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jkslipppiercing · 3 months

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Never Been A Friend | Part 1 | Jeon Jk

♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion, desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?

♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.

♧ warnings: y/n is too drunk to form a sentence, jungkook loves cursing, jungkook is jealous out of his mind, kinda enemies but not really, jungkook calls y/n a brat that he cant stand, someone calls y/n a slut, and that's all i can remember 😙

♧ WC: 1.6K

♧ a/n: hello loves! wrote this in one sitting and it's barely edited, but the intention is there lmao i love you all so much please enjoy! dont hesitate to tell me what you think <3 im like the no.1 supporter for constructive criticism lol okay thank you byeeeee

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JK's POV

She whines,

Throws tantrums,

Acts like a goddamn brat for the sake of being annoying,

And I still want her lips around my cock.

Why?

That goes beyond the fucking level of my emotional understanding.

I want her wrapped around my finger. I want her to get on her fucking knees and apologize for all the turbulent feelings she makes me suffer by.

She ruined my night.

I was fucking.

Blowing a girl's back just to lay off some steam. Get the stress of the college life off my shoulders.

But then, she just had to cock-block me.

My best friend’s sister.

Speaking of the twat, he dared to interrupt my one night stand for the sake of his bratty sister.

Usually, I love brats.

My type.

They make sex enjoyable. All the more pleasurable when they try to resist.

Keyword: try.

Because I know for a damn straight fact when a girl wants to be disciplined.

Fucked right and put in her place.

Reminds me of her. Y/L/N Y/N.

Except for one thing, though- she makes my fucking insides churn in all uncomfortable ways.

She doesn’t have a bratty attitude, the bitch has a bratty personality.

Yes, she is indeed a bitch. I can't stand a girl who's always annoying just because she feels like it. She'd never had a valid reason to hate me, and neither did I.

When I first met her, I mean.

She was laughing with her brother having breakfast one time when I came out of my room for painkillers and a glass of water.

Her brother and I were both freshmen in need of a dorm, and we agreed on splitting the rent once in a frat party.

Yes... we were both strangers to each other, but we clicked.

Met through mutuals, and our vibes matched. After living with each other for over six months now, we've grown pretty close.

He's cool, agreed on basic rules like who does the laundry or dishes, helped with assignments, and was always there when needed.

He's a friend. A close one.

A tolerable one.

That can't be said about a certain someone, though.

She scowled at me that day and later told me she didn't like my vibe when I confronted her about it.

Bullshit.

And yet, she's the reason I left a naked girl in my bed and came to this godforsaken club in the first place.

Her brother is here, too, which is why he called me to come pick her up. Said something about her being drunk, and since he had taken a shot or two as well, he couldn't take her home himself.

Or he just didn't want to, because he was also getting laid tonight.

That's proven to be right when I see him making out with a girl near the bathrooms.

His hands grope her all over as she arches into him, which is enough to make me look away.

Sly motherfucker.

Casting my vision toward the main dance floor, I scan the crowd for a short brunette with soft features.

Annoyingly soft features.

So soft that I want to corrupt her. Tear the bratty exterior and dig through the filthy dark side on the inside.

But those features aren't the only things that infuriate the hell out of me.

It's her innocence.

How can a brat be innocent, you may ask?

When my gaze lands on her, my jaw tenses in annoyance.

She sways her hips sensually, eyes closed and mouth open as she slides her hands down her body to a seductive beat following her movements.

I follow the action, eyes unable to tear away from her figure.

Her fingers skim over her neck down to her breasts and then further, the lightness she seems to be handling her body with attending to a grace she always breathed by.

Fuck, I hate this woman.

Hate everything about her.

How she moves.

How she walks.

How she fucking talks.

Runs her mouth like a brat who needs to be handled.

No- not like- is.

She is a brat.

A brat who's oblivious to all the eyes she's attracting.

Including mine.

Fuck.

Her dancing resumes as her eyes stay closed, feeling every beat.

She's enjoying herself.

Not for long.

I school my expression- which had turned into a scowl the moment I set my eyes on her- and begin my stride towards her.

I spot a man doing the same, but she's absolutely mind-numb as she continues to dance with her damn eyes closed.

I was irritated, but now I'm literally fed up.

He's a couple inches shorter than me, wearing a white tee and skinny ripped jeans.

Not to mention, his hair is slicked back by a disgusting amount of hair gel.

Ew.

He approaches Y/N with predatory eyes and a shit eating grin, his gaze set straight on her perky ass.

Which is just barely covered by the tight little dress she's wearing, inching higher and higher up her thighs as we speak.

My steps quicken when I see him reach out, apparently intending to slap her ass.

My blood boils.

White noise drowns out all available access to the outside world as I break out into a jog and reach her just in time.

My hand swiftly slides onto her tiny waist, and I glare at the man whose shit-eating grin is now gone, replaced with confusion.

Y/N's eyes stay closed as she giggles, and it's now I notice how drunk she is.

Bright crimson tints her cheeks and her breath smells of strong tequila, obviously from having taken too many shots.

Isn't she here with friends?

How could they leave her alone like this?

Her brother's here. Her brother is here.

My breath turns heavy, my heartbeat quickening. I have to stop myself from punching the douchebag in front of me into fucking oblivion because I don't know if i'll ever stop once I start.

Fuck.

I try to focus on anything besides her frame that's barely hanging onto me, all the exhaustion from her dancing catching up to her as she fights to keep her eyes open.

Why the fuck is she here all alone? Why did they- whoever she's here with, except her brother- leave her here like this?

Like she's not even aware of where she is.

Like she's not sober enough to be responsible.

Like she's not fucking strong enough to defend herself if anything happened to her.

I might punch a wall.

My grip tightens around her waist, which makes her drowsily lift her head to stare up at me.

She's still shorter than me with heels on, enough to put her neck in an uncomfortable position whenever she looks up at me.

It's adorable.

But that's none of my concerns as the slimy fuck keeps undressing her with his eyes. Makes me want to claw them out with my bare hands.

Repress.

"Wha..." She starts, growing more and more confused as she tries to wrap her head around where the hell she is. "Jungkook? What are you..."

She trails off into a mindfuck, allowing me to set my full focus on the man still staring between us with wariness.

My gaze hasn't worn off him since I saw him fucking reach for her ass, which makes me want to bash his head against the wall.

My breathing turns heavy again.

Repress.

"Off-limits." I bite out with enough to control to shock myself. I'm even more surprised that this motherfucker is still breathing.

His eyes thin into slits as he eyes me suspiciously. "I haven't seen you here the last couple of hours. Thought her sexy ass came alone." His eyes skim over her body, gaze lingering longer than necessary on her breasts.

Guess someone's leaving with no limbs tonight.

"You thought wrong." It takes almost all the last bits of my control to reply with that before I start turning around to leave, Y/N almost falling asleep on my arm.

She clutches the hem of my shirt with a weak grip, like a toddler would its mom.

If I couldn't get here in time, what would've happened?

I catch myself before I overthink it. If I did, I'm afraid I might commit a crime tonight. One of shameless blood and murder-

Repress.

My back is turned to him when I hear a low whistle, which makes me pause, angry enough for my limbs to shake with adrenaline.

"You know, It's often rare for a slut with such a sweet ass to be out here all alone wearing that. Almost like she's begging for a cock-"

The words are barely out of his mouth before my fist connects with his face. The force of my blow got him on the floor, nose fucked and bleeding. Might be broken.

Good. Bare minimum.

I almost straddle him and punch him to his fucking fortunate death.

Almost.

But I have to get Y/N home.

I can't stand this anymore.

I can't stand her anymore.

Coming here alone? Dressed like that?

I mean yes, she did come here with her idiot brother who thinks with his dick, but he's nowhere to be found.

How can someone be so nonchalant to just leave his sister here all alone?

I'm so goddamn confused.

And infuriated.

And...angry.

Fucking fuck.

I need to get her the fuck out of here before i lose my fucking mind.

Fuck me.

The punch I just delivered did little to satiate my thirst for this slimy fucker's blood.

But again, Y/N's more important.

I turn, my panic spiking so high it reaches levels it had never before when I find Y/N out of my sight.

My breathing starts to go abnormal for the nth time this night.

I might develop heart problems.

A sigh leaves my mouth when I spot her by the bars, trying to convince the bartender to give her another shot. Relief floods my system, and my breaths regulate.

I send a quick text the girl- who i already forgot the name of- and tell her to head home. She sends a crying emoji back but agrees nonetheless, telling me to call her back when everything is sorted out on my end.

I have other things to care for.

Or I guess, in this case, a certain person to tend to.

God, It's gonna be a long night.

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your-highnessmarvel · 5 months

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It's Just a Flesh Wound, Baby

Requested by @imagine-all-the-fandoms : Hello dear, it's my bday tomorrow and maybe i couldn ask for a buck imagine :) Maybe where you both had a one night stand but avoid each other afterwards even though you're in love with each other. During one battle than you save him from something and get hurt badly, nearly dying. He stays with you till you wake up and then tells you properly that he loves you? maybe also his pov if you want :) thank youu *smooch* 💕💕

AN: first of aaalllll HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU!! I hope you're doing the things you love tomorrow or today or this week! You little scorpio (fun fact, i'm. scorpio too!)

Warnings: language

*gif not mine

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"Y/N, get his six," Steve ordered through comms, causing you to grunt.

Of course, Steve was sending you with Bucky, of all fucking people.

"I'm literally standing behind Vision," you answered grimly.

You could practically hear Steve groan through comms.

"Vision doesn't need you to check his back, y/n," he answered. "Vis basically has 360 vision."

You rolled your eyes. "Wanda then."

"She's with Vis."

"But!"

"Just come here," you heard Bucky grunt, wrapping metal fingers around your bicep. He hauled you to him, watching as you almost visibly recoiled from him.

He let go of you like you were the plague. "What's wrong with you?" he asked, disgusted.

You looked up at him from under your brows. "Nothing, let's just go."

But it wasn't nothing. Even if the fabric of your suit had kept the metal fingers from your skin, you could still feel it. Not from now, but form the people living in your head, the Bucky groaning against your mouth as he thrust into you. The you in your head, gasping against his ear, grabbing at his hair to stay afloat because your orgasm was just a few seconds away.

He'd thrown you off a precipice almost three months ago, and since then, it had been like meeting a wall with a wall. No one really talked about it. None of you had even addressed it after he'd finished in you, letting himself spill out of you. He hadn't even said a thing as he helped you wash up and put you to bed.

And now, this stupid mission.

You followed Bucky like you were told, checking his six with your own assault rifle.

You followed him, back to back, until he grunted and pulled you against the wall with his metal arm.

"Ow, Buck, that hurts," you grumbled.

"Shadows, two o'clock," he whispered. "It's gonna be a fight."

He told you to follow him as he shot upwards, avoiding bullets while you shot at shadows coming from the back.

"Bucky!" You couldn't see anything with the dirt flying in your eyes, brought up by the bullets finding the ground at your feet. And they just kept coming, like a black swarm of bees, clogging your vision until all you could do was lay down the trigger and hope a bullet catches.

Until one shadow, heavy and so warm, fell over you and you screamed, fighting with elbows and knees. But nothing got this man off you.

You couldn't see Bucky.

You couldn't breathe. With his hands around your neck, your vision was going black, dotting.

Something popped in your head, something slick and scorching hot splashing across your face.

When had you closed your eyes?

"Y/N!"

But something hurt in your ribs, something stinging across your flesh like lightning was slowly building beneath your skin.

You felt someone pull you into their arms, warm and steady chest meeting your cheek before you passed out.

But Bucky held on, running back to the jet, the breath in his lungs burning. He kept screaming your name, but you were out, bleeding from a wound in your ribs, bleeding and bleeding and the more he saw the red staining your suit, the faster Bucky ran.

When he got to the jet, no one had made it back yet. He could hear the faint pops of bullets behind him but he didn't care. He bolted for the med bay, laying your body down gently.

When had he started crying?

"FRIDAY?" he asked. After a beat of silence, "FRIDAY!!" His teeth bared, watched as the lights around the jet bolted to light and the AI came to life.

"Stab wound between rib 6 and 7, Mister Barnes," FRIDAY said, monotone.

"Can we fix it?" Bucky asked through gritted teeth. His hands had started shaking as he looked at you, fragile and bleeding and quiet.

"Yes, but we need to act now," FRIDAY answered.

"What can I do?" he asked, straightening, sniffing, eyes to the sky as if the AI was sentient. Oh wait. It was.

"Get the gauze," FRIDAY said. "I'll do the rest." Bucky scrambled to the cabinets, pulling them open, grabbing onto as much white fabric as he could see. By the time he turned around, FRIDAY was already stitching you up with Stark's mobile arm.

But you were still unconscious, lashes thick with tears, face so solemn and... pretty.

Bucky let the gauze fall to the table you were on. "You didn't really need this, right?" he asked.

"No," said FRIDAY. "I just needed you out the way."

Bucky snorted, for once actually felt something nice course through his veins. He gently patted your hair, moving thick strands behind your ear. He smeared the blood off your cheeks until they were clean again, tracing the outline of your cheekbones, your chin, your neck.

"She's waking up, sir," FRIDAY said lowly, and Bucky nodded, feeling relief when he saw you jostle. Feeling that dreadful fear lift from his ribs like smoke.

"Hey," he whispered, metal fingers in your hair as he watched your eyes flutter open.

"Mmm Bucky?" Your voice was thick. Even if you'd been out for merely 15 minutes, it felt like hours. "What?"

Bucky laughed, pressing his forehead to yours and completely basking in the fact that you were alive.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," he said, stroking your hair, pressing his nose to yours.

He felt your hand trace his chin and he chuckled. "I'm so sorry," he whispered again. He pressed his mouth to your knuckles, watching your lips stretch into a smile.

"It's okay."

He shook his head, hiding hid mouth behind your palm. "No, I'm... I'm sorry about everything."

Your eyes glazed. "What?"

"About right now," he said, meeting your eyes with tear-stained lashes. "About two seconds ago. About an hour ago. About... two weeks and a month and three months when we..."

You reached up weakly. Stroked his face with your knuckles. "I know," you answered, smiling slowly. "I'm sorry too."

Again, he shook his head. "No. Y/n, it's... it's you." He brought his face closer to yours, as if he couldn't speak it into existence just yet. "It's always been you. And I was afraid, at first - "

"Bucky."

"No, let me finish," he insisted, tears brewing in his eyes, ready to spill. "I was afraid that if I let you in, I'd somehow hurt you. But now, watching you like this... I can't be here without you. Ever."

You smiled, rubbed your nose against his briefly. "I had to almost die to get that out of you?" you asked, ghosting your mouth over his, teasing him.

He shook his head but kissed you anyway, careful not to squish you or touch your wound. He kissed you so softly, so carefully, like you were made of glass, or shattered glass he'd put back together with store-bought glue.

When you heard the tale-tell sign of feet running up the deck of the jet, Bucky kissed your forehead and sat beside your bed, holding onto your hand until you were safely back home.

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky angst #bucky fluff #fluff #angst #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n

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kazumist · 9 months

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THE WAY THINGS GO .ᐟ

✩ — being petty with each other is simple how the way things go between you and your boyfriend, itoshi sae.

✩ — includes: itoshi sae x gn!reader. fluff. cw: ooc sae (bear with me i havent read bllk in a while and just wanted to give it a shot). wc: 395. reblogs and feedback are appreciated !! ouhhh first time actually writing for bllk,, i dont rlly feel good abt this one but i hope this was ok

during the ten months, six days, and thirty-two minutes that itoshi sae has spent with you, he only found out now that you were actually a big fat liar.

"did you eat my snacks?"

"uhm, no?"

"you don't sound sure about that."

sae wasn't necessarily a fan of sweets (which you found quite despicable of him; who wouldn't love at least a bit of sweets every once in a while?) but there's one snack that you did manage to get him fond of—hello panda biscuits.

it wasn't too sweet, nor was it too bland either; it was perfect for sae's taste. unfortunately for him, you were also a fan of those snacks. which brings you to the confrontation that's taking place now—because apparently, the hello panda biscuits you had in stock ran out just when sae was about to eat them again.

lying wasn't the best choice; of course it isn't, but you were curious to see how sae would react once he found out that you (accidentally) ate the last pack. there are three outcomes for this:

a.) sae lets this slide and just buys another box.

b.) sae will act petty around you until you get him another box (most likely to happen).

c.) sae moves on with his life and acts like it didn't happen at all.

much to your dismay, none of these happened. there was, in fact, a fourth outcome that you weren't able to consider: sae gets his revenge on you by eating up all your snacks as well. going to the living room, you stood in front of him with a hand on your hip.

"you ate it, didn't you?"

"ate what?"

"sae, don't act dumb on me."

he raises an eyebrow at you, acting like he has no clue what you're saying. after a few attempts at pressing him about it (all failed; he just wouldn't admit it), you soon gave up and were about to leave the room before sae pulled you onto his lap.

"do you really think being affectionate is going to make me forgive you?"

"i didn't say anything when you ate my hello panda biscuits."

"so you did know about that."

"you aren't really the best at lying, you know?" he replies, pressing small kisses onto your neck.

"let's just go buy some more snacks later."

"i like the sound of that."

#( writings )#blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #itoshi sae #HOW DO U TAG STUFF IN THIS FANDOM #ok ngl this is very messy and i wrote this one on a whim #and tbh this was supposed to be an angst drabble but i couldnt think of anything angsty for sae BOOOOOO TOMATO TOMATO #so have a petty and ooc sae instead :3

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swiftgreatest · 1 year

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Daylight | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

request by anon: "Heyy i loved the eddie oneshot you made!! So i wanted to ask if i can request another eddie roundtree x reader inspired by daylight by taylor swift, especially this part " And I can still see it all (in my head)/ Back and forth from New York (sneaking in your bed)" ?? Thank uu, love your writing <3"

a/n: hello!! I'm so happy to write a one shot based on taylor swift song, I LOVE THIS WOMAN!!!!! i love her lyrics she's fantastic. so thanks for request, hope u like.

words: 3.5k

Drowning your sorrows with alcohol in a random bar in Los Angeles was not what you expected for the weekend. In fact, you expected much more. Being with the one you loved and who claimed to love you was what you wanted, watching random movies, kissing, comforting each other was all you wanted. But he didn't want that, in fact he didn't want only you.

You were cursing yourself for never noticing, all the times he ran away, ignored calls, made excuses, it was all in your face and you couldn't see it. You thought this was the one, your happy ending, the one you would love until the last day of your life, the one with whom you would share every part of your life. But it wasn't.

He betrayed and abandoned you, put you in his sea of illusions and lies, only to find someone else and abandon you. The love that you thought would take care of you and love you, the famous red love, romantic love, was actually a pack of lies, pretenses and betrayals.

You have never felt so used and hurt as you do now, it's as if you were trapped in a 20-year dark night, with no way out, no light, nothing to help you or guide you out of this darkness, everything was black and white for you.

As you were about to order another drink for the barman, a man sat down on the stool next to you. He was tall and handsome, his hair was a shade of blond with a bit of brown, his brown eyes watched you and with his slightly reddish mouth he smiled at you, he already had a beer in his hand and asked you for another, you arched your eyebrow in confusion and he finally spoke to you.

"Sorry I didn't even ask if you like beer.

"No problem, I like this stuff a lot" You pointed to the bottle, you were a little drunk but still understood what was going on around you and were aware of your mind.

"Well, my name is Eddie, Eddie Roundtree." He held out his hand and you shook it back, the way he introduced himself was different like he was used to people recognizing him or something, you even stopped to think for a moment and analyzed him. Who he was or who he could be.

Being an actress, working mostly in plays and musicals, you knew many famous people in various fields, actresses, actors, musicians of all styles and even other types of artists, so you tried to think if he was one of those artists. The style was typical of the rock movement, but many people followed that style.

"Y/N L/N. Have we met before?"

"No, but I think you may have heard some of my band's music" So he was a musician but that didn't help you "You know, The Six..." Oh so you recognized it.

"Oh, Daisy Jones and The Six! I remember that" You met them with Honeycomb, that song stayed in your head for months and when Aurora was released you were quick to buy a record for yourself. "Oooh we can make a good thing baaad" You sang, it was a bit of a disaster because you were a bit drunk, your voice was better than that but you allowed yourself to laugh at yourself singing like that to a guy you just met.

Eddie laughed at that, his voice came out a little slurred with the music and he loved that, he even sang the next part with you, and you both ended up laughing together at each other. You clicked very quickly. You started talking to him, about the band, the songs, and the current Aurora tour.

After that Eddie started telling you about his career, how he was a guitar player in the beginning of the band and then a bass player, he also told you about music, how it was something important in his life and how he intends to work with music forever.

"But I talked a lot about myself, what about you? Tell me about you?"

You told him all about yourself, every little detail, and Eddie listened to everything with excitement and curiosity, he saw you in the bar and thought you were the most charming woman he had ever seen, there was no way he could resist, and now each thing you said he was more fascinated by you.

From your life as an attendant in a market to the stages of Broadway and other theaters, you told your whole story to the bass player. He was surprised that you were an actress and was dying to see you perform, he was sure you were amazing.

With every word you said about your work, Eddie could see how passionate you were about your profession, passionate about what you did, and you had a great passion that he found beautiful as well as everything about you.

Between talking about your lives and other things, you and Eddie talked about the most varied subjects, it was as if you were old friends who had met and already knew each other's life story. The conversation was wonderful, you never felt so caught up and excited in a conversation with someone as you did with Eddie and you had only known him a few hours. You spent so many hours talking that the bartenders had to kick you out because they had to close, and you were the last ones to stay.

The musician and you left the bar laughing, who could imagine being thrown out of such a place? Nevertheless, this event didn't spoil the evening, nothing could. And who knew that you would have so much fun on a night that began full of sadness and disappointment. You were so happy that you met Eddie, he was like a light bringing clarity and joy to your evening.

After you left the bar, Eddie called a cab for you because neither he nor you could drive after drinking alcohol. You got into the cab and he leaned out the window to talk to you.

"So when will we see each other again? You were surprised at yourself for saying that sentence, it was so fast you couldn't even think, it seemed strange, you had just ended a relationship and were already going out with a guy? But this is your life, so you make the rules here and live as you like.

"Whenever you want, for you I am always at your disposal..." Roundtree smiled as he stared at you, he looked at your mouth, then at your eyes and you did the same to him. But he couldn't do that yet, you hadn't even had a decent first date and you had been drinking a lot and he wanted to do it sober.

You took a piece of paper from your purse and wrote your phone number "Call me, I'll be waiting for you rock star" You kissed the paper before handing it to him. After that you told the driver to go and waved to Eddie as the car pulled away. And if you had looked back any longer you would have seen Eddie kissing the paper with your number on it and looking at it like a winning ticket.

My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in

Everyone looked worse in the light

There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven

I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye

Many months passed after that, there were many meetings, kisses, moments, jokes and conversations, but you remember everything in your mind. From your first meeting at the movies to when Eddie introduced you to his friends, the guys in the band loved you, everyone was kind and polite and you liked all of them, except Billy. Eddie told you some things about Billy before you met, but you left it to your own opinions without influence from anyone. So in your own judgment you didn't like Billy Dunne, nothing about him pleased you, his arrogant and smug air made you feel sorry for those who had to live with him every day.

But apart from that, you and the band created a good relationship, you became very close to Karen and she even revealed to you her relationship with Graham, you were happy but not surprised anyone could see how much the guitarist liked the keyboard player and you think they are cute. You also became very close to Warren the drummer was very happy that his friend had found a girl, especially one as special as you, so you became friends and you even saw Rollerball with him once.

Between the trips you had to make for your job to perform in theaters around the country, Eddie also had to travel for the Aurora tour, so from one city to another you would meet up when your schedules matched or you got a break and when you couldn't Roundtree would call you every day after the shows, this was like a rule to him, he wouldn't sleep or rest without talking to you, in fact he doesn't even know if he could because your voice calmed him down and talking to you made him forget about the problems of the tour.

On one of your days off you joined the band to go to Pittsburgh. Eddie was very excited about this trip, he talked about it for weeks and his joy was contagious. He really wanted you to see the city where he was born, and to meet his family, especially his grandmother. The bassist talked a lot about his family and all he wanted was to introduce the person he was completely in love with to the most important people in his life, his family.

The trip to Pittsburgh was good, you talked with Lisa, Warren's girlfriend for a while until you felt tired and you and your boyfriend went to sleep, you were in armchairs close to each other so he only had to put his arms around you and you put your head against his chest to sleep. You slept soundly feeling safe in each other's company and didn't even notice that Camila took a picture of you. She gave the picture to you a few days after the unveiling saying how cute you both were. And now you carry that picture with you everywhere you go.

The days in Pittsburgh were the best, Eddie was so happy, you fell in love with his family and the city, it was all so comforting, everyone was so kind to you. Eddie's family loved you, they were very loving, you spent the days talking to Eddie's grandmother, she was very kind, you formed a great friendship and Eddie was very happy about it. To see you with his grandmother at the show in Pittsburgh was very important for him.

But not everything was perfect, in the show Billy Dunne stole Eddie's part in Daisy's solo. In front of everyone, your whole hometown, your friends, your family, you. You spent the whole night after the show consoling your boyfriend, after the show was over you realized how upset he was, you were spending the days at his family's house so when you came back and went into Eddie's old bedroom, where you were sleeping, you hugged him and he started to cry.

He was so tired of being belittled, manipulated and used, he had so much talent but all he got was depreciation. Being in the band was a dream for him, but he never imagined that a dream could become a nightmare. You knew about what Billy was doing, about re-recording Eddie's basses and how he always belittled the bass player and other members of his own band, you were disgusted by that man.

"He couldn't have done that, not here in Pittsburgh, in front of my grandmother, in front of you. You sat on the bed as you continued to hold each other, his face was on your neck and you felt his tears on your skin, you were moving his hair trying to reassure him, it broke your heart to see him like that.

"He's an asshole. I know how much you want to prove to people how talented you are, but you don't have to prove anything to anyone, it's not your job." You pulled his face away from your neck to look him in the eyes "Your grandma knows how talented you are, your family knows it, your town knows it, and I know it Eddie, we're all proud of you.

"I know my love, but I can't understand how such a horrible person as that guy can get anything he wants, or do anything he wants and nobody says anything. I wish I could make him feel the same way, excluded, despised, ignored, he deserves it."

"Don't let this bad feeling consume you, it will only break you, or worse, it will make you just like Billy, a person who is so broken inside that he needs to belittle and break the people around him to feel better or superior. You are not like that Eddie, you are bigger than that, your music and passion is bigger than all that.

And it was looking into your eyes at that moment, inside your childhood bedroom, with the curtains open where the window allowed the moonlight to shine on you, that the bass player had an epiphany, a confirmation of how everything you had was something so precious and unique, that he wanted it forever, to be with someone who supported and loved him the way he was with all the flaws and faults, a love that told the truth but would never say good-bye

You once told Eddie that he was like daylight, that he brightened your days, cleared your thoughts and brought you out of a dark night of twenty years, and that now with him you could only see daylight with him. He had never understood that, until today.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I've been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night

And now, I see daylight

I only see daylight

Sometimes life changes so fast that when we stop and look back we think how real was it? How much we felt and all that we experienced. It's crazy how fast the night can change. And that's what happened in your life and in Eddie's life.

After the Pittsburgh show the tension in the band increased, everyone was uncomfortable and in trouble, except Warren. Eddie was at his limit and you knew it, when he told you that he was leaving the band, you were sad for him, because you knew that this was his dream and he dedicated so much of himself, but you respected his decision and supported him in it, all you wanted was for him to be okay.

And your boyfriend really admired this in you. In the beginning he was afraid to tell you that he was leaving the band, he was insecure, the band was the only thing he had, he was afraid that you would see him in a different way now that he was not part of one of the biggest bands in rock. And he was relieved when nothing changed, you still believed in him and his talent.

You still remember the day after the Chicago show, you were at your home in New York. Last night Eddie didn't call you as usual and you were very worried, you called but he didn't answer. Then in the afternoon when the thoughts were troubling you, your apartment doorbell rang and you answered. At the door was Eddie, with a suitcase and a black eye, the only thing he said to you was "It's over" and you understood everything. You cared for him that night, you loved him, supported him, and cared for him.

In the months after the breakup, Eddie surprised you. He bought a new apartment, a bigger one than you had, a place of your own, where you could be who you were and love each other the way you wanted. Starting to live with Eddie was amazing, you had a great life, waking up with daylight shining on you, cooking meals together and making messes, sneaking in your bed, Eddie helping you rehearse lines for the plays you were in.

It was so funny, he was always so dramatic in his lines and so expressive, you laughed at him most of the time and it made the work lighter. Roundtree went back to playing guitar, he went back to writing, making some songs and meeting new bands, labels and musicians. And this is how Eddie slowly entered the world of music production. He got a job at a record company and became the producer of a hard rock band that was starting up.

After the first album, the band took off and Eddie's work was recognized, so the record company called him to produce other music and other artists and this is how he established himself as a popular and good music producer. You couldn't even describe how happy you were, you were so happy that Eddie would continue with his dream, you were afraid that he would quit music after the band and when he started producing music you could see how excited and happy he was, so you were happy too.

You accompanied him to all his events and he did the same with you, without the touring life he had more time now, so he went to all his shows and was your biggest fan as his co-workers said. His job remained the same and that's why you still need to travel.

And I can still see it all (in my mind)

All of you, all of me (intertwined)

I once believed love would be (black and white)

But it's golden (golden)

And I can still see it all (in my head)

Back and forth from New York (sneaking in your bed)

I once believed love would be (burning red)

But it's golden

Like daylight, like daylight

And that's what you were doing now. Sitting in front of a dressing table in your dressing room, you were getting ready to go on stage. You were in Arizona performing your new play that was showing in several states. It had been a month since you had seen Eddie and it was so hard for you, you spent so much time together, it was like the time he went on tour, you kept calling and even exchanging letters. In some of them Eddie sent you some lyrics he wrote about you, writing music was something he never gave up and you were proud of it.

Now looking in the mirror, you think back to all the moments you remembered, the first time you saw each other, life with him in the era of The Six, building a life in New York. And you could only feel grateful and happy to have built such an amazing life next to someone you loved so much and who loved you with the same intensity. Real love, with difficulties and battles, but together you overcame everything and grew to become what you are today.

You smiled at the thought, and were so thoughtful that you didn't even notice when a production employee walked into your dressing room.

"Miss Y/N L/N, this came for you" He handed you a bouquet of flowers, they were yellow daffodils, they were beautiful.

"Oh, thank you so much, do you know who sent them?"

"No, but this note came with them" He handed you a small envelope "And you go on stage in 5 minutes" You nodded your head in agreement and he left, then you opened the note.

"I have traveled a long way just to see my star shine with my own eyes on this stage. Greetings from New York."

The note was unsigned but you already knew who it was from, you cracked a big smile, kissed the note and put it away with the bouquet. Then you came out of your dressing room and ran onto the stage. Lights were turned on and the curtains opened, and when you looked out into the audience there he was.

In all his glory, he was standing in the front row applauding you and smiling at you proudly, the man who changed your life, who taught you that love was golden, that love is about good things and not about making the other person feel belittled, the love of your life, your daylight.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you (I can never look away)

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

(Things will never be the same)

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

(Now I'm wide awake)

And now I see daylight (I see daylight), I only see daylight (Ah)

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I LOVE WRITE THISSSS, HOPE U GUYS LIKE

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Hello! I don’t know if you are okay with writing for this character but can I request Kagaya Ubuyashiki x Wife Reader? Where it describes times she stay by his side and when they set the trap for Muzan, she refused to leave his side. No matter what, she refused to leave his side. Thank you!

TO THE LAST MOMENT | Kagaya Ubuyashiki x Wife!Reader

Kagaya Ubuyashiki x Wife!Reader

"Kagaya and his wife made a promise, and she was willing to go through with it."

WARNING. manga spoilers, Amane Ubuyashiki not exist here. FEMALE READER

Being a leader was a difficult mission. Kagaya knew this from his first thought.

And being born into the Ubuyashiki family was an even harder burden to bear. Bearing in mind that you would never make it past the age of thirty while living a mediocre life thanks to a curse, could be difficult to deal with.

It was at the age of four when Kagaya became leader of the demon slayer corps after the death of his father, at that time he was already able to understand that his destiny was already set.

At thirteen he met (Name), a shy girl whose voice was extremely rare to hear. Kagaya found out that she had lost her family to demons when she was seven years old, and has since been cared for by priests.

And despite being a shy and kind girl, deep down (Name) she strongly hated demons.

— "Won't you marry me?" — (Name) approached.

— "Hmm?" — Kagaya turned his face towards her, though confused, he kept his gentle smile.

She looked a little embarrassed and quickly looked down. — "I... I asked why you didn't want to marry me..." — Her voice sounded upset as her fingers fiddled with the hem of her own kimono.

Kagaya realized that this was a misunderstanding and tried to clarify things, not wanting the girl to be sad. — "What? No no…" — he continued. — "I just made it clear that I only wanted you to marry me of your own volition, and not because it was your obligation." — He smiled.

(Name)'s face lifted, still with a slightly uncertain expression, but that was soon softened when she noticed the gentle smile she received from the boy in front of her.

— "So... if I said I wanted to marry you willingly, would you?"

— "It is clear." — He nodded.

— "So…" — She flashed a small, shy smile. — "I would love to marry you."

For a short period of seconds after hearing those words, Kagaya felt a little surprised, bearing in mind that she knew about his family's condition and still wanted to marry him willingly.

It made his chest heat up.

— "So let's get married." — Kagaya felt happy.

(...)

Almost six months after they first met was when the marriage ceremony took place, despite the fact that Kagaya was still thirteen years old and (Name) was only a very few months older than him.

During the night after the ceremony they were alone again, with (Name) and Kagaya in the same room with her husband watching the starry sky with the huge full moon high above.

— "What are you doing?" — (Name) murmured carefully as he approached the mat.

Kagaya's face slowly turned around before responding with a peaceful expression and kind smile. — "I'm just looking at beautiful things that I know I'll miss the moment I completely lose my sight."

Now he was looking at her...

(Name) sighed, lowering his head. — "Right... the curse..." — She looked a little depressed, Kagaya realized that, and felt a little hesitant to ask.

— "You… don't really regret it?"

She lifted her face, looking straight into the lavender eyes of the boy in front of her. — "No... I don't regret it."

Kagaya felt relieved, and held her hand in silence, gazing at her face with full awareness that soon she would only see it in his own imagination as his body weakened.

— "I will never regret it, I will stay by your side until the last moment." — She smiled.

It was a pure smile. Then the couple shared a soft kiss.

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In recent years (Name) has been surprised by everything that is now happening. A slayer with hanafuda earrings appeared with a sister he swore was a good demon.

A demon that didn't eat humans...? Was that possible?

After the meeting where the boy came face to face with the Hashiras, Kagaya came to the conclusion that the demon girl could live. All putting their faith in those brothers and that could mean a good change for the slayers.

After all, Tanjiro Kamado has already come face to face with the Demon King as well.

(Name) decided to trust her husband's decision, believing that it was the best option to follow.

And he was right, fate seemed to work in the slayer' favor, with a price of course, the loss of many.

Until the final moment had arrived. The upper moons were being defeated and Kagaya knew the Demon King was approaching.

— "What did you say...?" — (Name) looked in disbelief, watching her husband in deplorable condition on the futon.

The curse was eating away at his body more and more.

— "Go away…" — Kagaya coughed. — "Take Hinaki and Nichika with you…" — she coughed again.

(Name) came over and put a cloth over her husband's mouth so he could cough, blood staining the white cloth on the woman's hands, but she didn't care.

— "I... I won't leave you alone here." — She replied firmly.

— "You don't understand..." — With difficulty and with support from (Name), Kagaya sat down on the futon. — "That man will be here soon..."

— "And I know what you plan. I won't leave you here alone."

Kagaya felt surprised and was speechless for a moment. — "...(Name)... please... I don't want you to participate in this..."

— "I'm not going away." — (Name) took her husband's hands. — "I promised you, I'll never leave. I won't leave you here alone."

Until the last moment, after all.

The demon king has arrived.

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Enemies to Lovers part eight, I've given up on my coworker a little bit, she's stubborn and we're nearing the end, so it looks like she'll never love vil

Summary: Back at NRC, you start your new job, only to get some terrifying news

Chapters: one. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Nine. Ten. Epilogue.

"Y/N."

You were drawn from yourr thoughts by the voice of yourr soon to be employer.

"Hello, Azul," you said, looking up from your lunch.

"Good morning," he and Jade took the seats across from you, while Floyd picked Grim up from his seat next to you, and stole that spot.

"The second location will be finished on schedule, so I'd like to get your managerial training taken care of before the freshmen arrive. I assume you've been reading the papers I've been sending to you?" He raised a single eyebrow, and you nodded. "Good Y/N. Managerial training will be handled by Jade, and Floyd will train you on how waiting is handled in our establishment. That can wait until opening though, because I won't be sending any new hires to you right away."

Floyd made a humph sound as Jade covered a smile behind his hand.

"I was actually wondering why Jade or Floyd wasn't manager?" You questioned.

"Boring," Floyd rolled his eyes.

"I much prefer to work behind the scenes and observe how things run," Jade smiled.

"Agreed," came a smooth voice from behind you, and you turned to see Epel and his new Vice Housewarden, both looking ravishing.

Epel gave you a tight hug. "I missed you so much. Vil hogged all your time this summer," he pouted.

"From what I understand, you were also very busy, Mr. Housewarden," you giggled.

"True," he smiled. "Jade and Azul, I'm sure you already know a little too much, but I wanted to introduce you to my vice housewarden, Morgan. Morgan, that is Azul and Jade, housewarden and Vice Housewarden of Octavinelle, and that's Y/N, who's the prefect of Ramshackle."

"And when they die, I'm the prefect," Grim laughed gleefully, until Floyd gave him a light kick.

A Pomefiore student came running, and whispered something to the two of them, and they both nodded.

"We have to go, but since you all were here I thought I'd get introductions out of the way, see you later Y/N," and both of them walked off.

"Where were we?" Azul mused.

"Jade thinks everyone is a science experiment," you said drily, causing Floyd to giggle next to you.

"Ah, yes. You're training officially begins now," Azul said with a smirk.

….

Despite the last second training, everything went off without a hitch. As predicted, you didn't have time to learn waitstaff things until after the grand opening, but Floyd was a surprisingly patient teacher.

Your waitstaff training was nice because it took your mind off things, like the fact you still weren't going home, or how empty the school seemed without the troublesome third years you'd come to befriend….or how lonely it felt not being able to see Vil everyday.

You didn't want to think about that last one. It would be cruel of you to have dashed his romantic affections and then turn around and be like, "Hey, I'm still not into you, but I miss you, so you should make time for me."

He'd reached out to you twice in that first month, asking you how you were, how Epel was handling his new position, how your potions grades were doing, but you couldn't bring yourself to have a long conversation with him.

"Shrimpy," Floyd pouted, rousing you from your thoughts. "You gotta focus on me, or you'll never learn how to fold the napkins properly." Then he grinned mischievously.

"Although, I wouldn't mind being your teacher forever," he said slyly.

You laughed, and he brightened up again, and resumed showing you how to fold napkins, then proceeded to stand over your shoulder, and whisper encouragement while you showed what you learned.

"You're almost there, Shrimpy, you just gotta get those folds crisp," he brought his arms around you and directed your movements, leading to a perfectly folded napkin. You looked up at him, and noticed how close his face was, as he smiled softly at you.

"See?" He whispered, and he began to draw in closer, until…

"Y/N!" Someone shouted your name, running into the empty restaurant.

Startled you stood up, and missed Floyd's annoyed face, turning to see Epel running towards you, looking horrified.

"I just got a call from Rook," he said, breathing heavily. "Somethin's happened ta Vil!"

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Tag list- @stygianoir @da-disappointment @shytastemakerthing @iruiji

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #twst vil

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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when i'm 40 and you're 31 we'll get back together you'll see ( future austin butler x priscilla actress reader headcanons )

which is to say welcome to headcanons no one actually asked for but are for the fic one anon did ask for. i need some of this out of my brain, so welcome hello everyone who decided to read this. if you didn't it's okay this is really becoming self indulgent and a way for me to just acknowledge that paul newman and joanne woodward had an excellent couple vibe even when it was rough. i will take no further questions on that fact.

tw: honestly, maybe like mentions of cheating ( not actual cheating ), the normal daddy kink/age difference thing with me and pa! reader, drunkenness? truthfully i was rather tame on all of this.

because consider the two of you never properly make up after you break up. sure, you go on the press tour for elvis and you're cordial. you play up some fake love for the camera and it works well enough. it stings for both of you but he has kaia now and you're- you're doing what you prefer, enjoying a partner who realizes that maybe you only need them for right now but you'll both be happy in the meantime. a serial monogamist, not a maneater, thank you very much. but hey your date for the premiere is pretty cute and you could see him lasting longer than a few months. maybe he's from home or maybe he's another up and coming actor. point is, he's easy and he's enough of a dom that he'll be fine.

consider that when oscar season rolls around austin and kaia are still together and you and your guy are too. no need to play up for the cameras but "oh y/n! austin! can we have a picture!" and you obilge because you're both nominated and what's the harm. a lot of harm in that he holds your waist so tight you're transported to your (his) bedroom and you physically recoil when the picture's done. you both win, of course, some other about how the last time the academy saw chemistry like this it was with the old school hollywood movie types. austin gets a little too tipsy and kaia and your date have to go home early because she's got a shoot and so does yours. you get stuck shepherding your lush drunk ex into an uber that you join him in because "austin robert butler you idiot." and he utters filth at you like you're still dating. he does not cheat on kaia and you do not cheat on your man that night but it's a near miss with "daddy would have given you an oscar baby to go with your oscar." that night is the last time you officially talk to him for 10 years.

consider! he keeps dating kaia for another year, shocking literally everyone but it's fine because she's sweet and you keep dating your beau for- well you keep dating him and dating him and when you first actually meet vanessa on the set of her movie that you happen to be a part of and you become friends she literally looks at you and your boyfriend and seems Concerned. you find out later when you're both at cochella a year later that "girl, don't be like me with the long relationship if you're not going through with it." you choose not to dwell on what ( who ) she means by that.

but consider you both keep track of each other's careers and maybe he sees you on broadway and the same is true for you seeing him. maybe you both get nominated for tonys that year. maybe one or both of you win. maybe you see him that night and it's been over six years and he's got some woman his age on his arm and you've got your saint of a man on yours and it shouldn't hurt but seeing his blue eyes just send a painful spasm to your heart.

maybe now it's ten years on and austin is engaged to be married but he keeps pushing off the wedding ( rumors say he's cheating on her or she's pregnant and doesn't want to ruin the dress, you pay more attention than you should ) but he's still engaged which is more than you can say for you and your boyfriend. "you know how embarrassing it is to just be known as your boyfriend? you know how many jokes they make about you gettIng your own austin butler to make up for the fact that he left you?" you leave him that night.

consider it's ten years on and he's 40 but still so handsome and god you could have had that if you just- if everything had just- if elvis and priscilla hadn't invaded your lives, if you hadn't been stuck inside isolating with nothing that could pull you two down. you don't dwell on it. you try to not dwell on it.

but also consider the fact that he might be a serial monogamist himself but he can't- your ring your copy of priscilla's ring is always in his place. stashed away so whoever he is with can't see it. he should get rid of it and maybe that will make him think he can take the plunge finally.

maybe there's a new project that vanessa ( who you've become good friends with and you're the godmother of her kid/kids ) is passing on but "you'd be perfect for it, y/n!" what you don't know is she tells the same thing to austin.

it's another baz film and honestly you miss the director enough that you figure it's worth a shot. see if the man wanted to cast you again.

consider that he sees you and his eyes light up, he's already cast austin and maybe he thinks you're the best on screen couple he's ever had the pleasure of directing. but still formalities and all and there's that pesky chemistry test and you both freeze eyes settling on each other's matching ( still matching ) dove necklaces.

but you're professionals and somehow you still have that chemistry. you're not on the floor, austin is this time which is such a role reversal you'd have laughed about it in another life. all it does in this one is make you want to touch him and call him daddy like nothing had changed.

baz tells you that you've got the part before you've left the room. it's opposite austin and maybe he leaves the room first. this time you follow him and hold his wrist and when he says "i've got to go" you tap once.

"i like the little bit of grey, mr. butler. shame you're not a brunette right now. can't make a proper salt and pepper joke." "you don't look a day over 25, lil- guess i can't call you lil dove any more can i?" "maybe i wish you would, daddy."

consider you don't fall right into bed because you're older now and you've got to talk this time. but the kiss he gives you when you call him daddy like that offhandedly like time hadn't passed? that makes you almost throw caution to the wind and do it anyway. after all you can't have something like this go wrong twice in one lifetime.

consider. no it just means you get to deal with a completely separate mess this second go around.

#future austin butler x pa! reader #do not look at me like that.#i am indulging myself alright.#austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler #ally writes #austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #i legit don't even know how to tag this.#because i mean TECHNICALLY it is. but is it?#i don't know we'll all figure it out by the time i actually write and post the fic.#time can do so much fic #yeah that's probably the actual title.#so yeah this happened today.

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couldntbedamned · 9 months

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Feels So Right, Can’t Be Wrong - Blue Salvia

Summary:

The setting: Sanctum General Hospital in Sanctum Heights, New Amsterdam

Starring: Sharon Carter - former Central Security Bureau operative, Selecting Spouse in a horrifically failed Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections marriage, patient AND Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark - owner and CEO of Stark Industries, Futurist determined to rebuild a world his father built weapons to destroy, love interest

With Appearances by: Nurse Wong, Orderly Rintrah, and Billy the Admin

And Featuring Doctor Stephen Strange as "the Surgeon"

Or, "Five Dates Tony and Sharon Had in Her Hospital Room and One They Had After She Was Discharged"

AO3 Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Marriage of Convenience, Past Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Getting to Know Each Other, Dating, Past Domestic Violence, 5 Times, Annoyed Stephen Strange, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Sharon Carter Deserves the World

Author’s Note: So this kind of just popped up as I was kicking around thoughts of just how Tony and Sharon met and eventually fell in love as mentioned in my fic Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue, so this takes place well before the events of and can be read independently of that story.

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Blue Salvia

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Sharon had never been so happy to finish physical therapy in her life.

"You're a sadist," she told Rintrah as he handed her a towel so she could wipe away the sweat.

The large man didn't deny it. "You're making progress."

"Doesn't feel like it," she lamented. Her mile used to be six minutes and twenty-two seconds. Now she doubted she'd be able to run a mile for a few months, if walking a moderate incline on the treadmill was this hard.

"You don't see it because you judge yourself more harshly than anyone else," Rintrah said. "But I've seen the progress you've made since you were cleared for PT. Just be patient."

She supposed he was right. And it wasn't like she had an SO breathing down her neck like she had when in the CSB. Lord, Fury had been a nightmare but Hand? Hand had been so much worse.

"We'll finish up with some foam rolling and stretching and then I'll get you back up to your room, okay?"

Sharon groaned but knew there was nothing she could do but go along with the Orderly's plans.

The last thing she wanted was for Rintrah or Wong to decide she wasn't up for another date night in her room with Tony.

God, she was going to have another date with Tony Stark! What was her life?

"Pizza tonight? My treat."

Tony looked over at Stephen. "Can't. I have plans for dinner, I'm afraid."

Stephen raised a brow. "Oh?"

"Yes, indeed." He checked his watch, an elegant Kang model. "In fact, I have to go if I don't want to be late." He studied the kitchen. "We'll start installing the appliances tomorrow."

"I really do appreciate this, Tony."

Tony waved Stephen off. "Hey, even if you weren't paying me I'd be happy to help. Not as happy, of course. Maybe like, twelve percent less happy. Anyways, I have to go get ready."

"What's her name?" Stephen asked with a knowing smirk.

Tony made a gesture of zipping his lips. "A gentleman doesn't tell."

Stephen scoffed. "Since when are you a gentleman?"

"Bye now!"

As he hastened to his rented Alfa Romeo - which looked decidedly out place among the various Buicks and Lincolns - he checked his mobile to ensure his "out of office" status had gone through. The last thing he wanted was for work to interrupt his date.

He'd been looking forward to it since before he even left the hospital the previous night.

Sharon was... she was special. He liked her humor and appreciated her biting wit. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind and if there was something she didn't want to discuss, she kindly but firmly let him know. That was refreshing to a man like him.

He'd started strong the previous night with Italian. He hoped Mediterranean would be just as successful.

Sharon rolled her eyes but let Tony blindfold her so he could "get the mood right."

When he took the blindfold off, the make-shift dinner table was back and he'd set up another vase, this time with a single Blue Salvia.

"Any guesses as to the cuisine we're having tonight?" Tony asked.

"French?" she tried. "I'll just go ahead and tell you I'm not eating snails."

Tony laughed. "It's not French, no, and I'll definitely keep that in mind."

He lifted up the dome on her plate to reveal the dish: triangles of spanakopita. She could smell the feta, garlic, and spinach and her mouth began to water.

"Mediterranean. I am again, impressed. I didn't think there was a place in town."

"There's not," Tony confirmed. "But, I wanted the best and it was worth having dinner catered from Baxterville."

"So," Tony said as they ate their appetizers, along with lamb and rice wrapped in grape leaves and a small assortment of olives. "Ask away."

Sharon took a minute to savor the explosion of garlicky spinach, creamy feta, and flaky buttery phyllo dough before swallowing. "Another bold move," she teased.

"Like I've said, fortune favors the bold."

"If you weren't head of Stark Industries, what would you do with your life?"

His brows raised. "That's a good question," he said. He ate a few triangles of the spanakopita as he thought about his answer. "I'd probably still want to be an engineer. I love building and fixing things. The money that comes with SI is just a bonus."

"You have some impressive creations," Sharon said. "The energy saving appliances are getting rave reviews, as do the medical devices you've started designing and testing."

"I just felt like I had to do something," Tony admitted. "Howard - Dad - spent his whole damn life building bigger, more lethal weapons. The least I can do is try and create things to help fix that he's destroyed."

"That's a noble cause, even if it's not your responsibility."

"It might not be my responsibility, but I benefitted from his warmongering so I might as well work against that."

The next course was moussaka - "with lamb, because again, I prefer the best" - with a medley of roasted yellow squash, zucchini, and colorful bell peppers as a side.

"Someone's making sure I get my vegetables," Sharon said. "Good call."

"I may or may not have been threatened with bodily harm by Nurse Wong if I didn't provide adequate nutrition," Tony said. "I don't like my chances going up against that man."

"You wouldn't stand a chance," Sharon confirmed. The roasted vegetables were incredible. "Orderly Rintrah's almost as fierce. My old SO could have learned a thing or two from Wong and Rintrah."

"How did PT go today?"

"I was told it went well, but I'm impatient so I don't really see it." She couldn't help but let out a small moan as she tasted the moussaka. It was amazing and perfectly seasoned. "I'm not used to being so inactive. Even when I was married I still went for runs and worked out."

"Even with the bruising?" Tony asked quietly.

"I wore long-sleeves and jogging pants when I went outside," she admitted. "I had a small collection of weights in the spare bedroom where I started sleeping and I'd do body-weight exercises."

"I can't tell you how sorry I am that you went through that," Tony said. "I hate that there was nothing you could do to defend yourself."

"In a way the running was a defense," Sharon said. "As was sleeping in the spare bedroom. It locked, you see." She ate some more. "Steve didn't like that; he thought that locked doors made a home dishonest but there wasn't much he could do about it."

"Did he ever try to break in?"

"The door was reinforced," Sharon said in answer. "All of the doors were. I had them all installed when I bought that house, since old habits die hard."

"I'm sorry to bring it all up," Tony said. "Well, you brought it up, technically, but I didn't change the subject and that's on me." He motioned to the vegetables. "These are so good."

"They are," she agreed.

Conversation turned lighter as they finished their entrees and Sharon eyed the dome-covered desert dishes expectantly.

"How's our Surgeon's kitchen coming along?"

"Oh, the wiring is all done. We'll start installing appliances tomorrow."

"He still doesn't know about this, right?"

Tony winced. "I'm doing my best to keep this hush-hush. I'm pretty sure Wong and Rintrah roped in his admin to keep it under wraps."

Sharon laughed. "Look at you, planning a stealth operation."

"You're worth it," he said.

She blushed furiously at that, inwardly astonished. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so affected. Even when she'd had her initial meetings with Steve, who'd at first been so sweet and earnest, she'd been somewhat aloof.

Dessert was a small plate with a sampler trio of sokolatopita, loukoumades, and baklava. Normally a chocolate gal, Sharon found herself preferring the loukoumades - tiny fried balls of dough dripping with honey. It was all delicious but the loukoumades was in a class all its own.

"Any ideas on what radio show to listen to?" Tony asked as he cleaned up and pushed the cart and dishes outside. "Or would you prefer something else?"

Sharon thought. "Would you think I'm a dreadful bore if I suggested listening to The Lawrence Welk Radio Hour?"

"Definitely not," Tony said with a smile. "One of my friends, Rhodey, is a huge fan. I've listened to that show many a time."

"Then tune the radio to Station KPBS," Sharon urged. "We should be able to catch the opening song."

Like the night before they sat close to the radio and when Tony took her hand in his, it felt so natural her heart skipped a beat.

"Maybe one day we can dance to this music," Sharon mused when a dreamy ballad played, complemented by a harp and oboe. "I've always loved dancing."

"One day," Tony agreed, enjoying the music but enjoying his evening with her so much more.

This time before he left, he added the blue salvia to the vase on her nightstand with the yellow tulip and took the vase with him, but not before again pressing a kiss to her hand.

"I had a wonderful evening," he told her.

"I did too," Sharon said as he helped her to bed. "Tony, this was so nice."

Wong knocked on the door and gave Tony a pointed look. He watched carefully as Tony took his remaining gear and left.

"He was wonderful, really," Sharon told Wong. "You don't have to worry about him, I promise."

"It's you I worry about," Wong said as he dispensed her medication. "I don't want to see you get hurt."

"And that means more to me than you know," she assured him, taking her pills. "You're pretty wonderful yourself."

Wong smiled, told her she wasn't getting out of tomorrow's physical therapy, and wished her a good night.

Sharon snuggled back into the hospital bed. If her feet slightly swayed in the count of a waltz, that was her business. She dreamed of dancing and twirling around in Tony's arms.

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Author's Notes (again): Blue Salvia - connected to healing; represents wisdom, a long life and good health. It's common for those recovering from an ailment to receive this plant.

Also, some of my favorite memories of my grandparents are times I sat with them some evenings while the Lawrence Welk Show reruns played on PBS. I figured this AU had to have something similar for a radio show.

#couldntbedamned fic #iron 13 #tony stark x sharon carter #sharon carter x tony stark #1950s modern fusion au #1950s au #tony stark #sharon carter

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Cruel Summer (Chapter 6)

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Omega Reader

Summary: It's a normal day for Alpha Steven Grant Rogers.

Well, if you don't count the fact that his childhood friend and best pal James Buchanan Barnes is currently on trial for his crimes as the Winter Soldier. Paired with his responsibilities as an Avenger, there's a lot on his plate.

Until he meets you by chance in an elevator.

You're just trying to figure this new world out after being frozen for forty years. You're hoping for a fresh new start. A new normal.

And then you meet Steve.

Life can't get worse... right?

Chapter Warnings: Mpreg, childbirth, mentions of demigod children, mentions of Bucky and Natasha's shared trauma from the Red Rom/Hydra.

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! Welcome the part two of the double update! I hope you enjoy this little detour. Originally, this chapter was going to deal with Steve's Rut, but I didn't want to jump into it right after the Reader's Heat. So the next chapter will be dealing with Steve's Rut, and this will be a little filler chapter if you will.

As always, you can read this chapter here.

Word Count: 3969

A month later...

If you asked Bruce Banner what he had imagined for himself a few years ago, it wasn’t this.

Almost over a year ago, Thor had shown up on Earth and proclaimed that he needed Bruce’s help with something.

That “something” being the Tesseract.

The Asgardians had gotten it back from SHIELD, (sorry, Hydra), and had begun to do tests on it again. To see its potential. All the while Loki had been a somewhat helpful ally.

Thor had told him after the death of their mother that something had changed in his brother. A switch, perhaps.

Bruce could sympathize with that. He really could. Plus, Loki wasn’t all that bad.

… mostly.

Anywho.

Bruce had decided to bring Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis on their lovely trip back to Asgard. He had reservations for Jane though. Because of the whole Aether and Dark Elves thing.

And because Jane and Thor used to date.

But Jane had assured him that nothing would be awkward. His fellow Omega had told him that she and Thor had broken it off on friendly terms. Not to mention, once they got to Asgard, she had met Val.

Well. Her real name was Brunnhilde. Her Asgardian name anyway. Jane and Val had become a Bonded Pair, and somehow, in some weird freaking way— so had Loki and Darcy.

Really, Bruce couldn’t figure that out. But they were happy, so he was happy for them.

Which, really just left him and Thor.

Just the two of them.

He didn’t really know when it happened, really.

Bruce had never believed in that True Mates stuff. Sure, maybe as a kid, but once he had been affected by the gamma rays, he stopped believing. He could become a huge green monster, after all. He Hulk Smashed everything in sight when he was the big guy.

Who would want someone like him?

Thor, however, was that someone.

Finding out Thor was his True Mate was… odd. Weird. Something he still couldn’t wrap his head around, even with his pup growing in him.

Oh yeah.

And it just wasn’t him.

Jane and Darcy had joined the Knocked Up By Asgardian Peeps club. And all six of them were going back down to Earth, leaving Thor and Loki’s older sister Hela in charge. Hela had been hard to come around, especially with the whole I-was-the-older-one-so-I-have-ruler-superiority thing going on. But Thor, being the eldest of the two, had kindly told his technical older sister that he didn’t have any premeditated motions to rule Asgard. He was far much more comfortable being on Earth with the Avengers.

To say Hela had been surprised. Bruce had been sure it had been the first time he had ever seen her smile.

Then, the six of them were off going back through the nine realms and back to Earth.

Or Midgard, as Thor and Loki affectionately nicknamed it.

Jesus frigging Christ, Bruce hated being pregnant. Every step he took closer and closer to the Compound's roof was really making him queasy.

“Dr. Banner!”

It was Steve.

Bruce had always liked Steve. Steve was one of the people who regarded and treated him like an actual person. Of course, there was always Tony, even Natasha too, but Steve was actually someone he considered a good guy.

“Captain Rogers!”

His Mate’s booming voice made Bruce feel a little sheepish. His cheeks colored a little. He really wished he wasn’t pregnant right now, because his walking had been basically reduced to a waddle. It was kinda embarrassing.

“Hey! Dr. Banner! It’s nice to have you back.”

One of the cousin Omegas that Tony had hired, the one in Medical, was beaming at him. Dressed in the ugliest green scrubs imaginable, you were smiling at the doctor.

“Miss Yang, it’s great to see you.” Bruce greeted you kindly.

It was there, that he noticed it.

There was something different, the way Steve held you as he was guided back into the Avengers Compound.

It was different, the way Steve held you, Bruce noticed. He didn’t know anyone who Steve held as tight as you.

“Things have changed around here,” piped Wanda. The Romani-Jewish mutant looked positively giddy as she floated along with the Vision.

“Really?” Bruce looked interested. But his smile might have looked like a grimace due to him waddling around like a penguin.

“Oh yes,” Wanda nodded happily. “Captain Rogers has found his Mate.”

Bruce saw your cheeks flush.

Ohhhhh.

“Congratulations Captain Rogers!” Thor looked absolutely ecstatic.

“Thank you, Thor.” Steve smiled politely.

Suddenly, Bruce stopped in his tracks.

A deeply pained noise came from him.

“Dr. Banner? Bruce?” Steve’s voice sounded urgent, but by the time he had tried calling his name for the third time, the doctor had slumped onto his knees, gasping.

You sprung into action.

You could smell it.

Leaking amniotic fluid.

Bruce Banner was officially going into labor.

“Steve, Thor, I’m gonna need you to pick up Bruce. FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Miss Yang?” FRIDAY’s voice floated down.

“Can you please alert any other nurses and doctors still on the Compound that we have an Omega in labor?” Your voice rang out.

“I will alert Doctor Cho and Doctor Hudson.”

“Great. Thank you. Steve, Thor— come on—“ You urged the two Alphas as they lugged Bruce along, the male Omega groaning.

“Feels like hell,” groaned Bruce.

“I know it does, Doctor Banner. But you gotta hang in there. Just hang in there.”

In the labor room, a good thirty minutes later…

“Come again?”

Helen’s eye twitched.

The Korean Omega had bounced to the labor room when FRIDAY had told her that an Omega had gone into labor. Bruce was okay. You had checked him, while Steve and Thor had run off to get the stuff.

Bruce hadn’t been fully dilated to eight inches. So he was still okay. But the contraptions were hell. You were desperately holding his hand as he winced in pain.

“Bruce Banner is in labor. With Thor’s pup.”

Now.

Helen had heard down the grapevine all about Thor. The muscular, himbo god of lighting from Asgard. And his emo Shakespearean brother.

The bad thing was, that Thor was a god.

Bruce was a human.

Bruce was going to have a demigod baby.

An actual fucking demigod baby.

“Can he even survive the childbirth?” came Helen’s hissed response.

You weren’t quite sure. You knew about supersoldiers, mutants, and gods. Even if you were a Shaman.

“I don’t know. Maybe the gamma rays in his body can help him survive it? But we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Before Steve and Thor had left to grab the things you needed to assist with the birth, you had slathered on some scent blockers. To hide and conceal your scent.

It was essential that when the pups would come, only the Alpha and Omega, or Alpha and Beta, Beta and Beta, Omega and Omega’s scents were the only ones that lingered. It was good for the afterbirth too. The afterbirth was an important bonding between the newborn pups and their parents.

So, therefore, you not smelling your own scent wasn’t bothering you.

Not really.

To make matters worse, you didn’t even have a birthing suite for Bruce and his pup.

And, because Thor was a literal frigging god, no one would probably touch Bruce or his incoming pup, because their baby was a frigging demigod.

You still couldn’t wrap your head around that one.

So Steve and Thor had been sent out to get the supplies down from Medical, which just left you and Helen to man the joint.

“Is there literally anyone else who can help us?”

If it were heavenly possible, Helen would have marched all the way up to the rooftops of the Avengers Compound and screamed to her heart's content.

A deep whimper came from Bruce. Sweat was rolling down his face as his entire body trembled. Another contraption had hit him. Making his eyes squeeze shut as he gritted his teeth, trying to ease the pain.

Cause it hurt.

It hurt like a bitch.

“I may know someone who can help you, Doctor Cho.” FRIDAY’s voice floated down.

Both of your heads jerked. Bruce just shuddered.

“Miss Laura Barton is in the building, along with Agent Barton and Miss Romanov. Shall I send them up?”

Laura Barton was a lot of things.

A daughter. A sister. An aunt. A mother.

Back when she had been young, almost nine years ago, she had gotten pregnant with pups.

At first, Laura had fantasies of marrying her Alpha. They had met and started dating. Six months in, she had fallen pregnant.

And then her Alpha had abandoned her.

She had no one.

No one but her older brothers, Clint and Barney. Barney was the eldest of the Barton brood. Last she had heard of her oldest brother, he was in the Army and was married to his male Omega, some dude named Brian. She had met Brian. He was a nice dude. Seeing Barney be a family man after what their dysfunctional family was… it made her happy.

She was happy for her brother. And then, Clint had convinced Natasha to defect from the Soviet Union and the Red Room to the US and the two of them had gotten married. She had become a sister-in-law.

She was happy now. Utterly content with her life, and her two pups, Cooper and Lila. They lived in the Avengers Compound. Laura worked up in Accounting. Cooper and Lila attended a school that was close to the Avengers Compound.

Her pups happily sleeping and snoring away, Laura was awoken to light rapping on her door. Curious but guarded, Laura grabbed the metal bat she kept against the wall of her bedroom. Walking out of the bedroom, and through the hallway to the front door of the private apartment, she unlocked her door.

“Hey Laura— Woah Woah! Put the damn bat down!” Clint signed to his sister.

“Clint?” She signed. “It’s me,” he signed back. Slowly lowering her bat, she yanked him inside.

“What’s going on? It’s three in the morning!” she signed frantically.

Beep. Beep.

Having turned on his hearing aids, he answered her.

“Bruce is back. He’s pregnant, and he went into labor with Thor’s pups. You remember Thor, right? Blond, big dude? Huge muscles? That Thor?”

Nods.

Nods came from his sister in confirmation that yes, Laura did indeed remember the god.

“Doctor Cho and Doctor Omega don’t quite have all of the equipment. Plus, FRIDAY suggested that since we were there for Cooper and Lila’s birth, we could help them out.”

Childbirth. Oh yes. Laura was very well versed in that field. She had given birth to two pups, after all.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

When they got there, Steve and Thor, (and was that Bucky?), were wheeling in the proper equipment. Heck, even Loki was helping out. Green magic fluttering under his fingertips, the trickster god helped move along the equipment needed for the birthing.

But Clint just ushered Laura along to the birthing suite, where they had found you, Helen, and Bruce.

“Oh! Thank goodness you’re here!” Cried Helen.

And yeah, Helen was about to kneel at their feet.

You were too.

“How months has it been? Since the conception?” Laura was already firing off questions.

“Seven months,” rasped Bruce.

“Seven months? You’re early.” Astonishment was written all over her face.

“Really early.” Clint agreed with her.

Even a dumbass could figure out that was too early.

Far too early.

“My cousin was born seven months. She was really small. Like a little rat. Small and sickly. It took her two months after being born to be given the clear to be taken home.” You remarked. “But,” you continued, seeing the looks of pure horror on their faces. “Thor’s a god. Who knows, his semen might be really potent, like Steve’s.”

“How do you know that?” Helen was looking at you. To which, you just pointed at your gland, showcasing Steve’s teeth marks in it.

“Oh….” Three heads were nodding at you.

“The pup could be sired full to a full term already. We just need to make sure we have the correct equipment to help us out.” You concluded.

“How are you not nervous?” Clint blurted out at you. “Of course, I’m nervous Barton!” was your scandalized hiss. You even swatted his shoulder for good measure. “I’m fucking nervous as shit! We don’t have any good doctors on help that is experienced in delivering pups!”

“You’ve delivered a pup before!” Helen’s retaliation made Clint and Laura’s eyes bug out comically like they were anime characters.

“You have?!” They exclaimed.

Whipping your head so quick in Helen’s direction that you might have almost twisted your neck, you snapped at her.

“Once! Once! I delivered a pup ONCE! And it was in a hurricane shelter in Japan while my uncle was hyperventilating!” Your protests were ignored by Helen though.

“And that’s more experience than me! I never got that experience! My field is genetics! You’re trauma!” Helen shot back.

You were about to bicker with her a little more, had Yasha not entered the room.

“We got the stuff. Are we moving Bruce or not?”

James Buchanan Barnes had never delivered a pup before.

He had scattered memories of his mother, Winifred Barnes giving birth to his younger sisters, Rebecca, Mary, and Frances. But other than that, no other experience.

Through the year that he had spent on the run, his year of freedom— Bucky had been thinking.

Thinking. Thinking. Thinking.

In between catching up with this new century anyway.

After helping Thor and Steve bring in the essential things needed for Bruce’s birth, Bucky was allowed to leave. He didn’t need to stick around. However, before he left, he swooped by to ask you something.

“Where does your cousin live?”

The question might have taken you out of focus for a second.

Then, you realized it was just Yasha.

“Oh! She lives…”

Bucky had made sure to memorize the address, but you had kindly suggested that Natasha, (who had managed to get up and was nursing a cup of coffee in the hallway, playing guard), go with him. She knew where and how to get there.

So the two former assassins were on a subway to get to downtown Brooklyn because the Avengers Compound was upstate.

And because your cousin lived in downtown Brooklyn.

Brooklyn. The familiar borough made Bucky remember foggy memories. Memories of hearing his Ma’s laughter, his Pa’s deep rumbles. Rebecca’s light voice. Mary’s chiming of her favorite books. And Frances’s favorite piano pieces. A smaller, skinnier Steve.

All of those memories blurred together as he sat with Natasha on the subway. Speeding through the underground tracks.

“What’s on your mind, Yasha?”

At last, Bucky had turned to look at his former student. The redheaded Omega was looking at him, too.

“Just things,” was his rough reply. “Everything’s… different. The people are different. The atmosphere… it’s different. People… feel different. Cept Stevie. You. Steve’s Omega. And… my Mega.”

Natasha could understand that. The first year after defecting from the Motherland and coming to America was a weird culture shock. Everything was new to her. Really new. And it didn’t help that because of the supersoldier serum the Red Room had given her made it that she didn’t need much sleep.

Her hand brushed over his in comfort.

Finally, at last— their spot was called. Exiting the subway, Natasha guided him out of the subway station and onto the streets.

For the first time, the streets were empty. Everything was silent.

The two Russian assassins walked down the streets of downtown Brooklyn towards your cousin’s apartment complex. Once Natasha found the right one, they walked inside and up the staircase. Upon getting to the sixth floor, Natasha and Bucky quietly walked to the apartment door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Something had woken up your cousin. With a groan, her eyes opened. Bleary-eyed and still tired, she checked her phone.

1:55 AM.

Who could be at her apartment at nearly two AM?

Still tired, she saw the text.

Natalia: Come outside. Yasha and I are waiting.

To say she raised an eyebrow was an understatement.

Natalia and Sasha were here?

Spurring herself out of bed quickly, she let out a few curse words that even Tony Stark himself had never heard her say as she scrambled to make herself look presentable.

Hastily grabbing a hair tie, she quickly tied her hair back as she scurried and hurried for the door.

The front door to her apartment swung open as she panted deeply for air, looking at Natasha and her Alpha.

No. Bucky. Sasha.

“Bruce is back with Thor. And Loki and Darcy, as well as Valkyrie and Jane. Yasha wanted to stay with you while Bruce gives birth to his pup with Thor.” Natasha explained to her.

All your cousin could do was slowly nod in response. “Uh-huh…” was all that came from her. “Oooookay… that sounds… great. Yeah… I can… handle… that. Uh-huh. Makes sense. Totally makes sense. Gotcha. Wait. Thor? Thor as in the god Thor? Lighting dude, who had his hammer?” She questioned.

“That’s the one,” Natasha affirmed.

“Oooookay. Kay. Cool. Um— yeah. Come in, Sasha.” She opened her door wider to allow Bucky to step into her apartment.

Once he stepped into the threshold, Natasha spoke. “I’ll come and pick you up later, Yasha. See ya later.”

Bucky and his Omega waved her off as Natasha jogged back down the stairs. Closing the door and making sure to lock it behind her, your cousin leaned back against the door.

Looking at the Alpha specimen in front of her.

“Tony’s gotten in touch with T’Challa,” said Bucky softly. “He’s the King of Wakanda.”

“Wakanda? Oh right… Steve’s shield. Uh-huh. Go on.”

“They’ve… offered me asylum there. T’Challa’s got a younger sister. Her name is Shuri. He hopes that she can deprogram the trigger words from my head.” Bucky swallowed thickly. His Adam's apple bobbing up and down nervously.

“That sounds great, Sasha. I’m happy for you.” Your cousin was looking at him with a gentle look in her eyes. Her hands reached out as she walked up to him. Closing that gap between them. Gently holding his metal and flesh hands.

“I was thinking…” he was swallowing again. His hands felt clammy. Even his metal hand felt heavier than usual. If that was even possible anyway.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to come with me. To Wakanda.”

Meanwhile, back at the Avengers Compound, a couple of hours later…

You were exhausted.

Extremely exhausted.

All you wanted to do was take a nap.

But, alas you were still up and about.

You had even chugged down a frigging coffee earlier! An iced latte with three pumps of espresso in it too!

And you were still tired!

And hungry!

God, your stomach had been growling ever since Bruce had finally given birth to little pup Frigga. She was eight pounds and three ounces precisely. Perfectly healthy, too.

You referenced Thor’s semen for that explanation.

He was a god, after all.

This, however, led to Darcy Lewis panicking after her own pup. Sired by Loki. If Thor’s semen was potent and sped up the process, would her pregnancy with her own pup be the same way? Being that she was currently four months in. Jane was only barely two months in.

That, however, you left for Darcy and Loki to debate over. You weren’t dating a god.

You were dating Steve Rogers. You would leave that discussion for a later date.

As you walked through the halls of Medical, tired and hungry as shit, your Bondmate managed to catch up with you.

Once again, he had changed into a plain white t-shirt and sweatpants. Ones that hung to his hips, and you knew that they were showing the v of his hips. Just the thought was making your Omega horny. She wanted nothing to do but lick that v of his hips at this very moment.

You quieted her.

It was far too early for that shit.

“I’m gonna go exercising with Sam and Romanov.” Your Bondmate told you. You nodded.

"And then we'll eat. Is that okay?" He asked you.

The mention of eating made your stomach growl again.

“You haven’t eaten yet?” Your Mate questioned you. “Nope,” you said with a sigh. “I’m really hungry.”

“Okay. You can join us for breakfast.” Steve smiled at you.

You smiled back.

So, you had managed you eat some breakfast.

And oooh boy, you had eaten a lot.

You had been in the middle of scarfing down your third plate of breakfast. Pancakes with whipped cream and powdered sugar on top, bacon, scrambled eggs, and a glass of your preferred beverage.

Chew. Chew. Chew.

Munch. Munch. Munch.

“Damn,” Sam whistled at you.

“What?” You said through a mouthful of food. You swallowed. “In my defense, I haven’t eaten in like, probably five hours.”

“Nah. I ain’t tryna blame ya. I love food too.”

Vigorous nods came from you in agreement.

Indeed, you enjoyed the joys of food. After Hydra, tasting new food after nearly almost three decades was something of a new thing for you. It had been nice, to taste Hmong food again. It was like breathing in familiar air. This was familiar to you. You knew what Hmong food tasted like. Tasting new food though… that had been a journey.

Two plates fell onto the table.

Steve and Natasha had returned from their fifteen-mile run. Steve sat beside you, while Natasha sat next to Sam. Natasha grabbed her fork and immediately dug into her breakfast. While Steve looked at you and greeted you with a soft “Omega.”

“Ew,” Sam scrunched up his nose. “Y’all are nasty.”

“You’re just jealous that I have an Omega and you don’t,” Steve smirked at him. Like the little shit that he was.

Sam gasped in blasphemy. “I do not!” was his fiery protest. “I am dating someone, I’ll have you know!”

“Is it Kristen from Statistics?” wondered Natasha.

“Please don’t tell me it’s Karen from Accounting,” you added with a sour look on your face. You had bumped into the Omega once, and it hadn’t been pleasant. Maybe it had been an off day for her, who knew. But she hadn’t been very nice to you.

“No and no. God no. Especially on Karen from Accounting.” Sam wrinkled his nose in disgust. A sigh of relief came from you.

“Does Kristen still have that lip piercing?” Steve asked Natasha. “Yup.” she even made sure to pop the p.

“Nah. It’s Cecilia from downstairs.”

Someone choked on their food.

That someone was you.

It was totally you.

“Cecilia from downstairs?” You wheezed. At Sam’s nod, you gave him a look of pity. “Good luck with that, Wilson.”

“What?” He was frowning at the look on your face.

“She had two boyfriends at the same time if gossip serves me right… anywho. If you’re not serious with her, it shouldn’t be a problem.” You waved it off.

“How do you know?” Sam inquired. Pursing your lips, you took a sip of your drink. “I was friends with one of the dudes back in ye olden days. We were good friends, actually. I told him not to date her cause she gave me weird vibes. But then he didn’t listen to me. So when I found out, I told him, and then another friend gaslighted me. Needless to say, we’re not friends anymore.” And you left it at that.

“Well, it ain’t all that serious. Just some good fun. Thanks for tellin’ me.” Sam smiled at you.

“No prob.”

Steve reached his hand underneath the table, squeezing your hand in reassurance.

You squeezed back.

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Bonjour maman! I'm almost 23, ace, and for about the last 2 months now I've had my first real crush (on a new friend I made about 6 months ago). I'm trying to set up a get-together with just the 2 of us because I've finally worked up the nerve that I want to tell him how I feel, but this is complicated by the facts that he's very recently started hanging out again with the ex who dumped him in February, that he probably thinks I'm a lesbian, and that we're both super awkward and bad at communicating or texting back. I've never dealt with this before and it feels super freaky and stressful. Do you have any words of hope or advice? Merci <3

Hello dear,

Given all those little problems that you already have, I would personally try to fix what could go wrong before making my move. If a man I thought was gay sat me down to announce he had a crush on me, I cannot imagine having a reaction he would be happy about. Not that I would necessarily reject him, but outside of being very surprised, I would have to take time to think, because his presumed sexuality made him off-limits so I would have never thought about him this way. And then I would have to figure out if I like him or not, I would be afraid of him getting pushy, and overall it would probably make me feel too awkward to want to try.

So here's your homework: why does he think you're a lesbian and how can you casually correct him? What makes you a bad communicator and what can you do to improve? What do you call awkward and how can you work on it? Think of what you would want your ideal partner to do and do it.

That being said (and this is where big sister turns into mum), I also want to encourage you to sit down with your thoughts and think about this. You are trying to go after someone who:

is already enamoured with another person,

got your sexuality wrong (after six! months! of friendship! how does he know nothing about you?) which in this context is important because sex is important to a lot of people and like I said in the other post, being ace should be mentioned quite soon: if someone isn't interested in that type of relationship, not only they will remove themselves from the situation, but they will be mad that you mislead them and you will be crushed because you thought something was happening,

and finally seems to be so uncomfortable socially that you have to do the work alone - if you had any evidence that he likes you too, I'm guessing you would have said so. The relationship hasn't started and I'm already seeing a pattern where, if this was to happen, you would have to carry the whole thing on your back, be the one requesting dates and arranging plans and making everything happen.

So I'm inviting you to wonder why you still want to pursue him, why you think this is a good idea. You can look at the malks tag and look for romantic requests: a lot of girls get crushes on random guys who don't seem to want them and are still ready to take the stars out of the sky for them. Why? Why don't you think you deserve someone who is willing and eager to work for you too? Why are you trying to sentence yourself to a mediocre relationship with someone who already doesn't want to be there? Do you realise that you deserve to be happy too and that your existence isn't dedicated to making yourself smaller and shaping yourself to fit men's expectations?

I understand this is a bit rough and being lonely sucks donkey but I dated a man like this ten years ago and it's the one relationship I regret because of what it says about my confidence at the time. Looking bad, I cannot name a single good thing about him. He wasn't filled with red flags at first, he was just in the grey zone, but I was so desperate for love that I actively pursued him. He felt it, mistreated me, called me names, pushed me away physically when I tried to be affectionate, and revealed when I finally dumped him (after just a few weeks) that he didn't want to be with me but didn't want to be mean and reject me. If I hadn't decided to give up on him, for all I know I would be like that bride who went viral a few months ago for claiming that her husband's horrible vows were just a joke. That is the danger of being lonely: if you put people on a pedestal for just existing, you will be lower than them.

Look for someone who gets excited when they think of you, who gets amused when you start rambling about your interests, who *wants* to text you and plan a date this weekend, who randomly gets you a candle because you like them, who makes you feel appreciated. Not someone who seems to be there because they saw light under the door and figured it would be nice to be cared for while they look for who they really want. Effort is what makes the world go round.

Please, please, please, put yourself first.

Much love,

Mum

#ask #malks

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PLL: Original Sin [episode 2 & 3 recap]

hello, hello, hello liArs! welcome back to Millwood! if you're back, I'm taking that as you enjoyed your first stay - or are at least curious to see what this town has to offer.

alrighty, then. let's get stArted.

Chapter Two: The Spirit Queen

Six Months Ago

We start the episode as we did the last - with a party. Only this time, it's modern day.

The party is at Kelly and Karen's house. They both happily greet Imogen who is going to ask Greg (Karen's boyfriend) for more beer.

Tabby enters with Chip (he works at the theater) and Noa is on the couch with her boyfriend.

Imogen finds Greg coming out of the bathroom from I assume Karen's room and he talks about how he wishes Karen was more like her and that she's a good person. He gets close to her as she backs up. We don't see the rest, but we do see Kelly telling Karen that she saw the two of them kissing. Imogen appears and wants to talk to Karen but her mind is already made up and she believes Kelly and Greg in the fact of Imogen kissed Greg and not the other way around.

Present DAy

Imogen recounts the party to the girls as that's the night she and the twins stopped being friends. Tabby and Noa share that they were there too, while Mouse and Faran hadn't been there,

Imogen shares that there's a video of Karen from that night that would make her look bad if it got out. Well, more accurately Imogen said the video would destroy Karen.

They get the phone that has the video from Imogen's old house and watch it when they're out eating pizza. The video is Karen being super drunk. A douche bag recorded it.

The girls are all for showing it but Imogen gets second thoughts.

When the girls get to their respective homes, their parents question them about the accusations they were notified about. When they to their rooms, A sends each of them a custom video. The liars still think that it's Karen behind everything and decide to show the video.

Thursday, October 31st

Tabby and Imogen are at the front doors of the school promoting Tabby's movie event. Mouse is doing the same in the computer lab, Faran in the ballet lockers, and Noa at the library.

Tabby shows Chip the video and tells him that use, while it's fucked up, Karen has done way worse. Chip then asks her if she'll go to the Spirit Week dance with him and she agrees.

Everyone stop! Noooo A is, of course, at the screening. If something happens to Chip I swear to god,

Their video begins with a montage of Karen's life and promotes her for Spirit Queen. She doesn't expect it, but what she least expects is the quick cut to the unseen video of her drunk. We don't know who is filming, but Karen is rightfully mortified and runs out.

After the film, Imogen is still second-guessing their choice to show it. Tabby reassures her and goes back inside while the rest of the girls go home.

Chip is being accused of the video but Tabby owns up to the mistake. Wes sends Chip home and gives Tabby a pass...and tells her he'll give her a ride home.

"You are who you hang out with." - Davie

Imogen gets a text from Karen to meet. Karen asks about the video and Imogen reveals that she had gone back to the party to get her sweater and heard what was happening. She went into the room and saw a boy named Tyler recording her. She took the phone from him and brought Karen back to Kelly. Karen says Imogen the only reason Imogen could've kept the video was because she could use it later. Imogen says Karen shouldn't have put razors in her own shoes or killed a rat; to which Karen says she didn't do that. The conversation is pretty much over but Imogen tells Karen she shouldn't be outside alone. Karen tells her: "get the fuck out of my face". As Imogen leaves, we see A.

FridAy

Imogen tells Tabby that she met up with Karen the night before at a cemetery. Apparently, it was "kind of their thing".

At school, Karen is missing from ballet class.

Karen is alive and unwell. She sees the principal and tells him she doesn't want to be Spirit Queen. She's withdrawing from the race because she doesn't deserve it. She confesses to destroying the posters. It's subtle, but you can tell there's something different in her demeanor. It's Kelly! Karen is at home crying. They have a plan for payback for Imogen showing the video. They're thinking of giving Carrie vibes at the dance since "these bitches love movies".

"Like mother like daughter is my understanding."

Imogen breaks down in front of her friends. She's overwhelmed and says she's nothing like her mother - she's a terrible person. The girls try to cheer her up but it doesn't work. Imogen says she won't be going to the dance after this, but Tabby suggests the 5 of them go together as friends.

At Noa's community service, the Sheriff threatens her with what she saw the last time. In turn, she asks him for a favor. Her ankle will be free and she'll be able to go to the dance.

SaturdAy (night of the dAnce)

The glam squad has arrived! It's time to get ready for the dance.

Not exactly a fan of Imogen's dress, but the girls look stunning.

Imogen is set on apologizing to Karen at the dance and giving her the Spirit Queen crown. The girls try to help her by keeping an eye out for Karen, but of course, they're also going to enjoy themselves.

Seeing Imogen be a wallflower, the girls bring her out to dance.

Soon after, she's announced as Spirit Queen and brought onto the stage. Her friends and the crowd see Karen from above, ready to drop paint on her. When Imogen turns around and looks up, she sees A behind Karen. Karen turns around, mischievous smile gone, and she is then pushed off of the railing. Even though it was against her will and murdered, she shared the same fate as the girl in 1999. Thus, giving us a parallel and an official text from A.

Chapter Three: Aftermath

While everyone is running away, Kelly rushes to her sister's body. The liars rush Imogen out of there and quickly discuss what they had seen and the texts received.

At home, everyone makes up a story that they left early and don't know why Karen was up there.

Tabby's mom gets flashbacks to the night the same thing happened to her.

MondAy

There's an assembly to commemorate Karen. Imogen runs out to the bathroom and throws up. She runs into Kelly and asks her about the flyer. Imogen says she's trying to figure out stuff about her moms death. Kelly yells at her and says it's not about her.

All of the liars get called into the principal's office (giving nostalgia) where they are told by the Sheriff that he will open a criminal investigation against them.

TuesdAy

Awh cute! The moms are all back together...in unpleasant circumstances. They meet at Davie's house and discuss their daughters and the video of Karen.

The liars each have things taken away from them. Commonly their devices are taken away or they're restricted. In Faran's case, she was kicked off the dance team since no one feels comfortable around her.

In search of answers, Imogen goes to the library at school and asks for the 2000 yearbook. That's the year her mom graduated. While she's looking at her moms photo, she noticed a theme of Y2K Survivors Club in other students listed activities. Looking through archives, she finds an old article of a body found in a warehouse.

Faran and Tabby's mothers go to the Principal and Sheriff with Tyler's phone that has the video of Karen. The Sheriff doesn't care because while the girls didn't take the video, they used it and projected it in front of the entire school. To him, his daughter took her own life (no one else saw another person or Karen with a bucket), due to the video and therefore the daughters killed his daughter.

Imogen makes a solo (?!) trip to the warehouse she learned about. When she walks in she sees 'Angela Waters rest in peace' spray-painted on an old car and old candles, photos, and flowers laid out for Angela. In PLL fashion, the door to the warehouse closes and Imogen rushes into an old van as A enters the warehouse. Before that happened though, she found a copy of the Scarlet letter and it was constantly checked out by A. Waters.

Sheriff Beasley tries to get Noa to confess anything and to get Minnie and Faran to back her up on it so that Imogen and Tabby can get in trouble.

STOP OMG NOT ME GETTING SCARED BY AN A TEXT. Just like old times.

WednesdAy

Noa tells Minnie and Faran that they should say that Imogen and Tabby knew exactly what they were doing and the rest of them didn't. Noa is scared to mess up what she has since this is her last strike. Faran is okay with is and Mouse is more hesitant and cautious.

After Imogen had told Tabby about the warehouse, they make a plan to leave a cam-corder there to capture something; anything. The door opens and they think it's A, but it's actually Tabitha's mother. She came to pay her respects. The girls ask her who Angela Waters was.

Sidney (Tabby's mom) reveals that she was a classmate of theirs who tragically died at that warehouse. She said that everyone was there to celebrate Y2K. She said she was unlucky and damaged. She tells them that she jumped to her death at midnight but doesn't reveal that it was Imogen's mother who didn't want them to befriend her or help her. Someone did call the police two days later but they don't know who. Imogen shows Sidney the flyer she got.

SIDNEY LIED AND SAID THAT NO ONE WAS NICER TO ANGELA THAN HER MOTHER. Which, obviously I know why but still. That's not helping anyone.

Tabitha goes to her boss's house in order to get the flash drive that Chip left that has the video they showed. His intentions as always are never pure but for the sake of the evidence, she sticks through it. Do we wanna bet that he doesn't have it?

Noa's boyfriend shows up (whom I lowkey don't care about?) and apologizes for blowing her off and assuming that she lied about her drug test. She reveals that she's never done drugs. When she was arrested she was covering for her mother. It was her drugs.

LMAO? Tabby said "fuck this" found the flash drive (we hope it's the correct/same one) and left.

ThursdAy

Our first funeral of Original Sin! Of course, the PLLverse is known for its funerals. They had plenty in PLL, and there was Nolan Hotchkiss' funeral in Perfectionists, I never saw Ravenswood but I assume they had at least one.

Anyways, the twins' mom is escorted (?) out by Kelly as she turns hysterical (their mom is fragile and part of that could be due to her husband, but there's definitely more there. Stop! She could be related to Angela). On her way out, she sees Imogen and questions why she's there and wishes bad things upon her unborn child since her child is dead due to Imogen, she believes.

Imogen obviously leaves. She tells the liars what happened.

Side note - I get that Tabby is the film geek but I'm not a fan of her constant references, especially in inappropriate (?) situations.

Imogen says that she'll take all the blame for the screening since she had the video. Tabby says no, she was just as much a part of it as well. The other girls break their resolve and agree that they're in it together.

At the Beasley residence, the mother is not doing any better and the dad is drunk. He tells Kelly that they will get expelled and then go to jail for taking away his daughter. Kelly is trying to keep the peace and says that she's sure they feel awful. He doesn't care though.

FridAy

It's the day of the hearing! Faran's mom gives a basic lawyer speech (Hastings vibes). However, the Principal informs them that the hearing is postponed. Kelly had come in and said that Karen had indeed been in the rafters with the intent of hurting Imogen on stage.

The committee is no longer considering expulsion, but they now either face suspension or detention.

The mothers and daughters get pizza after (they sit separately of course). The girls are sitting at the booth of their mothers.

Sidney tells the mothers about her conversation with Imogen and Tabby. So far, the other moms haven't gotten anything like what Davie did.

Imogen tells the girls about her feeling that the moms are hiding something.

Mouse gets some of her electronics back and Faran's mother heads back to Pittsburgh.

Kelly and Imogen meet at a swing set. Kelly apologizes for what happened at the funeral and Imogen thanks Kelly for telling the truth about Karen's intent. Kelly reveals that it was her idea to pull a Carrie. She blames herself for Karen being up there.

The five girls go to Karen's headstone and each say a few words. A breeze passes, they turn, and they see A looking at them.

That is how the episode ends! If I am correct, there are going to be 10 episodes. I'm optimistic about where this spin-off is going and hopefully, it doesn't share the same fate as Ravenswood and Perfectionists and can stick around a bit longer.

Until next week!

Kisses,

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welcometogrouchland · 2 years

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Re-reading the transcripts and realising... Georgie doesn't actually say she'd prefer if Jon was dead

GEORGIE

How are you feeling?

ARCHIVIST

Honestly, I – I, I think I’m alright.

[GEORGIE SIGHS IN EXASPERATION.]

ARCHIVIST

I mean that’s – good, right?

[GEORGIE SIGHS AGAIN.]

ARCHIVIST

I –

GEORGIE

After a six month coma? No – it’s not. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go, John.

ARCHIVIST

I – what? Y-y-you’d prefer I was – brain-damaged? Dead?

BASIRA

John.

ARCHIVIST

(shaky sigh) W,W,What?

if anything that's more of a sentiment that Jon puts in her mouth? She didn't like the fact that he says he's fine after a six month coma-

ARCHIVIST

I, no, I, uh, (he starts to sit himself up) I’m alright, it’s –

GEORGIE

(overlapping) Stop it!

ARCHIVIST

(overlapping) – I’m okay.

-(both because pretending he's fine when he's not is a bad habit of Jon's, and if it is true, it spells out bad things for his involvement with spooky shit)-

but Jon takes this as her preferring he was dead because what matters to him at this moment (besides the unknowing fallout which I'm gonna get to-) is that he's fine, which means he's useful.

later, in Heart of Darkness, he asks Basira to "let him help". He wants to be useful. It's probably exacerbated right now, as he's a character prone to survivors guilt and he just found out that Tim (and Daisy) didn't make it out of the unknowing. This season also shows Jon getting progressively more 'insecure', i guess you'd say, about his agency (hello web trauma), and that journey sort of starts here I think.

(Digression, but- I don't think Jon genuinely thinks this resurrection is 100% good w/ no possible downsides. I think Jon's aware enough to know that this is bad, but he only sees it in a distant, abstract sense. in the immediate sense, he's fine with it, so long as he can get up and do stuff, stuff that'll help)

(Further Digression- Also interesting to note is the scenes I mention of Jon wanting to be useful both come after Jon making choices that pull him further away from the (fast and loose, to be fair) concept of "humanity"- coming back from the dead, and taking a statement from an innocent person.

Has me wondering- Is it subconscious guilt? Conscious guilt? natural good heartedness poking through, trying to compensate for these less than moral actions? Or is it a form of justification? He wants to help so he has to do this thing that's either a bad idea and/or actively harmful. Maybe it's more of the classic Jon Sims "heroic self sacrifice as punishment". Straying from humanity requires a good deed to balance it out or something in his mind. Maybe a mix of things? Unsure what I think, but it's a small pattern I noticed. Digression over)

and he doesn't get why Georgie doesn't appreciate that too. He makes the assumption she'd prefer he were dead and she never really gets a chance to disagree (basira goes to tell him off, and he starts addressing her), but she also doesn't particularly fight for one- my best guess being that she probably thinks that's a ridiculous idea. Jon and Georgie are both quite presumptuous characters in a lot of ways- We see it later on in the season where Georgie assumes the worst of Jon (the "jumping on a grenade" line) because he hasn't given her evidence to the contrary, and we get it in this very scene with Jon in his "brain damaged or dead?" Line-

Jon's curious and Georgie's sensitive, but they're both stubborn asses who are, currently, kind of at the end of their rope. So when he assumes she wishes he were dead, she assumes he has to know how ridiculous that idea is. And bam, you've arrive at miscommunication city, baby! Population jongeorgie.

Also, He assumed the same of Basira, which is more based on her less-than-enthusiastic reaction but is still filling in a gap from "reasonably suspicious about your resurrection" to "does not want me alive".(Note: she doesn't outright refute it when asks, but she's probably not meaning it that seriously based on her humor).

so i think it's very likely that what Jon really wants is a warm welcome upon waking up (very understandable), and his actions in this scene are partly informed by him being upset at it's absence.

Jon is a) a pretty defensive person (see: majority of season 1) and b) has a history of feeling unwanted (childhood in 81). Like anyone, especially a person w/ his specific issues, he wants to be wanted. And when he feels unwanted? That's when he gets defensive. (It's one of the similarities between him and Melanie- she feels isolated or disrespected, She gets cagey and lashes out, assuming the worst of people's intentions. That's not relevant here I'm just passionate abt Melanie <3)

He's also recently decided (on Georgie's behest, ironically) that he needs more connections/"allies" (his words), and when he's greeted with an uphill battle to earn those things, he's frustrated. Both because he sees Georgie and Basira as ppl who, at some point, trusted him before. When you look at all the factors- the spooky shit and both Georgie and Basira's personal trauma, their lack of trust is pretty reasonable, if yknow. Cold. Since that's generally how ppl tend to be around ppl they don't/can't trust. But he hasn't been there for that, and so he feels like they've suddenly done a 180 on him (much like the audience on first listen). See also him about to ask for tea but then cutting himself off. He wants Martin, the character who's consistently the warmest towards him, to be there and give him the warmth he normally does, but he isn't.

I've gone kind of all over the place with this, but Georgie's scene in this episode ends with her just once again stating her reservations and asking him to take care of himself.

GEORGIE

John. If this really is a second chance, please try to take it. But I don’t think that it is.

ARCHIVIST

(breath) Georgie, I don’t underst–

GEORGIE

Take care of yourself.

not that sinister. You could argue it's cruel or unfair that she doesn't clarify when Jon says "I don't understand" (cut off), but it's one line, both parties seemed a little heated, and I feel like that line is mostly there for ~drama~ purposes.

And yes, the episode also ends with her leaving without a "proper" goodbye, but at that point, even before Jon started reading the statement, he's shown her everything she was afraid of: his miraculous rise from the grave is supernatural (hello end trauma), he's back in old bad habits of pretending he's fine when he's not, and he doesn't plan on pulling back, and if anything seems more determined to keep carrying on. Hell, we only find out she's officially cut-him-off cut-him-off when he's back at the archive. Yknow. The evil place that's ruining his life. I forget if she knows he can't stay away too long (probably not?) But I think it speaks for itself symbolically.

She asks him to take care of himself and he doesn't, and after having had this same sort of exchange over and over again in season 3, it breaks the camel's back. And that's very different than your friend waking up from coma and telling him "I'd prefer it if u were dead".

#ramblings of a lunatic #tma #the magnus archives #georgie barker #jonathan sims #jongeorgie #ON THE FENCE ABT POSTING THIS BECAUSE I KNOW IT'S JUST REGULAR ANALYSIS BUT IT FEELS DEFENSIVE AND THAT FEELS EMBARRASSING #AGAIN I AM NOT ABSOLVING GEORGIE OF HER FLAWS #I ALREADY SAID I THINK SHE'S PRESUMPTUOUS AND I ALSO THINK YOU COULD ARGUE SHE'S VERY BLUNT #(i do love that last trait abt her tho i think it's sexy (non-sexual))#I AM JUST ONCE AGAIN LAYING OUT THE CASE FOR WHAT HER ACTUAL FLAWS ARE IN TEXT (w/ room for interpretation i hope)-#-INSTEAD OF THE COMMON FAN INTERPRETATION #oof okay got that disclaimer out #there's a couple days between me editing this and me posting this so i can't. be bothered to double check spelling and syntax #this is messy and you will like it /j

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Crosshair – My Beloved Enemy 5 – Rebel Darling

Crosshair x Female!Reader (FF)

Warning: SMUT 18+ /Minors DNI/ NSFW

SMUT 18+/ Orgasm Denial/ Dom-Sub/Dom Crosshair/ Cunnilingus/ Vaginal Fingering/ PiV Sex/ Slight Praise Kink/ Overstimulation/ Multiple Orgasm/ Dubious Consent/ Bondage _____ Author's Comment: Damn, this chapter took me longer than expected. I actually had some free time the last two days and I was just writing this thing for what feels like 48 hours. I wanted to get the Crosshair Smut scene just right, Crosshair style if you will. I wrote it, erased it, wrote it again and erased it... and then wrote it again saldkjbfhskjfdk. I'm still not content with what I did. It feels different from what I usually do, but Crosshair is different too, right? Well, at the end I've gotten carried away at the smut scene so, there is a lot of it in this one. Have fun! _____

What Happened Before:

Part 1 - Crash Landing

Part 2 - Hot And Cold

Part 3 - Hello Kitten

Part 4 - Look Who’s Back

Part 5 - Rebel Darling

Your shuttle was simple, it had no weapons but was a pure personnel transport shuttle, you had a real sleeping area with a bed and not just a bunk. You had your own refresher and even a small kitchen.

A little nervously you showed Crosshair around. You knew you were alone with him now, sooner or later you would get close, you felt it tingling under your skin. It was exciting but also a little intimidating.

You thought about Tech's reaction for a moment, and you felt a little sorry for him. But he had his chance, your night together had been almost six months ago and since then he had either avoided you or treated you purely as a friend. He hadn't responded to your advances, now he had to live with the consequences. You didn't want to wait forever for him and if you were honest you felt much more attracted to Crosshair anyway, even if you didn't think you would see him again until recently.

When you had shown him everything, you finally sat on your bed at some point. Crosshair had already taken off parts of his armor to make himself more comfortable.

"The bed smells like you" he said and smelled unabashedly at your pillow "Smells like your perfume and your shampoo".

A little unsure you looked at him "Sorry. I can make the bed fresh if you want"

He laughed, "No, no, I like it, it smells good"

"Are you going to stay with us now?" you asked quietly.

Crosshair looked up from your pillow to you.

"For now, yeah. Depends on if the boys can get used to me again. As you know, we didn't exactly part peacefully."

You nodded slowly and said, "I'm sure Wrecker will be happy. Echo won't be a real problem either."

He smiled knowingly, "But Tech will probably be on the fence. Did you see his face earlier? He's jealous as hell."

You shrugged and said, "Yeah, maybe so. But he doesn't really have a right to be jealous or to choose who I spend my time with, that ship has sailed".

Hunter looked up when he heard Tech coming back from the cockpit. He stopped next to Hunter's bunk. The sergeant sensed his brother's unease all too clearly.

"You want to talk about it now, after all?" asked Hunter quietly.

Tech snorted, "Why do we just take him right back. He's almost killed us all several times. It is not really sure at all if that was because of the chip. How can you trust him again right away?"

Hunter sighed and sat up in his bunk.

"Tech, I know you're right and we have to be careful. Right now, though, you're only so hostile towards him because you have feelings for Y/N"

Tech nervously stepped from one foot to the other and said, "In part, yes, that may be, but that still doesn't change the facts. We don't know if we can really trust him"

Hunter nodded slowly and said quietly, "I know. Rest assured, I will remain vigilant about Crosshair."

After a pause he asked, "Why didn't you ever tell her, it's been almost half a year since your night together and she kept trying to talk to you. As sorry as I am that you are so upset now because she is in her shuttle with Corsshair- it's your own fault."

Tech sat down on his own bunk across from Hunter and slumped his shoulders.

"I know. It was a wonderful night and I had never felt so alive and happy before."

Hunter looked at him questioningly, "Then all the more reason I don't understand how you handled the situation"

Tech lowered his eyes and stared at his hands resting on his thighs.

"I was... overwhelmed. What I felt was not logical and could not be logically explained, it was so intense that it.... scared me. I just wanted to be with her to spend my time with her, I thought about her day and night, I still do. But when, out of sheer cowardice, I suggested we keep it a professional relationship and she agreed to it, something inside me broke and I just wanted to escape."

Hunter looked at his brother with concern and compassion.

"You should have asked her. She was probably just as scared as you are, that's probably why she agreed. I'm very certain she was very fond of you."

Tech snorted, "Now she's very fond of Crosshair. Crosshair of all people."

You were already naked, just like Crosshair, it had happened so fast, the clothes had fallen off within seconds. He had just looked at you, with that glint in his golden brown eyes, then he had literally thrown himself at you and you had let him, completely overwhelmed by his commanding presence.

The Sniper was half over you, kissing you fierily, and your heart was beating so fast that you were almost dizzy. His bare skin against yours was incredibly warm, the muscles beneath, firm and wonderful. Crosshair was deft, with his fingers and his lips.

Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to have spotted something on your nightstand, a silk scarf of yours. He reached for the long piece of fabric and smiled mischievously.

"Hmm, how convenient."

The next moment he grabbed your arms, pushed them up over your head, wrapped the scarf tightly around your wrists several times, and finally tied them to the headboard of the bed. You had wanted to say something, maybe even protest, but your voice caught in your throat.

He finally looked at you with a smirk of satisfaction.

"Normally people agree on a safeword for something like this, but I don't think we need one".

Looking at him questioningly, you finally found your voice again and asked quietly, "Safeword?"

"Yes. Never heard of it?"

You shook your head.

"It's a word you agree on, when one of the people involved disagrees with something, they say the safeword and the other one stops"

You blinked nervously, your heart still beating so wildly in your chest.

Crosshair saw the uncertain expression on your face.

"You're not scared, are you?"

"No," you said a little meekly.

Testingly you moved your hands, the soft fabric was gentle on your wrists, but you definitely couldn't free yourself on your own.

Your gaze shot back to him as one of his hands moved up over your belly, slid over your breasts and stopped just above your thumping heart.

He smiled.

"Your little heart is beating wildly, Kitten. You don't have to be afraid of me.Just let yourself go, I'll make you feel good, just forget about everything else for a while," he spoke softly to you, in his deep voice.

Crosshair climbed over you, his hardening length pressed against your skin, his hands traveling up your sides to your breasts, kneading them, gently feeling the hardened buds.

A soft moan came over your lips, half swallowed by Crosshair when his lips were suddenly on yours. His kiss was demanding, urgent, dominant, you melted away under him. He broke free of the kiss and moved his lips over your chin, further down to your neck. The touch made you shiver.

"Are you afraid?" he asked quietly.

You shook your head and replied, almost whispering: „I want this... you so much, that the thought of this is already making me... shaky.“

A smirk appeared on Crosshair's lips. The answer pleased him.

Covering your collarbone with gentle kisses, he murmured, "Good girl."

He slid a little lower and his mouth wandered to the mounds of your breasts, kissing them teasingly, his lips wandering to your buds that had already erected in anticipation. When his lips closed around one of the nipples and a hand closed around the other breast, a sweet whimper came out of your mouth. He suckled at the sensitive flesh while his hand gently kneaded your other boob. He switched back and forth between your breasts, listening to the aroused sounds he elicited from you.

"Such a good girl, making such wonderful noises for me," he spoke with satisfaction, his lips wandering over your belly, further down. The further down he wandered, the faster your heart seemed to beat.

Finally his shoulders were between your thighs and his face hovered close over your pussy. You could feel his hot breath on your wet folds and felt your juices gathering.

His gaze wandered over your wet glistening womanhood and he smiled like a hungry predator.

Crosshair's hands slid gently over the insides of your thighs and he looked up at you mischievously.

"I'm curious how you taste," he cooed.

His words made you shiver again.

The fingers of his right hand moved further inward toward your pubic area. Teasingly, gently, testingly, his fingers slid through your folds. An excited sigh escaped you.

"Look at you, so wet, all because of me. I like that, Kitten."

Heat rose to your face and your ears grew hot at his words. It was exciting but you also felt a thrilling shame rising inside you. You were completely naked, he saw all of you and he liked it, an incredibly uplifting feeling.

"I will make you squirm under me and beg for my cock," he promised you in a husked voice.

His words were exciting, but also made you a little nervous. You hadn't had much experience yet and what you had done with Tech had been completely different, mainly because of the alcohol influence and because Tech was a completely different guy.

You winced under his touch as Crosshair quite suddenly flattened his tongue and licked up your pussy in one broad stroke, lingering on your pearl and making your legs tremble. He repeated the motion, taking in your taste, your intoxicating scent, everything about you that he could take in, he did - desperate for every part of this ravishing thing that was you. When he repeated the slow lick a third time, his hands gently squeezed your thighs and before you knew it, Crosshair was plunging in, licking and sucking on your clit like a starved man.

You yelped, partly from surprise, partly from pleasure, automatically your hands squirmed in their bonds, but you couldn't free them.

Your hips tilted unconsciously towards him, triggered by the pleasure you were receiving. His stubble burned a little on your sensitive skin, but somehow that only increased your arousal. The way you kept frictioning against his face, along with the perfect little whimpers and moans you let out, made Crosshiar harden quickly, his shaft swelling with desire and growing impatient. As he continued to take care of you, his hips began to grind into the mattress, needing some form of contact. Crosshair was furious with himself, normally he was in much better control, but now he felt so incredibly needy, you made him feel needy.

Your breath hitched when you saw what he was doing. The fact that he was getting hard and needy just by licking you, was flattering and exciting.

A squeek escaped your lips as he unexpectetly shoved a finger into your wet, heated entrance.

"Kitten you're pretty tight," he murmured against your pearl and the vibration almost sent you over the edge.

He raised his head and stopped for a moment, looking at you. You looked down your body at him with a pleading look.

"Please... don't stop, I'm so close," it came over your lips.

He grinned teasingly.

"I know, I felt your pussy getting tighter".

"Please, Crosshair...:"

He laughed, "I told you I'd make you beg me, didn't I".

You huffed, trying to free yourself from your restraint.

"Now now, don't do that! Be a good girl, tell me what you want, ask me for it and I'll give you what you want."

He grabbed your thighs with both hands and held them apart, holding you spread out like a buffet in front of him. Again and again he sucked your pearl, twitched his tongue through your folds, teasing, making you twitch and squirm. Brought you again and again to the edge only to let you hang and grin at you.

„Crosshair Please!“

"Please what, my sweet, little Kitten?" he asked with an amused undertone.

You could feel the heat on your face as you said, "Please let me cum."

Crosshair looked at you with a smirk.

"How do you want me to make you cum? A special wish?"

Your entire abdomen seemed to be pulsing, the tingling under your skin was almost unbearable and the throbbing of your aching pearl, craved relief so much that you almost snapped at him as you said, "I don't care just do it, please!"

He laughed: "My goodness, are you going to show your claws again? That' s all right, your paws are tied up anyway," he teased you.

He was close to going crazy himself only he could hide it much better. His hard, throbbing cock had been leaking pre cum onto the sheet beneath him for a while.

"Crosshair, I'm about to go nuts here! Please!"

His expression softened, his eyes darkened with desire as he asked you, "What exactly do you want? Tell me? If you say it, you'll get it."

"Fuck me! I need your cock...:"

His eyes got even darker and wider, he immediately crawled over you, pushing himself between your spread legs and lined his cock up at the entrance of your swollen, throbbing pussy.

"Yes, yes, please..." you breathed.

Crosshair smiled very pleased with your reaction. His tip touched your folds, parting them as he slowly advanced and plunged into your cleft. He was big and girthy, veiny. You had only caught a glimpse, but you felt him all the more clearly instead. It was quite a stretch.

He eased in, slowly, giving you time to adapt even if it was hard for him to hold back. When Crosshair was finally completely sunken into you, he paused, breathing in a controlled manner, looking at you. His lips kissed your chin, along your jaw to your ear, and finally whispered, "Oh my little, kitten, you feel amazing."

His words tingled under your skin.

"Such a good girl, taking me all in," he cooed and gently kissed your earlobe.

Your thighs trembled as you closed your legs around him and pressed against him, trying to show him that you were ready. He lifted your pelvis and pulled a pillow over to slide it under your bottom, slightly elevating you so he could get deeper inside you.

A whimper came from your throat, the feeling of him filling you completely was overwhelming.

Crosshair finally began to move inside you.

You whimpered under him and bucked your hips, desperate, wanting, with a soft cry of his name, Crosshair smiled down at you, confident and knowingly as his hips dragged backwards. The slow pull of his cock against your sensitive entrance had you whining below him as your hips chased after his, only to loudly cry out when his hips snapped forward again, startling you.

He repeated these slow drags and quick thrusts for several times until you were writhing beneath him, slurring drunken from arousel and pleading for more, much more. Little did you know that he would give you more than you asked for.

Crosshair teased you until a cry of, “Cross, Please! I beg you!”, left your lips and he finally caved, pretty desperate to give you what you wanted anyways.

Your words had him growling out your name deeply, like an animal, as his hips sped up to a steady rhythm, the sounds of him dicking you down filling the air. His grip on your waist tightened slightly as his cock pounded away and you were shocked by the fast pace he had set. Unexpected yet not unwelcome.

Quite involuntarily, your hand wanted to slip down your body to caress your pearl, but you could only struggle against the restraints with a groan.

"Let me do it," he said, as if he knew instinctively.

His hand slid down your tummy to find your clit, rubbing in tight circles that had you crying out loudly and breathlessly for more. Your hips bucked in time with his thrusts as his cock moved inside you over and over. You were so close to tipping over the edge and your eyes met his as you simpered out, “Crosshair, please I’m so close. I need you Crosshair....”

„Oh I know Kitten, I can feel, see and hear it and it's the most beautiful thing in the galaxy“, he said hoarsly.

Shifting his weight his pace slowed as his free arm slid under your body to grasp at the back of your neck and he leaned down, his chest pressing into yours as his lips caught yours in a searing kiss, making you taste yourself on his lips and tounge.

His adjusted position allowed him to press even deeper into your tight slit, brushing up against that sweet spot inside you, hitting it again and again, on each thrust. He swallowed down your cries as you tipped over the edge, your womanhood spasming and clenching around his length, his fingers at your pearl working you through the orgasm.

You wiggled below him, pressing the two of you together impossibly close, you whined into his mouth as his fingers continued toying with your clit, prolonging your pleasure. Muttering a protest against Crosshairs lips at the overstimulation your were silenced by him pulling back just enough to whisper, “It’s alright kitten, i got you. You can give me one more, I know you can do it, my good girl, my sweet little kitten.”

His words sent a heavy aftershock through your body and your walls fluttered much to Crosshairs delight as he let out a deep moan. His slow, sensual pace continued and your pussy squeezed constantly around his length as the stimulation on your little bundle of nerves got to be too much.

„Crosshair“, you moaned hoarsely „I can... I can't... too much...“

„Yes, yes you can“, he cooed „Such a good girl, be a nice little kitten, cum for me again“

Your hands clenched, struggeling against the restraints, as you attempted to smother your noises as they grew in both frequency and volume the closer you got to your second high, carried by his words.

As Crosshair slammed into you particularly hard, you couldn’t hold back the blissed out noise that slipped over your lips and your eyes rolled back into your head. Crosshair repeated the motion causing the same reaction as you lost yourself in pleasure, feeling like losing your mind.

“You like that? Want me to give it to you like this until you cum for me my rebel darling?” He questioned, continuing the same motion and increasing his speed without waiting for a response.

The word rebel had you confused for a fraction of a moment, but you couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of him inside you.

Though it was just as well since you were fairly incapable of responding to him as your eyes glazed over, feeling close to your second release. The hand that had been on your neck, placed itself over your mouth. You blinked in surprise, distracted for a moment, staring into his face.

"Listen carefully, Kitten, can you hear how wet you are for me?" he asked you, breathing heavily.

Yes indeed you could. Now that he was silent, preventing you from making sounds of pleasure, you could hear it abundantly clear, the sound of his wild thrusts in your slick pussy. His words, aswell as the obscene wet noise, spread heat in your face and ears.

As if determined to wreck you with pleasure, Crosshairs fingers sped up against your clit, rubbing furiously and causing your whole body to tighten - spiraling higher and higher until it was all too much and your body went limp. You felt a rush of liquid as you gushed around his thick cock and the obscene squelching noise that filled your bedroom as the clone fucked you through your orgasm caused an embarrassed moan to escape you, muffled by his hand.

At the feeling of your weak, swollen pussy, clenching around his cock, Crosshair thrust a few more times, until he stilled deep within you as he reached his own peak. His cum shot out in ribbons, filling you up more than you thought possible.

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Hey Jelly, first of all I love you and I love your works! Really no enough amount of gratitude we can express how much we thank you for being so kind and awesome <3. Actually this is my first time requesting for something and I'm glad you're taking time to work all of the requests you got. If I can? May I request for a tortured Levi- again? I've knew you already had that fic/scenario here and it was very good but this is a different one. Levi's preganant wife was kidnapped by his enemies/rival mafia and held hostage to scare Levi as he was known as the most fearsome, dangerous, and strongest mafia leader. But instead of fighting with the other mafia group, Levi chose to surrender himself leading him to be tortured by his enemies. P.S: We all love the strung-up Levi you wrote; bare chested 😳. Please do choose for an ending you will like, I hope this is okay to ask! :))) <3333

Hello! Thank you for the request <3 You're too kind about me. I wish I could do more for people.

Once my wife is safe, I will burn you all.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: married life, mafia AU, pregnant reader, Levi gives himself up to save you, Levi adores you, Levi gets tortured, Levi breaks out and destroys so much, happy ending.

Concept: You've been kidnapped by a rival gang and you expect Levi to send in a massive team to get you, but instead he hands himself over because he doesn't want to put you and your six-month bump to be at risk. When he arrives, they torture him by tying him up, gagging him and beating him. As he hangs there Levi is waiting for his team to contact him that you are safe. Once he sees the signal, Levi breaks out of his restraints and burns the gang base down.

Levi placed an earpiece in his ear that he knew would be hidden. "You better give me the fucking signal."

Armin ran after Levi. "Sir, wouldn't it be better to just go in and take them down. You giving yourself up would just...well...we need you."

Levi turned to Armin. "That's my pregnant wife in there. If I go in like normal, then she or our baby could be at risk. I have to do it this way." He looked up. "Mikasa? Make sure you get my wife safely away."

Mikasa nodded. "I promise."

"Once she's safe, I want that signal." He clicked his neck. "Ready Mikasa?"

Mikasa nodded and walked with him inside the base. He put his hands up as guards pointed their guns at him. He put his hands up, then knelt and linked his fingers behind his head and felt Mikasa slip him something.

Levi looked up. "Tell Zeke I'm giving myself up if he hands my wife over. Mikasa here will be taking my wife away."

A guard nodded and ran into the back, he came back out with you kicking and shouting. "Stop fighting."

You screamed. "I fucking scoop out your eyes!"

Levi called your name. "Darling."

You gasped. "Levi! Pumpkin!"

He smiled a little. "You're so beautiful."

"I love you. You should have seen how these assholes treated me." You frowned. "Why are you kneeling outside our bedroom? What's going on?"

Mikasa held your arm. "We're leaving."

"We are?" You stumbled away. "Wait, why's Levi not joining us? Levi!? Levi! Levi, I swear to fuck if you give yourself up I am slapping you so hard when you get out!"

He looked back at you. "Sorry, my love, but it looks like you'll be slapping me."

Zeke walked out as you shouted threats and screamed as Mikasa carried you away. He looked down at Levi and smirked. "I never thought you'd give yourself up."

Levi glared at Zeke. "That's because you've never been in love before, in fact, you're not capable you heartless fuck!"

"Tie him up and break him."

They dragged Levi down the hall to a holding room. His wrists were tied up above his head and a gag was put in his mouth. He glared at the guard as his shirt was cut open and the knife sliced his skin a little. Levi didn't care what these people did to him because he could take it, he could take it all for you and his unborn baby.

Levi lifted his head as a torturer came in. He knew that this man was nothing compared to him and Hange. Levi barely flinched when he was electrocuted, it felt like nothing against his bare chest. He tilted his head and gave the torturer a look of feeling sorry for them.

The torturer started punching Levi in the gut over and over, but Levi knew that was the worst place to punch someone to give damage. This man needed to hit the neck, face or nuts, not the gut. He flinched a little when his back was smacked and whipped. It was impressive to Levi that they'd use such old ways, but it was nothing compared to what Levi did to people to make them talk.

The torturer stood in front of Levi and took him all in. Levi's feet were just about touching the floor. His shirt was off and his muscles were dripping with sweat and blood. Little burns and bruises were forming on his perfect skin.

The torturer growled. "I'll come back for you later! You can hang there and suffer."

Levi watched the man leave and relaxed a little. He sighed through his nose and clicked his neck. He kept thinking about you and how mad you were going to be when he got home. He smiled a little at how fiesty you were when he saw you. One of the reasons he fell in love with you was because you would stab someone if they pushed you too far. You were a wild thing and he fucking loved it.

"Levi sir?" He lifted his head at Mikasa's voice. "Your wife and baby are safe, we're moving in to get you."

Levi smiled, then grabbed the chains above his wrists. He lifted his body off the floor and put his legs up in the air making the muscles in his arms bulge. He wrapped his legs around the chains so he was upside down. He used what Mikasa gave him and picked the lock.

He flipped his body and landed on his feet. He yanked the gag out of his mouth and side. "Might get one of those for the bedroom." He clicked his neck and sighed. "Right, let's kill some fuckers."

He slid up to the door and knocked on it. As soon as the door opened and a guard walked in, he snapped the man's neck with such force his head was twisted. Levi was angry and it was showing.

He picked up a knife and gun from the guard. He was going to mainly use a knife to keep quiet. He put the gun in the band on his trousers and walked down the hall behind two guards. He grabbed one and ripped it into his throat with the knife spraying blood across the room and onto Levi's arm. As soon as Levi was noticed, he plunged his knife into the other's temple.

Levi looked at the mess and sneered at it. "Tch, disgusting."

He looked up to see a guard notice him and panic. Levi ran right for the armed guard causing more panic and confusion. He jumped into the air and slammed his legs against the guard sending them both to the floor. He stabbed the guard right through the eye and watched his eyeball pop and ooze.

Levi stood up and stole the keys. He went downstairs to the garage full of cars and weapons. He grabbed a fuel can and poured it everywhere. He grabbed a box of matches and struck it.

He looked up and smirked. "Fucking burn, you hairy piece of shit." He flicked it and watched the fire starting. He grabbed a set of keys and climbed onto a motorbike. He drove the bike to the door, opened and drove out to his group waiting. "The place is burning, so start your assault now. I have a pregnant angry wife to get home to."

He revved the engine and raced through the city back to you. He felt so excited to hold you in his arms again and shower you in his love. He pulled up at the base and ran inside. He went all the way up to the penthouse to see you sitting on the sofa waiting.

Levi threw his arms open and called your name. "Darling!"

You looked over at Levi. "Levi!?"

He walked closer. "I missed you."

You stormed over to him. "You made it!"

"Of course."

You slapped him hard across the face. "What the hell were you thinking!? You gave yourself up and you got hurt!" You growled. "You frustrated me so much! You could have used snipers to take the guards out. Now you come back to me bleeding and all hurt."

Levi smiled. "I fucking love you."

You smiled at him. "I love you too." You tangled your fingers in his hair and kissed him roughly. "I need to tend to you and make you better." You frowned at marks on the corners of his mouth. "Did you have a gag in your mouth?"

"Yeah. I was chained up with my arms above my head. I was thinking we try that in the bedroom."

You gasped with a sparkle in your eyes. "I get tied up, then we swap to you?"

He nodded. "I love that we flip control." He wrapped his arms around you and moaned deeply at you. "I can't wait to have you again."

You giggled. "I can't either."

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lostinthewiind · 3 years

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Piss Off Your Parents - Part 8

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: none

Song → 18 by Anarbor

Previous → Part 7

Next → Part 9

Feeling a body shift beside you, you slowly began to wake from your deep, dreamless sleep. With thin rays of sunlight shining through the crack between the curtains, you let a content, sleepy smile toy at the corners of your lips as you rolled over in Keishin's arms and came face to face with his sleeping form.

It had been over a week since you had started staying with Keishin and even though waking up beside someone every morning definitely took some getting used to, you were a little surprised by just how quickly it was beginning to feel normal. Not only that, but you never slept better than you did in Keishin's bed with his warm, calming presence beside you and strong, protective arm draped over your waist.

Eyes closed and lips slightly parted, Keishin was fast asleep. His chest rose and fell rhythmically and at some point during the night, just like every other night, his hair—which wasn't tamed by the headband while he slept—had gotten all messed up and a few strands had fallen into his face.

Whenever you woke up before him, you would always take the chance to just look at him. While he slept, he seemed completely and utterly at peace—no longer burdened by the stress of coaching volleyball, working at the store, and no doubt whatever extra problems you had brought into his life. You thought back to the time you had watched him sleeping on the couch in the back room and sighed happily; the thought of how much things had changed in such a short period of time truly putting things into perspective.

Unable to keep your hands to yourself any longer, you reached out slowly and brushed the loose strands of hair out of his face and tucked them behind his ear—the same way you had done when you two had first had sex and the same way you had done countless times since.

Keishin could sleep through a thunderstorm or the sound of you calling out his name, but as soon as he felt your fingertips graze against his cheek, his eyes fluttered open. Upon noticing he was awake, you made your touch more prominent and caressed his face.

"Good morning," you whispered, unwilling to raise your voice any more than that and ruin the soft ambiance of the early morning.

Keishin leaned into your touch and smiled softly. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," you answered as you ran your thumb along his bottom lip, internally debating if you should ambush him with kisses now or wait until he had woken up a little more first. Chuckling to yourself over your own thoughts, you caught yourself staring at his lips and directed your gaze back to his eyes. "I'm just looking at you."

Keishin scoffed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your thumb. "Why?"

"Because you look so beautiful when you're asleep," you told him matter-of-factly. "Not that you don't always look beautiful," you added quickly before he could make some sort of sarcastic comment.

Keishin rolled his eyes before pulling you flush against his chest and kissing you. "You're such a sap, you know that?"

You laughed. "First, I'm dramatic. Now I'm a sap. What's next?"

"I have no idea." Keishin shrugged the best he could while lying down. "What I do know, however," he glanced at the clock, "is that we need to get up and get ready."

Following Keishin's gaze to the time, you huffed sadly when you noticed there were only five minutes left until your alarm would go off, forcing you to get ready to open the store. "Can't we just stay in bed all day?" you asked, hoping you could convince him to stay under the covers with you.

"Not unless we want to go broke and end up living under a bridge together."

You chuckled as Keishin crawled out of bed, the temptation of slapping his ass gently when he stood up almost too much but you managed to control yourself. "Together?" You grinned. "You'd stay with me even if we were both dirt poor?"

Keishin rolled his eyes playfully at your takeaway from his statement. "Of course." He collected his clothes before making his way around to your side of the bed and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But I think I like plumbing and heating too much to give them up, so let's shower and get ready."

Sitting up in bed, you cocked an eyebrow. "You want to shower together?"

Keishin flashed a devilish smirk as he headed for the bathroom. "Purely for the purpose of saving water." He disappeared into the bathroom and seconds later his boxers flew out and landed on the floor, indicating he was completely nude. "But if you hate the planet, then I guess that's on you."

Your cheeks flushed red but nevertheless, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and began removing your clothes as you approached the bathroom. "Sure," you laughed as you closed the bathroom door behind yourself and let your eyes wander over Keishin's wet, naked body as he stood under the steaming water. "If it's for the planet, how could I possibly say no?"

20 minutes of passionate kissing and soapy hands exploring every inch of each other's body later, the two of you towelled off and finished getting ready before sitting down for a quick breakfast together.

"So the volleyball team has a game today, right?" you asked Keishin as you poured milk into your bowl of cereal. Keishin nodded. "What time do you think you will be home?"

Keishin thought for a moment before answering. "Probably around six or seven tonight. The game is right after school so it shouldn't run too late."

"Okay." You sat down across from him at the table. "Should we get dinner after I close up the shop?"

Keishin nodded again. "Sounds like a plan."

With a few more bites of his breakfast, Keishin was setting his dishes in the sink, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, and rushing down the stairs and out of the building to start his day.

As you listened to his footsteps stomp down the stairs, followed by the sound of the back door opening and closing to indicate that he had left, you sighed to yourself and sat back in your chair. It was then that you took a minute to think about everything; your job, your boyfriend, your living arrangements, your tattered relationship with your parents. In the span of a few months, your life had completely turned upside down, but that wasn't the part that freaked you out the most.

What really got you thinking was the fact that, even though your life had done a complete 180, you had never been happier; which led to the constant internal questioning about if you had ever really been happy before you had met Keishin at all, or if this was just a different kind of happy—a happy that only a stable, supportive significant other could provide.

Before you had the chance to get lost in your thoughts, you snapped out of it, finished your breakfast, and headed downstairs to open the shop and begin your day.

As usual, you dealt with the typical morning rush of people stopping in to grab a coffee or other various food items on their way to work or school. Once the mid-morning slump hit and the customer traffic went way down, you took the time to do some routine cleaning and inventory. By now, you were like a well-oiled machine when it came to the daily task of running the store.

Around noon, as you were finishing up stocking some shelves, the front door opened and a very well-dressed man strolled into the store. "Hello," you greeted him, standing from where you were kneeling in front of the shelves and dusting off your pants.

The man gave you a once over, eyeing you from head to toe. Without so much as an acknowledging nod, he brushed past you and toward the full-length fridges at the back.

Assuming the man just wasn't in a chatty mood, you took the empty boxes to the storage room. When you exited, the man was already standing at the front counter, impatiently tapping his foot while he held two bottles of water in his hands.

"Sorry for the wait," you apologized. "Just the waters today?"

The man just nodded and let out a grunt.

Trying not to take his dismissive attitude too seriously, you rang up his purchases and gave him the total. Instead of pulling out his wallet, however, he just gave you a dirty look.

"That's a little expensive for two bottles of water, don't you think?" he retorted.

You didn't know what to say to that, so you shrugged. "I'm sorry, I don't make the prices, sir," you told him. "I just work here."

Huffing loudly, the man fished his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out some bills before tossing them haphazardly onto the counter. "Fine. Don't forget my change."

Before you could open the cash register, the front doors opened again and a woman dressed in a beautiful dress with her hair done up elegantly walked in and stopped beside the man before you. "Have you paid yet?" she asked the man, who was either her boyfriend or husband based on the way she was hanging off of his arm. "I just realized I'm out of cigarettes."

"I'm just paying now," he told her, his face softer than you had seen it yet before he turned back to you and asked for the brand of cigarettes that his partner smoked.

Spinning around, you felt your stomach twist at the sight of the empty dispenser of cigarettes, meaning that you were out of the brand he had requested. Of course, the delivery for that day hadn't come in yet, making your job even harder right now.

Plastering the warmest smile on your face that you could muster, you turned back to the couple. "I apologize, but we are all out of that brand. Can I get you something else?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "No, everything else tastes like garbage."

"I see." You stepped back up to the cash register. "So just the waters then?"

The man nodded. "I guess so if your shitty little store doesn't even stock up on popular brands of cigarettes." He watched you intently as you opened the register and counted his change. "I knew we should have stopped somewhere other than this hole in the wall."

As much as you so desperately wanted to rip this man and his spoiled girlfriend a new one, you bit your tongue instead and grinned as you handed him back his change. "Here you are." You dropped the coins into his outstretched hand. "Have a wonderful day."

Neither one of them said anything in response as they turned on their heels and marched out of the store, noses turned up at everything around them. As you watched them get into their fancy car and speed away, you wondered if they treated everyone like that or just lowly corner store workers like yourself.

Trying to let the incident slide off of you like water off of a duck's back, you returned to the remaining tasks on your to-do list and tried to forget all about being treated like a second-class citizen.

As the day turned to late afternoon and the after-school and after-work rush hit, you had found your way back into your groove again.

An hour or so before closing time, and roughly around the time Keishin would be returning, you heard a pair of heels clacking against the tile floor and stood up front behind the counter only to come face-to-face with your mother. Dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, it was obvious she had just come from work, but your attention was more focused on the envelope she was holding out to you.

"This came for you the other day." She didn't even bother with a simple greeting even though it had been weeks since you had seen or spoken to her or your father.

"Oh, okay." You reached out and took the envelope from her. Turning it over, you felt your heart jump into your throat when you read that it was from the University of Tokyo.

You looked up at your mother expectantly but she waved you off. "Don't ask me what it says, I didn't open it," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "Why didn't you tell your father and me that you applied to the University of Tokyo? It's a very good school."

"Because I didn't do it for you," you said as you tucked the envelope into your back pocket. "And I certainly didn't do it to go to law school or anything you guys would approve of."

Your mother narrowed her eyes at you. "Then why did you do it?"

"To play soccer," you answered, your mind immediately going to the conversation you had had with Keishin while taking inventory together. "And because I told someone I would."

Your mother eyed you for a minute more, waiting to see if you would reach for the envelope again to open it. When you made no indication of sharing your application results with her, she hummed softly. "Well, whatever that letter says, you should take some time to seriously consider what your next step is going to be." She turned to leave but stopped halfway to the door and looked at you over her shoulder. "It's not too late to make the right choice. Think carefully before you throw your life away."

With that, your mother exited the store, leaving you with a mixed slurry of emotions and no clue how to deal with any of them.

Pulling the envelope out of your back pocket, you set it down on the counter in front of you and stared at it. Whatever was printed on the single piece of paper inside would set a course for your future . . . although you were unsure if you even still wanted the future that this piece of paper could give you.

All you wanted was to be happy, and all you knew was that Keishin gave you that.

Anything more felt like asking for too much.

Anything more felt like a gamble that wasn't worth the risk.

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