#I also heard somewhere that 'ofc' is actually supposed to be 'of fucking course' even though I always just read it as 'Of Course'
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still have no idea what “icymi” stands for and refuse to just look it up, I simply read it a different way every time I see it (”I can you me I”, “It cant young men inside”, “I could you mine I”, “I can your more information”, “I count your man in”, “Icy Me”, “If can you my eyes”, “International conference yearly (???)”, “I consider you most important”, “I call you me if”, etc) and move on, at peace with the fact that my brain will always interpret it as silly gibberish
#like at this point i dont even want to know#i like the puzzle of mentally reading it comepletely differently each time because no reading i come up with ever sounds#right or 'sticks' lol#I also heard somewhere that 'ofc' is actually supposed to be 'of fucking course' even though I always just read it as 'Of Course'#not that I really ever use abbreviations when I speak because I feel they're too vague (at most I might use idk for ;i dont know'#or 'bc' instead of 'because' if I'm in a rush or something but never much else) so I haven't ever actually said 'ofc' but#I definitely have been reading it wrong if the 'fucking' being part of it is indeed true lol#Same with I had no idea what 'iirc' meant for like... years and would just see people use it#I mentally always read it as just 'IRK' or though it was 'if i really cared' or 'isnt it really cool' lol but those never made since in#context .#*sense#OR HOW long it took me to know 'nye' was new years eve#I legit always thought it had something to do with new york#like a festival held there or something#because I knew it often seemed like the pictures posted along side it contextually were often people drinking or in fancy clothes#Happy New York Event everyone! lol#I think sometimes it's more fun to not know things because then your life is full of happy little suprises and learning new random facts#I was like 20 yrs old when I realized the brand of clothes and shoes and etc. often labeled 'Polo Assn' was Polo Assocation#instead of Polo Assassin. And literally just this year realized that the red lobster biscuit things are 'Cheddar Bay Biscuits' instead of#'Cheddar BAKED Biscuits'. Also always thought the 'Mason Dixon Line' was the 'Mason Dixie Line'#Forever thought 'Cirque Du Soleil' was 'Circus Olay'. And that#that thing where people say 'Smile for candid camera!' was 'for CANDY camera!'#I learn new things everyday and it is a whimsical exploration of culture rather than a flow in my understanding lol#ANYWAY I keep seeing the little banner at the top of the tumblr dashboard with the advertisment that says icymi in it#the most common way I read it is like short common words but gibberish - 'if can your most it' or 'i can you me i'#sometimes my brain interprets it as a longer more complete seeming phrase#but usually its the tiny nonsensical ones#never anything actually cool like 'I Craft Your Malevolent Image' though. just boring stuff. internal conference of Michigan or something#'Infernal Curse You Must Internalize' 'It Carries Youthful Misguided Ignorance' 'Intense Craving Yearning (for) Mulberry Ice-Cream'#'I'll Consider Your Meddling Inquiries'
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Don't Be Late - Mafia!Joel Miller Imagine
Mafia!Joel Miller x OFC
Rating: M (smut)
MNDI. 18+ content.
Summary: Joel had no intention of being late for another dinner, some idiots firing bullets at him weren't going to stop him.
Part of my Extended Scenes Collection of Without Warning - Mafia!Joel Miller Series
AN: This was supposed to be cute and funny, but ended up taking a spicier turn...oops.
Joel was terrified. Not because of the handful of men shooting at him currently. Not because his backup was still eight minutes out. Not even because he’d already been grazed by a bullet in his side. No, he was terrified thinking about what his girl’s gonna do if he misses one more dinner date.
“Joel, just sit your ass down and wait for us,” Tommy snapped over the phone, “Four minutes and we’re there, don’t do somethin’ stupid.”
“You don’t understand, Tommy,” he tried to insist, glancing around his current barrier to try and spot the shooters’ locations, keeping his voice low as he held the phone close, “She might actually cut my dick off if I’m late one more time.”
His brother scoffed over the line, the car’s tires screeching in the background. “It’s six to one, Joel and you’re already injured, stand the fuck down.”
He chuckled, never being one to take orders well. That’s why he became his own boss after all, so no one could tell him what to do, including his little brother. “Six to one? I like those odds.”
He hung up the phone, sticking it in his pocket before taking a deep breath, gripping his gun tightly before standing up, revealing his location and moving forward with the practiced precision of a military unit. He hit one upon standing and then a second after taking cover behind a table that had been tipped over.
When he came to the warehouse this evening, looking for an inventory list, he didn’t expect to find the door unlocked and men, who were not his own, inside. They had guns, of course, and started firing upon hearing him. He’d barely had time to duck behind one of the vehicles that had been inside. That’s when he called Tommy. That’s also when he saw the time and a sliver of panic ran down his spine.
He didn’t know how many men there were in the beginning, not taking the time to count when they started firing. Tommy must have logged into the security system from his phone.
The third fell to the ground when Joel leaned around his current barricade. There was a slight pause. They were out of bullets. He took the opportunity and fired two more perfect kill shots, the bodies hitting the floor simultaneously.
By the time he clocked the last one, the coward was already trying to run, only to get knocked out by Tommy’s appearance, snagging the man by the shirt and throwing a hard punch. Joel smirked, glad his brother knew to leave him alive.
“I thought I told you to sit your ass down and wait for us,” Tommy grumbled, assessing the room and all the dead bodies scattered around.
“And I thought I told you I have somewhere to be right now.” He glanced at his watch and swore under his breath. “Keep that one alive, I’ll come back tomorrow to deal with him,” he said, digging for his keys in his pocket.
“Joel-.” Tommy tried to stop him.
“Clean this up too, I don’t want the iron smell to stick,” he added over his shoulder, jogging out the door, too caught up in making it home within the next five minutes.
His brother rolled his eyes with a smirk. He didn’t understand what Joel was so scared of. She was like, what? Five feet, three inches? How scary could she actually be if he’s a little late to dinner?
With a shrug, Tommy started directing the guys he’d brought who were supposed to be Joel’s backup on where to dump the dead bodies.
“Jesus, he took out six big-ass dudes on his own…with just a pistol?” Daniel, one of their own, said with a shake of his head in disbelief.
“I heard he took down fifteen dudes on his own, one time,” Matthew piped up, helping Daniel carry one body to the waiting tarp they’d laid out to avoid more blood stains on the floor.
Tommy rolled his eyes. “He took out damn near fifty on his own in the Salt Lake City Job,” he added, passing the guys with a smirk.
Meanwhile, Joel was driving like a bat out of hell, swerving around other vehicles on the highway as he kept anxiously glancing at the clock on his dash.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he kept muttering to himself with each passing minute.
He came to a screeching halt in front of his house, taking the steps two at a time and barging into the house. His breaths were labored from rushing as he quickly went in search of his wife to prove he was in fact, on time for their scheduled dinner date. With her getting busier with school this time of year and his erratic schedule, they realized quickly they needed to start actively working on setting time aside specifically for them.
“Baby? Baby, where you at?” he called, going into the kitchen first to grab some water.
“Whoa, why are you yelling?” she asked, appearing from the game room, where he now realized he could hear the TV in there playing some reality show.
“I made it on time, told you I wouldn’t be late,” he said, grinning confidently.
She tilted her head with a light scrunch in her brows, looking confused. “Late for what?”
His expression fell. “We’re supposed to have dinner tonight…right?”
She laughed with a shake of her head. “That’s tomorrow, Joel, oh my God,” she said with an amused eye roll.
He blinked once, twice and then pulled his phone out to see his calendar did in fact have nothing scheduled for today with her.
He groaned. “Fuck, I musta been lookin’ at the wrong day, I’m sorry,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“It’s okay, Joel,” she said sweetly, coming up to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him into a soft kiss.
“You’re not mad?” he asked, those dark brown eyes making her internally swoon.
“I mean you’re not late, yet, so there’s nothing to be mad about,” she shrugged, kissing him again before taking his hand and leading him upstairs.
“We doin’ this right now, baby girl?” he asked, assuming she was going to their bedroom, grabbing onto her waist and giving her hips a squeeze.
She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Maybe later, handsome,” she said with a smirk.
“So where we goin’? I could go for a smoke after today,” he said, happily following her through the house blindly.
“You’re bleeding,” she said simply.
“Huh?” He glanced down, remembering where he’d been grazed by that first bullet and finding a smear of blood spreading across his shirt where he’d been hit. It was just big enough to where he knew he’d just have to throw out the shirt, there was no recovering it with how quickly the stain grew as they moved into the bathroom.
“Shirt off. Sit.”
He smirked, her assertiveness always making him a little excited. “I like when you give orders,” he said with a lopsided smirk, his eyes trailing her form as she brought out the first aid kit.
She giggled but chose not to indulge him by responding just yet to that comment. “How’s the other guy look?” she asked softly as she started cleaning the wound.
“Dead.”
“Good.”
“Doin’ somethin’ for you?” he teased, squeezing her waist as she applied a bandage over the wound, thankfully not that deep.
“You know it does,” she said without missing a beat, glancing up at him through her lashes with that coy grin.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he groaned, pulling her against him as he leaned on the bathroom counter, shirtless, dark jeans dirty, smelling so uniquely like Joel.
He knew what he did to her, just like she knew what she did to him. Bringing his thumb and forefinger to her chin, he tilted her head up, kissing her hungrily, a primal growl rumbling in his chest against her body, sending a spark of thrill down her spine. She loved when he got like this.
“Gets you off knowin’ your man’s a killer, doesn’t it? Makes this pretty pussy so wet thinkin’ about all the bad things I’ve done, ain’t that right, sweetheart?” he crooned down at her, her eyes growing darker with every word.
She whines faintly in her throat, biting her lip. “Joel,” she sighed, clinging to him, his voice lulling her into the state of mind he wanted her, relaxed, aching, submissive.
“Answer my question, baby,” he said lowly against her jaw, using his other hand to lace through her hair and tilt her head back roughly, earning another eager whine from her.
“Yes, yes, I love it,” she gasps, eyes already closing, that wicked grin making his cock twitch in his pants.
“I know you do, baby, you’re a little fucked up in the head, just like me,” he chuckled darkly, “But aren’t we all,” he added before leaning down to kiss her again, fisting the roots of her hair to secure his grip and keep her just how he wanted.
He picked her up by the back of her thighs, groaning slightly in pain when her leg brushed his freshly bandaged wound. Setting her on the counter, he immediately tugged her shirt off, throwing it to the side without a care, his hands rough and warm on her chest, tweaking her nipples and squeezing her breasts.
“Always so pretty for me, baby girl,” he groaned into her chest, his mouth latching onto one of her nipples while he continued toying with the other.
She moaned, her thighs hitched onto his hips, her fingers blindly reaching to undo the buttons of his shirt. As Joel continued to toy with her body, she worked her hands between them, feeling his length strained behind his pants.
“No,” she said, sounding breathless, when he went to shrug his shirt off. “Keep it on.”
He smirked knowingly. Something about the bloodstain most likely had her brain all foggy with some dark fantasy only he could fulfill. She definitely kept him on his toes.
“Take it out,” he said assertively, leaning back from her, watching her expertly undo his belt, unbuttoning his pants and dragging the zipper down until she could reach in and feel how hard and heavy he was, the faintest damp patch on the front of his boxers from his own budding excitement. “See what you do to me, baby girl, got me addicted to you, just thinkin’ bout it gets me hard,” he groaned as she caressed and groped him through his boxers.
“Feel,” she purred, using her other hand to bring his fingers over her panties, the material much more wet with her essence. “All for you, baby. Gonna do something about it?” she asked, sighing as his fingers moved the material aside and immediately slid into her heat. “Fuck!” she cried, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion but loving the stretch all the same.
He chuckled darkly, bringing his free hand to her throat, squeezing the sides. “So fuckin’ wet for me, baby girl, could slide right in no problem,” he groaned.
She nodded against his hand, slipping her hand past the waistband of his boxers and gripping him firmly. “Do it,” she encouraged him, jerking her hips up against his palm, “Fuck, please, do it.”
Yanking her panties down her legs, Joel pushed his own pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh, squeezing the base of his cock with a deep groan. She was already starting to drip onto the counter by the time he nudged the head in, sighing at the familiar warmth he could never have enough of.
“More,” she whined softly, leaning back, trying to scoot her hips forward.
He smirked, squeezing her throat again. “Bossy, tonight, aren’t we, baby?”
She huffed, obviously frustrated. “Yes.” She groans when he slips in another inch. “I want it all, Joel, please!”
“Hush now, baby, I’ll take care of you,” he soothed her, finding her little fit amusing. “I always do, don’t I?.”
She’s panting, squirming against him, desperate for more. “You’re teasing too much,” she grumbled, pouting.
He chuckles. “That’s funny comin’ from you, sweetheart.” He suddenly thrusts the rest of his length into her, reveling in how she cried out for him, her nails instantly digging into his forearm.
He begins to thrust roughly, a slow and steady pace that has her gasping out every breath, the slow torture just enough to satisfy her need as he worked her to orgasm. Those little noises had his cock twitching as she latched onto him.
“Feelin’ good, baby? Got quiet on me,” he choked out with a cocky smirk, her walls beginning to squeeze and flutter around him as she got closer to her end.
“Yes, yes, yes…so fucking good,” she nodded, pulling him down by his neck to kiss her, a wet and messy display of need.
He hummed in satisfaction against her lips. “Come on then, gorgeous, soak my cock, be a good girl and make a mess on me.”
“Joel!” she moaned, her thighs squeezing his sides.
She brushed the bandage again with her inner thigh, unintentionally of course, but it was just enough pressure to have Joel groaning, a strange combination of pain and pleasure that had him teetering on the end much quicker than he anticipated.
“Oh, f-fuck!” he grunted, erratically jerking into her until he came with a heavy groan.
He hadn’t even realized she’d also come, her walls still spasming as he rutted weakly into her, the tip of his cock quickly becoming very sensitive as she squeezed him with her release.
She was breathing hard, head leaning back on the bathroom sink mirror as she looked at him with a lazy, satisfied grin. “I love you…”
He grins, ducking his head down to kiss her softly, bringing his hand up her neck and into her hair as he deepened their kiss with a content sigh against her lips. “I love you too, baby, always.” He pecks her lips, helping her off the counter as well. “Can I burn this shirt now?” he asks, walking with her back into the bedroom, her laugh echoing around them as she agrees and helps him start a fire in the small pit in the backyard.
#joel miller imagine#joel miller ofc#joel miller x reader#joel miller smut#mafia!joel miller#joel miller fluff#joel miller fic#joel miller fanfic#joel miller au#last of us au
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PHEW FINALLY A WRITER WITH OPEN REQUESTS--- so i have been kinky asf EBEGHDFJC and i was imagining maths teacher jaehyun x english teacher reader x science teacher yuta.... THAT'LL BE SO HOT HWBGSEJFNFVH IM SORRY I'D LOVE IF U DO THIS,, with jaehyun having size kink and yuta having corruption kink and reader with thigh riding kink + also do it only if u want to im not forcing mwah take care.. <3
warnings: threesome (mxmxf), unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving)
A/N: hi ofc!! i’m sorry for this taking forever lol I've had family visiting (also this has not been proof read so forgive me for any mistakes)
“I’m gonna need the library today,” you hear Mr. Jung say to you as you sip your morning coffee.
You furrow your brows. “I told you last week that I was gonna be using it.”
He shrugs. “Principal administered a presentation about college for the kids, there’s nothing I can do.”
You resist rolling your eyes and walk over to Yuta. You two had been friends since high school and enjoyed gossiping about the other teachers over a glass of wine.
“I can’t stand him.” you scowl.
“It’s Mr. Jung isn’t it?” Yuta asked. “What did he ever do to you?”
“I told him that I needed the library today last week and he took it anyway.” you complain.
Yuta chuckles. “I think you’re just mad at him for taking your place as hottest teacher.”
You elbow him in the side, giggling. “Fuck off. He isn’t that hot anyway.”
“That hot?” Yuta raises an eyebrow. “So you do think he’s hot.”
“I can admit when another human is good looking alright? It doesn’t mean anything.” You shrug him off and he nods.
“Whatever you say y/n.”
You enter the principal’s office after school to complain about the library situation only to meet Mr. Jung there. You side eye him a bit.
He sighs. “What your deal Ms. y/l/n? I’m sorry I took the library but it wasn’t my choice.”
You ignore him.
“Come on,” he says. “I’ve been nothing but nice to you. I’m only here to make sure you get the library tomorrow.”
Your ears perk up at that. “Really?”
He nods. “Mhm. So are we good now?”
You cross your arms. “I suppose.”
He smiles. “Wanna go for coffee? Now that we’re friends?”
“Who said we were friends.” You cock an eyebrow.
He chuckles and leads you out of the office.
You drive separately and meet him at a nearby cafe.
You sit down in front of each other and order lattes and scones.
“So when did you start working at the school?” He asks you”
“About a year ago,” you reply. “how about you?”
“A couple months ago.”
You nod. “What made you want to become a teacher, we don’t get paid shit.”
He chuckles while adjusting his watch. “I taught my little sister how to read and write when I was in middle school and those are some of my favorite memories. What about you?”
You shrug. “My mom was a teacher.”
He chuckles again. You notices his Adam’s apple bob up and down.
You take a sip of your latte, trying to ignore the silence.
He clears his throat. “So what’s with you and Nakamoto?”
“Yuta?” you ask and he nods. “We’ve been friends from highschool.”
“Ahh okay.” he hums. “I bet he was a stoner.”
You laugh.
“I’m right huh?” Mr. Jung smiles.
“I mean you’re not wrong.” you take a bite out of your blueberry scone.
He points at your chin. “You got a bit of-“
You swipe at your face, trying to get the crumbs off but he reaches over and wipes them off himself. You struggle not to roll your eyes again. What a Disney prince prick, you think.
You converse about everything and anything for maybe half and hour.
“Really Ms. y/l/n?” he asks.
“You can call me y/n.”
He smiles. “You can call me Jaehyun.”
Jaehyun, Jaehyun. You roll the name around in your head. It suits him.
“Shit,” he says suddenly.
“What is it?” you ask.
“I think I left my phone in the principal’s office,” he says. “do you mind coming with me? I don’t know where the key is.”
You sigh and nod.
You meet him at the school and scavenge around your desk for the key.
He’s leaving against your door frame and you can’t help but notice how good he looks.
You want to touch him so bad. Feel the muscles under his dress shirt.
You bend over to look into one of your drawers, pointing your ass towards him on purpose only a little.
“I’m not sure where they are.” you groan and stand up. “Let’s check Yuta’s room, maybe he has them.”
You walk over to Yuta’s class with the only sound being your shoes clicking against the floor. You can feel him behind you though, a little closer than usual.
You push Yuta’s classroom door open to find him sitting at his desk grading papers.
“You’re still here?” you ask as he looks up at you. His eyes dart over to Jaehyun.
“Yeah,” he says. “I have some tests to finish grading, what’s up?”
“I need the key to the principal’s office, Jaehyun left his phone in there.”
He gives you a look that says when did you start calling him Jaehyun?
Yuta hands you the keys and runs a hand through his hair. “Have fun.” he says and you scoff.
“I hate you.” you say as you walk away.
“You know you love me.” he calls after you.
You and Jaehyun walk back to the office and snoop around for his phone.
“I can’t find it.” you say.
“Neither can I.” he says. You turn to him and notice that he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up. You swallow thickly. “What wrong?”
“Nothing,” you say quickly. “let’s keep looking.”
You bend over to check under the desk when you feel him bump into you. You almost giggle, he’s not even subtle with it.
“Excuse you.” you tease.
“Sorry, sorry.” you can hear the shyness in his voice. “I actually didn’t leave my phone here.”
You turn to look at him. “Huh?”
He’s rubbing at his wrists. “Yeah.”
“I don’t get it.” you put your hands on your hips.
“I just-“ he hesitates. “wanted to get you alone.”
“Oh?” you say. “Well that’s a little...”
“Creepy yeah I know I just didn’t know what else to do.” he says hastily. “I like you y/n.”
You smirk and subconsciously take a step towards him. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he whispers and dips down to kiss you.
Your arms wrap around his waist.
He kisses you softly like you’re a blooming daisy. His hands run down your body and he picks you up, hooking your legs around him. He sits down in the office chair and when he does you can feel his length against you. He got hard so quick, you think, I wonder how long he’s been thinking about this for. You shift your weight onto his thigh and grip onto his shoulders before rolling your hips. You can tell he’s a bit taken aback. You smile and kiss at his neck. It doesn’t take him long to take control though. He wraps one arm around your waist and keeps the other on your hips and he grinds you against him. You feel a whine escape from your mouth when you’re disrupted by the sound of a door opening.
“Whoa,” it’s Yuta.
You shoot up and adjust your top. “Uhm hey.”
He scoffs. “Don’t mind me, continue what you were doing.”
You raise an eyebrow. “What?”
“You heard me,” he says, crossing his arms. “I wanna watch.”
“What? No.” you say sternly but you feel your heart thump a bit when he starts walking towards you.
“Come one angel,” he says in a sultry tone you’ve never heard before. “for me?”
You start to feel a heartbeat somewhere else.
He pushes you back intro Jaehyun’s thigh but this time your back is facing him.
Yuta kisses you. “Ride his thigh y/n.”
You hesitate.
“You should do what I say, you don’t want to be punished right?”
Jaehyun grips your hips again and pushes you against him.
Yuta holds your face in his hands. “I never knew you were so dirty like this my precious y/n. It makes me wonder what you’ve done with all of your boyfriends over the years.”
You tug at his belt to get him to stand up and he does. You palm him through his pants.
He pets your head before picking you up and laying you down on the large empty desk. He tugs your to the end of the desk and spreads your legs.
“Can I?” he asks and you nod vigorously.
Jaehyun leans down and gives you a kiss. He starts to unbutton your shirt as Yuta tugs your pants down.
“Look at you,” Jaehyun coos. “so small and pretty under me.” he pulls your bra off and starts kissing your chest.
You breathing becomes labored as Yuta’s fingers rub your clit. You squeeze his hand.
“Please?” you ask him.
“Of course.” he pulls your underwear to the side and gives you an agonizingly slow lick before diving into you.
You gasp a bit and grip at Jaehyuns arms. “Fuck,” you moan.
If I knew he was this good I would’ve done this a while ago, you think.
You hear Jaehyun unbuckle his belt and you’re eager to reach up and stroke him.
You soon take him into your mouth and suck him slowly, circling your tongue on his tip over and over. But soon your technique becomes sloppy as Yuta’s tongue on your clit starts to take over your mind.
You feel your legs begin to tremble and Jaehyun pulls out of you. He gives your neck softly.
“Does it feel good?” he asks and you nod. “What a naughty girl, getting that pretty pussy eaten on your boss’s desk.”
He kisses your chest again, leaving blotchy red marks.
“Fuck her now.” he tells Yuta.
Yuta pulls away from your pussy and wipes your juices off with his finger before holding them up to your mouth.
“Suck.” he says.
You open your mouth and take his fingers as deep as you can.
“Good girl.” he says. That makes your thighs clamp together. Yuta smiles. “Do you like when I call you that?”
“Yeah,” you say quietly.
“Then listen to what we say and you’ll be hearing it all night.” he unbuckles his belt and gives himself a few strokes. He rubs the tip over your clit a few times before pushing into you.
The whine and grab onto Jaehyun’s arm.
“You love getting your pussy stretched huh.” he says while reaching down to run circles on your clit.
“Yes,” you say pathetically. You whine. “fuck that feels good.”
Yuta thrusts into you slowly a couple of times before snapping his hips into yours.
Your loud moan is muffled by Jaehyun’s hand over your mouth.
“Hush my love, don’t want to get caught do we?” he says while giving your nipple a small pinch.
Your whines and whimper grow louder as Yuta continues to pound you.
Jaehyun leans down and gives you a kiss. “Are you close sweetheart?”
You nod. You can feel your eyes starting to tear up.
“How badly do you want it?” Yuta asks.
“Really bad,” you exhale. “please make cum.”
Jaehyuns fingers on your clit start to fasten.
“You can do it,” he says lowly. “cum on that cock.”
You grip onto Jaehyun for the hundredth time of the night as you finally climax. Your eyes roll back and you’re embraced by euphoria itself.
“Fuck that’s hot.” Jaehyun growls.
Yuta pulls out of you and watches his cum drip onto the desk.
Jaehyun peppers your forehead with kisses as Yuta grabs napkins to clean you up.
“I never thought you’d be down for something like this.” he says while helping you pull your underwear up.
“Me neither to be honest.” you giggle.
“Next time I get to fuck her.” Jaehyun says and you tsk him.
“I’ll be the one to decide that.” you say.
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Honestly, I'd piss him off on purpose. (Namjoon x OFC)
Pairing: Namjoon x Original Female Character
Genre/Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, too tired to beta
Tags: Artist!Namjoon, Yoongi and Tae are the best flatmates, Enemies to Lovers I guess... more like brats to making out in the storage unit, OFC is an idiot.
Summary:
"Wow. Is that that grumpy artist behind you? Jesus. He really looks like a bit of a dick. And you are right. He really is hot..."
Oh no. Speakerphone.
Namjoon was standing behind me and was staring at me. Then at my phone.
He let out a little laugh, then raised his hand to wave at Tae and Yoongi outside who were now also staring at him as if frozen, before turning around in unison.
As if that would help. As if he couldn't see them.
Or better even... couldn't hear them.
[...]
Mister Darcy has nothing on Kim Namjoon - that new and upcoming artist you probably already heard of (You haven't? How dare you? At least have the decency to pretend you have!).
He is cold, serious, and rather good at making other people believe he is a prick.
Especially Elizabeth Bennet - uh... Charlotte - is about to lose it because of him. Maybe in a good way.
Man, I'd literally piss him off on purpose.
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CHAPTER 1
Even the sound of my own nails rhythmically tapping on the top of the counter was annoying me. To be fair, it didn't need much today to blow my fuze that had never been particularly long in the first place.
But after a week consisting of being belittled by old white men and endless hours of unpaid overtime I about had it.
Welcome to the art world. You know well before you enter that the hours are horrible and the job market is more than frustrating, but you love art and you have good organisational skills, you are resilient, charming when it counts and tend to romanticize things even when you know you shouldn't. It's too late to turn around now.
"That is why I don't use an agenda or notebook. If something is important enough for me to attend I simply won't forget. I know you youngsters are all about the bullet journaling and expressing yourself by mapping out your life but it really is just another way to procrastinate instead of getting to actual work."
For a second I considered throwing my damn notebook in the buyer's face, but that probably wouldn't have helped my CV and the new job I would have to look for starting tomorrow.
At least I should have screamed at him a little.
Mainly, that I didn't care, that I was on my period and my shitty shower in the shitty flat i shared had broken and no dry shampoo in the world had fixed my hair this morning and that god damn it, how the hell was I supposed to remember every phone number, every call my boss had to take, every art handling transport I had organized if I couldn't write it down somewhere.
Instead, I smiled. Died a little on the inside and complimented him on the gift of his exceptional memory and asked whether he would like another cup of coffee.
"What a dick." Samantha murmured, more to herself than me, after the guy had finally left, which made me snort under my breath.
She usually didn't say much but when she did it was usually pure gold.
In the end, it didn't matter that he was. Didn't matter that everyone at the gallery thought the art he had bought from us over the last couple of months had neither been smart nor impressive purchases. Mainly expensive. And flashy.
"Doesn't matter now." I said in a sigh after a quick glance at the clock.
It was Friday night and we were about to close. Since it was my birthday on Monday I had taken two days off, about the longest break I had had this year and I was looking forward to being the lazy slob for a few days I was maybe always meant to be.
In silence we answered a few last emails, tidied up the desks and counters so that potential buyers that would come in over the weekend wouldn't have to suspect anyone was actually working here. - A white desk. A huge Imac on it. That was all they needed to see, folders and pens and apparently especially agendas to be hidden away in drawers.
At five to eight I threw on my coat and Samantha just gave me a tired smile. Probably happy for me, just exhausted.
"Have fun then? Don't get too wasted?"
"Oh..." I said with a huge smug grin on my lips. "You have no idea... gonna take a bottle of Moët with me from the bar and drink it in my bathtub after eating a huge pepperoni pizza by myself and dancing to only the finest of 90s Euro Trash."
I couldn't help it, apparently, I felt it necessary to give Sam a little demonstration, waving my arms up and down while swaying my hips in a way that I'd probably would not have if it hadn't been for a bit with an audience of a single person. Or maybe two?
A quiet scoff behind me and I quickly turned around, slowly lowering my arms, Sam biting her lower lip at the sight of me standing there like an idiot in front of HIM of all people.
Men didn't have to be old to annoy me. Or white.
Yes, those were the ones that pissed me off most usually, but no one had managed to do so as much as Kim Namjoon recently.
And now he was standing there, looking me up and down and stopping at my hair. The crazy too-much-dry-shampoo-because-the-shower-broke-hair.
"Nice." He just commented and then looked over at Sam.
"I'd like to take a last look before Sunday's opening if that is okay?"
I stood there, my shoulders dropping, completely ignored.
"Uhm, actually, my babysitter has to leave in about an hour and I will have to be home before that." Samantha replied and I was impressed by how calm she stayed.
"Of course." Namjoon said and gave her a slight smile. "Anyone else still around? Chris maybe?"
Of course Chris hadn't been in today. It was Friday and unless important guests had announced themselves the owner of the gallery wasn't around on Fridays...
"I am afraid not. But maybe Charlotte has a few minutes?"
Well. Thanks. Thanks a lot. I felt a little betrayed.
"Wouldn't want to keep anyone from their important Moët-Pizza-Dance Party plans." Namjoon replied before I could say a word. His voice once more dropping to a hushed, deep disapproval and his hands buried in the pockets of his rather expensive looking coat. Silence for a few moments and then he just walked off towards the room his exhibition had been set up all week. Showing without a further word that I would have to stay anyways if he wanted it that way.
"Well thank you for pushing me under the bus like that. Really appreciate it."
"I am so sorry. But I was serious, I can't lose this babysitter. She got Jamie to eat vegetables. VEGETABLES!" Samantha suddenly seemed in a rush, grabbing her jacket and purse and showering me in promises she would make it up to me. Even though we both knew that wouldn't happen and wasn't necessary. Suddenly having to stay longer was normal. I just hated that it had to be today. And because of him.
I heard the door close behind Sam and I stood there for a second before putting my bag down again.
Usually, I would have followed the artist, asking if I could somehow help, but nahhh... my ego was bruised up enough now, especially remembering the little dance. I closed my eyes.
Fucking hated the guy.
Always had. Well, not quite.
I had thought he was cool for about five minutes when he had come in the first time.
We had heard about him for quite a few months before, I think I had even seen pictures of him at some point, but those were nothing compared to him in real life. He came in all cheekbones and sharp chin and an all grey outfit, quick pace, observant gaze. Incredibly hot. He had also completely ignored me.
That's how it had started - a bruised ego. He couldn't know that it was my weak spot.
Having studied art and its management and now feeling like a better secretary at times, when my colleagues and I were doing all the behind the scenes work while Chris worked very little hours and ended up with all the money and recognition.
I was aware this wasn't the only field of work where this was the case, but it still frustrated me... I had imagined my life in the last years of my 20s to be a bit more glamorous than living in a tiny apartment on the outskirts of the city... spending my Friday night waiting for some rude artist dude to leave so I could lock up.
But what I perhaps hated most about him... was that I admired him. - Purely for his art. Really. Even the fact that he kept acting as if I wasn't around every time he came in didn't mean I couldn't admit that. At least to myself.
The stories behind his huge colleagues were clever and thought through, but even without context, the pure aesthetics were mesmerizing. It was the kind of art that touched something deep inside of you and standing in front of it I always had a hundred questions. Whenever he brought in a new piece I was the first one to sneak a peek in the back rooms before it was hung.
"I don't get why you have such a problem with him. He is just... quiet. I think he might even be shy... stop being so sensitive and just ask him out already."
I had almost strangled Sam for that comment a couple of weeks back.
Stop being so sensitive. What did that even mean? Comments like that made me want to cry and scream at the same time, which probably would have been perceived as even more sensitive, but when had insensitivity become something to strive for?
I had only kept quiet because I liked Sam and I knew what she had tried to say. At least I thought so.
That I might have given less of a shit if I hadn't been rather attracted to Namjoon. Even though I had never mentioned it, she just knew.
She knew if I didn't care about something I didn't waste my time on it. But if something made me angry or upset there was usually more to it. I hated that she could read me that easily.
But he was still a dick and I still wanted to go home.
He took his sweet time. After an hour I walked up to him, a little speech prepared in my head about how he could come back first thing tomorrow. But when he turned around he just raised a hand between us to keep me from interrupting and turned away again.
I hadn't seen that he was on the phone.
"No, it's nothing, just one of the gallery employees." I heard him say and okay... if I wasn't about to explode before I was now.
I stood there for a minute, fuming, and then simply walked back to the office area, my hand shaking when I started turning off the gallery lights one by one. It wasn't as satisfying as I had hoped but still felt good. Two minutes later the only lights still on were the one above my head and the one in front of the door. I would at least give him a clear direction where to head, he seemed to need it.
When Namjoon appeared out of one of the dark corners he looked even more annoyed than usual.
Looking my direction through squinting eyes and his tongue pushing against the inside of his cheek. "Seriously?" he yelled my way and almost walked into one of the little flyer shelves. Wasn't the first time I had seen that happen to him though so maybe that had nothing to do with the light.
I felt oddly triumphant.
By the time I had put on my coat and turned off the remaining lights, ready to finally lock up, Namjoon had almost found his way, standing in the open door, still on his phone.
A little groan from my side when he didn't even notice that I was standing behind me went by unnoticed. Or simply ignored.
But instead of the appropriate clearing of the throat or the maybe less polite squeezing past him, I just put my hands on his back and gently pushed him forward a bit, until his feet hit the pavement and he turned around.
Dropping his hand with the phone in it, for a second he looked like he wanted to push back. Or trample me.
"Okay, what the hell is your problem, Charlotte?"
His voice was hoarse. His eyes dark. God, he was hot. I hated him so much.
"You." I simply replied and stared at him for a second, then turned around and locked the two locks on the door before stepping over to the alarm system. I couldn't help feeling smug because apparently, he knew my name.
I imagined him staring at the back of my head because he was flustered, but couldn't be sure. All I knew was that when I turned around again a minute later he was still standing there, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his lips pressed together forming a straight line and watching me.
"Do you always act like that at work around people who could get you into trouble?"
He was right, he could get me into trouble. But I was too fired up now, my heart racing.
"Is that a threat?"
"An observation."
"Only around the ones I don't like."
"Cool."
"Great."
"Enjoy the dance party. Sounds shit."
And with those words he had turned around, coat flying open in the wind, unfortunately making him look really cool as he walked away and I ABSOLUTELY HATED HIM. I kept my mouth shut and just walked off in the other direction, realizing minutes later that my car was parked the other way, but I kept walking for a while before I finally turned around.
It took a while to calm down and only cuddling up to my cat on the couch to trash tv finally did the job. But by then I had realized something I wasn't sure I liked too much.
Yeah, I thought he was a prick.
And yeah I should have just played it cool. Would have been much smarted in many regards.
But I also had somewhat enjoyed myself in the most fucked up way.
Seeing that stern look, that intense posture as he was towering over me... man, I'd literally piss him off on purpose.
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just a lil “if ash lived” headcanon that i need to unload somewhere bc i've been holding it in for a long time
- set within the manga ‘verse
- takes place when ash and eiji are in their early 30s... so around the mid 1990s?
- i don’t get the weird animanga trope where older = longer hair, so they’re gonna look the same... maybe with slightly shorter hair bc they get regular haircuts now
- (note: i've always interpreted long-haired eiji as symbolic of the fact that he couldn't move on from ash’s death)
- ash and eiji will continue living in the states, idk if still in NYC or somewhere else. they’ll move around a lot though.
- ash will mostly remain underground as he had to fake his death after lao’s stab, but he does it in a "hiding in plain sight" kind of way. only a handful of people know he’s still alive.
- ash spends most of his time on the computer, mostly coding, hacking, being a nerd, among other fun stuff.
- he also takes on “jobs” anonymously, and occasionally from max (who’s still into investigative journalism) when he needs info that can only be obtained through Dubious Means.
- i also like to think that ash's a bit of a hacker robin hood lol. but he isn’t doing it purely out of the goodness of his heart, as part of it is a subconscious need to atone for his “sins” and cleanse the gnawing and persistent feeling of shame that gets amplified when he’s around eiji.
- also whatever he’s up to these days would ofc still be Highly Dangerous and Illegal, but it keeps him busy and would sate the part of him that’s still hungry for adrenaline without him having to engage in stuff like active bloodshed or substance abuse. basically that’s how i imagine he’d try to cope with life the only way he knows.
- eiji continues to do photography and other part time gigs bc he does not like the idea of mooching off ash forever, and he slowly makes a name for himself.
- ash and eiji live together but they are NOT together in a romantic sense... not yet >:)
- therefore eiji will probably date other people in the meantime, which gets a little troublesome bc it's not like he can bring them home to where his secret Very Important Friend is secretly hiding.
- ash will maybe have one-night stands every now and then. or not. idk. this isn’t a very important detail.
- anyway there will be lots of clueless but mutual pining :)
- ash especially, is of the opinion that they should start living separately bc someone will eventually track him down, maybe someone who has a past or present grudge on him. combined with his current activities, it’s only a matter of time before eiji would unwittingly get dragged into his problems again.
- eiji is v adamantly against that plan bc he's sorta developed a debilitating sense of paranoia that ash might just get killed somewhere while he’s not looking. not that ash isn’t paranoid either, but his insecurities often tip the scale over to “eiji is safer away from me” than “with me”.
- basically they’re doing their whole “stay. no, leave. no, stay” dance all over again, but like, dragged out over MANY YEARS.
- you thought eiji’s letter would’ve cleared up any crossed wires?
- HELL NO
- like yea, there was probably a beautiful honeymoon period of about a year or two after they reunited, before their respective trauma and issues started creeping in and fucking things up again.
- esp on ash’s end, i think he’d engage in a lot of self-sabotage. and eiji is only human, he has his own limits and baggage too.
- there will be a government conspiracy plotline but on a smaller scale compared to canon that i am unfortunately not knowledgeable enough to worldbuild on, but it will probably have something to do with cybercrime/cyberterrorism/stuff like that bc it needs to tie in with ash's hacking shenanigans.
- i've heard that sing ends up becoming some sorta political big shot in yasha? idk, i haven't read it myself, but since china’s rising status was mentioned in GoL i imagine the plot should relate to that somehow.
- therefore sing would also get to be in this story!
- i guess this means yut-lung would come into the picture at some point as well, and it would be a good opportunity for a redemption arc but i haven’t given it much of a thought bc i’m indifferent to his character orz SORRY.
- look i can’t do plot, but i am basically envisioning a political thriller with a side of slow burn romance (wait, you mean like a rehash of canon?)
- i’m thinking max is the one who kicks off the story by bringing something fishy to ash, and they just end up uncovering more and more and MORE stuff as they keep going.
- so for like 80% of the story, ash and eiji will be separated bc ash will be busy spying or infiltrating something... and being at the center of Plot Things, while max and eiji will be more on the outside dealing with the journalist side of things. i’m fond of max-ash interactions but i’m also REALLY CURIOUS about max-eiji’s dynamic :D
- meanwhile sing will be like, half in and half out i imagine. he's versatile like that lol
- ...i did NOT mean that in a dirty way
- anyway, this will provide ash and eiji ample space to work out their issues separately, as i think living in close quarters for so many years has actually been aggravating them. ofc those issues don’t get 100% resolved by the end, but some time apart from each other to cool off and spend with other people should provide a bit of perspective.
- i want ash to make some NEW FRIENDS (!!!) that are on the same wavelength as him bc there’s only so much that he can tell eiji and i’m sure he gets rather lonely, so there will be OCs that he will meet in the middle of Plot Things.
- ash will get trapped at some point. preferably with sing so they can have a much needed heart-to-heart talk. they’ll have a lot to hash out, ranging from the events in BF, shorter’s and lao’s death, all the way to ash’s love life.
- btw i like the idea of eiji and sing being close drinking buddies who confide in one another but ash is kinda, justalittle, not very happy about that LOL
- i mean, it's not like eiji can confide in ash when ash is the topic at hand, ya get me? as for sing, he’s similar to ash in the sense that they live dangerous lives, so i imagine he just finds it nice to be able to hang out with someone mundane like eiji every now and then.
- not to say that ash and sing aren’t talking to each other at all, but i think they’d have a bit of a rift between them. sing probably does feel some resentment, both at ash for killing lao AND at himself bc he knows deep down that given a choice, he would’ve saved ash over his own brother. ash can sense that tortured vibe, so eiji’s like their middle man. AND THAT’S WHY THEY NEED A HEART-TO-HEART TALK
- (SIDE NOTE: i want akira to have a role in this too. i actually have a separate headcanon that happens prior to this story... kinda like an alternate GoL?
akira goes to the states to visit eiji, but ash is also there, yeah? akira and ash start out sorta prickly with each other bc ash is all weird and standoffish and always cooped up in his room. she probably mistook him as a jobless model mooching off eiji at first since 1) eiji and ibe have never spoken about him back in japan (cuz he’s supposed to be dead), 2) why would eiji be living with some random hot guy? unless they met during one of his photography gigs? right???
and then she ends up witnessing them in the middle of a tiff, which makes her not like ash even more bc HOW DARE HE YELL AT POOR OKUMURA-SAN??? UNGRATEFUL JERK!!!
but over the course of her visit, she snoops around learns a bit about their history and gathers hints as to why their r’ship is kinda strained. also ash and akira somehow end up bonding (reluctantly) over their emotional insecurities and part on a friendly rivalry to win over eiji’s affections (which eiji is completely oblivious to. also akira may have been 100% serious but ash was just jokingly playing along with her (OR WAS HE???)). anyway long story short, ash teaches akira some cool tech/IT stuff along the way so that leads to her gaining an interest in the field.
she won’t be able to do much in this story, but a minor role would be cool :)
^ a lighthearted gyoza-making scene amid all the angst)
- (SIDE NOTE #2: i ALSO want cain to feature in this, but bc canon provided very little bg info on him it’s hard for me to figure out where he’d fit. but i suppose that’s precisely why it would be great to include him, since i can just make up my own backstory! lol. for now, i think he should be connected to one of the new OCs to make him more central to the plot. or heck, he can be involved himself! ...yeah, i’m just salty about how cain was treated more like a convenient plot device compared to the other major side characters. we barely know anything about him even though he was one of ash’s most trusted allies. #caindeservedbetter2k20)
- anyway, back to the main story. ash (and his new "friends") barely escape where they’re held hostage. ash would be rusty with combat now as he’s spent the past few years doing only stealth work and being rather sedentary.
- so there’ll be lotsa old man!ash jokes like them poking fun at him whenever he complains about his back hehe
- when they finally emerge outside they find themselves in the middle of nowhere! they then hijack a passing pickup truck and do a roadtrip back to civilisation. ROAD TRIP FTW
- at this point, quite some time has already passed and ash even has a fuzzy beard and mane and all. he’s standing at the back of the truck with a small smile on his face and the wind blowing in his hair, thinking GONNA GO BACK AND SEE EIJI, MISS HIM LOADS, HELL YEA
- (bonus: this song and this scene is the catalyst for this entire headcanon btw)
(drew this about a year ago. i was trying to imitate the manga’s art style... and the ash i had in my mind was a little different. i’m too lazy to redraw, but he’s fuzzier now okay! MORE FUZZ! like an actual freakin LION!)
- meanwhile, eiji and max will get into some deep shit around this point?
- eiji in the pic above was me imagining that the Bad Guys had tossed some damning evidence (eg. severed body part?) on the ground like “ash’s dead/ash’s in a lot of danger now so hand over all the info u have”
- and eiji and max are like. SHOOKETH
- this would be the 3rd time ash has “died” after all, and as they say... 3rd time's the charm...
- eiji almost gives in, but then max spits in their face like fuck no and then... yeah. they get beat up and taken away or something lol
- EDIT: hmm... what if the Bad Guy is someone IN the government, and he uses his power to get eiji and max arrested for aiding and abetting a wanted fugitive (ash). and then ash has to rescue them... JAILBREAK STYLE
- also it might be cool to introduce ash's mom somewhere in this story... maybe SHE'S the villain! mwahaha *drama intensifies*
- anyways they will get saved by ash and gang bc that’s just the way things go, BUT! only on the condition they already made it out at least 80% of the way bc GODDAMN IT👏LET👏EIJI👏BE👏BADASS👏FOR👏ONCE👏
- (that is, after he overcomes the initial shock of ash possibly being dead again... again...... again............)
- there will ofc be moments of “oh my god, you’re okay” "i thought i lost you...!"
- something like this, because one can never have enough cheesy reunion scenes
- this will eventually lead to REVELATIONS (of the romantic kind, yes)
- buuuut they will never say "i love you" directly to each other bc ash is too emotionally constipated and eiji is too japanese. it's okay, they will communicate it through heated stares 👀
- i would love for there to be a scene where they have to be separated again for Plot Reasons and ash sorta hesitantly goes all "...will you wait for me?" as a direct parallel to canon!eiji's "i'll be waiting" and it’s like,
- FINALLY!
- FINALLY!!!!!!!!!! ash has finally allowed himself to ask for this, to let himself want it!
- and eiji would be like OF COURSE I WILL YOU BIG DUMMY, ALWAYS AND FOREVER
- but i think it'd be hilarious if eiji pops up while ash's in the middle of the final showdown and ash's like WTF I TOLD YOU TO WAIT FOR ME and eiji's like I WAS WORRIED OKAY YOU WERE TAKING SO LONG
- idk how this is supposed to end...
- oh wait! since the plot is government-related, maybe Someone will be able to pull strings to wipe out ash’s criminal record (past and present) and give him a brand new 100% legal identity, as thanks for his efforts? or maybe ash (or sing) just does it himself somewhere along the way LOL. anyway, he’ll be able to start over with a fresh clean slate and finally work on recovery FOR REAL NOW. yes this is a happy ending AND it didn’t require him to go to japan /flips off canon
- ...i realise it’s never going to be that simple but W H A T E V E R
- (also they probably will visit japan in the future with that shiny new passport... gotta meet the in-laws and all y’know)
- who do i gotta pay to write this cheesy self-indulgent fic for me
#since tumblr is for talking to myself that is exactly what im gonna do now#a very long self-indulgent post //#banana fish
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01 & 02 | home; juice ortiz.
Notes:
.... and apparently, my brain yearned to write angsty and kind of tragic things. I really haven’t written much for sons of anarchy beyond a few little short things here and there so.. be warned. I’m gonna loosely follow some of the things that happen on the show timeline, but.. this one might take longer to write / post / update because I’m going to try to watch SOA again as I do this. Try being the operative.
So uh.. buckle up?
Also.. I haven’t made a cover for this yet. or a soundtrack. And this is c
Pairing:
Teller Morrow OFC x Juice Ortiz.
Summary:
“Home is where love resides, memories are created, friends always belong, and laughter never ends.” “A house is made of bricks and beams. A home is made of hopes and dreams.” “Home is not a place…it's a feeling.”
“Home is wherever I’m with you.”
Years ago, Hazelynn Teller (Morrow) left Charming behind. She turned her back on everything in search of something.. anything that felt like it fit. But nothing ever did. After a series of events cause her to re-evaluate and she finds herself returning to Charming, can she fix everything she broke when she left?
And again I ask.. why must my summaries suck? I swear this might possibly be better than the summary.
Warnings:
Injury / accident tw - for this chapter only. Mentions of a genetic heart defect / a newborn in NICU. fighting / violence tw - duh, this show was pretty damn violent and there’s no way I can escape having at least some of the major stuff that happened present. slow burn and angst. because people don’t just fall back together and feelings aren’t magically healed. eventual filth. any other triggering things that arise I’ll warn in those chapters. These are just the ones I can think of, immediately, right now.
Other Stuff:
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@brithedemonspawn
@chasingeverybreakingwave
@kyleoreillysknee
@rampagewriting
@sassymox
@twistnet
ONE.
The phone ringing had Jax Teller sitting up in bed. He grimaced at the pounding hangover and he reached for his cellphone, answering.
“Are you family of Hazelynn Teller Morrow?”
“She’s my baby sister, why?” Jax wasn’t getting a good feeling at all. The woman on the other end of the line sounded so formal and her tone was so clipped. Unconcerned. It was his own personal experience that usually, when you got a call like this in the middle of the night, nothing good ever came of it.
What the nurse told him next left him reeling.
“There’s been an accident. She’s been admitted to Santa Monica General. Her daughter is in the NICU.”
“You said Santa Monica General, right?” Jax was sitting up in bed now, trying to get his heart down out of his throat. He was slipping out of bed, grabbing for his jeans on the floor. “Are you sure there isn’t some mistake? My sister, she… She doesn’t have a kid. Not that I’m aware of..” He was hoping against hope that there was a mistake somewhere, but the nurse spoke again.
“Your sister was in labor and on her way here to give birth when the accident occurred. We had to induce labor. Given the state your sister is in, we’re calling the family since we have no way to know who the baby’s father is… Just to err on the side of caution.”
Jax’s stomach rolled. Tara hugged against him from behind. “What’s going on, Jax?”
Jax shushed her, listening to the nurse detail his sister’s injuries and the fact that while they were trying to save his niece she slipped into a coma and had yet to wake up. When he hung up the phone, he swung at a wall.
“Jax?”
“I have to go pick up my mom.” Jax grabbed the keys to his bike and rushed out of the house, firing it up.
The entire drive across town to his mother’s house passed by in a daze. He didn’t even remember what color the stoplight had been when he went through it, only that he was sitting in his mother’s driveway only three and a half minutes later. Rushing to his mom’s front door. Pounding on it to wake her up.
Gemma threw the door open, a brow raised at Jax when she saw him standing on the other side. “Jax?”
“Mom, it’s Hazelynn… The hospital in Santa Monica called me.”
Gemma’s mouth opened only to close again. It was probably one of very few times over the course of his life that Jax Teller had actually seen his mother speechless. Or about to cry.
“What happened? Jax, talk to me. Talk to me now.” Gemma demanded, her voice shaky. Jax took a few deep breaths and put his arms around his mother, explaining what the nurse told him when she’d called. Gemma’s tears started to fall and she bolted back into the house, shaking Clay awake.
Clay grumbled at the early hour but sat up.
Looking as if he’d vomit as Jax repeated everything the nurse told him for a second time that night.
“I’ll drive. Neither of you are in the shape.” Clay was up and getting dressed on auto pilot, stopping at one point to question, “They say whether she had anybody there with her?”
“The whole reason the nurse is calling family is because she was coming to the hospital alone because she’d gone into labor. They can’t track down a father.”
“Oh, I’ll find the bastard.”
“Clay…”
“I’m not kidding Gemma.” Clay’s fists clenched and he took a few deep breaths.
“We’ll just get there and assess the situation. Go from there. She needs us.” Gemma gave Clay a firm look of warning and it seemed to get him reasonably calm.
The next few hours were sitting in silence in a waiting room. Endless pots of shitty break room coffee. Gemma jumping every time someone coded.
And finally, around 9 am, a doctor got around to them.
Hazelynn was awake. And her vitals seemed steady.
“Can we go back to see her?”
“In an hour. We want to make sure she’s up to it.”
“What about my niece?”
“One at a time. I’ll send a nurse over to get you prepped to go down to NICU.” The doctor promised, setting off to go and track down a nurse.
The nurse showed up a few minutes later and Gemma stood, the shock starting to subside but only slightly. As they walked back to the NICU nursery, the nurse told Gemma that they’d detected a heart defect and Gemma explained that both herself and her granddaughter’s uncle suffered from similar.
“We’re not supposed to let anyone back here that isn’t a parent until 8 pm.. But given the circumstance…”
Gemma thanked her and stepped into the room, taking a seat in the chair in the corner. The nurse brought over her granddaughter and Gemma took her in her arms.
“Oh sweetie. Everything is going to be okay.”
But Gemma was afraid. So very afraid.
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“ You don’t have to leave town, Haze.”
It was the last thing my brother said to me. He’d hugged me. Then my mom hugged me and wiped at her eyes. Made me promise a thousand times to call and come back to visit. I promised her I would, even though I knew deep down I’d be limiting myself to calls only.
If I went home to visit, I might not ever leave again.
And I didn’t want to be like all the other girls I went to school with, settling down and settling for whatever came their way.
I left town with all these big ambitions and plans. And one by one, life knocked them right out from beneath me. Life tried again and again to break me but I was too stubborn to be broken.
But this last blow.. This last blow was too much.
The nurse came in to check on me and the first thing I demanded was to know if my daughter was alright. The second and a half it took the nurse to tell me that my daughter was alive and currently down in NICU was the longest second and a half of my entire life and the second I heard the nurse tell me that my daughter was alive and I hadn’t lost her, I broke.
Sobbing. Grateful.
If I’d lost her… I shoved the thought out because I just couldn’t.
“Wait.. NICU… What’s wrong with her? What’s wrong with my baby?”
“The doctors detected a heart defect.”
I took a shaky breath. I’d been warned by my mom that there was a possibility that any children I had could end up with the heart defect, even though it managed to skip over me. At my last checkup, my doctor had been concerned about the genetic heart defect present in my brother and my mother. Nothing had shown up in any of the tests they’d been able to do at that point, so I’d been hopeful.
I nodded. Taking a few deep breaths. Moving to sit but wincing when a wave of pain washed over me.
The door to my private room opened and my brother stepped in. My birth father Clay standing behind him.
Jax rushed over to the bed, putting my legs back into it. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m going to see my daughter. I.. She needs me, Jax.”
“She needs you healthy, darlin.” Clay spoke up quietly.
Awkwardly, I let him hug me. Things had always been tense between us. More so when the truth came out that he was my actual father. It had thrown my entire life in a tailspin back then and while I’m not proud to admit it at all, I’d went full on rebellious. Refusing to acknowledge him.
But he’d kept trying.
“I couldn’t even keep myself from crashing a fucking car. I failed already. She could’ve died.” I was full on sobbing now as everything hit me. I looked from Jax to Clay and asked quietly, “Where’s mom?” I.. Need to see her.”
“Your mom’s down in NICU.” Clay explained, doing his best to give me a reassuring look. Wincing at the way my forehead was stitched. “Least you got the Morrow hard head, huh?” he tried to joke. Jax gave him a warning look, but rather than stubbornly refuse to go along with it like I used to in all of Clay’s past attempts to bond with me over the years, all I could do this time was nod. Mutter quietly, “Thank god.”
My brother cleared his throat.
“What about the father?”
“What about him? He’s married. Dropped me like a bad habit when he found out I wasn’t getting rid of the baby. Only after he tried to pay me off.”
Jax’s fist clenched and I shook my head. “I’m better off… I.. I mean I think I am.” my words fell away and I leaned my head back against the pillow behind me gingerly.
“You didn’t have any friends you could get to drive you?” Clay questioned. I shook my head, not bothering to open my eyes. “I’d just moved here. I was.. Working up the nerve to come home. I didn’t really know anybody.”
“So the kid’s dad is elsewhere?” Clay questioned further. I could just tell by his tone that he was already thinking of the best way to make the situation right. To make the father of my child pay for being an actual piece of shit.
“Clay, whatever you’re thinking, don’t. Leave it alone, sir. Not everybody has to pay for their wrongs your way. The bastard will regret it one day when she grows up and she’s amazing and she didn’t need him. I don’t want the guy near me.”
It didn’t stop the look in his eyes and I sighed. Appealing to the last card I held that I thought might work. “If you care about me at all and you still want to be a part of my life, sir.. You’ll leave this alone. I just… I want to put it behind me.”
I let out a ragged breath and searched his eyes. When he seemed to relax and grumble while shaking his head, I relaxed. It felt as if he were going to let it go as I asked. Maybe going away had changed things just a little.
Jax spoke up quietly.
“ You scared the fuck out of me.”
“Try being me.” I muttered quietly, letting my brother hug me, holding on just a little tighter.
The door to my room opened again and my mother stepped in. She didn’t look like the same carefully put together woman I remembered. She looked like she was drained. Scared to death.
Suddenly, I wanted to go back in time and punch my younger self in the throat. How could I have ever thought that just because I was a reminder of the affair my mom started with Clay Morrow before Jax’s father passed away that she cared less.. Or that me being around was just painful for her to begin with?
I felt worse than I’ve ever felt before.
Jax stopped my mom, asking if she thought they’d let him go back and sit with my daughter. My mom led him back out in the hallway, probably to go find the NICU nurse on duty and find out the answer, and this left me and my birth father alone together.
“I know we never got along real good, kid.”
“I’m sorry.” I blurted it out before he could say anything else. “I was messed up, okay? The way it came out… The way it made everyone fight… I just.. I don’t know.” I dropped my gaze to the thin white blanket over my legs and Clay sighed.
“If you want to come home… It’d make more sense, I’d think. Gonna be damn hard to help out with my grandkid when you’re all the way in Santa Monica. And I’m not about to let my daughter take all this on by herself. We clear, Red?”
I mulled it over. It wasn’t something I’d already been heavily leaning towards for the better part of a month now. I’d just been too scared to pull the trigger and do it.
“Yes sir.” I answered, managing a smile.
My mom stepped into the room, door shutting behind her quietly.
“I cannot wait until you are away from this hospital. Do you know how fucking difficult it is to get anybody to answer a simple question?” my mom muttered, leaning down, hugging me tight. Fussing over a stitch on my forehead, grumbling “They didn’t even attempt to close this properly. I’ve seen bikers at Sturgis do a better sew up.” and making me laugh. Just a little.
She pulled away from the hug and brushed some hair away from my forehead. “Sweetie, I..” she started to say something but I shook my head. “I’m sorry, Mom. For everything.”
“I’m sorry too. I didn’t know you felt the way you felt until your brother threw it up right after you left. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I couldn’t.”
“Don’t start crying.” my mom was reaching for a tissue, gingerly dabbing it at my eyes. “The important thing is it’s behind us. Okay?”
I nodded.
“You’re moving back to Charming.”
Normally, my mother making demands would’ve set me on edge. But I wasn’t that same angry rebellious girl anymore. And deep down, I was starting to realize just how much I loved and needed my family, especially right now.
Warts and all.
“Okay.” I managed a weak smile.
“Was she okay?” I asked quietly after another tight hug that had me wincing just a little and reminding her gently that I was one giant ache. My mom smiled and nodded. “She’s as beautiful as you, sweetie. And despite the family flaw striking again, I think she’s a fighter already. Have you got a name?”
“ Emma Sophia.”
My mom smiled at that. I figured she would because Emma was basically just Gemma, shortened. And Sophia in tribute to all the old movies she used to make me sit through with her when I was younger, after an actress named Sophia Loren.
“I like that, sweetie.”
When she was sure Clay wasn’t actively listening, she whispered quietly, “And the father?”
“Is not an issue. Nor will he ever be one. I got him to sign away paternal rights.”
“You’re sure.” My mom asked again and I nodded. “He was married, mom, I... “ I trailed off, waiting for a lecture. Instead, my mom sighed and nodded. “It’s okay. Everything will be okay.”
And for the first time in years, I really believed she was right. Maybe everything really would be okay now.
The doctor came in to check on me again and check my vitals and after doing that, he turned to address my mother and Clay.
“Mother and baby’s vitals are holding strong and steady. I’d say that if the pattern continues, we can release Mother by the weekend.”
“What about my baby?” I spoke up quickly.
“We want to keep your daughter for observation. I’d say at least another two weeks.”
I took a few deep breaths, starting to panic a little. Wanting to cry. My mom grabbed hold of my hand and repeated calmly, “Everything will be fine. They kept your brother just as long.”
I nodded, even though the thought still scared the hell out of me.
TWO.
The Welcome to Charming sign passed by and I smiled a little. Emma was sleeping in the carrier. I was almost home.
And hopeful.
Just as I turned down the road my mom lived on, my cell phone buzzed. I switched the call so that it went through my radio to answer.
“ Exactly how big is too big for a stuffed animal?” Jax asked and I groaned, shaking my head at the question. “What have you done, Jax?”
“There was a unicorn.”
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.. Remember that one Clay won you when you were twelve? This one makes two of that one.”
“Where the fuck am I putting this?”
My mom spoke up from the background. “We got it in the nursery. Barely. I told your brother he’s not allowed near the stuffed animals anymore.”
“In my defense ma, it’s my niece.”
I parked behind the motorcycles lining my mother’s driveway. Tensing just a little when I recognized Juice’s Dyna Glide parked next to Tig’s motorcycle.
And as soon as I saw him, it was like everything froze. I wasn’t ready to face him. Especially not when I considered that it felt like someone had just knocked the breath right out of me. As I walked past him, I didn’t dare look over.
I couldn’t do it, no matter how badly every part of me wanted to. My brother and Opie came over, arguing about the unicorn, Opie nearly lifting me off the ground in a hug. I reached back into the car, killing the engine and shutting the driver door. Making my way to the backseat and unbuckling the carrier.
“Awww. She’s even got the same chubby little cheeks, man.” Opie chuckled, elbowing Jax who nodded. I smiled and as soon as Emma started to wake up and cry, I dug around in my diaper bag for the bottle I’d pumped for her at a rest stop.
Sitting the carrier on the trunk of the car, I unfastened Emma, pulling her out.
Instantly drawing over at least ten gigantic bikers. Watching them fuss over her had me laughing and smiling a little.
Juice hung back. Leaning against the tree in the yard with a tire swing. Watching. Like he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to come over with everyone else.. Near me. Or whether he wanted to just leave.
When he started to make his way over after Chibs stopped to whisper something in his ear, I swallowed hard. The guys had gone back to the grill set up behind the house by now. It pretty much left me sitting in the passenger seat of my car finishing up feeding Emma. Humming softly as I did so.
Humming what used to be the song that Juice and I dubbed ‘our song’.
“Visiting? I’m surprised your man let you come by yourself.”
I glanced up at Juice, taking a deep breath. Bracing myself for all the anger and bitterness I thought I’d find waiting in his gaze. Surprised when all I found instead was concern. Maybe a little hurt.
But deeper down, the same way he always used to look at me.
“Juice..” I started, but I went quiet. I didn’t know what to say. There was so much I wanted to say but it was probably beyond too late for that.
More than anything, I wished I had a rewind button.
What if I hadn’t left town? Ran from the way I felt about everything back then?
“I had a while to get over it.” he muttered, gazing at me. Going quiet. “Jax told me why you had to go. I fuckin hated it, but I had a while to get over it.”
I nodded.
Somehow I got the feeling that he was pretending it didn’t kill him. To save face.
Kind of exactly like I was right now.
“You could’ve said somethin, ya know?”
“Juice..”
He shook his head and took a deep breath. Leaning against my car. Staring up at the bright blue of the sky overhead. “It’s over and done with though.”
My stomach churned. I wasn’t sure if what he was saying was a good or a bad thing. Seeing him again after all this time, I wasn’t even sure I wanted it to be over.
Because when I left it all behind, I hadn’t just left behind a family that actually loved me, I’d left him behind too.
And looking at him now. With a more adult perspective… I suddenly found myself wondering if leaving him behind had been the biggest mistake of my life…
“Do you want to hold her?”
Juice eyed me but nodded, reaching out for her. “Hey pretty girl.” he muttered, smiling a little. After he held her for a few minutes, he placed her back in my arms.
And as he did so, the touch lingered as we locked eyes.
“I missed you.” I hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
“I barely survived.” Juice answered, biting his lip as if he wanted to say something else. He turned and walked away and I spent a few minutes trying to pull myself back together again.
It had been harder seeing him again after all this time than I thought.
Harder to resist him. Harder to shove down the surge of emotions. Harder to try not to think about just how much I still loved him and harder to swallow the fact that by now, it was probably too late.
I got the feeling that it was only going to get so much harder.
And I sighed, because every part of me wanted to hold out hope that there was still something there but I had to accept the fact that I’d probably lit a match and set everything on fire when I left town back then. That there wasn’t any hope to be had.
That Juice was done with me.
And that hurt more than I was prepared for.
I shoved it all out of my head, wandering over to where my mom sat. Giving Tara some serious side eye.
“He had to bring her.” my mom was glaring in Tara’s general direction. Rolling her eyes as Tara carried Abel around. Everything Tara Knowles did annoyed my mom. That much hadn’t changed at all.
“In his defense, mom, she’s kind of his old lady.” I pointed out quietly. Taking a sip of the pink lemonade she’d pushed in my direction.
My mom shrugged, grumbling under her breath. Probably something to the effect of she wouldn’t be if my mom had her way about it. I sat down next to her at the picnic table and she peeked in the sling I had Emma strapped into. “Hey sweetie.” she cooed.
Emma grinned up at her, sleepy eyed. After a few seconds, my mom spoke up.
“Speaking of old ladies… If you’re wondering. Juice doesn’t have one.”
“Mom, I.. we both know I ruined everything there when I left.” I sighed, shaking my head no. Trying to cut whatever crazy idea she was formulating out before it took hold. Somehow I got the feeling that it was too late for that. My mom, being the meddling mom she’s known to be at times, she was going to try to shove me right through the ‘healing process’ over the end of my last breakup.
My mom shrugged, shaking her head. Quick to protest, “You never know.”
I didn’t say anything. For one thing, I was trying to get my head around my mom seeming to push me towards Juice. I hadn’t really thought she liked him all that much back then. I know Clay didn’t particularly care for him.
XXX
Juice wasn’t listening to a word Chibs said. Chibs caught sight of the direction he was staring in and he chuckled to himself, nudging Juice in the side, nodding in Hazelynn’s direction. “Go over n’ try t’ talk.”
Juice shook his head. “Every time I think about it, I remember that she’s the one who thought she was too good for any of this and left. Without a good bye. What’s done is done. I wasn’t good enough for her then, why do I wanna be good enough for her now, huh?”
“Maybe it wasn’t that at all.” Chibs butted in. Grumbling as he took a drag of his cigarette. The kid wasn’t listening. He wasn’t stopping to think about everything that unfolded prior to Hazelynn’s decision to leave. Chibs went quiet. He knew better than to try reasoning with the kid. Juice was a hard headed little shit.
“Look at me, Chibs. We both know it was.” Juice insisted, shaking his head sadly. “I tried to be good enough man.. I just fuckin wasn’t.”
Chibs brushed off the statement, putting it down to Juice’s recent downward mood swing and tension. The guy had been down about a lot lately. Like he had a million things on his mind. If Chibs ever tried to bring it up, Juice dismissed it. Stating he didn’t want to talk about it.
Juice bit his lip. Staring at Hazelynn. Sighing as he stubbed out the cigarette he’d been smoking. Every part of him was still drawn to her. If he could, he’d go over. He’d tell her that he still loved her, he’d never stopped.
But there was so much going on right now.
The biggest part of it being the secret he was being forced to keep. Just the thought of the betrayal he was currently being forced to carry out against men he thought of as brothers was enough to have him tensing up all over again. Any second, they’d figure out it was him. None of the guys in Samcro were that stupid. Even the ones who acted like they were.
Sooner or later, everything would come out.
And Juice Ortiz was living with the weight of that dread and his secrets and decision every single day.
,, I just have to stay away. Keepin her at arms length is keepin her safe.” the solemn thought weighed heavily and he tore his eyes off of her.
Somehow, he got the feeling that would be easier said than done.
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it’s so easy (too easy) to love you, ch. 1
Also on Ao3
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Davey’s just gotten out of class—literally just walked out the door—when his phone starts ringing.
“Davey,” Tony says the moment he answers, not even giving Davey time to say hello, “can you swing by the apartment real quick?”
Davey sighs. “Are you locked out of the house again?”
There’s a guilty silence. Then, “Or maybe I just wanna see you, huh? You don’t know.”
“Tony.”
“Charlie’s the one that lost the spare,” Tony capitulates immediately, there’s an indignant “Hey!” somewhere in the background, “and I left my keys in my locker ‘cause I thought Charlie had his—”
There’s a scuffle of noise, then Charlie’s voice breaks in, “—don’t listen to him Davey, I asked him before we even got on the subway if he had his keys and he said he did but he didn’t even check—”
“—well, I thought you had yours, didn’t I?—”
“—and he was twenty minutes late picking me up from band practice because he was too busy making out with Spot Conlon to come help me carry my stuff—”
“—that was supposed to be a secret you little shit!”
“—you started it!”
Davey pulls the phone away from his ear as the other side of the line descends into a mess of indistinct yelling. He thinks about trying to get their attention, but he decides to just start heading towards the apartment, muting his side of the call while he waits them out—they’ll remember him eventually.
In the meantime, Davey sends a quick text:
Tony and Charlie locked themselves out of the house again
He’s not expecting a response, but Jack must be in-between projects because he gets one almost immediately.
jc again?
And you’re going to have to get a new spare made
fuck okay i’ll take care of it. are you heading over?
I’m walking there now
ur the light of my life dave
Davey can’t help but smile at this, a soft feeling fluttering in his chest. Before he can write back, Jack sends another text:
how did ur midterm go?
I feel good about it! Def did better than I thought it would!
duh youve been living in the library all week ofc ur gonna do great. ill swing by the grocery omw home and pick up some ice cream to celebrate. do we need anything else while im there?
Get a bell pepper and some tomato paste, I’m going to make spaghetti for dinner. And we need more laundry detergent.
fuck yes im starving! can we do garlic bread too?
Come home on time and we’ll see.
u drive a hard bargain. kerian owes me a favor so he can stay late tonight lol
“Davey?” The sound of Charlie’s voice, tinny and muffled, prompts Davey to lift his phone back to his ear; it seems like he might’ve been calling Davey’s name for a while. “Are you still there?”
“I’m still here,” Davey confirms.
“So are ya comin’ or what?” Tony cuts in, ever impatient. “I’m roasting out here!”
“Well, I was thinking about leaving you to ruminate on your poor life choices,” Davey responds dryly, “but I guess I can come let you in, since you asked so nicely.”
“Thanks, Davey,” Charlie says.
“I’ll be there soon,” Davey confirms.
“Hurry, will ya? Much longer and I’m gonna get heatstroke and die,” Tony declares.
Davey rolls his eyes. “Goodbye, Tony.”
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When he arrives at Jack’s building some twenty minutes later, Davey finds Tony and Charlie right where he expects them: crowded together in the little bit of shade the roof’s overhang offers, wearing identical grumpy expressions that brighten immediately when they spot him approaching.
"Finally!" Tony exclaims, shooting to his feet. "What took you so long?"
“Stop losing your keys and you won’t have to wait for me,” Davey counters, slotting his key into the deadbolt and hefting open the heavy exterior door. He props it open with his hip and lets Tony and Charlie scurry past him into the AC. “You couldn’t get anyone to buzz you in?”
“Old Man Davis hasn’t gotten his hearing aid replaced yet,” Charlie explains as they climb the stairs up to the second floor, “and Mrs. Ikeda isn’t home.”
“She joined a new book club,” Tony adds. “She won’t be back till late.”
“Oh, I’ll have to ask her about it when I see her next,” Davey muses.
He gets the apartment door unlocked and the boys pile inside, tossing their backpacks down with dramatic groans of relief. Charlie makes a beeline for his bedroom; Davey expects Tony to do the same but he takes a seat at the kitchen table instead, booting up his laptop with a couple of keystrokes.
“I’ve got a paper due in English tomorrow,” Tony explains. “Can you look it over once it’s finished? Maybe later this evening”
“Of course,” Davey replies. “What’s it on?”
“Lord of the Flies.”
Davey’s nose wrinkles up. “Oh, I hated that one. What’s the essay prompt?”
“Identify Golding’s argument about human nature as proposed in Lord of the Flies,” Tony reads off the top of the assignment outline. “Then make an argument agreeing or disagreeing with his assessment, using evidence from the text.”
Davey rolls his eyes. “Good to see that high school literature classes haven’t changed much in the last few years,” he says with a sigh. “How much have you written so far?”
“Oh, I haven’t even started it yet,” Tony casually rebuts.
“Is everything going okay?” Davey asks, frowning slightly. “If things are getting worse we can make an appointment—”
But Tony waives his concerns aside. “Nah, this is regular old procrastination, not ADHD procrastination. Like ya said, Lord of the Flies sucks ass, so I just didn’t want to write it.”
“Well, let one of us know if you start having trouble,” Davey says.
"Okay, mom,” Tony agrees, somewhat distracted. He’s already got a blank document pulled up on his laptop, a battered and thoroughly dog-eared copy of the book laying open beside him.
Davey looks at him for another moment, then he shrugs and continues making his way into the kitchen—he figures there’s no need to worry unless Racer starts actually missing assignments. And he’s right: Lord of the Flies does suck ass.
By the time Jack gets home they’re each fully entrenched in different activities: Davey’s washed a sink full of dishes and is working on drying the last few pieces of silverware, Tony is still posted up at the kitchen table, carefully hammering out a draft of his paper, and there are the familiar sounds of Charlie working through different musical scales on his oboe in the back bedroom.
“Honey, I’m home!” Jack calls jokingly as he enters. There’s a rustle of plastic and soft thunk of the front door closing behind him, then he comes around the corner into the dining room with an armful of groceries.
“Hey, Jack,” Davey greets absently. He starts rifling through the bags almost before Jack can finish putting them down. “Did you get the tomato—?”
“I got the tomato paste,” Jack says, kicking off his shoes and leaving them in the entryway with all the others, “and I picked up some more of that fancy coffee you like from the place around the corner, even though it’s expensive as all hell.”
“Don’t judge me,” Davey replies, gathering up an armful of vegetables and carrying them further into the kitchen. “You spend a semester grading 'Intro to Shakespeare' homework and tell me how much caffeine you consume.”
“I’m just saying, the rest of us schmucks drink regular coffee and do just fine,” Jack continues. “You can feed your crippling caffeine addiction just as well with Folgers and it’ll cut down on the grocery bill.”
“Watch it, Kelly,” Davey says, pointing a finger teasingly in Jack’s direction. “Smartasses don’t get dinner.”
“‘s that so?” Jack asks with a grin. “Then why the hell are we still feeding Tony?”
“I heard that,” Tony grumbles from the kitchen table.
“Yeah, you were supposed to,” Jack says, moving over to Tony and slinging an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a side hug. Tony bats at Jack’s hand but makes no real attempt to get away. Then Jack says, “So, I hear you and your brother lost another set of keys.”
Tony throws Davey a look of the deepest betrayal. “You told Jack?”
“Of course he did,” Jack says. “Someone’s gonna have to get new ones made, and it sure ain’t gonna be either half of the dynamic duo.”
“Charlie lost the spare,” Tony says, mercilessly throwing Charlie under the bus while he’s not in the room to defend himself. “And I didn’t lose my keys, I just left them in my locker.”
“Uh huh, save it for the judge,” Jack responds, ruffling Tony’s hair. “Just know if I end up having to change the deadbolt, it’s coming outta your subway money.”
“Jackie, leave Tony alone,” Davey comments mildly over Tony’s spluttering protests. “He needs to work on that paper and you’re distracting him.”
“Yeah, Jack,” Tony repeats, a little smug. “You’re distracting me.”
Davey turns to look at him, one eyebrow raised. Tony quickly busies himself with his homework.
Davey makes quick work of washing a green pepper and peeling an onion, then starts dicing both into small, neat pieces. He feels more than hears Jack sidle up behind him: the familiar weight of his gaze, the solid presence at his back. He stands there quietly, leaning against the counter-top and just watching Davey cook; unbothered, Davey leaves him be for the moment and moves to the stove, scraping the chopped vegetables off the cutting board and into a pan to start softening.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Davey glances over his shoulder at Jack and says, “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me with this? You know there’s no loitering in my kitchen.”
“Well, I’m nothin’ if not a law abidin’ citizen,” Jack drawls in answer, the corner of his mouth quirking up. He rolls up his shirt sleeves, exposing the long, muscular line of his forearms, and washes his hands in the kitchen sink. “Where do you want me?”
Davey licks his lips. “Think you can handle browning the hamburger?”
“I’m sure I can manage,” Jack responds with a smirk.
Davey steps out of the way, letting Jack take his place in front of the sauce pan while he gets a pot of water set up on a different burner, salting it so it boils faster. They settle into their familiar dinner-routine, moving around and past each other with ease as they work on getting everything ready, chattering idly all the while.
“I’ve gotta head back out this evening,” Jack says at one point, as he sets the tray of garlic bread in the oven to toast. “Johnson’s got me working a night shoot and I have to be downtown by 9.”
“How long is the session?” Davey asks. “Here, will you open this?”
“We’re scheduled for five hours, but we might get to wrap it up early if everything goes well.” Jack’s hand brushes against the small of Davey’s back and they trade places again, Davey stepping back up to the stove-top and Jack rifling around in one of the drawers for a can opener.
“Are ya spendin’ the night or are ya headin’ back to campus?”
“Depends on how much help Tony needs with his paper,” Davey replies, shaking his head. He takes the can when Jack hands it back to him and empties it into the saucepan, then gives the whole thing a good stir. “We might be at it a while.”
Jack huffs out a laugh. “Well, if you do spend the night, go ahead and take the bed. The extra blankets are in the usual place.”
Davey sets down the spoon he’s holding, crossing his arms across his chest. “Jack,” he says warningly.
“Davey,” Jack echoes back in the exact same tone of voice. In the background there’s the faint sound of Tony muttering, “Jesus, not this again.”
“Jack, I’m not gonna kick you out of your bed,” Davey says, rehashing the same old argument for what feels like the millionth time. “I’m perfectly fine taking the couch.”
“Or you could do the smart thing and just take the bed,” Jack counters as he always does. “I’m not even gonna be here to use it.”
“You’ll want an actual mattress when you get home, especially if you’re out late.” Davey argues. “I don’t even have class tomorrow, it’ll be fine.”
“If you don’t take the bed I’ll just carry you in there once I get back,” Jack says, as if that's a perfectly reasonable course of action. “So you might as well save me the trouble.”
Davey sputters. “That’s not— You can’t just— That only happened a couple of times!” he finally gets out.
"Well, actually, it's been more like four or five times," Jack says with a smirk. "But hey, who's counting?"
"That trick won't keep working," Davey grumbles, feeling the back of his neck start to heat up.
“You sleep like a fucking rock, Dave,” Jack says, rolling his eyes. “Why wouldn’t it keep working?”
“No, see, that’s exactly why I should take the couch,” Davey insists. “It’s not like the sound of you coming in will wake me up—”
Jack turns to face him. Davey cuts off, slightly startled—he hadn’t realized they were standing so close to each other.
“Just take the bed, Davey,” Jack all but orders, and those dark eyes with that low voice are a heady combination. “Please?”
Davey bites at his lower lip, suddenly flustered. “Fine,” he reluctantly concedes, hoping Jack will attribute his flushed face to the heat of the kitchen. “Just this once.”
"Thank you," Jack says with a dramatic heave of his chest, looking much too pleased with himself. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"
"You're letting the garlic bread burn," Davey answers tartly.
"Oh shit—!"
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Later that evening, after they’ve all finished eating and have cleaned up, Davey, Tony, and Charlie are still gathered around the table, working on various assignments.
Davey is finishing the readings for his Monday lecture in between helping Tony finalize the exact wording of his essay. Charlie sits opposite him, working through his geometry homework and every so often there’s a huff of breath and the rubbery scratch of an eraser—Davey makes a mental note to swipe some more pencils and notebook paper from the grad lounge when he’s there next.
Davey notices the time and frowns. “Jack,” he calls out, “it’s already 7:30. If you don’t leave soon you’re gonna be late for work.”
There’s a clamor of noise from down the hall, then Jack appears, freshly showered and fumbling to put on his socks and button up a clean shirt at the same time.
“Fuck, Johnson is gonna kill me,” Jack grumbles. He pats down his pockets, then groans. “Christ, has anyone seen my—”
“Your wallet and keys are on the counter by the microwave,” Davey says, pointing. “And take a jacket, it’s supposed to rain later.”
“Great, I’m sure the models will love that,” Jack says with a groan. “Hopefully we’ll be able to get through everything without getting rained out.”
He meanders his way over to the table, peering at Charlie’s homework from over his shoulder. “If Tony is still busy and ya get stuck, text me,” Jack tells him. “I probably won't be able to answer right away, but if ya send me a picture of the problem I can probably talk ya through it between shots.”
Charlie hums his acknowledgment, still scribbling furiously. Jack turns to Tony.
“Listen to whatever Davey tells you about your paper,” he advises. “The only reason I got through undergraduate writing was ‘cause Davey proofread all my shit before I turned it in.”
“I thought I was s’pposed to always listen to Davey,” Tony says distractedly, tongue poking out between his teeth as he types.
Jack pauses, considering. “Yeah, just do that.”
“Jack—”
“Oh, and Dave cooked, so you shitheads better do the dishes, get me?”
“Jack, you’re gonna be late,” Davey cuts in firmly, holding out Jack’s jacket for him.
“Alright, I’m going,” Jack says, shrugging it on, and he finally starts making moves towards the door.
He gives Charlie one last pat on the shoulder and cuffs Tony lightly across the back of the head in a slightly rougher, but no less affectionate goodbye, which is per usual. Then he turns to Davey, tips his chin up, and kisses him right on the mouth, short and sweet.
“Lock the door behind me and don’t forget to—” Jack stops mid-sentence, then turns bright red.
“Um,” says Charlie.
“Holy shit,” says Tony.
Jack’s mouth opens and closes soundlessly. Finally, he stammers out, “I u-uh— I-I d-didn’t mean—“
Davey doesn’t respond. He couldn’t, even if he wanted to—he’s frozen in place, his mind a sudden wash of static. For a moment, they just stare at each other. Then Jack blurts, “gottagoseeyoulaterbye,” and bolts out the front door.
Davey’s not sure how long he stands there, staring blankly into space, utterly dumbfounded.
“Davey?” Charlie asks hesitantly. “Are you okay?”
There’s a strangled, choking noise. A split second later, Davey realizes it’s coming from him.
"...What just happened?"
#newsies#javid#jack kelly#davey jacobs#*final cut#*the writing desk#*editor's note#the one where it's domestic#oof this was a long time coming#this au might become its own series#the javid coparenting vibes are REAL and i NEED them#btw there will be a couple more chapters of this so stay tuned
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9.99 (seo changbin)
contains: fluff, sfw, changbinxreader, neutral reader, 2nd person narrator perspective (note: all further chapters will be cb x oc, but ofc feel free to replace with y/n)
Chapter 1, Section 1
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It was July 9th, 2022 when Changbin first laid his eyes on you.
He walked in to the cafe in a hurry, not really considering the fact that there could be anyone else ordering to stop him from getting in and out.
5 minutes, he thought. I have 5 minutes before practice.
He walked in and immediately stopped seeing you, ordering at the counter but obviously carefully choosing your options.
“I’ll take three white chocolate lattes with no foam and 3 slices of strawberry shortcake please!” You said.
Cheerful and charming, he thought. Wait, why three...
He looked over at you taking a seat at the very center most table with your buzzer. Laptops, journals, headphones and pens were scattered throughout the table in front of you and your two friends, laughing and getting back to work.
He didn’t have time to think about how beautiful and effortless you looked, he now only had 4 minutes since he spent the first one staring at you and tuning out literally the entire rest of the world. He rushed over to the counter and ordered the usual and turned around to find somewhere to sit quickly, but remembered his usual spot was taken by you and your friends.
Ah shit, he thought quickly. There were no other open seats in the cafe, not even along the back wall. The only empty one, was right next to you at your table.
Without hesitation, he put his hand on the back of the chair and asked you, in a very rushed tone, “Hi I’m really sorry but, is it okay if I sit here for 2 minutes while I wait for my drinks?”
You smiled at him brightly and instantly, followed by an “Of course! I’m sorry for us taking all the space up”
“Don’t worry about it. Thank you, also.” He said, almost curtly. He couldn’t afford to lose track of time, but he also didn’t want to not see you again either. Even if he’d just seen you for a brief minute today, there was something about your confidence and beauty he could not shake. Sitting there, antsy and tapping his leg, he faced away from you guys as you continued to laugh and joke around while typing away.
He didn’t want to eavesdrop but he glanced over his shoulder for one second and saw your oldest friend’s social media account pulled up and quickly noted the handle. His drinks came faster than he thought, even before your order. Checking his watch, he saw he had one minute left.
“Hey, thank you again. I hope to see you again.” He smiled, pushing the chair in with his leg and carrying the drink carrier with both hands.
“Yeah, you will.” You said, smiling, but not even looking up from your laptop.
Changbin didn’t even have time to process what you said until he was already halfway up the elevator. He jogged into the practice room and set the drinks down, letting the members take the ones they wanted and saying nothing, instantly pulling up your friend’s social media page.
Of course it’s private, why wouldn’t it be...
He put his phone down on his bag and took off his hoodie.
I guess it’d be easier to focus on practice for now. Maybe I should just go everyday....is that weird? I guess I literally work here so..no? But what if they go there regularly and notice and think I’m being weird? What if she asks why I’m there at the same time everyday? Maybe she’ll just think it’s fate?
Changbin stayed up until 3 am that night just trying to work down his anxiety about the morning. If he goes earlier, it’d be weird since the staff knows there’s no reason to be there and since you’re going alone, you have no real reason either. Fuck it.
6 am.
Changbin’s eyes literally open the fastest they ever have in his life, and, without thinking, he just throws on a sweatshirt and puts his phone in his pocket, leaving with just his pajamas and a mask and hat on.
He has to see you again, and this time do things properly.
I’m never doing the coffee run again.
He walks into the cafe and orders his regular iced americano and some oatmeal for breakfast. Not eating isn’t really anything he does often, so he scarfs down 3 of them in 15 minutes of waiting and pretending to be doing something on his phone.
Watching people come and go, some staying and settling in, some hurrying out on their way to work or something else just as important - the feeling he got was so surreal.
All of these people are living their own lives, with their own problems and loves and desires and personalities. Here I am, waiting to get the chance to find out about this one person’s everything.
He gets a missed call from Felix while thinking to himself.
“Hey, sorry I missed your call. What’s up?”
“Where are you, we’re supposed to go to the celebration lunch soon. Are you coming?”
“Lunch-?” He snatched the phone away from his face and checked the time. “It’s already 11:11? I had no idea! I’m sorry, I lost track of time, I’ll be home right away.”
“Alright, just make sure to let me know what was so important to have you sit in the cafe for 5 hours straight when you get here.”
He laughed a little and hung up quickly. Going up to the counter, he asked the one staff member he knew and was actually friends with to come over.
“Hey Binnie, what’s up?”
“You know that person I was talking to yesterday? The group of friends that sat right there?”
“Yeah.....why?”
“What do they usually order?”
“Hm..I guess the same thing every day almost.”
“How much does it cost typically?”
“It never goes over $10 at a time really.”
“I have like, $9.99 on my store credit, use that and pay for their meal whenever they come in next.”
“Wow, I’m really impressed with the thought of your romantic gestures, Binnie boy. I’ll do that for you.”
“Thanks man, I owe you one.”
He gives him a pat on the back and swiftly heads to the door, checking the time again and doing the mental math of how long it’d take him to get home at this busy hour.
Just as he’s opening the door, he heard a loud thump and then a thud follows immediately after.
He looks down and sees...you. Sitting on the sidewalk, clutching your head and looking up at him.
“Wow, you really did come to see me again, huh?” You smile.
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CLOSED (for now)
All right, all right, ALL RIGHT. PEOPLE. For the first time, I am taking requestsssss (so, let’s see if this goes well or not lol). @aphxsia‘s taking requests, @dot-writes is taking requests, everyone is taking them and I just felt a tad left out, y’know? I’ve chopped up a bunch of other prompt lists to throw together this lovely prompt list below at the suggestion of Dot. My general idea is: send me a character, and one prompt from the “dialogue” side as well as one prompt from the “context” side (or more if you have more that fit together in an idea, I suppose. But I need one of each to get a VibeTM) and Iiiiii’ll do my best to make it work within a character x OFC/Reader sorta thing. Oh, and send me an album era for added flair, if you’d like. Deets below the cut.
I’ll write for:
- The boys of Fall Out Boy
- The boys of Panic! At the Disco (we’re talkin’ Ryan and Jon days)
- The boys of The 1975
- And, if you’re incredibly ambitious, also willing to give Alex Gaskarth of All Time Low a whirl
Rules:
- Can’t do smut (sorry, it’s just awkward and clunky for me to write and nobody wants that)
- Won’t write characters under 18
- Won’t write slash
- I just kind of reserve the right to be like “I dunno what to do with this, sorry” (But I’ve curated this prompt list, so I should be okay lol)
- I’ll get around to them when I get around to them - I’ll be writing them around The Radio Station being posted as well, so you won’t be starved for content.
Dialogue:
· “You’re not in love with them, are you?”
· “I could literally strangle you right now and no one would stop me.”
· “It’s not as bad as it looks.” - “You’re not very convincing.”
· “You need to relax.” - “Relaxing is for the weak.”
· “How long has it been since you’ve slept?” - “A week?”
· “How the fuck are you still alive?” - “It’s a special talent of mine.”
· “Can you please just listen to me for once?”
· “I think this is a bad idea.” - “You think all of my plans are bad ideas.”
· “You should really listen to me more.”
· “Do I even want to know?”
· “You have the cutest smile I’ve ever seen.”
· “Just take care of yourself, okay?”
· “Please don’t use cheesy pickup lines on me.”
· “I like it when you’re romantic.”
· “I’m going to be pissed if we get murdered.”
· “How could I resist?”
· “I’m sorry, I don’t speak dumbass.” - “Real mature.”
· “You’re worth every scratch.”
· “I could name about 110 things I love about you.” - “That’s oddly specific.”
· “We can raise hell together.”
· “Partners?”
· “Don’t get too cocky now.”
· “Fuck me.” - “Really?” - “No.”
· “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic.”
· “Do you trust me?” - “Should I?”
· “Do you have any idea on how frustrating you can really be?”
· “I really, really want to kiss you right now.”
· “I think we got off on the wrong foot.” - “You think so?”
· “I don’t think that cancels out.” - “It does in my book.”
· “You’re being dramatic.” - “I’m not being shit!”
· “Take a break.” - “I don’t need it.” - “You look like a fucking zombie.”
· “Then we’ll leave. Just you and me.”
· “Do you need help? - “No… yes.”
· “I hate you.” - “I love you too.”
· “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
· “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
· “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
· “Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?”
· “My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”
· “Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”
· “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”
· “What are you smiling about?”
· “What’s in it for me?”
· “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”
· “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”
· “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”
· “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”
· “Are you blushing?”
· “Your hair is really soft.”
· “You’re really warm.”
· “You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”
· “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.”
· “I wasn’t lying when I told you that I loved you.”
· “It’s pouring rain why are you here?”
· “Is that blood?” “Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”
· “Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”
· “Why is there a deer in the room?”
· “Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”
· “Wake me up when it’s over.”
· “Why is arson always your first answer?”
· “Are you flirting with me?”
· “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”
· “Is there a reason you never say my first name?”
· “Shh… listen… that’s the sound of me falling in love with you.”
· “I have to tell you something really important and if I don’t tell you now, I won’t get the chance.”
· “Whatever he’s saying, he’s lying!”
· “I play a mean air guitar, if that’s what you’re asking.”
· “I thought you knew?”
· “We can, y’know, go together? If that’s a thing you’d like.”
Context:
· I remembered it was Valentine’s Day late on my way from work and the only place still open was McDonald’s, is bringing you a cheeseburger acceptable?
· I accidentally punched you in the face when I was too overexcited about something
· The library’s pretty empty save for you and me and, OH that couple making out loudly in the shelves somewhere
· You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking you the fuck down
· You give me a different fake name every time you come into this coffee shop and I just want to know your real name because you’re cute but here I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid cappuccino
· We live in the same block of flats but haven’t ever talked and Sunday morning we were both doing the walk of shame and had to stand in the lift together
· “My shower’s broken but I’ve got a date tonight could I possibly use your shower please?” “Oh sure (neighbour that I’ve been crushing on for the past six months) of course you can use my shower to get ready for your date (fuck fuck fuck)”
· You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you
· It’s my high school reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me
· There’s a person who won’t stop bugging me will you pretend to be my partner so that they’ll fuck off?
· I wanted to go on the Ferris wheel but there has to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go – oh, wait, are we stuck at the top? Fuck
· It started to snow and I’m the only one of our friends who would go outside with you – I soon found out why none of the others would go out in the snow with you when you shoved a handful of snow down my back and declared snow war
· It’s nowhere near Christmas it’s literally still November would you calm down about Christmas wait no why are you getting the tree out – no, stop, please stop
· You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved back at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think it’s cute
· I’m a waiter at this wedding and you’re a drunk guest who will not stop hitting on me please I’m trying to work no I can’t dance with you omg let me find you some water
· You’re pretending to be your friend’s lover for the sake of the friend’s family. But, I’m their sibling. And I know you’re not dating.
· You had an assigned seat next to them at a wedding for a mutual friend.
· You accidentally sprayed them with yogurt when you opened the lid the wrong way.
· They mistook your bowling ball for theirs in the shared ball return.
· They caught you when you slipped on ice and nearly fell over.
· Accidentally stepping on their heel in a crowded room.
· Tripping while getting into your seat in the theatre and spilling your popcorn on them.
· Accidentally opening a door on their face.
· They cover the small amount of change you are short on for a purchase.
· They see your ice cream drop to the ground and buy you a new one.
· You walk out of a dressing room asking if the outfit suits you, but it’s not your friend waiting outside the room like you thought.
· Sharing an umbrella at a bus stop as it rains.
· You help catch their dog when the leash slips from their hand.
· Texting the incorrect number but continuing the conversation.
· Getting paired up on an amusement park that requires even numbered riders.
· A friend of a friend needs a place to crash because they got evicted
· You’re so sunburnt you can’t even more, do you need help?
· I admit that sleeping on the beach wasn’t the smartest idea but someone buried me in sand please help me
· I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3am and when I asked you what the hell you were doing, you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet. Fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now. What the fuck is your name.
· I always see you eat breakfast on the train and you always offer me some
· I’m waiting for the train and the only open seat is on a bench next to you. Okay, sure, I’ll sit down next to the very cute person and I JUST SPILLED MY DRINK ALL OVER YOU I’M SO SORRY.
· I don’t know you, but I fall asleep on the train every ride home and you always wake me up because we have the same stop, but we’ve never actually talked. Then one day you’re the one falling asleep and I got so excited for my comeuppance I made us get off at the wrong stop.
· My cat steals underwear and I come home to find you chasing my cat to get your underwear back.
· We’re always making stupid bets like ‘bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and I feel really bad. Let me look after you
· Did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker
· I beat you at Mario Kart and now I’ve been banished to the couch for the night
· I’m calling to cancel our date because I’m actually in the ER right now, sorry. I mean… sure? I guess you can come down here but- okay…
· I asked a staff member and they said you’ve been coming to the pound every day to play with the dog I’m taking home today and that’s why you’re getting weirdly emotional
· It’s my turn to open up the café today and you were sleeping under one of the tables when I came in, and I don’t know what to say so I’m just awkwardly sweeping around you
· I’m drunk on public transport and you’re high and we both keep looking at each other knowingly.
· You’re mowing your lawn at 5am and that is completely unacceptable and I’m going over to your house to yell at you about how unacceptable that is.
· It’s like 3am and my roommate locked me out of the house and I forgot my keys and I’m really drunk and please take pity on me and let me crash at your place for the night o’neighbour of mine
· We decided it would be fun to go camping and now it’s raining and we can’t figure out how to set up the tent.
· I know it’s probably poor taste to ask you out during your relative’s funeral but I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again, so…
· It’s raining. I’m walking home in this downpour and have no umbrella. I’ve taken shelter on a random porch in the hopes that the rain will let up, but the door behind me had just opened
· You’ve got a big, lush pool and I overheard you say you were going out of town, so I snuck over to use it but you came home early
· You’re having a BBQ in your backyard and it smelled really good so I crashed the party
· Not trying to make a scene here, but you took the last pool floatie and I want it
· This is a big beach, why do you have to build that sandcastle right next to me?
· You tried to grab the exact Halloween costume I want and it’s the last one and I want it.
· I pranked the wrong person on accident, I’m so sorry I thought this was my friend’s car.
· We just wanted to do one of these awful, fake ghost hunting shows but now shit is happening and we don’t know what to do.
· I tried to take a shortcut and ended up stuck in this damn fence and you just happen to pass by and after poking fun at me for a million years you finally help me.
· Two strangers locked inside the store at 3am together.
· I accidentally broke your nose in a moshpit, sorry.
· You’re the bastard who keeps parking in my spot so I retaliated by keying your car and you caught me
· This is a long plane ride. You’re stuck next to me, and apparently afraid of flying.
#Posting this now because I am impatient#even though I probably won't have time to work on any until Sunday#hoping that I don't get overloaded with prompts and then stare at them blankly with no ideas#if I do#sorry in advance#definitely not mildly nervous about taking requests for the first time#dunno what you're talking about#sunsetinmyvein prompts#sunsetinmyvein requests#sunsetinmyvein
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“The road to our forever” - Chapter 9
Summary: John and Darcie are planning their wedding, but it comes with certain ups and downs.
John Wick x OFC Darcie
Word count: 2k
Warnings: none
Masterlist // Previous chapter // Next chapter
At least Darcie had the human decency to leave John a note when she went out yesterday. He just took off, didn’t even bring his phone with him. He should’ve texted her at least where he was going, he bets she is worried sick about him.
John should’ve just told Darcie about his thoughts, but al he gave her were random bits and pieces of his past and now he regrets it. He feels so insanely guilty and when they were talking yesterday, he should’ve told her. All of it.
But no, he agreed on postponing this moment until after the wedding.
John hasn’t been here since the day he took off his wedding band. He stands in front of Helen’s tombstone in his wedding suit. It feels wrong to wear this, while visiting his first wife’s grave.
Though he knows he should go back to the venue, before anyone notices he is gone, he can’t seem to tear himself apart from the grave.
John used to come here a lot. He would talk to her, about all the things that went wrong, about who he had killed now and how. Helen never knew about his former life. The only thing he wanted was to make her happy and if she knew about that part of his life, he didn’t know whether or not she would stay with him.
With Darcie, he did better, not perfect, but better. Though he never planned on telling her this, he eventually did and he does believe that it made them a lot stronger. But he did her wrong, he knows that. John should’ve told her about his true feelings, he should’ve spilled it all.
John crouches down, so he can touch the cold stone with his hand. ‘Helen, honey,’ he whispers, ‘I screwed up. Fuck, I screwed up big time. I’m supposed to get married.’ He tells her about their fight yesterday and he wishes that she would say something to him. That he could hear her voice and that she tells him that it’s okay, because that’s what he needs to hear. It has been nearly seven years. He is allowed to move on, she specifically told him, but why is it so hard?
It’s Darcie he is going to marry. The love of his life. His second chance in life to get things all right now. She is the one that he wants to love forever and ever. She is going to be the mother of their kids, he knows that, he wants that.
‘I want to marry Darcie,’ he says, ‘I do, but what if I screw up? What if I already have? I mean, I walked away hours before the wedding, without telling her where I went. What kind of husband does that? God, I’m such a fucking idiot.’
‘No, you’re not.’
John freezes. He must’ve dreamed that, but when he looks over his shoulder, he realizes he is not dreaming.
Darcie is standing behind him. She’s beautiful. He has seen her twice now in her wedding dress, but right now, she looks like a bride with her make-up done with light pink touches and the headpiece in her hair.
John is such a moron for leaving the venue, for leaving her.
She walks up to him and places her hand on his shoulder. ‘You’re not a screw up, John,’ Darcie tells him, ‘nor are you a fucking idiot. Just… Next time you decide to take a quick trip somewhere before an important event, just bring your phone with you and maybe leave a note.’
John stands up. ‘I’m sorry.’ He clears his throat, to prevent himself from crying. ‘How did you even know I was here?’
‘At first I thought you were in Mill Neck,’ she tells him. ‘So Aurelio was going to take me there, but I realized we were going into the wrong direction. I figured you’d be with Helen.’
‘I never told you where she was buried.’
She shrugs.
John knows that Helen brought her here. He simply knows it deep down. And if that isn’t a sign that he should definitely marry her, that Helen would definitely approve this…
He so badly wants to touch Darcie right now, to simply hold her hand, but he can’t seem to do it. ‘Darcie, I didn’t mean to run away… I just…’ He looks at his shoes, unable to continue to talk.
‘I know,’ she tells him. ‘But at least you should’ve told someone where you were going. Not because I need to know where you are 24/7, but more because we are going to get married in a few hours and it takes two people for that. I’d prefer the other person being you, if I’m being honest.’
‘I’m sorry,’ he whispers, carefully looking up.
She shakes her head. ‘You go here often?’
‘Not anymore.’
‘But when you do, you talk to her?’
‘Most of the times, yeah,’ John admits, feeling a bit embarrassed, though he doesn’t know why. Out of all the people in the world, she is the one person who’d understand, he knows that.
John watches her crouching down in front of the tombstone. ‘Though I don’t know much about you, Helen,’ she says, ‘I do know that you made him happy. I can see it in the way his eyes start to sparkle when he does mention you. I believe that you took such good care of him and that you loved him with all your heart. I know for a fact that he took care of you when you were sick and that he loved you. John will always love you and I understand completely. I have seen pictures of the two of you and heard about a few things you did together and though I’ll never be you and never intend to be, I promise you that I’ll take good care of him.’ She places her hand on the tombstone. ‘And thank you for leading me to him. The rainbow truly helped.’
John looks up, only to see a bright rainbow. It hasn’t rained on this sunny day and he now knows for sure that it was Helen that lead his fiancée back to him.
He doesn’t want to cry, he promised himself he wouldn’t do that, but now he can’t help himself. Darcie stands up and wraps him up in a hug. ‘I’m not going to tell you, that you should’ve let me in,’ she whispers, as he pulls her body closer to his, ‘because it’s not my place to tell. What I am going to tell you is that if you don’t want to get married today, you don’t have to. We can postpone.’
John shakes his head. ‘No, that’s not what I want. What I want, is to marry you. I just… I just feel so stupid for not telling you all of this.’
‘Define this,’ she says.
‘My feelings. My doubts. My insecurities.’
Darcie grabs his wrist and looks at his watch. ‘We have around two hours before we get married,’ she says. ‘We have time.’
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John doesn’t think he has ever spoken so much in one sitting, not even to Darcie. They drive back to their venue in his Mustang and even after they have parked the car in the lot, she keeps on listening to him. He told her about his work and how he fell in love with Helen. What he had to do to escape, to live his happily ever after. What happened with Iosev Tarasov after Helen passed. How Santino used his marker. How he was declared excommunicado.
He had managed to escape that entire world, so he could be with Helen, only to be part of that world after it all fell apart fight in front of him, when he was at his worst. Darcie knew quite a lot about this already, but not how he wanted to get out again after he met her. He tells her about his final mission, what went wrong and how he got shot, but also that in the end, he got what he wanted.
A life with her.
But what she didn’t know was that ever since they got engaged, he was scared. He was this close of becoming a married man again, of making it more official and he thought he was going to lose her again. That she might realize someday that he is not the man she deserves. That one day she’d be taken away from him.
‘I hope you know that you deserve this second chance, John,’ she tells him, placing her hand on his, after he is done talking. ‘You are the kindest and bravest man I know. Of course I wished you told me all about this and your feelings before, so I could help you process it, but this is a lot. I understand you were too afraid to tell me this.’
He feels her soft squeeze in his hand, causing him to look up.
‘I still think that we need to be more open with one another and with we, I actually mean you.’
He nods. ‘I know and I agree.’
‘But all of this hasn’t changed anything about my feelings for you. I still love you, I still want to marry you and I still want to get to know you a lot more.’
‘You are unbelievable,’ he admits, followed by a laugh of disbelieve. ‘You still love me after all of this?’
‘Of course,’ she says without hesitating and he feels a bit better already. ‘And you know, right now we are going to get married, but when we leave for our honeymoon, we’re going to work on your openness, okay? Because I don’t want it to eat you up alive. Whenever there is something on your mind, whether it’s doubt, fear or love, I want to know about it.’
John nods. ‘I’ll work hard on this, I promise. And I also feel better already.’
She smiles. ‘Already working.’
He kisses her fingers. ‘I’m so insanely sorry, baby.’
‘Don’t be, just see this as a learning moment. We all need those from time to time. But we have less than five minutes before our wedding starts and according to Raye, we really need to hurry.’
John checks himself in the rearview mirror and when he thinks he looks okay, he gets out. Since Darcie knows him way too well, she stays seated and he walks around the car and opens the door for her. Together they rush to the gate and he sees that everyone who takes part of the wedding is already there, waiting for them.
‘Well, mister Mustang, you sure know how to make a wedding a little more adventurous.’
Before he can even feel the slightest bit guilty, Darcie tells Raye in a stern voice: ‘Don’t.’ She turns to her father and says: ‘Dad, listen, I know you were set on giving me away, but… I feel like I should walk with John. I’ll tell you all about it later, but you’ve gotta trust me on this one, okay?.’
For a second John thinks Christian is going to be mad at her or him, but he nods and gives her a kiss on her cheek. ‘I totally understand, munchkin. Jennie, you still want to walk alone down the aisle, or can I walk with you?’
‘Mister Angel, you can always walk with me,’ Jennie laughs. She looks at us, just to be sure. ‘You two are all okay?’
‘More than okay.’ John looks at Darcie and pulls her closer to his frame. ‘I’m sorry to all of you, for worrying everyone. It wasn’t my intention.’
‘We’ll talk about it later,’ Aurelio says. ‘First, the two of you need to get married.’
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kirishima,, likes you??*headcanon bs*
**pouring love for my S4′s fav character:”))*
disclamer- also I haven’t watched the recent 5 ep,, thus this is just raw canon,, bear w me.
how it started,, or one might call it some foreplay :))
seeing you after one year as you enter UA high two days before the school fest mADE hiM LoSE HiS sHiT. he had asked his mum to parcel the costume he needed for his performance perhaps?? instead, you brought it as a sweet surprise.
considerin’ the recent events, you began inquiring about his well being, but all he emitted was honesty, kindness and optimism,, seeing this ball of joy made you go cheerful as well
he almost forgot to introduce you, as he practically pulled you to his room to show you his Crimson Riot action figures,, that he had hidden somewhere???
you liked his friends,, except the one with violet balls on his head. you chuckled at the girls’ remarks as he goes on with his pervert comments. tbh, they didn’t expect him to have a girl friend, ya there’s a gap, but on recognizing you, Ashido practically pounced at you for a tight hug, even though you guys weren’t close in school, she was glad to have met an old pal as well.
secrets started unfolding that night during the sleepover, as you both talked till dawn, sharing memories, recent incidents and his cool ass quirk developments; including the recent mission/study program but we ain’t getting into that.
one thing that for sure amazed you was his long ass training menu. Let’s not forget about the kanji signs saying, ‘fired up!’ and ‘manly spirit!’ you were a bit overwhelmed by them, huh,,
midst the exchange of meaningless insults, you vocalized his stupidly oblivious nature when it came to your obvious crush on him. his face lost colour as he heard that.
you clarified yourself by saying that it was a long ass one year ago,, but it didn’t ease the awkwardness. the heavy air almost crushed you, it was unfamiliar and then,, you go to sleep,,, ofc in your seperate dorm room. ya, it needs to be specified uk
you woke up pretty late the next day, and found no one in their dorm rooms. prolly went for preparations?? you just sigh and go off to have a bath and grab some snacks
shit lotta self doubt came your way as you basically slugged in the bed, scrolling through tumblr and basically chomping on any food in vicinity,
you lowkey start feeling that it was a bad idea to meet kirishima, and how he was better off himself. after refusing to get outta the dorm room, by evening, the guilt consumed your mind and you decided to leave without letting him know.
hun’ gotta pack her stuff now,, jk. you were in tears, cuz’ ofc, you were fucked. confessing was a legit bad idea, and staying there killed you inside,, but
kirishima walked in. he was there standing in his manly demeanour with a rose bouquet in his hand. t’was from class 1-A as a welcome gift. you could see how much he was taken a back as he saw you in tears, packing up you stuff.
you half expected him to just stand there and be his casual oblivious self, but he came forward and hugged you. he knew that you were a mess, cuz’ of that sudden confession. which reminded you of how intense and straightforward he can be at times. you close your eyes, and let the time pass.
he suddenly grabs you shoulder and moves away, as you keep you eyes on the ground.
“look over here Y/N,” Kirishima wispered.
“no, I-I, I don’t know what to say- I mean this wasn’t supposed to happen, you love surprises and I-” sniff, “I co- meat.-”
“meat?” he asks with genuine curiosity.
“Oh- ohh shit! I forgot to give you meat balls.” You instantly look up as he starts laughing, “Shut up Eijiro, damn. I hope thay are-” but as you are about to walk towards your duffle, he pulls you towards him and-
behold the actual content lmao.
“were you going to leave w/o letting me know?” Kirishima asked
On hearing that, you visibly got uncomfortable, walked past him with you hands folded, “yes,” hoping not to get emotional,, as if prior crying wasn’t enough.
“I like you too,” Kirishima said immediately, seemed as if it was an accidental blurt. you took a rapid spin only to find that he was stern, dead serious. He walks forward and says as he closed the door, “I-I can’t keep this inside anymore. It wasn’t manly of me last night, to simply abandon your words. well, I like you Y/N.”
“ah,, wasn’t expecting that. that too in present tense.” you replied.
“yes, same he- I mean- I’ve been meaning to say this but- it was kinda hard.”
“Harder than fighting villans?” you chuckle.
“nope, i’m a hero, i got to do it to save people, as a symbol of peace and strength in society. but as a person. i decided to let my feelings die as i had to leave for UA high, if something would happen to me, it would only cause you pain. but I was wrong, you’re courageous and you had always inspired me to be strong and kind as a kid.I can’t keep avoiding this anymore.” yup those words, fuck that shit was the final nail to the coffin.
next thing you know is that you run to him and hug him tight,, he kinda stumbled a bit but then held you back and submerged into the intimate moment.
you guys talk for a while, but then you reminded him that you gotta leave. he attempted multiple times for you to stay but u refuse, with the reason that you already told you mum that you’ll be arriving home by night. of course that was a lie.
now you think of all this in the bus as you travel back home,, i’m glad, you think. he finally knows. nothing is specified between you two, you know he isn’t looking forward to a relationship and you, you’re obviously hurt, but you aren’t unknown to the fact that you might only be an hindrance in the path to his goal.though kirishima and you have left this story on an unfinished note, you hope for a future together.
has been a while hasn’t it. lmao. expect more content soon;))
few previous headcanons i like,,
If todoroki was ya freakin’ boyfriend (bnha)
Akaashi’s x Reader (haikyuu)
If bakugou was ya boyfriend (bnha)
orange,, part 1 and part 2
thanks for reading<3
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Gotta Get It Right: Dinner and a Show
TITLE: Gotta Get It Right
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 14
SUMMARY: Aleksa lived as an Inhuman at SHIELD's beckon call, but dreams of another life have her questioning everything she’d ever known. Just when she settled into a life of peace and quiet, she's called back to duty. Enter Loki.
PAIRING: Loki/OFC
RATING: Mature
NOTES/WARNINGS: Just language, mentions of PTSD and torture
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Loki pushed Aleksa’s chair in before seating himself. A servant appeared from the shadows, pouring mead into golden goblets.
“Thank you,” Aleksa said softly, bringing shocked looks from the servant and Loki. “What?” The servant struggled for an answer before looking to his master, who dismissed him with a wave after his own cup was filled. “Seriously? You don’t acknowledge the people that are working for you? I thought Asgard was sooooo much more enlightened than that. Do you even know their names?”
“Those that serve in this palace are to be neither seen nor heard. It is honor enough for them to be selected for a position on the staff and...”
“Bloody hell.” She stood and moved to the servant. “What’s your name?”
The wine steward was paralyzed in fear. His gaze shot to Loki and Aleksa stepped to block it. “I...uh...Beiner, madam.”
Aleksa turned to the maid standing next to him. “And yours?”
“I-Ingun, my lady.”
“Ingun. Beiner. Thank you both. Your work is appreciated,” she glared at Loki, “even if that appreciation is never expressed.” The servants shot each other looks of awe as Aleksa resumed her seat, muttering. “How in the hells do you expect to have the respect of your people if you can’t even acknowledge their existence? You’re no better than they are.”
Loki searched for the proper response. Odin all but forbade communication with the servants unless it was absolutely necessary, and even then he spoke with the same venom he afforded his adopted son. Loki never considered any other behavior towards the staff possible, much less appropriate.
“Perhaps it is a tradition that bears updating,” was all he could come up with.
Aleksa rolled her eyes and turned her focus to the plate before her. The platter was filled with several small slices of meats and cheeses, vegetables, and a chunk of bread. Other dishes on the tables held more of the same, accompanied by various fruits and loaves. The thought of devouring everything in front of her crossed her mind, followed by a wave of nausea that reminded her of her restricted abilities. Despite her hunger, she’d have to take it slowly or risk leaving a mess for Beiner and Ingun to clean up later.
Loki had already begun to eat, albeit cautiously. This early exchange of power, or so it seemed to him, appeared out of nowhere and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Or of the woman sitting across from him. She seemed to be evaluating the food set before her. Was she considering the possibility of poison, or perhaps mind-altering drugs? He felt compelled to take his bites intentionally as if to convince her that the food was safe until her pace slowed to a stop.
“Is the meal not to your liking?”
“Hmm?”
“You’ve barely touched your plate. If the food is not satisfactory, I can...”
“It’s fine,” she snapped, dropping her fork onto the plate. She pinched the bridge of her nose before blowing out a sharp breath. “I...I’m sorry. There’s nothing wrong with the food.”
“The company, perhaps?”
Loki spoke so softly that Aleksa barely heard him. “I’ve had worse.” She leaned back, rubbing the skin beneath the bracelets. “I’m still...adjusting to these.”
“Perhaps, in time, the need for those will be eliminated.” He resumed his meal, aware of her gaze focused on him.
“What, exactly, do you plan to do with me?”
“Are we beginning our interview?” Loki paused to take a drink. “I’ve not yet established my terms.” Aleksa groaned in response. “Don’t worry. You may find that my terms are as much to your benefit as they are to mine.”
“And it’s always about your benefit, isn’t it?”
“It is good to be the king,” he grinned. “No question should be asked before the one prior is answered to the asker’s satisfaction.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re never going to be satisfied with any of my answers.”
Loki chuckled. “Satisfaction is not in my nature, pet.”
“I won’t tell you again,” she growled, a hand moving toward the knife. “Don’t call me that.”
“No promises.” The glare he received was strangely arousing. “We will continue until all questions are answered or we’ve exhausted ourselves for the evening. Have you any ground rules for our discussion?”
“I would say no lying, but I don’t suppose I have any real way to tell if you’re trying to deceive me or not.”
“Allow me to offer a gesture of good faith, then.” Loki produced her dog tags and placed them on the table. "Oh," he added, tossing a trio of tiny vials in her direction, "these are also yours. Whyever would you consciously choose to carry Kree blood within you?"
She reached for the tags, sliding the chain around her neck before picking up a vial. Memories of their implantation tore through her consciousness, her own screams echoing in her ears. The burning sensations that consumed her body returned, accompanied by the smell of turmeric that somehow permeated the first terrigenesis cocoon. It lasted for months, leaving her a near zombie when she finally emerged. Everything hurt, even the energy she relied on. It was only the beginning of her torture.
Aleksa became aware of Loki’s gaze steady upon her, the concern it held living somewhere between compassion and fear. “I didn’t,” she whispered. “Where did you find them?”
“One was positioned near your heart. The other two on either side of your spine at the base of your skull. A kill switch for an errant pet, I presume.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” She slammed the knife blade into the table, millimeters from Loki’s hand. He only raised an eyebrow. “Use that word again and we’re done.”
His eyes moved slowly from the blade to her face, surprised by the calm he found there. “As you wish,” he whispered. “For now.” Aleksa returned to her seat. “Are we agreed?”
“Fine.” She nodded, mindlessly massaging her wrists. “You first, I assume.”
“Indeed.” Loki reached for his cup, drinking slowly as he considered his words. She began to absently pick at the plate in front of her, and something tore at his heart. “Actually, no. You posed a question that I failed to answer.” Aleksa looked up from her food. “What, exactly, do I plan to do with you?”
She watched him take another drink when he paused, waiting for her reaction. “Well?”
“I’ve not yet made a full decision.” She started to respond when he held up a hand. “What I have determined is that you will be brought out of the dungeons and given rooms here. You will begin training with our Seider masters to regain control over your abilities and learn their proper usage. I am considering allowing you to engage in other activities, but for now, this seems enough.”
Aleksa bit back the instinct to question further. He’d given more information than she expected but not everything she wanted, and she knew he was holding back. By the same token, she was desperate to keep him distracted as she worked to decipher the energies that kept her power in check.
“Are you satisfied with the answer?”
She met his gaze. Was there...hope in his eyes? “It’ll do.”
“Very well. Why were you sent to retrieve the Tesseract?”
“You don’t waste any time, do you?” She swallowed hard, garnering a glare from him. “I suppose ‘it’s classified’ would be enough of an answer?”
The glare darkened. “No.”
“Of course not.” The sigh that escaped her lips stopped Loki’s continued protest. “I had multiple sets of orders. Rescue the team and their research if possible. They were the priority.”
“We’ve already discussed this.” His tone matched his eyes. “And you’re not holding up your end of the bargain.”
“Then let me finish.” she snapped. “Get the team and their data were my orders from SHIELD. The order to get the cube came from someone else.”
“Not Fury? Curious. Who was it?” He leaned closer, growling. “Who?”
“Gideon Malick.”
Loki laughed. “Do you think me so stupid as to not know the players on that pathetic little planet? Malick is the Director of the World Security Council. He gives Fury...”
“Oh shut up!” she shouted, the force knocking over the goblets on the table. “You don’t know nearly as much as you think you do, your Highness. Malick comes from a long line of HYDRA worshippers. Last I heard, he was their undisputed leader. He’s playing both sides.”
“And so were you, it seems.”
“I know where my loyalties lie.” She sighed again, feeling the power in her body a bit closer to balance. “So does Nick.”
“And Malick?”
“He’s not interested in loyalty.” She toyed with the vial closest to her, speaking absently. “All he wants is power. The more, the better.”
“The Tesseract.” She nodded, trading the vial for a piece of fruit. Loki leaned back in his seat, arching his fingers in contemplation. It seemed that Midgard was going to continue to provide a bit of entertainment for some time. As was the woman across from him.
Aleksa chewed slowly, staring at the vials on the table, losing herself in memory.
“It’s not permanent, Colonel. Merely an insurance policy. You bring back the cube, I remove the vials. An easy mission for someone of your unique talents.”
“And if I fail?”
“You’ll go out in a blaze of glory, preferably on Asgard.” The sinister grin sickened her. “Or your heart will explode in your chest. Either way, you’ll be just another soldier lost to PTSD.”
“Not before I kill you.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Wha-” She blinked, finding Loki’s wide eyes fixed on her glowing hand. “Fuck,” she whispered, forcing the power to dissipate into the air. “Why do you do that?”
“I didn’t.”
“I meant screwing with my head. Why plant memories, trigger...this?”
“I had nothing to do with whatever you just experienced,” he pointed to her hand.
“Gods dammit Loki, what in the hells have you done to me?”
“Nothing.” Her chair went flying as she leapt up, leaning over the table. “While it is within my abilities to trigger flashes of individual experience, I do not possess the power to generate and implant full recollections. So this is decidedly not my doing.” He spoke softly, hoping to defuse her frustration. “My guess is that you are experiencing the restoration of your own memories as your mind continues to heal. Whether this comes from your exposure to the Tesseract or something else, I can’t say.”
“Now I know you’re lying.”
“I know what it is to have your thoughts bent and twisted to someone else’s will.” He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly to calm his own nerves, wondering if he’d overestimated his ability to control her. “I am capable of a great many things, but I would never inflict that experience on another creature.” Their eyes locked, giving him pause. “Ever.”
Her head dropped as he rose, lifting the chair back to its original position. Loki stood next to her, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest, scarcely able to hear her whispers about fear passing through her. He barely touched her back when she spoke.
“I’m fine.” Low, even, and a little forced.
“Now who’s lying?” She straightened herself, looking at him with a smirk, and a soft smile crossed his face. “Do you wish to continue, or would you like to end our interview for the evening?”
Aleksa’s mouth opened to reply but closed without a sound and a shake of her head. “Yeah, I don’t have the mental capacity necessary to keep up with you at the moment.”
“Then we will continue another time. One of the servants will see you to the guest chambers for the evening.” His speech was cut off by a loud growl originating in Aleksa’s stomach. “Along with something more to eat.”
Her face turned sheepish. “Thanks.”
“Rest well, little one. Your training will begin in the morning.”
She followed Ingun to the door, stopping just short of it to turn and face him. “I do have one question I’d like to have answered now.”
“Which is?”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were showing compassion towards a prisoner. Why?”
Loki approached slowly, sliding his hands behind his back. “Because you are my guest, not a prisoner. I much prefer to think of you as a potential ally. And,” he hesitated for a moment, noticing a few strands of silver mixed into her red hair, “I always take care of my allies.”
They stared at one another for a moment, each trying to read the other. Aleksa finally decided that she needed rest more than anything and nodded before returning to her path out of the library. Loki watched her exit his suite, a smile slowly crossing his face.
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CAN’T GET NO SATISFACTION | CHAPTER 4
DESCRIPTION: You are VP of Sales for a company with stores and major distribution links across the country and your executive assistant, and only real friend, is leaving. A temp is brought in to replace her, on probation, for you try him out. Of course, nobody told you that it was a him, or that his name was Dean Winchester, or that you’d want to try him out.
A/N: This is an office AU basically from this post. Yep, it’s all a setup for that joke.
[Characters: Dean x Reader, OFC, OMC
Words: 3,708.
Warnings: workplace drama kids, shit hitting the fan, fucking patriarchy]
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“No. Shit. No.” It was all he heard before he looked up in time to see her head fall into her arms as they rested on the desk. Until this point, he doesn’t think he’s heard her say anything more than ‘heck’ and even that was just one time late after everyone else left. So, for her to be shouting ‘shit’ in the middle of the day, loud enough for him, and he’s sure others, to hear? Well, that’s a problem.
It’s not concern that forces him up from his chair at the sight of her, it’s just, they were supposed to start their meeting five minutes ago. When she hadn’t called him in he was being polite but now maybe he can distract her. That’s all.
He grabs her a drink first, what assistant goes into an appraisal without one? An idiot assistant that’s who. Dean is decidedly not an idiot so it’s with her drink in his hand that he knocks on the glass door like he’s not been dreading hearing what she thinks of him.
“Dean, what are you…?” She looks up at him confused, her question dying on her lips as they form a perfect ‘o’.
He wants to be annoyed that she forgot about him. Frustration is his knee-jerk reaction. Except there are these worry lines on her face that he hasn’t seen before so he doubles his efforts to let his own emotions go with a heavy swallow.
“I’m so sorry Dean, please sit down.” She searches for a minute as she speaks eventually picking up her phone and typing something furiously.
If he’s honest he wouldn’t have minded her postponing this, or canceling it, whatever. He knows she’s not going to let it go. Eventually, he’s going to end up in this situation, the receiving end of one of her meetings. And he’s not scared of her it’s just what she’s going to say that worries him. It’s one thing to think that your maybe your boss thinks you’re too dumb to do your job right, it’s a really shitty ending to his week to actually hear the words. That’s the sort of stuff you can’t just leave at your desk to have a nice weekend.
“Ok. Let’s go.” She says putting her phone down and giving him her full attention. “Why did you come to work here?”
Wow. She’s going straight for it. Her face is totally unreadable while she waits for an answer and he can’t fight the doubt in his gut. Obviously, he tries to bullshit his way out of getting fired at this point.
“Well, I mean. The company has got such a good reputation of-”
“Dean?” Thank god she stopped him because he had no idea where he was taking that sentence.
“Yeah?”
She smiles, the first time he’s seen her smile all day, and it’s more soothing than he knew he needed. “I’m sorry this is my fault. I forgot you haven’t had one of these with me before so I’ll be honest. I’ve never even looked at the template HR sent me. I’m really only looking to have a conversation with you, just be honest with me. It all stays in this room and I swear this isn’t a test.”
He lets out a giant puff of air he didn’t know he’d been holding in and his shoulders drop thankfully. It’s pretty impossible not to smile back at her or be sucked into her pleas for honesty. He lets himself get too comfortable with her so it all tumbles out too easy. So quickly that his brain doesn’t even approve the words.
“I really, really hated temping, getting treated like a thing and passed about for whatever. There was one guy who didn’t even bother to learn my name. He just called me ‘sport’”
She wrinkles her nose as she nods, “that I believe.” He also sees the flash of guilt that breezes across her face then and wonders what it’s for, she’s called him Dean since day one. “I think we’ve all been there, I know I have. How are you liking it here though? I know the hours aren’t great but how are you finding the actual work?”
He struggles to think about the question straight away because he’s distracted by her admission of being a temp herself. He’d forgotten that she didn’t pop up in the world as this put together sales VP that she is. It kind of blows his mind to imagine her running around after someone else getting them lunch and printing out memos but he supposes she had to start somewhere. The pads of his fingers itch like her story is something for him to scratch at. But this meeting isn’t for him to ask about her, as much as he wants to.
“It’s fine, great even. Everyone is great, the work is great. There was a lot to learn but I think I’ve got a handle on it. I guess everything is just-”
“Great?” She finishes his sentence with a grin and he’s not even bothered by being cut off. He should be, would be usually. Except he’s not because she’s joking with him and slowly it’s starting to turn into an actual conversation which means his palms aren't nearly as clammy as they had been then he’d come in.
“I know this question is going to sound like I’m trying to trick you but I promise I’m not. Where do you want to be in five years? Or, should I say, do you know what you want to do?”
He’s too comfortable again. That and he heard her say shit earlier. His answer is so automatic and honest that he doesn’t really have time to censor it, “not a fucking clue.”
His eyes widen the second it slips out and she freezes for way too long.
And then something unexpected happens. She laughs.
He’s heard her laugh before but he’s never been the one making her laugh. Maddy gets it out of her when they have lunch every now and then, and she’s laughed down the phone. This one is for him though, a laugh he’s never heard before. It’s all unexpected and coming from somewhere deep in her belly, and he did that. His embarrassment melts into a relieved chuckle of his own.
“That might be the most honest answer I’ve ever heard.” She manages through the amusement as it dies in her throat. She has to suck in a quick puff of air for how suddenly it had hit her and pride flutters in his chest.
He shrugs, “it’s true I guess. It’s why I put up with temping anyway. I wanted to see what was out there.”
Now there’s something determined on her face. “I’d really love to help you figure it out if you’re ok with that? I think we can put a plan together so you can try your hand at a few things. How does that sound?”
He really hadn’t expected this. He’d almost called in sick today to avoid sitting in this room. And he knows he hasn’t got the feedback part yet but he can’t imagine she’d be offering him this if she didn’t have some modicum of faith in him. She makes it so easy for him to nod gratefully as he answers, “that would be awesome.”
“Y/N?”
You look up from your desk and before you notice the source of your name you see how the lights of the office are brighter against the darkness flooding in the windows. The last time you’d looked up it was daylight. Only after being crushed at having lost half a day to your panic, do you notice Charlie. Not for anything she’s done, but she’s probably the last person you want to see considering today’s various email chains.
You plaster a smile on your face as best you can, trying to maintain your usual light conversation with her, “now I know it’s serious since you’ve come to see me.”
She grins that same loveable grin that she always seems to have for the few people she genuinely enjoys talking to. You’re torn between being pleased she’s still smiling at you like that and thinking that it makes all of this so much harder.
“Word on the street is that you haven’t left this office all day so I figured this was the only way to get some face time.”
Word on the street? You glance at the clock on your computer, 8:45pm, and then you look over at the desk on the other side of the glass where Dean is still sitting. Not without a yawn you notice.
“Come in, take a seat, just give me a second.” You jump up with more fire than you’ve had all day and stand at the door where Charlie had been leaning. “Dean, go home.”
His head whips round to look at you, an argument on his lips no doubt, but you belay it before he has the chance, “call me a car for nine-thirty and then get out of here. Please. It’s Friday night.”
He nods, his curled lips vaguely apologetic even though it’s your fault he’s still sitting there for crying out loud.
“See you Monday.” You order again before shutting the door behind you, he doesn’t need to hear this conversation while he’s going home.
“I’m surprised you’re still talking to me.” You don’t waste any time avoiding the elephant in the room once you and Charlie are alone.
She laughs and you’re genuinely surprised by her attitude, you knew she was pretty laid back but she had to turn the website off five hours ago because the distribution center is out of stock of the top 50 lines. Because of your sale.
“You’re one of the few people around here I actually like talking to, besides, it’s only stock. Nothing wrong with my actual site. Now Doug? Yeah, he might be mad at you.” There’s a playful twinkle in her eye, no one truly likes Doug after all.
You grimace even though you don’t want to, you want to stay calm and collected but he already thought you were public enemy number one before this all happened. “When isn’t he mad at me?”
Charlie sits forward in her chair so that her elbows rest on the edge of your desk and her head sits innocently in her hands, “I only wanted to check you’re ok. I know you’re probably sitting up here blaming yourself-“
“It’s my fault, so yeah. I am.”
She purses her lips and raises an eyebrow for being interrupted, “it could have have happened to anyone. And you’re smart enough to know that at the end of the day we just made money. Yeah, we’ve got some issues to fix but we’re still turning a profit.”
The smile you crack is half appreciative and still half fake. “It didn’t happen to anyone though, it happened to me. Micheal is going to have my ass. He wants to see me when he’s back in next week.”
“Ass?” She can’t stop herself from beaming with a mock affronted tone, “Y/N! Such language in the office!”
Your eyes dart about excessively as you lean in to whisper, “fuck off Charlie.”
It sets you both off and for the first time since the now infamous RE: The Website email chain you feel genuinely lighter. Yes you’d still have to deal with Michael next week and yes you’d be working all day tomorrow to help try and find stock in any of your stores to transfer over, but as you laugh with Charlie you can’t help but think that maybe you have at least one more friend in this company than you previously thought.
Everyone hates the dick that runs off the subway as soon as the doors open, pushing past people and diving through crowds with no consideration for anyone else, like they’re the only one trying to get to work.
Today Dean is that dick.
He’s late, again. While it might be the second time there’s no backup today. No Maddy to cover for him until he arrives. And it’s only 30 minutes but that’s enough that she’ll already be there, wondering where he is and sending out a search party for her goddamn coffee probably. He’s one of the few people that has seen her before her first coffee of the day and he knows how much she needs it. If she’s a little crazy the rest of the time she’s fucking certifiable without caffeine.
It’s kind of deja vu when he arrives. It’s normal that he’s the first person on the floor but it’s still empty when he arrives, the same as his first day. He looks at his watch to confirm and, yep, he’s definitely late and she should definitely be here. His movements are slow and cautious like she’s waiting to pounce attack from somewhere with an empty mug in her hands, except she doesn’t. He makes it all the way to his desk, his messenger bag dropped unceremoniously at his feet and still nothing. It’s only once he logs into his computer with an overhasty sigh that he sees it, a new email at the top of his inbox.
Got called into an emergency meeting, won’t be back till 9. Cancel my 8am call.
Fuck. He is so fucked. It’s Monday morning and he’s late but worse than that, she’s gone into a two-hour meeting without a drop of caffeine in her system. She didn’t even sign her name, which, she always does. She’s hot on that email etiquette shit even when she’s firing one out from her phone.
He looks down at his bag and wonders if he should even bother being here when she gets back before he remembers that meeting with her on Friday. She’d given him real work to do, she’d made promises to get him experience in other departments, but mostly she’d been normal. Like an actual normal person, halfway to being a friend, and that’s what he’s clinging to. That version of her wouldn’t fire him for being half an hour late. Once the panic subsides he thinks the crazy version wouldn’t either.
Pinging open the meeting room calendar he sees that it’s that dick Doug who’s booked the room and his decision is made right there. There’s no way she’ll survive and he doesn’t intend to leave her to suffer more than necessary. So, he makes her usual, with an extra shot by way of apology, and heads to the elevator. She didn’t say do not disturb or anything and he’ll just knock, take it in and leave. Let Doug hate him, as long as she doesn’t.
The biggest challenge is not spilling hot coffee over himself when the elevator chugs to life and then stops two floors up with an equally bracing shudder, but this is not his first rodeo and Dean has nimble fingers. After surviving the trip knocking on the meeting room door is no problem at all, he doesn’t even hesitate.
“Come in.” It’s muffled by the wood but it’s definitely a male voice that orders him in.
Maybe he would have hesitated if he’s known that the entire VP team was in here. Or maybe he wouldn’t have come faster when he sees the look on Y/N’s face.
They’re all sat like any other meeting except they all seem a little more constipated than normal. And they’re all facing her. She’s sitting there flushed with what looks like shame, her forehead resting in one hand as if she can barely hold her own head up to face them. Dean has no clue what’s going on but he doesn’t like it.
It takes her three seconds to look up and spot him at the door but it feels like three hours. It’s worth the wait anyway because as flustered and broken as she looks staring into the table her face melts when she looks at him. She smiles big and bright and for a moment it reaches all the way to her eyes. And she’s not even looking at the coffee in his hand.
“Sorry, just came to bring you this.” He says to her, ignoring the other men in the room who’s sphincters appeared to have tightened even more at his interruption.
She nods, “thank you, you’re a lifesaver.” He can tell she means it and he thinks it’s about more than the coffee.
He smiles back at her and then straightens his face out to offer the briefest of acknowledgments to the other VP’s before leaving. He almost doesn’t go back to his desk when he’s out of the room. He considers setting up camp outside just in case she needs him or so he’s there when she gets out because she looks like she needs something, then he remembers that’s ridiculous. She’s his boss and tough as nails at that. Plus it’d probably be a waste of two hours.
When he gets back to their floor he’s surprised to see someone sitting on his desk. Not at it, on it. She turns to him at the sound of his footsteps and beams.
“You must be Dean!”
He knows the voice as soon he hears it since he talks to her at least once a day. Although he had no idea the voice was attached to someone as hot as the woman standing in front of him.
“Sabina?
“Hey Dean,” she draws out his name while she sizes him up, ending with a satisfied grin as she reaches out to shake his hand. “It’s great to finally put a face to the voice.”
It might be half-past seven in the morning but Dean raises an eyebrow like he’s just bumped into her at a bar, “same here. I had no idea what I was missing out on.”
This woman in the short skirt and power jacket, that any other day he might call a boss bitch, giggles and then pouts her lips at him for eliciting the reaction.
“So, where is our boss?” He doesn’t miss the reminder that Sabine isn't his boss.
“Stuck in a meeting, she won’t be back for over an hour.”
Dean not being in the office when she arrived that morning had been disconcerting. Doug calling her within five minutes and summoning her to a meeting had been terrifying. The room itself, the faces and the conversation had been hell on earth. It was, of course, a thinly veiled ambush. An outlet for the other VP’s to vocalise their displeasure at the sheer amount of work her problem would require from all of their teams. Doug’s being the hardest hit. Him already hating you the most. You’re surprised he wasn’t spitting bile by the end.
You want to say it was better once they got it out of their system but that would imply that they stopped with the aggression. Even once you were all talking logistics and solutions they couldn’t hide their frustration. You didn’t even want to think about the eye rolls and mutters when you got up in the front of the room and lead the charge in making a list of tasks and assigning jobs. There was no appeasing them, not even by taking more than you should yourself.
You get it. You messed up. Although that wasn’t really harsh enough, you fucked up. Even if you kind of didn’t. You did the research and even in your worst case scenarios, this being one of them except for the shutting the website down part, the margins weren’t terrible. Yes, there would be a slight knock-on effect for selling that quantity at a sale price but you still sold the stock.
It’s not enough. If you try and point that out, or talk about the fact that you’d still made money they brought it back to the shame of it all. It’s such bad PR. Social media is raking us over the coals. Commercial suicide.
And people say women are dramatic.
Thankfully you’re all out ten minutes early, probably because they all need to go and think up some more insults for later. Regardless you feel like you’re floating when you get back to your floor. Freedom does that to a girl. Other people have started arriving now and Dean is at his desk typing away. He seems surprised when you stop in front of him and his eyes flick to the time in the corner of the screen.
“Sorry. I really don’t have a good excuse. My alarm…”
You hold your hand up with a smile, which is much easier to do out of that room, “it’s fine. You start work two hours earlier than anyone else just to be here for me. Just text me next time?”
He rubs the back of his neck as he agrees but stops as you try to walk away.
“Sabina is here. Well, not here, she went downstairs but she’ll be back at nine. Said she just wanted half an hour?”
You feel yourself perk up a little at this information. Sabina would be incredibly helpful right now and considering her sales area includes fifth, which still has the sale on, she could potentially be bringing you good news.
“That’s actually perfect, can you send her straight in when she gets back please?”
“Sure thing.”
You look at the lock screen of your phone and note the time as you slump into your comfortable chair. You have seven minutes to breathe and try to forget the last two hours. Well, not forget since you have a considerable list of actions points from the meeting, but forget the experience anyway. You have seven minutes to try and expel the embarrassment and failure that clings to you.
Michael isn’t back in town till Thursday so that gives you three days to fix this. If the website isn’t back up before he arrives you will be a thousand percent done here. You’re actually fairly confident that as long as the site is back up then you’ll be fine. But if you’ve made the mess and not cleaned it up? That would be a cause for concern.
Continue to Chapter Five
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Help Me Help You - The New Weapon (14/?)
Character: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader / OFC
Chapter summary: Thanks to Bruce, the Avengers and Annabelle finally find out what influence the serum has had on her blood and body.
Wanda decides to give Anna lessons, trying to make it easier for her to control her powers the way she can.
Warnings: Mentions of death, scientific shit going on oh boi I have no idea if that even makes sense
Words: 4k
A/N: This thing down there is supposed to be a GIF I made but it somehow only plays on the mobile version (if at all). Either that or my laptop is crap. Welp. Enjoy.
Previous Chapter // Help Me Help You - Masterlist
Annabelle confined herself to exploring her room. That included trying to work the stereo, listening to new albums she had never heard of before, watching TV to catch up with the news of the past weeks and reading into a few books that had also been laying around.
She loved how the room’s interior was already really cozy. Almost made her feel like home.
Hm.
Home.
Tears had sprung to her eyes at the thought of her mother, probably dying with worry while crying herself to sleep at night.
She wouldn’t know what had happened to her only daughter.
Her worst fear was that she believed she had run away.
She knew she needed to tell her somehow, she had missed her so fucking much over the course of her disappearance.
Asking Friday for directions, she got up at one-fifty to walk upstairs somewhere. She replayed Friday’s voice inside her head.
Go to the elevator, drive up three stories, end of the hallway, right turn.
And she did exactly that.
She turned right at the end of the hallway and there she could see through the glass walls that separated her from the conference room.
And sitting there, alone in a seat while running a hand through his hair, was no other than Bucky Barnes.
She chuckled to herself. Of cause he was.
She entered through the sliding door and he only looked up at the sound of it, keeping his surprised gaze on her until she was standing beside him, her hands grasping the black leather-backrest of the chair next to him.
“Do you mind?” She asked timidly and as if she had pulled him out of a trance, he suddenly shook his head rapidly.
“No. Y-You can sit there.” He stammered and cleared his throat as he sat up straighter in his chair.
She pulled it out from under the long glass table and let herself slump into it, a deep breath rushing past her lips.
“You okay?” He asked her. Her head was leaning against the headrest, turning slowly to face him.
“Sure. Why not.” She didn’t seem pleased with the whole situation and Bucky didn’t know how to respond to that.
He fidgeted in his seat uncomfortably, his leg bouncing underneath the table, she could see it.
“I’m sorry, that’s a stupid answer.”
“It was a stupid question.”
Her brows drew together in surprise and confusion.
“No it wasn’t, don’t worry. I guess I’m just not as exited as I should be. I mean… should I even be exited?” She shrugged her shoulders “I think so.”
“You don’t have to pretend.” He mumbled, looking down to his bouncing leg.
“It’s a strange situation to be in.”
“Hm.” She answered and turned her head to look at the ceiling again.
“I am the, uh… what is it again? The thing you do tests on?”
He turned his head in confusion.
“Guinea pig?”
“Yes. I am the guinea pig. People get to look at me to see what their tests have done to me.”
She sighed deeply.
“I guess it’s not the best metaphor, but I hope I’m still that old guinea pig I used to be, you know?”
He nodded. He did know.
“Well, hello there.” Sam said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows as he entered the room along with Natasha. He looked back into his lap at Sam’s expression.
“Who do have we here? Beauty and the beast.”
“Oh, fuck off.” Bucky hissed and sent him a glare.
“Don’t worry, you’re not the beauty. Belle over here is.”
“Oh my god, that’s actually perfect. She even has the same name!” Wanda squealed as she entered the room behind them, slinging her arms around Sam’s shoulders, making him tumble backwards.
She winked at Bucky as Sam yelled in protest and a tiny smirk appeared on his lips.
“See, I can literally take you down without my powers, point proven.” She let go of him and quickly grabbed the other seat next to Annabelle.
“Hey, that was mine!” He whined, but Wanda only stuck out her tongue at him. He grumbled as he sat down at the other end, next to Natasha who had sat down next to Bucky.
Even though they had all proven themselves to be very amusing, in that moment she didn’t feel joy. Her heart was pounding. She was on edge from what Bruce had found out and what he was about to say.
She nibbled on the nail of her right thumb as her left fingers thrummed on the armrest.
They were sitting so close, the others, lost in their own conversations, didn’t even notice Bucky’s hand moving over to take a gentle hold of her wrist, immediately stopping her actions as she looked down at his flesh hand on hers and then up to his face with big eyes.
“It’s gonna be fine.” He said quietly so that only she could hear it and she nodded slowly until he smiled fleetingly at her and let go as soon as Tony entered the room along with Steve, Bruce and Vision.
Her expression was still that of a deer in the headlights, but she managed a smile as Tony send her one.
“Gather ‘round, children!” He said as he walked up to the end of the long-ish table.
“And let the doctor speak.”
Bruce stepped beside him and pushed his glasses up his nose.
She tried to tell anything from the look on his face, her cheeks blushing with anxiousness.
“I, I think I’ll start right away.” He stammered and called up an invisible screen floating in the middle of the table and Annabelle leaned back as if it could actually touch her.
“Anna, I’m glad to see you here.” Bruce said and smiled faintly at her. She did the same.
“I just… I want to know.” She hesitated and she hoped the others couldn’t hear the shake in her voice.
She needed to know.
He nodded back at her.
“Well, we’re not going to push you away. We’ll include you in all the knowledge we have on this case.”
Her heart was racing.
“I… I think maybe it’s better if you start with, uh, the enemy we’re dealing with.” Bruce looked at Steve and he just nodded, turning to face her.
“The ones that took you are part of a terrorist-criminal organization called Hydra.”
He had a concerned look on his face, as if he didn’t really want to expose Annabelle to the ugly truth.
But the only unknown truth there was, was that she, out of all of them, could handle it the best.
“They were the ones we fought in the second world war and they’re the ones that experimented not only on Bucky, but also on Wanda.”
“They gave us our powers.” She spoke up and when she looked at her, a reddish glow – one that she had only seen on TV before – emerged between her fingers.
“And they wanted them to use it for Hydra’s plans. Control them how they wanted to force their will onto the world.”
The puzzle-pieces started to align and match up.
Not about her abductors but also about Bucky’s past.
“And you would’ve been their next toy to play with.” Tony said and sat down.
“Nicely put, Tony.” Steve glared at him and Tony shrugged, shaking his head “Tell me I’m wrong.” Steve sighed and continued.
“Hydra has been getting S.H.I.E.L.D’s attention for the past six months. Since they have started…” He seemed like he was hoping to get a little help from the others, but they looked like they felt just as awkward as him.
“…since they have started to scatter dead bodies with a chemical compound in their bloodstream we had never seen before.”
She didn’t know how to answer. There had been others before her. But she always believed that there was a plan behind all those injections, all the brain-shocking…
Why would they go through it only to kill them?
It made her realize that if she had been there for just a little longer, she would’ve wound up dead as well.
“They have been working on a way to combine both the serum that made Bucky and I so strong with the one that gave Wanda enhanced abilities.”
“And they have succeeded.” Bruce finally chimed in and the room got quiet once more.
He swiped to the next page with a movement of his hand and in front of them appeared a hemogram of dark purple blood cells with even darker centers, vibrating across the screen.
She has had enough years of biology in school to say that whatever that was, was not normal. Blood cells were red, most likely unmoving, but not quivering like they had a will of their own.
“Your blood sample from earlier matches with the ones they took from the other victims.”
Bruce explained, but she couldn’t get her eyes off the moving picture.
Goosebumps crawled over her skin at the sight. At the sheer thought of that filling her veins.
“I don’t know if you saw it when I extracted the blood from you”
Her head cocked to the side in confusion. No. She had not. She had been trying to focus on not puking with her eyes squeezed shut.
“But it was various shades darker than regular blood. And my theory is that the discoloration of your blood cells is the cause of it.”
Her brows drew together. She was more than just confused at that point.
“But… that’s not the only thing I saw under the microscope.”
Swipe to the right.
“The minute I tried to poke them with a microscopic needle to extract their contents for further research…”
The animation showed the same twitching blood cells with a pointed head approaching one of them.
They all watched curiously as the needle tried to breach the cell wall, she had seen this procedure a few times before, but the breach never came.
Instead, the blood cell suddenly stained darkly, carbon black, spreading from the inside out and tiny bumps formed on the exterior which formed into tentacle-like arms, starting to wiggle. The movement touched the cells surrounding it and within a fraction of a second it had alarmed the rest as well, turning into the same defensive mess.
Annabelle’s mouth hung open, along with all the other’s.
Her scalp prickled with shock and her chest constricted.
That was floating inside of her. She had an own, built-in defense mechanism.
Or whatever that shit was supposed to be demonstrating here.
“What the hell?” Sam blurted out.
“Seriously, Bruce. What is that?” Natasha added, equally shocked.
“This” He said and swiped right once more as the video started to replay itself “Is Hydra’s newest weapon.”
“I’m what?” Panic rose up inside Annabelle’s chest. She clearly looked like it as well.
“You’re not.” Tony interrupted and held up a stopping hand “You’re not a weapon. It’s what Hydra has been trying to change those people into. You’re just the first person to survive it.”
“Yes, of cause.” Bruce added, looking a little ashamed.
“You- You’re not. They would’ve turned you into a, a weapon, but you’re still yourself.”
“Well, obviously I’m not!” She couldn’t breathe.
“Kid, you need to calm down.” Tony said slowly, cautiously. Realization hit everyone at the tone of his voice. This meeting could go another way if she wouldn’t.
All eyes were on her.
Her face was beet red. She didn’t know what to do.
“You’re enhanced, is what Bruce is trying to say.” Bucky said as he turned around to look her in the eyes.
“You’re both like Steve, Wanda and I, but also you aren’t.”
She seemed so frightened.
“You’re something new and we don’t know what it is yet, but we will. Right, doctor?”
“I, uhm, yes. Of cause.”
He didn’t break eye contact with her once.
“They would have turned you into a weapon if they had gotten the chance. But they didn’t. You’re here now and that won’t change if you don’t want it to.”
He looked at her, his eyes both calming and piercing with the depth of the blue in them.
Like the ocean on a stormy day, she thought.
It did in fact make her calm down. The tingling in her fingertips subsiding and the beat of her heart no longer throbbing in her head.
“Okay.” She whispered and nodded. He smiled at her softly before she looked back at Tony and the rest who were all staring at the two of them.
“I want to help. Whatever I have to do, I will. I want to control… whatever this is.”
“And we’ll help you with that.” Steve said and nodded back at her.
“From what I could tell, your… self… has an own awareness of your surroundings and instinctively wants to protect you from any harm” He scratched his neck.
“My assumption is that this defense mechanism activates itself through your bloodstream, as we could see as an example from the reaction of your blood cells. Whichever Neurochemicals and hormones are released activate the serum.”
“And now in English, please.” Sam raised an impatient eyebrow. Bruce sighed.
“Extreme emotions trigger extreme response.”
The lab. She remembered what she felt back then. Pure fright and panic and just fear for her life. There must’ve been so much adrenaline rushing through her blood that her body consequently reacted.
“We still don’t know for certain what exactly includes said response, but doctor Cho and I will try our best finding that out as well.” Bruce assured her.
Well. That was insightful.
More than she had hoped for for sure. In the back of her head she had already dabbled with that idea of what could’ve caused the outbreak, but here it was. Her answer served on a silver plate.
“Will she be okay?” Steve asked him.
“I think so. I mean, I – all of the exposed dangers in her bloodstream that the, uhm, serum has caused have either vanished or manifested themselves. There don’t seem to be any major genetic changes except for the mutation… the alteration of what was already there.”
He cleared his throat awkwardly.
“What I mean is I don’t see you growing extra limbs… although the treatment did involve a certain level of radiation. Of cause we’ll have to see what the long-term effects are, but despite all your immune system is being very adaptive and your health is recovering incredibly fast.”
His smile seemed earnest this time.
“Could be the influence of the Super-Soldier Serum.”
“Okay.” She mumbled, staring onto the see-through table. That was a lot to process.
But all in all… good news, right?
“I can help you figuring out your powers.” Wanda suddenly spoke up from next to Annabelle. She looked at Bruce, then at her.
“I know what it’s like being in your position and I had to figure it out by myself, but you don’t have to. I know all the tricks on that department.”
She winked at her and Tony agreed.
“Sounds like a plan.”
***
Her current state had been discussed, further theories on Hydra’s position and plans reviewed and with that, the meeting had ended. Class dismissed.
“Hey, we can start right away if you want to…?” Wanda asked before she stood up, laying a hand on her shoulder.
“I, uhm… okay. I mean, I don’t have anything else to do.” She shrugged and stood up as well.
“Great! We can practice in the gym, if you feel comfortable enough. Do you, uh, maybe want to put some gym clothes on?” She asked. Annabelle shook her head.
“No. I mean, I don’t know. Should I?”
“Whatever you feel comfortable in.”
She shrugged again.
“I guess I’ll just… stay like this.” She looked down at herself. Oversized shirt and jeans with socks.
“I’ll probably need a belt, though.” She groaned as she tugged on the loose fabric around her waist.
“Don’t worry” Wanda grinned and leaned in to whisper “You can borrow my clothes; I’ve gained too much weight for them anyway.”
They both laughed as they exited the room along with the others.
Bucky stayed behind, watching the two of them.
“Are you okay?” Bruce asked the soldier and he turned his head around. The doctor was collecting the piles of paper he had brought in.
“I’m fine.” He said and stood up as some of the pages glided to the ground, bending down to pick them back up.
“Oh, thank you.” He mumbled as Bucky handed them over.
“Will she be okay, though?” Bucky asked sheepishly and looked back at the doctor.
He stared at him for a few seconds before he decided to response.
“Well, I- I surely think so. She really is doing well, all things considered…”
He hesitated, looking at the papers.
“We will have to see how it develops.”
“The serum?”
Bruce shook his head, correcting himself.
“Yes, sure. Of cause. I think, we’ll have to see how she develops as well. I believe the serum and her well-being are very closely related.”
Bucky stood there and listened.
“If, I mean, if she feels bad or, just anything in that manner… unhappy, frustrated, unwelcome… I believe it will show.”
“And what if it’s the opposite?”
“Well… I mean that could surely have an influence as well. Although I’m not quite sure what- how it would manifest itself.”
Bucky nodded.
“Then we’ll have to make sure she feels at home.”
***
“Relax.” Wanda assured her as she went to close the door behind her. The gym was big with high ceilings, long and even parquet dance floor with mirrors on the walls and lots of room to work with.
“I can put on some whale songs...?”
She turned around to her, furrowing her brows.
“Why on earth would I want that?”
Wanda let out a chuckle.
“What do I know.”
She realized it was very silent there.
Wanda grabbed a mat she rolled down in front of their feet. She figured that all the training equipment and weights must have been located in another gym.
“Come on. Sit with me.” She crossed her legs as she sat down, patting the seat in front of her. Annabelle did as she was told.
“Are… we going to meditate?” She asked, clearly confused.
“No.” Wanda answered and closed her eyes. Annabelle continued to stare at her.
“I want you to close your eyes.”
She rolled them first, but did the same.
“What are you feeling right now?” She heard her gentle voice, the low whir of the fluorescent light above their heads, a car speeding somewhere on the streets.
“I don’t know. Confused?”
She heard her gentle giggle.
“If you have to ask me then I don’t think that’s what you’re truly feeling.”
Annabelle breathed deeply and went into her train of thoughts.
“I feel…” Her head cocked to the side “relieved.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I finally know who did this to me and what it was that they did.”
“What else do you feel?”
“Tense. I feel tense.”
“Why?”
This was beginning to feel pointless. She sighed, starting to be on edge.
“I don’t know. Maybe because the people that have done this to me are still running around somewhere? Because I can’t do anything about it? Because I don’t want what happened when I woke up here to be happening again?”
“That’s why we’re here. To turn those reasons into productivity. Because you can do something about it.”
Her words resonated in her head.
“Because you can control it if you want to.”
“What are you feeling now?”
She looked deep inside herself. Her heart was pounding. Either with Wanda’s hopeful promises or the building hatred for what she was yet powerless.
“Rage.”
A pause.
“Go on.”
Her breathing got quicker, already audible to the both of them.
“I want them to pay.”
“For all that they’ve done to you.”
A pang to her heart as it contracted. She felt it, the sting in her chest and the pull in the back of her throat where a lump was building.
“Yes.” She hissed.
“Good. Stay there. Right where you are now. What do you see?”
Her voice was no longer in front of her, but inside her head.
She knew what she asked for and Annabelle kept digging, everything else faded down.
Her hands balled up to fists as her subconsciousness dug deeper; The tips of her fingers had begun to tingle.
She dug her nails into her palms, leaving small, moon-shaped imprints.
She felt it. The same rush in her veins she had felt back there in the lab, the same that had wanted so badly to creep back up this morning, but this time she let it.
Welcomed it inside with no fear.
It spread through her chest and she could see it before her closed eyelids. Even darker shades of black winding through her already dark vision. Not like a movement she could compare. Not a snake, no kraken could wind their way through her self that way.
It felt like a simultaneous tug at her insides, a quivering worm, one tortured with a burning lens. The motions were visceral, out of control.
And it settled in the pores of her skin, gushing out and pooling in the palms of her hands.
She had to control that haunted creature and it gave in the second she let it in, still moving on its own, but not fighting its occupier.
This was one vicious parasite.
“Anna!”
Her eyes shot open and she was looking through the eyes of said demon.
That was until she felt something else yanking on her brain and she gasped with the sudden sharpness of a headache, clasping her hands above her head and hissing.
“I’m sorry, I had to.” She heard Wanda’s voice, it was so much closer than before.
She turned around to understand what she was talking about and saw the girl crouched next to her, one hand held close to her temple and in the corner of her eye she noticed a red glow finding its origin from the tips of her fingers.
“What are you doing?” Her voice sounded raspy and her eyes were burning. Everything looked different. She got her old vision back for some reason.
“You were in it too deep.” Was her only response as the red glow faded away. She knew what this girl was capable of. America had made her stay in said country; a difficult and very public thing to handle. Why? Because of what she was able to do with her gifts.
That’s what they called them, but she knew damn well that it was a burden. One she had been blessed with as well.
“What do you mean?” She rubbed her head, the pain had gone but the question stayed.
“You got to it, Anna. You did it, but…”
She leaned back and sat down.
“You couldn’t hear me anymore. I saw it dripping down your hands and I warned you, but you didn’t listen. I didn’t want to touch you I, I didn’t know… how you’d react. So I gave you a little kick.”
“In the brain?” Annabelle gasped.
“Just enough to pull you out.”
She looked around. There was nothing left. Staring down at her palm she only saw the imprints of her nails into her skin there.
“I’m sorry.” She croaked out.
“No! Don’t be.” She let out a chuckle, her eyes wide with amusement and enthusiasm.
“That was- well, I thought we’d go easy, but that’s not a problem.” She laughed.
“See” She said and gripped Annabelle’s shoulders “You can call it up if you want to. That’s the first step of controlling your powers.”
The first, she thought, The first of how many?
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meet solangelo: college friends edition
imagine: nico and will, living together in an apartment in *insert a city with a college with a great medical programme*
nico doesn’t really do school, but he does internet courses on linguistics while will attends med school
and one day will is supposed to work on some group project or another, and they go to the library only to discover it closed for maintenance or something, idk it’s not important really
the point here is that after talking about their options will sighs a little and goes, “well, i guess we can go to our place, nico is probably home but i don’t think he’ll mind”
(secretly he thinks nico is probably asleep anyway, but doesn’t say anything)
so they go to the apartment, and see nico playing video games
and ofc the other people in the group are curious about the mysterious nico that will barely ever stops talking about
like seriously, nico is mentioned in every other sentence
“- and i went home and nico had made this awesome chicken pasta sauce that -“
“- just like that, even nico said it’s crazy -”
“- just last week nico showed me this documentary -”
and they think this nico person must be one hell of a roommate if a guy like will is so over the moon with him
but nico barely looks up from his game when will calls for him, too focused on his game
“have you even moved from that spot since this morning?”
“once or twice”
“have you eaten?”
“yes, mom”
will and his course friends set up around the kitchen island and get to work, and like a good host will brews them coffee
he asks nico if he wants any, and what nico answers is just a bunch of words in a language the other guys don’t understand but sound like curse words
will only rolls his eyes, but the others are pretty taken aback, because this is the infamous nico that’s so great???
during the maybe half an hour that nico sits on the couch and the others work on their project, nico doesn’t manage to improve the first impression
basically he seems rude and grumpy, and he talks to will like he barely stands him, and will just??? sits there??? and occasionally rolls his eyes, like this is a daily occurrence? like what??
eventually nico stops his game and wanders to the kitchen, not sparing the rest of the people there a look as he goes straight to the fridge
“i thought we still had juice?”
“we would have if you had gone to the store today like i asked you”
“you asked me to go to the store?”
“multiple times, nico”
and all this while will doesn’t even look up from his text book, perfectly capable of scanning the pages for information while having a row with his apparently real ass of a roommate
(”dude, he really needs to find a new roommate”, one of the guys whispers to the other two, and they both nod, kind of worried about will)
nico huffs and looks kinda dangerous when he stomps out of the kitchen and to the hall, and they hear the jingle of keys that signal nico is going somewhere
they hope it’s the store and that he stays there until they’ve left
“did you forget something, di angelo???”
and wow, they’ve never heard will sound like that, like half-annoyed and half-exasperated, with a tinge of something that’s almost amusement but not really? what?
and then
then
they hear a very audible sigh from the hall, and nico walks back to the kitchen, straight to will, and kisses him
and not like, a peck on the cheek or even a sarcastic one on the lips
a real, slow, open mouthed kiss, with tongue, and he has both his hands on will’s cheeks and it looks so tender
and it seems like the kiss goes on and on and on, even though it barely lasts five seconds
but nico leans back slowly, and then there’s a small peck on the lips, and stop the press, is that a smile???
“you’re a fucking asshole”, nico says, but it’s not spat out like everything else they’ve heard him say
no, this is soft and sweet, almost as if asshole is a pet name, and it occurs to them that maybe they weren’t supposed to be listening in on that?
and will, the cool guy that (in their eyes) ten seconds ago was in desperate need of a new, more respectful roommate, smiles at nico like he hung the sun and the stars, and says, just as softly, “i love you too. buy some ice cream?”
“you ate the ice cream???”
“we can order italian for dinner”
and meanwhile will’s course friends sit there with their mouths wide open like, what the hell is going on, who is this guy???
because nico seems completely different from the person that they saw just like, barely a minute ago
and then nico is gone, just like that, and will turns back to his work like nothing happened, and as the apartment door slams shut the others just look at will with round eyes like explain this
“so like... you’re together?” is what they manage to ask first
will looks up from his notes, a little startled, and answers a little “yes?” like he thinks it was obvious
and okay, maybe it was obvious, but like
“for how long???”
and will actually stops to think for a few seconds, before his eyes get this strange glint and he says “seven years this november”
the guys look at each other, puzzled
like, maybe it would have made more sense to them if they had been together for less than a year, still adjusting to their places in each other’s lives, still learning their way around
but seven years???
“that’s longer than my dad was together with my mom” one of them blurts out in shock
“i was so sure you were going to ask ruby out by thanksgiving” says another
“and here i was going to suggest you find a more respectful roommate”
let’s just say that they have to reschedule dong the project, because these guys are goddamn noisy and want to know everything they’ve missed about will and nico’s relationship
“did you guys meet in high school or something?”
“wait, so when veronica asked you out and you turned her down, it wasn’t just because she’s a girl?”
“how come he talks to you like that?”
the guys are out before nico returns, insisting that they can meet up another time, clearly already gossiping about the new info they have on their friend
and will is not stupid, he knows that nico seemed super rude to them, but he also knows that it doesn’t matter as long as the two of them know what’s up
and maybe, just maybe, will starts planning a get together where his college friends can meet nico, properly this time
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Let Me Protect You Chapter 8/?
Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Emilia
Word Count: 2,083
Warnings: Swearing, fluffy goodness, flirting, depression and sadness
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After Emilia’s fiancé cheats on her, she moves to California to live with her brother Eric, who just so happens to be good friends with Chris Evans. Follow Emilia and her roller coaster life through heartbreak, love, and emotional trauma. Will Emilia choose to let Chris into her heart, or will she remain broken and alone forever?
While you were out getting groceries with Eric, he found out he was actually going to be leaving tonight instead of tomorrow with Frank; so you finished up your shopping, unpacked the groceries in your kitchen, and said your goodbyes.
It would be a lonely week without your brother here, especially in a brand new city, but at the same time, you kind of liked being by yourself to figure things out. No distractions around really helped you to clear out your mind and that’s exactly why you moved out here in the first place anyways.
Deciding you didn’t want to make cookies quite yet, you paced over to your couch and lay down, hoping to get a little nap in. The events of the last few days catching up to you and you were exhausted.
The incident at the party; you and Chris discussing what might become between the two of you. You were seriously frightened by your relationship with Chris. Sure, you were just friends for now, but you only knew the guy for a day. Things like that just didn’t happen; did they? Of course you’ve heard the phrase “love at first sight”, but come on that was just a myth wasn’t it?
You had never felt such strong feelings towards someone upon meeting them. You already felt emotions and feelings more strongly than the normal person; being sensitive and all. But did you really want to add to all that? Your mind screaming no, don’t do it you idiot, your heart pleading yes, take the plunge, you need someone who will be good to you.
Ugh, now a headache was forming just thinking about all of this. Closing your eyes, you drift to sleep, hoping to wake up to a clearer mind.
Looking into Chris’ eyes, you just become lost in them. Lost in the sea of blue, as blue as the ocean you are currently at, nestled between his legs, lounging on the beach. You are relaxed in his strong grip as you keep gazing into his eyes.
Chris gives you that boyish grin you can’t help but love. He licks his lips as his eyes gaze down towards yours. Feeling slightly shy and nervous you start biting your lip, a tick you’ve always had when you became nervous.
“You need to stop doing that Emilia” he says in his husky voice, making your heart flutter and your stomach clench at the sound.
“Why don’t you make me” you banter back with your eyes quirked up.
He gives you an “oh really” look, and you know you’re done for.
He slowly, ever so slowly, starts leaning towards you; a look of pure lust on his face. His forehead reaches yours and rests there for a moment. Your lips are so close; you wanted him, all of him.
Your lips touch for the briefest of seconds before the noise jolts you two back. Was that a hurricane warning?
You lurch awake and almost fall off the couch as your phone chiming wakes you. Fuck, if your nap was supposed to clear your mind, that dream clearly made it worse.
You rose from your comfy couch to find your phone sitting on the kitchen counter, a text from Chris waiting for you.
Chris: Wheres maaahhh cooookkkiiieeesss???
You can’t help but double over laughing hysterically at the text.
Emilia: Sooo should I stop calling you Chris now and start calling you Cookie Monster??
Chris: I give you permission to call me whatever you want as long as I get some home baked cookies. Eric tells me they’re amazing
Emilia: I just woke up from a nap. Gonna start baking now. You know where to find me ;)
Chris: A nap? Slacker
Emilia: don’t make me lock my door on you Evans!!!
Chris: ;) see you soon beautiful
You don’t know how long you just stood there staring at the last text he sent you. You knew Chris was a flirtatious person by just talking to him. You knew you guys were just friends for the time being, maybe taking it to the next step; when you were ready of course. But for him to tell you you’re beautiful; you just didn’t know how to handle it. You weren’t used to compliments; you never accepted them with ease. But this felt different to you. It felt easier to accept, it felt like he meant it.
Not wanting to continue with the thought any longer, you wander into the kitchen and start pulling out everything you need for your cookies. You also needed some music, so you put your playlist on shuffle and plugged it into the Bluetooth speaker.
Baking was another one of your distractions t use to relieve the pressure and stress of your emotions and feelings. While it was way safer than the alternative you had, there wasn’t always a kitchen, or time, to just bake your feelings away.
You were hard at work, mixing up all your ingredients when there was a knock on your door.
“It’s open” you yell over the sound of your music.
“Honey I’m home” Chris says as he opens the door and walks in.
You give a sound somewhere between a snort and a chuckle, “Cute, real cute.”
“I thought so” he exclaimed, give you a wink.
When he came closer, your heart immediately started pounding; your mind racing back to the dream you had. Chris was a damn fine man, and you wouldn’t mind kissing those lips. You were actually a bit peeved your dream was cut short.
“Anything I can help you with?” he asks, breaking you from your thoughts.
“Not right now. But you can help with the sprinkles in a little bit. So just park your ass on the chair right there” you point, gesturing to one of the stools at the island counter you were working at.
“Yes Ma’am.”
You get back to mixing your ingredients into your bowl. Missio’s “Middle Fingers” song starts to play in the background and you can’t help but sing lightly to the song. You sort of deemed the song your new anthem with the way your life was going.
I am tired of seeing pretty people everywhere
I am not a model middle fingers in the air.
I used to drink whiskey now I’m stuck with Perrier
I’m an alcoholic middle fingers in the air.
I’ll just keep on throwing middle fingers in the air!
I’ll just keep on throwing middle fingers in the air!
I don’t like the music other people tend to share
Hate your loser lyrics middle fingers in the air
I’m a starving artist, nowhere close to millionaire
I prefer my kia middle fingers in the air
I’ll just keep on throwing middle fingers in the air!
I’ll just keep on throwing middle fingers in the air!
I’m a simple loner who the hell thinks that I care
I am not the party middle fingers in the air
The song fades and you stop singing and shaking your hips to the song. You were so lost in the lyrics of the song that you completely forgot Chris was sitting right there, watching you the entire time.
“Oops, got a bit carried away with the song, sorry” you mention as you duck your head in embarrassment.
“I didn’t mind, especially the view.”
“Of course you didn’t” you say to him, sticking your tongue out afterwards. “Are you ready for some sprinkles?”
“Am I ready for sprinkles?? That’s the best part!!” he says, rubbing his hands together as he walks over to your side of the kitchen.
He takes the sprinkles in his hands, and starts decorating the cookies with them. You can’t help but slip a small smile to your lips, loving the way Chris looks domestic standing here baking cookies with you. Your mind starts to drift, thinking what a relationship with Chris would really be like. You know it can’t be easy being in the spotlight, and having your relationship out in the public. Chris was a pretty private person when it came to his relationships, but you knew at some point in time it would get out to the public.
You’re also still battling with whether or not to tell him about what Eric mentioned. Even if you and Chris remain just friends, he has a right to know, being in the public eye and all.
“Penny for your thoughts” Chris asks, breaking you free from your thoughts for what felt like the millionth time. “You seem distracted. You ok Ems?”
“Umm yeah. Sorry about that. Ahh, did-did Eric men-mention anything to you. About me? And my past maybe?” you stammer a bit, a little nervous about the whole ordeal.
“Just about what happened with Charlie, and about you guys growing up.” He turns to face you, placing his hands on your slightly trembling shoulders, a strained look upon his face. “Ems, what’s wrong?”
You notice your eyes are starting to blur. Fuck, why is it every time you are around Chris, you can’t keep your emotions in check? You are always stoic and mask your emotions perfectly, but when you’re around Chris, your walls break down and your become vulnerable.
“There’s something I have to tell you. About my past. But I don’t know if-if I’m ready to tell you yet Chris. I’m not ready for the repercussions.”
Chris pulls you into his arms, trapping you with them. You let out shaky, uneven breaths, tears starting to blur your vision even more.
He rubs his hands up and down your back in a soothing way as you hiccup into his chest.
You shakily take your arms out from around yourself and grab onto his back, gripping his shirt.
“Sshhh whatever it is I’m here for you Ems. You know that. I know we’ve talked about this yesterday, and I’m still standing behind it. I have never, not once, felt an instant connection with someone like I did with you. Remember that you are setting the pace Ems. This may sound cheesy as fuck, but I’ll wait for you.”
He kisses the top of your head and just holds his lips there.
Safe. You feel safe again, in his arms.
“Thank you” you mutter out quietly, afraid of what your voice would do at this point.
“It’s not a problem sweetie” a smile appearing on his face.
You hear your phone go off with a text. You don’t want to leave Chris’ arms, but you know it might be Eric and you want to make sure he made it to the airport safely.
“I’m sorry, it might be Eric” you say grabbing your phone.
Looking at the text, you let you a deep sigh. “Great, just great” you say, throwing your phone onto the couch and walking outside, needing some fresh air.
You go to your favorite part of the yard, the spot overlooking the hills and bluffs of LA.
You hear Chris come up behind you and decide to keep your focus straight ahead of you.
“Everything ok?” he asks concerned.
“Turns out Eric won’t be gone for a week, but for the rest of the month. He won’t be returning until the end of October. He feels really bad leaving me here by myself, but I know it’s his job.” You turn to face Chris, sadness in your face knowing you were going to be alone for an entire month, not just a week. “I’m not mad at him at all, I’m angry at myself thinking him and I would have all the time in the world to catch up when I move out here.”
“If it’s any consolation, you got me!” Chris says, the cheeky grin on his face immediately putting a smile onto yours. “I needed a break so I made sure not to pick up any projects. I have a few interviews and photoshoots here and there, but other than that, I don’t have any projects lined up March of next year.” He lifts your chin to meet his gaze. “You won’t be alone Ems, you have me.”
Your heart melts at the intensity of the gaze he gives you. You can’t help but looked pleased.
“Come on beautiful, let’s go eat some cookies.”
He extends his hand for you to take, and you graciously place your smaller hand into his. The two of you stroll back into your house, all traces of sadness and anger gone; replaced with joy and peacefulness.
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