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girlylukehughes · 2 months

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Casual ~ Luke Hughes

Description: Luke thinks things are casual between him and y/n… she doesn't feel that way anymore. Warnings: angst, unresolved ending, smut, p in v(protected), oral(f receiving), mixed signals, asshole! Luke, anxiety attack/symptoms mentioned, naive reader(i think??)

authors note: i’ve never written smut before this so bear with me okay

(flashbacks in italics)

When you agreed to be friends with benefits with Luke 6 months ago you never thought the argument you were having right now would happen. On opposite sides of his room in the sophomore house, his head in his hands as he sits on his blue comforter, you basically burning a hole into the carpet with your pacing. This whole argument started when you overheard the conversation he was having with Ethan and Mark outside of Yost.

“So you and y/n have been together for a while now huh?” Mark said to Luke.

“Yeah it's been like 6 months now bro, when are you finally gonna post her on your insta?”

Luke let out a chuckle, “Never gonna happen.” Mark and Ethan turn to each other, confused, “what do you mean Luke? Is this like a Hughes thing and you don’t want her to get hate?”

“Mark, I could truly care less. She’s just a girl I bang on our couch sometimes. We're not together. Not gonna ever happen.” You can feel the tears welling in your eyes, throat burning. Over Luke’s tall shoulder Ethan spots you, mouth in a frown, a single tear slipping down your cheek.

“Bro…” He whispers quietly, his tone full of sympathy and worry. He nods his head behind Luke causing him to look back at you. You stand there roughly rubbing that tear off your cheek so he can't see it, but he already saw, he felt nothing about it though.

“Y/n,” he sighed out, you cut him off with a sniffle, “You know I thought you thought of me better than that but I guess I’m just the girl you occasionally fuck. Only good enough to keep your dick wet when you got tired of fucking anything in a skirt.” The tears are freely falling now, Ethan and Mark behind Luke look devastated for you, Luke himself just looks pissed.

“Y/n we agreed that there were no attachments. You can’t get all upset when you’re the one who broke that. We said if we catch feelings it will stop.”

“Then it never should have started Luke!” you screamed at him. His face turned to one of shock before going back to its pissed off scowl.

“We're not doing this here. Get in the car, we're going home.” Luke starts walking towards his car, looking back once he realizes you're not following.

“Luke, I'm not doing this. I’m done freely following every word you say, I'm not gonna follow you like a lost little puppy.”

“Y/n please just get in the car so we can talk. I'll let you have the floor, you can talk. I'll listen please.” You sigh, following him to the car. The drive over to the sophomore house takes less than five minutes. The quietest five minutes of your lives. This leaves you where you are now.

“Are you gonna say something or what?” Luke says, his voice muffled by the hands over his face.

“You know Luke, you said this was “Casual” but what's casual about you, a week ago, your head between my thighs while you ate me out in the front seat of your car while you whispered things like ‘i love you’ and ‘you’re the only girl for me’? What is casual about that?” Your voice raises with each question. Luke looks up from his hands, his face twisted with confusion and regret. “Y/n/n-” “No,” you cut him off, “It's my turn to talk. That's what you wanted right? You said I got the floor. So now it's your turn to shut up and listen. How was it casual when two weeks after this started your mom came up to me talking about how much you ‘talk about me’ and then she invited me to the lake house this summer? Was it casual when Jack called me mid anxiety attack because he felt like his chest was caving in and I had to talk him through it?” You make your way over to his dresser opening the top drawer, “What's casual about me keeping my favorite clothes here because YOU asked me to? My favorite bra literally lives in your dresser Luke. You know I try to be the cool, chill girl but you know what I can’t fake it anymore! I’m not that girl! I have feelings, I care!”

“Why didn’t you fucking say something then!” He finally shouts, “You didn’t have to leave your shit here if you didn’t want to! You didn’t have to deal with Jack, he’s not your fucking responsibility!”

“But I fucking wanted to! Jesus Luke! I was delusional enough to think that you actually liked me! I had this stupid idea in my head that when you went to Jersey you’d ask me to go with you! That next year it would just be me and you! We’d have an apartment and you’d finally show me off to your friends! But no, I’m just dumb and in love with an asshole.” You sigh, sliding your back down the door, sitting on the floor with your knees to your chest.

“You’re in love with me?” he whispers out. “Why?”

“It was that dinner with your parents last month. That did it for me.”

“Hey, are you almost ready?” Luke asks as he walks up behind you in the mirror, his hands on your waist.

“Yeah, I just need to put my earrings in and we can go.” Smiling at Luke in the mirror, his face goes to your neck and he lightly sucks on the pulse point a small whine coming from your mouth. “Luke stop, I can’t show up to dinner with your parents with a giant hickey on my neck.”

“Fine,” he huffs out.

The drive to the restaurant is about 45 minutes of his hand inching further and further up your thigh, at one point teasing the edge of your panties before moving back down. Knowing you’re all worked up, Luke smirks at you before parking the car and getting out to open your door. Holding hands the whole way to the table you greet his parents with hugs and take a seat across from Ellen, Luke next to you and across from Jim. Halfway through dinner, Luke’s middle finger makes contact with your clit through your panties. Crossing your legs and trapping his hand, you lightly shift your body for more contact, that's when the idea sparks in his head. “Hey while we wait for dessert to come out I'm gonna go show her the tulip garden outside, they’re her favorite” Luke smiles at his parents.

“Alright hun just don't take too long, wouldn’t want your dad to eat all the dessert,” Ellen jokes.

“We’ll be quick, promise” You smile at her. Luke helps you out of your chair before taking your hand and leading you towards the back door. Once his parents are no longer watching he pulls you down the side hallway and into the bathroom, trapping you between him and the sink.

“So pretty,” he whispers, stroking your cheek with his thumb before kissing you long and hard. Your body sinks into him, deepening the kiss.

“Need you Luke,” you say looking up at him through your eyelashes. Your hands fumble with his belt as his hands work your dress over your hips, and sliding your panties down. His strong fingers find your clit again, rubbing in painfully slow circles on the bundle of nerves before slipping them further back and into you. A sigh leaving your mouth mixes with the groan leaving his as you palm him through his boxers. Pulling away before he slides his pants down and grabbing the condom out of his back pocket, you unbutton his shirt, raking your fingers up and down his toned stomach.

“Please Luke,” you whine, rushing him to put the condom on as you slide the straps of your dress down exposing your chest. In two seconds flat he's lifting you onto the counter and sliding his hard cock into you, hushed moans leaving both of you before he reattaches his mouth to yours before pumping into you harder and faster.

“Love this pussy,” he whispers against your lips. “Love these lips too.” Your brain fogs over at the words leaving his mouth. Love. He’s never said that before. Usually it's just possessive things like “this is mine” and “no one else gets you like this”. Love meant something else to you. Angling your hips, he hits that soft spongy spot in you and you’re seeing stars and your orgasm hits you hard, clinging to him tight. The feeling of you squeezing around him tips him over the edge. Luke waits a minute before pulling out and throwing the condom in the trash before wetting a paper towel and cleaning up between your thighs. Instead of giving you your panties he slips them into his back pocket before saying with a smirk, “You can have them back later if you're a good girl.” Straightening out your dress and turning around to face the mirror you get a sense of deja vu as the scene from two hours earlier repeats itself with Luke kissing up your neck from behind until he reaches your lips. Pulling away a minute later he helps flatten out your hair as you fix his curls. Making your way back to the table hand in hand before digging into the dessert that arrived long ago.

“Y/n, that was just a bathroom fuck. Why are you being so bitter about it?” Luke scoffs.

“Luke I fucked you in a restaurant bathroom, while your parents were sitting at a table waiting for us and you wonder why I’m bitter? God you’re more dense than I thought. You know what? Just go back to bragging to your friends about fucking me and having me sit there and look stupid while you clearly don’t give a fuck about me for more than my body and what you get from it.” You open his bedroom door, making your way down the stairs with him following you.

“Y/n, baby don’t leave, come on we can fix this.”

“No.” you whisper, before finally looking into his eyes. Eyes that are now filled with a shine of tears and regret. “I hate that I let this drag on for as long as I did. I fucking hate myself for it.”

“Y/n please-” cutting him off, looking straight into his eyes, “Go to hell Luke.” Slamming the front door and walking home, the heavy weight on your chest gone.

#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #new jersey devils #umich hockey #jay speaks!!🪩#Spotify

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httpiastri · 7 days

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sleeping patterns – cn34

nights filled with endless crying and screaming take a toll on clement's confidence.

genre: fluff, slight comfort/angst ig

pairing: young dad!clem x young mom!reader

warnings: none

author’s note: aaaaaaaaaaa im so soft for clem and ive had such an insane baby fever recently. i miss him sm :(( he would be such a good dad, i just know it

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the big, red numbers of your electric clock on the bedside table tell you it's only 3am, a frustrated huff passing through your lips when your eyes slowly open. it takes a while for you to realize what's waking you up – but then it makes so much sense.

the soft cries on the other side of the baby monitor sting like a knife in your heart, and you're fully awake in a matter of seconds. you're just about to push yourself up to a sitting position when the bed dips next to you. after turning around, you find your boyfriend already jumping out of bed. "i'll get her."

"are you sure?" you ask, voice creaky after several hours of not speaking.

clement nods, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. "go back to sleep," he hums, and just like that, he has waddled through the door to your nursery.

the sad truth is that your little one hasn't been progressing with her sleep as much as she should. she had a period of almost sleeping through the nights about a month ago, but then you were hit with the four-month regression. she's almost five months old now, and still, you have issues with sudden wakeups in the middle of the night. as much as you adore every second you get to spend with her, you just wish you could get one full night of sleep sometime.

you know you won't be able to fall asleep until clement is back, you never can. but it's not because you're worried; in fact, there's not a single piece of concern on your mind over it. you know that he has mastered the cradling-cooing-bouncing sequence by now. and sure enough, your daughter's cries grow lighter and lighter, until the only sound that can be heard from the monitor is the ones of soft steps and hushed whispers.

but something feels off. even when the apartment is completely silent, clement doesn't come back to bed.

it's very strange. he fell asleep once in the rocking chair in the nursery, but complained about his back aching for a week afterwards and promised that he would never put himself through that again.

the moonlight peeking through the poorly shut blinds in the nursery casts a shadow across clement's profile when you step inside. despite how dark it is, you can see every little toy on the floor and every detail of the little race car-themed mobile that dangles above the crib clearly. you're way too used to being in here at night.

clement has put your daughter back down into her crib by now, and his hands are wrapped around the railing as he leans over it, looking down at her. he doesn't react when you come closer, and he doesn't move a muscle even when you place your hand on his shoulder. it's easy to understand that something is bothering him.

"what's on your mind?"

he turns to you and lets out a tiny exhale, as if it was a struggle for him to snap himself out of his thoughts. he shakes his head. "it's nothing."

"tell me," you press, giving his shoulder a soft squeeze.

"well, i…" he squeezes his eyes shut. "i'm kind of freaking out. it's been over four months, and… i still haven't adjusted."

"honey," you start, your hand moving to the back of his neck. "where is this coming from? so suddenly?"

"i don't know," he says with a sigh. "you've seen me lately, i've barely been able to fall asleep at all."

he opens his eyes again and gazes down into the crib, eyes softening once they land on the little bundle of love resting so peacefully. he follows the way her chest rises with her breaths, her slightly pouting lips, her tiny fists that are wrapped around her blankie.

"it feels like i'm the only one who's struggling. you're such a natural, you're doing so much better with her, while i just feel… hopeless."

you don't want to interrupt him – clement doesn't often speak about his deeper feelings, so now that he's finally going, you don't wish to stop his flow – but you have to say something. "i think you're doing really well."

"you actually think so?" he asks. though his gaze doesn't move an inch, he can still see you nodding in the corner of his eye. he takes a deep breath. "i've heard people say that new fathers go through things… that it takes time, that it takes patience- and i've tried to be patient, i really have. but…"

he finally looks at you, and his heart breaks slightly at the sight of your uneasy expression, the tension in your eyebrows and your worried eyes. he hates being the one to make you feel like this.

"i just can't get rid of this constant anxiety. it feels like i'm always stressing over something. over you, over her, over everything."

you relate to every word he says. being this young, you feel like you're stumbling through darkness most of the time, not knowing what to do. it's frankly a guessing game, with mostly correct guesses mixed with some bad ones, since neither of you have any prior parenting experiences. even though he may not see it or know it, you're going through the same things as him.

no one had expected for you to get pregnant at this age, and no one – not even the two of you – had expected for you and clement to actually keep the baby. and sometimes, way more often than you'd thought before, your youth and inexperience has been catching up with you.

it's hard, but at least you have each other.

you step closer, draping your arms around his shoulders in an instant. "it's alright," you whisper into the skin of his neck, your nose filling with that scent that's just so him, and you finally relax a bit. his hands find your waist, fingers caressing your sides through the flimsy material of your nightgown. "it's okay to feel like this. i do, too. i think… all new parents must feel it." you give his neck a soft kiss. "but they all get through it, don't they? and so will we."

he stays silent for a while before he nods slowly. "it's all just so… intimidating. i don't want to mess anything up."

"and you won't." you pull away slightly to look into his eyes. "i trust you fully, and-"

you're interrupted mid-sentence, the sound of your daughter stirring in her crib taking clement's attention away from you as he glances towards her. you see his adam's apple bob as she begins to whine, her fists clenching and face scrunching up. "should- can i take her?" he asks tentatively, hands trembling slightly on your sides.

you nod not even a second later, stepping out of his embrace to give him no excuse to hold back. "go for it."

clement had bought every parenting guidebook he could find, and read every website with tips for new parents on the entire internet – and yet, nothing had prepared him for this nervousness that he's experiencing so often. he knew it wouldn't be smooth sailing all the way, but he hadn't expected to feel this uncertain in everything he does. even in the way that he picks his daughter out of her crib, he feels anxious that he's doing something wrong.

however, the second she feels her father's presence, it's far from the story that his anxiety has been making up for him. she lets out one last soft cry before, as if out of habit, nuzzling her face into his skin.

while clement has been struggling this whole time, you can't help but notice that she settles easily into his arms. like she belongs there; like she knows that he'll take care of her.

because he always does.

"see?" you say, letting a finger run along the curve of her cheek as you smile down at her. "that's not so bad, is it? you're doing so well."

considering all the difficulties he's faced, hearing these kind words of appreciation from you gives him comfort in a way that few other feelings can compare to. his gaze is still glued to your daughter, the precious little baby that is his entire world. well, half of his world – the other half is standing right next to him. "i love her, you know," he says softly. "even if she doesn't know it yet, i do. so much."

"i think she knows," you answer, watching as your boyfriend cradles her against his bare chest. he has loved the skin-on-skin contact since day one, and you're sure she does, too; her gentle babbling is always a sure sign that she's completely content. you can't hold back from smiling. "and she loves you just as much."

"sometimes i just can't believe that she's ours. that we made her." his eyes meet yours, nothing but pure love in them. "isn't it strange?"

"strange that we've done something good for once?"

he answers your tease by sticking out his tongue, nudging your shoulder with his, though gently enough to not bother the little one in his arms.

"come on, let's go back to bed," you say, leaning in to press your lips gently to the back of her head. "one night of co-sleeping can't be the entire world, can it?"

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gemini-sensei · 6 months

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Hear me out... (unedited)

Reader just broke up with her boyfriend. She's sad about it, yeah, mostly because she's been looking for "the one." All she's ever wanted was to marry the love of her life and have a family with them, but it's slowly starting to feel like that is impossible as everyone she's gone out with has either said she isn't their type or things don't end well. Case and point, her most recent ex who found someone else...

Reader feels a little hopeless. As her friends start to make families of their own, she feels even worse. She's there for them as they go through pregnancy and have their babies, being an aunt to their kids and a babysitter when her friends want to have a night out. She loves the little ones, but at the same time, she feels cheated out of the life she wanted for herself.

Hawk, her best friend, watches from the sidelines and doesn't know what to do. He takes her out in an attempt to forget about it, distracts her mind from it all. The one time they got drunk, she swore up and down about how her ex made so many empty promises to her and how upset she was when he left because she thought he was the one. Why couldn't he have been the one?

She cried in Hawk's arms before throwing up on the bar floor. After that, he decided that drinking wasn't the best distraction. So they did other things... like play video games and go sight seeing and practice karate.

Reader appreciates everything he does for her. He's the best and she always tells him as much.

It's when Yasmine is pregnant that she comes to a realization. Well, Moon helps her get there.

As the two women are leaving Yasmine and Demetri's home, Reader says something about how she can't wait to have all of this; the lush house, the loving partner, a baby on the way. It's not the first time they've talked about this.

"Why wait at all?" Moon asks.

Reader sighs. "I don't know. I'm still trying to find that special someone, you know?"

"They're not worth waiting on if you're ready for a baby," Moon tells her. It's quiet for a moment, Reader a little warm in the cheeks. "Reader, we all know how long you've wanted a family. Sometimes it's all you talk about. Just skip the search for someone and go for the baby. No one said you had to actually have a partner to have a baby."

Reader looks at her, a little stunned. She knew single women had babies all the time, through whatever means led them to that path in life, but she never considered it for herself. She blinks and licks her lips, smiling. "I'll have to think about it."

Moon giggles. "Definitely think it over."

And she does. Reader thinks about it for months before she comes to a decision.

The first person she tells is Hawk.

"I've decided I'm gonna have a baby," she tells him.

He laughs. "We all knew this about you."

"No, I mean soon. I'm gonna get pregnant soon and have a baby, Hawk." He looks at her questionably because he's known her plan all their lives: meet the person of her dreams first, then start a family. Sitting with her in his lonely apartment, he knows she's single as fuck. She knows he knows this and goes on to elaborate. "I'm tired of waiting for someone to love me enough to have a baby with me. I'm just gonna do it myself."

"Okay, but that's a lot more responsibility put on you," he says, concerned and only looking out for her best interest.

She nods. "I know. I've thought through all of it. I know what I'm doing."

He stares at her and sees how determined she is in this decision. Whether he thinks her doing this on her own isn't the best idea or not, he knows he won't be able to change her mind. "Okay. So are you gonna go to a sperm bank and tell them you want a donation?"

"No," she says and he almost chokes on air.

"What?"

"That's too expensive," she tells him. "I can spend that money on something a lot better. I mean, who knows how much I'd waste if it doesn't take the first or second or even third time, you know? I'm just gonna find a tinder hookup and go from there."

Now he puts his foot down in protest. "No. No way, Reader. For someone who's put a lot of thought into this, that is the worst way to go. I mean, you could meet someone dangerous or someone that you don't want to get you pregnant. Just save up for the clinic."

"I don't want to wait for that," she tells him, looking at him rather cross. But it's more out of desperation than being angry. "What other choice do I have?"

He says it before he thinks it through. "You have me."

She stares at him stunned. "What?"

He swallows hard but committs to it. "Reader, I don't want you getting hurt. I mean, all I want is for you to be happy. I'd do anything for you. I'd kill for you and you know that. So why not this?"

She sits silently and listens, then asks, "You'd really do this for me?"

"I'd do this with you," he tells her. He takes her hand and squeezes it. "Then you wouldn't have to do this alone and the kid can have both parents around."

She smiles.

"This is what best friends are for, right?"

She laughs and hugs him, nearly knocking him over. "You're the most amazing best friend ever!"

They hold each other for a moment longer than maybe what was necessary, then pull away from each other. He smiles at her a little cheeky.

"So, should I go get a turkey baster?"

He hits him on the arm. "Shut up! And no!" She sits shyly for a moment, cheeks growing hot. "That's another reason I didn't wanna use a clinic... I still want the have the whole... involved experience."

His eyes darken and he licks his lips. "Oh, I see."

He puts a hand on her thick thigh and squeezes it. She giggles nervously and puts her hand on his.

"Now isn't the time," she tells him, quickly explaining, "I'm not ovulating."

"We could still practice," he offers, wearing a cheeky smile.

She bites her lip and nods. "Yeah, a little practice wouldn't hurt."

They move to his bedroom, where their friendship takes on a whole new meaning. As he holds her pudgy waist and pounds her from behind, he silently hopes it takes some time for her to get pregnant because it's the best sex he's ever had. She moans and curls her fingers into the sheets, also wishing the same thing.

And even when they're cuddling in his sheets after their practice run, they're blind to the fact that this changes everything. But it does at least open up their hearts to the truth that's been there all along: they've been each other's meant to be for a long time. They just don't realize it yet, just like they haven't all these years they've been friends.

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un-love · 2 years

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drunk voicemails – 1

tw: implications of death in joshua's

reblogs are appreciated :D

seungcheol: honey, i'm on my way back from work and i saw this new flower shop around the corner. something good will happen to you today. that's what the sign in the window said. naturally, i thought of you. you'rw the good in my life. SO i stopped to get you something and that's when i realized i don't know what your pick is. is it lilies? did you know there's something called blue orchids? they also had that. how do i not know your favourite flowers? if i had to pick flowers that remind me of you, i would pick sunflowers. they're yellow and warm and welcoming. everything that you are. i think that's what prompted me to buy y— shit. the bus is here. i'll see you tomorrow. tell me what your favourite flowers are

jeonghan: i wasn't expecting this to go to voicemail, what should i do? i'm a little drunk, baby. but i would've wanted to call even if i weren't. i want to ask you to come over, i want to run my hands through your hair, kiss the dimple beneath your eyes. are you sleeping okay? i'd give anything to see you fall asleep in my shirt again. haven't touched it since you threw it on my bedroom floor. your skin peeking out from in between the hem of my shirt and the blanket you refused to sleep without. do you still sleep with the air conditioner on? are you still listening? i'm sorry there's so much i didn't say.

joshua: do you remember promising to take me to your hometown? i couldn't sleep and ended up thinking about that. the bucketlist i made for us is still tucked away in my bottom drawer. i wanted to tuck us away too. t-u-c-k. protect you from everything, you see. now i catch myself thinking, 'was that too ambitious of me? would something have changed if i hadn't insisted on leaving game night early that friday?' all the moments of you i would've held. infinitely mine. i dream about it, sometimes. how you would've laughed showing me the love letters you received back in high school. if you would've taken me to your favourite waffle shop back home. i heard they're taking it down soon, i can't decide if i should go alone. maybe i will. i have to go now. this is my last message to you before they discontinue your cell service...yeah. i had to call. i love you.

jun: i knew you wouldn't pick up but hearing the beep hurt more than i thought. what do i do? i thought we were okay. that we finally made it through the mess. i almost saw a faint white light at the end of our tunnel. guess i was wrong, huh? i don't know if we'll ever forgive each other for what we've caused. never knew disasters could feel mind numbing and still look beautiful from afar. are you happy? i will never forgive myself for bending over backwards to let you walk over me again, and again, and again, and again, while you bled me dry. i keep replaying the night in my head, the final minutes before my whole world collapsed in on itself. i swear i felt time move backwards. but it's all the same to you, isn't it? i don't know why i called–

soonyoung: hey, it's .. uh, it's me. i saw that you called. i'm painfully aware of the probability of it being an accident, but here i am, hoping that it wasn't. want to be more than an accidental call to you. what does that make me? no, it's pathetic, i know. i just wanted to hear your voice anyway. maybe you'd have been surprised to see my caller id and said my name out loud, you know? did you delete my number? that would be a bummer. i was hoping to catch you brfore passing out, always liked how my name sounded on your tongue. anyway, this went straight to voicemail. it's alright. i'm alright—[beep]

wonwoo: are you okay? i never really knew with you. brought you flowers and left them at your doorstep when i know you needed me, but i couldn't give them to you myself. i should have come in. i should've held your heart in my hands and counted stars with you till we both fell asleep on the fading blue mattress in your balcony. did it rain that night? i remember wondering about the flowers, if you left them there or if they sat safely upon the table top, in that glass vase you bought at the local market. i think i left my heart at the doorstep next to those flowers–[beep]

woozi: hey, you. um, so..i finally got it down. 영원한 사랑이 있다면, 그건 당신이겠죠*. the post chorus was seeming too empty and now i've got it. took a bottle, or two, but hey, we're here. i don't know how i'll feel about this in the morning but i think i'm done with the songs now. i couldn't wait to show you ... hear what you think of them, that's why i'm calling. it's funny, thinking of the time when i hesitated to display even my finished works. haven't i come a long way? i know i always had help along the way but something's changed recently. they haven't listened to this one yet, and..i still have a feeling they will like it. i think it's you who did this to me. no wait, that sounds menacing. i've yet to come up with a title. i promise i will let you listen to this one before it comes out.

i wrote it to you.

*(if there's an eternal love, then you're that person)

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l0verboyxoxo1111 · 1 month

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Enchanted by you

“Demise the passion before it kill you”

Pairing Vox X gn reader X Alastor

Warning smut, long fanfiction, mention of Valentino

Vox pov:

“I think this was the first time I have ever looked at him after we broke our contact, I know he never looked at anyone or ever picked anyone from all over hell to be his own. women were climbing over him from every direction but he never looked at them nor at the men. so who are you? Y/n? And how did you get his attention?

A first look at you without just from hearing the rumors about how gorgeous you are made me realize, what he saw in you. you are spectacular. Not only in terms of the beauty of the speech, hearing your podcast and the creepy singing that you used to deliver on my podcasting app was bursting with fans.

Everything about it was old, but so innovative. but despite everything, I still didn't understand why he chose you? What is still so special about you beyond these things? Alastor is not protecting you, no. Although, of course you didn't need protection. As a strong overlord as yourself.. so strong that rumors has it that you managed to outwit every overlord that crossed your path, impressive. But of course the rumours of your closeness to Alastor also put everyone else off. I took my hands off the screens in my room whose following your steps and, him. I'm getting too obsessed and all this just for Alastor? Couldn’t be,

I groaned from lack of sleep. I have decided it was time to give myself a break and to go away from everything who messed up with my mind at this moment, I got out of the room, seeing Valentino looking at me "Carñio~” he chuckled at me “again locking yourself up in the room and masturbating from anger, when you have the real thing here?~" I looked at him with a despairing look "not the right time Val." He rolled his eyes "as if you have any proper time at all." He lit his Joint. bypassing the smell of smoke all over me "Anyway” he took a puff as he rolled his eyes, “remember you have to present the Vox Tech idea to Carmelia at the club today." He lit the Joint who was starting to lit off.

Fuck fuck fuck. I forgot about it, I was so busy spying on him and his new toy thing, that I didn't remember what my plans were, and I have so much to go through- if I want Carmilla to cooperate with me,

Val and Vel don't know about this little obsession of mine with Alastor and his little mate, at least not for now. I started giggling in despair.. but I'll make it all right, whether it's my crappy hours of sleep between stalking you and trying not to fall behind on my work And fucking work on the materials I need.

I started to get ready, sometimes, if I have to be honest, I hated Valentino's club. everything was so loud and desperate.. with horny demons who hadn't had time to fuck in the last ten hours. That they get an erection of seeing other demons full of HIV shaking their asses

I glanced at Angle Dust who had passed in front of Valentino, Valentino keeping him as a toy for a sudden thrill while I'm on my business away from him. I looked back, and saw Valentino pulling Angle from the collar on his throat, pulling him to his crotch. and sitting him there, against his will.

I rolled my eyes and went towards the bar taking a glass of whiskey, waiting for Carmilla to arrive I sat down on one of the couches near me Carmilla arrived equipped with her dominant behavior, I smiled broadly at her reaching out "Vox" she barely smiled "Carmilla!" It's good to see you" she shook her head "A bit of a strange place to do business isn't it?" She looked sharply at me I grinned "We have an office one floor down, if you'd like a more private place to chat in." She looked to the side examining the place

"We can go over there but soon, I heard that this friend of Alastor's is supposed to appear here today right?" My eyes opened in shock, "What?" She chuckled "You of all people don't know that Alastor has a partner? I expected you to be the first to know, of course it wouldn't have seemed understandable at all that he was dating someone, but it's probably for some sort of exploitation assignment, who knows?” My breathes got heavier, what does that mean? What does all of that mean? Why are YOU coming here? To one of MY places without my knowledge? I wasn’t ready.

I didn’t even knew why- suddenly out of the smoke who filled the entire club I’ve seen a figure. your presence was warping me and choking me at the same time, when the view got brighter I could have seen you more clearly long bunny ears and eyes with an e/c who was pierced though my own eyes, I thought only my world stopped for a second while I looked at you, but that was an ugly lie. Everyone stopped what they have done to stare at you.

Everyone glancing some fearing you some looking in a seductive way at you, some are just appreciating you. And more and more. Even Carmilla has looked at you clearing her throat, I moved my look from you, looking to the side seeing Val getting up, what was he doing for satans sake? My breath got shorter and heavier and i couldn’t even think why? Maybe because it was the first time to see you not though my screen maybe the realization that hit me understanding you are here without Alastor.

And so many other things. Valentino got closer to you saying things I couldn’t ear, I wanted to get closer to check who you are, but like others who were at the club I feared for some reason, did Val knew you? How was he not afraid to get talking with you? Haven’t no one told him you were one of the most strongest overlords?

I shook myself from my overthinking, trying to focus about what Valentino was saying to you. Within seconds you shook his hand, smiling slightly. He got away from you, as I looked at Carmilla who was hypnotized by looking at you, you never went to the overlords meetings, others said you were to busy for that others made other conspiracies, I smiled slightly at Cramilla as I excused myself so before we will continue to talk, I will grab myself another drink,

of course I haven’t planned to only get a drink, once I got up I ran up to Val who was seating following your moves with his eyes, he moved his head to me “Oh Mami have you finished already with Carmilla?” He looked pleased I tagged him by the fur on his neck “WHAT” I breathed harshly “is. Y/n.. doing. in our club?!” He pushed my hands of his furr “Linda Y/n came here to present their new song~” he lit a cigarette as he took a long puff I felt myself almost screaming from the lack of knowledge I was having, he kept talking,

“Anywho , I offered it. I don’t know why are you so pissy- having this bebé~ showing in here tonight is the biggest highlight that have ever happened to this club!” I started to clam myself, maybe you weren’t here to terrorize what i have built. maybe you were only here to show your new song as Val says? Why am I so.. worried? I shook my head of course I would be! You are Alastor’s partner! I can’t think your intentions are good.

I looked at Carmilla who looked around she seemed to get tired with each second who passed by from waiting to me, I can’t stay with stupid Val here. Not for much long, if I want to lose a deal. “Val I swear to god if you ever do shit like that again without letting me know I’m gonna-“ Val rolled his eyes “get back here when you are clam and ready to suck me off Cariño” he chuckled and waved bye to me had he headed back to Angle. I went back to Carmilla “sorry it took me so long, Valentino did some shit I had to fix, anyway sorry for the interruption where were we at?”

We kept our conversation on as I presented her Vox tech telling her more about the new features, I was so focused as suddenly a loud letter and a sound of a microphone was all around us.

The entire club was silent focused on you singing heads turned around as if it was the most interesting thing that have happened I looked at you standing on the stage with a beautiful f/c outfit who made you look like the prettiest demon I have ever seen. My breath stopped for a second as the sound of your voice left your mouth, shivers went down my spine your voice was even more charming in love it drew everyone at the club, hypnotic and beautiful. I couldn’t stop listening to your words

“enchanted by you, everything blurry it’s so cruel”

I followed your lips feeling myself getting lost in them

“how I can mange staying up on both of my legs when you getting away”

the song and the beats mixed with my heart beats the chorus kicked in and took my very last breath.

“Can you hear me screaming please don’t leave me? Can you feel me when I’m all over your dreams?”

Within a minutes or two going on the song ended and your presence has disappeared with the shadows and smoke who covered the stage from before, and I felt empty needing to get more of you.”

A/n hey! I hope you like the first chapter, let me know if you would like another chapter! Thank you for reading it! Sorry if there’s typos :)🫶🏻

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sunny44 · 1 year

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He’s not my boyfriend

Pairing: Mason Mount x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none I guess.

Summary: You and Mason have known each other for a while and have had your romantic moments together but you have never let that get in the way of your friendship, that is until one Sunday when you went to lunch at his parents' house and in a joke you ended up realizing the feelings that you have for each other.

Mason and I met because of Sophia, Kai's girlfriend, her and I met at a coffee shop a few years ago and became friends after that, and I think a few months later she invited me to a club where the boys were going to celebrate Chelsea's victory against some other team that I don't remember the name.

And so that's where me and Mase met, in the beginning when we were introduced we didn't talk much but when me and Sophia went dancing, someone on the dance floor bumped into me and I tripped and twisted my ankle and that's when he and the boys came running to see if I was ok, they tried to convince me to leave but I didn't want to get in the way of their celebration so I said I would sit in the VIP area where we were and that's when he offered to stay there with me.

It was then that we started talking that night and that is when our friendship began, I admit that we had our moments of weakness where we were certainly not just friends at that time but we never let it get in the way of our friendship.

It was now Sunday and we were going to his parents' house for lunch, Mason said that they wanted to make sure that I was going and I’m actually a little nervous about the fact that it would be the first time that I would meet his niece.

And I know how much she loves him and that he loves her too and I really want her to like me or it would be really bad if she didn't.

I was just finishing putting on my sneakers when I heard someone knocking on the door, I stood up and when I opened it I saw Mason with his typical silly smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"I brought them for you." He held out a bouquet of lilies, which were my favorite flowers.

"Awn, thanks Mase, they're beautiful." I took them in my hand and smelled them. "Come on in. I'll put them in a vase."

"You look nervous." He says closing the apartment door.

"That's because I am." I turn off the water and place the bouquet into the vase.

"And why is that? You already know my parents."

"But not your niece and I know how important your relationship is to you and I don't want her to dislike me."

"She'll love you, don't worry."

We left next before we were late and the whole way I was nervous and it only got worse when he parked in front of his parents' house. The trip from London to Portsmouth was an hour and 25 minutes so we had to leave early.

We got out of the car and Mason had to take my hand and lead me to the door because otherwise I would be standing by the car by now.

"It's going to be okay." He says in my ear before he opens the door and we walk in. "We're here."

"Uncle Macey." I heard a childish voice and she came running up to him.

She was the cutest little thing of all, she was wearing a Chelsea jersey with his number and Mount in the back and in a blue skirt with lights.

"Hi my love." He bends down to her height letting go of my hand and hugging her. "How are you?"

"Good, did you know I'm going to get a little brother or sister?"

"I know so, are you excited?"

"Yes." She answers excitedly and looks at me. "Hi."

"Hi." I smile lowering myself to her height. "I'm y/n."

"I'm Summer."

"I know, your Uncle Masey talks about you a lot."

"Are you his girlfriend?"

"We're friends."

"Your hair is beautiful." She says running her hand through the blue locks in the middle of the brown ones.

"Yours too, I love your pig tails." She smiles and hugs me.

"Do you think my mom will let me have hair like yours?"

"Here’s the thing, I have some colorful locks of hair at my house, you ask your mom if she'll let you go there and your Uncle Macey will take you there sometime okay?"

"Alright, I'll ask her." She rushes off and I stand up.

"She's a sweetheart." I turn to him, who smiles. "you’re doing it again.

"Doing what?"

"Looking at me with that silly smile."

"Oh, sorry I..."

"No need to apologize, I like it." He smiles and takes my hand leading me to where his family was.

After lunch and helping with the dishes, Summer patted my leg and I bent down to hear what she wanted.

"Do you want to play with me?"

"Sure." She smiles and takes my hand, pulling me into the living room.

We sit on the floor on a fluffy rug that was there, she brought a male and a female doll and I got the female doll.

"Do they have names?"

"This one here is Mason and that one there could be you." She says innocently. "Then you could be Uncle Macey's girlfriend."

She looked at me with those big, bright eyes and I couldn't tell her it couldn't be that way, and so we started joking around and I admit it was funny when she made Mason and I kiss.

"What are my favorite girls doing?" He asks coming over to us and sitting down next to me.

"We're playing dolls, that's you and that's Auntie y/n." She says distractedly. "You are her boyfriend here."

"Am I?" He says looking at me with a teasing look. "Let’s hope that in real life se will be too."

I looked at him surprise and Mason just gave that silly smile again that makes me fall in love with him every time he does it.

[...]

Summer was extremely upset when it was time for us to leave, but Mason arranged with his sister for him to bring her to my house next Sunday so that the three of us could spend the day together.

The way to my apartment was silent on our part, with only the music in the background.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" I asked unbuckling my seat belt.

"Are you sure? We've already spent the day together."

"Oh okay." I said gracelessly and got out of the car.

"Sorry I didn't mean to sound like I didn't want to be with you, because I do, I just didn't want you to feel obligated to take me in after we spent the day together." He explains himself quickly.

"Mase, if I didn't want you here I wouldn't have invited you. I like being with you."

"Fine, we can cook together." I smiled at him and we took the elevator to my apartment.

"What I said there was true." I looked at him. "About you being my girlfriend."

"What about it?"

"I like you, I've liked you since the first time I saw you and when I had the opportunity to get to know you better I fell even more in love. You are kind and caring and I love everything about you.

"Mase..."

"And I know I may be ruining our friendship by admitting this but I can no longer hide that I..."

As he kept talking I kissed him, I held his face with my hands and kissed him, he was surprised but soon kissed me back.

We had kissed before but this time it was different, this time we were allowing our romantic feelings to show up in the kids.

"I'm in love with you too Mase and I would love to be your girlfriend."

"That's great because I really wanted you to be my girlfriend."

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ghostflowerhotpotch · 9 months

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So I'll just tell myself all of the things I can't say to you yet (Fic)

Third Chapter here!

Pairing: Ghostflower (Miles x Gwen.)

Chapter: 4/4.

Summary: The plan was easy, get her dad out of the apartment, and made sure Miles didn't see her embarrassing song lyrics about him, nor the rest of things she keeps from him; how wrong could this go?

(What she didn't think, is that sometimes things can go wrong in the best way possible.)

Gwen was mad at herself for still not being able to find a way to get her dad out of the house.

Funnily enough, is not something she ever really had to worry about before the "incident" happened. Despite trying to keep an entire identity a secret, she never had trouble ensuring to do it when her dad wasn't looking or needing to be too careful when coming home; since he was a police officer he did a lot of night shifts, all of them becoming more prominent when he became a Captain.

Is funny how she remembers being bitter about it when she was younger, resenting the number of times her dad called May to look after her when he needed to leave out of nowhere because of work. She becoming grateful about it when she became spider-woman was a surprise, and most of all to miss it now.

"It doesn't help needing to hide a friend was something I definitely never had to deal with," She thought bitterly, as her dad inspected the door she stupidly had tried to use as an excuse.

Her first idea has been to ask if he was going anywhere or if he needed to buy anything; with his new job as a coach he has started to look at places and prices to see what he could ask the university to get and what could be better than what they have; this has somehow reminded him that Gwen asked about getting oil because her squeaking door.

As he inspected the door, Gwen decided to hope he was busy enough to realize Gwen was looking around clearly trying to find something.

That wasn't exactly distressing; knowing how Hobie's watches worked she knew he didn't hop to another dimension because the spectacle those do would have to show up even with a wall in between. The guy was also able to become invisible, though she wasn't sure if he was going to do that with the wounds he had, she hoped he didn't. The possibility of him jumping out of the window is always high with any spidey-person in general.

But she didn't hear the window, which she should have even if she was focused on her dad. Her Spider-sense also was telling her there was a spider-person close, even if it couldn't indicate exactly where; so he wasn't far. There was only one door in her room too, the place wasn't also insanely big; the space below her bed was so small only a cat could get down there, so really the only other place she could think of-

"No," Her eyes fly to the closet, feeling her heart stops as she considers the possibility, "Please tell me he isn't there."

Because she didn't think of him opening the damn closet, she didn't try to cover or hide anything, just left it on the floor of the closet. There is no way he wouldn't see it, goddammit considering they both have excellent night vision for all she knows she may be reading some of her half-made lyrics.

Walking slowly, keeping in mind her dad was still looking at the hinges (he liked to act like he knew what he was doing even with things he had no clue of,) until she was finally in front of the closet. Trying to be casual, she gave one tap to the door,

Ruffled sounds came from the closet, as if someone was fighting her jackets and, pages? (Oh no,) the doors opened a little, as the furniture itself was startled. She thought she saw something fly from the closet as if its contents were trying to go away, and she put her hands to close it shut without a second thought (too much time hiding secrets give you those habits.)

"Gwen?"

She turns to her dad, who has stopped mumbling to himself about AW-04 or something else, and was looking at her mildly concerned and confused.

Trying to play dumb, she said "Oh, I may need to organize my closet better?" She tries to say, probably sounding less convincing than she could.

Because freaking Miles was in her closet, probably looking at her embarrassing crush shit!

Saying Gwen was screaming inside would be an understatement, and yet below the gaze of her father, she just smiles awkwardly and tries to pretend she is not about to lose it.

As she was trying to process that, she didn't look too much into what has escaped from it; yet the fact seemed to have caught the attention of her father. As he walked towards her, she casually positions herself between the closet and him, hoping he wouldn't look there.

Just when Gwen realizes her dad was concentrating on what fell on the floor, the man is kneeling to pick up the first picture of her and Miles, the same one she treasured for months before having new ones.

Her dad arches an eyebrow as he gets up with the Polaroid in hand, and says "You know? With how much you treasure this thing, I would think you would put more effort into safekeeping in a better place."

"Oh this has to be a joke," She thought to herself, imagining what Miles would think if he had the chance to see this pic and realize what her dad means, and the answer was probably more likely than she wanted it to be.

"Treasure seems kind of a strong word, don't you think?" She replied, awkwardly laughing.

Yes, she knows she is doomed, she has a notebook full of his name with way too corny lyrics, pictures, and a plushie; she couldn't look more desperate than that. Miles already had seen enough, he didn't need to hear about how much that photo meant to her.

Sadly, the universe seemed to hate her because her dad refused to accept the dismissal.

"Are you serious?" He says baffled, the rumble of his laughter in the back of his voice "Gwen, you disappeared for months, and the only reason you set foot on this place, aside from not having a way out of this dimension; was to get this picture. You literally ignored my presence, took the Polaroid, and try to leave before I could wake up. If of everything out of this house, this was your primary concern, doesn't that have to mean something?"

"Wow dad, I could almost be impressed you caught all of this, in any other moment EXCEPT THIS." She thought to herself, wanting nothing more than to take a pillow and scream.

The notebook wasn't enough, the pictures weren't enough, and the plushie wasn't enough. No, her dad needed to give a discourse about how much of a goner she was.

Was this how Miles felt when she was in front of his parents? Somehow, she felt she had it worse because at least his mom didn't mention him being so corny as to keep a picture around almost like a charm.

As her dad give her the polaroid (with her keeping it close to her chest as a reflex; honestly most of the time she was very mindful with the photo.) He moved away quickly enough, as she let her head fall down defeated and tired.

"Mmm, I'm kind of hungry, what do you think of getting chinese?"

"NOW is that you find an excuse to leave?" Gwen thought exasperated.

Taking a deep breath to remember she would rather not let her dad see her crush hiding in the closet with probably just half of his clothes; Gwen keeps her composure enough to say "Sure! Sounds good, Do you think you could go and order there directly? You know, less time for the food to get colder."

Knowing exactly what place her dad would go, since they have menus of some of their favourite take-out places; she tried to think of something that could take some extra time since she still wasn't sure if Miles was feeling okay enough to go to his dimension yet, or perhaps crash someone's else.

She may or may not have been reading it from beginning to end just to avoid needing to talk to Miles about, this, but who could say?

Once she decided on her food (with a comment from her dad for taking too long,) she stood at the entrance of the apartment as her dad closed the door behind him, and just on cue, she overheard her closet being opened.

Letting her head go against the door, she thought "Ground swallow me up."

As her indeed, annoying bedroom door squeaked open, she heard Miles say "For the record, my middle name is Gonzalo."

"Great, he read at least one of the songs, wonderful."

As she turned around, she saw Miles leaning on the door frame on his side; he had the notebook in his hands, and he smirked mischievously at her; despite still missing his top and having scratches and bandages.

Sighing, she decides she should get over it, "Look, I know this looks bad-"

"Bad?" He says, a bit shocked, the corners of his lips still up as he moves away from the door and walks to her "Hey, I can't say much, you saw all of those drawings I did-"

"That's different." She scoffed, crossing her arms as she looked to the side.

"Yeah? Why is that?"

"At least you are over me now," She said, sounding more bitter than she would have liked to be.

It was dumb- this was her fault, she pushed him away, and she was the one who lied to him to the point he needed to he ask for space. She couldn't seriously get worked up about this.

"Beg your pardon?"

Okay, Gwen didn't really want to look Miles, not wanting to make things worse for herself. However the tone of voice he used caught her attention.

When she looked back at him, just a few feet away from her with the notebook closed; he was looking at her like he needed to make sure his ears were actually working.

Blinking, she bites the bullet "You asked me to give you a few months to be away so you could, process everything? And then I was just one of the spidey-gang to you? What I am missing here?"

Almost in slow-motion, his eyes opened wildly, before running a hand through his hair "So Margo and Hobie weren't exaggerating with me acting differently- I know I was able to tone it down a lot but I didn't think I was playing it off that well."

"Playing it off- Wait, so you mean-"

"I have feelings for you?" The words came almost like a laugh out of Miles, shaking his head "Sorry, is just- after acting like a lovesick puppy around you, and what you told me when we saw each other again, and the after; I thought it would have better to try to move on, not that I ever did. My love for you never went away."

My love for you never went away.

Something about those words made her heart flutter in excitement; she wanted to bask in that feeling, to think of what those words meant.

But she was good at keeping track of the unspoken things in a conversation, as well as keeping an eye on things that would make her miserable.

"Wait, what did I say to you?"

"The bit with Gwen and Spider-man not working out? I thought you well, preferred not to risk it; that was the last time we hinted at the topic."

As the memory of her time in the organization, her old loyalties, and what she did, she felt as if a bucket of cold water dropped on top of her, drowning the previous happiness she was feeling moments ago. With her mouth suddenly feeling dry, she didn't think of a response before Miles was talking again.

"I didn't think you would feel like this- Well, or friends try to tell me about it, if only to push me to move things forward; I thought you just wanted to be friends."

"How could you think that, as if I'm not constantly doing dumb shit because of the exact opposite?" She thought to herself.

Except, she knew exactly why.

Feeling more bitter by the second, she let out a laugh, as her hands formed into first. She was doing it again.

She was doing it all fucking again, wasn't it?

"Gwen?"

"Is just stupid," She says angrily, not bothering to clarify if it was the situation, or her; truth being told, it was both. "I told you that, because I thought it was part of one of the canon events."

"Oh."

"Yeah, those;" She agreed; one of the things they ended up doing while trying to sort the mess after the HQ fiasco, was to realize that canon events weren't really a thing. It was a bunch of complicated crap that she couldn't dwell on right now, but she couldn't believe she had fallen for it too; and had stood aside when Miles has needed her. "But honestly? I mean, I am almost not surprised that I'm doing it again."

"Wait, do what?"

Gwen didn't face Miles, she couldn't take it; not when she was this angry, not when she felt the tears try to build in her eyes as she felt the impulse to throw something. "What I always do, mess things up!

"Miles, hear yourself out," She said, sounding almost maniacally out of the sheer desperation she was feeling "You thought this, for a stupid comment I said. You forced yourself to act differently around me because you thought I was feeling uncomfortable.

"And now look at this!" Turning around, she pointed at the door where her dad had left "I needed to hide you out, I was trying to find an excuse for my dad to leave; because somehow I couldn't find a way of saying 'Hey dad! My friend got injured on a mission! Do you mind if I help patch him up?' No, I try to make a circus because I didn't want him or you to know about this.

"And that's just the tip of the iceberg, that isn't even talking about the messed up things I did! Do you want to know, how many nights I was awake for months, thinking if I had perhaps, just perhaps told my dad about my identity at the right moment, could I have talked about it with him accepting me, instead of him trying to point a gun at me because I waited to the last possible second?

"Want to know what happened to Peter, to my best friend?" Her voice broke at his name, because her heart knew when she meant B and when she meant him, "He tried to become the lizard trying to be like me Miles, because I prioritized being Spider-woman instead of a good friend; and want to know the worst part of it?" She let the words linger, if it was for Miles benefit, or her own cowardice, well, who was to say? "He knew it was me, he said my name, and he tried to take my mask off, to tell me everything was going to be okay."

Gwen hated the feeling of hot tears coming down her cheeks, how she didn't want to try to open her eyes knowing she would just cry so much she would not see straight. The words continue coming out without her permission, the desperate cry she tried to keep hidden for so long was finally coming out, and would do it regardless if she wanted or not.

"I didn't let him," she admitted, ashamed "When he said my name, I try to play dumb, I took his hand away from my mask. My best friend was dying in front of me, and to the last bitter end, I try to keep him at bay, to keep him away from my secret identity. And the last time I saw him alive I was using a mask that only let me see so much, and he couldn't see my face as he wanted. I denied my best friend his dying wish."

It was so fucked up, she was just so messed up.

"I just, keep doing this," She shakes her head, not believing to which degree she would go with this "I didn't say anything to you, to the point I was driving you away. I pretended I could keep my feelings at bay by writing half-baked songs and keeping anything that reminded me of you; but all I did was to do more stupid things trying to hide it. It doesn't matter how many times this keeps happening, I just don't seem to learn my lesson.

"Is not fair," She says as if it doesn't sound childish, the pleas of a girl who is acting as if the reason for her suffering wasn't her own fault, "Is not fair to my dad that even when he is trying, I can't seem to want to bridge the gap. It wasn't fair to Peter that I pushed him away until the bitter end. And is not fair that you need to try to bend backwards, all because I can't seem to open up, because I prefer to write notes rather than tell you to your face that I love you!"

"I'm not-" She couldn't finish the sentence, before more tears came out of her, as she finally couldn't hold it anymore.

God, why she was like this? She just, couldn't.

It didn't matter if it was her dad, her best friend, or her crush- it all happened the same way. She would get afraid, keep something she shouldn't keep, and it would explode in her face. It didn't even need to be someone close to her, what did she do before? Lying to Jessica about the mission so she could go to Earth-1610? Try to keep her whereabouts away from Miguel?

Gwen could be spiderwoman, but there was one part of her she hated with all her being, the one she couldn't seem to shake. Because deep down, she knew she was a coward.

And she didn't deserve the people in her life.

She didn't deserve a father who as flawed as he was, was trying to do the right for her as she keep lies on top of lies. Her friends didn't deserve someone who keep everyone at bay, to the point she tend to pout her feelings more on lyrics than actually speaking about it.

And Miles deserved better than a girl who could only say I love you after admitting it would be better for everyone in her life to leave her. Yet all she could do now was this, cry pathetically after everything she had tried to keep down has refused to disappear.

It was truly a shame how Gwen view herself, as Miles was seeing this in a completely different light.

The smile has been wiped from his face, as he had put the notebook on the table; he felt his own mouth go dry as he watched the girl he loved sobbing for the weight of her own guilt.

Miles knew she was reserved; heck, Margo and Hobie had commented on it, being the reason why they had told him to be the one to do the first step. They didn't think Gwen would try it.

But he doubted they understood to which degree this has affected her.

"Is not fair," He has agreed with her on something, and that it wasn't fair to her. It wasn't fair to carry all of this on your shoulders, to keep quiet about so much. Looking at Gwen, he couldn't help but feel his own heart break "She looks so small."

Gwen was someone he has always admired; from her fighting skills to her quick thinking, she has seemed like the most put-together on their original rag-tag team of Spideys when all of this started for him. Despite being his age, she stood her ground, has been able to hide and adapt better than Peter B and the others; and seemed always in control.

Right now she was hunching, her body facing the side as she herself was ashamed of her feelings and was trying to hide it from Miles, her hands covering her face. She wasn't the badass girl that has hastily told him he didn't get to like his haircut. She was so much more than that.

He wouldn't call her weak, definitely not for this; not for being human. But it reminded him that below the calm, collected mask, was a real person underneath.

As she cried her heart out, she seemed like a normal girl, a stressed-out teenage girl. Because at the end of the day, everyone has their breaking points; Miles just wished he could have been able to do something about it before.

"I may not be able to do something before, but I can for now," thought to himself, as he walked up to her.

While he tenderly touched her shoulder, she went rigid; as if she hasn't expected or heard him come; spiders tended to be that silent.

"Hey," He greeted softly, even if Gwen still had her face covered. Gently, his hand hovered on top of one of hers, fingertips touching softly so as to not impose "Can I?"

Can I see your face? Can I wipe your tears? Can I be the one you lend on?

He wasn't sure what to ask, letting the question open for all the things he wanted to say, to do for her; it was about time that he did so without fear.

She seemed frozen, yet slowly, she moved her hands away. Her eyes were red and puffy, her button nose was also a tone pink he couldn't help but think it was cute, traces of tears were on her cheeks, and more were building on her eyes; however she was still quiet, as if she was containing herself.

He didn't want her to do that ever again.

"Is okay," He told her kindly, as his hand fell on her cheek, cleaning the tears; all moving slowly, giving her the chance to reject it or move away if she needed; she didn't. "Is okay if you are still sad too."

"What are you doing?" She said instead, obtuse.

"Being here for you," He answered without missing a beat, casually wiping away the tears from her other eye, while his other hand still rested on her cheek, "As I wanted to do for a long time."

"Is my-"

"No," he refutes still, not letting her finish the sentence "It doesn't matter anymore."

"It doesn't- Miles, look at this, look at yourself, it keeps happening, I keep doing this." She said with bile, as if she couldn't stand herself at this moment; her gaze going to the side as if even while so close she refused to see him out of anger, "None of you deserve this, I don't deserve-"

"No," he repeats again, adamant.

Scoffing, Gwen says "Miles, cutting me off doesn't change reality."

"It does because it isn't real," he affirms confidently, or perhaps stubbornly; "Not for me, I refuse to accept it."

"You cannot do that."

"You were about to say you don't deserve me?" He pointed out, with her going quiet "To say you don't deserve your dad, or Peter, or the gang? It doesn't matter."

"How can you say that?"

"Because none of us were ever here because we thought we 'deserved' you," He told her straight to the point, his voice firm, before dropping softly "Is because we love you."

She went quiet, looking at the ground but not fighting him anymore.

"Gwen, I don't know who forgot to tell you this, but we aren't here for you because we think we deserve someone like you in our life, we do it because we like being around you, for who you are." He said as he moved a strand of hair away, seeing his face better as she was lifting her head and finally, looking at him. Despite everything, her eyes looked so fearful.

"Even as she looks like she wants to fall apart, she is so beautiful," He thought to herself.

Even with her eyes swollen, looking like she wanted to shut down; she was the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. From her piercings to the watercolor eyes and her tooth gap, he had always remembered to draw (he didn't want an idealized version of her, he wanted to draw her as she was.) As long as it was her, it didn't matter the situation, she would shine.

This wasn't the time to dwell on that, but he would remember to tell her that later, and probably again. He didn't want to keep things hidden anymore, especially not when this mess has partially happened because he also didn't try to talk things over. He also had experience in messing up that way.

"You aren't the only one who has kept secrets they shouldn't," Miles said somberly, gathering Gwen's attention as her eyes opened slightly in confusion and surprise. Is funny, considering she knew about this; "You remember that I lost my uncle, right? Holding his hand in his last moments; and I couldn't talk to anyone about it."

"Miles that wasn't your fault."

"It wasn't," He accepted, and has done for a while. It took him time to realize that; he hopes Gwen realizes that in her own situation too eventually; "How do you think, my dad felt when he realized I kept his lasts words to myself for over a year?"

Gwen stood there in surprise, while Miles himself let that sink as he felt the bitter taste in his mouth at the thought. He still remembers his father's melancholic face, as he took in what his brother said, the grief he still had about the subject, as well as the pain that Miles deprived him of this information for this long.

Miles knew his parents understood that he has been afraid, in all honesty, part of him wished they could have been harsher at him; he would take his dad's anger any day of the week over the disappointment and betrayal those news has been for him. But they were working on it, they were doing their better to talk and understand each other better, even if it wasn't always easy.

He was thankful to them for teaching him that, now more than ever as he consoled Gwen.

"I messed up," He admitted, freely, as he looked into her eyes "In more ways than one, and that wasn't the only time. It happens."

"But I keep doing it-"

"Then try again," He said immediately, softly and without judgment.

Which was all he found in Gwen's gaze as she said "Why? Why would you trust me with that? What makes you think I would not do this again?"

He wouldn't, not that it was the point, he trusted her that much. But there was something about this conversation that brought into mind something Margo mentioned; how Gwen's feelings for him couldn't have been a secret for what she did. Now that he knows how she feels about him, that day feels like it has gained an entirely new meaning.

Yet there was still something he needed to know.

"What you were supposed to do, when we saw each other again?"

"What?"

"That day, when the Spot ended up opening another hole in the multiverse- What were you supposed to do that day in my dimension?"

Looking at him completely at loss, she says "Miles what has this to do with anything?"

"I will tell you once you answer me."

Scoffing, she rolls her eyes before whispering to herself 'fuck it, what difference does make it now.' Taking a deep breath, she says "Spot ended up traveling to a bunch of dimensions on a dime, almost by accident; we caught a whiff of what was going on when he was back in Earth 1610. The original plan was only to monitor him, since he was back in his own dimension; my mission was to watch over him and made sure he couldn't do his hole trick again."

"And, you weren't supposed to see me at all."

Shaking her head, she says "Miguel didn't want to involve you at all, he even had his reservations about me because, you know," She gestured to both of them- wait does that mean Miguel somehow put two and two together about them before Miles even registered it? "Jess was the one who gave me the mission, she trusted me more than Miguel did. But she didn't want to involve you either, if it was for her I would have been hidden below that bridge the entire time until I needed to interfere."

But that was not what she did, she opened the portal to his room; before even realizing it was his room. She was given a mission to keep the lunatic scientist from traveling to other dimensions as he pleased (though none of them realized how dangerous he could be back then,) and what she did was to get to him as soon as she was able and hug him.

As a grin started to appear on his face, Gwen scoffed "Yeah yeah, you can laugh; it was dumb."

"No- I mean, I don't think so;" Could prioritizing seeing someone you had missed over the safety of the multiverse be called dumb? Maybe, would have Miles done things differently had he been in Gwen's shoes? Not in a million years. "I'm just, happy to hear that."

"What, letting a nutjob get away by being too desperate?"

"If it helps, I would have done the same for you in a heartbeat." He says earnestly, still cradling her face as the tears finally started to disappear; even if it was because the topic was less upsetting for her. As he saw her annoyance leave her face, he said "But don't you get it? You were doing it already."

"Doing what?"

"Showing how you feel."

"..."

"Think about it," He says with a smile, remembering that day "You came to see me, and hug me before I even had the chance to register you were here. You spend as much time as you could with me until the watch told you something happened. And then when we saw Margo well, looking back you weren't subtle."

Clicking her tongue, she quickly replies "Okay, at least half the reason for that was Peni-"

"What?"

As if she realized she had said too much, she moves her hand dismissively, "Nevermind."

He probably wouldn't, this reminded him of some things Hobie was talking about before- maybe he should talk to Margo later, if only to find a way to return the favor.

"My point is, all of that was there," He reminds her, going back on topic, "When we were seating in the Tower, I thought you didn't want to be more because of what you say, and somehow didn't think of all the other little things you were doing. Even if you say you have a problem talking things out, you always find a way to show it, right?"

Her lips formed a tight line, unconvinced, and replies "That's not good enough."

"I mean, you can do this," With his hand that is not on her cheek, he takes her own, giving it a tender squeeze, "You just did it, too; you told me what was wrong."

"I didn't have much of a choice."

"You could just say you didn't want to talk about it," he shrugs nonchalantly "You certainly didn't need to tell me about how you feel about your dad, or Peter; but you still did, you are still trusting me that much."

Gwen seemed to want to find a rebuttal, but any words died in her throat, and Miles didn't give her much of a chance before saying.

"Is okay, if is still tough, if you have trouble opening up, all this means is that you just need to continue trying, and we need to remind you that we are here for you, one way or another."

Even after all of this back and forth, it seemed like there was something holding her back, almost like even with Miles telling her it was okay, she couldn't let herself believe it. Without more arguments, she asks a softly, defeated "Why?" She whispers to him "Why after all I told you, after all I did, you still want to be here?"

That has to be the easiest question he has answered all night.

"Because I love you."

He had implied that much before, but hadn't said it yet, funnily enough Gwen technically beat him to the punch earlier in the middle of her rant. If they could talk things out, make this right- he hoped he could get to say it a lot more.

"When I was hiding before, I was thinking about that; how long I had feelings for you, but rather than these feelings changing because of the distance and what happened between us, I realized I just found new ways to love you. To realize there is a lot more than the badass hero I met initially, to love being around you regardless if we are on the suit or not. I saw your lyrics, the pictures, and the plushie, and not even once I thought I was mad at you for keeping this away from me, I was just so happy.

"You used to do ballet, until you needed to leave because Spider-people don't have a good track record with being on time or being there when needed. You had been hitting things with your hands for so long your dad decided to get you a drum set. The first time I saw you fight, you were so swift and well pulled together it made me wish I could train you if only to hope to get half the ability you have.

"You have a tendency to gravitate around people, hitting a shoulder, leaning on someone, hugs- sometimes I think you try to hold those impulses more than you let on" To that comment she suddenly looked to the side, oh he was going to remember that for later, "You remember little things, like how I like to draw, or the name of my parents; even if I don't think I told them their names more than once.

"You are caring, fierce, and once you know what the right thing is you would fight the world and back for it." He continues his praises to the unbelieved gaze of Gwen, that seemed dumbfounded at the idea that he was saying all of this; as if he didn't think that every time he laid his eyes on her. "You are impulsive, a tad reckless, and hold on too much.

"And I love that, because I love you, with all the caveats and falls;" He explains, moving just a bit closer, wanting her to directly look at him and see in his gaze how much she means to him "I didn't fall for you because I thought I deserved you, I just did. It doesn't matter the pain, the misunderstandings, or whatever spidey shenanigans we end up; I still want this, I want to be with you."

Gwen has never been the most expressive person, trying to keep her feelings to herself out of self-preservation. Yet finally after all of this, she was smiling at him, it was small with the tips of her lips just going a bit up, but this one time he saw her eyes shine at him and didn't think he was making it up.

Getting a step closer, their faces inches away from each other, leaving enough space for her to still say no and take a step back "I want to be there for you when you are angry but you don't want to talk about it, when you are sad and you don't know what to do, I want to take you to dates and I want you to get mad at me if I mess up because I would rather have you talking than you hiding from me. I want to go out with you and get to hear all the things you never talk about, good or bad.

"Can I do that? Can I go out with you? To give us a chance?"

Gwen laughs, the same type of laugh he needed to try to contain earlier. As she giggles her face breaks into the biggest smile he has ever seen on her, she looks at him as if she can't believe it; "I don't know how you keep doing it, but you always find the right thing to say."

He smiles at her, and as he looks at her lips, he looks back at her eyes knowing they are way too close for her to not notice that "So, is that a yes-"

"Please," As he hears the laughter in her voice, she takes a step further and kisses him, throwing herself as she put her arms around his shoulders.

Grabbing her waist as he makes sure they don't fall (and kept to himself a groan as the wounds in his back didn't particularly like holding weight all of the sudden,) it only took him a second before he kissed her back. The faint sting of paint wavered as he felt her warm against him, her lips were soft and he tasted the salt of her own tears and took it away as he reciprocated.

The smell of her shampoo filled him as he felt his chest explode in ecstasy, a long dream becoming true yet nothing could have ever prepared for it. No fantasy or dream could ever come close to the feeling of finally having the woman he loved kissing him, hugging him as if the world was about to end.

Even if Gwen wasn't saying anything, just as always, her feelings shine in her actions. The longing for a kiss they both had wanted for so long, the softness of her touch as she tried to be mindful of his back, the want she felt as after breaking apart to breathe she didn't take more time than she needed before kissing him again, showing all those feelings she wanted to keep at bay.

It was a few minutes before they finally stop, Gwen putting her forehead against his.

"So," He says, a bit hazy, the kissing may have messed up with his brain a bit but he was not complaining, "I guess that's a yes on being my girlfriend?"

Chuckling, he can't help but notice that he likes the sound of her laugh just as much as he likes feeling it as they hug, basking in her happiness like a sunflower following the sun "I will be mad if I wasn't."

"Cool"

"Cool," She repeats at him.

And then, out of nowhere an outside voice says "Cool, can I come in now?"

"DAD?!" Gwen screeches as detangles herself from him so quickly he hastily grabs the wall; yeah just because he pretended to be fine didn't mean he was. "What are you doing!?"

"Well, I was calling the restaurant to tell them the order on my way there, and they said the restaurant was packed and it was going take way longer than what I was expecting. I was going to ask if you wanted something else when I heard screaming and figure you didn't want me to be involved."

Gwen's shoulders drop, letting a tired sigh as she said "How much did you hear?"

"Not much, once I heard you talk about Peter and ah, what happened, I went outside to take a short walk, and now I just came back after hearing a bunch of cools, if there anything you want me to know?"

Miles's attention picked at that; not a 'what's going on' or 'what happened,' but directly asking if there was anything she was okay with sharing. Perhaps he has been aware of this issue more than Gwen gave him credit for.

He saw her tense, probably stressed out about what to do; so taking a couple of steps until he was right beside her, he took her hand and says "Hey, whatever you want to do, I'm here in your corner, okay?"

Gwen seemed surprised, before smiling back at him as she squeezed his hand "Thank you."

This was obviously, going to be a long road. The fears Gwen had were bigger than Miles, something more problematic and difficult than just a nice speech and a few kisses; but he was ready to do it all for her.

Because Spider-man doesn't has a 'The End,' just a 'to be continued', and he wanted to see what a route to her beside him would look like.

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Oh man how the fuck I made this so goddamn long. This was going on for so long that I almost thought of adding another chapter, but no, I'm done; I have other things to work on. A big chunk of this chapter was written after I had seen the barbie movie, writing a good part on it with a lack of sleep and hearing "What I was made for" on loop at 2 am in the morning, and I think it shows. It wasn't written in one go but boy it wasn't without penance. Even if a lot of this was fueled by existentialism and other things that are illegal in other countries, I don't think this fic was ever going to get a happy, fluffy ending without some angst thrown at it. Aside from the fact that if you look at my other works this is the least surprising thing coming from me, this story has been about it even before I decided it wasn't a one-shot anymore. The fact that Gwen would go to absurd lengths to keep things a secret rather than having a mildly awkward conversation is present ever since the second chapter, and as easy as it could have been "We are both idiots how the fuck we put two and two together," that's not how I roll. I would apologize, but nah, this is my story after all, and it wouldn't be mine without someone losing their shit because believe they aren't good enough or something. I think that's all, I need to eat something (is 3:30 but I refused to eat until this was over,) and do other crap. If you like it please leave a comment and kudos! This story wouldn't have passed the first chapter without them.

#ghostflower #gwiles #miles morales #gwen stacy #fanfics #atsv #across the spiderverse

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lesuccube · 6 months

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➚ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐊 𝐃 : ᴀᴜ-ᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ — ꜱᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɴɪᴇ

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — what happens when you take hostage the partner of a person known to be extremely dangerous and extremely violent?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — mild dark trojan [ read at your own risk ! ]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — not beta'd , constructive criticism is welcomed . reblogs and comments are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 0.8k

jake can get unhinged sometimes. there's only one thing that sends him flying and it's danger. when it comes to the other boys, he's quick to act and won't hesitate to kill anyone but you? oh their sweet little girlfriend, for you he will take his time, draw out the deaths of anyone who dares do you wrong.

for you, he'll bask in the afterglow of getting his knuckles bloody for you.

there came a time when moon knight was a danger to those around them, to you. just because harrow was dead and ammit was sealed didn't mean his followers stopped. they were still scattered across the globe, some of them people with power and access to a lot of things, weapons and information alike. and what they got their crummy hands on was you. and nothing sets jake off more than you in harm's way.

with a new resolution to save you, jake swears to rip and break off the hands that dared touch even a single hair on your head.

all he sees is red as he kills and kills anyone that gets in the way of him saving you. marc tried to force him into the backseat but his lust to see them bleed and to rescue you was so strong it's marc that's reeling back from the intensity of it all. steven tried talking some sense to him but it all fell under deaf ears. nothing, and i mean nothing, will get between him as his mission: saving you.

he stabs a man on the side of their neck, using their corpse as a shield from the rain of bullets firing at him before picking up a discarded gun on the ground to fire back. all he felt was an all encompassing, soul consuming rage, the need to save you even stronger as he hears your voice much clearly now, you were close and so was your screams.

it gave him all the more reason to put a hole in the heads of every person he comes across in this base somewhere in guatemala. ammit's worshippers were either crazy or stupid for trying to target khonshu's avatar by getting you. maybe both.

don't they realize how they would have suffered an easier death instead had they not taken you hostage? but this was still mercy for the way he was sending them off to the afterlife in a quick and painless way. the one who he'd savor killing would be the person who had orchestrated your kidnapping.

jake painted the walls and floor red. it stained his clothes and split open the skin of his knuckles but it will be all worth it once you're back and safe in his arms. after that, he'll never let anyone else touch you again. (he'll even lock you up if he has to.)

the only thing standing between him and you was this steel door but that wouldn't be the case for long as he pushes the heavy weight open and sees you, strapped to a chair until your wrists and ankles were raw from the squirming you probably did, blood flowed down the side of your head and your lip was bust open.

no words could ever describe the look on his face. it was simply pure and unadulterated anger as he finds himself already over the other side of the room with his hand wrapped around the neck of your assaulter. there's only searing hot fury in his eyes and body as his fingers tightened their hold around his neck.

he didn't kill him, oh no. not yet. he jake will make sure he meets his maker but for now, he needs to tend to you. freeing you from your restraints and into his embrace as he proceeds to kiss you and every injury on your face. there will be hell to pay. jake will make sure of that.

"are you okay, mi vida? did he do anything else to you? i'll kill him. tell me what you want me to do and i'll do it, no matter the cost. te amo mi amor, if there's something he did to you, we'll do to him tenfold okay? we'll kill him, you'll get to end him so he pays for what he did to you and your beautiful face. anything for you, anything."

#👤 — user : kira #💽 — local disk d : au-ctober #moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight imagine #moon knight x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley fanfiction #jake lockley imagine #jake lockley x reader

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president-alpine · 2 years

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Thanks to the Earth, the Autobots and Decepticons know how to swim

So this is another silly idea, but like I am just imagining the first few days on Earth for the bots and cons and having to learn what water is.

Like, I don’t think Cybertron has bodies of water that is just readily available or hell, ones they can safely swim in.

So I am imagining them staring at the ocean/pond/lake or what have you, and being like, “What’s this?”

And then they see the humans jumping in and swimming around. Like humans willingly throw themselves into these bodies of water, sometimes at insanely high altitudes. Or some of them sit around in pools that get really hot and bubble! The mechs are just, ???

I can imagine Optimus and the other bots staring at Spike when he’s just swimming around in a beach and having a blast.

Spike: “Come on guys! The water is great!”

Optimus: "How are you floating around just like that, don't you need a floatation device?"

Spike: "It's called, swimming, let me show you!"

Cue a montage of Spike having to teach the bots how to swim, with some varying degrees of success.

Bumblebee is able to pick it up well and can swim around while mechs like Wheeljack just kick around the water and sinking. Though some bots try to just walk around the ocean floor and skip out on swimming but the problem comes when climbing onto shore or boats XD

The cons watch the little swimming lesson and are just, "How dare they get an advantage before we do!" >:0

Not to be outdone, the cons learn how to swim!

Megatron sinks to the bottom in his first attempt.

Starscream almost declares himself leader but was yanked into the water by Megatron.

Day after day, the bots and cons would take the time and learn how to swim. It has become a spectacle for humans to watch them swimming normally, flailing around in the water, or sinking to the bottom of the floor.

Some humans have decided to join in and help out in teaching the giant space alien robots how to properly swim. Some are grateful and some are too stubborn to let themselves be taught.

Megatron: "I know what I am doing!"

He jumps in and sinks to the bottom of the water.

Eventually, all the mechs learn how to swim properly. From simply floating, swimming techniques and even how to avoid riptides or being yanked under waves. They even learned how to float in their altmodes.

However that tends to freak out humans when they see trucks, planes, tanks, and even a train bobbing along the water. (Which is absolutely worth it for the cons) XD

Thanks to them learning how to swim, they get to move around place to place on Earth, cool off during the summer, and even learn what hot springs are.

Though sometimes they hold off important war stuff just to vibe in the hot springs.

Optimus: *Chilling in the hot springs with the bots* "Did we have something important to do?"

Megatron: *Chilling in the hot springs with the cons* "I don't care, this feels good!"

Starscream: "Agree, I'll backstab you later."

However, one thing they didn't realize is how weird it would be for other mechs who have never visited Earth.

Imagine mechs who are visiting Earth for the first time seeing the armies willingly throw themselves into bodies of liquid without testing it or having the kibble to float.

Then watch as they float to the surface and call for you to jump in.

One time Starscream is leading a group of seekers to a lake and he's just telling them the ways they can escape.

Starscream: "If you are out of options, just jump!"

Seeker: "Sir, what do you-"

Starscream jumps into the water and the seekers start panicking. Like Oh no the air commander went into the lake oh dear Primus!

Then Starscream pokes his head out of the water and is just, "You can hide in here and the bots won't find you."

None of them know how to react or comprehend what just happened.

The bots side is going to be much harder to explain to ones who spent their entire lives on Cybertron.

Autobot: "Sir, how are you floating? You don't have any floatation devices!"

Optimus: "Oh, we learned how to swim."

Autobot: "Sir, we are grounders, How are you able to float like this?!

Ironhide: "Oh don't worry, we can teach you."

Autobot: "Wait, this can be taught?!"

Now I have this idea of the Decepticons being cornered at a lake by the Cybertronian bots.

Cybertronian Bots: "We have you now Decepticons! Give up!"

Megatron: "That's what you think! Decepticons! Swim!"

And then the Cybertronian bots just watch as the Decepticons just throw themselves into the water and swim away.

They're all 404-ing at the sight.

Shockwave is getting all these reports of the cons and bots learning how to swim and is just, "This is illogical yet so intriguing."

#maccadam #transformers #transformers ideas #megatron #optimus prime #starscream #dumb ideas #ironhide #wheeljack #shockwave #bumblebee #shitpost

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I'm seeing Hozier tomorrow wish me safe travel! -Danny Words: 2,230 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Chronically Cautious' -by Braden Bales

XVI: I Hope Ya'll Were Paying Attention, 'Cause I'm Never Doing That Again

From now on, Ara won't think about anything else than taking the seven demigods to the ancient lands. Once there she'll save Nico, and after that... she'll do what she must to make sure her camp gets saved, and maybe break her curse in the process.

Annabeth sits her on the mattress. "I shouldn't have forced you to do three missions in a row—"

Ara groans. "That is the only reason I'm here. And one of the missions was a tea party where Aphrodite complimented my eyeliner." She touches her face in sudden realization. "Oh gods, my eyeliner! Do I look insane?"

Annabeth smiles a little. "The storm and your crying washed it all away—you should get a better brand."

"I like how easy to remove it is," she lies on her back. "And that brand has pretty colors..."

The ship is groaning and swaying from one side to another, but Ara isn't allowed on deck. She had a meltdown and Frank had to carry her to the sickbay, and now she's too weak to do anything.

Ara stepped into the role of daughter of Olympus so sure of herself, and now... Why couldn't all this happen when she had the option to step out? She remembers how harshly she judged Clarisse during the first war, but now she understands that sometimes being impartial is not an option.

When the storm gets more violent, Annabeth is forced to leave the room. "I have to go help..."

Ara says something before Annabeth leaves her cabin. "You don't have to worry about me bailing out after this. I'll help you defeat Gaea if it is the last thing that I do." She stares at the ceiling with a blank expression. "I'm sorry I freaked out, I suck at diplomatic stuff. Lily always took care of that part..."

Annabeth crosses her arms and sighs heavily. "Yeah, that was concerning. You used to hold your front just fine, what happened?"

Ara makes a face. "Aphrodite told me not to be rash and I didn't listen. I wonder why I ignore her when she's trying to help..."

"You always complained about being underestimated," Annabeth shrugs. "Maybe you're doing the same to her."

Ever since the gods stripped her of her Aphrodite identity and dressed her in General attire, Ara has done her best to hide who her godly parent originally was. She acted all offended when Leo didn't believe she was from Cabin Ten, but deep down, she'd been satisfied. The implications of that, of course, are terrible, so Ara decides to ignore it.

"Could you not..." she clears her throat and speaks with more authority. "Don't tell the others, I don't want them to freak out over nothing. Let them have peace before we reach Rome."

"I figured you'd say that," Annabeth sighs. "Fine."

Moving my stuff out of Cabin Ten isn't hard, I haven't kept much in there since I moved to New York. I choose a room on the second floor of the Big House, close to the stairs so I can get out fast in case of an emergency.

Nico takes the room across from mine, and Rachel the one in the middle. We go to Apollo's cabin, and the campers salute me as I enter. Nico and Lily stay outside to start the funeral rituals and I help where I can. I use my empath touch on the mourners until I can't hold more of their grief, I employ my charmspeak so the wounded rest.

I stand next to Chiron and Mr D and we burn the shrouds, as that comes to an end, I introduce myself as the new head of camp. I promise to be there to help and protect them.

During dinner, Nico sits with me because he doesn't have a table. Tomorrow I'll see that he gets one. Lily will help him design his cabin, they'll leave tomorrow night and Lily will stay a few weeks in the Underworld to help Daedalus, I know she's hoping to catch a glimpse of Mike.

Campers approach our table to congratulate Nico, but they give me nervous glances as they move to me. Some of them, the Cabin Nine and Cabin Ten campers seem happy, although my siblings also look concerned about having Drew as their new counselor. I had to give up the spot for the bigger part, I was never a proper Aphrodite anyway, perhaps this is better.

The Stolls want me to change rules so they can go out on the weekends, but when I tell them that's out of my control, they lose interest in my title.

Most campers are anxious, Drew's spreading rumors about a curse, she says a child of Olympus and peace are mutually exclusive, and having me on camp taunts the fates. She tells everyone it's in my name: The bringer of curses.

The first night though, they're willing to give me a shot.

I go to bed completely exhausted, so I don't wake up when Rachel walks in and stares at me for Hades knows how long. I wake and jump out of my skin when I notice the girl at the foot of my bed. I reach for Almighty but then notice the bushy hair and the large T-shirt.

"Rachel?" I speak hoarsely.

Her eyes snap open and illuminate the room with their green light.

"When the dove touches the smith

Almighty raises her myth

And the curse of love releases

By tearing earth into pieces."

Rachel stumbles forward and holds onto the bedframe.

"W-Wha..." she blinks, her eyes going back to normal. "Where am I?"

I gulp. "My room."

She looks at me. "How did I get here?" Understanding falls on her features. "Did I just..?"

"Go to bed, Rachel," I get up.

"What did I say?"

I guide her out of my room and back to hers. She sits on the bed and I hand her the glass of water she had on the nightstand. "Can you please keep this a secret?"

Rachel frowns. "Why? What did I say?"

"Something that has to do with me, and only me."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, the oracle took you to my room, so if I had to guess..."

"But what did I say?" She insists.

"I'll figure it out, Rachel."

"But—"

"Please," I press. "That's—er, an order."

"The Oracle doesn't answer to you, General," she gives me a grumpy look.

My shoulders fall. "Can't you do it as a friend?"

"What thing?" She teases me. "Keep the secret, or answering to you?"

"It wasn't a big deal, so I can take care of it on my own."

She doesn't believe me. Nothing was ever "not a big deal" if the Oracle was spitting out a prophecy about it.

"Alright. But if you end up needing help, you have to ask for it."

I tense, not wanting to utter the words, but if I don't, Rachel will tell Chiron.

"I promise."

There are better ways to wake up from a nap than to turn your room sideways.

The nap worked though, so as she navigates the large corridors slamming against the walls, she manages not to throw up at all until she reaches the deck.

"Holy—!"

"What's going— Gah! Shrimpzilla!" Percy crashes against her.

"What is that?!" Ara screams, drawing out Almighty and almost crawling to reach the helm.

"Must be one of Keto's stupid monsters!" Annabeth yells. "How did it get so close?"

"I don't know!" Hedge shouts.

"I'm stupid!" Leo cries out. "Stupid, stupid! I forgot the sonar!"

The ship tilts again, almost completely on one side.

"Sonar?" Hedge growls. "Pan's pipes, Valdez! Maybe if you hadn't been staring into Hazel's eyes, holding hands for so long—"

"What?" Frank and Ara reply in shock.

"It wasn't like that!" Hazel argues.

"It doesn't matter!" Piper intervenes. "Jason, can you call some lightning?"

Jason is completely drained from their encounter with the Romans, and Percy isn't any better. The monster's thin wire-like legs slid over the deck and Ara barely ducks and presses herself against the railing.

"Stay away from my ship!" Ara slashes tendrils as she goes.

"Hazel!" Leo screams. "That box! Open it!"

Ara's eyes land on the box of Greek fire Leo keeps on deck. She knows what he's got in mind.

"Ara, go and help!" The boy continues to give out orders. "Coach, take the wheel! Turn us toward the monster, or we'll capsize!"

"Hope you got a plan!" The satyr runs up to him.

Ara has half a mind to think about what Hedge said about Leo and Hazel, the current monster threatening to sink them is far more important than whatever feelings she may have about it, if she has any at all. Janus came, and she chose duty. She mutes her emotions and does what Leo asks of her, running to Hazel and opening the wooden box.

"You gotta be gentle with these," she warns her.

"Ara," Hazel starts. "What Hedge said—"

"I don't care!" She snaps at her impatiently. "Come on!"

"Frank!" Leo runs across the deck. "Buy us some time! Can you turn into a shark or something?"

Frank scowls at Leo, and the monster knocks him out of the ship when he gets distracted. Hazel cries out and almost drops the vials she's holding, but Leo catches them when he arrives at their side.

"Come on! We can kill the monster—and save Frank!" He glances at Ara, his expression telling her nothing at all. "Can you help us climb to the port rail?"

"Yes."

"What is this stuff?" Hazel pants as Ara drags them up the deck.

"Greek fire!" Leo shouts.

"Are you crazy? If these break, we'll burn the whole ship!"

"Its mouth!" Leo points as they reach the railing, he holds onto it to not slip back down. "Just chuck it down its—"

Once again, Ara is the only one fast enough to dodge the tendril. She slips back and watches in horror as Hazel and Leo get lifted. The girl glares at the monster, Lily's stygian dagger gets heavier on her belt. "You asked for it..."

Leo singes the creature so it loosens its grip. It feels like it happens in slow motion, Ara can tell what his plan is as it happens, and she only has a few seconds to help. She presses twice on the alpha of her sword, turning it into a BB gun.

She shoots at the same time Leo throws his vial of Greek fire at the monster. The pellet crashes against it and makes it explode directly into the monster's mouth. Hazel throws the second vial, and Ara shoots again. That one explodes in the monster's line of vision.

Ara presses on the alpha twice, and Almighty turns into a grappling hook. It attaches to the main mast, and the girl jumps overboard drawing out Lily's dagger. She swings across the length of the monster, cutting through the creature's skin.

It's not a deep cut, but the injury is long, and mixed with Leo's Greek fire weakens the beast enough so it loosens its grip on the ship. Ara's hand hurts from holding all of her weight, but she pays no attention to it as the tool yanks her back into the ship. She stumbles to a stop, then puts Lily's dagger away and her skin glows teal.

"Everyone hold onto the railing!" A wave pushes them away from the monster, and Ara forces the currents to keep pushing until they're out of reach. "Annabeth, the ballista!"

Her friend shoots twice, the creature shrieks, and then the sea swallows it leaving nothing on the surface. Ara slips to the floor, her face turning green.

"Ara," Piper approaches. "Leo and Hazel—"

"And Frank," Ara nods dryly. "Where is my brother?"

"The monster knocked him out," Jason gets closer too, eyeing her with concern. "We should check on you too."

"Feed him ambrosia and bring him up," she turns Almighty back into a compass and looks at it, the needle moves speedily over the symbols without stopping and makes her dizzier, so she looks away. "We gotta search the sea."

"Ara, we have a problem with the—"

"In a moment," she stops Annabeth and leans over the rail to talk to Percy. "What do you mean they're gone?!"

"I can't find them!" Percy shouts back, floating right next to the Argo II. "And no one here has seen them!"

"I saw them fall! Keep looking!" Ara looks back at Annabeth. "You were saying?"

Ara clings to her role and does her best, but Leo is the one who fixes what's in the engine room so that will have to wait until he comes back. If he comes back. In the meantime, Ara takes care of the rest with Annabeth's help and makes sure everyone patches up their wounds.

Percy comes back on board frustrated, this is the first time he's lost a battle against a sea monster, and he's deeply confused at the fact that he wasn't able to find any of their friends. Ara remains hopeful, if there are no bodies, then they didn't die.

Annabeth approaches and places a hand on Ara's shoulder. "We have to warn the camp about Octavian."

They call Chiron. Annabeth and Ara explain what happened. At least this she's familiar with, preparing the camp for attacks used to be her bread and butter.

"We'll be okay, Strategus," Chiron tells her. "Your job is to keep the seven in one piece until they finish the quest. Focus on nothing else."

"She's doing a great job," Annabeth informs him. "Last night she killed Shrimpzilla and made it look easy."

"Shrimpzilla took three of our crew," Ara points out sternly. "I gotta keep searching, Chiron, but... Tell everyone I'll return soon. I... I promise."

Chiron gives her a sympathetic look. Being a leader is nothing like she thought it'd be.

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thecontumacious · 2 years

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"Among the thousands I've met, you are the only one my heart resonates with."

mysta rias edition.

he was ready to give you up. but you give him one last spark of hope.

a/n: this is for the long promised series i announced a thousand years ago because i’ve recently hit 1K, but now i’m 500 followers late since i hit that mark so—anyway, here’s a little comeback gift after disappearing for so long!

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

vox akuma edition (tba). luca kaneshiro edition. ike eveland edition (tba). shu yamino edition (tba).

it was all but a rush for mysta.

he woke up that morning, a little later than he liked because then he would have to quicken his morning routine and sacrifice breakfast time with you

when he entered the kitchen, you're leaning against the kitchen island with a piece of toast in your hand as you scrolled through your phone

mysta, without fail, smiles at the typical view he gets every time the sun breaks through the horizon. just you in your pajamas, some kind of light meal in your hand and idly on your phone as you wait for him to wake up

"morning, mysta!" you greet, crumbs on the corner of your mouth. you wave him over to grab something to eat. "lucky for you, i made you something quick but filling. grab a few pieces and rush to work."

oh, and the fact you also remember his schedule, despite he himself sometimes forgetting them.

"thanks, babe," mysta grins, doing as you said and pressing a long chaste kiss to your lips. you giggle and poke his side, eliciting a small chuckle out of the detective before he says, "i'll see you later?"

"yep," you nod. "be careful on the road, mysta."

"i will!" he chirps, pecking your cheek one last time before he says, "i love you, y/n."

and he'll never ever get bored of saying that. no matter how many times, no matter how long, no matter if you reciprocated it or not.

"i love you too, mysta."

and that was the last thing the detective heard from you. not just that day, but the next day and the entire next week you were declared missing.

when mysta finally returned home, he panicked upon finding the apartment door forced open and the knob fallen to the floor. he carefully makes his way inside, his heart only dropping lower with every step he takes.

the walls are littered with scratches, the floor is dirtied with various prints of shoes and items are thrown around the apartment.

these signs of struggles...

"y/n!" mysta shouts, avoiding knocked-over furniture as he frantically scoured the rooms for even a breadth of your hair. but he found nothing, even with his detective skills. it's like you had just disappeared.

then he ran out of the apartment complex like he had never run before all the way to the closest police station where he begs for an officer's help, face flustered as he told them how he wasn't able to find you

luckily, since mysta usually helped around in the police station, they recognize him and is willing to lend aid in almost no time. they ask questions, they send for search parties, they ask for announcements to be posted.

but it's all to no avail.

no one had seen you. no one had noticed you go missing.

it was so infuriating to the point mysta felt like pulling his hair until he bled. he didn't care how much it hurt. when he realized you were missing, that was the greatest pain he felt.

he didn't even realize when was the last time he ate something proper. just a cup of noodles two nights ago-ish?

"mysta, please go home," vox begs, tugging on his friend's arm to get up from his chair. but the detective only shoots him a look with his painfully bloodshot eyes then goes back to tracing files as though he hadn't been doing that the past eight hours or so

"mysta, you're going to kill yourself," the demon pleads once more, attempting to stop the stubborn man by pushing away his documents.

but he's met with a scowl from mysta, "fuck off, vox. i don't need you telling me what to do. i'm busy."

he understood how important you were to him. how incredibly meaningful you were. the joy you brought into his life. vox completely understood what it felt like to have someone so special by your side suddenly disappear.

but mysta was also one of his closest friends. there was no way in the world he was going to idle by and watch him deteriorate like this.

"this is not what y/n would've wanted for you," vox reasons.

at the mention of your name, mysta pauses and for the slightest second, the demon catches him dwindle down.

"they're out there somewhere. they could be in pain, almost dead, scared! i have to find them soon!" the detective turns to his friend, fear lacing his orange-blue eyes. "i can't afford to lose a second where i could be tracking them down, vox."

"don't you think they would've rather you showed up healthy and well-nutritioned than in bones and barely alive?"

"they're barely alive! i'll eat something soon, okay? just... just let me find them please. i need to know if they're okay," is the last thing that drove vox to sigh and leave his friend be, pretty much giving up on him for the day.

mysta breaths a sigh of relief and his eyes are trained back onto the long blocks of black text on the desk, occasionally a few inserted photographs of evidence and possible tracks you might’ve left behind

but then his mind suddenly echoes vox's words from earlier.

he was right. him treating himself like this for your sake was something you would never allow. it's only when mysta imagines your figure looming over him, giving him an earful does he really feel his hollow stomach

he picks up his phone and orders takeout, the usual one you and him would order on late nights like these. when it arrived, the whiff of the food invading his sense of smell, the detective is spilling tears all over his papers.

overwhelmed with memories he can't wait to relive again.

as mysta spoons every bite into his mouth, he closes his eyes even tighter, refusing to accept that when he opens them again, he won't see you there stuffing your face with takeout

but when the box is empty, he's forced to face the darkness and his loneliness. you still nowhere to be found.

somehow, it's been two weeks since the earth swallowed you whole and no one, not even detectives greater than mysta was able to find you. with every passing day, the man's heart only shrinks and greys.

two weeks of nothing... there was no way you were still alive, was there?

every time this thought would make itself present within mysta's mind, he would slap himself until his cheeks stung, determined that he would find you soon.

but again, even with the entire police force of the city, it really did seem like you've been swallowed whole by the earth. the detective pressed for them to search further, even if it costed his entire life's fortune.

it took even sonny to tell mysta they had to close the case, no matter how much he refused to believe you were dead.

"please, i know they're out there somewhere! we haven't found their body yet so there's still a chance--"

sonny pauses him by holding his shoulders firm, a heavy frown on his face, "mysta, please. we've done all we can. we've checked city footage, we've asked everyone single person in this city and ransacked it upside down. they're... they're already gone, mysta. you have to let them go--"

"no! i can't do that to them! not when they've never given up on me. i'm not going to give up on them," with that, the detective storms out of the station and away, to who knows where. all mysta needed was some space from the world and a clearer head.

he reaches the outskirts of the city, with lesser people and quieter streets.

"please, y/n, where are you..." he prays, wiping the sweat off his forehead. but it becomes more than his sweat he's erasing. it's his reluctant tears.

he hiccups, continuing to wipe away the endless river down his cheeks, "please, baby. please, give me a sign. where are you? please, come back to me."

ding.

mysta freezes, his sobbing ceased for a moment as he fished his phone out from his pocket.

baby 💕 : mystaaaa come pick me up will you?

huh?

the detective blinks, rubs his eyes once, blinks again before he looks down at his phone. th-that... that was a text from you? his eyes weren't deceiving him?

no, it was probably because of the lack of food he's been eating…

baby 💕 : i'm at the train station

baby 💕 : i'll share my location

then an exact location within the city. and it really was in a train station.

mysta doesn't even waste his time to text you back as he jogs on over to where you were.

it didn't matter it was still a mile away. he could run a thousand more just for you. because you were alive and you're asking him to find you. nothing else mattered.

the entire run to the train station, mysta can feel the weight of the past two weeks evaporate off his shoulders. all those late nights crying over you, scouring the apartment for weeks on end, asking everyone he met if they had seen you finally comes to fruition.

he was finally going to see you again, hold you again, kiss you again and tell you how much he loved you.

the station gates finally come into view and mysta pushed the last of his energy to speed up. then he rushes through, ignoring the people who eyed him oddly as he searched every station to where you could be

he frantically looked here and there, but you still weren't sight. mysta kept searching though, no matter if it took him all night.

then he sees you.

your hair in the distance and the outfit you were last seen in.

just like the first he met you, mysta's heart skips a beat as his legs carry him forward to you. when you turned a corner, he did too. when you ran, he ran.

"y/n!" he called out, but you only run faster away from him.

then mysta catches you jumping onto the railway of the train, still speeding your way through the tunnels. he immediately worries about an incoming train and almost contemplated whether to follow behind

but he's been looking for you all this time. how is a train going to stop him?

"y/n, wait up!"

he hops down to the railway as well, ignoring the officers present as he chased you down through the dark tunnel.

mysta couldn't recall just how long he's been trudging through the dark, but after a while, he was able to see the bright end and your figure standing right there.

he smiled, jogging the last final stretch and for once, finally sees your beautiful face in the early evening light.

two weeks.

the most excruciating two weeks in his entire life.

but that didn't matter.

there you were.

"baby," mysta calls out, his voice broken as his arm reached for yours. you merely giggle and your cheeks redden before pulling your lover into a tight embrace, one that felt so heavenly and comforting to mysta.

then he broke apart, sobbing into your shoulder, "y/n, baby, i was so worried. please, don't scare me like that again. don't leave me again."

you pull away, holding his tear stained face in your gentle arms, "you know i would never leave you, mysta. even if the world tore us apart, i'll always find a way back to you."

"mhm," he nods weakly.

you lean up against him, placing a chaste kiss to his chapped lips, "always remember i'll never leave you, mysta. because i'll always love you."

"i'll always love you too, y/n," he breaths out, every single inch of his heart filled to the brim with his affection for you. "let's go home."

"wait," you pause, pulling away from mysta. you tug on his arm and gesture towards the continuation of the train tracks. you say, "can i show you something first?"

the detective raises an eyebrow, but seeing as it was probably important, he nods. "lead the way."

then you let go of his hand, running to where you pointed and disappearing down a corner. mysta chuckles and jogs just behind.

but he pales up with every step he got closer to the corner.

w-what was that stench?

it was so strong and stomach-clenching that mysta almost hesitated to follow you. what were you going to show him? what did you do?

"y/n?" he tries calling, but you don't respond. so he has no other choice than to step closer to catch up with you. his stomach begins to empty out, the worry in his head only worsening

then he finally turns that dreaded corner and his nightmares manifest before his eyes.

"Y/N!"

mysta falls to his knees by your side, the soul leaving his body with only a broken heart remaining within. his hands shakily reaches for yours and the other for your head.

"y/n, baby..." he hiccups, followed by a straggling sob as he pulled you over to his lap. he cared no more for the terrible stench, he cared no more for himself.

he cared if they had let you go easily. he cared if they ever cared at all for your tears and pleads. he cared if you still remembered he loved you. he cared if you were happy, wherever you were.

"baby, i'm so sorry i was too late," mysta cries, hugging your head to his chest against where his beating heart would be. "please, don't leave me. please, come back."

but who was he to think that could happen?

your skin had turn grey, void of any of the bright red you wear out for the world so proudly. your gentle fingers that favored brushing through mysta's hair lays limp and stiff. your beautiful eyes that used to look at mysta with all the love in the world now forever gone and never to look back at him.

all those memories he wished to relive once he found you... now stays in the past, whether he liked it or not.

"y/n, baby," mysta howled, caressing your thinned out hair. "i love you. i love you so much. i love you so, so much."

always remember i'll never leave you, mysta. because i'll always love you.

you... you had led him here. you took up your remaining seconds on this world to lead him back to you. you found him again, even if the world did tear you apart.

you came back to tell him you loved him so much, one last time.

"i'll always love you too, y/n," mysta whispers, pressing one last desperate kiss to your blackish skin. he hugs you to himself as he took out his phone, dialing a number and spoke with a broken voice, "sonny, i found them."

within a few days, your funeral was held, mourned over by family members, friends and most of all, mysta.

he who worked the hardest to find you, he who cried days and nights praying for you to come home, he who suffered the heartbreak the most.

"i'll always love you," mysta repeats your words, his swollen eyes pooling with tears once more. as they closed your coffin, all the detective could do was reminisce the very last smile of yours, the very last ghostly kiss you gave him.

it felt so real, so warm, so you.

now he stands before your grave, your name etched into the tombstone and a bouquet of your favorite flowers placed where you rested.

his tired eyes daydreams what you two could be doing right now. his broken heart imagines the memories you could be making at that moment.

for the slightest second, mysta swore you were standing right in front of him, smiling a goofy grin and cheering him on in his work.

mouthing 'i love you'.

"mysta?"

he turns and sees his demon friend, carrying a bouquet of flowers himself. vox places the flowers next to mysta's before he turns to his friend, holding his shoulder firm, "are you okay?"

he blinks, the cold tears finally falling out of his eyes. he wanted to say no, he wanted to shake his head, he wanted to curse the world out for taking you away from him.

but then he sees you standing behind vox, smiling and waving. when he blinks again, you're gone again.

this isn't what they would've wanted for me. they would've wanted me to be happy and move on.

"mhm," mysta nods, cracking a small smile. he looks into vox's eyes and feels a sense of warmth upon remembering his friends. not just vox. there was luca, shu and ike. there were the others from niji.

"yeah," he says again, this time smiling wider. "i'm okay. call the boys and get something to eat together?"

vox chuckles softly, patting mysta's shoulder, "sure, buddy."

the detective looks at your tombstone once more and he gives you one last smile for the day, "i'll see you soon, y/n."

quick illustration done by none other than proofreader-san owo

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bubble-popping · 5 months

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part two to the dnb god au :]

The first thing Techno noticed upon waking up was the sound of a quiet hum. The next was nearly being lulled back to sleep by the sweet melody.

Bravely, he persevered, forcing his eyes open and rubbing them to clear his vision. The ceiling of his bedroom greeted him. His brows furrowed in confusion. He was sure he hadn't fallen asleep here. To his left, the light of a candle and the humming drew his attention.

A familiar blond sat in an armchair, one leg crossed over the other, hands twisting around a fluffy white cloud with green thread connected to each finger. The flickering flame danced across his sun-kissed skin, casting half of it in shadow and the other in a warm glow. His hood was down, freeing fluffy tan ears and the golden curls that framed his gently-angled face. The green in his eyes shined with a mesmerizing brilliance. Techno simply couldn't look away.

One of the many Blobs piled on the god nuzzled just under his jaw, squeaking and interrupting his work. He glanced from it to the pinket and his entire expression lit up, ears perking. "Well, good morning, sleeping beauty," he teased, eyes crinkling from a mischievous grin before smoothing into something wholly genuine. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah," Techno croaked, pushing himself to sit up, and in the process disturbing the resting places of a couple Blobs.

"Oh, sorry about them," Dream quickly spoke, sheepish and exasperated, "apparently, they have no concept of boundaries."

"I don't mind. They're cute," the warrior god rumbled, gathering the ones that fell to sit them on his shoulders and give them small pets. Out of the corner of his eye, Dream stiffened and let out a breathy laugh.

"Don't boost their little egos more than they already are." He shook his head, finishing the cloud still in his lap and feeding it to one of the Blobs. With a much fuller frame, it hopped off his knee to squeeze between the cracks in the wood floor and disappear.

Techno had seen it before; the curious process by which Dream gave out the dream wishes of humans. He still didn't fully understand it even after Dream explained multiple times.

"Uh, anyway, it's me that should be apologizin'. I'm sorry ya had to see me like that."

"Oh, Techno, no, there's nothing for you to apologize for. It wasn't your fault at all."

"I know, I know. It's just... I never wanted to give ya a reason to fear me."

"Fear you?" Dream vehemently shook his head and got up from his chair to sit on the edge of the bed. "I'm not afraid of you, Techno. In fact..." He smiled, albeit a little shy, and placed a hand on Techno's shoulder. "When I'm with you, I feel no fear whatsoever."

Techno jolted before quickly schooling his expression, ignoring the waves of warmth that radiated from where Dream grasped him. "What do ya mean?"

"Well, I dunno, I just-I feel safe." The blond shrugged. "I feel very safe when I'm with you. Like..." He struggled to find the words, mouth opening and closing, until he simply shrugged again with downcast ears. "I-I don't even know what I'm trying to say. It's stupid-"

"No, no, it's not stupid." Techno caught Dream's hand just as he began to retract, holding it as gently as the two much larger, callused ones of a seasoned warrior could.

Dream met his gaze, green eyes wide in surprise. A dusting of gold spread over his cheekbones, giving him an utterly ethereal glow.

"Tell me how you feel, Dream. I want to know," he said, pouring all the sincerity he possessed into his words.

"Only if you promise to do the same."

The taller grinned. "Deal."

The sheep god took a breath, and Techno could feel it ghost over the skin of his lips. He hadn't realized they'd been leaning in this entire time. "I... I feel safe. I feel happy and very, very warm. Warm enough that, sometimes I worry I'll melt if I get too close..."

"Ya look pretty intact to me and I don't think we can get much closer than this," Techno dropped his voice to a murmur. It seemed appropriate when their lips were barely a hair's width apart and the whole room was silent.

"I think I can prove you wrong on that one," Dream teasingly whispered back, free hand raising to cup Techno's face.

"Yeah? How's that?" The pinket tilted his head ever so slightly into the touch, completely focused on the vibrancy of emerald green eyes.

Dream smiled something knowing and devious, posed like he was ready to retort. "Just a simple-"

A knock at the door interrupted them. "Dream?" Phil's voice, at first muffled behind the door until he opened it and peered inside. "Will you be staying over again-oh? Mate, you're awake!" He perked up from the sight of his wide awake friend.

"Phil! I was just about to call for you! He woke up just a minute ago," Dream explained, sitting stiffly in the chair.

"That's wonderful news! I'm so glad to see you're okay, mate." Phil fully entered the room, crossing it to fret over his friend. His expression abruptly morphed to one of confusion. "Mate, your face is all hot. Are you feeling okay?"

"Well!" Dream sprung out of his seat, speaking quickly as he walked backwards to the door, "Looks like my job here is done! I'll be heading home now. If anything happens, let me know, but until then... bye!" With that, he dashed out of the room, leaving his Blobs to hop after him like a line of ducklings.

"That was... strange," Phil thought aloud. He glanced to his friend, still stuck in the same shocked face he saw when he walked in. "Um, did I interrupt something?"

Techno finally snapped out of his trance-like state. "Huh? Oh, uh, no, no, it wasn't like that. We were just. Talkin'."

"Uh-huh, right," the winged angel said in that way that meant he knew. Techno didn't meet his eyes, being much too preoccupied with pretending he didn't feel so cold and lonely all of the sudden.

#dnb #dreamnoblade #bubble writes #dnb god au

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strawberry-cowmilk · 2 years

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Hey question! Could you do anything with a short male Mc who despite their height is pretty strong (and sometimes kind of domineering, but still kind enough)?

Sorry if it is too specific! I just don't see it a lot!

Hey! I'm gonna try my best to write this scenario as you wish. I hope you like it!

Brothers with a surprisingly strong, small Mc

Mc is male here, and this is not proof read.

Content warnings: mild cussing in Mammon's part

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Lucifer

Lucifer was especially busy with work today, so Mc decided to help him out by walking Cerberus for him. He left a note on the demon's desk while he was in the bathroom before going out with the giant hound. When Lucifer returned and found the note, he ran out to find Mc. Cerberus was very strong, it could be dangerous for a small human like him. When the demon found them though, everything seemed to be fine. It was weird, the dog was usually violent towards anyone who wasn't Lucifer. 'Oh, hey Lucifer. Why are you here?' Mc asked. 'I thought Cerberus might be much stronger than you, and might drag you through the whole Devildom.' the demon scanned the hound's expression, which was calm. 'Nah, I'm stronger than the dog.' Mc replied pridefully. 'Anyways, I was about to return home. Remember to take enough breaks from work!'

Mammon

'Oh damnit, I gotta change oils again!' Mammon said in a raised voice as he looked at the blinking light on his dashboard. Mc, who was in the seat next to him opened the door. 'It's okay, Mammon. I know you're too broke to go to the dealer's to get oil. I'll do it for you.' he announced. The second born let Mc go buy the oil since he was right, he was at least 10000 grimm in debt at the moment. Then, Mammon realized something. The cans of oil are very heavy. Even he struggled to carry them sometimes. He pulled out his D.D.D. and dialed Mc's number. 'Mc! Don't buy the oil!' he exclaimed. 'Why? I already got it. I'm on my way back right now.' the human replied. Mammon gripped his D.D.D. tighter in his hand. 'Are ya okay? It ain't too heavy?' he heard Mc chuckle on the other line. 'No, I'll be back soon.' Mammon let out a sigh of relief. 'Ah, good. And, uhh... thanks.'

Leviathan

Levi was never a fan of leaving his room, but he had to in order to get snacks. So, the avatar of envy came up with a nifty little solution. He ordered a mini-fridge from Akuzon he could put in his room. There was a little problem though, he could not move it to his room and Beel was at Fangol practise. Defeated, Levi sunk down next to the mini-fridge. 'Levi, you good?' the demon shot up from the sudden voice. 'A-ah Mc, I got a little situation here, but it's okay, I'll wait for Beel.' the demon stammered. Mc looked at the fridge, then back at Leviathan. 'Why? You don't want me to help you?' the human said with a straight face. 'No no no! I don't wanna burden you, a-and this is heavy-' Mc did not listen to Levi's little ramble and started pushing the fridge to the demon's room. Levi just stared at him with his mouth hanging open. How could such a tiny human be so strong? Once the mini-fridge was finally at its destination, Levi thanked Mc. 'Thanks, you saved me from having to leave my room. Wanna play a game now?'

Satan

'Satan! Explain this!' Mc exclaimed as he gestured to the mess that was the floor of the fourth born's bedroom. Satan rolled his eyes. 'It's easier to find stuff this way, you know?' he replied. 'We already cleaned your room two days ago and somehow you managed to make an even bigger mess in such a short time!' The human looked around. There was literally no inch of floor in sight, just books and bags of cat food. 'So you want me to clean it up?' Satan said, in a lightly sneering tone. Mc shook his head. 'Nah, don't worry I'll help you.' and with that, the small human picked up a huge stack of heavy books. Satan's heart seemed to skip a beat, as he expected Mc to collapse under the heavy weight. But, to his surprise and relief, the human put the gigantic load of books on a shelf with ease. 'Well, you certainly are strong.' the demon commented and Mc snickered. 'You're still gonna help me, right?'

Asmodeus

Asmo had placed a huge order on Majolish, and it finally arrived at the house. The avatar of lust was unable to contain his excitement and immediately brought the box to his room, but he was unable to open it. Mc happened to walk past the scene, and offered his helping hand. 'Do you need some help?' Asmo's head shot towards the human. 'Oh, yes and please, darling. Why did they seal it with some ultra adhesive tape anyways!' Mc sat down next to the fifth born and examined the parcel. 'And it didn't occur to you to use a box opener?' he commented and Asmo mentally facepalmed. 'I'll go steal one from the kitchen, hold on.' but before he got the chance to get up, Mc had already ripped the tape off of the box. Asmo's eyes widened. 'How did you do that! I've been at it for ten minutes!' but after the shock ebbed away, the demon engulfed the small human in a hug. 'Oh, Mc, thank you! Do you want to see the haul?'

Beelzebub

Beel was lifting his weighted bar in his and Belphie's room when somebody walked in. The demon assumed it was his twin. 'Oh, Belphie will you add two of the heavy ones to the bar?' he called. 'Sure thing.' Somebody replied, but they didn't sound like Belphie. The avatar of gluttony looked at who was in the room and almost choked on his own spit when he saw Mc, who was about to pick up two very heavy plates. Beel instantly dropped the bar in an attempt to stop the human from getting the plates, but he was too late. To his surprise, Mc was easily able to hold the weights. 'Oh, thank goodness you're okay.' Beel sighed. 'Why wouldn't I be? I can hold weights without breaking my back!' the human responed as he held the plates out to him. 'Here you go, though! Happy lifting.'

Belphegor

'Mc! I'm telling you it's stuck!' Belphie huffed as he was trying to open the door to the attic. 'Now we gotta go to the store to get some of that spray that makes doors work...' the demon said as he gave up on brute-forcing his way through. Mc eyed the door up and down before deciding he wanted to try kicking it in. Surprisingly, despite the human's small frame, his plan worked and the door creaked open. Belphie stared at Mc, completely in shock of his capabilities. 'Woah... teach me how to do that.' Mc laughed. 'I literally just kicked it. You want to use this trick to get into Lucifer's room at 3AM, don't you?' he teased. Belphie looked the human straight in the eye. 'You got me there.'

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me scenarios #obey me fluff #obey me x mc #leviathan #lucifer #mammon #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #satan #m!mc

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tommybowefuneralattendee · 2 months

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Okay, the other Tommien fic was because you wanted a prompt. Now I just want more because damn. 704?

hiiiiii red !! this one is a little fluff heavy i'll admit, but i hope you enjoy <3 number 704 on the spreadsheet is from this list of prompts the prompt generated in specific is: washing the other’s body

linked on ao3 || read under the cut || 3.1k, rated G

summary:

overworked and underslept, the only thing damien really feels is burnt out. tommy helps with that. || or, domestic comfort no hurt tommien fluff.

"Oh, babe," Tommy says, closing the door of the apartment softly behind him. It's still technically just Tommy's apartment, but Damien is staying here often enough that Tommy keeps saying that he'll see him at home, and despite the butterflies that puts in Damien's belly, he doesn't exactly know what that means, and he's certainly not brave enough to ask. He's even brought Zelda and Freya here for the week; Tommy has stuff for them, bought without Damien saying anything about it. Damien had been flustered for days after. That has nothing, really, to do with the fact that he's laying face-down on the living room rug, nose close enough to the floor that he can count individual fibers of the wool. He's not usually a big fan of wool, but Tommy picks out a good rug, what can he say? Humming and setting his bag down by his shoes, Tommy walks closer to him, sitting cross-legged near his head. Wiggling, Damien maneuvers awkwardly to rest his head on Tommy's thigh. He's not terribly surprised to feel the cool of Tommy's fingers combing through his hair, but it's still really nice.

"Sorry," he says quietly, his face mostly pressed into the rough of Tommy's jeans. Tommy hums again, disapproving this time as he tilts Damien's face up to look at him.

"Vice versa," he quips, raising an eyebrow at Damien. Damien rolls his eyes but smiles; it's something they say to one another sometimes. Vice versa. Would you want me to apologize if positions were reversed? Just one little iota of perspective in the great landscape of their relationship, or what have you. And he knows how he would react if Tommy was like this; Tommy has been like this. Overstimulated or anxious or depressed, he never wants Tommy to apologize for fucking feeling something. He never wants Tommy to feel like he has to hide that when it's just them.

"Tell me about your day?" Damien requests, his voice a little hoarse. It's been a really long day. He loves voice acting, it's steady work and he can do it alone or with people if he wants, his choice, and he meets the best people when he chooses to do so. He works on projects he loves. It's just so much sometimes, loud and overwhelming and terrifying. Tommy nods and keeps doing his thing, scratching Damien's scalp gently as he tells him Kimmy and Spencer's latest exploits, Shayne and Chanse chasing each other around the office for some reason, Angela getting in trouble not for filming it but for posting it. As much as he loves to hear Tommy talk, something still aches low in his chest listening to him talk about working full-time at Smosh. Again, he likes voice acting. He likes the trajectory of his career. There's just something to be said for spending every day with your friends and even getting paid to be there. Full-timing Smosh was also stressful; the grass is always greener, maybe.

Tommy gives him perhaps fifteen minutes of this before he's pausing in his rambling, fingers going still in Damien's hair til Damien opens his eyes to look at him, not realizing they'd even fallen shut. Tommy's smile is almost wistful looking down at him, gentle as he strokes his thumb over Damien's cheekbone. Damien reaches up and catches his hand between both of his own, pressing a kiss to each of his fingers. If Tommy doesn't want him apologizing, he won't want Damien thanking him aloud either. This, Damien can do.

"You wanna tell me what's going on with you?" Tommy asks, fond and soft. In lieu of hiding his face in his own hands, Damien rests Tommy's hand against his face, turning his head slightly to kiss his palm. He knows that Tommy won't make him talk about it if he doesn't want to; honestly, Damien has no idea where he would even start if he did. Some days are just down. This one hasn't even lasted all day, just the last couple of hours. He's not even sure when he got home, really, but he'd laid down on the rug as soon as he walked in the door. His stuff and his shoes still aren't put up and a creeping guilt crawls through him at that. He hates leaving a mess for Tommy. He doesn't want to just be one more thing Tommy has on his plate.

"Just tired," he rasps, pressing a kiss to the inside of Tommy's wrist before sitting up, careful to avoid pushing up too fast and hurting Tommy. He stands, helping Tommy to his feet as well.

"Can I help?" Tommy asks, hand cupping the side of Damien's neck. He can't help but hesitate, and he knows Tommy asked that way just for this reason. Can Tommy help? Yes. Does he have to? Never. Damien can handle himself. He dips his head, gaze on the floor. "Damien," Tommy says softly, stepping closer to rest his forehead against Damien's. Damien sighs, stepping even closer to lean his head against Tommy's shoulder, pushing into his chest. Tommy chuckles (despite himself by the sound of it) and wraps his arms around Damien, one hand tangling in his hair while the other rubs up and down his back, warm and soothing.

"Tired," he says again, unable to articulate the exact mix of overstimulated and burnt out, underslept and overworked. Tommy hums like he understands anyway, holding Damien in the circle of his arms for a moment before framing his face with his hands, tipping Damien up to look at him again. He's fully cradling Damien's head in his hands, as much as Damien's head has to be tilted back to see Tommy this up close.

"When was the last time you ate?" Tommy asks, converting quickly into efficiency. Damien tries to follow him down that path, clearing his throat.

"Maybe two hours ago? I picked something up on the way ho- here. On the way here," he says, stumbling over himself and looking down when it makes Tommy frown, unable to face whatever reaction he's wrought there. He can't stand the idea of disappointing Tommy, but he can't stand the idea of Tommy not wanting him to call this his home. Because this feels like home. Standing in Tommy's living room with Tommy's hands on his skin and Freya and Zelda curled together on the couch and awash in that safe feeling he gets every time he's alone with Tommy. Like there's nothing to worry about. Tommy strokes his thumbs over Damien's cheekbones, pressing a quick kiss to his mouth. Damien leans up into it, but Tommy pulls away, grabbing him by the hand.

"Shower then bed?" he proposes, eyebrow raised. Damien frowns, shoulders going slack.

"I don't know if I have a shower in me, sweetheart," he says, rough with honesty. Despite the roughness, the pet name makes Tommy smile just as much as it always does, pink dusting across his nose in a way that's just excessively cute.

"Dame, baby, you never like going to bed without showering. Let's get you in the shower. I'll handle everything, I'll be there the whole time," Tommy coaxes, cajoling Damien as if allowing this would be doing Tommy a favor rather than an overture into burdensome territory made by Damien himself. "Let me take care of you," he says, voice so sweet and soft and gentle that Damien can't imagine telling him no. Instead, he nods, allowing Tommy to lead him to his en-suite bathroom. Once there, he guides Damien's arms up and takes his shirt off without much preamble. He rests his hands on Damien's waistband before looking Damien in the eye, eyebrow raised once again. Damien clears his throat, nodding and knowing without looking in the mirror behind Tommy that his ears are likely red.

"Sorry," he says as Tommy guides him out of his bottoms, leaving him standing naked in the middle of the bathroom. Tommy strips of his own shirt and pants quickly thereafter, leading Damien into the shower.

"You have no idea, huh?" he asks, corralling Damien into the back of the shower so Tommy can be the one to adjust the temperature of the water; it takes everything in Damien not to plaster himself to Tommy's back, unbearably clingy. He has to get passed all that yearning to realize what Tommy said.

"About?" Damien asks, head tilted to the side. Satisfied with the temperature of the water, Tommy turns to him, pulling Damien into the water with him. He runs his fingers through Damien's hair, wetting it thoroughly.

"I really fucking like you, Damien. I care if you're okay and I want to help if you aren't. You're my boyfriend, Damien. I want- I want you here. Where I can take care of you and make you laugh and watch you sleep if I want to, you Edward Cullen looking motherfucker. I'm not going to- you're never going to be too much. Not for me. Not if it's you," Tommy explains, his hands cupping Damien's face by the end there. Damien doesn't typically like eye contact, but he doesn't know if he could take his eyes off Tommy's if he tried. They're big and brown and so fucking honest, so supersaturated with self-belief and conviction that Damien has to believe him. There's no looking at Tommy looking at him like that and coming away unchanged. Tommy kisses him beneath the rain of their shared shower and it's more romantic than any kiss in a sunshower that Damien's ever had because he knows it's real, with someone who knows exactly who he is and is walking into this with eyes wide open.

"Are you sure?" he still can't help but ask as Tommy pulls away, voice breaking on his uncertainty. It would be completely valid for Tommy to get exasperated with him at this point. He's being annoying about it. Tommy was already nice to him, why's he making him repeat himself? He pushes down thoughts of wasting his boyfriend's time, knowing that too would sit incorrectly with Tommy.

"As many times and in as many ways as you need to hear it, yeah. I'm sure. You're mine now, don't think I'm gonna let you go that easily," Tommy says, teasing grin pulling across his face that Damien can't help but match for energy, warmth spreading all the way down to his toes.

"Thank you," he whispers, pressing his face into Tommy's shoulder. Tommy hums affirmatively and reaches behind Damien, grabbing a bottle from the shelf and squirting some of the contents in his hand. Damien knows what it is from the smell of it, the warm coconut scent of Tommy's shampoo familiar in this space. Despite what Tommy said, Damien is still surprised when Tommy rubs the shampoo into his scalp, gentle as he works it through Damien's hair. A little startled sound crumples into a whimper as Tommy just barely pulls at it, making Damien feel weak in the fucking knees. Tommy makes an encouraging noise, pulling Damien to lean against him as he rubs the shampoo in.

"I've gotcha," Tommy says, tipping Damien's head back with a hand shielding his eyes. Just that little gesture intensifies the feeling even more, that comforting smallness, that taken care of feeling that makes him so warm in the chest. Tommy puts conditioner in his hair next, grabbing for the body wash while the conditioner sets in.

"I can-" he tries to protest, embarrassment creeping in at his fingertips. He never knows what to do when someone is this nice to him. He knows even less when he cares this much. He starts to create space between them as well, but Tommy hushes him and puts a stop to that both at once, pulling back just far enough to peck Damien on the mouth before setting back to his self-appointed task.

"Please, baby. Let me have you," Tommy whispers, not really a request but halfway to begging, voice rougher than before. It makes Damien shudder, moving back to his former place tucked into Tommy's skin. Tommy makes a little noise of approval cute and quick and Damien knows he's made the right choice. Tommy wants to take care of him. Tommy wants to make sure he's okay. Tommy wants him. Everything that is. Everything he is.

"'m yours," he promises softly, muffled into Tommy's shoulder. He can tell that Tommy heard him though, his boyfriend tensing against him before going purposefully lax. Of course it was a joke when Tommy said it. Fuck. "Sor-"

"Don't apologize. Don't take it back. Please." Damien doesn't know what to call Tommy's tone then, but perhaps a plea wouldn't be too far off. It sways him anyway, his hands heavy as they land on Tommy's hips, his mouth hot against Tommy's cool skin. He presses a kiss to Tommy's shoulder because he doesn't know what to say, which direction to take things back in. Whether he can allow himself this vulnerability or he needs to pull it back into his skin. Listing toward Tommy and safe in his arms, Damien chooses.

"I'm yours, Tommy," he repeats, the rasp of his voice just barely audible through the white noise of the shower. Tommy presses a kiss to his temple and grabs a wash cloth, rubbing Damien's back clean in small circles. Exhausted, Damien relaxes against him, letting his mind go blank and letting Tommy take care of this, whatever this is.

"You're mine," Tommy confirms, soft and happy. Damien knows he made the right choice. He'll take care of Tommy another day, but this too is part of belonging to and with someone. Allow them into your care and keeping. Let them see beneath the veneer of your readiness. Take a deep breath and let them hear when it hitches. Tommy starts humming at some point, low and not really to any particularly recognizable song from the sound of it, just mindless repetitions of little sounds. Maybe it's a song Tommy's working on in his head. Maybe it's just some weird shit he listens to that Damien has just never heard before. Neither would be unprecedented. He doesn't know how long they've been in the shower when Tommy decides they've been there long enough; he's been losing time for a while, everything in his head static. He herds Damien out in the same way he herded Damien in, wordless as he towels Damien dry. He just dances away from Damien's hands when he tries to reach out and return the favor, his grin just this shade teasing. Strangely, that's what makes Damien relax into his care, that knowledge that even with everything as it is, he still makes Tommy smile. Tommy's still happy.

Pausing in the doorway, Tommy cups Damien's face in his hands, kissing him gently.

"I love you, you know," he says, soft, and it's not the first time he's said it, but it hits the same every time. Damien goes soft in his hands, pressing a kiss into his palm.

"I love you too," he whispers, hiding his face in Tommy's palm. Tommy strokes his face and leads him to the bed, pushing Damien into sitting and climbing wordlessly into his lap. The weight of him spread across Damien's thighs is unspeakably reassuring, his forearms resting on Damien's shoulders, his forehead against Damien's. The world feels narrowed down to this bedroom right now, Tommy's hands on his chest pushing him onto his back. Damien follows willingly, looking up at Tommy perched on him confidently, nothing but fondness in his eyes. The fact that they're naked isn't even on the first ten things Damien would note about this moment, so caught up as he is in every other aspect. It's in Tommy's hands gentle on his skin, his lips even softer, kisses peppered on Damien's face, his throat, his collarbones, his shoulders, further. The touches are chaste, sweet and trailing.

He doesn't let up, just kissing in circles and and patterns and shapes and getting a little silly with it, grinning wide enough when he makes Damien giggle that Damien can feel it against his skin. God, he loves this man. This perfect, beautiful, ridiculous, impossible man. Tommy's hands stroke over his skin as well, the weight of them claiming, assessing, sure in the fact that this is where they belong.

"Tommy," he says, his voice so low it's wispy. Tommy picks his head up, looking up over at Damien through his lashes.

"Damien," Tommy says back, warm and rich as the brown of his eyes.

"Please," he says, not remotely sure what he's asking for but asking anyway, knowing that if anyone could know, it would be Tommy Bowe. Somehow, Tommy does know, rolling off of Damien and onto his back, pulling at Damien to get him to follow him to put his head on the pillows, laying facing one another. He pulls the blanket over them, kissing Damien again, this time on the mouth. He's cupping Damien's jaw again, holding him carefully in place and pouring love down his throat, both that to drink from and that to be drunk. Dutifully, Damien swallows from him, licks love from his teeth and presses his own back, does his best to give back everything Tommy might give him first. Tommy breaks the kiss and rests their foreheads together, his breath warm against Damien's face. He runs his nose along Tommy's, giving in to that age old impulse to be as close as possible. He can't help that he wants Tommy beneath his gaze, beneath his hands, beneath his skin.

"Big spoon or little spoon?" Tommy asks, kissing Damien's cheek. Damien turns his head just enough to make their cheeks brush, nuzzling into Tommy's skin.

"Can we- um. Can I lay on your chest? Just... wanna be able to feel you. If that's not weird," he says, cringing at his own stumbling through communicating exactly what it is he wants from his partner. Tommy makes a disapproving noise, bringing both hands up to cup Damien's face.

"Vice," Tommy says, kissing Damien softly, "versa." He finishes with another kiss to Damien's lips before he's guiding him down, laying back on the pillows and drawing Damien to lay with his head over Tommy's heart. Something in Damien settles at feeling the beat there, just an infinitesimal piece of proof that Tommy is real and here and holding him, that Damien isn't as alone as his head would make him out to be. He presses a kiss to Tommy's sternum, answered immediately by a kiss pressed into his hair.

"Thanks, Tommy," he says, quiet and grateful and untouchable, so safe as he feels tucked against Tommy, kept. Had. Tommy kisses the top of his head again, lingering there for a moment. He doesn't reply before Damien is already falling blessedly asleep.

#tommien #smosh rpf #smosh fic #rpf #mine #ask answered #damien #tommy #spreadsheet fill #prompt filled #drowninginredink

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