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eimids · 6 months

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Tension

Leah Williamson x reader smut

Reader is questioning her sexual identity, Leah’s here to help.

warnings: Smutt, first time

Words: 3.3k

Being a 24 year old virgin is hard. Myteamates at arsenal ask me about my sex life quite often but yeah no. Still a fucking virgin.

I just think I'm atill a virgin because I've been questioning my sexual identity forever. Now i'm thinking that I'm romantically attracted to men but I couldn't imagine having sex with a man. That is just a no. But I'm more sexually attracted to females. Although I could imagine being with a female romantically. So I guess that makes me bi? Pan?

I have had mixed feelings about my teammate Leah. She's really pretty and I can't help but glance at her every now and then. There's tension between us.

Sexual tension.

I have never really had anything like this. She's been flirting with me during training and one time we shared a room and I could see her staring at me when I got out of the shower. We have known each other only for 5 months since I moved to arsenal but we are actually gotten quite close.

Today Leah asked me to go to a bar with her. I felt excited but nervous at the same time.

I was running late. When I showered I decided to shave my body just in case anything happens. I had a huge problem with my clothes. I didn't want to be too fancy but I didn't want to look like a bum. I ran outside to my cab and climbed in.

I saw Leah standing next to the bar. She was looking around to see me. I wasn't really sure if other teammates would also be here or not.

Our eyes met and she smiled at me. She waved at me and I walked to her. She was wearing a gorgeous oversized blazer.

"Hi Leah" I said and smiled. I was leaning in for a hug but then I remembered that she really doesn't like hugs.

"Hi y/n. You look gorgeous" Leah said as she checked me out.

"So do you! What are you drinking" I asked and then added "wait don't say. Just ordered me the same that you are having. I'll go to the bathroom real quick" I said and left. Leah looked a little confused.

I was so nervous that I was feeling nauseous. 'Why am I so nervous, she's just a teammate' I thought to myself. I stayed in the bathroom for a while until I was feeling calmer.

"Sorry that you had to wait" I said when I walked back to Leah.

"It's fine y/n. So here is your drink" She said and pushed a drink towards me.

"Thank you. So is this a girl's night or is it just us tonight?" I asked. Still wondering if other teammates like Beth, McCabe and Less would show up.

"Today it's just us. I want to get to know you better since you are the newbie" She said and smirked.

"Hey don't call me that" I said sounding hurt. Of course with sarcasm.

"You are the newbie tho" She teased.

"Fine. But you said you wanted to get to know me. What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Nothing special. Just want to get to know you. Like where did you grow up, why you decided to join Arsenal and do you have a boyfriend?" She said. I was little taken back by the boyfriend question.

"I grew up in Sweden and England. I moved a lot when I was younger, I wanted to join arsenal so I could get better at the best club. I do not have a boyfriend. Nor girlfriend" I answered her in one breath.

"Slow down y/n. We have all night to talk. Follow up question. Do you like girls?" She asked.

"Yeah I do. I've been questioning my sexuality for so long but yeah I like girls. I mean how can you not. But how about you" I answered.

"I'm lesbian" She said "and single" She added and winked. I blushed a little.

"Would you girls like to have anything else?" The bartender asked suddenly. I noticed that she was looking at me.

"I think we're good" I answered and smiled.

"Well if you need anything just let me know" She said and winked at me. She slid a card to me where was her phone number.

Leah had a weird look on her face. I couldn't figure out what it was until it hit me.

Jealousy.

Leah Wiliamson was jealous because some bartender was flirting with me. I was feeling quite special. From all girls in the world she chose me to go to a bar with.

Leah then put her hand on my knee. Her hand was going little higher as she drew some patterns to my knee. Butterflies filled my stomach again. How was this happening. A literal goddess next to me.

"Y/n I'm gonna be a little forward now" Leah said and I nodded.

"I really want you in my bed. Ever since you joined the team I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you. You are intoxicating. I have always just wanted to kiss you, to have you"

To have me.

I was really wondering if this was real. Leah fucking Wiliamsson telling me that she wants me.

"I... I want you t-too Leah" I said not so smoothly as I thought it would be.

"What about we get out of here?" Leah asked and stood up.

I nodded and she put her hand possessively on the small of my back. We walked to her car and she opened the door for me and then went to the other side of the car to get in.

The ride was full with tension. Neither of us said anything but Leah’s hand was on my upper thigh the whole ride.

I got lost in my thoughts. Suddenly the car stopped and Leah walked to my side of the car and opened the door. She helped me out from the car and we walked inside her apartment building. It was big fancy building.

Once we got to the elevator she pushed me against the wall and smashed our lips together. I kissed her back and we made out intensively in the elevator.

Once we got to the highest floor we entered Leah’s apartment. A fricking penthouse.

"Wow. This is-" i started but Leah closed the door and once again pushed me against the wall.

"Y/n I need to know that you are okay with this?" Leah said with her lips right next to my ear.

I nodded. Not getting any words out of my mouth.

"I need a verbal answer. Are you okay with this?" She asked again.

"Y..Yes Leah" I said and licked my lips.

"Good" She said and attached her lips back to mine.

We made out for a while until she moved her knee to my pussy. I don't know what she did but I let an embarrassing sound from my mouth. She chuckled at me and pulled away.

"Go to my room. I'll be there soon" She said and I started walking. Then I realized that I don't know where her room is in this huge apartment. I was turning around to ask but she said "Down the hall, the last room".

I continued walking to her room. I opened the door and then I was in the most gorgeous room that I have ever been.

I sat on the bed admiring Leah’s room. It was quite dark. There were led lights that brought some light. They were really bright white color. There was two doors on the other side of the room and the other side was just big window.

I heard steps coming towards the room. My pulse quickened and I felt red creeping on my cheeks. Leah opened the door and walked in. She was now wearing only pants and bra and she was holding two glasses with maybe water in them.

"My god you are beautiful y/n. I can't wait to have you. You are so pretty sitting there. My good girl. You just do things to me. I can't act normal around you at prac" She started. She walked next to me and put her hand on my face and then carefully to my neck.

"Beth has been teasing me about you for months now. She has noticed that I'm different around you" She continued.

"No I'm finally having what I have wanted for months. You" She ended her sentence.

Leah wants me.

Then I began to panic a little. 'Do I need to tell Leah that I'm a virgin. What if I don't know what to do. What if Leah thinks that I'm gross down there' I thought to myself.

Leah obviously noticed me becoming tense.

"Hey what's wrong" She asked.

"Nothing. It's just I.." I started. Do I really have to tell her that I'm a virgin.

"Y/n It's okay. I want you to be comfortable today. I won't do anything you are even the slightest uncomfortable with" Leah said comforting.

"It's just that I...I'm a virgin" I said. The last part was barely a sound. It was so quiet but for my surprise Leah just smiled.

"Well that's even better. I get to be the first one to show you how good you can feel. I get to show you what your body is able to do" She said and started kissing my neck.

"Now tell me y/n, have you ever had an orgasm?" Leah asked. I flushed bright red. Even more red than I was before.

"No" I answered quietly.

"I love that. I get to be the first one to show you what an orgasm feels like. And don't be so embarrassed, it's okay y/n. Relax a little" Leah said. And kissed my lips softly.

"I think you are little too dressed for this occasion" Leah said and flipped me over. She unzipped my dress and carefully removed it from my body. She then flipped me back so I was looking at her.

"God you are beautiful y/n" She said and put her hand gently around my neck.

"Today I'm gonna make you feel things that you have never felt. I'm gonna make you come over and over again. But now you need an safe word. When you say the word I promise I will stop everything I'm doing. You can say it if something hurts or if things feel just uncomfortable. I want you to enjoy this night" Leah said.

"I don't know. What should it be?" I asked confused

"Well it can be anything. Something that you will remember" Leah answered. She was kissing my neck.

"Umm Rose? It has spikes and it's red so I associate it with danger usually. It's also my favorite flower" I answered I was starting to ramble but then I decided to try to touch Leah put she pinned my hands above my head.

"Rose it is. Whenever you say that I promise I'll stop what i'm doing. And please if anything is uncomfortable tell me. We can take things slower. But now you are being really inpatient, aren't you" Leah said and licked her lips.

"Please can I touch you Leah?" I asked.

"Not yet Princess" She answered and my heart fluttered and the nickname. Leah continued kissing me. She unclasped my bra and threw it away. She swirled her tongue around my nipple and I just moaned. I couldn't help the sound leaving my mouth.

"Mhmm don't stop Lee. It feels good" I said breathing heavily.

"You are already moaning and I have barely touched you" Leah said and sucked my nipple. The words that Leah said made me wetter than I already was.

"Lee please I need more" I asked pleading.

"I know you want more but I promise you will feel even better if we do this slowly" Leah said and then started kissing my stomach. She went lower and lower until she was at my panties.

"Is it okay if I take these off?" She asked and immediately answered yes.

She used only her mouth to take them off. She threw them somewhere and then kissed my inner thighs. I was feeling super needy and I wanted her already to fuck me already.

"Please Lee. Please just please" I begged.

"Is my girl needy. You want to know how my mouth feels on your clit and my fingers inside you?" She asked.

"Yes. I want you to fuck me. Please" I said. I was feeling so weird. Everything was too much but not enough at the same time.

"Oh god Lee” I yelled when I finally felt her mouth sucking on my clit. She swirled her tongue around it at the same time. Just that could have made me explode.

She then dipped one finger in me easily. She tested if I was wet enough and the she pushed another in me.

"God yes!!" I moaned loudly. My breathing became heavier as something started happening inside me.

Leah was going a slow pace with her first tongue. She flicked it on my clit before starting a faster pace. Her fingers slowly curling so they were touching more of my insides. Then they hit a spot that made my back arch and my body felt like it was on fire.

"Fuck Leah right there. YESS" I yelled but Leah slowed down her pace. She then stopped and straddled me again.

"Don't come until I tell you to" She said and I was about to protest and then her thigh touched my clit and I moaned.

Leah smiled as she was looking at me. She slowly started to move her body and I started to grind on her thigh. My mouth opened and moans left it.

I was so vulnerable for Leah. I just wanted to pleaseher and not come but I was so close. Leah was controlling me but in a good way.

"Please" I whined.

"Not yet y/n" She said and brought her hand to my cunt and pushed her fingers inside again.

She was going fast with her fingers and again she started flicking my clit. Then she curled her fingers against the same spot that already made my back arch.

"Leah, I-I need t..to come" I was shaking under her. The feeling was so strong.

"Now. Do it. Come for me Princess" Leah said and I let the most ungodly sound. I felt like my body was on fire as it shook. Leah’s fingers were still moving inside of me. I tried to control the shocks going through my body but all I could do was moan.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.." I moaned as the white continued to cover my vision.

I cried out nonsense. My body was trembling with the overwhelming feeling. My pyssy was stretching and tightening around Leah’s fingers with every thrust.

Slowly I felt every movement stop. I could only hear Leah’s breathing and my own. My body felt numb but in the best way possible.

"Wow, that was... that was wow" I mumbled while panting.

Leah laughed a little. My body was still shaking.

"You were so good my princess. I know I keep telling you this but you are so incredibly beautiful. Especially when you come" Leah said and kiss my lips. It was more sensual, more gentle.

"Can- can I do that again?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah you can. I can make you come many more times but I bet you are really sensitive right now" She said and swiped my clit gently. I buckled my hips. My clit in fact was sensitive.

"But i wanna feel that again" I said pouting.

"Hmm I have an idea but I wanna know that you are 100% comfortable with it" Leah said and I nodded. Curious what she had in mind.

"I have a strap in that closet. Do you know what it is?" Leah asked and I nodded.

"What if we use that?" Leah suggested and once again I nodded.

"Princess give me a verbal answer" Leah said softly.

"Yes Lee, I want that" I needed something so badly I could have cried.

She then stood up and walked to the closet. She finally took her pants off and put the harnest on. She then walked back to me and layed next to me. She flipped me so I was on top of her next to the fake penis.

"Are you sure about this?" She asked

"100%. I promise" I answered.

"Good girl" Leah said and the praise made my heart beat faster. She grabbed lube from her nightstand and put it on the strap. It was now nice and slippery.

"Okay princess, Whenever you are ready" Leah said and put her hands in my hips.

I got on top of the strap and slowly started going down. Leah’s strong hands were supporting me as I slide down the dick. It was stretching me perfectly.

When it was fully in me tears started to form in my eyes because of the pleasure. I waited for a while to be comfortable and then I moved up slightly and then back down.

"Fuck. Lee, I feel so full. You are making me feel so full" I moaned.

"You are doing so good baby" Leah said and I moved my body against the dick. It hit so many good spots. She started to lift me slowly up and down on the strap.

I felt tears coming down from my eyes as I was slowly bouncing on the strap. Leah was praising me but I really couldn't hear them because I was so focused on chasing my orgasm.

I started to bounce faster and faster on the strap. Leah looked surprised at my pace.

"I- I-I'm gonna cum" I said and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

I kept bouncing on the strap and I brought my hand to rub my clit. Everything was perfect. Everything felt so good but little overwhelming.

Then it happened again. My body started to shake uncontrollably and I felt like million little shocks were going trough my body. I came hard on the strap. I could feel liquid come out of me.

Leah’s hands supported me as I really couldn't control my body.

"Rose. Rose" I quickly said when everything was too much. Tears in my eyes.

Leah immediately flipped us over and took the strap out of me. My body still shook a little because it was still climaxing.

"You are okay princess" Leah said and took the harness off. She then took a blanket and covered our bodies with it. She wrapped her arms around me as I came from my high.

"Are you okay?" She asked?

"Yeah. It was just little too much but wow it felt good" I said and laughed.

"Thank you for telling me that it was enough. And I'm glad you enjoyed it" She said and smiled. I smiled back at her and quickly fell asleep on her arms.

"Wake up. We are here" I heard. I opened my eyes and I was in a car. The car was parked in front of a bar. I was in a cab. 'What is going on?' I thought until I realized.

It was all a dream.

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This is actually a fic i have written some time ago but i decided to post it here.

#woso x reader #woso community #woso fanfics #leah williamson #arsenal #wlw post

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 2 months

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second, never first

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - swearing, kissing, use of y/n, mention of family issues, BOYS (no smut… for now lol)

word count - 1k+

NOT PROOFREAD

watching my parents version of love or whatever you call that completely screwed with my mind growing up. i was called home to my house because my mom and dad got into an argument and i needed to mediate. i defused the situation when i got home but they still continued to argue once i got upstairs.

thinking about tonights events was the only thing that distracted me from everything.

i sat in my room with locked doors trying to avoid the voices from downstairs as my mind races with thoughts about chris. yes our relationship was fake but nothing was fake about me loosing my first kiss to him. no one was around, he was sweet, gentle, and it felt amazing.

i dreamt about kissing chris for months and now i had finally done it. it was better than i could have ever imagined. there wasnt too many things i was sure of in my current life but one thing i knew was that i couldnt wait to kiss him again.

school went pretty much the same as yesterday until lunch. chris and i were sitting in his car talking and getting ready to go into school when chris looked behind my shoulder “dont turn around.” is all he said.

grabbing my face he pulls our faces together and we share a tender kiss and he pulls away. i smile at him and then remember what he said before. out of the corner of my eye i see anna and my old friends slowly driving right past our car in the parking lot. once i remember the plan i put my hand up to his cheek and press another kiss to his lips.

my phone immediately goes off.

wednesday 12:05pm

anna: looking very happy together, so much for explaining yourself…

we both look down at the notification and smile to eachother. “its working.” chris says in a singsong voice and i chuckle. we hear the school bell go off and walk in to school, ignoring the obvious stares and whispers as we walk together. we stop infront of our history class and i give him a quick kiss before we walk in and hear slight gasps from people around. i laugh to myself as people fall for it while im walking into class and sit directly in the back.

“shes such a whore.”

“no a god damn home wrecker is what she is.”

“wait shush shes looking at us.”

i hear the girls in front of me whisper as i sit behind them. they are acting as if we weren’t friends just last week.

this pretty much happened every class i walked into. even tho it was fake and both me and chris knew that people were just believing a lie i couldnt help but be bothered by the comments.

its never nice to hear rumors or gossip be talked about you, no matter the circumstances.

i was walking up to my car and saw someone waiting by my door, hoping and praying it was chris but to my surprise it was carson.

“y/n.” he says sternly. my heart drops.

we were supposed to have a date this weekend, but now im ‘dating chris’. “carson im so sorry oh my god.” i say walking up to him. “no dont apologize, i just wanted to see if the rumors were true but that answer was all i needed.” he says starting to walk away. “carson im really sorry you must think im a bitch now.” i say looking down.

“i dont think your a bitch but a warning would have been nice.” he smiles and walk away.

im left feeling a wave of guilt and shame. carson was extremely kind to me on our date and i just completely led him on and then all of the sudden everyone thinks im dating chris.

“you ok kid?” i feel chris’ hand come up to my shoulder from behind as im just standing in front of my car. turning around i cant even look him in the eye, “chris im such a bad person.” i say tear pricking my eyes.

“what? what happened.” he looks at me with concern. “i just talked to carson. we were supposed to have a date this weekend and i havent talked to him since our date and now were dating.” i say bringing my hands up to my face. “or whatever we are doing.” i add on.

“your not a bad person. its not your fault that you were dumped by your best friend this week. your whole life turned around, making time for carson was not something you were obligated to do.”

“i know but i just feel awful you should have heard how he spoke to me.” i break.

i havent cried about any of this shit yet but it all just kind of hit me. the rumors, anna dropping me, me fake dating chris, carson, it all hit me like a bus.

i just stand there crying in front of chris as the parking lot starts to become empty. i feel chris wrap his arms around me. i bury my face into his chest as his hands are around my shoulders and the back of my head. “come on kid. its still november and freezing.” he leads me to my car. getting in the passenger seat he just sits there in silence while i cry in front of him. “chris do you think were making a big mistake, i mean im happy were doing this but what happens to us. how long do we keep this going.” i look up at him.

“we can deal with that when it comes to it.”

i hold on to my steering wheel and tears continue to fall out of my eyes. chris reaches his hand over to me and wipes them for me.

i look at him while he does this for a while, my eyes trail to his lips. i look back into his eyes and hes already starring into mine.

i know its wrong and i shouldnt but i move my face to his and kiss him. he pauses as there is no one around to see us but kisses me back.

the world seems to stop when im with chris. even if everything about our relationship is fake, every time we connect our lips i feel fireworks around me and my surroundings go quiet. i place my hands around the back of his neck and pull away. “more practice.” i smile.

he stares at me with kind eyes and i wipe my eyes once more.

thanks for reading xx

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a/n: hope you guys are enjoying the more emotional side of this story!!

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bunnybunbun0 · 4 months

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Boyfriend Cass headcanos!

Pairing: Castiel X reader

Warnings: based when little feathered lovie fell and became human

A/N: I wanna really get back on my feet when it comes to writing this year (happy new year's by the way!!) And what better way to start than headcanos? Not proofread and typed on my phone so probably much typos!

• I wanna start ou saying how adorable it would be helping him out to understand humanity!

• Just imagine in the morning he asking you for help to start the toaster cause he have no idea how but he knows he likes his bread toasted!

• once he got the hang of it better tho he would spoil you as best as he could with his limited skills and his clumsiness

• he'd make you a pbj every single time he makes one for himself,cause if he feels hungry he bet you does too

• becoming human would also make him so much more empathetic than he already is when it comes to you being hurt

•the tiniest scratch on you and he's fumbling with the first aid kit

•would be the CEO of taking care of you when you're on your period! Makes sure you drink plenty of water,gives you medicine for your cramps and eagerly massages every teensy part of your body

•confused anytime you make and obscure pop culture reference, giving you a more than glad excuse to introduce him to some of your favourite films

•i know this man loves gossip,so fill him in on every little drama happening everywhere,would listen to you babble about celebrity drama for hours

•when everything was set and he came back to the bunker he was sharing a room with you,and it was just an angelical drop on your girly room

• so you took him to a target to let him get a piece of decoration to make it sure it's his room too! He chose a bee plushie cause he's still fascinated by them<3

• honey would be his pet name for you,he thinks it's classic and still sustains his love for bees and for you

• your kisses are the only thing to make him relax when he's nervous or overthinking,he loves forehead kisses more than anything!

• he doesn't have much things but loves sharing what he has with you

• he's a true gentleman and always let you use his trenchcoat when it's windy

•loves loves loves holding hands!

• he loves being in contact with nature so expect a lot of outdoor dates like picnics or hikes

•is ridiculously gentlemanly, opens car doors for you,grabs your hands when you're coming down the stairs, and things like that

• his biggest role models to be a good boyfriend are things like really old black and white romances and radio novels

• as much as he doesn't say so he misses his angel days dearly,so the way to compensate it is telling you every single story of his celestial days

• he gives you a feather of his wings like a prized possession,as a reminder he'll always be with you with powers or not

•OMG WHEN HE DISCOVERS WHAT A CUDDLE IS!!! you're obligated to sleep flushed to his chest every night or else he wont have a good night sleep

•if you get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom or have a glass of water he will just follow you and wait for you staring at you like a cat with his sleepy eyes

• I feel like one day out of the blue he'll just randomly ask you to marry him

• when got confused and startled by his question he just said he thought that's what he did when humans loved each other

•long story short as soon as there's not an impending apocalypse you plan on tying the knot!

•the time of most happiness in his millenniums of life having a domestic life with you was his favourite thing

#castiel #castiel x reader #castiel x you #castiel x y/n #Castiel x fem!reader #human!cas #castiel fluff #castiel fanfiction #castiel fic #castiel headcanon

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hxney-lemcn · 7 months

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Oh no OG Finn 😭😭😭

Please, PLEASE, alternate ending PLEASE.

I love og finn sm 😭😭😭

summary: reader has trouble figuring what universe they want to stay in. Prismo gives them some leniency and lets them visit Farmworld. Finally, reader makes their decision.

tw: ANGST! bittersweet

a/n: YES!!! I love og Finn sm omg. I made this so angsty but idk how else it would go otherwise...I might make a chapter six of this B section, but it would probably be short lol (This starts like the other one, obviously ends differently tho)

wc: 1.2k

Chapter Five [B]

Master List | Chapter One

“Heeeeeey,” Prismo drew out, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry about leaving you there for so long.”

I blinked, unsure how to feel. On one hand, I did want to leave my previous scenario…but leaving forever? And without saying goodbye, or letting them know that I was safe? I bit my lip glancing to the side only to see the tv wall still on. My eyes widened as it showed Finn trekking through the forest, a worried glare set on his face as he followed the lantern light in the same direction I took off.

Prismo followed my view, “Oh, sorry. Don’t mean to distract you.” Then he turned the tv off, turning the wall back yellow.

I blinked, turning to face the pink wishmaster, “I have to go back.”

This time Prismo blinked at me, “You don’t wanna go back to your old world?”

I hesitated, and Prismo seemed to notice. He turned the tv back on, revealing the Finn from my world. Turning the volume up, it revealed Finn on the phone with Marcy.

“You haven’t found them yet?” He asked in a worried tone, desperation filled his expression.

“No,” Marcy was heard from the phone. “I’m sorry man. But I’m sure they're fine, maybe they went on a trip?”

“Without telling me?” Finn asked, slightly hurt. “They’d never do that.”

Suddenly, the situation got 10x worse. I felt torn. How do I have two different Finn’s searching for me? I frowned looking towards Prismo. I suddenly felt like crying. No matter which world I choose, I’d be leaving people behind. I started pacing, thinking of all the pros and cons. My frown started to wobble, as no matter what I did, it would be the wrong choice. The thought of Finn endlessly searching for me throughout Ooo, once again being left behind by someone he cared about. Or Finn going back to his family, having to explain the person they’ve grown so used to had run off, and only glob knows what happened to them.

“Whoah, whoah,” Prismo spoke up, turning the tv off once more. “Hey, since I kinda caused this whole mess…sorry ‘bout that…I can be a bit more lenient.” I looked up at the pink deity, unsure of what he meant. “How about you go back to Ooo, talk with Finn, and then make your decision. I’ll put a sticky note in your front pocket to send you back. If you’re still unsure, I can send you to the magicless world and you can talk to that Finn. How does that sound?”

Pursing my lips together, I replied, “Could…I actually talk to the Finn from the magicless world first?”

“Sure,” He shrugged, snapping his fingers. Like that, I was back to my campsite, this time, Finn was sitting against a tree. He stared at me with wide eyes, unsure of what just happened.

“Hey,” I said awkwardly. “I just…I really wanted to apologize for what I did, and…I think I might go back to my world.” He blinked, eyes turning cold. His gaze fell onto the embers of the fire that were close to dying.

“Why did you come back?” He asked, the barriers I managed to tear down seemed to be up once more.

I fiddled with my hands, not sure if this was the best thing to do anymore, “I…I didn’t want you to worry about me…and I wanted to say goodbye to the kids if I could…”

“Leave,” He snapped, glaring daggers at me. “I can tell them you’re gone.”

I shrunk down, shoulders tensing, “O-of course. I’m sorry. Bye.”

Fumbling under his scrutiny, I pulled the note out of my pocket and once more, I was in the yellow cube.

“Yeesh,” Prismo mumbled. “You really seemed to stomp on his heart.”

I felt guilt churning in my stomach as the tv projected Finn, now alone. He scowled and stomped on the fire before taking his lamp. Leaving back towards his house. I didn’t mean to, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I played with his feelings, and just left.

“It's for the best,” Prismo tried to reassure. “I’m not exactly allowed to let you stay in an alternate universe. That’s probably a rule for a reason.”

I bit my lip, looked down and nodded, “Yeah…could…could I go to Ooo now?”

“Yeah,” Prismo replied softly. Once again, I was snapped away, only to find myself in the Candy Tavern. Soft music was playing, and there were only a few patrons. It felt like there was a lump in my throat when I saw Finn sitting at the counter. Walking over, I sat next to him, staring at the table.

I heard him call my name, only to ask, “Are you okay?”

It was like he broke the dam with that question, and I felt unwanted tears start to fall. Without a word, Finn pulled me into a warm hug, letting me cry into his shoulder. I hugged him back like my life depended on it. I took in his familiar smell, focused on the feeling of his shirt under my fingers, and the sound of the soft music that surrounded us. I slowly calmed down, reluctantly pulling away, only to find a drink set in front of me.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“...it's kinda embarrassing…” I mumbled before taking a swig of the drink.

“I won’t judge,” He replied softly.

The warmth in his eyes seemed to envelope me, and I broke down, telling him about how I found myself in an alternate universe. How I managed to find an alternate version of him and how I may have grown feelings. How I even ended up kissing him only for him to not reciprocate. Then how Prismo found me, and gave me the option, and how I went back to say goodbye, only to realize how much I must’ve hurt and twisted his feelings. And how I currently felt like a monster for doing so.

“...why did you come back?” He asked somberly.

I paused, eyes watering once more, “I couldn’t leave you.”

I continued to stare at my drink, missing the way Finn’s face grew into a light rosy color. Missing the way his heart skipped a beat at such a bold confession. Missing the way he stared at me with so much love and adoration, he looked like he was going to explode. Missing the way his eyes watered as well, coming to a realization that he still had a reason to be here even after Jake had passed.

“It seems that no matter what universe, I’ll always fall for you,” Finn confessed, bearing his heart.

I tensed, looking over to him in surprise. My heart beat faster and my face felt warmer. I searched his eyes, which held no sense of joke or lies. Suddenly, I felt overwhelmed with an abundance of emotions. Confusion, gratitude, guilt, warmth, shame…love. It was all so confusing.

“I-I probably shouldn’t have said that,” Finn said, shoulders tensing as he stared down into his cup, voice raised slightly. “Forget I said that.”

“That was really romantic,” I mumbled, my ears felt like they were burning. “But…maybe we could take it slow. Let me get over…whatever in the nightosphere I went through.”

“O-of course!” Finn exclaimed. “I-I wasn’t expecting anything, I’m not sure why I even said that…well…I mean I do like you…a lot. But I don’t want to pressure you! Especially when you just got back from all of that.”

I couldn’t stop the fond smile that fell over my face at his rambling. I missed him, more than I realized.

I chuckled fondly, “I missed you so much Finn.”

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azures-bazar · 1 year

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Accommodating

Re-uploading this one shot because I wanted to add some changes. I'm experiencing a massive writers block tho, my inspiration is gone (my new job is taking most of my mental energy away but I love it lmao)

Here is some SOFT!Arthur one-shot, again, because boy oh boy it makes me want to write a full story about him going through our current era lol

Don't mind his absolute child-like fascination for modernity, I mean... it's cool to see our tough cowboy happy, isn't it ?

Arthur Morgan x GenderNeutralReader

Word count : 2.9k

Short summary : You make Arthur try some new technologies, and it’s quite funny to watch his large blue eyes gaze at them !

A/Note : I bought myself a galaxy projector not so long ago and wondered how Arthur would react lol. Don’t mind it !

Tags : cute, Arthur discovers modern things, mentions of Avatar, movie-watching, snacks, cute nicknames, cuddles, soft boah is in the modern world, men can also cry

A cowboy in the modern world… what a weird story to tell ! Arthur had been in your life for a few months already, slowly accommodating to your era. Sometimes, it was fun, sometimes it was almost scary, and, occasionally, it could be sad. You knew Arthur was an outlaw, a thirty-six, probably thirty-seven year-old man who had been abandoned on the top of a mountain, but he never really brought the subject to the table. In fact, on a few occasions, he would mourn the rest of his gang, he would mourn his friends he would never see again. You had done your best to cheer him up during his rather sad moments, but nothing could really fill that void.

Arthur missed these folks, a few names were frequently mentioned : Hosea, John, Tilly, Charles, Sean and Lenny. Six people he would describe at times, probably the six people he missed the most from his former life. A father-figure, his siblings, his closest friends… he often wondered what happened to them, to these people becoming distant memories he could only mourn. As of 2023, even little Jack was gone. You wished you could do something, probably beg for Francis Sinclair to come back and drag all these people he mentioned to your time… but Francis was long gone, not even bothering about stepping by your place anymore.

You knew Arthur loved drawing stuff, so you bought him a set of sketchbooks for him to practice. He would hole himself in your now-shared room, sitting on the edge of your window or on your bed, spending about one or two hours sketching figures, animals or even sceneries which appeared to be from a very distant era, mixed with modern buildings and figures he came across while wandering in the streets with you. You often left him alone for him to enjoy his solitude, listening to some blues while sketching his discoveries before he would head to you and proudly show you some of his works. One of your walls had a full set of Arthur’s drawings framed and displayed to the eyes of any guest coming in. After all… it was art ! And nothing could make Arthur more happy than receiving compliments about his sketches he often disliked.

Arthur still had some hard time getting used to a smartphone you had bought him as you thought it would be a good thing to keep in touch whenever you would be away from him. He nearly broke his phone’s screen twice, unable to understand why it would not switch on, struggling to send you correctly written texts. His large fingers did not help much, he would get easily frustrated by not selecting the right letter for his text. You absolutely adored each one of them, finding them incredibly cute by knowing how much Arthur wanted to do things like you. Sending a text usually took you a few seconds, whereas Arthur would roughly spend one minute writing a five-word sentence filled with typing mistakes, some of them being due to his autocorrector.

"Im misqing yoi, Y/N !" was an almost daily message he would send you

At some point, you saw an add of a galaxy projector while scrolling on some social media, right after telling Arthur he would probably get a lot of followers if he decided, by miracle, probably, to create an account for himself. He was handsome, had some sweet-looking traits and could easily model for some alternative brands. He often said he would never do such thing, finding his face too ugly to be shown to anyone. How wrong he was, he was probably the most gorgeous-looking man you had ever met ! But, somehow, you did not want to encourage him to post pictures of himself. Social medias were a rather dangerous place for healing minds, and Arthur still needed time. Besides, he would probably not even be able to post anything due to his lack of ease using his digital keyboard !

You bought that lamp later that night, it got delivered quite fast. You carefully unpacked your new tool and quickly headed to your bedroom, followed by Arthur who had stopped reading a book about extinct species as he saw you wander around your place with this curious thing you held. You calmly placed the lamp on your bed, reading the instruction manual while Arthur touched it several times, not understand what the hell this little thing was and what was its purpose.

"What’s that ?" Arthur asked

"It’s a galaxy projector." you answered.

"Why d’you need that ? Can’t you just look at ‘em stars from your window ?"

"Light pollution prevents it. These are often used to create a cute ambiance at home or to distract kids. Wanna give it a try ?"

"Sure."

Arthur sat on the bed as you switched all lights off, plugging your galaxy projector on, making a large blue and purple light come out of it, filled with laser dots representing stars. The background was moving a little, creating a wave effect which froze Arthur on place. He kept his head up, looking at your now star-covered ceiling. His surprised and mesmerised face was absolutely priceless ! His eyes were shining, his mouth remained half-open as he could not help but stare at these fake stars covering your ceiling. All his troubles were forgotten, making him return to a child-like state. It was such a beautiful thing to see !

"And it can also distract grown-ups." you smiled

Your cowboy-roommate did not even react. His attention was completely focused on the ocean of fake stars he had above his head ! Of course, Arthur knew what a projector was. It would have been awesome to see his reaction if he had never seen such thing before, he would probably have been trying to catch these laser stars like a cat and look confused. But, at the moment, his reaction was pretty cute.

You left Arthur alone in the room to buy a ready-made lunch at the local market. He had a phone and would call you whenever he would need your help, if he would get lucky enough to make his fingers touch the right icon on his screen. It only took you a few minutes to buy some finger food for the two of you to eat while watching a movie, you came back to find Arthur exactly where you had left him thirty minutes earlier, in the same position, with this same amazed facial expression blooming on his face. He was hypnotised by these lights enough to feel suddenly so lost as you opened the curtains of your bedroom.

"Wh… what’s going on ?" he said, placing his large hand over his eyes. "Damn sunlight…"

"I brought us some food. You wanna watch a movie ?"

"Yeah, why not ! Just… just let have my eyes back first, hun."

Arthur rubbed his eyes and shook his head while you smiled. You absolutely loved listening to him giving you cute nicknames, such as hun, sweetheart, lovebug… even calling you boo, sometimes, after he heard about that nickname while watching TV. It took him a few more seconds to leave your bedroom, keeping his eyes partly closed until reaching your living room, helping you placing all the food on the table, still looking surprised you did not have any forks or knives to eat these carrots, chips, mozzarella sticks and cucumbers. He glanced at the chips and took one between his fingers. Since his arrival in your era, he had never seen or had the opportunity to taste chips !

"What’s that thing ?" he asked. "Is that really food ?"

"Oh, that’s a potato chip."

"Really ? Just like fried potatoes ?"

"Yeah, just like fried potatoes, but smaller and thinner. We can eat them for snacks or very random occasions. Try it !"

Arthur nodded, taking a bite of the chip before smiling and taking more of them into his large hand. You could not help but chuckle at his sudden addiction to salty treats, wiping away a few crumbs stuck in his three-day beard with the tip of your fingers. He turned shades darker and smiled, gently taking your hand and rubbing it with his thumb as you launched the movie. Avatar, by James Cameron. Back in a day, that movie had been vastly acclaimed for its large technological progress, and was still pleasant to be watched to this day. You would take Arthur to watch the second Avatar movie someday soon in case he liked the first one.

"Are ‘em blue folks real ?" Arthur asked while pointing a Na’vi on screen

"No, they’re modelled with computers." you smiled, trying to explain Arthur about motion capture in the most easiest way. "Our technologies allow us to record actors and then modify their bodies thanks to computers to morph them into these blue folks, like you call them."

"Is there a planet called Pandora too ?"

"I don’t know. Probably ? The universe in infinite, and we didn’t explore much yet."

The gaze Arthur gave you was adorable. You could see his eyes shine with admiration, it was such a privilege to be able to witness an era which was more than one hundred years ahead of his time, despite its good and bad moments. You had tried your best to keep Arthur away from newspapers in order to help him remain in his rather innocent state of discovery, knowing that a simple glance at the news on TV would probably make him terribly sad and somewhat nostalgic of his own time.

It was quite unexpected, but Arthur cried during the movie. He cried because of its overall beauty, the story appeared amazing to his eyes, the soft melodies and choirs chanting in background soundtracks moved him a lot. He loved the bioluminescent effect of some scenes, the overall atmosphere of the movie, not taking his eyes away from your TV while wrapping his arm around your shoulders, gently kissing your temple at times. He adored that, he adored this moment. Having you close to him while being fully taken into this movie made him forget about all his past troubles.

"D’you also have ‘em guns ?" he softly asked

"Maybe… why ? You want one in case you’d come across blue people ?"

"Mmmm… yeah. Jus’ in case. I miss my good ol' revolver, sometimes."

You rested your head on his shoulder, somewhat amused by his sweet attitude. You would listen to his gasps, his soft squeals, his almost inaudible wows… you could not deny how adorable Arthur was. You could even hear him sniff, his chest trembling a little whenever a scene would be emotional enough to bring him to tears. Who would have thought Arthur could be so sensitive ? Those who knew him much more than you did. Hosea and Charles, for instance, and most probably John at some point, even Dutch. Just by looking at his drawings, you could have guessed he had a soft heart and high intelligence hidden underneath his rather menacing appearance.

The movie lasted for so long… you had time to check your phone about a dozen times while resting against Arthur whose eyes were glued to the screen. You did not even want to bother him, he was absolutely hypnotised by the movie and did not want to be bothered. You smiled at him as the credits rolled, noticing tears streaming on his cheeks as you teasingly poked them.

"Getting a little sensitive, huh ?" you smiled

"That was a beautiful show !" Arthur answered. "I loved every second of it ! Can we watch it again ?"

"Someday, we will. But... let's just take a break, okay ?"

Night came pretty fast, Arthur made you a lavender infusion, you found enough energy to work a little while Arthur sat on the couch and started sketching. Very random figures, some fantasy-like sceneries… and you. You could easily tell he was drawing you by looking towards your direction a few times, then proceeding to sketch something, and looking back again. Another artwork to frame, that was for sure !

"What are you drawing, cowboy ?" you smiled

"Well… I’m trying to sketch you, but I can’t get it right… you’re too gorgeous and my hand shakes too much."

"That’s… that’s really sweet !"

"I mean it."

What Arthur told you made your heart stop beating, you turned shades darker and hid your face behind your hands. Your smile widened enough to cause your roommate to move closer to you, carefully closing your laptop with a large smirk blooming on his face. He made you stand up, slowly uncovering your beautiful face before dropping a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"You’re making me melt, you know that ?" you smiled

"Let’s get you to bed so you’ll stop workin’ on your… weird machine here."

"It’s a computer, Arthur."

"Well, computer or not, you’re going to bed with me ‘cause it’s kinda late."

You shrugged, you didn’t notice how fast time had passed since you decided to get back to work ! Remote-working had its ups and downs, and Arthur had complained a few times about you staying up too late instead of going to bed and hide into his embrace. He could hardly sleep without having you next to him, and there were no ways to escape him that night. How could you resist these puppy eyes and insisting behaviour ? Your arms spread wide for him to lift you up while you dragged your legs around his hips. Arthur loved carrying you around your place, he could easily remain in shape by doing this almost on a daily basis ! You did not mind it. In fact, you loved having him carry you from a room to another. Bridal and koala style, as you called it, were your favourite.

Arthur calmly put you on the bed and proceeded switching all lights off while you changed into some more comfortable wear, slipping under your blanket as Arthur moved next to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He took advantage of you turning yourself towards him to passionately kiss you before making you rest your head on his shoulder. You remained like this for a few seconds, in your pitch-black bedroom, up until Arthur cleared his throat.

"Erm… Y/N ?" he sheepishly asked

"Yeah ? What’s wrong ?"

"Would you mind… switching the galaxy lamp on for a bit ? I… I liked it and…-"

"Sure, sweetheart."

You gasped at your own sudden reaction. "Sweetheart ? Really ?" you scolded yourself, covering your forehead with your palm. You never dared giving Arthur nicknames, not finding anyone of them suitable enough for your time-traveling cowboy, his sole name sounded just fine, you would sometimes call him by his surname. Sweetheart came out of nowhere, and was well deserved !

"S-sorry." you stuttered

"Nah, it’s fine." Morgan responded. "I like ‘em sweet nicknames. "

Arthur smiled, deeply flattered by the nickname you just gave him. His heart pounded faster than expected as you calmly reached out to get the lamp and switched it on. A beautiful fake galaxy suddenly covered your ceiling, filled with laser stars which slowly moved along with the rest of the digital ocean of blue and purple clouds behind them. You analysed Arthur’s reaction and smiled at his sight.

"Why do you like this lamp so much ?" you smiled

"Oh… it just reminds of home." Arthur answered as he moved closer to you, allowing you to place your head back on his chest

"You never slept with a roof over your head before you came here ?"

"I did, at some point… but I got used to fall asleep while gazing at the stars from a corner of my tent, or sometimes from my bedroll when I was away. Gazing at ‘em moving above me was always calming."

"If you want, we could go camping this summer. Would you like that ?"

You heard Arthur moan a little, feeling his heart pound faster. Your head rose a little, allowing you to get a better view of Arthur’s beautiful face. Your hand caressed his chest, drawing circles on them while you kept gazing at him. His eyes kept staring at the ceiling until he felt your gaze, slowly turning his head to you.

"That’d be awesome." he smiled

There were many things left to discover, many things you wanted to show Arthur. The world was full of treasures, modern or ancient, cultures you wanted him to get familiar with, places to visit… Arthur’s health was back to normal, you could now guide him through your own era without bothering about any health issues he would encounter. Indeed, that man was not twenty anymore, but you were ready to do so much for him ! You were ready to guide him, to be with him. Beyond what Francis had first asked you. Your help turned into a beautiful blossoming relationship filled with embraces, kisses and… very noisy nights.

Switching this galaxy lamp became some sort of ritual every single night. Along with waking up to Arthur’s face and his hugs after you would come back from work, your daily embrace in bed facing a fake galaxy was your most favourite part of the day. At times, you would run your fingers into Arthur’s dirty-blonde locks, massaging his scalp with singing some song. Sometimes, he would do the same with you. You adored it, you adored him. No, you loved him… and did not have the courage to tell him just yet, but you knew this day would come soon enough. The world was filled with treasures, mysteries and beauty.

And Arthur was going to find out about them.

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suzie-shooter · 24 days

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Alex Rider season 3 unhinged liveblog ramblings scribbled during first watch. Spoilers, obvs. (also fair warning, I am not particularly a fan of Tom or Kyra lol)

Episode 1 - Widow

S2 recap trivia - Alex's therapist is Molly Doran from Slow Horses and married to Alan Blunt IRL

Malta: Ok, so we're not just going to pretend it's Venice lol.

Creepy old men already hitting on Alex. Standard.

"After this we're out of leads." How do you even have any leads in the first place? Oh ok, Smithers' phone. Terrible security protocols from him, leaving that much historical classified data on it.

"Find the Widow - surely he could have given you an address?" First thing Tom's ever said I've agreed with lmao

Aaaand within a second he's back to being deeply irritating, okay.

Yassen living rent free in Alex's head, you love to see it.

"They've got this picture of me being the responsible one." Have Tom's parents actually met him?

Ooh Razim mention.

You maybe want to clean that wound before whacking a dressing on it Alex?

"Do you think you'll ever lose your appetite Nile?" Spat my drink.

Damn, no harem pants then. Scrubs up well tho.

Listing Levin in the opening credits than having him be only a S2 flashback should be a warcrime.

Episode 2 - Lab

"This weapon is called pork sword, wait, no, shit, wrong USB."

"Julia Rothman. Definitely a wrong un." Spat my drink again.

Do Crawley and Pritchard not warrant helmets and visors? Are they somehow immune to shrapnel?

So, room 6, wired to blow, yes? It's what I'd do…

Oh yeah sure guys, they're going to still be sitting there, all unmoving in the dark, for sure that's a person, and not a Massive Trap.

Thereeeee we go. Agent mince. Top of your class huh, well you're certainly at the top now, and down the sides and partially out of the window.

I know there's the whole 'characters don't know what genre they're in' thing but you are literally in the 'working for MI6 genre', you are up against people notorious for booby traps and blowing shit up, why the fuck would you touch something that hadn't been declared safe first? Apart from anything else you're fucking up the scene before forensics get there.

"I love you man." Vom.

Alex: breaks into super sekkrit lab. Also Alex: doesn't have the faintest fucking idea what he's looking at, so not really helpful.

COMICALLY LARGE BOMB KLAXON.

Episode 3 - Enemy

"Welcome to Malagosto." OooOOooh.

Maybe I'm just looking at it from a fic writer's perspective but it does seem a massive anticlimax to immediately let Tom and Kyra know Alex is okay? Like, you could have got a good couple of episodes of angst out of that uncertainty.

"Do you want me to kill them?" Oh God yes please.

Why the fuck have they plugged the USB directly into the network rather than an isolated PC? 'Hur dur we checked it first', you literally believe Scorpia are smart enough to not be bluffing about the nebulous death threat but you don't think they could hide something on the hardware? Fuck's sake lads. Amateur hour.

Is this Home Secretary meant to be Suella Braverman? Or Priti Patel maybe lol. (Equal rights and all that, and if it had been a white male character I don't think I would have thought twice about the dialogue but having both your two new female characters be immediately proved wrong/ massively patronised/ blown up ain't hugely comfortable viewing tbh).

HOW MANY FICS INVOLVING ALEX GETTING FUCKED ON THAT BED HAVE JUST BEEN BORN?

"Are you suggesting we break into a dead man's house?" "It's not like he's going to be there." 😂

"He became a very close friend of mine." Fnar.

Omg making Alex read his father's love letters is hilarious.

Alex: you could have faked that news report Also Alex: handwriting can definitely never be faked (how is Alex even familiar with his dead father's handwriting? wouldn't recognise mine)

Ugh please stop trying to make Alex/Kyra happen.

Alex up the vent shaft. I hope they're sitting casually at the top going - you could have just taken the stairs love.

If he's climbing upwards, why is his hair dangling like he's upside down? Have they filmed this like 60's Batman, and he's just crawling along a horizontal set lol.

Alex never once asks about his mother does he. Given the shagger-John route they seem to have gone down you almost think Julia would be in a better shout of getting Alex to switch sides by claiming to be his mother.

And - yeah, Alex's recruitment just doesn't feel that convincing here. Adding Tom/Kyra/Jack so much to the mix has changed the feel of his life a lot, and TV verse Alex has had a lot less fucking over by the Department by this point too. And Rothman feels too creepy to be effectively convincing him of anything.

"I want you to meet your tutor." FUCK YES FINALLY 🙌 (may have rewound that part several times lol)

Episode 4 - Recruit

Nicaragua: 18 years ago OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING

Baby Yassen is adorable, I'm in love.

OH MY GOD THAT'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE FUCKIN SPIDER THING

OH MY GOD THE REVEAL OF HIM STANDING OVER THE SLEEPING ALEX I'M DEAD

(Ok, I'm calm again. For now. We continue.)

"You killed my uncle" - all the hundreds of ways this conversation has been written over the years and Yassen's just like lol get over it 😂 (here for it tbh)

Rothman: He's one of our best Yassen: One of? Bitch.

Yassen watching Alex train like 👀👀

"Did he ever tell you you're no fun?" Oh you want to have FUN with Yassen do you?

Yassen bitchslapping Alex to fuck, both hilarious and hot.

Oh, you want to be WET wet.

"Matteo's the guy with the blanket." Why is that so funny.

Omg Yassen stepping in to protect his boy and humiliating Nile in the process lol. And Alex doing what Yassen tells him, because of course he does 🥰

"This one is my responsibility" 🥰🥰

"What about love, friendship?" Alex has only known Yassen five minutes and is already down bad.

"Kind of lonely though, right?" Yeah, Yassen needs you at his side Alex, so step up and stop being a whiny little bitch about killing people.

Never get in the first taxi, rule one of espionage.

Yep, called it. Tom's like: I'll have my fucking tip back in that case.

This scene is so dark I have no fucking idea what's going on, I thought Nile had attacked Alex, but apparently not. Is Nile officially part of this exercise or not, it seems really unclear lol.

The power of friendship and sparklerabbits saves the day, apparently. Yawn.

Jesus, we really ATE with this ep, huh.

Episode 5 - Revenge

"Would you rather your arms around me, or my arms around you?" Way to make it creepy Tom you skeevy fuck.

"Can we focus please?" "We're multi-tasking."

Sure Grendel, rock up to the super sekkrit spy base in a massively conspicuous car why don't you?

"Yassen will give you everything you need." Oh I BET he will.

Feels sloppy them not removing the diffuser from the vent tbh.

"What does this say?" Alex hasn't inherited John's neat handwriting then lol. Alex leaning into him like that > me making noises only dogs can hear.

"You've put lockpick?" "I left my last one in Nile."

Ooh, suicide pill, nasty. Kind've pointless though, given they've been left with the evidence anyway.

Yassen in Alex's bedroom again, likely place for him to be.

"I don't want you to fail. I don't want you to die." 🥹💕🥰

Yalex roadtrip, let's goooo.

Disappointed they're not making Alex do the Entrapment infrared acrobatic sequence here lol.

If this is Yassen's idea of a date it definitely needs work.

So no surprise scorpions then? Can't have shit in Detroit Malta.

"Why? Why did she kill him?" Well taking things at face value here he was a highly murderous member of a terrorist organisation, so you know, kind've her job.

Yassen does like a casual lean, doesn't he.

Episode 6 - Target

Alex and Yassen have shacked up in London, hope there's only one bed.

Now they're in the back of a van, SO many opportunities for shagging, they're spoilt for choice.

Yassen's impressed look when Alex reels off all the security details, so proud of his boy.

"What happened to my mum?" Finally he wonders lol.

"And I'm good at it. You could be too." 🥹

"You think Alex killed him?" I mean, he was also there with a notorious assassin, so probably not, y'know.

Domestic Yassen cooking Alex's dinner and also cooking him a gun lol.

Smithers' "How I've missed you" ahahaha. Smithers/Kyra much better pairing tbh.

"He's actually quite good at this stuff." Smithers' little snort lmao

Time for Alex to be blacked up/ dunked in a teabag bath/ gussied up. Although he still looks exactly like Alex afterwards, which feels less useful lol.

"You love him, don't you?" Yassen loves him more. I have to say Alex had far more chemistry with Syl, and frankly for that matter with Tom. I really don't get the Kyra agenda.

"It's a dry hole." Alex's worst nightmare.

Is Alex going to look through Mrs Jones' knicker drawer?

Episode 7 - The Shot

Mrs Jones and her tall murderous hobbit son lol. Otto really looks about 58 here.

Hope they bill him for her fucked up fridge.

Is that Bath? Oh, it is.

Mrs Jones casually throwing Alex back into play lol. Maybe she can have a little revenge for him trying to shoot her.

"Everyone breaks into houses." Jack's face lol

Ewww put him down, you don't know where he's been (Yassen's bed, almost certainly)

"Remember they can't hurt you unless you invite them in." "That's vampires."

Yassen arguing in favour of going to rescue Alex MY HEART

"Sit down. I'm going to tell you a story. About your friend, John Rider." HOLY PLOTHOLE TIMELINE PATCHING BATMAN

"John was embedded inside Scorpia for three years." Not the only thing he was embedded in by the sounds of it.

Alex seems to be hallucinating again lol.

Yassen, maybe psychoanalysing your insane boss isn't the safest thing to be doing?

"It's quite mad Julia." Yassen really gives no shits omfg

"I know my place." Yes, at Alex's side.

I like how Julia thought telling Yassen she'd killed John would do anything other than piss him off lol.

Episode 8 - Invisible Sword

"But you do owe me a new fridge." LOLLLLLL

Crawley feeling like a spare part during this lift convo, hahaha

"Smithers, you can do me some kind of tracker, right?" "Yeah, if you promise to keep it on you this time."

Alex is like ohshit I'm gonna die fr

"Not for the agents. They undid their seatbelts." Eyyyyyyyy 👉

Aww they've given him a little baby assassin outfit, how cute.

Where's Yassen, has he just fucked off to the pub?

"For the head of Scorpia, you're a really bad liar."

Laughing at all the other Scorpia agents having to listen to this convo about their boss like we are not paid enough for this shit 😬

"Everyone else is getting what they want, let me have my cereal."

Protecting his boy to the last. Yassen really is purely on Alex's side, we love to see it.🥰

And OMG HE LIVESSSSSSSS 🙌🙌🙌🙌 (I voted yes in that poll, I had faith lol)

Well that was - far more fanservice than I dared hope for, after the meagre pickings we got in the first two series. Yalex supremacy to the motherfucking end, let's go.

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twignotstick · 4 months

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So I saw an ask from @probably-not-a-rutabaga

Got sad, decided I should write sad

Here we are :,)

Words: 1,403

Warnings: Major character death (tho its implied it happened offscreen, so more just major character dead?), Grief/Mourning, general sad vibes [if there's anything missing here, tell me please!]

Other tags: tmnt: aberration, turtle tots (kinda?), sad turtle pile, all the kiddos are sad, not my characters, hurt/little comfort, bittersweet ending, no beta we die like- uh- :|

Summary: Leo finds something he never wanted to find.

Splinter hadn't left his bed for weeks.

It was no secret that he was sick. Leo had tried to keep that secret, but his brothers weren't stupid. They knew what it looked like when someone was sick. They had all been sick before.

They had just never seen it get this bad.

Leo tried to keep up hope, but every day was more terrifying than the last. Every time Splinter would start coughing, hold his eyes tightly shut and shake his head, or even just trip, Leo would be terrified. He just couldn't tell what moment would be his father's last. He didn't want it to happen. He wanted Splinter to be there for his life; for his little brothers'.

Donnie had been working tirelessly on a project, despite Leo's better judgment. Part of him wanted to scold his little brother for barely sleeping in favor of working, but the other, smarter part of him knew this was just how Donnie coped. Working until the bad thoughts don't feel so bad anymore. That was why, when Donnie was finally done, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was Donnie's biggest project to date; a fully operational game console. Sure, it was an old Game Boy with only a cartridge of Tetris, but Donnie had saved it. He found it tossed in with some other miscellaneous materials Leo had grabbed from the surface, but it was completely unplayable then. The screen didn't work, and the sound (what little did play through the scratchy speakers) obviously didn't match up with the inputs. But somehow, with scraped together materials and a couple months of work, Donnie made it good as new. It even got a new coat of paint with Mikey's help.

Donnie was so proud when it was done, and all of his brothers gathered around to see it boot up for the first time and take turns playing.

Leo thought that Dad might like to see it, too. Maybe even take a turn.

“Dad?”

Leo shifted on his feet in the doorway, facing the dark room where his father had been for the past eternity. He saw his father's form laying under the blankets, but didn't get a response, as usual.

So he continued.

“Donnie finally finished the Game Boy. The one he told you about? It works perfect now!”

Splinter laid still.

“We all took turns playing Tetris. Donnie was really good at it.” He snorted under his breath. “We had to keep Raph from throwing it when he got mad. He wasn't that great at it…”

Silence.

“Mikey drew some really pretty designs on the back with the markers we found! They're all swirly and stuff.”

Again, silence.

“I thought you might want a go? I know you said you aren't that good with phones, but I thought…”

Too much silence.

“...Dad?”

Hesitantly, Leo approached his father's bedside. The sheets were laid neatly, just like when he had tucked Splinter in a few days ago.

A cup of water, left for Splinter to drink that day, was undisturbed on his bedside table.

Slowly, Leo lifted his hands to lay them on his father's arm beneath the sheets. He shook Splinter gently, just enough to wake him. He needs to drink, he thought, or he won't get better.

When Splinter's face stayed turned away, Leo started getting frustrated. “Dad, you need to at least look at me.”

Splinter did not turn, nor did he wake.

Leo sighed, then started climbing onto the mattress. Splinter had the nicest bed of all of them, but it was also the springiest, so it took a second for Leo to fully get his balance. Especially when he was trying to fit in the small space between his father and the edge of the bed. However, he was able to settle on his knees and look down at his father.

Splinter's face was lying to the side, and his dark hair was laid about on the pillowcase. He had neglected to cut or even brush it, so it was somewhat knotted at certain points. His eyes were closed softly, and his mouth slightly open.

His chest wasn't moving.

Leo reached over and hovered his hand in front of his father's mouth, checking for a breath.

Nothing.

“Splinter?”

He placed a small hand on Splinter's neck, searching for a pulse.

Nothing.

“Dad?!”

Leo grabbed his father's head with his hands, shaking it gently. Just enough to wake him up.

Splinter did not wake.

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At first, Donnie wasn't sure of what he heard. He turned the Game Boy in his hands off and lifted his head, seeing if he could find the source.

“What was that for?” Raph huffed, shoving into Donnie's side. Donnie put his hand palm out toward Raph in response, still not turned to look at him.

They sat silently for a moment, then Mikey spoke. “You were doing so-” Donnie covered his mouth to shut him up.

There it was. A sob, a sniffle, coming from elsewhere in the lair.

Leo was crying.

There was no need for words; in an instant, all three brothers were on their feet and getting out of the pit. Donnie was the first one to reach their father's doorframe. There he stopped, halting his brothers behind him.

Leo was curled over Splinter's body, holding it to his chest. With every shaking sob, he would clutch the body closer. Like he was scared to let go.

Donnie turned to face his younger brothers. “G-go back to the pit.”

“What? Why?” Raph spat.

“I said, go b-back to the p-pit.”

“But Leo's crying, and-” Mikey's eyes filled with realization, and he clasped his hands over his mouth as his eyes started to water.

“Go back to the pit!”

“FINE!” Raph hissed, grabbing Mikey's arm to drag him away. “Not like Leo would even want us there anyway.”

“But- But Papa-”

“He doesn't care, Mikey.”

Mikey's tears finally spilled when they were out of Donnie's eyesight. Breathing deeply, he turned to see his big brother in despair.

He approached the bed quietly, knowing that Leo had already heard their argument. Hesitantly, he crawled up onto the springy bed and took a place behind his brother. Leo was clearly trying to stop crying, now that he had a brother to be strong for.

Silently, Donnie reached under the covers to find Splinter's wrist, if only to confirm what he knew to be true.

Something in him screamed to leave- to run away. Maybe he could find some way to fix this. But the better part of him knew that the best thing- no, the only thing he could do was work to fix what was left.

So he scooted closer and wrapped his arms around his shaking brother, letting his weight ground him. Then, he let himself break.

Leo broke the silence.

“I don't know what to do, Donnie.”

He finally lifted his head and turned, letting Donnie see his reddened eyes just a bit. He couldn't look straight at his little brother.

Donnie inhaled deeply and hugged Leo tighter.

“You do what you c-can, r-right?”

They sat like that for a while. Leo holding onto the body in the bed, Donnie holding onto him. The shedding of tears wasn't addressed.

Eventually Donnie caught another sound, just barely coming from behind him. A shuffle, and a sniff. Weight fell onto the bed. It could be mistaken for one, but Donnie knew it was two. Raph's face, soaking wet, appeared to Donnie's right before flopping onto Leo's shell.

Mikey came up on his left, crawling up further. Donnie tried to grab the lip of his shell, but the smaller shook it off easily. He laid himself down right next to their father, grabbing his face and holding their foreheads together.

“Its okay Papa,” Mikey whispered, as Leo rested a hand on his shell. “W-we're here now…”

Leo's breath hitched, but he grabbed Mikey and pulled him closer. Raph leaned deeper in the space between Donnie and Leo, and Donnie took that as a reason to wrap his arm around the turtle. The only one that could bare to look at their father now was Mikey, though it was through a curtain of tears.

The hiccups and sobs started to fade. Four little turtles laid there and wept, soaking in what warmth their father had left before it all melted away.

As all things must.

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Hehehe

Again, these aren't my characters!! They belong to @probably-not-a-rutabaga 's awesome TMNT iteration, abberation! This fic is also just my take on how the turtles could have found out about Splinter's passing. That I wrote like, so fast-

I promise I don't just write sad stuff like this, but I just got inspired and couldn't control it. So, this is the first thing on my tumblr writing portfolio. My iteration (still unnamed, sadly) is more psychological introspective nonsense and spookiness with a sprinkling of sad, which is more my usual writing style! And still in the works,,

So in summary, check out tmnt: aberration, and thanks for reading this sad fic that actually made me tear up writing it! hahahhhaha

#tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt iteration #tmnt aberration #tmnt fanfiction #raph rly went: she dont love you no more! 😡#more aberration stuff to come probably #im gonna be over here crying #twig writes

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key201303 · 3 months

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Pairing: Jaehyeong x Reader Word count: 1525 words Warnings: None! Just a bunch of comfort Plot: You’ve been feeling really overwhelmed lately because of your bosses. They’ve been asking you to overwork for the past few weeks and even though Jaehyeong asked you to set the limits and tell them you couldn’t overwork anymore in order to stay more healthy, you couldn’t say no to your bosses. Today when you got back home, Jaehyeong was home waiting for you to join him in a delicious dinner. But as soon as you run to his arms and tears start streaming down your face uncontrollably, he cannot focus on the food anymore. A/N: I'm officially coming back! Lot's of thing have been happening that kept me away from writing but fortunately I can say I will be able to slowly go back to writing. Thank you to everyone that is still here and that will read and support my stories from now on, doesn't matter if you're old school or new to this blog ❤️ Also I've noticed there are not much content with The rose and specially with Jaehyeong so here I am, black roses you're all welcome to my blog let's share our love for these guys ❤️ Taglist -> since it's been so long, let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

It’s been a tough day. Not only because your coworker keeps giving you more and more of her work because your bosses have been asking you to stay at work for longer or even extra days. At this point, with this tight schedule you haven’t been able to see Jaehyeong. You even almost forgot how his voice sounded like in real life or how his eyes shined everytime you appeared in his sight. And that made you feel even worse about the whole situation. He has told you plenty of times to set your limits so they cannot exploit you just because you do your work and other’s. But you’re not the type of person to say “no”. It’s like that word doesn’t exist in your vocabulary. Now unfortunately you have to pay the consequences of overworking. “Y/N, I’ll leave some documents I couldn’t finish on your desk, I’m going home.” The voice of your coworker broke the peaceful sound the coffee machine made while preparing your fourth coffee of the day. All you did was check the wall clock that hungged above your heads and nodded, not even looking at her. Once your coffee was ready, you had to go back to work. As soon as you entered your office, your phone screen lit up with a familiar notification sound. “I’m home! Hope you come soon, I’ll make some good food, remember our promise?” The message said. Only then you remember the little promise you made the night before. Jaehyeong was going to finish practice earlier than usual and promised you he would make you your favorite food as long as you finished earlier than usual as well. You felt overwhelmed for a moment. You wanted more than anything else that quality time with the man that owned your heart. And you only had to say “no”.

After a few more minutes of conversation a familiar voice knocks you out of your thoughts once again. “Can you stay a few more hours? Jiwoo’s work need to be finished today.” Your boss said. To be honest, you were tired. Tired of always wanting to go home but not being able to do so because Jiwoo didn’t finish her work. “I have plans.” You said without even thinking what you just said. “But…” Your boss tried to answer but you cut him off. “No buts. It’s Jiwoo’s work, not mine.” You said packing your stuff without looking up. “If it has to be finished today, she should have stayed like I do everyday.” You added getting off your seat and walking towards the door that separated your office from the rest of the building. “I’ll see you on Monday.” You said before leaving the place as your boss and other coworkers looked at you with a surprised gaze. Finally you could feel a huge weight getting off your shoulders.

The walk back home was cold. Hands and nose were freezing tho your ears were warm thanks to the headphones Jaehyeong gifted you a few weeks ago. And not only your ears were getting warm. Your heart was also finally starting to feel warm as you listened to “She’s in the rain”. It never fails to make you feel better whenever you listen to it. (Take some time to enjoy the song before you continue reading)

You finally got home and the strong smell of fresh homemade food filled your body with the feeling of home. And even more feelings appeared as soon as Jaehyeong’s smiling figure appeared leaning on the kitchen door frame. His smile was as bright as light, as sweet as chocolate, as beautiful as a rose and as warm as the sunshine. You couldn’t stop admiring his figure as you walked towards him, hoping to land between his arms and rest your head in the warmth of his chest, near his heart where you belong. His smile grew even wider when his arms wrapped around your small figure. Unfortunately that smile didn’t last long. You could feel the tears falling down your cheeks, getting dried by Jaehyeong’s soft pull over. You tried to stop the tears but you couldn’t. Finally all the stress you’ve been trying to hide was flowing out your body through those tears. “You don’t have to hide your emotions anymore, not in front of me.” Jaehyeong said, tightening his hold, making you hide your face back in the warmth of his heart. “Let it all out… You’ve held it for long enough and I’m here to listen to you.” He added with a low voice, stroking your hair trying to calm you down.

“I have an idea.” He said, a smile appearing back in his lips when you started to feel a bit better. “Let’s go.” He added, grabbing your hand and his guitar. You looked at him confused. “But the dinner…” You tried to say, pointing at the dining room table, full of food. “Food can wait, your health can’t”. He said taking you to the rooftop of your little apartment.

The sky looked beautiful when not much city lights ruined the light stars and the moon had. “How can you know me so well?” You asked Jaehyeong, a small smile threatening to appear in your lips as you still tried to dry some tears that were left running down your cheeks. “Because before dating you, I had to deal with your annoying ass as a best friend.” Jaehyeong joked as he removed the last tear from your cheek with a soft touch, gaining the laugh that was threatening to come out from your mouth.

“Come on, I’ll let you choose the song for today.” He said once you both got warm and comfy in the small tent you had built for when you needed a stargazing session like the one you were about to start. You immediately suggested ‘she’s in the rain’ and as soon as you started to pronounce the title of the song Jaehyeong cut you off. “You always choose the same one! Can’t you just change for once?” He said playfully laughing. “If you don’t want me to choose then don’t ask me to do so!” You said laughing as well. After some discussion on which song he should play, finally you both agreed on him playing “See-saw”.

His voice was soft, low, not really putting much effort but still taking you to heaven, words flowing through his mouth so effortlessly which made you feel even more cozy. The moonlight hit the perfect spots to make his face features stand out. The silverish light hit perfectly his blond locks, creating an elegant silver hair illusion. You couldn’t focus on the sky. The galaxy his dark eyes held was more than enough that you couldn’t have more attention for something else apart from him. Only then you notice it was not the homemade food the one giving you the feeling of home. Actually it was the thought of him being there for you the one that made you feel home, because everywhere and anywhere would feel home as long as you were together. (Take some time to enjoy the song before you continue reading)

Once he finished singing, his slender fingers kept playing the guitar a bit more as you laid your head on his shoulder. The lack of light, his scent, the soft music his guitar was making mixed with the soft vibrations you felt because of him quietly humming to random melodies was lulling you into a deep sleep. A huge smile appeared on his lips when he noticed your almost asleep figure. “You look so beautiful like this. I’m so lucky you decided to say yes when I asked you out in such a shabby way.” He whispered, pretending to think you were fast asleep and couldn’t hear him. You couldn’t help smiling at his confession which made him act all surprised and disappointed because you heard what he said which made you laugh even more. “This is the girl I missed.” He said. His eyes held so much admiration and love whenever he looked at you. It’s always been that way. You guess Dojoon was right every time he said Jaehyeong would always look at you in a very different way. And it was true. You were the only person living on this earth and probably this galaxy that could see that look in his eyes. Full of love and so fond of you. “Promise you won’t overwork anymore.” He said once you both finished your little stargazing date. “We promised to have a happy life together, you can’t get sick already.” He added as you both entered the kitchen, a small tint of sadness in his expression. Seeing him like this broke your heart. “I promise, from now on no more extra hours.” You said with a small smile, offering him your pinky to seal the deal. But he preferred leaning a bit to close the distance between both of you and place a soft yet full of the love he had for you kiss on your cherry lips. “Let’s go, we have to hit up the food if we want to have dinner.” He said with a playful smirk, leaving you wanting more, just like he always loves to do.

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gimmethatagustd · 1 year

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repeat offense | ksj

The are only two constants in life: the promise of death and the infuriating existence of the man who ruined your life. Will your immortal punishments keep you in an infinite loop, or will you one day be able to rid the world of the evil that is Kim Seokjin?

» pairing: demon!seokjin x demon!reader (ft. angel!yoongi)

» wc/date: 3.6k | november 2022

» notes: PLS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD READ THE WARNINGS 💀 i hope y'all enjoy whatever the fuck this turned out to be lol. also rip to me posting this depressing ass fic on my fucking birthday. sorry to jin for my first fic of him being sad

» masterlist

» what was jai listening to? mind games - sickick

If it weren’t for your sixth sense, you would have never seen him coming.

It wasn’t some cliche tingling that set off the alarm bells ringing in your ear; it was more of an increasing hum of energy vibrating through your body, like a bullet ricocheting inside your bones. But sensing him was only half the battle. Now you had to figure out who he was. And it was always changing.

You brought your glass of bourbon to your lips and took a small sip, the ice clinking together.

“Another?” The bartender with smiling eyes dried off his hands with the small towel he kept tucked into his apron pocket. He jutted his chin at your now-finished drink.

“I’d like to close my tab, please.”

Initially, your suspicions made you hone in on the bartender, but you quickly ruled him out after he returned your credit card and receipt. In blue ink was his name and phone number scribbled on the back of the paper.

You pocketed it, just in case.

You had to admit, the body you were currently possessing was hot. It was a shame whoever originally owned it wasn’t able to take advantage of it now. Perhaps you would show the bartender everything this body was capable of later. But right now you were looking for someone else.

Departing the bar counter, you made your way toward the back of the dimly-lit bar, as though you were heading to the restroom. At a fork in the hallway, you turned left instead of right, slipping through a service door. You stepped out into the dark alley behind the building, rain-soaked gravel and cigarette butts crunching beneath your boots.

The heat from the bar continued to warm your back and you didn’t hear the door click shut behind you. Before you had the chance to turn around, a slender hand wrapped around your bicep and yanked you backward.

Even though the demon had a different body than the last time you’d seen him, you immediately recognized him for who he really was. That was the other power of your sixth sense; coming into contact with another demon would cause both of your eyes to momentarily bleed into all-black orbs before returning to normal once again.

“Kim Seokjin,” you sneered a greeting at the man and pressed against his throat the small dagger you kept hidden in your boot. “So this is the body you picked?”

In any other circumstances, you would have found him gorgeous. His dark hair was swept to the side to reveal a strong forehead and serious eyes. His lips naturally fell into a plump pout, though his mouth was now twisted into a smirk.

But you weren’t interested in entertaining a whistleblower, no matter how attractive.

“Are you not impressed?”

When you were forced to possess a body, you didn’t have a say in who you got. You were immediately bound to whichever unfortunate soul happened to cross paths with you first; it was pure luck. Still, you got too much pleasure mocking Seokjin to care about the logistics of it all.

“It’s better than last time. London, was it? It was a shame to see such an old woman’s soul go to waste because of you.” The tip of your dagger created a dent in Seokjin’s skin, but you weren’t applying enough pressure to draw blood.

Yet.

“Go to waste because of you,” Seokjin corrected.

“Oh fuck off. Your sad song has fallen on deaf ears for centuries, Kim. It’s time you give up the act.”

You felt a cool, blunt object press into your rib cage. Looking down, you were met with a handgun.

Once you noticed the firearm, Seokjin leaned into you and caused your dagger to prick a small mark on his skin. A few droplets of blood slid down his throat, but it didn’t deter him from flashing a toothy grin in your face.

“You’re fucking deranged,” you breathed. A gun was smart; why hadn’t you considered buying one the moment you’d spawned in this body? If you were lucky Seokjin would at least kill you quickly.

He wouldn’t, though. You wanted each other to suffer and you both knew it.

“You wish I was deranged.” Seokjin’s sing-songy voice dripped honey as he spoke. “It would mean the Prince of Darkness made a mistake in banishing you to the mortal world. He wouldn’t like to hear that you think he made a mistake, would he?”

The glint in his eye said more than his words did.

“You were the mistake,” you hissed, spitting at Seokjin’s feet. “I should have never trusted you.”

“I should have never loved you.”

He let out a growl and jabbed you in the ribs. The clash of metal against bone made you step backward and Seokjin was relieved from the point of your dagger. The tip was coated in a thin sheen of blood.

Once upon a time, neither of you could bleed - back when your bodies were your own and the two of you sat on either side of the throne of Satan, the Prince of Darkness as you once fondly called him, as his most trusted advisors. Some days, in the summer months or whenever you lived in warm climates, you could remember the lick of eternal flames at your ankles as you roamed the castle you’d once called your home.

The Prince was more so about aesthetics than about burning people alive, though you had just barely missed that fate yourself.

You often wondered if being consumed by those flames would’ve been better than the torture you were bound to for eternity, or until the Prince of Darkness decided to destroy Earth completely.

“If I remember correctly, you were the one begging me to help you find a way to Heaven,” Seokjin pushed forward. Now he had the gun pressed into your chest in full view of anyone who might step into the alleyway. It didn’t matter if anyone saw the two of you. Mortals couldn’t do anything worse to you than you could do to each other or yourselves.

“And you agreed to help, didn’t you?”

Right now you were out of options. A dagger would never win against a gun, and running would only get you so far.

“That would mean you were the mistake.” Seokjin must have seen the calculated look on your face because his sickeningly sweet smile grew as he backed you up against the building. “Trying to find a way out, love?”

Seokjin ran the gun along your chest and up your neck, eventually stopping at your face. You took a shaky breath as you felt the cold metal of the muzzle graze your cheek, not realizing Seokjin was using the barrel to brush the hair from your face.

“What’s the point in killing me, Seokjin? We waste our time chasing each other across the globe and for what reason? The result is always the same: we die, we respawn, we continue the cycle.”

At one point, you’d believed there could be an end. That one day, death would be permanent; that one day, one of you would win. Perhaps you pathetically underestimated the Prince of Darkness’s cruelty towards traitors. He’d made it impossible for you and Seokjin to do anything but live a thousand lives and die a thousand deaths.

What made it worse was knowing none of it would have ever happened if Seokjin hadn’t turned you in. The fact that he did so, knowing he too would be punished… It certainly spoke to the contempt he had for you.

Seokjin leaned into you so close your knees bumped into each other. Your eyes flickered black just as his did and you realized with a lump in your throat that you couldn’t remember what the two of you had looked like in your own bodies before the Prince banished you to a mortal existence for your crimes.

You wondered what the price of such a crime looked like in Heaven.

“We must die eventually,” Seokjin whispered. “And I intend to be the reason why you do.”

“Fuck you.”

You jammed your knee as hard as you could in between Seokjin’s legs. He immediately doubled over in pain and you didn’t stop to watch him sink to the ground.

Running away from Seokjin was running away from the inevitable, but you did it anyway. There was nowhere for you to go but away.

Your boots slapped against the wet concrete as you bolted down the alley. The cool autumn air felt damp and thick in your lungs, sitting heavily on your chest. It was a discomfort you never felt before being banished to Earth. Hell was brittle and dry. Earth reminded you more of Heaven.

The only time you’d gone to Heaven, you’d been shocked by the comfort of clouds. You remembered feeling the mist of condensation from the clouds melt the hardness of your skin and allow moisture to seep into the cracks lining your exposed skin.

The force of Seokjin’s body colliding with yours propelled you forward faster than your legs could keep up. You heard your knee crack and the skin busted open, leaking blood over the loose chunk of concrete you’d fallen onto. Your blood turned the muddy puddle swirling in the pothole under your limbs a dirty maroon. The wound in your knee was overpowered by the sting of gravel digging into the butt of your palms and your shoulder as your arms collapsed beneath you.

Almost immediately Seokjin was fisting the back of your shirt, hauling you onto your feet with a hard yank. The fabric pulled too tightly around your throat.

“Tell me, Y/N,” Seokjin hummed, his lips ghosting over your ear before you felt the cool metal of the gun against your temple. “Was your precious Yoongi worth it?”

You waited for the click of the trigger as the sky opened up. The rain came down in blurry sheets that wobbled your vision and made the gun heavy in Seokjin’s hand. You could tell because you felt it slip down your temple, eventually landing on the apple of your cheek.

Loving Yoongi had been worth enduring the most terrible of deaths, even at the hands of Seokjin - a man you’d once considered a dear friend.

Where you’d worn darkness like a silk cloak, Yoongi brought a light so blinding you swore his image was seared into your retinas.

God’s radiance couldn’t have compared.

“He still is.”

The rain washed the blood from the gash in your knee and Seokjin planted a bullet in your brain.

“That’s it, cum for me, angel.”

Real angels didn’t have halos like humans liked to say they did, but Yoongi emanated a glow so brilliant he bathed you in a soft yellow hue as you fell apart on top of him. Swift, gentle fingers massaged your clit and coaxed a third orgasm out of you. His hand was warm as he squeezed your hip, holding you in place while you nearly crumpled inward with the force of his final thrust into you.

Strands of white hair framed his head when he laid back down on the silky sheets. His forehead and cheeks practically glittered with perspiration in the warm glow from the intimacy you’d shared.

There was nothing more beautiful, in this life or any beyond.

Yoongi ran his fingers along your side profile. When they ticked your jawline, you ducked your head to escape the feeling.

“Talk to me, angel.”

Pain twisted in your stomach, but you swallowed it down. If only you were an angel.

“I love you.” You whispered the sweet confession into the crook of Yoongi’s neck. Even though you had defiled his innocence, you felt the purity of his soul radiate from his body. The feeling made you shiver when you curled into his side.

Something dark and thick sat heavy in your chest. You’d felt it the moment you stepped foot in Heaven. It made you want to recoil from the angel, even as you so desperately clung to him.

“I love you, too.” Yoongi intertwined his fingers with yours. He brought your hand to his lips and his touch pierced your skin like a hot iron. “I’d always thought angels weren’t capable of love.” His voice hummed in his throat against your cheek.

You shifted your face to press a kiss against his smooth skin. He made a happy noise and you squeezed your eyes shut when the glow of his skin became too bright to bear.

“Well, love outside of a love for God. Secular love,” he continued. “But I feel it with you. I know that it is love, even though it’s so different. It’s… it’s…” Yoongi cleared his throat when his voice cracked. “It feels special. It feels just for me.”

You felt his lips against your forehead, but you kept your eyes closed, content with watching colors dance along your eyelids.

“You’re changing me,” you whispered against his jaw with your head tilted up.

“Hmm?”

“Inside. It’s lighter.”

Yoongi tightened his grip around your waist.

This was when your memory became blurry. No matter how many restless hours you spent replaying the moment over and over in your head deep into the night, you couldn’t remember how you went from cuddling in your lover's arms to testifying in the High Court. Even the trial was less of a memory and more like slivers of moments that flashed across your mind’s eye.

The heaviness of the chains the Archangels draped over your body as you stood in front of a jury and audience of angel onlookers excited to see a demon in the flesh. A whore of a demon, nonetheless. A whore who had defiled the holiest of spaces and led one of their own into sin.

Seokjin with the same heavenly chains restraining his body, but carrying a look of triumph on his face.

Yoongi with his wings clipped.

An angel could never commit themselves to anything or anyone other than God, and especially not to a lowly, evil, disgusting demon.

You wished your brain would let you forget the broken look of dread on Yoongi’s face as the Archangels dragged you and Seokjin out of the courtroom.

You’d never seen him without his heavenly glow before.

And you'd never see him again, at all.

With a gasp, you flung your head and smacked the back of it into the headrest of the seat you were in. Your fingers squeezed around the car's steering wheel and you jerked on the wheel hard to avoid slamming into the car in front of you. The car you cut off in the next lane laid down on their horn, but you focused your attention on seeing through the watery image of the street you were on.

It was jarring every time you respawned into a new body, no matter how many times it happened before. Getting your bearings was difficult enough in itself. Add operating heavy machinery in a torrential downpour and it was downright dangerous.

A purse sat in the passenger seat. At a stoplight, you frantically sifted through the contents. Lipstick, a pocket mirror, a lone tampon - until your fingers brushed against something cool and glass.

Finding a phone was usually the best first step when respawning. Everyone kept everything on their phones, and with facial recognition, you didn’t even have to guess a passcode anymore. Scrolling through the phone’s contents, you located the maps app and put in the saved location, “Home” - wherever that would take you. All you knew was that you needed to get as far away from Seokjin as possible.

You were tired. Tired of searching, of fighting, even of running, though you knew running was now your only option. What were you supposed to do? Give up? Endure the pain of him killing you over and over again, in hopes that one day it would work?

No fucking way.

You pulled up to a modest suburban house with a white picket fence and evidence of children from the chalk drawings that covered the sidewalk and driveway. An unwelcomed thought tugged at you as you climbed the stairs to the front door, housekeys shaking in your hand.

In another life, this is what you and Yoongi could have had.

“Oh, honey. You’re home early?” A man’s voice called out from the living room. He poked his head into the hallway to see you standing in the entranceway. Your clothes clung to you with cold rainwater. “Honey, you’re soaked!”

Something about the way he called you honey made your skin crawl. Only one person was allowed to call you such names. And he certainly wasn’t this man, with messy hair and a too-pink face. Nothing about him glowed.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Speaking for the first time in a new body was odd, to say the least. You never knew what you would sound like and your voice always felt like it was coming from somewhere behind you like you were hearing someone else speak while you moved your lips along to their sounds. Your limbs were clumsy when you stomped up the stairs. You didn’t know where the bathroom was, obviously, but you assumed there would be one on each floor. You silently prayed that the man - who you assumed was your husband - wouldn’t follow you up.

Not that God would listen.

But your husband didn’t protest or follow and that was a small victory you would accept.

Free to roam, you checked every door until you found the bedroom. A small desk sat in the corner of the large room, a laptop sitting on top. You quickly sat down and pressed the spacebar. To your luck, the laptop was already logged into and unlocked. Having done this a million times by this point, you scrolled through the phone you’d found. People usually kept their passwords in the notes on their phones, particularly if they were middle-aged, which is what you assumed your body was. No one ever aged in Hell; it was weird to feel creaky and fatigued.

Finding what you needed was easy, just like it was easy to buy a plane ticket to a country on the other side of the world (under your husband’s airline membership because you might as well get him the mileage points while you kidnapped his wife). Luckily, your host was rich. The ticket didn’t put a dent in their bank account, leaving you with plenty of money to live off of until you died again or the credit card got canceled.

A tiny part of you felt terrible dragging a suitcase down the stairs and hauling it into the taxi out front while your husband frantically begged you not to leave. It was never worth it to come up with an excuse; making up fake reasons like divorce or imaginary business trips only caused more pain, in your opinion. No, it was better to stay silent, even though it pushed a sharp pain into your heart no matter how many times you had to break up families and friends. Silence prevented a fight.

So you kept your mouth shut from the moment you left the house until you were forced to interact with the airport employees. At least your host had a valid passport, you told yourself as you waited at the gate for your plane. It was important to acknowledge the small victories, you reminded yourself. Maybe one sliver of a silver lining was that living in host bodies allowed you to do things you’d never done before, to go places you’ve never been, and to have no real sense of responsibility aside from staying alive.

By the time the plane arrived, you were exhausted. Respawning took a toll on your body as your host’s soul often attempted to fight against you, to push through your oppressive presence inside their heads, inside their bodies. It was useless, but they didn’t know that.

You couldn’t blame them. It felt unnatural being in their bodies for you, too.

For now, a weight was lifted off your shoulders as you sank into your seat on the plane. The close quarters of the plane felt comforting; it was tight and uniform. No spontaneity. No surprises. It was the same every time: ticketing, security, waiting at the gate, waiting in line, finding your seat. You would fall asleep or listen to music or watch the clouds float in the atmosphere unrestrained like you longed to be.

As the remaining passengers slowly trickled in, you hoped the seat next to you would stay empty, though it always seemed like that never happened.

With a sigh, you leaned your elbow on the arm of your seat and gazed out at the airport employees loading everyone’s baggage. You didn’t look away until you felt that hum of energy that made your teeth clatter and fear to splinter your bones.

“Fancy seeing you here, Y/N.”

Seokjin buckled himself into the seat next to you and leaned against your shoulder. His lips just barely breathed warm air against the side of your face, but it was enough to make your skin shiver.

Just then the flight attendant announced an update regarding the plane’s estimated time of arrival. Ten hours. A ten-hour flight with Kim Seokjin at your elbow, a sickly sweet smile blooming across his face as you know yours twisted in dread.

“It’s cute you thought you could run, love.” He ran his fingers along your jawline. “Adorable.”

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Hii!! I was wondering if u could do a scenario where you win some sort of contest/fight against lookism characters and brag abt it to everyone only to find out they let u win on purpose when u see the them beating people even better than you ( its ok if u dont want to tho!!)

Thank you for the ask! And a chance for me to demonstrate my shitty ✨imagination✨

Oof I feel like I need some context to make this work. But first off, no chance they would let you win:

Zack: under strict orders from Mira and you're not worth a fight sorry. Unless... what illegal stuff have you been up to?! Maybe he SHOULD beat you up

Samuel: have you seen the size of his inferiority complex

Goo: you could probably give him all the money in the world and he would still beat your ass

Gun: lol

And then the scenario where they like/know you well enough/ have a reason to let you win THEN seeing them beat everyone up..

... and I don't want to actually beat any of these guys up 😔 so gotta go with J High, my number 1 cinnamon roll VASCO

(I might have twisted this ask a little. I don't do well with too much freedom. Everything WILL turn into a romance)

Vasco - the strongest Cinnamon Roll

Sometimes you can't believe this place is a high school

You can go weeks or months without seeing some of your friends, and then suddenly they pop up like nothing has happened

"Vasco!? Where have you been"

"Fighting some bad guys"

"... ok"

Seriously.. this idiot (affectionately)

And dont even get you started on the teachers

You're not really sure how you've been adopted as an honorary Burn Knuckle member

You used to hang out more with your own Comics + Animation dept. Since Logan Lee joined though, the vibe has changed for the worse

The Burn Knuckles looked a fearsome bunch, but the first time you heard "if we can't protect, we're not burn knuckles" you melted

And then there's Vasco who you've grown close with

Zack Lee might be right and this guy can be a fool, yet you can't help having a soft spot for him

You thought lunch break was lunch break

And you went to the Architect classroom to check out what the guys were doing

Maybe to grab some food with them

To find everyone in the middle of arm wrestling each other

of course that's what these gremlins would be doing during lunch

You sought out Vasco like you usually do, and surprisingly found him sitting alone in the corner

No one acknowledged him, too busy with their own matches

You had always heard about his strength...

But really, how strong could he be? Isn't he just a 17 year old guy?

He's always been pretty sweet and gentle with you...

Does no one want to fight their leader because he'll lose?

"Hey Vasco, you and me let's go"

You caught him off guard, and Jace who was wrestling nearby looked over in shock and promptly lost his match

"H-hey wait a minute!" Vasco was looking more panicked by the second "I don't want to hurt you"

"If you're scared you're going to lose, just say so"

You're not sure where this bravado came from but either way you trusted that he wouldn't harm you accidentally or otherwise

(This guy's phone background was a puppy for god sake, what harm could he actually do)

"If you're sure..."

You sat down on the other side of the desk, and clasped his hand

Vasco cheeks turned a light pink

"Hey come closer Euntae, this isn't fair. I can barely reach you"

He scooted closer and your knees were touching under the table

Vasco's whole face was turning a not-so-light pink

Jace was watching closely. He was pretty sure any closer - Vasco might have a heart attack

You leaned in close "ok after 3... 1, 2 -"

"AHHH I CAN'T TAKE IT" Vasco jumped up and ran out the room, with Jace chasing after him

Everyone turned towards you, wondering what the hell you did to their leader

"Hey, I technically won that!"

"He's too much of a coward to even face me"

"Shame Vasco's pretty weak, does this mean I'm the new head of Burn Knuckles?"

You KNOW you shouldn't be out clubbing, you were underaged after all

But you've seen and heard so much about it that you jumped at the opportunity of going

And honestly? Really not all it's cracked up to be

The music was too loud, floor too sticky

You nearly drained your bank account on 1 overpriced drink that didn't even taste good

This was meant to be Club Vivi - the best Seoul had to offer and the night was turning out to be a bust

"Hey! Look over there!"

You heard a commotion somewhere on the dancefloor, and got swept up by the crowd moving closer to watch what turned out to be a pretty brutal fight

"These idiots have 1 drop to drink and they think they're it" you thought when-

Hold on - isn't that?

Wait it is

VASCO!

Why are you topless Vasco?!

And holy shit beating the hell out of everyone

What the fuck HOW ARE YOU SO STRONG?

Did you just beat up that guy with a 60yr old face?!

Is that guy actually 60? Why you going around beating up old people

oh my god you knocked out this seCURITY GUY TOO!

I can't hear you - what was that about 500 won?!

Now that you think about it, you could never quite work out what happened that time with the arm wrestling

You were too smug about your technical win to follow up

Now after seeing Vasco take on at least half of the staff at Club Vivi, you were pretty sure he could have snapped your arm clean off if he really wanted to

But hey, it was nice to catch up outside the club. He even offered you some fishcakes in exchange for 500 won

I dunno how to end this lol

#vasco long hair supremacy #lookism x reader #lookism #lookism headcanons #euntae lee #vasco #vasco x reader #lookism fanfics #wannaeatramyeon

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storiesbyrhi · 2 years

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Vintage Reeboks - Chapter 3: World Wide Web

Eddie Munson x Reader More Eddie fics here

3351 word count

Warnings: Mentions of being queer in the 80s; mentions of canon-typical violence; mentions of weed; mention of sex

Synopsis: The gate at the bottom of Lover’s Lake was meant to spit the quartet out in the Upside Down. Steve, Nancy, and Robin were meant to be there. He wasn’t meant to be alone. But when Eddie comes to on the shoreline, you’re there. It’s not the Upside Down. It’s not Lover’s Lake. It’s not 1986.

Previous Chapters: 1 - Lover’s Lake; 2 – Hey, Siri

Chapter Synopsis: Two questions. First question: is Eddie cool now? Second question: where are they now?

Author’s Note: Huge thanks and credit to a few Anons on Tumblr and the following AO3 friends for the support and inspo: Icabod Jones, June, Anonymous_bird_206, Mere, goudaconnoisseur, MagnetGirl11511, Breadedegg, wyldwoodnymph.

By the time you and Eddie had fallen asleep, it was a little after three in the morning. Naturally then, you both slept late.

There was no work to rush off to when you woke. It annoyed you about yourself, that you’d only let the breakdowns happen when it was convenient. You’d only stay up late, mourning or anxious, when your calendar said you had space to do so.

Sometimes you thought it meant you were faking, but if that were the case – to what end? There was never an audience to your sadness.

As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you looked over at Eddie. He was still in a deep state of sleep, which you were grateful for.

Pulling your laptop onto your lap, you started to read through all the articles you could find about Hawkins in the 80s, and about Eddie. It was a rabbit hole. Everybody had a theory about what happened to the murdered teens and to Eddie. Even before ’86 there were deaths, though. The extent of the suffering seemed almost immeasurable.

It made sense that Hawkins had wanted to move on from the grief and trauma, but you found some indignation bubbling inside you at how easily it was all covered up and forgotten.

Putting righteousness aside, you started a list in Sticky Notes of actions to get Eddie home.

Talk to mum and uncle g.

Find old friends?

Find another ‘gate’ (what is a gate tho?)

Captain America video?????

An hour or so later, Eddie groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket up over his head.

“Hey,” you greeted, throwing a pillow at him.

Slowly, he emerged, sitting up and looking around. You imagined it was how he looked when he woke from a bad trip.

“Yeah,” you started again, “You’re still here.”

Eddie smiled, more of a grimace really. “Got any leads?” he asked, noticing the laptop in front of you.

Leaning back against the headboard of your bed, you shrugged.

“No leads, but some ideas. I’ve got something for you to watch too. Come here.”

Eddie followed your instructions, leaving the warmth of his sofa bed. He was polite, sitting on top of the quilt.

“Here,” you ordered, opening up the blanket to let him climb in. “So, there’s this super famous comic book movie. Hero ends up in the future but he’s from the 40s. Fans like to make videos of like, all the stuff he missed. Pretend it’s what they’d show him if they could. I found a good one. You’ll know the 40s to 80s stuff, but the second half will be useful for you,” you explained, almost getting stuck on how unbelievable what you’d said was.

“Captain America,” Eddie said.

“You know him?”

“Not my thing, but yeah…” he replied, voice trailing off as you handed him the laptop.

As Eddie watched the YouTube video, created by user stucky_mothman, you looked through drawers for your old phone. When you upgraded, you could have saved money by trading in or selling, but you’d never got over the fear that someone would somehow hack your entire life through the thing.

“Gotcha!” you said to yourself, finding the scratched-up thing in the same drawer as about three HDMI cables, five old tangled headphones, and unlimited cotton tips. There was more junk in there, but you squashed it all down to close the drawer.

The phone still worked, and when connected to your WiFi, could be used to access apps. Apps like UberEats.

“You hungry?” you asked Eddie.

“There’s still food? No pills to replace all your nutritional needs?” he replied, not looking away from the screen.

“I mean… There kind of is. But some of us still like the real deal. If McDonald's can be counted as real,”

“McDonald's?” Eddie asked. “I know McDonald's,”

“You and the rest of the world. We can order from the breakfast menu if we’re quick.”

He glanced over at you; his eyebrows knitted together. “You want to go out to McDonald's? What happened to laying low?”

“No, no, the food comes to us,” you explained, holding your old phone up and shaking it. “I order it. It arrives here. Magic.”

Two serves of hotcakes, hashbrowns, and egg McMuffins later, you both felt a lot better. Eddie downed his black coffee faster than what should be legal. You sipped at your chai latte, ignoring his judgmental expressions.

“I think you should tell me everything. Start to finish,” you eventually tried, watching him learn to Google and then go on a mad Wikipedia spiral. He didn’t reply. “It all sounds… fucked up… to say the least. I get that. But… I’m kind of out on a limb here, so a little context might be helpful.”

Eddie was right; the story he told sounded too fantastical to be reality. However, yet again you found yourself firmly in the belief camp, taking note of anything in his account that felt like some sort of clue to how to return him home.

“I’ve got two ideas,” you said when his story brought him to sitting on your bed.

“Dustin?” Eddie ventured.

“Yeah. I know you said he’s a butthead, but he also sounds like a child genius. We find him, we find the others, we find your way home.”

Eddie rolled off the bed in almost a perfect backward somersault. He began to pace, nodding, holding his face in his hands.

“Yeah. Yeah. This makes sense. Henderson is a know-it-all, but ya know, he does know it all. He’ll know what to do. And he’s gotta be like, an adult now, right? Maybe he’s less… of a butthead,”

“He was a freshman, right? That makes him…” You did the math in your head. “Fifty,”

“Fifty?!” Eddie repeated, his voice rising a couple octaves. “Jesus… So, he might be dead.”

You laughed. “Bleak. Fifty isn’t that old,”

“But like, there’s so much shit that’s happened since then. If there was any more monsters of the week, you’ve got to bet the kid was there. And not to state the obvious but there’s been so much… bad…”

Maybe letting Eddie catch up on history wasn’t the best idea. The good ol’ U. S. of A. had definitely seen its fair share of bloodshed and discordance since 1986. And, with Dustin’s resume, it didn’t seem likely that he would become risk adverse as he grew older.

“I’m gonna say it again. We should ask mum,”

Eddie stopped pacing, stood with his hands on his hips and sighed. Dramatic. “What’s her name?”

You told him, described her and the limited information you had about her childhood and adolescence.

Eddie shrugged. “Don’t think I know her. Sounds like most of the girls that go to Hawkins’,” he said.

It was true. Your mother only really blossomed once she was away from the town. It was your father that helped her to open up and learn to just be a person. She’d never told you why Hawkins had seemingly sucked the soul from her, but given the new information, you’d formed a pretty solid idea.

And, your uncle was an absolute vault.

The one time you tried to ask him about what it was like, your mother pulled you aside, telling you to never try the conversation again. In hindsight, and the benefit of hearing Eddie’s story, you could see why. Maybe he was one of the barely-lucky bystanders to all the doom and gloom. Scarred him for life. Maybe he was friends with Chrissy or Fred or Patrick.

You knew your uncle had come out much later in life, in his late 30s or early 40s maybe. Being a closeted queer kid in a town like Hawkins must have been hard enough, then add the fuckary of the supernatural to the mix. You didn’t begrudge him for not talking about any of it.

“What was your second idea?” Eddie asked.

“Find a gate,”

“How?”

“No idea. We could check the lake again?” you suggested.

“That godforsaken lake,” he mumbled, back to pacing.

Eddie lost himself in thought easily, you observed. If you were to swap places, you’d probably have a lot to ponder too. He was a spitfire of a person, but his anxiety tempered his nature.

You could tell by the way he spoke of Dustin and the others that he had a deep fondness for them. Separated less than twenty-four hours, there was pining. You wondered how they had handled his disappearance.

“Alright. Let’s find him,” you announced, returning to your laptop.

It didn’t take long.

Dustin had been right there for the explosion of the world wide web. He’d been to every corner of it, the good, the bad, the ugly. And, much to your current advantage, he blogged his way through the 90s and 00s. There wasn’t a lot of new content, but he still updated his audience (which seemed to be somewhat prolific) every now and then.

“We can send him a message. Get him to Zoom or Skype us or something,”

“Zoom… or Skype?”

After much deliberation, it was decided the message to Dustin would be simple. Short. An invitation more than anything else.

Henderson – The Shire is still burning. I’m trapped in Mordor. S.O.S. – Eddie the Banished.

“He’ll understand it?”

“He’ll get it,” Eddie assured you. “He’ll get it.”

…

You’d left Eddie alone in the pool house while you drove back to Lake Hopewell. There were some people out and about, but it was mostly quiet down by the water. In more appropriate swimwear than your last visit, you waded in, waterproof torch in hand, and spent the better part of an hour searching for anything that vaguely matched Eddie’s description of a gate.

…

He’d never really been alone in a girl’s bedroom before. Woman, Eddie corrected himself. You’d graduated high school, bettering him with apparent ease. You were smart.

You were also kind.

And pretty.

And smelt like clean.

Eddie smacked his own face. It wasn’t the fucking time to get a crush. He was going to be out of there as soon as he could.

Still, he curled up in your bed, curating himself Spotify playlists he’d probably never get time to listen to. He was comfortable, and if it wasn’t for the time travel bullshit, he would have been happy too.

All he needed was a little dope and he would be more than fine.

Then,

ONE (1) NEW EMAIL: ZOOM: Eddie?!

…

The bottom of the lake revealed only the pollution of a small town and some vaguely suspicious bones. It was a dead end and you felt nervous to deliver the news to Eddie.

You wondered what he was doing in your absence. Would he go through all your stuff? Sleep through the silence?

An intrusive thought flung itself into your frontal lobe. Did he Google porn yet? Eddie wouldn’t know about browsing history. You could revisit every click, if you wanted to. Shaking your head, you tried not to think of sex. Or Eddie. Or sex and Eddie.

The drive home felt longer than it ever had before.

…

Eddie had wrapped himself in a blanket and it looked like a furry cape. He was staring at the screen, his hands in front of him, fingertips to fingertips. As soon as you walked through the door, he was up.

With the laptop set upon the bar, you took a seat on one of the stools and nodded at Eddie. He couldn’t sit still, so he stood next to you, leaning against the bar, but remaining close enough to you that you could feel him vibrating on the spot.

“You okay? You ready?” you asked him.

He looked at you. His eyes sparkled with hope and it melted your heart just a little. You weren’t ready to see him crumble, if it was going to come to that.

Eddie nodded, then held out a hand. You took it, letting him thread his fingers through yours.

Dustin Henderson - fifty-one-years old, head full of curly hair, a warm smile – began to cry. You could see he had tried to stop himself, but he saw Eddie. Eddie from 1986. His friend. Innocent Eddie Munson. He couldn’t help it.

His wife, Suzie, came to offer emotional support.

“How…” Dustin tried, but was at a loss for words. Something Eddie reminded him he hardly ever was.

“I followed them down, man. Saw Wheeler and Buckley go straight through. My turn and it just spat out here,” Eddie explained.

You sat quietly while Dustin and Eddie talked, updated, and theorised. Essentially, they spoke in a language you did not understand. There was no grand reveal of a solution though.

“Let me… Let me assemble the Avengers and we’ll figure it out, okay?” Dustin said, already looking tired.

“Yeah, yeah, man. Okay,”

“We got you, Eddie. No man gets left behind.”

…

After the call, you let Eddie process. He crawled back into your bed, taking the laptop with him. He had moved on from Spotify to IMDb. He’d opened dozens of Chrome windows, each one showing the page of a movie he wanted to watch. You were going to show him how to make a watchlist, or at least how to open new tabs instead of windows, but decided to leave him be. He was settled.

In the kitchenette, you made cheese toasties, bringing a plate over to Eddie. He barely came out of the blanket cocoon to nibble at it like a mouse.

“You’re…” you started. Eddie glanced up at you. Those goddamn big brown eyes twinkling at you. “How could anyway think you’re dangerous?”

You liked the way he smiled up at you. Shrugging, he took another bite.

“This is good,”

“Secret ingredient is paprika,” you told him.

“Paprika!” Eddie repeated, in a spot-on impression of Yoda.

Suddenly, everything dropped away. Your search for momentary oblivion. The time traveler. Any other problems in your head. All of it. Insignificant.

Eddie had asked about Star Wars. He quoted Yoda. But he didn’t know about…

“Move,” you said, pushing Eddie over in the bed, almost sending his toastie flying. “I have to show you something.”

Star Wars-wise, you probably wouldn’t have jumped straight to The Mandalorian when introducing Eddie to new content, but the audible gasp when he saw Grogu for the first time was worth it.

“Baby Yoda…” Eddie marveled. You watched him, watched the gooey expression of pure love form across his face.

Ludwig Göransson’s score played as Eddie’s gaze turned to you, where you had been wrapped in the blanket cocoon, like you’d not met Eddie only the day prior.

“You’ve changed my life,” he whispered, his nose scrunching up in happiness.

“Yeah… He made a big impact. He was probably the most famous face in the world for a while there,”

“No way. Star Wars is cool?”

“Star Wars is very cool now… Actually, I reckon they’d be a lot of things that are cool that weren’t in the 80s or even 90s,” you said, thinking of all the things that had found their way to the height of popularity, while previously resulting in casual school bullying.

Eddie sat up, a serious expression on his face. “You’re telling me, I might be cool now?” He said it like it was the worst thing he could be.

“Probably. You’re very… aesthetic,” you told him, gesturing vaguely at him. “And, like, Dungeons and Dragons, right, that’s like… not super mainstream, but is pretty popular. There’s a T. V. show based on a game of it these people on the internet played,”

“Campaign,” Eddie corrected.

You laughed at his seriousness. “Okay. Well, there’s that. There’s the Lord of the Rings show that’s com-”

“LORD OF THE RINGS?”

…

“Henderson, why didn’t you tell me about Star Wars, or Lord of the Rings?” Eddie demanded as soon as Dustin’s face appeared on the laptop screen.

Dustin had called back only a few hours after their first Zoom meeting.

Laughing, Dustin replied, “Yeah, my kid took my first editions for show and tell and was the coolest kid in class for a while,”

“Your kid?!” Eddie squeaked. It absolutely freaked him out that his freshmen friends were all grown up with children of their own.

Dustin nodded, then started roll call.

Lucas Sinclair and his family lived not too far from Dustin.

Max Mayfield started off by sending irregular postcards from wherever in the world she was. Eventually, those turned to emails. Then Instagram stories for Close Friends only.

Robin Buckley moved to San Francisco with Steve Harrington after graduating. They’d both found love, found families, and saw each other often. Dustin’s kids and Steve’s online gamed together.

“They’re all closer to me than Hawkins, except Max. We’ll meet here and come up with a plan, then come to you,” Dustin said.

“What about the others? Where’s Wheeler?” Eddie asked.

Dustin hesitated.

They’d lost friends along the way.

After Eddie vanished through the gate, and they’d barely held on to Max, the group called in the California crew, who were already doing their best to help. They’d all met back up in Hawkins, sorely unprepared to take on Vecna.

“Mike… He… We couldn’t save him. Then El just… It wasn’t meant to go down the way it did, man. There was no stopping her.”

Eleven, the girl with superpowers, had stopped Vecna from killing again. She slayed the evil and stopped it from returning to Hawkins ever again. She’d died in the process, so fraught with grief and rage that she left no way back for herself.

After that, families left Hawkins.

Nancy Wheeler was out of there by ’87. She was a journalist in New York with hardly any connections to her childhood town or the people in it. Dustin said the pain almost swallowed her whole. He was still trying to get a hold of her.

Will and Jonathan Byers left in the same year, and they’d not stayed in touch. Dustin went quiet then. None of it was easy to say.

“Will… He died in… would have been ’01 or ’02. Haven’t talked to his brother since then.”

Eddie was attentive, nodding. Whatever happened back then, you thought, it had clearly fucked all these kids up for life. It was a miracle there were any of them left, all those years later.

“Dustin, listen,” Eddie began. Before he was spat out in 2022, Eddie had only known about the monsters for a couple of days. He’d only had those couple days of nightmares and worry. Yet, he had felt like he was on the verge of total breakdown. “Don’t… I don’t know, man. I don’t want to drag you all back into this bullshit. I can figure it out on my own,”

“Eddie, no man gets left behind. I told you that… We don’t need you or Steve to look after us anymore. Besides, it’s not like the Mind Flayer is after you. It’s just time travel, right?”

Eddie snorted. “Only Dustin Henderson could say ‘just’ time travel,”

“Sorry to interrupt,” you said from the bar stool next to Eddie. “But the fucking Mind what now?”

“How you doing with all this?” Dustin directed at you. “If I remember right, Eddie took it surprisingly well when he found out about everything,”

“I mean…” You shrugged. “I’m alright. Biggest risk is that I took home a serial killer,”

“I would kill my kids myself if they did what you did,” Dustin said.

“Are you joking, man?!” Eddie yelled. “Do your kids know what you got up to when you were fifteen?”

Eddie and Dustin talked a little more, trying to not leave the conversation in the depths of sadness. Whatever bond they’d had in 1986 seemed to be still alive. Even as an adult, Dustin had a childlike sense of wonder and he wore his heart on his sleeve. No matter what the consequences, he wasn’t going to leave Eddie stuck.

It was time to start a new campaign, and he had all the players on their way back to Hawkins.

End Note: Grogu. Grogu. Grogu. The Star Wars was pretty self-serving on my part, so forgive me. Also forgive me if I’ve killed off your fav, but there’s no way they all made it out of Hawkins. Those that did… they’d always be missing something. That shit was fucked.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Fanfiction #Eddie Munson Fanfic #Eddie Munson x Reader #Stranger Things #Stranger Things 4 #Stranger Things Fanfic #Mine #Eddie Munson/Reader

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eimids · 6 months

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Your worst enemy

Arsenal x reader

Reder is suffering with depression and doesn’t want her teammates to know.

Warnings: depression, mention of suicide (nothing happens tho), HEAVY on the angst, hurt/comfort?

words: around 3k

Your thoughts had been spiraling for a while, first you didn’t even realize it. Starting with only tiredness and some not so good days. You just brushed then off.

Your depression wasn’t back, it couldn’t be it.

Last time it got so bad that you were almost hospitalized. So this time it couldn’t get to that point. You changed your whole life after your last depressive episode. You changed from Manchester United to Arsenal. You cut contact with toxic people in your life, especially your ex.

But without you even realizing, it became more severe. Not having any energy, going to sleep at 9pm and sleeping for almost 12 hours every day. You were also getting irritated really easily. If something didn’t go your way, you were ready to fight (and cry). Practice was the only moment you had to be energetic. You couldn’t let things affect football. You didn’t want to be with your teammates, the bonding nights only seemed like a lot of work to keep a happy surface.

During best days, everything felt almost normal. But just almost. Something felt always off. Sounds were too loud, lights were too brightbut you were happy. You were supposed to be happy. Why couldn’t you just be happy. Everything was good, what did you have in your life for you to be depressed? Absolutely nothing.

You tried your best to not let anyone notice but you failed miserably. Alessia was the first one to notice and tried subtly to talk to you about it. You were closest to her at Arsenal. You transferred with her from Manu so you knew each other from there. Although you were only 19 you and Less where getting along really well. After practice she offered to grab coffee with you, then have a nice girlsnight with her.

“Oh it’ll be fun. We can just go to my apartment to watch some movies and order your favorite food” The older woman tried to convince you.

You were hesitant at her suggestion. After the long day you were already overwhelmed and tired. You just wanted to sleep away the never ending tiredness. You hadn’t had even that long day. Only practice and recovery. Then some quick media stuff. But even that made you exhausted. Wanting to just rot away in your bed you made some excuse for Less.

“I’m sorry i’m just really tired today and I’m gonna have to call to my parents about them coming to visit” You said as casually as you could.

Lessi almost believed it, but she knew something deeper was going on. She’d seen you get more and more tired during the last months and she didn’t really know what to do about it.

“You know you can always talk to me if you have something on your mind?” Less blurted out.

You were pondering your options. You could say that things were ok and not to worry about you. But you could also confess the hard truth. Your depression was back. But Less would have to tell that to Leah and Kim, who were obligated to tell Jonas and the team management.

“I know Less, but I’m doing okay” You said and smiled. Then you just grabbed your kitbag and left the training grounds.

It was already 8pm and it was getting dark. You still didn’t have your drivers license so you couldn’t drive by yourself. You could ask a lift from one of your teammates but most of them had left or were still doing media. Uber felt useless waste of money so you decided to walk home. It was only four kilometers so it wasn’t anything too bad. You started your walk on the quiet roads of England. There was some pubs and bars you walked past to. Hearing the usual catcalls from some gross old men. You tried to ignore them you put your music louder in your headphones and continued walking.

Your phone was on ‘do not disturb’ mode as you continued your walk. You didn’t really notice anything around you. Not even truly caring about anything. You just wanted the numbness and tiredness to go away. Somehow you managed to get to your apartment. You took your shoes off and walked straight to your bed. Not caring that you were still wearing your day clothes. Your apartment was a mess so you didn’t even bother to look for any other clothes.

The next day you woke up and it was already 10am. Another 12 hours had passed with your sleeping. You knew you were going to be late but still didn’t bother to get up. You decided to check your phone only to find 3 missed calls from Less and texts.

Lessi🤍

8.47pm

Viv said you didn’t ride with her back home? Don’t say you walked! I could’ve driven you home..

9.12pm

Please answer to me that you are okay y/n. I just want to know you got home safely.

10.39pm

I really hope you are already asleep at your house. I’m worried please call me when you can.

You were alarmed when you heard something from your kitchen. You quickly got up and went to look for the sound. Your kitchen was cleaned, the living room was cleaned, what was happened.

Alessia. She stood there in your kitchen making you breakfast. You were confused about everything even though you had given Less your spare keys.

“Morning y/n, we need to have a talk” Less just said. Clearly not happy.

“Well yeah, you can’t just show up to my apartment” You answered.

“Yea I can when I’m worried sick about you. I asked almost everyone on the team if they had taken you home but no. Did you walk home? You can’t be that reckless, something could’ve happened. So when you didn’t answer I decided to come over to see what’s going on. I’m glad I found you safely home, sleeping” Less started her lecture.

“I didn’t walk” You lied. “I ordered an uber and got home safely” You continued with the lies. You could see the anger and worry on Alessia’s face turn to guilt. “I was tired and didn’t want to bother anyone so I just ordered the uber. You don’t have to worry about me Less, I’m okay” You said with a smile. You were trying to be convincing although all that came from your mouth was lies.

“Oh i’m so sorry y/n. I don’t know what got to me but you’ve been acting weird lately and I just got so worried when you didn’t answer. Maybe I should get going, I’m sorry again” Alessia said and started to grab her things.

You stopped her by hugging her. You weren’t mad at her, although you didn’t want her to be worried about you, I felt nice to know that she cared about you. “You can stay Less, have breakfast with me” You said to her softly.

So she did. You ate your breakfast in a comfortable silence and then talked about your next match that you were going to have in couple days. You were supposed to leave to Manchester later that day. After you ate, Less grabbed her stuff again and left. You were happy with yourself that you convinced her that everything was okay.

You and Alessia both missed the team meeting of that morning but were on time to get to your bus to leave to Manchester. You got a little lecture from Jonas but didn’t really care. Wasn’t the first time.

On the bus most of your teammates were on the back of the bus listening to music and chatting. You however were sitting in the front. Headphones in listening to Taylor Swift and trying to sleep. It wasn’t hard with how exhausted you were. Sleep came nowadays always easily.

At some point you were woken by Kim sitting next to you. You tried to just act like you were sleeping but the skipper knew better.

“I know you’re awake y/n. Why don’t you come to the back of the bus with the others and have some fun, you have missed a lot of team bonding nights lately and the girls miss your company” Kim stated to you. You could hear Katie singing in the back of the bus and laughed a little.

“Okay I can come for a while. But I really need my beauty sleep” You tried to joke. Kim laughed a little before walking back to her seat. You followed her and were welcomed with teasing from your teammates.

“Well good to see you y/l/n, feels like I haven’t seen you in ages” Katie teased as she saw you walking to the back of the bus. “Come sit next to me” She continued.

You really didn’t want to hear the teasing from Katie but decided to still take the seat next to her. In front of you were Beth and Viv. In the next booth of four were Less, Leah and Kyra. Music was blasting and you saw as Katie was filming a tiktok about the her day. She filmed you in it with the something along ‘She’s alive’. You smiled for the camera but actually you wanted to cry. You were tired af the teasing. You were tired of everyone fussing about you. Why couldn’t you just enjoy some peace and quiet.

You zoned out for a while and next thing you realize was that Leah was gently waking you up.

“Wake up sleepy” Leah said quietly and smiled to you.

“Oh sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep” You said while looking around. Everyone else had left the bus, you were at your hotel.

Leah just hummed and helped you get your stuff and then walked with you to the entrance. Your teammates were sorting out rooms. You were hoping to get a room for yourself all alone. When you’re name was called at last you found out that you were paring with Leah. Kim and Leah changed looks that you didn’t notice.

Some of your teammates, mainly Viv, Beth and Less had went and talked to your skippers about your weird behavior. They had all noticed the signs of depression. Especially Less who had known you when you had your latest episode. They had made a small plan to get you to talk. Leah would be rooming with you, Kim would encourage you to be more with the other girls. Viv and Beth where just like parents who took notice about your behavior and made sure that you took care of yourself. They didn’t want to talk to you yet about it. They want you to come talk to them, or to anyone at that matter.

The rest of the day was a blur. You had a practice on the pitch, some recovery in cold pool, dinner. At practice you were almost benched because you were playing recklessly. Taking stupid risks and tackling people. A lot of your tackles were not even towards others, more so you could get yourself hurt. They were stupid and you knew it but just didn’t care.

After dinner your head was a mess. You felt overwhelmed and you couldn’t really take a notice of your surroundings. Kyra was walking next to you to the elevator. For the next couple of hours you were supposed to spend time with your teammates. You knew you had to show your face there for people not to get suspicious but you were in a bad mental state and just wanted to be alone. You walked hand in hand to the meeting room where pretty much everyone was in already. You smiled and talked for a while before trying to make an excuse to leave.

“Don’t leave yet, you just came here” Viv said to you. Trying to find someone else in the room who was in on the plan. She saw Leah and waved her over.

“I’m just not really in a mood to be here, I was thinking about having a shower and just going to sleep” You answered. Not having the energy to make up excuses.

“Y/n it’s not even 6pm, can’t you just stay here with us for a little while longer?” Leah asked hopefully.

Everything was just too much for you. The music in the background, Leah and Viv asking too many questions. Your breathing started to pick up pace. You knew that if you didn’t get away now, you would most likely end up having a panic attack. So you left. Without a word to Leah or Viv. You just turned around and walked away. You ran to your room and quickly closed the door. You fell to the ground and couldn’t help the tears in you eyes starting to spill.

You hated it, hated it all. You hated your mind for not being normal. You hated yourself for not accepting help from the other who clearly were just worried about you. You hated your teammates for trying to help. You hated the feeling in your head that just didn’t go away. You just hated it all.

Leah and your other teammates decided to give you some time for a while. Letting you calm down. But they all knew that they needed to do something. Leah and Kim decided to talk to the team management the first thing the following day. They knew you needed help and couldn’t watch on the side as you were slowly ruining yourself. After sometime Leah decided to come back to your shared room. She expected to find you sleeping but was concerned when you weren’t in the room. She checked the bathroom but no. You weren’t there. She got worried quickly. Her mind went first to the worst scenarios. Did something happen to you, did yo do something to yourself, was it too late for her to come look for you, she was blaming herself instantly.

“She isn’t hear” Leah said in a panicked voice as soon as Kim answered her call.

“What do you mean Leah?” Kim asked worriedly.

“She isn’t in our room, what if something has happened” Leah worried.

“Okay let’s not panic yet. Come back to the team room and we’ll make a plan” Kim said to Leah. Being the captain she knew she had to stay calm. They talked as Leah walked back to the team room. Kim had asked most of the girls to go back to their rooms and have a chill night. Not wanting to consern them.

Viv, Beth, Katie, Alessia, Leah and Kim were the ones to stay. They knew you the best and right now all they wanted was to find you.

“Has anyone called her?” Beth asked.

“Well yeah but she didn’t answer, it went straight to voicemail” Leah answered.

“She’s an adult and can leave if she wants, right now there isn’t much we can do unfortunately. Leah I suggest you go back to your room and see if y/n comes back. Inform us immediately if she comes, Viv and Beth can you go to the restaurant and bar to check if y/n’s there?” Kim started to make a plan.

Kim, Less and Katie stayed in the teamroom. Alessia was crying. She knew how bad it could get for you. Last time, about two years ago, she and Ella Toone had found you on the roof of the hotel, ready to jump. After that you started to get better. You were put on antidepressants and went to therapy for a year. She was happy that you were getting better. She didn’t want to believe the signs of depression when she first noticed them again. She didn’t want you to go through that again.

The team didn’t have to look for a long time before you showed up back in your room where Leah was pacing around. She stopped immediately when she heard the door open. Next she saw you with tears in your eyes standing there. Looking so fragile.

“I think I need help Leah, please help me” You said with the tiniest voice, lips quivering but Leah heard you. She came running to you before you collapsed on her embrace. You cried as she carried you to the bed and then continued to let you cry against her.

She quickly found her phone in her pocket and sent a quick text to Kim that you were back. Then she ignored the respond she got and just continued to hug you.

“I’m here for you and I’m going to get you the help you need” Leah whispered in your ear.

—

This was supposed to be longer but I don’t really know how to continue this so I might do a part 2 where reader sorts with the aftermath about everything. Would you be interested in part 2?

#angst #leah williamson #woso x reader #x reader #alessia russo #katie mccabe #kim little #beth mead #vivianne miedema #arsenal wfc

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aikofanfan · 1 year

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Obey me, Themis!

Part 2 is out!

Summary: Rosa is your childhood friend and you decide to visit her and Luke. But it’s you. Things are never that easy.

Pairings: None. For now. I may fold on that in later parts.

Warnings: There is a small reference to Ep 3 of ToT, if you played it you know if not- drugs and child abuse. Very small tho just letting ya know.

A/n: Obey Me! x Tears of Themis crossover that was supposed to be a small dumb little drabble for shits n giggles became a bigger story with every word I wrote. So expect more parts cuz skdjsndns

“Wait really??!” Rosa jumps up from her desk, phone in hand and a huge grin on her face. “When? Around what time?? So soon?”

Everyone in the room looked at her as she walks around her desk, talking to whoever it maybe.

“No no my shift ends soon! Yes I know but I wish you would’ve called sooner I could’ve gotten food or something ready!” She laughs. “So much has happened since we last spoke!”

She walks and talks some more than noticed people staring. Ah right she is still at the office after all.

“I’ll see you soon!” She says before ending the call. She goes back to her desk and sets her phone down, Hm maybe she can get some take out ready to pick up if she orders now. She can get it on her way home.

“Rosa?” A sudden voice snaps her back to reality and she sees Artem by her desk.

“Oh hi Mr. Wing! Sorry about that.” She says sheepishly.

“It’s okay. Did something happen?” He asks, looking slightly worried.

“Oh no no not at all! That was my old friend MC!” Rosa explains. “I haven’t seen them in a long time and they called to tell me they’re coming here to Stellis!”

Artem recalls a few stories about this MC. Seemed like the polar opposite of Rosa when he thinks about it. MC had visited Stellis with family one year during their childhood in the summer and had gotten to know Rosa, they managed to keep in touch even after all these years as pen pals before exchanging phone numbers.

“They should be waiting for me by the time my shift is over.” Rosa glances at the time.

“Well if it really has been that long, you can leave now.” Artem suggests. Rosa doesn’t even fight it, jumping up and gathering her things and giving Artem a big hug and a quick thank you.

“Oh relax would ya.” You snicker, DDD in hand. “I’m not gonna get dragged into any of her cases. I’m not a lawyer or agent or whatever.”

You were outside of Rosa’s home waiting for her to get back. In the mean time you talked on your DDD with an over protective demon.

“You get dragged into all kinds of trouble without trying.” Lucifer sighed on the other end.

“Mmm true but still.” You snickered. “I’ll be fine.”

“MC!!!”

“Oop gotta go!”

You hang up and put your DDD away just in time to catch a smaller figure crash into you in a tight hug.

“Rosa!” You laugh and set her down. “Ah still so tiny.”

“Hey! I’ve grown at least a little bit!” Rosa pouts. “My boss let me out early and I got food!”

She turned around to grab the bag of take out she set down a ways away. Only for you to flicker your wrist and have it hover over and land in your hand.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.” She says in awe. She was one of the few people outside of your family that knew about your mmm other worldly trips and lessons.

~~~~

From murder cases to crazy trails and tests to mundane things and a bit more still mundane things the two of you share many stories back and forth.

“Sounds like Luke is still Luke you’re still you.” You grin.

“Yeah and it seems you’ve changed the most.” Rosa sighs. You could tell there was far more she wanted to share but clearly had her reasons to keep quiet. You don’t mind, the life of a lawyer must come with its own secrets.

“Change? Nah. Still just as hot headed as when we were kids.” You wink. “Only my eyes glow green when I get mad.”

Rosa sits up straight and blinks at you. You only give her a lope sided smile and she giggled.

“If I wasn’t so aware of your adventures I would’ve questioned that a bit more.” She giggled lightly. “Oh! You should come with me to the office and meet everyone!”

“Will I get to meet this Artem Wing you always mention in your texts?” You ask and wiggle your eyebrows at her.

That got you a pillow to the face.

~~~~~

“MC!” Luke waves to you and Rosa as you walk to a big building. Themis Law Firm if you recall correctly.

“I texted Luke to see if he wanted to stop by and see you.” You hear Rosa say before getting hugged by said man.

“It’s so good to see you! When did you get here???” He pulls away and gives you that blindingly bright smile of his.

“Just last night.” You state. He doesn’t know about you and magic. It’s not that you don’t trust him it’s just…you just don’t think his heart could take it. Seeing as how protective he is with just Rosa. But enough of that.

“Hmmm I dunno Rosa.” You hum, hand on her head and raising it to your own than to Luke’s. “You still look pretty tiny to me.”

Rosa gasps and Luke does his best to hold in his laughter but that only annoys Rosa more.

“I am not that small!!” Rosa swats her hands on your shoulder and Luke finally loses it. It was this moment that made you realized you missed these two knuckleheads more than you thought. You want to share all your adventures with Luke and Rosa but you still remember how Rosa reacted on a video call when you told her why you went missing for a year.

“WHAT?!” She gasps and you nearly dropped your phone.

“Look I know it sounds crazy but-”

“Other realm or not that breaks so many laws! And you aren’t the least bit upset!?” She asks, propping her phone up and flipping through some folders. “Abduction, forcing a person to do something against their will, having no say in the matter, oh my gods!”

“Rosa hey relax!” You laugh. She smacks the folder in her hands down and gives you a bewildered look. “So you believe me?”

“Of course I do! I looked into your missing person case after you were declared dead. Nothing made sense and now you telling me all this, everything makes sense.” She sighed. “No signs of struggle, no one having it out for you, nothing. You just…vanished.”

“You looked into my case?” You smiled. Rosa once again looked at you like you were crazy for asking such a thing.

“MC, we may have known each other over a summer but you quickly became my best friend. Of course I would.” She stated like it was obvious. “You really aren’t upset about this?”

“No it’s…complicated.” You sigh but had a small smile.

“Sounds like you were the force of nature those boys needed huh?”

“YEESSS YOU GET IT!”

Rosa laughed hard at your outburst.

Back to the present, Luke had to run off but made you and Rosa promise that you all had to hang out together at least once before you had to go. Now you were walking into the building and heading to Rosa’s floor.

“Is that phone even sturdy?” You ask, eyeballing the piece of glass in Rosa’s hand that she claimed to be a cell phone.

“It’s a lot tougher than you think.” She says with such confidence she might give Mammon a run for his money.

“Oooh is this the famous MC we’ve heard so much about?” A new voice says as a woman walks over to you two.

“MC this is Celestine.” Rosa introduced and you shake her hand. More and more people come and go to meet you. Did Rosa really talk about you that much?

“You make me out to be some celebrity?” You teased and she just grins at you. You get to her little cubicle and sit by her, watching her work. You get bored within half n hour and start to spin around in the wheelie chair you’re sat in.

“MC don’t do that. You’ll crash into someone.” You hear Rosa warn.

“Oh I’ll be fine- OH SHIT-” You slam your feet down just in time so you don’t smack into whoever was right behind you. You glance up and seen cold blue eyes staring down at you. If you were a normal person you’d be intimidated but being around the likes of Lucifer, you just wave at the guy.

“Well hello there pretty boy.” You grin and hear Rosa choke on her tea behind you.

“And you must be MC.” He says.

“That’s me. And you?” You ask.

“Artem Wing.”

……..

“OH.” You stand up and bow a little. “I am so sorry, Mr. Wing! Rosa has told me so much about you! Ha ha ha!”

“Don’t be so tense.” Artem chuckled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You shake hands then sink back down into your chair. You glance over to Rosa who was currently coughing into a tissue.

“Well I’d say that’s a new record for me.” You grin then look back to Artem. “So!”

You stand back and give Artem a once over. He must’ve noticed as you see a bit of blush form on his cheeks and he fiddles with his tie.

“Rosa told me a lot about you as I mentioned and her description of you was spot on. Easy on the eyes and has gorgeous eyes too!” You state and hear Rosa make a squeaky noise.

“Well it’s almost my lunch time! Come on MC!” Rosa finally speaks up and grabs your wrist, dragging you away from Artem.

“Rosa also told me you got a nice waist. I can see it! You’re totally her type!”

SMACK

“CUT IT OUT!”

~~~~~

“I can’t believe you.” Rosa pouts and takes a bite of her sandwich. You two were in a park, sat on a bench under a tree.

“Am I wrong though?” You ask with a knowing look. She merely glares but shyly shakes her head.

“Knew it.” You say with a wink. You chat some more until a guy walks over.

“Hey Miss attorney. Who’s this with you?” He says, taking the empty spot on Rosa’s right side.

“Oh! MC this is Marius. Marius this is my friend MC. They’re visiting Stellis for a few days.” Rosa introduced you two to each other.

“Marius, Marius.. ah right.”

“Yep. Marius von Hagen at your service.”

“Oh I was gonna say the blueberry play boy.”

“Huh?!”

Rosa laughs as you snicker at the man’s expression. You remember Rosa mentioning a Marius in your texts and you gave him the title of blueberry play boy because of his hair and eyes.

“We’ve only just met and you’re already being so mean.” He says in a fake hurt tone. Now why does that seem so familiar?

“But truly I’ve met bigger names.” You state. “Not really impressed by titles nowadays.”

“Oh? Who have you met?” He asks, thinking you’re being serious. Meanwhile Rosa looks surprised, are you going to-?

“Nobody you need to know. Rosa has told me all about you so it feels like I’ve already met you and the shock has drifted away.” You joke and Rosa sighed. Just then your DDD rings and you get up. “Excuse me for a moment.

Rosa nods and you walk off to the side before answering. Right away you hear bickering on the other end, Asmo, Levi and Mammon if you’re hearing correctly. Of all the times to call-

“OI!” You snap and silence follows. “I told you guys I’d be busy the next few days. What is it?”

What follows was mingled words of Asmo saying Mammon stole his jewelry, Mammon denying it and Levi whining about-something; you aren’t sure what. You pinch the bridge of your nose, contemplating on whether you should text Lucifer for help or not.

When an evil idea comes to mind. You look over to the bench and no matter how they look you know Rosa and Marius are trying to listen in on the conversation. So you wave your hand and when they notice you, you point at Marius and make a “come here” gesture with your hand.

“Yeah?” He asks, confused. You mute yourself on your end and say:

“Just follow my lead, okay?” You say and he nods. You unmute yourself. “Look you guys, I don’t really have time for this.”

“But MC-!”

“I have a lot of sight seeing to do. You can be good and figure this out for yourselves right?” You ask. “I’m sure Lucifer can help sort this out.”

“Lucifer?” Marius asks and the three boys on the other side grow silent real fast. Got em.

“Who’s that?” Mammon asks.

“Oh this is Marius. He’s a friend of Rosa’s, I just met him.” You explain calmly. “He’s part of the Pax Group. The ceo if I remember right.”

“PAX GROUP?!” The three voices simultaneously shout, making you and Marius jerk back from the volume of it.

“Oi he isn’t tryin to steal ya away is he?” You hear Mammon hiss.

“Oh relax.” You rolled your eyes. “I just had him talk just to tease ya. Call it karma for the headaches you lot give me.”

“You’re so mean!” Asmo whines but you knew they were used to this. You tease but never mean any ill intent.

“Now if all matters are settled, I’m going to hang up now and you aren’t going to call me anymore right?” You state.

“But-”

“Right?” You repeat, eyes flashing green for a second. The three agree and hang up. You put your DDD away with a sigh and glance to the young ceo beside you. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Did your eyes glow…green? How did you do that?” He asks.

…oh shit-

“HEY ROSA YOUR LUNCH BREAK IS OVER LETS GO!”

~~~~~

“He noticed? Oh he’s not going to let that go.” Rosa sighed as she typed on her computer.

“I had a feeling he was that kind of prick.” You huff, slumping into your chair.

“He’s not a-prick- he just likes to tease. Like someone else I know.” Rosa comments, side eyeing you with a smirk.

“Are you saying we’re similar??? I’m hurt!” You gasp in fake offend. You two keep talking as she works, your head spinning at all the legal talk. It makes magic and potions look like pre school levels of easy in comparison.

“Using a kid as a test subject for drugs? Hmmm wonder if Diavolo could find that guy in the Devildom.” You mumble to yourself after Rosa explained one of the cases she worked on.

She looks at you, making a face like she wanted to say or ask something but frowns with a small pout.

“Something on your mind?” You ask.

“If you could find him that would really help things but- I don’t think that would be something that could be explained in court.” She pouts. Right. Things are still odd between the realms. You’d bet everything that Diavolo would help in a heartbeat but things aren’t that easy.

“Someday, Rosa. Someday.” You pat her back. To lighten the mood again you spin in your chair- and fall over with a loud thud.

“I’m okay!” You hold a thumbs up and hear Rosa laugh before she’s helping you up.

“You didn’t learn from earlier today did you?” She asks.

“Nope!” You grin.

“I’m assuming this is the MC I’ve heard so much about.”

You glance behind Rosa and see a man with glasses and Hm white? Platinum hair? Meh who really knows.

“Based on the way you dress, you must be V-” Rosa elbowed you. “-Dr. Richter.”

“Correct.” He chuckled as you rub your side, softly glaring at Rosa.

“Well look at that, I’ve met all three of these new guys.” You announced.

“Friends, MC. My new friends.” Rosa corrected you but you just shoot her a look. You bicker back and forth but feel eyes on you still. Looking up, Dr. Richter hasn’t moved or walked away.

“Something wrong, Doc?” You ask.

“No no it’s just-how do I put it. You seem different from others I’ve met.” He explains. Your eyes narrow, you can tell this man is far more than what he looks to be. Rosa must’ve sensed the growing tension before she wheels her chair in between you and this doctor, holding her hands up.

“MC is just a very interesting person like that. You know?” She laughs kinda nervously, looking up at the man.

“I’m not going to cause any trouble if that’s what you’re trying to imply.” You spoke up after a moment. “I’m just here to visit two childhood friends, is that so wrong of me?”

“No not at all.” Dr. Richter agreed. He gets called away and walks off, but you could still tell he was wary of you.

“He totally knows.” You said once you were sure he was gone.

“No I don’t think it’s that he knows, maybe he can just tell there’s more to you than meets the eye.” Rosa explains. “Either way, just be extra careful around him.”

“And by that you mean don’t knock his lights out.”

“Especially that.”

~~~~~~

“He’s just a Psychiatrist! Why was he sizing me up like some criminal?!” You pace around as you vent to Rosa and Luke. You were in Rosa’s apartment hanging out like Luke basically made you promise to do.

“I mean-are you?” Luke asks and you grab a pillow then chuck it at him. He laughs as he catches it. “He’s just like that. Comes with the job I’m sure.”

Grumbling, you slump back down into a chair. You shouldn’t let this bother you so much but it does. Then again you should be used to this, the students at RAD were the same way once upon a time.

“So how long are you planning to stay?” Rosa asks, effectively changing the topic.

“Not sure yet. Maybe a few days. I know you guys are busy.” You answer.

“Oh come on! Stay longer!” Luke urges. “We have so much catching up to do!”

“He’s right. I don’t have any major cases right now.” Rosa adds. They both give you puppy dog eyes and you groan in defeat.

“Alright alright.” You give in. “I’ll stay longer.”

They celebrate their victory and pull you into a small group hug.

~~~~~~

“You weren’t trying to test MC, were you, Vyn?” Rosa walks into the NXX headquarters with Luke behind her and clearly caught the doctor off guard with her question.

“Of course not.” He says. “I’ve met a lot of people in my line of work and there’s just something different about them.”

“You’d be right about that, Doc. I met them and their eyes glowed green.” Marius pipes up and oh boy.

“Green?” Artem questioned, joining the conversation as he walks over. Luke makes a confused noise and looks down to Rosa.

“You were seeing things.” She tried to shrug it off.

“They’re our friend, if there was something new with them they would’ve told us by now.” Luke spoke up, not liking how the others were acting as if MC was suspicious. Rosa nodded in agreement.

“Not like we have a right since we can’t tell them about this.” Rosa adds, gesturing to the whole headquarters. The topic is changed once Artem starts talking about a new case that came in.

Strange substances going around the city that’s causing strange side effects or worse, death. But no one knows where it came from or what it even is. It was like it came from a different world all together.

“It’s only been recorded to have be here in Stellis only as of right now.” Artem explains.

“And if we don’t find out where it’s coming from, it could spread.” Marius adds. Rosa looks at the sample careful that was in a small baggy. Reddish with bits of black and leafy like.

“May…I make a suggestion.” Rosa spoke up. All four of the men look at her. “I think I know where we can start.”

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Let me save you pt. V

Juice Ortiz x female

Word count: 10.5k

Warnings: bad language, violence

When I opened my eyes I could feel his breath on my neck, his whole body pressed to my back and suprisingly I was still laying on his arm. I turned his way and felt relieved when I saw he’s not sleeping.

- Morning. You had a good sleep? It’s kinda late - the joy in his eyes made my day, no matter that I just woke up

- Jesus Christ aren’t you uncomfortable?

I tried to sit up but the sting of pain made me stay in place so I just moved my head off his arm.

- Actually, I haven’t slept this good in years - he was smiling wide when I felt like I had the biggest hangover ever

- Well, me too, even tho I don’t often sleep in stranger’s beds.

- I don’t really think I’m a stranger.

I looked at my phone and realized it’s 8am. I’m not sore or hungovered, I’m just tired.

- You literally just said it’s late.

- Isn’t it? I should probably be at work by now.

- You could just go. Jesus it’s 8am. I only wake up this early when I’m having some big event or someone is putting a gun to my head.

Last time I woke that early was when we were having dinner together.

- I didn’t want you to think I leave you - he smirked

- I’m not scared of you leaving me - I found the strength to sit up - you definitely wouldn’t do that.

- I’m scared you’re right. How are you feeling?

- My wrists are still sore, but the rest seems pretty fine.

That’s not true, but those bruises can’t be really harmful. He knows that as well, but refused to argue with me.

- Are you getting breakfast with me or want to go back to sleep?

- Maybe not breakfast yet, but a coffee sounds good.

I saw the look on his face, but he didn’t say anything again, comforting. It’s just too early for breakfast. He again helped me with my shirt and it started to get a bit embarrassing, but the pain let me just forget about it. When we entered the kitchen there was only one young, pretty girl making coffee.

- Hi - she looked at me with a really warming smile - I’m Sophia.

- I’m y/n - I mumbled not sure what was happening

- Just made a fresh coffee. You want some, Juice?

Her shiny eyes looking his way made me feel a little jealous. Oh stop, it’s not about being jealous. She smiled at me so nice and then offered him a coffee? Hello, I’m still here.

- We’re good, thanks.

- Sure - she replied pouring herself a cup and then left the kitchen

- You need to excuse them - he said as soon as we were alone - they need to proces the thought of a new old lady here. I mean, you’re not an old lady but you’re not a crow eater. Something in between. I mean-

- I don’t know what any of that means - I cut him off with a laugh when I heard he’s getting stressed - Who exactly is she?

- Well, she’s a crow eater - he said pouring me some coffee - they are here to, you know, help us. They help us, we help them.

- And they help you in every possible way, I guess?

- Yeah - he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment

- Well, I hope these sheets really were clean.

- You don’t have to worry about that - not sure why, but he was really convincing - should we go now?

- Sure - I let him lead me back to the big room

Instead of sitting on a couch we made our way to the bar, only one woman sitting there.

- Hi Gemma, aren’t you in the office? - she looked our way

- Just enjoying my coffee before work - she said not even looking at him - hello sweetheart.

- Hi, I’m y/n - I assumed she was talking to me as she wasn’t looking at Juice at all

- I know - her stare made me freeze for a moment but she quickly replaced it with a smile - come on, sit down.

I carefully sat next to her when Juice put his hand on my shoulder.

- I have to finish something in the garage, I’ll be back soon, just don’t get in trouble - he sent me a comforting smile and left the two of us alone

- So - she started slowly - how do you like it here?

I couldn’t tell if she was genuinely curious and nice or wanted to start one dead ass serious conversation.

- I mean, I just came here yesterday night.

- Right - she gently grabbed my chin to look at the bruise on my neck - and how are you feeling?

- I’m better now, Tara took care of me.

- Yeah, she’s a good person, you can rely on her.

I just nodded and smiled as nice as I could. Gemma was being nice but she still made me feel stressed, like she was looking straight into my soul and I don’t like when people do that.

- So, honey. I guess you left your job at Lodi before coming here. Are you planning on doing something or you just want to live off Juice using the fact how much he adores you?

She put me off guard with this question. Why would I be a house wife to a guy I barely know. Why would I use his money. Why would she assume he adores me, supposedly he wasn’t talking about me too much.

- Well, I got a job at St. Thomas a few days ago, I’m a nurse.

- Good for you, I don’t like chicks using the boys for money - her smile was warm but her stare freezing cold

- I’m not his chick and I’m trying to stay independent since I was 15 - I said confidently

Trying to get her to like me felt important. She really just seemed worried and careful about guys bringing in new girls, looking around at all the crow eaters I almost could understand why.

- I know you’re not just a chick. I can feel it. I think you’ll like it here. Juice definitely loves the fact you’re here with him. I know my boys sweetheart, I know how they feel - for the first time during our conversation I felt nice about what she said

- Hi Gemma, want a refill? - Sophie was standing behind us

- Yes, thank you darling.

- And you, y/n? - her smile hasn’t changed since I saw her in the kitchen

- Thank you, I’m good - I replied politely and stared back at my cup

- They will respect you, just don’t let them dominate you - Gemma said when we were alone again

- What do you mean?

- Honey - her smile was honest now - you’re not like them and they don’t like it, but you have to show them you know your position.

- And what exactly is my position here? - I felt dumb asking about such stuff but she seemed like a good person to talk about it

- They all wish they could be you.

The answer wasn’t satisfying. Do they think he fucks me? That we’re dating?

- So what do you want me to do to not get dominated? Fight them? - I jokingly said rising my eyebrows

- Nobody will blame you if you have to do that.

My smile disappeared right away. It really works like that? I have to fight for Juice? We’re not even dating, come on.

- I should go now, a lot of paperwork is waiting on my desk. You can come find me if you need anything, but now just relax, you look a little tensed.

I sat there sipping on my coffee and thinking about what Gemma just told me when I felt a hand landing on my back. I turned immediately just to see Tig smiling at me.

- Morning. Did I scare you?

- I’m a little paranoid, excuse me.

- Sorry - he laughed - didn’t mean to. Just wanted to ask how are you feeling.

- I’m good, really. I don’t want people to pity me.

- It’s not about that, we just care about you.

- I’m literally a stranger - I said with a straight face but he laughed again

- When Juice brings a girl here, it means something.

- Really? - I looked around at all the girls cleaning and talking with other members

- Hey, don’t worry about them. They’re mine.

- All of them?

- Yup, that’s my favourite one - he pointed at a redhead in a mini skirt - but for you I can make sure none of them lay their hands on Juice.

- I think he’s the one to watch who’s putting hands on him - I realised it sounded like I was jealous - but I don’t quite care, as I said, we’re not dating.

He just nodded and left the topic. After a while he asked if I wanted to take a look at the yard since he had nothing better to do. We went to see the garage and just sat on a bench to smoke, there wasn’t much sightseeing to do. I was surprised how well we got along. We talked about lots of stuff and our conversation might be much longer if Juice haven’t interrupted us.

- You hungry now?

- Only if I can get pancakes, I don’t really feel like anything else right now - I felt like what I said was fussy, but he replied with a smile

- Okay, let me change. I know a good place.

- Juicy can you get me some pancakes too? And a strawberry milkshake pleeease - Tig was mocking me

- Hey! - I laughed looking his way - and give me back my lighter you thief.

He took it out from his pocket and shook his head. When Juice got back I put my hand out and asked for car keys.

- You want to drive?

- I feel good now, you don’t think I’ll let you drive around Charming like it’s yours?

We went to a small dining right out of town. The orange juice wasn’t anything special but the pancakes were really good.

- You really drove with me 20 minutes just to get breakfast?

- You said you wanted pancakes - he smiled at his toast not looking at me - they’re good, huh?

- Actually I really like them, but was it worth to go here? Shouldn’t you be at work?

- I finished everything, I’m free for the rest of the day.

- Yeah, dream job - he laughed at my comment - could you drive back? You could drop me off at the hospital, I need to sign some papers.

He looked up at me with a serious face.

- You’re not going anywhere alone, I can come with you if you want.

- And what’s the problem? I guess my freaky ex won’t hurt me anymore.

- Probably not, but you’re new here, I’m not letting you walk around the town alone.

- And you think that me coming to my new job escorted by a biker is a good option?

- I’ll wait at the parking lot.

- Okay mom, sure.

When we parked outside of the hospital I asked Juice to get me an iced coffee and went inside to sign all the papers. On my way to the office I saw Tara.

- Hey y/n, everything’s alright? - she quickly looked around

- Oh yes, I forgot to tell you yesterday, I’m staring my new jobs as a nurse here - she seemed relieved

- Oh my god - she laughed - that’s great. You’re here alone?

- Juice is waiting for me. Should I be worried bout something?

- No, that’s good. You mind giving me a lift to the clubhouse? I need about 15 minutes and I’ll be finished.

- Sure, see you here in 15 minutes then.

I zipped my hoodie all the way up to make sure my bruises are not visible and went straight to the office. While signing the last one my sleeve slipped and revealed my bruised wrist.

- Are you okay? - she asked suspiciously

- Yeah, just a little accident.

I fixed my hair making sure the cut on my temple is not visible and tried to just laugh it off, but the lady behind the desk wasn’t convinced. Maybe she noticed my nose is not quite fine.

- I saw you talking with dr. Knowles earlier - she said calmly - I hope these two things are not connected.

- I’m not sure what you mean, I’m sorry.

I definitely know what she means.

- Well, if you say so. You can start next Monday, we’ll send you a schedule - she shook my hand

I stood up and started going towards the door when she said

- Y/n - I turned around intimidated by her directness - you can talk to me if you need help - her smile was now caring

- I assure you I’m okay, but thank you - I smiled back and left the room to look for Tara

She was already waiting for me at the door.

- And? How did it go?

- I thought it was all good, until she offered me help - I looked at my wrist - she saw me talking with you.

- Don’t worry, we really need good nurses now, that’s not going to be a problem - she smiled as we started walking towards the car

- But why would she think someone from the club hurt me?

- Y/n - we stopped for a moment - none of the guys would lay a finger on you. They have bad reputation at some places, but that’s it. You really don’t have to worry about it.

- Okay - was all I could say before going back to the clubhouse

After we arrived Juice asked me to stay in the car so he can go get my bag. I waited for him to come back when one of the guys came up to me and leaned on the open window.

- Morning - I haven’t seen him before but the „President” patch explained it - I’m Clay, nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you too Clay, I’m y/n - something in his stare made me feel uncomfortable

- We’re having a party this weekend, hope to see you there.

And he left, that was all. Weird. Juice came back after a minute and we went straight to his house. I put my bag on the table and tried to brush my hair but my hands wouldn’t cooperate with me.

- I think I might need your help - I said while fighting with the hair tie on my braid

- What’s up?

- I really need to wash my hair.

- And what exactly do you want me to do? - he sipped on his beer looking at me struggling with my shaky fingers

- And what do you think I’m asking you to do? - I gave up on the tie - nevermind.

I rolled my eyes and started going through my bag to find shampoo and conditioner. He stood behind me and gently took the tie off my hair and brushed it.

- Of course I will help you, don’t want you to drown in the bath - I could hear him smiling wide

- Really funny - I said finding what I needed

- I’ll ran the water for you - he said grabbing the bottles from me and headed to the bathroom

When I entered the bathroom I saw he made sure there was a lot of foam, so he wouldn’t see too much. How cute I thought sarcastically and went in the hot water. Juice joined me a few minutes later, sitting on the edge of the bath, he gently started washing my hair.

- I’ve never done this before - he said massaging my scalp

- Believe me or not, but me too. I always make sure my hair is washed when I go for a haircut I hate people touching my hair.

- It’s worth it. I love your hair - he laughed - So, what do you think about the boys?

- They are all surprisingly nice, I’m not sure if it’s a good sign.

- Chibs and Tig really like you. Give the rest some time to get to know you and I’m sure they all will.

- I’m not sure what I think about Clay, he seems… Weird? Well, I don’t know - I shrugged my shoulders

- Yeah, he can be difficult sometimes, but don’t worry.

- He told me about some party this weekend.

- Yeah, we have another charter coming to town for a vote, they will stay for a while probably. We don’t have to go if you don’t want to - I turned around after he put conditioner in my hair

- Are you going?

- I mean, depends on you, I can come back after the meeting - he said carelessly

I thought about what Clay told me earlier, wondering if it was only about knowing me better or something else.

- I think we should go.

- Sure - I turned away again and let him rinse my hair for the last time

I dried myself with a towel and went back to the living room. Juce greeted me with a hairbrush and told me to sit in front of him.

- Do you know how to braid? - I asked when he was brushing my wet hair

- Huh? - he laughed

- I don’t know, a dutch braid? Anything?

- Honey, the best thing I can do is a ponytail. I guess, I never tried, but it seems easy. What do you want for dinner? We should go shopping.

- I don’t know - I looked at him, we were sitting awkwardly close now - you think of something and I can make it.

- Rice? - he asked

- Chicken?

- Sweet chilli?

I laughed. I love sweet chilli.

- We can get some groceries when your hair dries and I’ll help you with dinner.

- Wow, you really want me to stay, don’t you?

- By doing the bare minimum? Damn girl, you’re easy to satisfy - he laughed, but that’s when the smile left my face

Realising I grew up in toxic relationships wasn’t easy to accept. Things that for him were normal meant the world to me and the thought just crushed me. He pulled his hands out and I leaned in to hug him. The sudden thought of him leaving me or just changing was too much. It was like I just felt all the sorrow and pain from yesterday, tears dropping down my cheeks. I sat myself on his lap and hid my face in the crook of his neck when he stroke my hair waiting for my breath to settle. I couldn’t stop, just cried like a baby when his arms wrapped around me tighter. After a few minutes this embarrassing wave of sadness was basically gone and I realised how weak I am for doing that, but he wouldn’t loosen his grip.

- Just don’t leave me now, okay? Give me some time to settle down - I mumbled without lifting my head

- I won’t leave you unless you beg me to do that - he said and kissed my head - feeling better now?

- Yeah, I do that sometimes - I laughed looking at him - you’ll have to get used to it.

- I’ll make sure you don’t have any more reasons to cry about - he wiped my eyes with his sleeve - come on, I’ll dry your hair and we can go shopping

- You have a hair dryer? - I looked at his mowhawk

- You can use it for other things too.

- I don’t even want to ask.

When we came back I realised how hungry I am, so we started preparing the dinner right away.

- You know you don’t have to pay for me every time, right? I’m homeless, not poor - he laughed at my comparison - the way you slammed my hand away from the card reader was actually rude.

- I’m sorry I’m not letting you be as independent as you wish, princess.

- Rinse the rice before cooking it - he gave me a stare

- So you’re better at everything, huh?

- Probably yes, you can just ask for help if you can’t figure it out - I took the rice from his hands as he was standing still after my comment

- You’re unbelievable, seriously.

After we ate I laid down on the couch and felt asleep minutes later, waking up before 8 is not for me. When I woke up I realised Juice covered me with a blanket, but he wasn’t sitting on the couch with me. It was already dark so I took my phone to check the time and saw a message from him.

Sorry, I had to go. Call me when you wake up please.

So I did.

- You slept good? - he was smiling, I could hear that.

It’s a good sign.

- Yeah, where are you?

- Just some club shit. I’ll be back in a few hours, you want me to call a prospect and get you to the clubhouse?

- I’m good, just get home safe.

- Just please stay inside, okay? Don’t let anyone in.

- Sure - I rolled my eyes glad that he couldn’t see it

I put the phone down and made myself a cup of tea. I went to the bedroom and grabbed one of his books I found on a shelf. I sat on the bed but fell asleep before finishing the first chapter. I woke up when someone was getting the book out of my hands.

- Sorry for waking you up, but you should probably lie down, sitting is not a good position for sleep - Juice was standing above me just smiling

I looked him up and down. He’s definitely been in a fight. New bruises and scratches, blood stains on his white shirt.

- Are you okay? - I asked truly concerned, but he just smiled at me

- I’ll go take a shower and you should change and go to sleep. Promise I won’t wake you up before noon tomorrow - he left with a big smile

I just sat on the bed and looked at the cup of cold tea I left at the nightstand. When he came back I admired how good he was looking just standing there.

- Do you have a first aid kit? I’ll clean you up.

- I’ll see what I have.

I looked at the clock, it was 3am. Is this a routine? He came back with a little bag.

- Is it always like that? - he came closer and sat on the bed next to me

- We’re having a hard time recently. I’m sorry you got here now, you shouldn’t go through this shit. That’s not the better life you’ve been fighting for lately. I’m sorry - he really looked upset with himself

I wasn’t sure what to do so I just started cleaning the cuts on his face, they were deep, but the ones on his arms were probably made with a knife.

- Should I ask? - I know I shouldn’t, but still tried to make him talk

He just shook his head slowly and let me finish what I was doing.

- Well, okay. Just remember you can talk to me. When I’m already doing that, how’s the cut on your ribs? - he was smiling again

- Almost perfectly healed, you did a good job there.

- Uhm, okay. Can I see?

- Just say you want me to take my shirt off - he said with a grin

- Yeah, I want to admire your body so take that shirt off.

I was starting to get tired of him teasing me this way so I chose to play along and it put him off guard.

- Come on - I insisted

He carefully took his shirt off looking at me the whole time. I took the bandaid off and examined the wound.

- Yeah, it looks pretty good. Next time you should come to me immediately.

He was just sitting there speechless.

- What now? You can get dressed - I laughed and handed him the shirt

- Aren’t you tired? - he asked quietly

- Yeah, I think I’ll go to sleep for good now. Just don’t get in trouble again.

- I’m staying here for the rest of the night, promise.

- Here?

And my question was honest. I didn’t know if he meant the bed or the house. Yesterday I asked him to stay with me just because I wanted to feel safe, but what will he do today? Where are we at with all this?

- I can sleep on the couch if you don’t want me here - he was teasing me again

- Well, I never said I don’t want you to stay here, basically it’s your bed. But as you wish - I played along

- Okay, so pass me the pillow please.

I just looked at him and at the pillow, then at him again.

- You don’t want me to go, do you?

- What are we doing Juice? What is this? - no emotions in my voice, I just wanted to know what he thinks about it - We’re not dating, but there is something between us. I don’t know if I’m attracted to you romantically or is it just you playing with me. It’s just-

- You’re attracted to me? - he cut me off

- In some way, yes. We’ve been doing this for some time now and I have to know where we’re at.

He sat next to me and grabbed my hand.

- You’re the most magnificent woman I’ve ever met - I laughed at his distinguish word choice - I mean it. You’re smart, caring and I don’t know, but I really think that you’re someone special. I really want this to work out. I really want us to move forward, really. I don’t want to push on you, sorry I’ve been teasing you this whole time, I’ve never been in that kind of situation.

- Because every women you’ve met before just spreaded their legs for you? - he laughed

- I’ve been in a serious relationship, maybe two if we count the high school one. But it was easier, I’m scared I’ll loose you and I think I’m actually lost at this point. I’m sorry.

- Stop apologising, please.

- I just want you to know where we’re at - he laughed as he didn’t just make a love confession or something like that

- So you’re staying here?

He laid down and pulled me in by my waist.

- Yes I am.

His voice calm, one arm under my head, the other one hugging me closely, palm under my cheek. I could feel his heartbeat like he was stressed. A big biker boy scared of getting into a new relationship. But what he just said calmed me down. I was glad we were both taking it seriously, just no need to hurry. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment trying to fall asleep, but I wasn’t tired now. After a few minutes I turned his way. He wasn’t sleeping, eyes wide open.

- What? - I laughed when he put a hand on my hip

- I really want to kiss you now.

- I really want you to do that.

He cupped my face with one hand and pulled me in with another. It wasn’t a greedy, desperate kiss, but the slow and soft one. He moved his hand from my hip and put it in my hair as he was trying to pull me in even closer. When we broke the kiss I pulled away, looking at him as he was brushing his fingers through my hair.

- I really meant it when I said I love your hair.

I woke up before 10, still early, but I got much sleep the day before. I walked to the kitchen and saw Juice sitting on the couch in the living room, playing something. He took off his headphones.

- The coffee is fresh, help yourself. What do you want for breakfast?

- I can make it myself, thank you - I said sitting next to him

- So you’re again not going to eat? I can take you for pancakes if the homemade ones are not good enough for you - he wasn’t looking at me, focused on the game

- I’ll eat, but later.

- You want me to finish now?

- No problem, I’ll watch you play - I placed a kiss on his cheek and saw him getting distracted by that

He finished a few minutes later. Probably he wasn’t really finished, but I was distracting him too much. He picked me up and placed on his tighs.

- How’d you sleep? Better than yesterday?

- I think I won’t need two naps today - I said putting my hands behind his neck

- Good to hear that - he kissed me gently

I put my head on his shoulder and we just stayed like that for a moment.

- Are you going to the clubhouse today?

- I don’t have work, but Jax said we need to discuss something in the evening.

- Will you be back for dinner?

- I’ll try. What are we eating?

- I’ll figure something out. Can I go to the store? - I finally lifted my head when I heard him laugh

- Maybe we just order takeout?

- Are you kidding me?

- Okay, I can go shopping with you.

- Juice, I want to go myself, nothing will happen.

- Why? - I didn’t know if he was resentful or just sad and offended

- Are you trying to control me? - I raised my eyebrow

- Y/n… - he looked both shocked and upset now - it’s not about controlling you, you know that. I want you to be safe.

- I know, but you don’t have to do that, I’ll be alright, promise.

- Okay, I’m sorry, I’m just worried about you.

- I know, but there’s no need to do that.

It was starting to annoy me. I’m not a child. I’m not in danger. I just want to live as a normal person, which was already hard with Juice’s daily routine consisted of drinking, fighting and disappearing. He was paying a lot of attention to me, but still it was hard to take. It was my third day here, and everyday it was mostly the same. I knew he lives like that. I realised it back in Lodi, when he unexpectedly stopped answering my texts or couldn’t come when we were supposed to meet, but it was easier when I wasn’t with him. Now when I lived with him under one roof I felt how hard it was, not only for me. I knew something bad was happening and that’s why he refused to leave me alone when I wasn’t at home or at the clubhouse. I knew how hard it was for him, leaving me home alone at night. It was hard for us after three days. How are we going to do that later? How is it going to work?

- Is it ever going to change? - I asked after a few minutes of silence and he just sighed

- I wish, but I can’t assure you when.

- But will it?

Another sigh.

- Club meetings is something I can’t avoid - he brushed his fingers through my hair

- But you know I’m not talking about meetings.

He didn’t say anything and put my head back on his shoulder. Another few minutes went by and I felt too comfortable sitting like that.

- I’ll fall asleep in a minute - I said standing up - what did you eat for breakfast? - I asked looking for an inspiration for my own meal

- Toast.

- Damn you’re boring, you eat toast everyday?

- And what’s wrong with that? - he laughed - I wanted to get you some too, but wasn’t planning on waking you up as I promised, it’s still soo early…

- How cute - I said rolling my eyes

- But it’s not too late if you want some.

- You’ll make me breakfast? I’m not asleep anymore - I laughed nervously

- Does it matter if you’re asleep? I just want to do something nice. You should be treated as you deserve, let me show you how it is - he laughed at my facial impression

- Yeah okay, you want me to cry again? - now I was laughing with him, even tho it still kinda hurt, not sure why - I’d like some toast…

- I can make you something else if you don’t want to be as boring as me.

I only looked at him and left to sit on a bench outside to smoke. Trying to admire how peaceful Charming is comparing to LA my thoughts went back to thinking about us. If it’s actually going to work. But when I saw him coming through the door with a plate for me I realised it’s not a good time to worry about that. He won’t hurt me. Not on purpose.

- Enjoy - he said handing me the plate

- Thank you honey. If you still want to we can go get groceries together - I sent him a warm smile

It’s nothing bad that he cares about me and wants to make sure I’m safe. He’s not controlling me. I shouldn’t have said that.

- I know you just care about me, let me get used to that - I decided to speak up looking at him, not sure if he’s surprised or upset again

- I’m sorry you feel that way - he gave me a sad but warming look

- You shouldn’t apologise so much and you shouldn’t be sorry for how I feel, especially when it’s not your fault. Why are you blaming yourself so much, do you want to talk about it? - I didn’t know how to encourage him to speak about his feelings so I tried asking directly

- I’m just trying to help you, now eat, It’ll be cold in a minute.

I ate my breakfast in silence. We went shopping again, but this time decided to get more stuff, so we won’t have to get groceries everyday. He again refused to let me pay, but I stopped trying, as he wish, let him feel like a gentleman. When we were almost done with making lunch, Juice got a phone call and from his short answers I could tell right away what was going on.

- So we won’t eat together? - I tried to seem careless

- I’m so sorry baby - he kissed my forehead - but please eat this, see you in the evening.

We kissed goodbye and I was alone again, turning on some music I finished making lunch and ate it alone. I decided to use my free time on walking around the house and seeing if I can find something interesting there. The whole place was so neat I refused to believe a single man lives here. Single? I got a few books that seemed interesting and put them on the couch to look which one I want to read and went back to see the rest of the house. I wasn’t sure if I was looking for something special, or just looking around. Maybe I was paranoid, but what can he hide here? I went to the garage and saw a bike, but not the one he rode. I came closer and realised some of the parts are unscrewed, he’s fixing it, guess he won’t be mad if I take a look. Happy that I found myself something to do I started working on the bike. Spent almost three hours there and realised it’s dark outside. I started making dinner and waited for a call to hear him saying he’s coming back, but he didn’t. When I finished I sat at the table and looked through the books. Finding the most interesting one I started reading, but after about a hundred pages the hunger got over. I came to the oven and decided to heat up the meal. After eating I tried to focus back on the book, but I started getting worried and tired, so the best option was going to sleep. I’ll get some rest and won’t be able to think about what’s going on. I took a shower and saw his T-shirt on the bed. I had my own, but still decided to wear his. I went under covers and scrolled through Twitter trying to settle my thoughts. I was tired, but couldn’t sleep ‘till 2am. When my eyelids got heavy and I felt relief realising I can now just put my phone down and go to sleep. One last look, no messages, no calls.

I woke up and immediately felt safer when I saw his arm wrapped around me.

- I’m so so sorry- he whispered when I opened my eyes

- Are you okay? - I asked half-asleep and turned to snuggle into his chest

- That lasagna was really good, I’m sorry you had to eat it alone.

- Jesus, Juice - I said not lifting my head - stop apologising. You could’ve said that you’re not going to make it, but I’m not mad or upset with you. I’ll just have to get used to that.

I pulled back to look him in the eyes and assure him it’s okay when I realised he’s not wearing a shirt. I paused getting my time to look at his tattooed chest and muscled arms. He laughed quietly.

- You stole my shirt.

- I just borrowed it - I shrugged my shoulders

- Another one? I’ll have to go buy a whole new wardrobe if you keep doing that.

- Okay, I was stressed and it made me feel safer, you satisfied now? I’ll wash it and you can have it back.

I tried to roll back over but he grabbed my hip refusing to let me do that.

- You can take everything you want and everything that makes you feel safe.

His smile makes me feel safe.

- What are you wearing today?

Shit, I forgot about the party.

- Is it like… official or can I just wear jeans? - I asked hoping I won’t have to dress up, especially that I didn’t brought any official clothes yet

- Jeans are totally fine, you should be comfortable, that’s it.

- So let me guess what you’re wearing. Hmmmm, let’s think… cargo pants, white T-shirt and your cutte? - I asked like he had any other clothes in the wardrobe

- I was thinking black today - he laughed and hugged me gently

It wasn’t so necessary now, my ribs weren’t so sore and even my wrists felt better, but maybe that’s just an illusion after what I came through lately. Doesn’t matter, it’s okay. I sat up on the bed looking around and thinking what I want to eat.

- Do you want me to braid your hair? - he rested his head on his hand

- You said you don’t know how to do that - I started looking through the clothes I took - I think I need to go to Lodi and get all my stuff now

- We can go tomorrow if you want, I can help you. So what about the braids? - he asked again and I gave him a confused look - I couldn’t sleep yesterday so I watched some tutorials on how to do that.

- Are you kidding me? - we both laughed

- Well, probably it won’t be perfect but I can try if you let me practise on you.

My braids really weren’t perfect, but I still decided to keep them because of how much effort he put in making them. The fact that he spent so much time learning, only because he didn’t come to eat dinner with me like he promised, melted my heart. Such a simple but precious act of engagement, caring about our relation. I spent the rest of the day on doing makeup and deciding what to wear. I knew the party wasn’t anything big, but I still wanted to look good, and more important, I wanted to be liked. Just make a good impression, it’ll be alright. Juice had to leave earlier for a meeting so he offered me to go with him.

- You could help Gemma with some arrangements. Or you can just sit and chill until we’re finished - he said when we were cleaning after lunch

- Yeah, no problem, I’ll find myself something to do - I rested my back on the kitchen counter

- Hey - he stood in front of me, trapping me with his body, hands flat besides my hips - don’t stress so much, people really like you there.

- But there will be a lot of new people, drugs, alcohol and sluts. I just have bad memories about such places - we both laughed

- I promise you there’s nothing to worry about, after the meeting we can leave anytime you want, just tell me if you fell uncomfortable - he put a hand on my cheek and rubbed it gently with his thumb

- Thank you - I rested my forehead on his chest

- Ready to go?

- Yup, let me just grab my purse.

When we arrived at the clubhouse it was surprisingly quiet, especially when guys disappeared behind the chapel doors for their first meeting. I was wandering around looking for Gemma and found her in the kitchen.

- Hi Gem - I said standing at the door

- Hello sweetheart - she turned my way and looked at the man standing next to her - Chucky, that’s y/n.

- Hello young lady - he came closer and I shook his wooden hand

- Don’t ask, I got them from eBay - said Gemma peacefully like that should clarify my concerns

I must’ve still looked shocked, because he said

- The Chinese chopped my fingers off and Gemma didn’t like that - he was dead ass serious and I couldn’t help, just smiled acting like I know what’s going on

- Do you two need help with anything? I’m not sure what to do with myself - I asked to end the silence

- You should get some rest - Chucky said cheerfully and jumped to the other side of the counter to cut some veggies

- Watch your fingers with that knife - I smiled and he looked at me, tapping his wooden hands on the cutting board, apparently to show me how hard they are

- Come on, let’s get a drink - Gemma wrapped her arm around my shoulder and leaded me to the bar

When we sat down I took a moment to look around. All the girls were so quiet, polishing glasses and cleaning tables, only me and Gemma were sitting and not doing anything. I felt bad about that, some eyes looking my way like I did something wrong made it worse.

- Don’t they need help? I can help them - I said seriously but Gemma just smiled

- Love, can you get us some beers? - she looked at the girl on the other side of the bar and she immediately left what she was doing to serve us - don’t worry, it’s their job.

I still felt uncomfortable, but when we started talking I forgot about everything that’s happening around us. I wasn’t sure if Gemma trusts me, or even likes me, but I tried to show her that I don’t have bad intentions, Juice just were in the wrong place at the wrong time, which leaded to him meeting me, but I meant no harm. She told me more about the charter that was going to come here. I was stunned by her directness, not sure if it’s a good thing, maybe she’s trying to check if I can be trusted.

- Guys are trying to move away from the drugs. Our charter don’t really do that, but some of the other ones live off it. Jax wants to move the whole club for more legitimate business, they opened a porn studio, and that money is clean. He wants to help other charters, they’re coming here today to vote on leaving drugs for good. They’re coming from north, that’s why they’ll stay here. There are also going to be some CaraCara girls here, you need to know that some of them are greedy whores and try to mess with people.

- I don’t think I’ll care as long as they don’t hurt me - I cut her off not wanting to hear about drugs, whores and pornstars anymore

- Just keep your eyes open.

After Gemma finished her sentence the door slammed open and it was loud again. I saw Tig coming my way.

- I haven’t seen you for soooooo long - he hugged me picking me up from the stool and placed me on the floor

- Literally two days - I said taking a step back to look at him and Opie

- Sooooo long - he repeated himself laughing

- Jesus, give the girl some peace - Opie laughed looking at me - have you seen Lyla? Is she here already?

- I’m sorry Ope, I don’t really know who she is so she’s probably not here yet.

- Oh sure - he laughed again - she’s my old lady.

- She’s a girl from CaraCara - Tig “whispered”

- Don’t worry, she’s the cool one - said Opie

- Yeah, she’s actually pretty nice - Tig patted my shoulder and came towards the bar

- I’ll tell her to find you when she arrives, I think you two cloud get along pretty well - he said before walking away

I looked around to find Juice but the whole place got crowded in a second. Standing there trying to focus I felt a hand on my waist and then saw Clay.

- Good to see you here, I thought you won’t come - he said with the same mysterious grin

- Why wouldn’t I? - he laughed looking around and left

This man scared the shit out of me. And I finally saw Juice, he was already coming my way so I headed to the bar and waited for him to join me.

- You good? - he laughed sitting next to me

- I met Chucky - I said like that was something to be proud of and he laughed again

God his laugh is so precious.

- He might seem creepy at first but-

- Hey - I cut him of louder than needed - he’s adorable!

He smiled like I just said something really smart and took the bottle some girl just put in front of him.

- You want another beer or something else?

- I’ll take the beer for now - I took the bottle and looked over the girl behind the bar

She definitely wasn’t pleased about what he did, but she took another one from the fridge and handed it to him with a wide smile. It’s definitely a fake smile, but it’s pretty, the guys like it. She looked at me once again, but I didn’t care, looked at Juice again. With his arms resting on the bar, head slightly tilted he was looking at me with his beautiful dark eyes.

- Why are you looking at me like that? - he couldn’t keep a straight face anymore and started laughing

- Cause you look good - I said confidently

We kept the eye contact so long that I felt like it was a staring contest.

- Hello lads - Chibs bursted in between us forcing us to look at him - needing a moment of privacy?

- What’s up? - I asked looking at his funny wide smile

- Lyla was looking for you, I guess she’s not a fan of spending parties with her slutty coworkers - I laughed out loud - she’s on the couch. Come on Juicy, we need to get some chairs for the boys, they’ll be here any minute.

I smiled at them and made my way to the couch. Not sure how I found her, there were a lot of couches, but only one person looked like she could be the sweet girl they all were talking about. She smiled at me when I was getting closer, probably with my bruises, lighter but still visible now, I was easier to recognise. I sat next to her and handed her a beer as I didn’t have enough courage to ask the girls for a different drink.

- Hey! You must be y/n! - she was so cheerful - I’m Lyla, nice to meet you. I’m not a fan of these parties and Opie told me you don’t look like you’d enjoy them either.

- What? - I laughed - I like parties, why would he say that. You know, I’m a little bit uncomfortable here, knowing only a few of them, getting so many stares from all these girls.

She’s that girl too.

- I mean, you know, some of them are not quite fond of me - I tried to get out of the situation the safest way posible, but she just gave me a warm smile

- I understand what you’re talking about. Some of them don’t know any boundaries, and sadly some of the boys like it. Don’t worry I’m not interested in anybody besides Ope - she laughed

She laughed. That’s good, I was scared I offended her. She actually seems like a nice person. I was impressed by how good our conversation went. Mostly when someone says “hey that’s my girlfriend, you’ll like her” and leaves us alone it’s weird and uncomfortable, but Lyla was such a warm person. It felt like we were sitting there for 15 minutes but when I looked at all the bottles we emptied and realised the place actually got really crowded now I realised it was way longer. Juice and Opie approached us moments after.

- Hey, how was it? - Juice asked when Opie and Layla left for a smoke

- She’s actually one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met - I said being totally honest

- I’m glad you found someone to keep you company when we had the meeting.

- Oh wait, so it’s over?

- Yeah - he laughed - looks like you really had a good talk.

- Actually we’re having a coffee date on Monday after my work - I smirked

- Good you chose coffee this time - he looked at the table with all the empty bottles on it and laughed - you want another one?

- Actually I’m done with beers for today, but all the drinks she makes just look dull - I looked at the girl behind the bar who was more interested in they guys near her than actual bartending - I’d like a margarita or maybe just a mojito, but she puts whiskey in literally everything.

- If you want you can just go and make yourself anything you like. I’d help you but I have no clue about that - he smiled and took the half-empty beer out of my hand - and you can get me another one on your way back.

- You want me to go behind the bar and serve myself? That sounds weird - I was thinking about doing it but still resisted

- No one will look weird at you. Most of them drink whiskey so she’s probably used to add it to everything, but trust me, they’d drink a mimosa if you gave them one.

- Oh sure, stop it.

- Come on, don’t be shy babe.

- Oh well, I’ll go, but come and get your own beer - I winked at him and headed to the bar

The girl standing there didn’t saw me at first but she looked at me when I started going through the bottles.

- Oh hi! I’m sorry, I’ll just make myself one and disappear, I don’t want to interrupt you.

Stop being such a people pleaser, these bitches hate you.

- No problem girl, ask if you can’t find something - she smiled and went back to her conversation

Maybe they don’t hate me? I started pouring myself a drink and I looked over at Juice just to see some blonde handing him a beer and sitting right next to him on the couch. Come on. She looked like she was having the time of her life but Juice was rather tensed. Then just tell her to get out. But he didn’t, they were talking and I continued my drink being as slow as I can, I wanted to see what he does. But all he did was give me an apologising stare and continue the chat.

- Hey gorgeous - Chibs pulled me out of my thoughts - can you make me something too?

- Old fashion or whisky sour? - I laughed knowing his Scottish ass only drink beer and whiskey

- I’d drink anything from you darlin’ - his warm smile made me feel better

But I knew he came here to make sure if I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be? He’s just talking with her, no big deal. No big deal. I can’t keep him away from women just because we’re maybe going to be a couple, that’s nothing serious for now. Right at this moment she put a hand on his tigh. Quite high, huh? But he just flicked it off. I smiled to myself and continued making the drink. I looked over once again and saw the girl getting up from the couch. She was laughing like she just heard the best joke ever, but she was definitely hurt by being rejected. Well, shouldn’t have tried bitch. I gave Chibs his glass and he smiled lightly.

- Are you okay?

- Sure I am, why not? - I was pretty pissed, but that’s just a moment and it’ll be fine

- If he ever hurts you just find me and I’ll teach him how to treat a woman - he raised his glass and took a sip - oh, that’s really good.

His eyes went to the bartender and he shook his head, probably to show me that I made him a better drink.

- I appreciate that Chibs, thanks.

- Which one? About respecting women or your good whisky sour? - he winked and walked away

Since I had my drink done I also wanted to go back to Juice, but when I was putting the bottles away I heard someone behind my back.

- Make me a mojito - she said like a demand

I smiled and turned her way just to see it’s the same girl who was just hitting up on Juice. She put her empty glass on the counter and looked me in the eyes. I’ve never seen such a fake smile ever before.

- I mean, I’m not bartending here, but if you ask I can get you one. Or just ask the girl over there, she can make you something - I tried to say it nicely, maybe she didn’t know Juice is not quite single anymore

Is he single? Yeah, fuck that, I’ll worry about it later.

- What’s the big deal?

- Excuse me? - and I was for real, what kind of attitude was that

- I just want you to make me a drink, I don’t think you understood me correctly.

- I understood perfectly, but I’m not a maid, what are you even talking about? - I looked around to find some help but no one close was interested in our conversation - I can make you one, that’s not a problem, just know it’s not my job.

I went to grab a bottle and discretely look under the counter for some rat poison. Jesus Christ y/n. I put some limes in the glass when she grabbed her dirty one and looking me dead in the eyes “by accident” dropped it on the floor. I looked around in shock but not many eyes were on us, people here were probably used to glass shattering sound.

- You’re going to clean it or not? - she said since I was dead silent

Yeah, I’m done now. I rested my elbows on the counter and came closer to her.

- I just wanted to be nice. Which part of “I’m not a maid” didn’t you understand?

- And I just wanted you to make me a drink, that’s what you’re here for, but it seems to hard for you. You think it’s so easy to get a dick here? Work for it.

I was absolutely stunned, I dealed with many types of customers, but she was fucking insane and I wasn’t even working. I was looking for a safe way to end this conversation, but her thinking she had any right to treat me like that made me wild. I took the glass with limes and slowly moved it over the edge. Playing her game I just dropped it without hesitation. I saw Juice smiling at the sound of the glass breaking. She was rather impressed, probably waiting for me to apologise and clean up after her than giving back the same energy. We looked at each other for a second. I saw a prospect coming our way, probably wanted to clean the mess, but Clay held him back. He was watching me closely the whole time. I took a broom and made my way to the other side of the bar, standing right next to the blonde bitch I saw her smile slowly coming back. But I put the broom down near her stool instead of cleaning the glass like she thought I’ll do.

- If I were you I would clean that up before I have to ask the guys for help - I winked at her

The urge to just grab her hair and bring her to the floor was strong, but a few seconds were enough for me to tell that she was rather shocked by my reaction. I took my drink and went to sit next to Juice.

- I don’t like that slut - I said calmly looking at her cleaning the floor

- I don’t like her either - he replied trying to also sound calm - I’m sorry.

- Well, looked like you two were having a good time, but I can’t forbid you doing that - I smiled, honest or not, it was still a cute smile and I knew that - let’s not talk about it, I don’t care.

Rest of the party was quite calm. Well, a lot of gross, funny and scary things happened, that was a crazy night, but stripped girls sleeping on the tables or puke on the floor didn’t bother me. I spent a lot of time with Layla talking about everything and nothing. I spent a lot of time with the guys, they were more relaxed than ever and it was even easier to bond with them. And I spent a lot of time with Juice. Nice time. I wasn’t sure if the stares I got from some girls were the kind of stares I was thinking about, but I didn’t quite care. It’s his choice, but if he let me I’m not letting anyone near him. After a long time I really had a good time during a party, no matter how crazy it was, I felt relaxed and I realised there are people who care about me, even a little. Basically it was just a stupid party, but it made a difference for me.

- You wanna go home? - Juice asked when I rested my head on his shoulder

- I mean, I’m sleepy, but I’d prefer to stay here for the night, you’re drunk - I laughed - and so am I.

- Well, you’ve got some point there.

He stood up and grabbed my hand gently. When we were walking down the hall I could see the blonde bitch staring at me almost the whole time and remembered when Gemma said “They all wish they could be you”. You wish slut. We entered the room and I immediately laid down on the covers.

- Hey - Juice laughed closing the door - come on, change and go to sleep.

- Yeah, give me a minute - I moved to lay on my side facing the other way

He sat on the floor and rested his head on his arms right next to my face.

- Baby - he started quietly - I’m sorry I did that, I know I should tell her to fuck off right away. I just didn’t want to be rude and then she started acting weird, but I told her to go.

- Juice, stop. I can’t make you ignore every woman now. I can’t make you do anything, nothing bad happened.

- But I saw how you were looking at her. And what she did after was fucking ridiculous. I won’t let anybody treat you like that, but you handled it really well, I’m proud of you.

I sit up and pulled him in as I could feel my eyes watering. Hearing that someone was proud of me was a big thing. I changed and went under the covers waiting for him to undress and do the same. After he did I snuggled into his chest immediately.

- You know I want you and only you and that’s why you can make me ignore every woman ever? - he asked brushing his fingers through my hair

- I doesn’t work like that - I whispered

He didn’t reply, just held my chin and kissed me so passionately I wanted to completely melt under his touch. When he broke the kiss he moved back a little to see my face.

- I love you y/n.

Okay, what? That’s early. That’s hard. That’s new. That’s impressive. That’s unexpected.

- Juice, it’s really okay, you don’t have to ensure me about such things, I told you I don’t care about what happened - that’s probably a good response, but I don’t know what to say

- No, I mean it - he laughed loudly

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