#sigh. well. obviously im not gonna stop now just because of this revelation

[keniaku]

stayed at a friend's house for the night. it was big... so big that there was an entire unused floor above the garage to use as a workshop for her and her cosplay team. i guess in hindsight it should be obvious, cosplay is an expensive hobby, requires a lot of money and time and effort for the costume and makeup and props and training, having a lot of money is sure to give you a heads up. she and the team are a bunch of fairly prestigious cosplayers in the city, it makes sense that they would have the resources, not to mention a family that's supportive enough to let them turn a part of the house into a cosplay workshop. logically i know all of that helps them with improving vastly and consistently with this hobby, but it still makes me wonder if im just using my limitations as an excuse on why i couldn't do it like them

#txt #sigh. well. obviously im not gonna stop now just because of this revelation #but part of me assumed this cosplay team (that i intend to be an official member of) was like‚ a ragtag team #for lack of better term #i thought the workshop was a rented space where the members split up the monthly rent #good for them that they don't have to #i just have to accept i won't make progress as fast or steep as they do #such is life. moving on

[lilysdaydreams]

Praise Bingus (No fucking way)

→  I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don't think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Angst and fluff. (FLUFF IS COMING I SWEAR)

→ Words: 3.9k

→ In a world where everyone is born with a mark on their wrist, two souls come together over the power of bingus.

→ (this isnt crack lol)

→ Warnings: Lots of swearing, um self-depreciation? rejection (kinda) and negative thoughts overall. Sorry im new to warnings.

→ Authors Note: this is the first time im doing like angst so please tell me if I did well? Um also, I’ve already started on the part 2 so keep your eyes out for that. If you wanna be tagged for part two please comment and lemme know. Also check out my other fics if you want!

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Soulmates were a phenomenon. They'd been there for ages, drawn into the Egyptian tomb paintings, seen in the cave paintings from millions of years ago, talked about in stories passed down from generation to generation. They could be matching drawings, first words, names; all black before the soulmates met and turning gold the moment they talked to each other. There wasn't a scientist in the world who could explain the phenomenon.

You'd received your mark at birth just like everyone else, a sentence running around your wrist,

"No fucking way."

Your parents weren't that happy when you asked at the age of 4 what "fucking" meant but it wasn't that bad. You were happy that you had something unique, something other than the "Hi," or "Excuse me," that was on every other arm.

When you were 13, a little girl on the train pointed to your wrist and asked her mom what it meant. Ever since then, you'd taken to wearing bracelets over it. This had turned out to be a good idea because a few years later you started making Youtube videos. At the age of 16, you started a Youtube channel where you focused on a variety of things; makeup, fashion, games, art, skits and a whole lot more.

At the age of 20, you had a steady following of a little more than a million subscribers, and you had moved to LA to be closer to all your Youtube friends. You hadn't just grown on Youtube, you'd also started a lot of side projects. You were known for the art that you did on the side, along with the makeup palette you'd come out with a year ago. Soon you were planning to release a merch collection, one that you had been working on for a whole year now.

You hadn't met your soulmate at this point but honestly, you didn't really mind. Balancing Youtube and study (along with all your other side projects) was hard. There was no need to add the struggle of love into it... Or that's what you told yourself anyways.

There were days though, days where you wished you had someone to hug, someone to cuddle in bed with, someone to go on long walks with. You didn't let yourself wallow on it that long though. Crying about it was gonna do absolutely nothing.

It started on a rainy day. The story of you and him. You were editing your soon to be uploaded video, an e-girl outfits lookbook, which had been requested by your followers. Your personal style was all over the place and your previous soft girl and cottage care look books had done well, so you decided to continue the series.

You eyes blurred as you looked at the same point of the video, and you sighed, removing your glasses and rubbing your eyes. Your editor was sick and had let you know that they wouldn't be able to edit it by the deadline so here you were, editing it yourself. You stretched in your chair letting out a yawn. You were contemplating on whether to make coffee or not when your phone pinged.

"Nooooo" you whined when you noticed it was on the coffee table that was just a little out of your reach. Stretching your foot out, you tried to grab it between your toes and then sighed when the phone fell.

"I have zero luck, I swear" you muttered to yourself, bending to pick up the phone.

The text was from Rae, asking you to join a game of Among Us. You and Rae had been friends for a bit now, which all started when she came across your art and decided to order something from you. You had chatted and clicked immediately, immediately becoming fast friends. Ever since the lockdown started, she often asked you to join in on Among us games and your friendship had really grown over these past few months.

You sent a quick "sure!" and then went to your table, waiting for the PC to turn on. Quickly tweeting out that you were streaming, you opened up Youtube and turned on the stream, saying a quick hello and letting them know what you'd be doing.

"Rae just invited me guys, I don't really know who's there," you mumbled, replying to a comment asking you who you were playing with.

You squinted your eyes, joining the voice chat and then opening your phone camera to quickly check that you didn't look horrible. Sure you didn't really care about how you looked but it was always good to check that you didn't have anything stuck between your teeth before you turned on the camera.

There was already a conversation going on, between who you thought was Corpse and Sykkuno, judging by their voices.

"Yeah I could totally do that. Get a cat and name it Bingus. I wonder if th-"

You gasped when you heard what they were talking about and unmuted yourself immediately yelling "PRAISE LORD BINGUS" and effectively shocking everyone in the chat.

A moment of silence and then Rae yelled: "OH MY FUCKING GOD Y/N, YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME."

You giggled as everyone groaned and whined, saying hi as they realised who it was. You had played with Sykkuno and the others a few times before but you'd never met Corpse before. You'd heard his voice though, as he was trending on twitter constantly over the past few weeks. Once they all quietened down, you realised Corpse hadn't said anything. Since you knew everyone else in the lobby, you introduced yourself, wondering if you'd scared him a bit too hard.

"Hey Corpse, I'm Y/N from Y/C/N, its so nice to finally meet you," you said gritting your teeth at you awkward introduction. For a second there was no response and then three words were said that made your jaw drop to the floor.

"No fucking way"

He had whispered it, obviously still in shock, and your eyes widened in surprise as a tingle spread all over your body. So this was what everyone meant by "you'll just know," when you asked them about how you would recognize your soulmate.

"Holy shit" you thought frozen in your seat.

Never had you been more glad that you hadn't turned the camera on yet.

"Uhhhh-" you started, but stopped now knowing what to say.

What the fuck were you supposed to do now.

"Wha- Whats wrong?" Rae asked after a moment passed.

Corpse cleared his throat and started "Its um, shes my -" and you cut him off, heart beating in your chest.

"Nothing. Its nothing." you said talking over him. "Who else are we waiting for Rae?" you asked joining the lobby quickly and choosing red as your colour.

"Uh one more person," she said slowly, still a bit confused.

"Oh awesome!" you said fake enthusiasm prevalent in your voice. "So Sykkuno," you started, wanting to keep the conversation going. "How's Bimbus doing?"

Sykkuno launched into a story of Bimbus and you blew out a sigh of relief, mind still numb over the revelation.

Corpse was your soulmate.

The guy who had literally went viral the past few weeks was your soulmate.

You'd finally found him.

You heard Rae cut Sykkuno off, telling everyone she was starting the game and muttered a "Thank god" when the words "CREWMATE" appeared on your screen. You would not have been able to play imposter at the moment, your mind pretty much stuck on the fact that Corpse was your fucking soulmate.

Heading down to admin, you realised you hadn't said anything yet to the stream so you quickly turned on your cam, saying a quick sorry to the viewers.

"Sorry guys, I forgot to put the camera on," you smiled focusing on card swipe.

"I hope everyone's been okay, I know this was quite sudden, but Rae invited me and I was like why not you know," you said rambling as you moved to comms and did the task there.

Lights were called and you moved to electrical, arriving there just as Leslie fixed them. You moved into the back of electrical doing the three tasks you had there when Sykkuno suddenly came in and went straight to standing on top of the vent.

You giggled already knowing his trick.

"Okay guys," you mumbled watching Sykkuno wiggle on the vent. "do we trust Sykkuno or not?"

"You know what," you said making a split second decision. "Its the first game, we might as well."

Joining him on the vent, you stilled for a second and then breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't automatically kill you.

"See, what did I tell you guys huh?" you question smiling straight at the camera. "I knew Sykkuno could be trusted."

You decided to follow Sykkuno going into reactor with him and starting 'Simon says' and just as you were on the last part, a body was found making you let a whine out.

"Guysss," you whined to the camera as Rae started talking about how she had found Daves body in admin.

"Um, I havent been in admin since the start of the game," you said, "also I can clear Sykkuno, for the last part of the round, he's been with me since lights went out."

Sykkuno confirmed it, "Yup that's right, also I can hard clear Y/N cuz guess what? She stood on the vent with me and none of us died."

Everyone chuckled as he said "Thats good enough for me."

"Uh, I was in navigation mostly." said Lily.

"Poki, can I just ask what you were doing?" said Sean, an undercurrent of mirth present.

"Me?" asked Poki speaking for the first time. "What was I doing?"

"You weren't doing any tasks, you were literally just walking from one side of medbay to the other when I peeked in."

Poki started laughing, trying to get her words out at the same time.

"Okay so-" a giggle. "okay okay- I was just, I was trying to um do the beep test," she said finally breaking down and making everyone else laugh as well.

"What the fuck?" you said, laughing at the image in your mind.

"My chat told me to do it last game so I decided to do it now, I was literally just playing around," she said finally, adding "I swear I'm not imposter" at the end.

"Hmmm," you hummed, bringing a hand up to stroke your chin. "Are you sure it was last game Poki... hm...."

Giggling at Poki indignant "YES it was last game", you quickly skipped voting like everyone else as the timer went into the last ten seconds.

Humming a tune under your breath, you went back to reactor, taking a minute to carefully do Simon says and then moved to the other task counting out one two three as you pressed on the numbers. Humming, you moved out of reactor, only to come face to face with Corpse. You paused for a second, and then moved ahead, refusing to show anything on camera. For some reason he followed you as you went to storage, looking at you while you did the trash.

"Why is he just staring?" you mumbled, biting your lip. God, you really didn't wanna think of him right now. You started walking to shields, him still walking with you when lights were called and not a second later a body was reported.

Suddenly there was screaming your ears as Toast and Rae both started accusing each other.

"Wait- Wait WAIT" yelled Poki trying to get them to stop. "What happened?"

"I'll explain" declared Rae, not letting toast get a word in. "We were in navigation okay, me, Toast and Leslie. Lights went out, and suddenly a report buttons there. It's either Toast or someone came in just as lights went out and killed but that doesn't seem likely because I didn't see anyone anywhere near us at all. Anyways I'm fucking telling the truth guys, its Toast, he's the one who did it."

"Toast, do you have anything to say for yourself?" asked Corpse, his voice making your insides shiver.

"Holy shit, this is my soulmate", you thought for the fiftieth time.

"Uh yeah," replied toast. "I didn't do it."

Everyone laughed as he continued.

"Like seriously, I wouldn't do anything like this because it'd be a stupid move from my own part, and I think Raes smart enough to not do this as well. I think someone else came in just as lights went down and killed immediately, which to be honest, was pretty smart of them."

"Okay so I can clear Corpse," you cut in noticing the timer was close. "he was with me in weapons when it happened, he wouldn't have had time to go all the way up, or even vent there because we were literally walking in."

"Yup that's right," confirmed corpse.

"I'm in cafeteria" said Poki.

"Yeah, I saw her on my way to weapons," said Sykkuno, "and I'm in weapons right now,"

"I'm in lower engine" said Sean, and Lily said she was in reactor.

"I think it's Toast," you mumbled and then rose your voice to talk over everyone. "Look okay fine, maybe he said it was a stupid move and he wouldn't do it but maybe he did it for that exact reason. He thought he could get away with it because no one would expect him to do something like that."

As the timer started going down by 10, you voted for Toast and it turned out 3 had skipped the vote while five had voted for him.

damn.

"Guys you actually voted for him?" you said in a high voice, re-enacting one of Sykkunos most said lines.

You heard a "oh for gods sake" from Rae before everyone went silent and you giggled as you moved back down to weapons to do your tasks.

You finished all your tasks and decided to go to security to check where everyone is. Humming as you moved through the electrical hallway, you narrowed your eyes as Corpse came out of electrical and went towards storage. Quickly ducking in you didn't see a body so you headed back out, going into cams and gasping as you saw the body. Reporting immediately you were shocked to see the four kills that had happened. Now only you, Corpse, Sean and Rae were left.

"Oh my god," you mumbled confused. Either there were still two imposters, and Toast wasn't the imposter or the imposter literally killed and did nothing else. Now either that could mean that its definitely Rae if Toast wasn't the imposter, or that it was Corpse as the only imposter left. That was a bit weird though becuase he could have totally killed you at the start of the game. You didn't suspect Sean at all.

"What the fuck?" mumbled Corpse, and Rae made her animal noises expressing her shock.

"Okay," you said taking charge and relaying the kill and your theory to everyone. "So either it was Toast and there's only one other imposter, who is Corpse. Or Toast wasn't an imposter and there's two of them left. I-" you took a deep breath in at the end, very confused. " I don't know anymore,"

"I think its Corpse as well,"

Corpse who hadn't said anything up till this moment suddenly started stammering out "hey-hey uh let-lets not gang up on me okay. It's not-"

"No, wait, its because Y/N said you came out of electrical right, and I saw you in upper engine literally a bit ago and you went down. I went towards cafeteria so I don't know exactly where you went but its totally possible that you killed."

You voted form him after that, convinced it was Corpse, and the other followed quickly.

"Guys what the fuck, at least give me a chance to explain my self" he whined when his body was thrown off the ship seconds later. You cheered when the "VICTORY" sign was displayed across the screen, bringing up your chat and laughing at Toast as he pretended to be angry at me.

"That was a great round, good work Y/N"

"Thankyou" you mumbled staring at your chat. You were confused when you saw the absolute influx of messages on there, and you were barely able to read them because they were going so fast. You scrolled up, and read through the few of the messages;

"You've made corpse sad."

"Corpse has literally been so quite since you came in, can you leave."

"Omg stop with the hate messages, its not her fault if corpse isn't talking to you"

"are you his ex or something? What was that reaction at the start?"

"what did you do? Corpse literally hasn't said a word since you came in."

"Um..."

Corpse POV

Corpses heart stopped for a minute, his breath catching. The words on his wrist glowed gold, and he stared at the little red character standing there.

This person was the reason that he had "PRAISE BINGUS" stretched across his wrist.

They were the only reason that he had searched "Bingus" on google for all of his life. The only reason Corpse knew about the meme before anyone else was because he was constantly monitoring the word online. Ever since March, he had been waiting with bated breath, anxious that he could meet his soulmate at any moment. and here you were.

For some reason, he had never expected that he would meet you in among us, or while he was on stream. He always thought it'd be someone outside. It was a bit stupid in hindsight as all he did nowadays was play among us.

He heard you introduce yourself to him but the only thing that came out of his mouth was “No fucking way”.

Immediately after he wanted to slap himself.

“Idiot” he thought to himself. “At least try to make a good impression.”

When Rae asked what was wrong, heat sprung to his cheeks as he started revealing that they were soulmates, but Y/N cut him off, saying that it was nothing.

Corpse’s heart sank a little then.

'Maybe she’s just a private person,' he reasoned with himself.

'I shouldn’t have tried to say it on stream either. God, I’m a fucking idiot, if I said it, literally everyone would know and not only would I have hated the attention, she probabaly would have as well.'

Convincing himself that she was right, he reassured himself that it wasn’t because of him. She wasn’t revealing it because she probably didn't want all the attention.

For some reason though, his heart sank even more when Y/N didnt talk to him, instead talking to sykkuno about his dog. Like sure he could understand not wanting to reveal they were soulmates but shouldn’t she at least wanna talk to him? At this point he wouldn’t even mind if she talked about his voice like everyone else.

He groaned when the word "Imposter" came across his screen, his and Toasts character standing together. He was not in the right mindset right now to be able to be a good imposter. Breathing in deeply he continued in the game, with the first round passing by quick. The second round, he saw Y/N and stood with her for a bit wondering if he should kill her. Her red character moved to weapons and he sighed moving the mouse over the kill button. Just as he was thinking of clicking a body was found. Corpse swore as Toast flew off the ship. Deciding he needed to speed it up he killed four people in the round, hissing when the meeting was called. The moment Y/N accused him, he knew it was over. He didn't even bother defending himself much, just hoping the game would end soon.

When they were in the lobby, he quickly told everyone that he was going to leave because his internet was acting up. Turning off the stream after saying a quick thank you to everyone, he leaned back in his seat breathing through his nose.

What the fuck was his life.

Even his soulmate didnt want him. Honestly, he should have expected this. Abandoned at 12 with no one around him, why did his expect his soulmate to even give a fuck about him. Tears pricked his eyes and he blinked trying to get rid of them. He breathed in deeply, grabbing the water on the table and taking a big gulp. He had never hated himself more than he did right now. Why couldnt he have an easier life.

“Why cant I just fucking be NORMAL” he yelled throwing the empty bottle of water at the wall.

Throwing himself into bed, he scrunched up his eyes, hoping that sleep would come today, not noticing as his phone lit up with a single message.

Your POV

You stayed for another game and then ducked out apologizing and making an excuse up.

"Sorry it was such a short stream, everyone," you said pouting at the camera. "It was fun though so hopefully I get to do it again." Waving goodbye, you turned off the camera and leaned your head back staring at the ceiling.

What the actual fuck.

Grabbing your phone, you stared at it for a bit. Everything that you had pushed to the back of your mind in the game, was suddenly in the forefront.

The only thing you knew about Corpse was that he had a really deep voice, he narrated horror movies, and he maybe did music?

'Rae mentioned that once right?' you thought to yourself.

You unlocked the phone and then locked it again, too scared to actually do anything.

Unlocked.

Locked.

Unlocked.

Locked.

"Oh get a grip," you muttered to yourself, opening the phone and sending a text to Rae.

‘Hey Rae, do you have corpses number? Do you mind sending it to me, I need to tell him something.’

A reply came in a minute,

‘umm, why. he's pretty private so idk i don't rlly wanna give his number if he doesn't want someone to have it’

You sighed, and decided you might as well tell her. You knew Rae wouldn't betray your trust.

‘He's my soulmate’

Immediately a ‘AHDJHAKJKAGDAK’ came as a reply and you giggled at the string of emojis after it.

‘Don't tell anyone,’ you sent quickly, trying to calm her down.

‘Okay okay, its XXX - XXX - XXXX, ASHAGDH IM DYING OMG. GO TALK TO HIM.’

Biting your lip you added Corpse into your contacts hesitating before putting a small black heart next to his name.

"Already simping," you mumbled under your breath, hands hovering over the keyboard as you struggled to think of what to write.

You finally decided on 'Hey, its Y/N, can I call?' thinking that something short would be the best way to go. Hand hovering over the send button, you sucked in a breath and pressed it, waiting with bated breath.

A minute passed.

And then five.

And then, without you even you realising, it'd been half an hour of you just looking at your phone.

An hour later, you were slumped on your desk, eyes closed and snoring lightly, the phone still open, the message you sent lighting up the screen.

tbc.

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[chxrrysangel]

I Need a Favor

Part One | Masterlist | Part Three

Summary || A talk with Wanda and Vision at the ice cream parlor gives you a grand idea. Now only to convince your partner to go along with it.

pairing || fakeboyfriend!bucky x black!ofc

word count || 1,730 words

Notes || Diana uses she/they pronouns

Warnings || brief mention of disordered eating, language

"I ruined everything Wanda. She's never gonna talk to me again, " I say while salty tear drops from my cheek into the soft serve below me.

I don't think I've cried this much since Nat and I got into the same university. At least that was a happy memory. Wanda wraps her arms around my body, trying her best to console me.

"Vision! Another cup of Cotton Candy over here!"

Vision, Wanda's boyfriend, pops up from behind the counter, blond hair sticking up in all directions. That's what happens when he's in distress, that man never stops touching his hair.

"But Wanda--". He attempts to argue with her. But when he sees the glare her features are sporting, the words quickly die in his throat.

"Alright."

Not a minute later, Vision wanders over to our table carrying a medium sized bowl on Cotton Candy ice cream, my favorite. The shop is closed now, the last customers leaving about 10 minutes ago. I probably shouldn't be eating my feelings considering I haven't always had the best relationship with food, but I'll cry about that later. Right now, I just need to wallow in the guilt of the mess I've made.

"So, what's the problem exactly Diana? Why are you so distraught right now?" I sigh and will the tears to subside enough for me to give the breakdown. Seeing me struggle to keep my composure, Wanda steps in and I thank the universe for her.

"They kissed Steve at a party a few weeks ago and now he thinks she has a crush on him. Whether she does or doesn't isn't important because he cornered her in the library earlier and now she has to figure out what to do ASAP. They don't want Nat to find out about Steve's "revelation". "

"Shit, Di. So there's nothing you can do? You have no dirt on 'im? Threaten him to keep the secret? Maybe call in a favor or something?"

Favor. Call in a favor.

"Oh my god, Vision you're a genius! I could literally kiss you right now! I mean, obviously I wouldn't. But, you get what I mean." I scramble to gather my things and throw a ten dollar bill on the tabletop.

"I'll see you guys later! I have to go do something!" I don't wait for their response before I'm hurdling out the door and running towards Jones Apartments.

~~~

I kind of forgot the distance between Jones Apartments and Wanda's Creamery. That is why by the time I reach them, I feel like someone could peel me off the sidewalk. I don't think I've ever been this out of breath in my entire life. Jesus Christ, how is Nat on the track team? I remind myself to ask her about her running routine while I sit on the curb, trying my best not to burst a lung.

"Diana?" My head perks up at the sound of my name, surprised to see the exact person I was looking for.

"James!"

"Diana, I told you not to call me that." I get up from the curb so we're more or less eye level. I don't exactly like being talked down to.

"Anyways James, I need to talk to you."

"No." James sidesteps around me, heading towards the swivel door entrance."

"And why not?" I chase after him, hoping that by following him, he'll get annoyed and let me speak so I can go home. It is a Friday after all, I'm sure he has something to do. Probably partying at the frat house. Let's be real here.

"Because, I don't want to." He doesn't wait for my response before he's walking down the corridor to the elevator. I don't know why he thinks he'll be able to escape me, it's not like I don't know his apartment number or anything.

"James--", he looks at me with an irritated expression,"Okay, okay. Bucky. I have a proposition for you.”

"And what about that exactly?"

"That's for a space with privacy. You never know who's listening." He sighs and rolls his eyes before motioning for me to follow. Gotcha. Hook, line, and sinker.

~~~~

"Absolutely fucking not."

"What do you mean?! I've barely said a thing!"

"It's Steve Rogers, that's enough for me to say no."

"C'mon Buck! Please! I will literally get on my hands and knees, and beg for you to say yes." He smirks at my words and I proceed to punch him in the arm.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You know exactly what that was for. Anyways, I really, really need your help."

"I already said no. Now get out." I'm starting to get annoyed with him. He's so stubborn.

"James, will you cool it with the bad boy, angry man act! I know you, you fucking moron. You can't fool me with that one. " He stares at me from his seat on the kitchen counter.

"It's not an act."

"Right, because it's not like just 6 months ago you were laying in bed with me at my apartment crying to A Walk to Remember. You're a total baby."

His jaw ticks at my reminder. Ha, gotcha. During the spring of Sophomore year, I tutored James for a semester because he was in trouble of losing his spot on the baseball team. And as they're most valuable and skilled player, coach couldn't let that happen. He'd also lose his scholarship. At first he hated me, but over time we developed a pretty decent friendship. He's actually a really cool guy, and a total softie at that.

"Shut up."

"Ah, so you do remember us being friends at one point. Well, at least before you stopped returning my calls and unfollowed me on Instagram and Twitter."

"Sorry 'bout that." He smiles sheepishly, seemingly apologetic.

"You should be. Anyways, weren't you and Steve friends freshman year? I'd only know him for like a year and a half, but I distinctly remember that you two used to hang out."

"Yeah, we did. But that's in the past." He hops off the counter, opening the fridge to grab a beer. I watch him as he pops the top with his metal arm, the depth of its capabilities continuing to amaze me.

"Why, what happened? Did you guys fall out over a girl or something?," I ask with a laugh. He stays silent.

"Oh my god. You guys did break up over a girl. So, who's the lucky lady?" Again, he doesn't respond.

"Do I know her?" Ok, now I'm intrigued. Maybe a little bit nosy as well, but more intrigued. Inquisitive, if you will.

Again, my words are met with silence.

"Oo, so I do know her. Is it Nat?" He pause for just a millisecond, the same way I did at the party.

"Di, will you just drop it?"

"Oh my god!--" I jump out of my chair, squealing with excitement. "--So, it is Nat!" Wait, shit. It's Nat. Oh, this is bad.

"You think?" Did I say that out loud?

"Yes, you did. Now will you get out of my apartment please?"

"Nope, we have much to discuss"

~~~

"So, what exactly do I get out of this besides a headache?"

"Ouch, James. I'm not that bad. So basically, I keep your secret that you ever liked Nat. You get to rub it in Steve's that your crush is a thing of the past. I get him off my back, and finally I figure out how to get you a date with Daisy when we fake break up."

"Ok, I can deal with this. We're gonna need a contract though."

"Oo, look at you using your brain. I guess my tutoring paid off." He pushes me, nearly sending me off the chair to my death.

"Hey, watch it cyborg! What good is a fake girlfriend if you kill them?" Bucky simply rolls his eyes, before pulling out a pen and paper from a side drawer.

"Okay, rule number one : don't tell a single soul. Not one. Got it?"

"Yes, dad," I respond whilst rolling my eyes. He stares at me for a second longer than necessary and I look at him questioningly.

"What?"

"Nothing. Rule two?"

"Um...we have to act decently couple-y. So that means kissing, you walk me to my classes, I go to your games, stuff like that."

"Okay, good point. Rule three, you have to indulge in some of the things I like. Especially my motorcycle."

"Uh uh. No fucking way am I willingly getting on that death trap."

He laughs at me. He fucking laughs at me. "y/n, it's not that bad I promise. I won't let you die."

"You don't know that."

"I promise, I won't let you die. " He smiles wide at me, enough for his dimples to poke out. He knows how much I love dimples. Well played, Barnes. Well played.

"Okay, put it as a conditional clause. While we're on that note, you have to indulge in my interests too. You have to let me braid your hair once in a while." His face drops in horror.

"Uh uh. Don't even try it Barnes. If I'm willing to put my life in your hands, I'm sure you'll survive some french braids and cornrows." He looks at me for a second before sighing in defeat, realizing I'm not gonna budge any time soon.

"Okay fine, anything else?"

"When are we gonna break up? Or, like what's our condition if it keeps going? We've gotta be believable here." The two of us sit in silence for a few moments, thinking of a time that would suit the earth-shattering demise of our passionate love story.

"Got it! You know that holiday banquet/fundraiser thing the dean throws just after New Years'? You know the one where everyone dresses up like it's the goddamn Met Gala? Well, that banquet has the most hookups of any public event this school has all year. You'd be an absolute moron to let your partner go without you. If we're still doing this by then, you have to go with me."

The banquet is four months from now, so there's absolutely no way in hell we'll still be doing this by that time. With that thought in mind, we shake hands and sign our names at the bottom.

"You've got yourself a deal Barnes."

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[cityofimagines]

My Angel – JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: your relationship with JJ is still relatively new, but that doesn’t stop you from showing just how much your care about him after his has an episode with his dad.

A/N: this popped into my brain randomly because im in love with fluffy jj, and jj in general. i literally just wanna give him the biggest hug in the world 🥺 this is also my first real obx imagine so lmk what you guys think!! 

warnings: mentions of abuse

word count: 1841

It was currently a perfect day in the Outer Banks. 86 degrees, not a cloud in the sky, on your way to meet your friends on the dock. You finally found a time when everyone was off work simultaneously for the first time this week. John B’s boat was practically rotting from not being used in five days.

You fast walked down the hill to get to the meeting spot. As you got closer, you noticed most of the pogues plus Sarah Cameron, the newest addition to the group thanks to John B, all chatting.

“Hey guys!” You exclaimed as you neared them at the end of the dock.

“Hey (y/n)!” Kie smiled and ran up to give you a short hug.

“What’s up (y/n)?” John B asked, giving you a nod.

You shook your head. “Not much. Just excited to finally see you guys!” Which earned smiles from the rest of the group. Everyone was clad in swimsuits, t shirts, and flip flops, signaling that they were more than ready to get this day going. But before you could, you noticed something major was off. “Where’s JJ?” You asked looking around for your boyfriend.

“We were gonna ask you the same question.” Pope said.

“That’s so weird. We texted earlier and he was obviously down to come...I assumed he’d be the first one here.” You continued.

“Who knows maybe he’s just running a little late. It wouldn’t be the first time anyway.” Kie smiled and put a hand to your arm. “We can wait a few more minutes.”

You had been friends with all of the pogues for about two years now, pretty much since the week you moved here. However, you and JJ had only been dating for less than a month, so this relationship was still fairly new. You couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he was having doubts about you or your relationship. After that thought passed you wondered if something bad happened to him. JJ is known for having not the cleanest record, much to your dismay, so you couldn’t help but think he was in trouble. As more time passed, the more negative overthinking you did.

You checked your phone for any sign of him, but the only notifications present were from Apple telling you to update your software for the millionth time. The rest of the group had descended into a random conversation, but finally after 10 minutes of waiting for him you decided to speak up.

“Hey guys? I think I might go look for him…” You trailed off, looking in the other direction towards the rest of the island.

“It is pretty weird...JJ isn’t one to miss out on days like these.” John B added. “You want us to come with you?”

You smiled at his offer, but declined. “No it’s fine honestly. You guys go have fun. Don’t let me ruin your day.”

“You could never.” Kie said. “You’re sure?”

You nodded. “I promise it’s okay. I’m just scared something happened. I’m gonna go look for him and maybe we’ll meet up with you guys later if we can.”

Since your relationship with JJ was still so new, you were still learning how to manage spending time with him alone and spending time with the rest of your friends. You felt bad for leaving them because you hadn’t hung out all week, but something was pulling you towards JJ in that moment.

“Sounds good.” Kie finished. “Good luck and hopefully we’ll see you later!”

“Thanks guys.” You smiled one last time before turning to walk back towards where you came from. Your car was parked in a lot close by, so it didn’t take long for you to get in there and gather your thoughts. Where could JJ be? He couldn’t be at work, because he’s been working with Pope and his dad lately, so obviously if Pope was at the dock JJ would be too. The only other place he could be would be...his house?

The second that thought dawned on you, your face sank. His house.

JJ opened up about his home life to you pretty quickly into your relationship. You had known each other for so long before that he felt like he could trust you explicitly. He told you all about how his mom left when he was young, and how his dad is a disgusting physically and emotionally abusive alcoholic. This revelation led to a few tears and more than a few sleepovers at your house.

You backed out of the lot and sped down the streets as fast as you possibly could without it being able to technically count as speeding. Your heart was now pounding at the thought that something bad must have happened today involving his dad.

After a too fast car ride you came up on his street. You parked across the street in front of his house, not even daring to go near the driveway because who knows what his dad would do. You weren’t even completely sure his dad knew you existed.

You felt crazy walking around to the back door dressed in a bikini with nothing but an oversized t-shirt covering you, a messy bun sitting on top of your head, sunglasses behind your ears, and cheap flip flops.

Once you got up to the door, your hand hovered in front of it in a knocking position. Suddenly you were terrified. What if JJ wasn’t even here? What if you were just being a stupid worried clingy girlfriend? What if his dad answered? What would you even do in that situation?

A crazy thought came over you and you decided to forego knocking and reach out for the doorknob instead. You turned it quietly and the door clicked open. You closed it behind you and took a look inside at the house you had only seen a couple times before. Beer bottles lined every open surface. Clothes and dishes were strewn everywhere, medicine bottles sat on the kitchen counters. You bit your lip to keep from tearing up at the sight. The fact that this was the only place the boy who had your heart had to call home broke you.

You walked into the living room and jumped a mile when you saw an adult figure on the couch. Luke Maybank, luckily asleep. Still no sign of JJ.

You walked deeper in the house, down the hall to where you knew JJ’s room was. The door was cracked slightly, and you held your ear up to it. Your heart broke even more when the sound of crying filled your ears. You opened the door and it creaked, causing your boyfriend’s head to snap up in your direction.

“JJ…” You began.

“(Y/N)? What the hell are you doing here-” He said, cutting you off.

No words came out of your mouth for a minute as you took in the sight. He was hunched over sitting on his bed, clutching his side. His shaggy blonde hair looked more oily than normal most likely due to his hands running through it excessively. He had a black eye and a split lip, with random patches of dried blood around his mouth. You had heard about his dad’s horrible parenting, but nothing could have prepared you from seeing its effects in real life for the first time.

Finally you came to your senses. “I was looking for you.” You started. “We were all waiting for you on the dock and when you didn’t show up I just had a feeling something was wrong…God JJ why the fuck didn’t you call me? I would’ve come as soon as I cou-”

“Shh baby. It’s okay. I’m okay.” He said. “C’mere.”

You couldn’t help the tears that welled up in your eyes as you took all of three steps towards him. He wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you in. Your head rested on his.

“It’s not okay!” You cried out, his hair muffling your voice. He shushed you and started rubbing your back.

“I’m fine sweetheart. You shouldn’t even be here anyways-”

“Will you shut up?” You said, the question coming out harsher than you meant. You quickly pulled away and looked down at him. “Shit- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...I’m just fucking frustrated that you have to go through this. I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

JJ reached up to wipe the tear that had fallen onto your cheek. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. I promise I’m fine. Go back out with everyone. I’ll catch up later.” He said.

“No.” You shook your head. “We’re going to my house. I’m fixing you up.”

“(y/n)...”

“Either you come with me or I’ll help you here.” You gave him an ultimatum.

He sighed and his head fell forwards on your stomach. He was still sitting on his bed and you stood in between his legs. You grabbed his hand in yours. “Please baby. Let me take care of you.”

“Okay. Your house it is.” You helped him up and walked him out to your car. You even helped him into the passenger seat, much to his dismay. Seeing him like this had you seething inside, you couldn’t help but want to love on him with everything you had.

A short drive to your house later, you walked inside and told him to sit down on the couch. Your parents were both at work and you assumed your older sister was with her own friends. You ran to the bathroom to get bandaids, rubbing alcohol, and an ice pack for his eye.

You sat down with everything and began tending to his cuts. You felt like crying again, but reminded yourself to be strong for him.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked after a few moments of silence.

He shook his head. “There’s nothing to talk about. He’s just an asshole.”

“I wish I could do something more to stop it.”

“You do enough. I don’t deserve you.” He said quietly.

“Stop it. If anything I don’t deserve you.” You replied. You took the ice pack off his face for a minute to look into his eyes fully. “You’re the best part of my life JJ Maybank. When you’re hurting so am I.”

He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “My angel.”

You wrapped your arms around his torso delicately so as to not hurt him. You weren’t sure if words could adequately describe what you were feeling regarding JJ, so you just sat in his embrace. He wrapped his arms around you after a few moments. 

“I’m so sorry you have to deal with all of this. I hate making you upset.”

“Not your fault.” You whispered into his shirt. “I would do anything for you. You know that.” 

He pushed your head up to his and planted a passionate kiss to your lips. He pulled away and rested his forehead to yours. You ran a gentle hand up and down his side, feeling him get chills as you traced the muscles that hid underneath his soft skin.

“You wanna sleep?” You asked.

“Honestly...yeah.” He said quietly.

You patted his legs twice signaling for him to stand up. You switched positions so you were sitting behind him.

Once he got comfortable in your lap, you started running your hands through his hair and on his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed.

“I got you sunshine. You’re safe with me.”

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj imagine #jj maybank imagine #jj x reader #outer banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks headcanon #jj headcanon #jj maybank headcanon #dating jj maybank #john b #rudy pankow #rudy pankow imagine #jj fluff #jj x reader fluff #jj maybank fluff

[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

“Soon to be”

Requested by @samcro210 :

Can u write me an Ez Reyes imagine where it's our wedding, but I'm related to Jax so he walks me down the aisle

Here you go love, i know it took a long time, im sorry :c

Word count: 951

Pairing: Brother Jax Teller x Reader

               Ez Reyes x Reader

Obviously it’s not accurate to the shows, sorry about that :D

The mirror in front of me shows a different person I used to. She's elegant, glowing and has a sparkle in her eyes I never met before. The plain silk dress hugs her curves like it was meant to be, her hair swings a little from the summer breeze.

This is how it's gonna be? Because I like this view. I can’t believe this day has come, and it’s nothing I imagined. Far more than that. My day went by seeing EZ in the morning, but it was cut short by Angel and my best friend. We texted a few times, but damn that’s not enough.

My head is spinning in excitement. Maybe this is the first 5 minutes I spent alone today, and I don’t know if I am grateful for the quiet, or really anxious. But I’m sure someone will burst through the door in any second now.  Five minutes is too long for letting the bride have a private time. On cue, a head pops in after a strong knock on the door.

“Jesus. You look nothing like my sister. What happened to her? Where did you hide the body?”

Jax smirks from the door, enjoying the view as much as you did a minute ago.

“I have my connections.” I say, turning around to face him. His smirk disappears, a proud look washing through his eyes. “Ohh, don’t you dare start with that look!”

“Why?” He takes a few steps, until he reaches my side.

“Because I’m gonna cry, and I can’t ruin my makeup. I’m sure you don’t want to explain to Mom why my face looks like a raccoon's”

“Oh no, I really don’t want that. Or anything else that could make her batshit crazy.”

We laugh, knowing that it’s not that hard to reach that peak with her. Yet again, as I smile to his reflection, he takes a serious look.

“What? Spit it out.”

“Am I doing the right thing? Letting you marry a Mayan? A Mayan Prospect?”

“Well, it is a really good thing then, that you don’t have any word in it, big brother.”

“You think?” You nod into the mirror, his playful smile appearing again.

The door flings open, revealing Gemma and Chucky behind her, pleading with his eyes to save him from the wedding monster. Mom wasn’t happy about this big wedding stuff, she was the true believer of the small and plain, on the run kinda weddings. But as soon as she got into the details, she was unstoppable. She wanted to do everything, at some point, I had to stop her, reminding her that it’s not her big day.

It’s ours. Ezekiel’s and mine.

“Are you ready sweetheart? Everybody is on their spot, the groom is waiting for you.” Butterflies erupts in my belly. Finally I can see him.

I spin around, facing Mom, and Chucky. Both of them having a hard time controlling their tears.

“No tears! I told you!”

“Honey, my only daughter gets married today. Let me have this moment.” Mom hugs tightly, but careful not to ruin anything on me.

“Okay now, it’s show time. Ready darlin’?” Jax holds out his arm, signaling to grab him. And I’m happy to do it. He’s my solid rock to keep me collected and most importantly, keeps me standing on my heels. Heat rushes thorough my face as we get closer to the doors.

WE stop in front of the wooden door, there’s shushed voices on the other side, bit they all fade away when a soft piano note starts.

“Oh my god…” I breathe out, having troubles with my breathing.

“Calm down, I got you”

Jax pulls me closer to him, and that’s what I need. The doors cracks open, reveling the faces behind it. I can’t see them, I just know their gazes are on me, but i only care about one person. As soon as I capture his eyes, I can’t focus on anything else.

He stands there in all of his glory, smiling like a madman. It brings joy to me. His beautiful eyes never leaving mine, his body twitching to reach me. The walk is awfully slow to him, I just want to run to him, capturing his body with mine.

Tears starts to form in my eyes, and I’m fighting so hard to see though them.

He is breathtaking. His tanned skin is glowing with the white shirt, his toned chest hugged by his kutte.

I’m ready to get to him, but Jax holds me in my place, reminding me to stick to the plan. My brain is mush, but I don’t mind. I turn to see my brother, who has his big brother face on, but smiling proudly down at me. He gives me a kiss, before letting me go.

And there he is, holding his hand out. As soon as my fingers intertwined with his, I feel the electricity. His body reacting to mine.

“Hey” He whispers, all I could do is whisper back. “Hey”

He seems like he would like to say a lot of things, but he’s just sighs, and smile. He knows that I know.

Before we could carry on, I see Jax move to him, pulling him close in a tight brother hug, and I still can see him whispering something to him. EZ nods slightly while making eye contact him. Jax has that typical big brother face on, the last reminder to EZ what family he’s marrying into.

“He’s all yours” Jax says in a hushed voice, escaping from between us.

I glance at my soon to be husband, and that’s when Bishop speaks up. Saying the words that will bind us together.  

#ez reyes imagine #mayans mc imagine #mayans imagine #mayans mc #ez reyes #Jax teller imagine #jax teller #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy

[stevesharrlngtons]

120 steve

he’s pampering me, let him be 

not a shot for shot scene (bc u know im not a fan), but may hold slight spoilers for those who haven’t finished st3 yet. but it’s kinda an au? idk, but i hope you enjoy lmao

you were getting sick and fucking tired of coming so close to your death. you were far too young to have seen what you had, experience the trauma that had been dished your way, and have to live forever with the knowledge of interdimensional creatures out for blood.  

and as you sat now in the starcount food court, with blood caked skin, a throbbing headache and the knowledge of possessions, russian spies and more upside down bullshit, you longed deeply for a time when wondering if steve would like your new lip color was your biggest problem. that’s what mattered, not hoping that you would evade monsters and live to see the next day.  

everything just kept happening so fast. in ‘83 it felt like days. in ‘84, weeks. now, you swore you, robin, steve, dustin and erica had been fighting for months, years even. you had to remind yourself continually that it was only friday, and not months in the future. two days ago steve had planned a date for the two of you. nothing fancy, just a movie and burgers at the drive in, but you had been looking forward to it. you had been looking forward to a night off. you were supposed to be swapping spit with your boyfriend in the back of a movie theater, not listening to chief hopper and dustin play rapid catch up on the newest threats.  

you gnawed at your thumb nail, letting your mind go blank and take a rest. you weren’t sure when you’d be privy to another calm moment like this. it needed all the time it could get.

you stayed in your blissfully unaware bubble until you felt a tap on your shoulder. thumb still resting on your lips, you glanced up to see one of the men who had come in with hopper looming over you.

when he saw he caught your attention, he shook his hand at you gently. he held a damp handkerchief and was montioning to your blood covered knees.

“oh, um thank you.” you offered a sweet smile as you gingerly took the handkerchief from the man, who grinned when you took it.

he then turned to the other tag along, muttered in words you could now recognized as russian and looked back to you, smile still intact.

“he says to tell him if you need anything else.” the man informed you.

“uh, alright. tell him thank you?” you breathed an uncomfortable laugh as your eyes darted between the two strange men.

“она говорит спасибо.”

she says thank you.

his grin only widened.

“i don’t think i caught your name, either of you.” you looked between both of them again.

“murray bauman,” he extended his hand which you took, “and this is alexei.”

“(y/n) (y/l/n), it’s a pleasure. though, i wish it weren’t under less threatening circumstances.” you said with a charismatic lit to your voice.

murray relied your words in russian as you shook alexei’s hand, who placed his free hand on the back of your hand clasped in his.

“удовольствие все мое.”

the pleasure is mine.

with him still holding you hand, you glanced over to murray, your smile staying put as to not tip alexei off on your slight discomfort.

“he says the pleasure is all his.”  

“quite the charmer.” you demurely dipped your head.

“она сказала, что ты очаровательный.”

she says you’re charming.

“она очаровательная.” alexei replied almost instantly, a slight blush dusting his cheeks.

murray chuckled, “he says you’re the charming one.”

“did he flirt with joyce this much?” you prompted, turning back to rid the blood from your knees.

“that was jim’s prerogative.” murray scoffed, and you laughed.

“well, it is nice to know that i am the least bit alluring in this state. i feel like i’ve been hit by a truck.”

alexei’s eyes were ping ponging between you and murray as you spoke out of his native tongue.

“так?“

so?

“она польщена твоим флиртом.”

she is flattered by your flirting.

alexei didn’t reply, but his bashful look said it all.

while you cleaned, alexei flirted and murray translated, steve stood watching it all from a far. his eyes narrowed as he watched you laugh and reply back to whatever murray had just said. the russian asshole he was with was giving you some looks steve didn’t approve of. this green feeling wasn’t unfamiliar territory for steve, but he didn’t think he’d be experiencing it here and now, of all times.

you were naturally appealing and attractive to others, you exuded it. people were drawn to you, adored and worshipped you when your orbit caught them. you couldn’t turn it off, couldn’t push people away, no matter the situation. but right now, steve wished you could.

“aye, what do you think they’re talkin’ about?” steve elbowed robin and tipped his chin over to where you sat.

robin observed the scene for a moment before speaking.

“if i had to guess? russian doctor dude is trying to butter up your girl. i can tell from here he’s flirting hard core.”

steve didn’t need any more encouragement than that to stalk across the food court toward to three of you. when he arrived, steve joined in on the laughter, his obviously forced and angry.

“wow, what’s so funny over here? didn’t think the end of the world would be a laughing matter.” steve practically berated.

“well, we were actually just making light of this situation. we’ve done this before, baby. y’know if we get to in our heads, we crumble.” you reached up to take steve’s hand in yours hoping it would calm him, but his resolve only hardened.

“yeah, yeah, yeah, cool, cool, cool. so, shitbag soviet over here ain’t bothering you?” steve glared daggers into a very confused alexei.

“oh, goodey. another man in this group incapable of expressing their insecurities in a constructive way.” murray chimed in sarcastically.

“the fuck you just say?” steve took a step forward and puffed out his chest at murray’s comment. sadly, only proving murray’s point further.

you quickly turned around to the two men behind you and kept a death grip on your boyfriend’s hand.  

“murray, darling. alexei,” he perked up at the mention of his name, “can you both go grab me a cup of ice and something to eat? i’m starved.”

“она попросила лед и еду.” murray relayed.

she asked for ice and food.

“женский мальчик ее разозлил?” alexei asked, worried.

did the feminine boy make her angry?

“нет, что-то говорит мне, что она много занимается этим.” murray snorted a laugh before leading alexei off to find what you requested.

no, i have a feeling she deals with this a lot.

“what? what did they say about me?” steve craned his neck to watch them leave.

“sorry, i didn’t become fluent in russian since the last time i saw you.” you replied.

“well, i know it was about me. commie assholes.” he cursed.

you slapped his leg, “hey! what the hell?”

“those commie assholes are helping us figure this shit out. don’t be an a dick.”

“you’re only saying that because he’s kissing your ass.” steve muttered as he flexed his jaw.

“can’t get mad at him for something you love to do too, harrington.” you shot him a smile.

he looked at you and rolled his eyes, why did your smile have to be so cute? could you stop being so cute for five fucking seconds?

“whatever, it’s still annoying. even robin could tell how thick he was laying it on with you.” steve grimaced, coming to sit next to you.

“he’s pamering me, let him be.” you sighed and rested your temple against his shoulder. as you did, steve slung his arm around you.

“i should be pampering you. not that fuckin’ babushka.” steve brought you closer to him, reveling in your closeness and satiating his protective instinct.

somehow after a day of running from russians, being tortured and sweating from pure fear, you still smelled amazing. god, he hated how perfect you were sometimes.

“let him. let’s me conserve my energy for when i pamper you after this is all over.” you lifted your head briefly to press a kiss to his cheek.

“if we get out of this.”

“we will. this is all gonna work out.”

steve wasn’t so sure. there was still so much that could go wrong. the obstacles were rising and viable plans were dwindling. billy was out there with his army of flayed, ready and waiting to kill them all, and their one weapon was weak and acting faulty. but, steve wasn’t going to let himself be cynical. like you said, you had done this before, side by side and won. so what was a third time? what was the saying? third time’s the charm? he could only hope that applied now.

but in case it didn’t, steve memorized this moment with you. curled to his chest, smelling like fresh air and wild flowers.

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[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Tomorrow Never Came PT. 4

You have one job - travel decades into the past and save your mother from a horrible future. You can’t fail or you’ll have to start over again completely, and you have to act on your own. Already having broken rule number two, a new revelation forces you to reflect on how much impact you’ll truly have, not just on your mother’s life, but on other’s as well. 

Read PT. 1 here | Read PT. 2 here | Read PT. 3 here

(a/n: i wish i could have put more deacon in this ksdkfjsd i love him but it felt forced if i put too much in there. anyways big things happening here hehe ok not huge but still wild. im gonna go to a basketball game now pray that the nacho cheese is good bc im craving a walking taco)

“So you were just working and you heard this loud boom? That’s terrible!” Brian exclaimed, leaning forward from between you and John. His abnormally long legs were spread out, leaving you scarcely any room to sit comfortably as the six of you chatted away.

“Yes, it was quite terrifying, really,” Mary practically gushed, leaning over Freddie’s lap as they lounged on the floor together, Freddie’s back against the side of the chair Roger was casually seated in. “There were hundreds of us in there, I’d never learned any protocol on how to handle a bomb threat. Closed us down until a few days ago, the back room was in shambles!”

“Who did it?” you questioned, genuinely curious about who would have a beef with Biba in this day and age. That being said, you also knew this day and age almost purely in textbook definitions and whatever the limited scope of your world had to offer you in the last two months – so basically, you only knew 70’s Kensington.

“Wasn’t it the Angry Brigade?” John chimed in, rifling through a magazine lackadaisically as he spoke. “I think I read that they claimed it in IT.”

“What have they got to be so angry about?” you asked, Roger snorting and letting his head fall back against the chair as he rested a leg on Freddie’s shoulder, quickly getting it brushed off. Giving Freddie a sour look, he hooked his legs over the armrest instead, lazing back in the chair and getting extra comfortable as he began to speak.

“I’d be angry if I had horrid taste in clothing too. Imagine wanting to bomb Biba and thinking ‘Wow, I’m really letting those fashionable fuckers have it! Anarchy!’”

Freddie toyed with Mary’s hair as she draped herself over his lap completely. Smiling at the sweet gesture, you hugged your knees to your chest and rested your chin on your right knee, looking down at the couch in front of you and tugging on a frayed fabric.

“Well, at least you’ve got a job again,” Freddie directed at Mary, who nodded and smiled as she leaned into his hand that was running through her hair.

“And you’ve got a place to come pester me besides my flat,” she added, laughing when Freddie retracted his hand and gave her a resentful glance before crossing his arms. “I’m joking, I love when you come see me at work, lovie! Don’t stop playing with my hair, I like it.”

Rolling his eyes playfully, Freddie sighed before going back to running his fingers through her hair. You were observing their conversation all the while, so when they quieted, you looked up and found that Roger had also been watching them. He looked up and met your gaze, pretending to gag himself with his middle finger and making you laugh as you turned away from him.

“What’s so funny? Surely, it’s not Roger.” Brian’s tone held a sort of faux innocence, but he was clearly prying at Roger’s patience – what was new, though? In the handful of times you’d been around this rag tag group of friends for the past two months, they had tested each other’s patience in every way possible. Yet here everyone was, laughing and having a good time with each other over a couple bottles of cheap wine. You regretted that you didn’t get to spend more time with them – you used overtime hours at the café as an excuse, but you knew that it was mainly because you really didn’t want to cry any harder than you already were going to when you had to return to your actual reality.

“I’ll have you know, Brian, I’m a regular comedian!” Roger protested, taking a sip of his wine as he glared over the rim at the curly-haired giant next to you. “Y/N was laughing at me, in fact. Or maybe it was your pants, who knows?”

Brian looked down at his admittedly hideous trousers, a shitty shade of brown that did not compliment his skin tone well at all. On top of that, they were a horrendous pinstripe pattern, and they didn’t match the striped green jumper he had on. “I’d rather accept that than even entertain the notion that you were remotely funny enough to make anyone laugh.”

“Salty today, Brian?” you asked, giving him a gently nudge with your elbow and receiving a nudge in response as he chuckled, crossing his arms.

Suddenly, Roger was giggling gleefully to himself, playing with a kerchief he’d had around his neck as he seemed extremely amused by it. “Brian,” you thought you’d heard him mumble, and you raised an eyebrow as you watched his snickers intensify, making him squeeze his eyes shut for a moment. He was clearly enjoying something, and you were eager to know what was so funny about what you’d just said.

“Rog, what in the hell are you going on about over there?” Brian asked, doing the dirty work for you as you watched expectantly, Roger’s eyes raising to meet the gazes of both of you.

His cheeks reddened a bit and he nervously let his eyes fall back to his kerchief, fiddling with it. “Nothing, I just thought of something funny.”

“Let’s hear it then,” you encouraged, giving him a smile as he chuckled and glanced at you quickly, giving an almost ashamed smile while he tried to decide whether he should say it or not. He felt anxious, like he was under a microscope suddenly, and he knew that the joke he’d said in his head was cringe-worthy at best. But you looked so insistent and so supportive of him that he finally grumbled and dropped the kerchief to his lap.

“I was laughing because I thought you called him Brine.”

The look on your face faltered as you struggled to comprehend what he was saying. “You thought I called him Brian? Isn’t that his name?”

“No!” Roger whined, Brian cocking his head to the side and making Roger groan as he pressed a hand to his forehead. “I mean, yes, that’s his name! But I thought you called him Brine, like salt water brine, and I laughed because it’s salty and so is Brine. I mean, Brian. Damn it! It’s fucking funny, okay?” He quickly shot up out of his seat, stomping towards the kitchen as you watched, still just as confused as ever, but Brian was laughing.

“You ever notice how much faster he moves when he’s wrong?” Brian noted, and you couldn’t help but laugh as he rose from his seat, following Roger into the kitchen as he refused to pass up an opportunity to keep giving him hell. Today, and only today, Brian seemed to have time to keep up with Roger.

Keeping up with Roger any other day? Now that was a chore. As much as you tried to focus on the sole reason you were here in 1970’s London, you couldn’t help but be intrigued by Roger as an individual. He was an enigma, his motives, knowledge, and way with words completely baffling to you. With people like Brian, it was easy. Brian, although reserved, was very much an intellectual when he spoke, and he always had a sort of predictability to him. Sure, he was a wild man when he’d had a few pints, but not like Roger. Roger was a wild man every single day, and it excited you so much that it simultaneously exhausted you.

You were lulled out of your thoughts by the feeling of the couch sinking down next to you again, and you found that Roger was now seated next to you instead, in the midst of an argument with Brian.

“Brian, you’re just upset because you’re so clearly up your own arse that you can’t understand anyone else’s humor! Get a grip, mate.” Watching Roger, you observed as he glared at the taller man, who sunk down into the chair that Roger had been in just moments ago.

“Or you just have an unrefined sense of humor?” Brian suggested, his voice laced with the slightest bit of animosity as he tried and nearly failed to ignore the “up your arse” comment. When Roger rolled his eyes and began mocking him in a high-pitched, feminine voice, Brian scoffed and looked down at Freddie, who’d been watching the exchange quietly. “What a pathetic display. I’m genuinely ashamed God made me a man.”

“Yeah, well I don’t think God’s doing a lot of bragging either!” Roger spit back, fire practically shooting out of Brian’s eyes as his head whipped up so he was staring at Roger.

“You fucking wanker! You’re just showing off and trying to be all funny because Y/N is here,” Brian accused, his usually gentle hazel eyes brimming with hostility. Your eyes widened at the tension that settled between the two of them, a heavy weight in the air as you desperately looked at Freddie for some help. Freddie just shrugged, though, offering no assistance and pretending to ignore the petty argument as he braided a small section of Mary’s hair.

“Um, should I go?” you asked, pointing at the door as you glanced between Brian and Roger. Obviously, this tiff had something to do with you, and while you had no idea how, you figured it was best for you to just let them figure it out. Rising to your feet, you tugged your pajama shorts down before grabbing your glass of wine and padding off to Roger’s room as Roger yelled at Brian once again.

“Now you’ve done it, you big moron. You’ve scared our roommate out of her own room! God, you’re really something, Brian.”

Snickering at the fiery words, you shook your head and entered Roger’s semi-messy room, crossing over to the window and curling up in one of the two beanbags situated next to it. Tucking your legs underneath you, you sipped your wine and stared out at the twilight sky, a creamy semidarkness to the horizon that framed the city’s buildings. You could just see the outlines of the church across the street, which made you scowl as you imagined your mom’s haggard face, her head leaning back against that damned rocking chair, just sitting there motionlessly. “Fucking prick,” you muttered, the fleeting thought of your father and the two men from the church poisoning your thoughts, a bitter reminder of your current purpose.

“Yeah, Brian can be a bit of a headcase, but he’s alright sometimes.” You jumped as you suddenly heard Roger’s voice behind you, and you turned to look at him as he crossed the room and stood opposite of you, leaning against the window frame..  “Definitely a fucking prick, though.”

“Oh,” you breathed out softly, furrowing your eyebrows as you pushed all of your previous thoughts out. “Yeah, he’s mental. Funny guy, though.”

“Don’t say that,” Roger groaned, giving you a small grin before he looked out the window as well. “Fred wants you back out there. Says he’s got an announcement.”

“I suppose I better bless the room with my presence then, huh?” you teased, Roger chuckling and pulling you to your feet before letting you lead the way. As you exited his room, he tried and failed to ignore the way your pajama shorts were riding up, just revealing the curve of your ass beneath it. Catching his tongue between his teeth, he had a brief ‘Lord help me’ moment before it was ended all too soon by your hand reaching down to tug the shorts back into their original place again.

Following you out to the main room again, Roger resumed his spot on the couch next to you as Deacon chatted with Mary politely, quieting down when he realized everyone was there again. Brian shifted uncomfortably in the chair, avoiding looking at you or Roger as he waited for Freddie, who was now in the kitchen, to speak.

“Now that we’ve decided to take the band more seriously, I figured I should start taking myself more serious now too.” Freddie walked out with an envelope of things, pulling out what looked like a passport and handing it to Brian, then pulling out a few sketches and handing them to Deacon, who marveled at the artwork as Brian looked up at Freddie. There was an amused look on his face, and you listened curiously as they spoke while you sipped your wine.

“Mercury? Like our song?”

“Freddie fucking Mercury. Doesn’t that sound delightful?” You choked on your sip of wine, turning beet red as they all glanced at you. This was news. Freddie Bulsara was actually Freddie Mercury, standing right here in front of you, your roommate and closest friend for two months, and you’d had no idea. “Well, if you didn’t like it dear, you could have just said so!” Freddie laughed, handing you a paper towel so you could wipe the wine off of your nose.

You laughed nervously with him, cleaning yourself up as you stared up at him, still floored at this development. “Just went down the wrong pipe,” you replied quietly, in awe at the living legend who’d just handed you a paper towel because you were a moron who didn’t put two and two together for actual months. If that was Freddie Mercury, then this must be Queen. It had to be Queen.

Your suspicions were confirmed as Deacon handed the sketches over to Roger, who ooh’ed and aah’ed at them as he eyed the details. There was the Queen crest, and you felt dizzy as you realized how blind you’d been all this time. You were casually rooming with two rock legends and you thought you’d just been slumming with a few students that had side gigs as musicians.

“Mercury seems like a bit much, but then again, you are a bit much,” Brian taunted, Freddie tossing a pillow at him as he sat back down again, chuckling.

“Well, as some illustrious person once said, ‘You can tell a lot about a man by his name.’”

“You just made that up, didn’t you?” Brian asked, raising an eyebrow at Freddie, who laughed once again.

“Maybe. But I do stand by it, honest!”

It all made sense now. Your mom had been a huge fan of these guys – you, not so much, for you were admittedly out of touch with the 80’s and 70’s. But you very vaguely knew about them, and of course, the two remaining members were still bigshots as far as your country was concerned. John Deacon, the bass player who’d dropped off the face of the Earth in the 90’s, lounging at the end of the couch. Brian May, the guitar legend who’d once played on top of Buckingham, squinting at Freddie’s passport and turning it in his hands. And next to you, ogling at the newly designed logo for his band, Roger fucking Taylor, a legend as far as drumming was concerned and one hell of a singer from what your mom had said.

You’d never asked him about the band or about the name. You really had thought they’d just been playing in pubs for fun, which at this point, they might very well be. And you’d never been around to hear them practicing or talking about the band – you’d been too busy in your own little world of the café and the church that you hadn’t paid any mind to their musical work. Now, you realized that you very well should have.

“You want to have a look?” Roger suddenly asked, grabbing your attention again as he offered you the papers, which you accepted shakily. It felt like your head was spinning as you stared down at the iconic crest, the two lions that framed the crown and letter Q, which was topped by a crab. Two fairy women stared up at the Q from below, and a phoenix stole the show at the top of it all, encompassing the entire work and bringing it all around into one big individual crest.

“Don’t hog it, I want to see,” Brian complained, and Roger rolled his eyes as you took a deep breath and handed it to Brian, who switched you for the passport. There was Freddie, long hair, clean-shaven face. This was not the iconic Freddie photo you knew. You only knew Freddie from the mustache, from the unique voice. This was a young Freddie, an inexperienced Freddie – this was not the same rock legend that your mom adored back in the present.

Oh, God. “I need some air, I’m getting a bit overheated,” you murmured, handing off the passport to Roger, who glanced at you curiously before looking over the document with Deacon. Excusing yourself, you tiptoed back to Roger’s room and opened the window, leaning out as your heart sank in your chest, heavy with the weight of what you knew.

Freddie Mercury was dead long before you’d even been born. AIDs had prematurely ended his life, his career, and that was something that even you knew. A man you considered to be one of your best friends as of currently would be dead in 20 years, and there was nothing you could do about it. You couldn’t stay here for a whole two decades, monitoring Freddie, keeping him out of harm’s way. Who knew how he’d contracted the horrible disease? It could have been anything at any time. And that killed you inside.

On the other hand, you had to watch yourself. This was literally Queen you were talking about here - if you meddled any more than you currently were, who knows what kind of shit could happen to the band? How big of an impact were you going to have here? Anything you say could alter their path irreversibly. If it was bad enough, you’d have to restart your mission completely, setting you back months in your progress already. God, this is some Butterfly Effect-type shit. I miss Brooklyn 99 and not having an existential crisis every time I make a choice.

“Freddie asked me to bring this to you, I figured you’d be in here again.” Roger’s voice once again interrupted your train of thought, and you sighed as you waved listlessly at the floor next to you, leaving your head resting on your other arm in the window frame. “You alright? You’re not gonna keel over on me, are you? ‘Cause I’d prefer if you bit the big one in Freddie’s room.”

“Fuck off,” you laughed weakly, sliding back into the room and dragging yourself onto one of the bean bags as you picked up the refilled wine glass that he’d brought you. When you looked up at him, he shrugged and took a seat across from you, his legs tangled with yours in the small space. “Sorry for being a party pooper. Just have a lot on my mind, and I’m tired.”

“Well, you are working a lot,” Roger remarked, a worried expression crossing his face as he crossed his arms. He was undeniably gorgeous, even in the dark. The streetlights coming in from the window highlighted his face in a way that made his cheekbones seem even more prominent, his jawline sharper than usual, casting an angular shadow on his neck. Light played around in his eyes, making them paler but just as striking as he observed you with a concerned eye. “Maybe you should take some time off, you’ll catch your death if you don’t relax a bit.”

His words were sinfully calming to you, and you beat yourself up inside as you sipped at your wine glass, tearing your eyes away from his irresistible gaze to look out the window at the now-night sky. “No, I need to focus on work,” you murmured, an uneasy look passing over your face as you avoided his piercing gaze, refusing to falter. You had to focus. Your mom’s livelihood was in your hands. “It’s too important.”

“Are you not important too?” he questioned, making your heart race. You couldn’t help yourself – you met his gaze once more, chewing on your lip as the intimidating stare seemed to try and pick you apart, piece by piece. He was worried about you - this meant he was genuinely attached to you, and that terrified you. But you couldn’t help yourself once again - you had to pry. 

“I don’t know. Am I?”

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Jaebeom / Reader ㅤㅤㅤ Mafia AUㅤㅤㅤ Words count: 2.9k

Summary: When your simple life turns into a dangerous one, how can you know who to trust? And when the truth you thought you knew turn out to be a lie, how shall you react?

Content/Warning: Underground world, Fluff (a bit), Revelations, Angst, Violence (turture, blood, murder)

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"The key is still in the lock!" Jinyoung shouted from the front door. "There's another body here." Mark added nonchalantly from a hidden place. "Such sloppy work." "I found her phone!" Yugyeom said, raising it up from the bushes. "There's two missed calls and two voice messages." "Let me see." Jaebeom urged his brother, taking the phone from his hands. "Samchon and an unknown number." He lifted the phone to his ear and listened to the voicemails. The first one was Mr Park who told you that you had forgotten one of your files at his pub and the second was from your father's former colleague who told you he was worried for you and that he needed to speak to you because he may have found out something important about your father. "Jackson, Jinyoung, go to see samchon and try to find out why Y/n was at his pub." Jaebeom ordered to his brothers who immediately left. "Yugyeom, track the unknown number. I want to know who that man is and what he found out on samchon. BamBam, Mark, call the others and clean the street. I'll talk with eomoni." The guys nodded and ran to do their tasks whilst the leader ran to his house and called his mother. He knew something wrong was going on with you and all he wanted was to know where you were. Picking up his gun and a lot of ammo, he explained to his mother what happened. When his men who were looking over you didn't answer their phones, the seven guys came to your house and found their dead bodies. But you weren't here. "Please, Jaebeom, calm down." Mrs Im begged, seeing her son getting angrier. "I won't lose her once again!" He growled, putting some guns in a big black bag. "I'll find her, bring her home and she will stay with me, whether she wants to or not!" The lady of the house looked at her son, eyes full of pain. She knew how Jaebeom always felt about you and how broken he was when she told him he couldn't see you again 18 years ago, right after your parents' car crash. She came closer to him and, putting her hand on his shoulder, told him you were fine and he would find you. "I'm gonna kill them. I swear to God, I'm gonna kill them all." "Be careful and bring Y/n home, that's all what I want." "I found him!" Yugyeom shouted, running into the room, his laptop in his hands. "He's near to the abandoned port!" "We're taking everybody!" Jaebeom replied. "I'm handle our brothers, call the men!" Yugyeom nodded and ran to the living room where he called everyone on their phones, letting them know there was an urgent mission. Jaebeom kissed his mother on her cheek and promised he would be back with you in few hours. Meanwhile, in an empty warehouse of the abandoned port, two men were talking about what they would do with you. One proposed to simply kill you since you knew too much while the other said they could sell you in a whorehouse or to a pimp. But none of these suggestions were kept and they decided to make you talk about what you knew about the clan and your parents' death. The one who wanted to kill you came closer and, a vicious smirk on his lips, slapped your face, waking you up violently. Groaning, you opened your eyes and quickly realised that you were sat on a chair, wrists and ankles tied. You struggled but another slap stopped you and almost made you fall on the floor. "Easy, Taeyang." The other chuckled. "She has to talk, don't forget." Eyes wide open, you quickly raised your head, recognising the familiar voice. It couldn't be possible, anyone but him, not the one you trusted for so long, not your father's former colleague. "Hi, dear." He smirked, enjoying the expression on your face. "Did you sleep well?" "You?" You breathed, shocked, now understanding what was happening. "Why am I tied?" "Do you like my little surprise, Y/n?" "Your little surprise? What... What did you do?" "Can you be more specific, please? I did a lot of things. Murderers, kidnappings, car crashes, if you know what I mean." "No... It can't be... You were his friend... My father trusted you!" "Y/n, Y/n, Y/n." He sighed, crouching down in front of you, still smirking. "You're like Yongnam, too curious. He also asked too many questions and look where he is now. You know, we could have worked together he and I but he was too honest. And his family..." An expression of disgust appeared on his face. "Ah, the Im family. You know, I have known them for a long time. Let me tell you." "What are you doing, Dongsoo?!" The other exclaimed. "We just need her to-" The dirty cop cut him off, shooting him right in his head before putting the hot barrel of the gun on your right arm, burning your skin slowly. Groaning, you tossed your head back, holding in a scream but not your tears. "Looks kind of familiar, doesn't it?" He smirked again, tilting his head toward the dead body. "Oh, I forgot the trauma. Let me help you to remember. The night of the car crash, after the amazing car chase, your mother died on impact but not your father. Come on, Y/n, I'm sure you can remember that wonderful night. Your father obviously asked you to stay quiet because he knew everything, he knew who was in the other car. I know he told you to play dead and I have to admit, you had impressive acting skills for a little girl." Looking straight into Dongsoo's eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks, you tried not to remember but the memories came back and you could see the scene, your father's eyes in the rearview mirror of the car, blood flowing across his face. He peacefully asked you not to speak or cry and begged you to stay strong. He told you everything was fine and that your family would always be here for you. "Appa loves you, Y/n. Appa loves you more than anything." He whispered, smiling strongly. "Don't forget, if you need anything, go to see-" He didn't finish what he was saying, hearing that someone was coming closer to the car, and was shot in the head. You remembered that you closed your eyes and held your tears, hearing the killer walk around the car and check if your mother was dead too, shooting her, just in case. You didn't know why he didn't check or shoot you but, since you were five years old, he probably guessed you were dead on impact. "I'll kill you!" You shouted to Dongsoo, struggling on the chair. "Why did you-" "Oh, shut up." He sighed once again, hitting your jaw with the cross of his gun. "If your father hadn't been too curious, none of this would have happened. But, I have to admit, he was a very good inspector. After all, he found out about me and my clan." "Your clan?!" You repeated. "Yes, my clan. My father started this when I was a kid and, since he wanted more members, he had an idea. Why not get children and raise them the way he wanted? Was it not a great idea, seriously?! But your grandfather saved the six kids and, years later, your father and his fucking brothers stole our six other boys!" "You want me to cry, maybe?" You mocked him, raising an eyebrow after spitting blood. "Oh, that's interesting." He almost sang. "The young little girl turned into a brave and ferocious woman. You know, I won't kill you and I don't care about what you know about your father's investigations, I'm gonna keep you, you'll be my toy. We're gonna have a lot of fun, toge-" "Boss!" A man shouted from the door of the warehouse. "The Im family is coming!" "Again..." Dongsoo growled, rolling his eyes, and stood up. "Take her to the van and watch her!" He ordered, putting a dirty tissue in your mouth. "See you later, my dear." His henchman grabbed your hair and harshly pulled you out of the place to a black van before throwing you into it. Hearing a gun fight beginning and thinking your friends could be hurt, you struggled again, trying to untie your hands but the man grabbed your feet and pulled you to him, wrapping his hand around your neck. "If you try to-" He stopped, seeing the scared expression on your face turning into an amused one. "What? What's so funny?!" He growled, pulling the tissue out from your mouth. "You're gonna die." You smirked viciously. "And I have a good seat to watch it." Your aggressor raised an eyebrow while the man who silently appeared behind him smirked too, looking straight into your eyes. "B'bye." You smiled just before your aggressor got his throat sliced and fell on the floor. "Do you like it when I'm covered in blood?" You asked playfully. "Every man has his weakness." Mark chuckled, untying your hands and feet and opening his eyes wide when you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Thank you." You whispered, a smile stretching your lips when you felt him giving you back your hug. "Get a room!" BamBam teased you both, coming to you, before looking at Mark. "I'll stay with Y/n, they need help." "I won't stay here!" You growled, eyes wide open while you stood up. "Dongsoo took my gun, give me one!" "Your gu-" "Bambam!" You urged him, taking his second gun from the back of his jeans. Turning the security of the gun off, you ran to the warehouse and started to shoot some guys by behind after that Mark explained who was with you and who wasn't. Hidden behind a wall, you told the two guys not to shoot Dongsoo, adding he was yours, but, knowing that you couldn't tell it to your others allies, you decided to risk it all. "Don't shoot Dongsoo!" You yelled without paying attention to Mark and BamBam who were staring at you. "Hey, son of a bitch! Try to catch me!" You shot another man and ran out off the abandoned building, quickly followed by the dirty cop who was determined to kill you. Too bad for him, you also were determined to kill him. Heart racing, you hid yourself behind the van and, carefully, watched at the exit of the warehouse when you saw Dongsoo appear and hide behind a truck. "You can thank me, my dear! I'm gonna send you to your father!" He teased you, seeing you and shooting three times. "Oh and don't worry! I'll take care of your grandmother, I promise!" Getting angrier, you shot twice and noticed you were running low on ammo so you decided to carefully take the gun of the man that Mark killed a few minutes ago, seeing it was full. "Who killed the family of Taekgeun's sons?" You asked from your hideout. "Who do you think it was?" He laughed loudly. "Oh and guess who shot your dear uncle three years ago? I can't wait to meet the fucking gorgeous Haneul!" You knew everything you wanted: Dongsoo killed your friends' families and Jaebeom's father as he killed your own parents. He was worse than a monster. You got out from your place and shot once again when one of his bullets hit you in your arm, right on the burn he made with your own gun. You didn't even look at the wound and, then, got an idea, a dangerous idea but you had to try your luck. You screamed and threw your gun before begging him to stop. His gun up in front of him, he left his hideout and come slowly to yours, checking if someone was coming to help you but everyone was too busy in the warehouse. You were his and this idea made him smirk viciously. He'd won. Kicking your gun away with his foot, he came closer to you and gave you the worst smile you've ever seen, if we could call this a smile. This man was evil, no, he was the Devil himself. "Say hello to your father." He chuckled, about to kill you the same way he killed your father. "One more thing." You breathed hardly, seeing him raise his eyebrow. "This is for hurting me." You immediately lifted his dead henchman's gun and shot him right in his left shoulder, making him lose his gun and fall backwards. Standing up quickly, you kicked his gun away and came closer to him, showing that your arm was hurt but not badly. At this moment, the gunfight stopped in the warehouse. You didn't know who won but, to be honest, the only thing that you cared about was to kill the man who separated you from the people you loved the most. Pointing the gun toward Dongsoo, you heard Jaebeom's voice. They won. The boys came closer to your place and carefully asked you to give them the gun but you shook your head, looking straight at Dongsoo who was begging you not to kill him. "You got my message. Now, this is the message from Jinyoung's family." You shoot the dirty cop in the right knee, making him scream. "From Jackson's." In the left knee. "Youngjae's." Right thigh. "BamBam's." Left thigh. "Yugyeom's." Right arm. "Mark's." Right shoulder. "Stop, bitch!" Dongsoo screamed. "Jaebeom's father." You shot him in the stomach. "You're going to hell." He smirked, choking on the blood he was loosing from his mouth. "You first." You came over him and looked straight into his eyes. "And this is from my parents." One shot, right between his eyes. The monster was dead. Sighing loudly, you dropped the gun on Dongsoo's body and looked at the boys who were astounded by what you just did in front of them. "Don't know about you but I'm tired." You pouted a little. "Sorry but who was in danger, actually?" BamBam asked, making everyone chuckle. You moved a little and were about to came closer to them when Jaebeom rushed to you and pulled you into his arms, burying your head into his chest and hugging you tightly. "I wanna go home." You sighed, exhausted, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Let's go, kitten." He whispered, kissing the top of your head before carrying you bridal style to his car. On the way to the Im's house, you fell asleep in Jaebeom's arms, too tired to stay awake, and dreamed about your childhood, memories coming back one after another. You remembered a few birthdays you celebrated in your uncle's house, evenings you spent with your parents watching animated movies or romantic comedies, your mother when she was cooking and your father when he sang off-key on purpose. You even remembered that you had met Mark in Taekgeun's house a few weeks before the sad night. Dreaming about all of this was like watching your first five years of life, the years you forgot after the car crash, on a big screen and, even if you were sleeping, you smiled slightly. Not wanting to wake you up, Jaebeom carried you up to his own room and lied you down in his bed before leaving you and joining his mother and brothers. They all smiled softly, seeing you sleeping but, especially, alive. "How is she?" Haneul asked softly without taking her eyes off you. "Exhausted." Jaebeom whispered looking at you and flipping his hair back. "It was a rough night." "And her arm?" Jackson added. "I checked it in the car. No big deal, just a scratch." Mark answered. "We will take care of it tomorrow. Now, she needs to sleep." The leader nodded to his older brother and came back into his room, closing the door silently behind him while Haneul told her other sons that they all could go to sleep and enjoy a well-deserved rest. Carefully, Jaebeom crawled on the bed next to you and pulled you against him, sliding his arms under your head. A long sigh of relief escaped from his lips and he started to stroke your hair tenderly, more than happy to finally get you back in his arms, the only place on Earth where you had to be.

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[alippy711]

Falling Away With You- Ch.21

Chapter Twenty-One: The Whole Story

The girls bombarded me the second I got to my seats for tonight’s game. Of course It was Peyton who got to me first.

“Im so fucking happy for you two!!” I let out a laugh as she hugged me tight bouncing up and down.

“Thanks Peyt, and thank you for giving him a wrath of shit that night. It definitely knocked some sense into him.” I smiled as we separated and she waved me off.

“Girl he needed that. Either way he would have realized that he loves you. Im just happy it worked out.”

“Me too” I gave her one last hug and she stepped aside as Mel walked up.

“Is this when I say I told you so?” I rolled my eyes as a shit eating grin turned up at the corner of her mouth.

“Been hearing that a lot lately” She laughed as I pulled her into a hug.

“Can’t blame you there. Im happy you two figured it out, it’s been a long time coming”

“Yeah it has. It hasn’t fully sunk in yet I think it will take a minute to get used to.” She nodded and the sound of the crowd pulled us from our conversation as we looked out to see the teams setting up for puck drop.

“Not to kill the moment, but how did the talk with Evan go?” I dropped into my seat between Mel and Peyton pushing out a breath with a loud “Hmm”

 “That bad?” Peyton asked.

“I think he knew it was coming but he obviously wasn’t thrilled”

“Just say it Ash” I pulled my eyes up to meet his, a soft smile on his lips.

 “We talked, like you suggested and you were right” I pushed out an ironic laugh, pretty sure I would be saying this to a lot of people.

 “Right about what?” Evan’s brows went up in question though he knew what I meant.

 “His feelings for me. He told me he loves me.” I looked down and started picking at my nails.

 “Told ya so” I looked up and shrugged. “So what does this revelation mean?”

 “He’s ready Evan.” He winced slightly at my words.

“So you’re together?” I nodded and watched as he ran a hand through his hair looking off to process the words.

 “Are you sure about this Ash? I don’t want to see you get hurt” I smiled and took his hand between mine.

“I’m very sure. He wants this and I’ve wanted us for so long” I couldn’t hide the smile on my face and he noticed. He opened his mouth to speak but shook his head and stopped.

“Out with it Evan” I urged.

“Im just worried he’s doing this because he’s afraid of losing you. A classic case of wanting what you can’t have” His concern was evident and I knew he was saying this as a friend, not someone interested in me.

“I appreciate your concern, I really do. we talked about that and you being in the picture definitely spurred all of this but it helped him realize how he feels about me.”

“That may all be true. Im not questioning how he feels about you, I knew he was in love with you, im questioning whether he really wants a relationship.” I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath before I spoke.

“I wouldn’t do this if I wasn’t absolutely positive he wanted this. I know David and I know he’s ready.” Evan shook his head with a small laugh and I felt myself getting a bit annoyed at him.

“You say that yet you had no clue he was in love with you”

“That was more self-preservation and denial. I didn’t want to open myself up to the idea that he felt the same way as me if he wasn’t going to act on those feelings.But I know this is what he wants.” Evan sighed and shook his head.

“I really hope that’s true because you are head over heels in love with him and if he isn’t ready it will destroy you.”

Mel let out a low whistled pulling my attention back to the two girls thoroughly entrenched in my story.

“That doesn’t seem bad”

 “Oh well he went on to voice just how much he doesn’t believe David’s ready and how convinced he is that I will get fucked over. It was real fun” My sarcasm pulled a laugh from each girl as I looked out onto the ice searching for David.

 “Did you tell David what he said?” I shook my head at Mel’s question and she frowned.

“He knows Evan and I talked and that’s really all that matters. There’s no benefit in telling him everything” It was true. David would only get pissed at Evan’s words and at the end of the day it didn’t matter.

 “I agree. Fuck what Evan has to say. As long as you know David is ready that’s all that matters” Peyton placed her hand on my arm giving me a smile as Mel voiced her approval from beside me.

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His eyes bore into me as I tried but failed to ignore his attempts to distract me. I looked past Kiley and saw him standing in the doorway watching me with a look of pure lust that sent a blush across my cheeks pulling a slow smirk across his lips. I rolled my eyes and refocused on what Kiley was saying but it was short lived.

“David!” I let out a squeal as he yanked me from the circle of girls pulling me into a tight hug.

 “Taking too long” He mumbled nuzzling his face into my neck peppering kisses along my skin. I let out a giggle and tried to push him away.

 “I was talking, don’t be rude.” I tsked him and he rolled his eyes but relinquished his hold on me. I turned my attention back to the group, which was now broken up as many of the guys had found their significant others.

 “You two wanna go grab dinner?” I turned at the sound of Spooner’s voice as he and Peyton walked up. I was about to give a wholehearted yes, but David beat me to it.

“Nah, we’re just gonna head back to my place” I looked up at him surprised but he shrugged slinging his arm around my shoulders pulling me next to him.

 “C’mon man, you’ve been together like two days and you’re already turning into a boring old married couple” Peyton and I laughed while David just scoffed.

“Shut up Spoons maybe I just don’t want to be with your boring ass.” Ryan laughed again, muttering a whatever as Peyton and I shared a glance at our boyfriend’s antics before saying our goodbyes.

 “Dude, I totally wanted to go out” I said feigning annoyed as we made our way out of the Garden.

“You want to go out with Spoons instead of getting a piece of this?” He ran his hands down his chest with a cocky smirk and I couldn’t help but laugh

“Any day of the week, pal” David scoffed and I sent him a wink taking hold of his hand pulling him towards the car.

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[protecticarus]

PROMPT: Todd somehow sees Dirk talk to Riggens for the first time (in 1x03). I mean like it's unnerving as hell to see cheerful, kind-hearted Dirk look so terrified and hurt (he's about to cry lmao this scene breaks my heart and im crying) especially when Todd hasn't really seen this side of him ever. So like he's just like wtf?? dirk?? my ball of sunshine?? who is this man and do you want me to kill him for you??? bc i will

yes! I love this prompt because I am a dirk!angst fan (what’s wrong with me) & this is our first look into the blackwing side of dirk’s story & therefore it’s easy to put todd into that situation as well. plus I love me some protective todd.

(I’m not sure if you wanted todd to interfere with the actual scene or to talk to dirk afterwards but this is what I ended up writing)

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“It’s all real, isn’t it? You really are what you say you are. Some kind of… Holistic detective?” Todd asks, already knowing the answer.

“I’m trying.” Dirk replies sincerely. “Is this enough proof? Will you help me?” He asks.

Todd can see the desperation in Dirk’s eyes, how much he really, genuinely wants Todd’s help. Todd doesn’t say anything right away, he still feels unsure about this mess he’s somehow been dragged into, but he also knows he will eventually accept it. There’s no way out for him, not anymore. Besides, something about Dirk just makes it feel like this is supposed to happen. Todd never used to believe in stuff like that. None of that ‘everything happens for a reason’ crap. Yet somehow meeting Dirk seems like something he was meant to experience. Somehow Dirk is supposed to be a part of his life. It doesn’t mean Todd is thrilled about the danger and illegal aspects it has brought him, but he knows he can’t walk away from it. From him.

“Fine.” He finally replies.

Dirk’s face lights up like a child’s on Christmas. He gives Todd a huge smile and pats him on the shoulder. Then he turns around and basically hops down the stairs. Todd is left standing in the hallway. There’s many things on his mind, most of them questions.

He turns around to go back to his apartment, but his feet stop moving before the thought really registers in his mind. After everything that’s happened, after the revelation of Dirk being… Whatever he is and Todd actually committing to this bizarre case they seem to be on, he doesn’t feel like going about things the normal way. He doesn’t feel like going into his apartment and sitting on the couch, chatting with his sister. It all feels… Different.

As quickly as he’d stopped mid-step, he turns back around to go after Dirk. He’s not sure why. He shakes his head, mocking himself for choosing to go after the man who broke into his apartment and claims that they’re friends instead of going back to the safety of his apartment. Then again, his apartment wasn’t exactly safe at the moment. A man had been killed there. It had been broken into. Twice. 

Todd reaches the stairwell that leads to the ground floor and he sees Dirk at the end of it, but something stops him. An ominous voice Todd doesn’t recognize.

“Hello, Project Icarus.” The voice says.

Todd has about half a second to wonder what the hell that means, until Dirk reacts.

“No..” Dirk whispers. “Leave me alone.” He says, but it comes out as more of a plea than an order.

A feeling of anxiety sets in Todd’s stomach. He’d come across all kinds of crazy people in the last few days, but none of them had made Dirk pale the way this man did.

“Svlad, we have to talk.” The man continues.

“That’s not my name anymore.” Dirk says defiantly.

Dirk isn’t his real name? Todd suddenly considers the things he knows about Dirk aside from his eccentric personality and comes up with nothing. He doesn’t really know anything about Dirk, or Svlad, or whatever his name was.

“Dirk then.” The man complies.

“I said leave me alone!” Dirk says with more power in his voice now.

Suddenly a man charges at Dirk and tackles him, both of them collapsing against the bottom stairs. Todd instinctively takes a rushed step forward, going through any self-defense techniques he’s seen on tv in his head, ready to pull the man off Dirk, but stops as the other man yells.

“Friedkin! Friedkin, goddamn it, get off him!” The first man orders.

Todd stays still, but on guard. These people were obviously not friends of Dirk’s and if the situation escalated, he would need help.

“He was escaping!” The younger man explains, still holding Dirk down.

“You release him now, soldier, that’s an order!” The older man yells.

Soldier? Who the hell are these people?

The man, the soldier, gets off Dirk and sits next to him on the stairs. Dirk scrambles to get up and basically wraps himself around the pole at the end of the staircase, grunting and panting franticly. He was obviously shaken, understandably so.

“Is this what you do now!? You just attack people!” Dirk screams once he’s recovered.

“Sorry, sir, I got confused.” The soldier says and gets up from the stairs and walks back to where Todd assumes his commanding officer is standing, out of view. Todd rolls his eyes.

“He seems like a winner!” Dirk comments sarcastically.

“Dirk, listen to me.” The older man says.

“Why? You have new lies to tell me?” Dirk comments.

Todd furrows his brow. What is Dirk’s history with this guy? In the short time he’s known Dirk, Todd’s never seen him so shaken or as defensive as he is around this guy. He lied to Dirk? About what?

“We need you to come back in for a debriefing.” The man says.

Debriefing? On what? Was Dirk… An agent of some sort? He couldn’t have been telling the truth about the CIA… He admitted it was a lie?

“Oh yes, why not, it’s only been sixteen years!” Dirk exclaims in frustration.

Sixteen years? Dirk must’ve been a teenager sixteen years ago? What kind of agency would employ a teenager? 

“Blackwing is under review. That’s why we bailed you out when the police brought you in. It’s the least you can do.” The man explains.

More and more questions form in Todd’s mind. What the hell is Blackwing? They bailed Dirk out?

“The least I could do?” Dirk repeats in disbelief. Dirk obviously didn’t think he owed these people anything. Todd started to feel like this situation was truly threatening.

“This is in your best interest.” The man says.

In Dirk’s best interest? Was Dirk in danger? Well, of course he was, Todd had experienced more danger in the short time he’d known Dirk than in his previous 30 something years of life, but was there more danger than he originally thought? Was someone specifically targeting Dirk?

To Todd’s surprise, his first thought was worry towards Dirk’s safety, not his own.

“You promised them something you couldn’t deliver. You promised me something and you couldn’t deliver.” Dirk says.

Todd frowns. This man had obviously hurt Dirk. Just a few minutes ago Todd couldn’t have imagined hearing the fear and bitterness in Dirk’s voice that was clearly present now. This made Todd worry.

“Dirk, I am not the enemy here.” The man says and takes a step closer to Dirk, now coming into Todd’s view too. Dirk quickly stands up and backs himself against the wall, like a scared animal. Todd suddenly feels the need to stand between Dirk and the man who scares him so.

“And you’re not a detective.” The man continues and Todd can see tears forming in Dirk’s eyes. “You’re going to get yourself hurt or killed if you-”

“I am on a case!” Dirk interrupts in a teary voice. “I have friends! And we found clues! We’re gonna solve a mystery! A real one! And some people think I’m a pretty good detective!” Dirk yells, the last words coming out shaky. He sounds like a child trying to defend himself to adults.

Dirk’s teary, shaky voice breaks Todd’s heart. Dirk takes so much pride in his title as a holistic detective and just earlier he told Todd how he was trying to live up to that title, and now this man was demeaning the thing Dirk put so much effort in? So much so that the man’s words made Dirk nearly cry? Now, Todd hadn’t exactly been on board this holistic detective train until a few minutes ago, but seeing the normally cheery, optimistic Dirk so sad and broken by just the sight of this man? It makes Todd’s blood boil.

Dirk kept panting and fighting tears as the man opened up his mouth again to speak, but suddenly Todd decided he’d had enough. He marched down the stairs, drawing the strange men and Dirk’s attention to him.

“Todd…” Dirk almost whispers, obviously surprised to see him.

“Who is this?” The man asks.

Dirk opens his mouth to speak but Todd beats him to it.

“I’m his friend. And I’d appreciate it if you left him the hell alone, now.” Todd says, coming to stand between Dirk and the man, trying his best to appear as intimidating as he could despite being the shortest of the four men.

Dirk looks at Todd, his eyes shining with unshed tears, his expression somewhere between shocked and grateful.

“This doesn’t concern you.” The man says.

“Like hell it doesn’t. I don’t appreciate people making my friends cry. Actually, I have a tendency to punch the daylights out of people who do that.” Todd replies.

“Todd.” Dirk says, his voice a clear warning, but Todd doesn’t break the intimidating staring contest with the older man.

“Do you want me to take him down, sir?” The younger man asks.

“No!” The older man and Dirk exclaim at the same time, the man’s voice giving out an order, Dirk’s tone more pleading.

“Dirk…” The man tries again.

“I suggest you get the hell out of here unless you want me to call the cops.” Todd says with no intention of actually doing so, since he is currently, possibly a murder suspect. “And I never wanna see your face here again. Or anywhere near Dirk for that matter.” Todd continues. 

The man seems unsure for a moment before nodding slowly. He walks towards the doors and then stops and turns back.

“I’m only trying to protect you, Dirk.” He says.

Dirk shakes his head behind Todd. “I don’t care. I don’t need you.” He says.

The man sighs and gestures for the younger man to follow him. Once both of them are out of the building, Todd turns towards Dirk.

“Are you okay?” Todd asks, adrenaline still burning in his body.

Dirk swallows. “Yes. Well, no. But yes. I’ll be fine.” Dirk mumbles. “Thank you, Todd.” He whispers.

Todd gives him a reassuring smile. “Sure.”

Dirk gives him a small smile, still a bit shaken from the interaction.

“Who the hell were those guys anyway?” Todd asks.

Dirk looks down at his feet. “It’s… A long story. And I’m afraid it’s not a happy one.” Dirk replies.

“Hey,” Todd says and places a comforting hand on Dirk’s shoulder, which gets Dirk to look up at him again. “It’s okay.” He promises. Dirk smiles a little more brightly this time.

Then Dirk sits back down on the bottom steps and sighs. Todd follows suit, sitting right next to Dirk and immediately placing his hand back on his shoulder. Dirk looks to Todd, as if to ask for permission. Todd gives him an encouraging nod.

Dirk takes a deep breath.

“They’re a part of a CIA operation called ‘Blackwing’…”

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if you have any fic ideas, please send me prompts! I’d love to write them. my inbox is open! xx

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[imaginethishoe]

Hey there lovelies. Here’s another request. I’m on my phone as of now, but I’ll do the hardcore editing when I get to a computer. Enjoy. (Expect a chapter of Unfaithful in the upcoming days)

Request: May I have a tommy request please? X3 Reader works for Alfie and is one of his loyalists workers, her hair short (pixie) and wears custom made suits that Alfie gave her so she feels more welcome. During a meeting tommy catches a look at her and is immediately interested on how a young woman (20) is in this line of work, Alfie notices and warns Tommy cause alfie and his men are protective of her but Tommy is smitten by her quick mind, fighting skills, and sassiness he can't help himself (> ♡ <)

Warnings: Just language

Not-So Dangerous Man

It was nearing 8 in the morning when I entered the bakery, a young man sitting behind the counter, covered from head to toe in white dust.

The room smelled sweet, full of different aromas that mingled together perfectly. My mouth watered as I scanned over the many baked goods that lined the display window.

“Good morning James.” I greeted the eager young lad. He looked up from his current task of kneading a freshly risen pile of dough to return my bright smile.

“Good morning Ms. Y/N.” I continued walking to the back after grabbing a small piece of cinnamon bread from the counter.

When I walked through the large door with the matching lock and down the cement stairs, the light and airy atmosphere was exchanged for a dark and heavy one.

Men paced back and forth, hauling barrels from one side of the underground warehouse to the other. Hats tipped as I strolled through. I stopped a few times, checking that none of these brutes were fucking up the next shipment.

After signing off on a few papers confirming that the whole order was right, I sent them off to load the boats.

“Don’t forget these Richie.” I said pointing to five barrels in the corner.

“Oh no, those are a gift. Mr. Solomons is giving ‘em to the Shelby’s.”

“Okay. Thank you.” I rolled my eyes as I stalked to Alfie’s office. Two men were standing outside of the door and I didn’t recognize either of them. When I tried to walk inside, they stopped me.

“There’s a meeting going on sweetie.” This one was cleanly shaven, his smirk seeming like it was a permanent fixture on his face.

“I’m well aware of that. Now get out of my way.” He laughed and looked over to the other man, a thick mustache growing under his nose.

“Just wait for it to be done little lady. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt.” I scoffed and forcefully pushed through them, ignoring their protests. They obviously didn’t want to put their hands on a woman so getting through wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be.

“Alfie, why in the hell are you giving five whole fucking barrels to the Shelby’s?” He was seated at his desk, a man directly across from him. The sound from the door was enough to make him stand up and draw his gun, pointing it at my head. Feeling the need to, I pulled the gun from my waistband, and pointed it at him.

I heard Alfie sigh.

“Eh, Thomas, this lady here is Y/N. And you see if you go on and shoot her for no good reason, right, I’m gonna have to go out and find another woman who can run my bloody bakery better than me, you see. And that’s not an easy task mate. Okay, So why don’t we all calm down, yeah?” I refused to lower my weapon before he did. Alfie looked between the two of us, his hands folded with his chin resting on his thumbs.

“Right. So I know you both are as stubborn as fucking bulls. But if one of you don’t put your guns down first, we’ll be here all week, won’t we? And I have no desire to be here for longer than the rest of this meeting.”

I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of his. He was looking me over, and I felt something in the pit of my stomach. Nerves?

He lowered his gun and placed it on the desk. “It’s nice to meet you Y/N.” I lowered my arm and put the gun back in the waistband of my trousers.

“Likewise Mr. Shelby.” He returned to his seat leaving me standing there, my previous question still looming in the air. “So are you going to answer me?”

“Well the bakery is now in business with the Shelby’s. Its something you’ve got to deal with love.”

“Oh, fuck off Alfie.” Tommy looked from me to Alfie and back again, no doubt stunned by the way I dared to speak to him.

“Where are you from Y/N?” Tommy asked me. I turned my attention towards him.

“Born and raised in the north of Birmingham. Why do you ask?” He chuckled and pulled a cigarette from his case.

“Because only a woman from Birmingham would dare speak to such a dangerous man like that.”

“Dangerous? Alfie wishes I was afraid of him.”

“Are you afraid of me?” I looked him over once more before smirking.

“Give me a reason to and maybe I will be.”

“Goodnight Mr. Solomons!” I called as I walked out of the door quickly, trying to avoid his protests of me walking home on my own. He always insisted I have one of his men with me. I’m a strong woman, and I don’t need a mans watchful eye on me at all times.

I walked through the large door that separated one bakery from another, saying goodnight to James as well.

I stepped outside and nearly jumped out of my skin.

“You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!” I yelled at the blue eyed man who stood less than a foot away, eyeing me.

“Im taking you out to dinner.” He said, pulling on his cigarette at a steady pace.

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t know what Y/N, but there’s something about you. I’m a man who knows many things, but I can’t seem to figure this out.”

“So you are demanding I go to dinner with you?” He chuckled and tossed the butt of his cig in the street.

“You don’t seem like the type ‘a woman who takes well to being demanded anything.” I slipped my coat over my arms after a cool breeze floated past.

“You are very right about that Mr. Shelby.” I began to walk away and towards my home.

“So what about dinner?” He shouted in my direction.

I stopped without turning around, so he couldn’t see the smile I was trying so desperately to hide.

“Pick me up here at six tomorrow.”

Without another word, I walked home reveled in the thought of Thomas Shelby- the Thomas Shelby- asking me on a date.

Not the best, but it’s all I could wring out right now.

Let me know what you think lovelies. I loveeeeee feedback.

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[come-join-themurder]

Obsessive - Part 22

How will Juice handle the threat made against him and the reader? (This will be multi parts so check back for my next installment. As always, if you want to be notified of my updates just let me know and I will message you when I post new chapters) **Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.

Juice Ortiz x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine) __________________

Happy showed back up at the clubhouse just before dark to pick you up, smiling when he realized you had gotten your keys back from Juice so you could drive your car. He thought it was weird, how Juice had acted today, asking him to watch you while he took care of some personal shit, but it was even weirder when he walked up to your apartment with you, only to find out from the prospect posted at the door that Juice was not home. 

As he had promised to stay close by, Happy walked inside with you, his eyebrows furrowing when you immediately bee-lined to your photos, fidgeting with them until they were just right and then retreating to the camera and lifting it to face the front door again.

“Did you do that?” Happy asked, still standing by the front door.

“No,” you sighed, “I don’t think Juice did either.” Happy just nodded, his eyes stoic as he stared back at you.

“Want spaghetti? I’m not really in the mood to clean up a huge mess tonight,” you asked and Happy gave you a small chuckle. “Haven’t you learned? We’ll eat anything.”

You managed to spare a small laugh as he plopped down at the kitchen table and you pulled out a large pot to boil water with, your mind overcome with thoughts of Juice.  

After you, Happy, and the prospects finished eating, a quiet affair as Juice was really the only one that felt it necessary to have conversation over dinner, Happy helped you clear the table, dismissing the prospects back to their posts. You glanced at the clock, noticing it was almost 9 now and Juice still hadn’t made it back you were worried and Happy could tell. “I’ll call him,” Happy spoke, walking to the door while he dialed his phone and stepped outside.

You tried to shake his behavior earlier out of your head but you couldn’t help but think he had regrets over the intimacy you shared as you went to take a shower, leaving Happy to his conversation outside.

When you stepped out of the shower you heard two voices inside and you were relieved to know that Juice had finally made it back. You dressed quickly and walked into the living room where Happy and Juice were standing, they stopped talking when they saw you and you smiled at them, “What’s wrong?” you asked and they just looked at each other before looking back at you and Juice looked down at his boots. “I’m gonna stay with you for a while so Juice can take care of some stuff,” Happy rasped and you tried desperately to cover your disappointment at his revelation.

“Um… Okay,” you answered and nodded at the two men before looking at Juice, “If you haven’t eaten, there are leftovers in the fridge.” You gave him a sad smile and he looked down again to avoid your eye contact so you looked back at Happy, “I’ll get you a fresh blanket and pillow,” you told him and he nodded. As you walked away you heard strained whispers between the two men who were obviously arguing over something, but you didn’t bother to try and listen in. All you wanted to do was go to bed and hope that tomorrow things between you and Juice were back to how they were this morning.

At some point during the night you heard voices and movement throughout your apartment and, already frustrated about the fact that you were now sleeping alone, you decided to get up and showcase your displeasure at being roused. You stepped into the living room just in time to see Happy leaving and you turned to the couch to see Juice sitting there. He was obviously upset that you had awakened as he rubbed his hands over his face before looking back at you. “Everything okay?” he asked, feigning annoyance but you could tell something else was going on. “Where’s Happy going?” “Club business,” Juice replied, leaning back on the couch and looking away from you to the TV which was on with no sound. “Is he going to be back tonight?” you asked, folding your arms as you stood only 8 feet away from him, but felt as though you were miles away. “Doubt it,” was Juice’s short reply.

That was it. You were done with whatever game he was playing. You needed answers.

“Juice….” you trailed off but he interrupted you, “--Just go back to sleep, (Y/N).” You pursed your lips and stared back at him, “Fine. Come with me,” you ordered and he huffed loudly and sat up. “I can’t do that.” “Why?” You uncrossed your arms and they fell to your sides.....

Juice’s phone rang at midnight and Chibs was on the other end. “Is Hap with ye, Juice?”

“Yeah he’s here. Why?”

“He’s no’ answerin’ his phone. We need ‘im here at the clubhouse. Now,” Chibs urged.

“He’s probably got it silenced,” Juice reasoned, “I’ll send him to you.” “Thanks Juicey boy,” Chibs finished and hung up the phone. Juice stood from his spot in front of your door, pulling out his keys and unlocking the door, an attempt to make as little noise as possible. He told Happy that Chibs needed him at the clubhouse, asking him to send a prospect up on his way out and he nodded before leaving. As soon as Juice had plopped down on the couch, there you were, standing in the living room with him, looking at him with that cute little pout. He hated seeing you upset but he had a feeling it was only about to get worse as you questioned him. Finally you asked him to come to bed with you, a bold move for you, he thought, as you were normally a bit more shy. He wanted to say yes so bad, to take you to bed and lay with his arms wrapped around you. He wanted to keep you safe and secure, but he knew he couldn’t until he knew whether or not the threat that had been made against him was real. When you asked him why he couldn’t come with you, he knew he only had one chance of separating himself from you. God he didn’t want to hurt your feelings but it was his only option at this point to push you away. He just hoped you could forgive him when all of this was over…

“Because, (Y/N). I don’t want to,” he spoke matter-of-factly.

“Did I….” you trailed off, trying to understand what was happening, your voice just a whisper, “...Did I do something wrong?” “No,” he responded bluntly, “I did.”

You stared back at him and waited for him to elaborate and he sighed, clearly aggravated with you as you felt a lump forming in your throat, “I should never have slept with you. It was a mistake.” “Juice, I--”

“--No, (Y/N), stop. You were mistake,” he could feel his voice falter as he tried to spit the lie from his mouth, ”It shouldn’t have happened and now it's over. Go back to bed. Please,” he finished. The exasperation you heard in his voice was so strong that you couldn’t even form a rebuttal anymore. As tears began to fill your eyes and your bottom lip subconsciously poked out, you nodded sadly before turning abruptly and rushing back to your room. You did not want Juice Ortiz to see you crying over him.

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