#it pissed me off so much how furious people were with tangle or called it ooc because ITS NOT

[tomtenadia]

Detours to You - Ch 12

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Two days had passed from the fire and Rowan’s house had been transformed quickly in a chaos of toys. Although Maya was good at tidying up at night before bed, during the day his house was mayhem. And he was happy. His two girls were still recovering from the shock. Aelin had taken a couple of days off work after Elide and Lysandra had forced her to. Maya had been quieter than usual and that worried him. Both of them were struggling to sleep and in the past two nights he had found himself sandwiched between them. Maya would climb at his front and just cling to him, while Aelin played big spoon and rested against his back. He knew they were both struggling. He would have loved to stay at home with them but there was so much to do and he was helping the police with the investigation on the building fire. The previous day he had gone and collected the last few belonging boxed in the flat and finally closed that chapter of their lives. Rowan hated not being with them but he knew that Aelin was going back to work and would take Maya with her. They had called the school and explained the situation and Rowan had gone to the school to get Maya’s homework and the last lessons she had missed. Being in primary school it was still basic stuff but he felt that it was important and he and Aelin had been helping her at night.

That morning he was standing outside the tall block of flats and waiting for Captain Falliq and the chief of OFI. They were meant to go inside the building and try to find more proof of what caused the fire. They had the mechanics but now they had to discover the why and Nersys was positive it was arson.

Connall Moonbeam was the first one who met him. He was Fenrys brother. They had all done the academy together. Fenrys was still on active duty at station 3 but Connall had to retire from active duty after an accident during a fire that left him with bad lung problems and a problematic leg so he found a permanent position in the office for fire investigations and slowly made his way up the ladder.

“Morning Con,”

“You really are back, I thought Fen was taking the piss.”

Rowan laughed “Yes, I am.”

“And Chief nonetheless. Good, we did need a change of leadership.”

The both remained in silence while they waited for Nersyn to arrive.

“Do you really think it’s arson?”

“Nes thinks so.”

Connall sighed “You know how hard it is to prove and from what you told me this building was badly managed anyway. I need to make sure that the actual cause is human intervention and intentionally caused.”

“I know, I did try and explain to her but she believes Hamel was trying to get rid of this residential building to transform it into a business one,” he added with restrained fury “Apparently flats are not profitable. No matter that the monster charges an extortions for rent.”

Not long after, the captain emerged from her car and Rowan smiled at her wearing safety shoes and a hard hat. He had explained her the risks of entering a building after afire.

“Good morning guys, Sorry I am late but I was checking an anonymous tip we got about this fire. The person believes this was intentional. Apparently someone else had eyes on this building to make it commercial.”

Rowan was furious. Where were people meant to live if every rich bastard decided that buildings in the city centre were only good for business?

The three of them entered the building and slowly made their way to where overhaul had identified the origin point. 

Rowan walked to the main switchboard and with his torch illuminated the panel “It originated here,” he showed them the scorch marks of the origin point. Slowly he removed the panel and showed them the mess of the cables.

“That is not safe.” Added Connall, staring at the mess of badly tangled cables, they all looked ruined by years of bad maintenance but there was nothing pointing to arson.

Rowan would definitely jail the bastard just for negligence.

“Rowan, go back there, please?”

He pointed the light back to where Connall had indicated and they spotted a cable with a clean cut “This has been snapped with tools. And see the protective plastic around? It’s peeled back to expose the cables but it’s far too perfect and neat. This was deliberate.”

“Do you think they keep maintenance logs? Any trace of who was the last person to come down here? Only technicians have access keys to this panel.”

Nesryn took some notes “I am sure I will be able to find that for you.”

Rowan walked around the ruins of the place until his feet ended up in a puddle “Water, the guy had mentioned water too.” With his torch he followed the trail and noticed that the wall had all the marks of an internal water leak. With his axe he hit a specific point and water burst out with force, beneath it the electrical wiring was fried. Connall helped him to open the hole a bit more and with their torches they inspected the inside “If I remember the blueprint correctly, this is just below the flat that was the epicentre.”

“Shall we go upstairs?” Prompted Rowan, while already moving. The other two followed suite. As per protocol the flat had been boarded up but Connall and Rowan were two people who had the authority to go in so they slowly took down the boards and stepped in. The flat was a mess of burnt items. He could still see the signs of a family living there. A mother and her eighteen years old daughter. Their dreams, their hopes. All destroyed because of one man’s greed.

According to the report from his men, the fire in that room had been brutal. The kitchen had gone up in seconds and for the two women there had been no escaping. Rowan and Connall moved the appliances and found traces of sparks too and then water. They inspected the building for a good hour while Nesryn followed them in silence and took notes of their theories. The cut cable was a definite proof of a deliberate act, but the rest seemed like gross misconduct. Now it was her turn to piece all the details together and build up a case strong enough to jail Hamel forever.

When they finally exited the building the cop took a deep breath of fresh air, while Connall removed his white face mask to prevent him breathing dust particles that would cause him issues.

“This was very interesting and I have collected a lot of images and notes to help with my investigation. I have the copies of your reports as well so hopefully I will have something more solid soon.”

They thanked the cop and both men remained alone “This was sick.” Added Connall.

Rowan’s stare was on the top floor where Aelin and Maya lived. A barrage of what ifs crossed his mind. They had been quite far from the fire but still… If… If… If… Now that flat lay empty and his two women were safe at his house, he had to concentrate on that, for the sake of his sanity.

“I will send you and Nes any updates as soon as we analyse the samples I took.”

“Keep me posted, please.”

The two men said goodbye and Rowan jumped back in his pickup and drove to the bookstore.

*

Working helped. Aelin felt much better after a whole morning surrounded once again by books and her two friends. Maya had been in a better mood too and spent the morning in the children section or helping her mum shelve books.

She was busy helping a customer when she spotted the white shirt and dark jacket of the chief of the TFD entering the premises and Maya’s scream of joy at seeing her father.

“Dad!!” She ran to him and Rowan lifted her up effortlessly.

“Hi munchkin, how are you?”

She lifted Elf “we have been helping mum with all the books.”

With Maya still in his arms, he walked to the counter to greet Elide and Lysandra.

“We kept an eye on them, being busy helps a lot.”

“Dad, I fixed the kids section.”

“You did?” He kissed her “Show me.”

Father and daughter walked towards the back of the shop and Aelin joined her two friends.

“He is so adorable with her.”

Aelin stared at Rowan listening to what Maya was saying and agreed. Rowan was amazing with her.

“Lorcan asked me if I want one too.”

Both women squealed “What did you tell him?”

“Yes, of course as long as they are not a grumpy little thing like their father.”

“Now we have to convince my cousin Aedion to pop the question and make Lys a married woman.”

Lys rolled her eyes “If he doesn’t get a move on I am going to propose.”

Elide clapped her hands happily “Look at us responsible women.”

“Rowan needs to pop the question too.”

Aelin stopped “Rowan and I… it’s complicated.”

“In what universe? You already have a daughter and now live together too. You are basically married without the paperwork.”

“And didn’t you kiss the other night?” Added Elide.

“It was just to comfort me. It was sweet but it had nothing sexual about it.”

“Sure, but it moved something, eh?”

It did. Old feelings had started to come back quickly and being in the same house with him was not helping. She was torn between the version of five years before who was madly in love with him and the new version who was still struggling with his return and was scared of trying again.

“Maya is the most important thing just now. My needs can wait.”

“Until you two are alone in that big house of his and he can finally have your way with you and make you scream so hard you scare the squirrels.”

Aelin burst out laughing “Lys, you definitely read too many romance books.”

“No such thing.” She added quickly.

“We are just saying that the sexual tension between you is thick and we are expecting fireworks when you finally decide to stop being stubborn.”

Rowan came back with Maya half holding three books in her hands “dada bought me some books.”

“You are a bad influence,” joked Aelin, while taking the books from her daughter.

“As long as she is asking me to buy her books, I am happy to indulge her.”

“Also, I come here with an invitation,” he started “The annual hockey game between TFD and PD is on the 22nd. I know you are closed like all the shops for a couple of days and you are invited.” He turned to Lys “Aedion is welcome too if his job at the academy allows him to.” Aedion had been in the army for a very long time and when he retired he was offered a job as trainer for the recruits.

“It’s a good thing that you are back. We have been loosing for the past few years and Westfall has been a dick about it and brags to no end.”

Aelin glared at Elide for the D word and the young woman froze.

“Mama what is a dick?”

The adults froze “Maya, auntie Elide meant a stick.”

The girl seemed to accept the answer and went back browsing her books in silence.

“I will let you know all the details and give the tickets to Aelin.”

Rowan then kneeled beside Maya “I have to go back to work, but you keep company to mum and I will see you tonight.”

Maya wound her arms around his neck “Thank you for the books,” a kiss on his cheek.

Rowan kissed her back then stood and then pulled Aelin to him depositing a soft kiss on the crown of her head “I should be home by six.”

In response she leaned against his chest and nodded “be careful.”

“Always.” He pulled back, saluted the women and disappeared.

“Sure, no feelings.” Added Elide.

“He is totally disgusted by you.” Continued Lysandra.

Elide lifted Maya on the high chair “What do you think, little one? Your mum and dad like each other?”

The girl nodded energetically “Yes. Mum is happy.”

Aelin stared at the door where Rowan had disappeared and thought about her daughter words. Yes, since he came back she had felt happier. She had found herself craving his presence.

Maybe she was too afraid for nothing.

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dreamland | eddie munson x harrington!reader #16

pairing: eddie munson x harrington!reader

summary: After breaking up with Jason, you end up in a pretend relationship with Eddie to piss your ex off. The more you know each other the more the pretending dissappears.

the story is also avaliable on ao3

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When it comes to the Lay All Your Love On Me cover I think it might sound like this

"You good there?" asked Uncle Wayne hearing Eddie cursing in the bathroom.

"Yes, no... I don't know!" Eddie opened the bathroom door, a rather amusing sight appeared to his uncle's eyes. On his head was a veritable chaos. A comb was stuck in his hair, which was tangled and full of knots. "I wanted to comb my hair somehow, but I don't think anything will come of it."

The old man just laughed. "Let me help you with this mess."

They went into the living room sitting down on the couch. Eddie's back was turned.

"Are you stressed?" Wayne broke the silence.

"A little, I've never been to any ball, you know." The younger Munson shrugged his shoulders.

"That girl must have turned your head quite a bit."

"You don't even know how much..." sighed Eddie.

"Do you think what's between you two is for real?"

"It's... complicated."

"Love is never simple my son. It's the most complicated thing in the world." Love. The sound of that word made Eddie flinch.

"Do you think it's...love?"

"I don't know what the situation is between the two of you, but all of a sudden here comes y/n Harrington, daughter of some of the richer people in Hawkins, knocks on our house asking about you, then suddenly you buy a suit to go to the prom with her, you study, which is unbelievable to me because I don't think I've ever seen you with a textbook in your hand..." he laughed. "On top of that she agreed to come to your birthday party, she didn't even bother to sit with your old man for a bit and play cards. If she was indifferent to you, you certainly wouldn't be sitting here right now and letting me comb your hair." The uncle's words rolled around in Eddie's head for a long time. He liked you, liked you a lot, the old man was right that under your influence he did things he would never have expected of himself. With you he wanted to be a better version of himself, he believed he could be. It was as if you had opened a whole new door for him. But could this be called falling in love? He had no idea.

At the same time, the atmosphere in your house was crazy, your hair didn't want to cooperate today, after several attempts to put it up and hold it with hairspray you gave up and went to wash your head. Nothing suited you, you were furious doing your makeup for the umpteenth time, which you immediately wiped off.

"I see you're not in much of a party mood?" asked Steve leaning against the door. "Are you okay?"

"Nothing is working out for me today, everything is falling out of my hands and I look hopeless! I feel like smashing something." You sighed throwing a pillow on the floor.

"Leave that poor pillow alone! What did she do to you?!" Robin ran into the room picking it up from the floor.

"I called for reinforcements, I certainly won't help you, but I think you'll find the company useful," he shrugged his shoulders.

"And I called for more, because the more the better." Said Robin and after a moment you saw Max entering your room. "The three of us will surely manage to overcome this nasty mood."

She was right. All the stress and tense began to come off you as you sat in your room and gossiped. First you started by preparing Max, then Robin, and finally you. Unfortunately, your hair didn't want to be cooperative, so you just left it loose. Makeup took you the most time, you decided that red lipstick would go perfectly with the black dress you chose. For that, you wore red stilettos to match the color of your lips.

"Wow... you could kill with this look." Robin said.

"I have no intention of killing anyone today." You replied while looking at yourself in the mirror. You finally felt that you looked good. You were beginning to feel excited, hoping that this evening would be one of the best of your life. Suddenly, the phone rang in the house, you walked over to it and grabbed the phone, but it turned out that Steve was faster. Hearing Eddie's voice, you didn't put it down.

"Yes?" your brother asked.

"Hi, Steve. Eddie here."

"I hear, should I call y/n?"

"Actually, I need your help... My car refused to serve today, and is there any possibility for you to pick me up? I don't know if I'll be able to reach you on foot, so that I won't be late."

"I'll be at your place soon, I promised to pick up Henderson yet, so I'll pick you up first and then go to him." Said Steve hanging up the phone. "y/n, I'm leaving!" he shouted and you heard the door slam. Hearing his voice in the phone you felt stress. A pleasant kind of stress and something like butterflies in the stomach?

"So... the guard has currently left and no one will whine over our ears..." you smiled at the girls. "Do you feel like loosening up a bit, Robin?"

"What about me?" asked Max crossing her arms.

"You, dear, are still too young for such things." You added and patted her on the head. She rolled her eyes. After a while you were all downstairs. The girls sat down on the living room couch, and you reached into the refrigerator for alcohol. Your dad always kept a well-chilled bottle in the fridge. Even if he noticed that it had run out he wouldn't care because he would think it was Steve.

You poured some into two glasses and topped it off with coke. Max got just the coke.

"Here's to making tonight unforgettable!" you said and raised the glass.

"Do you have any specific plans?" asked Robin and raised her eyebrows.

"Maybe you're eventually will be done with the pretending?" added Max.

"I could tell him everything, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't want anything else..." you sighed "I really wouldn't want to get the brush from him today."

"I beg you, this boy is not able to take his eyes off you, and today if he could, in addition to his eyes, his hands."

"I wouldn't mind!" you laughed. "It's just a pity that babysitter will be there." you pointed your finger at Robin.

"And what was I supposed to do? You know very well that inviting Vickie to the ball would have been a tragic idea!"

"Wait, what?" interjected Max. "Vickie is a girl" you both directed your gaze at Max. After a moment, the surprise disappeared from her face. "Oooh, I understand. All in all, you two would look nice together."

"I know!" exclaimed Robin, taking a drink to the end. "I hope this miracle will give me a boost. y/n do you have any more?" she asked.

"Robin, I don't know if we should..." you said hesitantly.

"C'mon! Let's have some fun before our lives go back to boring, gray reality again." she said and walked towards the kitchen. She was right. Besides, two drinks is not that much at all.

"So how are you going to do it? Just walk up to her and ask her to dance?" you asked while pouring alcohol.

"No, that would be too obvious. We agreed with Steve that as soon as we saw that she was without a partner and sitting somewhere alone he would relent and I, as a good friend, would offer to dance together." she said. "A foolish idea, but I don't have a better one."

"And do you know who she' going with?" asked Max.

"I have no idea."

"What if she goes alone?"

"That's even better then! You'll chase my overprotective brother home and you can dance all night with her!" interjected a smile on your lips.

"That suspicious smile tells me that I wouldn't be the only one who would benefit from it." said Robin. "When the all-seeing Steve would disappear from the horizon..." she said approaching you. "Eddie, seeing you in that dress wouldn't have been able to resist," said Robin.

"He certainly won't be keeping a safe distance then," added Max.

"And our dear y/n wouldn't even deny it," continued Robin. "Oh, Eddie" she began to tease you while leaning her back against you, and Max joined her.

"Oh, Eddie I know it was all pretend at first!" laughed Max pretending to be you.

"But now I'm so madly in love with you that I'm not losing my mind!" finished Robin and you all burst out laughing.

"In love with who?" you heard Dustin's voice from behind you. You felt faint. When you turned around you saw the rest of you coming towards Dustin. Mike, Lucas, Steve and worst of all, Eddie. You stood up as if you were stunned.

"Who's in love?" asked Lucas.

"Probably Robin." Dustin shrugged his shoulders.

"It's certainly none of your business."

"Yes, it's a woman's business, you won't understand!" interjected Max seeing that you are still in shock and don't know what's going on completely.

"Wait a minute!" shouted Steve entering the kitchen. "Did you two drink alcohol? Did you two give her alcohol?!" he pointed at Max.

"Relax, Dad! Max only got a Coke." replied Robin rolling her eyes.

There was silence between the four of you. You, Robin, Max and Steve exchanged glances until finally you couldn't stand it. Sending Robin one last look, you burst out laughing.

"I can't stand you people." Said Steve waving his hand and went upstairs to get ready. You and Robin finished your drinks and joined the rest in the living room.

"I see you're in a good mood today." Said Eddie as you sat down next to him on the couch.

"You don't even know how much!" You said and smiled broadly. "It suits you in that suit." Only now you had a chance to look at him. The black pants and matching jacket, under which was a white shirt with the first two buttons undone, made him look much more serious than normal. His hair, as always, was loose, but you could see that it was well combed. The rings on his hands matched it perfectly.

"This time you're the one eating him up with your eyes." Robin whispered in your ear and snickered.

"Robin!" you shouted and slapped her on the thigh. Everyone looked at you with a surprised look on their faces.

"I hope you'll forgive me for not wearing a tie..." said Eddie. "But I figured this would fit better." From under his shirt he pulled out a silver pendant on which hung the guitar pick you once gave him.

"It looks perfect." you said.

"Perfect, like you, sweetheart." he replied and winked at you.

"Ew! You guys are disgusting!" shouted Dustin. A moment later, a pillow that Robin had thrown landed on his face. "Well what! With us, I don't think they have to pretend to be madly in love with each other!" he rolled his eyes.

"But what do you mean pretend?" interjected Lucas.

"Shit." cursed Dustin. "I thought you knew..."

"How could they know you knucklehead?" added Max. "The more people know, the worse it gets."

"I would never in my life have thought you guys were faking it." said Mike.

"That's the point, Wheeler." spoke up Eddie. "No one else can find out, and if I find out you've blabed, you can say goodbye to Hellfire for the next month."

"Eddie!" shouted Dustin.

"It's hard to control your foul mouths, you had an example yourself a while ago." glared at him.

"Lucas, you have to swear on everything that you won't tell Jason. He can't find out." you said looking straight at him.

"Relax, I don't talk to him about such things."

The atmosphere suddenly became strange. The laughter stopped and it became terribly awkward. Fortunately, after a while Steve came down ready to leave. The car was too small to accommodate all of you, so he took the kids first. Eddie and you stayed with Robin.

"Do you think Lucas can keep a secret?" you asked looking in the window. You didn't want Jason to find out. That would be the end of everything, everything would be destroyed then.

"Still, he's a good kid, he shouldn't do you any harm." Robin replied.

"We can always get out of this somehow." replied Eddie. "Consider that it's just some silly rumor he heard from the cheerleaders."

"He's right," nodded Robin. "Don't worry anymore, today we're supposed to have fun and not worry."

"You're right," you sighed.

"Hey, y/n how about another drink?" she asked suddenly.

"Are you crazy? I think we've had enough, I don't know about you but I'm going to remember this evening!" you laughed.

"I know, but I'm so terribly stressed!" she said getting up from her seat. "What if I make a complete idiot of myself?" she started pacing around.

"Stop saying that. Everything will be fine!" came up to her.

"I don't even know what to say to her! Hey Vickie, I like you a lot, do you want to dance maybe? She'll think I'm a freak!"

"Hey, the title of freak is mine, I won't give it back to you so easily, Buckley." interjected Eddie.

"Damn it, Munson, I forgot you were here."

"To your surprise I can keep quiet, it's not that I'm always extremely talkative." he smiled. "But chill, I won't tell anyone about your accidental coming out, what's more, I think another drink might make you feel like shouting it into the microphone tonight."

"Maybe you're right." she laughed. "You're not so bad after all, Munson."

"Appearances are deceptive." he shrugged his shoulders.

As you saw the lights in the driveway you walked out of the house. The road passed pleasantly, Robin kept joking with the guys and teasing each other, and you just listened with occasional laughter. You knew tonight was going to be a good night. You could feel it. Entering the room you were hit by a wave of heat, the party had already started. You tried not to draw attention to yourselves, with a slow step walking with Eddie by the hand you reached Max and the rest partying in a circle by the bleachers. You and Robin joined them fooling around and dancing. So far Eddie was sitting in and watching you. You were beautiful, breathtaking, and seeing your red lips he tried unsuccessfully to get out of his head the thought of how much he would like to taste them. The sight of you on the dance floor among the rest was incredibly charming to him, but it also made him feel like snatching you from there and locking in the janitor's room again. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone sit down next to him.

"Hey," he said, looking at Vickie.

"Um... "Hey," he puzzled, looking at Vickie.

"um. hi" she replied uncertainly.

"Where did you lose your partner?"

"Actually, I came alone..."

"Hey Buckley!" he shouted getting Robin's attention and with a hand gesture showed her to come over. "I found a lost soul who could use a friend today, why don't you take her in to your crazy circle?" Robin was shocked. With an open mouth, she shifted her gaze from Eddie to Vickie. After a moment, however, she woke up.

"Sure! Sure!" she began stammering "You're welcome!" she held out her hand toward the girl, and the girl grabbed it with a smile. Walking away, Robin turned to Eddie some more and soundlessly thanked him, he winked at her contentedly. After a moment his eyes returned to you again.

"Well done, matchmaker." Said Steve sitting down next to him.

"Thanks, man."

"Are you going to stare at her like that the whole night of the party, or are you finally going to ask her to dance?" asked Steve pointing at you with his head.

"I'd like to, but I can't dance. I think I'm too sober for all that," he laughed.

"You should at least try, your plan is still over an hour away. You're not going to sit here like this, are you?"

Feeling a sudden surge of courage, he stood up and walked over to you. "Can I ask you to dance?" he asked.

"Of course!" you replied. "I didn't expect it to come to this."

"Neither did I, what's worse I completely don't know what to do now." he laughed.

"Let me lead." At first it was going hopelessly, Eddie's whole body was stiff as wood, apologizing to you from time to time for treading on your toes and clumsy movements. You weren't angry, you were amused. With time, however, he began to relax, which made him go better. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough for you to have fun. You felt the eyes of others on you, but you didn't care. You were happy and you were there with the people you loved, and most importantly you were there with Eddie. The rest could go to hell. During the breaks between dances, you all sat on the bleachers laughing and talking. Dustin started attacking Steve and Eddie with balloons, so eventually you all started a "balloon war." In all the chaos, you didn't even notice that Eddie had disappeared somewhere. You looked around for him, but couldn't spot him anywhere. When you asked the rest if they knew where he was they didn't answer you smiling strangely. Finally Steve came up to you and pointed to the stage with his finger. There he was. In the meantime he had to get rid of his jacket, for that he rolled up his shirt sleeves. Against the white background, the pink guitar pick that he had converted into a pendant was immediately striking. He grabbed his guitar and walked up to the microphone.

"Hi everyone, I'm Eddie, and this is Corroded Coffin..." he began, smiling.

"What are you looking for there freak?!" came Jason's voice from the crowd.

"I'm already in a hurry to answer you, dear Jason." he smiled even wider. " Thanks to the kindness of our principal, we are here to play one song. A very important song, for a very important person." he took a moment to pause." y/n Harrington, this one is for you." he immediately began to play. The sounds of the electric guitar rang through the room and shivers ran through your body. Seeing him in the spotlight made you feel your legs bowed. The first sounds reminded you of a conversation in which you exchanged facts about each other. He remembered. He remembered how you said your favorite song was Lay All Your Love On Me. Now he was playing it for you with his band in front of the whole school.

"C'mon!" You felt Robin take your hand and lead you to the front of the stage. Eventually you managed to get the whole group there. At first there was silence, but eventually most of people started singing along with them. Seeing him on stage you couldn't stop smiling. He was in his own world, doing something he loved and dedicating it just for you. Every note was just for you. When they finished, applause spread around the room.

"Thank you! But if you'll allow me, I'd like to say something more." he grunted. "First of all, I would like to invite y/n to the stage." Hearing these words you were shocked, people began to clap again, and you started to look around for the stairs, but in the meantime Steve lifted you up and helped you go up. You clumsily managed to climb up there and stood next to Eddie. You couldn't get a word out. When you looked down you saw everyone smiling at the sight of you. Robin, Vickie, Mike, Lucas, Max, and even Steve. Not knowing what to expect you turned your gaze to Eddie. "In front of all the witnesses here, I would like to thank you y/n. You have made me a better version of myself. Some time ago you said that you don't have to be a queen to feel like one. But you don't even know how enormously wrong you are. You are the queen of my heart y/n Harrington, and nothing will ever change that!" the last sentence was shouted into the microphone. That's when you saw Dustin jump out from behind Eddie, holding a plastic crown in his hand, which he handed to Munson. He gently placed it on your head. "Once again, applause for the greatest girl in the world!" he added. As the loud sounds of clapping echoed around the room again, Eddie pulled you close to him placing one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek. Not knowing when his lips were already on yours, when you realized what was happening you threw your arms around his neck returning the kiss. He tasted of mint. It was as if he had eaten a whole pack of chewing gum before all this. His lips were incredibly smooth. Exactly as you imagined. You felt so many emotions inside you that you didn't know which one to focus on. Shock, happiness, elation, affection. In the end, you were so overloaded with them that tears began to fall from your eyes. The truest tears of happiness. When you stopped you walked off the stage. You were still unable to say anything. with the top of your hand you wiped the tears from your cheeks, seeing this the smile from Eddie's face immediately disappeared.

"Damn it, y/n, what's going on?" he began to panic. "Didn't you like it? Did I say something wrong? I thought it was a good idea."

"It was beautiful, Eddie, calm down," you assured him by putting your hands on his shoulders.

"Then why are you crying? Didn't you like what I said? I wanted it to be as believable as possible, so that everyone would believe what I was saying." After these words you felt as if you had been hit in the head with something heavy. They immediately brought you down to earth and reminded you that it was all just a performance, none of it was real. 

 "It's out of emotion, I never would have thought that I would have my real crown." you smiled. With all your might, you wanted the sadness that had entered your heart to disappear. You couldn't let that such a beautiful evening be ruined.

"So... did you like the song?"

"Much better than the original" you hugged him, and he locked you in a hug. At the beginning of your relationship you would never have thought that his arms would be your favorite place on earth.

"While we're on the topic of love, we invite all lovebirds to the dance floor. It's time to slow down a bit." said the host into the microphone. A familiar tune began to play from the speakers. Bryan Adams and his Heaven brought back memories of when you were in your living room. Eddie grabbed your hand and gently pulled you to the dance floor.

"I'll try not to trample you this time." he whispered in your ear.

"I'll hold you to your promise, Munson." You replied and looked up at him. At the corner of his mouth you noticed a bit of lipstick you had on your lips. "I think I got you a little dirty," you laughed rubbing the spot with your thumb.

"I don't care" he smiled and brought your lips together again in a kiss. 

Then in the living room you were wrong. That one was a vestibule of heaven. Now you felt like you were in paradise. Having his lips on yours. In that moment you didn't care that for him everything was pretend. For moments like this you could pretend for the rest of your life. Eddie, on the other hand, holding you in his arms, cursed himself in his soul, feeling like a coward afraid to admit to you that everything he said then on stage came from the depths of his heart. He was inhibited by the thought that in the perfect world of y/n Harrington there was no room for someone from such low levels. As you kissed, he was grateful to Jason, grateful to him for turning out to be an asshole at the time, and grateful for the hate they had for each other. If it hadn't been for this hate, he wouldn't be standing here now, feeling that in the hell in which he lived he had found his own piece of heaven.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfic #justice for eddie #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #stranger things eddie #fanfiction #fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson stranger things #corrodedseraphine #corrodedseraphine dreamland #corrodedseraphine fanfiction #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 fanfic

[collisiondiscourse]

meet you in the middle // bkdk (ch. 306) fic

Katsuki meets him at the edge of the world.

Standing on the rubbles of a once-thriving city that his people had called home, Katsuki sees him at a distance. A lone figure, standing beside broken statues that overlook a cliff of failures and broken promises. Katsuki sees him at a distance and feels something inside him break like a dam of something unmentionable. The glass beneath his worn combat boots crunches and cracks like the remains of his heart, every step heavy with the weight of the world around him slipping unto drooping shoulders. He says nothing, knowing the other runaway could hear his approach all the same.

Deep purple bruises set themselves under dull viridian eyes, the mixture of color out of place but lovely all the same. His hair’s a mess--greasy in the way that tells Bakugou he hasn’t showered in days, yet Katsuki would love nothing more than to bury his face in the tangled mass of green. The suit and armor he wears is torn, dented, fractured, dirty; it’s scarred like the skin it tries its best to hide. Deku stands still and watches him approach.

The blond halts in his steps.

In that moment, when red and green meet at the edge of the world, time stops completely. The broken concrete beneath their feet feels like a vast and endless void of nothing, silence wrapping around them beautifully and painfully. Between them, the few meters feel like blocks, to miles, to lightyears apart.

It is endless.

Between them, there is pain and sorrow. There is a hurt so deep that neither of the boys could begin to comprehend it--old scars and fresh wounds mending and tearing open, pace akin to the shift of the weather. Between them, Katsuki can feel things that feel like they should be impossible but aren’t. Between them, Katsuki can feel the contradictions that ripple beneath the surface of their skin.

Between them, Katsuki can feel it all.

The distance is staggering. It chases after the two of them like they had chased each other, something like a curse that pulls them apart while simultaneously keeping them at arm’s length.

Katsuki used to beg for it, he knows. (God, does he know.) He used to spend day-by-day stretching that distance, yanking the string that kept them tied together in hopes that eventually it would snap.

Yet that same distance had become something he’d grown to hate. He hated it in the way that it caused Izuku to close himself to the world and nearly cost him his life when Shigaraki had pierced him in battle. He hated the way it shut doors and cuffed him to his hospital bed when he’d found out that Deku was in a coma.

And he hated that distance the most when it brought Deku all the way here.

“Kacchan,” Deku says, the old nickname leaving his mouth simultaneously like a prayer and a pained gasp of fear. “Why are you here?”

The ‘why’ rings in the blond’s head like the sound of a gunshot, piercing and painful at the audacity to even ask such a thing. Why? Why did I come here? Why did I leave everything I’d ever dreamed of in order to chase your dumbass here?

Because. Why the fuck wouldn’t I come here, Deku?

“I got your letter,” Katsuki grunts out instead. His hands clench and unclench, tired and a little bit pained from his journey to find Izuku as fast as possible. The stupid fucking paper rests inside the pants pocket of his hero costume, setting his insides ablaze and leaving the taste of battery acid at the back of his throat.

“You still shouldn’t have--”

“--Shouldn’t have what, Deku?!” He inevitably yet suddenly explodes. The green-haired boy startles from across the building’s roof, jaw shutting with an audible click. “Shouldn’t have dropped out of UA? Shouldn’t have left every single person that loves me and sent myself out on a suicide mission? Shouldn’t have left my fucking mother without even a proper ‘goodbye’?!”

Deku snaps, “You damn well know it wasn’t that simple, Kacchan--”

“It never fucking is! It never fucking is that simple, Deku! You think I wanted to abandon our class? You think I didn’t care about the fucking fact that I just dropped out of UA and will probably never become a fucking pro-hero because of it? I destroyed my own dreams, you idiot!”

“Then go back!” the other boy replies, furious tears welling in his eyes. Katsuki feels paralyzed, unable to move through the surge of emotion that overtakes his mind. Deku takes a step forward, shaking so hard that the blond fears he might pass out. “Go back, you ass! Don’t let me take anything more from you, Kacchan, just please don’t. I can’t handle something like that! Go back and become the number one hero like you always promised, please.”

(A dozen meters apart.)

Izuku’s voice trembles and wavers, desperation seeping from his figure as teardrops fall to the tarmac below. He stands firmly on his two feet, but Katsuki can feel the way his heart begs on its knees. Bakugou’s glare softens.

“I can’t do that, Deku.”

He sniffles. “Why not?”

Tentatively, Bakugou takes a step forward, pacing himself. He opens his mouth to answer, but can’t seem to find the right words and looks away with a frustrated snarl. Deku’s eyes, red-rimmed with agony, peer up at him through his unruly green hair and the wound on Katsuki’s abdomen throbs with heat.

“...Because. I nearly died for you, didn’t I?” the blond eventually replies. “Because I know you think that that means you have to go and fucking do things alone because you don’t want me to nearly die for you a second time, but that’s exactly fucking it.” Katsuki huffs. He takes another step further, watching Deku crumple to the ground as sobs rack his figure.

“Kacchan got hurt, but it wasn’t your battle. It’s mine,” he chokes out anyway, stubborn as he is in the way Bakugou had grown to admire. As much as the blond’s soul rattles with anger, with hatred at the society that forced his childhood friend to bear the weight of the world upon his shoulders, he forces himself not to shout.

(Five meters apart.)

“‘Wasn’t’, was the word. Now, it is. I’m not letting you do this alone whether you fucking like it or not, shitty nerd.” Katsuki sucks in a breath. “You never gave me a choice, did you? I didn’t have a choice into knowing about your cursed fucking quirk, I didn’t have a choice into you leaving us to fight Shigaraki alone, I didn’t have a choice in knowing whether you’d be okay or not in the hospital after I myself nearly fucking died--and now that I finally goddamn do have that choice, you better make sure you let me have it, Deku.” Another step.

Deku lets out an anguished gasp for air between his hiccups and tears, and wails, “But why? Kacchan, you have the choice to be safe and let yourself win without One for All getting away! Why would you let me bring you more harm like this?!”

“Because you never fucking let me apologize to you, shithead!” The blond succumbs at last, yelling in hurt and in pain. The distance between them is so small, yet every goddamn particle feels like a world’s away in which Kacchan and Deku were made to fall apart. His skin prickles, air buzzing with the energy of a feeling so big contained in something so small. The moment suspends itself in time, fragile as glass and broken shards twice as painful, “I wanted to say that I was sorry, okay?!”

“Kacchan--”

Bakugou growls, “No. Let me say this, Izuku.” He waited, so goddamn long, for an opportunity to say what he wanted--no, needed--to say. The distance that felt like a whole galaxy between them burned something fierce, a serendipitous inevitability that felt like it was reaching its boiling point as the world around them reduced to ashes. The blond musses up his hair and exhales heavily, letting his angry demeanour calm for Izuku’s sake.

“I used to resent you. So much.” Katsuki starts. He’s close enough to Deku that he can see the subtle way the shorter boy scrunches his brows together, letting out a shaky breath of incredulousness. “When we were in middle school, I tormented and bullied you under the guise of hating you for something that you couldn’t control.”

“The truth is, that wasn’t why I resented you.” He blows out a breath. Deku looks up at him in shock, so Bakugou ploughs on. “I resented you because I didn’t understand you. At that time, I couldn’t understand how anyone, especially someone virtually powerless like yourself, could somehow still be a better person--hell, a better hero--than I was.”

Ruby red eyes gazed at the horizon.

“I always thought myself to be the best at everything. Always knew I was destined for victory. That hasn’t changed,” Katsuki swallows as Izuku pulls himself back on to his feet. Now standing, Izuku looks at him as if he’d suddenly had the revelation of his life, (which, Bakugou assumes, was paramount to this in any case.) “What has changed now though… is that I think I finally get it.”

He coughs.

“... I think I finally get you,”

(Two meters.)

“Katsuki… I’m--” Deku swallows, eyes shiny again as he tries to compose himself. He nods at the blond and in that instant Katsuki knows he’s been forgiven a long time ago. The distance tugs at the pit of his stomach, feelings of something warm and strange writhing inside. What once was a flood of misunderstanding that crashed and pulled the two of them apart had dried into a lively valley. Deku takes a step closer.

“But it isn’t just that anymore,” the blond is quick to blurt out. He looks at Deku and for once instead of a regretful past or an ongoing development, he thinks he sees a future.

“If this were all for atonement, I wouldn’t have left UA like you said. It’s… deeper. I’m workin’ on it, but there’s just something that pulls me to do this. It pisses me off, but it also makes me want to keep you at an arm’s length.” Katsuki shakes his head at the bullshit that spews out from his own mouth.

“I don’t fucking know what it is, but I know how it makes me feel.”

Izuku stares into his eyes, wide and innocent in a way that used to make him angry but now only makes him… dazed. “And how does it make you feel, Kacchan?”

He huffs a laugh of rueful acceptance. “Fucking weird. Like I suddenly want to chase you to the ends of the fucking earth just to make sure you’re alive. Like I want to be close to you again and again and again even in our next fucking lives.”

Katsuki takes another hesitant step forward.

“I want a lot of things now. I want shit that I can’t name but I sure as hell know won’t relate to becoming the number one hero. I want to keep you within sight, keep you close and alive because of the fact that it’s you and nothing else. I want…”

(Three feet.)

The distance around them is reduced to a little less than an ache. Issues like theirs aren’t solved overnight, but for the small distance they have between each other it feels less like a curse and more like the moment before an inevitability. They can’t quantify all that they are to each other--can’t begin to measure it in fickle things like centimeters or miles or inches or lightyears--but in that moment Katsuki supposes one could label what they have as ‘love’.

He’s never spoken this much in such a short amount of time, never let himself be wordy when his concise speech was efficient and easy. Yet, something about freckles and scars and green hair makes him want to run his fucking mouth off and list his every feeling under the sun. The vice-like grip over his heart that had been there since the moment he’d woken up in the hospital eases a little, and Katsuki’s broken heart feels like it is coming home.

(Two feet.)

“You want…?”

Katsuki looks into Izuku’s eyes, really looks. He looks and he sees life and salvation and something that he’d been missing for so long that tasting it for the first time has left him wanting like a man in a desert. He reaches out an arm, now fully within reach and gives Deku a pleading and weak stare that says everything and nothing at once.

“I want everything that I can get. Everything you can give me. No matter what the cost.”

(One.)

Deku crashes into his embrace, pulling him close and meeting Katsuki somewhere in the middle as the chase finally fucking stops. To Katsuki, it feels like the birth of a star as the warmth engulfs him fully, setting alight to every one of his nerves. The feeling of holding Deku fills him with all the words he cannot name and it feels like he’s reached some impossible height at the top of the world.

The war has not been forgotten, and the road ahead of them is long, but the distance between Kacchan and Deku--Katsuki and Izuku--is now nothing more than a physical concept. The hug blurs the line between the two young heroes, shaping itself until it is indistinguishable where one ends and the other begins. There is a sensation, one that is burning like an inferno but comforting all the same because at this point in time, Katsuki vows to run after and find Izuku Midoriya in every lifetime after this, in every world that they’ll be in. He vows with all his heart that he’ll be the one to watch Deku while Deku watches the world, to protect Deku while Deku protects the others. Katsuki vows to take Deku for everything that he is and isn’t, wholly and unconditionally because the distance is gone and there’s nothing now that can stop him from following this boy to the ends of the universe.

Katsuki Bakugou vows all this because here, right now, on top of the ruins of a city he’d once known and arms full of a boy he’d been trying to chase for a lifetime--Katsuki comes home.

(Zero.)

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakudeku #katsudeku #ktdk #bkdk #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #decchan #bkdk fic #bnha 306 #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #codi.docx #DONT LET THIS FLOP ITS SO SEXY

[graysonmydarling]

thin line

summary: what happens when you finally cross the thin line between hate and desire?

word count: 2.1K

warnings: swearing, smut, secret relationship

There’s a very thin line between love and hate, a line you were all too familiar with. After all, you’ve been edging the line between being enemies and lovers with Dick Grayson for years now. You weren’t even sure how this ‘feud’ between you and him had started, only knowing that you were both too stubborn and proud to admit that maybe you were wrong, besides you could hardly take back years and years of despising each other just like that. So you kept any objectionable feelings you might have developed to yourself and pretended that his face didn’t haunt your dreams at night. 

A dark expression clouded Dick’s features as he went over the mission plan for what felt like the 1000th time but he was still no closer to figuring out how to get into Deathstroke’s hq without immediately alerting him. Donna sighed, bringing the team’s attention to her, “I don’t understand why you’re trying to make this harder for yourself. One phone call and we can get in and out without him ever knowing we were there.”

“Absolutely not. I’m not calling her.”

Donna scoffed, “Damn right you’re not calling her, I’m gonna call her.” She picked up her phone, hitting your contact number before he could stop her, “Hey Y/n, I’m sending you an address, we need you for this mission.” She hung up, sending him a triumphant smile.

You checked your phone for the 100th time, checking the address that Donna had texted you before sending her a message to tell her you were waiting outside. The door buzzed open and you took the lift up to where you assumed Donna would be, the doors slid open and the smile fell from your face as soon as you saw him. As much as you hated to admit it...he looked good, even if he was scowling at you with his arms crossed over his chest like a child, speaking of his arms....it felt like your brain was short-circuiting as you watched his muscles flexing. He glanced over, meeting your gaze, “I was against you coming here. Just so we know, I think we can do this without you.” And he just had to go and ruin it, didn’t he?

“Then it’s a good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion, isn’t it?”

He straightened up, taking a step towards you, “Oh you’re such a-”

“Uh uh, don’t you dare finish that sentence, Bird Boy. I told you to be nice to her.” Donna marched over to you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Maybe she shouldn’t make it so difficult to be nice to her.” Dick retorted, still glaring at you.

She gave you both an exasperated look, “Well no one else finds it difficult to at least be civil with her. Look, she’s here now so you two need to put your stupid feud aside, at least until this mission is over and then you can have a fight to death for all I care.” She grabbed your arm, pulling you out of the room with her.

“So Dick....Why do you hate her?” His jaw clenched from Kory’s question and you grinned at him.

“Yeah why do you hate me?” He didn’t answer but you could see how physically tense the question had made him, you turned to Kory with the pure intention of pissing him off further, “You know, I actually have a theory that he likes me and this is his way of showing it. You know like how little kids are mean to people they like, I guess Dickhead Grayson over here never grew out of it.” 

He whipped around with a dark look in his eyes, he was furious and it was kinda hot, “Y/n….a word, in private.”

You got up and Donna called after you, “Remember no murdering each other until after the mission.”

He dragged you down the hall and into his room, locking the door before turning to you, “What the fuck was that?”

You shrugged, feigning ignorance, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Pretty Bird.”

“Don’t call me that. And you know exactly what I mean.”

“Would you prefer if I went back to calling you a dickhead?”

He let out a frustrated groan, “I’d prefer if you’d shut up for once!”

“Do you know what I think?” You continued, not caring about his response, “I think you only hate me cause I turn you on. I think I frustrate you.” 

His jaw clenched, his voice so low that it sounded like a growl, “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

And then without warning, you found yourself pinned against the wall as he surveyed you with a ravenous look. His face was barely an inch away from yours, his eyes glinting as he smirked at you, “What’s wrong? Had so much to say earlier.” He caught your gaze on his lips and his smirk widened before he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you roughly as his hands slipped down to your waist, pulling you into him, your hands tangled into his hair, kissing him back. Kissing Dick felt like relief, the tension that had built up between you for years was finally broken and you wondered where you’d be now if you had only done this earlier.

Your back hit the wall and you buried your face into his neck to muffle a moan as his hips ground into yours. He abruptly pulled away from you, “I’m not gonna touch you unless you beg for it.”

You didn’t say anything and a devilish smile creeped onto his face as he slowly traced his fingers up your thigh, smirking as he heard your breath hitching, “I said beg, sweetheart.” 

His fingers painfully close to where you needed him, “Dick...please.”

His fingers pressed into your thigh, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, “Please what?”

You glared at him, your fingers trailing along his chest before your hand slipped down to palm him through his jeans, “I don’t care what you do as long as you do me.”

“He picked you up, his lips on your neck as he carried you over to his bed, gently dropping you on top of the mattress. He hovered above you, after he’d helped you out of your clothes before taking off his own, his eyes burning into you before he leaned down, pulling your legs to rest over his shoulders. You frowned at him, “What’re you ohh-” You cut yourself off with an almost embarrassingly loud moan as he buried his head between your legs, your hands immediately fisting into his hair as his tongue roughly flicked against your clit. His fingers slipping into you as you whimpered his name, he moaned against you as you involuntarily tugged on his hair as his fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot.

The coil in your stomach tightened as he brought you closer to the edge, “Fuck- Dick...I’m gonna-.” You couldn’t even finish your thought before you came undone on his tongue. But he wasn’t finished with yet as he trailed kisses up your body, hitching your leg to rest around his waist, biting down on your shoulder as he pushed into you. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you baby?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice as you prayed that the rest of the Titans were still in the kitchen so they wouldn’t hear the sounds of your moans or the bed-frame slamming against the wall as Dick thrusted into you. You felt your walls clenching around him as he moaned your name into your skin, his hand slipped down to circle your clit, “Good girl, cum for me, baby,” He murmured in the hottest voice you’d ever heard, but you’d always had a secret thing for his voice, digging your nails into his back as he guided you to your release, your name spilling out of his mouth as he came before pulling out of you and tugging you into his arms. 

It was silent for a moment before Dick sighed, “You were right.” You raised an eyebrow in confusion and he continued, “I only hate you cause you frustrate me.”

You laughed and he tensed up, “I knew you liked me, but for the record? It’s definitely mutual.” You paused, “What are we gonna tell everyone else? They’re gonna ask if we’re suddenly all lovey dovey after being at each other’s throats for god knows how long.”

“What if....we just don’t say anything? We could just pretend to still hate each other and avoid an awkward interrogation from Donna.” He captured your lips in a gentle kiss, making it very hard to say no to him.

Pretending to hate Dick was proving to be a lot harder than you’d anticipated, in theory it seemed easy, you’d practically been doing it for years now but now you knew your feelings were reciprocated but you still couldn’t hold his hand in public. Your relationship consisted of dark corners and locked rooms, you knew deep down that it was probably for the best when it was still so new but you couldn’t help the way your blood boiled when you had to sit and watch Kory dancing around him like that. It wasn’t that you were jealous of Kory, more that you were jealous of her ability to openly flirt with him while you could only have a civil conversation with him behind closed doors. Thankfully no one had noticed that you had practically moved into Dick’s room, mornings with him were like your safe haven. You always woke up first, just so you could admire the way the shadows fell across his face, making him look like an angel when he finally opened his eyes.

Today was one of those mornings, he squinted at you, before his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him as a fond smile appeared on his face. “Good mornin’, darling.”

“Speak for yourself, I still can’t feel my legs!” 

His smile widened, tugging you closer, “Shame, guess you’ll have to spend all day in bed with me, won’t you, sweetheart?” He rolled over, hovering above you before leaning down to kiss you lovingly. Unfortunately you were interrupted by a loud knock at the door, you moved to slip out from under him but his arms tightened around you, keeping you with him, “Just ignore it, they’ll go away.” He mumbled in your ear, burying his head in the crook of your neck. He groaned into your neck as the knocking got louder, begrudgingly letting go of you and pulling on his sweatpants before stumbling over to the door, opening it an inch so you’d remain out of sight. 

You smiled as you listened to him grumbling at his younger brother, pulling your lower lip between your teeth as your eyes trailed over his back, watching how the muscles flexed as he stretched. You were so preoccupied that you didn’t notice Jason leaving until you heard the door locking and your eyes darted up to meet Dick’s gaze. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that it’s rude to stare?”

“I wasn’t staring, I was admiring. Two completely different things.” A smile tugged at your lips as he crawled back into bed with you, his lips ghosting over yours. “Admiring hmm?”

You rolled over so you were looking down at him, “I’ve heard it’s rude not to admire beautiful things and you, Richard Grayson, are one of the most beautiful people in this world, no doubt about it.”

He laughed and you gave him a questioning look, “I’m sorry but two months ago, you were telling me that I was the ‘most insufferable person to plague the earth’ and now-” He trailed off and you reached over to brush the hair out of his eyes.

“And now?”

He swallowed the lump in his throat, “And now, you’re saying things that make it really hard for me to stop myself from falling in love with you.” He reached for your hand as he spoke, running his thumb over the back of your knuckles.

“You expect me to believe that my favourite boy wonder is scared of falling in love with me?” You asked in a teasing tone, not actually expecting him to respond.

“No, he’s actually terrified.” You paused, searching his face for any hint of insincerity, wondering if he could feel your heart racing. “What are you saying?”

He sat up, “I think I might be in love with you.”

You shifted so you were sitting in his lap, “Well the feeling might be mutual, Pretty Bird.”

His face scrunched up at the nickname, “Didn’t I tell you not to call me that?”

You shrugged and his hand came up to cup your cheek, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

Tagging a couple people (let me know if you wanna be removed!!): @catxsnow​, @starxfires​, @pricetagofficial​

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[soulwillower]

tozier • ben hanscom

(ben hanscom x tozier!reader smut)

requested: okay so once regular requests open, here's my idea. so the reader and richie are siblings and they absolutely hate each other and to get under his sisters skin, he fucks her best friend. so in sheer anger she decides to fuck all of his

warnings: swearing, smut, unedited bc im a lazy asshole 

ok guys here’s part one of the new series! i’ll probably have to go back in and edit some stuff n probably change the name but lmk what u guys think and what u wanna see for the next parts :) 

[losers and reader are in college in this.]

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you know richie pretty well, if you say so yourself. hell, you grew up with him - you've known him your whole entire life and even now, as 19 and 20 year olds, you're still at each other’s throats constantly. 

naturally, growing up with richie as your brother was full of ups and downs - like the time that you were still a baby in your crib and he'd curiously wandered into your nursery and twisted your finger, causing it to break. or, that time when you two got into a fight over who took the last of the ice cream in the freezer and didn't speak to each other for almost three whole days.

but there were really good times, too - like when richie picked you up after your disastrous senior prom night and drank vodka with you in the back of his pickup truck while you threw rocks at the creepy house on neibolt street. or the time where you bought him a new pair of glasses so your parents wouldn't kill him for breaking them and he bought you ice cream for a month as a thank you. 

richie was the most frustrating, annoying, rude, arrogant older brother, and yet even when you were away at separate colleges, you talked on the phone almost every night.

you share one of those really, really competitive relationships - a lot of it, you’ve realized, stems from your parents constantly pitting you two against each other to vie for their attention and praise. but no matter, you still hated richie most of the time and he hated you just as much. 

but right now, you might fucking murder him.

you have so much hatred for him as you storm down your stairs, phone clutched violently in your palm as you stalk into the basement, hollering, "richard!" at the top of your lungs. it's a hot august afternoon and you've just come back from the pool with your best friend, now filled to the brim with white hot rage for your brother. 

when you'd been at the pool, cecily, your best friend, had stretched her neck and you'd noticed a hickey (naturally, you'd teased her about it). but when you pried, she got secretive and defensive until it finally slipped out that the boy she'd been with was none other than your gangly, stupid older brother, richie.

you were completely disgusted and beyond addled as to why she'd choose richie, of all people, but more than that you were extremely pissed and stormed off, driving home with knuckles tight against the steering wheel.

and now, as you make it down to the last step of the basement, you're aware that you're still in your bathing suit with shorts thrown haphazardly on top as you storm towards your fuckwit brother.

he and all of the losers he hung out with are down here, sprawled on the large sofas and on the floor in front of the tv. you don't dare break your eye contact with richie as you glare, face heated with anger.

"well hey there, little sis. what's got your knickers in a knot?" he says with a lopsided grin that you just want to punch clean off his face. he's sitting between ben and bill and you turn a little pink as you notice both boys’ eyes on your body. yet you barely think for a second before slapping richie straight across his cheek, hard. 

the slap is a sickening sound as it quiets the whole room - you can feel bev's eyes on you, hear eddie's short gasp, and see out of the corner of your eyes as stan turns his head to watch the scene. richie stares at you, hand on his cheek. "what the hell, y/n?" he asks with a glare as he stands up, rising to his full height above you. but you’re not afraid. 

"you talk to cecily today?" you ask with feigned sweetness, a sick smile on your face as you cross your arms. richie just blinks at you, mouth opening and closing like the dumbass he is. "how long have you been fucking her?" you ask when he says nothing.

the room bursts in exclamations after your words - from mike's "you didn't." to bill's "what the f-fuck is wrong with you, m-man?" and ben's, "oh my god, dude."

richie just shakes his head, looking way too casual as he places a hand on your shoulder with a grin, "y/n/n, can we talk about this later? we’re trying to watch jeopardy." he smirks, but you immediately shake his arm off, recoiling in frustration as you glare at him. "no, richie! you’ve been fucking my best friend! my ONLY friend!" you ask, shaking your head. “you’re such a shitty person, i fucking hate you. why did you do it?” 

 as you make eye contact, he sighs almost forlornly, as if he’s about to apologize. but this is richie, so of course he doesn’t. "....she's just so fuckin’ hot." he says with a grin. 

you take a sharp breath, rubbing your face with your hands as you back away towards the stairs.

"c'mon, sis! don't be so sensitive." he calls to your back and you can practically hear the nasty grin in his voice. you hear eddie hiss, "quit being a fucking asshole." to your brother and you want to scream. "don't fucking talk to me, richie." you snap as you make it up the stairs, ignoring richie as he laughs his stupid hyena laughter. 

you're finally changed out of your suit and into a shirt and shorts by the time you've calmed down enough to take a few deep breaths. a knock makes you jump, though, and you glare at the closed door. as you're about to yell for whoever it is to go away, you're stopped by a voice.

"hey, y/n." ben's voice sounds through the door, and it's almost shocking how quickly your shoulders relax. you smile shyly as you open the door, your heart beating wildly, this time not from anger but out of your proximity to ben.

ben hanscom had been your brother’s friend for a while, and you simply did not understand. all of them are jackasses, richie being the king of the pack, but ben really does seem to be so fucking genuine. maybe it’s because you’ve always had a small thing for him, but then again it may just be because you’re furious with richie. 

"hi, ben. sorry i was.... sorry about that." you say awkwardly as he walks into your room and shuts the door gently. he laughs quietly as he leans against your wall, looking down at you knowingly. "it's richie's fault. you have every right to be mad. he’s a dick sometimes"

you nod thoughtfully, touched that ben came to check in on you. "i know he is. you know, i'm not even mad that they had sex, honestly, i’m just mad because i know he did it to piss me off." you say, biting your lip as you stare up at ben, his hair glinting under the soft light of your lamp. 

ben nods as he reaches out to rub your shoulder, making your stomach flutter as you look up at him. "if i can be honest, you two have the weirdest relationship i've ever seen, y/n. i'm sorry he did that and didn’t tell you, that's really unfair."

you smile lightly at the floor where your feet point towards his. "well now i have, like, nobody to hang out with this summer." you mumble, thinking about how cecily is really your only friend from derry, and how all your college friends live hundreds of miles away.

you shrug, leaning into ben's touch. "you have me to keep me company, though." he says with a shy grin, cheeks heating up at your smile.

"oh, just you? i like the sound of that." you ask, lifting a brow playfully. he chuckles a bit at your look and it makes your chest flutter.

"yeah, of course you do, y/n." he says as he pulls you into a hug. he's warm and smells like cinnamon cologne and it makes your chest glow sweetly. you pull back only slightly, hands sliding up to his chest as you look into his golden eyes. "ben..." you whisper softly, eyes going down to his lips and then bouncing back up, not wanting to make a move if he's not comfortable with it.

he clearly is thinking the same thing, because you're both moving closer and closer, his hands lightly squeezing your hips as he stares at you with hooded eyes. "yeah?" he asks, just as quietly. you swallow, wanting nothing more than to just close the gap just to see what it'd be like. to have one of richie's friends, for a change.

you don't know how to initiate it, though. "do you want to-"

"yes." he rushes out quickly, apprehension only flashing across his face just after he'd rushed out the answer, in fear that you'd been overwhelmed by his enthusiasm. but it's enough for you, and you grin slightly before pulling him into a kiss.

his lips are hot on yours, your hair still drying from the chlorine at the pool as his fingers tangle in the strands. you moan a bit out of shock, having not kissed anyone in a while and feeling touch starved. his hands are strong and soft in all the best ways and you try not to smirk as you think about your stupid brother sitting in the basement, currently unaware of what you’re about to do with one of his best friends upstairs. 

but then, just as your hand slips to the hem of ben’s jeans, he pulls back a bit. “is this a bad idea?” he asks.

you sigh, looking away. “yes.” you say with barely any hesitation. “but i don’t fucking care.” you say honestly, and ben grins, “well, me neither. you’re...” he looks you up and down before smiling. “so fucking pretty.” he ends with and your stomach flutters, face growing hot at the compliment. 

"but i don't want to, like.... t-take advantage of this situation, or-" ben starts, but you shake your head, biting your lip as you stare at him. he's so fucking amazing, so caring. he's always been like this - respectful, considerate, and interested in your well being, which really just makes you want him even more.

"no, ben, i... i really want this. if-if you do too." you say honestly, fiddling with your fingers as you watch him through your lashes. he grins as he nods. "you sure?"

you giggle, pulling him towards you by his neck. "yes. are you, ben?" you ask as he leans down closer. "definitely." he whispers against your lips, his breath coming out in a short huff. and then his lips are on yours, pressing strongly and fully as you stumble a bit, grasping him tightly as you kiss back.

he presses you against him, hand at the small of your back as he moves his tongue deftly against your lip, exploring your mouth as you suppress a moan. one moment later, you pull back a bit.

"you're not..." you trail off, and he shakes his head. "no, are you?" he asks, and you also shake your head as you cup his cheek and pull him back in for a kiss. "me neither." you mutter, falling back down onto the mattress, hand blindly fumbling around inside your bedside drawer for your box of condoms.

he's kissing down your neck, his hands palming your breasts softly as you finally pull one out and set it beside you, wrapping your arms back around his neck.

he grinds slowly against you and you let out an embarrassedly loud moan at the friction against your clothed clit. he's already pretty hard and your mind flickers to the basement, how chilly it had been against your skin and how your swimsuit top probably didn't leave much to the imagination as you'd stood right in front of him. it makes you giddy at the thought of ben's eyes on you, his mind drifting to what you'd look like underneath him.

which is where you are right now, as he rolls the condom onto himself and pumps slowly. you kick your shorts and underwear off, aching and dripping with need as he slides between your legs, bracing himself with one arm above you.

"ready?" he asks softly and you let out a strangled whimper as you feel him line up at your entrance, teasing your folds a bit and making your hips buck. "yes." you say, staring deep into his eyes.

ben grasps your hand then, steading both you and him as he eases into you, sinking slowly and letting out a shuddering breath. you let out a small whine at the feeling of ben stretching you out, having been too antsy and not having enough time or patience for foreplay. once he's fully inside you, he kisses your cheek and gives you a few moments to adjust as you breathe into his neck.

and then he starts to move, his hips rolling slowly as he fills you up and hits a perfect spot inside you, your toes curling almost immediately. "oh god, ben." you moan out and that makes his hips move fluidly as he thrusts into you, kissing your neck softly as you whimper in pleasure.

the hand that isn't steadying himself above you holding your hand dances around you; exploring your curves, fingers lightly tracing over the stretch marks on your hips and then his palm sliding to caress your sides, his touch making your skin feel on fire.

after a few more minutes, he picks up the pace, hips angled slightly deeper and making your toes curl. he starts to moan every few thrusts, right into the shell of your ear, and it pushes you closer and closer to that feeling growing in your abdomen.

"shit, y/n, i'm already close." he mutters, eyes closed in bliss as he leans his head back slightly, the sight heavenly to your eyes. and you don't even blame him because he's probably just as pent-up as you are and you know this has to be quick or else richie will come up, wondering why ben was taking so long to ask if you're okay.

so you lean up a bit as he thrusts into you and you attach your lips to his neck, sucking lightly enough that it won't mark. "so am i." you say breathlessly as you move your hips, chasing the high that's building deep inside you.

you press your hands to his chest, stopping his motions momentarily. "let me ride you." you say breathlessly and his eyes widen with something akin to hunger as he pulls out of you, rolling onto his back with a shocked look. you smirk as you climb back onto him, straddling him as you pump him a few times. he bites his lip as you sink yourself onto him, moaning and covering your mouth so as not to carry the sound all the way to the basement.

as you start to bounce, you smile, realizing that you're not at all insecure in front of ben - his hands are all over your body, running over and gripping the plush skin as you sink onto him, taking him perfectly. he's groaning and moving his hips with yours as you mouth wet kisses over his chest and neck.

ben lets out a moan that pushes you near the edge as you pick up the pace, his cock hitting a new spot inside you that has you whimpering. as his hands fall to move your hips with his, squeezing your soft thighs tightly, you hit your high.

you tremble as the feeling of him inside you makes you clench hard, your eyes squeezing shut in bliss as you moan out, "ben!"

your hips stop moving as you ride out your high, only making small movements as you clench around him in complete pleasure. he groans below you, eyes still shut as he juts his hips upwards, taking over to chase his own orgasm.

and his hips start to stutter a few thrusts after as you slump on his chest, one hand on your tits and the other on your hips to move you with his thrusts. he cums a few moments later with a moan that is muffled by your hair, his hands sliding down to your ass, your lips on his collarbone.

after a few moments, you roll off of him and sigh, shocked and unsure as to if that really just happened. you're embarrassed at how quickly he made you cum - you want to blame it all on the fact that it has been quite some time since you'd had sex, but it really was the thrill of hooking up with him, especially because your brother was just downstairs.

ben's cheeks are red as he sits up quickly, pulling on his boxers and then his pants, only looking at you after he tugs the hem of his shirt down. "um, i would totally stay, but-"

you shake your head with a grin, "no, i get it. this was... just a spur of the moment thing."

he beams at you, seemingly relieved that he wasn't hurting your feelings - that was amazing and you're both glowing in your post-orgasm high, but you both know that this was a one-time thing. he pecks your cheek sweetly and as he turns to leave, you mutter, "wait!"

he lifts a brow as he turns to you and you run your fingers through his hair a few times to make it look the way it did before he came up here. "thanks." he says with a grin before he disappears, closing the door behind him and making you get dressed with red cheeks in silence.

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[possiblypeachy]

; car keys

― summary: most believed you and sam didn’t like each other-- yourselves included. but, when a mission goes awry, so do the hateful little façades you keep up.

― pairing: sam drake x reader

― word count: 3.5k (ish)

― warnings: swearing, violence (of the normal uncharted standard, i feel)

― A/N: this was a request from a while ago but i think it’s too late to like reply directly to it now so instead i present it to you all like this! there’s nothing better than a bit of mr samuel over here to get me back on the writing scene

my requests are OPEN if any of you are so inclined ;)

― ❊ ― 

“Sam, throw me the car keys!”

Your gaze peered above the desk you’d kicked over, in a way similar to a mole testing the daylight, but when a spray of bullets shattered the glass behind you, you soon pushed yourself closer to the ground. Could today have gotten any worse? You didn’t think so. What was supposed to be a simple pick-up had turned into… this: a horrible tangle of guns, curses in a foreign tongue, and really quite lovely upholstery being destroyed. Maybe if you or Sam had died it could be considered worse but, at this point, you wouldn’t have even been surprised. Honestly, you had no idea if Sam was still alive on the other side of that counter; you couldn’t see his head peeking over the top and nor could you see his obnoxiously striped shirt from this angle. 

“What?” 

So he was still alive. 

“The fucking car keys, Sam!” You let loose a few shots, arm twisted uncomfortably so you didn’t have to come entirely out of cover, and blindly hoped that someone would die so you both could have a breather. Yet, the assault continued, made clear by the sound of an empty clip being thrown to the ground over yonder. There: another curse in a language mostly unknown to you but you’d picked up enough in your time here to know that someone had just called you a ‘bitch’, followed by some far more offensive words that you were half-glad you couldn’t understand. There was no answer from your partner and so, despite your throat being dry and sore from the heat, you shouted again, “Sam? Now is not the time to ignore--”

“I gave them back to you!” You could just hear the irritation in his tone and you clenched your jaw. Stupid bastard. “You don’t have them?”

It was then that he took the opportunity to shuffle around the counter, meeting eyes with you briefly, before gesturing for you to make space for him. You, of course, had no choice in whether or not to do this because he was already lunging into a spot that you hadn’t yet made. You both bumped each other briefly, your shoulder knocking against the desk, before you were able to find a comfortable position-- well, as comfortable as possible with about six very angry armed men behind you.  

Now wonderfully pissed off with your partner, you gave him a brief side glance before shooting again. “You’ve lost them?” 

When he rolled his eyes, his head went with them. “I just told you--”

“Well, you didn’t give them back to me--”

“We were near that— uh— that little fish stall and--” He cut himself short, favouring pulling your head back into cover with a hand over arguing with you. He held you there as you came down from your brief-yet-blinding adrenaline high, ensuring that you didn’t foolishly pop up from behind the desk again like some kind of stupid weasel with a death wish. As soon as you realised this, you batted him away, the look on your face dripping with an underlying loss of pride, and reloaded your gun to avoid eye contact. 

Despite your arguments, the pair of you were loyal to a fault and, while you did break your arm half-because of him once, you were both diligent in your protection of each other. When you thought of Sam Drake, your first reaction was to frown and reel off countless stories of him being an asshole. But, did you want hurt to come to him? No. Did you want to stop working with him? No. Did your heart churn a little bit when you thought of moments like these? Perhaps, though you’d be shot dead before you told anyone. When Sully had pointed out this strange hot-and-cold thing you both seemed to have going on, it was like he’d asked a teenage boy if he had certain magazines underneath his bed; “What? No--”, “Why would you ever think that?”, “That’s disgusting”-- you know, all of those lies. 

“If we don’t have the keys, you’re gonna have to radio Victor.” As he mentioned this, he flinched away from bullets overhead, almost knocking his chin on your shoulder. “I broke my radio when we got split.” 

You accidentally elbowed his collar when you turned to shoot. “You’re such a fucking idiot, Sam.”

“Really?” He feigned hurt when you looked at him next. “No, ‘Oh, Sam, I’m glad you’re not injured?’ Or ‘Sam, I’m relieved we found each other--’”

There was the brief, harsh static of a radio to cut him off and, as you asked “Sully?” down it, your gaze was like an ice burn on his skin. 

“What’s up, kiddo?”

“We’re in a bit of a--” bullets slammed into the other side of the desk, wood chips now littering your hair. God, were you glad this thing was thick.

“Got trouble?”

“Yeah, and Sam lost our car keys--”

“I did not--”

“Figure this out at the bike racks behind school.” There was a certain amusement in Sully’s voice-- you could almost picture his sly little grin on the other side of the radio-- but you couldn’t deny that he was probably right; perhaps in the middle of a hotel lobby, surrounded by furious henchmen, wasn’t the best place to argue out your differences. “What do you guys need me to do?”

Sam, of course, still found time to be a wise-ass. “Sit and listen to our woes, Victor. That’s all that we’d like--”

You hit him in the arm and he winced. Rather than listen to your woes, all Sully heard was another spray of bullets on the other end of the receiver. “You’re nearby, right?”

“Got a cigar and some whiskey in that shady little motel we’re staying in, if that’s what you’re asking.”

At that, the pair of you found yourself huffing out a shared laugh between returning fire to those behind you. There was a pained shout-- that’s one down, at least-- and you pressed on the radio again. “Afraid that whiskey might have to wait, old man; we need you here. Now.”

“Preferablywithacar--” Sam managed to squeeze in before you clipped the radio back onto your belt. A brief look was shared between you both-- something similar to the look you’d give a friend when they did something idiotic-- before you, in unison, peeked over the desk again. 

The assailants were starting to encroach on your little bubble of safety and, for each one that you’d taken out, it seemed like more were filing in. To your back, there were the main doors to the hotel, glass shattered all on the lovely red carpet-- a shame. That would be your exit— if Sully got here fast enough. 

You had to give it to the old man: for how many years he had on him, he wasn’t afraid to get those creaky bones moving. By the time you were settled down, a nice partner, a few kids (if you ever really felt like it), Sully’d probably still be out swindling people and getting shot at. It was his passion, you supposed, but, God, at his age you’d rather be at home with a warm drink and a newspaper than making enemies left, right and—

“(Name)!” 

At that, you could’ve jumped out of your skin. But, rather, you were thrown in the gap between Sam and the desk, his grip tight on your bicep, with very little time to think nor realise what was happening. There was a gunshot, then Sam’s body lifted upwards from beside you. Another gunshot, a sharp groan of pain, and a body falling to the floor. Not Sam’s, you were relieved to see— well, Sully would be more relieved to see it. Probably. Yeah, most definitely. 

You reached up to yank him further into cover, lest he get shot. He did follow the force of your pull, sure, but also now your hand was smearing blood along his shirt. Fresh blood. His blood.

“Holy shit! Sam--”

“In the same fucking arm! I got shot in the--” he cut himself off with a groan, obviously tensing too much in his anger and agitating the bullet lodged into his bicep. 

“Are you alright?” There was certainly a worry in your voice that was genuine-- eyes blown-wide.  

Sam shuffled backwards, leaning his back against the desk, pistol still tight in the grip of his other hand. “Yeah, I’m just dandy, honey.”

You could only describe that sarcasm as ‘sobering’ and the familiarity of the fed-up glint in your eyes made him huff out a laugh. However, you didn’t seem to be finding the same humour in the situation as he was and you unclipped the radio from your belt. “Sully? Where are you?”

Bullets rang out across the room again and, just as Sam went to lean up over the desk and shoot, you pressed him back down with the radio to his chest and a quiet, “Don’t”. Instead, you took to retaliating against the opposition, the overwhelming adrenaline making your aim shaky and your head ache. 

Sam clicked the radio on again. “Victor, buddy,” his voice sounded weak but in an overwhelmingly fake way; you would’ve shot him a chiding look had you not been trying to keep you both alive, “I think I’m bleeding out. I won’t last long. You gotta look after (Name) when I’m--”

A grenade smashed yet more of the window-- but from the outside this time. There was the distant rev of a car and-- you sniffed the air-- could you already smell cigars? You curled yourself over Sam, pulling his head down beneath you so no shrapnel from the explosion gave him the excuse to complain more. 

The blast was deafening and you found one of your eyes watering at the pain of the noise. It seemed to have taken the majority of them out, the panicked shouting of a man with a dead leg the only thing you could hear on the other side of the lobby. Then, there was a loud, slow creaking as if a tree were about to fall or maybe that huge support column in the lobby--

“Holy shit.” 

You began to hoist Sam up, tugging on his good arm to get him to his feet. “Sam-- Sam, we’ve gotta--” your eyes flickered up to the beam and it was splintering at the bottom, the ceiling following its swaying movements, “-- move. Now!”

“I know! I know!” He stumbled forward, almost falling straight into the glass-laced carpet if not for you being a wonderful makeshift pole. “Victor better have some bandages in that car…”

Glass crunching underfoot, the pair of you pushed out to the getaway vehicle-- a car that looked like a rusted 1970s sedan-- loose shots being made behind you in case anyone tried to follow. Now, you were unsure if you trusted the building to stay up more than you trusted this shitty little car to get the three of you away in time but you bit the bullet and began to shovel yourself into the back with Sam-- who you think almost cried when you accidentally pushed near his bullet wound. 

“Step on it, Victor.”

Sully didn’t need much more than that to kick the engine into gear. The exhaust sputtered something out of it, a cloud of black rising behind the car, then the tires began to squeak and you were launched into motion. One hand was on Sam’s chest to keep him from careening through the windscreen and the other was on the back of Sully’s chair to stabilise yourself. 

“Did you bring any bandages or--”

“In the trunk, kiddo.” 

You hummed and leant up over the backseat and, as you flailed your arm around in the back trying to reach the medical supplies, through the tiny rear window you could see the second level of the hotel sliding to the left and destroying the poor little convenience store next door. A shame; you’d gotten a lovely bottle of juice there just before the whole fiasco. 

Sam’s groaning beside you made you snap your head around to look at him, a quiet “oh yeah” from you gearing him up perfectly for one his stupid comments. However, Sully turned a corner a little too vigorously and Sam had to bite his tongue to keep back a groan. Thank God. 

“Don’t cry.” Your tone was mocking and you gave him a smart-assed half-smile as you unravelled the bandages. With more gentleness than either of you would care to admit, you lifted his arm slightly and, when Sam sucked in a breath through his teeth, your hand was light and comforting on his stomach. “Hold it there for me.” He hummed, nodding, and you then went about wrapping his wound up; you’d clean him up properly at the hotel but, for now, you had to make sure that nothing could happen to it— or him— on the way there. 

Damn this country and it’s jagged roads; this car ride was going to be hellish.

--

Sully threw you the keys to your room-- the smallest of the three, which you were less than happy about-- and you fumbled with the lock for a few moments. “Sam! In here.” You gestured with your head towards the room, holding the door open with a foot while the other half of your body ushered him inside.

“I appreciate the sentiment but I just don’t think my performance would be--”

“Shut up.” As usual, your look was harsh but it made him smile anyway. “I’m gonna clean your arm up.”

He grimaced-- for fair reason. “Surely a medical professional would be better for this?”

You began to rummage through your tiny suitcase for anything that might help with the pain or the cleansing or… anything really. “I’m as close as you’re gonna get to a doctor in this forsaken country.” You could feel his exasperated stare on the back of your head. “You’ll be fine; I took a first aid course.” There was a pause. “Well, I half took it; couldn’t pay for the rest of the lessons.”

“That makes me feel great.” As you turned, your gaze met with his crooked, sarcastic smile. 

“It can’t be any worse than a Shoreline mercenary pulling it out of you.”

He sat down on the edge of your bed and groaned. “Don’t remind me.” 

At that, you finally laughed, crouching down beside him with a few tabs of low-strength painkillers-- it’s better than nothing, right?-- and a damp towel. He lifted his arm for you slightly as you unbandaged him, hoping that the bleeding would’ve subsided a little bit at least. It had, luckily, but it didn’t stop the wound from looking nasty; you hoped to never find out what a bullet felt like.

He winced when you began to clean up the blood, lightly dabbing the area with the towel. He should stay out of commission for a while now to recover but would he? Certainly not; he wouldn’t be the Sam you knew if he did. “You shouldn’t have taken the bullet, Sam.” You idly mentioned, aware that he was injured because of you, to which he made some sort of incredulous noise as if you were being ridiculous.

“That guy would’ve shot you in a far worse place than the arm.” He glanced down at you briefly, trying to gauge what you were feeling, but was simply met with you frowning as you folded the towel to a cleaner section. “Besides, I’ve got a reputation as a hero to upkeep.”

“I’ll hit you in the bad arm--”

“No, no! Don’t!”

A look was shared between you, quiet laughter surrounding you both, before you continued on cleaning his wound. There was a moment of silence, then you said, “Job’ll be less interesting if you have to take time off.”

He inhaled-- sharply. “Was that almost a compliment?” At his wide grin, you found yourself huffing out a laugh, shaking your head. “I’m astounded, honestly. I didn’t know you had a kind bone in your body.”

“You say, as I tenderly clean your wound.” 

He chuckled at that but said nothing more between winces of pain, the sting of you cleaning it now hurting less than the ache of the wound itself. The quiet was comfortable-- something that not many would’ve expected between the two of you-- and Sam leant slightly, unknowingly or not, closer. It seemed as though he was trying to watch you pat at his injury but you would rather do anything than move your gaze away from the task at hand to check, lest you lock eyes with him and he says something about it, lips tugged up at one corner. 

You pursed your lips, deciding whether or not you were satisfied with your work, before leaning over the bed to grab the gauze and bandages. It wouldn’t be your problem to remove the bullet; Sam would have to go to a hospital for that-- you weren’t about to fuck up his arm with a pair of tweezers and a handful of determination. Instead, you were just going to pad it and bandage it a little, maybe offer to help him clean it again later if he was lucky. 

Just as you lined up the gauze and began to carefully wrap the bandage around his arm, Sam moved somewhat and it forced you to stop, shooting him a look of both concern and confusion. He closed his eyes for a moment, during which you furrowed your brows, and when he opened them he said: “I’d do it again, you know?”

“What? Get shot?”

“For you, yeah. I’d do it again.” 

You swallowed and simply continued to bandage him up. God knows how you were supposed to react. You didn’t know what he meant behind his words-- or at least you didn’t want to get any hopes up-- but you would be lying if you couldn’t hear your heart in your ears right now. 

So, you laughed.

It was breathy-- through the nose-- and your brows raised at the same time but you didn’t dare to look up at him. “How much blood did you lose, Sam?”

“Don’t--” he sighed, cutting himself off in favour of rolling his eyes. “Look at me, (Name).” You refused to. Adamantly so. “Please.” There was a pause. Then, you decided that you’d bite the bullet and let your gaze drag from the ever-so-interesting task of bandaging to his face. For a moment, it seemed like he’d lost all ability to speak, mouth open like he was meant to be saying something. Instead, he blinked and rolled his lips inward; it seemed like he was trying to bite a bullet of his own. “I’m… tired of acting like I hate you just to-- to push back--” it appeared that Sam wasn’t as good with words as he always made out but you couldn’t blame him; he was on the verge of saying things you had only thought of-- a guilty daydream that happened on long car rides or a look thrown at him that had shown only a fraction of what you had been thinking about. “To push back whatever the fuck goes on in my mind when I look at you. It’s… ridiculous.”

At that, you laughed quietly, breaking away from his gaze to look down at your hands. When your eyes met his again, he seemed confused. Sam raised a brow, to which you gave a smile. “I didn’t know you were such a wordsmith, Sir Samuel.”

He groaned but that grin of his was unmistakable. “I can’t fuckin’ believe you.” Usually, such a phrase would be said with a bit of growl behind it-- some spite-- but this time it was almost adoring. That in itself made you smile up at him, creating a pause in which you seemed to just be studying his face. You took that moment to grab his chin between your thumb and forefinger, drawing him closer to you until you could--

“Hey, Sam? Do you have a spare lighter? I must’a--” The door opened, revealing Sully who had been hopelessly patting himself down until he laid eyes upon the scene before him. The pair of you scrambled apart, both still too used to acting like you despised each other to be seen within a metre of the other, but Sully had already seen. He had already had time to process. So, there came the expected “Oh ho ho ho!”, to which both you and Sam sighed and let your heads loll backwards. “You wait till I tell Nate about this! He owes me twenty bucks.” 

With that, Sully left the room, a terrible grin on his face, already pulling his phone out of his back pocket. Silence fell over the two of you until Sam finally let his gaze drag back to you and you met him with the same amount of fatigue in your eyes. It was then that you both began to laugh.

“We’re never gonna hear the end of it, are we?”

He pshhh-ed. “No. Of course not.”

#mm a comeback to writing #i aim to write FOR people again to bring me some joy in this lockdown #uncharted #uncharted 4 #well... after it #sam drake #samuel drake #sam drake x reader #samuel drake x reader #writing

[scars-of-the-hart]

Tempest on the Shore: Shakarian angst on the Citadel

Her legs had finally stopped trembling. Shit. Shepard tried to hold onto the last tendrils of the woozy, tingling, mind-wiping high.  But it was like trying to hold water in cupped hands, it slipped away through the cracks no matter how tightly she tried to hold it, leaving emptiness behind. And the emptiness was loud. She let out a frustrated sigh and rolled over shifting to the edge of the bed, remembering exactly where she had dropped her pants and tank top. She hadn’t bothered with underwear for this in ages. 

“Um...excuse me?” Demanded the salarian in the bed pressing himself up onto his elbows.

Shepard gave him a puzzled frown.

The salarian (he had a name but she’d intentionally failed to commit it to memory) imperiously raised a scaled brow at her. “What the hell was that?”

“What?”

“That noise you made.”

“What noise?”

“You sighed.”

“Oh...um did I?”

The salarian scowled at her. “Yes, you did. Look honey, I don’t know what your problem is but two hours with me will not result in the most quad-rung overstimulated krogan feeling dissatisfied so you better get that little viscous crack looked at.” He narrowed his eyes at her, and cast a disgusted look between her legs. “Because it is the problem. Not. Me.”

Shepard just stared at him. She was tempted to pay him double because she was close to laughing, which was more of a service than anything he’d done in this bed. But the spark went out as quickly as it had come. 

She shook her head as she tucked a hand between her legs. Not too wet. Manageable for the walk back to the Normandy. That was the handy thing about salarians. The females created enough moisture of their own that the blokes were pretty dry in the bed. As she pulled her pants on she gave the salarain a hard look. “I appreciate that you take so much pride in your work, but you're worrying your giant head over nothing. You were great. Thanks.” He still looked pissed as hell. She vaguely tried to care, but just couldn’t.  “Keep to working with people's bodies, you’ve got no natural ability with their heads.”  She pulled her tank on, bound her tangled mane of red hair in a messy bun on top of her head, crossed to the door and waved her omnitool across the payment console. It registered her transfer of credits and the door clicked as it unlocked and hissed open. She gave the salarian a mocking salute as she left.

“See you in two weeks, freak.” He called after her, his voice full of venom.

She tried to ignore it. She wouldn't be back, she lied to herself as she made her way along the wards. The streets were wet from the rain that had been falling before she started her session with the salarian. The layer of moisture almost made this part of the Citadel beautiful. There was something about the extended blur of the neon lights that made them romantic, instead of just... seedy.  

 A human who passed her made the mistake of eyeing the motion of her breasts under her tank and she gave him a look that told him exactly what kind of retribution that attention merited. He turned instantly pale and hastily turned down a different street. She should care-about the way he had looked, or his reaction or...or anything.  She pushed away that thought as she tried to push away every other, shifting her focus to the way walking made her recently stimulated vagina feel. She shifted her stride, trying to stir any lingering feelings of pleasure, to tease out a last rush of dopamine, but it wasn’t working. Between the bitchy salarian, and the oggloing tool...or maybe it was just her. Just the empty, broken, piece of shit she was.   She glanced at the time on her omnitool. She had half an hour before the end of their shore leave. Fuck. She could be fast but that wasn’t going to give her enough time for a session with anything if she wanted to avoid judgmental looks from Miranda and the Cerberus goons for coming back late when she was the one who had threatened to depart without any stragglers. 

You know what, fuck it. I didn’t ask to come back from the dead. 

She pulled up the booking page that had become the top listing for her “frequently used” extranet sites, and started typing in her preferences. Doesn’t matter if I pay for a full session and only use a few minutes. What am I gonna do with credits when the Reapers get here? Try to pay them off?  She filled out the request sheet as she walked: either gender, cunnelingus.  There literally wasn’t time to fuck around with penetration. Species. The form asked. Shepard grunted impatiently, didn’t really matter, she just needed something waiting for her when she got to the back rooms of Chora’s Den.  She selected turian by accident, and then physically collided with one. 

Shepard rubbed her forehead where it had collided with the offending turian’s armor as pain lanced through her head. Ok, any lingering effects of the salarian generated dopamine were definitely gone now. She glowered up at the mandabled idiot she had run into, preparing a curt, ufelt apology, and fell silent as she caught sight of the glow of a blue visor. 

SHIT

“Commander…” Garrus’ browplates furrowed as he stared at her in surprise. Shepherd’s mind went completely blank as she just stared at him. His crystalline eyes widened in concern and more than a little shock. A steadying hand went to her arm and his rough tipped fingers round her brow, testing gently.  “Are you...I’m sorry I should have-”

Shepherd’s gut clenched and she quickly brushed away his hands. “Been watching where the fuck you were going. Yeah. Work on that.” His head cocked ever so slightly at her harsh tone, his eyes narrowing a fraction.  

“I’m sorry, Shepard.” His mandibles flared in irritation. “I was endeavoring to make it back to the Normandy as you-”

“-yeah, well if you're that careless while carrying out an order you're not gonna last two minutes against the Collectors.” She snapped.  His eyes narrowed further, every calculating thought clear in those eyes. Fucker. Shepard though. Her stomach clenched. She didn’t have time for this. She didn’t have the energy or the...anything, for this. “ I’ll have to put what’s left of your cold ass carapace in a box.”

And then she saw his chin set: slightly raised, head tilted ever so slightly to the right. His pissed off defensive posture. She was too tired and empty and furious and stressed and scared and- 

Shepard turned on her heel and started stomping towards the nearest tram station that would lead her to the Citadel docks.

“Yeah,” Garrus called after her, “if you can still afford a box and you haven’t spent every last Cerberus credit at Chora’s.”

Ice shot down her spine. She stopped, turned slowly and stared at the turian.  “Excuse me, Vakarian?”

His chin was still set. “I’m sorry, is there something inaccurate in my assessment?” He drawled.

She hadn’t ever been followed...not that she cared if she had, you just didn’t survive the shit she did and remain capable of not checking for tails and hostels and whatever.  She didn’t care. She shouldn’t care. Why would she care if he knew? Especially if it was Garrus. Garrus who had gotten his whole crew killed. Garrus who’s medical chart after taking a rocket to the face had shown just what crap the turian had been pouring into his body (well...Moria wasn’t going to point fingers there..unless certain taloned fingers were already pointing at her), but that wasn’t the point why should she care? Except he shouldn’t know.

She gritted her teeth. “I would say there is as I have no idea what you are talking about.”

His eyes were cold as they narrowed. He casually lifted the hand that had, only minutes ago, brushed tenderly against her forehead, and sniffed it. His nostrils flared. “Salarian. Human sweat, yours, by the way, we’ve spared enough for me to recognize it. “

“Oh, fuck you, Vakarian.” She spat. “I probably smell like you, dipshit, after running into you. Who the fuck do you think you are throwing accuzations at your commanding officer?”

“You do smell like me.” Garrus snarled, “but it's different, and there's also a little krogan, asari and batarian-” she opened her mouth to snarl at him but he spoke over her “-not that those are from today, or you, not quite in the same way as the salarian. My guess is those scents are left over from whoever else was in the room before you.”

Rage washed through ther. “If you want to get back on my ship you’ll shut that pincushion of a mouth right now.”

Garrus’ nostrils flared, and she didn't think it had anything to do with him smelling her this time. “You asked me to come aboard!”

“Yeah,” Shepard snarled, “and I remember someone saying that he couldn’t exactly doubt my judgement.”

“That was before you were fucking everything and anything on the wards.”

It was like the world bottomed out around her. Nothing existed but his eyes and those words. She saw fear flash through them for a second, before being replaced by that same rage as before. 

“And what the hell makes you think what I fuck is any of your goddamn business?”

There was some hurt in the rage. “Because I’m your friend Shepard.”

“Yeah. Friend. And crew. Neither of which has anything to do with the personal choices I make.”

“Look,” he said, “taking on the Collectors, everything with the Council, coming back from the dead I get that its a lot to deal with-”

Heat rushed through her cheeks. “And I'm dealing with it so back the hell off.” 

“You’re being reckless there’s-”

Why was this happening? Why was she having this conversation? Why did it matter- she shoved the thoughts a way and glared at him. “Don’t talk to me about “being reckless” Archangel.”

It was a direct hit. Garrus blinked, a different type of pain in his expression. Shepherd’s gut twisted. It was a low blow. A fucking dirty low blow. 

He looked away from her, staring out at the skycars soaring past the walkway, then gave her a long look out of the corner of his eye.  “You are reckless in the field. You are tense on the ship. Its behavior I recognize. I was there recently, as you have so kindly reminded me.”

She wanted to say something. But she didn’t. She just held his gaze.

He slowly closed the difference between them, staring down at her. She refused to give ground: she didn’t move her chin an inch, and continued to glare up at him. He tilted his head so that he could meet her gaze and said slowly. “I don’t care who you fuck.” They were inches apart. “I care why you make bad calls when you know there are better ones.” She couldn’t breathe. His long slow breaths tickled her nose. “You asked for my help.” The challenge in his eyes made her blood sing. “So I’m going to call you on your bullshit, Shepard.” 

He’d been the one to support her after Eden Prime. Someone who had seen through Saren’s lies on his own. The one she wanted on her side on every mission. The only one who hadn’t questioned her using Cerberus…An feelings the salarian had left in her body were gone, the vague numb bliss replaced with the electric currents those eyes sent racing through her. She was rooted to the spot and ready to rush him all at once. She wanted her hands on him, to tear, to push against that immovable impossible weight and solidness of him. That was what she wanted. She wanted something real, something strong, something constant, something she could unleash herself against without fear. Her lips parted as a breath escaped them, crashing against his like a wave. 

But something broke the spell between them and Garrus pulled back. “No one on that ship is in their right mind.” He said quietly. “I have a feeling we’re all going to have to grapple with spirits that haunt us if we want a shot at taking the fight to the Collectors and coming back in one piece.”  He gave her a last long slow look. “But I think you need to figure out what the hell you're actually fighting for.” And with that he turned away, walking towards the docs without so much of a backwards glance. His crest cast a long shadow on the ground in the slowly dimming lights of the Citadel promenade, and Shepard felt herself fall into darkness as it slipped away.

#shakarian #garrus #Femshep #angst #romance #interspecies sex

[dameronology]

the one where he doesn’t listen (poe x reader)

summary: poe dameron + ‘i think we should take a break’ ‘you’re right - we’ll get some food, cool down and then we can talk about this’ no, i mean a break from us’

warnings: language 

i PROMISE i am working on some fluff, i know literally everything i’m writing at the moment is angst but like 80% of my requests are for angst...and i just hope u guys are okay lol love u 

enjoy,

- jazz

‘Would you just listen to me?!’

You ignored the calls of your boyfriend, violently kicking open the door to the air hangar. You stormed inside, a scowl on your face - you didn’t notice Jessika and Snap jump back at the sight of you. You breezed through the base, boots thumping into the concrete floors, steps like thunder. You couldn’t even look at Poe - you might throttle him otherwise.

You usually embraced his rebelliousness. His courage was one of the many things you loved about him - but this was your mission. You were the commander. It was a different story when he was ignoring your orders. The whole operation had been blown up because he couldn’t listen for once in his life. 

‘Baby, please-’

You stopped in your tracks, and Poe crashed into your back with a grunt. You turned to face him, and for a split second, he held out his arms. The action, however, was quickly retracted when you jabbed your finger into his chest. He silently thanked whichever god was up there that looks couldn’t kill - if they could, yours would have been a weapon of mass destruction.

‘The one time I need you to listen!’ You snapped. ‘The one fucking time, Poe!’

‘I said I was sorry-’

‘- sorry doesn’t get me my mission back!’ You continued, cutting him off. ‘Sorry doesn’t change the fact you ignored me. Sorry doesn’t change the fact you went against my direct orders!’

There was a little bit more to it than his disobedience. You weren’t a superior behind a comms link, barking orders at him. You were his partner - the one person you’d hoped would be the exception to his insubordination. That was what was causing most of the fuel behind your rage. 

Poe bit his lip, nodding. ‘I’ll make it up to you.’

‘How?’ You snorted. ‘You find a time machine and go back and unfuck this up for me?’

He grimaced, hopelessly scrambling to find something - anything - to say that could possibly calm you down. ‘I’ll explain it to Leia. I’ll take the fall.’

‘That was gonna be the case anyways.’ You murmured. 

Poe reached out to grab your hand, but you swatted it away. 

‘Don’t.’ You shook your head. ‘Look, I’m gonna go to my quarters and get the mission report done. I need time to think - and maybe a wall to punch.’

‘Wait,’ His mouth dropped open, and that was when the magnitude of his actions finally seemed to click. ‘This isn’t gonna change anything is it, for us?’

You knew the us that Poe was referring to - and he didn’t mean your professional relationship. He meant the us, us. The us that had sneaky kisses and escapades in broom closets. The us that laid together at night in each other’s arms, discussing everything from from work that day to theories about the deepest, darkest galaxies. The us that might have been the only stable thing in Poe Dameron’s unpredictable life. 

‘I don’t know.’ You sighed. ‘I just need time to think.’

You paused, the volume of the situation beginning to cause the descend down a slippery slope of misery and rage. 

How could he do this to you? You knew that the flyboy was capable of some exceptionally dumb things, but this one took the crown. This was the grand finale that completed The Chronicles of Poe Dameron’s Dumbassery (patent pending). 

Poe grabbed your arm, glancing around at your co-workers. Most of them had left the room when you entered - news of the mission had quickly spread about the base and people did not want to get in your way. Even Threepio had made a point to not go near you. Still, the pilot dragged you from the walkway and towards an empty space behind his X-Wing. The ship was splattered with dents and chips from the TIE fighters that had chased you out of the planet you’d been on. Perhaps that would be the epilogue in the aforementioned book.

‘Baby,’ his voice almost broke, desperate as he grabbed your face in his hands. ‘I would give anything to go back and undo what I did, literally anything, but I can’t-’

‘- I know you can’t.’ You moved his hands, momentarily intertwining your fingers. ‘It can just be so exhausting, Poe. I love you so much but you don’t think about the people around you.

You moved away from him, propping yourself up against the ladder of his jet. Your feet swayed back and forth for a moment as you thought. You were hurting- teetering on the edge of pure insanity, ping-ponging between your intense love for the man in front of you and your frustration at the situation.

‘I think we should take a break.’

You knew that you didn’t mean it. The second the words left your mouth, you wanted to swat them out the air, throw them to the ground like dead flies. Some childish part of you just wanted to scare him, to make him feel what you’d felt. 

‘You’re right,’ Poe nodded. ‘We’ll get some food, cool down and then we can talk about this-’

‘- no, Poe.’ Your voice cracked slightly. ‘I mean a break from us.’

‘You’re breaking up with me?’

‘No, not a break up. Just a break.’ You stood up.

You saw the hurt on his face; the anguish, the torment. More than ever, you wanted to wrap your arms around him; to hug him, to run your hands through his stupidly soft hair and hold him and promise to hurt whoever it was that was causing his distress. But it was you. Was love always this much agony?

‘I gotta clear my head.’ You whispered, slipping by him as you walked away.

--

A few hours later, you were even more angry that you had been when this whole thing started. You were no longer just enraged at Poe - you were now pissed off with yourself. Why had you said that? Why had you let the heat of the situation push you over the edge and say such stupid things?

Three hours without Poe by your side felt like a lifetime - a long, sad, empty lifetime. You’d been sat on your bed, handing resting on the empty space where he should have been. You were still furious at him but that didn’t mean you wanted to be without him.

You let out a sigh, watching as BB-8 circled the floor in front of you. He’d followed you back from the hangar, beeping something about relaxation methods. But aside from that, he’d been pretty silent. You felt like he was a kid who’d seen his parents have a fight. 

‘Where is Poe?’ You asked quietly, moving down to kneel in front of the droid, fixing his antenna. ‘In Finn’s room? I know right, where else?’

Grabbing the nearest jacket from your desk, you tugged it over your shoulders. As the heavy leather fell over your torso, you realised it with Poe’s - he’d lent it to you on your third date. It occasionally lead to a few awkward situations where you, Finn and Poe all turned up wearing matching jackets, given that the pilot had also gifted one to his friend. 

You made your way to Finn’s quarters, BB-8 rolling behind you. He’d perked up a bit at the prospect of his parents you and Poe working it out. Nobody liked to see you guys fight. You knocked on the door twice - usually, you were close enough with Finn to walk in unannounced, but with the given circumstances, you didn’t want to just swan inside.

A few seconds later, the door opened, and he greeted you with a smile. ‘Y/N!’

‘Hey, Finn.’ You greeted him. BB-8 nudged past his leg, rolling inside without waiting for an invitation. 

‘Poe’s inside.’ He said, stepping aside. ‘I’ll give you guys some space, but please don’t do anything in my bed.’

You rolled your eyes. ‘Finn.’

‘Just saying!’ He ruffled your hair as you walked by.

Poe was sat on Finn’s bed, a holopad in one hand and a cup of caff in the other. He’d clearly heard the exchange at the door and was trying to play it cool - something at which he was failing miserably. 

‘Hey,’ you greeted him quietly. You gently took a seat on the bed next to him, pulling the holopad from his hands. ‘Wanna talk?’

‘Is there much to say?’ His voice was cold, and you almost did a double take.

‘Poe,’ you sighed. ‘I don’t want to break up, or go on a break, or whatever it was that I said.’

His brown eyes lit up slightly, and he finally turned to look at you. The last three hours had been equally painful for him - he thought he’d lost you. There was a lot of things that terrified him but there was nothing that scared him more than the idea of life without you by his side. He would have rather gone up against Kylo Ren with a pencil for a weapon than let go of you.

‘I got caught up in the heat of the moment,’ you continued. ‘You hurt me, and I think I was reaching for something that might make you feel the same.’

‘Well, you made me feeling something that was deep, dark and pretty terrible.’ Poe tried to joke, but he couldn’t hide the wavering in his voice. He reached to take your hands in his, and your heart broke when you realised they were shaking. ‘But that’s not a lot compared to what it feels like to lose a mission - especially because of me.’

‘I don’t care that we lost the mission. That happens all the time - it just hurts that you didn’t listen to me.’ You explained. ‘I guess I felt like you didn’t respect me.’

‘I do!’ Poe’s eyes widened. ‘I would...I would do anything for you. You know that, right? You tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it-’

‘- I just want you to listen to me.’ You cut him off. ‘That’s it.’

‘I can do that.’ A smile finally fell onto his lips. He pressed a kiss to your lips, and you felt yourself finally relax. You were going to be okay.

‘I’m still fucking furious at you, though.’ Your words didn’t quite match your actions; with one hand tangled in his hair and one resting on his face, you seemed to be more sweet than intimidating. ‘But I love you, and whatever this is, we’re gonna work through it.’

‘I love you too.’ He pulled you in for another kiss. ‘And I will never, ever do anything stupid again.’

‘I give it five minutes tops.’

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfic #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #star wars fanfic #star wars preferences

[mshermia]

Occupational Hazard - Webpril 04: Stuck Under A Building

summary: Peter helps out Doctor Strange. As they chase down Karl Mordo, Peter gets lost in one of the portal.

Or: Tony is furious with Strange for losing his kid and furious with his kid for getting lost.

read on AO3

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Magic sucked. 

Peter was 100% clear on that now. No matter how cool it had seemed before, he'd been wrong. Now, he knew better. Magic sucked, especially when the other side could do magic too.

"Shit," he panted, dodging an explosion on his side, bricks catapulted in his very direction before he spun around, shooting a couple of webs up to the ceiling. "Doctor Wizard? A little help?" he called out a bit louder.

Orange sparks opened up a portal in the very direction he was swinging, transporting him right to a spot behind the evil wizard dude. With as much momentum as Peter could generate, he shot towards the guy, feet first, and hit him squarely between the shoulders.

With a grunt, Voldemort crashed to the ground.

Not that that was his name, but Peter had no idea what the dude was called. His nose looked too normal for it to actually be Voldemort, plus Voldemort was a fictional character, but then, until not too recently, Peter had thought that magic wasn't real either and now look at him. He was practically jumping from one continent to the next as their chase of the evil wizard dude took them through portal after portal.

"On your right," Strange called out.

Just in time, Peter did a backflip, effectively avoiding a magical rope that had been heading for him. His feet had barely touched the ground when he fired another series of webs to catch the evil bastard. Just like before, he aimed for the portal that Strange had opened up for him to jump through, but unlike last time, he didn't end up jumping the main dude. What had looked like the dude suddenly shifted, Peter's senses screaming at him.

In a last-minute effort, Peter balled himself up, shooting a string of webs to his left trying to pull himself away from the blast.

 #

 Tony's feet landed on the sidewalk with a heavy clunk, splitting the stone plate underneath him in two, but he didn't give a fuck. He didn't give a fuck about the people who had pulled out their cell phones and filmed his landing either. With fast long strides, Tony pushed himself to hurry up the stairs of 177A Bleeker Street.

"Subtle as always," Strange mumbled under his breath as Tony pushed the doors open to his study.

"If you know what's good for you, you better not try to fuck with me right now, Strange," Tony growled. "Where the fuck is my Spider-kid?"

Strange was staring at a glowing ball of orange energy, hovering in the middle of the room. It was turning quickly, his eyes darting back and forth across the surface. "I told you. That's what I'm trying to figure out."

Tony's hands were pressed flat against his thighs to keep them from shaking. "I tweaked every system to find the suit but it's dead. None of the trackers, nothing works. I didn't even get a beacon."

"Yeah, I thought as much," Strange mumbled. "The spell acts like an electromagnetic pulse, resulting in a complete failure of any electronic appliances in its immediate vicinity."

"I know what an EPM is, jackass," Tony hissed. "What I want to know is where Peter is!"

"Well, if you'd let me work—"

"Just give me an estimate where I should be looking," Tony interjected.

Strange shook his head. "I can't. He can be anywhere."

Tony's stomach turned. He had to hold onto the table in front of him, feeling a little faint. "A-anywhere? How do you not know where he is?!"

"I can't control Mordo, Stark. That was the whole point of the mission."

With three long steps, Tony was next Strange. His hands tangled in his wizard tunic, Tony pushed him to the side, away from the spinning ball, shaking him. "And you think you could pull my kid in there?"

Before Tony knew what was happening, he was halfway across the room. Strange's rug was wrapped around his middle, pinning him against the wall.

"If you want me to find him, you'll have to let me work."

His tone was calm, lecturing. It made Tony's blood boil.

"Just..." Strange blew out a sigh. "Whatever you can think of to pin down Peter's location or... I guess any tech he has on him. Anything to narrow it down on your end. Do that."

As the rug let go of him, Tony's anger was quickly fading, replaced by dread. "What... what happened out there?"

"Mordo tricked him. He pulled open a portal that Peter must have thought was mine." Strange shook his head. "Peter was too fast. I couldn't stop him in time before the portal closed and the spell Mordo threw after him, it would have decimated anything in close proximity."

A cold chill went down Tony's back, threatening to bring him to his knees. "He's still... he's still here, right," Tony breathed.

Strange pursed his lips. "I think so but we need to find him, Tony," he pressed out. "We need to find him fast."

His mind was racing, hands shaking, as Tony sat on the thick carpet of the Sanctum floor. He had detached the control unit from his prosthetic arm and placed it in front of him on the ground. With the trackers of the suit silent, there was only one thing that might lead them to the kid. The signature vibration of the nanites Peter's suit was made of.

In 2024, Tony was not the only one who worked with nanobots, not anymore, but it was the only way he might be able to limit the scope of the search. Reading out their radiation, then eliminating everything that couldn't be Peter.

"872 locations detected, boss."

"Alright," Tony mumbled. "Let's start with the obvious ones."

He was quick to cross off every one of his own and SI's locations and research facilities. Then followed competing tech companies, car manufacturers, larger government facilities for technology and space, universities, and military facilities.

"Alright, girl, let's..." Tony he heart stuttered in his chest. There were still so many locations left. There was no way to eliminate enough of them. No way to know which one of them was Peter. There had to be something he could do to distinguish the amount of— Tony froze. He was such an idiot. "FRIDAY, calculate the exact signal strength that the amount of nanites stored in Peter's housing units would emanate. Reckon in buffered transmission."

His heart was racing as he watched the numbers roll on the projection until FRIDAY's process reached 100%, rendering every highlighted location on the map red, with four exception.

"Strange!"

He was by Tony's side before Tony had even made it back to his feet. "Brazil, Mexico, China, and—" Strange hesitated, gritting his teeth. "Fucking asshole," he mumbled. "Be ready, Stark. There'll be debris."

With a circular gesture of his hand, Strange opened a portal right in the middle of the room. Just in time, Tony had engaged the nanites on his arm as pieces of brick and concrete came crumbling through the portal onto the carpet.

"Shit," Tony cursed.

Quickly, he directed nanites to catch the falling bricks, then stabilize the pile that threatened to crumble even further into itself. His own hands were shaking, trying to hold up piece of wall.

"Pete," Tony yelled. "Peter!"

Strange's hands were gesturing wildly, swiping away the remnants of the fallen building, replacing them with orange glowing barriers on both sides and above him. Finally, among all the grey powder of crushed cement and stone, Tony saw something flash that resembled the blue and red of Peter's suit.

"He's right there!" Tony wanted to scream it but his voice broke. 

Peter didn't move at all. He was hardly distinguishable from his surroundings. His face was covered in a thick coat of grey, dark lines running from his eyes along his face down to his neck, smudge trails of tears or... Tony pressed his lips shut, to keep the sob to himself. Tears of blood.

With practiced precision, Strange opened another portal. It moved with his hands, covering Peter entirely till he was simply gone.

The breath in Tony's throat threatened to choke him. "What... Where—"

Just as quickly, Strange had moved back into the room, debris, and bricks collapsing behind him. The portal hadn't even closed, allowing dust and pieces of the building to crumble further onto the carpet when Strange opened a second portal.

"The Compound," he said calmly. "Go on."

 #

 There was something warm on his face. Warm light. It didn't quite feel like home, but it felt like comfort. His mind felt a bit fuzzy but that was okay. Things around him were soft and cushy. Safe.

"Come on, sleepyhead. Come on back to me."

A chill went down his back, tingling along his arms into the very tip of his fingers. He knew that voice. That voice was home.

"Petey-pie, I waited long enough. I can see your face twitching."

He did? Peter tried to think, tried to remember what was going on, but then cringed at the throbbing pain in his skull. It was like someone had spent a night tap-dancing on his forehead. Slowly, he blinked his eyes open, a little at first, then a bit more. The very first thing he saw was Tony, sitting in a chair just next to his bed.

"Impeccable timing as always, kid." He leaned closer, his warm hand squeezing Peter's lower arm. "Pepper just made May get something to eat. She will be pissed."

Peter frowned. A blinding pain pierced his head at the motion. His hand shot up, pressing against his head, hoping that might stop the throbbing pain.

"You... you told May?" That wasn't their deal. The deal was not to worry May unless absolutely necessary.

"As opposed to what, hide you for a week?" Tony took a hold of his wrist and dragged it away from his forehead. Instead, he placed his own fingers on Peter's temple and rubbed soft circles into his skin.

Peter groaned at the sensation of the pain dispersing before he remembered what Tony had just said.

"A week?" He tried to get some weight on his arms, to sit up but everything was a little numb and there was something on his chest weighing him down.

"Hey, take it easy..." Tony's hand moved to his shoulder, pushing him back into the bed. "Here, drink some of that."

He angled a straw at Peter's mouth, but as his lips closed around it, Peter flinched back, then prodded the spot with his tongue. There was a large split on his lower lip.

"Yeah, you got banged up pretty good out there. Careful now." Tony moved the water a little closer, mindful to angle the straw away from Peter's injury. "There you go..."

Tony's own lips were pressed flat, non of the signature sparkle in his eyes.

"I've been here a week?"

"No..." Tony's features softened just slightly, one hand moving Peter's hair out of his face so he could place a hand on his forehead. "You'll need some time to heal though."

Peter grunted at that.

"How's the pain?"

The question was friendly enough but he knew Tony. He had probably been sitting there, thinking of what to ask Peter for a long time. Likely all night and most of the day.

"How much pain meds did they already give me?"

One of Tony's eyebrows twitched. "I asked you first."

They had given him a lot then. Possibly more than Tony left was good for him. Maybe that's why he had slept so long.

"I'm good," Peter mumbled. "Maybe... a 5..."

Tony's mouth twitched before he pressed his lips together a little firmer.

"Or maybe... maybe a 4?" Peter added hastily.

Irritation non-withstanding, the lines on Tony's face went a little softer. "I didn't ask you what you think I want to hear, buddy."

"I'm good. I'm fine," Peter mumbled again.

To prove his point, he tried to shuffle up the bed a bit once again, tried to sit up, but something was wearing him down. This time, he had the presence of mind to check and found a curled-up Morgan Stark lying on top of his covers. Like a reflex, his hand shot towards her, the brown hair silky soft under his fingers.

"She assured May that she's going to make sure you're fine while she gets something to eat."

"How long... how long was I out for?"

"Well, it's almost 5 pm now, so that'd be about 15 hours."

Slowly, he took his eyes off Morgan and turned them on Tony instead. "What... what happened?"

The crease between Tony's eyebrows deepened. "How much do you remember?"

In thought, Peter bit his lip, then flinched as the cut right in the middle of it split open once again, filling with mouth with the taste of iron.

"Jeezes, kid... Can you please just—" Tony pressed his lips shut with a huff, his tone far from relaxed. "Here, take this."

He pressed a tissue into Peter's hand, eyes never straying from his face. Peter didn't bother to hide his discomfort this time, dabbing at his lip, trying to remember.

"Strange need help and..." Memories flash in front of his eyes. Portals. The evil wizard. Then everything went black. "Strange... he okay?"

Tony's eyes hardened pressing his hand and tissue back against his Peter's. "Alright, I want you to forget that you ever even heard that name."

"Come on..." he mumbled.

"I mean it. This... all this magical bullshit. This is not for you. Not your pay grade. Next time the wizard comes knocking, you punch him in the face."

"Tony... don't be like that." Peter's other hand was still in Morgan's hair, absentmindedly, coming through it, as he stared into space, wrecking his mind for what had gone wrong. "We were chasing this evil dude and we did the thing we did when... you know..." Peter swallowed hard. "With the Guardians. So I was jumping him, trying to pin the evil wizard guy and web him up and but then..." Peter stopped himself just in time before he bit down on his lip again. "Something happened... I don't..."

"Well, the evil dude can do portals too."

"Oh..." Peter blinked a few times, not sure what to make of it.

"So you jumped through one of his instead of Strange's, then he sent some kind of detonation spell after you, closed the portal, and left you there."

"Oh," Peter said again.

Tony crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, oh..."

"Where was I?"

"Harlem."

Peter gave his head a tiny shake. "Harlem?"

"Yeah. Harlem." Tony's fingers drummed against the bed frame. "Apparently, the asshole sent you to a basement of a block the city has started demolishing this week."

"Oh..." A sudden snort rolled off his tongue, much to Tony's clear annoyance. "Sorry, it's just... Mount Morris Park, right? The Historic District? I was there, last week at a protest with MJ. Should have made more signs maybe?"

The expression on Tony's face looked pained, obviously not appreciating the irony. "Well, I guess You-Know-Who knew about it too."

Peter's lips stretched into a smile, that made his lip sting. "It's fine, Tony. You can say his name."

With a shake of his head, Tony rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. "Either way, the spell he sent after you blasted out enough of the interior that it knocked you out, it seems, and buried you there. We're lucky we found you when we did." Tony rubbed a hand across his face. "Buried under a building. Again. Only you..."

"Come on, like you never had a building drop on you. It's more of an occupational hazard..." Peter cringed at the mix of horror and despair on his face. "I'm sorry, Tony..."

Those were the magic words and they worked, 87,5% of the time, this time included.

With a sigh, Tony bent forward and pressed a kiss into his hair. "You better save those 'sorry's for your aunt, buddy."

Peter groaned. "Maybe we could just pretend I died or something?"

Tony's eyes gleamed dangerously.

"Or..." Peter quickly added, cheeks heating up. He tried to think but with no luck.

"If you want to be all grown up and jump into trouble like that, you'll have to be grown up enough to stick it out at home, Pete." Tony ruffled his hair, eyes flickering up to the ceiling. "FRI, let May know he's up and talking."

Silently resigning to his fate, Peter handed over the blood soak tissue for Tony to bin, bracing himself for the agony of pampering, kisses, and scolding he would be in for for the foreseeable future. 

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Lady In Waiting, No More

Author’s Note:  First, thanks to you all for being so patient with me!!  I had a birthday, went on vacation, then came home and Corona Hell broke loose!  I hope all of you are being smart, safe and washing your hands! Second, Please, pretty please, share, comment, send an ask or a request!  I wanna hear from you! Third, and finally, I wrote “Lady in Waiting” and had several people ask if there would be a sequel.  Originally, no.  No there wasn’t... and yet... here is part two!  For Part One, click this link below!

Lady In Waiting - Part One

Summary:  Loki left you, handcuffed, desperate and alone.  When he gets home, you aren’t wait long.

Pairing:  Loki x Female Reader Warnings:  Y’all, this is just SMUT.  Restrained, cuffed, loving SMUT.  There’s little plot... I wish I could apologize for that... but I won’t!  ENJOY!

Loki, returning after an absence of one ungodly long half hour, found you on your side keening softly.  Your eyes were screwed shut, sweat glistening on your brow, and your hands made fists under the restraining cuffs you still wore.  To him, you looked sinfully sexy and wickedly wanton, in other words, perfect.    

Raw desire rolled over Loki with a fiery flash.  Instantly rigid, Loki's need almost leveled him.  Almost.  

That molasses voice, his voice, cut through your hedonistic haze dripping with disappointment.   "Oh, darling.  I thought I told you not to cum without me."

A blinding rush of anger pulsed through your veins at Loki's casual return.  And the audacity of his admonishing tone!  As if you could have obeyed his obviously bound to be broken rule.  Trails of tears streak your cheeks, knees squeezing onto his ruined pillow, panting, "Fuck you, Lokiiiiiii…. Ah!"  

Your bound figure convulsed, curling into another climax, uncontrollable and unending.  Cursing at the God who left you cuffed, stuffed and ordered to deny your body's basic responses felt almost as good as the prolonged pleasure coursing through you again.  And Loki?  

He stood stock still at the edge of the bed watching as your thighs shook, rattling the chain of your bonds, the smell of your release making his mouth water.  Overstimulated and sensitive all over, goosebumps rose at the slight touch of Loki's fingers drifting up your calf.  Raising your eyes to his, begging over the muted hum of his torturous toy, "Please, Loki… please!"

But his look is vacant.  Entranced.  Enchanted entirely by the slick, suggestive state you're in.  

Removing the sticky cushion, Loki rolled you onto your back, firm hands holding your legs open lewdly.  Without the pillow his vibrator slipped from deep within you.  Covered in your contraband cream, evidence of your betrayal, undeniable proof that you broke Loki's edict is everywhere.

"How many times?", his intense whisper trailed off as Loki spoke out loud, at you but not to you.

"Loki… you have to turn it off, babe.  I… I can't.  Not again.  Please honey?  Please?"  Whining openly, pleading, your desperate eyes search Loki's.  

He doesn't answer.  Something in his look is foreign, wild.  Feral.

Digging his nails into your tender thighs, marking you, Loki shook his dark head.  Spellbound, sighing, "Off?  Oh no.  I don't think so."

Pressing the buzzing, battery operated bauble into your drenched core makes you cry out from the overwhelming fullness it provides.  Loki's fingers, running around your firm clit in slow swiping circles, give undivided attention to that overlooked organ.  Thrusting inside of you, readjusting to Loki's impersonal invasion, the combined attention sets you stuttering as ecstatic tendrils tighten in your belly.

He isn't even looking at you, at least not your whole person.  No, Loki only has eyes for your overworked tunnel, quavering and quaking under his intense ministrations.  "Come on, then, darling.  One more time while I can watch you disobey me, in person."

Pushing hard against your most sensitive spot, roughly pressing your aching bud, Loki doesn't offer any mercy.  Hitting you like a freight train, your voice raw, ragged, calls out to your God.  "LOKI!  Oh, shit!"  

Then you are silent as a spectacular spasm of sensation locks your muscles together.  Loki doesn't relent during your orgasm.  He pulls his plaything from you, only to slide it home again and again, marveling at your yielding body.

It's when he removes it entirely that your floodgates open.  Overflowing, you aren't able to stop the rush of female fluidity that finds its way past your internal dam.  You've managed to soak the sheets and yourself.

Gulping for air like a landed fish, you rock side to side needing a rest, a break.  Relief from the pleasure Loki has forced on you all afternoon is what you crave.  But Loki isn't done yet.

The toy, removed fully now, is tossed aside along with Loki's clothes.  Looking down on your limp, loose figure, he strokes over his steely member, smiling.  "You didn't just cum without permission, dove.  Oh no.  You drenched my pillow… My sheets… My bed with your honeyed nectar."

Whimpering, you start to defend yourself, scooting away from your long, lean God.  Loki wraps a hand around your ankle, tugging you to the edge of his bed, "Shh… hush now.  You had all sorts of fun without me, but now it's my turn."

Widening wildly, your eyes fly open as realization dawns.  Lips parting to protest Loki's plan are blocked when he plunders your mouth with his fast, firm tongue.  And god damn it!  You kiss him back.

Part of you is righteously pissed off at how Loki has behaved.  Teasing you then leaving you.  Coming back for more instead of freeing you.  Oh, there's hell to pay, you think.

But the dank, deep, dirty part of you is loving your defilement.  The low, thrumming ache in your core from being compelled to climax over and over, feels right.   How sore your shoulders are from supporting your weight, or the skin of your wrists, broken and raised under the metal shackles Loki left you in, all of these are reminders, mementos, to carry with you.  Tell tale talismans against the slights and stings of everyday living where real pain resides.

Chuckling, Loki loves how you can't help yourself.  He knows how furious you must be, his little hellcat, seemingly abandoned and abused.  Sensing that war inside of you, that tug between fighting on and giving in, makes him work harder to earn your caving.

Your flannel shirt, so soft and comfy when you arrived hours ago, now feels rough and ragged on your skin.  Loki pushes it as far down your arms as possible, baring your breasts and your naked belly to his touch.  Wide hands fan across your ribs, tickling you in a rush, cupping your pliant globes firm enough to bruise.

Wiggling under his caress, needing more contact, you force your chest forward.  It's a shameless yet hopeful move to encourage Loki's specific attention.  When he moves his touch in the opposite direction you sob, "Baby… please…"

"Begging?  It's unbecoming and frankly beneath you."

A curse word dies on your lips as Loki locks onto one hard, straining nipple, sucking savagely.  When your hips jolt off the bed, he palms your ass cheeks, his free fingertips tangling with your bound ones momentarily.  But Loki doesn't stop tasting you, instead, switching sides he teases you some more.

Fevered lips trail between your breasts, over your stomach, stopping to bite into the swell of your hip.  "Shit!", you hiss at the sharp tang of pain, hoping you sound mad - you don't.  Your tone is tinged with a neediness that Loki could hear through deafness.

Honestly, it is one of his favorite sounds.  

"Didn't you believe me, darling?  I told you I'd be back to ravage this body.  Take what's mine."

It is that second, when Loki's fervid words stoke the fires of your flaming desire, that you give into him completely.  Singing out a sigh, your muscles soften, the tension in them ebbing away like ash on the breeze.  You spread your knees wider, giving yourself to your saucy, sweet, spectacular lover without question.

There is only so long a woman can be teased.  Tickled.  Trifled with… and pushing aside your heady emotional response, you give into the carnal pleasures Loki promised with his call hours ago.

Still alive with phantom spasms, as if the vibrator continued it's assaulting assignment, Loki gently strokes your spread center.  Two long fingers slip into you, the heel of his hand chafing your clitoris, Loki's skin creating a welcome friction inside and out.  Groaning at the sight of you before him, separating his fingers, Loki enjoys your overripe responses to his touch.

"Dove?"  Timbre shifting, dark and dangerous, his voice demands a reply.

"Hmm… yes, Loki?" 

One stray lock of ebony curls over his face.  It makes Loki look wild, untamed, animalistic.  "I will not be gentle."

Biting into your full bottom lip, barely concealing your wanting wail, you nod.  A yes to his aggression.  A yes to his terrible touch.  A yes to excruciating ecstasy.  

The bastard smiles as you, incandescent with the joy which comes from getting exactly what you want most.  And your betraying body smiles back, happy to please, eager to accept whatever Loki grants.  You don't have to wait long.

Entering you roughly, ruinously, Loki doesn't rest until he is sheathed securely inside of you.  "Too much!  Loki!  It's too much!"

Bending your knee allows him to sink deeper, trim pelvis flush with your feminine folds, "You can take it darling.  All of me and more."

Setting a punishing rhythm, stretching you with each surge, Loki owns you.  Further and faster, harder and higher, he forces your shivering self to submit over and over again.  Sounds leave your lips but they are meaningless.  Noises that articulate nothing.

Yet Loki understands what you can't quite communicate.  In your cooing calls and high pitched hoots there is a language.  He hears when your body tells him, right there… more… again!  The God of Mischief is happy to oblige.

A renewed intensity powers Loki, his need growing, green and greedy.  Those articulate hands bring your legs together while he continues his carnal attack, never losing the beat, never slowing down.  The satin skin on the back of your thighs is forced against Loki's tight abdominals.  Your knees almost reach his shoulders.  Almost.  

From this new position you can feel Loki drilling further and further, reaching places that had gone unexplored, dragging you onto his iron length as he chased pleasure's peak.  Loki's long fingers clawed into your meaty quads, bruising, brutal.  And above it all is your sex crazed God, head thrown back, neck tense, using you as only Loki ever could.  

On fire, somehow more turned on than you had ever been before, your pelvic floor floods for Loki.  The familiar spike of sexual fulfillment surges through you.  "Oh no, Loki!  I… I… I can't stop!"

"Cum.  Cum on my cock.  Do it!"  His words are so delightfully dirty and alone that would have been enough.  But Loki used his wide thumb against your swollen button, not swiping, but pushing the delicate nerve bundle until the over wound chord inside of you snapped.

Locking onto Loki's intrusion, muscles spasmodic, you shook as you shouted, "FUCK!!!  AH!"  As soon as your clenching core grabs onto him, Loki follows you into ecstasy, pumping you full to bursting.  Wetness washes over you both, cool on your hot flesh, dousing your fires entirely.

Still connected, Loki absorbs the aftershocks which roll over you intermittently, milking him dry.  Half lidded, your eyes take him in, exhaustion making your limbs heavy.  Untangling himself, lowering your limp legs to the mattress, Loki sighs down at you, "You've been so good for me.  I knew you could take it all."

You answer with a kitten caught the cream smile.  Proud of his praise, over satiated and beyond satisfied, you try to stretch.  Struggling, Loki offers, "Let me help… let me, dearest."  

The cuffs. The cold, fucking cuffs which you've worn for hours now, fall away.  Loki brings your marked wrists forward, kissing and licking along the violet lines that show your confinement.  You find that your skin here is tender, abraded, but Loki's attention is gentle, soothing.

Rolling onto your tummy, curling your now free arms under your chin, you murmur, "This isn't over, Loki."

"Oh no?  Seems pretty over, as you're about ten seconds from a deep, peaceful slumber, darling."

Yawning widely, one open eye pinning Loki in place, "I'll have my revenge, Loki Odinson.  I will have my revenge."

His deep laugh rumbles through the room.  He knows he pushed you, harder, farther, than ever before.  Loki's not so blind that he doesn't see how angry you are under the energy draining appeal of incredible sex.  But revenge?  How could you even imagine getting one over on him?  It's hilarious bravado and Loki has to laugh.

"Of course you will, my sweet thing.  My dear one.  Of course."  His tone is placating, appeasing a tired child, brushing off the sincerity of your declaration.

“You won’t see it coming, Loki…”  Drifting off, you let sleep claim you, a plan already forming.   Payback was going to be a bitch.  Just like you.

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Calum has me in some kind of mood y’all

She could hear Calum as she walked down the hall. He was on a conference call with the band and management, and there was a disagreement about the tour schedule. The guys were pissed at the lack of downtime especially in the European leg where their girlfriends would be joining them for two weeks. 

Kitten saw the scowl as she walked into the room and heard the annoyance in his voice. It had already been a long day, and the last thing she needed tonight was a grumpy Calum on her hands. She kissed his cheek and took her overnight bag back into his bedroom to change out of her work clothes. She flinched when he raised his voice in the other room, and she was half tempted to just go home rather than deal with him in one of his dark moods. 

It would just start a fight if she tried to leave, besides she had an idea that might improve both their moods.  She walked out of the bedroom wearing her panties and Calum's grey Drop Dead t-shirt with the million holes in it. 

"I agree with Michael," Calum's voice was tight with frustration. "Everyone knew the first night all the girls would be there was in Paris. Why we can't get a break right there is beyond me. At least one full day off, is that really that hard?" 

Calum raised an eyebrow as she walked back into the room. She stood next to where he was slouched on the sofa, his phone next to a pack of cigarettes on the table. She grabbed a half-smoked joint out of the ashtray before "accidentally" dropping his lighter on the floor. 

Calum was furious and waiting for a break in the conversation when Kitten slowly bent over at the waist revealing a white lace thong and nothing else under his t-shirt. She stood back up with a smug grin on her face knowing she'd caught his attention. Her hand was sliding down her thigh to grab the hem of the t-shirt when he caught it.

"Don't," his voice was deep and quiet as his thumb stroked the back of her hand. "You'll have to wait till I'm off the phone." 

Kitten shook her head and raised his hand to her breast. Her nipples were peeking out at him through the holes and looked away as his palm brushed the stiff pink bud. Kitten pouted as he tried to feign disinterest. That is until he felt something warm and wet against his fingertips. His brown eyes snapped back to her in time to see her tongue running along his middle finger before she began to suck on it, bobbing her head and smacking her lips. He let his other hand rest on the crotch of his jeans feeling himself getting hard under the heavy fabric. 

Calum was too busy watching her mouth to realize what she was up to until she stifled a moan against the palm of his hand. Kitten had lowered herself until she was straddling his thigh.  She released his hand and braced herself against him using one hand on his thigh and one wrapped around his tattooed arm. Grinding lace against denim she felt the friction travel to every nerve ending as Calum bounced his leg against her dripping core. She rocked her hips against his leg, feeling his muscles flex underneath her. Kitten had to fight to be quiet while Calum answered questions. She did notice he sounded a little less irritated. The feeling that there were other people around always got them incredibly worked up, and she could feel the bulge pressing against her as she worked towards her release. 

Calum shifted and before she knew it his hands were on her hips spurring her on faster and faster. He sat up so his lips were pressed next to her ear. 

"I needed this baby girl, you wanna come for me?" He whispered and she nodded desperately fighting to stay quiet. "You wanna cum on my thigh?" She shook her head. "No, you don't wanna cum?" Calum was confused. 

Kitten let off a soft breathy moan. "Wanna cum Sir. Wanna ride you until you cum inside me." 

Kitten rocked her hips slowly, "I already know how you like it, Sir." 

"I'll tell you what I like," Calum hissed. Pulling her hair back to whisper in her ear.  "Gonna fuck you while everyone's listening, but you gotta be quiet. If you're good later I'll use my fingers and tongue until you squirt three times but if they hear you I'll edge you all weekend and not let you cum. Do you understand?"  

Kitten nodded and Calum grinned, his cock twitching at the idea. "Stand up." 

Kitten stood up and shed the t-shirt and panties as Calum slid his jeans and boxers down. She moved to straddle him but to her surprise he leaned forward, his hand pushing between her thighs. He slid down so she was sitting on his face.  Calum had her on the tip of his tongue and between the way she tasted and the sounds she was making he could feel his dick leaking and straining against his belly.  He was relentless, his mouth and his fingers driving her to orgasm as she quivered against his face, her fingers desperately tangled in his dark curls.

 Kitten felt herself shatter against him. Her legs quaking and turning to jelly she thought she might collapse. Instead, she found herself wrapped in Calum's strong arms as he stood her up and quickly sat back on the couch.

"Fuck babe," he hissed as she wrapped her hand around his length guiding him to her waiting entrance. He leaned back, watching her.  She was wet and needy so she took his length easily gasping as he bottomed in one stroke.

 His fingers dug into her hip as he fucked up into her not allowing her to set the pace. Kitten whimpered and Calum cradled her head against his neck. 

"You gotta be quiet baby. I know it feels good for you when I fuck you like this. Shhhhhh I'm gonna make you cum for me." 

"Mmmmm hmmm," Kitten nodded, not trusting herself to speak. 

"You feel so good baby girl," Calum moved inside her, feeling his cock brushing against her g-spot making her walls quiver around him. A groan escaped, which Calum had to play off as a cough. 

"I gotta get some water," he told the others, his voice sounding constricted. "I'll be right back. What do you think of that Ashton." He heard Ashton launch off into a spiel like the long-winded bitch he was and Calum knew he had a few minutes. 

"Ride me Kitten, cum for me. You've earned it," Calum moaned in her ear as his thumb rubbed circles on her clit. She felt the delicious tension building up coiling in her muscles until it washed over her like a wave. Calum pressed her face into his shoulder. "Quiet, quiet, bite down if you have to," he murmured. Her teeth grazed his flesh, and nails dug into his biceps, the pain enhancing his pleasure. His orgasm wasn't far behind as her walls clenched on his cock. 

"Ride me, pretty girl, show me how much you want it. I'm thinking later tonight having your legs in the air and begging me to let you cum. Hearing you scream my name when your thighs are wrapped around my head. You like that idea baby?" 

Kitten squeezed down on him, rolling her hips against his, her teeth and lips marking his neck and collarbone. He buried his face in her breasts to muffle his moans as he reached his high, pulling her tightly against him as he shuddered with his release. 

When they caught their breath everyone was still arguing on the phone and Calum didn't have the patience for it anymore.  

He kissed her gently, laid her on the couch, and pulled out of her to get cleaned up. Catching his breath he decided enough was enough.

"Guys, nothing is getting resolved so let's sleep on it and try again tomorrow. You guys have a good night." He hit end call and grinned at Kitten. "I know I will."

@sexgodashton​ @kiiiimberlyriiiicker1995​ @maluminspace​ @irwinkitten​ @sublimehood​ @tea4sykes​ @5-secondsofcolor​ @ghostofmashton​

#5sos smut #calum hood #calum hood smut #calum hood blurb #calum hood imagine #5sos #wildflower #wildflower 5sos #calm 5sos

[moonknightly]

Now I’m Hungry For Blood Again : Poe Dameron x Reader

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader 

Word Count: 2.7k

Excerpt: “...you could find sweet religion in his eyes and build a church in the palm of his hand, but those eyes, that tongue — you would sin, and sin, and sin as he brought you to your knees. He was your confessional, his name your most desperate prayer, your moans an erotic hymn.”

Warnings: Blood, bad words you shouldn’t repeat in front of a 5 year old, sexual references but no smut. 

I totally 100% recommend listening to “Run” and “Blood Red” by The Maine oKAY

You love him.

Present tense.

You love the way your name drips from his tongue like honey, and the way his fingers tangle in your hair, and how they pull, sending pinpricks across your scalp and shivers down your spine. You love how he seems to know exactly what’s bothering you before you even have a chance to say it, and how his eyes scan your face as if he’s committing it to memory every single time he looks at you, as if he could never possibly get enough of you.

You love him, and his stupid messy curls, and the way his brown eyes sparkle in the sunlight, and the taste of his lips.

And those lips of his, they taste so fucking sweet, because you know he loves you just as much. There’s no doubt in your mind that he loves you with every ounce of his being, with every fractured piece of his soul, set on fire with a single touch.

He had managed to climb his way inside of you, settle between your bones and make a home inside of your chest, but you had managed to do the same. You could feel his devotion for you in the way his gentle hands gripped your hips between rough sheets, and in the way his eyelashes fluttered across the skin of your cheek as he breathed you in.

You love him.

And Poe Dameron loves you.

Even if he was no longer whispering your name in the dead of night and stealing the breath right from your lungs with a single touch of his lips to yours, he still loves you.

A love like that can’t just die.

Living things die. Plants, animals, people. Parts of people.

But not love. Not your love. It was infinite, and knew no bounds. It couldn’t just cease to exist, it didn’t make any sense. You refused to let it make sense.

It couldn’t have just disappeared, dissolving into the night sky like a cloud of gray smoke. Poe Dameron could disappear, but his love couldn’t.

Or maybe, it could. Maybe everyone was right. Maybe he really was gone. Maybe you were holding onto some sense of false hope and false promises of forever. Maybe you were stuck in the first stage of grief — denial.

You were okay, staying there. Remaining in the first stage. You didn’t want to be angry, or bargain, or fall into a depression you doubted you would be able to pull yourself out of, and you definitely didn’t want to accept the fact that his heart no longer belonged to you, and that it was over.

You didn’t know it was possible to grieve the loss of someone who was still alive, still breathing.

Maybe you weren’t grieving. Maybe you were just feeling.

Feelings. Emotions. You were so out of touch with them. The numbness, the nothingness, it was all you knew now. You couldn’t remember the last time you had actually let yourself feel something.

Actually, you could. It was that last night — your last night with him, now over a year ago, where you spent hours memorizing the feeling of his tongue sliding across sweat soaked skin and how his lips crafted a sinful poem between your thighs.

You had felt everything then. Every electric touch, every fluttering beat of your heart. Sex with Poe Dameron was nothing short of spiritual; you could find sweet religion in his eyes and build a church in the palm of his hand, but those eyes, that tongue — you would sin, and sin, and sin as he brought you to your knees. He was your confessional, his name your most desperate prayer, your moans an erotic hymn.

You missed feeling.

You missed him.

And Gods, you were determined to find him.

He was there, somewhere. Somewhere amongst the burning village, between the blood and the carnage lining desecrated streets. You could sense it. You’re with a person long enough, your bodies start to react like magnets.

You wanted to believe that maybe, he was looking for you too, that his soul still felt that pull to yours. Because it didn’t take you long at all to cross his path, nearly running into him as you both bolted around the corner in a deserted alley, and when your eyes met, for the first time in so long, he didn’t seem at all surprised.

You certainly were.

Surprised was probably an understatement.

Because seeing him, standing there with his hands clasped behind his back, in a black uniform that you hated to admit fit perfectly in all the right places, with the curls you so loved tamed, cut short and graying — it made it real. Made the fact that he left real, that he gave up sleeping next to you at night for a cause he had once sworn to destroy by your side.

Another thing you had been in denial over: you didn’t want to believe that the rumors, or rather, facts, were true. That he had joined the First Order, that he was now flying a TIE instead of his precious black X-Wing. That he had traded peace for power.

You could only stare at him, still trying so desperately to cling to that denial, but then he smiled at you. He smiled at you, but his eyes — you had never seen the warm brown so cold. So devoid of emotion. So lifeless.

Poe Dameron, your Poe Dameron, was anything but.

This wasn’t Poe.

The hope you had been holding onto immediately vanished, and you were finally slipping into that second stage of grief, because Maker, were you pissed. Pissed at yourself for refusing to believe what everyone else had told you, furious that you had been too blind to see it. Angry that his promises to you had meant nothing. Angry that he left the Resistance, left you for this.

The anger was quickly replaced by another response. You watched in something akin to horror as his smile turned to a smirk, and the feeling that creeped its way into your chest — it wasn’t relief. It wasn’t relief or happiness or contentment. It was nowhere near any positive emotion you could think of.

You didn’t even know what to call it.

All you knew is that you wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk clear off his face.

“Fancy seein’ you here, darling,” he said, and you cringed. His voice sounded exactly the same, his tone as soft as when he was still yours, contradicting everything else about him.

“You actually fucking did it,” you scoffed, surprising yourself by how steady yet full of venom your own voice was. You had nearly expected it to crack. Infact, you hadn’t planned on saying anything at all for that exact reason. It just slipped.

“I see you’ve still got that mouth on you.”

“You used to like my mouth.”

“Oh darling,” he chuckled, though the sound held no humor, his smirk turning even more wicked than before. “If I remember correctly, you used to love mine. Had you begging for it.”

He was right.

Used to.

Past tense.

“Still cocky as ever. Nice to know some things never change.”

“Everything changes,” he shrugged, slowly strolling closer to you, those brown eyes holding you to your spot.

“Not everything.”

Poe began to circle you, his gaze trailing over your body in a way that sent a shiver down your spine, but you worked so hard to ignore it, tried so hard to push it away. Tried to remind yourself that he wasn’t Poe anymore, he was just another member of the First Order. Your enemy.

Your hand twitched, knowing it should fly to your blaster, rip it from the holster. You knew you should spin around, and at least keep it pointed at him as you made your escape. You knew you would never be able to actually use it on him.

He had to have seen your fingers reach for it, or maybe he still knew you well enough to be just one step ahead, or maybe he was remembering his own training, because he was suddenly pulling the weapon from its spot on your hip and before you could even register his sudden movement, you felt the cold metal of the barrel press into your lower back.

“You’re not going to use that on me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You’re not going to kill me, Dameron.”

You felt the pressure let up, and even though it was only for a second, it gave you another ounce of courage to speak out against him, to let him know just how truly pissed off you were.

“You don’t have the balls.”

And he growled. He growled, and you huffed as your back collided with cool brick, the air catching in your lungs. You were so focused on trying to remember how to breathe properly, you almost didn’t notice when the tip of your blaster was suddenly jammed into the underside of your jaw.

Almost.

“Try me.”

His voice was threatening, eyes cold, calculated. He was watching your every movement, and for  a moment you thought that you might’ve been wrong. Maybe he was going to kill you. Maybe Poe Dameron would end your life with your own fucking blaster.

But there. There was just a flicker of something else in those cold and calculated eyes as he watched you gulp, visibly showing for the first time that you were scared. Something not entirely warm, but it was still something. A memory, an old, nearly forgotten feeling. And that was enough for you.

“You’re not a killer Poe.”

He laughed, the sound downright caustic, dripping with poison. “You have no idea just how fucking wrong that sentence is, sweetheart.”

He removed his hand from your hip that you hadn’t even realized was holding you to the wall, and once it moved into your line of vision, you noticed that he quite literally had blood on his hands, crimson running down his fingertips, still fresh, probably still warm.

Poe of course noticed you blatantly staring, almost entranced, and his eyes narrowed, gaze flickering between his fingers and your face. You didn’t notice.

“Open.”

That caught your attention.

“Excuse me?”

“Open your fucking mouth, Y/N.”

You gaped. He couldn’t be serious, could he?

“Fuck yo-”

He took the opportunity, and before you could finish your sentence, his blood soaked fingers were moving past your lips, sliding across your tongue and down your throat as far as he could get them. You gagged.

“Suck.”

You had half the mind to bite him.

“Come on, my fingers aren’t the first thing of mine you’ve had shoved down your throat.”

Yeah, you bit him.

He hissed as your teeth sank into his skin, but he didn’t move, didn’t yank his hand back like you had expected him to. Fuck, you had been anticipating a hard smack across the face. None of it came. If anything, a hint of arousal found its way into his eyes.

“You always knew just how to tighten my pants.”

Your eyes widened, and you hated the fact that his words traveled straight to your core, made you whimper around his fingers.

He smirked again, devilish and sinful and fuck, why didn’t you hate this?

“Now suck.”

Why did you fucking oblige him?

You slowly, just a little hesitantly, swirled your tongue around his fingers, the tangy metallic taste familiar, and you still didn’t hate it.

“That’s it,” he cooed, brown eyes nearly black, blown with lust and desire more so than you had ever seen. It drove you crazy.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth just a few seconds later, letting them drag along your tongue again, making you gag a second time.

And Poe laughed, raising his other hand, still covered in that sweet, heavy blood, to his own lips, his eyes fluttering shut as the taste hit his tongue.

Your stomach flipped, but you couldn’t look away.

Gods, he was crazy, but you were crazier for letting his actions shock your system and send electric jolts through your veins.

“Almost as sweet as your pussy.”

Maybe you weren’t that crazy.

You had enough of your sense left to punch him, swift and hard, your knuckles landing square on his jaw.

And he only laughed again.

Poe really had lost his mind.

“What the hell happened to you?” you nearly gasped, your voice barely above a whisper, the weakness you had expected before finally finding its way into your tone.

He only shrugged. He didn’t need to verbally answer, you knew. He had always liked control, and power, and he had finally given into the primal side of himself that always hid below the surface — a side of himself he only talked about at 5 in the morning, and only ever to you.

You bit the inside of your cheek, finally averting your gaze. He laughed a third time, and you suddenly felt a familiar weight in the palm of your hand.

You looked down, your fingers automatically curling around the blaster that you were now holding. You couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows. Every single action during this short exchange had you so utterly and entirely confused.

Looking up, you met his stare once again, lips pursed. You didn’t ask, not verbally, but your expression must have been enough of a question.

Poe tilted his head to the side, studying you carefully for just a moment, though his eyes weren’t any less intense, any less crazed.

“You wouldn’t be able to use that thing on me even if you really wanted to, sweetheart.”

“I’m not weak.”

He scoffed, and this time, he was the first to avert his gaze, staring down the alley, appearing almost lost in thought for just a single moment, that flicker in his eye returning, though it vanished as quickly as it came.

“No, you’re not. You never were. But you love me.”

Present tense.

He was right again.

You still didn’t hate him, couldn’t bring yourself too. Didn’t know if you ever could. And of course he knew that, but he wasn’t dangling it above your head, teasing you with it. No, he stated it as a fact, as if he had read it off a file from his datapad.

You weren’t weak, but you weren’t immune, either.

And he knew it. He knew it, and while he wasn’t exactly ignoring it, he wasn’t abusing it, either.

You didn’t understand.

And apparently Poe wasn’t going to explain, not that you expected him to. He was done talking, his hands moving behind his back once again as he started down the narrow alleyway once again. You were still frozen, and all you could do was watch him go, not knowing what else to do, but knowing that the blaster in your hand was useless. Why did he always have to be right?

But then he stopped, turned his face to the side just enough to look at you through his peripheral, and even from ten feet away, you could see that his jaw was clenched, and his eyebrows were furrowed.

“Next time,” he started, his voice quiet, though it dripped with acid, sending a chill down your spine and goosebumps across your skin. “I won’t hesitate.”

Still frozen, you wished that he had gone ahead and pulled the trigger.

Because even with a threat looming over your head, a threat that your instinct told you to not ignore, you just couldn’t bring yourself to believe him.

Still couldn’t bring yourself to hate him.

You still love him.

Present tense.

And he was gone once again, like a cloud of gray smoke.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #tros #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron imagine #star wars

[anika-ann]

Grease and Pearls - Pt.3

Dreams Meet Reality

Type: One-shot turned three-shot (because does anyone really want a 17k in one go?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (main), Tony/Reader, Tony/Pepper

Word count: 3400 or 5100 (yeah, you read it right, see A/N)

Summary: An uptown girl met a downtown guy with a heart of gold. Oh, and he was handsome too. It inevitably leads to their relationship developping… but is there any chance for them at all?

For @cxptain​​ ’s challenge. Prompt: Uptown Girl by Billy Joel

Warnings: swearing (a lot), attempt at angst, ghosting, communication par excellence

A/N: We had fluff and smut. What are we missing? That’s right. Heads up, people! There is an alternate ending to my original one, the one sentence where it breaks is in italics. I hope that makes sense ;) Pick whichever or read both :D Enjoy!

Story Masterlist

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It was bound to happen – you knew as much – but deep in your heart, you had hoped it wouldn’t. You had hoped it would last longer. You had hoped that perhaps a miracle would occur and in some mysterious way, you would be able to convince your parents that marrying you to Anthony was a terrible idea.

You should have known better than that.

The very day you had fell asleep in Steve’s arms after making love – and God, you could still feel him, his touches on your skin, his mouth, everywhere, even in the most intimate places, a pleasant, almost ceremonial ache lingering exactly there, a memory of fire in your belly and your heart – you got caught.

Your parents had been waiting at Potts’ house as you reached it around eleven in the evening, a smiling mess, a sight to behold, and any illusion about the future you had been painting in your mind shattered.

Pepper had tried to take part of the blame, but your parents always believed that you were the faulty daughter in your household and such ways stretched outside your house.

Your father was furious. Your mother was deeply disappointed and even faked a few tears – or perhaps she shed them for real, mourning her reputation, one the family would fight tooth and nail to retain.    

You had literally fallen on your knees and begged when they found a drawing from a street artist, a souvenir of one of your trips to downtown which you had only craved to explore-- and by some miracle indeed, you were allowed to keep it and not to have it torn to shreds right in front of your eyes. Pepper’s teary gaze told you she knew you were making up things up as you went and that the drawing, the one that captured beauty you weren’t sure you possessed, meant much more.

You couldn’t even hope to earn forgiveness, so you only asked for it half-heartedly.

What you did earn was a damn chaperon.

In your age! In this day and age!

Her name was Maria and she was truly efficient and strict to a fault. Nevertheless, she respected your privacy and whenever you were to meet Pepper, she would stand just outside the door and wait if you asked for a confidential conversation… which was always, you didn’t need some goddamned stranger spying on you. What the hell.

But truly, all things considered, you had lucked out; as your parents didn’t fault Pepper for your actions, you were still allowed to meet with her at least and to talk her in private.

However, the marriage plans were sped up.

And naturally, you couldn’t even hope to set your foot anywhere near downtown. You hadn’t seen Steve for two weeks, you hadn’t even found his number in the phone book to explain yourself and you missed him.

Your heart seemed to fail in its basic function; when you were lying in your bed at night, wide awake, it longed after ocean blue eyes with a drop of green, strong hands holding you close, and it wouldn’t stop pounding wildly in your chest. In the morning, your heart appeared to be beating so slowly you had to place your palm over the area to make sure it was still there, that it still had enough strength to keep you upright all day ahead.

And it ached 24 hours a day. For you, for Steve, who must have been clueless on why you never showed up to your set date or any time after. You were hurting and your parents watched you suffer along with your sister, frowning at you and scolding you to stop acting like a five-year old who had a toy taken away.

They could never understand. Was that a curse or a blessing?

Pepper was the only person you could trust, only person you could talk to about your true sorrows and her patience never seemed to wear thin despite her own turmoil – after all, if your marriage was to be sped up… her hopes were being crushed as well.

“Pepper… I don’t want to marry Tony. God, I can’t marry him,” you whispered, a cup of tea in your hands, your palms and fingers curled around the warm ceramics, hoping for it to take away some of the ever-present cold your body radiated these days.

Your friend smiled at you sadly, an honest and heart-breaking lift of the corners of her lips.

“I know, honey.”

You chuckled bitterly at the irony. Here you were, stealing her dreamed man, on she loved, while yearning after another, after the one you loved. You looked up at the ceiling, blinking away the tears gathering in your eyes – again and again, barely a day without their presence. They were always there, ready for the dam to broke so they could run down your cheeks.

When you spoke again, you could barely force the words out of your tight throat.

“I… I truly love Steve. I dreamed tonight, about having a little boy,” you whispered, the image still vivid behind your now closed eyelids. He was so damn pretty, your sweet little boy. “Blond hair, pretty blue eyes full of mischief and such innocent smile with a front tooth missing and I was expecting with another--… I want that. I want to have Steve’s children one day and I want Steve. I need him. It feels like I can’t breathe without him.”

Tender hands reached for your shoulders and pulled you into an embrace, soft and careful, yet very unladylike, not proper for anyone to see in public – at least not here, not in uptown. God, you hated it here. You despised it now, truly. And if that made you an ungrateful brat, then so be it.

“Oh sweety, I know exactly how you feel. I’m so sorry,” Pepper replied in the same manner, comfortingly stroking your arm. She sounded on the verge of tears as well. “But you know what your family is like, they would never accept Steve. As much as it hurts you and me… I’m not sure you really have a choice.”

You swallowed against the lump formed in your throat and shakily breathed in.  

“Don’t I?”

You thought of your chaperon and wondered… just how heartless could she be?

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It was three weeks after his girl’s last surprise visit that had somehow resulted in her and Steve tangled in his sheets when he lost his faith in her and whatever the two of them had had completely.

Three weeks without as much as a glimpse of her or a word, two weeks of not going to bed without few bottles of beer to keep him company, Steve walked into the shop and instantly knew something was wrong.

The usually loud environment full of chatter and teasing was suspiciously quiet.

“Hey guys,” he called out, trying to sound casual. “What gives?”

“Nothing-“ Thor responded swiftly – and way too quickly. Steve rolled his eyes.

“I’m blond but ain’t that stupid. Who pissed in everyone’s cereal? Buck?”

Steve’s best friend looked up from his work, shorty meeting his eyes. The regretful gaze spoke volumes on its own, but the brunet still sighed, tossing the rag in his hands on the nearest hood.

Steve suddenly wasn’t so sure he wanted to hear the news whatever it was. Dread filled his stomach, a feeling that had his gut twist uncomfortably. The blue-grey irises of his friend hid behind his eyelids.

“I… I’ve been in town this morning, Steve,” he explained slowly, cursing under his breath when he took in Steve’s perfectly confused expression, awaiting a metaphorical punch. “Fuck, Steve—I-eh, I saw Carter with Stark and they were-“ The coil in Steve’s stomach tightened to the point of him thinking he might throw up. “-shit, I’m sorry, Steve, they were at jeweller’s, probably picking up a ring.”

A ring.

Right.

Because she was getting married. To Stark. He knew that—he had been, in fact, informed that it might happen at some point.

But no-- like a fool, he had painted an image in his head, stupid and naïve and even found himself thinking about his ma’s engagement ring – once or twice since he had met his stunning uptown girl –, one he had inherited and was planning to give a woman who would take his heart.

Funny how his mind had been purposely leaving out the fact that the very same woman he had given his heart to was the one who could stomp on it and let it bleed on the pavement.

Fuck, he was a complete idiot, wasn’t he?

Steve swallowed against his suddenly dry throat, nodding few times in acknowledgement of the information, lips in a tight line, one corner lifted in an ironic smile as his blood boiled.

“Well… we knew it was comin’, didn’t we?” he remarked and shook his head with a scoff.

God, he was so fucking stupid-

“Steve-“

He waved Bucky off, stalking towards his own station. He dropped his bag, always stashed with clean clothes just in case, to the ground by the counter, hand blindly reaching out. He grabbed the wrench on the top unmistakably, his fingers curling firmly around the metal.

One swift movement, one jerk of his bulging arm and the wrench was sent flying, hitting the momentarily empty chain with an ominous clang that could only hope to echo the mad rage he felt, sizzling in his veins, eating him up from the inside.

“Fuck him!” he roared, the ferocity of his voice startling even his mates who were familiar with his occasional temper.

His breathing turned heavy as he reached for another tool, flinging it the same way, this time hitting the wall, much to his irritation.

Jesus fucking shit-- he was so fucking mad – at her, at himself, at Stark, Stark who thought he could just take and take, greedy asshole, just like all of those uptown snobs that thought they owned the fucking world!  

“Fuck Stark and all of those privileged assholes! I hope they rot in- Fucking! Hell!”

Two more objects Steve didn’t bother to look at flied through the air and hit the chains, the harmless violence not providing him with half the satisfaction he hoped in.

By the time the boss stalked into the shop the check on what was going on – and to yell at his employees to stop fucking around – Steve had been long gone, taking the SHILED bike and driving away until all he could feel was the wind swishing around his head, loud enough to drown out his noisy thoughts.

“Rogers came in sick, we sent him home,” Pietro supplied helpfully, the deadpan expression on Fury’s face telling him that he had none of that shit.

Yet, the bossman sighed and headed back to his office.

“Good, wouldn’t want him to puke all over my fuckin’ garage.”

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She showed up in the shop on week four. Steve was just coming back from a short bathroom break, quickly taking a U-turn when he got a glimpse of her in the overhead door to the garage, wearing black and red elegant dress.

He leaned his back against the separating wall, closing his eyes at the painful jab to his stomach.

Logically, there was no reason for him to be so devastated. He fucked girls before—he liked girls before. So why did he have to be such a missy when it came to her? She was pretty, sure, but there were plenty of cute gals. Steve really tried not to think about the L word they had exchanged, because deep down it had dawned to him a while ago; he was so fucked up because he was in love and then he was dumped by a lady who normally wouldn’t look at him twice, which was something that his brain had been bullheadedly refusing to accept.

“Sorry, he ain’t in today,” Odinson drawled, traces of hostility in his voice.

“Oh,” she sounded surprised and he could picture the gentle confused frown, the slight pout to her lips—shit, those lips tasted like cherry-- "Uhm, do you know when he will be in?”

“Why do ya’ need to know?”

Steve was certain that her frown deepened at Bucky’s words.

“Well, uhm, I need to talk to him, it’s important. Should I come here in few days or-“

“Don’t think he’ll be ‘round here any time soon.”

“Is he alright?” she asked, genuine concern in her voice and it took all of Steve’s willpower not to bang his head against the wall.

Why, just why was she doing this to him? Why would she care?

Now he knew that was cruel to her – he believed that once, she had truly been interested in him – but he told himself multiple times that her looks were deceiving, that she only had been looking for a distraction from her uptight uptown world. Maybe if he told himself enough times, he would start to believe it.

“Ain’t none of your business, princess,” Thor retorted and Steve just knew she winced at the harsh tone, a soft gasp escaping her mouth, that sweet mouth he had  kissed over three weeks ago, sweet, innocent and sinful, the music of her short breaths filling his poor excuse of a loft, keeping him fucking going.

“Nice ring, by the way,” Bucky said nonchalantly.

Steve gulped at that. Yeah, he bet it was; but there was no way Bucky was being polite. The venom dripping from his words was a message on its own.

And she picked up on it, naturally. His –not his anymore, not that she had ever truly been – brilliant beautiful girl.

“Oh. Thank- thank you,” she whispered and Steve had to strain his ears like a creep, catching the crack in her voice; he almost ran out hearing it, ready to comfort her, because God, he couldn’t imagine her crying, salt tears rolling down her rosy cheeks - few had when they had made love, but she had been smiling too.

He was sure that seeing her cry without that smile… it would feel the world was ending. Her eyes were made for shining with happiness, her lips made for laughter-

“The fuck-?“

Steve’s head snapped straight when he heard his boss leaving his office, catching him chilling by the wall, very much not working and instead trying not to break and kiss the woman he loved stupid – no matter how stupid that made him. She was engaged. Promised to another, a much classier man… or at least much richer, Steve didn’t imagine his character being worth a damn penny.

On instinct, Steve put a finger over his own lips, wordlessly begging Fury not to rat him out. The man rolled his good eye – the one that hadn’t been hit by hot oil years ago – and crossed his arms on his chest.

“And—uhm, I see. Tell—please tell him I stopped by if he- and that I am sorry for not coming here for so long. He can leave a message with Mrs.Maximoff if he--- tell him I really need to-- that I would like to talk to him,” her voice trembled a bit as she stuttered, but it was clear she had been aiming for a firmer voice and missed by miles.

“Don’t see why he should want to know, princess, but sure, whatever.”

Fury gave Steve another annoyed look and stalked into everyone’s sight. For a second, Steve panicked – was his boss about to tell on him? – but the bulky man only walked in, a professional greeting on his lips.

“Good afternoon, madam. What can we do for you today?”

“Oh, good afternoon, sir-“

“My name is Nicolas Fury, I own the SHIELD Car Repairs. May I be of service?” he continued pleasantly, a businessman in his heart. And actor in his soul, apparently, because Steve was sure he figured out what was going on from the few words he had heard and from Steve’s cowardice and was now putting up a face.

“Mr.Fury, thank you for your readiness, however I was only just leaving. Your staff was most helpful,” she said, polite and respectful, almost a hint of a kind smile in her tone as if she hadn’t sounded on verge of tears only a moment ago. As if the guys hadn’t been jerks to her, standing up for him and his… ugh, his hurt feelings.

“Very well then. Have a pleasant day. Should I walk you out?”

“I actually already offered to walk Ms. Carter out if that’s alright with ya’,” Pietro quickly stepped in, a voice that hadn’t spoken since she had arrived.

“Thank you for choosing SHIELD Car Repairs, Ms.Carter,” Fury’s voice echoed through the shop, complete silence following for what felt like an eternity.

Steve gulped, knowing all too well Fury was waiting for him to come out of his hiding spot.

And sure enough – the boss’ eye found him the moment he returned. “Mr.Fury-“

“For fuck’s sake, Rogers, don’t pull shit like ‘dat in my shop. And all of ya’ – less chatting, less big-mouthing customers and for fuck’s sake, don’t go jerk into the bathroom now just because a girl in skirt showed up. Get your head in the game… and don’t drop anything on your fucking toes, accidents on a workplace are shit to deal with.”

Steve nodded with fervour, going back to his station, even when he couldn’t say that his head was in the game. No, his head was miles away, with beautiful pouty lips, the sweetest smile and a body to write sonnets for.

When Pietro came back, he didn’t say a word, but Steve could feel him burning a hole in his head with how much he stared.

That night, Steve switched from beer to whiskey, just once, hoping to drown out the sorrow that consumed him at simply hearing her voice.

Two months later, two months of Steve avoiding Maximoff’s diner like a plague and dodging Pietro Maximoff’s attempts to have a minute alone with him, a Good Samaritan left a newspaper on Steve’s doorstep. Steve, utterly confused and bone-tired from the long day at work, lifted it and started flicking through the pages absentmindedly as he went inside of his apartment.

And there, right among the obituaries, were marriage announcements, one single photo from a wedding.

She was stunning in her dress, the fabric appearing as delicate and soft as her skin when Steve had felt it under his rough fingers the day she had asked him to make love to her. A smile, crooked and melancholic, played on Steve’s lips at the memory, her breathless moans echoing in his ears.

In the photo posed a beautiful bride with her husband; and yet, Steve couldn’t make himself think she looked as pretty as she had been when sitting on his bed, misplaced, breath-taking and tempting, as pretty as she had been in the moments of ecstasy he had brought her with his loving; for the first time and for the last time at once.

He abandoned the paper on the counter and poured himself a glass of whiskey, bringing it up, hesitating an inch from his lips.

Eyeing the amber liquid, stirring it in the glass, he recalled a movie he had been to with Buck a long time ago. He had never seen people do it in real life, they certainly hadn’t done that at his ma’s funeral, but it would feel symbolic perhaps; the action of pouring a drink into a freshly dug grave was as outside his reality as the foolish idea of a relationship with her, after all.

Taking the newspaper to his hand once more, straightening the picture, he let himself feast his eyes on her. She was radiant, like sun, like the damn sunflowers on her dress the day he had met her.

Shaking his head, he threw the paper to the trash, picture up. Pouring half the whiskey on it, he buried the bittersweet memory of his untouchable uptown girl;downing the rest, he ignored the burn in his eyes and focused on the one in his throat.

As much as he hated himself for it, his last thought before he fell asleep that night was of her, a minute of wonder if she had ever truly been as affected as he was, at least for a moment; he lulled himself to sleep hoping that perhaps she had.

He dreamed of reaching out to Mrs.Maximoff as she had asked the guys to tell him to do. He dreamed of her being there the next time he came in, with an inviting and yet sad smile, a big-ass diamond on her finger… her cherry-flavoured kiss of goodbye lingering on his lips when he opened his eyes to a new day.

He took the trash out that very morning, adding a half-finished sketch he torn away from his book.

It was the last time he saw her.

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That night, Steve switched from beer to whiskey, just once, hoping to drown out the sorrow that consumed him at simply hearing her voice.

In the night of week four turning to week five, Steve’s eyes snapped open to the darkness of his apartment. Momentarily confused, not remembering a nightmare or anything that would cause him to wake up so abruptly, he groaned when he reached for the alarm clock on his nightstand only to find out it was half past one.

He woke up for no fucking reason barely two hours after he went to bed.  

Furious knocks on his door made him jolt, his irritation only growing.

Not without a reason then – some fucker was-- ugh. People were fucking assholes. He was not getting up from his bed for sure.

“Fuck off,” Steve muttered, lying back down face first, determined to ignore-

His door rattled with the force of the next series of knocks and he growled, scrambling to his feet, shuffling to the door and wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“C’min’, comin’, Jesus, fuck.”

Unlocking and opening the door for a slit, Steve stared at the face of his night visitor, absolutely baffled.

“The fuck, Pietro? Do ya’ know wad time ‘zit?”

“No. Do ya’?” the blond retorted, his voice dripping sarcasm and Steve really wanted to shut the door to his face. It was too early – or late – for Steve to deal with that bullshit. “Pack your bags, Rogers, Natasha has a free room.”

Steve briefly wondered when the fuck the world stopped making any goddamn sense, but opened the door fully for his clearly delusional friend. For all Steve knew, Pietro could be having a stroke, he’d better hear him out.

“Huh?” he hummed, his palms massaging his bloodshot eyes. “Da’ fuck are ya’ talkin’ ‘bout?”

“Natasha? My cousin? Remember her?”

Why the hell was Pietro acting as if it was completely normal to stop by a guy’s loft to talk about his cousin, one Steve hadn’t even met?

Steve sighed, humouring the other man. “Yeah? Married some… general or somethin’? What’s ‘dat-”  

“Colonel, yeah. She’s the one who lives in Baltimore. She got a room for ya’,” Pietro repeated, still not making an ounce of sense.

“The fuck’d I do in Baltimore?” Steve asked tiredly, earning a look that told him that it was fucking obvious. Which it wasn’t really, not to him.

…was this a fever dream?

“Open your own shop, dumbass, or find a spot in some. Make money for that pretty gal of yours and that little cute as fuck babies you’ll make.”

Steve’s heart dropped to his stomach at the mention of you, fully prepared to rip Pietro a new one to wake him in the middle of the night to fuck with him—but  he caught a movement to Pietro’s right from a corner of his eye and his heart leaped right back, suddenly sprinting.

This was most definitely a fever dream. Steve felt his jaw drop, his eyes fixing on the vision in front of him as he entirely tuned out Pietro’s next words.

“She must like you real big if she’s willin’ to sell her family nick-nack to look at your ugly mug every day. And skip town and shit…”

And a vision his beautiful uptown girl was, a mirage his mind must have come up, because there was no way she was standing there, sheepish as always, but instead of her dress, wearing a pair of jeans and a simple red blouse, a denim jacket unbuttoned, hanging loosely over her shoulders. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, threw over her left shoulder.  

And shit, she talked too, which made it appear this was in fact real.

“Good evening, Steve. I am sorry to wake you,” she whispered, leaving him stare at her blankly, dumbstruck, breath stuck in his chest.

“I’ll drive ya’, Dr.Strange’s car needs a test ride. Fury’s payin’ for the gas, by the way, the ol’ bastard,” Pietro continued as Steve managed to only watch the woman he had been missing for the past weeks lower her gaze, her teeth anxiously biting on her lower lip, fingers toying with the edges of her jacket. Hers? “I’ll be back by tomorrow afternoon, even have an hour or two to spare. That’s if you start packin’ now, bud.”

The mention of packing snapped Steve from his trance, all the emotions hitting him like a damn truck. Anger, longing, more confusion, restlessness as his girl was standing only few feet away from him and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He took a hesitant step towards her, ignoring the smirking man clearing his path.

“What—what are ya’ doin’ here?” Steve asked incredulously, his inner turmoil reflecting in his voice. She hadn’t showed up for weeks and now-- what exactly was she doing here? “You- you’re engaged-”

Gulping, she looked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears; yet, a hint of a smile spread on her lips as she shifted her weight from one foot to another. For the first time, Steve also noticed her shoes, a simple pair of sneakers looking bizarre on her feet.

“To a man who loves my best friend and vice versa, my best friend who has been covering for me whenever we were together before it blew to our faces,” she explained, not daring to raise her voice above whisper. Steve still didn’t understand – not fully, unable to comprehend what was happing on his doorstep. Pietro talking about his cousin, about driving, Fury paying for gas, the woman he still loved standing there as if ready to skip town- “She was too covering for me when I talked to Mrs. Maximoff when she helped me to plan this. Pietro said you would want this as well— but- but if you don’t, I will leave you alone. I-“

The day Steve had met the strange girl from uptown, Bucky hadn’t failed to mention Pietro was the fast one, clearly implying Steve was the slow one.

Bucky should have fucking seen Steve now when she hesitated, unsure of his feelings – he had never acted so fast in his whole damn life.

He crossed the distance in one long stride and his hands shot up to her, grabbing her by her shoulders unceremonially. Before she could react, he pulled her body against his with all he got, claiming her mouth like there was no tomorrow.

He swallowed her yelp of surprise, followed by her happy laugh, feeling tears springing from her eyes, causing him to halt just as she finally started kissing him back.

“But your family-“ he blurted out, interrupted by her shaking her head wildly, hair flying.

“Mr. Ross has an eye on my sister. He is from a good family, of good name, generations of lawyers. My family will do splendidly,” she said with a smile playing on her lips, sweet and watery as tears still rolled down her face – happy ones, Steve believed. He felt the same delight bursting in him, switching from a broody cynic back to the fool in love in no time. “And we might too. We will have each other and I have learned enough to teach—or-- or I can be a waitress if I can’t find another job, it doesn’t matter, just so you are not the only one to-“

God, he loved her. She was so adorable and sweet and was talking about being his and going from basically a modern princess to a damn waitress, because she was willing to be with him whatever the fucking cost, apparently--

And was there really anything else he could do?

He grabbed the back of her neck to connect their mouths again, a hungry open-mouthed kiss, his hand fisting in her hair, because holy fuck, how was this happening, she was here and she was his-

“Alright, alright, smoochin’ later, packin’ your friggin’ bags now, Rogers,” Pietro cleared his throat loudly, sounding only as annoyed as amused. “I have a long drive ahead.”

Later, bags hazardously full and piled up in the trunk and on the backseat next to them, Steve couldn’t stop smiling and yet he felt a pang of guilt, ruminating over everything she was giving up.

She was resting her head on his shoulder, their interlaced fingers in his lap and Steve revelled at the absence of an overpriced engagement ring on her hand, the one from his ma’s securely in one of his bags to take place on her finger one day. She was walking the fine line between the real world and the dreamland, breathing softly to the crook of his neck and she seemed content. For now.

He sighed and pressed what could be the hundredth kiss to her hair that night.

“Doll?” he whispered softly, the question burning on his tongue, the only one he could hope to actually have answered now and not after they would try and started a life together.

“Mm?” she hummed softly, nuzzling into him further, her lips brushing the exposed skin on his throat.

“Why me? You could have any of those-“ snobs “-high-class… uptown guys.”

The smile he felt against his skin had him melt into the seat as he chased away all the grim thoughts about what the future might bring, her regretting her decision and blaming him for her ruined life on top of that list.

“Because I love you, Steve, and you are worth ten of them. My amazing downtown guy,” she emphasized, filling Steve’s chest with the most delicious warmth, his heart swelling, feeling so full it might burst.

He knew she wasn’t just saying that – she meant it. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t’ have been in his arms right now, heading to damn Baltimore with nothing but her bags, little money and few pieces of jewellery.

“I love ya’ too,” he whispered, this time pressing a kiss to her nose, drawing an exhausted giggle from her lips. Yep, his heart was about to burst before they even reached their destination. “Love ya’ so much. My sweet, sweet uptown girl.”

“Not so uptown anymore...”

Steve chuckled as rather than regret, her voice was filled with relief. “I’m willin’ to put up with ‘dat as long as ya’ stay mine.”

She squeezed his hand, tilting her head up, blinking up at him sleepily and softly pressing her lips to his.

“I think that can be arranged.”

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….yes, in the first ending, there might have been a chance of our uptown girl planning an escape and Steve aka heartbroken dummy blew it. But hey, maybe not, perhaps she only wanted to say goodbye like he dreamed of… who knows. 

Aaaaanyway.

You are my hero if you finished reading this fic! Thank you so much for finding time to do that, this one truly was a beast – at least when I consider that it WAS supposed to be a one shot. 

Any feedback is appreciated, as always – good, bad (if constructive), coherent or incoherent, or ‘just’ a like if you enjoyed and don’t feel like putting feelings into words. Thanks again for reading!

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BTS Reaction || He Likes Your Friend [Part Two] [BFF Series]

A/N: For a lovely anon! I hope this okay, I have come to the conclusion I suck at Angst

Seokjin:

It had been a month since you last saw Jin, you decided you needed space from him and took a break, you stopped replying to his messages, and calls, ignoring them whenever he would call you up to hang out, or when you finally did cave in and answer, cancel at the last minute, telling him you were busy with work or were sick, you couldn’t face seeing him again, it would hurt too much to look him in the eyes and pretend that everything was fine when in reality your world was falling apart. Jimin spent more and more time with you and you began getting closer with him, spending a lot of his days off together and hanging out.

“I still think you should go out on a blind date, I’ll set it all up and it’ll be smooth,” Jimin said to you one night, you were curled up together on your living room floor watching the Fast and Furious movies, you’d bought them and forced him to watch them since no one else would join you, you’d gotten onto the blind date conversation because you mentioned wanting a relationship like one of the main characters.

“Jimin, I’m not ready to date anyone yet, I still haven’t really gotten over Jin yet which is stupid cause he wasn’t even mine to start with.” He sighed at you, pausing the movie and making you look at him, you put down the bowl of popcorn.

“Listen to me, you’re going out on this date. It’ll speed up the moving on process, I’ll set it up for Friday at seven, Wickfords, your favourite restaurant.” He knew you couldn’t say no to him, especially when he brought out his puppy dog eyes to use on you.

“Fine whatever, just make sure he isn’t a creep okay?” He nodded and took out his phone, starting to his work up and you just pressed play on the movie.

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You felt shy about going to the restaurant alone, you were dressed up in an outfit Jimin had picked for you, blacktop with some black jeans and a pair of heels, he assured you, you were going to have a nice night and that you didn’t need to worry but now you were sitting at the table alone and wondering if the dude was even going to show.

“Y/N Right?” You looked up to see a guy who was around Jimin staring at you, you stood up and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jimin.” He said with a smile, sitting down in front of you and talking to you a little more, you giggled at the fact that he was pretending not to know you, but you drowned out of the conversation, imagining Jin sitting there instead of Jimin,

“Sorry, just a little tired from work.” You lied when he asked if you were okay, he chuckled along and began to tell you what he did for a living, making up some kind of story for you so it would feel like a real date. You continued talking to him, trying to ignore all the thoughts of Jin when you saw Jin coming into the restaurant, you blinked and rubbed your eyes trying to see if it was really him or just your mind playing games on you, but it was him and he was walking your way. Jin got to the table and Jimin smiled up at him, you, on the other hand, were slouching down in the chair,

“I thought you were at work tonight,” He said to you, arms folded across his chest. You told him you couldn’t hang out because you were working, but you just didn’t want to hang out with him, seeing his face now was bringing back all of the feelings, the love, then the heartbreak when you realised he was dating your friend.

“Jin what are you doing here?” You questioned looking at him but he was red in the face staring at Jimin, he looked really pissed off at him, you looked at him with a sympathetic look and stood up.

“Please leave Jin, I’m on a date.” You said to him, your eyes travelling from Jimin to Jin who was now staring at you and shaking his head at you both,

“I’m not leaving until I get an explanation,” You knew he wouldn’t move, he was a stubborn idiot, you excused yourself from the table and moved outside with him.

“What is your problem?!” You yelled at him as soon as you were down a side alley to the restaurant, he stared down at you and then looked at wall,

“I don’t remember a fight or a reason for us to stop talking! So what happened?! Why did we break up?” The words flew out of his mouth and they shocked you, break up?

“Break up? Jin we were never together…remember? You were banging my best friend so I’m pretty sure we weren’t together.” You scoffed at him, leaning against the wall and staring at him, you were standing your ground, you weren’t going to back down from this.

“You had no right showing up here and demanding answers! I have my own life you know.” You said to him, he scoffed this time and shook his head.

“Is that why you’re hanging out with my friends and not your own?” That was like giant daggers into your heart, you kicked yourself off the wall and walked over to him.

“I don’t have my own friends anymore, not since they decided to get together, so excuse me if I had to get close to Jimin .” You spat back at him, he was staring down at you, your faces inches apart from one another.

“Oh, I get it! I date your best friend so you date mine?! Real classy Y/n!” He yelled at you, you pushed him back a little and stared at him.

“I’m not dating Jimin, he set this up to cheer me up because news flash Jin, I liked you! For a really long time, I liked you,” You finally admitted, looking over at the end of the alley, Jimin was waiting by his car for you and he nodded,

“So excuse me if I can’t look at you and pretend to be happy for you while you fuck my best friend,” You turned away from him going to walk over to Jimin who was now inside the car but Jin’s hand wrapped around your waist, spinning you around to face him, your chest crashing into his and he was inches away from your face, you wanted to push him away and tell him to leave you alone but you couldn’t find the strength to say anything to him, his eyes kept glancing down at your lips and you parted them, going to say something but he just crashed his lips onto yours, your face warmed up from the blush that was growing on your cheeks, this was your first kiss together, and it was in some scruffy alley, your stomach was tingling, your lips were almost burning from his touch, he pushed you against the brick wall, both of ou breathing heavily as the kiss became more passionate, you could taste the peppermint on his breath. Your hands moved up to his hair, tangling themselves in it, your lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip, he lifted one of your legs up around his waist, running his fingers along the inside of your thigh, and that’s when it all came crashing back to you, you were in the middle of an alleyway, making out with your friends boyfriend, you pushed him away, and held your hand over your mouth. Jimin was smirking at you from inside the car and you looked down at the floor,

“We shouldn’t have done that…You have a girlfriend.” You finally spoke, your voice coming out hoarse because of the kiss you’d shared, he shook his head, stepping closer to you once again, running his hand along your cheek and rubbing his thumb under your eye to wipe away the tear you hadn’t even noticed.

“We’re not together…I realised that after dating her, I wanted you. Only you.” You stared up at him, he was telling the truth, you always knew when he was lying. Both of you glanced over at Jimin who was now  laughing in the car,

“He knew about this didn’t he? That’s why he set up this "date”?“ You question Jin, Jin nodded and you scoffed shaking your head while laughing at Jimin, who was now waving and starting up his car.

"How about we go and finish your date, me and you?” You nodded and he took your hand in his, walking you back into Wickford’s.

Yoongi:

“Namjoon I don’t know if I can do this.” You repeated to him backstage, it had been a few months since your song came out and now you were about to perform it on stage in front of around 30,000 people including Yoongi who was sitting front row and centre, why did you agree to perform at an award ceremony? You wanted to curse yourself for agreeing to this, Namjoon had come backstage to give you good luck wishes but found you in a state of panic, you were leant against one of the speakers, a microphone in your hand and you couldn’t stop your heart from racing.

“It’s just a performance okay, you’ve done this a million times.” He told you, it was true, you had done this a million times but those one million times were not in front of Yoongi who the song was about, they were at your small concerts and street performances, not in front of the love of your life who knew you loved him and didn’t love you back. You could still remember the day he found out about the song, images of him walking over to you flashed into your mind and then you pretending to be happy for him and your best friend being together, after that day you never really saw him again. You began avoiding him and everyone else except Namjoon, who was helping you with your new album so you couldn’t avoid him.

“Maybe we should perform our new song, the one we’ve been working on together instead, it’ll be a nice surprise.” You tried to convince Namjoon but it wasn’t working, he patted the top of your head as you stage manager told you, you had two minutes before you went on.

“You’ll do fine, I have to go back to my seat but I promise it’s going to be okay, just look at me the whole time, I’ll get Kookie to pull funny faces with me the whole time.” You nodded and he gave you a quick hug and left through the curtain going to join his friends.

“You got this.” Your stage manager said walking you out onto the stage which was covered by a large red curtain, the MC was in front of it, talking about your performance,

“Now as someone who is in love with their best friend as well, I love this song and I hope everyone here tonight loves it too! Y/n!” You wanted to cry as the MC told everyone what the song was about again, you took a deep breath in and began singing, the curtain slowly raising to reveal you standing there, it was a simple set up. Nothing on the stage except you in a ball gown and a microphone stand, you locked eyes with Namjoon who was giving you a thumbs up and you continued singing along

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You ended the song and people cheered, you managed to keep a straight face until the curtain dropped, you sprinted off the stage leaving behind your heels and running into the changing room, slamming the door and trying to catch your breath. Halfway through the performance your eyes locked onto Yoongi who was staring at you in awe. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and you felt as though you couldn’t breathe, no one was around to help get the stupid dress off your body so you leant onto the sofa trying to take deep breaths to steady yourself, there was a knock at the door but you ignored it knowing it would be Namjoon who was coming to congratulate you on your performance but you didn’t feel like being congratulated, you just wanted out of the dress and out of the building so you could go home and cry yourself to sleep as you had done for the last month,

“Namjoon go away.” You sobbed out when the door opened, you were struggling to reach for the dress zipper on the back when someone placed their hand on your waist, the other one finding the way to the zipper and trying to undo it for you, your breath hitched in your throat, it wasn’t Namjoon his hands were bigger than that,

“You did amazing,” You were frozen in place as the words left Yoongi’s mouth, the zip was pulled down and you clutched the top of your dress to your body, moving away from his grasp and going behind a changing screen, you didn’t want to face him.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He said to you as you changed into a pair of jeans and a tank top behind the screen, you looked at the floor trying to come up with some kind of excuse to tell him.

“I’ve been busy.” Which was partly a lie, you were busy with writing new songs and perfomances, he scoffed and you came out from behind the screen, throwing your hair into a messy ponytail and taking your glasses from the makeup station.

“You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.” You shrugged your shoulders, turning to look at him and then at the door.

“Like I said, busy.” You weren’t sure where this sudden hostility had come from for him but if it got him out of your room quicker you didn’t care, looking at him was like reliving that day all over again, the way he looked at your friend, the way he kissed her, and held her.

“I have to go, I have a meeting.” You lied again, he sighed walking closer to you and you backed up, hitting the arm of the sofa behind you, you stopped yourself from falling and his chest was against yours.

“Your eye twitches when you lie,” You looked away from him and he cupped your chin in his hand, making you look at him, you looked up into his eyes and he looked down into yours.

“You looked beautiful up there tonight,” He whispered running his thumb over your bottom lip, the sudden contact sent jolts of what felt like electricity through your body, you’d never stood this close to him before, his hand snaked around your waist and your entire body froze, you felt the tears come to your eyes as you stared at one another, if someone was to walk in on this it would look bad, you tried to push him away but he stayed put, his arm locking around you tightly.

“Kiss me.” He whispered, his voice was hoarse but you didn’t move, you knew you shouldn’t kiss him, he licked his lips.

“Please.” He whispered again, that was enough for you, you stop up on your tiptoes and kissed him, your arms falling around his neck and his pulling you closer to him, he couldn’t get any closer to you, he picked you up, carrying you over to the sofa and sitting down with you on his lap, you gasped and he used that to slip his tongue into your mouth, you pulled away from him, your hand on his chest to stop him trying to go in for another kiss.

“Yoongi…I can’t do this to Y/F/N.” You tried to get off his lap but the grip he had on your waist tightened and he sat you back down on his lap, he slowly ran one of his hands through your hair.

“We’re not together anymore.” He admitted to you, you frowned. You hadn’t seen anything in articles, she hadn’t called to tell you what happened, not that you would pick up anyway and Namjoon never mentioned it.

“Shut your mind up for two minutes and kiss me.” He said, he knew you too well. He knew how your mind worked, constantly running over every thought you had, you lent down and connected your lips together once again.

Hoseok:

You left his party a week ago, you didn’t go back to the dorms, You just went back to your hotel room that you’d for, for two weeks, you couldn’t cancel it so you were going to have to stay there, you didn’t respond to his texts or anyone else’s, including Y/F/N, you didn’t want to see any of them, talk to any of them. It hurt too much to try and talk to them, so you locked yourself away, deciding it was easier to stay away than to try and pretend to be happy for them. You didn’t want to know if he confessed to her, you didn’t want to know if they were dating or not, you wanted to be left alone with your thoughts. It worked for the first week but it was on the second week now and they were starting to worry, you finally text Jimin telling him you were fine and not to worry about you, that you had one week left in Korea and just wanted to go sightseeing alone, you didn’t want to be bothered by any of them, but Jimin insisted on coming with you to show you around, you didn’t want to sound nasty so you just agreed to let him come with you.

(X)

You’d had a great day out, your thoughts were finally on something besides Hoseok but you knew it wasn’t going to last long.

“I just have to grab my wallet from inside, wait here,” Jimin said as he pulled up outside the dorms, he rushed inside and you stared at the dashboard, hopping Hoseok was out and not in the dorms where he could see you, but you were again proven wrong when the car door opened and he got into the drivers seat, taking the car keys and locking it so you couldn’t get out of the door.

“Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick!” He yelled at you, you’d never seen Hoseok this mad before, you’d only seen him “mad” when he was joking around with you, you felt your stomach sink and then you looked at the dorms, praying Jimin would come out soon.

“I’ve been sick, wanted to stay away so I wouldn’t infect anyone.” The door to the dorms opened and Y/F/N stood there waving at you, you looked away and then down at your hands.

“You should go, she’s waiting for you. While you’re in there can you tell Jimin I started feeling sick again,” You said trying to get him to unlock the car doors so you could leave but he stayed in his spot, the door to the dorms closed again and you felt the tears rushing to your eyes, you didn’t want to do this, you didn’t want to cry in front of him, as soon as you heard the door unlock you sprinted out of the car and around the corner, leaning against a wall to try and calm your breathing, you assumed Hoseok had gone back into the dorms so you let out a sob,

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong and don’t try lying to me that you’re sick, it’s bullshit.” You stared up at him, his angry face as replaced with concern when he realised how much you were crying, you slid down the wall onto the floor and brought your knees into your chest, you knew he wasn’t going to move anywhere, he sat down in front of you and you shook your head.

“Please Hobi, leave me alone.” You pleaded but he stayed put, you just sobbed into your knees and he wrapped his arms around you.

“Why would I leave?” You shook your head, trying to push his arms off you but it wasn’t working, he was staying wrapped firmly around you.

“Because if you don’t I’m going to regret everything, I can’t trust myself around you.” You admitted looking at him, he was frowning now, clearly confused but what you were talking about, you heard Jimin calling your name and then Y/F/N calling for Hoseok, you shook your head, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat and then looking back at him, biting down on your bottom lip so you wouldn’t say anything to him,

“You should go, she’s waiting for you.” Your voice came out rough and you knew he was going to ask you more questions but Jimin’s voice sounded like it was getting closer now.

“Who? Y/F/N? She’s just wanting to say goodbye, you’re in front of me sobbing, tell me what’s wrong and what you’ll regret.” You blinked at him and then looked over at Jimin who was standing at the end of the alley.

“I like you, okay? A lot. So now that’s out in the open I’m going back to my hotel room where I can waste the rest of this week in bed before I go home-” You were stopped in your sentence because he kissed you, your knees dropped down from your chest in shock, he put his hand on the back of your neck trying to pull you closer but you stopped him, putting your hand on his lips and moving away from him,

“Hobi no…I don’t…I won’t do that to Y/F/N…” You whispered standing up but he took hold of your hand before you could walk away from him.

“Do what to her?” You stared at him, he had his eyebrows furrowed together, and you looked at him, then over your shoulder at Jimin who was shaking his head,

“You told her you liked her right?” You questioned, he nodded and then you looked at the ground.

“So I won’t go around kissing my best friends boyfriend.” He began chuckling and you stared at him, you heard Jimin laughing too and you span around shooting him a look of death and he ran away.

“She doesn’t like me back, we talked and she said she just doesn’t see me that way, more of a friend than a lover.” You felt a blush rise to your cheeks,

“So why didn’t Jimin just tell me that?” You questioned but Hoseok shook his head,

“I asked him not to, I didn’t want everyone knowing I was rejected, but being rejected made me realise something.” He said taking your hand in his and running his fingers along your knuckles, you stared at his hand and then up at his face.

“And what’s that?” You questioned, he stepped closer to you, you were inches away from one another, he looked down into your eyes, taking in a deep breath and tucking hairs behind your ears.

“That I liked you the whole time, not her.” He bent down and his lips hovered over yours, just barely touching one another, your breath hitched and your eyes fluttered shut,

“Hobi…Kiss me.” You pleaded, he didn’t need to be told twice, his hand was on the back of your neck and he crashed his lips against yours, neither of you caring that you were out in the street having a makeout session for everyone to see, he pulled away, looking you in the eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.

Namjoon:

It took two months for you to get over what happened that night, two months to forget that the one you loved didn’t love you back at all. Hobi had tried to call you multiple times that night but you declined them all, same with Namjoon and Y/F/N, it hurt more that he lied to you to go and see her than actually seeing her but you were passed that now, it had been two months and you knew you had to move on with your life, move on from Namjoon. So you set up a dating profile to find someone new, you wished you could say it was a walk in the park but trying to find someone you liked…someone that wasn’t Namjoon was hard, he was everything you wanted. He was the perfect guy for you but you could never have him and it seemed that no one could live up to your expectations either.

“Hoseok this is a bad idea.” You warned as he dragged you to a speed dating event, you were dressed up in a blue strappy dress and wearing vans, you weren’t much of a heels girl.

“Just shut up, you’re the one that wanted to move on.” You groaned following him further into the hall and sitting at a table with the giant number three on it, he sat down in front of you.

“You’ll do fine, I’ll be at the bar if you need me.” He leant across and kissed the top of your head, going over to the bar to watch you from a distance, a bell sounded and a guy came over to your table, smiling at you and starting to ask you different questions,

(X)

The night was starting to turn into a bust, you were bored of everyone there, no one was catching your eye and no one interested you. There was one guy you thought you would get along with, you were making casual conversation, and you genuinely liked him until you asked his opinions on museums and art galleries and he said they were boring and pointless, you let it slide until he mentioned his hatred for books, then you couldn’t even look at him, you were now sitting at the bar with Hoseok sipping on a rum and coke.

“Pointless, no one here interests me Hobi.” You whispered chugging back the drink and looking at him, he linked arms with you and sighed.

“Fine, let’s go back to the dorms and have a movie night, Namjoon is out all night so you don’t need to worry about him.” He said before you could even say no to him, he knew you’d been avoiding going to the dorms because of that.

“Fine but I’m stealing your hoodies and boxers, and I get to pick the movies.” You walked out of the building together and headed over to his car.

(X)

You’d fallen asleep on the sofa, cuddled against Hoseok wearing one of his hoodies and some shorts, you groaned as you woke up to a cold breeze and the sudden urge to pee, you moved away from Hoseok, covering him with a blanket and heading towards one of the bathrooms, you shuddered as the cold air hit your bare legs.

You were about to go back to the sofa when you heard a door open and your name being called.

“Y/N?” You turned around to see Namjoon standing there in nothing but Pajama bottoms, his classic sleepwear since he could never sleep with a shirt on.

“Oh, Hi.” You managed to say, really glad it was dark in the hallway, him being there shirtless in front of you was making you blush.

“Hobi said you had a date tonight, did it go well?” You stared up at him, or rather where the outline of him was, you couldn’t see much in the dark.

“Well, I’m here in Hobi’s shirt so I’d say it went great.” You spat out sarcastically, you were being hostile towards him but you didn’t mean to be, but seeing him standing there and talking to you as if nothing happened hurt, it was like being punched in the gut.

“You look good, have you been good?” You frowned confused by what he was trying to do, but he stepped closer to you and your thoughts were interrupted.

“I’ve been okay.” You said looking up at him, your eyes finally adjusting and you could picture his face, he bent down running his hands along your waistline,

“Good. I’ve been good too, would be better if my friend answered her phone though.” Your breathing was starting to get shallow as his hands moved from your waist to your thighs, occasionally brushing along your ass.

“Namjoon.” You warned, needing him to stop but not wanting him to, he bent down so his mouth was next to your ear,

“I know you want me.” He whispered to you, his voice sounding rough and intoxicating, his hands squeezed your ass and you jumped up, he caught you instantly and began kissing your neck as he carried you to his bedroom, you threw your head back as you moaned out his name, you’d wanted this for so long and it was finally happening, he laid you down on his bed and that’s when it all came back to you, you shoved him away when he got close to you again, you were shaking your head.

“No, I can’t do this.” You whispered getting off the bed and going over to the door but he slammed your body against it, your back pressed against his chest, your ass against his hard member.

“Don’t you feel what you do to me.” You let out a whimper, you were so weak for him.

“Joonie I can’t.” You whispered to him, but he ignored you, he and you both knew you wanted him badly, you always had wanted him badly.

“No!” You yelled pushing backwards, he stumbled away and you put your back against the door staring at him.

“You knew I liked you and now what?! I’m trying to move on and you’re suddenly all interested in me? No, Joonie. You have Y/F/N, I won’t fuck her over like that even if she knew I liked you when you took her out on a date,” He looked at you, you were serious about this and he sighed, coming over and cupping your face in his hands.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He said running his thumb along your neck where, purple marks were starting to form.

“I asked her to go out with me that day so I could ask her how to get you to be mine,” You stared at him, he was never a good liar and it was clear he wasn’t lying to you right now.

“So what advice did she give you?” You question, pouting out your bottom lip and looking up at him, he smirked stepping closer to you once again.

“To just take control, throw you against a wall…that sort of stuff.” You hummed in amusement and he bent down, picking you up, you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist and began kissing him.

Jimin:

“Oh, the last party was such a blast.” You groaned in a complaint to Taehyung who was dragging you to a party at the dorm again. He promised you that this time would be different, he wouldn’t leave your side and you could spend the night over in his room, images of the last party came rushing back into your head as you remembered the way Jimin looked at your friend, and how you ended up walking home and crying into your pillow that night.

“You owe me a pizza for this.” You said as you entered the dorm, the place was alive with music, people were all over the place, people you’d never met before and some you had but didn’t remember the names of, Namjoon saw you and shouted your name so loud you could hear it over the booming music.

“Joonie!” You yelled back, walking over with Taehyung, he wrapped his long arms around you, lifting you up from the ground and chuckling at you.

“We’ve missed you shorty, it’s not the same bullying Jimin for being short as it is you.” You punched his chest playfully and took the cup out of his hands of whatever he was drinking, you downed it at the mention of Jimin’s name and Taehyung went to get you another drink, leaving you with Namjoon and Jin.

“Yeah, where have you been?! Why has Tae kept you all to himself?” Jin quizzed you, you laughed shaking your head at them.

“Secretly dating.” You winked, they knew you were joking obviously but Jimin who had caught the end of the conversation didn’t know you were joking.

“Dating Taehyung?” You looked at him, all of the colour drained from your cheeks as you made eye contact with him, Taehyung had come over and handed you a cup.

“Thanks.” You whispered moving away from the group and going out to the kitchen, Taehyung stayed behind with his friends and you leant against the sink.

“Are you really dating Taehyung?” Jimin asked as he followed you out to the kitchen, you looked at him and then at Taehyung who was standing in the living room still.

“No.” You stated blankly, taking another drink from your cup and looking out of the window at their garden. You weren’t dating Taehyung, you were just close with him like you were with Jimin before, you would borrow his clothes, cuddle him and just hang out like you did with Jimin,

“You know…You look amazing tonight.” You ignored his comment, you were dressed in one of Taehyung’s shirts tucked into some high waisted jeans.

“It’s Tae’s shirt right?” You nodded, trying to act a little civil towards him but as soon as you felt his hands around your waist you lost it, you slapped his hand away and moved out of the kitchen, going back to Taehyung where you knew you could control yourself, being around Jimin made you want to make out with him and never stop.

(X)

“You okay?” Taehyung questioned as you stared at the floor in silence, you’d been standing in the same spot for an hour now, all of you talking about different things but you began to zone out when you noticed Jimin staring at you, his eyes hadn’t moved from you all night, whenever you would catch his eye he’d wink and lick his lips at you,

“Headache.” You lied looking at the door and wondering if you could just leave the party but you knew Taehyung wanted you there for the night.

“Go up to my bed, I’ll come up in a bit.” You nodded and hugged him goodbye, you said bye to Jin, and Namjoon and rushed towards the staircase.

“I thought you weren’t dating him.” You heard Jimin say as he slammed the bedroom door behind him, he’d followed you up to see where you were going in such a hurry, he’d been in such a haze he hadn’t noticed he’d walked in on you with nothing but Tae’s shirt on now.

“We’re not dating, we’re just close.” You answered turning to look at Jimin who was looking at you seductively now.

“Fuck look at you.” He whispered looking you up and down, you looked down at the shirt and then rolled your eyes, trying to push him out of the room but his hand rested on your waist, sending sparks through your body.

“I never could resist you in nothing but a shirt.” He bit down on his lip and you stared at him with wide eyes, he always did this. It used to be a running thing between you, you would both flirt with one another.

“I get that you flirt with me all the time and it’s funny or whatever but you’re doing this now? What are you trying to do to my head Jimin?” You questioned, your eyes welling up with tears, you couldn’t flirt back, you couldn’t stand it.

“You should be in my shirt, not his.” He growled pulling at the bottom of the shirt trying to get it off your body but you pushed his hand away,

“Jimin no.” You whimpered to him, moving away from him and trying to open the door but he stopped you, his hand resting on top of yours.

“I’m not just flirting this time…I realised after going out with Y/F/N that I didn’t like her…It’s always only ever been you.” He whispered to you, you blinked and the tears rolled down your cheeks, you knew they didn’t go out after the first date, your friend called you the moment it was over and told you she felt bad about going and that she didn’t want to see him again.

“Jimin you can’t just say that you told her you liked her so don’t lie and say you liked me.” He sighed at you and made you look at him.

“Would I have followed you up into Taehyung’s room to bullshit you?” You were about to answer him but he kissed you instead, pushing you away from the door and onto the bed, you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you when the door opened.

“No sex in my bed, you have your own room.” Taehyung groaned, standing in the door until you moved out of his room.

Taehyung:

Your quiet night in plans were interrupted when Namjoon and Hoseok came round later that night, they found you on the sofa in Taehyung’s shirt and tissues around you.

“Nope, not feeling sorry for yourself on your birthday!” Hoseok said going to find you some clothes, Namjoon sat with you on the sofa, telling you they’d planned a night in for you and you were coming with them, even if he had to kidnap you himself, you told him it wouldn’t be necessary but it didn’t stop him throwing you over his shoulder to carry you out to the car and then doing the same up and into the dorms.

“Namjoon!” You screamed as you entered the dorms, he threw you down onto the sofa and you giggled looking around at the dorm living room, they’d decorated the walls with banners and a sign with your name on it.

“You guys are too much.” You insisted, Jimin came in from the kitchen holding a chocolate cake with candles on top, you groaned hiding your head into Namjoon’s shoulder, they all began singing to you as Jin came out holding a phone, Vliving the whole interaction, Jungkook came out with a normal camera and began snapping photos of you, while you continued to hide your blushing cheeks, you hated being the centre of attention and they knew it, you glared at them all before blowing out all of the candles.

“Happy Birthday!” They all yelled at you, Jungkook got some more photos of you while Jin set up the phone on the floor to answer questions, you did this sometimes with them. The Army knew you all got along really well and you were close with them all, they loved to see you so close with them, happy birthday wishes came flooding in along with questions for you to answer.

(X)

The night was going amazing, you were still on the VLive even though you’d been doing it for an hour and a half now but people were interested in knowing more.

“Where’s TaeTae?” Jimin asked reading one of the most frequently asked questions, you looked at Namjoon for support but the front door of the dorms opened and everyone cheered.

“He’s here! TaeTae come and say hi!” Jungkook said snapping photos of him, he came and sat down next to you and you made up the excuse of going to the toilet, coming back a few minutes later and sitting next to Namjoon who was the furthest away from Taehyung.

“How did Y/N celebrate her birthday? Tae always takes her out where did they go this year?” Jungkook readout he didn’t know what had happened with Taehyung and Y/F/N, you looked at your hands nervously and then over at Tae who was looking at you with a sad smile.

“I told them I didn’t want to celebrate this year, so this was a surprise.” You felt your eyes begin to tear up and Namjoon brushed your hair away from your neck, whispering to you.

“You okay?” You nodded and bit down on your lip to stop yourself from crying in front of everyone.

“Why are Taehyung and Y/N so far apart? Oppa go cuddled her!” Jin said with a laugh, Taehyung looked at you for a second and then back at the screen pretending to read something.

“Why is Unnie crying?” Everyone turned to look at you and you laughed nervously trying to think of something to say.

“Over emotional about my birthday.” You lied, excusing yourself and running into the bathroom to hide away from everyone. They ended the VLive and Taehyung came to find you, he knocked on the door but you ignored him, wishing he would just go away.

“I’m sorry I forgot your birthday.” You let out a silent laugh and opened the door, your face was wet from tears, you just walked past him and went to the living room to find Namjoon and Hoseok to take you home.

“Look I said I was sorry.” He said taking hold of your hand, but you snatched it away.

“I don’t care about my birthday Taehyung.” You answered, going to find Hoseok in the kitchen but he wasn’t there, they probably heard you and Taehyung and split out of the way so they wouldn’t bother you both.

“Then why are you crying?”

“It’s none of your business.” You spat at him, going into the living room to find your phone.

“It’s my business if you’re crying because of me.” You stopped in your tracks and took a deep breath, turning to look at him.

“You know what…yeah it’s your fault I’m crying, we were supposed to go out tonight and I find out from Namjoon and Hoseok that you’ve taken Y/F/N out on a date instead, forgetting me completely…so excuse me if I’m a little hurt.” You said before the tears gushed out again, you found your phone and began calling Hoseok, his phone ringing in his bedroom but he ignored it.

“You’re getting pissed at me because I went out with Y/F/N?” You shook your head, hanging up the phone because it was clear he wasn’t going to pick up.

“I’m pissed because she knew how I felt about you…and I thought you knew too. I thought the way we flirted together and acted like a couple was a sign that you liked me, clearly. I was wrong.” He stared  at you as you confessed everything to him, he said nothing to you as he stepped closer, he only wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a kiss, you pulled away,

“We shouldn’t, what about Y/F/N?” He smirked at you and ran his hand through your hair,

“We went out to discuss our plans for your birthday…nothing more, we were going to throw a party next week…I forgot I had plans tonight.”

Jungkook:

You began to distance yourself from Jungkook since that night, you didn’t want to get in the way of his relationship with Y/F/N, you also didn’t want to watch them become a couple, you knew it was a bad thing to say since they were both your friends but you could only feel more hurt by them being together. But it was Yoongi’s birthday and Namjoon had been pestering you about coming to the party they were throwing for him, you’d tried every excuse under the sun to get out of it but they were having none of it, Namjoon told you if you didn’t show up he would come round to your apartment and take you there himself, and so you agreed. You wanted to go and support Yoongi but knowing Jungkook was going to be there was hard on you, You found a pair of jeans and a jumper to wear, it was only a small get together with a couple of friends around, you could just go for an hour and then leave without there being a problem, you could stay out of the way of Jungkook and everything would be fine, your heart wouldn’t feel like it would fall out of your chest. You could just stand with Yoongi all night and stay out of the way.

(X)

“So glad you could join us,” Namjoon said as you walked through the front door of the dorms, you sent him a sarcastic smile and set the present you’d gotten Yoongi, it was a collection of photography books for him, you knew he was into it and wanted to get something he would enjoy.

“Happy Birthday Oppa.” You said going over to Yoongi and giving him a side hug, he smiled at you and then offered you a drink, you walked into the kitchen together and he poured you a rum,

“Haven’t you seen you in a long time.” He said as he handed you the red cup, you nodded drinking from it while you thought of something to say to him, for some reason you weren’t around anymore.

“I know why, I don’t blame you either.” You nodded thankful that somehow Yoongi knew how to read your mind, you looked over your shoulder and saw Jungkook standing by the kitchen door, you put your head down and Yoongi sighed.

“He’s not with her you know, I’ve been trying to tell you but you keep blocking my calls.” You felt guilty about blocking him out but he knew why you were doing what you were doing, he threw his arm around your shoulder and walked out of the kitchen together, going past Jungkook and over to the sofa,

“He was never mine, but losing him broke my heart.” You admitted to  Yoongi as you sat down together, he sighed patting the top of your head and looking at Jungkook.

“Well if it makes you feel a little better, when Y/F/N rejected him she told him it was because you liked him and he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since.” You almost dropped the cup in your hand and Jungkook was staring at you, he hadn’t stopped since you walked through the door with Yoongi.

“I’ll leave you to it.” He said getting up off the sofa and letting Jungkook come and take his place instead, you both sat in silence for a couple of minutes before he opened his mouth to talk.

“Look, you don’t have to say anything, I get that you don’t like me back and I’m sorry it ruined your chances with Y/F/N, I’ll talk to her and see if she’ll go with you, me liking you shouldn’t ruin your chances together.” He stared at you, a smile on his lips as you ranted on and on about it, you got up and took out your phone, ready to call your friend and straighten everything out, you left through the back door and Jungkook followed you, taking the phone from your hand and hanging up the phone.

“I don’t want her, I want you. It took her telling me you liked me back for me to fully accept my feelings for you.” You stared up at him and he put your phone into his back pocket.

“Now if you want that back I’m going to need something from you first.” You stared at him, arms folded across your chest and an eyebrow raised at him.

“And what would that be Kookie?” You asked, his nickname rolling off your toungue, he smirked at you, bending down and locking your lips together, you dropped your arms from around your chest and put them around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

“Fuck you’re too tall.” You whispered when you pulled apart, he took this time to pick you up and sit you on the railing around the porch, you were now the same size as him.

“Better?” He questioned, you pretended to think about it.

“I don’t know if this is perfect kissing height-” He kissed you again and you giggled into his lips, wrapping your legs around his waist and keeping him as close to you as you possibly could at this angle

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Jake Reviews Stuff: Star Vs: Friendenemies

Happy pride all. I’m getting ahead of this one for a number of reasons:  1) It’s pride month and this episode is one of the most shiptastic things i’ve seen with two male characters since Robochris from bravest warriors. I mean it dosen’t quite reach “Creating a skull robot of your best friend because he won’t touch you a lot to make him jealous enough to do that” levels of romantic tension but it tries. 

2) My good friend @jess-the-vampire​ is a tomco shipper, and with things being rough for her I figure she could use this sooner rather than later. 3) Shows are actually coming back with Amphibia emerging from it’s year long odinsleep the same week Close Enough finally escapes from it’s dumpster after 10,000 years to conquer earth before it gets put back in there then escapes again and marries lord zedd.. I lost the metaphor the point is I want to keep Tom train, and other star arcs I have planned, moving at a steady clip. 

So with all of that yeah, i’m ready to go. No real exposition to dump again, come on let’s go after the cut!

We open with Marco at his laptop nervous about something and Star coming into his room tangled in christmas lights... so normal day at Casa Diaz.  Anyways Marco can’t help star out of her latest self made prison because he’s preording tickets to a Mackie Hand Film Festival. Mackie Hand is Marco’s faviorite martial artist and movie star, who died performing a stunt on himself.. accidentally.. did he give himself a death punch? Is this the same universe as regular show.. please say yes.  Anyway as is natural for Marco in the first two seasons as god apparently hates him, the tickets sell out instantly and he dosen’t get them, banging his head against his laptop as Star TRIES to comfort him , saying he might still be able to get them. Marco also says “Good things don’t happen to me”

I mean just look at Season 3. Anyways tom comes in licking a rainbow snowcone for no explained reason other than they wanted to make it obvious this was the Tomco episode. Tom asks to hang out and after Star, understandably at this point given you know, the horrible date where he tried to murder her best friend and the gaslighting a few weeks back, tells him a million times no, Tom explains he’s not here for her.. he’s here for Marco. Marco, given tom’s threatned to kill him twice now and tried to at least once, isn’t biting. Tom naturally has tickets to the festival as a trump card, and assumes that time he kidnapped marco and played him in ping pong for his freedom counts as a friend hang out, and geuinely apologizes for his behavior promising not to get angry. Really while as you probalby know we DO get the reveal later he was partly doing this whole thing to finish his anger managment... I do get the sense this apology, and a lot of this is GENUINE. We’ll get more into the why in a bit, but he does seem to genuinely want to bury the hatchet.  Marco pulls star aside and, given the last two times he saw Tom, the boy had some horrible scheme up his ripped sleeves, he understandably, and as it turns out correctly, thinks Tom is once again up to some sort of scheme, star is fully on board. I have. mixed feelings about this. On the one hand STar did forgive tom for the previous episodes mess and Ponyhead for much worse and it does set up the tiny plot curnel of corn that would grow into an entire corn field of her still having some friendly feelings toward tom. But it just feels weird, even with how cahotic star can be to have her flip flop from “Stop calling me” To “You should totlaly go on a date with the guy who harassed me and tried to kill you twice now. “. Especially since next time she has an episode with Tom, She’s fully resentful of him and a bit snarky and spends and episode, in part thanks to aformentioned magical severed ponyhead, suspicious of him playing games with her head again. We’ll get there soon obviously, i’m just saying it feels mildly off. 

So Marco decides, much like bart simpson that getting where he’s going’s worth it even if he has to ride with the devil himself and reluctantly agrees. We see the inside of Tom’s carriage for the first time, and see my good personal friend dead horse again on the outside, and it’s really nice.. lit by torches because mood lighting, but similar to his room it’s plushly decorated and even has two serious speakers and according to Tom 6 flatscreens. Damn I wish I had one of those.. that and I wouldn’t have to drive since I can’t due to my anxiety. Plus who wouldn’t want a firey horse skelton sidekick? Anyways Tom offers Marco cold cereal and Marco is frank with tom, pointing out he’s suddenly being nice to Marco after never being nice to him before and understandably isn’t sure he’s even a mackie hand fan but a bit of banter and trivia shows Marco that no, Tom really seems to be telling the truth.  Tom then confides in marco that he gets why Marco didn’t belivie him: Most people dont’ get past their preconcived perceptions of him. And here the series does flesh tom out a bit: Tom admits to not having many friends.. which frames the previous two episodes in a diffrent light. Sure his actions to Star are still very much not okay... but you at least see WHY he was so obessive about her: She was probably the first real friend he had that wasn’t a casual aquantince, his own family member, or a pet. Most Mewman kids his age probably weren’t too keen to hang out with what to them was a monster, rich or not, little raicst shits. And in the underworld most people probably just did whatever he asked because they were afraid of his temper or his parents fury, even if his parents are the nicest people in the underworld. So when he lost her, Tom didn’t know how to properly react and while his first attempt to win star back was genuine, it was marred by his refusal to adress his anger or control issues that likely lead to Star dumping him in the first place. While Star’s forgivness HERE is a bit werid, her willingness to give him another shot wasn’t: Tom was SEEMINGLY genuinely trying. He was in therapy, he’d been anger free for several days and most glowingly, when a stranger karate chopped his hand off in a misguided attempt to protect star.. he got upset but instnatlly went into his coping mechanisms.  The problem was as I covered in that review.. Tom didn’t WANT to change. That’s the thing about changing: you need to both know there is a problem and WANT to fix it. And even then, as we’ll see sometimes i’ts hard. I know, i’ve had my own personal issues i’ve had to change up as years went on. It’s a slippery slope you have to constnatly climb up. And BMB era tom.. just didn’t WANT to change he just wanted to do what he thought star wanted that would get her to take him back, and couldn’t understnad why she wouldn’t just listen to him and obey, two things not in star’s vocabulary for anyone much less her ex. 

So , much like I did, rather than blame himself for screwing things up, he just saw it as Marco being in the way and tried to fix that. And so he sunk to rock bottom.. but it didn’t fix their relationship and it took Marco having an honest conversation, as someone who was also very close to her and knew her well, to get him to see that Star wasn’t going to take him back unless she wanted it.. what he was doing was selfish and self destructive.. and Tom probably realized in that moment he had to stop. He let her go, and thus as I put al ot of emphasis on last time, made his first step to being better.  And to me that’s why this makes sense as his next step: While it’s partly to fufill a checklist... you get the sense he really DOES like marco on some level. They hung out, which I do feel tom did genuinely feel was like friends hanging out instead of you know the second highest stakes game of ping pong i’ve ever seen. 

The first if your curious. So while part of this is Tom just wanting to get through anger managment for likely his parent’s sake, part of it is also him genuinely wanting to be somebody’s buddy, anybody but a bumbling butler. It’s just being Tom, he dosen’t know HOW to make friends or get them to see past who he is surface wise; a spoiled angry boy and see the inside, a nice kid who just has no idea how to talk to people beyond a surface level or understand them and we’ll see that more both in this episode and as we go. Speaking of going back in the episode proper, two bros drive up and insult Tom’s carriage also wondering if he’s going to his grandpa’s funeral. Fuck you both.. both on general principal and becaause his grandpapapapapapaaaaaaaaaaaa is alive and magnificent. 

Satan bless you Relicor. Anyways, Tom is naturally pissed at this and Marco challenges them to a race.. but eases tom off actually following them as, since this isn’t a fast and the furious movie, the police immidelty arest them and we get the blessed image above. Let’s see that again.

NOGODWHY

Not right but it’ll have to do I fear what may happen if I try again.  ONE BALLON DICK GIRAFFE LATER, our boys are on a high, as Tom finds there are things more fun than obletarating people. #tomhaskilledmultiplepeopleandisstillthebestboy. Marco is reminded of a song from his faviorite band Love Sentence, and Tom, suprisingy given his My Chemical Romance with a splash of metal astetic, is not only a huge fan but has a giant Helga Patiaki esque shrine to them complete with a cd player with shuffle. Fancy. 

We then get a wonderful, shiptastic montage of the two just hanging out, hanging out with a white tiger. Having themselves a party. And given the song itself, sung by 98 Degrees and horrible realtiy show Newleywed’s alumnus Nick Lachey, even says “we used to be enimies but now we have chemistry” yeah I think this is intentional and they are a good ship. Are they my prefered ships for the characters? No tha’ts kelly and flame princess... the last one was recent and I love a good crossover ship sue me. But I do headcanon both as still Bi and still find the ship great, it’s just not my main one. 

However the good times can’t last as it is film time... but Tom refuses to let marco leave befor eblowing his top off... dude that’s not how you build a suppportive relationship, you know this by now. Turns out the white tiger I haven’t mentioned to now is actually Brian, vocied my boy Stephen Root who apparently just.. lives at DIsney’s animation studios now as he has a tendency to show up in every other animated disney show. You may know him from Gravity Falls as Bud Gleeful, THe Mayor from Amphibia, or , in non disney voice work, Bill Dautrive. Turns out as I haven’t even tried to hide, Tom was in the final stage of his anger managment class and to get out of it had had to spend 3 hours with the person he hated most. As I said I do think part of it was GENUINE on tom’s part, that he was trying to be what he thought friends were... it’s just he didn’t get that Marco, if grumblinignly, probably STILL would’ve agreed if he were honest.  However.. it’s still a step up. While i’ts still a scheme, and his LAST on the show.. it’s more benign after the last two; Instead of being harmful his scheme this time is just “Bribe my worst enemy into hanging out with me and get out of anger managment” it’s still not quite right, but compared to the things he’s done with star, it’s an improvment and a sign he is changing despite himself. He could’ve just kidnapped marco again and forced him to spend the three hours.. granted this might’ve just been Brian saying, obviously no tha tdosen’t count, but still, instead he tried being nice and giving an apology. Even if it was for personal gain on some level, Marco’s words clearly got to him and he’s now trying genuinely unselfish tactics. It’s also notable since he spent the three hours with marco, and at least half an hour of awkarndess before it got all fun, WITHOUT getting angry or falling back on old stratgies and only beefing it at the end because, as i’ve established, he dosen’t get people.  So naturally tom gets mad.. while it is a sign he’s getting better he dosen’t do his trademark horrifying demonic EXPLOSION of rage... he’s still being petulant and sore over his failure is mad at marco for pritoritzing the tickets nad destroys them. Marco naturally calls him out, angry over him manipulating him to get some badge , as he puts it, calls him a jerk and a liar, accurate and the worst part to marco? “I WAS DUMB ENOUGH TO FALL FOR IT”

Credit where it’s due while I may not LIKE adam mcarthur as a person...as a voice actor he is excellent and his delivery here is perfect as you do get the pain in Marco’s voice as he genuinely ahd grown to care for tom. Wethere it was friendship or wanting to make out... probably wanting to make out, you get the pain in his voice. Tom admits the love sentence hting wasn’t a lie.. but too little too late.. whcih is marco’s second faviorite love sentence song and leads to another moment of shippy goodness. Seriously I see why this ship exploded in popularity after this. Also I will say both Adam and Rider have damn pretty voices.  So Tom does what any romantic lead faced with a third act breakup would do.. say a demonic chant and bring Mackie Hand back from the dead. This is also the first time we see just how fucking powerful tom is. Before we’ve seen him summon his carriage and immolate some stuff and easily reattach a hand.. but this is the first time that we see he’s every pit as powerful as star, who probably could raise the dead she just dosen’t want to. Granted I don’t know why this sort of undead stuff hasn’t been used on say, Moons assitnated mother, but presumibly anti-monster stigma combined with the fact that we don’t know HOW she died or how much was left, and are probably better off that way solve that. It goes a long way to explain why Tom’s family are allies instead of the conquered like most monsters: They have equal , if far diffrent and spookier, magic power and are the only kingdom with this trump card besides the butterfly kingdom. 

So as we close Marco tries to use Mackie to get in, the usher dosen’t buy it and a fight insues, but Marco and Tom patch things up, Tom becoming a fan of Mackie now he’s seen what the guy can do and Marco forgiving tom since, evne if his actions were still a bit greasy, he immidetly did his best to try and fix what he broke. The two are friends again despite them both saying they hate each other... but they clearly mean it playfully. The End.  Final Thoughts: After the Slog that was last episode this one is a fan faviorite for a reason... well okay 2 reasons. One...

And two.. it’s excellent. I feel bad it took me years to see this one, but it’s one of season 2′s finest. It’s funny, has great character stuff for both boys, introduces a new ship that’s fantastic and a great new dynamic between Tom and Marco that would carry for the rest of the show. It also beliviebly advances Tom’s character arc: He’s TRYING a bit but he’s still got a bit of the scheming and selfishness that defined his earlier outings, but it’s telling that after this episode, and hurting marco, he stops. This episode REALLY gets him to change that and for the better.  Sadly Tom would only make one more apperance this season in Naysaya, an episode I will cover when I cover Jackie and Marco at some point, but has him show up for a cameo when it turns out the episodes antagonist, a curse that takes the form of a sentient head that spills the target’s worst secrets and insecurities when they try to ask someone they like out, is Tom’s fault from back when he was a baddie, and Tom genuinely apologizes and tells him how to vanquish it, if ribs marco a bit since he cast that curse presumibly sometime between BMB and MCC and is delighed and suprised that Marco seriously hadn’t asked anyone out in that time. But it’s a nice bit that shows their not only still friends but Tom is genuinely sorry for some of his earlier behavior. We’ll see more of that as we go and more of tom trying to be better.. he’s made up with Marco, next time we come back to tomtrospective, we’ll see how it goes with Star. 

Coming up besides the obvious, as Pride Winds down I’ll have my first steven unvierse coverage, one of the first openly gay couples in western animation, and some asexula pride as we take our first look at Bojack Horseman..’s loveable rommate todd. Until we meet again, stay safe, black lives matter and later days. 

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Oblitus Part 20 Jailhouse Rock

57 Days Left Until Extermination...

The sound of clocks ticking echoed in the dark hallways until It struck midnight. Bong! Bong! Bong! The loud ring sounded out continuously twelve times. Anna rolled in her bed, restless, trying to sleep. But, she couldn't, she tried counting until reached up to 300, it didn't work. She tried thinking of various of songs trying to lull herself to sleep, but It only made her more wide awake. Anna groaned as she pulled the pillow, covering her face. Slowly, she felt her eyes began to drop, feeling heavy until they closed.

However, as soon as Anna was about to go to sleep, a loud strange sound ringed in her ears. Her eyes shot open immediately awaken her.  Anna rolled on her side using her pillow to cover her ears. But, the sound only got even louder as music continued to play. Anna growled, sitting up in the bed. She crawled out and walked towards the door leaving her room. Her footsteps echoed as she walked down the hallway heading towards the source, where the music was coming from. 

"It sounds like someone stepping on a lot of cats," She murmured, irritated. All she wanted as to have a good night's rest. Soon, she stopped in front of a door, Alastor's room. She frowned. Of course, it had to be him. She knocked, nothing. She knocked harder, but it was covered up over the music. Anna opened the door, walking in. As she stepped into Alastor's room, heading deeper inside the swamp, following the sound where the music was coming from. As she got closer, it sounded like someone was screaming and howling in agony. Then she saw someone within the distance. 

Anna stopped staring in blank silence, seeing that it was the radio demon. He was sitting in a small rolling chair in front of a strange instrument as furbies were lined up in rows. 

"Alastor, what is that thing?" Anna asked. Alastor turned around seeing Anna standing behind him. He grinned wickedly.

 "Oh hello, my dear!" He called out to her.  "This is my furby organ."

"Well, could you keep it down?" Anna said. "Some of us are trying to sleep. I have to have some energy for Angel's intervention, tomorrow. You know how he is."

"Don't you mean morning?" Alastor smiled.

"See, I'm too tired to think right now," Anna replied. "So, could you please not make any noise until then?"

 "Very well," Alastor smirked, darkly.

 Anna yawned as she walked in to the room to find Angel sitting in the chair, leaning back in it as he filed his nails. He looked up hearing her come in. Angel's eyes widen seeing the state that Anna was in. Her eyes had dark bags underneath them and were bloodshot. Also, her hair was a mess with knots and tangles.

She did not get any sleep at all. Every time she tried to, somehow her door would open on it's own, creaking at it did then slamming shut. The faucet in her bathroom would continuously drip or run every time when she tried to turn off, annoying her. And every time she tried to lay back down on the bed her pillow would be in a different spot or her blankets would be tossed across the room.

"Wow, dollface, you look like shit!" Angel laughed, leaning back in his chair, pointing at Anna. "You didn't get enough beauty sleep last night?" Anna frowned as she stared tiredly at the spider demon. She walked over to the chair and sat down.

"Thanks, Angel," she dead panned. "Every girl loves to hear that."

"I couldn't get any sleep last night," she said. "No matter how hard I tried." 

"So, are we going to fucking do this or what?" Angel said, leaning in his chair. "Me and Cherri, we are thinking about hitting a few clubs after this." Anna looked up from her notebook, glancing at Angel.

"Okay, Angel, I'm gonna have to tell you to tone it a bit down with the language," she said. "Only way to help with the healing process." Angel rolled his eyes.

"So, what? I can't curse, is that what you're saying?" he asked with crossed arms. "I hate to break it to ya, toots, because that's apart of who I am!"

"No, you can curse, just not to an extreme,"  Anna answered.

"Fine," the spider demon shrugged his shoulders. "Whateva you say, bitch!" Anna laughed nervously. This was going to be a very long process.

"Okay, Angel, tell me about your past," she asked. "What did you do?"

"I'm from a crime family," Angel started but paused for a second. "Let me put in words so your little brain can understand." Anna frowned, insulted, as the spider demon smugly smirked and continued. "It's like the mob or mafia, we hunt and take down traitors or deal breakers who want to upstage us or have more power or money."

"I take it that you probably known THE Al Capone?" Anna pondered.

"I didn't know him, personally." Angel said. "But, my old man did. He was the one who iced him." Anna's eyes widen in shock.  

"So, are you close with your family?" she asked. Angel flashed a glare.

"What's this bullshit?"

"Language," Anna said. She wrote in the notebook. "I'm gonna mark it down as a maybe."

 "You're dead wrong, doll face," Angel growled. "My family doesn't give two shits about me. They left me to die." Anna's eyes widen.

 "There must have been someone you cared about? Brother or sister?" She questioned.

 "My father, along with my older brother, said that I was an embarrassment and a disgrace to the family."

 "What do you mean?" Anna asked.

 "Have you seen me?" Angel answered, gesturing to himself. "Back then, I would've been locked up in the nut house if people saw how I was dressed or my seductive actions towards other men."

 "What about your mother?" Anna pressed. Angel sighed.

 "Don't remember her. She died when me and my twin sis was born." Anna raised on eye brow in interest. Angel has a twin? 

 "You have a twin?" She asked. Angel nodded, smiling.

 "Yes, molls and I were together through everything. From pissing my dad and brother off, on purpose, and taking out other mafia families."

"You said that they left you to die, what happened?" Anna asked.

 Angel frowned, looking down. "I just wanted to take a high, to get away from everything, to be free from it all." He continued. "But, instead, I accidentally took a little bit too much and overdosed on Angel dust. I remember feeling my heart beating fast, like it was going to burst out, and my chest burning. My entire body went completely numb and I couldn't move. I tried to call for help, but nobody came. Then I remember darkness as it overcame me, and the next thing I knew, I wound up here." Anna stared at Angel in silence trying to process everything that he said. What can she say? What could anyone say after hearing that?

"Angel, I'm sorry,-" 

"I don't need your damn pity, bitch!" Angel snapped. "No one else did and certainly not my family as well. It's bad enough those two bastards are down here with me!" Anna's eyes widen.

"Wait, you mean your father and brother are down here with you, too?!" She exclaimed.

"Serves those two piece of shits right!" Angel snickered. "I almost broke down laughing as soon as I found out that they were here as well."

"What about your sister?" Anna asked. Angel stopped.

"I don't know..." He answered. 

"Do you ever get in touch with your father and brother?" Anna asked.

"Oh hell no!" Angel shouted.

"Angel, I really think that you should," Anna said. "I think that there's a reason that they're here too. The key is forgiveness..." she paused as she trailed off. Her eyes widened in realization. "Oh my god!"

"That's it!" She exclaimed. Angel nearly fell out of his seat, startled.

"What's it?" The spider demon asked. "Your really freaking out right now and its starting to freak me out, toots."

"Forgiveness!" Anna answered. "That's the answer to redemption! It's hard to forgive yourself but it's harder to forgive others. Sometimes your actions have consequences!"

"You need to talk to your father and brother,"

Angel scoffed. "And say what? I forgive you guys for treating me like a piece of shit all the time?" He replied, sarcastically. Anna cringed. "That's not exactly what I meant, Angel. You don't have to do it right away, only when you're ready." The spider demon continued, ignoring her. "Or how about, I'm sorry I committed suicide and got myself killed and caused you guys a lot of trouble!" 

Suddenly, Angel hissed as he felt a searing burning pain his right eye. "Ah! Damn it!" He shouted, rubbing it.

"What's wrong?" Anna asked.

"It's just my eye," Angel growled. "must've gotten something in it! Shit!" Anna stood up walking over to him.

"Don't run it, you'll make it worse," she said, removing Angel's hand from his face. "Let me take a look."

Angel slowly opened his left eye. Anna's eyes widen in shock. Instead, of a black sclera it was white the same as his right eye, but something was different. Instead, of pink iris it was light blue. 

"Angel, y-your eye, it's back to normal!" Anna exclaimed.

"Huh, well what do ya know?" Angel chuckled. "I guess your right."

"I've got to tell Charlie and Vaggie! They have to know!" Anna shouted, ecstatic. She quickly kissed Angel on the cheek before he was able to do anything. She quickly opened the door and ran out but also accidentally bumped into Alastor as she did. 

"Where we are you off to in such a hurry, darling?" Alastor asked.

"No time to talk," Anna replied, stepping around him, and ran off. "I have to find Charlie!" Alastor watched as she ran off and Angel came up to him, leaning against the door. Alastor glanced over at him and froze seeing the spider demon's eye returned to normal. 

"Is there a problem Smiles or are you just happy to see me?" Angel smirked.

"No, everything's fine and dandy, Angel!" Alastor replied with a strained smile. In reality, he was furious. He had instructed his shadows so that Anna could not get any rest so that she would be exhausted to do the intervention. But, somehow it failed. 

"Did I forget to mention that Anna kissed me?"

Alastor's eyes widen and he quickly turned his head at Angel, his neck cracking as he did. Of all the things he was thinking of doing to the spider demon, Angel would have been dead from where he stood.

"You don't say?" Alastor muttered under his breath in a dark tone. "I'm...very...happy for you!"

Angel smirked pointing his finger at the radio demon. "Do I detect a hint of jealously?" Alastor's eyes widened and he turned his head to the side.

"What? No!" he replied. He walked away, growling. "You're imagining things."

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