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flowerprincesscherryblossom · 1 year

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pairing: Min Yoonji x Kim Namjoo x Female Reader word count: 1313 warnings: angst, fem!myg, fem!knj, polyamory, sexting, explicit language, dirty talk, mommy kink, brat reader AO3 A/N: Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

What does one get when combining two girlfriends who spend the large majority of the day at work, so much so that sometimes you go weeks without seeing them, with a girl who spends the large majority of her time at home and gets bored easily? You get a needy you.

Sure, it wasn't a first-world problem, and you were probably making it a bigger deal than it actually was, but you couldn't help feel the way you did.

In the beginning, when you first heard that both Yoonji and Namjoo had gotten the job of their dreams you had extremely excited, giving both girls long hugs and insisting that a celebration was a must. In the beginning, they would invite you into their studios for the simple reason of wanting to spend time with you, sometimes while in the studios you would even sit on their laps. In the beginning, the older women would try their damnedest to be with you, no matter how tired or overworked they were, and you were more than happy to take care of them.

But it wasn't like that anymore.

Now, they barely made an effort to see you, much less talk to you. Now, whenever you were at their studio Yoonji and Namjoo didn't acknowledge your presence. One time you had even left without warning after hours of sitting on the couch in the studio, bored out of your mind and annoyed that they had invited you only to act as if you weren't even there.

The worst part about that day was that they hadn't even checked in on you until hours later, and it was only to know if you had had dinner and were already in bed.

You also didn't want to be that person who made everything about sex, but your relationship has been like that for a couple of months now and it was leaving you incredibly frustrated.

At first, whenever you felt horny you simply took care of it yourself, not wanting to disturb the girls, but slowly you stopped doing, there was only so much usage you could get out of your hands and toys before you started to miss the human touch you so desperately needed.

At one point you even felt jealous because you started speculating that Namjoo and Yoonji actually did fuck each other when they needed a break from the frustration of producing all day, something that made sense to you since they had been together for a couple of years before you had joined them and worked together, but that didn't stop the feeling of hurt that attached itself to you.

You missed everything about them, from their kisses to the way their skin felt against your fingertips.

You took all of this but yesterday had been your breaking point, you had tried again and again for them to at the very least talk to you but nothing had worked, so you had come up with a plan that would hopefully work in your favor.

As soon as you had woken up you got out of bed and strolled around the apartment, wanting to confirm that neither of your girlfriends were around.

Afterward, you went back to the bedroom, put on a white babydoll, their favorite on you, Namjoo would sometimes even say that it was because it gave you an air of innocence, and then you grabbed your phone and lay on the bed, doing various tantalizing poses.

You waited until you were eating breakfast - read brunch - to finally sent everything through the group chat the three of you shared, choosing the best pictures, the final one being a close-up of your clothed pussy with your hand inside your panties, giving the impression that you were fingering yourself before recording yourself where you gave your best pornstar moans.

Afterward, you resumed eating, a smug smile appearing on your face with every notification ping that came out of your phone.

Once you were finished you finally decided to check your messages and the grin on your face couldn't have been wider.

After letting a couple more minutes pass you finally decided to answer them.

Namjoo's dominating voice could be heard through the words, making you feel the familiar sting between your thighs just from reading them. You took a few minutes to recompose yourself before answering, the replies coming not long after.

At the mention of work, you felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on you, but you weren't ready to throw in the towel just yet. You still had a trick up your sleeve, a somewhat old picture that you never to them.

You almost let your phone fall out of your hands at the disappointment you felt. You knew that your girlfriends had worked hard to be where they were now but after being pushed to the side over and over again for the last couple of months, your anger and frustration spoke louder than any reasonable thought you had.

You tapped on the voice message, already knowing what to expect from Namjoo. "Listen closely little one, either you stop this shit right now or I'll make sure to spank your ass so much and so hard that you won't be able to graze it on a chair, much less sit on it. Am I clear?" You simply rolled your eyes, knowing the words were nothing but empty promises.

It was a loaded question you asked, you knew that which is why you had taken a deep breath before asking it, but as the anger you felt inside was replaced with sorrow, the tears streaming freely down on your face, you couldn't stop yourself, you wanted to know if their feelings for you had changed but they were too stubborn to admit it.

The whole polyamory thing had been entirely new to all three of you, all previous relationships had been monogamous, but after meeting them you had fallen for them very quickly, a sentiment that had been reciprocated, so, not long after, all three of you had decided unanimously to take a plunge and see where this new type of relationship would lead.

The beginning had been amazing but it wasn't like that anymore.

Yoonji and Namjoo have known each other and have been dating for far longer than either of them have been with you, that's why, in your mind, if the relationship was to fall apart, you'd be the one to leave, a thought that had been slowly growing in the back of mind that started taking over every cell in your brain once it started to feel like they were pushing you away.

You had been wallowing in misery for quite some time that you didn't have the strength to reply to any of their messages, simply staring at the screen as message bubble after message bubble kept coming.

As you read through Namjoo's words more tears streamed down on your face, almost as if it were spring water. You cried so much that you started to feel a continuous pain in your head, leaving you with barely any energy to do anything else other than wanting to sleep for as long as possible until it disappeared.

You sent a final message to them, not wanting to worry your girlfriends with more of this conversation, one that left everyone hurt in the end.

You ignored Yoonji's message and turned off your phone, leaving it in the kitchen as you moved towards the bedroom the three of you shared.

You threw yourself on top of the sheets, not bothering to get under them, you just wanted to forget this day had even happened in the first place.

As the drowsiness started taking over your bones, your last thought turned towards Namjoo and Yoonji, making you wish even more that they were with you.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts namjoon #bts yoonji #bts yoongi #min yoonji #min yoongi #kim namjoon #kim namjoo #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #yoongi angst #namjoon x reader #namjoon angst #namjoon fanfic

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hexsstuff · 8 months

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Wild thought just launched out of me:

"what if the cauldron was wrong?"

Well, if we want to take the idea that Elain and Azriel are actually mates then the cauldron was never wrong in truth.

Now, small disclaimer, cause i saw quite often a big debate into who with who should be and in truth all ships actually feel plausible until we get THE TRUTH itself. So, i don't deny any of the ships that are being theorised, but Elriel is just a bit closer to my heart than the others. I just wish to see those two together so let me delulu on this platform for a few text lines.

*ahem* so let me unload now:

My biggest wish would be that Elain would choose Az above the mating bond, to have that forbidden love that in the end is accepted, or they both die for it. Hope more for the former as i still like happy endings.

But, in an interview, we have been told that we already met Az's mate, so now my idea popped into what if Elain actually is Az mate.

Well then that means the cauldron was wrong?

No, not at all, if the Elriel bond exists as a mating bond casted by cauldron itself, then it was never a wrong.

But then what about Lucien and Elain?

They make sense, there are similarities. And they have stuff in common just as Elain has with Az and just as Az has with Lucien himself. They are plausible as bond truly so i don't deny being a truth.

But if i want to say Az and Elain are the real mating bond, then (if we exclude the possibility of a double bond, but that is more for spicy writing than actually helping the plot imo) Lucien and Elain are a fake bond.

Now, how do we even bring arguments at this statement. How can a mating bond be fake, if not if was casted as a spell itself. But, again, who would cast it and why in the world a fake bond would have been casted in the first place.

The idea of this spell has been talked before from my scrolls into other people's theories. Some say is Lucien the one who did it, and i find it impossible, some say is Koschei, which i do believe he is aware of Elain existence i can't accept that he doesn't have anything else better to do than that, so not him neither, or the Cauldron, in desire to protect, which it might be the most plausible but we are missing a last suspect.

The one i believe has casted the fake bond, my dear Watsons is Elain herself.

The girl, who in the whole books has found safety into being coddled and protected by others, got dragged out from her bubble and thrown into the Cauldron's cold water.

When Elain got out she was fae, shocked and terrified of what just happened, hit by the cold air on her wet clothes and completely lost by everything she was taking in, both the stuff that was going around outside her, and also inside her, cause we know cauldron gifted her powers we don't even know.

I can't put myself truly in her shoes but i believe that in those moments her biggest wish might have been that this was a nightmare only. She wanted home, she wanted protection she wanted to be safe.

Her "maybe true" mate, Az, was close to stepping in the afterlife so not like we had any chance for those two to lock eyes and snap a bond.

But she locked eyes with Lucien, and she was having powers she had no awareness of what they were, how to use, or even if that she cared about them in that moment. She wanted to be safe. So Lucien only looked at her and whispered "my mate" as the spell was casted and hit its target. Soon after, he offers his coat just to bring warmth. He was ready to protect her, instinctually to keep her safe, even tho' he was still remembering his past lover, and questioning why the bond didn't snap for her.

After that we know what is happening in the story.

Now i feel, that we had Lucien to be the one hit, instead of, i don't know, Tamlin!?, mainly because it opened to plot into adding another reason for Lucien to help Feyre, and not start an even bigger war that we were already in. But also them having similar traits made them make sense.

Also, if we look now at Az, while taking the spell mating bond as a truth, things start to look different. He feels like he should be her mate, maybe even thought about it in the first interaction with her, but our man woke up to life only to see his girl with another, and a bond existing. He questions it, maybe he was wrong, maybe what he felt wasn't the mating bond. But he is still attracted to her, wanting to be with her. When he says Lucien doesn't deserve her, it's because he feels he should be her mate, not because 3 bats 3 sisters, but because instinctively he felt her as his mate at one point and maybe he still has. But the bond is not snapping and there is already another, whose scent clearly makes him not want to be in the same room with them.

Now we can only wait and see what will be the truth.

I feel Elain admitting her mistake or trying to find a solution in her head is why she can't properly push Lucien, and apologize. And i have more headcanons to speak about her but that is all for now.

#elriel #elain archeron #azriel #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #lucien vanserra

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politics-with-drakonix · 3 months

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Elagabulus of Rome was born Marcus Aurelius Antoninus. And was the Caeser of Rome for four years before she was assassinated. She insisted on being referred to as a Lady rather than a Lord, elevated women to positions of power, and offered HALF of the Roman Empire in 220CE to anyone who could turn her penis into a vagina.

She was transgender. And while people are loathe to put modern understandings of gender or social structures onto ancient people... come the fuck on she was -obviously- transgender.

And she wasn't alone. Far from it. In ancient Sumer there was the goddess Inanna. And we have records of her worship, including a Hymn. And it's a -long- hymn. Like 400+ lines of praise for this goddess with various sections offering different types of praise.

And in the 300s, there's this long section about what kind of powers she has over the world. Things like "The power to bring the storms and cause the barley to grow are yours, Inanna." and "To lay low your enemies and bring justice."

But also in there? "The power to turn man to woman and woman to man is yours, Inanna."

Long before we had any kind of surgical procedures for breast implants or genital reconstruction, these people desired to change their bodies to match what they felt.

Because while the societal pressure exists, -today-, to get under the knife and let a doctor alter your body whether you're trans or not (the first breast implants weren't for trans women after all, neither was the first 'make dick bigger' surgery) there was no such pressure in 220CE much less 2,000BCE

So there have always been trans people, always been intersex people, always been gender variations from societal expectations, and always been people who wanted their bodies to change to reflect who they perceived themselves to be rather than what society expected of them.

We call it "Being Trans" or "Transgender". But that's just a medical term trying to categorize things into a simple binary of Cis and Trans. Same way as Gay and Straight. But the reality is this:

There is a vast ocean of different people with different perspectives and identities trying to express them within a language that does a shit job of exploring those variations. So people color themselves with what terms they can, and where possible try to invent new language which better conveys their identity and sense of self.

What we are seeing, every day, is people being better able to communicate who they are, inside. Whether that's in language, in surgery, in the way they dress, or the mannerisms they use to express themselves into the world.

And a section of society that does not want to get away from its simple binaries trying desperately to express things in the worst possible way to convince you to maintain the binary that they're used to.

"Men in the women's bathroom!" or "Men in women's sports!" or other variations of "Man in woman's space" are all meant to play on societal expectations of men as dangerous predators and women as innocent victims to reinforce the binary and convince you that a trans woman is a threat just by existing.

Right in there with "Groomers" and other attempts to paint trans people as sexual predators.

But... people used to say the same shit about Lesbians. In 2002 a high schooler in Los Angeles California had to sue her school district because parents didn't want a lesbian changing in the girl's locker room for fear she'd molest all the other girls or make them "Uncomfortable" by being a lesbian in a space for good straight heterosexual nongay women.

So. Y'know. Treat trans people with the same dignity and respect as any other person of their gender. And as their identity becomes more complex, so will society. But if we can have nerds and jocks and tomboys and goths we can also have nonbinary and girlboy and demigender.

We'll get there, eventually. To a society that better understands the people that comprise it. We've been working toward that for a long time, now, after all. And been getting better at it over time.

yea history was gay as fuck

here in India we have a third gender thats so baked into the culture we can find evidences of them since the start of hinduism because the rigveda mentions them and so does the mahabharat.

its no surprise that trans people arent a "social contaigon"

also the bathroom panic is just bullshit because i know its just recyled homophobia which is just recycled racism

back in the day when segregation was still a thing white women said that black women entering the bathroom would endanger white women

and of course gender non-conformity, if you're a decent human you will respect if a boy wants to wear a skirt or a girl wants to wear pants. in todays time no one should give much of a fuck

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kamisathoes · 2 years

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omg new theme!!!!! i love it

also while i was napping, i had a dream based on your windtrace fic and basically i got tagteamed by kaeya and rosaria and man i wanna go back to that dream lowkey

-🤨

is it bad if i want details :(( i'm so in love with the dynamic between these two and reader oh my goodness (i wrote this at seven a.m. so please excuse any errors.)

warnings threesome. toys. throat fucking. throat bulge. clit slapping. mention of filming/ taking a picture. degradation. some praises. overstimulation. squirting. unedited.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

rosaria and kaeya at the same time is a dream. rosaria is so so mean, will slap and degrade you to no end, whereas kaeya is much more of a tease who will waste no time edging you pretty pussy and mock you for how wet you got even though the pair were just being nasty to you.

one thing that lives in my head rent free is rosaria bullying her strap on inside of your sloppy hole whilst kaeya takes refuge in your throat. rosaria's cock is thicker than kaeya, leaving your gooey walls to accommodate to an even bigger stretch. it left your lips parted enough for her to see your clit, hard and twitchy, while she fucked you. she'll play with the pearly bud, teasing it with the tip of her claw or just simply slapping it and watching you cry out were her two favorite activities.

meanwhile kaeya will force his cock to the back of your throat, even if your gagging. i think he'll be a little bit nicer than rosaria, perhaps opting to stroke your hair in comfort — just light things to ensure you remained feeling safe during the scene. nonetheless, he will still bury himself into your throat all the way, even pushing your nose against the neatly trimmed bush at the base of his cock. when he's fully sheathed in your throat, there are two things that will happen. firstly, he'll trace down any bulge that appears on your neck, mocking how eager you were for a taste of him. secondly, rosaria will snap her hips violently, two cold fingers fixed on squeezing and flicking at your puffy clit. your pretty moans, albeit muffled, vibrate around kaeya's cock, accompanying the sweet contracting of your throat around him. he'll even grip your tits for leverage, little red crescents from his blunt nails appearing on your skin.

both holes being used like this had you on the edge faster than you would like to admit. i don't think either of them would care that that you were about to cum, rather they would just continue their actions. after kaeya had ensured that you swallowed every drop of cum he had deposited in your mouth, he'll turn his attention to your pussy. the surrounding skin was red from rosaria's hitting your own, and kaeya led you into a false sense of security by carressing it with cold fingers, easing the sting that the woman had left behind.

yet the cavalry captain's only intent was to further the overstimulation you were already being subjected to. rosaria continued pumping her fake cock in and out of your sloppy cunt, lewd wet sounds filling the air as your arousal dribbled onto your thighs and down the curve of your ass. kaeya's lips made contact with your clit, unbelievably sensitive as your squirmed at the action. he'll place a tender kiss to it before suckling and nibbling the bud, making your legs tremble for the pair of them. kaeya only pulled away to tease you, offering smoothly spoken words of how intoxicating you looked and how it would be a shame not to snap a picture to show the rest of the knights or the nuns in the church what a pliant and good girl you could be. the duo's pacing didn't halt until you swore you couldn't take anymore, a gentle glaze of sweat and tears coating your pudgy cheeks. yet they demanded one more orgasm out of you, knowing you were already almost there. they wanted to see just how much of a mess you could make for them, and needless to say neither of them was expecting the sweet gush of liquid that squirted from your abused cunt. as it sprayed rosaria's lower stomach, kaeya couldn't resist catching some of your juices in his mouth. rosaria will continue to fuck you through the high, wishing to drain every last drop that you were willing to give them.

afterwards they'll both be at your sides to soothe you, kaeya uttering praises of how good you did and how heavenly you tasted. he urged you not to speak too much as your throat could still be somewhat raw from his cock, although you'd been fucked to a point where you hazy mind could no longer comprehend a full thought, let alone a sentence. the pair will clean you up and tuck you in, being sure to excuse you from any duties that you may have to attend to tomorrow. no matter how mean they were, they'll still be there for you when you wake back up.

#☏ thena’s got mail !#ʚ 💭 ɞ delivered ( 🤨 anon )#ღ thena thirsts #˘ᵕ˘ kaeya #˘ᵕ˘ rosaria #genshin smut #genshin impact smut

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shinidamachu · 3 years

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If sunrise tried to emphasize the love triangle, they did a terrible job! 😂 Like you said, even with all the nuances, it was so clear to me at least that Inuyasha loved Kagome and felt incredible guilt over Kikyo. When I was watching the anime for the first time, my sister was like "oh yeah the love triangle is not really in the manga" and I'm like, "wait, there's a love triangle?" 😂 I just didn't get it. My love for the anime will never die though, that's just me.

This is the part where you all boo me because I confess that I'm not really against love triangles in general. I know it's overused, I know it can be frustrating and I understand if it's not for you. I, myself, have a couple of tropes I always try to avoid. But I never had a problem with love triangles.

It's the way they are portrayed and then solved that dictates if they did or did not work. And by "work" I don't mean "the couple I was rooting for became endgame." I mean "the love triangle was essential narratively and, as a result, who the characters ended up with made total sense with the story, developing and finishing their arcs in a way that feels organic rather than forced.”

In my opinion, the love triangle in Inuyasha felt flat because it wasn’t really necessary. It looked like its main purpose was to refrain Inuyasha and Kagome from being together romantically so they could milk the “will they, won’t they” suspense. And I get why. However, there were more substancial ways to do that.

We’re talking about an interracial pairing, from (literally) different worlds, in the middle of an universe saving journey. After a rocky start, they finally managed to become friends. Oh, and the girl is the reincarnation of the boy’s former lover. How aren’t these more than enough obstacles to keep them from pursuing a relationship?

Maybe Inuyasha wanted to protect Kagome from the consequences of dating a half demon. Maybe they didn’t want to start a relationship knowing their days were numbered, since they didn’t belong in each other’s era and would eventually have to part ways when the quest was over. Maybe the time wasn’t right because they had bigger priorities. Maybe they didn’t want to risk the friendship. Maybe they weren’t sure if Inuyasha was truly in love with Kagome or just projecting the feelings he once had for his deceased lover into her reincarnation. Maybe all of that. But each and every one of those reasons could have been explored without the love triangle. It wasn’t needed.

Because ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ was essential to the story, but her ressurection wasn’t.

Now, if they were adamant about it even still, the least they could have done was to give ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ a fighting chance. If she had to come back, then Takahashi should have done it for real. No clay and graveyard soil body. Give me human, flesh and bones ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ. Give ɪɴᴜᴋɪᴋ an opportunity to truly try again, to sort out their issues, to actually be a “threat” to Inukag.

But with the way ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ was brought back, there were only two ways for ɪɴᴜᴋɪᴋ to happen. She either drags the main character back to hell with her like she first intended or they stay together even though she’s basically a walking doll and wasn’t supposed to be there. The audience knows neither one is really an viable option and therefore doesn’t expect it to happen, anyway.

It was never a choice between Kagome and ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ. It was a choice between love and duty. Love and grief. Love and guilt. Guilt for not trusting ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ enough, for failing her. But also guilt for being happily in love with Kagome while ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ is all alone, feeling angry, miserable and betrayed. Kagome doesn’t understand that and jumps to conclusions. To her, it means Inuyasha still loves ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ. She feels hurt and we’re compelled to empathize with her pain, but her jealousy makes her biased.

Inuyasha and Kagome were always making progress, while Inuyasha and ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ froze in time. Even the major problems in the ɪɴᴜᴋɪᴋ relationship were “fixed” in Inukag. ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ wrongfully put an arrow through Inuyasha’s chest? Kagome was the one to pull it out. ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ didn’t trust Inuyasha enough? Kagome trusted him blindly. ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ suggested to get rid of Inuyasha’s demonic side? Kagome told and showed Inuyasha she liked him just the way he was. Inuyasha put ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ on a pedestal? With Kagome, he never had trouble acknowledging her flaws and loving her all the more for it.

I’m not saying Inukag is perfect. I’m saying they had their own issues because they had their own dynamic because Kagome is not ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ. The difference is that they worked very hard to solve them, while we never really saw ɪɴᴜᴋɪᴋ doing the same even though they desperately needed to. So Inukag had great development and a fleshed out relationship while ɪɴᴜᴋɪᴋ kept running in circles.

How many times did Inuyasha run off to be with ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ? And how many times did those meetings actually brought meaningful changes to the so called triangle? It was always the same: Inuyasha goes to ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ, Kagome gets hurt because of it, nothing substancial happens between Inuyasha and ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ, Inuyasha goes back to Kagome. Repeat. It gets old real fast and when we know that drill by heart it becomes boring at best and annoying at worst.

It doesn’t matter how many times they make other characters say that Inuyasha and ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ are in love or that Inuyasha wanted to protect ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ forever, when the narrative itself shows us a different story. There was nothing stopping Inuyasha from going to ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ and staying by her side, but he deliberately always chooses to go back to Kagome because she’s the one he’s truly in love with.

And so, not only it wouldn’t have made sense for ɪɴᴜᴋɪᴋ to end up together with the way their relationship was portrayed, but is unfair to ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ’s character to be used as a source of angst for the endgame couple, dragged into a love triangle that brings nothing to the table when she had great potential to be way more than that.

What did Inuyasha get out of it? Letting go of his guilt and grief to get closure? What did Kagome get out of it? Realization that she was her own person and had her own place inside his heart? I don’t see how the love triangle was imperative for any of that to happen.

What did ᴋɪᴋʏᴏ get out of it? 10 seconds of being an ordinary woman in Inuyasha’s arms right before dying again? That’s why they dragged her out of her resting place? It was a beautiful scene and I understand the symbolism but it just didn’t feel worth it after everything she went through.

The thing she wanted the most in the world was to live as an ordinary woman. And since they brought her back, they should have granted her that even if it wasn’t with Inuyasha, instead of killing her off the second she finally got it.

#Thank you for your ask #Sorry I got carried away #As I do #Inuyasha #Kagome #Inukag #Kagome Higurashi

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imtryingmybeskar · 3 years

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Another little ficlet for Writer Wednesday with @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F! Reader. First time writing for Jack, though I have a half finished smutty something in the pipeline. Words: 1090 No real warnings, smut mildly implied?

No beta, written on my phone and at 2am so I really hope it makes any kind of sense.

Dear Jack

The letter fell from your grasp. Crumpled sheets of ready lined paper, the black ink of your heartbreak scrawled across them and blurred in places from tears that were not all your own.

He had told you that he wasn't the type to settle down. He had warned you that you shouldn't get so attached.

"You know you're too good for me, darlin'," he had whispered on more than one occasion, his thumb stroking over your cheek as you gazed adoringly into those big, dark eyes, their expression easily mistaken for innocence if you didn't know him.

The missive was full of the right things to say, the tone a perfect balance of sorrow, regret and taking responsibility. You hated every single letter. It was a work of fiction, crafted by the spy Agent Whiskey, not a true accounting by Jack Daniels - the man that you had so recently come to realise that you loved. It was sterile, faceless. Such an antithesis to his larger than life personality. Even his handwriting looked stilted and unnatural. And you didn't believe a word contained within. Picking it up, you brought it to your face to read it again, desperate for a glimmer of hope within its lines.

"My darling girl,

I must beg your forgiveness for doing this in this manner, but I am wholeheartedly a coward and I cannot face those beautiful eyes when I tell you that I am leaving. The Statesmen need someone who can withstand a lengthy period of isolation somewhere North of here. I cannot be more precise for obvious reasons, but I have volunteered my services to them.

I can be neither the man you think I am, nor the one you want me to be. I believe that if we continue on as we have been, there will be nothing but inevitable heartbreak ahead. I must go for the good of us both. And I hope that you find that person that does for you what I cannot.

Take care,

Jack x

It was the kiss at the end that finally pricked your misery through to anger. After you had shared so much more, how dare he end it with an anonymous, meaningless 'X'? How could he ever think that you would believe that he wasn't perfect for you? Like you would simply forget the joy and splendour of your time together if he insisted that it hadn't been so. As if halcyon days of passionate, sweet, intoxicating bliss came along every week.

Just as though the heavens themselves had heard your thoughts, the rain that had threatened to pour all afternoon finally cascaded in giant, fat drops that hissed against the concrete of your patio and slid in rivulets down the window panes. A low rumble of far away thunder could just about be heard over the cacophony of water.

You made up your mind. You were going to write back. And instead of a reserved, hushed tone, you were going to tell him exactly what you thought of him and his distorted nonsense about your time together. You'd deliver it personally to Statesmen HQ and made sure he saw you doing it. Stamping around your living room and muttering vague threats against Jack's person, you began rifling through the shelves of your bookcase. The pad of notepaper you were sure had been there a few days ago was gone. Had he really taken the last of your paper to write his breakup letter to you?! The audacity shouldn't have astounded you - this was Jack after all - but it did. And it only made you angrier.

You stuffed your feet into your shoes and grabbed your bag, determined to go out and buy a new notepad before the heat of your anger trickled away to sadness again. But as you approached the front door you saw it, hastily stuck to the back and scrawled in Jack's true hand.

P.S.

I never told you, but I was falling in love.

Now that was more like Jack. To impart that fragment of devastating knowledge at the last second and go. Either because he couldn't face you not knowing the truth or because he couldn't bear the dishonesty within himself. You stifled a sob and covered your mouth with your hand.

No! Remember your anger! Remain angry and let him have it. But it was too late, if indeed your fury had ever really been anything more or less than misplaced grief. It wasn't paper you needed, you decided. It was a drink. Carefully untaping the postscript from its inconspicuous position, you folded it and put it into your wallet before opening the door.

And there he was, your black eyed cowboy. On your doorstep with his head dipped low, presenting you with the top of his hat instead of his face, rain dripping from its brim, and darkening his suit to a deeper shade of blue.

"Darlin', I...I had to see you-" he began, his voice low and choked. You stepped forward and cupped his face in your hands, gently raising it so he was looking at you. His eyes looked even bigger than usual and they were full of glassy sorrow.

"Are you really going, Jack? If you're really going please have the decency to look me in the eyes and tell me you're going."

"No, I...I don't think I can. I'm so sorry for that letter honey. I just didn't know how else to let you go."

"Why do you have to let me go at all?"

"Because I'm scared that I'll lose you. Like I lost everything else good in my life. You're so good. We're so good. I can't lose you, I just can't." You smiled at him and stroked your thumbs over the corner of his mouth, at the tips of his moustache.

"Jack Daniels, the only way you will lose me is if you push me away. Now come inside out of the rain." He smiled half a smile, as if he couldn't really believe what he was hearing. Taking his hands, you added in a low voice and with the quirk of an eyebrow, "And we'll get you warmed up too, cowboy." With that he smiled at you fully and it was as if the sun had dawned over his face.

"I really don't deserve you," he murmured as he leaned in for a kiss.

"I can think of several ways you can make it up to me," you whispered back as his lips met yours.

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COSMIC - S3:E4; Chapter Four, The Sauna Test - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘭, 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘹.

📝: lmaooooooo this just gets gayer and gayer 💀💀

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"Do you copy? This is a code red."

The rising sun makes its way through the blinds in Max's bedroom, its gentle yellow rays split into several thin beams and casting out over the three sleeping bodies splayed over one another on the floor. El's body still curled into Y/n's arm, her hair a mess. Y/n was splayed out on her stomach, crooked, as her head had edged its way onto Max's pillow and her legs fell over El's. All the while, a sleeping Max had resorted to using the back of Y/n's shoulder as a pillow.

And they were snug as can be, tucked away in sleep, drool threatening to drip from their parted mouths as Lucas's desperate voice rings out from Max's super com.

"I repeat, this is a code red."

The device seems to grow louder with every word, slowly but surely pulling the girls from sleep.

"Max. Do you copy?" Max lifts her head from Y/n's shoulder, scooching back onto her pillow, and begins palming the ground under her bed. "This is a code red."

Her hand finally finds the comms and she senses El lazily rise up onto her elbow. She presses the button and seethes into the microphone.

"Shut. Up."

She slams the antenna down and shuts off the device, throwing it back under the bed. Y/n hums into the pillow, eyes still closed.

"Mm... what's red?" She asks through clenched teeth, still much too tired to even move her jaw.

"Nothing," Max yawns.

She turns over in bed, nestling back into the rainbow sheets and finding herself nearly nose to nose with Y/n as El rubs the sleep from her eyes, finally joined them. El just settles her head back into her pillow, her tangled hair still falling over her face and blocking out the sun. She let out a soft yawn, letting sleep return to her as she snuggled back into Y/n's arm happy and warm.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Lucas stares at his super com in light shock as he looked between his friends perched on either side of him on the basement couch.

"She turned it off."

Simultaneously, Will, Lucas, and Mike's eyes all jump to the phone hanging on the wall.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The blaring ring of Max's telephone is the next thing to wake them, and Y/n groans. Max shoots up in anger, her long red hair falling over her glaring face.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." She seethes, pulling herself up to her feet.

"Tell him we're not home," Y/n mumbles, still fighting a losing battle with sleep and a foggy mind.

Max stomps across the floor, strategically maneuvering around her friends, and rips the phone off its receiver.

"I'm sleeping. Go away,"

"Max, this is Will—" her hand caught mid-air, the boy's words barely registering to her in time. Reluctantly, she brings the phone back up to her ear. "I need you to stay on the line, and please just listen."

When Will doesn't hear the click of the dial tone, he breathes a sigh of relief. His eyes dart over his shoulder at his waiting friends trying to feed him the words but he ignores them, turning away.

Max frowns into the phone at what he says next, his voice going pleading.

"Is Y/n there?" There's a pause, and Max frowns down at the phone when she thinks she hears light shushing. "And El? Are you guys all together?"

Okay, now she was bugging out a little.

"Why?" She asks, an edge gradually returning to her voice out of concern.

She glances over her shoulder at her two best friends; Y/n had finally opened her eyes and was trying to make sense of her surroundings as she squinted through the sunlight and El was flowing up at her, worried.

"Just, stay together, okay? Something bad happened, is happening, whatever. We don't really know, but we can't take any chances."

"Okay, what are you talking about? What's going on?" She presses.

"Just meet us at Mike's house, and I'll explain. We all will. Just get over here, quickly."

"What?"

"Hurry!"

And then the line went dead.

Max held the phone in her hand, her stare drifting off as Will's words echoed in her mind.

"What'd he say?" El asked.

"Yeah," Y/n yawned, finally pulling herself into a sitting position, her face puffy from sleep. "is everything okay?"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Try Dustin again," Mike says, turning to Lucas.

"He's not answering," Lucas says.

"So, try him again,"

Lucas bites back a sigh and returns to his comms with a sigh. Will picks the phone back up, shooting Mike a knowing look.

"I'll try their house,"

Lucas shoots him a thankful look before returning to his mindless search.

"Dustin, do you copy? I repeat... this. is. a. code red."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Dustin watches from the very same ledge as Lynx Transportation hauls a cart full of shipments from Kauffman Shoes and Imperial Panda. But his mind was still spinning, trying to formulate possible answers as to just what he was dealing with as he scouts for their routine.

His eyes had caught on the third armed officer who approached the keypad holding a small plastic card, and Dustin made a mental note.

"That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately the Russian with this keycard has a massive gun,"

Sure enough, the metal doors swung open and the cart is pushed inside. Apart from his cautious glare on the armed guard standing watch, his eyes try to catch whatever lays beyond the threshold.

It looked to Dustin to be a storage room no bigger than his living room, stacked with similar boxes.

"Whatever's in this room, whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anybody finding it," Dustin concludes as he paces the back room of Scoops Ahoy.

Robin and Steve sit opposite one another in thought.

"But there's gotta be a way in," Robin mutters.

"Well, you know..." Steve stops twirling his hat, quickly reshaping the top with a quick puff of air before dropping it on the table and leaning in with a serious tone. "I could just take him out,"

"Take. Who. Out?" Robin blinked.

"The Russian guard," he answers obviously.

Robin leans back in her seat, nodding sarcastically at him through wide eyes and Steve scoffs.

"What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard. It's easy,"

"Did you not... hear the part about the massive gun?" Dustin asks with crossed arms.

"Yes," Steve snarks, surprised. "Dustin, I did. And that's why I would be... sneaking."

"Ahh," Dustin nods. "Well, please, tell me this, and be honest, have you ever actually..." Dustin gives an all too casual shrug, knowing exactly what button he was pushing. "won a fight?"

"OH-kay, that was one time—"

"—Twice. Jonathan. Year prior?"

"Uh, listen. That doesn't count,"

"Why wouldn't it? Because it looks like he beat the shit out of you."

Robin finds herself laughing, lazily rolling her eyes across the shop as the two continue to bicker.

"It was—"

Her grin slowly falls when her eyes catch something in the corner.

"—You got a fat lip, crooked nose, swollen eye, a lot of blood,"

"...things all added up, yeah they sound bad but..."

As the thought grew into an idea, the grin returned to Robin. "That just might work,"

She was out of the backroom, hand diving into the tip jar faster than they could blink. They scrambled to the window in a baffled frenzy.

"Robin,"

She didn't answer, and when she made a break for the exit, Steve and Dustin tumbled out from the back room.

"Hey, Robin! Hey, what— what are you doing?"

"I need cash," she explains, backing out of the store.

"Well, half of that's mine," he pouts. "Where're you going?"

"To find a way into that room, a safe way. And, in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don't get beat up," she says with an excited smirk. "I'll be back in a jiff!"

With a quick two-finger salute, she had disappeared into the crowd leaving her privately self-proclaimed Dingus Duo at home base.

Steve sighs, looking to Dustin only to find him licking the scooper.

"Oh, dude," he scolds, yanking it out of his hands and returning it to his sling with a twirl. "Come on, man, not my scooper,"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The trip to Mike's house had indeed been a quick one. When Max had relayed the message, a grave face became all of them. El and Y/n looked at each other and knew; their fears were being realized. And Max knew there was no more denying it, no matter how much she wanted to. No matter how much she needed to.

"I didn't think it was anything at first," Will says.

He was before his friends - most of them anyway - all of them seated around the coffee table in Mike's basement. He hadn't realized how much he had missed Y/n until he had seen her, nor her him. And neither had left each other's side since they gathered. She was sat beside him on a low footstool, El to her right on the upholstered chair, and him on her left; perched on the arm of the couch to the far right of Mike and Lucas.

Concern was etched on her features, as it was on all of them as they listened intently.

"I mean, I think I just didn't want to believe it." He sighs, locking eyes with Y/n knowingly. "The day I first felt it was at Day of the Dead,"

《•••》

And not unlike only months short of a year prior, when he felt himself ensnared in the terror and icy grip of the monster that lurked in shadows only he could see, Will Byers could feel his skin tightening painfully as goosebumps gripped his neck. It was a chill he hoped he'd never feel again, a chill that had nearly destroyed him and his family and friends. And Y/n. The passionate, fiery, hatred for the girl was the only thing about this icy monster that burned brighter than the horrifying memories it left with him.

"Will?"

Startled, his head is ripped to her direction, arm already slipping away from his neck as she stares at him in worry. She recognized the look in his eyes all too well, and immediately she knew something was amiss.

"Will, what is it?"

《•••》

"The power went out that night, too," Mike says in realization, and Will nods.

"And then I felt it again at the field near the Nelson farm the next day."

《•••》

Will stopped suddenly when the world plunged away from underneath his feet and the dark feeling returned. All the while, Y/n's voice faded into the distance as he gripped his goosebump-covered neck, looking fearfully out onto the horizon.

"Think they'll carry me if I fake a leg injury?" She chuckles, her voice far away and fleeting from him.

Despite the steady burst of hot air carried through the breeze and the sun beating down on his skin, he felt a total absence of warmth. And like almost like a phantom limb, all he can feel is panic and something dark, and desperate... Something angry.

"Will?"

《•••》

"Then again, yesterday outside Castle Byers,"

《•••》

As Will mingled with the dirt beneath him, the storm pounding against his back soaking him to the bone, he feels it again.

The same feeling he had felt the night before Dustin's return, the day of, and now...

Well, there was no denying it. No more running. This was real, and it wasn't something so easily shaken.

A great change was upon him and his friends, a change none of them were prepared for.

Shakily, he pulls himself to his feet, not entirely sure if the voice calling his name was real.

"Will?"

With a faraway look in his eyes, Will turns to his awaiting friends as his stomach plummets beneath the earth.

《•••》

"What does it feel like?" Max asks from her spot across the coffee table.

"It's almost like..." everyone watches patiently as Will draws on a thoughtful face, for once it seems, struggling for the right words. "You know when you drop on a rollercoaster?"

Y/n, Max, and Mike all nod.

"Mm-hmm,"

"Yeah,"

"Sure,"

"No," El says, still listening intently.

"It's like... everything inside your body is just sinking all at once, but this is worse," Will says, a faraway look in his eyes that Y/n knows all too well. "Your body... it goes cold. And you can't... breath."

Will's eyes jump down his wringing hands when he feels Y/n entwining her left with his right, interlacing their fingers and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. He feels his shoulders slack at her warm touch and he sends her a thankful look before continuing, feeling just a little braver.

"I've left it before," he says through a wavering voice. "whenever he was close."

《•••》

He fearfully crept towards the front door. He came to a stop when he heard the dreadful sound of wood creaking and he watched in horror as the front door slowly swung open to reveal a reddish-purple sky, and the violent winds were carrying leaves and other debris with it. Something strange was growing around the outside of the house and he felt the familiar sensation returning.

He felt his blood run cold and his skin shriveled up, goosebumps breaking out all over. His breathing picked up and he could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up as he watched frozen in terror.

《•••》

"Whenever who was close?" Mas asked, fearing the answer she already knew.

Will tried to remind himself he was in the presence of his love and his friends but fear still gripped his lungs and threatened to steal his voice. Finally, with a trembling breath, he spoke the truth none of them wanted to hear, changing the rest of their summer - and possibly the rest of their lives - forever.

"The Mind Flayer."

《•••》

"Go away!"

It got closer. It was swooping in like a vulture but Will didn't give in.

"Go away! Go away!" Tears were streaming down his face, and the monster got closer.

《•••》

Y/n's eyelids fall closed at the mention of the monster that brought so much harm and grief to her and the lives of her loved ones as the truth hits her completely. Just the sight of his convulsing body and his weeping mother that day out on the field when the Mind Flayer got him was traumatic enough. Her eyes flicker back open, back onto the equally horrified looks of her friends and her grip on her boyfriend's hand tightens.

"I closed the gate," El reasons.

"I know, but," for a moment, WI loses his voice again and he clings to Y/n's touch like a lifeline bringing him back. He fears the words he is about to speak, not only for his sake but for everyones. For Y/n's. But the fear was too great to keep quiet. If it was even a real possibility, it had to be stopped. As soon as possible. "What if he never left?"

Shakily, he looks around the room with horror hidden within his hazel irises until they land on Y/n, full of grief. His voice was soaked with apology, unable to contain his worry.

"What if we locked him out here with us?"

Y/n's head turns to meet El's eyes, the two share an equally concerned and knowing gaze from beside one another. Her stomach was twisting into knots, the horrible, sickly feeling of dread that had been building for the past two nights was finally realized.

||𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"This is him," I say, throwing a spare piece of paper on the D&D table before us all. The six of us all stood together, finally surrounding the D&D table for all the wrong reasons but there's no time to think about that now. I grab the charcoal in hand and began frantically scribbling an all too familiar shape in charcoal. "All of him,"

"But that day on the field," I explain. "part of him attached itself to me,"

I fight the intrusive memory trying to overwhelm me, bringing back the phantom chill that has always lingered since that day.

《•••》

He stood frozen, now trapped in the swirling fog. Several black tendrils spawned from the mass and invaded Will and he could feel the evil presence as it possessed his body and settled in his very soul.

《•••》

I yank my hand across the page, pulling up my dirtied palm to show my friends before nodding to my left.

"Y/n got him out of me,"

《•••》

"I think it's an earthquake!" Mike cries.

A light breeze picks up in the tunnel from where they're headed, carrying with it a warm toasty wave of heat that answered their question.

"No, not an earthquake!" Dustin's eyes went wide from behind his goggles as he looked to the others excitedly. "It's Y/n!"

•••

The Henderson child had managed to pull herself from unconsciousness, and she now stood across the bed. Her arms were stretched out before her and a blazing fire resided in her eyes, a grunt pulled from deep within her throat. Three bloody lines where his nails had caught her ran diagonally down her vein-covered face. Each vein protruded from her skin as blood poured from her nose and ears.

Like a broken dam, all that raw power trapped inside her burst free. Y/n was a supernova, a sight to behold as everything inside her exploded all around her.

•••

Will's mouth opens in another scream and a billowing cloud of inky black smoke escapes. It twists and unravels out from between his lips like a pitch-black tornado.

《•••》

"and El closes the gate,"

I flip the page back over and my eyes trail across my friends' faces thoughtfully, the last of the pieces falling into place as I explain.

"The part that was still in me, what if it's still in our world?"

《•••》

It grows larger and larger, circling over the boy and looms over the entire room as it had the last few days. Will's body goes limp, falling back onto the mattress as the dark mass zips across the room and through the front door breaking it open.

Nancy quickly recovers her footing and chases it out of the door to assure it's leaving for good. Sure enough, when she reaches the porch she spots the black dust circle the trees before disappearing into the sky.

《•••》

I plant my charcoal-dusted hand on the paper, leaving behind a faint trace of black.

"In Hawkins," I conclude.

"I don't understand," Max began. "The Demodogs died when El closed the gate. If the brain dies, the body dies,"

Y/n shook her head gravely from beside me, standing up a little straighter after leaning against the table.

"But the brain didn't die," she sighed heavily in realization. "Not all of it. So the part that was in control, lost. And so did the army, but, enough must have survived... And now after all this time..." She trailed off.

Mike nodded from beside me.

"Exactly," he said. "We can't take any chances. We need to assume the worst... The Mind Flayer is back."

I feel Y/n shift uncomfortably from beside me, her eyes drilling holes into the paper as she chews on her lip and I feel a tug in my chest. But the others were still looking towards me, waiting, and so was she so I continued.

"And if he is," I begin, hesitant to tear my eyes away from her. "He'll want to attach himself to someone again. A new me,"

Once again my eyes meet with all my friends as the very air around grows thicker, and Lucas finally concludes what we all fear.

"A new host,"

I nod and the room falls quiet again at the challenge laid before us.

It was difficult enough facing an enemy as powerful and ruthless as the Mind Flayer, but I think it helped our chances considerably he attached himself to me; someone who already had some insight on his territory, the Upside Down. Not only that, but I was indescribably lucky enough to have the people I have in my life who fought for me. The chief, Bob, my friends. Jonathan and my mom, and of course Y/n.

But his next victim could be anybody, and that's what makes him even more dangerous.

Finally, Y/n broke the silence - the second time she had spoke since the news had been broken. If I thought she was terrified before, I was dead wrong. I saw pure dread growing in her eyes as they trailed from El's and up to mine, widened and shining. It was with a plunging stomach I knew she had our first clue.

"Oh, no,"

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Whatever It Takes

Sequel to A Forgotten Memory

Comms are down and 141 had no way of determining when extraction will arrive. While the team is defending the base, Alex is tasked to protect our HVIs. Can he handle the responsibility from pure initiative alone?

Previous Chapter : Uninvited Guests

Alex and Augustus

Alex

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 - Secret Bunker

The ground shook as the three of them looked up at the ceiling, Samantha gripped her hand tightly against his, signaling her fear towards the situation. Maxine hugged Samantha while they both whimpered.

"We'll make it out of here. Trust their abilities." he told them and they nodded. Samantha's face looked hopeful and the feeling was nostalgic when their hands met once again. Even the urgency of the situation was familiar.

They had a small talk earlier, saying she wanted to know what happened to them. Alex felt excited, but debated whether it's okay for him to do so, but her eagerness was too powerful to resist. And it's going to be a win for him anyway.

He smiled at her for being so brave about all this, but their moment was cut off as soon as static rang on his ears.

"Shit. Our comms are down. We'll have to wait for the plane by sight." he muttered and commanded the two girls to follow behind him as they cross a hidden tunnel which led straight to the forest near the secondary LZ

The tunnel was dim and cold. Alex told the two that this tunnel ran below the river to the forest. His words effortlessly echoed across the dark cylindrical passageway as the three made their way across, ears popping as they descended to extraction.

Alex gave Samantha a pistol and told her to watch their back as he climbed the ladder to the exit. Alex's fists pushed the heavy metal door open and repeatedly slammed his hands until it opened. Samantha on the other hand held the pistol forward, pointing it at the dimly lit abyss hoping no one was actually out to get them.

A small ray of sunshine peeked through the opening Alex's slams made and with one final grunt, the metallic door flew up, opening their access to the exit. Alex reached for his hand and grabbed Maxine's, wincing in pain as she held it tight. Next came Samantha and he endured the pain of his now bleeding knuckles as they ran through the LZ.

Alex reached out his hand and Samantha gave her his gun, smiling at her gesture and she smiled back. These were trying times but the reunited couple's hearts were already yearning for each other. It almost felt like she didn't forget about him, even if they still had a lot of memories to recall.

Dark smoke trailed from beyond the valley, from what it looked like, a huge aircraft must've crashed. That means Augustus may be one step ahead of them.

The open plain by the river felt peaceful, until enemies popped up from the trees and encircled the trio as Augustus pointed the gun at them.

"Drop the gun, put your hands up and give us the girl." He ordered, his thumbs clicked the pistol, threatening Alex that he's not going to let this opportunity slip away. Alex backed up a little but they were already encircled by Augustus' men.

"You're not obeying?" he switched his target toward Maxine, grinning as Alex immediately followed.

"Oh… There we go… Willing to risk your life but also willing to give it up for others… How heroic." He mused, circling around them while Alex spread his arms wide, hiding the two behind his arms.

Augustus' grin made Alex's teeth clench. His square shaped face matched the way his blonde flat top haircut and his left eye was purely white, like it got itself in a blinding accident.

"Push her over or I'll shoot this small one!" he roared, he was getting impatient. Their helicopter started to descend and Samantha had to slowly walk towards it. Alex nodded and frowned, they just met and they're going to be separated all over again. But this time, he's determined that it won't happen again.

Maxine's head had a pistol pointed at it while eight armed soldiers targeted their rifles to Alex. Samantha was already sobbing as she slowly stepped to the whirring helicopter.

Alex's eyes met hers and felt a sudden jolt of emotion as tears started to fall out to her cheeks. It felt sad but Alex gave her a hopeful look. She's going to be fine. We won't be separated. I won't allow it.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a flaming missile head straight toward the helicopter causing it to explode. Everyone dropped to the ground on impact while Alex, who saw it coming, quickly got up and pulled the two girls to safety, using his metal legs to effortlessly support their staggered movement.

It didn't take too long for the adversaries to recover. Half of Augustus' me fired at the base as snipers assisted Alex. They could freely fire now that Augustus no longer pointed their weapon towards the HVIs.

Alex turned back to see Augustus and two men started to fire bullets toward them. They had to go to the forest, and take advantage of the natural covers known as trees.

Alex didn't know where they were headed but as long as they can't hear something behind them, it was cool. After running aimlessly for a long time, he felt his energy fall and they quickly set camp behind a huge rock, which almost looked like a cave.

"You two okay?" he asked. Samantha whimpered and showed him their burn marks, she was the closest one to the plane and so that explains the redness on her arms.

Alex quickly took off his shirt and ripped it off to create a makeshift bandage while Maxine assisted him as he tied it tight.

"There. It shouldn't hurt as long as you don't bump it onto something." he gently pulled the ends, securing the bandage.

"Thanks, Alex." She breathed, she looked very afraid but was holding on quite well. She had Alex by her side and he's always ready to protect her. Something she assumed that happened back in California.

Maxine held Samantha's hand and smiled while Alex took a quick peek of their location and Augustus' whereabouts.

"Stay here. Don't make any noise." he hushed and left their cave, looking at the two huddled together fighting through the trauma.

Alex was right, he was already nearby. Good thing he decided to leave them as he attempted to stray Augustus away from the girls' location.

His metal leg thumped on the ground loud enough that he realized he's already being chased by gunfire. A single gunfire, he noted. It's only Augustus inside the forest.

His bare back sticked against the rough bark of the tree as he heightened his senses and waited for Augustus. His heavy footsteps drew closer and Alex inhaled deeply as he kicked the tough guy with his metal leg. The pistol flew into the unknown and it suddenly became a fair fight. Fist to fist, just like the old times.

Augustus was quick to recover, heaving as his breathing slowly recovered. Posing his body like a boxer.

"Where is the code?" he grunted, creeping closer toward him.

"Fuck off." Alex spat as Augustus charged full force. He was notably bigger and taller, so charging back would be stupid, so he instead used his quick reaction time to dodge last minute and stomp him as soon as he passes through.

He stepped on him as soon as he fell, pressing the ground deeper to deal him damage. Augustus still had the strength to use his arms and toss his metal leg back, sending Alex flying a few meters back. He felt the cold soil rub against his back as he struggled to get back up.

They clashed once again, this time fists were flying over their heads and the both of them neither gave up, punches were evaded and they exchanged a lot. When Alex started using his feet, he got the upper hand but a slight error made Augustus catch his foot and flip him to the ground.

Augustus sat on Alex and blew heavy punches on his face. Alex felt the pain and his hand gripped Augustus' when he tried to choke him for information.

"Where are they?!" he asked, Alex thought it was stupid. How could he say words when he's restricting his airflow. His actions didn't make sense.

"Woo…" Alex wheezed. He couldn't say a word and his vision almost dimmed as he gasped for air. The adversary was convinced Alex would talk so he loosens his grip making the 141 agent cough out and breath heavily.

"They're…"

"Out…."

"There…" Alex pointed at a random direction as he looked at Augustus, who followed where his fingers pointed, then he quickly poked his eye causing him to fall flat on the ground. He was finally free from his heavy body.

Augustus rolled as his hands held his eyes, cursing while enduring the pain. He took this opportunity to disarm Augustus before he could recover.

"A burner phone." he muttered, tasting iron as he spoke.

"Give me that!" he slowly got up, his eyes still closed. Alex couldn't afford losing a clue, so he did what he had to do. Using his reinforced leg, he kicked the bad guy back and stomped on him, he stomped him enough that he would take long to recover.

He sighed. He wished that the phone contained a step closer to Nero as he limped back to Samantha's direction. His face ached like hell and his injuries affected how much he could see. But despite all this, Alex focused his mind. He promised he won't let them get Samantha. He won against Augustus but he wasn't satisfied until he saw Samantha's face. Her face that made him admire her the moment they met.

"Alex!" Samantha hushed as they both slowly walked to his direction, assisting him.

"Samantha, Maxine." he coughed, his voice still hoarse from all the choking.

"What happened?!" Maxine asked, carefully placing an arm over her shoulder while Samantha held on the other one.

"You're saved. That's all that matters." he coughed as his vision blurred. He felt the two pick up their pace and heard the 141s hurried footsteps and Price's orders. They made it out and Alex was happy they did.

Alex slept through the aftermath of the invasion, recovering from his bruises and injuries but he knew full well what's going to happen. For starters, Augustus will be interrogated, about Nero, about Germany and about the EMP. He's the key to ending this war. Second, 141 would have to relocate, and that meant a long discussion with the General and the higher ups who created the force. This would take time for Nero to fully recover his forces and if ever Soap is still alive, he's going to be in grave danger.

Next Chapter : Meet me halfway

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vee-is-a-writter-now · 4 years

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•Lillies and daisies• Pt. 1

Prologue

Summary: Billy ends up stuck with a girl who stumbled into his place one night only to faint right after, when she wakes up she remembers nothing about herself or her life, now it’s up to billy to help her figure out what comes next.

A/N: After literally forever im back. I’m really excited about this story and maybe it’s starting to make some type of sense? I haven’t figured out the name thing yet butttt I’m sure I’m keeping the first person narrative. Let me know what you think

Warnings: Angst?, language, mentions of amnesia.

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I was starting to wake up, and as soon as I took a deep breath, I knew something was missing. I didn't know what but it felt like a void.

I opened my eyes and saw white curtains hiding a bright sky.

Wait a second... where am I?

This wasn't my room, in fact, I didn't remember what my room was like, but this wasn't it.

Drowned on my thoughts, I slowly started realizing that my room wasn't the only thing I couldn't remember. My house, my family, my friends, myself, I couldn't even remember my name. I could barely notice that what I was wearing wasn't mine, merely because the t-shirt with "Pink Floyd" written on it was at least three sizes bigger.

It would be an understatement to say I was freaked out. I started breathing heavily and my eyes started getting watery, it felt like my head was soon going to implode from how fast my train of thought was going, it almost made me feel dizzy.

Before I could panic any longer, someone opened the door. A guy, with the bluest of eyes i’ve ever seen, probably due to my state. If I would have been in another situation, I probably would have... well, I don't know. I didn't remember what I would have done.

"So, sleeping beauty is awake. How was your nap, princess?" The guy said closing the door and coming closer to me.

Out of fear i hugged my legs to my chest sliding away from him "Who are you?" I asked, feeling how my voice cracked. Even my voice felt unfamiliar.

He seemed to have taken the hint and stayed right where he was standing. "Well, that's what I'm asking you". I could see the muscles of his arms tense while he crossed them.

"What do you mean? This is your house isn't it?" The amount of questions I had on my head were making me even more dizzy than before.

" Yeah, house you ran into without invitation last night,only to pass out right after." I was about to tell him I wasn't in a mood for jokes, but I could tell how serious he was, his eyes were darker than they had been seconds ago, and they seemed to be lightly tinted with concern.

"Sorry, I-I did what?"

"So you were that drunk huh?" I, for a second, thought he was as confused as me, but his face was so expressionless, I just couldn't tell.

"What? No... I mean I-I don't know"

"Right... Lets start with easier questions, princess. What's your name." I closed my eyes, I tried to remember as hard as I could but nothing came to my mind. "It's not that hard"

" I'm... i-i... I'm sorry, i can't remember." A single tear rolled down my cheek, while I pronounced those words.

" Shit" i heard him whisper "Do you remember where you live?" I shook my head silently " Do you remember anyone you know?" No, again.

" What's happening to me?" I said so low he almost couldn't hear it.

“Im no expert but i think you have amnesia, let me check your head.” he waited a couple seconds until he was sure i wouldn’t freak out if he came any closer, then he walked to the opposite side of the bed and sat behind me. His hands delicately started parting my hair and pressing softly. Nothing hurt until he got to the lower back of my head, as soon as his fingers touched that area i felt a pulsating pain so strong i had to hold my breath.

He quickly removed his hands apologizing for the pain. “It looks like you took a pretty rough hit here, i think there’s blood too but i’m not sure. I’m gonna bring you some ice, that might help with the pain.”

I heard his steps behind me and soon enough i saw him walk out of the room leaving the door open. When i looked behind me i noticed the pillow had some specs blood on it as well, not enough to get worried but it was still there. Not long after he was back with a pack of ice wrapped around a towel, he handed it to me and i carefully placed it on the wounded area.

I exhaled heavily trying to put all the pieces together. The fact that I didn't know where I was, who this guy was, who I was, and most importantly, where I came from. I believe neither of us knew what to say on a situation like this so we just stayed silent for a couple minutes.

He was the one to break the silence "Look, I gotta go out for a couple hours. You can spend the night here if you want, I don't mind." He started to pick up some stuff from the night table. As almost every other piece of furniture on the room, it was a medium light brown with an old looking vibe.

"Thank you so much, but I don't think it's reasonable to stay in a strangers house." I looked down and started playing with my fingers. For some reason the way he looked at me made me feel really nervous and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to make a coherent sentence with his eyes looking into mine. "I'll get out of here as soon as I can, don't worry."

He stood there for a couple seconds just analyzing me, and then said:

"I'm Billy, I love music and I work at the record store. Lucky for you we are not strangers anymore." He winked at me and then walked out of the room.

I sat there with a racing heart and a racing mind, feeling all types of ways and absolutely nothing at the same time. Nothing made sense, i was confused and scared, and i didn’t know how i was gonna get myself out of this one.

I heard what I thought was the front door closing and I decided to stand up and go look for a bathroom. That didn't take me long because it happened to be inside his room following a walk-in closet, where I found some clothes that I supposed were mine, and if they weren't I was going to wear them anyways.

I walked in, and as soon as I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt shame tinting my cheeks a light pink. My makeup was completely fucked, I had worryingly big under eye bags, and my lips where pail and swollen for some reason.

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While washing my hair I noticed something interesting. The smell of the shampoo almost made me feel like normal again, it felt like something i’d felt before. I thought it was so ironic I found this stranger's hygiene product more personal and close to me than my own face. I didn't think anything else of it.

Half an hour later, i was putting on a coat that seemed somewhat my size. Billy must have had a girlfriend I didn't know about, a roommate or a sister, I don't know, but I was sure that coat wasn't his. I felt bad taking it without permission, but in my defense it was fall, which I figured because of the browny-orange trees outside of curly guy's window, and that meant it was gonna be windy and cold.

Before getting out of there I looked around. Something made me feel warm about his house, it looked rustic, everything was brown or warm toned, which matched perfectly with the season outside. I wondered if that was intentional.

On my way out I closed the door and spent a solid minute trying to decide if I should go right or left. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, I would have been lost either way, but a small dandelion seed flew right in from of my face, dancing with the wind going east, making the choice for me.

Just when I couldn't see the apartment behind me anymore, I realized how screwed i was, why did i think it was a good idea to walk out of the apartment in the first place? God, i didn't even knew which city I was in. I was starving and had no money to buy anything, or so I thought until I slipped my hand inside the coat to get it a little bit warmer, and I felt a handful of bills there. Lucky for me it was a ten dollar bill and two dollar bills, it wasn’t much but it could save me from starvation.

I started looking around for a place to eat from where I was standing and not far I saw something that seemed like a coffee shop. Without a second thought i walked in that direction feeling my stomach growl every time louder.

The smell of warm bread and coffee that smacked my face as I opened the door was glorious. I closed my eyes and smiled before walking to one of the empty tables and sitting on one of the dark wood tables closer to the window.

I was so distracted looking at the place, I didn't even noticed when one of the girls that worked there walked to my table and started talking to me. "Good morning and welcome to Harvey's, can I help you with your order?" She was looking at me with a bright smile on her face.

"I... umm..." what do people ordered on this type of places? My cheeks started to blush once again. "I want whatever the hell smells so good. What is it?"

" Oh, is a combination of our fresh bread and season special Hot cinnamon chocolate, should I bring you that?" The girl said on a sweet whisper, that made her British accent a little bit more obvious. British accent... did that mean i was in England? But then again Billy didn’t have an accent, which made me even more confused.

"Please" I smiled back, letting myself pick a little on the contagious happiness she expelled

I ran out of things to analyze moments later, so my mind went back to to everything that was wrong with me and my life.

It felt so terrible to be alone, and in the most literal possible way, I was. And then I started thinking if it was all my fault. Was I so bad that all the people and memories decided to run away from me? It sounded so dumb but in that vulnerable moment that’s what it felt like.

It was almost as if there was a void inside me and every thought was making it bigger and wider, which made me feel like if I was standing at the edge, like if at any moment I was gonna fall.

Tears slowly started to run down my cheeks, i almost didn’t notice them until one dropped to my hand placed on top of the table.

"Oh love" I heard the waitress next to me, gently rubbing my shoulder and then sitting in front of me. "Are you ok? Here, take a sip of your chocolate" I did as she told me, and took the napkin she had brought to wipe my eyes dry.

"I'm ok, just a little overwhelmed... that's all"

"Do you want to talk about it? The place doesn’t get busy until 10:30 so i’ve got a couple minutes free."

I really wanted to, so bad, and I couldn’t find a reason not to, why would I care when she was a stranger, just like everybody else? So, I told her everything, from the moment that I opened my eyes a couple hours before, until I walked into that place. And she listened, with that a sad look on her eyes that made them look a little more green “I’m so sorry, you must feel terrible. I wish I could help more, but all I can do right now is help you call Billy ."

“Do you know him?” I asked confused as i wiped my tears once again.

" Of course i know him, he’s pretty well known around here, specially by the girls. Such a pain in the ass but he’s a good guy. You got lucky there, you could’ve picked a creep’s house to break into and that would’ve been an issue.” she chuckled a little in hopes of lifting up the mood a bit.

" I... don't think calling him is such a good idea. Look, he has been very kind to help me and let me stay at his place last night, but for what I hear, he must have other people to welcome there, and I don't want to bother anyone. I’ll crash there tonight and i’ll figure something out tomorrow” i wanted to believe that so bad, maybe if i kept repeating it to myself it would come true

"I’m sorry, did you say he offered his place for tonight?" she said changing the sad expression on her face for an annoyed one. I nodded a little confused. “He did take you to the hospital, didn’t he?”

“No, he seemed really hurried to get out this morning, besides i’m fine, my head is hurting a lot less now.” that didn’t seem to relief her a single bit but before she got to say anything else, her eyes looked right behind me with surprise and I could only imagine who it was.

My heart dropped and unconsciously, I stopped breathing as soon as I heard his voice.

"Speaking of the devil” she said looking right at him, i still didn’t turn around, for some reason i felt he would be angry at me for leaving his place.

"I see you already met my guest, Mikie” he said in a relaxed tone. "I told you to stay at the apartment, you could’ve gotten lost." that was now directed to me, so i turned around to look at him.

Before i could reply, Mikie stood up from her place and said “She was starving dumbass, god knows how long it has been since she last ate something and you didn’t even think of offering her anything?” he didn’t reply, i guess he was as shocked by the situation as i was and the thought hadn’t crossed his mind. “I need a word with you out side” that last part wasn’t a question, Mikie walked through the door and when Billy didn’t move, she yelled “Now Hargrove!”

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove/reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #eleven #nancy wheeler #fanfiction

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Taeyong as a wizard (and your boyfriend)

Taeyong's family was recognized in the world of magic because they all held important positions in the Ministry of Magic. And your family was important too. For this reason, both have known each other since you have memory.

Both have been inseparable since the day you met. You two were like a wizard and his wand because you couldn't be separated for a long time.

You two went to Hogwarts together as you were the same age. Everything was happiness and giggles but when it was time to sort the house to which you would belong, Taeyong's world collapsed when he was sorted in Slytherin and you in Ravenclaw.

At the beginning he did not understand why it hurt so much not to be with you 24/7. At first, he thought it was because of the habit of always being with you, but as the years went by, that feeling did not disappear but grew bigger.

Obviously you kept in touch: you talked every day, sometimes you had lunch together and even if Taeyong needed help with his homework you were there to help him. But that didn't stop Taeyong from frowning every time he saw you talking with your friends about riddles or his heart breaking every time you chose a Ravenclaw student to be your potion partner instead of him.

“You are jealous” Said a Ravenclaw girl who sat next to him because you had sat down with other person. "You're jealous because you're in love with him"

"I'm not in love with him"

"Tell that to your eyes then because they shine every time you see him"

He was in love with you?

That question had no answer until one year after being asked when both were about to start a duel. The wands of both of you were pointing towards each other, waiting for the professor in charge of neither being injured giving the okay to start. Taeyong's hands were shaking and his eyes couldn't help staring at you.

When the duel began, he froze and no spell came out of his mouth because he simply couldn't do it. Taeyong couldn't hurt you, or send you flying through the air or make you feel embarrassed in front of your friends.

He just wanted to hug you, protect you and be by your side.

That day, after you won the duel with a simple "Expelliarmus", Taeyong realized that he was totally and madly in love with you and that he had been denying it for all these years.

But now he had another problem beyond his feelings. Did you feel the same about him or did you just want him as a friend?

At that point, Taeyong had nothing to lose and if he had something to lose, it was better to risk it everything.

Maybe in the most remote part of your heart you felt something for him.

Taeyong planned for weeks the best way to confess: riddles. You loved them, you could spend hours solving them so he thought of a series of riddles that would take you through special places in the castle where both had spent beautiful moments.

From the first riddle that he left anonymously tied in your cat's neck with a cute green ribbon, you started to go crazy solving them. It took you three days to solve all the riddles and find the last one that asked you to go to the dueling room when you were ready to discover the mystery behind all those riddles.

Of all the emotions that Taeyong could have felt when he saw you enter through the great door of the dueling room, he could only feel tranquility and love. Only you had that effect on him, only your rare and tender smile could calm all his nerves in just an instant.

"Oh Tae, what are you doing here?" You said a little bit confused to see him standing there, playing with a small roll of paper. "Don't tell me you..."

Taeyong couldn't help laughing at the sight of how your eyes widened and your mouth opened so much that he could fit two apples inside. You put your hands on your head simulating an explosion while you made strange noises with your mouth.

"My brain exploded but... Why have you done all this?"

"There is still one more riddle"

His fingers touched yours for a moment when he gave you the last piece of paper. According to him it was the most difficult of all since it simply said a word: "beginning"; but for you it was a piece of cake.

Your hands went into the pockets of your robe and you took out all the previous riddles that you had already solved. Without thinking twice, you began to read the first letters of all the sentences, realizing that they formed a phrase that made your heart pound like crazy.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" You read aloud and for the second time in the day your childhood crush and best friend managed to exploit your brain. "Did you do all this for me?"

"You deserve the best" His eyes closed automatically when your soft hand caressed his cheek.

"You deserve the best too" You leaned towards Taeyong and laid your lips on his, printing on that kiss everything you felt for the Slytherin. You kissed him slowly, savoring the brush of his lips against yours. He responds instantly, his arms tensed and he pressed you against his chest. "That's why only I can be your boyfriend, I'm the best wizard in the castle"

"If you say so, my little raven"

Taeyong is a small cinnamon roll around you and he can't stop smiling at how happy he is when he is with you.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are to me”

CLINGY

Doing homework together in the library.

He believes absolutely everything you say because he thinks there is no one smarter and wiser than you. Please, never tell him the wrong answers when he asks you for help with his homework because he will write anything you say even if it makes no sense for him.

Taeyong loves annoying you for attention. In the other hand, you want attention too but also don’t want to be bothered when you study.

Everyone is afraid of Taeyong because of his rough face but in reality they should be afraid of you.

Once a student made fun of your boyfriend for losing a duel and a week later, when he had to compete with you, you sent him to the infirmary with a spell called “Contracturo”.

Very protective.

“I promise to be always there for you. We are a team, you and me. I'm on your side, to support you and to build you up when you are feeling down. I'm here to encourage you and to cheer you, to be your best friend and to love you ”

He calls you "my wise raven" or "sugarplum".

He understands your perfectionist side and he always makes sure you remember to eat and rest eight hours.

POWER COUPLE

Together you two are invincible in whatever you set out to do.

Both always send to each other flying kisses from across the Great Hall.

Gets very flustered when you compliment him.

He loves to see you excited because you start to make small jumps while you clap. He could spend hours listening to you talk about random things while he plays with your cat.

“I'm head over heels, deeply and crazily in love with you”

#kpop #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop x male reader #kpop x you #kpop x reader #nct u #nct 127 #nct taeyong #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct x male reader #nct x reader #nct x you #the next one is johnny 🦡

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patchoulimademoiselle · 4 years

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Bat Shit Crazy (Part 1)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: language, sub/dom dynamic, large age gap, smut, choking kink, violence/fighting, injuries/blood, hypersexual reader, mentions of death?

Summary: Bucky is back from a mission he was sent on without you. He works hard to get you back on your routine.

Notes: This fic is dark, and it only gets darker. This is more Winter Soldier Bucky in terms of behavioral traits and dynamics with other characters. This is not a soft lovey dovey style fic, and if that bothers you DO NOT READ.

Masterlist

Part One:

The night is young, the summer air is humid, you've swapped out your jeans for a pair of fray end shorts, tennis shoes scuffing against the pavement as you shuffle your feet, waiting.

You've been craving a bit of freedom, some wind in your hair, something intoxicating in your system, and that led you right to Tony Stark. You batted your eyelashes the best you could, pretty please, can we borrow your car for the night? Honestly, you don't have a plan. All you know is that you feel suffocated sitting around on base. You feel old, tired, missing and craving the feeling of adrenaline in your veins.

So as soon as the jet returns to HQ, you're grabbing Bucky by the collar of his shirt and dragging him out to the sight of a bright orange Audi that makes him groan in disbelief. A knowing look graces his features, and he almost feels bad for the guy. Because if there's anything you're good at, it's getting your way, and Bucky had basically signed himself up for it. But Stark? He had no idea what you were truly capable of.

"I'm not going to ask how you managed to get it," He says, hand catching your waist and pulling you to stop before you can get inside, "But I am going to ask, where are we going?"

He's still in his tactical gear, a gun on his hip, dirt and blood smeared across his skin, he smells like gun powder and sweat, and you can't resist the urge to just kiss him. So you do, hands in his hair, pulling him down into a searing kiss that pulls a strangled sound from the back of his throat. He hasn't seen you in days, and he's more exhausted than he's used to being. But he can tell you're restless, the chaos in your bones convincing you to basically seduce Stark and take his car to do who knows what in the cover of night. He's just glad that you decided to bring him along.

"For a ride." Is all you offer, letting him hike your leg up around his waist. "I missed you."

"I know." His voice sounds wrecked, laced with exhaustion and arousal, and you almost feel bad for keeping him up even longer, because who knows what he just came back from. But you're too excited to turn back now, dangling the keys in front of his face, his grin just as wicked as yours as he kisses you one last time.

"I want to go first, you can drive on the way back."

When you get in the drivers seat and press the button to start the engine, you get why people collect cars like this. The feeling of power, the sense of danger, it's intoxicating, and you start to feel a little breathless when you rev the engine.

Bucky can see it click in your head, he can see the exact moment that you decide that this might be taking it too far.

There's a wicked glint in your eyes when you turn to look at him. "Oh," You laugh, "I've created a monster."

His eyebrows furrow, fingers wrapping around your wrist to pull you away from the wheel, half bent over the console. "I would prefer it if you didn't get us both killed, so you take it easy, understand?" Because he knows. He knows you could say fuck it all just for the thrill of it.

You click your tongue, "You're no fun." You pout, watching as his eye twitches, a weakness, "But that's okay. I'm sure you'll figure out how to make it up to me."

He smiles at that, and you aren't sure if it's pride or love that has him grabbing your chin and forcing you to look in his eyes. You're a smart mouthed fool, and he knows that you probably got most of your attitude from him. "What am I going to do with you?"

"You can start with fucking me on every surface of this car before we give it back tomorrow morning."

He hums, kissing you once, twice, unable to pull away because he likes the look in your eyes, he likes that you're this comfortable with him, young and wild and trusting him not to judge you. It's harmless fun, he understands, the tedious schedule you follow everyday is eating away at your youth. So he indulges you, letting you put the windows down and drive just a little more recklessly than he should.

The shriek of laughter that comes from your throat is worth the risk, his hand gripping your thigh, watching as you change your grip on the steering wheel. The wind blows your hair, flushes your cheeks, and its a reflex more than anything else when he fishes his phone out to take a picture of you.

This is what you both live for. Moments like this where nothing else matters. You have each other, you've found a perfect medium between work and play, and it works out better than you could have ever imagined.

Keeping up with you is like pulling teeth sometimes, because Bucky just doesn't care as much as you do. He figured that you would be better suited with someone who is equally as high maintenance as you, someone like Tony Stark. The expensive taste and busy schedule could only be understood by someone who lives that lifestyle.

But behind the perfume and lip gloss, beneath the eyelash extensions and layers of designer clothing, chaos awaits. It makes you reckless.

You're hot headed, quick to pull a trigger and abuse your power before the chance can be taken from you. Steve had tried to train you first, but all attempts made to domesticate you failed, the restlessness within you wired deep within your bones, and so you were passed on to Bucky. Because there's a part of Bucky that craves chaos just like you do, the only difference is that he's learned to control it rather than have it control him. You were pushed right into his arms, and it was only a matter of time before he left and impression on you.

The devilment you shared made him putty in your hands. He saw himself in you, a pretty head plagued with torturous thoughts, a pretty girl ruined by this job, and so he trained you accordingly. He told you that there was a trick to it, that he never learned to tame the darkness within him, he just learned to suppress and channel it at the right time, finding constructive outlets rather than being a fucking brat all the time. He could actually handle you, and love hit you hard. You've been inseparable ever since.

Steve was concerned with how quickly your relationship developed, Tony called you both crazy, and Natasha, she may or may not be a bad influence on you. You're a killer, he's a killer, it's like you were made for each other.

But that part of you never went away, and it's times like these that it starts to become a test of his patience.

Eventually, you find yourself at a park, and Bucky is beyond confused when you park the car and actually turn it off. You meant it when you said you just wanted to go for a drive. It's too late to find anything open, he's too tired to go too far, and you would rather sit and star gaze with him rather than do anything to piss him off.

But first, he fucks you. Hard. On every surface, just like you asked. He pulls you over the console, flips your shirt up and presses your tits against the dash, fucking up into you with a strength that you realize you've missed these past three days. Then he gets out, an arm secured around your waist to hold you up as he rounds the car and places you on the hood, palms flat against the polished paint as he continues to fuck you.

It's obscene, your body caving under his weight, cheek pressed flat against the cool metal when he grips the back of your neck, arching you against him further. God, he missed you. You take him so well, always such a good girl for him, and he tells you that, lips pressed against your ear as he grinds his cock into you, and the only response you can give is a moan.

Then he's in the front seat, hands tight on your hips as you ride him, and you could have sworn the car seemed bigger until you found yourself in this position, back arched against the wheel so that you don't hit your head.

He forces you to look him in the eyes, grabbing your throat and tilting your head up, leaving you to find your own rhythm. The muscles in his arm strain at the restraint, because you slow down to a teasing pace, the look in his eyes becoming dangerous as you test his patience, and it doesn't take long for him to grab you up and turn you around, pushing the seat back as far as it goes and pounding you against the soft leather. He's relentless, hips slapping against your ass at a speed that your brain can't keep up with, and you're coming before your body has a chance to warn you.

He comes inside of you soon after, locking your body to his as if you'll disappear, and it makes you wonder what happened while he was gone.

You pull a bottle of liquor from the glove box, he pulls your shorts back up, and together you deposit your tired bodies on the swing set a few feet away. He tells you everything, sharing swigs of whiskey, eyes dancing between you and the night sky above you.

It was supposed to be recon, supposed to be a simple in and out. But Steve fucked up, stepped on a trip wire and gave them away. They had to fight their way out, didn't even get any intel besides the fact that whoever the fuck it was knew that they were coming. Or at least, they were expecting someone to come eventually.

It makes you wish you were there, because Steve wouldn't have been able to fuck up, it's you who goes out on those types of missions with Bucky. You two just work better together, something that maybe now Steve Rogers might finally come to understand. But you were told, more like ordered to sit this one out, and neither of you say it, but you both register at the same time that it was a mistake.

You drink more than you should, the bottle half empty by the time he decides to cut you off. But you don't let it ruin your fun, kicking your legs as hard as you can, the swing lifting higher than the bars that hold it, and for a moment it feels like you're flying before gravity takes over and yanks you back down. But Bucky doesn't let you jostle yourself around too much, arm reaching out to grab the chain of your swing, slowing your speed.

"We shouldn't stay out long." He says. "We need to get up early." You raise an eyebrow in question, he does the same. "Don't act brand new. You do this every time I leave. You fall off your routine and we have to work twice as hard for a couple days to get you back on it."

It makes you groan, makes him grab you by the arm and pull you to sit on his lap, kissing your cheek when you lean your head back against his shoulder.

You don't say anything, because there isn't anything else to say. He's back, he's here with you again and you couldn't ask for anything more than that.

But he seems to have too much on his mind, taking swig after swig until the bottle is empty and there's nothing left to distract him. "Don't do this again." He says. "I'll buy you a car if that's what you want, but don't you ever run to another man before coming to me." You aren't sure if this is an insecurity, or if he's simply being possessive, but either way you take too long to respond, his hands clamping down on your thighs in a grip that has you arching up off his lap to relieve the pressure. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes, fuck."

"Good." He kisses the corner of your mouth this time, smoothing his palms against your skin to soothe the ache he's caused. "Where did you get these shorts from?"

"College."

Your response raises a question in his head, how can you still fit them? But he realizes immediately that college was only a year ago for you, a harsh reminder of your age compared to his, and he simply hums in reply.

The air grows too cold for you to handle, shivering in his arms despite the warmth running through your veins, and he makes the call to wrap it up. But not before he kisses you first, turning you around on his lap and tugging you against his lips by a harsh grip in your hair. You don't get to have many moments like these, so you cherish it, kissing him as long as he needs you to, enjoying the chill that snakes up your spine when his hands round your ass and deposit under your thighs, hoisting you up.

He settles you in the passenger seat, eager for his turn at driving the car, and you could care less given your sudden exhaustion. You admire the way he looks, jaw clenched, muscles taught, arm flexing as he palms the steering wheel, a hand on your head rest as he glances back to reverse the car. His hair is loose for a change, framing his face and whipping back and forth each time he turns his head.

He could use a trim, but you know he'll never let you.

He doesn't lose his mind driving like you did, remaining at a reasonable speed, turning on the radio to keep his mind busy since you aren't doing much entertaining. He doesn't blame you, he's tired too, and you had been waiting up to greet him when he got back.

You start to doze off, the blur of lights and buildings putting your mind at ease. It's not until Bucky's hands are on you again that you realize you fell asleep, which is a bummer, because you won't have this car again come noon.

"I want you to get me pregnant in this car."

He snorts, ignoring your antics entirely, reaching over to unfasten your seatbelt.

He tries to carry you, but you don't let him, settling for holding his hand instead. The compound is quiet except for the sound of the tv on low in the common room, Clint passed out on the couch, the movie he had been watching probably long gone off by now.

It makes you smile, stopping to place a blanket on him. He doesn't move a muscle, and Bucky grows impatient waiting for you, so you carry on. In the privacy in your room, you step your way out of your shoes and kick them into the corner by the door, then you help him out of his gear.

You find a stab wound on his stomach, it's long stopped bleeding by now, not at all infected, and it's already starting to heal. He says nothing, your warm fingers brushing his skin and something domestic washes over you both. It's something soft and unspoken, something the lines of I'm glad your safe.

The tile on the floor is cold beneath your feet, you lead him into the bathroom and run a bath for him, despite his protests of you being too tired. You watch as the water turns milky with dirt and blood, fingertips against his scalp as you clean his hair. It's a side of you that he doesn't see too often, a softer side that you bury under attitude and attention seeking mischief, and at this point he doesn't know which version of you he appreciates more.

You lather a sponge with body wash, a cedar scent you learned to love on him, and you wash him gently, carefully, mindful of his bruising. His wet hands are on your face, pulling you in for an occasional kiss, and it seems that he just can't keep his hands off of you.

He fucks you again, but it's different this time, softer, slower, his eyes locked on yours, fingers gentle just like you were for him, and you feel it in your heart when he tells you he loves you. He fucks you to sleep and tucks you into bed, limbs tangled with yours to keep you close.

He'll never bring it up, but he wasn't sure if he would make it back to you this time. He sleeps better than he had in days knowing that you're close.

It makes getting you up in the next morning is hard. You're a heavy sleeper, something Bucky was always thankful for on nights where he struggled to settle beside you. But when it's time to wake you up, he curses your ability to still sleep soundly like a baby after all the things you've seen, he envies it. He wants to let you sleep in, he wants to stay in bed with you, holding you, because who knows if he'll ever be able to do it again.

But he has to keep things normal. He has to keep you on your routine, otherwise you'll give in to your madness.

You think you're dreaming it, his hands on your side, his lips on the side of your face. You just can't bring yourself to open your eyes, exhaustion keeping it's hold on you. But Bucky is determined, a bit rough as he tugs you to lay on your back, your eyes flying open at being jostled, and he doesn't look apologetic as he smiles down at you.

"Hey, peach." He kisses you quickly, leaving nothing to soothe you back to sleep. "Time to get up."

His voice is hoarse, you realize, he's tired, too tired for your liking, and you wonder how long he's been up.

"A few more minutes?" You pout, curling your body around his, and you can tell he's on the verge of saying yes. "Please?"

But his will is far too strong. "You need to get up." He says, "Now."

And just like that, you're pissed, a sour attitude shifting your expression entirely, and he could care less, standing up to give you room to move. You have a dull headache, a hangover no doubt, but you ignore it as you dig through your dresser for workout clothes to change into.

He shakes his head at you, sensing your attitude, but he doesn't say a word as you stomp your way over to the door, pulling it open hard enough to bang against the wall. It's okay, he knows what you need, and he's been itching to give it to you.

When it comes to training, Bucky tends to be harsher on you, because he knows you can take it. It's the textbook definition of tough love, pushing you beyond your limits to make you better. It's the kind of training that leaves you sore and exhausted and covered in bruises, busted lips, black eyes, you aren't new to any of it. In fact, you're used to the feeling, and that's something most people would find scary. But you need it to stay sane, a distraction from everything else. You like when he pushes you beyond your limits.

You warm up with a jog around the compound grounds, the sun hasn't come up yet, the air crisp and cool and burning your lungs with each inhale you take. He reminds you to breathe slowly, in your nose and out your mouth in pace with each foot fall. He quickly realizes that your endurance has fallen low, his hand on your back to push you to run faster.

He doesn't take it easy on you, not even when you collapse into the ground, your body forcing you to take a break from running.

"Get up."

Your lungs burn, your face is hot, your legs are jelly, you shake your head.

"Look at you, you can't even speak and you have to nerve to slack off." He glares down at you, hands on his hips. "Get the fuck up before I drag you across the concrete."

His threat is very real, so you struggle to rise back to your feet. He continues on, super soldier stamina has him not even breaking a sweat, and you curse the cheating serum coursing through his veins.

"You're cheating, you have an advantage." You pant, fingers barely catching his arm to try and keep up. "I can't go as fast as you for that long."

He slows just a little, your hand wrapping around his bicep. "Which is why I push you. Your muscles won't ever grow past the strain if you don't experience it." He says. "Shape up, we're almost done."

He allows you a five minute break, which you spend chugging as much water as he'll let you have, laying on the floor of the gym to try and catch your break and give your muscles a break.

He starts you on the treadmill, pushing up the incline every ten minutes, and you can feel the strain it's putting you under. You haven't done this in days, and the alcohol that remains in your system doesn't help. You're just thankful that no one else is in the gym to witness your struggle.

Next is ab workouts, he joins you for this one, side by side on the mat as he walks you through each exercise. He flies through them with ease, hardly breaking a sweat. But you on the other hand feel winded, muscles aching as you use them beyond what you have been. He watches, carefully, a knowing look on his face when you start to lose your speed, but he doesn't let you stop.

This is what you need. An outlet, something to exhaust your energy and take the edge off. For the most part it helps. But there's only so much he can do to keep you occupied, so when he has you here in the gym, he makes it count.

He has you on weights, which turns your body numb, and you aren't sure what kind of damage it's doing, but you know that you'll be sore for the next couple of days.

He lets you take a break after an hour, you drink as much water as you can, eager to be away from his scrutinizing gaze, and you find Natasha returning from a morning run with Steve. They look like they haven't done anything a all, but the smell of outside and sweat tells you otherwise.

Natasha has the nerve to smile at you, recognizing the winded look on your face, and she settles next to you in the kitchen, hand on her hip as she drinks from a water bottle.

"I tried to warn you," She says, "He's kicking your ass, isn't he?"

She did try, you'll give her the credit, knocking on your door every day he was gone to at least get you to come out for a jog. But you refused, anticipating this intensity, and while you'll never admit that to her, she assumes you enjoy the torture.

"It's embarrassing." You say. "Even after all this time, he can wipe the floor with me if he wanted to."

She laughs at that, a twinkle in her eye that hints at the history she shares with him. "Yeah. You and me both." Her smile is far from innocent. "But I'm sure you give him a run for his money."

Your grin is wicked, "You can bet your perky little ass I do."

Your relationship with Natasha is complicated. Sometimes she's the older sister you always wished you had. Other times she's the extravagant aunt who teaches you the life lessons your mother was too modest to. Then sometimes, it's hard to tell, she's just an attractive woman admiring another attractive woman, someone with experience gravitating to someone who doesn't, because it's in her nature to enjoy the power play. If you had to guess, Natasha would bend you over the counter if she had the opportunity, just like anyone else living here in the compound. But she respects your privacy, respects the strange relationship you have with a man who is just as deadly as she is, and settles for the mischief you create together instead.

It's fun to feed into it, you always had a knack for sticking your fingers into flames, and sometimes you hold it over Bucky's head. Like last night, you didn't tell him what you did to convince Tony to let you borrow his car, but it's implied in your nature. You tend to be a bit hyper sexual, another trait that sometimes proves to be a pain in the ass. But Bucky has something to handle that too, and sometimes, at times like this, he lets you off your tight leash.

"Who's ass is perky?" He had been watching, of course he had, and the look on Natasha's face tells you that she knew it too.

"Depends on who you ask." You quip, flashing him an innocent smile. "Yours is, mine is, and hers," You spare a glance at Natasha, "Well, you would know, wouldn't you?"

He rolls his eyes, because you already know the answer to what you're implying. Nothing ever happened between him an Natasha. If anything were to happen, it would have been long ago, before they had both reformed themselves into the people they are now. He told you that, confessed his entire life to you, so he knows this is just your way of trying to get him worked up.

"Don't drag me into this." Natasha waves a finger between you both. "Whatever this is, I want no part." Her eyes settle on you. "I also suggest you cool it, because I'm joining you, and I don't want to be forced around awkward sexual tension."

You look at Bucky, raising an eyebrow. He only shrugs. "Steve too." He says. "I figured you needed a change in pace, you're too used to me now, you could use a different perspective."

Your break is obviously over, Natasha follows you as you walk out of the kitchen. "Yeah," She says. "Perspective."

The mood changes drastically, all playfulness gone from her when you step on the sparing mat together. To put it simply, she kicks your ass. You put up a good fight though, you actually managed to make her bleed, but in the end, she's too on top of her training schedule for you to find a weakness. That's the point Bucky was trying to make to you. You know him and his tactics, you know how hard he hits, you know where he'll strike, all you have to do is avoid it and expect it. But with an opponent you've never faced before, you're far too weak at the moment to properly defend yourself.

The next time you hit the mat is your last, nose colliding with the floor, blood gushing, a grunt coming from you that actually manages to distract your boyfriend who stands feet away, sparing with Steve.

You pinch your nose like you've been taught, instantly feeling that it isn't broken, and Natasha has helped you up by the time Bucky makes his way over.

He's actually sweating, panting hard as he takes your chin in his hand, examining your face. "You'll be fine." He says, glancing at Natasha. He nods to her, and you aren't sure what it is, approval, dismissal? "Hit the showers." He says to you, "You're done for now."

For now, there will be more later after lunch you're sure. You leave with Natasha, who reminds you to keep your head tilted, her arm linked with yours as she walks with you to the infirmary. The nurse on duty clogs your nose with gauze, telling you what you already know. It's not broken, but it will be bruised, and after the bleeding stops you need to rinse your nose clear of the blood. Until then, breathe out your mouth, and be cautious of blood that may trickle to the back of your throat.

"Want to step out with me?" Natasha meets you back in the kitchen after you both shower, her hair dark and dripping, and for a moment you think she's kidding.

Your body is starting to bruise, knuckles scraped and angry, nose bloody. But she simply stares at you expectantly, waiting for your answer.

"Okay."

You take her Camero, she lets you drive, and it turns out it's just a grocery run. She wants to cook lunch, macaroni salad, and you both do a bit of personal shopping while you're out. After getting the ingredients, you both occupy the kitchen to make it. It doesn't take too long, but the serving size is large considering how many people will want to eat it.

Tony comes to find you in search of food, and he asks you about his car, a strange smell that he can't quite place. Liquor, sex, sweat? It could be anything, but you decide to play dumb instead, biting your tongue as you smile at him and suggest he go get it detailed.

While the macaroni chills in the fridge, Bucky comes to find you carrying fresh gauze and an alcohol wipe. He gives you his protein shake, chocolate flavored, and you sip from it eagerly. His hands are gentle as he pulls the blood soaked gauze from your nose and you take a deep breath, feeling the dried blood and soreness from the impact.

He applies pressure to the bridge of your nose, stopping when you wince, humming low in his throat as he leans down to kiss you. "It'll be a nasty bruise," He says, "But you deserve it, you fucking brat."

You imagine his opinion will change when the skin on your nose starts to discolor, but for now, he feels proud of himself. You let him have it.

He wipes your nose gently, hand on your throat to tilt your head back, he points the corners of the alcohol wipe and wipes the inside of your nose, eyebrows knit in concentration, and you take the opportunity to feel him up.

Your hands slide under his shirt, the skin is smooth where his stab wound was last night, and once again you're amazed by his abilities. "Did you have fun beating up someone other than me for once?"

His lip quirks up in a half smile, "Nah." He says. "It's not as satisfying."

You smile despite yourself, wrapping your arms around his waist. "What about you?" He asks. "Did you find anything interesting while your head was up Nat's ass?"

"Jealous?"

His grip on your throat shifts, "If I were, this would be a very different situation for you."

He knows you're his, there's nothing to argue, nothing to worry about, even if the entire compound wants to rearrange your guts. A pretty young thing like you, he doesn't blame them. But they wouldn't be able to handle you, you wouldn't enjoy it, and it would send you right back to him.

You both know it.

"You're so scary." You kiss him then, silencing whatever remark he had for you, eyes slipping closed as he tilts his head against yours, cautious of your nose. He tastes like chocolate, and sweat, slipping from your arms to take a shower.

When he returns, the salad has cooled enough to eat, and naturally, Clint already has a mouthful before anyone else can get their hands on it. He too has just returns from a workout, his sweats drenched, Bucky crinkles his nose, scowls at the amount of people occupying the kitchen and opts for lurking in the hall, watching as you portion out bowls for everyone, including him.

He's amazed at your cooking skills, the two of you tucked away out back with bowls of macaroni salad, enjoying the breeze in the shade. You beam at his praise, smiling over a mouthful of food, but it doesn't last long, his finger reaching out to poke your noise.

Don't look too proud of yourself, he says, this isn't approved in your diet plan.

Yeah well, screw him and the diet plan.

He makes you run after lunch, a water bottle in your hand because he isn't going to let you stop for breaks, the only water you can have is what you can hold.

It's cruel, the sun high in the sky and beating down on you with an intensity that makes it hard to breathe, let alone run. But you manage, a familiar exhaustion washing over you as you push your body for the third time today.

He makes you a protein shake, joins you for your second shower of the day, and then he drags you to bed.

"All your hard work means nothing if you don't give yourself a chance to recover." He whispers in your ear, lips pressed to your skin, his arm cold against your side when he spoons you. "I know you're tired, peach. You did good today, now rest."

It makes it all worth it, the torture of exercise, the agonizing exhaustion he puts you through. Getting to lay here like this, the comfort of his closeness, a vulnerability that only you have been allowed to see.

You turn, sealing your lips against his in a sloppy kiss, one that has no real effort behind it but has all the desperation in the world. It makes his grip tighten at your waist, his other hand slipping down to yank your panties to the side.

"Okay, you can sleep after this."

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Saturday night's alright for fighting (but Sundays are meant for rest) - Curious New Hobbies

Part 11!

My god this took a while to write! Special thanks to @st0rmy-w1th1n and @mysnis (hope this is your correct Tumblr) for bouncing ideas with me and @kceedraws for giving permission to use her breakdancing au as inspiration for this!

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They had meant to go the arcade for their date tonight. In fact, they'd even walked in and started scoping out games to play, but alas it wasn't to be.

Within moments of arriving, who else but Damian would single Mari out and immediately tell them to leave.

And of course she protested. In response, Damian only pointed at Jon over at the pacman machine (how dare he, that's the game Marinette was searching for!) and mentioned his lack of ability to keep secrets and suddenly she turned and dragged Tim right back out the door.

Walking down the sidewalk, he side eyed her, considering the best way to start his interrogation.

"So. You trying to keep me secret then?"

"No! Of course not. Just might've forgotten to mention something like… over a month ago."

"And it involves not letting Jon know we were there?"

"Only because he's a nark who would've ruined the fun. And heaven knows Damian and I wouldn't be satisfied with a void bet."

"You made a bet about our relationship with Damian?"

"About your family," she partially corrected.

"Do I even want to know."

"Was supposed to tell you a bit ago so you wouldn't ruin the stakes, so probably not, but im telling you anyways."

Sighing with false exasperation, he gestured for her to continue.

"We have an ongoing bet over how long it'll take everyone to figure out that you and I are together and not Dami and me."

With that, she relayed all the details of their bet and his part in it, manic grin spread across her face as her gait gained a small skip to it. Tim couldn't help but shake his head at her antics, amused despite an itch in the back of his mind saying this wouldn't end well.

"Alright, I'll play along. Honestly, I think you'll both lose. Your predictions are too specific. Too many potential outlying factors."

"True, but we did give set time frames. So at least one part of the bet will absolutely be clear on who won. Plus, I find victory in the fact that Damian didn't think of that possibility. That we'd both be wrong."

"On another note, we need to find a plan b. Anything in mind?" He asked, reaching out and snagging her hand to draw her closer.

Shrugging, she looked about them, seeing if anything caught the eye. Suddenly Tim stopped, accidentally yanking her back when she kept walking. She let out a sound of protest only to see his eyes locked on the building across the way with a considering look.

The building was gray brick with no windows, however a neon purple sign to the right of the black wood door declared it "The Underground", a well known club amongst Gotham dancers and while neither were necessarily that, word had gotten around enough for both to have heard of the place before from word of mouth.

"How do you feel about checking it out?" Tim asked, a curious look about his eyes, studying her.

"I'm not opposed to the idea. Little surprised you're interested though," she commented, letting him lead the way inside.

A quick ID check and they were in, the room dark with neon tube lights flashing across different surfaces and strategic spotlights placed to bring attention to the various raised platforms. It was strange actually. The wall directly to the left of the hall they entered from held the bar on a raised level only to slide into a ground level dance floor which was normal enough, however in the opposite corner was a raised platform where different people would hop up to take advantage of the spacing to show off both freestyle and blatantly choreographed moves. Another few spotlight platforms raised up randomly in the floor, but the main focus was a rather large circular one in the center of the place, raised just enough to make it easy to see from anywhere in the place, but not so high as to block the view across the way. These places were the most lit up, allowing the anonymity to the dancers below while allotting the attention to those who choose to step up. Beyond that, there were many crevices and alcoves holding tables into the walls and a small hallway across the way presumably heading to the bathrooms. An upper balcony held only the DJ.

While Mari took in her surroundings, she felt Tim lead her out into the crowds, before turning back to her with a questioning look. Leaning in she spoke into his ear, a spark gleaning her eyes, "You've been before, haven't you?"

"A few times. It's the perfect place to destress without the nonsense of keeping an image. As long as you stay in the crowd, no one cares who you are," he replied, spinning her around before stepping in so her back pressed to his chest. His hands ghosted down her sides to grasp her hips, starting to guide her into the beat.

For a while, they stayed like that, separating slightly and coming back together to follow different dances as the music flowed and changed around them. Turns out Tim was a surprisingly good dancer.

Cheers broke out as a new song turned over, the first beats of Bum Bum Tam Tam coming over the speakers drawing attention towards the main platform as a pair jumped up, starting to get into the beat, working around each other only to burst into perfectly synced choreography at the first breakdown, resulting in more cheers. The two dancers would break away after that into a more freestyle, only to flow back into more rehearsed moves once more.

"Wait is that," she trailed off to a groan pressed to her shoulder.

"Yeah. That's them. Didn't know they came here."

As the song came to an end and the two on the platform jumped down, they could only stare as none other than Dick and Kori unknowingly made their way towards them. Tim pulled back from Mari subconsciously, not quite comfortable being so fully on display in front of people who actually knew them. Which made exactly zero sense when considering how much they cuddled in the manor.

Finally the two spotted them, their grins widening and a new energy emerging as they rushed over.

"Timothy! Starshine! You guys are here!" Came Kori's exuberant greeting, grabbing them both up in a hug.

"Hey, Mar, Damian not like dancing enough? Had to drag Timmy out?" Dick teased.

"Dami's at the arcade with Jon. And actually, coming here was Tim's idea," she answered amicably, conforming to the rules of the bet and not correcting Dick's obvious assumptions. "That was amazing by the way. You two looked great up there!"

Tim smirked down at her, seeing through her antics, especially now that she'd let him in on the rules of her game. Doesn't mean he couldn't play into it himself, he thought as he wrapped an arm around her waist and placed his chin atop her head.

"She's a great dance partner," Tim mentioned after both Kori and Dick had thanked and waved off Mari's compliments. "Considering learning something more structured with her, myself. Maybe give you two a run for your money."

"You definitely should! I can help with figuring out a style for you two if you'd like!" Kori offered immediately as Marinette turned to look at him in excitement.

"She has to agree first. Who knows, maybe this was a fluke and Mari will never dance with me again," he sighed in defeat.

Marinette turned, practically bouncing in anticipation, "Are you kidding? I'd love to! I want to come here again too."

"Even if you don't take my help with the dancing, I can record you two so you can look back and see for any needed improvements? That's what Richard and I do," Kori further offered up, Dick jumping back in right after.

"Oh yeah, it helps immensely. Especially if you were wanting to perform it on the platforms here."

Tim and Mari met eyes, before coming to an agreement, "Yeah, we'd appreciate that actually."

"Great! We'll set up some time here soon. In the meantime, I could definitely use a drink," Dick stated, looking back towards where he'd originally been headed. Kori grabbed onto Marinette instead, leading her back into the fray of dancers.

"We should invite Stephanie next. She would make a most interesting dance partner," Kori rattled on, suggesting a girls night that Mari agreed to immediately before getting back into the music with her new dance partner of the moment, Tim and Dick rejoining them shortly after.

The night continued on this way, the four trading off between them, two not aware that it'd become a double date by this point. Eventually parting ways from the two, Tim and Mari made their way back towards his apartment, breathless and happy despite the unexpected interruptions to their night.

"How come we never end up at your place?" He asked suddenly.

"Because my apartment has become workzone number 2. Seriously, the place has essentially become a studio for my work that just so happens to have a kitchen and bedroom. Among other secrets not meant to be divulged… yet."

"Is that pertaining to the mystery of your magic."

"Perhaps."

"Mmm, whenever you're ready, I'll be happy to keep them for you. Though I can't imagine anything bigger than holding two technical gods in your pockets at all times."

"Shhh, don't let them hear you say that!"

He only chuckled, leading her into the complex and up to his penthouse. Silence overtaking them until the door had clicked shut.

"You staying the night, sweetheart?" Tim asked, toeing off his shoes and walking towards his room to get changed.

"Mm, think I might," she replied, following him in and stealing a shirt before wandering into the bathroom to get first dibs on a shower. She still found it lucky that while he might be the shortest of his brothers, she was still small enough to be buried in his clothes. Made it easier for night like these.

Finishing up, she plopped herself on his bad as he went to shower as well.

Eventually, the door reopened, Tim entering in only pajama bottoms, hair still damp and in his face. She hummed her appreciation, enjoying the view and reaching out to tug him closer.

"Is it weird how comfortable we've become in so little time?"

"Only if you're uncomfortable with it."

"I'm not."

"Good."

With the affirmation, he picked her up only to lay her out further up the bed. Stretching out at her side, he pressed kisses to her cheek and down her neck, hand trailing against exposed skin, clearly enjoying having her in his home, in his bed, in his shirt.

'Hmm, what were two raging insomniacs to do with the rest of their night?'

…

Bonus:

Not a week later, after a long discussion with Damian to ensure that Kori was not included in the bet and swearing the alien to secrecy, they asked her to film something for them. A dance they had come with that was just for them. Not anything that could be performed in a club or for anyone to see. Maybe one day they'd post it somewhere or show Dick, but for now, it was theirs alone.

youtube

#timari #timinette #maribat #first one with video link #probably only one #lookbup bum bum tam tam on Matt steffinina youtube for Dick and Koris dance

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lee-donghun · 4 years

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Together

Fandom: Until We Meet Again

Ship: Mainly winteam, mentions of pharmdean and poly relationship of manaow, pruk and del

Words: 2751

Type: canon divergent one shot

Notes: very glad I wrote this on Google docs- because tumblr physically ate the post when I first posted it

-limited third person POV focusing on Team-

Team knew what he was doing. Okay that was a lie- but that was besides the point. He at the very least had to pretend he knew in order to avoid embarrassing himself. After all- what guy didn't know how to ask a girl out? He figured, that it may have been easier had he *actually* liked any girls he saw but he couldn't focus on that. He had already made a promise to himself that he wouldn't spend the year alone. Not again. Especially now that Pharm had his boyfriend, and Manaow had her relationship with Pruk and Del. He was tired of being left alone. Sure they made time for him, but he just wished he would have someone else to spend time with as well. Maybe then- he would be happier and less free for Hia to terrorize.

He wasn't sure what was up with Win- but he swore the other made it his personal life mission to fluster him as much as possible. From stealing his clothes in the locker room and making him beg to get them back, to making him practice the longest and when asked why answering with "I just want to spend more time with you" or doing that damn thing with his tongue while staring at him with a deep look in his eyes... It's safe to say that Team was sufficiently flustered. He just didn't know why his Hia was so good at it .

Win had a nice body- that fact no one could deny. But so did Dean- and him just drinking from a water bottle or something like that didn't have the effect that Win did. Team couldn't explain it- but at times he felt weak in the knees for him. Especially because behind the constant teasing, he also saw a softer side of Hia that he, admittedly, wished was only shown to him.

Team was still sure that his senior did it on purpose though. There was no other reason that he would get weak at the knees when Win hugged him close and comforted him after a nightmare. Or he would feel hot under his gaze, or want to kiss him. No- he couldn't feel for things for Hia that he's never felt before for no reason.

But back onto the task on hand. Kop. The two got on fairly well enough. He figured that he could learn to like her if he thought about her as a girlfriend enough. Besides- it was her or that Pam girl who talks to him sometimes as he didn't know any more single girls. Kop was a much better choice. He doubted dating Win's ex would help the torment any.

"Kop? C-can I ask you something?" Team hesitantly muttered out. He felt nervous doing this- that he was doing the wrong thing. At the back of his mind, he swore he even heard his mental voice say something along the lines of 'but what about your Hia?'

"of course Team! Whats up?" Kop answers back, curious as to what was ailing her friend.

"Would," Team took a breath here, somehow plagued with regret, " Would you go to the movies with me? On a date?"

She didn't answer right away, thinking it over, but ultimately agreed. The two planned on going Friday, but they couldn't stay and chat as she had a class to go to.

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Team was sat at a lunch table with Win, Dean, Pharm, Manaow, Pruk and Del. Win had an arm around his shoulder as was per usual with his hia. For once though, he entertained Win and allowed it to happen. He had spent the night at his place after all to calm his nightmares, and he figured he could pay Hia back a little with his burning cheeks.

"Are you coming to Pharm's to study with us on Friday?" Manaow asked Team.

"I can't. I have a date." Team *tried* to say it proudly, but he still couldn't stop that feeling that he made a mistake. Especially when Win turned to look at him with an almost angry look and withdrew his arm.

"Win never mentioned a date?" Dean asked making Team confused

"Why would he know I was going on a date? I never told Win?" Team asked back.

Everyone, but Win, startled his answer.

"but we thought you were dating Win?" Del, from beside Manaow, asked.

"No. We aren't." Practically growled Win as he stomped off, not sparing another glance to Team.

"Hia-" Team tried to say, but he wasn't listening, causing Team to pout. He wanted the teasing to stop- not for Hia to be mad at him. They were still friends after all. He also didn't understand why he had gotten upset.

"what did I say?" Whispered Team to himself.

Team didn't know what the others were thinking- but he could tell you that they were shocked about something. But whether this was caused by his abrupt departure for the fact that Team and Win weren't together is another story.

Something about Team going on a date obviously upset Win. That much was clear to him, but he didn't understand what exactly. It wasn't like Team was cheating on him or anything- they were just friends. unlike what their other friends thought, there had never been anything between them besides Win making him flustered. If there was any feelings there- it was one-sided on Team's part. Or maybe that's what got Win upset. The fact that everyone thought they were together. Team swore he felt his heart crumble slightly at this train of thought but he couldn't dismiss it either.

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A month later, it was clear things had changed for Team. He had been dating Kop, who now spends lunch with them, and successfully avoided Win teasing him. However, in the process of doing so, Win had barely talked to him at all. Team never stayed later for practice at his request anymore, and neither was he talked to unless it was an order to do something. Besides this, he has barely slept. Typically, he'd crawl into Hia's bed but he doesn't feel like it's his place too anymore- not with Win mad at him. So while Team got what he wanted- he also lost something even bigger. He never wanted to lose Hia like this. In fact, right now, he'd break up with Kop if it meant getting his friend back. He cared about both, but his life seemed pointless without Win there. However, he doubted that would help anything. He had to find the root cause of hia's anger.

Kop seemed to sense something was wrong though, so she turned to her boyfriend, "Ai'Team? What's wrong?"

"I had a fight with Hia, but I'm really missing him." Team confessed, not wanting to lie to her.

"Hia? Oh- P'Win. Well- what was the argument about?" Kop softly asked, grabbing onto Team's hand for support.

"I'm not sure really. One minute I was talking about our plans to go on a date, and another he stomped off," Team paused before continuing, not entirely sure it would be polite to go on, "Everyone thought the date was with Hia and I. Maybe that's why he stormed off."

"Team," Kop paused as well, but her purpose seemed to be in thinking over her word choice, "do you think there's a possibility he's upset because he's jealous?"

"Jealous? Of who? He didn't even ask who I was dating before he stormed off."

"What I mean, Team, is that he's jealous because he likes you."

Team froze at her suggestion. In one sense, it seems absurb that Hia could have feelings for him but in another- it made everything else make sense. The glances, the constant need to have an arm around him in some way, the way Win was always trying to be close and flirting with him. He had always brushed it off as a joke, or an extra way to enjoy some *ahem* private time between the two, but he admitted the idea of Win liking him made his heart twirl for lack of a better phrase. He knew that on some level, he wasn't immune to Hia's charms and everything felt *right* with him but he never let it get further than a feeling. He refused to fall for someone that didn't like him back. Though, now thinking about it, he supposed it may be too late. He had already fallen for the other.

-limited third person POV focusing on Kop-

Kop watched him mull things over with a small smile on her face. She did like Team, but she also understood that she wasn't the one for him- or at least not right now. Maybe in the future things would change, but she saw how P'Win and Team had always looked at eachother. This was obvious to everyone which is probably why everyone thought they were dating. Kop certainly knew that she herself had initially thought they were together, and so Team asking her out caught her off guard. Around the campus, it's basically been considered common knowledge that Team and P'Win were both off limits as they were each other's. It certainly never crossed anyone's minds that the two *weren't* together. So with that being said, she was willing to step back and get Team to stop his obliviousness.

-Back to focusing on Team-

"I-" Team started before being interrupted.

"Go get your man Team. It's okay."

Team smiled gently at her quickly before jumping off to search for Win. They needed to sort things out, even if the feelings were one-sided after all. He refused to have Hia mad at him. It felt too horrible for things to continue as they have been.

After roaming around for a bit with zero luck, he figured he would try Hia's dorm. So he drove back and followed the familiar path up to the room. Somehow, though, the path felt different. He felt scared as he initially was when he first went over. He didn't know what to expect from the senior. He only knew that he wanted him back. Arriving, he takes a deep breath and goes to knock but falters at a sound he hears inside. Voices. Hia was with someone. Taking another breath, he finally, albeit shakily, knocked, hoping it wasn't what he thought it was.

Win opened the door, and at the sight of him shirtless, Team ran, away from him and away from the building. Forgetting what he wanted to say to him. It didn't seem worth it at that moment. He would deal with the situation later, but right now he just needed to get away. He heard Win calling after him but he simply ignored him. Shakily collapsing, he called Pharm.

"Ph-Pharm? C-can you c-come p-pick me up?" Team stuttered as he tried to speak through his years.

"Team? What's wrong? Where are you?" Pharm asked over the phone with concern.

"At- the p-park. N-near P-pink milk C-cafe"

"We're on our way. Don't go anywhere" Pharm answered before hanging up.

Team didn't have to ask who the 'we' was. Pharm was most likely with Dean. Maybe, when his tears stopped and he calmed down a little, he could ask about Win. But for now- for now he could nothing but sit and cry. He knew he didn't have all the facts. For all he knew, Win may have been with a family member and nothing had happened. But the possibility that Win could be with someone *like that* still hung around and that felt like a weight was pressing on his heart. Over the months he's known the other, he's never had to deal with the possiblity that Hia wasn't single and though he never realized he would care so much, he really did.

Soonish, he caught sight of Pharm running over and, sure enough, followed by Dean.

"Ph-pharm…" Team managed out breaking down into further sobs.

"We're here Team, it's okay… it's okay." Pharm whispered, crouching down to his level, hugging him

"Team? What happened?" Asked Dean.

Team knew the other was cold to most people but Pharm, but he was still protective over his team mates. So he didn't want to lie and risk worrying him further. He may as well confess.

Taking a deep but shaking breath, Team started, "I- I went over to Hia's to try fix his- his anger at me and- and he had someone over and I just…"

Pharm hugged him further. Pharm then turned to Dean, likely to ask for help.

"Team, listen to us, I'm sure Win didn't do anything with the other. He cares too much about you for him to be with someone else." Dean tried to console him.

There it was again. The idea that Hia liked him. How could he believe it though? How?

All three soon turned their attention to the sounds of heavy footsteps. Win was there, looking frantic. He was followed by a 12 old girl that he knew to be his cousin. Team had met her before, at P'Win's birthday party. Team suddenly felt foolish. He never actually saw who was in the room with Hia. He left too quick.

-POV switching to focusing on Win-

Win was still angry. Still jealous. He wanted to be with Team- not some random person. He was the one Team has slept with- in more than one sense of the word- and embraced time and again. He's the one that has always made Team flustered. He's the one who spends all his time with Team. Most of all though, he was angry at himself for taking his closeness with Team for granted. He figured that despite not officially dating Team, that they still belonged to eachother. However he was wrong. Oh so wrong. He didn't want to deal with the hurt so he left. It was still painful but he figured the pain would at least lessen with time in this choice. But when he saw Team crying- he couldn't help but run after him. He needed to know what was wrong with him.

"Team? What happened? Is he okay?" Win inquired basically all in one breath, clearly upset.

Instead of an answer, Win was greeted with a hug from Team which he wasted zero time in hugging back. For a moment, he forgot Pharm and Dean were there. For a moment, Win forgot that Team had a girlfriend. For a moment, it was just the two of them. It felt right to have Team in his arms- it always did. When Team pulled away though, it was as if he had been shot in the heart by reality. It wasn't just the two of them- and it never was either.

Win closed his eyes briefly before speaking, "Team?"

"I'm sorry Win. I should have- I don't know. I'm sorry. Please don't hate me." Win could see how Team tried not to cry while saying this, and so Win pulled him close again.

"Shhh. Team- I could never hate you," Win whispered in Team's ear, "I love you."

Win felt Team pulling away again and then froze. He shouldn't have said that last part. He shouldn't of-

Team cut off his thoughts by kissing him. Win's brain doesn't short circuit often but when it does- it involves Team. And this was definitely was one of those times. So much so that he didn't kiss back until Team seemed to freeze. Once he kissed back though, Team relaxed again. At this, Win once again forgot about Pharm and Dean. He was in his personal heaven right now. Team was not only kissing him, but doing it in front of people. He knew that this was Team's way of responding- kissing was far easier then saying words. They've definitely kissed enough at this point anyway. However, one concern still remained- Kop. So, reluctantly, Win pulled away but he did leave his forehead resting on Team's.

"What about Kop?" Win muttered, afraid of the answer.

Team lightly shook his head, smiled and then replied with, "She's the one who told me I should go after you. So- um- will you be my boyfriend?"

"Thought that was implied?"

"Good."

" Yeah- good- because all I do is win then."

Team groaned at the pun, and Win was in pure bliss. Everything was how it should be. They were together. He would have to remember to thank Kop later.

#uwmaseries #uwma #until we meet again #winteam #teamwin

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jinxthequeergirl · 5 years

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Match maker

Steve Harrington x hopper! Reader

Summary: you take Steve with you to see a friend of your dads and get some information he's asked for, while there things take a turn.

Warning:swearing

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"You could've changed before this." you said pushing yourself off the car. "You didn't exactly give me time now did you?" you rolled your eyes and tossed the car keys to him as he pulled his sailor hat off.

"Let's go Harrington it's a long way from here to Illinoise." you slid across the hood of the car and hopped into the passenger side.

"So what are we driving three hours to Illinoisie for?" he started the car and pulled right out of the star court parking lot and headed to your destination.

"Dad said he needs something from this guy...Murray something."

He glanced over to you confused quickly catching a glimps of you with your stupid pair of red heart shaped sunglasses, he had won for you at the homecoming festival, that was the first time he was without Nancy and the first time you decided to actually try and become friends with him. That day went well considering you where now best friends.

Your hand out the window riding the breeze, your head leaned back against the seat and legs kicked up on the dash. "What?" you questioned him pushing your sunglasses down a bit. "What?" he reapeted. "You keep glancing over."

"Nothing...nothing I'm just suprised your dad actually has friends." You laughed hitting his arm lightly and sitting up.

"Your and idiot harrington."

"Ah but only a dumbass you have an idiot drive them three fucking hours to meet some guy."

"Ooh you got me!" You said sarcastically finally shoving a cassett tape, you had johnathan make for you a while back, into the speakers and turning it up up In hearing the first song. "C'mon seriously?"

You grinned and did a little dance in your seat only stopping to sing along loudly. "I WANT TO BREAK FREE! I WANT TO BREAK FREEEE!"

He rolled his eyes and did his best to ignore what was happening beside him.

"I WANT TO BREAK FREE FROM YOUR LIES YOUR SO SELF SATISFIED!"

You poked his arm with each word you sang earning a grin from him as he swatted you away and turned it down.

"Oh come on you love this song!"

"YOU love this song!" he corrected.

"We love this song." you said turning it up. He only smiled and allowed you to sing along. As the first hour went by he noticed a lot of the songs that played where song you both loved and off ten bonded over, and after the first hour you stopped to grab food sitting on the hood of the car outside the kfc talking and watching the Sun slowly set before hopping back into the car.

In hour two you had played a series of road trip games before taking a nap currled up in the seat and in his jacket. By hour three you where wide awake shinning a flashlight down at the map in you lap, reading out loud the directions your father had scribbled across the it.

You finally pulled up through a rusty old fence and looked at the building ahead. "This the place?" you checked the paper with the adress and information you needed to get on it. "Yea...this is it." you clicked the flash light of the same time Steve stoped the car and the headlights blinked out. You both leaned forward looking out the window.

You looked at each other before looking back out. "Any chance this was a set up and your dad is trying to kill us?"

You snorted. "Possable." You looked at him. "Ready?"

He shrugged and followed you out of the car to the front door. You ringed the buzzer and waited, shoving your hands in the pockets of Steve's jacket you had thrown on after your nap.

"How are you? What do you want?" you both jumped at the voice but quickly responded. "Uhh...my...my Dad Jim hopper sent me?...He needs you help with some stuff on this list..."

"Who's with you?"

"Uh my friend Steve."

"Look at the camera." Steve looked at what he assumed was the cameta and you looked up at the actual camera. "The camera duffus!" you poked Steve with your elbow and he quickly followed your gaze.

Everything went scilent for a moment.

"What happened? Should we go or?..." just as Steve said that the door swung open starttaling you causing you to instinctively grab Steve's arm.

You both came face to face with your fathers friend. Steve leaned down to you, still wrapped around his arm. "See now it makes sense!" you giggled lightly letting go. "Uh murray Bauman?"

"Yes! Now come inside! Don't just stand there!" you stepped inside first followed by Steve. "Wow..." you muttered once you where inside. The place was a mess But a lot bigger than what you thought.

Murray stopped in front of both of you getting a good look. "You look a lot like your father I must say, what does he need?"

"Oh right everything...everything on this list..." you pulled the paper from Steve's coat pocket and handed it to him.

He scanned it while both you and steve stood there anxiously. "Mhm alright I'll have everything by morning!"

"What?...mor...morning?"

"Yes! It'll give me time to get everything plus I highly doubt your father would want you driving so late, sit both of you!"

You both did so and he sat across from you. "The hell with that!"

Murray smiled. "You have his temper to. You made a series of noises in disbelief before scowling and shutting up. Steve chuckled lightly beside you and slapped his arm.

"Can I offer you two anything to drink? Something to lighten the mood? Relax yourselfs after a long afternoon on the road. "Just whatever." you shrugged.

He got up and headed to the kitchen. "So tell me what's the deal with you two? How long have you been together- No don't tell me let me guess." you and steve shared a wide eyes look before turning around on the sofa to face him.

"We...we aren't...she's not my...she's Just..."

"Friends!" you blurted out finishing Steve's thought. "Thanks."

"No problem."

Murray rolled his eyes. "This again? Ugh what is it with teenagers denying there felling for eachother. He came back handing you both a glass.

"I'm sorry hang on, a lot to unpack right here. One we do not have felling for each other so jot that down. He's my best friend what would make you think that?, two How often are teenagers visiting you to the point you can even say "this again?"

Murray leaned in and stared at the both of you. "Let me see...What would make me think that....Well for starters that jacket isn't your's far to big but to small to be your dads so obviously it belongs to the only other person with you, second off all you jump to him for safety-"

You open your mouth to protest but he stops you. "Yea I saw that...the little hits and playfull pushing you two share anything just to be able to touch eachother, c'mon..." Murray stopped and snapped his fingers at steve waiting for a name.

"Steve...it's Steve." he said.

"Right Steve, you like her, she's funny, cool, likes what you like has been there for you. Y/n you like steve...of course you do! Look at him!" you looked at him and quickly turned away feeling your face go hot instantly.

"See Now you can't even look at each other." you took a large gulp of your drink instantly wincing after swallowing. "Vodka?" Murray shrugged and did the same.

"Too answer your other question. Two kids where here a year or so ago Nancy and johnathan..."

"Nancy wheeler?...and johnathan byers?" Steve asked glancing over to you catching sight of you quickly taking his jacket off and leaving it in a heap on the couch.

"Yea something like that, Why?"

"Nancy used to date Steve...and...and johnathan is a friend." Murray looked shocked. "So your STEVE Steve...well now it makes even more sense..."

"What does?" you scoffed still refusing to look at Steve. So instead you looked at your shoes, or your hands. Anything was more intresting than the boy next to you. Steve frowned noticing it.

"Well, y/n before Nancy and steve broke up who was your best friend?"

"Johnathan byers." you responded quickly. "And how did you fell about Steve then?"

You though for a moment really thought. Not that you knew why it was so hard for you to say it, he knew how you felt. Still you felt like you where hurting him or something.

"I...I hated him..." you said slowly and softly."

"Right excellent! Steve go! How did you feel about y/n?"

"I mean..." he stopped looking at you, unlike you he had never explained how he felt about you before breaking up. And just as he thought about it you sat up realising this.

You looked at him now intruged. "Yea Harrington...how DID you feel about me?"

Steve's eyes darted between you and Murray nervously. "I...well...I didn't really know you exsisted?...and then I...I did...and..." he trailed off looking at the slight sadness in your face.

"Don't know what I expected from the hair himself." You sneered turning back to Murray. "What's your point in all this?"

"My point my blind fellows is that I've figured out your stories!" he said leaning back. "Now correct me if I'm wrong but, You hate Steve for many obvious reasons maybe he did something to you or johnathan...I Don't know nor do I care...anyways at some point johnathan stops hanging out with you and leaves you for Nancy same with Steve. Neither of you understand why and in some act to get answers you two end up stuck together, while together y/n here sees why perhaps Steve Harrington isn't such a bad guy, and your heart swells a little at just the thought of giving him a chance. Finllay in an act of pitty and sorrow you give him that chance and Steve's heart jumps! Because "wow this girl! How could I have been so blind!" and the more time you spend with each other, you start picking up on little thing each one does and slowly start falling in love but keep telling yourselves "no this is just what good real friendship feels like!" now did I miss any thing?"

You and steve both sat back staring at him with a blank expression. You brought your glass up to your mouth and downed whatever was left in it.

"That's what I thought. There is a bed in that room, along with some extra clothes, at the end of the hall and this couch pulls out. Its up to you how you sleep, good night!"

You both sat there in uncomfortable scilents as he left the room. "I..." Steve cleared this throat and turned to you. "I can..can take the couch. You've had a long day..."

You nodded. "Sure...sure...I Just need..to call my dad..." you quickly got up and shuffled down the hall to the phone. Steve let out a frustrated groan and threw his head back.

"Hey dad...no, yea we made it fine...listen he said he won't have everything till morning...so me and steve will...what?...dad no! Steve has the pull out sofa!...yea ok love you.." you hung up with a sigh and turned to see Steve at the end of the hall.

"Listen we aren't gonna let this guy get to us right? I mean who knows us better than us!" you smiled. "Right."

"And we know we Don't have feelings for eachother!"

"Yea!"

"So why are we freaked out by this?"

"I Don't know." you chuckled leaning against the wall. "Good...ok So we forget about this whole thing, sleep and go home!"

"Ok...sounds Good...night Harrington." You turned to open the door but stopped.

"We don't have feeling for each other right?" you asked seeing him still standing there. "I...uh...no?..." he said more as a question. "I mean he was right when he said I think your Pratt,smart and funny....cool..." you smiled and stepped towards him.

"Shit, why are we pretending?God why an I pretending? The only reason I hated you was because, yea you where an ass and after we became friend's I really did think thoese feeling where gone but obvi- "

"Yea, sure, whatever." he said inturuping you and then kissing you. You kissed back with just as much passion, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Maybe I Don't have to sleep on that sofa..." you laughed leaning up to kiss him again. "No funny bussnies Harrington." You said finally pushing the door open. "No I promise." he said grinning and scooping you up in his arms. You yelped as he did so but laughed eminently after.

"Rise and shine love birds!" you winced at the light murray and turned on and burried yourself into Steve's chest. "Five more minutes, dad..." You mumbled as Steve sighed and moved his arm to wrap around you.

"Mhm nope get up I was kind enough to make breakfast, now hurry it's getting cold!" you groaned throwing his arm of of you and climbing out of bed.

After breakfast murray presnted you with a large stack of everything you dad had asked for. "Thank you so much!" you said after climbing into the car. "Not a problem tell jim I say hello!"

You smiled and waved as Steve drove off heading home for Hawkins. "Maybe when we get home I can take you to a movie tonight?"

You smiled. "Well we already kissed so I think it's safe to skip the formality of a first date."

"C'mon I'm just trying to be a gentlemen!"

You laughed. "I'll be outside of scoops at seven OK?"

#stranger things x reader #steve harrington x reader

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glamrockmonarch · 4 years

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Girls? - AU from Original Timeline

Summary: what if B!Reader and Brian had been parents to twin girls instead? They would have been a different kind of trouble...

Warnings: none. It's kinda fluffy.

A/N: this is kind of something I got obsessed with after talking to bae-beh @leah-halliwell92 so this will serve us all as a backstory of sorts for her wonderful ask that you may find here.

B!Reader watched the screen in search for something that made sense. Although she was full of joy at the presumed sight of her babies, she still found no shapes on the screen when her doctor started the ultrasound.

Brian was more patient for these sorts of things; he sat quietly next to his wife and tried to soak everything in as if this was an experience too odd to run through, a chance handed over to him by the universe or God or whatever force moved the planets and created him, his wife, and his daughters. He was only slightly nervous, knowing since the previous appointment how much they would find out today. The babies' genders. Brian knew their chances of having twins were rare, a mere 3.35 percent proved enough, and there he sat with his hand on hers.

B!Reader had different but similar emotions about the pregnancy.

Brian did not expect he would ever become a dad again after his 40th birthday, and yet his eyes fell onto his young wife's belly. A baby bump that brought her brightness and joy in the last couple of weeks; through morning sickness that lasted all afternoon and came back at anytime in response to the minimal scent of something strange. She would laugh and sing around the house. He would find her dancing in the kitchen, humming an old song while breakfast cooked on the stove. Brian hated mornings but her liveliness helped him get out of bed every day, even if it was just to catch a glimpse of her curious eyes as she examined her middle section on the mirror to check the progress and growth of the little ones as her hands felt around the flesh under her belly button.

While B!Reader struggled to see what the doctor was so kind and patient to explain about the shapes and shadows on the screen, to Brian it was clear as day. In the time when he became a father for the first time he was just as confused as his wife was now, still he managed then to see in the poor image of that time his baby boy, nowadays a fully grown man. He marveled again at technology as the images seemed so much clearer than they had been when his youngest daughter was born.

His soft grip on her hand tightened, he recognised something, a simple comment from the doctor made him see it. Or rather... not see it.

"It's girls, congratulations!" She smiled at both of them.

Brian smiled with his lips pushed together in a tight line while B!Reader stared at the screen in amazement, she turned her head to Brian and saw his expression, she let out a laugh and tugged at his hand.

"We're having girls!" She whispered excitedly to which her husband replied by nodding.

It was surreal, he wanted to cry. He cried! And when the doctor let B!Reader clean up her stomach she wrapped her arms around him and they remained like that for a minute.

"I love you...so much..." she whispered against his shoulder.

Brian squeezed her tight between his arms, enough to keep her close and pressed against his body but not too much so he wouldn't harm his baby girls.

The girls. Brian spent long afternoons thinking about the new babies while B!Reader worked on her next book. He knew how much work it would be with one baby, he could imagine how difficult it would be with two. He had to admit, the outfits they came up with for girls were far more interesting than the little numbers out there for boys.

Brian kept writing things down in a notebook, making lists, going back and forth as he tried to imagine everything possible. He put money aside for the babies, for the nursery and their stuff. A fund. The girls would need money for school and who was to say he would still be there when they reached college. So he opened two accounts to put money aside for school. He had little bracelets made for the little ones as soon as he and B!Reader chose their names. Each bracelet read their full name, and Brian got B!Reader a necklace with a little golden plate reading the girls initials, he got himself one too, but kept them all locked and hidden until the girls were born.

Brian worried a lot about the most practical stuff, about the babies' wellbeing, about bringing them to a safe environment. He put a machine to warm up and sterilise bottles in the nursery, got blankets and pillows and stuffed animals to fill in the empty spaces in the brand new cribs. When B!Reader decided she wasn't going to be able to breast feed two babies he made sure the cupboards were filled with formula so they wouldn't have to worry much about that. He put the best of the best in baby monitors in the nursery, painted the room himself with the most useful help of his son and daughters.

By the time B!Reader was six months along she was already starting to panic. Two babies were on the way and Brian had just announced another Queen + Adam Lambert tour the upcoming year... she was thrilled - don't get it twisted -, but she had never been a mother before. She didn't get to experience this journey with one child, and all of a sudden she looked down and instead of her feet she saw a big round mass protruding under her jumper with two growing babies inside. And she was going to be left alone with them?

She was excited and nervous. Being a mum felt strangely natural, she knew she was a mother the moment her pregnancy test came out positive. She felt love for her baby that very second.

She was lost for words when Brian pointed at her and his eyes went wide with a smile drawn all over his features. "You're showing!"

Oh, the pride... she hadn't stopped touching her stomach since that day, and neither had Brian. Every chance he had, he would rest his hand on it, thumb caressing lovingly. He was tender too, careful. He didn't dare get rough with her, but it didn't matter because they were two fools in love. For almost a full year B!Reader forgot everything about their age gap, all that mattered was how much they loved each other and the family they were about to become.

It was late December when the contractions hit. B!Reader was sitting with Brian in the living room, both watching one of those cheesy Christmas specials. While B!Reader was dozing off as usual, Brian rubbed her swollen belly absentmindedly. B!Reader was ready to pop, had been for a couple of weeks at that point, but the doctor decided to program her for a c-section on the 27th, right in the middle of week 38. The girls were just ready at week 37, so thankfully contractions started a week early and before the holidays were upon them, Brian drove his wife to the hospital and a few hours later they had babies Harper Farrokh and Charlotte Harris safely sleeping in mummy's arms.

Brian was crying the moment his older children arrived to see the twins. He held Harper Farrokh in his arms, the smallest baby he had ever held. The two girls were smaller than average babies, due to the fact that they had been sharing resources in the womb. Still, Charlotte turned out to be bigger, she was born second but weighed almost 300 grams more than her sister, and was merely a single centimetre taller than Harper.

"Are these my new baby sisters?" Louisa whispered as she went to take a look at Harper Farrokh over Brian's shoulders.

It did not matter how difficult things had been between Brian's children and his young wife before, the sight of the two little girls wrapped in those pink hospital blankets made everyone ease off. Brian was happy, the happiest he had been in years. His grown children could tell; and B!Reader had always been respectful towards them and their mother, so why fight or argue or cause trouble when there really was no harm done?

The girls were daddy's girls, both of them. Everyone would have guessed that with Harper being smaller Charlotte would be the leader, but it turned out that she was also quite stubborn. Like her dad she did what was asked of her but always was quite independent. The girls were identical on looks but their personalities could not be any more different.

Of course, Brian was outnumbered at home but he loved his girls. All of them - including Bellamy.

Let me know if you like this AU from the Original Timeline and/or if you have questions or concepts or ideas about it!

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