#ask me how many times i shouted GOD I LOVE HER at my wall while watching this tonight asdklgjf
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For Just a Moment I'm Whole Again
Request: anon—ghost!Reader falls in love with Colby
Summary: ghost!Reader finds out that her twin flame is Colby who was born decades after she died, and upon meeting him for the first time, she needs his help to usher her on to the afterlife to be free from the purgatory she roams.
Warnings: ghost!Reader x Colby smut, Age Gap, Bittersweetness, light Angst, Fluff, and Twin Flame relationship
Words: 6.6k
No Y/N Use
Title from 'Calcutta' by Sleep Token
A/N: Technically, Reader is 19 while Colby is 27, however she died nearly thirty years before he was born, so who's older?
I stopped crying about it a few years ago.
Maybe a decade or two, I wasn’t quite sure. It’s not that I was upset about how I died, I almost forgot the pain of it all, I was upset because out of everywhere I could have died, it was in a house.
A lonely house.
After I died, apparently my friends were too traumatized to keep the house, so they sold it. I tried to get their attention. Everyday I tried to convince them that purgatory was real and they forced me into it by leaving. What was I supposed to do alone in a house that no one wanted to buy because a death occurred?
When I found out that they also rumored to their realtor that it was haunted, I wanted to slap the lives out of them. Of course it was haunted; that was your best friend trying to get you to look at me for once before I could never see you again—
I cried for years.
No one bought the house.
I slept in the king sized bed in the room upstairs alone and cold.
There was a hotspot in the middle of the house.
The house was built upon a particular mineral that ushered in traveling ghosts, and the convenient vortex in the center of it aided their arrival. Occasionally I met other ghosts and other inhuman beings that couldn’t care less about me. They probably had millennia of experience navigating the afterlife’s purgatory on earth while I was only a couple decades old.
I think I died in 1971. I couldn’t remember.
The day this house was bought, I thought I was saved.
Instead, major renovations took place. They ripped the nostalgic wallpapers off the walls and tore out the carpets that my human and ghostly feet were all too familiar with.
”How about you chose an actually appealing pint this time, motherfucker,” I spat at the contractor who walked right through me in the main hallway upstairs. I rolled my eyes and followed him into the primary suite.
Today was the day they renovated my bedroom.
”I wonder how many years it’s been; you look fucking weird. Do all men have that silly ass haircut or something now?” I asked as I sat on top of the ladder in the middle of the room. “Thanks so much for bringing your tool batteries in here. You don’t need those do you?” I felt their powerful buzzing. I felt the electricity waving through the room and I sucked it all up.
With every minute that passed, I felt stronger and stronger, until.
”Oops—“ I sighed in boredom as I knocked a paint can off the top of the ladder.
The worker whirled around with wide eyes and basically looked at me in mine, but he saw through me. I rolled my eyes again.
“You humans are all the fucking same. God, I was so damn embarrassing as a human. Can’t you at least try to talk to me? I’m so fucking—“
His co-worker called his name and walked in the room.
”What the fuck have you done?” The second shouted. White paint pooled on the concrete below me.
”At least you didn’t put floor in yet—“
”It just-It just fell! I didn’t even touch it! I put it up there like 20 minutes ago and-and it just fell!” The second worker grumbled and picked up the emptying can.
”They said there was some poltergeist activity in this house which is why it took fucking 50 years for it to be sold again.”
50 years?
My lack of heart nearly fell through the floor.
I sat on the ladder looking through them this time. 50 years? I was stuck here for 50 years with nothing to do? No one to talk to? I wanted to cry. Ghost cry sessions weren’t as satisfying as human cry sessions.
I had to get out of here.
I had to—
I stole the energy from all their equipment, but it was still not enough. Even with the electromagnetic energy pulsing through my spirit, the hotspot wouldn’t take me.
“Come on,” I grumbled. I looked through the vortex and saw spirals and spirals of unveiled spirits traveled through this purgatory called earth, and yet none would grab on to me. What was beyond? “Please! Take me! Get me out of here!”
I broke down crying again.
This was the biggest chance I had in order to leave and not even it was enough.
I curled up in the middle of the floor there and cried until I fell asleep.
Later, when the sun was high in the sky and the house was vacant, I woke up.
As I stood, I appeared in the master bedroom so I could sleep in the bed—
“What the fuck?” I asked to nothing.
The walls were white, the flooring was finished with deep warm floorboards, and the bed frame was a plush cream color with a creamy duvet.
“They did this fast. I wonder how long I was asleep for.” There was a dresser, two nightstands, and a desk that all matched in a deep brown, practically black, wood finish. “We go 50 years in the future just to be completely devoid of all color. Jesus fuck.” I curled up in the bed regardless. “Oh my god,” I moaned loudly. “Actually, I take all that back. I will give up any color in my life to feel this mattress if only for a second. This is how technology should be used, oh my god…”
I don’t remember finishing my sentence, I fell unconscious again.
I woke up to the sound of voices.
I shot to the foyer in a blink of an eye and I saw a family. A mom, a dad, three kids, and a dog, and I nearly cried on sight.
”Hello! Oh my god, yes thank everything good and mighty. You bought this house? I’m not alone anymore!” The dad walked through me. “I’m so excited—Oh my god your dog is so cute!” I fell to my knees in front of the Husky and it howled a talking fit at me, and when I raised my hand to pet it, it ran away from me so fast that it slid across the floor on its nails. “I’m not that scary, I don’t think,” I sighed and stood up again.
There was a girl, probably fifteen or sixteen, who walked right past me with something in her hands.
”Oh what’s that?” I asked as I followed her. The rectangle in her hand illuminated back at her like a TV screen and her thumbs furiously typed on some kind of keyless keyboard. “Holy shit! Is that one of those phones that all the futuristic movies talked about? We have them in the real world now?” I nearly screamed. I plopped into a vacant barstool next to her. “I would have loved that,” I grumbled. I devised a plan to steal it from her in her sleep and play with it all night.
I watched as she turned it on again.
”A passcode?” I questioned and I was ready to memorize it, but suddenly a blue light scanned down her face and it unlocked by itself. “Now that’s—“ I got out of my seat and backed up from her. “That’s weird. Can that detect ghosts?”
“Come on! Let’s go in the pool!” I gasped when the younger boy ran right through me and out the backdoor. I smiled when he cannon balled in the pool out back.
“Lukas! It is 40 degrees outside, get your ass in the house now!” His mother screamed, and I laughed.
“Oh yeah, they put so many cool pool toys in the chest out there,” I told him as I stepped foot outside. “You would love them in the summer though. It’s pretty cold—“
I must have walked too far out of the house, because in a blink of an eye, I teleported back in the middle of the vortex.
”God help me,” I sighed, and I started to devise my game plan to get into that girl’s device in the night.
It wasn’t easy.
The moon was high in the sky, and I walked in the girl’s bedroom cautiously. Not like she could see me, but I could make noises and I didn’t want to scare her.
Her phone lay on the table next to her bed with a cord coming from it, and she slept soundlessly next to it. I picked it up.
It illuminated to life and I gasped. I read the time and date.
2:35am, December 20, 2021
”Oh.. my god…” I whispered slowly.
2021? That wasn’t a real year. It had been 50 years that I was—
How was I going to get out of here? I needed out. First I needed this girl’s device. I grabbed it, and when it scanned my face, it said it was the incorrect Face ID.
I pointed it at the girl cautiously, and after a few recalculating aims, it unlocked. I brought it back to me and saw so many colors I didn’t know which to tap first. The entire screen responded to my touch.
I flicked through the squares on the screen and with each one, I read more and more paragraphs about people. It looked like the news or something. I couldn’t believe how amazing this device was at taking photos.
“I don’t understand,” I whispered. The squares where it seemed like I could communicate with other people intimidated me; I didn't understand who I was talking to so I tried to get out of it and go back to the original place where all the squares were. I accidentally swiped and it moved the screen and I tapped out of it. That was how you got out of it, got it.
I found another app that was red. I clicked it. This time photos with short captions were the only things I scrolled through. After a second, I clicked one to make it larger, but instead, it brought me to another screen and a video began playing.
The audio was so loud and clear, I gasped and tried to figure out how to silence it. The girl disturbed next to me. The button I clicked turned the volume down.
A video played of the same photo I clicked on—
Those weren’t photos, they must have been paused videos or something. I watched and listened and it was actually entertaining. After the video ended, I clicked another.
And then another.
And before I knew it, the sun peeked over the horizon. The time read 7:30am. I had been watching these videos for five hours.
I put the phone down and walked out of the room.
I would have loved 2021.
I did it again the next night.
I sat there on the floor against the nightstand and watched more videos.
Video after video, I started to remember the names of the people who posted them. I didn’t remember the rabbit trail I went down; recommended video after recommended video led me to one that made me stop my jumping around.
It was a video of two idiotic boys messing around in a haunted house.
Now, I never was into haunted or spooky things when I was alive, and being dead now, I would say that I had a pretty large say in and experience in what these boneheads talked about.
I didn’t expect them to be so respectful. And considerate, too.
I watched as they talked to spirits in the house, and it was startling to watch humans interact with us spirits from their perspective. I forgot that that was all they saw.
I forgot how limited I was when I was trapped in my human skin.
How silly they were; it didn’t matter that they would have been seven years older than I was. Most of the people were children on YouTube, and they were the worst of them.
Sam and Colby certainly made me laugh, and their means of communicating with ghosts even more so.
There were some videos that scared me.
I liked the two a lot, and I didn’t want them to get hurt or manipulated by demonic forces. I had seen demonic forces firsthand, and humans were stupid enough to summon them. If I was afraid of them, humans definitely should have been.
The way they assumed everything was as sinister as they did made me laugh the most because the majority of spirits communicated with them were teasing them and cracking jokes. The boys took everything too seriously, but that was why they were so good.
They cared.
But one of them, Colby, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. It was like I knew him. Warmth spread through me, and for the first time since I died, I was overcome with the need to leave. The pull teased me, beckoned me.
I was over forty years older than him; I would have never met him, so how did I know him?
Why did I need him?
I needed someone who cared about me like they did for spirits. I needed a human who cared to come in and help me. Certainly there were other humans out there who could help me like Sam and Colby, but they definitely weren’t as loud or had as much faith as they did in their capabilities.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t cry when that family left the house two days later. It wasn’t because I would be lonely again but because I couldn’t drown myself in Sam and Colby’s videos.
Or in Colby’s appearance and voice.
Hopefully someone else would stay for a week and I could use their phones to watch YouTube again.
Two weeks later, the house was booked again.
I finally learned that the house I was trapped in was turned into something called an AirBnb and I supposed that it was a house rented like a hotel.
The same routine spun into effect.
A new visitor spent the week here, I drained their batteries in everything they brought, I drowned myself in YouTube (to be honest, I drowned myself in the force that was Colby’s voice), and spent endless time spinning around the house in boredom wondering when the human chosen to save me would come.
They would come and help one day, I knew it.
The front door opened.
I was out of the bed in a flash and appeared in the foyer to see the new visitors. Two men walked in the house, and I wondered what on earth they were up to for arriving near two in the morning.
It was three years after I first learned what YouTube and social media was. I was ingrained in the politics, culture, society, and hyper-communicative world that was 2024.
I toed the fence. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to stay here and live as a free spirit in 2024 forever or be taken into the next spiritual realm. I knew I couldn’t stay forever, and with every year that passed, I felt the fabrics of my spirit being taken away into nothing.
I needed help.
When I came spirit to face with the two new visiting men, my entire world flipped upside down.
I knew them.
They were the ones with the YouTube channel.
They were—
”I know we said we would do some stuff before we go to sleep, but I literally—“
”No, I know,” the other sighed. “I’m so tired too. We got here a lot later than we planned.”
”We should just sleep then wake up a bit earlier than we planned to have more time to do what we couldn’t now.” The other nodded lazily.
”Yeah, we can do that.”
”Night, Colby,” said the blond one as he walked up the stairs.
”Night, Sam,” said the one I stood next to in between the foyer and the living room.
If I had a heart, it would have pumped loudly in my ears, and if I had a tongue, it would have dried up. Ever so slowly, I turned and looked at Colby as he pulled things from the backpack he had placed on the couch. His back faced me.
And I couldn’t control myself, the intrusive thoughts won. I wondered what he would do if I—
At the sound of his water bottle crashing into the hardwood floor, Colby whirled around with wide eyes and watched as it rolled to a stop.
“What the fuck?” He whispered. I gasped when he walked through me. I turned and watched as he picked it up and placed it back on the table. He watched it.
With a smile, I didn’t take my gaze off his face as I knocked it back onto the floor. He took two steps back.
That was when the realization dawned on me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. When I felt him, when I was near him, it made sense. The pieces shoved together painfully.
“Uh… Sam?” Colby called.
“What?” He called cautiously as he came from his room. “What’s wrong?”
”I—I swear to god, this water bottle fell off the table deliberately. Like someone knocked it over, twice.”
”Really?” He asked hesitantly when his feet hit his floor. At this point, they both stood in front of me and I crossed my arms in boredom. I was nearly as tall as the two; they were a lot smaller in person.
I was tall for a girl; almost five foot nine.
He placed the water bottle back down.
I stared at it. Humans were so dumb. I watched their anticipation knowing full well I wouldn’t satisfy them.
“What is happening, I swore it happened and it’s not now which means it’s not like the table is slanted or something.”
”That’s weird,” Sam said.
“You can go back to bed, sorry—“
”No, you’re fine, stupid,” Sam laughed as he went back.
Of course when he was halfway up the stairs with his back turned I yanked it off the table. Colby already left to the couch though, and so when Sam turned around quickly, he froze when he realized Colby was completely out of reach.
”See? I told you!” Colby cried.
”Oh shit… Yeah I have no idea how to explain that.”
”Wanna get a rem pod and the camera or something?” Colby asked.
“Maybe if something else happens.”
”Okay, okay,” Colby said, and I watched in surprise when Sam walked back to his room. They must have been tired then.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t mess with Colby until he went to sleep.
”You guys are idiots,” I said as if I expected a response. “Are you actually staying up or are you—oh,” I gasped when he turned around and walked through me before I could react. He picked up his bag and walked up the stairs. I sighed.
“That answers that.”
I peeked around the door. Colby stood in his room. I watched as he situated the things from his backpack. Those were some fancy cameras, small ones for that matter, and it looked like he charged the batteries. My eyes couldn’t pull from his skin though. He only wore his black jeans.
He turned towards me and I watched as he walked to the desk in his room. I intently focused on his face and his tattoos. He was so pretty. But he looked so different. I walked into the room and stood at the desk with him.
”What are these?” I asked and I touched the devices on the desk. Then, I gasped as his hand went through mine. My hand paused and I tried to feel the warmth. What would have been my hand burned with warmth, and I didn’t pull it away.
Colby froze in his place and stared at his hand. It burned cold.
But then he turned from the table and went back to the bed.
Now, never once in my life have I snooped. I’ve never pried, intruded, or watched anyone when they didn’t think they could be perceived. But I couldn’t leave his room. I froze in my place as I watched when he pulled his pants off. I couldn’t focus on anything else except his body. The way he moved, settled in the room, got in the bed, and plugged his phone in; every decision and every thought process was so painfully human.
I liked him a lot. Too much.
I wanted him to know I was here too.
The last time I tried to communicate with humans was with my best friends after the accident happened. After, their realtor was a bitch. There was a medium who was more so a dumbass who came to communicate with me. I scared her, and perhaps that went wrong. That might have been why it took so long for this place to be renovated.
I needed to talk to Colby. I wanted him.
I never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted him.
I stood in front of the desk where the devices were strewn about, and as he read his phone, I touched one of the devices.
I recognized one. It was a radio of sorts. One of the mediums who tried to communicate with me used it. Perhaps they were here to try to talk to me anyway.
I turned the spirit box on.
Immediately, Colby sat straight up in his bed. His phone was forgotten on the sheets. I laughed and watched as his confused eyes scanned the room.
”Hello,” I laughed. Then I used energy and found the word on a channel—
Hello
Colby looked around the room.
”Um, hi?” He said.
If I had a body, I was pretty sure the feeling I had was akin to my heart falling out of my ass.
“I know who you are, you publish on YouTube, right?”
I know you
Colby’s face turned with distrust.
“What—Are there actually spirits in this house?” He asked. I rolled my eyes.
”Obviously. You’re so dumb. I thought you know how to talk to us—
Duh…
He scoffed and his shock turned into an amused expression.
”What’s your na—“
Don’t be stupid
He stopped talking and his eyes widened.
”How do you know me? I’ve never been here.”
”You literally have 11 million people watching you on YouTube, don’t be silly,” I sighed.
You make videos
”You’re seen my—“ He gasped and thought for a moment. “How old are you? How long have you been here?”
For a long time
”I’m supposed to be nineteen,” I sighed.
Nineteen
”Nineteen—Holy shit wait, someone—the owners said a nineteen year old died here in the 70s—“
”That was totally me.”
Me
Colby looked at the spirit box on the table and I smiled.
“Yeah,” he gasped nervously. “Are you the only spirit in the house?”
”Only one that lives here, anyway,” I scoffed.
Only one
”I’m sorry you’re alone.” I froze.
“What did you say?” I asked quietly, timidly. Silence. It defeated me.
It had been over 50 years since the accident and in all that time, no one apologized.
No one said sorry about my death or that I was alone. Not a single person had the empathy. Colby stared back at the spirit box. His eyes fell from it. He looked around the room in thought.
Suddenly, the urge ever too heavy came over me.
I glided straight over to him and I sat on the bed.
He shot up with his eyes wide.
If I had eyes, he would have looked right into them.
”Are-Are you on the bed with me?”
”Yes,” I confidently said and tried to use all my energy to tell the spirit box—
Yes… On this bed…
”Holy shit,” Colby whispered.
I felt the way his heart skipped.
The way his skin lit on fire.
I moved forward, and when I did, his skin fell cold.
”Did-Did you just touch me?”
“I’m on top of you.”
And it was true. I straddled him. I held his face in my lack of hands, and the warmth coursed through me like an electrical current. I needed him. He tethered me back into reality; the human world. That urge and that desperation to move onto the spirit realm died the moment I touched him.
Top
”You’re on me?” He rested his weight on his hands behind him. When he pushed his hips forward, a gasp left me because I felt the pressure.
Familiarity.
“I remember you, Colby. I know you, we knew each other—‘
Colby
”Why did you say my—“
I know you
“You know—oh shit,” he gasped. My vision hazed. My perception of my surroundings grew blurry as if I was about to sleep.
Heat coursed my body, and I held onto him to keep from falling asleep.
”You feel really good,” I gasped. I didn’t think about this.
We knew each other
“What?” He gasped as his body went rigid. Sexual things were so far from me. I figured that when I moved onto the spirit realm, more doors to explore sexuality would open. I never came across another human I viewed as desirable like him.
I never came across a human or spirit that felt as familiar as he was.
I knew he already had two female ghosts who liked him and messed around with him.
Good
”What’s good?” He gasped again. This time, it sounded like he was more breathless than anything.
”You.”
You
”Is that you making me feel like this? Are you touching me?” I moaned when I thrusted against him over and over. “Holy fuck—I just got so… What am I even doing?” Colby sighed more so to himself and then he laid himself back down against the bed. I gasped when he moved through me.
I looked down at him as his forearm rested across his forehead. His face was flushed and eyes were closed in thought.
I couldn’t deny the pressure under me. I knew he was painfully hard under me, but I had no intention of leaving or letting him do it himself. I looked down and couldn’t look away from his body. It was on fire, and the pressure in his underwear grew and grew.
I wish I could feel him for real with my hands and my skin.
“Holy fuck,” he moaned this time, and I moaned as well. He sounded so good like this. “I feel so crazy. Please tell me this is you doing this to me and not me—“
”I’m doing it. I’m touching you, Colby. Let me touch you.” Colby moaned again and again as I thrusted against him.
It’s me
His eyes shot open again.
Let me touch you
“Fuck, okay—holy shit—okay you’re-you’re actually real.”
”Yes,” I laughed. “I want to see you feel good.”
“If you’re actually real, get off of me and make me stop feeling like this—“
I was on the other side of the room in an instant. Colby sat up with a flushed face.
“What the fuck,” he whispered. I felt as the arousal in his body diminished. “And…” He mumbled hesitantly. “And if you’re real, get on top of me. Turn me on again.”
I blinked and I straddled Colby’s lap.
“Holy fucking—ugh.” And his head tossed into the pillow and eyes rolled back.
”Fuck,” I gasped as I watched him throw his arm across his mouth to conceal his moans.
Immediately, his arousal built again, and I thrusted against him over and over.
”You’re making me—Oh my god, don’t stop please,” Colby gasped.
You feel good
”Fuck,” he gasped.
He looked up at me and I swore he saw me. He didn't look through me, and I wished I could touch him.
Kiss him.
”You’re going to make me come.”
“Oh my god yeah, I want to see you come,” I mumbled. I would resurrect myself from the dead just to kill myself again if he knew I said that so I tried to hold in the energy. I didn’t want the music box to pick up on anything.
I tried to pull his underwear down. It was too difficult, too heavy. I was too tired. My gaze flashed around the room.
His phone.
I focused my energy on his phone and took the energy from it. The strength boiled and boiled in my being until I opened my eyes and watched as the waistband of it ever so slightly pulled back.
”Oh my fucking god—“ Colby gasped, and I cried out in surprise when he sat up straight and kicked himself away from me. “You-You fucking pulled—Are you trying to take my underwear off? Oh my god—You’re fucking real. You really are—“
“Colby it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you I want to make you feel good—“
Don’t be scared
”What?” He gasped and whirled his gaze to the spirit box.
Make you feel good
“I’m—“ he paused. He looked around the room. “I’m not scared. I can’t believe you’re communicating so well with me.”
”I’m taking power from your phone,” I said towards the spirit box.
This cell phone
Colby looked back to the spirit box.
”My phone?”
Using energy
”Oh, you’re taking the energy from my phone? Let me plug it in so you can take as much as you want—“
Yes
”Okay—“ He groaned as he leaned over and plugged it in. He left it on the table next to the bed. I didn’t give him another second to say a sentence. I pushed down against him and he drew in an uneven breath. “I can’t believe I can feel you.”
”Can you feel this?” I grinded down on him, and his arm caught another moan behind his mouth.
“Holy shit—I think I felt-I felt that. I’m so—oh my god!” I pulled at his underwear again, and this time, I pulled it halfway down. “I’m so…” He sighed into a moan, and I felt the way heat traveled down his body. His temperature rose, and I couldn’t look away. Not a second passed that I didn’t utterly consume the image of his real life human body under me.
I pushed again and again, and before his hand could reach into his underwear, he gasped a rather louder moan and spilled in the fabric.
I quickly tried to pull it back again, and this time, his underwear pulled halfway off.
“Oh my god—“ I gasped as I watched the rest of his fluids cover his stomach.
”You just fucking—You actually took them off,” he gasped breathlessly as he gathered himself together after his orgasm.
Pleasure washed through me as well, but it wasn’t as tangible as it used to be when I was alive. I was on fire, and I wanted more, anything more, but it was impossible here.
Then the tug.
I wanted to move on.
It was as if this window of pleasure piqued my interest, and I knew that if I moved onto the spiritual realm, I could live again. I wouldn’t be trapped in this purgatory.
Colby was so cute though. He was familiar; he looked like he was mine. We were each other’s. I wanted him to myself, but there was no way I could take him with me. He needed to finish living as a human first.
Then maybe I would hunt him down and rescue him from his purgatory so he wouldn’t have to live like this for 50 years like me.
“Did you leave?” Colby whispered.
”No. I’m right here.”
Here
“Okay,” he sighed and relaxed into the pillow. “I can’t believe I just had sex with a ghost—wait,” he gasped and looked around the room. “Did I fuck you? That’s so—What the fuck…”
“No, I just touched you. I wanted you to feel good. I can’t feel good until I move on.”
No… For you… I don’t feel good
”What?” Colby gasped. “You don’t feel good?”
”I can’t.”
Can’t
”Oh, because… Is sex only for human bodies then?”
”No,” I said, and reminded myself to be concise for the spirit box
No
”When I escape I can feel something again.”
When I escape
”You’re trapped here?” Colby gasped. The gears turned in his head and excitement welled in me.
”Help me out, please.”
Help me
”Help you do what? Do you need to move on?”
”Yes! Help me to the spiritual world.”
Yes
”Where do you need me to—”
Spirit world
”Holy shit,” Colby whispered. “You want me to help move you out of purgatory? Is that what this house is for you?’
”Yes!” I exclaimed.
He understood!
Yes
”Well then I’m getting up and telling Sam.”
If I had a body, I would scream and cry for joy.
Also, if I had a body, it would burn alive at the sight of Colby cleaning himself up, so I left the room and waited in the hallway with welling excitement.
“You’ll actually use the spirit box and not make me look like a freak in front of him, right?”
”Yeah, I’ll talk to him,” I laughed.
Yes
”Good,” he scoffed as he pulled on clothes.
“I promise.”
”Dude, that’s crazy if it’s true.” I watched as Colby told Sam what had happened and conveniently left out the part where I touched him. If he didn’t want Sam to know, then I wouldn’t expose him in that way. “Let’s see if she actually communicates as accurately as that,” Sam said as he turned on the spirit box. “Would we need to try the Estes?”
”Maybe we can,” Colby sighed. “There was a vortex downstairs, did you see it?”
”No I didn’t actually,” he gasped. “Do you want to do Estes there?”
“I’m getting bored,” I grumbled.
Let’s hurry it up
”Whoa!” Sam cried when the box spat those words out at him.
”Yeah,” Colby laughed. “She isn’t very patient.”
“Are you trapped here like Colby sai—“
”Yes!”
Yes
”Oh my god.”
”I told you!” I watched the boys as they grabbed their things. “Let's do it now.”
And as they walked through me towards the staircase, I froze with realization upon feeling Colby's body. It ached with excitement, nervousness, and…
Longing?
I followed them and listened to his heart and the rushing of his blood. Something tuned to desperation flowed with it.
It would have been much easier for me to navigate life as a human if I could feel someone’s physical attraction to me like I could feel Colby’s. I didn’t think that was possible, especially since he couldn’t see me. For all I knew, they could still be on the fence about believing that I existed.
But I couldn’t deny the way he felt. The way Sam felt. Sam didn’t hear me or feel me the way Colby did, but I could tell by the warmth of his palms and the racing of his heart that he didn’t linger in denial anymore.
“I’m not even sure how to start this,” Sam said as he sat in the chair. He volunteered himself to be under the Estes method so that Colby could lead the interaction. I stood next to Sam in the middle of the vortex; the darkened mirrors holding endless hypnotizing space hung on either side of us.
“I know, it’s fine. I’ll figure it out when we get there. I’m pretty sure I just encourage her to move on and she uses energy or something. We’ll see.”
Sam pulled the blindfold down. Headphones placed over his ears.
I felt the energy from the spirit box shrill to life.
“Did you follow us down here?”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “I’m here.”
“Here,” Sam’s monotone voice spoke for me.
“Okay good.” Colby’s voice softened. I wanted to leave, I wanted it more than anything, but I also wished I had more time to listen to Colby, to be close to him. Every time I was near him, I zapped with electricity; a desperation I never knew. What would it be like if I was human? If we knew each other back then? What would it be like if we were born at the same time in the same state?
“Why are you afraid to move on?”
“I—All this time I wasn’t afraid, I just didn’t want to leave the human world, but now I can’t leave you. I want to stay with you, Colby.”
“Oh wow…” Sam muttered.
“What?” Colby said quickly.
“That was a long—Those were a lot of words,” he laughed sheepishly. “Um…” I repeated what I said but paraphrased it to make it easier for the box to pick me up. “I wasn’t afraid of it.”
“You aren’t?” Colby gasped. “Why haven’t you—”
“Missed people.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Let me stay with you.”
“What?” Colby paused this time. “So you didn’t move on because you missed people and now you want to stay with us? Is it because you haven’t talked to anyone except for us—”
“No,” I grumbled. “I want you, Colby. No one else.”
“You, Colby.”
“Me?” He whispered. “Why do you want to stay with me? You can’t do that. You need to move on–”
“I wish we had time together then you would understand.” I wished that I could cry like humans did at that moment. I cried, but no pressure relieved me.
“We could have had more time.” Colby’s body froze as he stared in shock at Sam. Or maybe he stared through him. He wanted something to look at; he couldn’t see me. I wished I could reveal myself to him, but I didn’t know how.
“Why do you want us to have more time?”
“Because we would have been together. I could have actually probably loved you.”
“I would have…. I didn’t catch— Love you.”
“I would have loved you…” Colby whispered. “It’s too late,” he told me, but the quietness of his voice sounded like he figured it out for himself.
“I can see you again, Colby.”
“See you again… Colby, dude it keeps saying your name.”
“I know,” Colby spoke absentmindedly. He looked like he was in a trance more than Sam was even though he rocked back and forth in the Estes method. “Are—Do you know me?”
“Maybe in a past life. We can find each other in the next.”
“Past life.”
“Holy shit.” His voice was quiet and I wanted nothing more than to hug him. I stood face to face with him in the blink of an eye.
“I will see you soon, Colby.”
And I kissed him.
He blinked quickly and warm surprise flooded me when he licked his lips once.
“See you soon.” He didn't know what to say. I felt the tension in his throat.
“Don’t cry. Now tell me to leave and then you can find me when you’re done living here.”
“Help me leave.” Colby shook his head.
“No–”
“Please help me, Colby. I need to go on. You can’t stay here forever. I’ll be able to see you still and you’ll be able to feel me until one day you’ll see me for the first time. Well, for the first time in this timeline. Isn’t that exciting?”
“Please help me… You will still… I didn’t hear—Oh, You’ll still feel me.”
“I—I don’t like—”
“It’s okay, don’t be scared.” I stood in the vortex again. “Help me leave. I’ll see you later.”
“Don’t be scared. Help me leave.”
“Okay,” Colby said as he shook himself out of it. “It’s alright, you can move on. Spirits leave this house, move on to the next life.”
That tug returned, but now it was unavoidable. The mirrors lulled me into a beckoning trance.
“Move on and be free from this house.”
The mirror pulled me in, the house was unreachable now.
“Love you.”
As Sam pulled off the blindfold, Colby’s eyes darted towards mine from where I traveled through the mirror, and from the look on his face—the pure focus on me, drift of his tear filled eyes across my face—he saw me.
Then all I saw was light.
A/N: I took a much needed break. Not to info or trauma dump, but my mom moved about four hours away from me a week ago, and I only found out three weeks before that. After helping her move, it's been pretty hard for me since we've only ever lived at most 10 minutes from each other. Thanks for being patient, and I'm going to hop back on that writing grind because I miss it!
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You Snooze, You Lose
John Stones x Reader
Warnings: childhood friends, losing touch, all the boys are so annoying, John is lowkey butthurt, a lot of assuming is happening, mentions of kidnapping, so many emotions, unspoken feelings and regrets, kyle is chief meddler, a little sexual humour, some friendly teasing, jack's love of gucci, divorce, alcohol and the consumption of.
Word Count: 3.9k
Author's Note: this is sooo self indulgent, shout out to pookie who helped me plot this <3 @themandaloriansdiaries
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Childhood friends; a story as old as time..
Everyone knows how it ends, it either works out or it doesn't. You stay friends forever and live happily ever after or you love and you lose, you move on and they stay a chapter in the story of your life.
That's what John Stones was for you.
Your best friend from the age of 9 until you turned 19. The boy across the street, the one that walked you to school, the one you joined at practice, cheering him on from the stands at games.
While you had been focused on making it through school, John's interests were elsewhere. Football was all he thought of, a ball by his feet 24/7. He joined his boyhood club, Barnsley, and worked his way up until he signed for them in 2011. You still remember his debut, the sense of pride and joy you felt was incomparable to anything else in your life.
After a year of playing for the first team at Barnsley, he was off to Everton. John moved, of course, making it easier for him to be with the team. He still returned home but you saw less and less of each other.
By the time he was 22, he was signed to Manchester City and that was the end of the two of you, or rather whatever was left of your friendship.
Granted you were very proud of him and all he achieved, but it still hurt you to lose your best friend. It wasn't 22 year old y/n that was losing her best friend but 9 year old y/n who used to sit in the stands and watch him practice for hours on end.
There wasn't much you saw of John after that. Maybe a hello in passing if you saw him when he returned home to see his family but it became less and less frequent, until all you had left was seeing his face on tv.
8 years, that's how long it's been since you've seen John. Time flies when you've both moved on with your lives.
You find yourself in Manchester, rainy and grey as always but a familiar feeling of coldness reminds you of home.
The jewellers assured you that your ring would be ready in a week and you'd be back then to pick it up. Half past 3 and you've got time until you need to head to the station to get your train home so what better way to spend the time then to shop?
You find your way through the busy streets and into the shops, picking out a few odds and ends for the house, shopping basket on your arm as you make your way through the store.
A text had your focus, trying to keep in your corner as you walked and texted at the same time. You hadn't even noticed as you were walking straight into someone until you hit them. It felt as if you walked into a brick wall, the person was solid to say the least.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," you say to the person, bending down to pick up your phone before they turn to see who's walked into them.
"Watch where you're going- y/n?" The voice sounds familiar, you think to yourself. How did they know your name?
You look up as you stand up, it takes you only a second to realize who's in front of you. "Johnny," you smiled, the nickname rolling off your tongue as it did many years ago.
"How are you?" The man asks, pulling you into a hug. You felt yourself relax, the feeling of his arms around you reminded you of home in the best way possible.
You take a step back, "I'm good, how are you?"
"Can't complain," he smiled, blue eyes twinkling under the horrendous fluorescent lights. "What brings you all the way to Manchester?"
"You say that as if Manchester is in a whole other part of the planet," you laughed. "But I came to the jewellers to get my ring fixed and I had some time before my train so I decided to do some shopping."
John nods, glancing at his watch. "It's half 5 now, most of the trains are gone by now, no?"
Your eyes widened a bit, "you're joking." Checking your own phone to see he was in fact right, it was half 5 and the last train to Barnsley just left. "Oh shit."
"How are you gonna get home then?" He asks and you shrug. "I'll probably take an Uber."
"No," he shakes his head. "I can't let you do that. I'll take you home."
It's your turn to shake your head. "Well I can't let you do that."
"Why not?" His brows furrowed, making you smile. "You've probably got things to do, big footballer like yourself." You joked.
John rolled his eyes playfully. "Shut up. It's fine. I'll take you home, I can't let you take an Uber, you're too pretty. What if the Uber driver decides to kidnap you? I won't forgive myself, you know."
You can't help but laugh, obnoxiously loud as well. Your hand covers your mouth, giggling behind it as you often did as a child. The action brings back fond memories for John. He smiles at you, his heart warm and fuzzy in his chest.
"What if you tried to kidnap me? I haven't seen you in years, I don't know what you do in your spare time now."
He chuckles, crossing over his heart with his finger. "I promise I'm not a kidnapper, you can call my mum and confirm."
"Fine," you tell him. "You're certain I'm not putting you out by accepting?"
"100 percent," he takes your basket from you, putting it into his shopping cart, pushing it down the aisle as you follow him. "I didn't even ask, where do you live?"
"Barnsley."
John stops and turns around to look at you. "Seriously? You never moved?"
"I mean I don't live in my parents' house anymore but yes, seriously." You laughed, nudging his jaw back around so he can watch where he's going.
The two of you cash out, John insists on paying for your stuff even though you tell him it's fine. He says okay but then removes the little separator between your stuff and his, putting it together without you noticing. You roll your eyes at his childishness, thanking him regardless. Ever the gentleman, leading you back to the car and carrying the bags before opening the door for you.
Certainly his car is worth more than your house but you got in, sitting quietly as he drove towards Barnsley.
The music plays in the background as he drives. "How come you never moved? From Barnsley?"
"It's home," you tell him, "plus not all of us become big footballers that can afford mega mansions."
John laughs, glancing over at you to see the smile on your face. "Speaking of footballers, I saw your last game. You were good."
"Just good?" he teased and you nod. "Mhm hm. You know me, I've always been more of a Liverpool girl."
"Ew," he makes a face, you can't help but laugh; something you did often in his presence. The short time you two had been back together made you feel like a child again.
Sometimes you still couldn't wrap your head around it. John, your John, the little blond boy from across the street was a professional footballer, and a damn good one at that. Playing for a treble winning team and for England, John was living his childhood dream and you couldn't be more proud of your best friend.
If you could even call him that anymore.
It was a short drive once he got off the exit, you directed him to your place. You lived 10 minutes away from your parents, you two used to walk these streets as kids, it was home after all.
John pulled into the driveway, his car looking out of place compared to the neighbourhood but he got out, taking your bags out of the trunk for you.
There's a man coming out of the house, putting his coat on and fishing his car keys out of his pocket as you get out of John's car. "Thank you for preventing my maybe kidnapping," you tell John, taking the bags from him.
He glances at the man and then back to you. "Yeah," he smiles, "anytime." He reaches for his phone, handing it to you. "Give me your number, so we can stay in touch."
You put your number in, telling him to text you so you could save his number. "Don't be a stranger," you say as he pulls you into a hug. "Even footballers have friends."
John laughs, a big smile on his face. "I know, I promise to text."
"Thank you again, for everything."
"Anything for an old friend."
You smile, "bye Johnny."
"Bye y/n."
John gets back into his car, watching as you walk up the driveway to the man who was by the front door. He doesn't pull off, but instead watches the interaction between the two of you. The man on the porch kisses your cheek before walking down to the driveway.
It takes John a moment to connect the dots; the ring at the jewellers, the house that looked like it was a happy home, the man on the porch, the kiss on the cheek.
You were married.
John's heart feels like it's been broken again, in a whirlwind of emotions; disbelief, regret, and a sense of longing. The realization stings of missed opportunities and unspoken words. Every laugh shared, every whisper, every stolen glance filled with love, every memory cherished now carried a bittersweet feeling.
The knowledge that he never confessed his love. It was unknown to you but John had always thought of you as his.
You were his y/n, his best friend, his girl.
No matter how much he tried to move on, despite the two of you never being more than friends, there was no woman compared to you. That's a horrible way to live, he can hear Kyle's words in his head, his teammate telling him he's got to get on with his life.
But how could he move on knowing you were still out there? All but a phone call away and yet he never reached out. He moved on with his life, achieving all he hoped, all but one thing.
He moved on and so did you. No one's to blame but himself.
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Kyle finds his teammate picking at his lunch, pushing the pieces of chicken around his plate with the fork. "Didn't your mum teach you it's rude to play with your food?" He says, glancing at the younger player.
John rolls his eyes in response. "Oh, we're moody today." Kyle takes a sip of his juice. "What's going on?"
"I saw y/n last week." John mumbles, staring at his half eaten lunch.
Kyle nearly spits out his juice and hits John in the face. "Y/n? As in.. your y/n?"
"Bumped into her at the store and took her home."
"What's the issue, mate? You took her home and what? The sex was that bad? I guess years of pining will do that to a guy."
"Shut up," John groans at his friend's crudeness. "We didn't have sex, you jackass. She's married."
"Oh," Kyle makes a face, and it's as if John can see the gears turning in his friend's head. He knows whatever is to come out of Kyle's mouth next is going to be ridiculous.
"Well, do you want me to beat up her husband? You can run in and save him, you'll look like the hero and she'll fall in love with you and leave her husband."
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life," John chuckles, "but no."
Kyle shrugs, taking a piece of chicken off of John's plate and eats it. "I offered a solution and you don't want it. You can't beat yourself up over her being married. You snooze, you lose, Johnny boy."
"Have I ever told you how unhelpful you are?"
"All the time," Kyle smiles. John's phone buzzes on the table, the man glances over to see who it is. "Who is it? Is it her?" Kyle asks, sticking his head over to see who texted John.
He pushes Kyle's head away and reads the message.
To John: Hi Johnny, you're invited to dinner on Sunday.
To John: Well I'm inviting you now. Sunday at mine at 6pm, or anytime after that? Does that work for you?
"Say yes," Kyle tells him before he can even think what to reply. John shakes his head, "I don't want to have dinner with her and her husband."
"What if I beat him-" "Shut up, that's not an option."
Kyle rolls his eyes, taking the phone from John and replying before he could stop him.
From John: Hi y/n, thank you for the invite, 6 works great for me. Can I bring anything?
"What did you do?" John tries to get his phone back from Kyle but he runs over to the other table where Jack and Erling were sitting.
To John: Just your pretty face ;)
"Why would you do that, you idiot?" John smacks Kyle's arm, taking his phone back. "This is going to be the most awkward dinner of my life."
Jack turns to see John and Kyle fighting. "What's going on?"
"Johnny boy's got dinner with a married woman." Kyle says, telling everyone John's business. Erling makes a face. "A married woman? Is that like.. a kink for you?"
"No!" John groans, putting his phone into his pocket. "She's a friend that happens to be married. It's not what Kyle made it seem like." He glares at his friend, Kyle shrugs.
Jack asks the important question. "What are you going to wear? Do you want to borrow one of my Gucci shirts?"
"I'd rather not look ugly," John says, making Jack roll his eyes. "Opposed to.. you looking like yourself? So just double ugly?"
He huffs, "I'll wear something I have. It's only dinner."
"If you say so," Jack makes a face, clearly disapproving of John's fashion choices.
John grumbles as he walks off, "I hate all of you."
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The days pass and John finds himself at your front door, heart beating out of his chest with nerves. He didn't want to have dinner with you and your husband. He wanted to turn back, to get into his car and leave.
He can't.
John's done scarier things, he's played matches that sent him into a spiral and yet, he's alive and well. One evening won't kill him.
It'll be in and out; dinner, small talk and then he'll leave with the excuse of an early training session.
He knocks, his palms sweaty. They take turns holding the bottle of wine as he wipes his palms on his jeans. The door opens, you're standing there with your hair over your shoulders and a big smile on your face.
"You made it," you stepped aside, "come in."
"I'm so sorry I'm late," he says as he walks in, noticing your bare feet he takes his shoes off. "I had a match and then we had the debrief and then I went home to shower, lost track of time and got stuck in traffic."
"Don't even worry about it," you tell him, shutting the door. John passes the bottle of wine over to you, "for you."
"I told you, you didn't need to fuss and bring anything." You accept the bottle with a smile regardless.
"It's no trouble, plus it's rude to show up empty handed." He says, watching as you walk to the kitchen. "Make yourself at home," you called out to him and John took that as his sign to poke around a bit.
He sticks his head into the living room, no sign of the husband. It's warm, homely. A couch against the back wall, tv by the window, fireplace along another wall. You've got photo frames hanging, some as decorations, some with actual photos.
There are three photos hung on the wall in the hallway, he stops to admire them. The middle frame had a little boy holding a baby wrapped up in a lavender blanket and the other two were what seemed to be school photos. The boy on the left and the girl on the right.
You peek out of the kitchen to see John looking at the photos. "Cute kids," he says. "Yours?"
Shrugging, you walk over to him. "Bought the house and they were on the wall, it seemed wrong to take them down."
"Oh," he makes a face, unsure what to say and you laugh, resting your hand on his bicep. "I'm kidding, they're mine. This is Sebastian," you point to your son and then your daughter. "This is Sophia."
"They're cute, they look like you."
"Genes are strong, Stonesy. Just like yours." You say, making him laugh. He nods as he knows what you meant. He and his sister were the same person, different genders.
"How old are they?" John asks while he follows you into the kitchen.
"Seb is 7 and Soph is 4."
"It's quiet, you'd think it'd be loud with little ones. Are they not home?"
"No," you handed him a glass of wine. "They're at their dad's for the weekend."
"Oh," John says, taking a sip of his wine. "You're not married?"
You make a face, one of disgust rather as you turned to your friend. "God no, ew. Why would you think that?"
John laughs at your face. "I just thought.. you said you had to get your ring fixed so I assumed your wedding ring."
"It's my blue one, the one you gave me for my birthday before you left for Everton." You tell him, checking on the roast in the oven.
John thinks back, he did gift you a ring for your 18th birthday, it was a few months before he signed for Everton. He thought it'd be a nice thing to give you, 18 was a big birthday plus he was officially making big boy money, not as much as he made now, but more than enough that he could afford to buy his best friend a nice gift for her birthday.
"I can't believe you still have that."
"Well I thought about pawning it off but the guy said he'd only give two pounds, so I figured I'd keep it. Sentimental value or something like that." You joked, John rolled his eyes at your words playfully.
"Yeah, yeah. Is there anything I can help with? I feel bad sitting around."
"Take the roast out of the oven? The pan is unnecessarily heavy." You set the plates on the table and John looks at you while walking to the oven. "You made a roast?"
"Well it's Sunday, isn't it?"
John nods, "it is. I haven't had a proper one in years, like actually sitting at the table and eating it. It's always left overs from mum because I had other stuff to do."
"It's so depressing," you chuckled. "Wait, I didn't even ask, can you eat this? Aren't you on some super footballer diet or something?"
"It's fine," he tells you, carrying the pan to the table. "One night won't kill me."
Dinner was quiet, the two of you chatted and caught up on as much as you can about the last 8 years. You talked about family, yours and his, he told you stories of his teammates and shared little memories he cherished from your childhood, you told him about your kids and how they drive you mad everyday.
It was nice, it was the grown up version of eating Chinese take out at 3am in the kitchen as teens.
You find yourself on the couch, each of you with a glass of wine and the almost empty bottle on the coffee table.
"I wonder, since you thought I was married, are you hiding a relationship?" You asked, finishing off your glass before setting it on the table. "Am I going to see myself in a headline somewhere? John Stones spotted cheating on wife with mystery woman." You both laughed at the made up headline.
"No," he shook his head. "I'm single, no need to worry." He mirrored your action and set the empty glass on the table before leaning back into the couch. "But if I can ask, what happened between you and your.. husband? Were you married ?"
"I was," you nodded. "We thought we could make it work but between work and the kids, we have no time for each other and we were miserable, even when we were together. It wasn't good for us nor was it good for the kids. So instead of the kids having one unhappy home, we decided to call it quits and let them have two happy homes."
"That's very mature of you both."
"I'd like to think so." You smiled. "What about you? How come you're single? You're young and handsome and talented."
"You think I'm handsome?" He raised an eyebrow. You roll your eyes, laughing as you smack his arm lightly. "Shut up, you know what I meant."
"Well, I never moved on.. from someone in the past."
"Oh.. someone broke your heart?" You shifted to face him fully. "Tell me everything."
John smiles, some things never change. "Sorta, I mean, not really. It was a long time ago and when I left home, I left her behind and I regret that. I shouldn't have left like that, we should have figured something out. I should have reached out but I didn't. I think I wasn't sure how to, so I never did.''
You nod, thinking. You understood what he meant but you were trying to figure out who he was talking about so you started naming off the girls he used to see while he was living in Barnsley and Liverpool.
"It's none of them," he says, smiling at your effort.
"So who is it?" You asked, brows furrowed. "I know all your exes."
John smiles at you, the twinkle in his eyes as he looked at you was a dead give away, and it hits you like a freight train. "It's.. me?" You look at him, your cheeks bright red when he nods.
It reminds him of when you two were younger, the two of you giggling until you're out of breath and red in the face.
"So pretty," he whispers, going to pinch your cheek. "Shut up," you mumble, swatting his hand away. John smiles, hand cupping your cheek.
A hand wraps around his wrist, the two of you looking at each other. In that moment, years of unspoken words hung in the air. Without a single word said, they both knew what the other was feeling - a feeling that had been buried deep within you both for so long.
With a soft smile, John leaned in, closing the gap between you. Your lips met in a kiss, pulling you into him. As they sat on the couch, still intertwined, John and y/n felt a sense of peace wash over them.
It was as if the weight of years of unspoken emotions had finally been lifted off their shoulders.
John's forehead pressed to yours, "do you know how long I've been waiting to do that?"
"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to do that?" You giggled, kissing him once more.
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I feel like you've done this before but can we get lazy human reader who is insanely powerful.
Reader is known to be napping even in the oddest places once she was found napping on too of Cerberus stomach while the hell hound napped away as well. She has a habit of pulling people who have a bed like vine into a hug and not letting go for ages.
Though she volunteer to fight much to bruhilda worry She grumbles as she walks into the arena saying she would rather be sleeping. The god that mocks her for her attitude is quickly slammed into the wall shocking everyone even odin by readers strength Reader just turns back to human entrance and coolly says " you gods havent been worth the energy to wake up for in years what made you think I would be bright eyed for cowards like you.
Reader is later revealed to be once a warrior for zeus that was highly skilled and respected even by the prideful god but reader has gone through many recantations so he was unable to recognize her.
-You gait was a little wobbly as you walked into the arena, as you had just woken up from your nap, third of the day and it was only noon.
-Many were confused as you walked to the middle of the arena where your opponent was waiting for you, you didn’t look like a warrior, not in the slightest.
-You covered your mouth as you yawned deeply as Heimdall announced the start of the match, stretching your other arm up, “I’m sleepy~”
-Cue a collective, arena wide face palm as everyone yelled at you that you had just woken up from a nap. You looked confused as Heimdall scolded you, “You were found sleeping on top of Cerberus- again, not ten minutes ago! How can you still be sleepy?!”
-You just shrugged as your opponent’s eyelids were twitching, “You brat! This tournament is for the fate of you damned humans- show us some respect or else-”
-You easily charged and swung out with a roundhouse kick, sending him flying back and into the arena wall, creating a crater before he fell to his knees then to his face, unconscious.
-Jaws dropped all around before eyes went to you as you flicked your hair back over your shoulder, “Why would I be bright eyed for you gods? You all haven’t been worthy my energy for years!”
-Eyes went wide before Zeus shouted down, “Y/N- your name is Y/N right?” you nodded, twirling a piece of your hair around your finger, “That’s me~~” his eyes went wide, “Holy- I didn’t even realize it was you!!”
-Everyone was quickly yelling out in shock as you were revealed to be the reincarnation of one of Zeus’ most powerful warriors, also named Y/N, who died years ago and was reincarnated multiple times over.
-There was nothing left of that powerful aura of the long forgotten god, as you were now a human, but your strength was proof that it was indeed you.
-You wandered backstage, so you could take a victory nap before your mid-afternoon nap, finding a large couch, one you could spread out comfortably on.
-(Love) came to find you, wanting to ask you questions about your power, only to find you already fast asleep. He couldn’t help but chuckle, coming closer and Brunnhilde, who was passing, “You don’t want to get to close to her while she’s sleeping.” He turned, confused by her words, “What? Why?”
-Your arms shot up like striking snakes, wrapping around his neck and you instantly pulled him on top of you before flipping the both of you over, so you were laying on top of him, hugging him close, still fast asleep.
-Brunnhilde sighed softly, “I tried to warn you- good luck~” He panicked, whispering after her, “Wait! Don’t leave me here!” you sighed softly, snuggling down into him and he paused before he went limp and quiet, not willing to disturb you.
-You were very warm and soothing, despite just sleeping, you felt relaxing, so he let himself relax, dozing off as he was being held hostage in something he would later dub your ‘nap attack’.
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LOST CAUSE
bada lee x reader (part 3)
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warnings: none I think, pls comment if there are any needed
content: angst on angst, confused gays, sad times for bada, a lil bit of ??? x reader, idek man just read it, unedited because I refuse to reread my own stories
bada couldn't concentrate.
that much was obvious to every student present in the class that she was currently attempting to teach, as well as her team members, two of which had to take over while she leaned against the wall, feigning supervision while thinking of, well, you.
she didn't know what to make of the last interaction you two had. or, rather, she knew exactly what to make of it, and she just didn't like the implications.
she was a bad friend.
although she was glad that you had confronted her about her tendencies, and she now had the opportunity to do better in the future, she couldn't help but wonder if you even wanted that.
but she couldn't lose you, she couldn't even bare the thought of it, that would be like a solar system without it's star, virtually useless and incomplete. she had to do better, before you... no, nope. you weren't going anywhere, not on her watch. she would redeem herself, whatever it took.
"bada!" she jumped at the sound of her own name, muffled by the thoughts racing through her mind, thoughts of you and only you.
"welcome back to earth." lusher said flatly, standing tall in front of where bada had chosen to sit on the floor in the corner of the studio, moping in her self inflicted sadness.
"you shouldn't be here, you know? you should be at home, talking to her." bada nodded solemnly, her gloomy expression thankfully covered by her bucket hat. "I know."
lusher nudged bada's knee with her foot repeatedly, earning an annoyed groan from bada who swatted her foot, but, she smiled for what was most likely the first time that day. "well, if you know that, then why are you here?"
"because she told me to go, I didn't wanna push her any further." bada said simply, her smile vanishing just as quickly as it arrived. how could she be happy at all, while knowing that she had been hurting you all this time?
lusher clicked her tongue, pulling bada up to her feet and placing her hands on her shoulders, speaking with a certain seriousness. "she didn't mean it. go, bada. I've known her long enough to know that she... sometimes has trouble telling you how she actually feels. classes end in 20 anyway."
she didn't need to be told twice. bada was off, fingers drumming nervously on the steering as the pit in her stomach grew and grew, and grew. god, she hoped that you were still there when she opened the door.
maybe you would be in one of her many oversized shirts, your perfect figure practically drowning as you cooked something up for yourself in the kitchen, mindlessly humming to a song as you stood in front of the stove, spatula in hand. and she could come up behind you, wrapping her arms around your middle, humming the same tune.
or maybe, you'd be furiously shouting at the TV, watching some horror movie that had stumbled upon, which would always do a better job of aggravating you than scaring you. and bada would sit next to you, pulling you into her lap as you took turns criticising the characters' stupid, plot driving decisions.
god, she wanted you, she needed you to still be there when she unlocked the door.
so that you could have a full conversation about everything, every issue, every minute problem, every feeling, all of it. you'd most likely tell her that you're not very fond of her right now, which would be completely understandable, and then she would apologise profusely, get on her knees and beg if that's what it took, and tell you how she felt, if you asked.
how did she even feel?
she loved you, of course. you had been her rock, a safe space for her to be her most authentic self. sometimes, she would all awake at night, filled with some indescribable emotion that she could only attempt to describe as pure love. just the thought that you were in her life was enough to almost make her chest explode with glee.
she was so sure that all those feelings were typical of people who had been close for years, but she wasn't as certain anymore. but that didn't matter right now, she would categorise and sort her feelings out after she fixed the rift that she had caused between the two of you.
you would be her first priority from now on, always.
☆
"you know, you need to stop doing that." minah's voice rang out, a knowing look on her face.
"she looked sad, and I knew why, so I gave her a little push." lusher shrugged, locking the class door behind her, falling into step with minah as her and the rest of the members clocked out for the day.
"that's not what I meant. it's great that you helped bada." minah corrected, hooking her arm with hers as they made their way to their homes.
lusher sighed in mock exasperation before questioning minah. "then what did you mean? I'm not in the mood for guessing games right now."
"I mean, that you can't keep sabotaging your own feelings for her sake." that only led to another sigh leaving lushers' mouth.
throughout the years of knowing you, lusher had developed some feelings for you, but it was nothing major. but another thing she had to live with as a result of knowing you this long, were your unwavering feelings for bada.
they were, at least in lushers' opinion, completely impenetrable. it's not like she didn't understand, bada certainly treated you in a vastly different, much more intimate and compassionate way than she did anyone else, so your feelings definitely weren't baseless.
she just didn't feel like messing with your heart even further by adding her silly schoolgirl crush into the mix of your love for bada and bada's inability to look inwards for fucking once.
if she was in bada's shoes, you would've never left the club upset, because she would've never said no to an opportunity to hang out with just you. but, you being upset at the club is what led to you spending the night at her house, so lusher was selfishly a little thankful that it happened, in a roundabout sort of way.
she had to fight the urge to be visibly giddy when she saw you in her shirt for the first time. god, it looked so much better on you, she's not even mad that you left with it.
"I just, don't wanna add any more to the craziness going on with her. and you know I have the worst timing imaginable, the second I decide to confess to her, bada's gonna barge into the room and profess her undying love and then they're gonna make out in front of me." lusher ranted slightly as they made they're way to her front door.
"that was oddly specific. have you thought about this before?" minah questioned while stifling a laugh, putting an arm around lushers' shoulders. "but if you're not going to confess which is fine, then you should consider maybe not playing cupid either, you're only hurting yourself. they'll get together on their own if it's meant to be."
lusher nodded, hugging minah goodbye before entering her apartment. she was right as always, lusher had a nasty habit of trying to push you and bada into each others arms. maybe it was guilt? she felt bad for even feeling the way she did about you, so she overcompensated by helping you get closer to your dream girl, bada.
she just didn't want to see you hurting, and if she had to choose between her feelings and yours, it wouldn't even be a question. which is why she convinced bada to go finish her conversation with you, because she knew that you weren't okay.
so imagine her surprise when she saw you, in her kitchen, in another one of her shirts.
her mouth fell when her eyes met yours. "what are you doing here?" she blurted out in a high pitched voice. no, no, no, this was not how it was supposed to go. you were supposed to be at bada's place, and you guys were supposed to work out all the kinks in your relationship, maybe even get into a relationship.
"I just wanted to hang out. sorry, I shouldn't have intruded." you said simply, looking through a cupboard for something to snack on.
she wanted to tell you that bada was currently at her apartment for you, a part of her even wanted to drive you there and push you even further away from her.
but, another part of her wanted to take in minahs' advice, and not do anything. if you wanted to hang out her, then so be it.
"there isn't much in there, I'll just order delivery."
a/n: love triangle alert!!!
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"Colourful Pills"
"Colourful Pills" (in case you can't read the colours, sorry I got creative)
Recom Mansk x Recom Y/N
Masterlist
There are two versions of Mansk:
1. The quiet, soft and whipped one. He acts like this when he has a genuine crush and has fallen hard.
2. Mansk is cocky and confident, keeping up his badass and intimidating image. He may find you attractive but he isn’t in love.
(this is a friends with benefits arrangement)
Summary: Mansk has been your best friend for many years. When you go into heat, he is a good friend and there to help you :)
WARNINGS: SMUT, foul language, oral f. receiving, penetration, mating (with tsaheylu), heat fucking
Word Count: 6936
Mansk and I worked in the same department as humans. During the battle, we were sent out into the field at different times so we didn’t know we lost each other.
I woke up first with Walker, Ja and Lopez. They had to wake us up in smaller groups in case something went wrong. Once we were dressed we were dismissed to take our new bodies for a ‘test run’. Walker and I went to the cafeteria to help some soldiers move heavy furniture. We were often assigned tasks like these because the RDA decided to take advantage of our height and strength.
The others were woken up after us and the second group came through the door which consisted of Prager, Brown, Warren and Mansk.
I was holding up a huge cupboard by pressing it against my back to keep it from falling while the human soldiers worked on removing something from the wall behind it. Walker was standing nearby while Ja was sitting and just watched.
“Ay, welcome back group 2.” Ja joked and Lopez grinned, getting up to greet his previous friends.
After that was out the way they turned to Walker and me who were now both holding up the furniture.
“Who are they?” Brown asked. It was difficult to recognise a face in Na’vi form. Especially when we had our backs turned to them.
“Walker and Y/N.” Lopez said, smiling when he saw how we were struggling.
Mansk’s ears perked up when he heard your name. You had died? But more importantly, you were alive now? You were a part of the recom team?
He looked between the two Na’vi females and recognised you by your movements and hair. Yep, it was you.
I turn around, pushing the cupboard upright by pressing my back into it again. Mansk had seen my face now and was relieved and happy to see me.
My eyes meet his and I freeze.
“Mansk?” I call out, wondering whether it was him.
“You know her?” Prager asked and Mansk looked at his feet, grinning to himself in slight pride before walking to me. He knew the girl they were all watching.
My mouth drops open and I straighten my posture, taking a step forward.
“Y/N don’t let it go!” Walker shouts almost crumbling beneath the weight herself. I flinch and quickly turn around, helping her push it back up all the way.
“God damn, it almost crushed us.” She says, wiping her forehead. I laugh lightly and apologise before turning back to my friend I’ve known for years.
“Hey.” he said, smiling at me and glancing at the cupboard.
“I didn’t know you-”
“Yeah, I thought it might be a good idea.” Mansk says and I smile. “I didn’t know you signed up for the programme either.” he says to me.
“Well, why not? Don’t have much to lose, so.” I say with a chuckle and his smile widens.
From then on things went smoothly. Mansk and I felt comfortable with each other because we knew each other for so long. We sat together during meal times whenever one of us wasn’t already crowded up by other recom’s and we would mess around during training sessions.
One day, the Colonel called all the recom’s into one of the lab rooms for some type of lesson or meeting. I followed Lyle who knew where to go. We were already a few minutes late because one of the doors didn’t react to our keycard. Mansk was walking behind me as we rushed past people and through hallways.
Since many soldiers and other workers had never seen real Na’vi before in their lives, seeing the recom’s was interesting to them. When you would all walk somewhere, most people stopped what they were doing to watch. That was the case now as well and everyone moved out of our way.
Mansk’s newly sensitive ears would catch a few comments some people dropped and since he was walking behind you he would see how mainly male soldiers would watch you go by and then joke or say something inappropriate.
When he walked by he glared at them, stepping into their space to make them flinch out of the way. Once, he even snarled at a soldier and was surprised at how naturally it came to him. It just made him angry to see people ogle you. Especially because you were his friend.
Lyle opened the door and we three stepped in, seeing the other recom’s already gathered around a large beamed-up display screen. There were two humans in lab coats getting a presentation started.
The Colonel flashed a glare at Lyle for us being late before we went and stood by them. I walked over to Z-Dog who was also closest to me and Mansk was pulled to Prager and Lopez by Prager and Lopez so that he was roughly standing behind me.
The two people started talking and it seemed they were explaining our bodies to us again. We had been informed of the main parts before we signed up to become recom’s but it seems they had more to add.
About 20 minutes in I was starting to lose interest until one of them opened a small carton box and pulled out pills which were definitely not for humans to swallow.
“Also, uh- you three, “ One of them says, motioning to Walker, Z-Dog and me. “...will need to take these.” he says, holding up the yellow and green pills which look completely abnormal. Then he claps his hands and closes the presentation.
Z and I exchange confused looks. He didn’t say why.
“Okay, that’s it for today-”
“Why do we need them?” I ask, putting my weight on one leg while looking at him with crossed arms. He stops mid-sentence and looks at me, seeming almost nervous.
“Well- it’s complicated…” he says, looking at his work partner for help who is now avoiding eye contact with us.
“I wanna know what it is before I take it.” I add and Walker nods, not seeming particularly happy.
I hear the Colonel sigh and see him pinch the bridge of his nose if our noses even have those anymore. Maybe it was just a force of habit.
“Y/N if I tell you te’ swallow those pills, you’re gonna swallow ‘em. Understood?” he asked and I uncrossed my arms.
“Yes, sir.” I reply, looking away but the human intervenes.
“No, it’s okay.” he says.
“Completely understandable.” the other adds on.
He takes a deep breath. “You see, the Na’vi have certain seasonal behaviour.” he says and I listen, wondering where the fuck this is going.
“That includes mating season.” he says and my smirk drops from my face. Oh no. Now I regret asking. Z looks at me and chuckles, seeing how mortified I look.
“Female Na’vi go into ‘heat’ and since that season is approaching you need to take these.” he says, motioning back to the pills. I’m speechless and it seems everyone else is too. Everyone but the Colonel, who seemed to already know that.
“Otherwise you won’t be able to work properly.” he says, seeming relieved it was over and how well he handled it. Z nudges me playfully and I slap her hand away, acknowledging my mistake of asking.
“What’es that mean?” a recom a bit further away asks and the scientist sighs, seeming to regret their career choices.
“ ‘Means Y/N will be uncontrollably horny if she doesn’t listen.” Z happily answers, sparing the human the trauma.
“More like painfully horny.” Walker adds and chuckles.
A few chuckles erupt around us and I clutch my face in my hand. I can feel someone’s eyes burning into me from behind but I refuse to turn around because I’m too embarrassed.
“Just take them.” The person says, handing me a packet before giving them to Z and Walker.
“Yes.” I mumble, examining and inspecting the pills from a closer angle.
“How do we stop it if we forget to take ‘em?” Walker asks as the human returns to the front.
“You can’t. The only other solution is, uh- mating.” he replies, adjusting his glasses and Walker wheezes. Z laughs at her reaction.
“Like, male and female?” I ask and Quaritch groans in frustration because he feels like he’s taking care of hormonal teenagers.
Yet only we three had the courage to ask.
“Yes, male and female.” the scientist reassures.
“Hm.” I hum and Z glances at me.
“Ask it now or I will.” she says, nudging my elbow again but I refuse, not wanting this to come up in conversation. Z-Dog however is ruthless and couldn’t care less.
“What about female and female.” she looks at the scientist with a grin, resting an arm on my shoulder. I glance up at him and he seems nervous again. A recom snorts behind us and Quaritch has given up on his team.
“Uh- no that won’t work.” he says, no longer looking into our eyes.
Z pretends to be heartbroken with the goal of further embarrassing me.
“Damn, Y/N I thought we could have fun.” she pouts.
“Shut up right now.” I whisper my threat, trying to hold back laughter. Walker is fighting her laugh too. Z’s smirk turns into a bigger grin before she nods, letting me be.
The meeting is over and I’m one of the first people to exit the room, heading straight to our dormitories.
Someone jogs to catch up with me and I glance at them, noticing it’s Mansk. Oh god.
“Hey, where you runnin’ off to?” he asks with a breathy laugh.
“Away from Zdinarsk.” I say, groaning and running my hand over my face. He laughs as we walk before his gaze falls to the pills I’m holding.
“Can I see?” Mansk asks and I nod, handing him the odd-looking medication.
“Well, at least you won’t lose ‘em.” he jokes, hinting to their absurd colour and I chuckle before he gives them back. “Yeah.”
We reach our rooms and he pats my back. “You better take ‘em otherwise I’ll have to be fighting off the others for you.” Mansk jokes, his eyes gazing into mine as he rests his hands in his pockets. I smile and nod.
“I’m not gonna risk it.” I say and he nods.
“See you around.” Mansk replies with a smile and a light wave before walking to his room which was only a few doors down. I go inside to my shared room with Z and place the pills on the table.
The next few days are normal but on the fourth day after the meeting, I woke up feeling really thirsty. My mouth is dry but somehow it is salivating at the same time. I sit up, looking down at my body only to realise I had kicked the blanket off of me while sleeping. My skin felt really warm and my head was a little fuzzy.
I gasp, remembering the heat cycle. I get on my knees, holding on to the railing of the bunk bed and look underneath me only to find that Z-Dog was already gone. My heart sank even more and I quickly check the time. Shit. I overslept. Not just a little, it was already LATE AFTERNOON!
Climbing down the ladder I groan, pissed off the Z didn’t wake me. But maybe I was sleeping so tightly she couldn’t.
The pills…
That didn’t matter that much though because my body was burning up and I needed to take the pills.
They weren’t on the table anymore. I stand there, blankly staring at the spot I had left them in. Maybe Z thought they were hers? Or she took them on purpose to annoy me. Whatever she had done, it was bad and I was having a crisis. I dig through our bags and underneath our blankets, pillows and mattresses but there is nothing. No sign of them at all.
Okay plan B, find Z-Dog and get them back.
I put my hand on the doorknob before freezing. My eyes scan my body before I look back up and let out a frustrated sigh.
“Clothes.” I mumble, almost forgetting. But there was no time to get dressed in uniform so I just threw a t-shirt I found on a chair over me, keeping on my sleeping bra and shorts.
“Go find Z.” I mumble, rubbing my forehead. I don’t know why I was speaking my thoughts out loud but it helped me organise them.
I close the door behind me, speedwalking down the corridor before my body is punched with the feeling of thirst once again. It’s so extreme that I’m panting.
“Water...” I mumble, hastily looking around. The plan of finding Z is gone now.
Perfect! Mansk’s room is right here. He’ll have water if he’s there. Without another single little thought going through my ‘heat drunk’ and clouded mind, I’m already knocking on his door. I raise my knuckles and knock again, calling out his name and before I can let my hand rattle his door once more he opens it, seeming confused as to why the knocking was so urgent.
“Y/N?” he asks, standing in the doorway but I can’t even greet him I just push past Mansk and walk inside his room. He seems surprised but amused and closes the door behind him, turning to me.
I’m mumbling and chanting ‘water’ as I look for a water bottle or a can with any drink in it.
“What are you doin’?” he asks, smirking at me and my weird behaviour.
“I’m thirsty.” I say as if it were the most obvious thing on the planet.
“Right. And you ran out of water?” he asks, stepping closer.
“No?” I reply. It hadn’t crossed my mind to go back to my room for water.
Mansk doesn’t question it further and fishes a bottle out of his bag, handing it to me. I quickly grab the plastic, gulping down the water and panting once it’s done. Why am I still panting? It should be gone by now.
“Damn. Are you okay?” he asked and I stared blankly for two seconds before looking at him and shaking my head.
“I need to find Zdinarsk.” I say, putting the empty bottle down. “Help me find her please, it’s urgent.” I say, walking to the door but only making it halfway before my body tenses up and I’m instinctively pressing my legs together.
Mansk seems agitated by something. He unclasps his hands from tightly balled fists before looking back up at me. “What happened?” he asked, sounding normal which made me forget his odd behaviour. Not that mine was any more normal.
“I forgot to take my pills.” I mumble, palming my forehead before nervously looking at him as if he had a solution. Mansk chuckles, thinking I’m joking. How could someone lose such brightly coloured meds?
“Yeah, you lose your uniform too?” he playfully said back, grinning a little. I stared at him helplessly. I needed these pills now.
“Mansk I’m serious. I can’t find them and I think Z-Dog has them-” I say, bending over and leaning my arms on my knees while I pant for air.
The smirk falls right from Mansk’s face as he watches me carefully, studying my every move and my behaviour.
“We need to-” I say, gulping and then gasping for air. “... find her, before I…” I say trailing off and standing upright, now looking at the ceiling. Sweat beads were forming on my skin and I felt my core throbbing. But I tried ignoring it as best I could because I didn’t want to make it weird for Mansk.
“You sayin’ you didn’t take the meds?” he asks, wrapping a hand around the edge of a chair and squeezing it until his knuckles turn white. His ears are strained back and his tail starts swaying a little more wildly. Similar to the way mine is acting which I only notice now.
“No, I couldn’t find-”
“And you came here?” he asks, raising his voice a little. I look up at him and he notices how glossy my eyes have become.
“I didn’t know where else to go-” I reply almost in a sob, my voice breaking. Suddenly I feel overly emotional.
“I thought you could help me.” I say, sniffling. Mansk tilts his head to the side a little and I notice how tense he is.
“Help?” he repeats.
“Find Z so I can get the pills back and-” I whine, wrapping an arm around my waist. It was starting to ache between my legs and it was becoming extremely hard to ignore.
“Y/N the pills won’t help now.” He tells me and my ears perk forward.
What does he mean? How would they not?
“But the doctor said-”
“You have to take them before you… feel like this. Not during it.” Mansk states and I stare at him wide-eyed. That’s it then I’m done for.
“They said it while you were leavin’.” he added, mumbling the last part.
I whimper, hugging my waist and crouching down. What do I do now?
Mansk is watching me, fighting the urge to come to help me.
The second you walked past him and into his room, he could smell your strong and sweet scent. It filled his nostrils and now it was all he could smell. It was addicting to him, luring him towards you so he had to resist for the sake of your friendship. But seeing you fight it like that made him feel bad.
“It hurts…” I sob, my hands trembling a little. Never in my life have I experienced a feeling this intense. Nothing could compare to the cravings I had for the filthiest things I could imagine.
“That bad, huh?” Mansk asks, taking a few steps towards me and I nod through a sniffle.
It would make Mansk a bad friend if he wouldn’t offer to help you. Not that he was pushing himself to do so. In fact, he was holding himself back from just doing what his own instincts told him to do. But you were important to him and he could never leave you hanging like this in misery. Mansk was able to give you what you needed and he was also more than happy to do so.
“I can help you with that.” he offered, towering over my bent-over form. I look up through now teary eyes. The sight makes his stomach twist with excitement.
Slowly I get up, pushing myself off my knees so that I’m standing in front of him.
He was looking at me seriously and I could tell he wasn’t joking or making fun of me.
“Help me?” I ask, completely dumbfounded and he nods, not tearing his eyes away from mine. I notice how much darker his have become.
“How?” I ask, just wanting to make sure we mean the same thing.
The corners of his lips turned upwards slightly as he admired my widely blown eyes nervously flickering and scanning his face.
“Y/N what is it you want right now?” he asks, placing a finger beneath my chin to make me look at him. “What do you need?”
My lips part slightly as I feel the urge to answer but the answer is right in front of me. Since I’m too much mentally gone, I just truthfully answer.
“You.” I whisper, oddly feeling no shame. Mansk looks very pleased with my answer.
“How bad?” he teases, swiping his thumb over my wet lips.
I shivered, closing my eyes at the sensation for a second before looking back at him.
“So bad…” I whisper, trying to stay composed but then I break. My eyebrows furrow and I whimper, clenching my thighs together. “Mansk I need you so much…”
He wasn’t expecting you to be so desperate but it definitely turned him on by that much more. Now he was horny too and he felt his dick twitch at your words.
“Fuck, babygirl you gon’ have me actin’ up if you keep doin’ that.” he smirked, admiring how flushed my cheeks have become.
“You want me?” he asks, wanting to make sure one last time before you both overstep the boundary of your friendship.
“Let me take care of you.” he whispers, leaning down and pulling my body flush against his. His hand wraps around the back of my neck as he pulls my face to his and our lips are firmly pressed against each other. I immediately melt into him, accepting everything he’s giving me.
“Yes.” I cry out, throwing my head back and he grins.
I tightly clench my fingers around the cloth of his tanktop, humming into the kiss and he growls.
Mansk’s hands are planted on my back, pulling me further into him as they trace down lower. Suddenly, he slides them down and gropes the flesh of my ass. I moan into the kiss and he takes advantage of that and lets his tongue explore my mouth.
Mansk doesn’t keep you waiting for long though. He knows how bad you have it and quite frankly, seeing you like this has him becoming desperate for you too. But he will make sure you get what you need before he takes care of himself.
We pull away for air and Mansk keeps his eyes locked with mine.
“What you need from me, sweat’eart?” he asks, now breathing heavier too.
I know what I want him to do but I’m still scared of making him uncomfortable.
He smiles when you look away, noticing how shy you are even in this state. Mansk liked it. Mainly because you were always cocky and teasing around him. Finally, he got to see this side of you and it did things to him.
“C’mon pretty, tell me and I’ll do it.” he cooed softly, cupping my cheek in a comforting way as he leaned in a little closer so that he could watch my every reaction.
“Touch me…” I say but it comes out sounding like a squeak. Mansk groans through his clenched jaw, balling his fist up tightly again but this time in the cloth of my loose t-shirt. This is really putting all his self-control to the test.
“Where?” He asks, wanting you to be precise so he can please you as best he can. That was really Mansk’s main priority right now. But he saw how your hot tears were threatening to spill and felt a little bad about making you spell it out for him.
“Anywhere.” I whine, looking up at him with big eyes which are clearly asking for help while I sniffle.
That’s all your best friend needs to hear. It’s also all he can stand and listen to because now he was no longer able to restrain himself from touching you.
His hands rested on the side of my lower waist and he gently guided me backwards until my knees were pushed against the bed.
He smiled to reassure me and I sat down on his mattress. He leaned down on his arms and connected our lips once again before tapping my thigh and signalling me to move over. I listened while my own stomach twisted in excitement and anticipation.
He straightened his posture and his arms reached behind his back before he tugged his own top over his head. I couldn’t tear my eyes from him. He looked perfect in every goddamn way. Everything on him looked sculpted and so attractive I wanted to worship and touch his body.
But that wasn’t happening. At least not today because Mansk was here to help you.
He leaned down, placing a knee on the bed and making the mattress dip before he crawled over to me. I had my head resting on his pillow and he smirked down at me.
Never would he have thought he would have you like this. And all to himself too.
When the heat cycle was mentioned, Mansk immediately felt protective again. He would make sure no one would get especially close to you, other than himself of course. You were close friends so there wouldn’t be any suspicions.
His large, warm hands travel up my waist and with them he slowly pushes up the fabric of my shirt, making the cloth crinkle until it reaches above my chest. I lean forward and he helps me take it off so that I’m only left in my bra and shorts I wear to bed.
“You’re so pretty, baby.” he mumbles, kissing down the warm skin of my neck. My hands find his bare torso and I trace his skin, exploring and feeling as much of him as I can. I’d seen him shirtless before during training but this was so much more intimate.
He notices the way I shiver at his words, taking note of how his praise affects me. He’d use that to his advantage later.
All fabric on my skin is now bothering me and finally, my knight in shining armour helps me by peeling my bra off. I sigh, feeling more comfortable with every piece of clothing being discarded.
The sight makes his confident self falter for a few seconds. He always knew you were attractive. That was part of the reason he looked out for you so much too. Obviously, he cared for you but he knew that your looks often lured in the wrong kind of attention and he saw it as his duty to protect you from those kinds of people.
But you weren’t just pretty or hot anymore, you were beautiful to him.
Mansk leaned down, needing to touch you as much as you needed to be touched right now.
He resumed his kisses, peppering them down my skin which made butterflies come to life inside me. I ran my fingers through his hair as he kisses down the valley of my chest. One of his hands came up from resting next to me and he gently massaged my breast, paying attention to my every sigh and hitched breath.
His ears would perk forward at every sound and movement you made and his tail was giving away his own excitement. But he still ignored it, using you as a focal point.
I squirmed beneath him, craving more. “Mansk…” I breathe out and it encourages him to move on further.
His hands trace down my sides until they reach the last remaining fabric on my body. Mansk’s fingertips hook underneath the waistband of my shorts and I lift my hips up. He interprets this as a clear indication of consent and pulls them down my legs, making sure my tail doesn’t get tangled in them.
I was now completely bare in front of him and I heard Mansk sigh. His body relaxed as he stared down at me, admiring every curve and wrinkle on my body.
“God, you look so beautiful.” he breathes out his compliment but it almost sounds like a curse escaping his lips. As if he was losing himself more every second he used, gazing at you.
“Mansk, please-” I whine, surprising myself by raising one of my legs and opening them for him.
He was speechless. Previously he had stated that he loved your shy side. But you showing yourself to him like that was the hottest thing he has ever seen and Mansk was officially pussy drunk.
“Fuck.” he breathed out, moving further down the bed so he could properly look at you. His hands slide up my thighs and he gently parts them even further, being completely hypnotised by you. Your scent was the strongest it has ever been and he could now properly see how wet you were. Wet was an understatement at this point. You were wet when you woke up. Now you were dripping.
The slick had covered your entire pussy and had already spread down the insides of your thighs a little.
Mansk’s lips were parted and his mouth was salivating a lot at the sight gracing his eyes. He watches how your core was faintly pulsing, clenching around nothing and that’s when he finally understood how badly you needed his help.
“What were you expectin’? Comin’ in here all worked up like this, huh?” he asked me, grinning as he lowered himself down on the mattress. I didn’t know how to answer and once I felt his breath fanning against my core, I couldn’t think straight. Mansk smirked before he wrapped an arm around my thigh. His fingers of his other hand gathered up the slick that drizzled down my thigh and he rubbed it back on my folds, finally touching me.
I inhale sharply, letting my eyes flutter closed as I feel his fingers on me. He glides them through my folds before wrapping that arm around my other thigh. A few seconds, nothing happens and I go to lift my head but then I feel his hot tongue lick a long stripe from my aching hole to my clit and I let it drop back into the pillows, moaning.
“Oh my god-” I breathe out and it sounds like music to Mansk. All self-control is now out of the window and Mansk just dives in between my legs with an open mouth. His tongue is licking every part of me it can access while he keeps his lips pressed against me.
I cry out, resting one of my hands on his head while I bite down on my fist. I don’t want to be too loud in case someone is walking past the door.
Mansk continues eating me out, flicking his tongue wildly, mixing his saliva with my slick. I’m already trembling and then he traces my entrance with it, lapping up any wetness he can still get before he pulls away and inserts a finger into me. I tense around it, finally feeling some sense of relief.
He doesn’t stop and starts thrusting his long digit in and out of me before adding a second one. I’m arching my back off the bed while Mansk is intrigued with how the slick has coated his fingers already.
I’m so sensitive, especially to his touch that it doesn’t take long until I feel my orgasm approaching.
“Mansk-” I choke out, gasping for breath. “I’m so close.” I whimper. He purrs happily against me, wanting me to cum all over his fingers.
The intense vibrations his body elicits, sending them through him from his lips make me lose my mind. His lips wrap around my clit and he’s licking and sucking it while thrusting his fingers into me at a faster pace.
I almost scream his name and within seconds I’m cumming. My legs shake and my thighs clench around his head which he loves. He digs the fingertips of his free hand into the flesh of my thighs, relishing in the feeling of me holding him in place. I’m a moaning mess, gripping the sheets around me for dear life as I clench around his fingers.
Mansk helps me ride out my orgasm, not letting his pace or movements falter for even a split second.
Finally, my body slumps back down against the mattress and Mansk slowly stills his movements, cleaning me up with his tongue one last time before pulling away and smirking up at me. His lips were glossy from me and his tongue darted out, licking them clean too.
“How’d that feel?” he asked, knowing it was good. Mansk just needed your reassurance.
“Holy shit-” I say, breathing heavily while my chest is heaving like crazy. “So good.”
His smirk turns into a devilish grin as he crawls back over me and places a soft kiss on my cheek.
“You feel better?” he asked, wondering whether that solved it. But it didn’t. As the scientist said, only mating would make it go away.
“A little bit.” I answer, leaning up against my elbows so I can look at him better. Mansk pulls away, sitting back on his knees.
“It still hurt?” he asked me with curiosity. I saw how strained his pants were and I knew that that was the solution and answer to it all.
“Mansk I need you.” I whisper, sitting up to be on the same level as him. My words surprise him.
He wasn’t sure whether it was okay for him to be intimate with you feeling like this. He didn’t want to take advantage of you.
“You sure you wanna go all the way?” he asked me as if it wasn’t what I’d been needing this whole time.
“Yes.” I answer, giving him a pleading look. “Please…” I add when I notice he isn’t entirely convinced.
Mansk would love to do that more than anything but you meant so much to him he would never forgive himself if he hurt you or had you do something you would regret later. Luckily, the begging did it for him and he complied.
“You want my dick?” he asked, the worry clearly fading as an amused smile painted his face again.
“So much.” I reply while leaning back down. He’s hovering over me again, scanning my features.
Seeing you all desperate for him makes his dick twitch in his pants. He nods, pushing himself up and undoing his belt with one hand. Something about that was really attractive and I watched with wide eyes.
His eyes are fixed on my face and his confidence is fueled by the way I’m watching him strip. Mansk notices the goosebumps rising on my skin and he softly chuckles, dropping his head before finally pushing his pants down and kicking them away
I gulp. Wow. I was not expecting it to be so fucking… big.
He looked painfully hard. I mean, his dick slapped up against his belly button when he took his pants off and it was still standing. I saw the veins on the underside of his length, making it pulse with how they were pumping blood through him. There was not a single thing I would change about Mansk.
“Don’t worry baby, you’re gonna get it all.” he cooed, his voice sounding a little raspy and much deeper.
He climbed back over me, his arms resting on either side of my head almost caging me in.
“Thank you.” I whispered. I no longer thought about anything I said, it just came out and it made Mansk laugh. He knew my mind was clouded with lust so he didn’t tease me about it but it amused him.
His hips lowered down and pressed up against mine. I instinctively opened my legs and he then stroked my inner thigh.
I wrapped my hands around his neck and my fingertips found his braid. If we were going to do this we needed to do it properly. I gently wrap my hand around it, making Mansk stop his movements as I pull it over his shoulder and between us.
His wide eyes lock with mine and then I pull my own braid forwards.
“You really want to?” he asked, letting me take care of it to make sure I was really up for this.
“Mansk I need this.” I whisper and I watch how his pupils dilate, making his eyes go darker again. “Is it okay?” I ask him, not wanting to rush him into anything.
“More than okay, sweetheart. “ he grinned, nibbling on the skin of my neck again, but this time on the other side. “ ‘Means no one else will get te’ see you like this.” Mansk purred, loving the idea that he wouldn’t have to worry about the others making moves on you anymore. You would be permanently marked as his and no one else could stand a chance.
I smile, pinching the base of my braid and revealing my cord. I do the same with his and slowly bring them together. We form tsaheylu and get used to the feeling of being connected by spending a few minutes just breathing. When we open our eyes and our gazes meet, a lot has changed. Mansk could now feel how much I craved him and the lust in both of us grew.
I spread my legs further, letting him press himself against me and gently grind into me. Our breathing is heavy, light panting filling the room as he pulls his hips away, lining them up so that his tip is pressing up against my entrance.
He looks at me one last time and I nod before he finally starts pushing into me. Pleasure fills us both but he doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out. His abdomen presses against me and he can’t go any further.
I gasp, biting down on my lower lip as he stretches me open. It doesn’t hurt, it just takes some getting used to.
I sigh, relaxing after finally feeling full. Mansk is fighting himself to not move too much but the way you’re so tightly squeezing him is making that a very difficult task for the recom.
“Move, please.” I whisper and relief floods him when he gets the green light. He slowly pulls out and then pushes back in, a little faster and easier this time. The warmth of my pussy and my wetness have already covered his entire length and Mansk is in heaven.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” he growls the next time he pushes in. I whimper, wrapping a leg around his waist to encourage him to go faster. He does. His hips thrust up into me, bottoming out once again and I moan. The noise makes him open his eyes and he keeps the same pace. His hand wraps around the thigh resting on him, holding it close to his body while his hips start rutting into me harder every time.
“Mansk-” I whine. “Don’t stop…”
He growls in response. Our ears are flattened back against our heads and he’s baring his fangs with every pant. Mansk’s eyebrows are knitted together in pleasure and his lower lip is bruised with how hard he’s been biting down on it.
“You’re takin’ me so well baby.” he breathily says, dropping his head down close to me. I live off of his praise and he knows that by the way I clench around him. It has him feeling ecstatic so he continues.
“Bein’ so good f’ere me.” he growls and I whimper, holding onto his shoulder as I feel the pressure build up in my lower abdomen again.
“I’m gon’ fill you up real good, okay?” Mansk says, looking at me for permission and I nod, digging my nails into his back.
Normally I’d never cum from just penetration but now I can feel his pleasure too and my high is so close once again.
“Let go, baby.” he whispers into my ear, pressing his cheek against mine while he feels how close my orgasm is.
My body shakes and with the next few thrusts, I’m cumming again. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I could swear I see stars for a second. My legs clamp around his waist and the feeling makes Mansk lose it. His hips stutter as he plunges into me as deep as possible, riding out our orgasm while he pumps me full of his cum. I feel so full and I wish more than anything in the world that this high would last longer.
Both of us calm down a little, gathering our breath and our senses while Mansk stays tucked away deep inside me. I can feel him throbbing inside me and my limp legs fall from his waist.
Mansk inhales deeply before gently lowering himself down onto my body. I wrap my arms around him while he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck and we calm down in each other’s presence.
“You feel better now?” Mansk asks and I chuckle.
“Much better.” I whisper, raking my fingers through the short hair on his head again.
“Thank you.” I say and he lifts his head and smiles at me.
“Hate to do this to you, but the Colonel expects to see you today. We have work to do.” Mansk says and I groan, rubbing my eyes.
“Right. I forgot.” I mumble as Mansk gently pulls out. Our cords have automatically disconnected now and he slowly got up, handing me my clothes.
“Forgot that too?” he joked and I smirked.
“I swear it wasn’t my fault. Z-Dog has them.” I protest, sitting up and getting dressed.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!”
“Wanna make this a bet?” he asks with a smirk.
“Sure.” I reply confidently, making him smile more.
“I win, you give me head. You win, I give it to you again.” he says, leaning against the wall with his pants already on and giving me a devilish look.
“Fine, have fun redoing your part.” I say and he chuckles and nods while we both finish getting dressed and I walk to his door.
“You know this is a win-win situation for me, right?” Mansk grins with his arms folded in front of him and I stop to look at him.
“Same goes here, I’ll see you tonight then.” I say, flashing him a grin as we leave his room.
Mansk watches out for me the rest of the day, almost never leaving my side. I find Z-Dog but she pretends like she has no idea what happened to my meds. But I know she took them and I was going to prove it.
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Goodbye Christmas
Summary: While everyone else is celebrating the holidays, you can't help but wonder if things could've ended differently if you had just taken a chance.
Warnings: SO MUCH ANGST, unrequited love, SUPER heartbroken reader
WC: 2.2K
A/N: 🎶On the fifth day of Ficmas my writer gave to me, unrequited love with Kai🎶 I actually love Kai and Sophia fuCK WHEN IS IT MY TURN
Link to the Song: Goodbye Christmas
"I'm falling, I'm falling down
Everyone's happy now, but I'm alone tonight
Don't let me, don't let me drown
It's too late to say I love you, babe, gooodbye."
~~~
"I'm so happy for you!" Lea squealed as she hung lights on the wall. "You and my brother were basically meant to be together!"
Sophia smiled brightly at her. "I'm so happy with him. Like I really can't believe how lucky I am to have him!"
"The two of you deserve each other," Lea replied. "You bring out the best in one another in a way I've only seen in true love."
"Oh stop," Sophia blushed. "Honestly, it's all thanks to Y/N here anyway. I owe you so much for bringing me to Kai. None of this would even be possible without you."
Now it was your turn to blush as you placed the mistletoe over the door. "I didn't even do anything dude. You guys hit it off all on your own."
"But it was you who introduced the two of us all those years ago!" Sophia protested. "Why do you think I asked you to be my maid of honor? Because you're the best friend ever who brought me so much love in so many different ways. And I love you!"
"I love you too, Soph," you said, tears forming in your eyes.
"GROUP HUG!" Lea shouted gleefully. She forcefully threw herself onto the two of you, squeezing you together.
"Oh God," you said as she squished you together, the three of you giggling together.
Sophia had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. You'd moved to Germany at a very young age into the house right next to hers. Your parents wanted to get to know some of the neighbors, bringing food to show a gesture of goodwill. You shyly complimented Sophia's hair, and she immediately declared you to be her best friend for life. And from that day forward, the two of you became inseparable.
You'd met Kai playing football. He just happened to be playing on the same field as you one day and was thoroughly impressed with your passion despite not wanting to go pro. Eventually, just playing on the field turned into hanging out all the time, leading you to become incredibly close. It was you who convinced him to join Leverkusen and showed him that playing seriously on a professional level was an option. And it was you who he often thanked in interviews for getting him to the level that he was playing at.
While Sophia was your girl best friend, Kai was on a different level. He understood you in ways that no one else could and despite his busy schedule, he was always there whenever you needed him to be. He often brought you food when you were studying, he held you when you cried, and he was always there to listen. He was kind, caring, ambitious, and he was one of the only people who you felt truly being comfortable around. He was everything you could've wanted and more.
You couldn't help but develop feelings for him as you grew into your teenage years. And as more time passed, the stronger your feelings became. You found yourself holding back the urge to hold his hand, to kiss him senseless, to be held in his arms even when you weren't crying. You sensed that maybe he felt it too when sometimes you found him looking at you when you weren't doing anything special, when his hugs lingered longer than usual, when he started bringing your favorite snacks everywhere you went. But you were too afraid to say something. And your friendship was too important for you to ruin. So you just kept quiet, keeping your feelings to yourself.
One day, you'd invited Sophia to watch one of Kai's football games. It was surprising they hadn't met each other considering how often you hung out with both of them separately. So you took matters into your own hands. You were so excited to finally introduce your two best friends to each other, knowing they'd get on well.
You didn't anticipate how well they'd get on, clicking almost instantly. From the moment they locked eyes on one another, you knew something sparked between them whether they knew it themselves or not. They'd starting spending a lot of time together, more than you did with either of them. While they never neglected hanging out with you, you certainly noted that they talked about each other to you quite a lot. Maybe this was the time for you to be honest with the both of them.
But you were still too afraid. Every time you tried to confess, you found a way to change the subject and move on. You didn't wanna ruin anything. So you just kept the feelings to yourself.
You'd never forget the day when Sophia confessed her feelings for Kai.
"Hey Y/N, can I be honest about something?" she asked as you went out for coffee one day.
"Yeah, of course!" you said. "What's up?"
"So you know how Kai and I have been hanging out?" You nodded. "I think I like him, like a lot," she gushed. "We have so much in common! And he's charming, he's funny, and he's just so amazing!"
You could feel your hopes shatter into pieces.
"Oh really?" you asked weakly.
"I know it's kinda stupid of me to ask you, but do you think I have a chance?" she asked. "Do you think he likes me too?"
Your heart felt heavy. Your best friend liked him. Really liked him. And you knew that being honest with her about how you felt would cause a rift. Sophia meant the world to you, and you didn't want to put her in a position where she couldn't be happy with someone for the sake of your friendship. So you kept your feelings to yourself.
"Yeah, I think you do," you replied softly. "And I think you're gonna be great for each other."
The double whammy hit you a few weeks later when Kai also confessed how he felt about Sophia.
"Soooo, I wanna be honest with you about something," he said as he watched you juggle the ball.
"What, that your last game was shit?" you joked.
"Fuck you," he said. "But no, something more like serious I guess."
You kicked the ball up, catching it in your hands. "Alright. What's bothering you?"
He scratched the back of his head. "I don't want this to be weird because I know she's your best friend, but I've been hanging out with Sophia a lot." Your heart dropped for the second time in the span of a few weeks. "And I like her a lot. And if I'm being completely honest with you, I can see myself going really far with her. Like I could really fall in love with her if I let myself."
"That's great," you forced out. "I'm glad you have someone you feel that way about."
"I've been thinking about it a lot, and I think I'm gonna ask her out. But I know she's your friend and I wanted to know how you felt about it," he said.
"Kai-" You stopped yourself. This was your chance. This was it.
"I think you should go for it. You've got a pretty good chance with her," is all you said instead.
And a few weeks later, Kai took his shot.
When they announced their engagement to you, it didn't come as a surprise. After all, Sophia moved with him when he left for London. From the moment they were together, they were always in it for the long haul. You were excited for them of course, but you couldn't show either of them how much pain you were in at the thought of their marriage. Even when Sophia asked you to be her maid of honor, you couldn't tell her. You didn't tell anyone about your true feelings for Kai. You couldn't. You'd ruin the atmosphere and potentially even your friendship with everyone. You couldn't risk it.
So here you were, visiting her and Kai for a Christmas get together with some other friends and family. You and Lea had graciously "volunteered" to help Sophia set everything up. And by volunteered, it really meant Sophia didn't give you a choice. But her giddy attitude was too infectious, so you couldn't help but give into her.
The party, of course, went off without a hitch. It had to be with Sophia in charge. And you thoroughly enjoyed yourself a lot more than you'd initially thought. It was a lot of fun to meet some of Kai's teammates, both old and new. It helped get your mind off your broken heart.
At some point during the night as everyone prepped for midnight, you found yourself sat on one of the windowsills hugging your knees to your chest, staring at the snow gently falling to the ground. You leaned your head against the cold glass feeling the chill run through your body. You sighed wishing you could turn back the clock and took the chance to be honest with your friends.
"What are you doing here all alone?" you heard Kai ask from behind you.
"Just thinking," you said, not bothering to turn around.
"Anything you wanna talk about?"
'I'm in love with you, Kai. I have been since we were kids and it hurts so much watching you marry my best friend,' you thought to yourself.
"Not anything in particular," you'd responded instead. "Just enjoying the snowfall."
"Can I join you?" Kai asked. You nodded, hugging your knees closer to you.
A comfortable silence fell. Words never needed to be exchanged to feel safe with him.
"You know, I wanted to thank you," Kai started. "For bringing Sophia and I together. I know I talk all the time about how she's the best thing that's ever happened to me, but it's really all thanks to you that we're even here to begin with."
"Sophia said that to me earlier too," you said smiling softly, turning your head slightly to look at him. "There's no need to thank me really."
"It's funny," he said. "When I was younger, I always pictured myself with you actually."
Your heart stopped for a moment. "What?"
"Yeah," he chuckled. "I could've sworn I was in love with you for all of my teenage years, especially while I was at Leverkusen."
"Really?" you said weakly.
"It sounds crazy, I know, because you didn't feel the same way and I was too afraid to say something."
You couldn't have been more heartbroken. Kai had felt the same way. But you were too afraid to say something and kept the feelings to yourself. And now it was too late.
"I thought I knew what real love was, but then you brought me to Sophia," he said. "That's when I understood what it was really like. I just had a really strong crush on you, I guess."
"Oh," is all you said. You didn't know what to say.
"Yeah, I know it's a little strange to bring it up now, but I figured in the Christmas spirit with the new year approaching it was the best time," Kai replied, "since this is my last Christmas before marriage and all."
"Thank you for being honest with me," you said quietly. "I really appreciate it."
"This doesn't make anything weird or anything like that, does it?" he asked.
You forced a smile that you were hoping he couldn't see past. "No, of course not. That was years ago anyway. We're past that now right?"
Kai let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, good. I mean Sophia knows too. She actually was a bit hesitant when I first asked her out because she was convinced you were in love with me. Weird right?"
"Yeah, weird."
Another silence fell as you tried keeping your emotions in check. You couldn't break down in front of him. Not now.
The grandfather clock chimed, signaling that midnight had arrived. You looked over at Kai, your heart completely shattered.
"IT'S CHRISTMAS! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!" you could hear Sophia screaming, making the two of you laugh.
"We better go before she starts yelling at us," Kai said, gesturing to get up.
"I'm gonna stay here a little longer, but I'll join you guys in a bit," you responded.
"Are you sure you don't wanna join the festivities?" he asked.
You nodded. "I'll be right there. Don't worry about me."
"I always worry about you, dummy. But I'll leave you to it," he said, patting your head. "Don't be too long though."
He stood up, gently dusting himself off. "Merry Christmas, Y/N. I'm so grateful to have you," he said.
"Merry Christmas, Kai," you said. "I'm grateful to have you too."
You watched longingly as Kai walked over to Sophia. The two of them had nothing but pure love as they looked in each other's eyes. He held out his hand for her to take, gently twirling her around before bringing her into a kiss under the mistletoe you'd placed earlier that day.
"I love you," you whispered, only allowing yourself to hear the words you so desperately wanted to say to him. And you kept the feelings to yourself and let the tears finally fall.
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Committed III
Read Part I and Part II
One thing about me is if I can write a love confession monologue, I’m going to write it.
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“What is wrong with you!?” She shouted.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. The quite thrum of the club music behind the walls of the room didn’t drown out his words, fortunately. He really was sorry; he didn’t mean to upset her or her date. The guy was truly fine. There was nothing wrong with him.
Except Harry wanted to be him.
She wasn’t thinking much of the airport arrival when the plane got delayed a million hours. All she wanted was her own bed and to see her best friend in person. Her mom was supposed to be waiting for her. There was no way she wasn’t. After what seemed like ten separate delays, she knew her mom was probably hunkered down in the airport somewhere. But instead, she was there at baggage claim, alone and confused trying to figure out where her mom had gone off to. Right as she pulled her phone out to call her mom for her whereabouts, Harry’s name and picture illuminated her screen. “Hey!” She smiled. “What are you doing awake?” She asked.
“Oh...I wanted t’make sure y’got in okay,” he had a smile in his voice. “And I couldn’t wait t’see you,” he admitted shyly.
She smiled to herself resting her arm on the top of her suitcase’s pull handle. She was grinning like an idiot in the middle of the quiet airport in the dead of night, her eyes droopy, as she wished she could just teleport to Harry. Being delayed so many times by weather and poorly put together aircraft had her sleepy and longing for her bed. “M’in,” she said with a yawn. “Can’t find my mom,” she sighed. “Think I may just sleep here if I can’t find her.”
“Oh, don’t be silly, love. I wouldn’t leave y’here. I can drive y’back,” he chuckled. Her brain was sleep deprived, jet lagged, and just overall exhausted. It took her a moment to realize that it was Harry directly in front of her, phone pressed to his ear as he gazed at her. Even as he stared at her with his lopsided grin, her eyes just blinked at him, like he was dream. “Y’okay, kitten?” He asked gently.
Shaking her head, she felt tears blur her vision nearly the same way they did a year ago in the very same spot. All at once her senses finally snapped together. Harry was in front of her. In the flesh. And he was there to take her home to her warm perfect bed. “Oh my God!” She said excitedly tossing her arms around his neck and squeezing him as tightly as she could. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tucked his face against her neck and he sighed with relief.
“Don’t leave again, if y’can help it,” he mumbled into her ear.
“No way,” she sighed. “Least not without you,” she promised.
They were silent for a few moments. She was getting more tired by the second, finally feeling at ease and peace in Harry’s arms. “Can I sleep at yours?” He asked quietly. “I want t’spend the whole day with y’tomorrow,” he explained pulling from the embrace. She swiped the stray tears from her cheeks, and she nodded as Harry took the suitcase from her fingers as he grabbed her hand with the other one.
“Yeah, I’ve been dying for your waffles,” she told him.
“That was m’plan the whole time,” he chuckled at her.
“Is Sarah at Mitch’s?”
“I think,” he shrugged. “I’ll make her waffles, too. I don’t really care,” he smirked down at her. “Jus’ wanna be around m’best friend.”
Smiling, she squeezed his hand. She thought about when he came back home and the woman who commented on how devoted they appeared to one another from a stranger. Quickly she shook her head of the thought. No use in dreaming of what could never be.
Even if it felt like pure magic lacing her fingers between Harry’s.
*
She had been back for two weeks when Harry arrived at her place prior to their show. Sarah was curling her hair and playing with her makeup in front of the bathroom mirror when Harry entered. “Hey Harry,” Sarah said smiling into the mirror. “What do you think of her hair?” She asked holding the curling wand from her face.
Harry smirked at the mirror. “Y’look lovely, kitten. Gotta date?” He joked.
She felt her face warm at his joke and her eyes darted from his gaze in the reflection. “Yes!” Sarah nearly cheered. “The guy that wanted to buy her a drink a year ago. He saw her the last time we played, texted her again, asking if she’d be open to a drink tonight.”
Harry wasn’t sure what he wanted the answer to be when the question he said as a joke left his lips. Well, of course he knew—he wanted her to say something cheesy (but no less true) like, “only with you, Harry,” and he wanted to kiss her until Sarah begged them to stop. He never anticipated the guy from over a year ago to be the one she was seeing tonight. It didn’t help that he lied about how she looked. Lovely didn’t do her justice. In fact, lovely seemed downright insulting in comparison to the beauty she nearly shined.
“Oh...s’nice,” he murmured.
She was staring at him in the mirror. “I was going to tell you before the show,” she promised.
“Oh yeah,” Sarah nodded in agreement. “She was just saying she was really nervous about it,” she explained on her behalf. “A lot of jitters t’talk about it. I only found out about an hour ago,” Sarah said looking at Harry pointedly so he would stop moping.
“Nothing t’be nervous ‘bout, love,” Harry gently smiled at her. “M’sure you’ll have him wrapped around y’finger by the end of the night.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Harry. I told him last time I saw him I don’t take drinks from strangers without you around...so I’ll introduce you before the show, if you want.”
“Whatever y’want, kitten,” he nodded and left the bathroom before he cried thinking about how much he adored that beautiful girl that was getting ready for someone else.
*
Harry could see her as he peered from backstage toward the bar. She was smiling happily and sitting with the guy that Harry completely forgot about ages and ages ago. Harry hated him, naturally. He imagined him falling off his barstool and tragically hitting his head so hard he forgot why he was there and forgot all about his pretty best friend.
She laughed at whatever he said, and Harry wanted to die. He didn’t want him to be funny. Harry didn’t want him to do anything that caused a positive reaction to come from her. Sarah watched Harry with a pointed expression. “You okay, there?” She asked.
Harry jerked away from his creepy stance and turned to Sarah. She looked at him with a smirk. “What?” He grumbled and pushed past her toward the makeshift room they used to get ready.
“Do you like her?” Sarah asked.
He rolled his eyes. “Of course, I like her, Sarah. She’s my best friend.”
“That’s not what I meant, you idiot.” Harry flopped onto the couch and turned toward Sarah. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at her without a word. Harry glanced away from Sarah and it was so quiet in the room, the emotion he felt of seeing his friend with someone else made him want to throw up.
“Why would y’help her be with someone else?” He grumbled to her.
“You two are the stupidest people I know.”
Harry shook his head. “Sarah.”
“Harry.” Harry thought he would start crying any second and Sarah just continued to look at him as if she was going to will the tears out of him; any reaction to get him to do something would be useful. “Just...tell her.”
“I don’t think she feels the same way, Sarah. We’ve never—”
“Sarah, Niall’s gonna move your drums!” Mitch shouted from down the hall followed by the cackling laughter from Niall.
“Just tell her, Harry,” Sarah said and ran off to stop Niall.
*
“Hey mate, you’re really good,” he said shaking Harry’s hand. He was polite. There was nothing wrong with him. He bought all three of them a drink. He was kind and he looked at her the way she deserved: she put the air in his lungs, and she lit up the room like she was the sun even when it was dark. “It’s nice to meet you,” he smiled.
“Same,” Harry said perfunctorily. He didn’t mean it though. In fact, he would have loved if the ground opened and swallowed this man whole, never to be seen again. And he didn’t deserve Harry’s piss-poor attitude. He was very nice.
“When do you go on?”
“About an hour, I’ll probably go back there to make sure everything’s in order,” she smiled sweetly.
“That’s cool,” he said smiling at her again.
“You could come back and check it out,” she said.
“Band only,” Harry muttered.
“Pardon?” He asked.
Her head snapped toward Harry, and she looked at him as if he had suddenly gone insane. There were no rules. Anyone could technically go back there if they had permission. “Band only,” he repeated with a shrug.
“Well,” she laughed awkwardly trying to save the conversation. “Guess I won’t be going back then,” she said. “M’not in the band.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Obviously s’not what I meant.”
She plastered a fake smile on her face in Harry’s direction and he saw a flash of annoyance in her eye as she turned her attention back to her date. Her smile to him was much kinder. “Um...sorry,” she said with another breathy laugh and Harry sipped his drink before he rocked back on his heels. He felt like a jerk because he knew it was rude. “We were talking about going to this coffee shop after—the one with the late-night lattes that I like,” she explained.
“We have plans,” Harry said stiffly.
Turning back to outrightly glare at Harry she mouthed what the fuck to him and then said, “No we don’t,” again, a smile so forced Harry thought her cheeks would burst.
“We’re watching a movie tonight,” he said. “You promised.”
Her eyes were wild now. She hadn’t promised Harry anything about a movie and she wanted to kill him in that moment. Even if he didn’t like the guys she dated, he was always polite and made and effort. Usually it was the guys she had to convince that Harry wasn’t a threat. Except now he was acting like one. The only thing saving her was the crowd and music making enough noise to save the awkwardness that would have ensued in any other environment. “Harry—”
“It’s alright,” the guy said putting a hand on her back. “It’s cool, mate. You have your traditions and things, it’s fine. We can go another night,” he said sweetly and the grin he had for her was also so very kind that Harry wanted to scream. It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own.
Harry’s eyes were glued to his hand on her body. “Don’t touch her,” he said simply.
His hand dropped from her back immediately. “O...kay.”
“Harry,” she said, not hiding her annoyance any longer. “What are you doing?” She snapped through gritted teeth.
Harry didn’t have an exit strategy. He never thought of doing anything like this in his entire life. He didn’t even feel like he had to do it right now. But all he wanted was to yank this man’s arm off his body, throw her over his shoulder, and take her as far away from this club as possible. “Y’seem like a decent guy, but we’re gonna go,” Harry said and pulled her toward him.
“Wait a second,” he said shaking his head with a surprised smirk. “Is this a joke?” He asked.
“Harry,” she said pulling herself against Harry’s grip on her hand.
“Nope,” Harry said nearly popping his lips on the syllable.
“I am so sorry,” she said in his direction and Harry pulled her again. “Harry, I swear to God,” she snapped.
“Harry, mate. M’not gonna steal her from you—”
“I’d honestly like to see you try,” he said finally with an eye roll.
“Oh my God,” she said her face turning bright red. “I will call you later,” she said and shoved Harry as hard as she could in the direction of the back where they clearly needed to have a conversation in private.
“Actually, she won’t.”
“Shut. Up.” She hissed and Harry didn’t even spare a backwards glance in his direction. He merely walked toward the back feeling the anger dissipating the further he got from the guy that was clearly good enough to steal her away from him.
*
In the privacy of the dressing room, Harry realized what he did. It was entirely out of character and his behavior was downright deplorable. “WHAT was that!?” She shouted at him slamming the door shut. “Are you that insanely protective about me you don’t think I can make smart decisions about the people in my life?” She was beyond mad. Harry hadn’t ever really seen her like that before...especially not directed at him.
He felt shame creep up further from his knotted stomach, through his heavy-felt chest, and settle on his face making him feel brighter red than he could fathom. But he didn’t regret his actions. He would do it again for her in a heartbeat. “Of course, y’can make your own decisions,” he rolled his eyes.
She looked shocked and still pissed. She started shaking her head and nearly waving her hands as she tangled her fingers in her hair trying to calm all her nerves from the interaction that just happened. “Are you sure? Because you certainly made it seem like you didn’t trust me to do so!”
She was so frustrated. Harry could see it all over her face, she was near tears and her heart was breaking and Harry never wanted to see her like this. It broke him over and over and over again. Yet, it was his fault this time. “I’m so mad at you and I’ve never been mad at you, I don’t even know what to do. I could strangle you! I can’t believe you did that! I’ve never done anything like that to any girl you’ve ever talked to or dated or...” she was fuming so badly she started to pace. She paced a lot when she didn’t know how to handle a situation and this was clearly uncharted territory. “What is wrong with you!?” She shouted.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. The quite thrum of the club music behind the walls of the room didn’t drown out his words, fortunately. He really was sorry; he didn’t mean to upset her or her date. The guy was truly fine. There was nothing wrong with him.
Except Harry wanted to be him.
“You’re sorry?!” She gasped and continued pacing. “Well then, that’s perfectly fine if you’re sorry. What the fuck, Harry,” she said covering her hand over her face. “You embarrassed me! I don’t know how I’m ever going to call him or apologize or...” Harry couldn’t do anything but look at the floor that she paced, his eyes entirely focused on her feet but thinking about everything she was saying as she ranted. “Harry, you’ve never acted like that before I don’t even know what to say or do, I’m lost—”
“I don’t want you t’date someone that isn’t me,” he said finally. He rushed it out and he watched as she stopped pacing mid-step and her breath caught in her throat as she stopped speaking, too. He slowly blinked and then looked back toward her face. Her lips parted open in shock, her head tilted at the slightest angle, and he could see the confusion all over her face.
“What...what did you say?” She asked. Her tone wasn’t as volatile as it was moments ago. Surely, she misheard him.
Harry licked his lips and looked toward the floor for a second again. He brought a hand to his lip and nipped at the skin around his thumb. Harry didn’t really get nervous. He stood on stage and sang vulnerable songs and felt vulnerable to criticism a lot as a performer. But at that moment he was. But he had never openly admitted his feelings about her to anyone. Especially not her. “M’sorry. I shouldn’t have...” he shook his head and inhaled deeply. He had to go on stage in ten minutes or less and here he was having the most terrifying conversation of his life. “He’s really nice,” Harry admitted. “And m’jealous. Because he’s nice and he made it very clear he likes you. And...I haven’t done that.”
“Jealous?” She repeated, still confused by the change in subject. The rapid change in her demeanor made her heart rate drop immensely but it was working it’s way back up to a frantic speed similar to how angry she was but now for an entirely different reason.
Harry nodded silently, looking back at the floor. “I really like you...actually...” He looked back up once more as he said his next sentence because he meant every word of it. “I think s’quite obvious I love you,” the words felt so comfortable in his mouth. He had said them a thousand times before but of course he meant it in a romantic way that made him feel warm and scared all at once. His gaze dropped back to the floor. “I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. Not seeing you for s’long. Knowing someone else wanted t’make y’happy the way I want t’make y’happy...I didn’t like it,” he explained. “So...I was an ass,” he murmured quietly avoiding her eyes until finally he had no choice to understand why she was being so silent. She stared at him silently, her eyes no longer annoyed, just utterly confused. “Kitten,” he said softly. “Please say something.”
There was another beat of silence. “I accept your apology,” she said softly.
“I...I don’t really care ‘bout that, kitten,” he swallowed the nervousness caught in his throat. If she didn’t love him back, if Sarah was wrong, he would die. He would ruin everything about their friendship, and he could not lose her; he would gladly spend forever silently pining for her as long as he could be in her life. As long as he could be there beside her—even if it wasn’t the way he wanted it to be. He was glad he wasn’t holding anything because his hands were shaking, and he had to tuck them into his pants’ pockets so she wouldn’t see. “I said a lot of other stuff that I think is a bit more pressing.”
It was silent again and he saw tears well in her eyes and Harry thought if she cried he would lose his mind. He couldn’t believe Sarah was wrong. Harry always, always hoped she felt the same way and now it was obvious she didn’t. She was going to hate Harry for ruining their friendship, for making the band have to pick sides and essentially ruining any plan they ever made all because he couldn’t keep his feelings to himself and because—
“Harry, wouldn’t you want to date someone skinnier than me or prettier than me or someone who doesn’t—I don’t know...someone who’s better than me?”
The thrum of the music outside the room seemed to stop. It was so quiet. All that existed was the sound of her breath and Harry’s.
Of all the things she could have said in that moment. “Love, what did y’say?” He asked shaking his head in surprise. “Y’said...m’sorry, what?” He surely imagined that. The words that fell from her lips were suddenly in another language.
She frowned, her eyebrows pinched together, and her cheeks turned a shade pinker. “I want more for you,” she whispered. “More than I am.”
So he didn’t hear incorrectly. The tears weren’t because Harry ruined their friendship. They were tears of inadequacy. “Kitten...” he whispered taking a few steps toward her and his heart snapped in half when she took a step back trying to distance herself from her best friend. A shield to protect herself from all the emotion that was thickly laid in the room. “You’re the only one that exists for me.”
She looked away for a moment, her lips rolled into her mouth, and she started to twist her fingers together nervously. Standing before Harry, her heart was breaking by the second. Simultaneously, she broke Harry’s heart. Anytime she put herself down, it broke him. All he wanted was to ease all her worries and make her feel like she was the best and only thing that mattered to him—because she was. She started to shake her head, refusing to believe the words that left his mouth. “Harry, you sing to hundreds and hundreds of girls. I’m not like them! They’re beautiful and they already adore you—”
Harry shook his head while she spoke, his hands dragging over his face because he didn’t want to pronounce his love for her in the back of a club with alcohol sticking to the bottoms of their shoes and the sticky floor. He wanted there to be flowers, gentle music that she liked playing quietly behind them while he told her that he always adored her, and he never wanted to see another girl as long as he lived if she wasn’t his.
Instead, it was going to be here, with tears in her eyes, the music seeming to get louder outside the room, and all the while Harry smelled like stale sweat from his sound check earlier in the day. “Love, I sing in front of hundreds and hundreds of girls. I only sing to one person,” he whispered. “Every song I write is ‘bout you. Every song I sing is dedicated to you. When you’re not here, m’still singing to you. I have loved you since the moment I saw y’get on the bus and every moment after. I loved you when y’were dating someone else and I loved you when y’were s’heartbroken you didn’t want t’get out of bed but y’did anyway. There isn’t anyone else for me. You are beautiful and intelligent. You make me laugh and you are the most loving person I know. I don’t want anyone but you. M'so committed t'being with you...nothing else matters t'me. So, no. I don’t want someone else if they’re not you. If there’s more than you, I don’t want it.” he was out of breath and he scuffed his foot against the floor as he looked up at the ceiling to keep the tears from fogging his own vision. He didn’t want to cry in front of her.
She stared at him as if she was seeing him for the first time.
She thought about the day she got on the bus with no one to sit next to. Her parents had packed their whole lives up and flew across an ocean a week before school started. She didn’t know any kids her age and she had never been to school before in her short little life. Her mom gave her a hug and encouraged her to get on the bus, but she was scared and wracked with nerves. At the ripe old age of five-year-old she thought she would go out of her mind at that moment and never go to school. Never be successful like Mommy and Daddy and never be able to do anything.
However, that moment sent her an angel as she walked up the aisle of the bus in the form of a mop of brown curly hair and green eyes that smiled at her. He patted the seat beside him. “Y’can sit here,” he told her. “M’Harry,” he told her. “S’my first day of school!” He said excitedly.
Breathlessly she sat herself down beside the kind boy and she smiled nervously at him as she introduced herself. “It’s my first day too,” she said quietly. “I’m really nervous.”
“Me too,” he admitted. “We can do it together though,” he said. “We can be nervous together!”
Her little body released a relieved breath and she nodded. “Thanks, Harry.”
“S’what best friends are for,” he said with a grin.
After that, she never thought about being scared because Harry was always by her side. Presently, she was scared. But Harry was there. So how could she even imagine being scared if he was still there telling her that he loved her, and it would all be okay?
“Harry,” she whispered softly.
He shook his head, stepping away from her this time to create more distance between them in the small room. She was going to break his heart. He ruined the whole evening, and the show would be miserable if she rejected him. She had every right to reject him; still, it didn’t matter. All he wanted was her happiness. But right now, all he wanted was to get away from her so she couldn’t break him into a thousand pieces. “Love, I swear if you’re jus’ going t’say no, we can stay friends—pretend this didn’t happen. I can’t lose you—” he choked off.
“No,” she shook her head quickly, stepping close to him so there was little space between them. “Harry,” she whispered and brought her hands to his shoulders. It felt like fire, and it was going to shatter him in the next ten seconds when she told him no and he knew that she would say it was okay, that they could stay friends. She would probably do a great job at comforting him through this heartbreak despite ruining their friendship anyway. He turned his head to the side as he closed his eyes trying to hide the tears that were threatening their way out of his eyes.
“Please kiss me,” she whispered.
His gaze whipped back to her, and she had one lip pinched between her teeth drawing his eyes to her beautiful face. Harry never thought...not in a million years...
It was like seeing her for the first time. He would never get sick of seeing her. He would never ever get over the rush he got from seeing her beautiful eyes and the way her lips and nose just looked so cute and everything about her exuded this air of prettiness that Harry wished he could bottle and keep with him just as a reminder for the moments he wasn’t at her hip.
But right now, this moment was new, the first time he saw her as something other than a best friend—but not really. The first time they considered something other than friendship between themselves. “Yes, m’love,” he hummed. Within seconds his fingers were tangled in her hair by her ears. She shivered at the feeling of Harry touching her like that. Nothing compared, however, to the way his lips felt on hers. Her arms went around his neck, and he leaned down toward her body to make it easier on her reach. Harry thought he would die if she found out he loved her. He thought he would still die for an entirely different reason now while he cradled her to his body as closely as possible. He never wanted to let her go, never wanted to stop kissing her.
Fortunately, the door banged open against the wall and the music rushed in loudly.
“Finally!” Niall sighed with an eyeroll. They pulled from their kiss awkwardly and she pressed a hand to her lips as she tried to hide her blushing smirk from Niall. Harry couldn’t have cared at all that Niall entered the room. He couldn’t stop staring at her.
“Hi Niall,” she said softly.
“I’ll stall for five but then we have to go on stage,” he said, pulling the door shut behind him.
Harry chuckled. “Thanks, Niall,” he called before gently pushing her against the door so he could tether his lips back to hers.
Harry always thought she felt like home—he thought part of him died when she left for the year. When she returned that feeling of home came back too. But nothing could have prepared him for the relaxed and easy feeling of kissing her as if he had been kissing her for all his life.
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I'm Not In Love;;
A/N: I was feeling silly goofy and got this idea while listening to the gotg soundtrack.
Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader
Warnings: reader uses he/him pronouns, alcohol consumption
"You're going to see him, aren't you?"
Peter jumped when Gamora spoke. Her voice slightly echoing in the hallway of the ship as he leaned against the wall. His heart was racing. A mix of being caught sneaking out, and also the fact that he was on his way to see you.
"What? No. Who? Who am I going to see... Exactly?" He asked, his ears turning red at his stammering. She only laughed, rolling her eyes while shaking her head. "You know who I'm talking about."
Peter could own up to being caught. It wasn't like the whole crew didn't know that he was sneaking out to see you. You were the only person he ever made time for anymore.
"Psh, I have no idea," he played dumb. A fowl play. "Is Peter sneaking out to see the silly earth boy?" Peter jumped yet again. Flailing his arms a little while he jumped to this time face Drax.
"You guys need to stop doing that! And he's not a boy, he's like six months younger than me! Don't make it weird," he scoffed, causing a rumble of laughter to escape Drax's throat. Gamora smiling in amusement.
"Well, if you have no idea who I am accusing you of hanging out with," she sighed, "I guess you won't mind if I invite the silly earth boy over to hang out with us all." She toyed.
Peter felt his stomach bubbling with anxiety. He could throw up if he really wanted to, but he didn't. That'd be one more thing for them all to make fun of him for.
"Why are you inviting him?" He blurted, certain that they would catch onto how enthralled in you he really was. "Well, just to talk. That's all." That definitely was not all if Gamora was the one inviting you over.
Quill was defiant though. He wasn't about to admit that he was sneaking out to surprise you at your apartment. Hopeful to spend any amount of time with you, even if it was short lived. He wouldn't care. Just seeing you made him feel better.
"Why are you so obsessed with the silly man anyways? Haven't you got a billion other people to sleep with? Or are you in love with him?" Drax accused, and Peter felt his face heating up more than before. God, he needed a drink. Or to be knocked unconscious. Anything works.
"One, I do have a billion other people to sleep with. They're all just... Busy, and he's not. Two, I'm not in love!" He shouted, and Drax only smiled. "That's what a man in love would say!" He boasted with a laugh. Peter only grunted. Slumping his shoulders forward a bit while he headed back for his room on the ship. "Whatever," he scoffed, making Gamora and Drax smile at each other.
"Oh, he's in love," she teased loud enough for him to hear. He was sick of it. Even if they were right.
When you got to the Milano everyone was sitting around the main table. Laughing and shouting at one another. It wasn't long before you were spotted, though.
"Quill! Your funny earth man is here!" Drax yelled, a curse coming from beside you as Peter entered the room with more drinks in his hand. He looked over at you. Smiling softly when he met your gaze. "Hey," you grinned back. "God, this is disgusting! You two are always fucking with your eyes," Rocket slurred. Having a few too many drinks.
"I am groot," "It's not cute! It's burning my eyes!" Rocket cringed, rubbing his eyes with his hands in an attempt to make his point. You just laughed, rolling your eyes while you approached the table. Sitting beside Gamora and Groot. Peter across from you when he finally did sit down.
The conversations you all had were quick to turn into banter. Nothing important was really shared. Outside from old stories, gossip, and some minor advice from Drax.
"So, how's your love life going?" Gamora had asked you, and you felt your stomach bubble. A familiar nervousness boiling within you when you noticed how intensely Peter was staring at you from across the table. "Well, it's interesting," you smiled, and everyone was all ears now.
"I met this guy, he's really nice. Sweet, even. He knows just how to turn my bad days into good ones, and he's got the craziest life I've ever heard of. I like him quite a lot, actually," Peter scoffed at your words. He hadn't meant to, though. "Who is he?" He asked, and now it was everyone's turn to look at him. "Are you jealous? I think he's jealous!" Rocket hooted which caused Peter to raise his hands in defense. "I ain't jealous!" "No need to be jealous anyways, he's sitting right in front of me," you told him while nervously fiddling your fingers in your lap.
Everyone was quiet. Looking between the both of you. Everyone was wide eyed with disbelief, besides Gamora. Who was just smiling smugly over at Peter. Waiting for him to either progress the relationship between the two of you. Or fuck it up with something stupid. It was a fifty-fifty chance with Quill.
"Me?" He asked, causing everyone to sigh or groan. "God, you're so stupid, yet it's you!" Drax shouted. More stressed over the situation than you were. You only giggled, raising your hand up to rub your jaw. "Yeah, you," Quill had no idea how to respond to that. He only stared, dumbfounded.
"So much for 'I'm not in love'!" Rocket mocked Peter's voice, and the man sneered. "I do not sound like that!" Drax and Rocket were laughing now. Gamora still looking between the both of you. Groot was truthfully lost, but he supported whatever was going on.
"So?" Gamora spoke to Quill. He just stared, shaking his head with wide eyes. "What?" He asked, and she groaned for you. "Are you going to say that you like him back? Or are you going to keep acting like you know nothing?" She nearly shouted, and Peter through his hands up. Opening his mouth to speak, but then it closed. He couldn't muster up the courage to say anything.
"If you don't like me that's fine, Peter. Don't let Gamora scare you into something that you don't want." He did want you though. In more ways than just sex. He wanted to wake up to you next to him every morning. He wanted to explore the galaxy with you. He wanted to be able to call you his.
"I do uh, like you." He stammered, "And I do want you," he nearly whispered. A sheepish smile gracing his lips. Cheers were heard from around the table, but neither of you really paid mind to them. You were both too focused on looking at one another from across the table.
"Jesus, quit doing that," Rocket sneered, and Peter sighed. "Doing what?" He asked, and Rocket waved his hands between the both of you. "That thing with your eyes, you're practically undressing each other! Just get out of here if you guys wanna be weird and sappy," he scoffed. Making a fake gagging noise in the process. Peter only rolled his eyes, standing from his chair while you did the same.
"I have to get going anyways," you told Rocket, and Quill frowned. "How come?" He asked, watching as your smile grew mischievous. "That guy I was talking about? His bed's calling my name right now," you hummed, waving to the group before heading through the ship to where Peter's quarters were.
Peter stood there for a moment, smiling as he watched you walk off. "Hear that guys? This guys not only got some sort of relationship going on now, but I'm also getting laid," he snickered before moving for you down the hall. Practically jogging down after you. Everyone else slowly lost the fondness of the idea of you two being together. Now they saw how big of an issue it could be.
"It is like living with my parents all over again. Just hopefully Quill will not tell us how they have sex," Drax informed the crew, and they all let out noises of disapproval. "I'm sure Quill'll let us all know without his words," Rocket grumbled, sinking into his chair. The rest of the crew doing the same as they drank the rest of their booze.
What a night for you all indeed.
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downtown lovers i — it won’t always be like this || calum hood
a/n: ok so. i originally wrote this out of my ass while listening to inhaler (shout-out inhalersos fans) and as i kept writing i decided to make this like an open series where i just write abt little downtown adventures and honestly i don’t know how this is gonna play out LMFAO cause it’s like not exactly a series but at the same time it kind of is??? like those stand alone books that you don’t have to read in order to understand but you still can for the experience???? dude idk what im saying anymore just roll w it i hope u guys like it
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the cool, evening breeze of downtown seattle brushed against melanie's legs as she stood in the queue of the music venue alongside many others, waiting until the doors opened for the band that would be performing that night, inhaler.
she switched between scrolling through different apps on her phone and eavesdropping on various conversations made by people surrounding her, hearing "i'm so excited to see josh jenkinson!" one too many times, trying to find ways to make the time pass a little bit faster.
this was her first concert that she'd be attending alone, and needless to say, the social anxiety was catching up to her. she'd been so used to having at least one friend accompany her to the hundreds of concerts she'd gone to, and she was under the impression that she wouldn't be attending this one alone...
until her friend cancelled last minute on her. which, was bummed her out an extreme amount.
however, the show was the next day and she absolutely did not want to scramble around on twitter and instagram, trying to find people who would want to buy her ticket last minute. so here she was, standing alone in a crowd of grouped-together people. and god, was she feeling anxious.
lost in her own intrusive thoughts, she even failed to realize that the man lining up behind here in the queue was alone as well.
she turned to her side, leaning her back against the brick wall of the venue and closing her eyes, taking a deep sigh as an attempt to calm herself down.
"hey, you okay?" a deep, accent-laced voice filled her ears. her eyes opened and she looked to her left side, making eye contact with a tall, tan skinned man. her eyes quickly scanned him, immediately noticing how fucking attractive he was. dark, curly hair that was on the verge of forming a mullet, a black supreme tee-shirt that exposed his multiple tattoos on his arms and accentuated his muscles, straight black leg dress pants and black docs. with a leather jacket in one hand, his phone and an unlit cigarette in the other.
god, he was hot. really fucking hot.
"oh yeah, i'm alright. just getting tired, 's all," she responds, trying to sound as collected as possible. "you're lookin' a little stressed there, love." he responds, assuming that the rosy shade appearing on her cheeks was from the cold air and not the use of his pet name, to which that assumption was flat out wrong.
"i'm okay. was just a bad choice of footwear for a concert. did it to myself," she fibs, letting out a light laugh as he takes notice of her black boots, then analyzing the rest of her outfit. a basic, black silk dress that was underneath an oversized leather jacket. "at least you look beautiful," he tells her. "you here alone?"
"thank you," she sheepishly smiles up at him. "yeah, i'm here alone, my first one, too."
"ahh, that's why you're lookin' so shaken up." he replies, letting out a light laugh. "don't worry, going to these by yourself are a piece of cake. definitely needs some getting used to, but afterwards it feels like nothin'." he reassures her, reaching in his jacket pocket for a lighter. "what's your name?"
"my name is melanie, and yours?"
"beautiful name for a beautiful girl. i'm calum."
"pretty name for a pretty boy. by the way, are you always this flirty?" she asks him, resulting in light chuckles from the both of them. "no, not always. only when pretty girls are lined up alone in front of me for inhaler." he says, melanie rolling her eyes and smiling in response.
"well, calum, i'm not lining up alone anymore. i'm lining up with you, now." she states, a big grin appearing on calum's face afterwards. "glad to be waiting with you."
they're standing in line for a little over 45 minutes, the conversation flowing exceptionally easily as they got to know each other. melanie's found out that he had also been in a band for a brief amount of time when he was younger, ultimately deciding to part ways but staying best friends with his bandmates. calum found out that melanie had just moved to the city as a result of a new job opportunity, originally living on the east coast just a few months before. with all the free time on calum's hands, he decided to spend some time in the city, having always admired how beautiful it is, yet never having enough time to adventure around it while he was around on tour.
"you're gonna have to play me some songs of yours, wanna compare you to bobby now," she jokes around at that last bit, referring to inhaler's bassist, robert keating, after finding out that calum was the bassist in his band as well. "i'd rock his shit, just saying." he responds, melanie laughing at his sudden defensiveness.
more giggles and continuing of conversations let the time pass by so much quicker than melanie had felt that they did before, and the next thing you know, the pair were standing beside each other while the general admission crowd were waiting for the anticipated band to come out.
despite choosing comfort and deciding not to camp out for long hours outside of the venue for the show, they had still made it to the second row on bobby's side of the stage. "looks like i'll be comparing you two for the entirety of the show," melanie giggles, calum nudging her slightly in response to her joke, "shut up. i'm showing you our songs the minute we get out of this place."
next thing you know, the lights dim and the four band members appear on stage, instruments, opening the show with it won't always be like this. the crowd roars and cheers, singing along to the band in front of them, hands waving around and feet jumping in all sorts of directions.
though melanie has some extra height with her uncomfortable leather boots on, her petite hight is on her bad side today, coming to the realization that she can't see very much due to the tall people standing in front of her.
halfway during the second song, calum takes notice of the way she's attempting to crane her neck up, still having a smile on her face as she enjoys the show. he breaks the touch barrier between them, softly grabbing her by the waist. melanie jumps slightly at the initial touch, but then loosens up at the realization of calum gesturing her to stand in front of him so that she could see better. it would benefit her anyways, and since cal was at least a foot taller than her, it wouldn't affect him that much – at all, really.
calum’s hands don’t leave melanie’s sides for the entirety of the concert. and as they’re exiting the venue and walking down the crowded streets at midnight, his arm is still wrapped around her as they stroll together.
“you know, you made this concert a lot more enjoyable,” she says softly, smiling up at the tall man beside her. “glad to hear. the exact same goes for you as well.” calum responds. “are you doing anything now?”
“if i would, i still wouldn’t be walking with you to no destination in particular,” she giggles, turning to him and stopping them from walking. “why? what did you have in mind?”
“i’m not entirely sure if this is too forward considering we met maybe 3 hours ago,” he starts, grinning. “but i’d love to get to know you better. preferably not in a concert queue. if you were willing to, would you wanna grab a drink or two with me?”
“hmmm, i’m gonna have to think about it,” melanie puts her hand on her chin, walking away from a calum with his jaw to the ground, laughing as he chases after her.
once he’s within reach of her shoulders, he turns her around, big smiles planted on both their faces.
“yes calum. i’d love to spend more time with you.”
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Behind Masks (Dr. Jonathon Crane x OC) Ch. 6: Sympathy Empathy
“Good morning, everyone.”
It’s group therapy and the new perky voice almost startles me. I look up from the crossword Edward gave me to see a young blonde therapist carrying a handful of roses. When she reaches me her eyes light up.
“Oh! You must be Calico! My name is Dr. Harleen Quinzel and I will be overseeing your group session today.”
“Hello. Um, why the roses?”
“This is to help tap into your empathy,” Dr. Quinzel explains and hands me a rose.
While the idea is inventive all I can think of is the deadly beauty behind the rose’s thorns. Ivy clearly loves this exercise since she's cradling her own rose and Nigma’s apparently trying to write a dozen flower riddles.
“So what are we supposed to do with them?” I ask as I twirl the rose.
Dr. Quinzel smiles brightly. “Give them to someone and tell them you care about them.”
Ivy rolls her eyes and ignores the instructions to continue babying her rose. However Edward jumps up right away and holds his rose up to me.
“Calico, may I offer my sincere apologies for your unfortunate predicament here. Personally I feel your young naive mind is far too valuable to be torn apart in this Hellhole.”
I take the rose and offer a weak smile. “Thanks, Ed. If it weren’t for you guys my mind might have turned to jello by now.”
“I won’t allow that.”
I turn around and find Crane standing behind me with what almost looks like annoyance at Nigma. The geek smiles and goes back to work on his riddles. I guess group therapy is over… but I didn’t get to do the activity. Unless-
I lift up my own rose to Crane, who looks at it apprehensively.
“What’s this for?”
“Dr. Crane, I want to say that despite your twisted methods of psychological treatment and outrageous experiments I think you are a very smart man with a hidden conscience, even if you disagree.”
He finally takes the rose, still looking deeply perplexed, and tucks it away in his pocket. “Calico, time to go.”
“Why not take her to the basement, hm?” Ivy jabs. “Make her your mindless puppet.”
Crane ignores her and drags me out before Dr. Quinzel can interrupt.
“Why does Ivy keep mentioning the basement?”
“That’s for me to know and for you to stay out of, dear.” He opens the gate and scoffs. “Why on Earth do you subject yourself to boorish group exercises?”
“It was just a rose, Crane. No need to flatter yourself. I could have given it to anyone.”
“But you gave it to me.”
“Because you happened to be closest,” I say simply.
We enter the operating theater once again. I’ve lost count of how many experiments Crane’s performed but so far I’ve had to endure endless hours of criticism and shouting from hallucinations of my parents. Sometimes they appear as fuzzy visions that try to slap and mock me, sometimes all the toxin does is cause their shouting to ring in my ear. As usual I step up to wait next to the platform while Crane prepares today’s dose-
“Ow!”
A sharp pain jabs into my side. I look down and see a needle poking through my jumpsuit.
“What happened?” Dr. Crane asks without looking up.
“Got stabbed. Medical syringe by the looks of it.”
He stops working. “Wait. What color liquid was in the syringe?’
I look back at the needle and shrug. “Green.”
Crane’s head jerks up and he gets closer to look at the needle I’m referencing. “Oh God. That’s my newest toxin.” Suddenly he grabs my wrists and leads me to the wall. “Calico, you need to stand back. If you lie down it will take longer to filter through. I’m going to bind your hands so you don’t harm yourself.”
Why is he so shaken up? “I’ve dealt with fear before-”
“No, this dose is different. I haven’t finished working out the kinks. So far the test subjects have shown fear towards the things- or shall I say the people they favor.”
His words mull through my head. “So it reverses feelings of affection?”
Crane takes a minute to answer. “You could say so. Yes.”
Interesting. A toxin that turns love into fear. It’s cruel. Part of me admires Crane for wanting to fix it. Oh well. It can’t be as bad as any other dose I’ve-
“Pathetic. Lying. Ignorant.”
Th- That voice. It’s Crane’s voice. But he didn’t say it-
“Callie, Callie, the world’s biggest disappointing psychologist,” the voice growls again with delight.
Now I see it. It’s Dr. Crane, but it’s not. He’s standing in the shadowed corner and waves a scornful finger at me.
“You’re not real,” I try to say in a determined voice. It’s just like any other hallucination-
“I’m not like any hallucination, dear. I can hear your thoughts. You like this, don’t you? You like being my lab rat. Getting special treatment. But you’re just like any other warm body with a pulse for me to torture.”
No! He’s not- It’s not right. I hate it here! Having no connection to the outside, being forced to socialize with Ivy and Nigma, having to face those intriguing eyes every afternoon- No. I don’t like special treatment? This psycho is torturing me! Despite it being all for science… No!
Crane’s shadowy figure looms closer and I back up until the cold concrete presses against me, squeezing my eyes shut. I’ve dealt with fear… Why does this one feel different?!
“Calico, look at me.”
It’s Crane. The real one. Right? It sounds like the real one.
A warm hand gently grabs each of my shoulders. “Whatever you see is not real. It will never be real.”
I keep my eyes shut and shake my head. “How can you promise that?”
“Because I don’t hate you,” the doctor replies sternly.
I huff sarcastically at his words. “Good to know.”
“I’m serious.”
“Am I?” The figure in the corner asks. “Or am I just lying to make you more compatible? It’s worked so far.”
“Shut up!” I bark.
“I didn’t say anything,” the real Crane says in a confused tone.
“Not you. The other you.” I nod my head to the hallucination.
“You see a different version of me?” Crane does little to hide his surprise. “The toxin is twisting your mind to make it seem that I hate you.”
“No shit, genius!” I hiss.
By now the shadowy figure is looming over me. The tattered image of Crane shows glowing eyes as though a demon is staring through my soul. Of all people to hallucinate, why him? Perhaps it’s because I have no one else to have any amount of affection for. Granted I don’t own any hint of love for him, nor anyone. But the toxin’s effects dig out even my deepest thoughts that show my respect for him.
“How long does the toxin take to die out?”
“It should almost be done by now,” Dr. Crane says, still staring at me.
He’s right. The dark shadow’s taunts are fading and those demon eyes along with them. But that doesn’t erase the memory.
“There you are.” Crane’s voice pulls me from my thoughts and somehow soothes me. “Your eyes aren’t feral now. That’s it, deep breaths.” He slowly takes my arm to pull me up and lead me to the platform. “You should sit down now. I’ll check your vitals before giving you the proper dose.”
Dear God. Off of one poison and onto the next. If it weren’t for the last dose’s fatigue draining my energy I’d argue. Instead I follow his instructions and sit down before my legs give out. No doubt I’ll sleep heavily tonight.
“First your pulse.”
The doctor pulls up my sleeve and presses two fingers to my wrist. After a minute he jots down some notes and goes on to flash a light in my eye.
“Your reflexes are still active. How do you feel?”
“Like I just ran a marathon,” I reply, staring blankly at the wall behind him.
“I’ll arrange for a nutrient tablet.”
Crane pulls out the selected syringe and inserts it into my arm. Once again I’m faced with my parents yelling at me to improve.
“Calico Prentiss, you are a disgrace to our family!” Dad roars.
Compared to the terror I just experienced ten minutes ago this is child’s play.
“Based on your reaction I assume you’ve begun to overcome your Atychiphobia?” Crane comments.
“Slowly, yes.”
The doctor writes down more observations and I can tell there’s something else on his mind.
“It’s been bugging me. Why is it you’ve never been with anyone? Mommy and daddy prevented you from dating?” he asks with hidden mockery.
I roll my eyes. “Quite the opposite, actually. They tried to set me up with any rich snob they could find. After they died I tried dating again. People tell me it’s fun but it’s not enjoyable at all when the people I meet don’t know a gun from a stapler.”
“So you’re attracted to intelligence,” Crane says, not bothering to look up from his clipboard.
I’ve never thought of it that way. Sure, being around smart people is a given perk. But actually having attractiveness to them, that actually explains why I’ve never dated much.
“I suppose I am.”
He hums in response and goes on to pack up his equipment. Another day, another toxin.
Bang! Bang!
The sound of someone pounding against the metal door to my cell jolts me from a deep sleep. In a frantic state I jump up and find- Crane? Huh. Why would he be down here at this time of night? The only time he visits is for experiments.
Bang! He slams his head into the door and grips the bars.
“Jesus! What-? Dr. Crane, are you ok?”
Something’s amiss. I’ve seen Crane go crazy over watching me go through his toxins but this… I’ve never seen him this berserk. Almost like his mind is miles away.
“Not here.” The doctor finally looks up at me and I see a mix of pure terror and excitement in his disturbed blue eyes. “Not here, Calico. He’s not in right now…”
His eyes tell a wild story, shifting all around as if he’s seeing something I’m not. When he does make direct eye contact Crane almost seems to ask for help.
“Hey! Get back here!” A woman’s voice shouts.
Crane jerks his head at the voice and gives me one last silent plea before sprinting off down the dark hallway. Where-? What-? I have so many questions! I can’t just sit here!
I attempt to try and pick the lock just as an approaching flashlight beam blinds me. A woman in a police uniform walks up cautiously. When she sees me her eyes go wide.
“Oh my God! Isley was right! Crane does have a patient hidden back here!”
“What’s going on?” I ask urgently.
“My name is Detective Montoya. We’re here to investigate a call from Batman. Something about the basement.”
“I knew there was something in there but Dr. Crane never told me.”
Montoya sighs heavily and starts to pick the lock on my cell. “We found evidence that Dr. Crane has been dumping an unknown chemical into Gotham’s water supply. He has now been removed from the Arkham staff due to a sudden decline in mental health. How long have you been down here?”
Good question. How long have I been down here? I lost count after a month.
“I don’t know. Can’t see the sun.”
“I’ve heard of solitary confinement but this is inhumane.” Montoya opens the door and places a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Has he done anything to you? Touched you? Abused you?”
Do I tell her about the experiments? After all, they weren’t as harmful as I expected. If anything, addressing my past has only helped me more than hurt me. Besides, Crane already got sacked. He’s done for.
“No. He just locked me up because a corrupt judge wanted me to be kept quiet.”
The policewoman shines her light ahead and leads me up the stairs. “You have nothing to worry about, honey. Crane can’t hurt you anymore. Seems to me like you’re just as sane as I am.”
I shake my head. “I was never supposed to be here.” At this point who’s to say what is sane? A month ago I would have called everyone in this asylum crazy. But after talking with Ivy and Nigma I realize now that even crazy people can be nice. I daresay they might even be more humane than sane people.
“Don’t worry,” Montoya assures me. “I’m going to talk to Gordon about this and get you a proper attorney. In your case I suggest Rachel Dawes.”
Okie dokie.
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Oh I love enemies to lovers, I can clearly see how even though Agustin and Julieta tend to be nice and 0 violence kind of people in the movie...i think between them, they go crazy... good crazy of course. Be afraid of the quiet ones i guess hahaha
what do you thing, dali?
For example:
"Does it really make you that angry?" Agustin asked incredulously.
"Hah, who says I care enough about you to get angry, you can do whatever you want with whoever you please, we are not even friends." Julieta said with fake indifference, Letting out a puff of air.
Agustin rolled his eyes and looked at her with exasperation, "It's not my fault the baker's daugther was trying to flirt with me," He murmured, seeing how people were staring at them with curiosity. That's when Agustin decided to grab Julieta's hand and take her towards the nearest alley, trying to look as natural as possible while Julieta tried to push him.
With an exaggerated and mocking voice Julieta exclaimed, "I'm sure she did it because you give her permission, you idiot. Oh look at me, I'm Mr. Charming, I know how to play the piano and write poetry. Ohh I love your bread better than that dumb Julie-"
Julieta felt her breath catch as Agustin lunged at her, kissing her hard on the mouth, his hands clutching her face with no way to escape or will to do so, But then.
Smack!!!
Agustin touched his cheek slowly, it was already red from the blow Julieta had given him, 'oh so that's how you want to play,' he thought, looking at her with eyes half closed and fingers running through his hair trying to look calm and serene.
Julieta was furious, 'what on earth,' she thought. her hand hurt and she was blushing so hard she might as well be a tomato, if not for her dark complexion.
God, she could still feel the ghost of his lips against hers driven her mad. her eyes betrayed her for a moment as they closed to allow her to think for a second, it didn't help at all. She couldn't stop hearing that little voice in the back of her head screaming, 'God please, do it again!'
' No!' Julieta she shook her head, 'you can't think like that, get a grip woman,' she thought with passion. It wasn't fair, why does it have to be four-eyed Agustin the one making her feel like this?
Gritting her teeth and with all the venom she could muster, julieta opened her eyes and Shouted, "Agustin, You-you animal! how dare you, you piece of-"
Apparently God did listened to her prayers, because once again, Agustin rushed towards her, causing her to take a few steps backwards until she hit the wall behind her. She could only moan when Agustin kissed her a second time, introducing his tongue with ruggedness.
What kind of a barbarian kissed like that, she was a lady, someone who was supposed to be refined and neat and respectable and, the truth was, she couldn't even think clearly anymore what else she was supposed to be.
It was only until the word "perfect" came into her head, that she had the strength to push Agustin a few inches away from her with her hands to once again give him a hard slap.
Agustin, while panting didn't seem affected by the slap, and instead of leaving or getting angry with Julieta, as she thought he would, he gave her a sardonic smile and a challenging look, grabbing her by the hips.
"Oh dear, I assure you that like jesus, I'll give you my other cheek till you get tired, " he whispered slowly in a low raspy voice. "A slap is a promised kiss, did you know that? So, come on, what are you waiting for love?" he challenged her as he rocked her hips towards him, gently bumping his nose against hers, making her swallow hard.
"To be honest, I'd rather you slap me a thousand times if it means I can steal as many kisses as I can, but if you don't want to, I'll have to accept the baker's daughter invitation, " Agustin said, taunting her with an air of fake sadness.
That's it, all the supposed self-control that Julieta prided herself on went to hell and with a snarl, she grabbed Agustin by his stupid tie and kissed him so hard they almost went straight to the floor If it wasn't for Agustin, drewing her closer to him. Julieta would be damn if that flimsy, shameless, excuse of a baker was going to get a chance to touch a hair of her stupid four-eyed musician's head.
A couple of minutes later and with a voice she didn't even recognise, Julieta growled loudly, "Over my dead body." lips still touching slightly she continued, "You don't know what i'm capable of mister," Julieta said menacing, as she buried her fingers into his hair, messing it up while staring at him, making Agustin tremble at the fire he saw in those beautiful dark eyes and the words coming out of that irresistable mouth of hers.
That was all the invitation it took for Agustin to pick up Julieta and place her on top of the apple crates left in the alley, getting himself trapped between her legs. If he could, he would run out to meet with Dona Alma and ask her on his knees for her blessing to marry this heavenly vision. Agustin will have to thank that baker girl later, Her attempts at flirting were a godsend.
Julieta for her part, was in heaven or in hell she wasn't sure anymore, she felt light almost weightless and at the same time, very hot all over. Kissing and having Agustin all for herself was an addictive drug, now she understood why her sister gets so despaired when she couldn't see felix, It would be torture. 'Great,' she thought with a whine, now I'm getting dramatic, what are you doing to me Agustin Rojas? I will make you pay you silly man, Julieta emphasised that thought by biting Agustin's lower lip, causing him to sigh loudly, making her smirk.
However, her revenge will be another day as a loud sound brought them out of the trance they were in, making them turn quickly to the source of the noise. "Shit, did someone catch us?" they both thought, a few moments of silence passed before a small brown and white rat appeared, eating one of the apples that had fallen on the way to its final destination. A sigh of relief was shared between the lovers, dropping their foreheads against each other.
"Well, I think that's our cue, Miss Madrigal," Agustin said crestfallen as he helped Julieta get down from the boxes, starting to fix her dress and hair with a careful touch, at the same time she tied his tie with expertise and put his hair back into place, all with unparalleled delicacy.
"It appears so, i would be right to think that we'll see each other at casita this afternoon for my brother's theatre performance, wouldn't i?" Julieta said in a hopeful tone, Stroking his chest with one of her fingers.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world, " agustin said, Wiggling his eyebrows up and down a couple of times, earning a tap to his chest and an exasperated smile.
PARDON MELGHI ?! YOU JUST ALMOST GAVE ME AN HEART ATTACK ?? W H A T
OH MY GOD
#I AM SCREAMING THIS IS PERFECT#this all happened like in the late evening when she just finished working and witnessed to the scene just a few moments before all of this#I’m on the floor I swear#YES THE QUITE ONES REALLY HIT DIFFERENTLY#I saw the long ask but THIS… DIDN’T EXPECT THIS#I AM SCREAMING#I’ll need… a few minutes now to compose I guess#THANK YOU???#THANK YOU SO MUCH
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can i please request a oneshot hendery soulmate au and can the genres be fluff and crack ?? thank you smm !! love your blog <33
OOOOOO yes you can! I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty of choosing a sub genre of soulmates (i.e. I shoved all the ones I could think of at the top of my head in a random generator and went with it lol)
In My Shoes
Non-Idol AU, Soulmate AU
TW: Language
Pairing: Hendery x Reader
Y/N Pronouns: Not Specified
Genre: Fluff
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Word Count: 2.0K
Soulmate AU: In which you switch bodies with your soulmate for a day.
You screamed as soon as you woke up, louder than before and... much deeper than before. Your hands flew to your face immediately, how could they not? There was a mirror hanging on the wall and facing the bed, who even does that? Who would be narcissistic enough to want to wake up to his face every day? You shut your mouth when you heard a knocking at the door.
"Yo, Hendery, you good, man?" An unfamiliar voice called from behind the door. You stood up out of bed and gasped, your hands immediately flying to cover your body. You grabbed the blanket just as the door opened. The boy on the other side looked concerned. "Are you okay?" He asks again. You grin.
"Just fine, thank you," you nodded your head. The boy hums.
"Okay, yeah, sure," he nods his head slowly and looks over his shoulder. "Kun! I think Hendery's hung over again," he turns around and leaves. You run up to the mirror, draping the blanket around your shoulders to cover your bare chest while one hand musses your hair.
"This guy is my soulmate?!" You gasped. You looked around the room, seeing the piles of empty boxes and stacks of dirty laundry around the room. "Good god..." You start scavenging the room. You need a phone. "Come on, it has to be somewhere," you started pushing sheets and shirts aside and, finally, you found it. You turned it on and were immediately met with a password prompt. "Password?! Are you kidding me?! Does this guy not have facial recognition?!" You groaned.
You had heard many times about soulmates switching bodies for a day, hell, your parents did the same thing. But why did it have to happen now? Ryujin had just found you the alleged "perfect" blind date since you had long given up on finding your soulmate after passing the average age where people typically switch bodies. So why now? The timing couldn't have been more specific, and you were really looking forward to meeting this Seungmin guy she kept talking about.
At the very least, he had to be neater than who your soulmate is. That's all you could think about as you spotted a pile of multiple discarded socks, unknown if they'd been used before or not.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the world, Hendery woke up and slowly rose from his bed. His vision was still slightly blurred as the morning rays hit his face.
"Where's my mirror?" Hendery yawns. He stands up now and walks out of his room.
"Whoa, (Y/N)! You're up early!" A voice chimes. Hendery looks to the side, seeing a woman looking back at him.
"Huh?" He asks. She raises an eyebrow.
"What do you mean, huh?!" She crosses her arms. "Geez, you're impossible, just get dressed already since you're up! Come on, I'll tell Ryujin to wait for us!" She says. Hendery blinks once.
"I'm sorry... who are you?" He asks. Her brows furrow together until she finally gasps.
"Oh... oh my god. I'll be right back," she walks off slowly at first before breaking into a run. "Girls! Girls get in here! (Y/N)'s soulmate is here!"
"Huh?" Hendery shakes his head, realization slowly settling in. He starts throwing open doors with one goal in mind: a mirror. Finally, he stumbles into the bathroom and holds his face in his hands.
"Oh shit, I had an exam today!" He shouts. In moments, he runs back to the room he came out of. Vanity, wardrobe, desk, bed, where's all his shit?! Wait, hold on, has he always had carpeted floors? No, of course not, he just looked in the mirror and saw that he wasn't him, and now he's freaking out. "Wait... wait, wait... soulmate. What? This should've happened a decade ago!" His hands fly to his hair, tugging at the strands tightly. Well... at least you were a clean person. "Oh shit," he curses again, "my soulmate's in my room right now! I haven't cleaned for ages fuck!" He continues to shout. He'd long given up on meeting his soulmate, much to his sisters' dismay, who tried their hardest to find ways of connecting him to his soulmate for years after he missed the average age. Now that he'd finally made peace with the possibility of being soulmate-less, this. The door opens behind him again and five girls stand behind him. He turns around quickly to look at them. One of them waves shyly while the others looked at him with disbelief. "I need a phone."
"Okay, don't worry, we got you," one of them steps up. "Hi, my name is Yeji," she says. "That's Ryujin, Lia, Chaeryeong, and Yuna. We're (Y/N)'s roommates," she explains while pointing each girl out.
"Kunhang," Hendery raises his hand in an awkward gesture. He clears his throat. "I... uh, could I borrow a phone, please?"
Elsewhere in the world, you've been locked inside a bathroom for who knows how long now, and not willingly, no, you'd given up on trying to open the door a long time ago and have just decided to eavesdrop on the conversation on the otherside. When you'd accidentally tripped up and apparently said something that 'Hendery' would never say, the boy who you first encountered deemed it a good idea to lock you in the bathroom. You didn't even know how that was possible, the lock was on your side yet still you couldn't get the door to budge.
"Bro, bro, what are we supposed to do?!" You heard the same voice panic.
"I don't know!" Another shouts.
"Just don't tell Kun!"
"Don't tell me what?"
"Shit!" Shortly after you heard that, the door opened and the man you presumed to be Kun sighed. You spotted a chair placed off to the side, no doubt the means of keeping you in the bathroom.
"I am so sorry about my roommates, I'm Kun, the one who found out is Yangyang, and this is Ten," he explains. "I know you must be scared and maybe a little worried, but don't worry, I'll help you out."
"Oooh," Yangyang whistles. Kun shoves him aside and smiles.
"I know a thing or two about soulmates, don't worry, we'll track down Kunhang in no time at all, what was it that you said you had to do today?"
"Ah... well, I was supposed to have a girl's day with my roommates," you lied. It would be embarrassing now to admit that you didn't believe you had a soulmate and agreed to go on a date with someone else... a date which you were supposed to start going to in, you checked the time, an hour ago. "Although, looks like we'll have to raincheck now."
"A true shame, well, you see, Hendery had a final today, so I'm pretty sure he's a stressed out as you are right now," Kun mentions, eliciting a small gasp from you.
"Oh, god, what horrible timing for us to switch bodies," your shoulders slumped. "It's okay, I can take the exam, what is it?"
"Uh... advanced calculus," Kun said quickly.
"Oh, fuck," you cried. Within moments, Kun's phone rang.
"Excuse me for a moment," he answers it. "Hello?"
"Kun don't hang up it's me Kunhang and I'm in another body and I don't know what to do how am I going to take my final? Do they have accommodations for soulmates?! This is so unfair!" An unfamiliar voice ranted. Kun said nothing before handing it to you.
"Ah... hello?" Your voice was unsure.
"It was you! Body stealer!"
"Excuse me?!" You gasped. "How rude! I'm going to fail your exam on purpose now!"
"You wouldn't!" You had to admit, it was strange hearing your voice. "If you do then... then I'm telling your blind date that you think he has terrible taste in date spots!"
"How dare you?!" You were full on arguing to the mirror now, not knowing that Hendery was doing the exact same in your apartment. You glanced to the side, seeing that more people have joined your conversation. You closed the door and sighed.
"Okay, wait, let's call a truce. Obviously, both of us don't want to be here right now. So, let's both work together here, okay?" Hendery asks.
"Okay. What should we do?"
"Are you good at calculus?"
"I... I'm okay at it."
"Okay, good. Because I suck at it. And I am a real charmer, according to my sisters, so I'll make sure you have a stellar date even though you've been blessed with my intense good looks."
"You are so full of yourself," you groaned. "But... fine. I agree to your terms. Then, we'll end the day and never talk again."
"Wait... what?!"
"What do you mean, 'wait what'?! It's obvious that neither of us are interested in the other!"
"Whoa, hold on there, whoever said that?! Sure, I gave up because all my friends met their soulmates before me, but now that I know you exist I don't want to just ignore you," Hendery rambles. "I mean... could we at least be friends?" For whatever reason, his last question pierced your heart. It was true, you gave up on your soulmate because you wanted to move on and make a name for yourself after coming to terms that maybe you didn't have a soulmate. People like that certainly existed, and your parents always pitied them, and more so when they found out that you didn't have one. But look at you now. You looked to the mirror again, staring into your soulmate's eyes. Now that you knew that he existed, well, maybe being with your soulmate isn't so bad an idea.
"We'll... we'll figure it out later," you finally answered. "I'll do my best on your test, I promise."
"Oh, thank god, thank you! There's a study guide on my desk... somewhere, I'll do my best on your date too!"
"Thank you!" Your shoulders relaxed. "Okay, let's do this."
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"Needless to say, without me, your father here would've flunked out of college," you nudged Hendery harshly and your daughter cooed.
"That... is... so... romantic!" She squealed while her younger brother gagged.
"Ew, why'd you guys have to tell us your sick love story?" Your son groans.
"Hey! I think our love story was very sweet!" Hendery gasps.
"We're just telling you two because, no doubt, your friends have already started swapping bodies or maybe having strange tattoos appear on their bodies, so it's okay to not have any of those experiences yet, there's nothing wrong with that," you say, pulling both of them onto your lap. "Having a soulmate doesn't define you two," you say. Your daughter looks at her hands. You knew it. Her best friend recently said that she started seeing drawings on her arm and, well, you knew your daughter best.
"Yeah, you were even about to give up on me," Hendery nudges you now.
"But I didn't!"
"It was with your uncle Seungmin," he whispers to his kids, causing them to both gasp dramatically.
"Uncle Seungmin?! Him?!" They both yell.
"Don't be so dramatic," you laughed. "Besides, I met your dad and was instantly charmed," your laughs quieted and your daughter swooned while your son sighed.
"What if I don't want a soulmate though?" He asks.
"Then you don't have to meet them," you say.
"But wouldn't that hurt their feelings?" He asks.
"Well... that's something for you and your soulmate to discuss," you say. Times are different now, you knew a lot of people who didn't end up dating or marrying their soulmates, and there was a certain beauty to it. But, as you looked over your kids' heads to your husband, having a soulmate really isn't all that bad.
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#5
“I don’t give a rat’s ass how badly you want me out of your business,” she griped, cocking her hands on her hips. “I am you mother and as long as I’m alive I’m going to be in your business making sure you’re doing alright.”
Tim’s expression pinched and he couldn’t help but cross his arms over his chest. “Me and the others had it under control.”
“Look me in my eyes and tell me that meta-humans running wild across Gotham City means you had it under control,” she argued, and he glanced at her, meeting her irritated gaze. “You are seventeen going on eighteen, Timothy Jackson Wayne, and while I’m comfortable letting you and your friends go around doing God knows what in other cities, when your ass is in Gotham City, you know damn well you’re supposed to check in and let me or your father know what you’re doing.” She accentuated her point by tipping her head towards the man leaning back against the desk who was merely watching.
“Dad,” he whined, trying to get him to help him out.
His father merely sipped the glass of water in his hand. “Nope, not getting involved.”
She started tapping her foot, a telltale sign that her annoyance was shifting into anger. “Timothy, you’re grou—”
Tim, in a last-ditch effort to save his hide, he pointed at his second eldest sibling and shouted, “Jason snuck Kyle into the manor last night whenever you were out with Damian and dad on the back porch! He left this morning when you were getting ready for work!”
Her eyes went wide, so did Jason’s as he spluttered, “W-what! No, the fuck I didn’t!”
She was already whirling on him. “Jason Peter Todd, did you sneak a boy into this house!”
“I—we—he—” Jason pointed at Dick. “Dickhead was the one who broke the Ming Dynasty vase in the hallway! I saw it!”
“ME?!” Dick shouted, already turning on Cassandra. “Cass is the one who broke the refrigerator after she punched the panel ‘cause it wouldn’t work!”
“Damian skipped school last week,” she countered, glaring at Dick.
Damian’s olive cheeks flushed crimson. “You dare tell on me!” he pointed at Bruce. “Father skipped the gala last Tuesday and said he had a mission to complete but instead he was hanging out with Superman and Wonder Woman!”
She stood bewildered and turned, gaping at Bruce. “Excuse me? You did what?”
Bruce held his hands up, expression already turning panicky as he calmed, “Darling, I can totally explain not attending the gala with you.”
“Oh? You can?” she laughed, eyes narrowing in rage. “So, it wasn’t just to get out of having to deal with all the other socialites? No, not Bruce Wayne. He wouldn’t leave his lovely wife to fend for herself.”
At this point the children were inching their way towards the door and Bruce pointed at them. “They’re getting away!”
She spun, ready to yell at them but they were already gone and when she turned back around, Bruce was gone too, the wall shifting back to its original place; she let out a howl. “OH, ALL OF YOU ARE GROUNDED FOR A MONTH!”
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“Can I ask you something?” Soap inquired, sitting close enough for their legs to brush.
“Depending on what you’re about to ask me, be prepared for either sarcasm or cold ruthlessness.”
He nodded. “I can appreciate that.” Gazing at her, he asked, “Do you think you’ll live to be an old woman?”
“Define old woman.”
“Old,” Soap answered. “With grandbabes. In your old age.”
She snorted. “Oh, no. I’m definitely going to be dead by fifty.”
“Why’s that?”
“People who do what we do don’t exactly make it out alive, Soap. I know I won’t make it to die old.”
“Already prepared?”
She nodded. “My affairs are in order.”
He sat back in thought, simply staring at her. “…Will you have any regrets if you go early?”
For a moment, she was quiet, a distant yet love-longing look in her eyes as she gazed over the rim of her laptop to the Lieutenant reading over a set of blacked-out files. “Only few.”
Soap didn’t speak on it, wasn’t going to breach that barrier she and the Lieutenant had built around one another; instead, he smiled and nudged her in the side, quipping, “You’re going to have a giant regret if you go before Ghost, aye?”
She barked a laugh as Ghost looked up and glared at them. “Let me tell you something, if I die before Ghost, that means I have a limited amount of time before he gets there too to set up a room of traps for him to fall in.”
“I don’t think the big man upstairs is going to let that go.”
“Oh we’re all going to hell, Soap, there’s no doubt about that.”
“If anyone’s going to hell, it’s you, love,” Ghost remarked, going back to his files. “But only for being a witch.”
“Asshat,” she griped, throwing a pen at him, which he caught.
Soap looked between them and asked, “Why haven’t you two just married already?”
Ghost looked up and gestured at her. “I tried. Gollum ate the ring and told me to fuck off.”
“I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING ME GOLLUM! AND NO, YOU DROPPED THE RING OFF THE PIER!”
“It was your fault.”
“IT WAS NOT!”
Soap grinned and rose from his seat, walking off as they started arguing and Price simply rubbed his temples. “Why do you do that?”
“Because if I have to suffer a Brit and an American on the same team, I’m going to make amusement somewhere.”
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#3
Is Jason going to call Bruce dad to his face? No, no he’s not.
Is Jason going to defend Bruce with “My dad—” and beat the shit outta anyone who talks bad about him when Bruce isn’t there? Yes. Yes he will.
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Soap reclined against the back of the metal wall of the plane, eyes dragging from each member of the team until they landed on her. She, oddly enough wasn’t sitting like the others were, contemplating the mission and the risks. In her hands was a small book, about the size of a cigarette holder, perhaps a religious book, but he’d never known her to pray or be religious outright; then again, she wasn’t very open about many things of herself either.
Her eyes drew along the pages, quietly turning them, occasionally shifting with the movement of the plane and he heard lowly, “Keep staring at her like that and she’ll think you like her.”
He fought the urge to roll his eyes and merely retorted, “Would that be such a bad thing, Lt.?”
Ghost chuckled. “She’ll eat your heart out, Soap.”
“If it’s her, that doesn’t sound like a bad way to go.” He shifted his foot and tapped along the ground, loud enough for her to cock an eyebrow to acknowledge the motion. “Whatcha reading?”
She flipped a page. “A book detailing the capture, trials, and deaths of women during the Salem Witch Trials.”
Soap blinked, eyebrows furrowing together. “…Why?”
“She’s tryna figure out why they didn’t catch her back then,” Ghost chirped and her eyes rose from the page to meet his, knowing he was smirking behind that stupid mask of his.
“Don’t take the bait,” Price muttered beside her, arms crossed over his chest, and she was almost prepared to let it go. But, she also remembered that Ghost ate the last of her chocolate chip poptarts before they left.
She went back to her book and rattled off, “Ghost can’t play golf. We went to a putt-putt one time and I’ve never seen a man so competent in the art of war be so terrible at hitting a ball.”
Ghost spluttered as Soap snickered.
“He snores like an old dog and drools in his sleep.” She flipped another page. “One time we were on a mission in Baghdad, and he wasn’t paying attention and ran into a wall. Broke his radio from the impact.”
“I did not,” Ghost hissed.
“He cried watching Where The Red Fern Grows.”
“WHO WOULDN’T?!” he snapped. “SHE DIES OF A BROKEN HEART AFTER HER BROTHER!”
“One time he ate a box of fiber bars to recover from a hangover and he shit himself in the middle of the store.”
“Alright! I get it! I’m sorry!” he griped and she smiled to herself as she quieted down and went back to her book.
For a few moments, silence enveloped the group in the plane, then Soap asked, “Did you really shit yourself?”
“Shut. Up.”
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Summer break - part 1/3
What could possibly go wrong when Slytherin bitch Scarlett Tempest visits Phil Baker during the summer break? Well now you will have to read and find out. But just don't ask how her confused ass managed to end up with accepting an invitation 😂
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“Mom, I’m leaving.” entering her room, she looked at her mother who was still not done packing everything for their trip to the Maldives.
“Have fun with the girls.”
Cocking a brow, Scarlett shook her head securing her backpack properly “I told you that’s next week when you are on your trip. I’m going to Nottingham now.” Her mother rose her eyes, however she did not appear to remember what Scarlett has been telling her for over a week “The boy I mentioned?”
“Oh honey, you don’t need to lie to me in order to see the girls, you know I like them. Now, you know where the money is, you have your phone and credit card yes?” Scarlett only nodding “Keys?”
“Of course.” Hearing a scoff, she turned around looking at her half-brother who was leaning against the wall, listening in for God knew how long “What?”
“Now I know you are off to do something stupid since no guy would even look at you with that nasty ass attitude.”
“Language!” her mother shouted from the bedroom.
Looking at him up and down Scarlett frowned “That’s rich coming from mister I spend an hour in the shower.” Gesturing as if wanking off, her brother showed her the middle finger.
“Now, now you two, settle down. Are you really sure you don’t want to come with us on holiday?” shaking her head, Scarlett turned on her heels and was out the door, not even bothering to say goodbye to her step father.
The train ride was uneventful, her keeping busy with music and reading, arriving in the Nottingham train station at the agreed time. How she ended up agreeing was still a mystery. She was playing an online game with Phil, one he insisted on buying her since it would be fun. Somewhere between game tactics, him talking about an anime she could not even remember, she suddenly said yes to coming over to his place so they could both leave for a convention later on during the week. In retrospect, it was far better than spending time with her family, Maldives or not.
At the train station, Phil waited for her with a handmade sign with her name on it “I do know how you look like you know?”
“I know.” He answered lifting the sign slightly “But I wanted to make you feel welcomed.” Scarlett only nodding as she changed the subject quickly.
“So did you pass the Apparating test?”
“Yes, it went ok. You?”
“Aced it. So…are you going to take me to your place?”
As if he actually remembered why she was there, he rubbed the back of his head offering to carry her bag which she declined, Phil ending up talking about the convention they were going to go to so fast and with so many unknown terms, Scarlett could only just nod away, offering a smile once in a while at his enthusiastic schedule.
Opening the front door, he called out to his parents, both of them arriving in the hallway only to stand amazed as they looked at the pair “This is my friend, Scarlett.”
“Hello darling” his mother snapped out of her stupor first “lovely to meet you. Phil didn’t mention that you are a…”
“What? A girl? Born one actually.” She had something way more nasty to say, however she bit her tongue, smiling politely “Don’t worry, I told mom I was coming over and she didn’t believe me so we’re sort of in the same boat.”
His father was still blinking in surprise, eyes going from Scarlett, to Phil, to his wife, clearing his throat when Scarlett stared at him “Right, well welcome. Come on show the lass upstairs, she must be tired after her trip.”
“Energy drink?” Phil asked finally finding a way out of the awkward discussion. It wasn’t like he did not try to tell his parents that his friend was a girl but every time he wanted to bring it up, he went on a rambling spree about something else entirely because he was actually nervous. Not that his parents would not agree or anything, they were actually happy Phil was hanging out with friends.
Smirking, Scarlett looked his way “Is that even a question? Of course.”
Leading the way upstairs, he showed her to his room, Scarlett’s eyes going wide at the collection of action figures, manga and posters he had “Oh my fucking God. Ok.”
“You will sleep here, the bed is comfier. You can read any manga you want, or watch movies, or we can play. Oh slippers.” He quickly went to retrieve a pair of big fluffy slippers from under his bed “I bought you these so you would have a pair. I hope pink is ok, they only had pink, but I can give you mine, but they might be too big for you. And I have snacks, right, energy drink. I’ll be right back.”
Watching him leave, she chuckled staring at the slippers, ending up laughing as she stood there in the middle of his room, managing to calm down right before he came back, carrying in his arms what she believed was probably one of each item from the store in terms of snacks.
“We can order pizza too, anything you like. Or we can go out if you want to go out, I’ll go out with you.”
“First time having a girl over?” she teased as he finally discarded everything on the bed.
“Umm…I…” he stammered slightly before nodding “but it’s fine, because we’re friends.”
“Right.” Scarlett nodded trying to refrain from smiling “We can do whatever, it’s fine by me. As long as I don’t have to be at home all is good.” She added sitting down on the bed.
Looking at her, he wanted to ask if something happened with her parents, but knew very well she wouldn’t share anything that actually bothered her “Want to play a game, I got an extra controller.”
“Sure, let’s do that.”
Pulling the bean bag from a corner of the room, he invited her to sit down first, placing the controller in her hands. Also taking a seat a bit farther from her, when he placed his entire weight on it, Scarlett’s petite figure could not stand a chance as she practically leaped over to his side, almost bumping heads with him as their bodies collided “I bet this is one of your nerd fantasies isn’t it? Move.”
“I didn’t do anything.” He tried getting up, only to lose his balance as Scarlett pushed him, somehow both of them landing on the floor, the bean bag now empty, her glaring daggers at it as she ran a hand through her hair.
“Great.” Huffing, she glanced over at Phil “I take the chair, you can take the bean bag. Deal?”
“Deal.” He stated, getting up and offering him her hand. Hesitating initially, she finally took it, both settling down as they played a fighting game with some weird characters. Even if Scarlett was raised in a Muggle environment and knew technology, mostly being addicted to it, when it came to anime and games, while she did try a few, there were some gaps in her knowledge.
“How?” she turned to look at Phil “I almost had you.”
“I used the ultimate attack since my mana recharged.” Him offering her a proud grin “I can show you how to do it.”
A few failed attempts later, Scarlett finally relented “Alright, fine, show me.” Trying to replicate his moves, however his fingers appeared to press those buttons at inhumane speed “Really? Alright, move.” She shooed him further up the bean bag, getting between his legs “Come on, I’ll watch.” Phil stood there for a few moments, until Scarlett looked behind her shoulder, her famous glare enough to snap him out of his daze. Placing his hands on her lap, he replicated the moves, a lot slower this time.
Not even bothering to get up since she found a comfortable position, they continued playing, her trying to watch his controller and the screen. Glancing down at her hands, Phil removed his finger from the X, Scarlett finishing off his character.
A second later, she threw her hands up in the air, cheering “Ha! Finally. Did you see that?”
Smiling, he shrug his shoulders “Lucky shot, again.”
She didn’t need to know he let her win, that he could play any character with his eyes closed, having memorized the sequence to every fighting stance. She still cheered when she won, sometimes even getting up to do a victory dance, Phil laughing as he accepted his apparent defeat.
Hours passed, snacks being shared between them on the bed as they watched an anime he picked out, her not complaining, half paying attention as she watched it but also spent time on her phone. By the time they said goodnight the sun was already rising and they were exhausted.
At 12 Phil finally woke up, Scarlett an hour later, already showered, dressed and dolled up. His family greeted her, Phil’s mother asking her what she would like to eat “Oh no, I don’t eat. Just a coffee for me.”
“Aren’t you a bit too young for coffee?”
“Let her be, they are after all 17, practically adults in the Wizarding World.” Phil’s father chimed in, Scarlett thankful for the intervention.
Seeing the ingredients on the counter, Scarlett got up checking everything out “I can make the pancakes, you take a seat and drink your coffee.”
“Oh no, you’re a guest, I couldn’t possibly.”
“Oh I insist. That way Phil will have to take me Starbucks and I won’t have to watch another episode of Dungmon.”
“Digimon.” He corrected her “Can I help with anything?”
“Neah, you relax. I know you will talk my ears off later.” Turning back to the counter she started on the batter, Phil smiling as he looked at the table.
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This is my first oneshot guys, let's see how the story goes...Either her bread or mine.
"Does it really make you that angry?" Agustin asked incredulously.
"Hah, who says I care enough about you to get angry, you can do whatever you want with whoever you please, we are not even friends." Julieta said with fake indifference, Letting out a puff of air.
Agustin rolled his eyes and looked at her with exasperation, "It's not my fault the baker's daugther was trying to flirt with me," He murmured, seeing how people were staring at them with curiosity. That's when Agustin decided to grab Julieta's hand and take her towards the nearest alley, trying to look as natural as possible while Julieta tried to push him.
With an exaggerated and mocking voice Julieta exclaimed, "I'm sure she did it because you give her permission, you idiot. Oh look at me, I'm Mr. Charming, I know how to play the piano and write poetry. Ohh I love your bread better than that dumb Julie-"
Julieta felt her breath catch as Agustin lunged at her, kissing her hard on the mouth, his hands clutching her face with no way to escape or will to do so, But then.
Smack!!!
Agustin touched his cheek slowly, it was already red from the blow Julieta had given him, 'oh so that's how you want to play,' he thought, looking at her with eyes half closed and fingers running through his hair trying to look calm and serene.
Julieta was furious, 'what on earth,' she thought. her hand hurt and she was blushing so hard she might as well be a tomato, if not for her dark complexion.
God, she could still feel the ghost of his lips against hers driven her mad. her eyes betrayed her for a moment as they closed to allow her to think for a second, it didn't help at all. She couldn't stop hearing that little voice in the back of her head screaming, 'God please, do it again!'
' No!' Julieta she shook her head, 'you can't think like that, get a grip woman,' she thought with passion. It wasn't fair, why does it have to be four-eyed Agustin the one making her feel like this?
Gritting her teeth and with all the venom she could muster, julieta opened her eyes and Shouted, "Agustin, You-you animal! how dare you, you piece of-"
Apparently God did listened to her prayers, because once again, Agustin rushed towards her, causing her to take a few steps backwards until she hit the wall behind her. She could only moan when Agustin kissed her a second time, introducing his tongue with ruggedness.
What kind of a barbarian kissed like that, she was a lady, someone who was supposed to be refined and neat and respectable and, the truth was, she couldn't even think clearly anymore what else she was supposed to be.
It was only until the word "perfect" came into her head, that she had the strength to push Agustin a few inches away from her with her hands to once again give him a hard slap.
Agustin, while panting didn't seem affected by the slap, and instead of leaving or getting angry with Julieta, as she thought he would, he gave her a sardonic smile and a challenging look, grabbing her by the hips.
"Oh dear, I assure you that like jesus, I'll give you my other cheek till you get tired, " he whispered slowly in a low raspy voice. "A slap is a promised kiss, did you know that? So, come on, what are you waiting for love?" he challenged her as he rocked her hips towards him, gently bumping his nose against hers, making her swallow hard.
"To be honest, I'd rather you slap me a thousand times if it means I can steal as many kisses as I can, but if you don't want to, I'll have to accept the baker's daughter invitation, " Agustin said, taunting her with an air of fake sadness.
That's it, all the supposed self-control that Julieta prided herself on went to hell and with a snarl, she grabbed Agustin by his stupid tie and kissed him so hard they almost went straight to the floor If it wasn't for Agustin, drewing her closer to him. Julieta would be damn if that flimsy, shameless, excuse of a baker was going to get a chance to touch a hair of her stupid four-eyed musician's head.
A couple of minutes later and with a voice she didn't even recognise, Julieta growled loudly, "Over my dead body." lips still touching slightly, she continued, "You don't know what i'm capable of mister," Julieta said menacing, as she buried her fingers into his hair, messing it up while staring at him, making Agustin tremble at the fire he saw in those beautiful dark eyes and the words coming out of that irresistable mouth of hers.
That was all the invitation it took for Agustin to pick up Julieta and place her on top of the apple crates left in the alley, getting himself trapped between her legs. If he could, he would run out to meet with Dona Alma and ask her on his knees for her blessing to marry this heavenly vision. Agustin will have to thank that baker girl later, Her attempts at flirting were a godsend.
Julieta for her part, was in heaven or in hell she wasn't sure anymore, she felt light almost weightless and at the same time, very hot all over. Kissing and having Agustin all for herself was an addictive drug, now she understood why her sister gets so despaired when she couldn't see felix, It would be torture. 'Great,' she thought with a whine, now I'm getting dramatic, what are you doing to me Agustin Rojas? I will make you pay you silly man, Julieta emphasised that thought by biting Agustin's lower lip, causing him to sigh loudly, making her smirk.
However, her revenge will be another day as a loud sound brought them out of the trance they were in, making them turn quickly to the source of the noise. "Shit, did someone catch us?" they both thought, a few moments of silence passed before a small brown and white rat appeared, eating one of the apples that had fallen on the way to its final destination. A sigh of relief was shared between the lovers, dropping their foreheads against each other.
"Well, I think that's our cue, Miss Madrigal," Agustin said crestfallen as he helped Julieta get down from the boxes, starting to fix her dress and hair with a careful touch, at the same time she tied his tie with expertise and put his hair back into place, all with unparalleled delicacy.
"It appears so, i would be right to think that we'll see each other at casita this afternoon for my brother's theatre performance, wouldn't i?" Julieta said in a hopeful tone, Stroking his chest with one of her fingers.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world, " agustin said, Wiggling his eyebrows up and down a couple of times, earning a tap to his chest and an exasperated smile.
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@yeetresponsibly asked for five responses to the WIP flower meme, so they’re getting five responses to the flower meme.
From A Hero Lies In You, my 2017 Power Rangers/MCU crossover:
Off to the side, Tommy sighed. “This isn’t how we make friends, AJ.”
“This is how I make friends,” she corrected. “If someone is intimidated by the fact that I can use a weapon better than they can, I would rather know up front.” She grinned at Jason. “Are you intimidated?”
“A little,” he admitted, shrugging. “And intrigued. Does that count too?”
Tommy dragged a hand over his face. “Great. Now I’m a third wheel.”
“Not yet.” AJ patted her twin’s arm and set her bokken aside. “So. Jason. Do you have plans for the rest of your afternoon or was your run the big adventure for the day?”
From the untitled sequel to A Hero Lies In You:
If Zordon could have, he would have facepalmed. Jason knew that look, because it was the same expression that he saw on his own father’s face time and time again. “I am not familiar with this term, ‘fucked,’” Zordon said.
“Oh my god.” Trini hid her face in her arms. “Please don’t tell me we’re going to have the birds and bees conversation with a giant floating head on the wall.”
Billy sat up straighter in his chair. “Oh! I know the answer to this one!” He cleared his throat. “When two people love each other very much-”
“Love is not required,” Zack butted in. “But continue.”
“-And experience sexual attraction to each other, they may choose to use their sexual organs to-”
“BILLY!” Jason, Tommy, AJ, Kim, and Trini all shouted in unison.
From an untitled Star Wars fic, in which Anakin would eventually raise the twins on his own in Tatooine:
While Anakin floated in a bacta tank, the others discussed strategy aboard Bail’s ship.
Padmé smoothed a hand over her stomach. “I will not be able to hide the baby much longer,” she admitted. “The galactic media was already starting to ask questions before all of this. They won’t be safe on Coruscant.”
“None of us are anymore,” Obi-Wan reminded her. “Yoda and I, especially. We will have to disappear.”
“Stopped, the Emperor must be,” Yoda said. “Face him, I will.”
The bodies piled in the Temple flashed through Obi-Wan’s mind. “Allow Anakin and I to help.” Would he plead with his old Jedi Master? Obi-Wan would do what he had to. “Anakin will be better in a few day’s time.”
“No. Along a different path, your destiny lies. Carry the fate of the Jedi, Senator Amidala does.”
Bail glanced between the three of them, confused. “Have I missed something?”
Padmé straightened in her seat, embodying the Senator she was. “The baby is Anakin’s.”
“Master Windu’s last transmission confirmed that Palpatine tried to convert Anakin to the Dark Side,” Obi-Wan continued. “Anakin resisted. If Palpatine found out that Anakin has a child…”
“I will not allow anything to happen,” Padmé agreed. “Jedi or no Jedi.”
Obi-Wan inclined his head towards her. “I agree.”
“So. Keep the child safe you must. To the Emperor I will go.” Yoda bowed his head.
From an untitled Final Fantasy VII Remake fic; Barret at Aerith’s house:
Underneath the plate, with synthetic daylight, such flowers shouldn’t be possible. But, if what Tifa and Cloud said was true, Aerith was something special. The last Ancient. Wanted by Shinra.
A woman who traded herself to save Barret’s daughter.
He followed the path to the top of a small hill, overlooking the property. From here, he couldn’t hear the buzz of the slums beyond, just the stillness of the night. Barret sat on the ground, one knee up, resting his gun arm on his leg. He brought his other hand down, palm flat in the grass, fingers digging for purchase in the damp soil.
And he breathed.
And he listened.
The other AVALANCHE members never quite believed that Barret could actually hear the cries of the planet. Cloud, certainly, brushed it off as the delusions of a fanatic leader. But Barret knew the truth in his bones. The planet was in pain, dying, because of Shinra’s mako energy. They had to be stopped, and to hell what it cost him.
Barret assigned himself the planet’s protector. He led the others, willingly tore himself away from his daughter and put his life in danger, so the planet might survive.
Here, in Aerith’s garden, the planet whispered back to him.
From the original attempt at the fake medium/real ghost prompt - this would be too long to finish in time for Chocolate Box, so I wrote Preserving Life Is As Good As Dying instead:
Riley Sloane believes in ghosts. The evidence is overwhelming; there’s definitely something happening in the afterlife.
She just can’t see them. Or communicate with them.
Her business cards say otherwise: Riley Sloane, Medium for Hire. A real life Ghostbuster. Her parents, if they’d stuck around, might have been proud of her.
It’s not that she lies to people, exactly. Over the years, Riley’s learned that people aren’t listening for what you say, but for what they want to hear. They’re looking for closure, forgiveness, an apology. Riley gives it to them and pockets a paycheck at the same time.
Everyone wins.
Logically, she knows this sweet gig can’t last. Eventually, someone will figure out her truth and she’ll have to get a “real” job. Work at a bank, slave away at a cubicle and despise her life. But not yet.
Right now, she makes her own rules. She pays her bills and deals in the occult at the same time. There’s always a market for mediums, Riley’s found. Someone always wants to say goodbye, clear the air, get one last message from their loved ones.
Perhaps she should feel guilty about lying to them.
She doesn’t.
No one ever bothers to look out for her, so it’s time Riley looks out for herself.
#SO MANY THINGS HERE#meme time#wip#amie writes#story: a hero lies in you#story: ninjetti#final fantasy vii remake#power rangers#original work#star wars
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