#*slaps him like the roof of a car* this beautiful man can fit so much ornament on him
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a Cainhurst-adjacent version of Ludwig, even though nothing in Bloodborne is this colourful.
#bloodborne#bloodborne fanart#ludwig the holy blade#*slaps him like the roof of a car* this beautiful man can fit so much ornament on him#a silly excuse to draw lace cuffs
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*slaps roof of car* yeah so I know this bad boy alan wake can fit so much sad man whump in it, and it's so tasty, and I am just feasting
but at the same time one of the things I really like about alan is that he can be such a huge asshole. yeah he's working on that circa AW:AN, yeah he's a sad little meow meow in 2, but also we all saw how he reacted to the filmmaker lying to him and that shit was unhinged. we are explicitly told alan's kin assigned cardinal sin is wrath and the games are not shy in the least in letting us know
he constantly acts without thinking through the consequences. he's the architect of (almost) all his own misery. this man is constantly building elaborate rube goldberg machines that punk himself, forgetting about it, and then starting the machine and getting so spectacularly wasted he should be featured in a ragdoll death compilation
and like, I want to be clear, part of the tragedy of all this is that alan has not been allowed to improve himself, no matter how much he legitimately tries -- the dark place steals his memories and wipes him clean, he can learn all these lessons over and over again across countless stories and attempts, and he hardly ever gets to keep them, and it's upsetting watching him struggle through all this because it's not like he isn't putting in the effort
but it's all so narratively tasty. I want the sugar along with the spice. I want asshole alan dealing with shit (or failing). for a man who hates himself as deeply as he does, he can be so astonishingly fucking blind about what his issues actually are. I love how he's so sympathetic and understanding of serena valdivia, the same way he was with rose, because he has intimate knowledge of what it's like to be touched by darkness, and you can still hear the hints of a tantrum creep into his voice when dr. meadows pushes back about the ethics of involving other people in his stories.
sometimes I want to see the alan who'd believably start a fist fight through the mcdonald's drive through window because the beautiful wife he loves so much asked for no pickles and now alice has to yank him back and apologize and somehow maneuver the car away before this becomes yet another public fucking Incident
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California Dreamin’ (2/?)
Pairing: Topper x Female!Reader
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: underage drinking, mild violence, drug use
Part Summary: Y/N and Topper have lunch together and later attend the Cameron’s party.
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Y/N
After surfing for most of the morning, I've grown tired. The waves here are so different than in Malibu. I run out of the water onto the sand, tossing my hair to the side. I hadn't noticed Topper on the beach in the middle of a morning run until I return to my belongings. He slows to a stop once he reaches my stuff.
"Morning," I greet with a warm smile.
"I could see you down the beach. You're really good!"
"Thanks! Years of practice." I giggle.
He raises a brow. "What are you up to later?"
"Well, there's the party at the Camerons since Ward and Rose are gone for the weekend. You're going right?" I ask.
"I was thinking of making an appearance." He remarks wittily. "You free until then?"
I shrug. "As a bird."
"Would you want to get some coffee or something?"
A faint blush forms on my cheeks. "Sounds good."
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Topper
Sitting at the small table outside of the cafe, I can't help but admire her as she talks about California. All changed out her bathing suit and into a cropped Boston band T-shirt and ripped up Daisy Dukes. Half of her hair is tossed up into a bun, the rest hanging loose in waves over her shoulders. She doesn't notice my absentmindedly listening as I analyze every inch of her, even her white Converse high tops, the laces so stretched that she can tie them around her ankles multiple times.
The waitress interrupts my daze and takes our orders.
"Regular black coffee and farmer's breakfast please," I request.
"Lavender tea and granola acai bowl, please. Thank you so much." Y/N smiles, handing her menu to the girl.
What the hell is acai anyway? Does anyone know? Because I don't.
When her eyes meet mine, she giggles. "What? Are you gonna start calling me Granola Girl?"
"I didn't even know how to pronounce acai until you said it," I admit.
"You should try it! It's very good for you!" She encourages.
I make a 'yuck' sound and cower. "Isn't it purple?"
"Maybe... Don't let that scare you!" She giggles. "Branch out, Thorton."
"Okay, I'll try it, but only because you're peer-pressuring me!" I laugh.
After a few minutes, my coffee and her tea arrive. Almost immediately, she reaches for the bottle of honey on the table and squeezes some in.
"Did you know it takes bees almost a month to produce honey?" She asks. "A little fun fact."
I glance up from stirring my coffee right as she brings her honey-coated finger to her mouth and begins to suck on it. Her eyes meet mine innocently, not suspecting of my thoughts. Fuck me.
I swallow hard and quickly return my focus to picking up my coffee.
"Sarah mentioned a party happening at The Boneyard tomorrow. What's that?" She asks with furrowed brows.
"It's uh... it's place on The Cut," I stammer, still caught off guard by the honey incident.
She frowns as takes a sip from her tea. "Why is it called 'The Cut'?"
"It's where Pogues live. It's just the less valuable part of the island," I do my best to describe.
"Pogues?"
"The people from The Cut."
"Do you all from your neighborhood have a name?"
"They call us Kooks." I shrug.
"At least it's fair. Sounds rather West Side Story," she teases with a giggle.
The waitress appears with our food. My plate is rather basic, All-American breakfast. Y/N's is a symbol of the trendy West Coast. In summary, we fit our stereotypes.
I'm hesitant to say what I'm thinking, but Y/N doesn't know the island as I do. She hasn't met any Pogues and should be careful. "You should stay away from Pogues. They have a tendency to steal and lie." I advise.
Her face falters, apparently, they don't have stuff like where she's from. "Oh... wow... noted."
"Yeah, I would stay close to Rafe or me tomorrow night," I suggest, genuinely concerned for her and partially for my own benefit.
She smiles, taking a bite of her smoothie bowl. "Will do."
"Our friends will be there so you should be okay, but Pogues will be too. Tourons too."
She laughs. "Is that what you call tourists?"
I suppress a grin and drag my tongue across my lower lip.
"So I'm a touron?" She questions with amusement.
My eyes grow wide and impulsively, my hand travels across the table to land on hers. "No, no! Not you!" I then notice my hand resting on hers. Oh geez, I'm messing this up! "Oh.. uh.. sor-"
Calmly, she glides her hand over, allowing our fingers to interlock. She brings them down to rest on her lap under the table. "You're fine, Topper!" She giggles. "You apologize too much. Relax. It's just me."
A smile forms on my lips and I nod. She's right, it's her, she's not scary. She's kind and understanding, more relaxed than anyone I've ever met.
"Here, try this." She scoops up some of her smoothie bowl, picking up some granola and fruit on top. She guides the spoon into my mouth and I try it.
I nod, processing the experience. "Okay, I'm a fan."
"I knew you would be," she grins, giving my hand a faint squeeze.
The remainder of the meal, on the walk to the car, throughout the drive, and until I dropped her off, we hold hands. It felt so natural and right, as though our hands were made for each other. It was difficult to let go, to say the least.
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Well into the party at the Cameron's, Rafe challenges me to jump off the roof into their pool three stories below. Kelce gets him fired up, encouraging the challenge. Y/N and Sarah innocently stand nearby on the balcony, smoking a joint together. I would be lying if I said I haven't been watching Y/N all night. That yellow bikini should be illegal.
"I'll do it if Y/N does!" I compromise.
Rafe grins wickedly and I instantly regret what I said. He gets up from his spot on the couch and jogs over to the girls. He rests his hand on Y/N's lower back, dangerously close to her ass. I swallow hard, doing my best not to make a scene. As they talk and laugh, he glides his arm around her. The way she looks at him so intently, makes me wonder if it's solely friendly. Then again, Y/N has the ability to make everyone feel like they're the most important person in the world.
"Oh, you're on!" I hear her tell him.
Rafe takes her hand and brings her over. "She's down!"
The next thing I know, Y/N and I are standing on the roof of the Cameron's house.
"Scared?" I ask her as I peer down at the pool below. People stand with their heads tilted back, cheering for us to jump.
She shrugs. "It's just like cliff jumping. I do it all the time back home." She slips her hand into mine.
My eyes flicker down to our interlocked hands and an idea pops into my head. I tuck my arm behind her legs and scoop her up.
She instantly flings her arms around my neck and squeals. "Topper!"
"Ready?" I chuckle.
"On three!" She giggles nervously.
I nod and begin to count. "Okay! One! Two!" I jump and cheers ensue louder.
Y/N screams and clings to me. Her face is hidden within the curve of my neck. Within seconds, the cool pool water consumes us. We break apart and I kick to the surface. When I pop out of the water and wipe my eyes, I find Y/N close by. She swims over to me, smiling brightly. I snake my arm around her and guide her legs around my waist.
I point to her and announce to the cheering crowd. "This is the coolest girl in the OBX!"
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The party has died down, the sun threatening to rise in two to three hours. Topper and Kelce finish a game of pong outside and Sarah crashed a while ago. I watch dazed as Y/N takes another hit from the joint and hands it to me. She sits back onto the couch and leans into my side, resting her head on my shoulder as I take another hit. Once there's nothing left but ash, I set it down on the ashtray on the side table. I rest my now free hand on Y/N's knee as she rests against me.
"So soft..." I mumble, rubbing my thumb over her skin.
Y/N rises off my shoulder, resting her chin against it. I turn my head, meeting her red and dilated eyes. She smiles softly at me.
I lift my other hand to caress her cheek. "So beautiful..."
She stares into my eyes and I'm left wondering what's going on inside her head. My eyes flicker down to her lips and I want to kiss her. Following my instincts, I lean in.
Shaking her head, she presses a hand to my chest and moves away. "Rafe, don't."
I persist, scooting closer to her. "Why not? It's not like you're still with Nate," I chuckle.
"We're friends..." She reminds me.
I press against her shoulder to urge her down onto the couch. "We could be more." I lean in to kiss her again.
Within seconds, Y/N's palm flies across my cheek with a smack. "Jesus Rafe! I said no!"
I hiss, my hand covering up my cheek.
Y/N takes the opportunity to slip out from under me. She storms off toward the staircase. I slam my fist against the back of the couch. Damn, that slap fucking hurt. She really knows how to hit! Suddenly, Topper and Kelce appear from outside, laughing and talking about the party. I pull out my vile of coke from my pocket, ready to release the pain in my face.
"Where did Y/N go?" Topper chuckles as they plop down on the couch with me.
"I don't know, bed? Who gives a fuck," I grumble, pouring myself a new line on the table.
“What’s with the attitude?” Kelce questions.
“Nothing, man. Just don’t care about her.” I hide behind a disdained expression.
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#rafe obx#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron#topper obx#topper outer banks#topper imagine#topper thornton#topper#outer banks#kelce x reader#kelce obx#kelce outer banks#sarah cameron#john b routledge#john b#jj maybank fic#jj maybank fluff#jj mayback x reader#jj maybank imagines#jj#kiara
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The Cookout
Note: Inspired by art from @nix-akimbo seen here.
Summery: Your friend’s mom invites you over to neighborhood cook out.
Warning: Sex in a shed. Rough sex, cream pie, choking, spanking
Bucky x Reader
As soon as Sam's mom opened the door she lit up like a Christmas tree. You were in town and thought you should swing by, before heading back out of town.
"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!" Mrs.Wilson squealed.
"Sorry I'm just so busy at work that I don't have time to come out to these parts often."
Mrs. Wilson released you and shouted out to her son. Moving to the side she walked you through the house where you found your childhood best bud unpacking groceries.
"Well, aren't you the domestic" you kid the goofball.
"Aye!" Sam shouted, arms out stretched, putting down the item in his hand to rush over and hug you. "What are you doing here?"
"Just swinging by. I am heading back to the city tonight."
"Oh no! Stay the night. The neighbors are putting together a big BBQ party tomorrow. I'm making ribs" she nudged you with a wink. Your stomach nearly growled from that alone. Mrs.Wilson's cooking was legendary.
Living in the city you rarely cooked for yourself. Sustaining heavily on a diet of takeout or frozen confections.
"Hmmm" you pondered playfully "What do I need to bring?"
"Nothing but your appetite" Sam chimed in.
"Well OK then, let me see if I can get my room, back and I will come round ar.."
"Girl don't make me spank you! Sam's house is big enough for you too. Sam! Go get her things out the car!" You laughed as she barked orders at her boy.
Back in the day you could not have imagine this super religious woman would ever allow you to sleep under the same roof as her boy, but times seemed to have really changed. But you slightly figured ulterior motives were at play.
The next day you arose to the sound of Marvin Gaye and smokey charcoal from the large barbecue grill outside.
After brushing your teeth, washing your face and slapping on some yoga pants and loose tee you make your way down to the kitchen.
Thankfully a pot was already percolating and of course Mrs. Wilson had set a side a plate of bacon, eggs and toast with a note addressed to you.
Walking over to the cabinet you waved to Sam and his mother, the pair arguing over something on the grill outside. The familiar sight of their banter bringing a smile to your face.
Searching the cabinets you sing to yourself as the Isley Brothers started to play.
"And who are you?" A strange voice startled you from behind.
"Oh shit!" You screeched, dropping the procaine cup in fright.
"Sorry Doll didn't mean to scare you."
His open Hawaiian shirt exposed his tattooed arms and chest. Your eyes scanned his body, your teeth dragging across your bottom lip as he stood before you.
"See something you like Doll?"
"I-i um" you stutter out.
"James!" Mrs.Wilson shouted as she came through the patio door.
"Good morning beautiful!" He smiled turning his attention away from you to her.
She embraced and hugged the stranger. Sam's mother stepped back and introduced you to him. Stretching out a hand he asked that you call him 'Bucky'.
"Nice to meet you."
"She is an old friend of Sam's, just in town for a bit." She explained to him.
"James lives next door and served with Sam, helping to protect my baby." Mrs. Wilson pinched his cheeks adorably making you giggle.
"Hey man!" Sam called from behind you. "Come around to steel our secret recipe huh?"
Bucky held his hands up in surrender, the two men chatted while Mrs. Wilson stayed back with you. You watched the exchange while picking up the pieces of the shattered cup from the floor.
Mrs. Wilson sent you on a quick errand to pick up a few bottles of Hennessy and Crown Royal. As you drove back to the neighborhood the party was already starting to kick off.
Parking in front, you unloaded the car and brought in the bottles. Fumbling with the door as you try and open it a hard body brushed up against you making you gasp.
"You scare easily don't you Doll?"
The smooth sound of Bucky's voice appeared from behind you. You scoffed at his remark. Taking one of the bags from your grasp, he opened the door and pushed past you.
Following behind you both march to the kitchen and through the back door. Placing the booze on a picnic table that was beginning to be stuffed with food and drink.
You looked around for the familiar faces of Sam or his mother, but weren't around. Presumable making their rounds to the other houses.
"You look like a lost puppy Doll." Bucky said as he poured a drink into one of the plastic cups.
"Not really a party person" You shrugged, Bucky passed you a cup and you reluctantly took it. The generous pourer didn't dink mix the hard liquor with soda so the burn was strong.
"Moved on from scaring and now trying to kill me huh?" You popped open a coke to dilute the awful drink.
"Sam never mentioned you were such a light weight." Bucky teased.
“Sam doesn’t mention a lot of things its seems.”
He was handsome and you were sure he knew it. He hovered around you, talking to neighbors that passed by. While you took out your phone a sipped your drink.
"If you are done baby sitting your drink do you think you can help me with something?" Bucky asked.
"What?"
"I need help getting the extra tables out of the shed. Can't find Sam so I figured you would do."
You ignored the way he looked you up and down. "Fine lets go."
Walking behind him to the shed, he opened the door and allowed you to walk in first. The small cramped space held a rusted muscle car that Sam had told you he was going to fix up. The old clunker surrounded by rusty tools and folded tables. Bucky squeezed past you, accidentally knocking you forward onto the hood of the car.
"Hey watch it Bucko." You scolded him as you try and push up.
"Sorry Doll" he paused finally noticing your awkward position. Pulling back from the tables he moved to squeeze behind you again.
When he pressed his cock on your ass you felt instant heat.
"Do you mind? Kinda hard for me to move with you like this." You looked over your shoulder at him.
"I can see why Sam has kept quiet about you now" rubbing his groan on you, standing up straight he didn't allow for any space.
"I think the tables are over there." changing the subject, you point and try to move, but he placed hands on either side of you not allowing you to move.
"Big city girl so up tight" he spoke into the shell of your ear. Bucky's cock felt hard as he pressed on the fat of your ass.
"You know I think they might be looking for us" you try and move again, but Bucky bumped you a harder with his hips.
"Nah they're fine" Bucky hummed as he hooked his thumbs in the waist band of your yoga pants. Your hands move to the top of his and you hesitate to pry him off. The buzz of the booze started to course through your veins. Pulling your pants down past your ass you couldn't find the strength to stop him.
Bucky pushed your shoulder forward and you found yourself on the hood of the car again. A part of you wanted to bring an end to this while the other half blamed it on the alcohol.
"Fuck Doll your already making me pre come." Bucky tapped the head of his cock on your as and growled. You could feel yourself grow wet, thinking about him putting his cock inside you.
With one hand gripping your hip, he guided his tip to your folds. Playing with your wetness, teasing you with gentle pressure at your entrance. "We should probably s-stop" you started to stutter. Thinking of how you didn't want Sam or his mom to find you like this.
Bucky only tsk'd as he pressed in to part your slick lips with his dick. The slow stretching made you moan lowly. A hard smack came across your ass making you hiss in pain.
"Don't be shy on my account Doll" he pushed his weight into your ass, leaning into your ear."I want to hear you scream."
"Mmm" you grit your teeth as you try and adjust to his size.
"So tight Doll, you fit me so good."
Standing up straight, Bucky pulled your hips back with it. Rocking his hips slowly into you, smacking your ass with each odd stroke. Your hands cup the side of the car for support as you threw it back on him. Bucky groaned watching you bounce on his cock, praising your efforts to take him deeper before taking control again.
The music of the party bled through the walls giving you the courage to moan louder as be fucked you. You didn't care that your knees hit hard against the tires of the beat up car. Or that each stroke had you gasping as he hit the inner wall of your mound. Now the idea of being caught made this event all the more exciting.
"Fuck Bucky!" You shouted as your hands move to scrub against the hood of the car.
"That's it Doll, tell me who you belong to." His cocky tone bringing out your bratty side. Looking over your shoulder, Bucky's body glistened in the dimly lit room.
When he locked eyes with you, you shake your head no. His cocky smirk returned with the build between your legs.
He gave a hard thrust and it took every thing just to choke it down. Pushing and holding himself deep inside of you, the fullness almost too much to bare. Your feet dance in place as Bucky's hand snaked up your spine, wrapping around smoothing over your breast until he rested on your neck. His grip tightened on your throat, forcing your back into an uncomfortable angle. Your hands barely able to touch the hood of the car.
"Fuck shit!" You choked out.
"That's not my name Doll" he growled as he made his grip tighter around your neck. His hips slammed into yours with a punishing pace.
"Ahh shit fuck" you moan out as you feel your mound start to throb.
"Still not my name. Say it!" He commanded.
You couldn't take it, you felt so full. Your pussy stuffed with his dick, your eyes start to roll as he grunted your name.
"Bucky! Bucky! Shit!" You mewled out as your cunt worked his dick while you cum.
His victorious chuckles mixed with a primal moan. His pace steady as a warmness filled you, leaking out past him and down your thigh. Bucky's cock twitched as he emptied himself inside of you.
"Shit! Did you cum in me!" you exclaim as he slowly pulled out. His seed dripping slowly down your leg, turning to face him, he only gave a shrug and a smile. Pulling up your pants you fume at his irresponsibility and your own stupidity.
#Bucky x Reader#bucky x black!reader#black writer#didn't proof read this enough#will cringe about it later#lazy writing
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Hope In The Sheets.5
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Beta: @bluewhale52
Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Friendship, Comedy, Soft boy, Fluff, SMUT, Friends2Lovers,
Summary: You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things.
What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.
Warning: Male Masturbation, pregnancy.
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The list of repairs that this house needed was exhausting to think about. Just when one thing seemed sorted, ten others popped up, demanding money and time but you were determined, mostly to prove to your mother, who had basically disowned you, wrong. But more than that, you wanted to do this for your friends who were trying their hardest to support you. You couldn’t let them down and you couldn’t let this child down. More importantly, you definitely couldn’t let your mother be right.
Spite was a great motivator and you felt more inspired than ever. Your friends came by before and after work, forgoing any other social opportunities just to help you out. Each of you packed countless bags of trash, dumping them in the front yard; how did this much rubbish exist in one tiny house?
It took a whole day but finally, it was finally clean. Covered in sweat and dust and god knows what else, you’d all found a place on the floor of the empty living room, eating pizza courtesy of Yuta. You’d been restricted to the healthier option, courtesy of Seokjin. Hoseok’s curious glances didn’t pass you by.
Johnny and Taeil were organising carpools to get home and it was well into the night by the time people started leaving. Yuta glanced over at you as he stuffed the empty takeout boxes into the trash.
“Y/N, do you need a ride?”
You smiled gratefully but shook your head. “Jin offered to take me home but thanks.”
Hoseok looked annoyed, but you were already being ushered to the car before you could ask him what was wrong. “I’m all worked up after that,” he said suddenly. “Jimin, Yoongi and I were thinking of hitting a bar, you know scope out the competition.” The other boys shared confused frowns but went along with it.
“Oh... okay.” Of course he had other plans. He was going after his dream girl after all, completely unaware that his dream girl was getting in a car right in front of him. You bit your lip and slid into the front seat without another word. The drive to your apartment felt longer than usual but Seokjin filled the empty silence with soft music and talk of renovations.
“You have a little money left over after purchasing the house; I think that should be enough to cover all of the plumbing and electrical.” He flashed a grin. “Lucky for you, I have connections with a contractor from university and he owes me a huge amount of favours so he can work for free. We just have to cover materials. I mean, I set him up with his wife so he owes me.”
Once you were back in the comfort of your own apartment, your worries about Hoseok almost seemed like water under the bridge. You and Seokjin settled at the table with tea, feeling a little better than earlier.
“I made a list of things we need to get fixed professionally but the rest, we can scrounge together for next to nothing.” He slid a piece of paper over to you; it was split into two columns.
“...Broken window,” you read outloud, “landscaping, the leak in the roof, plumbing, Electrical, Appliances, Paint cabinet, Bathroom renovation...It’s a lot.”
“That’s what we’re here for.” He smiled softly, his hand covering yours. “You are going to be a great mum, Y/N.”
It took a solid week of working around the clock with the contractor but finally, the house had running water and working lights. It took another two months for the house to be in a state that could be livable and safe for a newborn but the jobs were finally complete. The boys didn’t come over often as they had their own jobs but today some of the boys were free and happy to help.
It was nice hanging out again, Friday pizza nights were now moved to monday. Held at your house so everyone could help renovate. There wasn’t really any furniture or appliances but your home was slowly getting there.
Jungkook’s friend Taehyung had also become a regular part of the group, he was eccentric and enjoyed helping with picking certain aspects that were really making a beautiful modern home. He really read your vibe and styled the home accordingly.
You had gone for your first scan about a week after you had bought the house and it seemed you were roughly two months pregnant. It was crazy cause you didn’t seem that far along but now at four months you were feeling particularly round.
While you were fixing the glass window with Yoongi, the window you had ordered finally arrived. He was helping because he refused to let you hold the heavy glass frame by yourself. You regret buying the maternity clothes because most of them accentuated your belly.
Namjoon tried to open the glass sliding door however he was promptly shooed out by Jimin, “I just sweeped these floors, I did not bargain with the flooring guy for you to trek mud and grass inside” Namjoon removed his boots and shirt trying to shake out any grass.
You couldn’t help but giggle. Seokjin was starring open-mouthed at Namjoon. Watching from where he stood in the kitchen helping Jungkook fit the second hand cabinets. They had spent the morning sanding and painting, each with new hinges and runners.
“Looking good Namjoon, sweat becomes you,” You laughed joking around and he blushed. “Seriously thank you for tackling the garden, I don’t know what I would have done if I was left to do it by myself,” You said stepping back as the window slipped into the runner.
“Perfect fit” Yoongi hummed
Acting like it was nothing, Yoongi and the boys packed, ready to call it a night but not before he held your belly in his hands “Alright, be good, uncle Yoongi will be back next monday,”
“I am beginning to think you like the little one better than me” You scoffed, slapping his hands away and huffing, lips pressed into a pout, hands folded over the top of your belly. Hoping you looked somewhat intimidating.
“I will never tell” he snickered before handing you a custard cake from the depths of his hoodie pouch. You lunged ripping open the packet and devouring it.
“You will always be my number one babe,” Jimin said from behind you placing his hands on your stomach and rubbing small circles.
“Okay I am not a buddha, hands off the belly!” You hissed and they each gave a cheeky grin and soon they huddled around you, cooing as their hands were rubbing your tummy.
The door opened and Hoseok walked in looking a little disheveled passing the others in the doorway. “You sure you want to stay in the house tonight?” Seokjin asked, getting his coat and offering Namjoon a lift home. Nodding your head in affirmation, he bit his lip, “are you sure you want to be alone though, I could stay with you if you really want?”
“No, it’s all good. Hoseok can stay, you have to go home,” you explained gesturing to Hoseok who thankfully nodded leading them all out the door.
“I will take care of her tonight” He seemed to really want them to leave.
The night was a little cool and you weren’t tired so you opened a can of paint and rolled out the plastic. Hoseok opened the window and took a roller helping you to paint the walls.
“So…” You decided to cut through the tension, “How has work been?”
“Honestly, it just gets lonelier and lonelier without you” His laugh was always the same and didn’t fail to make you smile. “I miss you, how is that new amazing job, you haven’t spoken about since you told me you got it”
“It’s really good Hobi, they are so nice. Everyone is so supportive and they know I am pregnant” You grinned “Sitting down, is nice, I wouldn’t be able to stand as much as I did at the park, I would have elephant feet”
“That’s nice,” the emotion in his voice didn’t match the words he was saying, feeling underlyingly bitter.
“Hoseok, I had to grow up, I am not a single twenty year old, who can drink every night and eat spaghetti o’s” the sigh that escaped your lips was longing for those days. “I have a baby inside me, that needs me to feed them and when they come out they will need a safe home and bills paid and food and eventually schooling”
“Look, I am sorry, you are doing amazing, I am just bitter because I miss you, you are my best friend and I feel like I went from being number one to being thirteenth, when you are still my number one” He sighed “It’s stupid to feel jealous of a baby”
“I get it, I am jealous because I literally cannot do anything fun anymore, I eat food and I puke, I can’t dance or sneeze without needing to go to the bathroom, my feet swell all the time, I cried watching lady and the tramp because I wanted spaghetti and I didn’t have a car to get it and it was too late to get it delivered.”
Hoseok was laughing, he wrapped his arms around you, “Little Darling, I will get my license and a car, and if ever you need spaghetti call me okay”
You went to pat his back but heard the familiar splat, eyes going wide he laughed hysterically, “Did you just put paint on my jacket?”
“Hoseok, I am so sorry” You were not ready for the paint smear on your cheek and you frowned,
It was an all out war, that ended with you pressed against the only dry wall trapped by Hoseok’s hands. He grinned down at you and something sparked between you, it buzzed fiercely and things grew warm. He was just watching you, the sounds of your breathing amplified as your breaths mingled in the inch of space between you.
He leaned in and you thought he was going to kiss you, your heart racing and head dizzy you shut your eyes. But nothing happened, you felt his warmth move away with a sigh. “You are covered in paint, you should go wash up little darling.”
When she stepped out of the bathroom all clean and scrubbed, she was wearing one of my oversized shirts, and underwear, it wasn’t weird as the shirt went to her thighs. Though as her belly was more prominent it did lift the shirt a fraction and the fabric skimmed dangerously high up her thigh catching a glimpse of her underwear as she moved.
You had a subtle waddle, that made him laugh, and as you got closer he realized he was in love with you. It wasn’t new information he always fancied you, it’s just now he truly accepted that he was in love with you.
Hoseok went for a shower scrubbing the paint from his body, but as he cleared his skin, his mind clouded with such steamy thoughts. They made his heart pound, he could almost hear your sweet cries and smell the scent of your skin as you writhed underneath him. He pressed his forehead to the cool tiles as the smell of your shampoo fogged his brain even more.
He looked down at the rather aggressive hard on, painful and red waiting for release. He hissed through his teeth as he took himself in his hand. His hand shaking he tried to suppress his moans, the sound of his hand slipping against his cock. Lathered in the same vanilla milk body wash, you used. He remembered how this scent always assaulted him when he pressed his nose into your neck when you hugged.
He let his mind wander back to before you were pregnant, not wanting to think about you with Jin. He remembered the last night you both went to the club together, dressed in your outrageous black-light dress that was so tight. He had flashbacks of the night helping you walk home, he remembered the two of you giggling up the stairs. But what he didn’t remember was inviting another girl over.
It must have been his imagination taking over because he was so horny, because he started to imagine making sweet love to you. Drawing his hand tightly back on his dick when he could practically feel himself sliding into you, the heat and the warmth making his head spin.
The heat of the shower only fueled his fantasies, he bucked into his hand, beads of sweat mingling with the water droplets, his hand faltered and his hips tilted forward as if he was pressing firmly inside you. Cum splattering the tiles, he felt guilt. He let the water run longer to wash away the evidence.
Dressed he saw you lying on the bed reading something on your phone. “Hey, you are still up?” Hoseok asked, walking over slowly, admiring you.
“I can’t sleep,” the sigh in your voice was so defeated. Slipping into the bed next to you, Hoseok made sure not to touch you. He felt dirty from his escapades, no amount of water could wash away the feelings inside him. There was so much room between you both. “Sleep doesn’t really happen when you are round, emotional, hungry, horny and constantly four hundred degrees”
“You are so far away, come here” He tried to act nonchalant about the situation, not like he had been thinking naughty thoughts of you in the shower. He breathed pulling you into his arms, he could smell the vanilla scent on your skin and he felt his cock throb in his sweats.
“It’s too hot, Hobi please!” It was such a halfhearted protest, as you sank into his arms.
He pressed his lips to yours briefly, stealing a quick goodnight kiss and tucking your head under his chin.
You sat there for ten minutes trying to calm your racing heart. Trying to decipher the meaning behind the goodnight kiss. Your mind stretches to conclusions on your relationship. Perhaps he was just tired.
Considering he fell asleep so quickly, did kissing you not mean the same thing it meant for other men and women. Was it because you were pregnant and he was just being a cute friend. Or, was he interested?
You felt like you wanted to scream so there were so many unanswered questions. At some point during the night of contemplation you thought about the money you had been saving.
Ready for the dreaded shop you knew you would have to make, the shop where you would buy the babies first items and furniture. The items that will solidify it all for you, that you were really pregnant.
You were 5 months pregnant and despite the boys constantly asking when you were going to buy the nursery gear and offering you cradles from relatives. You refused telling them, you had it ordered and you were paying it off at the shop, which wasn’t really a lie. It had been paid off for weeks. You just asked them to delay the delivery as long as they could.
But as planned it was eventually delivered. It was nice to be able to sit in your home and assemble the furniture on a cool rainy afternoon. You felt safe that the roof wasn’t going to leak, or at least you hoped it wouldn’t. You had spent enough money on the house you were finally feeling like things were falling into place. That the house was becoming a home.
Sitting in what was supposed to be a nursery you had the boxes of furniture all around you, it was when you felt it, a flutter in your stomach, odd but nothing disconcerting, until it happened again and then again. Something clicked and you realized it was your baby. The tears were running down your face as you realized.
This was real, this angel was real, inside your belly so little and you could feel them, it was overwhelmingly emotional and it was right as all the boys walked into the house. Hoseok spotted you crying and raced over, “Little darling, what's wrong?”
“There is a baby Hoseok, I can feel them a little girl or boy, they are real” You sniffed, burying your face in his neck, embarrassed that this was what solidified it for you, feeling the baby move. You thought that you wouldn’t think any of this was really until you held the baby in your arms. But here you were crying on Hoseok’s shirt.
He soothed you, rubbing your back and swaying you both gently. Whispering words of encouragement. The sudden stir in your tummy made your motivation sky-rocket. So you had roped him in to help set up the nursery.
When it was done you realized it was so bare, no clothes in the drawers, no toys or supplies. This baby wasn’t going to wait for you, you needed to get things ready and fast.
The bathroom soon was complete with a bath, and the kitchen cupboards installed, everything was done and it was time to have the place furnished. You searched for second hand furniture, anything cheap and in good condition was good enough for you.
As the house came together slowly you started adding pictures to your social media. Showing the before and after renovations, and pictures with your friends. Seokjin got a picture of you standing in front of your house and you had to admit it looked much better all painted and pretty.
You were sitting on your couch that surprisingly were in great condition considering they were being sold from another family, you couldn’t say the same for the table that had a broken leg and graffiti swears on top.
Jungkook was doing his best to repair it when he was free and you were so grateful. You made the spare bedroom and told the guys your home was open if they ever needed a place to stay.
You were hugging Yoongi and he laid his hands on your sides, bending down to speak to your tummy when he felt a wiggle from inside. “Ahh…” he squirmed, “what was that?”
Laughing hysterically you took his hand and placed it back on the area waiting, “that was the baby's foot, but I don’t think he wants to do it again.
You were bombarded by hands and coo’s and whines ‘I want to feel the baby’ before you snapped having them all line up and wait their turn, you reached Taehyung who leaned down talking to your belly. “Can you kick my hand?” He giggled and yet sadly not even Taehyung could coax your baby to kick.
Hoseok walked in and saw the boys pouting as Yoongi mumbled, “It was weird like there was something under her shirt, it wasn’t strong just weird”
“What was weird?” Hoseok dropped his coat and gave you a hug and you sighed letting your body lean heavily against him, “tired little darling?”
“Yoongi felt the baby kick but none of us did,” Jimin pouted stomping around the kitchen “what secrets have you been whispering to the baby?”
Since the night Hoseok had stayed over in your new house, he had started staying more often. He would sneak you food that Seokjin had forbidden and watch movies with you like nothing had changed, He had even started to love your random bursts of energy in the middle of the night and the two of you would put up shelves or paint a room together.
When you collapsed into the bed after everyone had left, Hoseok pulled you to his chest and draped his arm over your waist. His hand would splay out over your belly and rub soothing circles. That night you were dead tired and nothing seemed to wake you, he felt something strange against his hand and he bit his lip letting a few tears fall.
This was your child, saying hello to him, it was beautiful but it also destroyed him knowing that he wasn’t the one with you through this. That he had let his feelings sit idle and unsaid and giving way for Seokjin to swoop in and take you from him.
He leaned over and looked at how peaceful you looked sleeping and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, he wanted to be the one for you. He didn’t see your eyes flutter open.
“Hobi, what’s up?” You mumbled tiredly, he looked down at you and brushed your hair from your eyes. You must have been half asleep because you put your hand on his cheek and kissed him. It was a slow kiss that was packed with so much emotion between you.
Things escalated and his hands clutched your body desperate for you to accept him, for you to keep him forever and not let him go. His head was telling him this was a dumb idea and he should stop but his heart wanted you, wanted you to be his.
The heat between you escalated and your hearts were beating as one, Hoseok was tearing down your friendship with every touch and kiss.He felt like everything was coming true and any thought of tomorrow's repercussions were out the window. Until his hand slid over your stomach and felt a kick. That was it, the rejection he needed.
He pulled away and laid back down behind you. “It has been a long day you should sleep” Hoseok whispered softly tucking your head under his chin and humming softly. “You are my baseline of my music, movement, my success, my life”
When he heard your tiny snores and your body relax in his arms once more, he knew it was time to go. He slipped from the bed and put on his coat, he was going to talk to Seokjin.
He had to give the guy his apology and blessing, he had to step back and let you two live your life. He couldn’t interfere anymore. He had to grow up and let you grow up as well. The streets were cold and pretty quiet, only making him feel more alone. The nightlife and clubs had been his playground, but it didn’t seem fun anymore without you.
On his way to the bus stop he searched for a new job, something he had been procrastinating for a long time. He applied to a couple businesses, nothing grand, just doing paperwork. The very job he never wanted to be in.
He thought about the money he had been saving for a cruise for the two of you, it was supposed to be a week holiday. But instead he thought to put the money to better use, he searched online for a second hand car. Your need for a vehicle was more important than a holiday.
The bus stopped and he walked out, heading down the streets towards the music and chatter of Jin and Tonic hoping to talk to the owner.
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Osamu Dazai x Reader| Fluff Alphabet
A/N: Happy birthday to everyone’s favorite bandage wasting detective! And! We got the bsd wan manga anime adaptation announced today!! I’m sorry if it’s lacking towards the end its late;;; and I cannot deal.
Reminder: The reader will always be gender neutral so everyone can read (◠‿◠✿) (oh and there’s like one mention of suicide, letter A)
Words: 2,200
Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
Dazai loves doing anything with you. If you’re by his side he won’t complain -that much- to Kunikida about working. He’ll take you to all types of different places, you guys will go to seasonal festivals, the movies and out to eat. On multiple occasions he’s even tried to get you to commit double suicide with him, and you had to tell him no every time.
“But (Y/N)-chan~ why not~!” He whined.
“Osamu, I am not going to commit double suicide with you, we’re in the middle of WcDonald’s.”
Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
He admires everything there is about you. He loves how accepting of him you are and when you found out about his past you understood that he was changing for the better. He thinks that if Odasaku were still alive you two would be great friends. He can’t help but smile at the thought of making his dear friend proud.
He absolutely believes your smile is the most beautiful thing in the world. Especially when he’s the one who made it happen. He’ll be as dramatic as possible whenever he catches you smiling.
“Ah~! Your smile is too bright!! I can feel it piercing into my soul and cleansing it!”
It never fails to make you flustered and he loves it.
Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
His number one priority is making sure that you’re not only aware of your surroundings but that you know you’ll be safe with him. He always makes sure to carry something that you like with him so that he can use it to help ground you easier, whether that be your favorite candy or smell. His voice is also very calming, and he always manages to find the right words to calm your heart.
Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
He honestly didn’t think someone would find him worthy enough to date him, so just being with you in the present is a miracle enough, he doesn’t want to be too greedy, but if you’d allow it he’d like to spend his last seconds with you. He would always joke saying that he wants to see your face before he dies so he could die happily. You’d just laugh and tell him to knock it off, but he truly means it, if he at least is able to see your face before he goes.
Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
He’s the dominant one in the relationship, he’s always thinking about what the two of you can do and you mostly follow along. Because most of the time his antics are rather fun, and you can definitely expect to do something you’ve never done before with Dazai around.
Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
He doesn’t like staying mad at you for long, but he can hold a bit of a grudge at times depending on how deeply the fight impacted him. He’d never get physical with you, if he did he’d hate himself for putting his hands on you.
Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
He’s so very grateful to have you. He always makes sure that you know how much he loves you and everything you do for him. At first he didn’t think he deserved you, but you made sure to remind him how much you love him. He reminds you on a daily basis how thankful he is for your mere existence.
Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
*Slaps car roof* This boy right here can fit so many secrets.
Of course he’d have secrets he doesn’t tell you. He doesn’t tell you anything major in case it could put your life at risk as well, Dazai is a wanted man and just being with him makes you a target as well. He doesn’t want to involve you in something due to his past mistakes so he makes sure he doesn’t tell you anything too private.
He will however tell you the stupidest secrets that he swears are very deep and embarrassing to him. He tells you enough that you feel like he’s telling you something important so that you don’t question that you don’t really know him.
Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
Meeting you made him realize how much he’s really changed from his Port Mafia days. Since before he didn’t really feel like he was doing good enough no matter how hard he tried. He would do ‘good’ deeds but didn’t feel any connections with them, but you reassured him that you can tell how hard he’s trying to be better and that he should focus on the progress he’s made rebuilding himself.
Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
He tends to get jealous depending who’s talking to you. If it’s someone you both know, he doesn’t get jealous, he has faith in them that they won’t try to pull any funny moves on you. However, the same can’t be said about strangers, he doesn’t have trust in them cause why should he?
When he sees a stranger talking to you, a bunch of alarms goes through his head telling him to get you away from them. He gives into those feelings and comes to your ‘rescue’, you make sure to scold him later since most of the time they’re asking you for help but he doesn’t trust that.
He’d pout and say, “All men are wolves, (Y/N), I don’t want you to get hurt by them.”
Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Yes, he’s usually a very good kisser. But you got the jump on him for your first kiss. As he was leaning in to kiss you, he pulled away and was about to tease you so that you’d have to earn it. But what he didn’t expect was for you to kiss him so boldly. When you pulled away he was stunned for a second, but just seeing that moment where he was caught off guard made it worth it, even though it left you a blushing mess afterwards.
Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
It took him a while to get his feelings to reach you. Not because he didn’t want you, but because when he did proclaim his love for you, you dismissed him with a wave of your hand. You’ve seen him flirt with countless others, so what made you so different?
He was determined to let you know that his feelings for you were real, so he asked the agency members for their opinions on how he should ask you before settling on his decision.
The next time he asked you out, he wasn’t over dramatic, he didn’t have his usual flirty smile he wore, he was just him. He spoke directly from his heart and hoped you’d understand that he wasn’t leading you on and he meant every word. Thankfully, his feelings got to you and you were willing to give him a chance.
Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
Dazai would love to marry you, he wants to show how deep his love for you goes, and would go to great lengths to express how he feels towards you. He’d recreate the first date the two of you shared and would propose to you there.
Being married to Dazai is never boring. There’s always something exciting going on whenever Dazai is around. One time he made his specialty dish called, ‘peppy hot pot’, you don’t quite remember what happened after eating it but you vowed to never let Dazai cook again. So you left him do the cleaning while you cooked.
Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?
“You can be my Juliet!! And you can call me your Romeo!! Isn’t that romantic~!” Dazai’s eyes practically shined.
“Didn’t they end up dying in the end?”
“Yes! Their love caused them to go to such great lengths! And that’s what makes it so romantic! Don’t you think?”
“.....sure?”
“Great! By the way, my wonderful Juliet, I have a potion right here-”
“No.”
On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
It’s hard for others to tell when Dazai is in love since he’s known to be a flirt. At first it was hard to tell, but after a while others started to notice that he wasn’t flirting with anyone else while he was vying for your attention.
After his confession where he opened his heart up to you, he realized that to get his feelings across he has to be completely sincere. Though there would be times where he’d act overly dramatic to show his love for you, mostly because when he does that it embarrasses you and makes you show the cutest flustered face.
PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
He’s very open about his relationship with you where he knows it’s safe. He’s cautious while you guys are out since there can be prying eyes, but other than that in the agency he’s free to show his love for you on full display.
He’d kiss you and say it’s for ‘good luck’ or ‘if I don’t kiss you right now I’ll combust’. You’ll laugh and kiss him back anyway.
Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
He’s very good at smooth talking, and whenever he does that it instantly calms you down and makes you fall asleep.
It also helps when the two of you get in trouble due to an idea Dazai thought would be good. Like that one time you guys stayed overnight at a mall, or when he climbed into one of the animal cages at the zoo.
Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
You can expect Dazai to shower you in love. Everything he does for you he thinks about how happy it’ll make you. He’ll do small things like ordering your favorite food when you’re too tired from the day to cook, or something big like filling up your room with your favorite flowers (if you’re allergic to flowers then he fills it with your favorite candy).
Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
He wants only the best for you, and he’ll do his best in having complete faith in your abilities and gives you the extra push you need. He’d offer that he can pull some strings for you, but you deny him saying that you want to earn it on your own accord, which only makes him smile since that’s what he wanted you to say so that you can achieve your goal.
Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
He loves doing new things with you, so you can expect him planning something fun and exciting with every date. It’s not because he’s bored with you, but because he wants to give you the most memorable dates, and the only way to do that is to do stuff that people wouldn’t normally do. He knows that the mundane life will take getting used to, but with you by his side makes it all worth it.
Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
Dazai can read you most of the time, but there are times where you’re unpredictable and he lives for it.
Being empathetic doesn’t come naturally to him, but when it comes to you he would try his best in understanding your situation and would think of the best thing to say to you so that you understand that you’re not alone in whatever you’re going through.
Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?
He values your relationship deeply, and he’d do whatever he can to keep it. However, if the choice ever came between your safety and your relationship, he’d prioritize your safety since as much as he loves you, he wants you to be safe no matter what and doesn’t want you to get hurt due to something out of his control.
Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
You often help him change his bandages. When you first started dating he was wary about showing you how he looked under them so you never saw what he hid underneath. But when you had asked to help him, your voice was so gentle and comforting he couldn’t refuse you.
Once you saw the scars hidden under them, you didn’t react the way he thought you would. He thought you’d be repulsed by him, but you were too kind to do that, he knew that but the fear was still there, instead you kissed his scars and let him know how beautiful you thought he was, scars and all.
You even told him that his scars are proof he lived and survived, he’d never forget that, so whenever he sees his scar he’d smile fondly at that memory.
XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
He is very affectionate, he absolutely loves showering you in kisses and having you in his arms, where he knows you’re safe with him.
Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
He’d look back on all the photos he has of the two of you together instead of doing his work. Kunikida will scold him and tell Dazai to do his work, but instead of listening to him, he’ll put his headphones on and listen to recordings with your voice on it.
Just listening to your voice is enough to soothe his aching heart while he waits for your return.
Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
He would hold your life above his own, so he’ll often talk about what he’d do for you, but it was one of those rare days where your answer surprised him.
“(Y/N), I want to let you know that I love you so much, I’d die for you if the time ever came for that.”
“Oh, really? That’s strange since I’d want to live for you.” He blinked back in shock at how quickly you came up with your answer, and how genuine it was. After coming over the initial shock, he’d just smile back at you and give you a soft kiss on your forehead. You’re not sure what to think about his reaction but you can only hope he’ll feel the same way.
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Wildflower 🌼 - JJ Maybank
a/n: yes it’s me, Nikki, back with another 5sos song fic and I'm not mad about it. @aron-pipers-whore inspired me to write this so this one’s for u !! (also ik the flowers r rlly big idk why Tumblr has done this)
I loved this because the whole basis behind the lyrics of this song are parts in the chorus are left out so the listener can actually fill them in with whatever they feel fits best. so here I've filled in the missing lyrics with my interpretation !!
Words: 1.5k
[GIF NOT MINE]
❀
I hear you callin’ out my name
I love the sound, I love the taste
❀
You were at a typical beach party with the pogues, the beach was littered with tourons and even some kooks that dared to mingle on the other side of the island. The music was loud, deafening even, but the mood was perfect. You were pretty drunk, but just the right amount thanks to JJ’s mixing skills. You were convinced he’d been a bartender in his previous life; he knew how to concoct the perfect drink that tasted like pure ecstasy but that would have you wishing you’d never taken a sip the next morning. But that was what you were feeling right now, pure ecstasy, and you certainly were not complaining about it.
JJ admired you dancing as he sat in the sand, sipping his beer. He swore his heart would stop every time he saw your hair flip from side to side as you moved your head to the music. He felt butterflies erupt throughout his whole body as he watched you sway your hips, your bare skin glistening in the moonlight. But hearing you call his name? There was only one word to describe it, euphoric.
“JJ! Come dance!” You yelled over the music, sticking your index finger out and motioning for him to come to you.
That was all you had to say, his name, and he would obey. You owned him, and you had no idea. The way his name rolled off your tongue made him swear that if the letters ‘J’ weren't coming from your lips, he didn’t want to hear it. JJ was absolutely mesmerised by you.
You’d hooked up a few times over the summer, every time being after another one of these wild parties, the both of you drunk out of your minds. But you would never mention it afterwards, you'd simply go back to being your normal selves, acting as if it had never even happened.
But after every drunk hook up you had, JJ would long for you more. At first, he thought it was simply a sexual attraction he couldn’t control, but soon enough it became so much more than that. His lust for you was insatiable. You were constantly on his mind, from the moment you left his bed to the moment you fell back in drunkenly. Pretty soon JJ realised what he had for you wasn’t just lust, it was love. He was in love with you.
❀
And I can see it in your face
You’ve got a side you can’t explain
❀
You were an enigma. JJ couldn’t figure you out no matter how long he spent trying to decipher your body language, your words, your facial expressions. He was completely in the dark as to whether you reciprocated any sort of feelings towards him. But that was part of what excited him so much about you. You were unreachable, despite the countless times he’d had you.
You had this wild side to you that made you completely unpredictable and he loved it. He’d never had to experience chasing after a girl as they’d usually chase after him, he’d never had to work for it. But with you? It was like a game he had no idea if you were even participating in, and it drove him crazy.
He could see you wanted him from the look in your eyes as you called him over. He knew you were trying to entice him by wearing those low rise shorts and by moving your hips like that. But did you want him the same way he wanted you?
❀
You’re tellin’ me, tellin’ me, tellin’ me you wanna come over
You wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be closer
I love it when you wear your hair down over your shoulder
‘Cause I wanna hold ya
‘Cause I know where tonight is going
❀
“So, yours or mine tonight?” You asked, slurring your words, continuing to move in unison with the music.
“It’s gonna have to be yours tonight,” JJ smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist.
You slapped his hands away jokingly, “not quite yet you don’t”
The things you did to this boy. All night he’d been gawking over you, longing to touch you, but you were having your fun teasing him. JJ would even go as far to say tormenting, that’s how bad he wanted you.
You started dancing closer to him, close enough so that your skin was almost touching his. JJ bit his lip as he looked you up and down, exhaling shakily as he tried his hardest not to throw you over his shoulder and carry you to his car just to do it in the backseat. You began to trace your fingers over his biceps causing the hairs on his arms to stick up...but they weren't all that were planning on sticking up that night.
You moved your shoulders side to side as you lowered your body closer to the floor, never breaking eye contact with him. You knew exactly what you were doing. JJ looked down at you, trying so hard not to imagine what else he wished you were doing or else he’d have to cross his legs for the remainder of the night.
“Fuck, (Y/N),” he gasped. You had barely touched him and he was out of breath.
You ran your fingers up your body as you rose up to eye level with him and you saw his eyes widen as you played with the strap of your top. But before he could say anything, you flashed a quick grin before turning around and flipping your hair over your shoulder. You walked away, giving him one quick look over the shoulder before going to sit with Kie who seemed to be lecturing some poor touron on leaving beer cans on the beach.
❀
You’re the only one who makes me feel alive
Every time we touch
I’ll tell you what I like
My wildflower
❀
Later that night, you ended up in bed with JJ as expected. JJ laid there speechless and out of breath, his skin on fire from every where you’d touched him. You seemed so innocent but every time you got intimate with one another you exposed more and more of your wild side. You had made JJ, JJ the notorious player and ladies man, feel things he’d never felt before. You had made him feel more alive than he’d ever felt before.
You had fallen asleep next to him for the first time ever. Usually you or him would leave almost immediately after finishing, despite the countless times JJ had wanted to stay and hold you.
JJ admired your beautiful features as you slept. Your previous erratic self was now at peace, and he revelled in the fact you were lying next to him. He hesitated at first, but he began to trace his fingers across your jawline, moving his finger tips gently up the side of your face and then back down the bridge of your nose, the sound of your exhales putting him in a trance.
JJ leant over your body carefully, making sure not to wake you, and placed a kiss on your lips. It was a long, sensual kiss and much calmer than any the two of you had shared before. JJ almost laughed at the fact that you were asleep and wouldn’t ever know about it; but he wanted you to.
He wanted the two of you to be closer, he wanted to tell you how he felt, but his fear of rejection was too powerful for him to ever reveal it. Having whatever it was you had now was better than not having you at all.
❀
You know you are my favourite fantasy
A fatal love song
Waterfall is overflowin’
❀
The next day you were all hanging out at the Chateau, telling funny stories about the night before.
“And he just threw his beer can on the sand! I had to tell him off, it’s like...it’s not that hard to care about the environment,” Kie ranted, making you all chuckle a bit.
JJ had hardly been paying attention, he’d been staring at you the whole time, not being able to stop thinking about you. He’d told himself last night that he could never tell you how he felt, how he wanted you to be more than a fantasy. He was scared that confessing his love for you might end in disaster, but seeing you again in a sober state just made his longing for you grow more intense.
He wanted to be able to hold you and kiss you in front of his friends, in front of the world. He wanted to be able to call you his. His love for you had reached breaking point; his fear had acted like a dam, stopping the water from overflowing, and he couldn’t contain it anymore.
The lot of you had decided to go for a boat trip and John B, Kie and Pope were packing up the van, leaving you and JJ in John B’s kitchen, alone.
“I’m gonna go help them load the van,” you smiled at JJ before getting up from your chair.
“Wait...” JJ responded immediately, his heart rate going through the roof.
You stood still and looked down at the blonde haired boy who had grabbed your arm instinctively to stop you from leaving.
“What’s up?” You frowned, you could feel the clamminess of his hands on your arm. He was nervous.
“I have to tell you something...” JJ said, looking up at you.
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Fun fact, this is an unposted story I have on wattpad.
“Understand the plan?”
"Yes."
I was making my way out to this so called
John Nelson. According to the person who wanted him dead, he had threatened them and killed their family.
I was sitting on the roof when I found him. Jet black hair with a tad bit of waves, a long curvy nose, and not that tall. I got my dagger ready.
He was in the middle of an alleyway. I jumped down right behind him, he quickly turned around because of the noise. I ran around him standing behind him, and stabbed him in the back were it was most fatal, yet not enough to kill him in an instance. I didn't intend to kill him just yet. I laid him down on the floor and sat on top of him to do my signature. I carved a big grin onto his face, making his scream into small gurgles as he was slowly drowning in his own crimson liquid. The transparent tears spilling from his dark brown eyes. I slowly slid his throat making it as painful as possible. I raised myself from him, leaving him to die of blood lost.
The beautiful crimson liquid was pooling up underneath him. It was beautiful, chaotic. A big grin started to form on my own face.
I quickly jumped on the same roof once again and ran to the motel I was staying at. Once I made it to my room I went to take a shower. I changed into a hoodie and a pair of tight black jeans. I picked up my old clothes and threw them onto the fireplace outside. The fire rose and was crackling. It was nice and hot.
As it was burned I turned of the fire and went back inside and sat on my bed. Memories from my past came flooding out of nowhere.
~flashback~
I was running away from my abusive mother. I was 15. She had a silver blade in hand. I knew if she caught me, I'd be done for good. I ran into a forest. She was nowhere to be seen. I fell to my knees out of breath.
Someone walked over to me. It was the silhouette of a tall buff person. I was crawling backwards away from the person. I bumped into a tree. The tall person, who looked like a man in his mid 20's, came close. He sat down on his knees besides me and placed his hand on my cheek. He dried away a tear that had escaped.
"Come with me. I can help you." He said standing up and holding a hand out to help me up. I looked at him and took his hand. He was my only hope.
We came to a weird looking building. It was grey and had some tall windows. He dragged me inside through a door. "Let me show you to your room." He said dragging me further inside. We came to some cells. I saw a guy with brown hair to his shoulders. He had a metal arm.
"What happened to him?" I asked pointing at the guy. "Nothing you need to worry about." The man answered. I looked at the guy with the metal arm. He looked back at me. He looked broken. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
~end of flashback~
That was 10 years ago. Tears started forming in my eyes. I quickly dried them away. 'Stop crying. You're weak!' I told myself.
~new flashback~
I was 18. I was sat in an uncomfortable chair. They had put some weird machine on my face. I looked up at the man who saved me. He was smirking. They put something in my mouth and then turned the machine on. I was screaming, loudly. I looked around to see them all not caring one bit.
As it came to an end I was sweating like crazy. They dragged me up and into my cell. It was right besides the guy I first saw when I arrived. "Are you okay?" He asked. "I've had better day's." I answered. He chuckled a bit at my response. "I'm sorry you have to go through this." He said a bit after. "It's aight." I answered not really wanting to talk anymore. "Anyways Y/n, when's your birthday? I don't remember asking you that." He asked. "It's the y/b/d" i answered. "I'm going to try to sleep. Goodnight Bucks." "Night n/n." He said.
~end of flashback~
Tears was now flooding out. I laid down on my bed, curled into a ball. The pain was to much to handle.
As I was in my moment, my phone started ringing. I looked over at it to see who it was. Tony. I let out a groan of irritation, debating wether or not to answer. I decided to just let it ring and not answer.
After Tony called for the fifth time I decide to answer. "No." Was all I said as the phone was placed on my ear. "You Sound happy." He said sarcastically. "I bet." I answered. "When are you coming home?" He asked. "Tomorrow." I answered. "Great. I'll have everything ready then." He said. "Oh and Y/n?" He said. "Yeah?" I answered. "Pepper is going to be there." He said right before ending the call. I let out a groan of annoyance. I honestly hated Pepper so much.
I laid my phone down again but I got one more call. This time from an unknown number. I answered and before I could say anything I heard a familiar voice. "N/n?" Bucky said. "Bucks?" I answered surprised. "Oh good it is you." He said. "Tony said you'd be home tomorrow?" He asked. "Yes. We honestly need to have a talk. I've missed you like crazy." I said. "I've missed you too doll. Sorry for calling so late, I was worried and saw your name on Tony's phone so I decided to give the number a call. Anyways you sound tired, night N/n" he said. "Night Bucks." I answered ending the call.
I laid the phone down on my nightstand and laid my head on my pillow. Sleep quickly took over me. It was a restless sleep.
I woke up the next day to a message from Tony.
"Share your location."
"Aight gimme a sec."
I quickly shared my location. I walked over to my closet and changed into a grey turtleneck with an oversized t-shirt over it, a pair of lose fit ripped jeans with fishnet underneath.
"Happy will be there in 16 minutes."
I quickly packed the rest of my stuff and sat back down on my bed, waiting for Happy to pick me up. I heard a car honk so I walked outside to see a black Audi. Happy crawled out the door and opened a door for me to get in. He grabbed my bag and put it in the trunk.
"So how is everything at home?" I asked Happy. "We've got new members." He answered shortly. "Can you tell me their names or?" I asked. "You can call-" he was cut of by my phone ringing.
"Hey Tony." I said. "Hey, what is your go to color?" Tony asked. "Uhm ivy- or forest green. Why?" I asked. "Great thanks. Bye Sparrow." He said and ended the call.
I looked back up to Happy. "So why does he call you Sparrow?" He asked. "It's a Pirates of the Caribbean reference." I answered. "Which is?" He asked confused. "My favorite movie of course." I answered acting offended. "Okay, but why Sparrow?" He asked again. "Because I'm a lot like Captain Jack Sparrow apparently." I answered.
I arrived at the avengers compound. Happy took my baggage and I walked through the door. "GOAT MAN!!" I yelled. "SPARROW!!" Tony answered. I walked up to him and gave him a quick hug. He was about the same height as me. When, of course, he wasn't wearing his platforms.
"N/n?!" I heard Bucky's voice. "Bucks?" I looked over to were to voice came from. Bucky was standing in the doorway. I ran over and gave him a hug. My arms wrapped around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up so I wrapped my legs around his waist. He buried his nose into my shoulder. "I haven't seen you in four years, N/n." He whispered. "Well I'm here now." I answered. My right hand went up to his scalp and started playing with his hair.
He let me down again and rustled my hair. I jokingly slapped his hand away which got him to chuckle. Tony walked over to us and placed his hand on my lower back and lead me up to the living room. "So any plans?" I asked. "Nope." Tony answered popping the 'P'. I looked around to see Pepper, Steve, Thor, Natasha, Clint, Bruce and some new faces.
"Everyone!" Tony said gaining the attention of yeah everyone. "This here is the amazing Sparrow!" He said with a big grin and his right arm wrapped around my waist. Pepper was staring at me with a death glare. "Or just Y/n." I said. Nat walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck in a tight hug. "Do you know how irresponsible and irritating our buys have been while you where gone?" She joked. "Oh I'm to scared to even think about it, honestly." I answered.
My eyes shifted over all the new faces. "So who are y'all?" I asked. Nat moved to my side, her arm resting on my right shoulder. "The new recruits. That over there is Wanda." She said pointing to a beautiful lady with brown-ish/red-ish hair who waved and smiled. "That over there is Sam." Nat said pointing to a man with a goatee and extremely short black hair. He gave a smile and continued his conversation with Steve and Bucky. "That over there is Doctor Strange." She said pointing at a guy with goatee and brown-ish black-ish hair with a grey stripe on each side of his head. His cloak detached from his shoulders and flew over to me. "So does everyone just have a goatee now?" I asked more myself then anyone, but Nat still chuckled at it.
"Hello there." I smiled at the Cloak. It wrapped itself around me which got me too chuckle. "I need you too teach me how you did that." Tony mumbled. "You better get back to your master." I whispered to the cloak. It didn't budge. "Levi."the Doctor said. The cloak removed it self from me and flew back over to it's master.
Natasha introduced me to the rest of the team. "I'm hungry." I said walking out to the kitchen. I heard footsteps following me. I got to the counter and grabbed an apple. I turned around and saw Thor. "Hey, point break." I joked. He didn't answer but wrapped me in a tight hug. "I have missed you, Sparrow." He said. "I've missed you too." I said patting his back. He released me from the hug and walked over to find the pop tarts. "Thor they are in there." I said pointing at the cabinet furthest up.
He lifted me up by my waist so I could grab them. "Here." I said handing him the pop tarts. "Thank you lady Y/n." He said releasing me from his grip. "Don't sweat it." I answered walking out to the living room with an apple in hand.
I sat down on the couch between the Doctor and Bucky. "Hey, N/n." Bucky said. "Hello, Bucks." I answered. "Did you find out more about the so called powers?" He asked. "Uh-huh. I found out I can bend fire to my own will. And of course I'm able to form fire in my palm." I said. "So, what they gave you worked?" He asked. "Who gave you?" The Doctor asked. "Hydra." I mumbled. I let my head fall so I was looking down on my hands that was laying in my lap.
Everyone except for me was talking and having fun. I felt something on my chin. The cloak. It lifted my chin and caressed my cheek as a way of cheering me up. Which worked, I chuckled a bit at it which got The Doctor to look at me and smile. "I swear it normally doesn't do that." He said. "Don't worry, doctor." I answered. "Stephen." He corrected which got me to look at him. "Huh?" I asked confused. "My name's Stephen Strange." He explained.
"Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n." I answered. "That's a lovely name." He said with a smile. "Thank you." I said trying to hide a smile.
I had used most of the time talking with Bucky and Stephen. We had all eaten Pizza for dinner and it was now 9 PM. "Lady Y/n, can you follow me?" Thor said. "Of course." I answered standing up. He lead me upstairs to his room. "You can sit there, I forgot something downstairs." He said hurrying out the door. I walked over and sat on his bed.
I took my phone out and saw I had a text from Bucky.
"You good?" -BB
"Yeah, is Thor with you?"
"Yeah?" -BB
"Oh Bloody hell."
"What? You need me to come?" -BB
"Nah It's good. Bye."
"Bye N/n." -BB
I felt the bed bend down. "Hello Sparrow." I heard Loki's voice. "Hello Softy." I said. "I'm not soft." He said stern. "Oh yeah?" I joked. "What do you need anyways?" I asked. "I need to join the team." He said which got me to laugh. "Are you fucking serious?" I asked looking him straight in the eyes. "No, he's a fictional character so it's quite hard to do so. But yes I want to join the Avengers." He said. "You've read to much Harry Potter." I answered. "You were the one to recommend it, Darling." He said with smirk.
"You know, if you wanna join the Avengers, you'd have to start acting nice towards them." I said. "Yes, yes I know." He said rolling his eyes. I punched him lightly on his shoulder. I looked down his wrist to see a small spot on his sleeve slowly growing bigger and darker.
I grabbed his wrist and held it in my lap. "You haven't?..." I asked. "No." He said shortly trying to get his hand out of my grip, but I didn't let go. I moved his sleeve upwards and saw fresh cuts. I looked up in his eyes to see tears rolling down his cheeks. I dragged him into my room and into my bathroom.
"Friday?" I said. "Yes miss?" A female robotic voice answered. "Where's the first aid kit?" I asked. "In the far left cabinet miss." She answered. "Thanks." I said finding the first aid kit. "You're welcome miss." She said.
"Let me take care of that." I said, more of a demand than anything. "It's okay, really." He said. "No, Loki." I said, my voice stern which got him
To flinch. I opened the kit. "This might hurt a little." I said looking him in his eyes. Tears was still rolling down his cheeks. I cleaned up his cuts and wrapped it in bandages. "Can I?" I asked pointing to his sleeve on his other arm.
He didn't answer but he took of his shirt and I saw all kind of different scars. Some old, some rather fresh. "Loki, why in the nine realms would you ever do that." I mumbled wrapping my arms around his neck in a tight hug. "I'm sorry." He mumbled into the crook of my neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist.
I let go of him and led him to my bed. "You can change into something more comfortable and sleep in my bed for tonight." I said. I turned around and walked towards the door. "Stay." He said. "Please." He mumbled. I turned back around and saw he was already changed into a dark green hoodie it was almost black and a pair of matching sweatpants.
"I'm gonna go grab something to drink first." I said turning back around and opening the door. "May I come with you?" He asked. "Yeah, but you better be quick." I said walking out the door. I heard him run after me. We both walked down to the kitchen. I grabbed an energy drink from the fridge when I heard a voice. "You really shouldn't be drinking those." Stephen spoke. "Yeah well, you only live once and it's not like We're gonna make it out alive anyways." I said opening the can and taking a huge slurp.
"Night, Doctor." I said rustling his hair with my right hand and walking away with Loki by my side. We got to my room and Loki sat on my bed. "Goodnight Loki." I said. "Where are you going to be sleeping ?" He asked. "Don't worry." I said going to my bathroom to shower. I quickly changed into a hoodie and sweatpants and walked back out into my room.
I saw Loki already sleeping on my bed, but he was twisting and turning. "Loki? You good?" I asked. I walked closer to him and shook him to make him wake up. "Loki." I said. He sat up quickly. Tears was threatening to spill.
"Lo-" I was caught of by him wrapping his arms around me for comfort. He pulled me down onto the bed, making me lay on top of him. I got out of his grip and sat on the bed with him. My back resting on the headboard. I looked at him and saw tears rolling down his pale cheeks. "Come here." I whispered. He moved himself so his head was in my lap. I started playing with his hair which got him to close his eyes. "Go back to sleep. I'll stay right here with you." I whispered leaning down to kiss his forehead.
Sleep quickly took over him again. I took my phone out of my pocket to see a text from Tony.
"Friday said you where looking for the first aid kit, everything alright?" -TS
"Yeah, just wanted to make sure I knew where it was."
"Well then. You coming back down? You kinda just disappeared." -TS
"Nah I'm going to bed, night T."
"Night Sparrow." -TS
I laid my phone back onto the nightstand and started playing with a small fire in my hand.
Tony's POV
I was sitting in my work space. I put my phone back into my pocket and saw Pepper looking nervously at me. "What? Is something on my face?" I said. "No, you look nervous. Everything alright?" She asked. "Yeah, can you leave." I said, not really a question more of a demand. She gave a questioning look but left not long after.
"Friday, you up?" I asked. "For you sir? Always." Friday answered. "Great, can you get the Manchurian Candidate down here? It's important." I said. "He is on his way down sir." She said. "Great." I mumbled.
"What's so important, Stark?" Bucky said. "Sparrow is. She asked Friday where the first aid kit was, when she first arrived there was no sign of either cuts nor bruises." I explained. "She probably burned herself?" He said, I looked him in the eyes and moved close to him. "You don't even believe that yourself." I said. "Well she wouldn't intentionally hurt herself, at least not with out a good reason." He said. "Your so helpful." I said sarcastically. "You where the one to bring me down here." He said. "Just leave." I said pointing to the door.
Y/n's POV
I was still awake, it was now 12 AM. I had made it my mission to stay awake until Loki awakens again. His head was still in my lap as I was playing with his hair. I had made three small braids here and there.
"Friday, you up?" I whispered. "Yes miss." She answered. "Great. Is anyone in the house still up?" I asked. "Yes, Mr. Stark and Dr. Strange." She answered. "Can you deliver a message to Stephen?" I asked. "Of course miss." She answered. "Ah great. Tell him to meet me on the roof at 1.30 AM." I demanded. "Yes miss." She answered.
It was now 1.28 AM. I made my way to the roof to see the doctor already sitting there. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a black cardigan and a grey tee. "Hey, Stephen." I said walking to sit besides him. "Hi, Sparrow." He answered. "You wanted to meet me? Everything alright?" He asked. "Yeah, I just didn't want to sleep." I answered. "Why?" He asked. "Didn't feel like it." I answered looking up on the stars. I laid down on my back to get a better look. Stephen laid down as well.
"So you dragged me out of my bed to look at the stars?" He asked. "Yep. It gets boring after doing it for 10 years alone." I mumbled. "10 years." He repeated under his breath. He turned around to look at me. "How much do you normally sleep?" He asked. "Normally? Well about 30 minutes a day. Although I did sleep for 2 hours yesterday." I explained. "And the reason for that being?" He asked. "I just don't like it. Anything could happen whilst one is sleeping." I explained. "So you're scared of dying?" He asked. "Well-uh, no not exactly. I'm more scared of what's to come if I don't die, you know? Like-uh if I was to be taken away and tortured once more." I muttered. I knew I had already over shared to him. He already knew more about me than Tony, or Loki for that matter. I knew what it would end up leading to.
"Well I wouldn't let that happen to you." Stephen said. I turned around to look at him, his eyes was closed. "It's not that easy." I said. I laid back down and closed my eyes, enjoying the presence of the doctor. I felt a hand in mine. I opened my eyes and saw Stephen was sitting up. I sat up as well. "I promise you, I will protect you, no matter what happens." He said. His left hand reaching up to cup my cheek. My right hand comfortably sitting on his as I trace is his old scars. "From the car crash, right?" I asked. "Yeah. I suppose since you just opened up to me I should do the same to you." He said.
"As you know I was in that crash. I really thought that, that would be the end of me, that I either would end it myself or that I'd slowly die, out of old age, not having lived one bit." He explained looking down at his hands as I was tracing his scars. "I traveled to this place in Nepal, Kathmandu called Kamartaj. I met the ancient one, Mordo and Wong. I quickly became master of the mystic arts." He explained. "The Ancient one is dead, correct?" I asked. "Yes, her student, or used to be her student, killed her. Anyways, so I fought this dark entity called dormmamu. After that, Mordo decided he no longer wanted to be part of it, so he left." He continued.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that." I mumbled. He moved his hands up to cup my face again. "It's a part of life. You gain, and you lose." He said. His eyes was bloodshot and tears was building up in his eyes. He tried blinking them away but they fell. I moved my hands up to his cheeks and wiped the transparent tears away with my thumbs which got him to chuckle. "Thank you." I muttered wrapping my arms around his neck in a hug. "For what?" He asked confused. "For telling me that, for opening up to me, for trusting me." I mumbled, my head buried in his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me onto his lap so we could stay closer. "Your welcome." He answered.
His right hand was on the back of my head, playing with my hair, whilst his left arm was wrapped tightly around my waist. I've only ever met 3 people who could make me feel that safe, 2 of them are my best friends, Bucky and Loki. The other one used to be my dad, before he died. I had failed to safe him from my mom.
~flashback~
I was cowering in a corner as my dad was trying to get my mom to cool down. She held a knife in her hand, threatening to kill him. Tears was flooding out as I tried to calm myself.
After some time, she backed away and looked down on the ground, only to raise the knife and stab him. Right in his heart. Tears was flooding even more. She walked over to me, knife in hand. I jumped up and ran out of the door.
That was the day that, that guy had supposedly "saved" me.
~end of flashback~
Now it was my turn to cry. I sniffed a bit and felt Stephen tighten his grip and rocking back and forth to calm me down. "What's wrong?" He asked. I didn't answer I just tightened my grip around him like I was afraid of loosing him as well. Which I was.
I had been crying in his arms for what felt like an eternity when I finally let go of him. Not completely though, I was still sitting on top of him. I turned around so my back was pressed against his chest. He had his arms wrapped around my waist. I let my head fall onto his chest as I continued to look at the stars.
"Y/n?" Stephen said, "Y/n you're ice cold. Let's get you back inside." I let out a groan as an answer so he lifted me up bridal style which got me to laugh. I let my head fall onto his chest once more and relax by his touch. He sat me down at my door. "Goodnight, Doc." I said rustling his hair. "Goodnight, Sparrow." He answered giving me a hug. I hugged him back not wanting to let go, yet I knew I had to so he could sleep.
I opened my door and saw Loki still fast asleep on my bed. "Bye Stephen." I said smiling. "Bye." He said smiling back. I opened my phone and saw the time. 4 AM. I walked over to my bed and laid down. I tried to stay awake but Loki wrapped his arm around my waist dragging me into him, his face buried in the crook of my neck. I placed my hand on his chest trying to get out of his grasp but to no avail. I looked up at his face too see a smirk. "Twat." I mumbled as sleep took over me.
I woke up at 5 AM. I quickly changed into my suit (you’ll have to decide on that one). I looked back towards the bed to see Loki still sleeping. I quickly put on a black and silver full face skull mask and a pair of leather gloves so no one could recognize me, Stuffed 2 daggers in my pocket and a hand gun to make sure I'd leave no witnesses. I opened my window and quickly jumped out, landing on the streets underneath. I quickly ran to where I knew a small group of teenagers where gathered, smoking weed and drinking.
I got to the alleyway they were gathered at. "Heya, boys!" I said, my voice a tad bit higher than normal. "Yooo cool mask dude." One of them said. "Ayyyy, Thanks dude." I answered. "Can we help you?" A guy, who looked more sober, asked. "Actually, yes-uh. Can you guys tell me where I can find Red Wolf?" I said. "Yeah dude, right in that building." The first guy said. "Thank youuuu." I said waving at them and walking into the building.
I opened the door, there was a lot of security but surprisingly they all let me through. I got to their so called office and walked in. "Hey giiiiiirlyyyy." I said with an irritatingly high pitched voice. "Basil, you're late." A male voice said. "You need some training with those manners, love. Anywaaaayyyys you're always so boooooring with your 'knowing when stuff happens' shit." I said rolling my eyes, "although I suppose-uh you know why I'm here, don't ya?" I said not really a question.
"I do indeed." He said. "Great!" I said my voice higher again. "I would recommend-uh, you know, not screaming." I slowly made my way over to his chair. He turned his chair around looking at me. He was wearing a red full face wolf mask. I sat on his lap and removed his mask to see a handsome young man. Probably in his late 20's. With dark brown hair, neatly combed back. "Remove your mask. It'd only be fair." He whispered. I did as told and let my hair fall into my face. "Sparrow?" He asked confused. "Wrong." I said stabbing him in his heart. I quickly pulled my mask back on and carved a smile on his face. I picked up my daggers and dried them off in his black tee.
I jumped out of the window and fell about 3 stories down before landing in the alleyway with the junkies. "Thanks for your help boys." I said waving at them before running away. I quickly made my way to a public washroom and changed into a pair of running pants and a sports tee. I put the other clothes into a bag that was laying on the ground. I made my way back to the tower and walked inside. I looked over at the clock on the wall. It was 7 AM and no one was awake.
I made my way up to my room. I opened the door silently, to see Loki pacing back and forth. "Whataya doin'?" I asked placing the bag down on the floor and crossing my arms over my chest. He quickly wrapped me in a hug but didn't answer. I wrapped my arms around him as well. He let me go again and sat down on my bed. "You didn't answer my question." I said. "Uh yeah, it was nothing." He mumbled. "Didn't really look like nothing." I answered. "How are your arms?" I asked. "Better." He answered not sounding to convincing.
"Loki I swear..." I didn't end my sentence. "I haven't done it." He said. "Show me then." I said crossing my arms once more. He hesitated but pulled his sleeves up tell reveal even more cuts than yesterday. "Oh fuck." I mumbled under my breath. I sat down besides him and wrapped him in a hug. "I'm so sorry." He mumbled into my shoulder. "It's alright. We'll go through this together." I assured him. He tightened his grip around me. I moved my hand up to his hair and started playing with it.
"I really am sorry." He mumbled. "Hey, it's okay. I won't let you fight this battle alone." I whispered. I heard a knock on my door. "Hey, N/n. We need you downstairs." I heard Buckys voice. "Gimme a sec." I answered. "Come with me." I said standing up and holding a hand out for Loki to take. He took it and we quickly went downstairs into the meeting room. "Hey." Bucky said wrapping me in a big hug. "Mornin', Bucks." I mumbled into his shirt. He let go of me again and I walked to the back with Loki on my left and Stephen on my right.
Tony was standing in the front with Fury. "We have received information of a possible threat. We, at the moment, are not sure who or where they might be, nor do we have any information about them." He said. I knew this was about me. I don't know how I knew, I just did. I started getting nervous which Stephen apparently could see. He grabbed my right hand and I started concentrating on his scars and following them with my pointer finger. It got me to relax, but I couldn't concentrate on what fury was saying.
As soon as the meeting was over Stephen dragged me out of the room and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. "Shhhh it's alright." He whispered. I knew it wasn't alright. I knew that this would be the end. How was I even going to explain what I've done. I felt my legs go numb as all of the stress was gaining in on me. Stephen picked me up bridal style and sat me down on the couch in the living room. His cloak detached from his shoulders and wrapped itself around me. "Tea?" He asked. I only nodded in response. He made a cup of tea appear in my hand. "Thank you." I mumbled. He picked up the remote and sat down besides me. His cloak scooted me closer to Stephen which got him to chuckle before wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I drank a quick slurp of tea before placing it on the table. I sat back down and placed my head on his shoulder.
After we had been watching TV for a bit I started getting tired and laid down on the couch with my head on his thigh, using it as a pillow. I let out a yawn and let sleep take over me.
I woke up again, everything was dark. I heard a soft snoring. I Lit up a small flame in my hand and saw I was laying in a bed, with Stephen sleeping in a chair not that far away. I found my phone on the nightstand and saw the time. 12 AM. Fuck, I've slept the entire day. I had a few messages from my friends.
"Hey, Stephen said he'd take care of you. Text me when you can." NR
"Text me as soon as possible." TS
"Where are you?" BB
I laid my phone back down and sat up. Resting against the headboard. The snoring came to a stop and I looked up at Stephen again. "Stephen?" I asked. "Mmmm-yeah." He said in a raspy voice. "How long have I been asleep?" I asked. "All day." He mumbled. "All day." I whispered under my breath. "I'm sorry for making you sleep in the chair." I mumbled. "I choose it myself. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable for when you woke up." He said walking over to me and sitting down on the side of the bed. He turned on the light on the nightstand.
He grabbed my right hand. "How are you feeling?" He asked. That was when I realized I had a headache that probably could kill. "I've been through worse." I joked. He was caressing my hand while looking at me. "Have they found out more of that person?" I asked. "Nothing more than it's a girl." He answered. "Okay." I mumbled. I looked down in my lap. "Is everything alright?" He asked. When I didn't answer he cupped my cheek to get me to look at him. "Yeah, I'm just-uh nervous. That's all." I mumbled. "For what?" He asked. "Well, what if she's going to hurt us, or you for that matter." I lied. Tears building up in my eyes.
"I won't let that happen, sweetheart, I already made a promise. I don't break promises." He said. Hearing him call me sweetheart made me break as tears finally spilled. "I'm so sorry." I mumbled, my legs moving up to my chest and my arms wrapped around them. He moved himself in front of me and made my legs lay down again so he could look me in the eyes. "You have beautiful eyes." He complimented with a smile. He cupped my cheeks again and dried away the tears. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed my forehead.
"You have nothing to be sorry for." he said. "That's the thing, Stephen. I do. I have a lot." I mumbled. He released me from the hug, his hands on my shoulders while looking at me confused. I knew he wanted to ask questions but he held it back, knowing I wouldn't answer. "If it's about your past, just know, I don care. You have shown me the real you, and I won't leave you now at your most vulnerable time in life. Do you understand?" He said. "Savvy." I confirmed. "Good. Now come here." He said. I moved closer to him. He lifted me onto his lap and engulfed me in a hug.
We used the rest of the night to talk about weird stuff that had happened throughout Stephens time as the sorcerer supreme. He had gotten my mind off of the threat upon my life and freedom. "So you're telling me, you really just beat Dormmamu by irritating it?" I asked, trying to stifle a laugh. "Yeah, and the worst thing is, it worked." Stephen answered laughing a bit. I couldn't hold my laughter back anymore and ended up falling of the bed, but the cloak caught me before I landed.
The sun had rose and was shining through the window to Stephens bedroom. After talking for a bit more, Stephen got a message. "Oh it's from Stark." He said. "Is everything alright?" I asked. "Yeah, there's a mission. The whole team is needed, including you and Loki." He explained. "Are you sure? I don't know if I have enough control over my powers." I muttered. "I believe in you. Now come." He said. "Shouldn't we change first?" I asked. "Oh yeah." He said snapping his fingers. I was changed into a pair of black riding pants, black leather riding boots, a dark green turtleneck and a black AC/DC tee to top it all of. "Why the riding pants?" I asked. "Come and you'll see." He said grabbing my hand and dragging me outside.
Out of nowhere a black horse showed up. It was about 1.70 CM tall and was all saddled up with English equipment. "Wow." I breathed out. Stephen handed me a black helmet that I quickly putted on. I quickly jumped on the horse and Stephen created a portal to the place we where fighting at. I put my earpiece in. "So what are we against?" I asked. "Some weird Alien from space." Nat answered. "Since when did you learn to ride?!" Tony and Bucky asked. "When I was a kid, dumb arse." I answered. "Ready Stephen?" I asked. "Always." He answered. He flew up into the air and lead the way to the alien. I quickly rode after him.
The battle had ended and I was riding around looking for Stephen. "Anyone seen the Wizard?" I asked. "I prefer master of the mystic arts or sorcerer supreme." I heard Stephens voice in the head coms. "Where are you?" I asked. "On my way." He answered. "Y/n, I need a lift. I'm behind the mountain." Nat said. "I'll be there in a sec." I answered.
I rode over behind the mountain in a fresh canter, getting ready to bend down and grab Nat. I grabbed her and pulled her up on my horse, sitting her in front of me. "I've honestly always wanted to do that." I joked.
"Everyone ready to go home?" Steve asked. "Yeah." We all answered. I stopped the horse in front of the quinjet. "You coming?" I asked Stephen. "Uh, no. Can you stay back with me?" He asked. "Sure." I answered. I walked up to Loki and gave him a quick hug before moving to Bucky and gave him a hug then Tony.
The rest of the avengers left as Stephen and I was walking around. Him on my right and my horse on the left. "Everything alright?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Cool cool."
There was an awkward silence before Stephen spoke up. "You were good on the mission, but I think you need more training."
"What do you mean?"
"You could move in with me at the sanctum so I can train you."
"I don't know about that."
What about Loki, he needs me now more than ever. "It was of course just an idea." Stephen said after a pause. "I mean... I would absolutely love to, but..." I trailed of. He stopped walking so I stopped as well.
He placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me to the side so I was looking at him. Out of nowhere it started raining, like a lot. I started shivering and the cloak detached it self from Stephen and wrapped around me. "Wow, it really prefers you over me." Stephen joked which got me to laugh. "Let's get you back to the tower." He said. He quickly made a portal to my room in the avengers tower. "Thank you." I mumbled
"Stay here I'll be back in a bit." He said walking back through the portal and grabbed my horse then the portal closed and I was alone in my room with the cloak wrapped around me. I walked to my bathroom to take a shower. The cloak detached from my shoulders and I stripped down. When I finished in the shower the cloak was holding a towel for me. "Thank you." I said grabbing it. I dried myself and saw clothes laying on the counter of my sink. I quickly put the clothes on, it was a plain dark red hoodie that was too big and a pair of black shorts.
I walked out to my room and threw myself on the bed, to lazy to do anything else. Then there was a knock on the door. "Sparrow?" I heard Stephens voice. "Come in." I answered. "Someone's tired." He laughed. "Shut it." I grumbled. "Where did you get my hoodie?" He asked. "The cloak." I mumbled. He laughed a bit before sitting on the bed besides me. "I had a talk with Tony about the mystery girl." He said, gaining my attention.
"What?"
"Yeah, they've found clear pictures of her, but none where we can see her face. She seems to always be wearing a mask."
"Do you know where she lives?"
"No, but we know a motel she staid at a few days ago. The same you staid at."
Oh god. They are so close to finding out it's me.
"Is everything alright?" He asked.
"Yeah."
He put his hand on my cheek caressing it lightly. I sat up and looked at him, my sight switching from his eyes to his lips. What would happen if I kissed him? Would he be mad, or kiss me back? I looked in his eyes and saw him studying my face before slowly leaning in. I leaned in as well, my right hand moving behind his head. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. My fingers interweaving in his hair. I heard him let out a groan before his tongue moved to my lower lip, asking for permission. I opened my mouth and felt his tongue exploring my mouth.
His right hand moved up to the back of my head and his left down to my hips. He pressed me more into him making all space between us disappear. He leaned into me making me fall backwards onto the bed again. He stayed sitting up to breath before smashing his lips back down onto mine. His hands exploring my body. My right hand was still on the back of his head, playing with his hair, whilst my left hand was exploring his perfectly formed abs. My legs was in between his as he was on top of me. He moved his right hand down to my thigh and gave it a squeeze gaining a moan from me.
He moved his head down to my ear. "I didn't know I had such effects on you." He whispered in his deep voice. A shiver came across my body. "Such a good girl." He whispered. I cupped his cheeks making him look me in the eyes again. I moved my head up slamming my lips on his this time. I heard a small groan from him. I quickly flipped us around. I was now sitting on him feeling his hard member between all the layers. I moved my head to his collarbone and started sucking, giving him a hickey and gaining a moan. I moved up to his ear. "Oh, all the things I could do to you." I whispered. He flipped us around again and moved his head to my ear. "Why don't you be a good girl and do as I say." He whispered.
"Ms. Y/l/n, there is an emergency meeting." Friday said. Stephen gave a grunt before giving my lips a quick peck. "We'll be there in a minute." I answered. I quickly put my hair in a high ponytail and we both made our way to the meeting. We both moved to the back waiting for fury to speak up.
"I'm just going to get right to it. We have found out who the so called mystery girl is, and we know she can hear me right this second. You have the chance to tell the team before I do it." Fury explained. I looked at Stephen, then Bucky, then Loki, then Nat. They were all surprised. I was about to step forward before he spoke again. "Ms. Sparrow, I would like for you to come up here." I looked at Stephen and he grabbed my hand giving it a squeeze before pushing me forward.
Everyone was looking at me surprised. I knew this day was coming, but this soon? "You have worked hard to get to where you are now, I give you the opportunity to tell them who it is." Fury said. "agent Sharon Carter" he whispered in my ear. "The so called mystery girl is agent Sharon Carter." I announced. I was honestly as surprised as the rest, just not for the same reason. They really thought it was Sharon.
I moved back to Stephen and he grabbed my hand letting me trace his scars. As the meeting ended Bucky, Steve, Sam and Nat gathered in the living room. "Hey, Sparrow." Nat called.
"Yes, Tasha?"
"Movie night tonight, all the avengers, at 9."
"We'll be there."
"Good."
Then someone grabbed me and turned me around. "Bucks." I said giving him a giant hug. "You did amazing today, I'm proud." He whispered as his head was buried in the crook of my neck. "I know I did, but thanks. You weren't to bad yourself." I joked. We let go of each other and went our separate ways. I made my way back over to Stephen. "Sooooo, are you...." he cut himself off. "What?" I asked confused. "Sleep-ing to-geth-er, sorry I thought I made that quite clear." He explained. I looked up at Stephen with a big grin. "What?" He asked, this time he was confused. I let out a laugh. I dragged Stephen up to my room.
We entered my room and sat down on the bed. "Mind telling me that... thing, now?" He asked
"Bucky's gay."
"Wait... seriously?"
"Uh-huh. How did you not notice that?"
"I just, I thought... yeah I don't know what I thought."
"The great Sorcerer Supreme didn't know something."
"Oh shut it."
We were talking for a bit when Friday spoke up "Ms. Y/l/n, The movie night will start in: 30 minutes." "Thanks Friday." I answered.
I grabbed Stephens hand and dragged him with me down to the living room. The sofa was occupied so Stephen sat down on a black bean bag. "Is that seat taken?" I said pointing to his lap.
"That's my lap?"
"Yeah?"
He chuckled a bit before patting his lap, signaling me to sit. I sat down and his arms immediately snaked around my waist. "Alright girls-" Nat started "-We've picked out 3 different movies. so it's either Pirates of the Caribbean: dead mans chest, Die hard or the shining."
"Let's watch the shining." I said. About everyone agreed. "The shining it is then." Nat said. She put on the movie and sat back down. I was moving a lot trying to get comfortable when Stephen tightened his grip and whispered in my ear: "be a good girl and sit still." I immediately froze. "Good." He said and teleported a bowl of popcorn to everyone in the room. "Thanks." They said in sync which got Stephen to chuckle. Through out the move he gave me small kisses on the neck.
Stephens POV
As the movie came to an end I realized that Y/n was fast asleep. Her head resting on my chest with her right hand. "Is she asleep?!" Nat whisper yelled. "Yeah?" I said confused. "Wait, she fell asleep?" Tony asked. "But she never sleeps?" Thor said confused. "She always sleeps when I'm around?" I said.
I picked her up and was holding her bridal style. "I'll go put her to bed." I explained walking off. I sat her down on the bed and pulled the covers over her before kissing the top of her head and making a portal to go home.
Your POV
I was stumbling away from a crime scene I had made. The avengers were after me. I was throwing fire everywhere trying to get them to stay away. My leg was most likely broken. Blood was running down from my forehead. Every step I took felt like stepping on a thousand needles. Out of nowhere a portal was created and out of it came Stephen Strange.
I looked into his eyes before falling down onto my knees, surrendering. I was looking down to the ground when I felt something whip me.
Then I woke up. Gasping for air like I had never breathed before. I was alone in my bed. My nerves was all over the place. I looked at my phone to see the time: 1 AM. I jumped out of bed quickly getting control over the situation. I changed into my so called villain suit and grabbed my weapons before running out of the building.
I made my way to the local drug store. It was still open. Inside the shop was standing a worker and 4 peasants. I knocked out the worker before making my way to each individual person, knocking them all out as well. I tied them all up and locked all doors making sure only I could get out. I sat the building on fire and walked out of there. As I was standing in front of the store with my back turned to it, it exploded. I chuckled a bit before turning to the left to walk back to the tower.
Then I heard a repulser charging. "Hello, Tony." I said with a high pitched voice.
"Tell me who you are, and we- yeah no we'll still hurt you."
"You know, love, you should watch out for who you go for." I started heating his suit up.
"Lucky for you, I'm not alone."
Just as he said that the rest of the team came and surrounded me. "Wow you're all here. I'm so happy to see you." I said sarcastically. "Natasha, Clint, Steve, Bucky, Loki, Thor, Wanda, Rodey, pissant." I laughed a bit. "Wow, even Stephen and the arachnid. Or should I say Peter?"
"How do you know my name?" Peter asked.
"Oh sorry, I meant Spider-child."
"It's Spider-man. Is it really that hard?"
Everyone had their weapons pointed at me except Stephen and Loki. My eyes shifted between them wondering why. "Anyways. I really don't have time for this." I said walking towards them both. I walked between them and patted their back. Stephen quickly grabbed my wrist and whispered to me: "177 a bleaker street. 20 minutes." Then he let me go and I ran of into the darkness.
I had made my way to the address and was walking around inside. It looked to be the Sanctum Sanctorum. The place Stephen had told stories about.
I got to what looked like the library and was immediately engulfed in a tight hug by the Cloak of levitation, or as I like to call it Levi. I was laughing a bit before I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up and saw Stephen. "I thought it was you." He mumbled.
"What?"
"Look, Sparrow. Everyone is after you so I would recommend you stay here with Wong and I"
"No one other than you knows my identity." I quickly removed my mask.
"Loki does. Then Wanda will read his mind and tell the rest of the team. We can't risk that."
I looked him straight in the eyes and the cloak flew over to it's master. I looked back to the ground considering what may happen if I didn't stay with him. "Look. I know this is hard for you, but I don't want to see you hurt so please just stay with us. At least until I've figured something out." Stephen said. I looked back in his eyes and nodded a yes. "Great. Follow me I'll show you to your room." He said walking out the door.
I quickly followed him and was lead to a bedroom. It had a queen sized bed, a closet and a desk with a chair. "Theres a bathroom in there." He said pointing to a door on the left side of the room. He looked back at me and I gave a nod as a thanks.
I walked over and sat on the bed and looked around studying the room. "Do whatever and get some sleep." He said turning around and walked out the door. I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out. I looked over on the desk and noticed some clothes laying there. I walked over and grabbed them before making my way to the bathroom to shower. It was a pair of black sweatpants and a matching hoodie. Most likely Stephens. As I was done I laid down on the bed and picked up my phone. 25 unread messages. Great. I read those from Nat, Bucky and Loki. The rest I honestly could care less about.
"Hey, we're going out to find The Basil." NR
"Sparrow, please call, we need to talk." LL
"Doll, call me." BB
It was all a mix of messages to get me to call or text them back, but I wasn't going to. I was getting kind of thirsty so I opened the door and made my way down the stairs. I walked around trying to find the kitchen when i heard rustling behind me. I lit a fire in my hand pointing it to whom ever was behind me. "It's just me, sweetheart." Stephen said. I let my hand fall back down. Immediately turning off the fire. "Everything alright?" He asked. Concern filling his voice. "Yeah just thirsty." I answered. He signaled me to follow him, so I did. He showed me to the kitchen and grabbed a glass.
"What do you want?"
"Just water, please."
He poured a some water up in the glass and handed it to me. "Thanks." I mumbled. I quickly downed it and just awkwardly stood with it before Stephen took it from me and placed it besides the sink. He raised his arms to hug me but I flinched and looked away in shame. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." He sad with sadness in his voice. "Sorry." I mumbled. He stretched his hand out for me to grab. So I did. His hand was burning hot. "Stephen are you feeling okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, don't worry."
"Do you have any ice or frozen peas or something cold?"
"In the freezer over there."
I walked over and grabbed a bag of peas. Putting a cloth around it. "Sit, please." I said pointing to the dining table. He did and placed his hands on the table. I placed the peas on top of his hands. "Thank you." He said looking at me. I nodded and sat down besides him. "Is this a frequent occurrence?" I asked.
"Sadly yes."
"I'm sorry."
I removed some hair that had fallen down onto his face and kissed him on his forehead. "Earlier, when I went in for a hug. You flinched. Why?" He asked. "Old habit." I mumbled looking down onto my lap where my hands was laying. "Well there most be a reason. Like trauma." He said looking at me. "There really isn't." I said determined not to let anything slip.
We had been sitting there for a few minutes not saying anything. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Stephen apologized. "Oh no worry's." I said. "Are your hands better?" "Yeah, thanks." He said. I took the peas and placed them back in the freezer and put the cloth on the counter. I walked back over to Stephen and stood besides him before he dragged me down on his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his torso hugging him back. We were sitting like that for a while before he moved my legs around his waist. "Hold on tight." He whispered. I wrapped my arms around his neck looking up at him.
I was about to ask why but he stood up picking me up with him. "I need to get you back to bed." He said. I groaned a bit before burring my head into his chest which got him to chuckle. He laid down on the bed with me on top of him. He started caressing my back while removing a few hairs from my forehead and kissed the top of my head. "Goodnight, sweetheart." He said. "Goodnight, darlin'." I mumbled letting a yawn out right after.
Time skip a week forward.
I woke up to Stephen bursting through my door with the cloak behind him. "Wake up. The sun is up and shining." He said with a cheerful voice. "Okay? What do you want me to do? Photosynthesis?" I asked pissed. I buried my head back into the pillow. "Nope." He said popping the 'p'.
I sat up and leaned my back against the headboard looking straight at Stephen. "Aww come on. I even made breakfast for you." He said trying to make me smile. He handed me a plate of burned eggs and bacon. "I wouldn't consider this edible." I said looking down at the plate. "Well I tried." He said letting out a defeated sigh. I chuckled at him before standing up and making my way out the door. "Come on, I'll make something." I said.
We made our way down to the kitchen, Stephen right behind me. I sat down the plate of... stuff. I turned around to see a butterfly right in front of me. I quickly ran behind Stephen jumping onto his back and holding onto him tightly whilst pointing one of my daggers at the butterfly. "You're scared of butterflies?" He asked jokingly. "It's not funny." I mumbled. Tears was forming in my eyes. I jumped down from his back and he turned around to look at me. Tears was rolling down my cheeks. He looked a bit surprised at first to see me that scared. "I'll take care of it." He said kissing the top of my head and wiping away the tears.
He picked up the butterfly carefully and opened a window to let it out. He turned around towards me again and gave me a hug. "Why butterflies?" He asked after letting go of me. "'Cause they're such beautiful creatures." I said sarcastically. Then a phone started ringing. Stephen took out his phone and looked at it. "Emergency meeting at the tower. Stay here I'll be back as soon as possible." He said grabbing his cloak and out of nowhere changing into his costume. "Bye." I said as he walked through the portal.
I made my way to my room and changed into my suit from last night then I made my way into the library looking for a book that wasn't about the mystic arts. I walked for a bit when I got to a book called hamlet. I grabbed it and sat down on a chair starting to read.
After reading for about an hour I heard a door open and close with a bang. "Stephen?" I called out. I made my way down to the bedrooms and heard a girl chuckle from one of the rooms. I opened the door before knocking knowing well enough that Stephen was in there with a girl. And I was correct. He was with Clea. Making out with her. He quickly removed himself from her and looked at me. "I'm going out for a bit." I said looking into his eyes.
"You can't do that."
"Actually. I can. Have fun."
I looked over at Clea and smiled at her. A smile that could kill. "Nice to see you Clea." I said before making my way down the stairs and into my room. I went out on the streets. I had my phone in my pocket and decided to text Natasha.
"Found out who Basil is?"
"So now you wanna talk?" NR
"Not really. But I don't wanna stay hidden. It's not my thing. The hospital, 15 minutes. Don't be late."
"I'll be there." NR
She really trusts me not to hurt her? I quickly made my way to the hospital and saw my old friend Christine. "Palmer!" I yelled. "Oh my god." She mumbled. She made her way over to me and dragged me into a room. "You're the Basil?!" She whisper yelled.
"Yeah yeah I know, big surprise. Anyways. I need you to get everyone out of here."
"What!?"
"Just do as I say."
"No. Nononono I can't do that."
"You have 5 minutes, love. Just do it."
She ran out of the rooms and told everyone to evacuate. Great my plan should work.
"The rooftop. 4 minutes left."
"On my way." NR
this is the end. Christine entered the room again. "Everyone is out." She said. "Great. Make sure you're far away. I don't want to hurt you." I said giving her a hug. "What do you mean." She asked confused. "This is the end." I said looking into her eyes. "Don't do anything I would do. And especially don't do anything I wouldn't do." I said before running off.
I sat on the edge of the hospital with a cup of earl grey tea. I heard footsteps behind me. "Hello, Nat." I said. "Please sit."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I couldn't."
"What now then? Now that we know who you are?"
"Well then I suppose this is the end."
She looked down at me trying to figure out what I meant. I took a sip of tea while looking out over New York. She sat down on my left and grabbed my hand. Interweaving it with hers. "You're not leaving me." She demanded.
"There is no other way."
"But there is! Look at me, I went from Russian assassin to an avenger."
"I'm afraid you can't convince me."
She cupped my right cheek. Turning me so I looked at her. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on my lips. She leaned back away. Tears now rolling down her cheeks. "Please try. For me." She whispered. I sat down my cup and cupped her cheeks wiping away the tears. "I really hate you right now." I sighed. She stood up and moved away from the edge. She stretched her hand out towards me. I took it and she helped me up. "I take that as a yes then?" She asked chuckling a bit. "I suppose it is." I answered. She engulfed me in a hug with her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist. I felt tear drops fall onto my shoulder so I carefully caressed her back trying to comfort her.
"Why did you get them to evacuate the hospital?" Nat asked.
"I was planning on blowing the place up."
"Of course." she said shaking her head a bit while laughing. I wrapped my arm around her waist and we made our way down onto the streets. "So will you be coming back to the tower with me?" She asked.
"No."
"Where are you staying?"
"At a friends."
"You're as bad as a liar as always. I know a place we can stay at."
"We?"
"Yeah, you're not getting rid of me that easily."
"Of course I'm not."
She laughed a bit before pulling out a pair of car keys. She threw them at me and signaled to a black Lamborghini. "You're driving. I need some sleep." She said sitting down in the car. I chuckled a bit sitting down into the car as well. "Address?" I asked. "Already put in. Just follow the GPS." She mumbled slowly falling asleep.
We made our way to a beautiful mansion. I looked over and saw Nat still sleeping. I stepped out of the car and went over to pick her up. She sleepily swung her arm around my neck as I picked her up bridal style. I went up to the door and tried opening it up. It was surprisingly unlocked. It was even bigger inside than outside. I made my way to what looked like the living room and sat down Nat on a big white couch. I sat down on a chair besides the couch. My legs hanging over the arm rest as i looked through my phone.
"Nat has gone missing. We need your help." BB
"I'm not available at the moment."
"N/n, please. This is a life or death situation." BB
"Bye, James."
I laid my phone back down and then sighed heavily. I looked around the living room and noticed a wall full of books. I was debating whether or not to take one. I got a message on my phone that distracted me from my thoughts.
"Where are you?" SS
I was mad at him. I didn't have a reason though. We weren't a thing. I should stop getting my hopes up.
"This is Y/n's auto response AI. She is not available at the moment. If you see fit, please leave a message."
"Please Y/n this is urgent." SS
"Then leave it urgently, Mr. Strange."
I turned of my phone and raised myself from the chair cracking my back a bit. I walked over to the books and grabbed a random one. It's name was: the greatest adventures of Sherlock Holmes. I sat back down on the chair and started reading. It was quite extraordinary and exiting. It was starting to get dark when Nat started waking up. "Afternoon, Sleeping Beauty." I said.
"Afternoon." She muttered. She made her way over to me and sat down on the arm rest. "Come with me." She said grabbing the book and placing it on the coffee table. "Where to?" I asked. "My room. I have some spare clothes you can lend." She explained. I let her drag me to her room. She picked out an ivy green hoodie and a pair of shorts. "Thank you." I said. "I'll go take a shower. Just call for me if there's anything." She said.
I quickly changed and ran back downstairs to grab my book. I got it and ran upstairs and sat down on her bed and started reading. She came out of the shower in a oversized tee and a pair of shorts. "Seriously, reading again?" She asked jokingly.
"It helps distract me."
"I know something else that could distract you."
I looked up from my book to meet Natasha's gaze.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
I chuckled a bit at her before continuing to read. I heard her sigh and then felt her throw herself onto the bed. "What do you want to eat?" She asked. "Not hungry." I quickly answered. "That's not a valid answer." She said. "It's the only one you'll get, love." I said
Natasha's POV
hearing her call me love made me feel some kind of way. "Well then." I said throwing myself of the bed and downstairs to get something for us to eat. I quickly made some Mac 'n cheese. I ran up upstairs with a bowl for each of us. I handed one to her. "I don't like being handed things." She mumbled. "And you've spent to much time with Stark. Now take it and eat." I demanded. She let out a groan and took the bowl.
I turned on the TV and sat on Pirates of the Caribbean: the curse of the black pearl.
"So where have you been staying for the last week?" I asked.
"At the Sanctum."
"Why did you change your mind? Did something happen between you and Strange?"
"Yeah."
"What happened?"
"Look, I don't want to talk about. I'm sorry okay. Can't we just watch the movie?"
We finished eating and I grabbed both bowls and went downstairs with them. Thinking about what Stephen could've done.
Natasha's POV
I quickly ran up the stairs and into my room. "He cheated on you?!?!" I yelled.
"No."
"What then?"
"We never were a thing."
I realized I really shouldn't say more. At least not if I wanted to succeed with the plan.
Your POV
I was silently watching the movie when I felt Nat looking at me. "What?" I said looking at her. "Is there something on my face?" I asked. "Yeah, actually there is." She answered. "Wha-" I was cut of by Nat smashing her lips onto mine. I was shocked at first and didn't kiss her back. She removed her lips from mine and looked down. "I'm sorry. I don't kn-" I cut her off by kissing her passionately. She moved forward making me lay down on my back with her on top of me.
I moved my hands around her body, exploring her. She had her right hand cupping my cheek while the other one was holding her up. I moved my right hand down to her thigh and gave it a squeeze gaining a moan from her where I swiftly moved my tongue into her mouth. I moved my hands onto her back pressing her down on me. She was now laying on me completely.
Then there was a phone call. Nat started moving away but I quickly pressed her back onto me and let out a groan of annoyance continuing kissing her. She pressed my shoulders down and raised herself up again. I looked up at her pleadingly. "You should answer that." Nat said. I looked over at my phone to see Stephen calling. I answered it and put the phone up to my ear.
"Yes?"
"Y/n!? Oh thank god you're okay. Where are you? I'll come pick you up."
"Stephen no."
"Please Sparrow."
"No."
I looked over at Nat to see her signaling me to give her the phone, so I did.
Natasha's POV
"She's not available at the moment." I said
"Nat?! Where are you?"
"We were, before you so rudely interrupted us, making out on my bed. Why?"
He didn't answer for a bit. Then he said pleadingly with a shaking voice "can you give her the phone back?"
"No."
"What?"
"Bye bye."
I ended the call and looked at the time: 9 PM. Then I gave Y/n a peck on the lips. She obviously didn't like not getting more so she dragged me down onto her again. I was sitting on her hips while bending down to her lips. She placed her left hand on my hips and her right hand moved slowly up to my cheek. I moved myself a tad bit and accidentally grinded her hips gaining a moan from her.
I did it once more and got another moan. She tightened her grip on my hips which got me to moan. I felt her chest move of laughter under me. I moved away from her to breath a bit. I had a big grin on my face while breathing heavily. She moved her right hand up to my hair to remove some from my face. "You're beautiful." She said while admiring my face. I laid down between her legs, my arms wrapped around her waist while my head was laying on her stomach. She laid her right hand on the back of my head and nuzzled my hair which got me to hum in delight.
"Goodnight." I mumbled. I felt and heard her chuckle before saying "goodnight, love." It was music to my ears to hear har call me pet names.
Your POV
I woke up to my phone exploding with notifications. I felt a pair of arms tightened around my waist and looked down to see Nat laying on my stomach. I was playing with her hair when she started waking up. "Morning, beautiful." I said looking admiring at her. She let out a hum and nuzzled closer to me which got me to chuckle.
"Ugh what the fuck is that sound." She mumbled irritated.
"My phone."
"Shut it off."
"I can't."
"Oh yeah." She answered chuckling a bit. She raised herself from me and sat on the edge of the bed. "I'll go make something to eat. You can take care of... that." She said talking about my phone. I chuckled a bit. She left the room and I went over to pick up the phone. It was all texts from Stephen.
"Y/N PLEASE ANSWER ME!" SS
"Good morning to you too."
"Can I call you?" SS
"No."
"why?" SS
"Don't feel like talking to you."
"What about meeting up? The Starbucks close to the stables?" SS
"I'll think about it."
I put my phone in the pocket in my hoodie and started making my way down the stairs. Just as I came to the last step I heard a loud thud. "Nat?!" I yelled out. I didn't hear an answer so I ran into the kitchen where the thud came from. I saw her sitting down. Her back leaning against the wall. Blood was dripping down her side where a dagger was sitting.
I was panicking even though I've had years of training with stuff like that. "Tell me if the pain worsens." I explained. She nodded a response. I draped her arm over my shoulder and I wrapped my arm around her back to support her over to one of the barstools. I sat her down and looked at the wound. I quickly walked over and washed my hands. I grabbed a cloth and wrapped it around the dagger. Making sure my fingerprints wouldn't get onto it.
"I'll count to three and then I'll rip the dagger out. Okay?" I asked. "Got it." She answered. "1" I said taking a deep breath. I tightened my grip around the dagger, getting ready to take it out. "2" I said quickly ripping it out. "Gah! You fucking bitch!" She yelled. I quickly ripped her shirt over her head and placed it onto the wound. Pressing it onto her tightly. "Hold it here. I'll grab a first-aid kit." I said. I gave her a quick peck on the lips before running over to the kitchen and grabbing a first-aid kit.
I walked over to her sitting the kit down and opening it up. I put on a pair of gloves then I grabbed a needle and thread and quickly got it ready. I placed it back down and took a look at the wound. "No significant injuries other than the gab in your flesh." I mumbled. I kneeled down and grabbed the needle and started sewing her up. As soon as I was done I started cleaning up the left over blood from her skin. I moved back up to a standing position. "There you go, love." I said.
"I didn't know you knew how to do that."
"There's a lot you don't know about me." I answered giving her a peck on the lips. "Let me bandage you up." I quickly grabbed a bandage and wrapped it around her waist. I walked over and removed the gloves, throwing them out. I then washed my hands and made my way back to her.
"Let's get you back to bed. I'll get you something to eat afterwards." I said wrapping her arm around my shoulders and mine around her back. I helped her over to the stairs where I realized I had to carry her. I picked her up bridal style. Making sure not to hurt her in any way. She moved one of her hands to the back of my head and massaged it slightly. I opened the door with a tad bit challenge. I sat her down on the bed and grabbed a new tee for her.
"I'll go get you something to eat and drink and then you can go back to sleep." I said sitting down beside her and removing some of her hair. "Thanks." She mumbled. I chuckled before standing up and walking downstairs. I quickly cleaned up the mess we had made and started making something quick for Nat. I hade made a French toast with a glass of water. I got upstairs again and placed it on the nightstand. She was already sleeping so I decided to take a shower. I did that and changed into a lose fit pair of black ripped jeans with a white and black striped turtleneck and an oversized dark green tee over. I quickly slapped some eyeliner and mascara on and then I did my hair.
Afterwards I texted Stephen.
"20 minutes. Don't be late."
"I'll be there." SS
I quickly wrote on a note to Nat:
I'm at Starbucks. I'll be back in 2 hours. Text me and I'll be back sooner.
Then i jumped out into the car and started driving.
I made my way to the Starbucks near the stables. I walked in and saw Stephen sitting a table, looking out a window. I sat down opposite him and waited for him to begin talking. "Thanks for coming." He said.
"Uh-huh."
He nodded as a response. We sat in an awkward silence before he spoke up again. "I'm sorry for what you saw with me and Clea. I didn't know I meant that much to you." He explained.
"Well you certainly don't anymore." I mumbled.
"You don't mean that."
"Actually I do."
"Sparrow, please. I'm sorry. I really am."
I looked him right in his eyes. I knew he was telling me the truth but I'm over him. We were never a thing so I don't have a reason to be mad at him. "It doesn't matter anymore Vincent." I said. He knew when I used his middle name something was bad. He blinked a few times trying to get the tears away but they fell. The urge to wipe them away was big. I stopped myself from it. I then got a phone call.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey, it's Nat. Come home it's urgent."
"What? Is everything alright?! what happened!?"
"Yes yes just get home."
"Alright see you, love."
"See you, babes."
I ended the call and looked over at Stephen. "Who was that?" He asked. I thought for a bit before saying "my girlfriend. I have to go." I raised myself from the chair and started walking out of the Starbucks. Just as I got out I was hit in the face and knocked out.
I woke up in a dark room tied to a chair. I lighted up a fire in my hand and saw the room was the ones in the tower where we investigated people in. Just as everything clicked, the door opened up and Stephen came running in. The cloak detached from Stephen and wrapped itself around my shoulders and caressed my cheeks. Stephen came and gave me a hug before whispering "it's okay. I'll get you out of here as soon as possible."
He let go and I looked up into his eyes. He sat down on his knees and lifted his hand to my cheek. I flinched and he quickly drew it back. "Sorry." He apologized.
"Can you get these off of me?" I said referring to the handcuffs around my wrist, connecting me to the chair. "No, I need the keys." He answered. I looked down into my lap, letting my head fall. Stephen moved up to hug me again and I rested my head on his chest, letting my tears flood out. He played with my hair making me relax. "Please help me." I whispered in his ear. He let go of me and the door opened. He kissed my forehead and whispered "I will." He backed up and was leaning against the wall. Tony, Agent Coulson, Agent 13, Natasha, Thor, Clint and Steve came through the door. "Hello Sparrow, or is it Basil?" Tony asked.
"Well-uh, you do you, Darlin'." I said with a happy voice. I looked Nat in the eyes and saw a flash of regret, but it quickly disappeared. Sharon moved forward and punched me square in the jaw making me turn my head to the left. I cracked my jaw back in place and started laughing like a maniac. She punched me one the other side which only got me to laugh more.
"For god sake. STOP LAUGHING!!" She yelled punching me thrice. I laughed even louder. She punched me in the nose and I heard a loud crack. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks but I continued to laugh. She was dragged out of the room and everyone except Stephen followed.
As soon as the door was closed he ran over to me and I stopped laughing. He looked at my nose. "It's broken." He mumbled. "Can I?" He asked. "Yes." I answered shortly. He cupped my nose and cracked it back into it's place. I let out a Yelp and tears started to fall once more. He made a first-aid kit appear and quickly cleaned up the blood. "I can't really do more than that at the moment." He whispered wiping away a lose strand of hair and a tear drop.
"Thank you." I mumbled. He cupped my cheeks and kissed me on my forehead again. "I'll get the keys as soon as possible." He said.
"I'm so sorry Stephen. For everything. I-I-I don't know why I- I don't- I just-" I was stumbling over my words. He hushed me and quickly wrapped his arms around me. "I am. I really am sorry." I mumbled into his shoulder. He let go of me and cupped my cheeks, looking into my eyes. I leaned a tad bit forward and so did he. He moved further forward and met me lips in a passionate kiss. I've missed his sweet soft lips on mine. He moved away again. I relaxed as his hands still cupped my cheeks. "I needed that." I whispered. "So did I." He answered with a big grin.
"Wait, weren't you in a relationship?" He asked.
"It didn't work out."
"How so?"
"Meh, Long story."
Then the door bursted open and Loki came running in. "I have the keys." He said. He sat down on his knees and quickly unlocked the handcuffs and I was free to go. I swung my arms around Loki and gave him a tight hug. He gladly returned the hug and nuzzled his head into my shoulder. He released me from the hug and pushed me over to Stephen. "Take care of her and don't come back until I've said otherwise, got it?" Loki instructed. I nodded but Stephen was hesitating. "Stephen please." I begged. He looked down into my pleading eyes and nodded as well.
I gave Loki a quick hug again before walking through the portal which Stephen had made. "Bye Loki." I said. He waved at us and we returned into the sanctum. I immediately fell but Stephen caught me and picked me up bridal style. He carried me to the living room where Clea came running into the room. "Stephen, I'm glad you're home so..." she stopped dead in her tracks. Stephen sat me down and helped me over to the sofa. I sat down and he gave me a kiss on the forehead.
Clea grabbed him and dragged him over to her. "Why is she here?!" She yelled pointing at me. "I could ask you the same." I said rolling my eyes. She walked over to me and kneeled down to my height. "That's right. Kneel for me." I said. She got irritated and punched me in my face. Right in the nose. I started laughing at her petty try to make me respect her. She grabbed my hair and threw me of the couch. I heard Stephen yell for her to stop but she ignored him. Right before I landed on the ground, the cloak caught me. "Thank you." I whispered to the cloak.
She looked at me baffled. "Why is it protecting her?!" Clea yelled. The cloak flew up making me stand straight. Blood was trailing down from my nose. I felt a burning sensation in my chest. I closed my eyes and felt the power surge through my veins to my finger tips. I opened my eyes and saw fire in my hands. I looked over at Stephen to ask for permission to burn a bitch. He looked away and made his way out of the living room to the kitchen. I smirked and looked back to Clea. She looked at me shocked before shaking her head and making her powers appear as a weapon. "This is gonna be easy." I said to myself. "No it won't." She said. I threw a fireball at her throwing her backwards into the wall and making her clothes set on fire.
Stephen stood in the entrance of the living room watching us. I turned of the fire and threw a bunch of smaller fireballs towards her. She dodge the first one but the rest hit her all over her body, setting her on fire again. I flew over and grabbed her throat picking her up with me. "Yippee Kay yay motherfucker." I said throwing her out of a window. The cloak let me sit down on the sofa again and I thanked it. It detached from me and flew over to a corner just floating there. "I've got tea." Stephen said walking over to me and sitting down.
"With milk and honey?" I asked.
"Yep, just the way you like it." He said. "Oh let me take care of your nose first." He sat down both cups of tea and raised his hands around my nose. "This might hurt a bit." He said. He cracked my nose back into place again and started healing my nose. I heard small cracks here and there, and the pain was quite bad but not anything I couldn't handle. He let his hands fall down. I bend forward and grabbed my cup of tea and took a sip. "Thanks." I mumbled.
We had been talking and laughing since the fight. Where I, of course, easily beat Clea. Stephen stopped talking and looked deep into my eyes. I cupped his cheeks and leaned forward to kiss him. Which he gladly returned. It was only a quick peck on the lips.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and made him fall backwards onto the couch with me on top. He let out a chuckle as I nuzzled into his chest.
Weeks went on with days like those. Days were we where cuddled up together, doing nothing. Of course Stephen had to help protect the reality from time to time. But other than that we didn't do anything for nearly 5 weeks. We were also now officially Boyfriend and Girlfriend.
It was the start of a new week when Stephen had been called out for saving our reality. I was chilling on our couch when I heard a loud bang! I looked up and quickly changed into my suit and decided to go investigate. I grabbed my dagger in my right hand and had a ball of fire ready in the other. I got to the front door and saw a group of SHIELD agents. I quickly knocked everyone out except Sharon. I had my dagger pressed against her throat while standing behind her. "How I've missed you, darlin'." I said sarcastically.
"You can't get out of this one, Y/l/n."
"Oh trust me. I can do what I wanna do."
I pushed her away and we started fighting. Since she didn't have anything else than a gun, I quickly gained control. I mean come on. A gun? How petty.
"I'm going to kill you!" Sharon insisted.
"Now now, Sharon, Play nicely."
She got irritated and threw herself against me. I grabbed her by the neck and chocked slammed her down into the floor. I stood up right in front of her and let out a laugh.
"You're a monster!" She yelled.
"Come oooon. What did you expect?" I joked.
Then I heard a repulser charging. "Could you stop doing that?" I said irritated at Tony. "Not really no." Tony answered. I started fighting Tony when a force lifted me off the ground. "Seriously Wanda?" I asked. "Sorry." I heard Wanda answer.
I felt myself slowly loosing control over my mind and body, and then blackness.
I woke up in a cell. It looked like one of them from the tower. Great. Just great. I looked around to find the security cameras. One was in the corner while another was out in the hall. I looked up at the one in my cell. I knew they'd be able to hear me. "When's dinner?" I asked, knowing they'd be pissed. Imagine though? The first thing you're prisoner does is ask for dinner? Not even going to have a panic attack or anything. Like where's the fun in that?
"You won't be getting any." I heard Fury's voice. He moved out from the dark and stood in front of my glass cell.
"Great, don't wanna ruin my diet."
"Y/n. You are currently under maximum security. You won't be able to escape."
"Fine by me."
I laid down in the bed. I looked over at Fury and saw him roll his eyes at me. "Do I get to have visitors?" I asked. "Depends on your behavior." He answered. I heard him leave the prison cells when I didn't answer. I looked back up at the camera and winked at them. How irritated they must be. Love it.
I was laying on the bed when I heard someone running towards my cell. I moved up to a sitting position and saw Loki standing in front of my cell. I jumped up and moved towards the glass to look at him better. He had been fighting to get in here. "Hello there tough guy." I smiled at him.
"Still haven't lost your enthusiasm I see?"
"Nope. Gotta keep a positive mental attitude."
I started pacing around in my cell. My hands behind my back. I felt Loki's presence in my cell. I turned around and saw him standing behind me. I looked into his eyes trying to see if he was an illusion or the real deal. I saw tears forming in his eyes. It was the real deal. I smiled and quickly ran towards him and jumped wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. "I've missed you." I mumbled into the crook of his neck.
He stood awkwardly for a bit before wrapping his arms around my waist and buried his head into the crook of my neck.
"I have missed you as well, darlin'."
He sat down on my bed with me still around him. I removed myself from him and sat down besides him. We started talking and laughing. I've missed Loki so much. We had been talking for what felt like forever when Thor walked over to my cell. He noticed Loki in my cell and shook his head. "Dinner is ready, brother." He said.
"I won't be participating."
"You have to."
"Do not. Now leave."
They were arguing with each other for a while until I decided to say something. "Loki go eat. It's not like I can run off anywhere." I said shooing Loki away. Loki let out a groan of annoyance as he raised himself and teleported out of my cell. I waved goodbye to both brothers and they gladly waved back.
I laid back onto my bed and relaxed. I had been laying in my bed the entire night and it was now approximately around 3 AM. I heard footsteps coming to my cell. It was Loki. He teleported into my cell. I looked up at him and saw he was in his frost giant form. "Nightmare?" I asked. He nodded a yes and I raised myself from the bed and walked over to hug him. I led him to my bed and he sat down. I sat down beside him and he wrapped his arms around me.
I calmed him down by nuzzling his hair. He let go of me and let out a yawn. "Lay down and get some rest." I instructed. He did as told and quickly fell asleep. I sat down on my floor and started meditating like Stephen taught me. If I did it correctly I would be able to get into contact with him.
I felt a connection and tried speaking to him. "Stephen?" I asked.
"Y/n?" He answered.
"I'm in the avengers tower. In the cells."
"I'm coming as soon as possible."
I lost the connection and came back to reality. I laid down on the floor looking up into the ceiling. My mind was empty. I started thinking about when I was a kid and taught myself how to play the guitar. I wonder if I'm still able to play on it. I was awake the rest of the night pondering over weird stuff.
"Good morning." Loki said.
"Morning."
Wait. Loki can teleport stuff. "You can teleport stuff, correct?" I asked.
"Well I suppose so yes."
"Can you teleport a guitar?"
"Well I can give it a try."
And out of nowhere he made a black acoustic guitar appear. "Thanks." I said as he handed it to me. I quickly tuned it and got ready to play feel good inc. by gorrilaz.
As I finished, Loki clapped and cheered me on. I laughed a little at it and Loki started laughing as well.
"Maybe you should've considered becoming a musician instead of a criminal." I heard Tony's voice. I ignored him and started playing random parts from random melodies that I could just about remember. He let out a sigh before saying: "you have a visitor."
"Who is it?" Loki asked.
"The Wizard."
I looked up at Loki and he gave a nod. Then he teleported out beside Tony and they walked away. I heard footsteps coming to my cell again. My back was turned towards the glass as I was playing with a small flame in my hand.
"Hello sweetheart." Stephen spoke. I turned around and saw him standing in my cell with a sad smile. "Hello." I answered looking back down on my hand. I turned of the flame and laid my hand back down on my lap. Stephen sat down in front of me and grabbed my hand placing a small kiss on my knuckles. I smiled a bit at it which only got him to kiss it more. I ended up laughing since his beard was tickling.
He stopped and looked up into my eyes and placed a kiss on my lips. I returned it and he let out a hum of delight. I chuckled at him and wrapped my arms around his neck. We moved away from the kiss and I chuckled a bit to see a big grin on Stephens face. He picked me up and placed me in his lap. I immediately buried my head into the crook of his neck as he massaged my back.
"Step away from the prisoner." You heard fury's voice. You rolled your eyes. tightened your grip around him and wrapped your legs around Stephen. He stood up and let both his arm fall to his side's. I chuckled a bit at it. "Looks as though I don't have much of a choice." Stephen said. He wrapped his arms around me again and let me down. As soon as I stood on the ground I gave him a quick peck on the lips. I looked over at Fury and saw he was standing with someone.
"This right here, is your therapist." Fury said
"No thanks, Nicholas."
"That's not an opportunity."
I looked over at the guy he was standing with. He looked like someone I knew. British. I don't know why but I had a feeling he was British. I looked at him for a bit deducing who and what he was. He looked around 40-ish. No pets. Quite the playboy. Extremely confident. He had black hair. Stubbles for a beard. Black-ish brown-ish eyes. He smiled at me with a toothy grin. White teeth. He was dressed in a black tuxedo. Rich.
"Who may you be?" I asked.
"Why you're therapist of course." He answered. Yep British.
"And what's your name?"
"Lucifer."
I looked at him shocked.
"Last name?"
"Morningstar."
I looked over at Stephen. He wasn't believing him.
"Wait so- so you're telling us that you're the Devil?" Stephen asked.
"I'm afraid so yes." The so called Lucifer answered.
"Why in the nine realms would I want the devil as my therapist?" I asked.
"Y/n just do it." Fury said.
"Nicholas Joseph Fury, if you don't shut the fuck up I will fucking destroy you." I threatened.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Fury answered.
Stephen turned to me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "You should go talk to him. I'll be here again tomorrow morning." He whispered. His hot breath on my lips. "I don't want to leave you. Not again." I answered. "Then I'll stay the night." He said. I smiled sadly and gave him a peck on the lips and turned back around. "Fine I'll do it." I said.
I was sitting on a couch with the one and only Lucifer bloody Morningstar. AKA The Devil. In front of me.
"Tell me again why the Devil is my therapist?" I asked
"Well I'm a bit more than just you're therapist."
"You do look familiar. Have I threatened you before?"
"No. Quite the opposite actually."
He fired of a toothy smile. I looked at him confused.
"Already forgot all the years down with me and your family?" He asked.
"My family is dead. My mom killed my dad and I killed my mom."
"Why your real family of course!"
I was even more confused now. His smile slowly faded.
"You really don't remember me?" He asked. I shook my head no. He sat down beside me and grabbed my hand. He looked into my eyes. With a blink of the eye his skin turned red. Eyes red as well. I moved my hand up hesitantly. "Can I?" I asked. "Go ahead." He answered. I touched his skin. It was as if it was all burned. "You really are the Devil." I mumbled.
"And you, Dear, is the Devil's daughter." He said with a toothy smile. I shook my head no again and moved away from him. "No. No that's not possible." Tears was forming in my eyes.
"I'm afraid so."
"Nope. Nein. No. Nah. Nej."
He kept on smiling. He pressed his hand firmly onto my forehead and I felt something tinkle. He grabbed his phone to show me what had happened. I looked like him but younger and more feminine. "Still don't believe me?" He asked with a smile. "So, I'm immortal?" I asked. He nodded a yes. "Anything more I need to know?" I asked.
"Well you're half angel, half Devil." He smiled. A knock sounded on the door. "Times up!" Someone yelled. "Till next time." Lucifer said as I walked out the door. The guard, or what ever he was, put handcuffs on me and followed me down to my cell. I was alone once again. I sat down in the middle of my cell and started meditating.
I felt pain grow in my back. It got worse and worse. I heard Bones cracking and it felt like my skin was being ripped open. I let out a pained scream. And then it ended. Just like that. I looked to the side and saw a giant white wing with beautiful white feathers. It looked magnificent. I looked to the other side and there was another wing looking just like the first one. I was low key having a panic attack but I hid it.
The avengers came running to my cell all suited up. I looked at them and crossed my arms over my chest. They looked at me surprised. "What?" I asked.
"Since when could you do that?" Bucky asked. I only shrugged and started pacing my cell. I stopped and looked at them again. I saw Loki and Bucky give a signal to each other. Bucky moved over to Steve and whispered something in his ear. Then Steve moved over to fury and whispered something to him. He gave a signal meaning everyone except Bucky and Loki had to leave.
I felt like a monster. I've always felt like a monster but the fact that I'm not even human just makes it so much worse. I sat down on my floor with my back leaning against a wall. My wings was hidden under my shirt.
Loki and Bucky teleported into my cell and stood in front of me. Loki grabbed my hand and pulled me into a group hug with Bucky. "You don't seriously believe that you are a monster. Do you?" Loki asked. I moved away from them and showed them my "real" form. With wings and all. "I am a monster." I whispered under my breath.
I knew Loki was a frost giant but his form was beautiful. They both dragged me into a group hug again. "Your beautiful, doll." Bucky whispered. "Yes I know. But just not when I'm looking like this." I mumbled back. "You are beautiful, you moron. No matter what." Loki chuckled. I tightened my grip around both of the boys.
We released each other from the hug. The boys sat down on my bed and I sat down in front of the bed. "So how long have you been able to do that?" Loki asked.
"Apparently forever but I don't remember it."
"So you're a demon?" Bucky asked.
"Half. According to the Bible, and all of that, my dad, Lucifer, is a fallen angel so he's technically an angel. So I suspect my mother was a demon."
We had been talking a bit before they had to go for a mission. I was sitting alone in my cell. I just realized I hadn't slept for 4 days straight. I was tired yes but I couldn't sleep. The nightmares were to much. Especially when I'm alone. i really just wanted Stephen. My Stephen.
Oh god he doesnt even know about me being the Devils daughter. how do i tell him? he's gonna hate me. He'll just leave me. I sat down in a corner and let tears flod out into silent sobs. Everything was to much. I'll be alone again. Fighting my own battle completly alone. i curled into a ball with my back still leaning on the wall. how pathetic i am. of course he'd leave me.
I jumped up to a standing position and punched the wall over and over again till my hands were numb and started bleeding. I backed up into a wall and slowly fell to the ground again. Tears slowly falling from my cheeks. It was all to much. My hands were laying limp by my sides.
It was now dark outside and there was blood all over the floor. My wings had came back out and was hiding me from the other people. i heard a portal open and then footsteps. they stopped abrobtebly. i let my wings go back under my shirt and i looked up at Stephen. i offered him a week smile but he didn't return it. He picked me up and laid me on my bed. He started making a spell. most likely to heal my hands.
He was quickly done and looked around my cell to find out what had happened. "what made you so angry, Y/n?" he asked sitting down besides me. i didn't answer and just looked away. i sat up and moved back so i could lean on the wall. he placed his hand on my thigh and looked into my eyes, searching for an answer. i looked back at him and tears started forming in my eyes again. i looked down and felt the tears fall. "i'm a monster." i mumbled under my breath hoping he wouldn't hear me.
"why would you say that?" he asked cupping my cheeks. i looked up at him again and showed him my "real" face. he removed his hands from me and i moved away from him. i let my head fall and go back to normal. tears was falling again. "do you believe me now?" i asked with a shaky voice. "what you look like doesn't make you a monster." he tried to reasure.
"then what does?" i asked looking at him again.
"it's whats inside that makes someone a monster."
"how reasurring."
he looked at me and moved closer to me. He dragged me into a hug and brushed his hand through my hair. "you're out of hydras mind manipulation. therefor you are no monster." he whispered. "i still killed people after that." i answered him, "yeah but they were all criminals." he continued. "Try telling the rest of the world that." I mumbled. He let go of me and looked into my eyes.
"Would you shut it for once and stop thinking about other people's thoughts!?" He raised his voice at me. I flinched and moved away from him. He grabbed my hand and I flinched again.
He took a deep breath and relaxed. He slowly moved his hand to my cheek and dried away a tear I hadn't noticed. He made me look into his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to scare you." He said sincerely.
He raised himself from the bed and made a portal. He went inside and came out shortly after with a cup of tea and a plate of French toast. "Eat. Please." He said handing me the plate.
I quickly ate it all and he looked at me weirdly. "What?" I asked.
"When was the last time you ate?"
"Like three days ago."
I saw his eyes turn dark with anger. "Did they get you something to drink?" He asked. His voice was angry. I looked down and shook my head no. He handed me the cup of tea and then left through a portal again. I sat the stuff aside and decided to lay down and relax but I accidentally fell into a disturbing sleep.
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Fragments of Skin and Alcohol | JJK
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Summary: You don’t remember much, but you remember them...
Genre: Choose your own adventure, amnesia au, fluff
Warnings: Alcohol and cursing (honestly, it’s really not that bad)
Rating: PG-13?
Word Count: 2k Words
A/N: My inspiration after writing the past four stories every single day for four days straight made my brain flop but also run with more ideas at the same time oh my god. A real mess of a timeline I’ve got going...
Someone tell me why I wrote the aftermath of a breakup before the actual relationship? My timeline writing actually went 7, 2, 1, 3, 6, 5, 4. I know I said I’d publish in chronological order, but I take it back. You guys are smart people.
Header by the talented and amazing @dnrequests
Timeline Place: 6
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You were suffocating, swaying amongst the crowd, the bass rattling your bones. The stench of sweat slicking down skin and alcohol burning throats filled the air. The flashing lights left your eyes to adjust over and over, the alcohol buzzing in your veins and making you stumble. Yeah, you were a little buzzed, but not too bad.
You usually didn’t drink away your problems, but you had a big problem. The ending of a long term relationship was always hard, especially when you had been so sure that you loved him. You grimaced at the thought of his face and clutched your cup tighter, taking a large swig.
You made your way to the edge of the room, leaning against the wall to get your bearings. Your makeup was probably ruined and the dress your friends had made you wear didn’t leave much to the imagination.
You had never been a fan of dresses, often preferring a suit, but they had insisted and you had decided to get out of your comfort zone a bit. You were a little jealous at how easily they were able to go out and show off everything they got. Jennie was beautiful after all and so were Jisoo and Rose. How did they meet an ugly duckling like you? Who knew.
You placed your sweaty palms against the wall, dropping your empty cup onto the ground. A part of you knew you should pick it up, but your mind immediately hissed aw, fuck it. It sounded like something your boyfr-ex boyfriend would chastise you about. And fuck him.
But even that was hard to think about because you didn’t hate him. It didn’t even end on a bad note or anything, you both just sort of went your separate ways. While you wallowed in your misery, you didn’t note the figure leaning against the wall beside you. He cleared his throat loudly and you jumped a little, turning to look at him.
The man had doe eyes and his hair was swept to one side, the wave hanging in his eyes. You ogled him with no qualms; alcohol was funny like that. Fear? You hadn’t heard of it since...you once again lamented a lost love. The man, however, was well built, with well shaped muscles and a slim waist. You averted your eyes, regaining a sense of dignity. The man looked like...a literal god.
“Rough night?” He asked gently, his voice softer than you expected for his look. He pulled off the edgy vibe well enough.
“More like a rough life.” You barked without thinking, wanting to slap yourself for how...out of control you felt.
“Yeah, I get that.” He crossed his arms, eyes glancing over the sea of people. Then he turned to you.
“Want to head out? Some fresh air would be nice.” He smiled a little, reaching out to touch your arm.
Your eyes flickered from his face to his arms, to his hand on upper arm. Then you pulled away, the touch and gesture feeling all too familiar.
“Don’t do that!” You exclaimed, out of all the thoughts flying through your head. He raised an eyebrow, backing away slightly.
“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, his voice almost lost in the music. You shook your head, trying to get a grip, trying to think straight.
“No, no, it’s just….don’t try and pull a fast one on me, okay?”
“A fast one?”
“Being all nice and handsome and then turning around, springing a relationship and love confessions all over me like-like-like a...a..” You trailed off, forgetting what you were trying to say. The man seemed amused by this.
“I won’t, I swear.” He held up his hands. You glanced at his calloused hands, rough and worn. “I’m Jungkook, why don’t I just drive you home?”
“I’m Y/N...and Why should I trust you?” You crossed your arms, your common sense not completely null.
“I don’t know, maybe you shouldn’t.” He shrugged.
“That’s reassuring.”
But the twinkle in his eye and the alluring nature of his posture pulled you closer. Jungkook didn’t really give off a threatening aura. You finally just nodded and let him lead you through the party.
“Try anything weird and I won’t hesitate to call the cops.” You clarified. He simply smiled and hummed in agreement.
His hands were strong and elegant. It was a thought that hit you quite randomly as you sat in the car. The low rumble of the road below, the silence making your ears ring in contrast to the music of the club, made for a peaceful moment.
He focused on the road ahead, not engaging in conversation, but you attributed it to him being a keen observer. You weren’t really in the mood to talk, the high of the night wearing off.
“You know, when I was younger, my mother always drove me around when I couldn’t sleep. She’d pack a late night snack, strap me into the back, and just...drive.” The man said, breaking the silence.
You nodded a little, your hair pressed against the window. The yellowish orange glow of the streetlamps passed you by on the highway. The road was almost deserted at this hour.
“You look pretty young still, Jungkook, too young to talk about ‘when you were younger’.” You smiled softly. You heard him shift in his seat slightly, taking a glance at you.
Then he dipped his head. You watched him turn and indicate out of your peripheral vision.
“My point is, I like driving. It calms me.” He stated, his voice light and lilting. Another beat. “Tell me something about yourself.”
“Why?”
“I told you something about me.”
You scoffed but thought for a moment.
“My friend, Jennie, when we were in elementary school, she accidentally fell off the slide and chipped her front tooth. Good thing it was already wiggly, but it still looked gnarly.” You said. He snorted.
“Okay, but that’s not about you.”
“Why do you want to know about me?” You rolled your eyes.
“I just want to find out more about the beautiful stranger I’m driving home.”
“And maybe I want to find out more about the beautiful man that’s driving?”
You watched the corners of his lips pull upwards.
“I’m sorry, I’m not the best at...talking to people, anyone.” He said sheepishly and the car fell into silence. You waited a few minutes, the alcohol beginning to make you sleepy.
“I think you’re doing a fine job so far.” You mumbled, but you knew he heard it.
“Thanks.”
You returned to watching the window. The passing cars lit up the interior every now and then. His black leather seats must be hot when it was sunny. You weren’t quite sure why that was the first thing to come to mind, but you weren’t sure why anything was happening.
The loss of control was exactly what you needed tonight, but it was also such an awful feeling. It made your stomach churn, fearing you might not be able to make the right decisions. You were trusting Jungkook to be an honest man.
He slowly pulled into a residential neighborhood, your house nearby. You blinked, seeing the familiar surroundings. You instantly shot up, remembering self defense 101.
“W-wait, let me out here.” You stuttered. Never let a stranger know where you live.
Jungkook didn’t even flinch, remaining in a calm and level tone. His hands were loose on the steering wheel. His eyes didn’t even strain from the road.
“If you’re worried about me knowing your address, you gave me it at the beginning of the drive.” He said plainly and you let yourself relax.
You just needed to remind yourself to kick your drunk self’s ass later. You leaned back and rested your head against the headrest, groaning in frustration at yourself.
“I really didn’t drink a lot.” You murmured.
“I can see that.” He replied sarcastically.
“Seriously!”
“How many drinks did you have?”
“One...two...three...five...I dunno, lost count.” You mumbled, let your eyes flutter closed. You were feeling awfully sleepy.
He eyed you out of his peripheral and then slowly pulled up to your house. Then, he parked, went around to the passenger side, and opened your door. You remained still. Jungkook sighed, gnawing anxiously at his lip as he looked from you to your front door.
The man tapped his foot anxiously. He could carry you inside, but that would mean he A) had your house keys and B) you would let a stranger into your house. Besides, that kind of thing really only happened in fanfiction, right? You didn’t even open your eyes, knowing what he pondered.
“If you’re thinking of carrying me into my house, bridal style,” You slowly opened your eyes and stretched your arms, your knuckles brushing against the roof. “Then you are sorely mistaken, big guy.”
Then you gathered your things, made your way out of the car, stumbling a few steps, and walked to your front door. You fumbled with your keys before finding the right one. Your frustration only grew as the keyhole kept moving. He watched you, amused.
“Well, little miss, it looks like you’re having some trouble there.” Jungkook swooped in and fit the key to the hole, even helping to turn it. You flushed a scarlet red, and not just because of the alcohol.
The quiet street felt so still in that moment. You didn’t dare move or make a sound, lest you disturb the leaves. The soft ding of the car door alarm beeped across the emptiness. You took a deep breath and then turned to face him, your faces a few mere inches apart.
“Thanks for the ride.” You whispered, voice hushed.
His eyes searched yours and your lips craved his, your hands wished to roam his body. And damn him for being so alluring to your drunken state, Your eyes flickered to his lips and he didn’t miss the action. It had been a while...it was time to move on, even for a brief moment.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, a husky tone to his voice.
You answered by leaning in and pressing your lips to his. Your hands moved to his shoulders and his arms fell to your waist. He pulled your body flush against his, fighting for dominance, which you gladly gave. In an instant, he pulled away, let you catch your breath. Jungkook shot you a small smile, far too timid for someone who just kissed you so boldly.
“The rest will be saved for later, yeah?” He said shyly.
“Later?”
He dipped his head and you found yourself smiling, truly, for the first time in months.
The next morning, you woke up, head pounding. You yawned, watching as the sunlight filtered through your curtains and then across the wooden planks of your bedroom. You carefully stepped onto the cold floorboards, wrapping a soft robe around your body.
With a sigh, you pressed your fingers to your lips. What had you done? Sure, it was a pleasant memory and not unwelcome, the memory of his lips against yours, but was this okay? Moving on, even though it had been months, it still felt like you were cheating.
You slipped on your fuzzy slippers and ran your fingers through your hair. Your fingers caught on the loose strands and the knotted ends. Then, you opened the door of your house with a slow creak. There, on your doorstep, was a note weighted down under a stone.
How about we meet in the daytime? I’d love to get to know you :) - Jungkook
You smiled softly to yourself, rereading the simple words over and over again. Yeah, it was time to move on from your last partner. His messy handwriting and even cuter smiley face had you smiling far too wide for so early in the morning. And they say chivalry is dead.
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is there a reason that you portray ludwig as a cainhurst man? does something point towards it in canon? i love the concept but am beyond curious
I think if you string a few things together via lore you can make the argument, without being able to prove or disprove it either way.
(I’m not the first to point out any of this btw, all credit to precedent lore-hunting) -
Cainhurst has several visual references to horses, including the castle’s mounted knight statues not found anywhere else; the spurs on the boots of the male Cainhurst noble's garb; the reiterspallach’s literal meaning of rider’s broadsword; the NPCs called, in English, Indentured Chevaliers. In French, the noble’s getup is translated as Chevalier - which can mean simply knight (as in the military rank) but does also literally mean mounted combatant. This is why, in my writing, Ludwig has the formal title of Chevalier - because of his ancestry.
Outside of the Cainhurst context, there are almost no references to horses or mounted fighting within Yharnam itself. Take all of that and apply it to the fact that Ludwig looks a lot like he was riding a horse when he succumbed to the scourge, and you’ve got a connection, if a little tenuous - but so is most speculation in Bloodborne. If I were to argue this as an art historian, I’d slap a footnote on this with some caveats but I’d still put it forward.
For my own narrative purposes - I’m going to assume you’ve read my work and that’s why you’re asking - it makes for a fairly compelling “outsider” perspective to the intricacies of Yharnam, and a different lived experience/history when I’m writing from his POV. The overt xenophobia of Yharnamites and the tension with Cainhurst are rich textural and plot elements for storytelling - there’s more than one way to lose your humanity, and being a foreigner in a hostile environment is one. It also creates opposition and variation alongside both Gehrman and especially Laurence: Ludwig, a member of the landed gentry who has never wanted for anything in his life but still feels duty-bound to be of service; in contrast to Laurence, who grasps at every advantage he can get and still acts like the world owes him.
Ty for the ask :) Here is an unironically pretty WIP of Ludwig in some Cainhurst-inspired costume ideation.
#ask#bloodborne#ludwig the holy blade#*slaps him like the roof of a car* this beautiful man can fit so much ornament on him#I know there are some folks out there who have done cainhurst lore deep dives so feel free to add if I've missed something#wip#still going through the ask box
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The Songbirds
Serina sighed as she brushed some of her hair from her face. She never liked dealing with such problems, but still, her girls were her first priority. No matter how much money they could make, if they felt sufficiently threatened, they were allowed to refuse a client. Normally, they had people who would assist them if they were close enough, they usually waited in a room over, but tonight, one of the new girls hadn’t had that protection. Apparently, he saw fit to go and grab drinks. She would deal with him later, right now, she had other things to deal with, namely, protecting her investment.
It wasn’t hard to find the room they were in, with the shouting so easily heard. Serina normally would’ve calmly knocked on a door, but tonight, her patience ran thin. So she instead planted one foot and then lashed the other out in a kick that knocked it down. The woman strode into the room, the client’s hand had been reared back, preparing to strike the cowering woman in front of him, and instead he looked at her, shock on his face.
“What the fuck? Who the fuck are-”
Whatever else he had to say was quickly cut off when Serina’s hand lashed out in a backhanded slap, sending him onto the bed, reeling. Serina turned to face the girl, looking at the bruises on her face and fingerprints that were forming on her wrist and arm. Said girl was shaking, at least until she saw Serina offer a hand. She slowly took it, and was brought to her feet.
“I-I’m sorry Miss Serina, I tried getting away, but-”
Serina placed a finger on her lips, a frown on her face. She shook her head, the fault wasn’t hers, she had done what she was supposed to. The fault laid purely on the guard who was supposed to be doing his job protecting her girls. He had failed, and as a consequence, she had a girl who would likely be afraid of coming back out for a bit. No matter, there were other jobs she could do. One that wouldn’t put her into risk until she decided she wanted otherwise.
“What’s your name, darling?”
“Joanna, ma’am.”
“Joanna...That’s a very beautiful name. Go on and wait in the car outside. They’ll keep you safe. I must take care of business here. With both your guard and this...Scum.”
Joanna nervously nodded, and walked out, careful to avoid the man slumped over, who had begun to come to his senses. Perhaps Serina hadn’t smacked hard enough. How irritating, no matter, she would correct her mistake soon. She calmly took a seat on the bed in front of him, crossing one leg over the other as she watched him stumble to his feet, rubbing his jaw. She smirked as she saw the bruise already forming on the spot, and simply looked up at him. Watching as his features twisted into a snarl.
“You bitch, who do you think you are?! Do you know what I could do to you? Who I know? Do you know who I am?!”
She continued to look at him, uncaring even as spittle flew into her face. How disgusting, another big fish in a small pond who didn’t know when he was in the face of an apex predator. She was content to let him scream, dealing with angry men was common in her profession. Either way, it wasn’t like he’d be angry for long. After all, he would have to pay for what he did. Nobody put their hands on her girls.
How funny, she became a madam as a means of gaining more money for herself. She took a cut of the profits the girls made, and put it towards her own goals. Somewhere along the way, she supposed that she had begun to feel for the girls, after all, they were women in the same business as she was. Serina had seen them at their lowest, shared in their grief, either some got pregnant while on the job and had to give the babies away, or she comforted the ones who weren’t so lucky in their final moments. She shared in their joy, a particularly good paying John could feed them for a while, or had extra cash to save for a rainy day. In the end, her songbirds were the closest thing she had to family.
“Are you listening to me?!”
Ah, right. She still needed to deal with the problem at hand. She sighed and placed a hand on her chin. How boring, having to sit here and listen to some spoiled brat of a man rant and rave to her. Demanding her respect when he had no power here. She watched as he reared his hand back, and before he could react, or strike her, she caught his wrist and held it there.
“Unfortunately...Yes, I am. I’m here wasting my time with a child who’s used to getting his way, and frankly, I have better things to do. I would’ve been perfectly fine with reimbursing you, had you not placed your hands on Joanna.”
Serina watched as his look of rage was replaced with a wince, as she began to apply more pressure to his wrist. She stood, the bored look slowly giving way to growing irritation, and she leaned close, getting in his face.
“I know everything about you. I know that you have a wife, and three children at home, that you’re some rich CEO. Oh, I even know the things you use your daddy’s money to cover up. You’ve been a very bad boy. So now it falls to me to punish you.”
She continued to apply pressure, watching as he tried to pull away. Instead, she used her free hand to grab him by the chin. Forcing him to look into her eyes. As she smiled, something seemed wrong, as if the smile was too wide...Too sweet, his brain had been sounding alarms and yet he couldn’t get away. How was this woman so strong? He worked out, could take down guys his size, yet here she was, holding him like a parent would hold an unruly child.
He felt small, as if he were a child again, staring down an angry father. Though his father couldn’t kill him, but this...this thing in the shape of a woman could.
“You should be happy. I’m giving you a death that’s better than you deserve.”
Her voice was low, sultry as she leaned in, pressing their lips together. His eyes widened, under normal circumstances, he’d have gladly kissed back, but this woman had shown herself to have nothing but malicious intent for him. Something was wrong, why wasn’t his body obeying him? He wanted to pull away, yet, he couldn’t move, why couldn’t he move?
Serina hummed into the kiss, waiting for his mouth to open once the involuntary moan sounded. That didn’t take long, and her tongue slid into his mouth, tasting him, the lingering traces of alcohol and cigarettes were there. This was common for her, after all, what better way to take someone’s soul? He’d live, but as a part of her, among the thousands of screaming souls within her. A fate worse than death to most. She hummed softly as she turned them, moving so that his body would hit the bed, and she could work in peace.
He felt cold, colder than he had ever felt in his life. What was she doing to him? Why did it feel as if something was being ripped away? He wanted to scream for help, for someone, anyone to discover them. To stop her, to save him. He would do anything, he’d stop cheating on his wife, he would stop harassing the women at work, he’d become an honest, god-fearing man like his father had been, just someone, anyone save him!
Serina hummed as her hands cupped his cheeks, and she continued her work, pulling back ever so slightly as a wisps of light began to leave his body and enter through her mouth. He belonged to her now, whether he wanted it or not. Gradually, she felt the struggle lessen, and his body slowly went limp in her arms. She climbed off of him, wiping her lips with the back of her sleeve. Clinically, it’d look as if he had a heart attack and died, well...If they found the body. It was second nature for her to summon a bit of the void to consume the body. It could chew on that for a while. Sighing, she adjusted her jacket, humming softly as she stared at the open door...Noticing the next target of her ire.
“Ah, good, you saved me the trouble of finding you. I pay you to protect my girls from rowdy Johns, and you decided to go off and drink. Come here.”
Under normal circumstances, he would’ve ran, after all, he just watched this woman kill a man by kissing him. What kind of person could do that? Yet, his body felt a compulsion to obey, as if her voice was the sweetest thing he had ever heard. A voice that had been low, dangerous, yet alluring all the same. His body moved against his will, and he stood in front of her, wanting to run, the sweat beading across his forehead becoming more obvious.
“Consider yourself...Relieved of duty. Why don’t you take a walk? Right off the balcony. I’m sure you can use the fresh air to cool down.”
His mind raced, yet his body moved, and he opened the door to the balcony, and kept walking, until his body fell over the edge. Serina listened to the screams, though they didn’t last too long, and judging by the sound of a car alarm going off, he must have landed on some poor bastard’s roof. Oh well, it wasn’t her issue anymore. For now, she would make sure Joanna got home safely, and help her clean up.
Nobody hurt her girls, and if they did? Well...Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
#I'm Feeling Bored Inside This Shell (IC; Serina)#drabble tag#violence cw#suicide cw#tagging just in case
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Werewolf Boyfriend and Girlfriend (part 4/??) (Anita and Nathan
It’s my birthday and I feel like posting about werewolves. I promise I’m writing more of Torug’s story. Hope it’s alright!
Looking around the house I notice that while it’s amazing and beautiful. It is a little run down. Nothing too bad, floors need to be sanded down and refinished. Getting rid of the old paint and repainting the whole house both outside and inside. Some piping in both the bathrooms and the kitchen needing to be replaced. It seemed like maybe some electrical wires would need to be replaced. But it was things that could be done over time. (Except the electrical wiring that was something I would have to do if I decided on the house.
“So this is the old Ketterlog house, it has six bedrooms four and a half bathrooms. Large kitchen and a finished attic that they used for office space. They did have both heating and AC installed about 10 years ago now. Relatively new roof, they replaced that about three years ago.” Kyros droned on about everything that was in the house. I wandered around the largest bedroom which was pretty large and looked out on the yard. There was an indoor pool, the building the pool was housed in an old Victorian greenhouse. Roses were everywhere. And some larger trees giving shade.
Overall it was a beautiful house, larger than what I wanted but the price was right below my budget and it was something I would be able to just straight-up purchase instead of having to get a loan like I was afraid of. I walked back down to the kitchen to just look at it.
The large kitchen was bright and airy with subway tile and splashes of green throughout bringing a splash of color to an otherwise white kitchen. I looked at the older model fridge and stove, realizing that I would have to replace these eventually. I place my purse on the island in the center and turned to Kyros.
“So I know it’s listed at $500,000 but that can’t be right. I’ve seen houses like this go for millions of dollars, hell houses like this would go for at least $10,000,000 in the city. I know that it’s a little run down and that I’d have to do some major renovations with both the sewage pipes and electrical before I could even move in but come on. What’s the catch?” Kyros uncomfortably shifted from foot to foot. I could see that there was something he wanted to say but before he could even say anything we heard the howl. It sounded like a wolf, so like an idiot from the city would I held up my hand to Kyros and walked out to the back yard.
Standing at the edge of the yard near the forest was a huge wolf. The wolves' fur was a tawny red color. The wolf just stood there like they were staring at me. I have no idea what I was thinking but I walked down the porch and onto the yard. I walked closer. Vaguely I heard Kyros in the background but I really didn’t care.
The wolf looked up and wagged his tail, like a damn dog. I stopped halfway before the wolf and just stared at them. The wolf meets me halfway and gives a small wave of their tail. I lifted my hand out to them and let them sniff me. I felt the nose pressed against the palm of my hand and the wolf let out a small wuff. Suddenly the wolf extremely close winding around like a regular dog. As this happens I heard another howl, looking up I see a beautiful white wolf. Well more silver than white but whatever. This wolf walked straight up to the other wolf and head-butted it.
The red wolf looked up to the white wolf and gave a small wuff while still curled around me. The white wolf comes closer and gingerly sniffs at me. I hold out my hand and the white wolf licks my outstretched hand. I actually giggled at the sensation of the wolf’s tongue on my hand. The white wolf comes close and rubs against my stomach, I reach my hand out to the red wolf’s fur and scratch behind their ears.
This goes on for a while and then I hear the third howl, I look towards the forest and an absolutely huge wolf. I thought these two wolves were big, this one was bigger. I heard the red wolf whine and get even closer to me. I realized my hands were still on both of the wolves. I scratched their manes a bit and then gave them a reassuring pat.
“It should be okay? I think. Thank you for welcoming me here though.” I let both of them go and walked back to the house. As I reached the porch I turned back around and watched as the two wolves trotted back to the forest. As they reached the forest the large white wolf snarled at them. I felt a little bad for them as the trio trotted back into the forest.
I headed up the steps and looked at Kyros and laughed. It was a sort of shakey laugh, one that lets some of my emotions out. I went back into the house and grabbed my purse searching for my phone.
“So that was some sort of welcome. I don’t think normal wolves are that friendly are they?” I watched as Kyros started and laughed. “Oh come on, my editor is an Orc and my uncle in a fucking Kitsune. I’d have to be straight up stupid not to know at least what a werewolf is supposed to look like.”
“Ahh, you're not supposed to know this, like at all. Wait did you say you’re uncle is a Kitsune? How?” I looked at him and gave a small smile.
“My Aunt and him met while she was visiting Japan like 20 years ago? I don’t know I was eight at the time. Any way they took me in after I ran away from home when I was 12. So you know they raised me like their own. His family is a bunch of fucking drama queens though.” Kyros laughed and shook his head.
“So not to change the subject but after looking at the house I like it, but now I’ve been able to think a little I may have to see if I can get it for a lower price considering how much work there is to do to it. Piping alone is going to be another 10,000. That’s not even counting having to redo walls afterward.”
I talked with Kyros a little more about what would have to be done and how much I should offer for the house and what contractors in the town would be a good fit. We finally came to an agreement and I started filling out paperwork. I contacted my bank and had them liquidate a lot of my assets so I could hopefully pay for my new house.
The drive back to the coffee shop was quiet, I was thinking about the two werewolves from the forest and what the fuck that could mean. I thought about how close they had gotten.
“Wait did those fuckers scent mark me?”Kyros looked at me and started laughing as I pulled into the coffee shop.
“Yes, they did, you kind of reek of them now.” I sighed and thought about scrubbing myself and burning my clothes, which was a shame because I liked this vest. As Howard left I pulled out of the parking spot and drove back to Kara’s. I got as far as stop sign looked over and saw the fire station. I felt a little bad for how badly I had acted to the two of them yesterday. Only a little though, because I had a deadline. So taking a shot I turned down the street.
As I pulled up to the fire station I saw the large garage door open to show the large truck. I pulled off to the side and parked. Getting out I saw three guys come out of the station, one I belatedly realized was Fred, and the other two were people I didn’t know. They both stopped and looked at my car or at least I thought they were staring at my car. Adam made his way over.
“Abigail right? What brings you to the station, also is that your car?” I gave a small laugh still nervous of the large guy.
“Yeah, that’s my car. I think I owe Anita and Nathan an apology? I was a bit snappy with them yesterday at the coffee shop.” Adam tilted his head to the side and motioned the older guy over. As the older guys came over I saw a striking resemblance to both Anita and Nathan.
“They probably didn’t mind you being snappy with them, but how were you snappy?” I leaned back on the balls of my heels and thought for a moment.
“They were trying to be nice and I was a little preoccupied with a deadline so when they tried to talk to me I may have told them to piss off?” Fred laughed and slapped the back of the man who looked like Nathan who was trying not to laugh.
“You know young lady I think you’re going to fit in just fine around here. I’m Andrew Fraye Nathan’s father, and this lump over here is Frank Galassia Anita’s dad!” Andrew Fraye thumped Frank Galassia and the back and frank turned to just look at him. He moved Andrew’s hand from his shoulder and look at me.
“They’re in there but careful they had a little accident this morning while they were running,” Frank said. Fred’s smile fell at this, he looked down. Andrew gave a small sigh and rubbed the back of his head.
“Are they okay? I just saw them at the coffee shop this morning, what happened?”Fred shrugged and walked away, Frank came up to me and gave me a small pat on the back. It felt fatherly, like something my father would have done when I was younger.
“They’ve had worse so don’t worry too much about them. Why don’t you at least see them.” Frank pushed me towards the open firehouse, I looked at Andrew who gave me a shooing motion. I walked into the firehouse.
“Hello, Anita? Nathan? Are either of you here?” I walked further into the firehouse. I heard someone cursing from behind a closed door in the back. I made my way to the back. As I got closer I heard Anita talking with Nathan. I really didn’t want to interrupt them but I knew I needed to at least check in on them.
“Nathan, Anita? Are you two in there? It’s me, Abigail.” The room went dead silent, I heard footsteps walking towards the door. As the door opened I saw Anita standing before me, shirtless with an amazing set of abs. She was ripped, and I was not as straight as people thought I was.
“Hot, I mean hi. Sorry to bother you, I wanted to apologize if I came off as rude yesterday-“ I stopped and took a look at the two of them, Anita had a cut her upper lip and a bruise that went down her side. Nathan was a little worse for wear with cuts all over his upper body and a bruise above his eye. Instinctively I reached up and brushed a bit of tree out of Anita’s hair. I had to stand on the tips of my toes to do so.
“We’re fine, just had a little tumble down one of the trails.” Anita grabbed my hand and just held it for a bit. Nathan stood up and stood next to Anita.
“So what were you saying about being rude?” I turned towards Nathan to see that he was incredibly close and he leaned in even closer. Without thinking I took a step towards him and touched his face with my free hand. Anita stepped closer to both of us.
“Yeah, I just wanted to apologize if I came across as rude. I get a little stressed when I have a deadline.” Nathan kept staring as his hand grasped my own hand that was touching his face. He really was a beautiful person, high cheekbones nice copper tone skin. Bright grey eyes.
“No you could never be rude, plus everyone gets stressed when it comes to deadlines,” Anita said. I looked back at her and smiled. I could feel something in the pit of my stomach that made me want to just hold both of these people.
All of a sudden a loud crash came from the front of the building. I tore myself away from both of them, my mind a little befuddled. I blinked a couple of times before my brain caught up with what I heard.
“Oh shit that had better not have been my car.” I went tearing out of the room missing Anita and Nathan’s look they shared.
As I came out of the building I breathed a sigh of relief to see that my car had been spared. I heard footsteps behind me and watched as Nathan and Anita came out. They grabbed a red bag and went into a shorter fire truck. Nathan rolled down the window and threw something at me.
“Text me when you want to meet up with us again.” I picked up the pen and paper that he had thrown and I saw two phone numbers. I smiled and waved the Castle Hill fire Department open at him to show that I had it. The fire truck went past me and I heard the distant scream of the siren. I shoved the pen and piece of scrap paper in my purse and got back into my car.
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varchie, friends who shared a bed turn into lovers?
And they were roommates! Oh my god they were roommates.
Archie is at work when he gets the panicked phone call from his high strung, overly meticulous, but also very pretty roommate.
“Hewo?” He greets through a mouthful of a sandwich.
“Archie!” Veronica practically shrieks in his ear. She didn’t even comment on his poor manners, so it must be something serious. “I told you! I fucking told you that old- that old hag had it out for me.”
She’s speaking too quickly now and muttering stuff in Spanish so it’s twice as hard to process everything. But shit she only ever does that if she’s severely pissed off.
“Okay! Breathe,” he cuts off her ranting, chuckling a bit.
“If you tell me to calm down, I swear-“
Archie rolls his eyes fondly, already packing up his stuff to leave early. “I wasn’t going to. Tell me what inconvenienced The Great Veronica Lodge, first of her name.”
He hears her annoyed sigh over the phone and imagines her doing that thing where she pinches the bridge of her nose.
“I’m not in the mood for attempt at joking,” She grumbles. Archie is ninety percent sure she’s pouting. His heart does that funny thing. He rubs his chest as if it’ll stop it from happening. “Anyway, get home now!”
“I’m already in my car, your majesty.”
“Good.”
She sounds so distressed, Archie may or may not have sped a little bit home.
/
“Veronica?” He calls out, hanging his keys on the rack by the door.
“What took you so long?!”
“It only took like ten minutes,” Archie raises a brow.
“Ten minutes too long,” Veronica complains.
He thinks she’s being particularly needy.
“What’s going on?”
She doesn’t answer him, just grabs his hand and drags him to the direction of their rooms.
“She has it out for me, Archie!” Veronica says, conspiratorial. “She did this on purpose.”
“Who?” He asks, eyeing her carefully. She’s acting crazy. Archie kinda wants to laugh but he’s also kinda getting more worried by the second.
“Look!” She swings the door open.
His jaw drops when he sees the absolute mess there is in her room. Seems like the roof had actually caved in, leaving a gaping hole to the upstairs neighbor, Mrs. Rootenberg’s apartment. Archie steps around the room, avoiding all the mess. He inspects the giant hole, seeing three people talking amongst themselves.
“Hi,” Archie greets, cheeks heating up when all their heads turn to him.
“I’m very sorry about the inconvenience, Mr. Andrews,” His building manager, Bob says.
“It happens...” Archie says because that’s the only thing that comes to mind. Like what do you even say in a situation like this? “Um, when will it be fixed?”
“As soon as possible!” Veronica demands from her spot at the door.
A looks of fear flashes across the manager’s face, and he knows then, that Veronica threw the biggest fit already, more than likely throwing some threats here and there. He knows her too well.
“I assure you we’ll get to work as soon as we can,” another man speaks up. He’s wearing a highlighter vest. Archie assumes he’s the contractor. “Which won’t be until first thing tomorrow morning...”
Veronica begins spewing out some more Spanish, so he gently grabs her shoulders, guiding her out the room. He throws a look of apology towards them.
“That’s unacceptable, Archie.” She snaps, breaking from his hold. “Do you know how much my bed sheets alone cost? They were imported. They need to start today!”
“Remember what we talked about?” Archie asks, rubbing her back gently. “You’re doing that thing where you don’t get your way so you throw a tantrum.”
“I am not,” Veronica scoffs.
“How many times did you say, “do you know who my father is?” He mocks. She digs her elbow into his ribs.
“You don’t understand.” She crosses her arms. “The fucking roof caved in! My vanity- oh my god, my poor vanity.”
“I’ll build you a new one myself,” he offers, hating that she’s so distraught. “A better one.”
She pauses like she’s considering the offer before dismissing him with a wave of her hand, pacing back and forth. “She has had it out for me ever since she overheard me telling you that her cookies were as hard as rock.”
Archie laughs, remembering the day quite clearly. He never thought such a sweet old lady was capable of a death glare so harsh.
“It’s not funny!” Veronica twists her mouth into a scowl. “She flooded her kitchen just to get back at me.”
“You’re right,” Archie agrees, knowing there’s no point in arguing when she’s already made up her mind about something. “What a bitch. Hope she wheels herself off some stairs.”
She laughs before burying her face in his chest. “Thank you,” Veronica mumbles.
“At least the couch is comfy.” He smirks into her hair.
She gasps, pulling back from their embrace. “Jerk! You’re not even going to offer me your bed? Be a gentleman.” Veronica slaps his chest.
“I’m kidding. You’ll have to fight snowball for the other side of my bed though, cause I’m not taking the couch. It’s lumpy.”
He briefly wonders where their (she’s more Veronica’s but she likes him better) cat is. Probably hiding under his bed.
“You just said it was comfortable.”
“That’s because I didn’t wanna give up my bed,” he says, hissing when she pinches him.
“You’re buying me dinner,” Veronica says with finality.
Even though she is bossy and very demanding, he can’t help but be overly endeared by her. Archie throws his arm around her, trying to ignore the part of him that wishes he could have her in his arms forever.
It’s gonna be a long night.
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Archie is stalling.
After Veronica had convinced him to try out her skincare routine, he’s been taking extra time to wash off the mask.
He thinks he’s done a pretty good job at keeping his very annoying and unwanted feelings at bay. in this particular situation he’s not so sure. Yeah, they’ve fallen asleep together on the couch after a Netflix marathon but sleeping together in his bed is a whole other ballpark.
He’s afraid he’ll do something like admit his feelings. He wonders if It’s too late to take the couch. No, his back can’t handle it for more than two hours.
Blowing out a breath, Archie gives himself a brief pep talk before walking out the bathroom.
He knocks on the door while opening it slowly.
“Hey,” Veronica says softly, pulling out his covers before settling into his bed.
Archie blinks rapidly, noticing that she had raided his closet for a shirt to sleep in.
That’s... yeah, it’s like a stab to his heart, is what it is.
Once he lays down he faces her, unable to resist, only to see that she’s doing the same thing.
She’s beautiful. His hands ball into fists underneath the pillow to prevent himself from reaching out to her.
“Sorry you had a shitty day,” he apologizes, doing a half shrug.
“Not your fault.” She whispers. The glow of his salt lamp makes her brown eyes shine.
“Breakfast tomorrow?”
“Our spot?”
“I like hearing you say our.” The second the words leave his mouth, he freezes. “Uh I-“
“Yeah?”
Archie gulps. “Y-Yeah.” He doesn’t have anything left to lose now.
“Me too,” she admits, sounding shy.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.” Veronica hums.
Somewhere along the way they scooted closer and closer till their noses were practically touching. Archie is the first to lean in, kissing her softly.
They pull back when a thud comes from somewhere in his room and then the sound of snowball meowing in complaint.
“Told you, you’d have to fight her.” Archie laughs, pulling Veronica into his chest.
/
The next morning his face hurts from smiling all throughout breakfast.
#archieronnie#varchie#archieronnie fanfiction#b rights (writes)#WHEW#a peace offering for the soulmate fic that wont get a part two#😌
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till we meet again
It was a while ago I’ve seen him last…
Silently I sat in the cab and starred at the message my best friend had send me hours ago, thumbs hovering over the letters on the display but I couldn’t form a proper sentence.
“Y/N, he will be discharged today! We arrange a surprise party for him!”
I knew exactly who “he” was, and even if it wasn’t a question Jiyong had asked I could still feel the big ass question mark on my shoulders.
Do I wanted to see him? Do I wanted to see the others? Was it a good idea to move?
Questions over questions and I couldn’t even answer one for myself. I typed a fast “OK” and a thumbs-up Emoji before I pressed the Send button.
It wasn’t much, in fact it was insultingly sparse but I didn’t know what else to write.
Even though I needed the whole day for my short message I got the response within a few seconds.
“What should I tell him?”
Oh, nice. Freshly baked reproaches right out of the oven… Of course, Jiyong didn’t mean it like that, but still, I could read the obvious undertone in his message.
“I don’t know. Actually, I don’t care, it wasn’t my decision-“ I pressed the Delete button and started again “On my way. But I’ll only stay 10 minutes.”
Now I got a smiley and thumbs-up from him. The exact opposite from how I felt right now…
The cab stopped a few minutes later and I had to take a deep breath before I was brave enough to leave the warmth and safety of the car.
The villa seemed to taunt me by towering into the sky while I felt like an ant. A baby ant.
Hundreds of times I was here. I knew the house from the bottom to the roof like it was my own. Countless times I shared kisses and sweet nothings with my former lover. But now it was gone.
My fingertip hovered over the bell and for a short moment I thought about leaving. I mean, nobody knew I was already here, right?
But before I could finish the thought in my head, the door snapped open and I starred in two brown eyes.
“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Youngbae’s voice sounded surprised but pleased at the same time.
“Hi.” I smiled slightly and ran my fingers through my hair. “Jiyong messaged me.”
“I see. Well, it’s nice to see and have you here! The others will be glad too, to finally meet you again- I just forgot something in my car, be right back.”
And with that he was gone and I stood alone in the entrance hall.
Loud music and laughter approached me when I reached the living room and passed through it, but I couldn’t find my best friend just hundreds of strangers who enjoyed expensive wine and cigars.
I sighed and wished to be in my small apartment, snuggled into a thick blanket on my sofa, eating ice cream and watching some K-Drama till I was a crying mess again.
Instead I stood there in Louboutin’s and tight pants in a house what barely belonged to my safe places anymore. What was I doing here?
Meanwhile annoyed I grabbed my phone and texted Jiyong that I was here but I couldn’t find him.
“Roof terrace” was all I got back two minutes later and so I decided to take the lift considering my choice of shoes.
On the top floor I was greeted by less few people, probably because it was Jiyong’s private VIP section for other celebrities or just woman he wanted to nail.
“Jiyong?” I called his name and a few girls in too small bikinis turned their heads in my direction and then started to whisper when I passed them. I ignored them, already knowing what they were saying.
“Is that her?” another, not so discreet, voice asked and I turned around, suddenly full of confidence.
“She is. And she wants to know where Jiyong is.”
“I’m here ma petite.”
I smiled because of the nick name and turned around to face Jiyong who looked like always: A big ass smile on his lips trying to hide the tires and exhausted expression on his beautiful face. I bet he hadn’t slept in days again…
“Hey” I said and responded his bear hug while his face was buried in my neck and hair- as always.
“I’m so glad that you came, you know, when you didn’t read my text for hours I was sure you wouldn’t respond to it and just ignore me.”
“Well, that was the plan at first” I admitted and coughed slightly while he bursted out laughing “But then I thought that it would be a bit rude and now I’m here. But not for long.”
He snorted and nodded towards the bar “Do you want to see him?”
My brain immediately screamed NO WAY! but my heart started to ache in a painfully delicious way.
“Sure” I answered, “That’s why I’m here.”
Seunghyun looked like always- and that was what caught me off guards.
In my day dreams he was fat and full of pimples, which was completely excessive, he came from his military service, but it made things easier for me if I imagined him this way.
But now that I saw him for the first time in 18 months, it felt like a huge slap in the face. He was big and even more muscular now, although he slimmed down a bit, but not much.
His pitch-black hair was perfectly styled and the dark suit fitted him like it was made to be on his body. I starred at the Rolex on his wrist which I gave him many moons ago and my heart began to throb- he still had it?
He was a gentleman with his whole being. He was Choi Seunghyun.
However, I felt like I never lost those 20 pounds and that my stylish long bob haircut was replaced by my old and boring hairdo. I could even feel the braces on my teeth again although I didn’t have them since high school. Dammit.
I quickly turned around and nearly ran towards the lift to bolt off really fast. It was a mistake to come here…
“Y/N.”
I closed my eyes and muttered a quiet “Fuck” before I turned around to face my biggest weakness. It was only one word he spoke, but the deep voice cut deep inside me and I started to tremble.
“Seunghyun.” I spoke and wished I had the same dominance in my voice like he did. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, so I just put a hand on my hip and hoped to compensate my nervousness with this small gesture.
His look wandered from my shoes over my body and to my eyes where he finally stopped and gave me a smirk.
“You look ravishing.”
I gulped. Only Choi Seunghyun could break your heart in one minute and in the other one he would give you an honest compliment.
“Thank you.” I said and followed his look, but kept the compliments for myself. He noticed it because his smile widened, a small nod and a delightful slug of his wine. Everything he did looked so easy and smooth.
I grabbed a glass for myself when a waiter repassed us and for the first time in eternity I received an astonished look from the handsome man in front of me.
“You don’t drink.” A statement, not a question and it annoyed me to the guts.
Instead of an answer I just gulped it down at once and gave it back to the startled waiter from who I grabbed another glass.
“Wrong, Seunghyun. The old me didn’t drink, the new me doesn’t care what you think.”
Ouch. I regretted the words the moment they left my mouth. He smiled ruefully.
“I want to apologize.” He whispered, “I sure didn’t want to offend you in any way.”
“No… only merely breaking my heart and then leaving for your national duty.”
I just noticed the silence and the looks when it was already too late. I really said it. Everyone starred at us, I could even see Jiyong’s expression although he was on the other side of the terrace.
“Y/N, I-“ Seunghyun started but I cut him off and pushed my wine glass in his hand.
“Forget it. It was a mistake to show up.”
I made my way through the overcrowded house and ran outside to finally breathe again. The air was cool and oddly comfortable, so I decided to walk to the next bus stop, only then I would call a cab.
After a few minutes I already felt better and even the watering of my eyes stopped. Stupid, stupid me… I scolded myself. Why did you drink? You have a low tolerance for alcohol, why would you even drink it in one go then?
“Can I give you a ride home?”
I flinched at the sudden voice and the car next to me. I completely forgot that Seunghyun drove a silent electro car.
“No, thanks.”
“You know, if necessary I escort you like this, me driving next to you till you’re home.”
“Dammit Seunghyun!” I suddenly yelled, “Why does it always have to be your way? I’m an adult and I can handle myself!”
My arms gestured wildly while the car slowly rolled by my side.
“I can make my own decision, thank you very much. Also, I know exactly what’s good for me and surprise, surpsise, it’s not you!”
“You will ruin your Louboutin’s.”
I sighed, took my shoes off and continued walking. I could hear him quietly laughing before he stopped the car and suddenly stood in front of me.
“Y/N, to be very honest I would really like to order you to get in the car right now, but you’re not the only one who changed in the last months… So, I ask you to get in so I can bring you home safely.”
We remained silent for a few moments before I gave him a small nod. Fine. It was just a 20 minute drive anyway.
We didn’t talk the whole ride, there was only some quiet classic music coming from the radio. Probably Beethoven.
“Thank you.” I said when he stopped in front of my old building. To be honest, I moved out of it weeks after he went to the military, but in fact, I didn’t tell him.
I don’t know why but I just didn’t want him to know where I lived now- it was my safe place. I would just call a cab from here.
“It was really nice seeing you again.” He muttered and his cologne hit my nose. I didn’t dare to look but I bet he came closer, probably to open the door for me. I nearly jumped out of it- suddenly it got too small in there.
I watched him drive away and waited a few minutes before I dialed the number for the taxi company. He’s gone, Y/N. Finally.
It felt good to came home- even the buzzing from the elevator in my apartment building felt familiar and trusting. This was my home, my comfort zone where I felt safe.
I opened the door and undressed myself, letting the clothes hit the ground. When I turned to the bathroom something felt different… but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Did I lock the door?
A soft purr jogged my memory: Snowball didn’t welcome me home at the door. This was odd, he always did it. But now I could hear him purr and it came from the living room. Did a cat purr when it was all by himself?
Before I rethought it, I grabbed the nearest vase and tiptoed along the corridor. There’s someone in my apartment, I thought when I figured a dark silhouette sitting on the sofa.
I shivered when I reached for the light switch, not even realizing that I was almost naked and trying to fight a possible intruder. Maybe he would blush to death.
The light blinded me for only one second before I screamed and the vase crashed on the floor beneath me. Seunghyun on the other hand just sat there while he calmly caressed the belly of my cat. Traitor.
“WHAT THE-“ I screamed, “SEUNGHYUN?!”
“Y/N, calm down, it’s just me.” He reassured me, but oh boy, it didn’t help at all. “You could have told me your new address.”
“You…you…” I started but my mind couldn’t come up with a good insult “You didn’t ask.”
“I wanted to know if you would tell me by yourself.”
“How do you even know this address and how the fuck did you get in here?!”
“Well… to answer your first question, you posted a pic on your Instagram showing your new view, so I figured you moved. Nice neighborhood by the way, very clean and quiet.” He nodded like he would talk to himself “A friend of mine lived in this area a while back, so I know it well. And also, it wasn’t that hard to ask for your name at the front desk.”
His words left me completely bewildered, unable to say something in return.
“And to the second question, you still hide your keys under the artificial plants at your door.”
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This is random but I’d love to know!What are some of your favourite smaller/underrated robron scenes?? 💕
remember when aaron heard what robert had done on andy’s stag night? and aaron was like “you what why did he do that the massive twat” so he had a go at him and robert was like woah i can’t disappoint my one true love so he went groveling to andy. like even his own wife, sister, step-mum etc couldn’t have made him do that. but the guy he’s been sleeping with for 3 weeks? easy peasy.
saying that, robert still managed to fuck up massively at the wedding didn’t he? but aaron was # over it. and still up for a christmas day quickie
when the portacabin gets built and adam, aaron, paddy and rob are all in there and paddys teasing aaron, then roberts like “yeah it does [suit you]” BECAUSE HE THINKS HAPPY SUITS AARON. FT EYE FUCKING.
*avril lavigne playing in the background*: could i make it any more obvious
THAT TIME AFTER HOTEL 1 WHEN ROBERT COMES INTO THE BACKROOM WITH AARON AND PULLS HIM IN BY HIS HOODIE
aaron telling chas and paddy about the affair i mean COME ON??? it was peak angst. the fact aaron admits to his parents that he’s having and affair with a MARRIED man just to save robert’s skin is #true lovealso “well maybe she should’ve kept her nose out” she’s literally just died aaron i-??? he really deserved that slap
how about when aaron and vic are in the pub kitchen and aaron’s like “heard about robert getting you that chef school thing”, because they’ve been living like a married couple for the past week THAT’S WHY VIC
that time when aaron was very, very injured and stuck in the woods all night but the first words to come out of his mouth was a plead for robert, not even his mum i-
when aaron had to tell cain who robert was having an affair with, again to save robert’s own skin, and he tells cain he has TEXT AND PHOTO EVIDENCE
THEY USED TO TAKE PHOTOS IN BED TOGETHER AND PUT THEM IN A SECRET ALBUM DON’T @ ME
alright that’s enough affair era so how about the time aaron and andy went into town together (because wtf) and robert saw them and was #jealous
robert screaming at andy for letting aaron go down for something he didn’t do, because how could he possibly do that to this amazing man huh
robert trying to persuade everyone to let him buy the pub purely so he could be under the same roof as aaron. he’s so extra????
that little shoulder squeeze in the pub was like the first bit of real physical contact we had for months and it felt so natural and REAL
cain saying he’s glad that robert is there for aaron and robert saying he always will be. i cry. that was such character progression on both parts
ROBERT DRESSING UP IN SUIT FOR A DRINK IN THE WOOLPACK WITH AARON AND AARON TURNING UP IN HIS SCRUFFS
chas suggesting aaron takes robert out for a drink because as much as she doesn’t like him she can see how much happier he males her son
THE FIRST REUNION IS SO UNDERRATED U PEOPLE DON’T DESERVE GOOD THINGS
the absolute domestics of the first few weeks of them being #boyfriends, they just fit together so well ?? it took them about 3 seconds to get into a routine and build a family together. amazing. good job boys
aaron talking to adam about their sex life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
aaron practicing his lines for asking robert to move in with him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
let's talk about the time that liv drew robert as a monkey and they now have it cut out and pride of place in the mill. what possessed them???
aaron missing 3 calls from liv’s school because robert was so turned on by him talking french. they are ridiculous
ROBERT SHOWING VIC THE RING AND BEING SCARED SHE DOESN’T LIKE IT BUT THEN BEING COCKY ABOUT IT COSTING SO MUCH I HATE HIM
they literally agreed to go to sweaty aaron debating whether they’ve got time for a quicky before aaron returns. they are insatiable and gross
ROBERT WAS 0.3 SECONDS AWAY FROM BREAKING LACHLAN OUT OF PRISON BUT AARONS NAME/FACE ON HIS PHONE STOPPED HIM
ALSO I ONLY WANT THE MAN I’M GOING TO MARRY ICONIC
aaron stopping robert doing stupid thing since 2k14
I SAVED YOUR LIFE AND I RISKED MINE TOO TO GO BACK IN THE WATER TO GET YOU THAT RING THAT’S HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME
the 💖💖💖 first 💖💖💖 dance 💖💖💖
“do you think if i get myself locked up they’ll let us share a cell?” don’t for one second think robert wouldn’t do it if he thought it was a possibility
aaron falling asleep in the car because being alone with robert is the first time he’s felt safe and comfortable in months :’(
AARON NOT BEING ABLE TO CONTROL HIMSELF AROUND A HALF NAKED AND BRUISED ROBERT I HATE HIM ALSO
“the one person i find i want to be with just for them” ok bye. robert has never in his life loved someone just for them, it’s always been about something else: money, revange, ans etc but with aron he loves just for who he is, not what he’s got.
IS THIS ANOTHER MAG - MASSIVE AARON GRUMP - THEY HAPPEN SO OFTEN
they lit planned to go to a festival together? i just??? are you supposed to go on little trips with your ex??? separate tents my arse.
he most Extra thing robert sugden has ever done you ask? tell a widowed emma that life would be less painful in aaron was dead i-
when robert was going to have he literally packed up photos of him and aaron whAT WAS HE GONNA DO WITH? STICK THEM ALL AROUND HIS NEW PLACE? HAVE A SHRINE OF #ROBRON
ROBERT KEEPING HIS AND AARON’S RINGS IN HIS WALLET FOR MONTHS WHAT AN ABSOLUTE SAP
“wait he left with that chef” “-yeah well he ended up with me last night aLrIgHT” aaron ready to bite anyone’s head off who mentions fucking mike.
“if you don’t was to marry me just say” robert being the single most dramatic man when it comes to his husband. yet again
aaron pleading with bex to let them keep seb because he loves his lil man so much :’(
after the kidnap plot when robert was like “aaron was going to die, i’d of give him - joe - anything” he’s not messing.
alright i got a little carried away so let’s end with aaron thanking vic for coming to the wedding for robert because he knew how much it meant to robert and he wanted the whole day to be perfect for him :’( beautiful.
#thanks holly!!!#i got a little (lot) carried away here#i'm sorry#10 points to anyone who reads all this lmao#robron#asks
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Pepper
Danny Williams x Reader
Hawaii five-0
2,110 words
Summary: Youre an old friend of Danny's from jersey and you come to visit, hoping that hell finally fess up to his feelings for you.
No warnings, just flirty and adorable fluff
My H50 tags: @t-w-hiddlestoner @loveisfriendship @supergirl000983
“I do not complain all the time.” The short blonde man protested as he walked through the automatic glass doors. His hand moved in gesture ad he looked between you and where he was going.
“I'm sure if I asked Steve--” you began but Danny made sure to promptly stop you there.
“Steve is a caveman with the intellect of a housefly and the manners of a monkey. His opinion is only valid at the zoo or on a wildlife reserve.” Your eyes rolled with a faint giggle before you stopped. Your hands came to rest on the detective’s shoulders causing him to stop as well and turn towards you.
“It’s good to see you, Pepper.” You stated fondly before bringing him in for what had to be the fifth hug you had given him since you landed.
His nose scrunched at the nickname but he laughed all the same returning the hug as always. “Can you not use the nickname around Steven? Really don't want him picking up more bad habits.” You just grinned and turned throwing your arm over his shoulder and carrying on to the car parked at the curb.
He took the handle of your rolling suitcase and moved around to the trunk as you admired the shiny black vehicle. “Nice wheels, Peps.” You were about to step off the curb when the driver’s side door opened and out stepped a beautiful blue eyed man with a dazzling smile. The goofy grin on your face made your cheeks hurt and you nearly fell off the curb when you lost your balance. A strong arm caught you and set you upright.
The trunk slammed shut, reminding you both of Danny’s presence. “Ya just get here and already you're making moves on my partner.” His face was in a perpetual scowl but it seemed deeper now as he came to wedge himself between the two of you. “Y/N, this is Steve. Steven, this is my old friend, Y/N. Now, lets go.” He stepped past you to move to the passenger side but stopped to rest his arms on the roof to look at the two of you.
“So this is your car then?” You questioned with your eyes locked on McGarrett.
Danny’s eyes rolled, already annoyed at your blatant infatuation. “It's mine.” He interjected before allowing Steve to respond causing you both look look over at him. “This control freak just insists on driving it.”
Same old Danny. His jealous attitude is one of the things that always made you smile. He couldn't help it. He was overprotective of the little girl he had known since middle school. You were his and always had been but you liked to watch him squirm. Maybe eventually he would get up the nerve to do something about it. You hoped that now that you decided to visit him in Hawaii, it would be the trip that he would step up.
You had bought a couple brand new bikinis, his favorite colors so they would catch his eye. You had even gotten a haircut before your flight, hoping he would notice but he had yet to say a word. You video called all the time and you've sent or posted plenty of pictures so if he had paid attention he would know the effort that you had went to for him. You'd even put on makeup for the man.
“Can we get going? I would like to get her settled at my place before midnight.” The blonde grumbled before opening the door and climbing in.
You waved a dismissive hand at him with a laugh before Steve turned to help you into the back of the car. His hand was warm but rough like the skin of a working man. You gave him your most charming smile before falling back into the seat. You slapped your friend’s shoulder. “At least someone around here is a gentleman.” You chided to which Steve affirmed with a nod.
“Yeah, Danny, you talk nonstop about her coming for weeks and you get here and don't even open a door for her.” Steve’s words made your cheeks heat up and your heart flutter. Danny had been talking about your visit. You nibbled on your bottom lip and kept quiet as your simple comment sent the two men into an argument.
Finally, having had enough of the two of them, you leaned forward to wrap your arms around Danny’s neck, your chin resting against his shoulder. “You two sound like an old married couple. Is there something I should know, Pepper?” Danny’s head turned to scowl at you and you feigned innocence with a shrug.
Steve hadn't missed a beat, a grin forming on his face as he looked at Danny. “Pepper? Is there a story behind that?”
You laughed faintly and Danny’s eyes rolled. “Well, my mind works in weird ways, you see. So when I met him, his last name immediately reminded me of Will.I.am but i thought he was too cute for such a nickname and he was not Fergalicious at all either. So I just started calling him Red Hot Chili Pepper. But of course, that's a mouth full so I just shortened it to Pepper and it stuck.”
Steve couldn't help but laugh at your explanation, his head nodding as he drove. “Pepper. I like it.”
“Don't encourage her.” Danny warned with a light chuckle before a hand came up to pat your arm. “I am pretty damn Fergalicious though.”
This caused you to laugh out loud before your lips pressed to his stubbly cheek. “Of course, my little albino munchkin.” Steve burst out into a fit of laughter with that comment and after a while Danny couldn't help but laugh a bit too.
The one thing about Danny, he was always so uptight and cautious, making him a rather big stick in the mud. But with you, you could get him to lighten up, let loose and do some pretty crazy or stupid things. Since he had moved to Hawaii though, it sounded like his partnership with Steve had been rather exciting. It made you a little jealous of the commander, getting to see Danny everyday and make him smile and get him to have fun.
But at the same time, Danny had changed a lot since coming here. It was nice to see him in his element, almost care free. You knew him better than anyone and sitting here with him now, you noticed how at ease and happy he was. You could tell his friendship with Steve was the best thing to ever happen to him. It made you glad that your friend had someone to take such good care of him.
The conversation between the three of you flowed easily, a few more laughs and old stories shared before you rolled into Danny’s drive. The blonde climbed out then helped you climb out after him before moving to the trunk. You bent down to look in the open door when Steve wasn't getting out. “You're not staying?”
Danny rejoined your side, pulling your bag behind him and setting a hand on the small of your back. “He's got some work to do back at the palace. we'll catch up with him later.” He offered Steve a wave before he started leading you away.
“Alright, well, it was nice to finally meet you. Hope we will get to know each other better!” You waved with a wink, Danny's hand moved to tighten around your hip, pulling you away as Steve laughed and waved back. You reveled in the feel of Danny’s predatory grip on your hip that remained until the front door closed behind you.
“Mi casa is su casa.” Danny stated, extending his arm toward the house before you. “Make yourself at home. Your room is this way.” Still gesturing his arm to guide you, leading the way pulling your suitcase. “It's good to have you here.” His statement was genuine and it made you smile putting your arm around his shoulders. A smile grew on his face as well as his arm slid around your waist and he leaned into you.
You finally got to meet Charlie, who proceeded to show you around his room that uncle Steve and Danno fixed up for him. Gracie had grown a lot since you last saw her but thankfully remembered you and was excited to see you. The evening was mostly spent with the two kids, but that you were complaining. They were both special and held a place in your heart. Every once in awhile, you would catch Danny’s eye and would share a smile that warmed your heart even more.
There was a different look in his eyes. It was softer, full of some kind of emotion you couldn't place. You weren't going to question him about it no matter how much hope it gave you. Once the kids were in bed, you and Danny sat down with a bottle of beer and were finally able to have some adult time to catch up.
Thinking it would just be the two of you for the rest of the evening, you were surprised when there was a knock on the door interrupting the middle of conversation. Danny seemed just as annoyed at the interruption but rose from his spot on the couch to answer the door anyway. You took a sip from your bottle as you heard the door open and a grin spread across your face when you heard Danny’s cranky voice mixed with Steve's.
The two men joined you and when you stood here gave you a side hug and a kiss to the cheek. He gave you a secret grin and a wink before you caught Danny relax slightly when he finally pulled away from you. The commander excused himself to get a beer of his own and Danny moved quickly to steal the seat beside you before he returned. When you giggled, Danny gave you an odd look but you just waved him off and drank your beer.
When Steve returned, the conversation started up again, flowing just as easily as before. Though some time alone with Danny would have been nice, it was enjoyable having Steve around as well. He was clearly aware of the feelings between the two of you but it didn't stop him from flirting with you just to ruffle the shorter man’s feathers. And it worked and you played along just to make it worse. After a couple hours, Danny was practically pushing Steve out the door while you stood back and laughed. McGarrett waved with a bright smile and you waved back with your goodbye before the door closed.
“There was no need to be rude, Pepper.” You stated with a grin when the blonde turned his back to the door. Your smile fell when you saw him making his way back toward you. The look in his eyes reminded you of a predator about to pounce on his prey. It would have been scary if you hadn't noticed the fire in his eyes that had darkened since last you looked.
Your mouth opened to speak when he made it to you but his lips cut you off. His hands cupped your face firmly as he locked your lips together. Your brain went fuzzy, eyes instinctively closing as your hands came to rest on his wrists. It was a strong hungry kiss and yet sweet and his lips were soft. You melted into him and your lips pulled into a smile before he pulled away.
“I've been wanting to do that for over twenty years.” He mumbled breathlessly as his forehead rested against yours, his hands still cupping your face.
You giggled, placing a quick peck against his lips before your arms moved to curl around his neck. “Then I guess you have a lot of time to make up for, Daniel.” You flashed him a wink before his arms snaked around your waist pulling you flush against his body.
“What about Steven? I'm sure he'll be heartbroken to hear that I snagged the girl.” a smug smile had grown on Danny’s lips as your fingers carded through the hair on the back of his head.
Your eyes rolled with a shake of your head. “I think he'll live. Now shut up, and get back to the kissin’, would ya?”
His smirk grew as his fingers splayed against your lower back. “Yes, ma’am.” And his lips found yours again, a feeling you had waited your whole life for and one you would never grow tired of.
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