#I asked her to hang out yesterday and then she’s goes ‘I believe I can fit it in’

[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts pt. 10 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT9, (other parts in my Masterlist!)

(Fem reader x Chris sturniolo, arguements, mean & suggestive comments about y/n, idk)

A/n: bro the negative tension and uncomfortableness in this part is too real.. y/n eats Evan up at the end yall.

“Good looking too.” My mom raises her eyebrows to me and smirks, “yep.” I awkwardly say before turning back around on my heels and going to walk up the stairs, “wait, I wasn’t finished talking.” My mom spoke, her happy tone faltering slightly. I turn back around and she motions for me to sit on the couch.

I sit down and she sits in the arm chair opposite me, “what?” I ask impatiently, “watch your tone.” She tilts her head and clears her throat before continuing and I look down at my hands, “The Watsons invited us for dinner later.” My head shoots up at her, “you’re talking about the Watsons as in Evan Watson?” My eyes widen.

“Yeah and I said we’d go, for old time sake.” She smiles, completely ignoring the discomfort in my body language and voice. “No.” I scoff before standing up and walking to the stairs, “excuse me? You are coming, they miss seeing you!” My mom tries to convince me. “No!” I repeat, “their son is an asshole who treats girls like shit!” My tone loudens and my mother’s smile drops.

She walks towards me her teeth gritted, “We are going, maybe Evan will be nice.” I scoff and roll my eyes, “I shouldn’t even be letting you do anything nice after you attacked Evans best friend.” My mom hisses, “I’m doing this so you can have a nice future!”

“No, you’re doing this so you can have a good reputation and you want me and Evan to end up together so you’re the mother of the girl who married into the Watson’s family,” I walk closer to her, “I said this yesterday, me and Evan are never going to be together.” I rub either side of my temples.

“Evan probably won’t even be there, since he has friends.” My mom swallows angrily, “he won’t?” I ask again, not truly believing her. “I’ll ask them now,” she pulls out her phone and starts typing.

5 minutes later she smiles, “I just checked with his mother and he’s not gonna be there because he’s got football practice.” She smiles, “you comforted now?” I shrug. “I’m only coming because I don’t think I have another choice.” I walk up the stairs, “put on a pretty dress!” My mother calls up.

We have to leave at 5pm, it’s 4pm right now, I call Chris and he picks up instantly, “you okay?” He asks, “no, I have to go for dinner at.. guess whose house.” I answer, “I don’t know.” He replies confused. “Evans house, apparently he won’t be there but my mom is forcing me to go.” I whine, “what the fuck.” Chris says, “I know, I’ll text or call you if anything goes wrong.” I look through my wardrobe, “yeah do that, promise me you’ll be okay.” Chris spoke softly. “Yeah of course, I gotta get dressed now but I’ll talk to you later?” I ask, “yeah of course, talk to you later ma.” He hangs up.

I put on a purple dress, I look in my mirror, that dress makes you look fat. Evans words rang through my ears, this was the dress I wore to my 16th birthday party, but he made me feel so bad about myself, not a good memory attached to this dress. I rip the dress off and grab a red satin dress that I had, I can’t remember when I got it.

I slip into the dress, it’s a dark red and backless, it goes to just above my knees, I don’t know if it’s too revealing but I’ll pair it with a jacket for my own comfort, I grab a creme jacket and do my hair and place a creme bow in the back. I look down at the blood stained ring on my hand, the blood wouldn’t come off even in the shower.

I shrug and keep it on.

“You look, nice.” My mom says, she’s wearing a black dress that goes just past her knees, she’s wearing black heels too, I’m just in white sneakers. She looks at my choice of footwear and rolls her eyes, “come on.” We walk outside and into the car. At this point it’s 4:57pm and we should get there at 5:15, knowing it’s only a 15 min drive to his house.

We pull into his large driveway, his massive house infront of us, three stories and very victorian style. I don’t even know how we got together in the first place since he was rich as fuck and I was.. managing to get by.

“Brings back old memories huh?” My mom smiles at me, I shrug. The only memory it brings for me is the time he tried to, you know.

We knock at the door and Evans mom, Katherine opens the door, she looks at me and smiles. “Don’t you look so beautiful!” She pulls me in for a hug and I stand rigid. “Thanks.” I whisper. “Evan will be happy to see you.” She replies, I instantly look to my mom who awkwardly looks away and smiles at Katherine.

She leads us into the house and me and my mom follow, “you said he wasn’t gonna be here!” I whisper yell, “there was no other way to get you to come.” She keeps a straight face and doesn’t look at me. “You’re a liar.” I sigh and she ignores me.

We walk into their massive living room, the tall windows and ceiling haven’t changed much. I see his father James walk up to us, he looks at me and then at my mom and quickly back to me, he smirks at me “you have grown up in the past year huh?” He looks me up and down, causing me to wrap my jacket around me further, I shrug.

I sit down on the large couch next to my mom as she talks to Katherine and James, Katherine directs her attention to me, “so.. how’s school?” She asks smiling kindly, Katherine is the only one of the Watsons that has some sort of genuine niceness to her.

“I don’t know..” I mumble, “She’s lying.” A voice comes from behind me, Evan. He sits down next to me and looks at his mom, “she’s a trouble maker now, it’s the boy she hangs out with.” He looks at me smirking, I have felt eyes burning into me the whole time I’ve been sat here, James is staring but not in a normal way, he’s always been kinda pervy.

“Oh? Who’s the boy?” Katherine asks me, “its-” Evan goes to speak but I cut him off, “I can speak for myself, his names Chris.” I glare at Evan before smiling at Katherine. She nods.

A lady walks into the living room, “dinner is ready.” They are so fucking rich they have a chef and a maid. We walk to the dining hall and I sit down next to my mother, Katherine opposite my mother, James at the head of the table and Evan across from me. The maid places the plates in-front of us, it’s steak.

I drown out the conversation between my mom and Katherine, James adding into the conversation too. I feel someone kick my leg under the table, I look up at Evan and he’s grinning, I roll my eyes and continue to move my steak around the plate. “Doesnt y/n look beautiful?” Katherine asks Evan and James, Evan shrugs but James replies, “she’s growing into an attractive young lady, yes.” He smirks at me.

His eyes seem to be not focused on my face but my chest. Evan clears his throat and goes to speak, “so you finally watching your weight or something? Because you haven’t touched the steak.” He spoke to me, an evil smile creeps over his face, I don’t have a reason to watch my weight, Evan is just a dick who likes to make me feel bad about myself.

My mother smiles at him, not even defending me, Katherine nudges his elbow. “That is not how you talk to a woman Evan,” she spoke angrily and looks to me before smiling, “ignore him darling you’re gorgeous.” James obviously agrees with her, creep.

“Do you two talk in school?” My mother asks Evan, pointing between me and him. I shrug, “stop shrugging its rude.” My mom quietly hisses to me, “you could say that.” Evan smirks. My mom looks at me with hope in her eyes, “if you’re talking about threatening me and being rude to me and my boyfriend then yeah I guess we do talk.” I scowl at Evan.

Katherine looks to Evan in confusion, Evans brows knit together and tilts his head glaring at me before turning to his mother, “what does she mean?” She asked him, “she’s lying.” Is all he answers with. “You always accuse me of lying especially after..” Evan clears his throat loudly, cutting me off.

I stand up and lean on the table “Can I use your bathroom?” I ask urgently. Katherine nods, “of course, you remember where it is?” She smiles awkwardly, “yeah.” I say and walk out the dining room. “Sorry about her.” I hear my mom say.

I get in the bathroom and lock the door behind me, looking in the mirror. “Fuck this.” I whisper. I hear a knock on the door, “what?” There’s no reply so I open the door, Evan is standing there looking down at me.

“Fuck you scared me.” I flinch. He chuckles, “I’m sorry about what happened in there, I don’t want to be there just as much as you.” He whispers, leaning in close to me. “I doubt it, it’s your fucking house I never wanted to come back here.” I look down at my feet, feeling intimidated by his light green eyes, staring into my soul.

“So he’s your boyfriend now?” He asks me smirking, I nod uncomfortably and push past him before walking out in the hallway. “Wait.” He says and grabs my arm turning me around to him. “Let go.” I say coldly and he does. “It was kinda badass of you to beat up Michael.” He leans into me again and I lean away. “Yeah I guess.” I awkwardly spoke.

“Your knuckles are cut up huh?” He grabs my hand and his thumb grazes over my knuckles causing me to squint in pain. “Don’t do that.” I stare at him angrily, pulling my hand out of his grip. I turn around to walk away again and he smirks following behind me. “I’ve redecorated my room, wanna see?” He asks me from behind, the obvious grin in his voice.

“Of course!” I sarcastically say, flashing him a fake smile. “Of course not. I don’t want to go to the exact room you tried to attack me in.” I continue walking down the hallway and he grabs my shoulders, stilling my walk. “Maybe I wouldn’t have almost done that to you if you weren’t such a pussy, at that rate you’re gonna be a virgin forever.” He whispered into my ear.

Anger fills my face, who does he think he is? He has no right to say shit like that. “No I won’t.” I laugh, knowing that I’m not a virgin and when he finds out he’s gonna go mad. “Oh yeah?” He asks and I continue walking, him next to me.

“Did you see Chris at lunch?” I ask him, obviously he didn’t because Chris skipped so he could be with me. “No, nobody knew where he was.” He replied, I smirk, “I knew where he was.” I look up at Evan and I point at my chest. He tilts his head, “oh really?” He smirks down at me raising an eyebrow.

How big is this fucking house, I’ve been walking around in circles because Evan keeps fucking distracting me. “Yep he was at my house,” Evans smirk drops, and I grin up at him, “guess what we were doing.” I glare at him, lowering my tone.

His eyebrows furrow, “what?” His voice softens, “it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out, me and Chris in my room, in my bed.. home alone..” I slow my tone at the end of it and I wait for Evan to realise, a smile creeps across my face as his face switches to shock.

“You weren’t.” He whispers, his ego has clearly taken a hit as his face drops. I nod and smirk before walking away back into the dining room, “can we go?” I ask my mom, making her jump as I came up behind her.

“Fine, we’ve finished eating anyway.” she looks at my half eaten steak and at the maid cleaning up the dishes. Evan looks very offended and doesn’t speak. “Have you two sorted your differences?” Katherine asks as we leave the dining room, “something like that.” I look up at her smiling before throwing Evan a snarky look, he just glares at me.

We walk to the door and Katherine hugs us goodbye and this time I actually hug her back.

My mom gets into the car and so do I.

A/n: y/n is actually a girl boss, Evan fuck outta here tryna manipulate her by being flirty. Also James can make his way to the ‘to catch a predator’ set because he’s a perv!

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[strangersteddierthings]

No Regrets - Part Four

Part One🦇 Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six

"Steve! Steve get up!" Robin's voice jolts him awake before she even reaches his cot to shake him.

"Wha?" is all the noise Steve manages to make in his sleep haze. His body is already sat up and swinging his legs off the cot before he even opens his eyes to see Robin.

"We have to go. Now," Robin grabs his wrist and tugs until he stands. She reaches past him to grab his mask from where it must have fallen off the cot while he slept as well as his boots which he barely remembers even untying. He's still wearing his jacket, he realizes. He was really out of it last night it seems.

"What's happening?"

"There's a Storm moving in," Robin says, shoving his mask into his arms before grabbing his elbow to get him walking. He goes without struggle.

"Okay? Can I put my boots on at least?"

"Put the mask on. You can put on your boots in the truck."

He obeys, masking up as she drags him out of the high school and towards one of the box trucks they'd just unloaded yesterday. She manhandles him into the back, climbing in after him. Hopper appears to close the door with just a nod at Robin and him before it shuts and latches.

Robin's flashlight flicks on and she tosses his boots to him.

"What happened?" he asks as he pulls them on.

"Wayne radioed."

He freezes in the middle of lacing up the first boot, his whole body feeling suddenly cold. "What happened?"

"They missed the check in."

"Robin," he hisses as fear climbs his spine.

"That's all we know, Steve," Robin whispers and it's the worst response she could give. Not with what she said but with how she says it. Quietly, gently, like Steve's a spooked animal that might attack at any moment. "It might just be a blown tire, or they ran out of gas. We won't know until we find them, and we have to do that before the Storm gets here."

He doesn't respond, focusing on tying his boots instead. It could be fine. It really could. It wouldn't be the first time a check in was missed due to a blown tire. But all the other times didn't have Dustin onboard, didn't have Eddie and Lucas. Didn't have people he'd lost- but. No? Lost? He's never lost them; he doesn't understand why a horrible grieving feeling washes over him.

Eddie, Dustin and Lucas often go out together to fix up the old Cerebro or to build new ones, just a little bit further than last time. Trying to extend the range little by little. Steve knows Cerebro used to reach Suzie in Utah, but the Storms drop the range so much. Whatever is in the air from the Upside Down has fucked everything in ways no one really could plan for.

"They have to be okay, Robbie," Steve finally whispers. It still echoes around them in the empty of box. "I can't- I can't lose him."

"You won't," Robin says, fierce and so sure. It's not a promise she can actually make, they both know that, but it's Robin saying it, so he's going to believe it.

More silence, the truck bouncing them around not too gently for several minutes before Steve asks, "who is driving?"

"Hop. El's in the passenger seat."

El's not a magical fix-all, but having her along decreases Steve's stress significantly. "Well, fuck, why didn't you lead with that."

Robin clicks her flashlight off, dropping them into complete darkness. "What would be the fun of that?"

-

The truck comes to a sudden stop, judging by how Robin and he are thrown around by it. He hears Robin mutter a quiet 'fuck' before the loading door unlatched with a loud scrape and opens almost violently. No one is waiting them, so Steve must assume El's used her power to free them.

He doesn't like what that implies for what they've found.

Steve scrambles out of the truck and rounds it on the passenger side. El's door is left hanging open. It takes him a few more steps to register the wreckage of another box truck off the road and on its side. One of the doors from the back is torn off, laying several yards away, and random bits of machinery are strewn about. There's a large inward dent almost perfectly centered between the front and back.

"Where are they?" he hears Hopper ask, and that's when Steve realizes he stopped moving because Hopper sounds far away still. He's frozen, staring at the wreckage, the large dent in the side of the truck that tells the story of a hard impact. They didn't crash on accident; something forced them off the road. Judging by the lack of large object, he can only assume it was some Upside Down horror, new or old he doesn't know.

"Steve," Robin comes into his view, getting close enough to prevent him from seeing most of the wrecked truck. "Come on."

He follows her on instinct, because he'd follow her anywhere.

The Storm rumbles above them.

El turned on her heel and began marching in the opposite direction of the wrecked truck. "This way. There is a building. Dustin is there."

Steve doesn't even have a weapon. Robin dragged him directly from bed to the back of the truck and he's still wearing the same clothes he's had on for almost a month now because when you're trying to survive the apocalypse, a change of clothing never feels worth the space it'll take up in your bag.

El leads the way, more soldier than woman and it hurts Steve's heart a bit. Another regret in a long list of them- but less than there used to be?

Steve squeezes his eyes shut and gives his head a shake, trying to clear the thoughts. What is wrong with him? Dustin, Lucas, and Eddie might be in serious trouble and he's, what, imagining regrets he doesn't actually have? Trying to process the grief of something he's never lost?

When he opens his eyes, El is looking at him, head tilted slightly to the side. He cannot see much of her face beyond her eyes because of the mask. She squints at him, as if that will help her see him better before she turns, continues to lead them towards what Steve can see if a barn in the distance.

El pushes the barn door open with her mind, calling out, "Dustin! It is me!"

"Oh fucking- thank fuck," Dustin says before he comes into view. "Is that thing still out there?"

"We didn't see anything," Hopper answers.

"That's a relief to hear," Lucas' voice joins them from somewhere but he doesn't appear in view.

Not being able to see Lucas kicks Steve back into gear. "Where are you?"

Dustin extracts himself from the hug he was sharing with El (since when do they hug so intimately? He's only seen El like this with Mike- but no, wait, Mike and Will have been together for years now and-) "This way. His leg's broken."

"Fuck, just his leg?" Steve asks, following Dustin back in the direction he came from. There they find Lucas, sitting up against the wall. His leg's not visibly broken, it's not jutting out at an odd angle or anything, so that's good. Or, well, better than it could have been.

Dustin says, "Yeah. Oh! Oh, you must've seen the wreck coming up the road. We weren't in the truck when that thing barreled into it. Bathroom break, actually-"

"Wait. Where's Eddie?" Robin interrupts.

"What. He's not with you?" Dustin answers, and Steve feels like he's been doused in ice water suddenly. "He left to head back, get help. He said he'd stay on the road!"

"We didn't see anyone on the road," Hopper says. "El?"

"I am on it," El says, eyes closing.

Steve thinks his heart has stopped. Eddie has to be fine, he has to be. Steve went through so much to make sure he was okay; he changed the goddamn past to resurrect him and- pain shoots through Steve with such a force he audibly grunts in pain and sways sideways, using the barn wall to keep himself upright.

"Steve!" Robin whisper-shouts.

His mind feels foggy, and his vision is blurry when he tries to look towards Robin. He- he- what was he thinking? It's like his thoughts are just gone, ripped from him as if they were water poured over his hands. He could feel them but instead of cupping his hands to catch the water, it's like he can't do anything but make a fist.

What was he just thinking? Where did his thoughts go?

"-feel terrible. I should have made sure he was good to go before dragging him out the door," Robin is saying when Steve's head stops pounding.

He wants to assure her that he's fine, but if he's being honest, he's not sure that he is. He blinks a few times, his vision clearing, before he looks at the group. Hopper is splinting Lucas's break, Robin and Dustin are in conversation off to the side, and El is by the door, unmoving. He shoves off the wall and heads over to her.

She turns her head to look at him. "He is hiding in the wreckage. Go. We will be there once Lucas can be moved."

He doesn't like that she says it quietly, for his ears only. A found party member should be something shared with everyone, so why is she telling only him? "El-"

"Go. I- Just go, Steve. We will be right behind you," El commands, and Steve obeys.

He doesn't start off at a dead sprint, but he gets to one pretty quick. He's thinking of what scenario could have caused Eddie to return to the wrecked truck, rather than the barn or keep going back towards Hawkins but all he can imagine is whatever was big enough to toss the truck off the road trying to do the same to Eddie.

Why didn't they check the truck when they stopped? How had El not known Eddie was- oh, Steve realizes. She wasn't looking for the group. She was looking for Dustin. When had that- since when were they close?

Red lightning streaks across the sky, a dangerous rumble following.

Shit, focus Harrington, Steve thinks as he comes up on the site of the wreck. He blows past their own truck, scrambling down the embankment and the short distance to the truck. "Eddie! Eddie!"

He's not sure what kind of noise Eddie makes but it's enough of a sound for Steve to find him. He's leaning against the side (roof?) of the truck, head lolled forward and kind of curled in on himself. For a moment there Steve's afraid Eddie's dead, but then he hears a wheezing sort-of whine. It propels him forward to drop in front of Eddie.

"Eddie," Steve whispers, hands reaching out to tip Eddie's face up and it's only then that the reality of it all sinks in. He shouldn't have been able to hear Eddie's breathing with a mask, but he sees Eddie doesn't have a mask on. And it wouldn't be the end of the world -they've been in the upside down without masks before- but the Red Storm is lethal. "Eddie, Eddie, where's your mask?"

Eddie blinks open his eyes and squints at him. Steve takes a quick inventory of him. His arms are wrapped around himself, and Steve can see that there's a deep gash on his thigh. Demogorgon claw probably, ripping right through his jeans and into the meat of his leg. When he speaks, it comes out soft and pained. "Who-?"

"Hey, it's me. It's Steve. Where's your mask? I'll go grab it real quick."

"Broke. Lost. Should be 'nother in the truck," Eddie mumbles through his squished cheeks that Steve wasn't even fully aware of cupping. He blinks a few times before his eyes widen and he says, "Dustin, Lucas are they-"

"Fine. They're fine. Hopper, El, and Robin are with them. Just got to splint Lucas' leg and the-" Thunder rumbles dangerously, a deep thing Steve feels in his chest. "Fuck, where are you hurt?"

"Hurt? Hurt, hurt," Eddie repeats a few times like he's puzzling out the words. "My fuckin' leg. Think I twisted my ankle at some point. Stomach," he drops his hands then, so show Steve the three cuts across his torso, too. They aren't nearly as deep at the wound on his thigh, thankfully.

More rumbling. The Storm's here and Eddie's- Eddie's doesn't have- Steve looks around, ignoring for now Eddie's inquisitive noise. He stands quickly and rounds the truck. It's filled with radio bits and bobs but there'll be room for him and Eddie to be out of the toxic rain.

Steve works quickly, throwing everything out of the truck as quickly as possible, sweeping things to one side so he can drag Eddie as far into the back as possible to avoid the rain. He wants, more than anything, to get Eddie to the truck they arrived in, but he knows he won't be able to get Eddie up the embankment alone, not without the risk of falling back down the incline and hurting them both.

As it stands, he has to drag Eddie around the truck and into the box trailer. Eddie's injuries are survivable, but he can't put any pressure on the leg with the gash. He settles Eddie against the back wall laying down. He hadn't thought too much about positioning, so it ends up Eddie's got to lay facing away from the doors in order to not lay on his wounded leg. Steve's shed his jacket, balling it up so Eddie can use it as pillow, then his shirt goes next, used to create a barrier between Eddie's leg wound and the soon to be extra toxic air. It's not great, but it'll help.

"Got nothing for your stomach wounds," Steve laments.

"Let's just zip my jacket and hope that helps," Eddie says, so Steve does. Eddie doesn't even try to fight him off as he zips him in like a child.

Now that Eddie and he are, somewhat, safe from the storm, he starts rooting around for that other mask Eddie said was in the truck. At least, he's hoping he meant this part of the truck and not the cab.

Plink.

Shit, fuck, he throws things around with abandon now, and quickly finds the other mask. It's smashed and cracked, probably from the weight of the whatever was bouncing around back here when the truck left the road.

Fuck.

Plink. Plink plink plinkplinkplink.

The rain falls, and Steve rips his mask off, rushing to Eddie to get it on him. "Here, here, I found the other mask, just lift you head- yeah, okay. Okay. You'll be okay."

Eddie pulls in a deep breath once the mask is secured, and Steve realizes just how shallowly Eddie'd been breathing before. "Fuck. Deep breaths hurt, man."

"Keep doing it anyway," Steve orders, turning his back to Eddie to watch the doorway and to prevent Eddie from being able to see he gave up his mask. He knows Eddie'll try and make him take it back but- but Eddie's injured, and they've no way to patch his wounds, and he's already breathed who knows how much shit air already. Steve knows he's more likely to survive breathing the toxic air left in the wake of the almost black rain falling from the sky than Eddie would be.

"Hey Steve. If this- if I don't-"

"Shut the fuck up, Munson," Steve's words are harsh but his voice comes out choked. "You're gonna be fine." Steve twists just enough to feel around for Eddie's hand, holding it tightly when he finds it.

"But if I'm not-"

"You're going to. You're gonna be fine so- so once you're back to Hawkins, and given clean bills of health, you can say whatever it is then."

"Steve."

Steve draws in a shaky breath that burns his lungs; not from the held back tears but from the storm. He should have ripped a part of his shirt off to use as a filter. It wouldn't- the difference might not have mattered, but his lungs wouldn't burn as much. "You'll be fine. You'll be okay. That's- that's," he stops talking because it hurts.

"... Why won't you say we. Why isn't it we'll be fine."

Steve looks over to where he'd left the broken mask. He can't lie. Eddie knows him too well for that anymore, but saying the truth out loud will hurt them both, and Steve doesn't- if he's going to- No regrets. Steve doesn't want to die with regrets. "I should have asked you out years ago."

Eddie squeezes his hand so hard it hurts. "Steve."

"I couldn't- couldn't be that selfish, I kept telling myself. Said I'd-" Steve stops because the pain makes him want to cough, so he does for a bit before he can continue, "said I'd do it once we ended the apocalypse. But that was- I was just scared. Scared you'd say no. More scared you'd say yes. I'm sorry."

"Steve. Steve, take the mask," Eddie says, and Steve can feel him trying to roll over. Hears him hiss in pain, so Steve moves faster. Lays down next to him, snakes his arms around him to hold him in place as he shoves his nose into Eddie's hair, burrowing in until he feels his nose hit the back Eddie's neck. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath then, breaths in the scent of him.

"I would have made you dinner on our first date. Let you pick a movie-"

"You don't get to do this to me! You don't-"

"-even though I think you have terrible taste in movies-"

"Stop. Stop talking. Don't-"

"-Maybe even raided the arcade for some silly stuffed animal to give you-"

"I don't- I want that. I want that, so stop talking! Stop- b-breath as little as possible!"

"'m sorry. 'm being selfish," Steve says, even as it hurts. Because it might be his regrets he's confessing, but making Eddie listen to things Steve won't be able to give him is selfish. Steve's not the one who will have to live with the knowledge.

His lungs burn. All of his insides kind of feel itchy now. He nuzzles at Eddie and places a kiss where he can reach, even as Eddie sobs in his grasp.

One last chance, Steve. I am sorry.

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#steddie #my fic #time travel au #apocalypse au #butterfly effect au #another part after this I think #the apocalypse hasnt been averted yet so once more unto the breach or something

[m-writes-stories]

The Kansas City Couple Pt 3

A/N: I can't even believe I finished them. The end is a little rushed but I hope you like it.

Warnings: language (when is there not)

Word Count: 1739 (I'm sorry jk I'm not)

Interviewer: I promise we are not trying to bore you with episodes that are only us asking Y/N and Travis questions. So today is going to be us following the couple through a regular training camp day. So we will start at the Kelce household in Kansas City and follow Y/N as she gets ready and goes to the camp. And then we will follow the couple at the actual camp. So here is your favorite couple.

Y/N walked around the house. The house was a mess like normal. “So right now I am just getting as much ready as possible before we leave. Donna, Travis’s mom, should be here soon. She stayed at a hotel last night. She hasn’t been to a training camp day in a couple of years so she is pretty excited. Practice starts at 9:30. It's 7 now. It's a 40 minute drive so I probably should have been getting ready like 20 minutes ago. I’m expecting Travis to call me soon though so y’all can get that on film.” Ring RIng. “It’s travis.”

“Hi baby, what are you doing?” “Oh I am just getting ready to go down for breakfast. Just wanted to say good morning. What time do you plan on getting here?” “I plan to leave here at like 8:15-8:30 so I have time to get a spot and to hopefully see some fans.” “Ok, I love you baby.” “Love you Trav, I see you in like an hour and a half.” (Hangs up)

“So Travis has no idea that his mom is coming today. Which is why she stayed in a hotel, cause it would have been weird if Travis called me and I was trying not to have Donna in the camera.” Y/N walked upstairs to the couple’s shared bedroom. “So right now I’m gonna get dressed, do hair and make up. And just wait for Donna to get here and then we’ll leave. We will head to campus and hopefully be able to see Travis before he has to go out for practice. Then we will watch practice and then eat lunch with Trav. And then watch the second half of practice. And then he is coming home tonight because they don’t have practice tomorrow.” 

Y/N got dressed into her 87 jersey. She got on some black biker shorts, and her signature white cowboy boots. The doorbell rang. Y/N walked downstairs to the front door. She opened the door and there was Donna Kelce in her signature look. Her split jersey. She was gonna wear her regular Travis jersey but she is flying to Philadelphia tomorrow night for Jason’s training camp and didn’t want to pack two jerseys. 

“Hi Y/N,” Donna said. “Hi Donna, how was your flight yesterday?” Y/N responded. “Oh it was good. Does he know?” “No, Travis has no idea. He called me this morning and I told him I would be leaving here at 8:15 so we could see each other. But he doesn’t know I am leaving early so he can see his mom.” “I’m so excited to see him.” “Did you see he brought the mustache back?” “Yeah, I saw that on the Chief’s Instagram.How do you feel about it?” “It’s unique.” They both started laughing. “So you don’t like it,” Donna said. “No,I like it. I was just hoping it would stay in the past. I don’t think we need it to come back every year. But it does make him look hot.” 

The two finished getting ready to go. Y/N packed her backpack full of things Travis said he needed her to bring. The two walked out of the door at 8:05. They estimated that they would get to campus at 8:45. 

Donna and Y/N finally made it to campus at exactly 8:50. In all the time that Donna has gone to training camp she hasn’t been able to see Travis prior to the start of practice. Y/N pulled up to the security guard and showed her badge that could get her into the dorms. Once parked, the two got out of the car and headed into the building. Y/N hadn’t been to see Travis yet. To keep the surprise, she told Pat the night before when she asked for his room number. 

Y/N led Donna to Travis’s room. This would be the first time since the Super Bowl that Travis and Donna are seeing each other. Y/N knocked on the door while Donna hid around the corner. Travis opened the door. He immediately picked Y/N up and hugged her. They kissed each other like they haven’t seen each other in months. They broke away from each other and Travis looked into Y/N’s eyes, sensing she needed to tell him something. “I have a surprise for you, actually two,” Y/N said. “What?” Travis responded. Y/N walked over to the doorway and waved to Donna to come in. “Mama,” Travis yelled. The two embraced in a huge hug. “Oh my gosh. What are you doing here? I thought you were going to Jason’s today,” Travis said. “No, I’m going there on Friday,” Donna said. Travis looked at Y/N. “Wait, what is the other surprise?” he asked. “Ok, it is for the both of you. I’m pregnant!” Travis picked up Y/N and spun her around. “Are you serious right now baby?” he asked her. “100% positive!” Travis finally set Y/N down and they turned to look at Donna. She was crying. Donna walked over to Y/N and embraced her in a hug. “I’m so excited for you two.” Travis hugged his mom next. “Thank you mom.” “I’m gonna head down and get us a spot. I’ll let you two talk for a bit,” Donna said as she gave Travis another hug and walked out of the room.

“I’m so fucking excited right now. When do you find out? How far along are you?” “13 weeks ish. I found out like a month ago. I just didn’t want to tell you then. I haven’t told Pat or Jason yet so you can tell them.” “Oh my god! I’m gonna go tell Pat now. Wait, I'll tell him in a bit. I need some time with you.” Travis led Y/N over to his bed and sat down with her. “Trav no. You need to go get ready, we don't have time for this.” “No, we do. You just told me the best news of my life. I need a second with my wife to celebrate. At least to talk.” “What do we need to talk about that can’t wait until this evening?” “When are you due?” “Oh that is something we need to talk about. Um I’m due on February 14.” “What?” “Yeah, so idk what the plan is if you make it to the super bowl, because I’ll be due 3 days after.” Y/N started to tear up. “Hey it’ll be ok. We will focus on that at a later date.” “Ok, but you really need to get ready. I can’t have Andy yelling at me cause his best receiver is late to practice. So get ready and I’ll see you in a bit.” With that Y/N gave Travis a kiss before heading out of his room and back out the building.

Y/N found Donna almost immediately in the Family Tent. After 15 minutes, all the players came out. Travis found Y/N immediately. He immediately ran over to her and gave her a kiss. Patrick came over soon after that. “I’m so happy for you, Travis just told me,” he said. “Awe, thank you Pat,” Patrick ran off to join the rest of the team. 

Practice was going well other than a small fight between Travis and another teammate. The other player hit Travis’s head a little too late. The players were supposed to avoid hitting heads anyway. Travis threw a couple of punches but nothing severe. 

Practice wasn’t super exciting other than that and ended pretty quickly. Coach Andy Reid decided to call the second half of practice off. He liked to give the players as much time off as possible and decided they didn’t need to practice the second half of the day. Travis walked towards Y/N and Donna. He could immediately tell that Y/N was disappointed. Y/N never liked when Travis got in a little fist fight but she was even more upset because it happened with a) his own player and b) at training camp. As Travis got closer you and Donna walked to the fence (if you don’t know what I am talking about: there is a fence to section off where the field starts. So where the family members and fans can’t cross).  Donna and Travis hugged. Donna told Travis she was proud of him. Then Travis looked at Y/N. “I know, I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so frustrated. But we have been dropping passes like crazy, delaying hits all day. I just got fed up with it,” he said pulling Y/N in for a hug. “I understand that you got frustrated. But Travis you are supposed to be a role model for rookies. You can’t just start throwing punches. Thi us our 11th season. You better than anyone what you can get fined for in a game. Fighting during training camp can cause bad habits.” Travis nodded his head and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll meet you at the car ok?” he asked. “Sounds good. I love you,” Y/N responded. “Love you too baby.”

Travis made it to the car about 30 minutes later. Y/N was in the passenger seat with Donna in the back. Travis got into the driver's seat. “So my favorite ladies, where are we going to lunch?”he asked them. “Hmm, I picked last week. We should let your mom pick. Donna, where should we eat?” Y/N asked. “How about that barbeque place you guys love so much?” Donna said. “Fuck yeah, we can go to joes,” Travis immediately got excited. 

Interviewer: That is all for your favorite NFL couple. Come back soon for the first preseason game of the season. Could’ve kept filming but we would be here all night. 

#m-writes-stories #travis kelce #travis kelce fanfic #travis kelce x reader

[herzgeist-writes]

Captain's Log

A/N: A highly self-indulgent piece. Not sure how I came up with this, but . . damn, I needed this after going through some tough times. Let a girl dream alright? ;-; Hope I still could give you a little smile with this. This is kind of a recap to last year and how I learned to love that silly boy Not really prove read

Content: first person pov of Law 'diary style' - him being lovey dovey for fem!reader in his own way

January, 2023

Noticed a new wanted poster hanging around in the towns and cities we dock at. A woman. I have heard rumors of her, (Y/n), but she looks rather strange. The bounty is quite high though - another worst generation rival perhaps?

February, 2023

Her bounty‘s higher now. Even the poster has a new, more clear picture to it. Strange looking. I wonder what her fighting skills are like.

March, 2023

Finally this pink bastard is down for the count. Breaking up to Zou - will be a long journey ahead.

This crazy woman sabotaged an admiral‘s fleet?! Is she mad? How?? She has to be one of the worst generation! At least I heard that rumor from Nami-ya.

April, 2023

Nico-ya mentioned this (Y/n) is headed towards Zou as well. It worries me even more, that she's supposed to bear a mythical zoan devil fruit. People died because of her singing? Ridiculous.

May, 2023

This is not what I expected. Shortly after meeting my crew, this blasted woman appears right around the corner and instantly disappears again? Bepo brought her back, introducing her to me and explaining her supportive acts. She was down right nerve wrecked as she looked up at me.

I'm an idiot for thinking about how velvet like her hand was

Guess she heard of me. Wouldn't be a surprise, she went pale as snow as she saw me.

June, 2023

I hate her. She's nosy, upright, supportive and . . cute. Those terms shouldn't be in a pirate's resume, at least the cute part. Yes she has excellent control of her devil fruit, true she helped out my crew , but it doesn't mean I'll fully accept her as part of the crew.

I learned about her powers. The Sonar-Sonar fruit. It acts like a submarine or bat I believe, using echo location to discern anything in a large radius. In addition, singing melodies, each having a different use, she can either make people fall asleep or lure them towards her. Her epithet 'Siren' sure makes sense.

That's all I know - but there must be more . .

July, 2023

She's part of the crew now. If I'd refuse her, Bepo would cry 24/7, Shachi and Penguin might as well talk my ears full with bullshit and Ikkaku will most definitely sabotage the Tang's motors. So I didn't have any other choice.

Besides that, it's (Y/n)-ya's birthday - if I wouldn't have taken her in . . yes that leads me to everything above.

Additionally, I learned she turned my age yesterday. She's so . . feeble for that age. So insecure and too nice for this world (besides being bold towards the government?) Why even is she in the piracy scene? How did she come this far?

August, 2023

What the hell is wrong with me? I fell for the oldest trick in the book! She merely asked for my help, saying she had something in her eye, so of course I take a look and she goes ahead and pokes my nose??

Not sure what she said, but I think it was: "You should smile more." What? Who does she think she is? Talking to her Captain like that?

God, I will never get rid of that image and her deep e/c eyes staring back at me. Damn it she was close. Or theoretically I was

September, 2023

Damn it, her scent is everywhere! It's outragous, she steals my clothes, Kikoku and even my hat when I'm not looking! I think I took on her odors now too! It's annoying . .

Not sure why, but the fragrancy reminds me of wildrose and chocolate. Maybe because she eats way too much chocolate, which she stashes somwhere aboard the sub. (Note to self - find her candy stash and eliminate it ASAP)

I can't help but think of her whenever wildroses appear randomly wherever I go. And I see them everywhere as soon as we dock on islands? What dumbass is into wildroses that much? I sure am not! They're nothing but cosmetic to me, nothing of use in real medical sense.

October, 2023

I am most certainly NOT giving in to her charms. She's just being nice and gifted me a yellow hoodie, a polar teddy bear and . . god damn tickets to Sora Con. Is she insane? They cost a shit ton of Berry and she just . .

She accidently grazed my hand as she gave me the plushie. How can it be so soft? Not the teddy I mean. She's warm and silky. And again - this forsaken scent of wildrose.

Speaking of which. I noticed how pink her lips are, almost resembling the petals of . . wildroses.

She's weird.

November, 2023

Something's different. She's not as cheerful and overly smiley as usual. I believe there's a private matter going on.

Whatever, she'll get over it.

December, 2023

She didn't get over it. Her mood is really annoying lately, but she's behaving like a totally different person. She truly isn't well.

So I asked her about her well being. It's nothing to get over quickly, that's for sure. It worries me, seeing her this absentminded. She'll get in trouble if she doesn't concentrate on the battles ahead. Her powers can be truly useful, if not crucial if we stick to my plans (which I highly doubt)

To be fair, I'd rather see her happy than all slumped and grumpy.

She's got a pretty smile

I like her, I must see to her after the raid

I think she's going to be alright

Last page of captain's log / Notes barely readable, for he tried to eliminate 'evidence'

She called me 'snow leopard' the other day. I believe her naive woman thoughts got the better of her, perhaps influenced by all the ‚adorable’minks at Zou. If she calls me that one more time in front of everybody, I swear I'll send her heart to the marines.

Anyway, she asked me what I think what kind of mink she would be? She's a human, why should she be a mink out of the sudden? But I guess I'll humor her tomorrow.

She reminds me of a red panda. It's her hair. As soon as the sun rays hit her, red glows from her strands, resembling the embers of fire. Besides, she behaves like one, silly and throwing paws. Plus they're cute. Kind of like her.

I heard her sing together with Brook at the outpost. Her voice sounds nice. Yet, the way she holds the notes, it reminds me of north blue folklore. Is she actually . .?

She hugged me. It felt strange. But I can't deny it was . . heartwarming? I tucked her into my blue feather coat, in hopes to suffocate her, yet her head just plopped right out front and she looked up at me . . smiling

I'm too young to have a cardiac arrest - still whenever she does this I get premature ventricular contractions.

#one piece #one piece law #fanfiction #fanfic fluff #self indulgent #one piece trafalgar law #first person pov

[azurecrystalz]

[Translation] Scout! Romantic? Date / Love and Hate Quantified Chapter 8

Content Warning: Mentions of a pairing with an ambiguous age gap

A few minutes later

Tatsumi: Now, let's begin the filming once again.

Mayoi: Hiii! I'll be in your care!

Tatsumi: Yes, and I in yours. Anzu-san--I believe--was able to communicate with the producers of "Ai-stars" and get them to switch the pairings.

Tatsumi: Now, the pairings will be "Kazehaya Tatsumi and Ayase Mayoi" as well as "HiMERU and Oukawa Kohaku". Let's all do our best to act as "characters in a dating simulator"~

Mayoi: Even if it's just a little, I'll give it my best...!

Kohaku: Just so you know. Anzu-han is gonna be off to the side somewhere filming with some special equipment. So just act natural and don't be too uptight about the camera being around. That's probably the "correct answer too. If you try acting, it's just gonna feel forced, so you're better off just doing as you normally do. That's how me and Love-han got the "OK" yesterday too, we just talked like normal. I don't really get any of the reasoning behind it, but what the "Producers" say goes I guess.

HiMERU: --If "Ai-stars" is meant to be a dating simulator between men and women, then wouldn't it be more efficient to create a pairing with Anzu-san? HiMERU was also unfamiliar with "men whispering sweet nothings to each other", so he wasn't able to act well without enough information. Though if a pairing with Anzu-san was created, there would at least be a specific way to act. There's multiple examples to follow from existing books and movies.

Kohaku: See, that's what I said, but it turns out Anzu-han isn't comfortable with it. She doesn't like the idea of "Producers" misusing their power against idols or something.

HiMERU: That's the exact premise of "Ai-stars" though.

HiMERU: --Well, forcing people into doing something they don't want to is no good. Idols are oftentimes made to do jobs they don't like with smiles on their faces, and Anzu-san is no idol.

Tatsumi: Yes. Though I must feel grateful since she's doing so much to help us despite this not being her issue ro begin with. Anzu-san is truly a wonderful "Producer". Seeing as we're indebted to her--we as idols should complete this task with all we have. But first, we should spend time together and with our respective pairings since that was the instructions we received first. Best of luck, HiMERU-san.

HiMERU: Haa. Tatsumi hanging around aimlessly is annoying, but HiMERU is bent on completing the job thoroughly.

Tatsumi: Yes. I respect that part of you greatly--I always have.

HiMERU: .........

Tatsumi: Alright, Mayoi-san! Let us begin this fun date! I'm not really familiar with dating, but we should spend time as if we're a married couple[1] having fun in a safe way correct?

Mayoi: A married couple...?! I-it can't be, I'm completely in shock!

Tatsumi: Ah! Please look, there they're selling clothes and accessories that would look wonderful on you Mayoi-san~

Mayoi: Hiii, a cross....?!

Tatsumi: You don't like it?

Mayoi: I don't I doooooon't, hiiii...! I'll melt, I'll melt and be turned into a heap of muuuuud?!

Kohaku: Kokoko~ Those two over there seem pretty chummy don't they? I suppose we'd have to act our part in a chummy scene too, but I'm not too keen with that kinda thing. I meant to ask Love-han about it yesterday since he seemed to know a bunch about that kinda thing, but we got the "OK" while we were distracted talking about other things...I really just don't get it. And so, I'm not really sure what to do. HiMERU-han, maybe you could tell me? HiMERU-han you know I'd help you out in anyway I can right? Do you need to hold hands? Hey, hey?

[Oukawa Kohaku / Relationship: Friend? / Status: Calm / Affinity: 44]

HiMERU: What's with that question mark?!

Kohaku: What are you on about?! Just what is going on with you lately, HiMERU-han? Maybe you should take a break?

HiMERU: --No. HiMERU and Tatsumi are the main focuses of this activity, so we can't possibly leave.

Kohaku: If you say so...

HiMERU: Seeing as you and the others came all the way here, Oukawa, getting this done today needs to be ensured no matter the cost. --So please don't worry, HiMERU is a professional.

Kohaku: Wait, wasn't it because the professionals were rusty that we had to come out here?[2]

[Oukawa Kohaku / ↓↓ Affinity Decreased ↓↓]

HiMERU: (Ggggh! How absurd! This is inconceivable! HiMERU was just talking like he usually does, and yet Oukawa's Affinity keeps doing down! Wait. Actually, why is Oukawa's Affinity so low to begin with? According to HiMERU's calculations it should be at the very least 90!)

Kohaku: Ufufu. Seems like this is really running you through the dirt, HiMERU-han. Kokoko~ Maybe this isn't the best time to say so, but I'm kind of glad because you really don't show when you're having trouble at all, HiMERU-han. You definitely don't show emotions like anger or envy either.

HiMERU: ....Because HiMERU is an idol. The best and the most perfect in the world.

Kohaku: Yeah. Maybe so, but "Crazy:B" aren't really proper idols. Take Niki-han, he's always thinking about food like a kid or animal--and then there's Rinne-han, who's always got something to be pissed at, but he swallows it and calmly puts a plan together. He's like a steam engine that's got a roaring flame in him, and that's what keeps him going. We've only been able to come this far being tugged along by a guy like him.

HiMERU: --Just what are you trying to say, Oukawa?

Kohaku: Basically, our leader Rinne-han would never ignore the fire that's in us. If anything, he'd actually just fuel it even more.

HiMERU: ......

Kohaku: I've always been angry too. At the annoyances of day to day life. At this unfair world. At my family's disturbing business. At the smiles of my parents and sisters, that always felt forced. Everything I hated I wanted to get rid of.

Kohaku: Rinne-han, and "Crazy:B", accepted such an ugly side of me. I was allowed to be angry and to kick and scream like a spoiled brat. All those people that say "don't be an eyesore, don't be shameful" and force our heads down, they're our enemies. Niki-han's taught me a thing or two lately too. We can be more like him and follow our desires more. Yeah, his way of living is the "correct" answer for "Crazy:B". It's part of the reason why Rinne-han loves him so much--and accepts him.

HiMERU: No, Amagi seems to be the hardest on Shiina.

Kohaku: Kokoko~ That just means Rinne-han's not afraid to be himself too, right? He just lives however he wants without a care.

Kohaku: I want to live that way too...though I can't force you to do that, HiMERU-han. I don't even know what type of person you are, what you like or hate. I still don't know a thing about you yet, HiMERU-han.

HiMERU: Oukawa, "I"--

[1]: Yes, Tatsumi does in fact use the word for "married people" here KHFDS Mayoi does so right after as well. [2]: This reads more like Kohaku is muttering this under his breath.

Good fucking bye I hate this story actually

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#enstars #enstars translation #kohaku oukawa #himeru #crazyb #tatsumi kazehaya #mayoi ayase #aurora tls #god fucking dammit akira the conversation between HiMERU and kohaku is so important WHY is the premise so ass i’m going to kms

[staysluttymyfriends97]

And here we have part two

authors notes: Im still working out how I want to format there things so just hang on tight for me. While I work that over in my brain till I’m beating a dead horse. 

Here is part one

And here we have part three

Henry Cavil X Actress!Reader 

Warnings: 18+, a few Fucks are dropped, Tom and Zendaya just being Tom and Zendaya (I love them so much it hurts), Henry just being big dumb .

As I sit in the car on the way to the studio I think of all the ways I can use to get out of this. Maybe if I jump out of the car while the driver slows down I can just roll out. I do my own stunts. I can do that. On the other hand the press might have a field day if they find out I jumped out of a moving vehicle. I can see it now “Marvel actress jumps out of moving car so she didn't have to see the love of her life she literally ran away from”, what a beautiful ring it has to it. Come on Y/N use that big brain of yours, I believe in you. If i was my Marvel charter right now I know I could find a way out of this. Granted I play Tony Stark's Daughter so her level of I don’t give a fuck, hate me if you want and mine are very off. The nudge to my shoulder pulls me out of my thoughts.

 “What's going on in that brain of yours?” Tom ask raising one eyebrow, just to show his true concern. I turn back to the window as I hear him add on,”You have been zoning out all day.” I hear a slap then Tom exclaims in pain. “That right hurt.” I turn back to the couple to see Tom rubbing the back of his head. Zandaya leans over him to put her hand on my leg, giving it a light squeeze. 

“You have been doing great today. Zoning out a good amount of time. No camera noticed i’m sure of it.” She leads back into her spot giving Tom a glare as she goes. 

“I’m assuming this has something to do with you and Henry?” With Tom's question I lead forward to look at Zen asking the question “how does he know?”, she just shrugs her shoulders at me. Tom takes this time, me and her having a full conversation without saying anything to lean back further into the middle seat. He crosses his arms over his chest. “What did you guys really think I didn't know? Her running out of the room yesterday after the email was set out was the final nail in the coffin. I mean come on guys his nickname was Superman. Not even I am the dumb.” I gave Zen a look that said “far point”. 

“Yes, It has to do with him.” I tell him letting out a breath after. Tom didn't stop his rant there. It seems he has a lot of pinned up anger about us thinking he didn't know. “ I mean and that is not even going over the fact that you show up at my mum's house the day after Christmas nonetheless crying your eyes out. And going on the fact I knew you spent Christmas with him and his family. It was really easy to come up with that. Oh and you have the time…” Wack! Another slap to the back of the head from Zendaya. “Could you stop doing that? I'm going to get a brain injury.” He then goes to rubbing the back of his head again. That slap was enough to get me to laugh. “Tom, you are acting like a brain injury. We got it Sherlock  you really cracked the case.” She looks over at me after this. “Everything is going to be fine. I have a plan. Me and you are sharing a room so I will play bodyguard if i have too. Plus I heard he isn’t going to the rehearsal so that is a plus. So the only time he will see you is when the show is live so nothing will happen then.” I give her a small smile. “Funny, my plan was to jump out of the car. Now that I think about it, I could make it look like Tom pushed me.” I finally look at Tom. He doesn't look very amused with my statement. “Oh look who is deflecting with humor.” 

I squint my eyes at him,”Oh you think I was joking.”  Tom gives a dry laugh. Forever being the mom of the group Zendaya leads over to look at me again. “Do you understand the plan?” I roll my eyes at her. “Yes mom, I understand the plan.” This is why she is my best friend. Forever making sure everyone around her is okay. 

The rest of the car ride was easy. Tom and Zendaya kept up small talk  with me. I have a feeling they just didn’t want me zoning out again. I have hit my limit of times I can  black out the people around me for one day. When we get to the studio,  being the good listener I am, I just follow Zendaya. I keep my head down the whole time. I have this overwhelming fear that I'm going to have one of those monuments that happen in movies. You know the one? When you make eye contact with someone and your whole world stops. I was looking forward to being in front of a crowd of people when I would see him for the first time in 6 months. Being in front of the camera was my domain. I could be the girl who didn’t care. And in this case who I needed to be. The girl who was in an interview with her best friends. To the world I was Henry Cavil's best friend. I have been seen on family vacation with him, movie primers and some much more. The outside world never saw us as more than friends. I guess that should have been my big flashing red warning sign. No one ever thought it would be possible that we are more than friends. Why would he think that? Why would he see me in a way no one else did? As a girlfriend, a person to spend the rest of your life with. 

I hear snapping an look to see a hand in front of me, snapping at me. I look up to see no other then Zen. “I love you so much.” I stopped her there,”But?” “You have got to stop shutting down. Your life motto for today is “Fake it till you make it.” You get me? Now, we have rehearsal  lets go.” She gives no time to talk back to her as she walks away. I think that was her master plan. I jog up to her an fall in step.

 “You have a friend with short legs, could you not run away please.” I tell her as I bump my shoulder into hers.  “Baby that wasn’t running.” I roll my eyes at her. As we are about to step the stage Tom comes running up to us. “Where is your phone? I have been calling you.” He starts to us a harsh tone so I walk pass them. I did not need to be around for her to yell at him for scolding her. His funeral. I stand on the stage facing the couches, waiting for further instructions. I look over to Zendaya and Tom to see if she was choking him out yet, to my surprise she is already looking at me. Then Tom turned to look at me as well. Oh I didn't like that. Then I see it. The same look she was giving me last night. I wanted to run. I turn on my hills to make the fastest leave ever seen in history when my body is slammed into someone. A brick wall. I had high hopes it was a brick hall. One that was put in behind me as I was looking at my friends. Luck, however, was not on my side. For the brick wall spoke.

 “Sorry I’m late traffic was a nightmare,” I could feel him looking down at me now ,” Are you alright?” I let out the driest laugh my body has ever summoned. “Am I alright? Yes, Henry I’m perfectly fine.” I said all this while keeping my head down. I could hate him as long as I don't look directly at him.  I step out of his grip. Its funny how I didn’t notice his arms around me till I stepped away.  Part of me, the weaker part, wanted to jump back in his arms and beg him to be my friend again. Tell him how much I have missed him. How much I need him in my life. Thankfully, I remind myself in this moment that I hate him. I have to. “Alright that enough.” I feel Zens hand grab my shoulder. She's pulling me away. Letting go as she places me shoulder to shoulder with Tom. I have no time to speak as the production  assistant steps up to give us the rundown. I have a feeling I have pissed someone in the universe off for the fact I am to be settled in between Tom and Henry. My only saving grace is that it isn't the long couch but individual chairs. As I have been doing all day, I think of something else as she goes over the does and don’t on the interview. I can be strong. I can do this. I also need to not cry because if my make up team has to redo my makeup i think they might kill me. They where not very happy this morning with how puffy my face and under eyes were. I told them I was watching sad movies all night that's why i looked that way.  I don't know if they bought it but it made me feel better. I mean I wasn't fully lying. I was going over the sad movie that was my life. So it felt like the truth.  

“The rehearsal is over .” Zendaya tells me as she grabs my hand to walk us back to our room. Like a cold bucket of water has been thrown at me I hear it. I hear him call my name. “Y/n!” At first he sounded far away. Sure enough he just kept getting closer. “Y/n Y/M/N”, he voice was stern now. Fuck, not my middle name. If I was any weaker I would have dropped to my knees and said yes sir. Instead I stop. Zen doesn’t, so her hand is ripped from mind as her long legs keep moving her forward. “What are you doing?” she whispers at me as she rush back to my side. Then I can feel it. I can feel him just behind me. I can just see it now. Hands in his pockets looking so unsure of himself.  I keep my back to him. if i look in his eyes and it will be over. That movie moment will happen and all the strength I have will be lost. Even if it is already hanging by a thread.  

“What do you want, Henry?” I tell him i try to keep the bite out of my voice but it creeps in. “Well first I want you to turn around. Then I would like to talk to you.” I can tell he was looking right at Zendaya as he said,”Alone.”   “Over your dead body.” Zen said with so much venom I think she was trying to make it happen. “Please” I don't know if he did it on purpose  but he sounded just like I did that night. I let out a breath I feel I have been holding in for 15 minutes. “Fine” not two seconds after the words left my mouth did I feel Zen grab my shoulders and whip my head so we where face to face. “What are you doing?” “I got this. It will be fine step a timer for 15 minutes then come get me.”

 I look around her to find an empty room. Without hearing her say another word I reach my hand back to him. Silently asking him to take my hand, I drag  him with and push him in first. He stumbles a bit but gathers himself. I lean myself against wall next to the door. Still keeping my head down. That it, just don’t look him in the eyes. 

“Please look at me” His voice is soft.

“I wouldn't focus on that part, you have 15 minutes so get to it. What do you want?” I keep my voice as even as i can 

“Fine,”  He takes in a breath,”You ran out so fast that morning you didn't let me explain myself.” 

Oh that was funny. So funny in fact I did laugh. 

“Explain yourself? By saying what? Hey, Y/N let me list all the reasons I don’t love you. Sorry I didn't stick around for that. Also, I have a feeling it would have been a lie anyway.”

“What makes you say that?” 

“I’m not the one trying to plead my case right now. So why don’t you just get on with it.” 

I suddenly find my hands to be the most interesting thing in the room. Pulling at my fingers as I try to think if I really want to hear him out.

“You're nervous. You only play with your hands when you are nervous.”

“No shit, is this why they casted you as Sherlock because nothing gets past you.” 

And this is where my mistake was. I was so proud of my comeback, so proud I looked up to make sure it hit. Oh it hit. I was also hit. There he has. I knew he was going to look sad but I just didn’t know how much it was going to pain my heart to see. His eyes were so blue I think I forgot to breathe. Six months without him hit me. God I missed his eyes. Sometime he didn’t even have to talk to me to, they said it all. 

“There you are.” 

His words could have ripped my heart out. They might as well. 

“Don’t fucking do that.” I hissed at him. 

“I have missed you so much” 

This is when I released he was moving towards me. 

“Don’t fucking do that either.” 

“I did lie.”

This can't happen

“What now you love me? 6 months without me  is all it took? No, that cant be it. .” 

“There is a reason I didn't say it '' he bit out. 

This made me even more upset. He doesn't get to be mad at me. 

“It better be good. It better be the best fucking reason you have ever come up with.” 

Hearing that he takes one step back. Oh I don’t like that either.

“I was scared.”

That was not a good reason. 

“Try harder, give me more than that.” 

“What if I couldn't be good enough for you?.” 

This can’t be happening. That can not be why. 

“What? You can’t tell me you love me because you don’t think you are  good enough for me. ,” my head feels like it is spinning,”that sounds like a cop out Henry.”  That seemed to get to him. With two fast steps he has me pushed up against the wall. He flattens his hands  and levels  himself so we are face to face. 

“It's not a cop out,” his voice was harsh. He shakes his head then goes on, but softer this time. “I was wanted to tell you first. I was going to tell you that you mean the world to me. That when I met you I knew you where suppose to be in my life forever. But you where 20 newly in the business. I wanted you to have your life first . Because once you are with me I will never let you go. That why I said we can’t. But before that you whispered please and I lost all sight of my plan.”

I can’t move. Not just because his body was boxing me in. He gave me to much information. 

“You didn’t say it back because you want to spend the rest of your life with me.” That was the best way I had to sum up the words he just throw out at me. My brain was over loading. He wanted to be with me all this time. But somehow got it in his brain I needed to “Live my life” first. What is happing? “You didn’t tell me that.”

He then rested his forehead on mine.  

“You ran away.” I felt a tear on my face, and it was not my own. 

It was me. I ran. Wait a minute. This whole we wanted to be with each other. I push him back a little. I move my hand up to wipe my thumb across his cheek. 

“Henry that is a lot of information” 

He leads into the palm of my hand. He turns his head ever so slightly to kiss my palm. “Its all true you know.” He give one more kiss then steps back.

“I need a minute to get my brain around what just happened”

He step back in front of me. He grabs me and pulls me in tight. My arms go around his waste. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. I do know he was the first to pull away. I look up at him. I don’t know why I was so scared. He took me by surprise when he leaded down to place a kiss on the top of my head.”Take all the time you need, I meant it when I said I got you.” I looked up at him in question .”I knew you weren’t asleep yet.” He walks to the door but just before he pulls it open. He looks to me one more time. “I love you Y/N, Im not letting you run this time. I will see you latter.” And with that he left. 

Well... What the fuck just happened? 

Authors notes: Tada!!! There you have it part two. I don’t know how I feel about the ended. I had like 3 ideas and this one won. But I don’t know if I like that is won. Anyways I hope you enjoyed it. if you like please like and share with your friends. I want to say a big thank you for the love that you shared for the first  one. There will be a part 3 let me know if you would like to me tagged on that. 

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The Instincts: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: This case takes you to Las Vegas to investigate a kidnapping of a child. This bring back painful memories for Spencer that his mother says it’s all in his imagination. Did he dream it all or was it real? And how can he juggle that and your parents at the same time?

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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"Who speaks to the instincts speaks to the deepest in mankind and finds the readiest response." - Amos Bronson Alcott

You hang up on your mom with a smile. Your job is taking you to Las Vegas, where your parents currently live. They just moved there, so you haven't seen their new house. Maybe this time will be different if you decide to bring Spencer along to meet with them. Your dad is having an attitude like he always does, but he's just being protective of you; there's nothing wrong with that.

Your parents are excited to see you, but they aren't excited to see Spencer. You can't force them to like him, but you can definitely try.

You're the last one on the plane, and when you get on, you see Spencer slouched on the couch with his eyes closed. Poor baby, he's been having nightmares for the past few days. You've woken to him screaming in the middle of the night, and you've had to comfort him back to sleep (when you can). He's been dreaming of a little kid who had been abused and murdered, but he can never save him.

You wish you could make it better for him. The team decided to let him sleep a little longer until you are at cruising altitude. The team needs to discuss this case, and Spencer needs to be awake for this.

"I got this." You kneel on the floor so you're at his level, and you run your hand gently down his cheek. "Sweetheart."

He jumps at your soft voice, and he sees everyone is staring at him. You touch his hand in comfort, and he wipes his eyes with his other hand.

"Sorry, I was dreaming. We found a six-year-old boy who had been abused and stabbed. Your baby was at the crime scene," he says to JJ who raises her eyebrows at him. "I was trying to get him out of there. Sorry."

"It's okay," she responds.

"You know, Reid, if there's a baby in your dreams, that baby's actually you. It's a simple dream analysis."

"I don't believe in dream analysis."

"I don't know. It makes sense. The case we're working on and the case in your dream both involve children. Maybe your subconscious is telling you you want to sit this one out," Hotch speaks up.

"I don't."

"Well, maybe you're just stressed out about going home to Las Vegas. Did you tell your mom you're coming?" Emily asks.

Spencer's bottom lip wobbles, and you take matters into your own hand. He doesn't like talking about her, especially with other people. He's more comfortable if it's you.

"Why don't we talk about the case?" you ask, and he thanks you with his eyes.

"Alright, let's start from the beginning one more time," Hotch chuckles.

"The victim's name is Ethan Hayes. He was five when he was abducted out of his own front yard two weeks ago."

"Where were the parents?" Spencer asks.

"His mom just ran inside to grab her purse. When she came back, he was gone. She wasn't away for more than a minute or two. Police found his body exactly one week later in the desert. He was in a new change of clothes with his nails clipped and his hair was combed."

"That's a lot of remorse."

"There's no sign of sexual assault. The medical report suggests he was smothered. The unsub could see this death as merciful."

"Who's the new boy?" Emily asks JJ about the more recent abduction.

"Michael Bridges. Yesterday, he set out to walk by himself to a friend's house a block away. He never showed up."

"Are we sure these cases are even connected?"

"The unsub called each of the families, but no ransom was demanded. It was more like taunts. He's telling them it's their fault that their child was taken."

"So, we have an unsub who shows remorse and then projects his guilt onto the victims' parents. If we're lucky, we have six more days to find this boy before he's killed."

Hotch wants you and JJ with him to talk to Michael's parents at their home. JJ is better with comforting families since that is part of her job, and you're better suited to find traces of Michael--dead or alive. The rest have gone to the police station to get set up.

Detective Ashby is with Michael's parents, Craig and Amy Bridges. He greets you outside to give you some background information before you go inside. Even from where you are, you can feel their sadness.

"Detective Ashby? I'm Jennifer Jareau. This is Aaron Hotchner and Agent Y/N."

"Thanks for getting here so quickly."

"What can you tell us?"

"We've got an amber alert in effect, and the tip line is being run through the precinct. We've also got Michael's photo on the wire."

"Has the phone company been served with a caller subscription subpoena?" Hotch asks.

"Yeah. We'll get a name and location if he's calling from a landline."

"We'll also run the calls through our analyst at Quantico. She can triangulate cell calls. We need to clear the area of official vehicles. If the unsub happens to drive by, I don't want him to panic if he sees a heavy police presence."

"Okay. I'll clear them out after we make introductions."

"How are we handling it?" JJ asks.

"Separate."

You three walk inside the house after the detective, and you have to pause by the door to gather yourself. You're hit with a wave of grief. You want to cry and never stop, but you have to pull yourself together. This isn't how I'm feeling. I'm not grieving. I'm perfectly fine. You take a deep breath and approach the parents.

"Craig and Amy, these are Agents Jareau, Y/N, and Hotchner from the FBI."

"We just want to say how sorry we are for what you're going through," JJ says, "but we're here to do whatever we can to try and get Michael home."

"I'm going to tell you what I told the police. I don't want to know what happened to that other boy. I just want to hear how you're going to find Michael," Amy sighs sadly.

"We understand," you start, but she cuts you off.

"No, you don't."

"Actually, I do. I feel your pain as if it's my own. I know more than anyone here what you're going through, and we're going to do our best to bring your son home. We just need your help. Was it normal for Michael to walk to a friend's house by himself?"

"What are you saying?" Amy narrows her eyes at you.

"It's just a question," JJ defends you.

"No, it's not. Do you think we had something to do with this?"

"No, I don't, but if this was his routine then someone could have been watching him for a while."

"He'd only done it a couple of times. Amy and I had a fight about it. I thought we were babying him. I don't want him crawling into bed with us anymore, and I thought he should be able to walk to a friend's house by himself, alone. He was really proud of himself the first time he did it."

"Excuse me," Amy whispers and leaves to go upstairs.

"I'm sorry. It's like she can't engage in what's going on. I just need to know what happened to that little boy."

When Ethan was found, there was no bruising around his neck or face, which can only mean the unsub used a pillow to suffocate him. There wasn't a sign of struggle, but Ethan was found to be extremely weak because he was noticeably thin, and both his stomach and intestines were completely empty.

It seems like he was being starved, but the medical examiner tested to see if malnutrition was part of his death. Reports state that the doctor looked for evidence of starvation ketosis by analyzing some vitreous humor, which is the squishy part behind the eyeball, and he couldn't find any ketone bodies there.

That means he was getting his nutrients somehow.

There were no marks to indicate Ethan was hooked to an IV, so you're not sure how he was getting nutrients.

Emily and Rossi visited Ethan's crime scene, the place where authorities found his body. It's not a well-preserved crime scene since the crime scene investigators walked all over the scene as if they didn't care.

So, the unsub suffocates Ethan at another location, prepares the body, takes him to the middle of nowhere, and dumps him. Except there were no traces of the unsub's sweat on Ethan's body, which means that if he carried the body, he would have left traces of sweat on Ethan. Even if the weather was cool, the trek the unsub must have taken would have worked up a sweat.

Did the unsub wrap him in something? There were no fibers on the body, so that theory is debunked. That can only mean the unsub took the time to change Ethan's clothes and groom him before he got there. If he took that much time, then he could have done it at night. However, you have to think of the risk of someone seeing the unsub's vehicle once the body is found.

If that's true, then the unsub might not have parked it by the road. He'd want to park it a distance away from the dump site just in case someone saw the car and decided to come over to see what he was doing. If the unsub can drive into the desert to drop a body, why not go in deeper where he won't be seen?

Maybe he wanted to be able to drive by the body and see it. It could be why he groomed him. It's like he was preparing him for a funeral.

Once Craig hears the story about Ethan, he is heartbroken, but he has a better understanding of what to expect if his son is killed.

"Detective, the funeral for the first victim is tomorrow. Do you feel comfortable asking the family if they'd be willing to open the service up to the public?" Hotch asks.

"Why's that?"

"We feel if they do, there's a good chance the unsub will go."

"I'll go speak to them."

"Craig, we'd like you and your wife to consider being there as well."

"Good. Anything you need."

"You should talk to Amy about it," you suggest. "Even if you think it's best, you should still discuss it. I'm going to check up on her." You leave the two men and head upstairs, passing by JJ on the stairs. "Is she okay?"

"She won't talk to me. Maybe you'll have better luck."

You walk towards her son's room where she is sitting on the bed silently. She has a picture of her son in her hands. She must sense you at the door because he wipes away a few stray tears without looking up.

"When the police asked for a picture of Michael, I couldn't decide what to give them. I didn't know if it was right for him to be smiling."

"Any choice you made is valid."

"My husband doesn't know what to do with himself. He thinks we should be out there looking for him."

"Amy, I know it doesn't seem like it, but you're doing everything you can for him. It's why we're here. We can take some of the weight off your shoulders."

"My husband thinks I blame him." You walk to the bed and sit down on it, and she finally looks up at you with unshed tears in her eyes. "He's right. My son's been taken. I'm completely frozen, and now I'm blaming my husband. I feel like a monster."

"Believe it or not, it's completely normal to feel that way. Your husband loves you, and he knows you're doing your best, even if your best is staying in bed the whole day."

"Have you ever lost a child?"

"No, but I am an empathetic psychic. I feel what you're feeling, so I understand you completely. I will find your son, I promise you."

Amy reaches underneath her son's pillow, and you look at the candy bar in her hand.

"After he'd been taken, I found this when I came into his room. We don't let him eat in bed. I haven't moved it because I don't want him to think he's in trouble for breaking the rules," she cries.

The phone rings downstairs, and her head shoots up quickly. You both make your way downstairs in hopes it's news about her son. Hotch is on the phone with Penelope so she can triangulate the call in case it's the unsub calling.

"Mr. Bridges, let's go back over what we discussed. Just stay positive. I've written down some important phrases--"

"We need to answer the phone," he urges.

The phone keeps ringing, and it won't stop until someone answers it.

"I think Amy should answer it," you say.

"She doesn't want to do this," her husband shakes his head.

"He's right, I don't."

"It's our experience that the parent that's least emotional is best. That fear you're feeling will keep you focused."

"Amy, you'll be great," Hotch encourages. "Just try to humanize Michael at every opportunity. He needs to see him as a person. Try to keep him on the line as long as you possibly can. The more he talks, the more he'll reveal about himself."

Amy takes a deep breath and grabs the phone. Once Hotch gives her the okay, she answers it while on speakerphone so you can all hear.

"Hello?"

"Are you alone?"

You frown as soon as you hear the voice.

"Um, my husband is with me."

"Why are you just sitting at home when you should be out looking for your boy?"

"You're right, we need to do that."

"He's better off with me."

"Thank you for calling us to let us know Michael's alright."

"I never said he was alright."

There's something about this voice that doesn't sit right with you.

"I know. I'm just trusting that he's okay. May I speak with Michael?"

"He doesn't want to talk to you. He knows what a bad mother you are. Your three minutes are up."

The person hangs up the phone, and you bite your lower lip in thought.

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9: The fight

The Great Assembly, gender neutral reader x monster (male naga). Sfw. Tw for violence/blood. Previous Next

You rush to a sitting position, and start scrolling through the messages first. The first few are just updates from Irwin, with attached photos of him hanging out with Elise, and pictures of pretty stuff they’ve seen. There’s a selfie of him with his arm slung around Elise’s massive frame, and they’re both blowing raspberries at the camera. “We’re gonna get there first slowpokes!”

They’re followed by a few others.

“I know connection’s shit out here but let me know you’re ok. If snake guy gives ya trouble I’ll kick his ass!”

“Or well. I’ll tell Elise to kick his ass. She’s warming up to my amazing charms ;)”

“wait. Do snakes have asses? :o Can you check?”

“uknow, scratch that. Don’t look at his hypothetical butt, that’d be weird.”

“But seriously, u good? I’m worrying over here. Everything good w/ me tho. We’re waaaaay ahead of you ;p”

The delivery time shows a pause for a few hours until the messages continue.

“Dude, this is getting scary. Elise says we’ve run into boarbeast territory, somehow. What a fucking coincidink. I hear them howling.”

“hey be careful out there, ya hear? I don’t know where u are but if you’re anywhere near us keep it on the downlow. We ran into some of the others, they’ve had issues too.”

“DUDE ANSWER. We ran into finance, she said she lost her hum partner somewhere in a scuffle?? WHERE ARE YOU.”

“HELLO?? Don’t you fucking dare be dead, I’ll kick you ass!”

“Why aren’t you picking up?? Elise just fought off on of the things, and I ran I lost her she’s fucking gone I’m getting super freaked out ANSWER!!”

The last call was from yesterday.

You immediately discard your sleeping bag, pull on your clothes and boots and step outside.

“Tiny? What are you doing?” Amren asks dully, poking his head out of his tent.

You ignore him and dial Irwin.

The phone rings for a bit.

“Pick up, pick up…” you mutter.

Amren fully exists his tent, sluggish and shuddering against the cold. He looks at you worryingly with his arms crossed.

“Pick up..!” you hiss.

It goes to voicemail.

You snarl at the tone, and pull out your compass.

“We have to get to them,” you inform him. “They were just attacked.”

Amren slithers a bit closer, regaining full awareness at your unease. “Slow down, Tiny. Who were attacked?"

“Irwin and Elise!” you look around, trying to get your bearings. “They got jumped by the boarbeasts, Irwin’s out there alone – can’t believe I just sat and drank coffee while all this was going on!”

You start out northwest, when you suddenly feel Amren’s cold hand locking around your wrist.

“Tiny, hold on-”

“We can’t just sit here,” you pull at his arm.

“We can’t just storm into a fight we know nothing about!” he hisses, and tightens his grip. “You don’t know what you’re running into. If they truly got attacked by boarbeasts none of us will be better off if we storm off-”

“You can’t be serious,” you cut him off.

He glares. “I am very serious.”

You yank your arm out of his grip. “So what, you suggest we just sit here and hope for the best? If there’s any way we can help-”

“You don’t even know where they are!” Amren snarls. “Are you going to storm off in the middle of the night with nothing but a vague northern direction and hope you won’t get mauled? For once in your life, THINK, Tiny.”

You shake your head at him. You are thinking. You are thinking your friend is in trouble, and you need to help him. He begged for your aid and you weren't there. You can't leave him behind. “I can’t believe you. Do you really care that little?”

Amren’s eyes harden. “I’m trying to stop you from going and getting yourself in trouble-”

“You’re being selfish! And I’m going. If you won’t help, get out of my way,” you bark, and start off north.

You feel a very strong tug as Amren once again grips you, though this time locking his hands around both your arms.

“Could you please stop being so stubbornly reckless?” he spits, gripping tighter as you struggle against him.

“What the hell- let me go!”

“No. If your partner got attacked, he’s most likely dead by now anyway, so it doesn't even matter. There’s nothing you can do, so just settle down!”

You stare back at him. How fuckingdare he? How can he say that so callously?

You try and weasel out of his grip for a few seconds, but his hand are locked around your biceps like vices.

You wince, deciding you have to try a different approach.

You use the power he’s keeping you restrained with against him by suddenly jumping into him, shoving him backwards. You miscalculate, however, and end up slamming the back of your head against his jaw. He lets out a hiss of pain, and releases your arms to hold his face.

You stumble forward, somewhat startled by the impact and sudden pain in the back of your skull. You look back.

Amren tries his jaw, and stares at you somewhat surprised. Then his look turns venomous as he bares his teeth at you in anger.

“You know what? Fine! Go ahead. I am sick of babysitting you,” he snarks, and leans back, flicking his tongue. “If you’re so adamant on being insufferable and getting yourself killed, by all means don’t let me stop you!”

You have had it. Enough with his attitude, enough with his uncaring demeanor, enough of him.

You sneer at him, balling your fists. “And I am sick of you acting like a prick for the hell of it, and I am sick of trying to turn that around!” you meet his stare and jab a finger at him as you speak. “Do you know what? If you actually showed some compassion for once in your life, maybe people would stop being oh so insufferable around you? Making friends! What a fucking concept!” you yell, turning on your heel.

You march off in what you hope is the right direction towards Irwin, leaving Amren in your dust.

He stares wordlessly after you.

Anger still bubbles in you chest as you storm through the forest, only armed with your flashlight and a compass. You didn’t even stop to pick up your backpack, but you don’t have time to worry about that right now.

“Northwest, northwest..” you mutter, periodically glancing at the compass and the road ahead of you. You try calling Irwin again a few times, but it always goes to voicemail.

You grit your teeth.

You keep going for a good 20 minutes, but when the adrenaline start to slowly simmer down you realize the situation that you’ve put yourself in. The unknown woodlands loom quietly around you, trees swaying gently in the wind.

You have no idea where you are.

Looking around, the nighttime forest somehow seem a lot more threatening now that you’re alone and somewhat lost. You have had brighter ideas in your life.

Looking at your phone you pull up the navigator to try and check how far you are from where you’d guess Irwin could be if he headed straight north from the lodge. You try not to wince too much at how it’s almost 4am.

You do get an estimate, but come to a stop, however, when you realize something.

Amren has been dragging you off the track for about two whole days. Even if you somehow managed to pinpoint Irwin’s exact location, there’s no way you’d ever reach him to do anything in time if he really got attacked.

The horrifying situation hits you like a brick, and you suddenly feel very silly and frustrated. What the hell were you thinking? That you’d somehow fly into the middle of a dramatic battle like an unsung hero, and that that would magically solve everything?

You stop to gather yourself, leaning against a tree. How could you be this stupid? You breathe hard, considering your options.

Should you call the police?

Should you turn back?

Should you keep going and hope for the best?

Dread settles as you realize how powerless you are in this situation. Worry for your friend's safety and being rendered incapable of action is infuriating. Maybe swallowing your pride and go back to actually come up with a plan, like a certain insufferable snake suggested, is the better option.

That’s when you suddenly hear something rustle in the bushes from somewhere to your right, and you look over there, ready to churn your frustrations outwards.

“Amren, if you’ve come to gloat you can piss right off-”

You cut yourself short.

That's not Amren.

Two pair of vicious red eyes reflect the light from your flashlight, sitting atop a long snout. The maw opens in a snarl, revealing a row of sharp canine teeth alongside two tusks. A mess of black fur covers the horrendous wolf-boar mixed face.

You stare at the boarbeast, and fear settles in your core, sending a nauseating static through your body and gathering as a chill down your spine. Your entire body tenses in a freeze response, clenching the flashlight so tight you feel it might break.

The beast stares at you for a solid minute, before creeping closer, growling.

You involuntarily take a step back, when Amren’s voice rings in your head.

Use speed. Keep it at a distance.

The clarity comes short lived, as the beast suddenly charges.

You scream, and throw yourself behind the tree you were standing at, feeling a tusk barely scraping by your knee. The beast hurls itself to the side, it’s bushy tail waving through the air, and it mercilessly comes at you again, opening it’s maw to bite. You smack it with the flashlight, knocking it’s head to the side, but it rams into you, knocking you backwards on the floor. You land with a grunt on your back, banging your head against the mossy undergrowth.

You register snarling in your dizziness, and push yourself up to stare at the beast. It circles you, growling, and you scramble backwards on the forest floor, trying to get to your feet.

You don’t get the chance, as the beast roars, and springs toward you. You pull your arm up to protect your face, and yelp as it's maw locks around your lower arm and it bites.

The pain shoots through you, and you let out another scream as you start knocking your flashlight into its skull uselessly. You feel its warm pungent breath in you face and the loud snarling filling your ears as its teeth tears through your jacket and pierces through your skin, powerful jaws threatening to crush bone.

The beast suddenly releases you, however, as you spot a shadow slamming into it from the side, and a terrifying howl rakes through the night. The beast crashes down with a squeal, and you quickly scramble backwards in a panic, clutching your injured arm protectively.

You can’t see a thing, but you can hear howls, yips and grunting, and the sound of snapping jaws. You frantically feel around for your flashlight, lost somewhere in the scuffle, and wince when you suddenly hear a loud thud followed by a wet tearing noise and a ferocious snarl.

The squealing boarbeast goes quiet, save for an unpleasant gurgling wheeze.

You heart is hammering in your chest, and blood rushes through your body as you breathe heavily, staring out into the quiet dark.

You hear panting, and something shuffling around. Then you hear footsteps, creeping toward you. Your hand finally grasps the flashlight, and you hurriedly shine it on you savior.

You recognize the furry face that shields her eyes from the light, her muzzle and hands covered in blood.

“Mira..?” you whimper.

“And not a second too soon,” Mira coughs, gritting her teeth as she eyes the now dead boarbeast lying on the forest floor. Blood is slowly pooling out from a fresh deep gash on its neck. It twitches slightly.

She stretches out her furry palm out to you. You just stare at it for a few seconds, and she gently retreats it.

“Fair enough,” she says, and plops down next to you instead, wiping her hands off in the grass. “Is it okay if I put my arm around you? You seem really rattled,” she asks, hovering her arm over your shoulders without touching.

You nod wordlessly, and you feel a comforting warm weight settling around your shoulders as Mira gently leans you into her.

“Are you alright?” she asks softly.

You feel tears sting in your eyes, and you can’t stop them from falling. You’ve had more terrifying experiences in the past 24 hours to last you a lifetime, and here Mira is. The contrast of her gentle concern would be enough to send anyone over the edge. You put your non-injured hand over your mouth to ground yourself as you try to control your erratic breathing.

“It’s okay,” Mira says, squeezing you gently. “Take your time, let it all out.”

It takes a while, but Mira patiently holds you close while you gather yourself. Eventually, you’ve calmed down enough to wipe off the rest of your tears. Mira gives you another squeeze, and releases you. She scoots back to look at you better.

“Goodness, your arm-!” she gasps. “Here, hold on..”

Mira start ruffling around her backpack, and pulls out a bandage and some disinfectant. She immediately gets to work fussing over you, cleaning the wound and wrapping it tightly.

“I’m no doctor, but I think you’re in luck. It doesn't look too deep,” she says reassuringly.

You hiss in pain as she works, the disinfectant burning as it clears out the wound. You’ll take her word for it.

“H-how did you find me?” you ask.

She finishes wrapping your arm, and looks away somewhat sheepishly.

“You, uh. You forgot this,” she reaches back into her backpack, and pulls out the beanie you thought you’d lost.

“My hat?” you gingerly take it out of her paws and put it on. The warmth is comforting. “Well, thanks. Where did you find it?”

“When I was cleaning up after you left,” she replies. “I overheard Mrs. Hansen talking to someone on the phone complaining about boarbeasts, and got worried. So I, uh. Kinda. Tracked you? Using your scent on the beanie?” Mira doesn’t meet your eye. “And when it went immediately east I got kind of suspicious. Why would you go so far off the routes? And with Mr. Backpack out of all people?”

She looks around, looking somewhat on edge.

“Speaking of. Where is he? Shouldn’t he be out here with you? And.. why were you even out alone in the middle of the night? It’s dangerous for a hum to go solo out here.”

You look to the ground. “We, uh. We had a fight. We’ve been having multiple fights, actually,” you laugh forlornly. “But this one was bad. I got word Irwin was attacked, and I wanted to leave immediately to help. Amren tried to stop me. I called him a selfish prick and stormed off. And got attacked,” you snort. “God it sounds so stupid saying it out loud.”

Mira smiles softly, and gently pats your shoulder. “You wanted to help your friend. We don’t always think clearly when in distress.”

“Guess not,” you let out a shuddering sigh.

“It’s a bit weird, though?” Mira notes after a brief pause. “That Mr. Backpack would just drag you all the way off map?”

You frown. “He said it was to avoid the pack of boarbeasts up north. He apparently already knew about them. I already reprimanded him for not warning the others.”

“He hasn’t like – pulled anything, has he?” she asks somewhat nervously.

“What? No. Well. Besides his usual bad attitude, no. He actually defended me at one point.”

Mira eyes you. “This is going to sound kinda harsh but – are you sure he hasn’t thrown you for a loop?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean – if he truly wanted to avoid boarbeasts he did a poor job. They roam north, sure, but they’re worse away from the most frequented paths, like any animal. And letting you storm off on your own just now just doesn’t sit right with me. I don’t know, I just don’t understand the motive, and I certainly don’t trust he has any other interests than his own in mind.”

There’s a pause as Mira let’s her words settle with you. You suppose it is weird he’d go to such lengths to just be an ass.

“Why would he drag you away from everyone else like that? Mrs. Hansen said you were supposed to run into the others as you went through the different routes, keeping the spirits and the friendly competition up. Why isolate you from that?” Mira continues, focusing on your face.

You frown as you think about it. Amren's an insufferable bastard at the best of times, sure, but hasn’t he at least somewhat gained your trust at this point?

But if he knows this place so well, he should have also known it’d be dangerous east. The constant leaving you at disadvantage, keeping you out of the loop of where you’re going?

But then, why would he go out of his way to defend you earlier?

So he could finish you himself, a nasty thought pops into your mind and you shudder.

Mira regards you for a second with sympathetic eyes as you think. She gently squeezes your shoulder.

“Hey, why don’t we get you out of here. I happen to have a functional GPS, and there’s a place a bit from here where we can get picked up. I think you’ll be forgiven if you don’t finish this absolutely ridiculous competition”, she grins softly, trying to lighten the mood.

You nod, tears stinging your eyes again. You don’t know what to think. Anything to get the hell out of this forest.

Mira helps you up, and gently takes your arm as you start walking.

“Thank you,” you say. “Really. Thank you so much.”

“Anytime,” Mira says warmly.

You walk with Mira through the woods for some time, her never taking her arm off you, and you’re grateful for the support and extra warmth she provides in the cold night.

“Did you eventually enter the competition on your own?” you ask to fill the silence as you walk.

“Nah, Mrs. Hansen figured it wouldn’t be fair to send me off on my own," she replies. "So I’ve been doing my own thing around the lodge, until I started looking for you."

“Sounds kinda boring.”

She grins. “It’s been very entertaining tracking you two, though. It got a bit difficult after the muddied path. It looked like a war zone. What the hell happened?”

You smile a bit at the memory. “We got a little too sick of each other.”

“Clearly,” Mira shakes her head.

After walking for a good 15 minutes, you come by a small stream, where Mira excuses herself to go wash the boarbeast blood off her face. While she’s kneeling at the stream, you lean against a tree and look at you phone. Still nothing from Irwin.

You sigh, and try calling him again. It can’t hurt to try.

Your blood freezes to ice when you suddenly hear Irwin’s obnoxious high-spirit signature ringtone, clear as day. You stare at the source of the sound.

It’s coming from Mira.

#colderwriting #monster romance #gender neutral reader #x reader #monster lover #naga #monster x reader

[ladylooch]

Bby I know you’re dying for him so this is your sign to do a Kevin blurb 😌💅🏻

-🍻

You know me so well 😘

“Are you ready?” Kevin whispers into my ear as the arena goes dark. The crowd cheers. I can barely breathe as I shiver against his chest. 

“Yes!” I scream. “Wooooo!” 

Kevin’s hands go to my hips as I bounce up and down. 

“We moved to a place with a view off of 8th avenue.” Kelsea Ballerini sings into her microphone. I close my eyes, practically fainting from excitement at how overwhelmed I am at finally being here to see her in person. The tickets are amazing. We are front and center as she sits in front of the microphone to scream out her healed version of Penthouse. 

“I kissed someone new last night and now I don’t care where you’re sleeping baby!” I yell out, hands in the air as I belt the lyrics that quite literally changed my whole world.

I never thought I would love again; Kelsea, and Kevin Fiala, made me believe.

It all came to a head the night I kissed Kevin for the first time. I was cannon balling back into the dating scene with a professional athlete after a horrible break up with my narcissistic ex. When Kevin’s lips hit mine, I knew exactly what Kelsea was singing about. I didn’t care- about how he ran off with someone else or how he was engaged 6 months after. Or how he was about to have his first baby and live the things we dreamed about with someone else.

Because I had me.

And then I had Kevin too.

I feel Kevin’s lips press to the back of my neck. Then I turn in his arms, tugging his lips down onto me. My tongue shoves into his mouth as the final cords of Penthouse are drowned out by the cheering crowd. My fingerprints press into the back of his neck. His hands slide down into the back pockets of my jeans to hold me tight. We pull apart for air, noses touching. I open my eyes, staring back into his.

He knows what this song means to me. It’s why he surprised me with tickets this morning.

“I wanted you all along.” I murmur, replacing Kelsea’s lyrics with a little twist just for him.

“Love you.” He kisses me again, then turns me back towards the stage so I stop missing the concert I’ve been obsessing about 

Lucky me, either way I turn, I get a show. 

We leave the concert late. I’m floating on cloud nine when Kevin asks if I want a late-night stop at In N Out burger. We take our food to go, stuffing our faces no the beach close to our place, listening to the waves roll in from the inky ocean. 

“Did you have fun tonight, baby?” He asks as he tossed his used burger wrapper into the bag. He moves it from between us, sliding me over the blanket to be in his lap.

“Yeah. Thank you again. You’re so good to me.” I stroke along his stubble then move up to tug at his mustache a bit. “ You know how you could make the night better?”

“I’m not shaving this.” He chuckles. “Me and the boys have a good thing going right now. It’s for the team, baby.” His mustache phase has been infused into the other Europeans on the Kings as well as his friend group back home in Switzerland. 

“No… I was thinking you could use that somewhere tonight.” He cocks his head to the side, huge grin brightening up the dark night. 

“Are you coming around?”

“Maybe…” I murmur against his mouth. The hairs in question twitch against my upper lip, which induces a moan from me as I remember where he tickled me yesterday morning. “Just a little taste though…” I whisper, letting my breath swirl into his mouth. He sighs heavily, gripping my hips as I rock him into an excited state. “Then I’ll have a little taste…” He closes his eyes as I press our lips together again. I watch as his features soften with desire under me. “Then you’ll take me so hard I can’t get out of bed tomorrow.”

“Then I do it all over again?”

“Yeah.” I giggle. “It’s our way.” 

“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” He asks as I pull away, resting my forearms on his shoulders, hands hanging behind him.

“Not nearly enough.”

“Well, I can’t really say it enough. Kinda just gotta show you.”

“Take me home, Kev.” 

He lifts me easily, carrying me back to the car as I take our trash in my hand. The breeze rolls in off the ocean, dancing my stray brown hairs along my face. My soft smile plumps my lips on Kevin’s shoulder. I close my eyes, recognizing for the millionth time, how ridiculously happy I am with him.

I never thought I could be in this place again.

I just hadn’t found my home yet.

#Kevin fiala blurb #Kevin fiala fan fiction #hockey writing #my writing #NHL imagine #NHL blurb

[quil12]

Maybe a little bit of souyo + yandere? Only if you feel comfortable writing that

I have to admit that this was really weird to write - it just goes so against my characterization for them lmao. Although, that's part of the reason why I wanted to do prompts from people - to push me a little outside of my comfort zone on things like this.

I decided to do it more on the subtle side of things.

(Sorry Rise)

Yu stared down at his phone, clutching it so hard that his knuckles were turning white.

He had woken up a few minutes ago to a phone call from Yukiko. Her words were still ringing loudly in his ears.

“Yu-kun, apparently they found another body this morning. I… From what I’ve heard, it was… it was Rise-san.”

There was no way. 

It couldn’t be true.

She wasn’t dead.

Just yesterday he had been talking to her about her dreams for the future and how she wanted to go back to being an Idol. How could the same person who had smiled so warmly at him be dead? She couldn’t be…

How had it even happened?

From the sounds of it, her body had been found in much the same manner as the other murder victims - strung up on a telephone pole.

He swallowed hard. She hadn’t deserved a death like that. No one did.

He took a deep breath, standing up. They had all agreed to go meet at the food court to talk about it. They needed to get to the bottom of this. 

He quickly got ready, then headed to the door, starting the walk toward Junes.

When he arrived, everyone was already there. There was a sort of stunned and uncomfortable silence that had fallen over the group. He sat down at the table in between Chie and Yosuke. 

“So, what exactly happened?” Yu asked, breaking the silence.

“They apparently found her early this morning. It was foggy out last night, so I can only imagine it had something to do with that,” Yukiko said, her gaze turned down at the table.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Chie said, her hands clenched into fists, “She… she was our friend and now she’s just…”

From beside him, Yosuke took a deep breath, “Could it be that because they failed last time, the killer decided to go after her again?”

They had at one point come to the conclusion that once the killer tried to kill someone that they wouldn’t try again, but could that have been wrong? What if he was going back to try and kill everyone that they had saved? 

“That’s a possibility,” Yu said. “Has anyone been into the TV World to see what was going on there?”

“I went earlier with Yosuke. It was hard to tell, but she had definitely been there,” Teddie said, tears in his eyes.

She definitely knew not to go into the TV World by herself. That could only mean that someone had forced her. It had to have been the killer…

“God damn it,” Kanji said, slamming his fist on the table, “How could we just sit back and let this happen? When I find this guy, I’m going to beat the shit out of him for this.”

Yu took a deep breath, “I think from now on, we need to make sure to check in on everyone every night - especially on nights where it’s going to be foggy. I don’t want anything like this happening to anyone else.”

There was a small chorus of agreement from around the table. 

They talked for a while longer, but they weren’t able to figure anything else out about what was going on. There was nothing that they could really do at that point. 

As he was getting up to start heading back home, Yosuke grabbed hold of his arm.

“Hey, Partner, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today. Just to not be…” He trailed off.

A day spent with Yosuke. Despite everything, that sounded kind of nice. It would certainly be a welcome distraction from the guilt that was already spiraling inside his mind.

He nodded, “I’d like that.”

He gave him a soft smile, “What do you want to do?”

“Do you want to just come over. We can hang out in my room.”

“That works.”

At that, the two of them started walking toward the Dojima residence. He was walking a little bit closer to him than he normally would, but, if he was being honest, he enjoyed the closeness. After what had just happened, it was more than welcome.

They got back to the house, going up to his room, and sitting together on the couch. 

Almost as soon as they sat down, Yosuke wrapped an arm around him, hugging him against him. 

That was also really nice.

He closed his eyes, burying his face against his collar bone. He was just grateful for the closeness. It felt safe like this - almost as if nothing bad had happened.

“How are you feeling?” Yosuke asked after a few minutes. 

He took a shaky breath, “I just… It doesn’t feel real. I just talked to her yesterday and…”

There were tears in his eyes. He didn’t want this to be real. He wanted this to all just be a terrible nightmare that he was going to wake up from at any minute.

“Well, at least you don’t have to worry about her hanging off your arm all the time anymore.”

Yu stopped, furrowing his brow. Why had he just said that? That had been a weird thing to say. Yeah, that had made him a little bit uncomfortable sometimes at how forward it was, but it wasn’t anything that he had ever held against her. It was just her way of showing affection. 

Had he said that because he was trying to lighten the mood? There had been something extremely sincere in his voice though.

He pulled away from him, looking up at him, “Yosuke, that’s not funny. Don’t joke about things like that.”

His face immediately paled like he had just realized he had made a huge mistake.

“I… uh, sorry. I just opened my mouth without thinking. Sorry.”

Yu bit his lip. That had been really off. He genuinely didn’t seem the type to take something like this so lightly. Then again, it was possible that he really had just spoken without really thinking about what he had said. 

“Well, think more before you speak next time.”

He winced, “Sorry.”

He was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt on that. Even so, there was something tugging at the back of his mind, telling him that something was off.

He decided not to pull at that thread, instead, just laying his head back onto his chest, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of his heart.

Yosuke brought his hand up, beginning to gently run his fingers through his hair.

Gradually, his eyelids started to become more and more heavy as he fell into unconsciousness, so warm and safe in Yosuke’s arms. 

#souyo #fanfiction

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Can I request a Loki x plus!size reader. Where Loki and the reader get into a big argument and Loki goes to Stark's party and gets drunk the reader gets dressed up and goes to Stark's party to apologize but when she finds him she sees him kissing some blond model Loki notices and tries to tell the reader that she came on to him but she won't listen so she starts hanging out with bucky and Loki is jealous of course he feels like he is dying inside watching them have fun together but the reader and Bucky are just friends Loki plans a romantic dinner and apologizes to the reader and tells her how much she means to him and proposes the reader says yes. "My gosh sorry this is so long"😑

Hi! Thanks for the request! This is just perfect! I love well prepared and long concepts so don't worry if it's too long!

I can explain! | Avenger!Loki x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Loki made a mistake and you saw something out of context, but he can definitely explain what happened, right?

Cw: Angst, some humor, mild heartbreak, jealousy, cussing, verbal fighting, fluff and comfort

Loki and Y/n had been together for a long time now, almost 5 years! Ever since he moved to Midgard or well, Earth, he sparked your attention and he immediately fell in love with you, crazy right? A literal god falling in love with you? You're quite pretty, even if you were in the bigger side of body types but who cares? You got Loki and he never failed you, right?

Right?

"I can't believe you did that Loki!" You yelled at him as you two entered your apartment at the tower "You embarrassed me in front of everyone!"

A few minutes ago, Loki had pulled a stunt of his with your family, it was a family dinner and he had the great idea of "having fun" and "lighting up the mood" by making the roast chicken walk all along the table, scaring your family to death almost giving your grandma a heart attack

"Come on love, it was just some fun!" He tried to humor you

"Fun?! You almost kill granny Betty! Do you know how old is she?!"

He rolled his eyes "Darling, just calm down okay-"

"No! I won't forgive this one! I don't want to see you!" You stormed into your room while he plopped down on the sofa

"Damn it..."

The next day... Or well night-

Loki was getting ready for Tony's party, it was really important and big, lots of people would be there and he wanted you to go

"Honey? Are you going with me?" He asked knocking on your door

"No! Go away!" You yelled

"Fine... I'll miss you..."

With that he left, you stayed in bed, feeling anger bubble in you from yesterday, how dare he just leave? He's supossed to stay here and ask you if you're okay and you'll say yes but you're actually not okay, so he will then keep asking and you'll grow more angry and-

"Fuck it!" You said standing up and throwing on some random clothes, going to the bar and general area where Tony would have his party

You walked through the crowds of people, trying to find Loki, wanting to apologize for your tantrums and to have a great time with him

But why is his tongue down a blonde's throat?

Wait what?!

"LOKI!" You yelled, he ripped the girl off of him but before he could talk you ran away

So much for an apology...

"Honey wait! I can explain!"

"Yeah right! That's what they all say!"

"No really! She came on me! It was her I didn't want her to kiss me! Honey I love you!" He tries to reason but you just kept walking "Damn it!" He had a seidr outburst making the furniture fly away and the stereo break "Shit, sorry!" He teleported away before Tony could yell at him

Days later... Women am I right?

You had been distant from Loki, he had fucked up twice and you were done with it, not quite breaking up with him but almost, just keeping your distance

And on these days, you were getting closer with Bucky, who only wanted to be friends with you, nothing more, but to Loki it seemed like something else, you talking with that metal man was boiling his blood so he planned something mischievous

That night... Damn this is long just kiss already-

Loki of course, couldn't talk to you, you would immediately run off or smack him... And run off

So he sent himself, as a cat... Genius right? Nothing could go wrong with tha-

"Shoo!" You said chasing Lokitty with a water spray, he hissed running away

Okay maybe not as a cat? Maybe a bird?

"Awwwwe, aren't you so cute?" You said as a beautiful green bird came onto your balcony and sat on the railing "So cute..." You said petting it

He knew this would work, so he gave in, but suddenly he was locked in a cage

"Too cute not to keep, I always say that"

"Damnit!" He yelled, now he could not get out "Y/n!" He yelled

You quickly came into the room, the bird was yelling for you?!

"Loki! You damned god!"

"Okay listen before you throw me out, I'm sorry okay? I was trying to just, get to you, forgive me my darling, I just wish to get peace between us, allow me to invite you to a nice dinner tonight, please?"

You thought for a moment, before giving in "Fine... I'll go with you... I guess..." You walked away

"Thank you darling.... Darling?... I'm still locked in here... Y/n!"

After Loki somehow got out of the cage...

He was nervous, this night was too important to ruin, nothing could go wrong tonight

When he saw you though, he felt his knees go weak, your dress hugged your voluptuous figure so nicely, and you looked so well with your hair styles like that

"Darling... You look like a goddess..." He said admiring your beauty "Let's go in..."

The table was situated on a nice view of the city, Tony had gotten you guys this restaurant and the table

"So darling... I want to begin saying that, I am so sorry, first for the dinner with your family and then, the party, that girl, she came on me, kissed me out nowhere, I couldn't react on time..."

You just listened to him, nodding

"And I'm sorry... Will you forgive me darling? You know I'm hooked with you, how you say it here, and I'm so in love with you I couldn't picture myself without you..." He stood up, getting on one knee for you "So that's why..."

"Loki..."

"Please darling let me finish I-"

"No Loki you're stepping on my foot"

He quickly stood up, making the food on the table fall and the wine fall on your dress, he cussed and felt like crying

"Damn it! Nothing ever goes how I planned it!"

"Loki calm down..." You giggled "It's okay... Finish your speech honey..."

He got back on one knee, opening the little box to show you en emerald ring on a gold band, you gasped for air, it was gorgeous

"Loki..."

He double checked to see if he wasn't stepping on you again

"Will you marry me?"

You jumped up, tackling him down, kissing his face "YES YES YES!"

He laughed, while sitting back up, placing the ring on your finger, kissing it afterwards "Thank you darling..."

At the end... He could explain...

#loki imagine #loki marvel #loki odison x reader #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x plus size reader #loki x female reader #loki x you #loki (marvel) #loki of asgard #loki x y/n #avenger loki

[butterflyintochains]

Bubble Playoff Boredom

In which Elias is in Edmonton for the 2020 Bubble playoffs, and his girlfriend is bored out of her mind.

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Elias left yesterday for the return to play in Edmonton. He's been so bored over lockdown without being able to skate or play hockey, so she's glad he can get back to what he does best. Joanna, however, always had something to do. Studying, student union zoom meetings, the odd online chess tournament. They both have just moved into their first home together, a lovely condo roughly in between Rogers Arena and UBC, so have been constantly working on getting the place ship shape for their needs. Now, she's the one left at loose ends. Potentially two months without him, and unable to just hop in the car to visit her friends and family are going to fucking suck. Ever an early bird, Joanna is up at eight, and gets ready for her day. She eats her breakfast, and looks around the condo for anything that needs to be done. She hones in on the bookcase, and decides to rearrange it. Putting her university and non-fiction books on the bottom shelves, all arranged by author, and their novels closer to the top. She keeps the middle shelf for trinkets and pictures, as well as Elias' various hockey mementos. ''Much better.''

That takes her until just before lunch, she didn't know quite how many books she had until now. Next, she makes herself some lunch, and watches something on Netflix. Elias said he'd call her every night, so she has a bunch of time to kill. ''Right, what next?'' She says to herself. Eyeing up her knitting baskets, Joanna sorts through her projects, and places the finished ones in a separate basket. Her needles and crochet hooks are in a box in her desk drawer upstairs. Her unfinished projects are put in another basket, and she sorts her wools out, arranging them neatly into colours and types. She spends the rest of the day getting some of her projects finished, Elias' gloves for winter don't take long, neither do hers. A hat for her friend Jonathan is a quick finish as well, and goes in a special gift bag for him with Chelsea's scarf. Those take her until dinner. She eats, watches some tv, and goes to get ready for bed.

Finally, she gets her facetime with her boyfriend. She almost wants to cry at seeing him again. ''Hi, sweetheart, how are you?'' She asks, relaxing into her pillows. ''Bored senseless, alskling, you?'' Joanna sips her water. ''About the same, what did you do today? Surely there's something you guys can do, right?''

Elias says. ''Well; Brock, Thatch, Quinn, and I got a Mario Kart event going between ourselves. Finished that book you told me to read.'' She gave him her Dark Tower books by Stephen King for the bubble. ''Really? Did you like it?''

Elias nods, earnest as always. ''Yeah, I did. I'll crack open the next one tomorrow after training.'' He asks her, blue eyes sleepy. ''Now, what did you get up to today?''

Joanna says. ''Well, I sorted our bookcase out finally, and got my knitting stuff in order. My desk is a disaster, so that's tomorrow sorted.'' She pauses and sighs. ''I miss having you here, Lias, this place just doesn't feel like home without you.''

Elias sighs as well, running his free hand through his silver blond hair. ''I know, Anna, I know. Believe me, I'm no happier about this than you are. Just, try and sleep for me, okay?''

Joanna nods, swallowing past a tightening in her throat. ''Yeah, you too. I love you.''

Elias says. ''I love you too.'' They hang up, Joanna lies down, and almost forces herself to get some sleep.

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A couple of days pass, and the Canucks have begun their qualifying campaign against Minnesota with a 3-0 loss. Joanna notices the day after that they need some groceries. So, she makes herself a list on her phone. Essential stores are open now, so she'll be fine. Her first time out of the condo since Elias left for Alberta. She grabs her purse, and jumps in her car. She drives down to the store, and heads inside, it is unfairly hot today. The store is all but empty, only staff and a few other shoppers milling about. She swings by the produce section for more fruits and veggies, then grabs some chicken breast and smoked salmon. Next, the dairy aisle for more milk and yoghurt. In the hygiene section, she bumps into her best friend. ''Tessa, oh my God, you are a sight for sore eyes.''

Theresa laughs behind her tiger print mask. ''Bored at home alone, Anna?'' They chat while six feet apart, the two little girls who lived in each other's pockets for two decades. ''God, yeah, with Elias out of town, I'm just counting the days until he's home. Cup or no Cup.''

Theresa says, eyes crinkling with a hidden smile. ''Nate and I had a little wager on, twenty bucks to me if you got bored before qualifying, twenty bucks to him if it happened after. Looks like I won.'' Joanna adds some pads and moisturizer to her cart, along with some of her favourite lip balm. ''Looks like you did.''

Theresa says. ''Anyway, I should get going, I love you, bestie.'' Joanna says, being a touchy person during a pandemic isn't fun. ''Love you too, Tessa.''

Joanna swings by the bakery section for some bread and some of their favourite cookies. Then, she grabs some ice cream. She picks up some cleaning products, and goes to a self checkout.

Once home, she chucks her mask in the laundry, and washes her hands before putting everything away. Then, she finds a knitting pattern for a cute teddy bear, and begins working on it.

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The team go into August 6th having tied the series, and shutout the Wild 3-0, with Elias getting his first ever playoff goal! Joanna watches from home, having to dry her eyes all night. Her boyfriend's first playoff goal, and it was beautiful, and she couldn't see it in person. She quickly readies herself for bed, putting laundry on her to-do list for tomorrow, and jumps on facetime with Elias, who looks radiant. To add to the unfairness, his beard is coming in! Fuck you, Covid. Joanna groans. ''Hey, beautiful, did you see it?'' Elias asks, sounding justly proud of himself.

Joanna laughs, and says. ''Oh, I saw it, darling. I continue to be so proud of you, you know? Here's to many more.'' Elias chuckles, the same way he does when she tells him a joke. ''Your lips to God's ear, alskling.'' He takes a minute to scan her face, he knows her too well by now, when the calm sea hides a tsunami. ''Anna, are you okay? You look like you've been crying.''

Joanna purses her lips. ''Yeah, I'm just happy for you, love, that's all.'' He cocks an eyebrow. ''Anna, please, just tell me. It's okay, Quinn's asleep, it's just us.''

Joanna confesses, because he always knows how to unravel her. ''I'm just... pissed off. You scored, and it was amazing. But, here I am, stuck watching you from home. I pictured you finding me in the stands and blowing me a kiss after your first playoff goal.'' She pauses to collect herself. ''I know it's for safety, and people are dying, but, that's what I pictured.''

Elias sighs, and looks emotional himself. ''I know you did, so did I. Tell you what? That's my celly for my next goal, I'll find a camera, and kiss your rose pendant you gave me.''

Joanna beams at him, what stars aligned to give him to her? ''Sounds good to me.'' They say their goodnights, and hang up.

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That gameday would come against the defending champions - St Louis. Game one of the best of seven. Joanna finishes a deep clean of the house brought about my nerves, but she doesn't miss the start of the game. Bo and Perron score in the first to hold things level at one goal apiece. Early in the second period, however, Elias hammers it to the back of the net, beating out Binnington with grace. He finds a camera close to the net, fishes the rose pendant out from his jersey, and presses a kiss to it for her. Elias mouths to the camera. ''I love you.''

Joanna, barely fighting tears, says. ''I love you too.'' Her phone rings, her dad. ''Hi, daddy, what's up?'' She sniffles.

Her dad asks. ''Was that for you, princess? That celly? Your mom thinks it was.'' Her parents got her the rose necklace for her fifteenth birthday, and she's only ever removed it to give it to Elias before he left for Alberta.

Joanna gleefully says. ''Yeah, dad, it was. I know we're still so young, dad, but he's it for me.'' She watches as Schwartz levels it up again. Her dad chuckles down the line. ''I think so too, princess.'' They talk for a bit, and hang up.

Troy, Bo, and JT lead the team to the win. As Joanna is readying for bed, she gets a text from Elias.

Beloved: Grab your laptop, I have an idea.

She smirks to herself, and replies.

Joanna Rose: Okay. 💓

They facetime each other to sleep that night. Talking about the game, his goal celebration, and the series to come.

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The series trundles along nicely, it's tied by the 18th. Joanna decides to go for an early morning run that day, and showers once she's home. Things are a bit more bearable now that they have the routines down, but coming home to an empty condo is still depressing. Her younger siblings are locked down with her parents at the manor, her older siblings have their partners. Her friends are all living with their partners by now too. She finishes eating breakfast, and works on her teddy bear again. All it needs now is the finishing touches. She sews on some buttons for eyes and a nose, and knits a little bowtie from soft pink wool. Her niece's knitted duck plushie was a hit, Rose never sleeps without it according to Edward and Cassandra. But, this one will be staying here. She may be 21, but she is terribly touch starved.

After lunch, she plays some chess online against some other players, her elo is up to 1200 now, it was a bit higher when she was competing as a teenager. She was even competing against the boys, and winning most of her matches. None of her boys have ever beaten her, and only Elias came close, mostly because he kissed her mid-move to confuse her. And, there it is again, that ache in her heart. That ache that feels so good but so bad all at once. She breathes it in, and lets it go on the exhale, he'll be home soon enough, Cup or no Cup.

After dinner, she fills up the bird feeders she's hung on their balcony. Loading them with seeds, nuts, and dried berries for the little songbirds that come around here. She also fills the hummingbird feeder with fructose water. Joanna heads inside to fetch her book, and reads the evening away.

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The Canucks take a 5-2 series lead over the Blues with a beautiful 4-3 win on the 19th. And, win the series two days later in a beatdown 6-2 game, knocking the defending champions out. Now, they face Vegas. The day before that series begins, Joanna comes onto her period. Always later in the month, so she runs to the store to stock up. Something she could usually ask Elias to do, but he's not here. Her back is killing her by the time she gets home. So, after washing up and binning her mask, she crashes on the couch with some cookies, tea, and Downton Abbey - always a comfort show for her. Life must have been similar for her family back then, an old money family needing to adapt to an evolving world. She's always wondered what her great-grandparents and their parents must have been experiencing. But, she'd say they've adapted pretty well.

She has her laptop facetime in bed with Elias that night. He looks so excited to have won the St Louis series, and a bit tired from training today as well. ''How are you guys holding up?'' She asks him.

Elias yawns. ''I think we're okay, Rouss has been getting extra physio, so has Motter. but, We're doing good, so far. How are you? It'll be that time of the month, won't it?''

Joanna smiles, placing a hand on her lower abdomen to calm a cramp down. ''Yeah, it started literally today.''

Elias tells her. ''The boys miss you too, Quinn and Brock especially.'' Joanna sniffles, hoping it's just her hormones acting up. ''I miss them too, it's so weird not having the gang together.''

Elias hums. ''I know, and we won't be able to have them over until at least next year too, with the way things are looking.'' Joanna gives her boyfriend a tired smile. ''At least we'll be back together.'' Elias nods, and yawns again. ''At least there's that, yeah. I love you, I'll see you soon.''

Joanna says, resting her head. ''I love you too, see you soon.'' They fall asleep on facetime again.

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UBC sends Joanna some materials for junior year of her degree the day after the Canucks get shutout 5-0 by Vegas. The files get saved to her laptop, and the books go on the lower shelves of their bookcase. Still no real news on how semester is going to work yet, the dean and the board are working closely with the provincial government to evaluate things, and should be issuing an email to the student body in a couple of days. She's just fine to study from home, it's union meetings she's worried about. Online meetings sometimes give people excuses not to attend. The orcas right the ship the following day, winning 5-2 with yet another goal from Elias. The next day, Joanna is up early for some yoga before breakfast, and heads out to the store quickly. She spends the afternoon reading over her course materials, classes will be online until after christmas it appears.

Joanna watches some tennis highlights while she makes herself some spaghetti for dinner. Tennis is also back behind closed doors, and the sound of it is amazing, the ball is so much louder with the empty stadium. She's played to very few people on various ocassions, mostly in high school, and the sound is so familiar. She eats while watching tennis, and goes to bed at ten like she always does. She and Elias fall asleep together over zoom again, not knowing when they'll be back in the same bed together.

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Vegas win two in a row to take the series lead over the coming days, Marc-Andre Fleury standing on his head in game four. Joanna spends the day of the 31st of August baking, muffins and cookies are in the oven, and she tidies up after setting a timer. There should be enough there for at least a week. She also goes over some notes for a Student Union meeting for the 9th of September, their first of the new year.

While she's cleaning up the living room, the timer dings, and she takes her muffins and cookies out of the oven to cool off. Everything is baked all the way through. She gets a call from her friend Genevieve. ''Hi, Genna, how are you?''

Genevieve says. ''Hi, Anna. I'm good, Natalia is bored out of her mind, we both are. She misses her soccer, and I miss my lacrosse. How are you, it's been what? Three weeks since Elias left?'' Joanna smiles sadly, her heart aching at hearing about her friends having each other through this. Genna and Nat are a sports couple UBC relies on for results. ''Yeah, it's been rough. This condo just doesn't feel like home without him, can I confess something to you?''

Genevieve says. ''Always, go ahead.''

Joanna fiddles with he hem of her dress. ''I don't care about that Cup, I just want my boyfriend home however he gets here.'' Genevieve says, an athlete herself. ''I know, I've felt that for you, girlie, his place is with you, Cup or no Cup.''

Her boys fight like orcas should the following day. Beating Vegas 2-1 with goals from both Brock and Elias. Then, do it all over again to level the series a dominant 4-0 shutout from Thatcher with the offense firing on all cylinders.

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It's the following day, while she's cracking on with the first load of coursework for junior year, that the news reaches her that the boys will need to isolate for ten days upon return home whenever that is. She rolls her eyes, and accepts the news, it's for the best. At least Elias will be back in BC. They'll also need to return two negative Covid tests. She'll need to return one for Elias to return home. She takes her deep breath again, and gets back on with her work. She'd love to see her boyfriend lift that cup, she knows better than anyone does how much that weighs on this city. How 1994 and 2011 plague this team. But, the selfish part of her just wants him home now. Road trips are bearable, but this has been uniquely painful.

Joanna stops for a lunch hour, which she takes on the balcony, and goes to get back on with her work until four pm. She makes herself a small fish curry, something her friend on the union, Rajeev, turned her on to ages ago. It's since become one of her favourite dinners, she's tweaked his recipe to add salmon instead of haddock.

That night, in bed, she jumps on zoom as usual, and gets cozy. Elias looks just exhausted from it all, she's pretty tired herself right now. ''Hi, sweetheart, how are you holding up?'' She asks him.

Elias slowly blinks a few times, like a cat would, if only to keep himself awake. ''Hanging in there, how are you doing, beautiful?'' Joanna yawns, twirling the end of her braid around her finger. ''Getting back to university work, but looking forward to having you home.''

Elias also yawns, running a hand through his hair. ''I'm looking forward to being home, Quinn's a great room-mate, wouldn't trade him for anyone. But, that is our bed you're sleeping alone in, know what I mean?'' Joanna nods, putting her head down, she knows exactly what he means. ''Yeah, I do.'' The conversation trails off from there, until both fall into sleep together.

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Game seven is a washout, the Canucks are eliminated 3-0 in a shutout from Robin Lehner. Ending their run in the second round, a good showing all things considered, and no one in the bubble got sick, which is nothing short of a miracle. So, the Canucks must clear out the following day, and fly home to BC. Then, the ten day isolation begins. Joanna receives a text from Elias on day five of BC isolation while she's working.

Beloved: Took my test today, all clear!

She smiles, clicking her pen a few times, and replies.

Joanna Rose: Great! Do you know when I should take my test?

He must be texting management, because his answer takes a few moments to come through.

Beloved: Day nine, same as us.

She nods, and makes a note on a pink post-it.

Joanna Rose: Cool, I guess I'll see you soon! 🌹

He replies quickly.

Beloved: See you soon! 💙

Five more days! Five! And, she can have her boyfriend back from hockey for a while. Still no news on next season, by rights it should start in october, next month, but she can't see that happening.

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Day nine comes, and she takes her Covid test after dinner. The sting in her nose and throat is the most uncomfortable thing she's probably ever felt. This must be what taking a pregnancy test feels like, she thinks as she washes her hands. The test is done, and thankfully negative. She bins it, and texts Elias.

Joanna Rose: Took my test, negative!

Elias texts her back.

Beloved: Also negative!

She's so excited to hear that news, one more day then.

Joanna Rose: When are you being released?

Elias takes a moment to answer her this time, probably just checking with Benning.

Beloved: Tomorrow evening, just after dinner.

That's gonna be an agonizingly long day. She replies.

Joanna Rose: Cool, I'll be up. See you tomorrow!

He replies, seeming excited too.

Beloved: See you tomorrow!

Finally, she's getting him back, these past few weeks have sucked being here in their home without him.

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She's up early to tidy the condo the next day, there isn't much to do, but she wants the place to look neat for Elias returning home. Once that's done, which takes her through a lunch break, she gets on with some homework while listening to some music. That takes her until dinner, the hours feeling like years all of a sudden. She eats a quick bowl of pasta with some fruit juice, then, she waits. Half-watching something on Netflix until she hears the familiar sound of a car outside, and footsteps on the stairs. The door clicks open and closed, Joanna springs up, and bolts through to the foyer to greet him. Elias laughs behind his team mask, and says. ''Hang on, I just need to wash up.''

He washes his hands, and chucks his mask in the laundry. Then, at long last, he can sweep her into his arms for real. He holds her close, and breathes her in, he's home, at long last, he's home. Joanna also inhales his scent, savouring the feel of him in her arms again. Her friends can never understand how this feels, her family can't either. This feeling is all theirs. ''I've missed you so fucking much, alskling.'' Elias says.

Joanna sniffles, overcome by it all. ''I've missed you too, darling.'' Finally, they kiss, brought back together after far too long apart. This is the best feeling on earth, it must be.

Joanna gets the kettle on, and makes them tea with her cookies. And, finally back together in their home, they talk late into the night like they always do.

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Reinventing the Wheel - Ch 9: Commune

Author: timespaceandfilm

Fic Rating: E - this fic gets NSFW in later chapters, 18+ only

Chapter Rating: M

Pairing: Sebastian x Female Farmer

Chapter Word Count: 4.5k

Chapter Warnings: Just an unpleasant interaction

Chapter Summary: Charlie has a few magical experiences.

Blurb:

“If things go to plan I should have chickens by the end of next week.” My hands continue to play with my sleeves. A few brain bots wonder if this is a boring topic of conversation for him.

“Sounds like you're making good progress.” Seb scratches the back of his neck. 

Another moment of silence. The awkwardness hangs like smoke in the air. My brain bots rush to come up with something, anything to talk about. We're saved from the moment as Seb's phone goes off in his pocket.

He lets out a long sigh as he looks at it. “It's Sam. He's asking to hang out.” Seb rolls his eyes.

“And you're not up for it?”

“Not really. I'm still recovering from all the peopling I did yesterday. Plus he knows I've got a project due tomorrow.” He types out a reply.

A few brain bots twitch. If that's the case should I leave? Before I can ask there's a knock at his door. Seb doesn't have a chance to respond before Robin appears in the doorway.

“Sebby, Abigail called. She said you weren't answering her texts. She wants to come over.”

I don't miss the glimmer of mischief in her eyes as she looks at us.

“Did you tell her I'm working?” Seb closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I did but she said she'd probably stop by anyway. Sorry hun.” Robin gives him a sympathetic look. “Charlie I've got everything sorted whenever you're ready darlin.”

I nod, my focus now on Seb who's taking deep breaths. “I'll be up in a moment.”

“Take your time.” The door closes.

“Un. Fucking. Believable.” Seb growls. He gets up and begins pacing around the room.

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feelings | 19

Flashback to part 17, but Jungkook’s side

Jungkook opens the door for Hyejin, they enter Silver Spoon together. An ice cream shop across from Magic Shop.

“You and Yn really eat ice cream for breakfast?” Hyejin asks Jungkook, wrapping her arms around herself as she was a little cold. Jungkook told her about how you and him prefer ice cream during colder weathers and are firm believers that ice cream is for any time of day. Hyejin thought it was nonsense and Jungkook decided to bring her here to prove her wrong.

“Yup,” he says excitedly, walking up to the front. 

“What do you guys usually get?” She asks him, looking at the different choices of ice cream to choose from. 

“We usually share a banana split,” Jungkook says. He then turns to her, “but we should get sundaes today. Perfect for a Sunday morning.” Hyejin laughs at him. 

“Okay, yeah, I’ll take that.”

-

The two of them are now seated at a booth by the window. Where you can see the inside of Magic Shop perfectly as the windows are parallel from each other. 

“Not gonna lie, this is actually really good,” Hyejin says, putting a spoonful of vanilla ice cream in her mouth. She shivers right after, putting the spoon back into the cup. 

Jungkook laughs at her, also noticing ice cream on the top of her lip. Giving her a white stache. 

“I told you you’d enjoy it,” he says, reaching over to wipe her top lip with his thumb. 

“Oh, thanks,” she says, going for another spoonful. Jungkook couldn’t help but shake his head.

“You know what, I’m going to get you some napkins,” he says, getting up from his seat. 

-

“So you know how yesterday while we had coffee, you said you didn’t want to do the fake date thing for too long,” Hyejin says, wiping her mouth clean as she had already finished her sundae. Jungkook swirls the ice cream in his cup with his spoon. It was beginning to turn into melted ice cream soup. 

“Yeah,” Jungkook says. At first he thought the idea was okay. The boys seemed confident that you would react in a way that would benefit him so he decided to give it a try. In hopes that in the end of it, you’d be his. 

But your reaction seemed like you were just… normal. Or if anything just surprised. It didn’t seem like a confession would be happening any time soon or even at all.

With the time Jungkook and Hyejin spent yesterday, it was more of them realizing that they liked similar things and got along well. Jungkook also talked a lot about you during their time together and Hyejin gave him some advice from a girl’s perspective. 

They also thought that it would be funny to trick the guys into thinking their plan backfired so that they don’t butt into his potential relationship anymore. 

It was pretty easy. First of all, the posts Jungkook and Hyejin were posting kind of made them suspicious because they weren’t expecting them two to be hanging out and actually having a good time. 

Jungkook and Hyejin think what sold them was their direct conversation in their group chat and calling their next hangout a ‘date’. After that, they didn’t have to do anything else but hang out.

“Do you think Yn fell for it?” Hyejin asks, making Jungkook look up. “I know she didn’t really react much when Taehyung texted her through your phone but like… with the pictures on Twitter. What did she think of that?”

Jungkook looks to the side and looks back at her whilst shrugging.

“She didn’t say anything. I mean it honestly just looked like we hung out.”

“But Taehyung texted her it was a date, no?” she says. “And my friends also thought I was seeing you so I had to tell them we were just friends.” 

“Oh. Well I guess she might think so then.. But don’t worry, I’ll tell her it’s all fake.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want her to hate me. I kinda want to be friends with her too,” Hyejin says. “You talk so much about her, I feel like I know her already and she sounds great.”

“She really is,” Jungkook says with a shy smile.

“I really hope it goes well for you two,” she says. “When are you going to tell the boys we’re just messing with them and you don’t want to do the fake date thing?”

Jungkook shrugs again. “Maybe later? I don’t know, whenever I can. I’m not really sure if they really believe us, we barely did anything.”

“Trust me, all boys are either gullible, oblivious, or both,” she says. Hyejin was fully aware that you liked him and saw how many times the boys slipped up about it and he didn’t notice. It took everything in her to not tell him, “SHE LIKES YOU TOO, JUST GO TALK TO HER.” 

She doesn’t know you personally, so she doesn’t feel like it’s in her place to confess for you.

-

After a while of talking, Jungkook eventually finished his ice cream and the two left to visit other places in the area.

They were just leaving a store nearby after an unsuccessful shopping time.

“You know, if you’re lactose intolerant, why would you agree to get ice cream with me,” Jungkook asks Hyejin, a smile on his face as he opens the door for her. Hyejin had a little moment while they were shopping because her stomach decided to fight with her. 

She walks ahead of him, saying, “I told you I’m not, my stomach just hates me sometimes when I eat something with dairy.”

“That’s called lactose intolerance.” Jungkook argues.

“I can eat any dairy products, it doesn’t act up everyti– aH!” A gush of wind blew their direction, blowing her hair everywhere. “Something just went in my eye!” She yells, turning around quickly. Jungkook bends down slightly, brushing her hair out of her face by holding them down with both hands on her cheeks. He leans in and blows into her eye, trying to get whatever went in there, out.

“You’re literally putting more bacteria in my eye,” Hyejin replies, her eye twitching.

*HONK*

The two jump, surprised by the loud sound. They turn around and see a car stopped right in front of Magic Shop.

“Is that Taehyung?” Jungkook says. 

“I literally cannot see anything,” She says, rubbing her eye. Jungkook turns back to her.

“You wanna go wash it out? You know where the restroom is,” he says, teasing her.

“I’ll survive,” she says, pulling him in the opposite direction. “I don’t think I can step into that store ever again.”

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feelings

๑ part nineteen: sunday morning ๑

pairings: jungkook x reader

a/n: I FEEL LIKE THIS IS CONFUSING I WILL TRY TO MAKE IT MAKE MORE SENSE IN COMING CHAPTERS AKODJFISJFOKFOJF

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Yes, Mr. President || The True Story

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story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.

Read previous chapters of this fic here!

contains: discussion of terrorism, guns, hostages and bombs

wordcount: 2.4k

“She just released six hostages,” the CIA director, Sally Langston, explains to President Hotchner. “SSA Beene is on the ground coordinating the FBI response, and he has an update for you as well.”

“We’ve got half a dozen snipers in place, Mr. President,” Cyrus explains over a video feed into the situation room. “If we can get a clean shot, we’d like to take it. On your orders, of course.”

Aaron grinds his teeth. He’d much prefer for her to come out peacefully, without the use of force, but there are innocent lives at stake and he worries that he doesn’t have the time for moral qualms.  “If we take the shot, what are the chances that the bomb goes off?” 

“Given the type of bomb… if her hand is on the detonator, we like our odds,” Beene says. 

The President swallows heavily. “Take it,” he says, spitting the words out as if it would make them carry any less gravity. 

“That’s a go, Agent Beene. Prepare your team,” Director Langston says. 

In Congressman Struthers’ office, tensions are just as high. 

“This was a mistake,” Mary rants as she paces, her thumb far too close to the detonator for your liking. “We shouldn’t have released the staffers.”

“They were scared, Mary, and they weren’t a part of this. They were kids, just like Chris,” you remind her, appealing to her humanity, or what was left of it. “It was the right thing to do.”

“Then why don’t we have the file?!” She asks angriily, her whole body shaking with the intensity of her emotions.

“I’m a member of Congress, and it takes me weeks to get a document I’ve requested. Even longer if it’s classified,” the congressman pipes in. “You’re making much quicker progress than I usually do, that’s for sure.” 

Your phone rings, and it’s Derek. You answer it immediately.

“You okay?” He asks. 

“Fine. What did you find out?” You ask in turn, all business. You’re not fine, of course, but there’s no time to get into any of that. 

“They’re gearing up for something out here,” he explains gravely. 

“Something, like, potentially bringing up the file?” You ask hopefully, knowing full well that that’s not what he means. 

“Not unless the file looks like a sniper,” he confirms your fears. “They just went into the building.” 

“How many?” 

“Four, it looks like,” he answers you. 

“Plus however many they have outside,” you theorize, and then the stomping of boots pulls you out of your train of thought. 

“Mary,” you say, hanging up on Derek as soon as you realize what’s happening. “Mary, you need to stay calm.” 

“They’re testing me,” she says, drawing up the blinds. “Why are they testing me?” Do they think I won’t do it?” She says, brandishing the detonator in the window, and that’s when you see the red laser dot square in the middle of her forehead.

++++

“Mr. President, we have a visual through the window,” Agent Beene reports to President Hotchner. 

“A visual on who, exactly?” He asks. 

“We believe it to be Mary Nesbit, but we’re not yet confirmed,” he explains. “Locked in on the target, and ready to engage on your orders.” 

“Absolutely no shots fired until we’re certain we’ve got the assailant, understood?” He demands. 

“Yes, Mr. President. A team is also headed into the building to see if they can get Ms. Nesbit to come out peacefully. We’re prepared to show you the visual we have from the window.” 

“Alright. Go ahead,” he says, and the protector turns on, showing a grainy image of the side of the Capitol building, and a shadowed woman with a bulky vest on. The hand holding the detonator raises. 

“Mr. President, on your order!” Beene barks out, and it no longer sounds like a request. Aaron is just about to say the word when he’s sure he’s having some sort of panic induced-hallucination, because your face appears in that window, reaching out towards Mary.

“Everybody stand down, now!” The President barks. “That’s a civilian hostage in the window, stand down.” 

“What in God’s name is she doing in there?” Rossi asks, and the President realizes he’s not hallucinating. His stomach lurches. 

“Somebody get me a line into that room. Immediately,” Aaron says, masking his grave concern with a seething tone.

“Mr. President, a word,” Rossi says, gesturing towards the door, and the President follows him into the hallway. “You cannot speak with her,” he says in a resolute whisper.

“Like hell I’m not,” Aaron argues, nostrils flaring. “She could have been killed in there.”

“Which was stupid and careless, and we will now all do our level best to not blow her up. But you will not call her, because there is no way your presidency survives if the two of you share a headline for the third week running.” 

“Share a headline? Are you listening to yourself?” Aaron asks incredulously. “Get me a line into that room, Rossi, and consider brushing up your resume while you’re at it.”

“Mr. President,” Director Langston says, poking her head into the hallway. “I hate to interrupt, but we have a line into the Congressman’s office set up for you.”

When Aaron walks back into the room, he realizes what a bad idea this was. He needed to talk to you, but he hadn’t considered he’d be doing so in front of a room full of people. He steadies his jaw and strides in, calling your name into the speakerphone. 

“I’m here, Mr. President,” you say, and he can tell that you’re trying to sound strong for him, sound professional to cover for him in this room full of people, and he hates it. 

“How are you doing, is everyone okay?” 

“The Congressman and I aren’t harmed. Mary only wants her son’s file.” You explain. 

“We’re working on that, I promise you,” he says, trying to infuse every ounce of comfort he could into the professional declaration of facts. “It’s difficult.” 

“Respectfully, Mr. President, I really need you to make it less difficult.” Your voice breaks in the middle of your sentence, and Aaron thinks he’s about to burst down the door to the Capitol himself. 

“I know, Ang–I know,” he catches himself. “Would she like to speak to me about the situation? If I assured her that we were working on it—”

“Mr. President, I really can’t advise—” Sally starts, but he silences her with a hand. 

“No. She doesn’t want to speak to anyone. She says I have to hang up now.”

“Alright. We need you to stay calm in there. Try not to let yourself get too anxious— think about that place in Vermont we saw on the campaign trail, okay?” He says, a desperate edge to his covered half-truth. 

“Yes, Mr. President. I have to go.” 

++++

“Did you know that my son hasn’t even been buried?” Mary asks you and the congressman. “None of the funeral homes would even take him, because they think he’s a terrorist. He’s still at the city morgue.” 

“Let me make another call, Mary, this isn’t over yet. We’ll get you that file,” you assure her, pulling out your cell phone and dialing the one person in the city who almost certainly doesn’t want to hear from you.

“I just saw your face on the news, what the hell are you doing?” Joey asks when he picks up on the first ring. “Does your fixing extend to terrorism now?” 

“This one wasn’t exactly a choice, Joseph, the C4 just fell into my lap,” you spit out through gritted teeth. “I need a favor.”

“Well, you know, call us old fashioned, but over here at the Department of Justice, we do our very best not to aid and abet terrorists,” he scoffs.

“The FBI raids a suspected terrorist’s apartment, kills a man, and the investigation is sealed, no questions asked. When questions are asked, a team of lawyers, sixteen Freedom of Information Act requests, and an inquiry from a member of Congress are all ignored. This is what’s happening in America right now, under your watchful eye. If that feels right to you, if that feels like justice, go ahead and enjoy a power lunch at Le Diplomate. If not—”

“Understood.” Joey cuts you off. “I’ll see what I can do. Stay safe in there, okay?” 

“Work fast,” you implore him.

“One hour,” Mary warns. “Your guys have one hour left, and then I blow us all to bits.” 

“Mary, we really can’t rush this. Declassifying documents—” 

“One. Hour.” 

+++++++

The phone rings with three minutes left on the clock. You’re so relieved that your knees almost buckle when you stand to answer it. 

“Here we go,” you say with a deep breath, more to yourself than to anyone else as you answer the phone. 

“Is everyone in there still okay?” Aaron asks. 

“Yes, Mr. President,” you answer. 

“Good. I’m standing here with David Rossi, Joseph Rosen, and Director Langston of the CIA. What I’m about to tell you is classified information,” he explains. “For your own safety, I need you not to respond to what I’m about to tell you, can you do that for me?” he says, and while he’s trying to remain neutral, you can hear the covered desperation in his tone.

“Yes,” you answer plainly. 

“Mary is right,” he confesses. 

“I’m sorry?” You say, your voice breaking. 

“Chris Lawrence was not a terrorist. Chris Lawrence was CIA. He infiltrated the Al-Qaeda network at the highest levels and brought other CIA operatives into the organization as fake recruits. Chris Lawrence was an American hero, perhaps one of the greatest heroes our country has ever had, but you cannot tell his mother that,” he explains to you.  

“You can’t tell anybody that, because if you did, the 57 men and women that he recruited, who’s very lives depend on maintaining their undercover identities as enemies of the United States— they would be tortured until they died, and a decade’s worth of intelligence gathering would die with them,” he underscores. 

“Chris Lawrence was killed by the FBI because they did not know his true loyalties, and that….” Aaron concedes a pregnant pause “was a terrible mistake. But it made him a martyr to Al-Qaeda, and a hero to the United States. I am so sorry that his mother will never know the truth, but 57 lives depend on it. There are 57 other American heroes whose names their country will never know, and it’s our job and our duty to bring them home alive. Do you understand?” 

“No,” you answer honestly.

“No?” Aaron repeats, aghast. 

“But thank you, for the true story,” you say, loud enough for Mary to hear.

“You absolutely cannot tell her the true story,” Aaron commands.

“Don’t make me do this to her,” you whisper, turning your back on the mother who’s intuition was going to land her in a federal prison. 

“57 of our bravest assets, is the truth worth their lives?” He reminds you. 

You take a deep breath. “I have to go now,” you tell the President. 

He calls after you by your full name, as if you were a child. You hope he says it again in front of you, and not just at your funeral. “Do not hang up, I need you to acknowledge—” Aaron yells after you, but you drop the phone back onto the receiver. 

When you turn around to face Mary,  she’s practically beaming. “That was the President,” she smiles. “What did he say?” 

You take another deep breath and swallow heavily. “Mary, I am so, so sorry.”

Her face falls in an instant. “No. No,” she cries. “No.” 

“Your son was a terrorist,” you explain.

“No! No he wasn’t!” She continues to interject. 

“He was a high level Al-Qaeda operative, higher than they wanted to make public,” you lie, and she collapses to her knees. “That’s what was in the file, that’s what was classified,” you explain, kneeling in front of her on the floor and holding her head in your hands as she continues to cry. “I am so sorry. I’m going to see you through this, Mary. make sure you have the best defense possible. Our work isn’t done, you’re still my client,” you assure her. “And now it’s time to go, okay? This starts with us all walking out of here, safely.” 

“Okay,” Mary sniffles. “Okay, I’m ready,” she says. 

The Congressman goes first, heading towards the door where they’d heard FBI agents camp out earlier. 

“This is Representative Struthers,” he shouts. “We’re coming out peacefully.”

“Nice and slow, one by one, hands raised,” An agent instructs, opening the door. 

The Congressman is closest to the door, and he follows orders, stepping out at a glacial pace until given the go ahead to move faster. 

You turn and look back at Mary, give her a reassuring nod. “It’s going to be okay.” 

She smiles. “I guess now that I’m a terrorist, too, my son won’t be alone at the morgue,” she says, shoving you through the door and slamming it shut. 

++++++ 

“Mr. President, we have a visual on the hostages and Mrs. Lawrence leaving peacefully, if you’d like to watch,” Rossi informs the President, and the projector kicks up again. Congressman Struthers leaves without incident, and Aaron breathes a sigh of relief when he sees you, still unharmed. He’s no sooner let all the air leave his lungs when he sees Mary shove you out the door, and even worse– you turn around and try to force your way back in.

“No, Mary! Mary, open the door!” You yell. 

“Pull them out,” Aaron instructs, trying to stay calm.

“Ma’am, we need to move,” An agent tries to guide you away, but you continue gripping at the handle to the locked door. 

“Get them out of there!” Aaron yells. He watches as an Agent manhandles you— physically picks you up and starts to carry you out, but then there’s an explosion, and the feed cuts out. “Someone talk to me!” He barks, somewhere between a growl and a yell, turning into the comms device. It’s all static. 

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Drunk prompt - character a calling character b and asking if they said anything stupid yesterday and character b takes about thirty seconds too long to reply

(warning for some uh...sexy times talk.)

"I uh...I didn't say anything too terrible last night, did I?"

Midge bites her lip at her ex-husband's hesitant question. He had celebrated the Button Club's one-year anniversary last night, and he had been...less than sober. Not that she blamed him. Keeping a business afloat for an entire year was a big deal, after all.

But Joel had been a little loose-lipped, and as Midge tidies up around her kitchen from a Sunday morning breakfast with her parents and Lenny and the kids, she's not quite sure what to tell him.

"Shit, what did I say?"

"You maybe...may have...insinuated..." Midge takes a deep breath. "You know what? It doesn't matter."

"Midge."

"Possibly," she blurts out. "You said that you'd fantasized about...Lenny...and I...and you...in..." she finds herself flushing hard.

"...Fuck."

"We don't ever have to talk about it again," Midge tells him quickly. "Doesn't matter. You were drunk."

"Shit. Wait. How detailed did I get?"

She finds herself flushing harder. "Very. Very detailed. You talked a lot about...watching. You got so detailed I'm pretty sure even Lenny turned red, and that is...that is not easy to do."

"Wait, Lenny was there?!"

"Of course he was there, we both had gigs, we met at the Button last night after," Midge says. "Look, Joel, again. No big deal. You were very drunk. We can just-"

"I cannot believe I said all that stuff in front of him!" Joel groans.

"And Mei," Midge tells him. "Mei was also-"

"Fuck!"

Midge puts a hand over her eyes. "We can forget it ever happened."

"Lenny mention it?"

"No, but we had breakfast with my parents and all three kids, so it's not like he had a good opportunity to."

Lenny pokes his head in. "Is that Joel?"

"Yes," Midge says.

"Have you told him how he expounded in loving detail about how he would like to suck my dick yet?"

"No!" Midge shouts. "And I wasn't going to."

"I said what?!"

"Okay, again," Midge snaps. "We don't have to talk about this."

"The answer is still no, by the way!" Lenny calls as he leaves the kitchen. "There's only one set of lips I'd like performing that particular task."

"I hate this conversation," Midge mutters.

"You hate the conversation?" Joel snaps. "How do you think I feel?"

"Well drunk you felt very good about it," Midge tells him.

"Jesus."

"Yep."

"Okay. We're never talking about this again."

"Lenny!" Midge calls.

"Yes?!"

"We're never talking about this again!"

He rushes in again. "Okay, but before it goes in the vault forever, can we talk about-"

"No," Midge cuts him.

"But-"

"Nope," Midge repeats. "We are not talking about that."

"About what?" Joel asks, bewildered.

Lenny smirks devilishly. "Something about being the filling in a Midge and Lenny sandwich."

Midge stomps her foot. "Lenny!" She huffs, turning red all over again. "Okay. Now. Now. We are never ever ever talking about this again. Ever."

"Agreed," Joel says. "I'm...I'm gonna go and drown myself in the bathtub."

"Have a great time," Midge tells him before hanging up and turning to her fiance. "Did you have to?"

"Completely," he tells her seriously. "Joel is just lucky I didn't mention the other thing he went into great detail about."

Midge covers her face with her hands, letting out an embarrassed whimper.

"The man has imagination, I'll give him that," Lenny concedes. "I admit though, if we were going to invite another man into our bed, it would not be him. Although...I wonder what Doctor Benjamin is up to these days. He looks like he'd be a very tender lover."

She throws a dishrag at him.

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