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starstruckmoony · 9 months

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pairing - theodore nott x reader

summary - a cute guy stumbles into the coffee shop you work at and it alters your brain chemistry.

trope/tags - coffee shop!au, modern!au, college!au, muggle!au, out of pocket headcanons

word count - 6.5k

warnings - language, smoking, mentions of sex, light smut-ish (not really)

"get a job at a coffee shop", they said.

"i'll be fun", they said.

bollocks.

working at a café as busy as the three broomsticks certainly had its perks, if you could say so yourself, but it definitely had some godawful cons in the bunch and was terribly annoying in itself. the shop was located in one of the most bustling parts of london, not very far away from a university campus, which meant that one could easily make out the atmosphere inside of it without having to step through the door. it was always filled to the brim with students who all relied on caffeine for survival, many of which you would usually avoid even glancing at during lessons. so between your utterly unendurable acquaintances, occasional out-of-control children, and middle-aged ladies who criticized your every move and complained about their lattes being zero point four degrees too hot, you weren't sure which one irked you more.

your job was barely tolerable, but it wasn't like you had many other options laid out in the first place. you needed the money and you swore to do whatever it takes to pay for your tuition and heaps of other costs that came in the package with it. you went into it with very little enthusiasm, but nevertheless settled for working as a barista, as much as you were dreading the thought of it.

your shift started of normally that day. you were busy serving one of your least favorite friendly customers in world, draco bloody malfoy, and fighting a tempting urge to dunk the drink in your hand all over him. the two of you went way back, there was lots of resentment, some unresolved negative feelings and grudges about situations you could barely remember clearly. primary school, the darkest years of your lives. neither of you bothered much to fix your shitshow of a relationship. you were schoolmates who were sort of friends who didn't like each other very much. he was nice to you when he didn't have a stick up his arse, but he always had stick up his arse. pansy (who was also your coworker) declared you frenemies, and she was sort of onto something.

despite all that dirt, finding him in the shop wasn't an unusual occurrence, and you never got used to his annoying presence or the way your skin literally crawled just seeing him walk through the door. although, you had to admit that you were pretty grateful when he brought his hot beautiful handsome please snog me sir friend with him for some coffee that faithful friday.

"good morning." draco greeted his friend absentmindedly and gave him a short-lived glance before continuing the deadly staredown you two were having. keeping things professional with that little arsehole was a tough challenge. pansy nudged you behind the counter, and then very subtly motioned over to the handsome bloke next your nemesis when you finally gave her some attention.

"did you not order for me?" the guy questioned in disappointment, seeing that only a single cup of coffee was sitting on the counter. one good look at him was all it took for you to realise why pansy was so eager to get you to heed her observations. you sucked in a breath, focus.

"no? do i look like a maid to you?" draco spat, taking a loud, annoying slurp of his freshly-made cappuccino. he scowled in disgust, making your eyes roll backwards into your brain. the man always managed to find something wrong with his order. this time, the stupid drink of his didn't have enough sweetener. his friend coughed to cover up a chuckle.

"i will be filing a complaint." he declared, sitting back and crossing his arms.

"shove it up your arse, hm?" you offered him the fakest, most poisonous smile you could muster, turning to his attractive friend who's order you had to take. he gave draco a rather aggressive shove before he was able to open his mouth again, and then smiled at you sympathetically.

"i admire your patience." he was speaking to you, but even the most oblivious of people would realise that he took a subtle jab at draco. he looked a bit offended, "what the fuck, theo?" just like that, you got his name without even having to ask for it. today must have been your lucky day.

"tell me about it. if throwing drinks into people's faces wasn't listed as strictly forbidden in my job description, i'd be thriving." you responded without thinking, regretting it the moment you spoke. you could only hope that he would take your awful joke well because receiving a judgemental stare and no response at all was the last thing you'd have asked for that morning. but your thoughtlessness did pull something that sounded like a laugh out of theo, and he appeared to be pretty satisfied.

you suddenly felt hot. a handsome guy just laughed at your joke made at his best friend's expense? it made your heart flutter a little bit, kind of like everything else about him. you sighed inwardly, it was totally unfair that somebody as insufferable as draco got his eyes blessed by that man's presence every day.

"am i allowed to order or will you threaten to throw coffee in my face, too?" theo snapped you back to reality. you heard pansy snicker at your awkward stance before she continued talking to draco who got bored of tolerating your abuses and resorted to flirting with her instead. the pretty boy bit back a laugh once he noticed the way your cheeks turned pink. you wished for the earth to swallow you whole.

"yes, of course! sorry, uh, what would you like?" you put on a professional smile, yet you felt like he saw right through you. he was doing things to you by just simply being there. you already knew pansy was going to have a jolly good time teasing you about this.

"uh," his eyes trailed over to the menu on the wall. he looked completely and utterly clueless, but after a moment of silence, he made up his mind, "one black coffee..." he responded a bit uncertainly, as if he was afraid that you were gonna judge his choice of beverage.

"see why i don't order for you?" draco threw a crumpled up receipt into theo's face. you wondered how he managed to be so unphased by it.

"one black coffee?" you queried just to confirm his order, pretending not to notice pansy who's mischievous eyes were set on you. that, and the constant comments she was making about how cute you and theo would look together. you were surprised when draco didn't disagree like the snobby little hipster he was and then call her batshit crazy. maybe magic was real.

"yes." theo cleared his throat, slumping down onto a barstool three seats away from draco. next level damage control. when he found a smoking allowed sign on the wall, he immediately lit a cigarette.

"oh, thank god." you mumbled in relief. theo stared you in amusement, with a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. if you hadn't met in the middle of a crowded café, you would have kissed him then there. these days, people tend to forget that plain coffee is, in fact, a thing. that in itself isn't so bad, no, but it's pretty horrible for a coffee shop worker who has to balance time spent on making a drink while also satisfying everybody else at the tables. maintaining your sanity was another thing you had to dedicate yourself to, especially with having draco coming in every day.

you quickly got to work, hyperfocusing on the task at hand for the first time in a while - all that in a poor attempt to ignore the way that blush kept creeping up your cheeks. that wasn't the first time you had laid your eyes on a handsome guy at work. many good looking blokes had set their foot into the café, but you rarely ever let it get to you. they would come and go, simple as that. but there was something about the way theo was looking at you that made you feel unbearably giddy, and you were having a hard time keeping your thoughts from going places.

you were too busy preparing his coffee and trying to remain calm to see the way he shyly kept stealing glances at you. he was enthralled, to say the least, and he could not fathom the fact that you were that person draco always complained about. it was impossible. not only did you make him laugh literally ten seconds after he spoke to you for the first time, but your strange relationship with his friend was quite intriguing. and pretty hilarious, if he could say so himself. something was pushing him to find out more about you. he could not keep his eyes off of you, and he was deeply regretting all those times he shut draco down when he suggested they got coffee together. he'd even offer to pay each time, which theo only found more off-putting. the concept of being so nice and inviting was usually unfamiliar to the blonde, but theo eventually guessed that he had his own reasons and motivations for showing up everyday.

you whipped up his coffee in no time, shooting pansy with a death glare because of the way she wiggled her eyebrows at you. you placed the cup in front of him and were thankfully spared of any additional awkwardness when theo grabbed the drink and took a sip. you watched him with burning anticipation in your eyes as he blinked in confusion, "what the fuck are you complaining for?" he turned to a scowling draco who was making sure that everybody knew that he was rather discontented by the way his cappucino was made.

"i have tastebuds." he explained, shooting theo with an aggravated glare. pansy covered her mouth to silence a laugh.

"are they dead?" theo deadpanned.

"are they dead?" draco mocked, and then began sulking like a little child when pansy had to take the order of another customer.

theo turned to you again, "ignore him," he offered you a comforting smile, "this is the best coffee i've had in a while." he took another large sip of the hot drink. a satisfied smirk appeared on your face. draco flipped you both off.

"it's probably the beans," you trailed off, "although, brewing it does require some talent." it was true. pansy herself admitted that you made better coffee than her, multiple times, but that was probably because she proudly half-assed all of her work knowing that it won't cost her much. it helped you out tremendously when you had nothing else to brag about.

thoughtlessly, you continued speaking to theo, completely forgetting that your shift had not yet come to an end, and that you had well over two hours of work left. theo possessed the power to snap you back to reality, but was even more skillfull at pulling you out of it. your mind fully dismissed where you were. you learned a few things about him; he lived with draco, enzo and mattheo, who you got to meet after blaise and pansy dragged you to a random nightclub not so long ago. he had a persian cat who he named 'cat' because he wasn't creative enough to come up with anything that hit the spot and lorenzo made a pledge to make fun of him for it till the day they both die. he liked black coffee only, and no it was not a metaphore for the colour of his soul or some out of pocket bullshit that you heard way too often for comfort, he was just that basic. insane too, as he didn't put any sugar in it. you missed the basic, though, and it was a nice breather from all the ridiculousness you had to deal with on a day to day basis. he also happened to have seen your favourite movie, and that opened the door to about ten other conversation topics that you could go on about for hours upon hours. you were so immersed in the discussion that neither of you realised draco left, with pansy's number (which he finally acquired after three months of asking for it) written down somewhere in his notebook.

the sound of a stranger's throat clearing stopped you mid sentence, and you were rudely reminded that you were still at work, with lots of drinks to prepare, and many more customers to serve. curse them, whoever they were. they were practically forcing you to get theo's contact information, which would have been totally fine if it wasn't for the thought of rejection that was tearing your insides up into pieces.

you and theo offered some empty words of apology to the older man who pulled you out of your own little world and returned you to the misery that was present day. you sighed, exchanging a longing glance with the boy in front of you as if you hadn't just talked to him casually for twenty whole mintues, all while the line was gradually growing. not to mention that you both had places to be.

"here," theodore stuffed a hand into the pocket of his coat, pulling out what looked like twenty quid and sliding in front of you. you opened the cash register to fish out the amount of money you were supposed to give back to him, but he shook his head. there was no way in hell he was leaving that big of a tip. or maybe he was. you not only spent almost half an hour making his day better, but he liked your coffee so much you had to make him three, one being on the house.

you let out a laugh of surprise at the serious expression on his face, silently wishing for him to walk out and retrieve the money like any sane person would. at that point, just simply being graced by his presence was more than enough. you didn't even want the damn tip. your thoughts caused an onset of panic to flow through you. you weren't thinking straight at all.

"thank you." you spoke finally, contemplating whether you should ask him for his number or not. pansy's look of anticipation seemed to be heading in the exact direction you were most terrified of. thank god theo was being a wuss too.

"i'll see you around." he smiled as he made his way over to the exit, and you nodded enthusiastically, giving him a small wave as he stepped through the door and out into the streets.

you sighed when he finally disappeared out of your line of sight, failing to notice the way a few of the customers waiting in line were holding back their giggles after having witnessed the whole commotion. you weren't sure if you wanted to fly around like happy little fairy or burst into a million pieces and disappear off the face of the earth, but you knew that you were very spontaneously falling for theo and there was no going back.

***

a few weeks had gone by since theodore first came into the three broomsticks. and many things changed, one being that you began looking forward to coming into that hellhole which was a 'goal' rotting away somewhere in the far bottom of your bucket list. you'd never been more happy having to wake up at seven in the bloody morning to grind coffee beans and serve annoying londoners. it was laughable how you jumped from hating your job to getting excited by the thought of showing up to work. life was indeed full of surprises.

theo made sure to come in every morning (or afternoon, depending when you had your shift), and would always stay much longer than he intended, or so he told himself. he was awful at balancing university and personal life, but he was willing to make some sacrifices for you, even if it meant that he had to endure some never-ending teasing from his friends. blaise came in from time to time to enjoy the show live, mattheo called him a softie, enzo thought the whole thing was too hilarious to be real, and draco was giving him the cold shoulder (lovingly).

"oi!" pansy nudged you with her elbow. you were just about to brush her off as you were busy with the ice dispenser, but when she motioned with her head towards the door, your breath hitched.

theodore stepped through the entrance, and he somehow looked even prettier than he was when you saw him yesterday. you swiftly whipped up the order that you were working on and bid the customer goodbye when they confirmed that their to-go macchiato was perfectly made.

he smiled at you as he took a seat at his usual spot, and you grinned back in response before returning to work. it was awfully difficult not to lose focus when he was sitting there looking like a god sent gift, and you were getting frustrated with yourself. you could see pansy smirking at you in the corner of your eye, and you groaned quietly as you began working on another drink.

you were starting to get very impatient while you were busy with the other customers, but after making several cappuccinos and dealing with an angry man who's twelve espresso shot latte was too bitter, you finally got to speak to theo.

"hello." a greeting. a bloody greeting was all it took to make you blush furiously. you mentally applauded yourself with some heavy sarcasm. you were doing a great job at not being obvious.

"hi." you responded breathlessly, making him chuckle at your rather dishevelled state. pansy was having a very difficult time trying to stifle her laughter, but she remained professional and continued helping her costumer.

"so, i've been thinking...today." he cleared his throat, wiping the sweat on his palms on his black jeans.

"okay," you chuckled, "i'm listening." you tilted your head to the side slightly, curious to see what he had to offer. you hoped it's what you thought it was, but you didn't want to get excited too early. for all you know, he could be asking you for a favour or help to sort him a working spot at the café itself.

"right," he looked a bit uncertain. he gulped, hesitating before letting his words form decently, "my roommates are having a movie night and i'm not exactly sure what they have in mind, but that's besides the point," he rambled, letting out a displeased huff. something was definitely wrong with him today. when he went over this with mattheo, it seemed incredibly easy, but now that he was going through with it, he felt as if his downfall was inevitable, "i was wondering if you wanted to join us." he forced a smile, the internal prayer of please say yes was becoming so loud his thoughts became clouded. it's not like he couldn't handle rejection. frankly, he was fairly good at it and rarely ever let it touch his ego, but not in situations like these. not when he was actually falling in love and able to picture his life with somebody.

you weren't sure if it was possible for your cheeks to get any more red than they already were, but you quickly learned the harsh truth when you heard draco snort rather loudly.

you weren't that shocked by theo's suggestion, no, but it seemed to good to be true. so good that you had to pinch your arm behind the counter where he couldn't see it to make sure you weren't dreaming. he silently panicked for a moment, but when he saw the lovestruck expression on your face, he turned red himself. he sort of bid farewell to his intimidating, mysterious persona the moment he first met you, too enthralled to try and keep it up, and this was barely what was left of it. it was long gone. draco wished he had brought a camera with him.

"of course, i'd love to." you responded, without a sign of doubt in your voice. he smiled, breathing out a sigh of relief. he scrunched his face thinking how desperate he must've looked, but nevertheless continued the conversation. the speed with which you accepted his offer made him feel a strong surge of confidence, "when does your shift end?" he questioned as you began preparing his coffee.

"seven, remus is letting us off an hour earlier tonight. he said he had somewhere to be." you looked over at pansy who was giving you a not very subtle thumbs up. you rolled your eyes at her with a stupid grin on your face.

theo felt on top of the world. his eyes never left you, he watched you work, and only got snapped back to reality when pansy addressed him and asked him to close his mouth before he starts drooling all over the counter. he blushed profusely, and you tried not to laugh at him, but failed miserabley when you turned around and handed him his drink.

he groaned and covered his face with his hands, having no other option but to laugh along with you. "you should've seen her face when you came in," pansy winked at you with a mischievous smirk. you kicked her from behind the counter for that comment, and she blew a kiss your way before handing draco his coffee, "you know, nott," she started, pretending like she was thinking about what to say next, you should put that mouth of yours to use soon so she finally shuts up about–" you scrambled to cover her mouth before she could finish that.

"how's your coffee?" you changed the subject, turning to him innocently.

"perfect." he gave you a brief nod, not daring to spare draco or your friend another glance. you yanked your own hand away when pansy licked it, muttering a few curse words as you reached over to the sink to wash her spit off.

you turned to theo with an apologetic smile, making a mental note to murder pansy after your shift, and the two of you held eye contact for what felt like a goddamn hour to all the people impatiently waiting to get served. you simply could not get enough of those beautiful green eyes. they were so, very distracting.

"can you two eye-fuck after i get my overpriced tea?" lorenzo decided to make a surprise (dramatic) appearance. fair point he had there. you scratched the back of your neck awkwardly, and theo only rolled his eyes, wordlessly reaching for a cigarette. that was his one way of dealing with lorenzo.

"are you gonna bring your entire friend group in here or what?" pansy exclaimed in disbelief, thinking she would spot mattheo sitting at a table somewhere in the corner.

"i'm not bringing them here, they're following me around like annoying fucking flies." draco jumped to defend himself. the poor guy was never able to escape the countless of false accusations thrown his way. you were loving every bit of it.

"that should tell you something." lorenzo sat himself next to draco. "huh?"

"you smell." he purposefully leaned in too close for comfort, successfully avoiding the harsh shove the blonde was preparing to give him.

"what the fuck, are you five?" draco stared at him with obvious judgement. theo shortly glanced at the pair, and then shifted his full attention back to you. as funny as watching them bicker was, he found you a lot more captivating. and besides, his day was going quite alright (minus pansy's comment about him drooling all over the counter), so he wasn't looking to ruin it by getting involved in playfighting with his idiot friends.

the boys took about an hour to leave, and when they did, they made sure to let you know that theo was going to make you very happy, emphasis on the what's in his pants part. well, lorenzo did, at least, draco wished to leave the moment his friend opened his mouth and started listing all of the reasons why one should date theodore nott.

"and also, he will very much– hey, i'm not done!" theo ignored lorenzo's protests, and proceeded to push him towards the exit with draco on their tail. they all waved you goodbye, although enzo did it quite reluctantly, he wasn't ready to leave yet. theo offered you one last smile before stepping out the door, and you mouthed a quick goodbye, your face redder than ever.

"do you think he's good in bed?" pansy suddenly quipped while she was cleaning up the coffee spilled around the espresso machine. "who?" you shot her with a perplexed glare. you were not about to have this conversation with her.

"draco." she said it as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

"good god," you mumbled to yourself. at least she wasn't trying to get you to talk about theodore, "i don't know and i don't want to know."

"hm," she stared at nothing while she spoke, "i wonder if that's how he gets all his anger out." she said thoughtfully before shrugging it off like she didn't just make you picture the most atrocious thing known to man. you never wished for theo to be there more so he could save you from whatever grotesque form of nightmare that was, and you certainly hoped that pansy wasn't going to attempt to test out her little theory tonight, as draco had invited her over in the meantime, too.

***

patienece was something you heavily managed to work on while working at three broomsticks, and you could say that you had successfully mastered the art of it in your four months spent there. you could also say that meeting theo was the biggest fuck you to all of the progress you had made.

the remaining two hours of your shift ended up turning into what felt like an eternity of torture. pansy had to keep a careful eye on you, a bit mortified that you might just strike an innocent customer. if looks could kill, yours definitely would. you best believe she told draco about that.

it wasn't all so sullen, though. your misery did not last forever. at last, the clock struck seven. but there was one thing you did not consider when you thoughtlessly agreed to show up at theo's place at eight, and that was that you'd have a little over thirty minutes to make yourself look presentable. the moment your shift ended, you sprinted to the staff room to collect your things, gave pansy a clumsy hug, and left the shop light speed.

you always felt incredibly lucky that your dormitory facility was very close to your workplace, but today that feeling was extraordinarily more intense. you made it there in less than five minutes, cursing the out of order elevator and swiftly climbing up the stairs to third floor where you were situated.

you burst through the door, out of breath, immediately ridding of your clothes and disappearing inside your tiny bathroom. you couldn't recall the last time you took a shower so quickly. not even ten minutes later, you were back inside of your room, rummaging through your dresser in search of something cute to wear. it was rather sad that you just then noticed that hermione, your trusted roommate, was not there. she stuck a post it note to her headboard, explaining that ron's parents invited her over for dinner and that she'll be spending the night at his place. just when you needed her, she wasn't there.

"fuck." you cursed, continuing to ransack the drawers of your small commode. trousers were out the window. the best pair you owned was in the wash, the other three were an immediate no. you weren't sure what the dress code for a movie night was, exactly, but wearing your over-the-top fake leather trousers did seem like a bit much. maybe that should have been your sign to get some new ones.

you yanked the bottom drawer open and managed to dig up some clean socks and a large jumper (one that you weren't even certain was yours), and when you couldn't find your favourite sweatpants, you snatched a pair of jeans from hermione's closet. you could only hope that they would keep you comfortable for however long that little movie marathon was going to last.

you shuffled the clothes on, you didn't have enough time to try on anything else, and quickly did your make up just so you looked a bit more presentable. bless pansy and her patience when she was helping you step up your eyeliner game. you took a few improvised mirror selfies to send to her, emotional support and all that, grabbed your coat, slid your old low docs on, and bolted out the door.

it had begun to get dark before you even stepped outside, and with the sun disappearing behind the horizon, it got colder, too. you were very happy that the boys' flat wasn't located too far away from your dormitories, and you could make it there in about ten minutes if you tried hard enough. good thing you knew the address, as you had the displeasure of having to visit draco a couple of times when you got assigned to work on a project together. he always made sure that his friends were out whenever you showed up there. you were hoping that your experience would be a little better this time, but you didn't worry much. you were going there for theo, so how bad could that really go?

you didn't even want to think of it as you stepped in front of the entrance of their flat, and pressed your finger to the doorbell to alert them that you'd made it. mattheo opened the door for you and grinned like an idiot, very obviously trying his hardest to fight away his inner demons that were pushing him to crack some stupid joke on your and theo's account.

"do not." you threatened, and he raised his hands up in defeat, moving out of the way and letting you walk through the door. he waited for you to kick your shoes off, and then politely led you further inside, no unnecessary comments made.

you didn't expect the boys to make it all look so comfortable, but you had to admit that you had underestimated them. they brought out some extra pillows so that whoever sits on the floor doesn't leave with sore buttocks, fluffy blankets with star wars patterns, an old beanbag, lots of different food to choose from, and a crate of beer shoved under the table. huh, you could definitely see yourself enjoying that.

draco, unsurprisingly, didn't say hello when you stepped into the living room, but lorenzo offered you a different kind of greating.

"theo, your girlfriend's here!" he announced, loud enough for the neighbours on the fifth floor to hear.

"piss off, enzo!" theo yelled from what you assumed was his bedroom, and then stepped out a few seconds later, flipping lorenzo off when he wiggled his eyebrows. what a child. he grabbed a hold of theo's wrist and kissed the offending finger.

"good evening to you too." you gave him a pointed look, letting out a noise of surprise when theo took a gentle hold of your hand and led you to the couch. he mumbled something along the lines of, "you look pretty", and you offered him a smile in response, not willing to attract any more attention. draco had already claimed the spot sofa, explaining that he and nobody else is allowed there, so the two of you settled on the floor without a fight, sitting so close your shoulders were touching.

pansy showed up not very long after you, and lorenzo was more than happy to have the long awaited movie marathon finally start. it didn't go down without bickering, obviously, and after twenty excruciating minutes of arguing if you should watch notting hill, poltergeist or fight club, pansy grabbed the remote and put on 10 things i hate about you. nobody really complained.

you and theo managed to avoid the hand accidentally touches hand part of sharing a bowl of popcorn, but then your legs somehow tangled under the blankets and neither of you bothered to move or apologise.

in the meantime, lorenzo shifted from his chair to the beanbag mattheo was in, and had the other cuddle him against his own will. not like he actually minded. it was a miracle that thing was big enough, one wrong move and they'd both be on the floor along with their bags of funny-flavoured crisps.

the beloved rom-com felt like it came to an end sooner than it started, and you were all already arguing on what to watch next. mattheo took the advantage to grab the remote when draco reached over to hit lorenzo, and clicked on dirty dancing without asking for a second opinion. two romance movies in a row. somebody was out to get you. draco groaned in protest, but pansy gave him a kick to shut him up. yes, he let her sit on the couch with him, but her, and her only.

halfway through, you felt theo shift next to you, and not long after, he threw an arm around your shoulders, nervously holding you before relaxing when you didn't move away. you smiled to yourself and shuffled closer, the warmth radiating from his body was addicting. you could get used to it. the thought of pulling away seemed ludicrously dreadful and the concept of time became unfamiliar.

you only realised how long you had been squashed together when it hit you that the second movie was coming to an end, too. there were barely twenty minutes left, and you felt your eyes beginning to flutter shut. not because you were bored, you were just simply exhausted. theo quickly noticed, and he let you lay your head on his shoulder, but falling asleep was the last thing you wanted to do.

"god, i could really use a coffee right now." you groaned and you rubbed at your eyes, covering your mouth as you yawned. you needed a little something to keep you awake, and your trusted caffeine would surely do the job.

"come on, i'll make you some." theo stood, helping you up and not letting go of your hand as you made your way towards the kitchen. mattheo questioned where you were going, and nodded skeptically after receiving a short response. the other three didn't care, either too immersed into the movie or occupied with other things.

you took a seat on the counter next to theo where he opened the cupboards, his eyes searching for whichever form of caffeine they had left in there. he pulled out a half empty jar of instant coffee, and looked at you unsurely, unknowing whether you'd want to drink it or not.

"just make me whatever, it's fine." you waved a dismissive hand, and he gave you a quick nod before getting to work. not that it took much effort.

it was almost done in an instant, hence the name. you didn't mind, though, coffee was coffee, and coffee could never be bad. although, you weren't really paying attention to what he was doing, a little too busy staring at his face to notice anything else.

"tell me if it's horrible." he said as he handed you the hot drink. you hopped off the counter and thanked him before you pressed the mug to your lips and took a tiny sip. you tried not to grimace, and politely took another one. it was not good.

"it's good." you choked out, holding back a cough and forcing a supportive smile. theo didn't look very convinced, you doubted he was, and he took a step closer, like he was about to confront you about your little white lie.

"be honest." he sighed, yet there was a sort of menace behind the disappointed look on his face.

"it's terrible." you failed to hold back a snicker, feeling a little sorry that his coffee tasted just that bad. he was lucky you had some tips up your sleeve, "it's so bad, what did you–" to say that you were absolutely flabbergasted when he kissed you would be an understatement. you didn't push him away, nor did you resist, you were simply too shocked to react.

you laughed in surprise when he pulled back, your jaw hanging open slightly. then he leaned in again, but you had enough time to react this time, so you kissed him back, despite feeling a bit lightheaded by it all. it was one of the strangest situations you had found yourself in in a long time, but were enjoying every little bit of it.

"i literally just criticized your–" he quickly hushed you, going in for another kiss. you giggled against his lips and set the cofee mug aside, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your hand tangle his locks. theo could fucking collapse. there was something about the way you grabbed his hair, something that made him see colours he didn't even know existed. you weren't oblivious enough to miss the way he reacted, pressing his body closer to yours and tightening his grip around you, so you did it again, smirking in satisfaction when it drew a pleasant sound of approval from him.

his tongue brushed over your bottom lip, and you let out a tiny noise of surprise, feeling your knees buckle. without dwelling on it, you opened your mouth, and when his tongue touched your own, you gasped, maybe even whimpered, accidentally pulling on his hair a bit too harshly. theo didn't seem to mind. he grunted in response, you were making him forget that there was nothing but a wall separating you from your friends.

"you just missed the best– oh, fuck, my bad, continue please, sorry!" mattheo disappeared as fast as he appeared, his footsteps followed by laughter and the end credits of dirty dancing which got increasingly louder. courtesy of draco turning it up to drown out any unholy noises he suspected might come from the kitchen after seeing the look mattheo's face.

you pulled away from each other, too flustered to even laugh, your lips swollen and cheeks pink. theo's grip on your waist loosened, and you relaxed your arms, but still didn't pull them away from where they were wrapped around his neck. he leaned his forehead against yours, uneven breaths fanning over your lips.

"uh," you started, as speechless as he was, "have i mentioned that my dorm was empty for the night?"

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Some random headcanons about what it would be like to date Enzo and a little imagine with him. I haven't wrote anything in ages so apologies if this is shite. Please no hate but let me know if you like this etc. I am always welcome to feedback/ thoughts/ comments/ concerns. Sorry in advance for grammar and spelling and punctuation

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(THIS MANS JAWLINE IS MORE STRUCTURED THAN MY LIFE)

*Disclaimer: This is my own work and my own self-indulgent ideas, none of this is based in reality. And warnings for making out etc, nothing too explicit (PG-13)

✨️ There is no way you ever have to carry your own bag. This man is rushing in to help you. Whether that's your handbag on date night or all of the shopping bags after your weekly grocery shop run. And yes, he refuses to make 2 trips to the car.

✨️ Speaking of weekly shops runs, Enzo is that boyfriend who always pushes the trolley/ cart.

✨️ Matching Adidas trackies. Never quite knowing whose joggers/ t shirts/ jackets that belonged to.

✨️ Wearing his boxers after sex to go down and make a fresh batch of coffee.

✨️ Is always entertaining you with unusual facts and information about Uruguay and is keen for you to learn and embrace his culture and he is keen to learn more about yours.

✨️ Matching your nail varnish to his bow tie/ tie/ shirt colour etc.

✨️ Midnight beach walks where you tell eachother all your hopes and dreams and desires, all the 'deep stuff' you feel you can't tell eachother when it's daylight as it seems to real.

✨️ This man can dance. He has so much natural rhythm and is such a natural. He'll always be the first one up on the dance floor at parties and cast parties and would much rather spend the time on the dance floor with you rather than talking. Also at home will put on whatever dance music he wants and will just start dancing with you.

✨️ Dressing up as Kylo Ren and Rey for Halloween. "Well I mean... I think we should go as them, it would look good" "Fine"

A Perfect Day

You went to open the fridge to find the pouring cream for your iced coffees but were distracted by the note attached to the front, wrote in Enzo's beautiful cursive handwriting. You smiled to yourself as you read it. He always left the most beautiful love notes and this one was no exception. It simply read "You're my happy place". You took the note off the fridge and folded it neatly and placed it in your dressing gown pocket. You were saving them all, for what you weren't sure, but you pictured a future for you and enzo, maybe one day sticking all the notes down into a scrap book and passing it onto your daughter. To show her how much she should be loved by another. You smiled at the thought and opened the fridge, finally, to find the pouring cream. After Enzo had finished filming, touring and surving the awards season the two of you finally had some time and moved in together. The first thing he had done was gone out and found the most fanciest coffee machine. You guys hadn't even bought a bed yet at that point. You finished making your drinks and went back upstairs. Enzo was sat up in bed, shirtless.

"Well damn, it's hot this morning." You laughed as you sat back in bed next to him, being careful not to spill anything. "Here my angel." You passed him the iced coffee. He carefully took it from you and took that first heavenly sip.

"Hmm, perfecto." He said closing his eyes with a satisfied smile on his face. "I do not know how I survived without having you around, only you can make my coffee right."

"I'm sure there is someone else who could, I could always teach them, it's not too hard. There aren't any crazy secret ingredients." You replied "I just make it with love, I think that's why it's so good." Enzo leaned over and kissed you. "I love you so much, mi amor." He said as he took your hand. "What would you like to do today?"

"We need to go shopping to get a couple things and I was thinking maybe we could have a go at making our own pizzas for dinner?" You suggested, admiring him.

"You always have the best ideas, I have a couple more things to add to the list so please don't let me forget my love." Enzo said as he got out of bed. It would never get old seeing how beautiful he was. It was like he had been sculpted by the world's most incredible artist whose attention to detail no one was able to match. You felt so lucky to not only be with one so handsome but to also have discovered someone with a soul that was equally as beautiful. Enzo gave all of his love and time to you. He was always there, his strength and resilience gave you strength. He was so honoured and humbled to have been given such an important role in the film and the sincerity in which he handled his part was inspiring to you. He never got angry when you would call him in the middle of the night due to the time differences or when he had come home to see that you had used his entire bottle of his most expensive cologne. You had missed him a lot while he was away filming so decided one night to spray a little of it on to the pillow next to you, then a little onto your wrist; just to make it seem like he was there with you, however next thing you knew you'd unintentionally sprayed the entire bottle around the house and it was now empty. Enzo found it to be a most romantic gesture and when he left again to complete filming took a pot of your lip balm to apply each night so it could feel like you'd just kissed him. You heard the shower turn on and got up from the bed again to decide what to wear for today. It was a simple errand day so you grabbed a pair of Adidas joggers and a black long sleeved top.

"Wow, you look so beautiful." He said staring at you.

"What? These?" You laughed. "It's a step up from pajamas."

"You look perfect, I love it so much I will also wear mine." He said as he began looking in the wardrobe.

"Maybe one day you could surprise everyone and wear Nike." You laughed. You admired him once again as he got dressed and then you both finished your coffees. Ofcourse Enzo insisted on driving and you sat in the passenger seat and played DJ. Enzo was a cautious driver, especially whilst you were in the car. He could never understand men who drove dangerously to try and impress their partners. How could he risk your life? He couldn't live with himself if anything happened to you, especially if he was the cause of it. You thought is was sweet how he was always so gentle and careful with you. He parked up outside the supermarket.

"I can get my door." You said quickly, opening it as soon as he turned off the ignition. A few times Enzo had managed to run around to open your car door whilst you rummaged around for your handbag or wallet. He was always the gentleman.

"You know I love opening it for you." He said sweetly as he linked his hand with yours. "I'll push the cart."

"I wasn't even going to try." You laughed. Enzo had to push the trolley. He just had to, it wasn't an option for you ever. It made him feel helpful and supportive. You took the list out of your pocket as you walked in with him and began looking down the aisles.

"We have to get these crisps, you'll love them." You said, standing on your tip toes.

"I got it baby." Enzo said, barely having to extend his arm to grab the pack. There were times when his height came in handy and this was certainly one of them. One time the two of you had a fight that had started off as a result of something so small and petty and then seemingly didn't stop and just kept getting worse and worse. It was the first night the two of you went to bed without apologies or saying how much you loved one another. The next day you didn't say a word to him, you'd returned from work and Enzo had moved all of your favourite snacks and drinks to the top shelves so you had no choice but to talk to him.

"And can you get those ones as well, my love. That flavour looks good too." You said pointing to the packet next to it.

"Anything for you." He said, grabbing everything you asked for. You carried on walking through the supermarket getting everything you needed to make pizza later.

"I'll get this." You said, putting your card on the card reader first.

"No, no!" Enzo insisted. "Baby, we talked about this".

"I'll pay." You said "It's fine honey". Enzo muttered in Spanish about how he should be the one paying. The two of you walked back to the car and together loaded the shopping into the back of the car and drove back.

"Are you going to let me carry any of the shopping?" You asked.

"Not a chance." Enzo laughed and leaned over to kiss you. You kissed him back and gently tugged on the back of his hair to be able to kiss down his beautifully structured jawline.

"I love you so much." You said, between kisses.

"I love you so much more." He said. He kissed the tip of your nose and rested his forehead against yours. His soft eyelashes gently brushing your skin. "I got the shopping, don't worry." You got out of the car and opened the door for him. Enzo grabbed all the bags and followed you in.

"Baby, one day all the bags are going to break and I don't know what you will do." You said as you began putting everything away. "Leave the pizza ingredients out, my love."

"Anything for you, I will cut mine in to a heart shape." He said, doing as you asked him. You smiled at him.

"I might try and do a star or something, I don't know." You said. "Maybe the shape of a coffee bean."

"You know me so well." He said smiling as the last of the shopping was put away. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was turning a beautiful pink colour. You went out onto the balcony and looked out. The view was beautiful, just like your life now. You heard the doors slide open and Enzo stepped outside. You continued to look out as you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer. He kissed your neck gingerly taking in the smell of your perfume and moisturiser. The two of you fitting together perfectly, the final missing piece of the jigsaw to your life.

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I’m Never Drinking Again

Part 2 to “I Have a Girlfriend”

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader

TW: swearing, mentions of drunk chaos and a hangover

Summary: You and Bradley deal with the aftermath of a night out at the Hard Deck.

Word Count: 1.7k

The next morning you're sitting in the living room freshly showered with an iced coffee when you hear a loud groan come from the bedroom. You lift your eyes up from your phone and your lips quirk up slightly. It's almost 10 am and it seems Bradley has finally risen from the dead. You went about your morning as usual, leaving him to his alcohol-induced slumber.

A few minutes go by and you finally see Bradley stumble groggily into the living room and lean against the wall with his eyes closed. You choke down a laugh at his disheveled appearance. He's standing in nothing but boxers and socks, drool dried on the side of his face and curls messily sticking up.

"Good morning sleeping beauty. Glad to see you survived." You quip and Bradley lets out a noise resembling that of a wounded animal. "Did you get the painkillers and Gatorade I left on your nightstand?"

He slowly shuffles over to the couch where you're sitting, feet never fully leaving the floor, and plops down. "Yes, thank you." He says with his eyes closed and head resting on your shoulder. You nod even though he can't see you and take a sip of your drink. Your nose crinkles when you smell him and you shove him off of you.

"Go brush your teeth and shower. You reek." You tell him while pretending to gag. He opens his eyes at the sudden movement and pouts at you with crossed arms. "I do not." His voice is whiny like a toddler who didn't get their way and you roll your eyes.

"Yes, you do Roo. You're practically sweating vodka and your breath smells like a dead raccoon covered in skunk spray. I love you but please for the love of god, go clean yourself up." Your voice is teasing but he can see on your face that you're serious.

He stands up and huffs, heading toward the bathroom without any more protest. Twenty minutes later, you hear the water shut off and Bradley walks out with a fresh pair of boxers slung low on his hips and he's drying his hair with a towel.

He watches your eyes rake slowly over his form and smirks. "Hey, where the hell did these bruises come from?" He asks while showing you some dark purple welts on his arm and leg.

"Not sure. You fell out of the bed last night and had a hell of a time getting back up. Maybe you landed harder than I thought." You say with a shrug and he grunts. "Maybe."

"Other than that, how are you feeling?" You question and Bradley lets out a pained moan. "A little better since showering but still like shit. My head feels like there's a construction crew inside and my stomach is in knots."

You nod your head and turn your attention back to mindlessly scrolling. Bradley goes off to get dressed and comes back a few minutes later wearing a navy t-shirt and gray sweats. You check the clock and stand when you see it's almost 11. Bradley looks up at you with a confused expression and you laugh.

"We're meeting everybody for brunch. There's nothing quite like greasy breakfast food to cure a hangover." You explain and Bradley sighs. "Not to be rude, but I'd rather swallow a cactus." Just the idea of eating right now makes his stomach lurch and he suppresses a gag.

You shake your head and grab his hand to pull him up. "We both know the only way out is through. You'll only feel worse if you're hungry."

He stands next to you begrudgingly and grabs his aviators off the coffee table, slipping them onto his face. "Fine, but I'm going to complain about it the whole time." You roll your eyes playfully and grab the keys to his bronco. "Wouldn't expect anything less."

You climb in the driver's side and Bradley doesn't protest. You're the only other person allowed to drive his baby and quite frankly, he's pretty sure being behind the wheel right now would make his head spin.

You take your time driving to the small diner you frequent after nights out. A few minutes later you're pulling into a parking spot and you wave at the group standing outside waiting for you.

Bradley clambers out of the truck and takes his sweet time making his way over to his fellow pilots. Jake claps Bradley on the shoulder and he winces slightly. "How come she's allowed to drive that fossil but I'm not?" He complains and Bradley's voice is still hoarse when he answers. "Because you drive the same way you fly and I trust her more."

Jake doesn't let the comment bother him, instead, he just laughs and nods his head. "You know I like to go fast." He quips with a wink and Phoenix scoffs.

"I'm sure you do a lot of things fast." She mocks and you cackle at the implication. The two of them seem significantly better off than your boyfriend and you wonder if they were as drunk as they acted last night.

The thought doesn't linger for long as Maverick interrupts the banter. "Okay kids, that's enough. Let's get inside, Bradley looks like he's thirty seconds from sitting on the pavement." You glance over at your boyfriend and sure enough, he's wobbling on his feet.

Ten minutes later you're all sitting around a table ordering drinks and looking over the menu. Bradley is wearing his sunglasses inside and despite the shower, he still looks like a hangover personified. Jake takes a moment to really look at the man and shakes his head.

"You look like shit, Chicken." Bradley doesn't even bother looking up when he responds. "Fuck off, Bagman." Everybody laughs at the enemies-turned-friends before going back to their own conversations.

The waitress comes to take everyone's order and Bob suddenly speaks while you're all waiting for your food. "Here's your hard-earned money." He teases while handing Bradley a wad of cash.

You see his eyes dart between the money and Bob trying to sort out what the hell he's talking about and your hand flies up to cover your mouth. You look at Maverick and see the older man holding back a laugh of his own. It would seem Bradley doesn't remember much of last night.

"What the hell is this from?" He asks and you see Jake break out in a shit-eating grin. You know he's thrilled when he realizes he gets to fill Bradley in on the events from the night before. "Your show." He tells him and you can hear the giddiness in his voice.

Bradley's eyebrows only furrow deeper and he looks at you. "What show?" You can see Jake practically bouncing in his seat with excitement and grin.

"Your little performance on the bartop, Roos. Seems you cleaned up pretty well." You tell him and Jake looks like he's going to explode when realization dawns on Bradley.

"You're fucking with me." He says matter of factly and you shake your head. Before you can respond, Jake pulls out his phone and holds it up. "Nope." He says, making sure to pop the p. "Got the blackmail evidence right here."

Bradley's eyes are saucers and he snatches the phone out of the blonde pilot's hand. Sure enough, there's a video of him dancing up on the bar with money raining down.

His heart races as he watches himself reach for the button of his jeans and he wonders if he's even allowed back at the Hard Deck. Right before he loses the last of his dignity, he sees you appear on the phone.

He breathes a sigh of relief when you jump up on a bar stool and yank him down. He hears boos from the crowd and the video cuts off. He hands the phone back to Jake and drops his head into his hand. "What else happened?"

"Some girl hit on you." Maverick says casually and Bradley's head jerks up to look at the man. His heart leaps into his throat at the tone and insinuation. What did he do? He loves you more than anything, you're his entire world. He feels bile rise at the idea he may have blacked out and fucked that all up. He would never do that, no matter how drunk he is. Would he?

You watch the panic rise in Bradley and punch Mav in the shoulder before turning to your boyfriend. " You thought some girl hit on you and almost pulled a muscle trying to get away from her. I was standing three feet in front of you the entire time. You were so drunk you didn't recognize me." You explain and you see Bradley physically deflate with relief.

" You wouldn't even let me near you or drink the water I gave you. The first thing you did was reject me and show me a picture of your girlfriend. Then you called me and told me you missed me." You say with a fond smile. You hear Phoenix aww and Jake gags before you continue.

"It was actually really cute to see how excited you got just talking to me. You were like a little kid on Christmas morning." You recall sweetly and Bradley grabs your hand under the table. You smile at him and the interaction is cut short by food being placed on the table.

You spend the next hour eating and laughing while recounting the chaos from last night. Bradley slowly starts to warm up as the food and meds kick in and before you know it, he's back to his usual self.

Everyone pays their bills and says their goodbyes and the two of you head toward his bronco. He sticks his hand out and you toss him his keys. He unlocks the truck and opens the door for you before rounding to the driver's side.

All the windows are down and you take in the warm San Diego breeze as it whips through your hair. Bradley rests his large hand on your thigh and you look over at him through the matching Ray Bans he bought you. "I love drunk Roos." You jest and he glances over at you for a split second.

"Well don't get your hopes up. I'm never fucking drinking again." He smiles and you laugh loudly with your head thrown back. "That's what you always say."

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There You Are Sweetheart. | Steve Rogers x Reader One Short.

Summary: Y/n just wanted to bring her sister a package. What she didn't expect was being picked on by two soldiers or being rescued by a handsome stranger.

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1,909

Warnings: fluff and some goofiness. Y/n does get harassed by some jerks, but nothing happens. Let me know if I missed anything.

Note: very minimal editing and gold stars to anyone who catches what this is a reference to.

It's beginning to feel like spring. The cherry blossoms have sprung into bloom, and Y/n has a date to bring her sister, Felicity, a package that was delivered to her house whilst Felicity was away. On the way there, her horrible sense of direction has her taking a wrong turn and into the pathway of some soilders on their lunch break. Will Y/N end up in some sort of trouble, or will someone dashing come to her rescue? Read to find out.

Hey! I'll be at on a coffee shop today at 3... Could you bring me my package then? It's a little hole in the wall place by all the fancy vintage stores you like.

Of course, Felicity would want to meet at a coffee shop. Y/n was positive her sweet younger sister couldn't survive even a couple of hours without a caffeine kick.

She looked around her office (which was really her apartment) for an excuse to stay in, but couldn't find any. All of the outfits that needed tailoring had already been tailored.

Plus, really, she hadn't seen her sister for a while, and they needed to catch up. Y/n just hated going out in the late afternoon. It meant that she'd likely be heading back during rush hour and would end up eating dinner late. If there was anything that y/n didn't appreciate, was having her routine messed up. . . She was well aware that she lived like a little old lady sometimes.

Closer to time, she got dressed in an outfit that was fit to be seen in. Her baby pink lounge set was incredibly comfortable for working long hours at home, but it was hardly a fashion statement.

The coffee shop in question was about 15 blocks away from her place, so she decided to walk. Admittedly, this probably wasn't the best idea in the world. Y/n has a tendency to get lost in her local grocery store.

So, with an earphone in one ear, she listened to her favorite oldies playlist, as life was better when it had a soundtrack and was on her way.

A few blocks down, she took a left down an alley that was its own hole in the wall. It held a bar favored by military members and directly across from that there was a karaoke pizza joint. Y/n always thought that made an odd coupling.

Tho, a part of her wondered if the college girls who favored the pizza place went there just for the chance of getting with an army man without any understanding of what military life was really like.

She was musing on this when two soldiers stepped out directly in front of her and thereby blocked her pathway.

"Um. Excuse me." She gasped, trying to get around them.

"Looks like this little mouse lost her way," one of them joked, taking a swig from his beer bottle.

She shook her head, "Oh no, I'm not lost."

The second soldier peered down at her with a grin on his face and then said, "This little mouse looks thirsty. We should take her to get a drink."

Y/n was beginning to get nervous, and she had no idea how she was going to get out of this situation. She had never had any issues cutting through here before, but now she was wishing she had taken the route that passed the pet store instead.

All she could think to say was, "No thanks, my sister is waiting for me." Hopping that by knowing she had some place to be that they would just leave her be.

But they just shared a glance, laughing to themselves before the one of the right replied with a "We've heard that excuse before." Then the one on the left winked at her and said, "She's actually pretty cute for a mouse."

His pal chuckled and then reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, "How old are you anyway? Live close by?"

Now they were both getting uncomfortably close, and y/n had a terrible vision about being stuck having to sit in this bar with them until they had gone from just tipsy to black out drunk.

"Leave me alone!" She tried to yell, but it came out as more of a loud statement.

"You see, your personality scares all the girls."So I think she's cuter when she's scared."

She was done for, body stiffening up, hands trembling, trying not to drop the package.

"There you are, sweetheart," someone said behind her. Only when someone tucked their arm around hers and pulled her from the soldiers' grasp did she realize that the stranger was talking to her.

But she certainly didn't know anyone who would call her that. That much she was sure of.

"I'm sorry I'm late." He said, gazing down at her. She had to crane her neck just to look him in the eye. He was a tall, blond headed man with strong features. His bright blue eyes bore into hers with concern.

Did she know this man? No. No, she did not. But all she could manage to do in response to his saving her from these two was to open and close her mouth repeatedly.

"I've been looking for you everywhere." Her rescuer continued acting like they knew each other. Not only knew each other but were in some sort of relationship.

Oh boy, was y/n's head spinning now.

"Hey man, we were just talking to your girl here." One of the soilders tried to explain.

Her rescuer looked at the pair and then said, "Really? It looked to me like you were trying to force a lady into drinks after she said no. Time to learn some boundaries, gentlemen. We'll be going." And then he gently led her up and out of the alleyway, only stopping once they were completely out of sight of the bar.

"Are you ok?" He asked, his head tilting to get a better look at her face. This man had to at least be 6"2, and he made y/n feel positively tiny.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "I will. I will never take that street again. That's for sure."I'm sorry that it did. Letting off steam is no excuse to treat a lady that way."

"Thank you. . . I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't come along like that." She said, pulling the hem of her cardigan sleeve.

"I was just doing what anyone should do in a situation like that,"

"But. Can I ask-- No nevermind." She mumbled, feeling her cheeks heat up from embarrassment.

"No, no. Go on, please, " He encouraged, actually seeming eager to hear her out.

"Wh - why'd you pretend to be my boyfriend or something?" She asked, feeling really, really stupid.

Now he was blushing.

"To be honest, ma'am, it was the only thing I could think of on the spur of the moment." He said with a nervous laugh.

When her phone chimed, y/n pulled it out to see a text from Felicity.

where are you?

"Well, I thought it was smart. . . You're very much the gentlemen." She said with a smile, feeling much more relaxed than she had a moment ago.

He looked like he was about to say something when her phone chimed again

Beginning to freak out a bit, sis. Are you ok?

Y/n sighed, looking from the phone screen up to her rescuer. "I should... I should probably get going. My sister's getting worried about me."

"Where is it you're headed? If you don't mind me asking." He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. How was it possible for someone to look so at ease and yet so uncomfortable at the same time?

"She wanted to meet at a coffee shop a few blocks away from here." Y/n replied, adjusting her bag and trying to look anywhere but at him.

They made quite the pair.

After shifting from foot to foot for a moment, he said, "I could walk you."

Y/n didn't know why, but that small gesture made her smile in the biggest way.

"Really? You don't have to."Ah. Well, now I'm invested after all. I've been looking for you all day." He said, matching her smile. If she could read his mind right now, she'd know that he just congratulated himself for coming up with something that was smooth as a response

So he offered her his arm again, and the pair made their way to the coffee shop.

Meandering past store fronts and other businesses as they went.

"This is it." Y/n fianlly said, stopping in her tracks.

It was a coffee shop that looked like it hadn't aged for about 60 years.

"I love this side of town," He said as a response.

"Things feel a little more normal here." "More normal?" Y/n asked, not understanding what he meant by that statement.

"That would be a very long story that we don't have time for at the present moment." He said again, smiling down at her.

"Oh. I see." Y/n giggled at her own confusion. This man saved her, escorted her to meet her sister, and now adds some mystery to the mix.

"I'll let you go. Don't want to worry that sister of yours anymore." He said with a tip of his head and he started to walk away.

"Wait!" Y/n blurted, forgetting herself. He turned to face her again, judging by the expression on his face, he was surprised by her sudden outburst. Then his brows shot up as if to say, "Go on."

"What's -whats your name?" She asked, willing herself to hold onto this bold feeling long enough to get this out.

He smiled and then said, "Steve Rogers."

Y/n's eyes widened, and her boldness melted into total embarrassment. Perhaps she was drugged or something to be out of her mind enough to not realize she had been with not just some kind stranger off the street, but rather CAPTAIN AMERICA. And he had called her "sweetheart", even if he hadn't really meant it, he had still said it.

She would dream about that for the next month while she hemmed dresses.

"Miss. Miss!" Steve said, having come closer again to get her attention. Y/n jumped when she realized he was right in front of her.

"Sorry. I'm y/n y/l/n. "

"Well, y/n y/l/n," He said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a pocket notebook he scribbled something down and then gave it to her. "If you happen to be free this Friday night. There's a restaurant in this neighborhood. Very old timey, like me. . ." He said nervously, laughing again. "We could have a meal, I could tell you that story and I could learn more about you. I mean, aside from the fact that you have a sister and listen to 'Sh Boom' when you walk around the city."

He had noticed what she had been listening to?

All y/n could do was squeak a "yes." Before running back into the coffee shop and slamming the door in his face.

Felicity looked up in surprise, "What took you so long? Are you ok?"

Y/n sat down and, in one breath, said, "I think Captain America just asked me out on a date, and I said yes."

NOTE: I wrote this in one sitting, and at first, I thought it was sweet. Now, I think I might have actually made it corny. I'm going with it anyways but please let me know what you thought of it. Thanks!

Note 2: Part 3 of 'That's my Girl' will be coming out soonish keep an eye out!

#steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x reader #marvel #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x you #chris evans characters #chris evans #steve rogers #steve rogers romance #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers short story #marvel shortstory #marvel fanfiction

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ashdreams2023 · 2 years

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Hi love can i request a “too clingy” cliche with Loki or five??

Only you

Five hargreeves x reader

"Hi!" You chimed warping your arms around five’s shoulders from behind "how are we feeling today"

Five sighed, taking a sip of coffee from his fifth cup that morning "tolerable" he mumbled.

Diego then came in the kitchen just as you gave five a fast squeeze before sitting down next to him, now holding onto his free arm.

"You two are brighter than ever" said Diego.

Five continued to ignore his brother, not being in the mood to speak at all that specific day.

"Has anybody see my…oh-" klaus paused when he saw five drinking his coffee and a suspiciously familiar box of coffee beans open.

"Five…is that your first cup?" Five raised a brow at his brother then looked down at his cup, the coffee looked normal and tasted just fine but since klaus is making faces something is definitely wrong with it.

"Let me see" you reached your hand to take a look too but he snatched the coffee too fast resulting in it spilling on your hand "ow!"

Five slammed his cup on the table and dragged you to the sink, he turned the cold water on and placed your hand there.

"Five you’re a little rough don’t you think?" You said without thinking, and apparently that was his last straw.

"If you knew what personal space is maybe this wouldn’t have happened and I wouldn’t have to deal with your childish behavior!"

You froze, staring dumbly at him before snatching your hand away and storming out of the kitchen with both his two brothers watching uncomfortably.

Five’s short temper never bothered you that much, he went through shit and his family wasn’t exactly the best at handling themselves alone without him throwing himself in straight up danger in order for everyone to survive.

But for some reason this time it hurt, probably because he never mentioned it before and hearing it in that tone made it seem like he couldn’t breath with you around.

You asked grace for some burns cream to cool down your hand and spent the rest of the day in Alison’s room since allowed you to take it as a personal safe space away from family drama.

It was around eight at night when he appeared in the room, you didn’t want to look at him and pretended to be interested in the old vogue magazine on Alison’s desk.

"Hey, listen…I didn’t mean what I said you know that"

Still ignoring him.

Five sighed before going in to grab your hand but you moved away, that made him cringe and turn his hands into fists.

"Why are you being difficult!?"

You turned to face him with hurt and anger both mixing on your face "You can’t breath with me around so why should I get near you!? I’m giving you your damn fucking space ok!"

Five curses himself then stood in front of the door stopping you from going anywhere "you shouldn’t take anything I say seriously when I snap…" his voice was now calmer "please…I’m sorry, I wasn’t in a good mood"

"You’re never in a good one, and you…" you felt choked, frustrated and embarrassed.

"I’m an idiot for screaming at you like that, that’s what I am…I don’t find you suffocating or any ridiculous conclusions you had got in your head, you’re the only person that I don’t mind touching me and being this close with, you’re the only one I want near me." He breathed, he looked tired.

"Do you really mean it?" You said.

"Of course, I would strangle Luther if he tried to remotely give me a side hug let alone hold my hand or any of the stuff you do…plus your touch is softer" you felt your cheeks flush at that. Five took your hand onto his and brought you close.

"Only you can be this close, understood?" He said.

"If you say so…but if you yell at me again like that I’m beating you up" you pouted but he only chuckled.

"Fair enough."

#five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five x reader #five x y/n #five hargreeves #five my beloved #netflix the umbrella academy #five the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy

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tripleyeeet · 10 months

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IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE, MAYBE (2)

SUMMARY: It's always been hard being the sibling of a superhero. Lately though, it feels next to impossible.

PAIRING: Miguel O'Hara & Female Reader

WORD COUNT: 5,136

WARNINGS: Angst, enemies-to-lovers adjacent, descriptions of a panic attack/dissociate behaviours, inappropriate use of medication/alcohol consumption.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, first of all, the amount of love I've received from this fic has been insane??? Like, y'all really knocked it out of the park, both here and on AO3 and I'm absolutely astounded? Thank you so much! You guys have literally motivated me so much so hopefully this chapter lives up to the hype of the first? :)

CHAPTER LIST / LAST CHAPTER / MASTERLIST

“God, I am never drinking again.”

You stumble into the living room with your hands against your eyes, palming the sockets roughly. It’s morning, maybe even early afternoon, and already the sun is pushing through the blinds, coating the apartment in enough light that it makes you squint. On the couch Miguel grumbles under the covers as you walk by, pulling the fabric over his head as he readjusts his position, directing himself away.

You’re surprised to see him there but say nothing, opting to wander into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water, noticing a fresh sticky note on the fridge: Call me when you’re up —Pete!

Hm, he must’ve gone over to MJ’s for the night.

Peeling the note away, you continue your trek for hydration, grabbing a glass that you fill and chug down twice before feeling satisfied enough to continue. Or at least, enough to survive considering just how sore you are. From your knees down you can feel the leftover aches from walking home; the many miles you’d managed to travel in your drunken state now heavy on your mind. There are at least one or two blisters on each foot thanks to your poor choice of footwear while the muscles surrounding your shins feel like they might actually be burning through your flesh.

As you walk back through the living room you try not to groan at the pain, turning your attention to Miguel who’s now reluctantly awake.

“Morning, grandpa.”

You walk over and press the sticky note to his forehead, ignoring the way he swears under his breath and looks at you with narrowed eyes.

“It’s not nice to assault people with sticky notes before they’ve had coffee.”

Shrugging in response, you walk back to your bedroom to grab your phone, listening to the creak of your couch as Miguel shifts out of place.

It’s weird that he’s still here. After everything that happened last month, you were certain you’d never have to see him again. Being Peter’s boss and not much else, he’d become nothing more than a disdainful memory as time went on. A poor impression from the past that Peter never talked about. If you were honest, you weren’t expecting to hear about him so soon, much less see him, especially without his mask.

So seeing him here, sitting so nonchalantly on your couch is a bit strange. Off-putting in a way that leaves you emotionally winded as you sit on the edge of your bed, staring at your notifications.

There’s about half a dozen apologies from Peter alone, each variation more extreme than the last. Mixed between there’s a few memes and a picture of him pretending to cry on MJ’s floor with the caption sorry for being the worst brother, which you immediately save for future use. There’s also one from Harry asking you to send him a work email that you ignore and another from Gwen once again asking you to come for brunch.

You glance at the time, noticing that it’s nearing eleven. She and Harry are probably already at their usual spot, munching away on overpriced, organic eggs and inhaling mimosas. (Something you'd normally enjoy but can’t quite fathom doing thanks to the pain currently rippling through your body.)

Groaning, you curl further into the bed, feeling your head shift like an ocean wave that sends you flying across the room. In response, you shut your eyes as tight as possible, hoping that if you roll with the movements you’ll get used to them faster.

Immunity through the power of will and all that.

“I see you’re still alive.”

You refuse to open your eyes. You need to focus on getting better —on pushing through the swirling motions that attack your brain because if you don’t you’ll be stuck here all day, helpless and in pain and way too dizzy. No longer will you be a person, but instead a shell. A fragile casing of sensitive flesh stretched over bruising bone that will slowly but surely deteriorate over time.

“Are you always this dramatic?”

The urge to argue persists, flowing through you just quick enough that you find yourself opening one eye, noticing his stance.

He’s standing nonchalantly in the centre of your room; hands placed neatly on his hips. On his face, the tiniest of smirks pokes out of the corner of his mouth, prompting you to lift your head, blinking at what feels like a rare sight.

“Are you always this hostile?”

“Only in the morning.”

“Even towards complete strangers?”

“Especially to strangers.”

“Makes sense why you don’t have many friends.”

“And how would you know that, stranger?”

He’s got that teasing tone that Harry always has. The one that sounds so condescending that it borders flirtation. Immediately it makes you roll your eyes and direct your attention back to your phone, realizing just how little you want to continue this conversation. You’re too hungover. Too sick and tired to do this whole back-and-forth thing, so instead you call Peter, putting the call on speakerphone with a sigh.

It rings twice before the other end clicks to life, a very joyful and awake Peter greeting the both of you. “Good morning friends, how are we doing on this beautiful morning?”

Almost in unison both of you grumble out a quiet fine that makes Peter laugh, prompting you to look at each other with shared disgust.

“Are you hungover?”

“What do you think?”

“Gwen called me this morning,” he says, changing the subject. “She wants to go for brunch.”

“That’s nice, but I will not be attending on the account of the fact that I’d rather die.”

“So dramatic,” Miguel chimes in.

Ignoring him, you place your phone onto the pillow next to you and tighten the covers around your throat.

Your head is still spinning but less so, the waves feeling more like lakeside tides than oceanic swells, leaving you thankful. There’s nothing worse than the spins after a night out. You can handle the stomach aches and even the vomiting but the second you can feel that mental drift you’re a goner.

“Okay well, MJ and I are going to go if you change your mind. Miguel, you're welcome to come too.”

“No thanks,” he says, unsurprisingly.

There’s a pause after that. One that lasts a solid five seconds but feels like a lifetime longer thanks to the way Miguel continues to stand there, staring at your pathetic frame tucked haphazardly beneath the covers.

“You know staring is rude, right?”

“Is it?”

“Yeah, and weird too considering I barely know you.”

“You saying it’s weird for strangers to stare at strangers?”

“A little, yeah, so knock it off.”

He gives in, his eyes diverting towards the window before they move to the door, motivating his body to leave the room without another word. Once he’s gone you let out a sigh of relief and listen to his footsteps, hearing the way they move through the living room and into the kitchen.

It makes you wonder why he’s even still here, taking up space in a home he isn’t really welcome in. You figured it was obvious from the beginning that he was nothing more than an overnight guest. A protective stand-in meant to slip away in the dead of night with no word or note. He was never meant to linger the way he is now and a part of you wonders if he already knows. If instead of picking up and applying said social cues, he’s opting to ignore them for some higher purpose.

It wouldn’t make much sense but then again, you don’t really know Miguel so maybe he’s just a lingerer. Maybe he’s socially awkward and doesn’t understand that when you’re being mean to him it means you want him to leave your house so you can vomit in peace.

“I see you guys are getting along.”

“Swimmingly.”

“Did you two have a good night?”

“Yes, oh my god it was amazing!”

“Really?”

You offer a fake laugh that Miguel walks in on, raising his brow in confusion. “No, we had a terrible time. Your boss is mean, Peter.”

Offended, Miguel opens his mouth to speak but quickly closes it, watching the way you smirk beneath the covers, watching his brows knit together.

“How am I mean? I walked you home didn’t I?”

“Sure, begrudgingly.”

He scoffs, his palms moving to encompass his hips again. “I didn’t realize I was supposed to enjoy walking you home. I’ll remember that next time.”

Next time?

You narrow your eyes and stare directly at him, noticing the way he mirrors your expression. It’s subtle at first, the way the crinkles of his eyes sort of deepen to match the lines across his forehead. His skin is rough —aged looking most likely due to the fact he probably slept terribly— and the bags beneath his eyes are the heaviest you’ve ever seen, even rivalling Peter’s on some of his rougher days. Like you, he looks more like a corpse than a person, his face devoid of anything other than the sickened frustration of having to deal with your attitude.

“I’m gonna be honest if you’re ever running late again, please call someone else.”

It’s obvious you’re talking to Peter but as you speak you continue staring at the man in front of you, glaring at the way his weight shifts beneath your gaze.

You hope he’s uncomfortable. You hope he’s embarrassed or at least feeling a little self-conscious for acting like such a child in a space that he hopefully never feels welcome in. If you were him you’d certainly be.

“Yeah, so, anyway, is that still a no to breakfast or…?”

You’re beginning to regret ever wanting to get involved in Peter’s double life. Or at least, its most recent developments. Up until last month, everything was fine. Simple and controlled and not at all hectic like it is now. Back then, everything was smooth sailing when it came to helping. Your only responsibilities being lie to May and make sure the window was always unlocked before you went to bed. Two very mundane tasks you could practically do in your sleep.

Nowadays, it feels like an endless loop of stress. Kind of like when you were eighteen and just finding out that your brother was a superhero for the first time. Everything is complicated again. The stakes feel higher than ever before knowing the truth that there’s a world out there just like yours, endlessly repeating. That instead of just one Spider-Man there’s probably a million variations doing the same thing Peter’s doing.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you look at everything differently —intensively. With each new person you pass you wonder what their version is like somewhere else. Are they still male or female? Are they younger? Older?

As you walk into brunch alongside Peter and MJ, it’s all you can think about as you stare at Gwen, remembering her counterpart. How she looked so familiar but you couldn’t quite place it.

You realize now that it’s because she’s your Gwen, but not. A direct copy but a good decade younger. They have the same hair colour and eyes and that little gap between their front teeth and upon seeing her it makes you wearily shift into your seat, putting on your fakest smile.

She’s already a bit tipsy when you arrive, you can tell. Her eyes are half closed and the grin plastered across her face is hazardously wide.

“Oh, my god, hi! I’m so glad you came!”

If it weren’t for the table between you she’d be pulling you in for a hug, tightening her grip around your shoulders until the air inside you was gone. You inhale nervously at the thought, wondering if other Gwen would do the same.

It’s hard to tell what traits transfer over. Considering she’s a spider person in her universe it’s more than likely she’s completely different, right? Perhaps relating more to Peter. It’d make sense that all spider people kind of have the same vibe. Perhaps like your brother, they’re nerdy and into photography and have partners with nicknames that double as their initials. Like him they'd live double lives, trying their best to find the balance between being crime-fighting arachnids and regular civilians with the help of their sisters.

Or brothers. You figure in other universes you’re probably a guy too. Hell, maybe even in some you're the spider person having to navigate through life with the help of your brother.

“Sorry we’re late,” Pete grins, pulling out the chair beside you so that MJ can sit down. “Somebody had a bit too much to drink.”

You shoot him a look as he sits at the head of the table, sticking out his tongue for good measure.

You hope in the universe where you have superpowers you give him a hard time.

“It’s fine, we overdid it too,” Gwen says, looking at Harry who rolls his eyes and looks at Peter, the two of them sharing a knowing glance.

“Hope you wore a condom,” you say, at which MJ and Gwen gasp, both of their mouths curling into cheeky grins that you can’t help but share.

Its always been obvious that the two of them are together, even though neither of them would ever admit it. It’s weird but Gwen says it’s a part of the intrigue, having this unlabeled relationship that she can just ride without the responsibility of making it a bit deal.

Both you and MJ think it’s because she secretly likes the drama of it all, but knowing how she’d react to such a claim, neither of you says that out loud.

“Did you make it home okay?” Gwen changes the subject before anyone can even join in, making you sort of sad because you love to tease.

“Relatively. Threw up on the walk home but that’s New York, baby.”

“Walk home?” Harry questions.

You freeze, remembering Miguel. He doesn’t exist in this world. At least, not to anyone other than you and Pete and maybe MJ. You’re not entirely sure what he’s told her but you figure she knows in some capacity because he wouldn’t have called you otherwise.

“I mean drive, sorry, drive home. I’m still hungover.” You try to laugh it off but Harry and Gwen share that look. The familiar one where they think you’re lying but know better than to actually bring it up. It’s the same look they give you sometimes when you’re covering for Peter and you hate it, feeling your chest tighten every time it’s shared right in front of your face.

It reminds you of how you felt having Miguel around. Something about the way he looks at you every time you talk fills you with that familiar twang of insignificance. Like whatever you say isn’t good enough.

With your friends you know it’s because you’re insecure about your lying capabilities. With Miguel though, it’s different. Yes, it feels the same physically but emotionally it’s an entirely new set of feelings. Ones that have you second-guessing their origins, remembering the way your stomach would twist each time he’d insult you. Each time he’d look at you with those dark eyes and pouting mouth.

Thinking about it now, he reminds you very little of Peter. Aside from the moniker of Spider-Man the only similarities (so far) you can confidently say that they share is the art of sarcasm and deflection. The way their voices can become so monotonous at the drop of a hat is unparalleled, even with all the tension, and it’s frustrating.

It makes you wish you didn’t wear your emotions on your sleeve. Like Peter and Miguel, you wish you could box it all up in the form of calm words so that nobody even got the chance to look at you the way Harry and Gwen still are.

Secretly, you wish you were the spider person of this universe. Not because you want to save lives, selfishly. No, you mostly just wish you were stronger like them. Less like yourself and more like your brother who sits at the head of the table holding MJ’s hand with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

And not so secretly, you want what he has. You want to be confident and to have people look at you in a way that’s filled with adoration. To have them survey you and conclude that you’re decent rather than picking out your flaws. You want May to look at you with fondness. You want her to be proud of you in the same way she’s proud of Peter and to affirm your belief that you’re doing alright for yourself even without filling her desires for grandkids.

You want Harry to look at you with respect. To stop looking through you just because you’re Parker’s sister who just so happens to be smart too. You want him to take him as seriously as he takes Gwen without the sex. Without the implication that to be valued, you need to provide him with something worthwhile.

You want Gwen to appreciate everything you do for her. To stop taking advantage of you at work and in life —to provide you with the comfort of an actual friend.

You want value, you decide. Whether that’s through the gain of superpowers or not. All you want is a little bit more than you’re given and you wish you could express that as you sit at the table, watching everyone talk and laugh as if you’re not really there.

Beside you, MJ leans into Peter as he talks, resting her chin on her hand in longing silence while the two across the table sit, completely engrossed. You try your best to listen in too, picking up that the story involves his boss over at the Bugle. Something about how his last few pictures of Spider-Man were so good he nearly fell off his chair.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes and pull out your phone, scanning the screen mindlessly, clicking on apps and profiles over and over again until the waitress shows up and asks for your order. You get a mimosa regardless of your hangover and a bagel breakfast sandwich with all the extra fixings, knowing you need it. Then you wait. Wordlessly exhausted, wishing that instead of deciding to tag along you’d stayed at home under the comfort of your covers.

Once you step over the threshold of your apartment you let out a sigh of relief and sink into the couch alongside Peter who rubs his face. By now your social battery is running at a negative ten, making your mind fill with nervous thoughts that have you frowning as you curl into yourself, clutching your knees to your chest.

You shouldn’t have gone, you decide then. Regardless of the extended invitation, it was obvious you were only invited because Gwen was drunk and felt bad. That’s usually how it went nowadays.

“They’re a lot, aren’t they?”

Peter’s always known how much you struggle with people —how you overthink every interaction after it’s happened. It’s how it’s always been and he’s used to it.

As you nod, you feel his hand against your shoulder, tightening. It’s a gesture of understanding but at the moment it feels like pity so you brush him off, frowning even harder.

“You okay?”

You aren’t. You’re overstimulated from the amount of interacting you’ve done in the last twenty-four hours. From Harry and Gwen to Miguel and back you haven’t had a break all day and you can feel your mask slipping. Physically, your chest is aching for a breath you can’t quite get, the realization of your interactions pushing you over the edge and all you want to do is scream.

You were such an asshole today. Sure, you’re always kind of mean but this morning specifically felt like a step above the rest with the way you argued with Miguel as if you knew him. As if last night was just another night between you, adding to countless others. You were brash and unwelcoming and rude, and despite how you feel about him sometimes, you still feel pretty shit about it.

“Do you need anything?”

“No.”

Your tone is stubborn, dripping with an arrogance that has Pete sighing because he knows he can’t do much. When you’re in these moods all he can really do is let you live through your anger —to explore the hate you feel inside in private. It’s how you’ve always done things. So when Peter looks at you with sympathy you can know that’s it. He won’t press the matter further. He’ll just get up and leave and go to MJ’s for the night. Check-in in the morning like he usually does.

As he stands you’re met with feelings of both relief and regret, watching the way he carefully pats your head and steps over your legs. Inside, your stomach drops as he wanders to the doorway, slipping on his shoes and coat without saying a word, knowing that it never solves anything —just makes it all messy.

Again, like always, you wish you were like him in these instances. Because maybe then you could have a normal relationship that doesn’t rely on boundaries you wish didn’t exist. Instead of pushing everyone away you could sit with them —talk to them. Express instead of repress. Prove to them that the love you want is the love you deserve.

If you were in any other universe you’re certain you could do it. In this one though?

You’re too scared.

When you’re alone, it happens, the calm before the storm.

As the hours move and you lay exhausted on the couch staring at your phone, you find yourself scrolling. Distracting yourself from the inevitable breaking point by watching YouTube video after YouTube video. First, you start with your usual poison, simple documentaries about things like haunted houses or murder cases that remained unsolved. Lazily, you click thumbnail and thumbnail, half absorbing all the names and dates and details as you lie prone, trying not to think about it.

It takes hours for you to fully accept your emotions and when you do it’s a mess. Now lying in bed, it’s nearing eight and your deep dive on unsolved mysteries has turned into videos discussing the topics of the multiverse. You’re not sure why you decided to delve into all that but regardless, as you do you’re in your head again, clutching a pillow tightly against your cheek as you try to steady your thoughts.

You bet Miguel’s world has a version of you that’s nicer. One that treats him with respect. They’re probably a spider person too which is why he looks at you with such disdain every time you argue. You’re a lesser version of them —no comparison. They’re better and it drives you insane, thinking that the approval of a man you hardly know is important.

Aside from Peter, there’s absolutely nothing connecting you. You’re from different worlds both literally and figuratively, so it doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter.

Except that it does, doesn’t it? Deep down, regardless of how well you know one another, this man has managed to find his way inside your skin. You’re not sure when or how or why but somehow he’s always there, lingering at the back of your mind like a memory. Like he’s absent until he’s not —until something reminds you that he exists and that he thinks you’re too inexperienced to understand that he doesn’t like you.

You figure he doesn’t like you because you’re stubborn. You’re sure there are other reasons but that’s the only one that really jumps out. The way he speaks to you is a direct example of that. Changing subjects often, he doesn’t like when you push his pull. Doesn’t like when you defy his authority or pry. He wants complete and total control and when you’re around he knows he doesn’t have that. You don’t trust him enough to give it.

His version of you probably gives him whatever he wants. Probably spoils him by following him around like some lost fucking puppy. They’re probably older than you —experienced— and have the backbone of an earthworm.

He probably loves it.

Shoving your face into your pillow you let out a loud groan, letting the tears well and overflow against the fabric of your pillowcase.

It’s sudden, the storm. Erupting out of nowhere over something that shouldn’t matter. Quickly, there’s a rage that fills inside you, quietly creeping from the depths of your soul in the form of breathless gasps and shaky hands.

You turn upwards to face the ceiling, the tears coating your eyes in a layer of disarray. You can’t see anything but the blurred beige above you. Everything moves like brushstrokes across the canvas, thick and liquidy and not quite good-looking. It makes you blink in annoyance and throw your forearms over your head, trying to stop the world from letting you see or shake or feel anything other than regret.

It’s painful, the storm. It feels like a deep wound being opened back up again. All the build-up of scar tissue is there, shoved amongst the perfectly good parts. Usually, they linger there together but as the wound is peeled open by your own hand, you can feel the worst of it start to push.

As it surfaces, you can feel the catalyst begin to wake. The rate at which the chemicals in your brain begin to increase, pushing you over the edge.

It fucking hurts.

By now your wound is gaping, ripping at the base of your chest. It’s hard to breathe under all the pressure of the damaged flesh. Under all the memories of a life you once thought was good. Decent

In another universe, you hope to god you feel just like this. Like the world is caving in and you’re the last survivor. At least then you wouldn’t feel so alone —so beside yourself while everyone else so carelessly continues moving.

It helps calm the storm. Thinking of you —another you. Regardless of if they’re better or worse or completely equal to you, the thought of this feeling extending across the expanse of a place you don’t quite understand fills you with ease.

It closes the hole in your chest —pushes all the tainted flesh back inside for safekeeping. Slowly, it settles into something you can handle again, sewing up the edges that’ll inevitably leave a new scar.

As you sit up from your bed, brushing past the tears to clear your vision, you feel your breath begin to steady. A slow one-through-five inhale, followed by another one-through-five exhale, each one becoming stronger than the last as you look towards the window, noticing the familiar blue and red spandex standing silently on your fire escape.

He doesn’t move when you notice him. Doesn’t fly through the air or duck out of sight. Standing there, it’s as if instead of flesh he’s made of stone, unwavering in his attempts to watch you carefully through the window. It’s scary if you’re honest. The way he looks so detached from the world. Even without seeing his face, it’s as if there’s nothing behind the angered design that adorns his features below. His emotions feel completely blank underneath the fabric, making you wonder.

What’s he thinking about?

As you inch toward the edge of the bed, you see him twitch. It’s subtle. The fingers of his right hand sort of jolt lightly in the air, and it’s over before you can even think about it, so you don’t. Instead choosing to forget as you move towards the window.

Surprisingly, he still doesn’t move. All he does is breathe, letting the rise and fall of his chest ruin the image of his fixed stance. He’s nervous, like you, you determine. Scared, like you.

It motivates your movements, pushing you through the room until you’re standing in front of the window, reaching for it with shaky hands.

Why hasn’t he left yet?

You push open the window, slowly, watching his body begin to move towards it, his leg pushing through the moment you step away.

“What are you doing here?”

He doesn’t respond. At first, you assume it’s because he’s embarrassed and doesn’t know what to say but then he moves. Lifelessly, he brushes past you and wanders into the living room, forcing you to follow as he drops onto the couch with a groan.

Seriously, why is he here?

You open your mouth to repeat your previous question but are interrupted by his mask. Almost instantly, it disintegrates before your very eyes, revealing fresh injuries that have you holding your tongue because laying there, he looks like Peter after a rough night. Maybe even worse thanks to the shiner that takes a good portion of his left eye.

“Do you have any painkillers?”

You don’t even respond before you leave the room, wandering into your bathroom to grab the usual meds you give Peter. They’re prescription, originally given to you for period cramps, but they do wonders on a battered body.

When you reenter, Miguel’s face is scrunched in pain, struggling to find comfort. Because of this, you practically run to the kitchen, grabbing all the usual items: water, ice packs, scotch, carrying it all in one go.

“What’s the scotch for?”

You untuck a glass from the crook of your elbow and settle on the floor beside the couch, pouring it halfway to the top before downing it.

“None for me?”

You pour another one. “You’re not meant to take it with pills but Peter always says it makes him sleep better.”

“Okay.”

You’re no doctor, but you’ve experienced this same formula countless times. If he takes one pill with one full glass of water then drinks the scotch, followed by another water he’ll be out like a light in no time.

“Pill, water, scotch, water,” you instruct, watching him closely as he follows suit, chugging back everything in under a minute.

After it’s done he settles into the couch again, tucking ice packs against his face and chest before glancing your way with a grin. “Stuff’s nice. Goes down good.”

He sounds like he’s been hit by a bus, his voice rubbed raw, scratching your brain in a way that makes you squint as you pour yourself another glass.

“Good cause it cost a pretty penny.”

“Yeah?”

You nod, opting to sip this one, still feeling the burn of the other radiating throughout your chest. “Ben bought it for me. A graduation present or something.”

“Wasn’t that ages ago?”

“Your point?”

All he does is grin and close his eyes.

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nakunakunomi · 7 months

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🕱 Lovebites Masterlist 🕱 this is a VAMPIRE AU event 🕱 ☽☽ Character: Toshiro (Bleach) x Gn Reader ☾☾ ✩ Requested by: @kagechikage ✩ [Fluff] ✩ Warnings: mentions of blood, biting ✩

As a vampire, you had lived through quite a few decades already. Initially, it was a struggle for you to survive. You settled mostly for drinking animal blood, because the thought of hunting humans was terrifying and made you feel queasy.

But over the years, you have settled into your nature. You figured out you could ‘ethically’ hunt, even find people that would willingly offer their blood to you. A bite didn’t turn a human, as they would like to think because of their stories. It was perfectly possible to hunt without any of the downsides, in certain cases a bite was actually more of a pleasurable experience.

Today’s prey however, was proving to be a little more of a challenge. You had met him on a college campus and had an interesting conversation. He seemed only mildly interested in you, but you chalked it up to playing hard-to-get. His body language betrayed him and the rosy blush on his pale cheeks let you know that he was at the very least a little infatuated by you. The way he averted his eyes when you asked him to meet you that night was telling as well. You had gotten good at this over the years, picking out those that would eventually fold and let you have a few sips of their blood before never seeing them again.

But he had left you waiting in the evening, something you weren’t really used to anymore. He seemed wary when he approached you too, and you knew you’d have to put in a little extra effort. You wanted him at ease, wanted him to consent when you finally popped the question. You didn’t want your hunt to be for naught.

“So, Toshiro, any places around here that you like to frequent for a drink?”

He was quiet for a bit, seemingly thinking about an answer. When he did open his mouth to reply, he caught you off guard.

“I don’t know, doesn’t your kind just take their dates into the forest for a drink?”

He put such emphasis on the words ‘your kind’, but kept the rest of his tone so lighthearted, that you got a mental whiplash from just the one sentence.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

It was no use denying it, and you weren’t even sure just why you tried. The hunt was over, and you’d explain and ask for a bite anyway. You should’ve just come clean then and there. Sure, it wasn’t the way you usually let it build up, and sure, you would have preferred that he was more relaxed and happy in the moment you told him -increasing your chances of a positive reply-, but there was nothing wrong with him figuring it out.

You spoke up before he could even reply.

“I mean, I wanted to tell you at some point tonight, I don’t do the creepy forest vampire thing. I usually go out with potential targets, have a good time, and maybe if I’m lucky, ask them for a little nibble in the evening.”

He raised a white brow, not even bothering to hide the skeptic look on his face.

“You ask consent?”

“yeah,” you shrugged, “you’d be surprised how many guys are actually into it. And it feels kind of nice in the right setting, or so I have been told.”

He was quiet for a bit, overthinking what you said. He may have taken you off guard by confronting you, but he wasn’t prepared for your casual -yet honest- answer. He was not quite sure just how much of your reply he could trust.

“So you really just want a date right now?”

You nodded.

“And if by the end of the night, I do not want to get bitten, then you’ll just let me leave?”

You nodded again. He went silent once more and you were starting to feel awkward. He was cute, and you were definitely intrigued by him, but you were wondering if it was worth the hassle. The silence went on for what seemed like an hour, but in reality was probably only a couple more seconds.

“Okay, let’s go then. I will have to disappoint you though, I don’t frequent bars. But I know a nice coffee shop not too far from here that has great cake.”

You giggled, resisting the urge to make a joke about his small stature and the fact that he’d rather go have sweets than a drink. You figured he wouldn’t really appreciate it, and if you wanted your ‘hunt’ to be successful, you had to have him on your good side.

“Sounds great, and then afterwards, you’ll be my dessert?”

“We’ll see about that.”

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mxnsxngie · 11 months

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Meant For Me (P.S): Chapter 1

Warnings: talks of sexual encounters and prior drunk shenanigans but no detailed scenes

Word Count: 1893

Author's Note: Okay SO! I have never written a series OR smau OR for Ateez before, but here we go! I hope you all like one Park Seonghwa, and I hope you enjoy!

Let Me Know What You Think!

“I swear this place has the best coffee” you hummed as you walked across the coffee shop with your friends to grab a large table for everyone.

“Girl we’ve known they do” Mae said as she plopped herself into one of the seats at the table.

“I know that, but it still somehow baffles me every time” you say as you sit down in a chair beside her, laughing at her.

“Same here, it’s soooo good! I couldn’t survive without it” Cassi says as she sits across from you. You all nod and hum in agreement. So what if you were all caffeine addicts?

“Okay so spill, how did you find your soulmate and what’s he like?! I want to know everything!” Cassi says as she looks over at Mae, turning towards her.

“Oh my god yes! Please tell us about the guys that’s managed to keep you holed up for like, 3 days” you chuckle as you turn towards her too.

“Okay first of all, he is sooo good. When y’all find your soulmates you’ll be doing the same, because girl it is amazing! But we’ll get back to that!” Mae says causing you all to laugh at her. She could be a bit dramatic but somehow you didn’t think she was exaggerating on this one. You only hoped you’d get to experience this.

“So, remember how I mentioned I have a project for my literature class that we had to have a partner for and I got paired with that extremely pretty guy?” She asks you and Cassi.

“Yeah! Oh my god, no way? Is it him?!” Cassi asks in surprise.

“She’s getting there, let her tell the story” you laugh at your friends eagerness.

“I’m getting there! But yes, that guy! So we were meeting up at the library to work on the project and he beat me there. I was walking towards him and like my clumsy ass tripped! I think it must have been on a cord or something, but I tripped and landed on his lap. Thank god he caught me, but my heart was racing and l thought it was from the fall. But I looked at him, and my side kind of started tingling, right where my mark is. And I realized when I landed in his lap, he caught me by my side so I wouldn’t fall off him. It took my breath away, and then I realized when he caught me my hand was kind of on the side of of his face, like my hand in his hair on the side of his face, and right under my thumb, he had a mark by his eye where I was holding him! We kind of just sat there for a moment looking at each other after that” she laughed a little, but had a dreamy look on her face.

“Stop that’s so cute! But how did the disappearing for three days happen?” Cassi asked with a smirk.

“Oh that’s the best part! So after we were looking at each other for a minute, he leaned over and kissed me and it was like literal sparks were flying. I was breathless when we pulled back and he asked if I wanted to go back to his place to get acquainted before we did the project, so we scrambled to grab our stuff and went to his. And uh, well we spent the next couple of days alternating between fucking like animals and working on the project” she laughs. “But god the things that man can do, he is something else” she groans.

“Sounds like it” you laugh, looking at the dazed look on your friends face.

“God I can’t wait for that” Cassi sighs as she sips her coffee.

“I hope I get that cause it sounds amazing” you say as you look at your drink before taking a sip, trying not to be too disappointed.

“Oh you will and you’ll love it. It’s a like a whole other world when it’s with your soulmate. Ooo speaking of!” Mae says as she jumps up from her seat. You laugh at her as you and Cassi stand up and follow her to where she’s run over to a group of four guys who walked in. She immediately is hugging one of them as he gives her a brief kiss and takes her hand as she leads them back to where you and Cassi are standing at the table.

“Guys this is my Yeosang! Yeosang, these are my best friends Cassi and y/n!” Mae says as he reaches his hand out to shake both of yours.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you!” You say as you shake his hand. Mae wasn’t exaggerating, he was stunning.

“Nice to meet you too! This coffee shop looks really nice” he says as he shakes Cassi’s hand.

“Isn’t it?!” Mae says to him with a smile.

“Oh so it’s okay when he talks about the aesthetic but not me?” You say with a brow raised.

“Yeah, you talk about how cute places are all the time, but this is the first time he’s ever really said a place is aesthetically pleasing” Mae says with a smirk.

“Yeah yeah I see how it is” you say with a joking eye roll, causing everyone to laugh.

“Oh I’m so sorry! I should introduce the others!” Yeosang says as he looks over to his friends

“This chaotic dumbass is Wooyoung” Yeosang says as he gestures to a shorter man with dark hair.

“First of all, I take offense to that. But hi, you guys can call me Woo, nice to meet you” he says with a smirk as he shakes both of your hands. You snickered at his attitude, Mae was going to be great friends with him.

“This is Hongjoong” he introduces as he claps his friend on the shoulder.

“Pleasure to meet you” the shorter blonde says as he shakes your hand before moving towards Cassi.

“And the tall one here is Seonghwa” he says as the tall dark haired man steps forward to shake your hand with a beautiful smile.

“It’s nice to meet you” he says, as he smiles down at you.

“It’s nice to meet you too” you say smiling back as you get lost in his eyes for a second as you shake his hand. He really was stunning, and you couldn’t explain it, but something about him felt comforting. Just as a light blush was taking over your cheeks, you hear a pair of gasps come from your right. You all turn your heads to see Cassi and Hongjoong shaking hands with their eyes locked in shock.

“Are you guys okay?” You ask as you slowly drop Seonghwa’s hand and turn to stand next to him as you look at your friends in confusion.

“It’s you?” They both accidentally say in unison before laughing together.

“I’m confused here” Seonghwa says from beside you, just as puzzled.

“No fucking way! This is great! Our friends are soulmates too!” Mae says as she bounces a little beside Yeosang.

“Wait really? They just looked at each other” Yeosang says in surprise.

“Yeah but it’s different for everyone. I didn’t have a mark, but I guess ours was eye contact” Cassi says quietly, still looking Hongjoong in the eye as she smiles.

“I can’t believe I found you” Hongjoong says smiling back.

“Well shit! That’s awesome! Now we just need to find Hwa’s” Woo says as he claps Seonghwa’s shoulder.

The tall man beside you groans as everyone starts moving to sit down at the table and takes a seat.

“I already told you man, I don’t think I have one” he says as he sits down and you sit on one side of him while Woo sits on his other side. “Besides, you haven’t found yours either” he tells his friend with a scolding look.

“Yeah but I will, I know they’re out there. I’m not convinced I don’t have one like you, mom” Woo teases his friend as Mae and Cassi turn in surprise.

“You don’t think you have one? That’s funny, y/n doesn’t think she does either” Mae says from beside Yeosang as they hold hands.

“Mae!” You screech at your friend.

“What? It’s true!” She says as if it’s the simplest thing.

“Wait seriously? That’s a little weird. What a coincidence” Woo says with a smirk at Seonghwa.

“It is a little! Maybe you’re each others soulmates and don’t know it yet” Hongjoong offers with his arm around Cassi.

“Guys I know you all want to help but I don’t think I have one. If I do that’ll be great, but I’m really doubting it” you say a little defeated.

“I have to agree, it’ll be great if we do have one, but until then we’re fine, so let us figure it out?” Seonghwa speaks up form besides you. Everyone nods and murmurs their agreement before changing the subject.

As everyone starts talking, you feel Seonghwa slowly take your hand from beside you and you look up at him.

“Sorry that happened. I knew my friends could be like that, but I didn’t realize yours were too. I didn’t want you to get roped into that.” He says quietly as he looks at you, rubbing your hand with his thumb.

“No it’s okay, I’m used to it honestly. But thanks for that, I appreciate you calming them all down. It’s nice to not be the only having to do that anymore” you say with a chuckle as you smile at him. You felt a little warmth where his thumb rubbed your hand as he held it. Something about his touch was just so calming and soothing. You couldn’t explain why, but you weren’t complaining.

“We’ll I’ll gladly come to the rescue anytime. Give me your number, just in case you know” he says as he chuckles with a smile. You smile back and give him your number before looking at each other again. He just felt so familiar and you loved how at ease he made you feel.

“Hey! Hellooooo! Earth to Kayla!” You hear Mae yelling at you two with a smirk on her face. Shit, you were definitely getting it later.

“Sorry, what’s up?” You say blushing as you look at your friend. What you don’t notice is Seonghwa doing the same as Woo smirks at him.

“We’re all going to go for a movie or something. Are you guys in or do you need a room or something?” She smirks as she asks you.

“No no, we’ll come, sorry!” You say as you blush with a chuckle.

“Cool, let’s all go then!” Cassi says as everyone goes to stand after everyone exchanged numbers. As you do the same, you realize Seonghwa was still holding your hand.

You hadn’t even realized he still was, but you didn’t mind. Somehow Seonghwa made the fact that your friends found their soulmates and you hadn’t more tolerable. Him not having one either coupled with the calm and peaceful feeling he gave you when he was around you made everything feel like it would be okay. You couldn’t but smile as you looked at him while he led you out with the others. Maybe not having a soulmate wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

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Ep 26: Under the Sky So Blue

Thank you to the @trigun98watchparty for making this possible, and to all of you who have been reading along with me to this point. It's been a great trip down memory lane and getting acquainted or re-acquainted with other '98 fans who watched the first Trigun and loved it despite its flaws.

Also big thank you to those who engaged in meta, especially @tiggymalvern! Finding you again was the nicest surprise of all!

Without further ado, I am plant-ing (HARF) my tongue firmly in cheek for the intro to this recap.

Knives. We need to talk.

You have spent the last 130 years working on becoming the most basic bitch on NML, and you've done a good job. You couldn't be any blonder or blue-eyed. You have (had) a loyal second-in-command who did all your dirty work for you so you didn't have to get your hair mussed. You have a Squad who secretly hates you but sticks around because they want to be on the right side of things if you win out. And you have a silly-looking pair of boots.

It's also well known that you are the Beverage Boy of NML. On your desk (which is sitting in front of a big loopy wall art stating "Live, Laugh, Murder Everyone") and next to the "Universe's #1 Brother" mug you bought yourself is a canvas frame that says "But first, coffee." You probably killed everyone else at Target so you could get the latest Stanley.

But Knives. Knives. The wine? That's a red you're drinking. Red wine doesn't get chilled. It should be decanted and served at room temperature. Plus, basic bitches drink rosé, or a white zinfandel. To make your declassé behavior worse, you're drinking it out of a martini glass. If you're going to have a Cosmo, have a Cosmo. It's no shame. But really - how are you going to claim that you're a superior breed if you don't know such simple rules of etiquette?

Get a grip, Beverage Boy.

--Aw, baby Vash.

--I wonder whether the twins need to eat and drink, or whether it's just easier for them if they do.

--You know, Knives, humans wouldn't have had to rely so heavily on the Plants if you hadn't crashed the ships. Ofc he didn't intend to have anyone survive besides himself and Vash, which sounds pretty boring. What were the two of you going to do for all eternity?

--Was Knives working on the guns before the ship crashed, and that's what he went in to find?

--I remember seeing somewhere that the little cartridge above the barrel of the Long Colts is a teeny Plant, or Plant-stuff. Anyone else recall this?

--NOW who's the big whiny baby, Knives? (my leg, it hurts! Why?)

--That must be a very young Doc on the ship. Although, there's nothing to say that a year on NML is the same as a year on Earth. It would be more surprising if it was, rather than it wasn't.

--LOL William Conrad (aka Revnunt Buskus) is from Cleveland, Ohio

--No but seriously, how did Knives get himself and Vash's severed arm out of July after getting blasted to smithereens?

--"Hi Knives! Living as a human was great! Congratulations bro, I am done with your shit!"

--Vash kept quite a few of Leonov's wires. They've come in handy.

--Knives has learned Vash's physical tricks well enough to keep up with him... and Vash has finally figured out how to control his Plant powers well enough to cancel his brother out. (Tristamp really nailed this; their battle in the final ep was fantastic)

--Vash is worn out. Not only has he been shot through the shoulder by his brother, he's likely not completely healed from the encounter with Legato.

--Even in death, WW is looking after his friend and kicking his ass to do something, damnit! I'm right here to help you!

--The peppering Knives got from the Punisher likely wouldn't have been enough to put Vash off, but Knives has never been able to handle physical pain. Vash remembers this very well and takes excellent advantage of it.

--that boy has jawlines for days

--A blast from the well, the cauldron of Rebirth. Vash is reborn to be his own person, to make the right choices for himself and his conscience, rather than for her memory.

Which is what every mother wants for her son. I should know.

--go get your man, Meryl, he won't keep you waiting. if he did you'd go find him anyway.

--Vash leaves his coat, his gun... and his sunglasses. He's done hiding behind them. He doesn't need to anymore.

--This would have been the ending scene, for most anime. Anyone who watches anime gets used to the vague ending, the things left unsaid, and the ambiguity. There's rarely a "happy ending" the way Westerners think of them. Vash could have wandered off into the sunset, leaving the viewer to wonder whether he ever saw Milly and Meryl again. That's pretty normal.

And then there's Trigun, which takes that expected ambiguity and says "nah, we're not done."

Vash comes back to town. He's made his choice to accept the girls into his life, of his own volition, and he's going to let them make their own choices about having him (and his brother) in their lives. There would be an awful lot to sort out, but he wants to try.

This is the very next scene. Don't tell me otherwise; I don't want to hear it. (credit: doujinshi circle Nail Cut Club; title Meteo Strike).

I have Big Thoughts about what could happen after this, and of course a fanfic, but my cat wants me to go to bed now. She's being very persistent.

Thanks to all of you who read this far. You're the best, and I love you all! And talk to me, I like hearing from ppl!

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offorestsongs · 27 days

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OC INTRODUCTION ❣️KALLE BRUNNE

BASIC INFORMATION

name 🐚 Kalle Brunne

age 🐚 17

birthday 🐚 02.06

height 🐚 173cm

homeland 🐚 Coral Sea

dorm 🐚 Octavinelle

class 🐚 2-C (Sophomore)

best subject 🐚 Defense Magic

club 🐚 Science Club

dominant hand 🐚 left

Quiet, mysterious and always looking like he would rather be somewhere else, Kalle is Azul's loyal yes-man. He spends most of the time on the sidelines, carefully observing people around him and gathering information. He acts as Azul's eyes and follows his every order, gossip says.

Like the rest of the Octavinelle trio, Kalle is a merperson and actually went to the same middle school as them, though they never interacted much. To be fair, Kalle had never interacted much with anyone. As the middle child out of a gaggle of loud kids, he grew up either being forgotten and left behind, getting compared to their more accomplished younger siblings or being mocked by their older siblings' friends. They quick learned that the best way to survive is to fade into the background and let people more powerful than them cover their back.

At Night Raven College, when the word about Azul's wish-granting abilities spread out, Kalle came to him, offering his services in exchange for a safe and secure place in the school metaphorical food chain.

Just as smart and cunning as Azul and the twins, he follows Azul's orders blindly. Determined, methodical and good at planning. While he usually doesn't speak much, when he does, it's usually something sarcastic. He tends to say he has a low stupidity tolerance.

While they're good at keeping his cool and seeming indifferent to most things, inside they're a deeply emotional person who learned how to hide almost everything about themselves, including their opinions and interests.

Their signature spell is called Seaglass. It allows them to see through another person's eyes for up to 30 seconds at a time without the person knowing.

TRIVIA/OTHER FACTS

🐚 twisted from Ursula's cauldron

🐚 Rook calls him Monsieur Lunette (Monsieur Spyglass)

🐚 his merfolk form is based on coral groupers, which are the fishes known for hunting with moray eels

🐚 their last name comes from the word "brun", which is danish for "brown" (since Hans Christian Andersen was Danish hihi)

🐚 they're actually a BIG science and biology nerd

🐚 they're also, surprisingly, very interested in makeup, seeing it as a kind of science as well, but it's the interest they're the most secretive about

🐚 at first they joined the Board Games Club because of Azul but quickly dipped because they found it boring and they though Idia was annoying (lmao)

🐚 if he could, he would live entirely on black coffee or some inhuman mix of energy drinks

🐚 loves researching the most random topics; you can often see them in the library, wandering between the shelves, searching for something that will catch their eye

RELATIONSHIPS

Azul Ashengrotto — here's the thing, you see. Yes, Kalle admires his inteligence and magic powers and will do basically anything he says without hesitation. Does he actually like Azul as a person, though? Well. Sometimes, during the times when Kalle tries to not feel jealous of his magic or his place in the school's society. He tries to not think about Azul as a friend, though, trying to keep their relationship strictly business-like. (They're so friends.)

Floyd Leech — oh, boy. Their first meeting, still back in middle school, ended in a bit of a disaster, with Kalle losing his patience for once and yelling at Floyd. That made Flody think that maybe Kalle is somebody like Riddle — somebody easy to anger. Somebody fun. Unfortunately for Kalle, the fact that he actually has a great control of his emotion and rarely loses his cool only made Floyd more persistent. He wanted to push Kalle's buttons, see what exactly it is that sets him off, tests the limits of his patience. And well. It would be easier for Kalle if they could simply dislike Floyd. See him as simply lazy and chaotic and stupid, instead of noticing his intelligence and the ability to see through people and feeling drawn to his antics. They often argue, though it had long lost any fire and now sounds more like friendly bickering and if they sometimes make out in the hallways— that's Kalle's bussines, alright.

Jade Leech — probably the only person from the Octavinelle trio that Kalle has a simple, straightforward relationship with. They're friends, in their own weird way. Neither of them has the need to pry into the other's affairs but they feel comfortable in eachother's presence and Kalle shares Jade's interest in different land flora.

Kalim Al-Asim — easily one of Kalle's most disliked people at school. He doesn't know what it is about Kalim that wears his patience so thin so quickly and he doesn't want to find out, preferring to stay as away from the boy as possible.

Jamil Viper — in another universe, those two maybe could be friends. Sadly, for now Kalle spends most of the time observing Jamil with suspicion, not trusting anything he does. They're also — most importantly, very embarrassingly — just a bit jealous of the way Azul tried to befriend Jamil. But that's a secret.

Rook Hunt — if Kalle could ask a genie for one wish, it would be for Rook Hunt to finally shut up. Sadly, there's no genies nearby and so Kalle has to suffer through every Science Club meeting. Even more tragic, Rook seems to know a lot about about a lot of different things Kalle finds interesting and so they make the same mistake everytime, agreeing to help Rook with a club project only to regret it after, when he has to listen to the boy talk about sunsets or Vil’s eyes for two hours.

Trey Clover — he's not sure if he and Trey are friends, but Kalle likes him. He's usually the most sane person around, which feels like a breath of fresh air after being in the same dorm as the Leeches. While they dont necessarily hang out, they sometimes spend time in the library together and being the upperclassman, Trey helps Kalle with homework from time to time.

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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Part 2 to slasher Ghost. Please. Love you <3

This is a part 2 to this! Think of this like the second movie.

It’d been almost a year. 11 months, to be exact. Soap had become kind of known as the “Slasher Fieldtrip” survivor which was annoying for so many reasons but that had died down. Thankfully.

No one had found out that the only reason he’d survived was trying to sleep with the killer, either. Which would be fucking mortifying if it ever came out so he was entirely grateful that it had not.

Soap had... not forgotten. He’d moved on, kind of but... he still sometimes woke up to the sensation of blood dripping on him. To images of death and gore. If he was alone for too long, he caught flashes of blue eyes in the shadows, felt breath on his neck.

Thankfully, Rodolfo had him move in with him and Alejandro. It was technically Alejandro’s apartment (though apartment was loose since it was fucking giant) but Alejandro was very sweet on Rudy, so Rodolfo had just kind of said move in and Alejandro had shrugged and said “sure.”

So, Soap had done just that. It was really nice not living alone. Rodolfo was smart enough to never bring up the incident and he’d tried to fight several people who did.

Soap had to admit, he’d become kind of clingy to Rodolfo. He couldn’t stand being alone at all. Any time he did, the words of the note would come back to him. “I’ll be back for you. You’re mine.” Anytime he thought of the words, his blood would run cold.

Three months after the incident, Rodolfo had walked in on him, shredding the now healed mark with a knife. Rodolfo had almost screamed and stopped him. It was unrecognizable, now, and Soap was glad for that. He hated being marked like that.

“Hey, Soap, have you been listening at all??” Rodolfo clicked his fingers in front of Soap’s face and he flinched, looking at him. “Right.” Rodolfo winced. “Anyway, I was telling you that Alejandro is going on another fucking trip again.”

Soap frowned. “Damn, I’m sorry. I’m surprised he can get away with taking that many in the year. Surely his attendance is shit.”

Rodolfo snorted. “His dad practically funds the college. He’ll be fine.” He waved his hand and then put his chin in his palm. “Whatever.”

“I’m sorry, Rudy.” Soap rubbed his shoulder. “Well, we can hang out and watch movies.”

Rodolfo smiled. “Yeah, we could.” He softened and relaxed. Then, he got a devious smile. “You know... there’s a party, tomorrow. We could go...”

“Uh huh.” Soap laughed, knowing his friend well. “And I’m guessing this party definitely isn’t just so you can take pictures and send them to Alejandro and provoke him into coming home early, hmm?”

“Definitely not.” Rodolfo laughed and shook his head, though he was clearly lying.

Soap snorted, amused by his friend. “Whatever, it’s a costume party. I don’t have a costume.” Of course, all of the parties that month would be a costume party, since it was October.

Rodolfo held up a card and Soap could easily see “Alejandro Vargas” on it. “Ale left his credit card to make up for leaving.”

“Oh hell yeah,” Soap grinned. “You know I love spending everyone else’s money.” He knew Alejandro wouldn’t mind, he spoiled Rodolfo.

Rodolfo laughed and they both immediately got up, going to a costume store.

“I don’t want to be something basic.” Soap sighed, looking at another sexy fireman costume. He looked at Rodolfo, who was drinking an iced coffee they picked up on the way, messing with some shorts.

“I’m just gonna wear my demon costume from last year.” Rodolfo shrugged a little. “Alejandro went crazy for that fishnet shirt.”

“Didn’t he tear a hole in it?” Soap winced, remembering how almost feral Alejandro had been. It’d been hella awkward, though Rodolfo was into it. Rodolfo liked crazy men.

Rodolfo flushed. “Fuck. Yeah, he tore several. Alright, I guess I’m buying a new top.”

“Or you could go without.” Soap shrugged. “Really drive him crazy.”

“You are so smart.” Rodolfo grinned, still messing with the shorts. Soap saw that devious little sparkle in his eye. They were bright red and made of a stretchy material that would hug skin.

“You’re not going to be able to walk...” Soap warned, chuckling.

Rodolfo laughed and pulled the shorts off the rack. “Perfect.” He threw the hanger over his shoulder and hummed. “I’ll just wear my converse.”

Soap shook his head. “Well, I guess I could be an angel to compliment you.”

“Gaz is going to be an angel.” Rodolfo winced. “He’s got these cute little wings and everything.”

Soap groaned. “Great, so I’m back at square one.” He needed a costume that would cover his chest. He didn’t need that scar being shown off. “Ugh... this is hard.”

“Priest.” Rodolfo grinned, getting the priest costume off the shelf. “A priest, an angel, and a demon?”

Soap shrugged, since it covered his chest. It just had a pair of very short shorts. “Hell, I’ll take it.” He took the costume from Rodolfo and then they checked out.

The cashier looked at him oddly. “Hey, you were on the news!”

Soap internally sighed. “No, I don’t think so, but I get that a lot.”

“No, no, you definitely were. You’re the Slasher Fieldtrip Survivor! Dude, I’m such a true crime fan. How was it?? Was it terrifying?” The cashier grinned.

Soap winced back. “Yeah, it was real fucking scary. I woke up to all of my classmates dead.”

The cashier shook his head. “So fucking crazy. I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Probably not want to be reminded when you’re at a costume store.” Rodolfo snapped as he spoke up, slamming the costumes on the counter. “Check us out.”

The cashier winced. “Sorry, man, I was just curious.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Rodolfo narrowed his eyes at him. “Just check us out, now.”

The cashier quickly did as told and Soap sighed as they left. “Thanks, Rudy.”

“The fucking nerve!” Rodolfo huffed. “What the fuck is wrong with people??”

Soap shrugged and sighed. “I’m used to it at this rate.”

Rodolfo rolled his eyes. “I should go back in there and beat his ass.” He muttered.

Soap chuckled. “Not necessary but thank you. Really. I agree, it was really shitty.” He got in the car with Rodolfo, shaking his head.

Rodolfo was currently posing himself on the bathroom sink, taking pictures. He had his full costume on, which... didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Soap could remember high school when Rodolfo had been very reserved. But, Alejandro had ruined that. He’d given Rodolfo confidence.

Soap was still getting dressed, making sure his hair looked decent. He had let get kind of shaggy, though he left the sides shaved. “A priest with a mohawk.” He snorted, making sure he looked okay.

“A sexy priest.” Rodolfo corrected, laughing. Soap flushed and grinned, showing off a little.

Rodolfo got a few more pictures before hopping down and then they finally headed to the party.

It was already loud when they got there, but they both slipped in and looked around. Gaz was already there, drinking. They both waved and went to him. “Hey! Awe, look at your wings!” Rodolfo smiled, touching them. He had his own black ones that moved when he moved his arms.

“Look are yours! They’re so cool!” Gaz gushed, looking over the wings. He handed them both red solo cups, dumping alcohol in them.

Soap sipped his, looking around. The music was pretty decent, so he nodded his head a little. Rodolfo pulled them both to an empty corner and danced a little with them.

It was barely ten minutes before Rodolfo was getting a phone call and he grinned. “It’s Ale!” He answered and spoke in Spanish for a bit before pretending he couldn’t hear him. “It’s so loud! I’m sorry, mi Corazón, I will have to call you back!” He hung up.

Soap shook his head. “You are evil!”

“It’s the game, Soap. He won’t come back if I don’t tease him a little.” Rodolfo shrugged. He took another picture and then Soap leaned over, watching him text it to Alejandro.

Rodolfo then put his phone back in a little thigh phone holster thing he had.

Gaz looked amused, taking a drink. “He’s going to eat you when he gets back.”

“I hope so...” Rodolfo sighed, wistfully.

All in all, Soap was rather awkward at parties. He usually just got super drunk and went back with Rodolfo but... he wanted something, that night. It’d been almost a year. He could try a hookup.

He looked around once he’d had a decent amount of alcohol. He found some random dude in a corner, who looked fairly awkward, and went over. Gaz and Rodolfo were pretty engrossed in a conversation, so they barely noticed him leave.

“Hey.” He smiled when he went over. “You all alone?” He was fairly cute. Brown hair, brown eyes. Tall.

“Yeah, I guess.” He nodded, his eyes seeming unsure where to look.

Soap leaned against the wall and hummed. “You go to parties alone, often?”

“No, this is my first.” He laughed, nervously. “I’m Evan, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Soap.” Soap laughed and held out his hand, which Evan shook. “I’m gonna be straight up with you. I came for sex.”

Evan seemed shocked before relaxing and laughing. “Oh good, me too.”

“Want to come back to my apartment?” Soap offered. He didn’t like doing the whole small talk and flirt thing.

Evan shrugged and nodded. “Sure.” Soap grinned and took his hand, dragging him out of the party.

Soap sighed as he got up to go to the bathroom. He noticed Evan was standing at the window and he shook his head. It was too dark to really see him but he was just standing. Maybe he struggled to sleep and wasn’t ready to do the walk of shame, yet.

When he was done, he came back out, seeing Evan was still standing at the window. He climbed into bed, rolling to face the wall and yawning. “You gonna come back to bed or do the walk of shame?” He joked.

Soap heard soft shuffling come to the bed and he shook his head, yawning and pulling the blanket up to his chin. Evan’s weight dipped into the bed and then he was pressing to Soap’s back, his arm going over him.

Soap melted and kissed the arm. They’d likely never see each other again, but he didn’t mind faking intimacy in the meantime. Evan’s mouth kissed the back of his neck and he smiled, yawning and curling up and dozing back off again.

Soap was awoken by Rodolfo letting out a bloodcurdling scream. He jerked awake, looking around. He saw what he’d screamed about, immediately. There was so much fucking blood.

Evan was propped against the window, but his back had been slashed to shreds and there was blood everywhere around him. Soap’s eyes widened and he was immediately up and over to Rodolfo, looking at the scene with horror.

“Look!” Rodolfo pointed at the wall and Soap’s stomach dropped. I said you were mine was written in blood.

Soap immediately called the police. When they came, they questioned Soap and Rodolfo. Soap was shaking the entire time as he answered their questions. “I...”

“You’re that kid. The Slasher Fieldtrip survivor or whatever.” The cop frowned and then he gestured to his partner, saying something. “Don’t leave town.”

“I don’t plan on it.” Soap cringed back.

A car suddenly pulled up and Alejandro was getting out, running over to Rodolfo and hugging him. Rodolfo immediately melted into him. “Are you okay?” Alejandro quickly said, holding him tightly.

Rodolfo nodded, sniffling. “It was horrible, Ale. There was so much blood...”

“Shh... It’s gonna be okay.” Alejandro kissed his hair and then glanced at Soap. “Are you okay?”

Soap nodded a bit, which was a blatant lie. He was not okay at all. “Yeah, I’ll be good.” He stuffed his hands in his pocket. “I’m sorry your apartments... covered in blood.”

“It can be cleaned.” Alejandro shook his head and sighed. “As long as you both are safe.”

Rodolfo was still trembling a little. “I’m so glad you’re home...”

Alejandro nodded and kissed his hair again. Soap frowned, now realizing that Rodolfo had never called him. He hadn’t had a chance. The cops had been in the neighborhood and immediately came over. “Why are you home?”

Alejandro seemed to freeze. Rodolfo made a face, clearly realizing the same. He pulled away and looked up at Alejandro, frowning. Alejandro cringed. “The pictures... I would have been home last night but I wasn’t sure I wanted to drive in the dark.”

Soap shrugged, accepting this. Rodolfo seemed to accept it as well and moved right back into Alejandro’s arms. Alejandro rubbed his back.

Soap was quiet for a moment as his brain started to put some pieces together. When he’d gotten back from the bathroom, Evan was at the window. When he laid down, Evan came over and put his arms around him. But... when Soap woke up, he was still at the window.

Soap felt like he was going to be sick. The cops left and Soap just sank to the ground, feeling weird. His entire body was cold and he was shaking. “Soap??” Rodolfo immediately came over, crouching.

“He... he laid in bed with me... He put his arms around me...” Soap couldn’t breathe. He covered his face. Everywhere that had been touched felt like it had a thin layer of filth on it and he wanted to scream.

Soap met Rodolfo’s eyes and he looked horrified as well. “Are you going to be okay??”

Soap shook his head. “No... a fucking psychopath is obsessed with me! How am I going to be okay?!” He snapped.

Rodolfo cringed back, clearly feeling bad. “I’m sorry...”

Soap sighed and softened, feeling bad for snapping. “No, no, I... I just... this is all so much... How did he find me again??”

Alejandro spoke up. “I mean, it’s not like you moved states. I want to know how the fuck he got in. I’ve got a very expensive security system and I want to know how someone got the fuck in.” He got out his phone and immediately made a call, walking away.

Rodolfo watched him go and then turned to Soap. “I’m sorry... This is awful...”

“No,” Soap sighed. “I mean, you shouldn’t have to be dealing with some weird fucker because of me...”

Rodolfo shook his head. “You shouldn’t be dealing with some weird fucker!”

Soap sighed in agreement and slumped. “I... He said I was pretty. When he spared me. Acted like he wanted me. I mean... I guess he does. You saw the bloody note.”

Rodolfo winced. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“It was embarrassing...” Soap cringed and looked down. “I tried to fuck a murderer to save my own life. I’m... already kind of known as a whore.”

Rodolfo frowned. “You were fighting for your life. I think some things can be forgiven.”

Soap shrugged and fidgeted with his fingers. He covered his face again. “This feels like a horrible nightmare... I want to wake up...”

Rodolfo hugged him, though he didn’t say anything. Soap was glad, he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear it.

Soap rubbed at his eyes. He was exhausted. He’d barely slept, lately. Every time he did, he started to get terrified that he’d find arms wrapping around him again. Alejandro had upgraded the security system and he’d promised Rodolfo he wouldn’t be going on any more trips.

Soap was still paranoid. He was on edge. He shook all the time.

So, he was doing research on Simon Riley. Real smart, research the psychopath trying to... do something to him. What, he didn’t know. Sleep with him was the obvious answer, but... that was weird.

He sighed, at the library, since it had access to articles that he would hopefully find useful. He typed in “Riley Family Murders” and looked over them, frowning. He’d been thinking about it, and some things were odd.

For one, Ghost had... impressive speech. Granted, he was 14 when he’d killed his entire family but... he’d been in the woods alone for 7 years. That would have had to have fucked with his speech patterns, but no. It was perfect.

Oh top of that, Soap thought over his clothes. The article had him listed as only 5′11 when he went missing, but Soap would wager he was at least 6′2. And he’d seen the pictures. He was a lot bigger, now. But his clothes, a black hoodie and black jeans, had fit just fine. If they were the same clothes he’d went missing in... Well, Soap reasonably doubted he would be able to fit them at all.

Also, he was muscular. He had to be working out, somehow. He didn’t think there’d be much in the woods that would allow for bulking or toning.

Soap clicked the first article. It was just the basic one, going over the details of the murders. The mom had been slashed across her throat. The younger brother, who was only 12, had been shot in the back of the head, execution style. But... the father had been tortured.

He was apparently still alive when the police got there, but he had died on the way to the hospital.

The article left out any details of how he’d been tortured, so Soap went to a police report. The father’s arms had been flayed, apparently, so deep you could see the bones and that was where Soap stopped reading, images of every dead body coming back.

Soap frowned, thinking about it. There’d been 13 of them, including Mr Scott. That meant 9 people had been left. He wasn’t going to doubt Ghost was... a man of many talents but 9 people who could all run? Ghost would have had to have been very fast and very strong.

Maybe two people but... that didn’t make sense. Besides, who could the second person be?

Soap sighed. He decided to look into murders in the local area. He found several and started to go through any that stuck out. 2015, around the same time as the Riley Family Murders, he found an article talking about a High School teacher who’d been found with an axe in her skull.

She’d apparently been sleeping with several of her male students. Soap looked through the list of victims and his eyes widened at the last name on the list. Alejandro Vargas.

Alejandro had mentioned, once, that he’d been abused as a kid. He’d been super drunk and super sad. But, he’d never mentioned who. This had to have been what he was talking about. Poor Alejandro...

He continued to go through the articles, stopping at one in 2017. Three teenagers had been found dead, all murdered in gruesome ways, on a boat. Looking over their injuries... It was pretty obvious it was Simon Riley who’d done it.

However, near the same time, another pack of murders popped up. 3 other teenagers, all killed with an axe.

So there was a second killer. There had to be. This lined up weirdly. He looked and found more instances of a group being murdered in a gruesome way and then another group was murdered, all with axe wounds.

Soap frowned. So who was the second murderer? He had to be someone normal. Someone with access to society.

He needed to talk to Rodolfo.

Rodolfo looked at him, oddly. “What do you mean there was a second murderer?”

“He killed ten people over the course of a few hours! That... is possible but it’s so unlikely! And he had perfect speech.”

“He was only 14 when he disappeared.” Rodolfo frowned.

Soap sighed. “But he was in the woods for 7 years, Rudy! Come on, he shouldn’t be able to talk perfectly.”

Rodolfo seemed to consider it. “But the cops said there was one murderer.”

“Okay, okay,” Soap got the articles he’d printed, and laid them out. “All of these are within a day or two of each other. All of them. All in our area. That’s a wild fucking coincidence.”

Rodolfo looked over the teacher article. “Alejandro was a victim?”

Soap cringed. “Yeah, I was surprised, too. But... Rudy, come on. There has to be a second murderer.”

Rodolfo shook his head. “I mean... I don’t disbelieve you but... why does it matter?”

“Because I could potentially have two psychopaths after me!” Soap grabbed Rodolfo’s shoulders and shook him. “Rudy! You don’t think he may get his friend to help him get me??”

Rodolfo seemed to finally get it. “You need to tell the police.”

“The fuck are they going to do?” Alejandro spoke up, from the doorway. “They still haven’t managed to catch the first creep. Let alone a second.”

Soap had to agree. “Exactly. Fuck...” He shoved a hand through his hair.

Alejandro came over and pulled Rodolfo into his lap when he sat. “We’ll just keep doing the buddy system with you when you go out. Well, Rodolfo will have to. I have to go on another trip this Friday.”

“What?!” Rodolfo immediately stood. “You’re kidding. Alejandro, please tell me you are joking.”

Alejandro winced. “I have no choice, Rudy...”

“Fuck that, you have plenty of choices.” Rodolfo crossed his arms. “Some fucking creep broke in and you’re going to just leave us alone??”

“My sol, I don’t want to...” Alejandro took Rodolfo’s hands but Rodolfo jerked away from him. He sighed, softly. “I’ll... talk to my dad. See what I can do.”

Rodolfo immediately relaxed and climbed back into his lap, curling up. “Okay...” He closed his eyes. Soap shook his head. They were obnoxiously cute, sometimes.

Soap cringed as he heard Alejandro and Rodolfo arguing, thankfully in Spanish. Rodolfo had found out Alejandro was still going on the trip and had lost his shit. Soap felt bad because Alejandro clearly had no choice.

But... he had to admit his anxiety was high at the idea as well. He adjusted his costume, jumping away from the bathroom door as Rodolfo stormed in. As soon as Rodolfo had found out, he had told Soap to go put his costume on because they were going to yet another costume party.

It was in the middle of the woods at a lakehouse. Yes, this scared the shit out of Soap, but it was a giant party, there would be a ton of people. And Rodolfo had made it pretty fucking clear he was going with or without Soap.

Rodolfo slammed his horns on his head and angrily slipped on the wings while Alejandro pleaded from the doorway. “Go, then!” He huffed. “But... If you fucking leave, I won’t be here when you get back. Soap and I will go to my parents’ house.”

Soap cringed, wondering when he’d agreed to that. But, then Rodolfo glared at him and he realized, oh yeah, then. “Mi cielito, please... I don’t want to go on this trip but my father-”

“Fuck your father!” Rodolfo cursed at Alejandro in Spanish for several minutes.

Alejandro winced and then glared at him. “Rodolfo. Stop being so difficult.”

Soap cringed. Ah, that was the worst thing to say. Rodolfo stopped and went still for a moment before slowly turning to Alejandro. “I take it back. Leave or don’t leave. We’re done.”

Rodolfo grabbed Soap’s hand and yanked him out of the bathroom, dragging him to the door. Alejandro followed them, pleading in Spanish. Rodolfo just ignored him and Soap followed him to the car, getting in.

Soap smiled, apologetically, at Alejandro, before Rodolfo was speeding out of the driveway. “God! Fuck him! Some fucking psychopath is on the loose and he’s just going to fucking leave?!” Rodolfo cursed.

“Um, Rudy? Please slow down. I already have to worry about a psychopath. I don’t want to die in a car accident.” Soap cringed, holding tightly to the handle above the door.

Rodolfo sighed and slowed down, immediately. “Sorry, I just- he’s so fucking inconsiderate, sometimes. He’s constantly going on trips and he’s- ugh, my entire life is going to be at his father’s every whim and will.”

Soap shrugged. “He said he’d tell him to fuck off after college.”

“He won’t.” Rodolfo snorted. “Did you know his dad supposedly killed his mom? When Alejandro was a baby. Put an axe in her skull. But... the charges were dropped halfway through the trial.”

Soap frowned. “An axe?” What an odd coincidence. What a terrifying coincidence. Could Alejandro’s father be the second murderer? No, that made no sense. Alejandro’s father would be too old and why would he partner up with Ghost?

“Yeah. No one really knows why. Alejandro doesn’t like talking about it. But... fuck, come on! He’s fine just bowing to that man’s every command!”

Soap cringed. Yeah, that sounded shitty. Even if it wasn’t sure, Alejandro had to question if he had at least a little. “I’m sorry, Rudy.”

“Whatever, it’s over now.” Rodolfo mumbled. “So, I’m gonna get drunk. Really drunk.”

Soap sighed in agreement.

When they made it to the party, they both decided not to talk about it. Rodolfo just wanted to drink and Soap just wanted to keep him alive, so... both would end up too busy to really talk about it.

Gaz had decided to stay home and study that night. Fine.

Soap got a soda and stuck close to Rodolfo as he did shots. “Slow down!” Soap frowned, concerned.

Rodolfo rolled his eyes at him and did another shot before sighing. “I’ll stop for a bit!” He looked around before pulling Soap to where everyone was dancing. Soap stuck close to him while he danced. He was on edge.

Every slightly loud noise made his heart jolt. But, there was so many people. They would be fine. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Soap! Come on, calm down!” Rodolfo took his wrist. “Loosen up! I promise, nothing bad is going to happen.”

Soap opened his eyes and then sighed. “You’re right...” He accepted a shot offered to him by Rodolfo and tried to relax. He went back to dancing with Rodolfo, forcing himself not to think about it.

At Rodolfo’s request, they took more shots and Soap got tipsy, quickly. He started to be a lot more relaxed and danced a little more confidently. Rodolfo grinned when he did and found someone to dance with.

Soap shook his head, letting him cope however. He flushed when he felt hands on his hips, someone pressing up against him. He closed his eyes and smiled, shivering at breath on his neck.

“Hello, stranger.”

“Hello...”

Soap turned around and was almost immediately jerking back at blue eyes, blonde hair. But... the blonde hair was long, pulled back into a pony tail, save for some in the front, which hung around his face.. Granted, there was a face mask covering the bottom of his face, but those were more and more common. He had fake military garb on.

“Something wrong?” The stranger frowned and Soap relaxed.

“No...” He smiled again. Why would Ghost come into the middle of a party and dance with him? That was not his MO. He was being paranoid.

The stranger nodded and seemed to relax. Soap pressed against him again, swaying to the music. The alcohol made him feel warm and fuzzy and he laid his head on the stranger’s shoulder.

Eventually, the stranger pulled away and touched Soap’s face before backing away and leaving. Soap went to follow him, but stopped, hearing screaming. He turned, meeting eyes with Rodolfo, who looked just as concerned.

Red was reflected in the windows and both immediately ran to them. A wall of fire surrounded the house and there were several dead bodies littering around the wall.

Rodolfo grabbed Soap’s arm, pointing. Soap immediately looked and they both watched a man in a black skull mask embed an axe deep in someone’s back. Soap’s eyes widened. The man turned and made eye contact with Rodolfo, who jerked back, immediately.

“We need to go!” Soap cried and grabbed Rodolfo’s arm, dragging him away from the window. Everything was chaos. People were running out or in, several people had fallen and gotten trampled.

“Go fucking where?!” Rodolfo stopped. “Everywhere but the lake is on fucking fire!”

Soap cursed and tried to think. Rodolfo couldn’t swim, either. And Soap wasn’t a strong enough swimmer to carry him. “We need to hide. There’s a cellar, I think I saw the doors outside!”

“Where the axe maniac is?!” Rodolfo was clearly hyperventilating and Soap winced.

“Everyone else is running around, screaming. I doubt we’ll really be noticed! Come on, it’s our best shot!” Soap grabbed his arm and they both immediately ran outside, going through the back door since they’d seen the axe dude in the front.

Soap went to the cellar doors, cursing at seeing a chain on them. He tugged at them, but they didn’t budge. He yanked at his hair and cursed loudly. “Fuck!” He looked around, frantically, before jolting back when something flew past his face.

He looked to his left, where the side of the house was, seeing a knife embedded deep inside it. Rodolfo and Soap both shared a terrified stare and they turned to their right. There, several yards away, was a man in a white skull mask.

Ghost.

So there had been a second murderer.

Rodolfo led this time, dragging Soap back inside. They both slammed and locked the door. Most people had left, the rest were clearly trying to hide. Soap followed Rodolfo upstairs and they both climbed under a bed.

They listened to the pure pandemonium outside. Screaming, mostly, lots of footsteps. Soap squeezed his eyes shut as he heard screaming start in the house. He covered his mouth so they couldn’t hear him.

Then... there was no more screaming. Soap tensed, very tightly. Please just think they got everyone and leave. Please leave.

However, Soap could hear footsteps approaching the door to their room. Then, the door was swinging open. Soap covered his mouth tighter and looked to Rodolfo, who looked terrified. He had his eyes squeezed shut.

Soap watched feet step into the room. An axe swung casually beside them, soaked in blood. Soap dug his nails into the wood beneath him, trembling.

Rodolfo took in a shuddering breath that was thankfully silent. The feet stopped where Soap couldn’t see and he dug his nails deeper into the floor, feeling the wood splinter.

Suddenly, Rodolfo screamed as he was yanked out from under the bed. Soap didn’t hesitate, coming after him. The man stabbed something into Rodolfo’s neck and he immediately passed out.

Soap yelled, “hey!” He tried to move to Rodolfo, but the man just turned to Soap and used his foot to shove him down.

He reached up and pulled off the mask, which was now soaked in blood as well. “Alejandro...” Soap breathed, seeing Alejandro’s face reveal itself. The pieces clicked into place. “You... you were the second murderer.”

Alejandro grinned. “You figured it out. I’m impressed.” He crouched down in front of Soap.

Soap frowned. “I... You killed your teacher...”

“She fucking deserved it.” Alejandro’s voice went hard. “The things she did to me and the others. She took something from me that I will never get back.” He shook his head. “So I took a page from my dear old dad. He killed my mother with an axe.”

Soap frowned, deeply. “But... you liked it.” He realized. There was no other reason why he’d keep killing.

Alejandro laughed. “It felt fantastic. Control. Of course, Simon helped me. I found him days after. I’d ran into the woods when the weight of what I’d done hit me. He had just killed his father. Discovered he liked it, too.”

“I...” More and more things started to make sense. “The trips... You just happened to come back the day we were to go to Simon Riley’s house. You... you knew.”

“In my defense, Rodolfo was supposed to convince you to stay behind. I figured he would. But... he convinced you to go, instead.” Alejandro shrugged. “I figured... oh well. Mi sol would be oh so upset about his friend dying and of course, where would he go?”

“Right into your arms.” Soap glared at him, now irritated. Alejandro was going to just let him die. “But... Ghost took interest in me.”

Alejandro grinned. “It was perfect. Two best friends for two best friends. And he wanted you so bad... I noticed in the back of one of Rodolfo’s pictures... that you were leaving with someone. I texted him, immediately. Gave him the security codes.”

Soap’s breath caught in his throat. Of course... Ghost had gotten in so easily because he knew how to get in. “Why... why?”

“Oh, he couldn’t have you taking interest in anyone else, right?” Alejandro shrugged. “So, he killed him. And I knew you. You wouldn’t sleep around anymore. Too scared to take the risk.”

Soap looked away, clenching his hands into fists. “So, tonight...”

“Sadly, this wasn’t planned. I... I needed to kill again. So, I planned to take another trip-”

“Those were fake?! But, your father-”

Alejandro laughed, loudly. “My father is dead, Johnny. He’s been dead for a very long time.” He held up the axe and wiped some of the blood off of it. “But.. Rodolfo left me. I couldn’t let that happen. So, I figured... Ghost needed an excuse to take you. Why not tonight?”

Soap glared at him. “He’s never going to take you back, now.”

“Oh, Soap...” Alejandro laughed again. “He doesn’t have a choice. And neither do you.” Both looked to the door as heavy footsteps came up the stairs.

“Is it done?” Alejandro asked as Ghost came in, pulling off his mask. Soap’s breath caught. His hair was long, pulled back, save for the front which fell around his face.

“A few escaped, but... none saw our faces.” Ghost shrugged. His eyes seemed to soften when he saw Soap. He smiled and came over. “There you are.”

“He and mi sol escaped up here. So clever... but I know them too well...” Alejandro reached and scooped Rodolfo up. Soap glared at them both.

“Put him down.” Soap stood, staring at them defiantly.

“Johnny, don’t be difficult.” Alejandro sighed. “I will knock you out if necessary.”

Soap glared at him and lunged to grab Rodolfo from Alejandro. However, something grabbed him. He felt an intense sting in his neck and then he was passing out.

Don’t hate me, this was so long, already. I’ll do a PT3 if requested.

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I started writing about Miles' feelings in this one-sided camerashipping AU where he's living with the Parks, but then I decided to explore Waylon's side of things as well, and it turned into something like a fic. So uh. I'll just put it down here?

_______________________________________ Miles feels like… what the fuck even is he anymore? Undead? He's a monster, certainly, and that monstrosity is useful, but he feels like a strange warped, mockery of his former self. There's a power in hosting the Walrider, but it comes at the cost of his humanity and he knows he's frightening to Waylon. He's always told himself he doesn't need anyone else, and bringing down Murkoff is what matters, but now that's what he's been locked into, there are no other options /at all/. It's what he's wanted, isn't it? He does want it. But he's also been through something he can't even begin to process, and being the Walrider's host is deeply violating on even the cellular level. But he's not allowed to process that either, because where does that lead? He can't stop it. He shouldn't even want to stop it. He's always been fine alone, he shouldn't want company now.

But still human or not, trauma is a powerful neurochemical. Waylon is the only other man who's been through the same hell, and he's also risked everything he has to bring down Murkoff. They're aligned in their goals and were both willing to risk everything. And Waylon's still human, he has a family who loves him. Miles isn't jealous, but it also drives home how definitively, unchangeably isolated he is now. He's never really been able to connect even with any of the men he'd dated in the past, simply because they weren't ever 100% politically aligned with him, or he found something about them offputting, they were too superficial, etc. Maybe he was making excuses because life was easier alone, and nobody would care about the world like he does. About the things he fucking gives a shit about, like children in third world countries not dying of dehydration. Too bad fucking Brad wanted to talk forever about the shitty coffee at 7/11 instead.

Miles knows he should be grateful for what he's become. But there's so much he misses, now that he can't have it ever -- and he supposes that at least shows he still has a human mind in some way, weak and stupid and flawed. If he's never wanted it, why does he mourn it now? Why does it feel like every time Waylon is kind to him, that his sanity is teetering on the edge of some awful precipice overlooking some awful abyss, at the bottom of which rests a beast known as resentment and violence?

Maybe he's taking everything he can't have, can no longer have, and projecting it on Waylon as a symbol for it all. But there had been a few moments in hell itself, perhaps in the administration block, when he'd wondered what their lives would be like if they survived this nightmare together. There's things you can't go through without it changing you fundamentally from the ground up, and then whether you want it or not, you're entangled with whoever else went through the meat grinder with you, like quantum states. Waylon has more commitment to setting right what he can of the world than any man Miles had ever been with. But Waylon Park is fucking alive, and Miles Upshur is a rotting corpse of a man held upright by a murderous nanohazard.

And the fucking punchline to the whole shitshow: Waylon Park has a wife, and two kids, and there was something comical in that the first crack in Miles' sense of self would be to latch onto a married man. He can tell Waylon's kindness is strained. And why the fuck wouldn't it be? He has a dead man living in his house, and that dead man is a weapon. You show kindness to the weapon, because you don't know if it'll kill you, or worse, make you feel guilty for indirectly killing what it was in the first place.

Most nights, Miles drinks enough coffee it would give him a heart attack if he still had a working heart, because he doesn't trust himself with REM sleep. _______________________________________

Not everyone goes through hell and brings the devil home.

It's not a kind thought, and Waylon hates it, but there's always a kernel of truth at the core of the operating system. Or something like that. Miles Upshur is great company, and most days, Waylon doesn't even think about the fact he's living with the Parks for their own protection. That feels reductive; Miles is far more than that. If it weren't for Miles, Waylon would have never returned to Lisa's arms, bloodied and broken, but whole. But this isn't just about what Miles has done for him, or what he can do for them. If it weren't for Waylon, Miles would have never ended up in Mount Massive. If it weren't for Waylon, Miles would still have his fingers. He does complain about it so often, always in the tones of gallows humor, but Waylon knows there's a deep hurt behind it.

If it weren't for Waylon, Miles would have never become the host.

But this isn't about gratitude or guilt. Miles is genuinely great to have around; he cooks breakfast sometimes. He walks around singing along badly to Madonna, the B-52's. He gets along great with the kids. He's shit at Mario Kart, but so is Waylon. When he, Waylon, and Lisa work together, compile notes and liaise and network with other anti-Murkoff operatives, Miles is efficient and determined on a level that inspires Waylon. He cracks jokes, he rips people to shreds, and it makes Waylon and Lisa laugh. He makes Waylon type up the reports because it takes him forever, and Waylon does so, guilt heavy in his heart.

But this isn't all about guilt.

Miles encourages him through his rehabilitation, as Waylon slowly gains sensation and stability in his leg. Miles likes shitty beer, and Waylon's learned not to complain too much about it. Sometimes--many sometimes--Miles screams in his sleep. The boys have learned to expect it. There's nothing conventional about their childhood, not anymore.

Waylon has learned not to look at Miles through the night vision of a camera.

When Simon Peacock emails them warnings of potential intruders, Miles stays watch like a guard hound, sipping another one of his shitty Pabst Blue Ribbons. On one of those nights, there are terrible screams, but they're not from Miles.

In his dreams, Waylon hears Lisa screaming, his boys, and finally, himself.

They are mutinous dreams. But more mutinous is the waking thought that Miles sometimes lingers in his presence. He always looks away when Waylon looks, and it makes Waylon wonders if he's accidentally fostering something far worse than a monster. But Waylon knows he has his own trauma to work though; he sees attraction where there is none, and wouldn't it make sense to fear something that already elicits fear in most?

Someone. Not something.

There was the time his eldest had cut his hand playing, and Waylon had been so afraid of what in the air could seep into his blood.

He worries himself sick about Lisa. All those phantom pregnancies.

In the early morning, Miles is painstakingly typing away on his laptop, seated at the breakfast table. The sun's rising, warm golden light streaming in through the windows, and Waylon has no doubt Miles has been up all night; the scent of coffee hangs heavy in the air. Waylon wonders if Miles needs, or even wants, to sleep anymore.

Waylon doesn't know what Miles is, aside from on a purely codified level. He doesn't know what Miles wants, aside from on a purely ideological level.

He pours himself a cup of coffee, and wonders what he's breathing in.

#miles upshur #waylon park #camerashipping #outlast #outlast whistleblower #my writing #whatever it's not canon

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2. Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: The Loneliest - Maneskin

He didn’t remember what happened yesterday. Well, that was not true. He remembered going to Jimmy’z, drinking, dancing, flirting with some girls and going home with one. He remembered the kissing, the tearing each other clothes part and the sex that he knew was good. But he failed to remember the name of the brunette laying naked next to him. But at least he was at home.

He got up of the bed, threw a tee shirt over his head and open the curtains letting the sun shone bright in the room. The girl started to move and slowly woke up. Her blue eyes met his and she smiled softly at him.

“Good morning, Ethan.”

“Yeah, yeah, good morning. Well, it was nice and all but I kind of have somewhere to be, like right now so can you leave? Now.”

It was true. He was invited by his mom for a brunch before he had to leave for Bahrain. And he was late. Not that it was unusual, Ethan had a hard time understanding the notion of being on time.

“Are you not even going to get me a coffee before throwing me out? That would be the least you could do.” said the girl.

She was cute. Definitely Ethan’s type.

“I don’t have coffee.” he simply answered, dressing up without giving her a second glance. He heard her sighing in frustration, but he didn’t care. He didn’t have the time to care.

“Come on, who doesn’t have coffee at their place?”

Him. Because he didn’t really live here. It was his flat, yes. On paper. He was not in Monaco most of the time. And when he was, he would rather be with his family. His flat was only useful to bring girls and organise parties. For the rest, he was staying with his mom and dad. From the corner of his eyes, he could see his phone screen lightning up, announcing the arrival of a new notification. He was starting to get annoyed. He was not really patient, and the girl was starting to get on his nerve.

“Excuse me…”

“Tess.”

“Tess. Right. I’m not kidding when I say that I have somewhere to be. I’m not trying to let you down gently. So again. You have to leave. Right now. And don’t make me repeat myself or I’m calling the security.”

“Fine. I’m leaving. No need to be an ass. Drunken Ethan was way funnier than sober Ethan.”

He didn’t bother to react and get on with his routine as fast as possible. He was screwed. He was so screwed. A few minutes later he closed the door of his flat and went to the underground parking lot to find his Maserati. In the comfort of the leather seat, he breathed in and breathed out before typing a quick text to his mom to say that he was on his way. Twenty minutes later he was crossing the door of the elevator and entered in the penthouse. The table was dressed, the bottle of wine was already opened, and a soft jazz music was playing in the background. A nice smell was coming from the kitchen as he was about to go there to greet his mother he was intercepted by his father.

“If you had at least one inch of survival instinct you would have bought lilies on your way.” Max Verstappen told him.

“I overslept. I’m sorry. Is she mad, mad?”

“Madder than mad, Ethan.”

“Okay, perfect. I’ll let you handle my manager if I’m not coming out of this kitchen alive in ten minutes.”

“Beware of the knives, Ethan.”

Ethan ignored him and took a big breath before steeping into the kitchen.

“Hey mom.” he greeted her.

“Shut your mouth, Ethan Christian. I’m not in the mood to hear whatever excuses you’re coming up with. Is it too much to ask you to not be late, for once?”

“I get that saying sorry will just no do…”

“Bring the salad in the dining room and the lemonade. In silence.”

He gulped but did as tell. He knew better than to argue with his mother. His dad was playing with a cat that Ethan knew all too well. A cat that he didn’t like. The cat didn’t like him either and was never missing an opportunity to scratch him whenever he could or to even pee in his shoes. Ethan was persuaded that the cat was sent by Satan himself to make his life hell whenever he was home.

“I see you came out of the kitchen alive and well. Congratulations.” said Max.

“A part of me can’t wait to leave tomorrow because I won’t see mom anymore and she won’t be on my back 24/7.”

“And the other part of you?”

“It’s always weird. I love racing, I can’t wait to be back inside the car but at the same time… being free of obligations, being able to do whatever the hell I want… Feeling like a normal 23 years old… I miss that, sometimes.”

“I understand, son.”

Once his mother was back, they started to eat. It wasn’t long before his mother started to stop ignoring him and try to convince him that racing was dangerous and maybe it would be better for him to stop and find a normal job. Every time, it was the same thing and the same speech. If Ethan was used to it, it didn’t make it less annoying.

“I met Lyanna when I went grocery shopping.” she nonchalantly said.

Ethan knew what she was about to say and tried to ignore her thinking that if he would, she would just drop whatever she was about to say. But he knew it was pointless.

“Julia got a job for Skoda. She is going to work as an engineer for them.”

His mom always had a weird obsession for Charles Leclerc’s daughter, much to Ethan dismay. At one time she was obsessed with the idea of the two kids getting married. Just the thought of it was enough to make Ethan want to throw up.

“Yeah, Charles told me during one of our gym sessions. He is so damn proud of her. But it’s great, she worked her ass off for that position.”

“That means you are going to see her a lot, Ethan.” told him his mother, emphasising the end of the sentence.

“Well technically, I won’t. She won’t work with Maserati or Lamborghini, so…”

“But she will be around.”

“Great. fantastic. Amazing. Can’t you see how happy this information is making me? I’m throwing up rainbows and shitting glitters. That’s how happy it makes me.”

“First, don’t be sarcastic. Second, language please. Third, don’t roll your eyes at me.”

Her mother put down her fork and looked at him straight in the eyes.

“I don’t understand why you don’t like her. She is a really sweet girl. She is smart, she is hard working, she loves motorsport too, she is nice, and she is really pretty.”

“Nice? Nice? Are we still talking about Julia? The girl who bit me when we were three? I still have the scar from that time!”

“Oh, come on, you were kids.”

Ethan sighed and shook his head. He was not going to have this conversation. Julia liked to make people think that she was an angel when he knew full well that she was just an annoying and stuck-up girl. He hated the idea to have her near him. For as long as he could remember they always had been some sort of competition between them, no matter what it was. And most of the time she was the best. Racing was the only field where they never had to compete against each other therefore he never had to endure people, or his parents say how Julia was better. She already was a better child and better student than him but at least she would never be a better racer. And it relieved him. And to know that she would now be near him, almost every weekend, it was bringing back feelings he thought were buried deep inside.

Seeing her son tensed his mom finally gave up on the subject.

“So, what are your thoughts about the season? Any goals you want to achieve by the end of it?” Asked Max.

“The only thing I want is to finally be able to move to Lambo. That’s the dream. It’s my third year in Maserati and I love the team but… I will never be World Champion there. I will never be like you.”

“You know what you have to do to move up there. A seat in Lamborghini has to be deserved.”

“Or you could talk to Christian…”

“Ethan, no. It’s not because you are my son that it will give you an easy access.”

“It helped in the past…” tried to argue the youngest.

“But everyone could see that you were talented. You know that in F1, you are all the best drivers in the world. What will differentiate you from the others is how you’ll be on the track. If you want that seat you have to prove that you are the best.”

Ethan sighed. He wanted nothing else than to prove it but how could he when he didn’t have the car? They finished to eat and Ethan excused himself saying that he needed to finish packing. Truth be told, he would rather be away from his parents. He loved them but between an overprotective mother and a father that didn’t understand that sometimes he needed help, he felt like suffocating. He kissed his mother cheek, shook his dad’s hand, and left. He didn’t feel like taking his car, he would retrieve it later. His feet took him to the marina where all the yachts were.

He liked the sea; it was always calming him down. Growing up he had some anger issues and even if the karting had helped him managed them, taking a boat, and going on the sea had a better effect on him. He kept walking until he reached the beach and took off his shoes to let the sand under his feet ground him. He ended up sitting down and took his phone out of his pocket. He needed to forget about the pressure, he needed to let loose.

“Ludwig? It’s Ethan, are you in Monaco? I need a drink, care to join me?”

Ludwig Martinelli was one of Ethan’s best friend. He was driving for Lamborghini alongside his other best friend, Kyle. They knew each other since karting and grew up together. They probably were the ones Ethan was the closest too. They had gone through the same things in life, had done the same mistakes and had been stupid together. They still were.

“I can’t, man, tonight. We are on a strict health plan. Can’t drink before the beginning of the season.”

“Yeah, I understand. It’s fine. I guess, it’s going to be me, myself and I, tonight.”

“Sorry. Take care, okay. We still flight out together tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow, Lu.”

Well, it seemed that he would party on his own tonight.

The next morning was just a redo of the previous one but instead of a pretty brunette, it was a gorgeous blonde that was lying naked next to him. He said to her the same thing he said to the other girl and then rushed to the airport where his two best friends were waiting for him, a disapproving look on their faces.

“You’re late.” noted Kyle.

“If we can still board the plane, that means I’m right on time.”

They didn’t try to argue with him, they were used to his antics. They finally made it to the private jet owned by the team and they soon took off.

“So what did you guys do, yesterday?”

“Training, eating, sleeping early. It was pretty boring. What did you do?”

“Went one last time to Jimmy’z to cool down. But on my own, it was not very fun.” he shrugged.

The two Lamborghini’s drivers looked at each other. They knew how Ethan could get when he was feeling alone, it was never really pretty. He was ruthless and overconfident on the tracks, but outside of them, he often felt alone. He was not handling loneliness very well and that often resulted in him ending up in situations he should definitely not be caught in. Not that Ethan cared very much. His name might not help him professionally anymore but it still came handy in other areas of his life.

Ethan slept during the whole journey and after a very long flight, they finally landed in Bahrain. As he was thinking of having a nice night with his best friend he was surprised when they told him that they were going to stay at another hotel.

“Mid-fields and back of the grid teams are staying in another hotel than the top teams.” told him Kyle as they were heading out of the airport.

“Since when?”

“I don’t know, I’m not in charge of the organization.”

“But that means I’m going to be alone!” complained Ethan.

“See that as an opportunity to focus on yourself. And try to sleep alone in your bed tonight.” joked Ludwig.

The ride to the hotel was silent. His teammate, Haru, was going to land later since he was in Japan. He nonchalantly gave his name to the receptionist who gave him his keys and as the doors of the elevator were about to close themselves to take him to the eighth floor, a voice almost screamed to him to keep them open. Reacting fast, he pressed the button just in time for a feminine silhouette to engulf herself in the cabin. When she turned her head towards him to thank him, her smile dropped.

“And fuck… Out of all the people that I could have taken the elevator with, it had to be you.”

“Leclerc… what a displeasure it is to see you.”

Author's note: And chapter 2 is here. After Julia, it's time to meet Ethan! I'm sooo curious to know what you all think of him. But now that introductions are done, the real story and the real drama can begin heheheheh 👀

I can't wait to read your thoughts about it, so don't hesitate to leave a comment or an ask, as well as reblogging and leaving a like. It helps a lot for the story to find its audience. I also have a taglist for this story, so if you want to be added so you never miss a chapter, let me know.

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#writing #fiction #charles leclerc #max verstappen #charles leclerc fanfic #max verstappen fanfic #f1 story #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x oc

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donovanlizzie · 3 months

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Could you write an imagine about Ray Person from gen kill?? Maybe the reader and Ray could be kind of like a parter in crime duo, if you know what I mean? Seriously the Ray content lack is crazy so do what you heart desires on this😭💓

Two's a crowd:

*Y/n - your name L/N - Last name*

The hum of the Humvee's engine echoed through the vast desert as You , Ray , and the rest of hit-man two, rolled towards the war zone.

Dust billowed behind the convoy and the air inside the vehicle was thick with tension, but as always, Ray was determined to break it.

Ray Person, behind the wheel, wore a devil-may-care grin that mirrored your own. You and Ray had formed an unlikely partnership, a dynamic duo that thrived on chaos, much to the annoyance of your team leader, Brad Colbert, who was squeezed uncomfortably with is weapon in the passenger seat.

As the humvee bounced over uneven ground, Ray turned to you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, (Y/N), we're practically the same person. It's like we were separated at birth or some shit."

You chuckled, exchanging a knowing glance. "Yeah, just a couple of troublemakers with a penchant for mayhem."

Brad, sitting next to Ray, rolled his eyes. "Can you two focus for once? We're heading into enemy territory, and I'd rather not become target practice because you two can't keep your shit together."

Ray snorted, his hands expertly navigating the wheel. "Come on, Brad, lighten up. We're the best damn team you've got."

The humvee continued its journey into the heart of darkness, and Ray couldn't help but start one of his signature rants. "You know, the Marine Corps is so fucked up. We're out here risking our asses, and for what? So some brass can sit comfortably back at base and drink their coffee."

You nodded in agreement, enjoying the familiar cadence of Ray's complaints. "Tell me about it. It's like they've never heard of a thing called common sense."

As Ray continued his rant, he suddenly went silent, a look of horror crossing his face. "Fuck, I left my dip back at camp!"

You exchanged a glance with Brad, who was growing increasingly frustrated with the distraction. Ray's stress levels rose as he frantically searched his pockets, cursing under his breath.

"Well, isn't that tragic, Ray? How will you survive without it?" you replied sarcastically.

Ray shot you a mock glare. "Survival in the desert is about more than just water, L/N . It's about having a good fuckin' dip to chew on."

"Ray the first time you had ' good fuckin' dip - you threw up all over me and Brads beloved humvee" You geered.

"Shut up- "

Brad sighed in exasperation. "Can we please focus on the mission? "

With the Humvee bouncing along, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a spare tin of tobacco dip, waving it in the direction of Ray's face.

"Lucky for you, I come prepared for all your dramatic crises."

" Life saver " Ray mouthed, taking the tin from your hand.

"watch the road" You mumbled, eyeing Brad who looked like he was about to rip Ray a new one.

You were both silent for a while until Y/n began to hum a familiar tune, Ray quickly joining in.

"mamma - don't let your babies grow up to be cow boys-"

"Hey - no Goddamn country music!"

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MASTERLIST

GENERATION KILL MASTERLIST

#generation kill imagine #ray person #generation kill #brad colbert #hbo war #gen kill #natefick #hbo

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notsolocalsimp · 6 months

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Rotten Ribbons

CHAPTER ONE

Next chapter

It was a normal Tuesday for Y/N, they woke up, styled their (H/C) hair and looked at themselves in the mirror with their (E/C) eyes, admiring the work they did before making coffee and heading to work.

Y/N worked in an office building, it was small but respectable and she had many friends there who helped her around the place, and made sure she didn’t overwork herself. The office workers knew she was a writer because she would always have a notebook on hand, even when she didn’t have work to do.

When asked where they got their stories she would say,

“I write down all I know about life.”

They knew not to bother them with their silly questions because Y/N was never really bothered. They just wrote, and if they knew what to look for, they could see some pages on the inside covered with notes of what the girl was saying, like scripts for conversations.

You walked out of the lobby of your apartment, which was only about 3 kilometers away from your workplace, and headed out of the street towards the metro station. As soon as your feet hit the floor tiles below, you felt the tingling of your ribbon as the magic that bound the two you together began to strengthen, they were getting closer to you. You had never put any effort into finding your soulmate, you would meet them when fate decided, and it seemed that fate had decided that you will meet them soon.

Your train arrived after you had boarded and sat in your seat, watching how other people dressed, smiled and laughed while they enjoyed being alive on this day. They were living their lives as you should be. You watched how the man next to you got off his stop, his blue coat was slightly worn, and he carried a messenger bag in his left hand.

your stop was next and your train started moving. Your body was tense due to anticipation and anxiety, you hoped that the person who will make you happier wasn’t someone that would cause you problems later... You kept your head low in hopes to avoid eye contact with anyone else as you exited the subway station, and went to work.

You would need to keep your mind blank for today so you could focus on your work without having too much trouble. the day passed by in a blur and it was late by the time your boss gave you permission to leave early, you packed up your things quickly, and went to get coffee at your favorite Café

You lived in Japan, and earthquakes were very common there, so when the ground shook you didn't think about it, that was, until you saw debris from a nearby building begin to fall while you were drinking your coffee. You set the glass mug down, and the building collapsed, the impact had to have killed someone, and that's when you saw… your ribbon was rotting

Hero students had came to rescue the surviving civilians, since all heroes were currently busy, except for one, who was their teacher Shouta Aizawa, better known as Eraserhead. He had gotten a call from the police department and had taken up his role as the hero who saves people, despite being exhausted from a grueling week of teaching, even though it was only Tuesday.

Tears had pricked your eyes despite never meeting your soulmate, you were still upset, because they were so close, and you still didn't get to meet them. you took a deep breath to compose yourself, and exited the coffee shop after paying to see two hero students (Katsuki Bakugo and Tenya Iida) arguing instead of helping people out of the rubble. you sighed with disdain, and tore the sleeve of your (F/C) sweater to cover the wounds of some of the injured to help out at least a bit, lets just hope the medical college courses you took in high school were accurate.

As you went to check on another civilian that had fallen unconscious, you heard a loud explosion behind you. you turned around, and saw a blonde boy in a flashy hero costume holding onto a massive piece of concrete with one hand and using his quirk on the remaining rubble in front of him. you frowned in disgust, does he not realize how dangerous that is!

you had pushed away more rubble before you froze, someone was killed on impact, and it was your soul mate... a rebar had impaled him through the lungs, and his legs were pinned due to the rubble, and you saw the shining red ribbon... that meant... your heart stopped beating for a moment as you stared down at your mangled soul mate, and your ribbon was already decayed, he was gone...

As a single tear fell from your eyes, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss. The sight before you was devastating, your soulmate lying lifeless beneath the rubble. The red ribbon, once vibrant and full of life, now slowly dissipated into thin air. It was a cruel reminder that he was gone, that fate had dealt you a heartbreaking blow.

Despite the obviousness of his death, you couldn't bring yourself to let go. You clung onto his lifeless body, desperate for something to anchor you, to keep you from collapsing under the weight of your grief. The scene was hauntingly vivid, his life extinguished so swiftly and violently. It was a moment you wished you had never witnessed, yet it was also a moment that allowed you to meet him in his final breath.

Every detail etched itself into your memory—the pain etched on his face, the blood staining his clothes, the rebar that had pierced his lungs. It was a sight that would forever haunt your nightmares, a tragic ending to a love story that never had the chance to begin.

But even in the midst of your sorrow, you knew you had to let go. Reluctantly, you released your grip on his lifeless body, allowing him to rest in peace. Your soul ribbon, now faded and frail, fluttered gently in the breeze before finally vanishing into nothingness. It was a bittersweet moment, knowing that you had at least met him in his final moments, yet also realizing that the love you had yearned for was now lost forever.

As you stood there, surrounded by the remnants of destruction, you couldn't help but feel the weight of the world crashing down on you. The tears continued to flow, your grief consuming you like a tidal wave. The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in on you, mirroring the void that now existed in your heart. Life had lost its vibrancy, its color, and all that remained was an abyss of sorrow.

Days turned into nights, and nights turned into days, but the pain persisted. You retreated into your bedroom, seeking solace in solitude. Each moment was filled with memories that you clung onto desperately, the laughter that would never be, the love that would never bloom.

Time seemed to stand still as you mourned the loss of your soulmate. It felt as if the world had forgotten its purpose, its joy. But deep within you, a glimmer of resilience flickered. You knew you couldn't let grief consume you forever. Life had to go on, even in the absence of the one who was supposed to complete you.

Slowly, you mustered the strength to face reality. The tears may still sting your eyes, but you knew you couldn't dwell on the pain forever. Your boss, understanding the weight of your loss, granted you time off work to cope with the overwhelming grief.

In the confines of your room, you battled the sorrow that threatened to consume you. It took all your might to push through each day, to ignore the ache in your chest, a constant reminder of the void that now existed in your life. Your soulmate was gone, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't fix it. They wouldn't be coming back.

The world outside continued to move, oblivious to your pain. People went about their lives, laughing and smiling, as if nothing had changed. It felt like a cruel mockery, a reminder of what you had lost. But amidst the darkness, a small glimmer of hope remained.

Though your soulmate was gone, you still carried a part of them within you. Their essence, their spirit, their love—it would forever be etched into your heart. And as you slowly began to pick up the shattered pieces of your life, you knew that you had to keep going, to honor their memory by living a life filled with love and resilience.

The transitional plot had woven its way through the tapestry of your life, connecting the devastating end of a love story with the arduous journey that lay ahead. It was a chapter that would forever shape you, that would mold your understanding of love and loss. And as you stood at the precipice of the unknown, you vowed to keep moving forward, even as the scars of your grief continued to mark your soul.

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