#like girl i don't BLAME YOU because SAME but that wasn't necessary

[ginevrapng]

𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃

pairing: fwb!james x reader

word count: 1.5k words

warnings and contents: for my friends with benefits james there is no smut asdfghjkl, hurt, jealousy, FLUFF

you're sitting in the great hall eating breakfast and you spot james across the hall with all the other gryffindors. you're unable to stop your lip quirk upwards as you hear his boisterous laugh, which you guess is due to some joke or prank he's retelling.

your small smile drops as you see lily evans walk up the marauders. you've never had a problem with her, she is a popular gryffindor that is friendly and works well to get top marks but the way she's walking up to the marauders, looking at james determined and with a mission, fills you with slight dread. if you were completely honest you felt she spent more time with james then necessary, especially considering how they've got their own friends and how many times she turned him down in the past.

the hall is already pretty quiet due to everyone already have eaten and a lot of people stop their conversations or lower their voices as they see lily go up to james. everyone in every house knows that's irregular. for the previous years of hogwarts james followed lily everywhere like a lost puppy always asking her out and coming up to her but he had stopped. no one knew why. it was because of you.

because the hall became so silent you heard what evans asked james and you wished the hall was louder, you wished you didn't hear, you wish you were somewhere else, anywhere else, you started to become sick as she asked james if he's free this weekend to go to hogsmeade. "i don't know, i think remus has to study but i know sirius and peter are free too. are all the other girls going?" at that moment it's hard to tell if he's actually oblivious or if he knows exactly what she's asking him but he's choosing not to answer. he has a smile on his face but even from a distance it looks a bit forced to you.

if you were anyone else you would lean to the fact he's being oblivious but you're not anyone, people always underestimate james and you have a feeling james knows exactly what she's actually asking but for some reason he's pretending that he has no clue what she means but you don't know why he'd do that. james is kind and wouldn't want to embarrass someone so publicly but at the same time you're unsure of why he'd be so sure of turning her down but the fact that he is does makes you incredibly happy, you won't tell him that though.

"oh, i don't actually know what the girls are doing. i meant just us two. like on a date?" lily asks him, not wavering at all even with what james has previously said.

james sighs under his breath. "i've got things to do, you should go with someone else."

"what about another weekend?" lily asks, hopeful and you don't blame her for that, anyone would be hopeful asking out someone who in the past asked them out every other day.

"lily, i'm sorry if i'm hurting your feelings but i don't want to go on a date with you," he tells her and you can see that he's trying to be as nice as he can be in a situation like this. no one caught on to the fact that james said that he's only sorry that he's hurt her feelings, he's not sorry for not wanting to date her though, like it's not even an option on my mind, he's not entertaining the thought about going on a date with her, you don't catch on, lily doesn't, the marauders don't, no one does.

everyone is stunned, they thought for sure he'd say yes, he has been pining after her for so long and most people just thought he started playing hard to get, giving her some distance until she recognises how much she misses him but that wasn't true at all. lily never crosses his mind anymore, why would she? he has you. you're all he thinks about. yeah at one point he fancied lily but he loves you.

after a couple beats lily replies with an, "oh, alright then. i guess i'll see you in the common room." this time it's lily that forces a smile. james doesn't respond. she has just been rejected and it's making her feel dejected, not only does james not want to go on a date with her but he doesn't want to hang out with her either. the whole time she thought this was some ploy from james to get her attention but she realised she was wrong. he has no interest in her at all.

as soon as lily's out of earshot and going out of the great hall you hear the loud voices of james' friends. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT PRONGS? DON'T YOU WANT LILY ANYMORE?"

"that was mean james, you didn't have to reject her in front of everyone."

"YOU DON'T WANT EVANS? I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. I NEVER THOUGHT THIS DAY WOULD COME. CAN I GO FOR HER?"

"i've got to say i'm surprised to prongs, i never thought you'd shut lily down like that. she really does like you and if this is some trick to get her to like you more, don't do it. she talks about you a lot."

james interrupts his friends knowing this could go on all morning and knowing that you're definitely hearing all this, worried you might be getting the wrong idea. "you can go for her pads, it's none of my business." they all look even more shocked as they hear this but he carries on, "i have no interest in lily whatsoever, yes i used to but i moved on from that. i didn't try to be mean peter but she wasn't taking a hint, i kept trying to tell her no and to let her down gently and moony honestly you shouldn't be surprised if anything it's more surprising that this hasn't happened sooner, me and lily have absolutely nothing in common and we can barely hold a conversation together that last more than ten minutes."

they're all rendered speechless at james as they realise he is 100 percent serious about this. no matter if lily chases james just like he chased her his answer will always be the same, no.

in james' eyes lily doesn't hold a candle to you.

he flicks his eye to where you're sitting and you briefly make eye contact. james was feeling in a bit of a negative mood after what happened but that immediately changed when he glances at you to see that you're already looking at him. you see a stupid grin appear on his face, uncontrolled and automatic, you quickly look down knowing that you've been caught watching him. as you're looking down you smile at the whole situation. james told lily no, and he said it so certain like nothing could change his mind. that absolutely stopped the sicky feeling you had. no one would notice you smiling as you're looking away from everyone but james knew that's what you'd be doing.

james wants to grab your face and lift it up so you're looking at each other again, he already misses your face and the colours of your eyes and it's only been a second since you've looked away from him. he wants to see your bashful smile as you try to look away from him again but he'll just place hundreds of kisses all over your face instead. he wants to desperately tell you that lily doesn't mean anything to him, you have gotten jealous on occasion due to lily even if you deny it, hopefully this might help. he wants to tell you that there's nothing to be jealous about. although you both know that he'll likely tease you about how you was "staring" at him the whole time when he turned down lily.

"what the fuck are you grinning about james?" remus asks, he seems the most annoyed with james about how he handled the situation, remus and lily are study buddies so they are actually good friends and he's known for awhile how lily has felt about james he's just always thought james still feels the same way, he thought it was mutual.

james snaps out off his thoughts of you, not wanting the marauders to question him about you. "nothing important," james replies, not looking back at you.

he hopes that he'll have the chance to talk to you today, even if it's for five minutes. maybe you'll talk about your plans for the weekend and you can try and find time to get together, maybe you'll tease him and say lily invited you to hogsmeade while you were at dinner.

#james potter x reader #james potter x reader fluff #james potter smut #fwb!james #james potter x reader smut #james potter #james potter fluff #james potter hc #james potter fic #marauders fic #♡ james #♡ mine / writing #marauders headcanon #marauders x reader fluff #marauders x reader smut #marauders x you #marauders x reader #hp x reader #harry potter x reader #hp x reader fluff #harry potter x reader fluff #marauders fluff #hp #hp marauders #harry potter #hp fic

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Choso and Little Sister! Reader

This was the Request of a lovely Anonnymous, i hope You enjoy it sweetie!(sorry if it's a little short!)

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: MANGA AND ANIME SPOILERS SPOILERS!!!, READ UNDER YOUR OWN RISK!!mentioned death, Kenjaku is a Terrible father, but Choso is a sweetheart. I think nothing more. Fluff.

you were another of Noritoshi Kamo's experiments.

You were the only girl, Noritoshi wanted to see if maybe using a female container would finally create something "interesting" to his liking.

but unfortunately (or fortunately) you did not meet his expectations in the slightest, even if you were more stable and humanoid than most of your brothers.

He wasn't disappointed, but he definitely wasn't surprised.

Choso, Kechizu and Esou tried to encourage you at the time, since they had all received similar treatment to you at the time and they wanted to help you not take it to heart.

Choso especially with his big brother complex had a great pleasure in comforting you, not only because of his burning hatred towards his father, but because in general he found that he liked the feeling of being loved by you.

You loved all your brothers, Kechizu and Esou also protected you a lot from Kamo.

They all had a certain special attachment to you, being the only girl, they felt like they had to protect you, you never felt excluded with them unlike with your father.

but eventually everything went upside down.

and then you were sealed with your brothers, for a long, long time.

but then you woke up.

and your first impulse was to see your brothers.

Fortunately (at the time) Kechizu, Esou and Choso were fine, but everything had changed drastically since the Edo Period. everything was so modern.

and humans were...well, normal. You knew you wouldn't have the chance to have a normal life being what you were. You weren't human or curse completely.

Choso had that same line of thinking, so he allied himself with Geto. I thought that this way they would have a better chance of living. a world for you...

but then Kechizu and Esou died...

and you could feel it very vividly when their lives ended...

and you felt horrible.

Choso did everything he could to comfort you, he would do what he used to do when they were young, end whatever had hurt them.

This Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kusigaki killed their brothers and hurt you, they will not come out alive.

Now it was just you and Choso. so he became considerably more clingy and protective of you.

nothing invasive, he simply did things like always go with you or not leave you alone with Curses that he considered "untrustworthy" like Mahito (rightfully so).

If someone (for example, Jogo) directly seeks a physical fight with you, Choso will practically teleport in front of you to cover you and HE will be the one to threaten him with Violence.

Nobody fucks when it comes to you.

You are someone curious, so you try to learn some things from humans, as part of you wants to be like them. Choso understands this and supports you 100% (although he sees it more as a way to "know how the enemy thinks").

HE IS SO GENTLE WITH YOU, if you insist on wanting to develop a cursed technique, he will teach you his Blood technique, but don't expect him to teach you more of the Theory (of the little he knows about his own technique), Choso will be breaks my heart at the thought of hitting YOU to train🥺

He just doesn't see it necessary at first because "why would you need to fight if I'm always protecting you?" But in an innocent way. He's just a little Paranoid and scare to let you on your own knowing what happen to your brothers.

Also, if he goes somewhere on his own, he brings you things that he considers "cute" or "girlish" (because he is still used to having only one younger sister), such as flowers, accessories, decorations, toys, etc.

Wildly protective, even over small things, you can't blame him after what he went through with his brothers. If you get into a fight with Jogo or Mahito, Choso-nissan is about to have a "talk" with him if you know what I mean.

If you manage to have a cursed technique useful enough to send you into combat, Choso will always be near you, without exception. And always with the same "it is my duty as the older brother to protect you"

Although the more experience you gain and the better you are at fighting, you and Choso develop an almost impenetrable joint fighting style. so he relaxes a little. not much, but a little.

If we go further into the story, you two were separated by the time he went after Itadori, although it wasn't exactly by choice, "Geto" said it was unfair that you both went, which is why you were originally going to take on Kugisaki.

but you got lost.

Now, I can honestly see Choso not letting you participate in the Shibuya massacre mostly out of practicality, so when you saw the amount of deaths they had caused, it really came as a surprise.

but when you felt something strange...

the same feeling as when they killed Kechizu and Esou...but this was not Choso...

You went to look for him, and when he explained the situation, it was a shock to say the least.

actually "Geto" was Noritoshi Kamo...

your father...

and Yuji Itadori was your younger brother....

It was a lot to digest.

but they didn't waste time going to confront him, after all Choso almost killed his/your brother!

(You definitely wanted Yuji to call you "One-chan"/"One-san" even just once, because for once you weren't the youngest sibiling).

(If, similarly to Choso, you are having visions of false memories where everyone is a happy family, this feeds EVEN MORE that need to hear it directly from Yuji. You want your cute little brother back :( )

With the addition of Yuji to the mix, everything becomes more chaotic, but in some ways, happier.

Now you feel like you finally have a responsibility, taking care of Yuji like a good big sister, so you constantly ask Choso for advice on doing so, which makes his heart MELT.

For Yuji it would be quite strange at first, but unlike Choso you don't seem older than him, but eventually he gets used to your presence, and since you didn't try to kill him, he warms up to you much faster.

If Yuji calls you "Onee-san" either to say that you're "something like his Big sister" or by accident, the boy won't let go of your hug (and additionally Choso, because he LOVES your hugs) for at least an hour. .

Choso continues to watch you like a Falcon. Even if you have Yuji now, he doesn't neglect you in the least. He tries to be aware of your emotions, especially with the losses that occur at that point in the story.

As I said above, one way in which you and Choso express affection for each other is through hugs, he is tall, so he gives the BEST BEAR HUGS IN THE WORLD and even though you are smaller than him, you give strong hugs, for so they use this as a great source of comfort.

It is a habit that you have had since you were "born" after all.

Yuji tries to teach you and Choso basic normal human things, which is pretty fun because it's like teaching an adult baby how to walk again🤣😅

(If you see The Human Worm you will definitely end up crying, you can't help it, you identify a lot with the main character)

Now that you have the chance, Choso is fine with you experiencing as many "normal" things as you want! whether interacting with other humans, having friends, having hobbies, etc.

He is happy to see you every day being happier yourself :,)

definitely big on preventing Kenjaku's comments from sticking in your head, he assures you that you are interesting and unique in your own way (and that Kenjaku is shit, so his opinion doesn't count).

I also think that at this point Choso would be more open with you with his insecurities, even if he wants to maintain the big brother image, he knows that you have the right to think for yourself and have your own point of view, and it feels WRONG to hide things from you.

He already feels bad enough for having taken the "easy way" due to the fact that humans wouldn't accept them, and that's why he left Yuji alone, and dragged you with him... dragged you to a life where you killed people, REAL humans...

but fortunately you were able to see things in a similar way to Yuki, yes, you are not human as such, but you two feel, you can suffer, you can be happy, you can empathize, isn't that enough to be human?

A part of you didn't understand. But you were there for you brother.

In general, Choso is a very loving older brother, who loves you with everything he is, he will do ANYTHING to protect you from everyone, Sukuna, Kenjaku, it doesn't matter, there will be no one to harm you, not with your older brother with you.

He loves you very much.

Shares, reglogs, and comments are very welcome!

Thank You for the Request ❤️

#headcanons #fem reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu no kaisen #platonic choso #choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk choso #choso

[graspingremlinhands]

So @milk-powrit asked me to draft why I didn't like GxK, to which I decide to oblige.

DISCLAIMER: Those are my personal opinions; of a fan of Monsterverse since 2014 and a nobody with any competence in analyzing media, save some common sense and maybe rudimentals??

Also I already hugely disliked Godzilla vs Kong so my discontent had a part in how I enjoyed the movie.

To conclude English is not my first langauge and even in my langauge, debate is not one of my strenght.

Spoilers alert; so skip or I kindly suggest to block the tag: Godzilla x Kong spoiler.

Let's start with the first thing: I don't enjoy how the tone of the movie shifted so drastically from Kotm to GvsK.

In this post, a youtube user explained better than me why the shifting tone felt like a downgrade. If in Godzilla (2014) Godzilla was introduced by hearing his foot stomping on the ground. It was heavy, massive, it reverbered on the glass of the airport. It felt natural, realistic. How a creature that BIG would move in the real world.

As the user said Realistic =/= Seriousness. Godzilla can be goofy. But Monsterverse!Goji was estabilished in a setting, that was the real world.

In both GvsK and in GxK Godzilla does not feels natural. Was necessary for Godzilla to evolve, to be more nimble, when already in GvsK was already moving in a way unnatural?

Or pulling the 0 gravity fight? What purpose had the evolution, if in the end it was not even necessary. Had really improved his fighting skills? They were the same, on earth and in the hollow earth.

2 reason: I've seen around posts about how media litteracy has gone bad; in some ways about people can no longer sospend their belief and calls anything a plot-hole.

But I think that one thing is suspending the belief but another is the director of the movie making the plot moving from point A to point B without telling the audience how.

For example: Suspension of belief: They had the Beast Glove ready to use, because Monarch was already working on it ✅

But why Jia is the chosen one of the day? How the Iwi in hollow earth knew of Skull island? How the shard to control Shimo works? Why Godzilla would respond to the distress call of the people who fought against him? Why Mothra has a connection to the iwi, in particular. Since in Kong: skull island there's no reference to her? How Jia flew back on Earth with Mothra, without dying for the gravitational pull?.

Not everything has to be the viewer's guess that's what I'm saying.

3 point: Shimo and Skar King are as much wasted potential as it was MechaGodzilla was in GvsK.

Skar is menacing yes, has the ability and dexterity of a formidable foe. He's vile and disgusting, oppressing his clan (let's call it that) and he's even an abusive father. All of these things: but as a villain he's really that dangerous?

He was introduced as this terrible tyrant, a danger to the world. And he wasn't even trying to go on Earth; he went up by accident basically. Because the Iwi had to play with gravity. Or should I believe him, forcing his subordinate moving rocks was to build a staircase to the upside?

And Shimo, sweet girl. She looks so horrible. Her white scales don't blend in for anything. Like she was photoshopped last minute. Her powers do damage I see. But her being presented as one or The first Titan do actually mean something to the plot, to the character? Or a simple red-herring to made her more interesting than she actually is?

Because at the end of the day SHE IS A PET!!

"Oh Kong now has found a mate, so cute". My brothers on earth, she goes on four, is used as a mount the all time and she kept panting the whole time. That's a pet, the old dog you have to force inside when it snows.

It was pretty disappointing.

Last but not least the reason I personally dislike Wingard take on the Monsterverse, which is the point you could probably throw away all my arguments, compelling or not because it's really a ME issue, who don't think no one'd agree and I don't blame anybody for it.

I HATE HOW WINGARD DECIDED TO PORTRAY GODZILLA.

I don't hold nothing over him for having Kong as his favorite. That's personal taste, I respect it.

But when it comes to at the expense of the other protagonist, it rubs me so in the wrong way.

On this point I don't know if I want to discuss it further, but boy I do have to complain on this topic.

To summarize I'm mad Godzilla doesn't get to have the same introspection and grace is allowed to Kong, knowing he can to (if you read the Dominion comic. But since they are only distributed in the US not many does. OR should care about it. Cause I'm first a supporter of the idea that if a media is not capable to give all the informations in like the Movie, you the audience should not have to pay for more. So basically the Novelitation are cool but also a scam)

That's all I had to say about it.

Hoping any of this uphere is comprehensible. If in the end I only sound like a rambling idiot I accept it. This movie is too stupid to be too mad about it.

I'll just ignore it

#the communication ends here #godzilla x kong: the new empire #godzilla #my reviews #I guess #i'm may be too critical but that's what it is #monsterverse #legendary pictures #godzilla 2014 #legendary kong #godzilla x kong spoilers

[thediktatortot]

Harringrove, Angst, medical issues.

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At first it was the memory issues.

It was little things, keys, wallet, coats, the things every person lost and found on any good day...but it was other things too; cups of water, medication, photos, missed phone calls, forgotten dates...names.

No one wanted to really pay attention to those things though, the little things, chocking it up to simple forgetfulness and absentmindedness for the sake of nothing being wrong. No one wanted to break the proverbial wall of 'Nothing's Wrong'.

There were other signs of course, like the random mood swings, the mixing of words, panicked phone calls in the middle of the night because no one knew where he was or they would wake up to a confused phone call of their own.

He snapped more often, got angry at his friends and his lover, repeated the same stories multiple times as though he had forgotten he'd not been the only one there.

They thought it might be his PTSD re-surging, a wave of old memories causing him grief in his midlife crises- they should have noticed it sooner, should have done something, said something, pushed him to see a professional...but no one wanted to talk about it.

No one wanted to notice the growing elephant in the room and break the fragile world that everything was okay.

Everything was...not okay.

Everything was dismal and bleak.

Early Dementia is what the doctors said, most likely brought on by the multiple recorded concussions in Steve's medical history and as both Billy and the other's knew...ones that weren't listed.

The guilt was...immeasurable. Steve himself was the only one who even dared be positive over the diagnosis, holding Billy tight in his arms to sooth both Billy and himself.

"It's okay...It's not your fault...Don't ever blame yourself." Steve kissed Billy on the crown of his head where they sat together, the warmth of their shared bedroom of the last thirty years both a comfort and a reminder of their aging bodies- aging minds.

Billy would blame himself though, nothing would ever be able to pry that nail out of his heart, that one rusted nail of grief and guilt over maybe being the deciding factor, the tipping point. The Reason.

The doctors said there were ways to slow the onset of the disease, ways to build up healthy memory functions and regain small bits of self reliance and autonomy, but it wasn't a cure.

There wasn't a cure and Billy wanted to tare down entire cities with his rage over that fact. How could other dimensions with monsters and little girls with mind powers be real...but not a simple cure for a fucking disease?

It's not fair.

It's not right.

It's not supposed to happen to them, they saved the world more times than should have been necessary and-...and now they have to suffer too?

Was it not enough to bleed and to cry and too loose and to wake panicked in the night over wind and rain at their windows or the darkness of the night?

It wasn't fair.

And Steve- Steve was so...so good, so calm, so caring, so attentive to those around him already processing the grief of their loved one who was still there...but fading. Always fading.

"You know...I'm glad it's me." Steve would say, tears in his eyes as he smiled. "I'm- so glad I don't have to watch you or any of the kids...disappear."

It was selfish of Steve to say, in Billy's opinion, because he had to watch it. Billy had to watch Steve disappear and the kids had to watch him disappear and it hurt so goddamned bad.

But Billy knew he couldn't grieve his lover while he still lived, it wasn't right, it wasn't fair to Steve and it wasn't fair to the kids.

It wasn't fair but it was happening and the only thing they could do was to just keep living their lives. Keep experiencing and making new memories, take photos and write letters, buy shirts with event names, sign cards with love and kisses, visit more and just...exist more.

Billy and Steve's house had always been the hangout spot, but after Steve's diagnosis, it became a second home for anyone and everyone whenever they wanted. Photos cluttered the walls, memories and dates written down and notes pinned to pinboards so Steve could look back on things in case he forgot them.

It became their thing, the Wall of Memories, they called it, and it was all for Steve.

And after Steve could no longer leave his home, when Billy became his primary care person who dealt with Steve's worst days and made sure he was present for Steve's best, the Wall of Memories became Steve's home, his world.

The living room became the bedroom, the bedroom became the third guest room and when all of that was gone, when the living room bedroom was no longer needed and the smell of hospital soap and white linens took over, the Wall of Memories became everyone's.

#I'm sorry #I'm in a mood #Steve harrington #Dementia #Billy Hargrove #Ficlet #Harringrove

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

TSITP 2x07 - "Love Affaire" : Review

It was finally looking like a summer vibe type of episode.

Did anyone notice that in this episode we didn't have any Belly's POV / voice-over. I would have loved to have her thoughts on the kiss she shared with Jeremiah.

I was honestly shock by Laurel attitude toward Belly at the beginning, the slap wasn't necessary.

We got robbed of any Taylor and Steven's moments.

The house plot got resolved quite easily it just needed for Laurel to get sooner to Cousins. Aunt Julia is not to be blamed, but Adam.... I honestly still don't get the necessity of why this character was created in the first place. Even worse the movers move all the stuff from the house to replace them exactly in the same place again? Very convenient. As for Adam I will become homeless with his solution? Isn't the principal house in Boston also full with Susannah's memories?

I'm glad that Belly and Conrad got to talk and appeased the situation.

I'm also glad that Jeremiah and Conrad got to talk on the beach and share thoughts. To have a mature conversation for once.

I loved every touching moment between Jeremiah and Belly, and there were a lot.

I would have loved for Belly to confess the feelings she has about Jeremiah to Conrad, but maybe not just before a super important examen.

I honestly cried during Laurel and Susannah's flash back. It was emotionally intense.

I really didn't see the bromance coming between Steven and Conrad.

Belly and Steven's moment was nice in this episode.

We finally learned that we are currently in June, because the 4th of July has not yet passed.

Furthermore, I firmly believe that it's Belly last time at the Cousins house during this season. The way she looked at the front of the house when Jeremiah drive them away.

Then it was the best part where Jeremiah got to show Flinch College to Belly. The complicity of those two together is phenomenal. The way they were flirting but without getting in not to hurt each other. He is definitively her best friend, the boy she knows better than anyone else. The ideal partner that every girl wants in their life. And during the tour, we could really see a glimpse of their future together on the campus as boyfriend and girlfriend. The all scene made me think about an ad for "Abercrombi & Fitch".

And then the moment that everyone was waiting for since the beginning of the season finally happened, but everything made it more messy, because finally everything was settled and went "back to normal", but Belly decided to kiss Jeremiah in Brown and not during their tour in Flinch, creating this all mess in the first place. In a way, I think she did it because she became aware of what she could have during their journey back to Brown and she couldn't miss her chance. She wants Jeremiah and the future they will have as she told him so well inside the Volleyball court. I really could picture them there living a beautiful couple life. But then Conrad caught them, that's why Belly was wearing the Brown sweat, never exchanging it with the Flinch sweat, as a foreshadowing that Conrad is still there. As for the kissing part on the Ranger Rover, some people are saying that's Conrad's car, but I honestly don't see the point in it, because I'm pretty sure that the true owner of the car is their father who had the money to buy this type of car in the first place.

As for the kiss it was very hot, the most intense kiss two characters has shared in this series. Jeremiah was true to his world, he really couldn't stop kissing her and touching her too. At one point, I thought he would put down Belly on the front of the car and take her here and there (oh my mind.... what are you doing to me). But Conrad appeared at the wrong time and the wrong moment.

As for the cliffhanger it's really a kind of season's ending scene. I could honestly see this episode to be the last before season 3.

#tsitp thoughts #tsitp season 2 #tsitp 2 #tsitp #tsitp 2x07 #love affaire #the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty season 2 #belly x jeremiah #belly x jeremiah x conrad #team jelly #where are taylor and steven #tsitp review

[gaykarstaagforever]

I watched (500) Days of Summer, which I never saw. In 2009 I was at least the generational target for this, in that I'm around the same age as JGL and Zooey Deschanel. I think I missed it because at the time I was too edgelord for what were marketed as romantic comedies. Plus it gave off serious Zach Braff indie hipster energy and I was out of that phase and annoyed by it by like 2005.

I remember discourse on here about it more recently than that. Which makes sense, because it is a pretty good movie I think everyone in their mid-20s (especially men) can immediately relate to. Sad that those men probably won't see it like I didn't, because they are too X for movies without blue sky beams.

The cast is good and it is well-constructed, with only a couple awkward things. Narration wasn't necessary even if I know why it was there (evidence of main character Tom's view of himself as the star of the world). And the movie doesn't need to keep stopping to explain what it is trying to say (at least, not to me, because I am super-smart and never entirely miss the point of a movie). But I like the non-linear progression and the unexpected surrealist moments, like the dance number with the animated birds, and the parody French New Wave movie.

The ENTIRE MOVIE is peering into and out through Tom's perspective of reality, and he is a kid pretending to be an adult who can't feel anything without it consuming him. What he thinks he knows is just media tropes he has consumed and egotistically forgotten didn't come from reflecting on his own experiences. He considers himself the player character in a video game where anything he does with other people is only a success when he "wins" something. He takes relationship advice from his little sister as if she were Yoda, because she is precocious and eager and he is too immature to know the difference between that and actual insight.

And none of this is bad or makes him a bad person. This is simply a complex definition of being young. Tom is young, and doesn't know how young he is, and is annoying and emotionally manipulative because of that. And aren't we, weren't we, all? Growing up is growing through that and learning to laugh at the emo baby goon you were.

Now, my question is, does the movie know that? I'm not sure. Sometimes it seems to appreciate how Tom is the cause of and solution to all of his problems. Other times it seems as if trapped itself in Tom's pissy sexist immaturity, blaming Summer and society and the media for why pretty girls are impenetrable mysteries who don't ever get how intense male creepiness is what devotion IS, dammit!

It was like the screenplay was written by a guy who was almost over a divorce. But not quite. And while that may be an emotionally honest tone, it muddles what I think they were hoping to show. Not that Tom isn't in his way a victim, as we all are, of the times and places in which we live, and of the whims of other people. But the degree to which that matters seems far more irrelevant here, where it is clear that the great bulk of Tom's issues are him being a desperate selfish man-baby who thinks of women as trophies and toys to satisfy his need for play.

A movie from Summer's perspective would be very different. She is young and selfish too, but also demonstrates a healthy self-acceptance. She knows who she is, more or less, and knows what she is about, more or less. ...Until she doesn't. But that isn't flightiness or mysterious feminine wiles. That's a person doing life. We are ALL like that. Summer seems to understand that about herself, at least better than Tom does about anyone.

But again, the fact that the movie has named her Summer, and Tom meets Autumn at the end and appears poised to go off not treating another woman as an actual person, tells me the movie itself is, at least in part, as not self-aware as Tom. And that is a little frustrating.

If you are yourself a young man, or an old man who never grew up, and haven't figured it out yet, women are humans with human feelings. They are only mysterious because you aren't paying attention to them and are holding them to a standard where you expect them to be the solution to your emotional problems. And that is YOU, not them. And how can you expect to ever love or be loved by them, when you aren't regarding them as people? Because love is between two people. If one of them isn't a person to the other one, whatever there is will never be love.

I don't think Tom learns that, and neither does the movie, even when it shows his expectations vs his reality at Summer's engagement party.

...Which, okay. Yes. Summer should have told him that was what it was. But this is all from Tom's perspective. Maybe she tried and he wasn't paying attention, as usual, too caught up in his own doggedly persistent obsession with being coupled to her.

(500) Days of Summer is at least an accurate portrayal of what it is like to be a young dummy in love. It is valuable in that, and has some wisdom to impart about the foibles of that. I just wish it was as smart as it hopes to be. Because the world is cruel and imperfect, and Summer used Tom in a way he clearly couldn't handle, and she should probably not have done that. But what Tom is doing to her is way worse, and what he is doing to HIMSELF is, while inevitable, his biggest problem of all.

An interesting movie, at any rate. Worth exploring.

#500 days of summer #joseph gordon levitt #zooey deschanel #movie review #rom com #is it? #2009

[thecolorfulescape]

September 5th, 2023 - Lessons Learned from a Divorce

Last year, I was in a depressive state. I always chalked it up to COVID lockdowns, or company restructures. I did not want to admit that I was also married to a man who was very much in love with the idea of me, but not actually with me. He always told me that I "ticked all the boxes," which I never paid any mind to until I started to feel more like a possession than a partner. I myself was not without blame. I'm a very flawed human. Throughout my life, even at my happiest, there was always an underlying sentiment of being an outsider looking in. I couldn't shake this sense of not being able to grasp some unspoken understanding that everyone else seemed to have. I was a lost girl - constantly searching, exhaustedly trying to find my place. Perhaps it's a congenital trait that was simply fated to be a part of my life, or because my mother got sick and died when I was child (which can be ostracizing enough). Maybe it was the fact that once she was gone, no one ever made me a priority - my father always brushed me aside in favor of liquor and women. Who's to say? I married a man who treated me like I was important - no man had done that before. There were certainly things that I was wary of, like him constantly speaking over me, or the fact that his ego was larger than the sun. He could never be wrong about anything... But nobody's perfect, right? He would eventually win most people over after I would explain away his behavior. I did this because I was naïve and sincerely hopeful. In that regard, I know that I was also guilty of being in love with an idea. I wanted the happy life that I had always been searching for. I made excuses for him every single day. I grew weary. As my depression continued to deepen, I began to drink more. I never wanted to confront what I was trying to drown out, but I spent the better part of 3 years blackout drunk almost every night. His caring had faded, and he never said one word about it. I once asked him why he never mentioned it, or if he had any concern about the fact that I was slowly killing myself. All he had to say was "I'm not going to tell you how to live your life." He took to digging through my personal effects whenever I wasn't around. He would fling accusations at me, and would ask my friends if I had confided any information with them. They would look at him, bewildered, and ask "why don't you ask her yourself? Why are you always talking about her as if she isn't standing right there?" I reached my limit. I started therapy, and asked that he do the same. He responded by telling me that his issues were my fault, and that I would be entirely to blame if our marriage failed. I told him that I would not speak with him again until we had started couple's therapy. A few nights later, I came home to find him passed out drunk, along with a loaded gun that he had left folded into my clothes. That was the Summer of last year - the Summer when I asked for a divorce, and moved out. Here are the lessons I have learned/been reminded of after these very necessary adjustments: - I'm now back to a headspace where I'm able to go out with friends every now and then for just a couple of drinks. I know that's not the case for everyone, and sometimes not drinking at all is best. - If you are experiencing an issue with substance abuse and your friends say nothing about it, they're not your fucking friends. - You can forgive people for their flaws, and even look past them. That does not mean that you have to commit to them. - It's easy to be "kind" when things are okay. True kindness is maintaining it, even when times are hard. - The people who matter will always check in. My ex decided to spread quite a few rumors about me after we split, and many will believe what they hear if it makes for a juicy story. Real friends don't do that. They ask questions and don't accept gossip at face value. - It's never too late to start over. Life is too short for bullshit. - Life isn't about finding yourself, or finding your path. It's about creating it. Make your own path. Be the person you want to be. 💖

#my life #personal post #divorce #lessons learned #boundaries #don't settle

[the-firebird69]

Tons of them have this evil eye for our son I'm going to come in here and clear them out and they're retards we don't care if you're faking it or not we're going to kill you idiots

Furthermore you're dying already and you're being killed by practically everybody. There's a huge warrant out for you b**** Miley Cyrus and it's global but here in the United States you're wanted by every law enforcement agency there is and they know why they're going after you for it and they're going to kill you to bring you in a few make it necessary and they want to execute you publicly is slanted all of them you're encouraging them to be murdered you're setting them up in public all that stuff they're going after you for and it's a real warrant and there's apb's issuing now so you just sit there and make stupid noises and faces you'll be out soon. Same with you Brad go around trying to get in fights all the time and try and do things you've been threatening our son Brad for a long time now it's time for you to pay in full John Lord's going down the river it's got so many court cases against him and so many law enforcement people after him that his people don't stay in Florida for more than 10 minutes to come in and they grabbed immediately at the airport at the border whenever they try and enter and they're coming from Florida all the time now they're going to go after you two in the same fashion and you deserve it.

You're acting a program is the program is going to happen here it's to help our son and to provide relief for him from you oppressive retards. We have a huge Force it's going to come in now take care of your dumbass cuz you can't figure it out yeah you would cross the street your house is an a******.

There's several things to announce on top of us announcing that Brad is now a dead man too just like John remillard and company some of them aren't to wear itBradr himself can tell you what's being done to you because he's helping.

Huge epitaphs but who cares no we're going after people who do it you can bring them in and kill them just like the max are in other races too.

You going to pay Garth we're putting on the list and your idiot God damn sister what a pain in the ass she's a huge b**** I can't believe he's taller and he wasn't he's saying get this b**** out of here not into my social security that f****** skank ass piece of s***.

Tons and tons of people hate her and they hate him he's a piece of s*** and he's getting charged with rape today cuz he raped that girl she's actually the heinous one now she's the other hands Jenna yeah that's right it's a lily and she's heinous she's got arrested for other stuff that's close to that leading people on still going to have a little fight today cuz we said it cuz they're losers.

I want Justice on these idiots I want people to notice these people are bothering us and we're leadership and what we're doing is important I need our troops to stand up for us I'm tired of having to order it every damn day these people are causing our orders and other things to be delayed now move your ass and get up out of bed and use your own brain I'm sick of it he came out of nowhere to become the leader because people are not doing enough it's absolutely truly should have.

We have about 1,500 of them yapping and bothering him right now I want them all dead in the next few minutes let's see if we can do it

The more locker under attack globally they're not doing well and I don't want them to do well I want their cloning out I want their enclave sit supposedly the empire hit them all and there's a huge area up North and around two islands on two islands and they say it's logical and it is but that area up North has to go what our son and daughter here and there and they'll empty out the Midwest and that fashion they don't have anybody out there and it's an excuse for it to vanish so they're getting it and it does make a lot of sense and they probably sit there and blame us like they do cuz they're fat assholes and they'll be dead but for real they're being attacked globally and in situ older enclaves are on fire this morning the ones that were left the small ones or the city block or two or three or four etc they're gone they're getting destroyed by a new they'll all be gone.

On top of that large war parties are heading to the upper Midwest to destroy them then hear the noise and where it's coming from and they're going to go take care of it in California though really is recovering is there in all those houses and stuff so they're going out there too with war parties to make more of these s*** heads we're going to join them and wipe the stupid s*** heads out and that would be the warlock and really it's very fierce and these assholes don't put up much of a fight no they do but they die pretty quick it's going on today what's going on in Alabama and Florida they're clearing them out other than that they don't really have a stronghold except they're trying to come across the border and they get wiped out trying to do it and this will probably start hurricane heist and other movies like it maybe even independent from cesario but he says it'll probably be concurrent because the idiot is going to get wiped out and he'll notice that he has to get ships or this whatever 200,000 people left and he's laughing and chortling when he's so stupid it hurts you've never been just the north of the Midwest and two islands please come back to reality you're never there so says they're all over the place and it's not true you're in cities and their diminishing everyone in the cities is being killed is a warlock that'll be cleared up probably today she's not smiling and he's starting to get it probably not we're issuing orders to go after him and s*** heads are so stupid. Tons of orders against him now he's a foolish little b**** I'll tell you these little b****** need to die. What they do at the laundromat is so consternating and frustrating he would kill them like 50,000 times if he's giving license by anyone now by us. I'm assuming orders on them now

This other news too other than retards and the s*** heads are dying fast it's about a huge contingent coming up north in Mexican they're wiping them warlock out as they come out and it's not that many left down there and this is going to suck them up to Mexico

It's happening too on the ocean they're trying to get here the ones that remain 10 or 20 million octillion an hour probably for about 4 hours and then they'll be done people will kill them all over the place and it's disgusting they're so stupid that's what they're doing

And further news this is what happens to a group when it goes they get down to real small which they're approaching and then people take their time to get rid of them but they're not small enough yet they found out

Thor Freya

We knew there was a problem and we see it now

Daniel

You should have just keep having people show up all over the place and I'm sick of it and find their cloning and erase it

Mac

We're proving this message to go out and we need these people gone and the start of next phase which was starting anyways we're using them for it and people can't tell now there are fleets for me album because last night Stone chips left and they left for Saturn and they're going out there and they want these idiots out of the way you're tired of being backstabbed and they're sending serious war parties they're big armed 2 million octillion each and Max and foreigners and those are giant for them and these guys will get wiped out very fast and they're not going to have anything to say thank God

Olympus

[valleydean]

cas @ hannah for the entire first part of s10: i have a boyfriend!!

#spn #destiel #deancas #literally WHY did she need to have a crush on him #they would have been cool friends like they were in the later eps of them together #like girl i don't BLAME YOU because SAME but that wasn't necessary #also they're siblings #technically

[spidernerdsblog]

ON PAR

A/N : College au will always be my favorite and adding golf to the mix was fun. I've a very basic knowledge about golf so pardon me for any kind of mistakes. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : doing a coverage of the intercollegiate golf tournament for the student newspaper of your university isn’t that hard unless you’ve a love-hate relationship with the star player of the golf team.

Pairing : Frat! Golf Tom x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, fwb, secretly hooking up, idiots in love, betting, hint of dom! Tom, teasing, blowjob, face-fucking, degradation, spit play II w.c - 5.5k

It was a lovely morning with the sun shining brilliantly in the clear, blue sky. A gentle breeze blowing across the Seven Oaks golf club as you sat inside the clubhouse taking a sip of your chai tea latte. There were a hundred different ways you could have spent your weekend, but instead you are obligated to cover the intercollegiate golf tournament hosted by your university every year on behalf of the student newspaper. 

The moment Debra the editor in chief of the student newspaper and your senior chose you for the coverage it made you instantly regret your decision to join the newspaper but you couldn’t turn it down either for the fact that it will be good for your resume. 

In all honesty covering the event wasn’t a problem for you. The main problem was the golf team, specifically one player in the team, Tom Holland. With whom you shared a love-hate relationship. Apart from being an avid golfer he was also part of the delta upsilon fraternity in your university. Filthy rich and a notorious flirt, girls used to throw themselves at him. In short, quite a player on and off the field.

You had the chance to know him during the sophomore year when you had to tutor him and let's just say things didn’t stay quite restricted to tutoring —boundaries were crossed. That fucker knew what he was doing with that irresistible British accent and boy next to door charm, successfully marking his name on your bedpost. Both of you thought it would be a one time thing but you were wrong as none of you could defy the attraction you had for each other.

You knew Tom wasn't the committed kind of guy so a relationship was out of question and you don't want to be known as his item in the whole university either. So you both decided to keep it a secret by coming to an agreement that until one of you gets into a committed relationship you can continue with casually hooking up. And that’s how things went on, expressing your distaste for each other in public during the day and spending the nights tangled in the bed sheets in each other's arms. 

Lately things have been a little weird between you two after the words I love you slipped out of your mouth accidently in the heat of the moment and you should have seen the dread in his eyes. Though you both had shrugged it off blaming the amount of alcohol you had but the palpable tension was seemingly evident when you were in the same room. That is why you’ve been trying to avoid him for a while and the thought of spending an entire day with him seemed like a nightmare to you. 

Finishing your latte, you put on your hat and stepped out of the club house. Your eyes spotted your college team at the tee area. Harrison was going up first as he was busy setting up the ball on the tee. Tom joined him a few seconds later as he took off his pullover jacket and put on his baseball cap.

This tournament was very important for Tom. If he is able to bring out his A game in this he will secure a spot in the team for the state tournaments which will give his golf career a necessary boost. He was in a pretty good mood not only because he was confident about winning today’s game but also about the fact that you were joining him today after you have been avoiding him for a week and even turned down his invitation saying you find golf boring. And he was adamant to prove you wrong. 

That wasn’t the actual reason if he is being honest. For some reason he wanted you to be by his side on this very crucial day of his life even though he knew the boundaries of your relationship that he himself laid down. Initially you were just another conquest for him, a name to add to his personal hall of fame but you managed to invade his heart in a way that no one ever could. He has never told this to anyone but he was whipped from the very first time he laid his eyes on you at the freshers party. You were smart, headstrong and insanely independent who never took anyone’s crap and he likes to revel over the fact that only he can make you vulnerable like the way you make him. 

Tom wished he knew how he always ends up in between your legs but he was hooked on your taste. It’s the power you hold over him that how much he tries he eventually finds himself back to you. So when he saw you walk out of the clubhouse and make your way down to the tee box he couldn’t stop the shit eating grin forming on his face. After all, he was the one who told Fred the VP of the fraternity how good your writing skills are— which was true— who in turn suggested your name to his girlfriend Debra to cover the whole event to highlight the golf team’s achievements in the next issue. 

“Fancy to see you here darling” he sounded chipper as you eyed him up and down and then averted your gaze, looking around the course enamored by the lush green fairways with meticulously carved acres of pine and oak trees plainly ignoring him.

“What? Not even a hello?” he raised his eyebrows in amusement, chuckling. 

“This is the last place I wanna be right now and you know that very well” you grumbled with an irritated look on your face. 

“But it seems like you are liking it here” he snickered.

“Me and golf? Never. Especially with you” you retorted.

“Give it a chance you’ll love it and would want to come back again just like you always come back to me” a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he gave you a subtle wink.

“Shut up Holland!” you gritted under your teeth feeling your cheeks heat up at his words as he let out a carefree laughter. How much ever you try to show your distaste for him in front of the whole world but behind this whole façade you knew very well you would always come back to him. No one gives you as good as he does and he knows that too. 

Tom grabbed his golf club and positioned himself to make his first shot. He held the shaft of the club with a firm grip as the muscles of his arms flexed, veins becoming prominent on them— such a show-off you thought holding back the urge to roll your eyes. With a powerful swing of his arms he hit the ball with the club as it flew to a distance. It was a good start for him as the audience cheered around you. He went ahead to finish the round as you waited at the tee box clicking a few pictures for the article. 

“You coming love?” you heard Tom now standing near the golf cart with Harrison.   

“As if I’ve a choice” you huffed and followed them into the golf cart. 

⛳

The college team was playing well as you gradually progressed down the course. You watched and cheered as Harrison hit an ace in the fifth hole. Tom was next as he examined the ground doing a mental calculation of how far he needed to hit. 

“Hey Y/N I think my shaft is a bit long, can you get me the other club from the bag?” he turned to you with an earnest look. For any normal person it may appear like a simple request but you knew him better so you didn’t miss the hidden innuendo behind his words. Anyways you knew what you had signed up for so you decided to ignore and wordlessly went to fetch the club he asked for.

“Here” you handed him the golf club.

“Thank you, love” he said sweetly “hey don’t you have anything to ask about the game for the article?”

“Yeah well you could tell me about what are the things required for a good shot?” you suggested.

“Very well, first of all you need to be sure about your target then it all depends on your hold and how you swing the club. Grip it softly and stroke it smoothly. You would know it very well after all I taught you that already” he remarked with a smug grin as you inhaled in a sharp breath, fuming internally. Calm down Y/N you told yourself in your mind. He loves getting under your skin. He thrives off it. And in no way you’re going to give him the satisfaction as you forced out a smile, nodding in understanding. 

He went ahead talking more about the game. You noticed the glimmer in his eyes as he spoke with great fondness, describing to you vividly using his hands— the hands you had an unhealthy obsession with which sent your mind spiraling into inappropriate places— a genuine smile finds your own lips this time as you listened to him. He looked adorable when he talked with his hands, a habit you found out especially when he is excited about something. He was moving his hands so vigorously that the balls he was holding in his hand fell off his grip.

“Oops. Can you get my balls, darling?” he said with a cocky smile killing your mood. You really need to stop falling for his boyish antics because he will always be an ass and nothing can change that.

You bent down to pick up the balls as Tom’s eyes lingered on your back shamelessly. Your dress was the first thing that caught his eyes in the morning. A printed pleated golf dress, the hem skimming against your mid thighs paired with white sneakers and a bucket hat to shield your face from the sunlight. And whenever you bend forward the fabric would ride up, exposing a little more of your skin. Teasing the hell out of him as he felt blood rushing down south trying to get a glimpse of what you were wearing underneath. You looked so cute and sinful at the same time and it was a shame he couldn't do anything about it. For now. 

⛳

After a short tea break you were on your way to the tenth hole seated at the back of the golf cart with Tom beside you while Harrison sat with Fred who was driving the cart at the front. The revving of the engine of the golf cart pierces through the peaceful silence of the course as you enjoyed the picturesque scenery of the sloping valleys. The wind blew softly against your face and through your hair when you felt Tom place a hand on your knee rubbing it gently. Your breath hitched as you looked at him with surprise as you tried to convey with your eyes what are you doing? He gave you one of his mischievous smiles in return.

‘Keep quiet’ he mouthed, trailing his hand up your thighs, the cool metal of his pinky ring sending shivers through your body. Tom was never fond of the whole secrecy of your relationship. You didn’t even allow him to tell Harrison, his best friend. However he was quick to turn it into his advantage as he enjoyed watching you try to suppress your moans during the many times he fingered you in a classroom full of students or fucked you in the janitor’s closet and lockers room. 

You had been torturing him for a week by avoiding him and now he will have his share of fun. A whimper almost escaped your mouth, heart beating inside your chest as you felt his hand inching closer to your clothed heat when Harrison suddenly spoke up.

“So what are your thoughts about the game Y/N? Tom was saying that you find it boring” you quickly swatted away Tom's hand shooting him a warning glare as he chuckled lightly.

“Uh it’s too early to tell,” you replied breathily.

“Well maybe then you should give it a try” he suggested.

“Thanks for the offer Haz but I think I would be terrible at it”

“You know what darling? Golf is just like having sex. You can enjoy both of them even if you’re terrible at it” Tom said with a half-lipped smirk, making the guys laugh out loud. 

“Yeah I did hear some of the girls talking about how you’re really terrible in bed” you quipped.

“Damn!!” the boys hollered at your comeback as Tom knelt down to your ear.

“That is not what you had to say after the sociology class if I remember correctly” he whispered lowly “also if I had to dip my fingers in your panties right now I bet you’d be dripping down there” his hand was back on your thigh giving it a gentle squeeze, making your shudder. Your conversation was cut short as you reached the next spot and you couldn’t be thankful enough.  

“Wish me luck babe” he murmured, stealing a quick kiss when no one was looking and hopped out of the cart, leaving you hot and bothered. It was clear he was deliberately trying to push your buttons and if that’s what he intended to do then two can play this game you thought, stepping out of the cart. 

The team was finishing up with the tenth hole when the sound of your giggles caught Tom’s attention. He turned to look and his expression hardened as he saw you with a player from another team. You weren't together but he could never stand any other man near you let alone touch you. And this guy had his hands all over you as a twang of jealousy grew inside Tom. 

From your little conversation you gathered that his name was Charles and he was an amateur golfer. He held your hips, correcting your position and your back pressed against him too much for Tom’s liking. You sneaked in a peek through the corner of your eyes making sure Tom was watching as you pushed your hips a little more backwards giggling as you pretended to not understand how to hold the club properly. 

Tom watched with clenched jaws, grip tightening on the golf club in his hand as Charles moved his hands from your hips, bringing them to cover your hands with his. He swung the club lightly and the ball rolled inside the cup. You clapped your hands in joy, jumping a little at your spot and then threw your hands around him in a hug. You could feel the burning gaze of Tom from afar, giving yourself a pat in the back of finally getting back at him by giving him a taste of his own medicine. You thanked the guy and sauntered back to where your college team was playing.

“What do you think you were doing out there?” Tom asks through clenched teeth.

“Playing golf Tom. Harrison was right it isn’t that bad as I thought” you played coy knowing how much that irks him up.

“Well I could see that but why were you playing with the guy from another team?”

“I’m here to cover the whole event, Tom. So I need to get some comments from the other players too. I was just doing my job. That's it” you shrugged nonchalantly “moreover…” you trailed a hand down his abdomen palming him through his trousers “he seemed to have a good length. I could feel it” you added with a sly smirk painted on your lips as you feel him tense up.

⛳

Tom was known to have a short fuse and no one in the university dared to piss him off except you. You knew that no matter how angry he gets, he can never hurt you so you loved to take your chances and rile him up intentionally. So far it was working just fine. That little stunt you pulled off had him fuming from inside and it started affecting his game. At the eleventh hole he teed off badly driving the ball right into the sand pit. 

You moved towards the bunker along with the team as Tom tried to drive out the ball of the sand pit but failed to do so with his second shot.

“Third time’s a charm Tom! Go for it!” you yelled standing at the uphill of the bunker drawing out a few laughs from the boys. Tom’s mouth was set in a grim line not missing the subtle taunt laced with your words as he gave you a sidelong glance and then focused on the shot. With an aggressive swing he hit the ball, blowing a gust of sand in the process yet again failing to drive out the ball from the bunker to the greens and losing this round.

“Fuck!” he cursed under his breath as he walked out of the bunker frustrated and disappointed.  

“Huh I knew you were all talk no show. Don't know why everyone takes you as the star player of the team” you passed another snide remark fueling his already growing temper. 

“You better watch that mouth of yours!” he warned with a baleful glare.

“Why Thomas? Did I hit a nerve?” you taunted with your sickly sweet voice and you knew you were in trouble as something flipped inside him. He stalked towards you like a predator to its prey, grabbing your arm he pulls you aside far enough so no one could hear your conversation.

“I see you wanna have some fun, darling. Why don’t we make this game a little more interesting eh?” his accent was pronounced with a hint of playfulness in his voice which you’re too familiar with particularly when you’re being a brat. You held his gaze which was soft and still daunting as if he wanted you to cross the line so that he can put you back in place. 

“How’s that?” you asked. 

“How about we make a bet?” he proposed.

“Bet?” you sounded a bit uncertain, unable to comprehend what was going on his mind.

“Yeah when I win this game you have to do whatever I say. Given that I think it’s been a while gotta remind you who's in charge baby” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers gently “so what do you say?” his deep gravelly voice made you feel like a puddle as you leaned in his touch.

“Uhh...I-” you were at a loss of words, staring into his deep brown orbs swirling with a mix of lust and anger being reminded of the times you let him have his way with you. You had to make everyone believe that the reason behind you walking funny was getting your hamstring pulled while doing your stretches in the yoga class and not by getting your guts rearranged by Tom. As if you didn’t like it yourself. You loved when he got rough and sometimes you deliberately pushed his buttons just to have your brains fucked out by him.

“What? Scared of losing a small bet?” a deep chuckle resonated from him bringing you out of your trance.

“No, because I'm not losing and what will I get when you lose?” you bit back.

“Well that's a big if but it goes either way so I'll do whatever you say” he shrugged with a playful smirk.

“Fine with me” you said haughtily.

⛳

It was the middle of the day with the sun at its peak. The team moved towards the next hole though this time you chose to sit inside the shade of the golf cart, fanning yourself with your hat. It was a par 5 hole, you watched Tom mess up the first two shots and barely manage to get it done with the remaining three. You couldn't help but taunt him further as he walked back to the cart. 

“Why don't you quit and save yourself from the embarrassment of losing the game as well as the bet to me?” 

He rolled his eyes, letting out a scoff “easy to say while sitting here in the shade” he grumbled rummaging through his bag for the packet of wet wipes. Upon finding it he shoved it inside his pocket and began to walk away towards a dense thicket situated in an isolated corner of the course as you furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Running away already?” you remarked.

“Gotta take a wee” he told you, lifting his pinky finger. 

“We are at our university golf course for god’s sake! What kind of savage are you?” you gave him an incredulous look.

“Can’t help, it's urgent" he snickered and strides away disappearing behind the shrubbery. 

You sat there alone judging your life choices, wondering how the hell did you get yourself into this? All your life you tried to stay away from guys like him and here you are stuck in a relationship with no name. He was reckless, impulsive and had the most annoying habits but still you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of him. It wasn’t like you didn’t try dating other people but surprisingly he used to invade your thoughts every time. Guess it’s true opposites attract. 

After some time you saw Tom reappearing from behind the trees with a proud smile on his face but you were totally unamused. 

“You’re unbelievable” you huffed, shaking your head sideways.

“What?" he chuckled softly "when nature calls you gotta go when you gotta go and you should give it a try yourself sometimes, feels very liberating”

“No it isn’t” you gave him a disgusted look.

“Kinda felt at the Dean’s office though” he shrugged nonchalantly and a wave of shock went across your face.

“What?!” you gasped out loudly “I knew it was you guys! How could you do that?!”

“C’mon it was fun” he remarked with a boisterous laugh.

“The whole theta chi got suspended because somebody saw Ray lurking in the corridors at night and you say it was fun?!” you said with resentment in your voice.

“Well that somebody would be me” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck which left your jaw hanging.

“Now that’s very low of you Thomas. Why would you do that?!” you chided. 

“C’mon everybody knows the theta chis are a bunch of jerks plus I saw Ray talking to you at the party. So whatever happened happened for good” he said unapologetically. Did you hear wrong or did he just admit that he was jealous of seeing another guy talking to you? 

You could never understand Tom. From the very beginning he has been giving you mixed signals which made you never take his words seriously. One moment he acts like a protective boyfriend and the very next moment he is completely aloof from your existence in his life which always leaves you confused. Even though a small part of you hoped that he too has feelings for you because you have no shame in admitting that you’ve grown feelings for him and care for him way too much. 

“So you’re saying you did what you did because you saw me talking to that guy. That’s even more lame you know that right?” you tried to be as subtle as possible with your question.

“Oh please that asshole was just trying to get you in his bed” he said with a scowl on his face. 

“Isn’t that what we have been doing all this while? We barely talk except for hooking up” you pointed out. 

“Ours is different,” he retorted. 

“How’s it different? Kindly enlighten me Tom”

“Well because I-” he trailed away finding himself in a fix. He was never good at expressing his emotions but when he was with you he felt a surge of thousands of those emotions at one go which is indescribable. Whatever it may be love, lust or plain and simple infatuation but he knows this much for sure you weren’t just a random hookup for him. Whenever he saw your face he felt a warmth inside his heart, he felt happy, he felt like home. 

“Because what Tom?” you pressed on. 

“Because I…” the words were hanging at the tip of his tongue but he still couldn’t spit it out and just then Harrison called out.

“Hey Tom, it's your turn mate!” damn you Haz you mentally cursed him. You were this close to getting a proper answer to all your questions which could have given you a little peace of mind but nevermind at least the mystery of who peed in front of the dean’s office is now solved.    

You went and stood at the tee box with the team as they cheered for Tom. After the last two rounds went horribly wrong he was stressed and you could sense that too.

“C’mon Tom you can do this!” you tried to boost his confidence this time. To be honest you wanted to see him win. How much ever you find him obnoxious as a person but his dedication for the sport was immense. You could always see the passion in his eyes. And seeing him in those golf attires was an added bonus. The polo t-shirts which hugged to his broad frame giving a firm outline of his toned abs underneath with the fitted trousers giving a perfect view of his cute round ass alongwith with that shining Rolex on his wrist makes you almost go feral.

Tom hit a fantastic drive down the dry and green fairway, settling a massive 310 yards away, the farthest he has ever gone in his golfing career. He was elated pumping his fist in the air and high fived his team mates.

“So what were you saying about me quitting?” he turned to you with a new found confidence. 

“There’s four more holes to go, sweetie. Don’t get so overconfident” you retorted with a sly smirk.

“Oh don’t worry, darling I can easily go on for four rounds you know that right?” he remarked with a sly grin. You let it pass this time with a smile letting him have his moment. After all you’re addicted to the pleasure and pain he inflicts upon you so even if you lose the bet you are the one ultimately winning at the end of the day. Tom was back in form as the college team finished with a score of -14 therefore winning the tournament. 

⛳

You were back in the club house as the team celebrated their big win by popping off some champagne and feasting on the fancy delicacies the club had arranged. You were standing at a corner sipping on a glass of champagne when Tom pulled you aside by grabbing your arm startling you.

“Come with me” his voice was commanding.

“Where?” you looked at him in confusion.

“You know better darling. You lost the bet and it's time for my actual reward” your eyes widened as you looked around the place.

“I can’t, there’s a lot too many people here” you said in a hushed tone pulling out your arm from his hold. You went to take a sip of your unfinished drink when all of a sudden Tom tipped the glass by its end, spilling the drink on your dress.

“What the fuck Tom?!” you gasped in shock. 

“You ok love?” he asked, feigning concern and handing you some tissues.

“Y/N you alright?” Harrison came running along with the other guys.

“Yeah, just spilled the drink” you assured him, rubbing the tissue on the stained area.

“Let me take her to the restroom. We'll be back soon” Tom told Harrison and turned to you, holding your arm he dragged you to the restrooms at the back of the club house. Pushing you inside he shut the door behind him.

“Are you fucking nuts?! This dress was brand new!” you snapped at him instead he grabbed your jaw as your eyes met his fiery gaze.

“You think I give a fuck?” he growled, crashing his lips against yours almost knocking out all the wind of your lungs. All the pent up tension he had the whole week slowly dissipating at the feeling of your soft lips. He just wants to drink you up, ravage you until the only name on your lips is his. 

Even though he doesn't want to admit it, you’re the only thing on his mind. The fact that he hasn’t hooked up with any other girl for a long time is because he ends up imagining it’s you. All those lonely nights when he can’t sleep he jerks himself off at the thought of you, your beautiful body writhing beneath him and the pretty little sounds you made while he pleasures you. And after seeing you today with another guy, a sense of possession was acting inside him.

He broke the kiss by pulling your head away, fingers weaving in your hair “you've been such a tease the whole day you know that? Prancing around in this little dress, flirting with that twat from the other team knowing how much it would drive me crazy” 

“And what are you going to do about that?” you weren’t the one to back down either as you looked directly into his dark brown eyes.

“You have no idea how badly I wanted to fuck you in the middle of the greens making sure everyone knows who you belong to. But for now I’m gonna fuck this attitude out of you” he murmured licking a stripe along the column of your neck making you shiver. 

“On your knees sweetheart” his voice dominating as he watches you crumble down on your knees looking up at him with doe eyes for further instructions.

“What? Have I already made you dumb?” he mocked “go on take me out” your hands went to unbutton his trousers, pulling down the zipper. You pushed his trousers and boxers down his thighs, freeing his semi hard member. Wrapping your fingers around his shaft you gave it a few gentle strokes as he hardened under your touch beads of pre-cum gathering at the tip. You swiped your thumb, smearing it over his head as you gazed up into his eyes giving a long stripe on the throbbing vein running underside of his cock. 

“Good girl” he hummed brushing his thumb on your cheekbone “open” he demanded and you opened your mouth wide for him without a second thought. Tom collected a ball of spit and let it drip into your mouth as you swallowed it eagerly “c’mon now put that loud mouth of yours to some good use”  

Without wasting another moment you wrapped your lips around his bulbous head, swallowing him inch by inch until your nose hit his pelvis. Whispering a ‘fuck’ his head drops back at the feeling of your wet hot mouth. You slowly bobbed your head up and down his length, using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Arousal began to pool between your legs along with a low thrumming ache as you rubbed your thighs against each other to get some relief.

“Look at you all you needed was my cock to shut up” he rasped, grabbing the back of your head and pushing you down his length. His tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag and sputter.

“Come on, darling, I know you can do better than this” he tugged on your hair, pulling you back as you breathe heavily “suck on it like you mean it, dear” 

You hollow your cheeks and swirled your tongue along his shaft. Your hand cupped his balls massaging them gently as Tom groaned, loosening his hold on your head.

��Yeah just like that my cockslut, show me how proud you are of me” you moaned at his words, speeding up your movements, eager to please him. 

At that very moment Tom decides to take control as he held the back of your head and began thrusting in and out of your mouth at a bruising pace, fucking your face. Your jaws ached as drool dribbled down from the sides of your mouth. You relaxed your throat letting him slip deeper inside your mouth. Your nose nudges around his pelvis as his grip tightens on your head holding you there. Your hands went on to grip on his thighs, nails digging into his skin as tears pricked your eyes as you struggled to breathe through your nose. 

“You look so pretty with your mouth full of me” he thumbed away your tears. Obscene gagging noises left your mouth as he snapped his hips, his balls slapping against your chin. You knew he was close as his pace began to falter.

“Fuck, I’m close” his voice comes out strained, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as you felt him twitch, shooting his hot cum down your throat in short spurts. You continue to suck him off, milking the last drop from his softening cock. He tapped on the back of your head and you pulled off with a wet pop as you wiped your drool covered mouth with the back of your hand.

“God you’re the best fucking prize I can ever win” he groaned and pulled you up on your feet. He traces your swollen lips with his thumb before capturing them in a tender kiss tasting the remnants of him on you.

“Don't think I'm done with you baby” he murmured against your lips “The boys will be out celebrating, we will have the whole frat house to ourselves. Tell your roommate you are going to stay out of the dorms tonight" the corner of his lips quirk into a smirk "Gotta make sure you put out the best article”

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[rendevousz]

reunited

req: i was wondering if i could request a natasha x teen daughter reader where the reader has really bad social anxiety please? maybe where the reader was in the red room with natasha but given to hydra once the red room was taken down and natasha has been looking for her ever since she left the red room. on a mission to take down a hydra base natasha finally finds reader, and it's super emotional for the both of them and they're just happy to have each other back. natasha knows about readers social anxiety from when she was younger and sees that it's only gotten worse now, so she's super sweet and understanding. she saves the reader from the base and comforts her the whole way home because she's scared of all of the new people also on the jet (the other avengers). the reader lives with natasha at the compound with everyone else and natasha is just great about her social anxiety and never pushes her out of her comfort zone and comforts her when she has panic attacks. sorry if that's a lot, but thank you so much! i love your fics sooo much, you're such an amazing writer!!! 💖💖💖

mother figure!nat x fem!teen!reader

summary: nat finally finds you after years of looking.

word count: 4083

notes: i didn't make them peers in the red room because then they'd have to be around the same ages but i made them meet at the red room. also i didn't know how to write about her having social anxiety so i hope you don't mind that i didn't 😓 hope you like this <33

"stop," madame b's authoritative voice commanded and all of you stopped dancing. all of your peers seemed to be struggling to stand still on their battered feet, some breathing heavily but who could blame them? you had all been instructed to dance for hours now. you had to dance until you couldn't anymore.

your head faced madame b but your eyes landed on your best friend, veronika, for a split second. she seemed in pain and you vowed to check on her after whatever announcement your supervisor had for you. you stood tall, clenching your jaw in order to not show that you were in pain or out of breath.

madame b's gaze flickered to you for a second, her lip lifting up on one side for a brief moment before her face hardened once again.

"i have someone special here today. she's here to observe your training and if necessary, teach what you girls lack. she has long graduated this academy, please welcome miss natasha romanova."

you jolted awake, panting hard at the memory that just played in your dreams. you looked around you, seeing the same cell wall you had been put in for the past three years. after the fall of the red room academy where you were from, another organisation came and swooped you in, not wanting to waste your skills. you were the only one they took, having heard much about your abilities and reputation in the red room.

the girls stood all around you and veronika, watching the two of you spar tirelessly after hours of endless ballet. natasha and madame b watched the match closely, eyes trained on your techniques and movements.

after natasha had introduced herself to all of you, madame b had instructed her supposedly two best students—you and veronika— to demonstrate a true spar between skilled assassins.

while you were reluctant to attack your best friend, she had other plans, one that included impressing her idol who stood mere metres away from her. you were shocked when she started attacking you. never had she obeyed a command against you so quick.

you had to put away your initial shock to start attacking back in order to not get hurt by the hands of your own best friend. the look in her eyes was different, almost animalistic. it wasn't like the one she had when you two were laid in your beds side to side at night, handcuffed to it while you talked about your deepest struggles being in the academy. it wasn't the same one she had when you reassured her that she was doing okay whenever she said she would never be as good as you were at this whole assassin thing. it wasn't the same innocently surprised one she had just moments ago when she was addressed as one of madame b's best students.

this wasn't your best friend. this was a girl blinded by her desire to impress. she wanted to show natasha that she was the better one out of you two. your heart broke when you saw her desperation. it was obvious in the way she fought you.

it wasn't long before you had her in a chokehold, the girl struggling to get your grip off of her. your face visibly faltered, eyes tearing up slightly when you heard her whimpers. natasha took notice of this.

your lips were quivering when you turned to madame b. a simple nod from your trainer had you whispering a strained 'i'm sorry, i love you' in her ear before you broke her neck. the girl fell limp in your arms, dropping down to the mat, dead. you panted heavily as you stepped away from her body.

"good. this is what i expect of all of you," madame b turns to your peers, the stone cold look back on her face. "one thing you need to perfect though, y/n, is your emotions. don't get emotional over things that don't matter. i saw your inner conflict. veronika would have no reluctancy to end you if you were the one in the chokehold. she was more mentally prepared to be a ruthless assassin. you're lucky you're more skilful than she is. she would have no hesitation to kill you, close companion or not."

you swallowed that lump in your throat, biting the insides of your cheeks to prevent crying right then and there. "you have a lot of potential, y/n. don't let your emotions ruin it. i have high hopes for you." she spoke once again, before dismissing everyone.

you left the room with a heavy heart, turning to look at veronika's body one last time before leaving quickly so you could break down where no one else could witness.

you rushed to the staircase where you and veronika would sneak away all the time when you were supposed to be having lunch. you two would always sit under those stairs, talk about anything and everything you could. your tears were now freely rolling down your face.

"hey," you heard a voice say and you quickly wiped your tears away. you looked up and saw that it was none other than natasha. "miss romanova," you breathed out, scrambling to get up before she placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, the woman seating herself next to you on the floor, under the staircase.

"that must've been hard for you," she spoke after a few seconds of silence. "i remember my first time killing an actual person in training. they had me shoot targets and i consistently got the bullseye every time. then they switched out the targets to an actual person and i had a hard time doing that. i can't imagine how it must've been for you. i heard you and veronika were quite the inseparable duo."

you didn't move to show that you were shattered over the current events but the millions of tears silently streaming down your face said otherwise. natasha turned to you, reaching to wipe your tears away before gently caressing your cheek.

"you're a strong one, y/n. you remind me of myself when i was still in training. i can see myself in you." she told you truthfully. she had no idea why but she felt a strong connection towards you. she felt that you and her had so much in common. she had a strange inclination to protect you even though she knew damn well you were capable of doing so yourself.

since then, she always dropped by to help train all of you but you and her developed a relationship so strong that she even told you of her plans to get you out of that hellhole. at that point, it had been a few months since she'd turned good but she kept coming to the academy for your sake. she felt a sense of responsibility over you, like a mother would over her daughter.

she would with the other girls too if they had shown at least a bit of humanity but it seemed that the red room had ruined them beyond fixing. despite being the best student of the academy, you still weren't inhumane like the rest. you would hesitate to hurt others, only doing so when threatened and even that, you still weren't as heartless or cruel.

madame b would always berate you over this but natasha would pick up the pieces every single time. you loved her. she was the best thing in your life after veronika and your heart broke when the red room fell and you were taken away. away from the mother you never had.

you awoke with a jolt again. it was the second night in a row you were reliving your past memories. you touched your face and you felt the tears on it, wiping them with your sleeve as you sat up in your cold, uncomfortable bed in your cell. you sighed, bringing your knees up to your chest and hugging them.

you couldn't help but think of nat again. what could've happened if she managed to get you out before you were taken away? could you have a nice life with her? would you never have to hide under the stairs to have emotional exchanges with the woman? would you finally have been able to be who you were, not influenced by the evil around you?

you never knew what it was like having a mother but you imagined it was what nat had been towards you during the times you spent together at the academy. you two were more mother and daughter rather than trainer and student.

all of a sudden, alarms blared through the building and red warning lights flickered in your cell. you stood up, peeking through the small glass of your cell door to see guards rushing through the hallways in a frenzy.

you assumed that the facility was under attack and no one was coming to save you. you didn't even try, walking back to your bed to return to your position of hugging your knees tightly to your chest.

you could hear the chaos outside but opted not to pay attention to it. it didn't involve you and if no one was coming to save you from whatever was attacking the place—not that anyone in that place would, you were merely an asset to them—you wouldn't bother worrying about whether you were going to live by the end of the night.

a loud bang interrupted your thoughts and you looked up to see your cell door had been forcefully thrown open by a large man in stripes, holding a circular shield. you immediately stood up, getting ready to attack him when he spoke.

"i'm not here to hurt you." he said, holding out a hand as if to tell you to stop whatever you were about to do. "we're here to save you. you can finally leave this place now." he says gently. you frown at him, still in a stance ready to attack him.

"cap, is there someone in this room?" a familiar voice spoke and your head immediately turned to the door, where the owner of the voice stood, mouth dropping open at the sight of you. your face softened and a tiny gasp left your lips at the sight of her.

"y/n...is that you?" she breathed out, walking towards you and not stopping when she saw that you weren't alarmed or anything. "nat.." you choked out, tears starting to form. how crazy was it that you had been having flashbacks of her for the past two nights and suddenly she was here to come save you?

"y/n!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. you knees buckled but she held onto you tightly, sniffling as she caressed your head gently. you buried your face in her shoulder as you took in the familiar feeling of being in her arms once again.

more tears started to form in your eyes now. never had you thought you were actually going to see her again. you lost the hope of seeing her again two years ago. but here she was, standing in your cell and hugging you like there would be no tomorrow.

your hugging session was cut short when steve sheepishly spoke up. "sorry to uh, interrupt this reunion but more guards are coming, i think it's best if we leave now." he picked up his shield, leading the three of you out of the facility safely and back to their quinjet. the whole time, nat held onto your hand tightly, as if letting go would lead to another few years of being apart once again.

once you reached the quinjet, nat led you to the seats in the back where you two would have more privacy. the team watched the two of you in confusion before turning back to steve for an explanation as he was the one who was partnered with nat for this mission. all the captain could tell them was that you two knew each other way before this and that all of them would have to wait for an explanation from nat herself if they wanted to know what was going on.

when you reached the compound, nat led you to her room where she lent you her clothes and let you shower before tucking you into her bed. when she was sure you were comfortably asleep, she left the room quietly to go grab a glass of water only to find the whole team sat in the common room instead of back in their own rooms.

she looked at them, confused. "guys, it's like almost the crack ass of dawn and we just got back from a mission, why aren't you asleep? or were you debriefing? in the common room? did i miss it?"

"no, you know debriefings for late night missions are the next morning. we were waiting for you actually," steve spoke on behalf of the whole team. "me? for what?"

"nat, c'mon, don't act stupid. you know what we're talking about," clint makes an unimpressed face at his best friend. nat sighs, taking a seat next to him and the team look at her expectantly. she cleared her throat, preparing for a whole story time.

"you know how i was from the red room?" she asked them and they all nodded, urging her to continue her story. "well, after i graduated, i was asked to come help train the younger ones in the programme. during that time, i met this girl. she reminded me a lot of my younger self and she didn't seem completely brainwashed to the point where she lacked emotions. i grew close to her and after i met clint and joined SHIELD, i vowed to get her out of there because she went through a lot in that hellhole and i could tell she didn't want to do any of the things that the other girls were fine doing.

"she had a good heart and i didn't want it to be wasted. she was the best in the academy and i knew they had big plans for her. but i didn't want her to be programmed to kill. she was much more than that. so i made this whole plan for her escape. i kept going back to the academy to come see her and share my plan with her. clint, you always asked me where i kept disappearing to when we first started becoming friends. it was her. the people there didn't know i was already under SHIELD at that time—nobody did—so it was safe for me to keep visiting and keep planning an escape for her.

"but three years ago, the red room fell. i rushed over because i thought i could finally leave with her without anyone knowing. but apparently she'd been taken away. she was the only one of the girls who was taken. by who, i didn't know at that time. but i knew it was because of her skills and abilities. if the red room had big plans for her, i knew other organisations must've already heard of her too.

"i never stopped looking for her. i don't know why i never thought of HYDRA. but it doesn't matter anymore. i finally found her and i'm never letting her go. i hope you guys don't mind that she lives here now. if not, i'll move out and find somewhere for us."

the team seemed surprised that nat told them her story. they were very much expecting her to, well, not tell them because this seemed like a very personal story.

"no, no, of course she can stay. i'll even set up another room for her." tony says and nat nods gratefully. "what's her name?" wanda asks.

"y/n," nat tells her, smiling at the thought of you as she stands up. "alright, i have to go back to her. see you guys in the morning. maybe you'll get to see her then."

she bids them goodnight, leaving after grabbing a glass of water for you in case you woke up in the middle of the night, in need of it. she wasn't wrong because when she got back to her room, you were up, hugging your knees as you cried.

"hey, hey, hey, what's wrong, sugar?" she quickly puts the glass of water on the bedside table, sitting on the bed and pulling you close to her. you look up at her all teary-eyed and she feels her heart break.

"i–i thought i lost you again," you croaked out, burying your face in her shoulder. "oh, sugar, you'll never lose me ever again. i'll never let that happen. you're safe here with me. now sleep, i'll be here when you wake up." she stroked your hair gently, laying down next to you on the bed before you two fell into a blissful slumber in each other's arms.

true to her words, she was right next to you when you woke up the next time. she seemed wide awake and you felt bad because she probably had been up hours before but didn't leave you because you were scared.

"how'd you sleep, sugar?" she asked as you sat up, stretching. "the best i have in years. thanks to you, nat." you smiled at her, still not believing all of this is real. that you're finally reunited with the woman you thought of as your mother.

"do you want to meet my friends? they're dying to meet you," she tells you and you bite your lips nervously. "do you think they'll like me?"

"are you crazy? of course they will. and if they don't, i'll make them." she threatens playfully and you laugh, missing how protective of you she is. you smile, agreeing to her suggestions to meet her friends after you got ready for the day.

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"hi, sweetie, you're y/n?" a man with fancy silk pyjamas greeted as you entered the common room with natasha. you nodded timidly, scooting closer to natasha. it was weird for natasha to see you this nervous. after all, you were the best student of your batch in the red room. but she understood that years with no actual social interaction does that to people.

"i hope you'll like staying here, i already have your room setting up as of right now. when you move in, you can tell me if you don't like anything and i'll change it for you. oh, i forgot, i'm tony," he extends a hand towards you and with an encouraging nod from nat, you hesitantly shake his hand. he smiles at you before telling you both he has projects to finish down in his lab and to tell him if you needed anything.

"hey, nat, not gonna introduce your friend to us?" you heard a voice from behind you and you two turned around to see two men and a woman. you recognised both men—one of them was the one who broke into your cell last night and the other one you had seen him a lot from pictures nat would show you during your secret meetings in your red room days. he was her best friend. you didn't know the woman but the kind smile on her face was enough to reassure you that these people weren't bad.

"y/n, meet clint, the idiot who i call best friend," she points to the shorter man. the name nat called him must've offended him because the face he made was hilarious that you let out a little giggle. nat smiles at this before proceeding to introduce the other two.

"this one's steve, he's an old man stuck in a young body—literally— so if he says things you don't understand, just smile and nod." you nod at nat and steve gives her an incredulous look, as if not believing the audacity she had to introduce him like that.

"this one's wanda, she's the least annoying person in this whole place and she can cook whatever you want so i think you two will get along really well." wanda smiles at you and you return it shyly. you smile at the other two before nat drags you away, telling them she still had others to introduce you to.

when you entered the kitchen, you saw a man reading a newspaper on the kitchen island while another man, whose skin was red, stood beside him. they seemed to be discussing something very intelligent because you didn't understand a single word they spoke.

"bruce, vision, i want you to meet someone." they turned their attentions towards you and nat and you immediately felt like hiding once again. "oh hello, steve told us you brought back someone from the mission. is this her? hello, i'm bruce," the man sitting down introduced himself.

"wait, is this the bruce?" you asked nat, smirking teasingly at her and she smacks you gently on the shoulder. the man seemed flustered at what you're insinuating, scratching his neck awkwardly.

"bruce, vision, this is y/n, i've known her for a long time and i finally found her after years so i hope you two won't mind that she'll be staying here from now on," nat tells them. the two of them didn't come on the mission last night so they were the only two who didn't actually see you until today.

"it's nice to meet you, y/n. i'm vision, i hope you'll enjoy your stay here." the man with the red skin greets formally and you turn to nat with a confused expression. "he's an android, he does things a bit weird here so don't mind him." she whispers to you and you nod understandingly.

"it's nice to meet you two, i hope we'll be good friends." you say awkwardly, hoping to get this whole introduction thing over with. how many people do you have left to meet?

speaking of the devil—or should you say, devils—, two annoying voices rang through the kitchen, interrupting the peacefulness that it was before they came in.

"i'm just saying that if you hadn't eaten my last bag of chips last week, i wouldn't have taken your cookies last night. it's all about fair play, man."

"and i keep telling you that it wasn't me! i don't even like those stupid salty ass chips from that brand,"

"stop lying, i saw you eating that brand the other day! just admit you stole my chips and go,"

"guys, are you really having another one of your stupid arguments now?" nat cuts them off and they immediately turned to you, finally noticing all of you.

"oh hey! y/n, right? it's nice to meet you, i'm sam. if you wanna survive in this place, you better hide your snacks because if you don't, this winter warrior here will snatch 'em all before you can even stash them in the cupboards. don't ever trust this guy here when it comes to your snacks. you heard what happened to mine," the man fakes a cry and you held back a laugh at his long introduction. you only wanted a name to match the face but he gave you much more. you didn't mind though, he seemed like a fun person.

"hi, doll, i'm bucky. don't listen to eagle right here, i do not steal snacks. i simply let people have a taste of their own medicine. you steal my snacks, wilson, i steal 'em back. you think i don't know you stole my oreos too last month? that's why i stole your damn chips last week,"

"so you did steal them!"

"so what if i did?! you stole my oreos first!"

"oh my god, guys, you're really embarrassing me in front of y/n. these are really the people i was excited to introduce her to," nat face-palmed and you couldn't help but laugh. "don't worry nat, these people seem amazing. i can't wait to get to know them better." you assured her and she smiles, pulling you close to her. "buckle up, sugar, because living with the avengers is gonna be a wild ride."

you were excited for what was about to come. it seemed like everything was finally falling into place. you finally got nat back and you didn't have to worry about losing her again because you had a feeling these people weren't going to let that happen.

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[2jaeh]

THREE DAYS  I  LEE TAEYONG

When your over controlling boyfriend invites you and his best friend to a three day resort did he not see trouble approaching? especially when said best friend has been trying to get in bed with you since the moment he met you.

Genre: mature theme, slight smut

warnings: cheating, suggestive masterbation, slight public scenes, cursing. 

words: 3k

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“Are you sure it's okay for me to tag along ?” Taeyong spoke into the phone as he threw a dress shirt into his already overflowing suitcase. “Okay cool, well I`ll see you guys at the resort then.” Taeyong sighed as he cut the call and took a good look at himself in the mirror. He wondered if he was too overdressed, or not dressed enough. He bit down on his lip and looked at the caller ID, his best friend Inseong holding on to the person Taeyong desired most, Inseong`s girlfriend. 

He had no idea when this “crush” began, if you could call it that at this point. Inseong and Taeyong had been casual university friends for a while but it was after graduation, when they both got hired by the same corporate office did they really establish a close friendship. 

Taeyong and Inseong did most things together, whether it be catching up at music events or a sunday afternoon golf trip. But if he were being honest, the real reason he loved hanging out with Inseong was because he knew he’d bring her around, the girl who had stolen his heart without having the slightest clue. 

DAY 1 : FRI

“Taeyong is afraid he is going to third wheel” Inseong chuckled as he concentrated on the open road in front of him, casually looking over at you scoffing down a bag of jelly tots. 

“Youre working though” you stuck your tongue out at him, “Im gonna be just as alone as he is.”

“I guess you are” Inseong let out a sigh, “I don't understand why the dude cant get a date though he’s pretty good looking right?”

“Uhm yeah he's attractive.” Attractive was an understatement. You will never forget the day Inseong introduced you to Taeyong, It was around the time you two just started dating about two years ago, and you had never seen someone that good looking up close before. It wasn't the fact that you didn’t find your boyfriend attractive, you loved Inseong and he was a good looking guy but Taeyong, he was different. 

Taeyong barely spoke to you but he was always polite and had a warm aura unlike the rest of Inseongs friends. He was the one you got along with most and because of that Inseong had a habit of inviting him on many of your trips, much like the one you're venturing on now. 

You stuffed the empty snack packets into a trash bag as Inseong pulled into a very fancy resort one you weren't quite familiar with. Inseong was actually on a work trip that involved meeting with potential clients and partners, this did not include Taeyongs sector but their boss allowed him to bring you two along as a treat. Inseong’s firm absolutely adored him, which made sense because he was practically married to his job. 

“I'm going to get the room keys” Inseong placed a peck on your cheek and you watched him jog off to the front desk while you meandered around the foyer of the hotel. 

“y/n” you heard a chirpy voice call from behind you. Turning you were met with those bold black orbs and that ever so charming smile.

“Taeyong” you grinned back pulling him into a tight hug that drowned you in his rich scented perfume. 

Taeyong wasn't sure if you noticed his fingers linger on the small of your back. He would always leave you small signs but you’d never notice. His bright eyes dulled for a second when your attention turned back to Inseong who returned with the room keys. 

“Oh you're here great! y/n and I are staying in the room next to yours, do you mind taking her up ?” Inseong said, handing Taeyong both sets of keys. 

“What? You’re not coming up to see the room ?” you asked, a little hurt that he was already ditching you on this trip. 

“Sorry honey they want to do a meet and greet and tour of the resort, i'll be up as soon as it's over” Inseong gently stroked your head and you watched him walk off with one of the resort employees.

“I guess it's just you and me then” Taeyong smiled although regretting his words when he saw the fake smile grace your face and made your way over to the elevators. Taeyong was all too familiar with this scene. Inseong being busy, he excludes you from the rest of his corporate friends and eventually calls on him to babysit you. He wondered if you resented him solely because of Inseong’s habits. He tried his best to always make you feel comfortable even if it put him in the most uncomfortable position both mentally...and physically. 

“Well I'm going to take a nap so I'll see you around I guess” you pressed your lips together and took the room key from him. 

“Are you not gonna eat anything ? We could go down for Lun-”

“I'm good Taeyong, I'll see you later okay ?” Taeyong watched as you disappeared into the room and it felt like he had been punched in his stomach. 

DAY 2 : SAT

Taeyong lay in bed utterly exhausted after barely getting a wink of sleep courtesy of the screaming match that happened last night. Although muffled, Taeyong already knew it was about Inseong coming back at around 3am. ‘What meeting would go on until that time especially on the first day’ Taeyong thought as he rubbed his bare chest and stared up at the ceiling. Inseong loved his job and he loved socializing with people who shared that interest. To him coming home at that time absolutely plastered was normal, because it was part of his work lifestyle. 

Taeyong groaned and turned onto his stomach, burying his head into the pillow as he heard your sobs replaying in his head from the fight. He was tired of sitting around not doing anything when he knew for a fact he could treat you way better. At moments like this he didn't give two shits about Inseong, especially after he got the new promotion and made a new friend group of pretentious assholes. Taeyong wanted to be with you by your own choice, he wanted to hang out with you without Inseongs name attached to the reason you two were together. 

Just as he was lost in his thoughts Taeyong’s ears perked at the sound of Inseong leaving the room and the sound of the shower running. 

“No fuck not now please not now” Taeyong groaned as he felt shudder overcome his body and his underwear became slightly restricted. His mind raced with thoughts of you. It all came to him so quickly he barely noticed that his hand was already down his sweatpants as he buried his face further into his pillow. He wished he was with you. The things he would do to you were unspeakable. He wouldn't give a shit if Inseong walked through those doors finding him on top of girlfriend, he didn't care. 

You finished drying yourself off and put on a cute yellow sundress that hugged your curves, showing off the two piece bikini that Inseong told you not to wear around the resort especially when he wasn't with you. This was payback for the way he treated you last night. Not only did he ditch you in a foreign room for an entire evening, he also returned drunk out of his mind and blamed you as usual for not taking care of him. You wanted to at least enjoy whatever you could from this trip and if it meant looking hot and hanging out with Taeyong, then so be it. 

You made your way next door and rang the doorbell patiently waiting for your assigned babysitter. Taeyong swung open the door, dressed in only in a pair of black harem pants and a towel on his neck that he used to dry his hair. You took in the site of his bare chest, drinking in his pretty figure that matched his gorgeous face. 

“I'm sorry I was gonna go down for breakfast I was wondering….i’ll just wait outside”  you stuttered and you heard Taeyong giggle

“Come inside y/n.” 

You walked inside his room and it was surprisingly neat in comparison to yours. You felt kinda embarrassed at the state of your room even though most of it were Inseongs doing anyway. 

Taeyong continued drying his hair as he watched you scan his room, his eyes already on your figure in that goddamn sundress. His only thoughts were ripping it off until he noticed you were staring right back at him. 

“Your hair is sticking up a bit at the back, here let me help you” 

Taeyong watched as you approached his figure and reached up to neaten his hair. He really admired his will power to keep his hands off your body as you inched closer and closer to him. 

“Thanks” he smiled sweetly masking his dark intent and threw on a loose hawaiian shirt gesturing towards the door, “shall we?”

The two of you had a decent day lounging around the pool area and took a stroll on the beach before heading back for lunch. You never expected to bump into Inseong and his colleagues during lunch and the way Inseong looked at your outfit, you knew you’d never hear the end of it. He practically ignored you the entire time while he and his friends chatted away, even going as far as introducing Taeyong to a few of them but not you. 

Just before you and Taeyong made your way to the elevators to retreat back to the rooms, Inseong jogged over and tugged on your wrist. 

“I know we had it out last night but was all of this really necessary ?” Inseong gritted his teeth as he looked over your skimpy outfit. 

“I thought it was cute, not everything I do is to ruin your perfect life Inseong” you rolled your eyes and pressed the button to signal the elevator. 

Inseong let out an exasperated sigh and released your wrist before massaging his temple. 

“Just dont pull this kinda shit at the dinner tomorrow please, the chairman is going to be there.”

You and Taeyong watched as Inseong stomped away and Taeyong noticed that for once instead of beating yourself up about Inseongs reaction you seemed somewhat proud to piss him off to that extent. 

“I'm sorry you're always in the middle of all of this Taeyong” you apologized as the two of you stepped onto your floor and made your way to the rooms. 

“It's okay y/n it's not your fault, and besides I think you look ridiculously hot in that dress” he replied and licked his lips as you felt your face heat up with his bold words. “Also,” he continued as he scanned his room key

“I think you should own it, wear something sexy tomorrow, not for Inseong but for yourself and maybe a little for me.” 

DAY 3 : SUN

You looked at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the classy black velvety dress you had saved for a night out. The dress was intended for a Valentines date with Inseong but that never happened because he had a more important meeting to attend. 

As you made final touches to your outfit you wondered if subconsciously you did also dress up for Taeyong. God the way he looked at you when he told you to wear something sexy, you hadn't felt flustered yet intrigued like that in a long time. 

You put on the final touches to your make up and made your way down to the banquet room. You already felt a bit awkward as you noticed a few people stare at you and whisper until you saw Taeyong. You barely noticed Inseong sit directly in front of him, all you could see was Taeyongs dark eyes taking every bit of you in. 

Inseong’s eyes though we're different. He looked annoyed but still got up to help you into your seat which was weirdly next to Taeyong instead of him. But then it dawned on you when you noticed that the name card next to him was the chairman. 

Typical. That was all he cared about in the end. 

Taeyong’s eyes were still on you as you took your seat, unbothered if Inseong even noticed at this point, he was in awe. Did you dress up because he told you to ? Did you dress up for yourself and maybe, just maybe for him ?

“You look gorgeous y/n” he whispered, his deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. You brushed your hair behind your ear and nodded a thank you, trying to keep your focus elsewhere. Although Taeyong was conversing with the people at the table something made you feel as if you still had his full attention. 

You almost jumped when you felt his cold fingers trace circles on your knee, his focus was still in his conversation but yours was solely on his movements. Taeyong lightly squeezed your thigh to test the waters, a smirk he indefinitely couldn't hide graced his face and he allowed his hand to move higher. 

You gulped as he began to move, completely entranced by his touch as you felt him trace more circles on your upper thigh until his hand settled in your lap. Taeyong moved his chair closer to you and the table in order to obstruct the view of a passerby or any suspicious eyes at the table. 

“You work with Inseong right?” a man said to Taeyong as he laced his fingers with yours under the table.

All of it was so incredibly promiscuous but it gave you an adrenaline rush and Taeyong knew you were completely on board when you squeezed his hand back and bit down on your lip. 

Taeyong grabbed your hand and placed it in his own lap, allowing you to feel exactly what you were doing to him at this moment. You sucked in a breath as you palmed him and he gave your thigh another squeeze, this time much harder, rougher than before. 

Eventually into the night you decided to excuse yourself and Inseong preferred it anyway. You couldn't believe how oblivious he was to the closeness of you and Taeyong that it only angered you even more of how he would really choose these fake people over his girlfriend for the night. 

As you made your way to the elevator you didn't even realise Taeyong had already followed you there, putting on his usual laid back demeanor. The two of you stepped into the elevator and it was silent. You wondered why he was so quiet especially after pulling that stunt during dinner. Completely confused you grabbed your room key but before you could scan it Taeyong blocked your path, scanning his room key and pulled you inside his room not giving you any time to process this. 

He was all over you, his lips his hands his body, you felt almost every part of him as he pressed you against the wall. He used his knee to separate your legs as he planted open mouthed kisses on your neck, practically growling into your ear when he heard a moan escape your lips. 

“I-I didn't do anything in case someone from dinner saw us” he explained as he found the hook of your dress but stopped to look in your eyes, “are you okay with this?” 

You answered him by practically ripping open his white dress shirt and ran your hands down his body. Taeyong smirked and moved you to the bed, ridding himself of his shoes and trousers before attacking your neck once more. 

“I'm sorry if this all moves too fast I literally can't help myself” he growled once more as you got undressed and the sight of you in your scantily clad underwear made him lightheaded. 

“Well its best we hurry the fuck up before that asshole comes back” you sighed as you pulled him on top of you. 

“Fuck I dont want to hear about him, youre mine right now” Taeyong groaned and skillfully unclipped your bra and rid you of your lace panties. You bit down on your lip as you watched him pull down his boxers and free his member, licking your lips unconsciously. 

“Don't worry baby you can suck it next time” he teased and without warning pushed himself into you with one brisk movement. The room filled with both of your moans as Taeyong’s hips slammed into yours, while one hand laced his fingers with yours while the other was wrapped around your throat. 

“Oh my God Taeyong” you cried completely in ecstasy thanks to the way Taeyong handled you. He was animalistic yet not hurting you in any way. His eyes burned holes into yours as he moved his hips faster and faster until you came undone and he followed straight after. 

Taeyong quickly cleaned you up and kissed you softly, his touches were much lighter as he held your face in his hands moving his lips gracefully against yours. 

“I'm going to end things with him Taeyong I can't take it anymore” you rested your head on his chest as he stroked your hair. 

“I know baby just do whats best for you, and just know I actually do like you like really fucking like you” he replied and he felt you smile. 

“You fell for me in three days ?” you giggled against his chest. 

“No baby i've liked you since the day I met you, these three days were for you to finally come to your senses.”

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[nashibirne]

DESPERADO - 3

Helen and August are back. Sorry it took me a while to write the next chapter but our holidays got in the way of writing. Anyway, here it is and it's getting a little steamy. I somehow struggled with writing the smut this time, it was somewhat hard to find the right balance in their dynamics but I think it turned out fine in the end. I hope you like it, too. As you know, writers live off validation, so comments, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated 💜

Pairing: Augut Walker x OFC (Helen Nichols)

Summary: August has survived the fight with Ethan Hunt and the fall from the cliff. A few lucky coincidences saved his life and he ends up with a woman that saves him and gives him shelter in her little hermit hut. He is at a turning point in his life. What is he going to do?

Word count: ~ 3.1 k

Warnings: Description of injuries, smut, NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), vaginal sex

NO BETA! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Credits: I don’t own August Walker and anything related to MI:Fallout. Pics for the moodboard from pinterest, face claim Helen: Rooney Mara

You can find parts 1 and 2 and my other fics on my masterlist.

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Desperado

Oh, you ain't gettin' no younger

Your pain and your hunger

They're drivin' you home

Freedom, oh freedom

Well that's just some people talkin'

Your prison is walkin' through this world all alone

From Desperado by The Eagles, Lyrics: Don Henley, Glenn Frey

"She's dead. She died in an accident. She was gone. I stayed."

No matter how hard August tried to find out more about Allison, there was no way to make Helen tell him anything else but these simple basics. She'd worked hard on building a protective wall around that part of her heart and her mind, she had closed off the grief and the feeling of guilt and she wasn't willing to hand over the key to her memories to a random stranger who was lying about his identity.

Besides August's futile attempts to pry into Helen's past the next two weeks were quite harmonious. While Helen had decided to ignore the fact that Austin Peters was a fake persona to avoid any kinds of complications, August had decided to accept the inevitable and to be a nice houseguest and he grudgingly let Helen take care of him. They soon got used to the fact that her help made them share pretty intimate moments and August had a hard time granting her access to his personal space, letting her literally touch him everywhere when she had to treat his wounds or help him get dressed and undressed, but he also watched her blush and shy away from him with fiendish joy.

It made him feel better about his face that his body obviously still had a significant effect on Helen and he couldn't deny that seeing her running around in her underwear or imagining her standing in the shower naked had a certain effect on him too. And it wasn't only physical, he really started to like her. She was smart and tough but also witty and cheeky sometimes, and it was hard for him to admit to himself that he enjoyed her company. Stockholm syndrome for sure, he tried to tell himself but in the back of his mind he knew the truth.

He had no idea that Helen felt the same and that her aloof manner was mostly facade. Behind the mask of indifference she was growing warm feelings for him. Warm, foolish, irrational feelings for a man she actually knew nothing about and who was involved in an FBI investigation. She blamed her hunger for interpersonal interactions and warmth that resulted from her self-chosen isolation for these surfacing emotions and did her best to ignore them.

What was really bothering Helen most after only a few days was the sleeping situation. Despite the fact that the there-is-only-one-bed-trope was everything from hot to romantic in theory it was only leading to back pain in reality. August kept on offering to sleep on the couch but she wouldn't let him. He needed a comfortable place to sleep and her sofa was hardly big enough for her. A tall man like him wouldn't be able to get a wink of sleep on it. So after 14 nights she decided to do something about it. She had made a call in the morning, August had heard her muffled voice from the kitchen when he was in the bathroom, and now a car was driving up to the hut. He started to panic.

"Who's that?"

He looked at Helen and she gave him a shrug.

"A friend. He's bringing me a folding bed, called him this morning. I'm not going to survive another night on the couch."

A car door was slammed shut with a thud and foot steps were coming closer to the front door.

"He can't come in, Helen", August whispered, giving her a pleading glance. She raised an eyebrow.

"Why's that?"

"He mustn't see me. Please."

Helen eyed him up and down and when it knocked August held his breath, his heart racing. She turned to the door without another word and August grabbed a large knife from the knife block before hiding in the corner of the room that wasn't visible from the entrance. Helen flinched when she realized that he'd armed himself but after taking a deep breath she opened the door with a nonchalant smile.

"Naseer. Hi. That was quick."

"Hi Helen. Yeah, it sounded urgent on the phone and you can't sleep in a broken bed so I thought I better bring you the folding bed as soon as possible."

August tried to imagine the man who belonged to the pleasant, warm voice. His English was very good but he clearly wasn't a native speaker. Someone from the village he guessed. From the village he would have erased without batting an eyelid just two weeks ago. His stomach twisted at the thought and it filled him with anger that he seemed to evolve something like a conscience lately.

"That's really kind of you."

He could hear the smile in Helen's voice.

"Let me help you unload it."

"No, I'll go and get it. Just tell me where to put it."

"Just put it here on the porch. I'll take care of it later."

Naseer gave Helen a funny look and she knew he was thinking she was acting strange but she could hardly let him walk inside the hut where August was awaiting him with a knife. She watched her only friend walk to his truck, grabbing the bed from the loading space and carrying it to the house.

"It's no problem to carry it inside", he said when he was standing in front of Helen again. "I could also fix your bed. I built it, it shouldn't be hard to replace a broken part."

He built it? The guy built Helen's bed? August started to wonder what kind of friend he was and why the question bothered him so much.

"No! No, that won't be necessary, Naseer."

Christ, woman, don't talk so fast. Her nervousness was showing in her voice and August was worried he might really have to use that fucking knife.

"Really, it's fine...I'm quite busy right now. In the middle of a creative phase...you know...kissed by the muse."

Good girl, back on track. August's heart rate went back to normal.

"You're working on your book again? That's great, Hel."

Hel? He rolled his eyes, annoyed and impatient.

"Yeah, it really is. My agent is pretty relieved too, my writer's block made him quite nervous. But I'm working almost non-stop on it...so yeah."

She shrugged with a sheepish grin, feeling terrible for lying to him.

"Is that why you needed all those supplies? Because you don't want to leave for grocery shopping in the next few weeks? Your truck was loaded when we met the other day."

"Exactly."

"I see...well…"

"Yeah…"

"I better get going then. Let you work in peace…"

"Thanks for stopping by, Naseer."

"Anytime. You know you can always call me when something's wrong or when you need help, right?"

"Of course." Her laugh sounded fake and nervous and for a moment she thought Naseer was going to ask her what was going on but he only gave her a worried look before he left. Helen let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and closed the door behind her.

"He's gone. You can put that away." She pointed at the knife August clung to, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

"What?" He looked at her angrily, putting the knife back in the knife block. "I just wanted to be prepared."

Helen let out a snort. "For what? Naseer attacking an injured stranger?"

"I don't know him."

"But I do. He's a friend and you made me act rude without a reason."

"A friend, huh? Hel?" August said in a mocking tone wiggling his eyebrows. He tried to be cheeky and make her laugh to ease the tension but he knew it was a stupid move as soon as the words left his mouth.

"Yes. A friend. Austin."

She was still being deadly serious and stressed his false name pointedly crossing her arms in front of her chest. August didn't know what to say or do to keep the situation from escalating so he just shrugged.

"Fine."

"Fine? That's all you have to say? For fucks sake...tell me why you didn't want Naseer to see you. Explain to me why you armed yourself with a knife, hiding in a dark corner of my house. My fucking house, goddamn…in which you found shelter..." She was furious now and he made a step towards her, his hands raised up in surrender. "Okay, listen, Helen."

"I'm all ears."

"As I said, it was just taking precautions. I'm a mistrustful person, made some bad experiences in the past and got hurt too often."

"Bullshit." She shook her head. "Don't try to tug at my heartstrings. Just tell me the truth."

August took a deep breath, he was getting frustrated and annoyed by her insistence.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I just can't, okay? Let's just leave it at that or…"

“Or what? Are you going to kill me?”

Her voice was full of sarcasm but her eyes showed him that a part of her was scared of him, wondering what he was capable of. The logical answer to her question would have been yes. His answer should have been yes, but when he said no, when he denied it, August meant it. He wasn't going to kill her nor would he ever hurt her.

“No, but I still can’t tell you.”

She could tell by the expression on his face that he was torn. He wanted to open up to her, but he felt like he couldn't.

“Just give me something. A little part of the truth to help me understand who you are, where you’re coming from and what you`re up to."

“That’s not so easy, Helen. You might not like what you’re going to hear.”

He gave her a shrug and something that was supposed to be a smile.

“I don’t care. August.”

He blinked repeatedly. “Sorry?”

“Yes...August.” She rolled her eyes. “I know that you've been lying to me from day one."

He got up and started to pace the hut, still hobbling a little, though his ankle was much better. He wasn’t really worried just debating with himself. After a while he stopped by the window, staring outside. “You're right. My name is August. August Walker.”

"Thanks, but I already know that much", Helen snapped.

"How did you find out about my name?" He asked as calmly as his fluttering nerves allowed it, turning around to look her in the eyes.

"Why did you lie to me?" Helen threw him a challenging look.

"How much do you know?" August was not willing to leave his questions unanswered.

"Why. Did. You. Lie. To. Me?" Helen shouted at him.

"It's none of your fucking business", he yelled back.

Helen laughed out loud.

"It's none of my business? Are you kidding me? I saved you. I let you stay in my house, sleep in my bed, I treat your wounds, I take care of you, give you shelter, I've helped you in every possible way, no matter how many of my personal boundaries have been transgressed and now you're seriously telling me that it's none of my business that you've lied to me all this fucking time?"

"I've never asked for your help."

His voice was calm, his facial expression blank and stern but his eyes were blazing with emotion. His stare was so intense it made Helen shiver.

"You ungrateful ass", she whispered, stunned by his audacity. "You took all I had to give without saying thank you only once. And now you're…"

He was right in front of her with two big strides, his lips crashing on hers with unexpected passion. Helen was too surprised to think about her reaction. She instinctively kissed him back, granting him access, letting him deepen the kiss, allowing his hands to explore her body. 60 seconds later she was in control of herself again. She pushed him away, staring at him dumbfounded.

"Shit. What are you doing?"

"Expressing my gratitude."

He gave her an outrageously sexy smirk and it took Helen just a split second to grab him by his shirt and pull him close again to kiss him feverishly. She wanted him. She wanted him badly. She wanted him now.

August pressed her against the wall with his huge body, caressing her tits through her clothes while kissing her neck. She moaned and started to tug at his shirt. He took it off in a hurry and Helen got rid of her top and bra. When they kissed again she let her hands run over his chest gently, making sure not to hurt him. She pulled away and looked at him, at his scarred face that was still so handsome now that the wounds were healing and the swelling had gone down around his eye. August averted his eyes, burying his head in the crook of her neck again, withdrawing from her gaze.

"Turn around", he mumbled, taking her by her waist.

She did what he asked her to do but when she heard him fumble with his belt and the sound of his pants hitting the floor behind her back, when his hands tried to pull down her sweatpants impatiently, she turned around again. She reached up and cupped his face with her tiny hands, running her thumb tenderly over his burnt skin.

"Listen, August. This is not going to be a quickie, okay? You want to express your gratitude? Great. I like this. But do it properly. Fuck me rough, if you want to, fuck me hard, but don't you dare to hide from me. Look at me. Kiss me. Give me the feeling of being wanted. Pretend it's more than just some kind of job."

He looked at her with an unreadable expression, hesitating for a moment. He opened his mouth but instead of saying something he pressed his lips together with a nod. Helen smiled at him before stripping naked slowly.

When he kissed her again he took his time, enjoying the sensation of holding her naked body close to his now. She was surprised by his tenderness, by his gentle touch and the delicate kisses he covered her body with and blown away by the passion that soon erupted from deep within him. It was just a small step from long, slow kisses to making out like two hungry predators.

He lifted her up easily and carried her to her bed where he laid her down on her back carefully. He climbed between her legs and looked at her.

"Ready to get fucked like never before?"

She smirked. "Big words. I hope you're not all mouth."

"You don't like my mouth?" He started to kiss her belly, licking her skin, leaving a wet trace that led down south where his tongue met her soft pubic hair.

"I love your mouth."

Helen moaned when he kissed her pussy and parted her folds with his tongue.

"Yeah? You like my tongue too?"

He started to tongue fuck her and she grabbed his head, pressing his face closer to her sex.

"Shut up and eat me out."

She threw her head back when sucked on her clit.

"Oh fuck…" She moved her hips slowly to the rhythm of his actions, rolling them with intense motions, burying her fingers in his thick, curly hair. "Just like this...yes."

Her moans got louder and louder and his dick was so hard it hurt, leaking precum. He knew she was about to come but she stopped him before she climaxed.

"Lay down", she ordered and so they switched positions. August had always been a dominant lover but being bossed around by her was a great turn on. He loved how determined she was, it was incredibly sexy how she was chasing her high, not even trying to hide that she wanted to fulfil her own needs most of all. She was starved, desperately in need of this, of him. In this moment she needed him, she wanted him, she allowed him to give her what she was craving.

Helen was kneeling between his legs now, grabbing his dick. "I love your cock too." She grinned at him before she started to suck him off with a devotion that was new to him.

She turned him into a whimpering, panting mess soon, her lips and her tongue working their magic on his dick, and just like her, he grabbed her head to have some kind of control over her actions. He made her take him deeper and she took him deeper.

"Good girl. Taking me so well."

His voice was raspy and she locked eyes with him, her gaze telling him that she liked to be praised. August groaned when she slowly pulled back, licking his length one last time.

"Fuck, Helen...I need to feel you."

"I'll make you feel me."

Saliva was dripping from her swollen lips and he almost got off just by the sight of it. His saviour, his saint had turned into a shameless whore and he was willing to worship and adore her for being his dirty, little slut.

"Yes, you will."

He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her onto his cock. She sighed with pleasure when he entered her tight cunt, stretching her wet pussy and as soon as she got used to his size she started to ride him, rolling her hips slowly in a rhythm that was giving them both the greatest pleasure. August stroked her tits, caressed and kneaded them and she supported her body with her hands on his chest. She picked up speed and when August pinched her nipple she came with a hoarse shriek, her whole body trembling with ecstasy and lust.

Helen bent down to kiss him and he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly while thrusting his hips. He fucked her without restraint now, his thrusts hard, fast and deep. He railed her mercilessly until his intense orgasm swept him away. He let out a long, satisfied moan and loosened his grip on her body.

He kissed her again but she seemed to be in a rush suddenly and rolled off him and went to the bathroom. August was kind of surprised and sobered to a certain degree when he heard that she was taking a shower. She either couldn't stand after-sex-cuddles in general or she really thought that he had just done her a favor to thank her for her hospitality.

He wondered how many times he would have to fuck her till she was willing to fall asleep in his arms afterwards.

*****

#henry cavill #cavillry #henry cavill fandom #august walker smut #august walker #august walker fanfiction #august walker x ofc

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◟𖥻 ♡⃕ ៹ ·˚ ༘ ◡̈ she wasn't you ཿ remus lupin

▰▰▰ pairing(s): young!remus lupin x fem!reader, young!james potter x fem!reader (platonic)

summary: remus realizes that he was looking for y/n in other people

warning: a little jealousy ig, probably some grammar mistakes since english is not my first language :)

a/n: this is my first post and is honestly such a mess, I didn't even know what I was writing half of the time but I really liked the result so here ya go!!

words count: 1868

slightly inspired by this scene from secret admirer

ㅤㅤㅤy/n had always loved hogsmeade, especially in snowy times, there was something about the town that used to made her very happy and excited about the days they were allowed to visit the place. However, that saturday morning she wasn't as thrilled about the trip as always, and she was even willing to stay at bed all day while her friends went to have fun.

“cmon, you never miss an oportunity to go to hogsmeade” pleaded james while the girl covered herself with blankets up to the neck

“y'know what they say, there's always a first time for everything” she shrugged.

“is this about remus?” potter ventured to ask, making the girl freeze in her spot.

“what about remus?” she asked back, trying to act nonchalantly, the boy raised his eyebrowns at her in pure disbelief.

“I know that you know that he has a date, y/n/n” he said cautiously, waiting to see the reaction of his best friend, who hid further under the sheets as a response

"really? didn't know, guess people find out new things every day huh” she kept acting like she didn't know, like that wasn't the reason she was in bed at two in the afternoon, but she was a pretty bad liar and the way james knew her, probably better than anyone, didn't help at all

“listen to me y/n, I know that you fancy him and I know it's been like this for a while but this is probably for the better” james sighned, sitting on the edge of his bed, where she was laying with the covers covering most of her face “I love moony, and i'm very happy for him, but you deserve more than being sad in bed for someone that doesn't see how amazing you are”

y/n poked her head out of the covers, a very little smile crossing her face as she extended her arms towards james who quickly understood and took her in his own arms, hugging her and stroking her tousled hair with a smile. she felt safe, she always felt safe being with james, as if her worries were silly and there was nothing in the world that could hurt her.

“I still don't want to go to hogsmeade” she mumbled, her face hiding in the crook of his neck “I appreciate what you're doing for me, really, but I just want to sleep and forget about all this, just for today”

“then I'll stay with you” james replied, laying down and dragging y/n with him, determined not to let her go.

“but you should go, you deserve some fun and peter and sirius are waiting for you, you guys probably had a lot of plans for today.” she babbled, shoking her head.

“I'm pretty sure they can survive a few hours without me” james insisted and y/n knew he wasn't going to give up.

“can they? 'cause I bet sirius would die after fifteen minutes without you” she said jokingly, closing her eyes with a smile peeking out of her face as she heard james laughing

“he can figure how to survive just for today, I'm not gonna leave you alone drowning in your own misery” he joked, but the determination was clear in his voice.

y/n didn't bother to reply, knowing he would keep insisting, James Potter was for sure stubborn as hell and once he had proposed something, it was impossible to get the idea out of his head. So she sighned and, without talking more, she made herself comfortable in his arms, her eyes still closed as the world began to disappear around her and a feeling of peace started settling in her chest as the minutes passed slowly.

“shut up, you're gonna wake them up" sirius' voice flooded y/n's ears, followed by the sound of a door being opened

"no need, you already did" replied peter watching at the bed where his two friends were laying.

indeed, y/n began to slowly open her eyes while letting out a small yawn but remus was too frozen in his place to even react to that, a very strange feeling hitting his stomach as his head replayed over and over the scene his own eyes had witnessed seconds before; y/n laying on top of James, her face hidden in his chest while the boy hugged her around the waist, both of them fast asleep over the messy sheets.

“hey guys, how was hogsmeade?” she said, releasing herself from james's grasp to sit next to him, a tired smile crossing her face as she watched the other three marauders.

“it was pretty boring withou-” peter's sentence was left unfinished and the words lost in the air as remus spoke above him.

“we spend the whole afternoon looking for you two” he looked angry and y/n's tiredness disappeared quickly, being remplaced with surprise at the actitude of the boy.

“the hell's happening?” muttered james, his voice sounding sleepy as he narrowed his eyes at his friends

“we can ask you the same question" replied remus bitterly “did you even think how bloody worried we were?”

“moony what the fuck, It wasn't a big deal, we just fell asleep.” james was still half asleep, maybe too much to deal with the situation.

“you know what, prongs? I just remembered we bought a bunch of stuff from zonko's” sirius was fast to intervene, walking towards potter's bed “why don't we go watch it? I thought we could think of some way to use them”

before james could even respond, sirius lifted him completely out of bed and dragged him to the door, james tripping over his own feet while trying to walk on his own as peter didn't waste time following them. y/n got up too, with the intention of following them but sirius quickly closed the door before she could even get to it.

she understood the message very clear, exhaling before she turned to look at the only boy left; remus put his hands to his own face to hide behind them, letting out an exasperated sigh. the girl approached him quietly without saying anything, the two of them falling in a silence for some very long minutes.

“what happened to you?” she hesitated before asking, eyeing him with discretion.

“do you like him?” the answer was obviusly not expected by y/n, who seemed to have been taken by surprise “I mean james, do you like him?”

“what are you talking about?” she laugned with disbelief, but when she saw how serious remus was, she sighed “of course not”

“it's you who I like, prat” she wanted to tell him, but she bit her tongue just in time not to let go of anything that she would regret later, falling silent as she watched remus nooding slowly with his head.

“why do you care anyway” she questioned instead, crossing her arms under her chest.

“you two are my best friends, of course I care” y/n felt the disappointment roll her stomach at the answer. That was not the answer she was expecting.

“how was your date?” she quickly changed the subject, even though a part of her didn't want to know the answer.

“oh great, yeah, she's great” He rambled on, glancing at y / n sideways before speaking again “but...”

“but...” she encouraged, biting her lower lip while looking at the floor.

“but...” remus hesitated, scratching the back of his neck as a million thoughts ran through his head “she was great but she wasn't you”

she quickly raised her head, allowing remus a view of her tear-filled eyes but she didn't care about that, her biggest concern was the way her heart was starting to beat fast, almost as if it was treatening to jump off her chest in any moment.

“what do you mean?” she gulped, feeling a lump in her throat that didn't allow her to fully form the words.

“she was talking about all those things and she was really interesting you know? or so I thought, because I wasn't really paying attention” he admitted, shutting his eyes for a minute “I wasn't paying attention 'cause the only thing I could think about was that she wasn't you”

y/n had always liked remus, and she really didn't think anyone could blame her for it, was there really something not to like?  Remus was pretty, kind and incredibly charming, he was a great friend, extremely smart and responsible when it was necessary but at the same time he could be so much fun when he was around the people he felt comfortable with.  if anyone thought about the perfect human prototype, then the closest thing to that would have to be remus lupin.

so being there in that exact moment, standing in front of him after hearing what he had to say, she felt all the words get stuck in her throat as she locked eyes with him.

“it just wasn't what I thought it was supposed to be” he continued, feeling nervous as the time passed and there was no response from her “I expected her to be like... you.”

she had dreamed of situations similar to that for so long, she had waited for something like that for years and now that she had remus telling her all that, looking completely serious, she didn't know how to respond and that made her feel slightly frustrated, because she could see the desperation growing in lupin's eyes as time passed.

“I just want you to know that I don't expect you to feel the same, but I just can't keep it all to myself anymore” he kept babbling and was only interrumpted when y/n finally reacted.

and she did the only thing that crossed her mind, approaching him and pulling him by the collar of his shirt to bring their lips together in a kiss that caught remus off guard and he only reacted seconds later, realizing that everything was real and not just a product of his imagination; his shoulders relaxing as he raised one of his hands to her chin, the other hand resting on her waist. Their lips danced together for a few seconds, fitting perfectly, almost as if they were made for each other and everything around them disappeared, the world stopping its course during that moment.

“I don't like james” she repeated, as she had done minutes before, her breathing was agitated as she rested her forehead on his “I don't like him because I like you, you idiot”

remus smile grew while he leaned to give her a little peek on the lips, only to be interrumpted by a sniff coming from the entry of the room, the two of them quickly pulling apart to put their glances towards the place, only to find three people standing right there, each one with the same smile on their faces.

“well aren't you two adorable?” teased sirius, with a grin on his face.

“you guys seriously don't know boundaries, do you?" y/n asked, only realizing her mistake once she saw sirius smiling even more.

“we siriusly don't”

#remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #james potter x reader #harry potter #harry potter imagine #marauders imagine #remus lupin fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #remus lupin one shot

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"MADNESS LOVE"

*GIF NOT MINE* 

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: None (if I need one let me know in my ask!)

Prompt: NONE

Word Count: 1,860

A/N: Okay, this time I didn’t use any prompt from my board on Pinterest. I came with the idea last night (thanks insomnia), and I thought I could make it in 2 parts. Let me know what do you think in my ask, is always open for you. If you want t, like it and reblog it. Thank you very much! 

A/N 2: I’m gonna pin this imagine so you can easily find it on my page, I will do the same when posting part 2. :)

A/N 3: This awesome gif is from Pinterest but, it comes from Wattpad. Her account is Ariana-Fic and you can find it in her fic “Soldiers in Intelligence”.

Being a cop wasn't easy, putting your life in danger to protect and serve others sometimes wasn't successful. It was 50/50, every morning you will be walking out home not knowing if you could come back.

It had been three weeks without a person in the unit. Detective Jay Halstead had been wounded in a crossfire in a covert operation; when one of you got hurt everyone took responsibility even if it wasn't that way, only for some it was harder to try not to blame yourself for what happened. You had blamed Hailey for not covering Jay enough even though you knew it wasn't her fault, you even avoided her a few days after that. 

She was her partner way long before you were assigned to Intelligence by Sergeant Voight.

Narcotics helped Intelligence in a case; it was your case but somehow their case intertwined with yours at some point, both departments agreed to work to stop the overdoses in the area. You were the best at CO, so it made sense for Sergeant Voight to pick Jay, one of his best undercovers for a purchase. Your skills didn't go unnoticed by anyone in the Intelligence Unit, even for someone with experience like Jay. After the case was over he offered you a spot in his Unit, you doubt it for a moment, you were good in Narcotics, good pay, accumulated vacation days, Voight wasn't known for being a patient person and some co-workers encouraged you to take that step by commenting on how crazy you must be not to accept such an offer. 

You were well received by all, perhaps except for Sergeant Trudy Platt, who didn't like strangers or new people in the district. Jay was among the first to congratulate you when you arrived, for a moment you thought you'd be partners but Voight wouldn't break his dream team, so he paired you with Kevin Atwater, whom you've been entrusting your life and darkest secrets to ever since. 

Atwater was the first one you told about the nights you stayed late with Jay in Molly's, he was the first to know how those late nights became visiting his apartment, to end up arriving together one morning, to the district. He had told you about Voight's rules and how he was firm with them after Jay's last relationship had gone bad with his partner and that had affected his way of working a bit.

Jay and you decided to go slowly, the only one who would know about you two would be Kevin, it was agreed at least, but Hailey Upton was very good at her job so she soon realized what was happening between you. She had supported you, although she did not agree to hide this from her sergeant, she wanted to see her partner happy.

They were all at their desks, doing paperwork on a case they had closed the day before, when Trudy appeared on the stairs.

"Guess who came back from her mandatory break."

You looked up from the papers in front of you to look at a smiling Jay Halstead, who was looking at Trudy with a raised eyebrow.

"Nice to see you too, Trudy."

"Yeah, now try to get away from the bullets for a while, I don't want to have to worry about any of you for a long time."

Kevin and Adam were the first to approach him, joking and patting him on the shoulder. Kim and Hailey were next, giving him a loving hug before heading back to his places. You had stood up to lean against your desk, your arms crossed over your chest, Jay leaned closer, although he kept some distance, the mocking smile still on his lips. You were the first to speak.

"I see you survived, Halstead."

"Hey, don't say it like that, I'm going to think you're not happy to see me alive."

You pressed your lips together so as not to smile because of his comment, it was the game that both played in front of everyone else, the sarcastic comments to pretend that they were not getting along as well as they should. You nodded and looked at him.

"It's good to have you back."

Jay's smile widened and he put his hands on his hips.

"Look at that, you're happy to have me here."

You rolled your eyes and sat back in your chair when Voight left his office, leaning against the doorframe.

"How are you Jay?"

Jay nodded his head looking at his boss.

"Good, Sarge."

"Good, because I just hung up with the Superintendent and he wants to acknowledge what you did. Tomorrow there will be a public event, downtown."

You all clapped for a moment, before Voight continued speaking.

"Now try not to die until tomorrow."

Without saying more he returned to his office. Jay went to his desk to catch up on all the overdue paperwork, from time to time you looked up to observe him, you were glad to have him back but the moment you knew about the award, you felt a bitter taste in your mouth. Why were they going to decorate him when he almost died? 

You stood up and went to the coffee room, took one of the cups on the wall and poured yourself some, you still felt that bitter taste in your mouth. You heard footsteps behind you and looked over your shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Jay asked, taking another cup, reaching for the pot and pouring himself some coffee as well. You leaned a little to look towards the door, checking that no one was around to hear you. You started to get tired of that, checking over your shoulders to see if no one could hear your conversations or whatever you were doing behind closed doors.

“Uhm, yes, I’m just a little tired. We have been in some paperwork duties from a few cases from the past weeks.”

You took a sip from the cup, making a little grin at the taste of the coffee.

“Well, just for the record, I know when something’s bothering you. We have been together almost a year.”

He looked satisfied with himself, and you couldn’t deny it because he was right, Jay knew you so well almost since day one. You looked at him and gave him a little smile, his mood was good after dealing with a grumpy man at his house because he couldn’t get back to work after being shot, and you definitely didn't want to be the one to screw it up. 

Kim walks into the room without realizing the interruption she just made or how you take a little more distance between you two, starts a little chat with Jay and you decide to go back to your desk.

Later, in the locker room, you were finishing picking up some things from your little blue locker, putting them in the gym bag you were carrying that day when Kevin appeared next to you, opening his own locker.

"I don't see you so happy today, you were quiet for most of the day, man you didn't even laugh at Ruzek's nonsense. I thought having Jay back would make you feel better."

You sighed and took a seat on the bench, rubbing your hands over your face before looking at your best friend. You played with your lower lip a bit before speaking.

"Kevin, am I crazy for wanting more in this relationship? I mean, we've worked well without anyone knowing, what difference would it make if we did from the knowledge of Voight, of our friends?"

They both fell silent when an officer entered the room and moments later he left the room, you clenched your fist and struck the cold metal in front of you, you felt frustrated and helpless. Kevin sat next to you, rubbing his hands together as he took his time answering you.

"Y/N, you are a pretty strong woman who knows what she wants, don't let anyone make you feel like you can't, not even some of my friends. If you want, I can talk to him, you know man to man" .

His comment made you laugh a little, releasing a bit of the tension in your chest, you bumped his shoulder with yours, pushing him a little.

"Thanks Kev. I don't think that talk is necessary but I will take it into account for future problems."

"Whenever you need me, girl."

You took your bag, Kevin had helped you lift your spirits but you knew you had to do something with your feelings, for better or for worse. 

Jay was in the kitchen when he heard you arrive, a smile formed on his face as he came out to greet you, an ice cold beer in his hand and a hockey game in the background on television. He walked over to you to kiss your forehead, took your bag and set it aside by the door.

"It took you a little longer than usual to get here, I'm sorry I didn't wait for you. Trudy wanted me to fill out some forms for tomorrow and I left earlier."

You couldn't look at Jay without stopping to think about the consequences that your words would have, you knew about his past and you didn't want to be the evil witch who would ruin what you both had until that day. You settled next to him, resting your head on his chest while he watched the game and he made imaginary shapes on the skin of your arm.

It took you a few minutes before you could form a sentence, your voice lacking the strength you had gathered all the way to his apartment.

"Jay, what if we tell Voight we're together?"

Your voice caught his attention, looking at you completely confused.

"Y/N, we both know that we can't say anything at the moment if we want to continue working in the same unit."

You slowly sat up again, turning a little so you could face him, Jay was sure of what he was saying, it showed in his face and in the confidence with which he had spoken.

"Jay, I'm tired of having to hide from everyone, like what we're doing is wrong. Voight will understand if-"

"I've been through this before Y/N, I know what I'm talking about. I also refused to hide my thing with Erin, but things changed. If we tell this to Voight he will remove someone from the team and we know it will not be me."

You felt the air come out of your lungs, as if someone had hit you, Jay realized his mistake when you stood up, he began to move his head trying to speak, he left the beer on the coffee table trying to take your hand .

"Y/N, it's not what- it's not what I meant ..."

Unaware of your movements, you started to take your things in a frenzy, Jay seemed to be talking to you but you couldn't identify his words or what he was trying to tell you, you just left.

To be continued...

#Jay Halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x you #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #hailey upton #kevin atwater #hank voight #adam ruzek #kim burgess #molly's bar

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10 questions - p.sh

synopsis: to ask questions isn't too bad. but to end up doing something you never expected from the intention behind every question? way better!

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

word count: 2.4k

warnings: make out sesh (not written in depth), lots of teasing but it’s all playful you nasty

"Next question! Did you like anyon-"

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? I'm supposed to go next." Sunghoon blocks you with an audible tap on the soft mattress, tsk-ing at your smooth but not slick enough scheme to get more answers from him.

It's a Saturday - the day of the week when assignments, works, chores, and duties are temporarily thrown down the window. On these days, you and Sunghoon go on a carefree date. It's a routine you made once a week to maintain your relationship amidst the setback caused by lockdown, and it was going great.

At a time when real interactions between people became an inappropriate thing to do, and everyone turned to technology as a resolution, you made sure that everything is done by Friday, despite it being so dreading, just so that procrastinating wouldn't be a problem dragged over the next day. And when those pressuring times occur to you, you would send each other texts, exhorting to go easy on yourselves. That's why Saturdays are the only thing you wait for every week. You weigh it up as a chance to see the only light that keeps you going, the one that helps you see clearly the path you are taking in this obscure world.

So here you are with Sunghoon in your bedroom, sitting on the bed and leaning on the wall beside it, covered in your blanket as you cuddle under the warm, comfy covers. The day has been an uneventful one. If not for him reminding you of the conversation you had prior in the week, where you asked him to gather questions he had for you, you would have slept the whole day over without accomplishing anything.

"Fine, what's your eighth question?" You admit, frowning at his attentive remark, and he snickers.

He lifts his phone and scrolls through the questions he has saved in his notes. "Have you ever had a dream about me?"

Your eyes roll around with a finger on your chin, recalling the scenarios you had of him. There were many, some surrounding the time when he decided to confess to you, and most of them came from the fantasies you had of him. Those dreams scare you more than the stare of a fiery lion. It almost even feels illegal to think about it because you aren't well over twenty. Though they were just outlines of you and him kissing innocently, you always end up making out at the end of the story.

You weren't one of those twelve-year-olds who've had their first kisses already. Your mother kept a close eye on you in situations like this, so you would rather make out with your pillow than hear her nagging your ears off. Because of that, you grew up as a child unbothered by her love life, and the mere thought of kissing someone in real life makes your hair stand up. That's when you knew he brought out a lot of changes in you.

You swallow the lump of saliva in your throat. "Yeah, I have." You answer truthfully but still cautious of the words you put out.

"Really?" His head perks in your direction. "What did I do?"

You got a little nervous knowing he would undoubtedly interrogate you on this. But thankfully, you were prepared with a streamlined answer. "That's three questions, genius," You say, reaching for his head to give it a light smack, from which earns you a groan. "Save your chances for better questions."

"What do you mean? It's a good one. What did you dream about? I want to know."

"Okayy~ Next question. Where is that..." You switch the topic hastily, hands occupied with finding the question you were waiting to ask him through your notes. "Found it. Did you like anyone before me? If so, who are they?"

"That's two questions, though?"

"Nope. Not if you put them together." You smile at him cheekily, and he throws his head back in astonishment, mouth wide open, spewing out breathy wow's.

"You're playing it dirty, I see. Well, I had two other girlfriends before you." He brings his pinky finger out. "One was my sixth-grade classmate, and the other one was my best friend from the rink." He shoots his mouth off to chaff at you yet again.

A stiff frown crawls on your face as you nod at him sarcastically. "Oh, wow. Impressive." You hum in wonderment, silence unfurling in the suddenly insipid room.

Sunghoon knew you weren't easily irritated by these circumstances. If he were talking to a random girl on the street, more often than not, you would only think of them as one of his fans from the arena, nothing more. Even if he had to accomplish things with a girl in his class, you trusted him very much with your relationship to doubt him in his actions. And so, seeing you hush after a talk like this...

Of course, he would take it as a chance to play with you.

"Aww, is my precious little y/n jealous?" His voice sharpened one octave higher as he pats your head with a pout and mock sadness in his eyes. "What do I do? I kissed them, too."

You were okay with him having two other ones before you, but at the mention of a kiss, your figure skews his way. You weren't sure if he was hoaxing you or not, but to say so honestly, it troubled you. This wasn't the intention you had with your question. All you wanted to get out of it was something to tease him about when he says he has none, yet it was still you who got ragged of your own query.

However, that's beside the point. Was it necessary to point out those last words? It wasn't you to be agitated over something as dispensable as this, but of all things, why did he have to attack your weakness?

Sunghoon's sounds of laughter tear you away from your thoughts. "Got 'em~" He pulls a finger at you in another fit of laughter, seeing you in a state of total shock.

"What the heck? It was a lie?" You pull away firmly from his body, hitting him on the shoulder with force enough to make him wobble on the bed.

"You fell for it." He provokes you, head bouncing up and down in silent titters, and you smack his hand away, leaning back down on his shoulder.

"No, I didn't," You feel him nod abut your head, seeing mentally what teasing expression he has plastered on his face this time, but you only shrug it off. "Which part was the lie, though? You kissing them or being with them?"

"Can't answer that. Save your chances for better questions, cutie."

"Touché," You scoff. "What's the next question?"

"Well, since we came to the topic of kissing... When was your first kiss?" He converts his stare to a peer of glistening fervour. Though not as subtle as he would have probably wished it to be, you could sense the perceptive intent he was hiding behind his tone.

You render motionless. Never did you tell him anything about your dreams, nor would you ever have plans to tell him. It's a product of your wildest imaginations to feed your untold desires. It's what helps restrain the ungodly in you, but it also fuels you with the need to see what it actually is like. It's a continuous internal war going on in you, its purpose being to stop you from creating trouble for yourself. And now that you finally have him here, not going to lie, it's kind of embarrassing to acknowledge the profuse amount of dreams you had of him, moreover that he stole your first kiss... Except it was in your dreams, literally.

"I never had any," You answer, trying to stay as cool as possible. "I'm a good child who listens well to her mother, so don't think no one tried to hit on me once. I turned a lot of them down." A small smile trudges its way onto his face, but the way his eyes were fixated on you remained untypically the same.

"I don't know if I should be happy that you picked me out of all of them or be sad for those 'poor hearts' you broke." He draws an air quote along with his words, and you shake your head at him. "Don't worry. I won't tease you on this one. I just wanted to know." He mumbles quietly through a simper, moving to rest his head on yours.

Hearing that he'll cut you some slack relieved you, but one thing about his utterance caught you off guard. "Why do you want to know that?"

"That's the only way I'll get to know you deeper, Einstein," He retracts his head and nudges you on his shoulder, causing you to bump your head against its edge, a grunt following you. However, while you were still in the midst of justifying the whack he did on your head, he spins his vision to you in an adventitious celebration. "Oh- that's your tenth question, then!"

"Wait, hold on!" You haul over to straighten your posture, the creaking of the bed barely audible from the loudness of your opposition.

"It's my turn again." His eyes grow invisible from his cheeks, pushing it up into a smile. He just never gets tired of making fun of you. How you wish you could do the same to him. If only punching someone straight in the face denotes no wrongdoing, you would have done that ages ago.

"Bitch, why did you answer that?" You call him, blaming him with the irritation that you weren't able to control yourself.

"You ask, I answer. Isn't that how it goes?" He grins at you matter-of-factly, and you tousle your hair around in frustration.

"Ugh, you're crazy," You send glares up his way. "Whatever. Your last question, throw."

As if that was a signal he has been waiting for, Sunghoon shuts his phone and tucks it in his pocket. "How does it feel to kiss someone?"

You were confused. You just said you've never kissed anyone before.

A dry giggle leaves your mouth after much processing. You knew you shouldn't have trusted his words. No matter what you do, he'll find the cracks and holes to slip in his every jest. "I think you got the wrong person, kid. How do you think I'd know?"

"Hmm..." He drones, the ticking sound of the clock suddenly increasing in volume with every minute passing by. "Should we try it, then?" He suggests.

"What?" You were taken aback, a sudden chill sweeping through your body like a surge of cool air gashing through the enclosed room. What is he going on about?

Inch by inch, you feel him gravitate towards you, your torso backing up from his inclining frame until the warmth you caused on the cold wall completely presses against your back. Like the fire of a gun's bullet on a steady path, your heartbeat raced in a trice. His eyes stared at yours, tracing down to your parted lips as he led his other hand across your body, trailing up your arms to your shoulders, just until it reaches your jaw. Your breath hitched, lips shutting tightly as you gulp down at the presence of his queer boldness.

It's like the scenarios you formed in your head where he pins you against the wall, lips hovering yours with soft breaths that tickle your skin. Him studying your face with obstinacy to make you his, doing whatever it is that would make you happy. Nevertheless, he made sure to be cautious of things you wouldn't want him to do. He still respected you.

He's doing just the same thing, and it's getting you set on thinking whether this is all a dream taking too long to reach its climax or if your dreams are miraculously made into reality. But his next set of words were enough to tell you the clarification to your uncertainties.

"Please don't be mad." Without warning, his lips found their place on your light, pillowy ones. It felt like he was pouring out all emotions he's been holding in until now. He always controlled himself whenever you're around because he didn't want to disappoint your mother. But with this instance is a chance to do something he has long been dreaming of. He wasn't about to lose it.

The way his head tilts to the side to get a more comfortable position, eyes closing and immersed in the pleasure of your lips against his, got you clasping onto your blanket to ease the havoc he's causing in your guts. You froze at the contact. As if time had halted and the world stopped spinning, everything seemed to slow down at that moment. Maybe it was the sweet scent of his bergamot fragrance. Maybe it was the tightening of his grip on your jaw, or perhaps the longing you had for him that's enticing you in this position.

It's not every day that we get to see our dreams come true, and for one, it's a matchless feeling, especially when the dream is worthwhile. Slowly, you give in and close your eyes in the warmth of his touch. His lips parted to bite at your lower lip, and you overtly open your mouth to let him in.

"Do you think you could answer it now?" He questions you, but you couldn't comprehend what he was saying. You were too caught up in your own feelings during the whole session; you almost forgot what happened before it was done. Just when you thought he’d stop pulling out all the hidden quirks of yours, he caught you once again. And it didn't take long enough before you recollected yourself.

"Right. It's way better than I could have ever imagined." You smile at him, giving rise to the same smile as you.

"If this is how it will usually end, maybe I should start gathering more questions for you." He proposes, his head wheeling over to you with sheer excitement.

"Uh-huh... Just make sure you don't catch anything from the streets before you come over." You reply with a cackle, getting off his lap and sitting back down on the soft mattress.

It was supposed to be a dull and boring day. But with another chance that you two meet comes another something to remember forever. And you can't help but grin from ear to ear.

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