#like y’all just sit around in silent mode for hours waiting for me to get up so you can immediately overwhelm me with questions?

[adorethedistance]

A Pretty Good Bad Idea - Owen Joyner x Reader

JATP masterlist

Warnings: swearing, peer pressure kinda, very mild n fluffy

Words: 1865

Summary: Touring with the Julie and The Phantoms cast as a dancer has been the best time of your life, and the only thing that could make it better is the reciprocated affections of a cute, blond drummer.

A/N: So this piece is 1) inspired by this interview and 2) entirely self indulgent. It’s something I haven’t been able to get out of my mind every time I’m doing warm ups, and putting it down on ,, digital paper is my only way to get rid of it lmao. I hope y’all enjoy bc I know this scenario makes me really happy and I love sharing my joy with y’all.

I let out an involuntary whine when I roll forward into my almost-center splits. My hips are so sore from yesterday’s performance I had to force myself to start stretching in the first place. Getting a head start, I arrived at the concert venue an hour earlier than call time to get my lengthy stretching routine out of the way before the other girls show up. Slowly but surely, the rest of the dancers arrived and we began getting ready together.

“I have a speaker!” Tori announces to the room upon entering which makes me jump up from my seat.

“Yes! May I do the honors and bless y’all with my musical theatre playlist?” The rest of the group cheers, exposing themselves for the theatre kids that we are. After hearing the chime that signifies the speaker-phone pairing, a few seconds pass before “Cell Block Tango” begins to play. The entire group feigns outrage but we know all the words and soon indulge in such shameful pandering. A good pre-show playlist is what really gets me amped up for performing and after yesterday’s queue of ‘today’s hits’ pop, the musical theatre is a nice change of pace.

Since I’d gotten here so early, I decided to do my makeup before stretching and I still had time to spare. The only thing left for me to do was to get in costume but I’d wait until a little closer to showtime so that I could still eat and drink for the time being. This also meant I was free to roam and bother other people as they got ready, doing what I’d done almost an hour ago.

“So, Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“What’s going on with you and Owen?” I feel my breathing halt for a microsecond before looking up at, one of the other dancers and also my friend, Ella. My eyebrows are cinched in confusion as I try my best to figure out what it is she’s getting at.

“I don’t know, Ella. What is going on with me and Owen?”

“Oh come on. Your Instagram story from yesterday?” Oh. That.

“We just went to lunch?” I seemingly ask more than state.

“Yeah. Just the two of you. Don’t hold out on us, we wanna know what’s going on!”

“Really, Ella, there’s nothing going on. We’re just getting to know each other better.”

“Just getting to know each other better? Or getting to know each other better?” Tori butts in, dusting her cheeks with a subtle highlight.

“The first one?”

“How many times have you hung out?”

“Just the once.”

“Are you planning another date?”

“It wasn’t a date-”

“Do you want us to help wingman you?”

“I really don’t-”

“Hey.” The rapid-fire of questions cease when the gang of us look up to see Owen himself standing in the doorway.

“Speak of the devil,” Tori snickers as the rest of the girls slowly disperse and smugly resume doing their makeup. Owen makes a face in reaction to her comment but chooses not to pry.

“Could I borrow some hairspray? This one piece of hair won’t stay.” Despite each of the girls having a full can of hairspray on hand, nobody makes a move to give him the product, indicating that I should be the one to help him out. Rolling my eyes at the look Ella is giving me through the mirror, I stand from my chair and hand Owen the can of hairspray. He then looks straight ahead and moves to use the product but I stop him before he can.

“What’s your plan?”

“What?”

“Are you just gonna spray the piece?”

“...yeah?”

“That’s not gonna work since the rest of your hair already has product in it. Can I help you?” Owen nods amiably and takes a seat after I gesture for him to sit in my chair. I then realize my mistake as I need the comb on the grey countertop, and have to consequently reach past Owen in a way that wouldn’t be so compromising had I not worn such a low-cut top. Thankfully it’s over as fast as it began, and walking to the sink in the corner of the dressing room, I run the cool water over the bristles. It isn’t until I turn off the tap that I notice how eerily quiet the room had gotten. None of the girls are talking, attentively studying my every move as I cross back to Owen.

“Is this Chicago?”

“Uh, yeah, We’re listening to my musical theatre playlist though, not the whole soundtrack,” I respond in spite of the nervous laugh that falls from my lips. The slight slouch in Owen’s posture doesn’t help me to see what I’m doing clearly enough. Using my index finger and an upturned palm, I tilt his chin up to get a better look at his hair, willfully ignoring the fact that he’s staring at me right now.

Still, silence fills the room as I take the wet comb through the front section of his hair where the stubborn strand won’t stay put. Once the water binds the pieces together, I grab my can of hairspray and struggle to uncap it. The outside is slick from god knows what, but thankfully Owen doesn’t let me struggle anymore and holds up his hands to wordlessly offer his help. I hand him the can, and he pops the top off after barely struggling. Handing the can back to me, he holds onto the lid, and the entire exchange remains completely silent.

I have to work quickly in my next step, but it’s not enough to distract from the fact that everyone in the room is watching me intently. Holding the aerosol can away from the crowd of people, I put some of the product on the comb and quickly work it into Owen’s hair while it’s still wet. Once the comb has formed his hair to my liking, I stop brushing it through in fear of the now dry hairspray ruining the shape. Then, I use my left hand to shield Owen’s eyes from getting any product in them before spraying the offending area to seal in my hard work.

The sound of a cell door sliding closed signifies the end of the song, and I wait for a second, eagerly anticipating the next song to play. Upon hearing the staccato piano notes of “Bad Idea” from Waitress, a smile appears on my face.

“I love this song.” Lunging back on my right leg, I create a little distance between us to make sure I didn’t completely butcher the rest of his hair, singing as I do.

“It’s a bad idea, me and you.”

“I know, I totally agree.” Pleasantly surprised by his joining in, my smile grows bigger.

“It’s a bad idea, me and you.”

“I’ve never known anything so true-”

“It’s a terrible idea, me and you.” The effortlessness that the two of us find in harmonizing is a genuine shock and an absolute thrill all at once. Once Owen sees how excited I am by his joining in me, it’s like a switch had been flipped; the two of us immediately slip into Actor Mode and begin to sing the song as if we were performing it on a Broadway stage.

“You have a wife.” I take a small step back out of the character’s hesitation.

“You have a husband.” Owen mirrors my action.

“You’re my doctor-” I cross my arms across my chest, but release my right hand to gesture to Owen standing in front of me.

“You’ve got a baby coming-” He uses both hands to gesture back to me in my ‘pregnant’ state.

“It’s a bad idea, me and you,” the two of us turn slightly away from facing one another in false bashfulness. When the music picks up, the two of us avidly step toward one another to come together. In perfect synchronization, I grab Owen’s forearms and his hands face upwards to hold onto my elbows.

“Let’s just keep kissing ‘til we come to.”

“Heart, stop racing, let’s face it-” Owen pivots his step out to the side to face forward, extending his right arm which cues me to turn into him and take his other hand to spin out.

“Making mistakes like this will make worse what is already pretty bad.” Then he extends his right arm forward, and I turn into him once again.

“Mind, stop running. It’s time we just let this thing go.” Instead of spinning out again, I stop in front of him where he wraps both of his arms around me.

“It was a pretty good bad idea,” in our harmony I cast my gaze upward to see Owen staring right back down at me, and I feel like I’m seeing stars, “Wasn’t it though?”

The two of us continue dancing and singing with one another as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist. It’s only the two of us, here and now. The other girls in the room don’t miss the way I seem to smile like never before, and I sure as hell don’t miss the way my stomach fills with butterflies. When he holds me so close and dear for each intimate moment of the song, I’m seeing stars. A bold happiness consumes me, the same happiness I felt when Owen and I laughed over lunch in that small pizzeria.

The final harmony draws the song to a close and when it finishes, the two of us fall into a breathless kind of laughter.

“I didn’t take a big enough breath for that last part.”

“Me neither.”

“Your hair stayed intact.”

“I must have a pretty good stylist.”

After recovering from our laughter the two of us wind up in a palpable stupor as we stare into one another’s eyes. A few blinks and my trance is broken, I become aware of our surroundings.

“I should get dressed soon, and you definitely need to get dressed.” Owen nods still somewhat breathless.

“Yeah. See you later for pulse?”

“Save me a spot,” I joke as he backs out of the threshold of our dressing room. Leaning against the doorframe I watch him disappear into his assigned dressing room with a small smile still lingering on my features.

“Just getting to know each other my ass!”

“What the heck was that?”

“Are you sure you don’t want us to wingman you?”

“Do you even need a wingman after something like that?”

Turning on my heel, I face the bunch of insatiable dancers and shake my head in disbelief.

“We were just acting, you guys.”

“Liar.”

“Excuse me?”

“Maybe you were acting, but he sure as hell wasn’t. Did you see the way he was looking at you? He is totally in love with you.” Ella shakes me by my shoulders.

“He’s just a really good performer is all.”

“When is your next date?” she completely ignores me.

“Okay-”

“Oh, and I want to be the maid of honor at your wedding-”

“It was just a song, Ella.”

“-Oh my god you guys are gonna have the cutest kids! I mean, your hair with his eyes and cheekbones? Ahh! The cutest.”

***

A/n: the way that being on tour isn’t the most unrealistic part of this fic, but instead Owen actually knowing the lyrics is? Work diva.

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[high-supernatural]

Secrets pt.2

Kai Parker x Female Reader/Character

Word Count: 2197

Warnings: typical tvd themes, mean Kai, they kiss at the end ;);)

Summary: Kai merged with Luke and started feeling different soon after. He got sick and the reader took care of him, throwing him into a fit of confusion. She doesn’t judge him for anything and has the understanding that he’s a product of his environment and acts out of revenge and distrust of others. Kai knows this after having a conversation with her and decides to find out all of her secrets too.

***since y’all like the one shots better than the series, I’m gonna write one shots for female readers under the name V for what I would’ve/will write in the series***

V felt even more like she was losing him now. When he went to get Jo’s magic, she went into the woods, her safe space, and begged to have her old world back, no matter how terrible it was, she wasn’t alone, she had a team, a family.

She was out there for hours and went back after the sun had gone down, silently hoping Kai wasn’t in the room. He was.

She opened the door and saw him sitting on a chair he had pulled between the coffee table and the couch. She closed the door with her back facing him and walked to the bathroom while taking her sweatshirt off, wearing a tank top underneath.

Kai grabbed her wrist as she walked past trying to avoid him, “someone’s had a rough night,” he said looking at her red eyes.

“And someone’s suddenly all better,” she looked at him expressionless.

He let go and looked away, “yeah… well…” he looked at the book he had in his hands, “turned out I wasn’t really sick, I just needed Jo’s magic and had Luke’s,” he looked back at her, still expressionless.

“Well, congrats, you can go back to being an even bigger dick now,” she was about to walk to the bathroom when she saw what he was holding.

“Why are you holding my journal?” she asked.

“Well…” he completed his coined dramatic pause, “I figured since you know all my secrets I should know yours,” she just stared at him so he kept talking, “SO, I got to reading, then I thought to myself, ‘self, this is way too personal to be reading alone, you should read it with her’, and so, here we are,” he smiled.

She didn’t see any malicious energies behind what he said, but still she asked, “what kind of game is this, Kai?”

“No games,” he said childishly, “have a seat,” he motioned at the couch.

She sat with her knees to her side, staring at him, waiting for him to start attacking her with everything she has in her journal.

“Let’s begin,” he said.

He crossed one of his legs over the other and flipped the book open, clearing his throat, “2007, age 10,” he read, “the last time I went to the prison world,” he stopped to look at her, “man you’re really obsessed with me,” he said with a smirk.

“Mhm, keep reading,” she raised an eyebrow.

“2007, 11th birthday, page 12,” he gasped in sarcasm, “what’s on page 12?” he flipped to the page and read, “I was at school, I didn’t want to go to school this day, it felt different. It felt like danger. I remember begging my parents not to make me go, but they did anyways, assuming I wanted to ditch on my birthday,” he paused to say, “those assholes,” before continuing, “I convinced Audrey and Kai to ditch with me into the basement right before we heard screams. We hid behind the vents behind a tall shelf and covered our ears when we heard the first bomb. The school crumbled onto us, but we couldn’t move. I remember begging in my mind that nobody would find us, I felt like they were here for us,” he paused again, “paranoid much?” and continued, “a group of people came into the basement calling my name, but I wasn’t going to say anything,” he looked up again, “hm, maybe not so paranoid,” and went on. “They got angry when they couldn’t find me and set the basement on fire before leaving. We almost couldn’t make it out after they left, but then I heard my dad calling for me.”

Kai flipped back to the original page he came from and looked at her, “that was tragic,” she kept staring at him, saying nothing.

“aaaand not so long after, ‘2007, 1 week after the first attack,’” he read and flipped to the page numbered beside it.

“Me, Audrey, Kai, and my parents made it to the western coast of Europe to find a boat. We traveled from Lyon to the coast of the Celtic Sea,” Kai paused again to say “I didn’t know that’s where you were from,” and chuckled before returning, “learning how to hijack cars on the way. We saw nobody the whole way. When we did, they were dead, or a monster. We didn’t know what happened yet. Everything was destroyed and I felt nothing. I went into survivor mode. We stole a boat to head towards America… we made it halfway before the waters got rough. The boat started filling with water until it was fully under. Everybody got onto a lifeboat except me, I was under the water. They started going without me until Audrey jumped and saved me. That’s when we made our deal.”

Kai gasped again, “is that why you don’t like the ocean?” he smiled through his next words and chuckled, “it is, isn’t it?” flipping back to the other page.

“You having fun yet?” V asked.

He ignored her, “what was the deal with Audrey?” he asked, “maybe it’s on this page,”

“Page 24,” she told him, “The good stuff you’re looking for is on page 24.”

Kai read again, “age 15,” he stopped again, “no dates this time, weird,” he continued, “we made it to America just days before it was attacked. We had enough time to find the community of hunters we came here for, barely. Angels were taking over. The biblical apocalypse. I don’t know what to believe anymore. My dad turned into one of those murderous vamps and we had to let him go. When we were captured my mom was killed. Me and Audrey made it out of captivity, I don’t know where Kai is anymore,” he trailed his next words, “he was with us when we were caught, he was with us through captivity, but he started to change. I woke up one morning and he wasn’t in his cell next to us. I never saw him again. I want to believe he’s dead but I know he’s somewhere far worse. It’s just me and Audrey now. We have the community but it’s thinning.”

V looked at her hands and back at Kai, “there’s letters I wrote him even though I knew I’d probably never find him in the back if you want to read those too,” she said softly.

Kai closed the book slowly and put it on the table between them, “I’m good, I think I have enough to figure you out now too.”

V put her feet on the ground, “cool, can I go now,” she rolled her eyes and didn’t give him time to answer before going into the bathroom to turn on the shower.

Kai leaned against the door and heard soft sobs and couldn’t help but feel a little bad about how he went about this.

When she came out of the bathroom Kai was leaning against the wall outside of it. She took a step back and waited for him to talk, “I need to run to the gas station, come with me?” he asked.

“I don’t want to,” she responded softly. He gave her a pouty face and she ended up going anyways.

They walked to the gas station to get snacks and drinks before Kai sat at the bus stop bench, “what are you doing now?” V asked annoyed.

“I want to talk to you,”

“You talk enough, constantly,” she responded. Kai just sat smirking at her, so she sighed and sat down next him, looking in another direction.

A moment of silence went by before he spoke, “I don’t know how to talk to you, V,” he gently placed his fingers on her upper arm prompting her to snap her head and look him up and down as her reflex response.

“That’s crazy because you’re always talking,” she snapped.

He took his hand away. “I think I care about you, but I don’t know how to talk to you, and I only have a few things I want to say,” he looked into the distance, and she looked at him, “just say them,” she said.

She looked into his eyes when he spoke, “I’ve done some… really bad things. Some I won’t even admit. But they haunt me, eat at me, and I can’t get rid of them. I killed my family, kids too. And it got me locked away for 18 years. I came back and killed more of them, I didn’t learn anything from being there,” she still looked at him, listening, when he looked away to finish.

“There’s times I’m afraid I’m gonna kill you too. Or anybody, really. It’s not a revenge kick. I slept on the couch because I woke up with my hand on your throat and I thought about it for a split second. My entire life I’ve been the freak, feigning for hits of magic like a kid on drugs. I became the coven leader, and nothing really changed,” he stopped and looked at his hands before continuing.

“Except now I can feel things and I don’t know how to process. I remember everything I’ve done and I know it was wrong, but part of me still doesn’t care,” he sniffed and looked the other way to avoid tears before looking back down, “everything I’ve done in my life has been the wrong thing. I don’t know how to do the right thing. When I was in that prison world there were times I’d try to end it multiple times a day, now that I’m here I think about it a lot because I know it’d work this time. I’m not a good person, V, I never have been, someone like you shouldn’t be around me.”

“Look at me,” she spoke, “your family sucked, not you,” she moved his face to look at her with her finger, “they isolated you because you were different and they didn’t understand, that’s not on you. They beat you, didn’t let you touch or come near anybody, treated you different, and over time you turned yourself into somebody they thought you were. You tried being who you were, but everybody around you acted like you were different, so that’s who you became.”

“How do you know all this” he whispered.

“When I look at you I can see past the things not even you can see in yourself. I can see who you really are in that deep place, and I can see who your family made you out to be on the outside. You’re not evil, Kai.”

“You know what I’ve done, V—” he interrupted.

“I know what you’ve done, and I know your motives behind it. I still think what you’ve done says more about your family than it does you, because that’s who they built. I see you on the outside and see something they built in their image. Underneath that I see revenge, hatred, and an aimed vengeance. Deeper I see someone who wants to let it go but can’t because they hurt every aspect of your being. But deeper I see that you just hurt, all the time, and it doesn’t stop, and I get it, you’re confused a lot.”

There was a long pause, Kai looked away and V looked at him still.

She sighed and scooted closer to him, “you aren’t evil. Not only can I see that, but you prove it. A real psycho wouldn’t have had the conscious to sleep on the couch or talk to me about anything. If you were really a psycho with no feelings, I’d either be dead or you wouldn’t be here because you’d break the pact,” she grabbed his hand and he looked at her again.

“Get it through your head this time,” she spoke soft, “you aren’t evil. I’ve seen enough evil to see it a mile away and I wouldn’t want you that far away from me.”

She interlocked their fingers as they looked at each other. Kai had an expression on his face that told her he wanted to close the space between them but part of him didn’t believe what she was saying, he was scared and frustrated with himself.

She took her hand away to wrap her arms around his neck, bending her knees up onto the bus stop bench to her side and got closer to his face, “believe me,” she whispered before laying her lips on his.

He placed a hand on her waist and the other on her knee, giving into the kiss.

They moved their lips together for what felt like minutes but was only a few seconds before V pulled away with her arms still around him, “do you believe me then,” she asked.

“If I say no, will you kiss me again?” Kai said almost speechless.

V pulled him into another, more passionate kiss, rubbing her thumb through his hair as his hand made its way up to hers, placing the hand that was on her knee behind her, pulling her deeper.

She opened her eyes slowly, “we should head back,”

“If you promise you’ll do that again, okay,”

“Pinky swear.”

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[lala-ladybug]

Healing Hands: Chapter 2

I promise I’m not this fast at writing, I’ve just had the first few chapters laying around for a while lmao. Reblogs are appreciated!!

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

Read here on AO3

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Chapter 2: u guys r moding my night :(

There was chaos in the Wayne Manor. This was nothing unusual, of course, and today it even seemed to be surprisingly tame. But it was chaos nonetheless.

Timothy Drake-Wayne careened down the spiral staircase, catching himself with a well-timed front flip handspring, and skidded to a halt in the kitchen. Alfred briefly paused to look up from where he was preparing dough for a batch of homemade pasta, then offered the boy a smile and a greeting.

“Good evening, Master Drake. Dinner won’t be ready for another half-hour, I’m afraid.” Tim had opened his mouth to reply when a growl echoed from the nearby ballroom.

Jason Todd-Wayne sprinted into the kitchen brandishing a nerf gun. “There you are, replacement. You won’t get away with beating me this time.” He pulled back the reloader of the play-gun, making a threatening click ring through the kitchen.

“I’m afraid you are both late to the party,” Alfred calmly announced as he mixed ingredients together. “Miss Cain has been here for the past five minutes.”

Cass Cain-Wayne indeed poked her head out from where she had been perched beneath the bar. She gave her brothers a shit-eating grin and wiggled her fingers as way of a cheeky greeting.

Tim gave a groan as he and Jason begrudgingly handed some money over to their sister. “She cheats.” Cass stuck her tongue out at that. “Besides, racing you here was just an excuse to get my mind off waiting for midnight.”

“And because Alfred is the only one polite enough to actually listen to you rave about that stupid game,” Jason scoffed, sitting down at the bar to watch Alfred work.

“--thought I heard voices in the kitchen, oh there you are, little wing!” Dick Grayson-Wayne’s cheery voice came from the foyer, increasing in pitch as he spotted Jason and swept him up into a tight hug.

Barbara Gordon wheeled herself in not too long after, chuckling at the squirming Jason and delighted older brother.

Meanwhile Tim, who had taken offense to Jason’s insinuation, was reassuring Alfred that if he wanted the boys to leave him be he only ever had to ask. “It’s just that I’m so excited for the launch tonight, and you know B is too busy to hear about it.”

Jason had finally muscled his way out of Dick’s embrace as the latter’s attention focused on his youngest brother. “What launch are you talking about?” Dick asked, giving Cass a side hug.

“Oh, tonight is the release of this new VRMMORPG game called Mindscape!” Tim practically bounced as Dick came over to give him his hug too.

Dick gave Barbara a confused glance. “I know some of those words,” he nodded slowly. “So what’s got you so excited? Video games come out all the time.”

Tim rolled his eyes as he sat down beside Jason on the barstools. “Well yeah, but this game has groundbreaking virtual reality tech. Supposedly, the textures took five years and a team of almost 1000 artists.”

Jason put Tim into a headlock and said casually, “I’m surprised you haven’t heard replacement talking about this yet. He kinda won’t shut up about it.”

Cass nodded her head in solemn agreement while Tim struggled to get out of Jason’s grasp.

“Such are the woes of moving out.” Dick shrugged. “Sounds crash though, got room for one more?”

Tim finally shoved Jason off. “I actually bought enough passes that we can all play if you want,” he gave each of his siblings the biggest puppy-dog eyes he could manage.

Barbara snorted even as Dick pumped his fist in the air beside her. She wheeled herself up to the bar to pinch Jason, who was poised to jab his fingers into Tim’s sides. Jason yelped and glared at her as she said, “Sorry Timmy, I’d rather let someone else be the guinea pig for this new kind of tech. Besides, Dad will worry if I let myself get sucked into pouring too many hours into this.”

“Papa Gordon is a force to be reckoned with,” Dick attested earnestly. “Jay?” he prompted.

“Absolutely not,” Jason answered immediately. Tim was quick to protest. “But why? We could spend more time together! It’ll be good team-building.” Jason’s face soured at that.

Dick leaned in and stage-whispered, “Do I have to tell B to force you into family bonding? You know he’ll make you do it.”

Cass covered her silently laughing mouth with one hand as Jason threw his hands up in the air. “Fine, don’t get Bruce involved. I’ll play your stupid game,” he finally relented. Tim grinned at his win, then cast a hopeful look at Cass.

She pulled a face and signed No thank you. Better things to do than watch VR pornos.

Tim’s face blushed profusely as he opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off by Jason’s cackling. Even Alfred cracked a smile while he rolled the dough onto the ravioli press.

Once Jason quieted down, Tim crossed his arms and said, “Suit yourself. Looks like it’ll be no-girls-allowed anyway.”

“Guess we’d better tell Cassie that, Timbo,” Dick wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which Tim elected to ignore.

“Speaking of suits,” Alfred said while seamlessly spreading filling in the ravioli and placing another sheet on top of the press, “aren’t you boys going to miss the premiere if it is indeed at midnight?”

Tim looked imploringly at the two girls. “You wouldn’t be willing to trade shifts for your favorite brother, would you?”

* * *

Wally West strolled out of the zeta tube and into the Justice League’s satellite, known to himself and the other heroes as The Watchtower. He was dressed in a casual NASA t-shirt and jeans, slurping a smoothie, and playing a game on his phone.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made him look up. He was greeted with the sight of his old team, Aqualad, Superboy, Miss Martian, Rocket, Zatanna, and Artemis, waiting impatiently. They were dressed in full hero attire-- he didn’t even realize Artemis still had her costume-- and looked to him expectantly.

“Hey guys, what’s poppin’?” Wally grinned and gave his friends a lazy chin jerk.

“‘What’s poppin’?’ Babe, are you serious? You told us to meet here ASAP for an emergency. So you can tell us what exactly is ‘poppin’.” Ah yes, his Spitfire. Artemis Crock still wasn’t afraid to give him a piece of her mind. But this time it looked like everyone else was on her side too, as they nodded in agreement with her emphatic air quotes.

“Oh, uh yeah, Mindscape is coming out tonight!” He set his smoothie down on the table. “I got us all passes and I’m super stoked for the launch. It’s got this super cool new VR tech that’s basically being released for the first time ever. I got the equipment through my internship, so we’re all set! You guys are totally coming right?” He made finger guns at his increasingly exasperated friends.

Artemis facepalmed. Kaldur’ahm raised his eyebrows in that I’m disappointed in you but I’m not going to say it way of his and said, “Wally, with you and Artemis retired from the life, understand that we took this to be a literal emergency and rushed to your aid. Do not abuse our good intentions.”

“Seriously West, I have a lot on my plate right now!” Rochelle Ervin was also, apparently, a little upset with him. “You could’ve said it was about a dumb game.”

The speedster tried to do damage control with some lighthearted humor. “Hey guys, stay whelmed. I get it, I probably should have given a few more deets about this very-much-not-dumb game, but do you know how many candy bars I had to eat to win these passes?”

“This is why you’ve been spending so much on junk food?” Oh, he was in big trouble with Artemis now. “You probably didn’t have to eat all of them, babe.”

M’gann M’orzz, Connor Kent, and Zatanna Zatara looked similarly annoyed. Well, the girls did. Connor just looked like his usual brand of annoyed, which was honestly a small victory.

“So...” Wally felt a little sheepish now, “who wants in?”

The rest of the group exchanged a look. Artemis was the first to speak up. “Well, you’ve already invested too much of our money in this to turn back now.” She walked up to him and poked a finger at his chest. “But you owe me so many dinners for this.”

He grinned triumphantly. “Deal!”

Rochelle spoke up next. “Me and my plate don’t need any more helpings, thank you very much. I’ll see y’all at the next team reunion!” She flew out through the zeta tube.

Kaldur clapped him on the shoulder. “If you need any assistance, I will be there. But for now I am running Atlantis in Aquaman’s stead while he is off-world, and I must return to my duties.” He then bid the rest of the team farewell and stepped through the zeta tube.

“Haha, he said ‘duties.’” Wally said once he’d left, then winced as Artemis smacked his arm lightly. Lightly for her. Rubbing his arm, he looked imploringly at his other friends.

M’gann and Conner looked deep in a telepathic conversation, which was just awkwardly intense eye contact for onlookers. Zatanna crossed her arms and sighed, “Fine, why not. I didn’t have plans for the weekend anyway. Lead the way to your chocolate factory, Charlie.”

Connor, having caught the tail end of the conversation, looked confused at the reference. He shrugged and said, “I’m in, could be fun.”

M’gann gave her friends an apologetic smile. “Sorry guys, my uncle needs help back on Mars. There’s tensions between the white and green martians again, and he really needs me there to get it under control.”

She gave Connor a peck on the cheek and left to board the nearby Bioship.

“And then there were four,” Wally said with a smile. “Now let’s go make you guys some avatars!”

* * *

Bart Allen could hardly contain his excitement. Scratch that, he couldn’t contain his excitement! “Bouncing off the walls” may be an exaggeration for most people, but he was not most people. Being the grandson of The Flash certainly had its perks, and being able to literally bounce off the walls was one of them.

The cause of his excitement, his friends Timothy Drake-Wayne and Wally West, had just called to ask if Bart wanted extra passes to the premiere of the biggest video game of the decade. And uh, yeah duh he wanted them! He already had one he’d bought for himself, but bringing four extra friends? So totally crash.

He opened up his phone and pulled up the group chat titled Badass Babes.

CrashBandicoot: hey bitchez n babez (u kno who u r), u ready 4 the best videogame of the yr to drop?!

BlueMenace: ese, do you HAVE to type like that?

WonderBabe: yea it’s super annoying

CrashBandicoot: gtta go fast babez

CrashBandicoot: now answer the question

GreenMenace: oh i heard about that! mindscape, right? isn’t it some vr game

CrashBandicoot: yes! nd i got extra tix, so come ovr to cave

GirlBoss: No can do, got research tomorrow!

MaleWife: you always have research bae. sorry little speedster, gotta drive the lady to work

CrashBandicoot: u guys r moding my night :(

BlueMenace: totally not a word but I’ve got you cariño, be there in an hour

WonderBabe: ah what the heck, I’ve got nothing better to do

GreenMenace: always down to whoop ur ass in video games

CrashBandicoot: u wish

CrashBandicoot: roy?

Ginger1 is typing...

WonderBabe: it’ll be fun! more ~mingling~ with kids our age

Ginger2: Hold on, give him some time

Ginger1 is typing...

BlueMenace: Roy, I can pick you up on my way in if you want

Ginger1 has stopped typing.

Ginger2: Um, he says he’ll meet you guys there

Ginger2: He may have destroyed his phone with his “non-typing” hand

GreenMenace: pog

WonderBabe: see u guys soon!

Bart pumped his fist, then ran at top speed to his boyfriend Jaime’s house, where it looked like he was doing homework. Seriously, on a Friday night? Bart had absolutely no qualms about whisking him into his arms and making for the nearest zeta tube.

“Woah Bart, I said I needed an hour!” Jaime protested.

Bart rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you definitely don’t have anything due tonight, and we have to make your character online before the launch!”

Jaime just looked resigned as they sped into the zeta tube. He knew what he had signed up for.

#healing hands #jasonette #sword art online au #virtual reality #maribat #maribat fic #batfam #batfam fic #yj #yj fic #young justice #young justice fic

[criminalmindswhore]

I get it pt. 2

Part 2 of I get it. Apologies for the delay, I’ve been busy with school and college applications. 

Stepping into the pre sinc this morning, something felt wrong. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach and your skin crawled. You’re assistant met you at your office door and had a look on her face that said it all. “Another one?” She nodded slowly.  A loud groan was heard from across the station. Plopping down at your desk you sighed, “Let me see the file.” She handed it to you and immediately recognized the markings. An unsolved case from 2015 at the BAU. “I’m calling the BAU, this is their case.”

“Prentiss.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and spoke, “Hey.” Prentiss’ eyes flew open. “Y/n?” The pit in your stomach grew. “Hey Emily, we need help. Remember the case from 2015 where the unsub would carve a cross with an eye onto the stomachs?” You shoved down your undying love for Emily as you switched into professional mode. She heard the switch in tone and her heart ached. She missed hearing your voice, not your work voice but your real voice. “Uh- yeah, why is he in your area?” Her voice was shaky and full of fear. “Yeah he’s gotten 2 now, I waited till it was serial.” The tension was high, a mix of anger, and unrequited love. Words left unsaid, “Y/n I-“ “No, don’t. You’ve had 2 years to call me, text me, write me and I got nothing. No apology nothing. Now, I’ve moved on, I’m sure you and Jay are fine. I want this case to be professional, it’s my first serial case as captain.” Emily was dumbfounded by the hiss in your voice. “I- I uh complain agree, also um, JJ and I broke up shortly after you left.” Your heart rate sped up. “She could tell I wasn’t in it 100% so she broke it off. She wasn’t angry or anything, she understood once I explained it to her and I wish you would let me do the same.” Your heart sank due to the pain and crack in her voice. You did that to her, “We’ll talk when you get here, wheels up.” She smiled at the last two words. “Wheels up.”

“Hey guys I’m Officer Carter, Captain is in her office,” A young man greeted the agents at the doors, “she’ll join y’all soon. We have you set up in here.” He pointed to a small conference with glass walls. With a small nod and quick introductions the team started to work, Spencer pulled out a stack of files from his bag, “What are those?” Carter obviously wasn’t aware of the BAU’s previous case. “We actually had this case a couple of years ago, it went cold until now.” Spender awkwardly nodded as he explained. “Oh.” Carter nodded slowly, “Uh I’m gonna find Cap.” He left silently.

“Okay so, Reid work on geological profile, Rossi and JJ go talk to the victim’s family, Alvez and Lewis go see the ME. Matt and I will start looking through the crime scene photos for any change in signature.” Emily gave orders, “ME is downstairs first door on the left.” You announced as you leaned against the door, a large smile on your face. It warmed your heart to see all of them again. “Y/n!” Reid practically screamed as he launched himself at you. You wrapped your arms around him and breathed in his scent. He has always smelled like pine and old books. Cologne always made his skin break out. When he finally pulled away similar moments were had with the rest of the team before Emily interjected, “We need to get to work guys.” She seemed happy and upset at the same time. Reid sat at the table and you stepped towards Em, “What are thinking so far?”

A few hours later, the team was on to something and Alvez and Reid went to check out a lead. You popped your head in the conference just to get an update before you heading to get a cup of coffee. The small break room looked a lot better than you first got there but you couldn’t help but make a mental list of things that need work every time you went in there. “This couch has Y/L/N all over it.” You looked at Emily who had apparently followed you. “Yeah, it’s-” “Oh my God! This is the couch from your place in DC.” She ran her hand on the armrest and the same memory flew into both your minds.

The snow was only falling harder as you sat and watched a bad Christmas movie. A knock on the door startled you. Slipping your slippers on you padded to the door, surprised when Emily was there. “Hey, can I uh, come in?” You nodded and moved out of her way. She walked in and sat on the couch, her coat lying on the coffee table. “What’s up?” You sat beside her noticing how the snow stuck to her hair and eyelashes. Her cheeks a rosy color. “I like you. A lot. Hotch won’t like it but-” You shut her up by smashing your lips onto her cold ones. Laying almost on top of her.

“I thought the officers deserved a nice place to relax in between calls. I swear Lousiana is, a shit show to say the least.” She chuckled and sat down, you following suit. “Y/n, I am so truly sorry. I was so eaten up by you leaving and, I still can’t forgive myself for,” She paused tapping her bottom lip with her tongue, and took a calming breath. “For what I did to you. I was young and stupid. I thought that if I could come out with JJ, it would be easier with someone I actually loved. It makes no sense to me now or anyone else. I’m so sorry.” Tears threatened to spring from both your eyes as her phone started to ring. Secretly you were grateful for it, scared of telling her that you have missed her every day since that night at the bar. “Prentiss, okay, fall back, we’re on the way.” She shot up, “Get your guys, it’s go time” You walked out the break room announcing names, “If your name was called, get your gear and let’s roll. The BAU has the lead on this.” Walking into your office you got your own gear following the SVU’s in your patrol car.

By the time the unsub was on the bus to prison, you had made up your mind to tell Emily how you were feeling. Rossi could see your anxiety rising, ‘What’s going on in there? We got him, you can go back to drunken arguments and robberies.” You both chuckled, You leaned against a desk and sighed, “I miss the BAU. A lot. I just don’t know, everything with Emily.” Rossi took a deep breath, “Well they might need you. I’m stepping down from my position as sergeant. I’m still gonna be at the BAU.” A face of shock took over your face. “Prentiss is gonna need someone to fill my spot, and I know the team misses you.” You peered over at them packing up files and joking with each other, the mood much lighter now. “Just think about it.’ With that he went to help, Prentiss approaching you. “Can I ask you something?” She scrunched her eyebrows, “I hesitate to say yes, but yes.” She stood directly in front of you, “Did you still move into that apartment?” She slowly nodded, knowing that was leading to another question. “Is there still room for me and Ham?” Happiness flooded her veins, you were asking to come back to the BAU and be with her again. Emily couldn’t form a word so she just leaned into you and softly kissed you instead. The team and officers whooping, “Cap getting some!” You smiled and Emily flashed her famous, showstopping smile.

Two months later you and your french bulldog were moved into the apartment and you were moved into your office in the BAU. Rossi insisted that he take an office down the hall and you take his. Sitting in your desk chair you could hear JJ, Garcia, and Morgan teasing Reid. A knock at the door made you smile, “Come in.” Prentiss walked in holding a vase of flowers, “Congratulations on your own office in the FBI.” You stood up taking the flowers from her, setting them on the desk, and turning around to press a breath-taking kiss on her lips. She wrapped her arms around you waist, “What was that for?” You smiled, “I’m just happy to be back, and that JJ doesn’t hate my guts.” Emily swatted your hand, “Don’t say that, she could never, plus I think she slept with that Officer La-Mon-Goose.” You cackled, “LaMontange honey.” You felt as though the world was right again. You finally got it.

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#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #criminal minds #emily prentiss fanfic #paget brewster

[simsadventures]

Only Mine: Chapter 3: Dinner Date

Summary: The night you dreaded the most is here. The date night with Bucky.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, mobster AU, mafia

Word Count: 3485

A/N: I’m soooo excited that you guys like it so far! Let me know what you thought of this chapter, and what you’d like to see happen next. Love y’all!! xx

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To say you were nervous would be an understatement of the fucking century. You wanted to leave the city and never come back, but you knew that it wasn’t an option. First, you didn’t have enough money to build a new life somewhere far away from here, and secondly, you definitely didn’t have the courage to do so. Your whole life was here, in New York, and you didn’t want to give it up just because an asshole decided to bully you into having dinner with him.

Nat was furious, to say the least. She was planning a murder into great detail, and it was only then that you let yourself relax a little. She was telling you about a certain man being run through a meat grinder, and you had to laugh. Your best friend was a psychopath, and it was not up to debate. And you thought if you could be best friends with someone like her, you could definitely make it through one dinner.

Friday went on too quickly for your own good. Usually, your hours at work would tick slowly, and you’d be going little nuts before you could go home. But not on this Friday. Whenever you looked at the clock, it was always an hour or more later, and you prayed to whoever was listening to just stop the time so that you didn’t have to face Bucky.

By the time your workweek ended, a message had appeared on your screen. You hoped Nat was texting you to bring her some vodka for the weekend, but when you read the message, all blood rushed out of your face.

B: Wear something nice

Just like that, nothing more and nothing less. You so wanted to go make-up-less, in your old PJs just to see his pissed-off expression, but after last time, and the way he let one of his men hold you down as if you were a fucking criminal, you didn’t know if you had the nerve to face him like that again. What also pissed you about the message was the fact he simply texted you a command, no please, no sorry, nothing, and he didn’t even sign the message. For all, you knew it could be a wrong number.

You decided to play a little, even if you knew there was no chance of your victory.

Y/N: Who dis?

You knew he’d make a scene, and you looked cautiously around the people on the street, in case he was standing/sitting there somewhere, watching you like a hawk.

B: I told you not to play your fucking games with me, doll!

Y/N: Oh! I almost forgot a mobster was threatening me to go out on a dinner with him. Still haven’t changed your mind, bad boy?

You knew you were on thin ice, but you just couldn’t help yourself. He was by far the most infuriating person you’ve ever had the chance to meet. And you hope tonight would be the last time you saw or heard from him. You saw the three dots in the left bottom twirling, but you decided that you had enough, at least until you came home. You put your phone off airplane mode, put on some good music, and walked home.

When you reached your apartment, it was already half-past five, and you knew you didn’t have that much time to get ready. So you threw your phone away and marched to the bathroom. Even though you knew it wasn’t technically a date, and that you definitely didn’t want it to be a date, you still wanted to look representable. Not for Bucky, God forbid, but for yourself. You washed your hair, shaved from head to toe (and only because you wanted to wear that short dress, nothing more, you told yourself), scrubbed your face clean of all the dirt it caught during the day and applied a new full-face on.

By the time you were done, it was quarter to 7, and your heart gave an involuntary jump. You wanted to stay at home, with a glass of wine and a good book, maybe even order a pizza if you were feeling like it, but no. You had to go out on a date with a freaking mobster. Just your luck. You went to check your phone for new messages and then horrified realised you still had on the plane-mode. You quickly turned it off and waited until your signal came on.

When it did, your phone wouldn’t stop vibrating in your hand from the vast number of messages you received. Sure, some were from your friends, few from your mother telling you all about her day and how you dad was acting like a jerk again, but most of them were from the unknown number you knew was Bucky’s.

17:01 B: That big mouth of yours will get you into trouble one day.

17:05 B: Don’t taunt me, Y/N.

17:20 B: You giving me the silent treatment now? You think that’s a good choice?

17:34 B: You’re not as smart as I thought you were. Ignoring me won’t get you anywhere.

17:57 B: I swear to God if you aren’t at your place by the time I get there, all hell will break loose, I can promise you that.

18:09 B: Y/N????

18:15 B: ARE YOU OK?

18:21 B: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

18:27 B: ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE, Y/N!!!!

18:30 B: I’m coming for you!!!

You stared, horrified at your phone. You knew he’d be there any minute now, but you texted him nevertheless, trying to put out the fire before he had the chance to stand face to face with you.

18:48 Y/N: I accidentally left my phone of airplane-mode. I’m fine, and I’m ready. Calm down, Romeo.

You were most definitely getting hurt for your snarky remarks, but this man brought something in you, and that something definitely wasn’t of the good sort. You could see the three dots again, but then they disappeared. Suddenly, you could hear the sound of the door buzzer, telling you someone was standing outside of the apartment building. You quickly grabbed your purse and ran out of the door.

You took your time ascending the stairs, first and foremost because you didn’t want to break your leg in those heels, and then also because you knew Bucky would be pissing himself in the car. When you finally stepped outside, the giant guy from the other day (Dax, Drogs, Dork? whatever) was waiting for you, with his arms crossed over his chest. You wanted to be polite, so you smiled at him a little and nodded your head, but the only reaction you got was a low growl and him grabbing your upper arm to lead you towards the black SUV. What a cliché!

“Get in,” the guy hollered and pretty much pushed you into the open door in the back. “Ouch! Are all gentlemen fucking dead, or what?” You hissed as you bumped your head at the entrance.

“Because you’re such a ladylike!” Somebody growled from inside the car, and you had to squint to see that it was Bucky, seated at the other side. “Whatever,” you muttered and slammed the door, turning away from him. How you wished to be anywhere else at that moment.

The ride to the restaurant (at least you hoped it would be a restaurant and that he wasn’t driving you to an abandoned slaughterhouse to have some fun with you (yeah, you had to idea what mobsters did for fun).  

When the car halted to a stop, everyone got out of the car, leaving you behind. Both the driver and the big guy stood next to Bucky, and you could see other men flying around the area, swooping it from anyone they didn’t like. But nobody gave a shit about you. You sat there with a smirk on your face. Maybe he’ll forget you were there in the first place and you could actually have the night you wanted. At the same time, you were thinking about how he could’ve had so many women when he didn’t even know how to treat one. Not that you wished he treated you like those girls, but still. He took you out for dinner, and he didn’t even make sure you actually got out of the car.

He seemed to have realised that it actually took to people to have this weird “date”, and he turned around, confused look on his face, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his arms as if to tell you what the hell is wrong with you.

You just cocked your head and got out of the car. “Waiting on an official invitation, princess?” Smirk plastered all over his face, and you wanted to do nothing more than to wipe it off. You smiled sweetly at him and patted his shoulder. “Oh, no, I was just waiting when or if you even noticed that the girl you took on dinner wasn’t even there. You know, waiting for you to pull your head out of your ass and stop treating me like a pet, but,” you scoffed, “I guess I would want too much, huh?” You said, stepped around his security and went inside the restaurant.

Bucky stood there, wordlessly as if someone took his favourite toy. All the girls always jumped at the first opportunity to be with him, he could be a first-class asshole, and they would giggle and blush. He was so used to getting what he wanted, that when suddenly someone wasn’t acting according to the used pattern, he didn’t really know what to do.

The girl at the desk welcoming and seating the guest looks at you, waiting for you to tell her your name so she could see if you had a reservation.

“Barnes.” You say with a sweet smile, and her eyes go a little wide. But because she doesn’t see him anywhere, she frowns a little. “I know Mr Barnes, and I’m sorry Miss, but you don’t seem like him.”

Someone obviously entered in that moment and from the look of terror on her face, you don’t have to guess who it is. “You have a good eye, Linda, she really isn’t Mr Barnes. How about we skip the pleasantries, and you show us to my table?” She quickly nodded, and almost ran towards the most distant part of the restaurant, which was hidden behind a thing looking like a curtain. When she pushed the fabric away, you could see one table behind it, lit with candle lights. It would be romantic, hadn’t you know that he brought there probably every girl who slept with him. And if it wasn’t Bucky, of course.

You didn’t wait for him to tell you to go sit down. You couldn’t help yourself, but Bucky looked confused as hell ever since you got into his car. When you were both seated, another girl came in with two menus in her hand. But before she could distribute them, Bucky waved his hand to stop her. “No need. We know what we want. A bottle of your best Merlot, the beefsteak, medium, tell Mark that it’s for me, he’ll know what to do with it. And your spring salad for the lady.”

You clenched your jaw. You hated when people spoke for you. You weren’t a 5-year-old, and you definitely wouldn’t let someone as arrogant as Bucky to speak for you.

“Actually,” you said and look pointedly at Bucky, “I don’t drink red, so please, a glass of Chardonnay and sparkling water. And I sure as hell am not gonna eat a salad here. I heard your chef makes mean salmon?” You asked, and the girl just nodded, obviously flustered from the whole encounter. “Good, then a salmon with grilled vegetable for me, thank you.” The girl hurried away, and when she was behind the curtain, Bucky’s voice boomed at you.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What? Are you so insecure that you won’t even allow me to pick the food for myself? I’m a capable human being, well… at least very capable of making an order for myself. I’m not one of your easy girls, who’d agree with anything you said, or whatever they do. I’m my own person, Bucky, and if you don’t want me to get up right now, you better start treating me like that.”

Silence followed your little outburst. You could see Bucky fighting himself not to yell at you, his fists clenching and unclenching, just like his jaw. You weren’t feeling comfortable with him. He was so easily angered that you didn’t know what you could say, and what would be too much. Sure, you had the tendency to talk too much and be a sarcastic shit, overall, but that didn’t mean he could treat you as if you didn’t have a brain or any options. Whatever he thought, you still could walk out of there. Threats or not, you weren’t about to let him walk all over you.

“So, can we be civil now, or are you still gonna order me around and threaten me?” You asked with a small smirk playing on your lips.

“I haven’t threatened you yet, doll. And you sure as hell don’t want me to, trust me.”

“Oh, I trust you alright in that. Tell me about your day, mafia doing good?”

He squinted his eyes and cocked his head to the right. “Did you just ask me if mafia was doing good?” He asked, disbelief laced in his voice. The corners of your mouth were twitching, and you wanted to start laughing so bad. You were so nervous because of him that you said pretty much the first thing that came to your mind.

You could see him bite his lower lip, his jaw tensing a little, and a slight smile appeared on his face. When you let your mouth do what it needed, you burst out laughing, and Bucky soon joined you. It was the first relaxed thing the two of you did together (if we don’t count that particular night) and relief washed over you. So the guy can laugh, from time to time, you thought.

“Yeah, mafia doing great. How about the publishing house you’re working at, prospering and all?”

“I’d ask how you knew about where I worked, but I don’t even wanna know. Yeah, work’s good. I always imagined it a little differently, you know, the whole publishing process and I’m still not at the position I’ve always dreamt about, but I’m getting there.” You smiled at him.

“And what is it you want to do?”

You weren’t sure if he were really interested in what you were saying, but you decided to let it go. He asked, and that’s what counted. “I wanna be the person who says if and how something gets published. I wanna just read scripts and all that and decide whether it’s something our reader would enjoy or not. Pretty much my bosses position, you know? But I guess I’m doing the second-best thing. I now make sure that whatever gets out to the bookstores is the most polished version. It’s a pretty good job, and I really shouldn’t complain. Sorry, I’m rambling,” you realised and shut up.

People always told you that you talked too much sometimes, and you were aware of it, but when you were nervous, or you talked about something really close to your heart, you just couldn’t help it. And at that moment, you were both.

“Don’t apologise. I can see that it’s something you’re very passionate about. And I like the passionate side of you.” He winked at you, and you couldn’t help it and stuck your tongue at him. He laughed and shook your head at your childishness.

When the waitress came with the food, Bucky’s posture changed utterly. While it was just the two of you, and he was listening to you talk, he slouched a little, and his whole face relaxed. But when the girl walked through the curtain, he became the feared mafia boss again. And you hated to admit it to yourself, but you actually liked the previous, smirking, funny version of him, and this mobster guy was pissing you off a little. He was so self-assured and was letting everyone around him know, who the boss was.

The rest of the night undulated between these two positions or two faces of his, and you were now more intrigued than anything else. But after he paid for your dinner, only one face stayed plastered on him, and you felt a little disappointed.

He once again didn’t even wait on you as he was leaving the restaurant with his bodyguards, didn’t open the door for you, he was once again acting as if you were an object, forgetting about your presence. You were just one of the many girls, and he was showing you precisely what he thought of you.

“Peter, drive us to my apartment,” Bucky told the young guy who was driving, and you looked at him, confused.

“Don’t you wanna drop me off first?”

“Ha! You’re going with me, doll. The night’s still young, and we can have plenty of fun together.” He said slyly and touched your exposed knee. You swatted his hand away and looked at him, disgusted.

“I’m not going home with you, Bucky. Not a fucking chance. Peter? Could you drop me off at my apartment and then do whatever you want with your boss?” You leaned in closer to the front of the car and said to the driver.

“Who do you think you are? You do as I say!” Bucky now all but screamed.

“Watch yourself! I’m not your fucking pet, Barnes! If I don’t wanna go anywhere with you, then I’m not going. End of the story. I’m not gonna let an arrogant idiot tell me what I can and cannot do.” You took a deep breath and looked Bucky in the eye.

“Look, let’s just call it a night, and life? I mean, we both found out that this would never work, not that I didn’t know it before tonight, but still. I’m not a girl you can order around, and you’re not a guy I’m looking for, so let’s just part ways and never see each other again. Let’s not make this a pissing competition for you, you don’t have to prove yourself anything. I’m just too much myself, and you need someone unsure of themselves so that you could mould them into the person you want them to be.”

Bucky cleared his throat but kept looking at you, as if you fell out of the sky. Like you were an alien, speaking different language. Peter was watching him through the mirror, and Bucky just nodded at him, letting him know that he could drop you off first.

He was studying your face and your body even when you turned away from him and stared out of the window. You knew, or at least really really hoped that there was a decent human being under that pile of shit Bucky was presenting as himself. Peter stopped in front of your apartment building, and you thanked him silently. You turned to say goodbye to Bucky, but he didn’t even acknowledge your presence. You patted his thigh nevertheless and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“Learn to not be so tough all the time, Bucky. When you let go of this bad boy image, you’ll be an alright guy.”

You didn’t wait for his reaction and got out of the car, and rushed towards your door. Your heart was in your throat that you actually told him that, but calmed down when no-one followed you. This was interesting, to say the least, you thought to yourself, and hurried upstairs to tell Natasha all about the night.

What you didn’t know was that Bucky didn’t speak all the way to his villa, where he spent most of his time, especially when he didn’t plan on bringing a girl “home”. He owned the apartment solely for the reason to have something in the centre so that he didn’t have to drive too long before he could fuck them. But of the things going down with his business, and the place he called home was his villa.

He didn’t understand what was happening. He actually enjoyed talking to you, you had a brain, an ambition, and it was interesting to hear about your dreams and such. But then something would switch, and you wouldn’t give him a look, even. He wasn’t used to getting the silent treatment from anyone, and he both wanted to curse the night he met you, but at the same time wanted to get to know you better. He just didn’t know which side of him was winning.

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Guilt and Love Chapter 4

“So demon spawn whos this soulmate we’ve heard so much about?” Teased Jason at dinner. “None of your business Todd.” Damian replied curtly. Dick started to crack up, “He-he has Ladybug on one wrist! And a French girl on another!” Jason almost spat out his steak, “Two soulmates?! Damnnnn. When’d you get so smooth?” Damian rolled his eyes. “Well, not really smooth if one is an insect!” Dick continued chuckling. Jason joined his laughter while Tim stifled a laugh. Bruce decided his son probably had enough ridicule, “That’s enough boys.”

“Fineee.” Jason snickered until he was able to calm himself down. Damian picked at his food, something didn’t sit right with that blonde kid and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He was barely paying attention to his family’s antics. He also couldn’t stop thinking about the Ladybug on his wrist. Some kind of superhero maybe? Damian stood up from his seat at the table and began to walk down to the batcave. “Where are you going?” Tim asked. “I need to research a certain blonde heathen.”

Turns out the blonde heathen was a model named Adrien Agreste, son of the famous designer Gabriel. Damian researched him for hours on end without avail. He recognized the presence of everyone who walked down to the batcave and when they realized he wouldn’t leave the computer he recognized their departure too. Damian couldn’t find anything all that helpful so he switched gears to look for superheroes named Ladybug. He didn’t expect to find anything but oddly enough there were thousands of hits, he clicked on the first site, a video clip.

“Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news! Nadja Chamack reporting live on the akuma Queen Wasp. Here are our heroes Ladybug and Chat Noir on the scene once again!” “Ladybug”...Marinette had also mentioned her Damian realized. She’d also mentioned Chat Noir, but as if he did something wrong… He quickly changed gears and searched Chat Noir. The post from the Ladyblog came up.

As of 2:27pm this Thursday Ladybug has confirmed that Chat Noir is no longer coming to fight akumas. Did our dynamic duo have a falling out? Stay tuned! Alya, Ladyblogger out!

‘Interesting’, Damian thought. ‘Marinette called that kid Chat. Maybe there is a correlation.’

“Damian it’s three am.” Dick said as he walked over to the boy at the computer. “And?” Damian asked, eyes still glued on the screen. “And don’t you want to be well-rested for your little coffee date tomorrow?” Damian narrowed his eyes at his brother, “How did you know about that?” Dick punched Damian in the arm playfully, “Hah you’re not denying it’s a date. And I may have overheard…” Damian scowled, “Overheard or eavesdropped?” “Who can say really?” Damian growled, “I can’t believe you.”

“Don’t change the subject. Come on you have to sleep.” Damian rolled his eyes, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” He continued scrolling trying to learn about Chat Noir and Ladybug. “Hey that’s my line!” Tim said as he rushed into the room with coffee in hand. “First Grayson now Drake, you just keep multiplying.” Dick picked Damian up much to his chagrin, but he was too tired and Dick was far too much bigger than him so he squirmed until he realized he wasn’t going to win this battle. Dick threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried him to his room.

Dick threw his adopted brother on his bed, “Stay.” “Not a dog Grayson!” Dick chuckled, that statement was the last thing to come out of Damian’s mouth before he drifted to sleep.

Damian woke up to the sound of his phone ringing, it was 8:30am, he should’ve woken up awhile ago. He answered the phone groggily, not checking the caller ID. “Yes?!”

“Oh my gosh! I’m sorry did I wake you up?!” Asked a panicked girl with a heavy French accent on the other end. “Marinette? No, no sorry. What were you calling about.” He perked up a little. “I was just calling to see when you wanted to go for coffee.” Damian winced when he remembered the time, “Maybe make that brunch. How about 10?” Damian could practically see Marinette’s grin over the phone in her answer, “Sounds amazing! Where would you like to meet?” Damian was a little groggy but he still wanted to treat Marinette well, as she should be treated, “Can I have the address of your hotel? I can pick you up and take you somewhere. Maybe give a small tour of Gotham since you haven’t been here before.” He wasn’t nervous for her response, no way. He wasn’t afraid she was going to yell at him for asking for the place she was staying, absolutely not. It was ridiculous to imply such a thing.

“Sounds perfect! I’ll send you where I’m staying!” Marinette exclaimed. Damian let out some breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Perfect, I’ll be there at 10 sharp.”

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Marinette brushed her hair once more for good measure. “Can you imagine Tikki?! He’s so chivalrous, he’s picking me up!” She sighed dreamily as Tikki giggled. “I hope you enjoy the date Marinette, you deserve it!” Marinette grinned as she took her purse and walked out of her room.

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“Oh Marinette where are you going?” Asked Lila with a sickening sweetness. “None of your business Lila.” Lila faked sniffling and Marinette turned around, prepared to tell her off but then saw her surrounded by the whole French class. They were not happy, even Adrien who was normally impartial. “Are you going off with that Wayne kid?” Adrien asked stone faced. “So what if I am?” Marinette asked her ex partner. He ran after her and dug his nails into her skin, “Don’t leave. He’s bad news.” Marinette struggled, “Let go of me Adrien!”

“You heard the lady.” Said a voice causing Adrien to jump back. There in full glory stood Red Hood, Nightwing, and Red Robin. “W-what are you doing here?!” Squeaked the model. The class gawked at the heroes before them. Dick wanted to say they were here to check on their newest member of the family, but he figured Damian would not appreciate them giving away their identities. “That’s not important, but what is important is not touching a girl when she says no. And what’s important is not just standing by and letting it happen!” Jason, the hothead he was, yelled at the class. The class fled tails between their legs out of the lobby.

Marinette smiled, “Thank you. That was much appreciated! So I’m guessing Robin told you I’m his soulmate…” Marinette was a little surprised, Robin had seemed so...Not like the others. If he teammates were kind maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. “Wait, wait you met Robin?” Marinette gave them a confused look, “Uh yes…” Nightwing stood in shock, “Do you know his identity?” Marinette shook her head, “Of course not. Believe me I know how important secret identities are.” Nightwing stood in a stupor just like his brothers, this meant she had two names on her wrist like Damian. ‘Could this mean Marinette was Lad-‘ Nightwing’s head started to pound. ‘What was I thinking about? I can’t remember.’

Damian walked into the lobby of the Wayne hotel, when he saw his brothers in costume talking to Marinette he immediately regretted telling them where she was staying. Damian gave them the death stare as Marinette skipped up to him. Nightwing gave him a look, it said ‘I need to tell you something.’ Damian nodded at the silent communication and headed out with Marinette.

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“So Damian I need to tell you something.” Marinette fidgeted with her fork not looking her soulmate in the eyes. She felt so bad that she hadn’t immediately told him that she had two soulmates. A loud ringing made Damian fall out of their engrossed conversation. He checked his phone and almost gasped, “I’m sorry, Marinette but I really have to go. To be continued?” Marinette nodded, although she was enjoying his company she was nervous to tell him about her second soulmate. “I’m going to call my butler to pick you up.”

“B-butler?!” Marinette exclaimed. Damian gave her an odd look, “Uh yeah…” The pieces started to click in Marinette’s mind. She hid her face in her hands, “Oh my god you’re that Damian Wayne!” She banged her head on the table. Damian almost chuckled, although it was refreshing to know his soulmate was sweet to him without knowing he was rich. “I’m going to have to take the car I drove you in, but Alfred will be around soon. Let’s do this again soon Marinette, if you’re available, of course.” Damian said shyly. Marinette nodded as she stifled a blush. ‘She’s kind of adorable’ Damian mused as he left the café. He checked his notification from his father once more, it simply read “Killer Croc”. Damn it why couldn’t Damian just live in a normal city?!

~~~~~~~

Croc wasn’t all that difficult, especially not with him, his father and all his ‘brothers’ there to help. What was difficult was explaining to his brothers that he never met Marinette as Robin.

“I’m telling you Grayson, the only time I’ve ever seen Marinette was as Damian.” He protested. “But baby bird, if that’s true that means your soulmate was lying about meeting Robin!” Dick said, millions of warning signals going off in his head. Damian shook his head, “Or it means she met somebody she thinks was Robin. Drake pull up the security footage from Marinette’s hotel, specifically last night.”

Tim pulled up the feed and Damian scowled, oh how heads were going to roll...

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Daughter Figure.

Daughter Figure.  

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Al Olinsky x Reader

Requested by: Anon

#32 with Al Olinsky, reader is his partner, but he sees her as a daughter.  

#32. "I know I don't say this often, nor do I show it, but I love you." ... "I know."

Warning: fluff, hurt Y/N

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“Alright, Y/N, can you hear me?”

“Loud and clear.” You murmured, smiling at the tall man you just passed.

The team was currently in undercover mode to try and capture one of the bad guys that’s been wanted list for longest time. You were inside the bar that was suspected to get one of suspects, Kevin was not far away acting like the bodyguard/bouncer, while Adam and Al were working as bar tenders.

“How are you feeling?”

You continued making your way past everyone, looking for the man that name was given up. “Feeling a bit better, everyone really had me scared when y’all suggested that I’d wear a short dress.” You teased lightly, still maneuvering past the crowds.

You heard Al snort, which had you fighting to not smile. Pretty soon you heard Adam talk. “I was not gonna let Y/N go out like that, can you imagine me blowing our cover because I had to keep off the men off of her?”

This time you snorted and took a small sip of your drink. “Overprotective much.” You replied, and just as you felt like the rest of them team was going to weigh in, you finally found the person you were looking for. “Found him, I’m going to approach him, now.”

The line went a bit silent and you heard Voight telling you to be careful, fluffing up hair and pulling your top up, you started to make your way towards the suspect who was sitting in the V.I.P section. Finally, you decided to act drunk, so you stumbled past them, accidentally tripped and spilled your drink on his lap, letting out a loud gasp you turned to the man.

“Oh my god, I’m sooo rry.” You slurred, swaying a bit. The man you guy you spilled your drink on stood up and gave you a small smile.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind getting spilled drinks on my lap when it comes from a cute girl like you.”

You let out a drunk giggle. “I betcha you tell every girl that.” you said, leaning against his body now. The man wrapped his arm around your waist, and you began to touch his chest. “Say, why don’t you leave the bar with me, go somewhere else and have a bit of fun.”

The man smiled, and you giggled, following as he lead the both of you out, just where you and the team wanted, glancing back you gave a small signal to the guys and relaxed a bit more, when you noticed Al following to make sure you were going to be alright.

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It all happened way to quickly.

It happened way to quickly for Al Olinsky, or anyone for that matter, to comprehend what just had happened. After catching the man last night, Voight took his cage, he confessed where the stash house was, they all suited up and were going to catch everyone else.

But things went sideways pretty fast, Y/N was supposed to be standing behind Jay, her gun up ready to shoot, but when he kicked down the door, a two shots rang out. The door happened to have a small trap that would shoot when knocked open, something that they weren’t told.

Jay had managed to get out the way, but Y/N wasn’t so lucky. As soon as the gun shot, Y/N was hit and everyone watched in horror.

“Y/N!” Al yelled, rushing towards you, and putting pressure on your wounds, on your lower abdomen, and the other on your shoulder. “You’re going to be okay, sweetheart. Stay with me, Y/N, just stay with me.”

Hank was growling commands at everyone, while he kneeled on your other side, Kim was paging the ambo, the rest of the team left to investigate, and try to find whatever evidence they can use to find the bad guy.

You were gasping for a bit of air, and everything seemed to be muffled all around. Al was besides you, ripping off your vest. “Where’s the ambo!” he yelled, Kim turned to him.

“They’re on their way, they’re three minutes out.” She stammered.

Al just nodded and continued to help you, while Hank took off his jacket and made into a pillow to levitate your head. “She’s losing a lot of blood.” He muttered to Al, who just clenched his empty fist and looked around.

Kim soon joined and took over in keeping your shoulder pressured, when finally, the ambo arrived. Sylvie and Gabby both got off and rushed over. “What happened?” Gabby ordered.

“Trap, the door had a gun ready to fire when he knocked it down, it hit Y/N on the lower abdomen and her shoulder.” Olinsky explained. The paramedics both nodded and quickly go to work, putting the oxygen mask, and everything.

“Syvlie call Med, tell them we’re on our way with Y/N.” Gabby ordered.

Hank pulled out his phone. “Don’t, I got it, you girls just rush to Med. Kim, Olinsky ride with them.” He commanded and the both nodded, they helped the girls and took off, Al rode back with Gabby, while Kim rode up in front with Sylvie.

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By the time the team arrived at Med, Kim was on the chair, looking blankly ahead, while Olinsky was pacing. Hank entered the small waiting room first. “Anything?”

Kim looked up and shook her head. “All the doctors are busy, and we haven’t heard anything on her since we arrived, we’ve tried asking Maggie, but she’s currently busy trying to place whatever victims they’re bringing from the other hospital.”

Hank nodded, and Adam made his way over, and sat next to Kim, while the rest started to sit down, a few minutes later, Trudy entered the room, heading straight towards Hank and Olinsky. They stayed there for the next few hours, some heading down to get coffee. It was finally night time, and Will along with some other friends joined them, waiting, when Connor finally stepped out.

Voight and Olinsky stood up. “How is she doc?”

Connor sighed. “It was rough, we almost lost her, but she’s a fighter and hanged on, but she’s going to be alright, she will have to sit out from her job to recover.”

Everyone let out a breath of relief, and Al nodded. “Can we go see her?” he asked. Connor nodded.

“Yes, but one at a time for now, she’s just waking up and we don’t want to overwhelm her.” Connor replied, Hank shook his hand, and Connor told them all Y/N’s room number, assuring them after another hour, they can all go in her room and visit her.

Hank turned to Olinsky and patted his back “You can go first, we can all wait another hour.” He said, Al looked at him and nodded and made his way towards Y/N’s room, he knocked the door, before opening it.

Entering the room, he saw Y/N laying there still asleep, he slowly made his way inside, closing the door behind him, and made his way towards the empty chair recliner that was there. He scooted the chair closer to the bed, and he slipped his hand into yours and held it, he brought up to his forehead and then pressed a light small kiss.

Y/N began to stir, and Al stood up. “Y/N?”

You let out a small whine and felt your body ache all over. You could hear someone calling your name, so slowly you opened your eyes, and saw Al standing there. “Al?” you called out weakly.

Al smiled softly at you. “Hey, Y/N.”

You let out a small cough and Al grabbed the glass of water that was there and helped you drink it. “What happened?”

“Gave us quite a scare, the mission went wrong, it was a set up and when Jay kicked open the door, a gun was set up to shoot, and you got hit twice.”

“That explains why my whole body feels heavy and it aches”

Al sat back down and stared at you. "I know I don't say this often, nor do I show it, but I love you."

You looked up at and stared at him, after a minute you gave him a small smile. "I know."

Al snorted. “I like that reference.” Giggling you smiled and scooted a bit closer to him. “You know I see you as my daughter figure.”

“Daughter figure?”

“Yeah, you know how you often say that you seem me as you father figure, well I see you as my daughter figure.”

You blushed a bit and nodded. “Okay, does that mean that I can call you dad at times.” You lightly teased, wincing. Al smiled and nodded.

“Sure thing, kiddo.”

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Galentine’s Day

A very belated @cmbingo entry. Galentine’s Day stuff happens but it’s not the main/sole focus. This piece will be followed up by another CM Bingo story.

WC: 1,021

TW: The first half is naughty and suggestive? 😆

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“Speeencer,” McKinley called softly as she stepped into her bedroom, coffee in hand. She chuckled at the sight of her boyfriend curled under the covers.

“I know you’re not asleep, you goof,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I heard you brushing your teeth not five minutes ago.”

He turned around, his back to McKinley, and snored dramatically.

“You still have toothpaste on your lips!”

Spencer inched his hand out from under the sheets and crooked his finger at her.

“Then come clean me up like you did last night,” he mumbled drowsily.

“Excuse me?” McKinley exclaimed, plunking the coffee onto the nightstand.

“You heard what I sa- gah!” Spencer cried in protest. She had yanked the sheets away from him, leaving him exposed to the cool air.

He rolled onto his back. “That’s just mean.”

McKinley leaned over him, shaking a finger in his face.

“I am a lady, and I will not be spoken to in a caddish manner,” she scolded.

Spencer reached up for a kiss – Yum, peppermint – eliciting a soft “Eek!” from McKinley when he pulled her down onto the bed.

“All I wanted was to spend a little time with you before heading out for Galentine’s with the ladies.”

“Isn’t that a day for single women?”

“Specifically, yes, but generally speaking it’s a day to enjoy time with girl friends. Emily’s dating, but she’ll be there too.”

“I don’t want you to go,” he whined, pressing another kiss to her lips.

“Well I can’t back out now, it’d be rude! Penny’s been planning this for weeks.”

Spencer flipped her over so she was beneath him. “You sure I can’t persuade you to stay?” he asked, nuzzling his face into McKinley’s neck, making it impossible for her to concentrate. Cheeky devil knew she was powerless against the beard.

“Again, I can’t…What’s-Her-Name would be upset!”

Spencer crawled down the bed to use her belly as a pillow. “You could tell them you have a headache,” he suggested, nudging her shirt up with his chin.

“Are you asking – that tickles! – are you asking me to lie to our friends so we can have sexy times?” she asked, ruffling his hair.

“I’m begging you to,” he pouted.

McKinley shook her head. “Spencer Dylan Reid, I am very disappointed in you!”

“Oooh, middle name. I am in trouble,” he snickered, continuing to tickle her with his scruff.

“Have you no shame, sir?”

“Not at the moment, no,” he answered, flashing his soft brown eyes at her.

She nearly lost it right then and there. “Stop it with the eye thing.”

“What eye thing?” he smirked. “Oof!”

McKinley had thumped a pillow upside his head.

“Seriously, I need to leave in an hour,” she giggled.

“Oh, good, we have plenty of time then,” he muttered, playing with the waistband of her pajama pants.

…

McKinley was only 15 minutes late, which was impressive, considering she’d had to shower again. She rushed into the café, unwinding her scarf as she slid into the booth where Emily, Tara, and Penelope sat waiting.

“Sorry, I slept through my alarm,” McKinley apologized. “Thanks for ordering my panini.”

Emily pushed the plate across the table, eyeing her strangely. “No problem.”

Swallowing a bite, McKinley glanced around the café. “Oh, yeah. JJ’s relaxing at home with Will, right?”

“No, Will’s working today. She got stuck in traffic after dropping off the boys at school.”

“Damn,” thought McKinley. “I didn’t expect her to hang around me after the L.A. incident. This is gonna be awkward.”

“Good,” McKinley nodded, her voice slightly pitchy. “She can take a day for herself, turn off agent mode.” And Mom. And wife…

“Anyway, you seem well-rested,” Emily commented.

“Yeah, I guess I needed that extra hour,” McKinley shrugged.

Emily grinned. “Is that extra hour why you’ve got a sway in your step and a hickey on your neck?”

“Shit.”

“What?! Oh em gee, since when?” Penny squealed.

“Yes, when exactly?” Tara added. “It’s important for the over-under.”

McKinley glared at them. “You’re terrible people, and y’all just gonna have to get your money back, because I ain’t tellin’.”

“Awww, c'mon,” Penny pleaded, her pouty face impossible to deny. “How about one juicy-but-not-in-a-dirty-way detail. Please?”

McKinley relented. “Spencer uses my ticklishness to his full advantage. There, are you satisfied?”

“Very,” Penny squeaked gleefully.

Emily squinted her eyes in thought. “So that’s why he’s been growing out his beard.”

They all broke into the naughtiest smiles, silently asking McKinley the same question.

Head in her hands, she confirmed their suspicions. “Yes, when I say his full advantage, I mean his full advantage…including what you’re thinking of right now.”

…

Penelope sure knew how to pack all the fun into a single day. They walked what felt like the whole city, overindulged at a wine tasting, took in a movie, and embraced the “shop ‘til you drop” mantra.

Being with a group took the pressure off of having to chat with JJ, who stuck to Emily’s side. Really the only awkward moment was Penelope insisting that McKinley get lingerie, even offering to pay for it herself. She agreed so JJ didn’t have to give Penelope her input like Emily and Tara.

They now sat in Emily’s living room, the conversation easy and free, letting McKinley’s mind wander.

“Ley, what’re you thinking about so hard?” Emily asked.

“How I’ve never had gal pals before,” McKinley replied, enough alcohol in her to open up. “I’m so grateful you’re my friends.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

“I sometimes wonder what would’ve happened if I’d stayed in London instead of coming to D.C., but I don’t let myself dwell on ‘what ifs.’ Things are what they are, and now I can’t imagine life without you all…or Spencer.”

There was a chorus of ‘awwws’ from the ladies, except for JJ, who walked away to grab more drinks and snacks.

“Girl, you. are. blushing,” Penny teased.

“It’s the wine,” McKinley snorted. “Let’s just watch some stupid rom-coms and play board games.”

All things considered, the day had gone surprisingly well.

She should’ve left it at that.

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The Greatest Show: Chapter Two

A/N: So it’s been a journey uploading this. Not only did my wifi stop working, but my laptop also decided to be dumb and not work. Plus side though is that writing this chapter really helped me de-stress. Also the next update should be Sunday...don’t hold your breath though. I’ll figure out how to do a masterlist for the chapters sometime before chapter three.

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It was exhilarating.

After every single performance, no matter how many people were in the stands, Mor’s body seemed to be in a daze for the rest of the night. It felt like she could do anything—be anything she wanted to be.

She didn’t have to be the perfect daughter of a wealthy family forced to live a lie every day of her life.

No… When Mor heard the audience's applause, she felt a sense of acceptance that she never received at home. The crowd didn’t care where Mor came from or who she was attracted to. They were strangers who only saw her act and judged her based on that alone.  

Tonight was different though.

Rhysand and Idianna were here. Her two favorite people in the entire world. The ones whose opinions mattered the most to her.   

So to see them there, in the front row, giving her a standing ovation, sent Mor into a high. Her cousins’ faces shined with pride as they smiled brightly at her. Mor’s eyes began to burn at the threat of tears. She hadn’t realized how much she missed them until this moment.

That was Mor’s only regret of leaving. Not only did she escape the prison that was her family, but she had abandoned them… Her cousins. Her best friends.

She knew that she let them both down. Rhysand had always hated the upper class just as much as she did, and Idianna always came to her for advice. Mor honestly thought they would resent her for leaving like she did. But hearing their shouts of encouragement from the stands erased that thought instantly.   

It seemed like a lifetime went by before the show finally ended. The second the lights dimmed and the Big Top’s tent flaps opened, Mor rushed over to Rhys and Idianna.

“You were amazing!” Idianna squealed in a ear-piercing voice before throwing her arms around Mor. “When did you get so flexible?”

“Those ballet classes I took are finally paying off,” Mor said with a chuckle.

“Nice to know they were good for something,” Idianna snorted and rolled her eyes. Mor remembered how much Idy despised ballet classes. Her young cousin would have much rather been reading than dancing.

The same could not have been said about Mor.   

Dancing was a distraction. A reason to ignore her duties as a socialite and just be Mor. She couldn’t wait for the hour each day she spent in the studio.

“Did you enjoy the show, Rhys?” Mor asked. It was a useless question, Mor knew by the look on his face that he more than enjoyed it.

With a tone of nonchalance, Rhysand replied, “It was alright.”

Mor punched him in the shoulder and raised a single eyebrow. “Okay. Okay, it was better than alright. You definitely were the star.”

“Now you’re being too nice,” Mor slung her arm around Idianna’s shoulder and softened her voice. “Do you want to meet the rest of the crew?”

Idianna was in the middle of nodding her head vigorously when Rhysand interjected. “I’m afraid we have to get home.”

“Oh, why do you always have to be such a spoilsport?” A pout started to form on Idy’s face. “Please, Rhysand! Just this once?”

Mor knew that Rhysand couldn’t hold very much longer, especially when her younger cousin began to do her famous puppy dog eyes. No one could withstand looking into her violet eyes and not giving her whatever she wanted. It’s how Idianna had her father wrapped around her finger.

“Fine. But when I say we need to leave, we leave,” Rhys grumbled in defeat.

Idianna just rolled her eyes at her brother before latching onto Mor’s forearm. “Lead the way.”

And Mor did.

Watching her cousins walk through the tents was like watching two of her worlds collide. Idianna did not fit in this atmosphere with her fine clothing and air of superiority. It wasn’t her fault that she came off snobbish. It was just the way she was raised. If Idy wanted to be respected, she had to own the room the moment she walked into it.

Rhys was better at blending in than his sister. He kept his eyes lowered and shoulders hunched as he followed in his cousin’s trail. Mor knew that he was kicking into survival mode. Rhysand would do the same thing at any balls or fancy dinners he had to attend.

Mor wondered what they must have looked like walking up to the ‘mess hall’. It was only a long table that sat about ten at a time placed in front of the makeup and costume tent.

“You two hungry?” Mor asked with raised eyebrows. She motioned at the food laid upon the table: an arrangement of loaves of bread, meats, and vegetables. All picked up from different restaurants around the city.

They sat at the end of the table and Mor swore every single person sitting down looked up from stuffing their faces to inspect the pair sitting on Mor’s left and right. “Oh, will everyone stop gawking and continue with their meals?”

Cassian— of course it was Cassian— spoke first, “I’m sorry that we’re curious about the total strangers you’ve welcomed to our dinner table.”

Mor rolled her eyes. “They’re strangers to you. Let me be the first to introduce you to the heir of the Night empire, Rhysand Night,” Rhysand gave her an unimpressed look, but she decided to ignore it. “And this beauty on my left is Miss Idianna Night. My cousins.”

Helion, who was sitting opposite of Mor at the other head of the table, dipped his chin in respect. “What an honor it is to have such high company among us,” Sarcasm laced his voice.

“Be nice,” Mor warned through clinched teeth. Normally, she would have never talked to the ring leader in such a tone, but Mor wouldn’t have him make her cousins uncomfortable.

“I am,” Helion flicked a piece of his light brown hair over his shoulder, “Dig in. Make yourselves at home.”

As they started to fill their plates, Mor introduced each member at the table.

“That,” She said, pointing at the two tanned giants setting on Idianna’s right. “Is Cassian and Azriel. You might recognize them from the show. Cassian is our strongman and Azriel is the knife thrower.”

Azriel threw them a kind smile before turning back to his food. Cassian, unfortunately, didn’t let them off that easy.

“So are y’all the family that our Morrigan had to run away from?” Cassian grew up in the south, so almost every sentence that came out of his mouth had a slight twang to it.

Rhysand’s violet eyes met Cassian’s stare before saying, “I’m afraid not. My dear uncle is the one to blame for that.”

That seemed a good enough answer for Cassian since he continued with his meal. Mor huffed in annoyance but moved down the table anyways.

“Across from Azriel is one-third of the Archeron sisters, Elain. She can tell you your future just by reading your palm,” Idy’s face turned skeptical at the claim.

“You think I’m a fake,” Elain’s sweet voice rang through the air. Idianna was about to protest, but Elain put up a delicate hand and kept talking. “I understand with all the frauds in the city why one would think that, but let me assure you I’m the real deal.”

“I believe you,” Idy shyly smiled at the doe-eyed girl, which she returned in full Elain style: brightly and without restraint. It was almost blinding.

“Next to Elain is her sister, Nesta. She’s in charge of all the animals we use in the show.”

Nesta’s cold stare examined Rhys and Idianna slowly, as if not wanting to miss a single detail. Mor had noticed that about the eldest Archeron sister. She did not care about social graces or manners when it came to her curiosity. Life seemed to be a puzzle that she was constantly putting together.

“And on the other side of Elain is Feyre, ‘The Queen of Trapeze’, according to our posters,” Mor announced in a teasing tone. Feyre and Morrigan had been instant friends upon her arrival. She would even go as far as to say the youngest Archeron sister was her best friend.

“Pleasure to meet both of you,” Feyre smiled at Idianna, “So, did you enjoy the show?”

That sent Idy into a whole tangent of all her favorite parts of the show and how unbelievable it all was. The whole table seemed to be captivated by her every word— hell, even Mor couldn’t look away from her cousin. She spoke so eloquently and with such passion that is stunned Mor. How could so much change in six months?

The thought filled Morrigan with guilt but also rage. She was angry at her father for making her miss these crucial years of her cousin’s life. She was angry at society for not accepting her for who she was. She was angry at the world for letting her even be born in such a cruel time.

Mor was interrupted from her inner turmoil by Feyre turning to Rhys once Idianna was done and asking, “And what about you?”

Rhysand simply stared at her and replied, “It was like a dream.”

The whole table seemed to go silent after that, so Mor resumed her introductions.

“Sitting in front of Feyre is Andromache. She’s a contortionist like me,” Mor’s cheeks started to heat even though she didn’t say anything out of the ordinary. Just the brunette’s attention on her made Mor become flustered.

Andromache had captured Mor’s attention the second she saw her in practice. She was confident and beautiful and everything Mor was not.

Thankfully, Mor was saved from anyone noticing her embarrassment by a cough at the end of the table.

“Forgetting someone?”

“How could I forget you, Helion, when your the person that signs my check?” Mor quirked an eyebrow at the impatient man that was her boss.

“Rhysand. Idianna. This is the glue that holds us all together. The person everyone would be lost without, our ring leader, Helion,” She ripped of a chunk of her bread and let the sarcasm sink in. “Happy now?”

Helion smirked and said, “Thank you.”

For the rest of the meal Mor caught up with her cousins and their lives. Apparently, Idianna’s cotillion was being held next month… Not that Mor expected an invatation.

The second Idianna was done eating, Rhysand looked at his watch and dropped his fork. “We have to leave, Idy.”

“But, Rhys—”

“No, we should have left a half hour ago, but we didn’t,” Rhysand gave her a pointed look. “You promised that when I told you we needed to leave, we would leave.”

Idianna pushed a breath of air through her lips before standing up. “Fine.”

Mor stood up too and gave Idy a huge hug. She wished this night could never end. She wished a lot of things.

Pulling away enough to look into Idy’s eyes, Mor told her, “Take care of your brother. Lord, knows he can’t do it himself.”

“I can hear you, you know.”

“I know. Now come here and hug me before ditching.” Rhysand pulled her into a bone-crushing embrace.

“I promise we’ll visit soon,” He whispered into her ear.

“You better,” Mor stepped back into the cold air.

She watched as her cousins faded from view, taking the only good piece of her past with them.

Nesta was on her way to check up on the animals before bed when Helion caught up with her.

“Have you considered what I asked you?” He had to quicken his pace to keep up with her long strides.

“I’ve considered it, and I think it’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” Nesta snarled in reply.

“You have to realize how this might affect the show,” Helion pleaded. “If citizens are protesting the safety of lions in the city, then people will stop coming to the show. If no one comes to the show, no one gets paid.”

“You should have thought of that when you brought them from the wild as cubs and raised them as domestic animals,” It had been the same argument since the protests started last year.

“Let’s return them to the wild then!” He pushed his hair away from his face. “I don’t understand what your probl—”

She really tried to keep her cool, she really did, but they have had this exact conversation about ten times. “Because, they would be killed if returned to the wild now. You took them out of their natural habitat and raised them as domestic animals, now you live with the consequences, you moronic asshole!”

“I am your boss and I will not have you speak to me in—” She interrupted before he could even start the whole ‘I’m your boss and you will respect me’ speech.

“And I won’t have you sending these animals—my animals—to a place that they won’t survive!” Nesta’s chest was heaving and she was seeing red.

“I’ll remind you that I own those ani—” This time it wasn’t Nesta that cut him off, but her second favorite person after Helion.

“What’s going on over here?” Cassian asked, looking between the pair. “Surely, it’s nothing to get so heated about.”

Nesta could hear her own teeth grinding against each other.

“Ms. Archeron here, seems to think she gets a say in how I run my show,” Helion had his hands placed on his hips, which a was a clear sign to anyone that knew him that he was pissed.

“I wasn’t telling you how to run your show,” Nesta crossed her arms over her chest and mumbled under her breath, “At least not yet, anyways.”

Cassian gave her an unimpressed look then met Helion’s gaze.

“Isn’t this something that could be discussed in the morning? We’re all a little worn out from the day, so revisit it later if it’s really that important.”

“I guess you’re right, Cassian,” Helion turned to face Nesta once more. “I’ll talk about this with you in the morning. Check your attitude before then, Ms. Archeron.”

And with that Helion was off to do whatever Helion did at nights. Honestly, She couldn’t care less.

Cassian’s southern charm might have calmed Helion enough to leave Nesta alone, but it only made her blood boil.

Nesta whipped around and sneered, “I could have handled that myself. I didn’t need you stepping in.”

“I did you favor, sweetheart,” She absolutely hated when he called her that. “Your temper was getting the best of you and you know it.”

Nesta just stomped her foot before turning around to head to her tent.

“You’re welcome.”

Nesta had reached her capacity for human interaction for the day.  

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Writer’s Block, THE LAST CHAPTER!!

Here it is, y’all! Later than I thought, but you’ll be happy. I added 800 words of extra smut. ;) Read it on AO3 or FFnet. And thank you SO MUCH to @burkygirl @xerxia31 and @katnissdoesnotfollowback for seeing me through this one! Heart you girls more than you know! I hope you all enjoyed the ride! Talk to me... Pbg

At the sight of Cato on the property, my rational thought process shuts down. I can’t think of another plan if Peeta doesn’t show. I can walk out with the other three employees here, but beyond that? I scold myself for not telling him that I’m seeing Peeta and that he wouldn’t be okay with another guy driving me home. Seems like my thought process shut down hours ago.

 If I was teetering on the edge of the fear cliff, that definitely sends me over. I am so not used to the boyfriend/girlfriend thing. I can’t let Cato buy me dinner or drive me home or any of the other things he so grossly ‘suggested’, not only because I don’t want to, but because it would upset Peeta. I remember how angry he got when I left his place that first night, and we were barely even friends then. He would wonder why I didn’t ask him to come get me. I did, technically - as an afterthought - but far too late in the game to expect him to show up.

Would Cato even believe that I have a boyfriend now? He might think I’m just trying to get rid of him. The thought of an angry blonde hulk does nothing to settle my nerves.

 The concession area is spotless when I’m done and I consider letting Marv lock me in and staying the night. Or at the very least, waiting Cato out.

 “Locking up,” the boss calls to the rest of us. I guess it's too late for that idea. I grab my things and chew on my bottom lip while we walk, preparing the speech I’m going to unload on Cato.

 Sure enough, he’s waiting at the curb when we walk out the doors, hands in his pockets, toeing something on the ground with his shoe. He looks normal enough. But then he looks up at me and I find myself wishing those blue eyes were set in a different face. A face with a kind smile and warm eyes. Someone a little shorter with ashy blonde waves falling across his forehead instead of spikes of platinum blonde.

 “You ready?” he asks. I take my time walking towards him after my tiny group of safety disperses to their own modes of transportation. No one said goodbye or asked if I’d be okay. They never have, and I normally don’t mind, but tonight I wish things were a different.

 I raise one finger. “Actually, I-”

 “Oh, come on, Everdeen,” he huffs like a temperamental child, hands going up then down in exasperation, slapping his massive thighs. “Don’t tell me you changed your mind after I came all the way back here. It’s just a ride and some conversation.”

 Both things I’m worried about.

 He crosses his arms over his chest in determination. “What do I have to do to convince you I’m not a bad guy?”

 You can’t, I think, wanting to say something about having to change his name to Peeta, brighten his eye color, shrink a few inches and learn how to look at me without making me feel skeezy - all things that are impossible for him - but instead I say, “I don’t think you’re a bad guy. You’re just not the guy for me.”

 His face screws up in irritation at being rejected - I guess it doesn’t happen often enough - and it’s almost funny to watch. Almost. If I weren’t standing out here in the dark with someone three times my size that makes my skin want to turn itself inside out just so it can hide.

 “I think you should find out before you judge, Everdeen,” he replies with some irritability. Then the side of his mouth lifts in a coy smile that makes my stomach turn. “You know, this whole semester I thought you were a frigid, stuck up prude, but after reading your story I’m starting to think there’s a little kink inside you trying to get out. You just need the right partner.” He takes a step closer and the hairs on the back of my neck raise like a cat cornered by a much larger dog.

 My eyes flash to headlights that illuminate the area and I see Peeta’s Jeep start to cross the parking lot diagonally. Praise the Heavens! My heart skips a beat and my fear shrinks, relief and gratefulness ballooning in its place.

 I know the minute he sees Cato because I hear the engine rev and the Jeep speeds up, stopping right in front of the curb. Peeta hops out and walks to me casually but quickly, casting a frosty glance at Cato.

 “Sorry I’m late,” he says, stopping at my side. He doesn’t put his arm around me or anything possessive, but Cato’s eyes narrow at us anyway, making me think he’s using that pea-sized brain. Hopefully doing some easy math - one plus one makes a couple.

 “What’s up?” Peeta asks nonchalantly.

 “Cato wants to give us a personal review of our story,” I inform him, stepping into his side just a hair more.

 “Can we do it tomorrow, man? I’m beat and I gotta get my girl home.” Peeta puts his hand on the small of my back and starts guiding me to his still-running Jeep. He opens the door and calls over his shoulder at Cato, “You’ve got my number.”

 He shuts the door and I watch him walk around the front of the car. He stops and turns back to Cato, who’s saying something to him. I can’t make out what it is, but Peeta answers back. There’s an exchange. It doesn’t look heated or necessarily unfriendly, but when it’s over Peeta hops in and slams the door hard enough to make me think something Cato said has upset him.

 He shoves the stick shift into first and peels out, yanking the Jeep around and heading towards the exit. He’s definitely peeved. I’m not sure if I want to ask him about it. He stays silent on the short drive. It’s uncomfortable, but when he passes the turn to my place I finally speak up.

 “Where are we going?”

 “My house.” His response is clipped. His jaw is clenched. A muscle in the side of his cheek ticks like the second hand on a clock. I’m starting to wonder if it’s me he’s mad at. I can’t fathom the reason why. Cato was the one approaching me, not the other way around.

 We pull up in his driveway and I can’t stand the silence anymore. “Did I do something?”

 He gets out without answering and swiftly walks to my side of the car, opening the door. I slide out. He gives me a cursory glance, taking my bag for me. His behavior is starting to piss me off. I deserve to know what Cato said to him, especially if he’s going to take it out on me.

 He unlocks the door to his duplex and waits by it, intending for me to enter first, I guess. I don’t. I stand there in defiance, waiting for him to catch on that I’m not going to just do what he says without an explanation of what’s going on, why he’s so angry with me.

 He sighs heavily, understanding what I’m doing without me having to say a word. The muscle in his jaw continues to tick as he grinds his teeth together. It’s got to be five minutes worth of jaw workout.

 We’ve been a real couple for all of two days and we’re about to have our first fight. I can feel it. The tension swirling around is not the kind I’ve been used to feeling around him lately.

 “Will you please go inside?” he asks patiently, no trace of the stress that’s radiating from his body language in his tone. I wonder if that was as difficult for him as it would be for me. I decide if he can ask nicely, then I can reciprocate. Besides, whatever we’re going to talk about probably doesn’t need to happen outside.

 I breeze by him, taking a seat on the sofa where it all started. Peeta sits across from me, not next to me, and it feels like rejection. It hurts.

 “What was Cato doing there?”

 “I told you, he wanted to talk about the story.” I’m a little sore that he’s questioning me. “Why are you mad about that? I didn’t ask him to come, you know. He just showed up. I’m not his keeper. I can’t tell him where to be and not to be.” I cross my arms defensively.

 “I get that, but you didn’t tell him we’re together. That’s what he told me. That he had no idea, and that you told him to come back when you got off work to give you a ride home. And you send me a message to come get you, even though you asked him to? I just don’t understand, Katniss. And I really, really want to.”

 He shrugs, looking wounded. Part of me wants to wipe it away while the other part wants to defend myself. Choosing the second option, my hands go up in frustration.

 “I told him to come back at eleven because I was supposed to get off at nine. I would have been long gone by the time he got there but, as my luck would have it, I ended up having to close. So it backfired on me.” I let my hands fall to my sides, a hard slap on the soft couch.

 Peeta processes the information, his tension melting a little, until I say, “Besides, he’s been pestering me for weeks now. It almost doesn’t surprise me that he showed up like that.”

 “He’s been what?” Peeta’s voice is even and low. Eerily calm. Eyes unblinking.

 “He’s been… kind of harassing me. About the story. Making comments and stuff. That’s why I was freaked out about partnering up with him.”

 “Why didn’t you say something? God, Katniss!” He half-shouts, running both hands through his hair, pulling so hard I think he’s going to lose a patch of blonde to his own strength. “I would never have let him partner with us. I would have told him to go fuck himself!”

 My eyebrows fly up to my hairline. I’ve never heard him say anything like that at all. Peeta Mellark doesn’t say ugly things to people. He’s kind and caring. Not angry and vulgar.

 “Hell, I would have taken a lower score to keep him away,”  he adds, finally letting his hands drop tiredly to his lap.

 “I’m sorry. I didn’t think to tell you. I figured, you know, he’d just take the hint. I kept running away and ignoring him…”

 He sighs. “It’s not your fault. Guys like him don’t take hints easily.”

 “How do you know?” I ask, curious about what insight he might have into ‘guys like him’.

 His shoulders drop and a pained look crosses his face. “My cousin was a sophomore when I was a freshman.”

 Madge. I remember her vaguely. She was a year ahead of us in high school. The female version of Peeta. Practically perfect in every way. Smart, outgoing, conventionally beautiful. President of everything. I remember she got a scholarship as well, to a different school, but I haven’t thought about her in years until now.

 “She went to a party. This guy that had been after her for weeks finally saw his chance. He got handsy and when things were going too far she said no. He backed off, but the next thing she knew, she was being led to a room because she was too drunk to drive home, even though she’d only had two drinks. He had to have slipped something into that second drink. Anyway, the next morning she woke up with her clothing ripped off, laying on top of a pile of coats. Ten months later she had a son.”

 My eyes are about to pop out of my head. I had no idea. “Did she go to the police?”

 Peeta shakes his head slowly, his expression sad. “By the time she came to grips with what happened, it was two months later, and she doesn’t remember much about that night. She says it could have been anyone. She doesn’t even remember a shadow of a profile she was so out of it, but she dropped out and went home to her parents and they took care of her.”

 “What about a paternity test?” I’m surprised and a lot disappointed no action was taken. People who do wrong should pay for their crimes, but Peeta just shakes his head again, defeated.

 “She doesn’t want the father, whoever he may be, to be involved. Doesn’t want her son to have a rapist for a dad. They’re better off without him, and after she explained that to me, I got it. Still pissed as fuck, but I got it.” This is absolutely the wrong time to notice, but it’s so odd to hear him use that word I can’t help it. I find myself not hating his potty mouth.

 “Something unfortunate happened to her, with a consequence that she now loves and protects with her life, and part of that protection is shielding him from a horrible dad.” He breathes deep and waves it off. “Besides, she’s seeing a great guy who loves Jaden and she’s happy now, but Madge’s current life isn’t the point, Kantiss. The point is…” he pauses, his shoulders visibly sagging with weight, “it could have been you tonight.”

 He hits me with a pointed look. It goes straight to my gut. The same fear I felt when I saw Cato comes roaring back.

 “And as much as it angered me when I found out my cousin was raped…” he trails off for a second. His jaw starts ticking again and there’s a hint of something in his eyes that looks like rage. “I couldn’t handle it if it were you. If he put his hands on you, I’d go insane. Just knowing that he’s even thought about you is making me crazy.”

 He stands with renewed vigor and paces to the far wall. “That he has read our story?” He knocks a clenched fist into it before he turns around to face me. His eyes are wild, cheeks and neck splotchy red, chest heaving angrily. “I told him to talk to me about it and he sought you out. You. Not me. I gave him my information and he found you at work. Waited for you to get off so he could be alone with you.”

 My mouth hangs open like a gaping fish. His words and behavior, along with the revelation of Madge’s story sinks in faster than a rock through water, hitting bottom with a thud. I think I’m going to be sick and close my eyes to will the nausea away. I breathe deep a time or two, stick my head between my legs, calming the nerves and trying not to think about what could have happened if Peeta hadn’t shown up. I could have been Madge 2.0.

 Hands land gently on my shoulders, lifting my torso upright, then move to my thighs. When I open my eyes Peeta is kneeling in front of me. His imploring gaze stabs at my heart and I want to wipe the worry from his sky-blue eyes.

 I remember to address his other concern before we move on because, yes, I realized too late that I should have told Cato I was with Peeta. “And no, I didn’t tell him about you but not because I didn’t want to. I just forgot.” I quickly realize how that sounds, Peeta’s expression confirming I’m right, and ramble on, “Not like I forgot you. I’m just used to being single. Independent. It didn’t cross my mind to mention you as a way to get him to back off, that’s all. And when I did think of it, it was too late. I tried to reach you, but Hangouts was really my only option since I don’t have a phone.”

 The last few words sound pouty to my own ears, but the previous hours have drained me. I want nothing more than to collapse on the couch and go to sleep with Peeta next to me. I don’t want to argue. I lean back on the cushions and close my eyes.

 I'm so tired I don’t even crack one open when he squeezes my thighs and says, “I want to go down and get you a phone first thing tomorrow.”

 “Not in the budget right now,” I say, a deep breath leaving me, my head still relaxed on the back of the couch.

 “I’m paying for it.”

 “What? No!” I deflect the offer immediately, my head shooting up so fast I feel dizzy. There’s no way I’m letting him buy a cell phone and pay for the monthly plan. I’ve looked into those things and they’re expensive. It’ll just have to wait. “You can’t do that, Peeta.”

 “I can,” he grinds through his teeth. I sense he wants to say more, but he doesn’t. He runs a shaky hand through his already disheveled hair and his chest expands and deflates with  exasperation. “You need one. Especially when you’re walking home late at night. Katniss, if something happened to you and I-” I put my finger to his lips to silence him.

 “I’ve made it four years without a cell phone. I can make it a little longer, Peeta. I’m about to get a raise. I’ll get one then.” My words are not reassuring to him.

 He talks over my finger muzzle. “And between now and then? If something happens?” If our conversation weren’t so serious, I’d laugh. I remove my finger to avoid the temptation, and lower my voice so he knows I’m serious about this, too.

 “It won’t. I’ll be more careful. I’ll tell Cato to fuck off.” I give him a half smile he doesn’t return. His eyes are still full of worry.

 “Do you remember the other night when I was sick? And I was going to take you home and you told me no, that I was too sick to drive. And then you stayed and took care of me?”

 I nod, glancing down at my lap. I feel like a tool. He’s only trying to help me.

 “We’re the same, you and me. We protect what we care about - each other. And it would mean the world to me if you would allow me, your boyfriend,” he ducks his head to find my eyes, his face finally brightening a little and sucking me into his request, “to get you a cell phone.”

 He does makes a good point. And it’s not that I’ve never thought of having one. I just didn’t really need one until now. And if having one makes Peeta feel better, then I should do it. Damn. How does he get me to change my mind so easily? If he weren’t so angelic I’d think he had the persuasion of the devil in him. He could definitely use his power for evil if he put his mind to it.

 “Okay,” I relent, but only because of the ‘we protect each other’ part - at least that’s what I tell myself - and then point my finger at him, “but it has to be a cheap phone! Nothing state of the art. A flip phone, even.”

He snorts, grabbing my finger and biting the tip playfully. I don’t know if he meant it to affect me, but it sends a zing straight to my lower belly. “They don’t even make those anymore,” he says.

 “A used one then. Whatever’s the least expensive. You’re not my sugar daddy.”

 He quirks and eyebrow as he sits next to me on the couch. “I know someone looking to get rid of an old one and it’s only $10 a month to add a line to my plan. Problem solved. Besides, I would never dream of being your sugar daddy. Your independence is one of the things I like most about you.”

 His arms wind around my waist and he tugs me into his lap. I find myself in the exact same position as the first time I was here - face to face, one leg on either side of his thighs, only this time I know what to do.

 I scoot up a little until our centers are aligned and Peeta sucks in a sharp breath. He leans his head back, eyes close, opening again halfway. I watch them dim from the color of vibrant, noon skies to shades of midnight.

I place my hands against the couch cushions on either side of his head and stare down at him, deciding what to kiss first. His lips are at the top of the list - soft, plump, inviting. His perfectly pert nose with the slightest dash of freckles across the bridge. His cheeks - still ruddy from his earlier outburst. Even his ears are attractive.

 I tip his head to the side with one finger after I decide to start there, at the base of his ear, and work my lips along his jaw to the adorable cleft in his chin. His hands glide leisurely up and down my thighs. He stills when my tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, testing the waters of what he likes. I press my open mouth against his and suck his bottom lip in, tugging on it as I retreat. His hands tighten on my thighs, then move up to my hips. Fingertips pressing into my flesh.

 I rake one hand through his hair, watching him. Waiting to see what he’ll do.

 He’s patient, watching me right back.

 When I can’t take his stare anymore, I lean in and brush my lips against his. A sigh escapes us both, warm breath mingling between us. There’s a cool dampness in the fabric between my legs that alerts me to the fact that, in my effort to turn him on, I’ve done it to myself.

 His hands wander up my back, slow and torturous as we kiss unhurriedly. Fingers reach the nape of my neck and massage their way into my hair, pressing us closer. His tongue parts my lips, entering, tangling with mine. In no time at all our bodies are doing that thing again - writhing against each other. My body is heating up quickly. I know he said we’d go slow, but I’m not so sure I want to now.

 “Peeta?” I ask in between long, luscious kisses. His response is a low moan that I feel in my chest.

 “Do you have… you know?” He breaks away just a hair, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. His hair is a mess from my hands and his mouth is pink all over. My eyes stray to the top button of his shirt, undone. To busy myself, because I feel silly asking him to have sex with me already, I focus on getting the second button through the hole. My fingers fumble at first, but then I get it and move to the third. By the time I’m at the last button and push the fabric aside, his chest is rising and falling rapidly.

 When I look up at him, he looks so serious, not a trace of humor to be found. “You want to…” he trails off, one eyebrow hooking up in question. He swallows visibly, and I pull my lower lip between my teeth and bite down, looking at him. I feel completely vulnerable. All my feelings exposed.

 His eyes drift to my mouth and he uses his thumb to release my lip from the death grip my teeth have on it.

 “It’s completely up to you. I won’t do anything you’re not okay with.” He brushes back a few strands of hair, cupping the side of my face, making sure our eyes meet before he says, “Got it?”

 I nod my head, nerves settling in now that I’ve decided we’re doing this. “H-have you… ever?” I can’t look at him when I ask if he’s done this before, so I glance off to the side. A large part of me is sure he has, but there’s a slim part that hopes he hasn’t. Doesn’t want him to have done this with anyone else. Selfish? Maybe. Insecure? Definitely.

 He touches my chin with his fingertip, guiding our eyes to meet. He nods hesitantly, and if I’m reading him right, there’s remorse etched in the downturn of his lips and the crease in his forehead.

 “I wish I hadn’t. I wish you were my first, Katniss.” He pulls me down and gives me the softest, sweetest kiss, almost an apology, whispering, “My only,” when he’s through. Our heads rest against each other, and while my stomach bobs a little, it doesn’t sink entirely. Even though I’ll never be ‘his only’, I can be his now. His future. His last, even.

 I can’t believe I’m thinking like this. I want to tell myself to shut up, but the way he’s looking at me, it’s as if he’s reading and consenting to my every thought - that we aren’t just a here and now thing.

 It’s what compels me to rise from his lap and hold my hand out to him. He takes it, stands and follows me into his bedroom, where we undress before each other. His eyes devour every inch of flesh I expose to him. Mine do the same, hungry for anything he’ll give me.

 I sit on the bed, crawling backwards until I’m in the middle, and lay back while he reaches into the drawer of his nightstand, for the condom I assume. I watch, even though I’m a little embarrassed by our nakedness. I won’t let it keep me from experiencing something amazing with him.

 “Wait-” I say, reaching for his arm, and he halts immediately, eyes swinging to mine.

 “Yes?” In that one word I can sense that he fully expects me to turn this in a different direction. And that’s exactly what I’m doing. I can also see in his expression that he’d be totally okay with waiting if I asked. But I’m not going to make him, or myself, wait tonight.

 “Would you want to… um... “ I close my eyes tight. Shyness taking over.

 “It’s okay. Just ask. Whatever you want,” he soothes my nerves with a voice that coats like warm oil.

 “Will you, go down on me?” After reading a few articles on the subject, I’m more than a little curious about it. And there’s no one I trust more than him to be honest with me. If he doesn’t want to, then we’ll just move on.

 He tosses the unopened condom on the bed next to me and walks to the end of the bed. “There is literally nothing I’d rather do in this entire world.” His hands finger my toes as his lip curls up deliciously to one side. He sweeps his hands lightly up my shins, then dips around my knees and yanks me to the end of the bed. I squeal at his growing smile and the feeling that I’m about to be his next meal.

 I’m a bit nervous so I try for something lighthearted. “Nothing?” I mock with feigned innocence. An innocence I’m quickly letting go of.

 “Ask me that question after I’m done, Smartass.” I finally let go and chuckle at his language, but he promptly shuts me up when his nose brushes my center. A groan starts, turning to a high pitched shriek when his tongue licks straight up my slit, flicking the little nub when he gets there.

 “Oh, fuck. Me,” I moan as my hips raise into his face. More. Of that. Please, God!

 “We’re getting there,” he answers with an amused grunt. He doesn’t utter another word. He’s too busy using his tongue to make me a writhing, boneless mess. When I feel it building, I put my hands on my breasts. He lets out a groan alongside my repeated cries of “Don’t stop!”

 When I finally topple over the peak, my thighs squeeze together so tight Peeta has to pry them from around his head. I’m panting, exhausted, when he crawls on top of me, the mattress dipping with his weight. I open one eye lazily, too tired to make the other obey.

 “So?” he asks with a wry grin. A grin I will wear very soon. Every oral article I read mentioned reciprocation, and while I haven’t a clue what I’m doing other than putting my mouth on it, the males that gave their opinion frequently said there’s not a lot of wrong ways to do that, and they love it when a girl goes down on them even if she doesn’t know what she’s doing.

 “Your turn.” I push him over and, while it takes effort to get my body to comply, I’m on top of him quickly, staring down at his wide eyes.

 “You? Want to… do that?” I half-smirk, still deliciously dazed from my orgasm. Someone lost their ability to use words.

 I acknowledge his question by taking his erection in my hand, smoothing it up and down, getting a picture in my head for what to do. I test the feel of his hard, silky flesh with a lick to the tip. He hisses, but I know that’s not a bad thing. It spurs me to take more of it in my mouth. Just half, since I read about gagging and want to ease myself into this, not embarrass myself in front of him.

 I come back up, and dip down, getting in a rhythm that has him breathing heavy and raising his hips slightly into my mouth a few times. I can tell by the way he’s fisting his sheets that he’s trying not to. It’s more of a turn on than I thought it would be and I find myself wanting to do more, so I focus on the patch of hair at the base and try to make my lips reach all the way. The tip of his cock touches the back of my throat, but I haven’t gotten all the way there yet. I’m determined to make him feel as good as he made me. On the next pass I open my jaw and take as much of him in as I can and just when I’ve almost made it he pushes me off.

 “Stop. You have to stop,” he pants.

 I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, my heart leaping to my throat. “Was it bad?” Shit. I almost don’t want to hear the answer. I feel like diving under the covers and hiding until he goes to sleep, then slinking back to my place.

 “God, no. It was amazing. But if you want to have sex then you have to stop or I won’t be able to right away.”

 He pulls me down to kiss me, then flips me to my back. His hand begins to run over my body, starting at my lips, down my neck to my chest. Circling one nipple, then the other, blazing a trail to my belly button and lower. He traces the creases of my inner thighs, then pushes one leg to the side.

 “You are so beautiful.” The reverence in his tone is unmistakable. Every syllable of his words hold some underlying secret. A secret that will be just between us. “And I really want to be inside you tonight. That is, if you still want to?” he asks, his gaze fastened to mine as he slips the condom on, waiting for my answer.

 Had I had these experiences before, I never would have had the writer’s block that plagued me in the story. The things he says, the way he looks at me, protects me, gives me so much promise. I know I’m ready.

 I bring his lips to mine and before I kiss him, I whisper, “Yes.”

#goodbye writer's block! #it's been fun #thanks to everyone for reading and reblogging #and comments! #drop by my box or message me your thoughts #love to hear them #writer's block #chapter 8 #THE END

[fromherlips]

home for christmas - a goffin and king drabble

It only seemed fair that if Jane and Harry got their own holiday drabble that Liam and Jane get theirs too ;) Again, this is not canon, I just like to keep y’all on your toes. <3

“Hey Janey, I’m just waiting to get off the plane now. I’m thinking of stopping by my house first to drop off my luggage and take a nap. Do you still want me to come by your flat tonight? I know you’re probably working right now, I just wanted to leave you a quick voicemail to let you know that I got back into England safely. Alright Janey, I’ll see you soon. Er, later I guess. Bye!”

Jane felt the smile stretch across her lips before she could stop the natural reaction. Liam had just gotten back from his nine-month-long tour just in time for the holidays. He had been home for short stops in between shows, but this was the longest stretch of time she was going to see him since before his tour kicked off.

It was strange, really. Their schedules had always been wonky. They’d see each other for a year or a year and a half while Liam was working on his next album. Then, he’d leave for tour, disappearing for anywhere between six to nine months. And then he’d be back as if nothing had ever happened.

His second tour had ended somewhere in France, maybe. Or was it Portugal? She hadn’t had a chance to talk to him about it, her schedule slammed with Christmas parties she and Harry had to attend as representatives of Mode. She knew when Liam was coming back though. She’d, admittedly, put it in the calendar in her phone, the only note on the app aside from the preset holidays and events.

Liam was meant to be home the month before, his tour ending sometime mid-November, but he went back to the United States to do some Jingle Ball dates throughout the month of December. It was great promo for his album, a decision that he had made sometime during the summer. Jane encouraged him to do so, even if it meant delaying his return to London.

He had left the message an hour prior, giving Jane enough time to pack up a small rucksack for herself at her flat. She knew what time Liam was flying in, already planning on surprising him at his house. Harry was fine with taking the day off, especially when he pried and got Jane to admit what she had planned. The car was waiting downstairs for Jane, ready to take her across London to Liam’s Primrose Hill house.

“Come on Charlie,” Jane said, waiting for her dog to leave his comfortable spot on the middle of his bed. Jane got him back in the late spring, a suggestion from Sutton so she had somebody else to be responsible for. Charlie was the first dog that seemed to pay any attention to her, refusing to leave her side at the shelter. Her whole schedule changed to revolve around his, giving her a chance to focus on someone (or something) else for a change.

Jane kept him on his lead, following him down the hall to the lift. Liam’s dogs were still staying with his family down in Birmingham, meaning Charlie didn’t have to stay home with Sutton at Jane’s flat. She’d hoped that Liam wouldn’t be at his house yet, giving her a chance to surprise him for once.

It took a civil conversation with Louis and the cooperation of one of Liam’s drivers to plan it, much to Jane’s displeasure. She and Louis still didn’t see eye-to-eye, though their relationship seemed to improve somewhat in the past few months. Jane didn’t feel like she had anything to prove to him, but being polite with Liam’s manager was ultimately for the best.

Liam’s house was silent when she walked in through the garage door, a good sign that he hadn’t arrived before she did. Then again, he could have been napping like he said he might. She tried to tiptoe down the hall just in case, but Charlie had other plans, tugging on his lead so he could race down the hall. Jane dropped her rucksack down at the foot of the stairs, unhooking Charlie from his lead.

“Sit,” she called out, keeping him in place instead of wreaking havoc in Liam’s house. “Guess who you get to see soon.”

Charlie tilted his head, looking up at Jane. She laughed, leaning down to scratch behind his ears. He turned his head, licking the back of Jane’s hand. She figured she had a few minutes to relax before Liam arrived, leading Charlie into his lounge. She had him sit on the floor while she relaxed on the middle of one of the sofas. Her knees knocked together, a nervous habit she had yet to shake. This would be the first time she and Liam could spend an extended amount of time together since he left for tour. They talked frequently and saw each other every couple of months, but they hadn’t had a chance to be together since they started…whatever they were.

Jane’s eyes widened when she heard the sound of the garage door opening. Charlie perked up, ready to lunge to head back towards the door. Jane placed her hand on his back, trying to hold him steady so he wouldn’t startle Liam. Once Charlie heard the sound of the door to the hallway opening, he bolted, running straight towards where Jane assumed Liam was. She swore under her breath, running after her dog before he could ruin her surprise.

By the time Jane caught up, it was too late. Charlie had run down the long hallway, nudging his head against Liam’s legs.

“Charlie!” Liam said, immediately dropping to his knees. Jane stood back while Charlie licked Liam’s face, both of his big paws pressed against his shoulders. Liam scratched his head behind his ears, riling up the dog even more. “Hi boy! Are you excited to see me? Yeah? I’m excited to see you too! Aw, good boy. You’re such a good boy!”

Jane laughed, bending down so she could pat on her knees. She whistled loud enough to be heard over Liam’s chatter, patting her knees three times. Charlie immediately hopped off of Liam, turning quickly to run back towards Jane. Liam frowned, brushing off the front of his jacket while Jane petted Charlie on the head.

“He loves his mum,” Jane explained with a shrug. “Isn’t that right Char-Char?”

“Char-Char?” Liam asked, quirking a brow.

“He likes nicknames,” Jane replied. “Right Char-Char?”

The dog wagged his tail, licking the back of Jane’s hand until she pet him again. In the meantime, Liam had hung his jacket up on the hooks next to his door, dropping his rucksack on the bench beneath it.

“Charlie, go lay down,” Jane said, using a flick of her wrist to shoo him away. He complied, his paws clomping against the floor as he ran back towards the lounge. Jane and Liam were finally alone, standing face to face in the bare hallway. He must have gotten his hair trimmed before the last set of shows, the long wavy tendrils now gone, replaced with a much neater haircut.

Liam was the first to take a step forward, the space between their bodies swallowed up by his presence. “Hi Janey,” Liam murmured, resting his forehead against hers. “How’ve you been?”

“Busy,” she replied, her hands settling on his shoulders. “What about you?”

“Busy,” he said, mimicking her answer. “Tour was fantastic but...I’m so glad to be home.”

“Yeah?” Jane asked, tilting her head slightly to the right. “Why’s that?”

“Piss off,” he said, leaning in until their lips pressed against each other. Jane immediately took his top lip between hers, her arms instinctively draping around the back of his neck. She’d seen Liam the month prior at a show in Germany, but it was only for a night, not nearly enough time for either of them.

Jane broke away from their kiss when Liam’s hands cupped under her ass, hoisting her up with ease as he walked them down the hall. Jane kept one hand around his neck while the other helped steady them against the wall as Liam walked blindly through his house. They nearly stumbled twice before Liam finally gave up, dropping Jane carefully onto her feet in the foyer.

“We’ll work on that, yeah?” he asked, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

“Just needs a little tweaking,” she replied. “Won’t take long I reckon.”

“Me either,” Liam agreed. “Um so, you’ve been well?”

Jane nodded, making sure she was looking him in the eyes for her response. “Things have been okay,” she replied honestly. “Better, just not perfect.”

“That’s fine,” he assured her. “Perfect isn’t necessary. I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, leaning forward so she could rest her head against his chest. “I can’t believe you’re back.”

“Me either,” he said. “For a while too.”

“It’s too bad you’re going to be spending most of it in the studio and writing,” she sighed.

“I know, if only there was a fit writer that I could work with to making working that much better...oh wait...”

“Fit? That’s the best you can do?”

“Fit, talented, intelligent, strong-willed, a little stubborn, great in bed...the list goes on and on.”

“Shut up,” she said, pushing away from his chest while she laughed. “I hope you don’t think that you’re going to get special treatment now that...”

“Now that what?” he asked, raising his eyebrows curiously. Judging by the smirk on his face, he knew what Jane was getting at, he just wanted to hear her say it out loud.

They had discussed their relationship, sure, but Jane hadn’t been able to utter the words yet. Sutton, Harry, and Niall brought it up, but Jane would merely smile and change the subject, not quite ready yet to say it out loud.

“You’re mean,” she grumbled, immediately pouting.

“And you’re very stubborn,” he replied.

“I feel like a teenager saying it,” she mumbled. “We’re adults, Liam. In a consensual, romantic relationship. That is more than just sex and fighting about said sex.”

Liam snorted. “You honestly have a way with words, Janey,” Liam told her. “Close enough! Then again, haven’t I always had special treatment once you decided you didn’t hate me?”

“Fair enough,” she replied. “Harry fancied you, that’s why.”

“I think you’re confusing Harry with yourself,” he pointed out. “Fuck I’m so happy to see you, Jane.”

“It’s always a pleasure to see me,” Jane replied, smirking against his shoulder. “I’m sorry I surprised you here, I’m sure you’re tired.”

Liam shook his head, lifting Jane’s chin with the tip of his finger. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said. “Plus, I reckon a nap together would be better than me sleeping alone.”

“Hmm, that’s true,” Jane replied. “I think there’s a really comfortable bed waiting in your room for us.”

Jane squealed when Liam picked her up abruptly, putting her over his shoulder with a hand secured around her back. With her limbs dangling on both sides of him, she continued to laugh until he carried her into his bedroom on the first floor, laying her down gently on the comforter. Charlie must have heard Jane, immediately jumping on the foot of the bed to lay next to her.

Liam reached out to rub the dog’s head, earning a few kisses on the back of his hand from Charlie. He waited for Jane to get settled on her side of the bed, not even bothering to peel back the covers to lay under them. Liam sprawled out in the spot next to her, his shoulder lined up perfectly with hers. She shifted her body, lifting her head so her cheek rested against Liam’s shoulder.

“Are you excited to be home for Christmas?” Jane asked, rapping her fingers against Liam’s chest.

“Absolutely,” he replied. “I’m just happy to be back in London, in my house, in my bed, and with you.”

“Li...”

“What?” he asked. “This is the first time since I’ve left for tour that we get to spend time together for longer than a few days.”

“I know,” she sighed.

“And I’m very much looking forward to being able to do this with you, for real this time.”

“Wait what? I’m just here for sex, we must’ve gotten our signals crossed.”

“Janey,” Liam groaned. “You’re going to make me and my mate Charlie upset. Isn’t that right boy?” Charlie’s head perked up at the sound of his name, immediately falling back against the mattress as soon as he realized he wasn’t getting a treat from it.

“This is still new to me,” she said, keeping her voice low. “I...I’m afraid I don’t know how not to fuck it up.”

“I understand,” he replied. “I get it. We can do this at your pace, it’s okay.”

“That’s not fair to you,” I told him. “Once again.”

“Shh, Jane,” Liam said, holding her closer. “This is different. I don’t expect...I’m not looking for you to fawn over me or be head over heels. I just...want you to be Jane.”

“Should I start double-fisting bottles of wine then?” she joked. “I just...I want to be happy. With you. And with myself too, I guess.”

“Then so be it,” he replied. “I know it’s not that easy but I am here for you and will follow your lead on this one, okay?”

“Okay,” Jane whispered. “Thank you.”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “I got to see real, proper snow in America. It made me pretty happy that it doesn’t happen here.”

Jane snorted, shaking her head faintly with her cheek still against Liam’s chest. “Yeah? How was that?” she teased.

“Very Christmassy, if you must know,” he replied. “Felt like I was in a snowglobe or summat. You probably would’ve hated it.”

“Probably, but the idea of chucking a snowball at you is really amusing and now I’d like to make that happen,” Jane said, humming at the devious thought.

“Note to self, we are never going on holiday anywhere that has snow,” Liam said, not seeming to catch himself making future plans. Jane’s first instinct would have been to cringe and pull away. Instead, she smiled against him, letting him twirl his fingers around the ends of her hair.

“This might be the wrong time to tell you I’m not a massive fan of hot temperatures either,” Jane said. “We’ll figure something out.”

“I’ve heard staycations are all the rage now,” Liam joked.

“You can nap, Liam, it’s okay,” Jane assured him, noticing that his eyes were starting to slip closed when she looked up at him. “I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.”

Liam nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Okay Janey,” he murmured, his hand falling limp against the spot on her back between her shoulder blades. She curled closer to his body, letting her eyes slipped closed as she used his chest as her pillow.

#g&k #1dff #liam payne fanfiction #liam payne fics #holiday 2017 #muahahahaha #i get too much enjoyment out of non canon things i'm sorry #ONLY TWO MORE DAYS OF BYE17 AFTER THIS AHHHHH

[derangedsanity]

Brutal Sameness

Title: Brutal Sameness  Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Reader Warnings: Some angst, maybe some slight cursing.  Requested by @oharchiekinz:  Reggie "And now my life doesn’t make sense anymore. I almost wish I hadn’t met him. How am I supposed to go back to my old life, my days stretching out before me with unending and brutal sameness? How am I supposed to go back to being The Girl Who Reads? Not that I begrudge my life in books." Sorry if the quote is long, but yeah I know you can do something amazing with it. ❤️ A/N: So, I do this hella embarrassing thing when I’m tired where I will literally mix up the spelling of words. Like, ‘They’re, There, and Their.’ and it’s so cringe worthy so please let me know if I did this anywhere in here!  As always feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope y’all enjoy!  Tag List; @sunshine51879 @emotional-wrek-hello @day-dreaming-nightmare @casual-vaporwave @aezthetically @nafa1604 @thegloomybutt @angstylittleteen @barry-stilinski 

You had been looking for a reason to break up with him for awhile now. The big question was why, and you wished you knew the answer. But it came as no surprise when the urgent need to break his heart struck you randomly five months after you had began dating.  It always happened like this. With all the past people you had dated, you always felt the urge to break up with them almost exactly five months after you had your first kiss.  You were scared. Scared of what, exactly? That was another good question that you wished you had the answer to.  You were on your way to Reggie’s house right now, and you couldn’t wait to just get it over with. You needed space, that was all. That was what you were going to tell him. And it wasn’t a lie.  When you pulled into his driveway, you stayed in the car. The car continued running and the music you had been quietly playing on your way here was still going. It wouldn’t stop.  Your grip tightened on the steering wheel before you forced yourself to look back up at his house. He was already walking towards you with a happy but confused look on his face.  With the sight of him, you finally turned your car off and got out, meeting him halfway. When you automatically reached up to hug him he caught you of guard, picking you up and swinging you around once.  You could’ve broke down right there.  But you didn’t. Instead, you forced a smile before speaking. “I need to tell you something.”  His smile immediately fell. “Yeah, okay...is everything alright?”  You began nodding but halfway through decided against it and shook your head. “Reggie, I need some space.” You blurted it out. It sounded so harsh that it almost shocked you.  You could almost pinpoint the exact moment that his heart shattered. You could almost hear the sound of it stopping. “What, why? I thought things were going great.”  You smiled again, trying to touch his shoulder but he slowly pulled away from you. “It is. It was. I just...Reggie-” Your smile only widened, to show just how much more fake it was. “I need some time. To figure things out.”  He slowly began nodding. “No, I understand.” His voice was barely a whisper.  “I’m sorry.” You were.  “Me too.” Of what?  Before you could say anything else, he turned around and walked back into his house. Leaving you in the middle of his driveway, not knowing exactly what to do with yourself.  This feeling was new. Usually you felt better afterwards. But instead you just felt empty, like a piece of you was already missing.  ~~ “Veronica, why do I do things like this? Why do I feel like I have to break up with people?” You were driving yourself insane when you got home and decided to give your best friend, V, a call.  “Y/N, what you’re doing is totally normal and you’re not the only girl who does this. I wouldn’t stress it.”  “I think I love him.” You mumbled, covering your mouth to try and stop yourself from crying.  “Then why did you break up with him?” Suddenly Veronica was finally catching on to how confusing this whole situation was.  “I wish I knew. It’s like...there’s this alarm that goes off in my mind after I’ve been with people for awhile and it tells me ‘Quick! Before it’s too late!’“  “Too late for what?”  “Before it’s too late and I fall in love with them. I dunno...maybe it was the way I grew up. Watching relationships come together and fall apart in my life wasn’t the most pleasing thing to watch.”  The other line fell silent, and you could hear V talking to someone else in the background before she finally came back. “I asked my mom and she said I could stay the night with you tonight. Are your parents still out of town?”  ~~ It had been two weeks since you had broken up with Mantle the magnificent and nothing had felt better yet.  Everything felt so empty.  Even walking around in your favorite bookstore couldn’t cheer you up. After you had been walking around in the bookstore for five minutes your mind automatically drifted to all the times Reggie reluctantly agreed to coming here with you and watching you almost contently as you picked out a few books. You could spend an hour or more in there and he wouldn’t have cared one bit.  You rushed out of the bookstore as quickly as possible at the thought of it.  ~~ The project had sounded very simple when the teacher had explained it. But now as you sat in your room, trying to come up with a short poem and/or quote to explain how you were feeling, you couldn’t.  About two hours later, an idea finally struck you and you began writing.  ~~ It was your turn to get up and read your quote in front of the whole class a few days later, and you tried looking everywhere but at Reggie who happened to share this class with you.  Clearing your throat, you pulled the little sheet of paper you had wrote it on and began to read it aloud.   "And now my life doesn’t make sense anymore.” Your eyes found Reggie’s now as you continued reading, “I almost wish I hadn’t met him. How am I supposed to go back to my old life, my days stretching out before me with unending and brutal sameness? How am I supposed to go back to being The Girl Who Reads? Not that I begrudge my life in books." You read it very slowly to make it sound longer than it was, but never once let your eyes wander from Reg’s.  By the time you were done reading, you were practically on the verge of sobbing and quickly stopped and sat back down.  Reggie stopped you in the hallway after class, “Can we talk?”  You wanted to say no. Just get it done an over with, finish everything right here and now. “Sure.” You replied instead.  He pulled you into the music room after checking that the coast was clear and you closed the door behind you.  “What’s up?” You tried to sound a lot more confident than you felt, but your voice cracked somewhere along the lines.  He sighed, looking anywhere but at you, “I miss you.” You wanted to tell him that you missed him, too. “Okay.”  He continued, barely noticing you said anything at all, “And I want to know what I did wrong.”  Your eyes watered up at that and you quickly shook your head. “Reggie, no. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were...are so perfect.”  “Then why? I think after what you’ve put me through these past two weeks that I deserve a little bit of an explanation.”  “You do. Can we maybe sit down?”  He sighed and you walked over to a row of seats in the corner and sat down, expecting him to sit, too. But he just stood, looking like he wanted to begin pacing but didn’t.  “I broke up with you because that’s what I always do. I break up with people so much it’s became an ugly habit of mine.” You began, pausing to see what his reaction was to the first part of your explanation.  “Why?” He just seemed more confused than he had when he brought you in here. You couldn’t blame him.  “Because...I’ve never really seen the point in falling in love. Yes, I’ve fallen in like quite a few times. But it’s what comes after that completely terrifies me. It’s like...when I know I’m about to fall in love I go into a safe mode where I just shut down. I don’t want anything to do with those emotions. So, I break it off before it has the chance to become more. But see, here’s my problem with you; I was too late.” You stood up, and took a step closer to him. “I was too late because I am already so terrifyingly in love with you. And I miss you, too.” You paused, and when he didn’t say anything, you continued. You felt so amazing being able to tell him this. “When I was in the bookstore the other day, I broke down. Which isn’t something that I pride myself on doing. But I did. I broke down right after I completely ran out of there. Because I knew something was missing. I missed those little smiles you’d always give me when I’d find a new book and I missed you being able to reach the higher shelves to get a book for me. It was the first time that I truly came to terms with the fact that I was missing something that had became such a big part in my life already.”  He still didn’t say anything.  Suddenly it dawned on you, it was too late.  Before you could make an exit, though, Reggie’s lips found yours. You smiled against his lips before deepening the kiss, running a hand through his hair. You missed this, too.  When you two finally pulled away, the biggest smiles you’d ever seen were across your faces. “I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”  “I love you too, Mantle.” 

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a story I've never ever posted but fuck it credit me y’all if you ever use it lol

Nowhere was safe anymore.

She wasn't even safe.

Thousands upon thousands had been evacuated here , quarantined for their own safety. Mothers , Fathers , Sisters , Brothers.

In the end , it didn't save them.

Celebrities , Governors , Teachers. All dead. 

Dead within hours.

In total , it had been around four days since the virus was announced. Four days since she'd barricaded up her shop , three days since her and her Father had nailed dozens of wooden planks to the doors and windows , and two days since her entire family had been infected. Two days since her own mother had tried to pry her door open , snarling and screeching.  Two days since she 'd had to slam to door shut , jamming her mother's neck between the door and the frame.  Two days since she'd learned that by breaking the spinal cord of a zombie , it was the same as destroying the brain. Or as good as. 

She was lucky , she'd decided , that her Father and Sister had been out in the back garden when they'd turned. They hadn't boarded the back door because her Father had reasoned that if they needed to escape , the shed would hold them off , and that the large , concrete walls surrounding the garden would protect them. So far , they'd held up. But now the concrete walls were their prison , trapping them and forcing them to trudge around in circles restlessly. Restless, she mused , was a good word to describe zombies. The way they dragged themselves around aimlessly reminded her of when she was younger . When her Uncle would get drunk. He'd stumble around the front room and shout a lot. She hadn't seen her uncle in years. He lived far away, somewhere in the country. Sometimes she wondered about the rest of her family , did they make it? were they okay? but she never wondered for long , she was far too busy reinforcing her clothes and deliberating cutting her hair. Long hair was a death wish now , as far as she was concerned. 

She sighed , and wiped the grime off her bedroom window. Looking out onto the street , it was almost easy to believe that none of this had ever happened. It was easy to see bustling people ,  shopping for god knows what. Small children , giggling and smiling at their Mothers , whining babies throwing tantrums for no apparent reason. But it was far easier to see what was actually there. Dead , of all ages , genders and ethnic groups. Wandering along the main road , now , barren of cars. There was never anything or anyone to stand in their way , apart from the occasional lamp post , railing or open door. The general public hadn't even have a chance to stock up on food before the majority were infected , and once you were bitten , there was little hope of you surviving the night. Most of the evacuees were wiped out first. All it took was a single stray Bugger and the whole city was infected. The whole city except for her , that was. The Buggers were a specific type of zombie , the radio had said that they were what was left of the bitten children. Buggers were fast. Faster than a human. They could hear you , see you and sense you. As opposed to regular Walkers , who could only see and hear you. Buggers were the worst. Buggers were the next generation , of zombies and humans alike. There was no way to escape a bugger , at least , none that she'd seen. 

She'd been in her room when the stray Bugger entered Zone 14. She'd watched in a silent horror as it threw a young child to the ground and sunk its teeth into his neck. The child had screamed , and gagged and cried. Everyone had watched , frozen. They'd just stood there , like sitting ducks. Of course that was what they were , the Bugger wasn't finished yet. It lunged towards an old woman , and latched onto her arm. As she screamed and attempted to wrench her arm away ,the Bugger gave one final  pull , separating the arm from the lady entirely. A man by the name of Bryan had ran towards it , jabbing it repeatedly with a penknife. But to no avail , soon Bryan was infected too. Brown sludge dripped from the wounds , lumps of clot fell to the floor and the Bugger seemed to slow for a second.

People were screaming and running , children were left abandoned on the street , a group of elderly women were sat praying on a bench. All hope was lost , and soon , so was Zone 14.

She'd lived in Zone 14 since she was a toddler. It was a small sector , the kind of place where news got around fast and everybody knew everybody. Growing up in Zone 14 was comfortable , she'd had a supportive family and doting neighbors. But now , at the age of sixteen , Zaia Flegal was alone. Completely alone.  

She'd watched her best friend scream and convulse as the virus spread through her. She'd watched her collapse , and rot from the inside out , eventually spewing bile and blood all over her desk. Zaia couldn't even put an end to Eileen's misery , they had been video chatting at the time. Making plans to escape Zone 14 and search for a safezone. Only moments earlier the radio had announced that Zone 4 had been designated as a refuge , and that all remaining survivors should attempt to make their way to it. What Zaia knew that they had failed to mention , was that all bus and train services had been shut down , and the only mode of transportation available was your own two feet.

"What do you think they're going to do?" Eileen had asked , her charcoal skin contrasting with her thick white jacket. She was alert , leaning forward , waiting for Zaia to speak.

"I've no idea , Eileen. As far as we know , the government hasn't been effected yet. So , hopefully , we'll be able to do something about this mess." Zaia had sighed , and picked at one of the many spots dotting her forehead. Glancing at her reflection in her bedroom mirror , she'd noticed how different she looked. A week ago , her green eyes had been bright , now they were dull and tired. She was sure her nose had gotten bigger and her lips were lopsided as always. She was the complete opposite of Eileen. Eileen had voluminous , wild , curly black hair. Dark , exotic eyes and beautiful full lips. Whilst Zaia looked like all the girls at her school , Eileen stuck out like a sore thumb. Eileen was different , Zaia had liked that.

"I'm starting to wish everything would go back to how it was , I'd even deal with school for it to be that way, you feel?" Swigging from a flask and pulling her legs up onto her chair , Eileen had relaxed back in her chair.

"I feel" She had agreed simply , closing her eyes for the first time in what felt like days. Her head had ached and her back was moaning. She had needed sleep. She'd heard Eileen sigh and clear her throat. Suddenly , it had sounded like Eileen was choaking. Zaia's eyes had snapped open just in time to watch Eileen claw at her own throat , gagging , eventually drawing her own blood.

"Eileen! No!" She'd heard herself scream , as if from a distance.

Zaia had lunged towards her computer , searching desperately for a way to comfort her friend , but as Eileen screamed , and convulsed , her headset had slipped from her head crashing to the floor. Eileen couldn't hear her begging , her crying , her desperation. Zaia had no choice but to watch as her best friend sunk to the desk , as her skin had paled astonishingly. Eileen eventually vomited , discarding the contents of her stomach laced with brown blood. Her eyes were oozing tears and a foggy grey liquid , which dribbled down her face, taking her bold eyeliner down with it. Her lips were showing black vains , lacing together and interlocking like the gnarled branches of an elderly tree. Her best friend was dying. And all Zaia could do was watch. Eileen was slumped on her desk , and there was silence. For a moment Zaia thought she was really dead. But then Eileen's head had risen and Zaia knew her best friend was long gone. Eileen's eyes were bloodshot , and her pupils had clouded over to a pale , dirty brown. Eyeliner tears tracked down the sides of her face , and her lips had chapped and cracked. Her hair had died , no longer big and free , it had sobered into a tangled mess that caught in the microphone of her computer. And then Eileen's body did something that would haunt Zaia for months on end. Eileen clicked.