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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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I had a dream just now that might make a good story. So, I had a virus on my laptop which allowed a hacker to see everything I did on my computer and use my webcam. The hacker ends up falling in love with me after stalking me for a few months and pays for someone on the dark web to kidnap me. It works, and then I wake up tied up in the hacker's arm as he caresses and kisses me. That's pretty much it, good night! 🌙

Yo this is my kink 😳

Also I couldn't not write this for Saeran, ok.

Title: Stranger danger

Tw: nsfw - ish, female reader, masturbation, cyber stalking, hacking, mentions of dark web, very irresponsible online behavior, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping

You knew that this was a stupid idea. Lurking on the dark web with almost no protection other than the Tor browser and some free anti-virus program wasn't your best decision, but fuck it if it wasn't entertaining. You had always been drawn to the darker, scarier part of the human mind and this side of the internet proved quite interesting. Your friends always warned you about the dangers that came with looking up shady online searches and sites but everything had been quite peaceful so far. There weren't hackers or murderers on the dark web, the worst you had seen were people selling drugs and weapons for unreasonable prices, along with some questionable fetish porn and the typical popping ads.

Your favorite thing to do while online was chatting. Two weeks ago you had stumbled upon an unusual forum called "Scream buddies" where upon entering you were automatically connected to another random profile. The whole theme of the forum was discussing horror and mondo movies, shockumentaries and overall creepy stuff, your forte. The person you met on there shared a similar fascination with all things dark and gory which soon made talking to them the only thing you were looking forward upon opening the site.

You didn't know much about the guy behind the profile yet, except that he was a young man. His icon showed an eye so green it emited with the neon pigment and his username was just as mysterious - BlueRose7. You enjoyed chatting with him about your hobby but the thing you liked the most was undressing him little by little, metaphorically so, by getting pieces of information about his life. It started small - his favorite food, favorite book, favorite game, but the moment you tried digging deeper and asked whether he had siblings or not, the man simply disappeared for the next few days. You quickly realized just what type of topics you needed to avoid to keep your new friend from leaving. Family, childhood memories and work matters were out of the picture.

The stranger wasn't fair, not really. He didn't show you vulnerability and kept his secrecy while demanding to know everything there was to know about you. For the longest time you didn't want to answer just to stay on a equal footing, just to show him how frustrating it was, but there was something about the man that drew you in. He was magnetic, clever and witty, if a bit pessimistic and dark at times. You couldn't help telling him everything he wanted to hear - what your job was, whether you were single or not, all that jazz. In your defense, BlueRose7 actually listened to your stories, took your problems seriously and provided solutions, which despite being too extreme and overprotective at times (upon hearing that your bestfriend talked behind your back he offered to "take care" of her), were comforting. It was nice to have someone caring around even if you met him on a sketchy website.

Meanwhile your personal life wasn't going too great. You had to balance between attending college, working long shifts as a waitress and meeting your friends from time to time which was draining. On top of all there was a weird virus on your computer which resulted in the camera turning on and off and the most random times of the day - while you were studying, watching TV, or in some cases, fully naked and ready to take a bath. You didn't think much of it though, with all the illegal movies and games you downloaded along with the dark web lurking it was more than expected for your laptop to behave weirdly. You didn't even mention it to your friend from the IT major because you knew that he'd force you to delete Tor and put an end to your internet adventures.

One time you were particularly bored after several long lectures and you were laying in bed, the camera turned on once again. It was a hot afternoon and you were wearing boyshorts and a loose T- shirt with nothing underneath it, you were home alone so there was no need. The bright red spot was twinking like a recorder, the light reflecting in your eyes, when a silly little idea came to your mind. You slid your hand under your blouse and lifted the fabric up, exposing your breasts to the laptop, your nipples hardening due to the sudden coldness, becoming pink and stiff in seconds. You played with for a few minutes, pinching and pulling the buds gently, moaning softly into the pleasant sensation. Soon you could feel yourself getting wet, and slowly, teasingly, removed your shorts and panties. You smiled at the camera, biting your lip provocatively, imagining you were a camgirl performing for her desperate little fanboys and fangirls. The thought alone was enough to make you spread your legs wide and slip two fingers into your throbbing cunt, using the wetness to push deeper. You used your other hand to stroke your clit and whimpered wantonly, your face red, your neck sweaty and your heart pumping fast from the adrenaline. You were quickly reaching your orgasm and your mind wondered to the boy you were talking to in the forum. You wondered how he looked like, how his body was built, whether he was a sweet sensual lover or a rough mean one. Fucked up as it was, you pictured the man as one of your most loyal viewers, watching all of your streams with a fist around his thick vock and an excited grin on his face. He would comment things like "you look so beautiful like this" or perhaps even "pretty little slut" after tipping you enough to last you a week. Soon all the mental stimulation sent you over the edge and you came with a loud cry full of pleasure. Well, this felt good.

After your "performance" was over the camera was magically turned off, which may have caused some concerns if you weren't too busy feeling embarrassed and dirty about the unhinged fantasy you had just had, and with a person you knew nothing about. You managed to calm down though - it wasn't nothing more than a fun pastime, a naughty thought that would never become the reality. You would never actually meet BlueRose7, right? There was nothing to worry about, so you just went on with your day.

You had some dinner afterwards and decided to have an early night as you already felt full and tired. You put on your favoruite pajamas and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling until you fell into deep dreamless sleep.

You woke up due to a weird noise. You could hear someone's heavy breathing right next to your ear, someone's grabby hands were wrapped tightly against your body, trapping you between the wall and their hard chest. You had only a few seconds to scream before the intruder's palm covered your mouth.

"Shhh." The man whispered softly and stroked your hair like you were a doll he was playing with. "Don't scream or I'll be forced to hurt you, flower. I have a gun." His voice sounded deep and rough but this didn't stop you from thrashing and turning on your side until you came face to face with the man. It was dark in the room and you couldn't exactly see all his features but his enchanting green eyes would forever be burned into your memory - they seemed dashing, hypnotizing. You couldn't utter a word.

"It's me, the person you've been talking to all these months. I came to take you home" He spoke out suddenly, the line of his mouth twisting into a smile or a smirk, you couldn't quite tell. You shook your head no, tears threatening to spill all over your cheeks from the fear. It couldn't be him, the man would never do that to you. Or would he? With what little information you knew, you couldn't really tell. His hold finally loosen, seeing you quiet like that.

"Let me go, please." You begged, pushing at his shoulders weakly since you were still sleepy, groggy and tired. "I don't know you." You said, hoping this would remind the stranger you weren't friends, lovers or anything that gave him the right to be so close to you, to touch you so intimately. Unfortunately, this only seemed to amuse him and he chucked darkly as he pulled your hair away to place a small chaste kiss on your neck.

"But I know you, flower." Your supposed online friend replied shortly after, his eyes full of malice. "And your little show today makes me think you want to know me too." He added in a low tone, licking his lips before smashing them on yours, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth just to hear your whines and protests. Then it hit you. The camera, the virus, the questions. He had watched you, he knew where you worked, where you lived and studied, everything. You had told him after all.

The hacker thought you looked so adorable right now, figuring things out, helpless, confused, regretful and most of all, weak. You were so weak and careless, and he loved you for it. It reminded him of himself before life screwed him over.

You wouldn't be in this position, underneath him, if you had just told someone about your laptop virus and the bad guy you had encountered online. But Saeran couldn't say he wasn't glad your self-preservation instincts were so very broken and dysfunctional. He wouldn't meet you otherwise. "I need you, princess. That's why I'll take you to Paradise." These were the final words you heard before you felt lightheaded and sleepy again, your last memory a pair of green mint eyes.

You really shouldn't have trusted strangers on the internet.

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kirishoshego · 3 years

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Favorite Crime//Kirishima

!!MINORS DNI!! 18+ only

(at this point big shout out to you for coming up with these ideas!) this time under the title "Hey, watch it creep" My second piece for another collab created by@ultimate-astridwriting

Pairing: Yandere!ProHero!Kiri x fem!reader Words:7.6k

Summary: Meeting your fav Pro Hero at a convention was meant to be a one time thing, but coincidentally you somehow lost your most important belongings. And what a coincidence that out of everyone Red Riot himself found it.

TW: yandere, possessiveness, mild manipulation, dc (stalking, mention of death and murder, but not explicitly described, him keeping you locked up only mentioned at the very end, thoughts about it coming sooner), break in, long sex scene on the kitchen table, cunnilingus, fingering, choking, biting, leaving bite marks, Daddy Kink, softdom!Kiri, praise, size kink slightly, unprotected sex

Deafening screams surrounded you as you were waiting for the big double doors to open. Luck, that's what you called it when you got one of the last VIP-Tickets, considering they were sold out in seconds. It was still hard to believe that you were going to meet Red Riot himself, again. You knew him from before his fame, he had saved you once from a small accident you were involved in and ever since then he was your number one hero. By now he had saved hundreds of lives, there was no way he would remember you. And even without a personal backstory he would be your #1.

The black doors opened, revealing two buff looking security guards on each side. They kept a straight face while checking each ticket and searching through the belongings before people who were shining brighter than the sun entered the huge hall. Your excitement was soon replaced with fear, the anxious feeling of something going wrong bubbling up deep inside of the pit of your stomach. There was no chance things shouldn't go well, you tried to calm yourself down. The ticket was bought fair and square, not from a sketchy third partner, you had no weapons in your pockets or purse. But what if the code won't scan? If they think you faked it, call the cops on you, you will be banned from ever coming here again, no chance of ever meeting Kirishima again.

"Madam? Please continue walking, you're holding up the line," the security guard told you as she handed you the VIP bracelet. Every thing was just fine just said to yourself as you stepped into the event that's about to change your life. You were astonished at how colorful the hall was. Food stands were scattered around filling the big room with a comforting smell of everything sweet and savory. People were dressing up as characters from movies, animes and mangas or comics. Merchandise was showcased and sold. Special merch worth more than your rent for the next five month and others so expensive you would probably have to sell your soul for.

Fate, that's what he called it when his eyes landed on you from the raised platform through the tinted windows. While you were admiring some art, he was admiring another piece of art: you. The scene of him saving you played in his head as if it was yesterday, how you clung to him, looking up into his red eyes as if he was some sort of god. Never would he forget your smell, sweet and intoxicating. Kiri still carried the bracelet you gave him as a thank you, apologizing because it was nothing special, even after he told you it was his job, you don't need to give him anything. Now it was his lucky charm, taking it with him wherever he went. Warmness spread through his body when he spotted you buying a T-Shirt of his. You thought about him too.

Kirishima had spent two years searching for you, changing his work-out routine just so he could pass by the crash scene in hope to bump into you again. But how was he supposed to find you if he didn't even knew your name. Luck just didn't seem to be on his side. Until now. You were here, he finally had a second chance to get you and he wasn't going to pass it up. No matter who you were here with or for, he is going to be the only one on you will leave with.

"Red Riot, you with us?" one of the PR people pulled him away from you, back to the conversation they were having. "What? Sorry, of course," he said, looking down again only to find you missing again, silently cursing the man behind him. "You seem a bit lost, everything alright Eiji?" Mina asked him as she stepped beside him, putting her hand on his muscular arm. "Yeah, sorry, just a bit nervous. That's all. Thank you for asking," she offered him a bite of the donut she was currently eating to calm him down a bit, which he gladly accepted, feeling a bit more at ease now. He will find you this time, no doubt in his mind.

Three minutes. That's how long it took Kirishima to find you among everyone else. At first he over looked you, which really wasn't his fault. Someone dressed up as Elias Ainsworth was simply covering your smaller frame, but the moment his searching eyes fell on you his heart skipped a beat. You were here. For him. To see him, to be with him. Only five more people he thought, he could do that.

But now that he had seen you time appeared to be moving argonising slow. Minutes felt like hours and as much as he tried he could barely listen to whatever his fans told him, all his attention, all his thoughts where on you. His smile didn't falter once and he was kind to all, but he couldn't help and rush the small meetings.

"Hey love," his voice was deep, raspy and set of butterflies in your stomach, the warmness of his smile spreading through your body. "Hey Red Riot," your voice was small, quiet, everything it wasn't supposed to be. "Please call me Eijiro," first name basis. Even Kirishima would have been an honour, but he wanted you to call him by his name, had to hear you say it, make him feel like he's finally home. "I'm Y/N," you introduced yourself, your voice feeling a bit more secure. "Y/N, what a beautiful name," the effect his compliment had on you made him smile even more, it appeared to be easy to fluster you. "Thank you, Eijiro," he wanted you to say it over and over and over again, with love and adoration, moan it out while he pleased you better than any other human could even dream about.

"Are you here with someone?" an uneasy feeling made its presence felt. What if you were in love with someone else? „No. I'm here alone, my friend who wanted to tag along fell sick," you explained to him, noticing the tension that had build up in his body now leaving. "How long are you going to stay?" Kirishima asked, feeling less stressed once you revealed you plan on staying till early evening, considering there will be a small conference with the heroes. You didn't want to miss the opportunity of seeing everyone else here.

There was so much he wanted to tell you, ask you, get to know you, keep you with him, he couldn't handle loosing you again. But the photographer cleared his throat, pointing to his clock. He knew there was no way around meeting everyone else, so the faster this was over, the sooner he could be with you.

"I'll see you later," it wasn't a question, it was a statement, a promise. Nobody noticed his hand slipping into your bag when he hugged you goodbye. Nobody noticed how your keys and wallet disappeared into the big inner pockets of his jacket. He didn't do anything wrong, he wouldn't do anything with it, he would simple borrow it for a while, there was nothing wrong with that, right? "I hope so," you told him, sad that you had to part ways.

"Next," called the photographer, after handing you the printed out picture, the frame for it already awaiting you at home.

The interaction between the two of you still didn't answer you wether or not he remembered you. You never stood a chance with him anyway, he is a famous pro hero after all, he already said there was currently no time for someone serious in his life. That was until you sat in between the rather small crowd hanging on every word the heroes said while sitting on the stage. He revealed he had his eyes on someone. Your heart shouldn't hurt as much as it did, but you couldn't deny the feeling of your heart contracting.

The same way his did when he noticed you were gone. He had seen you in the crowd, waved at you when he went on stage, there was merely a tiny time frame of maybe ten seconds where his eyes weren't on you. Kirishima had to calm himself down, his erection growing harder by the minute, watching you wrap your lips around the wooden straw and thinking about how they would feel wrapped around him instead. He felt like fourteen again, mentally slapping himself for being turned on by something as simple as that, which definitely was a first for him. Those few seconds allowed you to slip away. Or at least you tried, considering you had no where to go without your car or money.

All he had to do to find you was walk onto the parking lot. Your cussing could be heard even from afar, telling yourself how stupid you were for not being more careful. "Everything okay?" his sudden appearance startled you and he almost felt bad when he noticed how defeated you look. "Oh, Eijiro. Yeah everything is okay, I'm fine," you brushed off, but the look of a lost puppy written across your face told him otherwise. "I'm not stupid you know?" he raised his eyebrows, leading you to a bench surrounded by small flowers, shielded by a big tree.

"Someone stole my stuff, I don't know how to get home. Also my phone died and my portable charger is in the car, so…“ you told him. A sigh left your lips as you looked at him through your lashes. "Y/N, that's really not a problem. I can drive you home, I'll talk to the organizer and security, maybe someone already found it and gave it to them or they will find it when they clean. It's not the end of the world, okay?," he laid his arm around you and pulled you into him, the heat radiating off of him calming you down. "Ki- Eijiro, that's really kind of you, but I can't-" you missed the flash of anger across his face. He won't let you turn him down. "I won't accept a no,“ before you could say anything he pulled out something from his pocket with a cheesy smile, hoping to lift up your mood.

"I still have your bracelet," he remembered. "You didn't forget about me," disbelieve was waved in your voice as you starred at the small object in his hand. "Never," red eyes took in every little detail about you, from tiny scars to anything that ornamented your face. "Come on, let's get you inside, it's getting a bit cold. I will talk to the staff and you can grab something to eat from our buffet," offered the tall man. He just wanted you to be happy, wanted you to feel save with him, wanted you to trust him. "Thank you," and you did, how could you not when he was basically a sunshine walking on two legs.

Whatever you offered, he declined it, telling you he had to go this way anyway. Which was the half truth, considering he should have turned right about twenty minutes ago instead of left. He just didn't want you to feel bad. Kirishima had asked you all sorts of thing, some more personal than others. Suspicious was the last thing he wanted you to be right now. It’s not like he didn’t care about your favorite color or band, but right now all he wanted to know was wether or not you’re seeing someone. You didn’t.

As you went to step out of his car Eijiro stopped you, asking for your number so he could text you if they find anything. You were more than happy to comply, smiling when he wished you a good night, texting you once he got home:

Meeting you again was awesome, I’m glad I have you back in my life :)

A week had almost passed and you found yourself texting the Pro Hero more and more. They found your belongings the next day, so Kiri offered to drop them by within the next few days. He had to find a reason to text you longer, had to build a relationship with you.

The red haired man send you a bouquet of flowers and a cute stuffed animal that reminded him of you after you told him your ex was found murdered. His body crushed like a grape. You had told you weren't really sad, he wasn't kind to you in the past, but it still didn't leave you unbothered. Probably got mixed up in a gang fight, his addiction wasn’t unknown and the case was quickly closed by the police.

Something he didn't want to find out while texting was that you were going on a date tonight. Everything between the two of you was going so great and now another man ruined it. You could have said no, but it wasn't your fault, you simply didn’t know any better. It was your dates fault for thinking he could try to take you away from him. Another reason why he had to keep you save from the outside.

He stood me up you texted him, feeling annoyed by the fact your date wasn't even mature enough to let you know it won't work.

I'm sorry. He didn't text you or anything? Of course he didn't, Kirishima thought to himself, watching the burning car. What a pity that his brakes didn't work. You should always check before you go somewhere.

No, nothing. He didn't even reply to my last message

Wait for me love, I'll be there shortly x

It was easy for him to get you to share your location with him. All he wanted was to look out for you, make sure you're safe when he isn't near you. The world is so cruel and you're his friend, that's all he had to say to you. Kirishima loved how naive you were just for him.

Usually you paid attention, don't give away too much, don’t give up the control you had with your surroundings. But it's different with him. He wasn't sure if you even noticed how much you trusted him, how easy it was for you to put your life in the hands of Red Riot. Misusing that trust would never pop into his head, he loved you for so long now, but he was scared he will lose you again. He might just has to keep you to him entirely. Would you let him? Or did he had to take you?

When he arrived at the luxurious restaurant his breath hitched in his throat as his red eyes landed on your gorgeous figure, clad in the most beautiful piece of clothing he had ever seen.

"Hey love," he greeted you, feeling your arms wrap around his torso, the smell of your perfume hitting his nostrils. "Hey Eijiro, you didn't need to come here. I could have just gone home and eat some take out," you explained, his hug around you tightening. It made you feel warm, not knowing his grip turned harder out of anger. Why would you always tell him about the things you could do without him. Every time he offered to be with you you would say no, tell him you didn't want to bother him. Did you not realize how in love he was? Or did you and you simply didn't feel the same? The thought of you turning him down made him even angrier, to a point of you squeaking out that you couldn't really breath. He apologized with a laugh, complimenting you. You didn't even got to say no after he told you to go inside again to have the date with him instead, as the tall man already pushed you through the door.

All he had to do was drop his name, a table ready within five minutes and an appetizer already awaiting you. As much as you would love to call this a date, you had to remind yourself that he was seeing someone. Never would you try and get between them, possibly destroying their happiness. His happiness. The sorrowful reminder of the two of you just being friend still stung. Even though you thought you had convinced yourself you only liked him as nothing more than that.

"They gave me your things by the way, they’re in my car. I would like to drive you home, is that okay?" he liked to give you the illusion of having a choice. "Are you sure? I can take the bus," you offered, knowing how far away his cottage was. "Nonsense, come on," he held the door open for you yet again, his eyes wandering to your beautiful ass that he would love to feel in his big hands, groping it and leaving his print in red on its flesh.

The car ride was filled with music and small talk, telling him about your day and your plans for the rest of the week and visa versa. When his fingers, draped over the shift gear, slightly brushed your thigh you shifted in your seat, turning your legs away from him. Kirishima's hand turned red, white spots appearing, caused by the tight grip on his shift. It almost cracked the leather and metal.

"So how are you and your... partner?" way to go, you thought to yourself. You knew a whole lot about him by now, but you have never talked about his sexuality. As far as you knew he could be gay. And because he never talked about the person he is seeing you couldn't just assume anything about them.

Why were you suddenly asking about Bakugou? Was he wrong about you? Where you like his last lovers? It didn't matter to him that they used him to get close to his best friend because he used them as well. But you? It felt like part of him died.

"Bakugou is just fine," his jaw was clenched and as much as he tried to keep his happy face on for you, the thought of you touching yourself to the thought of his best friend and not him? Craving Bakugou, wishing for his lips to be on yours, his arms wrapped around you, not Kirishima's. "Oh..." his eyes flickered to your face for a few seconds before returning to the road, seeing a surprised look painted on your face. "I didn't know the two of you were a thing! That's great though," while your lips were curved upwards your eyes didn't match. "What?" now it was his turn to be bewildered. "I mean, I heard the rumors of some fans shipping you, I didn't know they were true! Don't worry your secret's save with me," his body language told you how much he disliked the current situation and you didn't mean to push him.

"No... Wait. I am so confused right now. Why do you think I'm dating my best friend?" he asked you, turning into your street. Once you explained your train of thoughts his booming laugh filled the vehicle, relieve filling his whole body and feeling a ton being lifted off of his shoulders. „Oh, hahaha no. No, I'm not seeing anyone. What I meant at the con was- oh shit," the car stopped abruptly, his big arm immediately going across your chest to stop you from being pushed forward even with the seat belt on.

"Wha-" your eyes had followed his gaze, spotting whatever had him looking like he had seen a ghost. Your door was ajar and you spotted a cornice across your window from inside. It was dark but the street lights allowed you to see just enough. The shoe cabinet in your entrance was knocked over, jackets laying on the floor. The man next to you ordered you to wait in his locked car before he went inside, his quirk activated.

If the situation wasn't so dangerous your mouth would be watering at the sight of Red Riot in action. A breath you didn't know you were holding escaped your lips once he came back in sight. "Nobody is in there but I don't think it's save," his raspy voice told you as he opened your door, his hand finding place in the small of your back as you went inside. "You should pack your things and stay with me for a while, just so we're sure nobody is trying to harm you in particular," he let you know. "Why would anyone try to get to me? I don't have a useful quirk. My parents aren't rich, neither am I, I don't hold any power," you said, his hand stopping you from cleaning. "We should call the police. If you move anything it might mess up evidence on it," he knew what he was talking about, he had experienced these type of situations plenty of times. "Didn't your ex recently die? What if there is a crazy lover going around? Maybe he still owns someone money. You know you're save with me Y/N. I'm not that far away from you, your work is right around the corner, just a different direction," he saw a small part of you still hesitating to accept his offer, while another part of you wanted to be with him.

"I promise you, as long as you stay with me, nothing bad will happen to you," Kirishima would never let anything happen to you, never. He couldn't forgive himself if he let something hurt you. "That would be nice,“ you didn’t know the weight your words carried. It was like a modern Beauty and the Beast, only this time the Beast was already in love with his Beauty.

It worked :) Candy is send, should arrive soon.

It did, tastes delicious.

2k and a VIP pass to the next con was all it costed him to convince a small-time criminal he had caught before to break into your house and cause some chaos. Nobody was going to get hurt and he would never get in trouble for it promised Kirishima. And he would hold that promise dear to him. Because if that guy would get caught so did the hero, who had a lot more on the line. Which luckily for Eijiro that guy didn't think about much.

An hour later you stood in a huge entrance floor. Dark marble floors radiating warmth, caused by underfloor heating, welcoming the pacing of your feet as you slipped out of your jacket. "Eijiro, this place is beautiful! I might never leave again," you laughed to convey your joke. "You can stay forever if you want," as if you had a choice, he thought to himself, glad you liked your new home. He had renovated it a bit in the last week, making sure everything was the best of the best.

"Why don't you slip into something comfy? I'll do so too and then we can watch a movie if you like?" he offered and even though you felt tired watching a movie with him did sound like a great idea. He showed you around the house, explaining how Bakugo had helped with most of the interior design.

„I just don’t have an eye for that, but Katsuki? He’s brilliant,“ he explained, stopping at a wall covered in pictures. All of his friends had gifted him pics when he moved, so he decided to dedicate a wall to them. Pointing at a photograph of the two of you set off butterflies in your stomach. „That’s my newest addition, you look so beautiful here,“ Mina made that picture of the two of you, he had wrapped you in his jacket before walking back inside to talk to the security guards. (Y/e/c) eyes were fixed on him, laughing about a joke he made, his hand pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

„This is the bathroom, if you need anything, just call me. Conditioner and everything is in there, feel free to use whatever,“ Kirishima offered, laying out a warm towel for you after you asked to hop under his shower.

"Please don't laugh. I thought I grabbed a different shirt but I must have been a bit lost in my thoughts," you told him, feeling heat rising up in your cheeks. When going through your bag you were so sure you had grabbed a plain big shirt, but it turned out to be the one you had bought at the con. It's not like he didn't knew you were a fan, it was just weird to wear his merch in front of him. "I think it's really cute," the man clad in a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose red shirt patted the spot next to him, a drink and soft blanket waiting for you already.

He had been drawing spiral patterns all over your upper legs and while his eyes starred at the screen he didn't had clue what the movie was about as his brain was corrupted by thoughts surrounding you. Only when a sex scene on screen caused you to shift ever so slightly in your position did his day dreams falter. Whatever the people were doing before, right now he had trapped her in between him and the wall. His hand was around her throat while his knee gave her some sort of relieve and whispering dirty things into her ear.

"Thinking about me doing that to you princess?" he asked you sweetly, pulling your attention from the suddenly very interesting bottle cap. Kirishima's lust got the best of him, he couldn't hold back anymore. He had to have you in every way possible and as much as he wanted to wait, to get you used to everything, introduce you to the situation you still didn't knew you were in- he couldn't. "Hm?" you probably misheard him, you weren't really paying attention to be fair.

"I asked you," he grabbed your chin with his hand, thumb on your chin while making you look into his eyes. You hadn't noticed but his whole demeanor changed. His bright eyes now as dark as red wine, catching every movement of your muscles, his body tense, appearing like a predator ready to jump on its prey.

"If you think about me touching you?" Kirishima finished, knowing very well that you did. He almost fucked up a job because the sight of you touching yourself moaning out his name barely left him any piece of sanity. You had read a story about him, a very dirty one as well and fuck how wet you were, so needy and helpless, mind filled with him and him alone.

He couldn't bare the thought of you having any secrets, something he didn't know. Kirishima had to know everything, what you eat, your favorite drink, what type of gifts you appreciate, your favorite type of book genre, movie genre, what TV you liked to watch. Where you more of a dog or a cat person? Or both, maybe neither? What made you happy, what made you sad, how can he lift up your mood? It wasn't hard to get access to your laptop. Okay, well it was, but he had watched a friend hack into someone's stuff before, for another mission and remembered how to do it. Just in case. And oh my, you were such a good girl for him. Saved all of your passwords, your history, your Netflix, youtube, tumblr. Everything laid out for him, because you wanted him to find it, find out everything he wanted. He loved you more and more every second.

You were beneath him within seconds, his large frame towering over yours and trapping you. His warm breath was fanning over your face, eyes flickering between yours and your lips while a few strands of loose red hair fell into his face.

"Eiji-" as you attempted to sit up again he pressed your upper body down without any effort using his hand, feeling your heartbeat quicken. His sweatpants appeared to be much tighter all of the sudden and you couldn't help but peak down slightly, the sight of his dick print, revealing his impressively thick girth, the length hidden through the shirt he was wearing.

"My eyes are up here," he chuckled, face getting even closer. "Eijirou, I don't think we should do anything indiscreet," you told him, pushing yourself forward by your feet in a feeble attempt to escape. Only to have him flip you over on your stomach, one hand wrapped around your wrists and holding them above your head.

„Don’t fight it," he whispered in your ear, grinding down on your ass, enough to send pleasure through your whole body, goose bumps appearing on your skin. "We should-" you tried to form a complete sentence, but his lips on your neck were thwarting your plan, especially after they found your sweet spot.

"Hm?" he asked, peppering more kisses along your delicate skin, your senses heightening when his sharp teeth were dragged along it. His soft lips curled up into a small smirk as another moan hit his ears, before his teeth sunk into your neck. The scream escaping your lips was a something in-between pain and pleasure. And without a thought you had pushed your ass into him, your throbbing cunt begging for attention. Shame clouded your head as you came to realize how turned on you were by the currently obscure scene you had found yourself in.

"Do you want me to stop?" his tone let you know that there was only one right answer, his other hand slipping underneath you to tease you. The tip of his finger ghosted over your clit, earning a whine from your side. As you tried to push yourself down to create some sort of friction he pulled away, clicking his tongue.

"I asked you a question Y/N,“ his husky voice reminded you, kissing the fresh bite mark and caressing it with his sharp tongue. "No," you breathed, the lust your body felt in every inch betraying your mind, which was barely functioning at this point.

"Tell me you want me and I'll put the world to your feet," he meant it, all he needed to hear was that you wanted him, he needed, craved, starved for your acceptance of him as the man by your side. "Eijiro, I want you," you whispered, feeling hot and cold at the same time, craving his touch on you but also to disappear in between the cushions. Surely you had thought about this plenty of times but telling him, talking to him like that was new, unknown.

"Come on princess, don’t tease daddy and tell me what you want," he groaned into your ear, nibbling at its lobe. Rough hand groped your ass, kneading it, fingertips gliding across the swell, down between your legs, going all the way up only to skip the spot you needed him at the most. "I want you, please," he had heard you just fine the first time but he couldn't get enough of it, needed more.

"You can do better," he was more of a pleaser but now that he had you, he had to take his time with you, had to have you to submit to him. "Please Daddy, I need you, I want you," the pitiful tone of your voice surprised you, but the reaction of his body let you know just how much he liked it. It was impossible to miss the twitch of his length against you or feel his hands tightening, the sound of a heavy breath escaping his lungs.

Once again you found yourself facing him, being pulled onto his lap, on hand on your hips and the other one caressing your face. The grip on your chin wasn't harsh, just strong enough to keep you in place. His soft thumb stroked over your bottom lip, pupils dilated as he watched it bounce back in place and glistering from your saliva.

If he wasn't in love with you already he definitely would be by now. He didn't give you the chance to say another word as his lips came crushing into yours, molding together perfectly. It felt electrifying and intense, a kiss filled with passion and hunger. Wandering hands grabbed your ass and as a soft moan graced his ears he slipped his tongue into your mouth, tips colliding and swirling around one another. Kirishima pulled you closer to him as your hand went into his hair, the other one tugging on his shirt.

"So eager," he whispered against your lips, happy to comply to your wishes and pulling off his shirt in one swift motion, your eyes not knowing where to look at first. Your attention was quickly occupied again by his hand slipping under your shirt, going along your side, up to your chest while he once again interlocked your lips.

The moans slipping into his mouth as his thumb circled over your nipple were fuel on fire and as much as he enjoyed taking his time with you, he will have all the time in the world with you from now on. The big man had waited so ling for this moment, had dreamed about this situation, spend so many hours thinking about it during the day. His mind was filled with you as was his heart, how you laugh, how you talk, how you taste. Oh, he had to know how you taste and he knew if he waited one too many seconds he might destroy you with the lust inside of him.

Strong arms secured you as he stood up, walking over to his dinning table and sitting you down on it. „It would only be fair for you to get undressed too,“ Kirishima mumbled against your lips, hands already at the hem of it and pulling it up. A few curses fell from his lips as he saw that you weren’t wearing a bra under the shirt. Pushing you down gentle his lips landed on your neck again, kissing the slightly swollen mark. He couldn’t help it, the view was so hot, he had to give you another one. You’re his, only his, nobody will take you away now. Nobody can. And even if they dared to try he will rip them apart.

As the red haired man continues to work his way down, he stopped at your naked chest. While giving one nipple bites, kisses and soft flicks of his tongue, the other one got attention through his hands, pinching and circling them. The movements had you gasping for ear, your legs wrapping around him and pulling him into you.

„Daddy I need more,“ you whimpered, making him kiss the valley between your breasts, down your stomach, before he stopped above the only fabric left on you. Your underwear was discarded in a second, the sound of fabric ripping made you look at him. His ruby red eyes were fixated on your glistering cunt, licking his lips as the thought of your pussy on his tastebuds.

Taking a seat in front of you it looked like you were the dessert he had been craving for years, never finding the right one. But now here he was, ready to devour you and hear you moans, have you gush over him. „Legs over my shoulders,“ he tapped them, grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs as you obeyed his order. „Good girl,“ Eijiro groaned, kissing the spots close to your core before his lips finally met your clit.

The cunnilingus he gave you made you feel like you were send to heaven and back. His sharp tongue knew exactly what to do, knew where to be at the right time. Nails dug into your skin and you were sure by the end of it Kirishima’s marks would be prominent for the next week. The small amount of pain intensified your pleasure and the first orgasm crashed down on you faster than ever. You were hoping for him to give you a small break, your whole body on fire but he was far from being done.

Wrapping his lips around your sensitive spot he sucked slightly, pulling a sinful moan from the back of your throat which caused his rock hard dick to twitch in his grey sweatpants. Not yet, he thought, slipping a long, thick finger inside you, while lapping at your clit.

You didn’t expect to feel so filled by just two of his finger inside you. But it came to no surprise as just the palm of his hand is as big as your whole, two fingers as thick as four of yours. Two minutes, that’s how much it took to make you cum for the first time, moaning out his new nickname and pulling on his hair. Kirishima didn’t give you time to come, a break was the last he would think of in this moment. Before you knew it another wave of pleasure crashed down upon you, making your legs clamp down. Well, you tried, but he didn’t really had to try to keep them apart.

„Does that feel good? You like that?“ the question was rhetorical, your body had answered it long ago. Your fourth orgasm was about to hit anytime now as his mouth was glistering from your wetness, licking it all up. He wouldn’t really call it mocking, but it amused and aroused him at the time seeing you so fucked, not able to form a full sentence, yet alone answering his question.

And there it was. The knot in your stomach released itself, eyes rolling in the back of your head, a single tear sliding down the side of your face. Slurred words, a mixture of curse words, affection and his name made him feel as powerful as ever. He did this, only with his fingers and tongue.

„Tsk, would you look at that princess, you made a mess,“ was the first thing you heard after you came down from your high, the white spots slowly disappearing. With a heavy breath you looked down, watching as his cleaned his lower lip with his thumb before licking your juice off of it. Eijiro was right: he was wet, drenched even. Your lover made you squirt and the look of ecstasis written across his face was something you could never forget. „I’m sorry-,“ before you could say another word he pulled you up to him with his hand around your neck, locking your lips and pulling your lower body closer to him, allowing his now freed dick to slip in between your folds. Dragging it slowly up and down made you jolt and whine against his lips, trying to pull away as electric like shocks went through your veins, the pleasure overwhelming.

„That was the hottest thing I have seen. If I wasn’t this horny for you I would make you squirt again,“ he told you, chuckling slightly when he saw your eyes widening at the sight of his boner.

You knew he was big, at least nine inches, but it was his thickness that had you speechless. Without the foreplay there was no way he would fit inside of you and even now you knew he had to be slow at first or else you might pass out.

„Don’t worry, I will be gentle… At first,“ a small smirk graced his face, his tip now at your entrance. Laying down his soft sweatpants before laying you down he made sure you were laying comfortably. Thighs against his stomach, knees on his shoulders with his body towering over yours, almost touching but leaving enough space for Kirishima to look at him slowly slipping inside of you.

Drawing small circles on your thigh and clit helped soothing you as he went in inch by inch. He was taken by surprise when you pushed yourself onto him, taking in the last couple of inches at once. „So you want it that way huh? All you had to do was ask,“ with that he was lost in his own word.

His thrusts weren’t fast at first, they were hard, hitting your g-spot over and over and over again. Eijiro either went with a rhythm of song stuck in his head or did whatever felt right, you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you didn’t want him to stop. As quick as you put your legs down to lessen the immense pleasure, as quick he had both of your ankles in his hand, putting them over his right shoulder. Thick fingers caressing the soft flesh of your neck, feeling your pulse against the tip of his fingers, before wrapping around your throat completely. With the current position your pussy was even tighter, giving him the opportunity to hit deeper than before. Whenever he was balls deep inside of you wet slapping sounds filled the room, just like a mix of the moans of the two of you. Your scents mixed together, his room spray not standing a chance, even though your favorite smell hit your nose once in a while. What a funny coincidence, you thought later on.

„M about to cum,“ you slurred, a particular hard thrust sending you over the edge yet again, your throbbing cunt adding to his lust. „Who do you belong to? Who’s your daddy?“ He grunted, as his hips were snapping again and again. Your neck was released for a short moment to wipe away the few tears at the corner of your eye that just spilled over the edge.

„You, ah, you Eijiro,“ the o was quickly blending with yet another moan. If you didn’t know any better you would think he was a son of Eros. He definitely looked like a half god the way he was pounding into you, body glistering from the film of sweat and red strands of hair framing his face perfectly.

„That’s right, you’re mine. Only I can fuck you this good, only I can love you, only I can touch you,“ he said through gritted teeth, his possessiveness coming through. Kirishima could feel himself getting closer and closer to his own orgasm, dick twitching and hips titubating as your walls tightened around him.

„Mh, my good girl, just a little more, you can take it,“ you shook your head, feeling slightly dizzy and have one thought in your head: his name. There wasn’t even energy left in you to close your mouth properly. Something he saw as an invitation, his middle and ring finger slipping inside, your moans sending soft vibrations through them straight to his still hard length buried inside your cunt.

So many possibilities for him to cum on. You would look so pretty with his cum on your stomach, or when it drips from your face onto your chest. Your ass would look delicious that way too. One day he will find out what his favorite view is, but the first has to be special. He had to fill you up, mark your insides, had to make you his out and out.

„Let go, it’s okay. Daddy got you,“ finally. Your nails dug into his skin, vision blurry as your body started shaking from the last wave of pleasure for the night. He let go himself at the same time, pumping you full with his cum, a few lazy strokes following before he halted, his cock still inside you. Deep, shaky breath helped him come down from his dream like orgasm. Your pussy was magic, nobody could convince him otherwise. Maybe this won’t be your last time for tonight, maybe he will have you again once you laid down in bed. For now all he wanted to do was to hold you close, care for you and make you feel his love for you.

Pulling you into his strong arms he pulled out a bottle of water, taking a few sips himself before slowly letting the cool liquid hit your mouth and throat. Soft words of affirmation were whispered in your ear while he petted your head, massaging your scalp softly and kissing your forehead.

„You did so well for me baby,“ Kirishima mumbled against your lips, making sure you took another sip of water. You were still in bliss when he carried you to the bathroom, filling up the bathtub and sitting down with you between his thick thighs. While he was gently cleaning you realization hit him: Finally, after all this time you were with him. This wasn’t another dream. This was reality.

It broke his heart to see you cry the next morning when all the doors were locked. You told him you loved him too and you never would want to leave his side under no circumstances. He believed you, you would never lie to him. But the outside was too big, too scary for you. The intruder could still be after you and try to take you away from him. Kirishima knew you will forgive him eventually, after all he loves you and that should be enough for you. He is enough for you. You will understand eventually. He couldn’t risk loosing you again.

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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I don’t have a specific request but I just really want to read another Little Moments blurb. Wether they’re teens or babies, I just love them. Have a great day!!

you have a great day toooo!! ok we can definitely do this!! there’s so many adventures they go on that i want to write about, but for now i hope you enjoy this blurb of the family going out for a pub meal;

oli - 21, felix - 19, belle - 16

It was family-night-Friday.

Well, actually, it was yours and Harry’s anniversary and supposedly date night, but your children had decided you’d all go out for the evening to celebrate instead. Whilst you were delighted over the idea of spending the night with your family, Harry wasn’t. He now, quote-on-quote, ‘can’t finger you under the restaurant table’, which is why he’s now in a sulk.

Chuffing man-child.

“Dad, can you at least pretend to look happy to be with your family?” Belle teased Harry, as you were all in the car on the way to the pub you were booked in for.

Harry was driving and Oli was sat in the front, since his legs were extremely long - a bit like his dad - to fit in the back. Unfortunately Felix got the short straw and had to sit in the back with you and Belle, Belle sitting in the middle as she was the smallest. Whenever you came to a red light Harry’s hand would slink behind his seat and dangle itself until you caught it with your hand and gave it a squeeze. It was the little moments like these that made you grateful for your family. For Harry.

Harry smiled and you knew it was real, because it reached his eyes, however he made it seem like it wasn’t real to antagonise his kids.

“Y’can pay for your own bloody meal at this rate.” Oli spoke, looking up from where he was messing around on his phone - probably looking at todays football scores.

“When did you become such a dad?” Felix laughed, scruffing with his brothers hair from where he was sat behind him.

“Dickhead.” Oli tried to reach out and smack his brother but Harry beat him to it and caught his sons fist.

“Oi, pack it in the both of you.” Harry pretended to be mad, but in reality he loved his children interacting with each other - even if they were play fighting.

You loved your little family. So much.

The rest of the journey was spent listening to whatever was on the radio. Belle had requested Capital FM, however much Harry would rather listen to BBC Radio 2. You heard Harry sing along to a couple of songs though, one being Niall’s new song ‘Our Song’. The journey was quiet but peaceful, allowing you and your thoughts to spend 10 minutes or so alone. The word passed by outside as you drove down some pretty sketchy country lanes, until you rounded the familiar corner that had ‘The Cherry Tree’ situated on the left-hand side. It didn’t take long for Harry to pull in and park up, making sure he didn’t leave any valuable on display.

You climbed out of the car and waited for Belle to shuffle out herself, before shutting the door behind her. It was still a bloody Range Rover…

“Y’alright my love?” Harry asked you, locking the car and sliding his hand into yours to hold. His familiar warmth made you smile and your goosebumps melt away.

Your children walked off ahead, talking about goodness knows what with each other. It was funny to see how small Belle was next to her brothers. She, like you, was smaller than the men in her life and also smaller than you. She walked sandwiched between her brothers as they walked inside the restaurant.

“Never been better.” You answered truthfully, cuddling yourself into his side more. He was more than happy to accept you there.

Harry opened the door for you and you walked in after you. He kept a hand on your lower back as you walked to where your children were standing waiting for a waiter.

The room was large and really atmospheric. Lots of chatter from belly laughing customers and tiny toddlers who were on the loose. You spotted people lining up for a carvery and there was a separate area where a pizza oven burned away. As soon as you saw the meat and the roasts though, you knew that’s exactly what you wanted. And with a glass of red wine - divinity.

“Nice and warm in here.” You stated, having been quite cold outside. You spotted a wood burning fire in the corner and guessed that’s where the room got it’s hear from.

“Y’cold m’love?” Harry asked, furrowed brows over you and your health.

“Was. Better now.” You answered.

“It’s ‘cause we live in bloody England.” Felix huffed, stuffing his phone into his back pocket.

“Then move countries, please.” Oli answered in a playful tone, earning a light punch to his side from his brother.

“Idiots.” Belle rolled her eyes at the both of them.

“This is why you’re my favourite chid.” Harry answered jokingly, but everyone knew he secretly meant it. He often spent more time with his Belle and would treat her with a teensy tiny bit more love than his boys, but they were okay with that.

“Charming dad.” Oli added, shaking his head as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Someone’s been working out recently.” Harry pressed a finger onto Oli’s buff arm. He was visibly flexing, but he still did have a decent amount of built up muscle on him.

“Bro, not cool. We said we’d work out together.” Felix groaned, knowing he was slightly skinnier than Oli and the tabloids made sure to point it out. It didn’t phase him publicly, but you knew it did internally.

“Can work out with me, if you want?” You questioned Felix, already knowing the answer.

“No thanks mum. I don’t want to go to pilates or hot yoga with a bunch of mums.” He rolled his eyes, but earned a slap to the back of his head from his dad.

“Y’pest, be nice to y’mum.”

“It’s actually mixed gender for the hot yoga.”

“Well now you can say bye-bye to that class, missus.” Harry teased you, tightening his hold on your back. When Harry got jealous he got jealous - like pettily jealous. It was something you’d both worked on during the years together, but sometimes it did creep up. Like now.

“I’m not quitting that class, H. You can come with me if y’so bothered that other men and women might be staring at m’arse.”

“Y’bloody well bet i’m coming.” He told you, making you chuckle. He leant down and gave you a kiss to your lips, welcoming it with a needy kiss back since he rarely gave you lip kisses in public. This was pub in the middle of nowhere, so Harry felt safe to give you some loving.

“Ugh could you, like, not?” Felix groaned and his siblings followed. Harry pulled away with annoyance, a smile on your lips though.

“Y’should be happy I love y’mum.”

“I am, just not publicly.” Felix turned his nose up at the memory of his parents kissing.

“Leave us alone, it’s our anniversary.” You pouted.

“Like dad needs that excuse.” Belle snorted and rolled her eyes, making everyone but Harry laugh.

“You don’t need an excuse to love me, H.” You whispered to him and he leaned down to you with a smile.

“I know.” He kissed your forehead this time and brought you closer into his side as his kids were laughing with each other still.

“Where the fuck is the waited i’m bloody starving.” Oli grumbled, patting his belly lightly, clearly annoyed at the waiting of the staff here.

“Um, can I help you?” The shy waiter was bright red in the face from hearing Oli’s comment, making the rest of you snicker.

It was the little moments like these that made you appreciate your life and your little, happy, family.

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Don't want a real live boy, they give me grief, always make me cry into my handkerchief. So it's a robot man I'm dreamin' of because I can depend upon a robot love, yeah! —“Robot Man,” Connie Francis (1960)

It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’ #18 - Freeside II

Collaborative Issue! Guest Artist: @comrade-shrimp / @jepsxyhn

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It feels so good to be back on a pretty regular production schedule! Almost as good as it feels to go a round with Fisto!

The art this ish comes from @comrade-shrimp (art blog: @jepsxyhn), who did a great job with this issue, which is a lot more lighthearted than the previous one. I have so much love for them, and they brought so much necessary vibrancy to this issue; I've been wanting to experiment more with poppy, colorful backgrounds like this for a while, and they were an utter delight to work with. Everybody say “Thank you, Shrimp!” for doing such a spectacular job and for being so cool and nice.

Original Pencils (click for full size):

Since Shrimp took care of the art this time around, all I have are my original layouts for this issue, on top of which they worked their magic. These are really rough (and really old!) but I always really enjoy doing layouts like this for my guest artists. There’s definitely a certain charm to making something so intentionally loose and sketchy that still puts in as much detail as needed to get a good idea of what the final product will look like.

One minor but funny difference between my pencils and Shrimp’s art is on the third page, where Agnes is stomping away from Cass and FISTO. Originally, I had Agnes drawn with her arms thrown up in the air exasperatedly. However, when drawing at production scale, it was impossible to draw her like that without it looking like she was pretending to be an airplane and flying away.

Transcript:

INT. the run-down workshop of CERULEAN ROBOTICS in FREESIDE.

AGNES SANDS and ROSE OF SHARON CASSIDY stand in front of a PROTECTRON ROBOT encased in some sort of stasis capsule or holding dock.

AGNES: No. Absolutely not.

CASS: Do you want to get to Vegas or not? The Garrets are paying us more than enough caps to get past the credit check—all we need to do is get them new blood.

AGNES: It’s a robot. It doesn’t have blood.

CASS approaches a terminal attached to the ROBOT’S dock and flourishes a tape drive.

CASS: Well blood ain’t the most important bodily fluid for its line of work going forward.

CASS inserts the tape into the terminal with a chunky SLOT! sound.

CASS: Let’s wake it up already.

The terminal screen lights up, displaying console text: Operator Interface for Fully Integrated Security Technotronic Officer. Initializing Start-Up...Calibrating Protocol...

New data flushes into the ROBOT’s system as it awakes, coming to life with a deep, growing hum.

The dock’s display pane slides away, opening up for the ROBOT to step out and onto the floor of the workshop.

ROBOT: GREETINGS...I AM FISTO...AND I AM PROGRAMMED FOR YOUR PLEASURE.

CASS: Gets right down to business, doesn’t it?

AGNES: ...“Fisto?” Did you name it that?

CASS: No, must have been part of Ralph’s tape. Creative bastard.

FISTO: PLEASE ASSUME THE POSITION.

AGNES, unnerved, starts walking away.

AGNES: Fuck, that’s...skin-crawling. Let’s just bring it back to James already, okay?

CASS: Now hang on...

AGNES turns back around, in horror.

CASS is throwing herself at FISTO like a fawning supermodel, arm playfully draped around its “shoulders” and leg hoisted up against its chassis.

CASS: Aren’t you at least a little curious as to what this thing can do for a woman?

AGNES: Fuck no!! What’s wrong with you?

CASS: Come on, Agnes, loosen up a bit!

FISTO: FISTO OFFERS GREAT COUPLES RATES.

AGNES, reflexively, hovers her trembling hand just above her holstered pistol. She speaks through gritted teeth.

AGNES: Don't you dare bring that...that thing...that literally fucking thing anywhere near me.

CASS: Suit yourself—but I'll try anything once, and I'm not passing up a freebie when I see one.

AGNES makes a furious about-face and storms away from CASS and FISTO, heading out of the building.

AGNES: Fine!! Go fuck the robot! Have fun!

CASS: Oh we will, Agnes!

FISTO: ENGAGING CLIENT...DISPENSING MASSAGE OIL... (WHHHRR...)

EXT. CERULEAN ROBOTICS.

AGNES leans against the wall across the courtyard from the workshop entrance, smoking a cigarette. From the opposite door come the sounds of FISTO’s many “functions.”

SFX: SKREEEEEE, BEEP BEEP BEEP, SMAK, CLANK CLANK CLANK, DZZZZTTTT, SPLUT

Suddenly, the sounds cease, and it’s quiet in the courtyard. AGNES looks up.

CASS emerges from the workshop door. She’s out of breath, sweaty, and her face is deeply flushed. She has to lean against the door frame just to stand up.

CASS: Oh, man, Agnes—you, uh, wouldn’t happen to have any more cigarettes, would you?

AGNES scowls.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #courier six #rose of sharon cassidy #fisto #freeside #cerulean robotics #volume 02 #18 #ikroah archive

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davidmann95 · 3 years

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How about those JL storyboards?

In case you haven’t heard, Zack Snyder is putting on display the ‘storyboards’ - i.e. a rough plot summary accompanied by some Jim Lee sketches - for what would have been Justice League 2 and 3, or as this puts it 2 and ‘2A’. You can see them here (I imagine better-quality versions will soon be released), and read a transcript here. This is evidently a very early version: this was apparently pitched prior to the release of BvS and Justice League being rewritten in the wake of it, with numerous plot details that now don’t line up with what we know about the Snyder Cut, plus it outright mentions it builds on the originally planned versions of the Batman and Flash movies. But it’s a broad outline of what was gonna go down, and while I initially thought it was Snyder throwing in the towel, the timing - paired with the ambiguity left by the necessity for changes, including that this doesn’t factor whatever that “massive cliffhanger” at the end of the Cut is - says to me he’s hoping this’ll be a force multiplier behind efforts to will sequel/s into existence. He’s probably right.

I’ll be discussing spoilers below, but in short: with this Zack Snyder has finally lived up to Alan Moore, in that like Twilight of the Superheroes I wouldn’t believe this was real as opposed to a shockingly on-point parody if not for direct, irrefutable evidence.

Doing some rapid-fire bullet points for this baby to kick us off:

* Folks who know the subject say a lot of this is a yet further continuation of Snyder doing Arthuriana fanfic with the League reskinned over those major players, and I’ll take their word for it.

* I don’t know whether I love or hate that in Justice League 2 the Justice League are only an extant thing for the first scene, and then it’s Snyder giving everybody their own mini-movies. It’s compressing the entire MCU “loosely interconnected solo stories leading to a single big movie later” strategy into a single movie!

* Funniest line in the whole thing: "Even Lantern has heard of the Kryptonian, worried that he's under the control of Darkseid. He heard his spirit was unbreakable." Hal what fuckin' Superman movie did YOU watch? Second funniest being “IT WILL GIVE HIM POWER OVER ALL LIVING LIFE”

* 90% of the plot I have nothing to say about, it’s generic stage-setting crap. That to be clear is the ‘shocked it’s Snyder’ element, it feels so crassly commercial in a way I can’t believe is coming from the BvS guy.

* Most of what I have to say is unsurprisingly gonna be about a handful of characters but Cyborg’s happy ending being “he isn’t visibly disabled anymore!” is not great!

* The Goddess of War battle with Superman...never pays off? No clue why it’s there.

* What I’d originally heard was that the Codex in Superman’s blood was the last key to the Anti-Life Equation and that’s why Darkseid was coming to Earth. It’s not like all of this wouldn’t have already been averted by Kal-El’s pod smacking into an asteroid on the way to Earth so it’s not as if this makes it any more Superman’s fault, and it would have at least tied all this back to the beginning of the movies, but I suppose that was either fake or from a later draft.

* I have NO idea how this was reimagined without the ‘love triangle’, it’s the central character thing and the entire climax flows directly out of it!

* Darkseid’s kinda a chump in this, huh

Anonymous said: So: Does Zack Snyder hate Superman?

Look: the hilarity of this when Cuck Kent has been a go-to Snyder cult insult towards ‘inferior’ takes on Superman for years cannot be understated, yet at the same time I can almost wrap my brain around where Snyder’s coming from with that as the end for his take on the character. He talked in that Variety piece on how his interest in Superman is informed by having adopted children himself, and Deborah Snyder is the stepmother to his kids by previous relationships, so I can see where he’d be coming from, and I can even imagine how he’d see this as ‘rhyming’ in the sense of “the series begins with Kal-El being adopted by Earth, it ends with him adopting a child of Earth!” In the same way as MARTHA, I can envision how he would put these pieces together in his head thematically without registering or caring what the end result would actually look like. In this case, Superman raising the kid of the man who beat the shit out of him who Batman had with Clark’s wife, who earlier told Bruce she was staying with Clark because he ‘needed her’, suggesting if inadvertently that this really honest to god was a “she’s only staying with Superman out of pity, she really loved Batman more” thing.

But Clark is nothing in this. He’s sad and existential because of coming back from the dead I guess, then he’s corrupted, then time’s undone and he woo-rah rallies the collective armies of the world (interesting angle for the ‘anti-military/anti-establishment’ Superman he’s talked up as) as his big heroic moment in the finale, and then he stops being sad because he’s adopting a kid. So his big much-ballyhooed, extremely necessary five-movie character arc towards truly becoming Superman was:

Sad weird kid -> sad weird kid learns he’s an alien, is still weird and sad, maybe he shouldn’t save people because things could go really wrong? -> his dad is so convinced it could go wrong he lets himself die -> ????? -> Clark is saving people anyway -> learns his origin, gets an inspiring speech about being a bridge between worlds and a costume -> becomes superman (not Superman, that’s later) to save the world, albeit a very property-damagey version, rejects his heritage he just learned about and space dad’s bridge idea -> folks hate him being superman and that sucks though at least he’s got a girlfriend now -> things go so wrong he considers not being superman but his ghost dad reminds him shit always goes wrong so he should be good anyway, which sorta feels like it contradicts his previous advice -> immediate renewed goodness is out the window as he’s blackmailed into having to try and kill a dude but the dude happens to coincidentally have some things in common so they don’t kill each other after all -> big monster now but superman keeps supermaning at it because he loves his girlfriend and he dies -> he’s brought back, wears black which apparently means now he likes Krypton again? -> he has work friends now but he’s still sad because he was dead -> evil now! -> wait nevermind time travel -> rallies the troops -> his wife’s having a kid so he’s not sad anymore -> Superman! Who gives way to more Batman.

Do I think Zack Snyder is lying when he says he likes Superman? No. I think he sincerely finds much of the basic conceits and imagery engaging. But I don’t think he meaningfully gives shit about Clark as a character, just a vessel for Big Iconic Beats he wants to hit. Whereas while for instance he’s critical of Batman as an idea (at least up to a point), he’s much more passionately, directly enamored with him as a presence and personality. So while Superman may be the character whose ostensible myth cycle or arc or however it’s spun might be propelling a lot of events here, it’s a distant appreciation - of course the other guy takes over and subsumes him into his own narrative. Of course Batman is the savior, the past and the future (though if he’s supposed to be Batman’s kid raised by Superman there’s no excuse for him not to be Nightwing), the tragic martyr to our potential. Admittedly the implication here is also that Batman can apparently only REALLY with his whole heart be willing to sacrifice his life to save an innocent, for that matter apparently his great love, once said innocent is a receptacle for his Bat-brood, but he and Clark are both already irredeemable pieces of shit by the end of BvS so it’s not like this even registers by comparison.

Anonymous said: That “plan” Snyder had was utter dogshit. Picture proof that DC & WB hate Superman. Also I love how you’re like Jor-El: Every single idealistic take you had about Snyder, his fandom, and BvS was wrong. Snyder’s an edgy hack, his fanbase just wants to jerk off to their edgy self-insert Batgod as he screams FUCK while mowing people down with machine guns, and the idea that BvS said Superman was better than Bats was completely wrong. You know what comes next SuperMann: Either you die or I do.

In the final analysis, beyond that mother of god is there sure no conceivable excuse for the treatment of Lois in this? The temptation is to join that anon and say as I originally tweeted that these were “built entirely to disabuse every single redemptive reading of the previous work and any notion of these movies as nuanced, artistic, self-reflective, or meaningful”.

...

...yeah, okay, that’s mostly right. Zack Snyder’s vision really was the vision of an edgelord idiot with bad ideas who was never going to build up to anything that would reframe it all as a sensible whole. He’s a sincere edgelord genuinely trying really hard with his bad ideas who put some of them together quite cleverly! But they’re fucking bad and the endgame was never anything more than ramping up into smashing the action figures together as big as he could, the political overtones and moral sketchiness of BvS while trying to say something in that movie reverberated through the grand scheme of his pentalogy in no way beyond giving his boys a big sad pit to rise out of so when they kicked ass later it’d rule harder, and all the gods among men questions and horror and trappings were only that: trappings. Apparently he’s really pleasant and well-meaning in person, but at his core his art as embodied in a couple weeks in his 4-hour R-rated Justice League movie meant to be seen in black-and-white all comes down to that time he yelled at someone on Twitter that he couldn’t appreciate Snyder’s work because it’s for grown-ups. He made half-clever, occasionally exciting shit cape movies for a bunch of corny pseudo-intellectual douchebags, folks latching onto and justifying blockbusters that at least acknowledge how horrifying the world is right now even if the superheroes are basically useless in the face of it if not outright part of the problem until a convenient alien invasion shows up to justify them, and a handful of non-asshole smart people who vibe with it but...well. ‘Suckered’ is a harsh word, and definitely doesn’t apply to all of them re: what they’ve gotten out of it up to this point and would (somehow) get out of this. But it doesn’t apply to none of them, either.

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It’s You and Me - Chapter 16

It’s You and Me: A Hawkeye Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count: 2306

Rating: E

Warnings: action, canon typical violence, mentions of past child sexual abuse

Synopsis: You and Clint Barton go way back. Since you joined the circus as a child, he took it upon himself to keep you away from the people who really wanted to hurt you. For years the two of you danced a line between dark and light.

When he chooses light the two of you go your separate ways.

Fifteen years later he tracks you down. Those feelings the two of you shared never went away, but now he is not only an Avengers but a single father. Can the two of you make it work after all this time when your lives have gone in such different directions?

A series told in flashbacks and current day.

Chapter 17: Then

Clint was nervous as he followed you along the edge of the rooftops. Not because he was afraid of being hurt, or getting caught. You and he had been living in Brooklyn for a few years now in a shitty little apartment in a not great neighborhood and yet things had been going pretty smoothly. They had a regular gig at the Coney Island Circus Sideshow and Clint even had a part-time job teaching kids trapeze at a trapeze school in Brooklyn. It was generally enough to pay the rent and utilities and buy food. On weeks things might get particularly tight because of an unexpected bill or doctor’s visit, you would find some sketchy wall street guy to cat burgle, and the two of you would have enough to make sure you wouldn’t need to do that again for at least a couple of months.

It wasn’t ideal, but the two of you were happy. He loved being with you, and he loved this sense of stability you had together.

Then around four months ago, things had started to change. He’d brought up the idea of having kids. He knew despite the fact he felt his life was more stable than it had ever been, the reality was, you and he were in no position to raise them right now - he just wanted to put the idea out there. If there was a plan to do it, then maybe you could work towards that as a goal.

You had completely shut down.

“No… no, no, no. You can’t do this to me, Clint,” you said, moving down the couch away from him and hugging your legs.

He looked at you confused and more than a little hurt. “What? You don’t want to have kids with me?”

“I don’t want them at all,” you said. “I thought you’d be on the same page as me.”

“What? But why? I love kids. Working at the trapeze school is so much fun…” Clint explained. “You always seem to get on with kids during the show and back when we were at the circus.”

You shook your head. “I like them fine. But Clint you should know… what we’ve been through in our lives… why would you want to create a life and put them at risk of repeating that?”

Clint blinked at you. “But you would never hurt a kid. Neither would I. I want to give someone the chance at a happy stable life because of what mine was like.”

“What if something happened to us?” You said. “We don’t have any family. They could end up going into shitty foster homes just like you did. Or.. or… they …”

You stopped talking and hid your face in your legs. He moved closer to you and put his arm around you. He wasn’t sure how he felt. He’d always seen himself as a dad at some point. Even when he was young and angry he wanted to have a family … almost like it would be a way to finally fill in that box he’d never been able to check before. But you didn’t want that, and he loved you. You’d stuck by him through so much and he’d stuck by you. To throw that away now when he was happy seemed crazy.

So he dropped it.

The problem was it seemed to cast a shadow over things. He wanted to move forward but you were pulling away. And then one day you came to him and said you had a job. When he pressed you about what the job was or even why you had set one up when money had been fine lately, you wouldn’t talk and just asked him to trust you.

Only he still had that stupid issue with trust.

He tried though. He had gone along with it and followed you into the mouth of the lion completely unsure if it was an old circus cat trained to keep his jaws apart or a young wild animal ready to tear you both apart.

After jumping over more rooftops than he’d care to count, you stopped suddenly and indicated for him to drop. The two of you crept to the edge of the roof and peered over the roof to the one over from you. There were a group of people standing around a bunch of crates talking. Some were armed with guns, but he noticed the sword hanging from a large man’s hip. He narrowed his eyes and slowly it dawned on him.

“Is that Jacques?” He whispered.

“Yes,” you said in a soft growl.

“What’s in the crates?” Clint asked.

“It’s not important,” you said. “It’s not why we’re here.”

Clint turned his attention from the group on the roof to you. You opened and closed your hand on the hilt of your sword as you stared daggers at Jacques. “Why are we here?” Clint asked. You didn’t reply, but your fingers twitched on the sword. “Sugar… why are we here?”

“Revenge,” you seethed.

Clint’s jaw dropped open and he grabbed your arm, spinning you to face him. “That’s not what we do. If you wanted to get back at him, you should have just called the cops. Obviously whatever he’s doing is illegal.”

“After what he did to me? To us?” You hissed. “He broke your leg and left you for dead, Clint? You told me that yourself! And you’re just going to let him go about hurting other people?”

“This isn’t the way…” Clint implored. “Come on. Let me just call the cops and we’ll leave them.”

“I need to do this, Clint,” you begged. “Please. You want this life with me, and I can’t… I want you to have it, but I can’t if he’s out there.”

Clint was going to try and reason with you more, or beg you not to do this when a commotion on the roof drew his attention. A group of people burst through the stairs with their weapons drawn. They looked like government agents - feds or CIA - and everyone was shouting as they swarmed onto the roof.

Chaos broke out. Swordsman and his group scattered, trying to escape the agents swarming the roof.

“He’s getting away!” You shouted and jumped out, bounding over the roof after Swordsman.

“Sugar wait,” Clint shouted. He took off after you, quickly nocking and loosing arrows, taking out anyone that came close to you.

A helicopter swooped in, lighting up the area as a firefight broke out.

Clint kept his attention on you. He didn’t want you to kill anyone. Even Jacques. Especially Jacques. As much as the Swordsman had been responsible for so much pain, he was also one of the only father figures Clint had.

“Sugar! Stop!” He shouted as he followed after you.

You and Jacques began to duel, your swords flashing with the light from the chopper. “You think you can best me, girl?” Jacques sneered as he cut your bicep. You flinched and he took the opportunity to run again. At the same time, one of the agents aimed his gun at you. Clint reacted without thinking. He loosed his arrow and it clipped the agent’s gun barrel sending the shot wild. At the same time, two agents tackled him to the ground and wrestled the bow out of his hands. You spun around and screamed his name.

“Run!” Clint shouted, but it was too late, another agent grabbed you and knocked you down, sending your sword flying as he pushed a gun barrel into the back of your head.

“Don’t struggle and we won’t have any reason to shoot you,” one of the agents growled.

“You’re letting Jacques get away,” Clint argued, as they dragged him to his feet.

“How about you worry about the prison time you’re about to do,” the agent growled.

Clint’s shoulders ached. He felt like he’d been sitting at this bare metal table with his hands cuffed for hours. He worried about you. No one would tell him where you were or if you were okay. People would come in and ask him questions and then leave again. He hadn’t eaten or had anything to drink and his bladder felt like it was going to explode.

A guy with an eyepatch came into the room with a tray of food. Two agents that could practically have been twins flanked the door. “You must be getting hungry,” eyepatch said, putting the tray just out of Clint’s reach.

“Need to pee,” Clint grumbled, squirming in his seat.

“You haven’t let him use the bathroom?” Eyepatch said, looking at the agents. When neither reacted, eyepatch uncuffed him from the table. “Take our friend to relieve himself. We aren’t animals.”

Clint hadn’t appreciated a piss as much as he did that one in his entire life. By the time he was wrestled back to the table, he was already feeling a little more comfortable.

“So,” eyepatch said, pushing the tray over to him. Clint grabbed the bottle of iced tea off it and popped the cap, swallowing the sweet liquid in large gulps. “We’ve been asking around, and the only one of the group who even knows who you are was the girl with the sword.”

“Is she okay?” You asked.

“Nasty cut on her arm. Needed stitches,” eyepatch said. “She’s in our medbay.”

“Who’s our?” Clint asked, taking a bit from the meatball sub on the tray.

“We’re asking the questions, Mister Barton,” eyepatch said.

Clint choked on the bread and took another drink to clear his throat. “How do you know my name?”

“We know a lot of things, Clint,” eyepatch said. “Can I call you Clint?” Clint shrugged. “The names, Fury,” eyepatch added, offering Clint his hand. Clint shook it awkwardly before going back to the food. “For example,” Fury continued. “We know you were in the circus with Duquesne. So if the two of you came from the same place how do you explain your being there if you didn’t have anything to do with the rest of them?”

“Like you said; we know Duquesne. I’d say the reason we were there was not far from the reason you were there,” Clint snarked.

“You shot at one of our agents,” Fury said. “Doesn’t seem like we were on the same side.”

“I knocked his gun off course so he wouldn’t shoot my girlfriend,” Clint said.

“You expect me to believe you made that shot intentionally?” Fury snarked.

Clint took the lid from the iced tea and flicked his wrist. “Camera, thing one, thing two,” Clint said as it spun through the air. It hit the security camera cracking the screen. The two guards turned to look at it and it ricocheted off and hit the first one in the forehead, bounced up, and came down right on top of the second one’s head.

“Mister Barton,” Fury said. “I want to offer you a job.”

Clint hurried into the medbay, still being flanked by the twins. They left him at the door and Clint rushed to your hospital bed where you were sitting, handcuffed.

“You okay?” He asked, patting you over like he was checking for breaks.

“I’m fine. Just some stitches. I don’t even know why they’re keeping me here,” you said. “Mind games, probably.”

“They offered me a job,” Clint said.

You looked at him and tilted your head. “What?”

“I know, right?” Clint said. “They said I’d be an asset to the organization. Imagine us - spies.”

“Spies?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “We’d make so much money and … we could get a house. And a dog… Maybe even… if you wanted to… kids?”

You opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish. “I - I can’t… I can’t join them. Clint… they’ll control us.”

“It won’t be like that…” Clint argued.

“How do you know? How do you know what it’s going to be like?”

Clint shook his head. This was not going at all how he expected. “But it’s you and me… that’s how it is.”

“Clint, I can’t let people control me like that. I can’t. Why do you think I do the things I do?” You asked.

“Because we have to… to get by,” he said.

“No,” you said with a hollow laugh. “I can’t trust people Clint. Only you. I don’t even trust the manager at a McDonald’s to not try something. If I steal shit, I’m the one in control.”

“Sugar… I want to do this,” he said.

“Then… then I guess you better do it without me,” you said. “I can’t… I can’t…”

Clint sight. “Well, maybe… maybe we can… I’ll take care of you.”

You laughed again. That same hollow sound as before. “Sure, Clint. The spy and the thief.”

“Are you saying you want to break up?” Clint asked.

You shook your head. “That’s not what I’m saying. I want you to choose me.”

“But… but they said… they said if I don’t take the job I’m gonna go to prison,” Clint said.

“What? See Clint? I’d rather go to prison than take that option,” you said, a tear rolling down your cheek.

He leaned in and kissed you deeply, cradling your jaw. He wanted it to reassure you that it would be fine. And maybe it would in the sense that neither of you would end up in jail for this, but it wasn’t going to be okay between you. He pulled back slowly and looked down at you. “I’ll make sure we both get out of here.”

He strode out of the room and was met by Fury in the hall. “I’ll join,” Clint said. “But you need to let her go and leave her alone.”

“Great,” Fury said, clapping Clint on the shoulder. “Come along Agent Barton, you’ve got some papers to sign.”

// NEXT

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Fortune's Fool: Act VII

Masterlist

Act VII

Tw: Lots of blood, character death, violence, murder, guns, knives, weapons, foul language, self-inflicted wounds, suicide, overall graphic content

In just a span of a few days, whispers have already spread. At first, it was only suspicions that it wasn’t something natural or a person but the bible repeating itself. People started to believe that it was something like 10 the plagues of Egypt, this time happening in Seoul.

Then people started to see things.

Couples who had their afternoon strolls reported seeing a slimy creature dive into the Han river. Some Viper workers said they had heard low growling and grumbling noises they thought came from the machines, but when they turned it off, the bizarre noises only grew louder. Fishermen who worked late at night reported to see silver flashing eyes in the water. Perhaps the most terrible “sighting” would have been near the Poculum. A customer was passing by with the intentions of having a drink late at night only to see a panting, struggling creature near the garbage disposal. It was unnatural for sure, the shadow it cast resembled nothing like the creatures and animals that walk the face of the earth today.

“It has eyes of the devil, mama!” Yeji heard the little boy in front of her exclaim. They were currently waiting in line to get hot buns from a fast food restaurant. Yeji watched the boy as he excitedly told his story to his mother, guessing he had heard it from a playmate. “The monster had a spine as sharp as knives” The boy added, causing his mother to look at him disinterestedly. There have been numerous deaths added from the original incident, causing people to speculate. But the more people talked, the more the truth has been twisted.

Yeji would have brushed off the rumors, ruling it as a way to keep children frightened when they were being unruly. But the fear people have been feeling is very real, their lives were in danger. There must be a reason to why people had started talking, speculating.

“Nonsense.” The mother scolded her child, as she fiddled with her bracelet. The mother was obviously scared as well, hearing her son's stories did not help whatsoever.

“They say it is like a modern day dragon!” the boy added, not even bothering to listen to his mother, “It attacks the gangsters at night when it smells their blood. It hides in the shadows, waiting for the perfect time, then boom! It attacks.” The child said, his hand motions accompanying his exaggerated story.

The mother could only look and sigh at her son, “It is not only the gangsters who are dying, nae adeul,” The mother paused, looking at his now terrified son. “No one is safe now.” She continued as she placed a hand on her son’s shoulder.

That’s one comforting mother alright,

The son suddenly stopped in his tracks. He looked at his mother, fear replacing the jolly expression he had before. “Am I going to die, mama?” The boy asked.

“Of course not.” The mother said in a defensive tone. She quickly got the two bags filled with steaming buns in front of her and left, with her son still quite scared.

Who wouldn’t be in a time like this?

As they left, Yeji couldn’t help but stare at their disappearing figures. A child, no older than five, was already worrying about whether or not he would live another day. A child like him should be worrying about what flavor of ice cream he should get, or what he should play with his friends. He shouldn’t fear for his life. How much time did they have left until the city of Seoul became nothing but a mass graveyard?

“On us, miss.”

Yeji snapped out from her train of thought to see a bag already in front of her, filled to the brim with steaming hot buns.

“Everything for the princess of Seoul.” The old baker said with a smile. Yeji took a better look at the place, then at the old man in front of her. The bakery was very old, to the point where you could see loose wires everywhere. The man in front of her was also very old, it looked like the bakery was all he had. The only reason why Yeji was here in the first place was because Lia wouldn’t stop bugging her about trying the famous steam buns in Hongdae.

“You have a family, ahjussi?” Yeji asked as she took the bag, the man’s face lighting up immediately.

“I do! I have a lovely wife I come home to everyday and five children! Two girls and three boys!” The baker answered as he perched his elbows on the window.

“I see,” Yeji paused as she took something out from her pocket, it was a red envelope with gold lettering. The man’s face grew in shock. “No miss Hwang, it is in the house! We have been affiliated with the Vipers for a long time now and I owe everything to them. Please it is okay.” The man said as he pushed the envelope back.

“No, please do take it. You have worked hard enough.” Yeji said as she placed the envelope in the baker’s calloused hands. With a smile, Yeji left.

As she browsed the streets of Hongdae, she couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief. She was relieved she was able to have a few hours to herself. She had just finished visiting the drug den her father had sent her to, and it was more boring than she thought. She expected a top secret lab, like the ones she would always see in movies. Only for her to be greeted with a smelly and sketchy apartment. When she had collected the money, the man passed it to her half-asleep, he too looked high on whatever he was on that moment. She had only been there for a solid 30 seconds and her duty was done for the day. Hongdae was filled with lovers taking their strolls, family spending some quality time together, friends on dates, and native weirdos too.

“The end is near! The world is going to end! Jeremiah 11:11! There is only one cure!”

Yeji grimaced as she tried to quickly pass the man. She tried to cover her face in hopes of not getting seen by the shouting man, but to her misfortune, the man had locked his eyes on her. The man started to head her way as she quickened her pace. She thought he had lost the man following her, only for him to suddenly jump in front of her.

Does this man not know who I am?

“Salvation!” The man screeched, causing Yeji to freeze in her tracks. The man flailed his arms in the air, as if he was waiting for someone to pick him up. “Spread the word of salvation, miss!” He exclaimed as he took another step towards her.

Yeji was quick to back away, she was getting weirded out by the old man, “I’m not that religious, sorry.” She decided unsure on what to say, the man’s eyes suddenly grew wider until it could pop out from his socket anytime.

“The doctor can give us a cure.” He said. “I’m not quite sure a doctor has found a cure yet,” Yeji said carefully.

“The doctor saved me!” The man further added. This time, Yeji wasn’t sure if he was referring to doctors, or a particular doctor.

“Hey you know what, a doctor saved me too.” she said as she placed her hands on her hip. “I was like what, seven years old?” she continued, amusing herself now. “I bumped my head on my mother’s picture frame and let’s just say she was worried more about the picture frame.” She said, remembering it like it was yesterday. “Ever since then, I started eating apples.” Yeji said as she looked at the man, waiting for him to catch her joke.

“Because you know…” She trailed off, the man only looking at her in a blank manner. “An apple a day, keeps the doctor away!”

The old man only stared at her. He looked at her like she was speaking some sort of foreign language no an on earth had ever heard of.

“Corny joke?” Yeji asked, speaking Korean a bit more slowly for the man to understand. “Come on, an apple a day keeps the doctor away, right? Come on, I deserve a chuckle at least.”

The man groaned and stomped his foot, signaling for her to take him seriously.

“The doctor is only one person.” he hissed, his face contorting into a weird facial expression Yeji couldn’t quite figure out. “A person of great passion. He gave me the cure and I am now immune to this madness. An injection! I am supposed to be dead! When my friend had clawed himself and lay dead next to me, I should have been next! But I am here! Alive and well!”

Yeji took another step back, one she should have taken before the man had started talking.

“Good for you,” Yeji said, thinking of an escape plan. “But I, uh, have places to be.” Before she could turn around, the man had already grabbed her wrist.

“Salvation!” The man screamed, “Only the doctor could bring salvation!” She quickly jerked her hand back away from the man as she hurried off.

She took sharp turns every now and then, making her route in a dark alleyway. She passed by groups of men who seemed like they were all ready to kidnap the next person they see. She passed by men throwing knives at each other, she also passed by a group of women aiming their guns at each other, but she was not scared. She was in her territory, she was above all.

Just as she was in the middle of another alleyway, Yeji immediately stopped to the feeling of a cold metal pressed against her neck. She knew it wasn’t a threat of any Viper, no Viper dared. Her mind ran wild, thinking of all the possible people who would try such thing,

Until a familiar voice had said: “Don’t make a sound. Keep walking, and I won’t shoot.”

The feeling of uncertainty immediately was replaced by the feeling of rage. Did he really wait for Yeji to enter an isolated place? Until she was far from the crowd? Did he really think that would work on her?

“You don’t know me as much as I thought you would.” Yeji said quietly, maybe Jeno didn’t know her at all when they were still friends. Maybe he never really cared to know about her. Maybe he just agreed to be friends to get information from her, and he did.

“Walk,” Jeno demanded.

Yeji stood still. As she planned, Jeno thought she was scared and so he eased the press of his gun against her neck. She slowly brought her hand to trace Jeno’s gun, her sudden caress took him by surprise. From his gun, her hand trailed to his own. Touching his long fingers, to his prominent veins. Her touch was light and held no danger whatsoever,

Or so he thought.

She whirled around, faster than Jeno could even process. In a blink of an eye, she had already slapped the gun from his grip causing it to drop on the floor somewhere. She had bent his arm in a way no arm should be bent. She had him quickly pinned to floor, her legs on both sides of his hips with a knife pressed to his throat.

“Let’s try this again, shall we? Like normal civilized people.” She breathed. Jeno too was trying his hardest not to breathe too much, or else his throat would come in contact with the knife. His dilated eyes narrowed at her, as he took a breath.

“Normal civilized people?” He mocked her tone, his voice a bit raspy. “You have a knife pressed against my throat.”

“You had a gun pressed against my neck.”

“Does it look like I have a choice? I’m in your territory.”

Yeji glared at him as she pressed the knife further into his skin causing a drop of blood to appear.

“Stop! Stop!” Jeno flinched. “I’m sorry.”

With one quick motion, Yeji could have sliced his neck open. She had been dreaming of this for four years, she was almost tempted to give it a try. Although she was fighting all thoughts she had of killing him, one thought had crept up in her mind.

Jeno still smelled like he used too. He smelled like smoke and mint, with a hint of his perfume. Noticing this particular detail made Yeji think how possible it was for everything and nothing to change.

“Well go ahead then,” Yeji prompted, “Explain yourself.”

She could feel Jeno trying to fight, but with one press of her blade, he would stop. She could track his every movement just from the tip of her blade.

“I needed information,” Jeno managed.

“Surprisingly.”

His eyebrow arched, “If you let me go, I could explain.”

“Well let’s see…” Yeji said, pretending to think. “How about no? I prefer if you explained like this.”

“Oh, Yeji”

Click.

The sound of someone pressing the trigger echoed all throughout the alleyway. Yeji looked to her left to see the gun she had disabled a while go still in its position. She looked back on Jeno to see him smile, his smile was almost mocking.

“Did you really think I would only bring one?” He asked in a teasing manner. “You don’t know me as much as I thought you would.” He added, mocking her. Famous eye smile a contrast to his actions.

The feeling of cold hard metal suddenly touched her waist. It was as if the gun had started to burn through her clothes and made its imprint on her skin. With no choice, Yeji had to remove her knife against Jeno’s kneck. They both stood up and in unison, put their weapons away.

“The man who died in the Poculum,” Jeno began as he dusted his polo shirt. “Do you remember his mismatched shoes?”

Yeji rolled her eyes, she couldn’t believe she was actually having this conversation with the Jeno Lee, then nodded.

“I found the other shoe in the Han river the other day, the same spot where the first men had died,” He continued, “I think he was able to escape, only succumbing to the madness the next day, in your club.”

“Impossible!” Yeji denied, “What kind of science is–”

“This is no longer in the fields of science, Yeji.”

Her hands had quickly balled into fists, bunching up her blouse in the process. Jeno was really on a whole other level of stubbornness when he was focused on something. She let out a sigh as she closed her eyes,

“What do you want?” She asked, opening them again to see Jeno’s serious expression.

“I need to know whether or not if he is indeed the same man. I need to see his shoes, see if they match, if they do, this madness might be even contagious.”

Contagious,

Meaning to say that the man who had died in her club, his blood spraying in a room filled with her people, might be infectious. If that was the case, the Viper Gang is in huge trouble.

Yeji’s panic started to kick in.

“Maybe they were in some type of cult,” Yeji suggested without much persuasion. “Maybe he didn’t want to be apart of whatever they were doing, only for him to decide that he actually wanted to a day later.” But she had seen the terror of the man during his last few moments, he couldn’t speak but his eyes told everything Yeji needed to know.

Oh dear God she knelt beside the man, looked him in the eyes, and asked him what caused it. What were the chances of her getting infected?

“You and I both know that something’s not right here.” Jeno said, breaking Yeji’s small panic attack. “By the time this has alerted departments, many more innocent people will have died.”

Jeno accidentally realized what he had said, causing him to fall silent. Yeji stared at him for a while, her gaze blank, void with any emotion.

“As if you care,” She said quietly, almost inaudible. But he still heard her. “About innocent people dying.” She looked away from him in case he could see the slight water in her eyes.

Every muscle in his body tensed.

He inhaled sharply, “Fine,” he paused, “My people.”

Hearing it from him definitely felt worse. She let out her breath she didn’t know she was holding and turned around.

“Move.” She said, walking away. Only this once would she allow herself to help him, she needed the answers too. “The morgue closes in a few hours.”

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Gateway Drug | Part Eighty

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My dad always used to tell me, "wisdom is being young enough to get away with doing something stupid, but still knowing better."

I never paid any attention to it because I didn't have any stupid decisions lined up at the age of eight. Or thirteen. Or sixteen...I guess because I never experienced the art of bad decision making and their damnable consequences, all of that pent up stupidity broke loose when I was seventeen and didn't slow down until I was in my thirties.

Young enough to get away with doing something stupid…

"What the hell are you thinking, Duff?" His older brother yells.

I'm listening with my ear pressed to the door, waiting in the hallway outside of Duff's apartment...trying not to be too mortifiedly embarrassed.

"Matt, it's—"

"—You're fooling around with a married woman, Duff, I know exactly what it is!" He yells.

"They're getting divorced, Matt, alright? It's not like I'm-I'm just sleeping with her for the hell of it!"

"She's getting out of a six year relationship and getting a divorce at twenty-three, Duff, don't you fucking think the reasonable thing for you to do is back off and let her actually process that before having sex with her?!"

"It's not like I'm taking advantage of her! I'm not! She loves me—"

"—She's lost! She's vulnerable! She's confused! She'd fall in love with any bone head that was a good guy right now!" He shouts at him. "What are you thinking, Duff? I mean, honestly, what the hell are you fucking thinking?"

"I-I don't know!"

"What the fuck happens if the media gets ahold of this? If mom finds out that her son is getting hot n' heavy in cars in dark parking lots with a married girl!"

It's quiet for a second.

"I would explain that they're getting divorced, and—"

"—Bullshit. You know what she'd say? 'Married is married until divorce is finalized'." He states.

"I think mom would be pretty understanding, Matt. I don't think she'd judge me like you are or try to talk me out of it."

"You sound like dad right now, you know that? Just fucking like him." He cuts. "And it's bullshit because I know you aren't anything like dad which is why I'm so stumped right now."

"It's not that big of a deal." Duff argues.

"Has she filed yet?" Matt asks next, not skipping a beat.

"W-What?"

"Has he filed yet? Have they filed yet?"

"I don't know—it's not my fucking business."

"So you're just sleeping with her and you don't even know if they're even splitting up at this point? Of course not because she probably doesn't even know what she wants!"

"She told me she's gonna divorce him." Duff tells him, certainty in his tone.

"Well, actions speak a hell of a lot louder than words, don't they?" Matt fires at him.

...but still knowing better.

The door opens quickly and I pretend I wasn't listening, taking a few steps back as Matt storms out, giving me a second glance before walking down the hallway to the stairs.

I peek into the apartment to see Duff pacing, not paying any attention to me still being out here.

I take a breath before heading after him.

"Matt," I say when I get to the parking lot as he goes to his car, "wait."

"You don't owe me an explanation about it, sweetheart, it's between me and my brother." He tells me calmly, getting into his car.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I ask him, catching my breath, before he can close the door.

He looks at me for a second.

"Do you? Or a wife or a boyfriend or something?"

"I have a girlfriend." He tells me.

"How long have you been with your girlfriend?"

"Like, almost a year, now." He replies, not seeing the point of telling me this.

"I bet you're really good to your girlfriend, Matt." I say, and he slowly catches on, sighing a little.

"I try to be."

"Nikki wasn't good to me. For years. While he was killing himself with drugs, he was killing me with how he treated me and how he acted and when you really love somebody you sit and make excuses for them to make however they're killing you seem justified, and it's not. It never is." I explain, a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. "And you don't realize it until one day you're watching a woman you loved and trusted tell the world she's been having an affair with your husband. And then those rose lenses shatter and it's clear. You've spent years of your life giving everything to someone who would probably trade you for an ounce of smack if he ran out." I sniffle. "I really loved him, and you're right, I do still love him. I do. But I also know I'd rather die than willingly throw myself back into that hell. I haven't filed yet, but I am going to when he gets back from Japan. And I do love Duff, and he's a very, very good man. I don't know the situation with you guys' father and it's not my business, but whoever and whatever your dad is...your brother is the farthest thing from it. And I know you are, too, just from the way Duff's always spoke of you and your siblings. I'm sorry for the trouble, and I know you're just trying to look out for him, but you need to be proud of him. Not for what you saw earlier, but just for the fact he's a really great person in a city filled with selfish pricks. You need to be proud of him, and he needs to hear that you're proud of him."

He lets out another breath, processing what I'm saying, nodding again.

"Have a good night." He mumbles to me, shutting the door, and I let out a breath and head back upstairs, seeing Duff stopped pacing and eventually just plopped onto the couch.

He looks at me when I come back in, his eyes sad, a solemn look on his face.

"I'm sorry if you heard any of that." He says to me and I sit down on the couch beside him.

"It's okay. He's just trying to look out for you, you know?"

"I know but he doesn't even know the half of it." He sighs. "And I'm not acting like my dad because if I were I'd be sleeping with anything in a skirt and leaving my wife to deal with my eight kids.

He tells me lowly, hurt in his voice.

I try to find the humor in it, nudging his side.

"You have a wife and eight kids?" I ask, smiling a little and he looks at me, his lips tugging at the corners.

"No," his lips crack the smallest of smiles for a moment, "but even if I did I wouldn't treat them like shit." He adds.

My hand comes up to discreetly brush against my stomach.

"Your brother just wants the best for you." I tell him.

"Who cares? It's not his or anybody else's business." He replies, leaning back, rubbing his forehead.

"I love you." I offer, hoping the words make him relax a little.

He huffs out a breath, finally looking at me, his hand grabbing mine, pressing it to his lips.

I did love him, just not the way I thought I did. I mean, when I was in love with Nikki, it was evident to everybody. I looked at him like I worshipped the ground he walked on—because I nearly did. With Duff, people had to ask me whether I really loved him or not. I always thought it was because we were moving so fast that it seemed abnormal, but in photos when Duff and I were together it was obvious he and I had no fucking clue what we were doing. We were happy with each other, and loved each other, but it was like we both subconsciously knew we weren't going to workout. At least we eventually accepted it.

I could've divorced Nikki, eventually married Duff, anyway, and made the same bizarre decision that Tansy and Axl made to divorce twice before finally getting married a third time, years later, when their shit was together—because even if Duff and I did get married, we wouldn't have made it through the early 90s.

A couple mornings later, I'm going back to my house since the coast is clear from Nikki since he left for Japan.

Checking the mail, I furrow my brows as I'm sorting through the bills, randomly seeing an envelope with my name on it.

I take the mail inside and open my letter.

"What the hell?" I mumble, looking at a couple hundred dollar bills.

Then it hits me.

"Hello?" Karen's voice on the other end of the phone, chipper as ever.

"Why the hell am I getting sketchy money from Elektra?" I ask.

"It's from 'Wild Side', Viv." She explains. "Because Nikki credited you as one of the writers, remember? They couldn't write you a check because it's under the table." She adds.

"Under the table?"

"To avoid—"

"—Well, I don't want it." I state.

"Viv, you're getting a divorce. I'd keep every dime I could, honestly." She advises.

"Karen, that's no…" I trail off, my mind running a mile a minute, piecing it together. "What time is it in Japan?"

"Uhm, like, 2:00a.m. maybe?"

"Where are they staying?"

"Vivian—"

"—I need to talk to Doc. Where are they staying?"

I didn't want to talk to Doc. Don't ask me how I managed to harass my estranged husband from 16 time zones away, but, I did.

"You knew you were gonna divorce me, you piece of shit, that's why you credited me so I'd get money to cover divorce court!" I accuse viciously.

"I don't fuckin' know what you've been smoking, Vivian, but you sound insane right now!" He fires back.

"What I've been smoking? What the fuck have you been smoking, Nikki?! Huh?!"

"Have you been sleeping, Vivian?! You're being fucking psychotic!"

"I'll get on a flight and show you fucking psychotic, asshole, you set me up and then left the fucking country!"

"I credited you as a joke—I didn't think they'd actually take it serious and send you part of the royalties!"

"Bullshit! You and Vanity planned for her to tell everybody about your bullshit with each other, knowing I'd leave you and file for divorce so you could be together!"

"If I was that fucking mean, Vivian, I wouldn't have credited you so you wouldn't have gotten paid shit, you crazy bitch!" He insists. "And take your goddamn medication!"

He hangs up and I roll my jaw before throwing the phone.

I could've killed him had I felt like flying to Japan.

"Then he tells me I'm being psychotic!" I vent to Izzy over the sound of the vacuum.

"Well, were you?!" He asks me and I cut the vacuum off.

"No, I wasn't. I just called him out on his bullshit because he loves to think I'm stupid."

"What exactly did you say to him?"

"That he credited me so I'd get money, that I'd probably put toward paying for a divorce."

"That's not too bad." He furrows his brows a little.

"Exactly. Not to mention the fact I know he's still seeing Vanity and the whole plan was to tell the world they were engaged, knowing I'd leave him, so they could finally publicly be together."

He looks at me funny, before asking, "d-did you tell him that?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, you lost me, Viv."

"What?"

"That's complete bullshit." He states.

"How?"

"How? Viv, the man is on a horse-sized dose of heroin on a daily basis—and the crack he would smoke with Vanity—do you think either of them had the energy or mental compacity to conduct a plan like that?"

"They had the energy to fuck each other, so, my perception of how much they were able to do under the influence has no limits at this point." I argue.

"I think pregnancy has you cuckoo for cocoa puffs." He mumbles.

"Izzy, I'm being serious." I hiss.

"I am, too, Viv." He tells me. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be a complete asshole, but I just don't see Nikki high as a fucking kite coming up with this elaborate plan to leave you so he can be with his side piece while simultaneously deciding he wants you to be financially stable enough to withstand a divorce. He's a mean fucker. If he wanted to leave you, he would tell you to fuck off and file the same day without giving a flat fuck if you could afford it or not." He says. "And he's not seeing Vanity. There's no way she'd keep her mouth shut if they were still together."

"She managed to keep her mouth shut about it for over a year." I grumble.

"Yeah, because she was probably hoping he'd leave you for her."

I stop what I'm doing and look at him.

"Do you think he would've if she didn't tell everybody about it?" I ask next.

"I don't know, Viv." He answers honestly.

"Would you?"

He glances at me, serious for a moment, before the hint of a smile tugs at his lips.

"Never in a million years." He says and I smile a little. "Would you leave me for Duff?"

I pretend to think for a second.

"Depends on who's better in bed." I reply with the response I expected from him and he just blinks at me.

"Fuck you." He says and I laugh, eventually getting quiet, really thinking about what I said the last time we spoke.

"I'm not gonna do that to Duff." I say to him and he just looks off for a second.

"What made you change your mind?"

"He really loves me, Izzy."

"Yeah, he does." He shifts on his feet.

"Do you think...like, if him and me stay together…" I don't have to finish it, he already knows where I'm going.

"I think it'll be great for the first several months because it always is." Izzy replies. "But once the new wears off and things get more clear…"

"...Yeah."

NIKKI

"Jesus fucking Christ."

I beat the phone against the wall so the crazy bitch can't call here again.

"Two o'clock in the morning and she's making a long distance call just to gnaw my balls over something I didn't even fucking do? And bringing Vanity back up? What the fuck's her problem?

So, she got money for her credit, oh well. Plenty of people wouldn't necessarily mind seeing a couple hundred dollars for them in their mailbox but of course her ungrateful ass can't even be thankful for it." I hiss to myself pacing my room. "Cunt." I add, grabbing my bottle of wine from the TV stand, taking a big swig of it.

"Fuck her." I state next. "Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her...fuck," I take my wedding band off and throw it at hard at I can at the mirror in the corner of the room, on the wall, "her!" I yell when it makes impact, taking a step back, and another, falling flat on my ass.

I don't have the energy to get up, laying on my back and staring at the ceiling.

Just like my dad.

Just like my mom.

She just fucking left me...and I made her.

"Fuck her." I refuse to admit aloud it's my fault because it's not.

Sure, I fucked Vanity, I cheated on her first, but that doesn't give her the excuse to do the same to me.

"Fuck her." I repeat again.

I kept trying to convince myself I hated her. The truth was I hated myself, and was just trying to get that frustration out by turning on her.

It was easy to do when I imagined her under Duff while I was across the world, suffering, telling myself repeatedly she didn't give a shit about me.

She was probably thinking of me under a random groupie the entire time I was gone, and I don't blame her. I stayed under random groupies any other time, so why would Japan be any different? Especially after she and I were separated and had no obligations to each other.

I didn't have sex in Japan, honestly. I couldn't. I was too fucked up. I would try to, but it just wouldn't go over too well. My body was give out from abuse, my hands were scabbed from picking, my skin ate up with track marks, my face was sallow.

Fans would tell me they were worried I had the flu and I'd laugh it off and promise I was okay, then go to my room and stay locked in there until I absolutely had to leave.

I was on smack, constantly, to the point I wasn't even high but just shooting smack as maintenance, which served as a good excuse when a big magazine reporter came to Japan to talk to me and the guys about the tour and when the topic of Vanity came up…

I try to keep from rolling my jaw as the loser starts his question cautiously, testing the waters to see if I'm going to cut him off and tell him to ask another question or fuck off, or if I'm okay with it.

I remember Vivian's bullshit idea about me and Vanity wanting her to find out about the affair so she'd leave and we could be together.

Why the fuck would I go through that much shit just to be with someone like Vanity?

Leaving Vivian to be with Vanity is like leaving the frying pan to hop into the fire dick-first.

With this in mind as, "so, who is she to you?" finally leaves his mouth in reference to Vanity, pen in hand, ready to jot my answer and spread it around America the second it leave my lips, I pretend to think for a moment, and finally reply, "she was my fiancée."

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An Arrow in the Heart

Greek/Roman mythology Au

Tom Holland x Reader

Tom Holland as Eros.

Reader - Y’all see soon.

A/n: Hello my dear people, welcome to my new story. It’s based on a screenplay i wrote but wanted to people to read it. I hope you like it. Its gonna have more action than this. This is kind of like the prologue, so yea.... Lets start.

Part 0: The beginning of life

(Y/n) never imagined she’d hate her life. She always felt that she was meant for greatness, that she was important, but, little by little, this went fleeting her mind. Now she’s in college, trying to pay attention while glancing at her watch every thirty seconds. She knew that if she were late, all hell would break loose.

Her professor, Mr. Brown, kept talking about their grades and how it was essential to finish with time for revision, as he would not use his free time to counsel students. He kept writing on the black chalkboard and laughing at his jokes—all slow and monotonous, with no spark of excitement.

“I know I’ve exceeded my time, but just bear with me for a minute…” He opened his presentation, dragging down the white background, and putting on the final project’s instructions. (Y/n) looked at the blinking red numbers, it stated 4:05, and at that exact time, her phone turned on with a notification. Ariti Restaurant - Shift starts at 5 pm. Mr.Brown started talking again, all about the project and, right there and then, she knew she was going to be late. Tardiness was never her parents’ favorite attribute of the “new” generation.

“Fucking hell…” She mumbled under her breath. She took one last glance at the clock, that had changed from 4:05 to 4:15 and decided to leave the class. She didn’t want to face her mother’s wrath. She grabs her stuff and goes quietly. She runs out of the building and to the street. She then proceeds to walk fast towards the nearest station. She stops at a crosswalk and looks at the red sign as the cars passed. Her phone chimed this time, she looked at it, and it stated 4:30. She was going to be late, horribly. She should have left minutes ago.

The crosswalk turns green, and she bolts two blocks down. She then proceeds to get to the station, run down the stairs, past the ticket, and enter. She looks for the red lane, it’s to the left, and runs as fast as her feet could take her. She gets to the platform just in time for the doors to close, and a few seconds later, the train to leave.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” she mumbled under her breath.

(Y/n) stairs at it, heaving as she lets go of her stuff. She turns around and sees a bench, where she proceeds to sit down. God, her mother was going to kill her. She turns on her phone and texts her.

(Y/n): I’m going to be a bit late, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.

She turned down her phone and picked up her journal, where she had various drawing of moments in history that resonated with her, moments she didn’t even know could exist and people she had never met. All had the same feeling, that she had experienced them. A dejavu moment, that had never left her brain. She turned to her last drawing, a white pristine dress adorned a woman, who was holding a sword, next to her a black suited man, who had a box in his hands. It felt familiar yet distant, like something she had seen somewhere. She continued drawing, outlining the woman's hair, she still didn’t have er features defined.

The train came a few minutes later and she got it. It speed out of the platform and into the view of the city. Her phone, which she had on her hand, started vibrating intensely.

Mother: Where are you?

Mother: don't ignore my texts.

Mother: We are going to be late because of you.

Father: Answer your mother's texts, Cythera Cyprus.

Mother: If we miss your brother's game, I won't ever forgive

you.

Father: We expected better from you. Tardiness is not who we

are, Cytherea.

Father: If you don't prioritize your responsibilities, then

why bother coming?

With each text coming through her phone lit up, making her annoyed. She only wanted some peace and quite, for just a moment. She turns enter her phone and looks at her response. It hadn't been sent, she pressed the small red circle with an exclamation point, and to options came out, send/delete. She tries to send it again, and to her luck, the message goes through.

(Y/n) runs in through the back door, of the kitchen. She grabs an apron, hanging on the backside of the wall and puts it on. Her name tag with a miss-spelled name, not even that her parents got right. She grabs a receipt and starts cutting the lettuce, she finishes and proceeds to get the chicken and the pita bread. Her mother strides in, an annoyed look on her face. She looks at what her daughter is doing and rolls her eyes.

“You’re are doing it wrong and you’re late.” Her rough voice called out.

“I'm sorry, it won't happen again. My class ended a bit late today and i just- it was the final project-” The woman, about 55 years old with a frown upon her face, rolls her eyes and scoffs at her.

“I don't like excuses, you should’ve left earlier, I don’t care about your project. Now I’m going to be late.” (Y/n) finishes the Chicken Pita bread and turns around, grabbing a tray and putting the plate on. She grabs a the green drink that comes along and a hummus spread, with pita bread on the side.

“I’m sorry ok? I swear, it wont happen again.” With another disdain look, her mother got out of the way. A small sigh left her lips before a fake smile spread on her face. She read the receipt, table 5, and went there.

“What took so long? I ordered this a while ago.” A frazzled woman raised her voice. She smiled at her politely.

“I know ma’am, we had some problems in the kitchen but we brought you a side of hummus and pita bread on the house.” The lady nodded and continued looking at her phone. (Y/n) left the food and moved to another customer, her mother eyeing her from the side table. She grabbed some more orders and rang up a costumer, where her mother intervened and checked twice if she was doing it right. It was horrible, overbearing and annoying but if she said something, she would be doomed.

“I’m leaving” Her mom announced while she was making more hummus. She turned around and nodded at her. “I expect nothing less than a squeaky clean place and two thousand on the register. I already counted, we have 1950.”

“But its payday, we gotta pay Danny.” She turned around and looked at the cook, a quite 40-year-old man with a sketchy background but didn’t expect to wrok for more than the minimum wage. Her mother hired him on the spot, she was a cheap person.

“I don’t (Y/n), figure it out. I don’t care pay dani and leave the rest.” She nodded and looked at her mother leave, with her hair pressed up and the latest boots that were trending. Sometimes she wonders why they had her. Was it because of pity? Was it because they expected her to be a boy? She just wanted to finish everything, get the restaurant and leave. She’d manage it from for away, from somewhere her parents couldn’t bother her.

Closing time came and before she knew it, she handed Dani his money. He preferred cash not check. She put the chair up on the table and turned all the light out. She smiled at Dani, who opened the glass door and left. She looked at everything one last time, making sure she didn’t miss anything and turned around. She closed the door, locked it and took a step forwarded before she fell to the ground. Her heart was hurting. Was she going to die? What the hell was happening?

“Help, fucking help.” She screamed or tried too. She was to young to die, she wanted more form like. She looked down and saw a golden arrow coming out of her chest and she started panicking again.

“Holy shit, holy shit holy shit.” She repeated to herself. She looked up and saw a man passing her, as if nothing was wrong. “FOR GOD SAKE, HELP ME PLEASE.” She screamed on more time, then the golden arrow disappeared but the feeling of dying didn't. She stayed kneeling on the floor, grabbing her chest, and heaving. Death really was coming. God, if I ever come back as something else, I’m really going to live life this time. She saw a pair of black boots coming closer. They were leather, she was sure of it. She looked up and saw a frizzled man, curly hair, defined jaw-line and a frown upon his face. Yet, all she could feel was love and desire for him.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING TO HER?

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Season 2: The Rankings

Whew. Oh boy.

They were still puttering about in season 1 to an extent. But now? Now they’ve really hit their stride. This season was a veritable chocolate box of delights and I ate my way through it. The overall myth arc was kind of nonsensical, but that emotional throughline? Christ. Spn buries SO MUCH emotional complexity into its leads, and they cashed in every cent in that two part finale. It packs one hell of a punch. And yeah, okay, I knew the broad strokes, the twists and turns. It’s hard not to be spoilered for a season of tv that aired over a decade ago. But reader! It mattered not!! I. Still. Wept. That’s when you know it’s the good kush. 1.) 2x12: NIGHTSHIFTER. This one just snagged the top spot by merit of its sheer ambition. Supernatural often feels like a very empty universe to me, just two guys and one car drifting from place to place. Which is fine, it makes for compelling TV, but they totally flipped the script here and this episode really dazzles precisely because of that contrast. It’s a huge, cinematic episode, a metropolitan setting full of uncontrollable elements, and it’s great to see Sam and Dean so profoundly vulnerable. The outside world is pressing up against the windows. They have sniper dots trained on them! They are, literally and figuratively, out of their depth! We’re not in Kansas any more, baby. God, I haven’t even mentioned the supporting characters. The entire mandroid rant deserves an Emmy. Victor Henrickson’s entrance! Heist movie antics! Agh! 10/10

2.) 2x07: THE USUAL SUSPECTS. Again this episode was a cut above precisely because it showed us what the brothers look like from the outside: sketchy as all hell. It’s so good when reality ensures, because it’s great to be reminded they lead objectively insane lives! Through Linda Blair’s eyes we get to see just how unknowable, feral and amoral they appear to the eyes of polite society. Put under a microscope like this, they’re scary guys! They’re just not socialised like normal people. They don’t really care about being arrested, or about the felonies. Getting arrested is an irritant above everything else. They’re still working the case from the inside. They’re professionals; excellent liars, and totally in sync with each other. The handwritten notes they pass, like delinquent school kids! A delight! The thrill lies in watching Blair slowly unwrap their strange logic, and unravel the mystery of both the brothers and the ghost. Ugh, what a great perspective shift. I’m 100% here for it. 10/10

3.) 2x09: CROATOAN. Ugh, this setting. Small Town Gothic, complete with eerie mist, hostile locals and creepy Stepford vibes. Sam really shone in this episode. He’s so soothing and giant, and it made his suffering at the end all the more devastaing. The real reason this episode ranks so highly is their conversation in the surgery. It just killed me. Dean’s sheer, bone-deep exhaustion, his admission that he’s tired of the life. Sam’s despair, because he knows Dean won’t leave. The performances were so steller. I can’t even really think too deeply about it because it makes me too crazy. 10/10

4.) 2x21: ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE: PART ONE. I loved this finale so much more than the finale in Season 1, LOL. It might just be because I’m more invested now, who knows. The opening of this episode is a piece of art: Boston playing on the car stereo, the rain, the small cafe, the lighting. Gorgeous. I love when they have to interact with ordinary people! It adds so much: texture, humour, personality! It draws things out of Sam and Dean that we just don’t see when they have each other to bounce off of. It was so good to see Ava and Andy again. “I just woke up in freakin’ Frontierland!” The gang’s all here, folks! This episode would rank higher, but recieves minus points for the long boring speech the demon gives Sam, and killing off the first gay in the show 0.2 seconds after her introduction. Anyway. The ending of course unzipped me; Dean cradling Sam’s dead body, muttering “It’s okay, it’s not even that bad.” The elation of their reunion, so devastaingly cut short! Sam, twenty two years old, bleeding out in the mud. The sheer, hopelessness of it all. The horror. My notes for the end of the episode simply read: “Dean oh Christ. Oh my God. Oh no.” It’s just one of those scenes that stay with you long after the credits start rolling. 9/10

5.) 2x20: WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE. I never thought I could be so profoundly upset by watching a man happily mowing a lawn. Dean’s trauma over the loss of his mother has undercut the whole show up until this point, and here it bursts to the fore. What really got me was the simplicity of it all. Just a sit-down dinner, an engagement. A beer on the porch. Fuck, he deserves it. He deserves everything. All the performances were great, they really served to show there’s a whole life in these AU characters. The fact it wasn’t all perfect was bizarrely more devastating. AU Sam’s weird straight hair and dorky jacket sealed the deal for me, as did his baffled terror in the warehouse. But even here, with no training and no idea what’s happening, he gets into the Impala! Because that’s his brother! Because I’m a huge baby I had to remove points because of how upsetting I found Sam’s quiet hostility towards Dean, HA. But that’s really just a testament to how well-realised their dynamic has become by the second season. 9/10

6.) 2x15: TALL TALES. Every single thing Sam does in any of Dean’s memories. Also alien slowdance set to “Lady in Red.” Also Bobby breaking them up like they’re petulant children. Gold, all of it gold. 9/10

7.) 2x11: PLAYTHINGS. So I’m a slut for a cool setting, obviously. Turns out, Supernatural did The Haunting of Bly Manor fifteen years ago. The swimming pool! The attic! Creepy dolls! The weird little playground! This episode has it all! I loved the saga between the ghost sister and the old lady, which would honestly make a killer movie in its own right. But I’m digressing. The main star of this episode was, of course, Dean’s profound and escalating sexual insecurities. “Well, you are kinda butch. People probably think you’re overcompensating.” FATALITY. I would’ve placed this one higher but the weird incestuous undertones kinda squicked me out... however, I did think we were meant to be creeped out by it, which is more than I can say for some other uh. Instances. It was, after all, beautifully paralelled at the end with the two sisters reuniting in death. “I can’t leave here, and you can’t leave me.” SHUDDER. Also, honestly, can Sam have one (1) breakdown on his own without Dean’s own emotional baggage taking over? Older siblings, smh. 9/10

8.) 2x22: ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE: PART TWO. This one ranks lower than part one purely because I thought the yellow-eyed demon’s overall plot was kinda nonsensical, and I cared not for John’s weird deux ex machina moment. Like do you expect me to feel sorry for that bitch? I don’t! Anyway, that being said, let’s move on to Dean’s eyes in the junkyard when Bobby asks him, “do you have that low an opinion of yourself?” They’re so flat. So dead, like a shark’s. He doesn’t need to say anything back, because it’s all over his face. That non-expression says it all. This is the culmination of the emotional arc that began with his savage beatdown of the Impala in episode 2x02. To call it survivor’s guilt wouldn’t even begin to cover what Dean goes through this episode. It’s all in Ackles’ performance; in the the way he yells, “What am I supposed to do now, Sammy?” The complete claustrophobia of it all. There’s nothing for it but to make the deal. Dean’s been moving inexorably towards this moment for the entire season. 9/10

9.) 2x13: HOUSES OF THE HOLY. What a kooky little episode! Magic fingers! Sam’s costcutter seance purchases! The scooby-doo placemat he uses as a makeshift altar! I love him, your honour. Obviously this episode has a lot of *~dramatic irony~* in it because of the later seasons, but it stands alone as a total banger. I was so gutted for Sam when the "angel” was revealed. So many good little Sam moments to be found in this episode. His soft, quiet little revelation that he prays every day. His awkward, earnest explanation to the horrified priest! Dean gets some great moments chasing down the would-be rapist down those dark, snow-covered streets. His speech to Sam where he explains his lack of belief is brief, but it’s a total gut punch. Rounding it off with Knockin on Heaven’s Door was just the cherry on top. 9/10

10.) 2x14: BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN. Ahaha I love the way Dean acts whenever Sam’s psychic powers come up. He treats him like a rebellious teen, it’s so funny. “What’s going on with you, Sam? Smokin’, drinkin’?” As if Sam’s behaviour was a) at all under his control or b) anything Dean wouldn’t HIMSELF do. Dean’s just like, this isn’t how I raised you! Truly hysterical. The whole sequence between Meg!Sam and Jo was fantastic and horrible. Sam’s huge physique is never threatening, but it really was in that moment. The interplay between them was totally spine-tingling. Meg’s impression Sam slowly crumbling away over the course of the episode was so compelling and I’m sure it will be a really fun rewatch now I know the *twist*. 9/10

Favourite lines this season:

The way Sam says “black cat’s bone” in 2x08

“You’re not gonna go kill somebody because a ghost told you to, are you insane?!” - Dean, 2x13

“Dean, this is a very serious investigation, we don’t have time for your blah blah blah blah.” - Sam (according to Dean), 2x15

“I’m fine, except for every single thing that’s happening.” - Ava, 2x21

#I feel like I'm exposing myself as a sam girl here #I love them equally I swear #supernatural #there's so much i left out like my comprehensive love for JO #what does she have? A KNIFE #I just didn't really dig NO EXIT as an episode sadly #spnwatch

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Call of the Ocean Chapter 8: Danger Danger and a Heartbreaker

Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Mermaid!Reader

Word count: 5829

Chapter summary: Dean’s made up his mind, he’s starting a new life in Texas. All he has to do is survive his Pops’ party and he’ll be on his way, but of course, nothing’s that simple.

Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.

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A/N: This series is a collaboration with @flamencodiva . Also, text dividers were made by @talesmaniac89 check out her SPN resources and fics! They’re awesome!

Next chapter will be posted this saturday, september 12th :D

On the day before the party, Dean made it his mission to avoid his Father and Lisa. He had told Andrea to hold his calls, only letting Sam or his Mother through. Mick had come to see him, they both looked over the contract that Lucifer industries had drawn up.

“I see what you’ve been sayin, Dean,” Mick sighed as he rubbed his eyes.

By now both men had shed their jackets and rolled up their sleeves. Leaning against the desk they went over the contract line by line. Having to stop every now and then for a few brain breaks.

“I don’t get it,” Dean scratched at his stubbled jaw. “It’s so simple yet complex at the same time. They are asking for the first party, that’s us? I think…” Dean scratched at his head. “The first party agrees to accommodate the second parties technology, henceforth known as the archangel engine, to use in their products providing it works first class.” Dean looked up at Mick, who seemed as puzzled as he felt. “Only the heir and CEO should take full responsibility for said affairs and the first party agrees to the second parties observations of parties materials while agreeing to use any and all parts while the second party will take precedence over material affairs and… yeah, I’m dizzy.” Dean sighed.

After a few minutes of silence, Dean growled.

“I’m not signing it and neither are you. It basically says that a Winchester heir needs to sign. That much I can guess from the second clause.” Dean pointed to the clause in the contract.

“I wonder if I could have a few contacts back in London give it a once over,” Mick sighed as he ran a hand across his face. “I’m sure there is someone there who can figure out the wording.”

“Thanks, Mick.” Dean sat in his chair and leaned back. “The last thing I need before I leave after the party back to Matagorda is for this company to be in the hands of Nick Pellegrino.”

“I know, Sir,” Mick coughed when Dean glared at him, “Sorry… Dean. You’re going to have to give me a few to get used to that, mate.”

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yeah, but don’t be a stranger. You need me just call or stop by Texas.”

The two men looked at the clock before grabbing their things. Dean let Mick go out first as he decided to tie up some loose ends. The meeting between himself, Mick, and Samuel went very well. Sam had been there to make sure everything was legally binding. His father was left out of the decision. He only hoped that the birthday party tomorrow would be drama free. He just had to find a way to avoid Lisa at all costs. If anything, he could always try and call a friend to help him out, maybe Charlie?

He shook the thought out of his head as a knock came to the door. Rolling down his sleeves, he smiled when his mother poked her head in.

“You busy?” She smiled.

“Never too busy for you, Ma,” Dean walked over to her and kissed her cheek. He double checked the halls making sure his Father and Lisa were nowhere in sight.

“Well,” She sat on one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Your Father tells me you have a date for your Grandfather’s birthday? When were you going to tell me you were seeing someone?”

“I’m not,” Dean growled. “Dad is trying to set me up with the VP of Lucifer Industries. I am not seeing that woman nor am I taking her to Pop’s birthday bash.”

“Your Father is starting to irritate me,” Mary sighed. “He means well Dean. Please, for the sake of peace, just take this girl to your grandfather’s birthday. What harm could it do?”

“You can’t be serious? Mom, I told that woman I was not taking her to the party. There is nothing you and Dad can do to make me take her.” Dean crossed his arms.

“Dean Winchester!” Mary growled. “Your father commited you to take this woman to your Grandfather’s birthday. As wrong as it is, she is a VP at a competing company that could very well be our downfall. You will smile, dress up in your best clothes and take her to that party!” His mother demanded.

“But, Mom…”

“Don’t!” She hissed. “Dean, the last thing we need is for this woman to find any excuse to give our company a bad name. I know what Nick is capable of, I knew his father. Trust me when I say that we should just take this in stride. Your father likes to think that I have no idea about the business.”

Dean rubbed his eyes, “fine,” he relented before giving her a soft glare. “But that is where it ends. I do not want her anywhere near me or Matagorda.”

“I will try but I can’t make any promises when it comes to your father.” She gave him a sad smile. “Things will work out, Dean. I know Cassie hurt you, If I ever see her again my hand will meet her face.”

Dean had to smirk at his mother’s comment, “Thanks, Mom.” he fixed himself up before grabbing his briefcase, placing the contract inside. “Let’s be thankful I never considered giving her Grandma Deana’s ring.” He cleared his throat, “I’m going to head to Sam’s. I’ll see you at the party tomorrow.”

“Alright, hun,” Mary kissed his cheek before leaving his office.

He waited until the door was once again closed, before running to it and checking quickly that his father and Lisa were still nowhere near. Seeing no signs of them, he gave a little sigh of relief before closing and locking the door.

He ran a hand through his hair, then ran both hands through his face in frustration.

“Son of a bitch.” He growled.

As much as he loved his Pops, he really wished he had never come back to Kansas.

Walking back to his desk, Dean thought about his mother’s warning. As much as he hated to admit it, she was right.

It hadn’t occurred to him before, but now, it was clear as day with his mother’s words: if Lisa was VP to Lucifer’s company, it was for a reason. With the reputation that they had, Dean already knew that Lisa had to be sketchy. If he screwed up, Lisa could probably find a way to make him pay for it.

He’d been cornered all along, and Lisa had just been waiting for him to see it.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy, nearly falling into his chair. He was screwed. He was going to his grandfather’s party with that woman, whether he liked it or not. Reaching over to the phone on his desk, he clicked the button that connected him to Andrea’s line.

“Andrea,” he began. “Give Miss Braeden a call. Tell her that I’ll be waiting for her at the entrance of the party tomorrow.”

Andrea spoke after a beat of astonished silence. “Are you sure, Sir?”

“No,” he admitted. “Not at all… But please do this for me, Andrea. This will be the last order I’ll be giving you as your boss here at Winchester.”

The line was quiet for a few seconds and for a moment, Dean was certain Andrea would put up more of a fight. She had seen, after all, how much the idea of Lisa Braeden disturbed him.

“Alright, Sir. I’ll let her know.”

“Thank you, Andrea.”

Taking his finger off the button, the line went dead, and the call ended.

Looking around his office, Dean’s eyes landed on the mess that had formed on his desk and coffee table, with copies and pages of that damn Lucifer Industries contract scattered across them. Huffing in anger, Dean stood up and went to gather them up.

Damn fucking contract, he thought as he gathered the last of the pages.

The sound of a notification on his phone pulled him out of his thoughts once again. Grabbing it, Dean looked at the screen, showing the notification of a text message from an unknown number.

Knew you were going to say yes sooner or later, handsome ;)

No. Fucking. Way.

How did you get this number?

Took one of your business cards on your desk. Figured it would come in handy later

This fucking woman…

I trust that Andrea let you know where to find me tomorrow at the party?

I’ll be there by 7pm.

He put down his phone before she could answer. And even when his phone dinged again with another text, he didn’t bother to check what it would say. He didn’t want to know if she had just replied with another ‘ok’ or something else.

The more distance he puts between himself and Lisa, the better. With one last huff, Dean grabbed his messenger bag with the contract inside and slung it over his shoulder. Walking out of his office, he noticed that Andrea had already gone for the night. He smiled when he saw her desk was neatly packed. He could tell she had taken her things, ready for the move to Texas. Walking to the elevator he rubbed his eyes, he needed a drink. He couldn’t wait to get back to Sam’s and pour himself a glass of whiskey.

It didn’t take him long before he reached the Impala, switching the radio on to his favorite band. The loud guitar music filled his ears and his shoulders seemed to relax. He had to talk to Sam about what their Mother told him. The sooner he had things squared away for Matagorda, the better. Reaching Sam and Jess’s house, Dean grabbed his things and made his way inside, using the key Sam had given him.

Walking inside, Dean could smell the familiar aroma of fresh cooked lasagna. His mouth watered from the thought of eating it. Removing his bag from his shoulder, he placed it on the couch before shrugging off his jacket and undoing his tie.

“Smells good, Jess!” he called towards the kitchen as he kissed her cheek. “I take it you had a good day?”

“So far,” Jess sighed. “Sam is in the study. He got a phone call and he’s handling some work stuff.”

Dean looked at his watch, “Now? But he’s home. He should be spending it here with you.”

“The whole contract with Lucifer thing has him pretty nervous.” Jess sighed. “All he’s done is read through that damned contract over and over again the last two days. I wouldn’t be surprised if he knew it word for word by now.”

Dean sighed as he reached for a crystal tumbler and the bottle of whiskey, “I’ll go drag him out for you.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and offered her a smile. “Did you bake pie?”

“It’s your last night here. Figured we could have it as your parting gift.” She smiled sadly.

“That’s all I ask,” Dean chuckled. “I’m going to go drag bitch out of his hole. And you two are welcome in my home in Matagorda anytime you know.”

“Thanks, De.” She put a hand on his shoulder, giving him that look that let Dean know she was being serious. “Now go get your brother. I’m hungry.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Dean made his way towards Sam’s office and burst through the door. “Ok, Bitch. You need to stop working and go be with your smoking fiancée before she changes her mind about marrying you.”

“I’m almost done.” Sam waved him off. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

“No,” Dean walked over and took the contract away from him. “Now. Mick is going to have a friend in Britain look it over, so stop right now and let’s go eat. Besides,” Dean ran a hand across his face. “I’m escorting Lisa Braeden to the party tomorrow.” he coughed before heading to the door.

“What?!” He heard his younger brother exclaim. Before he could make it to the kitchen, Sam took ahold of his arm, and turned him around to see his bewildered face. “Tell me that was just some trick to get me out of my office, dude.”

“Well…” Dean shrugged. “Mom said something about how it would look bad if I stood her up and it could bite the company in the ass. Then she mentioned Dad and how it wasn’t fair, but mostly about her feeling that Lucifer Industries might be up to something.” Dean sighed. “Dad really screwed me over.”

“Yeah, no argument there.”

“Sam, let’s just eat and enjoy my last night here. Jess made lasagna and pie,” Dean looked at his brother. “We can talk about the Matagorda shop. I have some papers to show you about ownership of an abandoned garage.”

“None of you will do anything else until you’ve eaten dinner and I’ve talked with both of you.” Jess interrupted. “I’ve barely talked to my fiancé and future brother-in-law the past two days.”

“Sorry Jess,” Dean nodded. “You’re right. We should talk about something else.”

“Thank you.” she sighed in relief.

Sam walked over to her and gave her a chaste kiss, mumbling an apology and a sweet ‘I love you’ Dean almost didn’t hear. Jess smiled warmly, whispering the words back to Sam. Dean couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous of Sam and Jess’s relationship. He cursed the day he ever met Cassie and wondered if he would ever find someone who made him as happy as Jess made Sam.

If it happens, it happens, he reminded himself, trying to shrug off his jealousy.

Dinner was pleasant, and Jess’s lasagna was just as delicious as always, but she made him promise that he would be the one cooking when they visit him in Matagorda.

“What kind of theme do you think Pop’s went for this year?” Dean smiled as he bit into the pecan pie Jess baked.

“Masquerade, I think.” Jess took another bite of her own piece of pie. “Which reminds me, I need to go help your Mom and Balthazar tomorrow to make sure everything is ready on time.”

“Balthazar is planning this?” Dean looked between Sam and Jess. “Then it is going to be one hell of a party! Wonder if I should extend my stay one more night before I drive back to Matagorda?” Dean finished off his slice of pie and reached for another piece.

“You know you can always crash here,” Sam smiled at his brother. “But I would hold off on all the partying if you are escorting Lisa Braeden to the Party.”

“Sam’s right.” Jess agreed. “And if you’re leaving after the party, then no drinks for you.”

“I know, I know,” Dean sighed. “But at least a few glasses of whiskey.” Dean smiled. “If I don't people will ask questions.”

“You’re going to drive twelve hours, Dean,” she insisted. “You’re not going to drink anything. Screw the others. If you get yourself killed on your way to Matagorda, I will personally destroy whatever reputation you have left.”

“Jess,” Dean chuckled. “I can drink two glasses tops and water the rest of the night. I promise, just two glasses of whiskey and I will be fine.”

“Fine.” Jess huffed. Looking him straight in the eye. “Two glasses. That’s all.”

“I promise, Jessica.” He met her stare. “Two glasses. That’s all.”

“Thank you,” she sighed.

“I think I’m going to head outside and chill by your pool. It’s just as relaxing as listening to the waves back at the beach house.” Dean grabbed his dirty plate and placed it in the sink for Jessica.

Grabbing the bottle of Whiskey and his glass he made his way outside. He wished he was back in his new home. He was dreading being at the party tomorrow. But he had no way out of his situation.

He discarded the bottle and his glass of whisky. Staring at the water, he started taking off his shoes, socks, and the rest of his clothes until all that was left were his boxers.

He couldn’t outrun his problems, but he could swim and soak in the water.

Dean took a little head start, then ran to the edge of the pool and dove into the water cannonball style. His mind drifted back to his dreams, the beautiful woman that appeared in them, to the flash of purple he had caught in the water before he had had to head back to Kansas, and tried his best to let those thoughts drown out everything else. He never noticed Sam had decided to join him. A splash of water to his face brought him out of his thoughts.

“You okay there, Dean?” Sam smiled. “You look like you could fall asleep in here.”

“Yeah,” Dean sighed, “I’m fine.”

“Yeah, totally.” He agreed sarcastically. “That’s why we’re swimming in our undies.”

“Sorry about being here in my boxers,” Dean smiled. “It was a spur of the moment kind of dip. Besides,” He shrugged. “Could have been worse. I could have brought over a random girl and well…” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Do not finish that sentence.” Sam threatened, splashing Dean’s face.

“Don’t splash me, bitch,” Dean splashed him back with a smile.

His brother’s hair ended up covering half of his face. When Sammy lifted it, Dean was met with a bitch face that was barely containing a smile.

“Do that again and you’re dead.”

Dean splashed him one more time, resulting in both brothers starting a splash war in the pool. Both of them laughed as they splashed at each other. It took Dean back to when he and Sam were both small and life was simple. Neither of them noticed the very annoyed but still amused blond who stood looking at them with her arms crossed across her chest.

“I swear you guys are the most childish men I have ever met,” she called out, making both brothers stop like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Um,” Sam gave her a bashful smile. “Hey, sweetie. We… um… want to join us? The water is really great right now?” Sam tried to give her his best flirtatious smile.

“No thank you, boys.” She smiled.

Sam and Dean shared a look, and shrugged at each other.

“Ok.” Sam conceded. “Could you help me please? I left my towel in that chair over there. Please, honey?”

Jessica rolled her eyes as she walked over to the patio chair and grabbed the towel while Sam and Dean climbed out. Handing Sam a towel she leaned up to kiss his lips.

Dean cleared his throat, "going to take a shower and get to bed. You yay have a good night."

Jess and Sam were in a heated kiss. Sam’s only response was a wave to his brother. Making his way inside, Dean took a quick shower before curling up in bed.

The next day, Dean woke up to his mother and Jess talking by the dining room table.

“Morning,” he grumbled as he made his way to where Jess kept the mugs.

“Morning, Dean,” his Mother walked over and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “What time will you be leaving for Matagorda?”

“After Pop’s party,” he grumbled. “I just hope Ms. Braeden isn’t expecting anything.”

"Dean…" Mary warned.

"I promise," he held up his hand, "I will be the perfect gentleman."

His mom nodded in approval.

“But if she decides to drag me to the coat closet…” he smirked into his coffee cup.

“You know better than that.” Mary rolled her eyes in frustration. “You may make mistakes sometimes but you wouldn’t do that… would you?”

“Hey, if she drags me,” Dean shrugged, “Who am I to turn her down? Besides, she means nothing. I don’t think anyone will ever mean anything to me in a romantic sense ever again.” Dean refilled his mug with more coffee. “Looks like only one son is going to have a happy ever after Ma. I’ll forever be a bachelor.”

“Jess, will you give us a minute?” Mary asked softly. He didn’t turn around to see it, but he heard the scrape of the chair against the floor and his sister-in-law’s footsteps as she left them alone.

Dean walked over to a nearby kitchen window and stared out towards the backyard. He desperately wanted to be back in his house by the sea. “You can stop worrying about me, Ma.” he sighed. “I’m a big boy, I can handle rejection and being made a fool of.”

“I know. I raised you, after all,” Mary nudged his shoulder in an attempt to cheer him up. When she couldn’t get a reaction out of her son, the little smile she had disappeared, and she took Dean’s chin in her hand so he would look at her. “I want you to be happy, Dean. However that looks like, whenever, wherever… I got you… Alright?”

“Ma,” Dean tried to pull away but Mary held on to his chin.

“No, Dean.” She insisted. “If you being happy means living in Matagorda, if it means going somewhere else or– or whatever you can think of, sweetheart… You deserve to be happy. Can’t you see? You’re working towards your happiness right now. You weren’t– you aren’t happy here. You found a place for yourself, you’re going to build a life for yourself… I don’t know what you think, but you’ve already taken a head start on your happiness, Dean. And I’m proud of you for it.”

Dean let his Mother’s words sink in, desperately trying to keep from crying. “I thought she was the one Ma.” he whispered. He hadn’t had a chance to talk to his parents about Cassie. He never really thought they would be on his side. But something about how his Mother wanted to kick Cassie’s ass made him need her reassurance. “I loved her, and she just…”

“Shhh, Dean, I know…” she cooed. “You don’t have to tell me. Broken hearts hurt like nothing else, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Dean whispered. “She won’t be there will she? I know her grandfather is good friends with Pop’s, but…”

“If she shows up…” Mary shook her thoughts away. “Just don’t do anything you might regret, ok?”

“I’ll try and stay away if she shows up.” Dean sighed. “I should let you and Jess go help out Pop’s. You’ll call me if you need anything?”

“Of course, hun.”

After his mother left and Dean had gotten a little time to pull himself together, he pulled out his phone and called the previous owner of the abandoned mechanic shop he would set up in to make sure the last details were sorted out.

“Mr. Singer?” Dean smiled when his call was answered. “Dean Winchester, how are you this morning?” Dean gave Sam a wave.

Sam had stumbled in, hair tousled and a large hickey decorated his neck.

“A little bit older than yesterday, I’m afraid.” was his response. “To what do I owe this surprise, Mr. Winchester?”

“I take it you want to know about the contract?” Dean hoped that the old man had not changed his mind about letting him own the garage on his salvage yard property. “I was able to have my lawyer draw it up and I’ll be heading back to Matagorda tonight. Are you available tomorrow? If not, I can bring it over whenever you are free.”

“Shit!” the old man exclaimed. “Sorry. Coffee mug’s a little bit too hot. Yeah. Yeah, how about you bring it over the day after tomorrow around midday and we can go over it?”

“That sounds perfect,” Dean smiled, giving Sam a thumbs up. Sam had made his way over to Dean wondering what was going on. “Is it alright if I bring over my associate who will be working on the cars with me? That way he knows what is going on and he can check out the garage we will be working in?”

“Sounds good to me.” Affirmed the man “I’ll be expecting you around 4.”

“Excellent! Thanks, Bobby.” Dean beamed. “I’ll see you the day after tomorrow. Whiskey or Scotch?”

“You should know that bribery will not get you anywhere with me… but bring whiskey.”

Dean let out a chuckle, “Not trying to bribe. Just making sure you can enjoy a good drink while we go over the details. I’ll see you then Bobby, talk to you later.”

“Yeah, right,” he heard the man chuckle. “See you on monday, Mr. Winchester.”

Dean hung up the phone and turned to his brother, “nice hickey you got there. Souvenir from Jess?” Dean wiggled his eyebrows. “Think she’ll be up to give me one?”

“Please stop.” Sam grumbled. “Who were you talking to?”

“Bobby Singer,” Dean smiled. “The garage I need for my startup is on his salvage yard.” Dean cracked his neck, “So, the contract I had you draw up is for him.”

“Great. So, are you actually gonna wear a mask to Pop’s party or are you gonna ‘rebel’ and stick it to Dad by wearing shorts there?”

“I’m going to wear the mask,” Dean sighed. “It would ruin Pop’s party if I tried to get Dad pissed. Besides, I promised mom I would,” -- he lifted his hands and made air quotes -- “behave.”

“Now that is something I have to see,” Sam smiled. “You always have a hard time ‘behaving’.”

Dean shook his head. “Shut up, you ass.”

“Hey, I’m just saying.”

“So you want me to take Lisa into the coat room?” Dean smirked as he made his way to the stairs.

“For the love of– Don’t. You’re an idiot, but you’re not that much of an idiot.”

“Okay, I’m going to go get ready,” Dean sighed. “But If she goes down, I mean… I can still have fun right?” Dean chuckled. “I’ll see you in a few, Sam.”

The few hours before they had to go to the party went by slowly, which made Dean even more wary of going. He stood in his room, nervously glancing at his watch. He could already feel the need to flee. He desperately wanted to get in his Impala and make the drive back.

Giving one last adjustment to his suit (just to be sure that everything was looking good), he took the mask that was lying on the mattress, and after a few tries, he finally got it to stay in place, perfectly tied around his head. With one final look in the mirror he decided that it would have to do. Making his way down the stairs he froze when he saw Jess standing in the living room waiting for Sam. Her crystal blue ball gown fit like a glove. Her blond hair in soft curls around her face.

“Wow,” Dean smiled. “If you weren’t getting ready to marry my brother, I would definitely want to marry you.” he teased.

“Well, thank you,” she teased back, “unfortunately, sooner or later I would end up getting ready to marry your brother.”

“Aww, But I’m such a stud muffin!” Dean let out a playful whine.

“What’s going on here?” Sam asked.

“Nothing,” Dean winked at Jess as a honk came from outside. “I take it Dad decided to rent a limo for the night?” Dean grumbled. “Can’t I just drive Baby? That way I can leave when I feel like it?”

“You do have enough on your plate as it is…” Jess agreed. “And, you driving Baby means more incentive on our you-not-drinking deal.”

“Hey,” Dean smiled, “I’m still drinking two glasses. Besides, I have Baby all packed and ready.”

“Ok then,” Sam nodded, “let’s get going. Last thing we need is anybody giving us looks for running late.”

“Right behind you guys.”

Dean smiled as he made his way to his Impala and started up the engine. He followed the limo as it made its way down familiar streets and roads. All the while, he made sure to blast his favorite rock songs. He had placed his mask next to him on the bench seat. The mask made it hard to see. He would put it back on once he parked Baby in a safe spot. He smiled when he found that the limo was slowing down nearing its destination.

“Well,” he took a deep, hopeful breath, “let’s do this.”

Grabbing the mask he placed it back on his face adjusting it so that it was comfortable. With one last look in the mirror he was satisfied with his look and made his way to the front entrance where not only were his parents waiting, but so was Lisa.

“Ms. Braeden,” he muttered.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Winchester,” she smiled cockily.

“Let’s get this over with,” he smoothed out his hair. “This is a quick appearance and then I’m gone.”

“Whatever you want to say to yourself, Dean.”

“Look,” Dean glared at her, “Ms. Braden, I am only taking you to this event because my father sees it fit to interfere in my life. But I want to make this clear,” he pulled her in close and growled. “I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“The way I see it, I have this evening to change your mind about me. And trust me, Dean, I will.”

Dean rolled his eyes as he reluctantly held out his arm for her to take. Escorting her inside, he made sure to say hello to various clients and friends.

“Dean,” Samuel made an appearance from the crowd. “There he is, the scoundrel!”

Dean smiled, “Hey, Pops!” Dean let go of Lisa and hugged his grandfather. “How’s it feel to have a masquerade party for an old man?”

“It was an interesting suggestion coming from a friend of mine. I’d say it turned out quite well. Besides, with your grandma looking absolutely beautiful tonight... If I get to see her like this, the theme will be the same every year.”

“Samuel,” his wife Deana blushed. “Who is your guest, Dean?” she turned to look at Lisa.

“I’m Lisa Braeden, Sir,” she shook his hand. “I am the VP of Lucifer Industries.”

Dean was almost certain Lisa hadn’t noticed, but his grandmother tensed and her eyes lost a little bit of friendliness for a second.

“Well,” she recovered quickly, “I hope you have a wonderful time tonight. The food is delicious, and I’m certain my grandchild here will give you the best company… but you have all night to be with him. Let me introduce you to some people, dear.”

Dean watched as his Grandmother escorted Lisa away from him and turned to give him a wink. He mouthed ‘Thank you’ to her as his Grandfather moved to stand next to him.

“What is she doing here?” Samuel asked Dean. “She was supposed to report back to Nick that we were still thinking about doing business with him.”

“Ask Dad, Pops,” Dean growled. “He thought it was a good Idea for her to be escorted by me. As if the whole ordeal with Cassie wasn’t enough.” Dean ordered his first glass of whiskey for the night.

Samuel nodded solemnly, “bad timing. Keep a close eye on her, ok?”

“Yeah,” Dean took a sip and hissed. “I’m headed to Matagorda tonight.” He turned to survey the room full of guests. “I promised Jess I would only have two of these. I need to make them last.”

“You will, at the very least, call me to let me know you’re ok, right? Maybe even let us visit you someday?”

“Pops,” Dean looked at his grandfather. “I have a place in Matagorda, you know you and Nana are always welcome any time.” Dean placed a hand on Samuels shoulder.

“Thank you, son,” Samuel nodded. “And tell me, how is it down there? Has someone caught your eye yet?”

“I think I might stick to being a bachelor for a while, Pops,” Dean offered him a smile while shaking his head. “I don’t think relationships are for me. Too much work.” He continued to hold up the wall he was building up after Cassie.

“You do have a point; relationships are too much work.” he agreed. “But that doesn’t mean they’re not for you. Don’t be too hard on yourself, kid.”

Dean hummed and took a long sip of his whiskey, “I think we can leave all the romance and relationship stuff to Sam.” he used the glass he was holding to point to where Sam and Jess were holding each other lovingly as they danced. “He has worked hard for this. He deserves happiness. I’ll take the cards I was dealt with.”

“Son,” Samuel stood in front of Dean, “It took me a long time to find your Nana. And trust me when I say, any woman who breaks your heart is a damn fool. But… the minute you find the girl that can truly capture yours,” Samuel glanced over at his wife who was busy distracting Lisa. “Will be the best day of your life.”

Dean smiled sadly and tried to laugh it off, “might be a cold day in hell before that happens Pop’s. Besides, being a bachelor isn’t so bad. The ladies do love me,” he wiggled his eyebrows making his Grandfather laugh.

“Well you are a Campbell,” Samuel smiled. “Now, go mingle and try to lose yourself in the crowd. I’ll see what Nana and I can do about Ms. Braeden.”

Dean raised his glass and walked away, making sure to stay hidden from Lisa. He looked around the ballroom and sighed. He really needed to find an excuse to leave. But he was sure that people would notice. Sometimes he wished that his family wasn’t as rich and powerful as they were. One more look around and he smiled when he noticed there was a balcony to head out to. He remembered the last time he was here, Cassie was with him. He had thought they were having a good time, and it was the night he had decided that he was going to propose. Until she tore his heart out and stomped on it. Finishing his drink he walked inside towards one of the nearby bar stands and ordered another glass, making it a double. He wasn’t lying to Jess, this was technically his second glass, it was just fuller.

He stopped and greeted Mick, who was there with his date, a Ms. Amelia Richardson. Then, there was Garth and his wife Bess, who seemed to be gushing about her pregnancy. Dean continued to make his round greeting people as he went, all the while looking out for Lisa. Before long he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around the smile he had plastered on faltered when he came face to face with the familiar brown eyes, curly hair, and dark skin.

“Cassie,” Dean breathed.

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Our Chaotic Life (Part 2) - Lewis Capaldi x Reader

Well I told myself this series would be individuals scenes per part and I’d keep them relatively short. Yeah I already broke that on part 2. If you’ve read my other stuff you’ve probably noticed I tend to write long fics so hopefully this was just expected lol Hope you all enjoy part 2!

Paring: Lewis Capaldi x Comedian Reader

Word Count: 2,938

Description: Based on the request: “Lewis and the reader are kinda like a power couple of sorts? Idk it sounds cheesy but maybe she’s like a comedian or something and they are kinda infamous for their TikToks and Instagram Lives and stuff of that sort? Maybe it’s just a compilation of them just being effin adorable?“

In this part Lewis and Y/N go on a date.

Warnings: Some swearing (this is just going to be on every fic tbh)

PART 1

Y/N looks herself over in the mirror for what felt like the hundredth time in the last hour. Everything she put on she hated.

After meeting at the venue, her and Lewis had their first ‘date’ that night after their gigs. The audience had liked both their sets, and they’d gone out for drinks to celebrate. Since then they’d managed to find time for two more dates during the day.

What she wasn’t prepared for was how much she liked him increasing after each date. What had started as a joke, seemed like it was turning into something else. But they’d only had drinks and two lunch dates so far. When he’d called to ask her on another, and she suggested meeting up later for dinner instead, she hadn’t fully thought that through.

Staring at her open wardrobe in front of her, she sighed. The drinks were just that, drinks after a gig. She wore what she’d been wearing all day. And the lunch dates she’d figured were casual, they were just meeting up for lunch and it wasn’t that serious yet. Still just joking about marriage.

But something about getting dinner together, after three dates she genuinely enjoyed, felt like she had to put more effort into how she looked. But how much effort? He didn’t seem the type to dress up too much, but what if he did and she under-dressed? Or she went for it and he showed up in a t-shirt and jeans?

Swearing at the clothes in front of her she finally grabbed something off the hanger and convinced herself it was good enough. As she ran her brush through her hair, she practiced a few lines for her next set in the mirror in attempt to calm herself down.

So far everything with Lewis had been light. Everything was joking around and having a good time, getting to know one another while slagging each other off. Somewhere in there she realized how much she was actually enjoying being around him. And part of her wanted it to be deeper.

Her door bell rings, pulling her from her thoughts as she grabs her things and heads toward the door. Swinging it open reveals Lewis standing on her doorstep with flowers in hand.

“I, thought maybe you'd like flowers?” he asks hesitantly offering them toward her. “If not I’ll chuck them in the bush and we can pretend this part never happened.”

“How uncharacteristically sweet of you,” she teases but accepts them from him. “Come on in, I’ll find something to put them in.”

Following her into her apartment, he looks around the room as she rummages through a drawer in the kitchen. “Nice place,” he comments as he looks at pictures hanging on the wall.

“Thanks,” she shouts back, finally finding something suitable and filling it with water. “Where’d you want to go to eat?”

“Uh, I heard about an Italian place nearby maybe?” he offers as he goes to stand in the entryway of her kitchen.

“Works for me,” she answers, finally setting the vase of flowers on her window sill.

As she turns back toward him, Lewis clears his throat, “You look, really nice by the way.”

Stepping closer to him, she reaches up to lightly squeeze one of his blushing cheeks, “You look pretty handsome yourself, I thought you only owned hoodies.”

“Thought I’d make an effort to look a bit nicer for you tonight,” he teases back as they head out the door toward his car.

The dinner went well, though the wine might have helped calm her down a bit. Being around him was comfortable. He had that ease about him. At some point during the dinner she’d suggested seeing a movie, and that’s how they ended up at some action movie she wasn’t sure either of them were really all that into.

Admittedly she spent more time during the movie overthinking about what him holding her hand meant, than actually paying attention to the plot line.

Heading out to the parking lot they joked about the movie lightheartedly before growing silent as they reached his car. Neither seemingly ready to head back home.

“There’s this place not too far we could go hang out,” she suggests.

“Sure that works for me,” he nods and they get into the car, “So where is this place?”

“Ok this is going to sound sketchy, but just trust me,” she clarifies as she puts the location on the GPS in his phone. “It’s just a field past some wooded areas I used to go hang out at as a teenager.”

“Is that where you’re going to harvest my organs?” he asked with a raised eyebrow as he glances at the GPS.

“If that was the plan I’d not have gone on this many dates with you Lewis, too many witnesses and too much work,” she jokes.

“That wasn’t a no,” he responds as he follows the directions to the location.

“You’re supposed to be my betrothed, and you don’t trust me?” She says in a mock sad voice.

Somehow between the movie theater parking lot and their destination, she found her hand resting on his leg. Neither seemingly wanting to move it, she contented herself with rubbing small circles on his thigh as he drove and they chatted about nothing in particular.

She’d found a pair of discarded sunglasses and put them on at some point, ignoring the fact it was far too dark to see efficiently with them.

“We make sacrifices for the sake of good sunglasses,” he joked nodding approvingly at her choice. “Fuck the sun, look class all the time.”

As they finally reached the place, she shifted the sunglasses up to her forehead and directed him to parked in the center of the field, “Want to get out and stargaze?”

He shrugs, “Sure, I’ll get some music playing.”

Y/N gets out of the car, leaving the sunglasses on the dash, and walks to the front of his car and crawls up on the hood. Behind her Lewis rolls the windows down, and gets out closing the door before reaching through the window to select a radio station and turn the car off.

“Oh, none of your music to play?” she questions as he crawls up on the hood next to her.

“Unfortunately, I don't have my own radio station or record at this point darling,” he responds lightly flicking her forehead.

“Yet,” she comments, laying back to look at the sky.

“Oh?” he comments, laying back beside her. “You believe in me huh?”

“I don’t marry losers Lewis,” she says with a wink toward him, a smile spreading across his face. “Seriously though, you’ve got a great voice, you keep pushing and you’ll make it.”

“Glad you think so,” he replies before they go silent.

After a few minutes of looking up at the stars in the sky, they start telling each other various stories from their childhoods and teen years. At some point she’d found herself flush up against his body, with his arm around her as her head rested on his shoulder.

“How’d you get into comedy?” he asked as he pushed some loose hair from her face.

“When you’re a sarcastic smart-ass you either need to learn to suppress it or harness it,” she says with a grin. “I chose the later.”

“This sounds like a ‘with great power comes great responsibility’ moment,” he chuckles.

“Nah fuck that, it’s a super villain story,” she adds. “But nah.. that’s true, but I just found I liked making people laugh. I can’t say I just discovered a talent and wanted to run with it. I just enjoyed the laughs and smiles on faces. When I was young I just liked the attention, the older I got, I liked being able to just say something that could bring someone’s spirits up. And comedy seemed like something that used what I’m good at, to bring some happiness to peoples lives even if it was just for a half hour set. Sometimes we all just need a moment to forget about all the shit going on in our lives and just laugh. Not much of an origin story, class clown realized she liked making people happy.”

“I think that was the most sincere thing I’ve heard you say since I’ve met you,” he murmurs, holding her closer to his body. “I feel the same way. I love music, and it’s the only thing I could see myself doing because it’s how I enjoy spending my time. But my favorite part is when people tell me after a show how much something I wrote helped them, or just made them happy. People just coming out to listen to me. There’s something fantastic in doing what you love and getting to make a few people happy along the way.”

They sit in silence for a few minutes before Y/N lifts their joined hands to motion vaguely at the sky, “Just noticed Orion is right there.”

“You ever do this sort of thing before?” he asks as he tears his gaze from the sky to look toward her.

“Are you asking if I’ve ever looked at the stars before or if I’ve brought someone else here before?” she says in a teasing tone. “Jealousy I detect?”

“Maybe,” he chuckles. “I suppose both to answer your question.”

“I’ve always come out here alone,” she admits looking toward his face. “At night to just relax, and during the day sometimes to write. It’s removed enough from everything to just be alone to the world, but close enough that as a teen I could be back before anyone noticed I was gone.”

“Who’d have imagined, you’d be a cheeky one like that.”

“I’m certain I’m not alone on it.”

“In sneaking out to look at the stars yes, in sneaking out being places you shouldn’t be at 2 AM, no.”

“Look at this bad boy we have here,” she laughs.

“The absolute worst,” he replies, propping himself up on his elbow to look at her better. “I.. I’ve been really enjoying our time together.”

“Me too,” she says softly, her eyes locked onto his before flickering down his lips and back up.

Leaning down, he captures her lips in a kiss as she releases his hand to tangle her fingers in his long hair. Pulling him closer, within seconds he’s over top of her as their lips move urgently.

Pelvis to pelvis, with both her hands in his hair, and both his on either side of her head, they finally break apart to take a breath, a laugh passing between the two of them.

Her eyes flicker away from his for a moment, “Shooting star,” she whispers quietly, her arms wrapping around his shoulders.

His head turns to look up at the sky, the light from the stars reflecting off the blue of his eyes as she finds herself unable to look away from him. “You make a wish?” he asks as he looks back down to her.

“Maybe I did,” she says softly before pulling him back down by his shoulders so his forehead is pressed to hers, his hair making a curtain around their faces. “What about you?”

“I’m pretty happy with the present moment,” he admits before pressing his lips to hers once again.

“You going to get out to give me a proper goodbye?” she teases standing in front of the driver side door after their drive back to her place.

“Of course,” he answers, getting out to pull her into an embrace. She settles into him immediately before turning her face up toward his to receive a soft kiss.

“I could get used to this,” she murmurs against the fabric of his shirt, a happy laugh coming from him.

“Well you’re going to have to if you stick to your word,” he teases.

“How far’s your drive?” she asks as her arms squeeze him tighter, not wanting to let go just yet.

“Well,” he mutters, sounding unsure about answering. “It’s about an hour.”

“An hour!?” she exclaims, pulling back from him to look at the sheepish look on his face. “You’re shittin’ me right?”

“It’s alright, not that bad,” he shrugs.

“Why didn’t you tell me before? I wouldn’t have suggested the movie or the field, you could have gone home hours ago. It’s like…” she lets go of him to pull her phone out and look at the time. “Lewis it’s 1 AM.”

“We’d just been having lunch dates so it wasn’t a big deal,” he says. “Had plenty of time to get back. You wanted dinner tonight so I was fine with doing the drive late.”

“But we could have come back hours ago so you wouldn’t be this late,” she argues.

“I didn't want to go then,” he answers simply. “I wanted to watch the movie with you, I wanted to go out to the field. I don’t mind getting back late.”

“Lewis that’s stupid, you should have said something,” she huffs before looking toward her house. “Alright turn your car off and get your ass inside, you’re staying here tonight.”

“I- wait what?” he asks astonished. “Staying with you?”

“I’m not letting you drive an hour back home this late, I have a spare bedroom you can you take,” she answers heading toward the door.

“Oh, ok,” he replies still sounding surprised. Getting into his car quickly, he shuts it off then slams the door shut to head into her apartment.

After he makes it through the door, she locks it behind him and beckons him in toward the spare room. Flipping the light on she rummages through the closet to pull out a towel for him. “I don’t think I have anything that’ll be your size, but if you want to shower and at least wash your shirt or something the washer is in the closet in the hall.”

“I usually just sleep in my pants, rest of my clothes should be fine for tomorrow,” he replies, running his hand through his hair awkwardly.

“Bathroom is at the end of the hall on the left, my room on the right. You know where the kitchen is,” she rattles off as she heads back toward the door of the room. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Quickly shutting the bedroom door behind her, she rushes to her bedroom to get changed, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She knew if she’d stayed a second longer in there she’d have just had him get in her bed. And she wasn’t sure if they were there yet. Maybe they were. Maybe they weren’t. Being rejected wasn’t how she wanted to end what had been a good night.

After getting changed, she cracked her door open in case he needed her, and flipped her lights off before crawling into bed.

It was odd she realized. It wasn’t like this was the only time she’d ever brought a man here. But it was definitely the first that she’d made one spend the night in her spare bedroom. Though she’d known most of them longer than she’d known Lewis. Yet… could she say she had the same butterflies he had her feeling? Probably not.

Frustrated, she hugged her pillow to her chest and closed her eyes in an attempt to sleep.

After a few minutes, she hears the door to spare bedroom open, and footsteps coming down the hall. He reached the bathroom, obviously trying to be quiet, but knocked something over in the process as she hears a curse come from the room.

Laughing under her breath she opens her eyes to stare at the blank ceiling above her. After what felt like an eternity, which in reality was probably only five minutes, the bathroom door swings back open, spilling the light into the entrance of her bedroom.

“Lewis?” she calls out before she can stop herself, mentally cursing as she sees him hesitantly lean into the room.

“Everything ok?” he asks.

“No, get in here,” she hisses, sitting up to look at him.

“Wait what?” he hesitates, most of his body still behind the door.

She sighs and runs her hands over her face, “I want you to come sleep in my bed with me Lewis, if that’s not something you want, you can just go back to the other bedroom and we’ll pretend this didn’t happen.”

“I, uh, I don’t mind,” he answers letting go of the door. “But I’m already in my pants, if that’s a problem.”

“Nah, just don’t try anything, I’m tired,” she jokes as she slides back under the sheets.

Stepping into the room, he closes the door behind him before heading over to the other side of the bed and sliding in next to her.

Almost immediately she leans into his chest, and he wraps his arms around her. Laying her head against him she sighs happily as he chuckles.

“Just wanted a little cuddle huh?” he asks as he settles in.

“Mhm,” she hums back. “I’m not sick of you yet.”

“Are we… serious?” he asks gently as he rests his head on hers.

“I’d say betrothed is serious,” she jokes.

“Yeah I know, but that’s been a joke,” he insists. “I just… want to know if this is serious for you.”

“Is it serious for you?”

“Yes.”

“And it’s serious for me, you’re mine then,” she mumbles, feeling the sleep already starting to take over as she enjoys his warmth.

“I guess so,” he says lifting his head to press a kiss to her forehead. “Sweet dreams hun.”

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Diary of a Junebug

Rock and roll the night away!

What better way to escape than getting lost in music? Headphones on, thoughts off - nothing like some good bops to help get you through the day.

KK Slider's been looking into expanding his musical repertoire so he's been playing around with different genres in hopes of creating a brand new sound. And that's how rock and roll night came to be!

Joining us on this musical adventure are Sonja, with her siblings Robbie and Tiffy, and cousin Bubba. It's been ages since Daisy Jane and I have last hung out with Sonja so it's nice that she and her fam dropped by for a visit. I've hung out with Robbie and Bubba a handful of times while this is the first time I've met Tiffy.

Sonja's been meaning to stop by the camp for a while but life has gotten busy. She also wanted her dad and stepmom to come along too but then something came up so they were unable to make it at the last minute. Same thing for her grandma, though to be honest, camping isn't really her thing so it's probably for the best that she didn't come.

Old Thelma Lou may come across as a cantankerous old lady but she really is a nice person once you get to know her. Underneath that rough exterior is a protective, dedicated, and tough mother figure who wants what's best for you, even if she kinda has a hard time showing how much she cares about you. We video chatted with her before the concert and she's still the same old Thelma Lou, keeping an eye on her children, grandchildren, and their friends in her own unconventional ways.

We also chatted with Buzz and Skeeter, both who are doing well. The reason why they weren't able to join us at the camp is because Skeeter's pregnant again. She and Buzz were going to have a boy last fall but there were complications and the baby was stillborn. So far things are moving along smoothly, but to be safe, Skeeter's on strict bed rest. In about four months, Sonja, Robbie, and Tiffy will have a little sister!

Sonja has been busy working on her graphic novel, which she plans to release in the fall. She's a freelance graphic designer and illustrator, known for posting relatable and funny comics online. I love her art - it's got a sketchy and loose style that's sorta minimal yet super expressive. When I got into digital art, I took some inspiration from Sonja's work by using pencil brushes for line art and the gouache brush for coloring.

After working in the studio for hours on the book over the past several weeks, Sonja felt she could use a change of scenery - which was the main reason why she wanted to come to the camp. She also wants to get back into using traditional mediums like painting so she brought along some canvases and paints. The great outdoors is perfect for finding inspiration when you're in a rut!

Robbie runs a fix-it shop in Elmstown with two of his friends. His specialties are clocks and anything that has a lock thanks to his grandma and dad - Thelma Lou likes collecting clocks and Buzz's a locksmith. He's the reason why the family saves so much on repairs - Robbie and his friends can pretty much fix anything! Elmstown is pretty far but I'm keeping his business card in case I need something fixed like my computer since that'll be more cost effective than sending it to the store where I'll probably get overcharged.

It's a good thing we have Robbie here to help KK Slider with the equipment. He had some old amps and guitars that he'd been meaning to get fixed but since they were custom made, it's hard to find parts that need replacement. Thankfully, Robbie never leaves home without his toolbox and with his magic, we were able to improve the stage setup.

Bubba's still living with Thelma Lou, though he's in the process of moving out to his own place. He's not leaving Rayetown though, just moving to the other side of town so he can be closer to the post office. Along with delivering packages for the citizens of Rayetown, Bubba's also a drummer and occasional lead singer for The Cogwheels, a local band that regularly performs at the Chili Bowl.

Thelma Lou and Bubba have a sweet relationship. He's the oldest of the Harp grandchildren through Thelma Lou's daughter. His parents pretty dumped him on Thelma Lou's doorstep when they moved halfway across the country, which wasn't very nice of them. His mom and grandma have a stormy relationship so that explains why Thelma Lou's kinda overprotective of him, and in return he respects her a lot. Recently though, Bubba and his mom have been keeping in touch sporadically - thanks to Uncle Buzz and Aunt Skeeter. As for his dad though, since he walked out on his mom, he hasn't heard from him in years, which he feels is probably for the best.

And there's Tiffy, the youngest (so far) of the grandchildren. She's seven and a half years old and likes to sing and dance. This is her first time being away from home for a couple days so she's pretty excited about it. Plus, she gets to spend time with her siblings, something she always looks forward to since they live far from home. By the time she was born, Sonja and Robbie had already long moved out of Rayetown. Up until Tiffy came along, Sonja and Robbie rarely visited home, a deliberate choice that they both kinda regretted but at the same time felt it was necessary.

Tiffy's looking forward to the new baby - and she's absolutely certain that things will work out this time. She was really bummed about what happened with her brother, especially since she always wanted a little sibling. Buzz and Skeeter had been trying for years to have another kid - they didn't have Tiffy until about six years into their marriage - and that was after being told many times that they missed the boat. It's a good thing they didn't give up or else Tiffy wouldn't be here today!

While helping KK Slider set up for the concert, we also went sightseeing outside the camp. Now that the weather's warming up and the sun's staying out longer, we can venture further out. The first place we went was the mountains, where Sonja was inspired to pull out her canvases and paints. She's been working on landscapes and backgrounds so it was the perfect opportunity. Since she had a lot of fun doing that, I figured we could do the same in other places outside the camp like the woods or the meadows.

As they were testing out the equipment, KK and Bubba were jamming out while Tiffy danced. She definitely inherited Buzz and Skeeter's dance skills! Tap dancing and ballet are her favorites and she definitely wants to branch out to other forms of dance. Her parents are looking into more dance classes for Tiffy, which she's excited for. One of the reasons why she's looking forward to having another sibling is so she can have a dance partner in the future. Imagine, Tiffy and her little sister, dancing together!

Later, Robbie joined in on the jam session, playing the bass. Apollo, Static, and Cherry joined in as well, and before we knew it, all of them were writing new songs that eventually became the setlist for the concert! Sonja later got into the jam session after Daisy Jane showed her around the cabin and her studio. I sense a collaboration between the two in the near future...

Around 5 we finished setting up for the concert and began preparing for a barbecue dinner. By the time all the food was set up, it was time to rock and roll! I have to say, KK and the campers really outdid themselves with the stage setup. It was a mix of performances by KK Slider and jam sessions by us. The concert was an awesome experience!

In the span of one hour, Bubba and KK wrote Road Ode. KK came up with the intricate melody that's a perfect fusion of his signature sound along with elements of classic rock. Bubba came up with the lyrics, taking inspiration from his relationships with his mother and grandma. Easily one of the highlights of the night.

Apollo sang lead on a number he co-authored with KK Slider titled Old Man Blues. It's a bluesy rock and roll tune with a catchy guitar riff that's stuck in my head as I write this. The light show visuals really add to the vibe of this song, elevating it to another level.

Static and Cherry performed Heavy Metal Ballad as a trio with KK Slider - another song that was just finished today. The song was actually three different compositions that merged into one. Cherry has been playing around with a cool heavy metal beat for a while. She had a good thing going on but had trouble turning it into something, so she put it aside in hopes of finding the right spark to kick it off. Static came up with lyrics for the chorus, originally through a little ditty he called Lightning Muses. And like Cherry, he had something but couldn't figure out what direction he wanted to take it. Then along comes KK Slider, who saw the potential in these two wildly different compositions. Somehow, with his verses and additional melodies, he created an instant hit!

In an unexpected surprise, KK Slider got Daisy Jane and I on to perform a new KK original as well as a couple songs from Lilac and the Cadillacs. The new song, Sky Blue Twilight, is a collaboration between me, Daisy Jane, and KK Slider. It was something we came up with a while back, and I had almost forgotten about it until today. I'm pretty rusty from songwriting but working on this piece was pretty fun! I really should get back into writing music...

Sonja, Robbie, and Tiffy also joined Bubba on stage for another new song, titled All That Rock 'n' Roll. Tiffy sang lead vocals with Sonja on the keys and Robbie on bass. Along with being a fantastic dancer, Tiffy's a great singer! I filmed the whole thing for Bubba so he can send it to Thelma Lou, Buzz, and Skeeter. I have to say, KK Slider and Bubba make a great songwriting team!

Another fun song is Violet Blaze, an upbeat rock and roll tune by KK Slider, Candi, Kabuki, and Spike. KK Slider really outdid himself on that guitar solo! With riffs like that, there's no other song fitting to be titled Violet Blaze. What one can't put into words, music expresses it - one just has to listen and feel.

And of course, in between the new songs were KK Slider classics, but remixed. It's amazing how changing up the genre can give well known songs a fresh makeover! That's what I love about KK Slider's music - the versatility. In terms of reinventing his sound while staying true to himself, I'd say KK Slider succeeded with flying colors!

Aside from Tiffy and the early risers, the rest of us have been rocking and rolling way past midnight. I'm still a bit buzzed from the concert, which just ended less than an hour ago, so I'm gonna unwind for a bit before going to bed.

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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urs [jeon jungkook]

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word count: 4346

genre: angst and a little bit of fluff (if you can call it that), friends with benefits, fuckbuddies!au

warnings: mentions of suggestive content (i don’t write smut so this the scenes aren’t detailed or anything), mentions of drinking, cursing, cheating and toxic exes

author’s note: this one shot was requested to be based off of the song “urs” by niki. i’ve never heard of her or this song, so i had to listen to it a few times. i based the one shot more off of the lyrics tho. anyways, this is a one shot that is a little different from what i normally write, but nevertheless, i hope you guys still like it. (also, as i always say, please ignore any mistakes).

please do not copy my work. but please like and reblog it. thank you!!!!

slick wit, lip lick, and we sleep in our skin fast as i give in (right into you) too deep, too fast, too now i can't move 'til you call and tell me to

you excitedly dragged your best friend by her hand into the nightclub. your heart was beating out of your chest as you and her were granted access. she was laughing at your excitement and eagerness. you practically lived here. you knew all of the staff and a lot of the regulars too. that’s how you met your best friend, minnie. she had been dancing near the bar and you had tripped on someone’s foot. you accidentally spilled an oddly blue colored drink on her. both of you still laugh about it this day.

you loved this nightclub in particular. sure it was full of drinking (and occasionally someone would sneak drugs in, but that’s where you draw the line) and sensual dancing, but to you, you always felt free. you felt like you wouldn’t be judged for anything. you could dance and sing and drink without another care for the world.

the way music coursed through your veins was addicting. the atmosphere, the darkness, the neon lights that flashed and flickered in a series of colors, highlighting everyone’s smiling faces, you don’t think you would ever stop coming to this place.

sometimes, you liked to see all the new people that come. you could always tell when they’ve never been there before. compared to the regulars, they seem out of place. they look over their shoulder constantly, or can’t get themselves to go to the dance floor. they look at everyone’s faces, eyes wide. they just don’t fit in. it takes a little bit to get comfortable.

and that was how you met him.

you left minnie by a boy that she’s been seeing frequently on the dance floor. minnie was falling in love with him, and she always asked you if you knew if he would be there. and you would always say that you had no way of telling.

you didn’t go to this nightclub to find a soulmate or a one night stand. you went to let loose, to have fun, to dance the night away. however, when you got to the bar, you felt a pair of eyes on you. it was nothing you weren’t used to, but you felt compared to meet their gaze.

his gaze was a bit shy, but his eyes were strong. you couldn’t help but hold his gaze, even when you began to feel your cheeks grow hot. the way the flashing lights cast a series of shadows on his face, the formation of his lips, the way his eyes seemed to twinkle, even in the darkness. before you knew it, you forced yourself to look away, hurriedly grabbing your drink and disappearing.

your breathing was fast, and you were confused about why you were acting like that. why was your heart beating so fast? and why were you blushing? he was hot, attractive, and the way he looked at you, you couldn’t get it out of your head.

suddenly, minnie was wrapping her arms around yours, almost spilling your drink in the process.

“y/n!” she sang happily.

her tone of voice brought you out of your daze.

“hm?”

“he asked me to come home with him.”

her smile was brighter than the sun, and you felt happy for her, but that didn’t stop the worry. “are you sure? i can still take you-”

both you and minnie glanced at your drink.

“trust me,” she said, “he’s not one to drink. i’ll be okay.”

you pursed your lips and nodded. although you didn’t want to be left alone, you knew how badly minnie wanted this guy. you’ve seen him many times, everytime you were with minnie that is, and he did seem like a nice guy. and you trusted minnie with your life, with your deepest and darkest of secrets. “alright.” you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek, “text me later.”

and she was gone, her… whatever he was to her… leading the way.

as you stood near the door, suddenly feeling lonely, there was a tap on your shoulder. you turned to see the very boy who’s face and eyes seemed permanently imprinted into your brain. “oh, h-hi.”

he smiled. “hey.”

“is this your first time?” you asked him, sipping your drink.

he glanced down at the floor, nodding, “is it obvious?”

you shrugged. “it’s just something that i notice.”

“do you come here often?”

you nodded, a smile forming with your lips. “it’s kinda my go to place.”

he leaned against the wall with his shoulder, eyes looking around. “why?”

you looked at him, wondering if you should be sharing such personal things. but you thought, why not? maybe something could come out of this.

“i come here to let go of all my worries and stress. or just to have fun, be free. it’s my happy place. i love everything about it.”

he nodded.

“so,” you started, “what’s your name?”

he met your eyes again, and you found yourself getting lost in them. you almost didn’t catch his name.

“jeon jungkook.”

“y/n. did you come here with anyone?”

he glanced towards where the crowd of dancers were, looking down. you and him were standing on a balcony that overlooked the dance floor in the center of the room. it was quite a view.

jungkook pointed to a group of people. “those are my friends.”

“wow, you’ve got a lot of friends.”

he smiled, and you felt yourself smiling too, staring at him. “yeah. how about you?” he asked, leaning closer to you.

you felt your breath hitch in your throat as his face grew closer to yours. your cheeks were radiating crazy amounts of heat. and your stomach was twisting and somersaulting in all sorts of places. “my best friend just left, so i’m actually alone. which i know should be bad in a place like this, but i feel at home here, i guess you can say.”

“i admire that.”

“why?”

“most girls feel at home at a coffee shop, or the library. not a nightclub.”

“then i’m not like most girls.”

you looked down at your drink, swirling it around slightly. you were smiling to yourself.

“can i kiss you?” the stranger asked out of the blue.

you looked up, eyes wide with surprise. “hm?”

he was blushing and smiling, but it was a mischievous kind of smile. jungkook stepped closer to you. you kept your feet planted into the ground, not exactly not wanting to kiss him. “why?” you asked.

“because you’re beautiful.”

with that, you stood up on your tiptoes and placed your lips on his. you kissed him, but it was quick, before you pulled away. your grinned, tugging your bottom lip between your lips. “is that what you wanted?”

he eyed you carefully, smiling, before cupping your cheeks and pulling you closer. the kiss had more force to it, but it was passionate, considering that you and jungkook were strangers. you melted into him, not even thinking twice about who this man could be. you knew this was dangerous. he could be a kidnapper, a criminal, someone who liked to trick or cause pain. but your gut was telling you otherwise, and his gentle grasp on your cheeks told you that he had no intentions of performing any crimes.

it wasn’t long before he was pulling away, his lips barely touching yours, lingering. you felt hot suddenly, like the room was caving in on you. or like everyone was disappearing, leaving you with jungkook.

when he pulled away, jungkook opened his eyes, gazing into yours.

“do you want to come home with me?”

you laughed, “that doesn’t sound sketchy at all.”

he laughed with you. “sorry.”

“don’t be sorry. as long as you’re willing to drive, i don’t mind leaving with you.”

now it's all guessing games, i'm guessing every gaze, like do you, don't you, would you even stay if you did? all i know is suddenly without you the bed feels too big

just like every other love story, a one night stand became many night stands, all in a few weeks. you were falling in love with him, and you were sure that jungkook was falling in love with you too.

constantly you would catch him staring at you. and every single time he looked away, jungkook’s cheeks would glow, mimicking the color of the roses that he had brought you one evening. you weren’t one who liked flowers, but it was jungkook who was giving them to you, so they were special.

you were often at jungkook’s apartment (although there were many times he came to your place and ended up leaving the next morning. you just enjoyed his living space more than your own). he lived alone, but was near all the friends that he gestured to at the nightclub. he often asked you to come over, offering to watch a movie or play video games. to say the least, the video games were becoming your favorite thing to do with him because of how annoyed he got every time you beat him.

you wondered where the direction of this relationship was going. were you and jungkook officially just hook-up buddies? friends with benefits? after all, you and him have hung out lots of times where it didn’t lead to sex. you and him found joy and comfort in each other’s presences.

however, one day, jungkook suddenly changed.

he was happy one minute, one day when you and him were on his couch playing a game. his phone rang, and you watched as his smile dropped off the face of the earth. you grew worried. “jungkook?”

he didn’t acknowledge you. instead he remained still, watching his phone as it rang continuously in his hand. you leaned closer, calling his name more gently. “jungkook.”

“can we do this later?”

“do what later?”

“this.” he replied shortly.

your eyebrows furrowed. “what do you mean?”

suddenly he stood up, a heavy breath escaping as he did so. he was heading towards his bedroom. but you quickly stood up, following him. you were worried, scared, as to what was happening. “jungkook. please, talk to me.”

you made the mistake of grabbing his wrist, because the way he ripped it out of your grasp broke your heart.

“jungkook?” you felt your voice crack slightly.

you hated how you were feeling. you weren’t sure what jungkook was to you, or how he thought you were to him, but you knew he wasn’t your boyfriend. still, the way he was acting towards you was hurting you. after the many weeks you’ve spent with him.

“just go!” he suddenly yelled, turning towards you.

“what’s wrong? i won’t leave until you tell me what’s happening.”

“just go! i don’t need to tell you anything. you’re just a naive girl trying to weave your way into my life.”

“i may be naive but i’m not trying to ‘weave my way’ into your life!” you felt a tear slip down your cheek. “if anything, you’re the one trying to weave your way into my life. you were the one who approached me at the club, you were the one who started the conversation, you were the fucking one who wanted to kiss me.”

jungkook’s eyes bored into yours. the same eyes that were once so soft, so comforting, but now were cold and dark. who had called him that had made him lash out like this?

“get out!” he suddenly yelled, pointing to the front door.

“gladly.” you replied calmly, before rushing towards the door.

the atmosphere felt too heavy and tense for you, you had to leave. you threw on your shoes, opening the door, and slamming it closed behind you. you didn’t care if the entire building hurt that you were angry, or had an argument, you just wanted to leave. so you did.

you went back home and for an entire day, you laid in your bed, the bedsheets pulled up to your chin. you wanted to be warmed and comforted, but the bed was simply cold and empty. your gaze was sad and tired as you stared at your phone. you tried to distract yourself as much as possible. but nothing would work. your mind would always drift back to jungkook.

suddenly, as you were in the middle of scrolling, your phone froze for a second, just as your ringtone interrupted the uncomfortable silence of your bedroom. jungkook’s name lit up, and your eyes widened. why was he calling you? you debated on not answering, tempted to let it go to voicemail. maybe he would leave one, saying whatever he wanted to say.

so, you let it ring, finding your chin trembling as you remembered your argument with jungkook. why were you so in love with him? if you didn’t have feelings for him, you wouldn’t be in so much pain.

you expected a voicemail. instead, jungkook called you again. finally, you answered him. “what?”

“i want to tell you something. i want to explain.”

“there’s nothing to talk about, jungkook. i don’t even think we were anything more than fuck buddies.”

jungkook sighed. “i don’t think of us like that.”

“oh yeah? i’m not sure i believe that.”

he sounded frustrated. “y/n, please, you’re making this difficult.”

you rolled your eyes. you sat up in your bed, leaning your back against the wall. “fine.”

“i didn’t mean to argue with you.” he began. “i didn’t mean to yell at you and call you naive and say all those things. it’s just-”

you waited for him. you would always wait for him…

tryna find where your head is but i'm losing myself in the process you're bad for my health

“my ex called.”

you felt yourself clench your jaw, shaking your head. jungkook wasn’t even your boyfriend, and yet you were feeling jealous.

“she-she called me, and i was just surprised, maybe even angry. y/n, please forgive me. she wasn’t a good person for me and i let my emotions take over.”

“did she hurt you?”

there was a heavy sigh, a pained sigh as a matter of fact. you regretted asking such a question, especially if this ex bothered jungkook so much. “she did, she did.”

you waited for him to continue.

“look, jungkook, you don’t have to tell me anymore if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“y/n, you don’t make me uncomfortable. if anything, i feel like i can tell you anything.”

you blushed slightly at his words. you felt like your spirits were beginning to lift, like your chest was loosening, and you weren’t upset at jungkook anymore.

“she cheated on me.” he finally was able to say. “but that’s not exactly why i was angry that she called me.”

you were puzzled. “why were you angry then?”

“because even after she cheated, even after she said that she loved someone else, i was still in love with her. when she called, i couldn’t imagine why she was calling me, and i guess that just angered me.”

you felt heavy once again, and you wanted to sink into your bed, wrap yourself in the arms of your blankets, and wither in your pain. jungkook was in love with someone else. he felt comfortable with you, but not in the way that he was in love with you.

and then you were in full understanding of jungkook’s anger and pain. he didn’t cheat on you, but he was in love with someone else. and you were angry that you were still in love with him with that fact.

“y/n?”

“jungkook, i can’t tell you not to love you ex-” you stopped yourself, scared that you were crossing a line, but you continued, “but after she cheated, you can’t trust her. for all you know, she’s just going to do it again, and again, hurting you. you need to get over her.”

“i know.”

you sighed. you brought your hands up to rub your eyes, your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose afterwards.

“that’s why i went to that club.”

“what?”

“that’s why i approached you. i wanted to try to forget about her.”

your eyes widened in surprise as you listened to jungkook’s words. as much as it pained you that you were on the path of always being his second choice, not the one, you couldn’t help but ask, “did i do a good job?”

finally, you heard him laugh. you smiled to yourself. that was when you decided that no matter who you were to jungkook, friend or girlfriend or friends with benefits or whatever, you would try your best to be there for him and make him smile. you were his…

all the good nights are they hidden goodbyes in disguise? i never know you come see me only when i ask first

‘do you want to come over?’ you texted.

‘on my way ;)’, he replied.

you grinned and waited patiently for jungkook to come over. after that conversation about his ex over the phone, you felt like you and jungkook had grown closer, like an unnatural bond was forming between you and jungkook.

jungkook soon arrived and with his help, you were moved into the bedroom.

an hour or two later, you had lost track of time, you and jungkook laid side by side in silence, relaxing underneath your covers. you were happy that things were back to normal.

“i think i’m going to talk to her again.”

you turned your head, brushing some of your hair aside. “who?”

of course, you already know who.

“my ex. she’s been calling me everyday and when i don’t answer it, she texts me.”

“that’s kinda annoying.”

jungkook shrugged. “yeah. but, she wants to work things out.”

you sat up, pulling the covers with you to cover yourself. you faced your friend. “jungkook, i don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“why not?”

“well, for starters, she cheated on you. i would think that that reason alone would convince you not to talk to her. secondly, if she’s been calling or texting everyday for what, like a week now, doesn’t that seem a little desperate?”

“she just wants to talk things out.”

“jungkook-”

“maybe she wants to apologize.”

“jungkook, i know you’re still in love with her, but you need to get over her. she caused you so much pain. she’s toxic. you shouldn’t feel obligated-”

“i don’t feel obligated, y/n.” jungkook sat up suddenly, his eyes avoiding yours. “i-i want to see her too.”

you shook your head. your mind was racing with a million thoughts. if jungkook gets back with her, you would have to stop seeing him like this? would he still be your friend? would he still want to see you, even when he goes back to his ex? would he tell his ex about you, and all the little meetups you and him had at night?

“as long as she makes you happy, jungkook.” you whispered into the darkness.

jungkook finally looked at you. if he was honest to himself, he felt a little guilty. he liked you. he liked you a lot. you made him feel at ease, to release all his worries and stress, and you were a good friend to confide in. but, his ex was someone who’s had a major influence in his life. they’ve been together for years, and jungkook couldn’t imagine himself ever forgetting about her.

when you kiss me, do you wish it were her? the best at being the worst

that was the last time you ever saw jungkook. it broke your heart just at the thought that he didn’t even say goodbye. he left while you were sleeping. he just got up and left, disappearing without so much as a note or a text. he just was gone like a ghost in the night.

you found yourself, as your life went on, checking your phone. maybe you missed a text from him.

your phone would begin to ring, and your eyes were look for his name.

every time you went to the nightclub, you were subconsciously looking for his face once again.

this continued for weeks.

there was a pat on the small of your back, causing you to turn your head and meet minnie’s sympathetic eyes. you had told her everything, all that has happened between you and jungkook, all your thoughts and feelings, she knew it all. and she tried to understand. she was your best friend, and tried to help you get over him.

you sighed, “maybe it’s for the best.”

she looked at your drink, “i couldn’t imagine his ex would like that he was still friends with his fuckbuddy.”

you glared at her. “y/n, look around you. there’s plenty of others in here that are probably more than willing to let you slip into their pants.”

you turned around. “but they’re not him.”

“i know, but it gives you an excuse to not think about him for one night.”

you sighed again, closing your eyes and listening to the music.

“you know, he told me that when his ex called him for the first time after a month, that he was angry at the fact that he was still in love with her, even after all that had happened.”

minnie nodded.

“i get it now.”

“what do you mean?”

“i didn’t understand why he would still be in love with her after she cheated on him. but we were just fuckbuddies and now that he’s back with her, i get the anger. because i’m still in love with him. i hate to say this, i want nothing more than to forget him, but i think jungkook is always going to have my heart.”

minnie glanced at you, worry written all over her face. you didn’t meet her eyes, but you could feel them.

after a few thoughts, however, you turned around, chugged the rest of your drink, and then headed towards the dance floor. “where are you going?” minnie yelled after you.

“i’m going to forget about him.”

you merged with the crowd, dancing like there’s no tomorrow. it felt good to let loose, to let the music take over your body as if you were a marionette doll and the music was the strings. you let yourself go, and it wasn’t long before you were making out with a random guy that you found attractive.

he was hot, you’d admit. and you tried your absolute best to not compare him to jungkook. you tried not to think of him as you pulled this stranger into your home, pulling his jacket off and throwing it against the front door.

the guy moaned, pulling your body close to his.

however, just as you were leading him to the bedroom, an involuntary thought crossed your mind. you remembered all the times you and jungkook had moments like these. him showing up and aggressively kissing you, you taking off his jacket while pulling him towards your bedroom.

the way his lips fit yours, just like a puzzle. and how warm and gentle his hands were on your body, even if he was desperate.

suddenly, you forced yourself away from the stranger. he didn’t understand, or rather pay attention to your movement because instead he attached his lips to the little area behind your ear, making his way down your neck.

you were panting, whether it was from aggressively kissing this man or from suddenly being hit with flashbacks. you gently pushed his shoulders, forcing him away from. you were embarrassed, whether it was for bringing this guy home in the first place, or interrupting the moment just because of one guy.

“is something wrong?” he asked, his words slurring together slightly.

you swallowed hard. “i don’t think we can continue.”

“why not?” he laughed. “your bedroom is literally right over there.”

“this was a mistake.”

“aw, come on, baby girl.”

“don’t call me that.”

the guy finally took the hint.

“just leave.”

he glared at you, angry at you not wanting to continue. he scoffed before turning and walking away. he angrily grabbed his jacket before leaving, slamming the door behind him.

and that’s when you broke down. you hated how you were feeling. you hated that you couldn’t turn off your emotions, that you couldn’t get rid of your feelings with jungkook, that you couldn’t stop thinking about him. you hated that even after everything, you were still in love with him.

you cried, until finally you found comfort in the floor.

that’s when you thought to yourself that this needed to stop. that you couldn’t love him anymore.

just as you sat up, after minutes of laying on the floor, your phone vibrated. it was still in the pocket of your jacket which had been discarded when you brought that guy home. you reached for it and pulled it towards you, looking for the device that continued to ring.

you finally pulled it out of the pocket. the caller id made your eyebrows knit together, and your eyes to widen in surprise. immediately, after swearing you would forget about him, your stomach was somersaulting with anxiety. it was jungkook. he was calling you.

you shouldn’t answer, you told yourself. you should block him, delete him from your phone. that would be the first step of forgetting about him. don’t let him do this to you.

after much debate, you felt yourself sigh, a strained cry coming from your throat.

but fuck sake, i'm already yours, mmm sad to say, i'm already yours, oh

“hello.” your voice was quiet, shaky.

“do you want to come over? i need a distraction.”

“is everything okay?”

“she,” his voice broke, “she cheated again.”

this would have been another moment to forget him, to tell him “i told you so” and hang up.

instead, you nodded your head. “i’ll be right over.”

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