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hoplessdreamer9796 · 3 years

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BTS 8th Member - All Grown Up; Part 2

The BTS members realise their Y/N is all grown up. Set in 2016 Y/N age is 20 internationally and 22 Korean age. She isn’t a billionaire yet but is still very wealthy.

Read “BTS 8th Member - All Grown Up; Part 1” first.

Haeje, meaning release, is the name of a club (made up), in this au the club makes everyone sign non-disclosure agreements before entering and also takes your phone away. Which is why it’s going to be the regular club for Y/N in this au.

A-Lounge is also a made up club but won’t be mentioned as a regular.

Y/N - Your Name N/N - Nick Name

(English conversation is written in bold)

An hour(ish) later…

The 7 of them all walked into Haeje, having just signed the non-disclosure agreements and handing their phones in. Jimin raised his arms and sighed in deeply, “Aaahh home sweet home.” Jin rolled his eyes at him. They soon made their way to the booth and settled down, ordering drinks and joking around. Yoongi ordering an expensive drink he didn’t even like just to spite Jimin for making him go outside. Jimin just laughed at him and Yoongi glared.

A while later Jimin and Taehyung were on the dance floor with random girls. While the other five were sat around the table drinking and talking. Taehyung came back to the table and sat down against Jin sadly. Yoongi looked at him, “What happened to that girl who’s tongue you were trying to swallow?” Taehyung ignored the dig, sighed in disappointment and shook his head. “She asked if I’d have a threesome with her and her boyfriend.” Taehyung said face scrunched up in disgust. Everyone laughed at him. “At least Jimin lucked out.” Hoseok said. Taehyung pouted and said, “That bitch.” Everyone laughed at him.

Jimin was on the dance floor having the time of his life. This girl was hot, and he was 100% getting laid tonight. Nothing could go wrong… Which is what Jimin thought. But of course, the universe hates him.

As he was dancing with the girl, whose name was Taera, his eyes scanned around the club. Some girl making out with one guy and then making out with another guy on her other side. Good for her. Some guy awkwardly standing on the dance floor, looking like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole, while a girl was practically dancing on top of him. Bad for him. A girl and a guy both taking a shot and then competing over who could chug a beer faster. Definitely the girl the guy already looked drunk off his face and was spilling his beer.

Taera pulled Jimin closer and he looked back down at her. But alarm bells went off in his head and his eyes widened. He whipped his head back over to the boy and girl. It was Y/N who was now laughing at Hangyeol who was pouting at his defeat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He saw Y/N and all of her friends at a booth drinking. He also saw who he assumed was Kyungseok being very touchy with Y/N. Fuck, this wasn’t good. Didn’t she say that they were going to some other club. What is Jimin supposed to do? Fuck you Y/N. Jimin thought to himself, he was going to have to sacrifice a sure thing to save you. He apologised to the girl, “Sorry this probably would have been fun, like really, really fun, but this is an emergency.” He kissed her cheek and then darted back to their table. Leaving a confused Taera in his wake.

“Hey guys this is fun right? Great! Well, that’s enough fun. Let’s go.” He said frantically trying to rush his members up. They all looked at him like he’d gone insane. Namjoon tugged him down by his arm, “We’re not going anywhere. We just got here.” He said to Jimin. Taehyung looked at him smugly, “Why? Did you strike out with that girl?” Taehyung asked him. Jimin scowled at him. “No. For your information I told her I wasn’t interested because I wanted to go home.” Jimin told him matter of factly, trying to hide his nerves.

All of a sudden, they heard a commotion on the other side of the club and looked over. Someone had dropped a glass on the floor and the table was cheering at him. “Hey, aren’t they Y/N’s friends?” Jin asked. Jimin laughed nervously. “Whaaat? Oh, they are what a coincidence.” Jimin said tapping his feet. Namjoon got that feeling in his gut again. He squinted his eyes at Jimin. Jimin was flailing his arms around and rambling, obviously trying to distract them. But from what? Namjoon’s eyes scanned around the club. There was nothing special until he saw it.

Y/N.

His Y/N was dancing with some random guy at a nightclub after saying that she’d be at her parents.

His N/N-ie lied to him.

He was feeling too many emotions to even comprehend right now. “Y/N?” Namjoon asked out loud but it was more disbelieving than curiosity, because that was definitely her. Jin looked at him. “What?” Jin asked him confused. Namjoon wordlessly pointed over in Y/N’s direction, she was laughing at something the guy said.

Jin gasped loudly gaining the rest of his members attention. “What is it hyung?” Hoseok asked Jin concerned. “N/N-ie is over there dancing with some random man whore.” Jin was seething. He knew his princess had been to clubs before. But that was always with Jimin or all of them. She never even showed interest in any guys, always just drinking and hanging out with them. Why would she lie about going to a club? It’s not like they ever stopped her from hanging out with her friends. But as she leaned up to kiss the guy she was dancing with he soon got his answer. The thought of Y/N with a boy made him furious. No wonder she didn’t tell them.

Jin cautiously looks over at the rest of the guys. Namjoon is just sat there disbelievingly. Taehyung moth won’t stop opening and closing as he takes in the scene. Hoseok looks shocked, his eyes wide. Jungkook’s brows furrowed in anger. Yoongi just looked at Y/N and the guy expressionless. “Who the fuck is that?” Yoongi spoke in an angry tone, glaring at the guy whose hands are dangerously low on Y/N’s waist. Jimin sighed in defeat. “What the hell? She said she was visiting her parents?” Hoseok asked angrily. Namjoon snapped out of his shocked state and glared over at Jimin. “Did you know about this?” Jimin looks at him shocked and chokes on air. Spluttering he replies, “What? No! Of course not!” Seeing the unimpressed look his members give him he backtracks, “Okay yeah I knew.” All of his members glare at him and he chuckles nervously. “Just remember N/N-ie is the one with a random guy.”

They all simultaneously look over to Y/N’s direction. “What the hell is hedoing?” Taehyung questioned in disgust, watching this dickhead grinding on dongsaeng. They watched as Y/N tugged the guy down buy his collar to kiss him. Jin practically squawked in disbelief flailing his arms about, “What the hell is she doing?” He asked in horror. Yoongi felt his muscles tense and his fists clench as he saw the stranger’s hands wandering down Y/N’s body. “He’s dead.” He said angrily standing up in order to go punch the guy and then scream at Y/N. “What? No, you psycho, sit down!” Jimin said pushing Yoongi down into his seat. “Why did you think she didn’t tell you guys in the first place? Huh? Because she knew you’d react like this.” Jimin said pacing in front of them waving his arms around. “She so much as looks at a guy and you practically have a stroke. Let the girl breathe. She’s 22 years old (Korean age). If you flip out at her now you’ll only push her away. She didn’t do anything wrong.” Jimin exhaled deeply after his rant. As if he had finally been able to breathe.

To him it felt as if he had gotten rid of a heavy weight. He saw the guilt you felt at lying to the guys, but he also knew what it was like to need an escape. You were smart, it’s not like you would do anything too stupid. He hated that you felt suffocated and had to pretend about any aspect of your life in your own home when they already had to do that so much for work.

A few minutes ago

Y/N was having a great time. All of her friends had arrived at Haeje a while ago, unknowingly just minutes after the rest of her members. They drank and joked momentarily forgetting about life outside the club walls. Kyungseok was practically clinging to her, the non-disclosure agreement letting him do so freely. A guy came over to Soomi and asked her to dance to which her friends cheered at. Hangyeol was waved but still challenged Y/N to a drinking contest. To which she obviously won. Hangyeol’s catch of the night consoled him while he sulked. Kyungseok leaned closer to Y/N, “Want to dance?” He asked her, his voice purposefully deeper in suggestion. She smirked at him and nodded downing her bourbon which had been refilled countless times.

Once they were on the dance floor Y/N saw that Kyungmin, who was terrible at drinking and was already drunk after a few drinks, dropped a glass to which her friends all laughed and cheered. She chuckled lowly at her friends before Kyungseok pulled Y/N close wanting her attention back on him and not her friends. She felt a flash of annoyance at his neediness before pushing it away and smiling at him falsely.

She closed her eyes; The base of the music felt as if it was beating in sync with her heartbeat. The dim lighting made her feel invisible and the touch of another person, his hands on her waist and lips on her neck made her feel pleasure. The combination made her feel alive. She wasn’t an idol or a CEO, she was nobody and it felt amazing.

Kyungseok moved his lips to her ear, “I thought we’d never get time alone.” He said to her biting her ear. She laughed amused at his eagerness pulling him closer. Unknown to her that all of her members were watching her. She tugged him down by the collar of his shirt before connecting their lips. They kissed hurriedly, tongues battled for dominance as she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands and he groaned into her lips. He pulled her closer. As his hands started drifting down she pulled away from him, her teeth tugging at his lower lip as she did. She smirked as she felt him shiver at the action. She left kisses down his jawline and neck up to his ear, feeling him grip her waist tighter. “Do you wanna get out of here?” Y/N whispered to him. He grinned down at her, “Hell yeah.”

They went back to the booth and grabbed their things, Y/N handed Daeho her one of her cards to pay for everything when her friends left. He shook his head, “It’s okay I can pay.” She just looked at him pointedly before looking at the table littered with countless liquors. He grimaced as he looked around the table that had many expensive bottles not to mention the table itself. “I might have to sell my house, but I can pay.” He felt guilty that Y/N always paid for everything. She just smiled and kissed his cheek, “You paid for dinner, this is on me.” She said, he sighed in defeat before taking the card. Pouting he said, “Thank you.” She just laughed, said goodbye hugging him and he kissed her cheek.

Kyungseok grabbed her hand the second she stepped away from Daeho and started to lead her away from the table towards the exit. “Get it N/N-ie!” Hanbin yelled looking away from the girl he was talking to. All of her friends cheered causing Y/N to laugh at them before leaving but not before she put her mask on. They got a cab back to the hotel.

Back at BTS’s booth they were still watching them. As Y/N pulled back from the mystery guy her teeth tugged at his lip, Jungkook groaned in horror, “Eww, that’s disgusting.” He said looking away from the scene. Y/N whispered something to him, and they went back to the table. Unknowingly with seven pairs of eyes planted firmly on them. They watched her interaction with Daeho when all of a sudden they were leaving. Namjoon jumped up from his seat, “She’s leaving. Where does she think she’s going? Is she leaving with him?” The members all gathered their things but Jimin stepped in front of them trying to block their path and reason with them. Yoongi glared at Jimin when he couldn’t see Y/N anymore. Jimin nervously tugged at his collar before he stepped aside.

They rushed past Jimin quickly to get their phones with him trailing behind them, “You guys are being ridiculous, what are you going to do? Hunt her down and ground her?” Jimin asked sarcastically as they all waited at the entrance desk for their phones. Jin nodded enthusiastically, “Oh yeah. Until she’s 50.” Jimin just looked done with life. Namjoon called the private car that they arranged picked up the seven. Taehyung sighed frustrated as there was no Y/N in sight.

The atmosphere in the car was tense as they were driven towards their dorm. They sat in silence, everyone processing what had happened. After they got there they all sat in the living room. Jimin eyes darted between his friends nervously. They continued to sit in silence. Until Hoseok broke the silence, “Well, what do we do?” “Call her.” Yoongi said immediately, his voice tense. Jimin rolled his eyes and folded his arms in resignation at how dramatic his friends were being. Namjoon got his phone out before calling Y/N and putting in on speaker phone.

Ring, ring, ring.

“Hello?” Y/N answered in English. Namjoon didn’t answer. He didn’t know what to say. “Oppa are you okay? What’s wrong?”Namjoon looked at his members, “Nothing’s wrong princess. Are you still at your parents’?” He asked, in Korean, hoping that she would fess up. “Yeah oppa. We skyped Adriel and Adonis. How about you guys?” Namjoon couldn’t believe how easy it was for Y/N to lie to him. He used to always be able to tell when she lied, or he at least thought he did. Since when was she able to lie so well? Namjoon felt uneasiness swirl in his stomach.

“Joonie oppa you there? Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need me to come home?” Y/N asked concern lacing her voice. Namjoon let out a breath. “Would you come home if I asked you to right now?” Namjoon asked her. “Of course I would. Oppa what’s wrong? You’re scaring me.” She questioned in Korean. A warm feeling engulfed him. She would come home to them. He was tempted to do it. But N/N-ie never got a real childhood and would never get to be a normal 20 year old. She was a smart kid he knew that. As much as he wanted to get her away from that random guy, he also wanted her to live her life. “You’re okay right?” Namjoon asked in English. Seokjin’s phone vibrated and he pulled it out, “Oppa check on Namjoon oppa I’m worried about him. Is everything okay? Should I come home?” Jin’s heart softened, even if she didn’t say it often, she loved them a lot. And Jin loved her too, which is why he wanted to get her away from that no doubt STD ridden guy. He showed the text to Namjoon who’s lips tugged up at the text. “Yeah oppa I’m fine.”She said. “Okay Y/N have fun. Bye.” He said hurriedly before one of his members could stop him. “Bye.” Y/N said sounding confused. Namjoon quickly hung up.

He could feel his members, bar Jimin, glaring at him. He ducked his head down to avoid their eyes. Jin quickly texted Y/N saying that Namjoon was fine and that they had a few drinks, so he was emotional. He was tempted to tell her that they knew what she was doing, and she had to come home but for some reason he just couldn’t. She texted him back saying to call her if they need anything.

Yoongi glared at Namjoon, “What the hell is wrong with you? You were supposed to get her to come home not tell her to have fun. The whole problem is that she’s having way too much fun.” Namjoon laughed nervously, “We can talk to her about it tomorrow.” He said dismissively. Yoongi scoffed. “This is ridiculous.” He said pulling his phone out and calling someone. “What are you doing?” Jimin asked in panic. “Calling her mother and simply telling her that Y/N left her laptop here. Since she’s apparently at her parents.” Yoongi said putting his phone on speakerphone.

“Hello? Yoongiah?” Almira asked curiously wondering why her daughter’s member called her. “Hello Eomonim, sorry for calling so late it’s just that Y/N left her laptop here and I was wondering if she’d need it since she has meetings tomorrow? I tried calling her, but she didn’t pick up.” Yoongi said hearing her pause. “Her phone is probably out of charge. Don’t worry about it Yoongiah, I’m pretty sure anything she needs Sooah will have.” Yoongi was confused. “I’m surprised Y/N didn’t come back for it since she’s staying at yours and has meetings tomorrow.” Yoongi said, eyes squinted at the phone. “Yes, she doesn’t go anywhere without that thing. I’m glad she left it. Her and her brothers are catching up and since it’s been a while I’m happy.” What the hell was going on? All of the members looked at each other in confusion. “Yoongiah I’ll tell Y/N you called okay?” She said to him kindly. He nodded in shock before realising she couldn’t see him. “Yes, Eomonim thank you. Have a good night.” He said to her. She said bye and hung up.

“What’s going on?” Jin asked confused as fuck at Y/N’s mother’s response. “Did noona actually make her mom lie to us?” Jungkook asked in disbelief. “I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.” Hoseok says resigned, before he looks over at Jimin who looks back at him weirdly, noticing his stare. “What?” Jimin asks. “Unless you know where she is.” Jimin stared at him in disbelief. “You know what? No. No, I don’t know where she is.” He lied. “And If I did know I wouldn’t tell you.” Jimin said glaring at them his lips in a thin line. Hoseok looked at him in disbelief. “Are you serious? She’s out there with some guy doing…” He trailed off his face twisted into a grimace. “Sex! She’s having sex!” Jimin snapped. “What’s the big deal?”

Yoongi glared at him, “She’s too young.” Jimin scoffed at him. “We all know Jungkook’s had his fair share. What makes Y/N so different? Oh, wait Y/N’s actually older than him so tell me why then!” Yoongi glared but didn’t say anything. Jimin raised his eyebrow at everyone else, all of whom looked away from him. Jimin stomped away from the living room to his room. Everyone else eventually dispersed.

Jimin slammed the door to his room and leaned back in his bed. Groaning in frustration at his member’s attitudes towards the situation. He hated this. He hated the lies but after observing the reaction his members had he knew you had made the right choice. Even he started to feel like you did something wrong with the way the guys were acting. But he knew no matter what he was on your side with this. Because he understood. He knew what is was like to need a distraction and while originally upset about her attitude towards relationships and more importantly her hiding it from them, he grew to accept it after she explained it to him. Explained how she felt like she needed an escape from their crazy lives, how this was the only way she felt like a person at times. And fuck did he understand that.

A while ago

The taxi dropped Kyungseok off at the hotel while Y/N went to the nearest convenience store to buy a phone charger as she forgot hers, she also didn’t want to be seen walking into the hotel with Kyungseok, just in case.

After buying a charger she went into the hotel. Meeting the concierge at the desk she lowers her mask before smiling at him. “Hello Manshik-shi.” The man in his 30’s smiles back at her friendlily. “Good evening Miss Kim.” She frowned at him playfully, “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t be so formal with me.” He laughed lightly before nodding, “Okay Y/N-shi. Here is your room card, your friend has already collected his.” Y/N smiled at him in thanks. He gave her the room key and she tipped him ₩5,000,000. He smiled at her thankfully but in all honesty it was well deserved. During all of her drunken flings at this hotel no media outlet ever found out about it. She smiled at him friendlily before wishing him a good night and raised her mask heading towards the lift.

Before she could press the button her phone rang. She furrowed her brows and wondered why Namjoon would call her. A few minutes later the call ended, and she had texted Jin before getting in the lift. She pressed the button for her floor before the lift doors closed. She then leaned her head back on the mirrors and closed her eyes. She let out a sigh. Of course, she felt guilty for lying to the guys, but she knew that they would go nuts. In their eyes she was still that wide eyed teenager who had to look after her family and had no one looking after her. She was still their baby to the members older than her.

Not to mention how protective Jungkook was of her, ‘his noona’ as he called her. Who he adored. He looked up to her so much and she didn’t deserve it. In his eyes she could do no wrong and no guy was worth her time. Jungkook was practically a guard dog when it came to men, jealous when anyone took his noona’s attention away from him. It was adorable and she loved him, but it made her feel as if she had to put up a front with him. Pretend to be a better person than she was.

But when he looked at her with doe brown eyes that sparkled in admiration resembling the way her younger brothers look at her, she realised that there is nothing she wouldn’t do for him and their members. So, she would continue to put up this front, pretend to be that girl from 4 years ago if it made them happy.

She’s a twenty year old girl with so many responsibilities that she feels like she will crumble under the pressure at times. But the sex and alcohol are distractions, during that time in a hotel room it’s only her and the other person, whoever that may be. She knew that booze and sex weren’t exactly the healthiest coping mechanisms, but it worked for her.

And truth be told she didn’t have anywhere near enough time for a relationship. In all honesty she didn’t want one. In her mind she was the last person who should ever be in a relationship. She’s terrible with affection and practically emotionally retarded. She can hug someone casually but in an emotional situation you’d probably find more comfort in hugging a rock. She’s fucked up and the thought of a committed relationship makes her feel uneasy.

So, she’d continue the meaningless flings. Continue her (not really friends) friends with benefits situation for as long as she could and when Kyungseok decided that he either wants more from her or to break up she would move on to the next guy and repeat. It was the easiest thing for her to do. The alcohol coursing through her veins prevented her from thinking any more about how screwed up she is and stopped her muscles from tensing too much, it created a pleasant buzz that resounded throughout her body.

Opening the room door, she sees Kyungseok on the bed on his phone, he looks up at her and smiles turning his phone off. She walk over to him slowly and sits next to him. She turns her head and stares into his eyes, putting a hand on his cheek, he sighs and leans into her hand for a moment before leaning down to kiss her. She soon forgets about life outside the four walls of the hotel room. (You can guess what happens here)

Around 5am

Y/N wakes up to the vibration of her phone under her pillow, she had set an alarm on the lowest vibration setting. Squinting in confusion as to why she set an alarm at this unholy hour she was about to go back to sleep until she felt the weight around her waist. Snapping her eyes open she sees Kyungseok next to her and then remembers where she is along with the events of last night.

She carefully removes his arm in order to not wake him and walks over to her duffel bag, that Sungmin oppa left, and pulls out her clothes, quickly changing before collecting her clothes and heels from last night that were scattered around the floor and stuffing them in the bag. After wearing the pair of trainers she packed and the coat from last night, she puts on her mask and cap before searching the bag pocket for the keys to Romeo.

After making sure she had everything she looked back at Kyungseok to make sure she hadn’t woken him. She was about to leave the room but hesitated for a moment. She tilts her head to the side before sighing and walked over to the nightstand, where there was a complementary notepad and pen with the hotel’s logo on them. She scribbled something down before tearing the note from the pad and placing it on her pillow and then silently left the room.

Unknown to her Kyungseok was awoken by the vibrations from her phone just like he was every time. And just like every time he silently watched her walk away from him so easily when it was so hard for him. But then he saw stop walking and as she was about to turn around he quickly closed his eyes. He heard her footstep come towards him and he hated the flutter of hope that felt. He felt confused when her heard her pick up something from the nightstand and soon after heard a tearing sound, followed by disappointment when he heard her footsteps walking away and the quiet beeping of the hotel room door.

Opening his eyes fully he saw a piece of paper on her pillow and reached out for it. ‘Last night was fun love. I have work soon but get whatever you want for breakfast, it’s on me.’ He knew she was lying, that she doesn’t have any plans early in the day or she would have left earlier like she normally does when she has something scheduled for the mornings. Despite knowing this he can’t help his racing heartbeat at the thought that maybe one day he could mean something more to her. Shifting in the bed he lays his head down on the pillow she used, engulfed in her scent he falls back to sleep the paper still clutched in his hand.

Y/N sighs after exiting the hotel room, feeling guilty for leaving without a word, but it was easier this way. The thought of waking up with someone was like making a promise that she would be there the next time as well. That she was there for more than the sex when in truth she wasn’t. And the last thing she wanted was to play with someone’s feelings, so she let Kyungseok know at every possible opportunity that this meant nothing to her, that it was just sex.

Walking out she sees Manshik still at the concierge’s desk. When he sees her he smiles and she returns the gesture with a wave. Leaving the hotel, that convinienty and thankfully didn’t have doormen at night, she walked into the car park towards the usual place in which Sungmin usually parks her car. After finding Romeo she puts her bag in the back seat before driving to the dorm to shower and sleep.

Unaware of the shit storm that was going to happen after she woke up.

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turtleedovee · 3 years

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Life Has A Funny Way of Working Out (Pt. 3)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 2,454

Warnings: cursing, shouting, destruction (kinda), magic using, controlling someone, manipulative ex (if there’s anything else I miss please let me know!)

A/N: Part 3! hello lovely people thank you for reading this, I really liked writing this so I hope you guys enjoy this chapter just as much as I enjoyed writing it, not gonna lie... shit kinda hits the fan. There will probably be one more chapter after this, I mean I didn’t really see where else I was going with this after this last chapter but idk I might pick it up if I have another idea but anyways enjoy! Remember that I also post this on my ao3 so if you want to read it there my user is the same as my tumblr.

The next morning Bucky woke up to the sunlight streaming into the room, he began turning around and the first thing he noticed was how your side of the bed was empty. Panic began to set in until he heard shuffling in the living room, he slowly got up, rubbed his eyes and headed towards the noise coming from the living room, noticing how you were chipping off a piece of your broken wall.

“Hey, goodmorning?” Bucky asked, confused as to what you were doing.

You turned around to face Bucky, “Oh, good morning. I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

“No don’t worry about it, what’re you doing?” He spoke while watching you struggle to pull a small piece of wood off the wall, the white paint slowly peeling off.

“Need to get this fixed before my landlady sees it and goes berserk.” You trailed off finally getting a big enough piece, you put it in a baggy and stuffed it inside your pocket. “Come on, let’s go.” You said grabbing your bag from the counter.

Bucky stared at you, dumbfounded, “Wait, wha- go where?”

“To get coffee? It’s the least I can do for you.” You grabbed your keys and made your way towards the door.

“I told you, you don’t owe me anything alright.”

“Barnes.” You stated, placing your hand on your hip and drumming your fingers on the counter, “Get your ass ready and let's go get some coffee.” You ordered.

Bewildered, Bucky responded, “Yes ma’am.” and headed towards your bathroom and began getting ready, mainly to make sure he didn’t look like he just woke up.

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Getting out of the house was good for you, having something to do to distract yourself seemed like a good way to heal. Both you and Bucky went out to get coffee and some breakfast. While you two sat down and ate you also talked and laughed, really about anything and everything, the conversation going from fits of laughter to comfortable silence. Bucky then joined you to the hardware store to buy paint and other supplies to fix your broken wall, he had offered to help which you happily took, being around the people who you cared about most was all you wanted but you wanted to refrain from going to the Compound for ‘no reason.’ Everyone there was highly perceptive and you really didn’t want anyone else to know, part of you knew you shouldn’t feel ashamed and yet you did. They were like your family so you weren’t sure why you didn’t ever feel ready to share your anger.

But telling Bucky felt right. You two had been there for each other during some of the lowest moments of each other's life, so he knew how to comfort you. He was always patient with you which is saying something considering how frustrated he gets when someone takes too long trying to do or explain something.

After running around the city for a few hours and feeling pretty good, you and Bucky started walking towards your apartment building when you looked up and suddenly the pit in your stomach formed and you shuddered with dread.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You said, almost shouting, at your ex who was now exiting your apartment building.

“Oh… hey, I was looking for you.” He said casually, as if you two were doing just fine.

You felt your face begin to heat with anger, “I told you I didn’t want to see you again, what do you want?”

“Listen I just want to talk about the mistakes of last night-”

“Oh! The mistakes?! Which one, do you mean the one where you decided to hit me?” You stepped closer, not caring who heard you.

“Babe please I was angry you can’t be mad at me about that.” He calmly said.

You knew what he was trying to do, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of trying to play himself off as the calm collected guy and you as the crazy girlfriend.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself, “I am mad at you and I told you: we’re done. So you need to leave. Now.”

He started to reach out for your hand. “C’mon I know you don’t mean that-”

“Hey,” Bucky, who had stood back throughout the conversation letting you take charge, came in front of you and diverted the hand from coming near you, “she said to leave her alone so I suggest you listen to her before things get out of hand.”

His calm and cool demeanor changed in an instant when his eyes landed on Bucky. He scoffed, and noticed how you backed-up behind Bucky, “Are you being serious right now?” He looked at both of you and as if something clicked in his little brain he stepped back from the both of you. “Oh I see what this is, you only dumped me so you wouldn’t get caught cheating on me with this dick.” He said and shoved Bucky back, you grabbed Bucky’s arm to stop him from doing anything stupid, mainly so you could do something stupid and make sure Bucky didn’t get into any trouble.

“I told you I never cheated on you, and whatever my business with Bucky is, it’s my business, I don’t owe you any explanation given that I broke up with you so get over it.” You gritted your teeth, standing in front of Bucky to stare down your ex.

He gave a harsh laugh, “This is unbelievable you’re freaking out on me for catching you and now you don’t even want to admit that you did anything wrong!” He shouted, Bucky began to glance around noticing that people were staring.

“I didn’t cheat on you, asshat!”

“Oh please, now you're acting like a bitch.”

“Okay, that’s enough, leave her alone. Before you make yourself look more like a fool.”

He sized Bucky up, “Or what? You’ll kill me?” He puffed out his chest and pushed himself forward getting in Bucky’s face. “I know what you are: a killer, that’s all you ever have been and all you ever will be.”

Bucky didn’t move, didn’t break eye contact. You feared that he wanted Bucky to beat him to a pulp, but he stayed there, unwavering in his stare.

“She asked you to leave.” Bucky repeated. “So leave.”

“Nah… I don’t think so.” Before Bucky could even blink he noticed a rising fist coming straight for him. But before he could block the blow, the fist stopped; midair, the guy’s face contorting in pain.

Bucky looked over his shoulder and realized you were controlling him, anger clouded your eyes.

“I told you to leave me alone. But you didn’t listen.” Bucky stepped back as you stepped forward, forcing your hand forward, making him drop to his knees, grunting in pain. “I told you what would happen if you so much as looked at me. Do you know how easy it would be to kill you right now?” You leaned into his ear and whispered, “Like breaking a toothpick.” You stood back up, anger creating an invisible barricade between you and him, you didn’t care who saw, you didn’t care what happened, all you knew is that he deserved nothing. “Give me one good reason why I should let you live.”

He tried to open his mouth, but you didn’t let him, he could see sweat falling down his forehead, and Bucky looked around, seeing all the eyes staring down at you in fear. Bucky walked up slowly to you and put his hand on your shoulder, feeling how tense you were. “[F/N], not here not now.”

Bucky’s touch seemed to remove the dark clouds that surrounded you and his soft words brought you back to reality. That was when you noticed the crowd, eyes just staring at you, along with flashes of cameras. He got what he wanted, he wanted you to lash out so he could play the victim, and you fell right into it.

You dropped him and started walking back to your apartment, Bucky following quickly behind you. You heard him start yelling, you tried not to pay attention but something he said caught your attention, “You think you’re done with me?! Just wait until your little guard dog leaves. Now what I did in there was just a warning.” He shouted while he started standing up.

“What was just a warning?” You asked, already up the stairs to the entrance of the building.

He just smirked, “Oh you’ll see, don’t think you can embarrass me like that, once I’m done with you, you’ll regret everything coming your way.” And with that notion he walked off, with a noticeable limp; you tried to process what he just said. What was he doing in your apartment? How did he get in? All of these thoughts ran through your head as you started fumbling with your keys.

“Shit.” You whispered as you began racing through the hallways towards your apartment, not paying attention to Bucky trying to tell you to slow down. When you finally arrived at your door you carelessly shoved the keys in and pushed the door to open when you finally realized what he meant as a warning.

You seemed to stop breathing all together dropping the paint and other supplies you needed to fix the hole in the wall, now, useless. He completely destroyed your apartment, your eyes scanned the living room and kitchen; to your right plates, mugs, and bowls were shattered into a million pieces, the different colors made a mosaic on the floor, the refrigerator door was left open and fruits and other foods laid splattered as well, now most likely spoiled. Your dining table was broken, all the legs of the chairs were sitting scattered with wood chunks around them. The potted plants you had now laid down on the floor, dirt pouring over the floor. Your couch had slash marks, the stuffing inside them was sprayed everywhere on what remained of your coffee table, your television now screening the various black and white speckles along with glass falling from the screen and surrounding the living room you were in the night before; and you could only imagine what else he did in your room.

Devastation couldn’t even begin to describe how you were feeling. You clenched your jaw, you felt more violated than before. He somehow managed to sneak into your home, and destroy the first place you had felt at peace in. You slowly stepped inside the apartment, the crunching of wood, glass, and broken ceramics under your shoes, and looked closer at everything, you felt as though your entire world had been slipped out from under you; grabbing a broken picture frame you looked at the picture inside now covered in dust, stuffing, wood chips, and dirt.

Bucky was at a loss for words, you two were only gone a few hours, that man you once trusted managed to destroy the one place you were safe in. He didn’t know what to say, or how to comfort you.

“You should get going,” You said quietly, not looking up from the picture, “I need to fix things around here.”

“[F/N] please, you don’t need to do this alone, let me help-”

“No!-” You shouted, “Please just, I need to be alone for a little.”

Your sudden shout startled Bucky but he knew when to back off. “Alright, call me later ok?” He asked, heading towards the door.

“Yeah, for sure I’ll… see you later.” You said distracted. Barely noticing that Bucky had walked out the door, you looked back down on the floor and noticed another picture, this one was ripped in half. Slowly picking it up you realized it was a picture that you and the rest of the Avengers had taken during Tony’s holiday party, the happy faces now ripped apart and stained.

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Bucky stayed outside your door for a few minutes, conflicted knowing that you wanted to be alone but he was worried that if he left your ex would come back and in his gut he knew that no matter how strong you were, being alone with him would not be the best thing in the world for you right now. He usually could help you out with anything but this was something completely different. Sure there were bad guys back in the 40s but growing up with sisters and a mother with a firm hand, he knew how to be a gentleman; and so did most men back then. He tried racking his brain for how he could help you out, when he finally got an idea. He made his way to his motorcycle that he had parked across the street the night before and headed towards the Compound.

After about half an hour later he made it back to the Compound and began his search; he looked around the living room and kitchen but it seemed empty, and after wandering for a few minutes he decided it would be pointless running around this Labyrinth.

Sighing, he said, staring at the ceiling, “F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

“Yes, Mr. Barnes?” An automated female voice responded back.

“Where’s Tony?”

“In his lab, sir.”

Bucky began his trek to the lab, “Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“You are welcome sir.”

After a couple of minutes of walking he finally arrived at the entrance of the lab where he noticed Tony tinkering with the helmet of his suit, too busy to hear that Bucky had now entered his lab.

“Tony I need to ask you for a favor.”

Tony just sighed, not taking his eyes away from his helmet, “Kind of in the middle of something Barnes so you better make this quick.”

“It’s about [F/N].”

This seemed to cause Tony to take his eyes off of his project and stare at Bucky, puzzled.

“And what about [F/N]?” Tony asked, standing up and crossing arms.

Bucky knew you didn’t want anyone else to know about what happened, but he knew you needed help, so he chose his next words carefully, “Something happened and well her apartment was compromised. She needs a new-”

“Was it that douche-bag boyfriend of hers?” Tony stated flatly.

Bucky stared at Tony, bewildered, “Ex-boyfriend.” He corrected.

Tony just hummed, after a few seconds of silence he finally started, “I can tell you don’t want to tell me whatever it is that happened and well whatever did happen doesn’t matter anymore so, tell me Cyborg, what is it you need me to do?”

Pushing aside the nickname he started to tell Tony his plan.

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broadwayandnetflix · 4 years

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Pick Me Up - Bill Hader x Reader

Theme: Fluff, with some Angst

Warnings: Language, Use of Alcohol

Summary: Bill wakes up in the early hours of the morning with a request to pick up a rather drunken you.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I started this ages ago, I still really dig some of my word usage in this fic. Once again, Maggie Carey and Bill will not be married in this fic. Thanks for dealing with my sporadic fic posting.

It was just supposed to be one drink. Even if you could remember that rule, you were pissed off and needed to forget everything for a while. Just enough for the alcohol to slip into your system and make you feel somewhat fixed for the night.

Except one drink became two, and three, and soon five. I think it’s important to note that you were an incredible lightweight when handling alcohol.

Usually, you’d have a friend by your side, but this bar wasn’t that far of a walk from your apartment. It would almost be quite the resource, but you rarely tended to turn to drink.

Except that is, until you found out that your boyfriend of five years cheated on you. You were crushed, obviously, but you had almost seen this coming. Or maybe you didn’t; it just didn’t seem impossible for him to pull this act on you.

After booking a job as a cast member on the thirty-eighth season of Saturday Night Live, you often found yourself becoming busier than you had ever been. You would frequently come home late and not have enough time for your partner as you had imagined.

Except, Justin had been so understanding. Why wouldn’t he? He was a surgeon at Lenox Hill and would always take night shifts to keep things afloat.

He was charming, kind, and always knew how to surprise you. You could still picture your future wedding and marriage so vividly; he was the man of your dreams, but was he really?

He probably wasn’t when you had found him fucking a random girl senseless in your shared bedroom. That’s beside the point, everything felt floaty and fuzzy, and the bartender looked concerned.

“Want me to call someone for you?” she suggested as she leaned against the counter. One hand flipping a pen, the other sneaking up to the phone beside her on the wall.

Justi-no, just no, you stopped yourself quickly.

You swallowed carefully, looking at her with an emotion swirling within you that you couldn’t quite place. She cocked an eyebrow, just waiting for your answer to flop into her fingertips.

“His name is, um, he’s a friend. Just a friend, yeah, sure. Okay, hmph. His number is-,”

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He had just gotten to bed finally, or so he had thought, almost perfecting not focusing on the way his breathing was lulling him to sleep. It was way too late for this anyway; he would definitely make a pick me up at the local joe’s the next morning.

That was until he heard a faint buzzing come from his bedside table; he rubbed his eyes with annoyance. At this hour, who the hell was disrupting him was his first thought, that was until he saw an odd number.

Seth had always told him not to accept calls like these, but something didn’t sit right. Hopefully, he was wrong; it could very well be someone ‘butt-dialing’ him.

“Hello?” damn, he sounded gruff, was this new?

“Hi, I’m here with Y/N; she’s currently here with me at April’s Brewery on 16 W 51st street. It’s getting rather late, and we are closing up soon. She said I should call you, Bill, right?” she confirmed, the information twisting around in his drowsy mind.

“Oh, um, yeah, I am. Is Y/N, okay? I mean, yeah, I’m coming as soon as possible.” he stammered, hanging up before she could even speak, rushing out the door, and calling forth a taxicab.

Why did Y/N pick him of all people? He was him, and you were well you! He didn’t even think you were even that close, well, maybe you were. Things between you and him were pretty nice; you could make him laugh like no other. You made his days better, even if it was with something small and not that big in retrospect.

Except then again, wasn’t this Jus-whoever’s job? Your boyfriend’s job to pick you up? Why were you even drinking in the first place? He had many questions.

The cab pulled to a halt, and he paid the necessary change. Giving the driver a tight-lipped smile, he hopped out and made his way into the destination he was given.

The bar looked reasonably deserted at this point. Still, there you sat looking absolutely crushed, or what appeared that way, nursing what seemed to be a glass of something that didn’t quite look like water. Lost in some conversation with the women who he assumed had called him, her eyes catching him in what looked to be a sense of relief.

She had whispered something to you, but instantly you poked your head up. Immediately locking eyes with him, you pulled yourself up, an excited grin dashing upon your lips.

“You came, oh Billy!” you squealed, rushing over to him before slipping, his arms rushing over to hold you up.

Billy? he thought with much amusement and, of course, concern.

“Woah Y/N, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this...” he drew on his words, your head tilting in confusion.

“I’ve never seen you this drunk,” he admitted finally only to have you burst into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, Billy, you are so fucking funny. Do you know that? You make me laugh so much, like a crazy amount. God, you are so cute!” His eyes widened. Were you cheating? No, no, he couldn’t do this.

“Y/N, sweetie.” he began while sliding the bartender a couple twenties, leading you out the door. Steering the two of you to a nearby pocket of space between the bar and a convenience store.

“You have a boyfriend, I sincerely hope you didn’t forget,” he stated only to see you deflate at the thought.

“No, not anymore, or at least I don’t think so.” you cried the tears coming down faster than he could’ve imagined.

Wait, really? He sure as hell didn’t see this coming; you two had been together for what had appeared to be a long time. Judging by your conversations at work, things seemed to be fine between you two, rusty, but okay.

You shifted your feet, looking anywhere but him, he gulped, taking hold of your quivering hands that tugged at each finger anxiously. Eyes widening, you looked up at him, something settling in your eyes that he couldn’t quite process.

He smiled softly, lifting up his thumb to wipe away your tear stained cheeks. That’s what friends did, right? You sniffed, pulling back a little farther.

“I don’t think I can go back home tonight; Justin cheated on me with someone from his work.” you huffed, feeling everything come back at full swing.

“Oh Y/N/N, come here,” he whispered, beckoning you into his arms. It absolutely crushed him to see you so....broken.

Slowly but surely, you fell into his arms and sobbed quietly. His hands rubbing soothing circles onto your back, whispering sweet nothings to you. Anything to help, god, he hoped he was helping.

“God, I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” you choked out after a while, clearing your throat and pulling away from him.

His eyes darting between yours and the way your hands twitched anxiously. The sky now a deep violet speckled in navy clouds, stars peeking out from the city fog to illuminate your surroundings. The neon lights of the convenience store sitting behind you showing just how late it was. The way it hit you all at once, lighting up the way your cheeks were stained from your tears.

He had never really had a chance to tell you how beautiful you were. It wasn’t even like he was trying to start trouble; you just were.

Whether it was in weekly meetings, bright and early, the buzz of the day settling into the cast. He’d notice it, the way your lips curved into that gorgeous grin you always seemed to carry on you. The way you did your hair, how it complimented your features so effortlessly. How your eyes would filter in appreciation of everyone in the room, how you’d stop shortly at his. The crinkle in your eyes, a smile beaming at him, offering a little wink.

Mornings with you were never dull, or at least that’s what he thought. He always knew you were out of his reach, so his heart stayed far from him, like a buoy sinking up and back down into the waves of his consciousness, always there but never willing to commit.

Even now, in your current state, he was in awe of your beauty. Yet, it wasn’t polite to stare, and he had to make sure that you’d get some sleep and a cup of water and painkillers by your side the next morning.

“I have a spare bedroom. Honestly, it’s way too late, and I don’t mind it.” Bill gestured, trying to focus on any signs of protest that could erupt from you.

“O-okay,” you whispered in agreement, rubbing your eyes as fatigue started to settle in. A motion that Bill definitely didn’t miss while he looked you up and down.

He gave a toothy grin before motioning you to follow him, standing before the bustling streets of Manhattan. Even at night, cars buzzed and honked past at moderate speeds. His hand outstretched to catch the attention of taxis, one hand reaching out to take ahold of yours.

It felt nice when he touched your little hands slip into his somewhat larger grasp; it felt normal almost. God, he was such a freak, you just got cheated on. You were just friends, nothing else. Get it together, Hader.

A car pulled close to the curb, and within seconds the two of you settled in. He gave the address and buckled in. You looked rather comfy with your face smudged against the cab window.

He smiled softly, as slowly but surely, you fell asleep. The city blurring around the two of you, bright lights and street signs becoming one. He always admired New York City at night, the way it never really stopped moving. Despite the early hours of the morning, people still bustled amongst the streets.

It was still fairly early into his departure of Saturday Night Live; his face was familiar, but not quite famous like his other costars. He could walk the streets with ease and get stopped only a few times. He didn’t know how long it’d last, but he enjoyed the sense of invisibility he carried.

You, however, were admired by many. Bill could remember your first few days on set, those who were not married or dating setting bets on you. Hader often scoffed at the idea of winning your heart amongst his coworkers, you were a constellation, and he was light-years away. That is until you mentioned that you were dating some doctor, and the competition died down.

Yet every now and then, his stomach would grow a flutter, and his cheeks would blush when you’d lay your head on his shoulder, a familiar friendly feat you’d perform after long hours in 30 Rock. He hated that he crushed someone who was taken; he never once stopped hating himself for that.

The car halted to a stop, Hader’s apartment complex sitting right outside. He eyed the cash monitor for the second time that night. In an instant, he paid the acceptable amount, tipping the driver for good measure. Almost standing up before remembering how you had fallen asleep against the window.

He huffed anxiously, wondering how on earth he would do this. The driver was obviously tired and not pleased with the hold-up between his departure towards his own comfy mattress. Grabbing his stuff, he slipped out of his side before going around to opening your door.

Your figure slumping towards the pavement before he scooped you up in his arms. Internally cursing himself if you were to wake up, and want him to rid you of himself at once. Instead, you peeked one eye open, his body heaving anxiously. Y/E/C peeking up at him in dazed confusion, before murmuring something and nuzzling deeper into his hold.

It was a skill that he hadn’t perfected, getting someone into his house, without making much noise. Not to mention the fact that you were asleep in his arms, chest rising in perfect rhythm. He nudged the cab door closed and made his way up to his apartment door. Victoriously managing to slide his hand out from underneath you and into opening his front door.

Slipping into the building, he quietly kicked the door closed behind him. You only stirred, which promptly stopped him dead in his tracks, before continuing on towards the spare bedroom he owned.

Gently he laid you down onto the bed, your body curling up at the contact of the comfortable mattress. He smiled before digging around to place a blanket over you, fitting it, so you were well adjusted to sleeping.

His heart heavy and mind slowly beginning to beg for sleep, his feet padding towards the door of the guest bedroom. That is until he heard a rustle and a soft murmur escape your lips.

“What was that, Y/N? Did you say something?” he wondered aloud, his eyes trying to adjust towards the room now blanketed in darkness.

“It’s-just, I’m not used to sleeping alone anymore, you know? I’m so tired, though, could you stay until I fall asleep?” you admitted softly, playing with the sheet covers on top of you.

Bill’s eyes widened into the size of saucers; he didn’t see this coming. He shook his head before quickly nodding in your direction; you yawned without much thought and laid back, dozing off.

He stood there absolutely puzzled on what to do, except stare, which was definitely not inappropriate whatsoever. His eyes darting anywhere in the room, but you, he focused on an old rocking chair that his mother gave him when he first moved in.

It looked comfy enough. It would do, if that’s what you wanted, that’s what a friend would do. God, he hoped that’s what a friend would do in this case scenario.

The chair creaked noisily, and he cringed every single time until you stirred once again, thrusting your hand upward into the air. He sat puzzledly until your finger flicked up and down to signal him to join you.

He gulped, “please, Bill, just for tonight?” you said with a slight whimper.

Timidly he shoved the covers outward to create space, sliding into the bed, stiff as aboard. You couldn’t help but murmur something sleepily before rolling over beside him.

He froze, but he couldn’t stay awake forever. Your head now resting upon his chest, curling into his side, you smelled nice. He let you stay put before trying to get situated himself, sleep soon beginning to overtake him.

Friends totally did this, yep, of course, they did, Bill.

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spideyanakin · 3 years

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Therefore, I am

Tom Holland x Reader

Therefore I am by Billie Eilish

Synopsis; ‘Im not your friend, or anything damn. You think that you’re the man, I think, therefore I am.’

Requested by; Anonymous /// Tom Holland enemies-to-lovers imagine where y/n & Tom are kinda enemies & when they’re arguing one day she passes out. When she comes to, she sees him sleeping beside her on a couch at the hospital . A nurse sees that she’s awake & tells her what happened, including how freaked out her “husband” Tom has been. She’s all flustered because of Tom’s referral of their relationship & when Tom wakes up, they admit their feelings for each other & it’s all fluffy & cute

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“I'm not your friend or anything, Damn Holland!” You bitterly chuckled as you were once again getting into a fight with Tom behind the trailers.

Playing MJ was supposed to be the best thing in your life, but a certain British actor made it your worst nightmare.

Playing Mary Jane Watson was your dream role since you were a child, so when you got a call to audition for the newly made love interest in the new Spider-man reboot, you couldn’t have been happier. Michelle Jones was supposed to be a homage to the original MJ, and you couldn’t even believe that you had gotten this amazing role. But that didn’t go as planned. Especially when you didn’t get along with your co-star.

The little British boy that melted every girl’s heart almost made you sick to your stomach. You couldn’t even stand the small fake smiles he would throw at you every now and then on set, and his high pitched always happy voice made you want to throw a Starbucks in his face.

“I’m just trying to be nice Y/n! I don’t know what I did to you!” He tried to defend himself but your face twisted at his words, the way he made butterflies bloom inside your stomach making you even angrier.

“You should really get off your high horse. Not everyone likes you!” You threw your hands in defeat. “I'm not your friend or anything, Damn, you think that you're THE man, I think, therefore, I am. So don’t come at me. I’m not one of those 13-year-old girls who drool all over you.” You stammered before walking off towards the set your nerves never calming down as you tried to shove away the way he made you feel.

You chuckled as Jacob made a joke, Tom slowly coming up to the pair of you with a warm Starbucks in his hand.

"What was so funny?" He smiled as he finally glimpsed at your happy face, the way a smile looked on you making him smile for himself.

"British boy going to cry because he didn’t get to hear the joke?" You pouted. "It’s none of your business. Don’t you have tea to drink?" You questioned the anger rising a little higher as he stayed planted in front of you like a deer in headlights.

"Tom set is ready." A woman interrupted as he was about to reply, Tom, scrunching his face up and leaving with a knot in his stomach.

"You know he’s a really nice guy once you get to know him?" Jacob told you as the vibes died down, leaving an angry silence.

"That stuck up British brat?" You raised your eyebrows. "I’d rather be friends with Seb and Mackie thank you very much, at least they understand me." You eyed the script that was scattered on the table, slowly wishing for a Starbucks as Tom’s drink lingered in your mind.

Hours after your encounter you were still angry from your earlier conversation. Your hatred for Tom became so present that it was almost draining all your energy. Tom clouded your mind so much you could barely sleep, barely eat and your newfound habits always made you on edge.

“Y/n im worried.” Tom approached you in between a few scenes as you thankfully grabbed your Starbucks from an assistant. “You seem tired and all you eat or drink are Chai tea’s-”

“Wait a minute.” You bitterly chuckled as the grip on your drink became a little tighter. “what the hell are you talking about?” Your eyes went wide as you felt like throwing your drink in his face at his sudden comment. "Who are you to judge my habits. Mr. Im Spider-man"

“Y/n-”

“Ha- Get my pretty name outta your mouth.” You placed your hand up as he took a step towards you.

“Y/n-” He raised his voice a little so he could talk over you. “I think you hate me a little too much- It's scary-”

“Don't talk about me like how you might know how I feel” You raised your voice even a little louder. “Mr.Top of the world, but your world isn't real.” You angrily poked his chest. “Your world's an ideal- Not every girl around here his head over heels for you. So stop chasing me around Holland.”

“Y/n” Tom scrunched his face up as he thought of something to tell you, your words hitting him like knives as his feelings for you only bloomed, your words slowly breaking his heart. “Im not trying to flirt with you!" He lied. "And im sorry but you're the one acting a little selfish right now! I could say the same thing! Who told you I liked you? huh?” He said unsure as he knew very well his feelings for you were obvious.

"You did!" You screamed in his face as you remembered the first week of back and forth flirting, reckoning the day he got shy and stopped talking to you, making you turn into an angry grinch each time he tried to approach you.

"I-" he tried to speak again but the words failed him.

“Whatever you have to say I really couldn't care les-” You were about to shove your drink onto his shirt when you suddenly felt your head going dizzy, losing balance, your body quickly colliding with the floor before Tom could even realize what was happening.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open as you felt someone move around you. The white ceiling and bright lights slowly took you aback, you stare shifting to the green eyes that stared right at you with a bright smile.

“You’re finally awake.” The blonde woman smiled as she fixed the tubes that were planted into your arm. “Your husband here was really worried.” She chuckled to herself and your eyebrows folded in question while Tom who was sitting in the corner of the room wished he could turn invisible. “no matter how many times I told him you would be fine,” she clicked her tongue shaking her head as she continued smiling. “He still wanted to stay, never leaving your side.” She eyed Tom who’s cheeks had turned bright red, the brunette giving her an awkward smile as a response.

You slightly raised your head, still confused and desperately wondering who was that husband of yours she was talking about. But your cheeks went as red as Spider’s man suit when you met eyes with the one person you told yourself was your sworn enemy.

You didn’t say anything as the nurse took her clipboard and quickly read what was written on it, smiling at you once again when she looked up to meet your eyes.

“So, you passed away because of lack of sleep, dehydration, and bad diet-” She stopped in her words and turned towards Tom who was just blankly staring at the wall as he thought of the nurse calling him your husband. “A little birdie told me you’ve only been feeding yourself with Starbucks Chai tea’s” She raised her eyebrows towards you and you let out a large sigh accompanied with a fake smile.

“And your tension is pretty high- Your job must be really stressful... try to either take a break or find ways to relax” She added with a small smile and nodded before walking out of the room, leaving a trail of heavy silence behind her.

You watched the ceiling, too nervous to make eye contact with Tom who was awkwardly looking at the clock.

“Are we going to talk about this?" He wondered and you sighed as you placed your hand towards your face in desperation, wishing you could just slip away from the conversation by screaming at him and running away.

“What’s there to talk about?” You questioned and looked at him for answers. Tom eyed you with a puzzled face, his traits scrunching up as he did.

“Stop doing that!” You almost screamed towards Tom, folding your eyes as you tried to look away.

“huh?” Tom questioned a little confused by your sudden reaction.

“The desperate face!” You defended yourself and looked back at him. “Now you’re doing your confused face!”

“My what?” Tom asked in disbelief.

“The desperate face where you smash your lips together and sigh and you kinda look like a monkey but it’s cute and it makes my heart skip a beat and agh.” You groaned in frustration as you wanted to turn around on your side, Tom’s cheeks turning even redder at your comment.

The wheels in Tom’s brain turned around for a few seconds as he realized what was happening. You loved him so much you hated him. Every single mean word you said was just a way to cope with the fact that you were head over heels for him.

"You like me." He realized and your face turned towards his, your eyes becoming wide and face flushing as he blew your cover.

"I hate you. There’s a difference." Tom shook his head at your reply.

"Nah. I think your so in love with me all you can do is hate me."

"Nah" you shook your head in denial, trying to hide the blush that had crept to your face with the hand that wasn’t connected to the feeding tubes.

"I would say you even like me more than I like you- I doubt that though." He pointed towards you not realizing the words that had slipped out of his mouth.

"Wait you like me?" You raised your eyebrows as your eyes became wide open, Tom’s cheeks turning red as he realized you didn’t know. The tables turning as the situation reversed.

"I-"

"You like me!" This time you were the one pointing towards Tom. "And you-" you felt the anger rise even more as you thought back to the times he was ignoring you, grabbing the nearest pillow and throwing it at him.

"Hey!" He defended as he grabbed it, realizing you would be needing it to rest your head.

"You ignored me! You pushed me away!" You almost screamed and Tom sheepishly stood in the middle of the room holding onto the pillow that you had targeted him with.

"You thought I didn't like you?" He questioned as he stood frozen on the spot, realizing why you were truly acted as you did.

"No! It felt like you played me!" You placed your free hand back to your face as a way to hide the tears that were going to fall. "You're telling me that ignoring all my messages was a love note?” You deadpanned as you felt the drugs the nurse had placed into the tube kick in, your head slightly feeling dizzy.

"Y/n- The reason why I ignored you was because- Because I didn't know what to say! I would see you every day on set and then I wanted to tell you I liked you- So much- But I didn't know how." He almost cried out as he mentally beated himself up for hurting you. "And with the whole movie filming and everything- I felt- overwhelmed." He sighed as he finally got the word he wanted "I felt seriously overwhelmed." he chuckled in disbelief and you placed your head down on the pillowless mattress, feeling too tired to continue the conversation.

"I'm sorry." You sighed as you looked at the ceiling. "I think I was overwhelmed too." You finally felt one tear strick down your cheek.

"Here." Tom walked over to you slowly lifting your head to place the pillow under your head. You watched from under as Tom delicately placed the pillow behind your soft hair, lightly dropping your head as the pillow was comfortably placed. Tom pressing a kiss to your forehead as he was back in front of you.

"Thank you." You looked at each other as you got lost in Tom's brown eyes, the rush of the fight before lingering in the air. A light ray of sunshine sparked through the window and his eyes light up like pools of honey under the warm light, making you smile.

"What?" He chuckled, his breath getting mixed up with yours.

"You're pretty." You giggled as the drugs kicked it making the filter of thinking slipping away.

Smiling at your answer, Tom played tennis between your eyes and lips slowly leaning in as the game lingered on.

Before you knew it, the gap between your lips closed and you were taken into a sweet kiss, every anger or tension that rose inside you during the past few months slowly disintegrating.

"I like you a lot." You giggled again before suddenly grabbing his shirt and kissing his lips again.

"And I think im in love with you."

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dracosearlgreytea · 4 years

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indelicate marks (1)

indelicate marks: chapter one - the broom cupboard

A/N: welcome tumblr to this draco x reader fic! this can also be found on my ao3, under the user ‘accioearlgrey’. i hope to post 1-2 times weekly, so keep an eye out for updates

summary: Draco Malfoy and Y/N Y/L/N both hide the marks left behind by choices they did not make. The birth of one, however, will tie them closer together than either of them realise, in ways that grow to be more delicate than they know. Reader is a Pureblood Slytherin, set 6th Year.

warnings: blood, language, mild sexual implications, gryffindors being shite

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Draco Malfoy had only spoken to you once. The Yule Ball - you seemed to be the only one in fourth year or above that hadn't shown up. Not that Draco had noticed; you were quiet, withdrawn. The type that made him, and most others, question your placement in Slytherin. You weren't obnoxious and loud, like Pansy Parkinson, and you didn't make friends with everyone for the gossip, like Daphne Greengrass. In fact, it was quite uncertain to some if you even actually existed, half the time. It seemed you had quite the knack of making yourself invisible. Draco was hardly surprised, either, with a name like yours. Rumours and whispers followed you in the corridor - whenever anyone noticed you, that was - shrouding you in dark mystery. 'Y/N Y/L/N - parents were in Azkaban before she had even learnt to walk.' 'I bet she's had the Dark Mark since she was born - just came out with it already there.' 'She's got to be a Deatheater. Surprised Dumbledore allowed her to even come to Hogwarts in the first place.' He couldn't help but pity you, in a way. He supposed, if things hadn't gone differently for his father... Well, he might have ended up in much a similar position. So, no - it hadn't even occurred to Draco that you weren't amongst the crowd at the Yule Ball, not in the slightest. He'd left early. The music was still loud, the sound of students cheering and shouting along to a song Draco had never heard before echoing down the corridor. He was attempting to escape Pansy Parkinson, as per usual; her hands had been particularly too touchy and giggle too high, tonight, and so he'd managed to slip off into the mass of people when she had gone to get a drink, hastily making his way down the dim corridors. Once he was sure she wasn't about to ambush him after potentially spotting his swift exit, he slowed, contemplating why he had made the awful decision of asking Parkinson, of all people, in the first place. A fucking annoying date was better than no date at all, he reminded himself, pulling at his painfully tight bow-tie. She's desperate enough to have asked me herself, anyway. Just... Sped up the inevitable. He'd been nearing the top of the stairs leading down to the dungeons when he'd heard it. A quiet moan - a gasp. Draco had frozen, for a moment. His eyes flickered from where they had once rested on the floor, to the door to the side of him. He wasn't sure if he was too disgusted to check the broom cupboard the noise had came from - or if this was a perfect opportunity to ruin someone else's night. Fucking hell, you'd think they'd choose somewhere less obvious than a broom cupboard. They're pretty much asking to get caught. Another moment passed - another groan. Draco finally decided that no, he didn't want to see some hormonal teenagers getting at it to end his night, but as he took another step, there was another, much more worrying noise. A muffled scream - bluntly cut off by a violent shushing. Draco's heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed, glancing round the dark corridor. No one else would come this way for a good hour - and whatever the hell was going on in there needed stopping. Merlin. It's one thing after another tonight, is it? Where the fuck is Potter when you need him? Draco stepped away from the stairs, reluctant, before marching over to the broom cupboard. Grimacing, he flung the door open. "What the fuck are you -" Draco stopped, dead. There you were - thrust up against the wall, face crushed to the side. Held in place by some Gryffindor seventh year that he didn't recognise, another loomed over you, your arm tight in his grip. In his other a hand, a blade. It was bloody. Horrifically bloody. The crimson liquid plastered his hands, staining the fronts of his white dress shirt in a way that made Draco feel sick. At the interruption, the two had recoiled from you, leaving you to stumble to keep upright. Eyes wide with alert, their previous smirks now fell into horror at the sight of Draco stood in the doorway. It took him a moment to react, lips curling into a vicious snarl. "Get away from her before I get Snape." The older boys stared back at him, your attacker visibly tightening his grip on the blade. Draco poised his wand, before letting out a much louder hiss. "Are you deaf? I said get the fuck away from her!" They didn't need much more convincing. Shoving Draco out of the way, they pelted down the corridor, leaving you lent against the wall. Shaking, you held your bloody arm in your hand, hunched over and sobbing. Draco shifted forward, eyes widening. A pained wince spread across his face at the blood that stained your left forearm. It was now painted onto your right hand, running down your fingers before dripping onto the floor. Head forward, hair covered most of your face, but he could tell you were still crying. The sight seemed to wake whatever empathy he usually kept deep, deep within him, as a flicker of worry shot through him. "Let me look." Draco commanded, making you jump. You stared back at him through your mess of hair, eyes glinting with warning. "Get the fuck out." Your growl was wobbly, making it hard for Draco to take it seriously. Teeth bared as the corners of your mouth twitched, you were trying to contain your sobs, breaths quick. He could tell you were in agony, and it made the panic within him grow even more intense. "Shut up and show me your bloody arm," He moved closer, your eyes uncertain as he held out his hand. Gritting your teeth, you finally offered him your arm, shakily. He rested it in the palm of his hand, raising his wand and hovering it over the thick layer of blood. "Tergeo." You winced with a gasp, jolting your arm back a little. Draco kept his grip firm, but careful, moving his wand over the wound. The blood withdrew, back into whatever cuts the boys had left you with, but Draco noticed your eyes, still trained on him, jaw clenched. You stayed silent as the shapes of the cuts on your arm became clearer, that sense of pure sickness growing in the pit of his stomach. A word - several cuts overlapping on each letter. The boys had gone over it more than once. Deatheater. Sprawled across your left forearm. Draco faltered, eyes flickering up to meet yours for a moment, and you snatched your arm away from him. Your gaze avoiding, you pulled your uniforms sleeve back down over the wounds. Fresh blood was already beginning to stain the white of your shirt, and you tucked it away from view. Fucking Gryffindors, acting so high and mighty. Acting like we're the ones to pull all this shit. "You need to report them." Draco muttered. Anger swirled within his chest, your eyebrows raising as you finally looked back at him, still hesitant. "We don't all have a father to run to, Malfoy," Tone tainted, and bitter, but not quite as harsh as he would have expected. Silence settled between you as he searched your expression, but he found no aggression. In fact, your lips flicked up, so quick that Draco was half convinced it had been a twitch of some sort. But no - your gaze was not accusatory, a little unsure, but not malicious. Something within him shifted at the action - an unfamiliar feeling that Draco didn't recognise, spurring him to speak again. "Anyone tries anything again, you tell me." His words took you off guard, eyes searching for any humiliation or joke intended within them. "I've managed by myself so far." Gesturing, Draco flicked his gaze down to your arm, eyebrows raising. Your lips twitched again, a more obvious, relenting smirk. Within that moment, Draco studied you. You'd never spoken, but you had an atmosphere that felt easy. You were the perfect target for his bullying, and yet, he'd never said a word against you. After all, your name was your curse - and Draco recognised that all too well. When you didn't speak a second time, Draco took it as his queue to leave, only for you to grab his arm as he did so. Turning to look at you again, he found your expression much more unreadable than before. It took a moment for you to speak, uncertain, grip falling from him as he focused his attention back on you. "No one can know." A mere whisper, but something in your tone was desperate, your eyes glittering with anxiety as you stared back at him - pleading. Draco's heart twinged, but he only pulled his features into ones of emphasised confusion, eyes glinting with an odd mix of sincerity and mischief. "Know what?" Your hesitant smirk came fuller this time, more genuine, eyes glowing warm with appreciation. His own played along his lips, and then he left the cupboard without much of a glance behind him. Yet, the smile you'd left him with didn't actually leave him. His dress robes remained stained with blood, your sleeves always pulled down and fastened since. You returned to acting like you didn't exist, and Draco did too. Your secret, however - that, remained kept.

#draco x you #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy imagine #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter x you #slow burn #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy fluff

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mariesdameron · 3 years

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Marie Sacker & Clyde Logan (KillersmileClyde) Part I

TW: Drinking, Vulgar language, Violence i.e. throwing items around and yelling, brief PTSD and suicide mention, brief mention of past trauma with abuse, emotional distress, plus size bullying mention

Word Count: 3,112

This is a roleplaying scene between @mariesackler & @killersmileclyde

Backstory:

Marie and Clyde have been friends for quite a while. This takes place in Marie Sackler Personal Au RP story line that has Marie, single and on her own.

Marie and Clyde have been nursing feelings for a long time but something always interrupts any action from progressing. This is what erupts:

Take note that italicized means action.

Please gentle on my editing. Roleplaying can be trickery to edit together.

Marie Sackler:

My hand grips the door handle fiercely. Its now or never. I had time to think about the prior evening. And the more I thought about it the more I felt like I could scream. How long had Clyde and I been friends? And how long was there an undeniable chemistry between us? Was it always going to just sit there right under the surface? Or would we ever be more? It needed to be addressed but what would the outcome be? Did he even care for me really? I wasn't looking for a quick lay. I actually gave a shit about Clyde. I took a deep breath and walk into Duck Tape.

KillerSmileClyde:

I worked behind the bar, not noticing Marie walk in until she was standing next to the bar exit, leaning against the bartop staring at him with a stern look. Hey darlin' how ya feelin' today?

Marie Sackler:

Hey, I am.. okay. I look around the bar seeing a few patrons. I am not sure what I was thinking storming up to Duck Tape like this. I bit the inside of my cheek.Can I have a gin and tonic, please?

KillerSmileClyde:

Sure I fix the drink quickly, sensing something is bothering her. Wanna talk 'bout it? We can... uh... go to my office...

Marie Sackler:

Thank you. I take the glass and drink most of it.Yeah sure why not, lets go to your office. I can hear the tension in my voice.

KillerSmileClyde:

Clyde grabs a bottle of water before leading her back. I sit down on the couch and pat for her to sit beside me.

What's goin on sweetheart?

Marie Sackler:

I opt to not sit next to him but prop myself against his desk.

Why do you think there is something going on? I just thought I would you know swing by, like I always do.

KillerSmileClyde:

My face scrunches in confusion what? You're acting weird. I thought ya liked comin' by the bar... rubs my hand over my face

Ya come in all hot n' heavy today like ya got a chip on yer shoulder.

I ain't done nothin' t'ya

Marie Sackler:

I take a deep breath.

No, you are right you haven't. You have done nothing to me. NOTHING. But everyone else seems to get a go. Why is that? hmm? I mean I don't really want to just be another fucking mark on your belt thats for sure. But for fuck sakes.

I grit my teeth, and ball my hands up. All kinds of emotions fall over me; anger, jealously, sexual aggression, softness. I grab the water Clyde brought in and open it in anger.

KillerSmileClyde:

My jaw drops as she spews every thought on her mind, snatching his bottle of water for herself I... uh... dunno what to say rubs hand across the back of my neck I don't want ya t'be just a notch in my belt neither... y'know I'm no good at this...I'm stumbling trying to find words to express what I feel.

Marie Sackler:

I watch Clyde's face contort in emotion. It crushes my heart. He is too pure of a soul and I was hurting him already. This is not what I want.

I am sorry, Clyde. I have a lot of emotions that I've been fucking holding back for a while now. And it sucks watching you be the most popular man in town and I am.. I am just overlooked.

Like I said I can't stand the idea of just being a one night of fun for you. That's why I haven't pressed the matter. But I am tired. And you just seem to be everywhere and I can't get you out of my head. I come by to see you because you bring me such happiness just being around you. You have so much warmth in you. You are such a good friend......

I choke down pending tears.

KillerSmileClyde:

Oh.

I look up from the floor to find your eyes glassed over with tears you refuse to let fall

You're never overlooked,M'sorry I ever made ya feel that way. Seeing ya is always the highlight of my day. I worked my mouth... the words sit hard on my tongue.

I... I'm scared. Cause ya are my friend, one o' my best friends since day one... and I'm scared t'lose that

Marie Sackler:

I nod silently feeling my heart sink. I always feared the same thing.

The last thing I would want is to lose your friendship Clyde... A traitorous tear slides down my cheek. My chest hurts suddenly, my heartbeat pounds in my ears.

I am sorry, you're right Clyde. We are best friends. I shouldn't of said anything. It's silly. I mean you don't need another woman chasing you around. Bro's over hoe's right? A weak laugh fell from my lips.

KillerSmileClyde:

My face grows angry at your words. What? What did you just say? I rise to stand up at my full height, walking to stand in front of you against my desk, effectively pinning you in place.

I don't ever want to hear you speak o'yerself like that again. I turn slightly and rub my hand over my mouth, eyes pinching near closed. Is that really what you think of me? That I'm out here just fuckin' 'round gettin' my dick wet? I thought y'knew me better than that...

Marie Sackler:

Clyde's sudden energy shift, surges adrenaline through her veins.YOU ARE OUT FUCKING EVERYTHING! I roar in his face. I am surprised your back isn't fucking broken! How many women have you been with since we've been friends CLYDE LOGAN? How many? You think I didn't notice. I mean its not my business who you fuck but do not stand in front of me and pretend you are some fucking altar boy. I mean I think I heard about some kind of massive orgy at Duck Tape once..I poke his chest fiercely. I can't believe you.

KillerSmileClyde:

My mouth curls into a snarl. Are you fuckin' kiddin me? That's real smart comin from the girl who got shit faced drunk just a few nights ago and walked into a strangers room, stripped, and groped him! Then stayed in his bed! Spit flies from my mouth as my voice raises in frustration. I am always fuckin' here for you... offerin' food and a safe place t'nurse yer hangover or an ear when ya had a bad day. CAUSE I CARE Marie!

Im pacing the room now. y'know what. I ain't gonna say I'm sorry... cause I'm not. I never got attention from girls growin up. They all wanted Jimmy. Then I went overseas and came back fucked up. No one wanted me then neither. So yeah, I'm getting attention. Call me a man whore, I don't care. It makes me feel good and I deserve that. After all the shit I've been through I deserve to feel good. My voice cracks with emotion as tears form in my eyes.

Marie Sackler:

My heart smashes behind my ribs. Don't you dare Clyde. Don't you fucking dare try to pull this card on me! You know that I know about your past. I know what you have endured from your injuries overseas. And fuck Jimmy! He only draws in the airheads!

My nostrils flare as I move towards the door. I want to reach out to him and cradle his head against my bare breasts, kiss that prolific nose. I see the tears in his eyes, and it feels like the wind has been knocked from my lungs. I want to feel his smooth hair in my fingers and caress his painful, invisible scars.

Don't talk to me about pain Clyde.. I know pain too. I know what it's like to be the girl that's always overlooked, you know. How about being the fat girl in school that is ALWAYS THE FUCKING BEST FRIEND! I scream, punching the door. I am reliving my teen years every fucking time I come into this bar and see all the women that get to have your undivided attention.

KillerSmileClyde:

WOMAN... are you blind? This is my job ... it's work. I talk and flirt and I get bigger tips, which y'know PAYS MY GODDAMN BILLS. I pull my hair in frustration, groaning loudly. If ya wanna hit and break shit, let's do it. I pick up and throw the lamp from my desk, shattering into pieces on the floor. Go head. But if I hurt ya so damn bad every time ya walk in that damn door, why the hell ya keep comin' back? Huh? If I'm nothing but a painful reminder what's the point anyway...

I hated the words coming out of my mouth as I said them. Pushing people away before they could drop me was the only way I could protect myself. Even though, I knew I would be crushed if I never saw her again. Hating myself for making her feel like I had. She deserved so much more than I could give.

Marie Sackler:

The crash of the lamp hurls me into fight or flight—too many memories of waking up to the sounds of screams and broken glass. Oh, okay, so you are a fucking whore then!

The anger spills out of me like poison. I grab a nearby paperweight and fling it into the opposing wall. It smashes, leaving a hole in its wake.

Why do I keep coming back? That's a good fucking question. Tears stroll down my face as I yell. Why do I? Because you are the purest fucking person, I've ever met. It is fucking INFURIATING!

Without looking, I grab the picture off a nearby wall and smash the frame over my knee; as it drops to the floor, staring back up at me is a photo of Clyde with his Marines squad, full-bodied and smiling. It snaps the already unraveling coil inside of me, and I scream in frustration and sadness. Tears rushing down my face, I heave open the door and move back into the bar.

KillerSmileClyde:

The physical display of her emotional turmoil slapped me in the face as I saw my most prized possession, a picture of me and my brothers in arms, before I lost part of myself, shatter on the floor. I grab her wrist before she can make it past the door, pulling her back in and slamming the door.

NO! Ya don't just get to storm off... we are finishin' this... now. I take a few deep panting breaths trying to collect myself.

Ya can't have it both ways Marie. Ya can't call me pure and a fuckin whore. That don't make no sense. I huff out a groan. I wish you could see yourself like I see you. This incredibly smart, wickedly funny, don't take no shit kind of woman.

No one else would dare talk to me the way you just did. Honestly, if it woulda been anybody else I woulda knocked em out, no questions asked and not felt a single thing. But you... ugh... FUCK! I kick my desk as I turn and walk away.

Marie Sackler:

I grit my teeth at his grasp on me, hauling me back into his office. Intuitively my body tenses, and the instinct to fight, to survive, kicks in.

Are we really going to get that definite with our insults, Clyde? Pure, as in you have a good heart. You know what I meant. I tell you all the time, how wonderful you are. It's no fucking secret. It's never really been that much of a mystery, has it? How I feel about you?....

You stand here crooning my praises now? You have no problem humming pretty words in the ear of those little things that come into the bar every night. You have feelings for me, Clyde Logan?

You have a fantastic way of showing them. How many women have been staying at fucking Casa' Logan? Don't try to pull the emotional card on me!

How many times did I see you 'go get supplies' out back with Claire while I sat in this very bar nursing a drink? How many nights did you stay at Desiray's? I mean, I thought you had fucking moved in with her...

A shriek tears through my chest.

I sound like a jealous asshole!

I thrust open the office door, causing more frames to fall from the wall. I propel into the barroom.

KillerSmileClyde:

I stomp after her back into the bar. Marie stop. Everyone else get the fuck out! I can tell she's fuming but she stays in the bar, the last of the faceless patrons fumble out the door. What in the actual fuck Marie?

I've never seen you act like this. You don't get to come in here and treat me like I'm the fuckin asshole when you're guilty of the same fuckin' shit. Ya done some shady shit too and I don't throw it back in your face.

Even years ago when you were obsessed with that asshole Adam. I don't get it. I know I'm not perfect... but damn... ya ain't gotta act like such a fuckin' cunt.

Shit. I pull my hair and yell as i throw a chair into the jukebox, immediately regretting what I said, I don't mean it. I'm hurt because her words are true. I've treated her like shit and she called me out on it. So if I'm hurting she will too.

Marie Sackler:

I could scarcely comprehend; the offense that fell from his lips. I hardly hear the chair splintering and rattling to the floor. This night, his words, they cut and wound me intensely-wind is knocked from my chest; this man is one of my most trusted and dearest friends.

This is who we are? When we are all stripped down? I lock my gaze with his dusky amber eyes. Wordlessly, I step to him and halt inches from his broad chest; tilting up my head, I hear his labored breathing. Without warning, I strike his face—the vibration of the impact reverberates throughout the bar.

Fuck you, Clyde Logan Logan! I slam my balled-up fists into him, shoving him back.Leave me be then! Fuck off! I swallow down the urge to fall to the floor and sob.

KillerSmileClyde:

The vitriol that had spewed from my lips was too much. I knew it. You knew it. But nothing could take back what I said. The damage was done. The sting that bloomed across my face with the harsh impact of your hand made my head ricochet back and forth. It was like a dam broke within me.

"Fuck me? NO...FUCK YOU! ...using my full fuckin' name like you're my momma or some shit.

When your fists pushed me back I nearly fell, stumbling over my own feet. Your words 'leave me be' break me. My jaw drops as i watch the emotion roll over you, threatening to drown you. I finally find the courage to speak again.

...Marie... I... I'm sorry.

Shame floods over me and I lose every ounce of resolve I had. I don't even remember why we are fighting, other than I'm a piece of shit who always ruins everything. Jimmy thought so, being a shitty look out, Mellie just pitied me. The Bang Brothers thought I was just a simple minded hick. The fucked up thing is I didn't even realize I fucked up the greatest thing I had, Marie, until it was too late.

Hit me... I deserve it.

I whisper and drop to my knees before you, offering myself for any punishment you deem necessary. When I look up at you again, silent tears are falling down my face.

I'm sorry for everything. I understand if you never wanna talk to me again. I know I can't take back what I said and bein' hurt doesn't make what I did right. I'll do anythin' to fix it... please Marie... just say somethin..

Marie Sackler:

His dark waves cascade over his face, veiling his downcast eyes. I feel it, the hurt in every word. I know his heart is destroyed; I know Clyde Logan. This is what makes this so hard. Clyde's a good man, a kind, loving man. But, it couldn't cancel the words. It doesn't erase the long-held feelings, the canceled plans, and seeing him waste all of his love on one night stands and summer flings; when I've been standing here the whole time... I shake my head slowly, tears freely spilling onto my blouse.

"Thank you...for the apology. You're right. It doesn't change anything. It shouldn't have had to come to this for everything to be revealed. I am sorry too.

I am sorry that I came here tonight.

I turn to leave DuckTape.

KillerSmileClyde:

There are a few moments where your words don't register. My brain refusing to believe any of this is real. It must be a dream. No. A horrible nightmare. That must be it... but the sound of the wooden floor creaking under your feet as you turned to leave reminded me it was real.

I hadn't dreamt of loss since the accident. For some reason this hurt even more than losing my hand. What did I do then? When I wanted nothing more than to curl in a ball and let the world waste away around me, swim out too far just to float away until no land was in sight. Did I give in? No. I fought. With every tooth and nail I could, I fought to get back what I had lost. Today would be no different.

I mumble to myself oorah.... I try to stand, to chase after you like they do in the movies but my boot toe catches against the loose board and causes me to trip midway up, one foot and opposite shin on the hard floor. My left forearm arm rests on my bent leg, my words are a broken whisper that can barely be heard.

Marie... please...

Marie Sackler:

What is meant to be a whisper comes over me, similar to a whirlwind.

“Marie...please..."

I turn and see Clyde on one knee, scarlet faced, tears running down his cheeks. The sight of him springs a sob buried within. I let go of the door handle and move slowly towards him.

Please, what Clyde? I bite my cheek to restrain myself from coming undone as I study the pain etched in his face. His eyes bore into mine, I want to blink away and look past him, but I can't. The tone in my plea is gentle but resolved.

"Please...what..?

#Marie Sackler Personal Au Rp #killersmileclyde #ADCU RP #Angst #Fluff #Clyde Logan RP #Clyde Logan

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tobin-heaths · 4 years

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request: Can I get a Julie x r where JJ is a gay mess around the r and vice versa. R sees her in sweats and a sports bra and gets all flustered but JJ has no idea why cause she’s a oblivious shithead. One night before a game they have a movie night and the r cuddles up to JJ and JJ gets all blushy and the team teases her about it the next day. During the game JJ gets injured and the r is worried and confesses her feelings in the locker room. The team ends up waking in on them kissing.

pairing: Julie Ertz x Reader

words: 1376

You stepped into the hallway with your phone in your hands scrolling through Instagram after a certain someone banged against your hotel door. You stared at Ashlyn as she went from door to door banging and yelling something about a movie night.

"Ash, what the hell is going on?" You yelled rubbing your left eye.

"It's movie night, bitch. Get your stuff and move your ass into my room."

You laughed but quickly shut up as the door opposite you opened, Julie leaning against the doorframe with a quizzical look on her face.

"What's going on?" She asked as more people opened their doors. You could spot Crystal behind her.

"Um–" You tried your hardest to speak without stuttering but the view in front of you made that very hard. "Uh, it's movie night, apparently."

Your eyes scanned her whole body. A snapback on her head, her hair open and messy, wearing grey sweatpants and a black sports bra.

You blushed heavily as she crossed her arms, completely showing her arm and stomach muscles.

"I'll see you there then." She said and winked.

You quickly closed your door with wide eyes and mentally slapped yourself. She must think you're a complete idiot now.

You arrived at Ashlyn's room after everyone got shut up by Jill and co. Now most of the team sat somewhere inside the room waiting for the movie to be played.

"Look who's finally here. Did they get your ass as well?" Pinoe asked, sitting on one of the beds.

"Yeah, they got me and So–" your words died in your throat once you saw Julie next to her, luckily wearing a shirt this time. Nonetheless it was a bit too much for your poor brain.

The way she stared at you, checking you out, made you feel uneasy. She wouldn't judge you, right?

"Come sit here, Y/N!" Pinoe grinned and patted the spot next to Julie and her side.

You narrowed your eyes, shooting invisible daggers towards her. 'Fuck it.' You thought and sighed, your legs carrying you over to said spot.

You bit the insides of your cheek while trying to climb over Julie's legs to sit next to her. Relief washed over you once you made it to safety.

But how would you be able to concentrate on the movie with that goddess next to you?

"Okay, who decided to put on a damn horror movie? We got kids in the room!" Kelley yelled and cackled. The whole room fell into laughter as the heads of Rose, Sonny, Lindsey, Mal and you turned towards her at the same time.

You flipped her off and stared back at the screen, not expecting the jump scare startling you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Julie looking down at you, slightly grinning.

Not really paying attention to anything around you, just staring at the screen with tension, you suddenly felt cold hands on your arm pulling you over and into Julie's warm body.

Julie placed your head onto her chest, half of your body laying on top of hers. The horror movie seemed like the perfect excuse to get you close to her for once.

You felt completely at peace in that moment, despite panicking and blushing at first, not used to being this close to her. Still, you realized that this was exactly what you always wanted, with her.

Julie didn't feel much different, her arms tight around your body, like she planned on never letting you go again.

The next morning you were one of the first to board the bus for the upcoming game against Germany. You sat down somewhere in the back and put your AirPods in.

Gradually the rest of your teammates arrived and sat in their usual places. Tobin and Christen sat down behind you while Sonny claimed the seat next to you.

Sitting there with music in your ear you couldn't think about anything but yesterday and the way Julie held you against her and every time you did your heart fluttered, butterflies in your stomach.

Julie wasn't sitting very far from you either and everyone around her seemed to tease her endlessly.

"You're such a softy, you know that?" Ali joked looking through the seat slits in front of Julie.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "They're totally gay for each other, babe. Didn't know you liked younger ones, JJ." Ash winked at her.

"Will you guys stop! There's nothing going on, I'm not gay for anyone and so is she. Enough of this." Julie blushed and looked out of the window, putting her earbuds back in.

"Totally gay for her." Pinoe smirked at Ali and Ash, wiggling her eyebrows.

But somehow the thought of you wouldn't leave her head. Not until it was time to put a game face on and score some goals against Germany.

You were doing a remarkable job as a forward, so far 60 minutes on the clock, two goals for your team.

Ten minutes later you were subbed off, shaking hands with Jill, throwing on your shirt and sitting down next to Abby on the bench as Ash handed you a water bottle.

Now was the perfect time to keep your eyes on Julie's every move and become even gayer for her. The way she defended the ball or passed it with all her passion and aggression was a sight for sore eyes, always giving 110%, never less.

Magull performed a nasty tackle on Julie, sending her straight to the ground holding her ankle, her eyes squeezed shut in pain. You jumped out of your seat running over to where Jill was standing, yelling at the ref and players.

Your nerves were on edge, how dare someone hurt her like that?

Your teammates had to pull you away from the sideline before you could storm onto the field to confront any of them.

"Will you calm down, Y/N! She'll be fine, alright?" You stared back at Abby with wide eyes. The medics made it to Julie and Magull was carded, it wasn't enough to calm you down completely but at least you were willing to sit down again.

Once the game was over and done with you didn't waste any time since Julie had to be brought backstage and ran back to the locker room.

Opening the door in a haste you stopped and spotted Julie sitting in front of her locker, her ankle wrapped in ice and held up by a chair. You sighed in relief and closed the door before walking over to her side.

She was alone and on her phone, her greenish eyes watching you since you've stepped into the room. "Y/N?" She sounded surprised.

"Hey, JJ, how are you feeling?" You asked, catching your breath, sitting down next to her.

"Nothing too bad, don't worry about it. They'll fix it in no time. Short break for me." Her stare made you nervous.

You took a deep breath. "I– uhm, guess I gotta tell you something. When I saw you get hurt I realized something. I might like you more than I thought. More than just a– uh– friend. Surpriseeee." You blushed and held your hands up.

Julie's jaw dropped to the floor, out of the all the things she could've expected, it definitely wasn't this. "You were worried? God, that's really cute. And you know what? I really feel the same."

Your eyes widened in shock, now it was your turn to not expect stuff out of this. "But how? I always thought you weren't interested and then you really confused me when we cuddled yesterday and you–" Julie cut you off with a passionate and strong kiss to your lips.

"Ha! I knew it!"

"Someone take a photo!"

"Right in front of my salad? Really guys?"

"Quick, someone shield Mal's eyes." "Hey! I'm right here, you know that?!"

The door of the locker room opened and it was like a wild bunch of bears waltzed into the room, everyone was either yelling, teasing or making fun of you, unfortunately interrupting your long awaited kiss.

"We'll continue this talk later. There's a lot we need to talk about." Your face heated up as Julie whispered into your ear.

#julie ertz imagines #uswnt imagines #julie ertz #uswnt #woso #woso imagines #wlw imagine #wlw

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slowly-writing · 4 years

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Life Lessons Part 3

Natasha x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 679

Part 1

Requested by: anonymous

After a few days the swelling in your leg goes down. You’d think that’s a good thing, until they tell you you’ve torn your ACL. Once the swelling goes down a bit more you’ll need surgery, which you’re not excited for.

“Do I have to mom?” You whine and she sighs.

“Love, I know you’re scared but you need the surgery. It’s not going to get better on it’s own,” she says and you cross your arms.

“We didn’t always have surgery! So obviously it will! People survived fine before modern medicine!” You argue as Tony walks into the room.

“Oh yeah, the good old days when there weren't vaccines and people lived to the ripe old age of died in childbirth,” he says and your mom glares.

“Tony! You don’t need to scare her!” She says and you laugh at the interaction.

“The kid knows I’m right,” Tony says, pointing towards you.

“Eloquent as ever, Uncle Tony,” you tease before turning to your mom, “when is the surgery?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

xxxxx

“Okay, y/n. You’re gonna take a little nap and when you wake up your leg will be much better,” Doctor Cho says and you smile.

“I’m not a little kid anymore, you don’t have to sugar coat it,” you say and she shakes her head with a laugh.

“I’ve been patching you up since you were a baby, you’ll have to excuse the habit.”

“I love you, y/n. I’ll be here waiting when you wake up,” your mom says and you smile at her.

“I love you too, mom.” With that a mask is placed over your face and you’re asleep in seconds.

xxxxx

The next time you open your eyes everything’s fuzzy.

You look around the room and it’s full of people. You can vaguely see MJ, Peter, and your Uncle Steve sitting in the chairs to your right. When you turn to your left you see your mom and Uncle Tony.

“How are you feeling?” Your mom asks and you smile.

“I feel great!” You say before turning to look at Peter, who’s walking towards you, “hey Pete, who’s your friend?”

“You mean MJ?” He asks, trying to fight a laugh at the way you’re slurring your words.

“No, the guy next to you,” you gesture lazily and everyone shares nervous glances. In the Avengers tower, invisible men wouldn’t be too out of the ordinary.

“There’s nobody next to me, y/n,” he says softly and you tilt your head in confusion.

“Why are you two talking at the same time? Woah! He’s you! Pete why are there two of you?” You yell and everyone calms down.

“Because you’re really high kid,” Tony says and you turn your confused gaze towards him.

“No I'm not. Uncle Steve is way taller than me. I’m not even six feet yet,” you say and everyone laughs.

“Mama,” you mumble softly, slapping your hand in the direction of her arm and missing her completely.

“What is it, love?” She asks as she takes your hand.

“I can’t feel my leg. Is it still there?”

“I promise it’s still there, sweetheart,” she starts to reassure you before Tony cuts her off.

“It’s gonna hurt like hell when those meds wear off though,” he says and your mom glares.

“Oh, that’s ok. It already hurt a lot before,” you admit, letting your head fall onto your pillow.

“Why didn’t you tell us if it was hurting before the surgery?” Steve asks and you smile in his direction.

“Because I gotta be tough. Cause I’m going to be an Avenger one day and Avengers don’t get hurt,” you mumble through a yawn and your mom gently brushes the hair from your face.

“Let’s get some rest, alright? You’ll feel better when you wake up,” she says softly and you smile.

“I’m tough, mom. Just like you taught me.”

“Yes you are, my sweet girl. You’re the toughest of all of us,” she says softly as you drift off to sleep.

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ficsandcatsandficsandcats · 4 years

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Valdo Marx angst: “what do I even mean to you”

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Valdo x Reader Word Count: 1,944 Rating: T Taglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mycat-is-mylove @mynamesoundslikesherlock @kemmastan @magic-multicolored-miracle @writingstudent @mlleecrivaine @coffee-and-stories @amirahiddleston @ultracolorfulnerdcollection @astouract @your-not-invisible-to-me @daydreamer-in-training a/n: This is kind of a continuation of the angst drabble I wrote for Valdo yesterday. I hope you like it!

He returned in the middle of the night, stumbling drunk and with an equally intoxicated woman on his arm. You were roused from your sleep at the sound of their cavorting and when you reached the front desk, padding to it in your bare feet with a shawl hastily thrown over your shift, the woman had him pressed up against one of the wooden beams in the inn. She seemed to be trying to swallow him whole and he seemed to be trying to do the same. It was a horrific game of tag and your stomach lurched at the sight.

“Valdo?” you said, pulling his attention to you. Glassy emerald green eyes found yours and a strange look crossed them, a hurt that was quickly replaced with cold bravado.

“Ah, yes, Y/N, my companion and I are looking for a room for the night,” he slurred. You opened the ledger, counted the available rooms, and then shut it and looked back up at him.

“We’re fully booked,” you lied. You knew if your boss heard you saying this you’d catch hell but you couldn’t watch this. Couldn’t let it unfold under your roof. Not again. Not after the last time you’d seen each other. It was just a hug perhaps but you’d been sure that there was something more. Now that you saw him, the woman draped over him like a second cloak, you felt stupid and bitter and you were eager for him to leave your sight. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he leaned over the counter, the smell of whiskey ripe on his breath.

“Not a single one?” he asked, “Not even for me?”

He purred the words and your eyes widened with incredulity that he could flirt with you while actively being pawed at by another woman. Your eyes grew steely and you pulled the ledger out from under his elbow, happy when he lurched over, knocking the woman off of him, and put it out of sight.

“No rooms,” you said firmly.

“Very well! We shall sleep under the stars,” he announced, and the pair stumbled back out into the night. As you curled back up in your bed you weren’t sure which you hated yourself for more, the hot tears that ran down your face or that you worried for his safety out in the cold.

-----

The next morning he returned again, head bowed and eyes looking askance. You rarely saw him without his confidence bravado and never seen him look deferential but as he approached the desk he could hardly bring the bottle green eyes to yours. You did not make it easy on him, glad that he was apologetic but still deeply hurt.

“Are you here to book a room?” you asked.

“No, I know you’re out,” he replied.

“No we’re not,” you said, because you wanted him to know you’d lied, because you wanted him to know you’d chosen to turn him away. The point was received, a flash of pain in his eyes again and not only because of the horrible hangover you hoped he had.

“I’ve come because I fear I was an ass,” he said. You crossed your arms over your chest, not denying what he said but not turning him away either. This was encouragement enough for him to continue.

“I know that it was late and I didn’t mean to wake you. And from what I can remember I may have had… unbecoming behavior. I may have made advances I didn’t intend to make.”

“You’re apologizing because you think you flirted with me and because you woke me up,” you repeated, slightly incredulous. He looked up in surprise, eyes scanning your face as he nodded.

“Well of course. I would hate to cause you any distress,” he replied. You bit out a short, harsh laugh that made him wince.

“Valdo Marx you are…,” your voice trailed off as your traitorous mind filled in the blank with all the unspoken words you’d bitten back through the months he’d been coming to your inn. Handsome. Kind. Surprisingly perceptive. Instead you took a deep breath and leveled another stony look at his face.

“Are you renting a room, Valdo?” you asked.

“No, but-”

Before he could continue you strode away making a swift exit for the back door which led to the stables. Valdo followed swiftly on your heels.

“Do you accept my apology?” he asked.

“For waking me up and flirting with me? Sure,” you said in a very unforgiving voice.

“Well… what else am I not apologizing for?” he asked, fearful that he’d done something he couldn’t remember, something so horrible that you wouldn’t even look at him. He reached out to touch your arm and you smacked him away still turned. To his horror there were tears in your eyes. He instinctively stepped forward, arms raising to pull you close but you stepped back and he forced his hands to his sides and stood his ground.

“Y/N talk to me,” he pleaded.

“It’s stupid,” you whispered.

“It’s not. It won’t be to me,” he pressed. You closed your eyes, trying to calm your breathing, and a single tear fell down your face.

“Why did you bring her here last night?” you asked before opening your eyes. He took a few breaths, considering his answer. You could see him mulling over responses and prayed he’d choose the truth.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Horseshit,” you bit out, another tear falling.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked, an angry, defensive edge to his voice and you were grateful for it. You could endure his anger far easier than his pain.

“I want you to tell me the truth,” you cried, voice rising so loud it startled some nearby ducks.

“About what?” he demanded.

“What do I even mean to you?” you exclaimed, the words pouring out before you could stop them.

“What?” he asked, going a little pale. You could see fear in his eyes and some unkind part of you was grateful. Let him be scared for once. You spent months filled with fear. Afraid he wouldn’t return, afraid he couldn’t return because he’d been injured or killed. Let him feel just a taste of what your life had become since he’d entered it. And let the both of you put this to rest once and for all.

“What do I mean to you, Valdo? If anything? You always come back, we’ve become close and you vacillate between showing me hints of affection and then practically parading women in front of me as if to mock me.”

“I’m not mocking you,” he said, a slight tremor in his voice.

“Then what are you doing? What are we doing? Because whatever it is, it’s unkind and it can’t continue,” you said, your voice pleading and more than a little fearful. Afraid that he would tell you that it was all in your head. Afraid he’d say that he was secretly married. Afraid most of all that he had been with love you, briefly, and you’d missed it and you would never know what you could have had if only you’d been a little braver a little sooner.

“It is unkind,” he said, still looking down at the ground. When he looked up to meet your eyes, they were red-rimmed, the glossy tears making his brilliant green eyes shimmer in the early morning light, “You’re right. I have been… unkind.”

You waited breathlessly for him to continue, your stomach in knots and your hands curled into fists.

“I have wanted the impossible,” he said, his voice just a breath above a whisper but resonant in the stillness of dawn, “I have loved you and I have known that I could never have you and yet I couldn’t let you go. I should have. I should. But damnit no matter how hard I tried, and gods know I have tried, I couldn’t stop coming back.”

“Why?” you asked, not even certain which part you were asking about. Your heart was pounding in your chest as your brain raced to catch up with everything he said and what it meant.

“Because I’m weak I suppose,” he said with a little shrug and a soft smile that did not reach his eyes.

“No, why… why can’t you have me?” you asked. He stared at you for a moment, considering the question, a wry smile twisting his lovely mouth.

“I’m not a person to be loved,” he answered simply, “I have my uses. I’m good at them. But love, well, that’s for other people.”

“That is the stupidest thing any person has ever uttered in the history of the world,” you said plainly.

“You don’t have –”

You crossed the space between you so swiftly Valdo had only barely opened his eyes when you pulled him in and pressed your lips against his. He froze for just a moment and then he melted into you, arms surrounding you and leaning into your body, mouth opening to the soft intrusion of your tongue as you deepened the kiss. One hand tangled in the disheveled curls and his strong hands clutched your waist before roaming up to your face and hair and every inch of you he could reach without pulling away from your kiss. When you finally broke apart to breathe you left him gasping for air, a stunned expression on his face that would have made you laugh if you weren’t terrified at your own audacity.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Valdo Marx,” you said in a stern voice though it was softened by you pressing your forehead against his gently, “Everyone is someone to be loved, most of all you. And you already are, Valdo, you’re already so very loved by me. And I know that I’m not one of the noble patrons you’ve received or an artist or anything like what you may want or are used to but I’ll be damned if you stand in front of me and cry about being unlovable when I have loved you since nearly the day we met.”

He let out a sound that was something between a sob and a laugh and you brushed your lips against his softly once again. His hands clutched yours tightly between you and he leaned back to look you in the eyes before he raised one of them and cradled your face against his palm. He gazed at you in wonder, the way you’d always dreamt he would, and you returned his gaze with one of open affection, the kind he’d hungered for all of his life.

“You never answered the question,” you said, a little teasingly and a little because you needed to hear him say it and put it to rest. Your brain would take any dangling thread and work at unraveling your happiness if you didn’t snip it now.

“What question was that?” he asked, thumb gently caressing the curve of your mouth, emerald eyes falling to them and then returning to your eyes with a hungry look that sent a tremor through your body.

“What do I mean to you?” you asked, feeling a little silly and worrying he would be frustrated by the question. He smiled at you softly, pressing another kiss against your mouth. His tongue brushed against your lips and as they parted he breathed the answer before reclaiming them,

“Everything.”

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shadow-assassin-blix · 3 years

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It’s a Grey Area

CHAPTER 7

A/N: Okay... so. I kinda sped through a lot of the plot in ep 9, and changed some things obviously. Um. Next chapter will finish up ep 9 but the adventure shall continue. There is a character death. Umm. The dream sequence will make more sense eventually. That’s all for now! Enjoy!

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About an hour had passed, and Poe woke up slowly. He turned his head to look down at Blix who was passed out on his chest. He smiled softly at her, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, before gingerly trying to move out from under her. He didn’t want to wake her up, so his movements had to be gentle.

Once he was up, he tucked the blanket firmly around her, and let her sleep some more. He made his way into the cockpit where Rey and Finn sat, talking lowly.

He takes his seat in the copilot and checks their position. They were approximately 30 minutes away from Kijimi.

“Blix still asleep?” Rey asked with a small yawn.

“Yeah. She hasn’t been sleeping well, so I try to let her get as much sleep as she can,” Poe explained checking the systems.

Blix was currently dreaming and the dreams… rapidly became confusing and terrifying.

*Dream*

Blix looked around trying to figure out where she was. She was on spaceship but couldn’t figure out what kind. She heard voices speaking.

“We are picking up lifeforms?”

“Where?”

“Scarif”

“That’s impossible, no one could’ve survived the Death Star destroying it,”

“Scarif was only half destroyed. It is possible”

The scenery changed. She saw her mother, at a table, crying. She held a photo in her hand, but she couldn’t see of whom. Her grandfather’s lightsaber sat on the table.

She tried to call out to her but found she couldn’t speak.

The scene changed again, and she was surrounded in darkness.

A gravelly voice began to speak into her mind.

“Ahhh. A Kenobi. I’m quite surprised. He never seemed the type. Why do you fight for a side that has caused you so much pain? You said it yourself… Being a Jedi is dangerous when a Skywalker exists. Join me. Together, my granddaughter and you could create greatness. Such power the two of you would have, all you’d have to do is say yes. Yes, to the Dark side.”

She glared deep into the void and tried fighting the numerous voices that were now filtering into her mind. She heard her family, Poe, and everyone she cared about telling her to say yes.

She clamped her hands over ears, trying to drown them out. She eventually felt herself scream.

A scream that could be heard in the outside world.

Poe hearing her cry, jumped up and ran out to her. She was thrashing in her sleep, trying to fight off something invisible. He began to shout her name.

“Blix! BLIX! C’MON HONEY WAKE UP!” He called out, trying to shake her gently.

She could hear his voice. Hear him trying to wake her up. So, she ran to where it was loudest. More images kept flashing before her eyes, more confusion as to what she was being told, before finally---

She jerked away, her head smashing into Poe’s. She winced atthe throbbing pain in her head from both the hit and what she had seen. She shakily wrapped her arms around him, trying to find comfort.

Poe briefly said ‘ow’ before pulling her into his arms, shushing her lightly as sobs began to rack through her body.

She tried so hard to calm down, but she could feel herself panicking as she remembered more and more. He held onto her the entire time, pulling her in as close as he could. He would press kisses to her face and forehead trying to soothe her.

It took several minutes before her sobs became sniffles and her breathing slowed down. She pulled away, wiping her face hurriedly, looking away. He sat there waiting patiently.

“…he knows… he knows about me… about my lineage… wanted me to join the Dark side… kept… showing me stuff that made no sense I-… I don’t know,” She tried to explain as calmly as she could.

“Shh. Alright. He knows. We knew that that was a possibility. As for the other stuff, we can sort through that piece by piece whenever you’re ready, okay?” He assured wiping away an errant tear.

She nodded her head, her hands reaching for his. She took one of his hands and held it firmly, trying to stop shaking. She held onto him like he was a lifeline. Like he was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Rey called from up that they were about to land, and Poe looked at Blix.

“Are you up for this? It’s perfectly okay if you’re not,” Poe reassured trying make sure she didn’t feel pressured.

“I’m okay,” She whispered standing up slowly.

They got ready for their trek on the freezing planet that they were on and began following Poe to these spice runners.

They wound up having to cut through alleys multiple times for the streets were filled with storm troopers running every which way.

Eventually they run into a group of goons who tried to stop them. Rey knocked out 2 and Blix took out the rest. As the goons laid at their feet, a feminine robotic voice called out to them, telling them to halt.

Poe, Blix noticed, froze. He slowly turned, shoving his hood down to reveal his face.

“Zorii.” He greeted.

Blix looked at him and then at her, slowly realizing who she was. Blix stepped in front of Poe and said, “You harm a hair on his head, and I’ll kill you.”

Her hand hovered over lightsaber, daring this woman to try something.

“Where did you find a Jedi, Poe? Especially one so loyal to you?” She asked curiously, lifting her visor up to take her in.

“She saved my life. We need to see Babu Frik. It’s urgent. Please,” Poe requested trying to stay polite.

Zorii was quiet for several moments before turning and walking away.

Poe followed her without question and Blix stared at him as he willingly chased after her.

“What was that?”” Rey asked stepping up to Blix.

“Poe was a spice runner,” Blix began.

“A spice runner!?” Finn and Rey both exclaimed.

“It was an undercover mission for the Navy. That… was the woman who stabbed him… and he’s just... blindly trusting her,” Blix finished, annoyance in her voice.

Finn and Rey ran to catch up with him as 3PO toddled behind them. Blix remained there staring blankly. BB-8 stayed by her side, beeping at her concernedly. She blinked rapidly trying to refocus and quietly followed after them. When she caught up, they already had 3PO wired up and was preparing to override him.

It was then revealed that this process would lead to 3POs memory being wiped. As they continued to get him ready, Blix noticed that both Poe and Zorii had disappeared. She tried to let it not bother her, as whispers of doubts and distrust rang through her mind.

She stood in the back quietly, waiting for the information to be revealed. As the translations began, she winced as she continued to hear murmurs, the constant barrage of thoughts causing a headache to form. She crossed her arms and sighed heavily when it was revealed that they would have to go to the Death Star to find the Wayfinder.

When the translation was done, Blix stepped outside, the blast of cold air feeling good against the headache that she was currently battling. She closed her eyes, taking in slow deep breaths. She was trying to ease her thoughts as best as she could. She could feel a bitterness setting into her bones and she was trying her best to not let negativity choke her.

“He loves you, you know,” Came Zorii’s voice as she joined her outside.

Blix looked at her as Zorii stood next to her.

“How do you figure that?” Blix asked tiredly.

“You didn’t see the way he looked at you, when you stepped in front of him to defend him,” Zorii said truthfully. “He never looked at me like that.”

Blix smiled softly at that.

“Are you… are you okay? You seem a little… stressed?” Zorii hesitantly asked, observing Blix’s closed off behaviors.

“Had my brain picked apart and had 10k images and insecurities flash before my eyes, 20 minutes before we ran into you. So, no. Not okay,” Blix muttered, kicking at the snow angrily.

“Don’t… know how to help you with that… but. I can say this… don’t shut him out. Like I said, he loves you. Let him help you,” Zorii concluded, before heading back inside.

Blix sighed heavily, squatting down and taking a handful of snow and pushing it against her face. She felt hot, even in the freezing temperatures. The snow felt amazing against her burning skin, and as she ran a hand over her face to wipe it off, a ringing began in her ear.

She pressed a hand to it, wishing it away, as she applied pressure and wiggled her ear. As she opened her eyes, she saw not snow, but tiled floors. She stood up looking around, not recognizing where she was.

“My master says you’re a Kenobi. Must say… I’m surprised,” Came a feminine voice behind her.

She turned to it, and saw a young girl, with red skin and black tattoos in geometrical patterns on her head.

“My name is Maeve. A grandchild of the great Darth Maul,” She introduced staring at Blix curiously. “Funny. You don’t act like any Jedi I have heard of.”

“Hello Maeve and that’s because I’ve seen the dark side. Hell, I’ve even given it a taste but that’s not the life for me,” Blix explained dully.

Maeve reached forward and grabbed Blix’s arm and suddenly they were back on Kijimi.

“Where are you? C’mon… let’s talk… join us and we’ll release the furbag we capture earlier,” Maeve bribed in a sing-song voice.

“So, Chewie is still alive? Good to know. Now get out of my head before you hurt yourself,” Blix threatened as she threw out mental shield and blocks, pushing Maeve out of her mind.

A moment later she was alone again, no one buzzing about in her mind. She was breathless and numb.

Poe who stepped out to check on her, rushed over to her quickly.

“Baby? Honey? You’re bleeding!” Poe exclaimed gently wiping away the blood that dripped from her nose.

“Chewie’s still alive. Got a lil visit from mini Sith. We can save him,” Blix whispered fighting off the exhaustion she felt.

“Okay. Cool. Great. Can I focus on you?” he asked pulling her into his arms as her knees weakened.

“Guys! Let’s go, we got work to do!” Poe called out picking Blix up bridal style.

Rey, Finn and the droids (including a new one called D-O) came out and they rushed back to the Falcon. Poe laid her down on the bed she was in earlier and he rushed to tell them what she said, as they left the planet. The First Order was nearby, and the rescue had to be quick.

Poe and Finn ran off to rescue him, and Rey stayed behind to protect Blix who was barely awake.

“Hey sis… talk to me. What’s up?” Rey spoke softly to her, grasping her hands into her own.

Blix blinked up at her, opening her mouth to answer but wasn’t quite sure how to start, so she closed it.

Rey then gently pushed Blix to scootch back, laying down next to her.

“I keep seeing… images of Scarif… and several other images that make no sense. A lot of them involve my mother… and only in one of them… can I actually see the person’s face. I think… it was possibly my father? I don’t know. Nothing makes sense,” Blix slowly whispered to Rey.

“Scarif? But… wasn’t it destroyed?” Rey asked just as confused.

“It was partially destroyed. The Death Star wasn’t at full power when it attacked Scarif. It wasn’t until later, when they destroyed Alderaan that it was capable of fully destroying a planet,” Blix explained with a small sigh.

“Is it possible that someone survived? That there may be someone alive on Scarif?” Rey inquired, her brow furrowing in thought.

“Anything’s possible, I just… I don’t want to get my hopes for something that may just be lies,” Blix admitted biting her lip.

Rey laid there thinking, trying to figure out what she could say or do in this moment to comfort her.

“How about this? We finish the fight against the First Order, and the four us of will venture to Scarif together? We’re a team. Family. We’ll figure this out together,” Rey proposed with a smile, gently tapping her head against Blix’s.

Blix nodded, smiling back. It was a good thirty minutes before Poe and Finn returned with Chewie, all of them looking a little worse for wear.

Blix, who was finally feeling a bit better, asked, “What happened to you 3?”

“Uh. Found Chewie. Got caught. Almost killed. Phasma saved us? And is apparently the spy?” Poe explained quickly making his way to the cockpit.

Blix blinked at that info she was given, somewhat stunned, “Okay then.”

“Chewie? You okay bud?” Blix questioned, turning to the Wookie.

He quickly told her; he was fine, just tired before joining Poe in the cockpit.

They began to make their way Kef Bir, hoping that the Falcon would stay in one piece long enough to get them there. It had taken some damage as they escaped Kijimi.

When they landed, Chewie stayed behind to make repairs as they ventured out. They looked around, a slight chill in the air from the harsh breeze that blew across the vast ocean before them. There in the midst of the torrent waves was a section of the Death Star. They stood there, trying to figure out how they were going to get over to it when a voice called out to them.

“You’re the fighters of the Resistance?” Came a powerful female voice from behind them.

They all turned to see a woman leading a group of people, a bow in her hands. She was dressed in a pale-yellow shirt and a fluttery cape to match, with a pair of capris and sandals to top it off. Her armor was light, but that didn’t appear to matter too much for how she held herself. Her stance, and her presentation commanded attention, especially as they looked to her people whose body language showed relaxed confidence.

“My name’s Jannah. Babu Frik told us you were coming. How can we help?” She asked, stepping forward to greet them.

Poe and Finn stepped forward and began talking with her, leading her and her tribe over to the Falcon. Rey and Blix looked at the Death Star heap and were looking to see if there was a way to it.

Rey spotted a sea skiff and pointed it out to Blix. Blix nodded her head, and they made their way to it. They got on and held on tightly as Rey steered it toward the wreckage. The waves thrashed against the skiff hard, making it fly up at times. After what seemed to be hours but was really only mere minutes they were near the wreckage.

They pull themselves up onto a platform that they could reach and began to carefully maneuver their way inside.

It took some time but soon they were standing in a room with a throne.

“Alright Rey. If he really is your grandfather, this room will only respond to you,” Blix noted as they moved forward.

They looked around and as Rey touched a wall off to the side, a secret door opened. Rey jumped back slightly, not expecting it.

She started to move forward but stopped when she noticed Blix wasn’t following.

“Are you coming?” She asked expectantly.

“I can’t. This… this is your defining moment honey. Whatever you face in there, I can’t help you with. You are about to be presented with a choice. A choice I can’t help you decide. I’ll be here when you get out,” Blix said sagely, knowing that that this was Rey’s moment.

Rey looked scared for a moment but when she looked at Blix, she knew what she was trying to convey. She straightened up, took a deep breath and walked forward.

Blix could sense the dark presence that appeared near Rey and waited patiently. Moments later, the presence was gone, and Rey walked out with the Wayfinder, excited.

“That was terrifying, but I did it!” She exclaimed rushing up to Blix.

Blix laughed softly, “Good job. Now, let’s get out of here. This place gives me the creeps.”

“Not so fast… We have unfinished business,” Came Maeve’s voice from above them.

She jumped down, lightsaber lit and swung hard at Rey. Rey trying to dodge and get her lightsaber out, dropped the Wayfinder. Maeve picked it up and using the Force, she destroyed it.

Rey yelled out in rage and began to fight Maeve harder. Her swings were harsh and powerful, but Maeve was the same. Blix chased after them as they made their way outside. Blix pulled out both of her lightsabers and jumped in between them.

“Enough! Both of you!” Blix yelled trying to stop them both, her lightsabers blocking both of theirs.

Rey stepped back but stood at the ready just in case. Maeve held her lightsaber against Blix’s, pushing as hard as she could to get her to yield.

“Maeve. How old are you?” Blix asked her over the roar of the waves crashing all around them.

“15. Why?” She asked with a snarl.

“15. Why are you fighting an old man’s war? That man does not give a damn about you. Just ask all of his other apprentices. He uses them like they are tissues, and tosses them when they are no longer useful,” She began staring her in the eyes. “If Sidious successfully turned his granddaughter to the Dark Side, what happens to you, hm? Siths only have one apprentice.”

“He wouldn’t. He promised that I would be his successor, that I would have all the power,” Maeve disputed shaking her head.

“Baby girl. All he thinks of is power, and how to get more of it. He would sooner see his bloodline take the throne, than a granddaughter of a Sith that he hated in the end. Listen to me, you know. You know deep down that I’m telling you the truth,” Blix pleaded softly, turning off her lightsaber.

Maeve lower lip trembles slightly, before asking, “What do I do?”

“You got a couple options. One, you leave here, you go be a normal teenager. Two, you go back to Sidious knowing that he will betray you in the end. Or three, you come with us and I’ll be your teacher,” Blix listed out with a sigh.

Maeve snorted, “Let me guess: teach me the ways of the Jedi, and how to be good and pure?”

“No. I’m not a regular Jedi. I’m a Grey. I know what it’s like to be fueled with rage and hate. I know what it’s like to want revenge. I even know what it’s like to take a life. Yet, I also realized that wasn’t the life for me. That being that angry all the time… is exhausting. It tears down your soul. You have a choice, and I hope you choose one that doesn’t involve being an expendable soldier to a man who should’ve died 30 years ago,” Blix spoke truthfully, hoping Maeve would see reason.

Maeve stared at her for a moment, slowly turning her lightsaber off. She bit her lip before asking, “Would I get a cooler lightsaber color?”

Blix chuckled softly at the childlike question and said, “Yeah. We can make you a cooler lightsaber.”

Blix reclipped her lightsabers to her belt and held out her hand to Maeve. Maeve contemplated for a moment, her eyes flicking back and forth between her hand and her face.

She slowly reached out but stopped. She turned around and made her way over to her modified TIE fighter.

Blix sighed in disappointment, thinking she didn’t convince her. Rey stepped forward, placing her hand on Blix’s shoulder, “You tried.”

Blix then noticed that Maeve was now making her way over to them again.

“You needed one of these, right?” Maeve confirmed holding a Wayfinder in her hands.

Blix smiled brightly and said, “Yes. Yes, we do. Let’s go, yeah?”

They used the TIE fighter to get back over to land, the 3 of them squished into one chair. When they landed, Poe and Finn were armed, ready to fight.

“Whoa boys. Chill. It’s just us,” Blix called out as the 3 of them crawled out.

The three of them stood there, soaking wet, and slightly shivering.

Poe gazed at Blix expectantly, looking between her and Maeve.

“This is Maeve. Maeve, this is Poe and Finn. Maeve decided she wanted to be on the winning side, and even gave us her Wayfinder. Be nice. Now, can we get out of here or at the very least, can we go get changed?” Blix introduced quickly, ushering Rey and Maeve to get inside.

“Hon?” Poe called trying to regain her attention.

“Yeah babe?” Blix responded innocently.

“Tell me… do you plan to adopt every Force Sensitive child out there?” He asked somewhat seriously but the smile that was creeping on his face said otherwise.

“Maybe? Is that a problem?” She questioned worriedly.

“Gonna need a bigger house than,” He mumbled, shaking his head.

“Well. My family home is quite large, enough for us to adopt and… have some of our own,” She whispered to him, moving closer to him.

“Oh? Is that so? Good to know,” He whispered back, pressing a small kiss to her lips. “We can discuss the logistics later along with that nightmare you had earlier.”

Blix nodded her head in agreement, and the two of them turned to get inside the Falcon. She quickly moved into one of the more private areas to change clothes when she felt something.

A wave of sadness washed over her. She reached out through the Force, trying to figure out what happened.

She contacted Ben, ‘Whats going on? What just happened?’

Ben’s reply… took a moment… but he slowly told her, ‘My uncle… he… healed my mother…’

It was then she knew why she felt the wave, the disturbance. Luke gave up his life for Leia.

‘We’re on our way.’ Blix stated making her way back out to the center room.

Rey looked at her confused, “What was that? What just happened?”

“Luke. Luke saved Leia,” She began to explain, her voice cracking.

“Okay… but wh-” Rey stopped, realization hitting her.

Poe and Finn looked at the two of them confused, Finn asking, “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Jedi can heal. But if the damage is great, then it becomes a life for a life. Luke saved Leia, but it means he gave up his own lifeforce for her. However, that… that doesn’t necessarily mean she’s cured. I’d have to check on her when we get back,” Blix quietly explained as Rey came up to her and hugged her.

Poe nodded his head and made his way to the cockpit starting up the Falcon. Finn walked over and took Rey into his arms, holding her close as she cried.

Maeve stood there quietly before joining Poe up front. He glanced at her briefly but as he and Chewie took off, he turned to her.

He scrutinized her for a moment before informing her, “I hope you know; she’s putting a lot of trust in you. She’s vouching for you, and I hope you don’t let her down by betraying her.”

Maeve nodded her head, “I understand.”

“Do you have any family left, kid?” He asked curiously.

“No. I have no one. Been that way for a couple of years,” She answered truthfully.

“Well. I hope you’re ready for the family you just earned. We’re a little bit crazy but we mean well. May as well get settled, it’s a long way back to base,” He noted as Blix stepped inside.

Blix smiled at him softly and took a seat next to Maeve. This war was nearing its end, the final battle was upon them. They needed to gather their numbers, and hope that the rest of the Republic would join them in the final blow to the First Order.

#poe dameron x oc #poe dameron #star wars au #episode 9 sucked.#i watched it twice.#and i dont remember much from it #hence why i sped through it #and reworked it

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singeramg · 4 years

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Midnight: Chapter 2

A/n: Hey everyone! Here is part 2 of the story. I think this is going to have a slow build as I want to make sure this goes correctly. Personally i’m excited for where I see this going!

Pairing: Clark Kent / OFC

Rating: M (Story is M, this chapter however is not)

Warnings; None really really just more exposition but there is a good point.

Here is part 1 if you missed it.

Midnight: Chapter 2

I felt Kyle running into my room before he actually came in, giving me time to prepare for the impact as he jumped on me, still managing to take my breath away with his natural density.

“Momma! It’s morning and you here!”

I smiled at him kissing his cheek, watching as his eyes changed from the natural blue they were, to brown like mine.

My son was special, it was the reason I worked odd and late jobs. He couldn’t go to regular daycare because he wasn’t in control of his powers yet.

He was born with various abilities due to his parentage, of course he was stronger than the average three year old being that he had the strength of a 12 year old. He often told me noises bothered him, which led me to believe he was developing his super hearing, but the big power was his ability to change his appearance. It was mostly just the small features for now, and it was mostly unconscious on his part. For example, he would change his eyes to match mine, and throughout the day they would change, and he also liked to play with his hair. Naturally it was black like Clarks’ but his hair had curls. Often times I would come in and my son would have long hair or it would be blonde or brown. Sometimes even Blue!

And honestly he looked like Clark with a tan. Needless to say I had to keep him home until he could gain some control. I didn’t want to have to move... again.

Ms. A was the only one that knew about Kyle’s abilities. When she asked I told her, that his father was an old boyfriend who had nothing to do with him and that I thought he must have had some metahuman blood that he never told me about.

She had no clue I was also now a Metahuman.

Kyle flopped off of me and onto my bed, still in his race car pjs and messy bed hair. He hadn’t changed that yet and I was glad to see it.

“Good morning Kalen, what has mommy told you about jumping on her?”

He giggles and says

“I have to be careful because mommy might get hurt. I don’t think I could hurt you mommy. I love you too much.”

He turned the puppy dog eyes on me in an attempt to not get in trouble for something he knew better than to do.

“Yeah sure young man. You know better that’s why you are trying me with that face. Did you brush your teeth and wash your face?”

He shook his head no.

“Alright, well what are waiting for? No breakfast for my little monster until you do.”

He laughed and took off for the bathroom. I swore he got faster everyday.

‘Kyle’ was his name to the public but his real name was in direct tribute to his father, his name being Kalen Joseph (pronounced Colin) having the name Kal being spelled in his name and Joseph from Clarks actual middle name. I got out my bed, changing quickly into some jean shorts and a tank and going into the bathroom with my son, finding him about to get his toothpaste all over the sink. I took it from him and put a little on the toothbrush and let him take over, brushing my teeth and once I finished he followed me into the living room. I waved my hand, lazily at the TV, turning it on. I was about to change the channel when the reporter began to talk about the rescue I had pulled off last night.

“In other news, last night, a local woman, described her rescuer as her ‘guardian angel’. The local police describe the scene as confusing but thankfully non-fatal. A vigilante stopped a rather vicious robbery and assault, taking down three attackers and leaving them unconscious for the police. While the police are grateful for the intervention they have questions for this person, and ask if anyone has any information on this masked vigilante then please reach out to crime-stoppers tip line”

The reporter says the number as a shadowy, low quality security camera shot of me appears on screen. I was comforted in that I knew no one would know me. I waved my hand again, changing the television to some random cartoons and proceeded to make some breakfast for us both.

*Later*

I dressed Kalen in a pair of jeans, sneakers and a cute red t-shirt, along with a small hat. The hat served as a dual purpose for if he decided to change his hair on me in public. I grabbed my purse and his little tablet that he could use in the shopping cart to keep him occupied.

Once in the store, I pulled out my list and Ms. Alphonse’s list. Chuckling at her circled selection of Twizzlers and jellybeans. The woman lived her life on sweets, I would swear it. I strolled through the store, adding things to my cart, when Kalen started crying.

“Momma it loud.”

I watched as his eyes flickered in various colors and he held his hands to his ears. The lights began to flicker in the store followed by a loud boom.

The store shook as people began yelling and screaming. I yanked Kalen from the cart into my arms, looking for the safest place for us to be. I couldn’t use my powers in public, at least not without my mask and I couldn’t form my suit without exposing myself. I wouldn’t risk my child. I ran for the exit, not caring if I was slightly faster than the rest. Pieces of the ceiling falling as the ground still trembled. I ran into the employee only section of the store, moving until we left out the back door. Kalen was still holding his ears as I crushed him to my chest. I looked up seeing some flying creatures, destroying people, literally feeding on them. I turned away, shielding my son and ducked into a nearby building. The old building had long since been abandoned. No energy source inside of it, I stopped in a back corner, far away from the windows.

I rocked Kalen in my arms, doing my best to send him calming energy, but all the stimulation wasn’t helping. Sitting on the floor, I brushed his curls back soothing him. I was working until I heard crashing into the doors, this just caused him to cry more. I focused and changed into battle wear, just as the door flew open and the creatures came in. I sat Kalen on the floor and tossed up a force field around him.

The creatures took me in my protective stance as a challenge and the all came at me. I focused on getting them off of me. Their eyes were red and they could fly, all of them looking to take me out. I fought them as long as I could and once again the hits had built up enough kinetic energy to blast them through the front door. I followed them out, forming a blade of energy that I held like a sword. Slicing and dicing all of these demonic creatures, until suddenly they looked toward the sky, disappearing as quickly as it seemed they had come.

I cancelled my sword once I ascertained the danger was gone. I wasted no time going back into the building to my child who was whimpering behind the shield I put up. I changed my appearance again, back to what he was familiar with, letting the field down, he wasted no time running into my arms, sobbing, his little hands grabbing at my skin and holding on tightly.

“Come on baby, let’s go home.”

*Home*

I shielded Kalen’s eyes the entire way home, until I felt him relax against my shoulder, his breathing evening out. Once inside the building I stopped at Ms. Alphonse’s apartment, knocking and she opened the door quickly, pulling us into a hug. I looked behind her, as I hugged her back one handed. The news displayed the attack as breaking news also connecting it to similar attacks in Gotham and other neighboring cities.

“I was so worried about you two. The store was dead center of where the attack was.”

I came inside, pushing the door closed, and sitting Kyle down on the reddish brown couch. Carefully not to wake him up, I let him go and sat down next to him. Letting my relief coming through in a sigh, my body sagging into her couch.

“I was terrified. We hid from those things until they left.”

“I am just glad you are okay.”

She goes into the kitchen, I hear her rattling around, making coffee. The news channel changed gears, still covering the attack but this time grainy video appears on the screen. I quickly make note that it’s me fighting in disguise. Thankfully, it cuts off mid-fight, the camera seemingly destroyed. The anchors all asking

“Who is this woman?”

I dropped my head in my hands, frustrated and scared that I would have to leave. Ms. Alphonse came around the corner, handing me a cup of tea.

“Kyle looks like he’s out for the night.”

“It was a lot for him. The creatures were attacking, and with him being sensitive to sounds and stimulation. He was terrified. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to protect him.”

“I think you did everything you possibly could to get him home safe.”

Ms. Alphonse and I talked for awhile, watching the news coverage, before I gathered up Kalen and took him home. I tucked him into his own bed with a kiss to the forehead and a partially closed door, I managed a hot shower and some wound care from the various scrapes and cuts I took from fighting. Just as I finished, I felt someone approaching my apartment. My defenses raised as they knocked, an invisible barrier that only I could pass through went up. I looked through the peephole, surprised to see who was on the other side. Just knowing my eyes were deceiving me I opened the door and asked.

“What in the hell is Bruce Wayne doing at my front door?”

A/n: As always I appreciate any support this gets. i love seeing likes, reblogs and comments. Makes my day honestly. Hell, maybe I will post the next chapter tonight???

#Clark Kent xOFC #henry cavill x black ofc #Black! OFC #clark kent #DCFilms #fanfiction #henry cavill #SUPERMAN X OFC #superman

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jordanlahey · 5 years

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“Wake Up.” (6)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader x Steve Harrington (Platonic!The Party x Reader)

Summary: Y/n woke up in the middle of the road, having no idea where she is. Once she finds out where or more importantly when she is she just wants to go home or at least she did.

Warnings: language, slight violence, angst?

Word Count: 1243

A/N: (y/f/f - your favourite food.)

ST Taglist: @intheendyouwillalwayskneel

WA: @ivana-franz , @helena-way07 , @asfyhcseryg , @kittenthekat1234567890 , @robinismyqueen , @billysgodcomplex , @holy-fucking-shit , @starksweasley , @jessicatheghxstgirl, @slefishpresley, @pissheadoffical, @luckyteenagedirtbag, @shannon124

Series Masterlist.

“Nancy not be rude or anything but how am I supposed to pay for my clothes? I mean I have no money at all.” You asked as you followed Nancy around the mall into different shops, you did look at a few items of clothing but you shied away from them cause of the price and the fact that you had no money.

“Y/n has that been on your mind since we’ve been here?” She asked as you both entered another store, you nodded. “I was going to buy them for you as a treat I don’t mind really, I hardly ever have girl time anymore due to...some stuff.”

“I feel bad if I let you buy my clothes Nance.” You protested but she waved you off.

“Nonsense, now go find clothes.” She laughed nudging you in the direction of the clothes as she looked for her own clothes. You were wearing the clothes you came here; your black denim jacket, red plaid skirt and black top. You didn’t mind the looks you were getting at all cause you felt comfortable in them. You wandered over to the jeans section and saw a nice pair of black ripped denim ‘mom’ jeans and a similar pair in plain denim blue. You picked both jeans up and headed towards the tops and picked a few t-shirts then wandered around looking for Nancy who was by the sweater section. “Oh you found stuff, let’s go pay!”

“You’re not buying anything?” You ask, guilt pouring over you.

“I have enough clothes, we are here for you remember.” She paid and handed you the bag and the both of you left and headed to the food court. She asked you what you wanted to eat and you told her (y/f/f) and in response she told you to find a seat while she waits in line.

You found a seat near the fountain and as you waited for Nancy you found yourself in the comfort of your own thoughts that you didn’t realise the person take a seat in front of you.

“Hey Y/n.” Steve smiled at you but he noticed that you weren’t really listening. “Y/n?” He waved a hand in front of your face and you snapped back into reality.

“Oh sorry Steve.” You smiled apologetically and he smiled back.

“It’s okay, I saw you sitting alone and thought I’d keep you company.” Steve leaned back in his seat.

“Actually I’m here with Nancy who was...was in the line.” You look around for her and then it hit you, she set you up kinda like a date with Steve but not at the same time. “She’s a clever one.”

“Nancy? Yeah she is.”

“Did she put you up to this.” Steve was going to deny it but you were kinda true.

“Kinda, this wasn’t supposed to happen but yet here we are.” He threw his hands in the air, you chuckled at him. “While we are here do you wanna go see a movie?”

“Is this a date?

“How about a friend date thing.” Steve shrugged.

“Sure.” You smile.

*******

Max and Eleven were wandering around the mall while the boys were at the arcade. Max insisted on taking El to the mall since they had so much fun the last time they went.

“No freaking way.” Max breathed, looking directly and you and Steve sitting together at the food court.

“What?” Eleven asked, looking around to see what Max was talking about but she was cut short when Max grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the mall towards the arcade.

“Guys!!” Max shouted at the group of boys waiting outside the arcade.

“What?” they all asked as they waited for max to catch her breath.

“Y/n is on a date!!”

“Why should we care that she is on a date?” Lucas rolled his eyes, not seeing why she is so worked up about you being on a date.

“With STEVE!!”

“What!?” everyone said at the same time then there was another ‘what’ added in except the voice was more deeper and angrier. The kids turn and see Billy, he was practically red in the face and right on cue you and Steve leave the mall, smiling and laughing which angered Billy more.

“Uh-oh.” Dustin mumbled as Billy pushed passed the kids and made a beeline towards you and Steve. You hadn’t noticed Billy until he made himself known by punching Steve in the face.

“BILYY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!” You scream but like he would hear you. Steve picked himself up and held his hand to his face.

“What the hell!?” Steve narrowed his eyes at Billy and right now you were invisible, the only person that was visible was Billy.

“I told you Harrington to stay away from her!” Billy shouted and Steve shouted something back. You couldn’t hear everything it was all becoming a white noise till you heard something more clearer. You felt dizzy again.

“Guys stop.” You mumbled, you felt sick and having no idea why you felt like this was more worrying. “Guys!” You tried again but this time you felt something hit the back of you and your vision became black.

*Steve’s POV*

“Guys!” I stopped and turned to look at y/n but as I did she fell to the ground. All of us rushed to her.

“Y/n?!” I shouted gently shaking her but she didn’t respond, I checked to see if she was still breathing and luckily she was or this situation could get a lot worse. I lift her head and rest it on my lap as we all begin to talk over each other about what to do.

“Guys, she is mumbling something, listen.” Mike shouts and we all quiet down to listen to Y/n.

“Zero one two zero one two zero one two.”

“What the hell does zero one two mean?” Lucas asked.

“Twelve.” Eleven piped up, all of us looked at her in confusion.

*Your POV*

I woke up against cold tiles, I have no clue where the hell I am though it looks to be a hospital. Thank god. I get up to head down the corridor but the sound of screaming put me off, I just stand there listening to the person scream for help. I know I should help them but at this point my feet are moving on their own accord down the hall passing all these doors till I reach the only door that is open, I peek around the corner and see these people in white lab coats hold down someone to a bed and another man stood to the side, he wore a suit and his hair was white somehow he looked familiar.

“Let me go!” I freeze I know that voice. I know it very well. This surely can’t be real.

“Put her out.” The man in the suit spoke, his voice sends me shivers, I watch as they take a syringe and jab it into the girl she stopped fighting and she laid still. The men in the white coats begin to turn and I move away from the door as they leave, I take the chance and go into the room slowly going near the girl on the bed. The number on her wrist catches my eye.

012.

My eyes follow up her arm and to her face and my blood runs cold.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #billy hargrove x fem!reader #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader x billy hargrove

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velmalav · 5 years

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call my bluff: part one {r.t.}

warnings: smut, swearing.

synopsis: reader and roger hate each other, but get drunk one night and wake up in bed together.

word count: 3k+

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You never liked parties much. They were always too overwhelming, too many people crammed into one space. Not to mention that despite all of the unfamiliar faces and drunken stumbling (usually into you), you could know almost everyone at a party and still feel alone and uncomfortable. By the end of the night, you always found yourself backed into a corner and sipping your drink with an arm draped across your stomach. An introvert by nature, but an insecure one at that.

And that’s why it was so unlike you to be at one now. Your usual place at Freddie’s house was a sofa under the stairs – something he’d thrown together specifically for you and your anxieties. Most people never bothered to even notice the small heap of cushions, and really, no one but you, Fred, and the other members of Queen really even knew of its existence. All in all, it made Freddie’s ragers bearable, and that’s all you could really ask for.

The only reason you were there now was because it was his birthday, and quite frankly, he’d murder you if you even thought of skipping out. So for weeks, you’d picked at your fingernails at just the mere thought of the event. Ironically, that’s exactly what you were doing now as you followed Brian and John through swarms of people.

“Didn’t it just start?” you muttered, tightening your grip on the back of John’s t-shirt. He sent you a fleeting smile over his shoulder as you three continued your invisible conga line through Freddie’s house. You nearly stumbled into John as he abruptly paused in his tracks, hands flying to his back to steady yourself. “Could’ve warned me,” you grumbled.

“Sorry, Chris just whisked Brian away,” John replied before pulling you beside him. You both wandered to the one place you wanted to be, but right before you turned the corner to the staircase, he backed off. “I’m gonna get some drinks. Save me a seat, will you?” you could hear the sarcasm in his voice.

Nobody ever sat on your bloody couch—

Your eyebrows furrowed at the sight in front of you as your beloved safe space came into view. Roger fucking Taylor – the absolute last person you wanted to see, was perched in your spot, an ankle slung around a knee and both arms hugging the back of your lime green sofa. He jangled a glass around in one of his hands as he chatted up the girl beside him. She leaned into him – in your spot – and whispered something in his ear.

“Excuse me,” you interrupted, eyes flaming as you stared Roger down. He seemed pleased at the expression on your face as you made your way over, a hand falling to your hip. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Taylor?”

“Having a chat with lovely…Denise,” Roger hesitated at her name, but his smug tone never faltered. The girl raised an eyebrow before peeling herself off of him.

“Deanna,” she snapped, snatching the drink from Roger’s hands and standing. “My name is Deanna, you dick.”

“I knew that,” he coolly smiled, but didn’t seem to be concerned with the woman’s sudden change of heart. She glared at him for a moment longer before storming off, tugging her tight dress down as she went. You couldn’t help but crack a satisfied smile, causing Roger to shift on the sofa. “Go find yourself somewhere else to squat because you won’t find me moving, Y/L/N.”

Your smile fell immediately, eyes blazing once more. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you? Had to make sure you’ve shagged on every piece of furniture in Fred’s house, huh?”

Roger scoffed, head turning to the side. “Would be a fun challenge, but I’d much rather watch you squirm in the corner, lovely. Seems to be what reels in all of the men you’ve shagged, now doesn’t it?” he pointed at you with his a nimble finger, a smirk tugging at his mouth.

“I—“ you began, searching for a good comeback, but failed to fish one out and huffed. “You know what? Have the fucking couch for all I care.”

Roger hummed in agreement and lit up a cigarette. “I’ll make sure to take good care of it for you.”

You and Roger had always butted heads. The first time you ever met him, you sensed his aura of…irresponsibility. A playboy, a sarcastic little shit, a man who never took the time to grow up. In some ways, you liked those qualities – they suited Freddie just fine – but on Roger? They were deceitful. You decided right then that you wanted nothing to do with him.

And just like Roger had guessed, you soon stood at the archway of the hall, the drink that John fetched you in your hand. Bodies mushed against you, some muttering apologies and others blatantly disregarding you. You stared down into your cup and tried to ignore the rough thumping in your chest. John would occasionally reach over and make a snide comment about someone’s ridiculous costume to lighten the mood, but you couldn’t get out of the funk you were in.

Freddie came and went, greeting you with wide open arms and a bubbly shout. He waved his cape around like he was a superhero, insisting you do a shot with him, and then was coasted away by the tens of people trying to get his attention. You took your rightful place beside the bar, now entirely alone as John had left you to chat with some friends.

“Exactly where I thought you’d be,” a voice spoke into your ear, causing you to whirl around. Roger stood there, a smirk already on his cigarette-occupied lips.

“Was kicking me out of my spot not enough for you? Did you have to come and make sure I was still miserable?” you spat. You were socially drained already, and all you wanted to do was run home and crawl into bed.

His eyes faltered at that, but only for a second, before he was stepping closer to you. “Wouldn’t be fun if I didn’t, love.”

The two of you were so close that you felt like you were staring into his soul. Roger flickered his eyes from you to order a round of shots. You scrunched up your nose and finally went to turn your back to him, but he held out his arm so you’d stay put. “Seriously, Roger, what do you want from me? Go find some other girl to pick on why don’t you,” you sighed, folding your arms across your chest.

“Here,” he mumbled, sliding a newly placed shot glass towards you. Your gaze followed his, confused. “You need to get out of your head.”

“What do you mean?” you questioned.

“I’m not a dumbass, Y/N. I know what happens when Freddie forces you to these,” Roger started, holding up his own glass before putting out his cigarette on the surface of the bar. “Just need to let loose for once. It’s sad, and I can’t watch it anymore.”

“As if you’d care either way,” you blow out a breath, tilting your head away from the shot. “I don’t need help from you.”

“I cared the second you scared off my catch for the night,” Roger quipped sarcastically. “Wasn’t gonna steal your precious couch ‘til you so rudely interrupted us. And yes, I’d say you do need the help. So take the damn shot before I call Freddie over and have him force you to give a toast for his birthday.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you growled with narrowed eyes, but there was a sudden hint of playfulness between the two of you.

Roger glanced between the shot and you, eyebrows raised, as if saying, ‘Call my bluff.’ Without another word, you grabbed the shot and let it slide down your throat. As if he expected it, Roger held out a glass of purple liquid to you. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but desperately needing the chaser, you glared at him the whole time you downed the cup.

Roger laughed, but is quickly taken aback as you order another round. You held a shot out to him. “Show me what you’ve got, Taylor.”

The night became a blur of Freddie’s long hallway and dimmed lights. You were aware enough to hold yourself up, but your mind was in shambles, and walking was a motion that needed intense thought. You could feel two hands molding into your hips, fingers playing with the lace material of your dress. It was hot and soothing all at the same time and you could feel your cheeks beginning to flush red, half from the liquor and half from the man touching you.

You could tell he was also just as far gone as you by the way his lips stuttered against the skin of your collarbone. You tipped your head back to rest against the wall, eyes falling to the man kissing up your neck. It was Roger, you recognized him instantly, and a sober you would never be in this position, but a drunk you wanted him like he was the last man on earth. You coasted your hands up to clutch his face, fingers digging into his cheeks a bit as you gravitated his mouth onto yours.

The kiss began slow and needy, teeth nipping at your cupid’s bow, but turned desperate and passionate as you pushed your tongue into Roger’s mouth. He moaned and dug his fingers deeper into your hips, one hand sliding up to feel your chest. He suddenly broke the kiss, both of you panting as if you’d run a marathon. “Guest room down here,” he said in between breaths before gripping onto both of your elbows and guiding you further into the hallway.

“Locked the door,” you confirmed as you both stumbled over to the bed, shedding clothing as you went. Flats, dress, pants. Roger was struggling to unbutton his shirt when you reached him and pulled the material apart impatiently, buttons tumbling to the ground at your actions.

“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N,” he drunkenly snickered, leaning forward until his chest touched yours. Both tipsy, laughing messes, you toppled onto the bed. Legs tangled together, hands weaving around body parts.

Roger hovered over you with a glazed over expression, just staring down at you. You were still giggling from ruining his shirt – payback from tonight’s events, you supposed. You swiped a finger at his nose, causing him to lean down and connect your lips again. You grabbed the collar of his torn clothing and held him to you, hand snaking around the back of his neck to trap him. His hands explored your chest, plucking the clasp of your bra apart and tossing it aside. The cool air hit your nipples, and Roger took one in his mouth.

You were always so impatient and horny when you were drunk, so you couldn’t help but squirm in frustration. Even wasted he knew how to anger you. “Get on with it,” you groaned. You even went as far as to pull your panties down your legs and around your feet. You wanted him now.

“Eager, are we?” Roger’s hot breath tickled your tummy as he descended down your body achingly slow. You jostled around, hoping for relief, as two fingers pressed to where you wanted him most. “Waited a long time for this. Gonna take my time,” he murmured, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.

“Please, just,” you drew in a sharp breath as he moved his fingers in circles against you. Your eyes fluttered shut, moans falling from your lips like a waterfall. His finger slid in easily. Both of you moaned at the feeling, your hands clutching the bed sheets as Roger left sloppy marks across your tummy. His eyes never left you, though, wanting to watch you coil underneath him.

You began to unravel quickly. Sweat beaded at your forehead as your head thrashed to the side, extending your neck out. Roger quickened his pace, but could feel you beginning to clench further around him and stopped. Your eyes flew open to see him above you, eyelids hooded. He was so blissed out that his movements were even slower than before. Your head spun as you rested your forehead against Roger’s cheek and discarded his boxers. He flittered his fingers through your hair once and then proceeded to run a thumb across your lips.

“Roger,” you said. He liked hearing you say his name and hummed in response, then seemed to snap out of his drunken thoughts. “Condom. Now.”

“On it, lovely,” he slurred and hunted through the pants he’d thrown to the ground minutes before. Finding what he needed, he rolled the condom on, and then focused on you. You both shared a look, an intense, lustful one – and then he thrust into you.

Your back lifted from the bed as Roger lazily slid in and out of you, teeth attached to your neck. Sometimes he’d leave sloppy kisses along your throat and collarbones, but mainly desired for your mouth. He went deeper and deeper until he had you just about yelling, happy to cover your mouth as moans continued to pour from it. You yanked at his hair, curling the softness around your fingers as if were the only thing you keeping you in reality.

“Rog,” you cursed like a mantra, over and over and over again, almost in time with his thrusts. He couldn’t handle you saying his name, couldn’t last much longer if you kept letting it spill out like that. Both of you knew that the alcohol was only a catalyst, and before either of you could register it, your orgasms rolled in and blinded you at the same time.

Your moving lips suddenly stopped as you fought to keep yourself together, but seeing Roger fall apart sent you over the edge. Your whole body let loose as you fell back against the soft bed, all of the energy you had suddenly diminished. You could feel Roger plop onto your stomach, arms wrapping around your torso as he caught his breath.

“Fuck,” he whispered, eyelashes fluttering against your belly button. “Should’ve taken this to that hideous green couch.”

You awoke to a surprisingly calm hangover. Your head was light and your mouth wasn’t dry like it typically was after a night of drinking. The only symptom was the intense aching in your limbs that you assumed was from dehydration. But as you tossed a bit in the bed, you realized you weren’t in your flat, and…naked.

Last night flooded back in fragments, the small details nothing but a blur, but the big picture remained. Roger. Touching you. Kissing you. Fucking you. Your cheeks were already flaming, your usual tense demeanor multiplying by a thousand, “Holy shit,” you whispered into the sheets that you had tucked to your nose.

“Holy shit’s right,” Roger’s voice told you everything you needed to know before even looking at him. Smug. So fucking smug. Your hardheadedness kicked in, and you refused to meet his eyes, merely staring straight ahead. You felt a leg brush against yours, to which you instantly ripped yourself away. “Oh, c’mon, love, loosen up.”

“Funny, that’s what you said last night before you got me drunk and…” you started the sentence so defiantly, even perked yourself, but faltered as you realized that there was absolutely no way to come out of this situation the winner. He’d gotten to you. He’d done it. You had become another one of Roger’s conquests, and he was lapping up every second of it.

“What? What did I do, love?” Roger asked. You both stared, your eyes defeated and his lolled, as if he was turned on by the anger boiling in the pit of your stomach.

“You are so gross,” you whined, slapping your hands to your eyes as he laughed.

“Wasn’t last night when I—“

“Stop, stop talking!” you cried, flailing to cover his mouth with both of your hands. He held your elbows to steady you, almost like he did last night in the dim lit hallway.

He peeled your grip off of his lips so he could speak again, still glowing with arrogance. “Been wantin’ to have you for a while, love, don’t worry. It’s inevitable. None of the boys will even care—“

“Because they’ll never know, Roger,” you interrupted again, stare no longer playful. “This was not supposed to happen and it’s never gonna happen again. In fact, it never did. From this moment on, the last ten hours never existed and I will continue to hate you from afar.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you’ll never be able to hate me again. Not after last—“

“Last what?” you cradled your hand against your ear. “Last night? Doesn’t ring a bell—“

Roger snickered, “Mhm, alright,” he concentrated on your lips as he said it.

Fingers gently cradled your hands away from your face. His movements were so light, so delicate that you didn’t rip yourself away as you normally would. His face was centimeters from yours, eyes sheepish and sparkling as he observed your beet red complexion. You let your guard down for one blissful second, already stupidly leaning into him, when a snarky grin appeared on his face.

“Knew I had you,” Roger declared arrogantly, sweet facade dropping in the matter of a second. He tore the sheets from himself and padded to the door of the bedroom. You fell back into your icy stare as he turned back around to flash you a wink. “But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

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going-dead · 5 years

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What if..?

Hey back from months of making zero DP content, hyper fixation is back and here for a while. So here’s my entry for Danny phantom angst day as well as Ectober day 1 prompt: What if? (list by @fruitloopghost ) I wrote this in one sitting instead of doing something productive like homework so sorry for any errors, I’ll comb through and edit when I have time. Click the read more to read it.

What if they hate him, try to capture him, or just shoot him? What if he gets thrown out, allowed to live but not around them. That would somehow be worse Danny figured. “Well are you going to say anything?” Danny asked, staring at his parents. He would settle for anything talking, questions, yelling, any type of reaction just not silence. Transformation rings split once more leaving a dark haired boy in their wake. Jazz was nervously looking between their parents. Danny didn’t know what she was nervous about, it was his half-life at stake.

Maddie’s hands were shaking as she lifted them as if to ward off her son. Her face steeled. “No. Jazz take Danny upstairs and make sure he gets to his room. Your father and I are going to work this out, we will solve this Danny don’t worry. You’ll be rid of Phantom soon”

Danny’s face twisted in a mixture of hurt and confusion. “But there’s nothing to get rid of? I’m me still, kinda human still, I just have a bit extra tacked on. But that bit is still me, Phantom is me as much as I am Phantom. It’s not a ‘we’ scenario it’s me.” He tried to explain, turning his hand invisible as if to prove a point. He looked to his father pleadingly who had yet to speak up,

“It will be okay Danny, but we’re scientists. We observe the world with facts. And the fact is that we just found out our son as you put it is ‘half ghost’. This is an unknown and we are going to have to be wary until have the facts.” Jack gave a smile, but it was obviously forced. The man smiles so much it’s easy to tell when it isn’t genuine. He gave Jazz and Danny a shooing motion. Leaving no room for argument as he and Maddie descended into the lab with hushed argument.

Jazz rested her hand on Danny’s shoulder, a gesture of comfort, and led Danny upstairs. “Don’t look so glum Danny. Look on the bright side, they didn’t shoot you or try to take you into the lab!” They stopped outside his bedroom door.

“Honestly I’d rather have them try to attack me, at least that way I’d know how they felt about all of this.” He shrugged. Just because they were tolerant of him at the moment didn’t mean that their attitude won't change at any moment. He didn’t have to alert Jazz of that though she had enough worries.

“I’m sure they just need some time, they’ll see that your ghostly half doesn’t make them any less their son.” She gave him a hug before going to her own room. They had school tomorrow, it would give their parents time to adjust by themselves.

Danny gave a weak smile before retreating into his own room. He fell face first onto his bed and hugged his pillow. No matter the end outcome of this his relationship with his parents would never be the same as before. He let his thoughts fade as he drifted into sleep.

Danny didn’t wake up strapped to a lab table or connected to a bunch of instruments, so that was a plus. Did normal teens have to worry about that? Probably not Danny mused. He threw on some clothes and headed downstairs for breakfast. He was surprised to see the table set and filled with food. His brows knitted in confusion, usually he would have to make himself breakfast, his parents still asleep or already down in the lab. Jazz would cook occasionally if she woke up a bit earlier but nothing like this.

Jazz herself came down a few seconds later, confusion evident on her face as well. The question of who was answered shortly after when Jack and Maddie stepped into the kitchen. “Ah good you’re both up. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t have time to eat. Your father and I decided it was time we had a family breakfast for once.” Maddie smiled clapping her hands together.

Danny and Jazz looked at each other in suspicion, but sat down all the same. Food was loaded onto everyone's plates, everyone except Danny started to eat. He poked his pancake with his fork, as if he expected it to explode. Jack was already halfway done with his food when he noticed Danny’s plate was still full. “Come on Danny-bo… Danny, the pancakes aren’t going to bite you.”

“Biting isn't what I’m worried about.” He mumbled, though food trying to eat the Fenton family members wasn’t unheard of, ecto-radiation was no joke. All the same he slowly took a bite of his food. He waited a few seconds, not passed out or hunched over in pain, he shrugged and continued to eat. That wasn’t to say he was comfortable, the moment the food passed his lips his parents seemed to watch his every move, studying him. He suddenly felt like an animal in the wild being observed by researchers.

Not soon enough it was time for Danny and Jazz to head to school. Jack had already excused himself, Danny not sure to as where he went. He shouldered his bag walking with Jazz towards the front door. “Bye mom, I love you.” He called over his shoulder.

“Goodbye Danny.” Danny pretended it didn’t hurt when she didn’t say I love you back, she always said I love you back. But it was fine, teenagers aren’t supposed to tell their parents they love them anyway. Right? It didn’t matter, he had to get to school. At least that way he wouldn’t have to see the disappointment in his parents eyes everytime they looked at him. At least his teachers had a reason to look at him in disappointment.

School was uneventful, other than Sam and Tucker being relieved to see him okay. He was pretty sure the whole school could feel how nervous he was as the school day drew to an end. He didn’t want to go back home and have his parents treat him like something other. His teachers didn’t call him out when he fell asleep in class, even Dash stayed away from him that day. It wasn’t until he was in the car with Jazz did he figure out why.

“Um Danny are you okay?” His sister asked almost warily.

“You mean other than the fact that our parents could turn on me at any second? Just peachy.” Danny snapped. He was surprised to see Jazz almost flinch.

“Can you tone whatever you’re doing down a bit? I’d rather not get frostbite and feel an overwhelming sense of terror driving. It’s just not safe. You can talk to me you know that right?”

Tone it down…? He looked down at his hands and saw his ghostly aura flicker around him, much brighter and far reaching than usual. And while the green and blue mixture was pretty to look at, that isn’t the case if a human comes in contact with it. Of course they can’t see it, but they sure as hell can feel something wrong. He flinched. “Oops sorry Jazz, didn’t even notice I was doing it. It’s probably just because of nerves. I really don’t need to figure out a random new power while mom and dad are watching my every move.”

Jazz nodded her head in agreement. Shaking the effects of Danny’s aura off her she pulled out of the school parking lot. “If you want, I can spend the day with you. That way you don’t have to be alone in a room with mom and dad.” She offered glancing at Danny out of the corner of her eye.

“Yeah that’d probably help.” Danny answered. Secretly relieved and happy she offered. When they entered the driveway he took a deep breath, scaring his parents with his aura or ‘scary eyes’ would not help his situation.

Entering the house his parents voices immediately called out from the lab “Danny? Could you come down here for a second?” Danny shot a panicked look at Jazz. She motioned for him to breathe, grabbed his hand and walked slowly down the stairs and into the lab.

Jack looked up hearing footsteps descending down the stairs. “Oh hey Jazzy-pants, you don’t need to be down here. Just going to confirm some things with Danny.” Seeing Jazz’s glare he quickly backpedaled. “Not saying you have to leave though! More the merrier right hun?”

“Of course dear. No need to look so worried Danny, we’re your parents we wouldn’t ever hurt you intentionally.” Maddie walked over to her kids. “Nothing bad, we just need a few samples. Hair, saliva, vitals those sort of things. Only blood if you allow it of course.”

Danny shifted on his feet uncomfortably, he couldn’t really say no now could he. Plus he was a bit curious about what they’d find. They led him to the chair near the computer and sat him down. Jack grabbed the hair, saliva, and blood samples, with Danny’s consent. While Maddie started on taking his vitals. “So what we were thinking was: What if we could find out what is causing your ghostly abilities. Could we remove them? Make you normal again?”

Danny was about to speak up about being ‘normal’ but Jack interrupted. “Maddie come look at this!” He was leaning over a microscope. Danny took off the blood pressure cuff and followed his mom over to where his father was. Jazz was on her phone looking up occasionally to make sure Danny was fine. “It’s incredible, I haven’t put it through the scanner yet but I’d bet my fudge that is ectoplasm mixed in with his normal red blood cells. There that word was again normal. What if Danny didn’t want to be normal.

Maddie took the samples and carefully put them into the scanner. She tapped her foot waiting for it to finish. She jumped to attention when the results showed up on screen. “DNA...blah blah blah...fifty percent… Oh no.” Maddie staggered away from the machine, looking absolutely crushed. “Oh Jack!” She pulled her husband into a hug. “There’s ectoplasm directly entangled with his DNA, we can’t fix him. Our boy Jack, he’s never going to be the same baby boy we held in our arms.”

Danny looked at his parents, not in fear or anger, no it was in defeat. “Does that really change the fundamental aspects of who I am? I’m still me still Danny, i’m still a teenage boy who sleeps in class and likes video games. I’m not a broken toy you can just throw out because I'm no longer what you want. I’m your son! You’re supposed to love me and accept me for who I am unconditionally.”

Maddie looked at Danny confused. “Of course we still love you. This is just a hard thing to accept, it’d be one thing if it were something like you and Tucker decided to date, we would support you fully. But you have to understand this from our perspective. We found out that our son who we’ve cared for since he was born, is part ghost.”

Danny shook his head. “I understand just fine. I’m the one who had to come to terms that I pretty much died. That I was the only one actually qualified to fight ghosts without obliterating them. I’m the one who had to figure out ghost powers while still going to school, alone except for Sam and Tucker. I’m the one who had to stitch wounds closed and hide the pain of broken bones, that thankfully only lasted a few days. Injuries I got trying to save people all while the government, my classmate, and my own parents tried to kill or tourture me. But no, you're right, finding out your son happens to be different, that has to be so much harder.” He gave a dry laugh. “I’m going to my room. I can figure dinner out myself. Come get me when you’re done mourning, not all that or that you’re the reason I’m like this in the first place, but a son who is still here.”

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We five shippers of TanZen have to stick together! Thank you for the kind comment about my fanfics. I hope the quality of my stories isn’t dropping.

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When even Tomioka starts sending him weird looks, that’s when Zenitsu starts panicking.

He’s quite proud of himself for not doing it sooner, thank you very much! This craziness has been going on for two weeks (two!) and yet Zenitsu managed to accumulate everything he’s built up from his training as a pillar to his numerous victories on the battlefield to definitely and calmly not freak the hell out.

It started with the girls at the Butterfly Estate sneaking glances at him and giggling behind his back when they think he can’t hear them. Never mind that they usually make a point to stay as far the heck away from him as possible, Zenitsu wasn’t blind enough anymore to believe otherwise, they were still acting strangely.

Then there were their subordinates in the black masks. Zenitsu usually sympathized with them. With their nine to five jobs in addition to overnight shifts acting as everyone else’s pawns, the blond occasionally wonders how he didn’t end up on that side of the job chain. But when he returned to his room after hearing a rustle under his bed from across the yard only to discover one of them snooping around in his belongings- one of those belongings being a painting of Gramps’ peach blossoms, that’s when Zenitsu officially lost all sense of camaraderie for them.

There wasn’t much change in Kanao. She was acting the least suspicious, possibly due to the fact that she was the best at keeping a straight face out of everyone in their friend circle. At least, Zenitsu thought so until she came up to him after a meeting on a rainy afternoon and asked if he wanted to get his hair braided. At that, he runs a finger through a strand absentmindedly. He’s grown it out in the three years since they first met.

“It couldn’t hurt to try.” He told her then, oblivious to Kanao’s slightly increased smile.

“Great!”

They emerged not even an hour later. Zenitsu was not amused at the outcome. A three-strand braid hung loosely on his left side while a completely embarrassing golden butterfly clip was fastened on his right. Everyone stared horribly at him. He knew he looked ugly, okay?! No need to rub it in-! When even Tanjirou ran out of the room without a word, red-faced and sound playing a quickened drumbeat that shook the leaves, Zenitsu vowed to never get his hair done ever again.

Genya was positively awful. Granted, he didn’t have the calmest countenance but whatever little peacefulness he reached inside of him was thrown out the window whenever Zenitsu so much as walked in his peripheral. His face would twist like he was constipated, knuckles white, and just when Zenitsu expected the guy to pounce on him in absolute rage, complete with the blond himself squeaking and cowering in the corner, all the man uttered out was a wheezy “good luck.” Then he bolted out of there. What three words described this more than what the hell?

The worst of them all was Tanjirou.

To put it simply, Tanjirou was avoiding him. There was no sugar-coating it. They’d been together for two years now. Sharing short pecks on the cheek, lips, forehead, even wrists, anywhere they felt like kissing that day in between missions was often times what kept them sane when demons were tough and losses were great. The nights that he spent curled up against him and sharing fears and hopes, drowning in the summer that was Tanjirou’s sound were plenty. When they were unfortunate enough to be sent to different towns, at least one of them always made it a point to bring a trinket or story back for the other. Overall, it was the happiest two years of Zenitsu’s life.

So when all of that was suddenly gone, Zenitsu couldn’t help but wonder where he went wrong.

Evidently, that had to be the case. He’d happily jump back into Tanjirou’s arms if the other didn’t stop offering them, so Zenitsu had to have been the one to mess up somewhere. It made sense, so much horrifying sense! Those looks everyone sent him, why Kanao and Genya had been so kind, why the girls kept gossiping about him behind his back, it had to have been pity! Pity at what, you ask…? Don’t be idiotic! The signals were all there. The targets were set and all Zenitsu could do was sit and wait for the inevitable shooting.

Tanjirou was going to break up with him.

Zenitsu did not cry. He felt like he couldn’t until he heard the words directly from the source- the beautiful and harmonious source containing all the warmth in this world who finally and rightfully decided that he was too good for Zenitsu.

So when Inosuke knocked on his sliding door at the inn they were staying at for the night, something about Tanjirou wanting to speak with him, Zenitsu took a deep breath, keeping the tears at bay. When the boar man led him outside at the dead of night, fireflies littering the garden with light, Zenitsu focused on the silent buzz of life so to not scream. The echoes of Genya and Kanao’s presence somewhere nearby so to watch the disaster that was Zenitsu unfold kept him grounded.

There Tanjirou was. Seated on a bench under the cherry blossoms, he looked and sounded as lovely as ever. Amber eyes turned to him, hair illuminated into a warm brown by the reflection of petals in the pond. With nerves frayed at the edges of a fond smile, he let out an almost inaudible “Zenitsu.”

What was that supposed to mean? “-Tanjirou.”

“N-Nice evening we’re having, right?”

“Yeah…” This was so wrong. Both of them were nervous. Their conversation was awkward, their greetings so formal that Zenitsu suddenly felt like they went back in time and regressed to before they were even friends. The thought stung. Some part of him registered Inosuke retreating back to the building with a strange gait in his walk. Zenitsu plowed on before he knew Tanjirou could pick up on the utter misery in his scent. “Look, let’s just get this over with.”

At that, the other’s face scrunched up in confusion. “What do you mean?”

God, Tanjirou didn’t deserve the guilt and burden it took to utter the words. He was too kind. Despite the context, not once did Zenitsu ever detect a hint of pity or disgust in the rhythm of his soul. He had to take the initiative for him, no matter how much each breath drove a knife somewhere inside of him.

“I know the signs, Tanjirou. I-I really appreciate it, you know?” At that, his voice broke an octave. The off tune made Zenitsu want to hide away in shame. “All this time that we spent together. Even though I clung to you and screamed and yelled so much, you stuck by me anyway.” Zenitsu blinked back tears, god what was he even saying?! Why on EARTH was he dragging it out? It took him a while to realize that he was choking on something invisible that felt like his stomach. “You en-encouraged me so much. You encourage everyone and bring the best out of all of them. Being with you-”

“Zenitsu, wait.” Seeing those golden eyes wet with an emotion that he never wanted to see, Tanjirou scurried off the bench in panic. Leaving behind the box of mochi that Genya taste-tested for him, dropping the embroidered fan that Kanao helped him sew, he made to encircle his arms around the blond only for the other to step back. The motion hurt in a deeply embedded way that had Tanjirou realizing just how much power Zenitsu had over him. “Zenitsu…?”

“Let me finish.” He breathed. If Tanjirou were to hug him now, Zenitsu knew he would break and beg for him not to leave. He had to make this easy for him despite the sobs he knew were raiding his throat. “Being wi-with you was like a dream-! It’s a dream that I never want to wake up from but that I know I have to some day.”

“What are you… saying?” Tanjirou reached for him again but failed when Zenitsu took another step back. It began to frustrate him. It frustrated him that he continued looking at Zenitsu like that. It frustrated him even more when his sound jingled a mix of worry and confusion.

“Tanjirou, for Pete’s sake- PLEASE stop playing dumb! You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” And the cat was out of the bag. He felt it like a bucket of ice cold water when Tanjirou’s song suddenly went quiet; not silent but slowed by horror and guilt. “It-It’s fine!”

It was not fine. “I TOTALLY get it! Why be stuck with the guy who cries and complains all day, right?!”

He was even crying and complaining right now. Damn it! Zenitsu was such a virus on everyone’s skin. He wished he could just stop! “When you’re so brave and strong and willing to help everyone in your path, having me cling to you must be annoying. I GET IT! Tanjirou, you’re not wrong for wanting to cut me off and- and, it’s totally OKAY! We’re OKAY! I’M OKAY! AND-”

Zenitsu’s voice dies when Tanjirou does the last thing he ever expects. Rather than slap him or walk away or even comfort him, the sun breather plows his knee into the ground, practically attacking the grass with the force of his legs. Unsheathing a small black box from his pocket like he would a sword in battle, flames burn in his eyes and he screams at the top of his lungs. “WILL YOU MARRY ME?!”

There’s silence, nothing but the splash of koi fish next to them.

Zenitsu thinks he hears Inosuke give a whoop from somewhere in the building only to be shushed.

Tanjirou snaps out of it first, cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as he realized what he just did in an attempt to clear up the misunderstanding. “W-What- no, wait…! I was supposed to give you the gifts first a-and…! There was this fully paid dinner we had waiting inside- that’s why you were brought t-to this town. I even a-avoided you so you wouldn’t find out about the surprise because I can’t keep a straight face but… oh my god!”

“Tanjirou…” Zenitsu couldn’t think. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t hear. Everything that he dreaded in the past two weeks was magically gone from his head. All he could comprehend was Tanjirou. “Is that true?”

“Is what tr- yes. Everything I just said is true.” The boy before him, still on one knee, is flustered but not enough to mess this up any further. “I truly want to marry you, if you’ll have me…”

Could Zenitsu really be blamed for bursting out crying right then?

He thinks for once in his life, he couldn’t.

So he cries, bawls like a baby before tackling the love of his life into the floor. Inhaling the sound of his summer and life- his Tanjirou- right by his neck, fingers buried in the other’s clothes, Zenitsu feels his entire soul uttered alongside his next word.

“Yes!”

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