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hastyprovocateur · 7 months

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Drunk in Love (College!Abby × Reader)

Summary- Abby had no plans of staying back at the club until you caught her fancy, finding something oddly familiar about you.

Word count-1.2k

Cw- sexual content, mature themes

• It had been ages since Abby traipsed down to a joint of this flavor. Maybe once upon a time in freshman year, she somehow caught herself with a lot into the whole night-clubbing gig. Never stayed long. Tonight was going to be alike, what with Manny hauling her ass out to this den.

• The ear-numbing music, pool of bodies writhing like fish in a net and liquor spilling like acid rain… wasn’t her deal. An all-in-all futile evening until she found her gaze resting on you like hands to a radiator. The dangerously short sequinned minidress wasn’t wasted on her. It clung to your body like second skin, low-cut spilling soft breasts.

Why was it so hard to look away?

• Siren? Enchantress? How does she move like that? Abby watched the iridescent fringes on your hem swirling around you, barely making any secret of your underbutt as you romped to the music. The strobing lights caught your beaming drunken face, hair fanning out oil spill like you were all just a part of some mindfuck special effect.

• "Careful, they might pop out” Manny nudged Abby’s shoulder. She scrunched her face at him, smoothing her ponytail and turning back to her lonely drink on the bar counter. Neon visions of you persisted, dancing behind her eyelids. It went down her throat like the heavy liquor she threw back.

• “I'm gonna bail” Abby shook her head, struggling to keep her voice level above the blaring music. “Come on” he urged her, another girl already whispering in his other ear “Loosen up.” "We got class at 9 tomorrow," she threw another glance at the dance floor, no sight of you. Manny broke out in a knowing chuckle as you tapped her shoulder, having snuck up from the back.

• Abby did a double take, looking from the tinsel strands in your hair, down to your pretty heels in the dark. “Thankyou” you blew a kiss at Manny, drowning the dregs of Abby's drink and taking her by the arm “But I’ll take it from here.” She felt her bicep spasm under her shirt sleeve at your touch. I’ll call, she gestured back to Manny as he flipped her off with a shit-eating grin, already heading out with the chick on his arm.

• “Me?” Abby wanted to doubly ensure. Aware that she might sully the experience. She didn't know the first thing about dancing drunk or even... drunk dancing with a girl as gorgeous as you. But something told her not to squander the opportunity. Everything smelt bitter and sultry. Like an animal’s lair. She watched your staggered saunter, hand wrapped around her wrist as the crowd stifled you both closer.

• Coming upon a reasonable clearing, you turn and put her arms around you, propping yours on her broad shoulders. Abby burned intensely, her back already damp as you leaned close to her ear “Drunk?”. “Yeah” she replied, aroused by the way your nails scraped the back of her neck. “I’m four shots down” You laugh deliciously, breath heavy with spirits.

• The feral atmosphere bled into her bones, headier than before as people pushed and prodded against her. She slid her hands across, resting in the steep dip of your spine, glaring at the men passing wayward looks, who tried jostling too close. She felt you pull her chin down to face you, “Eyes on me” You breathe against her neck before slowly dragging her sizeable hands up your sides and then back down.

• Abby closed her eyes, feeling your body collide into hers, falling into every curve and rise like they were made in pairs. She saw doubles, the glow of your smile, the swell of your breasts as they pressed up against her. All so familiar yet different. Senses swilled like dregs, and the music began thudding in her chest. You parted your legs, dropping down her front and crouching at her feet with your hands on her hips, sliding up her shirt… hooking onto her jeans. You rest your chin on her thigh, tilting your head coyly.

• Abby was no womanizer. Her sexcapades included kissing the class representative in the boiler room and promising to take it to the grave to save face. Tonight was a quick crash landing onto everything she knew. There was no face to save. She drank up every sway of your hips, bounce of your chest, and flip of your hair. The delicious curl of your lips drew her in deeper. She cradled the back of your head as she pulled you back up, flipping you around with a swift jerk.

• A shot of surprise as she pinned your hips back against hers, brows furrowing as she watched you smoothly grind back into her. You edged into her needily, bent forward with back arched beautifully. She caught the corner of your eye from where you glanced back at her, lust-ridden as she subtly humped you.

• Abby braced herself as you straightened back against her, feeling you writhe beneath her touch as she angled your face up to kiss your lips, pushing her over the edge. She felt her tongue unravel over yours, wet and hot as you tasted her right back. Her hands snaked below, artlessly pawing at the fringes of your dress before she felt yours guide her fingers up the hem.

• She groaned into your mouth as she felt the strap of your thongs digging into plump flesh, peeling them off your hips till they dangled in a twist around your thighs Curses left her lips as she cupped your slick pussy, fingers slipping in with little to no resistance. "Still wanna bail?” you ask breathlessly, as your hips buck, knees limp as you gaze up at her. “Fuck that” Abby groaned wickedly.

Following morning

• The fluorescent lights of the 9 am class were already giving her a well-deserved ache in the temples. She spent the early morning fucking around half-clothed in a women's bathroom stall. The girl from the club. It had consumed her entirely, once the liquor drained out of her, all she had were questions. Who are you? Why did you approach me? What did it mean? Could be nothing but she still had her thongs in her back pocket, nail scratches still scouring her back. The professor's monotone let slip something about pairing up and it entirely missed Abby by the time he was done sorting

• "Sir, I don't have a partner" she called out belatedly, hand lazily raised above her head. "Well..." he looked around in defeat as the entrance slammed. "Class representative!" the professor lightly clapped his hands "You're right on time" he gestured to you. A drained, mousy entity standing in the doorway "Please partner up with Abigail for the essay analysis."

• You nodded meekly, trudging up to where Abby was sitting. "Studying late again?" Abby poked, surveying your visible eye bags and pale lips. "Fuck you" you sounded entirely hoarse, snapping the reading open to the page on the board. Abby noticed the telltale bruise on your wrist and frowned. The handprint comically familiar.

• A quick flash of holding you against the bathroom wall poured back to her conscious. Wrist pressed to tile as you got yourself off on her thigh. She backed up, looking you up and down, and there it was. A single strand of tinsel in the class representative's hair. At this point, she couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Are you actually insane?" You turn owlishly to look at her. "No..." she leaned in, awfully smug "But I think you are after what you did to me last night."

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irelandking · 9 months

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steve rogers fic recs

steve rogers x reader

❤️ = fluff 😔 = angst 🔥 = smut

modern cap steve x regular reader

series:

mr. steve - @pies-writes-and-more

part 2 Soulmate AU In a universe where your soulmate’s name is written on your wrist after you meet them, receiving a wedding invitation from her friend is just another reminder that (Y/N) has yet to find her soulmate. But maybe this wedding will be a little bit more exciting, with the help of a tiny child without a filter. ❤️

one shots:

the waitress - @pies-writes-and-more

Done for a writing challenge // song prompt: “If things get worse, will you still be here?” 405 by This Wild Life. Steve Rogers has finally worked up the guts to ask out the super cute waitress at the diner he frequents… except it’s hard to ask out of a girl when you’re a) already super nervous, b) unsure if it’s rude to ask her out, and c) when you have Dumb and Dumber insisting they tag along. ❤️

vigilante - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Steve reacts to his girlfriend getting violently mugged. ❤️😔

under pressure - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Steve still doesn’t know how to talk to women…let alone how to get a first date with one ❤️

boardroom fantasies - @pies-writes-and-more

prompt: “You wanna have sex….here? Now?” Steve can’t help how tight his pants get when (Y/N) is working nearby. While everyone else goes out for drinks, he pulls her aside to show her that the Accounting Guy who keeps asking her out isn’t who she should be with. 🔥

morning wood - @angrythingstarlight

Your new neighbor Steve gives you more than one surprise in the morning. 🔥

perfect - @tempestuous-lush

reader breaks up with steve over insecurities regarding lack of experience. he insists she is perfect, and proves to her just how perfect she is. 🔥

blind date - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

It had to be fate when Steve runs into his work crush on a stroll through his old stomping grounds. ❤️

guard dog - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Sometimes Steve has to protect his girl from the least expected attacks. ❤️

agent/avenger reader

series:

start again - @wkemeup

part 2 A chemical spill, uncontrollable desires rushed to the surface, an unbridled need, and the consequences in the aftermath ❤️😔🔥

embarrassment - @a-confused-turtle

part 2 and part 3 A drunken game of truth or dare reveals what Y/N didn’t want anyone to know. She’d been perfectly and contentedly miserable before her slip up, but the confrontation over her little secret, which she avoids at all costs, quickly catches up ❤️

one shots:

blue - @pies-writes-and-more

Steve in blue is too much to handle whilst sober, (Y/N) decides. So while attending Tony Stark’s birthday party, (Y/N) doesn’t stop to drink her anxiety away making for entertaining company for Steve ❤️

hickeys - @a-confused-turtle

Y/N wakes up in her boyfriend’s arms and the day begins as it always does, sneaking out of his room, until Tony notices lovebites on shy, quiet Y/N’s neck. ❤️

wallets, keys and bobby-pins - @marvelouscaptainrogers

Soulmate AU where anything you lose suddenly appears in your soulmates possession, and anything they lose will appear in yours. It usually works swimmingly for everyone else, but what happens when your soulmate is technically around 75 years older than you? ❤️

insubordination - @marvelouscaptainrogers

Y/N likes to be a little asshole and not follow orders, and Steve decides she needs to learn her lesson 🔥

jealous (strong) steve - @pies-writes-and-more

Steve Rogers, the man behind the shield, knows that his strength only came from an injection. He isn’t a Norse god, how could he compete against Thor who seems to have all of (Y/N)’s affections? Steve Rogers is a jealous man. A strong jealous man who just keeps breaking things.❤️

whisper - @redgillan

Natasha and Sam have a plan to make Steve confess his feelings. ❤️

major crush - @redgillan

Laser Tag brings out Steve Rogers’ competitive side and Reader loves it. 🔥

it's your captain's birthday - @witchywithwhiskey

you're avoiding steve rogers' birthday beach party by relaxing in the ocean, but when he finds you alone in the waves, your captain is sure to let you know how much he appreciates that you wore a bikini in his colors to his party—and things escalate from there. 🔥

the best birthday gift - @witchywithwhiskey

you attend a party at avengers tower celebrating the fourth of july and steve rogers' birthday and make a fool of yourself when introduced to captain america, the man you've crushed on for most of your life. but when you run into him while avoiding the fireworks show, he's more than happy to spend his birthday distracting you from the party.🔥

steve - @assembletheimagines

Steve’s never had a blowjob and could you really consider yourself a friend if you didn’t suck his dick? 🔥

you'll always be the sexiest man alive to me, captain - @witchywithwhiskey

steve rogers is named people's sexiest man alive and his fellow avengers—along with their SHIELD support team—won't let him live it down, but when you make a smartass joke in front of your new colleagues, you catch the eye of captain america himself. turns out he *really* likes it when you call him captain. 🔥

college!steve

one shots:

kissing booth - @viollettes

After Nat volunteers your services at the kissing booth, you find yourself sitting across from you is none other than your best friend. ❤️

the end of the war - @redgillan

Everyone knows you and Steve can’t stand each other, but after he runs into you after one of his fights, he starts to see you in a different light.❤️😔

she calls me daddy - @hertzwritings

Frat-Boy!Steve Rogers x female reader 🔥

oopsy daisy - @whateveriwant

In order to keep the animal shelter from closing, your sorority holds a car wash as a fundraiser. Besides cleaning cars all day, you have another goal in mind involving a certain football-playing frat member. 🔥

modern au

series:

slow like honey - @heli0s-writes

The gossip that buzzes around in the teacher’s lounge is that sweet, sensitive, divorcé Steve Rogers is hot-for-teacher. His daughter’s first-grade teacher, to be exact. ❤️😔🔥

at your service - @writing-for-marvel

part 2 As your bodyguard it’s Steve’s job to look out for you, when you find him in a compromising position, it becomes your turn to look after him. 🔥

one shots:

a french kiss - @pies-writes-and-more

Y/N came to Paris with a plan: take a photo with a cute man next to the Eiffel Tower, just like how her and cheating ex-boyfriend had always planned on doing, and make that son of a bitch jealous. Thankfully, there’s a super cute blond guy who just so happens to be nearby. ❤️

take a hint - @pies-writes-and-more

(Y/N) literally just wants to go out and have a good time with her girls. So why do guys seem to never take ‘no’ for an answer? To try to prevent more annoying encounters with men who can’t take a hint, (Y/N) slips on two rings onto her left hand and assumes the married life. It’s all well and good… until someone sees the rings as a challenge. Enter from stage right, our hero. ❤️

ask - @angelkurenai

Imagine Steve wanting to introduce you, his fiance, to his friends for a long time but hesitating because he hasn’t told them something about your past and how you met. You were once his student. ❤️

nature's beauty - @biteofcherry

Your teasing comment about staying home barefoot and pregnant makes something in Steve snap. He’s now eager to turn it into reality. 🔥

lilacs & ink - @witchywithwhiskey

you go in to get your first tattoo and the very attractive tattoo artist steve rogers takes good care of you.❤️

mob!steve

series:

ask - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

part 2 two prompts combined ❤️ 1. here’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close 37. We’re dating and I didn’t know you were a mobster

biker!steve

one shots:

where he belongs/don't f*ck with the queen - @angrythingstarlight

It’s not often someone challenges your place as Steve’s queen but they only make that mistake once. And Steve knows better than to let anyone think they can take your place. 🔥

#steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers smut #steve rogers au #steve rogers #steve rogers x you

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deadgirlwalking91 · 11 days

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new update - 'Thank You for the Venom', chapter 2 🎸 🗡️

Chapter One

Chapter 2 Summary

Lute addresses the Exorcists with changes to the program.

...or at least, attempts to.

Can I just say a huuuuuuuuge thank you to those who read the first chapter of this silly little story? And another thank you to those who liked, reblogged and commented? You're all legends!!!

ao3 queue update - I'm number 24,363 in the queue, so more than halfway from where I started to an invite!

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Chapter 2

The Common Room, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

There were precisely three times in Lute’s life that she could recall being so anxious she wanted to vomit.

The first time was minutes prior to her maiden voyage down into Hell. Her nerves had taken over to the point where, during Adam’s address before they descended through the portal to the realm below, she’d made sure to hide at the back of the crowd behind her sisters-in-arms. She’d hoped that the gateway to Hell would close before she had the chance to fly through, and she could stay behind in Heaven where she knew it was safe. Where she didn’t have to stress about being a disappointment if her performance wasn’t up to scratch.

As it turned out, Lute had no reason to worry. She had a natural talent for slaughter, and when she was armed with a sword, she was downright lethal. Once she stepped foot on the brimstone-covered streets of Hell, it was like a kill-switch had automatically been triggered somewhere deep inside her brain. No less than one hundred and sixty-seven Sinners were exterminated at her hands that year, earning her the highest individual amount for a rookie Exorcist ever recorded. She’d even been congratulated personally by Sera at the informal post-Extermination party that year, who didn’t usually attend such frivolous events, but she made a point of deliberately stopping past to seek out Lute and offer her praise.

“I’m going to keep my eye on you,” Sera had promised, her serene voice the only sound Lute could focus on despite the blaring music and drunken chanting vibrating through her ears. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see one of her fellow soldiers chugging expertly from a beer bong, golden ale dripping down her chin as other Exorcists and Adam egged her on. “Continue the hard work, and you’ll do great things, soldier. I know it.”

The second time was a considerably less serious situation, yet an experience Lute found nothing short of mortifying: Vaggie had accidentally stumbled across her secret collection of romance novels one night when she was over visiting.

Romance wasn’t something that Lute had the patience for in her day-to-day life – in fact, she could think of nothing worse than having to share her time, her thoughts, her bed with somebody else. That would mean dropping her callous, tough-bitch façade and exposing the fact that she had feelings.

No. She had a reputation to uphold and as such, it was far easier to be alone and dedicate her focus to her work.

That didn’t mean that she couldn’t switch off at night and escape reality for an hour or two. Most nights, after meticulously cleaning her apartment and ensuring any outstanding work was completed, she’d curl up on her two-seater sofa under a blanket, hot chocolate in one hand and novel in another. She found an inexplicable comfort between the pages of those books, allowing them to stir emotions inside her that she would only allow to be felt when she was off-duty and alone. Some pages made her pulse quicken and pale cheeks flush as golden as the sun itself if they were particularly steamy. The more tender stories, however, stirred her softer side, making her stomach flutter and heart skip a beat.

She’d even shed a tear once at a particularly moving epilogue, though she’d rather tear her own arm off than ever admit it out load.

So, when Vaggie had opened Lute’s wardrobe that chilly evening to borrow a hoodie and noticed the box of poorly-hidden books – most of the covers depicting couples in various stages of undress, locked in compromising positions – Lute wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow her whole. It was the one guilty pleasure that she had for herself, and she couldn’t bear the thought of what would happen if her secret was exposed to her sisters. Her whole ‘tough bitch’ persona would be shattered, and then what?

“I swear to God, if you breathe a fucking word of this to anybody, Vaggie I will beat the living shit out of you.”

“Relax,” Vaggie had laughed, studying the cover of one book through tears of mirth. “I won’t tell the girls that deep down, their Lieutenant is secretly a sucker for happily-ever-afters with a side of throbbing co-”

Lute seized her opportunity to tackle Vaggie to the ground and wrestle the tattered paperback from her friend’s hands, taking good measure to ‘accidentally’ whack her with it once or twice. Though she never stopped teasing Lute about her guilty pleasure, Vaggie stayed true to her word: she never told a soul about Lute’s dirty little secret, to which she was incredibly thankful for.

Those scenarios though, as nerve-wrecking and embarrassing as they were, paled in comparison to how Lute felt in this present moment: standing in front of her hundreds of peers, feeling the Commander’s eyes boring into her back, basically burning two holes directly through her shoulder blades. She knew he was daring her to fuck up, and there was no chance she was going to give him that satisfaction.

“Exorcists. Recently, there have been some concerns raised regarding the future of Extermination Day.”

Light murmurs started to ripple through the crowd of women, which didn’t help the bubbling feeling threatening to rise Lute’s abdomen. She flexed and clenched her left wrist in a feeble attempt to distract herself from her own nerves.

She was used to this. Whispering was fine. Nothing to worry about, totally normal, in fact. Besides, this happened all the time during Adam’s speeches – though usually, her sisters-in-arms were laughing at one of his inane jokes.

Reel them back in, Lieutenant.

“Be quiet.” Lute commanded sternly, and to her relief, the whispers died down almost instantly. “After extensive analysis, we have concluded that – ”

“We? Ladies, just so you’re aware, I’ve had absolutely nothing to do with the bomb your lieutenant is about to drop on you.” Adam strode over next to where Lute was standing and bent down to mockingly rest his elbow on her right shoulder, his mask twisted into a smug grin. “If you think she’s a bitch now – and, you’re totally right, she absolutely is - you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Lute exhaled sharply, trying not to let her frustration take over, and shrugged Adam’s arm off her shoulder with slightly more force than needed. Adam knew he had her cornered – if she reacted to his taunts, she’d be just as childish as he was. If she ignored him, she wouldn’t give him the rise that he was hoping to get out of her, but consequently she’d probably give off the impression that she was tolerating his attitude. Neither of those options were preferable – unfortunately, the lesser of two evils was to push through.

“Thanks, Commander, for your input, but I’d like to get back to the matter at hand if you don’t mind.”

“Sure thing, babe.” Adam waved a hand carelessly, indicating his boredom. “This is your gig, I’m just the supporting act, right?”

Lute ignored the jab as she felt the heat rising in her cheeks. The whispering had started again, and she knew she had to act quickly to get her sisters attention back to the matter at hand otherwise she’d lose their interest completely. She locked eyes with Vaggie at the front of the crowd, who gave her a quick thumbs up, the subtlest of reassuring smiles plastered across her otherwise expressionless mask. At least somebody was in her corner this morning. She wiped her now-sweating hands on the skirt of her training uniform and continued with the speech she’d rehearsed at least a hundred time over the past few days.

“Our Extermination Day kill count has been in steady decline over the past decade. As a result, Hell’s population continues to rise – we estimate growth of about twenty percent over the last three years alone. At this rate-”

Adam coughed loudly and pointedly. “Nerd.”

The whispers grew louder as they echoed off the walls of the room; the Exorcists now not bothering to hide the fact that they were talking amongst themselves. Their voices rang in Lute’s ears, drowning out her will to persevere with her speech. She tried to focus on her breathing to calm her stomach, but the thickness of the air around her only made her increasingly aware of just how damn suffocating her helmet was.

“What is going on with them?”

“I hope she punches him in the face!”

“That’s only because you’re mad he didn’t call you after-”

“ENOUGH!”

The chatter amongst the Exorcists stopped immediately at the unexpected sound of Lute’s raised voice, the identical eyes on their masks all widening in shock. Lute wasn’t known for losing her temper at her fellow Exorcists. Sure, on the battlefield she took no prisoners, and within the training compound she was strict, but she always known to uphold a professional demeanour in front of her peers.

Well, except for the time she threw a mug at her boss’ head. That was different, though. He deserved it.

“I don’t want another fucking interruption again this morning.” Lute growled, not bothering to disguise the anger in her tone. Professionalism be damned, she was going to get through this. “From anybody.” She looked pointedly at Adam, who held his hands up as if to say, ‘what did I do?’.

“We need to turn this decline around fast if we have any chance of improving our stats by next Extermination Day, or we risk further overpopulation in Hell. As of this morning, we’re taking a different approach with our training. We’re going back to basics. None of you are wielding a single weapon or touching the simulator until we get the foundations right. Physical conditioning. Mental resilience. Hand-to-hand combat. When – and only when – I see significant improvement in those areas, you’ll pick up a weapon again.”

Great recovery, Lieutenant.

Lute pulled her helmet off her head, inhaling sharply and savouring those first few unrestricted breaths. Feeling the coolness of the air on her face refreshed her flustered state, grounding her once again. She set it down on a chair behind her and began to remove her gloves and boots.

“Going back to basics also means we’re not wearing these helmets during training for the time being. Or our boots, or gloves, or neck armour – you’ll never learn properly if you’re physically restricted. Moving forward, you’ll come to training in leggings, crop tops and trainers. We’ll reintroduce personal equipment once we build our skills back up. Get your helmets and armour off.”

The sound of metal clinking and armour hitting the floor echoed throughout the common room as her sisters removed their helmets and protective gear. Sensing she had a moment to herself, Lute ran her hands through her hair, separating the silvery strands that had been compressed together under the weight of her helmet. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back and massaged her scalp where the top of the helmet had irritated it, the sensation from the pressure eliciting a low ‘mmm’ from the back of her throat.

“Is that all it takes to make you moan? You’d be such a freak in the sheets, Lieutenant.” A low voice murmured in Lute’s ear, sending tiny shock waves that pulsated throughout her entire body, causing her eyes to flutter open.

He was so unexpectedly close to her; she could practically feel the smug satisfaction emanating off his body like a radiant heat. He’d deliberately sidled up next to her as he whispered so softy that only she could hear his voice, the silk of his robes just grazing the sensitive feathers of her right wing. Goosebumps spread up the back of Lute’s neck, the uneasy feeling that had been lying dormant in her stomach for several minutes now back with an unrelenting vengeance.

“Can you fucking not?” She snapped, ruffling her feathers in a futile attempt to create a barrier between them, trying to erase the closeness between them that she was now all too aware of. Not budging, he began to laugh – not just a small chuckle either, but a proper belly-laugh, his hands clutching at the front of his robes.

“Sorry babe, but that’s not usually a sound someone makes when they scratch their head. Coming from somebody as uptight as you though, it was basically pornographic.” He turned away from Lute towards the back of the room, reaching under his mask to wipe a tear away from the corner of his eye. “Look, you even made me cry. Funny shit.”

“Hilarious. Respectfully, Sir, go deep throat a cactus. How’s that for pornographic?”

The last word of Lute’s sentence rang throughout the room as she slowly came to the realisation that the Exorcists had finished removing their gear some time ago and had been watching the back-and-forth between her and Adam for God knows how long.

Long enough for them to confirm what they were already suspicious of: that there was some kind of unspoken, private war raging between their Lieutenant and Commander.

“Right!” Lute barked, stepping away from Adam to create as much distance between them as possible. In her peripheral vision, his shoulders continued to shake with silent laughter.

“We’re moving into Hall One, ladies. Today’s the day I start whipping you bitches into shape. If I hear any complaints, you get burpees. If I see any slacking off or fucking around, you get burpees. Clear?”

“Yes, Lieutenant!” the crowd chimed in unison, before filing out of the room, their chatter filling the awkward silence that had hung in the air moments ago. Without a second glance back at Adam, she collected her discarded uniform and strode after her peers.

As Lute made her way into the training hall, she couldn’t help but notice the feeling in her stomach had shifted. The anxiety from just under her chest had finally dissipated, leaving behind an unfamiliar, burning feeling deep in her abdomen that she couldn’t quite place.

Shaking her head, she chalked it down to relief at finally getting through the morning address and shifted her focus to the task at hand.

It was time to start training her girls.

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Stay tuned for the next chapter! I'm not naming the chapters for this story, but if I could name the next one.. it would be 'Dangertits'.

#adam x lute #guardrock #guitarspear #guitarspear fic #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute

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overallrry · 7 months

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harry styles “best friends” fics

✩ all credit to the authors ✩

series

teach me (freedomfireflies)

series masterlist

Harry needs a little practice in the art of Eating Pussy, and who better to ask for help than his best friend? You.

flame (jarofstyles)

series masterlist

Y/N and Harry have been friends for a while. What’s a drunken make out or two? The feelings have been brewing, the touches have increased, but will will push them over the edge to light the kindling that’s been waiting for the flame?

Y/N and Harry are best friends, and best friends don’t keep secrets, right? (jawllines)

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As she concentrates into the world around her, she finally begins to recognize voices. Low and barely distinct at first, until the deep drawl of Harry plucks at her ears, “She’s fine,” he murmurs, “Lovely thing gets blackout drunk all the time, she won’t think a thing of it. ‘sides, if I tol’ her anythin’ like it she’d think I was takin’ the piss.”

“She’s not an idiot,” Isobel says quietly, and Y/N realizes the tense feeling in the back of her neck, “She’ll realize something.”

“Realize what?” Y/N clears her throat, cranking one eye open against the sunlight pouring in to the car, and through blurry vision making out Harry behind the wheel twisting some in his seat to face her.

Harry shoots her a blaring smile, “G'morning Sleepyhead,” he cheers, and though she couldn’t see his eyes passed his sunglasses she can feel that he dropped one in a wink, “Are you hungry? We’re g'na pull through a McDonalds.“

oh baby, baby! (jarofstyles)

series masterlist

Harry and Y/N are best friends and Y/N really wants a baby. He can fix that.

far from sober (eveningepiphany)

1 2

you’re incredibly drunk, and when you are it comes with you having an obscene lack of a filter. harry being the sweetheart he is, is trying to get you back into your hotel room in one piece. he was not ready for you to be so touchy.

faded away (harrysgraceland)

series masterlist

In where Harry gives up his best friend when she needed him the most, and now they both have to navigate themselves without each other. After Harry experiences a second heartbreak will he work his way back into Y/N’s life? Will she let him back into his life that easily?

one shots

eveningepiphany

Innocent

be-with-me-so-happily

friendly favor

harryistheonlyoneforme

taste so sweet

jawllines

Harry and Y/N are best friends and Y/N isn’t his “type” (or so she’s heard)

Harry wants to try sex with a girl, and Y/N is a very good friend

shawnxstyles

personal

#best friend harry styles #harry styles best friend fics #harry styles fic recs #harry styles

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darkredfox24 · 1 month

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I don't know if anyone has suggested such an idea or written such a fanfic, but the idea came to me on a sleepless night and I can't keep it to myself. I hope someone will be inspired by this idea and write such a story.

After the storm's end, Luke comes home alive and doesn't tell about the incident with his dear uncle, he just talks about being denied support. And Aemond once home remains silent and just shuts himself up in his chambers not wanting to see anyone. When Luke wakes up the next morning, he does not immediately realize that he is not in his chambers. He feels weak and has a strange sensation, but he also feels something wrong with his eyes and at that moment a slight pain pierces the left side of his face. When he looks around, he sees a mirror and hurries to it to look at his face and is horrified to see not himself but Aemond in the reflection. His first thought is that it's just a dream, but with each passing minute, he realizes that it's real and somehow he's in the body of the man he took his eye from. Panic begins to engulf the young man, coupled with the realization that he is in enemy territory, albeit in the body of his uncle. He can't ask for help, as he doesn't know what to do next.

At the same time, in Lucerys' chambers, a similar situation happens to Aemond, who curses the gods for having chosen his nephew out of all the people he could move into.

It will be interesting to see how these two people, having switched places and lives, learn something new about each other. Luke could learn how hard it is for his uncle with one eye. He could have encountered the phantom pains that plague Aemond to this day. Lucerys would see how everyone treats his uncle, how Alicenta ignores him and treats him like a stranger. After spending a small amount of time in Aemond's shoes, he begins to understand his feelings and grows even more sympathetic to him.

Aemond, in his nephew's body, could see that things aren't going so well for Luke either. Yes he is loved and cared for, but there are a lot of expectations and demands placed on him. He could have found a stash in his room with a journal in which Luke would write all of his experiences. About how he doesn't want to be a lord, how he's tired of everything. The war, the fighting, all the pressure. He learns his thoughts about Aemond and how he feels guilty about his uncle and would gladly give up both eyes if it would soothe Aemond's soul and bring peace, but he can't let that happen because of his family (Rhaenyra, Daemon and Jace). He could find his drawings of his dear uncle and his thoughts that if he were Alicenta, he would choose Aemond to be king because he is smarter, stronger and better suited to be king than drunken Aegon.

Aemond might realize that Rhaenyra is not really as she has been described, and that she is in fact a beautiful queen.

Lucerys would learn that Aegon doesn't want to be king, they could have a frank conversation where Luke would listen to him and support him morally, maybe even confess to the body-swap situation and surprisingly, he would start helping them and go with Luke to a secret place.

Aemond could write a letter to Luke suggesting a secret meeting where they could assess the situation and try to find a solution. You could see the dragons' attitude towards them, as they would need to get to the meeting with the help of dragons. The dragons would sense that these were not their riders. The body and scent belonged to them, but not the soul. They will need to be approached. Arrax will fear Aemond in Luke's body but will still accept him and allow himself to be ridden, but Lucerys will have a harder time with Vhagar as he will be constantly stopped by his fear of this mighty beast, but he will still be able to overcome himself and gain her favour. They go head to head and of course fight at first, but then they come to peace and begin to find a solution to the problem.

They have more frequent secret meetings to find a solution to their unusual problem and as time goes on they get used to each other and later they come to the point where they apologise to each other for the pain and hurt that has troubled their souls and they forgive each other, hug each other and go home. The next day they wake up in their bodies, they are overjoyed and fly to their secret place, where they do not hold back their happiness and joy and share their first kiss, then they learn that Aegon has handed over the crown to Rhaenyra, deciding to leave the kingdom and go to the free islands. Now the green and the black live together and Lucerys and Aemond have more time and opportunity to be close to each other.

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucerys valeryon #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic

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ghostykapi · 2 years

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no label [so when will we be together?]

dahyun & fem!reader // angst + fluff

did you know that in every twice album I get, she's always one of my pulls in my photocards. I love her but damn girl let me have a chaeyoung PC plEASEEEE

in almost each aspect from your life she was there. no matter where you went, she followed you like a lost soul to its faith. she would show up to your shows with a smile blinding your eyes everytime. even showing up at 3 am infront of your door, with a bag full of your favorite food, to the way she stares at you when you laugh with a pull on her heart.

it was also no secret that you had reciprocated her love. you don't even try to hide it in your eyes and actions. you may look intimidating to any stranger that meets you, but to her, you sit there in her life as her teddy bear that's ready to keep her safe in your arms. you've become her safe escape when her eyes hurt from the camera flashes as she became your taste of excitement in your patterned days.

"but that's just it" momo tells you in a late night drinking session with nayeon and chaeyoung "that's all you guys are, if you none of you put up a label!"

yeah. that's just it.

you aren't even her lover, aka in other words, you guys don't even have a label.

"look" you start, the tipsiness seeping in from your 3rd drink "i'm content with my relationship with her-"

"-that i don't see why i should ruin it blah blah blah" chaeyoung whines from the couch, her hand mindlessly doodling on nayeon's arm "just get it on already dude! how many times do i have to convince you that my bro is smitten by you"

"it's true, she gets too happy every time she comes to practice after a night out with you" nayeon also complains "what's stopping you?"

you don't answer them, seemingly lost in thought after asked the question. what is stopping you from asking her? what's pulling you back to being together with her?

you don't know really, why you won't pursue?

"I don't know" you're tipsy smile leaving them baffled "she's in my life already, what more does a woman like me want?"

her love, that's all you want

"it's always better to know" momo sighs as she pours another one for the both of you "you know this the most don't you?"

you did know that, each passing day after every what if popping in your mind reminds you that. it's better to live in experience, not in regret

and so in drunken thought, maybe this is the time you would do it. the time you would confess to her to finally start at something, even if the outcome can hurt you or embrace you

and so for the next few weeks you meticulously plan out your confession to her. it didn't need to be a big one, remembering that she values her private life and being low-key. all you had to do was to confess to her in one of your late night outings with just the two of you

you started out hopeful at first when the opportunities came, but always chickened out last minute due to nerves or the universe seemingly stopping your confession before it even starts.

you try to confess in a late night fast food run, but getting interrupted by her members spamming your phones to get some for them as well. you try to confess in a stay in home hangout at her place, but getting interrupted by the resident dogs (read: butter specifically) running up to you and distracting you both before you realise it. you even just try to confess when you were both walking home after a movie, but the rain stopping you from even letting her know.

each slip was starting to get to you and you didn't need the extra nerves to ruin your already nervous self. still you tried to push for it tonight, one last attempt at telling her how you feel in a party.

you had a few shots in you to keep you hyped, supplied by jihyo who was too eager to drink after a stressful week, and was ready to make the move.

you just didn't expect when you called out her name, you felt your words die out in your throat as you saw her kissing a man in the back of the club.

it was a random guy that was flirting with her from the club but what took it out of you was the way she held him, as if to say "I got you, nobody else but you". suddenly you drop the necklace you wanted to give her and everything was on autopilot

you made eye contact with her before turning away, telling her members that you were going to go first and immediately running out the door, not hearing the faint calls from dahyun. feeling the fresh tears finally set free had made the image solidified in you head. not even the comfort of instant ramen helping your mood leaving you ruined for the night

the following days you didn't reach out to any of them despite the amount of missed calls you had recieved. you had even started to leave your phone at home so when you went to work it didn't distrub you.

you didn't know what to do with your broken heart, even as weeks started to roll out. this led you through sleepless nights if questioning your relationship with her and long days of just merely existing through life with no purpose to properly live

it wasn't until you found yourself crying again in your home when you heard the front door knock. you didn't know who on earth would visit you at midnight on a weekday, so you didn't think about it much as you stood up, wiped your tears away and opened the door.

wiping the tears away proved to be useless as you felt more run down your face. stood before you was dahyun and by the universe she still looked as beautiful and enchanting as you remember her.

"y/n" she softly murmured as she tried to wipe away your onslaught of tears, feeling her heart break more when you couldn't seem to stop crying "y/n/n"

you didn't know what gave up first from your body, but it didn't matter when she immediately went forward and caught you, letting you cry over her shoulder. she had brought you over to your room and into your bed letting the moonlight be her guide as she didn't bother turning on the lights. she didn't plan on letting go of you once and had been whispering sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down.

it took a while for you to finally be reduced to sniffles but you couldn't even pull away to face her. not when you know that when you do, you would feel your heart's remaining pieces turn into burnt ashes.

"I hate it when you cry" dahyun whispers, her fingers combing through your hair to keep you call "I hate it even more when I know I'm the cause"

your heart stills at the statement. had she finally caught on? had she finally come to a realization that her best friend was in love with her and she wants nothing to do with it to you? you don't know, but all you know is that your scared and because of it you couldn't help but whisper to her—

"—'m sorry I fell in love with you"

her hand stops and suddenly you feel your wildest fears come true in your head. you had done it, but at what cost? you bet that she hates you now, especially now that you finally admitted it out loud. she probably doesn't want to even be near you at all. oh god do you have to move countries now? now that you finally ruined your life here in korea? where would you even go without remembering her in every flower you see and every book you read and every music you ever hear and-

"I'm so stupid" dahyun cuts of your inner turmoil and brings her hand up to your face, wiping away any remnants of your tears "I shouldn't have doubted your love for me, not when I saw that glint in your eyes"

you can't help but melt under her loving gaze and scattered kisses on your face, as if she's trying to make up for the biggest fuck up in her life.

"I don't" your voice rasps, barely audible from too much crying for the past weeks "I don't understand"

dahyun gives you a sad smile before explaining "when you left that night, I didn't realize what I have done. only figuring it out when chaeyoung had scolded me when she saw you run away and you dropped that necklace for me. it scared me so much when you didn't respond back to me or any of the girls. it made me realize what I had with you was special, it was everything I always wanted with a soulmate."

you can't help but feel a few more tears slip out your eyes and her quickly wiping them away. her heart breaking the entire time she tried to get the remaining words out

"and when tzuyu saw you at your job? she said that you looked like you had lost everything and there wasn't a spark in your eyes anymore. that's when I decided to just come here to you, no matter what"

damnit you tall yoda why did you rat me out like that

"i didn't want to lose you" she whispered as you let your foreheads touch, the moonlight reflecting on her eyes. "forgive me my angel? please let me back in your life, I can't learn to live without loving you again"

you couldn't get any words out due to shock, but you knew you didn't need to. only giving her a kiss to let her know your response to her

"you're such a fool" you whisper to her, and she gives a tearful laugh while you wipe her tears away too

"your fool" she playfully remarked before turning serious "I'll make it up to you my angel, I promise. all the hurt that you deserve, I will do my best to replace it with all the love that I will give"

"hyunnie" you try to start but ending up stoping when you saw that she was actually wearing the necklace you wanted to give to her that night

"no, I shouldn't have done that so don't start" she doesn't let you even continue that thought "just let me love you now, let me love you properly my angel"

that night and for the following nights to come for the rest of your lives, she comes back to your arms with all the love she can give. from whispering in bed to what you mean to her to letting you know how much she loves you in dates and events.

the members even threw a celebration when you both finally came over together for a movie night in her dorm, hand in hand. it had made them happy that you both were back together (and now as a couple!) after weeks of hurting on both ends. (don't tell anyone but jihyo and sana cried the most when you both showed up together and realized that yes you're both finally a couple)

she had stayed true to her promise, and you couldn't feel more loved than before. she had mended your heart back together and brought a new kind of spark in your eyes, only set in for her.

you just hope that she would love the ring you got her on your 4th anniversary

#twice imagines #twice reactions #twice senarios #twice x reader #kim dahyun #kim dahyun imagines #kim dahyun reactions #kim dahyun scenarios #twice fluff #twice angst #twice imagine

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There is Nothing Holding Me Back

Hope everyone likes it. This story will be in series. Part 1 here for now. Show some love for the rest of the story.

Min Yoongi never believed in Love at First Sight. Hell! He definitely did not believe that he of all the 8 Billion people on the planet will ever experience it. For him, the very concept of Love at First Sight was a ridiculous idea, a cooked up dream, for people who were looking for an easy way out in romance. Until the day he met you for the first time.

—xxxx—-

Life has been interesting for you for the last few years.

Never in your wildest dream, you had imagined that you would get married to what you thought was the love of your life, who would leave you within the first year of marriage. Reason: He could not keep up with your professional success. It made him jealous. He wanted you to choose to ignore the opportunities that you were getting and get behind him, like the women of old times. Oh! You had his back. You always had his back, even when he did not stand behind you. In the end everything was up in flames.

You had also never imagined that you will rise in your profession so quickly. You were natural in leading the team. Your observation skills were acute. You were meticulous in your tasks. No wonder there were people who wanted you to fail, out of sheer jealousy and pettiness. For the sake of your own mental health, you had handed in your resignation letter. The reaction of you leaving was mixed, some were happy to see you go, though pretended that they are going to miss you. Some were genuinely sad to see you go. You? You were free. Free from all the people who did not appreciate you. Free to breathe. Free to finally build and stand up on your own. For your own self.

By the time you were 27, you were divorced and jobless. But not for long. You were a writer. Not many knew about this. This was a secret only few were aware of. You already had drafts of at least 7 Novels down along with a collection of short stories. All it took was a drunken pep talk from your best friend one fine night for you to take the leap and actually realize your childhood dream of being a writer.

Within 1 year your first book was published. By the time you were 30, you were already a successful writer with an actual fan base. Something that you didn't think would have happened. Like ever. But hey! You were not complaining. You were in a healthy space, both mentally and physically. Moreover, you were happy.

—xx—

Your writing career has taken you to places that you had never imagined. You were not only a celebrated author with millions of copies of books sold. Production houses were approaching you for the rights of your books. You were approached to develop ideas or stories that could be made into movies or series. Your last book, which was a hit among Young Adults, was now being converted into a series drama, specifically a K-Drama.

And that is how you find yourself in Seoul, at night in an upscale restaurant, with your agent, your best friend and the assistant from the production house that approached you, waiting for the manager to lead you to your table.

“Some VIP has arrived for dinner. The security wanted to make sure that they are safe and settled. It will not take that long.” Choi Dae informed you.

“We can wait for a while. Don’t worry” You had assured him. Bless Dae for being such a support for you and your friends, while you were in Korea. From the moment you and your friends had stepped out of the airport in Seoul to the present, he had been a constant support and cheerleader. You were thanking the almighty for bringing you to Choi Dae. You never had found such enthusiasm and support with any of your previous collaborators like you found with Dae and his team. Your agent, Laura, much to her and your own shock and surprise, had admitted that this collaboration was the easiest job that she had done.

“We, book agents, rarely find people who will satisfy our authors like that.” She had told you in the evening when you signed the deal of converting your book into a K-Drama. “Usually, there is a compromise, either in the storyline or characters or something else. And, if there are no issues there, then the money becomes the issue. You are lucky that Dae is onboard with the original plot and characters and the money is good.”

Yes, you were lucky. You knew it. Hence, you don't mind waiting for a few minutes to get to your table.

“Oh My God! It’s BTS.” Laura whispered beside you.

Your attention turned to the group of men that had walked in with security tailed behind them. You could hear screams of fans out in the front of the restaurant,where moments ago, it was practically empty.

“Guess they are the reason we are waiting.” Your best friend Peter muttered beside you.

The BTS were led by the manager to their table, and as they walked by your eyes met with one of them. It took you a moment to realize it was Suga.

—x—

“Let’s go out for dinner.” Hoseok had suggested when they ended their vocal training. “Maybe pamper ourselves with a fancy dinner for today’s hard work.”

Everyone had agreed to it, and Yoongi, though he would have preferred to be at home, did not object.

Ever since BTS had regrouped, they had been working hard on the new album. It would not be like any of their previous albums. These were the guys, who were in their late 20s and early 30s, with their experience as a solo artist and completing their mandatory military enlistments. They were grown up men. Their new music reflected the theme. Yoongi was excited. He believed that the ideas that they were working on, were much needed in the present times and was positive that they are going to have the biggest comeback. But, he was not a stranger to anxiety or the fear of losing, as his band mates felt. If Suga was quiet and reserved earlier, the current Suga is even more reserved, if it was even possible, as per Jimin’s observation.

So when they arrived at the restaurant, no one, not even The Great Suga, imagined that he was going to fall in love, that too at the very first sight. Who knew tonight will be the unraveling of all the walls and masks that Yoongi had held.

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Familiar Faces- A New Start part 3

Party in the woods, Elena just wants a normal night, Stefan meets Elijah and questions familiar faces while Elijah has his own issues, which seem to be multiplying.

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Zach’s words were still echoing through his head when he arrived at the party, he knew it was a risk given how many people and how many accidents that could happen, but he needed to know more before he could leave it to rest, he wanted to know her more.

Vampire hearing came in handy when learning if his presents was really wanted.

It didn’t take him too long to find her, he watched as Bonnie walked away before he decided to take his chance.

“Hi.” he greeted as she turned to find him.

“Hi.” she smiled back, despite the obvious fright he had given her.

Wide, innocent and real.

She wasn’t anything like Katherine.

—-

Elijah wasn’t a party person, well no, the sad thing was he preferred the stiff boring affairs that the founding families threw over drunken nights in the woods.

But he had given Elena his word, besides after arriving and splitting from Elena and Bonnie he had gone to show himself to Caroline and settle in for the night to follow Jeremy.

He might as well make use of the night, while also avoiding Bonnie who clearly wanted to ask him about the tea.

He should have known Grams was up to something, witches are stronger as a coven and Bonnie had a right to learn her family’s craft, but Elijah didn’t want to admit to her, and Elena, that he had been keeping a secret like this.

Also Elijah knows he’s not a normal witch and he doesn’t want whatever is different with him to affect Bonnie.

He was well aware it was a losing battle Sheila had age and experience on her side, she was very likely going to get what she wanted.

So instead of staying at home trying to find a reason he could tell Sheila and she would accept, he was at the back to school party in the woods nursing a beer, avoiding one of his oldest friends and following a little brother that was going to snap when he noticed.

The other reason he hated this thing, the same reason he always hated the woods, no matter how well he knew them, is that it left him with the faint memories of stalking through a thicker woods in furs and leather, a language he doesn’t- shouldn’t know climbing his throat.

Still those memories no matter how faint left him the knowledge on how to walk in the wood without making a noise, something that has annoyed the other as they grew up and currently which helped him follow Jeremy when he started walking away from the fires.

It didn’t take long until he picked up voices, well a voice.

“not here, not like this. No. I said no. I said no! Ow, that hurts!” a woman’s distressed voice carried.

Vicki.

“Hey, leave her alone!” Jeremy was already shouting when Elijah managed to catch up and saw what was happening.

Tyler stepped back to glare at Jeremy, Elijah tried to smother the anger and disappointment at his sort of friend.

Seriously not only letting drink push him into ignoring words like ‘no’ but Matt’s sister, Tyler deserved the punch he was going to get.

Whether it was from Vicki, Matt, himself or Jeremy.

“You know, you're starting to get on my nerves, Gilbert.” Tyler snapped,

“Just go, Tyler,” Vicki yelled, Tyler stepped away in almost confusion, did the drink make him deaf Elijah wondered or just thicker than normal. “get the hell away from me.

“Wow. Vicki Donovan says no. That's a first.” Tyler snapped nastily as he started to walk away

“You know if you did the same to Elena I'd break more than your nose,” he called out, his smile brightening as Tyler froze at his voice. Tyler was more than willing to push Jeremy around but he and Tyler knew each other’s secret even if they wished they didn’t, “How do you think Matt will take it?” Tyler twisted back around at the threat to his friendship to his best friend.

Elijah may have known Matt longer, since their moms were close but Matt and Tyler were closer, they simply had more in common.

“No one is telling Matt.” Vicki's voice pulled him from his staring match, he bowed his head to her to show he heard her. Tyler used that to leave.

“I didn't need your help.” she turned to him and Jeremy when the sound of Tyler was gone.

“It seems like you did.” Jeremy replied as Elijah kept quiet and watched the pair of them

“He was just drunk.”

“I'm drunk.”his brother replied, and seemingly forgetting Elijah, continued with “Am I throwing myself at you?”

“No, you're worse.You want to talk to me, get to know me, see into my soul and screw and screw and screw until you're done with me.” she said.

‘Wait what?’ Elijah thought, it seemed he had missed more than he had thought lately, ‘did Elena know about this’ he hadn’t thought he was that absent, maybe Elena and Caroline were a little right to worry about him if he had missed his little brother sleeping with Matt’s older sister.

Jeremy was still a kid.

He cut Jeremy off before he could say anything more.

“So it’s fine if he goes further with someone else, rape doesn’t count if the rapist was drunk?” he asked.

“It wasn-” she started to argue.

“It could have been.” he pushes, adding “hopefully next time he’ll remember this.”

“Why do you care, because Jeremy-”

“It has nothing to do with you sleeping with my fifteen year old brother, apparently,” he muttered the last word, ‘deal with that later’ he told himself, “it’s because you deserved better than that, because Tyler is better than that, because if that had happened it would have destroyed all three of you.”

He hoped the last comment of how it would affect Matt got to her, at least, if the one about her didn’t. He remembered staying at Matt’s when he was younger the way Vicki had been the one to make sure they had food and went to bed.

“What do the pair of you know of me?” she snapped as she walked away, Jeremy called after her but stopped at her snapped ‘NO’.

Elijah swallowed a half a dozen memories of hands on him, of pleas unlistened to or that never escaped past his lips, and stumbled away when Jeremy turned to look at him, he must have looked a sight if Jeremy let him go without calling him out on following him

They weren’t real, didn’t happen to him, he reminded himself

What did he know?

Nothing. That was the right answer.

By the time he gets to the bridge the thoughts are mostly gone until the sight of his twins chases the remnant away.

—-

Stefan has one hand over his eyes and is cursing himself for his lack of control when Elena’s voice brightens, and he hears a heartbeat approach behind him.

“Oh Stefan this is my twin-” she introduces, and Stefan’s heart hurts even knowing the name that was about to be spoken but the voice that speaks is an additional dagger to his heart.

“Elijah.” the boy finished offering a hand as he stepped beside him.

Stefan froze, the accent was different, modern, the voice deeper than his ever got but still something of the long dead boy, while he had seen him from a distance, up close it was undeniable.

‘What happened to Elijah Salavtore?’ Zach had asked and Stefan had shut him down because of his own guilt, had used Damon as an unspoken threat, he should have let him speak, there must have been a photo or more of Eli with them, Zach would have seen the Gilbert children grow.

Same name, same face, but Stefan’s brother had never lived past ten, he remembered his little brother’s body growing cold in his arms, smearing his blood on his still lips, hoping, praying he’d wake up.

He remembered placing the last book he had been reading, the one they had read together just days before, in his small hands on his still chest, wrapping him in his favourite blanket, the one Damon had brought him when he was seven, and remembering burying him outside.

Lying to Damon, telling him that father had already sent him away, taking Damon’s anger and resentment for making him turn because it was better than the sheer hate if Damon knew Stefan had killed their little brother or the feeling of being alone if he had let Damon die.

The boy smiled the same slightly crooked way Eli had, a lump formed in his throat, before he shook himself and took the hand quickly.

“Stefan.” he introduced himself.

“I’ve heard,” the boy- Elijah admitted “I also heard what you did in Tanner’s class.”

“It was nothing.” he tried,

“Elijah’s had a problem with him-” Elena started explained

“Just because he’s a teacher doesn’t give him the excuse to be rude” Elijah told them, clearly a well repeated line given the way Elena’s rolled her eyes, “and his habit of airing out his students private business should have had him removed-”

Stefan couldn’t stop himself from staring, sure he had heard Eli go on similar rants, another life ago.

Elijah clearly looked like he could go on until Elena stopped him.

“Elijah, could you go and check on Bonnie?” she asked, explaining more when he gave her a look, “She was doing her new physic thing and then she got weird and ran off.”

“Oh, alright.” Elijah gave him quickly, “nice meeting you Stef.” he called as he walked away.

“Stef? Strange Elijah’s only given nicknames to family before.” Elena muttered to herself. Stefan stared at the retreating back.

“Come and read with me, Stef.” Eli called.

“S-stef” Eli’s last word before Stefan and sunk his teeth into his neck and tore his throat open.

“Um, are you thirsty?” he asked, leaving before she answered “I'm gonna get us a drink.”

He needed to think.

Katherine and Eli.

Elena and Elijah.

Same faces but there was something strange.

Elena was different from Katherine, Elijah felt too much the same.

—

Something about Stefan was familiar, Elijah thinks as he walks away, mind torn about that mystery and the concern he felt when Elena had told him about Bonnie’s reaction.

Stefan felt like Elijah was used to seeing his face, but he had never met him, so why did Elijah feel like he has alway known him.

And Bonnie, Grams had invited her to tea because her powers were growing, she was the right age to start learning, Elijah had really hoped the physic joke from yesterday really was a joke.

It takes Elijah a little bit to find Bonnie, admittingly he could have cheated and tapped into Nature, easier since they were surrounded by it, but it wasn’t something he liked doing, even when Grams tells him repeatedly that it was normal and natural, since Nature always felt off to him.

Like it was judging him for something, part of him was alway expected to be cut off.

“Bonnie.” he called when he finally found her alone by a drinks table.

“Elijah?” she blinked when she noticed him.

“Elena said you-” he began as he picked out another bottle from the cooler.

“I was joking when i touched the bottle and-” she started

“You need to speak to your grams and believe her when she tells you.” he interrupts her before she can explain or attempt to laugh it off.

“What are you-” she cut herself off as she gave him a suspicious glare “This has something to do with your word-mind games over tea.”

“Remember i was nine when i learnt and they made me keep it a secret.“ he offered as an excuse, before he could add more a shout cut through the party and Elijah took off when he recognised it as Elena.

“Somebody help!”

—-

She was happily getting back into a conversion with Stefan when she saw Jeremy.

“God, you gotta be kidding me!” she almost growled

“What is it?” he asked

“My brother.” she explained

“Elijah?” he sounded alarmed as he looked around, which is an understandable reaction, Elijah had grown up very good at putting up a flawless mask. It was only those that knew him before that who knew how much the dreams and unnatural knowledge he had sometimes freaked him out.

“Younger.”

“The drunk one?” he queried as he noticed Jeremy.

“That would be the one. Excuse me.” she pulled away with an apologetic look.

“ Need some help?”

“Trust me, you're not going to want to witness this. Jeremy! Jeremy!“ she called as she followed him into the woods. “Jeremy, where the hell are you going?” she asked when they were away from the party.

“I don't want to hear it!” he said as he tried to ignore her

“Yeah, well, too bad!” she was saying when he tripped.

—

Elena cuts into the clearing with a nightmare following Vicki, bloodied, in Jeremy’s arms.

“Vicki? Vicki, what the hell?!” Matt shouts as he reaches his sister.

“What happened to her?” Tyler demands as he follows,

For a few seconds Elijah finds the world fading as flashes of red and screams take over his vision before Elena’s voice calls him back.

“It's her neck. Something bit her. She's losing a lot of blood.”

Elijah freezes at his twin’s words, eyes going to Vic’s bloodied neck, he grits his teeth at the sharp sting pulse at his own throat.

The sting didn’t vanish even when the wound was covered.

He should have drunk more, he thought selfishly, as Matt begged his sister to wake up

“Vicki, Vicki, come on, open your eyes, look at me.”

‘Nononono- brother, I just found you.’ An accented voice pleaded above him.

His dreams weren’t going to be pleasant tonight.

—-

Stefan wished he could be wholly happy to see his brothers, like a normal person, yet the sight of his little brother, or the same face as him, threatened to drown him in guilt, while his older brother smiling at him sent a rush of fear down his spine.

Because wherever he went there was death, and Stefan couldn’t let that ruin their lives.

Elena was different from Katherine, Elijah was alive.

Damon was the last thing Stefan needed, but there he was standing in his room fresh from attacking the girl.

At the party Elena was at, where Elijah was.

He wasn’t surprised to find Damon was here for Elena, almost relieved even though he knew it was going to be short lived.

This was just about the worst thing he wanted, now he couldn’t even question Zach about Elijah if he wanted to keep that secret and had to worry about Damon with Elena.

But Damon was going to see him, meet him if he was after Elena.

Twins, why were they twins?

Eli had been polite but almost distant with Katherine, pretty much cold considering how friendly his little brother normally was with people.

He had never even called her by her real name.

Always Katarina.

Why would he have been born alongside someone who looked just like her.

He should use this as a chance to explain to Damon, to admit what he had done to Eli, but he couldn’t even think of how he’d confessed the worst thing he had ever done.

He wished he could take comfort in the idea of one person Damon wouldn’t harm, but he couldn’t stop a stay thought that Daman could lash out at Elijah for not being Eli.

And there was the fact Damon clearly wanted to push him into drinking blood, something he could absolutely not risk.

He wasn’t sure he’d live with himself if he killed Elijah again.

—--

Elijah ignored the looks Jeremy was giving him, as he joined him with another beer.

“You okay?” Elena asked Jeremy as she came over to them, reaching out for his shoulder “I called Jenna, she's on her way.” She told them after Jeremy pulled away, Elijah leant towards her should their shoulders were resting together, trying to give her comfort as she spoke to Jeremy.

“Those people in uniforms, last time I checked, they're the police. People are going to stop giving you breaks, Jer. They just don't care anymore.” she admitted and Elijah swallowed another mouthful of beer as he knew what the next words were going to be.

“They don't remember that our parents are dead, because they've got their own lives to deal with. The rest of the world has moved on. You should try, too.

“I've seen you in the cemetery writing in your diary,” Jeremy replied, “Elijah spends most of his time hiding in his room, barely speaking. Is that--is that supposed to be you moving on?”

“Don’t Jeremy.” he tried, only for his words to vanish before he could add more

“Mom and Dad wouldn't have wanted this.” Elena said to them both.

Elijah ignored the ache of the reminder and the almost burning in his eyes of tears that never fell, and downed the rest of his bottle.

—-

Stef was safe, Stef would never hurt him, Eli didn’t even see him move before what should have been a familiar comforting feeling of being pulled to his big brother happened.

Instead Stef’s hands were too tight on his arms and he didn’t move back when Elijah pushed with all his strength.

Something touched his neck, sharp things dug in.

It hurt.

He tried to shout but nothing came out past choked grasps.

It hurt.

He had killed Tatia, just like this, it was fair.

Dam, Stef, help me.

Elijah woke with a silent scream, one hand going to the burning wound to find nothing, the other his phone to anchor himself to the real world outside his dreams.

Dreams where his big brother- where Stefan Salvatore killed him.

He twisted around to smother his face into his pillow and screamed.

After he managed to take a breath and calm himself he pushed himself out of bed to get a drink from the kitchen.

He had just finished the half a glass when a voice interrupted him.

“Er- sorry” he spun around at that voice, only stopping himself from dropping the glass by tightening his grip until his fingers hurt. “I was just leaving, I wanted to make sure you were all alright.” Stef- Stefan explained with a sheepish smile,

Stef, help me. Hands that were meant to be safe, holding too tight, hurting, he couldn’t escape.

His hand twitched as he fought against the urge to cover his neck.

“That’s kind of you,” he smiled, hoping it didn’t look as pained as he felt,

“Elijah, you ok?” Elena asked from next to Stefan.

“Nightmare.” he managed before leaving them with a wave and returning to his room.

He wasn’t running, he lied to himself.

Stefan wasn’t the one from his dream, because even if it was real, his best guess on that life was that it was over a hundred years ago.

This wasn’t like how he couldn’t bring himself to call Zach, Mr Salvatore, which he might have picked up about EJ after hearing something in earliest years and forgotten or the strange runes he could write sometimes after he woke which could be all made up.

This was the memory of Stefan killing him the same way Vicki was attacked.

This was something he might not be able to ignore.

#tvd #fic #Elena Gilbert #Elijah Mikaelson #Jeremy Gilbert #Bonnie Bennett #Matt Donovan #stefan salvatore #tyler lockwood #The Originals AU #tvd fanfiction #au- Familiar faces #fanfiction #the vampire diaries

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Big Boss, The Boss, Kazuhira Miller, Ocelot

AYYYY THIS TOOK LONGER THAN I THOUGHT. deleting the ‘thing that gives me secondhand embarrassment’ section bc i don’t really get that.

BIG BOSS

SEXUALITY: bisexual but it’s complicated because life circumstances haven’t really allowed him much exploration of sexuality. he’s the type of bisexual that’s consistently into one type of person (charismatic, strong-willed, independant, preferably good with guns) across genders.

OTP: bbkaz ofc but i do have several other ships (eva, roy, and python mostly).

BROTP: not sure if the boss counts as a ‘bro’ but their relationship is v important to me. if not bb+amanda is extremely underrated and very cute.

NOTP: paz but that’s not really a thing thankfully

FIRST HEADCANON THAT POPS INTO MY HEAD: he has perfect pitch but it’s completely wasted on him bc he has zero interest in or experience with music. he also doesn’t even know it’s a thing until kaz tries to tune his guitar for like ten minutes then goes to leave with it and bb is like “you know it’s still way off right” and when kaz sits back down to fix it, proceeds to half-assedly whistle him reference pitches while laying on his cot reading some book about military strategy. kaz shakes his head and is just like… yeah you WOULD be the one in ten thousand guy who can do this.

FAVORITE LINE: ohhh boy I have a lot, but “i was made to fight, i am a gun” and “no… the world is better off without snakes” are two top contenders that come to mind. also his entire mg2 speech.

WAY IN WHICH I RELATE: i’m also awkward with people, unfortunately unlike him i’m not inspiring enough to make up for it

CINNAMON ROLL OR PROBLEMATIC FAVE: hoo boy this meme is old isn’t it. problematic fave ofc but i do think he’s complex and that’s his entire appeal.

THE BOSS

SEXUALITY: bisexual but in a ‘considers herself straight and thinks of lesbian stuff as bosom friends’ kind of way because time period. she’s mostly uninterested in romance, it tends to find her rather than the other way around.

OTP: on one level i ship both strangeboss and joysorrow but on the other i have a hard time seeing either be truly requited on her end bc i headcanon she puts her country first to the point of it being detrimental to her personal relationships. strangeboss is also weird and complicated because the part of me that loves strangelove wants them to get married and be happy, the part of me that’s a canon purist acknowledges the reality that she talked to strangelove like she was someone else (implied to be jack) and like a child (so if that was a romantic conversation it has uncomfortable implications for the boss and jack’s relationship). so like… i love strangeboss but i feel like i am lying to myself if i think of it as being fully requited rather than a sort of very romantically charged friendship in which they toed the gay line real closely and that’s precisely why it fucked strangelove up the way it did.

BROTP: again not exactly bro but big boss. they mean so much to me.

NOTP: iiiiii don’t love seeing content of her with big boss bc they met when he was a kid and he flat out says she was like his mother, but i can’t exactly begrudge people who ship them on top of that bc there are some lines in canon with Uncomfortable Implications. none of it is concrete and it’s all ambiguously interpretable so i personally choose not to acknowledge it but like… it’s there.

FIRST HEADCANON THAT POPS INTO MY HEAD: ocelot was a drunken semi-mistake (her and sorrow were hooking up but generally used condoms) that she kept secret for as long as possible for fear her country would take the one thing she wanted for herself. she was only sent to normandy because they needed her that badly and she agreed to get a third trimester abortion but didn’t show up to get it. she didn’t exactly have a plan for how she was going to care for this baby given he was definitely going to be born in an active war zone but she did love him and intended to keep him.

FAVORITE LINE: i. feel like her entire end of mgs3 speech is such a cliche answer but it’s so fucking good.

WAY IN WHICH I RELATE: absolutely none lol

CINNAMON ROLL OR PROBLEMATIC FAVE: hard call but i’m going with problematic fave bc she very much died to perpetuate the military industrial complex and everyone in mgs is problematic except sunny.

KAZUHIRA MILLER

SEXUALITY: bisexual and it’s not complicated. he knows what he likes and goes after it, though men with a lot more caution because time period. he’s the kind of bisexual that’s into different types for men and women. women, adoring ones that will pander to his ego preferably with big tits, although spicy slap-slap-kiss types are a runner up. men, jock types with nice pecs and a tight ass. he’s a horny bastard tho so he’s often willing to take whatever he can get.

OTP: bbkaz, though i also ship vkaz (fucked up only, not fluff) and kazeva. bb/kaz/eva underrated tbh.

BROTP: solid snake? again not a bro exactly but i’m very invested in their mentorship in all of its half genuine but also using him as a tool glory.

NOTP: nothing i hate, just stuff i can’t see happening

FIRST HEADCANON THAT POPS INTO MY HEAD: he had pretty wild college years bc as soon as he didn’t have the constant responsibility of being a caretaker for his mom and was all by himself in a college environment, he exploded the other way with all the recklessness, irresponsibility, and rebellion he wasn’t able to have before. this included doing all the drugs available during peak hippie years and finding out he’s bisexual under the influence. i don’t disagree with the common headcanon that he’d go right for drugs if they were offered to him, i just hc he got most of that out of his system before he even made it to colombia. pot, LSD, shrooms, obetrol, amphetamine inhalers, etc. fun facts amphetamines were not illegal until 1970, you could just fucking buy amphetamine inhalers for allergies over the counter and a mixture of adderall and meth (obetrol) was widely sold as a prescription diet pill. anyway i don’t think coke would be his first rodeo.

FAVORITE LINE: “loneliness is something that seeps into the cracks of your heart, boredom is what causes those cracks to appear” in mg2. the implications hurt so much.

WAY IN WHICH I RELATE: high five for childhood bullying and being an endless fountain of trivia about things like the history of amphetamines.

CINNAMON ROLL OR PROBLEMATIC FAVE: problematic fave lmfaooooooo. he’s complex and i love him but imo fandom often latches onto his more sympathetic qualities while downplaying the terrible ones.

OCELOT

SEXUALITY: gay as all fuck. despite time period he’s fine with it, he knows he’s a deviant.

OTP: i’m not emotionally invested but ocelot being in love with big boss is just a fact. like the *straightest possible interpretation* for his actions is an asexual with a lifelong soul-deep obsession, and imo that is a stretch with the russian tuant and comparing himself to quiet.

BROTP: i wish we’d seen him and zero working together more, i feel like the dynamic would have been super interesting. patriots era game when.

NOTP: nothing i particularly hate

FIRST HEADCANON THAT POPS INTO MY HEAD: he’s a sadomasochist, in addition to the sadism he also gets off on getting hurt himself, but only by someone he carefully vets first. he is also super into bloodplay. i don’t read much ocelot fic but i would be surprised if this isn’t a common one.

FAVORITE LINE: “you’re pretty good” being his last words in mgs4 always gets me

WAY IN WHICH I RELATED: hahaha no

CINNAMON ROLL OR PROBLEMATIC FAVE: cinnamon roll, ocelot has never done anything wrong in his life ever, all the backstabbing and terrorism and brainwashing and torture and possible rape was a long series of unfortunate misunderstandings. he’s actually a PTA mom at his dog’s school, does pilates on the weekend, and volunteers at his local church.

#mgs #ask

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multistoty · 1 year

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hope and Kaven

@headsxwillxroll

The air tasted like wonder. Like candied butterfly wings caught in sugared spiderwebs, and drunken peaches coated in luck.Wonderland felt like grandest show on land or by sea. Inside you’ll experience more wonders than most people see in a lifetime. You can sip magic from a cup and buy dreams in a bottle. But before you fully enter into our world, you must remember it’s all a game.Every person has the power to change their fate if they are brave enough to fight for what they desire more than anything.Dreams that come true can be beautiful, but they can also turn into nightmares when people won't wake up.The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We forget that the blackness is not a blanket; we forget that the sun will soon rise. But in the moment, at least, we feel brave enough to say things we’d never say in the light.Sometimes your heart is the only thing worth listening to.Fascinating, isn't it, how often heroic and foolish turn out to be one and the same.She is a rose. Lovely on the eyes, yes, but such thorns are not to be ignored.It was difficult to be polite when you wanted to run away.Timid or arrogant, Charming or infuriating, and the princess was falling, falling, falling.It is much wiser to let your inner beauty shine through a drab gown than to attempt to conceal it with physical accoutrements.hope wondered if that youthful face had ever seen a true smile. her heart is not a game piece, to be played and discarded at will even if it was being used as a pawn. Why not bring herself to a fellow immortal winning the game under the table? The mikealson heir become rather fond of fools and acostumed to nonsense. He was all brush stroke features and shining angles in the dancing moon light.She stole glimpses of him again and again, like gathering unsatisfying crumbs in hopes they could be re-formed into a cake. Her heart was still a little heavy, but she'd decided carrying it around would only maker her stronger. He smelled of magic and heartbreak, and something about the combination made her think that despite what he claimed, he wanted to be her hero. Arrogant. Overconfident. Vain. Impossible. She hated the way he refused to leave her alone, how he took her insults the same way other boys might take a compliment, and that his interest in her was clearly only part of his role. And yet she could never seem to push him away. The onyx haired boy was probably not her father’s first choice in companion, but he had something to say beyond those furrowed brows and starlight cutting orbs. Why not play with someone who made their own rules? Who smiled like a villain and moved like a hero?She loved the feeling of doing something bold enough to make her future hold its breath while she closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation that she’d made a choice with the power to alter the course of her life. The auburn haired Mikealson heir might have held a tidal wave of morality, but it didn’t stop her from accessing the snarky side. Now, she was a moth and would eat silk if necessary to have her wings. Ringed ivory fingers toyed with the heavy silk of his playing cards. Kraven clearly someone with an affinity for understated luxury. she was grateful for her maids more muted red dress with less polish and tightened corset. Besides, better not to be seen at the moment. A fond challenge danced in her bright blue orbs as she leaned back in one of the mismatched chairs. The fire had at first threatened to melt her in it, but now warmed her skin like an old friend. “How about a wager my friend?”

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mistyfms · 1 year

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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐍

PHEOBE TONKIN | THIRTY | CISFEMALE. welcome to san francisco, MISTY DONOVAN! just to make sure, you go by SHE/HER, right? okay, great. i just have a few questions for you before i can let you go.. how long have you been here for? EIGHTEEN YEARS. where are you currently living? DOWNTOWN. what’s your current occupation? BURLESQUE DANCER at/of DNA LOUNGE but what’s your dream occupation? MUSICIAN. wow! interesting. is there a secret that we can keep between you and i? SHE HAS NOT GOTTEN OVER THE DEATHS OF HER PARENTS AND BELIEVES THAT EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING IS TEMPORARY. lastly, this is a bit of a random question but … what’s your favorite song? EDGE OF SEVENTEEN by STEVIE NICKS & that’s all they wrote, friend! we can’t wait to see you around the golden city! LOVED BY MEL.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.” — Warsan Shire

TRIGGER WARNING: drug addiction, pregnancy, death, grief, cancer, car accident

BIOGRAPHY

Misty Donovan was practically born on a tour bus — born to a vocalist and a guitarist of mediocre fame. She was never supposed to be, never supposed to walk the earth but after a drunken night left rock goddess Caroline Summers staring at two little lines, she couldn’t help but wonder if it meant something. She was lucky in the sense that tough as nails guitar player Striker Donovan thought the same thing. The two were never meant for a domestic lifestyle, whirlwinds taking the shape of people. And Misty truly became the personification of her parents. The greater her parents band got, the less and less she traveled with them. She had school now, even if Misty couldn’t help but wonder if this was an excuse for them to avoid responsibility for her. Perhaps at the time it had been, although more subconscious than realized. Striker and Caroline cared, but they had never expected to be parents, never truly having parents themselves.

When she was fourteen, Misty’s father passed away in a car accident. It was a reality that she wasn’t quite sure how to face, not quite sure how to grieve a man that she barely knew. She would learn later that his experience with addiction had been one he fought in silence, very few knowing the truth. Some used to say that it came with the territory of being a rock god, when in reality he was a man who turned to drugs to face the demons of both his past and present. It was then when Caroline made the decision to finally be a mother, the band disbanded and she returned to her San Fransisco home. Caroline could barely call it that, home, at least for the first few years.

Throughout her life, Misty had displayed quite the talent for music — just like her mom and dad. With a voice that sounded like it had seen a thousand lifetimes and armed with her guitar, played like the greatest weapon, Misty thought she would be unstoppable. Just before Misty graduated her mother was diagnosed with cancer: stage four. Knowing that Misty had lost enough time with her, she made the decision not to finish college and work — fight to make sure that her mother would never have to worry that she wouldn’t have someone in her corner. When she wasn’t playing at a gig in some sleazy bar or dancing at the DNA Lounge, a job she took two years back, she was caring for her or spending time at her side. The battle would be won for a while, but after a shocking resurgance — Caroline knew she didn’t have much fight left in her.

When her death came six months ago, Misty had tried to convince herself that she made peace with her losses but she most certainly has not. She walks through her day to day life as if wandering through a haze, from work, to home, to work again. It appears music is the only thing that she has left to cling to, trying her hardest to churn out songs but to her: none of them really mean anything. To her, at least. Some of her songs are an extended hand for help, reaching out to find some kind of solace in a world full of pain. An ode to shallow love stories that ended in inevitable heartbreak. Screaming at the world that had given her hell.

HEADCANONS

Can often be found taking a smoke break behind the lounge, writing songs from the comfort of her apartment, at a gig in the nightlife circuit, nursing a drink likely at any of the local dive bars ( she certainly isn’t picky — a drink’s a drink ), or dancing the night away at Oasis.

Has a King Charles Spaniel named Axel, who she would die for.

Comes off as confident when she could not be more insecure. Especially for the past few months, she has felt like she is drowning. After a lifetime of pushing people away, she is fighting to bring people in.

Learning to grow a couple kind bones in her body here and there and they are coming with time. They are frail, but they exist.

Lives in the same worn in leather jacket -- one of her fathers that her mother gave to her shortly before she died.

When I think of Misty's voice, I think of Stevie Nicks and the women along that vein. Very gravely, crooning.

Lives in a very disorganized apartment in Downtown San Fransisco... I imagine it looking very similar to her mind - cluttered.

Has nine different tattoos and plans on getting more: A cloud of mist to represent her name on the inside of her left arm, several music notes on her fingers, "Gold Dust Woman" in her mother's handwriting just above her heart and just below her collarbone, a treble clef on the back of her neck that is hidden by her hair, a large dragon piece around her spine, a small axe on the upper portion of her left leg to represent her dog Axel, a medium sized spider piece on the outside of her right leg, a flame on the right side of her lower abdomen after a song of her dad's he wrote for her called "Firecracker," and her most recent one: "01.01" on her right forarm - her mother's birthday.

MORE TO COME.

PLAYLIST

Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks

All These Things That I've Done - The Killers

Everlong - Foo Fighters

Liability - Lorde

Rock You Like a Hurricane - Scorpions

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

Cherry Bomb - Joan Jett and The Blackhearts

Barracuda - Heart

Judas - Lady Gaga

Power and Control - MARINA

EAT ME - Demi Lovato

I Just Might Crack - The Makers

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Coworkers

Friends

Roommate

Love Interest

Friends with Benifits

Exes

Any! I'm flexible and ready to right lots of super awesome stuff with you all.

** Connections page will be coming soon - when I'm not being a lazy little shit.

#golden city : intro #misty donovan.#misty donovan // about.

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purpleyin · 2 years

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Stranger Things 1-3 thoughts

This is one of those shows I've been into for some time but not quite gotten into fandom for until lately. Used to be I just binged a season by myself and then later on arranged a rewatch with friends. I recommended it to people but the most discussion I did was the IRL rewatching of it rarely. I had feels about Jopper since like the pilot ep and read/lurked those fics a few years ago but otherwise didn��t do much. I think I made precisely 1 ST moodboard in like 2019 for Joyce because I love her character and Winona plays her so well. It wasn’t until I ended up seeing Stoncy (Steve/Jonathan/Nancy) stuff regularly for polyamships that I started to think about that OT3 potential, reading some fic for them and then doing some art for the OT3. I’ve ended up getting more and more into that ship and majorly back into the show + joining the Stoncy server, which meant I had somewhere to go talk about S4, but there are no S4 spoilers in this post. I actually did a s1-2 rewatch back in January and s3 in March when I was doing a lot of Stoncy moodboards for Multiamory March, but I failed to do a post like I intended either time, so here’s some belated thoughts on the first three seasons.

Overall I think the thing that impresses me most about the show is how they pace it and how they always have at least 3 separate plots that converge for the finale. But also, so many good characters. Plus the family feels and the friendship feels - I can’t recall that many shows where I felt like they did friendships justice. S3 wasn’t quite so good on that - poor ignored Will who just wanted to play DnD and nobody wondering where Dustin was for most of it - but mostly it does. Shipping wise, my 1st OTP was Jopper, but I enjoyed Joyce/Bob in S2 too. I don’t often have NOTPs but Joyce/Lonnie would be one, as is Ted/Karen, I hope she divorces him by the end of the show. When I originally watched I wasn't entirely sold on Jancy or Stancy to be honest but as an OT3 I'm here for it.

S1 was very solid so I liked a lot and only really had 2 issues with that I recall. 1 was when Jonathan and Nancy cut their palms to use blood to attract the demogorgon. The theory is sound and it makes for cool scars to hark back to in s2, but you should not be cutting the palms of the hands you need to hold weapons in afterwards. Would’ve been way more sensible to cut forearms or somewhere, anywhere, else than palms. Anyhoo. The 2nd thing that bugged me a lot was Flo’s line to Nancy after Jonathan gets arrested following the alley fight with Steve, the whole ‘only love makes someone that damn crazy and that damn stupid’. Why does it bug me? Because it wasn’t really Nancy’s honour Jonathan is defending in the fight. He holds back until Steve starts on the taunts about Will and his family. Now, I know Flo wouldn’t know that, and she’d just be saying it based on past experience that people are usually being idiots for love (or money, perhaps), but it’s a writing choice. And as a writing choice it feels like it’s dismissing Jonathan being protective of his brother and redirecting it into having a big Romantic Moment meaning to fuel possible Nancy/Jonathan and it rubs me the wrong way since that wasn’t what spurred him to fight.

S2 I remember being so argh at Dustin lying about dart, keeping a secret from the party, because I thought he would know better but I guess he was blinded by excitement and a bit of ego about his discovery and then poor mews paid the price. Poor poor mews. Also the fact that the Nancy/Steve breakup wasn’t really explicit, though it certainly seemed likely after her drunken admission, and then she’s with Jonathan. That felt a bit weird, but then so did the whole Jonathan taking pics of Steve and Nancy in S1 and I think fandom seems to collectively overlook those things mostly so... Love Nancy’s determination to get justice for Barb and give her parents closure but Murray’s meddling with Jonathan/Nancy I just sigh at, least favourite scene of S3. Not exactly fond of the same style returning with Murray’s comments on Joyce/Hopper’s sniping in S3 either. I don’t mind Murray other than that, he’s a bit grating but I’d just like him not to be the writer’s version of a cynical cupid trying to push people together. It would be nice if people just organically realised things or the plot pushed them together instead another characters literal prodding the issue.

S3 plotwise was fun but oh boy the relationship stuff. The kids being bad at it makes sense - though less of the women are mystery creatures narrative would’ve been nice even if it is period appropriate - but Hopper I thought would do better and felt OTT in so many of his reactions. There’s some recent headcanons I’ve been thinking about that I think make more sense of how over the top he was, but it’s painful to watch some of his scenes and made me like Hop less during S3 half the time. Also, I think Karen deserves better than Ted Wheeler but no thank you to the creepy Karen/Billy flirting from S2 that came back with a vengeance S3 for an affair that was only just averted by plot reasons. He’s legally an adult (by S3 at least) sure, but not that much older than Nancy, and it feels like they were playing it off as ‘okay’ because he’s the seducer to play into Karen’s fantasy of being desired by someone again. They even went so far as to make the cover art for her romance novel she’s reading in the bath one episode of S2 to look rather like Billy. Other S3 stuff: Robin & Steve duo was great and I would’ve been onboard for their ship if it had happened but it being ‘straightbaited’ was something of a nice change and yay for an unexpected pleasant surprise to have canonically gay character. Scoops Troop together was fun but Erica really wasn’t wrong about the child endangerment. Felt so much for Will this season since no one seems to be thinking about him and he just gets more and more, rightly, angry at being dismissed. I love that we got a Karen and Nancy bonding moment. Joyce and Hop investigating duo was heart eyes until Hop gets majorly whumped, but lol and wow at Joyce having to drag him out of there after. Joyce figuring out the magnets and going to Scott Clarke also pretty fun too. I keep wanting Joyce to get a new job, because she clearly has skills that are not being used at Melvalds. In general, seeing Steve out of his high school setting was a nice change to see he’s not always on top of things. Alexei was fun too and still sad at him dying. The horror of it, how massively affected the town was by s3, that really stuck out because before then it’d only seemed to affect a handful.

I think the other thing that stood out in S3 was the Jonathan/Nancy argument - that hurt to watch too. But I like it because they are both right, just arguing at cross purposes. Nancy is totally right that the newspaper guys don’t respect her and nothing she does is gonna change it, the game is rigged against her, which Jonathan can’t apparently see. And she’s oblivious to his concerns, because he needs the job, unlike her, because she’s been so privileged to grow up not wanting for anything, not having to a be an adult before her time like he has, working to help his family. Anyhow, I will do some s4 ep thoughts sometime soon, though probably going 1 ep per post because I had so many thoughts on watching those for the first time.

#stranger things #stranger things season 1 #stranger things season 2 #stranger things season 3 #hans watches stuff

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brandywine-tomatoes · 3 years

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Lightsaber Trials

Bad Batch Fluff

Prompt chosen by my wife @icedcoffee101

Masterlist

TW: arguing/bickering, a few dark implications here and there, ms. tano not leaving the jedi order, Ahsoka saving the day

Word count: 2163

Prompt/Inso: #4 from my list: Fun times with a lightsaber

QUICK NOTE: BSL stands for Basic Sign Language, and yes I made it up

“Why exactly are we giving our debriefings on Coruscant?” Crosshair asked, the question directed beside him at Hunter who was fiddling with a datapad. Something about booking landing zones?

“The Jedi want to meet us in person apparently,” Tech, who was bringing the Havoc out of hyperspace, answered instead.

“Haven’t we met them already?”

“It’s statistically impossible for us to meet-”

“I didn’t ask what was statistically impossible,” he sat forward in his seat. “I asked why we’re debriefing on Coruscant.”

“They ask squads to report to Coruscant whenever they feel it’s necessary,” Echo said from the co-pilot's chair.

“That must waste a lot of time,” Wrecker piped in from behind them all.

“The jedi just love to control everything,” Cross mumbled and sat back up, crossing his arms.

“I doubt you’d get away saying that around them.”

“Well then it’s a good thing we haven’t landed yet.”

“Will you ever stop being so condescending to authority?” Echo turned to face him.

“Guys,” Hunter interjected. “Enough.”

Echo rolled his eyes and turned back to help Tech land the ship.

“We have better things to do than meet the people who send us to die every day,” Cross wryly concluded. He got up and went to open the hatch. The bright Coruscant sun blinded him for a few seconds as he stepped out onto the tarmac, the rest of the batch following closely.

They lined up and stood at attention for the general approaching from the Jedi temple.

“At ease Clone Force 99, welcome to Coruscant,” Jedi General Plo Koon greeted them. “I assume you know why you’ve been called here.”

“Yes, general,” Hunter answered.

“There will be an evaluation of the mission's report and of course an extensive debrief...” Plo Koon went on about how the day would shape out for the batch and what was expected of them, Hunter nodding at every word beside him while the rest of the batch followed in their path.

“You’d think they’d be more efficient,” Crosshair mumbled to himself.

“Trust me, CT-9904, this is the most efficient and effective system for assessing clone squads,” Plo Koon turned to look at a flustered Crosshair.

He nodded and muttered an apology.

“Just through here, it won’t take an obscene amount of time I’m sure,” the general gestured to a doorway as they climbed the staircase of the temple.

---

“‘It won’t take an obscene amount of time’ he says. ‘This is the most efficient and effective system’ he says,” Crosshair complained on the way back to the Havoc.

The bustling city around the temple went on as the sun was crawling towards the horizon, casting a wave of deep orange over the little part of Coruscant. The clones walked wearily back to their ship, completely exhausted from the assessment and debriefing. The helmets under their arms were close to falling out of their grips as every step took more energy out of them.

“It could’ve been worse,” Wrecker tried to reason.

“Worse? What could’ve been worse than that!”

“Being court marshalled, decommissioned, reconditioned-” Echo started rhyming out, counting on his left hand.

“You know what I mean!” He threw his free arm in the hair.

Echo smirked. His favourite game was messing with Crosshair, it was just so easy, it was always an effortless achievement.

Tech was lagging behind the others, too busy sorting through his notes from the assessment on his datapad to contribute to whatever Echo and Cross were arguing about. Though, he wasn’t so tuned out that he missed the small cylinder his foot kicked. The metal tube made a small jostling sound as it rolled a couple feet away from Tech. He’d studied them enough to know what it was on sight. A lightsaber.

Not uncommon on temple grounds, but very uncommon just lying on the tarmac. Such a crucial part of the Jedi religion would never be left without its user nearby. He looked left, looked right, nothing but perfectly lined up ships on either side. No jedi to claim it, no general there to see him maybe...

He quickly picked it up and stuffed it in his satchel. What could happen? A Jedi would need to make another one, boohoo. They’ve made them for thousands of years, their stash wouldn’t deplete. The religion would survive, the temple would still stand, the war would go on. Who cares if he gets to study a lightsaber up close? He was becoming as giddy as a cadet. Who ever got to study a lightsaber other than their creators and the wielders?

As soon as they were in hyperspace, he whipped it out and started examining the intricate designs and mechanisms. Tech had fiddled with it for a solid couple of hours, trying to open up the hilt, before Wrecker noticed Tech had been weirdly quiet during their hyperspace trip.

“What is that?” He asked, pointing to it for emphasis.

Everyone turned to look at where Wrecker was pointing. Tech slowly raised his gaze from the small tool in his hand that was previously trying to pry open the hilt. His feet were on the seat, his eyes level with his knees and various small tools were balanced on them.

They stared at him, at first, with fear for their own skins. Then it turned to frustration. They all knew Tech wasn’t one to let go of something he wanted to study, but this definitely crossed a line.

“Tech,” Hunter said slowly, like he was coaxing a clanker into submission.

Tech sprang from his seat and darted down the Havoc, the rest of the Batch quickly following.

“Tech!”

He spun around and the green blade ignited from the hilt in his hand. Everyone jumped back immediately, hands held up in surrender. Tech practically threw it away from him in surprise. The polished dark metal hilt clattered to the ground and the green plasma retracted, leaving the crew in an adrenaline-filled silence.

Then all hell broke loose.

“What the absolute fuck were you thinking!” Echo yelled, not so much a question.

“It was just lying there!”

“You can’t just go around taking lightsabers whenever you damn well please!”

“But no one was using it-”

“We were at a Jedi fucking temple, Tech!” Echo threw his arms in the air.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it,” Wrecker tried reasoning.

“Really! He didn’t mean anything by it! Stealing a fucking lightsaber isn’t nothing!” Echo was fuming angry. “We could get in so much trouble, do you understand that!”

“Enough Echo, we all know how serious this is,” Hunter interjected.

“I don’t think you do!” He took a step towards Hunter, his fist shaking.

“Echo, they’ll know it’s a misunderstanding, it isn’t like they’re going to execute us,” he tried lightening the tension, but it seemed to only make it worse.

Echo looked at all of them with a dark look on his face. “You’re all lucky I have strings I can pull.”

“And what are those, exactly?” Crosshair smugly asked.

“I know people, and most of them own me favours.”

Echo dug through his belt of pouches to retrieve a single commlink.

“Oh yeah, we’re all saved,” Cross mumbled, walking back up the aisle to the cockpit, conveniently where the lightsaber was sitting.

“Rex, we have a problem,” he spoke into the comm, leaning against one of the bunks.

A few tension-filled seconds passed.

“Oh no, do I want to hear this?” Rex’s staticky voice filled the silence.

“Probably not, is Commander Tano with you?”

“Uh, yeah, hold on.”

The comm went silent for longer, everyone growing restless.

“Great plan, your reg Captain ditched you,” Cross said from the isle, no one noticing him examining the polished dark metal hilt.

“Echo? What’s up, what happened?” Ahsoka’s calm voice floated through the comm.

“You remember that place with the thing that one time and the promise you made?” Echo’s lips twitched up in amusement.

“Oh god, don’t remind me,” she groaned. “What do you need? How can I help?”

He gave Tech an irritated look. “Well, we accidentally stole a lightsaber-”

“Accidentally? How do you accidentally steal a lightsaber?”

“It’s a long story. Can you maybe just... I don’t know, work the force in our favour?”

She sighed fondly. “Who do I need to talk to?”

“I like her,” Wrecker tried to whisper.

Echo glared at him. “General Plo Koon.”

“I’ll holo him right now- oh wait, oh shit,” the crew heard Ahsoka ignite one of her lightsabers and deflect a couple blaster bolts. She shouted orders to Rex and the other clones who sounded like they were taking heavy fire.

“Slight inconvenience, I’ll have to holo him later. This won’t take long,” she shouted over the intense fire. “I’ll talk to you later Echo.”

The comm went silent and Echo looked worried sick.

“She’ll be fine, she’s a jedi. They don’t need anyone else’s help,” Crosshair bit out as he looked for the ignition button on the lightsaber.

“I guess- wait, Cross, what are you-”

The green sabre shot out, startling everyone except Crosshair who looked pleased with himself.

He spun it around in his right hand, getting used to the weight. “These are pretty cool.”

Hunter rolled his eyes. “Quit it Crosshair, they aren’t toys.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” he tried to spin it in front of him, doing a terrible imitation of the jedi.

“Cross-”

As soon as he tried to switch the blade to his left hand, the plasma sliced through the thin aiming plate attached to his shoulder. The thin plastoid plate clattered to the ground and everyone burst out laughing while Crosshair looked absolutely heartbroken, his gaze never leaving the sliced armour.

He pushed the button on the hilt and the blade retracted. The thick tension evaporated and everyone walked up the aisle to the cockpit, patting Cross on the shoulder and chuckling to themselves.

“Switching course back to Coruscant then?” Tech asked, amusement still edged in his voice.

Hunter took his seat behind Tech. “Let’s just hope Commander Tano keeps her promise."

---

“We are incredibly sorry for the inconvenience, it won’t ever happen again,” Hunter practically followed Plo Koon out the temple and into the gardens like a sad puppy. The Batch held in their chuckles at his behaviour, all of them purely relieved Ahsoka holoed him in time.

“There’s no inconvenience, Sargeant. The padawan who owns this sabre learned a valuable lesson.”

The group walked around a cement corner to see a little twi'lek sobbing, holding her face in her hands as another padawan had an arm around her shoulders.

“Sapher.”

Her head shot up and ran to the group, seeing her hilt in Plo’s hand.

“You know not to leave this lying around,” the general knelt on the cement.

She nodded profusely, stray tears dripping down her cheeks.

“You’ve learned your lesson, Sapher?”

She nodded again. The general offered her the blade and she snatched it up, overlooking it with a keen eye. Tech felt a little bad for the scratches he made in the metal while trying to pry it open.

The kid must’ve put 2 and 2 together to figure out the clones decked out in red and black armour were the ones who returned it. She started moving her hands and arms around in precise movements, trying to convey her thanks.

“Uh, Tech, do you know what she’s doing?” Hunter whispered.

“You don’t understand BSL?” Tech rolled his eyes. “You wouldn’t survive a day without me. She says she’s eternally grateful and she’ll always be indebted to us in the simplest terms, she’s using quite advanced phrases I doubt you’d understand.”

The girl looked very pleased with herself at his compliment and signed something back to Tech. They conversed for a few seconds more before she handed him a small circular piece of matte metal. He signed a goodbye and she ran back to her friend to tell her all about her new allies.

“We best be going then,” Hunter said to Plo Koon. They bid their thank yous and goodbyes and soon enough, they were finally en route to their next mission without any detours.

“What was that disk she gave you?” Echo asked.

“A holo. For once, I think we have an ally amidst the jedi ranks.”

“A holo that small? Impossible.”

Tech smiled slightly. “Very limited production, I’ve only heard about them from comm chatter.”

“How touching,” Cross sarcastically added, fiddling with a toothpick between his lips.

“You’re just sour cause you don’t have a levelling plate anymore,” Echo chuckled, turning his attention back to the controls.

“We’ll find someone to get it fixed,” Hunter cut in, not wanting another argument to break out.

“Fates forbid you don’t have the best sniper in the GAR watching your back.”

“From today's events, I’m not so sure I want you watching my back at all,” Echo jokingly mumbled.

Cross stood up. “Why you little-”

Hunter blew a fuse. “Enough already!”

A/N: This took so much fuc-fricking time to write!! I thought it was gonna be maybe 500, maybe 700 words, but I ended up with a 2000 word fic. Life just does that to you ig.

ANYWAYS, I hope y'all liked it, I loved writing that little Rex and Ahsoka cameo. I do want to note that this is after they rescued Echo from the Techno Union, but it's many months before the events of the Seige of Mandalore. It's also kinda a fix-it fic?? I wanted to bring ahsoka in and I was just so excited to do so that I forgot she wasn't part of the order during this time... WHOOPS

(Don't forget to drink some water right now and go eat a snack, you deserve it so much bestie ❤️❤️)

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Bagels and Bites

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Synopsis: Sebastian likes to flirt with you in interviews

Masterlist

It all started when you met him on The Late Late Show.

“How are you all feeling tonight?” James asked you and Sebastian Stan as you sat on the guest couch.

“I’m excited.” You beamed as Sebastian rested his arm on the couch behind you.

“So am I. We should probably talk about this later,” Sebastian smiled directly at you, “but we’ve been wanting to meet each other for a long time.”

“Have you?” James chuckled.

“No.” You laughed and playfully hit Sebastian in the chest. “We had one interaction on Twitter and he thinks there’s something between us.”

“It was a very flirty interaction.” Sebastian clarified. “There were sparks flying all over those tweets.”

“So this is your first time actually meeting?” James asked. “Even though you’re in the marvel movies together?”

“It’s weird. I haven’t met half the cast.” You shrugged. “I’ll meet everyone else once the press tour starts but so far I’ve only met the people I’ve filmed with. Just Chris, and Chris, and um, oh yeah. Chris.”

You looked down and smiled to yourself when you heard Sebastian laughing at your joke. Even though you’d never met him, you’d always liked him. It was a well known secret on the Internet that you were his celebrity crush, since he was so inclined on bringing it up in almost every interview of his. Being face to face for the first time now, you were feeling a little intoxicated from his charm. Well, his charm and the white wine you’d been sipping on.

“I hope they stop putting me with Mackie and start putting me with Y/n once this press tour starts.” Sebastian said after taking a sip of his wine. “I love him but I can’t keep babysitting him at 8 in the morning. I’d like to wake up to someone who looks a little more like this one.”

“I know what you mean.” You agreed. “He would show up to set every morning all ready to go and I’m like dude, give me a few hours for my personality to arrive.”

“I was so mad that he got to film with you and I didn’t.” Sebastian shook his head. “We finally get cast in a movie together and we’re never in the same scene.”

“Well,” you put your hand on his knee and patted it, “we’re meeting now. Lucky you.”

“Yeah.” He smirked at you. “Lucky me.”

“Now, Sebastian.” James reminded you both that he was there. “I heard a rumor that you have a little crush on Y/n.”

“Well, I try not to pay attention to rumors.” Sebastian waved his hand. “But that ones pretty accurate.”

“Oh my God.” You put your hand over your heart, which was about to beat out of your chest, and laughed.

“It’s true. I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, but I feel like I’ve seen you all my life. And here you are in person and you look so great.” Sebastian said through a shy smile. You laughed in shock at his compliment and looked down at your lap.

“You’re fully going for it.” James laughed at how bold Sebastian was being.

“You’re not being a very good wingman.” You teased James as you took a long sip of your drink. The more alcohol you had in you, the easier it would be to flirt with the incredible attractive man next to you.

“I was never known for that.” James agreed. “But I heard your brother is a pretty good one, isn’t he?”

“Oh My God.” You groaned, knowing exactly what James was referring to. “He’s not.”

“What happened?” Sebastian wondered, never taking his eyes off you.

“I took my brother to the Oscars with me last year and we happened to be sitting next to Jake Gyllenhaal.” You explained. “And the whole night, he’s telling Jake about how I used to be in love with him when I was a kid. If there weren’t a bunch of cameras around us, I would’ve rung his neck.”

“So I’m assuming you and Jake aren’t the next celebrity power couple?” James teased.

“We are not.” You shook your head. “I can confidently say that I was still single.”

“I was just gonna and say, there’s still hope for us.” Sebastian gestured between the two of you. You opened your mouth in shock before biting down on your tongue. You playfully hit Sebastian again, signally that you were just as interested as he was.

“You’re really going for it.” James pointed out. “I must say, wow.”

“Why not?” Sebastian grinned. “This is the time.”

“You are pretty cute, I just wanna say.” You flirted back for the hell of it. Sebastian laughed in surprise before covering his face with his hands. You laughed as well as he hunched over to hide his face.

“He’s actually gone red now!” James pointed at him. “He was so sure of himself and now he’s all red.”

“Leave him alone.” You pouted as you rubbed Sebastians back. Sebastian sat back up and rubbed his face with his hands.

“Yeah.” Sebastian said assertively as he wrapped an arm around you. “Leave me alone. I’m trying to flirt here.”

“How would you ask her on a date, then?” James asked. “Since you’re so in love with her.”

“Like this.” Sebastian said as he turned to you “Ce faci?”

“Would you bite me in the neck?” You asked, catching him completely off guard. He took his arm away and laughed in shock at your words.

“Oh my God.” He chuckled as he looked around in embarrassment. Suddenly, he turned back to you and cupped one side of your face, tilting your neck slightly with his hand. He bit down on your exposed neck, making the audience erupt in a series of laughter and gasps. You giggled when you felt his scruff tickling your neck and made no effort to push him off.

“He actually did it.” James looked at the audience to see if they were seeing what he was.

“She asked me to.” Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully. His arm was still around you and neither of you wanted it off.

“It was a hypothetical but I guess I know my answer.” You shrugged as you leaned back on the couch.

“Why would you ask him that?” James wondered.

“Like a vampire.” You explained. “Aren’t vampires from Romania?”

“That’s Transylvania.” Sebastian smiled fondly at you.

“Oh.” You realized. “I still liked it.”

“I’ll do it again later.” Sebastian shrugged, making your hide your face in embarrassment.

“Promise?” You said suddenly as you put your hand back on his knee. It was Sebastians turn to be baffled as he put his free hand on tops of yours.

“Darling.” He choked out, too stunned to form a full sentence.

“This has been an intense experience.” James fans himself with his cards. “What will the two of you do after the show?”

“I’ll probably go home, order a pizza, and pass out while watching all of Sebastian’s episodes of Once Upon a Time.” You joked.

“I was going to do the exact same thing.” Sebastian nodded. “Right after I got a job as a pizza delivery boy so I can go to Y/n’s house.”

“Or you could just come over.” You shrugged, making Sebastian blush.

“I like that idea too.” Sebastian replied.

“I’m trying to imagine what the poor pizza delivery boy is gonna see when he arrives at Y/n’s house later.” James grimaced, making the audience laugh.

“I know, right? They open the door and this is what the get.” Sebastian gestured to you. “It’s you. How lucky they are.”

You leaned into him as you laughed, the alcohol making you feel bolder than usual. You’d never be this flirty with a man you’d just met, but he made it too easy.

The rest of the interview continued in a similar fashion, with you and Sebastian unapologetically flirting with each other every chance you got. By the end of the interview, you were so close that your knees were touching. When it came time to say goodbye, you felt an unexpected pane of sadness.

“Well, thank you both for coming on the show tonight.” James smiled. “I hope I’ll be invited to the wedding.”

“You will. And I wanted to thank you. For this.” Sebastian said as he slipped his fingers through yours and held up your hands. You beamed and squeezed his hand, fully tipsy now the the interview was over.

After thanking James and drinking another glass of wine, you drunkenly pulled Sebastian off the couch.

“Come in the photo booth with me.” You giggled as you tugged him by the hand towards the booth.

“Okay.” He grinned as he climbed inside. He pulled you into his lap and pressed the button before wrapping his arms around your waist. The pictures began to snap away and you posed for all of them. For the first, you just held each other close and smiled. For the second, he leaned up to kiss your cheek. And for the third, he took another bite of your neck.

“That tickles.” You giggled as the camera flashed.

“Good.” He smirked against your skin before pressing a kiss there.

“Stick your tongue out.” You told him, and he obliged. You licked his tongue as the fourth picture was taken, capturing the drunken moment. The fifth flash went off right as Sebastian connected your lips to his. You continued to kiss him, tasting the alcohol on his lips and tongue.

“Oh my God.” You pulled away suddenly. “I have to pee.”

You got off his lap and ran to the restroom, leaving him alone in the photo booth.

The next time you saw Sebastian, neither of you brought the kiss up. Whether you thought the other was too drunk to remember or you were simply too embarrassed to bring it up, it was not mentioned.

The flirting, however, the flirting continued.

“What would you like to see for your characters in the next movies?” The journalist asked you and Sebastian as you sat together in a press junket.

“For our characters specifically, I’d like to see some graphic love making.” Sebastian said seriously. “I think that that’s something the movies have been lacking.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed and shook your head. “Me too, actually. I think it would be really in character and important to the plot.”

“How would that benefit the plot?” The journalist asked.

“It’s simple. I would just change my name to “the plot” and bam.” Sebastian clapped his hands. “I’m benefited.”

“He’s such a flirt.” You said as you rested your elbow on his shoulder. “Can you believe him?”

“I can’t.” The journalist chuckled.

“You know what I’d like to see? Some method acting. Why can’t you be as quiet as Bucky?” You teased Sebastian as you flicked his ear.

“How would I tell you how pretty you are if I wasn’t speaking?” He flirted back.

“This is what I have to put up with.” You shook your head as looked at the camera. “What about you? What do you want to see from our characters?”

“I would like to see Bucky do the knife trick some more.” The journalist answered you.

“What knife trick?” You wondered.

“It’s the thing he does when he flips his knife around and stabs people.” Sebastian explained as he moved his hand in a circle. “It took me forever to learn.”

“Wait, I wanna see it.” You smiled excitedly and turned to him.

“No, no.” He wagged his finger at you. “I’m not doing the knife trick.”

“Please?” You pouted. “For me?”

“All right, all right.” Sebastian broke into a grin. “I’m only doing this because you asked nicely.”

The journalist handed him a pen and he easily flipped it around and caught it before making a stabbing motion. You let out a gasp and stared at him in shock for a long time.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you.

“I wanna to fuck you, that’s what’s wrong.” You replied. “Can you do it again?”

Sebastian laughed at your joke as his face heated up. He knew that was just the way you two liked to tease each other, but it didn’t mean it didn’t make him smile.

“I’ll do it again.” He nodded as picked the pen back up. “Anything for you.”

On a day where the interviews ended early, you spent the night in Sebastians hotel room, getting drunk on his balcony.

“What about you?” Sebastian asked as he took a sip of his beer. “What was your best kissing scene? I know you’ve kissed some pretty great actors. Might be hard to pick.”

“It’s not. I hate kissing actors.” You grimaced. “It’s not even kissing. It’s just like, limp lips on limp lips. There’s no passion when it’s for a scene. I hate it.”

“Maybe you’re just kissing the wrong actors.” Sebastian shrugged playfully as he gazed at you.

“I don’t think so.” You shook your head. “I’ve never felt anything when kissing another actor. You can’t tell me you do.”

“I do.” He shrugged again. “Its not much, but I wouldn’t say it’s nothing.”

“What? How?” You wondered. “If you kissed me right now, you wouldn’t feel anything. I guarantee it.”

“I think I would.” Sebastian disagreed.

“All right.” You turned your chair a little to face him. “Prove me wrong.”

Sebastian tweaked an eyebrow up before leaning in to kiss you. You kissed him back for a few seconds before pulling away. You looked past him for a minute as you mulled the moment over in your head.

“What’s the matter?” He asked quietly.

“I was incorrect.” You chuckled a little. “I guess I did feel something.”

“I told you you would.” He said smugly. “I knew you’d feel something.”

“How’d you know?” You whined as he basked in the glory of being right.

“Because I felt something the last time we kissed.” He said simply. “And I knew you did too.”

“I didn’t realize you remembered that.” You smirked before talking a sip from his beer.

“Course I do.” He replied. “I think about that night all the time. It was the start of a beautiful, sexually frustrating friendship.”

“Oh, I’m sexually frustrating?” You laughed. “Try being your friend. It’s hard to look at you, really.”

“That’s not how I feel about you.” He smiled a little. “I really, really like looking at you.”

“I like you too.” You smiled back.

“That’s not what I said.” He teased. You dropped your jaw and stole his beer again, taking a long sip as you held eye contact.

“It’s what you meant.” You stuck your tongue out at him. You sat in comfortable silence for a minute, listening to the chirps of the crickets as a warm breeze wafted through the air.

“The press tour is ending soon.” You said quietly as you adverted your eyes. “Tomorrow’s the premier. Then, it’s all over.”

“I know.” He said softly. You looked at him and gave him a sad smile, to which he returned.

“We won’t get to see each other every day anymore.” You pointed out.

“Then we better make tomorrow count.” He said simply. He knew what you were implying, that there was no point in starting something when you’d both been going home soon, but he didn’t want to think about that. He just wanted to enjoy his last few days with you.

“Yeah.” You smiled sadly and looked away again. “We better.”

The following night at the premier, you felt an overwhelming sadness knowing that it was all ending. You loved the weeks you’d spent goofing off with Sebastian, even if it never led to a real relationship. It still meant something to you, and you hoped it meant something to him.

To counteract your sadness, you sat with Chris Evans at the bar and let him distract you. After spending a minute with him, you were feeling drunk and ready to find Sebastian. You spotted him on the red carpet, fixed your dress, and went up to him.

“Hi.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You smiled up at him as he wrapped an arm around you, taking an usually loud whiff of his cologne.

“Hey.” He chuckled as he patted your back. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good.” You said as you swayed a little. “Question, is there alcohol in a Shirley Temple? Because I feel like I’ve had alcohol.”

“There is.” He laughed again and steadied you. “Did you know that?”

“Nope.” You sniffed him again. “You smell good.”

“Oh no.” He smiled as your behavior. “How many did you have?”

“I was having a contest with Evans to see who could drink more. I had like 5.” You bragged as you almost fell over.

“Oh dear.” He quickly caught you. “You’re staying with me tonight. I don’t trust drunk you.”

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to babysit me.” You waved your hand and tried to walk away. You instantly stumbled and neatly fell, but Sebastian wrapped his arms around you and caught you.

“I think I do.” He chuckled as you put you on your feet. “Come on. You’re sticking with me.”

The next morning, you woke up with a throbbing headache. Not feeling the strength to sit up, you opened a single eye and looked around. You were definitely not in your own room, but you recognized who’s room you were in.

“Good morning.” Sebastians voice was usually loud, making you wince.

“Oh God.” You groaned as you sat up. You groggily opened your eyes as Sebastian handed you a cup of coffee.

“Here.” He smiled shyly. “How’s the head?”

“The head is in pain.” You groaned. “So is the rest of the body.”

“Here. Drink this.” He held out a glass of water and some Advil. “And take these.”

“Thanks.” You smiled sheepishly as you accepted his offerings.

“Did you at least win the drinking contest?” He asked as he took a seat on the bed. You took a long sip of water and swallowed the pills before answering his questions.

“I did.” You nodded. “But at what cost?”

“You’ll start to feel better once you get some food in you.” Sebastian said as he rubbed your shoulder. You put your hand over his and stared at him, feeling the guilt set in.

“I’m sorry I got drunk.” You mumbled. “I didn’t mean to ruin the last night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Sebastian shook his head. “Trust me, we still had fun. I’m not sure how much you remember though.”

“I remember sitting with you at the premier.” You recalled. “And eating many, many bagels.”

“Yeah, we stopped at a bakery.” He chuckled. “You ate a dozen. I watched it all.”

“Oh God.” You covered your face with your hands. “That’s not how I wanted to spend our last night together.”

“How did you want to spend it together?” He asked quietly.

“Probably in a way that still ended with me waking up in your bed.” You joked like you usually did. “But I could do without the part where you watched me eat 12 bagels.”

“What do you mean?” He grinned. “That was the best part.”

“How’d I end up in your bed anyway?” You asked before taking another sip of coffee.

“You threw your key card at a seagull who was eyeing your bagel.” He explained. “You couldn’t get into your room so I let your crash in mine.”

You looked around the room and saw his pull out couch was topped with pillows and sheets, evidence of him sleeping there.

“Did you sleep on the pull out?” You pointed to it in disbelief.

“Of course I did.” He shrugged.

“Such a gentleman.” You scrunched your nose at him before finishing the coffee.

“Basic human decency is not exactly being a gentleman.” He pointed out.

“Maybe not.” You agreed. “But you still are one. You prove that to me everyday.”

“That must be why you like me so much.” He teased.

“Must be.” You dished it right back. Sebastians smile fell suddenly as he got a serious look on his face.

“I think you and I need to have a talk.” He said softly.

“Oh God.” You feared. “Did I puke on you last night?”

“No.” He chuckled. “It’s not about last night.”

“Then what’s it about?”

“As much as I love flirting with you, and I do, I think you should know it’s not just a joke to me.” He began. “And I wanted to know if it was just a joke to you or if-“

“It’s not.” You said a little too quickly, which made him smile. “I...I like you. A lot, actually. One might even call it love.”

Upon hearing this, Sebastian leaned forward to kiss you. You held a hand to stop him and gave him an apologetic look.

“I wouldn’t.” You grimaced. “My morning breath is-“

“-something I could get used to.” He cut you off before going in for the kiss. You immediately kissed him back, pulling him by his shirt to have him closer. He climbed over you as you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I don’t care if its our last day.” He mumbled against your lips. “I want to do this for real. I wanna be with you.”

You kissed him back to tell him you felt the same way, not trusting yourself to say something smooth in the heat of the moment.

“Wait.” You pushed him back suddenly and held him away from you.

“Whats wrong?” He asked as he hovered over you.

“Can we get bagels after this?” You asked seriously before breaking into a smile.

“I seriously can’t stand you.” He said before leaning down to kiss you again. “You’re lucky I love you because I don’t like you at all.”

“12 wasn’t enough.” You giggled between kisses. “I need more. I crave them. I crave the yeast.”

Sebastian stopped kissing you for a moment and looked at you with a fond expression. You stared back at him as a content smile tugged at your lips. The flirting had finally lead to something more and neither of you could be happier.

“You know, you might actually be more annoying than Mackie.” He teased you before leaning down to kiss your neck.

“Shut up.” You laughed. “Shut up and bite me in the neck.”

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missluckycharms · 3 years

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What about nobody knows their secretly dating, but they’re always flirting. So one day all of their Friends are at a club and y/n gets on the dance floor and starts twerking and Harry comes up behind her and starts grinding and tapping her ass and all there friends are whistling.

This Little Secret Of Ours.

A/N: hiii! I made this into a best friends brother! Harry blurb and I also changed a few things. I hope you don’t mind! Enjoyyy !!

**I will be getting around to all your requests in the next few days, please be patient !! Thank you !! **

Warnings: suggestive content, mature language, alcohol consumption, Harry is a cheeky lil shit.

It started when Y/N was nineteen and Harry was turning twenty one. It was never meant to happen, but what could she do? She was attracted to him, and he was to her.

They have a connection that you cannot look past no matter how hard it would be for them to be together, they needed to make it work.

And they did, they’ve hid it from everyone for nearly two years now. No one even suspects the pair is together, they never leave anyone have any suspicion on if they might be together. They even go as far as having some little fake argument just to keep up the “we hate one another” image in front of all of their friends — Y/N’s best friend being in that friend group, Harry’s sister.

The only way that this works between the two, is because Harry has his own flat, he bought it recently and Y/N as basically moved in, she’s rarely at her shared flat with her other best friend — always saying she was visiting family for days at a time, but she was really hiding out in Harry’s small one bedroom studio apartment together, cuddled up under blankets away from the world.

Every Friday their friend group has a tradition: they all meet up at the local night club and catch up on their lives, talk about their week, have some drinks and just have fun. As they’re older, their lives are getting more hectic and they have less time together, so this little meet up each week gives them the chance to feel like teens again.

Today is like every other Friday, Y/N is in Harry’s getting ready, the pair fighting over the one bathroom, Harry running in ahead of her for a shower as she “takes too long” and she “has to shave her bits and bobs!” And it “takes for ages!” Y/N always fires back with her usual response: “you’ve long hair too! You don’t see me complaining when you take ten years to apply your hair masks and then give two washes of it all!”

That small argument happened nearly an hour ago, Harry laughed back and slammed the bathroom door in her face as she stands in only his bath robe, her towels in hand along with a new packet of razors she picked up on her way over here. She rolls her eyes and huffs turning around to head back into his bedroom.

“Might want to give it twenty minutes m’love, I used up all the hot water” Harry says calmly, walking out of the steamy bathroom in only a towel slung around his waist and another towel drying the ends of his long curls. Y/N looks up from her phone, her eyes narrow as they only have three hours to get to the club.

“This is why I go first!” She yells out, flopping down onto the bed in annoyance at her boyfriend who’s laughing while running some curl cream through his wet locks, his eyes focused on himself in the mirror.

“Gives you twenty minutes to have some Harry time!” He says wiping the residue of curl cream into his towel, his smile wide as she looks at him from where she’s laying on his bed, her lips in a pout and her brows furrowed in anger.

“I had plenty of Harry time this week, you were like a kid! Barely got any time to even pee!” She yells as Harry just laughs at her angry self, loving how cute she looks when her lips pout and her eyes roll with her pretty eyelashes framing them. He adores her, all of her.

The twenty minutes is spent by Y/N being tickled by Harry as she yelled and laughed loudly while he teased her for being ticklish, her body squirming on the bed as he hovered above her with his fingers tickling her ribcage causing her to loose control of her whole body and melt into a puddle of flailing limbs and loud screeches. Harry eventually let up his tickling, allowing Y/N to finally shower and start to get ready. He’s currently sat on his bed, ready to go in his black and white silk button up, black skinny jeans and some black leather boots. Y/N is currently curling her hair and applying some makeup as she stands in her outfit: a simple black silk dress with black heels.

“Look so beautiful m’heart, love the sparkly straps on your shoes” he points out when she’s finally ready, Harry sliding his phone into his back pocket to get a closer look at his girl, his hands snaked around her waist as he pulls back to rake his eyes up and down her body carefully, his lip between his teeth as he observes her.

“Thank you H, you don’t look too bad yourself. New shirt?” She asks reaching up and tugging on the collar a little, only three buttons done up on the whole shirt leaving his tattooed chest to show through with his many necklaces — what was more eye catching was how sheer the fabric was, allowing his butterfly and other tattoos to be visible when light is shined onto him.

“Bought it last week, more sheer than I thought but hey, who doesn’t want a front row seat to the nipple show? Huh?” He asks shaking his chest at Y/N, her eyes rolling as she slaps his chest playfully as he pulls her in for a kiss.

“Can’t kiss you until we’re back here, which won’t be for like, God knows how many hours” He mumbles against her lips as they kiss one another passionately and slowly, their hands roaming one another’s bodies as they take in every detail of each other.

“You always take me into the bathroom for a quick fuck or a make out session, don’t act like you don’t do that” she fires back with a tug to his bottom lip with her own teeth, a groans escaping his chest at her action, his hands squeezing her ass a little as he pulls her more into him.

“Keep talking like that and we aren’t going anywhere baby” he says lowly, his tongue licking over her bottom lip as she smiles against his lips, her hands roaming his chest, then his stomach and then down to his crotch, giving him a tight squeeze when she feels how hard he’s getting, Harry lets out an involuntary moan at the feeling, his hips pushing into her palm as she licks over his bottom lip slowly as she goes.

“Come on big boy, we have somewhere to be” she says pulling away, fixing her dress and wiping her lipgloss from Harry’s lips, her eyes looking at him innocently as if she didn’t just tease him and get him hard two seconds ago. He groans as she grabs her handbag, throwing a wink over her shoulder at him as she trots towards the front door of the apartment.

“You coming?”

“Unfortunately no” he says sighing, looking down at his erection in his tight skinny jeans, Y/N rolling her eyes at what he means.

“Harry, get out into the cab” she says tapping her foot against the floors, her phone buzzing with messages from the Uber driver that he’s outside and not waiting any longer than five minutes.

“Fine” he sighs, grabbing his house keys and sulking his way towards the cab, Y/N apologising for the delay and Harry just pouting like a toddler beside her as they head off to their night out with all their friends.

—

The night has gone smoothly, Harry and Y/N sitting at opposite ends of the table they’re all sharing in the booth, their eyes catching one another’s every few minutes but their slight eye fucking flies under the radar due to how dull it is in the club. Their friends are chatting, laughing and singing as they all sip their drinks and talk about nonsense, Y/N being dragged into conversation about how her job as a florist is going by her best friend Jada, while Harry is dragged into a conversation by their friend Chase about nonsense due to his drunken state — Chase loves to pre drink and now he’s drunk as fuck.

Harry is nodding and smiling along to Chase’s words, his fingers fiddling with his beer coaster in boredom, all he wants to do is have drunken chats with Y/N about nonsense like they usually do when they drink at Harry’s place, the pair having a bottle of wine each as they dish out random facts and stories from their childhoods and Harry’s one year long college experience — he dropped out because he couldn’t handle not being around Y/N, she was too far away from him and plus, his dorm mate was a nightmare.

He’s brought out of his small daydream of half listening to Chase while also mumbling along to the words of the song that’s blasting through the speakers in the packed nightclub, by his phone buzzing in his back pocket, he takes it out and keeps it under the table on his lap, looking down to see a notification from Y/N. He doesn’t look up as he opens it, his eyes widen at what the message says.

Y/N: mind if I shake my ass on the dance floor?

Harry: don’t you dare, your ass is mine and mine only. Don’t think about it baby love.

He looks up to see her looking at him, her lip between her teeth as she locks her phone, him mirroring their actions as they stop their small conversation. Her eyes are dark with lust, a tug pulling at the corners of her lips as she leans over to whisper into Jada’s ear. Harry watches her like a hawk, legs spread under the table, arms crossed over his chest and his head thrown back against the wall of the booth as he narrows his eyes at his girlfriend, her own challenging smile getting thrown back right at him.

Jada is the first to move, then Lola and then Y/N, leaving Harry at the other side being sandwiched between Chase and Niall, Niall is currently on the phone trying to speak to his landlord about a busted pipe in his house, but instead of going outside he insists to stay in here, he has a massive fear of missing out. That’s Niall for you. Harry watches Y/N like a hawk, his eyes never leaving her body as she holds onto both Jada and Lola’s hands, their smiles wide and they mouth along to the words of the song,

Her eyes are on him every now and then, her hips swaying as she dances with her friends, others around them dancing aswell as Harry doesn’t take his eyes off his girl on the floor, the lights flashing about and illuminating her every now and then as she moves to the beat of the song.

Harry’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets when he sees her bend over and begin to shake her hips, causing her ass to jiggle about as Lola and Jada spur her on, slapping her ass a little as she laughs loudly, looking over to Harry who’s now stalking his way to the dance floor, pushing past the crowd of people. Jada nearly slaps Harry when he picks Y/N up by her waist, flinging her over his shoulder as she laughs loudly, Harry shaking her head as barely anyone on the floor recognises what’s happening due to how dark it is, Jada and Lola following hot on Harry’s heels as he carries their best friend like a sack of potatoes back to the booth.

“What was that for?!” Jada yells slapping her brothers chest and bicep, her brows furrowed in anger as Harry now holds Y/N close to him his hands around her waist as they both look at Jada with small smiles.

“She was showing off what’s mine” Harry says with a smile, looking down at Y/N who scrunches up her nose with laughter, pecking his lips lightly as they both finally get to show love to another in public, in front of everyone.

“I knew it!” Niall yells nearly falling over the table, Chase whistling and clapping as he nearly passes out due to how much he’s moving right now.

“Only because I told you!” Lola fires at Niall who rolls his eyes looking at them all, Jada stood beside the pair not knowing what to say.

“We all had a feeling, we were just waiting for you both to say something; there’s only so many times we’ll believe your bra just some how ended up in Harry’s car” Jada says rolling her eyes with a smile, Y/N burying her face in Harrys chest in embarrassment over the story.

Jada hugs the two, immediately running up to order a round of shots in celebration of the new couple — well, not that new, but now they’re officially together in the eyes of everyone else. They couldn’t be happier and they couldn’t be more grateful that Jada didn’t lose her shit.

“Guess this little secret of ours is out, huh?” He whispers to her, her smile wide as she looks up at him with her arms slung around his neck holding him close.

“I guess so, boyfriend”

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cacoetheswriting · 3 years

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little mystery

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Warnings: tattoos, alcohol consumption, gambling/betting money, mild swearing (i actually don't think there is any but just in case), baby spence!!, no smut/or implied smut but it reads a little dirty (so i’m gonna rate this 18+ anyway) Word Count: 1.8k Summary: Bets are placed to see who can be the first to figure out the secret location of your tattoo, and what the tattoo is.

A/N: i was browsing pinterest for my next ink inspiration (the whole country is currently in lockdown, but a girl can dream), when i stumbled across a particular tattoo, featured in this fic, and this idea just came to me ah i hope you ENJOY!

“A recent study concluded that people with tattoos are more likely to be so called experience seekers, and they tend to lean more towards rebellious, non-conforming lifestyles.” Spencer stated glancing between the group. His eyes lingering a little longer on you. “Research also shows, people who choose to get tattooed feel a stronger need to claim their identity and stand out from the crowd.”

Derek chuckled while taking a sip of his drink. “Kid, not everyone that has a tattoo is an attention seeker or a criminal. Many who get inked lead perfectly normal and stable lives.”

“It’s a form of self expression.” Morgan continued. “It doesn't necessarily mean people with multiple tattoos are wildings. I mean look at Y/N, she’s got like ten and she's far from a non-conformist.”

All heads turned in your direction.

“Ten is an over exaggeration Morgan.” You replied with a light giggle before looking directly at Spencer. “It’s eight. I have eight tattoos.” You said shooting him a smile. A mix of intrigue quickly spread across his features.

Of course, he was aware you had a couple of tattoos. Like the tiny heart on your left index finger. The crescent moon just above your right elbow. Or the rose on the inside of your left bicep. Given that the two of you were similar in age, the young doctor didn't think you would have that many.

Derek rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that’s a huge difference.” He teased, granting Penelope to nudge him in the arm. The bubble blonde then turned to you. “You have eight tattoos?” She asked with a raised brow. “How come I didn't know this about you? I know everything.”

“Because you never asked me and eight really isn't that much. Plus they’re all pretty simple and dainty. Well... actually... all apart from the snake slithering between my boobs.” You responded nonchalantly causing the males at the table to simultaneously choke on their drinks.

The girls all whistled before erupting into laughter at the suddenly red faces of the three boys. Hotch stared silently at the half-empty class in his hands, Derek nervously cleared his throat, while Spencer gaped at you completely wide-eyed.

The image you just painted circulating in his mind.

“Don’t be shy, tell us, any other risqué body art?” Emily chimed once the laughter died down.

“Uhm, there is one but I really don't think it’s appropriate to share.” You answered, a sly smile circling your lips. JJ and Emily both groaned at your response. “Now you have too!” The blonde exclaimed, but you just shook your head.

“Only a handful of people know what it is, and where it is.” Your eyes locked briefly with the brunette doctor sat across from you. Not enough time for anyone at the table to notice, but enough to get him a tiny bit flustered.

“What if we guessed?” Emily enquired, her eyes sparkling mischievously. You giggled. “If one of you manages to guess both what and where it is, I will tell you whether you’re correct.”

“I want in on this little bet.” Derek chimed confidently. “I can get you talkin’ hot stuff.” He shot you a playful wink and took another sip of his drink. Hotch snickered next to him. “I wouldn't be so certain Morgan.” “Oh, and you think you can?” Derek asked sarcastically. “Maybe.” Hotch poised, shrugging his shoulders.

“Right.” JJ clapped her hands. “Let’s make this interesting. Everyone that wants to take part place a ten dollar bet on themselves, and the winner will take the pot.” She turned to you. “We’ll give you the money for safekeeping and once one of us guesses correctly, you can rightfully pass the cash onto that person.”

“Sounds good to me.” You replied with a grin. “But what if none of you guess? Who keeps the money then?” “Do you forget who you work with? We’re FBI agents, profilers, one of us is bound to figure it out.” Morgan stated making you giggle.

“Okay, if you say so.”

“Oh! And whoever wins gets to see this mysterious ink of yours.” Emily added teasingly.

Just like that a pile of cash formed in the middle of the table. You reached out to grab it when a hand slowly slid across with a neatly folded ten dollar bill between two fingers. Your eyes snapped up to meet the determined gaze of none other than the resident genius.

“I want to take part too.” He said, trying his best not to appear jittery. The grin currently embellishing your features swelled, and Spencer took note of the devilish sparkle in your eyes. “Well all right.” You responded, fingers brushing lightly against his as you retrieved the money. An instant spark tingled through both you and Spencer.

The night carried on. You were bombarded with questions that would give the team any sort of clue as to what the tattoo could be, but you didn't budge. It was a lot more fun seeing your friends struggle. The only person that didn't say anything further on the matter was the young doctor sat across from you. In true Spencer Reid fashion, he simply listened and observed.

About an hour later, he accompanied you to the bar for another round of drinks. After ordering for everyone, you quickly glanced at him. “What’s going on in that big brain of yours?” You asked causing him to break away from his thoughts and turn his attention to you. He lightly scrunched his nose.

“I’m just wondering when is the most appropriate time to tell everyone what your secret tattoo is.”

Your mouth parted ever in shock, eyes widened. “There is no way you know.”

“Actually, I not only know what and where it is. I also know when you got it and why.” He stated confidently.

“Alright then, tell me.” You challenged taking a step towards him. Spencer stiffened for a brief moment. Your sudden closeness caused the heat to rush to his face and his heart to skip a beat. All he could do was hope you didn't notice; which of course you did.

With a raised brow and your fingers tapping lightly on the wooden bar, you waited for Spencer to respond. You were about to say something like, ‘See, I knew you were bluffing.’, but he cleared his throat. Regaining his confidence.

“It’s the word ‘bite’ written in cursive on your ehm, on your left b-buttcheek. And you got it your freshmen year of university as a result of a drunken game of truth or dare with your friends. I believe it was either getting the tattoo or shaving your head.” He was, of course, correct. Every word.

You stared at him in disbelief. This you definitely did not expect. Spencer on the other hand seemed quite pleased with himself. It’s not often he’s the one to rattle you.

“H-how, how did you-” You shook your head. “You know what, never mind. I don’t want to know.” Your lips twirled into a smile. “Congratulations doctor.” Without really thinking, you leaned in closer and placed a soft kiss on his cheek causing once again for the blood to rush to his face. Once you pulled away, his hand immediately travelled to the spot.

“What, uhm, what was that for?” He asked and you shrugged. “An extra prize considering it didn't even take you ninety minutes to win. I hope that was okay?” He quickly nodded his head. “Ye-a, yes.” “Good.” And with that you kissed his cheek again.

He couldn't help but grin proudly as the two of you ambled back to the table, each holding a tray of drinks.

“What’s got you so happy, kid?” Morgan asked, drawing attention to Spencer’s expression.

“Spencer just won your little bet.” You replied, placing the tray down and reaching into your purse for the money. Although his win was definitely part of the reason for his increased good mood, it had more to do with the spot on his cheek that was still tingling from your kiss. But he’d never say that out loud.

Gasps of shock echoed through the team. “What?! There is no way he’s won already!” JJ exclaimed. “He cheated. Did you give him extra hints because you have a soft spot for him?” Emily accused, narrowing her eyes.

“Nope.” Your mouth popped. “He definitely won fair and square.” You stated before shifting your body weight to look the young doctor. Smiling, you handed him his winnings. He didn't hesitate to take them, eyes never leaving yours.

“Well pretty boy, what is it?!” Derek enquired eagerly. Spencer waited for you to nod your head before turning to address the team. He revealed the design and location of your secret tattoo in one breath as you watched, finding their reactions amusing.

“How did you figure that out?” Penelope asked.

“A little mystery never hurt.” You chimed before Spencer got a chance to respond, and proceeded to intertwine your fingers with his. His head snapped first down at your glued hands, and then up at your face. He wanted to ask what was happening, completely forgetting what else the winning prize entailed, as you were leading him away from the table.

Morgan and Emily whistled after the two of you, the rest of the group laughing.

It wasn't until you were walking into the bathroom, locking the door behind, that the realisation hit Spencer. He swallowed his breath and opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

You quickly noticed the nervous look on his face. “We don't have to do this if you don't want to. If you’re uncomfortable.” You said in your usual kind and caring tone.

“No, uhm, it’s okay. B-but if you don't want to?” He mumbled. “I don’t have to see it if you don’t want to show me, or anyone for that matter. We can just pretend.”

You smiled at him, your hands travelling to the zipper of your jeans. “A bet’s a bet, and like I said, you won fair and square.”

“Y-you, are you sure you don't want to know how I figured it out?” Spencer asked, voice breaking. The palms of his hands began to sweat. He wasn't sure where to look. Did you want him looking directly at you? Or was he supposed to keep his attention on something else until you were ready to show the tattoo?

“A little mystery never hurt.” You repeated what you said earlier to the group and pulled your pants down, just low enough to display the tattoo in question.

Spencer’s gaze landed on the writing. At this point his heart was hammering inside of his chest, and he was sure it would explode any second. His eyes widened as he slowly licked his lips. He was sure this was the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

“Do you like it?” A seemingly innocent question, although the intention behind it was anything but.

Spencer nodded his head. “I-I...y-es, I do.” His eyes gradually moved up your body until they once again locked with your gaze. His pupils now flared.

A mischievous smirk escaped your mouth. “I always knew you had a naughty side, doctor.”

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