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anabsolutetrainwreck · 3 years

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i can hate you sometimes || h. styles

warnings: pre-covid, mentions of sex, swearing, kissing

word count: 2.2k

summary: you and harry have mutual friends, but that doesn’t mean you two are friends. but when harry gets caught in the rain and you’re the closest person he can turn to, it makes for a much more awkward night...

Though you could respect Harry’s artistic abilities when it came to creating music, you could barely tolerate him as a person. Likewise, he wasn’t at all too fond of you. You shared friends in common, which often unfortunately resulted in many a night out with him and your mutual friends.

Yes, Harry was a respectful man. That was perhaps the one thing you could say didn’t irritate you about him. Everything else, the subtle cockiness he played off as jokes; the incessant need to be centre of attention; the bloated ego, which left him thinking he was above everyone else, all of that stuff, you couldn’t stand. But he wasn’t going to stop you from enjoying time with your friends, so you continued to go out drinking with them or go out for big meals with them or on lavish holidays with them. Unfortunately, he had the same mindset. You were both very stubborn.

Going out with your friends when Harry was there seemed like a difficult task at first. But if you sat at the opposite end of the table or stayed fairly distant in a club, the night tended to run smoothly. The one time you’d been left alone was around a year ago when you and Harry had gone out for dinner with Sarah and Mitch. Sarah had gone to the toilet and Mitch had gone to pay the bill. It had been two or three minutes maybe, but it felt like long, excruciating hours. Days, even. You’d distracted yourself by finishing off your wine and trying hard to look anywhere but in Harry’s direction. He’d busied himself with his phone and trying hard to look anywhere but your direction. But, either way, it had been perhaps the most awkward experience of your life.

And now, on a quiet Sunday evening, you found yourself preparing some pasta. Your dog, albeit too big for his own good, was curled up in front of the fireplace. You had your laptop set up on your coffee table, your classical music playlist floating through your house.

It had begun raining heavily about five minutes ago. The droplets were pelting down on your large windows. You had some candles set up and a glass of wine waiting for you on the coffee table in your living room. It was the perfect romantic evening for one.

A knock on your front door took your attention from the boiling water before you. You quickly jogged through to your hallway, opening the door. And, much to your surprise and perhaps disappointment, you were met with the face of Harry Styles. “Can I help you?” you asked, staring at him expectantly.

He sighed, almost embarrassed to ask, but said, “Can I stop at yours until the rain passes?”

You looked him up and down. Stop at yours? Why did that send your stomach into a state of flutters? “Just get an uber,” you said firmly.

He winced, “My phone’s dead. Can you at least let me charge it so I can get an uber?”

You weren’t a fan of Harry (biggest understatement of the year), but that didn’t mean you were an utter asshole. Of course you would let him stop at yours for a little while. Anyone would, right? You sighed, making sure he knew this was a reluctant decision of yours, “Sure.”

He thanked you as he shuffled into your house. He removed his coat and hung it up on your coat rack. Quietly, he followed you into your living room. “Here,” you said curtly, passing him one of your spare chargers.

The entire exchange was even more awkward than last year’s meal with Sarah and Mitch. Benny, your dog, was quite clearly enthralled about the arrival of Harry. He jumped up at the brunette man, his tongue hanging loose. As you tended to your exuberant pasta meal, you could hear Harry petting Benny.

On the few occasions Harry had met Benny, he loved the dog. But, Benny was a dog after all and it was hard to hate a dog. Especially one as lovable and as cuddly as Benny. Harry’s footsteps became louder as he entered the kitchen, Benny, tail wagging, not far behind. It was only when you looked up did you notice Harry carrying your laptop with him. Your first instinct was to tell him to put it the fuck down; it was your laptop - you paid good money for it. But something seemed to stop you from snapping at the man, who was soaked from the rain, in front of you. Usually, you struggled with biting your tongue around Harry. He was just infuriating. “Can I please put something else on?” he asked, gesturing to the screen, which had Spotify open.

You shrugged. You weren’t that bothered if he wasn’t in the mood to listen to your collection of great classical records. It was his loss. Besides, your pasta was nearly finished and then you’d dish it up and settle down in front of the tv. “Sure.”

There was a moment of silence after he’d paused to whatever piece was playing. “What’s this?” his voice came suddenly.

You knew exactly what he’d found. And you practically kicked yourself for forgetting you had it. It was your playlist, simply titled ‘sex’. A sex playlist. A playlist for sex. “I didn’t take you as the type to have a designated sex playlist,” he said, smirking.

“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” you grumbled, your cheeks heating up.

“Clearly. Some interesting choices on here, Y/N. Not as many of mine as I thought there’d be,” he said.

There was none. None of Harry’s songs on your sex playlist and, if he was being honest, it kind of irritated him slightly. The thought of you having sex to his voice was an enriching one. But what most definitely pissed him off, was the sight of a couple Liam Payne songs and a few of Zayn’s. “I didn’t think Sign of the Times was right for the occasion,” you shrugged. “Do you want some pasta?”

“If there’s some going,” he said quickly. “I do have other songs you know. Besides, Sign of the Times is a great sex song. Starts off slow, builds to a climax...”

You turned to look at him. Only then did you realise you were actually having this conversation with him. Still, you pressed on. “All songs build to a climax one way or another. It’s called a crescendo.”

“Yeah, I know what it’s fucking called,” he sighed. “I’m the musician here.”

“And yet you can’t appreciate classical music. Anyway, if you’re so convinced you have good sex songs, name a few,” you challenged.

He spoke as he followed you through to the living room. You set his bowl of pasta (you always had a habit of making your portions way too large) down on the coffee table beside the candles and wine. “Okay, Kiwi.”

You hummed in thought, “What if I want something a little slower? Like, Kiwi could totally ruin the mood.”

He shifted in his seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his phone light up, signalling it had at least a little bit of power. But now he was eating your fresh pasta and discussing sex songs with you, and frankly, he didn’t want to leave. “Woman? You can’t tell me you’ve never had sex with Woman playing,” he said.

“Well, I can. So I will: I’ve never had sex with Woman playing,” you replied; you liked this game.

“Okay, come on. She is the perfect sex song,” he said smugly.

Now this one tripped you up. Because you’d had sex to She before. It had come on when the guy you were sleeping with asked if he could shuffle his playlist. She had come on second, maybe. And those six minutes had been the best of your life. You told yourself it was just the guy you were seeing at the time, and he certainly didn’t mind the compliment. But, in hindsight, you realised it was probably the fact that Harry was singing about living in daydreams in the background. In that moment, the sex hadn’t even been at the forefront of your mind. It was his fucking velvet voice. “I wouldn’t know.”

He smirked, “You’ve had sex to She, haven’t you?”

“No.”

“You have! I knew it.”

“Piss off, Harry.”

You hoped your nonchalant replies would be enough to deter his attention from the subject at hand. But alas, he didn’t seem to pick up on it. That, or he was deliberately ignoring your tone. You were beginning to regret letting Harry into your house. And you weren’t afraid to tell him so. “I wish I’d just left you in the rain.”

He scoffed, “That’s not very nice, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes at him, making sure he saw. God, you could really hate him sometimes. “Harry, we’re literally discussing my sex life. It’s none of your business. And a bit personal, don’t you think? You don’t even know my surname.”

You got to your feet and made your way through to the kitchen, placing your empty bowl in the sink. You could hear him behind you, you just wanted to turn around and tell him to give you a moment to yourself. He was like a puppy. Before you had the chance to do so, you felt him lean over, placing his bowl beside yours. He was so close.

Turning around slowly, you were met with him. He was there, right there. You looked up at him. He wasn’t moving. You were torn between pushing past him, making sure he knew you were angry and staying for a while, basking in the sexual tension that was buzzing around in the air. “I do know your surname,” was all he said.

He was so close, his eyes exploring your face as if he’d never seen it before. Trapped between Harry and the kitchen counter, you’d fantasised about this moment for ages. Harry’s face a mere few centimetres away from your own. You could feel his breath on your face. It was warm, welcoming. “Do you?” you choked out.

He nodded slightly. The revelation of Harry knowing your surname was almost surprising to you. You didn’t think he paid that much attention to anything that had something to do with you. Up until this point, standing in your kitchen, neither of you daring to make the first move, you’d thought he only knew your first name because he was obliged to.

You both yearned the simple delight of the other’s touch. All the pent up sexual tension from the last years, longing looks disguised as glares of disgust and the little snarky remarks used as an excuse to talk to each other, all of that began unravelling at the seams. He looked at you and you looked at him, both of you daring the other to make the first point of euphoric contact. “Harry,” you forced out quietly, hoping he’d take that as a sign that he could touch you, kiss you, anything.

“What do you want?” he hummed gently. “What can I give you?”

“Just kiss me.”

You were also embarrassed that, after years of suppressing your enrapturing feelings, you were asking him to kiss you. And still, he didn’t touch you. It was like he was playing some sick game with you. And then the dreadful thought that he might just be doing all of this to give him a means to mock you in the future. If that was the case, he’d have the perfect upper hand over you. “Do you still wish you’d left me in the rain?” he asked, almost taunting you as he left you practically begging for his touch.

You shook your head, “No, no. God, no. Harry, please.”

“Anything you want, darling.”

“Kiss me.”

“Only if you’re sure you want me to.”

“I do, Harry. Please.”

And when he was sure he had your definite consent, he didn’t waste another moment. He placed his large hand on your cheek, the tips of his fingers buried in your hair. His lips on yours was perhaps the most perfect form of ecstasy. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, tilting your head up to meet his, you were sure you’d travelled to some distant infatuating dreamland you only ever hear about.

Reluctantly, you pulled away, panting slightly, “Don’t go.”

“What?”

“Don’t get an uber. Stay with me tonight.”

A smile crept its way up into Harry’s features. He tried to hide how elated he was that you’d proposed he spend the night with you. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips, which were parted slightly. All he wanted to do was indulge his need for your perfect taste all night. From the moment the sky went from the most divine lavender colour to the most starry black, to the moment it turned back to the most marvellous oranges and reds in the waking of the sun. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that to me.”

part two.

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spiderling-space · 3 years

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Hi, could you please write a headcanon for a Mc who is the daughter of Thor from Next Avengers: Heroes of Tomorrow and the dorm leaders reaction to this. If it is possible thank you.

OMG!!!! The Next Avengers isn’t known a lot and I didn’t expect to receive a request from it. I suggest checking out their comics too. I enjoyed both the movie and comics but I am based and it made a major ship of mine canon. I’ll leave their comics look under the cut.

I’ll refer MC as Torunn for this request. It’s been over 6 years that I watched this so I might have forgotten her characteristics.

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle thought Torunn was only a trouble maker who loves to brawl which encourages Ace and Deuce more. He cannot allow that so he tries to talk with Torunn to adapt more appropriate manners.

He sees that his talk backfires when she comes with her giant sword to Heartslabyul. Riddle starts “Queen of Hearts Rule #666 says that you cannot use a sword bigger than -” but he is interrupted by her. HE is furious as it is also against the rules “I’m not using it, I’m just holding it. If I used it” she summons lightning which freaks him out “it would be Mjölnir”

Riddle thinks of adding a few new rules to Heartslabyul such as “No lightning summoning in Heartlabyul” and “No Mjölnir in the dorm” just for Torunn. He doesn’t like how she got around the rules, accidentally asking it out and embarrassing himself and unfortunately Torunn heard it, answering his stupid question.

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Leona Kingscholar

When Leona first saw Torunn at the entrance ceremony, he thought she is a twink. His opinion on her changes when she plays Magift with her friends against Savanclaw.

If he didn’t have a plan in motion, he would have asked Torunn to transfer to Savanaclaw to play in his team against Diasomnia. He thinks she would have countered the Lizard and Savanaclaw would have won.

Even after the whole Magift tournament, he makes Ruggie ask her to join Magift club. She may not be a player but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t be useful to train against as a practice for the next year’s Magift. He even encourages her to use her full powers to learn how to counter lightning when fighting against the Lizard in Magift.

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Azul Ashengrotto

Azul didn’t think much of Torunn until she became a torn at his side. He thought he can trick her into a contract easily but some unforeseeable events happened. First she cares about her friends more than he predicted and second, she is a deity. He learns about the later when she puts her fist fast on the coffee table which breaks while all the electricity in Monstro Lounge goes out, yet Torunn’s eyes are glowing and small lightnings appear on her arms.

He may want the deed of Ramshackle dorm but he knows it is not wise to piss off a deity who can manipulate the electricity, is super powerful and probably has lightning powers. He releases her friends from his servitude and tries to find new ways to get deed of Ramshackle.

After the overblot incident, there is no bad blood between them and he thinks Torunn as close associate. He hires her to generate enough energy for Mostro Lounge to use every few days. The amount he pays to Torunn is far less than his electricity bill. He even thinks of hiring her for Octavinelle’s whole energy need.

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Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is ever the friendly person. When he first meets Torunn, he invites her to the feast. When Torunn says his feast reminds him of the feasts of Asgard with plenty of food and people, he says “I don’t know what you mean but thank you.” She then adds that she has never seen that feast while she struggled with her made-up family in the world Ultron ruled.

When her words register with Kalim, it touches his heart. He says he didn’t mean to upset her and apologizes. He asks the reason behind it and sheds tears when he hears her story. He promises to be her friend as long as she is in Twisted Wonderland.

To disperse the sad aura, Kalim offers to ride with flying carpet. Torunn accepts and they fly together. When they reached the peak, Torunn jumps, giving Kalim a heart attack but then she starts flying. They return to Scarabia dorm while flying together. He asks if she can fly them together because he wonders what it is like to fly without any object.

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Vil Schönheit

Vil is never going to admit but he is jealous about Torunn’s skin and hair. She has flawless skin and perfect hair even though he has never seen nor heard that she puts a lot of work on herself.

He wonders her secret and bluntly asks her self-care routine and what she uses for her skin and hair.

When Vil doesn’t get actual, he is annoyed, thinking that she is making fun of him. Then Torunn says “Probably because I’m Asgardian, Midgardians refer us as gods.” casually. Well, at least being a God which Vil can accept as an excuse is a better explanation than Neige’s “I’m not doing anything”

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Idia Shroud

It is weird for Idia as his family are the ones that referred as Gods and his uncle is the thunder God.

When he learns she is the daughter of the thunder god, he thinks they can be cousins from parallel universe. He is relieved that is not the case when she tells him about her family and Asgard.

A plan formulates in Idia’s mind when it clicks that Torunn would be as powerful as Olympian ones. He asks if she can fight wrestle with his annoying cousin in RSA. He would film the entire thing and watch whenever he wants a laugh.

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Malleus Draconia

When Malleus saw her for the first time, he thought her sword was just a regular sword but bigger than the one Sebek and Silver use.

He is in one of his nightly walks when he spots Torunn rise to the sky, lightning surrounding her, not harming her. He is curious about her, she was supposed to be magicless then how she can do these. As far as he knew, humans cannot fly.

Malleus asks how she was able to fly and evaded the lightning. She tells that she is the daughter of Thor the thunder God and has inherited his powers. She demonstrates her skills with her sword, summoning lightning with it. He is amazed by her skills and happy that he wouldn’t hurt her if he accidentally summons lightning when he is moody.

Malleus also thinks about a new nickname for Torunn as “Child of Man” wouldn’t fit her. Maybe “Child of Asgard” or “Child of God” would be better. He needs some time to think about it.

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sserpente · 4 years

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A/N: Random idea. Very fluffy. A little awkward… probably what would actually happen if you took Loki to a thermal bath spa when you are seriously crushing on him… enjoy! ;-)

Words: 4087 Warnings: a lot of fluff, sexual themes, implied smut

Birthdays were special—or at least, they should be. For the last decade, however, your own reflection in the mirror had been the only one wishing you a happy birthday. You had grown used to it. Loneliness was not so bad once you learned how to deal with the ache in your heart. But perhaps this year could be different, even though by now, you avoided telling the people in your life about your date of birth.

You had joined the Avengers a little over eight months now—and even though they were all nice and kind, there was only one other person you truly connected with. Loki. The man who had, only a few years ago, attempted to subjugate the entire planet. You shook your head quickly. It had not been his fault, not entirely. He had suffered under Thanos’ torments as much as you had been suffering under your loneliness. He was lonely too. Thor was his brother but he was no longer a friend, not really. The distance between them, albeit not physical, felt heart-breaking to even watch.

Surely, Loki would not be opposed to joining you in the thermal bath spa today. You intended to treat yourself, clandestinely and quietly, for your birthday. Having Loki with you—the man you could not only spend countless sleepless nights with talking about life, desires and fears but also caused your reoccurring and uncontrollable wet dreams. Seeing him shirtless for almost an entire day would put the cherry on top of your imaginary birthday cake.

Cautiously, you knocked on his door, your bag already packed. You would not need more than a book to relax with, some snacks (some of which were healthier than others), a towel and another bikini to change into, especially since the exclusive sauna was a no-clothing area anyway. Oh… if you got Loki to join you there…

“Yes…?” Loki’s disinterested face practically lit up when he realised it was you who had knocked. Smiling, you squeezed yourself through the gap.

“Hi.”

“Good morning.” He frowned, eyeing your bag. “Are you going somewhere?”

“I am, and I was wondering if you would like to join me. I’m heading to a local thermal bath spa to relax a little. You know… whirlpools, saunas, massages…”

Intrigued, he leaned forward. He remembered receiving positively amazing massages from Asgardian therapists in the palace when he was younger. They had worked wonders on his exhausted muscles after his training with Thor.

“Who else is coming?” He asked.

“No one. Just you and me.”

The God of Mischief smirked. “Very well.”

It had taken him time to warm up to you, and he had not just once questioned your intentions and sincerity. It warmed your heart, seeing him blithe, cheeky and curious now whenever the two of you were together. It almost felt like catching glimpses of his old, light-hearted self—before he had found out he was a Frost Giant; and that his whole life had been but a lie.

Loki had a good heart—he merely protected it well.

“Are you telling me we are going to share these pools with other people?!” He exclaimed in a downright horrified manner as you walked past the first swimming area to the reception.

“Oh… yes.” You giggled. “I’m afraid so, the spa is open for other customers too, after all. I’ve booked a booth all for myself… so we’ll have as much privacy as possible, alright? Hi!” You smiled at the receptionist who gave you a court nod.

“I’ve made a reservation, the name is (Y/L/N).”

“Oh yes, Ms (Y/L/N), you’re right on time. Please, let me escort you and your partner to your booth. Inside, you’ll find our welcome package, including champagne and the hot chocolate for your massage. If you need anything else, you can pay with your bracelets which will also give you access to our sauna world. Any purchases made will be added to your bill when you check out, other than that… we’re happy to help if you are experiencing any problems.” The words bubbled from her mouth like the gushing waterfall in the whirlpool area.

“Oh, uh, yes, thank you.” You stuttered. You blinked, blushing furiously. Loki spoke up as soon as she was gone and left you to change into your complementary bathrobes.

“Hot chocolate… for our massage?”

“Um… yeah… the package I booked to get this booth is intended for couples, usually.” You had almost forgotten about that when you decided to invite Loki this morning… Well, at least, the booth was nice. Opaque and dimly lit, it reminded you of an indoor-tipi. Inside, a giant round mattress took most of the space, along with a small table with, like the receptionist had promised, the hot chocolate and a bottle of champagne with two glasses.

“Ah. I see.”

Your heart skipped a beat, no, several at once, when Loki’s blue gaze met yours. If only he knew about your wet dreams… with a sigh, you undressed until all there was left was your bikini. You truly couldn’t wait to dive into the whirlpool first thing before your massage appointments, but what you were looking forward to even more was spending an entire day with Loki completely shirtless.

You gulped, quietly, when he followed your example. Quite hilariously, he had been rather unfamiliar with the concept of swimwear. On Asgard, nudity was rarely frowned upon when it came to bathing, whether it was a giant bathtub or a lake—still, Loki had always had the privilege of complete privacy as a prince, so he had told you.

He had refused to borrow one of Tony’s bathing trunks and instead opted for magic. Now, all he was left wearing were a pair of black swimming trunks with green and gold accents, complimenting his pale, yet well-defined and muscly chest.

“Do you like what you are seeing, my dear?” Blinking, you cleared your throat, quickly looking away. You blushed again, causing the God of Mischief to chuckle to himself. He truly was a tease. By now, you had learned this much—Loki was constantly torn between his smugness and confidence because of his physical superiority over you and his own shyness and insecurities whispering to him that as a Jötun, who would ever find him attractive compared to the mighty Thor?

You longed to prove him a lot more often he was indeed a lot more handsome than the Thunderer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said finally, his cheeky grin growing even wider when you grabbed a towel and headed for the whirlpools. Loki followed you amused.

“Loki…?”

“Yes, my dear?”

You had been watching him, secretly of course, for the past twenty minutes now. How his muscles danced when he leaned back and closed his eyes, arms spread on the edge of the whirlpool and his Adam’s apple moving slightly when he swallowed… his wet body shimmering in the dim light of the spa… focus.

“Is there a reason nobody else is willing to join us in this particular whirlpool?” He really liked this one. For the past hour, you had been trying them all out. You could tell he preferred those with lower water temperatures. Oddly, however, other customers practically seemed to avoid the pool. Granted, some of them might have recognised him… but surely not all of them.

“I would never…” He teased, opening one eye and glaring at you mischievously. You grinned, shaking your head. For Heaven’s sake, you would only love to swim over to him and sit on his lap, find out what it would feel like to straddle him and to explore his muscles with your wet palms… but you would probably freak him out if you did. Loki had never indicated he had a romantic, let alone sexual interest in you. Your wet dreams would most likely remain just that—dreams. Wishful thinking. You sighed, taking a peek at the huge clock on the wall.

“We have one and half more hours until our massages. I’m gonna dry off and head to the sauna for a bit but you can stay here if you like.”

“No,” he replied quickly. “I will join you.”

You climbed out of the whirlpool with a smile, your body, instead of freezing, growing hot as soon as you heaved yourself out of the water. The cool air should have made you shiver, yet you felt your back burning. Loki was watching you, you were sure of it. Intently.

You returned to your private booth to put on your bathrobe, with Loki following you suit. It was nice and warm inside, perfect for a short break.

“Ugh, stupid hair…” Grumbling to yourself, you struggled to make your wet ponytail presentable again. The God of Mischief chuckled and raised an eyebrow, a cheeky smirk tugging at his lips.

“Come.” He said, reaching out for you. Blinking, and ignoring your rapid heartbeat, you obeyed. He made you turn around so you were sitting between his legs, holding onto his thigh for support. You had expected so much out of this spa visit with Loki… but not that you would become so aroused throughout the day. This man could be breathing peacefully and it would make you horny. For Heaven’s sake…

You almost purred when he suddenly ran his long fingers through your wet streaks to untangle it a little. He removed the hair tie easily and soon began to part your hair in three. Before you even realised what he was doing, he was already braiding it neatly.

“You… wow. Thank you. How do you know how to do that?” And how do I get you to do this more often? His fingers had felt wonderfully in your hair and on your scalp. You could only imagine him pampering other parts of your body…

“I used to do it for my mother as a child. I always came to hide with her in her dressing room. It somehow calmed me down whenever Thor and his friends… never mind.”

Turn around, a seductive voice in your head screamed. Turn around and kiss him, now! But you did no such thing. Instead, you darted away from him as if stung by an adder, much to his surprise.

“S-sauna.” You said quickly. “ Loki nodded, eyes, however, widening fast when you started taking off your bikini under the bathrobe.

“What are you doing now?”

“Uh, there are no clothes allowed in the sauna.” You mumbled in response, curious about how he would react.

Gosh, ever since your arrival, you were torn between seduce him and pounce on him and run away screaming. You just couldn’t decide… in fact… in fact you wished he would just pull you on his lap and kiss you senseless.

“You mean to run around naked? Among strange men?” He countered as he approached you slowly. He looked good in that white bathrobe, it complemented his wet raven hair… argh, focus! Loki sounded almost… possessive. A sign? Would he kiss you? Pretty please with a cherry on top? Perhaps you should just tell him it was your birthday and ask for a proper kiss as your birthday gift.

“I do it all the time, Loki. No one cares about the nudity in there. Besides, it’s rather dark in the cabins. I understand if you don’t want to do it though, you don’t have to come with me, I can—”

The God of Mischief snorted. “I am not letting you go there alone.”

You paused, mid-sentence, a smile tugging at your lips. Now you couldn’t just kiss him but at least, you could hug him. Loki always acted like he hated the physical affection you often showered him with but in that aspect, he was a bad liar. A sigh escaped his lips when he reciprocated your hug and wrapped his arms around your body. It was so tiny compared to his, the urge to protect growing within him like an ancient, primal need. Mine… he blinked.

Oh no, you were a mortal. He would not make the same mistake as his brother and fall for a woman who would die centuries before him.

“Let us go.” He had not told you yet but he was not overly fond of saunas. He was familiar with the concept, of course—steam baths and alike—but had usually avoided them back on Asgard. It wasn’t until he had found out he was a Frost Giant that he realised why he despised the heat so much and yet… he was willing to sweat with discomfort just so he could see your half-naked, no, all naked body all wet and warm and… Loki cleared his throat and let go of you like a piece of blistering firewood. Mutely, he followed you to the sauna world and used his bracelet to get inside.

He already longed to snap the necks of the men turning around to glare at you hungrily when you both entered, his left hand jerking slightly as he almost brought it to the small of your back to show them you were taken. They glanced away again quickly, realising Loki was not to be meddled with.

As soon as the two of you had disappeared into one of the cabins—an empty one, much to his relief—he flicked his wrist. A green, barely visible shimmer of light surrounded the opaque door. No one else would get to explore your naked body with their eyes now—only him.

Only then did he start to feel the gravity of the heat around him. It enveloped him, slowed him down… he took a deep, disgusted breath.

You shouldn’t be shy. Fuck it. Drop your towel. So you did, avoiding Loki’s heated gaze on you as you did and sat down. While part of you meant to lean back and present your breasts to him temptingly, another wanted you to cover yourself up again this instant. You looked up and…

Loki’s lips were parted. He didn’t even think about removing the towel around his hips. Instead, his greedy gaze wandered up and down your body, slowly and intimately. You gulped. It took him a moment to pick himself up.

Then, finally, he slowly removed his own towel, revealing the sight of his member. You swallowed thickly. He was big. Bigger than the average man, even in his soft state. Loki sat down next to you, another mischievous smirk playing on his lips. He knew. He bloody knew. He must have… right?

With any other Avengers, this situation would have been super awkward and strange but with Loki… it was peaceful. Neither of you felt ashamed to be naked around the other, no sounds disrupting the silence. The heat felt amazing, sweating all negative energy from your system even better. There was only the steam hissing in the background, the rapid beating of your own heart and Loki, panting frantically. Panting?

“Loki? Are you okay?”

“I feel fine.” He lied. You flinched when you looked over to him. Loki was blue, his eyes glowing red in the dimly lit sauna and his bare chest decorated with dozens of ridges you longed to trace with your fingertips.

“You’re blue!”

Taken aback, the God of Mischief gazed down at himself, jumping up as if stung by an adder as soon as he realised.

“A-are you okay?”

“Fine,” he choked out. You barely had a chance to reply before he stormed out of the sauna.

“Loki! Loki, wait!” Grabbing your towel before you could dart after him, you clumsily wrapped it around your body to cover yourself up. Loki had disappeared into the shower room.

He glared at you from the corner of his eye when he saw you approaching him slowly—ignoring the other naked man taking a shower as cool as you please. The pattering of the water onto the wet files echoing through the room pierced your ears the closer you came but you barely even registered it. Loki was leaning against the wall, palms pressed flatly against it. He looked normal again. Not blue.

“You were not supposed to see that.” He growled quietly. Hesitatingly, you put one of your hands on his shoulder blade. He had no idea how this could have even happened. His body reacted to the cold. To objects of Jötun origin, not to heat and hot air. It must have been a defence mechanism to cope with the sudden temperature change…

“It doesn’t matter, Loki. I knew about… well.”

“You knew I am a monster? A wolf in sheep’s clothing?” He snapped bitterly.

“I knew you were a Frost Giant. You’re not a monster. You haven’t eaten me yet, have you?” You joked, waiting for him to reply. When he said nothing, you took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Loki, I didn’t think the heat would do… this. Are you… are you sure you’re okay? I don’t want to spend the rest of my birthday in the hospital.” Even though you were fairly certain a regular hospital could barely help the God of Mischief. You should have considered his race when suggesting the sauna. Why, for Heaven’s sake, hadn’t he refused to come with you? To… protect you, maybe? From other, greedy men? Your pussy clenched at the mere thought of it.

“What did you just say?”

“W-what? Nothing.” Shit.

“Your birthday. You said it was your birthday.”

Defeated, you gave him a court nod and shrugged innocently. “It… it is. That’s why I wanted to come here today, relax a little… and spend time with you. Let’s just… go back to our booth and forget this happened, alright?”

She is not afraid of you. She does not hate you. She is not disgusted. The thoughts tumbled through Loki’s head like a house of twigs collapsing in on itself. She wants to spend her birthday with you.

He nodded mutely, for once at loss for words, and followed you. He had sworn to himself to not make the same mistake as his brother, besides, a mortal was no match for him… right? How soon, however, would he once again find someone who liked his company simply for the sake of it? Someone who would spend their most important day with him of all people? Someone who did not despise his true nature? Perhaps… perhaps, he should reconsider.

Hungry for a snack to stifle the shock, you reached into your bag to retrieve a package of marshmallows once you were back in your private booth. It was your birthday, after all. You could have some additional calories today if you weren’t going to get any cake. Apart from that, you needed something to munch on, even after admiring Loki’s backside… and his very impressive manhood. You wondered, briefly, if his cock was covered in ridges too when he was in his Jötun form… and how they would feel inside of you. You should have looked down when you had the chance. Licking your lips with a hum in a weak attempt to distract yourself from your naughty thoughts, you ripped open the package and fished one of the marshmallows out.

In the meantime, Loki opened the champagne bottle and poured you both a glass.

“And what is that supposed to be?” He said as he handed you one of them.

“Marshmallows? You’ve never had marshmallows before?”

“No…” He responded slowly, rather suspicious towards the white sugar clumps.

“They’re sweet and soft and… here.” Unceremoniously, you dipped it into the hot chocolate. It shouldn’t go to waste, now should it? “Eat.”

Loki obeyed, still in doubt but he soon hummed in approval when he let it disappear in his mouth. “Delicious… Tell me, what was that hot chocolate intended for, initially?” He asked curiously when he had swallowed, nodding at it before taking a sip of his champagne.

“Um… well…”

Impatiently, he raised an eyebrow.

“It’s for, uh, couple massages. You know… you’re supposed to use the chocolate for… as…”

“Massage oil?” He finished your sentence with a nod. His blue eyes locked with yours, making your heart pound in your chest. By the Norns, he should have read the signs earlier. The way you looked at him—both shyly and provocatively at the same time… the way your breath caught in your lungs whenever he touched you, even if it was in the most innocent and decent way possible. You made him laugh, too. It had been a while since he had laughed, from all his heart.

“Hmm, I see. Well, perhaps you were wrong, my dear.” He mused and put his glass away, making his decision there and then. “Perhaps I will eat you after all.”

He smirked—maliciously at that when your eyes widened and he crawled up to you on the huge mattress, right until he towered above you. Unceremoniously, he reached for the hot chocolate and inhaled deeply. The scent was infatuating—Loki’s hungry glare, however, even more so.

“L-Loki… what are you doing?”

His lips parted, one of his hands reaching up to caress your cheek. You shivered, desire and affection rippling through you. What was happening here?

You couldn’t help it. Your eyes wandered down to his lips. What would it feel like to press your lips against his? What would it feel like… oh. He was kissing you. A moan escaped your throat when his mouth came crashing down on yours, kissing you gently at first and then, devouring your lips like his last meal. Your languishing glance, so it seemed, was all the invitation he had needed. Loki’s hands set your body on fire, exploring every inch of your skin, stroking your neck, your arms, your chest…

You squealed when he undid the messy knot you had tied into your towel, leaving you completely exposed beneath him. Once more, his blue eyes appeared to ravish you whole. Then, suddenly, you both witnessed and felt him pouring the warm chocolate over your chest and breasts, your already hardening nipples reacting to the sweet liquid immediately. Oh my… God…

You couldn’t have imagined it to be like this in your wildest dreams. Goose bumps lingered wherever his fingertips ghosted over your body, the droplets of chocolate tickling where they trailed down your sides, threatening to stain the mattress. Your breath was trembling from desire by the time Loki lowered his head to your body and finally released your now swollen lips, instead tending to the warm and sweet mess he had created on your upper body. His tongue darted out as he hummed in joyful anticipation, patiently licking you clean.

Your back arched, hips bucking up towards him and grazing his crotch. It was him who moaned this time, his free hand, for he propped himself up with the other, fondling one of your breasts. You wanted more. Oh, you wanted so much more. But not here. This booth was private but at the end of the day you were still in public. At home, back at the compound… if that was what he wanted too. Don’t be a fool… of course he wants it too, the horny voice inside your head complained.

“Hmm… this tastes much better than those marshmallows…” He purred. You whimpered when he sucked one of your hard nipples into his mouth and tenderly nibbled on it. The attention made you clench your legs. Betraying arousal was pooling in your centre, drenching your bikini bottoms. If he didn’t stop now…

“W-we’re going to miss our m-massages, Loki…” You attempted weakly.

Loki chuckled darkly. “Something tells me you wouldn’t very much mind that, my sweet.” My sweet… if you hadn’t been lying down, your knees would have given in now at the very latest. Loki had a lot of explaining to do, and so did you. You had pounced on one another like wolves in heat, like sex-starved beasts… but not now. For the time being, you would simply enjoy having broken the thin layer of ice remaining between you. “You are right, of course.” He added then. “I want to be the only one to hear you screaming my name…” Another low chuckle rumbled through his voice chords, sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine. Reluctantly, he released you and let you catch your breath. Naked, you sat up, eyeing him with a shy smile which Loki reciprocated. This spa day escalated quickly, you thought, giggling to yourself. Not that you were to complain.

He winked. “Happy Birthday, (Y/N).”

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Miss Icha, do you have any funny thoughts/headcanons for all of mankai, just generally?

Hiii! ❤

headcanonwise i tend to be better guided when i have a specific topic in head to be honest ahah but i can try to think some things?

though it’s also hard to think of anything that hasn’t been in a backstage or similar oh boy.

mhmm i’ve been trying to come up with some but my imagination is running a little dry so just under the cut i put one more general headcanon, one centric in spring and one in winter because it’s all that came to my mind. Hope it’ll be fine!

Take care!

-The Mankai LINE groupchat is a disaster in every way. They have multiple group chats for different things (one for important and serious planning, one for casual conversations with the whole company - then there’s subgroups by troupes and by groupes of people who need it) and Sakyo insists for the group chats to be respected. they rarely are. Usually it’s to put on the younger ones who, in their excitement, usually forget to switch from the serious chat to the casual chat. There is a clear form of favoritism over the fact Sakuya is one of the few who can get away with a “Sorry!”. At least it HAS to be favoritism, Kazunari justifies as he sends another meme in the serious planning chat, which is immediately answered by Taichi sending a new one. Banri sends another in response too but unlike the other two he knows perfectly well that he’s not in the good chat. he just wants to mess with Sakyo. (Sakyo is often torn between muting them and keeping them unmuted for damage control, but he’s come to expect dread from seeing his phone buzzing.) (though he can’t hide that he actually doesn’t hate it.)

-Citron originally had a one sided rivalry with Chikage over whoever is the best storyteller of the Spring Troupe. And by that, i mean in the sense of “making up stories of their travels that Sakuya ends up believing in”. (Itaru once brings up that “isn’t the biggest storyteller Tsuzuru anyway” and Citron has to shush him right away because it’s not that thing). Chikage isn’t exactly looking for competition, but Citron saw him as a rival. Around Chikage, Citron would always start to tell even wilder stories about his past journeys, somehow harder and harder to believe at every turn. Sakuya still believes in all of them.

At some point Tsuzuru tries to correct him and do damage control, until Chikage butts in and says “he’s right actually” and starts to improvise and adds on Citron’s story. Suddenly Citron realizes the potential of teaming up with Chikage instead.

Since then the two of them constantly end up feeding on each other’s crazy stories. It’s a duo thing. They encourage each other. It’s no longer a rivarly and they’re partners in crime. Tsuzuru “always correcting Citron’s bullshit” radar VS “always falling a little for Chikage’s lies” radar is all over the place.

-No one in Winter can cook. I know canon implies Tasuku can cook some stuff but i refuse to believe it because the alternative is so funny to me.

If they are left totally alone at Mankai, Tasuku, Guy and Tsumugi may try to team up to cook something, and if they could, separately, try to pull a simple dish, together they end up struggling. Guy only can cook basic “for when people are sick” dishes, Tasuku is specialized in “food for sport and protein shake”, Tsumugi mostly can do something around eggs.

If they struggle enough to be asking the help of the others three their meals would get ruined in barely ten minutes. Hisoka fell asleep when he was supposed to be watching the oil and now it’s all over the kitchen. When Tasuku had his back turned, Homare decided it would be more thrilling to add others ingredients to their food until it’s no longer eligible. Tsumugi tries to stop him but Homare goes on a long rant about how it is art and Tsumugi will see it’s worth it and Tsumugi cannot help but be a little curious and let him go. Guy assumes Homare is cooking a dish from the country he doesn’t know and enables Homare by mentioning he’d gladly like to learn more about it. Azuma tries to avoid cooking to the maximum, drinking wine in the counter, but he’s there encouraging Homare at every steps ( “oh that sound quite original. Homare you sure are an artist” he’s the worst enabler.) until Homare asks him to empty a glass in the mixture.

In short: they made the kitchen a mess and the food isn’t even something they could eat.

Azuma ends up ordering takeout from fancy places. Tsumugi and Guy teams up to clean the kitchen, but Sakyo comes back to see the food waste and the bill (that Azuma did pay, but still an expensive one) and ends up lecturing them for 3 hours and officially forbidding them from entering the kitchen together if not accompanied by a cooking specialist from another troupe.

that’s about all i can think of right now without more inspiration, hope you like it!

#ichafantalks a3 #ichablogging a3hcs #god so awkward #i haven't written much in a while i generally need some pointers to do anything potable #hope it's ^^' at least a start ahah #take care!#Anonymous #ichareply

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capybaraonabicycle · 3 years

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A Family Wedding - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Rating: Teen

Summary: Jenny meets her mums’ friends and the wedding is drawing to an end

Warnings: Some innuendo and the dagger makes another appearance, also consummation of alcohol

Words: ~3000

AO3

Eventually, they made their way back to the party. The Doctor wanted to introduce her daughter to some of her friends and the Ponds had agreed that her and River couldn’t completely ignore their duty as hosts. Thus, Jenny spent the rest of the very long night talking to an endless number of people who were important to her mum in one way or another.

Bill and Heather immediately decided they were basically cousins and had to get together for space trips some time. Bill wrote her number onto a napkin and made Jenny promise she would get a phone so they could stay in contact. She also talked a lot about the eyebrows-version of her mum, saying it was a shame Jenny missed him. But at least now she got two badass mums and according to Bill, that was pretty perfect when it came to parents.

Missy, her mum’s best woman, casually mentioned she should abduct Jenny, as it would be the perfect leverage over her mum. This remark made Amy threaten her with the cake knife while Rory protectively put his arms around Jenny. Missy made a point of ignoring Jenny’s grandparents, promising Jenny would meet one of her regenerations again soon.

“Your mum is obsessed with me, Honeybunch” she said, trailing her nails over the blade of Amy’s knife thoughtfully, “I’m sure she will come running again with you in tow to foil my next brilliant plan. She can’t let me be on my own for a second. It’s quite embarrassing, really.”

She gave a little dramatic sigh at this, pushing the knife away to move past Jenny. “She just loves me so much.”

Kate Lethbridge-Stewart and Petronella Osgood were luckily part of an earlier version of UNIT than the one, Jenny had enraged. They were fascinated by her and she had to describe in great detail how the machine worked that had birthed her.

��Now, Kate” the Doctor warned her when she walked by and overheard, “Don’t you dare try building that device. I will come and destroy it, I promise you.”

Prompted by Jenny’s heartbroken gaze she explained why she was against the machine, recounting how it had been used to produce soldiers, dispensable to die in a day.

“Maybe I should build one then, the next time you are not traceable, Doctor” Kate joked to the Doctor’s affront, “Just so you’ll come running.”

Clara tried teaching Jenny the names of her Gallifreyan relatives. Apparently, she had met some of the Doctor’s family when she had been something she called an ‘echo’. It was quite confusing, really, because the Doctor kept contradicting her and neither of them were really sure how many siblings, nieces and nephews Jenny had in total. It was still great fun to see them argue whether the people they remembered actually existed and how they were related to her.

Captain Jack Harkness got as far as introducing himself to Jenny, when the Doctor already shot in between them.

“Back off my daughter, Jack” she growled, pressing both her palms into his chest to physically keep him from touching Jenny.

“Your daughter?” Jack asked, his eyebrows wandering up to his hairline.

“My daughter, Jenny” her mum presented proudly, just to return to her strict voice the next second, “And you are not to flirt with her.”

“I was just saying ‘hello’!” Jack complained which made her almost strangle him.

“Ianto Jones” the man next to Jack presented himself to Jenny very softly, considering the wrestling couple with quiet confusion and some distress, “His boyfriend.”

“Ah” Jenny said, grimacing, “So sorry for this.”

That made Ianto smile.

“Right back at you” he murmured.

Martha and Mickey found Jenny, when she was sharing a piece of wedding cake with River, expressing their relief that Jenny seemed welcome in the family. They talked about Donna for a while and Jenny learned that their friend had lost her memories after saving the Earth from Daleks.

Her mum recounted how when the Doctor first met her, Donna had been there, too. They exchanged a few stories about her, unanimously deciding they would have loved to know her better. Martha and Mickey said they sometimes checked up on her.

"Only from afar, though" Martha sighed. "She can't see us or else her memories might get triggered."

She and Mickey then told Jenny about their job, how they were freelancers now, hunting hostile aliens.

"Sounds fun" River commented and Jenny had to agree.

"You could join us some time" Martha offered, "Both of you."

"Really?" Jenny asked delightedly, grabbing River's arm in excitement.

"Of course" Mickey grinned, "It always pays to have some backup."

They added their phone number to Bill’s on the napkin and promised to let Jenny know the next time they had an interesting assignment.

“How is everyone immediately adopting me?” Jenny asked Yaz, Ryan and Graham, when they had proclaimed her part of the ‘fam’ as soon as they heard she was the Doctor’s daughter.

She had already gotten the invite to travel with Bill and Heather, Clara and Me and to live with her grandparents, Martha and Mickey, Jack and Ianto, Sarah Jane Smith and even the Paternoster Gang, although she had tried to avoid them after the pudding incident.

"The Doctor is family" Ryan shrugged. "Which means you're family, too."

The other two nodded in agreement.

“And we all know you can use the support with her being your mother” Ryan continued with a low chuckle, and Jenny stared at him with wide eyes.

“It’s nothing bad” he hurried to appease, “The Doctor’s great, she’s just…”

“The Doctor” Graham finished, and Ryan nodded as if all was said now.

“She’s a little chaotic” Yaz tried to explain.

Graham snorted, “Yeah, right, a little.”

“And irresponsible” Yaz added, “And most of the time you can’t understand a thing of what she’s doing or saying. And the things she does…they tend to go wrong.”

“But she’s wonderful” Ryan said and the other two nodded again.

“‘Brilliant’” Graham said with a low chuckle.

“She’s the best person I know” Yaz ended with a smile and Jenny found herself returning it.

“And you’ll have River and me travelling with you” Yaz concluded, gently nudging her with her elbow, “We’ll take care of you and among the three of us, we’ll also manage to take care of her.”

Jenny was just talking to a head in a box and a nice couple owning an antiquarian bookstore, when her mums approached her. They were exchanging conspirative glances and the Doctor was hiding her hands behind her back, so Jenny immediately decided whatever they were up to was more interesting than the blonde guy’s obsession with easter eggs. She excused herself and made her way over to her mums.

“River said you might still feel insecure about whether the TARDIS is your home” the Doctor said without greeting, “So, I got you a gift.”

She revealed a tiny package from behind her back with great flourish. It wasn’t much bigger than her thumb, obviously wrapped in leftovers from her own wedding gifts. Without knowing what was inside, Jenny decided it couldn’t have been more perfect.

“Thank you” she beamed and hurried to open her present.

Unfortunately, that was almost impossible for the amount of tape her mum had used. Now that she paid attention to it, it became apparent the Doctor had fought quite the fight against the tape - strips of it were also sticking to her suit jacket and her forearms. One even made its way into River’s hair and Jenny dreaded the moment she would find out about it. Luckily, she missed it when she wordlessly reached into her hairdo upon seeing Jenny struggling. She pulled out the mini dagger again, handing it over to her. With its help, the tape and wrapping paper soon were torn, and a silver key fell into Jenny’s hand.

“It’s for the TARDIS” the Doctor explained. “Now you can come and go whenever you like and stay as long as you like.”

“And once I’ve shown you how to fly her you can also use it to take the TARDIS out on your own whenever you like” River supplemented, and the Doctor glared at her.

“Don’t you dare encourage Jenny to steal my TARDIS!” she grumbled, “It’s bad enough when you do it.”

Then she turned and beamed at Jenny again. “But yeah, pretty much: Welcome to the TARDIS!”

Jenny felt herself tear up a little, clutching the key tightly. It was real! She had a family and a home and she was welcome.

She pulled both her mums into a hug, smiling when they embraced her tightly.

“Thank you so much” she murmured.

Suddenly, an aggressive flash blinded her.

“Oops, sorry” Bill said, lowering a vintage looking camera from her face. “It wasn’t supposed to do that.”

She fumbled with the flash a little bit until Heather took over and switched it off. When Bill raised her gaze again and noticed the whole family was still staring at her, she blushed.

“Don’t mind me”, she said. “I’m just repaying a favour. Have been taking pictures all night. You will want something to remember this day by, Doctor. And yeah, I recalled what you did for me with my mum and thought…I should do that for you, too.”

She smiled sheepishly and the Doctor looked like she was about to melt.

“That is a lovely idea, Bill” River found, pulling Jenny and the Doctor close again to pose for another shot, “You know what? We should get my parents and do a proper family photo!”

“Did I hear family photo?” Jack said, miraculously turning up behind Bill with Ianto in tow. “Can’t do that without uncle Jack!”

“Oh, they most definitely can” Missy chuckled, appearing next to him. “This is not about you, puppy. It’s just for real family members. Like me.”

She pushed past him, positioning herself next to the Doctor and facing the camera with a thin but content smile. “I’m ready when you are, Loves.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s not happening” Jack decided, joining River’s side and slinging his arm around her waist, pulling Ianto with him into the frame.

While Bill shot the photo, Jenny could see more guests taking notice, some approaching them fairly quickly.

“Seems like everybody wants to have their picture taken with you” River whispered to her and Jenny chuckled.

“I am 100% certain it’s about you and mum” she answered although she couldn’t deny she felt important in the middle of the frame that more and more people crowded into.

“You should be in the picture, Bill” the Doctor called out when Sarah Jane was ushering a couple of teenagers and a metal dog to sit down in front of them. “If anyone’s family, it’s you! Just give the camera to Nardole.”

“Yeah, thank you, Ma’am” Nardole frowned. “Always a pleasure to know how much you appreciate me.”

He still took the camera from Bill and she and Heather hurried to the space the Doctor and Jenny cleared between them. It was a little tight now as Missy refused to budge but Jenny just threw one arm around River and the other around Bill and smiled for the photo Nardole shot of them.

It took a while until everybody who wanted to be in the photo had found their place and someone had tracked down a waitress to take the picture. In the meantime, a lot of quirky photos were shot by and of various combinations of the Doctor’s friends. Later they would be glued to the walls of the TARDIS hallways and Jenny would come back to them often to trail the faces of her mums’ loved ones and remember the night.

There would be a picture of Mickey and Martha kissing with Amy photobombing behind them, a picture of Wilf and Rory having exchanged their suit jackets and beaming like idiots and a picture of Jenny, Bill, Heather, Nardole, Yaz and Ryan in a group hug that Graham took as a very blurry selfie. There would be a picture of when Jack had decided to hoist Jenny onto his shoulders and another one of when Clara, Ryan and Yaz had followed suit, respectively carrying the Doctor, Graham and Bill on their backs with varying degrees of success.

Then there would be a picture of Jenny with her namesake which had made them giggle way too much, and another picture that the other Jenny had taken of her with Vastra and Strax, because ‘no-one would see the difference’. Which was an even sillier joke but made Jenny understand how much she liked the Paternoster gang after all. Especially because Vastra and Jenny had promised her fencing lessons between the shots.

There would be a picture of her mums kissing both of Missy’s cheeks simultaneously while Missy wore a decidedly unimpressed expression, a picture of Kate, Osgood, Martha and the Doctor trying to evoke an air of semi-professionalism as ‘UNIT-representatives’ that was completely ruined by the mess of people goofing around behind them and finally the Pond family picture River had asked for. They had to take three versions: one featuring Missy, one Jack and one on which both had begrudgingly left them alone.

But Jenny’s favourite photo would always be the one they took in the end, before everybody dispersed and went on to enjoy the party. The big group photo, with her mums in the focus and everyone surrounding them. The photo they took while she was standing right beside them, between her grandparents, Rory’s arm around her shoulder and Amy’s hand in hers and the happiest smiles possible on all their faces.

Then it was finally time to leave. Almost all the guests had gone and Clara and Ashildr were collecting the last of them in their diner-shaped TARDIS. All that was left now were Jenny, her parents and her grandparents.

“We’re taking…the kid…with us” Amy said. She was slurring and Jenny presumed she had found another bottle of vodka.

“No, why?” the Doctor complained, clutching at Jenny’s arm. She seemed a little drunk as well, although Jenny couldn’t fathom how. There had been next to no alcohol in the pink drinks. “I’ve let you have her the whole evening already.”

“Jenny will come visit us soon” Rory tried to reassure Amy. His ductus was considerably clearer than hers, but he was swaying a little as well. “She has promised, remember?”

Jenny’s hearts swell a little when she understood Amy must have recounted their discussion on the balcony to him. They’d been talking about her!

“We’re still -taking her” Amy decided, “Or do I needo…- do I need to remind you …what happened in our wedding night?”

“I did” River supplemented smirking. Rory went very pale while Jenny shrieked, hiding her face in River’s shoulder.

Her mum chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Go with your grandparents, Love” she advised, pulling her into a hug and kissing her cheek, when Jenny looked up at her, “Have a splendid night at their place and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks, mum” she grinned, returning the kiss to the cheek. Then she turned around to the Doctor.

“We’ll come pick you up first thing in the morning” her mum said, holding her tightly, “I promise.”

“I know” Jenny murmured, amazed by how sure she was of that now, “Have a good night, mum.”

“Oh, she will” River said. The Doctror spluttered and Jenny tensed.

“Mu-um!” she complained, giving her a stern glance. Still, she couldn’t help smiling, when she added: “I hate you!”

River threw her head back laughing.

“No, you don’t” she said.

“We’ll be there tomorrow” the Doctor repeated when she let Jenny go.

“For once…-I am hoping, sh-she will be a month late” Amy murmured, pressing Jenny to her side and thus swaying her lightly.

“How about breakfast at the Ponds together? As a compromise?” the Doctor offered, and Jenny nodded quickly.

“That sounds perfect” she said, and her mum beamed at her.

“Breakfast it is, then” she decided, “Don’t you lot worry, I can bring the custard creams.”

“Yeah, give us till noon, though, Doctor” Rory mumbled, “I’ll need a lot of sleep now.”

“We’re not goingdo - going to sleep” Amy complained, “We’ll have an afda-afterparty. Movies,… facemasks, goss-gosspip.”

She pulled a face at her own slurring which made Jenny chuckle.

“Yeah, you don’t really b-believe that either” Rory commented, gently taking her arm and steering her towards Clara’s TARDIS. He stopped himself to yawn loudly and reach for Jenny’s hand. “Let’s get all of us to bed.”

They waved goodbye and then Jenny took Rory’s hand and followed her grandparents to the diner. Before they passed the TARDIS, she turned around one last time, seeing her mums standing in the ever-setting sun on Darillium. They were facing each other, River’s hand cupping the Doctor’s cheek, the Doctor’s hands on her shoulders and talking in quiet voices. They seemed perfectly comfortable with each other, exhausted, but happy, like they had finally arrived home after a very long journey.

‘We all have’ Jenny thought, when they started slowly kissing and she turned around to her grandparents again, ‘We’ve all come home now.’

Hey :) Thank you so much for reading this series! This is the end, at least of the wedding and of the story, but I’m sure Jenny is about to have many adventures with her mums. Thank you so much to everyone who has left comments, you are all incredibly kind! <3

And thank you so much @elsaistherelifeonmars for letting me play with your story! <3

This fic is inspired by ‘The Wedding of River Song’. Go, check it out, if you haven’t already :)

#dw #doctor who #fanfiction #a family wedding #thirteen/river #the doctor/river song #thirteenth doctor #river song #jenny #the doctor's daughter #amy/rory #amy pond #rory williams #alcohol #daggers

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The Lore of Folklore:

The Real Story Behind the Characters of Taylor Swift’s Folklore

We are all familiar with Taylor Swift’s record breaking, surprise quarantine love child, Folklore. Even more so in the Swiftie fanbase, we are familiar with the proverbial “love triangle” established in “Cardigan”, “August”, and “Betty”. What if I told you that I believe the entire album is centered around just these characters at different stages in life with Taylor’s story woven in? Also, what if I said that Taylor/Rebecca were an allegory? Not to mention the complexity of “Hoax” being a combination of all the characters in one? Of course, you would probably ask me for clarification, and that is the intention of the next few paragraphs. These characters reveal certain patterns of behavior, call and responses, and self-referential phrases that map out a much bigger story to tell. The trio of songs mentioned above were just the starting point.

To give you an overview of where we will be going, I want to give you the songs as they relate to each character. These will then be fleshed out to connect them in the way I hear and see Folklore play out. The songs and respective characters are as follows:

Betty- Cardigan, Mirrorball, and Exile (featuring James)

James- Betty, This Is Me Trying, and Exile (featuring Betty)

Augustine- August, The 1, and Illicit Affairs

Taylor- Seven, Invisible String, Mad Woman, Epiphany

Taylor/Rebecca- The Last Great American Dynasty, My Tears Ricochet, Peace

All Characters- Hoax

The genius of this album is that the struggles and identifiers of these characters can sometimes be interchangeable. That is what creates the magic, so take everything I say with a grain of salt. There is more than one perspective to these stories, but this is all what I heard from Inez.

The 1 (Augustine)-

I have been sitting with this song for a while. I began to wonder why, for lyrics that for all intents and purposes were sad, did I not get sad listening to this song. Sure, it’s about loss and what could have been, but it’s mere conjecture. Almost like a love that never really existed outside of the storyteller’s imagination. A film that was never made, if you will. Then it hit me, “you weren’t mine to lose”. Augustine simply imagined what it would have been like if the man she did not end up with could have been the one. Betty and James DID have a relationship and the theme of this “film” is repeated in the stories told throughout this album. She would have not gotten the chance to have the movie kind of romance if he had not chosen to be with her. Rose flowing with his chosen family.

If one thing had been different, could everything be different today? Had he not already been in love with another woman, could we have been the greatest love story ever told? Something also struck me as odd. She called out him meeting some woman on the internet and taking her home. Knowing he has a tendency to stray, there could be a superficial level of jealousy. Imagining that he’s cheating on Betty, but disappointed that it isn’t with her. Not because she’s necessarily a bad person, but I think that as we will see later on in this breakdown, Augustine struggles with conventional relationship types and ties herself to sinking ships for the tragedy of it all.

Cardigan (Betty)-

So, not to rehash lore we are already incredibly familiar with, but this song is clearly Betty knowing that James is going to run back to her after straying the path. Cool, amazing, fierce. However, there is language here that suggests this is not the same instance as him showing up to the party. I believe that James has a very toxic pattern resulting from his wondering eye and Betty just has a bad case of loving him. At least, for a while. Betty likes the fact that she is able to show James who he really is when all is said and done, and being someone who has struggled with confidence, she doesn’t want to let this love go too soon. Even if she should. More on that in a bit.

Betty says, “Chase two girls, lose The 1”. We all assumed that she was referring to herself, but knowing that she was almost waiting for his return, it’s very possible that she intended to forgive him even before he asked. She had scars from years of not being enough and she may have even been bullied as indicated by this and him seeing in her what others could not when he was present in the relationship. That feeling of “what if” made sure she would not completely walk away. When you are young they assume you know nothing. Well, knowing something does not mean you know everything and I think she stayed long enough to find that out the hard way. Peter does lose Wendy because he cannot grow up.

The Last Great American Dynasty (Taylor/Rebecca)-

Taylor owns the previous home of Rebecca Harkness in Rhode Island. This beachside mansion has all the salt air and cliffsides to scream off of that anyone would want. Rebecca has a big reputation as a maneater who just isn’t ladylike and mild mannered enough. Sound familiar? Taylor Swift has been demonized, ridiculed, and made infamous based solely off of complete speculation. Rebecca faced the same fate as a middle-class divorcee who was cast as a gold digger after the Standard Oil estate. Truth is, both of these women were just in search of love that could last. Under circumstances far beyond their control these things ended so loudly that there was no right to privacy while they grieved or attempted to make sense of it all. Worse? They were blamed in a blameless situation.

Taylor makes her identity known to mirror Rebecca’s at the end of the story. So, what’s the connection to the album as a whole? Bill grew up in the area that the rest of them would eventually be in later on. Cliffside and salt air, the characters revisit these scenes and similar ones several times throughout the story. They lived at a different time here, years later. In fact, in terms of the house itself, it sat quietly for 50 years until Taylor would acquire it. She then marks her entrance to the rest of these stories as she then will later touch on points of her life leading up to Holiday House.

Exile (Betty and James)-

Communication is key. However, Betty and James eventually resented the back-and-forth nature of their relationship. He believed that she would always forgive him as she had always set that precedent each time before in their relationship. Although they always knew they walked a very thin line, they always felt like the other person would become better to them if they loved hard enough. Each had their demons, though. Between James cheating nature and drinking problem, he could become withdrawn and combative. Betty loved James so much that she gave him second, third and hundredth chances and even excused his more aggressive behaviors in a Streetcar Named Desire type loyalty. Until the branch broke that they were balancing on.

For someone like James, being left as a result of bad behavior can often be skewed as a betrayal in and of itself. Her leaving could have only been a result of her not telling him how to be a better partner. On the flip side, Betty was not clear in her signals of being fed up with his actions, but allowing him back time and again. The blame game ensues and each call out each other’s faults too little, too late. They have, in fact, seen this “film” before. They kept the hope that the cinematic love they were both obsessed with would eventually play out if they wanted it enough, but did not put in the work or self-reflect enough to make it so.

My Tears Ricochet (Taylor/Rebecca)-

Of course, it’s about a certain sellout record executive of her previous label who did not even have the decency to let her own her masters. I will not be bringing his name into it because he does not deserve to even be thought about. However, I think Taylor does an expert job of exploring the anger stage of grief and death that Rebecca and Bill would have had to face in his untimely death as well. The allegory dips in and out of this song to further establish the mirror effect of these two women and their fears/perception. Taylor calls out her own inability to leave with grace. Rebecca was left to burn at the stake after Bill died with no one to defend her either. While it is not his choice to have died, grieving does bring about emotions of abandonment when still panning out. Much like Taylor felt when the label she trusted acted like they had never met and that she had not given them her all to gift them any kind of notoriety.

Gathering stones is beachside activity, but when, so is collecting jewelry. This in a metaphorical sense could allude to also gathering dirt and receipts when it all falls down. This line has quite an impact in the context of a business transaction and the marriage of a rich couple. Toward the end, each woman speaks as though they have gone to the cliffside and screamed into the open air. Rebecca challenges the masses to go for her heart in same way the public felt she had gone for Bill’s, but knows that she would be missed all the same. Each woman is directly calling out their naysayers and bullies telling them they know they’re drunk on pain and negating the good they had done before tragedy. These fake people have both built them up and torn them down in times it benefitted them the most.

Mirrorball (Betty)-

As I previously mentioned, Betty struggles with self-confidence (relatable content). This song takes a deeper dive into Betty’s desire to be noticed by James in the way she needs him to and to show him that she knows him better than anyone else does. When he does not pay attention, she breaks into a million pieces. Although her friends consistently tell her that the end is imminent, she has committed herself to changing the narrative. She’s walking the tightrope, another call out to the thin line they feel they have always walked in regards to one another.

The insecurity is palpable in the self-deprecating “I’ve never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try”. Remembering from their teenage years, Augustine, a natural beauty, is able to draw men in with a sense of sensuality and a carefree demeanor. She doesn’t have to get too invested in relationships because she only chooses men that are in high risk, low reward circumstances. On the outside, it seems like she has all the confidence in the world and that is intimidating to someone like Betty who does not exude the same assuredness and has been burned by trusting unnecessarily before. In spite of this, Betty is still a believer in true love even if James has given her no indication there is reason to believe.

Seven (Taylor)-

Little Tay on her Pennsylvania farm just discovering her own voice and the meaning of friendship. Making her own tales of time gone by and recounting the origin story of a girl who makes “too much” noise any time she wants. Also, quite possibly the REAL queer-canon of the album. Taylor was close to someone who she has not seen for a while, a girl. She remembers the feeling more than anything and a certain protectiveness that she felt for this person who was having to hide in the closet. Labels did not matter and love was love in this scenario. She wants them to know their story and the care she felt for them is not forgotten and still a source of inspiration for her life in present day. Think “hope ur ok” by Olivia Rodrigo.

This song explores Taylor’s fierce feminism and activism into adulthood. The unwavering support she gives to the underdogs and why Rebecca’s story resonates with her so much. She was the wild child the world tried to tame with constant expectation. The subject of Seven that she befriended reminded her that there are beautiful things out there and grounded her in a way to keep looking for meaningful connections and to respect the stories of each person she meets to gain perspective.

August (Augustine)-

Somewhere on the beaches just outside this small Rhode Island town, Augustine was manifesting a relationship that she knew had a slim to none chance with James. Despite her hopes and efforts, August came and went. James dreamed of Betty with Augustine in his arms, but wanted is cake and to eat it too as a seventeen-year-old boy. The thrill of it all enticed him to give his summer to Augustine instead. Particularly because she was willing to pursue him in the way she did. However, much like the surface level pining found in The 1, she just wished she could write her name on his back in a performative ownership move as if to say finders keepers.

This superficial relationship was hallmarked in sex and lust by being spent tipsy and wrapped and in bedsheets. It wasn’t shameful or tawdry to two kids, but would show it’s truth one single time before becoming a feeling both would continue to chase. The shaky and electrifying experience of sharing firsts and secrets though “Never Have I Ever” and the charged nature of “Are you sure?” feeling like a pact. Until guilt set in for James, there was only excitement and both were forever changed. One by the hope of it all, and the other by the excitement.

This Is Me Trying (James)-

Years after the first thrill and eventual heartbreak, James has never found direction. He fell behind the classmates that moved on with their lives and ended up here. Still in their same hometown, he is a shell of a man grappling with depression and alcoholism. He’s in Betty’s doorway once again in her front porch light begging for forgiveness. He even matched Betty’s previous speech pattern in “Mirrorball” by saying “I just wanted you to know…” as if to respond to her finally because he sees her after it’s all been said and done. He pulled the rusted, vintage car that once made him so cool off the road to the same cliffside that they once made out in front of. This represents the edge that they all seem to stand at one point or another to contemplate their mistakes. He calls out his own substance abuse and aggression (which we talked about in Exile as well).

He wants to continue his same party lifestyle, but feels like an open wound because his bad behavior has finally caught up to him. All he thinks about are his own shortcomings, especially now that he is left alone with them. Betty once again gets compared to a film in a reel on the one screen they have in this small town. Now, only a memory instead of a reality. The defensiveness from being what he perceived as betrayal has subsided and he is left to face the cages he mentally put himself into and the fear that he was not as good of a man as he tried to project to others around him. Betty being the product of his transgressions since she is left broken and resentful toward him now.

Illicit Affairs (Augustine)-

Augustine finally pulls back the layers on why she continues to try to recapture the feeling that James gave her at a mere sixteen years old. Someone displaying all the confidence in the world may have had less than Betty in actuality. It was all a misconception. Instead, Augustine feels that her looks and sex are what she has to offer and by giving herself away, she hopes to capture lightning in a bottle one of these times. She recreates the same structure of what she had with James only to meet the same disappointment.

The beautiful setting of the beach house gives way to the parking lot behind the mall in a way. In some twisted way, James brokenness recognized Augustine’s and she had never been seen in real way before that and then not again after. James thought Betty’s level headedness would fix him and did not want to have to face himself via Augustine since they understood each other in the worst way. Like I said, that first taste left her living for the hope of it all and it was simply a dwindling mercurial high. A drug, though, that could work a hundred times over.

Invisible String (Taylor)-

Taylor’s stories are often on this album the only ones with direct references to actual places. This one references Centennial Park and Los Angeles. This is the story of Taylor Swift and Joe Alwyn (William Bowery to some). This in and of itself is a modern day, currently in the making folktale. The idea of an invisible force bringing the two together to tell a great love story just like Taylor had always imagined. Here she self-references her own part in contributing to the media circus surrounding breakups and dating and owning her growth in those situations.

Allowing herself to live in the moment, she talks about the colors and touches of humanity this relationship has brought her. A deeper appreciation of the present and making memories that will one day make beautiful stories to tell for both themselves and for others that once tried to taint her narratives on hearsay. This is her story in her words and an expression of gratitude. Hell was the journey, but it brought her heaven.

Mad Woman (Taylor)-

This one is about the other one and his soon to be ex-wife. The one the masters were sold to. Shares a name with a two wheeled ankle destroyer and will also not be mentioned by me. This is a slight reference to her Rebecca allegory in the sense that character assassination played a big part in that story, but not enough to say it’s a direct correlation. Although, it is interesting to note that they are hunting all of the witches even if you aren’t one.

Taylor gets raw about the cheating nature of the man in question whether it is in business or in relationships and how he should be called out for it. There’s a hardship in feminism, though. She watches as a woman who knows she is in the wrong defend the thief instead of the robbed. It explores the right to be mad when lied to or stolen from, particularly when you’re willing to go on record with false statements if they serve a certain narrative. Undeniably, this moment will go down in infamy for generations to come. In a word, folklore.

Epiphany (Taylor)-

Paying homage to her grandfather, Taylor sets a scene as a war rages on. Keeping your helmet to keep your life is a good direct correlation to mask mandates that swept the country as COVID-19 developed. The horrors of watching someone die for things that may have arguably been avoided sets the anguish apart in this song to any other she has done. This is the world in a life and death lens and nothing else. Trying to make sense of what she and the rest of us are seeing when it did not have to be this way.

The most hard hitting look at medical staff and the precarious position they stood in for both instances is found in the bridge. They watch to make sure someone is breathing. They stand in the face of danger and are contained to one place while a threat is posed but serve unselfishly and risk falling like the people around them in the hopes of reaching a breaking point or a point of clarity in the chaos. On a metaphorical level, this song establishes a very important piece of perspective for us to hold onto long after this virus is contained lest we forget.

Betty (James)-

The first injustice and a look into the dramatics of young love. We now at least get to know why James loves Betty so much and humanize him a little more for the things he’s been dealing with internally since a young age. He comes off a lot more charming here even if unsure. Possibly a reason why he leans on liquid courage later on, James is actually a bit shy in group interactions. This also causes him to avoid confrontation if it can be helped or talking about his feelings. He also has a tendency to fear loneliness as a result so he’s easily convinced to go along for the ride even if it isn’t the right decision.

However, here, he nervously plans for weeks to gather up the courage to ask for a second chance. From what we can gather, he was likely forgiven in this instance which made him more comfortable than before to do so again and again. The cycle started here with this grand gesture, but post-cheating, the damage was likely already done since he had gotten a taste of the thrill. Betty would serve as a constant, but she would not stand alone.

Peace (Taylor/Rebecca)-

Taylor knows she will likely always be speculated on, but she loves intensely even if no one else believes. Here, you can see her sympathy and understanding of someone like Rebecca who no one ever even considered that she may actually love her late husband. All she can ever hope for is that the person she dedicates herself to can recognize how invested she really is and can handle the storm that comes with that. She talks with her own pack of friends being wild and rowdy much like Rebecca, but hopes he never sees that as a sign of disrespect. It’s just who she is.

Everyone DID think the love was for show, but they knew nothing of what happened behind closed doors. Does a woman pace rocks staring out at the midnight sea who isn’t missing someone? I don’t think so. Painting dreamscapes on the wall referring to the home they share together. The very same place that tied Rebecca and Taylor’s stories together in the first place. I think Taylor learned to embrace the madness before the rest of Rebecca’s story became hers and stopped apologizing for being so loud but remembered to continue to let love in.

Hoax (Everyone)-

Every time I listen to this song, I hear a different character speaking to me. Then I realized each one was just taking turns. This one is a bit different so I’m going to break it down by character:

Betty- He had drawn stars around her scars, but the way he made her feel was just as bad as the pain they caused. She believed him each time he said never again. She let him back in time and again to be hurt in the same way, but nobody else would have done for her if he could just be the things he promised to be. She was bound to him even though he never came through.

James- He knows exactly what he’s done and that he cannot fix it now. He knows that she possesses a love for him that will never die, but that is unrealistic after a certain point. He resigns himself to having to miss her forever. The hero has effectively died, so the movie has lost a purpose in plot. He tried, but did not succeed.

Augustine- She had a plan for them. No matter the means in which to get it, she wanted him to love her the way he did Betty. She used slight of hand and a little convincing to lead him to her. It left her aching for more when she knew that would never come back. August slipped away and there was no winning. Winter came and the ground was frozen.

Rebecca- She stood out there screaming for a reason why she had to be left alone in the life that was supposed to be theirs. I don’t think she ever quite got past that feeling of abandonment and just needed anything to believe in. This beautiful mansion had become a kingdom come undone. Bill’s heart had given out like a broken drum.

Taylor- When you sign a record deal at such a young age and a man who has always taken care of you in that time suddenly becomes your biggest enemy, it can certainly feel like a total heartbreak. The hoax was making her believe that even if all was said and done he would at least have her back. He most certainly did not. She screams at the sun (now eclipsed) on the cliffside while he listens to her stolen lullabies. The part of herself that remains in New York being her life’s work.

Please let me know if you have anything to add! Any new perspectives I may have missed? I would love to further this conversation and find new ways to explore the Folklorian Wilderness!

-Ryan Freeman

#folklore #taylornation #taylor swift #swifties

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bouncyirwin · 4 years

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#ooooof this took forever #i hope you enjoy!#kakasaku #naruto #smut

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moondustaeil · 5 years

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rouge , Wong Yukhei

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⠀ about

⋅ genre : angst + fluff

⋅ characters : Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x fem!reader

⋅ word count : 1.5k (drabble)

⋅ note : sorry for posting less, I’ve been busy

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⠀ summary

⋅ About a month after you and Lucas decided to take a halt in your relationship, he shows up at your door with lipstick in his hand, claiming you had forgotten it when you left. And to prove that it’s, in fact, yours, he’s up to do some silly shit.

The sound of the doorbell ringing interrupted the slumber that you were about to meet up with, though realizing it, in fact, was the doorbell that rang took a little bit of time. For the second time, the sound of the doorbell was heard through your apartment. Your steps towards the intercom at the entrance of your apartment were slow: as you were more than exhausted, more mentally than physically. And you were not in the mood for anyone to make that feeling even worse.

You stared at the intercom as you pressed the button to open the main front door, not really caring who it was since it probably was one of your friends that wanted to cheer you up with pizza or any other comfort food. Why did they all think they knew what heartbreak felt like? And why did they expect you to get over Yukhei easily? He had been in your life for over a year, and a bit over a month ago he stepped out of it.

Since you were near the door, you decided to open it slightly so that you didn’t have to walk towards it a second time just to let the visitors in, it was too late to pretend you weren’t here anyway. Once the door was opened to a little crack, you made your way towards the bathroom to clean yourself a bit more as you didn’t want your friends to think you didn’t take care of yourself at this time.

In the bathroom: you brushed your hair and washed your face, tidying yourself up until you at least looked a little more presentable. It wasn’t as if there would be a cute and sweet boy in front of your door, so you didn’t have to go over the top with makeup and perfume. After doing that, you decided to exchange your sweatpants for some jeans to also show that you cared about looking better than some lazy sloth. When you were about to take off the shirt of Yukhei that you had been wearing, you heard the footsteps coming closer to where you were. Footsteps sounding heavier than those of your friends, although, at the same time, they sounded familiar to you.

You turned towards the bedroom door as it opened a bit wider, freezing in your spot when instead of your friends, Yukhei was standing in the doorway, his eyes looking for your presence which he soon found. You didn’t know if it was because of you, but even he stopped in his tracks and stood there as if glue had been applied under his shoes.

“y/n” Yukhei broke the silence first, his fists clenching together inside the pockets of his jacket. It hurt him more than he expected, it hurt him to see you: to see you less of a mess than he was. Even though he told himself he wasn’t a mess: under the neat appearance that he carried around today, hid the sad mess he became a month ago. His eyes were on you: trying to look for the signs that you weren’t okay either, he couldn’t be happy, not even when you seemed to be doing fine.

For you, speaking up was hard even if he had called out your name. All you wanted to do, was curl up on your sofa and continue the endless sad life that washed over you. You didn’t know if it was more painful to go through heartache or see him again here in your apartment. It seemed to be long ago since you saw him but at the same time, his looks hadn’t changed at all: his hair still seemed soft, his style still on point just like it was every day that you had been with him.

Finally, you were able to get back to reality, mostly because you heard your phone buzzing somewhere in the distance. “What?” you asked out loud even though those weren’t the kind of words you had expected yourself to say. You had wished you said hi, but had expected to burst out into sad tears mixed with anger towards him and yourself.

“I came to bring you something that you forgot when you left our place” Yukhei said, oblivious of the way he called the dorm your place as well, even though it was the place for him and the members. You had lived there more than you lived here, it was like living together unofficially. His hands rummaged around in the small pocket, and yet his shaky fingers weren’t able to wrap around the little tube of lipstick. His eyes looked up at you, which made him stress even more about getting the lipstick out of his pocket. After a few more seconds, his fist in a whole wrapped around the tube. Pulling it out with force so that at least he wasn’t able to struggle with that anymore. He held up the little tube before handing it over to you.

You held the little tube of lipstick in your hand and shook your heard right away, you knew your own belongings well enough to know that this wasn’t one of them. Surely not because it was so high-end that you’d have to work some extra hours to pay that above your bills and other things. “It’s not mine, Lucas” you said, not wanting to use his real name because it hurt you more than just saying his stage name. He frowned and took the lipstick from your hand, his eyes wandering over the makeup necessity. “It is, it was at my place. And you were the last woman to be there” he said firmly, insisting even though he knew he was lying to you and himself. You were the last woman to be at his place, but you hadn’t left any lipstick at his place. “It doesn’t even look like something I could pay, let alone own and wear it,” You said and shook your head again, sounding less firm even though you stood by your point.

“It is yours, see!” Yukhei said as he took the cap off of the tube and held it out to present it to you, showing off the shade of red as he twisted the underside of the tube slightly for the lipstick to pop up. He didn’t even look at you because he knew you weren’t one to step away from your thoughts, especially not when it was about things that you were sure of. He held it closer to him again to reveal the remaining bit of the red makeup product, looking at it as if he was trying to make it look more familiar to himself as well. He had to admit lying was hard, but he had bought it in the thought of the color fitting you and you liking it. “It’s still not mine” you protested slightly as your eyes had been on Yukhei and the lipstick, from time to time shaking your heard even when he wasn’t looking at you.

A huff left Yukhei’s lips at your words, he didn’t know if he huffed because he sucked at lying or because you just wouldn’t take the lipstick and thank him for it. He knew he should give up but he wanted you back, or at least wanted to get you to talk to him more than just saying how the lipstick wasn’t yours. “It is, I will show you” He said, muttering some mixed language to himself which you didn’t understand. Unlike you had expected, he brought the tube towards his mouth and started to apply it onto his own lips. Sometimes applying bits next to his lips because he wasn’t being delicate at all, neither did he care about being delicate, he had money to buy new lipstick if it was needed. Though, the thing that he did care about was the small laugh that left your lips. He knew you were watching him, so hearing you laugh because of him was already one step closer to his initial goal. With messily lipstick-painted lips, he puckered them towards you to show them off. “Yours... do you believe me now?” He asked, his white teeth decorated with some of the red lipstick as well.

Your eyes scanned his lips once again when he spoke, biting the inside of your cheek to stop a new fit of laughter from leaving past your lips. Seeing Yukhei putting on lipstick was a sight that mixed the words meme and beautiful, and there was no in-between those two. Your feelings no longer were torn, and it was as if you had made up your mind already even if he told you this little lie, after seeing him apply the lipstick, you had seen through his plan. “No, I don’t,” you said, looking at him as he was about to let out a sigh of either way annoyance or disappointment. You got closer to him and leaned up towards his painted lips, taking one last breath before pressing your lips to his. The kiss was filled with emotions that had been lost for a month, filled with love that you had for each other. His hands wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him while the kiss continued. When the kiss came to a slow end, your lips still lingered together. Your lips looking equally stained as his. “But I do believe it’s mine now” you whispered against his lips. As soon as he heard the words, his red lips connected with yours once again.

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hopesilverheart · 4 years

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Title: I loved your colours (before I loved you) Artist: @calliartss Rating: Explicit (Chapter 10 only) Pairings: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Alec Lightwood & Clary Fray, Clary Fray/Isabelle Lightwood Word Count: ~95k Summary: Magnus Bane is a journalist who's always dreamed of modelling for Lightwood Fashions. When the CEO Alec Lightwood starts looking for new models for their spring collection, he jumps on the occasion.

In the meantime, Alec Lightwood is struggling with the idea of finally announcing his role as co-designer. When Magnus Bane strolls into his life, Alec is torn between keeping his secret or throwing all caution to the wind.

This fic was created for the Malec Discord Mini Bang 2020.

Chapter 13: I wish you missed me too

A week had passed since Alec had broken up with Magnus, and the journalist couldn’t remember a minute of it.

He knew he had signed his contract as Head Editor with Maryse at some point, knew the fashion team had been informed of his and Alec’s falling out, and knew he had filled in pile after pile of paperwork, but he couldn’t remember a single second of that time.

Saturday came around and he couldn’t find the strength to do anything other than lay in his bed, staring at his ceiling and wonder where it had all gone wrong. Maybe it had been doomed from the start, as soon as Magnus had decided to lie about his past. Or maybe it would have all been fine if not for his night out drinking with Isabelle. Or maybe – maybe – it was just him. Maybe he was simply too broken to deserve love.

No matter the reason, though, the result was the same. Magnus loved Alec, but Alec didn’t want to be with him. Or couldn’t be with him. Either way, Magnus had lost the man he loved and doubted he would ever get him back.

All in all, he felt like his brooding and sulking was completely justified. He had been avoiding Raphael ever since he and Alec had had their fight. He hadn’t tried contacting any of his other friends either. Regardless, he knew they were probably aware of what had happened since Raphael undoubtedly kept them updated on the Lightwood Enterprises drama.

Still, it took five days for his friends to find him and attempt to drag him out of his self-inflicted pity party. Five days of listless work and no social interactions – Magnus had taken to ignoring even Isabelle, who didn’t seem too interested in talking to him anyway. Five days of loneliness, self-pity and frustration, at both himself and the world.

He had been perfectly fine in his little cocoon of misery, but Catarina and Ragnor barged into his loft that Saturday evening without a care for his desires. They took one look at him, wrapped in blankets and wearing one of the sweatshirt’s Alec had accidentally left one night, and wrinkled their noses disgustedly.

“Who are you and what have you done to Magnus Bane?” Ragnor asked first, stepping around a few takeout containers Magnus had forgotten to throw out. “I know you got your heart broken, but that is no excuse to let yourself go so badly.”

“Please tell me you didn’t go to work looking this bad,” Catarina added, kicking her shoes aside and throwing herself onto the bed next to Magnus. “Seriously, I haven’t seen you act this way since Camille. Raphael seems to think there’s a lot more to this story then just Alec breaking up with you, but do we need to go kick his ass? Because I will, believe me, no matter how good he is with kids.”

“Please don’t do that,” Magnus grimaced. “I screwed up, Cat, alright? None of this was his fault.”

His best friend opened his mouth to speak up again, probably to tell Magnus that relationships and break-ups were never solely one person’s fault, but he didn’t want to hear it. He knew there were things Alec could have done better too, knew he wasn’t the only one to have kept secrets and lacked communication skills, but it hadn’t taken him long to realise that his white lies were hardly the problem.

“He found out about my job at Fade Media,” he explained before Catarina could say anything. Next to her, Ragnor frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, pursing his lips disapprovingly. “And yes, I know I should have told him a long time ago, or at least as soon as we started getting serious. Anyways, he found out and confronted me about it and I- I lashed out.”

“So he’s mad at you because you weren’t completely honest about your past?” Catarina scoffed. “That’s bullshit. You guys were only together for one month, he couldn’t have expected to know everything about you from the get-go.”

“That’s not…” Magnus sighed, covering his face tiredly and wondering if he could wish his friends away.

He had been so upset at first, so sure that he and Alec could have resolved their differences if they had only talked to each other. And then he had been angry, because how dare Alec break up with him for such a petty reason? But now… Now he just felt empty. He didn’t have his Alexander, he could barely stand to be at his office, and he was losing the one good friend he had made over the past few months.

He didn’t have the strength to deal with frayed emotions and thoughts on top of all that.

“That’s what started our argument, but it isn’t why he broke up with me,” Magnus breathed out, remembering the pain in Alec’s eyes when Magnus had compared him to his father. Remembering the fear in his eyes as he talked about revealing his secret position within the company. “He was keeping a secret from me too, and he had made it clear that he didn’t want to talk to me about it quite yet. But I got drunk with Isabelle and instead of respecting his wishes, I may have pushed her to tell me what he was hiding.”

It wasn’t completely true, since Magnus had technically been asking about the secret designer, but his friends didn’t need to know that. Besides, he had done enough harm by making Isabelle tell him about the designer’s identity; the last thing he wanted to do was reveal it to anyone else.

“I see,” Ragnor murmured. “And when he confronted you, you revealed that you knew this secret and threw it back in his face, even though you knew the two lies weren’t comparable.”

“I didn’t know how else I was supposed to justify what I had done,” Magnus whispered brokenly. “I lied to him and didn’t have a good excuse, so I tried to divert his attention towards something else.”

“And it backfired,” Catarina finished for him, shaking her head at him. “God, Magnus. I love you, I really do, but someday you’re going to have to learn how to hold your tongue when it matters most. Alec seems like a good man; I’m sure he would have forgiven you for lying about your position within Lightwood Media.”

“Yeah, so am I,” Magnus smiled sadly. “But I’m not sure he’s going to forgive me for this.”

He knew, now, that Alec hadn’t been truly angry at Magnus for lying about his job. He had been annoyed and probably a little hurt and slightly confused as to why Magnus hadn’t just told him, but he would have forgiven Magnus. They would have talked about it and Magnus could have explained how hard it had been for him to work under Lorenzo Rey’s rule, and they would have been fine.

He shouldn’t have let himself get so riled up over so little.

“You still have your job, right?” Ragnor suddenly asked, standing up straighter and gazing at Magnus worriedly. “Raphael told us you were still at the office this week, but he was wondering if things were alright with the higher-ups. Did Alec tell them about your little lie?”

“They already knew,” Magnus shrugged. “It’s actually how he found out. His mother offered me a permanent contract, which I accepted, and she told him about it. Since I had told Alec that I already had the job, he put two and two together and realised I had been lying.”

“But you have a job,” Ragnor emphasised, his eyes sparkling with something that looked an awful lot like pride. What was there to be proud of? The only reason he had even gotten the job on a trial basis was because of Isabelle and their well-weaved web of lies. “Magnus, seriously, you have a job. You’re Lightwood Media’s Head Editor! You officially have control over the department’s writers, and therefore over the content that gets published. It’s everything you ever dreamed of having!”

“And I bet they’re going to pay you a handsome sum for a job like that,” Catarina added, smirking as she fanned herself with invisible bills. “Magnus, why didn’t you tell us?!”

Because he had forgotten. He had forgotten that as of that week, he was well and truly Lightwood Media’s Head Editor. Not on a trial basis, not as a favour from Isabelle, but as his actual job given to him by none other than Maryse Lightwood. He had a contract, an honest to god contract with the company he had always dreamed of working for.

Through the haze of pain and heartbreak and regrets, Magnus felt a small smile curl at his lips. Sometimes he forgot how easy it was to forget about the good in his life as soon as something bad happened. However, it didn’t mean the good wasn’t there, and it didn’t mean he couldn’t at least try to enjoy it.

“We should order pizzas,” he said determinedly. “Drink the champagne I’ve had lingering in my fridge for two weeks, clean up the mess I’ve made, and maybe even invite Raphael over.”

“Hell yes we should!” Catarina exclaimed. “That damned man needs to spend more time with us instead of obsessing over next week’s photoshoot. I’m pretty sure he could use a flute or two of champagne, so why don’t you call him? Ragnor can order the pizzas and I’ll try to make this place a little more presentable.”

For the first time that week, Magnus felt something like hope well up in his chest, and warmth flood his heart as he watched his best friends walk around his apartment. Even when he messed up, even when they could have been pestering him with ‘I told you so’s, they were there for him. He couldn’t have been more thankful for their friendship and support.

“Stop staring at us like that and make the call,” Ragnor rolled his eyes. “You’ll have plenty of time to get sappy and annoying once you have alcohol in your system. For now though, you need to ask Raphael to get his ass over here. He may think photography is the only thing in his life, but I think he needs a reminder that he also has friends. Friends who need him when they do something monumentally stupid and can no longer take care of themselves.”

Magnus grumbled slightly at his friend’s – accurate – statement but dutifully pulled out his phone and begged Raphael to come over and act like a good friend for once. It said a lot about how wrecked Magnus must have seemed that the other man didn’t even hesitate before accepting.

“If I had known all it took was a minor emotional breakdown to get Raphael to come over, I would have had one months ago,” Catarina huffed, piling the last of Magnus’ dishes into the dishwasher and leaning against the now-clean counter proudly. “I bet you he’ll even bring extra alcohol to get Magnus well and truly drunk.”

“Why would he-” Magnus cut himself off as his two friends raised their eyebrows at him, looking completely unimpressed.

And alright, maybe he had a tendency of burying his deepest and darkest feelings behind defences that only alcohol could tear down. He just hadn’t realised his friends wanted to hear those problems, those fears he hid behind layers and layers of fake smiles. Sure, they loved him, but even the people that loved him tended to run the other way when faced by his truest self.

Even after years of being friends with Catarina, Ragnor, and Raphael, he couldn’t help his old insecurities from resurfacing every once in a while.

“We just want to make sure you’ll be alright,” Catarina murmured. “And if it takes a few glasses of champagne and heavier liqueur to get those answers, then I’ll get you drunk in no time. I’d apologise, but I’m really not sorry. Besides, alcohol in small doses is always good for post break-up depression.”

“I’m not depressed,” Magnus pouted, sounding unconvincing even to his own ears. The fact that he was still wearing Alec’s sweatshirt and day-old underwear probably didn’t help his case.

Neither did his exclamation of “Alec dumped me and I am depressed!” less than two hours later.

In his defence, he was drunk and exhausted and had spent the entire day watching romantic dramas with endings that never failed to make him cry. And Alec had dumped him.

Alec, sweet, wonderful and beautiful Alec had dumped him because Magnus hadn’t been able to help himself from poking at the one thing Alec had asked him to leave alone. Alec had dumped him and he had no one to blame but himself, so he was going to drink his bottle of champagne alone and hope that eventually the pain would go away.

“You know, I almost told him I loved him,” Magnus sighed, draping himself over Raphael’s lap and staring blankly at Ragnor, memories of Alec taking over his mind. “I was going to say it, but he stopped me. He had already made up his mind, I think, because he didn’t even let me- I did, you know? I loved him, even though we were only together for a month and a bit. And I never got to tell him.”

“He knows,” Raphael murmured, his voice softer and more careful than Magnus had ever heard it. As much as he didn’t want his friends to treat him differently because of the break-up, he had to admit it was nice to have people looking after him so well. “Alec isn’t an idiot, he probably didn’t want to make things harder for the two of you by letting you get through your confession.”

“I just wanted to convince him to let me stay,” Magnus breathed out, angrily wiping away a tear that dared roll down his cheek. “I loved him so much, but a single mistake was enough to get me thrown out of his life? How does that even work? Why does love work like that?”

“Magnus…” Catarina said gently, kneeling in front of him and brushing a stray strand of hair out of Magnus’ eyes. “Love works in mysterious ways, alright? But just because he asked you to leave once doesn’t mean he wants you to be gone forever. People can get back together, you know?”

“Not people who lie,” Magnus chuckled mirthlessly. “No, those people deserve to go straight to the rottenest circle of hell. I had something good, Cat. I had something so good, and I threw it all away because I was too curious for my own good. Why would Alec ever take me back?”

“Because I’m pretty sure he loves you too.”

Raphael sounded so honest, like he meant every word he was saying, and Magnus wanted to believe him. His friend knew Alec, worked with Alec, was probably aware of Alec’s second identity, so it made sense for him to know what was happening on Alec’s side of things. So Magnus wanted to believe him.

“Maybe he loved me,” he said instead, curling himself up even tighter in the photographer’s lap. “But look at me, Raphael? I break down at the first sign of trouble, and I’m incapable of keeping a steady relationship with people who are good for me. Maybe Camille was ri-”

“Absolutely not,” Ragnor interjected, sitting on the floor next to Catarina. “Don’t even go there, Magnus. Don’t think about her; she has nothing to do with your relationship with Alec, and she certainly has nothing to do with you. I know she broke your heart and I know you feel like it’s never been whole since then, but you have the purest and biggest heart I have ever seen, Magnus Bane.”

“You can’t see my hea-”

“No, I can’t, but that’s besides the point,” Ragnor rolled his eyes. “The point is, you love people with everything you have and sometimes make mistakes because of it. If this Alec is as wonderful as you seem to think he is, then he’ll come back for you. He’ll let you apologise and he’ll welcome you back with open arms, because anyone would be goddamned lucky to have you in their life.”

“I’m lucky to have you in my life,” Magnus whispered. “You three are everything a person needs. You and Alexander. I want him back, Ragnor. I really want him back.”

He was asleep before any of his friends could answer, and the last thing on his mind before he passed out was his Alexander, eyes sad and broken as he asked Magnus to leave.

God, Magnus missed him.

***

“Alec! You’re going to have to let me in eventually! I can and will keep banging on this door until you give in!”

Alec grit his teeth as he tried to focus on his computer and the e-mail he was supposed to have sent out thirty minutes earlier. He had been determined to take care of his one week-end duty properly, but his sister had shown up halfway through the morning and started knocking insistently at his door as though it were her personal set of drums.

Usually, Alec loved how persistent Izzy was. He loved how she would never give up on things even when they seemed impossible. He loved how she would push him to be better every time he felt down. He wasn’t as close to her as he was to Clary, but he adored his sister with his whole heart.

Now though, he wanted to take her persistence and throw it out of his window until it landed far, far away from him. She had been standing in front of his apartment for three hours, had even stayed there through lunch, and Alec was two seconds away from opening the door just to drag her out of his building.

At least he had had the sense to never give her a spare key and had remembered to lock his door before going to sleep the night before. That way, the most she could do was get on Alec’s nerves with her incessant banging. Sure, it was annoying, but Alec had shoved his headphones onto his head thirty minutes into her stay and wasn’t intending on taking them off anytime soon.

If she wanted to say something, she would have to do it from the other side of that door or not at all. Maybe it was a little petty, but Alec wasn’t feeling particularly charitable towards his sister at the moment. He would forgive her, of course, but he was going to make her sweat it out for a while first.

“Alec, this is getting ridiculous!” She yelled over Ben Platt’s soothing voice. “I’ve been here for hours! I get that you’re mad at me for telling Magnus and breaking your trust, but you’re going to have to talk to me eventually.”

She was right, of course, but Alec wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of answering before he heard a proper apology. He wasn’t even looking for something elaborate, since he knew apologies weren’t their strong suit. All he wanted was a simple and honest ‘I’m sorry’, just her acknowledging that she had done something wrong.

He wondered if she knew how easy it would be for her to obtain his forgiveness. After all, Magnus himself had admitted that the brunette had been completely drunk when she had spilled his secret, and Alec wasn’t cruel enough to blame her for something she had done under the influence of alcohol. Of course, he knew she would never have said anything if she hadn’t already been thinking about breaking the news to Magnus, but…

But she was his little sister. She wanted what was best for him even if she didn’t always know what was wrong, and she did stupid things sometimes that he would always forgive her for. This mistake had – admittedly – been a little bigger than her usual ones, but Alec wouldn’t hold it against her for too long.

She meant too much to him and, more importantly, she meant too much to Clary. His best friend had promised she would wait for him to forgive his sister before getting back with Izzy, and Alec wasn’t going to make her wait any longer than necessary. Those two were meant to be together, and Alec refused to be the thing that kept them apart.

First, though, he needed to hear-

“I’m sorry.” The words were softer than anything she’d said so far, and Alec’s attention was immediately captured. He took off his headphones and put his laptop down, walking towards his front door as discreetly as possible. “I’m sorry for telling Magnus, and I’m sorry for constantly pushing you to reveal yourself. Mostly though, I’m sorry for ruining your moment. Clary and Magnus said- They told me you had a plan, and I’m sorry for taking some of that away from you.”

Alec breathed in deeply, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against his door. He rarely ever got to hear Izzy sound so vulnerable, and it never failed to make him feel like he had to make things better for her. After all, he loved her even when she acted like an idiot, and he was far too weak to let her suffer through her own break-up alone.

He unlocked the door before he could overthink things, stepping away and walking back towards the living room as Izzy slowly pushed it open.

“You’d better have some sort of gift for me, and it’d better be food, because I’m starving,” Alec called out as she shuffled behind him nervously. “Seriously, I wasn’t able to get anything since you were camped out there, and I only had half of a sandwich left.”

“Good thing I got your favourite takeout then,” Izzy said, stepping into the living room with a simultaneously smug and sheepish smile. “I was going to say something and try to bribe you, but I figured I should probably keep it as a last resort.”

“How close were you to breaking?” Alec snorted. “You’ve been out there for three hours, Iz. I probably wouldn’t have lasted for longer than thirty minutes.”

“That’s because you’re weak,” Izzy huffed, throwing herself onto the couch and dropping Alec’s favourite Mexican food on the table as she got comfortable. “I’m far too strong to give up after three hours, and my last resort was only going to come into effect after hour 5. Maybe even hour 6, depending on how much I needed to pee by then.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Alec rolled his eyes, even though his heart warmed at the lengths his sister was willing to go to for him. “You know all you had to do was apologise, right?”

“I sort of figured that out when you opened right after I poured my heart out to your door, yes,” Izzy snarked, looking slightly embarrassed at her slight lack of common sense. “I just thought you’d want me to do it face-to-face so you could see me squirm or something. I mean, this isn’t quite as small as the time I told Magnus you had a crush on him. This is…”

“Not great?” Alec completed for her, laughing humourlessly. “Yeah, believe me, I know. The thing is, Magnus told me you were both drunk and I know how loose-tongued you get in those situations. Do I wish you had managed to keep your mouth shut for a while longer? Yes, absolutely. But you’re not the one I’m mad at right now, Izzy.”

“Right,” the brunette grimaced. “Magnus. I haven’t really… I haven’t talked to him ever since that night. I stayed at his apartment but left before he woke up the next day.”

“You don’t have to stay away from your friend just because he did something wrong,” Alec sighed. “The last thing Magnus needs right now is for the people he cares about to distance themselves from him. Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered that you would stop talking to him on my behalf, but he doesn’t deserve it. He messed up and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to forgive him for some of the things he said to me, but it has nothing to do with you.”

“He shouldn’t have asked me,” Izzy breathed out, looking down at her clenched hands. “He shouldn’t have put me in that position again.”

“No, he shouldn’t have,” Alec agreed. “Just as he shouldn’t have kept digging for the secret designer’s identity once we told him to back off. I don’t blame him for being curious; I just wish he had been a little better at handling his questions. I finally had everything figured out.”

“So I heard,” his sister smiled softly. “Are you still going to do it?”

“I don’t really see the point,” Alec shrugged. “My plan… Magnus was a big part of my plan, even though the reveal was mostly about me. Now, I feel like- I don’t want to reveal my role in the company during the fashion show dedicated to the collection I designed with Magnus on my mind. I don’t want those two things to be linked in my mind forever.”

“That’s… fair enough,” Izzy grimaced. “I really am sorry, Alec.”

“I know you are,” Alec sighed, pulling his sister in for a hug and letting her curl into his side on the couch. “But I forgive you, alright? Don’t beat yourself up too much for this; it’s only one mistake out of hundreds you’ve made and will make. You’re only human, Iz, same as all of us. It would be ridiculous of me to expect you to be perfect all the time.”

“You’re basically perfect,” the brunette pouted, poking him in the arm. “It’s like you never do anything wrong.”

Alec chuckled bitterly at that. Sure, he knew how to hide his flaws and his mistakes better than most people, but he wasn’t perfect by a long shot. If anything, he was more of a mess than anyone in the fashion team – models included. He couldn’t even remember how many of his mistakes he’d had to cover up in the last year. He could, however, remember the mistake he had made with Magnus. And if it made his little sister feel better about herself…

“I’m terrible at communicating,” he started, wringing his hands together and pointedly not looking at Isabelle. “Especially when it comes to my feelings. I shut everyone out and forget to talk before getting upset or angry and yelling at the people around me. Magnus did plenty of dubious things during our relationship, he lied and bluffed and pushed too hard when he shouldn’t have. However, I’m just as much to blame for our break-up as he is. I didn’t talk to him properly when I found out what he’d done, and I pushed him away without giving him a chance to explain himself. I’ve made more mistakes this past week than you have, Iz.”

“Us Lightwoods aren’t the best at talking things out, are we?” Izzy laughed mirthlessly. “We finally had two amazing people in our lives, and now we’re both single, or as close to single as one can get without actually being single.”

“She’s not going to break up with you.”

Izzy’s head snapped up at his words, her eyes going wide as she took in his completely serious features. He wasn’t sure what Clary had done to make Izzy believe that she wouldn’t take her back, but Clary had always been planning on forgiving her girlfriend. It had never even been a question. She loved Isabelle too much to let her go.

“She’s pissed and confused and not sure what to do about what you told Magnus, but she loves you,” Alec continued. “She won’t take you back without at least a minimal amount of grovelling, but she’ll still be yours by the time you two figure things out. You’re not going to lose her.”

“Why?” Izzy breathed out. “How? How can she possibly still love me?”

“You’re a good person, Izzy,” Alec answered easily. “And the two of you were always meant to be. I don’t claim to understand everything that goes on in her mind all the time, but I promise that she loves you. She loves you so much I think it terrifies her because she’s afraid you’ll break her heart. She loves you even when you do idiotic things because she knows she’s just as likely to screw up as you are. She asked you for time and space because she needed to think about herself and needed to make sure I was alright but believe me when I say she’ll take you back as soon as you do something even vaguely romantic.”

For a second, Alec wondered if Izzy had even heard him, but then he quickly took in her determined and scheming eyes and knew exactly what was going on. If there was one thing the Lightwoods were good at, it was grand romantic gestures, and Izzy was no exception to that rule.

“What are you going to do?” He asked eagerly. “Please tell me it’s going to be big and public, because I definitely want to be there to see the two of you get back together. I need all the happiness I can get in my life right now.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll definitely be there,” Isabelle grinned. “Say, what are the chances that we could make some last-minute adjustments to tomorrow’s photo shoot? And would you happen to know any store that sells good-quality but not too expensive paints?”

Alec’s eyes widened slightly, but he quickly nodded and texted his best friend for her favourite art store’s address. Whatever Izzy had in mind, Alec needed to make sure it was executed as perfectly as possible.

“You’re going to make her swoon, aren’t you?” He smiled, thinking about how pleased his best friend would be to have someone love her enough to do something big and great and personal for her. “Because believe me when I say that I won’t accept anything less than a swoon-worthy performance. We’re Lightwoods, Iz, and if we didn’t already have a family motto, you’d better believe that I’d make one about romance up right now.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Izzy rolled her eyes fondly, looking vaguely ashamed of being related to him. He knew where she was coming from, since he had the same visceral reaction whenever Max said something particularly embarrassing. “But yes, I’m going to make sure she swoons when my plan goes into effect. Are we going to need to contact someone else for this plan to work? I mean, I am basically hijacking a whole portion of the photoshoot.”

“You are?” Alec’s eyebrows flew up. “Right, remind me to come to you when I need a better idea for a grand gesture. You must really love her, because I know how much you usually hate showing people your closeted romantic side.”

“As if you’re any better,” Izzy sniffed haughtily. “Besides, most of the people in that room will already know about my plan before it happens, since I’m going to need everyone to cooperate and make sure everything goes off without a hitch. I didn’t think this plan up for two whole days only for one of my fellow models to screw it up last minute.”

“Two days?” Alec smirked. “You were feeling quite confident about how this conversation would go, huh? And here I thought you were nervous and worried and ready to do anything for my forgiveness.”

“You’re my big brother, Alec, of course I was feeling confident,” Izzy scoffed. “You can’t stay mad at us for longer than a week, and it’s already been six days, so I was frankly more than optimistic. Scared, but still 99% sure you would let me in and listen to what I had to say. If not for yourself, then for Clary.”

It was scary sometimes, how even after years of being apart and not talking to each other as much, Izzy could still read Alec like a book.

“You’re lucky I’m such a fan of romance,” he grumbled as he grabbed a bag of food and set it on the couch between Izzy and him. “I wouldn’t have been half as quick to forgive you if I wasn’t desperate to see you and Clary make up.”

“Like I said earlier,” Izzy grinned. “You’re weak, especially when it comes to the people you love. Since Clary and I are both on that list, you never stood a chance. I’ll give you an A for effort, though, since you did spend the entire morning listening to me bang on your door without so much as acknowledging me. I didn’t necessarily appreciate it, but even I can admit it mustn't have been easy.”

“It wasn’t,” Alec agreed. “You’re loud, annoying, and very lucky that I don’t have any neighbours. They would have kicked you out of the building faster than you could blink.”

“I wouldn’t have done this if you’d had neighbours, dummy,” the brunette said exasperatedly. “I would have found another way to get on your nerves, and you would still have forgiven me, because you would still have been weak. Honestly, I’m just surprised you lasted this long without talking to me. Six days is almost a record. Almost. You should be proud of yourself.”

“I’ll be proud of myself once the two people I love most are kissing and dating each other again,” Alec muttered. “And once I’ve figured out what I’m going to do about my own, frustratingly persistent problems.”

“Have you talked to him at all since…?”

“No,” he clenched his jaw. “He hasn’t tried calling me, which I’m mostly thankful for, if not a little upset about. We avoided each other at work, tried to stay away from each other’s friends… It’s not like I was expecting anything else; I asked him to leave, and he left. What more could I ask for?”

“A grand romantic gesture?” Izzy suggested, looking at him softly. “It’s okay to still love him, Alec, and it’s okay to want him back. You said it yourself, people make mistakes. You shouldn’t throw out your whole relationship with someone as amazing as Magnus just because he screwed up one time.”

“Just… Not now, Iz,” Alec murmured. “I don’t want to talk about Magnus right now, so how about we focus on you and Clary and forget about my own pathetic relationship problems?”

“Not sure it’s the healthiest thing to do, but fine,” Izzy grumbled. “Just think about it, alright? Think about what role you want Magnus to play in your life and think about what you’d be missing out on if you let him go that easily. Some things are worth fighting for, Alec, and maybe you should ask yourself if Magnus is one of those before giving up on him.”

With that, she stood up and said something about going to find the paints Clary had recommended, leaving Alec alone with far too much food and hundreds of thoughts flying around his mind.

And even as he told himself Magnus should grovel, even as he tried to convince himself he didn’t need a partner in his life, even as he attempted to shove all thoughts of his beautiful, wonderful boyfriend – ex-boyfriend – away, he couldn’t deny that he wanted Magnus back.

God, Alec missed him.

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hardforbenhardy · 4 years

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somebody to love pt.2 | rogerxreader

warnings: fluff, sad vibes a lil, smallest tiniest inference of sex (blink and you’ll miss it)

word count: 4.1k

part 2 of somebody to love is here! it’s going a little slow, but i promise, we will get some roger/reader action next chapter!!

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It is finally Monday, the day you've been dreading all weekend after the little... incident. Your minds been clouded with thoughts of what Roger may do, you could barely spend time with your Ma and Pa the whole of yesterday. Not to mention, they were kind of disappointed at the fact you didn't have the money to pay for their water bills. You’re pulled from your dreams by the blaring sound of your alarm from your bedside table, a groan releasing from your lips as you push yourself from the comfort of your silk sheets. You can hear Freddie's angelic voice soaring through the apartment as he sings along to the radio; it's like waking up to the melodic tunes of birds outside your window, but better. You quickly got dressed, knowing you don't have a lot of time before you need to be in school, and run down stairs to grab a snack from the kitchen. Freddie notices you, but instead of saying anything, he just gave you a huge grin and a thumbs up as a form of motivation. It's strange how Freddie is able to light up any room he is in, if only you had that ability, you may actually have friends. Not that you don't like your life already- sure it has its rather larger downsides, but you like spending time by yourself; it's calming, you don't have to rely on people and most importantly people don't have to rely on you. It's just, you’re fucking lonely. That's it basically. Everyone your age is in relationships, or sleeping around, or at least getting it on with someone in more than a friendship kind of way - and you’re just not. You wander through the university campus to class, which starts in 10 minutes, and you see couples cuddling and/or making out; large groups of friends laughing and having fun; the sport teams having a large football match on the field; the drama club sitting around to learn their scripts; even the music club playing their instruments to mildly entertain passers by such as you (which in fact, it is much more irritating than it is entertaining at 9 in the morning). Everyone seems so active and full of joy, and then there's you. You don't know why you’re so separated from everyone else, you've just always been like this. You remember on the first day of secondary school, you were sat alone the whole day; no one sat with you, spoke to you, no one even knew your name - you were known as "that weird girl" for the first 3 months of your education, until the teacher finally picked on you to present in class and you had to start by saying your name. You liked it then if you were being honest, you didn't have to reach anyone's expectations and you certainly weren’t a victim of peer pressure - but now it just makes you feel like a piece of shit. Sure, you have Freddie, but it's not exactly much is it. You just wish you had someone who would love you for you and actually want to spend time with you; is that so much to ask for?

As you entered the dry lab, you noticed that everyone was there but one person in particular. Roger. Fuck sake, where is he? You went to sit in your secluded seat, in the corner of the room, praying to God Roger wasn't in today at all and he had bunked off. Your racing thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Smith raising her voice:

"Okay, class, instead of a test, we are doing a small practical today - it doesn't go towards anything, but it is important we understand the skills and can therefore apply it to any furt-" And with that, Roger burst through the door, panting and wheezing like he had just ran a mile. "Ah, Mister Taylor, late again are we? Look, if you want to get your degree, I suggest you buckle down and get here on time - this isn't an easy course and I'm not going to teach you if this is how you treat it"

"Sorry, my um, my car broke down and I had to run to school" Roger heaved, placing both his hands on his knees as he faced the ground and took in long hard breaths. Droplets of sweat glided down his forehead as he attempted to catch his breath, and you couldn't help but admire the way it framed his face; his hair still scraggly from sleep, and his clothes slightly torn from what you presumed was multiple trips when running. He looked strangely sexy. Fuck. Why were you thinking like this? But it's true... his voice was raspy and choked, from the running - but you can only imagine that's what he always sounds like when he's exhausted. When else might he be exhausted? God, you could only imagine his voice whispering into my ears after a long, hard -

"Do you mind love?" - you were pulled from your daydream, looking up to see him stood there, staring at the empty seat beside you. Your heart began to beat at an irregular pace. Why is he talking to you? Why is he sitting next to you? Did he just call you love? Does he recognise you? Is this some kind of sick joke to him? "Oh- uh, n-no" you stuttered, struggling to even form a simple sentence after your overwhelming wave of emotions which had just washed over you. He threw his briefcase on the floor beside him; pulling out his folder, which was half the size of yours, making you wonder whether Roger actually takes notes in this class or rather it's all just stored in that incredible brain of his. God he is so smart. And sometimes, like today, he has to wear his glasses in class if he forgets his sunglasses, which perfectly frame his face; they make him look so fucking sexy. OMG what the fuck is going on with you?! "Uh- uhm, why are you sitting next to me?" you barely choked out, trying to take your mind off the whole... Roger's incredibly overwhelming persona.

"Prof said we are partnered for this practical, love" He explained, tone still deep and stifled although his breathing has began to go back to normal. You could sense an awkward tension between the two of you the moment he sat down; you knew this was a bad idea and you knew you should've just bunked off. As he began to prepare the equipment for the practical, you couldn't help but stare at his face; his eyes clouded over as he bites his bottom lip from utter concentration. "See something you like?"

He lifted his head, smirking in your direction after you snap out of my trance; you had been staring at him while chewing on the end of your pen. "Oh- uhh, sorry. Sorry. Nice glasses" you panicked, swiftly turning your head in the other direction, until you heard a chuckle and a small 'thanks' come from beside you- which you were instantly able to recognise as Rogers, considering he was the only person who has sat next to you in the past few months on this course. The suspense in the atmosphere only got heightened with every second going past, and you couldn't bare to sit here anymore. "Look, I know you saw me on Saturday. I don't know if you've sat here to tease me or take the piss or whatever but I'm not in the fucking mood- I'm surviving off 3 hours sleep and 5 coffees so if you're not even going to talk to me about what you saw, then you can piss off"

Roger doesn't say anything to respond, and instead just looked at you with a semblance of speechlessness, as if he's trying to conjure up a sentence in which he won't offend or make things more awkward than they already are - failing of course as he eventually comes out with "Y-you have nice moves". You felt your cheeks immediately blush, getting redder and redder; although his words sent chills down your spine, you couldn't let it show.

"What the fuck Roger!" you exclaimed, slapping his arm harder than you originally intended, as he acknowledged it with a sharp 'ow' and quickly reached to rub the now-red area as a way of soothing it. "Sorry . But seriously, you can't tell anyone. Please. If you do, my life will be fucking ruined and I plan on actually doing something with it and if people fin-"

"Y/N, I'm not going to tell anyone." He quickly retorted, making your head turn to face him as a sudden feeling of shock ran through you. Why wouldn't he tell people? "R-really?!" you spluttered, the words barely reaching the surrounding.

"Why would I tell people?"

"Erm, because it's not exactly a thing I should be proud of and you could ruin my life with it and that's kind of what you popular kids do, not to mention you probably think I'm a slut or something because of it" you mumbled, shying away from making any form of eye contact with him. Mainly because the atmosphere is getting increasingly more awkward by the second, but also because you can't deny; you could stare into his eyes all day and I'm afraid if you start you may not be able to stop.

"I'm not that much of a dickhead, love. I don't know why you have... that job, but I'm not going to go around spreading your personal shit."

"Right, sorry. Thank you." you let a fake smile grow on your face, and once noticing him return a wide grin - it became a real one. There was a small moment of silence before you asked one question that had undoubtedly been on my mind all weekend; "W-what were you actually doing there? There are never any lads younger than 30 in that place"

"Oh, erm, I was meant to meet a girl there"

"For a date? You were going to take a girl on a date to a strip club" you emphasised, trying your hardest not to laugh loudly at the idiocy of the Rogers idea of a good date.

"Yeah. But I didn't know it was a strip club - she was the one who gave me the address and told me to meet her there. But she never showed." He explained, with a small sadness to his tone. You felt a pang of guilt and empathy wash over you as he spoke, understand completely how it feels to be stood up; it has happened on multiple occasions and you've basically accepted it's your destiny to be alone by now. "Oh, I'm sorry. She sounds like a bitch"

"She kind of was - I only agreed to the date because she was a good shag" Roger muttered under his breath, most likely hoping you didn't hear him; but you did. You almost choked at his statement, but really you just feel a little shit. You know, of course, Roger is what some might call a 'ladies man'; but the idea of him sleeping around isn't something you keep on your mind because you let it get to you. You say you'd like to be one of those girls, but honestly, you don't just want to be a one time shag that Roger has before moving onto the next. Which is exactly the reason you had originally attempted to push all the feelings you had for Roger deep, deep down - but of course they can't stay down for long, because as soon as Roger walked in the room, you had fallen all over again. And before you knew it, it was the end of the session. Which meant you'd now have to go to the library for the next 4 hours, sitting by yourself and reading over your notes for the hundredth time, pretending like you didn't just want to scrap all your work and quit. As you began to pack my stuff away, you heard Roger cough beside me - in the kind of way that says he's asking for your attention. "Hey, Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Erm, I'm performing at Imperial tonight, would you maybe want to come along? I understand if you're busy or something, I mean you are always studying, not that that's a bad thing but I understand if you can't come, I just thought you could do with some fun and I think you're a really nice girl and I wanted to hang out some more you know- but like I said, you don't have to come, you're probably super busy so" Roger muttered, looking to the floor whilst twiddling his thumbs; nerves prominent in his tone. A wide grin grew on your face as he spoke; he wanted to hang out.

"I'd love to - like you said, I could do with a night out that doesn't involve biology in any form." you smiled, as Rogers head shoots up and he gives you a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushed through you. He threw his bag over his shoulder, before heading out; you following shortly after. "So, what do you mean by performing?"

"Oh, well I'm in a band with some of my mates, it's nothing much. We play every Sunday and Monday night." He explained, hands in his jean pockets as he walked me home. Slightly stunned by his admission, you looked up at him before asking "What do you play then?"

"Oh, I'm the drummer"

And with that, you were frozen in your place as you stood in shock at the new revelation. Roger Taylor was a drummer? Your eyes widened and your mouth fell ajar at the unfamiliar thought, your mind trying to comprehend such information. Not only is Roger Taylor smoking hot, super kind (well, he seemed) AND incredibly intelligent - but he also plays the drums? Just when you thought he possibly couldn't get any more attractive, he goes and pulls this out of the bag. Roger notices your sudden halting, and turns to look at you with a confused face; "Hey, you okay? You need help?" He cautioned, the worry prominent in his tone, snapping you out of the trance you were in.

"What? Oh, yeah, sorry, just got lost in my thoughts" you chuckled, looking towards the ground as embarrassment grew on your cheeks, pacing forward to catch up with Roger who was at least 5 steps in front of you. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Huh?" you questioned, furrowing your brows as your head shot up to face. If he was now going to make you come up with a fake thought in less than five seconds, you think you may just freak out, because there is no way you can explain to him that you fancy him and therefore was dreaming about the absolute charmer he was. "Penny for your thoughts - what you thinking about?"

Fuck.

"What are we, 5 years old?" you giggled, putting a sharp facade of humour when you knew deep down your brain was racking for something, anything that may sound at least an inch better than 'I think I may love you'.

"Come on, I can tell something's bothering you. You can trust me you know - I thought I'd have proven that by now"

"I just... why are you talking to me?" you sputter out, it being the first thing to come to your head.

"What on earth do you mean?"

"I mean, why are you even associating yourself with me - I'm the weird loner who sits in the back of class, who no one talks to, or even looks at, who has one friend and has a job as a stripper. I'm not stupid Roger, I know people don't want to associate themselves with the 'quiet' girl, so why are you?" you ranted, finally releasing a long breath after venting, feeling tears pricked your eyes as you realised you were now facing your actual reality. Why was Roger suddenly trying to be your friend? "I mean, was this some kind of dare? Or have you decided you want to add me to your list of sexual escapades because don't think I haven't noticed you've only started talking to me after seeing me strip. Or do you just want to cheat your way through the course, hoping I'll end up doing your work for you?"

You stopped after hearing a small chuckle from beside you, and looked to see Rogers face sporting a little grin, clearly amused by you. "Do you know what, just fuck off. Forget about tonight, I'm leaving" you raged, beginning to storm away as anger boiled inside you at Rogers apparent sense of humour, or lack thereof. He seriously found this funny, whilst you stood here, opening up feelings you would never usually share to anyone apart from Freddie. You tended to struggle opening up about your emotions to people, unless you have a decent amount of wine in my system to flush away the shame that is. Instead, you keep them buried deep down, and you know they're bound to erupt one day- you have a slight feeling today might just be the day. You were halted in your motion as the tight grasp of a hand clutched onto your wrist, causing you to stumble back. "No, wait, Y/N m'sorry! I wasn't laughing at you, I promise."

His apologetic tone rang in your ears, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks once again as you realised how pathetic you were actually being. "The fuck were you laughing at then, 'cause I don't see any fucking clowns wandering 'round here"

"I-I, I wasn't laughing at you! I just, well, I don't really have a reason- why do I need a reason? You are super cool and you seem nice, I just wanted to get to know you."

"You still didn't answer my question." you grumbled, pouting your lips out as you dropped your head to face the floor; your cheeks beginning to redden at the idea that Roger just wanted to get to know you. No one ever just wanted to get to know you; there was always a reason. They would use you to up their grade a little; they would feel sorry for you because you’re a fucking loner; they would attempt to be friendly in hopes of getting you into their bed for the night. That was admittedly the worst one, considering it was the most common. You have never had a true friend, let alone boyfriend, so you can certainly count on yourself to be the biggest virgin gracing this earth. You'd think having a job which was in that kind of area, you’d be basically the opposite; but you agreed with yourself when you started the job that if there was one thing you would never ever turn to, it'd be sleeping with the men in the club. Not only were they almost twice my age, but they weren't exactly the most graceful, gentlemanly men you'll ever meet. Not that Roger was any more chivalrous, from what you'd heard, but at least you were the same age and you actually know him. Though you may be completely conflicting personalities; you being a quiet, reserved, and overall anxious character and Roger being one of loud, adventurous, energetic tendencies; they say opposites attract... right?

"Okay, well, maybe I was laughing at you - but not in a bad way. I was just thinking, you are kind of cute when you are angry y'know" Roger confessed, trying to come off as if he was confident and almost flirty in his words, but you swear you saw his teeth grind from nerves as he spoke.You began to feel your cheeks flush at his simplistically adorable words. "I swear to god, Roger Taylor, if you are trying to flirt with me - I will walk away right now" you giggled, poking his chest a little harder than you expected, gaining a laugh from Roger too. As the laughter died down, you realised you had reached yours and Freddie's flat already, and you still had hours to kill until tonight.

"Erm, this is my block" you muttered, pointing to the entrance of the block of flats you were slowly approaching.

"I know - we live in the same block." He chuckled, opening the door and standing against it, his arm gesturing you to walk through. Maybe he was a gentleman? "Thank you. How come I never see you around the block?"

"I don't know - I've seen you around a few times, usually when you are going out in the evening; presumably to work. I mean, you are always in the library"

"I guess." you chuckled, beginning to walk up the steps to the third floor, where your flat resided. Roger followed swiftly behind, attempting to catch up with you. There was silence as you walked up the stairs; but it wasn't the uncomfortable kind of silence. It was more the kind where you just enjoy each others company in the moment. The better kind. Once you had reached your apartment door, Roger stopped, almost as if he knew where it was without even asking. You didn't bother to question how he knew which flat you lived in, and instead just began unlocking the door.

"I'll, erm, I guess I'll see you tonight? Meet me backstage once we finished our set?" He asked, leaning on his side against the entrance banister. You looked up, but continued turning the key in the lock with movement memory, swiftly taking the key out the lock and opening the door to walk through. "Yeah, of course. You don't mind if I bring Freddie with me do you? He loves a night out"

"Fred's your roommate right? Yeah, sure" He nodded, twiddling his thumbs together. You swear you heard him sigh and possibly roll his eyes at your suggestion, but you gave him a quick smile, as if to say 'see you tonight' before closing the door behind yourself and releasing a loud sigh. As soon as you had locked it, you slid down the wooden door letting out a muffled scream into the bundled coat now in your lap. You could hear Freddie's steps approaching you from the living room, quick paced with urgency. "You alright, darling?"

"Fucking amazing Fred" You grinned, the pace of your heart gradually decreasing again after its irregular habits when you were with Roger.

"I suspect it has something to do with the fact that I heard the one and only Roger Taylor's voice as you walked in the door?" He chuckled, finding your lustful infatuation merely a piece of comedy for his entertainment. "So where is it you are taking me for a night out then?"

"Roger invited me out to the Imperial, he's performing with his band - He plays the drums, Fred. I thought he was already an angel but then he reveals he's a fucking drummer too. Fred, I think I may just suffer a heart attack if I spend even one more second around him."

"So Roger invited you out? And you asked if I could come along? I think your brain has finally fizzled out, love. Are you completely insane?"

"I don't want to die. And I'm sure it'll happen if I have to spend any more time with him alone." you sighed, your heart beating out your chest at the mere thought of spending time with Roger by yourselves. God, how am you meant to cope in a relationship with him when you can barely even hold a conversation. "I said I'd meet him backstage after their set, so we should leave around 8? What should I wear? I don't own any nice clothes Fred! All my clothes are baggy jumpers and joggers - ugh Fred take me shopping!"

"You know I can't turn down a shopping spree darling, grab your shoes and coat!" Freddie exclaimed, making you chuckle under your breath at his extravagance. He held out his hand, which you hesitantly took into line, and yanked you up from your previously comfortable position you found for yourself on the floor. You pulled on your boots and coat, wrapping your scarf around your neck to accommodate for the autumn weather outside. Fred told you of a store just a 10 minute walk from the flat, which was his favourite shop to buy clothes in; Biba. He had never really mentioned the store until a few days back, after going to a small gig by himself. You just remember him coming home relatively sober and with a look of infatuation growing on his face and in his eyes. He never really talks about what happened that night - you just presumed he'd maybe had a good hookup.

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detectivejigsawpines · 4 years

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ORN-Finale (Mend the bond torn by pride)

Repent, sinners! The end is upon us!

It had been tempting to just come up with a creative lie; but somehow, as they gathered themselves into the truck, they found themselves telling Dan (whose driving had minimally improved when his body was no longer being controlled by a dream demon) more or less what happened. Surprisingly, he didn’t respond by thinking they were crazy and driving towards the nearest mental hospital. Instead, he frowned thoughtfully and muttered, “I thought that dream ended a little funny,” and pushed his foot further down on the gas pedal. A few minutes later, he added, “Matilda is never gonna believe this.”

Stan assumed that Matilda was the name of the girlfriend Bill had mentioned. Ford must have thought so too, because he leaned forward, wincing when the action jostled his shoulder. “Actually, Dan, it would most likely be beneficial for all of us if you refrained from telling her-or anyone else-about this at all.”

Dan’s meaty fingers tightened on the wheel. “But you said this demon guy possessed me when I was sleeping by persuading me ta make a deal with him or whatever. Wouldn’t it be better ta tell everyone else so they know not ta do that?”

Ford blinked like a startled owl. Stan suspected that he hadn’t realized the lumberjack was capable of drawing logical conclusions like that. “I-well-he did say that he was going to leave for other dimensions. And we’re planning to destroy the painting detailing how to summon him as soon as our injuries have been seen to, so I doubt he’s going to return here. Besides, as you stated, the likelihood of anyone believing our story without the firsthand experience you’ve had is…” he struggled for a better word, before ending lamely (probably too tired and weak from blood loss to come up with anything better), “...unlikely.”

After a bit Dan shrugged. “Whatever ya say, Pines.”

****

Fortunately for all of them, none of their injuries required overnight treatment-just more than a few stitches, some bandages, and some rabies shots, since Stan fabricated an elaborate story about their being attacked by coyotes (which they were forced to fend off with knives, and in the ensuing scuffle Ford had accidentally been stabbed), and the hospital staff were dumb enough to believe it. After they were cleaned up, Dan produced some spare flannel shirts, suspenders and jeans from his truck (since the contents of their packs had been more or less ripped to shreds by the Kill Billies; only a few things, like Ford’s journal and the truth teeth, had been salvaged), and browbeat both of them into accepting them until they could get different clothes. They were exceptionally large, making them look like some weird clown act from a traveling lumberjack circus, but they were warm and definitely more comfortable than some of the things Stan had been forced to wear in the past, so he wasn’t complaining.

Also fortunately, Ford still had his wallet on him (because of course the dork had brought his wallet on a camping trip), allowing him to pay their hospital bill instead of sneaking out while the nurse’s back was turned like Stan had been prepared to.

With that out of the way, Dan drove them back to Ford’s house to retrieve the acid from the fridge.

“...Do you mind dropping us off at the trail?” Ford asked as they returned to the truck, bearing a few more supplies he thought would be useful (Stan was still trying to get used to the idea of having spare supplies lying around if you lost the things you had), including flashlights this time. “We can probably make our own way back in the morning, but-”

“No.”

That drew the brothers up short. As did the way Dan was suddenly glaring at them out the window.

“...I suppose we have taken up a lot of your time,” Ford said at last, sounding a little hurt. “I’m sorry, I should have realized. It’s all right, we can find our own way-”

“If you think I’m gonna let ya travel back up there, where a pack o’ bloodthirsty hill folk is still roaming around, and get rid of the monster that got inta my dreams and used me as a puppet, all by yourselves, you are totally outta your minds. I’m comin’ with you.” Dan shoved the back door of the truck open using only one finger. “Now get in.”

“Dan-”

“It’s not optional, Pines.”

Stan and Ford looked at each other. Then, with a shrug, Stan approached the door and climbed in.

“Looks like we got no choice.”

Dan grinned through his beard.

“Nope.”

To Stan’s relief, Ford looked less disgruntled about having to work with someone else than he might have expected; he just climbed into the back with Stan.

****

Corduroy’s truck was surprisingly good at off-road terrain, taking them nearly all the way back to the cave before they had to get out and walk the rest of the way. In case the Kill Billies attacked again, Dan produced three hatchets from his seemingly-bottomless truck bed, giving one to each of them. Stan thought, with a small relieved shiver, that it was a good thing Bill hadn’t found those when he was threatening them; otherwise they would have had more to worry about than Ford getting a stitched-up shoulder.

They made it to the cave safely, however, and under Ford’s instruction they began dissolving the painting and inscription.

“In your FACE!” Dan roared, punching the picture of Bill before it could disappear; his fist combined with the acid created a substantial hole in the cave wall.

Stan and Ford both laughed gleefully, and chanted, “Death to the triangle! Death to the triangle!” with fists pumped like they were back in high school, until the last traces were gone.

By the time Dan drove them home the sun was starting to peek over the horizon.

“You need ta come in and catch some sleep?” Stan asked as they left the truck. Then he remembered, guiltily, that this was not his house and he had no right to be inviting guests over.

“Nah, I can make it home okay,” Dan promised. “I’m a real MAN; I could stay awake for five days straight if I had to!”

“You’re starting to sound like this knucklehead-he tried that once when we were fifteen. He ended up crashing on the third morning and getting an earful from our ma on taking care of himself.”

Ford elbowed him in the gut-and immediately winced as the action jostled his stitches.

Dan guffawed, which turned into a wide yawn. “See ya later, dorks.”

Soon enough his taillights were winking out of sight as he rounded a bend.

For a moment the boys just stood there, swaying dazedly in place. At last, Stan flopped gracelessly onto the couch on the porch, creating his own yawn.

“You aren’t seriously planning on sleeping there, are you?” Ford asked, giving him a disapproving look.

“Watch me.” Stan stretched his legs out in front of him, burrowing a little into the folds of his giant shirt and turning up the collar. His eyelids were already starting to get heavy.

Then, to his surprise, Ford collapsed onto the couch next to him.

“Move over.”

Stan gave him a nonplussed look...but scooted enough for him to be comfortable. A few seconds later Ford’s head had dropped onto his shoulder, and his farthest hand had stretched over, burying itself in the folds of Stan’s sleeve.

The casual act of affection made something swell in Stan’s throat; all he did in return, though, was allow his head to droop onto Ford’s.

Seconds later he was out like a light.

****

When they finally woke up, it was well into the late afternoon, and they both had some interesting sunburns on their faces and part of their necks from where the sun had hit them during its passage. However, they both felt more than a little refreshed, and when they went inside Ford got started putting together a salve for their burns.

While he did that, Stan opened some of the canned supplies in the cupboard-specifically some corn, green beans and chili-and then on an impulse threw together more pancakes (which ended up with bits of hair in them again-he wondered if that was going to be a recurring thing). After they finished eating, Ford washed the dishes. It was all quite comfortable-you could almost call it domestic. And Stan wasn’t prepared for it to last much longer.

Sure enough, Ford cleared his throat once the dishes were set out to dry and he’d sat back down with the salve, as they were putting it on each other. “Stanley, there’s some things we should figure out.”

Even though he hadn’t finished his sentence yet, had barely even started it, Stan’s heart lurched in his chest. He really, really wasn’t ready to have a serious discussion with his brother, not after they’d already cleared a lot of the air between them and finally returned to some semblance of peace.

“I get it,” he said quickly.

Ford blinked. “Get what?”

“I-It’s okay, I wasn’t expecting-I won’t stay for too long, I promise. But if you’d at least let me hang around till your shoulder’s better, that’d probably be better for you-”

“STANLEY!”

Ford had grabbed him by the shoulders and was shaking him again, like when he’d said he deserved to be punished for what he’d screwed up for him.

Stan was very confused.

“I’m not trying to ask you to leave, you knucklehead! How could you think that, after you literally just saved my life?!”

“...But you said-back there, you said you’d wanted ta have your own life and identity an’ stuff-”

“Oh for g_d’s sake, Stan, that was back then! I didn’t mean for the rest of our lives!” He let go of Stan’s shoulders and opted to dig his hands into his hair instead. Stan hoped he wasn’t about to start tearing it out. “I-I’ve missed you, all right? I’ve missed having you around, I’ve missed having my best friend in my life, so unless you have a really compelling reason to leave, then will you please stay?!”

“But Dad-”

“Dad can suck a lemon for all I care. I don’t wanna lose you again.”

Stan’s breath hitched, and he was disappointed that he hadn’t been drinking something, because a sentence like that was definitely spit-worthy.

Ford started babbling something about maybe him looking for jobs around town, or going back to school to get his diploma if he wanted, but he wasn’t quite listening. His hand strayed into his pocket-where it closed around something.

Confused, Stan pulled it out-and his eyes widened.

It was a card.

A two of hearts, to be specific. One that was completely whole, except for a faint row of stitches that you could see down the middle if you looked closely.

How the heck-

Among other things that were weird about this, he was pretty sure he’d left the pieces of the card in the pocket of his other jeans when he put them in the washing machine; he’d never put them in the ones he’d borrowed from Dan. And even if he had, how would this have even happened?

On the other hand...this was a town that thrived on weirdness and defying expectations.

And he was so, so tired of being alone and unhappy.

Stan looked up at his brother.

“Okay. I’ll stick around if you want. But only cuz you’re beggin’ me. And if you’re left alone you might get in trouble with some other weirdo from another dimension or something.”

Ford let out a relieved-sounding sigh, and rubbed his knuckles against his head affectionately.

“You’re such a martyr to your own generosity, Stanley.”

“Yeah, I know.”

****

Somewhere far away, an old woman gave a satisfied smile.

For now, at least, all was well.

********

...Soooo, how’d I do?

Anyone interested in reading the rest of this AU? Because it is on AO3, but I could post it here if you begged me.

#flipside AU #Gravity Falls #stan pines #ford pines #dan corduroy #finale #reconciliation #knuckleheads reconnecting

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floweryoonie · 5 years

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Stay With Me ➳ Part 1

Theme: Hybrid!au

Pairing: Reader x Hybrid!Jungkook

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: mentions of abuse, language

Summary: When you find a stray hybrid beaten up on the streets after your shift, you can’t help but take the poor thing in. But it turns out that taking care of an emotionally scarred hybrid is harder than you thought.

“Finally!” you breathed out as you locked the door to the petit restaurant, a tired smile dancing on your lips. You’d agreed taking your friends shift because of a family emergency, leaving you to work twelve hours non stop serving rude guest and cleaning up their messes afterwards. It had never been your dream job, but it payed the bills.

Stowing away the keys in your purse, you started making your way home, enjoying the cold air hitting your hot skin and cooling you down after a long and exhausting shift. You’d always taken joy in walking home, especially at night, watching the city come to life, vibrant neon sign illuminating the streets.

Pulling out your phone and turning it back on, you checked your messages, a small laugh leaving your mouth as you spotted the numerous texts from your coworker, thanking you over and over again for covering her shift.

You quickly started typing a reply, but the sound of someone screaming startled you, causing the phone to slip out of your hands and hit the hard concrete. Whipping your head, you stared at the dark alleyway to your left, unsure if you should check it out.

Bending down and picking up your phone, you hesitantly turned on the flashlight, entering the dark alley with cautious steps. Another scream rang through the air, sounding more pained than the last one and you unconsciously picked up your speed and coming to a halt when you finally found the source.

A hybrid was cowering against the wall, his face covered in bruises and blood, probably caused by the two men towering over the poor creature with wicked grins as they continued to taunt the terrified boy.

Not believing your eyes, you took a two large steps forward, your face burning with anger. “Hey!” you yelled, getting their attention, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Their surprised expressions were quickly replaced by amused ones and one of them bent down, harshly petting the hybrid’s head, causing the frightened boy to flinch away. “Trust me, we’re doing this thing a favor, sweetheart.”

“No, what you’re doing is abusing this poor hybrid.” You were fuming at this point, the broken expression on the boy’s face only fueling the raging fire inside of you. “So how about you leave right now, before I call the police on you two.” You spit, shining the flashlight directly at the two of them. “I have it all on video.”

Their faces fell as they gazed at the phone, one of them taking a step forward as a growl left his throat, but his friend was quick to pull him back, knowing better than to assault a young woman, knowing fully well that they wouldn’t get out of this one so easily.

Raising his hands in surrender, nudging his friend to follow his lead. “He’s all yours.” He faked a smile and his eyes fell back down on the hybrid boy still cowering against the wall, taking in his weak appearance. “At least what’s left of him.” The man chuckled, before he and his friend slowly started walking away.

When they were finally out of sight, you turned your attention to the injured hybrid. You stopped your worried self from running up to him, knowing it would probably only scare him even more. Taking slow steps, you gently kneeled down in front of the boy, carefully studying him.

His frame was shaking and small sobs could be heard, your heart breaking at the sound.”Hey, it’s okay. They’re gone now.” You tried to soothe him, carefully placing your hand on his knee in an attempt to comfort the poor thing.

The boy’s head jerked up at your touch, baring his fangs and growling at you. “Don’t touch me!” He snapped, his ears perking up and a growl leaving his throat. He pressed himself further against the wall, fear evident on his features.

“I’m not trying to harm you.” You assured, trying to gain his trust. “I want to help you, okay? But you gotta let me.” putting your hands to show him that you were no threat.

He studied you for a minute, debating whether or not he should trust you. It took him a good minute to make his decision, but the hybrid eventually let down his guard, slumping against the wall in exhaustion.

Your heart broke at the sight in front of your eyes. He looked so broken. His brown hair was dripping with sweat, clothes torn and covered in a mixture of dirt and dried blood. His raven tail was resting between his legs and his pointy ears flat against his head.

Slowly, your hand reached out for his cheek, inspecting his injuries. A small cut, probably caused by a shiv, was evident on his left cheek, blood dripping from the fresh wound. His lip was busted as well, and his left brow seemed to be swollen.

“My apartment isn’t far from here, but we gotta walk.” You informed him, softly stroking his cheek in a comforting way. “I know you’re tired, but I’ll do my best to help you, okay? Just- ” grabbing his arm, you hooked it around your shoulder, slowly pulling him up. “There we go.” you breathed out, trying to keep you both from falling over as you took your first step.

Pushing open the door to your apartment, you stumbled through the entrance, trying not to drop the hybrid clinging onto your shoulder. “There, we made it.” You told him with a relieved smile, kicking the door closed with your foot.

With the last bit of energy that you had left, you dragged him into your tiny living room and helping him to lie down on your couch. Taking a deep breath, you placed your hand on your hip while the other wiped away the sweat on your forehead. “Just lie down, I’ll get everything I need.” You informed the boy.

He just gave you a weak nod, struggling to keep his eyes open a minute longer.

You wasted no time sprinting to the bathroom and opening your small cabinet, getting your first aid kit. You also took two painkillers with you, knowing that he could probably use those.

Your next stop was the bedroom, knowing that there was no way you’d let him sleep in his ruined clothes. You settled for one of your oversized knit sweaters and your baggy sweatpants, hoping that they would fit his broad frame.

Satisfied with your findings, you returned to the living room, kneeling down in front of the couch. “Hey, I know you’re tired, but I gotta take care of your injuries first, okay?” You gently shook his shoulder, watching as he slowly opened his eyes. “I’ll try to be quick, okay?”

You patiently waited for his permission and when he finally nodded his head in agreement you instantly went to work, carefully tending to each and every one of his wounds.

It took you about twenty minutes to clean his numerous injuries, since there’d seemed to be more hiding underneath the thin material of his shirt. “There, all done.” you smiled in accomplishment, putting away your supplies, before handing him your fresh clothes. “Here, it might not be a perfect fit, but it’s the closest to your size.” you smiled sheepishly, placing the items on his lap.

His tired eyes studied them for a minute, before staring back up at you. “Thanks- ”

“Yn.”

“Thanks, yn.” He muttered, his eyes drifting to the floor.

You just smiled. “It’s no problem. I’ll let you change now.” Standing up, you pointed at the blanket resting over the couch arm. “There’s a blanket. If you need another one, feel free to ask, umm..” You trailed off, noticing that you hadn’t had a chance to ask him for his name yet.

“Jeongguk.”

“Well, Jeongguk,” you smiled, liking the sound of his name, “my room is just down the hall. For now try to get some rest, you desperately need it.” You finished, vanishing into your bedroom, needing some shut-eye just as much as the hybrid.

#bts #bts au #bangtan au #bts boyfriend #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts relationship #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #dog!jungkook #hybrid!au #hybrid!bts #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #stay with me floweryoonie

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dumbchickwrites · 5 years

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Brought Me Back.

Pairings: Frank Castle x Reader.

Warnings: a lil angst, smut!

A/N: I don’t remember if at this point of the series Amy is already Amy, so my apologies if I messed up.

***

“Hey, what you doin’?” you asked Amy who was rummaging Dinah’s kitchen cupboards.

“I swear to God, that woman is some kind of bird. What kind of person only eats grains and nuts?”

You laughed at her exasperated expression. Dinah had been kind enough to let you stay here with Frank and Amy. The poor woman was still tormented by Billy, after all this time and you really pitied her. She deserved some kind of closure. She deserved better. Looking at Amy, you thought that she deserved better too, no matter what kind of life she had before entering yours, or what she’d done. She was just a kid.

Glancing at the clock on the oven, you let out a big sigh. Frank had been out for quite some time now and you started worrying a bit more. He’d went out to get info out of some Russian guys and you prayed that he was okay.

“Thinking about your boyfriend?” Amy teased, making you smile. “I really can’t find anything. How about some pizza?”

As if on cue, the heavy wooden front door opened, revealing Frank covered in blood. He was grumpy, as usual, but you could see that he wasn’t majorly injured.

“Wow, great timing,” you said. “We were just about to order some pizza.”

He raised both of his thumbs at you and Amy before disappearing in the bedroom. Amy sighed, opening her brand new laptop to order the pizza, you assumed.

“How did this begin anyway? I mean, you two are pretty cute with you as the sunshine next to Frank’s big dark cloud but I just can’t wrap my head around how you met.”

“Oh, you want me to tell you a story? Is that what this is?” you smirked.

“Yep! I wanna hear everything about the time mommy and daddy first met.”

“Well, how do I start… So I was a hitwoman, right. I was pretty good. I used to get paid y’know, depending on the target, or I’d work ‘freelance’ kind of like Frank. I had very good deals with the Italian mafia, by the way. So one day I get this deal, right. Half of the money upfront, the other half after the job was done. It’s this weird sketchy ass motherfucker, a child molester, fucking disgusting. At first I wouldn’t accept the money ‘cause I thought, it’s for a good cause, but I got bills to pay.

“So I get in the building. It was hella creepy, it gave me the chills, kids clothes hanging on the walls, some of them torn, even bloody. I remember this little pink fairy costume… it absolutely broke my heart. Anyway, I’m distracted by the clothes then I hear a silenced gunshot. The bullet lands in the wall, right next to my head. I turn around and there’s the fucking Punisher. We fight for like a minute before realizing that we’re here for the same thing. So we finish the guy together and leave. He sees blood on my clothes — a GSW from a previous job and he offers to take me back to his place where his friend can stitch me up properly.”

“So what, you had sex?”

“No!” you snorted. “We talked all night, and realized we were kind of the same; two hollow souls killing to make peace with themselves,” you took a sip of your cooling tea. “You see kid, I was in a very bad place. I was lost, I was desperate, y’know I didn’t know if I had a purpose in this world. I’d already tried to end my life a few times, put a bullet in my mouth,” you tried to swallow the big lump forming in your throat. “But Frank, he—he brought me back from that dark place, you know, just by being by my side. I now have someone I care about, something to live for. I wish I could say that he felt the same though. His family still haunts him, and I’m not saying that I want him to forget them and live for me like I live for him, but I wish I was enough.”

Amy observed uncomfortably as you were struggling to regain your composure. It wasn’t often that you had the occasion to talk about your feelings and pour your heart out to someone, but you were glad to finally let everything out. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“Sorry kid, this just got a little heavy for you, huh?” you let out a humourless chuckle.

“No, it’s fine. Really. So… you love him?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Yeah I guess I do. But I don’t think he knows that. I’m afraid he’d go running for the hills if I told him and I really don’t want to lose him.”

“Well I can’t tell you what’s in Frank’s head but I can give you a hug, maybe?” she gave you a crooked smile, her arms opened.

“Yeah, I’d like that, come here.”

The blonde girl went around the counter to meet you and wrapped her arms around you.

“Thanks kid. You’re a good listener.”

“Yeah, I know, I get that a lot.”

Amy stretched her limbs out as the credits rolled up on the TV screen. It had been the coziest evening you had in a while, watching a stupid movie with pizza and two people you deeply cared about.

“I’m going to bed,” Amy stated. “Good night.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” you said after her, since you were both sleeping on the bed.

You sat up from your comfortable spot in Frank’s arms and started cleaning up the coffee table.

“You barely ate,” Frank pointed out, following you in the kitchen, cans of Coke in hand. “Is something wrong?”

“Nah, it’s just that whole quiet life thing that got me putting on a few stupid unwanted pounds so I’m just, you know, trying to change that,” you answered, still tidying up Dinah’s place.

Frank froze for a moment, as if he had trouble processing the information before chuckling while shaking his head.

“That’s bullshit. I mean, to me at least. I like it,” he slapped and squeezed your ass, making it jiggle in your black sweatpants. “I really, really like it.”

You rolled your eyes at his behavior. “Very mature, Castle.”

“Hey, come here a sec,” he sat on a stool. “Look, I, uh, I heard you talking to the kid earlier.”

Your eyes widened as your heart sank in your chest. He heard you. He knew you were in love with him. He was going to leave and never come back and you’d be all alone again. Could you survive another loss? What will you do? Will you go back to wandering around the city as an assassin who claimed to be a vigilante? Your heart rate became quicker. You were scared. You’d just lost everything. You closed your eyes briefly, cursing yourself for even talking to Amy in the first place.

“And, uh, you make me better too. Before, when I was hurt, I could just let myself die, you know. I was waiting for death every morning, every second of the day I hoped it would find me. But now, knowing that I have you waiting for me somewhere, it just—it just gives me strength, you know. You’re more than enough,” he raised a calloused hand to your face, cupping your cheek, and you leaned in it. “You can never lose me. I love you.”

He moved his hand to the back of your neck to pull you in a passionate kiss. At that moment, you were certain your heart was going to explode in your chest. You thought you’d already met the love of your life once, but that wasn’t the case. Frank loved you back. That was all that mattered at the moment. Well maybe a wild Billy in the streets and an even wilder preacher looking guy trying to kill you, but all of this was moved to the back of your mind the second Frank’s lips met yours.

“I wanna hear you say it, (Y/N),” he whispered against your lips. “Say it.”

“I love you, Frank. I love you.”

With a grunt, he picked you up, hands massaging your ass, to lead you to the couch, where he laid you down, his lips still devouring yours. His fingers found the base of your black tank top, reading to remove it.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you whispered. “What about the kid? She’ll hear us! And this is Dinah’s couch!”

His eyes locked on yours, he slid a hand in your underwear feeling your already soaking core, as he circled one of your hard nipples over your top with his other thumb.

“Yeah, I think you’re thinking just like me. Fuck this and fuck that,” two of his fingers entered your tight pussy. “What do you say, doll?”

“Fuck me. Please.”

“Nah, sweetheart,” he took of his shirt in one swift move and unbuckled his belt. “I’m making love to you tonight.”

He undressed you as fast as he could, only leaving you with your panties. He took his time to remove them, leaving kisses all over your legs down to your inner thighs where he bit and kissed every inch of your skin. He hooked two fingers on the sides of your black number, and slowly, very slowly, slid it up your legs to watch as your juices separated between your skin and the fabric of your underwear. Satisfied, Frank’s fingers found their way inside of you again, making you a whimpering mess as he moved them in and out of you, while simultaneously playing with your nipples.

He brought you to the edge of your release only to deprive you of it. He looked content of it, the asshole. You watched as he rose to his feet to remove his pants and his underwear, licking your lips at the sight of his hard cock. You spread your legs, as ready as you’ll ever be. Goosebumps covered your body when you felt the tip of his cock on your throbbing clit.

“Tell me again,” he demanded, his thumb caressing your lower lip.

“I love you, Frank. I love you more than anything,” you said, cupping his face with your hands. He closed his eyes and kissed your palms, leaning into your comforting touch. As he bent down to kiss you, you became more intimate than ever, physically and emotionally. You had hope that everything would be okay as long as he held you in his arms, as long as his skin would be agaisnt yours nothing could get to you, nothing could break you.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck as his thrusts deepened, his grunts sounding like the greatest melody you’d ever heard. The skin of his back was soft under your hands, his own delicately raising your legs to rest them on his shoulders, giving him a better angle to pound into you. The spark that lit up between you had turned into a fire that you could now see in his eyes as he looked at you; helpless, completely giving yourself to him. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing on earth when you were a reflection of him.

He switched positions to have you on top. You could now run your hands all over each other’s upper body. You touched and kissed every scar you could reach, letting him know that you loved them as much as you loved him because they’re a part of him and his story. He held your hips to slow down the pace, making the strokes slower and deeper.

Then you felt it. Every muscle in your body tensed up as you finally found your release. Frank kissed you to muffle your moans, still pounding into you to make your orgasm last as long as possible. He came soon after you under the contractions of your pussy, staying inside of you even after it was over.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” he whispered against your lips as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“How do you know?” you asked, eyes welling up with emotion.

“‘Cause I got you.”

A FEW WEEKS LATER.

The weather seemed to be linked to Frank’s mood. Hell, to his life even. Rain was pouring down on him as he started at the big stone in front of him. His face was blank. He didn’t even know if he should be sad or angry. He had no one else to blame but himself. He’d done that to you.

“Frank, come on,” a soft voice said.

Karen squeezed Frank’s arm to bring him back to reality but it was like he wasn’t there. Curtis and Dinah exchanged a worried look. Frank was broken for good now. There was no fixing him. Not anymore.

“I told you,” Frank finally spoke, eyes still glued to your tombstone. “There’s no warm, cozy ending for me.”

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader #frank castle fic #the punisher fic

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thelifepartners · 5 years

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Cheyenne Morse

This is the second part of a story I wrote a while ago. The first part is called Guttering Out and can be read here! This story picks up right where the last one ended.

The End of Everything

Photo by Kevin Rheese

Mack woke up. There was beeping equipment and people in lab coats looming over him. He was in pain. He gasped and his eyes rolled in his head as he tried to take everything in. He activated his powers. In a moment he went from being a broken, barely moving figure to healthy looking young man. The doctor gave a small shout of surprise and she and the nurses fell away. He grabbed at the doctor in a fog. He snagged her pocket. The doctor scampered away, pushed up against the wall trying to slide away from him. Whatever had been in her hands clattered to the floor. He was left with a scrap of cloth from her breast pocket and the pen that it had been holding.

One thought blared through his mind over and over again. They got me. They got me. Panic was in control of him. His lungs were working like a bellows. His eyes were wide without really seeing. He had to get out.

Suddenly something was pressing him back onto the bed, some one. He wasn’t as strong as he usually was, it had been a while since he was as strong as he should be but there was only one person in the world who could be holding him down. He showed his teeth in an angry snarl and drove the pen into Tera’s side as hard as he could. The plastic pen burst into shards against her impenetrable skin. A nurse screamed. Then Tera had hold of both his arms and he was pressed hard back into the bed. He’d been half sitting up when she’d lunged into him so the back of his head sunk awkwardly into the plaster of the wall. The frame of his cot was jammed into the wall as well. The electronics in the bed whirred angrily under the strain of her holding him down.

Tera pressed her forehead against his. They were breathing each other’s air. Tera was saying something to him but he was too disoriented and too angry to hear what it was. But the words wormed their way into his mind and he stopped fighting her.

“We aren’t in the compound. We aren’t in the compound,” Tera said. Her voice was soft, soothing.

He’d woken up like this so many times when they were younger. Back when they were so close that she was always right there when he woke up screaming from some nightmare. Forehead against his. Breathing each other’s air. Some treacherous part of him even felt better knowing she was here.

Mack forced himself to focus. If he wasn’t in the compound he needed to know where he was. He twisted his head beneath hers, she lifted her forehead so he could see better. They were in a hospital room. Tera had brought him to a hospital. He gave a small snort of disdain.

Three armed guards had burst in the room at some point. Not cops or security. It was easy to see they were military. They were pointing guns at him and Tera as if they would do anything to hurt them right now. The doctor and one of the nurses were sitting on the floor next to the door, right where their legs had given out. The doctor’s white lab coat torn where he’d grabbed it. The other nurse was against the far wall but still on her feet.

“What the fuck did you do?” Mack croaked out. He was parched.

“Saved your life. You’re welcome,” Tera said. She turned her head to look at the guards. “I’ve got him. Why don’t you put those away before someone gets hurt?” The guns didn’t waiver.

“Please,” said the nurse against the wall. It took her a couple tries to get the word out audibly but she got it out. She stepped away from the wall her hands raised. “Please, she’s got him. Let me do something about the monitor at least.” Just about every sensor attached to Mack was going crazy. The room was filled with a shrill beeping that wasn’t doing anything to ease the tension.

The guards hesitated but lowered their weapons when the man in front signaled them. The nurse started forward but jerked to a stop when Mack spoke.

“No one is coming over here until those fuckers get out of this room,” he said. His hands straining to free themselves from Tera’s iron hard grip. Tera sent them an imploring look that he could tell was struggling to look polite and not dismissive. What the hell did they think they could do anyway? They were nothing.

The guards went. It was clear they weren’t happy about it, but they went. The leader helped the doctor and the other nurse to their feet and led them outside. The door whooshed quietly shut behind them. The nurse looked to Tera, who nodded encouragingly to her.

She moved carefully around the two of them. The super humans were locked in an awkward tableau. Tera was looking down at Mack but he was watching the nurse, Kayla by her name tag, with a ferocity that left her hands shaking.

Kayla turned off the sounds and felt her shoulders relax a little as the blaring cut out. She walked around to the other side of the bed and picked up the paddles off the ground. When Mack saw them his eyes widened.

“For fuck’s sake, Tera, I was that far gone and you still brought me in?”

“You’re damn right I brought you in. When were you going to tell me about the cancer?” Tera was mad, her voice was quiet but there was an undercurrent of rage deep enough to drown him in. He finally stopped staining against her grip but he didn’t answer her. After a long silence Kayla cleared her throat.

“Uh, the catheter…”

“Take it out,” Mack said.

“Promise you won’t hurt her,” Tera said.

“Do you want a pinky promise?” he asked. A snide smile cut across his face. She didn’t rise to the taunt.

“A verbal one will do just fine.”

Mack shot a suspicious look at the nurse.

“I promise she will be safe as long as she sticks to doing what she says and doesn’t try anything,” he said. Kayla held her hands up. Nothing to hide.

“I’m just going to put on some gloves,” she said. Mack nodded. Tera repositioned herself to make things easier while ensuring she still had a good grip on him. He could read Tera’s thoughts on her face. She was trying to think of something she could say to get him to see reason. She wanted him to stay and get treatment. There was no way she could believe he would stay here and she couldn’t just keep dragging him back here every time his powers gave out. She was searching his face for any flicker of concern for himself. His return stare was stony and cold.

“Done,” Kayla said, moving away from the two of them briskly.

“Mack,” Tera said. “I know you’re pissed but I’m going to need you to be reasonable and talk to me.” Mack ignored her and looked past her to where Kayla was standing.

“Get down on the floor,” he said. Fear flashed quickly across Kayla’s face but she did as he said.

“Mack,” Tera said sharply. “These people have been caring for you. If you want to leave we are going to walk calmly out of here without instigating anything.”

“You put these people at risk by bringing me here,” Mack shot back. “The quicker we leave the faster everyone else is safe.” She opened her mouth to argue further, her whole body tense against him trying to push her off. She didn’t get another word out. Rather than trying to fight her off, he pushed down. The side of the bed closer to the windows crumbled. The two of them tilted sideways and Mack used their new momentum to fling Tera out through the windows.

She did not yell in surprise. He just got a quick look of the disappointment on her face before she was through the glass and out of sight. The windows had been drawn against prying eyes and the glare of the setting sun so he hadn’t been sure what floor they were on. Apparently they were several stories up.

Bullets punched through the wall. Nurse screamed and covered her head with her hands. Mack didn't pay them any mind. They couldn't hurt him. By the time he was out of the bed and at the window the military guards were back through the door. Two of them concentrated their fire on him. One grabbed the nurse off the floor and hauled her back out of the room. Mack leapt out the window after Tera. His hospital gown billowed awkwardly but he didn't let it bother him. He'd never been that shy.

He landed hard but Tera had landed harder. She'd cracked part of the curb and dragged up a fair bit of grass. She pushed herself to her feet as he hit the pavement. There were flashing lights and sirens closing in, distant shouting coming closer.

"If Kayla is hurt --" she began.

"The longer we stay the greater likely hood of casualties. Do you want to hash this out here?" He didn't wait for her to respond. He started running. She ran after him, willing to get a bit of distance between them and everyone else before confronting him.

A few blocks later Mack heard her growl in disapproval when he swiped a pair of jeans from a side walk sale. Though shoplifting had to be pretty far down her list of grievances with him. He tossed his bullet hole riddled gown to the pavement and slid quickly into the pants. Everybody he could see looked shocked. Mack wasn't sure if they were surprised at his state of undress or because they recognized who exactly was stealing from them. He glanced around for Tera, expecting to find her glaring at him or making a mental note of what store it was so she could come back later to pay. She was two steps ahead of him. Tera was handing several folded bills to a clerk who was too startled to even blink at the exchange. Mack started to say something crass but she grabbed a hoodie off a rack and flung it in his face. He grabbed it out of the air. Without a word both of them started running again.

This was what he missed about her most, the quiet understanding. He wanted to get as far away from the hospital as possible, she didn't want to endanger civilians. There was no need to fight right now. If it was anyone but Tera this close to him they would be recklessly firing at him. Not doing damage to anyone but themselves.

They could move quite exceptionally fast when they needed too. They were being pursed but it was easy for them to out maneuver their tail and slip away. They cut straight through the city center and out passed the suburbs and into the woods. The sun was nearly set but they had no trouble seeing in the dim light. They were deep in the woods, the mossy ground was springy beneath their feet. They were as alone as they were going to be.

Tera was going to want to talk. She was going to want to drag this out. Mack didn’t want any of that. He just wanted to pick up where they’d left off. He grabbed a low hanging branch as he ran beneath it and yanked it out of the trunk. He spun on his heal and swung it at Tera’s head.

She ducked under it, still running. Her feet almost slid out from under her on the mossy ground but she grabbed a tree to steady herself. She managed to keep her feet but the tree was little more than a sapling. It snapped off in her hand. She whipped him in the face with it. He blocked the blow with an arm and the sapling snapped in two.

“Damn it, Mack. Is it so hard to talk to me?” Mack still had hold of his branch and he brought it down hard on her shoulder. The wood splintered and snapped. She stumbled sideways and fell to one knee.

“Is it so hard to fight me? It’s all you’ve been doing for almost our whole lives. Ask anyone, they’ll count it as you’re greatest accomplishment,” Mack said. Tera dropped her stick and yanked a rock as big as his head out of ground. She hurled it at him. He side stepped it.

“Why do you want to fight? You can’t win,” Tera said. “You aren’t as strong as you should be. The sickness is getting to you. Why won’t you let me help you?” She threw another rock. It caught him in the chest. His breath went out of him in a gust. She closed the distance between them.

"There is nothing to do. I'm dying, Tera." He batted away a punch and grabbed her throat. He lifted and her feet left the ground. Her breathing was harsh, he could barely understand her reply.

"They told me at the hospital," she gasped out before kicking him in the stomach. He dropped her. They were on a slight incline so she actually slid away from him before she dragged her hands through the dirt.

"I swore that they wouldn't be the ones to kill me,” Mack said. “Never them. But here I am at their mercy anyway.” His voice rose to a shout. “Dying because of their fucking experiments.” He took a few deep breaths and asked in a much quieter voice “Have you checked yourself?" She pushed herself back to her feet.

"Not yet,” She shook her head, grim faced. “But I expect they'll find something when they do. It was always just a matter of time for us.”

"I don't have long. I can feel myself getting weaker every day. All that poison they gave us, finally doing its job. I need your help. You're the only person I can trust." He dropped the piece of wood he was still holding. His hands hung loosely at his sides. His tone was no longer mocking. The anger was quieter. For what felt like the first time in years he sounded sincere.

"Of course. What can I do?" This sudden change surprised Tera but her whole stance changed as well. The defensive posture melted away. She took several steps towards him like she meant to embrace him but she stopped short.

"Kill me," Mack said.

Rage covered Tera’s face like a veil. She punched him. He probably should have expected it but he didn't. It caught him off guard and he wasn't braced for it. Mack was knocked off his feet and slid a considerable way before he finally skidded to a stop. He was laughing and hadn't even got to his feet before Tera stalked over to where he lay. She hauled him up with two fistfuls of his sweater.

"And just what exactly do you think is so fucking funny?"

"Well, you look pissed off enough to kill me. Given what you are mad at me for asking it just seemed a little hilarious."

"How dare you ask me that," she was so angry the words came out breathlessly.

"What else am I going to do?" The laughter was gone from his voice now.

"We can get you treatment," she said.

"They'll kill me, or worse, the second I show my face."

"I'll stay with you, protect you, like I did at the hospital." Anger flickered across his face. He grabbed her shoulders. His grip was so tight his nails bit through the cloth of her shirt.

"Do you think I would let you give yourself up like that? Let them get you too, out of some stupid notion that you could protect either one of us in custody?" He saw it play behind her eyes. They could pump him full of any kind of drug they wanted under the guise of medicine. Saw her realize that treatment would only be euthanasia and dissection. She shook her head.

"We don't have to turn you in to get help. There has to be something underground, there is a black market for everything," she said.

"Including us. Come on, we are probably the two most recognizable people on this planet. What kind of black market medicine do you think we are going to get our hands on without someone trying to turn us in for the reward money? You're talking about the kind of people who steal kidneys out of people for profit. And there we'd be, the biggest score any of them could ever see in their life time and you think they would just quietly sell to us without one of them getting greedy?" He made a disgusted sound.

"There has to be a way," she said through gritted teeth.

"There is only one thing we can do."

"No, ask me anything else."

"I would have done it myself by now but I had no way to ensure they wouldn't get their hands on my body after all was said and done."

She let go of his shirt and pulled him into a hug so tight it would have snapped a normal person in half. Hesitantly he lifted his arms and embraced her back.

"I thought you'd be ready to be done with me. With all of this."

"Don't say that to me. Don't say for one second that you believed I could want this. Especially after the shit you pulled in South Dakota."

"You knew that was me?"

"I may have been half dead and unconscious but it doesn't take a super genius to figure out I didn't somehow move myself out of range of the military sweeps and bandage my wounds. Was I supposed to believe a deer wandered by and helped a girl out?"

He laughed into the curve of her neck. She chuckled a little bit too. For a handful of second it felt like it used to be, back in the day.

"Why did you save me?" She asked. "Up until that moment I thought you were trying to kill me. Even if you didn't want to do it yourself, you could have just left me for the sweeps to pick up. I would have been out of your way."

"I couldn’t just…” He struggled to find the words to explain. He bared his teeth in frustration. When the rage had lifted from his eyes and he realized how close he'd come to killing her his heart had nearly shuddered to a stop. If she'd died it wouldn't have just been the end of her life. It would have been the end of everything. Tera and Mack been each other’s whole world for almost all their lives. She was the best parts and the worst. There weren't words big enough to express the dread that had filled him when he’d thought he’d lost her. He forgave her now for taking him to the hospital. It had been foolish but he knew that deep down panic. “I would never let them get you. If I had to burn the whole world to the ground to keep us out of their hands I would do it. I'm never going back and neither are you."

"I understand," Tera said. "Which is why this is total bullshit.”

"Killing’s easy, so easy you can do it on accident." he said. He heard her grind her teeth. He was just trying to make her mad now. He wanted her to remember that she had killed before, that she couldn’t try to back out by playing the non-killer card. She didn’t take the bait.

“Yeah, you were pretty cavalier with Kayla’s life. She’s spent days looking after you and you couldn’t even let her get out of the room before starting something. If she’s hurt, if she’s dead, that’s on you.” She pulled back so she could look accusingly into his eyes. Their grip on each other was no longer friendly.

"That’s on them,” Mack barked back at her. He held up three fingers. “Three people in a room. The only person they can hurt with gun fire is completely innocent yet they open fire on us. They don't know how to control us. They want us to live small because they are afraid of us. Just by existing we are considered a threat. There is nothing we can do to appease them. We tried working for them. Even when you weren't hurting anyone they were still after you, just because. They won't stop until we are dead. They try to hold themselves hostage and then blame us for the blood-shed. Maybe that works on you but I won't let it hold me back."

"Three people in a room. Only one of them can be hurt. There was nothing stopping you from having her leave the room before all that started."

"She was alive when I left. If she dies it’s not because of me. The guards dragged her out of the room. She’s in the government’s hands now. I‘m sure she is just as safe as you imagine her to be.” The look on Kayla’s face showed that she didn’t imagine the nurse was very safe at all. “They are trying to kill us, Tera. Why should we show any mercy?"

"Because we can! Because we are so much stronger than them. We have a right to defend ourselves but you always gone beyond that. What they've done to us is terrible but we made it out."

“No, we didn’t,” Mack said. “Not really.” They'd circled back around now, to the place she most wanted to avoid. “Tera, please, we’ve had this argument a hundred times. I know you want me to care about them but I don’t. We don’t owe them anything. The only person I care about is you.” He exhaled angrily. “I tried to get you to finish me off without having to face it like this. I know—“

A flash of understanding shot through her with a rage hard on its heels. She punched him again. Even harder than before. It knocked him off his feet and through two trees. Wood splintered and burst out across the forest floor. He tumbled out of sight over a mossy hill.

“That’s why you picked a fight with me?” She shouted. For a moment all she could see was Mack’s broken body half buried in rubble. “You thought it would be easier?”

There was no answer. She felt the panic that had over taken her days ago seize her again. Her whole body froze, suddenly afraid that he had goaded her into that simply so he could switch off his powers and be done with everything. Fear clawed its way up her throat but before she could do anything, say anything, she heard Mack laughing again. He'd either hadn't thought to try that again or was afraid she'd drag him back to the hospital if it didn't kill him.

Relief doused her anger. Now she just felt tired.

Mack had pushed himself to his knees by the time she had reached him. She helped him the rest of the way to his feet. When he was standing she tried to let go of his hand but he gripped her tightly. Not so tightly that she couldn't have pulled away. It was more of a silent question. She squeezed his hand back. They stood there, looking at their clasped hands. One of them thinking about something long ago. One of them thinking about what was to come.

"I never told you,” he said as he ran a thumb over her knuckles. “I found where they kept our files, the samples they took of our blood. I destroyed them. You, me, Hastings, Patterson, and Fletcher. For all five of us. They might have stashed some elsewhere or some creepy ass doctor might have kept something personally against regulation but everything I could find I destroyed."

The relief was clear on her face. A hand came up and covered her mouth, a reflexive attempt to hide how much anything he said affected her. She took a wobbly step back, a weight she never thought she'd be rid of suddenly gone.

He’d done it years ago. He’d considered asking her for her help but had been afraid she might try and stop him. It had been a bad time for them, just weeks before South Dakota. He hadn't risked telling her and had barely escaped with his life. Looking at her now he realized two things; if he had asked for her help destroying the samples she would have gone with him and she would do as he asked now and take his life.

They'd spent so long at odds it had been easy to forget just how similar they were. If she was in his position she would be asking for the same thing. He would be furious at her but he would do it. For the first time in a long time Mack felt calm. It was almost over.

"I've been dreaming about the fire again," Mack said. He didn't have to say which one. Tera nodded. She knew it was the inferno that had killed their friend Fletcher. He looked up into the sky. Early star light shimmered in his eyes like cold fire.

He used to have the dream all the time. Everything around him was burning and Fletcher was screaming for help. Even when Mack found him, his body was twisted and burnt black but he was still screaming. Mack picked him in his arms and ran. But there was no escaping the fire. Fletcher was trapped in undying agony and nothing he did could save him. Mack always woke up screaming. That’s when Tera had started staying nights with him.

It hadn’t stopped the nightmares but when he woke up she would pull him tightly into her arms and tell him everything was okay. In those days Tera still had the knack for making him believe that was true.

Tera turned her hand in his so their fingers could intertwine.

"It’s different now, though. There is no screaming. No pain. Just the crackle of the flames. I hold him in my arms and we burn down to ash. There is nothing to be afraid of any more. No one can touch us. That's the only time I can really sleep anymore."

“Mack…”

"We don't have much time left. They'll be after us and I'm waning."

"Already?" Her voice cracked when she spoke. Tears prickled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. He stepped closer. He leaned his head on her shoulder. He let go of her hand, his arms came up around her waist. He let go of the remains of his power. He was the frail, broken thing he’d been in the hospital again. The breath he sucked in was full of pain. Tera was the only thing keeping him on his feet. One of her arms held him against her, the other rested gently on the back of his neck.

"I’m ready,” Mack said. “And Tera?"

"Yes?"

"Don't let them get you. Never let them get you."

"I promise."

She broke his neck. It was a small motion.

She wept bitterly and silently into his shoulder. She wanted to scream so loud that it would break the sky but there were still people after them. She couldn't stay here much longer. Even her grief had to be cut short. She heard a sound that could have been helicopter blades in the distance. That finally got her moving.

Tera picked Mack up in her arms and started running. She had to get out of here, had to keep her promise. Even if she had to burn the whole world to the ground to do it. No one was ever going to lay a hand on him again.

#the life partner #Cheyenne Morse #superheros #short story #prose

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((Alright, this ooc post will be under the cut since there’s actually quite a lot to read. It’s basically a recap on what’s been going on irl for the past few months since the crisis is finally over, and hopefully it’s actually the end of it.))

((So, from October to after December, three other roommates and I have had to deal with a now ex-roommate that was an absolute dickhead. That asshole was thirty-years-old, and acted like a goddamn man-child after he broke up with his girlfriend during the first few weeks he lived in the apartment five of us share. We didn’t see any warning signs before that happened, but it eventually spiraled out of control. During the Thanksgiving holiday, everyone was supposed to be out of town to see family because it was established among all of us that that had been the plan.

Saturday, after Black Friday, I get a text from his mother saying that she was concerned for the cat he had living with him at the time because he was in the hospital for some unknown reason. I tell her what he told me- which was that a friend was supposed to take care of his cat while he was gone, but to my shock, he never left town for Thanksgiving. On that very same day, one of my roommates who also has a cat living with her, sent me texts on what she came home to when she got back from Thanksgiving. The common area (living room and kitchen) was completely trashed and looked like a hoarder’s nest. Food from the freezer (that belonged to various roommates because we all have to share one fridge) had been strewn out on the counter and was left there to rot; the ex-roommate’s furniture was cluttering the whole living room space; all of the lights were on along with the ceiling fan; the window screens of the living room had been torn out of their frames; beer cans and dirty dishes flooded the two sinks; and the ex-roommate’s cat was starved, scared, and parched from being locked out of his room where her litter box was.

On top of that, the smoke detectors had been torn out from the ceiling. When I got back from holiday, I immediately fed the cat and gave it water. I tried cleaning up the common area, but ended breaking into hysterics when I tried to start cleaning up the mess by myself, so I ended up calling on my parents to help me. Thankfully, the roommate who returned first helped me clean up the common area and get the loose cat back into the ex-roommate’s unit.

Now, what he told us when he tried to explain the story, was that the fire alarms went off and he freaked out. He admitted to breaking the window screens because he was trying to escape the apartment (even though we all know that he could have just used the front door, we literally live across the street from the fire department station, and we live on the first floor), but the police arrested him when he broke out. This ended with the police taking him into custody, and incapacitating him with ketamine. With that in mind, he made it seem like he was a victim of police brutality and only focused on trying to convince us of his innocence. However, whenever we tried to ask him why the apartment was in such a state of utter shit, he went off on complete and utter nonsense that was completely irrelevant to what we were asking.

Then, I turned to the property manager of the complex we live in, and they gave me information that cleared things up a bit more. Turns out, he got the cops called him because he was freaking out when the fire alarms went off, and he wasn’t the one who tore the smoke detectors out like we speculated. We also know that complex security locked the apartment when no one else would be in there while the ex-roommate was in the hospital, so no one broke in and just wrecked the place. That fucker was the one who did it, but we know that he will neither admit, nor remember doing it. This is because it turns out that this guy was not only an alcoholic, but a frequent heavy drug user.

To make things worse, the roommate who helped me clean up the wreckage confided in me that the ex-roommate had attempted to steal something from her room. Not only that, but he consistently stole food and used her kitchen items without cleaning them afterwards, nor did he even ask for her permission to use them. And if that wasn’t bad enough, she had told him that she’d be around the apartment over Thanksgiving because she didn’t trust him to be in the apartment by himself, but while she was packing her things to leave, she saw him staring at her through her bedroom window. Remember, this is a thirty-year-old man subletting in an apartment with people who are in their twenty’s; my other three roommates are college students, or at least the other two are, I’m not sure about the third one. Even creepier, the two roommates who are sharing a unit that are the youngest, told me about how the ex-roommate went to college parties to hit on the girls; alongside stalking the one other roommate when she went to campus.

For the following months, it was misery for the rest of us. That dumbass may have apologized to us, but he never made any attempts at improving his disgusting behavior, and continued to get worse. He’d come back to the apartment high as fuck on god knows what, waste the electricity and water by leaving all the lights on and running several loads of laundry at a time. Not only that, but he fucked up the common area AGAIN after my roommate and I spent an entire Sunday cleaning up that goddamn mess. Eventually, he got arrested and taken to the hospital again for breaking stuff in the apartment complex lounge. When the cops came to the apartment, I let them in to investigate his room, and it turns out that he smuggled his cat back into the unit (which he actually never registered, and he had it there illegally) after the poor thing was previously taken out of the unit by his friend, and his room was an absolute horror show.

Even the cops couldn’t believe the state of the unit, and after I told them everything from the Thanksgiving incident, they were in shock and ended up putting me in charge of feeding and watering his cat until further notice. Mind you, I have a cat of my own, and don’t have enough resources to take care of two cats long-term. However, I was able to do as instructed and made sure the cat didn’t starve. Unfortunately, this cat was always scared and hissed at everyone, old, and required medication for anxiety. At this point, I had recommended surrendering the cat to the local humane society if he struggled so much to care for his cat, but he refused to do so and claimed that the cat would die, as he put it (which is stupid because humane societies are no-kill shelters). At this point, I had been constantly trying to get animal control involved, but I eventually broke down into hysterics when dispatch told me nothing could be done, and the ex-roommate would be returning to the apartment sometime soon (I was triggered, I suppose).

Fast-forward to Christmas. The ex-roommate was supposed to have been transferred long before December even rolled around, but the law wasn’t on our side for the most part. In fact, they ended up prolonging to suffering, much to all of our dismay. The court system prevented the ex-roommate from moving out because he was months behind on rent, and this ended up having even more problems because I had to leave town for Christmas, leaving one of the other roommates along with the ex-roommate. Before I had to leave, however, both of us were walking on eggshells because the ex-roommate came back into the apartment one night, high as hell, and tried breaking into her room. While she was still in there, changing so she could get ready for a work party.

That sleazy-gross-ass fuck. This one roommate, in specific, had the misfortune of having to deal with the brunt of the guy’s repulsive behavior. While the rest of us were gone, he decided to spite everyone by wasting as much water and electricity as he could (which pissed me off quite a bit because I’m the one who pays everyone’s electricity bill, and he hadn’t paid me back for the previous months) to the point of forcing the other roommate to take a cold shower because he wasted all the hot water (WHICH WAS USED TO SUPPLY A FOUR BEDROOM FLAT); he threatened, screamed at, and harassed the other roommate. He even accused her of discriminating his mental disabilities because she confronted him about tampering with her mail (which is a FELONY). During all of this, I had been texting with her to make sure she was safe, especially because she wasn’t able to make outgoing phone calls due to being unable to pay her phone bill.

On Christmas Eve, the ex-roommate was acting out violently, so I called the police for her, and had them reach out to her (A friend of mine pointed out that- I think- the police department can be contacted through text, but I had no idea at the time). Finally, I return to the apartment, and unfortunately- the ex-roommate is still given the rights to enter and leave the apartment as he pleased. But at the time, I was far too pissed off to remember this; as a result, he got locked out of the apartment. Funny thing is, while he had screamed and cursed at the other roommate for dead-bolting him out because she didn’t feel safe, he did absolutely nothing after he was finally let back in. He realized I had come back, and because he thought he could have his last hoorah while I was gone, I made the last days he was living in the apartment an absolute hell for him.

It wasn’t even hard to do, all I had to do was be there. The very day I got back, he acted like an animal with its tail between its legs once he realized I had returned. Mind you, it was just my other roommate and I currently present when he started cowering, we even laughed about it in the kitchen while he was in his room- and could hear us throw shade. I stared at him through the opening of my bedroom door when he came back into the apartment, he just ducked right back into his room without a word. Even better, I had the chance to tell him right to his face that his apologies didn’t mean shit to me, and that was all I needed to say to verbally destroy him.

He couldn’t even talk shit to the other roommate the one time I was out of the apartment; she was in the kitchen, made eye contact with him and waited for him to say something, but he just hung his head in shame and went back into hiding. I had never wanted to physically hurt someone so much in my life, but at least the story was coming to an end. He eventually just disappeared- which we found out that it was because he got arrested for forgery, and he got arrested again for misconduct on the apartment complex property. Unfortunately, he left behind his cat, and she had been left to starve in his room with some hairband bracelet thing around her neck. Even after reporting this to animal control, and having the property manager try to push for an officer to take the cat into custody, I once again volunteered to feed and water the cat until the authorities could reach a proper decision.

Over the course of the days, I did my best to get the cat used to socializing (because she was constantly locked in the ex-roommate’s unit all the damn time), and she warmed up more and more each day. Finally, I was given legal permission to take her to the humane society and surrender her myself. Vet techs were able to remove the thing around her neck, and I got to see her again during my last volunteer shift. She remembered me, and let me pet her; it was rewarding to see her so happy for once, and it is an absolute relief knowing that the ex-roommate can no longer try to take her back. She belongs to the humane society I volunteer at now, and that was an accomplishment that I was glad to keep persisting on achieving.

In the end, the ex-roommate is officially no longer allowed to step foot on the complex property by law, the locks have been changed, and all the trash called his belongings that were left in the common area were finally removed today. I thank you all for being so patient with me, not just during the time of the irl problems, but also just in general. My energy has been on a weird on-and-off basis lately, and this had greatly taken a toll on my muse. I’ll keep doing my best though, and rest assured, I have the threads in my Drafts. I’m just constantly tired.))

#((ooc))#long post #drug mention tw #animal endangerment tw #harassment tw #TLDR; four other roommates and I had to put up with a borderline sociopathic manchild for the past few months.

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