical team to bring Alex and Maggie beds but Alex had crawled onto Fin’s bed in the middle of night as she saw her tossing around, clearly having a nightmare. The sun was starting to rise and the shorter woman stood up to close the curtains. She needed to talk with her girlfriend, but now wasn’t a good time considering Fin was on strong medications for her infection. The Doctors had to put morphine in her IV to avoid having her take the meds to not annoy her liver more than it is. Maggie just hopes it will be over soon and Fin will be finally healthy. They know she will also need to learn how to walk again as they’ll take her brace off, but that is a problem for the future.

“You’re staring.” Alex says before opening her eyes and looking at Maggie. She yawns and stretches, careful not to disturb Fin.

“Yeah, I totally am. Hi. You slept well?”

“Hey, yea, I think so. Bit sore actually, that’s a tiny space. But warm and cosy.” Maggie watches Alex gently kissing Fin’s forehead and standing up. She goes to sit on Maggie and hugs her.

“You want to go home and maybe take a shower?” Maggie asks.

“No, I’m good. Kara will drop by later and get us some clothes. Or do you want to go?”

“I just want this to be over, you know? We can go home and rest.” Maggie leans her head on Alex’s chest and sighed.

“Me too.”

“Hey...” They turn as they hear Finley speaking quietly.

“Hi.” They both stand up and go to her bed. “How are you feeling?” Alex asks. “I think I’m better. At least nothing hurts yet.” Fin smiles sleepily.

“That’s good, amazing actually.” Alex smiles too and Fin tries to sit up. “Woo, Easy there.” Alex rushed to help their girlfriend.

“It’s alright. We should probably talk.”

“Yes, I want to apologise.” Maggie begins dropping her head in shame. “I really should not have lashed out like that. I know that it’s a lame excuse, but I had a really bad day and I think I just snapped seeing that woman leaving our apartment. I know you wouldn’t cheat on us, I just don’t know what happened.” She feels Fin grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

“It’s okay, I’m not mad.”

“But you should be! You tried to kill yourself because of me!” The raven-haired woman breaks down and begins to sob.

“I did not! Hey, look at me. Both of you. I’m sorry. I didn’t actually tried to kill myself, it was stupid of me. I’ve just been in much pain lately. It began 2 weeks ago, everything was hurting and I couldn’t think straight, so I took more medicine that was prescribed. I know I should've told you, but I didn’t want to bother you. But the meds wore off too fast by the time, so I took more, and then I just was sleeping the whole time and woke up to only take more medicine. But it wasn’t actually helping me. And well, that woman was an old friend, she fixed some pills for me, but she said these one I took were double dosage. I didn’t actually believe her, so I took too much and... I didn’t really want this to end like that. I’m sorry.” Alex sighs and hugs them both.

“We need to work on your communication Fin. You have to tell us about these things. But also we should’ve noticed it. And you...” She looked at Maggie. “Need to blow off your steam before going home. We need therapy after all of this. All of us.

***

Finley sighs as she is sitting on her bed in the DEO. Across her sat a woman, her name was Kelly and she was their new therapist.

As Alex said a few days ago, they needed therapy. But Fin had zero desire to talk to that woman, in fact, she already hated her for the way she kept looking at Alex. Like she wanted to steal her. And Fin will be damned if she ever let’s that happen.

“So, Finley. We can sit here in silence or we can talk about what’s going on your head.” Kelly tries to start a conversation but Fin frowns.

“How do you know MY girlfriend?” The black-haired woman almost growled seeing the smirk that displays on Kelly’s face. ‘Keep it cool. The key is to gather info.’

“So you might not know it yet, but James Olsen is my brother. I met Alex a few years ago and helped her with her drinking problem. Unfortunately I had to move away for a while as I’m also an army therapist. But now I’m back and Alex asked me if I could help you three figure things out.”

“When was that? When did you meet her?”

“It was four years ago. I met her when she started to date Maggie.”

‘So she never got the chance. But with everything that happened she can try and steal Alex from me. From us. Or maybe she’ll steal both of them. Yea, as soon as she realises how fucked up I am, she’s going to tell them and she’s going to steal them. I can’t talk to her. Under any circumstances. Play it cool Fin.’

“That’s nice.” Finley nods as she stares at the woman.

“So how are you feeling today?” Fin wants to laugh at how Kelly was still trying to start a conversation with her.

“Good.” Fin says tensely.

“Good?”

“Yes. I’m perfectly fine. I don’t need therapy when I don’t have any problems. You should totally focus on Maggie and Alex.”

“I can’t help you if you won’t share what’s bothering you. And I have to speak individually with all of you before we can have a conversation altogether. So if you want to help them, you have to let me in.” Finley huffs, growing frustrated. She was fine, she didn’t need help from some therapist wanna be that wanted to destroy her relationship.

“I don’t need help from you! You just want to steal them from me! They’ll realise they can have better than me and they're gonna leave me! You just need to know how fucked I am to go and tell them... and tell them to leave me! You’re not trying to help me, you’re trying to destroy me!” She sobs as she hugs her pillow. “I can’t do this without them. Don’t steal them away... Please...”

“Finley, I’m not trying to steal them away from you-”

“Bullshit! I saw how you were looking at Alex!” She yells interrupting Kelly.

“Alex is my best friend. And I’m married.” Kelly says calmly.

“O...oh...” Finley frowns and looks at her.

“M...married...?” “Yes, I have a wife, Finley, a beautiful wife that I love very much and she’s carrying my baby.”

“Ohhh...” Fin looks at the woman trying to wipe her tears away. “Congratulations...”

“So believe me when I’m saying I don’t want to steal your girlfriends from you. And even if I wanted, that would be impossible, because these two are just so in love with you.” Fin fidgets uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry... for yelling at you. I’m just so scared they’ll leave me someday.” “Why do you think that?” Kelly asks while grabbing her notepad and her pen.

“Well, I’m useless. I can’t do things myself with the brace on. I can’t work. I don’t even cook well. I can’t help them at work, I’m just forced to stay at home. What if something happens and I’m not even there to protect them!?” Fin cries out.

“You’re scared that something will happen to them?” “Of course I am scared. I’ve never had anyone so close to me in my life. Maggie and Alex, but also all of their friends, Kara, and Eliza, who treats me like her own child. If I ever lose them, any of them...” Fin falters.

“Do they know your fears?” Kelly looks at her.

“No, why would they. I will look desperate. They’ll just be with me out of pity.”

“You need to communicate more. I know they told you that too. Because communication is the key. They are not able to always see what’s wrong and this can cause situations where you are bottling everything inside and they think you’re fine. They won’t be able to help you when you don’t let them in. We can work on that more in our group session. You’re not alone in this and they’re there to help you to reassure you that they are not going anywhere.”

“You think they won’t leave me?” Finley looks at her therapist with hope.

“I know for a fact that they won’t leave you. But that I’ll leave for them to tell you.” Kelly nods and looks out of the window. “You feel insecure now. You feel left out cause you have to stay home. But at the end of the day, they come home to you. Not anyone else. They come home to your arms. You need to look at it from their perspective. Your girlfriends are working and no matter how much they love their job, they miss you there too. So after their shift the first thing they want is to see you. Relax together and cuddle. I know that from what they told me but also it’s what I am doing. After my shift I go home and cuddle my wife. I lay my head and listen to the heartbeat of my child.”

“You’re really excited to be a mother?”

“I am.” Kelly smiles brightly. “We tried for a long time and we had to do a lot of treatments. I came home from work one day and she gave me a onesie with ‘I love my moms' written on it. I cried.”

“How far is she?” Finley was genuinely curious about it. While she didn’t think of having kids herself yet, she could wait for a chance to be an aunt.

“Five months.” The woman beams.

“Boy or a girl?” “We didn’t want to know. We’re making everything gender neutral. We only care and pray that this little person will be healthy. I secretly pray that they will have their mothers green eyes.”

“We’ll I’m crossing my fingers for you.” Finley smiles and wipes away her tears. Talking about Kelly’s kid calmed her down.

“Do you want children?” Kelly looks at her. “I don’t know yet. I really haven’t thought about it. I’ve never actually seen a baby up close. I’ll just settle for a chance I will be an aunt. Maybe someday Kara and Lena will have kids. Or maybe James and Lucy. I would love to have a dog though.”

“What kind?”

“A Husky. No, a Labrador. Or maybe a Golden Retriever? German Shepherd. Chow-chows are very fluffy! Border Collie? I don’t know, I want all of them!” Both women laugh. “I just love dogs so much. I’ve never had one, but they are the best!”

“Well did you talk about it with your girlfriends?”

“No... I don’t want to bother them. What if they don’t want a dog? Or what if they want a cat? This would be the worst.” She frowns.

“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You wouldn’t know if you don’t ask. So we can make that your assignment. You talk to your girlfriends about getting a dog. Do we have a deal?”

“But...”

“Do we?” Kelly held out her hand.

“Yeah.” Finley gently shakes it. “I’ll try to talk to them. Thank you.”

“It’s getting late. I’ll come tomorrow and you’ll tell me if your girlfriends want a dog or not, okay?”

“Wait, I have to talk to them today!?” Finley gasps. This woman tricked her.

“You can do it. See you tomorrow.” Kelly stands up from chair and leaves her room.

“Bye...” The black-haired woman whines. ‘This is going to be fun…’.

***

Finley opens her eyes and yawns. She must’ve fallen asleep after Kelly left.

“Hey sleepyhead.” She looked at Alex and smiled. “Was that a good nap?”

“Hi. It was. Kelly exhausted me.” Fin reaches for the redhead’s hand and squeezes. Her girlfriend stands up from the chair and sits on Finley’s bed instead.

“How did it go?” Her girlfriend kisses her forehead and embraces her in a hug.

“Good.”

“Good? Why do you look like you cried the whole session?” Alex raises her brow and Fin scolds herself. Communication.

“Uhh... Where’s Maggie?” She looks around the room, but her other girlfriend was nowhere to be found.

“She’s picking up some food. She’ll be here any minute. You will tell us what’s going on?” “No, cause that’s embarrassing.”

“What’s embarrassing?” Maggie asks, entering the room with a bag of take out.

“I’m embarrassed. Hi Mags.” Fin smiles as her girlfriend comes closer, putting the food on the table near her bed and reaching to kiss her cheek. “What do you have there?”

“Well for a difference I have ordered some Italian food.” The raven-haired woman reaches in the bag and gives them a container with food.

They eat in silence and Finley thinks of the best way to talk to them. When they were finished, they all lay on the bed. There wasn't much space so Fin lay on Alex and Maggie lay beside them with her hand over both of them.

“I want a dog.” Finley finally mumbles into Alex’s chest.

“What? We can’t hear you when you’re talking to my boobs.” The redhead laughs and Fin lifts her face from Alex’s chest. “Tell us again.” The black-haired woman sighs and she closes her eyes.

“I want a dog.” Her voice trembles.

“Oh, what kind of dog?” Maggie asks.

“What?” Finley looked at her shocked.

“Like a small dog, a big dog, buying a puppy or adopting from a shelter?”

“I know what you asked, I just... I expected you to say no.” She frowns.

“Why? We want you to be happy. Plus you barely want anything, ever, so I think it’s an amazing plan.” The redhead kisses her forehead.

“I just... didn’t want to be a bother.”

“You are not a bother. It’s okay to want something.” Maggie reaches to cup her cheek and the younger woman flinches.

“Sorry.” The black-haired woman takes Maggie’s hand. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to.” Finley sighs and lifts her girlfriend's hand onto her cheek. “And I don’t know what kind of dog yet. There are so many amazing dogs I just can’t choose. But would you want a dog?”

“Yes, I wanted a dog for some time now.” Alex smiles.

“We are not naming our dog Gertrude.” Maggie laughs.

“You wanted to name your dog Gertrude!?” The black-haired woman laughs looking at the frowning redhead.

“It’s a very nice name for a dog!”

“Yeah, I bet it is. Gertrude I hereby command you to come here.” Finley says in her best serious tone.

“Hey, stop being an ass.” Alex starts tickling her and Fin laughs loudly.

“Okay, okay, stop! Maggie help!” But instead of helping, her raven-haired girlfriend teams up with the redhead. Tickling Finley till she cries from laughing. Only then did they stop.

“I love you.” Fin says as she lays her head on Alex’s chest.

“I love you two too.” The redhead kisses her head. “Sleep well baby.”

“And I love you both.” Maggie whispers and hugs them tight.

Finley focused on their breathing as she falls asleep.

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saviorinsilk · 4 years

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Jealously

A/N: I'm not entirely happy with this one but I hope you enjoy it!

Words: 2 203

Ship: Cordelia x female reader

The loud old clock chimed 1 AM, the sound seeping through the walls of the upstairs bedroom. I sat on the floor of one of the girl's bedrooms. Her name was Emily and she had arrived to Miss Robichaux's Academy a few weeks ago. I usually kept my distance from the other girls, preferring to stick close to Cordelia, Zoe, Queenie, Madison and Misty. Nan and I didn't get along very well but we put up with each other. She had a problem with me being with Cordelia and I wasn't thrilled to be around someone who had a problem with my personal choices but I was civil, for my lover's sake.

Some of the other girls had the same problem as Nan and they thought it was fun to make another person feel like a waste of space. They thought it wasn't appropriate for Cordelia and I to be together, given the age gap. I told them that it was none of their business if there was an age gap of 2 years, 20 years or 50 years. I thought sticking up for myself would have helped the situation but it just made it worse. I was miserable and Cordelia could tell and she hadn't been too happy about it. She tore into them in a morning meeting and I had to admit that it felt amazing to watch those bitches squirm in their seats, Her anger turned me on. I liked a strong woman and that night we had had the best sex I think we ever had, even to this day. They had left me alone after that, leaving me to finally be able to focus on studying my witchcraft. As I learnt to hone and expand my abilities, Cordelia grew adamant that I consider teaching alongside Zoe and Queenie. She had managed to somehow convince me in the weeks that followed and I'm not going to pretend that her sexual methods of persuasion hadn't been the reason I finally conceded. If it made her happy, it made me happy. When a new witch arrived at the coven house near the beginning of the month Cordelia had put me in charge of showing her around and helping her settle in. I was nervous at first but as the days went by I actually started to enjoy myself quite a bit. I had never realized how much I liked helping people. Maybe it was because I saw myself in her, scared and confused at the fact that this whole world actually existed, Or maybe it was because people had been taken care of me my whole life and it felt nice to finally give back. Whatever the reason, I threw myself face first into the new task. Maybe sleepless nights had followed, collecting all the books from the house library that I thought would be a good place for Emily to start learning. Cordelia was surprised but thrilled at my new passion but it had definitely affected our relationship. She wasn't the first thing on my mind anymore and I couldn't help but feel guilty for it. She had reassured me numerous times that we had our whole lives to spend time together and I needed to put my all into this if it was truly what I wanted. It also turned out that Emily and I had quite a lot in common and I felt myself enjoying her company over even Zoe, who was the person I was the closest to other than Cordelia. I found it very easy to talk to Emily as if we had been friends for years. I could tell her anything and she would just listen, not get so worked up and try to fix the issues, as Cordelia did. I felt myself spending more and more time with Emily over the few weeks she had been living at the house. I stretched my arms above my head, yawning as I stretched my stiff body. It hadn't been until the clock sounded that I realized how late it was. I had promised Cordelia we would spend some time together tonight but she was likely fast asleep now. I cursed under my breath, rubbing my strained eyes. Emily sat on the floor, leaning against her bed, her nose buried in the book about the history of witchcraft that I had given her to study. Her dark brown hair was pulled up in a high ponytail that had once been tight but now pieces had fallen out and her whole head was a frizzy mess. She was still in her black dress, long sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She was a cute girl but she was young, no older than me. She may have had the confidence of a lion but she was a far cry from the strong woman I desired. I let the book I had been reading fall closed, the sound of the hardcover slapping against the wooden floor breaking the silence that we sat in. I had been staring at it for so long that my vision was blurry as I looked around the mostly empty room. She was the cleanest person I had ever met and the open space of the room unnerved me. I readjusted my sore legs, becoming aware of the damp material that sat between my thighs. I hadn't picked up a word that I had read, as I had been daydreaming the whole time, not able to concentrate at all today. I was refreshing myself on The Salem trails for the class I was teaching in the morning with Queenie, but I hadn't learnt a thing about the gruesome slaughter that had taken place in 1693. My mind was elsewhere, deep in the dirtiest places of my mind, my face buried in the most intimate parts of Cordelia. It had been a while since we had been together in that way and I had been having wet dreams every night I went without her. Annoyance filled me, the unsatisfied feelings putting me in a dark mood. I glanced at Emily, who sat unmoving as she read, her face full of wonder at the words of magic she was processing. "I think I'm going to head to bed Emily, "I said, forcing myself to sound cheerful. I pushed myself off the floor, still holding on to a sliver of hope that Cordelia was still up so I could quench the desire that squeezed my core unforgivingly. Emily raised her head lazily, her face finally appearing from behind the large book. "Huh?" She asked, clearly too lost in what she was reading to have heard me. I closed my eyes briefly, breathing forcefully out my nose. It's not her fault you are aggressively horny, I reminded myself. "I'm going to bed," I repeated, painfully forcing a smile. I'm sure she could sense the annoyance radiating off me so I picked up my book and walked towards the door which was only a few steps away. "You should get some sleep to Emily. You have been working really hard this past week. You have to guard against burning yourself out." I said quietly as I turned around to face her once again. Also, that way you don't hear me fucking your supreme, I said in my head. I hated being controlled by my desires and I always got feisty when I did. Emily shrugged but flashed me a toothy smile, her face lighting up as she gazed up at me. "Thanks miss Y/L/N. You are such a great teacher and friend." She said, her voice way too perky for this hour of the night. A genuine smile spread across my tired face and I felt my cheeks flush a few shades darker than my usual light skin. Cordelia had told me the same thing many times but hearing it from someone that I was actually teaching was very different. Cordelia was my girlfriend and even though I knew she meant was she said, part of me couldn't help but wonder if she had been embellishing my abilities because she was in love with me. Emily, on the other hand, had no reason to say it if she didn't truly believe it. "Thank you, Emily. That means a lot to me. I having a bad habit of doubting myself and knowing that I'm not doing a completely terrible job definitely helps me feel more confident." I said my head over my heart. "And please, call me Y/N. Miss Y/L/N makes me feel like some kind of authority figure." I chuckled, making a disgusted face. Plus, your headmistress likes to call me that when her fingers are wrapped in my hair, I told her in my head. Thankfully Emily wasn't blessed with the ability to read minds, unlike Cordelia. I had learnt I couldn't keep anything from her very quickly. Emily laughed along with me and then brought her book back up to her face and bit her bottom lip. I raised an eyebrow at her, unable to gauge the look on her face. "As you wish Y/N. I never want you to feel uncomfortable. The other girls were right, you are very sweet." I barely had time to process the fact that she had just said that the other girls had actually said something positive about me before she spoke again. "But they didn't warn me about just how beautiful you are." It took a moment for my mind to begin to function again after I heard her words. What had she just said? I thought I was all right looking but no way was beautiful the word to describe me. Cordelia was beautiful, I was average, even if Cordelia told me otherwise. I knew that even if my cheeks hadn't been red before, they were a deep crimson now. I could feel the heat that gathered there and I wasn't quite sure what to say or do at that moment. "I-I ah..." Was all I managed, shifting my weight awkwardly. A different type of heat burnt in my core and I wanted nothing but to get the hell out of the barren room as quickly as I could. "Miss Cordelia is a very lucky woman. Too bad you like older women 'cause I wouldn't mind getting to know you better." Emily's words were distant in my ears as if they were coming through a vent. I was so stupid. Of course, she had feelings for me. What kind of friend wants to sit on the same side of the table as you, never breaks eye contact and goes red every time you compliment them? A friend who likes you more than you like them, that's who. I felt the distressing wrench of guilt fill me. I should have been with Cordelia tonight, not daydreaming about her while I sat in some girls room. I was disgusted in myself and felt as if hearing the words Emily had spoken made me deserving of a scarlet letter. When Emily winked at me before looking back at her book I thought I might puke. There was nothing wrong with her but the mere thought of being with someone other than Cordelia made my skin crawl. After a few uncomfortable moments of standing there probably looking like a deactivated robot, I turned and almost ran from the room. The door slammed behind me and I winced, hoping it hadn't been loud enough to wake any of the sleeping girls. My body slumped back against the wall and I closed my eyes, trying to collect myself. Cordelia had been right. A few nights early she had been quiet and when I asked her what was wrong and she had replied with something that shocked me. She confessed that she was jealous of the time I was spending with Emily. I told her that there was nothing to worry about, that Emily just needed some extra help. I had shot her down, almost annoyed at her for thinking I would keep spending time with the young witch if I thought there was even the slightest change that she felt anything towards me. Cordelia had been satisfied with my response and now, standing out in the hallway, my heart racing I wished I could take back those words. I breathed deeply in an out, repeating a relaxation mantra that Cordelia had taught me under my breath. The attempt was futile though. No spell was going to fix my state of mind right now, I had far surpassed the level of stress that something like that could help with. I needed one thing and one thing only. Only she could fix the storm that was brewing inside of me. I forced myself up and stumbled down the stairs on shaky legs. I felt as if the journey continued on forever but when I finally reached the door to the bedroom that Cordelia and I shared, I took one last deep breath and entered the room, this time making sure I closed the door quietly behind me, thankful to be back in the comfort of our room.

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pbandjesse · 3 years

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I honestly cant believe today it over. The last couple days just really flew by. It was a good couple days but this just means I start my new job tomorrow! Wild.

I did get to see the moon last night. The way the moon path goes I can lay in bed around 11 and see the moon for almost an hour. Its great.

And I did sleep well. The extra hour of sleep was very nice. And while I didnt wake up at 715 like I wanted, waking up at 9 allowed me to feel a lot better. Though I was sad I only vaguely remembered saying goodbye to James.

I got up and got showered and dressed. My skin is looking great and I only have a few more days of the one. So I wont have to shower so much anymore. I will probably still take the double showers some days, but its a little exhausting honestly.

I felt cute and good today though. I liked my outfit. I love wearing tights. It was rainy and grey and I was just in a good mood.

I spent the morning playing animal crossing and starting to post on the new store instagram. I am pretty excited. I have already made 3 sales. Jess may back out of the whole thing. There have been some technical issues and she just doesnt really want to deal with it. But I am having a good time at least. I am going to post a few things every day for the next few weeks and make things as I go. But so far I have had great feedback.

I had a good time playing animal crossing too because its a new month! Last night when James got home we played together for the first time in a while and doing all the halloween stuff was fun. Handing out candy and things. But now halloween is over, so I am picking up most of the pumpkins, in favor of the new mushrooms you can grow. I am going to leave the decorations up for a while longer as we collect more christmasy things. But I am excited by new things so thats pretty great.

Around 11 I decided to go for a drive. It was raining but not to bad. But of course as soon as I left the house it started pouring. I went back upstairs to get a raincoat and then I was off.

As I waited at the light to get on the highway, a homeless man asked for change. I did not have change so I gave him the $5 bill I had and he was super nice to me. We talked for a minute while the light was red. Someone had shot him with a paintball gun last night. I felt so bad. Then he asked me where I was from because I had an accent! I always think thats funny when people say that. James says I have a dialect for sure, and its my diction as well. Neat.

I went out to savers. Driving was a bit scary. Despite all the work on the car, the little traction light is still coming on. Ugh. But I made it to the thrift store in one piece.

I had a nice time walking around there. I got an amazing lobster rug and a piece of fabric. But the best find was for James. I finally found slippers for him! Except they arent just slippers, they are grey name brand Uggs. For $10. And they fit him! Amazing. So proud of myself for that one.

I wandered around for a while though. Enjoyed my time out. Not as many weird things today. But a nice walk around.

When I was done there I went and got lunch across the street. Continued to listen to a podcast. And then went to get some snack based groceries.

That was a nice time. Thinking about things to put in my lunch this week. Had fun looking at the christmas stuff they are starting to put out.

I was only very annoyed when I went to my car. Because the cart I was using locked its wheels about 30 feet from my far!! I was still in the parking lot!! Stupid cart. I had to put it in the little cart shelter and then carry all my stupid things to the car. In the rain. So then I was both wet and hot.

I drove home. Had some issues because of 3 separate accidents that had 83 very very backed up. Making single lanes each time, but of course it was not in the same lane.

But I still got home soon enough.

I brought in some of my stuff. Left the heavy things in there. And did some putting away. Some cleaning. Some playing with sweetp. Helping Jess with some google issues and working on some store stuff. I got a little upset by a comment she made about how she would have given up a while ago if I wasnt so excited about the store. And like. Yeah Ive felt that from you. I told her she didnt need to do it with me, but she said she has made a lot of masks already so shes going to. But like. It makes it hard for me to feel good about being excited about something when someone says stuff like that. So I dont know what will happen on her end but I am going to keep going and try to not let it bother me.

I decided to go for a walk. I went over to walgreens and got nail polish. And when I got home James was here! Hello boyfriend.

We hung out for a while. And then he made me a taco. Except when he heated up the tortilla, sweetP jumped on the counter and melted his whiskers and got his face singed. I was so upset. He doesnt seem hurt at all but his face was all curly and his chin and chest are burnt. I trimmed it a bit and cleaned him off with a wet paper towel. Im more upset when he is for sure. But still.

James felt really bad. But it wasnt anyone's fault. It all just happened really fast.

After dinner James had trivia. I decided not to participate this week. Instead I decided to cut my hair. I put it in two pig tails and chopped off 4 inches of hair. I got a cute bob now. Very nice for the fall.

Once I finished cleaning up my hair I took a bath. Relaxed. It was a nice time.

I laid in bed and watched videos for a while. Then went to sit with James as the game was finishing and Lane recited Dante's amazing parody poem. And we showed off our moths. It was a goofy time.

Now I am in bed. I am cold. James is in the shower. I am going to put a differnt sweater on and try to get to sleep quick. Because I have work tomorrow!! I dont know if I will actually have any kids. But my plan is to get to know my coworkers and set up some art bins for the kids so they dont have to share tools. I hope we eventually get some kids but not having any tomorrow will be alright. I got plans.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. Take care of yourselves and eachother. Goodnight!

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gwaciechang · 4 years

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Love Run (5/10?)

“And he holds her close just to keep the world at bay”

We’re officially halfway and they haven’t even technically kissed yet. This was supposed to be soft fucking. What. The. Fuck. Happened. To. My. Life.

At this point I don’t think there are any more spoiler warnings for Stan Lee’s Lucky Man, because we’ve deviated too much from the plot. So, just standard trigger warnings for Bobby Hayes’ general life. And also for a traumatic flashback nightmare.

“Thank you,” you whisper against Bobby's shoulder. You feel him nod, and you wish you could see his expression, but you want to keep your head here. Besides, his face would probably break your heart more, since it usually does.

He pulls away suddenly, and you try not to miss the feeling of his arms around you. “I’m going to clean these up,” you say, taking your empty plates to give yourself something to do. “The saran wrap is on top of the microwave. Cover the leftover noodles with them. But don’t put them in the fridge, I’ll do that.” You don’t want him getting upset with your fridge more than necessary.

You put the used dishes in the dishwasher and the pots in the sink, and Bobby starts to clean them without asking.

“So, how did you like the noodles?” you ask, standing as close as you dare.

“They’re good,” he says without emotion. “They’re your favorite?”

“Yeah,” you laugh at the memory. “It’s the first meal my brother made, and when I was recovering, it was one of the only things I could keep down. Probably because my mom used to make it when I was sick. I don’t know what came first, actually, me liking it or people making it for me when I feel sad.”

“Do people make it for you a lot?”

You shake your head. “It’s hard to tell someone how to make it. There’s no actual measurement in a lot of Chinese cooking. You just do what feels right. No two dishes are the same.”

Bobby grimaces and resumes scrubbing the pieces of burnt meat and garlic. You try not to take his displeasure personally. He’s probably not used to things not being exact and measurable.

“So, I’m going to brush my teeth and go to bed, unless you need anything?” you say when you’re finished with the three pots you used for the noodles.

Bobby shakes his head, on his fifth scrub of his pot. There’s no reason you can think of to stand so close to him now, so you take a paper towel to dry your hands.

“Good night, um, stay awake tight, and don’t let the bad guys in? Never mind, this wasn’t funny,” you head to the bathroom.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he says, suddenly standing up straight. You can’t help but notice that he’s actually quite tall and broad.

“Thank you,” you hope you’re not grinning too widely. “I hope you know the feeling’s mutual.”

“I do,” his voice is insistent. “I saw it.”

And you’re too tired to deal with these feelings, so you go to bed. It still feels too big and empty, and you wish he were here, but before you close your eyes and drift off, you wonder which ‘he’ you’re referring to.

When you wake up the next morning, it’s to the smell of coffee and eggs. David must be home early, and you're so giddy with excitement that you leap out of bed.

“David! I didn’t hear you come-”

Bobby stands frozen next to the stove, a plate of scrambled eggs on each hand.

“Shit, right, I forgot,” you rub your eyes.

“It’s fine," Bobby’s smile is forced, and you would rather stab your eyes out than see it again. “I made breakfast,” he keeps his eyes firmly on his plates as he sets the table.

“Yeah, I could smell it from,” you gesture to your room. He's unhappy.

You stare at the eggs and think about how to word it without wounding his nearly-nonexistent self-loathing further. “I bought this apartment with my ex,” you say. Great, failed step one.

“David?” Bobby rubs at his chest. You wonder if his injuries are bothering him, and you figure you might as well go all in. “Yes. He was my dealer.”

His openmouthed gaze would be funny in any other context.

“I got better, he didn’t, and sometimes I feel like I failed him. I know that’s ridiculous, and I can’t stop anyone from making their choices. I just wish I knew how to mute that voice in the back of my head that says he’s my responsibility and I failed him.”

“Is that why you invited me to stay with you?” Bobby's voice is high. “So you could do it right?”

You shake your head. “I think I recognized the same quality in you,” you’re not sure how to say this in words. “When I'm scared, or I feel helpless, it’s easier to take care of someone else, because I still haven’t figured out how to mute that voice in the back of my head that says I don’t deserve to be taken care of, so taking care of someone else is the only way to give me a sense of accomplishment that I did something worthwhile.”

Bobby stands up and walks to your bedroom. Great, what the fuck did you say this time?

He comes back before you have time to devolve further than that, holding his bag of heroin in his hand before pressing it into yours.

“I know you don’t like how it smells,” he says apologetically, “but I want you to have control over this. I trust you to make the best decision for me.”

“Bobby, can I give you a hug?” your voice is so shaky, it’s a wonder he hears you at all.

And you find yourself pressed to that wonderful chest again.

Pretty soon, it’s time to go to work for the first time in nearly a week, because while your boss is understanding, a whole week is a long time to be suddenly short staffed when you’re not even injured.

But you’re still worried, because Bobby’s going to be all by himself at the apartment all alone, so you make sure he knows exactly how to reach you if something bad goes down, a list of emergency contacts, where the emergency exit is and how to get down into the downstairs balcony through yours if he has to make a fast getaway.

He has to calm you down when you’re about to cry, and it's the fact that he’s singing a pop song while he taps his fingers against your cheek that snaps you out of it.

“Sorry, I just really, really don’t want to leave you alone,” you sniff.

“I’m sorry I can’t go to the bar,” he bows his head.

“Don’t be,” you tell him. “It’s not your fault they’re so crowded and noisy.”

“I’ll come pick you up,” he takes both your hands in one of his. “I-I’ll take the bus, and I’ll walk you to the stop and wait with you so we can take the bus back together.”

It occurs to you that Bobby is just as nervous about letting you out of his sight as you are, if not more.

“I’ll be okay. My coworker’s giving me a ride until the street gets fixed. Besides, you've seen me defend myself. I can be pretty scrappy.” As a child, you got into a lot of fights. Angry violence was your default response to a lot of things back then. Apparently, it still was. You wipe your hands on your pants even though you know there’s no brain matter on them.

“Get a nice rest, okay?” you put one hand over his and squeeze before letting go. “I’ll see you in eight hours. Don’t stand by the window watching me leave.”

But of course, you see him still at the window, watching you, when Cassie comes to pick you up.

“So, you want to tell me why you’re smiling like a total moron despite having killed a man less than a week ago?” Cassie teases.

You turn your smile into a frown as you give her shoulder a fake punch.

You're a little surprised at how smoothly work goes. You don’t have a panic attack thinking about the smell of brain fluid, you don’t even feel stressed when the complaints start coming in that you’re going too slowly thanks to your shoulder. Not that the complaints are taken seriously, Cassie even snaps at some of the patrons when they tell you to hurry up. The shift goes by in a flash, and you’re in good spirits when you get back to your apartment.

As expected, Bobby is asleep. His face is soft and boyish, like every single wall he built to keep out the world that hurts him was torn down. You can’t resist tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear, and his head chases your hand for a little while before he settles down. There's a line between his eyes now, so what choice do you have but to put your hand back and lie down?

You notice the smell of laundry detergent. Of course, Bobby would wash your sheets before he slept in them. You’re a little embarrassed at how long it's been since you did. Living with a someone so neat was definitely going to shame you into developing better cleaning habits, if you two didn’t kill each other with control freak tendencies first.

You don’t think about this long. The room is filled with his soft breathing, which soon becomes your soft breathing, which soon becomes silence. Which soon becomes the sound of metal crushing skull, and you wake up screaming.

When you wake up in the morning, it's because the smoke alarm went off and definitely not because you want to throw up. You yank the blankets off, too scared to even shiver in the sudden cold, and run into the hallway just in time to see Bobby cursing and dumping something into the trashcan.

“What the fuck?” you see him flinch, and you know your tone’s too harsh, but the nightmares are far too real, the adrenaline’s ebbing, and you just cannot deal with any more stress right now.

“I’m sorry,” he swallows. “I wanted to make you breakfast again to make up for throwing up on your bed, but you don’t have a toaster, so I tried to make it in the microwave, but all the buttons are in Chinese and you have a different brand of margarine than I use.”

“That’s because I use actual butter, fucking christ!” you stomp over to the microwave, grab a paper towel, and yank out the grill that’s covered in melted bread to toss it in the sink. Except it’s not a paper towel, it’s your only apron, and now it’s got a big burn on it.

“Goddammit!” you toss the apron on the floor, and it lands in a gray smear of brain matter that can’t possibly be there. You move to cover your eyes so you don't see it, but there are suddenly hands clenched tightly around your wrists, forcing them apart.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you demand. Your heart beats faster. This is wrong.

“I-I thought you were going to scratch yourself”" he says, voice plainly terrified.

Your voice is ice cold, “If I scratch myself, Bobby, that is none of your fucking business. You’re not here to take care of me, you;re here because you couldn’t cut it making a living on your own. You’re so-”

You both vomit in unison. At least it stops you from speaking. You recover fairly quickly, but as the physical nausea recedes, a new form takes its place.

“Bobby,” you reach for his shoulder, but he flinches back, so you put your hands in front of him where he can see them. You have to move them again rather fast, because he doesn’t stop, not even when his stomach is empty and all that's coming up is bile.

This close, you can see the sweat stains on his pajamas, and you put one and one together to realize he's still detoxing.

You wipe your mouth and pop in some gum before sliding an arm across Bobby’s trembling body to help him off the floor. “Okay, I can’t pick you up, so you're going to have to walk to the bathroom under your own power, but you can lean on me, and I’ll draw you a bath, okay?”

“Don’t need,” he says between gagging fits. “I need a hit, please. I know you have it somewhere.”

“You trusted me to do what’s best for you, remember? So I'm going to do that.”

“You hate me,” Bobby’s voice and eyes are filled with tears. “Everyone hates me, so why not just let me die?”

“Fuck,” you wonder if you’ve ever hated yourself this much. Maybe when you first woke up and realized you’d made yourself incontinent with your drug use. “I don’t hate you,” is all you can say.

“I make your life harder. I made you keep my drugs while you’re recovering. I ruined your refrigerator-”

“Fuck my refrigerator, okay?” you lower Bobby to the floor and start to fill the tub with hot water. “And nothing I said was meant for you. I just had a nightmare and I took it out on you, that’s unfair of me.”

His face crumples further. “You have nightmares because of me.”

“I have nightmares because a man tried to kill me and didn’t stop until I killed him first!” you snap. Bobby flinches, so you soften your tone.

“I’ve never cooked with anyone before,” you admit. You try to keep your hands in sight, so he knows while he probably can’t control himself that you’re not touching him anymore. “And I don’t think anyone’s ever sang to me before. Bobby, you make my life better. You make me better, and I’ve only known you for three waking days.”

There, the water’s warm enough now. “Come on, you have to get in and cool off.”

He clenches his jaw and squeezes his eyes shut, but he lets you remove his sodden shirt and jeans. You realize he’s soiled himself at some point, so you have to remove the rest of his clothing. You only leave him alone for one second to toss his soiled undergarments in the garbage and wash your hands, but when you come back, there are tears glimmering down his cheeks.

“I’m here, I’m here,” you grab your bodywash and a sponge, then squat next to him. He shivers, even though the water’s hot, when you touch him. The tears don’t fall any less often, and you put your apologies into your work.

He’s half asleep when you’re finally finished, so you simply wipe him down and tuck him in the bed.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, and you’re not sure which is worse, that he’s still apologizing to you despite your awful words, or that he apologizes in his dreams.

You don’t think you've ever been so simultaneously relieved and regretful to go to work. It seems everyone can tell you’re distracted, and finally Cassie drives you back home an hour early.

He’s still asleep when you get back, for which you’re both grateful and terrified. The cherries taste like ash in your mouth, but they're a fast source of calories so you can get to bed as soon as possible and lie awkwardly and stiffly so that no part of you is touching him.

You’re just starting to drift off when he wakes up. He notes that you put him in a ratty pair of pajamas, and he turns so red that you can see it in the dim light.

“You have to really love me to do this,” he says in awe, echoing your own words back to you.

“You weren’t screaming about how much you hated me. I was doing that,” there’s so much self-loathing in your voice that you almost expect something to drip off your tongue.

Bobby makes a deeply wounded noise and curls toward you. You wrap your arms around him.

“I’m sorry,” you say again, now that he’s awake enough to hear. You would need to apologize every day for a year to fully express how sorry you are.

“I’m sorry,” he starts to withdraw, and you instinctively hold him tighter. He practically burrows into you at the contact, and you realize that he wasn’t pulling away because he didn’t want to be touched, but because he thinks he doesn’t deserve to be touched. So you touch him everywhere you can reach, running your hand from the top of his head all the way down his back where the ridges of his spine stick out to much, nuzzling the junction between where his collarbone is too prominent, and cupping your palm on his bony cheeks.

This time, when you wake up from the nightmares, he kisses you on the forehead and soothes you back to sleep with his hands in your hair.

#lucky man fanfiction #bobby hayes #joey i am literally begging you not to look through this tag

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summahsunlight · 4 years

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We Belong to the Stars, CH.7

Word Count: 2877

Pairings: Poe/Evelyn (OC)

A/N: Here is the next chapter. Links for the other chapters are provided below so you can catch up :)

Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six /

Gif not my own.

Echo of Hope

Every muscle in his body ached from crashing into the hull of the Hevurion Grace. The mission had been a success though, and truthfully at the end of the day, that was all that mattered.

Still wearing the EVA suit, minus the helmet and gloves, Poe landed the new stolen Pinnacle-class yacht in the hanger of the Echo of Hope. Flipping a few switches, he shut the engines down and sighed, heavily. It was still sinking in that they had pulled a heist like this off, that they had managed to steal a senator’s personal ship—a senator that has been passing information along to the First Order all this time, Poe reminded himself. So, it’s not really treason… is it?

He found that he was incredibly angry. Poe might have disobeyed orders when he suspected the First Order was up to something, and then joined the Resistance, but he was doing it because he felt it was the right thing to do, to protect the Republic. The senator was freely handing information over to the First Order, was so deeply embedded with them that he sent a distress signal to General Hux rather than to the Republic.

Poe let out a slow breath and stood on shaky legs. He had slammed into the side of the yacht pretty good and knew that he’d be covered in bruises later. Dropping the main ramp, Poe descended into the hanger. General Organa’s golden protocol droid, C-3PO shuffled by him, greeting him and then stating that he needed to check the computers. Poe turned slightly to watch as the droid disappeared onto the yacht, and then, as painful as it was, he turned back towards his mates.

Karé, Kaleb, and Iolo were waiting for them. For the longest time the four of them just stood there, looking at each other, and then Karé started laughing, and pulled him into her arms, hugging the commander, tightly. “We just charged a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer!” she gasped, “and lived to tell the tale!”

“Imagine the look on General Hux’s face when he hears that his army was outsmarted by a luxury yacht and three ancient Z-95 Headhunters,” Iolo chuckled, slapping Poe on the back.

“I’d pay good money to see that,” Poe quipped, tossing his fellow pilots a grin. “Bet a few veins pop out on his pasty forehead.”

“They never even saw us coming,” Kaleb replied, smiling, broadly.

“Muran would have loved to have seen that!” Iolo added.

Poe felt a tug at his heart. Even though Lieutenant Muran had been killed in action weeks before when his X-wing got caught in the wake of the Yissira Zyde—a ship that the First Order had stolen—it was still incredibly painful. He was astutely aware that the mood around his pilots had changed. “Go get cleaned up,” Poe told them, “and then we’ll meet in my quarters to toast Muran.” He watched as Kaleb, Karé and Iolo left the hanger and he was filled with a sense of nostalgia. He missed working with Kun and Arana, it was true that they were both exceptional pilots and were doing a hell of a job leading their own squadrons—but it was the familiarity of flying with them that had Poe certain he was going to come back from this mission.

Leia approached him while he was lost in this thought, and Poe wasn’t even aware that she was standing there with him, until he heard her say, “Flyboys. You’re all the same.”

He tossed her a smile. “Some of us are flygirls.”

She nodded in agreement. “Captain Kun is an exceptional pilot, as is Captain Arana for that matter—but it’s rare a pilot that engages one frigate and two Star Destroyers and lives to tell the tale.”

“Word travels fast.”

“That it does.”

“Princess Leia,” Threepio called from the yacht, “I think that perhaps you should come and see this.”

Leia sighed, heavily. “It’s never anything good when he says that.”

Poe glanced over his shoulder and then back at Leia. “Is there anything I can do, ma’am?”

“No,” Leia said with a shake of her head, she then smiled. “Go on, Poe. We both know that you want to go find out if she contacted you."

"General, if you need me right now..."

"Don't; you've put your duty before her enough."

He finally got what she was hinting at, and his heart fluttered. Poe simply nodded and turned on his heel, heading back towards his quarters. BB-8 met him halfway there, shrieking excitedly; Evelyn had contacted him. The little droid had been waiting for hours to let his master know that she had reached out to him shortly after the four pilots had left on their mission. BB-8 was so excited, he wanted to play the message right there in the corridor, but Poe managed to convince the droid to head back to his quarters.

Her message was private, only intended, he was sure, for him to hear. BB-8 still didn't quite understand human emotions and privacy. The droid was one of the reasons that Karé and Iolo knew so much about his love life. Poe couldn't fault his droid though, the little guy really did just want his master to be happy.

Once inside his quarters, Poe extracted himself from the rest of the EVA suit and gestured towards BB-8 to play the message from Evelyn. He sat on the edge of his bunk, holding his breath as BB-8 projected her image. Slowly, he let out the breath he was holding, seeing her face for the first time in five years. She was still incredibly beautiful, and his heart still longed for her, especially when a sad smile spread across her face before she began speaking. "Hi," she said softly, "I know you wanted us to talk in person... and you're right... there are some things that we have to discuss in person... but I just... before you arrived here, I wanted to let you know... that I missed you too, Poe."

Poe felt a stirring of hope deep within him, as her image faded away and BB-8 chirped, asking the pilot a question. He chuckled. "No, we're not back together, BeeBee." At least not yet.

BB-8 didn't understand why. Poe smiled, sadly as he got up from the bunk to go take a quick shower. It was going to feel good to wash away the grime from the last mission, ease the aches and pains in his muscles. There was still a lot of work to do, but for the first time in a long time, Poe felt hopeful.

Evelyn must have played his short message a hundred times since she received it. I've been reassigned to D'Qar. I'm hoping we can talk. There are things that I just... that have to be said in person. Just now how sorry I am... I've missed you...I've missed you so much. His warm voice had filled her quarters, sent an assault of emotions through her body, but that didn't stop her from playing it over and over again, just to hear him speak to her for the first time in five years.

It also didn't stop her from sending a message back to him, letting him know that she missed him too.

Jess would probably call her a hopeless romantic, which is why she never told her friends that Poe had contacted her and that she in return contacted him. When word came down that Poe would be arriving on D'Qar that morning, Evelyn had found an excuse to disappear from the flight pad, deciding that reunited in front of all those people actually sent a surge of anxiety through her. Instead, she hooked CB-2 up to her fighter, and tried to figure out why it was sluggish jumping to light speed. In a dogfight that could mean life or death, and she'd rather not take any chances. It also postponed her reunion with Poe.

Right before her aunt had left for the Echo of Hope, she had informed Evelyn that she was eventually ordering Poe to D'Qar. Evelyn knew it was coming, Leia couldn't keep her wing commander stationed out on a cruiser forever just because her niece wasn't ready to face him. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she sighed heavily. Pulling back, she told her droid to run the diagnostic again. Immediately the wires began to spark and Evelyn gasped in pain as her left hand was burned. Stumbling backwards, she shouted, "CeeBee! Stop! Stop! Shut it down!"

CB-2 moaned sorrowfully when she saw that the young woman's hand was burned and bleeding. Evelyn waved the droid off with her good hand and went to find the medical kit she kept locked in her X-wing's storage compartment. It was a struggle to get it open though with one good hand, and with everyone else otherwise occupied wanting to get a glimpse at their new wing commander, she really had no one to help her. She was so focused on getting the medkit out that she wasn't aware she was no longer alone in the hanger.

"Here, let me get that for you," Poe said, softly, reserved, behind her.

Evelyn swallowed hard, as her heart rate picked up, and she closed her eyes, stepping away from the fighter. She heard him open the hatch, grabbed the med kit and then slam the hatch shut. His fingers brushed her good hand, and instinctively she latched on, allowing him to guide her to a nearby crate she could sit on. It was then that she dared to open her eyes. Deep, rich brown eyes rose to meet hers and instantly her breath hitched as he smiled. His hair was a bit longer, there were a few more faint lines around his eyes, but otherwise, he looked exactly as she remembered him, even down to the leather jacket. "You still have the same jacket."

Poe placed the med kit near him and opened it, looking for what he would need to treat her injured hand. His smile broadened. "You cut your hair," he pointed out, reminding her that the last time she'd seen him, her hair had been much longer than it was now. Gently, he took her injured hand in his own, turning it over so her palm was facing upwards. "Still not an expert on wiring yet, huh?"

She shrugged. "I hadn't burnt myself this week until just now."

He laughed, hoarsely and rubbed some antiseptic on the wound. "A graceful Jedi warrior, but a clumsy mechanic."

"I'm not a Jedi," Evelyn mumbled, casting her eyes downward. "I swore that life off five years ago."

At this statement, Poe quirked an eyebrow, but he didn't pursue the matter; she was letting him touch her, letting him sit there and talk to her like everything was normal between them. He was not about to ruin his chances by asking what she meant by her statements. He gently cleaned the wound before applying some bacta ointment. "Why didn't you just have one of the mechanics work on your fighter?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that CB-2 rolled a bit closer. Evelyn glanced at the little droid, needing somewhere else to look besides Poe's handsome face. "They were all too busy up on the flight pad waiting to get a glimpse of you. Your heroics acquiring the Hevurion Grace have given you quite the reputation. And anyways, since it was so quiet back here, I thought I could do it myself.”

Poe felt his heart sink into his stomach. He'd had his suspicions why she had not been a presence on the flight pad; they were now confirmed. "You didn't want to see me," he whispered, voice breaking slightly, "that's why you're hiding back here, in the hanger."

Evelyn felt the tears begin to prick the backs of her eyes. "I didn’t…I didn’t think… seeing you again… in front of all those people…was the best place to see you for the first time.. since… how our last meeting went…”

He could hear the pain in her voice and his heart shattered. Silently, he finished treating her hand and put the supplies back in her med kit. Poe set her hand away from him, in her lap, watching as her tear-filled eyes rose to meet him. He offered a sad smile. "I'd have the med bay check that out later, just to make sure it's healing and not getting infected."

She nodded but couldn't speak. If she did, she'd end up sobbing. So, she sat there as he went to put the med kit back in her fighter, as he turned to face her once again but stayed next to the X-wing as their closeness now would be deemed inappropriate for a commanding officer and subordinate, because in reality that's all they were now.

"I know there's nothing I can say, Evelyn, to make it better. Just know that...I'm sorry...for all of it," Poe whispered before he proceeded to duck under her fighter and disappear into the base.

After he was gone was when the tears finally let loose and Evelyn buried her face in her knees and cried. Poe, please... please come back! she wanted to shout for him, wanted him to turn around and run to her; she wanted him to just hold her…

CB-2 brushed against her, trying to provide some form of comfort. For whatever reason, this only made her cry harder, sobs racking her body as years of pent pain was unleashed.

It wasn't until a woodsy, mixed with motor oil scent, filled her nostrils that she became aware that Poe had returned, that his arms were wrapping around her and pulling her close to him; that his voice was whispering in her ear that he was here now and this time, he was not walking away… She clung to his jacket, his favorite jacket, and buried her face in his shirt. She nuzzled his shoulder, feeling his arms tighten their hold on her.

Poe wasn't a fool, he knew that they still had a long way to go before they could ever get back to where they were before. However, they were moving beyond the grieving process; they were moving towards healing. Pulling away from her, he raised one hand to wipe the tears away, but then he reached for the glowing pendant, brow furrowing in curiosity. He was surprised she had even kept the pendant, let alone wore it after he had given it to her just before literally turning his back on her. "You kept this?" he rasped, fingers running along the edges of the crystal.

Evelyn reached up and covered his hand with her own. "Of course I kept it. You gave it to me, it meant...it meant something coming from you. I couldn't part with that, Poe."

It meant I love you, he thought, swallowing anxiously. Poe could feel the crystal's warmth underneath his fingers just before he raised his hands to her face and wiped the tears away. "I'm not leaving this time, Evelyn. I know that I have to fight to prove that to you, that I have to fight for this...and I will, no matter how long it takes.”

“I’m just glad you’re here now,” she whispered.

“Me too,” he whispered back, resting his forehead against hers. “I never should have put my oath before you. I was a coward; it was easier sticking with what I knew than to take that leap.”

“Poe, I never thought you were a coward.”

“You should have, Evelyn. I ran from you.”

Carefully, she raised her chin, her nose brushing against his. She knew how close her lips were to his and she longed for him to kiss her…

He leaned in as if he was going to kiss her, but then pulled back. Holding his hand out to her, Poe whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”

"General Organa," Connix announced, getting the attention of Leia. "You're going to want to hear this."

"What is it Lieutenant?" Leia asked, moving across the command center towards the young woman.

Connix took her headset off and handed it to Leia. "Intel report from a small, privately ran outpost just on the outskirts of the Unknown Regions. The First Order invaded there, looking for the stolen plans of their base. Intel believes that this is where Agent Lothor ended up, they still haven't heard from him."

Leia put the headset on and listened to the message. She had not felt right about this all morning. It was not unusual for their spies to remain silent for days, but Agent Lothor had escaped the First Order's base five days ago. Leia had been hoping they would hear something by now. If the plans were to fall back into the hands of the First Order, she wasn't sure the Resistance would be prepared for when the time came to launch an attack against their base. Sighing, she held the headset out. "Keep monitoring the situation. There could be any number of reasons why Agent Lothor hasn't contacted us yet and find Commander Dameron; he should have reported into central command by now.”

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #poe dameron #evelyn skywalker (oc)#kaleb skywalker (oc)#leia organa #kare kun #iolo arana #snap wexley #jess pava #bb-8 #poe x oc #poe dameron fanfiction #snap wexley x kare kun #we belong to the stars

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ninja-scenarios · 6 years

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Oasis more like pleasure heaven - Asra smut

Someone said: “Goodness honestly, asra pleasuring himself is so fucking hot, you did an. AMAZING job! If you are still taking requests, ffff could I please ask for more of that? Like anything you want but I just love him playing with himself while thinking about the MC fffffffffff (maybe pillow humping aaaaaaaaa)”

Ahhh, thank you so much!! <3 I wrote this in one go, i´m so doneeee

But it was really fun!! I hope you like it <3<3<3

MAJOR SPOILERS!! SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS!!!

Asra seeks comfort in his oasis. Little did he know that he´ll find more comfort than he expected. or How long can he last without reliving himself?

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Relationships: Asra / Non binary reader (implied) , Asra / Himself (?)

Finally returning to the comforting confines of his oasis, Asra let out a hollow sigh. His body felt tense, rigid from the scene he had fled back at the shop. The wandering magician shook his head, fluffy white hair bouncing up and down from the movement. He´d almost destroyed everything, almost put you at danger, again. The guilt sat heavy on his shoulders, weighing him down as he left deep footprints in the sand.

Oh how he wished to be with you again. Everything had changed, back then. The overwhelming joy of seeing the lost life returning to your body had been quickly displaced with utter horror. Your missing memories put a deep hole into your existence, much like a puzzle missing its most important middle pieces. Even after three years, day after day filled with hope that you´d wake up and remember, that your eyes would light up in recognition and fill with tears as you hugged your lover, your current status hasn´t changed.

Asra wasn´t allowed to dream, to let his mind wander back to what was. Whenever he did, his heart ached for you like it was on fire, demanding your closeness and love. Your relationship was in the past, hopelessly overshadowed by the dulling, numbing present. A warm breeze swept by, engulfing the young wanderer as if to hug him, yet the thought of you still didn´t leave his mind. Here was the only place when he showed weakness and spoke his deepest, secret wishes.

Yet, while it was a paradise, the dark parts of his minds were represented as well. They hid in the deep rain forest, in the smallest cracks and holes, whispering his name whenever he passed by. Even though he himself had created this place, there were things even Asra couldn´t control.

The more striking was his astonishment when he suddenly came upon a river. There was a tent-like, open pavilion on the other side, similar to the ones in Nadi´s palace gardens. Next to it stood a resting silhouette, emitting a calming aura rather than a threatening presence. On closer inspection, it looked like a perfect reflection of himself. Maybe he was imagining it because when he blinked, the figure had vanished.

Without paying it much thought, Asra lifted the satchel over his head while he waded through the waist deep, warm water. The warmth of the river still did nothing to relax his body. He´d felt on edge for days on end. Once leaving the water, he stepped out of his pants, underwear, socks and shoes, eager to try out the soft-silky interior of the pavilion. For a second he wanted to turn around and explore it together with you. You´d have laughed at his unplanned swim, in fact Asra heard your warm laughter ringing in his ears. Oh how he wanted to share this moment with you, to bring you here.

Throwing his pocket somewhere on the fluffy carpet-ground, he let himself fall into the sea of rose-coloured pillows. They felt nice against his naked skin, so silky and cool. Experimentally he rocked against them a few times, just to be almost immediately overwhelmed by sleep. It was no wonder when he the constant thoughts tired him out. They were painful, reminding him why he had fled this time. The reason was so utterly careless that he had debated on never coming back. A week ago, he had just poked his head into your bedroom, wanting to wake you for breakfast. You had read your favourite book, engrossed in the lines like you´d always used to. When, after some moments which Asra had used the seldom opportunity to stare at your beautiful features without disturbance, you had lifted your head and smiled at him in such a heart-warming, familiar way that he had wanted to tell you everything right then and there. It felt like his heart melted in heat right on the spot and while his lips had already formed the words, thankfully his voice had failed him. I love you.

I have loved you since the first day, and will continue to do so until my last.

When he awoke, thick rain drops knocked against the top of the tent in a calm, happy tune. It was a summer rain, coming to water the thirsty plants and revive the desert. With a sigh, Asra turned around, and shuddered as his erect, hot length was exposed to the air. As much as the guilt forbid him to chase after pleasure, his inner, love-starved self got the best of him. The erection stood hot and proudly, begging for attention by oozing pre-cum out of its head.

It was no use. For the last week, the act of punishment by denying himself pleasure had taken its toll on the young magician. How he wanted to hold you, kiss you, love you… the grains of sand of the desert beautifully described how many times he had jacked off to joint, fond memories.

Finally, Asra gave in, his hand coming down onto the searing hot skin. The pure contact had him hiss, considering that it was the first one in a while. His fingertips traced patterns into his shaft, smearing his pre cum all over himself and Asra gave a tight, little moan. When it felt slick enough he stroked it, slowly moving his hand up and down the thick cock. Under some circumstances, it would be your hand, squeezing and luring the pleasure out of his body.

The pure memory of you affected the magician deeply and it wasn´t long until he was moving faster, hips pushing up to meet his hand. His fingers formed a circle, creating a loose hole for him to thrust into, while Asra called out your name. If it was in hope or in despair, no one would ever really know.

While his own hand did not provide much comfort, the feeling of your mouth around him did, forever burnt into his mind. His reflection appeared again before the pavilion, watching him as it came closer. It didn´t feel quite like his own magic, but it felt familiar. Maybe it was the magician? In this gaze, it was hard to tell. Either way, Asra wasn´t set on stopping now, having been caught anyways. Also, he was positive that nothing, except his own mind, could ever hurt him in this safe heaven.

He closed his eyes and let his cock slip through his fingers again and again, blushing at the slick sound. It wasn´t enough, though. His body strained and moved, yet the desired rush of euphoria failed to take over.

Asra grit his teeth, moving faster, tighter. When he reopened his eyes, his reflection stood before him. Despite the rain outside, it didn´t appear to be wet. A snap resounded in the air. Asra´s brain was too foggy to fully process as his other self leaned over and suddenly wrapped a surprisingly slick hand around his raging boner. The white haired wanderer cried out as his reflection jacked him off, hard and fast. His tight, slick hand moved up and down his rock-hard length, creating the lewdest of sounds while his owner kept silent.

Asra panted, tongue coming out to wet his lips as he simply gave in to the experience. He thrust into the tight grip like crazy, letting out a desperate groan as the hand squeezed even tighter.

My heart belongs to you. I´d give my self up to safe you until there´s nothing left of me.

Guilt worked against pleasure in merciless, cooling waves, bringing him down from his high. His body went rigid in discomfort and he opened his eyes. How did the reflection work? Did it know how his true self felt? I must have, because suddenly he grabbed one of the silky pillows and leaned forwards, pressing it around Asra´s cock like a second pair of skin and forming a warm orifice.

His breath left Asra in a shuddering exhale as his eyes fluttered close. The pillow felt excellent against this twitching cock, almost, almost as good as you. His hands searched for purchase, nails clawing into the sea of pillows as he let out a loud moan of your name.

It felt good, the tightness, the warmth. Asra didn´t notice how his reflection came even closer. Only when he felt a palm gently cupping his cheek, he gasped in surprise. Yet he didn´t open his eyes as he leaned into the touch, so very thankful. He could almost feel you against his skin, feeling you stroke his cheek while you cooed sweet nothings into his ear.

Your name left his lips over and over again as he thrust into the pillow for dear life. A thumb brushed over his sensitive tip whenever it peaked out in the front, making his body shudder and tremble.

It´s all my fault. If I had been brave enough you´d have never died. I left you. I don´t deserve to be around you, to think of myself as your protector when I failed to do so while you slowly died scared and alone.

“N-not enough…!” Asra mumbled between sighs and moans, frustration growing on his face.

Without a word, his reflection removed its hand from Asra´s face. Another snap, then suddenly Asra felt something warm and slick circle his hole. Gasping, he witnessed how the finger entered him. The digit fucked his hole gently, and was soon joined by another one.

I was a coward for running away and a fool for being so stubborn. To this day, this decision haunts me in every one of my dreams.

You had always been so excellent at sucking him off, knowing all of his sweet spots and preferences and when to pull back to draw out his pleasure and prolong his orgasm. And the lovely sounds that had escaped your pretty mouth, small moans that had sent twitches right to his cock.

Asra was about to lose his mind, thrusting upwards into the heavenly pillow while he got fingered into oblivion. “F-fuck, yes…” His moans echoed in the dry sand, while the oasis bloomed with his pleasure. His shirt stuck onto his skin in sweat and heat, hair sticking against the pillows. Your name left his lips over and over again. “Forgive me! Please, forgive me…” Warm tears escaped the corners of his eyes and dripped down the wet, flushed cheeks. His cock throbbed, spasming as he felt he fingers curling against his sweet spot and spilling into the warm heat.

His other self pulled his hands back, letting Asra bathe in the afterglow. Whether his reflection was his own or someone else´s magic, he didn´t care. Just about you, he did. You would be sad that he would be gone for so long, yet he had to escape this ruined relationship sometimes. It didn´t matter how much he loved you, how much he was willing to give, when it was best if he let you alone. Your feelings, your well-being were his top priority and he would let no one, not even himself, get in their way.

Through the thick haze of the fogginess inside his brain, he could make out your face. His heart painfully tightened at the sight, was he not miles away from you in this very moment. Eyes still closed, the young magician detected some movement in the pavilion. Assuming his reflection had left, he was even more surprised to feel a palm cupping his cheek, wiping at his dried tears. Yet, this was nothing compared to the shock he felt when his other self suddenly connected their lips. They shared a slow, gentle kiss. After a few moments, the other Asra pulled back.

“I forgive you.”

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flamegodess · 5 years

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Let The Darkness Fall

Chapter 12

Rate: T+

Genre: Angst, fluff, Romance, young royai vampire AU

Warning: some description of torture... And after that something that I don't know how you'll deal with. Whatever it's a vampire au, if you came for cupcakes then sorry:)

“They know? Already?” Riza asked and bit her lower lip anxiously. If they really knew then it was the end of them.

“Maes says they didn’t mention the reason. But they said that only the two of us should go.” He explained wondering why they didn’t want to see Rebecca either.

“Y-you can’t go there... ” Rebecca murmured. She was new to all of this but she understood how strict and sever the council was.

“We have to.” Riza answered knowing that they had no choice.

“What if... If you don’t make it back?” she asked as her usually glowing eyes lost all their excitement.

“Then at least someone can explain to my father what happened.” Riza added trying to cheer her friend up. The truth was that she wasn’t so scared about the meeting. She had been through a lot during the last weeks so she knew she could take more and still survive. And there was Roy too. She felt that when having him by her side, nothing looked so complicated.

“You have no reason to worry. No one will touch her.” Roy said shortly. That was something that made Rebecca relax a bit. Riza turned her head to him. Yes, but who will protect you? Even though she was a puny human she promised herself to do everything in her power to keep him safe.

His bleeding body flashed again before her eyes and she clenched her fists until her knuckles turned withe. The brand on her shoulder didn’t only connect him to her. It connected her to him as well.

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They stepped into the large hall and walked silently towards the three big chairs of the three leading vampires. Instead that there were only two. Kimblee’s place was empty, thing that made them both relax. However the concerned face of Hohenheim and the smirk on Lust’s lips couldn’t bring good news either.

Roy nodded respectfully and this time, Riza followed his example. That brand was somehow bounding her to the vampires' world as well after all.

“Now, you probably know the reason we summoned you today.” Hohenheim spoke and sighed. They nodded in response. “The situation is very complicated, kids. In fact, more for you, Miss Hawkeye.”

Riza bit her lips. Of course, Rebecca was her friend. It was her fault that she knew about everything.

“It was an accident. And it was my fault as well.” Roy tried to defend her.

Lust laughed and Hohenheim pressed a palm against his forehead. “We wouldn’t call stabbing a vampire with a silver dagger an accident.”

“Especially when it comes from a human whose father happens to be a hunter.” Lust continued.

“What?”Roy and Riza asked at the same time both frozen and relieved. OK, so they didn’t know yet about Rebecca, that was good. Riza wanted to speak but before she could open her mouth, Kimblee walked in and sat on his chair, looking angrier than ever. His eyes were bright red and he was staring fiercely at them. Roy took a step in front of her.

“Why are you still discussing?! Let’s kill her already.” He hissed and Roy growled silently feeling attacked. His eyes turned a dark shade of red.

“We discussed this before, Solf, we are not killing her. Let her speak before we can decide anything.”

“Or we can skip that part and take a look through her memories.” Lust suggested with her calm and silky voice.

“Again, no. We can’t be so rude towards the humans. They are very important for us. Please, show some respect.”

“But she fucking killed Bridgette, Hohenheim! First, you decide to allow this scum to live and then decide that we should forgive his pet as well!” Kimblee barked angrily and Riza prayed Roy would hold back. He was looking fiercely at Kimblee ready to fight him if needed.

“Enough, Solf.” Hohenheim replied unimpressed and rised a hand to silent him then went on. “Miss Hawkeye, please tell us exactly what happened last night.”

Riza told them everything, from the moment Roy and Maes visited Bridgette, how then she came to her bedroom and barely killed her and how she had to go to her manor to save Roy’s life. She explained them that the only reason she killed the vampire was to defend herself.

“So everything happened because Bridgette was... Jealous?” Hohenheim asked trying his hardest not to laugh. Thing that Lust didn’t try to hide. Only Kimblee had his fists clenched.

“This is a lie! A mighty vampire as Bridgette couldn’t have possibly been jealous of a human! Does this sound right to you?”

“Well, Solf, you know that things like this happened before. Vampires who killed other feeders out of jealousy. Thank god this isn’t the case.”

“What?! So you’re happy that she survived and killed Bridgette?!”

Roy and Riza watched them argue for a while, feeling awkward. Suddenly, the vampires started whispering clearly not wishing them to hear the topic. Hohenheim sighed and silenced the other too. He looked defeated.

“We decided. We won’t kill you. You defended yourself after all and she had invaded your personal territory as well so... My two colleagues came with an idea.”

Kimblee smirked and crossed his arms. Riza gulped.

“You won’t leave this place unpunished.” Unfortunately, he wanted to add. “Kimblee will bite her and insert venom into her. We don’t want her turned into a vampire so we need the right amount only to...”

“Torture her.” Kimblee continued the phrase grinning as he got up from his chair.

“No way.” Roy said and gripped her hand. She started panting heavily as she felt the fear creep inside her.

“You have no choice. Believe me, she is lucky.” Solf replied. “And also, I hope you will enjoy too seeing her screaming in agony.”

“You are sick.” Roy whispered through his teeth.

“Repeat that.” Solf dared him.

“Both of you, silence. I am sorry, Miss Hawkeye, it’s the only-”

“It’s fine. I will do it.” She had resisted to the vampires before, she was going to to do it now too. What mattered was that no one was going to die. Did she like the idea of being bitten by Kimblee? No, of course not. The thought terrified her. Was she going to have traumas burnt on her brain? Totally. And it was all thanks to Bridgette.

“Can we have a moment, please?” Riza asked Hohenheim innocently seeing that Roy was on the edge with his nerves. The strong vampire nodded and Riza pulled Roy a little farther. “Please, control yourself...” She tried to calm him down even though her own voice was trembling.

“How the hell to control myself?!” he raised his voice and then lowered it. “I don’t want you to suffer. And I’m feeling like a useless idiot for not being able to do anything...”

“Roy... ”she felt the need of cupping his face and ruffling his hair. She wanted to whisper to him that everything was going to be alright. She wanted to press her forehead against his and stare into his deep dark orbs...but they couldn’t do that in front of the council. “I’m going to survive this.”

“It will hurt like hell. And I won’t be able to do anything to stop it. And that idiot is going to torture you as much as he can.”

She arched an eyebrow discouraged.

“I know, I’m not helping... But I know how much it hurt when I have been turned. I can’t forget that type of pain. Sure,you won’t feel the same intensity because, as they said, they don’t want you to become a vampire.” He sighed and stared at the ground not being able to face her.

“I am so sorry.”

“Hush.” She murmured and she stroked his cheek lightly. His eyes became darker and found hers. The moment was disturbed by Kimblee who cleared his throat with a stupid smile upon his face.

They walked towards the three vampires as Kimblee got up from his chair and came closer to them.

“But will he-? ”

“Don’t worry, I’ll stop him in time.” Hohenheim answered guessing Roy’s worry. Lust was watching the whole scene satisfied. “Come here.” She called Roy. “We don’t want you to interrupt anything.”

Roy frowned. He wanted to stay there,to hold her, to try to somehow take all her pain away. He didn’t want to watch it from further. She nodded to him not wishing to see how patient these vampires really were. Roy took a few steps but didn’t approach Lust.

Kimblee had a cruel expression upon his face. He was the hunter, she was the prey. But she didn’t want to be only the poor prey so she tried not to show him how afraid she was in fact. He was a little annoyed by that so he closed the distance between them and inhaled her scent.

“Oh, I can totally see why that mutt is so attracted to your blood. Such a shame I can’t feed on you... ” he whispered in her ear and she couldn’t help but shivered as his hand lingered coldly on her shoulder. She wanted to brush her hair away from the shoulder, but he didn’t allow her and did it himslef. She gulped at the freezing sensation of his fingers on her neck

She felt sick. Before she could think more, his fangs sank sharply deep into her shoulder. She tried not to make a sound even though he had been extremely brusque. She was glad she couldn’t look at Roy from where she was standing. It was hard anyway not to let her tears fall as Kimblee’s sharp nails were hurting her shoulder blades.

She felt her neck starting to burn. A burn that was slowly spreading through her whole body. Without realizing she was already panting fast and praying for it to stop, but Kimblee had no intention of letting go of her. His fangs seemed to bite her sharper. She bit her lips with all her strength as the burning sensation turned slowly into pain and soon she felt like she couldn’t breath so her body tried to escape Kimblee’s grip involuntarily. He held her tighter.

She started to panic. Her whole body seemed to be on fire. And she heard someone screaming. She needed to stay strong, not to give in. Even though she realized that her legs did give in and it was more Kimblee’s grip that was keeping her on her feet. She felt her tears roll down her face and realized shortly that the scream she was hearing was coming from her.

Roy wanted to rip off Kimblee’s neck. He had his fists clenched and his eyes reflected a violent shade of red. He would have stopped him but two other vampires that Lust had called earlier, were holding him against his will.

“It’s enough...” He begged Hohenheim not bearing to hear her scream in agony anymore.

“Yes, Solf, you may stop.” He added seeing that he was torturing Roy as well. He didn’t stop.

Riza could hardly hear anything in the background. She was striving not to lose her consciousness. Everything seemed to blur around her. And her throat was hurting badly both because of the screaming and the venom.

Hohenheim approached them and put a hand on Kimblee’s shoulder. He stopped only when he was pulled away. She fell on the ground as soon as Solf stepped away. The floor was made of stones so it was cold. Or it was supposed to be cold. She needed something to put out the fire she felt, not even the ground was good enough. Hohenheim allowed Roy to go to her.

In her agony and screams that she had grown accustomed to, she felt a pair of strong arms lift her from the floor. Roy pressed her head against his chest and she could muffle her screams. She knew she couldn’t resist more. She couldn’t move any member of her body. She passed out.

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She opened her eyes feeling a metallic taste in her mouth. It took her a few minutes to remember what had happened. Fortunately she wasn’t in front of the council anymore,yelling and rolling on the ground. She was in her own bed and a worried sick Roy was staring at her from the side of the bed. She felt a faint burn through her limbs and her head was pumping wildly.

“Roy... ” she murmured and he gripped her hand.

“Don’t talk. You’re alright.” He soothed her and she didn’t need more. She fell asleep instantly.

The next time she woke up, the dim light of a cloudy morning was creeping in her room. She couldn’t go to school. Roy wasn’t there anymore. He was probably studying alchemy with her father. Damn, he wasn’t focusing at all probably. She found it funny that she was thinking about his study while she was laying numbly on the bed.

The door of her room opened and she cracked a smile when she saw Roy.

“Hey.”

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly as he pressed a palm against her forehead.

“I’m not really feeling too much.” She answered still feeling a little flame burning inside of her, behind the numbness.

“You will be alright by this evening.” He added and sat again on the side of her bed.

“Already?”

“Yeah...well you see... There is this one thing that heals you quicker and we’ll I gave it to you while you were unconscious.” He said and ruffled his hair not really knowing how to explain.

“Have you drugged me or something?” she asked realizing she didn’t care as long as she didn’t feel the terrible pain from the last night.

“No,of course not. But do you remember when I told you that my wounds heal faster because it’s propriety of my vampire blood?”

Even though she was confused and not totally awake, it clicked. At least that explained the metal taste in her mouth. Oh well, at least again, it wasn’t her own blood. “Oh” was all she could say.

“Yeah...and I don’t know how to tell you this but you have to drink more.”

Oh. It was one thing to do it when she was unconscious and another to do it fully awake. Firstly, it would be disgusting. Secondly, she was a human and drinking blood was disgusting.

“I can’t... I... ” she stopped in mid sentence as he bit his own wrist and blood started to drip slowly. She felt sick again. “Don’t think about it, okay?” he said and brought the wrist to her mouth. She closed her eyes and parted her lips. She somehow felt like her body wanted that blood. Like her whole being knew it would heal her. She gripped it with her teeth and let the red liquid flow down. And surprisingly she didn’t feel the need to throw up.

After a little she pushed his hand away and closed her eyes trying not to think about what she had just done.

“Fuck.” She murmured.

“Would you like me to react like that when I drink your blood? Because I don’t think so.” He complained seeing the expression upon her face.

“And would it be okay if as a human I would say that I totally enjoyed drinking your blood? Cause I don’t think so either.” she answered back and rolled her eyes.

“Oh good. You’re attitude is coming back. You’re recovering. ” he added and smirked.

#let the darkness fall #vampire au #roy x riza #young royai #royai fic #fma #angsty royai #royai fanfiction #royai is canon #royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #fmab #youngroyai

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2019

I put indulging myself and my hobbies and my career on the back burner the last two years. and for good reasons, some of which those here may be familiar with, but its been hard to get out of that funk, especially with what i went through. i settled at a job quickly after graduation (for reasons i thought i would have to) that makes it easy to at least pay the bills and live on my own, but not much else. no travel, no fun trips, and sticking to a budget. as much as I've seen growth in some areas of my life; my friendships with new faces, my relationship, and professionally just by having the experience of not being in school and seeing how normal day-to-day businesses operate, i haven’t given much time to my personal growth. and in a lot of ways i fee like i lost a little bit of myself in the last two years. i did lose a bit of myself. i will never be that person two years ago again. and i didn’t mourn that loss. All of it spun out of control so fast that I had no time to comprehend it. and then i was consumed by the Adult-hole.

i’m frustrated by falling into this Adult-hole. living to pay bills, suddenly being inundated by these responsibilities i kind of forgot i would have. i’m frustrated with work, and having a job where i like the people, i’m happy, it’s no chore - but not feeling fulfilled. How can i be happy but unhappy???? How did I get here?

I have a boyfriend - and like, that’s not even the correct term for this man. i am the axis on which his world spins. i have known him since i was eight and he is The One for me. and a part of my heart i didn’t know i had grew and filled in the space of seconds for him. in this way, i am so very fulfilled. but not content.

I realize i miss school desperately. i miss the academia, the interactions with students and professors and feeling The Whole World was right there ready for me to take for myself. Don’t get me wrong, i love my relationship and my friends, but we don’t share the same passions and interests and slowly but surely i’ve found myself losing interest midway through conversations. i have a hard time staying focused and have found myself forcing conversation. and i had to look even harder at myself to realize that burden is on me, too. because i haven’t honored myself, haven’t made an effort to find things outside of this circle and life that are my own. That isn't anyone elses fault. i got duped by the Adult-hole. i got comfortable with being uncomfortable and now i’m suffocating. it’s made me quiet and sullen and not as enthusiastic about my life. I don’t like talking about myself because I am not happy with what i’ve accomplished so far. I dont mean to sound like im miserable. i have a happy life, happy friends, happy coworkers. but i realized i didnt deal with some of the things that happened to me as well as i thought. and compounded on top of not sharing my time with those in my academic field or even places like here, where other interests in my life are shared, i barely recognize the person i am these days.

It’s also so so hard at this age because - seriously - comparison is the THIEF of joy and it makes the Adult-hole more darker and all consuming. WHY am i wasting all this time being frustrated by people living their lives. I was living the life for years with responsibilities, wondering why people were reacting to my trips and education the same way i’m reacting to people enjoying their lives now. I used to think, you make it work if its what you want in your heart. its easy. its easy to have friends and travel and see people because i wasnt consumed by what others were doing. i was doing what i wanted to do! HOW did i let the Adult-hole dupe me and make me so cynical about people living their best lives?! Seriously, who is Social Media and Instagram to dictate i’m not fulfilled? why do i feel like i need to be anywhere other than where i am and the opportunities i have now? I know the things i NEED to be happy, not what everything and everyone else is pretending i need to be happy. I finally got it. I got the Wake-Up Call.

i sort of got to this realization a couple months ago. before, all of this was affecting my mood, my relationship, my work ethic. but i finally had this wake up call that i can change all of it. i may not be in control how much The Man and the Adult-hole squeeze out of me, but I can get serious again about the things I always wanted to do and the person I want to be. I miss the person I was when i had cultivated all of these beautiful friendships here, the person i was when travelling, and the person who didn't blame The Adult-hole for not honoring and honing those friendships and experiences and above all myself. I miss the person who thought about other people as much as herself. but who have i been consumed with? its sad, but no one. i have been going through the motions because i was so BURNT OUT by myself, i didnt even want to honor myself. and how can i honor other people if i dont even like who i see most days?

I finally threw myself into plans. Contingency plans. School again? Move? across the country? where can i work in Jordan, in Oman, in London? Fuck it, move to Hawaii.

i swear, i was making crazy drastic plans by the minute. I realize, obviously, that isn’t realistic. but I could start changing things little by little. reach out to people i missed when they crossed my mind. Take the time to ask people how they were doing. Look at programs and school, try to change things little by little. Yoga on Saturdays. God, I’m terrible, but it makes me feel better. Really. Get back to the gym. SAY IT WITH ME GET BACK TO THE GYM. YOU FELT BETTER. YOU SLEPT BETTER. YOU STARTED YOUR DAY EARLIER AND EVERYTHING THEY SAY ABOUT THE GYM IS TRUE. STOP spending STUPID money. you have LOANS TO PAY!!! JORDAN, when was the last time you wrote? remember how much you loved writing, how you wanted to publish short stories? when you were writing you were more emphatic, more human, more in touch with your day. oh, and drink some FUCKING WATER you heathen. vodka and coffee aren’t going to hydrate you!!! Clean up and light a candle. watch a new show. read a book once a month. find a church or a class. and for the love of god, put your fucking phone away when you're around people you care about. I MEAN IT.

I decided to find me in 2019. I have started my process to the job i want again. I’m talking and networking. People are prepping me for the whole process. it’ll take about a year. But my transcipts are requested and i’m writing my responses to the application questions and I’m keeping at it (which may lead to me having to delete this blog, who knows, but for now it stays). im looking at options where schools takes me to that career, too and looking into academic programs.I’m bouncing ideas off those who are in this field and they are as enthusiastic for me as i am. and finally, finally, i feel good enough, i feel like i can do this. and its because i’m making these smaller goals in the hopes it makes me feel good rather than lousy if i can’t accomplish everything. its working. i think the big change comes from all of these smaller changes. I want to feel like me again.

#personal

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