#but pt 2 does end happily i swear

[stvolanis]

All Dolled Up

PT. 1

PT. 2

PAIRINGS: Dads best friend! Perv! Elvis Presley x innocent OC

WARNINGS: THIS IS SHORTER BUT THERE WILL BE ANOTHER PART IF THIS DOES WELL, age gap (OC is 18 and Elvis is in his early 40s), inaccurate time line probably, OC is innocent, pet names (baby, darlin)

NSFW WARNINGS:Elvis is a perv,corruption kink, he does dirty things with her panties, dacryphilia (if you squint), masturbating (Elvis), mentions of oral (m receiving). I promise the next one will be nastier guysss<3

˚ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ˚

It was hot and humid and the air felt somehow heavy. Sweat dripped down Kim’s tanned skin, and her once white shirt was nearly see through. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, a few strands matted to her forehead as she raced around happily with her dogs. Her most favorite and cherished life forms, Dottie and Bonnie. A little toy poodle and a mastiff, yet they were best of friends.

Kim rolled around in the grass with her dogs, free of worries, even as he shirt turned to an ugly brown from the dirt and muddy spots. Dottie, the toy poodle, licked at her face feverishly as Kim pushed her head away with a contagious giggle.

The sunset was a beautiful purple, pink and orange-ish hue with no trace of clouds in sight. Kim lived on the Country side where everything was old fashioned. The men wore tailored pants and shirts tucked in, while the boys ran around in shorts and a home t-shirt. The women wore long skirts and modest floral shirts and the girls wore short skirts and dresses. Kim never could manage to fit in with the girls who’d hitch their skirt up at the sight of a nice looking man, and she didn’t really care to.

She lived with her father and older brother, who were both hard working men. Her mother had passed away when Kim was 7 from an overdose on Aspirin. Kims mother was never a happy woman. She was never satisfied with her marriage, her kids, or even the life that was dealt to her. If Kim was allowed to swear, she would definitely call her mother some nasty things. It was no surprise when her father had woken up to a dead body on the floor next to their shared bed. Even if she wasn’t the best mother, Kim was still saddened slightly.

Kims father wasn’t a strict man, but when it came to his daughter, he was. ‘No boys’ he’d say, as if any of the lousy boys the town had to offer caught Kims interest. ‘Posture’ he’d scold when they were out in public. Of course her father loved and cared for her, after all, she was his only daughter. Kim was hidden away from the town. her older brother, Marcus, tutored her at their home every day starting at 7 AM sharp and usually only lasted till 2 PM.

The girls she’d pass by during her long walks around town called her a freak. They thought she was weird for being home schooled, and she constantly had to endure stares because of it. The women were no better, either. ‘She’ll never become a woman’ they’d mutter. Or the most hurtful and recent, ‘she’ll end up just like that no good mother of hers’. And to that, Kim had felt her eyes water.

On her free time, Kim would hang out with the only friend she had. A tall, skinny boy named Robert. He didn’t have many friends either, so they decided to befriend each other during grade 6 and have been best friends ever since. Robert got along well with Kims older brother, as they held similar interests. Though nothing they talked about entertained Kim enough to not doze off.

“Kimberly!” Her father yelled out to her. Kim’s body snapped forward off the grass, startling her dogs who were laying with her. “Yes, father?” She asked as she got up and brushed the dirt off of her clothes. “Jesus, you’re a mess, didn’t I tell ya we had a guest comin’ later?” He scolded with furrowed brows as he ushered her into their wooden house.

Kim frowned. “‘M Sorry, I forgot. I’ll go shower.” She muttered as she looked down at her feet. Her father sighed. “It’s too late now, he’ll be here any minute.” He replied as he looked over at the grandfather clock. “Go fetch ya brother for me, won’t ya?” He asked.

Kim nodded her head with a smile as she trotted her way to her older brothers room, lightly knocking on the door. She could hear shuffling from behind the door before her brother opened it, revealing his trashed room. “Oh—what happened?” She asked as she peered over his shoulder.

“Quit bein’ nosy, missy.” Her brother said teasingly as he jutted her head away and closed the door behind him. Kim giggled. “It looks like one of the pigs ran through your room.” She teased. Marcus rolled his eyes. “Hush, I’ve just been too busy to clean lately.” He replied.

“Hm, I’ll help ya, if ya want?” Kim asked with a quirked brow as they made their way to the living room. “That’d be real nice of ya, Kim.” He replied with a smile. Kim nodded, smiling back at her older brother. One of her favorite, most understanding people. They’ve always been close, and she knew that if no one was ever gonna be there, he surely was.

Her brother was to serve in the military in 3 months, so she tried to make every last moments she has with him count before he’s shipped off to god knows where doing who knows what. It was a hard burden to carry for the both of them. Kim didn’t want Marcus to leave, and neither did he.

Elvis Presley felt his breath hitch in his throat as he watched her round the corner. “This is my son, Marcus.” Her father began, gesturing to Kim’s brother. “And this is my daughter, Kimberly.” He said with a wavering smile at his daughters messy state.

She stood at 5’3 in her grey socks, one pulled down lower than the other. Her short blue jeans had darker flowers engraved on the edges of them, and god, did they make her legs look amazing. Her shirt was see through, and Elvis could see her lacy pink bra she wore underneath if he squinted enough past the dirt and grime on it. Her small doe eyes peered up at him, a light hazel color paired with long eyelashes. She was slim, and tan from being out in the sun all day, and the freckles on her face proved it.

“Hi, sir. Nice to meet ya.” Kim said cheerfully as she extended her hand to Elvis. His lips felt dry before he licked them. “Elvis Presley, nice to meet ya too, darlin’.” He replied with a small smile and a firm nod, grasping her smaller hand in his large one. Her hands were soft, even though she worked outside in the barn all day, and Elvis reveled in it.

“Elvis will be staying with us for a week.” Her father stated. Kim raised a brow. “Whys that?” She asked. Marcus slapped the back of her head lightly. Kim furrowed her brows as she looked over at him. “Was just akin’.” She huffed out with an eye roll.

“Alright, y’all go on now, me n’ E.P gon’ talk for a while.” Kim’s father said with a boy-ish smile as he glanced at Elvis. The man chuckled in response and nodded his head as he watched Mike, Kim’s dad, walk into the kitchen.

Elvis pondered for a moment as he watched Kim skip away, probably back to her room. Her hair swayed along with her, and Elvis got a better view of her plump ass in her short jeans and Elvis fought the urge to let out a groan. She was so different compared to the women he seen daily that were throwing themselves at him. Kimberly was pure, innocent. Untouched. And oh, how Elvis wanted to be her first everything. He felt like a pervert thinking about his best friends daughter in such ways, but at the end of the day, he was just a man. A man with sick thoughts and a now growing boner he was trying to hide as he walked into the kitchen, his entwined hands covering his crotch area.

“Kim, do you know who that man is?!” Her older brother whisper-yelled. Kim pondered for a moment, trying to recall if she knew him before she shrugged. “That’s the Elvis Presley. He’s a famous musician. You’ve heard his music before, remember?” He said urgently as he dragged Kim into his room and to his record player.

Marcus began showing her various records, playing Kim a few. Kim was in awe, not only was the mystery man beautiful, but now he was no longer a mystery. From the songs her brother had shown her, she decided that ‘Love me, tender’ was her favorite one.

Kim felt his eyes burning through her at their first interaction. She watched him watch her through hooded eyes as they peered her whole figure from the tips of her toes to the last hair on her pretty head. He looked at her with something swirling in his dark eyes that no man, or boy, had ever looked at her with. Elvis looked like he wanted her. Needed her, even. And it made Kimberly’s stomach swirl with hot butterflies. It was a new feeling for her and it made her whole body jittery. She didn’t know how long she’d survive if he was staying at her home for an entire week.

˚ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ˚

Night had fallen, and Kim was now in her silky night gown that was adorned with lace. It was a light purple color and it gleamed in the small light coming from the lamp that was stationed next to her bed. She sat reading a book, her reading glasses resting on the bridge of her nose as she peered down with pursed lips.

Her father and Elvis had left to the towns local bar and had been gone for a while. It was 12 AM now, and Kimberly yawned as she stretched her arms out but was startled as she heard a loud ‘thud’ come from the living room. Curiosity peeked her as she dragged herself out of the warmth of her bed. She tried to be as quiet as she could as she walked on her tip-toes to the living room, peering over the door as she watched Elvis help her drunk father up off of the ground with a chuckle.

Kim let out a sigh of relief before walking into the room. “I can help ya.” She said in a tired voice, her round glasses almost slipping off her slim nose before she slightly pushed them up. Elvis felt his mouth water at the sight of her. So small, and kind. “No need, honey, I got him.” He said with a smile as he began to lead Mike to his room.

Elvis rested Mike on his bed before he quietly shut his door. “I can get you a cot, if you’d like.” Kim muttered shyly as she peered up as Elvis through her glasses. He sucked in a breath as he peered down at her. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, baby.” He muttered.

Her face bloomed red at the nickname, and she felt her thighs rub together and the butterflies return it her stomach at his stare. This didn’t go unnoticed to Elvis. “Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” He said as he grasped her soft hand in his, leading her to her opened door.

They both walked in and Kim made herself comfortable in her bed and watched as Elvis looked around her room, but his eyes froze on a picture of her and Robert. “Boyfriend?” He asked lightly, but his eyes held something much more menacing. Kim softly shook her head. “No, he’s my best friend.” She said groggily as she laid down, her bear held tightly against her chest.

“Good, good.” Elvis said aloud. He didn’t get a response, instead he heard the light snores of the beauty resting on her bed. Elvis knew he shouldn’t have, but he began to look through her things. He started with her records, peering through and stopping as he seen one of his that her brother had let her have earlier. He dug through her draws before something off to the side caught his wandering eye.

A pile of clothes sat on the floor at the edge of Kimberly’s bed, the ones she had wore today, and at the top rested her cotton panties. Elvis felt his skin grow hot, and his breathing became heavy. He dragged himself to them as if he were in trance as he picked them up, shoving them quickly into his back pocket before he quietly left her room.

He wondered their house before he found their small restroom. He closed the door and locked it with his back resting against the wall as he dug out her panties. He felt dirty as he brought them up to his nose, inhaling them before letting out a groan. He could see where a wet patch had formed and he felt his slacks tighten painfully before he unzipped them, pulling down his boxers and letting his hard cock spring free.

Pre-cum dotted at the tip and Elvis rubbed it down his shaft, spitting onto his hand before tugging his cock a few times. Elvis suckled where the wat patch was on Kimberly’s panties feverishly as he tugged his hard cock harder, small whimpers passing his lips. He felt so nasty, so wrong doing this, but he couldn’t help it. He’d have her any way he could, even if it meant rubbing one out to her dirty panties.

He shifted the panties from his mouth to his aching cock, wrapping it around. He imagined it was her mouth, sucking him dry for everything he has. The way he’d tell her how to do it from her inexperience as she’d peer up at him through watered eyes, tears falling down her flushed cheeks. How good she’d be for him.

He groaned as he threw his head back as he pumped his cock faster with her panties fisted securely around it. Elvis panted as his breathing became uneven, and he could feel a knot forming in his lower stomach as his end was near. The older man wanted to be in her pussy so bad, but he knew he could never. After all, she was his best friends daughter. No matter how badly he wanted to fuck her and make her his, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Elvis clenched his eyes shut as he slapped his hand over his mouth, trying not to release a loud moan as his cum spurted from his cock. It landed on his shirt, and some went onto the floor beneath him. Elvis drug out his orgasm, whining at the slight overstimulation he brought upon himself.

The last though Elvis had was Kimberly on her knees beneath him with his cum painted on her face as he began to clean up. Guilt consumed Elvis when he’d finish, how could he do this? How vile and disgusting of him. She was barely 18, and Elvis was a grown man, but he couldn’t stop the way he felt about her.

His thoughts only lead to more darker things.

#70s elvis #elvis x reader #elvis presley #elvis x oc #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley fic #elvis presley fandom #elvis fans #elvis x y/n #elvis x you #elvis presley x reader #Elvis #elvis presley x y/n #elvisaaronpresley #elvis music

[shuniverse]

distraction ,, b.c , s.cb , h.hj , h.js , l.f

🧷 so for my first genuine post on this acc I decided I’d do my skz ‘biases’ (why r they called that?) for a lil thing :)

read pt. 2 here!

📁 you’re doing your guy’s favorite thing together and it starts to get a lil frisky <3 (it’s dif for each member, like Felix would be baking, hyunjin would be drawing/painting, etc etc)

🎐 suggestive talk/descriptions ;; mostly cute fluff (except for Changbins + Jisungs I got carried away 😭) ;; fem reader! (fem terms, she/her pronouns are used) ;; reader draws and does art in Hyunjin’s 👍 (totally not self indulgent on my part definitely not what are you talking about) ;;

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bang chan ;;

chan’s giggles make you smile while he does Chan’s Room. must be some funny comments, Stay being silly or asking embarrassing questions.

Chan had invited you to join his VLive, and you happily agreed, putting on a comfortable hoodie you had, that just so happened to be a hoodie that he got you. Stay was surprised when they’d realized Chan was dating you- you weren’t an idol (at least not professionally, Chan saw you as his own personal idol <3) and you’d never really been in anything big. But Chan loved you nonetheless.

Stay began flooding the comments when he’d introduced you

CHAN OMG WHEN DID YOU GET A GF

I thought I was ur gf 🥺

wow she’s pretty

That particular last comment had you blush a bit, surprising you that someone would say that. Chan just giggled again. “Yep, that’s my y/n. She may not be famous but you guys will totally see more of her, I swear.” He looks at you for confirmation after saying that, to which you nod your head, and he smiles in return.

After a while of him playing songs at Stays request (and some random time when Han comes in to bug him about stuff, being silly) you get bored. And so, you get an idea.

You move to sit on Chan’s lap, making it seem innocent enough, just trying to be close to your boyfriend, but you have other plans. Situating yourself nearly right on his crotch, you squirm, making it seem like you’re getting comfortable.

Chan takes notice fast, his cheeks and ears heating up. He doesn’t say anything, just looking for whatever song Stay recommends, but you know it’s all an act. Chan can never resist you, but he has to stay strong for a little longer.

After a particularly aggressive wiggle of your hips 10 minutes later, Chan picks you up and sits you on his couch, smirking, then looks to the camera. “Well, that’s it for today guys, I’m gonna go. I hope you had fun!” He gets up. “Alright, big hug.”

He does his usual hug, and says goodbye to Stays with a little peace sign, then turns off the livestream. He turns to you in his swivel chair, grinning. “Baby, you’re in for it.”

You can’t help but simultaneously giggle and whimper as he climbs on top of you.

..

seo changbin ;;

Workouts between you and Changbin were fun, though exhausting. You weren’t as used to it as Bin was, and though you enjoyed it, you always ended up sore.

He knew this, and always made sure he could help you, whether that be by helping you lift your weights, build up your stamina by jogging alongside you and letting you know when it’s ok to take breaks.

Though, you decided to take your break while he was doing reps, pushing the weighted bar up and down where he laid. Getting bored, you decide to go sit on his lap. Nothing new for you, he’s used to you sitting on his lap while he does his reps, so all he does is give you a small smile, before continuing.

With a small shift of your hips, you catch him off guard by swiveling them to get comfortable, right on his crotch. His thick arms stutter for a second, almost going unnoticed by you, but he continues his reps, seeming distracted. You smirk, and shift around more, now knowing what you’re doing but playing it off as trying to get comfortable.

He sighs, before putting the bar on its holders and sitting up. “Baby, what do you think you’re doing?”

You shrug. “I dunno, just getting comfortable.” You grin, trying to make it seem like you have no clue what you’re doing.

He cocks an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh, really?” He brings his hands down to your ass, squeezing it. “C’mon, since you’re just so desperate, let’s go home.”

You get off of him, giggling, and you walk out of the gym to your car. You don’t make it all the way home due to one of his hands gripping the inside of your thighs.

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hwang hyunjin ;;

“Honey, wanna draw with me?” You look at your boyfriend, waiting for his response.

His response was nothing less than enthusiastic. He thoroughly enjoyed doing art with you, drawing, painting, pottery, anything. He smiles, and walks over to you.

“Of course I do, baby.” He sits down on the bed from where he was working on his own painting. He’s almost always willing to drop a small project to help you or do things with you. “So, what are you drawing?”

You smile, and turn back to your sketchbook. “I’m trying to get better at anatomy, so I’m working on drawing women in different poses.”

He nods in acknowledgement, and looks at the detailed drawings. “You’re really good, honey.”

You giggle. “Not as good as you, Jinnie.” He grins, kissing your temple. “You flatter me, princess.”

“Can I sit on your lap while I draw, Jinnie?” He nods, smiling happily, and gets comfy so he pulls you into his lap. You grab your pencil and start sketching more, making sure to draw the lines and anatomy right.

You hear Hyunjin sigh behind you, and one of his hands moves to your hips, his chin resting on your shoulder. After a bit more time passes, you feel his plush lips press to the nape of your neck, and his thumbs rubbing little circles into your hips. You sigh out contentedly, leaning back into him, and this gives him the incentive to press deeper kisses into your neck, gently nibbling, making you whimper.

He brings his lips to your ear, lowering his voice to a husky whisper. “I think you should put those pretty hands somewhere else, princess.”

..

han jisung ;;

Jisung decided to take the day to work on a project, since he had a song idea berating the forefront of his brain and he just had to get it out.

You decided to join him, keep him company while he works, putting beautiful vocals and his own raps into the song, composing pretty tracks and music. You’re always in awe at how he works, and it makes you giggle when he finishes singing a particularly high note or a hefty rap verse and looks over to see you with a loving gaze in your eyes, causing a pretty shade of pink to dust his cute cheeks.

Jisung loved you for being next to him, with him, on top of him, underneath him, any position really. And with the way you were sat comfortably on his lap while he put the vocals and music together on the computer, he felt so comfortable in your presence.

You lean your head back against his shoulder, and you turn your head to kiss the base of his throat. “How’s the song coming along, Sungie?” You hadn’t been paying attention, half asleep with your eyes closed, comfortable and sleepy in his warm embrace with the light tapping and clicking of his keyboard and mouse.

Jisung smiles. “It’s going well, baby.” Looking down at your sleepy figure, he placed a gentle kiss on your bare shoulder, the loose jacket you had on slipping down your arm, the thin strap of your tank top slipping with it. “What about you? You seem tired.” He chuckles.

You shift yourself around, spreading your thighs across his lap as you face him, smiling sleepily. “I am just fine, Sungie. But I could be better..” You slip your hand slowly down his abdomen, to his crotch, pressing down. “I could be fuller.”

Jisung blushes, but then grins, holding your hips. “Oh?”

You nod, biting your lip, and you lean forward to whisper in his ear. “Need your cock, Sungie..”

With that, he’s picking you up and placing you on the couch, looming over you. “Your wish is my command, baby.”

..

lee felix ;;

Felix was in the kitchen working on making a batch of brownies, when you walk in, still a little drowsy from your nap.

He smiled at you when you walked into the kitchen, and put the bowl of batter he was stirring down. “Hey, sweetheart. You sleep good?” He wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped your own around his waist.

“I’m alright, Lixie..” You snuggled your face into his chest, him rocking back and forth gently. Felix presses a light kiss to your head, smiling.

“Well, I’m making some brownies, wanna help me?”

You looked up at him, and the sleepiness in your eyes made him smile. You nodded, and he lets go, holding your hand and walking with you to the bowl of batter. You rolled up your hoodie sleeves, and rubbed your eyes.

“You okay, sweetie?” He looked over at you, an expression that was a mix of concern and amusement on his freckled face.

You nodded, smiling and kissing Felix’s cheek. “Yeah, I’m okay, Lixie. But let’s get back to your brownies!”

He smiled, and started stirring the batter with you.

It’s all happy and dandy til you said you were tired, using that as an excuse to come behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, leaning your head against his back. He didn’t have a clue as to your true intentions, only nodding and continuing to stir, so naturally, he was caught of guard when you run your hands down his abdomen to his crotch.

Felix let out a small gasp, and whined as you rubbed your hand up and down, which made you grin.

“Baby-“ he whimpered out, “we- mh- we should go into the bedroom if you want to do this.”

You smirked, his normally deeper voice a bit in the higher range as he whimpered.

“Well, let’s go then.” You grinned as he blushed, your hands leaving the now more prominent bulge in his sweats. You grabbed his hand, dragging him away from the batter to your shared bedroom. When he walked in, you lightly pushed him onto the bed, and you lock the door behind you, a small smirk on your face as you see him get more squirmy.

“C’mon honey, no more teasing.”

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ty to whoever read this, and I hope you enjoyed my little drabble lol

feel free to reblog, just make sure to credit me!

#skz imagines #bangchan x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan drabbles #changbin x reader #changbin drabbles #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin drabbles #han jisung x reader #han jisung drabbles #lee felix x reader #lee felix drabbles #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #seo changbin #bang chan #lee felix #skz smut #please I love these men so much someone put me to sleep pls and ty

[lqvactually]

After School ☆ L. Heeseung x Reader

Masterlist | Pt. 2

☆ Synopsys : You have always been very interesting to Lee Heeseung. You keep to yourself, stay away from others. When you're assigned as his tutor, he does as he always does with the peculiar, he decides to figure out what's 'wrong' with you. But you're very different from how you seem.

☆ Tw: Swearing

☆ PLEASE READ PT1 FIRST !!

You and Heeseung continued your rewards system. He didn’t always ask for a kiss, although, part of you wished he did, sometimes he’d just ask for chocolate or an hour off their next session. 

Two months in, he was passing tests with flying colors. His scores were almost as good as yours. This, however, saddened you a bit. He was the first person whose company you’d enjoyed in a while. When your arrangement ended, would he still want whatever companionship you’d offered him?

You tried not to think of it.

“Y/n!” Heeseung snapped you out of your trance. “I said, X has to be the derivative of Y.”

You shook your head. “Yeah, sorry, I wasn’t listening.”

He walked you through the problem again.

Funny enough, he was good at the one subject you failed to excel in. So, your deal had extended to him teaching you math. Which had given him an ego boost.

You quickly solved the problem, getting up. “Thanks, Hee, that really helped.”

“Hey, what about my reward today?” Heeseung smirked. “I want another kiss.”

A wry laugh left you, although, your pulse quickened. “You were tutoring me today, shouldn’t I get a reward?”

He shrugged. “I worked my brain extra hard for you.”

“I do that every day.”

“My presence in itself is reward enough.”

You scoffed at his arrogance. “Right…”

He raised an eyebrow expectantly, tapping his cheek. “So, where is my reward?”

Unfortunately, you could find no way to win this battle, so you pecked his cheek with slight annoyance. “There.”

Heeseung pouted. “You know that’s not what I wanted.”

“After all that whining you should be glad to get anything at all.” Brat.

He placed a hand on your hip. He’d been more daring lately. “C’mon.” His breath ricocheted off your lips as he got closer. “I’ve done so well lately. And I got full marks on my Korean test.”

Oh, you did want to kiss him. But you pushed him away. “I’ll make a deal with you. You can get your…kiss when you finally get more than eighty marks in English.”

He sighed, pulling back. “You’re a tough one.”

No, no, you weren’t. Just scared.

-

For the next three weeks, Heeseung studied harder than ever. It was laughable how insistent he was on getting that kiss. Almost cute. 

Almost.

Heeseung had a small bounce in his step today as he made his way through the cafeteria crowd. In his hand was a paper.

“Y/n!” He put the paper down in front of you. “No more running, you made a promise.”

It was an English test. Full marks.

You choked rather violently. “We’re in school Heeseung. You could’ve waited until later to show this to me.”

He rolled his eyes, sitting across from you. “I never said you have to kiss me right now-”

“Would you pipe down?” You whispered. “We’re in school.”

“Are you embarrassed?” Heeseung teased, leaning forward. “What’s there to be embarrassed about? You’re gonna get a kiss from the hottest guy in school.”

“That might be a stretch.”

“Hey!”

You laughed. “Meet me after school. In the library.”

He nodded happily, practically skipping back to his normal table.

-

You rushed to the library, not wanting to be late. Well, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to be late, you told yourself. Just that you wanted this to be over as soon as possible.

The closer you got, the faster your heart raced.

Until you heard them.

Heeseung and some girl in your class were behind the book shelves talking. 

“Why are you always with her?” You peaked around the corner. The girl had her arms draped around Heeseung’s shoulders, a suggestive smirk on her face. “I could be so much better.”

He didn’t say anything as she leaned him to kiss him, and your heart broke.

You: I’m not going to make it. Don’t wait up.

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[a-kind-of-merry-war]

I will not kiss you - pt 1

Part two | AO3

After a contract hunting a mage goes awry, Geralt finds himself cursed with sickness, bubbling beneath his skin like a plague. It’s easy enough not to touch anyone - not to pass it on - until he meets Jaskier on the Path.

8.9k words. Contains: spells/curses, death & death mention, illness, angst and pining. Part one of two.

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Geralt first realises something is wrong when he’s settling into his meagre camp for the night, piling dry sticks onto the fire to roast the rabbit he’s just caught. The creature is large, for the species, and if he’s careful it will make a good meal for tonight with some to spare for tomorrow morning. Food is sparse at the moment, especially now he’s travelling alone.

The rabbit’s fur had been soft beneath his hands as he’d snapped its fragile neck, killing it. He’d considered, for a moment, skinning it more carefully and drying out the pelt and keeping it. If he can catch another, he’ll have enough fur to line a pair of leather winter gloves.

Jaskier’s fingers are always pale and shaking when winter sets in, but he never seems to think to buy himself anything more sensible than a pair of threadbare woollen mittens. Geralt tells himself it’s the coin that he’s worried about: if Jaskier can’t play, they’ll both feel the loss, and the need to pinch coppers.

It’s a lie, he knows, but it makes him feel better about the whole thing.

He pushes all thoughts of gloves and fur aside - winter won’t set in for at least three or four months, and he has no idea when he’ll see Jaskier next anyway - and reaches for the rabbit carcass.

It’s… wrong. It looks days old, not freshly killed, and when he picks it up to examine it the fur falls away beneath his fingers in clumps. He gives it a quick, tentative sniff.

It stinks of rot, and death.

He throws the rabbit into the fire, wincing. That night, he eats the last of the hard bread at the bottom of his bag.

~

When he wakes the next morning, there are dry, yellow patches in the grass around his bedroll. They’re few and far between, but there’s enough of them to worry him. He presses his fingertips to the grass. It’s completely dead.

This, Geralt thinks, may be a problem.

He casts his mind back to the previous day’s fight. It had been the unfortunate climax of a contract that had taken him nearly a week to get to the bottom of - spending full days chasing false leads and cold trails and being waylaid by villagers and peasants who seemed intent on getting in his way before finally confronting the mage at the bottom of it all.

He’d been a powerful magic user, complete with an inbuilt ego complex and a ready distrust for witchers. Geralt had attempted to de-escalate as best he could but - as so often happened - he had quickly lost control of the already precarious situation.

Geralt hadn’t wanted to kill the mage. The man had destroyed lives in his wake, and Geralt would prefer him face justice at the hands of those he had wronged - whatever they deemed that to be - rather than on a witcher’s blade. But when the air had crackled with magic and he’d felt the mage reaching into his mind, creeping under his skin, in his blood - he hadn’t been left with much of a choice.

He’d assumed the curse that the mage had muttered at him - even while his mouth foamed with blood and Geralt’s sword stuck between his ribs - was just a final insult, the desperate last words of a dying man. He’d thought the weakness he felt when he’d finally deposited the cooling body at the feet of the Mayor was just tiredness from the fight: too much magic, too many potions, exhaustion weighing his limbs down.

Now, twelve hours later in the calm of the dewy morning, he can begin to entertain the idea that he might have been wrong.

His medallion is humming. He must not have noticed it last night, too exhausted to realise where it’s leaning against his armour instead of his bare chest.

He packs away the bedroll, kicks out the last glowing embers of the fire and heads towards Roach, his stomach rumbling.

He only just stops himself from reaching out for her.

Geralt thinks about the rabbit. About the grass. It must have been killed where his hands rested against it as he slept.

Keeping a few feet back, he carefully pulls on his gloves then unloops her reins from the tree where he’d tied her. He slings his pack and bedroll over his shoulder and leads her back towards the road.

He watches her, nervously. He’d led her from the mage’s cottage with the body slung over her back, not wanting to overburden her, and he’d walked her back to the clearing too - aware that she was prone to panic at the smell of blood. But did he pat her down, or stroke her mane? Did she nudge his face affectionately with her nose at some point between then and now? He can’t remember - and he can’t tell if he’s just imagining a slowness to her steps, a wobbling in her legs, or if it really exists.

Either way, he won’t take the chance.

He makes his way back to the town that had hired him, the worried faces of the villagers staring at him - waiting for whatever new, awful news he brings. But he ignores them all, heading for the stables. He hadn’t had the chance to examine them, before, but the horses in the field beyond seem healthy and well-cared for and - more so - it isn’t like he has a choice.

Turning Roach over to the enthusiastic stablehand is harder than he anticipates. The hand is keen - as he should be, Roach is a fine horse - but Geralt is loath to leave her, especially when he has no idea how long he’ll be away and no way of telling if this has affected her, too. He spins a tale to the stablehand about a contract too dangerous for a horse, the fact that he needs somewhere safe for her to stay for the foreseeable future, and the lad nods along, taking it all very seriously.

He chooses his words carefully as he explains that there's a chance - a small chance, he stresses - that she may be sick. The thought alone is enough to make his stomach twist with guilt, but the stable hand doesn't seem to notice his distress. There's a healer who specialises in animals not too far away, he says, as there always is in these busy livestock towns. Geralt hopes that if she is sick, it can be treated using traditional means.

He wants to stay with her - to watch her himself - but the risk is too great, and he has to find out if the mage managed to actually curse him. If Roach stays by his side, it's inevitable that he'll accidentally touch her, making this worse.

He’s not lost a horse in a long while - this Roach is nearing ten years, now - and it never gets easier. He hopes this won’t be the last time he sees her.

Before Geralt leaves, he turns.

“Is there a magic user around here?” He asks. “A mage?”

The stable hand's face falls. “Apart from the one you… the one that…”

“Apart from him.”

He nervously shakes his head. “No, master witcher. None that I know of.”

Shit. Geralt nods, just once. He had assumed there wouldn’t be - magic users are like cats, in that sense: overly territorial. It's rare to find two so close together. It means he’s going to need to deal with this himself, until he runs into a sympathetic mage. Perhaps he can find Yennefer before whatever this is takes hold too much - wherever she’s gotten to.

He knows he’s likely being over-cautious, but he calls at the market and stocks up on as much food as he can. The bread he ate last night didn’t appear to be affected by whatever this is, and he purchases things he can trust to last - dried fruits and nuts, jerky, starchy potatoes and hard bread. It's surprisingly easy to buy what he needs without even coming close to touching anyone: a perk, he supposes, of being a witcher.

There’s an inn in the town - a tavern, too - but he can’t risk it. He marches back towards the forest, back to the clearing and the shadow of dead grass where he’d slept.

~

Vesemir had always taught his students to be methodical. Geralt begins to test. It still may all be a coincidence.

He’s exhausted by the time he’s finished setting up camp, but he doesn’t take time to rest. He starts simple - pulling off his glove and placing his hand to the grass for a minute then pulling it away, seeing if he’s left a mark.

Nothing. Perhaps he was being paranoid.

He holds a piece of the fruit, and then the bread. Both remain whole and fresh and unmarred so he eats them, quickly, hunger biting at him. He isn’t full, but it's better than he was, and he warms himself by the fire for a moment as he considers what to do next, leaning with one hand on the grass.

He’s decided that he was almost certainly being paranoid - perhaps the medallion is still humming because of the lingering magical fallout of the fight - when he shifts his position, twisting his legs around, and spots the grass beneath his hand. It’s not dead - not yet - but wilted and yellowing.

Interesting.

It’s easy enough to snare a wild deer. Geralt feels unconscionably guilty about this: he doesn’t like to kill for the sake of killing, and usually only hunts what he needs. He supposes he does need this, in a way, but that doesn’t stop him from feeling like he’s doing something awful as he calms the creature with Axii and wraps a bare hand around its trembling leg.

The deer watches him with wide, startled eyes. Geralt lets go after a few minutes, wondering if it was long enough, then steps back to observe, lifting the hold of the sign.

The deer struggles to its feet, looks at him for a moment, then bounds off into the trees. Geralt follows, tracking its scent, close enough to watch but not so close that it tries to escape.

He tracks it for four hours before it collapses. He waits to make sure it isn’t about to run off again before approaching, quietly and carefully, kneeling in the leaf litter beside it. Its eyes are wide and frightened, its chest rising and falling in short, quick breaths. He places his hand on its neck - it’s hot, ferociously hot, and its heartbeat is far too fast.

It takes another hour for it to die. Geralt wants to put his blade through its heart and put it out of its misery, but he knows he can’t: he needs to see exactly what’s going to happen.

He’s reminded of a plague that he once saw sweep through a tiny mining village on the edge of nowhere. It had started with just one man - recently returned from travel - but it had spread as quick as wildfire till nearly three quarters of the village had perished.

The deer wheezes, its breath catching and choking in its throat, its eyes bloodshot. It’s burning up, heart pounding, limbs twitching, when it finally, finally dies.

It is not a quick or easy death. Geralt can’t help but wonder how this thing - this magic plague clinging to him - might affect a human.

At least he knows, now. He knows he’s cursed. He knows what it does to living things - both animals and plants. It’s like he’s diseased.

The deer, much like the rabbit, begins to decay quickly. He can’t even eat it. What a waste: what a terrible and thorough waste of life.

He stands, and there’s a clinging wheeze in his chest, which he does his best to ignore.

~

Upon returning to camp, Geralt rifles through his potions to rule out the unlikely possibility that this thing can be cured with something that balances between magic and medicine. Swallow does nothing more than ease the ache in his chest. Golden Oriole is equally ineffective, proving that the thing trapped beneath his skin isn’t a poison, at least.

It feels right, somehow, to sleep over the patches of grass that he killed the previous night. No sense destroying the rest of the ground, after all. He lays awake on his bedroll and considers what he knows. He’s cursed - that much is clear. With the mage who bespelled him dead, he’ll have to find another to lift it.

Geralt has experience with curses - werewolves and blood pacts and those dark, oily little spells brought about through anger and hurt - but this is something he hasn’t experienced before. He tries to think back to all the books he’s read and the myriad of jinxes Vesemir taught him about during training, but none immediately spring to mind.

There’s dozens of different ways to lift something like this - if it can be lifted. Sometimes it’s merely another spell, sometimes an incantation or a set of so-called magic words. It could be a hot little mix of noxious ingredients. It could be an act that’s needed: Geralt’s seen more curses than he can count that have been lifted in the fairytale fashion, all drops of blood and true love's kisses and personal sacrifices.

He doubts this is one of those, though: it feels bodily, constricting him, burrowing into his chest. He’s hoping that it’ll take a magic draught or a tincture - coupled as these things often are with a week or so of pain and suffering - and that will be that, curse lifted, free once more.

But he doesn’t know. And he has no way of finding out on his own.

Frankly, he’s fucked, until he can find another magic user to assist him. He’s not seen Yennefer in a year - probably longer - and has no idea where she is. He hopes that perhaps this will be one of the times where her uncanny ability to just appear may come into play, but he doubts it. He could seek out Triss, but last he heard of her she’d moved on from Foltest’s court. She, too, could be anywhere.

He doesn’t much like to rely on sorceresses and mages he hasn’t already met, ones he knows he can trust, but these are desperate times, after all.

Vizima is the closest city to where he is - a week and a half by horse, probably two by foot - but it’s far more likely that he’ll find a mage somewhere built up than in one of the nearby villages. He’ll head south, keep away from people, and—

And hope he can find a way to stop whatever this is.

Or hope it takes him before he can pass it on to someone else.

Sleep comes surprisingly easy. He’s tired and hungry, his limbs heavy. Witchers don’t get sick, and the feeling is unnatural and unpleasant, but all his body wants to do is rest and recoup energy.

He slips into turbulent, squeezing dreams - changing and quick and impossible to grasp, making his head throb. Then—

Jaskier.

This is not the first time he’s dreamt of Jaskier. Of his skin beneath his hands, his lips pink and pliant, his lidded eyes. They’re just dreams, he tells himself, when he wakes - just dreams. They don’t have to mean anything.

They leave him feeling guilty for a few days regardless.

This is much like the others. The details are hazy, flickering in and out as he fails to hold onto them, but Jaskier feels solidly real against him. It’s unsettling, how real these dreams feel, considering the gaping space between them and his lived experiences. They’re warm and soft and engulf him like sinking into a hot bath and they’re so, so far from the reality of the thing between Jaskier and himself.

Geralt kisses him, in the dream, soft and slow. Jaskier kisses him back, harder. Geralt can feel his hands on his body, drifting over his scars, tangling in his hair. It’s not fast and frantic and quick - like so many of Geralt’s trysts are - but slow and languid, drawing him out in waves.

They float together in the unreality of it all.

Then - a shift. Small, nearly imperceptible - but there. The dream twists and lurches, and Jaskier’s eyes snap open and his eyes are huge and pained and bloodshot. Geralt tries to talk, but his tongue can’t move, his lips are heavy, and all he can do is watch in horror as Jaskier changes beneath him.

Black, dirty marks appear on Jakier’s skin where Geralt’s hands had been just moments before. On his chest, his ribcage, his arms. His fingertips are black and cold and shiny. The stain mottles his neck, his jaw, his lips. He coughs - the noise too loud, too close - and there’s blood oozing from the corner of his lip.

There’s nothing Geralt can do. Jaskier trembles, the darkness spreading, and in the dream he can smell the decay that had clung to the rabbit. Jaskier’s skin is hot - not the pleasant warmth of before, but dangerously hot, making him sweat. His heartbeat is loud and uneven and fast - faster than any human’s heart should beat - and Geralt can’t do anything - he can’t even touch him.

He coughs again, another of those shuddering, juddering noises that makes it sound like his ribs are going to collapse. He wheezes, eyes wide, hands shaking. Geralt can’t stand it - he reaches out, wraps his arms around him—

Jaskier is cold. He’s so cold against Geralt’s skin, and suddenly silent.

He can’t bear to look down. He can’t bear to let him go, to unfold his arms and look at what he’s done. Geralt holds him, his fingers digging into Jaskier’s cold, yielding flesh.

~

Geralt wakes coughing in a cold sweat. It takes him a moment to control himself - to catch his breath, to shake off the visions of the dream. It’s dark and quiet in the clearing around him, the sun not even risen, but the urge to sleep has left him.

He doesn’t want to see that again.

He heaves himself to his feet and quickly inspects the ground beneath the bedroll, half expecting to find it scorched. There are more patches of dead grass, that much is immediately clear, but it isn’t ruined, just dead - dead where his skin has touched it. Perhaps after winter, and the spring rains, the grass will grow again.

Geralt packs up and moves on quickly, the dream prickling at him as he does. He pulls some dried meat from his pack and eats it as he walks, trying to push those images from his mind. There’s the typical sting of guilt, of course - you’re not allowed to think about him like that, he’s not for you, he isn’t yours - and now that comes twined with fear, with the heart-stuttering horror of clinging to Jaskier’s cold body.

He tests more - partly as a way to keep himself distracted, partly to regain a semblance of control over his situation.

It’s only living things. He grasps a sunflower springing alone in a field, and after half an hour the stalk begins to wither and the head droops. But a snapped branch fallen from a fir tree, still covered in sturdy green needles, remains fresh and sweet-smelling even after he’s carried it with him for an hour.

And, of course - he has the gloves. He doesn’t care much for wearing them all the time: the leather is thick and makes him clumsy, but if it’ll allow him to hunt and pick components for his potions then it’s a price he’s happy to pay.

It’s a small but potent relief, knowing that there are still things he can do, still ways he can survive. He can hunt what he can, still pick ingredients for potions. True, there’s many more things he can’t do alone - he’ll still need to pick up supplies, he’ll still need to enter towns - but it’s never been difficult to keep out of people’s way. Even the few folks he passes on the road are keen to stay away from a witcher, keeping their heads down or eyes averted.

He reaches the first village on the way to Vizima two days later. There’s no sign of a mage, and he trudges onwards.

~

On the fourth day of walking, Geralt rips off his medallion and shoves it in the pouch on his hip. The fucking thing simply won’t stop vibrating at him, an alarm call that only he can hear - you’re dying, you’re dying, you’re going to die. His medallion should act like a compass, leading him towards monsters and magic, but so overwhelmed it is with the curse beneath his skin it’s now utterly useless, a compass point spinning wildly with no direction.

He decides to stow it away until he can find the cure when it nearly causes him to walk straight into a fiend’s nest. Typically, he would have been alerted to the presence of the magical beast a quarter of a mile away. But now, with the medallion whirring and humming and tugging at him constantly, he has no idea until he puts his boot into an enormous, clawed footprint.

He backs away, slowly. The forest is miles away from civilisation, and he doesn’t have the desire - nor, he thinks, the strength - to fight a fiend right now.

The medallion stays in the little pouch, and sometimes in the dead of night he can hear it clinking against the empty vials in there.

~

He’s just outside Vizima, sitting beneath an enormous apple tree, shielding himself from the rain. There’d been a strong wind in the night, and dozens of perfectly ripe apples had been scattered beneath the boughs, cushioned in the long grass. Geralt hasn’t eaten food this fresh in two weeks, overly cautious of spending too much time lingering in stores or markets, and the juicy flesh is sweet on his tongue.

It’s been raining on and off for three days. It doesn’t bother him too much - unlike a human, being caught in the rain isn’t going to make him sick - but even a witcher doesn’t enjoy trudging around in soaked armour. Geralt quite likes the rain, really: it clears the air and leaves the ground smelling fresh and new. For someone who’s often overwhelmed by his own senses, it’s quite pleasant.

When it finally seems like the downpour is letting up, he stands, intending to gather a few of the apples to take with him, when there’s suddenly a distant shout.

“Geralt!”

Gods, that voice. Geralt knows that all the bullshit about witchers and their emotions really is just bullshit every time he hears that voice. His emotions batter him, like the rain - like hailstones. Relief. Anger. Fear. On the heels of fear - joy. And then guilt, again, always: guilt for the dream, guilt for the curse, guilt for what he’s inevitably going to have to do next.

Jaskier arrives at his side, his lute bouncing on his back, face flushed, out of breath. He is completely soaked, his hair plastered to his face, his clothes sticking to him. As ever, he’s dressed inappropriately for the weather: another brightly coloured doublet over a thin chemise and boots that, to Geralt’s well trained eye, appear to be falling apart as if they’re made of nothing more substantial than wood pulp.

Jaskier’s shivering, his teeth chattering noisily together, but that doesn’t seem to deter him.

“Geralt!” He says with an enormous grin, reaching out, “it’s been—”

Geralt swiftly steps back. “Don’t touch me.”

Jaskier blinks at him, but seems unperturbed.

“Oh,” he says, jovially, “having one of those, are we? Well,” he shifts the weight of his bag from one shoulder to the other, “no matter! How are you? Aside from…” he flutters his fingers towards Geralt, “...the classic crotchetiness?”

Geralt is about to bite back with something gruff and truthful, but stops himself. Jaskier’s smiling at him in that easy, affable way he always does - he’s genuinely happy to see him, and before he can even stop himself, Geralt’s lying - quickly and easily.

“Fine,” he says, “I’m fine.”

Jaskier doesn’t seem to buy it. “Just fine?”

Geralt huffs at him, grabs his pack, and begins to walk towards the city. Jaskier, he knows, will follow him. At least in the city he can get dry.

The apples remain scattered across the grass.

~

“Where’s Roach?”

Geralt isn’t expecting this question. He doesn’t immediately respond, and Jaskier whitters on, talking over the sound of the rain.

“It’s unlike you to be travelling without her, is all, and I—” his words taper into a shocked little gasp. “Oh, Geralt, is she…? I just, I didn’t mean to pry, if she’s…” he mumbles over his words, and Geralt can hear his heartbeat picking up. “Oh, Geralt,” he breathes, “I’m sorry—”

He reaches out to him again, his hand seeking out Geralt’s arm, but Geralt snaps it away with a scowl and a gruff grumble so deep it could nearly be a growl.

Jaskier flinches away like he’s been burnt. “Right,” he says, “no touching. Got it. But, Geralt, is she really—”

“She’s fine.” Another lie. Or perhaps not: he truly doesn't know how she is.

“Right.”

Jaskier’s hands fiddle nervously with the leather strap of his lute, twisting it between his fingers - something Geralt is used to, now, when he’s feeling anxious.

Geralt had been worried he’d need to send Jaskier away - to scare him off, somehow, shout at him until he left him alone. But perhaps it’ll be easier than that: Jaskier won’t want to stay at his side when he’s acting like this, and better for it: he’s safer on his own, for once.

They approach the walls of the city together, and Geralt is ready for Jaskier to tell him he has some kind of bardic business in Vizima and he’ll see him, well, when he sees him - an easy enough excuse to spend as little time as possible attached to Geralt.

“So,” Jaskier says instead, clapping his hands together, “Where to?”

Geralt peers at him. “Don’t you have… business, here?”

Jaskier shrugs. “Not as such.”

Perhaps it will be harder to shake him than Geralt thinks.

“I’m looking for a mage.”

A quick scowl mars Jaskier’s handsome face. “A specific mage,” he says, quickly correcting the expression, “or did you just wake up with the urge?”

“Any mage.”

“Right then.” Jaskier places his hands on his hips and looks around, as if he has any idea where to find a mage in a city like this. “Uh…” He peers at Geralt. “How about a drink, first? I’ve been on the road for days, you know.”

Geralt weighs it up in his head. As far as he can tell, he should be safe - people should be safe from him - so long as no one touches his bare skin. But it’s still a risk. It would be safest, he knows, to stick to side streets, find a herbalist or an apothecary and start there - or head into the outskirts of the city, where the brothels and seedier taverns are, where people are more likely to speak freely about magic users and avoid witchers.

Yet…

It’s been months since he last saw Jaskier. If Geralt can’t find a mage, he’ll be forced to leave the city to continue the search, no doubt leaving Jaskier behind where the excitement and money and sex is. And if Geralt still can’t find a mage - well.

He doesn’t know how these kinds of curses work. He doesn’t know how long it will take to slow him, to break him down. It could be months or weeks or maybe even days before he finds himself on his back, like that deer, desperately gasping for final breaths that’ll never come.

Or, far more likely, he’ll become so enfeebled that something else will kill him first - a ghoul or a drowner or even just a pack of wild dogs.

If he can’t find a mage in the city, he’ll leave Jaskier in Vizima, and it may very well be the last time he sees him.

And - ah - that hurts. Geralt has long since accepted his inevitable death: he’s a witcher, after all, it’s what he was created to do. But the thought of leaving Jaskier behind is more bitter. He knows, in a roundabout way, that each time he sees him could be the last - Geralt’s life is dangerous, and Jaskier’s always falling into trouble, so breakably human. But this parting will be different.

“Fine,” he says, and if Jaskier is troubled by his hesitancy to respond he keeps it to himself. “But somewhere quiet. And you need to get dry.”

It’s a poor compromise, he knows - favouring his urge to stay with Jaskier over the desire to protect those around him. But he can’t quite bring himself to leave just yet.

~

Geralt had been wrong, when he assumed that it would be easy to keep out of people’s way.

It is easy to keep out of people’s way. It’s near impossible to keep out of Jaskier’s. He’s always there, always fluttering about, and even after a pint of tepid ale, a meagre lunch, and a quick dry off and change of clothes in the tavern’s cramped back room, he dogs Geralt’s heels as he attempts to find a mage in the bustling city.

He is, at least, steadfastly keeping his hands to himself. After those first two snaps - those biting words - Jaskier has quickly reigned in his flailing arms, his grabbing hands, keeping them drumming on the table or patting his knees or constantly twiddling his fingers together.

The day passes quickly - spurred along by a sense of long sought for purpose and Jaskier’s constant, trilling laughter. It’s easy for Geralt to forget why he’s here, the thing that even now is squeezing in his lungs, as Jaskier dances along beside him, never once stopping for breath.

By the time the sun sets Geralt is no closer to finding a mage. Somehow, spending the day in the city is more tiring than spending it walking down the bank of the Ismena, and he can begin to feel that now-familiar wheeze in his chest. He’s aware of Jaskier’s worried gaze on him when they finally stop, but he’s happy to ignore it.

Jaskier cannot know. Geralt’s not sure how he came to this decision - but now he’s made it, it feels like the right choice.

He cannot know.

They find a tiny inn at the edge of the city. The innkeep asks what they’ll be needing - one bed or two - and before Jaskier can reply Geralt cuts him off.

“Two,” he says, in a tone that leaves no room for argument.

Geralt doesn’t know if he’s imagining the hurt that briefly passes across Jaskier’s face, but he can’t let himself linger on it. It’s better this way - safer for them both. There can be no shared beds, no warm baths, none of those little intimate touches he’s grown so used to over the past decade and a half.

He’ll miss them.

The last time they travelled together, Jaskier had attentively stitched a nasty gash on Geralt’s shoulder, rubbing ointment into his skin with his careful, calloused fingers. He’d washed the blood from Geralt’s hair and the monster ichor from his skin, rinsing the sticky black ooze from the cuts that marred Geralt’s back and arms. It had been the middle of summer, then, the air oppressively warm, and Jaskier had stripped to his waist before getting to work. The bath water had been too hot, and the steam had made his skin flushed and shiny with sweat, glistening in the low orange light of the candles and the last rays of the setting sun pouring through the windows.

Geralt thought that Jaskier’s hands had lingered on his skin for longer than usual that evening. It had been a hard fight, and they were both exhausted. Geralt had returned covered in blood - some his own, some not - and there’d been a moment for both of them when they hadn’t expected him to come back at all.

There’d been a tension, there. But it hadn’t been a new tension - rather, Geralt suspected, like the first distant rumble of thunder before a storm, or the second-to-last stone atop a cairn too close to tumbling. It had been building, and he’d been trying to ignore it. He wondered if Jaskier had felt it too.

Probably not. To Jaskier, it was probably just another evening - one of hundreds, all the same.

They parted ways three days later. Geralt had business in Rinde, and Jaskier in Oxenfurt, and for once their schedules had failed to align.

The gap between then and now is immeasurable. The night Geralt had returned, blood soaked and half dead, they’d slept twined around each other in the too-small bed. For once, Geralt hadn’t complained about the clinginess: he’d soaked in it.

He should have appreciated it more. He should have been appreciating it for those fifteen fucking years. And now - now it’s too late.

Two beds, several meters apart.

Jaskier doesn’t even complain. He dumps his bags on the one closest to the window, sits for just a moment and then is suddenly on his feet again.

“I should earn us some coin,” he says, his voice too bright, too springy, “if you’re looking for a mage. And I could do with the practise, lest I forget all my songs…” he licks his lips, and Geralt forces himself to look away. “There’s a tavern, just down the street. Do you, ah—”

If he could, Geralt would join him. He wants to see him play - wants to see him dance around the stage, commanding a captive audience like a gaudy peacock. But the press of people is too great a risk, the risk of passing this thing on. He doesn’t care for crowds at the best of times, and this: this is the worst of times.

Even without the inherent risk he poses just by existing, right now, he’s exhausted: he feels bone-tired, his legs aching, his chest tight even as he begins to carefully strip away his armour.

“No,” he says, then feels quickly guilty. “I… can’t. I need to…” he falters, “...to rest,” he settles on, mumbling the last word.

Jaskier - looks at him, really looks at him. There’s a line between his eyebrows, like he’s working something out, putting together a puzzle.

“Right,” he says, and while Geralt is expecting him to pry - to prod and dig and wheedle his way beneath Geralt’s stony exterior - he doesn’t. He just… nods, slinging his lute back over his shoulder. “I’ll see you later, then.”

He goes to leave, then hovers in the open doorway - halfway between the room and the corridor beyond. He pierces Geralt under that same, nervous gaze.

“Get some rest,” he says, too sincerely for Geralt’s liking. “You look like you need it.”

~

Jaskier returns late into the night. Geralt is roused from his deep, turbulent dreams by the bard’s gentle padding around the room - made somewhat less gentle when he attempts to place his lute against the wall and it slides to the floor with an echoing clunk.

Geralt is too tired to do more than shift a little under the thin sheet. Jaskier smells of ale and adrenaline and sweat. Geralt has been half-expecting him to return smelling of someone else - he’s been dreading that, in fact - but he just smells of Jaskier.

He pauses by the side of Geralt’s bed for a moment, and even with his eyes shut Geralt is aware that he’s being watched. He hopes Jaskier isn’t about to reach for him, preparing himself for an argument.

But Jaskier doesn’t try to touch him. He just hovers there, and Geralt can hear his heartbeat, smell the ale on his breath, the mustiness on his clothes. And then, finally, he moves away. Geralt listens as Jaskier undresses and slides beneath the covers of the other bed.

Geralt falls asleep before Jaskier does.

~

If there’s any single human on the continent who can wear through Geralt’s reserve - even when he’s fucking cursed - it’s Jaskier.

Jaskier does well. At first. He doesn’t try to touch Geralt at all: Not to reach out, like he often will, not to sling an arm over his shoulder or nudge their shoulders together as they walk side-by-side.

It’s not Jaskier’s fault that he forgets, Geralt thinks. He’d fallen into that easy companionship again, easing Jaskier into a false sense of security after that initial terseness. It’s almost like it always is. Almost.

It’s no surprise, then, that while they’re eating their evening meal after their first full day in the city that Jaskier makes a joke about something Geralt is barely even listening to, reaches out, and affably pats Geralt’s shoulder.

Geralt freezes. Jaskier freezes, too, for a completely different reason.

“Shit,” he says, “Touching. Right. Shit. Sorry, I—”

Geralt can’t say anything. He’s waiting for the world to end. But Jaskier is fine, and it’s just his skin, he reminds himself. Just his skin. Jaskier’s hand had brushed against his armour - thick leather armour layered over straps and buckles and all of that over a cotton undershirt.

“It’s fine,” he says, thanking the gods that Jaskier isn’t blessed with his attuned hearing - that he can’t hear how loud his heart suddenly feels.

And it is fine.

And then - it’s like a dam bursting. All it takes are those two words - a quiet concession - and Jaskier is back to his usual self. His ever-busy hands are back, winding their way across Geralt’s arms, slapping him on the back, patting him on his shoulder when something catches his eye or he has something devastatingly witty to say.

Geralt is wearing his gloves all the time, now, so the only part of him exposed is his face and head, and there’s no reason for Jaskier to reach out to touch his cheek, his jaw, his hair. The fear never really goes away - but he knows it’s fruitless, knows that Jaskier is safe, so long as he never touches Geralt’s skin.

He worries he isn’t being cautious enough. But when Jaskier loops a hand around his arm as they weave through the city, it’s impossible to make him let go.

~

Vizimia is the biggest city in Temeria. It should, by all rights, be bursting with mages and magic users. But Geralt is coming up short, again and again.

It’s been three days in the city - three days with Jaskier by his side in the daytime and off earning coin after sunset - and he’s no closer to finding a cure than when he first stepped through the gates.

The closest he gets is an alchemist, her tiny shop built into the wall of the city itself. She can tell something’s wrong with him immediately, and pushes herbs and tinctures on him - at a cost, of course. When he’s restocked - including several vials of a foul smelling green liquid she swears will ease the ache in his chest - she finally answers his questions.

“There was a sorceress, here, oh…” she tilts her head, “a few weeks ago. Gone now, of course.”

“Where did she go?”

The alchemist shrugs. “South. Towards Maribor.”

Geralt sighs. It’s helpful, but he can’t shake the feeling it’s too late now. Maribor could be three week’s walk away, given how his wheezing is getting harder to ignore and his body aches even after a few hours exploring the city. But the woman is giving him that expression that he’s learnt to recognise in peddlers and merchants and the occasional blacksmith. It’s not one he’s been given by a fucking alchemist before.

He reaches into his bag and pulls a fistful of coins from his purse, letting them tumble onto the table.

She smiles.

“There is one thing…”

“What?”

“There’s a town, other side of the lake, through the forest,” says the alchemist, thoughtfully. “Hethe. Two days walk, if you’re walking slowly. It’s small, but there’s a castle nearby, some elven ruin…” she waves a dismissive hand - elven ruins are commonplace in Vizima - “There was talk a few days back of strange goings-on. Noise and smoke and the like. The sorceress may have stopped there, for a time. Strong residual magic there, where the elves tilled the ground. Useful to a mage, I’d think.”

That sounds more hopeful.

“Did you catch her name?” He asks.

She raises her eyebrows at him. “I told you where she might have gone. I won’t tell you more than that.” She clucks to herself, shaking her head as she begins to tidy the shelves. “I like my limbs attached, thank you, master Witcher.”

He thanks her anyway, pays her handsomely for the supplies, and returns to the inn. The night is drawing in, now, and it’s likely too late to move on, but he can tell Jaskier what he’s learnt and make plans to set off with the dawn.

As it turns out, Jaskier is waiting for him in their room. Geralt had been expecting him to be absent - or at least readying himself for an impromptu concert in one of Vizima’s many taverns - but he’s reclining on his bed beneath the window, reading, when Geralt enters.

“Not performing tonight?” Geralt asks, as he carefully places his new supplies on the bed.

Jaskier looks up, and Geralt suddenly realises that the room is sweet-smelling - rose petals and chamomile. Some new oil, he suspects. There’s another scent, too, milder than the perfume, but there nonetheless - a citrusy tartness, fear but not fear, either. Something softer than that.

“Actually,” says Jaskier, placing the book down, “I thought we could eat together tonight.” He swings his legs off of the bed, “I should give my throat a rest, before I lose my voice. It’s tickling, already… and what good is a mute bard?” He smiles, wiggling his shoulders. “Besides, performing just isn’t the same without your grumpy face staring at me.”

This is a sentiment Geralt finds himself sharing. He’s missed hearing Jaskier sing - not that he wants to admit that. There’s a side to Jaskier that’s only really revealed when he’s performing, and Geralt enjoys seeing it - even if it comes packaged around pomp and overly dramatic acting. But it’s simply too great a risk: while he’s happy enough to let Jaskier touch him, he can’t cope with the constant risk of the crowd, always on guard.

“I always thought I was putting you off,” he says, eyebrows raised.

“Hah,” Jaskier laughs, eyes sparkling. “Is that why you’re always so intense? Trying to trip me up?” He grins. “It doesn’t work. You’re my muse, Geralt. It only makes sense that I perform better when you’re off in the corner scowling because you hate my singing so much…”

“I don’t hate your singing.”

It slips out, unbidden, and that grabs Jaskier’s attention. He turns, eyes wide, and that citrusy smell is suddenly intense. It mingles with the floral perfume, not unpleasantly. “...Oh?”

“I like your singing,” says Geralt, aware of how much he’s suddenly exposing himself - making himself vulnerable. “It’s the subjects that I find objectionable.”

He hopes Jaskier will cling to the criticism, not the praise - that he’ll puff up like an angry chicken, offended at the perceived slight. He doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t.

“How do you like my singing?”

Geralt hesitates. It’s too complicated a question, one that he can’t just answer. He likes Jaskier’s voice - it’s clear and powerful, and he has the uncanny ability to carry emotions in the lyrics that other bards lack. It’s not just that his voice is good - although it is, of course - it’s that he can do things with his voice that others can’t. Geralt isn’t well-versed in emotions after so many years of training himself to push them back, but Jaskier’s singing makes him think he can understand them a little better.

The bloviating and bravado he can do without, but there’s a few songs - very few, in fact - that are quieter and simpler and there’s something about watching Jaskier, perched on a stool or sat on a table or leant against a wall, his eyes down, his fingers moving slowly up and down the strings… it’s like he can see him, properly.

“You have a good voice.”

It’s a poor description of the way Jaskier’s singing actually makes him feel, but it’s the best he can do - certainly the best he can do without incriminating himself. But Jaskier lights up, and the smile that cracks his mouth is so bright and genuine that it makes Geralt’s chest squeeze in a way that has nothing to do with the curse.

“Well,” he says, cheerily. “I’ll have to perform for you later. I’m sure my vocal cords can cope with one more song.”

~

The tavern Jaskier leads him to is more of an eatery than a drinking spot. It’s out of the way, built between two larger buildings with creeping roses embedded into the crumbling brickwork. Geralt realises, with another one of those squeezes, that Jaskier has been listening to him - he’s watched his hesitancy over these past few days - and brought him somewhere quiet, somewhere without a lot of other people to avoid.

This also means, Geralt cannot help but notice, that this place must be expensive. He tries to mention this to Jaskier, but he waves him off with a laugh.

“People tip musicians well in Vizima,” he says.

Geralt is expecting a cold reception, but no one even looks up at him. The staff treat him cordially, the other patrons ignore him. This, he supposes, is the benefit of having cash to spare - although he can’t help but think that Jaskier’s money would be better spent on a pair of boots that actually keep the rain out.

It’s… nice. But he can’t help but feel this is the end of something. He tells Jaskier about the alchemist, about the sorceress, about the town on the other side of the lake. He doesn’t know if Jaskier will come with him or stay in the city. If he stays, maybe this is the end. Tomorrow Geralt will leave, seeking out a cure that might not exist. This could be the last night they spend together.

There’s a finality to that that sits poorly in his stomach.

Perhaps Jaskier can sense his odd mood, his sullen silences meaning more, now, than they once did. He still doesn’t pry, but moves the conversation swiftly along to more uplifting topics - to old adventures and foolish gambles and shared moments, and beneath the small table Geralt can feel their knees knocking together, Jaskier’s foot sliding between his own.

The food is good, but he barely tastes it - the ale is better, and flows easily. By the time they leave, stumbling into the dark, they’re both well into their cups. He’s not forgotten the cloud that looms over him - that looms above them both - but it’s easier to ignore it when his head feels light and Jaskier laughs at his side, deliberately bumping into him.

He wishes he could pull his gloves off and touch him. Jaskier’s face is flushed - he wants to feel how warm his cheeks are. His hair is a wild mess, as it always is when he’s drinking, and Geralt wants to run his hands through it, feel how soft he knows it is. He wants to take his hand and grip his fingers and slide their digits together and—

It’s an impossibility, even without the creeping curse that’s hibernating beneath his skin.

They make their way back to the inn, to the tiny room. He’s completely forgotten Jaskier’s promise of a personal performance until he’s pulling the lute from its case and tuning the strings. Jaskier peers up, and spots Geralt staring.

“Did you still want—”

“Yeah.”

He swallows as he loops the strap over his neck. “I’ve got a new one,” he says, quietly, “But I’m still fine tuning it.” He settles his fingers over the strings. “So be nice.”

“I’m always nice.”

That elicits a laugh - short and sweet - and then Jaskier begins.

It’s another ballad, that much is immediately clear: one of the softer, slower tunes that Geralt favours over the bawdy drinking songs or the overblown retellings of his own life. It’s a love song, an unrequited love song, about wanting and needing and loving and all those things that Jaskier seems so good at. It’s sad, too - not like so many of his ballads which mourn love’s loss while celebrating the having of it - but empty and grasping and reaching for something that doesn’t exist.

He understands, for once, what Jaskier is singing about. He understands it so much it hurts.

Geralt is so entranced, so taken with the soft words and plucked strings, that he doesn’t even realise that the tart, citrus smell he’d noticed that evening has grown until Jaskier stops singing, laying the lute across his lap, and it suddenly fills the room.

“What do you think?” He asks, a little breathless. “Is it any good?”

It’s - Geralt doesn’t have the words. “It’s good,” he says. “It’s… it’s beautiful.”

Jaskier smiles - but the motion doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His fingers dab on the strings, his teeth worry his bottom lip.

“What did you think of the lyrics?” Jaskier says, looking away - looking down. “I’m, ah, I’m a little concerned they’re a tad trite. They’re a bit…” he looks up, finally. “A bit obvious, I fear.”

Geralt isn’t sure what he means. He understood them, at least - but where he’s impressed, an expert may find them overly sentimental.

“I can’t say,” he says, truthfully. “But I understood them. Maybe that means they are too obvious,” he adds, with a self-deprecating laugh.

Jaskier is not laughing. “You understood?”

Geralt nods, wondering why Jaskier is suddenly so serious.

“Oh.” It’s more of a sigh than a word - a gentle breath out. And then Jaskier finally moves the lute, placing it onto the bed, and he stands, and he crosses the space between their beds, and his eyes are wide and his heart stuttering and—

He sits next to Geralt. Their knees brush. Jaskier places his hand on his shoulder, moving him, and Geralt complies - he will always comply - and then with a soft, unsure noise Jaskier is leaning in and his breath - fuck - his breath is on Geralt’s lips and he realises, suddenly, what’s happening.

Geralt springs back like a startled animal, like he’s been struck by lightning, like he’s been burnt, and Jaskier freezes.

“No—” he says, and, gods, not like this— “I can’t—”

Jaskier’s soft expression drops for just a second. Just a single second of pain, of hurt, of sudden, well-placed heartbreak. And then he’s back, back to his unreadable calmness.

“Right,” he says, “Shit, I, ah…” He swallows, shifting back across the bed, right to the edge. “Sorry. Sorry, I just… the beer, and...” he laughs, but the sound is wrong, fake and broken at the edges. “I should…” he loses his thought, his hands balling in the thin sheets of Geralt’s bed, “fuck.”

He forces another laugh. He’s smiling - a stiff, constrained expression that’s somehow worse than the pain that had flickered across his face before - but Geralt can hear his heart thundering, can smell the adrenaline and the fear and the hurt coming off of him in waves, like a wounded animal.

Like that deer in the forest. Killed with a single touch.

“It’s late,” Jaskier says, finally, speaking too quickly, voice stumbling over itself. “We should sleep. I should… I…”

Jaskier stands. The bed shifts as he does. He tucks the lute away back in its case, locking it closed with a horrible sort of finality. He kicks off his boots and then, without bothering to get undressed, he slides into his own bed, facing the wall, his back to Geralt.

Fuck.

It’s with equal silence that Geralt, too, undresses, crawls beneath his own sheets.

He curls beneath the blanket, listening to the sound of Jaskier pretending to sleep. They both lie in their respective beds, the distance between their bodies now a casm, both of them awake.

He should tell him. There’s - there’s so many things Geralt should tell him.

But he can’t. He can’t tell him about the curse, because Jaskier will be worried, because he’ll go after him. He can’t tell him that it’s going to kill him. He can’t tell Jaskier that - gods - he loves him - because what unimaginable tourture would that be?

If Jaskier doesn’t know, he’ll be better prepared to move on. It’s the most sensible thing for him to do - to accept the perceived rejection and leave. Geralt wouldn’t blame him if he did: to stay with Geralt will surely be too painful, now.

There’s a twist to that. Perhaps this will make it easier for Jaskier if Geralt can’t lift the curse after all. It will be easier to move on from the man who broke his heart than the man who still held it gently in his grip. Perhaps the mourning will sting less, now, if he mourns at all.

In the darkness, he can still feel the hot huff of Jaskier’s breath against his lips, the intoxicating warmth of his body so close to Geralt’s own.

“I can’t.” It had been all Geralt could say, with so much left unspoken. “I can’t. But gods, Jask, I want to.”

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #okay so its a real angst fest #this is VERY angsty #lots of death mention #lots of hurt and basically no comfort #but pt 2 does end happily i swear #also roach is fine #also yES its a self indulgent title shush

[pies-writes-and-more]

the first time saying I love you p. 2

Warnings: nothing! Maybe some swearing but all fluff!

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Toru, & Tsukishima Kei, all with a Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much @livy384​ for asking for a part 2 of this idea!!! I was so excited to see someone wanted to see more of one of my headcanons haha. So here you go lovely!! A big thank you as usual to my inspiration babies @thisnoodlewritesao3​ and @satan-ruler-of-hells​ <3  Also I’m sorry I know Oikawa’s is shorter than the others but I’ve never written for him or thought about writing for him so i’m so very sorry if it sucks xD

pt. 1

Iwaizumi Hajime Who says it first: Neither of you

It was supposed to have been a really cute date - Iwaizumi had remembered you telling your friend that there was a market near by that you’ve always wanted to go visit, but never had anyone to go with. Naturally, Iwaizumi tucked that information in the back of his brain and planned.

It was a Saturday and Iwaizumi had somehow managed to get himself away from practice, making you smile wide when he asked if you wanted to spend the day together. You knew he felt a little bad lately, being so busy with volleyball, and as much as you never blamed him for it, you were happy to be spoiled with his presence. When he started walking you towards the market, your eyes went wide, looking at all the cute stalls that you wanted to visit and the items you wanted to check out.

“Iwa!” You grinned up at him, shaking his arm excitedly. “How did you know I wanted to go here?”

He just shrugged and gave you a smile, patting your head gently, “Let’s find some cute things for my cute girlfriend hm?” You beamed and happily took his hand, the two of you going around to each stall.

There was too much to look at honestly and you wanted nothing more than to carry bundles of everything home. Iwa managed to sneak away from you for a second while you talked to a stall owner, picking out a necklace for you and holding it close to his chest for a moment, just thinking of you. Meanwhile, you managed to find a beautiful lucky charm to give him for his next game. He never really needed it but you always liked the gesture of being the one to give it to him anyways.

It was a perfect date so far.

And then Oikawa showed up.

“Iwa!” He grinned, waving from afar. You laughed, realizing that Oikawa had most likely followed you guys here. You never minded him tagging along on your dates (though the girls that followed him were sometimes a bit extreme), but Iwaizumi on the other hand... never seemed too happy to see his best friend.

Iwaizumi groaned loudly, annoyed at himself for casually mentioning that he’d be bringing you here this weekend, “Why are you here?” He grumbled, glaring at his friend as he made his way over.

Oikawa just pouted, “I just wanted to make sure you were being nice to Y/N!”

“When am I ever mean to Y/N?”

“I dunno, but you’re mean to me and I’m your best friend so I just assumed it was how you show affection,” Oikawa chuckled and gave you a wave, “Are you two having fun?”

You nodded and glanced around at all the other stalls you still wanted to visit, “There’s so much to look at! Are you looking to get anything, Oikawa?”

The boy just smiled and looked around, “I dunno, I’ll have to look around some! What did you two get?” He asked, nodding at the little bags and packages you were holding.

“Oh! I found this cute little decoration for my parents’ kitchen,” you explain, showing off some of the little knickknacks you found. “I wanted to find some sort of accessory for myself. Maybe like a barrette or a bracelet,” you admitted, eyes drifting away again as if you would be able to find something from where you were standing.

“Like this?” Oikawa asked, peeking into Iwaizumi’s bag and pulling out a little jewlery box, opening it to see the necklace that Iwaizumi had bought you.

“You asshole! Give that back!” Iwaizumi’s eyes went wide, realizing he had had his eyes locked on you the whole time you were talking because you were just so cute, he hadn’t even noticed Oikawa practically pickpocketing him.

Oikawa’s bottom lip just stuck out again, huffing and holding the item farther away from his best friend, “Why are you so mean? If you bought it for her, shouldn’t you give it to her? What, were you just going to let her buy something else for herself and waste her money?”

Iwaizumi’s whole face was red. He didn’t want to yell out his whole plan to the market, let alone to Oikawa when you were standing right there, laughing at the whole encounter.

“Stop being so shy, Iwa,” Oikawa cooed, smiling as he looked at you, “I’m sure she thinks it’s really cute that you buy her things to show her you love her!”

“Shittykawa, please shut the hell up,” Iwaizumi glared at his friend, still trying to grab the box away from him.

“Aw don’t put words in his mouth, Oikawa,” you giggled, smiling up at your boyfriend and his friend, “I think he just does it cause he’s sweet.”

Oikawa noticed the way you were so quick to dismiss his words, glancing between you and Iwaizumi, completely confused, “What do you mean?”

“Oikawa, I swear to god, please go before I kill you,” Iwaizumi was practically clawing his hands up to Oikawa’s neck, his whole body feeling flustered.

“Iwaizumi, did you tell her you didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of your friends? It’s okay! She can know I know! It’s not like you don’t talk about it all the time.”

“Talk about what?” You asked, growing more confused as the conversation went on.

“About how much he loves you! He talks about it all the time with the team!” Oikawa beamed, finally letting Iwaizumi grab the jewelry box from his hands.

Your eyes go wide, looking over at Iwaizumi, who seemed suddenly very concerned over kicking some dust on the ground. His whole face was red, eyes looking literally anywhere but at you.

“You love me?” You squeaked out nervously.

“No! I-I mean, yes but- hang on,” your boyfriend groaned. He had the whole thing planned out, he had wanted to tell you a whole speech about how much he loved you and now that whole plan was absolutely ruined.

Oikawa’s body froze as he watched the two of you, sheepishly laughing, “Oh... I spoiled it didn’t I? That’s what the necklace was for hm?”

“Shittykawa, if one more word leaves your lips-” Iwaizumi huffed, punching his arm with an annoyed look on his face.

“I’m sorry, Iwa! I didn’t mean to spoil your first love confession! But honestly, I’m such a big part of your life, maybe it’s better this way-” Oikawa grinned, obviously trying to lift up some of the tension.

“I’m going to count to three, and if you’re not gone by the end of it, I will literally bury you alive.” There was something different about this death threat, a growl in Iwaizumi’s throat building with his anger.

Oikawa’s smile tensed and he just turned to you with a little wave, “I suddenly remembered I have to be literally anywhere else but here. Have a nice date! Please convince him not to kill me!”

You had never seen Oikawa dash away so quickly, his figure gone almost immediately after waving goodbye.

Iwaizumi seemed so angry, all you could was offer a small smile, “You okay?” You asked softly, touching his arm gently.

He seemed to relax a bit at your touch, sighing and just turning to look at you, “Yeah. Please don’t listen to anything he says. He’s literally an idiot.”

You smiled shyly, rocking on your heels awkwardly, “So... you don’t love me then?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widened immediately, shaking his hands in front of him quickly in denial, “N-No. I mean. Yes. Just don’t listen to him. But yes, I love you.” He hesitated for a moment, seeming to watch your eyes. “Unless you don’t love me back, then we can just pretend none of this happened,” he mumbled shyly, rubbing the back of his head.

You couldn’t help but giggle, pushing his arm playfully, “You idiot. Of course I love you.”

He blinked in surprise, staring at your face and trying to make sure you weren’t just joking with him, “Oh. Well in that case, this is for you.” He handed you the small box holding the necklace, watching as you open it to find a small pendant of your favourite animal. “The heart ones just seemed so cheesy,” he admitted with a shrug. “But I hope you think of me whenever you wear it.”

Your heart literally grew three sizes, this boy was being so cute and sweet. You nodded up at him happily, still admiring your new necklace, which was exactly what you had hoped to find at the market, “I will.”

He whispered another “I love you” to you as he helped clasp the necklace behind your neck, pressing a kiss to your cheek from behind and sending a tingle down your spine. 

He said “I love you” to you every hour after that - if his surprise was going to be spoiled, he was going to spoil you with those words over and over again, never wanting you to forget how he feels about you.

Oikawa Toru Who says it first: You

Oikawa was literally the worst person to study with - he was always so distracting. How could someone who barely looks at his notes during your study dates be in Class 6? He was always busy with volleyball anyways, so how was it possible that he had any other time to do work?

“Hurry up and finish your work so we can go do something fun,” Oikawa hummed with a smirk on his face, having already finished his homework. He refused to let you look at his answers, or even help you, because “how are you supposed to learn, Y/N?” Smug ass look on his face how rude. “I might just have to go on some adventure on my own while I wait for you to finally finish.”

You just roll your eyes and mumble something about hating him making him laugh.

“Aww, is someone pouting?” He teased, ruffling up your hair happily. “I’m sorry, baby, I just love looking at your cute concentration face!”

You rolled your eyes, glaring at him playfully, “You’re refusing to help me because you want to look at my face? Take a picture why don’t you.”

“I already have,” he beamed, showing you the new background for his phone. You did not look the least bit attractive in your opinion, but Oikawa was smiling so happily at the photo, how could you argue?

“You’re an idiot,” you mumble with a huff, scribbling a half-assed answer on your sheet of paper.

“Aw come on, Y/N,” Oikawa smirked, sliding closer to you and tilting your chin up with a singular finger so you were forced to look him in the eyes. “You know you love me,” he teased in that fake sultry voice of his.

Normally, you’d just get a bit flustered - there was just something about those bedroom eyes of his eyes that made you squirm. But here, just sitting here with him and realizing that even when he took ugly pictures of you, this perfect pretty boy still wanted to be with you... you realized there wasn’t a single person you’d rather be with right now. Or ever.

“Ya you’re right,” you smiled up at him, pulling away from his teasing look and turning back to your homework. “I do love you.”

The expression on his face was probably photo worthy and later, you’d wish you had snapped a picture of it. The utter shock was enough to send all the blood flying out of his face, a nosebleed soon ensuing.

“Oikawa! Are you okay?” You asked with wide eyes, rushing to get tissues.

“F-Fine! I’m fine!” The fact that all the blood was rushing to his rosy cheeks probably wasn’t helping his nosebleed, only making it flow faster.

The two of you laughed when his bleeding was under control, Oikawa blushing enough to look like a marker colour, “You can’t just say stuff like that to a guy, Y/N! That’s so mean! Teasing me like that.” He pouted, crossing his arms like a child.

You tilted your head slightly, watching him for a moment before saying, “Teasing? What do you mean? I meant it, Oikawa, you idiot.”

His eyes would just widen and suddenly homework wasn’t all that important anymore.

“Oikawa! it’s due this week!” You insisted as he dragged you out of the house, your hand firmly held in his.

“Too bad! We’re going for ice cream!” He declared with a grin. “Oh and Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I love you too. Idiot.” His smile was as wide as ever but there was a genuine love in his eyes as he looked at you, soon leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

But don’t worry, later he’d help you with your homework. As long as you said “I love you” to him one more time.

Tsukishima Who says it first: Him

Tsukishima says he loves you in actions more than he does words at first, throwing you snacks that he carries with him specifically for you, when he notices you getting hungry. He’ll bring an extra hoodie or wear one when he knows he’ll get too warm for it, because he knows you like to be comfy and warm. He offers to come over and study with you when you’re getting nervous over a test, holds your hand and squeezes it gently if he notices you getting anxious over something, and he walks you to and from home every day.

He loves you. And even though you can feel it through his actions, you weren’t quite sure if he was ready to hear that you loved him too.

Honestly, you would’ve been fine just going about your relationship the way that it was. But of course, what good would having upperclassmen in his volleyball team be if they didn’t annoy the shit out of him and talk about your relationship?

Tanaka had been going on and on in the club room about how badly he wanted a girlfriend, pouting to himself because he was still unsure of how Tsukishima, a salty brat, managed to get a cute girlfriend like you before he did.

“God it must be so nice to have someone to hug and hold hands with and tell them ‘I love you’ every five seconds! If I had a girlfriend, I wouldn’t let her leave my presence until she knew how much I loved her!” Tanaka was saying, Noya nodding aggressively in agreement.

Tsukishima’s ears perked hearing this, pulling his gym shirt over his head as he got ready to head home for the night.

“How did you do it, Tsukishima?” Noya asked randomly, a grin on his face. “I bet you’re secretly super romantic aren’t you? You got her flowers and chocolates and stuff huh?”

“How did I do what?” Tsukishima asked flatly, glancing back at them. The second years shared a look and then looked back at him, both tilting their heads simultaneously.

“How did you first tell Y/N you loved her,” Tanaka explained, his eyes narrowing as he watched Tsukishima’s eyes move away from them. “Wait a minute, you haven’t told her yet?”

“Tsukishima! You asshole! Don’t you know how lucky you are to have such a cute girl on your arm? Always doing cute things for you like that time she made you a bento box? Or when she comes to our games and always cheers the loudest for us?” Noya’s yelling was soon turning into a tearful whine, still upset that he didn’t have these things that Tsukishima did.

The blond boy just tried to turn away, packing up his things as his upperclassmen moaned.

“Tanaka, Noya, leave the boy alone,” Sugawara scolded. “I’m sure Tsukishima’s going to tell her on his own time! Aren’t you, Tsukishima?” His voice was so sweet, as if he was only trying to help him out, but Sugawara’s eyes told a different story - one where he was really trying to pry an answer from the first year.

All eyes were on him once again and Tsukishima was silently wishing he had left earlier without getting dressed. The question loomed over the club room like a raincloud, pressure on Tsukishima’s answer building the more the silence lasted.

“Sure,” he answered finally before leaving the room, shifting his bag on his shoulder slightly. He hadn’t really thought about it before. Why hadn’t he told you yet? He knew he loved you, it’s not like he was an idiot in denial over it. He had spent a good year in denial but he wouldn’t admit it. He knew he loved you but why hadn’t he said anything yet?

The idea of telling you made his whole face feel hot but why? It’s not like he hadn’t sent you songs about love, or watched those sappy romantic movies with you and thought about you the whole time. So why hadn’t he said it? It was just three words after all, wasn’t it? Three little words.

There you were, waiting for him again outside of the gym. You had that cute little smile on your face that you always had whenever you caught his eye. He loved that smile.

“Ready?” You asked happily, him holding out his arm for you slightly and you link yours with it and just look up at him with those gorgeous eyes. He loved your eyes.

“How was practice?” You asked as the two of you walked and he told you all about how annoying Hinata and Kageyama was, you always laughing when he expressed his annoyance. He loved your laugh.

At some point while you two were walking home, Tsukishima felt himself stop. He could feel Tanaka and Noya’s words starting to get to him, an uneasy feeling in his stomach making him feel... different. He knew if he didn’t say it now, he never would.

“Tsukishima?” You blinked up at him, noting the way he stopped so abruptly. “Are you okay?”

He took a breath - if you were going to reject him, that would be fine. Everything would be fine. No it wouldn’t, he heard that little voice in his head say. What the hell would we do without you?

Despite his conflicting thoughts on the matter, Tsukishima pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to silence them as he managed to get out weakly, “I love you, Y/N.”

You just stood there for what felt like forever. Why weren’t you saying anything? His heart fell a little as you just stared at him, your face not betraying any of your emotions.

“What?” You squeaked.

He sighed frustratedly, unsure if you were trying to give him a way to go back on his words, or if you were really this deaf. “I love you,” he repeated himself, his voice louder and firmer this time. If he was going to get rejected, it wouldn’t be because he backed down. He would make sure of it.

But soon your lips were curling into that smile that he loved, your eyes were sparkling up at him, and a giggle fell from your lips, “I-I love you too, Tsukishima!” You beamed, hopping a little where you stood in excitement.

He couldn’t hide how happy that made him. His lips turned into a smile and he reached up to pat your head, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, “Alright, stop looking at me like. It’s late, we should get you home,” he told you, scolding you as if you had been the one to stop first.

But it didn’t matter. Because Tsukishima Kei said he loved you and those were the last three words you had ever expected him to say, even though you had felt the same all this time.

For the first time ever, Tsukishima actually took the advice of his upperclassmen and made it his promise to himself that he would never let you leave his sight without telling you “I love you”, even if it had to be over text because he wasn’t quite ready to say it in front of everyone else yet. But he would tell you over and over again, because even when he was annoyed at you or in a bad mood, Tsukishima loved you and he didn’t ever want you to think otherwise.

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Hey-o! The Yandere Mael post was absolutely fantastic! I thoroughly loved reading it, you've done a wonderful job! Would it be possible for a Part 2? Where we see what Mael does to the creep? I'm not sure if you're still doing asks right now or if they're closed, so if not ignore the request. Seriously tho, I've reread the thing like five times, the little thing you did with the contradictory words with how he is with his S/O compared to how he is with others- at least others deemed a threat. It's wonderful and I was delighted when I realised. Well done!

Thank you so much, I`m grinning so much right now! And, well, requests were closed at the time but I`m a sucker for compliments so whatever. 

warning!: swears, burning

Yandere Mael with an injured darling Pt. 2

The next morning seemed peaceful enough as you prepared yourself for the day. The events of the day before had you still shaken up, but Mael was doing his best to calm you, his evidently never ending tranquility influencing you. His gentleness was surprising seeing as you had prepared yourself for an emotional outburst but it was welcomed nonetheless. It`s better to settle this matter with a clear mind, you think.

After your boyfriend presses a kiss against your forehead and whispers some loving words he leaves, having to get to work, a meeting he told you, about half an hour or so before you have to get going, too. There`s an undeniable warmth in your now light chest as you remember his promise to talk to the guy, there is no way that he could bother you again after, seeing how influential Mael is.  

As soon as the door had closed behind him a grim expression replaced your boyfriend`s smile. He had been able to comfort you, now he had to take care of someone, no, something else. How anyone with a consciousness could dare harm you was beyond him, he wouldn`t have been surprised if he had found his target had no soul to begin with. That would at least explain his missing morality, his devoid heart and overall stupidity. 

If asked how he felt at that moment, Mael would have responded that he despised that dirtbag through gritted teeth, and even though despising someone is less a feeling and more something one does it was the most accurate description of his mind at that moment. 

He placed a neutral facade on his face, what he`s about to do is nothing others should suspect him of after all. He had spend most of the night planing, his imagination coming up with the cruelest of punishments before deciding on a quick but painful one, he didn`t want to waste much time on that bastard after all. Controlling each of his movements as to not let his sinister thoughts shine through he made his way to the place he guessed the criminal to be at or at least someone that knew where he would be. Was it creepy that your boyfriend was able to find out where the creep lived even though he didn`t leave your side? Yes. Did Mael believe that it was necessary so he`d be worthy to protect you? Absolutely.

Meeting the guy face to face certainly was an experience. The flames he had been trying to suppress and smoother sprang to action and his rage was hard to control as he send him a closed eyed smile. Mael desperately reminded himself of your eyes, your voice, your touch, fighting with himself as to not kill the guy right then and there. 

Coming back from his little daze he noticed the confusion and nervosity of the one in front of him and almost laughed, so he knew why he was here. In the end he had decided against killing him, at least for now, that would have been too merciful after all. He was grateful that he was able to exact revenge and warning in the way he had planned.

Besides the two there was no one else around and Mael let a genuine smile slip out at the thought that he wouldn`t have to drag the creep somewhere else first. Letting his left hand fall on the guy`s shoulder he bend down a bit as to come eye to eye with him. He opened his eyes, carefully watching as the bastard started sweating buckets, asking what the god wanted.   

Mael`s smile widened as he squeezed the guy`s shoulder painfully before mumbling some words, chuckling as the guy screamed and fell to the ground, clutching the part of his body that shined bright for a moment in agony and then returned to normal. He towered over the fallen man, the glare he sent him feeling more burning, scorching than the curse inflicted.

Describing his little trick as he called it he turned around, making his way back home, humming happily. Maybe he could catch you prior to you leaving home, explaining that the meeting was either cancelled or rescheduled and that he can walk with you. The flames had calmed down for now, you no longer had to worry about the guy.

Waking up from having passed out, the waste of space wondered what had happened. The last he remembered he was laying on the ground, his shoulder burning to ashes but his arm now seemed to be fine? Was that a dream? Wasn`t there someone else? The fog in his mind cleared up as the memories came flooding in and he shivered, the sharp gaze Mael had send him, so devoid of any emotion but disgust making him want to run and hide. But he no longer seemed to be around. And what had he talked about again? Fear seeped into his bones at the thought of the curse. He had to tell someone! He had to get he- his knees buckled and a silent scream left his mouth. His leg! It was burning, it was on fire, it was hurting. Looking down he felt his sanity slip as there was nothing. Nothing. But he could feel it, his flesh being devoured by hungry flames that seemed to carry a rage in them that he couldn`t fathom. Tears streamed down his face and the last thing he took note of being the slight ache in his shoulder. Somehow he knew that it was connected but it was hard to grasp any thought. Before long, he blacked out again.  

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Wolf Moon Pt 2

Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Eventually)

Season 1 Masterlist

Word Count: 2004

A/N: Hi, I might make a tag list if enough people want to be on one, but that won’t be for a while. I have a lot of school work to do now, so posting will be kind of inconsistent. Get ready for some tension to build between Stiles and Y/N from here on...

Warnings: There’s going to be swearing throughout, so I will only warn you guys once. (Think that’s it?)

  Sat on the bleachers with Allison and Lydia, I started shivering. This time of year was always so cold in Beacon Hills. I pull out a fleece-lined jacket and throw it on. I hear Coach shouting on the field,

“Mccall! You’re in Goal,” Are you serious? He’s everywhere. How did I not know that he was part of the lacrosse team.

“I’ve never played,” Makes sense.

“I know. Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It’s a first day back thing. Get them energised, fired up.” He smacks the young boy on the arm.

“But what about me?”

“Try not to take any to the face,” Coach smiles and slaps Scott before turning away and amping up the rest of the players. Scott worriedly walks over to stand in goal and he glances at the bleachers, finding the three of us with his eyes. Knowing we- well, mainly Allison- are watching seems to rack his nerves even more, as he struggles out some breaths before looking back on the field.

“Who’s he?” Allison questions, clearly the interest is not one-sided.

“Him? I’m not sure who he is-”

“-That’s Scott Mccall,” Lydia and I speak over each other, and girls whip their heads around to look at me confused on how I know him. “-Uh, he lives across the street from me. His mum is like the nicest woman ever. She works at the hospital,” Allison hums curiously. I can hear Scott’s heartbeat going at a million miles a minute, surprised that Allison is asking about him. With his hearing tuned into us, he nearly falls to the ground at the piercing sound of the whistle blowing. Even I flinch a bit. A ball flies through the air, pelting him in the face part of his helmet and bouncing off. He is pushed back onto the grass from the force and laughter fills the air. The coach is also in hysterics. Scott looks back at the bleachers again, but doesn’t look at us girls. I peer down to the bench and see none other than his partner in crime. He has his head in his hands.

  The next player up has his running start before lobbing the ball at the net. Scott catches it with ease. Everyone around the field gapes in shock. I- Of course- am not shocked at all. One after another, boys try to get the ball past Mccall, but to no avail.

“He seems like he’s pretty good,” Allison smirks, impressed.

“Yeah, very good,” Even Lydia is breathless. It is then that Jackson aggressively forces his way to the front of the line, pushing others back with his stick. Oh God, here we go. I hear Scott share the same worry at the sight. Jackson digs his feet into the ground before he starts sprinting. He shoots, and Scott captures it in his net. Cheers erupt from the bleachers. Lydia and Scott’s friend both jump up and celebrate.

---

  Okay, if this boy is a newly turned werewolf, I have to keep my eye on him, or who knows what could happen. If the alpha is in fact still around, he could control the impressionable boy to do God knows what atrocities. I wait outside the locker rooms, and try to inconspicuously trail the pair out to the car park. I see them get into a blue jeep, so I rush into my car and try and follow them. At a certain point, I can tell they are going back into the woods, so I divert as to not look suspicious and find a spot further round the preserve. I hop out and listen out for the boys, finding them quickly. 

“So all this started with a bite.”

“What if it’s an infection? What if my body is flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock?”

“You know I’ve actually heard of this. It’s a specific type of infection... I think it’s called lycanthrophy.” Okay, I cracked a smile at that one. I can tell the two are getting closer so I stay close to the trees.

“Is that bad?”

“Oh yeah. But only once a month. On the night of a full moon,” He deadpans, before mimicking a wolf howl, and Scott pushes his friend away as he laughs.

“There could be something seriously wrong with me!” 

“I know, you’re a werewolf,” He starts to growl before a twig cracks under my foot and Scott cuts him off. Uh-oh. I am so not a ninja.

“I think I heard something,” Quickly he approaches the tree that I am standing behind and yells in fear, as do I. I trip and fall to the forest floor.

“Um. Well this is, something. What are you doing out here?” Biding time for an excuse for myself, I try to break the tension.

“You! You’ve been following us everywhere,” I hear the more spastic boy splutter out. “You were the girl from last night. What are you, some sort of ninja or something?”

“Clearly not a very good one,” Scott sighs out before I scowl at him and he shuts up.

“No, I am not a ninja. I’m just- I was just on a jog.”

“In jeans? And that still doesn’t explain why you were watching us last night and in class and at practice,”

“Why would I be spying on you when I don’t even know your name? And we have the same class, so what? That’s not an uncommon thing, I’ve probably been in some of your classes before.”

“Oh- Uh hey.” Scott cuts our argument off, gesturing over to behind me. I see a talk, dark haired man walking over to us. I instantly sense that he is a werewolf, so I get ready to fight just in case.

“What are you doing here, huh? This is private property,”

“Oh sorry man, we didn’t know,”

“Yeah, we were just looking for something but- It doesn’t matter anymore,” Before Scott can finish, Derek throws Scott an inhaler from his pocket before storming off back where he came from.

“Dude that was Derek Hale. His family all burned to death in a fire, like 10 years ago. I wonder what he’s doing back.” I try to sneak off while the two are distracted but the buzz haired one grabs at the sleeve of my fleece jacket and pulls me back. “You still have some explaining to do. Who are you?” Sighing, I give in and tell him my name, and he gives me his. ‘Stiles’. Weird.

  I ramble on about how I’m just a normal girl (which is technically a lie but in these terms it’s fine). If the werewolf seemed more in control of his powers, I would probably be more on edge, but evidence showed that he is still struggling. Awkwardly compiling the mass of coincidences of us always being in the same place made me feel very unsure that they would believe me, but I continue on. By the end of my spool of words, Scott seems to be more trusting of me. He says that he understands what being in the wrong place at the wrong time is like, and I wonder if he is talking about when he was bitten. Stiles, however, doesn't seem so convinced, but he doesn’t question me further on it. After the conversation is finished, there remains a thick tension within the air that I wish to break.

“Yeah, so. I don't think there's really anything else to say, so I’m gonna just-”

“-Finish your jog?” Stiles taunts, and I just roll my eyes and walk back to my car. I listen out for what the pair say when I’m gone. Stiles is the first to speak.

“Yeah, I don’t trust her,”

“Yeah, you don’t trust anyone Stiles. Besides, I think she looks too innocent to be some sort of secret agent or whatever spy fantasy your brain is concocting about her,”

“But that’s exactly it! They always hire the innocent looking ones, they want a face everyone could trust. I just don’t know man. Something is up, I can feel it,”.

---

  Friday afternoon, I am again sat with Allison and Lydia on the bleachers, watching the team’s scrimmage game. Not really paying attention, I scroll through my phone mindlessly. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Allison raise her hand and wave. Peeking up, I see Scott waving back before Coach regains his attention. The whistle blows a few beats later and a practice game commences. I notice that Scott gets the ball passed to him, Jackson runs straight at him, knocking him down and towering over him. Men are so fragile. The next play starts, and Scott takes the ball, this time diving between the players. A line of defenders block his path, but he literally flips over them ‘casually’ and scores. Everyone jumps up on their feet, but I remain seated. As does Stiles. Another sharp blow to the whistle is followed by Coach beckoning Mccall to come over. He starts shouting, sounding almost angry for some reason. Scott seems dumbfounded.

“I was just trying to make the shot,”

“Yeah, well you made the shot. And guess what? You’re starting buddy, you’ve made first line,” I stare down at my phone lock screen as a reminder pops up on the screen labelled ‘Party’ and notice the date. Shit. Tonight is a full moon, and Allison is bringing Scott to the party. I can’t see this ending well.

---

  I ended up picking a silk slip dress that goes to my mid thigh and threw on a corduroy jacket over the top, pairing it with some ‘Old Skool’ vans. I walked into Lydia’s party, amazed at the size of her beautiful house. I’m greeted with a tight squeeze to my arm from Lydia.

“That dress is so cute,” I thank her and return the compliment before picking up a cup with whatever alcohol there is on the table, to be honest I’m not that picky, it’s not like I can get drunk anyway. After an hour or so, I start to feel the full moon affecting me, so I focus on my breathing for a couple moments. Nobody seems to notice me acting differently, so I start to relax but then I suddenly think about Scott. I start walking around the garden, and spot him dancing, very closely, with Allison. And then the inevitable happens, he starts twitching and wincing. I walk up to him and ask Allison if I can see him for a moment. She happily agrees after ensuring Scott was okay. I drag him out of the crowd of people as far as I can before he suddenly grabs my arm and digs his claws into my skin.

“What are you doing? Let me go,” I use my strength to get out of his grip. “Hey, listen to me, I’m going to go get Stiles, okay? Just, stay here.” Speeding off, I scan the area, but when I look back, I see that Scott has already disappeared. Stiles runs up next to me a moment later,

“What did you do with him?” He accuses, clearly hyperventilating and delusional.

“I didn’t do anything. But he probably needs you, I think he just went home.” I hope he just went home.

“You know, I don’t trust anything y-”

“-We do not have time for this right now. Go take care of your friend before he does something bad and hurts himself or something,” Or someone. Stiles squints his eyes at me, mouth slightly open, before scoffing and walking off to follow his friend. I should probably go too, I mean, I’m not exactly responsible for him, but I don’t really want all of my new friends to die. ‘Ugh, what the hell’ I mentally groan, leaving the party too and driving back to where Scott likely is. His house. By the time I am there, I see Scott in werewolf form, out in the open, running around. Oh God.

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You’re going to be okay pt. 2

Summary: Reader and Emily meet as ghosts in a hospital after a case

Pairings: Reader x Emily Prentiss (not pronoun specific)

Prompt: Reader and Emily as ghosts haunting the same place (School, hospital, house, whatever). Reader has been dead for a few years and helps Emily deal. They end up liking each other and maybe have ghost fun all over the place. ;)

Warnings: Cursing | sexual references | death 

Word Count: 3k

Masterlist

Part One

"Mmm, I don't think this is the best idea Em."  You hum while chewing on your thumb, a nasty habit you picked up in Elementary school.

"Come on it'll be fun. Let loose a bit Angel." A nickname Emily gave you, it started as more of a joke but over time it stuck. She hardly ever calls you by your actual name. In reality, you're actually okay with the name, it shows that she feels comfortable around you and you think it's flattering.  Its as if your her savior or something, but not in a cult leader-god complex fashion. You took care of her for months while also teaching her everything and anything you can about the spirit world. Emily is suspiciously good at her job, she takes the kids and elderly, you take everything in between. There's something poetic about being good with both elders and babies, the beginning of life, and the end. You're better with teens because you died younger than Emily did and can relate to the trauma of an early, unfinished death. Adults can usually figure it out on their own but it's nice to have a hand to hold as someone to fill in the blanks.

Emily had never seen someone go into the darkness until a few weeks ago; you always managed to keep her away from it. You were making sure a man who sold laced drugs to teens got to the place he was meant to be. At first, he seemed to have a kind heart so when he confessed his crimes you were shocked, to say the least. He'd mix different over the counters and cheap street knockoffs in order to make more for less. Then he would sell them to the local high school kids but use the money to take care of his mom, grandma, and the local community center. Its an ethical gray area, that's for sure, but I guess you could say he meant well. Luckily none of the teens who bought drugs from him died, but that doesn't excuse what he did. During this whole fiasco, Emily was supposed to be taking an older woman to the garden before her transitioning; unknowingly to you she was around the corner listening in. When you were taking him you didn't notice her until he was gone. There was more curiosity on her face than fear so you tried to give her the bare minimum amount of information. The Agent was damn stubborn, she'd never let you off the hook with something unless you gave her information in exchange. Your arrangement was beneficial to both of you, in a way you liked teasing Emily and she liked pulling the information out of you. It reminded her of her work in the FBI. It also kept you from having to tell her everything you knew and kept things interesting between you two. 

"No Emily." You tell her, you hate saying 'no' to her because she looks absolutely adorable when she fakes a pout. 

"Emily Prentiss does not pout." Even while saying that she looks like she's pouting. She defends herself after being told 'no' when she asked you to teach her Thermokinesis. (To control the temperature of the physical world.) Gotta love her.

Though eventually, you did teach her, that is beside the point. Wait no let's go back to that, why didn't anyone warn me about how convincing this woman can be? She can talk me into almost anything and I'd comply happily. If she wasn't so drop-dead gorgeous maybe I could resist her. I bet unsubs were scared shitless of her. Your thoughts are interrupted by a nudge at your side. Oh not this again... "Emily I swear to-" you can't even get the words out through her incessant tickling. "Stop!" you laugh loudly while she continues her ministrations. "Okay- Em- okay we can do it!" She lets you go but you both continue laughing. "Only if you promise not to get carried away."

She puts her hand on her heart and says sincerely, "I promise." Then her seriousness switches back to playfulness. "Now come on," she grabs your hand and starts dragging you to roof. "I understand your reasoning behind not letting me do this very often but I wanted to show you what I've taught myself."

When you get to the roof there’s an empty space with X’s on the everywhere made out of pens and pencils. “I like what you’ve done with the place.”

“As you may know, I’m not very good at Object Manipulation. Yet!” She stands between a blue pen and a red one while you sit on a random electrical box. You immediately jump up when you feel a jilt underneath. Gotta stop sitting near that stuff. I’m the person who helps the dead, not the one that kills them. Emily used to make the mistake of getting too close to patient monitors, making them flat line or speed up. It freaked the new nurses out but they checked on the patients and chopped it up to being outdated. When a ghost is present, nearby electronics tend to act up. I guess Emily didn’t get the memo in Ghost School. To be fair I am not the most qualified teacher. “Are you okay?” she goes to check on you but you wave her off.

“I’m fine, just uncomfortable,” you say while rubbing her backside.

“Come here,” she beacons “I can make it feel better.” Her devious smile comes out to play, easily drawing you towards her. She wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you flush against her. Her hands slowly trail down your back but before they can reach your ass she’s gone. The warmth and tingly feeling is gone. “Miss me already?” you whip around to see her standing on one of the Exes. Her smile is cocky as hell to say the least.“That was impressive, I’ll admit.” you stride to her but she teleports again. “Oh come on Angel, you walked right into that one.” She says from above you. Now she’s standing on top of the entrance, a level above where you’re standing.

“Very amusing Agent,” You flash right in front of her, startling her in the process. You quickly wrap an arm around her so she doesn’t fall. “But I can do better.” She stares into your eyes like she wants to say something.

“Prove it.” She challenges. You lean down to barely graze her lips, before you meet in the middle you flash behind her; gripping her hips possessively.

You lean into her ear, “Who do you answer to?” A light shiver runs down her spine.

She turns around so she can peer into your eyes. She trails an index finger across your bottom lip. “I belong to no one.”

“Not even me?” you ask with a punctuating grip to her hip.

“No.” she whispers while inching closer to your lips. “Not even you, Angel.” You’re so close it feels like you’re breathing in the same air with no regard to anything around you. “Would you like to kiss me?”

You take her to the library, its small but there’s hardly anyone here so it’ll do. When you arrive you have Emily bent over a table with her ass flushed to your front. “I want to see you writhe underneath me.” You pure into her ear.

She flashes so quickly you couldn’t stop her. Now you’re the one bent over a fucking table. “You first.” she growls while pinning your hip down. She leans in so close to your ear you can feel her cool breath. 

 “What are you going to do, Agent?” Calling her by the title has always been a tease, its amazing that in all the time she’s been here you’ve never...you know.

“Whatever I want with you.” You roll your hips back on to her and feel her knead your ass in return. “If I had a strap I’d fuck you with it.” She growls in your ear; her animalistic tone is the biggest turn on. Just the sound of her voice alone makes you squirm underneath her.

But of course you can’t let her win that easily so you focus your energy on the top of the bookshelf. “You can’t always get what you want, Agent.” You’re sitting on top of the wood shelf with your legs crossed; as regal as you were when you were alive. Emily looks baffled but entertained by the empty space in front of her. “Enough of your teasing, we have things to do.” You say as you hop down from the shelf and begin to walk out. You turn to see that she’s not following you so you call out to her. “Come along Prentiss.”

There was once a time where you would call her ‘Princess’ instead of Prentiss because of the way she’d demand to know everything and anything like she was royalty. Her attitude came off as a bit standoffish and bitchy in the beginning but that was just you being territorial. As you both settled into your routine and got to know each other you realized she’s a very closed off person and wouldn’t talk about her life from before. She’s uber smart and remains professional yet empathetic with all of the ghosts she encounters. She’s such a calm person that it shocked you by how upset the nickname made her. She didn’t flat out yell at you but it was evident that it upset her so you reasonably left the situation alone. She felt bad so she explained that one of her teammates used to call her that, she later let it slip that the guy was her partner. You obviously felt bad so now you just call her- “Agent!” You look over your shoulder to see Emily dragging her feet. “Get a move on, we don’t have time!”

“Ghosts always have time.” She mumbles while speeding up. “Can’t we just, I don’t know? Flash there?”

“No.” You slow down to let her catch up. “You need to learn to walk before you run and I don’t need you accidentally flashin’ into the nurse’s lockerooms again.”

She rolls her eyes. “That was one time.”

“And the time you ended up in the kitchen. You need to walk around and see the place for yourself before you keep ‘flashin’ between different places.”

“Right,” she mumbles “Hey where are we going anyway?”

“To meet someone.” You casually say but notice she’s stopped, promptly.

“To meet someone?” she repeats, a little shocked. “Meet who?”  

“Nope,” you pull her by the arm “No stopping, we’re crunched for time.” Before she can stop again or argue, you link your arms.”This is not the time to pout or second doubt me, Emily.”

She scuffs, “I do not pout.”

“Okay, fine, you don’t pout in the traditional children sense. Happy?”

“No. Not until I know where we’re going or who we’re meeting.” She stops again, reeling you back in the process.

You turn to her and say, “A friend.”

“Is this one of your angelic friends?” She asks as you practically drag her along.

“Angelic frie- Never mind we’re here.” You have her standing in the back of the ICU, the quietest of all the wings. “I only know like two, three angels tops.”

She laughs a little at that, “Angel...” she trails “Who is that?”

You turn to where she’s looking and see a beautiful darkened figure with their back to you. “Mazikeen!” You shout with excitement me when she turns around. You run to her and she automatically catches you. Hey sharp fanged smile is just as stunning as the last time you saw it.

“How’s my favorite human?” The brunette asks with her sultry South American accent.

“Good! How’s my favorite demon?” She just smiles even wider at your excitement until her eyes fall on Emily.

“Who’s the hottie?”

“Maze,” You tilt your head in disapproval. “Play nice.” She sets you down and struts over to Emily. Em looks confused yet curious so you don’t interrupt the demon from doing whatever she’s doing. 

“Oh I always play nice with the pretty ones.”

She examines Emily with shear interest, when she moves to touch her hair Emily steps back. “Y/n...is there something you’d care to explain?”

“Emily, meet my friend Mazikeen,”

“But you can call me Maze.” She winks.

“Maze, this is Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss.”

“Is she,” she covers the side of her mouth and points to Em. “Dead?”

You mimic her ridiculous gesture and whisper, “Very.” You walk to them and give your demon another hug. “I missed you, Maze.”

“I missed you too y/n/n. Why didn’t you introduce me to her sooner? We could’ve had a thre-”

“Maze!”

“Right...well, mom says hi and I’m not going to be here very long. I just gotta grab a few people and I’ll be out but of course...” She wraps her arms around your waist, “I wanted to stop by and say hi.”

“Hi,” you whisper. “You know I love you but...” You look over to Em.

“You’ve found another...” She strokes your left cheek with the back of her cold hand. “Its okay, I’m not mad. We both knew I was never made for love.” She takes a glance over her shoulder to an intrigued Emily. “She’s pretty, brave, and smart. You’ve outdone yourself little human.” She makes a full 180 to look at the agent. “Take care of Casper for me.”

“Uhm do I look like a friendly ghost to you?” You gesture down to your perfect silhouette.

Maze grins at that before turning back to Em. “Hurt them and there will be hell to pay.” She snarls but Emily doesn’t faultier.

“I’m not the one that left.” She replies and the demon laughs at that.

“Left?” She looks back to me and bursts into a cackle with her fangs out. “Whatever you say. I have work to do anyway, so do you.” She starts to walk down the hall of the ICU and says, “Goodbye human, you still look as good as ever.” She blows a kiss at you before rounding the corner. You’re stuck in your spot because shit that kind of hurt. 

You feel Emily’s hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“Its fine.” You turn to her. “She was never meant for relationships anyway.” At her expressionless face you continue. “Maze is a sex demon, we met a little while after I died. I kept seeing her in the hall but only in flashes. At first I thought she was a Wanderer or something but then I confronted her and she reluctantly told me who she was. We used to have fun  together.” She just nods with an understanding expression and really, her silent facial expression speaks volumes. “Ghosts can’t feel a lot of things but sexual gratification is one of the exceptions.” This is where you shed a tear despite what you just said. Emily pulls you in for one of her gentle, yet meaningful hug. “Emily, I’m so sorry.”

She pulls you back to look into your eyes. “Why? You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“I should’ve told you about her sooner. I wanted you two to meet because I thought you were alike in many ways but I wasn’t expecting the jealous attitude. She’s never been like that before.”

‘Maybe its because she sees us having something she can’t have with you. Is what Emily wants to say but instead she says, “You didn’t have to tell me if you didn’t want to. I know I pressure you into revealing a lot of information to me but if I had know it negatively affects you I would-”

You interrupt her rambling with a soft kiss to her lips. You pull back to see her neutral facial expression. Shit. Sensing your internal panic she quickly explains, “No no I’m not upset, just surprised. That’s all.” There’s that wicked smile. “I always thought I’d be the one making the first move.” She takes a big step forward and captures your lip between her’s. Her hand reaches around the back of your head and pulls you closer so you put your arm around her waist and do the same. It felt different that what you and maze used to have, spiritual perception of emotions isn’t the same and humans but that doesn’t mean you’re as numb as people think. And with Emily, you actually feel something for once. Something true. ‘Alive’ isn’t the proper word for it but it feels close enough. It feels so fucking good to the point where you don’t want to come up for air but ultimately you have to. “Breathe.” She laughs.

You press your forehead to her’s, “Why, when all I need is you?”

She laughs at that, something she didn’t do much of when you first met. “You are unbelievably cliche.”

After this movie like exchange you end up laying in the middle of the Green Yard; Emily on the bottom and you wrapped in her arms. Since you can’t exactly ‘nap’ you just lay there and take in the good feeling Emily’s arms provide you. Whenever Francis is around you’ll have to ask him about this feeling because you know good and well ghosts can’t feel love. Then what the hell do I call this wonderful feeling?

“Y/n?” Em looks up from a book I gave her. Its taken her a while to learn how to hold anything over an ounce.

“Hmm?” You turn your attention to her, she looks as beautiful as always.

“What do ghosts feel?”

“What do you mean, Em?” You take a seat across from her.

“Do we have emotions or feelings?”

“Well, what do you feel?” You ask softly.

“I don’t know?”

“Remember the time I banned you from leaving the inpatient wing?”

“Yeah...it completely sucked.” She huffs.

“And how did that make you feel?” You trail.

“Mildly irritated.” She immediately answers without realizing so you politely stare until it finally dawns on her. Her eyes widen and her mouth opens into an o-shape.

“Exactly.”

You look up at the goddess that’s holding you captive. “Emily?” You call from under her arm.

“Hmm?”

“What are you feeling?” You ask softly.

“What do you mean, Angel?”

“Emotionally I mean.” You explain with an eerie feeling of deja vu.

“Remember the first time I showed you I could transport? I did it without any help and I surprisingly did it correctly.” She jokes.

“Yeah I remember.”

“And how did that make you feel?”

“Happy.” You smile at the cute memory.

“That’s how I’m feeling right now. As happy as you were that day, if not more.”

You twist so you can look at her. “I really like you Emily Prentiss.” You lean up to give her a chaste kiss on her sharp jawline.

“I like you too y/n.” She presses a dominating kiss to your lips that makes yours look like child’s play.

sorry for any typos. I hate proof reading

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[writingsfromhome]

A June Love Story (Pt 2)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Epilogue

June. Three years ago.

Harry: The outdoor garden is alight with laughter and happy greetings as everyone comes together for Jack and Jess’s baby shower. I try to find a familiar face as I walk through the gates, but I only recognise Jack’s family. My eyes continue scanning anyway, barely admitting to myself I was looking for one face in particular.

A small gasp from beside me lets me know my girlfriend had returned with our name tags. Leave it to Jack to have nametags at a baby shower to help everyone mingle. “This is lovely isn’t it?”

I look down at Alyssa, my girlfriend of seven months-the longest I’d kept a girlfriend in a while. Jack’s Jess actually made the introduction, she was her maid of honour at their wedding. And as cliche as it was, the maid of honour did indeed end the night in the best man’s bed.

Alyssa scrunchles her nose and loops her arm through mine, “let’s go find the parents-to-be!”

“Yeah okay,” I laugh. Alyssa was always a bubbly personality, never a mean word out of her. It was refreshing but the complete opposite of how I could get. I always had to watch what I said, she was too soft for harsh words.

“I heard there’s a secret baby wager going around,” Alyssa tells me as we make our way to the deck. “Don’t tell Jess though, I’m pretty sure it was Jack who started it.”

“Oh it was definitely Jack who started it,” I chuckle. “You can get him to bet on anything.”

“So?” Alyssa peers at me. “What did you wager?”

“Why did you think I wagered?” I laugh but Alyssa only raises her eyebrow; I give in. “A boy.”

Alyssa rolls her eyes but we stop the conversation as Jess nears, “There you are!” She hugs the both of us and the girls begin gushing over how big her bump had gotten. As much as I would love to have kids of my own someday, it wasn’t today. I zone out and look around the small garden, I almost don’t catch her.

Y/N, in the flesh. The last time I saw her was Jack’s wedding, she’d been a little cold. I didn’t blame her. After she broke down in front of me at her housewarming, I guessed she was embarassed again. But she stayed away the whole weekend, avoiding me until I cornered her on the dance floor on wedding day.

She’d confessed, she was avoiding me. And she also admitted she was confused anytime she saw me, it complicated her feelings, her relationship with Nate which she was sorting out. She didn’t want to put more strain on it. I told her to break up with him. She got upset and said I would never understand, things were complicated. She left. I decided Y/N was never going to leave Nate, I was putting my love life on hold for her but “we” were never going to happen. So I went to bed with the maid of honour.

When I realised a few weeks ago I was seeing her again, I couldn’t stop thinking about her again: all my old feelings resurfaced. And here I was trying to find her face in the crowd even though I was here with Alyssa. But there was a draw to Y/N I couldn’t deny. It was unhealthy.

She’s talking to Jack, I realise. And her hair was short. Really short. And dyed. She has on a white tee tucked into loose green trousers. There was no Nate in sight. I had to talk to her before he showed up and ruined things as he did.

“Look at Harry eyeing Jack,” Jess’ voice snaps me out of it. I didn’t realise how hard I was staring. “You can be excused from this boring conversation Harry! Go talk to him!”

Alyssa giggles and pecks my cheek before leaving with Jess. I push aside the guilt of what I was really looking at, I do what they say. My heart pounds the closer I get to her.

“The godfather to my unborn child,” Jack spots me first and rushes me. I grapple with his body and hug him.

“I will ruin your child if you make me the godfather,” I swear. “I don’t know the first thing about kids. I’m not worthy.”

“Nah I’ve seen you with your wittle fans,” Jack mocks and looks over at Y/N to include her. “He’s this big softie inside.”

“Y/N,” I acknowledge her, anticipating a cold nod. But surprisingly, her face breaks into a genuine smile and it takes my bloody breath away.

“Harry,” she moves to give me a hug. She’s warm from the sun and smells like lavender. I could stay there longer but we break apart.

“Look at the two of you,” Jack comments as we break. “No fighting, no rudeness. Almost like we’re all adults.”

“I can speak for myself, but I don’t know if we can call Harry that quite yet,” Y/N teases.

“There it is, I should’ve known it was coming.” Jack swings his arm and we all laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Alyssa comes up from behind and she joins the group. With the way Y/N watches her arm wrap around my waist, I realise she didn’t know. She didn’t know. And her face falls now that she does.

“These two finally getting along,” Jack says when nobody talks.

“I don’t think we’ve formally met,” Y/N sticks out her hand. “You’re Jess’ bridesmaid right?”

“Maid of honour,” Alyssa corrects and I watch my worlds collide as they shake hands. “But most people call me Alyssa.”

That earns a laugh but as the group eases into small talk, I avoid looking at Y/N. I didn’t know what I expected today, but the reality of it makes me realise I was in some deep shite.

Y/N: The one time I’m finally single, Harry’s not. It’s my bloody luck! I’m single after years and the one guy I thought I might reconnect with, is taken. The worst part, by a kind and gorgeous woman.

The last time I saw Harry was at Jack’s wedding. I was still with Nate then, we were on the cusp of another breakup. But it felt different that time. Seeing Jack marry the woman he was so clearly in love with, the same woman who’d broken his heart after their split...it made me realise things. Nate and I broke up again and again and every time we got back together, we were just more broken than before. We were papier maché of broken bits acting like a perfect whole-Jack and Jess broke up once, and soon as they got back together, Jack had proposed and she’d said yes. And I was still in the same shitty relationship from my early twenties. I couldn’t even imagine Nate proposing. It was pathetic how I fooled myself into thinking we were worth something together.

What was more pathetic was it took another month to officially break up with Nate. Convince him it was for good, forever. It took a week for him to move on to a girl he met at a club. And another four months of living in the empty house he’d moved out of because it was my name on the lease. As soon as the year was over, I’d found the first decent flat and that marked the end of a shitty almost decade of my life.

And today, it seemed my shitty decade persisted. It was clear I was fated to be alone and miserable.

“So where’s Nate?” Harry asks me and that gets a string of swear words out of Jack. Alyssa looks on confused.

“We broke up,” I say simply, carefully watching Harry’s barelt hide the shock and something that almost looks like regret. I wondered what was going on in his head, and immediately feel like a bad person. He was in a happy relationship, I shouldn’t interfere.

“Thank fuck,” Jack says just as Jess walks up. He winces and covers her stomach.

“You know you’re not covering the baby’s ears, right?” Jess says to Jack.

“I am-I’m a doctor honey, I would know.” Jack says and kisses Jess. My heart twinges, I can’t help it. I missed the feeling of being so in love.

“So as a doctor can you figure out why Alyssa is so afraid of children,” Harry asks, the conversation fast moving away from my breakup thankfully. But moving towards Alyssa and Harry having a baby and the thought makes my stomach drop.

“I just don’t want to bring another human into this world!” Alyssa defends herself, it sounded like it was an argument they’d had before. “I’ll gladly be the godmother though. I just don’t want any of my own.”

“Isn’t it nice the godmother and father of our children made it easy for us, they’re already a couple.” Jack comments.

“Thanks to my matchmaking skills,” Jess says. So that’s how it happened, I think.

***

My cramps kick in later in the day and I scramble to find a painkiller. The intensity makes me sit out of the games, so I settle down on a picnic blanket near a garden patch, happily watching the competition between Jack and Jess’ friends. Three girls and guys stand as their groups try to make diapers out of TP before they tag the next person to change a doll’s diaper. A baby-themed obstacle course, which was probably Jess-inspired. I smile at the thought.

Lost in thought, I pick up a few of the fallen flowers just as a pair of sneakers come into view and breaks me away from my thoughts.

“Can I join you?” Harry’s low voice asks.

“Sure,” I brush aside my mixed feelings and shift to make room. He sits down, leaning back to watch the games. One of the girls being dressed was Alyssa. Her back is mostly to us but he watches her fondly.

“It’s been a while,” Harry finally says, looking over at me.

“Yeah,” I twirl a flower in my fingers, a couple petals fall off. “Feels like a lifetime ago though since we last saw each other. Congrats, by the way, on your awards.”

I’d watched every second of that awards show, attentive to every moment Harry was on screen. I’d gone to text him later that night and realise I never even had his number.

“Thanks,” Harry skims past the accolades humbly. “Seems like a lot has changed between now and then.”

“I know,” I try not to sound bitter. “I finally broke up with Nate, you got together with Alyssa-who is lovely by the way. Let’s see...you won an amazing award-your career’s really taking off, I moved into a flat in central and got a promotion and...am I missing anything else?”

“You changed your hair,” Harry says like duh.

I laugh and point to his buzzcut, “Yeah. I did, so did you.”

It was a rash decision on my part. When I moved into the new flat, I wanted to be done with every part of my old life. So I’d done something drastic. Remembering it dredges up unwanted feelings: loneliness, anger, insecurities, and unhappiness. I go quiet as Harry laughs at something that happens with the obstacle course. It takes me back to when we first met, how I wanted to hear that laugh for the rest of my life. And that wasn’t something I could have anymore.

“Earth to Y/N,” Harry says gently. I’m too lost in thought to look up but he calls my name again, his fingers lifting my chin up so I’m looking at him. He’d shifted closer to call my name, leaning on his hand that’s splayed right beside me, the tips of his fingers a breath away from my thighs. The pain of being so close to him yet not being with him is palpable.

With his fingers still on my chin, my eyes meet his and I realise I’d never seen them this close up with the sunlight leaving no shadows in sight. They ask me a question I don’t know how to answer, they ask if I was okay. But I really didn’t know anymore.

I put on a smile for his sake, so he wouldn’t ask out loud, and push the flower I was playing with behind his ear. He looks cute, and my smile widens as I drop my hand down to lay beside his. His smile stays in place, his pinky reaching out to touch me while his eyes still watch me, asking the same question. My smile drops away and I look down again to our hands so close together. I couldn’t let him see me cry like he did once. I was stronger than I was then-I couldn’t cry.

“Harry there you are! Do you like it?” We both look up as Alyssa comes running up to show off her TP diaper and sash. Harry leans away and I immediately miss the feeling of him being so close. God, what was wrong with me.

“Wow what a look,” Harry stands up and walks towards her. She grins, so clearly in love with him. Like his eyes were only for her-and they probably were. I think I pushed Harry away one time too many. Our chance was gone. Yet to think all he had to say was “yes” four years ago, we could have had our chance all this time.

June. Two Years Ago.

The crowd was huge and I grab Jack’s arm to avoid getting lost. The sun was relentless, shining down her rays until I was sticky and sunburnt.

“Can you believe this?” Jack shouts to me. I mouth an I know as we grin at each other. It was the first festival we’d been to in years, the feeling of hot bodies packed together in the sun was not as fun in your late twenties than your early twenties. The only reason we were here was because Harry was playing and we were stoked, ready to scream with the crowd as he performed. I told him I would wear the neon cowboy hat so he could find us in the crowd.

“Our boy’s a bloody rockstar!” A giddy laugh bubbles up as we make our way into the crowd to find Jess and Alyssa.

It had been a year since I found out about Alyssa and Harry, I was crushed about it. But Harry really was incredibly happy with her, and the more time I spent with her the more I liked her and got over my petty feelings. Jack usually invited me to be their fifth wheel on double-dates or would set me up with a friend of his and Jess’. None of the setups were as good as Harry but a couple did last a few months. I was feeling better than I had in a long time though, and finding my freedom in being single. And Harry and I were actually friends, often texting each other stupid memes and videos.

“There they are!” Jack points to two girls. I slow down as Jack rushes to surprise Jess from behind. I slowly approach and Jess pulls me into her famous hugs.

“It’s so he can spot us,” I say when Jess asks about my choice of hat. “Speaking of the devil...” I look to the front just as Harry walks onstage and the crowd around us becomes one large megaphone.

And the experience is pure magic. Harry becomes otherwordly on stage as he performs the songs I knew every word to and we all shout the lyrics back to him. During his slower songs, the crowd quiets down and my heart bursts realising just how much I loved the man onstage. How loved he was by the enormous crowd.

“I’m so telling Harry he made you cry,” Jack says in my ear and I startle; I didn’t realise I was crying.

“I’ll kill you-“ I say as Jack already snaps a picture. I stick up my finger for the second and he takes a selfie with me for the third. I roll my eyes as Harry introduces his last song.

“It’s not on my album, or any platforms. I think it’s my first time performing it...”

I assume it was a song about Alyssa, he’d already sang two about her. I glance at her to see her reaction but her head is bent over a phone. Curiosity gets the better of me-who would she be texting while Harry was performing?

I could barely make out the name but it’s definitely not Harry’s; I can only see hearts. The texts themselves...I quickly bounce back on my heels and look away just as Alyssa looks back at me. I pretend to be interested in Harry, only glancing at her because she was looking at me. She smiles but she looks guilty and my heart thuds, louder than the crowd, ready to fall out of my chest as I fall back into his fans. I try to push away the ugly truth of it.

“So the working title is Speechless, but don’t hold me to it.” Harry says and I swear he’s looking right at me. My heart takes another beating as the name clicks, I didn’t know how much more my heart could take as it flutters along with the opening notes and into the chorus

Mouth open, shut, she’s speechless. Heart open, shut, I’m speechless.

I listen to his lyrics. They’re about me. About a strong woman who he left speechless, that being the only power he had over her. Because I might love her but she didn’t love me, she gave herself to another and left me lonely.

Harry was with Alyssa, I remind myself. Alyssa might be...cheating on Harry? But they were still together. Harry and Alyssa. Together.

So why was he performing this, in front of me?

***

“You sure you don’t want anything?” Jess asks me, as they order food from a stand. I couldn’t think about eating, I make an excuse that I was staying hydrated. Harry told us about a private area we could meet him, he’d told security we were coming so we were just getting a bite to take to him. I wasn’t sure what I would do when we got to him.

He’s a sweaty happy mess when we do, listening to everyone’s praises with a big grin, laughing and acting shy as we all hug him. This was his first festival!

“How did you like the new song?” Harry asks, his eyes lingering on mine.

“I was speechless,” Jack jokes.

“I’m curious who the inspiration was,” Alyssa teases Harry, I try not to act as flustered.

“Someone long ago,” Harry winks and they pretend to be scandalized.

“I’m starving,” Jess lifts her container. “I’m finding a place to sit.”

Alyssa and her head to an empty spot while the three of us head to the water station first.

“So when are you going to do it?” I hear Jack asking Harry as I fill my bottle.

“Do what?” I ask, looking from Jack to Harry.

“Uhm, I was going to-I was thinking today was a good time to finally-“

“He’s bloody proprosing to Alyssa!” Jack whispers to me. If I thought the song or Alyssa’s texts were going to end me, I was wrong. This was worse. It felt like a trainwreck I could only watch, and not stop. This was going to end horribly, and Harry. Harry...I didn’t want him to end up in a relationship like mine. I had to stop it somehow.

“Y/N?” Jack waves his hand in front of my face.

“Woah!” I try to cover up. “I was waiting for the punchline! Harry, really? You’re ready to-to commit?”

“Yeah,” Harry shrugs. “I think it’s time.”

“Have you guys talked about it?” I ask curiously.

“A couple times. But I know it’s the right time.”

“I asked Jess to marry me before we talked about it,” Jack says, and I know he’s eyeing me suspiciously. He knew me too well. “And look at us now.”

“You and Jess are a golden exception Jack,” I roll my eyes. “I just want to make sure Harry isn’t springing it unexpected.”

Jack’s phone rings-Jess wondering what was taking us so long and asking if he could get her another drink. That leaves Harry and me walking back together alone and the guilt of knowing his girlfriend may be cheating on him eats me up so I burst after we walk in silence.

“Harry, I don’t think you should do it.”

“What?” Harry heard me but he looks confused. “Why would you say that?”

“I just...I can’t...I can’t say. Just trust me.” I didn’t want to be the one to break it to him. But I didn’t want him to fuck his life up either.

“Trust you? Give me something to trust Y/N! Why wouldn’t I propose to the woman I love?”

Ouch. “Just trust me Harry please,” I stop and grab his arm. “I never interfere with your love life unlike you do with mine, but I just think you should wait. Talk to her about it first. I don’t want you to make a mistake.”

Harry scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. “Why don’t you tell me what this is really about Y/N.”

“What?” Now it was my turn to be confused.

“I know we’ve had a history, and you’ve been out of a relationship for a while. But that song was one I wrote years ago, when you were still with Nate. I was in love with you then-not-not now. I love Alyssa, not you.”

My jaw drops, that was not what I meant but Harry’s bluntness is misdirected, his old mean streak coming out. I wanted to tell him what I saw on her phone even more than before, how did he think I was that...jealous that I would stop him because I wanted him?

“What the fuck!” I finally sputter out after Harry turns to continue walking. “D-do you really-who do you think you are? Who do you think I am? You really think I’m petty enough to try to stop you because I think we belong together or some-you’re a self-centered dick, Harry! I’m just looking out for you!”

“I don’t want you to! I never asked you to!” Harry shouts back. “I don’t need you in my life Y/N! I don’t need your judgements or your advice. I want nothing from you. Unlike you, I have a healthy relationship with an amazing woman and I plan on bloody marrying her whether you want me to or not!”

“I-“ his words sting the back of my eyes and the lump in my throat feels like a tennis ball lodged too tight. I don’t need you in my life. He was right, we weren’t as close ever since he got together with Alyssa...we only ever hung out because of Jack. Harry moved on from me. “You know what, whatever. I cared about you as a friend Harry, that’s why I look out for you. Maybe you should ask yourself why your performed that song in the first place if you love Alyssa so much. But whatever. If I’m nothing to you, do whatever-just do whatever you want. I’m going to find Jack.”

I force my wobbling legs to turn around and go in the direction that Jack left. I find him just as he pays for his drinks and when he sees me he knows something’s wrong but I deny it until he gives up. I claim I felt sick, to let the group know. I let myself cry when I reach my car, not knowing Harry was proposing at the exact same moment.

June 21, One Year Ago

Harry: “Have you spoken to Y/N recently?” Jack asks me over the phone. I could hear Jack’s kid crying in the background, his daughter born in April-who they also named April.

“Not since your baby shower,” I reply. “You know we don’t talk anymore. After I fucked it all up.”

“I thought you patched things up at the baby shower?” Jack asks.

“I tried but Alyssa was there and I was distracted. She was just polite. I think I ruined anything between us for good.” And I felt like an idiot. After the whole disaster between Y/N and I at the festival, what was supposed to be the happiest day turned into the worst when I got back home.

Alyssa confessed to me that night she’d said yes because we were in front of all our friends but she couldn’t marry me. She’d met someone else, nothing actually happened between them but she couldn’t marry me. And it tore me apart. I finally understood why Y/N was trying to stop me, she must’ve known somehow.

And the more I thought about it, the more I realised how hard I was trying to force Alyssa to be my perfect girl. She wasn’t. I could never let go around her, always had to make sure I didn’t offend her. She never wanted kids, one day I did. I wasn’t enough for her, I forced her to be enough for me.

But at the time, I was heartbroken. I drank myself into blackouts and missed so many important meetings. I lost an album deal and set my bloody career back. I lost the only girl who maybe was enough for me, told her she was nothing to me. And I only apologised to her a few months ago. By then, it seemed like she moved on.

“Mate, what the hell are you doing feeling sorry for yourself and not trying harder for her? She doesn’t have a boyfriend, she’s still in love with you-“

“How do you know?” I demand. “She treated me like she was forced to talk to me. She’s over me. We were over before we had any chance!”

“Whenever I bring you up, she flinches Harry. She’s still hurt by what you said, that means she’s not over you. Just talk to her.”

“Is that Harry? Tell him I’ll put these babies down and kick his arse if he doesn’t go after Y/N! Did you see her last time she came over for dinner...” Jess in the background interrupts the conversation. Maybe the worst part of all this was I did give up on Y/N. I was embarassed that she knew about Alyssa and me before I did. And I’d said such stupid things to her. I didn’t think I was redeemable.

Y/N: I check my hair in the mirror one last time before I grab my purse. I was meeting Jack and Jess at a nearby restaurant for dinner, ever since they had their baby in April I had only seen them once. They’d secured a babysitter-Jack’s sister-and we were all planning on just catching up.

On the tube ride there, I can’t help but think about Harry. Usually dinners with J&J meant Harry was there too but ever since the festival, his proposal...the four of us hadn’t hung out. We talked for a bit at Jack’s baby shower, I had tried to act like I moved on and was doing really well. I don’t know if he bought it. Alyssa was there with her new boyfriend and she seemed happier than ever, I noticed how Harry kept looking at her. That had done it for me, he was still hung up over her. Even though Jack told me he was in a bad place after the breakup but better now, it was right before me. And I was done reading in between the lines with Harry.

I get to the restaurant just as Jack’s pulling out Jess’ chair. It was a fanicier restaurant, our table in the middle of the space. Jess springs back up to give me a tight squeeze and we settle in but I notice they glance at each other frequently.

“Is something the matter?” I ask after the fifth time.

“No? Why?” Jack looks at Jess again and I point it out.

“There! Why do you keep looking at each other?”

Jack and Jess’s gaze moves above my shoulders and I feel a presence behind me. I turn around and Harry stares back just as shocked.

“You guys bloody did not,” I stand up and face them. “Is this just an elaborate hoax to get me to talk to him?”

“I didn’t know anything about this,” Harry raises his hands in defence. But he still moves towards the empty seat. Like he was okay with this.

“We didn’t mean to parent trap you two but...” Jess looks to Jack.

“You have a lot to talk about. We hate having to see you guys separately, we miss the gang. Just have one dinner that’s all.”

I want to whip my glass across the wall, I was angrier than I should be. But it wasn’t like they didn’t mean well. So I drop into my seat like a child after a temper tauntrum and glare at Harry. I ignore him up until we order when Jack gets a “text” from his sister about an emergency and just like that, they rush off and leave Harry and I alone.

“We haven’t even ordered yet,” I say. “We could just call it a night ourselves.”

“J&J went through all this to get us to dinner, we could just...have dinner.” Harry looks at me from his menu. It’s like my life had come full circle, Jack setting me up to have dinner with Harry. Except this time, it’s Jack and his wife and I already know Harry would just be a waste of my time.

“You’d like that,” I mutter as I stare at the words without reading them.

“What?” Harry leans in. “Are you talking shite under your breath?”

My brows shoot up, taken aback by Harry’s abrasiveness. I hadn’t seen this side to Harry in a while. “What if I am?”

“I’d like to know what you’re saying,” Harry moves to the seat next to me. “Lay it on me.”

I stare at Harry’s strange behaviour, glance at his glass but it’s untouched.

“This dinner?” I stare him square in the eye.” “Really for your benefit. Jack probably pitied you and decided to try to rekindle the flame he lit in the first place, I don’t bloody care to be here. I’m fine if you’re not in my life.”

“Who said I want this?” Harry asks. “I’m fine if you’re not in my life.”

Even though I’d just said those words to him, when he says them back they sting a little. And it must’ve shown in my face because Harry backs down a little. He reaches for his glass and takes the first sip. The waiter takes our order and I’m left staring at Harry’s side profile as he burns a hole into his glass. I open my mouth to talk but he speaks first.

“I’m sorry for being so horrible to you. All these years, not just at the festival.” Harry finally makes eye contact and it’s my turn to look away. He waits for me to say something and when I don’t he speaks again. “You don’t have to forgive me, I understand if you don’t. But I did lie right now, I wouldn’t be fine if you weren’t in my life. I haven’t been fine. I don’t know what else to say except I’m sorry.”

Tears spring up and I hate them. But remembering Harry’s words from that day, how often I did recall them. And I think he’s done but he continues:

“I really thought I had it all figured out with Alyssa. When I think about it now I know we would never have lasted. I don’t know how you knew she...but she couldn’t...it just wasn’t meant to be. With her and me. And I wish I believed I wasn’t such a dick that day. I think I was just scared what losing her would mean. So I lost you instead.”

I would never admit it, but life was a little less dull without Harry. I missed when we hung out with J&J, the four of us had fun. But I didn’t want my life to be a pattern of crawling back to any man I had history with.

“Thank you for apologising,” I say formally, it was the only way I wouldn’t cry. “But I don’t think we can be friends again.” It’s too painful, too much had happened between us.

Harry doesn’t speak for a while, I thought he wasn’t going to until he does: “Okay, if that’s what you want.” I see him lean back in the chair from the corner of my eyes. He pinches his nose and sighs, “I’ll respect your...what you want.”

It’s awkwardly silent between us as we wait for dinner. Jack texts me just as it arrives and I check it discreetly.

I’m sorryyyy!! False alarm but we decided to take the babies home. Give him a chance Y/N, he’s always asking about you. Don’t shut him out!!!! Xxx

I want to facetime Jack just to flip him off but I turn my phone over and focus on swallowing my food without throwing up.

“So,” Harry starts. “Since we’re havig dinner we should talk.”

“What do you want to talk about?” I decided to stay polite.

Harry looks intensely at me, “What you’ve been up to? Unless you don’t want to get...personal.”

I shrug. “I haven’t had much of a life outside of work. But I booked a month off next month, I’m visiting some American friends.”

“Oh? Where are they located?”

“Some in New York City, LA, Seattle, and one in Chicago.”

“You’re going to visit all of them?” Harry sounds surprised.

“Yep,” the excitement for the trip flares up again and I can’t help but grin. “New York first, then make my way to Chicago and then Seattle. But the most exciting part is I’m going to drive down to LA after that-“

“Alone? That’s cool!” Harry joins in on my excitement.

“Right?! I just needed...” I sputter out as I remember it was Harry I was talking to. But then, I say screw it. “I just feel like the last few years with Nate and stuff, I needed an adventure. To just go out and explore.”

“I think that sounds perfect.” Harry smiles and he looks genuinely happy for me. The way he looks at me, I feel flushed as I concentrare on my food and throw the question back at him.

“Catching up on studio time,” he says. “I missed out on a lot after...Alyssa and I split. I’m going on tour in a month.”

“Local tour?” I ask.

“America, actually.” Harry says and I raise my eyebrow.

“Maybe we’ll bump into each other,” I say without thinking. We pause as we stare at each other. I break eye contact.

“It’s a big country,” Harry says. “But if we’re destined to meet...I’d like that.”

We talk some more, Harry telling me his plan for his new album and accepting my crticism. We decide to skip dessert, I claim I was getting tired but the night was just growing heavy. I missed Harry like you miss a childhood friend. It felt like we might have outgrown each other, I wanted things to go back to simpler times, but it was so easy to fall back into a familiar pattern when we were together. It was confusing and upsetting.

Instead of an Uber this time, Harry had driven himself and he offers to drop me off. He was passing me on his way home apparently.

The ride is silent, but not awkward. An unspoken agreement to just exist beside each other and not force a conversation. As we near my flat, his song comes on. He goes to change it but I swat his hand away and turn the volume up. I catch him glancing at me but I turn my head out my window and let Speechless wash over me. The only song anyone’s ever written for me.

Before I leave, I turn to him, the goodbye a painful one. “Goodnight Harry.”

“Goodnight,” he watches me with sorrow and it makes me pause as I hop out.

“I had a nice dinner even though we were parent trapped together.”

He laughs, relief coating his features. “Me too, it wasn’t as painful as you looked when you first spotted me. I thought you were going to run out of that place.”

“I was not,” I laugh. I decide to lean back in the car and peck his cheek goodbye. “I’m really proud of you Harry. You’re definitely going places.”

He smiles, but his eyes give away the truth behind what he was thinking. It was a thought I couldn’t entertain.

I wish him goodnight again and head to my doors, making sure I didn’t turn around. I wasn’t sure I would have the strength to walk away if I did.

I drop my keys by my door and head to my room, shedding the day as I step out of my oufit and into my sweatpants. My tickets to JFK in two and a half weeks greet me as I open my freezer for ice cream, I might have refused dessert tonight but my heart needed the sweet relief that I was going to be okay. In under three weeks I was going to be halfway across the world tasting freedom and a new adventure! I couldn’t wait. As I dream about what was waiting for me, I begin to think I really was going to be okay.

#harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles angst #harry styles #fic #yearly #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #this took so long because I kept changing things #but it WILL be okay #😌 #and if there are any mistakes or plotholes #i've been staring at this for so long #it really doesn't matter anymore

[hpsamantha]

Rogue Avengers Return: Pt. 1

Y/N is Angry

Word Count: 2390

Backstory: Y/N joined the 'New Avengers' as the superhero Tidal (OC) when she was 14 and a sophomore, she skipped a grade, joining Peter Parker at Midtown. Y/N was previously put under the guardianship of Fury after her parents died when she was 11 and is living with her "Uncle" Tiny (oops sorry she means Tony). Y/N is adopted by Stark and they live happily ever after, until a year later. Steve and his crew have been pardoned. Bucky who now goes by James, has been forgiven by Tony and now resents Steve for bringing him in this mess. He is annoyed about the pardon, Tony is not happy about it, Y/N is furious and Peter is scared of what his girlfriend will do to them. What will happen when they arrive? Read to find out!

Pt. 2 

Steve sighed as the jet hit a patch of turbulence. His hair was a mess and stringy from the many times he has pulled at it. He was distraught and you could tell, he was also angry at Stark for abandoning him and the team by not helping them through this. T'Challa helped them but it should've been Stark helping, after all he did owe them. He was brought out of his thoughts by Sam who shook his shoulder.

"Hey man, we're almost there." Steve smiled at him, reassuring him that he was ok. But he wasn't. He missed Bucky a lot and couldn't wait to see him. Standing up and looking around at his teammates, he couldn't believe how separated they have became after some people saw the Siberia video. Nat, Clint, and Scott were in the corner avoiding Steve, Wanda, and Sam. His real friends stuck up up for him after watching the video, especially Wands, saying that Tony attacked first and that it wasn't Steve's fault. While the rest of the team stayed away from him.

Even before, Lang didn't like Steve. He hasn't seen Cassie in a year and resented him for that reason. He was the one that turned the rouges over to the UN, and wasn't the only person that hated Steve Roger's guts. The jet jerked again as it landed on the ground, Steve let go of the breath he didn't realize he was holding and stood up, facing Wanda. "Whatever happens, just know that i'm by your side." She nodded and stepped off of the jet, followed by the rest of the rouges.

As they adjusted their eyes, they saw a girl with H/L H/C hair and piercing E/C eyes. She walked forward a bit as anger flashed across her eyes and she stopped in front of the rouges. Her eyes scanned them until she found who she was looking for, Natasha Romanoff. Y/N walked toward her and the rouges became tense, awaiting the next action the girl would take. Instead of doing anything drastic, Y/N hugged Natasha with all of her might, "I haven't seen you in so long Nat."

"I missed you приливный (Tidal)."

"Me too madre araña (Spider Mother)."

"I see you still speak Spanish."

"And you still speak Russian."

Y/N walked away from Natasha and turned to address the rouges with a now serious look on her face, "Hello rouges. My name is Y/N, but you can call me Mrs. L/N. Many things have changed over this past year and I hope you realize that you're not on top anymore." Wanda opened her mouth to say something but, Y/N glared at her and she closed it. "Anyways, In the compound there is the East and West wing, you guys are not allowed in the West wing. You each have your own room in the East wing though."

"Why aren't we allowed in the West wing?" Scott asked politely.

"The New Avengers reside in that wing." After Y/N spoke those words Steve, Wanda, and Sam looked up with a look of disbelief on their face. "Many of them are not happy about you guys being pardoned, i'm doing you a favor."

"A favor?! We have the right to reside in the West wing!" Wanda exclaimed furiously.

"Maybe someday you will, if you earn my trust." Y/N said in disappointment, "I am in charge of you guys since you're "part" of the Avengers Initiative, and making sure you don't hurt anyone ever again."

"Is that a threat?" Steve said in a dangerous tone.

"It can be."

Y/N wasn't happy that she had to keep an eye on the rouges since one of them almost killed her dad. When she found out what happened in Siberia she was furious and couldn't believe that Rogers would even do that. She felt numb when Vision found Tony lying on the ground dying. As soon as he carried him into the compound, he was rushed away and there was nothing Y/N could do to help except to pray. She didn't eat, drink, or sleep for days on end because of the worry.

Then Peter came over to check on Tiny and everything became better. The way he bounced around with endless energy and never stopped talking, the way he made sure she ate enough and slept through the night, and the way he took care of her when she felt like the world was crashing all around her. Peter was her guardian angel, and she never wanted to let go of him.

Y/N was shook out of her thoughts as her alarm went off signifying that they needed to move on.

"So, schedule. We get in there, you get your new security badges, I show you to your rooms, you leave me be afterwards."

"Security badges? That's a little low tech for Stark, isn't it? I mean c'mon, what about the weirdly invasive ID'ing Friday usually does? Also I'm still confused, why aren't we allowed in the West wing?" Sam added.

Y/N sighed and turned to them just as they reached the front doors. "You being cut off from the West wing was a request from another Avenger who was not comfortable with any of you being around him. As for the security badges; there are new people who need to get familiar with your faces so they know if you're in a place you shouldn't be just by looking at you. I know you are all some what used to Friday's regulated scanning but I don't care. You'll have those badges with you 24/7 by the way." She promptly turned back around and walked through the main automatic doors that lead into the compound. Y/N held up a finger, indicating it would just take one moment, before she punched a code into a panel installed in the wall next to the door. It slid open once more, this time long enough fore everyone to make it through. She gestured for them to follow once more before walking away briskly, not checking to see if they were following.

Wanda leaned over to Steve and under her breath said, "Cut off from the West wing because of a request from another Avenger," she scoffed, "Tony's not even supposed to be an Avenger, isn't he mentally unstable or something?"

Steve was just about to answer her when he ran straight into Y/N who had stopped in the middle of the wide, glass hall.

"Contrary to all your popular beliefs it was Vision who requested that you lot were to be kept out of that part of the building." She announced loud enough for everyone to hear while staring down Wanda who only showed bitter distain on her face, even though everyone knew Vision was a soft spot for her. Then Y/N was lowering her voice just so the witch could hear and crouching to her height to meet her eyes. "And aren't you one to talk about being unstable?" She bit out, venom leaking from her tone.

Then she abruptly straightened up and continued walking, everyone else warily following after her.

They walked down a hall that looked new to Steve, floor to ceiling windows that showed off the meticulously cut lawn behind the compound. There was a flash of red that flew by the wall of glass and immediately all of the Avengers stiffened while Y/N continued walking, unaffected.

"Ms. L/N? Did you- what was that?" Scott asked, hesitantly.

However, before Y/N got the chance to even open her mouth something burst through the door that lead to the outside, the red blur, followed by a... young child with a gun? The highly trained soldiers and assassins tensed as they watched the spider-kid from the airport swing from the ceiling and come to a stop, upside down, in front of Y/N. The younger boy pushed past them to also get to the young girl, a manic grin stretched across his face.

"Hello Y/N." Both of the kids said together.

Said girl eyed them disapprovingly before holding out her hand to the smaller boy. He begrudgingly handed over his colorful gun, made from thick tubes and heavy duty springs from what Steve could see.

"Harley, what did Tiny say about your food guns outside of the workshop?" Y/N asked sternly, though also with a touch of fondness. She pulled back a lever to reveal light green apple in the chamber.

The rouges watched the exchange, feeling awkward for having been pushed aside and ignored so easily by the two kids. "He said, and I quote, 'Harley, I swear to the galaxies above, if you break one more two thousand dollar art piece with that potato gun I will dig up the old Jericho missile and blow it to hell.' This, however, is not a potato gun." He gave Y/N a big, mischievous grin. "Apples." He said smugly, pointing at the fruit.

"He does have a point, Tidal." Said the Spider-boy, still dangling precariously from the ceiling. However everyone there knew that his webs were strong enough to hold him.

"Sometimes I really do wonder why I talk to you." She mumbled.

The Harley kid sighed dramatically and said, "Well you are my sister."

Steve felt uncomfortable listening to the ordinary conversation because since they were all completely disregarding the Avengers it seemed more intimate somehow. Clint looked like he was trying his hardest not to listen into their talk and Sam was giving Wanda several pointed looks like he was trying to tell her something, while Scott was just looking around the compound in awe. To be perfectly honest it was sometimes weird to see that Scott still hero worshipped them and what they did even though he was basically one of them now.

Steve also wondered who the kid's dad was. Maybe they were Ross'... Steve was never even close to being an acquaintance with that man so it made sense to not know about him having a kid.

Y/N's voice cut through Steve's thought. "I doubt he would want me to introduce you all to each other but I'll do it anyways because of the meeting later and we all need to have some sort of chemistry on the battlefield." She began, but was cut off by Sam.

"Battlefield? That kid looks five?!" Sam said, pointing at the youngest.

"I'm thirteen, but sure, thirteen, five? Same difference." The 'kid' replied sassily.

"Well Harley won't actually be on the battlefield but he does operate some of the aerial scouting tech from time to time, just as an extra pair of eyes." Y/N responded coolly, tugging Harley close to her side as the spider gracefully let go of the web one limb at a time until he was upright and on his feet. He then yanked the web from the ceiling and wrapped it around his arm. "Good, you're learning not to leave behind a mess wherever you go." Y/N murmured, pleased.

"Are you sure that's appropriate?" Clint asked, brow raised. "I mean, for someone so young... I can't imagine my kids having to see such a gruesome battle on a regular basis. His father must not care much for his child's mental health." He said this with a slightly sarcastic lilt to his voice which only served to harden Y/N glare.

Surprisingly, Harley answered. "I bet your kids have already seen enough. I mean, with them having a deadly assassin as a dad and all." He basically whispered, a certain edge taking to his voice. "But what would I know about raising a family, Hawkeye. I'm so young. I couldn't possibly understand what it's like to have to make the choice between staying retired or stepping out on your family for no apparent reason."

They were all shocked. Well, not Y/N or Peter, they had been expecting something even more brutal. Steve was about to argue or at least ask why the boy knew so much but thought better of it and allowed Clint to answer for himself. "Hey, kid, you don't know my situation. It was a tough decision but it had to be done. I knew what I was doing and I knew how leaving to help Steve would effect my family. I- I know I have a responsibility to my kids, as their father, but it was the right thing to do." He ended righteously.

"Eh, it happens, dads leave, no need to be a pussy about it, though." Harley replied nonchalantly. Peter chuckled, recognizing the line from the story Harley had told him about how he had met Tony for the first time.

"Language, young man. You should never speak to your superiors like that!" Steve turned to Y/N helplessly but she just stared back at him, "Not trying to tell you how to handle kids but are you really not going to say anything about that?" He asked incredulously, hands flailing.

"No, Rogers, I will not. He is my boyfriend, and he is my brother. So I personally don't give a fuck. I was going to say something worse." She answered simply, turning away from him to continue down the hall. "Oh, and by the way, I will also be on the battlefield with you as one of your superiors. I may be 15, but I am much more powerful then all of you combined, so I suggest that you don't try anything to Harley, Spidey, or Tony." The rogues looked shocked, while Y/N smiled.

"Now, on wards with the schedule, I really do need to get a good night of sleep tonight." The two boys walked closely to her one either side as they disappeared into another corridor.

Clint glanced over at Steve, a completely baffled look on his face as he began walking to catch up with them. The others followed after them, just as confused by what had happened as their Captain was. Sam shook his head and mumbled under his breath, "damn teenagers and their damn angst" but kept up with his friends nonetheless.

#marvel #fanfiction #peter parker x reader #the avengers #peter parker #tony stank #tonystark #steve rogers #wehatesteverogers #bashing #teamcap #teamcapbashing #bucky barnes #rogueavengersreturn

[hyunqlns]

adventure to his heart ❦ hyunjin pt.6

⇴ genre: apocalypse!au ; angst ; future fluff

⇴ part : 6        | 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 7 ; 8 ; |

⇴ description: just when you thought your crush, the well known school heartthrob hwang hyunjin, was your biggest problem, a crazy alien invasion managed to prove you wrong.

⇴ author’s note: inspired and based on the book and movie “the fifth wave”! this might be a slowburn, but I promise you a good ending awaits for y/n and hyunjin.

⇴ warnings: apocalypse, swears.

⇴ word count: 1278

two days passed since alddreu turned into a pile of ashes. it turned out an inside man, exploded the air force base and somehow things took a great turn. the others left the earth, or at least, it seemed like it.. there were no longer any traces of silencers, the others, or anyone in general, besides you, the kids that made it out. most of the people managed to escape with you, but other kids weren't lucky enough to make it out alive. they sacrificed themselves. they were gone for good.

and even thought the whole end-of-the world fanfare ended, these days you were no longer yourself. the optimistic and hopeful y/n was no longer alive. she died, along with those other kids.  she turned into a pile of ashes, just like alddreu, just like the others. 

"y/n you have to eat. take this" jisung commanded as passed you the canned beans. "look, I know hard it must be for you, but please. we don't want to lose you" his voice cracked as he rubbed your back in attempt to calm you. "jisung, I appreciate your effort but I hate this. i feel suffocated. not only did I lose my parents, my sister, but I lost myself too. melanie hates me. everyone does. i can feel it. it’s a matter of time you give up on me too." you let out a loud sob, your throat aching as well as jisung’s heart.

melanie and hyunjin actually broke up the same day you escaped the alddreu airfield. in the end hyunjin admitted to not actually loving mel, which didn’t take the rest of stray kids by surprise. melanie didn’t cry or throw a tantrum, she was just salty at him for being oblivious to his feelings and pretending and at you, for being alive and returning, and stealing felix from her. did the others ruin her? or was she never honest with you to begin with? you didn’t know, but you hated it. you felt truly guilty for not dying that day you were cornered under that car and for meeting felix. 

and after all these weeks and months of suffering, you still realised you liked hyunjin. your heart ached every time you went out of your tent to scavenge for supplies and saw him staring at you from a distance.

the past few days hyunjin was always glancing at you. there wasn't a single second where he didn't spare you a pitiful glance. you didn't know if he was just pitying you or if he was worried. you became close to jisung and had him and felix, so it didn't bother you much.

"hey y/n, how are you feeling?" felix said as he entered the tent you, him and jisung shared and ruffled your messy hair.

"never have been better" you said, hinting the sarcasm in your voice.

"cheer up y/n, everything is fine now. the others left and we can finally rebuild the civilisation." he smiled cheerfully. every person in your big camp that you made had a role. felix’s role was too cheer people up. after the whole thing ended, many kids were depressed and anxious so there had to be someone to try to help and entertain them. that was felix and jisung's job. and yours? you haunted and scavenged for food, supplies, medicine. since you had the skills, after being in the open for months, alone, they decided it'd be the best if you and hyunjin who was also good in this area to scavenge.

you had only went scavenging once with him and you both maintained your distance and kept silent.

but that.... was until today.

"hey y/n. how are you?" hyunjin awkwardly asked you, while we were walking. it was apparent he didn't know how to strike a conversation with you.

"not too good. you?" you asked. your heart skipping a beat. your stomach flipped. you remembered the times you used to spy on him and admire him in the flower garden. you missed those times. it was never going to be the same again.

"I know we didn't start too good before. I’m hwang hyunjin. your sister has told me a lot about you" he said, smiling, his eyes forming a little crescents.  typical hyunjin, his smile alluring every person on this planet.

"look hwang, I don't need your pity. i don’t need your help, i’m perfectly fine scavenging out here on my fucking own so you can go back totthe camp." you spat out, picking up your pace just as your hopes that you could escape him. however, before you could pass by him, he grabbed your wrist and spun you around, making you directly bump into his chest. due to the height difference between you two, you had to lift up your head to see him, but when you felt his eye-piercing  gaze on you, you lowered your gaze to his chest.

"what if I refuse to leave you then?" he smirked but soon enough, he became completely solemn, catching you off guard. your heart palpitated and your face heated up, as you gritted your teeth, trying not to give in.

"w-what?" a blush crept on your cheeks and you gulped.

"I like you y/n. i have months before the whole thing started." he said so straightforwardly.

"you're lying. I was invisible to you and your friends back then-- well, except felix. plus why would i care if you did?" you refused flatly, rejecting the idea of hyunjin liking you back. 

"why would i lie? felix always blabbered about you and praised you. that's how I started liking you. you were more shy and stayed closed in your own bubble, world of make-believe, unlike the other girls that had liked me." he stated and lifted your chin, making you stare at him directly. his face had gotten so close to yours and you could feel his hot breath on your own face. he didn’t change a bit since the invasion started. his childish smile never left his face, his playful eyes remained the same. 

"why did you never talk to me? approach me? you know, I always felt like a loner. why are you telling me this now? you like my sister, not me. stop it hyunjin.” you were frustrated. he liked your sister. he dated her. he never told you he had liked you. this turned out to be even more complicated than the whole apocalypse thing.

"I don't, y/n." he sighed before continuing. "I liked the idea of loving someone and them loving me back. she really likes felix, not me. and I really like you, not her. we were fooled by this whole apocalypse thing. it tricked us into thinking we like someone we don't, because we missed each other and felt lonely" he replied before finally closing the tiny gap between you and pressing his lips against yours. his plump lips feeling so soft. it was different from felix's kiss, you had to admit. this kiss was full of love and sincerity, it made you feel safe, helped you forget about everything. there was love rather than lust. it felt right. the moment felt euphoric and lasted a few seconds before you both pulled away to take shaky and shallow breaths. 

"why is life like that?" you hiccuped, your voice wavering, exhilarated because of the tension you shared before the kiss.

"I want to get to know you more y/n. forget about school. forget about felix, melanie, the past. we’re starting fresh."

“let’s take it slower, eh?” you snickered before running away happily, maybe the pieces finally coming together, allowing you to feel at peace.

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[iamkatehardy]

Only One (Alfie Solomons x Reader) - Pt 2

Request: Anon: “Hello would you mind writing an Alfie who really likes this shy girl who works in some shop near him. She already has s boyfriend but Alfie doesn't care and goes to her work a lot just to get to talk & flirt with her but she always gets embarrassed and shyer when he flirts and he loves that. She catches her boyfriend cheating on her and now Alfie can make his move😉 could u use smut prompt list #64 #37 please you can change any of this however you need to whatever works for you.”

Warnings: Cursing (No smut yet T.T I’m so sorry!)

A/N: I found out I’m very fond of this story, maybe obsessed 😂  I was dying to share this, so I’m posting this small update ❤❤ Starting Pt 3 TODAY, because I need to 😍

Leave your feedback, me and your favourite Jew will be very thankful!❤

 Only One

Most store owners in Camden owed obligations to Alfie Solomons. Since he usually didn’t even bother to come himself, the sight of him was enough to terrify the shopkeepers; his visit was usually sign of incoming trouble, terrible trouble.

An old man wearing an apron, worn out with years of use, was tidying up the store to close when Alfie suddenly came in. The flower man felt small and wondered what he did wrong.  

“Mr. Solomons, I wasn’t expecting to see you, Sir. Your men came by last week. Business has been slow lately, I’m afraid I don’t have money…”

Alfie raised his hand and the man fell silent, crossing his wrinkled, trembling hands over his apron.

“That’s not why I disturb you now, aye.”

“Well, then, what can I do for you?” – The man shot him a questioning look.

“Oh, could you get me a steak?” – An ironic smile formed in his lips. - “This is a fuckin’ flower shop, innit?” – Alfie’s smile disappeared and he hissed, raising his arms and looking around him. – “So, I want flowers, innit fuckin’ obvious?”

“Of course. And what kind of flowers would you like?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know! There are so many different types, it’s confusing, honestly.” -  He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. – “That’s why you have to help me; you’re here for that, right?”

“What’s the occasion, Mr. Solomons?”

“Sometimes you don’t need a special occasion to gift a special someone, right? Her presence, her existence, her worth… These are enough motives, innit?!” – Alfie gave the man a shrug, then took a deep breath and raised his head proudly, his mouth twisting peculiarly, in a kind of contented smile.

“Someone pinch me.” – The old man whispered, scratching his head; he had never seen Alfie smiling truly, let alone speaking like that.

“I fuckin’ will, if you don’t get me a bouquet with your best flowers in two minutes.” – He pointed his finger at the man, snarling.

The old flower man disappeared behind the counter, returning with a bouquet of fragrant flowers.

“Roses and Jasmine; they have never failed me in forty years of marriage!”

“Forty fuckin’ years, aye?” – Alfie took the bouquet, raising his eyebrow. – “Don’t they smell nice! I guess I’m taking them, mate.”

“It’s not about the color or even the smell… It’s the fact you spent a little bit of your time thinking about her and how to make her day a little better.” – The man smiled, the wrinkles in his face more prominent.

“A little bit of my time?! I’ve been thinking ‘bout her the whole fuckin’ day, my good man!” – Alfie returned the smile and put a note on the counter, before making his way out of the shop.

Trying to avoid the crowd, Alfie wandered down the street. Unconsciously, he started humming lowly, tunelessly, happily. When he got to your store, he turned the doorknob with his free hand, but the door was locked.

“No! Fuck me.” – Frustration built inside him, as he tried to open the door again and again. Grunting in defeat, he leaned his head on the door, but no sound came from within. On the inside, he wanted to kick the door, but decided to knock heavily instead.

“Hold on, hold ooon!” – The loud bangs on the door made you put aside the cloths and embroidery you were working on; before getting up, you meticulously inspected your work for a second.

Once you emerged from the backroom, the sight of Alfie’s image through the glass door was enough to make you flash an excited smile.

“Well, well, well, look at this.” –Your heart squeezed as you slowly unlocked the door. – “I was afraid you weren’t coming today after all.” – Leaning against the door, you stepped back to let him through.

“First of all, excuse me for the delay, love; I’ve been busy all day long. Please grant me your forgiveness.” – As he got inside, he shyly gave you the bouquet he was holding, wondering if you were going to like it or not.

“Are these for me? I… I couldn’t possibly accept.” – Blushing furiously, you shook your head.

“What’s stopping you sweetie? I beg you to take it, as a token of my fondness for you, dove.” – He nodded once, his gaze never leaving your eyes, causing your hairs to rise.

“Thank you, they’re beautiful.” – You took the bouquet, timidly looking at the ground when he got closer; for a moment, you closed your eyes smelling the flowers and taking in the delicate fragrance. – “These are my favorite, how did you know?” – Cocking your head, you smiled widely.

“Just a wild guess, pet.” – He chuckled, watching you happily put the flowers on a vase on the counter.

“I’ll go get your hats now.” – You nodded courtly, before entering the curtains that separated the store from the backroom.

“I’ll help you. A lot of fuckin’ boxes for you to carry alone, innit?”- He followed you to the sewing room in the back, behind the velvet curtains.

He bent down to pick the boxes up in the corner, swearing under his breath because of his acute back pain.

“Let me get these for you.” – Seeing him in pain, you came over and bent down by his side, looking up at him and smiling softly.

A single lock of hair fell in your face and you tried to blow it out of your eyes.

“That’s better, innit?” – He reached up and tucked the lock of hair behind your ear, softly brushing his digit on your skin, after.

Fired seemed to burn where he touched you, contrasting with the cold of his rings on your skin.

“Yeah.” – Clearly flustered and blushed under your makeup, you stuck with a simple answer, because you knew you’d probably stumble on your own words.

In hopes of making the blush go away, you cupped your cheek in your cold hands for a second. Once again, Alfie smoothed your hair softly, enjoying the feel of your hair between his fingers and savoring your unique softness. Breathing an imperceptible shaky sigh, you looked at him under your lashes, captivating his heart little by little. Coyly looking down, you drew your lower lip into your mouth, sucking it briefly.

“I’m not so young anymore, please don’t mess with me like that, pet.” – Without thinking twice, he held your chin up, rubbing his thumb over the seam of your lips, slowly coming closer. – “My heart is too weak for such a woman, aye?” – He lowered his voice to a husky tone; the tip of his nose touched yours and he moved his face even closer to yours, making you part your lips and hold your breath.

It took a lot of effort and self-control to resist the sudden engulfing urge to taste his lips.

“Alfie…” – With your eyes shut, you muttered his name breathlessly, shivering under his touch every time you felt the whispers of his breath on your lips, that left you dazed. You could feel him moving closer and closer, as his hand lightly rested on your waist. In the last second, you turned your head and his warm, full, loving lips landed on your cheek instead. – “The boxes…” – Your voice trembled.

“Right…” – He nuzzled his nose against your cheek, as his thumb stroked your lower back. – “The boxes.” – He breathed deeply and sighed against your cheek; once again, his warm breath washed over your skin.

He stepped away from you, aware that your eyes lingered on him for a moment. He extended his arms and you started pilling the boxes in his hands, carefully.

“Too bad the weather is fine today, innit?  I’d like an excuse to come tomorrow as well.” – He gave you a cheeky smile and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head, while the color on your cheeks became a little deeper again.

“You don’t have to make up an excuse.” – You tapped the box slowly and moved your eyes back to him. – “Do you?”

“Actually, maybe I have an excuse. Well, it’s not a fuckin’ excuse, it’s more of a motive. I’m about to close a deal and I will be having an important dinner; I better dress to impress, innit? Do you, by any change, make gentlemen’s clothing, pet?”

“No, but I hired a talented Italian tailor who does.” – You giggled.

“An Italian? No way. Absolutely not. No fuckin’ way.” – Alfie shook his head disapprovingly. – “ I don’t trust fuckin’ wops, I’d end up shootin’ him in the face.”

“I beg your pardon?” – Your eyes went wide and you shot him a shocked look.

“Me and fuckin’ wops don’t get along, sweetie. I think it’s best if we don’t even breathe the same air, a’ight? There is some bad blood between us, it goes way back. Believe me, pet, I don’t want to kill your tailor, but if he looks at me wrong, I might. You know, it is what it is.”

You looked at him in disbelief.

“Look…” – He put the boxes on your working table. – “I’m a real rotten egg; I have to be honest. I do fuckin’ bad things for a living, all sorts of nasty things, before you ask.” – He leaned against the table, pinching the bridge of his nose. – “Being this kind of person, right, it’s a good way to make enemies, and sweetie I have many. Many. Those fuckin’ wops included. That’s why I don’t want them anywhere near me.” – He looked down and clasped his hands. - “Now, if you want to turn away from someone like me, I won’t even try to stop you, it is fuckin’ easy to understand if you do innit?” – He sighed and shrugged helplessly.

“You don’t really seem like a bad person, to be honest.” – Chewing your lower lip, you studied him, before you looked down at your hands.

“Oh, I fuckin’ am, dove!” – He nodded, disappointed with himself. – “But I’m glad you feel that way, aye?” – He picked the boxes up, his hands shaking, before he walked through the velvet curtains.

“That’s not the Alfie I know.” – You followed him to the main room of the shop.

“Well, ask around , pet. That’s the Alfie everyone knows.”

“No offense, but who cares about what everyone knows or thinks?” – You gave him a comforting smile that made something inside him twist. – “I can tailor your suit for you.” – You rubbed his shoulder, before laying your hand over his heart, that was pounding on his chest like there was no tomorrow. – “If you want me to, that is.”

He just wanted to drop the boxes he was carrying and hold you in his arms; he wanted it so bad it hurt.

“Having a woman’s touch would only make it even more beautiful, innit? Especially if it’s your touch, love” – A wide smile formed on his lips, making your knees wobble.

“I guess so, Mr. Solomons.” – You teased, your shy smirk driving him crazy.

“No Mr. Solomons, a’ight dove?!” – He took your hand and kissed it gently.

Before he let go, he noticed the engagement ring glistening on your finger and the smile he had was gone in that same second. He felt a lump on his throat and although he tried his best to keep control, he could feel tears burning the back of his eyes already, so he shook his head to avoid them.

“I… I’ll come by later this week, if I have the time.” – Looking a little stunned, he headed to the door.

“Let me walk you out.” – You gently put your hand on his shoulder.

“I can show myself out, thank you.” – He abruptly opened the door and left, disappearing as soon as he entered the crowd.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Daughter of Freddie Mercury; Freddie Mercury x pre-teen/teen reader pt.2

*Author’s note*

And here we go everyone, here is pt.2 of the request. Now i want to warn everyone in advance that this part is TWICE AS ANGSTY and probably the most angsty thing I will ever write.  So if anyone needs, I’ve got tissues ready for everyone and anyone who needs them. Also the POV’s change constantly throughout this part so if that bothers anyone I’m telling you in advance. 

Warnings: mentions of drugs, ANGST, some fluff, the SOB P**nt**, swearing.

Taglist:

@psychosupernatural

@geek-and-proud

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I now was lying on the guest bed in Uncle Deacy's house. My hair now fully wet after just getting out of a bath. Thanks to aunt Veronica who helped to rinse out the dip and anything else that had gotten stuck to my hair, plus also to wash away the champagne smell from my skin.

I lay there on my side motionlessly with tears still dripping out of my eyes every now and them, occasionally sniffling. A soft knock and the door creaked open and I heard Uncle Deacy's voice say.

"Hey, may I come in?" I remained silent. I heard the door shut and felt a dip at the foot of the bed. Silence rang out through the room and that's when I heard Uncle Deacy say. "I've made some hot chocolate downstairs. I know how much that cheers you up."

"I'm gonna end back in the foster home." I finally muttered softly. I knew uncle Deacy's eyes were locked right at me as I heard him say in shock.

"What makes you say that?"

"Not the first time it's been that way." I bluntly stated. I felt his hand on my shoulder and finally I turned towards him and I continued, "Paul's taking him away from me. I can feel it. It happened once before with my third foster dad. The minute he met a girl he no longer wanted me. They hosted parties like that all the time, and then one day he called the foster home telling them he no longer wanted me......." I tried holding back my tears as I tried to get out. "Guess I was never meant to be a part of a family. I'll just be the black plague of this earth....."

"Bullshit!" I looked up at Uncle John and was shocked at his statement. Usually he's calm and collected, rarely does he ever snap but just now he did and I was terrified. He inhaled deeply before exhaling softly and said, "I'm sorry dear, but what you just said is absolute rubbish."

"If it is rubbish, then why hasn't anyone adopted me yet? Why do they always say they'll be there for me when eventually they always leave me?" I asked as I sat up and kept eye contact with him. He stared right back at me, his face completely stoic and I knew I had him in a box.

That was until he lifted his hand and cupped my cheek gingerly and he said to me.

"Close your eyes." I looked at him confused.

"What?"

"Just trust me love," I sighed heavily and closed them and I heard him say again, "Now I want you to forget everything you see," I felt his hand take my wrist and place it over my chest, right over my heart. "What do you feel?" I soon felt my heartbeat and I said as I opened my eyes.

"My heart." I looked up at Uncle Deacy and he said as he extended his arm.

"Come here." I allowed his arm to wrap around my shoulder and I leaned up against his chest as he held me close and moved my head over his chest allowing me to hear his heartbeat.

"Your heart?"

"Two rhythms synchronizing together to create a strong beat to a song. And you are the most important beat to this family (y/n). From day one when you came to us, you became such an important part to this crazed family, we'd be lost without you here. You belong here (y/n), and don't let what Paul or anyone else make you think otherwise."

"You really mean that?" I asked as I looked up at him hopefully.

"Of course, I never say what I don't mean. I may not always speak the most out of the other three, but when I do say something, it's always 100% true." I wrapped my arms around Uncle Deacy's neck and hugged him as tight as I could. I felt his arm wrap around me as he hugged me back with as much strength as he could all the while stroking my back. "Freddie just marches to his own rhythm. But sooner or later he will come around. He always does."

"Thanks uncle Deacy, I love you."

"I love you too poppet. Now, what do you say we head downstairs for that hot chocolate, hmm?" I nodded happily and we separated from each other and headed downstairs to grab the hot chocolate, and for the rest of the night Uncle Deacy never once let his arm down from my shoulder's always keeping me close to him in his one armed hug.

But as time continued to move on, it seemed like my dad was just getting worse. Paul's influence was really starting to affect the Freddie Mercury I first met back at the foster home, he wasn't the same he drank more, was high practically all the time and barely acknowledged my existence any more.

What's worse was that he was also starting to push away Uncle Brian, Deacy and Roger. Like when one day shortly after they had filmed the music video for uncle Deacy's song "I want to break free" with all of them dressed in drag, apparently America banned the video because of the idea and pointing the blame on dad when in reality it was Uncle Roger's idea.

I listened in on the meeting even when I knew I wasn't supposed to. I hid behind the door as I heard my dad say.

"I'm never touring in the US again. And I'm the one being blamed for it. Not you dear whose idea I believe it was to dress up in drag. Nor you, not even you who wrote the bloody thing." He said pointing out to Roger for the idea, then to Brian and finally Deacy who wrote the song. "No, crazy cross dressing Freddie. Freddie the Freak, Freddie the Fag. I'm tired of touring aren't you? Album tour album tour. I want to do something different."

"We're a band that's what bands do. Album, tour. Album, tour." I heard Uncle Brian say.

"Well I need a break, I'm sick of it." Dad snapped.

"What are you saying Freddie?" I heard Uncle Deacy say. There was silence that lingered in the room for what felt like eternity until finally my dad spoke.

"I've signed a deal, with CBS records."

"You've done what?" I heard Uncle Roger say.

"Without telling us." Uncle Brian stated.

"What kind of deal?" asked uncle Deacy.

"Look I'm not saying we won't ever record or tour again. Queen will go on. But I—I need to do something different, do you know what I mean? I-I-I need to grow. What's the song, fly away?"

"Spread my wings and fly away." Said Uncle Deacy.

"Spread my wings and fly away." My dad piped in.

"A solo album." Said Uncle Brian.

"Two actually. Back to back." Paul's voice finally spoke up.

"Another word out of you and I'll throw you out the bloody window!" uncle Roger's voice snarled.

"But that's years Freddie I mean—that'll take years."

"Ye have little faith."

"I just I don't believe this." Uncle Roger spoke up. "How much?" Silence rang throughout the room. "What did they pay you?!" Roger demanded again. Everyone including me was waiting on baited-breath to hear just how much my dad was offered. "I wanna know how much they paid you!"

"Four million dollars!" My dad yelled out.

Oh God...... I couldn't believe how much they were offering for my dad's solo career. This, this, this was—mind boggling.

"That's more than any Queen deal." Said Uncle Deacy in disbelief.

"Look the routine is killing us, I mean you all must want a break from all the arguments. Whose song gets on the album. Whose songs the single? Who wrote what? Who gets the bigger slice of the royalties, what's on the B-side all of it. You must need a break." My dad tried to reason with the guys.

"Freddie. We're a family." Uncle Brian spoke up in a low tone but dad snapped, his voice choking up.

"No we're not! We're not a family. You've got families. Children! Wives! What have I got?!"

"You've got an adoptive daughter, but clearly you're too high to even remember that she still needs you." Uncle Deacy's solemn quick wit spoke up.

"I won't compromise my vision any longer." Is he for real here? He can't be serious about this.

"Compromise? Are you joking? You were working and Heathrow before we gave you a chance!" Uncle Roger's voice spoke up.

And without me....you'd—you'd be a dentist. Drumming 12-8 times blues at the weekend at the Crown and Anchor. And you, well, you would be Dr. Brian May. Author of a fascinating dissertation on the cosmos....that no one ever reads. And Deacy, for the life of me.....nothing comes to mind." Deacy who tried to brush his pain aside said proudly but I could hear the pain in his voice.

"I studied electrical engineering. Does that meet your standard?"

"It's perfect." Tears filled my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Dad was serious about breaking up the band and if he does, that means I'll—I'll never be able to see my uncles again.

"You just killed Queen." Uncle Roger's voice spoke up lowly and brokenheartedly.

"Oh give her a kiss one day she might wake up."

"You need us Freddie, more than you know. Think about what this will do to (y/n)."

"I don't need anyone. And never tell me how to raise my daughter. In fact—I forbid any of you for seeing her." What no! He—he can't do this to me.

I finally got the perfect family I've always dreamed about, I can't lose them now!

Not wanting to hear anymore I raced out into the backyard and raced next door hoping that mum would be there. Once I got to the front door I knocked on it repeatedly and as loud as I could but there was no answer.

"Mum please—please I need you. Everything's falling apart......I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do." I slid down the door and curled up against it and wept hysterically into my lap, hiding my head in my arms.

"(Y/n)." I sniffled and looked up to see my uncles standing before me. I stood up and hugged uncle Roger as he was the closest one and he wrapped his arms around me as I sobbed out.

"I don't want you guys to go! Please don't leave me. You promised we'd be okay. You promised!"

"We know darling, we know." I heard Uncle Brian say as his arms came around me as well. Soon Uncle Deacy joined in and I was caught in the middle of a three-way group hug. Something my uncles always did for me whenever my really bad days came up.

"You're the best family I've ever had. I don't want you guys to go."

"Oh believe us darling we don't want to leave you either. You're too important to us." Said Uncle Roger as I felt him kiss the top of my head.

"(Y/n)!!" I looked up to see Paul standing outside the front door. "Get back inside and pack up your things." He called out to me.

"No! I'm not leaving!" I cried back.

"Don't you dare talk back to me lass!"

"You're not my father! You've poisoned him you son of a bitch! You're poison Paul Prenter! A snake in the grass! A coward—"

"(Y/N)!!!" My father's voice soon roared out. He now appeared beside Paul and he proclaimed. "I order you to get inside the house and pack up your stuff! I'm your father and I know what's best for you!" My sudden confidence deflated like a balloon as I was reduced to a whimpering mess. I looked up to my uncles who all had tears in their eyes. "Now (y/n)!" I looked up at my uncles and begged to them.

"I don't wanna go please. I don't want to leave you three, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go!" Uncle Brian cupped my face and he said.

"We know love, but I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about it."

"No please......let me stay with you guys. You've been better fathers than he has lately."

"As much as we would want to, we can't (y/n). You've been the best niece the three of us could've asked for. And know that we will always love you." He kissed the center of my forehead when I felt a rough hand take my arm and I was pulled away.

I looked up to see Paul forcing me out of my uncle's protective group hug. I thrashed and tried to fight back but he had a strong grip on me. Uncle Roger's hand still held my free one tightly until I was forced to let go due to the distance. I could see him wanting to come back for me but uncle Brian and uncle Deacy stopped him all three of them looking at me with sorrow-filled eyes.

I cried out for each of them but no matter how much I screamed, no matter how much I pleaded and begged, they didn't come back for me.

*Brian's POV*

It broke our hearts not to go running back and try to get her out of Paul's repulsive grip. Trust me Roger's not the only one who wants to beat Paul to the ground for forcing her out of our arms. But we had no legal recourse for this, had we tried to interfere; Freddie would probably try to start a legal action against us, which could lead to a restraining order against us.

Forbidding us by law to from have any contact with (y/n). I refused to do that to (y/n). She's already been through enough and I refused to put her through that situation. I watched with a broken heart along with Deacy and Roger as Paul finally shoved her into the house and Fred slammed the door shut.

*Munich 1984. My POV*

It's been about 3 weeks since we've moved to Munich, Germany. I barely came out for anything. I rarely ate, I hardly slept, hell I never responded to my dad if he tried to start some bonding time through music. I ignored him completely. He ruined my life, he took me away from the one family I finally came to love and was hardly paying attention to me because he was always either working or hosting a party downstairs.

He always thought he could make it up to me but I never gave him the time of day. I bluntly refused to even look at him, I just buried myself into my sheets and said not a word.

*Freddie's POV*

I was downstairs leaning against the stairway. Everyone else was getting high or drinking as booming music was playing. Normally I would be the life of the party but now—I was worried about (y/n). Ever since the move, she's hasn't spoken a word to me, she won't even look at me.

"Freddie c'mon your guests are waiting to see the host. They all want a little Mercury in their cup." Paul's voice spoke up as he knelt down in front of me. I placed my cigarette onto my lips and exhaled the smoke and didn't respond back. "What's wrong Freddie?"

"Did I do the right thing? For (y/n)? She won't speak to me anymore. Was I right?"

"Of course you were. She's just behaving like every other rebel teenager these days. Always throwing fits, locking themselves in their room. There's nothing to worry about. In a day or two she'll come around. Now come let's show these Germans how the people from London dance."

"I'm too tired Paul darling, I think I'll just turn in for the night." I slowly got up and walked up the stairs, feeling like utter shit. Finally I reached my room and collapsed onto it exhaling heavily before I passed out.

*3rd Person POV*

As the party continued on, Paul slipped away and got to a phone in the kitchen and pulled out a piece of paper and began dialing a phone number. He pressed the phone to his ear and plugged his other one to muffle the sound of the music as he heard the phone ring three times before it stopped.

"Mrs. Boynton, yes I would like to report a case of child neglect."

*My POV*

A few days later I was all along in the large house, Freddie had gone out to the studio to record his second album leaving me alone with all the mess of the party from the previous night, which meant leaving the drugs out onto the table.

I searched through the cabinets trying to find something to eat but there was hardly anything to eat. My stomach growled at me and that's when I heard a knock at the door. I slowly walked towards the front door but before I could even open it, social workers stormed the place and that's when I saw Mrs. Boynton.

"Mrs. Boynton?" I asked.

"(Y/n) I'm sorry to do this but we're going to have to take you back to London."

"What? Why?"

"Mrs. Boynton, just as we were told, there's puffs of cocaine lying all over the table unsupervised. And there's no sign of Mr. Mercury anywhere." One of the social workers said as they held up a back of cocaine in his hand. Mrs. Boynton looked down at me and she said.

"It would seem Freddie is unfit to take care of you anymore. We will immediately transport you back to England and back into the system."

"What no, no I can't go back there!" I cried out.

"And I'm afraid now that you are the legal adult age of 16, you will be put into a different housing. The young adult homeless facility until you are 18. I'm sorry my dear."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, you can take me to three people! Brian May, Roger Taylor or John Deacon! They're my uncles they can take care of me!" I cried out as two male social workers took me by the arm and proceeded to drag me out of the house. "Please Mrs. Boynton you can't put me in the system again! Please! Please don't do this to me!!" I was now being dragged towards a car and shoved inside.

I tried to get out but the door slammed shut on me and I couldn't open the door as it was now locked. I pounded on the window trying to get anyone's attention but no one would look at me.

It was then I saw Mrs. Boynton talking to Paul. She handed him a notice and Paul and her shook hands with each other before she walked away. I—I don't believe this. Paul's framing Freddie for all of this, and now I'm being put back into the system but this time I'm in the young homeless adult system.

Paul turned towards me and just waved at me as the car turned on and we drove away from the house.

*3rd Person POV*

For the next few weeks; Paul kept up the ruse that the reason why Freddie never saw his daughter come out was because she was still acting like a rebel teenager or telling him that she finally was coming around and just seeing the sights of Munich. Whatever he could to keep Freddie in the dark about his daughter and every time Freddie bought it.

That is until the night Mary came to see him.

It was now 1985 in the pouring rain, she had flown out to Munich to hopefully reach Freddie and see what had become of him since she and Jim Beach had been trying to phone Freddie for different various reasons.

The moment Freddie saw the love of his life, he was overjoyed to finally see her for the first time in a very long time. The two former lovers embraced each other after so long and Mary expressed her worry to Freddie but he assured her that he was fine and that he was just too busy working on the second album.

"Stay, stay here with me. I need the love of my life. And with you here, you could even help bring (y/n) out of her shell. She needs her mother." Freddie said as he stroked the side of Mary's face.

"Freddie, what about Queen? Jim told me he's been trying to contact you about Live Aid and you won't take his calls."

"What's Live Aid? And (y/n) is upstairs locked in her room, that's where she's always been ever since I moved her here."

"You haven't heard? Freddie it's the biggest concert there's ever been or ever will be for the famine in Africa. And Mrs. Boynton contacted me telling me that you were unfit to take care of her. They took her back into the system."

"Perhaps Paul thought Live Aid wasn't a good idea a distraction from my work that's what's important. And he would've told me if Mrs. Boynton had come about (y/n). Stay with me darling and everything will be alright. We can go up and see (y/n) for ourselves."

"Freddie I can't stay with you."

"Of course you can, I need you Mary."

"Freddie I'm pregnant." With that bombshell, Freddie's heart sunk like the Titanic. He stared at Mary in pure shock before his shock turned to anger as he said to her.

"How could you?"

"How could I? Freddie this has nothing to do with you!" It was then a choir of voices were heard including Paul's as soon coming in were Paul and his tag team of druggies and prostitutes.

"Freddie! Sorry we're late," when he came around and saw Mary Paul was stunned to see her. "Mary, what a pleasant surprise. Hans, everyone come in make yourselves at home." He soon said to the gang of people who soon came right on in like it was their own home. Paul walked up to Freddie and Mary as he said ashamed, "I wish you were comin to stay, I would've scrubbed the place."

"Actually I'm not staying." Mary said sadly as she walked out of the house. Freddie chased after her in the pouring rain calling out her name. He approached the cab that she had gotten into and managed to hold the door open before she could close it.

"I'm happy for you." Freddie managed to say as he now stood before the love of his life. "Truly I am. Just—I'm frightened."

"Freddie you don't need to be. Because no matter what you are loved. By me, by Brian, Deacy, Roger, your family. Our daughter. It's enough. And these people—they don't care about you. Paul doesn't care about you." It was then Mary took something out from her coat and continued, "I saw Paul throw these in the bin a few years ago shortly after you had moved us into those homes. I couldn't risk him finding them again and burning them instead." She handed the folder to Freddie and he slowly took it from Mary as she urged him once more, "You don't belong here Freddie. Come home."

"Home." Freddie muttered softly. He closed the door and that's when the taxi cab drove off leaving Freddie standing there in the pouring rain.

"Freddie? What are you doing you'll catch your death."

"Why didn't you tell me about Live Aid?" asked Freddie.

"The Africa charity gig?" asked Paul. "It would be an embarrassment I—I didn't want to waste your time." As Paul spoke, Freddie slowly opened up the manila folder and inside of it were the adoption papers for one (Y/n) (l/n).

Freddie felt this sudden rage but he contained it, for now. He held his hand up stopping Paul from speaking any further.

"You should've told me."

"Of course I did. You forgot. You're always forgetting things. Come in now and have a drink." Freddie didn't move a single muscle as he finally said.

"You're out."

"What do you mean?"

"I want you out of my life."

"Because I'm the only one left you're blaming me for everything?"

"I blame myself. For how I behaved before my real friends, my family, my daughter."

"So I'm out, just like that? After everything we've been through? Think of the photos I have. I know who you are Freddie Mercury." Freddie then turned around towards Paul and just stared at him. He walked towards Paul and thinking that he had him right where he wanted him, Paul grinned but then out of nowhere, Freddie slugged Paul right across the face sending him down to the ground with a bloody nose.

Paul looked up at Freddie in shock at the fact that he had actually hit him. Freddie turned his back on him and said.

"You know when you know you've gone rotten? Really rotten. Fruit flies. Dirty, little fruit flies. Coming to feast on what's left. Well there isn't much for you to feast on anymore. So fly off! And do what you like with your photographs and your stories. But promise me one thing. That I never see your face again, ever." With that Freddie walked away with Paul calling out to him telling him he didn't mean it and that he'd make everything better.

The following few days; Paul sold the stories and photographs to the public and soon the whole world knew about Freddie's alternate crazy life style. Freddie watched as Paul was on a television news cast show about all things regarding celebrity gossip and he confessed to everything that Freddie had done.

Freddie went back to London to try and make things right with the band, of course the three of them were reluctant but with the help of Miami it began to slowly work out. With them now officially in the line up for Live Aid that was one thing down, but Freddie had another issue at hand.

He got in contact with Mrs. Boynton who at first didn't want Freddie to talk but he managed to convince her to stay on the line and apologize for everything he had done. As the one sole person who (y/n) had left in this world throughout the system, Mrs. Boynton gave Freddie a piece of her mind while still maintaining her professionalism.

Freddie apologized repeatedly and begged her to tell him where it was the current facility where (y/n) was being kept at was located at. But repeatedly due to the amount of drugs found at the house, Mrs. Boynton didn't believe that Freddie was willing to take on the responsibility of a child, much less one like (y/n) after all that she's been through.

With a heavy heart, Freddie began to accept the fact that he may never see his little girl again. But he had at least hoped that she could at least see one final concert before she would leave his life forever.

So he gave Mrs. Boynton two tickets plus backstage passes to the Live Aid concert that he managed to somehow gain thanks to the help of Miami and Bob Geldof himself. And with that he left Mrs. Boynton's office with sorrow and told the guys that it wouldn't happen.

*My POV*

I was in my room playing my Walkman playing "I'm not in love" by 10cc when I felt a hand at my shoulder and standing over me was Mrs. Boynton. I removed my headphones and said.

"Mrs. Boynton, what are you doing here?" she sighed heavily and said.

"I may live to regret this but," she handed me a small envelope and I took it from her and opened it up to reveal two tickets as well as backstage passes that read.

LIVE AID CONCERT Sat. July 13th, 1985.

Wembley Stadium, 12pm

"Freddie came into my office the other day and gave this to me. It seems like he's turning a new leaf and wants you back." I turned away from her scoffing at the idea.

"If he had he'd never would've let Paul go as far as he did. He should've known that it was Paul's doing that I'm back here."

"I know." She said. I turned to her in shock and said.

"You knew he'd set it up?"

"Had a feeling that's the reason why he called. But I couldn't go against regulations at the time. But now.....I really think you should at least go talk to him." I looked at her in silence before looking down at the tickets.

*July 13th. Day of Live Aid. 3rd Person POV*

Queen were sitting in their trailer waiting for the knock by one of the volunteers to inform them that they were now called to the stage. Deacy was sipping on his cup of tea, Brian was fiddling with his red special tuning it to the right pitch, Freddie sat by the door trying to get his head in place, and Roger was sipping on a glass of whiskey.

They soon heard a knock at the door. Thinking it was one of the volunteers, Jim Hutton who had come along with Freddie went up to the door and opened it to reveal (y/n).

"(Y/n)?" Brian said in shock, almost not believing what he was seeing.

"Hey Uncle Brian. Been a long time." He smiled and couldn't help himself as he got up and hugged his niece for the first time in over a year. She happily hugged him back just as tight as he was hugging her.

"My, my lovey you're so big now." Roger's voice spoke up. She separated from her uncle Brian and as Roger came up to her, he playfully picked her up spinning her around as he kissed all over her face which brought out a joyous laugh from her.

"Oh Uncle Roger I've missed you so much."

"Hopefully not much more than me poppet." She smiled as she walked up to her uncle Deacon and hugged him. He kissed her temple and rocked her back and forth as she laid her head over his heart. She looked up at him and couldn't help but say.

"Did you grow a mushroom on your head or something Uncle Deacy?" John simply chuckled as he shook his head at her and said.

"Oh love I sure have missed that humor of yours." It was then (y/n) finally came face to face with Freddie.

He stood up from his seat and slowly walked out of the trailer, never once letting his eyes leave her as he awkwardly stood before her nervously fiddling with his fingers.

"Hey Freddie." She said softly.

"(Y/n).....my god darling look at you. Almost all grown up."

"Yeah. That's what happens when you ignore someone for almost a year and then allow them to get shipped back to the system." She couldn't help but say still feeling the anger and resentment towards him.

"I—I didn't think you'd come." Freddie admitted softly.

"I almost didn't." she admitted back to him. "But Mrs. Boynton managed to convince me otherwise. Queen will always still be my favorite band no matter what, so if I didn't at least come to wish any of you good luck before the show, I'd regret it forever. Plus it be a shame to waste the ticket and the pass since I knew it was sold out for months."

"I'm really glad you came darling."

"I better get to my spot less it be taken away."

"Why not watch it from the best seat with Jim?" He offered. "Jim darling," Jim walked beside Freddie and he continued, "You remember my—the girl I told you about."

"Yes, it's finally nice to meet you (y/n)." The two shook hands and (y/n) felt a connection with Jim. Unlike Paul who instantly gave her bad vibes, there was nothing but warmth and kindness coming from Jim.

"Why don't the two of you meet up with Mary and David and I will see you all after?" the two of them nodded and (y/n) and Jim walked off but not before (y/n) wished her uncles and Freddie one last good luck.

*My POV*

"So Jim—how do you know Freddie?" I asked.

"We—we're good friends lass. Your father—he found me after getting back on his feet. He really has missed you, and wishes that he was there for you more. He had no idea what Paul had done."

"Well it happened." I said. We spoke not another word on the subject and just talked about random things until we met up with Mary and her boyfriend David.

"(Y/n)." said Mary.

"Hey mum." She hugged me and I noticed the baby bump starting to form. "You're—"

"Yes, I'm pregnant. 2 months along."

"That's....amazing mum." I said.

"But know this darling, just because I'm about to have a child of my own, doesn't mean that I'll love you any less. You will always be my daughter (y/n), my first born. Nothing can ever change that." I smiled and the two of us hugged each other just as the announcers called Queen out onto the stage.

And let me just say watching that entire performance, it was like seeing the boys come back together again. It was like all that's happened this past year never happened. Queen stole the show and had punched a hole in the sky straight into the heavens.

After the show I raced backstage and I just couldn't help myself as the first person I hugged was Freddie. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wept happily into his neck. I didn't care if he was sweating up a storm, I just wanted to hug him. He immediately hugged me back and I said as I separated from him.

"You were amazing. All of you were."

"Thank you my darling." I then hugged and kissed each on of my uncles and told them what a wonderful job they had done.

After the concert, I had gone back to Garden Lodge to visit with Freddie for the night till Mrs. Boynton came to pick me up in the morning. I sipped on a cup of tea and that's when Freddie said.

"(Y/n) darling," I turned to look at him and he continued, "I—I know I've been hideous. I was neglectful.....naive....a real arsehole to you. I was no better than the other foster fathers you've had before, and I shouldn't have let Paul poison my mind the way he did."

"Freddie—"

"Please darling I need to finish this," he came up and knelt down in front of me and proceeded to say, "I feel like I shouldn't even deserve your forgiveness. But I hope these will at least show some sign that I might still have a chance." He then handed me a neatly wrapped present.

I looked at him before I took the present from his hand and unwrapped it. When I opened the box, the first thing that I saw were the legal adoption papers from the foster care. I looked at every page and every spot where it showed for a signature, there was one until I finally looked at the last page to see at the bottom a named signed.

Freddie Mercury.

I looked at him and muttered.

"Fred I—I don't know what to say....."

"All I need is an honest answer." I sighed heavily and said.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see these forms. I've been waiting for so long to see papers like these. Finally hoping that I had found the right family to take me in." He softly smiled at me with hope in his eyes as I continued, "But I can't accept this." His smile vanished. "What happened and what you had done to me really hurt me Freddie. You neglected to see that Paul was manipulating you until he got you away not only from the guys and mum, but from me too. I'm sorry I just....."

"It's fine. I—I understand." He said solemnly as he took the papers back. After a moment of silence I spoke up again.

"At least not yet." He looked at me confused. "I—I still want to be in your life Freddie Mercury. Because you've been the only real father I've ever known. But I don't think I'm ready to legally be your daughter, not until I at least see that you're ready for me. So can we—start over?" His eyes sparked back up and he said.

"Oh my darling I would like nothing else." I smiled at him and he embraced me tightly in his arms rocking me back and forth gently.

For the next year I stayed with Freddie in his house of Garden Lodge and eventually Jim moved in and the two of them grew close with each other. And no matter what anyone said, I supported them because like my mum, Jim was the love of his life.

By 1987, I was finally ready and so we had set up a court date for my to Legally become a Mercury. After going through the trials and signing any documented proof (since by this time I was an adult and no longer in the custody of the foster system anymore), I once again had my father back.

That was one of the happiest days of my life. The day I finally called Freddie Mercury my father. And he remained that way till the end, even after he died and in the decades to come he was still changing my life.

I grew up to become a writer and wrote hundreds of books based on his life and legacy. He was always my inspiration and he always would be till the end of time.

My name is (Y/n) Mercury, daughter of the Legend and God Freddie Fuckin Mercury. And that name will always stick even on my tombstone.

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[soulangel]

Angel’s Christmas pt. 3

Summary: Finally able to visit with her family, everyone learns about what she’s been up to in South Korea. But really Angel is just happy to be with everyone again. But why does J.Seph shy away from the questions Jiwoo and BM are asking him? 

Group: Angel

Genre: Fluff, Family, Adorable Crack, mild angst at the end

Warnings: Some swearing at the end

Word Count: 2k

Main Masterlist     Angel’s Masterlist     Pt. 1     Pt. 2     Christmas Outfit

    At finally making it to the familiar house close to the woods, about 10 cars in the gravelly driveway, and 3 dogs barking like mad at the sound of a car pulling into their home; Róisín and Matt took a moment in the car to gather some of the bags and their travel bags. Gently dropped the bags on the gravel, they then stepped out of the car as Róisín opened the trunk door. “There are a lot more gifts than I remember bringing.” She mumbled, glancing up at Matt who just smirked.

    They quickly bundled up everything onto their backs and arms before starting up the steps towards the porch holding the three dogs barking like mad. “Lilah, Jack-Jack, Jeffie step away from the gate.” Róisín laughed while opening the gate and stepping onto the porch with Matt following close behind.

    “Róisín you’re here!” A small voice shouted happily before two little bundles of yells and screams bounced into her legs.

    She laughed loudly and ruffled the heads of her nephews as they continued to latch onto her, Ashtin asking so many questions of what she’d been doing and whether or not she could stay for a while to play with them. “Please Auntie, we wanna know about your adventure!” He’d whined to her, tugging on the dress edge she was wearing.

    Róisín smiled at the two before motioning for them to step away from her. “I’ll tell you in a little bit you turds. We need to set this stuff down first before our arms falls off.” She chuckled as her and Matt both set down the bags in their arms.

    Then she helped him take out the smaller boxes from their duffel bags to set under the tree as well; most of them hidden from the kids who were insistent on looking at every single thing the redhead placed on the ground. “Whatcha dooooing? Can we help? Oooooo are these presents? Can we open them now?” Ashtin started rambling, picking up a more medium sized box to shake it.

    Matt grabbed the gift from the kid’s hands and laughed a little at the energy Ashtin had now that his aunt was around. “You’re the spitting image of what your aunt has explained to me.” The tower rumbled, gaining the attention of everyone in the house.

    “Róisín, who’s this?” Her aunt Janelle asked tentatively, peeking her head around the corner of the kitchen doorway to see into the living room where half the family was at.

    Matt grinned and waved at the group in front of him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Matt, or BM. I’ve known Róisín since she first moved to South Korea for her music. I’ve been helping her get used to it there.” He replied easily, looking around at the people just staring at him.

    Janelle tilted her head in confusion before a big muscular man walked out from the kitchen to size up the deep voice he heard. “Matt huh? I’ve heard a lot about you Man. Thanks for watching out for my daughter. I really don’t know how I can say thank you properly.” The man said, holding out a hand to Mathew to grab in a friendly handshake.

    Róisín rolled her eyes and smiled a little at the exchange. As much as she hated how overprotective the family was and how paranoid they could be, she could count on her father to see passed the paranoia and greet someone civilly. But that couldn’t really be said for the toddler and young boy who were at the two’s feet staring up at Matt as if he was an alien. “You’re not dating my aunt are you? I don’t want to share another aunt with someone!” Ashtin yelled out, pointing up at Mathew who held his hands up in defense and stared down at the boy wide eyed.

    “No way Little Man. She’s like a sister to me. I would never take her away from you.” He said as he crouched down to be eye level with Ashtin, who was very frustrated with the guy staring at him.

    He leaned in to the boy’s ear to whisper in his ear, something Róisín couldn’t catch since it was so quiet. She gave up on those two as they started laughing and walked into the kitchen, straightening out the dress she wore with a sigh. “Kylee you better be happy about this.” She grumbled to the brunette sitting at the table.

    Kylee grinned and rushed over to hug the redhead tight. “Hello to you too Rose! I knew you’d wear that dress, how could you not? Look at it! It’s so cute!” She gushed, stepping away to look at the younger woman’s attire in full.

    Róisín rolled her eyes and sighed. “You know I don’t like this type of clothing. But yes I’ll admit it’s pretty cute.” She grumbled, sitting down beside Kylee to snack on some black olives Janelle had brought to the table at the same time.

    Nels, her father, had just walked up behind her and plants a large and heavy kiss to the top of her head. “It’s good to see ya Kid. How’s work over in Korea? Are you still having problems with people? You’re not dating yet are you?” He asked her, frowning a little at the bright red flare to her cheeks.

    She waved him off with a groan. “Da! I’m not seeing anyone right now, and no I haven’t had issues since I told everyone off. You should know that, I told you about it the moment it happened.” She whined, hiding her face in her arms on the table.

    Nels nodded his head with a sigh. “I just wish you’d come around more Roe. We miss you so much.” He mumbled softly, placing a hand on her head.

    She opened her mouth to respond to him when an elderly voice yelled out throughout the house. “I disappear to the bathroom for 5 minutes and there’s a tall Asian man in the living room! Where’s my great granddaughter!?” Maeve cried out while waddling herself into the kitchen.

    “Mimi!” Róisín screamed, barreling into the white haired woman as gently as possible to give her a huge hug.

    The two started mumbling to each other in Gaelic as Róisín led Maeve out into the living room, talking about how her life has been in South Korea away from everyone. “Mimi, remember that guy I was dancing with when I first debuted? This is Matty, that guy.” Róisín explained, motioning to Mathew who immediately stood up and bowed to the elder.

    After the introductions were made, Ashtin yanked on Róisín’s dress like he did when he first caught her legs and pointed to the tree. “Can we open presents now?!” He whined.

    Janelle walked out to the living room with a plate of food and grinned. “Yes we can open presents, but how about after we eat?” She suggested, handing the food to Maeve who was sat on the couch.

    Ashtin and his brother Jace both rushed into the kitchen to grab their plates, speaking with Kylee and Nels about what they wanted for food. “I want stuffing!” Ashtin yelled.

    Róisín stuck her head in the doorway and narrowed her eyes at him. “You better not eat all of it mister! I want some too!” She told him, pointing at him.

    Ashtin shook his head and giggled happily. “No! I want to eat it!” He replied, gaining a look of disgust from his aunt.

    She then sat down on the floor next to Matt and leaned against his leg, grinning as the family started to slowly get their food and come back out to talk with everyone. “Your family is awesome.” He mumbled into her ear when Janelle offered him a plate of food.

    Róisín snorted as her aunt walked away and shook her head. “You’re just saying that ‘cause you were given food. You pig.” She replied before he knocked her side with his leg. They gave each other weird faces while the rest of the group either started laughing or tried completely ignoring them.

          xXx

    As the two stopped at the hotel they decided to get for the next week and a half or so, they finally managed to drop their things and flop on the beds. “Ugh, I’m so done with the holidays. I need a drink.” Róisín groaned as her body started flailing on the bed.

    Matt laughed at her from his own bed and stood up to start unpacking his suitcase to see if he had something to drink. “I got something I think...somewhere?” He said, searching through his clothes and unwrapping things to see if it was what he wanted.

    As he was searching for the alcohol, Róisín was scrolling through her phone while on the app Skype, checking to see who she wanted to call up first. It took her quite a while to figure it out though and she decided to set the phone down for a little while to just hang out with Matt. “Should we call JJ and the girls?” She asked him, grabbing a couple glasses and sitting on Matt’s bed as he finally found the bottle he was looking for.

    He snorted and gave her a look while popping open the bottle. “Awwww do you miss your boyfriend already?” He replied, immediately getting hit in the shoulder.

    She grumbled softly and took a hit of the drink that was poured into her cup. “Of course I miss the group. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you guys, I feel bad.” She whined, “and he’s not my boyfriend!”

    Matt shrugged his shoulders and sat on the bed next to her, calling up the trio once they both got comfortable against the headboard. “Oi! Took you long enough to answer!” He said as soon as Taehyung picked up the phone.

    The tired yawn that came from the other end made the two glance at each other with a grimace. “JJ! Morning!” She squealed without thinking, immediately gaining a look from Matt who was trying his hardest not to laugh at her excited squeal.

    She shoved his shoulder with a scowl as they both heard the tired chuckling from Taehyung. “I’m assuming it’s night time for you two then? What did you guys do today? Roe-Roe, did you see your family?” He asked as he shuffled around on his end.

    She grinned despite herself and somehow curled in on herself while resting her shoulder against Matt’s. “It’s about 10pm here. And we went to go see my family yes. Matt finally got to me the insane people I’ve grown up around.” She replied, glancing up at Matt who was just smirking at her with his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

    “Taehyung where the hell did you hide my shampoo this time?!” The familiar shout of Jiwoo called through the phone.

    “Ow hey hey! I’m on the phone! Say hi to Matt and Róisín!” He called out, most likely holding the phone out for the blonde to say hi.

    Jiwoo started squealing as she snatched the phone from Taehyung and ran from him if the yelling was any indication. “Red! I miss you so much why don’t you come visit anymore?! Ugh Are you guys having fun out there? Find any cute guys? Please tell me there are cute guys.” She was yelling and grumbling all at the same time.

    Róisín tilted her head and clamped her lips shut to keep from laughing at the exchange she heard over the phone. “U-UH I’ve been really busy with my comeback, and you’ve had your own comeback to prepare for. And no i have yet to see any cute guys here. I’ve lived in South Korea for the last 4 years, it’s a bit of a blur to me what the guys look like here. Where did you run off to? We wanted to talk to everyone.” She whined at the blonde, hoping she’d be able to talk to the others soon before they passed out on the bed.

    “We’re here Rose don’t worry!” She heard Taehyung call through the phone, smacking Jiwoo who started whining in pain.

    For the next couple hours the 5 friends talked and chatted about what was going on until Róisín started nodding off against Matt’s shoulder. It was only when Taehyung had asked how she was fairing that everyone realized she’d fallen asleep. “Matt, wanna set her in her bed to sleep?” Taehyung suggested, sighing quietly on the other end.

    Matt followed the suggestion and put the redhead in her own bed before he walked back over to his and picked up the phone. “Yeah she’s passed out. You should probably get ready for practice today.” He said quietly so he wouldn’t wake her up from her sleep.

    The three started agreeing with him before Taehyung grabbed his phone back. “We were in the middle of getting ready when you called. Tell her we miss her yeah?” Taehyung mumbled, not mentioning names yet knowing Matt was still trying to flip him shit.

    “You two are so damn obvious just fricking date already!” Jiwoo screamed from her room.

    Matt started chortling like mad, trying super hard not to get too loud while Taehyung was groaning on the other end. “We all know exactly why that won’t work!” He shouted angrily, causing Matt to drop the phone in surprise.

    He looked over at the stirring silhouette of Róisín and gulped softly, hoping they didn’t wake her up. “Shut up you dick. You almost woke her up.” He hissed into the phone after she stopped moving.

    He saw her phone light up at the perfect time with one person’s name showing, hearts around the name. “Hey Girl, just checking to make sure you’re alright. Sweet Dreams Angel!” 

    Matt sighed and shook his head. “Is it because she might like someone else?” He replied easily, hearing the deep intake of breath from his friend and team member. “H-How’d you find out?” He hissed out, making Matt frown. “I just saw their name. But how do you know she won’t date you until you actually ask her out?” 

    “I just can’t. She’s not ready for something like that.” He mumbled out, “we gotta go. Time to practice.”

    Matt tried calling out to Taehyung one last time but the elder of the two finally hung up. “Shit...I didn’t mean to...ugh!” He groaned softly and dropped his head back against the headboard.

    The light shone on her phone again and he couldn’t stop himself from standing up to read the message. On top of the one name with hearts around it was Taehyung’s with a couple hearts as well. “Sweet Dreams Babygirl, call me when you wake up. <3” 

    “Taehyung you liar.” Matt chuckled with a shake of his head.

#kpop #kpop au #kpop angel #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #angel x kard #kard x angel #k.a.r.d imagines #k.a.r.d scenarios #k.a.r.d x angel #k.a.r.d bm #k.a.r.d j.seph #k.a.r.d taeyhyung #k.a.r.d jiwoo #kard bm #kard j.seph #kard taehyung #kard jiwoo #kard imagines #kard scenarios #k.a.r.d fluff #angel fluff #all about angel #skye.works

[redstarwriting]

Two Of Us [Part 2]

Tony Stark x Daughter! Reader

Request: “I loved your story Two Of Us. Could you please, please write more? Please?! I wanna read about her training with the team, her first mission with the team, about how people see her fly by and wonder who that is or how when people see her fly by they smile, remembering Tony and immediately feel that everything will be ok. I just need more!! 😭”

Word Count: 2,129

Genre: Platonic, Angst-ish

Warnings: Swearing, fight scene, Endgame Tony feels

A/N: I just had the absolute worst writer’s block I’ve ever experienced. No matter what request I tried to work on, I just couldn’t. However, the requester of part two of this actually yanked my ass out of the rut I was in and helped me finally get back on track! @katsen13 is an ANGEL and I’m very grateful she helped me out. Now that I feel like I can actually form sentences again, I’m going to try to write as many requests as I can. I’m very sorry if you requested and I haven’t written it yet, but I’m going to try to go off and write EVERYTHING now! Also, if anyone would ever just want to talk or get to know more about me I’m so willing to talk! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! 

[Pt. 1]

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After you showed the Avengers that you would be taking over the persona your dad had for so many years, you started training immediately. When you weren’t at school, you would be training. Lucky for you though, after three days of this train, school, train schedule, the seniors got out earlier than the rest of the student body. That includes you, so now it’s just training, training, training. After a week, it was evident that you were very skilled with the iron suit, but you weren’t Tony level just yet. Because of that, it became apparent to the rest of the team that you wouldn’t rest until you were. “(Y/N/N), isn’t it time for a break?” Rhodey asks as you fire repulsor beams from both of your hands, hitting targets as fast as you could. “Not a chance, Rhode Island.”

“Rhode Island? Come on, that’s not even clever.”

“Sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of me being better than you.”

“Wow, you really are Tony’s daughter.”

“Damn, which one of us is the genius here? I never would have guessed I was Tony Stark’s daughter, good observation, Watson.”

Rhodey narrows his eyes in annoyance but can’t help the smile breaking out across his face. He missed this kind of scarcastic wit. Although the other Avengers can give him sass, no one compared to what Tony could do. Now he had a carbon copy of his late best friend. “Whatever you say, Stark.”

“How long has she been training?” Pepper’s voice rings out, but you’re too focused to hear. Rhodey looks at her and shrugs. “Well it’s one in the afternoon so… around seven hours. She never stops.”

“You don’t have to tell me that,” she says with a sigh, sitting down to observe you. Rhodey sits next to her, turning his attention to you as well. “She really acts like him, y’know?” Rhodey thinks out loud, and Pepper laughs. “Oh, you have no idea. I know you saw her grow up, but there are some parts you still didn’t see. She and Tony are basically the same person.” Rhodey shakes his head, a small laugh leaving his lips. “She started training at six in the morning.”

“Only six? she must have decided to actually sleep last night. That’s a rare occurrence,” Pepper informs him, and he snorts. “Yeah, that is a lot like Tony… doesn’t that worry you, though?”

“Of course it does… but I’ve come to realize she’s very set in her ways. She cares more about what she’s working on than she does her own health. I mean, she already has trouble sleeping, and ever since her dad has been gone it’s gotten even worse. But in this case, she won’t stop until she’s what she deems ready. Once she gets her mind set on something, nothing will stop her until she reaches her goal. A little like someone else we used to know.”

“Yeah, more like exactly like him. Is that one of the suits he made before? I’ve never seen it.” “Oh, no, (Y/N) made it. It even has some little perks that Tony’s suits didn’t even have. You might want to ask her to make you a new War Machine suit, she’d happily do it.”

“She made it? She can already make things like that?”

“Rhodey, she’s her father’s daughter. He got her hooked onto engineering in fifth grade. She made her first iron suit in seventh.”

Pepper smiles to herself, thinking back to the times she would wake up anywhere from midnight to 5 in the morning without Tony next to her. Even though he almost always did this, and she knew exactly where he was, she’d always get up to go find him. It was always just him until you were around ten years old. Then she would see you with Tony, staring at whatever he was doing, him explaining it to you. That was the beginning of your engineering knowledge, and, like she told Rhodey, by the time you were twelve, you were designing your own Iron Man suits. Spending time with Tony was your favorite thing, and you made sure it happened at any chance you could get. Tony loved it and although he never admitted it to you, but he bragged to everyone about how you were the smartest Stark. “She caught onto what I have a PhD in and went to college to study for when she was learning how to long divide. If you still think I’m the smartest after that information, I feel sorry for how delusional you are,” he’d always say. No one really believed him though. No one believed there was any way you could actually get the hang of these things at that age, Rhodey included. That is, until right now.

“She was getting that into this stuff at that age?” Rhodey was in disbelief, finally believing Tony’s claims at you being the smartest Stark. “Mhm. I always knew in the back of my mind that she would fill his shoes one day. I just expected it to happen later on in her life, after he retired from being Iron Man and we decided to finally just sit back and relax. Not now.”

Rhodey just sits in silence, unsure on what to say. He himself was missing Tony, so hearing Pepper say that just made him go silent. Rhodey and Pepper sit and watch as you start to finish up this rep on training before Pepper speaks up again. “I’m proud of her, though. She got his drive to constantly help other people. I’d hear them talking about it when they were working at night sometimes. She’ll do whatever it takes to protect the people she loves… just like him.”

“You two raised her well.”

“Yeah… yeah we did.”

This is the point when you finish, and finally realize your mom is there. “Oh, hi mom! What are you doing here?” you ask, walking over to her. “Making sure you ate.”

“Oh… uh…”

“I think it’s time you take a break and actually eat something, don’t you think?” she says, standing up and you sigh. “Yeah, yeah, I guess. But I’m coming right back here when we’re done.”

“I figured you would. But for now, let’s go get some lunch.” You begin taking off the suit, which happens in about 30 seconds, and grab the water bottle you had with you. “Where we going?”

“I was thinking we could go to your favorite restaurant.”

“Oh, I am so down.” You and your mom make your way through the compound, going to her car. You hop in the passenger’s seat, putting your seatbelt on while she gets in the driver’s seat. “Morgan at school?” you ask, and she nods. “Tomorrow is her last day. Then a week from tomorrow is your graduation. Is your valedictorian speech written yet?”

“It’s been written since the beginning of the year, mom,” you say matter-of-factly. She laughs a bit. “I should have figured it was already written.”

“Yeah, you should have. I mean, it’s gonna be a pretty small class. Over half of us were snapped out of existence. Now I’m awkwardly five years older than so many people I know, it’s so weird. I’m not a fan of this being old feeling. Not a fan at all.”

“You are so dramatic.”

“My dad was my dad of course I’m dramatic, have you talked to him?” you say, a small smile on your face. “You sound just like your father, you know?”

“Oh, I know. I’ve been told I’m Tony Stark but tiny, female, and many years in younger.”

Pepper opens her mouth to confirm that you are indeed tiny Tony Stark, but before she can answer a huge explosion causes her to immediately break and take a sharp turn. The car skidded to a stop, but you and your mom look at each other with wide eyes. “What was that?” you ask and Pepper shakes her head. “I don’t know-“

Another explosion cuts her off, and the glass in the car shatters due to the close proximity. You quickly get out of the car and see the same exact technology your dad faced before, but on a woman this time. Electrical whips were what were causing the explosions, as they were connecting with cars in front of you and overriding the electricity, ending in an explosion. She looked very similar to Ivan Vanko, the man your dad went up against and won against way back when. However, she looked a little younger. You’re pulled out of your thoughts by hearing your mom’s voice.

“(Y/N).” You glance at your mom, who is staring at this new female whiplash with a frightening glare. “Yeah, mom?”

“Kick her ass.”

You smirk, holding out your arm and feeling the familiar feeling of your very own iron suit encasing itself around you. Luckily, her back was to you, not noticing what was happening. “Friday, who is she?” you ask, and Friday answers immediately. “Her name is Tatyana Antonovna Vanko. Her father is Anton Vanko and her brother was-“

“Ivan, killed by my father.”

“Correct, (Y/N). She’s using what seems like an updated version of weapon of what her brother used. More electricity seems to be coursing through the whips.”

“Good to know, let’s stop her.”

“Yes, (Y/N). Let’s.”

You fly over to her, keeping some distance between you two so she doesn’t notice you yet. She’s about to raise her whip again, but freezes when she hears your voice. “Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to hand the electric whip thingies over, and just surrender since that would make this easier for both of us,” you yell at her, and she turns her head towards you with a scowl. “Stark? I thought you were dead.”

“You’re talking to the wrong Stark there, sis.”

“Then I will kill you myself,” she says, raising her whip and aiming it towards you. You quickly fly out of the way, dodging her attack, and fire a repulsor beam at her, but she dodges it. She shoots another whip out, and wraps around your one arm, pulling you to the ground. The volt of electricity makes your suit start to wig out, and you mentally curse. The other whip she has wraps around your other arm, and she laughs. “I’ve got you now!”

You look at the technology in your vision to observe the damage being done to your suit, but it actually looks like she’s charging it up. You smile to yourself, and grab the whip, much to Tatyana’s surprise. “What…?” you hear her mumble, and you just yank her closer to you, catching her off guard. You grab the other whip in the same hand the first whip you got a grip on, and pull her from the one side of your body to the next, causing her to sprawl out on the pavement. She groans, and you locate the power source on her suit. It’s exactly where the power source was on her brother’s suit, so you walk over to her, yanking it out. The electricity immediately disappears, and she’s left writhing in pain. Luckily, the police show up just as you finish, and you turn your head towards them. That’s when you notice the crowd of people who gathered on the road to observe you.

“Iron Man?”

“Is he back?”

“Is that really him?”

You smile at the mumbles throughout the crowd. The excited and hopeful looks on their faces make something warm spread throughout your whole body. “They think you’re him,” you hear your mom’s voice directly next to you and you turn to look at her. You shrug. “They can keep believing it for now. I’ll tell them I’m actually the better version when they’re ready to hear that news.” Pepper laughs, shaking her head and you clap your hands together. “So, this was fun and all, but I’m starving. I feel like it’s only reasonable for me to eat a cheeseburger after all this, so I’ll meet you at the restaurant, yeah? I’ll get your favorite because,” you motion to the destroyed cars in the path to where you two were going. “It seems like it may take a little while to get through that. I’ll just fly it back to the compound? Kay, cool. See ya, mom.” You look at the crowd of people, wave, and then take off. The crowd erupts into cheers after seeing you fly away and talking to Pepper, thoroughly believing Tony is back. Pepper smiles at the crowd and gets back in her car, ready to go back to the compound. She’s ridiculously proud of you in this moment, and she knows Tony would feel the same. Earth’s Best Defender is back.

#iron man x reader #avengers x reader #tony stark x reader #iron man imagine #avengers imagine #tony stark imagine #iron man #avengers #tony stark

[uniqueimagines]

The First Official Move pt.1

Paring: Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: No

Description: After having a crush on one of your best male friends, Sweet Pea for the longest time the relentless flirting between the two of you finally comes to a breaking point. As the flirting becomes more intense the first move is finally made at one of Cheryl’s famous parties.

Warnings: Swearing, minor sexual references and stuff

Word count: 3,417

Series Part Links: Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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You and Sweet Pea have had a thing for each other for a while but neither of you will admit it to yourselves let alone to each other. All your closest friends know and they all are constantly teasing you and complaining about the amount of flirting you two do while never making a move on one another. Tonight was no different.

Arriving at the Wyrm you walk arm in arm with Toni. It was a packed Friday night and you were dressed to impress as always. You were wearing a deep v cropped tank with no bra under your leather serpent jacket and a high waisted fitted faux leather mini skirt with fishnets and your classic black army boots. You put your hair up in a ponytail and curled it letting some lose curled strands frame your face. As you walk in you scan the room for Sweet Pea as always finding him by the pool tables. You and Toni grab drinks for you and the boys before heading over.

Handing Pea a beer you set your drink on the bar table nearest the pool table where Toni is sitting before stealing the pool cue from Fangs hands. “My turn. Pea, baby why don’t you rack up a new game.” You wink at him before chalking the end of your pole. Sweet Pea laughs at Fangs’ annoyed face as he re racks the game for you rolling the cue ball your direction. “As always ladies break.” He returns your wink taking his leather jacket off and tossing it to Fangs waiting for you to break. You lean over the table sure to give him a nice look at your cleavage as you break.

The game continues and Pea wins as always. When he sinks the final shot you decide it’s time to dance. Walking to the table Toni has been watching from you down the rest of your drink and take her hand in yours pulling her to the dance floor as Sweet Pea’s eyes never leave you. Grinding against each other you and Toni swing your hips to the music. After a few minutes Toni leans in whispering, “He’s coming over. Please just make a move already.” With that she walks away just as Sweet Pea steps behind you pulling your hips close so your ass is pressed against his crotch swaying to the music.

Turning around you slide your hands up Pea’s sides and lace your fingers around his neck. You stand on your toes lips brushing against the rim of his ear, your hot breath hitting his skin as you whisper, “Are you going to Cheryl’s party tomorrow?” You feel his jaw tense against your cheek and his grip tightens on your hips. “Are you asking me to go with you?” He smirks as he feels your cheeks get hot as you blush. “I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll pick you up at 8.” He leans down placing a single open mouth kiss just behind your ear before letting your hips go and walking toward the back door of the bar. You feel flutters in the pit of your stomach while walking back to the pool tables where Toni and Fangs are playing.

“You aren’t ruining my game again!” Fangs says blocking you from the pool table but all you can do is sit in the chair and cross your legs trying to ignore the wetness that had grown in your panties during your encounter with Sweet Pea. Fangs gives Toni a curious look as you bite your lip spaced out staring into the distance. “Y/N… Y/N?... Y/N/N?” Toni calls finally catching your attention once she uses your nickname. She’s giving you a very concerned look as she asks, “You okay darling?” You nod and quietly say, “Yeah just.. after this game can you give me a ride home please.” You give her a reassuring smile to let her know that you truly are okay and nothing is wrong.

Toni had drove her car since the two of you had worn skirts that are fairly hard to ride your bikes with. The ride is nearly silent with just some quiet music to fill the void. It’s a short drive and before you know it she has pulled up in front of her trailer. “Do you want me to walk you to your trailer or will you be okay? Did something happen with Pea?” Toni looks at you still a bit concerned. “Yeah but will you come over tomorrow around 5 to help me get ready for the party?” You smile now relaxed and just tired at this point. It’s nearly one in the morning and Toni can see how tired you are. “Yeah I’ll be there. Did you still wanna come to lunch with all of us?” She asks giving you a small smile. “Yeah I’ll meet y’all at pops at noon. Sleep well.” And with a small nod from her you get out walking to your trailer.

Your dad was a serpent as well and was rarely home so it was no surprise the trailer was empty when you walked inside. You strip and take a quick shower before throwing on a pair of panties and a baggy t-shirt to sleep in. Once in bed you fall asleep quite fast. Having not gotten into bed till just past 1:30 am you don’t wake up until you hear a knock on your door at 11am. You groan getting up and yelling “Who is it?!” Toni yells back just as aggressively that it is her. You get up pulling on a pair of shorts and unlocking the door for her before collapsing onto the couch.

“I’m sure Sweet Pea will be very impressed with that outfit you have there,” she smirks closing the door behind her admiring your bed head and pajamas. “Hey your lucky I didn’t open the door in my underwear. Or opened it at all.” Toni can tell by your sour attitude you have a headache and immediately grabs a water bottle and a bottle of Advil from your kitchen throwing it at you. “Jeans, t-shirt, boots and leather?” She asks knowing it’s your go to cute but easy and bike rideable outfit. “Please…” You say between drinks of water curling up on the couch and covering your head with a pillow. She grabs your favorite pair of ripped skinny jeans black v-neck band t-shirt and a matching black lace bra and panties along with a pair of socks.

“Clothes are all in the bathroom. Only 45 minutes till we are supposed to meet the boys please get dressed and do your hair and makeup.” She smiles plopping on the couch as you get up to get ready. You get dressed and do your normal minimalistic makeup along with your normal curled ponytail. It only takes you about 25 minutes and as you begin to walk out she hands you your boots. With you finally ready the both of you move outside hopping on your bikes and riding to Pop’s to meet the boys.

When pulling up you see Pea and Fangs’ bikes out front as they have beat you there. Stepping off your bikes you walk in behind Toni who of course takes the seat beside Fangs forcing you to sit beside Sweet Pea. You slide into the booth and Pea puts his arm across the booth behind you resting his hand on your far shoulder. You gently pull away to take off your jacket in hopes he won’t put his hand back on your shoulder your stomach already full of butterflies. Pea removes his arm only to grab the fries the waiter is now delivering. “Wasn’t sure what y’all wanted but I knew fries would nice to share.” He smirks and holds a fry in front of your lips not sensing your nerves. Toni shoots you her classic go for it look making you shake your nerves and you open your mouth taking the fry being sure to let your lips lightly graze Pea’s finger.

You notice Sweet Pea’s jaw clench a bit causing you to smirk. “Hey Pop can we get a round of chocolate shakes over here please,” you call and he nods happily. When they arrive you pluck the cherry off the top of your shake slowly wrapping your lips around it pulling it off the stem paying no mind to Sweet Pea who’s staring. As you eat the cherry Toni asks, “Hey, Y/N/N can’t you tie the stem in a knot just using your tongue?” Smirking at you and causing Fangs to raise his eyebrows curiously. “Sure can. Just watch.” You pop the stem into your mouth licking your lips quickly before swirling your tongue around tying the knot in less than a minute before pulling it from your lips and showing it off.

The four of you make small talk while eating fries and drinking your shakes. Sweet Pea’s hand migrated to your knee. His hand slowly slides to your mid thigh and gives it a light squeeze when you scoop some whipped cream up with your finger and lick it off slowly teasing him just a bit more. Every once in a while he squeezes your thigh or intentionally brushes his fingers on the skin between the rips of your jeans when you eat a fry too seductively or sip your shake in a way that teases him. Every time he does this it makes you a bit more wet and at this point his hand is a bit high and you need to escape quickly texting Toni asking for help bailing out. After looking at her phone she says, “Thanks for the food guys. I gotta steal Y/N. Gotta pick our outfits out for tonight.” She winks at Pea as he releases your thigh all of you saying goodbye before you and Toni exit the diner.

“Don’t wanna talk about it!” You say with a heavy sigh the second you two have stepped outside and Toni just rolls her eyes and says, “Fine we won’t talk about it but if you can’t deny you like him anymore.” The look on your face before putting on your helmet is answer enough for her and you both ride to your trailer. Still having a while before needing to actually get ready the two of you lay lazily on your bed watching tv and playing on your phones.

Around 5:30 Toni finally speaks up, “Hey babe I have a surprise for you.” You look up confused and Toni pulls a fancy white box that is tied closed with a black ribbon. The box is no bigger than a large shoe box and you have no idea what could possibly be inside. “What have you done?” You ask worried. “Just open the damn box.” She says throwing a pillow at you smirking. “Fineeeeee.” You groan quickly untying the ribbon and opening the box. “You didn’t.” You say but can’t help a small smile from forming as you pull out a black long sleeve bodycon dress. The dress has a very deep v-cut as well as a triangle cut out just below your ribs and on each of your sides. “Hey you wanted help getting ready… I figured maybe this dress may work for tonight.” You lean over giving your friend a tight hug before standing to try it on.

“Well. It fits but there’s a small issue.” You state walking in wearing the dress. It was extremely form fitted and it hugged your curves just right showing off your breasts ass and only coming down to your mid thigh. Toni’s jaw drops and it takes her a moment to be able to form any words but once she does all she can say is “I see no problems here.” “First off please unzip me so I can do make makeup without ruining it,” You state walking over and turning your back so that she can lower the zipper on the back for you. She does as asked as you continue, “ secondly the issue is I can’t wear any underwear or bra with this dress…” you say quietly voice trailing off half hoping she can’t hear you. As she unzips the dress she can see you aren’t currently wearing a bra as it unzips to your lower back. “Girl that isn’t an issue. That’s convince for the fun the night will bring,” Toni can’t help but laugh finding your nervousness amusing.

As the clock on your bedside table click to show 7:30 pm you walk into the room where your best girlfriend sat already ready herself. Hearing your combat style heels click across the floor of the hall you stand in the doorway. Toni convinced you not only to wear the dress but also heals and to leave your hair down in loose curls. You decided to keep your minimalistic eyeliner and mascara but adding a vibrant red lip to add a pop of color to your look. “I think you will be the hottest girl at the party.” Toni says genuinely and smiles making you relax a little. You lay on your bed Toni waiting with you until you two hear Sweet Pea’s truck pull up outside. “Knock him dead girl!” She winks, “I’ll lock the door on my way out and if anything happens I better be the first to hear about it!” She calls as you exit the room ignoring her trying to calm yourself down. You grab a small emergency bag you packed along with your leather jacket throwing them both over your shoulder as you walk out.

Sweet Pea turns to you as he hears the trailer door close and his jaw drops. He is wearing a fitted black t-shirt under his black and grey flannel and jeans. His hair was freshly slicked back and you bit your lip looking over him nervous that he is so silent. “Do I have some shit on my face or what?” You ask sarcastically trying to fight off the nerves and butterflies in your stomach. He shakes his head and laughs, “No you just look… you look fucking great.” He is genuinely almost at a loss for words which makes you smile. “Let’s go these heels aren’t very comfortable let alone walking on gravel.” You groan walking to the passenger side of his truck and he opens the door for you holding out his hand to help you in.

As you two pull up to the Blossom Mansion you both exit the car and you connect your arm with Pea’s as the two of you walk inside. Both of you have left your leather in the truck along with your backpack and it’s for the better. As you walk inside the house is already packed with the youth of Riverdale and you can feel the warmth of the collective bodies. Sweet Pea leads the way switching to hold your hand as he leads you to the kitchen you following close behind. When you get to the kitchen it is a bit less packed allowing you to release his hand. Fangs notices Sweet Pea and immediately greets him and hands him a beer. As he to grab himself a beer you step out from behind Sweet Pea, his large figure had easily hidden your petite self behind him.

“Hey, Fangs can I get one?” You have a small smile on your face which only grows when Fangs turns his attention to you and nearly drops his drink. “Hey Pea I thought you were bringing Y/N/N not some smoking hot babe!” He jokes and laughs. Sweet Pea cocks an eyebrow but before he has a chance to reply you punch Fangs hard in the arm. “Fuck off you ass hole!” You shout at him. Sweet Pea leans forward grabbing your hand and pulling you to him putting his arm over your shoulder as he laughs at Fangs who rubs his shoulder and pouts. “If that response isn’t not proof that it’s Y/N then I don’t know what is.” Pea laughs happily seeing your relaxed and acting like your normal snarky self.

After chatting with Fangs and some others for a bit and downing a couple beers Pea hasn’t let you out of his grip. You stand on your toes as even heels aren’t enough to be eye level with the tall boy. Leaning into him you whisper in his ear, “Please come dance with me.” Nodding and moving his hand from your shoulder to hold your own he lets you lead him to the dance floor not bothering to say goodbye to Fangs as he was chatting with some other serpents.

As you make it to the large room that has been converted into a dance floor you simply pull Sweet Pea closer placing his hand on your hip and keeping your back to him. He presses himself against you. He’s much less aggressive than he was the previous night at the bar. He gently rest his hands on your hips holding you with your back pressed to his chest gently swaying your hips in sync with him and the music.

Only allowing you to dance for a few minutes the two of you are then dragged by Cheryl’s death grip on your wrists to a room with two large couches half full and a bottle placed on the floor between them. It was clear that she was setting up for the room to play 7 minutes in heaven. Before being given a choice to play or not she shoves the two of you onto the couch and you practically fall into Sweet Pea’s lap. He puts his hand on your lower back as you cross your ankles and press your knees together. He can tell your a bit uncomfortable already and gently rubs circles over your lower back. This helps you relax a little bit along with Toni giving you a reassuring look from the opposite couch.

The torture luckily starts on the other couch giving you a bit of time to relax before it’s your turn to spin. When it finally reaches your turn you give the bottle a quick spin and as it begins to slow down Pea catches it with the tip of his boot before it can land on Fangs who’s sitting on the other side of him. If it weren’t for the fact Cheryl was happy with you having to go into the closet with Sweet Pea she likely would have protested but instead just pushes you both inside and locks the door staring a timer. The closet is fairly dark but enough light comes under the door from the other room that you can see there is about a foot of room on any side of you as well as six inches between you and Pea.

You can see Sweet Pea’s silhouette is looking down upon you and he pulls you by your hips to stand closer. Your hips pressed to his body you look up at the shadow of the boy and you can’t help but get butterflies again. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want.” You whisper just loud enough for him to hear. Instead of replying Pea leans down pressing his lips firmly to yours. You react quickly moving your hands to grip the collar of his flannel and pull him in closer and deepen the kiss. You part your lips and Sweet Pea takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You explore his mouth a bit to as one hand slides to the nape of his neck not bothering to fight for dominance over the kiss.

You pull away after a moment breathing heavily and tilt your head back as Pea kisses down your jaw and to your neck using one hand to gently brush your hair out of the way and hold the back of your neck. His other hand slides to your lower back just above your ass. You breathe heavily in his ear and Sweet Pea whispers, “Tell me if you want me to stop at any point…. But I hope you don’t want me to stop.” He kisses the shell of your ear and down your neck to your collarbone taking a short pause to give you time to ask him to stop if you need. You merely whisper, “Pea don’t stop.”

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