#Sarcasm cause I'm mad at life right now

[webslingingslasher]

I'm dying for there to be a fic where the reader is Stark's daughter and tells Peter that he has to watch her, Peter does it and the more he does it the more they connect the two and end up dating in secret, but one day reader discovers it and then angs to fluff??? Would you do it, i love how you write yes and thank you

*cleaning out my inbox/drafts* this is an old one but i loved it so much mcu peter HAD to make a comeback for this. // a little different than what you asked.

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you're livid and peter's scared.

your dad had shared a new piece of information in passing but it brought everything crumbling down. peter, your boyfriend, wasn't who you thought he was.

the person you thought was honest and gentle was really just a lying snake. he can wear manipulation well. even now, with wide eyes and a panicked grin you can't picture him hurting you like this. but you can feel it.

'hi, baby.' he knows you're mad, he's trying to approach this calmly.

'you're a fucking liar.' you just brought everything down to a negative level, peter feels his shoulders slump. he doesn't know what he did or how he lied. 'i'm sorry.' whatever he did caused venom to be directed his way and he doesn't like it at all.

'no you're not. you're a filthy, lying scumbag.' he's not trying to invalidate your feelings, but you're being really fucking mean to him and he really doesn't like this treatment from you. he's never been so hurt in his life, the person he loved with everything in him, can't get enough insults out their mouth.

'why are you talking to me like this?' he sounds pitiful and for a moment your heart breaks for him, you know how much you're hurting him right now but he broke your trust.

'my dad told me. i can't believe i fell for your bullshit, or was it all him? you're just some little drone for my daddy?' it was a blur of sarcasm and betrayal, and peter truly has no idea what he's done.

'what did i do? please tell me what i did.' he's pleading, he'd do anything to make it right. you scoff, everything seems so fake.

'my dad planted you into my life and you wormed your way into being my boyfriend.'

peter freezes, his stiff shoulders are your answer. 'it's true?' your voice cracked, the deception has your insides curling. you thought peter would deny it and kiss you a hundred times and tell you he wasn't that type of guy.

but he is and he did it.

'peter, it's true?' why do you want to cry? you were the one that was swindled. it hurts because you trusted him, it hurts because you thought he loved you just as much as you did him.

there's a new feeling, it's rage. you shared so much of yourself with him for nothing, you wasted time on him. you move on your own accord and you push your weight into his shoulders, trying to throw him back, it's useless. he doesn't even budge, but he still lets you try with everything in you.

'you're piece of shit! i... i fucking hate you!' the word has tears pricking your eyes. peter felt his entire heart shatter, he thinks you just told him the worst thing he's ever heard.

'i fucking loved you, peter. you were my everything. i loved you with everything in me, and it was all built on a giant lie. why would you do that to me?'

loved, loved, loved, loved.

peter goes numb, there's nothing to fight for, you didn't love him anymore. you push on his chest, he feels nothing, he moves with your motion. 'fucking say something!'

he blinks, he says the first thing on his mind. the only thing on his mind. 'i love you.' it enrages you even further, does he think it's a joke? 'fuck you, peter.' and with that, you turn to leave his room, his house, him.

peter might've messed up but he can't let you leave without trying to save this. he knows he fucked up. 'wait! don't leave yet, just let me explain it, okay? then you can go back to hating me.' the ending sentence felt like battery acid on his tongue.

you stand still. you’ve been hurt by him but you still love him no matter what you say, and that feels like a kick in the chest to yourself. if he can, you'll let him try and dig himself out of this hole.

'this, what we have, it's real. everything i did as your boyfriend was real. i love you with everything in me, you know i do.' you don't look like you believe it, it looks like you think he's just telling you what you want to hear.

'your dad...' peter doesn't know how he got here, he didn't expect it all to come out. 'look, i've always liked you, okay? you know that, we've talked about how when i first met you i was head over heels for you. your dad knew that too and he hated it. but then you were all sad about your friend so he suggested i just... befriend you.'

'suggested or told?' peter swallows hard, this is tricky even for him. 'i don't know. i just had the opportunity to talk to you and i took it. all your dad did was give me an in, that's it. everything else was all me, i promise.'

you sigh heavily, it sounds like something your dad would do. 'then why wouldn't you tell me this when we started dating?' peter gestures to you and all your fury. 'i didn't want this to happen. i didn't want you to doubt me. us. i didn't want you to doubt us.'

'so he told you to be my friend. nothing else?' peter winces, there's more to it and you're not sure if you want to hear it. 'okay, maybe he said to keep an eye out for you.' your face drops, peter's quick to keep talking. 'but i heard that as befriend! how could i keep you safe if we're not friends, right?'

it's not working, you seem more sad than mad now and peter prefers your anger. 'and when he saw how happy you were with me it changed and he gave me the go ahead to ask you out.' you'll bite your tongue on that one, you know it's because peter's a stickler for a father's blessing.

'when did he back out of the picture, peter?' the question un-eases him, and you have a feeling you know why. you pray it's not what you think, but it is.

'a couple months into dating.' peter jumps to continue, 'he never told me to date you, he just said it was a good thing and he was happy i was keeping you busy and making you happy. he gave me a little money for dates, but that's it, i swear.'

peter was taking money from him?

'so, while i was falling in love with you, my dad was paying you off? nice, peter. that's a real nice guy act.'

peter knows how it sounds, that's why he felt like he couldn't spit it out. the more time went on, the less he felt the need to share. 'that's not what it was, all he wanted was for me to be your friend, i promise. i'm the one that went a step further, i'm the one that wanted to be your boyfriend.'

you roll your eyes, how dumb does he think you are? 'of course you wanted to be my boyfriend, you were getting paid.' you couldn't be further from the truth, peter felt bad taking his money but it was to keep you happy and that's all he ever wanted to do.

he's failing pretty hard right now.

'no, that's not what it was. i was the one that planned everything, everything we built was because of me.'

'right. and he was just sponsoring it?'

peter's never fought harder for anything in his life. you were on the line. 'he pulled out when it started to get real. he said it was on me to take care of you and i did. i have been. i'm not lying, your dad might have put you into my life but every single part of me loving you was real and all me.'

you want to believe him. you want him to be telling the truth. and maybe if it all started because your dad wanted him to look out for you, you could look past it. but for him to double down and start taking money when you were calling him boyfriend makes you feel sick.

peter knows it's not working. 'baby, please-' you cut him off, 'don't you dare call me that, we're done. it's over. hope it was worth it.'

panic fills him, he suddenly feels hot. for a second peter sees black dots, he swears he's about to pass out. 'no, no, no. don't do this, don't do this to me.'

how did peter go from trying to salvage it to ruining it beyond repair?

your arms cross over your chest, it's a way to guard your hurting heart. it's not fair. you gave him so much of yourself just to learn it was all built on a lie, you can't choose between breaking out into a sob or wanting to punch his face.

'i really loved you, peter.'

'you still do. i know you do. you can't just stop loving me out of nowhere. i know i hurt you and i know i broke your trust but you can't stop loving me.'

you feel empty inside. peter was right, he hurt you. he hurt you big time. 'i'm going to try.' you can see how wet his eyes are, if he drops a single tear you'll go back on every word of yours. you have to leave and stand up for yourself because if you don't it'll be proof that he can treat you however he wants.

'please don't do this. i'll do anything, i'll... i'll...' he's drawing blanks, for the first time ever peter doesn't know how to fix anything. 'please don't leave me. i'll be better, i'll be who you need. i love you so much, please don't do this to me.' peter's grasping at straws and you feel your chest rattle when you tell him you're leaving.

peter drops to his knees, he's begging. 'i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry. i should've told you when we first started dating- no! i should've never done it, i should've told your dad to... to fuck off and, and, i'm so sorry! please don't break up with me, please.'

you've lost all edge, you feel just as broken.

'goodbye, peter.'

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it's been three days of reckoning and you're in a terrible mood. the blame has shifted, after you dumped peter and returned home to your bed you thought long and hard about it and realized that peter would've never done it if your dad didn't get involved.

if your dad didn't drop peter in as an informant, you wouldn't be here. if your dad didn't tell peter to buddy up with you, he'd still be your boyfriend.

you don't hate peter anymore, you're just sad. instead, you hate your dad. you hate how he ruined everything you had and ruined all your trust in him. you've refused to speak to him for three days, this morning he had enough of it when you slammed your door in his face.

he promptly allowed himself in and looked around your disheveled room, he knows something's wrong. 'woah. easy on, teen angst. talk to your dad, what's going on?'

you pretend he's not in the room with you. 'is something wrong? do you want me to call your boyfriend?' of course he wants peter over, he wants him to spy on you so your dad can corner him and sweat him out until peter spills.

you know how peter is and your dad took advantage of that.

'i broke up with peter. leave me alone.' there's a ring of silence, your dad is in shock. it would explain the sudden excuses on why peter can't come over, it would also explain your sour attitude.

'why would you do that?' because of him. because your dad had to get involved in your love life. 'because of you. you planted him in my life and paid him off to date me. i hate you.'

'is that what he told you?'

you don't know why you're talking to him. 'basically.' your dad sighs and sits on the edge of your bed, you resist the burning urge to kick his back.

'is this about what i said the other day? honey, i didn't ask him to date you and i didn't pay him off. i paid him when he helped me redo the lab. he must've gotten confused on the reasoning.'

you think about it. the lab was renovated right around the time you started dating and was finished right around when you became official. and peter did the brunt of heavy lifting and furniture shifting. he even had to reschedule a date because he was going to stay up all night to wrap up all the cords and label them to keep track.

'and for what it's worth, the kid's always liked you. i saw it on his face the second you shook his hand and i told him absolutely not. but the more i thought about it the more i thought why not?'

you're not saying anything but you're holding on to every word he says. 'i got tired of you moping around the place because of that brat you called a friend so i suggested he keep an eye out for you and be a friend if you needed one. honey, i knew what i was doing. i knew what was going to happen.'

peter left a lot of this out. a lot.

'he said you told him it was his job to take care of me now.' your dad laughs. 'yeah, i did. when he came to me shaking and halfway begging to let him be your boyfriend, i told him that he would have to grow a pair and take care of you.'

your dad turns and gives you a light smile, he pats your leg over the blanket. 'i don't think any part of it was a lie, kiddo. i just gave him the greenlight to do what he wanted to do the second he met you.'

tears sting your eyes, you think about how crushed peter looked. you imagine the tear in his heart was far greater than yours. you heard something and made your own assumption and peter can't back himself to save his life so you walked away from it entirely.

you were so mean to him. you belittled him and did the worst possible thing you could do. you told him you hated him. you blink fast to clear your eyes, tears start falling instead. you've been so mad you haven't been able to process what you did but it's hitting now and you feel broken.

'i told him i hated him. i've never said that to him, he was so sad. i was so mean to him, dad. i was calling him names and...' your breath catches, you feel like your throat’s closing up. 'i think i broke his heart.'

you curl up, you want to be left alone, you want to punish yourself. instead your dad tells you to 'get your sorry ass up and go apologize to your boyfriend.' it's a very short pity party.

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you rushed his front door. you felt like the longer you waited the closer your window closed. you stupidly blocked his number so now you're unaware if he's tried to reach out at all. you're knocking so hard your knuckles hurt.

'oh my good-' you push past may. it's incredibly rude and you'll have to add her to your apology train but the first and most important stop is peter.

'where's-'

peter steps out from his room, he looks at you cautiously and doesn't get halfway through your name before you're running to him and wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself against him. it's a full bodied hug.

'i'm so sorry and i love you. i love you so so much, i love everything about you. i love your voice in the morning, i love how you always give me an extra kiss at night to repel bed bug bites, i love how you never give me shit when i don't bring a jacket to the movies even though i'm gonna steal yours because i always get cold. i love how you always make me a bowl of cereal after we-'

'may.'

'-watch a movie. i love how you grew your hair out because i asked you. i love how you always ask to kiss me first. i love how you love me.' you squeeze him tighter.

'i told you i hated you and that couldn't be further from the truth. i love you so much and i was so mean to you and i just don't want you to think i hate you. i could never hate you, peter. i should've never said that, i can love you and be mad at you at the same time.'

peter quietly shushes you, it settles the bubble of anxiety in your chest. he's calming you down, he's doing what he always does when you're inches away from a panic attack. peter gently pulls at your hands around his neck to move them to his waist, it's instantly more comfortable, you're able to bury yourself into him.

'i don't want to be broken up anymore.' your voice cracks, you don't know what you'll do if he says no. you're spiraling, the consequences of your actions are falling into place. you're going to lose him.

peter pulls you back into reality. he always knows when you're too far gone, you can't imagine life without him anymore. 'calm down for a second, okay? i'm not going anywhere. i'm right here.' he turns his head back to his room, may's doing that thing where she pretends she doesn't see or hear what's going on but she's actually holding on to every word.

'wanna go lay down?' you nod fast and pull away to tug him into his own room, peter swears he sees a frown on his aunt's face. the second he shuts his door you start in on round two, you stop when he cups your face and softly shushes you again.

'please stop panicking.'

'i'll panic until you take me back. i should've never broken up with you, peter. i was yelling at my dad and then he told me what actually happened and we were both wrong and now you hate me.'

peter's eyes are shining, he's getting a little amusement from your distress and you allow it. it's the least you could give him after breaking him down into nothing.

'i told you to stop blocking me when you get mad at me.' you want to hit yourself in the face, you knew you missed out on something. 'never again, i promise. i can't do this again, peter. if i'm about to have a panic attack over something that's a non-issue i'll hate myself forever.'

'you really want to hate someone, don't you?' you seal your mouth closed. he's right, you've been saying it too much. even if he said it with a tilt in his voice you take it seriously.

'since someone is a little reactionary, i'll show you my phone.' peter paws at his back pocket before you have his phone in your hands, sure enough there's five missed messages.

the first one was an hour after you dumped him.

'upon further consideration, i reject our break up. you promised me that you'd never break up with me in the heat of an argument. not after the charity auction thing.'

'therefore, we are not broken up until you come over and do it at a later time.'

'love- your boyfriend <3'

'ps. even though you blocked me, i know you don't hate me.'

'you're just mad and you're soooo gonna regret that later.'

peter's right, you do regret it. your eyes are glossy when you reread the texts over and over, even at your worst he loves you. 'so, you're still my boyfriend?'

soft pokes are placed at your sides, you squirm with his touch. 'duh. i just stayed away until you figured it out.' you pout at him, your attack deemed unjustified.

'he wasn't paying you to take me on dates. he was paying you for renovating the lab. that's why the payments stopped after we started dating.'

peter never took money from your dad and your dad never employed peter. he nods slowly. 'oh, yeah, that would make a lot of sense.' you reach forward for another hug and speak into his chest.

'i'm sorry for being mean and trying to break up with you.'

'it's okay, baby.' you melt at a kiss on your hairline. 'you didn't mean it.'

'i promise i didn't.' you feel like a dog with a tail between their legs, there's not enough ways to say how sorry you are. 'i love you, petey.'

another kiss. 'i love you, too.'

he feels so warm, he feels like home. for the first time in three days you feel comfortable, you press into your boyfriend and he doesn't budge. you love how sturdy he is, you love how you can nearly hurt him with your love.

you squeeze him hard, using all your force and almost shaking you're holding him to you so tightly. when you start limiting his breathing, peter pushes down on your elbows.

'you're about to cuteness aggression me to death.'

'i love you.' you can't say it enough.

peter laughs, 'i love you.'

'no,' you peer up at him, it's been days since you kissed him. 'i really love you.' it's whispered, peter's lips twitch at your blown pupils. you almost purr when he cups your face. 'i know you do.'

peter knows that look. he's the one that created it. 'do you want me to-'

'yes.' you waste no time, pushing up and attacking his mouth with your own. you don't know why it's so harsh, you don't know why you're desperate to swallow him and show him how much you missed him, how much you need him. you want to prove how sorry you are.

'lock your door.' peter's eyes sparkle, that means one thing. he takes off so fast his socks slip on his floor and he catches himself on the wall, his lock flicked in seconds.

peter tugs at the back of his shirt, 'naked kisses?' you bite your lip and nod, 'i could go for a bowl of cereal.' 

#peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #peter parker mcu #my writing

[strongheartneteyam]

Get your shit together so I can love you.

Pairing: human!jake sully x female!human!reader

CW: angsty, so angsty, established relationship, MIGHT BE TRIGGERING for some audiences, disabled person feeling insecure about their body, fluff, crying, yelling, cursing, sexual language, hurt, comfort, sexual content, mentions of sexual fluids, foreplay, mentions of fingering, jake touching reader's pussy. Please, tell me if I'm missing something 🥲

Author's note: This AU is set on 2009. Jake is just a regular 24 year old former marine who ended up losing the movement of his legs permanently after an unfortunate accident that happened while he was fighting for his country, amidst a terrible, unforgiving war. The reader is a 21 year old regular human girl. There is no sci-fi or aliens involved. I totally understand if it's not your cup of tea as it's almost not canon at all to the Avatar Universe. I guess I just kept most stuff canon to Jake as a character. As I said, it's an AU. Just call me Miss Marvel and call this a version of Jake that exists somewhere in the wide multiverse 😂 guys I'm way too sleepy and exhausted that I'm starting to sound a bit drunk... gonna shut my piehole up now. I hope you guys like it. ✨ I need to sleep ughhh ✨

Not proofread. Sorry, my babies, momma is always too tired n running low on time.

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I tapped on your window on your darkest night

The shape of you was jagged and weak

There was nowhere for me to stay, but I stayed anyway

You fire off missiles 'cause you hate yourself

But do you know you're demolishing me?

And then you squeeze my hand as I'm about to leave

Renegade (Big Red Machine feat Taylor Swift)

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You walked to your boyfriend's house, watching the starry dark sky above. It was a full moon night, its pale light bathing your skin as you thought about how you missed Jake. You had just gotten back from a family trip yesterday and hadn't had time to go over to Jake's house to see him yet. You were so anxious to see his face again that you didn't even bother to call him to let him know you were about to come over.

When you got there, as soon as you opened the door with the copy of the keys Jake had given to you, you saw a miserable looking man sitting on a wheelchair, staring at the wall, eating a burger and fries and drinking beer. You swore to God one day you'd slap his hand and tell him to eat healthier. He ate junk food and drank way too much. His face was grumpy and a little sad at the same time. But it was your Jake. It didn't matter to you that he always looked like he was done with everything, he was so freaking handsome and charming, so, you could get past his moodiness. At the end of the day, you loved him so very deeply it made you feel like there was not enough space for so much love inside your body.

"Hey, babyyy!" You say, locking the door behind you "Sorry for not calling before coming over. I'm gonna stay the night, okay? I missed you so much..." You walked towards Jake and kissed his warm cheek, leaving the keys on a piece of furniture nearby

"Hi, baby. I missed you like crazy. I'm so glad my girlfriend is back here with me." He smiled at you. That was the first time he smiled, in a truly happy way, that night. You were the light of his life, he always felt better when you were around. He had missed you like a mad man, especially at night, when he looked at pictures of you/the both of you together on his black laptop. "And I gave you the keys for a reason. No need to say sorry. It's not like I go out on Wednesday evenings anyway.. Or any night of the week" He laughed in sarcasm. "I'm always here at this time." You laughed a bit and he took another bite of his burger

"I'm gonna take a quick shower, ok? Be right back" you said loudly as you walked to the bathroom

The day you and Jake had decided to be in a serious relationship, after you let the words "I love you" slip off of your mouth, by accident (you didn't even know if he crushed back on you, let alone reciprocating your feelings), Jake was so insecure, thinking you were just playing him, that it took him one week after that happened to finally say "I love you" back. You were getting sadder and more impatient as time passed. When he finally did, it was through texting. When you saw the message in your cellphone screen, your heart raced like a wild horse in a big forest.

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Later that night, you and Jake were cuddling, half sitting, half laying on the couch. Jake watched a movie on the television as you tried to read a book. But your attention span was equal to zero. You felt your boyfriend's warmth beneath your body, so comforting, so inviting. You wanted him so bad. You two had been together for almost one year and no sex had ever happened. You were starting to think that maybe he didn't find you that attractive, after all. That thought was like a rusted knife digging into your heart.

You closed your book since you couldn't go past the same sentence you were reading and re-reading all over again, too many times.

You moved your body from where it was and sat on top of Jake's legs, straddling his lap, taking him by surprise. He looked at you wondering why you suddenly gave up on your book if you had been bugging him for months about how bad you wanted to read it, but, you preferred reading a physical copy, as you told him, so he bought a copy for you that he found on sale just so you could stop talking to him about the same thing over and over. But he was actually just kidding, inside his own mind. He bought it for you because he knew you were gonna get really excited, just like a little child, and thank him by showering him with kisses. He loved being kissed by his pretty girlfriend.

"The book wasn't interesting enough, babe? Weren't you dying to read it?" He chuckled and then smiled, placing his big, warm hands on your thighs, making the small, thin hairs of that part of your body stand on end

"I just can't concentrate right now. That's all..."

"Is everything alright?" He noticed the angst in your expression

"Jake... We've been together for almost one year now, and... we haven't had sex yet. Don't you... don't you feel the need to do it with me? Do you still feel attracted to me? Why do you never try to initiate anything other than kisses and caresses? You've never even tried to touch my boobs... and you told me you loved them, over texting"

"Wait, slow down a bit" Jake asked of you and you stopped to breathe a little "Of course I feel attracted to you." He put a small lock of your hair behind your ear, so he could see your beautiful face better "I want you so bad... so fucking bad, you got no idea, girl. You drive me insane, my girl. I can't resist you when you're sitting on my lap like this" He caressed your face softly, light blue eyes staring at your own

"Then don't. Don't resist me. You don't have to. You just have to let me kiss you and touch you and show you how wet you make me, without even doing anything crazy, just by touching my skin like this and letting me sit on your lap."

"Baby, I...I can't" Jake looked down, sadness clouding his beautiful face. You hated to see your boyfriend like that. Why didn't he realize he didn't need to be so insecure? You loved him, all of him. No matter how badly he always talked about his legs or the fact that he couldn't do even basic day to day activities easily, because of his disability, you didn't care. You loved him. Freaking loved him to death.

"Why not?!" You were desperate for an explanation

"I could never be all you need. I wish I could but that's wishful thinking. Don't fool yourself, (y/n)."

Your eyes got filled with tears and you felt a lump forming in your throat. It was like your chest was sore, bruised from his harsh words.

"You are all that I want! All that I need, Jake! Why can't-"

"Don't make it harder than it already is, (y/n)!" The blonde guy interrupted you, his words colder than ice, burning your skin, already so sensitive from from taking all the hurt Jake was causing you by not letting you just simply love him right, be his girlfriend... "Get off me, please." So freezing cold...

You were a crying mess already, so, you felt so weak you just obeyed him and stood up, leaving him free from your body. Jake transferred himself from the couch to his wheelchair as fast as he could. He then started wheeling himself away from where you were

"Please...Please!" You say, chasing your crazy boyfriend like an idiot, while he moves his wheelchair fast towards his small room "stop being so insecure and just lemme love you." Jake stops, his freckled pale arms turning the wheels around so he could look at you

"Why do you insist on being tied down to a cripple?! Don't you get it?! You are so, so damn beautiful, (y/n). Your smile, your hair, your body... Jesus, your fucking body... You're so hot. You deserve... a man who can give you all that a relationship can offer. I can't be that man. I will never be him. I'm sorry you don't get it, but it's time for you to move on!!!" He yelled. You've never seen Jake so angry. His face was red, his eyes were gleaming, tears starting to roll down his face. He felt like his heart was breaking in a billion little pieces. He'd rather go through war, become traumatized and then have his spine injured all over again, because, honestly, it would hurt him less than what he was doing to you right now. But he knew he had to do it. "I love my (y/n) so much, I always will. But she should be happy, free from me." He thought

"Stop running away from me, Jacob Sully!" You ordered, as soon as you catch up to Jake, getting inside his room, your breath heavier than normal "I'm warning you, I will take you in my arms, no matter if you say you're too heavy, and I will lay you on this bed, against your will, if that's what I need to do so you will stop pushing me away! And don't ever call yourself a "cripple" again! I swear to God, you're testing me tonight! I won't let you speak like that about yourself. Never again! Do you understand me?!" You almost screamed

Jake sighed heavily, in defeat. With both arms, he started to support himself on his wheelchair, moving his body to the bed.

One he was settled there, sitting down with his back against the cushioned bed frame, he spoke: "Baby, I'm sorry for yelling at you like that... it was wrong. You don't deserve that. Please, forgive me." Looking at you with those eyes he had you on your knees, every single time.

"It's okay..." You looked hurt but your forgave him. You wanted to try and forget that had ever happened.

"I love you... so much."

You gazed at him and felt a need to comfort him

You sat on his bed, beside him and held his hand. After some time, you and Jake were cuddling, you sitting on his lap. He brought his mouth to yours and kissed your lips. You missed his kisses so much that you got wet so easily, just like a virgin would.

Jake grabbed the back of your head with care and deepened the kiss, using his tongue to massage yours. The way he kissed you was leaving your lips slicked with his saliva. You moaned and he held tight on to your waist, heavy breathing, his warm breath colliding with your own, the two of you getting drunk on each other. His lips were crushing against yours and that felt so amazing.

Out of nowhere, he stopped the kiss and when you tried to kiss him again he gently pushed you away, seeming uncomfortable.

"I gotta stop, baby... I can't pleasure you more than this..." he looked defeated

"Of course you can. You have fingers and a mouth, don't you? Then put them to use, baby. Your girl is begging you to pleasure her. Don't you want to help me out a bit?" You started to kiss his neck gently but sloppy. You breathed his scent in. It was so familiar, so comforting to you. He smelled like home. Home, for you, was wherever Jake was, right by your side.

Jake was starting to slowly give in and he let out a breathy moan. You felt happiness creeping in your head, your heart beating faster.

Jake did something that in his mind, was so damn bold. He dared to touch you in a very intimate way - he was as nervous as a teenager having his first sexual experience - moving his hand from the bed sheet until it got to your entrance. Jake's breath faltered as he touched your coated folds gently, his chest tightening while he looked at your face. His light brows furrowing, his demons still trying to convince him that you could not be turned on because of him.

"Sweetheart, you're so soft... just so... so wet." He was getting shaky, aroused as hell, feeling how wet you were for him

He was finally ready to just relax and enjoy the moment, as he touched your coated pussy.

"Wait a bit, will ya?" You ask, getting off his lap, standing on your feet and then stripping down to him. Your clothes were laying on the floor, as you felt a little shy but excited to see his reaction to seeing your naked body for the first time.

"Fuck, my baby. How did I get so lucky? Your body is so fucking perfect...." He put his hand up in the air, towards your own hands and you grabbed it and let him sit you back on his lap.

Jake started to touch your breasts softly, his mouth slightly open, desire scorching his insides. Your skin burned so good beneath his fingers. Then, he placed his big fingers on your slit

"God, this fucking wet pussy..." he was having trouble breathing but he loved the way you messed with his head

"I'm all yours, baby. Please, just let go and make love to me. I need you so bad it hurts me physically." You begged him to put an end to your misery

"Is that what my babygirl really wants?" He murmured, his voice low and sexy, ringing on your ears

"Yes, my love. Please... I'm so wet, Jake... only for you, my baby." You felt his fingers touching your pussy and your body became limp

"I love your pussy, baby. So velvety, warm and juicy. Can't wait to slide my fingers inside of you over and over again until you're all sweaty and whimpering"

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[woneuntonzz]

competitive academic rival!eunseok x overachiever, afab!reader

“ started with a spark,¹ now we're on fire.² ” ; (1/2)

warning/s: cussing, violent thoughts

content: songfic, enemies to lovers, academic rivals, fluff, incy-wincy bit of angst, very lovey-dovey i'm actually attached, mention of other idol names for world building !!

wc: 5.7k!!

⋆⭒°｡⋆ i feel like we've made it pretty far, now we're stargazing ☄️ ; inspired by The Neighbourhood's Stargazing 🎶

“Stupid algebra.”

Eunseok was never the type to grumble, but in this particular scenario, how could he not? 

You were getting too good at math, better than him even. You were assigned by your teacher to create two algebraic word problems by pair. You were most certainly not expecting to get paired with him.

Your school life could've been perfect if it all had remained as simple as it was, but he had to pop out of nowhere to ruin everything for you. You've been a straight A student ever since stepping foot on a school, unfortunately for you, so was he. 

A second year transfer from the pits of hell.

“Are you trying to say he's hot?”

“Ew, no. Why'd you even ask something that stupid.”

Your friend shrugs at you. “Cause hell is hot?”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” 

A stone-faced egomaniac, just as much as you were a people pleaser that strived off of sarcasm. 

If you thought he was jerk-of-the-year, he thought you're pathetic, and for that reason he paid you special attention. He saw you as this pretentious overachiever that got everyone's approval for a reason he could not understand, either way he refused to understand.

But now you had him caged, tied down, crawling in the dark because of a math problem that you created. It was humiliating for him, but even more so redeeming and amusing for you. 

“Is this a trick question? you sure you're not trying to make a fool out of me?” you scoffed at the frustration being hinted in his tone and his mouth moved fast, apparently not as fast as his brain should've been.

“Uh, yeah. I don't like wasting my time —just admit you can't solve it, geez.” the sound of his pencil hitting his desk followed right after you. “Are you mad at me?”

You looked at his face. Not an ounce of expression could be seen from it. This would be the pinnacle of your hatred, how he's just so good at hiding how annoyed he truly was that you could outsmart him, outperform him in oral recitations, that both teachers and students seemed to be so fond of you. 

You avert your gaze from him. “What an interesting story it would be, Y/n staring at me.”

Halfway from lowering your head to recheck your equations, your head would snap back at him. 

“Don't get too cocky now, the numbers and variables won't solve themselves.” you went back to your paper, expecting to hear not another breath from him.

“So you were staring?” 

You held yourself back from cursing right at his face, pulling on the ends of your skirt as you readjust your position. “No, I believe being a smartass would have granted you the ability to conclude that I simply just refuse to acknowledge your bold assumption.”

You heard him scoff. It was such an excruciating sound, like nails against a chalkboard. He wouldn't speak again for another ten minutes, and when he did, he had already snatched your notebook from you.

“Being respectful and asking isn't in your list of attributes?” you retort, but he remained unbothered, flicking through your notebook and dismissing your foreboding stare. 

You watched as his eyes scanned through your notes. 

“Hmm…” his menacing hum sent shivers down your spine. “No wonder why.” he scoffed again, throwing your notebook into your hands with forgiving force. 

He had a smug look on his face that you wanted to wipe off with such pressure that could erase his entire existence.

“You missed a step, miss know-it-all. Try harder next time.” 

Your notebook hit the top of his head, exerting all the strength you had left in you. The impact was so loud and potent that he could no longer speak —is what could've happened if you weren't so patient. You're not a child after all, so admitting to your mistakes came easier unlike then. These hostile thoughts would only arise because of how tenacious he could be. 

He was right, you missed a step and he saved your project. You would never be in the mood to be thankful, you still wished he could get one of his feet bitten off and not show up in class again. You doubt he was the same with everyone, well, sure, he kept displaying impassiveness towards everyone, but you'd prefer if he'd stay that way and not contest you in anything and everything. 

You wished your misery would end at that, but he'd go on about it everyday. It was definitely on purpose, purposely letting you answer first when both of you had your hands raised, and then answering after, giving a much more impactful stand and if it was a bad day, he'd go on to correct you one way or another and oppose your opinions. You've learned to wait for him to finish answering before you raised your own hand. He picked up on it quickly, you should've known, so he'd go all out when answering, not leaving a single detail out for anyone else, especially you.

Both of you were never certain just how much of an effect you had on each other, but it was there and very undeniably so. Your classmates could see it, your teachers were no exception —your teacher's and other school officials being the few he'd spare his enthusiasm. 

Nobody knew just how far the two of you would go, but it wouldn't take long until he'd finally pushed your buttons down in place. 

“With all due respect Ma'am, Mr. Song and I aren't even friends. I don't think it would make sense for us to copy off of each other's work.” a frown fell upon your face, bracing yourself for whatever Eunseok had to say after shaking his head.

“Ma'am, you must know by now that I would never even attempt such a thing… Miss Y/s/n however…” with slightly knitted brows, the grip of your clasped hands became tighter. “I mean, where's her fair share of well written essays anyways?”

Utter disbelief washed over you. You had a lot to say, a lot of daggers to throw at his chest. 

“Miss Y/s/n, got anything to say for yourself?” It took you about eight seconds to have enough courage to look your English teacher right in the eyes.

“I stand by what I said. I did not copy off of anyone.” 

At the end of the day, you'd walk out of the teachers' faculty room in tears. However, you'd never let anyone catch you in that state of vulnerability and you'd be out of their sight by the time you broke down.

“Y/n!” it was that stupid voice of his again, now it called for you. 

Wiping your tears away, you weakly seek for the cockiness that he'd proudly carry around you. But there was none —he had nothing on him that you could see through your watered eyes.

“Y/n, can we please talk?” the way he grabbed your wrist made your cringe, immediately pulling away before he could even get ahold of you.

“Oh, you wanna talk now? Why didn't you tell her? Why didn't you say that the essay you were holding was not yours?” you tried your best to hold your composure, but halfway into it, your voice cracked and your tears continued to flow.

“Yes, I knew it wasn't mine, but how would I know that it wasn't you who copied whoever wrote that—”

“Are you that fucking shallow? you've been making my life fucking miserable just cause I could do some things a little better than you —you had no reason to hate me —why do you hate me?”

Why did I hate you again? —he searched within the crevices of his mind, “Why wouldn't I when everyone else loves you—”

“Everyone? you know nothing, don't pretend you don't hear others spreading rumors about me.” —the thing is, he never heard them. 

He never cared about everyone else, in his world, he had only one nemesis —you, the only one he thought was worth his thoughts, and his precious time.

“I didn't copy, and whoever did that can—” you had to stop yourself from spewing out anything from your jumbled mind. “Get off my back, fuckface.”

He watched as your feet almost stumble on nothing as you rushed out of the school building. The paper he held whilst he humiliated you in front of your teacher was not his. He went back to the faculty room to ask his teacher why he was called in when the paper had no name or class number written on it at all. 

“The writing is excellent, I couldn't really think of anyone else capable of this. While Miss Y/s/n does have a lot of potential, the sudden shift of word choice and the incredible transitions between the points were flawless.” Eunseok's eyes grew a little wider.

“But it really isn't mine. I haven't submitted anything yet, I was facilitating an org program all week.” 

“Is that so?” the teacher held her chin as she hummed. “Well, we owe Miss Y/s/n an apology, don't we?”

Eunseok nods hesitantly, answering the teacher only in his mind —Only mine, my apology.

“We just have to figure out who submitted that nameless paper.” 

“I'm on it.” Eunseok had only mindlessly gotten himself into something he knew he didn't have a knack for.

While he was familiar with the faces he often saw around school, he'd never really waste his time on familiarizing himself with the attitudes, the eyes and the voices. He has friends, but they were all in his org, with the same motivations and skill level as him.

The next couple of days, he'd observe, but would fail to be inconspicuous. 

You ignored the eyes that lingered at your direction, you thought he was sick for even daring to look anywhere near you. 

He was trying to see who stuck around you, especially when you were at your most useful. 

He was lucky when three days later you were assigned to conduct a trio experiment project on microbiology. The one that seemed to be your best friend was pulled into another group, while two other girls who he'd never seen you hang around with as often would pull you to them.

“You're ours!” The pitchy exclamation from one of the girls inflicted pain to Eunseok's ears.

He fanned his apprehension away to the people who dared to approach him and slowly made his way to you, walking closely behind you as you exited the classroom after briefly greeting your groupmates. 

You could feel his lanky figure following you, but you were persistent. 

“Y/n.” his conceit would shatter when you continued to walk as if he was just a lone spirit cursed to follow you. 

When you were near the library, he swiftly got in front of you, blocking the door. You rolled your eyes at him, turning your feet around to go back, to where? —you didn't have anywhere else to be. 

“Where are you going?” His question halted your steps. 

You finally faced him, mimicking his stoicism. You didn't answer, he didn't deserve an answer. 

“There'll be one duo for the project since there's forty-two of us.” you just stood there and waited for him to speak again. A scoff almost broke out of you when you watched the movement on his throat as he gulped in search of his next words. “Be with me.”

He picked the wrong words and it shuddered your core, he saw it, looking into your eyes as he added with haste, “Be my partner for the project.”

His heart sinks, seeing your eyebrows nearly touch each other. “Did you seriously think I'd even consider it?”

You shook your head, moving towards the door behind him making him move aside warily. You were sane enough to not slam the door at him, and after all you were entering a library. Shh —at that point you had no idea if the librarian had shushed you or if it was just the voices in your head. I hate him, he's just another jerk.

All he had to say was he had already talked with the teacher, and that he's helping —or offered doing all the work himself in finding the culprit responsible for your misfortune. The affliction could've easily been avoided, he was only now starting to realize how much of an asshole he was three days ago. 

Everyone loved you —loved was in the past, people would prove to be ever-changing. 

“I'm really not surprised she plagiarized, she's such a try-hard.” it was meant to be a whisper, but Eunseok could hear it, finally.

“I know right? is it that hard to admit that Eunseok is better—”

“Shh! he's right there!” 

He'd only subtly shake his head at their lax attempts to keep quiet, it seemed as if they wanted him to hear. He felt small under their disparaging mouths. They were all way below him, but somehow they've evoked his frailty with running gossips. 

The cluster of students would flinch at the loud sound of his chair's feet grinding against the floor as he stood. 

Without facing them, he spoke, “She didn't plagiarize anything, she's better than all of you, better than…” his eyes shifted from ahead of him to the floor beneath him. “...me.”

And he could only say so because you weren't there to defend yourself, even then, you wouldn't have the strength to speak up against them.

He'd run into you on his way out of the classroom, and he would stand there and stare into the empty hallway as you walked past him with your headphones on and textbooks in hand. 

He hoped you would see it —he had left you a note under your desk. Be my partner (please?) ;It had a drawing of keroppi, you grew to despise that character. You'd always see it doodled around his notes, and that time you were in the same group for a mosaic project where he had sketched the frog in pencil on multiple spots of your worksheet.

“Keroppi is cute, you should accept his offer.” you almost gagged at your friend —Yunjin's suggestion.

“No, after what he did? Why should I?” Yunjin shrugged at you.

“Maybe he has something to say, maybe he might even apologize.” you avert your eyes from your laptop, giving yourself a second, and more to think.

Apologize? him? with that inflated ego of his he might as well just tell everyone I plagiarized his work. —you vigorously shook your head. “He wouldn't.”

Scrolling through an article in your laptop, your eyes glided over an ad that read, Looks tough? look again., the image of Eunseok's dismay flaunted by his usually stoic face flashed in your mind. You swore you have never seen him that way before. 

He had never raised eyebrows at you or looked at you for more than ten seconds. You both held the same high regard for your time, and for as long as you've started this enclosed war with him, you've had this unspoken vow to never waste a minute of your time on each other unless it was necessary for you to accomplish your goals. 

“Well, are you really going to group up with Yuri and Ahra? they've been milking you like a cow.” you chuckled despite your friend's genuine worry.

“Well what can we do? They need us.” you watched Yunjin shake her head at your response, a bitter smile spreading across her lips. 

You had no choice. You would definitely tell your teacher if they had no contributions, but they tried.Most of the time their work would be utter garbage, but as the assigned leader for every group work and a renowned top student, you were obligated to put up with their shit and correct every mistake and redo it if it was completely useless.

It's this aspect of yours that Eunseok could never compete with, more of a reason for him to despise you. You could easily talk your way in and out of your classmates' favor, and he thought it was unfair. 

Was it your stupid smile? your gaze so sweet it could kill a man? nonetheless, it was unjustifiable. You can't just be perfect.

He knew you weren't perfect, that you still made errors. When he read the copycat of the essay you made for yourself, he could tell it was definitely yours. The copy was plagiarized word for word, technically he was reading through your very essay. There was an overlooked grammar error, you missed a word in one of the sentences of your conclusion. 

For a minute, he loathed the chuckle that escaped his mouth when he spotted that error. It was very unlike him and he noticed a few of his classmates looking at him like he was an extraterrestrial. Ridding of his immersion, he swiftly folds the paper he was reading, hiding it under his desk. 

You were so flawed, yet he hated you for being perfect. 

“Hate's a strong word.” Eunseok didn't even dare to look at Shotaro as he spoke.  

His left leg was restless, bouncing up and down continuously putting it to an abrupt stop as he replied, “Yeah. So, maybe it's not hate.”

As much as he'd like to deny, he knew he fixated on you —your best qualities— as much as he did his studies. Perhaps it was envy, but it wasn't like he tried ousting you from everyone, he would only watch from a distance whilst you connected with others, and he disconnected himself from the world, too preoccupied with the thought of you. Sure, he could never stare at you, but your image in his mind was crystal clear. So it must be jealousy. But was he really jealous of you, or the people you chose to be involved with?

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School hours have ended, the bell rang and it was soon followed by heavy chattering and some laughter. You could also hear some pained groans, must be because of piling deadlines —you thought as you walked past the rambling crowd. 

You are one amongst those who had no time to wander outside of school perimeters for trifling activities like hanging around. You had responsibilities, responsibilities that did not stray far from your academics, responsibilities that kept you busy and distracted from the sorrows of your life. 

“Y/n! hi! I was wondering…” you turned around, being met with the pretty-faced Yuri and by the look in her eyes and her disheveled cheer uniform, you already knew her purpose of approaching you. “I'm really busy with cheerleading these days, we have a big recital coming up. I was just wondering if you could help me with our oral comm project.”

Busy? busy fucking the jocks? —you hid your hostility behind a lenient smile. “Yeah, sure. Will do.”

“Thanks so much!” you yelped when she had —almost aggressively— pecked your cheek before she ran out of the school building.

Well, the help was only writing a five-page transcript accompanied with unfabricated evidence that you could only hope she'd study for her own sake. You couldn't really say no. You didn't play a major part in the student body org or the literary club, and you were still not accepted in the journalism team. There was no way you could say that you were busy too.

Taking another step, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Three quick taps, whoever it was, you felt their aggression falter in between those taps. You turn around again, thinking it might be Ahra. 

“You saw the note, right?” an exasperated sigh leaves your lips.

“The groups are finalized. Find another partner.” you spoke as you turned your back against him, your tone was a mimicry of his. 

“But…” you halt your steps. Pathetic. —you thought he sounded pathetic, and it was amusing, somehow made you want to hear whatever he had to spew.

“But I want you.” When he saw you shake your head and continue to shun him, he promptly added, “We need to talk, please.”

You were already out the door. It was like a scene in a drama, a very melancholic scene. 

For the first time in Eunseok's life, he'd feel like he made the biggest mistake of his life.

“Oh, sorry!” he kept his eyes straight ahead when Yunjin bumped into him. 

He watched you through the glass, as Yunjin ran after you with a query, “Is he asking you to be his partner again?” 

You sigh again, weakly nodding your head. You felt his gaze through the glass doors, instinctively, you looked back. He was at a great distance from you, but you could see his apologetic eyes. Still, you refused to accept them, shying away from his stare as your subconscious drives you to grab Yunjin by the wrist and pull her away with you. 

Writing an argumentative essay is nothing for you, but why can't you just say it? —he was frustrated with himself, his misguided words, his hesitancy. All he had to say was, I spoke to our teacher about your essay, we're trying to find out who did it. I'm sorry. —just as simple as that. 

He kept his eyes on his feet as he walked to the bus stop, vanity hanging low, wondering when he should try again. If he were to do so, he must do it soon. 

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You had left your study music playing as you rushed back to your classroom to grab your favorite pen. It was the best pen, the best brand that fit your handwriting. It made your writing look effortless and pretty, and you hated when you'd use another pen that makes your writing look like you missed all writing days in kindergarten. 

Before you could reach your classroom though, you were stopped by your English teacher. You almost flinched thinking she'd still have this condemn attitude towards you. 

“Hi Miss Y/s/n, i'm sure Mr. Song had already told you about, you know, the essay.” she looked expectant, but you were still clueless.

“Oh, Ma'am, I actually haven't heard anything from him.” —anything other than his constant, piteous pursuits of having you as his partner. 

“Oh, I thought he would've told you by now —well, anyways…” your teacher holds on to your forearm, moving the both of you aside, out of the way of passersby. “We're trying to find out who plagiarized your work, Mr. Song has offered to help as an apology.”

Your eyes widened by itself, shifting and blinking to the melody of your teacher's short hum. “I have three leads, two of them might've not passed their essays yet —and one is the culprit. A Joo Yuri, Choi Jiung, and Matthew.” you nod along with your teacher's words.

It's Yuri again. —you knew all too well.

“Make sure to inform Mr. Song about this too, I apologize for my inconsiderate assumptions.” she holds your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she finishes speaking.

You nod hazily, his name still blurry to your auditory canals, “Will do Ma'am.” your utterance was faint, like you were going to break down into a sob. 

Your teacher leaves you a small hug before walking away.

You clear your throat to no one, almost forgetting why you were there, where you were supposed to be. Why didn't he say anything? —was all you could think about as you made small steps to your classroom. Maintaining your pace, you went to your desk, looking and feeling for your pen, but it wasn't there when it should be. You had one knee making contact with the ground, you remained still next to your chair, unsure of where else to look. It wasn't like you constantly shifted places in the classroom, even during vacant times you were always just sitting pretty on your seat. 

You stood up after another minute, and there you saw him from the corner of your eye. He was only two seats behind you, the image was blurry in your peripheral vision, but you knew he was looking at you. You pretend to fix your uniform, fingers clumsily gliding through your shirt's collar and tugging your skirt down a bit. With a quiet sigh, you would turn your back against him again, but instead of lifting a foot and head back to the library, you just stood there. 

He hoped you had a reason for not moving as fast as you'd usually be, one that would lead you to finally accepting his offer. He was obviously oblivious to the fact that you already knew about his personal little mission, so when you rushed near his desk and said, “Wait for me by the drinking fountain near the exit.” the distinguished fire that he had in soul would form sparks. 

His hopeful eyes watched your figure hurry out of the classroom. He knew you'd ignite his flame again, and with an unspoken promise to himself —and to you, he'd grow to treat you as his equal. 

He took anxious steps to meet you later that day, he still wasn't so sure if you had called him there to slap some sense into him or not. 

He'd be a few meters away when you spot him, keeping your gaze at him as he got closer. When he finally stood in front of you, your mutual eyes would meet. It was the closest he'd seen your eyes, and it reflected his own. It was overwhelming for him, and he'd look down to the floor at his right.

“I'll be your partner.” he snaps his head back up to meet your expectant gaze. 

His eyes were the widest you've seen them, you almost wanted to laugh. You tried your best to keep the corners of your lips from rising, but he saw it. It was small and short lived, but it was something worth his own smile spreading across his face. 

However, you would never see that smile since you'd left him after two minutes, but the watchful eyes of your school saw —those who knew him for being so aloof wanted to ask him what made him that way when they had never seen him smile like that. 

“Won the lottery or something?” Shotaro had come up to him from behind, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Huh? Why'd you ask?” Shotaro only shook his head at him, not minding to explain further.

Eunseok seemed to be indifferent to his own feelings as he'd never realized then just how odd he looked to everyone else, especially Shotaro —who had known him since he transferred, swore he'd never seen him make a face like that. 

“You have got to tell me what happened.” 

It was a soft urge, but Eunseok gave in so easily, words slipping off his tongue like they've been sitting there, “She said yes.”

Shotaro had to stop him for a moment, confused as to what he was referring to. Did he ask someone out? —then he remembered the little mission that Eunseok had about asking you to be his project partner. It felt like centuries for him to finally succeed, and when he did he still he thought it was all because of his own effort.

The next day however, his theory would be debunked, finding out that your English teacher had beat him to it.

“It's either Yuri, Jiung or Matthew according to Mrs. Cho.” you were clear-cut with your words, giving him a good three minutes to think of what to reply. 

You were situated in the school's microbiology lab, seated close enough for the two of you to have a comprehensive conversation as you prepared for the project.

“It should be Yuri, right?” the words that fell from his lips had caused a stagger in your movement. 

“What makes you say so?”

“She sticks around you often —during group assignments. She seems so desperate to have you around, and for what? only to make use of you?” 

Your eyes lingered at the side of his face, unbeknownst to you, he's been looking at you the whole time when you weren't looking at him. He'd slowly look back at you, a low chuckle escaping his mouth when he saw a speck of shock on your face. 

Your eyes only grew wider at the sound of his voice, it was unlike his conceited scoffs, and he did not present himself as usual, there was no arrogance in him it seemed.

“I hope you don't call her your friend. She's not. Friends don't use you, friends don't keep you around because they need you to maintain their B pluses and get a few A's.” his voice had a hint of softness in it, it made you avert your eyes from his.

“I know that. I have a friend —I have Yunjin.” you could see him nod from the corner of your eye. 

“That's good, but maybe stop saying yes to those idiotic low-lives.” as harsh as his words were, his tone contradicts them, sounding like a fresh breath of air on a summer night.

You stared at the poster at the other end of the room, a poster about culturing. You two were like pathogens, slowly growing to understand each other. 

He'd keep the image in his head. He could only see one side of your face, but it was enough for him to see your eyes softening as you zoned out, still refusing to smile wholly. 

Later that day, he walked to the teacher's faculty, straight to Mrs. Cho's desk and he bluntly states, “Joo Yuri, it's Joo Yuri who copied Y/n's essay Ma'am.”

The English teacher would tell him shortly after that she'd already figured it out since the two other leads had already passed their essays earlier that day, but she still thanked him —and reminded him to pass his own essay before the end of the week. 

He'd finally rid of the needle stuck in his mind, it was just that now, he'd find himself a different reason to stick around you. 

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Yuri and Ahra had seated themselves with you and Yunjin in the cafeteria, confused as to why they were now grouped with some other brainlet and not you. You would carry on to explain to them why as you ate your food, but Yuri would interrupt, “Isn't it unfair for you and Eunseok to be in the same group?”

And Ahra would butt in. “Tell me about it, like, share some brain cells guys.”

You and Yunjin exchanged looks with each other, and your friend would subtly shake her head.

“You know what, we could've asked Eunseok first. He's not only really smart, he's like, really cute too.” you softly bit the inside of your cheek, suppressing a scoff as you listened to Yuri babble on about your project partner.

“Yeah? Do you fancy him now?” you ask with a slight laugh.

“Well, yeah. There's no way a little touch won't break him out of his shell.”

You and Yunjin would exchange looks again, this time visibly disgusted. 

There was no way Eunseok would fall for someone like her, right? But he was just another guy, and guys are so unpredictably predictable, if that even made any sense. 

In a span of a few days, you would walk in the classroom seeing Yuri seated next to Eunseok, almost squishing herself into him. You'd meet eyes with him, and you'd immediately look away, almost rolling your eyes as you walked to your seat. 

Once you were seated, you'd hear them converse, or more accurately, here Yuri ramble as Eunseok gave her the driest replies you've ever heard.

“You should tutor me, you know. I feel like you could make me a better student. Maybe we can hang out at your place? study? or anything else you have in mind?”

“I don't do commissions and my family doesn't welcome strays.” Your back faced them so they couldn't see you holding back your laughter as you quietly sat and listened, pretending to read something in your textbook. 

The bell rang minutes later, you remained seated watching everyone else run out of the classroom to get lunch or go on about whatever they had to do before you got up yourself. When you stood up, you felt a slight nudge. It was Yuri, she held out a tiny piece of paper with what you could only make up as numbers —a phone number in Eunseok's handwriting. “I got him.” she whispers, wearing a smug smile after.

You waited for her to disappear from your sight before you shook your head. It wasn't impossible for Eunseok to not give in to her, she's pretty, she's skinny, her hair is healthy, so why not right?

When you had tidied up your space, you turned around to make your way to the door, only to be met with him. It's been more than ten seconds when he realized you were looking right into his eyes, and he'd shy away for a bit before finding your gaze again. 

“What happened to saying no to low-lives?” an innocent chuckle left your mouth as you spoke.

“Oh, that? it wasn't my number.” he smirked, glancing at the ground for a short while. “I saw it on a flyer for pest control.” 

You almost guffawed at what he said, but you maintain your composure. “That's too bad, I thought you'd consider tutoring her.” you started taking steps to the door, and he'd follow closely behind you.

“Me? tutor her?”

“Well, yeah. She's a pretty girl. You could ask every guy in this school and they'll tell you they'd hit.” 

You two were already out of the classroom, walking side-by-side as you made your way to the cafeteria. It was silent for a while, until he spoke again to reply,

“Maybe that's true, but I'd rather have you than her.” he said, almost in a laugh. 

It wasn't quite clear to you what he meant, but you assumed it was just his way of telling you that he'd prefer an intellectual over someone who's just in for play. You two would part ways once you've stepped foot in the cafeteria, giving each other one last glance before heading your separate ways. 

A playful grin greets you when you sit down next to Yunjin who says, “You seem happy today.”

“I do?” it was a genuine question, but Yunjin couldn't help but laugh at you. “What?”

“I see you got yourself a new best friend.” she would then wiggle her brows and point at Eunseok's direction with her head.

“He's not.” a smile would creep up to your lips, shaking your head at the same pace you spoke. 

“Well, you two were definitely not fighting. That has got to count for something.” you would end up quietly laughing with her. 

You couldn't tell if it was just the pity he felt for you that one fateful day at the teachers' faculty room, or if it was something in the air —perhaps something you had said to him that had led him to take a second look. Hate is a strong word, and when he'd look at you again, he knew it wasn't hate, nor resentment. Maybe it wasn't the others' favor that he yearned for —maybe it was yours.

do you want to stargaze with me?

> yes <33

> no :(( (thanks for reading!)

#riize #riize au #riize fanfic #briize #riize x reader #riize fluff #riize eunseok #song eunseok #riize imagines #songfic #spotify

[calliecat93]

It's been pretty interesting watching Spock and McCoy so far during this rewatch. I'm on The Naked Time now, so it's been around five episodes (McCoy's not in the Gary episode, so no point in counting it). Thus far, they've usually interacted at least one per episode, but those scenes are fairly short. They're usually shown interacting with Kirk moreso than anyone else. So when it comes to analyzing their relationship and development, there isn't a lot to comb through compared to later on. But that doesn't mean that there isn't anything at all.

So far they aren't really arguing much. McCoy's made a few jokes about Spock's differing physiology, but not in a malicious or racist way that I think some like to make it out as. You can see the humor he has in his demeanor whenever he does. Heck, he genuinely said he'd love to teach Spock poker without any hint of sarcasm or grumpiness. If anything, we have Spock emphasizing how he's delighted that he differs from humans, both physiologically and mentally. He's just as capable of dishing it out as he is able to take it. I mean, watch him in Mudd's Women and how annoyed/amused he is with the men's gaping and him outright saying at the end that the whole ordeal was 'a 'most annoying emotional episode'. I mean, he's not wrong, but still... anyway! You get a feel of how things are going to develop with them, but we're in that early development stage, so things are still being figured out. They don't really like nor dislike each other yet... but probably find each other annoying to deal with XD

The only episode so far where the two have had a serious argument is The Enemy Within, and I think it's pretty interesting when you look at it. They have two major scenes. The first time is when they've caught Bad Kirk and Spock breaks down how without it, the Good Kirk is losing his ability to command. He says it in such a blunt, almost tactless way that comes across as him talking about a science experiment than Kirk's current ordeal. Which he himself points out, so he's not blind to it not to mention that it's his job to point these things out to the captain as his first officer and Kirk outright told him to speak up if he saw him slip. But it can still come across as Spock being an insensitive asshole questioning his commanding officer and exacerbating his current struggle, and that's clearly how McCoy took it. He gets mad because Spock is talking like Kirk is some kind of subject to be analyzed and questioning his command at the same time. You do NOT do that around Leonard McCoy. That being said, after a bit and when Kirk talk to him about how he's struggling, McCoy admits that Spock was right, but actually eases and comforts Kirk and lets him process his fears and self-doubt. This is why he's the one who handles these kinds of situations regarding Kirk, not Spock. That's going to be important for episodes such as Consciousness of the King and Obsession, so we'll put a pin in that.

The other argument is over whether to allow Kirk to go through the transporter or not after seeing that the merge could kill him. Spock says yes, reasoning that it had to be shock and that Kirk, having the intelligence to control the fear, will be fine and in any case the landing party can't hold out much longer. While Spock isn't wrong, they haven't done an autopsy yet and thus can't pinpoint a cause of death. Thus, he is asking for Kirk to risk his life essentially because he said so and is therefore right. McCoy gets pissed off about this. It's only a theory and if it's wrong, what then? Kirk dies, and the landing party can't be beamed up, meaning they're dead anyway. Now of course a large part of it is McCoy unwilling to risk his best friend's life, even if that means the life of Sulu and several other officers, which is pretty damn cruel when you think about it. Mind you, IDT he's thought about that either, but inadvertently or not he's favoring Kirk's life over the crewmens, and that goes against Spock's job as first officer.

The whole thing is fueled by who Spock and McCoy are as people and their respective duties. McCoy sees Spock expositng and theorizing regarding the captain in a way that makes him come off like a real prick. Spock sees McCoy being overly emotional and having needless doubts in a cut and dry scenario, and the longer he goes on, the longer other lives are at stake. Neither one are necessarily wrong, either. They're both perfectly valid view-points, but they're both too stubborn to concede, and this is why we need Kirk around to be the wrangler.

In short, they're stubborn idiots who suck at communicating, and it ain't gonna get much better.

That's as far as they go in terms of notable interactions, but there are some other little moments worth looking at. One moment is also earlier in The Enemy Within where the interaction was off-screen, but it's still worth mentioning. After encountering the Bad Kirk and getting startled by his aggression, McCoy is understandably concerned. Maybe he thinks that he did something to upset the captain. Maybe there's something else going on that he’s not sure about but weary of further potentially angering Kirk. Who does he turn to? Spock. He asks him to go check on Kirk and while he likely thinks that McCoy is making a big deal out of nothing (furthered by him encountering the Good Kirk who legit didn't do anything) he does still go and do just that. Whatever they might feel towards one another, Spock and McCoy do take things regarding Jim very seriously. McCoy trusts Spock enough to reach out to him about his concerns and that Spock will look into it. Which again we'll stick a pin in for now.

It also should be noted how in The Man Trap, Spock realizes that the McCoy that they're with in the conference room isn't the real McCoy. Sure the fake McCoy's demeanor is more withdrawn, but with everything with Nancy it would be expected, which is likely why Kirk didn't pick up on it (well that and him in hardcore Captain Mode, but still). Otherwise, there's nothing screaming 'this isn't McCoy'. Spock though? He picks up on it. IDK how long they would have known each other at this point, but he knows how lively McCoy normally is. A man who is driven by emotion and never afraid to say what he thinks no matter who it was, whether you want to hear it or not. However he felt, he'd be putting some kind of fire into his words. It doesn't even react when Spock points out his 'reckless reasoning' where otherwise McCoy would have at least had some kind of remark to make back. Spock knows this. He is not used to that. Any of it. This isn't the same man that argued back at him when he was unwilling to risk Kirk's life on a 'theory' just a short time ago. He already knew the doctor enough to be certain of that. It got him a gash on the head for his troubles, but still.

So in this early point of the series, there may not be too much Spock/McCoy stuff going on, but what is there says a lot. Things are very much developing between them, but thus far they may have the occasional serious debate, but otherwise they treat each other civilly. If anything, it kind of feels like McCoy is trying to reach out to Spock and be on friendly terms with him. Being a snarky shit is the default way he goes about it clearly. Spock will very much emphasize how he's glad to differ so much from humans, but there's no trace of malice or anything behind it either. It's still early, they don't quite get each other yet and are prone to misgivings. I think the more that they do start to interact, the more they become willing to speak up either for or against each other and have more of the banter we're used to. Which also means that they'll become more comfortable around each other and have a genuine friendship and romantic feelings grow. We're in the 'getting to know each other' phase of the relationship, essentially. They're testing the waters, and it won't be much longer before they get rocked.

I also standby my belief that Spock has bubbling feelings for McCoy already and was totally jealous in Mudd's Women when he sees him gaping at the Mudd women. Not to mention the way he's listening to Kirk and McCoy talk about the women's attraction, when you'd think he'd dismiss it and focus on his work. He already has it bad and doesn't know it and has no idea why he keeps looking at this illogical, irksome, overly-emotional human.

#star trek tos #spones #sorry for my little 'spock totally fell for mccoy first and isnt sure why hes paying attention to this illogical human but can't stop' bit #but hopefully this is coherent cause I couldn't keep it in anymore #im so excited for the next few episodes cause thats when things are gonna get reeeeeeal good~ #ill do the more shippy version of this once ive gone through more episodes

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Imagine Male Yandere Artists X Female Reader Creation. Obviously inspired from the Greek myth of Pygmalion…but think of how much worse and complicated it’d get if poor reader Darling was a project worked on by multiple men together…It’s almost as if this is now Greek Pygmalion myth X Helen of Troy myth. Let the war for love begin.

General premise…reader Darling comes to life through the power of the mens’ accidental prayers of love to the goddesses of love. She is everything the men wanted in a woman somehow (dare I say Mary Sue territory, and a sprinkle of Manic Pixie Dream Girl I suppose since she is still otherworldly just being born and all). Doesn’t help that Darling is also enchanting every man she meets across the city too. Her creators all get mad jealous, and fight over who has the true “rights to have her,” (cause we stan men who see women as their property *sarcasm). Climax…the creator men end up offing each other off in the art studio (battle royale style), and their blood mixes together into another art creation they had collaborated on together. And through the power of love and “friendship” (*cue jazz hands), the men are reborn into one, and can pursue Darling more easily. I’ll leave up to you if Darling is genuinely more pleased with this new outcome of the mens’ rebirth, or if she’s terrified to no end of what they’ve become. (I trust your writing skills as always). Either way, no escape for her. The power of love is a formidable foe…

A/N: Some of these asks might be late because I'm trying to brainstorm as for what to do character-wise. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Your body was crafted from clay and stone. Your hair and scalp are threaded from spider webs, horse hair, and human hair. Your body shines with the finest oil. You are the perfect woman. The name on your plague was...well, you didn't have a specific name, so per se. But your creators decided to name your statue Earth's Women. Your name was because of your magical abilities. In the morning sun, your hair is curly, and your skin is olive-brown. By the afternoon, your skin is dark brown, and your hair is so coily it sometimes is in an Afro. During the evening, your skin whitens, and your hair straightens out. By nightfall, your skin is an albino white, and your hair is bone straight.

Because of these abilities, you gained the love of millions around the world. Many prayed for you to be alive. For you to be their perfect woman. Then, one day, the sunlight shining on you made your body crack. Your creators were so upset that they closed the exhibit to fix you. When your creators touched your skin, your statue crumbled. Screams and dust fill the room. Suddenly, your human body rises from the rubble.

"Where am I?" You ask, dust covering your dark skin.

"My God, she's alive," An olive skin man with black curly hair says. "Stai bene?"

You try to move your naked body, but you fall. Your legs are too wobbly.

"Get her a towel, Leon! She's never used her legs before," Ciro commands, rushing to pick you up from the debris. "And bring some bandages and wound treatments too! She's bleeding!"

Several hours later, you are properly introduced to your creators. There are six creators, and they call themselves the Sexy Six. Each one created a body part for you. Leon DiCardio made your head, Ciro Nikolaou shaped your torso and bosom, Aoi Hiroshige crafted your left leg, Matias Dorado sculpted your right leg, Abe Okoro created your right arm, and Caspian Narain made your left arm. Together, six men from different continents made a woman representing every girl.

"So what are you going to do with me, now?" You ask, tightening your fluffy robe.

"We're going to have to hide you from the public. They can't know you've come to life. You're something a leader would start a war for," Ciro says, giving you a cup of water.

"That's a bit unfair, isn't it? If the goddess answered their prayers to have her come to life, shouldn't we introduce her to the public? If we don't, we'd be defying the goddess's will," Leon says, making Ciro think about his decision.

"True. I suppose we could take her out in public. But only if she wears a cloak to cover her face," Ciro says, making everyone happy.

When you walked through the city, you could understand every conversation. Turns out, you can understand every language known to mankind. It was overwhelming, but Matias helped you power through it by distracting you with clothing. Abe took you away from Matias soon after and showed you the foods of every culture. You tasted everything, and even brought back sweets. You hardly even noticed Caspian glaring at Abe before he snatched you away to learn how to dance.

You are simply beautiful to him, to everyone, really. Your skin getting darker and your hair becoming coils under the afternoon sun while you twirl in circles was a scene that magic could've created. In the sun, you are everyone's Cinderella.

"Let's go, Every," Ciro says, dragging you away from the crowd.

"Hey, I wasn't done yet!" You whine, trying to stop Ciro from moving.

"I don't care. You're drawing too much attention to yourself," Ciro replies, putting your cloak back on and walking you home.

When you arrive home, Ciro puts you in a windowless white room. You lay on your bed and stare at the white ceiling.

"It must be nighttime," You say, noticing your hair is straight. "I wonder what my creators do during the night? I wonder what humans do when the sun falls?"

You sneak out of your room and tip-toe to a room with the lights on. You hear arguing and hide behind the wall.

"You can't keep her to yourself!" Matias yells, breaking a glass.

"Says the man showed her clothes like it was a date!" Ciro hisses, making you flinch.

"Hah, please! If you want a date, try Mr. Prince Charming of Oceania! He was dancing and twirling with her in the middle of town!" Matias retorts, making Caspian stand up with fury.

"At least I wasn't trying to charm her with food!" Caspian yells, glaring at Abe.

"I don't see how you brutes made such a pretty thing," Leon remarks, looking at his peers fighting.

"Don't drag me into this, Mario," Aoi insults, making Leon grab his shirt collar.

"Don't call me that you piece of crap," Leon snarls, making Aoi smile.

"You know what, I have an easy way to settle this. Whoever is the last one standing gets to claim Every for their own. I always hated having to share credit for creating her, anyway," Aoi wagers, pulling out a blade.

"Fine by me," Ciro says, pulling out a dagger.

Everyone pulls out their blades, daggers, and knives and begins their battle. You try to stop them, but you get thrown to the side. Cuts and bruises are made, but no one is dead yet. A trail of blood leads to the art room, and you see Ciro stab Matias through the heart. The Spaniard falls to the ground and extends a hand as if he was reaching for you.

"Matias!" You scream, running to his body.

Leon's bleeding corpse is thrown onto you as Aoi is on a stabbing rampage. You glimpse at the hole in Leon's head and throw up on the floor. When you look up again, all is silent. The floor is painted red, and Aoi is the only one standing. He looks at you with a crazed smile and drops his blade.

"You're mine. My work of art. My woman," Aoi says, hugging you with his bloody body.

You can only hug him back in horror. A squelching sound comes from below you, and you see Abe stabbing a dagger into Aoi's back. Aoi slowly releases his hug, then collapses onto you. His blood has stained your whole being red.

"What am I going to do now?! You all were supposed to help me!" You cry, putting your bloody hands on your face as you weep.

You cry until morning. When you awaken from your exhaustion-fueled sleep, you find bloody footprints. Your former creator's latest statue, coined Luno, is missing.

"Where did it go?" You question aloud, getting up from the sticky floor.

"My love, you're awake," A naked man says, coming from behind a wall.

"Luno, you're alive?" You ask, backing away from him.

"Yes, the goddess of love spared mercy on us and brought me to life for you. Through the blood sacrifice of our masters, I am here to be your divine equal," Luno says, kneeling and kissing your hand. "I have all the traits our six masters did."

You snatch your hand away, and trip over Aoi's corpse.

"Princess, be careful. I don't want you to trip over anyone and hurt yourself," Luno says, his face shifting into something similar to Ciro's.

"I don't want anything to do with them! Not after how they killed each other!" You shriek, standing up and heading towards the secret entrance.

"My love, wait!" Luno yells, running after you.

You close the stone door behind you and pant, looking at it. Luno's muscular arm punches a hole through the wall, and his eye looks at you.

"Eve, don't run from me! We are made to be!" Luno yells, breaking more of the stone.

You don't waste any time running away, your feet leaving bloody footprints. You don't know where this passage leads to, but you don't want to be here. Not with him.

"Seafoam?" You question, seeing signs of the sea on the lower walls and stairs.

You get onto the last step and look at the blue water. Luno's heavy footsteps are getting closer, and you don't have time to think. If you were every woman on Earth, surely you could be a mythical creature as well. You dive into the water, swimming till you find the open sea. Your master's blood washes off of you, and you swim to wherever you want to go. Luno, arriving too late, stared at the bloody mist in the water at the bottom of the stairs. In his eyes, a vow to always be yours and always find you is made.

Thus beginning the never-ending cycle of you running from him. An everlasting, divine hunt for the woman with a thousand faces. Prey to be caught for the man with a thousand features.

#yandere artists #asks #sanyuthewitch05 #yandere statue #yandere boy

[b3llb00]

" We Pull The Tail, Now We See Who Bites. "

Robin of Loxley/ The Hood X Fem!reader.

Summary: Robin got injured during a chase to get some coins for the commoners, so Y/N offers to heal his wounds if she gets something else in return from him. ;)

A/N: I need to stop watching this movie, I’m obsessed and it’s gotten the better of me.

Contains: Kissing, 50% dom/sub reader and 50% dom/sub Rob, mentions of sex, injuries. [WILL INCLUDE: Smut, Unprotected Sex (Use Protection, Yall.) P In V, Oral (Male/Fem. Receiving) , Fingering, Creampie, Multiple Rounds. Mild Dirty Talk.]

Wc: 1.2k * I think. * (Will Prob Change.) IM COPY AND PASTING AND EDITING THIS FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT, SO DONT SAY IM A COPYCAT. THE FINISHED IMAGE WILL BE UPLOADED HERE. IF YOU WANT TO LIKE AND FOLLOW ME, LIKE AND FOLLOW THIS ACCOUNT.

DONT REPOST OR COPY MY WORK, YOU CAN REPOST WITH PERMISSION, ENJOY.

(Btw sorry if this picture is bad, just ignore John and pretend it's you lol.)

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You are setting up traps for Robin to shoot at later, when all of a sudden you hear a loud, groan from him coming upstairs, making a shiver run down your spine. When Robin was back in Arabia and you had to fight him, you ended up sparing his life, but your mercy to him didn’t do much as you still got captured and was set sail in a boat with him for 3 weeks. Surprisingly, you too starting talking and some would even call you " friends " .

You decide to go upstairs to see what Rob was groaning about, and there you saw him, shirtless, his toned torso on display. In nothing but his pants with a wet, bloody rag resting on his massive thigh where he been impaled. You had to close your eyes for a second, trying to push the weird desire you had for him to the back of your mind.

I wasn’t joking when I said the treasury itself was a hard target. You say, slowly walking toward him, this made him look up from his leg to look at you. He decides to ignore your statement and press his rag into his thigh further, making him hiss through gritted teeth. You decide to go grab your medical supplies you used whenever you two got hurt. You always had wanted to be a nurse, but ever since the Sherif of Nottingham drafted you, things changed. But I guess it’s pretty useful to know how to properly treat somebody’s wounds.

Hey! You heard Rob say from across the room, Where are you goin-

I'm getting my medical supplies, dumbass. You say back with a bit of an attitude, not wanting to be told where you’re going or what you’re doing when all you trying to do is help. Oh, sorry, love. Carry on. He said, making you turn your head to see a light smile adorning his features.

As much as you sometimes hated Robin's attitude and sarcasm, you just can’t help yourself to be mad at him. It’s almost like you're drawn under a spell that will keep you from ever getting into any sort of confrontation.

You finally got all your medical supplies and you headed to the small table that he sat in on. Letting the supplies fall from your hands, you organized it quickly, while Rob eyed you carefully the whole time.

Once you got everything ready and set up the way you wanted it, you took one more look at his thigh. ' Shit. ' You thought, his cut is too deep to get a good look at what’s going on, so you’re gonna have to find a way to ask him to take his pants off.

The cuts- uhm. You stutter, Your gonna have to take your pants off if you want me to get a good look at it and fix it.

You were looking everywhere except his face, not wanting him to see your blush-coated cheeks. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you could still feel his gaze burning a hole into the side of your head.

Just the pants or the braies too, love.? He winked at you, causing you to basically turn into putty right in front of him. (Keep in mind they didn’t really have ' boxers ' in medieval England, but they did have what were called braies. They were basically the same thing.)

You decided to try and flirt back to the best of your abilities by saying. Well, first, take your pants off, and then I’ll tell you.

This earned you a chuckle from the handsome man as he threw the bloody rag to the side and very carefully came up from his spot on the table, you watched him intently as you noticed some of the blood continued to trickle down his clothed thigh. He didn’t seem to care, he kept eye contact with you the whole time as he slowly took his pants off. To be honest it felt like an entity had passed when his pants finally hit the floor, and you weren’t disappointed, let’s just say that.. there was definitely a buldge hidden underneath the fabric of his braies, and you could actually see it growing..

You could practically hear Robin’s smirk as he called out to you, his voice low and teasing. Hey, my eyes are up here, love..

You immediately snap your gaze back up to his face, and he just has an amused expression painted all over his features. You could feel the heat start to radiate off your cheeks and your heartbeat start to pick up as you mumble out defensively. Yeah, yeah, I know.. You close your eyes for a second, trying to recompose yourself.

He takes a step forward, biting his lip to hold back a groan from the wave of pain that just shot up his leg. He cocks an eyebrow and says in a lower octave. You sure about that?

[I am currently editing this, and right here is my stopping point. If the story shifts or changes I’m sorry, I will fix it soon.]

" Hmm. If I fix up your thigh, will you give me a kiss? " You say before continuing, " I’ve always wondered if your a good kisser or not. "

He let out a small chuckle when his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Then he finally spoke up and said, " Sure, love. " You blushed at the pet name. " Maybe I’ll give you something more than just a kiss. " He winked, making you roll your eyes at his audacity to be this flirty when he’s impaled.

" Fine, let me get my stuff.. " You say, heading away to get your medical supplies while Rob just watch you leave with a smile on his lips.

~

" Mkay, done. " You say as you wrap up his leg and stand up straight, pretty of yourself.

" Well, here’s the kiss that you wanted. " He said as he grabbed your arms, lightly pulling you in before his lips collided with yours.

It feels amazing, and you wanted to be immersed in this feeling forever. You didn’t know what to do, but you were able to make room by spreading his thighs wider so you get closer to him, which made him moan into your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, knowing it could be any moment when John could walk upstairs and see you two start to make out like teenagers, you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel Rob, you wanted his weight on top of you, you wanted him to pin you against the wall and fuck you till your legs went numb and you were cockdrunk.

He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you closer and you felt his buldge in his pants grow. You let go of his lips for air and you almost whined at the loss of contact.

" Sorry, love. I don’t want us to get caught. " Rob said with a frown. You cupped his cheek with your hand and kiss him again softly before saying. " It’s fine, we can continue later. "

~

#taron egerton #taron egerton smut #taron x reader #i love taron #robin hood #robin

[sigelfire]

15 questions / 15 mutuals.

Tagged by @galacticstar , LOL

1. Are you named after anyone?

-No, mum and dad made a list of the names they liked and then picked my 2 names from the ones they both liked and sounded well with my dad's last name which is italian.

2. When was the last time you cried?

-I can't remember well, but probably with a movie or series, LOL

But if I have to refer to real life, it was out of stress cause, after experiencing many power cuts in an inhuman high temperature weather, finally temperature decreased but I came last week to my house to find out we were out of hot water, and the neighbor told me it had nothing to do with our system, which we share, so I thought it was my own house water pipes that got clogged or worse, our hot water tank that got ruined and couldn't know how or when would we get those problems solved and how would I bathe or whatever without hot water.... well, I got mad... to afterwards find out our neighbor had been fixing some pipes and the idiot of the plumber had cut the water and had not notified my neighbor (but she could have just figure it out by the time, right)

3. Do you have kids?

-No, I'm not a fan of kids but at some point I'd have liked to. I just didn't find the right partner and now I'm a bit too old.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

-I do

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

-I don't practise sports. I need to walk... I used to go to the gym and do aerobics and step, which I adore, but can't find a good local gym or with good step classes :(

At school we played handball and afterwards, volleyball, which I didn't excel at... at all!!!

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

-the vibes they send to me, their faces...

7. What’s your eye colour?

-Brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

-I love a good scary movie, but afterwards I feel terrible, so I'll stick to those with happy endings

9. Any special talents?

-I can sing decently and they say I am a good dancer... and I'm quite good at cooking

10. Where were you born?

-Buenos Aires city, Argentina

11. What are your hobbies?

-music, playing games, looking for hq photos and videos of the guys I like...

12. Do you have any pets?

-I used to have cats but since the last one died I just have plushies

13. How tall are you?

-5'3

14. Favorite subject in school?

-Geography, History and Art

15. Dream job?

-Archaeologist (that's what I've studied and graduated for). Or whatever involves music or entertainment...

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[mosaicbrokenheartss]

Imagine u finally met your celebrity crush. Probably they wouldn't care, cause u never get liked by the person u expected to.

#kinda sad #i'm sorry i'm sensetive #chris evans #sebastián stan #tom holland #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #Sarcasm cause I'm mad at life right now

[yashashveeroy]

✨"You don't have to love, You just.... fall in love" said my Mother Dearest.

"But... what if it's a love that is unreturned?" said I, her little King.✨

⚜️And there they were, The Empress {mother dearest}, sitting at the table, while The Hermit {I, her little King}, sat on the floor. The Empress spoke of the complexities of Romantic Love and The Hermit simply tried to understand everything that there was to it. They say that The Empress already knew that The Hermit had fallen in love, without even realizing it.⚜️

Disclaimer: As I write this letter in a state of utmost Vulnerability, know that it is to Heal. If not to Heal, then to Express Emotions and to let the Universe know that I am still so new to Romantic Love and that I'm learning. If you too wish to Heal your Heart with me, come aboard, we got this.

For these placements: Saturn in the 4th, 5th & 7th House. Saturn in opposition, conjunction and square to Venus or Moon. It’s okay if you don’t have these placements, just Feel. 🧿✨🤍

Dearest Saturn,

I didn’t think that the predictions of your influence on my life were going to come true so fast. I must say, it baffles me. Regardless, I’m here now and I demand your attention, not out of anger or hate, but rather, the thirst to learn a little bit more about the Matters of the Heart and Relationships that you so grandly rule over, in my natal blueprint.

Obviously, over the years you have always managed to bring some amount of self-discipline, self-reflection, self-discovery and even lessons relating to important moments, in my life. Your prominence is crystal clear through the existence of what I call; ‘The Holy Saturn Trinity’ containing the beings in my house. My Mother Dearest being, of course, in the 1st place. Oh, you must really enjoy the sarcasm thrown my way!

Tell me Saturn, what am I to do with all this love that unconsciously grew after coming in contact with him? I did initially think that I fell for him but I didn’t pay attention until my Mother Dearest said to me “I don’t know if you realise this, but somewhere deep down, I see that you have fallen for him”. These words hit me so hard. I only thought of how I could’ve at least paid attention before when the thought came and avoided this pain. It was now so clear in my face, my heart and in my mind.

I mean, he could’ve at least met me, right? I did tell him that it was far, 14 stations far from where he was going to be. So close, yet so far. I guess I just didn’t think that he would actually stop thinking of meeting me when I said “Don’t burden yourself, it’s okay”. Maybe I was expecting too much and tried very little. Maybe I should’ve just…. called him and said “Where are you? Let’s meet if you have time.”

Instead, I just let him inform me of his arrival and departure. It made me so mad. I really wanted to see him. I was so hurt about the fact that he didn’t even once make a phone call while he was here. That night, I sat with a tub of ‘Gold Medal Ribbon’ ice cream and finished it all. Never did it in my entire 20 years of existence but I just couldn’t that night. Someone better get me a “Gold Medal Ribbon” for that moment.

Yes, while talking to my friend that night I said some horrible things about myself, I thought thoughts that haven’t come to my head in many years. Suddenly, I wanted to become cold hearted, again. It was violent, those couple of hours. I’m just glad I didn’t turn to my old habits and behaviour patterns. Wow, I’m crying, but you know what, I passed the test. It truly hurts but also makes me happy to know that my heart’s strength is growing more and more.

We both know more than anyone how much pain I can cause when I become cold.

You know Saturn, I was once the girl who used to openly tell her crushes that she liked them. I wonder where’d she go or what happened to her. Yeah…..., I was bold like that. Even after getting made fun of and embarrassed by that senior who I confessed my feelings to at the school farewell party, I still had it in me. Oh my goodness, do you remember how I cried my way back home? All because he hated that he and I almost shared the same name and because he found me ugly. My Mother Dearest really got mad at me for thinking so small of myself. She drilled into me that I am worth it and that “rejection is okay” because I have a long way to go in life. She told me that someday I might have to reject someone too and I started crying louder at that because I could only feel what a person who’s been rejected could feel at that time. My Mother Dearest laughed so hard at me during that moment!

In all honesty, it does sound like something out of a comedy show.

But I think I may have closed myself up, rather my heart, from feeling anything romantic. Especially after getting kissed last year by my first love, a love that grew when I first saw him in sixth grade. Funny how my Mother Dearest tells me he felt the same way about me but he denied having anything for me every time someone questioned him. It’s been exactly a year and four days since our kiss today as I’m writing this. Even after all that pain I went through, we remain each other’s oldest friends. We’ll complete 10 years of this friendship soon.

I’ve only ever fallen in love twice, thrice if I count my current situation. First two times, I confessed my feelings. I was rejected on both occasions; it did hurt me but I recovered. This time……I don’t know if I’m afraid of the rejection or… the fact that he won’t open up to me yet and that I’m slightly hurt by his doings.

I don’t know, maybe I’m just in my head. Imagining things.

How could someone like him possibly have feelings for someone like me, right? But then again, he was the one who reached out and actually initiated all the conversations despite me being mean to him and making him mad. I miss it, the texts and video calls. We had some fun too, if you know what I mean. Nothing extreme.

Since I can’t tell him how I actually feel about him, I guess I’ll just release the sentences here.

I…. have fallen in love, very hard. And yes, I love him.

Oh, that was liberating, I’m sobbing again. I really hope I gain back the strength to be so open about my romantic emotions again. I would love that kind of vulnerable yet powerful communication on my end.

Saturn, after Mother Dearest pushed me to talk to him, more men of his age, specifically 26–28-year-old men started to approach me. I asked her why she did it and she said that I needed it to build the courage to talk to men who might romantically approach me or even to make my personality blossom a little more. But the main reason why she pushed me was to open my heart a little more.

Guessing this was your work? You win. You finally got someone to pull on my heartstrings and most definitely there is a lesson that comes with it. Although I’m unsure of what the lesson is here, I’ll tell you what I learned from this.

I learnt not to go back to old patterns, not to grow cold or shut down my emotions when things aren’t going a certain way. I learnt to allow myself to fully feel and express myself even at my lowest. I learnt that it's okay to crave romantic affections. An old one that you taught me at a very young age: I learnt that being single for a long time is okay, entering your first relationship at an older age is also okay. I learnt that the more I look for stability within myself, it’ll help attract stable and self-aware people and relationships in my life. I learnt that it’s okay to let loose sometimes and have fun. I take things way too seriously, I admit.

Most of all, I learnt that opening my heart and loving someone so deeply, even if the affections may not be returned, is infinitely okay. It might hurt, but I’m grateful to feel the bliss of romance, even if it's one-sided.

Ultimately, I think, him and all the other men taught me many things. Age difference didn’t matter from the start anyways, because I chose parents who themselves have a 5-year age gap between them. But the 2 extra years did intimidate me a bit until Mother Dearest said “Really? You won’t talk to him for those 2 extra years? Come on, we both know how you talk, you’re my daughter after all!”. Not me getting called out by my own mother. Nice.

So yeah, not only did I learn these lessons but it also helped develop my point of view on certain things.

My Mighty and Grand Saturn, I leave it up to you to make me learn many more lessons on romantic relationships. But I do have a few requests of my own, which I demand in exchange for all the other tough lessons you will make me learn. You won’t ever hear me complain, I might rant to you emotionally but, I give you my word. Come what may, I accept your grand influence in my life with open arms.

I want you to soften my heart whenever necessary. I want you to remind me to put myself first when I give or sacrifice too much. I want you to remind me of my worth when I forget who I am at times. I want you to make me experience all kinds of love. Bring strict balance in my life when you see fit. Make me learn what ‘compromise’ is, the healthy way. Give me strength to communicate what really lies in my heart without being too harsh. Bring a person/partner into my life who sees no gender roles. Bring romantic love in my life where we both worship each other but also show tough love when necessary. Bring such emotional vulnerability in my romantic life that it leaves the two of us wanting more. Stability, within myself and my relationships of all kinds.

All my demands, and a rightful exchange.

Now I know that this letter might sound like something that should be addressed to Venus, but I am yet to recognize her ways with me. I think I just have a habit of recognizing the harder influences in my life first. Clearly, one of them is You.

I don’t know how to end this letter but I do know what I’m exactly feeling after writing it. I hope that I feel this love many more times in my life, with it being returned as well. And as for him, I don’t know what’s going to happen between the two of us, but I do know that you have a plan.

Show me what you have in store for me, Saturn.

Love, Roy.

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[fablesofkitkat]

pov: getting into a sass war with Sero

FIRST PART HERE

genre: fluff

synopsis: you heard from Uraraka how Sero jokingly says he's jealous of Midoriya hanging out with a naked girl behind a rock...

My beloved Sol

I am Luna

Are we fated by the universe?

- geiko

tags: @bl--ankhaeji @comehome2myheart @shigarak1slut @charlie-xo

thanks for the reblog: @cloudshindous @hantaa @rabbitholefor-anymediailike @natipotato @reallythowow @fancyjellyfishcake @vanilacaramel

---

You never thought you'd be that kind of girlfriend, the one who lets herself be petty because of jealousy. It's not that you didn't trust Hanta, but when you heard about it from Ochako... it leaves a bitter taste on your tongue. The rational part of you advises you to open up and talk about it with your boyfriend. The stubborn part of you votes to not say anything because you'll get over it; besides, it's not like the girl from Shiketsu High was hitting on him. The irrational part of you screams that you should act out so that Hanta will notice something's bothering you and then you'll talk.

Stubborn you strikes an alliance with irrational you; thus, your petty ass starts to show.

"Back to normal class tomorrow," said Hanta as he kicked off the floor to make the hammock sway.

"I know," you reply. "You don't have to remind me. I'm not stupid."

"I'm not reminding you though."

Oh. You remember you're dating a sassy one.

You tilt your head up to stare at his face and scowled. You're lying on top of him on the hammock. "You saying I'm stupid?"

He froze at your question; he walked into that one. "...no? I'm saying I'm not reminding you 'cause you're not stupid?"

"Then why state the obvious?"

"It's something to say, like small talk?"

"Aha! Small talk means you're getting bored of me." Your face triumphant.

"What? No! Are we having our first fight?"

"Noooo." You lay thick sarcasm in your words. "We're having our first wedding right now."

"You can't marry me. You haven't even met my ma yet."

"I was being sarcastic."

He rolled his eyes. "Way to state the obvious. I'm not stupid."

You gaped at him. His lips curled into an almost indecipherable smirk.

And so it starts.

---

You could be the most aggravating person in the world when you wanted to be. You'd dish attitude at Sero, and he would dish it back with ease. Taking your moodiness gracefully, he'd make you laugh, you'd scowl after because he caught you off-guard but he already saw your smile.

You resorted to spending most of your time with the girls, just to annoy the heck out of Sero. You snuck a few peeks at him when you see him come over your desk at lunch. Lifting a snooty nose up, you part your lips. "I'm having lunch with Uraraka."

"Good. I'm having lunch with Denki and the others." The mirth in his eyes told you he knew what you were trying with little success. Or maybe he's just dense about it. With the way he's grinning, he has no idea why you're acting up.

"Good? Having lunch without me is good?" You crossed your arms, and scrutinized his expression.

"Oh, right." He removes the grin out of his mouth, sported a stoic expression, and recited in a dry tone. "It's terrible, cariño, we're having lunch with the others, it feels like dying."

Your brow twitched at his sarcastic response so you scowled. "Then die."

"Only if you kiss me and bring me back to life." The tiniest curl of a smirk on the corner of Sero's mouth.

"Kero."

Your head snapped in attention to your side, Tsuyu watching you with an amused expression. Uraraka, Momo, and Jiro with the faintest blush on their cheeks, enjoying the exchange. Mina lets out a whistle and a cheer.

"Seasoning set back at it again, huh?" Denki gives you a wave.

"Soy face, hurry up!" Bakugou barks as he hunched his shoulders, pocketed his hands, and moved towards the door.

With a lopsided smile, he leaves but not without saying, "See ya later."

---

"Remind me again why you're mad at Sero." Momo prompts.

"Uraraka heard Sero say he's a little jealous of Midoriya being with a naked girl at the license exam." You stabbed at your lunch with your chopsticks, messing up the stupid bear-shaped rice, and ripped up the nori (seaweed) sheets. The bear-shaped rice had a smile on it that reminds you of Hanta's earlier smirk, which is why you're attacking your innocent lunch.

"Why not just talk to him, kero?" Tsuyu asks before taking a bite out of her sandwich.

"I will when he figures out why I'm mad." You shove the eggroll in your mouth, not even chewing it before you swallowed.

"That's– unreasonable." Jiro pipes in.

"Just talk to him." Uraraka advised.

"I know, I know. I'm crazy! It's like I don't want to say anything about it first 'cause I don't want to seem like I'm bothered by it, even though I am bothered by it." Your eyes started tearing up, so you shove rice in your mouth, with puffed up filled cheeks and hastily swallowed. "...am I being annoying talking about this stuff?"

"Nah, it's alright actually." Toru shrugged, if her clothes are any indication. "I mean school, training stuff, internship discussions are all good but I think talking about relationships makes everything like we can still have normalcy in our lives despite the villain attacks."

"Yeah, and it's nice, you never really talked much about anything." Jiro twirled her ear jack, tilting her head at you. "It's good that you're dating Sero. You're a lot more confident."

Your cheeks grew warm. "Thank you."

"So, watcha gonna do about Sero?"

You bit into the fine tips of your chopsticks, unsurely. "Try to outsass him until he figures it out?"

"Oh yeah? Here's your chance." Mina gestures over to your direction.

You swivel your head to see Hanta who sauntered his way to you. You try to reign in the fluttering in your tummy. He opens his mouth to say something when you say, "Let's skip the small talk, Hanta. What are you here for?" And there goes your snooty tone.

"Oh man, you're gonna hate me for this..." He rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

You frowned. "Just say it."

"I'm here for some..." He paused dramatically, though his eyes alight in teasing mirth. "...small talk."

---

Turns out, trying to outsass Hanta, would become a lifelong goal. And you would end up waiting for awhile before you could address the thing that bothered you if you hang it on that achievement. You resort to being direct now. You spent a couple of days making up how the conversation in your head would go, muttering lines that are too much of a snide remark. Jealous of Midoriya saving All Might during training? But that doesn't beat the jealousy you felt when you found him with a naked girl back when the license exam took place.

With a shake of your head and a sigh, you reached up and knocked on the door of his room. When there was no response, you carefully turned the handle and pushed open the door, opening it all the way when you heard Mineta's voice coming from the corner. You slipped inside and shut the door behind you because Mineta would give Hanta so much shit if he sees you, and then you turned around, your whole face softening at the sight.

His face was turned towards you, soft in sleep on his hammock and almost glowing in the soft lighting of the room. His dark hair was damp and a bit messy (he must've fallen asleep without drying his hair). You knew that most people didn't consider Sero to be as handsome as the other guys in bakusquad, but you'd have to disagree. The way his big umber eyes glinted in mischief or enthusiasm depending on his mood, how he keeps his smile no matter the situation which was reassuring especially during the villains' attack at camp. And how his sass could lighten up the mood in class, or it may come off as sass but there's a whole lot of wisdom to it. It was entrancing - he was entrancing.

You shook his head fondly and crossed the room to stand in front of him, running the back of a finger across his cheek. "Hanta," you said in a soft voice. "Wake up, siesta's over." Sero blinked his eyes open, staring at you in confusion for a moment before his expression cleared. Your chest warmed when he brightened, and he sat up slowly, still sleepy, and smiled at you.

"Cariño," he mumbled, voice sleep-rough. "I was dreaming of you."

With the fringes of his hair sticking on his forehead and his wide dark eyes and smile, he looked so dapper. All of your carefully laid plans flew out of your head, and you reached up to cup his cheek. He was adorable, and you couldn't think of any reason not to lean down as you carefully sat on his lap, wary of the hammock breaking and brush your lips against his. So you did.

Hanta breathed in once in surprise, before his hands came up to rest lightly on your waist, and he leaned into you. What had originally been a barely-there touch of lips became firmer, and your mind went pleasantly blank as he carefully moved his lips over yours. Your whole body shuddered, and he pulled back, one hand on the bed for balance. For a moment you and Hanta just stared at each other, and then he swallowed andglanced down at your lips.

"I was jealous," you blurted, and then closed your eyes in mortification. You had planned on a much more calmer approach than yelling it in his face. "What you said about the girl from Shiketsu High. You getting jealous of Midoriya."

"Really?" he whispered and hearing the fond exasperation in his voice made you open your eyes. The look on his face made your breath catching in your throat. "That was weeks ago."

"Yeah," you said, and leaned forward to brush your lips against his again. Kissing him had become quite addictive. You leaned into it eagerly before pulling back. "And?"

He opened his eyes in confusion and realized you were giving him a narrow-eyed stare. His hand travels up to the back of your neck. "I only said it as a joke, and I'm glad that you're telling me it bothered you because I won't carelessly remark about others that'll make you jealous."

Is it possible to love him even more?

---

AN:

I headcanon Sero being the first one to do the devil's tango among bakusquad. Idk why but it just makes sense somehow.

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NEXT ->

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[yourlocalfictionalenthusiast]

IN LIFE, IN DEATH...

PART TEN

:Masterlist:

A/N: And that’s a wrap! Ahh, writing this series has been so fun and I’m so glad that so many of you have liked it so much. Thank you guys for staying until the end and hopefully for upcoming stuff 👀 I hope you enjoy the finale of In Life, In Death... <3

(Also the song mentioned in part six and this part is ‘She Is Love’ by Parachute) <3

-

December 1994

Luke groaned as he woke up, squinting hard to try and adjust his eyes to the amount of light in the room.

Even before he could see clearly, he knew he must've fallen asleep in the studio judging by the soreness in his back and neck that he always got when he slept on the old couch. It couldn't have been more than six in the morning, and Luke could still feel the tiredness in his bones. So he tried to turn away from the light and hopefully fall back asleep, but there was something keeping him firmly in place.

His heart skipped when he looked down and saw that you were laying right next to him with your head on his chest and an arm thrown across his stomach. When he realized that his own arms were wrapped around you, his heart broke out into a full-on tap dance.

Waves of confusion ran through his still-foggy brain until he saw his guitar case propped up against the piano and his backpack on the floor with his clothes spilling out of it.

Then the events of last night quickly came back to him.

How he had gotten home late from rehearsal and his mom was waiting in the kitchen with his latest report card and her signature lecture at the ready. One minute he was standing there yelling, packing all he could fit into his bag, and the next, he was halfway to the studio with the rain soaking him head to toe.

He had expected it to be empty when he finally got there, but he was flooded with relief when he saw you. All the frustration slowly melted out of him the longer he laid there with you, leaving him feeling exhausted and shivering despite how warm he felt.

The last thing he wanted to do was talk about any of it, but when you asked, the words came out of his mouth before he could stop them.

He remembered rambling and crying again, the sound of your voice and the feeling of your fingers in his hair warming him up even more. Then finally, he remembered falling asleep with his chin tucked on top of your head, the smell of your shampoo filling his senses.

Without thinking, Luke reached down and carefully pushed a piece of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear and smiling to himself when you shifted into his touch. Then taking in a sharp breath as the realization ran through him all the way down to his toes.

You were his best friend.

The person he wanted to see at the end of a long day. Whenever he was full of anger or lost in confusion, all he had to do was look at you and everything suddenly made sense again. With your pretty smile and laugh, and your way of flipping that little switch inside him that made his head all fuzzy and the ground start spinning under his feet.

You were his best friend, and he was in love with you.

-

2020

All you felt was a mixture of anxiety and nausea as you stood on the Orpheum's street corner, biting the tips of your fingernails.

The entire plan hinged on Willie and Teddy getting everything done in time, and considering that they had betrayed you all before, you couldn’t help but expect the worst.

“Look, don’t worry. Willie said he’ll get us on that marquee.” Alex said nervously as he kicked pebbles across the sidewalk.

“This is going to work, right?” Reggie asked.

“It has to.” Luke mumbled, wincing seconds later when another shock hit them.

Two sharp pops cut through the air behind you and you all whipped around to see Willie and Teddy standing just a few feet away. Willie was watching you all carefully with concern written all over his face, his eyes lingering on Alex longer than anyone else. Teddy stood at the edge of the group, practically burning a hole in your face with his guilty stare.

“Are you guys okay?” Willie asked.

“Yeah, nothing we haven’t felt before.” Alex laughed awkwardly. “How’d it go?”

“Well, when the opening band wakes up, they’ll find their bus two hundred miles out of Vegas.” Willie said with a proud smile as he did a spin, showing off his stolen jacket with the band’s name across the back.

“With absolutely no chance of getting back in time.” Teddy added.

Luke gave Willie a fistbump and pointed up to the office above the Orpheum. “That means there’s probably a promoter up there freaking out right now.”

Willie grinned, sarcasm laced in his tone. “Nah, man. This is Hollywood. I’m sure he’s being very professional.”

You laughed and then Alex slowly inched forward, clearly struggling for the right words to say to Willie. You gave his arm a quick squeeze before following Reggie and Luke down the street to give them space. Before you even got halfway down the sidewalk, Teddy poofed next to you.

“You know, If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you don’t want to talk to me.” He joked.

“Teddy-”

"I just-I didn't want to leave things the way we did." He rambled. "I'm sorry, I should've told you everything that night in the diner-"

"Teddy, It's okay." You said. "You told me before Caleb could put the stamp on me, and you didn't know the details about the plan until after it was too late to help my friends. Plus, I know how much you're risking helping us now."

As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt some of the weight fall off your shoulders. You weren't sure why since the situation was still a little painful and awkward. But being around Teddy always made you feel a little like that kid who started working at the diner with Cece all those years ago. Besides, they were so alike that you found it hard to stay mad at him.

You held out your hand for Teddy to shake. "Despite everything, I'm glad we met."

“Likewise, Gorgeous,” Teddy said with a relieved smile as he grasped your hand. With a subtle wink, he nodded over towards where Luke was standing at the end of the street. “He’s a lucky guy.”

"What? How did you?-" You sputtered as he stepped away. You never told Teddy about Luke, or at least you didn't think you did.

Teddy just smirked in response before disappearing into the air. At the same time, you saw Willie skate away out of the corner of your eye, leaving Alex alone on the sidewalk.

You all phased next to him and Luke squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "You okay, man?"

"Yeah. I'm good." Alex smiled slyly as he gestured to the office. "Looks like this show needs a new opening act though."

You grinned. "Let's go see if we can help with that."

-

When you got back to the studio, you found Julie pacing back and forth in the middle of the room as she wrung her hands together.

When you all poofed in, she immediately jumped into a load of questions, losing her breath halfway through and flailing her arms around.

"Whoa, just sit down," You laughed excitedly. "We'll tell you everything."

Julie took a gasping breath and plopped backwards onto the couch then stared at you all with expectant eyes. "Well?"

"It worked!" You announced. "Everything's fine."

"You should be getting the call...now!" Alex pointed to Julie’s phone on the table just as it started buzzing. You all cheered and Julie shushed you as she answered the call.

You heard a woman's voice say something through the phone and Julie gave a thumbs-up as she started jumping on the couch. You watched in amusement and mild horror as Luke and Reggie lifted Alex up into the air and spun him around.

Once he was back on the ground, Luke and Reggie made a beeline for you, each of them grabbed one of your arms and flipped you upside down over their shoulders.

You all spent the next twenty minutes laughing and screaming and Alex even got a little teary-eyed but you pretended not to notice. Then Julie called Flynn and ran off excitedly to decide her outfit for the night, leaving the four of you alone to plan out the setlist.

“Okay, so I’m thinking we start with Stand Tall.” Luke said excitedly as he wrote the words down in his songbook.

“Sounds good.” Reggie said, suddenly quiet.

“’Sounds good’? Guys, I wanna hear ‘That sounds awesome!” Luke reached out and nudged Reggie’s shoulder. “I know this isn’t the way we imagined any of this. But we need to be all in tonight. This is our second chance to play the Orpheum!”

“I get it.” Reggie sputtered. “But it’s hard. Do we even know what’s on the other side when we cross over? Do we still get to hang out together?”

You shifted your weight as the happy little bubble surrounding you popped. You had been so wrapped up in the excitement of finally playing the Orpheum that you almost forgot what tonight was really about.

“You guys are the only family I have.” Reggie’s eyes were glued to the piano as he played with his fingers. You reached out and locked his arm with yours in an attempt to comfort him.

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen either. But it’s not like we have a choice.” Alex said.

Suddenly, Reggie’s arm fell out of yours as all three boys fell back, clutching their sides.

“I’m pretty sure we do.” Reggie groaned. “And it rhymes with ‘Hollywood Ghost Club’.”

The garage doors creaked open and Julie appeared with a bright smile and a blue garment bag in her hand. When she saw your expressions, her smile fell. “What’s wrong?”

“We just got hit pretty hard by one of those jolts.” Alex said. “But we’re fine.”

“Oh, good.” She nodded, though she still looked on edge. “I’m nervous.”

“That makes two of us.” You said. “But we made it this far for a reason. We got this.”

“Can you ride there with me? I'm gonna need more pep-talk material for the drive there cause I still think I might puke.” Julie tucked her hair behind her ears.

“Of course, and don't worry, we’ll leave the windows open.” You joked, making everyone laugh.

The sound of a car horn cut through the air and Julie looked outside. "That's my dad. Are you ready, (Y/n)?"

You nodded. "Yeah, uh, give me a second. I'll meet you in the car."

As Julie disappeared behind the doors, you turned to the boys and sighed as you tried to soak up this moment. For all you knew, this could be the last little window of time you had alone with them before tonight.

Julie was a huge part of the band of course, but these were your boys. The ones who you started this all with, who had been by your side for everything.

From the look on all their faces, you could see that they were thinking the same thing.

Without saying a word, you launched yourself at Alex. He made a surprised noise but recovered quickly, throwing his arms around you and holding you tight.

"And I'm the emotional one?" He jokingly muttered in your ear and you pinched his side, making him jump back. "Rude."

As soon as your arms were open, Reggie stepped forward and hugged you so tightly that you were thankful to not need oxygen anymore because he was definitely crushing several vital organs.

You laughed and gave him one last squeeze before pulling away, locking eyes with Luke instantly.

Alex cleared his throat awkwardly and grabbed Reggie's shoulder, steering him over to Luke's songbook to 'check out the setlist again'.

"And then there were two." Luke joked.

You laughed and stepped into his waiting arms, making him laugh. You soaked up the feeling of comfort and familiarity for a minute before pulling away.

"This, uh, is for you," Luke said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion as he handed it over. "I wanted you to have it in case...well, you know. If tonight doesn't work."

"It will." You said, trying to ignore the fact that it very well could happen. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Patterson."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He quipped back, his voice sounding softer and less teasing than you would've expected. You pulled back from him and because you didn't know if you would ever get another chance, you stood on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek.

You moved away too fast to see his reaction but the gesture made the other two boys smirk at you as you dashed out of the doors, making a beeline for the car pulling out of the driveway.

-

The back rooms of the Orpheum were a maze.

You had left for a few minutes to walk around the venue and clear your head, trying to wring out the last of your nerves.

By the time you found your way back, you expected to find the rest of the band rushing to get ready in the dressing room. But all you saw was Julie anxiously pacing as she had been earlier, a habit she seemed to have inherited from both you and Alex.

“You okay?”

She snapped her head up towards you and sighed. “Yeah, just a little worried. The guys aren’t here yet.”

You looked around the room and then at the clock, frowning. The show was in less than half an hour and that was already cutting it close. Part of you wanted to go check on them but Julie seemed to need you more at the moment.

“Okay, well, give them another ten minutes. I'm sure they'll be here. They wouldn’t miss this…again.”

You ran your palm across the front of your pocket, feeling Luke's note next to your parent’s photo, and hoped you were right.

But then more and more time passed until the stage manager came to escort Julie to the stage.

"Just a second!" She calls out and then turns to you. "(Y/n), something's wrong. They were getting those jolts pretty hard before we left. They must've run out of time."

You shut your eyes tight as the words sunk in. All you could bring yourself now was, ‘This isn't what was supposed to happen.’

The world fell out from under your feet and you had trouble even standing up straight as you imagined what must've happened to them. Your best friends, your brothers, your family was gone and there wasn't anything you could do about it.

The guy knocked again, this time a little harder and with a nervous tone. Julie chewed her lip as she looked between you and the door and you could almost see the cloud of grief settling over her.

As hard as it was, you tried your best to shove your feelings down and marched up to Julie. There would be time to fall apart later, but you knew that this what they would want you to do. "Let's go do this for them, okay?"

She took a deep, shaky breath before hesitantly nodding. You followed closely behind her as she walked out the door though the halls until she reached the stage. You waited beside Flynn in the wing as Julie settled behind her microphone and addressed the crowd.

There were scattered claps from around the venue and then she took a deep breath before singing the opening.

After the first few lines, you took your cue and materialized at the center of the stage. The crowd gasped and cheered the way they always did, but you kept your eyes shut tight and focused on the music.

Just as the song started picking up, you heard a familiar pop in the air and then the sound of drumming. You whirled around to see Alex mounted onto a drum set at the back of the stage, twirling his drumsticks around and smiling like he had never been gone at all.

Once you got over the initial shock, you wanted to cry with relief. They were okay, they were here. Alex winked at you goofily, and you ran towards Julie’s keyboard.

She had started bouncing on the balls of her feet, both of you finally getting into the song now that they were coming back. You followed suit, dancing around the base of the drum set as yours and Julie’s voices came together.

Then Reggie appeared on the other side of Julie and you ran to his side. You bumped his shoulder with yours and he grinned, moving to stand back to back.

The song was ramping up to the chorus when a staticky noise cut through the air, not loud enough for the crowd to hear but enough to make you all look over to the other end of the stage.

You could see Luke's form fading in and out, a look of anguish on his face, and the pit in your stomach opened up again. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as Alex's drumming paused and Luke finally materialized to sing the opening of the chorus.

You didn't even know you were moving until you suddenly found yourself across the stage next to Luke, unable to stop smiling as you sang.

Julie joined you, throwing her arms up in the air happily and jumping around. Reggie appeared by her side, flashing the crowd a winning smile.

Alex stood up and gripped his mic as he sang this solo. You looked back at him and flashed him a proud smile, then whooping loudly when Reggie sang his lines.

You all went down the line hitting your notes until the chorus kicked in again and your heart felt so full you almost couldn't stand it. This was what you were so close to achieving before you died, it was all you had wanted for years, and you knew that if you hadn't died, that night would've changed your life. But this night was something even more special. Because you were all here, all together.

Even if it was just for one last song.

Julie caught your attention and nodded towards the platform that spread out into the crowd. You followed her to the center and stood back to back as everyone cheered.

The guys joined in on either side of you, Alex grabbing one of your hands and Luke holding the other. You all bowed to the audience before taking your cue and vanishing, leaving only Julie on stage.

You landed in the wing, feeling a little lightheaded and overwhelmed from all the emotions you had experienced in the last five minutes. The elated smile fading from your face when all three boys poofed by your side only to fall to the floor instantly.

“It didn’t work.” You said miserably as Julie emerged into the backstage area. She grabbed Flynn and whispered something to her, pointing in the direction of her family. Flynn nodded and disappeared into the crowd while Julie ran to your side.

You hauled Alex onto his feet, letting him lean on you to stay upright while Luke and Reggie trailed behind Julie as she led the group back to the dressing room. Once everyone was inside, they collapsed on the couch or the floor, loudly groaning in pain.

“What happened? Why didn’t it work?” Julie asked tearfully.

“I guess playing here wasn’t our unfinished business.” Alex said hollowly.

“Point Caleb.” Reggie muttered as he clung to the side of an armchair.

You stood frozen next to Julie as panic spread through your whole body, both of you flinching in sympathy as the shocks continued.

“You have to save yourselves right now.” Julie begged. “Join Caleb’s club. It’s better than not existing at all!”

“She’s right.” You managed to say, your voice shaky and almost giving out. Your stomach flipped at the thought of them having to work for an evil club owner forever, but the alternative was worse. “You guys need to go now! For me. For us.”

“We’re not going back there.” Reggie shook his head.

Luke pulled himself up and stumbled forward a little so that he was right in front of you. “No music is worth making if we’re not all making it together.”

You sighed sadly, thinking back to your conversation yesterday. “So no more regrets?”

Luke let out a deep sigh and then reached up and cupped your cheek with his right hand. “Just one.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in response and Luke blinked hard as if he was trying to find the words. "I never told you why I left that night."

"Luke, don't." You gave him a weak smile. "I get it."

"You do?" He asked.

You struggled to get the words out. "Yeah, I mean it was bound to happen eventually. We just got too close and it was weird for you. I understand t-”

"What?" Luke asked, cutting you off with a confused look. "No, no, that's not it at all. Read the-"

Before he could finish, you heard Julie gasp loudly from a few feet away. You looked over to see her stepping back from Alex with an awestruck look on her face as she gripped his forearms.

Wait, what?

Before you could even begin to process what you were seeing, Reggie was reaching out to Julie, who grabbed his wrist and hauled him up to his feet. The three of them stared at each other for a few seconds before Julie turned to you and Luke.

“Guys, come here.”

Alex reached out and pulled you into his side while Luke threw an arm around Reggie’s back and Julie brought you all in closer to her. At first, nothing happened. But then there was a faint buzzing sound and the boys lifted their wrist towards the ceiling and you all watched in awe as the stamp floated away in the blink of an eye.

“Whoa.” Reggie said, his eyes still glued to the ceiling. “I don’t feel as weak anymore.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Alex agreed. “Not that I ever was that weak in the first place.”

You rolled your eyes and let your head fall over on his shoulder. “What do you think that means?”

Luke smiled. “I think it means the band is back.”

It was quiet for a second before Alex looked at you all shyly. “You guys think we can try that hug thing again?”

You laughed as you huddled together again, sniffling and laughing. Then Julie yelled out that you had played the Orpheum and then you were all jumping around, still tangled in each other’s arms.

Eventually, you all broke apart and while the boys started chasing each other around, you turned to Julie. She looked into your eyes and immediately flew into your arms, muttering into your shoulder, “I always wanted a big sister.”

The words warmed your heart and you squeezed her extra hard, grateful that you actually could now. “Well, I’m honored.”

“My family's probably looking for me so..." Julie stepped back from your arms with the biggest smile you’d ever seen on her face, you jokingly bowed to her and she copied the gesture before disappearing behind the door.

You wiped the last of your tears out of your eyes and turned around to find Alex and Reggie were talking in whispers and wearing knowing smiles. When Alex saw you looking, he cleared his throat and nudged Reggie’s shoulder.

“Hey, Reg.” Alex said cheekily, not taking his eyes off of you for even a second. “I was going to check out the next band. You wanna come with me?”

“Sure!” Reggie started strolling towards the door, stopping only for a second to nudge your shoulder and whisper ‘don't do anything I wouldn’t do’ in your ear.

Alex fixed Luke with a pointed look over his shoulder and Reggie gave him a dorky wink before they poofed away. You smiled fondly at the space where they were just standing and awkwardly turned towards Luke.

“Hi.” You said, laughing awkwardly.

“Hi.” Luke muttered back as he stepped forward until he was close enough to grab your hand. “About what I was saying earlier…”

You opened your mouth to say something but he shook his head and pointed to your pocket. “Read it. Please.”

You tugged the note he had given you earlier out of your pocket and carefully folded it open to see that it wasn’t a note at all. It was the love song that Julie had found that day in the garage, the one that he didn’t want anyone to see. You struggled a little trying to decipher Luke's handwriting. The ink was a little smudged and the song was clearly unfinished but it was the most beautiful thing you had ever read. And he had written it for you.

"I didn't leave because we got too close," He said. "It was the opposite, (Y/n), I left because I was scared to lose you, and I know that doesn't make sense because I kind of did w-"

You carefully tucked the paper back in your pocket with one hand and grabbed the back of his neck with the other, pulling him down and closing the last bit of space between you.

Luke's brain short-circuited for a second before he started kissing back, grabbing your waist with enough force to nearly knock you both backwards. It was dizzying and a little desperate, yet weirdly familiar, as if you'd been kissing him your whole life.

Most moments with Luke felt like they were happening in slow motion, but this time it was like a high-speed movie montage of your whole lives. The stolen crayons, the time capsule, the pre performance pep talks, the smell of cinnamon, the ferris wheel, his jacket, the movie nights and songwriting sessions. All of it had led up to this moment.

"I love you." Luke said immediately after you pulled away. "God, I love you so much. I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry."

“Hey, it’s okay.” You laughed, blinking another wave of tears out of your eyes. “I should’ve told you forever ago instead of skirting around it.”

“And what is it that you should’ve told me?” He said teasingly and you rolled your eyes. You had gotten so used to Luke being so shut down or nervous around you that you almost forgot how much of a little shit he could be.

“That I love you too.” You said, unable to stop smiling.

Luke leaned down and captured your lips in another kiss, this time threading his fingers through your hair as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. “I’m never gonna get tired of hearing that.”

You bit your lip to keep another laugh from bubbling up as you looked up at him, feeling completely overwhelmed in the best way possible. "So...what now?"

"I don't know." Luke admitted. "But I know one thing."

"What's that?"

"That no matter where we go, or what we do," He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. "In life, in death... I'm yours. Always."

-

The End

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[lovemesomesurveys]

What is something you and your significant other do that may seem weird to others? I'm single.

When was the last time you kissed someone? And who was it? Joseph, close to a decade ago...

When and why did you last cry? Health related things and frustrations. I experienced another brain fog scare this past week and I'm scared cause I don't know what's going on.

Copy and paste your last MSN convo? I've never used MSN in my life.

How long have you liked the person you like right now? There's no such person currently.

Will anything change in the next month? I sure wish it would. I need some serious positive changes.

When was the last time you drank? It's been like 10 years.

Do you think anyone is thinking about you right now? Right now my health is like on everyone's mind in my immediate family cause they're worried, too.

What did you last worry about? I just got into this.

What time did you wake up today? Around 7ish.

When are you going to shower? Tomorrow.

What color are your underwear? Black.

What is your favorite color? Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green, coral, yellow.... honestly, there's various shades of colors that I like.

Who was the last person to be mad at you? I know my family gets frustrated with me because I don't always make it easy to take care of and there's things I should be doing, but just don't for whatever. You'd think I would have learned from the last time. I just wonder if this now going to be something chronic and can flare up at anytime.

Did anyone tell you a secret today? Nope.

When was the last time you had sex? Are you going to anytime soon? Never.

I assume you do drugs? What have you done before? All I've ever done is weed.

How many shots can you take? Oh, I was a total lightweight. It didn't take much at all.

Do you think you’re a good person? I could certainly do and be better. I have much need for improvement. I don't think I'm a bad or evil person, it's just I feel life has taken a lot from me and I've been hardened and feel so miserable and bitter.

What was the last embarrassing thing that you did? Who knows.

Do you think someone cares for you? I know my family cares and loves me. I hate that I take my frustrations and irritabilities out on them. Oh, how awful to have a family who cares and takes care of me, right? /sarcasm I truly am so blessed.

Live a good life and die young or live a boring life and die old? Wow. That's a really hard one. I don't want to die young, there's so much I still want to do. I just need to get my shit together.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[stardancerluv]

Steps Forward

Summary: You are getting ready to move in, is that still possible?

Note: A companion piece to When You Take Care of Each Other

Lyrics in italics from Brass in Pocket by The Pretenders

Warning: Mentions of blood, Roman x reader have sex

Roman, was angry and splashed in blood. The negotiation for the new building had gone sour. Luckily, Zsasz and him and got out and took out most of them.

His suit was ruined, it had been a fucking new one. As the car bumped and dipped his annoyance over what had taken place grew. He was in no mood to deal with any thing.

His phone buzzed to life seeing it was you, he couldn’t handle you. He knew is anger would rule the conversation. If anyone screwed with you today there would be even more blood and he knew you didn’t like that. So closing his eyes, he sent the call to voicemail.

He was glad he had you, but he was in no mood to deal with anyone. All he wanted was to wash off this blood off, a stiff drink and you between his legs. He would settle for the first two. If he was with you right now, he knew deep down without even intending to it he grab you in a way that may leave marks or his heart wouldn’t be in it, he knew you deserved more then that.

He’d explain later, not that he felt like he should have to. You knew he was a busy man and one that could get angry. If only you were living in the penthouse already, he wouldn’t have to deal with damn phone calls.

Tonight, he’d ask you when you were finally going to move in. He was eager to show you the closet he had built for you. He’d be in a better place by then.

But right now his anger was hot and it rushed in his veins. When his phone buzzed again, he barely looked at it. Seeing that it was Gambonie., he answered it. He could unleash his anger on him.

“What the fuck do you want?” He snarled.

“I’ve handled the men.”

“What do you mean?”

“All I wanted was the raise the price, not start a war. They’re gone.” The man said weakly, Roman could practically see the man’s nervous sweat.

Roman rolled his eyes. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. Fuck that warehouse was it. I was just feeling a little greedy and wanted more, but a war I didn’t.”

Gambonie, wasn’t want to lie, well not lot. “Well then great.“ His usual smile he plastered on, was there. That irked him, he let it drop. “Gambonie, so you’re now my lieutenant now, m’kay?”

“Yes, certainly I couldn’t come close to the protection nor the business you do.”

“That’s fucking right. I’ll call you in a few days and we’ll meet.”

“Sounds good.” The man hung up.

Roman finally did smile and this one he let linger. Was always good to gave more allies.

*****

You sighed when your call went to voicemail. Roman had been incredibly busy as of late. Ever since you finally said yes to moving in.

He was the one who had asked, yet he was the one who felt like they were backing off from the idea. You could understand that even though it hurt. He had been a single bachelor for quite a while before you entered his life. If he was so uncomfortable about the idea why did he even ask. The thought stung.

It had not even entered your mind to move in when he asked but you understood why he did.

After negotiating a few deals today, you wanted to tell Roman that you could officially start packing. Also that if he wanted to help or send some over he could. Of course, you’d rather have him help. As you begun to look over your dresses, tonight when you would come see him at the club you would remind him what he had in you.

******

Roman sighed and leaned back into his pillows sipping at his whiskey. He gave your side of the bed a glance. After draining his glass, he got up and dressed.

When he came out from his closet, he came back to a message from you. It made him press his lips together.

MyQueen: I hope to see you tonight. 😘

To MyQueen: Come, beautify my table. He slipped his phone into his pocket after.

With a final splash of aftershave and with his gloves on, he headed dowb to his nightclub.

******

You felt pretty good. About a quarter of your life that you want to bring with you to live with Roman was packed.

Wrapped in a towel, you now eyed your dresses. Not long ago, you and Roman had gone quite on the shopping trip. He had closed a huge deal. So you eyed the dresses with their tags still on them. You wanted to wear something fresh. Grab his attention, make him really see you. You exhaled.

With just a wink, you knew you’d crawl over to him if asked. But tonight, you wanted him to feel the pull you had on him. You needed it. Especially, with the last few nights he had schmoozed his fair share of the females that came to the club.

Sometimes, it really clawed at you. When he’d do it you’d have to sit at his table like a good girl drink your drink and if you were lucky Zsasz wasn’t with him so you’d make small talk. Well, you’d talk and he’d politely nod. Zsasz, rarely talked.

Though if Zsasz was with Roman when he schmoozed you had to be a good girl and sit there. Usually, you’d try tune out and begin think of your new projects.

Not tonight, you mused with a triumphant smile. You brought out your two favorites. In the end, you chose your favorite of the two. When it came to you and Roman, maroon was a lucky color. You were struck suddenly by a fantastic idea.

To Dinah: Hi Lady! I had a quick request.

From Dinah: What does the princess want?

You sighed. Her sarcasm was really annoying. Roman was always kind to her but sometimes, you wondered if it was worth it.

To Dinah: Seriously?

From Dinah: I’m kidding. Long day, neighbors upstairs wouldn’t stop screaming at their kids.

You rolled your eyes.

To Dinah: That’s rough, I’m sorry.

From Dinah: Sometimes are better then others. What would you like?

To Dinah: Can you sing Brass in Pocket for me tonight?

From Dinah: Spat with Roman?

To Dinah: We don’t have spats. He just gets too busy.

From Dinah: Well, he is a busy man. But sure, I can sing it.

If it wasn’t her sarcasm, sometimes the fact that she was older and knew him longer, since he rescued her after thugs that killed her mother, you felt like she was talking down to you. You never cared to have to staff or her for that matter treat you special upon Roman’s insistence.

You always tried to be nice and friendly, some were back while others were distantly cold. Dinah, you could never read. The dancers were the worst since they couldn’t flirt for extra money or help from since you showed up.

Shrugging, you finally replied. To Dinah: Thank you! 💐💐

From Dinah: No worries.

You quickly text him and then began to get ready.

To Romy: I hope to see you tonight. 😘

*****

You smiled when you saw he had answered after slipping your phone into your purse you made your way over.

Coming, in the private way you cut the lines and you were able to grab a chair at the bar. You barely climbed into it when the bartender with a warm smile slid you a drink. “Thank you.” You said sweetly.

You were absently nibbling on one of the cherries when Zsasz came over. “Roman’s in a meeting but says he’ll join you at the table soon.”

“Oh?” You looked around, you didn’t spot him. “Where is he?”

“He’ll be around. Private meeting.”

“Oh. Ok.” You didn’t let yourself slump. It was just a message to keep you occupied or at least that was what it felt like at times. “Thank you.”

You slid off your chair and easily made your way over to his table. Slipping off your purse, you looked around. People paid you no mind or at least they pretended that they didn’t.

In a corner, hearing some shrill giggles and a rather loud, “Oh Romy.” You couldn’t help but glance over. You saw a shock of deep green hair accompanied by the golden tresses kissed with shades of blue and red and there was no mistaking who was there.

Was it wrong that you rolled your eyes, you had never cared much for either clown. It was Harley hanging off Roman that one night that had stopped you from pursuing any chance with him. His stories about the crazy duo only aided in your dislike so seeing them you grew more annoyed.

Seeing them would bring out the razor’s edge of his personality. Normally, that would urge you to be more of a good girl for him. Not wanting to add to what being around these two did to him. Tonight you didn’t want to be good. You wanted to be sexy and powerful, reminding him why he chose you to be his.

After seeing the fake smile he gave them and most of Gotham, you made your way over to dance floor. You managed to find, Dinah’s eye and you shared a look.

Once the song, slowed there was a pause. Panic prickled at you, what could she possibly be doing then you knew.

“Sometimes here are the Black Mask, we like sing old favorites. Here is one in particular for Y/N.” The crowd gave cheers and you instantly want to shrink away.

Gonna use my arms

Gonna use my legs

That wasn’t what you wanted.Though you gathered your strength there was no going back now.

Gonna use my style

Gonna use my sidestep

Gonna use my fingers

You tingled, you took a breath and you began dancing. You let the beat and the words over come you.

Gonna use my, my, my, imagination

'Cause I going make you see

There's nobody else here, no one like me

I'm special.

You felt Roman’s gloved fingers wrap around one your upper arms and moving you; you found yourself facing him.

His face looked like it had been carved from stone. You couldn’t tell if he was mad or amused but you found him incredibly desirable at that moment.

“You are special.” He said loud enough for you to hear.

You smiled, he easily then draped your arms around his throat and you continued to shimmy in front of him. His hands settled on your hips, which he squeezed, it was a hard squeeze which reminded your willing place of being his as you danced. You loved how well the two of you could move together.

As the song ended and he twirled you bringing you to his side. “Absolutely fantastic! Shots on the house!” As there were cheers and appreciation ringing through the club. He let out his trademark “Woo! That only made the crowd excited. In that excitement. He sliced through the crowd with you.

Breathless, he brought you over to the elevator never having to wait long for it. The two of you disappeared into it. The music, the clinking of glasses and women’s heels on the dance floor faded into the distance as the thick silence in that elevator grew louder before the doors even manager to close. He pressed the button for the penthouse as you stood there not really knowing what to expect next from him so you gathered your breath. Your heart was racing in your chest.

He turned to you, some of his black hair fell into his forehead. As he moved and in doing so he backed you into the wall.

“What the fuck was that about?” He snarled

Your mouth dropped open at the ferocity. You shook your head trying to tell him, that wasn’t how you wanted eee it to go. You only managed incoherent sounds.

He silenced you as grabbed your mouth, all you could do was look at him. You felt as his gloved thumb smudged away the deep red lipstick you had taken forever to decide to wear and apply.

“I fucking notice!” He bellowed followed by the feeling of his lips against you. He kiss was harsh.

You couldn’t help but break it as his hand had somehow managed to find yours and he pressed it against his hard on. The pure wantonness of it made you tilt your head back with a moan.

You barely were able to enjoy it as, he tore you out of the elevator. You let him, push you against the wall beside the elevator. You only had the strength to follow his led at his point.

His hand reached under your dress. He grabbed your panties. “Roman.” Was all you could manage. His eyes met yours, a smirk curling his lips and you let him push your panties down so they with a whisper fell to your ankles. You barely stepped free of them when he grabbed you. Managing to hold you against the wall he opened his slacks and entered you moments later. A deep moaned from his lips, exciting you further.

Your arms were around him as you tried to find some kind of certainty in it, your fingers immediately entwining and pulling at his hair as his mouth finally met yours again. You both managed to move together each move brought more sweet yet a sharp pleasure that if tipped one way could be delightfully painful but this was just bliss and fulled a hunger you had not realized was lurking in the shadows of you.

******

Breathless, your dress still resting on your hips and his pants open, belt undone he pulled you close on the cool marble floor of the penthouse.

He chuckled. “Damn it, baby.” He said to the ceiling before looking over at you. “What you pull out of me. I fucking love you but what was that tonight?” He rose his eyebrows.

First you just shook as he said those three little words. He so rarely did. But when he did, you knew he needed to say as much as he needed hear himself say it and you just soaked it up and added to the bliss of passion the two of you had just shared.

“I just felt like maybe you were having second thoughts.” Which saying that, hearing that made you feel foolish. “So I wanted to remind you how I can excite you as much as you excite me.”

He sighed, and tucking his belt to side moved onto his side so it wouldn’t hurt you. Being with Roman, one got used to his belts. He looked down at you. “Oh baby. I want you all the time. I think since I distracted none of them will over analyze those fucking lyrics.”

“I’m sure they got distracted by the free shots.” He nodded.

You reached up letting your thumb caress his cheek gently. “I asked Dinah to sing the song, I never thought she’d do that. I’m sorry. I love you.”

“My silly girl, I am so glad you do.” He bent down and this time the kiss was slow, soft.

He pulled back. He made a face. Taking out his handkerchief he rubbed away the smudged lipstick. You managed a thank you, before you shared another kiss.

******

“Keep those eyes closed.” Holding your hands you let him lead away from some of the boxes you had brought over to the penthouse the next day. He was leading you towards the direction of his closet. “Open them.”

You distinctly noticed a difference which you couldn’t put your finger on as you looked at the door.

“Now open the door.”

“Umm, ok.”

You did and shocked washed over you. It was the closet of dreams. You let him bring you inside. You settled comfortably on his lap in the middle of the most elegant only equal to his which a few times you had snuck into for a t-shirt when he’d be away.

His arms gently held you in place. “You like it?”

“I love it. I don’t know what to say.” You hugged him tightly. “Its amazing.”

“I never had the desire to share, I may still struggle with it from time to time.“ He met your eyes before continuing. “ I had this made for you, that’s why its more whimsical then mine but I made sure it was an equal to my own.”

He tilted his head in the direction of the maroon dress you had worn last night. It was the only article of clothing in the closet.

“Let’s get more then that in here.”

“Yes, lets!” You nestled close while holding onto him. You tried not to cry, you’ve never been so happy. You tried even harder as you felt him gently run a hand up and down your back.

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[laraplisetski]

Dating Yūtarō Kindaichi

A/n: Hello:), I'm back. Have my fav boi Kindaichi that gives off Kageyama's sweet ex vibes that's really happy to see him grow. Anyways I hope you enjoy and sorry for any mistakes beforehand (I try to re check but sometimes they slip my mind :) Also I’ve been moping around sorry for not updating.

List of people left from the dating headcanons series.

Akira Kunimi #13 Kentarō Kyōtani #16

Words: 1200+

Tags: @imthatchishiyasimp, @kekozume​

I’m screaming

Imma make y’all a volleyball player for this. Please don't be mad.

Seijoh went to another school for a practice match, so after winning, as they were going out of the school they saw a volleyball match going on.

They all decided to look and at that same point you scored a point by doing a awesome fucking float serve.

Kindaichi immediately fell in love like 

And then after you guys finished practicing, this cute guy came up to you to ask for your number and you recognized him because, ‘he's Kindaichi right from Aoba Johsai’.

So after you two got to know each other for a bit you guys started dating.

Random dating hcs time cause I suck at formatting all my points!

Okay okay, I remember reading a headcanon about Kindaichi that he likes to do gardening and yes?

Like why is that so perfect for him.

But anyways.

You would go to Kindaichi's house for a study session and after you two were done, Kindaichi's mother made some snacks for both of you and suggested you two go sit out in the garden.

So you two went and sat in the garden and then you noticed all of these flowers like growing

(I'm sorry if this sentence is inaccurate I've never done gardening in my life)

And they were very well maintained and looked very fresh and beautiful, so you asked him if his family had hired someone to be their gardener.

And Kindaichi opened up about his hobby and how he tends to the garden after coming back from school.

After that you two tend to just sit at home and do gardening.

It's so cute I swear.

Also have I ever said Kindaichi’s a fucking simp.

Like I'm not even kidding.

This man just loves everything about you and hes so fucking soft for you and ahhhh.

When your anniversary grows near he invites you over to his house for dinner and gifts you a flower he grew specifically for you. 

He's such a sweetheart.

Also he just looks like you like you're the most perfect person in the world and it really shows.

Like his eyes just sparkle when he sees you and it's so noticeable.

Like all his teammates are like he's whipped.

I- okay.

So one time this boy accidentally hit you with a ball while practicing one of his spikes.

And then he felt bad and he started apologizing non-stop for it and he started sulking. 

So to make him feel better you just pulled him in for like a soft kiss and he literally melted after that.

He gives like the softest kisses and it's just so cute and he cups your face so softly and tenderly like you're made of glass.

but-

okayhaveyouseenkindaichishandslikeomgg

Like his hands are so big and like when you hold his hand and like ahhh

I'm short circuiting. 

(Okay so I'm back after an hour.)

But imagine if you hold his hand and your hand is just so soft against his cause his hands are rough but he's so gentle when holding your hand and he tries to be careful so as to not hurt you.

Also cuddling with this man is heaven cause he's so big and he would just engulf you.

He would also love to be the small spoon case he's a baby.

On top of that he's too afraid to give you nicknames and baby is just too soft to handle them.

But unlike Kindaichi you have like two set nicknames for him.

Sweetheart is used on a daily basis and casually,

And baby is used when he's sad. 

Talking about nicknames you have a habit of addressing people with honey, for example.

‘Honey, you seem to have dropped your wallet’.

Kindaichi got jealous of this in the beginning of the relationship but now he's come to terms with it and knows that it's just part of habits.

Okay so cooking.

Actually ngl Kindaichi's sorta bad at cooking.

He likes to cook and he wants to get better at it.

Also fun fact he definitely plants some vegetables too and he definitely insists that his mom uses some of those vegetables when cooking.

And she cant say no cause the vegetables he grows are perfect, like how.

After the masters cooking some time later, he definitely cooks something and sets up a fancy dinner date.

Like yk in those movies with candles and like all that shit.

Also this boy is so pure.

One time someone on the other team was being sarcastic and being quite rude to Kindaichi.

Now as his s/o Its your job to beat up the piece of shit who was making fun of him.

‘Queue sarcastic remark’ from one of the other teams players.

But before you could go and like 

Kindaichi was like, ‘Oh thank you!’

And like my point is the boy doesn't understand sarcasm and like it takes him a while to understand it.

Also Also

(This is kinda derived from my cat so if you don't have a cat then-)

Okay so Kindaichi's popular with your cat.

Surprisingly when he came over to your house for the first time your cat didn’t scratch him.

She rubbed herself against his leg a little bit and went on her way.

You were so shocked that you had to sit down and that was the point where you were like,

‘I have to marry this boy- wait it’s too soon for marrying.’

He has like this gift with animals, every animal he comes across likes him.

Like one time you guys saw a crow sitting in the backyard everyday.

That crow was known to peck and terrorize older people.

Kindaichi went in the backyard and you had no time to warn him about the crow-

Somehow the crow liked him as well and now it stays in your backyard 24/7 and gets lunch at a fixed time or gets mad.

Also whenever you go out in the backyard, the crow likes to caw at you and sit on your head.

Fun fact the crow and your cat are best friends.

hurray

Bonus point: I think we all know this but Kindaichi’s very down to earth and humble and I think that's mainly because of his family atmosphere and all the people he's been around.

When his mom first heard when he got a s/o she was worried because she was worried that you would be a bad influence on him but when she met you, she was relieved cause she saw that you cared for him a lot and weren't really a bad person.

(But she thinks you gotta work on reducing your cursing...oops)

Talking about his mom, she babies her son a lot.

Kindaichi gives off ‘the innocent only child or the youngest child’ vibe

I'm sorry if Kindaichi has any siblings.

But like as I was saying he's babied a lot and he’s lowkey a mama's boy like he doesn't like to admit it but he is-

Because of being babied a lot he's a bit disorganized but it's not that big of an issue.

aNywAyS bYe.

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[etaerealjin]

cheater || k.th

genre: angst

paring: taehyung x reader

background: sex, cheating, divorce, husband, pregnancy, cheater!taehyung.

word count: 1.7k

You knew everything. You've seen clues, changes, remnants, and evidences of your husband cheating on you. Every lipstick stain, every hickey. Those times that he would tell you that he has work, on a holiday. Those times that he would lie to you about going out with his friends, but when you ask one of them about it, they seem clueless.

You knew everything, it's just that you kept a blind eye on it for one particular reason. It has been going on for four months but you chose to be quiet just so he would stay. You still chose to sleep beside him every night knowing that he's stressed over work. You still chose to cook him dinner every time he comes home. You still chose to wake up with him every morning, after a night of crying over his cheating ass, with your puffy face and your bloodshot eyes – all that just so he would stay.

You endured every word he threw at you everytime you'd cause a little argument that would eventually grow into a huge one because of his mood swings and attitude that wasn't even there when you first met him. "What did she do to you?"

You would often ask yourself that. Realizing that the person you fell inlove with, the guy you would spend sleepless nights with over the phone talking about the future you both wanted, the man who you sneaked out with every midnight, the man who would cut classes with you, the person who once promised you that he would never change, eventually changed.

Ever since then, you knew that every relationship ends with that. Even yours. But when you started noticing the slightest changes in Taehyung, it still hit you like a firework in the night sky. You spent sleepless nights clutching onto your breaking heart until you decided to do something.

"Work?" You asked, stirring the coffee you made for him before he goes. He nodded, sitting on the counter top behind you. He made you turn around and face him gently, putting his hands on your waist but you kept a straight face. You raised your eyebrows innocently, noticing a spot in his neck once again.

"You know I love you, right?"

You chuckled with a hint of sarcasm. "Why? Are you breaking up with me?"

"N-No, I'm not. Why would you ask that?"

You shrugged and handed him his coffee. You sat across him and watched him drink his coffee silently. "Oh, I forgot to mention. I didn't come home the other day, right?" You started. "And you also didn't?"

He nodded. "I left the bed neat, I also left the sink empty, and I know the bathroom was clean before I went out. I came back before you but the house wasn't the same before I left–"

Your sentences were cut off when his phone rang, he swiftly hid it under the table, probably nervous that you'll see the caller's name. "You have to go?" You noticed how his breath hitched before he nodded but you let it pass. You went over to him and fixed his necktie, placing a long kiss on his lips and smiling at him before he stood up to get his bag.

You rolled your eyes. The ring saved him. You weren't planning to confront him about it anyways, you were just trying to see how he'd lie about it. You knew he brought his bitch over to your shared house and fucked her there, on your shared bed.

Once you heard his car go, you then grabbed your purse and wore your jacket, knowing that your uber would be in front of your house by now. You rode the car and told the driver to follow Taehyung's car. You tried dialling your bestfriend, Kim's number, to tell her that you're finally going to catch your cheating husband but to no extent, she didn't pick up. No, scratch that, she dropped the call.

After a whole fifteen minute drive, you got out and followed Taehyung without him knowing that you were five persons behind him. You watched him stop at a coffee shop, then a long-haired girl came over him, hugging his torso. You smirked, knowing your speculations were right but it didn't hurt you. You didn't even cry, you were so over that already.

That smirk didn't last, though. It was soon replaced by a blank face. You didn't know how to react, especially when you finally saw the girl's face clearly. She wasn't just any girl.

You were a seat away from them, but they didn't know you were there because they were busy with their own shit. You stood there, dumbfounded, and the only word that escaped your mouth was–

"Fuck."

You didn't even realize that you said it harshly and rather loud enough for them to hear, until Taehyung turned around. His boxy smile vanished upon seeing you. Just like you, he was dumbfounded. Thinking that you won't follow him. He underestimated you and thought that you wouldn't catch him slipping.

Your gaze went back and forth from him to his bitch, who just happened to be your bestfriend, in disbelief. You let out a sarcastic chuckle, taking a deep breath, not wanting to make a scene. You smiled at Kim, that's when you knew that your ten year friendship with her was fucking over. You yanked Taehyung's car keys away from his hands, then took his right hand with yours in a harsh way, leaving Kim alone, shocked at what just happened.

"Y/n, stop. I will explain."

"Not here." You said and entered the driver's seat. You saw him from the mirror, shutting his eyes off but he still opened the door and sat on the shotgun seat. He looked like a puppy who just got scolded. You saw how his eyes were pooling with tears, and you saw how his lips trembled. He really didn't wanna get caught, he didn't wanna lose you – at least not this way.

You threw your bag, along with your keys, on the table which made a loud noise. "Stop– What the fuck, Y/n? What was that for?" He shouted, his right hand on his right red cheek.

"You really think I wouldn't fucking catch you, Taehyung?" You shouted. "How long has this been going on?"

"Y/n–"

"You think I didn't notice your hickeys? You think I didn't fucking know that you brought your bitch here and fucked her on our bed? You think I didn't know that whenever you tell me that you were off to Namjoon's house, you were actually off to Kim's apartment? Fuck you and your cheating ass, Taehyung!"

"Stop–"

"No, I'm not gonna fucking stop! I've been putting up with your shit for four months! Why? Because I loved you, even though you weren't the same person anymore!"

"No–"

"Why? What did she feed you? What did she do to fucking change you? Was she good enough? Even better than me in bed, that's why you chose to cheat on me with her?" You shouted. Your eyes were pooling with tears now, but you weren't hurting. You were mad. So fucking mad.

"Y/n, our marriage has been going downhill!"

"So the only way to fix it was to cheat?"

You looked at him in disbelief after a few and gave him a harsh slap again.

"Fine, hurt me! Hurt me all you want!" He shouted back and grabbed both of your hands, purposely hitting himself on the chest with those.

You brought your hands back and raced up the stairs to get your things. Realization hit you that you have nowhere to stay. If Kim didn't lie to you then you would've gone to her place but – it's all ruined. Now, you have three problems. Your cheating husband and your liar bestfriend.

As you threw some clothes to your bag, your tears started bursting out once again. Pain hit you that you had nowhere to stay but you couldn't stay with him either, especially at a time like this. It would probably take months for a divorce but you still had no plans. You didn't think this through.

"Y-Y/n, I know I have no excuses for what I've done and I'm making your life a living hell for what I did. Sorry wouldn't fix anything either. But please, don't leave me just yet–"

"Why?" You faced him.

"Lets sort this out, please. Stay with me. Stay with me here for just the mean time. I can't have you leave like this so suddenly, please. Believe me when I say I love you, I still do–"

"Did you love me while you were with her?" You asked, almost unable to talk through your tears and to look at his eyes, but you still did. His bloodshot eyes and his messy hair almost made you wanna hug him and crawl back to him once again, but you contained it.

You wanted to, though. You really did.

His breath hitched. He lowered his head. Finally admitting to himself that he was a dick after all.

"I've been a good wife, Tae. I wasn't perfect but I tried my best to be. If staying with you through those four months knowing you were cheating on me face to face doesn't prove that then I don't know anymore." You said in a calmer and softer tone.

"We both need this." You said, making a decision. You zipped your bag up, having all the things you needed for a day, maybe two days, who knows?

"No, no, please, Y/n!"

You shut your eyes firmly, letting your tears fall down once again. "I'm leaving this with you for the mean time. God knows when I'll be back, because I don't know either. Heck, I don't even know where to stay but I need to be away from you, Taehyung. I can't be trusted around you."

You brought his hand to yours and placed two things there then closed it once again. You looked him in the eyes with an unsure smile, then left.

After months, you left and made a temporary decision for yourself.

For yourself, at least for once you made a decision not for him but for yourself.

He watched you leave the door, broken and all alone now. He opened the hand you held only to have his heart more broken than it already is and his mind a mess.

Your ring and a positive pregnancy test.

inspired by: “first burn – hamilton: the musical”

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[emma-nation]

Ticker Than Water - Bloodbound AU (Chapter 4)

Summary: When Amy changes the course of the events at the Opera House, she could never imagine the consequences she would have to face. After being by Rheya’s side for five years, she’s finally ready to be reunited with her friends and find a manner to defeat her. But when the time comes, what will prevail? Her love for Kamilah Sayeed and her friends or her family ties with the First Vampire?

Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance

Tag List: @slytherinthoughts7, @lightning-fury, @spacecarrousel, @gavryllo​, @kamilah-the-bloodqueen, @whoinvitedalx, @sheyah, @imnotdonewiththeelementalists, @belvoiresqueenbee, @morvengarde​, @tephy24​, @iam-the-fuckin-queen, @scorpichoices, @leavemeandmyshipsalone, @jen825, @andreear17, @justejuste727, @evexofxtime, @zoe6111, @shanuuh, @ilovekamilahsayeed, @kenna-and-val-are-my-queens, @fal-carrington, @spookyjellyfishlove, @samgtt700​, @just-thinking-loudly, @martachm, @masterofbluff, @rice-wifee, @lifeisadance96, @serafinedupontownsme, @hellyeah90sbaby

4 years ago - Japan

The first signs of Winter started showing on the city outside. Kamilah wondered what she'd be doing if she was still living in New York. Working, perhaps. And also planning the next Dark Solstice.

The necklace. She didn't have time to retrieve it from the secret drawer in her office when they ran away. It would be her only memory from something that didn't exist anymore - her relationship with Amy.

"I did it," the penthouse door opened in a slam, making Lily completely lose focus on her video game or Jax stop sharpening his katana. Adrian seemed to be in ecstasy. "I... I managed to grow a seedling from the sample we obtained from the Tree Of Death. This could stop Rheya for good."

"How great," Jax replied with some sarcasm. The last few months turned him into a version of his late master, Takeshi. "And what about the others? Also, how long is it going to take?"

The others. Kamilah's stomach flipped. Amy was one of them, along with Rheya's husband and daughter. And she was so strong as the First Vampire herself.

"It's a start, Jax," Lily added. "It'll be easier to take her down once she becomes a Feral."

"Fine, but I'd like to do the honors."

"Kamilah?" Adrian approached, touching her shoulder briefly. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Yes," Kamilah told. She was too invested in her own thoughts, reflecting about the part where she'd have to face Amy again. What if they had to kill her? Would she be able to do that? "We will wait. When the time comes, we'll fight again."

Lily suggested a celebration, Jax agreed and so did Adrian. Since their arrival, they barely left that penthouse. Except for the occasions where they attended Kano's training sessions. The psychic vampire taught them how to guard their minds from Rheya. And also Amy.

"You can go. I'll stay here."

"Come on, Kamilah," Lily started dragging her to the door. "You never say no to booze."

"I'm saying this time."

"Lily is right," Adrian said. "You are coming with us. It'll be a good distraction."

"Yeah," Jax agreed. "We must stick together. Remember?"

This manner, the three younger vampires managed to make Kamilah to go out for the first time in months. Still a little insecure about their safety, they decided to visit The Five's nightclub. In the end, it was not terrible. Jax and Akeyo engaged in a singing competition, while Lily attempted to copy The Evolved's robotic dance moves. The female vampire let out a small laugh.

"Finally," Aiko slowly approached her. "Acceptance is the last stage of grief."

"I guess so," Kamilah replied in a dry tone.

"She's not coming back. She made a choice."

"I know."

The reminder of that fact hit Kamilah's heart like applying salt in an open wound. One year had passed. Amy was still doing atrocities together with Rheya. She showed no signs of regret or mercy. Not even a trace of the old Amy still existed in her eyes. The powers had changed her completely.

"I need another shot," she ordered to the bartender. Then she looked at Aiko, who observed her with the same old and seductive smirk. "Two shots actually."

----------

A blow from one of the mythological creatures that surrounded Amy in the mindscape forest threw her hard against a tree. Though the fight was happening inside her mind, the pain felt extremely real, as if her skull had been fractured.

"Ouch..." she moaned in pain. "Can't... back... down..."

A fire blast started to form in the center of her palm. If she could maintain the focus, it should be enough to stop the creature that was about to strike again.

"Ha!" Amy released the fire ball, that disappeared mid-air. "Fuck!" She screamed, punching the floor repeatedly. Noticing her frustration, Kano pulled her back to reality.

"There's something wrong," he spoke in all his wisdom of a 500 years old man, in a 5 years old body.

"Not even when I'm mad - and trust me, I'm really mad - I can make this work."

"You won't be able to do this moved only by anger. You need focus and discipline."

"Kano," Amy squeezed the water bottle she held, "we've been training for hours. I can't conjure one decent blast. I'm focused, I'm doing all the meditation exercises you taught me... I just can't. Maybe she drained my powers while I slept."

"It's not that," Kano handed her another water bottle, that she drank all in one sip. "There's something blocking you from reaching your potential."

"What could it be?"

He forced her to face all the nastiest skeletons in her closet for a second time that day. Starting by the childhood trauma caused by her mother's behavior. Though Amy knew the reason behind her rage outbursts, the marks would always be there.

The child version of herself was drawing in the kitchen when her mother entered, completely disturbed.

"Mommy!" She called. "Look what I've made for you."

"Nice," the woman barely looked. She was too busy inspecting the cabinets for her painkillers. "Where are them?"

She swallowed a couple of pills and little Amy's heart filled with hope that her mother would finally be able to give her some attention and love.

"Can we play teacups now? I missed you. You spend the whole day in the bedroom."

"Can't you see it, Amy?" The woman yelled at the child. "I am sick! Why can you just respect me? Why can you just be quiet, huh?!"

As she slammed the bedroom door, the little sat down on the floor breaking into tears.

"What did I do wrong?" She asked herself.

"Nothing," adult Amy sighed at the scene. "You did nothing wrong."

Then they moved to the Opera House. What else could be there to be seen? Amy did both of her crucial decisions - the one where she decided to tempt the fate and avoid the death of one of her friends, becoming a monster in consequence. And the one where she took the dagger. That was the most painful to watch. She had already seen Lily dying in her arms, as Kamilah plunged a stake in her heart to prevent her from becoming a Feral. She also saw Jax, sacrificing himself to die as the warrior he was, not as a disgusting rotting creature.

This time though, it was Adrian who took the fall to save her life...

"Not her! Never her!"

"Adrian!" The past version of herself screamed, kneeling down on the floor near the male vampire. "W-Why did you do this? Y-You didn't have to..."

"Amy..." he clutched the injury in his abdomen. His skin was already acquiring a grey coloration. "I had to. I was the one to bring you to this world in first place. I swore to protect you."

"But..."

"Shhhh, it's okay. I've had a long and accomplished life. I made a lot of mistakes too and somehow I think this how I must pay for them. I... I'm ready to be reunited with Eleanor and Charles."

She glanced at the rest of the group. Lily was sobbing uncontrollably. Jax punched the wall in anger and denial. Kamilah was also kneeled by Adrian's side. She was trying hard to prevent the tears from falling.

"And Amy?" Adrian said, before handing her a stake. "Take care of Kamilah. She needs you."

"No!" Both versions of herself screamed at the same time, as Adrian forced her hand to stake his heart. She collapsed to the floor before they moved to the next memory.

She and Rheya were terrorizing some citizens in New York City. Those who still refused to bend to their orders and obey their every command.

"I condemn you to be my prisoners," Rheya smiled deviously, staring at the small group of people restrained inside a TV station. They secretly planned to leak information about the Apostolous family to other states, including their ability of controlling and manipulating minds. "You can be my servants after all. You could entertain me, feed me... or even fight for me."

Amy emerged from a door in the back. Her hair was a mess and she had bags under her eyes. She was in a terrible mood, what lead her to slowly approach and start to snap the neck of each one of the victims. One by one.

"Foolish creature! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Rheya asked, visibly annoyed. "I wasn't going to kill them yet, they could be useful to my purposes."

"Getting things done faster," Amy told. "I'm starving, I'm tired. I can't wait to get home and feed."

"Of course, you spent the whole night out with Serafine, going to clubs and using your psychic powers for recreational purposes. I told you I needed you in shape this morning. You disappoint me."

"I'm sorry, Rheya. You were going to kill them anyways. They're all useless insects, isn't it what you always say?"

"You're right," the First Vampire approached and touched her chest using her indicator finger. "But I give the orders here. We may have the same blood, the same powers powers but I'm in charge. Do you understand?"

Amy was back to the same mindscape as earlier, surrounded by creatures in a forest. She felt angry at herself, yet she accepted it. She embraced the fact she was weak to resist the darkness inside her. It was part of who she had became. And now she wanted to change and make things right.

"I can do this," she closed her eyes, focusing on conjuring a psychic wave strong enough to push the horde of monsters away from her. When she opened them, ready to hit them... nothing happened.

"What?!" She yelled, back at Kano's office. "This time I did it. I faced the Opera memory and how things should have went. I embraced the fact I did horrible things too."

"There must be something else. Something you're refusing to face and let go."

Amy had no idea what it could be. At Kano's suggestion, they ended the training session for the day and she went back to the hotel to rest and reflect on what could be blocking her powers. After a long bath, she stared at the bed. The same bed she and Kamilah shared an intimate moment in the previous night, before she told her about her engagement with Aiko.

She finally turned on her phone. Iola had been trying to reach her all day.

"You need to return home, immediately. She has lost her mind."

"What is it this time?" Amy asked, getting dressed to meet Lily at the penthouse she lived with the rest of the group.

"She wants to-"

"Amy?!" Rheya seemed to have taken the phone from her daughter's hands. "I wanted to speak to you, darling. Are you finished with The Five yet? I need you to come home."

"Why?"

"I've signed a contract with a TV channel. Next week they'll begin to film our own reality show: 'The Apostolous'. Isn't it wonderful?"

No. It wasn't. Together with her insane ancestor and her family, Amy would be locked in the mansion with Priya, Serafine and Dracula, while every detail their daily routine was registered by the cameras and shown on television to the whole world.

"Rheya..." Amy sighed, thinking of some excuse. "Why don't you wait a few more days? I mean, a party with your new allies would be a great start for the reality show. Wouldn't it?"

"You're right," the First Vampire answered after a pause. "I don't know when you've gotten so smart, but you're having some good ideas lately. Anyways, I must start planning our party then. Talk to you later, darling."

Only a lot of alcohol could make Amy relax with all the latest news. When she arrived, Lily was still the only one in the penthouse. Jax, Adrian and Kamilah were doing some personal businesses.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Amy asked, taking a sip directly from the bottle of sake before aiming her next shot at the pool game.

"I was going to," Lily told, observing as she sank three balls in a row. "I couldn't imagine Kamilah would go straight to your bed in the very first night."

As Lily finished her own turn, Amy noticed she was about to win the game. However, she would never be able to make the right move with that one question bothering her mind.

"Does she love her? Aiko?"

"Do you want the honest truth? No, she doesn't. She only got in that sudden relationship with her to forget you. And if you ask me, I bet Aiko is forcing her to get married."

A hint of a smile appeared on the corners of Amy's mouth. She still had a chance. With the right shot, she could win Kamilah's heart back.

"I win," she grinned as she cued the last ball into the pocket.

"Best of three?" Lily asked, after taking a sip of the sake. "So, now tell me about Rheya going all Kardashian."

Amy rolled her eyes in annoyance. She was about to start talking about Rheya's reality show when the penthouse's door opened, making her heart speed up inside her chest.

"Oh," for her disappointment, it wasn't Kamilah. "Hey, Jax."

"Hello, Lily and..." he glared in her direction, clearly uncomfortable with her presence. "You."

"Jax, come here," Lily called, assuming some alcohol and games would be able to seal the peace between them. "Amy was about to tell me about Rheya's latest bullshit."

"Later, Lil. I gotta... I gotta take a shower. I was training with Akeyo all day."

As soon as he left to the bedroom, Amy sighed:

"He'll never forgive me."

Kamilah arrived right after she finished her sentence. She didn't say a word, she walked directly to the bar, serving herself some expensive whiskey.

"We're not allowed to bring visitors," she scolded Lily. "After five years you should know that."

"I asked Adrian first," Amy told in her defense. "He said I could..."

"Oh, Amy. Congratulations on your new show. It's all over the internet. You must be loving the attention, aren't you?"

"Thank you. By the way, for someone who doesn't care care you're way too updated about my life."

There was a heavy tension between them. Years of unresolved feelings and unsaid words were affecting the whole environment surrounding them, like an earthquake.

"I-I..." Noticing that, Lily started walking away too. "You two must have a lot to talk about. I'll be in my bedroom."

Amy still tried to prevent Lily from leaving, but it was useless. She was alone and under Kamilah's hard cold gaze.

"You shouldn't be here," the female vampire said once again.

"Why?" Amy decided to confront her. "My presence is bothering you?"

"Not really, but it put us at risk. She could come here any second searching for her spawn."

"She won't. Besides, I can fight her."

"Oh really? How's the training going by the way?"

"Good," Amy lied. "I'm... I'm finding myself. Finding a balance between my powers and the darkness they can bring."

As if she still could read her, Kamilah raised an eyebrow and opened a small sadistic smile. Was it so obvious she was failing miserably? Did Kano tell the others how poorly the training session had gone? She swallowed dry.

"About yesterday..." Amy opened her mouth to speak, changing the subject. She had to know how Kamilah felt about the other night.

"Nothing happened yesterday," Kamilah nodded.

Before she could speak again, Adrian emerged from the elevator.

"Amy, good to see you here," he wanted to show her something in a secret Raines Corporation HQ he had built. "Come with me."

She gave Kamilah one last look. It wasn't over. She wasn't going to give up and pretend nothing happened between them. She wasn't going to act like the feelings weren't still there, alive and strong as ever.

"What?" Adrian asked with a smile during their way to the building.

"Nothing," Amy smiled back. She had never been so happy to see him. That vision had struck her really hard. "I'm just glad you still trust me."

The building was highly secured. Adrian guided her to the laboratory in the basement. Some scientists were still working late night, on many different projects.

"Only a few people know about our secret weapon," Adrian told while he typed a password on a keypad, opening a heavy metal door. "Only us and The Five. After all, anyone else could have their minds accessed by Rheya."

After walking through a long corridor, they stopped in front of a glass. Behind it, Amy spotted a small growing tree.

"Is it..."

"The Tree Of Death. I managed to obtain a sample and grow a seedling from it. It's still small and young, its sap is not so poisonous. It won't cause much harm yet."

After Demetrius was brought back to life, the Tree Of Death and the island ceased to exist. With that, there was nothing that could stop Rheya. Until now.

"Adrian..." Amy remembered testing her powers, or when Rheya used to grow different plants and flowers in the backyard, according to the occasions. "I can make it grow faster with my powers."

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