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mrsjavierp · 3 months

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Where You Belong?

Chapter 7 - Torture

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, drug dealing - Narcos Universe (not so accurate), bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN. No physical description of the reader, only your clothes (sometimes). The POVs are shifting between reader (first person and Narrator - 3rd person)

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 2,6k

A/N: I'd love to know about you're thinking about it so far! Your opinion is really important! Tks <3 Btw, I'm tagging @pedrostories! Babe, let's show'em why we're so much in love for that man!

Obs: Oops, I did a "past x present situation" again, so, anytime you see something written like this, is past. If not, it's just Javi's memory about the night he won't (and can't) forget... And neither can you, reader <3 Let's be honest, how would we forget a night like that?

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Narrator's POV:

Javier went to see how Steve was doing, after Connie left.

The apartment was a mess, with empty bottles all over.

If ever Steve were sober, it was before his girls went back to Miami.

He was so depressed... Made Javier think about his family as well, but in a different way: if it was him and Lorraine, would he try to do some or anything?

Steve sniffed and cleared his throat, handing Javier a beer, bringing him back from his thoughts.

"Have you, uh... Had anything to eat in the last 24 hours?" - he asked.

"About Y/LN..." - Steve ignored Javier. - "Do you think she's gonna send me back? Did she say anything?"

"To be honest, I think if she was going to send you back, she'd have done it already. We know she doesn't put up any shit."

Steve sputted.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Do you think I am out?"

"I don't know." - Javier answered.

"Well, I ain't ready to go home yet, Javi. I'll tell ya that." - Steve threw the top from his bottle away. - "Damn it! She's fucking..."

Javier got up, he needed to do some or anything.

"Take a shower. Sober up." - he suggested to the friend. - "I'll get back to you."

Steve sighted, sitting back down.

"Thanks for talking to Y/LN again, man." - Steve thanked, while Javier was driving to their new office. - "I mean that... You saved my ass."

"One more fuck-up, Murphy..."

"Oh, I know." - he responded.

"Is it gonna happen again?" - Javi asked, worried.

"I don't know. I really don't." - Murphy seemed lost in thoughts.

"Let's hope for the sake of our careers that is the first and the last one."

Shortly after they arrive, you show up by helicopter, wearing a black tight suit, heels and sunglasses. Javier was already shivering.

Making an effort to change his focus, he said to Steve:

"Get ready to get your balls snippet." - and they both smirked.

Steve and you sat down at your office, his expression was awful: sad, bitter, hangover.

“So Connie left… You’re upset, knocked a few back to numb the pain and then decided to take it out on some Wall Street pendejo”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Isolated incident?”

“Yeah.”

“You still don’t trust me? That’s fine. But if I’m gonna have your back, I need to know that I can trust you. Otherwise, I have no problem sending you back to Connie in Miami… Am I making myself clear or do you need a drawing?”

“Loud and clear, Jefe.” - He sighed.

“Dismissed, Murphy. Go to work.”

He got up and left your office.

He was just a ghost… A resemblance to what he was, when Connie was here. God, you felt sorry for him.

Hours later, you sat down at the bar, close to your office, after all those hours, alone.

You just wanted peace.

So much happened and you also got quite some happening.

Steve and his bullshit, Escobar on the run, Crosby up on your ass...

"A Dry Martini, por favor. Seco." (A Dry Martini, please. Extra dry.) - you order.

"¿Señorita, dry martini? ¿Seco? ¿Estás enferma?" (Miss, dry martini? Extra dry? Are you sick?)

"No, amigo... Soló necesito olvidar algunas cosas." (No, my friend… Just need to forget a few things.)

He knew your drink was a neat scotch, he never saw you drinking any other thing.

You hated how the gin burned while going down your throat. You could almost remember when Javier fucked your throat at the same time you used your vibrator because he wanted to see how you've done by yourself... He convinced you to pick it up at your place because he needed to ruin you, as you did to him...

"Díos mio... I don't wanna remember anymore, please, make it stop..." - you whispered like a secret prayer, closing your eyes.

About 2 hours later, taking off his tie, Javier walked into the same bar.

He sighed, so frustrated, so hurt, so pissed off.

Lorraine just had put the cherry on top: she wanted to leave Laredo to Dallas or Austin, because... He didn't even understand why. She asked for more money, his visit for a few days... The only good thing on that call was his baby boy, Lucas, who your so called wife insisted on calling Luke. Sometimes, he felt a little prejudice from her against his latin origin.

And she demanded again! Javier was trying to delay it, but she was coming on strong at him.

The worst part is… He didn’t care about Lorraine. Not that he ever did in the first place, but…

In reality, he was just sad...

Sad that he spent an intimate long night fucking you and... Nothing.

You just disappeared. Left him hanging.

Javier didn't even get to listen to you masturbating anymore.

He asked for a scotch, neat.

Just like he purred to you that night…

Sometime that night, you sat down on the armchair by his bedroom window, lit up your cigar, while he served you a glass of whiskey. You wore nothing but your red panties...

Javier kneeled down, again, for you.

There you were, smelling like your cigars, whiskey, sex... And Javier.

His hands worshiped your figure, opening you for him, again.

"Javier, I'm a little occupied..." - you said to him, almost purring.

"I don't care. I need to touch you. Go ahead with whatever you drink or smoke. It's sexy as fuck."

He loved that your scent was just like his. Make him feel like you belong to him, only him.

“When I'm done with you, you're gonna smell just like me… Like my come, my perfume, my spit, my sweat… You ruined me, cariño. I'm just returning the favor.”

“Javi…”

“You know where you belong, don't you?” - his index and middle fingers entered you again. You moaned. - “You belong with me, cariño. I'm not letting you go.”

“Oh fuck…” - you moan. - “You also smell just like me, Javi…” - his eyes widened, surprised. - “You also smell just like my french perfume, my spit on your dick, my sweat on your skin… My come all over you…”

You were so distracted you didn't even notice when he walked in and sat across from you.

When he spotted you, Javier went up to you.

"Martini, Y/N? Gotta say, did not see this coming."

"Bite me, Peña." - you responded through your teeth.

"I wish I could, cariño, but you won't let me get near you. I miss you. Don't tell me that you don't remember or you didn't like it." - his mouth came closer to your ear and murmured: - "You came so many times in my mouth that shirt I wore still smells like your cum, even after I washed 3 times already... Wanna know where it is?"

You sighted slowly, catching your breath, eyes closed.

"My bed, cariño. Right where you left your red panties, where you belong. Where you should be." - he continued to whisper in your ear.

"Peña..."

"No, not Peña. Call me Javi, babyboy, obedient soldier, anything but as if we were working… We both know that’s not under your obligations."

You looked at him, in pain.

"I-I-I can't. We gotta be a part, Peña."

He hit the bar with his fist.

"Bullshit! You may be an award winning actress, but you can't pretend any of that. I remember it all too well... I remember you telling me that was a fucking dream and you didn't wanna wake up! I remember you melting under my touch..."

You laughed.

"Peña, I quit smoking and drinking whiskey because of you."

"Why?"

"Because it tastes just like you." - aside from the scotch, he smoked cigarettes, not cigars. Your eyes are almost in tears.

He looked at you with those puppy brown eyes.

"Cariño... You don't have to..."

"Yes, Peña. I do... You don't get it, do you?"

"Actually, no, I don't. Enlighten me, then." - Javier responded, rude. He couldn't bear to be hurt one more time. He wanted to be yours and you to be his, only his.

"It was a mistake, Peña. You're overthinking what happened... I... We..." - you didn't know how to say or justify. You were lying and you were such a lousy liar... Javier could see right through you.

"Don't! Don't you dare to continue to say anything like that!" - it was his time to respond through his teeth. - "You don't get to do that! I won't accept these lies! You're not fooling me nor anyone… Days ago you were moaning and coming all over me... Now you want to take it back? News flash, you can't! You can’t change the past, you can’t change the fact that we fucked worse than rabbits, cariño. I told ya, I’m greedy as fuck." - his voice went from pissed to almost cooing at you.

You were feeling awful. Guilty. You shouldn't want Javier so badly, but you wanted.

"Peña, I'm your boss. We've got a job to do. I can't get involved with you, it was a mistake!"

Javier's heart was pounding. You couldn't do that to him.

You tried to get up, but your liquor betrayed you, almost throwing you on the ground, but Javi picked you up before you got hurt.

"Vamos, cariño. I'll take you home, vecina." - he said.

You only cuddled with him, holding up all you could.

Javier helped you get inside, paying attention to what you needed: You needed to eat, to take a shower and lay down, unfortunately, too drunk to do it alone.

First, Javier prepared a bath for you, a warm one.

"Peña, I just dumped you... You don't get to see me naked again." - you said to him, while you were sitting on the closed toilet and he took off your shoes.

He laughed. You were a cute drunk.

"Don't call me Peña. I already told you. Right now, I'm not calling you by 'jefe' or 'Y/LN' either. You're cariño, hermosa or even babygirl."

You began to take off your clothes, while he took off his jacket and folded his sleeves.

"I like cariño, Javi..." - you almost purred. - "I shouldn't. But I do..."

"Good. Cariño will be, Hermosa."

He helped you finish undressing and getting in the tub.

"Oh, it's gooood. Thank you, Javi..."

He remained outside it, just taking care of you, not letting you lay down too much or sleep.

When you finished, he covered you with a towel, leaving you alone for a few minutes to look for some medicine, as hangover prevention, and some food.

A little like him, your fridge only had whiskey, water and a leftover pizza.

You two were more alike than any of you wanted or expected.

He used the oven to heat it, at the same time you put a red and lacy nightgown.

"Oh, fuck, cariño... Had to be this one?" - he asked you, trying not to sound so horny.

"It was this one or none. Pick your poison, Javi."

He sighed. What a fucking brat you were, even drunk as a skunk.

"Sit, please. There you go, eat it. Where do you keep your painkillers?"

"My bedroom..."

"Finish your dinner, cariño. I'm going to give you some, we've got work to do tomorrow, you need to bring your A-game."

"Peña, I always do. Don't mess with me."

He snorted. Feisty one you are, as usual. He liked that about you.

You finished your slice and he took you into bed, made you take your medicine. He didn't lay down, he just sat next to you, observing.

"He never took care of me like that, you know?" - you revealed, almost sleeping.

"Who, cariño?"

"Ben..."

"Who's Ben anyway?" - Javier asked, pretending not to be curious, but you were too drunk to notice anything in his voice.

"My ex fiance... A cabrón... Malparido." - you cursed.

"Remind me, cariño, why?"

"You know... All the cheating, all the lying..." - you yawn. - "I'm tired, Javi..."

"Sleep, cariño. Buenas noches, hermosa... I'll bring breakfast tomorrow morning, before we go to the office."

But you slept before he even finished his sentence.

Javier left you safe and sound, at your apartment.

However, he never felt worse.

He wanted to be with you, more than sex. More than he ever wanted to be with any woman.

The problem is...

He's also a cheating bastard. He also fucked half of Medellin and Bogota.

He doesn't deserve you and he knows it.

Javier doesn't care.

He's not going to give up on you: on the contrary, he's going to solve all that he can before you ever find out...

But how? How is he going to keep Lorraine away? How will he manage his boy's custody?

Too many questions, no answers.

“One problem at the time…” - Javier told himself, crossing the hall and entering his apartment.

He looked around: all in order, but you were missing. He wanted to do it right…

Javier laid on his sofa… But it smelled like both of you. He got up and sat at the table in the kitchen, Lorraine’s letters organized in a box.

Pandora's box, as he joked sometimes to himself.

“Fuck…” - he cursed. - “How am I going to pull it off?”

Next morning, he knocked on the door, anxious.

The seconds before you opened it felt like hours. He was bringing you breakfast from Mrs. Hernandez's café: arepas with cheese and eggs, mantecada, marquesa and, of course, black colombian coffee.

You open, holding back a smile, wearing a black dress and boots.

"What are you doing here? Something happened?" - you sound surprised.

Javi smiled, coming in as you let.

"Yes, cariño, I told you I would bring breakfast... I don't get the surprise. Wait, you don't remember? You were that drunk?"

"Oh, fuck! I forgot... Sorry, by the way."- you said as Javi entered your home.

He pulled you into his embrace, after putting the food at the table, and held you close, smelling your hair. - "I miss you so much, cariño... Don't push me away, please." - he begged.

You took a deep breath, Javier's scent was so good, so masculine and strong... You miss him too, but how can you manage it all?

You look deep in those puppy eyes.

Fuck, you hate that effect on you.

"Can we talk about it later? I'm very thankful that you brought food and took care of me last night... But things are not that simple. I don't quite remember, I was really drunk. But I do remember that I said I dumped you."

He laughed, stroke your hair.

"Not exactly... But you did reveal a few things, including that you quit smoking and drinking whiskey because of me."

You turn your face away. You felt a stupid girl, alcohol in and truth out. Your own mind betrayed you.

"Oh, fuck. Peña, I... Really, let's eat. After work we can talk, okay?"

He agreed and you both set the table. It was all delicious, he brought everything you like.

"Was Ben at least thoughtful during your hangovers?" - he asked, casually, with a smirk on his lips.

"Peña, what the fuck? How dare you? That's none of your business!" - you screamed towards him.

How and what does Javier know about my ex? - you thought.

"Cariño, you're the one who brought him up last night. I was just curious..."

"Peña, you have no right! Leave my home! Right the fuck NOW!"

"Y/N, what the fuck?! What the hell happened to you from last night to this morning?"

"I got sober, my senses got back to the right place. And you know what? I was only delaying what I was going to say. We're not getting together again. That night was a huge mistake!"

"Your car is in the garage, by the way. Keys in the ignition. See you later, jefe." - he picked up his coffee that was on the travel mug and left your apartment, not looking back.

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eddiemadmunson · 1 year

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Bet

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader, Aegon Targaryen x bestfriend!reader (platonic)

Warning: mature content, minors DNI

A/N: English is not my first language

“Let’s make a bet Y/N,” Aegon yelled and pulled you closer to him. “We are going to drink 10 cups of this fine royal wine and who will drink it all first will be the winner and the other one will be his personal slave for a day!” He chuckled, obviously slightly tipsy. “Bring it on, Aegon Targaryen!” you giggled and accepted your best friend’s bet. You were also tipsy, otherwise you would have never accept this silly bet. Aemond rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed by your stupid behavior. He was reading some thick book about war strategies or about something equally boring. “Are you sleepy, your grace?” You mocked Aegon and finished your third cup of wine, when you saw him yawning widely. “Not at all, pumpkin, not at all,” he laughed and also finished his third cup of wine. Aemond was disgusted and closed the book with loud bang and left the room grumpily, an annoyed “hmmm” leaving his thin lips. “Your brother is such a buzzkiller,” you pouted and watched the younger Prince leaving the room. “He is hopeless, he acts like he's 80 years old, he is not this awesome like me and you,” Aegon snorted and you nodded laughing, but you were sad that he left. You liked to be around the younger Prince.

Later that night

You drank your seventh cup of wine and rose up your hands in victory, when Aegon fell asleep under the table. “I’m the winner, big boy, you are going to be my slave tomorrow,” you chuckled and patted his sleeping head and excused yourself. There was no need for you to drink another 3 cups of wine. You were already the winner. Aegon will sleep till morning as usual. And truth to be told, you were already drunk. You were so drunk that you were happy that you found your own room. You stumbled into your room and fell on your bed. But you fell onto something soft. “What the fuck?!” Aemond screamed and you felt the knife on your neck. “Come on, Aemond, I didn’t know that you are into knife play,” you giggled and Aemond relaxed, when he recognized your voice. “What the fuck are you doing in my bed?” you giggled again and cuddled into him. “In your bed? This is my room and my bed!!” he growled. “Oops, wrong room,” you giggled and nuzzled your face into Aemond’s neck. “What are you doing? Get the fuck out of my bed and go to your own room. Or go annoying Aegon, I don’t care!” Aemond growled but put his dagger away. “Do you know you are very hot when you are angry?” you said and placed your hands on his firm, toned chest, tracing his skin slowly. “And you are obviously drank,” Aemond sighed and tried to ignore your touches. “I might be drunk, but I am not blind. Hmmm, I always thought, that you would sleep naked,” you added and your hand was suddenly on the waistband of his pants. He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled it away. “You know, Aemond, I always thought you are sexier than your brothers, the most powerful one, I often touch myself in my room, thinking about you,” you purred into his ear and your hand wandered south again, but he stopped you and you whined. “You don’t want me Aemond?” you pouted your rosy lips. “No, I really don’t want to fuck my brother’s drunken best friend,” he said grumpily and suppressed a moan, when you finally managed to slip your hand under his pants and palmed his hardening cock. “Are you sure?” you said smugly and pumped him in your hand slowly. “Fuck, Y/N. Stop it! You’re gonna regret this in the morning,” he warned you hoarsely. “You are so thick and long Aemond, I’m more than sure I won’t regret this,” you smirked and flicked your thumb over his head. He gasped and rolled you both over, so you were on your back. “Hands off, you horny little girl,” he groaned and his commanding voice sent shivers down your spine. “Please Aemond, I want you, I've wanted you for so long,” you whined and rolled your hips against his and he groaned again. “You are drunk Y/N. Go to sleep or I will spank your bratty ass,” he warned you grumpily and forced you to lie on your belly. “Yes please, spank my ass, my Prince,” you wiggled your butt teasingly against his crotch. “I should spank your perky ass so much that you won’t be able to sit for weeks, you horny little girl,” Aemond hissed against your ear, earning a frustrated moan from you. “Stay!” he commanded. “But Aemond…!” you whined. “I said stay,” Aemond repeated his order and forced you to stay still. You were grumpy and frustrated, but also super drunk so you fell asleep after few minutes.

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You woke up the next morning and groaned. What the hell happened? You thought to yourself. You remembered the drinking game with Aegon, but nothing else after the fifth cup of wine. You never had a hangover, but you had your blackouts. You froze, when you realized you are not alone in the bed. Someone’s hand was holding you close to his muscled body. Did you have sex with someone, when you were drunk? You gulped and peeked under the blanket and sighed in relieve. You weren’t naked. But who is the man next to you? Aegon maybe? You two often ended up drunk and fell asleep in the strangest places. You shivered, when you remembered the time, when you two woke up in piggsty. You slowly turned around and shrieked when you saw Aemond. He quickly opened his blue eye and reached out for his dagger, but relaxed when he remembered that it’s you who is in his bed. “What the fuck are you doing in my bed, Aemond?” you shouted. “Again Y/N, really? We discussed this last night.” he groaned. “This is my bed and my room. It was you who crashed into me in the middle of the night,” he explained when he saw your confused look. “W-w-what? That’s not true! What sick games are you playing with me, Aemond?” you said and tried to get away from the bed, but his strong arm held you in place. “You don’t remember anything?” he asked you with sly smirk on his face and you shook your head, embarrassed. “So you don’t remember all those things you told me?” he smirked and raised his eyebrow suggestively. “What things?” you asked nervously. You desperately wanted to get out of here. You were shy girl when you were sober and you also had the biggest crush on Aemond. Aegon teased you about it mercilessly. You were surprised that the fucker kept your secret for all these years you were thirsting over his younger brother. “Hmm, what was it?” Aemond said and pretended that he is trying to remember your words. “Oh, I remember. You said that I am hot when I'm angry,” you felt your cheeks turning red. “What else? Oh I know, I’m the sexiest of my brothers,” he added and you wished the Earth would open up and swallow you whole. “Did I really say that?” you asked, your voice shaking. “Yes you did, and you said something else, you said that you are touching yourself while thinking of me,” he mumbled into your ear and you froze. “I’m so sorry Aemond, I was drunk,” you started apologizing and felt the goose bumps forming on your arms, when you felt his body so close to yours. “Drunk mind speak sober heart,” he smirked and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “It was just a drunken talk Aemond, let me go, please,” you begged him. “It wasn’t just talking, Y/N,” he said and watched you face with wicked smile. “You touched my cock, sweet little Y/N,” he bit his bottom lip and watched your horrified face. “You are lying!” you accused him. “Oh no Y/N, I don’t lie. I could still feel your little hand on my cock,” he took your hand and licked your palm slowly. “I can imagine that this hand can give me a plenty of pleasure,” he chuckled when you quickly pulled your hand away. “Please, Aemond,” you begged him. “You begged me like this yesterday. You begged me to fuck you. But I didn’t do it and do you know why?” he asked you and you shook your head slowly. “Because I wanted you to be sober, to remember everything,” he said and before you could react, his lips were on yours. You tried to fight him for a second, but he was stronger than you and he was right, you wanted him, you wanted him badly. “Aemond,” you moaned his name softly, when he peppered small kisses in a heated trail down your neck and collar bone. “There was no need for you to touch yourself, you should have come to me earlier, pet!” Aemond smirked and kissed you passionately. You moaned softly into the kiss and caressed his strong shoulders with your fingers. Aemond quickly took off your dress, and underwear, leaving you completely naked in front of him. “You are so beautiful, pet. Why did you hide all of this from me for so long, huh? You were losing your time with Aegon, when you could have been here with me,” he smirked when you blushed and caressed your soft skin with his hands, calloused from years of training with swords and daggers. He flicked your nipple with his thumb, earning a low moan from your lips. He smirked and replaced his thumb with his tongue, swirling it around your already hard nipple, teasing you mercilessly. “Aemond , please! Stop teasing me. Don’t be gentle, please ruin me,” you begged him shamelessly. “Is this a fantasy of yours? To be fucked hard and fast by the one eyed Prince of Westeros?” he asked with dangerous smirk on his lips. “Yes, please Aemond!” you begged again, pressing your thighs together. “As you wish, you little slut!” Aemond’s tone changed from playful to dominating and you shivered in anticipation. He kissed you hard on the lips, one hand on your breast, he grabbed a handful, sucking on your nipple. “Let’s see what you got for me, my little slut!” he moved down your body and dived his tongue between your slick folds. You moaned like a cheap slut and raised your hips, meeting his sinful tongue. He slammed you back down on the bed with on hand, spanking you hard with the other. “Stay still,” he hissed and started tongue fucking you. You tried your best to keep still, but soon you were squirming underneath him. “We will have to work on your disobedience,” he growled and to your disappointment his tongue left your cunt. “Why did you stop, Aemond?” you whined and his hand was suddenly on your throat. “Because you don’t deserve to cum yet, you little slut!” he hissed and watched you closely like a hungry dragon. His eye patch was gone and you could admire that beautiful sapphire stone which was placed in his eye socket. “It’s disgusting isn’t it?” he asked you while his cock rested against your wet pussy, when he noticed that you are staring at his scar. “It’s so fucking beautiful,” you said in voice filled with so many emotions that he stopped his movements and grabbed you chin. “Don’t lie to me, pet,” he warned you, his remaining eye darkened. “I think that it’s so fucking hot Aemond,” you said and gently ran your thumb across the gemstone. “I remember the first time you took off your eye patch in front of me two years ago, I had to run away, because I wanted you so badly that night,” you confessed. “I thought that you ran away, because you were disgusted, I hated you at that moment,” he admitted. “Your eye has never disgusted me, Aemond. I know that you would rather have both of your eyes, And I wish that the stupid Lucerys has never hurt you like this, but you look like a sexy badass pirate and it makes me so horny,” you whispered the last words seductively into his ear and he penetrated you without warning. You screamed his name loudly, when he filled you completely. “You are so thick and long Aemond, I am more than sure that I won’t regret this,” your own words echoed in your head. And damn it, you were right. Aemond was stretching you perfectly, hitting all the right places inside you, making you moan his name louder and louder. “How does it feel, my little slut?” he growled next to your ear. “Amazing, Aemond! You’ll make me cum so hard!” you let out shakily. “I will fucking ruin you, my sweet slut!!” he promised and started pumping into you in savage pace. His hand was back on your throat, squeezing it lightly, you wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to fuck you deeper. Your nails were scratching his broad shoulders, leaving deep red traces on his pale skin. “Will you cum for your Prince, little slut?” he asked and you rolled your eyes, when he hit your g-spot. “Yes,” you moaned hoarsely. “Yes, who?” he insisted and his fingers found you clit. “Yes, my Prince!!” you whined and felt your walls pulsing around his thick cock. “So cum for me, scream my name, don’t be shy!” he commanded and you exploded around his cock, shouting his name loudly. He followed you as soon as your walls squeezed his cock. You were both out of breath, when the door to Aemond’s room opened and half drunken Aegon stumbled inside. “Haven’t you seen Y/N, Aemond? I am looking for her to tell her, that I finished the last three cups of wine this morning, so she lost the bet and she is my personal slave today,” Aegon cheered but stopped smiling when he saw you naked under his little brother. “It seems that your little friend is my slut and not your slave, brother. A now get out of my room!” Aemond roared and Aegon quickly covered his eyes and stumbled out of the room which was reeking of sex. “You should find your own friend and don’t steal mine!” he yelled behind the closed doors and you giggled, feeling sorry for your best friend, but your giggles turned into moans, when Aemond’s hands were back on your body. “Where were we, pet? What do you think about riding a dragon?” he suggested and you completely forgot about Aegon and your little silly bet.

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heartpascal · 1 year

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THE WORLD IS BRIGHTER

"The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins—but in the heart of its strength lies weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back. Love is more than a candle. Love can ignite the stars."

- MATTHEW STOVER, ROTS NOVEL

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• youth by daughter

"my eyes are damp from the words you left,

ringing in my head, when you broke my chest,

and if you're in love, then you are the lucky one,

'cause most of us are bitter over someone,

setting fire to our insides for fun,

to distract our hearts from ever missing them,

but i'm forever missing him."

• home by catie turner

"feelings were fleeting, but now i'm surrounded,

visions of you shaved into the side of my head,

and as i sleep on the other side of the country,

i wonder how it feels to be safe in the palm of your hand,

and i just want to go home."

• broken by anson seabra

"if you see the boy i used to be,

could you tell him that i'd like to find him?

and if you see the shell that's left of me,

could you spare him a little kindness?"

"am i broken? am i flawed?

do i deserve a shred of worth,

or am i just another fake,

fucked up lost cause?

and am i human? or am i something else?

'cause i'm so scared and there's no one there,

to save me from the nightmare,

that i call myself."

• runaway by aurora

"i was painting a picture,

the picture was a painting of you,

and for a moment i thought you were here,

but then again, it wasn't true, dah,

and all this time i have been lyin',

oh, lyin' in secret to myself,

i've been putting sorrow on the farthest place on my shelf."

• overwhelmed by royal & and the serpent

"i get overwhelmed so easily,

my anxiety keeps me silent,

when i try to speak,

what's come over me?

feels like i'm somebody else,

i get overwhelmed."

(joel to r)

• leave a light on by tom walker

"and i know you're down and out now, but i need you to be brave,

hiding from the truth ain't gonna make this all okay,

i see your pain."

• it'll be alright by cody francis

"oh, my child i know,

you're hurt and you can't let go,

it's not your fault and you don't deserve,

all the bad and the hurt."

• half light by banners

"it makes me feel nervous,

you have that look in your eye,

oh, what takes over?

what is it that holds you tight?"

"when you're in the half light,

it is not you i see,

and you live a half life,

you only show half to me."

(joel & r)

• daylight by david kushner

"two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer,

souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt,

(oooh),

there's darkness in the distance,

from the way that i've been livin',

but i know i can't resist it,

oh, i love it and i hate it at the same time,

you and i drink the poison from the same vine."

HOWL I LOVE YOU!!!! your song recs are actually my favourite things EVER. i can’t even express how much i love these. so so amazing. edit: howl. after going through all of these….. you have outdone yourself. you are amazing.

also yes this whole thing is just going to be me sobbing and crying and making myself sad about how much i made r suffer. WHAT OF IT. leave me to ramble!

ALSO ALSO heheh he this gif is so good. giggling. gonna watch that film JUST for this moment BAHAHAH

youth — sobbing. this song is just … emotional. its so good. and i think it’s just so :( poor r she’s going through it. “i’m forever missing him” is just so so real for this fic. bc she really just … can’t not think about her dad :( also the lyrics “shadows settle on the place that you left / our minds are troubled by the emptiness” is so r and joel coded. they are both suffering sm OOPS

home — i know this is going to be a common word here but.. sobbing. once again. this song is so :( AND ITS NEW TO ME!! i like hearing new songs and i trust in you and you specifically howl. ANYWAY. also the “so when are you coming home” is so …….. heartbreaking. gut wrenching. R’S DAD ISNT COMING HOME. and she knows it. and the exact lyrics you said like the sleeping on the other side of the country …….. bc her dad never made it there with her … it just makes me so sad.

broken — AAAAAHHHHH. (this is me violently sobbing and crying). and and and. i really like “please, wont someone take me home / before i lose my mind?” BUT SHE CANT GO HOME. and she really does feel like she’s losing it but like … she can’t bring herself to care. AND THOSE LAST LYRICS YOU SAID???? reader my beloved joel will be there soon :( also,,, that is exactly how joel felt and he just didnt want r to be stuck in that mindset yk, to be alone, to have nobody to pull her out of that nightmare yk

runaway — (i accidentally deleted this one…. i-) anyways AS I WAS SAYING. I LOVE THIS SONG. and in relation to this????? what if i cry, specifically, “and for a moment i thought you were here” is so so so. like you know those moments after losing someone and then like. you forget, even if its just for a moment, and then you remember and its just the worst all over again??? yeah, i know that. and yes i will be applying that to r. soz. r suffers with me. and and and “but no, take me home / take me home where i belong / i got no other place to go” like r just wants to be back home with her dad. she’s so sad. UGH. yeah. this song <3

overwhelmed — omg i’ve never actually heard the full song before now :0. anyway. also. this is so r on the journey to bill and frank’s like … before she just … fades. its mfing debilitating dude. also yes bc every time she gets .. overwhelmed, r fr does struggle to hold on to herself

leave a light on — JOEL TO R CODED YOURE SO RIGHT. “i see your pain” has me sobbing and crying because :( I KNOW I PUT A BIT OF A SPIN ON JOEL’S GRIEF AFTER SARAH but tbf we dont see it in the show or anything yk??? like we KNOW he did some … bad things, but lets be real. he didnt deal with it at all. he just fell into darker habits. and i just think him knowing exactly what r is going through, even though it will be different, he still KNOWS. and he can recognise it. and joel just makes me so sad. “but i need you to be brave” sobbing so hard. yes i will relate every song lyric to joel miller/my own fics. what about it. as we should. joel of all people KNOWS how much courage it takes to NOT fall into that headspace. my babies

it’ll be alright — howl ive never heard this song before and i……. im not ok. what the hell. this is so joel miller coded. yes he would relate this to ellie as well canonically. but r…….. its so much worse. joel KNOWS about the bad and the hurt. and joel KNOWS that out of all the people who deserve it .. r is not one of them. AND AND AND “how much longer will you suffer in this life? / but dont give up, just hold on tight / it’ll be alright” what if i sob and cry. joel just wants to reassure r man. these poor tortured souls. maybe one day ill write a happy fic (doubtful)

half light — yes on each and every level. THIS ONE IS SO PERFECT. “it makes me feel nervous / you have that look in your eye” bc joel recognises it :( joel KNOWSSSS. he knows. he’s all knowing. he knows exactly what that look means. he’s seen it in his own eyes. “it is not you i see / and you live a half life” OH WHAT JOEL WOULD DO TO TAKE AWAY ALL OF R’S PAIN. to make her ok and whole and happy. he wishes he could fix it. but he knows he can’t :( nothing can fix that pain, after all, he would know. im losing my mind rn

daylight — THIS ONE FITS SO WELL TOO. idk how you ALWAYS do this. how do you never miss???? “souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt” ??????????????????????? no because joel and r literally are mirrors of each other. they both feel the exact same guilt. and they always will. and the pride that they BOTH have in trying to handle it all alone. like yes r accepts joel and tess’s help (not that they really give her a choice) but she doesn’t WANT to connect, she doesn’t want to talk about it. and i imagine joel to have been the exact same way, only going on for tommy, and yes eventually tess, though u can imagine how long he spent refusing to admit even to himself it was bc he cared about her SMH. ‘business/survival’ is what he woulda told tommy about looking out for her. “you and i drink the poison from the same vine” hmmmm yes they really do. they r one and the same. they’ll self destruct till there’s nothing left tbh. and and and “tellin’ myself its the last time / can you spare any mercy that you might find” is joel coded and no i needn’t say more.

#heartpascal says #howl <3 #sobbing and crying #howl’s song recs #IM SOBBBBIUNNNGGG #THESE ARE SO GOOD #also this got kinda long oops #i can’t help it im obsessde #my favourite part of writing fics is when the amazing howl comes in with their fic recs.#highlight of my day <3 #I LOVE YOU

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Hi, I'm depressed it's almost 1am and I'm gonna blog my Peaky episode watch:

Episode: Series 4 episode 3

Let's go

My dad said Paul walks like a ape, and it's, all I see now... Like with both arms at the same time

Michael gives me so many mixed feelings but it's cute that his, adoptive mum showed up in the hospital

Village Michael was the best Michael

Does the adoptive mum know it was Michael's decision not to go back? She's out here, blaming Tommy, like babe... Tommy wanted Michael to go, he refused

ADA MY BABY

Polly counting the days she's gone without a fuck 😭 legendary behaviour only, you go be with someone unsuitable ma'am, we rooting for you

Hi Ada saying "behave yourself" is lowkey fucking hot

You never behave yourself Pol you go down with legends

Only Cillian could rock Harry Potter glasses with that Haircut and I am here for it

I'll make a post on this, later but Tommy needs a, woman like Linda, a women who gets him away for the Buisness

Im not a fan of Linda but Kate is gorgeous 😍

Why is everyone in this cast so hot though

No but I had to watch the Arthur and Linda, sex scene with my dad 😭😭 there's others but this is by far the worst 😭 I hate every time we get there 😭

"keep his balls empty and his belly full" Linda's mum >>>>

I hate myself for thinking this but I wonder if Helens hair drastically changed to this shorter one because she was going through treatment..it looks similar to my aunts, who went through breast cancer so I'm like 👀

Probably not cuz it's years before but.... Who knows

The paint fight scene must have been so fun to film... I love watching it each time

"I'm here as a lover of theatre" Me introducing my theatre nerd ass

I alwaud forget how good Adrien is in Peaky... Season 4 is one of my least favourite seasons but Adrien kills it as Luca even though I dislike his character in general

Arthur he had a fucking vote because it was planned to have the vote Just because you were getting fucked doesn't mean that stops

Arthur... John shoulda killed his teacher... Its not on you it's on his dumb ass

Kates smile is GORGEOUS

Arthur and Linda are a toxic relationship on each end and I hate that neither of them are getting happiness

She's trying to help you get out of the life which is damaging you Arthur, don't go Bat shit at her

100% found out that I've developed a new crush on Kate just now...can't wait to rewatch with this knowledge

"you have a lot of enemies" no shit mate... No fucking shit

JESSIE BABY HOW I HAVE MISSED YOU

and your muppet dress

You cannot say that that dress don't look like it's got muppet on

Ti's the Muppet dress..

Okay I made a post on this before but Cillians subtle yet heartbreaking acting when Greta gets brought up is a hyper fixation every damn time I watch this episode... Here's, my gif from last time

He looks so broken and I can't explain how much I love his acting choice there... Whether he even knew he was doing it or not

I'm so angry Jessie isn't coming back next series 😭

Her and Cillian had so much on screen (for lack of better word) chemistry and I'm sad we won't get any more of it 😭

Greta is still Tommys truest love and possibly his ownly love and I will go to my grave thinking that

Jessie/Charlie deserves SO much more love than she got and I'm forever bitter about how dirty she was done

Cillians acting in this scene is heartbreakingly subtle yet beautiful and I'm in awe

Arthur firing the bullet, I'm not a HUGE Arthur fan but he needs to go and get therapy and find happiness

Lizzie is under appreciated as the woman who isn't with Tommy... She is so much more than Tommy's wife

"Tommy said yes, Arthur said yes"

"but did God say yes" - I love Polly 😭

Finn trying to be in charge, bby no

As someone who has been to Blackpool... That is the happiest look you will ever see... I stayed at a hotel there for a con and it didn't even have a fucking window... We were in a box... I feel Tommy had the same experience

Lizzie, Polly and Linda arranging a girl for Finn gives more proof that he's fruity 🍓

"nice women don't do that sort of thing"

"yes they do, look at you" - we love sweet Tommy one liners 🥺

Hi if tommy wants to take me to the docks Id love that because it's, precious as fuck 🥺

He is fully in his head fucking Greta here but its still a fucking sweet moment and I love it

HE PROMISED GRETA HE WAS GOING TO CHANGE THE WORLD GUYS I CANT 😭

The way he goes back to talking business straight after having sex 😭 boy, rest dammit

"I don't want it like that ever again Tom" cuz you are interested in the other gender?

This scene woulda been a great one for Finn to come out to Tommy and I'm bitter it didn't happen, Steven recognise he ain't straight dammit

I remember watching the scene where Polly 'betrays" Tommy the first time and being so fucking pissed 😂 Still lowkey stresses me the fuck out

I always think I dislike S4 until I watch it and then I'm like damn... What a masterpiece ✨

Top 3 thinks I've thought:

1. Wow Kate is gorgeous and I hate that I've ignored it this long

2. Tommys romantic side who has his guard down needs to be shown more

3. It's not gonna be the same without Helen, I just pray they do it respectfully 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Ahhh that was fun... Hope you enjoyed my commentary 😂

(it's now 2am...oops 🙈)

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years

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Sing For Me // Spencer Reid x Reader

Blurb request for @stinkyelf and @criminalcow ! This one was FUNNNN TO MAKE.

Summary - Reader convinces Spencer to go to a bar with her and jealousy ensues. We have Protective! Spencer.

Word count - 1.5k (ahaha, suppose to be a blurb OOPS)

Prompts - "Touch her again and I'll break your wrist." -- "But I wanna hear you sing!" -- "Wait a second, were you jealous?"

"No, Y/n, please. You know it's not my kind of thing." Spencer dramatically threw his head back as I tugged his sleeve.

"Please?! Everyone wants to go home and I wanna drink! You're not gonna let me go to the bar all by myself? In the pretty dress that I have in my car?" He glared at me a bit, rolling his eyes.

"Are you really convincing me to go with you so no man harasses you?"

"That's exactly what I'm doing. Please?" I furrowed my eyebrows, sticking my lip out and giving him sad eyes. The full puppy dog look.

"Fine! Alright."

"Yay! Thank you Spencey." I skipped towards the exit.

"Please don't call me that." He whined quietly, trailing behind me.

I hopped into the driver's seat, starting it up as he took the passengers. He slid the seat back significantly farther than it's original placement, which practically had his knees up to him in the fetal position.

"Off we go!" I cheered, pulling out of my parking spot.

"Beamers?" Spencer's eyes squinted at the neon sign that hung above the wooden doors.

"It's a good bar." My shoulders shrugged. "Okay, turn around." I gestured my finger in a circle. "I'm changing into a dress in my car." He snickered, shaking his head and turning around.

"You know you look fine right?" His arms were crossed against his chest.

"I know. But I don't look bar ready." I unbuttoned the last button on my blouse, letting it fall from my shoulders. The black flowy dress slipped over me and I climbed from the car. "I'm decent." I chuckled. He turned to see me shimmying my tight skirt out from under the dress and throwing it in the back window. His face flushed a bit with the smallest smirk. "What?"

"Nothing." Spencer pushed his hair from his face and turned on his heel towards the bar.

"No no!" My hand grasped the hem of his sweater vest. "You are not wearing the in there. Take it off."

"Come on." He groaned, quickly pulling it over his head and throwing it at my face. "Better?" Spencer now sported a button down with a tie, dress pants and black converse. I reached up and loosened his tie a bit.

"Much better."

The bar smelled of people and Alchohol, to be expected. Spencer's nose scrunched noticeably.

"Let's get us a drink!" Grabbing the cuff of his shirt, I dragged him to the bar. Ignoring his noises of protest the whole way.

"You know someone has to drive right?" The side eye he was giving me told me that he was calling me irresponsible.

"We aren't gonna get drunk, don't worry, just have fun." I slipped the bartender a note.

*Give this stressed ass man the strongest you can give him.*

I was just gonna get *Spencer* drunk.

Spencer was about 3 *strong* drinks in, wobbling a bit on the stool he had set himself in not too long ago. His eyelids drooped as he watched people on the small stage doing karaoke.

"You should get up there and do something." I nudged his side lightly, I felt as if a small breeze could knock him from his sitting position.

"Absolutely not!" He half slurred, looking at me like I was crazy.

"But I wanna hear you sing!" The only fluids I had drank at this bar was 2 glasses of water, and I was crystal clear.

I was gonna get that man on the stage.

Maybe it would just take *one* more shot, so I ordered another.

"Y/n, you don't understand." He clumsily pointed his finger at me. "I cannot sing, and I will not sing."

"Well, fine. If you won't sing, you just drink one last shot." I slid the drink towards him. He downed it without hesitation.

It takes exactly 4 drinks to get Spencer to sing.

I had convinced him mere moments ago to go up on stage and sing. It still took a few minutes to get him there, but after 4 minutes of bickering, he agreed to do it.

I watched as he leaned to the karaoke machine operator. He must have said some weird ass song because the operator gave him quite the strange look. That's when I heard the music start.

Put Your Head On My Shoulder.

Of course the man would choose a song that come out in 1959, there's no surprise there. The real surprise was his voice.

I had pretty low expectations for 2 reasons.

1. Spencer just didn't seem like the singing type.

2. He was kind of plastered right now.

But as soon as he began I was in a trance. I could not keep the smile off of my face. He started the second verse, coming closer to the edge of the stage, then pointing to me.

"Put your lips next to mine, dear!" He belted, keeping his eyes on me. My eyes shot open wide with raised eyebrows.

*Is this actually happening right now?*

It was quite the scene to watch, and be a part of. The song was nearing the end, just as he was saying the last line, a man wrapped his arm around my waist. I was looking at Spencer long enough before the strange man to see he had an angry look smeared onto his features.

"Do you need something?" I inquired, attempting to peel his arm from my hips.

"Is that your boyfriend up there? Or do you make goo goo eyes at everyone like that." I glared into his ice blue eyes, proving him wrong. "I would love for you to look at me like that baby." His grip around my hip tightened.

"Can you fuck off?" I pushed at him but he was relentless. But that didn't matter as he was jerked away from me.

"Touch her again, and I'll break your wrist." Spencer was looking a lot more sober than he was before. I could see the fire burning behind his eyes, I hadn't seen him so angry before.

"What are you gonna do about it twig?" It was no doubt that the harassing man was larger then Spencer, and I wasn't about to let him get hurt. I grabbed the mans arm, swinging him around and slapping him in the face, then quickly bringing my shin to his privates. He collapsed onto the ground with a small cry.

My hand intertwined with Spencer's to drag him from the bar and to my car.

He sat down with a huff and a cross of his arms in the passengers seat.

"What a fucking douchebag!" Spencer flailed his arms wildly. I hadn't heard him speak so fouly before.

"It's okay, I'm alright."

"He shouldn't have touched you at all! Don't any men have decency? I hated seeing his arm around you. I've never gone from so drunk to so sober before." He sunk into my leather seats, looking grumpier.

"Wait a second, were you jealous?" His head whipped my way, not saying anything. His mouth opened and closed but nothing came out, he looked like a fish out of water.

"Maybe." I didn't think it was *possible* for him to sink even further into the seat. But he did.

"Is that why you sang that song?" I leaned closer to him.

"I don't know why I did that." He grumbled, placing his palms over his face. "It was a bad decision. A pretty bad way to confess that you like someone, when your drunk." His head shook back and forth under his hands.

"I thought it was romantic." My shoulders shrugged. "And you have an amazing voice, where did that come from?" He stared at me incredulously.

"You thought it was romantic?"

"Well yeah. Did you *not* see how I was looking at you on that stage? If that guy wouldn't have started dumb shit I probably would have kissed you right when you came down the stairs." I chuckled nervously.

"Can you kiss me now?" He looked pained in the face, clearly afraid I would reject him.

"This is sober you talking right? Not drunk incoherent you?"

"Totally sober and coherent. I've wanted to kiss you while coherant many times." He looked away, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "That sounded-"

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his tie, turning him towards me and smashing our lips together. He reciprocated immediately, pushing himself over the center console as much as he could. We pulled apart and set our foreheads against eachother.

"Put your lips next to mine, dear." He sang.

"Hold me in your arms, baby." I sang back, grabbing the back of his neck and kissing his nose. "Aren't you glad you came to the bar now?"

"I wouldn't have missed it anyway, especially with you."

#MGG #mgg #criminal minds #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #mgg fic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid imagine #matthew gray gubler #matthewgraygubler

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impala666 · 4 years

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The Hot Nanny Part 1

Hi there! So this was a request for Joey to be secretly dating Chandler’s sister but use the hot nanny from season 9 episode 12 as a front so that Joey can sneak off to be with Reader!Bing. But since I am watching the episode as I write it is taking me longer than I expected so I am going to make it into a couple of parts. I love Friends so much and I love writing it, so thank you for this request!!!!

It had been about 3 months since your little thing with Joey started. Of course before when you first moved to New York nothing happened because you were new to the city and you came to live with your brother of all people, so of course nothing happened while Chandler was still living with his best friend. Throughout the years Joey and you had always subtly flirted back and forth and there was the lingering touches and looks. Also of course when you dated any guy Joey seemed to get in a mood that you knew was jealousy but he would never admit. But then Chandler and Monica’s wedding rolled around, things happened. During the reception both you and Joey got drunk, because it was a wedding, then the next thing you knew you were waking up to each other without any clothes. Both of you freaked out and could not be in the same room as each other without it being awkward since the both of you promised to never do it again, but later that same night you found yourself in bed with Joey, again. So the both of you decided to stop fighting and become boyfriend and girlfriend, but the both of you didn’t want to keep it a secret but you needed to. Chandler would have a stroke if he found out, the first time he introduced the both of you he made it very clear to Joey that you were off limits. But you were your own person and you liked Joey a lot, and he liked you; he even let you share his food sometimes. But only sometimes.

*******

When you were about to get off of work Joey ended up calling, and you were thankful that you answered because if your boss answered and heard that your boyfriend was calling again you would no longer have a head. But regardless, Joey asked you to meet him and Central Perk, but you had gotten off of work late and you knew that the longer it took you to get to the coffee shop the more likely it was to run into the other people of your group since they always seemed to be there. So as you walked down the street and saw Central Perk in your sights, a bright smile came to your face. You had been at work all day and your feet were killing you, all you wanted was one night out with your secret boyfriend and be able to act like a real couple. Of course the universe couldn’t grant you that little bit of peace with your man when you got up to the door you saw your brother Chandler sitting on the couch next to Joey and your smile fell. At least you got to see Joey at all, who was sitting on the far end of the couch, next to Chandler.

“Hey, guys!” You cheerily greeted as you walked into the building and making your way over to the arm chair.

“Hey.” They both greeted, your brother not really thinking anything of it and didn’t look up. But Joey looked at you with a little sadness and confusion, probably wondering why you were late. “How was work?” Chandler asked.

“Long, exhausting. I got off late, but I’m glad I have the weekend off to do nothing.” You tiredly smiled at the boys as you settled into your chair.

“You forgot about Rachel’s birthday party tonight, didn’t you?” Chandler smiled at you, knowing that you had forgotten.

“Yes! Oh my God, I need coffee,” you whined at your exhaustion as you covered your eyes with your hand, as if that would make you wake up.

“Here,” Chandler sat forward and patted you on the knee before getting up from his seat. “I’ll get it for you.” You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him slowly taking your hand away from your eyes.

“You’re gonna get me coffee? Are you having a stroke?” You asked.

“No, I’m just feeling nice so, shhh.” Chandler told you before quickly turning around to go to the counter. As soon as Chandler had his back turned Joey slid over on the couch, you sat up in your seat, and Joey quickly pecked you on your lips. Which helped but you would need a little bit more if you were gonna get through this party tonight, not that you didn’t like parties or Rachel, as a matter of fact you loved Rachel like a sister. But work was killing you lately and you were exhausted.

“What the hell happened?” Joey asked after he moved kind of away from you, but his hand was still on your neck. So you took his big hand in your little one and held it in your lap as you gave him an apologetic look. “You were supposed to be here half an hour ago.” Joey whined like a little child which you loved.

“I know, I’m so sorry.” You kissed his hand before continuing. “When I was about to get off my boss caught me on the phone with you and made me stay late. I tried to hurry because I knew if I took any longer everyone else would show up. But Joey, I’m sorry and I’ll make it up to you. Plus since I worked last night, I have all day with you.” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. “After Rachel’s party I can sneak over?” You asked hopefully. Joey’s smile grew as he kissed your knuckle and looked you right in the eye, which made you blush.

“Yes, please,” he was nearly shaking. He was so excited.

“Ok, it’s a plan. Get back over there! Chandler’s turning around!” You whisper yelled as Joey jumped away from you like your hand was on fire and went back to the seat he was originally sitting in when you got there.

“Alright, one cup of joe.” Chandler smiled at himself for doing something nice as he handed you the mug of hot caffeine. You don’t know how Chandler missed it but after he sat back down Joey and you kept giving each other looks. The type where he was smirking like he already got lucky and you kept smiling at him from under your eyelashes.

However, the secret moment was very brief when Ross, Rachel with Emma, and some woman walked into the coffee shop. Chandler, Joey, and yourself started to sing happy birthday to her. “Shh, don’t say that loud, Gunther’s gonna wanna hug me.” She warned all of you, not that you could blame her. The bleach blonde man had been in love with her for as long as you could remember.

“Good news everyone, we finally found a nanny.” Ross happily announced. “Everyone this is Molly. This is Chandler, Joey, and Chandler’s younger sister Y/N.”

“Hi, Molly, it’s nice to meet you.” You happily greeted her with a friendly smile and a slight wave.

“Hi,” she greeted back. But before any of you could talk, Emma started getting a little loud.

“Oop, looks like someone’s fussy.” Ross announced to everyone as he turned to take the infant from Rachel.

“You damn right I am, I’ve been waiting for a cookie for 7 minutes.” Joey whined, thinking Ross was talking about him. But when Joey looked over at you with your head cocked to the side with a small smile he realized that Ross was talking about Emma.

“Alright, you know what. I’m just gonna take her outside.” Rachel said as she rocked Emma to try and calm her down. You reached over for a magazine from the coffee table to read as you heard Molly say that she would take Emma outside for Rachel.

“Nice to meet you guys,” Molly said to each of you as she and Emma turned to make their way outside.

“Wow!” Rachel clapped happily, “Molly’s really great.” You smiled and nodded as you turned to look back down at the article you were reading, but what you heard happen next made you forget what you were reading to look up and give Joey a secret warning glare.

“Yes, Ross, kudos on the hot nanny.” You could easily believe that Chandler would say something like that and maybe even Joey. Maybe back when he was you know, single. But there he was sitting there with his dumb and adorable smile as he nodded in agreement.

“What? You think she’s hot?” You asked you brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. Even though they were both taking this question, you and Joey both knew that it was aimed at him. You weren’t an overly jealous person, plus you knew that Joey loved you like you were made of gold. But Molly was cute, plus you were in a secret relationship, you just needed to make sure.

“Are you kiddin? If I wasn’t married she would be rejecting as we speak.” Chandler spoke honestly.

“Shocking,” you gasped sarcastically. Behind you Racel started chuckling at the dirty minded men.

“Joey?” Rachel spoke up asking for his opinion. You tried to remain casual, but as you waited for his answer you didn’t realize that you were very roughly flipped the pages of the magazine on your lap as you stared at him, but Joey wouldn’t look at you.

“How do you think she’s doing?” Joey asked in his typical fashion as he still stared at the doorway that the nanny exited through.

“Am I the only one that doesn’t think she’s hot?” Rachel asked.

“Nope, you are most certainly not the only one.” You looked up at her and both of you smiled at each other in appreciation.

“Ross? Rachel asked, but Ross could tell he needed to answer correctly with Rachel asking him and the way that you were staring up at him.

“Nah,” he answered in a high pitched voice. “I mean she’s not unattractive, but uh hot, ehh.” Ross shrugged. You knew he was lying based on how he was acting, but Ross wasn’t the one that you were sleeping with.

“Thank you,” Rachel chuckled as she went to go grab herself some coffee.

“Now that Rachel’s gone?” Chandler asked as Ross decided to take a seat on the armrest of the chair that you were sitting on.

“So hot, I cried myself to sleep last night.” Ross admitted even though he knew that you were right there. But while you rolled your eyes all the way up to your brain, your boyfriend and brother started applauding Ross’s reaction. But you couldn’t help but notice Joey, he noticed how upset you got and immediately stopped clapping.

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Throughout the day you kind of just stayed holed up in your apartment, one because you were exhausted from night shift, and two because you were confused about Joey and the way he acted toward Molly. You knew that you had to talk to him, but you just needed the time to think it through yourself. You were in a secret relationship, so maybe it was just a way for him to seem normal. After all, Joey hitting on anything with legs is normal unfortunately for you. But you would never really know until you talked to him.

But later when you managed to get to Central Perk people were there again. Ross, Monica, and your brother were all sitting on the couch. And there he was, Joey was talking to Molly as she bounced Emma on her hip. You rolled your eyes and lightly put a hand on Joey’s shoulder to get by and to a chair at the table by the couch with your coffee in hand. “Man, I wish I had a nanny like you.” Joey blurted out in total wonder.

“You mean when you were baby,” Molly thought she was finishing for him.

“Sure,” Joey gave a simple not as shrug as he just smiled at her making you scoff. But you didn’t know that you were so loud.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” Monica asked you, noticing that you were a little bit down.

“Huh?” You questioned looking up at her. “Oh, yep. I just had something in my throat but I’m fine, thanks Mon.” She smiled at you before turning to Chandler who hadn’t taken his eyes off of Molly since you got there.

“Would you stop staring at her?” She asked her weak minded husband.

“I wasn’t staring, I was leering.” Chandler tried to make it better but it didn’t work.

“Same thing,” Chandler just looked at you with his mouth open so you shot him a quick smile.

“What’s the big deal with her?” Monica asked, trying to see what the men saw, but she was just as confused as you and Rachel. “Maybe she’s attractive in an obvious way,”

“Yeah, obvious beauty’s the worst.” Ross commented dully and sarcastically. “You know when it’s right there in your face. Me, I like to work to find someone attractive, makes me feel like I earned it.” Ross through a fist pump in the air for dramatic affect. It was a reflex or something, but you couldn’t help but lightly smack him on the arm.

“Looks like Joey’s doing alright with her.” Nobody noticed it, but when Chandler said those words it made you nauseous and want to cry at the same time, all you’ve wanted these last few days was to be alone with Joey, but he was flirting with some hot nanny. You quietly scoffed this time and hid your face down.

“Yeah, it was nice of you guys to back off and let Joey get the girl for once.” Monica joked, but you couldn’t find it funny. You didn’t notice that Molly was leaving, but you did see Joey sit next to you and saw his hand tap your hand lightly. You looked up at him and his facial expression asked if you were okay, but you just shrugged. But Ross trying to baby talk made you look away from Ross, but Molly complemented it so all three of them started doing it.

“Listen, Joey. About Molly, I’d really prefer it if you didn’t go after her.” Ross asked Joey seriously. But Joey just had to ask him why. “Because it took us months to find a good nanny and I wouldn’t want anything to, you know. Drive her away.”

“So, you think I’m just going to sleep with her and never call her again and things are gonna get uncomfortable?” Joey couldn’t help but ask even though it was his exact nature. “Yeah that sounds about right.” Apparently he realized, but at that point you had had enough even though Ross told Joey that Molly was off limits.

“Okay, guys. I gotta go.” You tried to hurry out and hide the tears that were trying to fall, but when you accidentally looked down at Joey after you got up. You know he saw your face.

“Where’re you going? You okay?” Chandler asked as he watched you quickly walk around the couch.

“Yeah, I’m just tired, so I’m going home to rest, I’ll see you guys later.” You hurried to finish your sentence so you could race out of there like a bat out of hell.

There was nothing more that Joey wanted to do but race after you when he saw that you were gonna cry because of him, but if he wanted the other guys to not know what was going on then Joey was going to have to act like himself when he was single. He just needed to find a way to get to you to make up for what he did and explain to you why he was doing it.

#friends #Joey Tribbiani #joey tribbiani x reader #reader!sister #sister!bing #chandler bing #ross geller #rachel green #monica geller #phoebe buffay

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Baby, Please Come Home | Christopher Vélez (1st Day of🎄)

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Alondra’s 12 days of Christmas starts today! These stories are my gift to you guys. I’ve met some really amazing people on here (y’all I’m almost at 600 followers like what the actual fuck 🥺♥️) Thank you everyone for being so supporting and giving love to my blog. I hope you enjoy ❣️

“Feliz Navidad, baby.” I heard him say to me on the phone. I smiled to myself as I sat down on the couch, setting down my hot chocolate. This year will be a little difficult. Why? Well… it will be our first Christmas apart. “Merry Christmas, Chris.” I spoke. It was silent for a few moments before he spoke up. “It doesn’t sound as good over the phone as it does in person, does it?”

I shook my head, almost forgetting that he can’t see me. “You got that right.” I’m gonna be honest, it just doesn’t sound the same. I know that he’s busy, but I still hoped that I would get to see him for the holidays. “It’s breaking my heart that I wasn’t able to be there this year.” He said. “I know I made all those promises…”

“Chris, don’t worry about it. It’s okay, mi amor. I know you’re really busy, I won’t hold that against you.” He sighed. “No I know I know… duty calls and all that and I get to think about our future and all the hundred reasons why I can’t be with you today.” I frowned and my hand reached to grab my mug. “I mean, no amount of reasoning is gonna make my heart ache any less. Christmas just isn’t the same without you, mi vida.”

“I know, baby. I know, but there’s nothing else we can do about it. We’re in two different places and flights are backed up, so I guess we’ll just have to make due with what we’ve got.” I took a sip of my drink, savoring the taste of chocolate in my mouth. “I’m whining, I’m sorry. It’s not easy for both of us, I know but I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

A sad smile formed on my lips. “I know you will.” I looked around my living room and sighed. “Now, onto much brighter things. Did you get that thing I sent you yet?” He asked me. “Um.. no, I haven’t gotten anything today.” He groaned and I let out a laugh. “No? FedEx promised me it would arrive in time for Christmas. They said that the very least would arrive on Christmas itself, so keep your eyes peeled for me okay? That delivery could be arriving any minute now.” I smiled to myself. “Okay, mi amor. I will.”

“I told myself it wouldn’t be so bad without you. I’ve prepared myself for this, you know. Since we both knew that this was coming and I thought I had it all sorted out… when I look at this dull and empty motel and see that I’m the only one here, when I realize this is not our living room, this bed is not our sofa and this blanket is not your arms and it’s cold over here… I don’t know, it just breaks my heart.”

“I know exactly how you feel, but I know I’ll see you soon.” I wrapped myself with my blanket and imagined it was him holding his arms around me. “Maybe I’ll go for a walk. Wanna come on a walk with me, bebesita?” He asked and I laughed. “Of course.”

It’s like I could almost see the smile on his face as he spoke. “Alright, let’s go.” I could hear him shuffling things in the background and hear him close a door. Only, it didn’t sound like a regular door opening and closing. “Chris… were you in a car just now?” I asked him. “Hmm? Oh no that was the Motel door..”

“Enserio? I would’ve sworn it sounded like you were.” I chuckled and took another sip of my hot chocolate. “No, the car is in the parking lot haha that was the Motel door, you weirdo.” He laughed and it became silent for a few moments. “This Motel is.. barren. I mean, they set me up nice enough, but it just seems devoid of life without you here. The rest of the guys are busy anyways, so I can’t distract myself from thinking about us being apart… how does that song go?” He cleared his throat and started softly singing.

“And even though I know how very far apart we are,

It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby,

It helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the same big sky..”

I laughed as his voice slightly cracked at the very end. “Ay Díos, that note..” I chuckled at him. “No no no no that’s all you’re gonna get haha I won’t torture you with anymore of my singing right now, the distance is punishment enough.” This honestly put a smile on my face. Just hearing his voice alone almost made me forget why he’s not here. “Hey, I’m gonna take a wild guess here and say that you didn’t take the trash cans in like I asked you to.”

I was silent for a moment as I thought about what he asked me. “You didn’t, did you?” I shook my head and spoke. “Um no, I’m pretty sure I did.” I tried to lie and pretend like I didn’t forget, which in fact I know I did.

“Oh, really? Hmm… are you sure? ‘Cause something is telling me that you forgot.” I smiled and placed down my mug. “I know I tend to be forgetful, but I’m pretty sure I already took them in.” I heard him chuckle. “Alright, alright I’ll believe you. I know you wouldn’t lie to me, baby..” Damnit, he knows! Putting the guilt trip on me even when he’s not here. How dare he? I laughed and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV.

“Hey one second, I’m getting another call. I’ll be right back.” He put me on hold for a second as I went to turn on Netflix. What are some good Christmas films to watch? Before I could even begin to search through my suggestion list, I heard the doorbell ring. Who could that be?

“Weird, wrong number...” I heard his voice once again as he took me off hold. “Hey, I just heard the doorbell ring.” I spoke as I went to stand up. “It’s probably FedEx. Go check it out and take me with you! I want to hear your reaction when you see the box.” I went to go and find a sweater to quickly put on as he continued speaking through the phone. “Just uh do me a favor.” He requested. “Sure, mi amor. What is it?”

“I know you’re lonely at home, but try not to check out the delivery man to much, okay? Even if he is a hottie.” I laughed and shook my head. “You’re something else Christopher haha but of course. I’ll do that for you.” I walked over to the door and opened it. Shock written all over my face as tears started to swell up in my eyes. No way… no fucking way! What is Chris doing here?!

“Delivery for Mrs. – ” Before he could even finish his sentence, I quickly embraced him for a hug. I could hear him laughing as my grip on him became a bit tighter. He brought my face up so I could look into his beautiful brown eyes as he leaned in for a kiss. Both of his hands cupped my cheek as we melted into each other and I could feel him smile against my lips as soft moans of content left his mouth. He pulled away too soon for my liking, looked down at me and laughed.

“Me extrañaste, mi amor?” I pulled him in for another kiss and he mumbled against my lips. “I can hardly tell.” We kissed for a few more moments before we pulled away. “But… how are you here? You’re supposed to be in – ”

“I know I know but me and the boys managed to shift the schedule so we could go home and see our loved ones.” I just can’t believe he’s actually here! “Pero mi amor, how were you able to? You were on a tight schedule and – ”

“Los detalles no importan, bebesita. What matters is that I’m here.” He rubbed small circles on my cheek as I leaned into him. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” We leaned in for another short but sweet kiss. “I know it seems hard to believe, but I made you a promise that night and I keep my promises… unlike someone I know who didn’t bring in the trashcans.” Fuck…

“Um… oops? You’re not upset, right?” I asked as he shook his head. “No, baby I’m not upset. I could care less about them. I’ve just gone and gave myself the best present a guy could ask for… the love of his life, crying and cheeks reddened in his arms, clinging to him with all the might they can muster..” He laughed as he held me against him.

“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere… now let’s get inside, get a warm drink and see if we can warm ourselves up with each other… oh, and (Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

“Felíz Navidad, mi amor.”

#Alondra’s 12 Days of Christmas #cncowners #cnco imagines #christopher velez imagines #christopher velez christmas imagine #christmas imagine #cnco #joel pimentel #richard camacho #christopher velez #erick brian colon #zabdiel de jesus #happy holidays

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Until We Meet Again

word count: 4.7k oops

summary: Cassian Andor fell in love once. He never said goodbye.

warnings: uhhh this is rogue one so uh. fluffy and then. and then. well. u know.

note: hi i made myself cry with this fic so i hope you enjoy it bc it is Sad but also lovely at some points and I- yeah. also this is my first time writing cassian so please don’t murder me if he seems off. i also don’t even know if people really write Cassian x reader shit but i don’t really care because I wrote this today and now it’s here

Cassian didn’t like goodbyes. Maybe he was superstitious, or just freaked out, but he never thought goodbyes were a good thing in the rebellion. Goodbyes meant an end, and he wanted a promise of a next time, so he never said goodbye.

When he met her, he was on a mission on Coruscant. He was supposed to meet another Rebel spy here, and in order to keep communications and suspicions down to a minimum, he wasn’t given her name.

He didn’t really understand the order, but Draven had made it clear. He would know when he saw her.

Cassian had never been the biggest fan of Coruscant. It was a bit too crowded for him. He liked the peaceful nature of Yavin 4, it was a nice break from the chaos that came with being a spy.

The one advantage to Coruscant was just how easy it was to blend in. He was given a location, he assumed it was a cantina, just based on Draven’s affinity to them as meeting spaces, and started looking.

The cantina was surprisingly calm. His eyes scanned the room. There were a few Twi’leks standing off in a corner, quietly talking to themselves. They weren’t glancing around the room and they didn’t seem skittish, so Cassian quickly dismissed them. He continued to scan, and then his eyes met hers, for just a moment. She was sipping on a drink, looking at him from over the rim of the glass. Something flashed in her eyes, familiarity, curiosity, he couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but it made him feel like she was the one he was supposed to meet.

When he walked over to the table, he said a quick verification code, and when she replied with the correct response, Cassian had to hold back a smile. He slid into the booth across from her, leaning forward onto the table as he spoke.

“So what are we doing here?” He asked. The girl raised an eyebrow at him.

“Did they not tell you?”

“I only know this location. They told me the rest was up to you. I don’t even know your name.”

She leaned back in the booth, letting her head fall to the side as she scanned Cassian up and down. He noticed how one of her hands lingered by her side, just above the hem of her jacket, and he raised his eyebrows at her, and then leaned in, dropping his voice down to a whisper.

“If you pull out your blaster, that’s gonna be a lot more paperwork than either of us want. Trust me, I know this looks suspicious that I don’t know anything, but the General told me it was to keep suspicions low. I was given the location and I knew the verification code. I can’t offer you anything else.”

It was then that her hand finally moved away from where he assumed her blaster was sitting. And now she was smiling, just faintly there, while she moved in closer to Cassian. He watched as she leaned forward on the table, leaving them maybe just a few inches more than a foot apart.

“Alright,” She whispered, “I’ll give you the rundown.”

—————

Their mission was to find a rebel who had been captured by the Empire. They were keeping him on Coruscant until he could be transported, which would be happening tomorrow. She had the location, she had an idea of who the rebel was, and she had a plan. The test was just getting in and out with minimal damage.

They went in at night, when the underground prison-camp would be at its emptiest. They were quiet, shuffling around and hiding behind walls whenever they thought they heard the familiar sounds of stormtrooper armor.

They turned a corner, and there he was. The rebel was sitting in the corner of his cell, hands tied behind him and head hanging at an awkward angle. Cassian kneeled down, going to pick the lock while the girl—whose name he still didn’t know—stood watch.

Finally, the lock clicked open, and Cassian quickly went into the room, kneeling down in front of the rebel prisoner.

“Hey, hey, we’re here to help you,” He whispered. The prisoner’s eyes slowly opened, he blinked a few times, and then his eyes looked over Cassian, before widening in realization.

“Captain Andor?” He whispered, his voice hoarse and weak. It was then that Cassian finally took a look at the prisoner, finally got a chance to see him from under the dirt and dried blood.

“Barid?”

“Now’s not really the time for a reunion, we have to go,” The girl whispered from just outside the cell. Cassian heard stormtroopers coming down the hallway, and quickly untied Barid and got him to his feet.

Barid hung onto Cassian, limping as he walked, and they both made their way down the hallway, following the fellow rebel spy through the corridors.

Suddenly, she turned, hiding behind a notch in the wall and pulled her blaster up. Cassian followed in suit, pulling Barid with him.

“Who’s there?” They heard, and then a stormtrooper turned the corner. Cassian held his breath, just listening as the stormtrooper came closer and closer.

And then he heard blaster fire. He turned out of hiding, his own blaster at the ready, and was met with the stormtrooper laying on the ground, the girl standing over him.

“We should go,” She said quickly, and they ran. Cassian held Barid close to him, hoping that by pure adrenaline Barid would be able to run just a bit faster than he was. Cassian saw a stormtrooper out of the corner of his eye and quickly turned to fire a few shots at him, and then they were out. Coming out of the underground bunker and into the brightness of the Coruscant lights.

“You got a ship?” The girl asked as they made their way through the streets of Coruscant, trying to blend in once again.

“What happened to yours?”

“There was,” She paused, “An issue?”

“That sounds like a lot of fun paperwork,” Barid chimed in. He was starting to walk a bit more normally, and was able to keep up with the other two, but he still had a bit of a limp. It was starting to make Cassian worry.

“The point is,” The girl said, giving a bit of a dirty look to Barid while he laughed, “mind if I get a ride?”

Cassian hummed, like he was thinking for just a moment, before answering.

“On one condition,” He said.

She groaned, rolling her eyes at him.

“You have to tell me your name.”

So when they got to the ship, he helped Barid on, guiding him to a chair so he could finally sit, and then he turned to the still-mystery-girl.

“So?” He asked. And she just sighed, taking a seat in the co-pilot’s chair while Cassian started the ship up.

And then she said her name. A bright, beautiful name, that seemed to fit her perfectly. And Cassian just repeated it, nodding his head a bit before he finally took off, sending them into Hyperspace.

—————

They were back on base around half a day later, and when they arrived, Barid was met with hugs from friends before being lead down to the med-bay.

She stood next to Cassian, arms crossed, watching the people run around the hangar with a bit of joy in her eyes.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been back,” She said. Cassian watched her gaze, but it seemed to flit around everywhere, like she was taking it all in at once.

“Well, welcome back.” Cassian started to move off the ship, but then he turned around, taking one last glance at her. “I’ll see you around.”

—————

The next time he saw her, it was at the mission debriefing. Draven had given them an hour to settle back in, especially since she hadn’t been on base for so long, before getting them back to business.

She handed Draven the data pad she had been filling out the whole way back, and Cassian noticed how she cringed a bit when she informed the General about her ship. Draven just waved it off, reading through the report and deciding that, based on the circumstances reported, it was unavoidable.

When they left the General’s office, she stood against the wall, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.

“You okay?” Cassian asked, his voice quiet.

“Yeah, I’m fine just-“ She paused, taking a breath, before opening her eyes and looking at him, “It’s been a while, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it.” Cassian paused for a moment, silence settling between them as she closed her eyes again. “Do you wanna grab something to eat?”

She looked up at him, eyes just a bit brighter then before, and smiled.

“Yeah, yeah I’d like that.”

And over the next few days, that became a tradition. They would see each other in the halls, and Cassian would ask if she had eaten yet, and she would almost always say no, so they went and they had lunch together.

Eventually, they started spending more of the day together as well. It had started with him walking her back to his quarters, and then she decided to come back to his quarters to work on some reports, until it eventually came to her knocking on Cassian’s door randomly throughout the day, just to sit by him while they both read.

So during those moments, where they’re between missions, they take every second they can get.

It’s during one of those days, when she’s filling out a report on her data pad from a mission she just went on, and Cassian’s looking over the intel he’s been given from informants, when Kay walks into the room.

“General Draven has requested both of you to his office.” Kay walks into the room, and then glances over what Cassian is looking at. “Based on that intel, I’d say there’s a 72% chance it has to do with that.”

Cassian closes out the data pad. “Thanks Kay,” He says, and then he looks over at where she’s sitting, still focused on her report as she starts to stand. “C’mon, we should go.”

And so she nods, finally setting her data pad down to go follow Cassian and Kay towards the General’s office.

When they arrive, the General is looking over his own data pad, his brows are furrowed together, and he’s rubbing a spot on his wrist. That’s a mannerism Cassian’s learned to be wary of.

“I’m guessing you saw the Intel from Kashyyyk?” Cassian says, finally speaking up. Draven nods, finally glancing up towards the two of them.

“I need the two of you to go to Kashyyyk, bring K-2SO, he might help you blend in.”

“Kashyyyk? It’s hell over there. Why would we go there?” Both Cassian and the General turned to Y/n. Her eyes were flitting between them, she was analyzing the interaction, trying to find some reason.

“We have reason to believe Saw Gerrera was there recently. Any intel you can bring back will be useful.” The General pauses, watching over the two of them for a moment. “Lieutenant,” He says, turning to her. It takes Cassian by surprise, he hasn’t heard anyone call her Lieutenant since they’ve come back from Coruscant. Based on the way she shifts, a bit uncomfortably, she isn’t a fan of the formality.

“Yes, General?”

“I’ll need you to gather as much intel as you can from your informants down there. We haven’t heard much from them in a while, so we don’t know much about the state of Kashyyyk.”

“I’ll get right on that,” She replies. She’s already pulling out her data pad, scrolling through her files when Draven turns to Cassian.

“Captain, I’ll need you to go down first. Communications will be at a minimum. We’ll send you in an Imperial ship with an Imperial uniform, and Kay will be with you. After a week, we’ll send the Lieutenant. You are just trying to find Gerrera. If a week after Y/n arrives you still haven’t found him or any intel on his whereabouts, you leave. We cannot risk you two being down there for any longer.”

“Understood, General.”

“You leave tonight.”

With that, they left the General’s office and went to their separate quarters to start preparing, which in Cassian’s case, meant packing. Kay was talking his ear off, saying something about how he’d never been on Kashyyyk, and how Wookies had a “54% chance of tearing your arms off at any moment” which, Cassian was sure must have been a glitch in Kay’s programming.

Cassian liked Wookies. But with the enslavement, he thought maybe the statistic was right. If his entire world was enslaved to the Empire, he thinks he’d have around the same statistic too.

He was just about to finish packing when he heard a soft knock at his door.

“Come in!” He’d yelled, and he heard the sliding of the door opening. When he turned back, she was standing there, looking a bit worried.

“You nervous?” She moved to where Cassian was kneeling in front of his bag, and sat down next to him. Her head leaned onto his shoulder, just staring down at the bag in front of them.

It was interesting. She was hell on the battlefield. Unconcerned and unapologetic. But here, in Cassian’s quarters, she seemed almost scared.

“No,” Cassian replied. He laid his head on top of hers, and the two of them sat there for just a moment, the silence between them. “Are you?”

He felt her sigh, “A bit? Kashyyyk, it’s- it’s hell over there right now. I was contacting a few of my informants and-“ She paused, “I can’t even imagine.”

Cassian nudged her a bit, making a small smile appear on her face.

“Hey,” He said, “That’s the great thing about the Rebellion. Everything we do is bringing people like them one step closer to freedom.”

“You’re right.” She moved away, sitting up and straightening herself out a bit.

“Cassian,” Kay said from behind them. He had gone on a quick run to fix up one of his drives. “I hate to break up the moment, but I’m afraid we have to leave.”

So Cassian rose, sighing a bit as he stood, and offered her a hand to stand up with him.

“See you in a week?” Cassian said, just the beginnings of a smile on his face.

“See you in a week.” She replied.

—————

He missed her. It was really odd, because they’d been apart before and it hadn’t been a big deal, but he missed her. Even with Kay by his side, he felt alone on Kashyyyk. Hiding out as an Imperial Officer was awful. He tried getting intel on where Saw Gererra would be, but nothing came up.

No one knew where he was.

He figured he was forgetting something, so he just waited for her to arrive. She’d have a better idea of how to look, he was sure of it.

And that week, it gave him a lot of time to think. Cassian sat in his Imperial quarters, laying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling while Kay sat on the floor and leaned against the wall.

“What do you think?” He asked. And Kay just looked up from what he was doing, tilting his head at Cassian.

“About what?”

“You know,” Cassian paused.

“I do not know.”

“Y/n. What do you think about her?” Cassian asked finally.

“I like her. She listens to me and she think I’m funny. Unlike someone.”

“The listening part or the funny part?”

“Both.”

Cassian laughed, sitting up in his bed and leaning his head forward in his hands.

“Why do you ask?” Kay said.

“I don’t know Kay, I just-“

“Do you like her?”

“Kay-“

“You know if you two end up together she could convince you that not only am I always right but I’m also funny.”

“You’re annoying,” Cassian replied, finally looking up at Kay.

“And funny.”

—————

It was a few days later when she arrived on Kashyyyk. She came into his quarters, and suddenly it felt like everything turned upside-down.

Is it weird how much he wanted to pull her into his arms?

But he brushed it off, and they went on through the week, trying to find more clues to where Gererra would be.

The week was cut short.

Around four days after she arrived, someone was alerted of their presence. Thankfully, Cassian had managed to intercept communications between stormtroopers and became aware of the situation before it was too late.

They were in their quarters when they realized, and it wasn’t long before all three of them were running out of the base.

They turned a corner, and there stood a group of stormtroopers, most likely heading towards their quarters.

“There! Intruders!” One of them shouted, and the three of them hid behind different notches in the corridors, hoping they would be enough cover.

Blaster fire flew by Cassian’s head, he heard orders being shouted out, and Kay was peaking out from behind cover to blast the troopers ahead of them.

Cassian managed to grab a hold of his blaster without getting shot, and started doing the same.

“Hey, maybe this is a bad time,” Cassian started, a bit out of breath from the running and the hiding, “but I kind of need to tell you something.” He heard Kay from behind him.

“Cassian, I don’t think this is a good time. There’s an 80% chance of-“

“I don’t wanna know, Kay!” Cassian shouted back at the droid. He heard Kay groan, but Cassian just ignored it.

“Is this the best time?” She asked from beside him. He watched as she peaked out and shot a stormtrooper, knocking him to the ground.

“Can you think of a better one?” He replied. She glanced at him and then at the thinning crowd of troopers. There were still too many.

“Alright, shoot,” She said.

“Kind of already doing that.” Cassian winked at her and then leaned out to shoot down another trooper. Eight left.

She cast a glare his way.

“You know what I meant!”

Cassian peaked out again, shooting once before just dodging blasting fire. Six.

“Okay well, I really missed you during that week, and it made me start thinking-“ Pause. Fire. Five. “That I don’t want to just be friends.” Fire. Four.

“What?”

Three more shots. One.

“He’s saying he likes you,” Kay finally said, coming out of his spot to fire at the last trooper.

“Yeah,” Cassian said, trying to catch his breath, “what he said.”

Her eyes flitted over his face, for just a moment, trying to take in every detail. But soon enough, Kay was running past them.

“We should go,” Cassian said, and he grabbed her hand, pulling her along and to their ship.

—————

The ride back to Yavin 4 is peaceful. Thankfully, they’d managed to gun down anyone who tried to follow them, and Kay made sure there were no trackers on the ship.

The ship is surprisingly quiet. Kay had retreated to the back, deciding to run some diagnostics, and while Cassian was sitting in the pilot’s chair, making sure everything was going smoothly, she was sitting next to him in the co-pilot’s filling out her usual reports.

Nothing seemed awkward, but she still wasn’t talking to him, and that made him irrationally nervous. Even if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings, he liked having her as a friend. He didn’t want that to change.

“Cassian?” She said, her voice quiet, but enough to break the silence. He looked over at her, and she had her head tilted to the side, just enough so it was resting against the back of her chair as she turned to look at him.

Cassian hummed in response.

“Did you really mean what you said back there?”

She seemed timid, and once again, he found himself shocked at the difference between on and off the battlefield. Her confidence almost faded away.

“Yeah, of course I did,” He replied. He noticed the way her lips began to quirk up into a smile.

“All of it?”

“All of it.”

She let out a sigh, closing her eyes a bit as she leaned back against her chair. And then she smiled. That perfect, bright smile.

“And here I was thinking I was going to have to tell you first,” She said finally, and Cassian laughed, leaning over to push her playfully.

And then their laughter filled the cabin, and all was well. She rose from her seat, putting the data pad to the side as she came to stand next to him. She leaned onto the back of his chair, and he grabbed her hand, lightly pressing his lips to the back of her hand.

She leaned down to kiss his temple, and all seemed well.

—————

They’d been together for ten months, and they’d been through a lot. Cassian getting injured probably too many times to count, her yelling at him, her disappearing for a few weeks for a mission. It was endless.

They spent a lot of time apart. So when they had time together, they made the most of it.

She had moved her stuff to his quarters a while ago, and now she spent every night she was at the base in his quarters.

This night was one of the lucky nights when they were both there. It wasn’t quite late enough that they should’ve been sleeping, but enough so that most of the other people on base were already in their quarters and getting ready for bed.

It was quiet, just the sound of their voices and the usual hum of the base their only noise.

Cassian had his arms wrapped around her, humming quietly in her ear as they both laid in the dark.

“Cassian?” She whispered. Her voice was soft, just barely there, but it was all he needed. “When this is all done, where do you want to go?”

He pressed his lips to her temple.

“Wherever you want to go, my love,” He whispered. Her laughter filled the room as she turned in his arms, finally face-to-face with him.

“Really, Cassian, where should we go when this is over?”

And he thought for a while, because he wasn’t really sure where. The Rebellion had been his home for so long. He couldn’t imagine calling another place home.

“I like Alderaan,” He answered, finally.

“Alderaan it is then,” She whispered, before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

And that was all he could have asked for. He had hope. Hope for something when all this was done. He had her, and she made him ridiculously happy, in ways that he couldn’t even explain, and that was all he had ever wanted. All he had ever asked for. And she was here. Right in front of him. He would never have to say goodbye to that, she would always be by his side.

“We could get married,” She whispered again, her eyes fluttering shut.

“That sounds like a dream, my love,” He whispered back. She opened her eyes, narrowing them at him.

“What’s with all the ‘my love’ stuff?” She asked. Cassian simply laughed, pressing his lips to her forehead.

“It’s just what you are.”

And he isn’t sure what makes him do it, what makes him reach over to his bedside table, and grab the chain out of the drawer, but he does. It’s just a simple chain, and on it is a ring. One that he’d bought when he was younger, hoping that maybe he could put it to use. He had mostly forgotten about it until now, but he can’t imagine a more perfect moment.

“As a reminder,” He starts, placing the chain in her hands, “of our life after.”

—————

Cassian doesn’t like goodbyes. He never says them, because he never thinks saying goodbye will turn out well. Saying goodbye is admitting the end, and he’s never been ready for that. So he doesn’t say goodbye.

He’s about to leave with Jyn, and Bodhi, and Chirrut, and everyone else for Scarif when he runs into her on the tarmac.

“Cassian what- where are you going?” Her hands flit over him, before finally stilling, going to press her thumb to the cut at the top of his head, resting one hand on his shoulder. Her brows are furrowed, and she looks terrified.

“My love, I’ll be back, I promise.”

“Cassian I haven’t seen you for days,” Her eyes fill with tears, and then her hands go up to cup his face. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to save the Rebellion. I’ll be back, okay? We’ll all be back.” He notices her hand fall down to the chain around her neck, and he grabs that hand, bringing it up to his lips.

“Remember our after, okay?” She asks.

Something tells him to pull her in, and so he does. He holds her, and she’s got her arms wrapped around him so tightly he isn’t sure that she’ll ever let go.

“I’ll see you later,” He says. And then he pulls away, taking one last glance at her.

She nods, still playing with the ring around her neck.

“Go save the Rebellion.”

As he turns back, he mouths an “I love you,” he notices she does the same.

—————

Cassian had never thought about an afterlife. With all the death he’d seen, you’d think he had. But he never had time for it. Now, with the threat so close to him, it was all he could think about. Were the men he had killed sent to an afterlife of happiness? Were the innocent men killed here on Scarif going to be sent somewhere warm? Somewhere they could be happy? With all the destruction, all the pain he’d caused in his life to get to this final sacrifice, would he join them?

Or was the only thing waiting for him oblivion? Was that all he had?

He wasn’t sure what he would feel like in these final moments, but as he and Jyn limped to the shore, to a place of beauty in all this terror, all he felt was warmth. It wasn’t happiness, he wasn’t sure he would ever describe it as that, but it was fulfillment. They’d succeeded. They’d gotten the message out. Someone would hear.

When they finally sat down on the sand, all he could think of was her. His mind drifted. Every moment of her laughter, every second of her smile, every time she said hello. And he never said goodbye.

He still wasn’t sure whether that was a good or bad thing. If the goodbye would have made this any less painful for either of them. He couldn’t be sure. But as the light grew, as he held onto Jyn as tightly as he could, imagining it was her, he just knew he wanted nothing more than to see her one last time.

He took a breath.

It was warm, the light. He could feel it getting closer. He felt every second as it passed, felt them as if they were stretching into hours.

And all he could think of was her.

He thought about his promise of after. His promise that he’d be back. He wished he could have that life on Alderaan. Wished he could have a house with her, wished he would get to see her walk down an aisle.

The heat grew stronger, still.

Cassian wondered if she wanted kids. What they might’ve looked like if they’d ever gotten the chance.

Warmer.

Soon enough, it was almost too much for Cassian to take. He gripped Jyn tighter. He was scared. And then he could feel the light, feel it all around him, see it through his closed eyes.

Until we meet again, my love.

Cassian Andor took his final breath, hoping to see her again.

I don’t know if I’ll write more Cassian or not?? But I don’t have a taglist for it so I’m just kinda winging it but I do know @anxieteandbiscuits asked me if I’d ever write Cassian and.... girl look.... i’ve done it big r.i.p though

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(1) girl, I had the best dream of Tom last night that FELT SO REAL. We were roommates in college that were pretty close and we had this flirtationship going on but it never went further than that. there was this gorgeous girl he had over at the apartment that he had been taking to for awhile. they were drinking and laughing on the couch right as I came home from class. as soon as I walk through the door, Tom and I make eye contact and I cannot hide the look of heartache on my face and

(2) and he looks over at me and he has this confused/realization look on his face. I decide to lock myself in my room cause I’m like ‘omg he’s gonna fuck her and if I hear that I’m gonna cry then hurl.’ Instead, I hear the front door close then moments later a knock on my bedroom door. Confused, I open it and there he is— staring at me with this lovestruck daze and my legs feel like jelly. he grabs my face and kisses me and we make out on my bed for an hour OOP—

>> the disappointment felt strange to you. like, you’ve known him for years now. you’ve known who he’s dated, who he’s interested in, who he goes out with–– but he never brings them home likes this. giggly, secretive, all under your nose but in your face all at once.

it hurts cos your shabby apartment was the only place he got to be something like “yours.”

as you take a short glance to see him fill up her cup and laugh boyishly, you felt like a fool. like you’ve made up all the “flirting” on your own. –– the late nights just talking, making dinner together, watching bad movies, sharing cabs, and falling asleep on the couch…. those were just casual i guess.

cos there’s a girl who’s not you doing the things that you thought were so special right fucking there.

he looks up and gives you a wary stare, nodding as you pass. you manage to nod back, biting your lips together to avoid a sigh. your back is turned as you juggle your things to open up your room door. his voice behind you is open and slow,

“want a drink?”

“nah i’m good.”

you slip into your room without turning back–– a hard gulp caught in your throat. so lame that you felt the prick of tears in your eye. the sight of someone else in your apartment set you off more than you thought it would. she could be a lab partner, or a cousin or a friend–– it shouldn’t matter to you.

but it does. and you know exactly why. you’ve known, for a long time.

you shut your eyes to fight against the waterworks, but see visions of him kissing her neck. of him leading her to her room, of him apologizing about it’s messy state–– and how he clicks his tongue because he’s nervous, and scratches the side of his nose to think. so stupid. the way his voice sounds through the walls is too familiar, you would know what was happening immediately.

so fucking stupid.

you scrunch your whole face, seeing stars behind tightly closed lids. you wipe your cheeks with the back of your arms, dropping your things around the room. you turn up some music and fall onto your bed, laying on your side and scrolling through your phone. you felt a tear slide out of your eye and scoff, ignoring it.

you fall asleep in that non-confrontational–bitch fashion, avoiding your feelings and problems and responsibilities in a 2 hour nap. you awake to the sound of a shutting door. you don’t recognize it immediately, wondering who was where–– but remember about the pretty girl in the house.

did tom finally bring her to his room?

you shut your eyes and pray for another two hour nap. god, please.

no good.

can i crawl out the window? is there a fire escape? fuck–

partially sit up, rubbing your eyes. you have half a mind to remember the makeup on your face, but it’s too late. your hair is flattened and odd, you have those weird wrinkle lines on your arms–– MESS.

and there’s a soft knock at your door. and he calls your name.

“mm?” you hum, still half awake. your eyes flutter full open when you hear your door open. “whh- tom?”

he walks in, comfy hoodie and baggy sweats. he changed to home clothes. hm.

“hey.”

“… hey?” you scratch the back of your neck, stretching. you grope along your bed for you phone. “what’s up?”

he shuffles over, sitting beside you. he finds your phone quickly and taps it on your knee. you turn, taking it and looking up at him. his hair is tousled, eyes sleepy. his voice is gentle,

“… you’re listening to that sad playlist again. you alright?”

you purse your lips, looking for your laptop and cutting the music. you shake your head, furrowing your brows. “no i wasn’t.”

“yeah you were”

“…. no…”

he just looks at you, and you can’t stop staring at his broad shoulders. he’s tense, you can tell. and he’s itching to tell you something, you can tell.

“what is it, tom” you push. shutting your laptop and setting it aside. you kick his leg lightly. the smile on your face look fake-concerned as hell. but it was all you could muster.

he blinks, nodding slowly.

“sorry i had someone over without telling you. she’s just someone from class”

“mhmm,” you say. you almost click your tongue, dodging it by rubbing your eyebrow, “cool. you dont’ need to tell me every time you have someone over. i was just surprised.”

“but you look upset about it.”

“i’m not.”

...

“but i want you to be upset about it.”

his voice is muffled behind his sleeve. he leans forward, propping up against his knee. big brown eyes look at you between frizzy curls.

“what?” you pause.

now the next part happens in slow motion, or maybe he was moving really slow. you can’t tell. but he sits up, mouths someone you can’t quite read–– and holds your heads. you feel your heart thud out of your chest as you blink quickly.

a smile grows on your lips as he get closer, matching his. he tilts his head towards you, and his nose touches your cheek first. then his lips.

they’re soft and dry, but here on yours.

the first kiss is meek, like a greeting.

the next is bolder, you open your mouth and slot his lower lip between yours. your hands move up his arms as he touches your waist.

soon you’re on his lap, hands through his hair as he claws up your back. you can hardly tell if this is a dream or reality. your skin is on fire, your body is vibrating with confused joy.

you open up your eyes, to look down as see his pale face, earnest and freckled. sweet boy. you trace around his forehead, and down his cheek. his eyes open lazily, half-lidded. he’s smiling that boyish smile for you now,

“feel better?”

“just a little bit.”

you bend down to kiss him again, just because you can, and wrap your arms around his neck.

“tom?”

“mmm?”

“is this a dream?”

he laughs into your kiss, dipping you forward so you yelp and hug him closer. your legs wrap around his waist as you demand he sit back up. you’re near upside down, but his face in front of yours feels so right.

“you tell me.”

you pinch your arm. it hurts.

☁️💕

#Anonymous #ok actually this is super sweet #maybe if i have the energy tomorrow i'll make it a real thing hahahah #love a good roommate au #tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland blurb #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #madmadthirst #mad sweet

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all-of-the-imagines-for-eve · 5 years

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Forget About It ~ S.P. (part 5)

A/n: I didnt go to sleep after all... So yeah um here's the next part OOPS. Also I didn't realize I already have a part five so I wrote this whole thing and then found the part five aId already written except I liked this a LOT more so, here's part five rewritten! Hope you enjoy it :)

Warnings: Bullying is the biggest one tbh. Isolation.

Word Count: 5000+

MASTERLIST

You know there are some days when I really feel like this could work. Like you and I are finally gonna get it right... Then there are days like today, when you make me wanna tear my fucking hair out!

My first day back to Riverdale High was rough. The paperwork hadn’t taken long, but I had gotten used to South Side High, where expectations were low and no one gave the teachers the time of day. Where drugs roamed wild and everyone had the insignia of some gang or another.

Which means I’d made the mistake of wearing my Serpent’s jacket, to begin with.

Everyone was glaring at me. Every single pair of eyes of every single person I cane across threw daggers at me mercilessly. It was only a matter of time before Cheryl Blossom got her claws around me.

“If it isn’t Judas herself!” The red headed cheerleader greeted far too brightly. “Et tu, Brute?”

I rolled my eyes. “Do you want somethjng Cheryl, or are you here simply to get your kicks in because you need a distraction from the lack of your own pathetic, sad existence?”

Perhaps I’d been too harsh. Cheryl wasn’t like anyone in the Serpents. They all hesitated to strike back. They saw when they’d been defeated and were smarter about the approach, even if said approach was waiting until you were alone to strike. Because, unlike in the North Side, if you attacked someone in the South Side there would always be someone who stood up for that person. You mess with someone, you mess with their freuds or family. Or worse, the gang they’re in- which is the same thing, except a gang will rip you apart.

On the North Side, everyone was fighting for themself. Even if I hadn’t been an outsider here, no one would have stepped in. But, since I was a ‘Judas’ as Cheryl had so eloquently put, not only was no one stepping in, but they were thriving off of it. When I insulted her, they all turned on me with equally nasty looks and it made me feel small and in very much danger. Cheryl thrived off of it.

“Keep your head down, Serpent.” Her mockingly sweet tone had dropped to a hateful, dangerous curl. “You’re in bulldog territory now, and we’ll eat you alive.” She walked away and I was reminded of the day Sweetpea Gad come to my house to face down Archie and Reggie had told him the same thing.

I looked around and saw everyone mirroring that same look in Cheryl’s eyes. I tried not to look too terrified as I kept walking.

The day continued with everyone giving off an attitude like that. People made large circles around me in hallways and classrooms alike, squishing together so they could be as far away from me as possible. Two kids tripped me, and a third tried and failed. Shoulders slammed into me in the lunchline and eyes followed me everywhere. The traiter North Sider turned Serpent had returned, and no one was happy about it. They had made it as clear as I had.

Finally, I got some relief from school when Jughead called me. After talking for a little while though, I nearly lost my crap on him. "FP got out and you're only telling me this NOW?" I demanded.

I could FEEL Jughead wince. "He needed some time to get readjusted and have some space... Plus, you do too. How are you holding up on the North Side?"

A sigh escaped me as I tried not to reveal how anxious that question made me. It had been going... not well, to say the least. "Don't change the subject, Jones. You could have told me at least! I need to know what's going on in the South Side, you guys are my family. I'm going to lose my MIND if I find out something major happened and I missed it because no one's talking to me."

"No one's talking to you?"

My mouth audibly snapped shut. "I...” I worked my jaw in an attempt to loosen it. “No, they're not. Not returning my calls or calling me- I'm in the dark here..." I sighed, pushing a hand through my hair.

He paused. "I called to tell you they're throwing a party for my dad. I wanted you to come." His voice sounded tight.

"What's wrong Jug?"

There was a quiet that stretched long enough to make me anxious. "Penny's still on my case."

"What?" I snapped, tensing.

He rushed to explain, maybe to soothe me, but he just couldn't do both. The explanation would only make me more upset. "She targeted Betty. She has a video. It's- a mess. I don't know what's going on with everybody else but I just need you at this party okay? I know I've been distracted and told you last minute but you're still one of my closest friends, Y/n." There was a pause and his tone lightened. "My dad complains that he didn't get to enjoy your cooking." I smiled. "I didn't realize how much you... helped things, around here. I miss you."

My voice was soft when I responded. "I'll be right over Jug. Maybe yell at Fangs to get off his ass and come pick me up." My smile fell. "Or I can... I'll figure it out."

Another pause. There was so much tension and awkwardness. I absolutely hated it. "I'm sorry."

My eyes closed. "I know." Forcing my tone light and trying to ignore the false note in the words, I chirped, "See you soon! Can't wait to see that karaoke machine- maybe I'll get someone to go up there with me." We exchanged our goodbyes and hung up. I moved from the pillows and blankets on the floor of my room to the door. The room otherwise remained completely untouched, just as it had been when I very first left it. I still couldn't find it in myself to touch anything. Especially now if anything, with everything going on at school. Even aside from that, it still felt invasive, but now it also felt dangerous too. This was a life I could so easily fall into. Fade away into. With my friends ignoring me for some reason and Archie and my dad only too eager to bring me fully back to the North Side, I made my statement clear. I was a guest in this house, not apart of even this room. I could see the hurt in my dad's face but I couldn't bring myself to mend the situation. There was no going back. This wasn’t my home anymore and it never would again.

After grabbing my Serpent jacket, I headed toward my door. I was going to North again and between that and this house, the tension never left my body. It was starting to become infused into the make of my very muscles. This jacket was the only comfort I had. It caused problems, but so far there wasn't much chaos about it since I didn't speak out about the bullying and no one else made as much of a scene as Cheryl had. I'd gotten through lucky so far.

On my way out of the house, I heard Archie and my dad talking. Despite myself, the tone of their voices worried me and I paused, listening. They were still my blood after all...

"So I take it things didn't go so well with the four-letter-word, huh?" My dad. My eyebrows came together. Wait, what?

"When I'm with Veronica, as dark as things get - and they've been getting pretty dark - she makes me feel like... everything is gonna be fine. She makes things fun. I don't wanna lose that."

My heart seized. He had said he loved Veronica? Was he really so lost to them? "You won't," my dad assured. "You just have to give her some time. And space. You're a great kid Arch. Really, get out there, have a good time." He began moving but I was frozen in place. "Take the pressure off."

Our eyes locked as he entered the hallway. Why was he encouraging it? Didn't he know how dangerous the Lodges were? Was it being around the Serpents that had made me so painfully aware of the twisted North Sider who was rich and so in power as I sat alone at night thinking how about all the danger and drama we'd had in Riverdale? How much Veronica hated her father? How much she had changed and given into him since he'd been back?

My father came to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. He didn't know what I was thinking exactly but he must have got the gist because his words hit home. "We all take our own path, Y/n. If Archie can find some stability and happiness with people his age, who am I to stop him? Really." He paused as I mulled over that. "He could use his sister right now." My lips pressed together. He sighed. "I know everything that's happened, but... he's been so lost since you've been gone. You gave him a purpose and he gave you security. And now..." He shrugged, his hand falling away. "Maybe just ask him for a ride? Where are you going by the way?"

I flinched. "Sorry, I was going to ask on my way out. Um, Jughead's having a party for his dad-"

My dad nodded. "I've heard. Be safe, okay?" I nodded. He left with just that and I stood alone, on the stairs, thinking.

When I looked up again, Archie stood there. "I'm going too. You... want a ride?"

There was only a second before I mumbled, "Sure."

The car ride was absolutely silent. No nervous tapping, no conversation- not even any music. It was like we were both terrified to more more than necessary, even to breathe. When we got there and he parked, he sighed. "Y/n-" I wanted to bolt and he seemed ready for me to do so and for his words to be lost to me. But my dad's words came back to me and I forced myself to stay. I was... curious. I wondered where this boy who used to be my whole world stood as I lost my footing in the world I thought I knew. It seemed every time I was sure of myself the rug was pulled from under me. Why not go for another fall? He looked at me, unsure if he should continue or not.

A breath escaped through my nose. "Truce?" I asked, holding out my hand. He looked at it, smiled at the childishness, and then took my hand. There was a little release in the cement wall between us. It became a little thinner. The distance shortened, just slightly. We both smiled and then I slipped out of the car, returning to one of the places that felt like a real home. My smile grew to a grin.

Finally.

I didn't find Sweet Pea before I found my brother on stage with his girlfriend, both singing and the tension between them tangible.

So the problem hadn't been solved yet.

"Mad World"? Really? I stood in my place, my heart filling with sadness. They ran off the stage and I almost followed them.

But then Betty got on stage.

I froze, eyes wide and lips parted. A second later my attention snapped to the people around me. My eyes landed on Sweet Pea, who chuckled. My heart exploded in my chest. Why was I suddenly sick to my stomach? My eyes landed on Jughead next. He wasn't looking at me but before I moved to his side I heard Alice Cooper whimper, "Oh my god." When I reached Jughead, my hand touched his arm. He looked away, his jaw working. And then to top it all off, FP Jones announced very dramatically that he wasn't retiring after all.

There was suddenly so much heaviness in my chest and I turned and left, moving outside.

Archie and Veronica.

Archie in GENERAL.

Betty and her- her Serpent dance.

FP was coming back to the Serpents after all.

The way Sweet Pea has looked at Betty Copper.

My friends all going dark on me, cutting me out of their life suddenly because I wasn't around to remind them I existed anymore.

Jughead was upset, shutting me out, and I could do nothing to even slow his steady fall into whatever darkness he felt consuming him.

The whole world was falling apart and I had been desperately trying to hold on... but my fingers had slipped and I was lost again.

I didn't wait for Archie. Like I had done so many times before, just as recklessly, I stormed out into the night in a known dangerous part of town, by myself. I didn't get far before I felt a hand wrap around my wrist. I turned around, startled, to see Sweet Pea.

His smile faded as he took in my expression. I pulled away from him. "Y/n?" He didn't move, unsure what to do about me turning my back as I faced away.

"You know, this sucks." I took a sharp breath in, closing my eyes. "My father's heart is breaking because I'm turning into everything he fears. My brother lost another person as we both make reckless, desperate decisions to find stability and security. My best friend is being slammed in the face as his mistakes bite him in the ass. And my boyfriend-" I spun around to face him. "Has been ignoring me." Sweet Pea frowned. "My entire school is turning on me because I'm proud of the family I'm apart of. The family that is suddenly shunning me? GOD, what is this?"

He moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around me. "Hey, hey, slow down. What do you mean I'm ignoring you?"

"You haven't answered any of my calls," I gasped, trying to hold back tears. "I've been really alone and it's only been a little while but I'm so scared over there. I needed to hear your voice..."

His arms tightened around me. "I'm sorry. I've been busy with school and the Serpents are having a hard time with Jughead and Penny and with FP getting out of prison. My brain has just been super preoccupied. And I've been missing you too. I'm used to having you in person. We didn't ever text or call before- I just have to get used to it. I'm sorry, Y/n."

A sigh came from me. "Everyone around me is hurting and I can't do anything to stop it. To even begin to help. I'm worried, Sweets. I'm so worried..."

"I know," he soothed. There was a pause. "What did you say about school?"

Instantly my heart fell into my toes. I tried to play it off. Making a problem out of a bunch of idiots wasn’t going to do anything but make everyone feel worse. "Nothing. They're just being self righteous, dumb North Siders as usual." I pulled him close. "I miss you. I miss the South Side. The Serpents."

I pushed out all the stupid things I knew I didn't have to worry about. Archie wasn't my concern anymore. If our relationship was mended then fine, but for now I was still done with him. Sweet Pea's look at Betty, as well, was more of amusement than interest. I knew that, looking back, with my emotions a little clearer and with his reassuring hold to calm me. The Serpents weren't ignoring me. It was about perspective again. What I saw in the moment, with my silly emotions and jumping to conclusions. There was a real problem that I needed to focus on. Jughead. FP. Penny.

He rubbed my back. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I need to focus. I'm letting too much get to me." I shook my head. "One thing at a time. How have you been?"

I could hear the smile in his voice. "Of course that's your focus." I smiled too but at his next words it grew weaker. "I've been miserable. It's so cold and uncomfortable, sleeping without you. And we've been dying without your cooking. Your smile and your voice and your laugh and your hand in mine. You make the South Side so much better and I just- really miss you."

My hands tightened around his shirt, fingers pressing between my chest and his. "Sweets?" He hummed the question without saying the words. I bit my lip. I wanted to say it. Thinking about Archie and Veronica only made me want to say it more. But Archie and Veronica also made me more scared to say it. The three words. Those three damn words. "You're amazing. I'm glad we're together."

He paused. A long time. A VERY long time. "Y/n, I..." My eyes widened. The tone of his voice- was he going to say it? "I think I'm in love with you."

Oh. OH. That was so much deeper than 'I love you'. Even with the hint of question it still resounded into my bones, shaking through my body until it tingled in my toes. I was suddenly filled with light that buzzed in my system, waking me up and super charging me. I looked up at him. "I love you," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I'm in love with you." Our eyes locked and it felt so insanely right that our bodies both locked up right there. "I'm in love with you," I whispered again.

The words broke the spell and he broke into the brightest, most contagious grin. His lips found mine and everything was wiped away. Just like in those moments before, it didn't matter. Penny. FP. Jughead. Archie. Betty. The Black Hood. It could all wait for later because in this moment, nothing dark could exist in such pure happiness. The darkness of night seemed to morph around us, the stars and moon and artificial street lights and the lights from the Wyrm all becoming brighter, softer, warmer. Maybe we were young and this wouldn't last but who cared?

I was in love with a boy who was in love with me and despite the raging dangers of Riverdale, that's all that mattered for now.

We slowly parted, our foreheads pressing together. Archie spoke and I slowly looked over, still dazed. He spoke quietly, his eyes not meeting mine. "I'm sorry... but it's time to go home." He looked so defeated that my little glowing paradise was dulled, just a little. But I didn't frown, just nodded.

Turning back to Sweet Pea, I pecked him softly. "Call me when you get there okay? So I know you made it safe."

Ah, there was that glow again, at full power. I nodded. "Of course."

I might as well have been floating as I made my way to Archie's truck. I got in the passenger seat, the air inside it stifling. Archie was dark, oozing despare and agony and struggle. I was light, radiating joy and excitement and fulfillment and ease. My bright mood fought with his heavy one but I didn't notice it. I was stuck on cloud nine, Sweet Pea's kiss and words echoing in my mind to make everything so wonderful. The light and dark fought for dominance until we reached our house and Archie parked. There he finally gave in, letting my light infect him. "Why are you in such a good mood?"

I turned to him. "Sweet Pea told me he loved me." I didn't think about the words. They just came out of me. I was beaming and floating and brilliant and somewhere in my brain I worried that my success where he had failed would be like a slap in the face. I worried that he'd lash out at me and it would be ruined. "He said it and then I said it back and it felt so RIGHT." My hand went through my hair again and I sighed, melting into my chair.

Despite my distant concerns, Archie smiled. "That's amazing, Y/n." He paused. "You seem so happy there."

"Of course, it's my home. My family."

That did hurt Archie. I think both my success and my rejection were too much for him and his face crumpled. My happiness fell and I began to reach out a hand to him, lips parting. But that felt so wrong and it dropped before it even really begun reaching. Just a twitch.

I had been so ready to give him up... how did one begin to close a gap that was so incredibly wide? How do you compromise with the perfect North Sider I used to be and the South Side Serpent I now was? The... North Side Serpent? Was that who I was now?

We didn't talk for a long time. "I'm sorry, about that night. I shouldn't have left you. I shouldn’t have been out there at all." He couldn't look at me. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm genuinely glad what happened the way it did actually." He looked at me in surprise. "Look Archie I know that you're carrying the weight of our family falling apart on your shoulders, but you know what? Don't. I was weak before. Easily broken and walked all over. Now I'm strong. I have a family that doesn't just overprotect me but also lets me protect myself. They make me stronger instead of just... letting me be weak. I have a boyfriend who I LOVE who loves me and a home I feel safe and comfortable. I know our family isn’t as strong but this was the best thing that could happen to me. The Serpents are... fun." I cringed at the word. "Not always, but when they are- I don't know. It's like how you are with Veronica. What you said to Dad earlier. They make everything else disappear. They make it feel OKAY. And I know that I'm losing you, but it's not because I'm choosing the Serpents." A realization hit me and my eyes went wide. "I'm not a South Sider." The words were soft, remembering that night with Sweet Pea where he begged me to understand. Now I finally did and it was amazing. "I'm a NORTH Side Serpent." My back straightened. "You want to worry about something? You don't want to lose me? Stop regretting my time with the Serpents. Stop treating me like I sinned just because I'm not depending on you to function anymore. Appreciate that I've grown and that I'm strong now and love me for who I am, as I am. Not who I was. Not how strong I made you feel with my weaknesses. Accept me as I am, and maybe we won't just become strangers under the same roof." With that I left the truck, slipping inside the house.

I found my dad first. When he saw me, his face light up. I knew he saw it in my eyes. In my posture. In my hands and my smile and in the air around me. "How was-?" He cut off as I slammed into him, clinging to him. He gasped in surprise and then wrapped his arms around me as well, rubbing my back. "You okay?"

"I'm amazing," I whispered softly. "Everything is coming together, and... dad, I'm SO sorry. I'm sorry I shut you out and tried to be a Serpent and not include you in my life just because you're a North Sider. You're the best person in my life and I'm SO lucky to have you. I love you."

My father's chest shuddered and his hold on my solidified. "I love you too, Y/n. I'm proud to be your dad. I just want you safe. Okay?"

I smiled. "Okay."

"Do you promise me?" He asked desperately, pushing me back to hold me at arm's length.

I hesitated, meeting his eyes. "I can’r promise to be safe, dad. Even ont he North Side, things are dangerous and twisted. But-” I quickly added as he seemed to defalte in resignation. “I'll be careful. That I can promise." My smile faltered. "Duty will call, whether it be Serpents- or maybe even Betty or... Archie" he frowned at my hesitation and the odd look on my face at my brother’s name, but seemed to also acknowledged that I had included him at all. "But I will be careful."

He sighed. "I can... agree with that."

We hugged again and then I was off to my room. I texted Sweetpea to let him know I was back safe as I took off my shoes and jacket. When I finished, I jumped into bed and wrapped myself up in my blankets for the first time. The bed was actually comfortable and much nicer than the floor, but I was painfully aware of the absence of Sweet Pea where he should be - had been before I'd left - next to me. This had been the first I’d slept in a bed since I’d come back to the North Side. It felt weird not to have him there too. I pushed it away and pulled a pillow to my chest.

So it wasn't perfect. But it was quite nice all the same. I fell asleep better that night than I had since I'd been back.

Unfortunately, the next day, it was back to Hell. And the kids didn't give me a break.

Cheryl Blossom wasn't even the worst antagonizer. Tripping me, calling me names, insulting me, saying "it" instead of "she" as they talked crap about me loud enough for me to hear it, slamming doors in my face, pulling my hair, throwing harmless things at me in class, laughing ridiculously loud at me if I did ANYTHING even a little wrong... it was endless. They became more and more creative each day. Tripping in the hallway on purpose and slamming into me. Objectifying me loudly to anyone nearby. Banging on the bathroom stall I was in. Someone left a note in my locker telling me to go back "where I came from" as if I wasn't born and raised on the North Side.

The staff didn't help. Literally. I finally told them what was going on, showed them the note, asked for something - anything - but they pointed out that they couldn't punish the whole school or gave them excuses or straight up called me a liar.

I was getting bullied. Brutally.

It was only getting worse too. Halfway into the week, someone slammed their shoulder into mine and I dropped the three books I was carrying. I paused, honing my self control as kids tittered their laughter around me, before bending down. Someone whistled and I swallowed, the back of my eyes burning with tears as I picked up one book, two. As I reached for the third, someone kicked it out of my reach. I slumped in defeat when, suddenly, a hand reached down. My eyes widened as someone picked up my book. No! I looked up to see the commotion around me frozen as Archie moved to me through the students. When he looked at me, his expression was dark and angry. We hadn't talked since the conversation after the Not-Retiring-After-All party for FP and I wondered if he was mad enough to lash out at me for it. Everyone seemed ready for the Andrews sibling show down. If Archie treated me like shit I would never get another break. They’d have all their reasoning and I’d truly be hopeless. If my own brother did it...

He offered me his hand and it took me a second to realize it was to help me stand. I took it, speechless. My book still in his hand he looked at the students around him. "You think this is funny?" His voice carried and I froze, in awe. "You think this is OKAY? Because she's small? Because she's a girl? Because she's not lashing out? Because she's taking this? Because she's a Serpent?" He glared at the people around us in general. "Touch my sister again and watch what happens." He turned to me, putting an arm around my shoulders and guiding me to a more private place. I stared at him. "Are you okay?" He asked, finally offering the book. His face was gentle and his voice was soft. He was only concerned.

My eyes watered. "I..." My voice cut off. His expression twisted with pain.

"I'm so sorry Y/n, I didn't know it was like this until I saw it just now. Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell the staff?"

"They won't do anything about it. Because I'm a Serpent."

Archie's pain mixed with anger and frustration and heartache. He saw the tears in my eyes and relaxed, settling in worry. He opened his arms and I slammed into his chest. He held me, soothing me with soft shushing and rubbing my back. "I'm here now, okay? No more North Side attacks. I'm here too." There was a pause and then he whispered, "You were right. I won't fight your battles for you, Y/n. But I will be here to have your back. Okay?"

I nodded, relaxing against him. "It's so good to have you back, Arch."

His hold on me tightened. "It's so good to be back." We hugged for a little bit longer before leaning away. Class would start soon. "Want to have lunch with me later?"

My smile warmed. "I'd love that."

He grinned. "Perfect. Come on, I'll walk you to class." He let me wipe my face clean and we waited a second for the both of us to calm down before heading to class. We chatted, casual and pleasant. With him by my side, no one bothered us. In class no one talked to me still - no one even sat next to me, a circle of empty chairs separating me from the rest of the students. The teacher ignored my raised hand and snapped at me for interrupting if I just said it out loud. But, also left me be. And it was all because of Archie.

That lifted my heart a lot. Gave me some hope. Maybe my brother wasn't as far out of my reach as I thought.

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jjeangrey · 6 years

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Sorry For Writing All The Songs About You (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: Tony accidentally found out about the little secret you’ve been hiding under your bed.

A/N: Inspired by the song “Sorry For Writing All The Songs About You” by Clara Mae.

Warnings: angst, cussing, and just a very sad story oops

“Y/N?” Tony calls as he enters your room. The door’s locked but since he basically made the avengers tower, he can easily come inside any room he wants and when he wants to. You hate it when he’s being a snoopy asshole.

“Hmm, look’s like our little princess slept late last night.” He says as he looks over your bed and sees you sleeping peacefully, with saliva dripping on the side of your lips. He chuckled and took out his phone to take a picture. “Oh, you’re for sure gonna hate me for this, but that’s what you get for waking up late.” He puts his phone back in his pocket and looks around your room.

“JARVIS?” He called and the speaker of your room spoke.

“Yes sir?”

“Wake Y/N up in an hour and let her know there’s gonna be a party tonight for celebrating the success of our last mission.”

“I will, sir.”

He started walking over to your bed when he accidentally kicked something underneath. “Ow! What the hell?” And him being the snoopy asshole that he is, he kneels to see what it was and pulled a little wooden box from under your bed. He slowly opens it while chanting, “Please don’t be drugs, please don’t be drugs, please don’t be drugs.” And when he successfully opens it, it didn’t reveal drugs but a bunch of papers with words in it. “Yay?”

He reads a few of the papers and a grin slowly formed his mouth. “Oh, Y/N. You sneaky, talented, little brat.”

———

It’s 6 pm and you’re getting ready for another one of Stark’s parties. JARVIS informed you after he woke you up by blasting one of One Direction’s songs so loud on the speaker, you basically fell of your bed because it was vibrating.

You put on the last part of your tonight’s makeup, which is a red lipstick, matching to your glittery red dress. You brushed your hair to the side one last time and turned to Wanda who’s sitting on your bed, busy playing a game on her phone. “What do you think?”

She looks up and smiled. “Wow, red really is your color.” You chuckled and walked over to her. “Well, I control fire, so obviously.”

You have been an avenger for about a year now. You started as one of S.H.I.E.L.D’s best agents until everyone discovered that you’re not a normal human being and Fury appointed you to join the Avengers team. You didn’t like it at first, but the longer you stayed, you loved saving people even more and you became attached to the other members. Especially to one particular member, Bucky Barnes.

You met him on your first day being an avenger, and it wasn’t because you were introduced to him. You were running late and you accidentally spilled coffee on his white shirt. Since then, you had a huge crush on him. After a while, you two started secretly dating.

Everything was going great for a few months until you had a big fight, and the next day he went with Nat for a two-week mission. When they came back, they were dating.

You didn’t react, of course, because nobody knew you two were a thing, so you just kept it inside. You didn’t know how to express your feelings without anybody knowing so you started writing songs and kept it in a box underneath your bed.

——————

The party’s over and the guests have gone home but Tony asked the team to stay for a bit more. They talked about the mission, the past, and laugh about the stories and jokes everyone would tell. You feel a little weight lifted out of your heart as you spend time with the avengers, your friends, your family. You love this. You wanted to stay like this forever.

Until Tony said those words.

“Guys, you know, Y/N has a talent she hasn’t showed us yet.”

You looked up and turned to Tony who’s smiling from ear to ear. You gave him a confused look and he just winked at you.

What talent?

“Really? Well, show us!” Sam said and the rest agreed with him.

“Um, besides creating fire out of nowhere, I don’t have anything else. Sorry to disappoint you.” You shrugged.

“Liar.” Tony stood up and took out a a long brown envelope underneath the couch. He opened it and pulled pieces of papers you are very much familiar with. Your eyes widened and you immediately got out of your seat and snatched the papers from Tony’s hands. “Where the fuck did you get this?”

“You were sleeping late so I went to your room, and found those.” He chuckled and went back to his seat.

“I am going to kill you, Anthony Stark.” You said in rage and you were about to get out of your seat again to punch the motherfucker but Clint pulled you back. “Woah, woah, woah. Before anyone gets murdered here, can someone tell us what happened?”

“He snooped, again, into my things!”

“She writes songs.”

“Wait, what?” Said everyone else.

You can feel yourself getting heated and you might burn this place to the ground if you don’t control your powers so you went to the bar to get yourself a drink. You’re so angry but also embarrassed because the words on those papers were your feelings and someone just read them.

“You write very depressing songs, Lady Y/N.” Thor said as he scanned the papers with Clint and Rhodey around him. You were about to go after them but Sam stopped you. “Nah-uh, killing team members is prohibited.”

You rolled your eyes and slumped back in your seat. God, how you wish you have the power to make the ground swallow you right now.

“You really do write songs, Y/N?” Natasha asked.

“Oh, y-yeah but not really. They’re just... n-nonsense.” You stuttered.

“Nonsense? These are amazing, doll.” Steve said as he looked over the lyrics you wrote.

“Yeah, I can’t believe you’re a superhero AND a songwriter.” Bruce chuckled and messed your hair.

“I got an idea.” Tony stood up.

“Sit your ass back down, Stark. Your ideas are always fucking bullshit.”

He continued as if he didn’t hear you.” What about, we let Y/N sing one of her songs to us right now?” He walked over to the piano and opened it.

“No no no no. That’s where you draw the line.” You growled as your cheeks get red and you feel flames started making their way to your fingers.

“Oh, come on! I haven’t heard you sing once, even in the shower.” Wanda teased and you just shot her a deadly stare.

The team started cheering you on and you just felt so shy. You want to run back to your room but they’re for sure not going to let you, since you already see Sam standing on the doorway.

“Go do it, Y/N. I want—I mean we want to hear you sing.” Bucky said out of nowhere. You looked at him and you saw him staring at you intensely.

It’s been a long time since you two said a word to each other and you missed his low, raspy voice talking to you. You just missed him so much.

You walked over to the piano and sat on the little stool. “Fine, but just this once.”

Everyone started yelling and cheering, and you can feel the love and support. Maybe finally expressing your feelings to other people is a good idea.

“Well, I haven’t written a song in a while so i’ll just sing the very last song I did.” You said and you started playing the piano. Everyone got quiet and went back to their seats to listen to you. You took a deep breath and started singing.

I can't help myself I put it down on paper

All the different stages, memories of us

That's the only way I know that I can shake it

Writing all our pages, every single thought

You smiled as you remember all the happy memories with you and Bucky. When you fell asleep in his room after you just puked all over him and confessed your feelings to him. And when he confessed his feelings for you in the morning after that.

Your first date on this small coffee shop he only knows about, your first kiss when you were watching a movie, and the first time you did it after you went home from the movies.

Everything about you two was perfect, and it sucks that all that was just gone.

And you didn’t talk about it or say proper goodbyes to each other.

You looked over to Bucky and he’s staring at you right back, listening to every word you’re singing. Natasha looked uncomfortable. Maybe she knows about you and Bucky’s past. Maybe he told her.

Sorry for writing all the songs about you

I know that you hate that I got more to say

Sorry for writing all the songs about you

But I had to, oh I had to

You looked at everyone else and they look confused. Trying to figure out who the song and the rest that you wrote is really all about. And you just wanna tell them, scream that it’s for Bucky. All of this is for Bucky.

Swear no one will know that every moment was true

All the mistakes and why you ran away

No one really will know. You wanted to tell Tony and Steve and Clint and everyone else about your relationship. The fight you had the night before the mission. You wanted to tell them you two never really broke up officially, but actions speak louder than words. And you respect Bucky and you know he wanted to keep it private. God, even after all this time, you still fucking love him. After all the songs you wrote, you still couldn’t forget him.

Sorry for writing all the songs about you

But I had to, oh I had to

The only way for you to not die because of the pain you’re feeling is by writing songs. These songs are what gave you the strength to face Natasha and Bucky everyday without having to have a mental breakdown in front of them. These songs kept you sane. And now that everyone knows about it, you don’t know what to do.

You feel your eyes watering, and you saw Wanda ready to stand up and pull you away from everyone but you just gave her a smile to tell her that you’re alright.

But you’re not alright, not even close.

I can’t wait for you to recognize the stories

Like when you said you loved me, or that time at the rooftop

You remembered that night at the rooftop. No one really goes there except you and Bucky, because that’s your hiding spot.

“Marry me.” Bucky said out of the blue and you almost choked on your drink.

“I’m sorry, what?” You blinked a few times to understand what he’s trying to say.

“I said,” he pulled you closer to him and rested his forehead on yours. “marry me, doll.”

“Buck, we’ve only been dating for two months. The team don’t even know about us yet.” You said as you put down your drink and wrapped your arms behind Bucky’s neck. He plants a kiss on the tip of your nose and smiled. “Then we’ll tell them. Just... just say you’ll marry me.”

“Are you really... proposing?”

“Uh, well I don’t have a ring right now but yes, I am doll. I love you and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.” He knelt down on one knee and held both of your hands.

“You don’t need a ring to make me say yes.” You smiled widely. “Yes, Barnes. I will marry you.”

Will you act as if you haven’t even heard it

Nothing of it really matters

Bucky was listening. He was listening and understanding everything. He wanted to go run and hug you, but Natasha’s beside him and now he doesn’t know what to do. He loved you. And he still loves you, but he’s afraid.

Just to get over what we lost, what we lost

I put it in words to clear my thoughts

And just to get over, over us

I had to, I had to

Sorry for writing all the songs about you

You finally finished the song and you started bawling your eyes out. Everyone was speechless. You stood up, glanced one last time at Bucky who’s looking very concerned, and ran back to your room.

You heard Wanda muttered, “Bucky.”

And you never looked back.

~*~*~

Here’s the part 2, as requested!

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onfyexo · 6 years

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Laundromat - Tom Holland x Reader Series

Warnings: none really (?)

Oops, i think i’ve made the decision I wont include smut in this, maybe still the angst but i feel like smut would be out of place yknow? Im sorry for everyone who was looking forward to that actionDJSMDMS. I’ll definitely write stand alone smut in the future 💕

Part 3 - Conversation starts between the two of you and it’s like a dream ( again i suck )

*Tom is in bold

https://soundcloud.com/keshibeats/sayitaintso

“You probably think it’s weird that i touched your clothes, and I realize that now...ahh shit.” Tom hissed while scratching the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly at his actions.

The second part of him thought that you looked at him with such bemusement because he touched your delicates but it was only out of sincerity. He figured you had a busy life which is why you dazed off in your seat. Those were already some things you shared in common with each other.

It was still hard for you to speak or come up with things to say to him that weren’t idiotic. You didn’t want to blurt out that he was the most gorgeous being on the planet so you kept that bit to yourself.

Your lips parted again to speak and Tom looked at you eagerly to hear your voice again.

“No! I didn’t even think of it that way, you’re just really beautiful and I-“

You blurted out in a shaky tone that caught Tom off guard. His eyes grew wide and his smiled even more than before. He was actually liking how his day was going so far and it was all because of you.

“I shouldn’t have said that, fuck. I’m sorry again.” You exclaimed, hoping he wouldn’t run out the door with his clothes thinking of how peculiar you were.

“You apologize too much love.” He said while situating himself in the seat to the left of you.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. He’s sitting next to me now.

Tom could tell he was enchanting to you. He could tell by your body language.

Your fingers were fiddling above your lap. You kept your hoodie over your face to hide your incredulous expression of endearment. And when he sat down next to you, you didn’t turn your body to face him but it wasn’t out of repulsion, he knew that for sure. It was out of timidity and he found that fascinating.

He did the honor of turning his body instead so he could talk to you clearly, hoping you would show your radiant eyes to him.

“Im sorr-I mean if i kept you here longer than you should’ve been then I sincerely apologize.” You rambled, hoping that he wouldn’t catch that you switched from saying “sorry” to “apologize” but that didn’t work.

“You’re fine sweetheart. My clothes already finished but would it be okay if i stay here with you until you’re done? I would hate to leave you here by yourself. And by the looks of the manager, he wouldn’t have the decency to look after you if I leave.”

He used his head to point towards the manager’s office that was behind the two of you. He was still leaning back in his chair, stuffing his face with strawberry glazed donuts from what you could see.

That was besides the point, what mattered was that Tom was willing to stay for you. He offered such sincerity that no one has really done to you.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind at all.” You finally gave him what he wanted by turning your head to nod and beam at him; eyes gleaming and cheeks burning.

“Awesome! So tell me about yourself Miss (Y/N)? If you don’t mind.” His expression turned to determination as his eyes burned into your soul. He was gonna read you.

Not noticing how circuitous you were, you ended up telling him about everything...apart from how much of a mess you were but you knew he was a mess too; a cute one in fact.

You both discussed music, cartoons, video games, art, and dancing once the personal stuff got out of the way.

It was odd that you were so nonchalant with disclosing all of this information. Maybe it was because it felt like you knew him on a personal level; you did stalk him on instagram, you did read fanfictions, you cried over him at ridiculous hours of the night, etc. etc.

You felt it was stupid to ask him about his life but you wanted to make all of this realistic and genuine for his sake. You wanted him to be able to talk about himself as if he was “normal.” You wanted to act like you didn’t know he was an actor. But because Tom was so good at evaluating people, he saw right through you. He just thought it was wonderful that you spared him of asking the same questions everyone else asked him.

An hour passed once your clothes finished and Tom would’ve helped you fold them but again: you had underwear in the pile of laundry and that would be weird. So to make the process go by faster for you, he told you about what plans he had for today and you told him how you didn’t have any.

His voice started to get energetic as time progressed and his raspy voice was no longer there. He was beginning to ramble and that excited you.

He sat in the chair looking up at you the entire time, swaying back and forth with his legs folded and hugging his chest. He was like a baby telling about his incredible first trip to Disneyland.

“Yeah I have to meet up with a friend of mine after this but all of my clothes were dirty so I decided to come here.” He had such desirable emotion while speaking with you.

This must be what it feels like to be an interviewer or a close friend of his. He’s sunshine.

You could tell he was talking about Harrison and that made your knees buckle. You didn’t want him to know that you knew about Harrison, you had to play it off.

The minutes flew by and sadness started to creep close to you. This meant you would have to part ways with him.

You had finished your clothes and had them put back in your baskets.

“I can help you put those in your car if you’d like?” He asked when he saw you struggling to gather everything.

“Thank you so much, i appreciate it.” You gushed yet again for the 30th time so far.

His chivalry captivated you as he put the baskets in the backseat of your car effortlessly. Seeing him do anything captivated you.

He sighed happily while rubbing and clapping his hands together to show that he finished.

“This morning was pretty good.” He said while standing in front of you between each other’s cars.

“It was.” You chuckled while looking at your feet. Maintaining eye contact with him was harder than you thought.

“I hope to see you again soon (Y/N).”

“You too Tom.”

And with that, you got in your car and he got inside his; departing with a smile, a wave and internal affection.

Part 1 - https://bangtanscope.tumblr.com/post/172785019225/laundromat-tom-holland-x-reader-series-mini

Part 2 - https://bangtanscope.tumblr.com/post/172810255305/laundromat-tom-holland-x-reader-series-warnings

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Episode 14 - "This will be a fun finish" ~Amy

I'm so sorry Colin. I really thought you'd play your idol. I didn't mean to send you home, just weaken you. I was hoping to pick between Amy and Elle to send out 😬

Sigh... I miss him 🥺 I think I'm gonna try to self-destruct this round. Keep you posted ❤️✨

Wait so Amy just told me they swapped the votes last minute on Anastasia, so she would've gotten 3 votes or something. Did nobody catch on that she had immunity then?

Ahahahahaha fuck Colin somehow went home and it's partly my fault but it was a mix of a mess. Colin really believed jodi and jared were voting with him to get josh which seemed odd from the start. I have been talking and I think I know or as much as I can. I was the sole vote on jodi lol but I didn't get the memo to do anastasia until 859 and didn't have time to switch so I thought it would still be okay but somehow elle colin and I all voted differently lol whoopsies. Now I'm told jared used his idol on jodi but if Josh knee we were split I don't think he did. I think anastasia actually voted colin with Josh and Jared. Anastasia And jodi aren't budging that they voted elle so I guess jared could have given her the necklace to get colin. I am just so mad I didn't vote the same as elle 🤦🏻‍♀️ I'm hoping josh believes elle used an idol so he votes with me and elle. I might need to use my steal this go and that would get it to 3-3 minimum and if Josh voted with me it would be 4-3 but I think Jared still has his idol. I am legit so sad about colin like I obviously flipped to save him and legit wanted him to win and I would come in second lol now I'm worried I won't make it bc Jodi is spreading I have an idol and obviously josh wanted to flush idols last round that's why he did that. I know hosht wants anastasia in his f3 but I'm just hoping he wants jared and or jodi out more but I think he wants me and elle out ☠️ the fact is if jared still has his idol he's safe now but he need to make it seem like we are voting him. I'm just so confused about the last one hahahaha I was going around asking like I'm not mad just confused lol. And I called colin before talking through everything and myself and elle I guess said I think we are fine ☠️ I can't believe it honestly just shocked. That's the thing like even when I said jared was lying to colin whichever round before colin was still trusting him and look jared did it again he is good at lying haha shooooot. This will be a fun finish. F6 and I just don't know how it's going to end. Rn I think I'd like any mix of elle josh or anastasia at the end WITH me but I won't be surprised if it's them but also elle said they might self destruct. So basically I don't know if I should use the steal and save my idol or just idol since I think it will be live. I guess if elle just says vote me out but like I need their number the next round. If I idol then elle votes with me next go, we'd be okay until 4. That's probably as far as I'm making it lol. That's my update 😭😭😭😭 sorry colin I wish you were still here

Nothing. This round really scares me because playing in the middle could really come back to haunt me. I wouldnt mind Jared leaving then i could have a better chance of winning immunity but at the same time all these advantages and Elle’s potential idol scare me. Jared revealed that i was the one who flipped last round but im reassuring her that it was just to flush idols.

My brain wheels are turning and Im realizing how scary this round is. Me Jared or Jodi will probably be leaving unless we play exactly right. There is a steal a vote so we cant split vote... So we would have to vote either Amy or Elle and pray they dont have an idol. Also Josh is with us now yayy!! And Josh talked to me about us voting to make a move not necesserily with everyone else so we can build our resume. We just need more info at this point. Elle literally told Jodi to vote her what. And Amy isnt talking to me that hard so I think Amy has an idol maybe idk

OKAY! Amy has a single vote blocker and we don't trust Josh bc he voted Colin (even admitted it smh have shame man COLIN IS DEAD he's not dead but i do miss him hi Colin reading this❤️). I talked to so many ppl today why does everyone want me for my brain lol it's like the opposite end of objectifying someone 😂 I'M MORE THAN AHIGHLY DEVELOPED HIPPOCAMPUS, YOU GUYS 💔 jk jk anywaysss Video called with Jodi she is so sweet ❤️ also so stressed :( hate to see it also sorry everyone I told that I didn't have anything I didn't at the time??? But then Amy gave me her vote blocker so That's gonna be a thing tonight lol. Here's the plan: - Told Josh to vote Jodi bc he's too insecure of an ally now to trust that Amy and I are actually voting... - Jared, who may or may not still have an idol idk but he's annoying me with the question of it all lol use it or lose it at this point (but ty Jared for wearing pink all the way back 💖 still have not spoken to you sicne May lol) - Use the vote blocker on Jared's vote Any believes they're voting her and I believe that's likely! Who knows lol either way: 3 Elle/Amy 2 Jared 1 Jodi (maybe) Vote blocker used, now it's 2 Elle/Amy, 2 Jared, 1 Jodi Revoteeeee Elle or Amy, Anastasia, Jodi, and Josh get to revote (or something, i forget how this game works whatever I'm fine with whatever happens tonight and I'm bored of confessing oop! Amy just told Josh I have a vote blocker bc she transferred it to me 😂 and earlier I told Josh I didnt (bc I didn't) oml so help me I try to plan so enatly but then this game get messy anyway... xoxo, gossip girl

I am not sure what to do. I wanted to do a 3-2-1 on Elle and Anastasia, but it's so risky as Amy essentially can control what the outcome of this vote is. Elle and I had a weird call. they said that they "expected to self destruct in the early merge", and "feel free to vote" for them, they "don't really want to win". That's practically code word for "I'm going to idol you out of this game". Also, I studied the Stings series wiki to see that Colin has idoled before in a previous invisible round, so that's why I thought he'd idol here. I also realized after revisiting that today might actually be a reward challenge for information from the invisible round, since that's also what happened in that same season. We must be there for tonight, it's only 10 minutes (according to Amy) but heck, we got a plan anyways.

Wow, my first written confessional! This is only because my video confessionals will take too long to upload, and I'd hate for Raffy to give me a strike. Anyways, things got messy today but the plan right now is to split votes between Amy and Elle. The goal is for one of them to go home while also getting an idol out of the game. The reason things got messy was because we originally proposed a 3-2-1 plan to Amy, but realized (1) she wasn't fully on board with us and (2) that we couldn't burn Anastasia like that in having her be the decoy vote. If Amy is actually with us, she's going to be pissed if she's still in and realized we lied to her yet again. If Amy isn't actually with us and is leaking our discussion to others to try to redirect the target to us, then clearly I don't feel as bad.

So final plan is 2-2-2 Elle Amy (whomever) if vote stolen, it means Amy isn't with us, we vote 3 Amy Very high chance I get idoled out here, but this is about as much as I can plan. Last time I got voted out, I tried to play so perfect. So perfect I didn't get a vote. Not getting a vote ended my game ☠️ We'll see.

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Edgic:

Power Rankings:

Jodi: Manipulating the situation in her favor

Josh: Probably will make it to the end

Jared: Probably will make it to the end

Anastasia: Is on the bottom of the 4 person alliance

Amy: Is on the bottom but has advantages that no one suspects she has

Elle: People think they have advantages and is getting targeted over it

The group was given 5 minutes to discuss out loud who to vote out unanimously. If it wasn't unanimous, the whole group would go to rocks. After 5 minutes, they were allowed to play advantages if they wanted to. Elle chose to play their Vote Steal on Anastasia. For this round, a Vote Steal would immune the person it was used against. Additionally, this person would not be able to vote or have a say in the discussion. The group was given an additional 5 minutes. During the discussion, everyone except Elle (who wanted to go to rocks) said they would vote Elle. Then, when the vote was announced, the tribe instead went to rocks as it was not unanimous. Josh was rocked out

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A/N: Request from anon. Oh, I very much enjoyed writing this. It was too perfect. I combined it with some of my own ideas and well… I guess I got a little carried away. So without further ado… Enjoy, everyone! ;-)

Words: 3829 (oops) Warnings: smut

Concentration is the key to all success. You need to channel your powers in order to be able to use them to their full extent.

You scoffed, setting the book aside. This was easier said than done. How would you possibly concentrate with all that testosterone-filled superhero fuss around you? It’s not like you had wanted to be an Avenger in the first place! Fine, you did have magical powers that equalled telekinesis but that didn’t make you a hero. You considered yourself an anti-hero, if anything. Unfortunately, Fury had had a different opinion.

Growling angrily, you made your way back to the library. Doctor Strange had been kind enough to leave you some magic books with which you could improve your skills. Only reading and learning in theory wouldn’t get you anywhere on a long term. You needed help. A teacher, or a master of magic, someone who was exceptionally skilled in… instantly, you froze in place. There was in fact a person who knew his magic tricks better than anyone else on this planet and much to your luck, this person happened to be present in the Avengers manor with his foster brother Thor right now.

It was fire you would be playing with but it was going to be worth the risk—you were desperate and frustrated. You’d only have to wait until everyone else was asleep.

Unluckily, it wasn’t as easy as you had expected when you sneaked out of your room past midnight. Vision naturally didn’t need any sleep and he was ghosting around like a possessed poltergeist in a haunted mansion when he didn’t know what else to do, which made it a lot harder for you to get to the other end of the manor—to the very room Loki had been put in.

Fury had insisted on treating him like a prisoner for as long as he was here. You couldn’t exactly blame him for that decision; after all, he had tried to take over the world and killed quite a bunch of people in the process but it posed yet another difficulty to overcome before you could ask the famous Trickster for help.

Only God knew if Loki would actually aid you at that but you figured it was worth a try. You were running out of options and as long as Hela was on the run, roaming through the realms and destroying everything in her path, you were in some serious need of being able to defend yourself.

You hesitated to knock when you finally reached his room. He was usually never asleep at this time but reading in bed instead, this much you knew from spying on him, or, what you preferred to call it, admiring him from afar. Sometimes you wondered whether he had nightmares that kept him from slumber at night.

“Loki? Are you awake?” You whispered, opening the door just a smidge so you could peek inside the room. The lights were on as you proceeded to step into the room and quietly closed the door behind you.

Loki looked up from his book, confusion written all over his face. He wasn’t used to visitors then. Inexplicably, the thought of this filled you with sadness. He’d done bad things but that was no reason to treat him like vermin for as long as he was a guest here on Earth… right?

“What do you want?” He asked, his silky voice sending a shiver down your spine. You had known he was intimidating, not that he was attractive, charming and seductive. SHIELD should have prepared you a lot better before sending you here.

“I… need some help,” you started timidly, looking at your fingernails as you did. Loki frowned.

“Then I suggest you bother my brother or one of the other brainless monkeys that took up quarters in this manor,” he spat mockingly before attending to his book again. You pouted. It came pretty close to what you had expected from his first reaction. Tilting your head, you attempted to make out the title of his reading. It was a magic book—ironic, really, for it was just what you needed.

“Loki… I need your help.” You insisted, cautiously allowing yourself to step further into the room. There was still a possibility that he would snap and harm you, after all, something you had to be prepared for at all times. As long as you couldn’t rely on your telekinesis, it was gonna have to be pure strength and speed though. Quite frankly, your odds were long against the Trickster himself.

The God of Mischief sighed, rolling his eyes before setting his book aside to look you straight in the eye. The beautiful blue in them almost made you flinch with its sheer intensity.

“Whatever is the matter, mortal?”

“You can do magic,” you started. You focused on the bridge of his nose—the way his eyes bore into yours made you nervous, made your heart beating faster. That is not supposed to happen.

“Very much so,” he replied with a scornful smirk. You nodded.

“I can too. Well, a bit. I was born with telekinetic abilities I found out about only a few months ago. I’ve been trying, desperately, to control them ever since then but no matter what I try, no matter what books I read… I can’t do it. I was… I was wondering if you could help me improving my skills. If what Thor said about Hela is true, I will need them.”

Loki was silent for a moment, as if he was weighing which way was best to respond; or much rather, if he could obtain an advantage for himself by helping you.

“Telekinesis you say?”

“Yeah,”

He smirked once more. Damn, why did he have to look so handsome when he did that?!

“Why would I help you?” Scoffing, you dared to look at him once more. That was the second reaction you had expected from him. And you had come up with a plan for it.

“What do you want?”

“What do you offer in return?” He shot back.

You had no money—something Loki wouldn’t be interested in anyway—other than that… there was nothing you could possibly give him. You were useless when it came to helping him keep his Asgardian throne and you certainly couldn’t let him out of the manor.

“I have nothing but… myself, Loki.” You responded shyly.

Again, the Trickster frowned. This time, however, it was paired with a brief flashing in his blue eyes. Anticipation, perhaps? Determination? Whatever it was, it scared you a little. But you were in too deep to chicken out now.

“Now please don’t tell me you are going to prostitute yourself for my tutoring.”

Why yes. This was exactly what you intended to. Loki was an outrageously good-looking guy and you were sure he had neglected his own sexual needs for a while now, busy with ascending the throne of Asgard and all that. Perhaps it was wrong to do such a thing and use the opportunity to sleep with an actual god… but you were running out of options and that quite literally. The lack of success with your powers drained you, tore you apart from the inside out. At times, you felt like you were going to burst with the energy living within you but untrained, your ability uncontrollable beyond measure up to a certain point, you would sooner or later get yourself killed. And you certainly had no intention to die already.

“Why not?” You finally answered with a shrug, acting nonchalant. In reality, you felt like throwing up. Of course, you did have doubts about this. Loki was so different from all the men you had ever bedded… as a mortal, you were highly unlikely able to satisfy him.

It was like he had read your mind when he spoke up again.

“Oh dear… what could you possibly offer me that I could not receive from an Asgardian goddess?”

Swallowing, you bit your lower lip. Exactly. He had a point. You were but a mere mortal, magical powers or not. But you were not going to give up just yet.

“Blind obedience? S-submission? You’re a king now, aren’t you?” His eyes flashed once more. This time, you could see clearly what it was. And you knew then you had won—it was hunger.

Pacing up and down the library, you grew restless, nervous for what was about to come. Loki had actually agreed on teaching you. It was unbelievable. Today, he had wanted to meet you twenty minutes ago here in the library. Maybe he had tricked you after all and was laughing his luscious arse off now that you were waiting for him in vain and had on top of that offered your body to him like a filthy whore!

Panic flooded you. Perhaps you should just go back to Doctor Strange and ask him for help instead. You were pretty sure you wouldn’t have to sleep with him to get some lessons—

It was then, however, Loki suddenly appeared right before you as you turned around. A scream escaped your lips, your mind moving the shelves around you so a handful of books fell to the ground. Great, now you had to clean that up.

“So it is emotions that trigger your powers. Fascinating,” Loki purred with a smirk as he tilted his head to examine you like a painting. Grunting, you crossed your arms.

“Where were you? You told me to meet here twenty minutes ago!”

“I am a king, little girl. I have certain duties to fulfil.”

“Oh, of course, your majesty. I’m terribly sorry.” You gave back sarcastically. “Loki, please, just help me now!”

“You think I will be able to teach you the depths of magic within a day? It took me centuries to master illusions alone.”

“Yeah but I don’t have a couple of centuries of spare time. In fact, I don’t even have a decade. You might have noticed that a certain goddess of death is trying to kill us all.”

“Do you want me to help you or not?” He suddenly spat, glaring at you as if he wanted to set you on fire. His blue eyes bore into yours, sending ice cold shivers up and down your spine. You were instantly reminded of how dangerous he really was. Or, of how dangerous he could be. You hadn’t forgotten about your “payment” yet, after all.

“Sorry,” you murmured, avoiding his gaze to focus on his boots instead. Loki nodded, materialising a book out of thin air. For just a split second, his hands were surrounded by a green glow—his seidr, you assumed—then, he handed it to you.

“Before I can properly teach you anything at all, you will read this book. It has been in my mo-… Frigga’s possession long before your precious Doctor Strange even saw the light of the day.” Frowning, you stared at the binding. It looked rather ancient, its pages yellowed and the smooth leather battered. You could tell its content was about self-control and emotions when handling magic, when you opened it to peek inside, however, you were met with gibberish of foreign letters. Runes? Was this Old Norse?

“Loki, I can’t read that. I don’t speak… whatever this is.”

The God of Mischief rolled his eyes. He waved his hands once more, another shimmer of green washing over the book in your hands. When you looked down at the letters once more, the whole text was written in English.

“Thanks,” you whispered in awe, your fear mixing with admiration for the unusual man… god… before you. It confirmed that you had indeed made the right choice by asking him for help.

“Read it until dusk. I’ll check if you have and then, little girl, we can start getting that lovely ability of yours under control.” Only you were certain he wasn’t talking about your telekinetic skills only.

Two weeks passed, with you secretly meeting up with Loki after dusk every day so he could teach you how to control your supernatural powers. He had stopped treating you like a curiosity but apparently still took a lot of pleasure in mocking you. Oddly enough, he hadn’t mentioned with a word when he would get back to that “payment” matter.

You decided not to be bothered by it for now. Much more important was to concentrate on what Loki had taught you. Tonight, you were practising in the library together. There had been a few quite remarkable successes already, with you being able to move around books and rearranging the shelves by using nothing but your mind; and now it seemed like Loki had decided to take it to the next level. Lifting furniture off the ground and letting it hover in the air for a full minute would “suffice his expectations”, he had said. “You need to be able to control yourself even in your sleep. That’s when you’ll be good enough,” he had said.

So that’s what you tried. Biting your tongue to focus, your eyes locked with the round table and its two armchairs to make it hover in the air as if dozens of invisible hands were holding it above their equally invisible heads. It worked. It worked well!

It worked until Loki walked up right behind you, his hands resting on your hips and his hot breath brushing against your neck.

“Very good. Concentrate,” he purred. And with that, the furniture came crashing down to the ground again, beaten by gravity. The moment the wood collided with the tiles on the floor was also the moment about a hundred books were ripped from their shelves to clatter to the ground.

You swallowed. This was definitely not how to control your powers. Loki had said your telekinesis was being influenced by emotions. Well, the God of Mischief certainly awoke one kind of emotion. Shivers ran up and down your spine when he chuckled, his breath trailing down your neck.

“Now that was disappointing,” he mocked. You could tell he was smirking, having you furrow your brows and turn around in an instant, irked by his scornful comment.

“That’s not fair! You were distracting me!”

“Now, now, I was merely touching you. Is that… so distractive?”

Yes, you wanted to say.

He knew he had you there. Loki had noticed a couple of days ago already how your longing gaze roamed over him whenever you’d thought he wouldn’t notice. But he had. Every single, lustful glare, he had seen and slowly, it had started to make sense to him as to why you had offered your body to him in exchange for his teaching in the first place.

Embarrassing. Had you been this obvious all along?

“You were not. But I am God of Mischief, little girl. I can read you like a book,” he remarked as if he had read your thoughts. His smirk grew even wider, his blue eyes sparkling with… with desire?

“Get on your knees,” he suddenly snapped.

You blinked, your eyes widening in disbelief. Yes. This was the confusing thing about Loki. You never knew what you were getting yourself into. His moods were unpredictable, his many motives all but unfathomable.

“W-wait, w-w-what?” You chirped.

“I said get on your knees.” His tone was commanding now, intimidating even. So this was how he had convinced a crowd to kneel before him in Stuttgart. Instantly, you obeyed him, looking up at him in both awe and fear of what to expect. Your legs connected with the cool floor beneath you, your heart beating like a steam hammer. God, you would faint if he kept examining you like innocent prey that he had hunted down just for the fun of it.

“I believe you have had enough practise for today.”

You couldn’t help but nod, feeling like you were in a trance as Loki strolled over, hovering above you like the powerful god he was. Swallowing once more, you bit your lower lip.

“Loki…” It was a question that wouldn’t escape your lips. What are you doing? What’s going to happen? Clearly, he understood, for he smirked once more—this time truly maliciously.

“How I would love to put that pretty mouth of yours to some good use for a change.” He explained as he fumbled around with the hem of his leathern armour, attempting to free his growing erection. For just a split second, you dared to look down, only to discover the massive bulge in his pants. Your breathing became faster, a tingling sensation between your legs urging him on.

He was referring to your loose tongue, to the way you spoke to him when you were vexed and when things didn’t go your way. You usually dared to counter something cheeky when Loki slipped another mocking statement—and you loved it. You loved provoking him and, so you could tell, he enjoyed teasing you. Only now he was getting back at you and you were completely at his mercy.

A treacherous pull in your lower regions erupted at the very thought of it just when his hard cock sprang free. Loki let his pants slid down to his own knees, offering you an equally delicious sight of his slim but muscly thighs.

“Suck,” he commanded, his blue eyes wide with lust and want. Still, you hesitated. This was not your first time giving someone a blowjob but Loki was big. Bigger than all the other guys you had dated. His thick cock twitched under your greedy look, threatening with just how enormous he was. Your fear returned. He’s a god, he’s a god, he’s a god… your mind kept repeating. You’ll never live up to his expectations.

Another second passed. Your mouth was watering by now, anticipating joyfully finally taking him between your lips and tasting him. Immediately you wondered what it would be like. Would he taste like frost and winter? Like mischief and malice? How did those two taste anyway?

Finally, you leaned forward, supporting yourself by pressing your palms against his thighs and pushed the pink tip of him between your lips, flicking your tongue over his slit and making him buck his hips. You would have smiled if you’d been able to. He tasted so much better than you had imagined.

Braver now, you took him deeper into your mouth and began sucking him like a sweet popsicle as your right hand travelled up his thigh to caress his balls. He was leaking with precum already, you could taste the indefinable saltiness on your tongue. Had you done that? He could have gotten horny without you being present, after all, there was no doubt about that but now, all you could hear was silent growls escaping his slightly parted lips. He was enjoying himself as he glimpsed down at you imperiously. You were giving him this pleasure. The dirty thought filled you with pride.

It burned you to reach between your legs and grant yourself a little relief as well. With every movement of your head, with every lick of your tongue, you grew wetter and needier. Still, you resisted. Loki would punish you if you focused on your own bliss right now. That you were sure of.

Kneading his balls, you released him with a noisy pop and licked up and down his twitching length, devouring his dick with relish before taking him in as deep as you could once more.

It was then Loki lost his composure, his patience, his consideration, whatever it was. Snarling like a lion, he suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you towards him, causing you to deep throat him. Your eyes widened in shock. What? Fuck, no, this was way too much!

You gagged around him, struggling to pull away to catch your breath but either, Loki didn’t care or he was too caught up in his pleasure to notice your discomfort. Bucking his hips again and again, he fucked your mouth so furiously your neck started aching from the pressure.

It felt too intense, too much but… at the same time it felt… hot, intriguing and arousing. He wouldn’t choke you, now would he? He had told you he could read you like a book, he would know if it really got too much for you, right?

Your pussy was dripping by now, your core aching with desire, begging for attention. Your whole body had heated up, demanding the pleasure you denied yourself… if you asked him nicely later, would he grant you some release as well? You hoped so.

There was a faint noise in the background shortly before Loki stilled, moaning so loudly you feared he could wake someone or attract Vision’s attention. You soon realised it was your telekinetic powers sending even more books flying across the room in your ecstasy. God. You really needed to work on that.

The God of Mischief, albeit only smirked as you peeked up at him with his cock buried deep in your mouth as it repeatedly hit the back of your throat. You gagged again but refused to pull away now, for you were eager to watch his expression when he came.

His impressive member started twitching inside your mouth, restlessly pressing against your tongue as he growled again and then, you could feel—taste rope after rope of his warm and sticky cum shooting down your throat.

You didn’t even give it a second thought. Fervidly, you swallowed every last drop of him, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head elatedly. He did taste like frost and winter, in his very own way.

“Yes. Swallow all of me, little girl.” Loki hummed. He sounded… exhausted. Him! The Trickster God himself, exhausted from using your mouth like a toy, from you pushing him over the edge, making him orgasm with your tongue!

After making sure he had given you everything he’d had, you released him, his tight grip on your hair loosening. Your lips were swollen and reddened, this much you could tell as you watched his cock softening again after his downright delicious treatment. You could hear Loki taking a deep breath.

“Now look at the mess you made,” He teased. Strangely, however, you had the naughty feeling he wasn’t talking about the scattered books but much rather your soaked panties.

“You could have forewarned me about calling in your payment.” You complained jokingly, licking your lips to make sure you had indeed swallowed all of his hot and delicious seed as you got up again and watched him pulling up his pants. God, asking Loki for help with your powers had been the best idea you had ever had.

“Oh no, little girl,” Loki smirked, his voice throaty and hoarse as he glanced at you mischievously, your heart skipping a beat at his words. “This was only a deposit.”

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